"Sara. Take moth... Queeny inside. Let us handled this." Arn asked, confidence in her voice, she'd been fairly
confident when she was first changed into an elf girl but that personality had quickly faded and been replaced
by the meek little elf girl Andrew had fantasized about. Men and there fantasies! Really! If anything was
going to be Andrews undoing I suppose it would be that. Still, I was glad that Andrews confidence was showing
itself in Arn again and obliged, dragging Queeny by the feet inside what I assumed was the local Inn.
Outside, Morgana hid beneath a water trough, normally used by the horses of adventurers or tradesmen passing
through, now the horses were unsurprisingly absent. Morgana flicked through a very small spellbook she had
been carrying about her persons, doubtless somewhere quite lewd. She hurriedly looked for a spell that might
actually be of some use against a magical transformation resistant dragon before finally stopping on one with
an "Aha!" It looked like she was on to a winner and chose to bide her time waiting for the right moment to us
it.
Maedel dodged through dragon fire towards the dragon. If she could get close she could avoid the flames,
something she very much would like to do as her currently wooden body didn't take too kindly to fire. She made
it in close to strike at the dragons neck and did so, striking between scales and causing a nasty but not very
lethal scratch. The problem with being so close to a dragon is that you are very close to a dragons claws,
teeth, tail and wings, all of which it is usually quite happy to strike you with. As Maedel made her way
around the dragon, causing many scratches, it non-chalantly raised a clawed arm and batted her across the
street through the wooden wall and into the stables of the Inn. A hit such as that would normally be enough to
make even the toughest of men to think twice about going toe to toe with a dragon but Maedels thick wooden
body was very resistant to blunt force and she got up and charged again, either oblivious to the fact she'd
landed in the barns dung heap or raging that she'd landed in the barns dung heap.
In the meantime, the dragon had turned its attention to Arn who had been loosely tying rope around its back
legs while it focused on Maedel. Now it had turned around and with that the rope tightened, pulling its back
legs together and, for the time being, immobilizing them. The dragon was obviously unhappy with this situation
and decided to made its displeasure known in the best way it knew how. Arn smiled up nervously as the dragon
inhaled and Arn made very well sure not to be there when it exhaled in a explosive, fire-y, fashion.
"Eeeeeeeee!" the petite little elf screamed as she ran like a frightened maiden. Her diapered bottom gently
swaying with each step, palms raised and open at her sides, arms bent at the elbows in level with her ribs.
She looked like a hysterical woman frightened by a mouse. As silly as she looked, she managed to run circles
around the dragon as it awkwardly tried to catch her in its breath, its turning hampered by the loss of the
use of its back legs. All the while Maedel held a rope (adventurers carry lots of rope) as the dragon
unwittingly tied itself as it spun round chasing Arn. By the time it noticed all four of its arms and claws
were tied together and it lost balance falling to the side.
"Quick Arn! Get on top of its head. Go for the eyes!" shouted Maedel as she ran to knot the rope.
Arn was limber for a girl with a thick diaper between her legs (or perhaps elves just are?) and had quickly
climbed atop the dragons head when she finally lost balance and stumbled over onto her knees. The dragon still
had its wings and strong neck which it was attempting to use to right itself and fly into the air where its
tied legs wouldn't matter. It could just strafe through the air burning anything in sight after all. Why
dragons felt it necessary to fight adventurers on the ground I'll never know.
"I've got this!" shouted a confident Morgana as she crawled out from under the horses trough. She raised and
hand and with wicked smile and crackling bolts of magical energy between her fingers she annouced with great
malice in her voice, "I cast flare!"
A bright light shot from her hand into the dragons face blinding it temporarily and making loose balance and
come crashin back to the ground.
"Fucking flare? That was your big move? Children can cast fucking flare!" Shouted Maedel as she tried to hold
the rope steady and not let the dragon break loose.
"I told you I'm not very good at non-transformation spells," Morgana cried sounding a little less confident
than usual, "I've got an idea though. Arn I want you to fly directly up above the dragons head!"
