A Costume Fit For A Halloween Knight! [Full/Story]
Pheagle finds an awesome dragon-knight costume in an antiques shop and wears it to go trick-or-treating, but a spirit trapped inside transforms him into Hareweald, the large pear-shaped dragon!
Sequence and story by phyrexianrevoker
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“Neat!” Phil said, admiring himself in his room’s mirror.
He still couldn't believe that the antique shop had a dragon-knight costume fit to his size and preferences! The leather was his favourite midnight green colour, the bracers and chest piece were painted to look metallic, there was a nice dragon emblem drawn on the chest with red ink, and, his favourite part, two reptilian skulls sat on the shoulders and made him look badass.
Most people outside were dressed as monsters for Halloween night, and with so many “threats” roaming the streets, it made sense to dress up as a righteous knight!
“This is much better than what everyone else is wearing!” Phil thought. “Maybe I can win the costume contest this year!!”
Phil was planning on attending a barbecue with his friends in about an hour, but since he was already all dressed up, he picked up his old, dusty candy bucket and decided to do some trick or treating in the neighborhood to reminisce about his childhood…
“All costumes pale in comparison to yours! Go out and take all the candy!” he thought to himself, before shaking his head and scoffing. He had no clue where that stupid idea had come from - he had no business hoarding candy. That kickass outfit was probably just giving him an ego boost.
First, Phil stopped by the old lady next door, who loved complimenting his outfits when he was a kid. Maybe she would find it funny to see him all dressed up like that as an adult. He rang the bell and was quickly welcomed by a white-haired woman with a bowl full of candies in her arms.
“Who could it possibly be?” she giggled, pretending not to recognise him. “Who's this evil-looking knight knocking at my door?”
“I come in the name of the dragon order to confiscate your stash of sweets!” He had no idea how that sentence came to be, but it sounded fun. “Forfeit your sugary treasures or face the wrath of my clan!”
“You look incredible, Phil!” She casually gave him a handful of candy “Especially with those horns. They look so real!”
"HAND ME MORE CANDY, FOOLISH HAG!" the voice screamed in his head, and Phil had to restrain himself to avoid accidentally vocalizing it.
“T-thank you, milady,” he said instead.
Phil hastily departed, his heart pounding and muscles tensing up. Where the hell was that voice coming from? And as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, he felt two pointy, hard stubs that definitely weren’t there before.
"Go back there and claim her sweets for our hoard!" that scary, looming voice echoed in his mind. "You are superior to all of these people! You are stronger! You deserve more! Much more!"
“Who are you?” he whispered, breathing out of rhythm, his legs shaking.
A strange red glow came from both dragon skulls on his shoulders. Rather than the dark voids that used to be there, each eye socket now had fiery pupils that were looking straight at him.
“Oh, crap!” Phil bit his lips. Weird stuff like this always happened to him…
"There are more houses to raid, my loyal subject! Go on and make them fear for their lives!"
“I have a barbecue to attend, no time for this nonsense!” Phil furrowed his brow and headed towards the party a few blocks away.
"Excellent! Go meet your friends! Show them who's the master! Take everything from them!"
Phil simply ignored the voice and continued down the sidewalk. He hoped that the entity would eventually shut up if he stopped replying - like a boogey man that leaves its victim alone if they refuse to get scared.
"Do not ignore me, serf!"
His insides gurgled and boiled as if he had just chugged a cauldron of pepper soup. The perfectly-fit costume tightened and stretched as his belly fattened a whole foot wider in diameter. The costume’s belt pressed against his waist and its buckle struggled with the tension. The once healthy, muscular jock now looked chubby and out of shape, putting a damper on his walking speed.
"If you won't do what I say, I have my ways!"
Before Phil could reply, a sharp bolt of pain came from his tailbone, pushing out to form a bulge in the seat of his pants. It grew wide and heavy, making it appear as if he had a football stuffed in his underwear! But Phil knew exactly what was going on. He was growing a tail…again...
Rrrrrip!
The front of his outfit was the first to succumb, ripping horizontally and opening like a maw to reveal the skin underneath. When his massive belly was released from that prison, it wobbled for a few seconds as he gasped for air, caught up in a strange mix of relief and embarrassment. His skin was now rough and hard, forming a thick layer of hide.
“W-what are you doing to me?!” Phil panicked and pushed his protruding tummy down, hopelessly trying to tuck it back into place. “Stop it! I don’t want to be a dragon right now! There are people watching!”
