God Becoming

By The Emprex of Change

The Immortal Light Dragon

"To Become an Immortal Dragon is to Lose Oneself"

Mineru's words echoed in Zelda's mind as she felt the icy cold of her Secret Stone touch her tongue. From the moment it made contact, it felt to her as though the stone *wanted* to be brought deeper into her, as though it knew its purpose was to be consumed by her and change her forever.

The desire surging within the stone called out to her, and its otherworldly eagerness gave her one small moment of pause, like she was being tempted into something far greater than she could fully grasp. She gathered all her resolve, swirling the stone around in her mouth. As she felt the stone move towards the back of her mouth, she thought of Link and the distant future she had to save. Before her lay the Master Sword, ruined and defiled by the dark magic of the Demon King. She took it in her hands, held it close to her, and swallowed the Secret Stone.

The droplet of magic slid down her throat with ease, cold and smooth and hard. All the flesh around it though, instantly surged with heat. Zelda knew in that moment that the legends were undeniably true. The energy surging through her as the stone made its way towards her belly was unlike any she had felt in all her journeys across time and space. Her flesh and blood was roiling with restless energy. Her whole body felt as though it was ready to burst with power.

Braced as she was in anticipation, Zelda expected the stone to reach her core any moment, but somehow it seemed to move so slowly. She felt as though her body was running away from the stone in either direction, like it simply couldn't reach her stomach no matter how much she wanted to have it over with.

The sensation of electricity and warmth cascading through her body was only growing stronger. She felt like she wanted to scream, and she nearly did when she realized that her skin had become so hot that it was searing off her beautiful, hand-made Zonai Robes. Shimmering waves of light danced across her now-exposed skin, shifting in response to each gust of wind that blew across the open ritual platform she stood on. Naked, clutching the Master Sword between her breasts, the last of her clothes burnt away.

Movement across her thigh, right below her hips, caught her eyes. Faint golden lines forming in her shimmering skin, splitting and spreading outwards into white-gold diamond shapes. Scales. She felt them spreading upwards, towards her back.

Zelda was interrupted from the hypnotic motion of her newly forming scales by a powerful gag reflex. She could feel the stone still moving down her throat, agonizingly slow. Was her body rejecting it? A second gag almost made her drop the Master Sword. It was so strong her mouth popped open, and as it did, her tongue poured out of her mouth, coiling over itself. Instinctively, she turned her head slightly, seeing her tongue lolling out from between her teeth, far too long for her mouth. The tip split serpentine before her very eyes, with nothing but a quick pinch, and she felt another slight gag as her tongue elongated further. Without even thinking, she curled the split tips across one another, discovering the prehensile nature of her new tongue for the first time.

The heat within her grew to terrifying levels. Tingles of fear crept across her increasingly scaly skin. She wanted to cry out but could barely muster a moan of fear as her mouth was blocked by lengthening and fattening tongue-flesh.

A sudden ache spread across her whole torso, from the base of her spine to the base of her skull. It was like she was being stretched away from the stone still working its way down to her core. It hurt. Fear surged through her heart as she felt her muscles roiling beneath her scales, extending, bulging, strengthening. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to muster the courage to continue. She swallowed, forcefully, around her still-growing, disobedient tongue and felt her teeth growing sharp against it.

Thoughts raced through the Princess' mind. She should stop this while she still could. Eyes still closed, she tried to reach her hand up towards her mouth, to force herself to gag again and abort the process. No matter how hard she reached, she simply couldn't get her fingers to her lips. She just couldn't reach her mouth. Her neck felt wrong, strong but bent out of shape somehow. She needed to open her eyes, to see what was happening to her and her body, but somehow she knew that if she opened her eyes, there would truly be no going back.

As foreign sensations twinged and shuddered across her body, she felt pressure building behind her eyes and a new fire deep within her. The burning flame of desire surged up from her core to join the otherworldly pressure behind her eyes, encouraging her forward. Encouraging her to embrace the unknown beyond. The Secret Stone had nearly reached her stomach. This was her last moment. To decide.