"Huh? Fly but I ca..." Arn was cut off by her sudden transformation into a tiny red-breasted robin, an
uncommon bird in these parts especially considering all the giant bats and griffs that would love to chow down
on one. Still, Arn had little time to worry about that now as she had to quickly learn how to fly lest she
fall into the dragons nostril and end up as some poor peasants cooked meal for the day. She flapped her little
wings and flew high and true, just as asked, and unafraid of the eagles the flew over the city looking for
little birds to pray on. Or possibly just unaware.
Morgana watched as the little bird flew nice and high and raised another hand filled with pulsing magical
energy.
"Oh dear. They may be a little too high. I'd hate to see the little Princess hurt on the fall down. No
matter." Morgana said sounding genuinely concerned.
"Fall down? What do you mean fall down?" Maedel ignored the fact that Arn was supposed to be a Prince not a
Princess just as Morgana flung another ball of energy at the little bird just as an eagle had spied, and dived
bombed toward her.
The ball of energy engulfed the tiny bird and she swelled to enormous proportions, loosing all trace of
feathers, beaks and wings replaced with strong stumpy limbs, a fat stocky body, a tiny little tail and a huge
snout.
Maedel and Morgana watched as the 3 tonne hippopotamus, commonly known as a hippo, fell from the sky to land
on its bottom, hitting the dragon square on the head, smashing it into the cobbled road!
"Well... that worked out alright, I suppose." said Maedel, reluctant to compliment Morgana.
"It was better than alright. I defeated a dragon! That'll teach the naysayers! I hope the towns people were
watching from there homes to spread the word," Morgana giddily looked about, "I was a little worried that a
hippo wouldn't be quite heavy enough and that I should have gone for an elephant or even rhino but I so rarely
get to make a hippo... It would seem a shame to turn her back..."
GRRAAAAOOOOOHH
Arn the hippo yelled, grunted or roared. We still aren't sure which.
"But you could be the famous hippo that beat a dragon! Surely that's better than diaper fetish, gender
confused Prince?"
Another unintelligible moan and this time Maedel joined in too.
"Oh alright! I'll change you back. You elves really are such drama queens. Can't take a joke. Even though I
was serious."
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Meanwhile inside the Inn I had asked for water to wash the soot off of Queeny and hopefully wake her but the
barmaid was going to charge me 3 copper pieces! You don't pay 3 copper pieces in the capital of West Kingdom
let alone this sorry little excuse for a kingdom! Luckily, however the bar maid recognized me and I her. It
was the soldier that Morgana had transformed into a busty barmaid. One of 9 soldiers she'd turned into women
earlier in previous chapters. She gave me the water for free and even offered me a drink of ale which I
refused after seeing what happened to the last poor saps that she had given drinks to. Remembering that
particular bit of bizarreness I had the sudden hope that those unlucky fellows ended up on a farm and not on a
plate. It was then I noticed the chicken, or rather hen, in a cage behind the bar and how a lot of the patrons
seemed to be eating fried egg. Some pig-like grunting from the kitchen confirmed my suspicion that this was in
fact the same hen as I'd seen as the end result of the towns strongest soldier coming up against Morgana's
magic.
Since the dragon wasn't going anywhere soon and Queeny was all cleaned up but still asleep i decided to chat
to the barmaid (it was clear she was asleep and not unconscious from the loud snoring and occasional mutter
about bottom burps.) I finally learnt the barmaids new name she had chosen for herself, or perhaps Morgana's
spell influenced. She was now Jade. Jade the barmaid. She certainly seemed to have the necessary endowments
needed to make the bar an attractive place for the male patrons and so I, being a privileged city girl who
knows little of the real world, decided to see if she was as well equipped for the other thing my brother had
told me barmaids are famous for. No, not "tittyfucking," whatever that is. Listening to and spreading rumors!
If you want rumors about adventures or gold or dragons, you go to a tavern or Inn and you ask the barmaid and
if she can't tell you she'll surely point you to who can! And let me tell you, Jade was most helpful!
"Listen in close because I don't want rumors spreading about who told who what, but, the King of Molossia has
managed to separate the dragon side of Ariadne from the human part! She's now his prisoner or slave or
something worse."
"So the big dragon outside kind of is, Ariadne the DragonKnight?" I ask.
"Well, half of her." Jade said.