"Black Dragonflight Restoration" - Dragon Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Black Dragon (WoW) Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV | Painful

Acheron was an esteemed archmage and a hero of the Alliance, but he had one major flaw – Overzealousness. Despite being very knowledgeable and powerful he sometimes acted on instinct and not rationality. There were many situations in which he could have perished if not for one person who perfectly balanced him – His assistant and a good friend Rea. She was the opposite of Acheron character-wise and despite not being as powerful as him when it came to magical knowledge, she still managed to come out of many dangerous situations with him by thinking them through before acting.

Despite being so powerful Acheron wanted more than just his skills which sometimes failed him. He studied many books in the greatest of Azerothian libraries and he finally found a solution to his problem. He didn’t know what precisely he needed until he have read about it in a black magic tome – He would summon a black dragon to serve him. “Yeees, that’s genius! The description of the incantation states that the dragon would be completely obedient, although… The language the incantation is written is nearly forgotten in the modern times, I hope I translated it correctly. I should consult with Rea…” – He monologued to himself.

Acheron just made up the basic version of the plan, while Rea’s cold calculations would ensure it would work. The second she heard about Acheron’s plan to summon a black dragon she finally smiled for the first time in years. – They wouldn’t summon a protodragon, not a drake, but an actual dragon. “That’s brilliant master Acheron. May I please see the tome you found that incantation in…?” – She asked rather eagerly compared to her usual ominous attitude.

Even though they were good partners at work, Acheron still had doubts about his assistant – Her pragmatistic attitude and that coldness were very eerie at times to say the least. Acheron was a trusting man and after a short while he handed over the tome to Rea whose eyes started to shine once she started examining the book. “You know the ancient titan language better than me Rea. That’s another reason why I trust you with handling this matter. We’ll summon a black dragon once it all works out and we’ll be the most famed pair of mages on Azeroth! The black dragons are almost extinct after all… Actually now that I think about it – How is that a summoning spell when we know that there’s just one uncorrupted black dragon on Azeroth as of now. Will it summon him specifically? What do you think Rea?” – Acheron contemplated about the consequences of his possible actions.

She was so absorbed by the ancient tome that she barely registered what her master was saying to her. Rea was cold, but not callous – She served her master well and she was about to prove it again. “Yes Ach- Master Acheron, I just finished translating the spell and its description and as you have figured out already this spell will indeed allow us to make a black dragon appear, even in this very room. I don’t say that often, but I’m genuinely excited for this little experiment of ours if I may call it that. If we’ll succeed we’ll be undefeatable…” – Rea explained and her eyes started to shine at the end of her last sentence.

“Rea! This is not just about blunt force for once, imagine what would other archmages say! You don’t think I’d use the power of the black dragonflight for domination on Azeroth, do you? You said undefeatable, we sure would be, but we’d never use the dragon for malicious intents and our own greediness for even more power. Do you understand?” – Acheron said somewhat sternly. Rea knew him well and knew he was usually a man with a very positive attitude, so now seeing him that serious meant he really took this matter seriously. Rea was very annoyed by her master’s lawful good attitude. Rea craved for more than just being Acheron’s footstool for the rest of her life. Nonetheless she nodded submissively and promised him they wouldn’t use the summoned dragon for arrogant reasons.

Both of them very eager to summon the dragon as fast as possible, but naturally it wasn’t as simple as just to read one spell. Dragons were powerful and renowned creatures, it was only fair the ritual to summon one would be somewhat complex. Acheron asked Rea to obtain dragon’s blood needed for the ritual, while he himself prepared a chamber for the soon to be summoned dragon.

It didn’t took Rea too long to come back with a vial of dragon’s blood. Her robes were stained with red substance despite the vial being full which worried Acheron, but they were too close to summoning to worry about trivial matters. The ritual was about to begin. Acheron would be the one who’d make the dragon appear in the chamber – He’d be incantating, while Rea would make sure every minor detail is on its place.