Cold winds whipped around her, cooling the scales that were beginning to spread across her breasts and down across her belly. She could feel the strange sensation of her breasts flattening out and losing definition under the scales. Her human torso lengthening, disappearing. Her hands and feet were cramping, curling forcibly into a new shape.

Her mouth started to water with anticipation. Did she truly want this? Could she truly overcome the screaming fear in her mind? It seemed to her that Time itself was waiting for her to decide if she could embrace her destiny.

Something inside her roared "YES."

It was her and yet it was not her. It was something new, made from her but not the same. Neither the voice of the Secret Stone nor the familiar voice of her own mind. Zelda could hear familiar voices woven into the roaring. The voice of her courage, and the voice of her desire. It carried with it everything that had motivated her in her darkest moments and her most intimate hours. It carried with it her love and even her lust for Link. She could sense the roar carried even their most private moments of vulnerability, of nakedness, of sex.

Zelda was breathing heavily. Her mind was racing through memories as the changes in her body held painfully still. Waiting. Waiting as she flew through all her most treasured moments. Link was holding her near a fire on the top of Mount Lanayru, near the Spring of Wisdom, where years ago Link had held strong for her even in her darkest moments. Then they were laying in the Castle garden, touching one another and laughing. Then Link was deep inside her, strong, loving, and hard. Could she really let go?

"YES" the roar repeated.

The memories inside her swirled and changed, became visions. Link held up a new sword, glittering with blue and gold. Not the devastated Master Sword she clutched tightly to her warped chest now, but remade, infused with Light and Love. Then he was weilding it, struggling against the demons of the dark. Bloodied and scarred, he fought strong with its light. Then he was sleeping, surrounded by endless locks of golden hair Zelda knew as her own. Zelda saw herself flying high above the kingdom she loved, looking down with pride. She could see happiness, hope, thriving life. The hopelessness of the gloom was banished. Life prevailed.

And then something more strange came to her.

Link was naked, flushed, lying on his chest, panting. His arm was glowing and he was crying again. Tears of joy and pleasure. Zelda was thrusting into *him*.

"YESSSSSSSS" the voice was louder than ever.

Zelda gasped for breath. Unrestrained desire overtook her mind. The roar within her mind louder than anything she had ever heard. She was ready. It was time. With all her courage and wisdom and strength, she embraced the roaring within.

Three events occurred in rapid succession. Zelda's eyes shot open, the Secret Stone dissolved completely within her, and a sharp, fiery pain between her legs seared outwards.

The eyes that opened on her face were unrecognizable. Purple and green and inhuman, lined with golden lashes that shined as bright as the sun. The eyes of an Immortal Dragon. Power surged from them and into them. These eyes looked and saw...everything. The paths of the wind and waters, the curves and angles of magic, time and light and destiny itself swirled before them.

Seeing everything, Zelda cried out. Deep within her, the dissolution of the stone marked the awakening of something wholly new. In one moment, Zelda's self-perception permanently altered. The thought of humanity left her. It felt alien, suddenly, to believe humanity had ever been an aspect of her existence. Zelda was no longer a Princess, no longer a mortal, no longer a terrestrial thing. Zelda was no longer Zelda.

The Dragon's body still bore signs of Zelda's former anatomy. As the Dragon surged and stretched, the legs that once belonged to Zelda melded together and became the strong tail of the Light Dragon. At the top of those quickly-disappearing legs, a soft feminine cleft, partially covered in white-gold scales still remained. Within, the clit of the former Princess split in two, in an instant, and surged outward, engorged beyond belief. Pain transitioned seamlessly into pleasure as hard, spongy and red flesh, latticed with faint veins, pushed feminine lips aside and permanently sealed the opening that had once taken Link in with such lust and love. In its place was a scaly, horizontal, shallow slit perfectly encircling two swollen hemipenes.

