So there crouched doomed Nicolai,in a Dungeon of Horrors with no escape
his last human companion having turned herself into
a dragon,his sword beyond reach.
Then the glint of the gold vessel three feet
from his reach ,resting on the floor,having magically refilled
itself with the transforming dragons blood.
Carefully Nicolai edged himself towards the golden grail
making sure to keep the object out of sight of
Marcellines serpentine gaze.
Being a dragon if she saw it her instincts would have her claim it for her hoard.
Nicolai grapsed the cup in both hands firmly and the connection was made.
Unlike the voice that had made the pitch to the
Healer to drink it earlier
the Voice the doomed Knight heard was more motherly
and was encouraging him to drink,suckled from her dragon teats and end his small mortal shortlived life
and JOIN HER
as her acolyte.
The motherly Voice kept no secrets of what drinking the
Dragons Grail would do to Nicolai but
also made a pretty good pitch for the joy of being a black scaled
feral dragoness who flew through the skies,laid eggs
and breathed fyre on the Moors and Followers of the False God.
Nicolai accepted the offer,what else could he do now
and the transformation was well underway before Nicolai realized that having a human mind was not part of the
deal being offered by the Dragon Grail.
However it was already to late by that point and so
the painful spine lengthening,sex changing,hip spreading hide and scales stretching transformation over
with
the thirty three foot long black scaled feral dragoness
that had once been Nicolai gave in to her new animal
instincts and snatched futilely at the shiny little golden object
that lay lying on the floor near her left foreclaws.
However since her foreclaws were three digited things
and much bigger then human hands
she just couldn't grasp the shiny golden thing.
She roared unhappily and ignored the others in the dungeon