it had happened so suddenly
overnight in fact
a dragon had terrorized your land for ages
a dark titan of a reptile who proclaimed himself Mountain-Killer
and he decided naturally the land belonged to him
a sinister and harsh master
demanding sacrifices whenever it pleased him
heroes tried and fell to him and he just found the challenge humorous
the situation had become one of quiet suffering
the land suffered
harvests and cattle would be offered to the dragon for protection
things had gone on for so long you'd gotten a wife in the dragon's reign
Eliza was the sweetest girl in your village
comely with tanned skin that came from tilling the field alongside you
as a kid you'd been promised to each other
under the reign of this dragon you'd both grown into fine adults and built a homestead for yourselves
one day it was both a blessing and curse
finally someone had managed the impossible after decades
the Mountain-Killer was slain
the hero was an unknown boy, an outsider
you'd almost wished he hadn't done it
because with his dying breath Mountain-Killer cursed the land he ruled
cursed all of it
with a particular curse that seem unbreakable
Eliza awoke you with a scream the morning after the initial celebration
her skin replaced with scales
her beautiful face replaced with a draconian snout
the head of hair still the same color but grown out
a tail swung above her buttocks
her
she was no longer a she, despite her hips remaining girlish enough
a strange manhood poked out of her groin, red and angry
and as it turned out the curse carried to every woman in the village, and as it turned out, the land
the hero carried no answers and was chased out of town
meanwhile, you had no idea how to deal with your wife
neither did anyone
and Eliza had no idea what do do either
your initial fears were swept away in comforting her
Mountain-Killer had had one last laugh on the land he devastated
now you needed to pick up the pieces