In that moment, HE awoke as a GOD.

The Immortal Light Dragon growled raspily for the first time with HIS voice, thrusting HIS new organs forward and relishing the unfathomable desire that came with such motion. Zelda truly was no more. The Princess had become him in whole. All of what he had been before was incorporated, but HE was something new. Something greater. Something more powerful.

He felt his neck stretch further. Emboldened, he flexed the strong sinews of his neck and curled it such that his inhuman eyes could look down on his still-changing form. His hands were almost unrecognizable. He watched them as they settled into the form of beautiful, clawed talons, golden with light. A second pair of talons had already begun to form just below where his new hemipenes had formed. In moments he felt the nerves within them activate and he flexed his back claws for the first time. Compact, armored and smooth on his back; wide and layered on his very long belly, scales now covered his whole form.

The last changes were coming upon him. His body had become far too large for the platform he started on, and the coils of his serpentine body were beginning to slip off either end of the platform. He bent himself efforlessly and slithered through the air, encircling a nearby floating island, one that had been wholly unreachable before. He brought his face before a pond on the nearby island, and saw a strange sight. An eerily humanoid face, with the eyes of a dragon, stared back at him, mouth wide open and serpentine tongue hanging out.

It occured to him that in his new form he waited on no one, so he simply *willed* his face to change. And it did. He felt his face stretch forward, his draconic eyes slide to either side of his head as his mouth stretched wider than he had ever previously though possible. His teeth grew with his mouth, sharpening as his maw stretched wider and longer. Horns of brilliant color stretched back from his forehead as his whole face took on an aerodynamic form more suited to his draconic majesty. A glorious mane of pure golden hair flowed from around his pointy, scaled ears and shimmering horns. And right above his eyes he saw the Master Sword. Bound into a horn in the center of his head. A perfect location where Link could seek it out eons later.

LINK.

The Immortal Dragon felt his titanic hearts thud within him. Shock coursed through his body. The first sense of shock he had felt since he became himself. He was shocked because he had foolishly expected to feel sentiment. Sadness, or melancholy or loss that Link was not with him now. But he didn't, he simply felt unrestrained, almost bestial desire. Such strong desire that his hemipenes hardened and twitched in the cold wind of the sky.

This shocked the Immortal Light Dragon such that he laughed a raspy, draconic hiss of a laugh. Time was nothing to an Immortal Dragon. It was as if all his earthly worries from the life he lived before had been mitigated. He would be alongside Link in no time. Link would learn of his becoming.

The draconic desire that surged through his blood now, however, HAD to be dealt with.

As crystal spines pushed through his scales from the tips of countless discs of his long spine, the Light Dragon lifted off the platforms and into the sky. Weaving through the currents of the air, gulping in the cool and delicious skies, savoring the cold flows of air that coaxed his hemipenes harder.

Scanning all of the lands below him, teeming with life, the Light Dragon fixed his heavenly eyes on a massive, smooth stone structure. He knew it to be the beginnings of Hyrule Castle. A castle his former self had occupied in a different time, eons into the future. A castle he would watch over for the rest of time. A castle he would watch his former self live her life in, learn her magic in, and make love to Link in someday.

He delighted in the oddity of thinking of his past self. So limited, so *feminine!* Living in complete obliviousness to the masculine and powerful destiny that awaited. With arrogant delight, he flexed the muscles around his throbbing sex organs. His past self could never even imagine...

With incredible speed for his size, he dove down through the clouds towards the incomplete castle. He roared as he approached, scaring off the countless laborers building the castle so they wouldn't be hurt in the ensuing pleasure. He wrapped himself around the sturdy and smooth structure, rubbing his hardened hemipenes against the smooth stone. His godly cockflesh was stronger by far than the smoothed granite and marble of the incomplete castle, but the castle held strong as he wrapped it in his coils and thrusted against it.