“I’ll show you how strong you can be and how much you can conquer with your draconic side! I’ll bestow upon you the power of the full moon, and in exchange you shall serve me!”
“I-I’m not serving anybody!” Phil covered his ears in a futile attempt to stop the voice, but it was pointless since the entity was talking directly into his head.
Rrrrrrr-pishhh!
A thick, massive tail shot from his rear, sending scraps of fabric flying in all directions. The long extension of his torso was so heavy that it dropped to the ground with a heavy thud and dragged on the sidewalk, as his human muscles were unable to lift it.
Phil’s body swelled nonstop, and it felt like his clothes were shrinking. The buttons on his chest were barely hanging on as his biceps tripled in size. His belt was already showing splits in many places as his waist gained the diameter of a beach ball. Both gloves started to shred as his hands changed into talons and his fingers became sausages with sharp, jagged claws for nails. The rubber bracelets on his shins and wrists stretched as much as they could before snapping violently. Even his leather boots couldn’t withstand the pressure, crushing his feet until…
RRrrraaaasg!
Phil lost his balance and nearly toppled over as the front of a boot blasted open, separating the sole from the rest, revealing a monstrous talon-like foot. The other boot soon followed as his remaining draconic foot broke free from it.
Despite knowing he was in trouble as his shape morphed, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pleasure each time a piece of clothing burst open to release his imprisoned body. Part of him wanted to completely break free from that constraining outfit…and the constraints of reality… He wanted to be himself…his dragon self...
“S-stop it! What do you want from me? Change me back!”
“Don’t lie to yourself! You want this! I’ll soon unleash your true potential! This is the night when I call upon my dragon army to reclaim the face of the earth, and you should feel honoured to become a part of it!”
“I don’t want to be a part of anyphlghjh…”
Phil’s jaw pushed outwards, fusing his mouth and nose into a single round shape that blocked a fourth of his field of vision. Each tooth grew and sharpened to deadly proportions, followed by a long, slithering tongue strong enough to lift a crate of bricks. Even after Phil’s long face resembled a crocodile, it continued to grow…
“Change me back or I’ll destroy you!” he shouted, holding one of the skulls and trying to claw it off of his shoulders.
“Mwa ha ha! My power is already running through your veins, my dragon-knight! Don’t worry about this tight gear, because you’ll soon be free from it. You’ll be free from everything - your fears, your limitations and the rules of your puny human society!”
Phil’s pelvis widened by two feet, forcing both thighs apart, reducing his walk to a clumsy waddle. The extra space allowed his already enormous tail and belly to grow even more, until Phil stopped moving, pinned in place by his own colossal tail! It felt like a ball and chain, only it was attached to his thighs!
“Soon, Hareweald, your dragon half, will be doing my bidding. You don’t deserve to wield so much power if you are not willing to use it!”
“If you think you can control my dragon form…you are so gonna...”
But just when Phil thought things couldn’t get any worse, a group of three teenagers turned the corner and approached him in awe, pointing their cellphones at him.
“Wow! Check out this costume!”
“Awesome! He’s like a dragon knight!”
“Where did you buy this thing, dude?”
When Phil tried to speak, his cheeks puffed up and a fiery belch escaped instead, forcing the youngsters to jump back. His body temperature rose higher than a fever, and his regular tan skin quickly acquired a darker red tone.
“Jeez! Body painting that changes in the moonlight!”
“And also some fire contraption!”
“Best costume ever!”
But their playful awe immediately vanished when every single bone and muscle in Phil’s body experienced a quick growth spurt at once. His muzzle grew even longer, with spikes between the flared nostrils, combined with a pair of large bull horns and fan-like ears as big as human hands. His belt ripped in multiple places at the same time, buttons popped in all directions, the four rubber bracers snapped with loud whip sounds, the pair of boots became rags, and his leather pants burst around the thighs and looked like destroyed shorts as the upper and lower side split apart.
When the back of his suit exploded to reveal a pair of blanket-sized wings, the three eavesdroppers finally took a hint and ran away in fear, their screams calling even more attention towards Phil, as everyone on the street was now looking at him transforming under the moonlight like some sort of ultra-realistic horror movie.
He wanted to burrow himself in a hole and end his embarrassment, but how could he hide in this bloated state?! Even though transforming into a dragon surely felt great and ripping his clothes was liberating, it wasn’t something he wanted to do in public! Especially not when an evil entity was trying to send him into a rampage!
“Come forth, my dragon servant! You are free from your human vessel!”