Acheron knew what he had to say to make the dragon appear, but Rea kept several tiny secrets from him. “Rea. What will the dragon’s blood be used for? Drawing of runes and glyphs? My trust has limits – Will I be safe to stay in the centre of the ritual zone?” – Acheron asked Rea who slowly came over to him. “Oh yes master. You’ll be safe with me, don’t fret. And as for the blood…” – Rea said in a cold manner before she slashed Acheron’s wrist with a blade and poured dragon’s blood onto it.

“Ghaaaah! What the hell are you doing woman?! You knew this was part of the ritual all along and you haven’t told me?!” – Acheron boomed at his acquaintance holding his injured hand and trying to stop it from bleeding. It didn’t help, but Acheron felt dragon’s blood mix with his and then his slash wound started to knit together and heal rapidly until there was no wound left. Both of the mages stared shocked at the unimaginable scene. “See master? I said I wouldn’t hurt you, permanently. Your wound is gone and so I hope the pain is too. Shall we proceed with the procedure?” – She asked befuddled Acheron.

He got too far to give up now and so he nodded. Rea walked away from the middle of the chamber and Acheron started incantating the words he learned from the tome. He failed to notice Rea’s unusual attitude for she knew something else that he didn’t. Acheron was about halfway done with the incantation when he felt something strange. His flesh where the slash wound was itched despite being fully healed. He knew it didn’t matter, he had to finish incantation first.

Instead of staring at the spot the dragon was supposedly ought to appear, Rea stared at her master hypnotised when she noticed the first symptoms of the ritual’s successful progression. Her master’s eyes started changing hue from green to bright, vicious red. His pupils sharpened into vertical slits unbeknown to him. “… Gregor halama mortis!” – Acheron said proudly awaiting the portal from which the dragon would appear.

He waited a while, feeling more strange sensations all over his body – He felt a rising headache at the back of his head and his skin itched all over his body. Despite him finishing the incantation his strange eyes didn’t go back to normal. Acheron started to doubt the ritual’s success chance. He glanced at his assistant and shook his head in disappointment. Rea smiled wider when she noticed her master’s teeth slowly sharpen into deadly fangs. Acheron grimaced – Why was she smiling when the ritual failed?

“Rea! You were ought to double-check the rites. Why isn’t this workyaaaagh…!” – Acheron was cut midsentence when he felt splitting pain at the back of his head. He was about to clutch his head in pain as he felt conical spikes writhe out of his skull, but then he noticed his hands. His fingernails have elongated into black talons, his hands were becoming bestial in appearance as they started elongating and his skin was drying up and becoming charred and rough. “Noooo! This isn’t supposed to happen! What have you done to me-ghaaaaaah!?” – Acheron roared in pain with deepening voice as he started growing bigger and his body was twisting to become more monstrous.

“I’m making a dragon appear in this very chamber my master… And I must admit you’re progressing stunningly beautiful…” – Rea said with her ever-cold voice as she watched the agonising transformation unfold. Acheron’s heart heated up with fury at his assistant’s betrayal. He clutched his head with his clawed hands, which by now were covered by tiny black plates – His scales. To Acheron’s horror he felt his hair loosen and fall out at the slightest touch of his hands. He wasn’t entirely bald as his head just like the rest of his body was crackling and growing scales all over.

Acheron ran his hands over his head and at the back of it he felt many hard, bony and sharp protrusions sticking out of it. They throbbed and slowly pushed out further, growing longer into impressive horns. The archmage screamed in agony as the last bit of his heavy bony protrusions pushed out and gave him an intimidating appearance already.

The man’s body continued to transform and grow bigger. “Let’s hope you’ll fit in this chamber after the transformation master.” – Rea remarked when she noticed seams of Acheron’s robes split in places. His tattering clothing revealed black scales of many sorts. The ones on his back were tougher and bigger, some of them had spikes which only helped his growing body get out of the clothes completely. With two more growth spurts Acheron’s robe fallen onto the chamber floor in pieces, the rest of his clothing followed soon after. It was disorienting for the archmage to gain so much mass all of the sudden and so he fallen over onto all fours to better support his growing weight.

