Things had only gotten worse for the once Prince,and one night he'd gone to a
house of ill repute where it was said that vagrants
like him could suffer a quick death if they hung around too long.
The former Prince had been drinking some foul potion he though was poisonous mead,when his head begabn to ache and it felt like pins were being forced into his weasel tongue.
When that tongue of his began to lengthen and
spit into a forked reptillian one,the soon to not be a weasel
knew someone had given him a tf'g potion in that
poisoned mead of his.
Soon other body parts began to shift,grow and alter
After eleven years in the Crusades the rapidly growing and changing scaly/furred former rodent knew what he/gasp/she was turning into
a nude female anthro dragon prostitute.
No sooner had she realized that when it became so.
The black scaled dragoness ,swept away by her new whores instincts,lifted herself up off the floor and noticed a nearby bull looking lustily at her as he wiggled
a empty potion bottle in a huge blunt fingered hand.
The hooker pulled a nearby cloth off of a barroom table to
cover her scaly hooters,and .....