Phil’s veins burned like a bonfire and a massive surge of energy made him gain five times his mass in a split second. Any clothes still attached to his body tore into bits, displaying his enormous, naked, full dragon form for everyone in all of its scaly glory: a tail longer than a person, arms strong enough to lift a motorcycle, a maw big enough to swallow a whole pig, and wings that could cast a shadow over two cars.
“You are mine now, Hareweald! Phil is no more! We can conquer the world! You are stronger than anyone! You can do whatever you please! Let’s bring in the age of dragons together! An age in which you’ll be a dragon every second of your life without fear of what others may think! An age where everyone will either be a dragon or a slave to them!”
“I like this “full time dragon” thing, indeed,” said Hareweald in a deep voice, releasing warm steam with each word. “And I know exactly where to show off my dragon self - the barbecue!”
"Perfect! Go there and meet your first victims!”
Hareweald smiled and stomped his way across the block, putting cracks in the sidewalk and causing crowds to scream in horror at his bestial likeness. Soon he reached the backyard where the barbecue was happening. And it was time for a true party…
“Go forth, my dragon! Ravage these peasants’ gathering! Burn them all! Eat them all! Consume their flesh and grow stronger! Our reign of terror begins now!”
The taste of charred flesh was delicious, and his sharp teeth could easily rip the fibers and release those bloody juices into his mouth. Eating as a dragon was far more satisfying than as a person. His mouth-spilling flames could instantly cook meat into perfection. That whole age of dragons thing was a sweet idea…
“Hey, Phil!” said one of his friends. “I want mine a bit more juicy, but also crispy on the outside. Can you do that?”
“Sure!” he said, before gently cooking a burger on the grill, belching out a weaker fireball. “Done!”
“Thank you, dude!” The guy took a bite and closed his eyes. “Perfect!”
There was a long line of people waiting for Phil to prepare their burgers and hotdogs. He had quickly become the main attraction of the party and was sure to win first prize at the costume contest! Maybe everyone was a bit more accepting of weird transformations on Halloween…
“Hareweald! I told you to enslave these people and kill those who resist! What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m bringing about the age of dragons in my own way,” he chuckled, and continued to cook for his friends, the tip of his tail wagging slowly in joy.
Sequence and story by phyrexianrevoker
Original
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
“Neat!” Phil said, admiring himself in his room’s mirror.
He still couldn't believe that the antique shop had a dragon-knight costume fit to his size and preferences! The leather was his favourite midnight green colour, the bracers and chest piece were painted to look metallic, there was a nice dragon emblem drawn on the chest with red ink, and, his favourite part, two reptilian skulls sat on the shoulders and made him look badass.
Most people outside were dressed as monsters for Halloween night, and with so many “threats” roaming the streets, it made sense to dress up as a righteous knight!
“This is much better than what everyone else is wearing!” Phil thought. “Maybe I can win the costume contest this year!!”
Phil was planning on attending a barbecue with his friends in about an hour, but since he was already all dressed up, he picked up his old, dusty candy bucket and decided to do some trick or treating in the neighborhood to reminisce about his childhood…
“All costumes pale in comparison to yours! Go out and take all the candy!” he thought to himself, before shaking his head and scoffing. He had no clue where that stupid idea had come from - he had no business hoarding candy. That kickass outfit was probably just giving him an ego boost.
First, Phil stopped by the old lady next door, who loved complimenting his outfits when he was a kid. Maybe she would find it funny to see him all dressed up like that as an adult. He rang the bell and was quickly welcomed by a white-haired woman with a bowl full of candies in her arms.
“Who could it possibly be?” she giggled, pretending not to recognise him. “Who's this evil-looking knight knocking at my door?”
“I come in the name of the dragon order to confiscate your stash of sweets!” He had no idea how that sentence came to be, but it sounded fun. “Forfeit your sugary treasures or face the wrath of my clan!”
“You look incredible, Phil!” She casually gave him a handful of candy “Especially with those horns. They look so real!”
"HAND ME MORE CANDY, FOOLISH HAG!" the voice screamed in his head, and Phil had to restrain himself to avoid accidentally vocalizing it.
“T-thank you, milady,” he said instead.
Phil hastily departed, his heart pounding and muscles tensing up. Where the hell was that voice coming from? And as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, he felt two pointy, hard stubs that definitely weren’t there before.
"Go back there and claim her sweets for our hoard!" that scary, looming voice echoed in his mind. "You are superior to all of these people! You are stronger! You deserve more! Much more!"
