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

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