The locals of this time would no doubt see this as a sanctification. A new god descending upon their holy castle to bless it. And why not? He WAS a god after all, and this would be his first true taste of godly pleasure. How fitting!

Thrusting against the smooth stone, hissing lustfully, the Immortal Light Dragon imagined how he would someday reward his sweet swordsman. After the struggle was done. After Link had taken back the sword from within the God's horn. After the dreadful hopelessness and hate of the demon king was banished, the Light Dragon decided he would descend upon Link and bless his beautiful body with lovemaking.

He imagined it in great detail, his hemipenes, adjusted *just* enough for Link's comparatively small body, sliding into the swordsman's tight ass, thrusting deep into him. The cute little gasps and moans and shouts he would make wrapped and squeezed in the God's coiled body. He would bind the smooth warrior up with his coils. Hold him in place, thrust into him. Lick his flesh with his forked tongue and give him pleasure and peace. He would make him feel safe in the presence of a GOD.

The pleasure surging from the Immortal Dragon's hemipenes was unlike any pleasure he had ever experienced before. Two distinct and hypersensitive organs rubbing and bending all around the smooth stone of the unfinished towers. A firm but gentle tugging sensation around the scaled slit that housed his hemipenes. A surging warmth with each thrust as his tough, protective flesh moved around his testes within, massaging them closer and closer towards surging fulfillment.

Despite the incredible knowledge that came with Dragonhood, the God was not prepared. The thoughts of Link, who his hearts still contained so much love and desire for, drew him to the edge. A surge of pleasure was welling up inside his draconic slit. A lightningbolt of sensation splitting to each of the tips of his bulging organs. He thought of his swordsman's face, he thought of penetrating his toned, smooth ass, and finally, he thought of filling his little mortal lover with immortal cum.

With that thought pleasure finally took full hold in the mind of the God. He thrust, hard, against the towers that would become Hyrule Castle, every muscle in his body tensing as all of the senses of a god were set aside with Divine Pleasure. Brilliant white cum, intermingled with streams of pure gold, erupted from the tips of his hemipenes. He roared out, shuddering the earth for miles as thrusted again and again against the stone, painting it with his divine seed.

The pleasure didn't stop. Eruption after eruption of pure white-and-gold, shimmering cum gushed from the tips of his engorged and throbbing organs. His mind was an almost incomprehensible glittering of visions, imaginations, and memories alike. Thrusting and fucking and being fucked and soaring and undulating and swirling and diving.

Thrusting again against the stone for another surge of pleasure. Gasping and hissing. Minutes passed like this. Thrusting again, hissing in pleasure. Gushing, twitching, throbbing, gasping.

Finally, the Immortal Light Dragon took a deep breath. His talons relaxed. His coils loosened. He closed his inhuman eyes.

It had only been a few hours at most since he had been Zelda, Princess of the Kingdom of Hyrule. Now he was a Dragon, and a very male dragon at that. He let his mind feel his new soul. His new body. His new identity. His new genitals.

The Immortal Dragon felt great happiness, and most of all, great confidence in his decision. He could not find himself bothered with worries, though he couldn't help but laugh at the fact that he had just used Hyrule Castle as a toy for his pleasure.

He couldn't even be sure it would be the last time.

With a final pleased sigh, the Light Dragon lifted off the ground and returned to the endless skies above. Tears of pleasure streamed in his beautiful eyes, and as he soared up, his draconic hemipenes softened and retracted to his scaly slit. As they disappeared, twelve small droplets shook from their tips and plummeted to the ground. They would serve as messages to beloved Link many millenia later. Until then - he had Divine and Magical things to ponder, skies to enjoy, and plans to weave.

The Light Dragon smiled knowing the most sublime happiness awaited him millennia from now, and that there would be countless heroes and villains to witness, fight, and even fuck in the time between.