Joanna sat, staring at the dice. Her legs were still spread wide open, too sore for her to push them together, as a sticky mixture of her own fluids and Daniel's repeated orgasms dripped onto the carpeted floor. "I don't think I can roll those dice again," she sighed. "It was horrible. I knew what was going on, could feel what I was doing to myself and to Daniel, but it was like watching a far-away movie through the fog. All I could think of, all I could do was to focus on his dick and how much I needed it inside me." She picked up the dice, her tone rising angrily. "I hate this game, and what it's done!"
James realized that Joanna was at risk of doing something foolish, but was in no position to stop her, still tied to the woman straddling him. "We helped you, Joanna. Please don't...," but he couldn't finish what he had wanted to say.
She wound up and threw the dice hard against the window. She put enough force behind the throw, that had they been normal dice, from a normal game, the window might have indeed shattered, losing the dice to the streets and culverts below. But instead, they bounced off the window with little more than a light tapping sound, rolling and hopping back along the floor and coming to rest just beside the board itself.
Joanna sat down, depressed and defeated, as she watched her figurine begin to move to a green square. She picked up the card and read it, almost mechanically.
The lion is the king of beasts,
but he doesn't own the sky.
He's but a pauper in compare
to a scaled myth that can fly.
"Scaled myth?" she mouthed silently, then winced in pain. Her hands and feet began to stretch and deform, fingers and toes sharpening like claws. All across her body, it felt like her skin was drying and reddening, like she had sat for far too long next to a space heater. She grabbed at her head, trying to hold back the intense pain, as if something inside her skull was trying to break free.
"Oh my God, are you all right, Joanna?" Alicia asked, fearful that as quickly as the smaller woman had been restored, she might be lost again.
Joanna's hands pulled away from her head as horns erupted bloodlessly from her skull. The drying sensation was growing worse, feeling as though her skin was cracking and hardening. She crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath as her spine stretched outward into a row of spike-like frills, and downward into a long, serpentine tail. Her face changed, too, growing more angular, more ... draconic, even as her soft skin gave way completely in favor of a layer of flexible reddish-gold scales, from coarse scales along her stomach and sides to minute flexible ones as sensitive as skin, lining her face, breasts, and inner thighs. She looked up at the room for a moment as the changes seemed to halt, but then gave a brief scream as her eyes rolled into the head, and she finally blacked out. As Daniel and Alicia rushed toward her, two long splits, like deep knife wounds, opened in her back. Her friends stopped their approach, unsure of what would happen next, and only watched as a pair of golden wings arched from her back, spreading their leathery membranes almost from wall to wall for a moment before folding back down to rest against the unconscious woman's back.
"Wow..." was all Nicole could offer.