“Who are you?” he whispered, breathing out of rhythm, his legs shaking.
A strange red glow came from both dragon skulls on his shoulders. Rather than the dark voids that used to be there, each eye socket now had fiery pupils that were looking straight at him.
“Oh, crap!” Phil bit his lips. Weird stuff like this always happened to him…
"There are more houses to raid, my loyal subject! Go on and make them fear for their lives!"
“I have a barbecue to attend, no time for this nonsense!” Phil furrowed his brow and headed towards the party a few blocks away.
"Excellent! Go meet your friends! Show them who's the master! Take everything from them!"
Phil simply ignored the voice and continued down the sidewalk. He hoped that the entity would eventually shut up if he stopped replying - like a boogey man that leaves its victim alone if they refuse to get scared.
"Do not ignore me, serf!"
His insides gurgled and boiled as if he had just chugged a cauldron of pepper soup. The perfectly-fit costume tightened and stretched as his belly fattened a whole foot wider in diameter. The costume’s belt pressed against his waist and its buckle struggled with the tension. The once healthy, muscular jock now looked chubby and out of shape, putting a damper on his walking speed.
"If you won't do what I say, I have my ways!"
Before Phil could reply, a sharp bolt of pain came from his tailbone, pushing out to form a bulge in the seat of his pants. It grew wide and heavy, making it appear as if he had a football stuffed in his underwear! But Phil knew exactly what was going on. He was growing a tail…again...
Rrrrrip!
The front of his outfit was the first to succumb, ripping horizontally and opening like a maw to reveal the skin underneath. When his massive belly was released from that prison, it wobbled for a few seconds as he gasped for air, caught up in a strange mix of relief and embarrassment. His skin was now rough and hard, forming a thick layer of hide.
“W-what are you doing to me?!” Phil panicked and pushed his protruding tummy down, hopelessly trying to tuck it back into place. “Stop it! I don’t want to be a dragon right now! There are people watching!”
“I’ll show you how strong you can be and how much you can conquer with your draconic side! I’ll bestow upon you the power of the full moon, and in exchange you shall serve me!”
“I-I’m not serving anybody!” Phil covered his ears in a futile attempt to stop the voice, but it was pointless since the entity was talking directly into his head.
Rrrrrrr-pishhh!
A thick, massive tail shot from his rear, sending scraps of fabric flying in all directions. The long extension of his torso was so heavy that it dropped to the ground with a heavy thud and dragged on the sidewalk, as his human muscles were unable to lift it.
Phil’s body swelled nonstop, and it felt like his clothes were shrinking. The buttons on his chest were barely hanging on as his biceps tripled in size. His belt was already showing splits in many places as his waist gained the diameter of a beach ball. Both gloves started to shred as his hands changed into talons and his fingers became sausages with sharp, jagged claws for nails. The rubber bracelets on his shins and wrists stretched as much as they could before snapping violently. Even his leather boots couldn’t withstand the pressure, crushing his feet until…
RRrrraaaasg!
Phil lost his balance and nearly toppled over as the front of a boot blasted open, separating the sole from the rest, revealing a monstrous talon-like foot. The other boot soon followed as his remaining draconic foot broke free from it.
Despite knowing he was in trouble as his shape morphed, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pleasure each time a piece of clothing burst open to release his imprisoned body. Part of him wanted to completely break free from that constraining outfit…and the constraints of reality… He wanted to be himself…his dragon self...
“S-stop it! What do you want from me? Change me back!”
“Don’t lie to yourself! You want this! I’ll soon unleash your true potential! This is the night when I call upon my dragon army to reclaim the face of the earth, and you should feel honoured to become a part of it!”
“I don’t want to be a part of anyphlghjh…”
Phil’s jaw pushed outwards, fusing his mouth and nose into a single round shape that blocked a fourth of his field of vision. Each tooth grew and sharpened to deadly proportions, followed by a long, slithering tongue strong enough to lift a crate of bricks. Even after Phil’s long face resembled a crocodile, it continued to grow…
“Change me back or I’ll destroy you!” he shouted, holding one of the skulls and trying to claw it off of his shoulders.
“Mwa ha ha! My power is already running through your veins, my dragon-knight! Don’t worry about this tight gear, because you’ll soon be free from it. You’ll be free from everything - your fears, your limitations and the rules of your puny human society!”