“Ghr… Hhhhng- Rea, if I’ll survive this I’m going to punish you severly- Hngh-agh!” – Acheron groaned weakly as he felt his arms contort and become less rotary and flexible. Rea scoffed and continued to watch the twisted spectacle. Acheron was more disappointed in her than anything, but the pain he was forced to go through was making him want to tear his former apprentice in half. Acheron tried to jump up, but his body was too far gone. His spine has thickened and readjusted to fit his new quadrupedal stance better and his legs started shifting into digitigrade alignment. His feet elongated and hocks formed on them. His toes lengthened and were soon after pierced by the sharp, black claws extending from them.

The archmage was in too much pain to move, he felt like his power was shifting along with his body. During his lifetime he have gathered and absorbed tons of magical energy fit for a mage, but now he felt like all this was getting reforged into new kind of power for his soon to be draconic body. He gasped when he felt his head crunch and tilt upwards into a more feral position. His neck started to elongate and thicken with muscles just like his torso. Meanwhile his head underwent more changes as scales covered it whole. His ears started to wither and shrink, until they were fully gone. A pressure started to rise at the top of his head and in his jaws and Acheron thrashed his head in suffering as it started to remold into a draconic visage. It sloped down and his face pushed out a bit into a snout, absorbing his nose in the process and leaving only slitted nostrils on his forming muzzle.

The changes were so dramatic that Acheron expected to lose the ability to speak, but then he recalled that the dragons were able to speak thankfully enough. He wanted to wipe the smug off Rea’s face along with a chunk of flesh for her pathetic betrayal. Acheron shook his head and looked down at his clawed hands. He realised that either the changes or the pain of the transformation has made him overreact – He can’t kill Rea despite what she did to him. If he’d just kill her he would act like a beast he was becoming…

Rea tilted her head at the scaly monster in front of her trembling on all fours and apparently struggling with its thoughts. “Are you still in there master? The ritual was ought to keep your mind in-tact and it better be so, otherwise I’ll have to use mind control on you.” – Rea remarked knowing that her former master trapped in a dragon’s body was better than an actual feral dragon. Acheron panted hard from exhaustion and struggling with his violent thoughts.

He felt a pressure rise in his spine and he grunted when he felt the pressure release – A fleshy nub stretched by his tailbone formed above his rear. His growing tail writhed like a snake as it gained length making Acheron claw at the chamber’s floor in discomfort. His tail slowly gained the length of the rest of his growing body by now. Tiny, black and plate-like scales rapidly encompassed it whole, but the tail wasn’t done forming. Acheron felt a weight build up at the swaying tail’s tip. With the newfound flexibility of his neck he managed to glance back at his new appendage and watch as a bony, club-like protrusion formed at the end with many sharp spikes sticking out of it.

Acheron felt his body pulse altogether and grow bigger and stronger. Everything around was so much smaller than it was half an hour ago – It was really confusing for the transforming man. He glanced at Rea and realised that he was towering above her despite being on all fours. Still the chamber was huge and a rising, paralysing pain in his shoulder’s area made it impossible to move for the former archmage. “Wings…” – He managed to mutter in an intimidating, guttural voice that was only slightly reminiscent of how it sounded before the transformation.

“Precisely ma- I mean Acheron. I forgot I can finally call you by your name. And it’s a solid name for a dragon too…” – Rea said, staring at the huge draconic creature in front of her with her elbows resting on the table. Acheron tried to ignore Rea’s insults, more than that – He was forced to as the pressure and pain on his back built up to unimaginable intensity. Bones, muscles and additional flesh started to stretch his scaly hide as his wings started to form.

They grew, mostly in length as they slowly unfurled from his back. Acheron groaned and kept hitting his tail’s tip against the chamber’s stone walls. His wings grew more complex, somewhat bat-like skeletal structure in between which strong, yet flexible membranes formed. Acheron flapped his wings and powerful gusts of air hit Rea making her stumble back and almost fall over. She just grinned and admired the wings that formed on her former master’s back. They too gained a scaly texture and many spikes pushed through the bones giving the wings a more impressive appearance.

