The elf wipes his brow as he sweats from the excitement, setting his equipment by a rock he sits upon. He eyes the two elves, still friskily playing with one another but nothing major as they both lean heads on one another. Oddly neither of them seem to be sweating, maybe he's just out of shape, he thinks...
Tugging on his chain tunic, he finds it a bit more tight then normal, he sighs and grabs a pack of rations, biting into the bread hungrily, wolfing it down. "Ow!" He suddenly drops it, sticking a finger in his mouth, theres blood upon it as he draws it out. "Bit my tongue, pretty deep too, ugh...whoa... ahhh!" He yells out in pain, and suddenly coughs, spots of blood spurting from his mouth, within his jaw 4 more rows of teeth begin forming, tiny little things at the moment, but his body appears to be growing, his chain armor growing with him. Realizing he is fated to a change as well, remembering the scent of the mix of the toxin's he inhaled.
The others just watch with interest, as he tries to undo his armor, but none of it comes off. As a matter ract, it melds with his skin, the chain circles darkening and spreading out into scales, but covering the backside of his arms, his stomach is exposed to skin, skin which is turning leafstem green, darkening and darkening. "Oh gods no, what is happening to me..oomph" He falls on all fours, his hands cracking as his fingers extend, his horizontal dull fingernails growing vertical and razor sharp, his body actually slims now, the size of a horse, all of his armor now his skin, nude before them. He tosses his head back and groans as his hair begins to lengthen, turning silver and long, whilst his ears grow larger into fans. His neck begins to lengthen a lot, his head still elvish as it extends into a three or four foot long neck. His back arches as he lets an outcry of pain, a tail nub pushing out of his scales above his ass, growing thick and long, and adorned with emerald scales atop and leafgreen skin on the bottom, as well as a silver zigzagging stripe down the top. Closing his eyes in agony, when they shoot open again as his legs reverse direction as his body accustoms to all fours, they are reptilian slits, his fangs growing so long they extend past his growing lips, his face creaking as his long muzzle begins to form, a forked long thin tongue escaping his lips. A gasp escapes his lips as his impressive staff begins to vanish, his slim body resembling a human woman's in shape, her new vulva cleaving itself between her expanding thighs. She tries to close her eyes in denial, but suddenly her eye lids fade into clear protective covers, making her eyes unblinking. The feelings spread to her torso, the rest of her dragoness body fully formed, she looks down to see humanistic breasts appear on her chest, and right below them are another pair, and a third pair beneath those. Expanding she tosses her head back and croons as she feels them filling with milk, all of them very large even for her larger body, two of them even seeping a bit of their milk. On her back, two HUGE wings explode from her back, the same green as her skin in the webbing, very long on both sides. Bowing her head as she feels the magic finally around her head, she shivers as she tries to hold onto her identity.
The demoness strolls over, eyeing the dragoness, she bites her lip and smiles, running a finger along her breast up along her nipple, with grows taut. She giggles as she brushes up the milk, and even more squirts from the tip, running down the breast. She licks it off her finger and licks her lips. "It's so sweet, like honey." The priestess giggles and moves to the demoness to kiss her and taste it.
The touch invigorates the dragonesses new sexual drives, moaning as she arches her back forward, her lips glistening as her body grows into a very strong heat, lets out an echoing croon. Her body tenses as her eyes seem to slow, looking around, her mind losing its grip on her identity. Is a green smallish dragoness, not as big as a grand dragon, but still larger then a horse by a bit over double, has emerald green scales all about her body except on the palms of her claws, her underbelly, the underside/nipple of her breasts, and the underside of her neck and tail, where its light green skin. Her long silver mane extends down her neck and upper back to where her wings come out, very long soft hair. A silver zig zagging stripe continues where it ends down to the tip of her tail, as well as her claws and edge of her lips silver.
Beth, standing at the grand doorway leading to the cave, a plaque on the way saying "Dragon Rearing Pen" she smirks at Garon, uncorking a vial. "Well, Garon. Now's the time for the end. Drink up darling."