Phil’s pelvis widened by two feet, forcing both thighs apart, reducing his walk to a clumsy waddle. The extra space allowed his already enormous tail and belly to grow even more, until Phil stopped moving, pinned in place by his own colossal tail! It felt like a ball and chain, only it was attached to his thighs!
“Soon, Hareweald, your dragon half, will be doing my bidding. You don’t deserve to wield so much power if you are not willing to use it!”
“If you think you can control my dragon form…you are so gonna...”
But just when Phil thought things couldn’t get any worse, a group of three teenagers turned the corner and approached him in awe, pointing their cellphones at him.
“Wow! Check out this costume!”
“Awesome! He’s like a dragon knight!”
“Where did you buy this thing, dude?”
When Phil tried to speak, his cheeks puffed up and a fiery belch escaped instead, forcing the youngsters to jump back. His body temperature rose higher than a fever, and his regular tan skin quickly acquired a darker red tone.
“Jeez! Body painting that changes in the moonlight!”
“And also some fire contraption!”
“Best costume ever!”
But their playful awe immediately vanished when every single bone and muscle in Phil’s body experienced a quick growth spurt at once. His muzzle grew even longer, with spikes between the flared nostrils, combined with a pair of large bull horns and fan-like ears as big as human hands. His belt ripped in multiple places at the same time, buttons popped in all directions, the four rubber bracers snapped with loud whip sounds, the pair of boots became rags, and his leather pants burst around the thighs and looked like destroyed shorts as the upper and lower side split apart.
When the back of his suit exploded to reveal a pair of blanket-sized wings, the three eavesdroppers finally took a hint and ran away in fear, their screams calling even more attention towards Phil, as everyone on the street was now looking at him transforming under the moonlight like some sort of ultra-realistic horror movie.
He wanted to burrow himself in a hole and end his embarrassment, but how could he hide in this bloated state?! Even though transforming into a dragon surely felt great and ripping his clothes was liberating, it wasn’t something he wanted to do in public! Especially not when an evil entity was trying to send him into a rampage!
“Come forth, my dragon servant! You are free from your human vessel!”
Phil’s veins burned like a bonfire and a massive surge of energy made him gain five times his mass in a split second. Any clothes still attached to his body tore into bits, displaying his enormous, naked, full dragon form for everyone in all of its scaly glory: a tail longer than a person, arms strong enough to lift a motorcycle, a maw big enough to swallow a whole pig, and wings that could cast a shadow over two cars.
“You are mine now, Hareweald! Phil is no more! We can conquer the world! You are stronger than anyone! You can do whatever you please! Let’s bring in the age of dragons together! An age in which you’ll be a dragon every second of your life without fear of what others may think! An age where everyone will either be a dragon or a slave to them!”
“I like this “full time dragon” thing, indeed,” said Hareweald in a deep voice, releasing warm steam with each word. “And I know exactly where to show off my dragon self - the barbecue!”
"Perfect! Go there and meet your first victims!”
Hareweald smiled and stomped his way across the block, putting cracks in the sidewalk and causing crowds to scream in horror at his bestial likeness. Soon he reached the backyard where the barbecue was happening. And it was time for a true party…
“Go forth, my dragon! Ravage these peasants’ gathering! Burn them all! Eat them all! Consume their flesh and grow stronger! Our reign of terror begins now!”
The taste of charred flesh was delicious, and his sharp teeth could easily rip the fibers and release those bloody juices into his mouth. Eating as a dragon was far more satisfying than as a person. His mouth-spilling flames could instantly cook meat into perfection. That whole age of dragons thing was a sweet idea…
“Hey, Phil!” said one of his friends. “I want mine a bit more juicy, but also crispy on the outside. Can you do that?”
“Sure!” he said, before gently cooking a burger on the grill, belching out a weaker fireball. “Done!”
“Thank you, dude!” The guy took a bite and closed his eyes. “Perfect!”
There was a long line of people waiting for Phil to prepare their burgers and hotdogs. He had quickly become the main attraction of the party and was sure to win first prize at the costume contest! Maybe everyone was a bit more accepting of weird transformations on Halloween…
“Hareweald! I told you to enslave these people and kill those who resist! What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m bringing about the age of dragons in my own way,” he chuckled, and continued to cook for his friends, the tip of his tail wagging slowly in joy.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Western Dragon
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 345px
Why be unreasonably cruel when a dragon's power can be turned to productive means, right? Co-existence, rather than conquest!
You made me remember a comic about a village hiring a dragon to work for them instead of burning them down. I'll have to look for it tomorrow
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