Acheron sighed in relief when his wings fully formed and they instinctively folded on his back. At this point it was undeniable what the mage was turning into. Acheron hanged his head low in sorrow as he felt his head finalise its changes. He opened his maw slightly as he felt his muzzle push out more. His eyes were forced to drift away from each other slightly as his growing muzzle grew broader. Inside his maw new fangs grew out and his tongue lengthened. Acheron blinked his draconic eyes – He didn’t feel pain of the changes anymore.

There was still heat in his body though and it started to centre at his groin. He gasped and his eyes widened when he felt his manhood start to shift. It grew along with him, but now it started to morph into an actual draconic shaft. Acheron moaned in his growly voice as he felt his shaft stiffen and start to elongate. As it grew the foreskin receded until it met the base of his cock, as it did a slit started to form around it.

As the tight genital slit clasped at Acheron’s malforming cock he felt his balls pull deeper into his body leaving smooth beige scaly pattern where his ballsack used to be. Acheron felt the base of his cock swell and form a bulbous knot. His shaft was changing colour and becoming darker shade of pink and red. The cock’s head started to lose definition as it sharpened into a draconic tip. Acheron moaned as his new draconic equipment pulsed temptingly between his strong scaly legs. There would be time to sate his lust eventually, but now…

Acheron felt like his transformation was finished. From a tall man he turned into a mythical creature, a rare black dragon. His every breath was deeper and practically everything about his body functions changed. He readjusted his stance and started examining his body briefly – He was so strong and big now, but at the same time less agile because of that. The huge black dragon turned its attention towards Rea who for once seemed slightly unsettled by the huge, reptilian creature in front of her. She started to back away from her former master and make gestures that were ought to calm him down. “M-Master…? A-Are you still in there…? Hear reason, we c-can achieve so much more with y-you… Being a dragon and all!” – Rea tried to reason with Acheron as he started crawling towards her until she staggered, tripped over some rock and fallen onto her rump.

“You turned me into a monster! Now I’ll act like one…” – Acheron roared and the chamber crumbled a bit, debris fallen off the ceiling. Acheron opened his huge maw and felt heat rise in his throat – He wasn’t acting like himself overwhelmed with his new powers he wanted to burn Rea alive here and now. Acheron threw his head back, inhaled and lowered it again aiming at Rea. A wave of flames started to rise in his lungs and was about to be spewed at Rea. In the last second immense force grabbed Acheron’s jaws and shut his maw closed. Red magical force fields summoned by Rea were holding the dragon by its jaws and preventing it from spitting fire at Rea and killing her.

With shut maw shocked Acheron was unable to question the unbelievable. His piercing red eyes stared daggers at Rea. She slowly stood up and came over to Acheron and started patting him on the side. “You really thought I’d just get myself killed? I don’t even know if it was yours or the dragons intention to try and burn me alive, but it doesn’t matter. I learned from the tome how to control a beast like you. Force field is just one of the methods. I can also torture you with invasive thoughts that would make you a reptilian vegetable fully obedient to me. Or… You can just accept my conditions of service. First of all – No attempts at killing me! Secondly… You’re no longer my master, I am yours you beast. And thirdly – We will use your newfound powers to dominate a significant portion of Azeroth. We’ll be undefeatable after all… So what will it be Acheron? Or shall I call you a simple beast after all, can you even understand me?” – Rea asked as coldly as ever.

Acheron was doomed and he realised that resistance was futile at this point. From a renowned archmage he was indeed turned into nothing more than a beast. Dragons were respected on Azeroth, but the way Rea treated him and wanted to use him made him feel like an actual common beast. Acheron closed his eyes and struggled to nod in agreement – He didn’t want to suffer more. The force fields dissipated and Acheron’s chin hit the floor hard. “There, there. Don’t frown – We have a bright future ahead of us my acquaintance…” – Rea cackled and Acheron roared in misery…