Skyrim - Futa-Ro-Dah (Muscles, Futa, Gender Transformation)

Story by wildbeyond

Been meaning to write this story for abit now, but seeing all the ideas brought up in the other thread, I decided to go with my initial story idea I've had for this. Basically it's about muscle growth and becoming a Futa. The first part is more just set up with a little sexual stuff at the end, but I'll be working in more kinky and naughty stuff as I go on. No telling how far I will go with this, but hopefully you all enjoy it ^^ Welcome to toss out ideas for future parts as I may work them in. This is all done spur of the moment and I'm writing these quick, so if you find any errors, they probably won't be changed lol

Futa-Ro-Dah

Fire scorched the earth as the massive dragon dove into the group of fleeing Whiterun guards, one getting grasped in his talons and being tossed in the air like a ragdoll, plummeting to his death as he crashes into the side of the watchtower. Terror had swept the land since the return of the dragons and most were unprepared to combat such a fearsome foe, especially one that was considered nothing more than legend till recently. The guards at the tower thought they were all doomed till one lone warrior came rushing into the fray. She was glad in iron armor, horns adorning the helmet as she jumped from her horse. With a roll, shecame back up into a charge and rushed at the monster as it landed on the ground.

She would've been incinerated right then and there if it wasn't for her shield, deflecting most of the fire and pushing her way up to the mouth of the dragon, slashing across it with her sword, causing the beast to roar with pain. The next few moments were a flurry of steel on scales, the two withstanding each others strikes till the warrior climbed atop the head of the dazed dragon, bringing her sword up with two hands and striking straight down. The blade tore through scale, flesh, and bone, letting the dragon roar one last time before it collapsed, dead at the hands of the one female warrior.

Stepping off the dragon, all of the guards were in amazement at what had happened, when they all stumbled backwards at the sight of the dragons carcass starting to burn away, dissolving into just bone, sending a wave of power and knowledge into the warriors who absorbed it. One guard stepped forward, mouth agape, whispering a word he thought he'd never utter in his lifetime...

"Dragonborn..."

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Freyja sat in the tavern of the Bannered Mare at Whiterun, drinking a tall mug of ale that warmed her, trying to understand what exactly happened to her earlier. She defeated the dragon that had attacked the East Watchtower, not the one that had attacked her before when she was ready to be executed next to Ulrich Stormcloak at Helgen, meaning there more dragons. Much more. What surprised her most was when the dragon was killed, a power flowed from it, like she had taken in the soul and power of the monster. It was...overwhelming. She felt stronger, suddenly knowing more about the dragons power, and it felt good. One guard had called her Dragonborn, which was then announced to all of Skyrim to be true, when the call of the Greybeards on High Hrothgar was sounded.

Taking off her iron helmet, she set it heavily onto the table and ran her gauntlet covered hand through her thick mohawk of black hair, a braid hanging off the front that she tucked behind an ear. Drinking heavily of her glass, she couldn't help but notice how some of the patrons looked at her. Some had a look of fear, others a look of amazement, a few of the men had a look of disgust seeing that Dragonborn was a woman instead of a man, but she cared not for any of them. She had a calling, she knew it deep within her that her mission now was to stop the dragons, kill them where ever they caused harm. Others might be fearful of such a thought, but to her...after today...all she felt was excitement.

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Riding back into Riverwood, her first time back since she had escaped from Helgen, she dismounted and tied up her steed near the inn and started to scan the skies. Word had come in of a dragon near the mountains of Riverwood and though guards had been sent there to keep it safe, most were not a match for a foe as mighty as a dragon. A guard rushed down to her, coming up to Freyja.

"Are you the Dragonborn? We were told you would be coming to help us fight the dragon. A scout not far from here has seen it and in his haste fears he had drawn the dragon right to here. We could use you on the wall."

Freyja nodded to the guard and pulled out her bow, "I want all of those able to draw a bow to meet me at the southern wall."

Rushing to the wall, they got on top of it, most wisely worried to fight a dragon, but they had the bows ready. It wasn't long when a roar blasted through the hillside and over the trees flew a dragon,

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