Based on a series of images done for me by the always amazing Rivalmit. https://sfw.furaffinity.net/user/rivalmit


It had been a weird day for Luna as she awkwardly wriggled onto her bed. She grimaced and reached behind to adjust herself. The odd-looking woman licked expectantly at her aching jaw as she got her journal ready. There had been so much to encapsulate and encode!

First, she had bitten one of her whiskers trying to drink a Moscow mule. Yeah, that’s right, she has whiskers now! Two of them! She wondered if she could hold them frozen to look like handlebar mustachios.
The second was her butt merging into one piece. She had monobutt now, and it was really, really, flat. Like… what did she go through that awful puberty for? This is some pulukeke. And to make things even more sideways, her tail had begun to grow at the worst possible time. That being when she had tried to squat down on a stool. She had stubbed her butt! Yep, straight down on to it to bend the limb at ninety degrees.

It had hurt.

So, she had tried to dance with it. Her rhythm was shot. No more hulas for her with a frozen butt!
Never had she thought that was an experience she would ever undertake. If she had known, she would have done this years ago. Was snaking possible when she was a girl taro sprout? Even as she wrote this, she could feel the tiny worm thrashing about on the pillow she rested against. At least it hadn’t affected her joints yet. Much, anyway, although her hips did feel mighty funny.

Third, and, amazingly, with the swelling of her chest girth and height, her uma had grown as well! A very pleasing lad had told her so earlier. It was a pity however that her right one was beginning to scale over. Her sense of touch was growing dead where the scales plated. Unlike the skin and scales of the Children of the Egg, the taniwha she had learned were as extraordinarily sensitive as the rest of Luna’s still-human and hormone-flushed skin. Although it bothered her to the utmost palm limb to see her tattoos had changed to only appear, to glow, really, when wet. It was not something she could consider long before other intrusive sensations came that required note-taking.

She could never remember being as horny as she’d been the last few weeks. She should have known becoming a dragon would do that to her. Perfectly obvious, she thought. Luna was not the only one, thank the seas, whose primal itch was so strong.

The last comment she wanted to remark upon was that her pinky fingers and toes had begun to shrink one way, while the webbing between her digits grew the other. Along with the agonizing itchiness of her bone dissolving, the sensation of her dwindling nerves were as intrusive as an invading horde of rats gnawing silently at the roots of her forlorn little piggies.

In thought over her journal, Luna felt a slithering in her mouth, and then the feel of something long and agile caressing her lip. Oh! My tongue! she thought, startled. Her eyes moved to track it as she wiggled it like a snake before first one eye, and then the other. “Awwww maaaa gaaaawwwwdddd!” she gurgled around the sausage-sized muscle. When had it gotten so long? When had this sleeve for it grown down her throat? She wondered at the not-Luna-like fullness of her tongue retracting into the narrow pouch in her neck. All that meat had to go somewhere. The wonders never ceased raining upon her!