Dragoness Rock Band

>Blair was in her private dressing room. She had just finished performing one of her all time favourite songs. The young rock musician had a knack for writing them herself and, although she never took a music lesson in her life, her charisma and sheer passion was enough to make her and the rest of her female band minor figures. For now, she was relaxing backstage, taking a swig of some foreign beer she got from a tour a while back. Her manager, who appeared to be a refugee from a Grateful Dead concert popped his head into the room.
>A minute later, she was back on stage once more. Blaire had just started off her next song when she felt a fire deep within her chest, which only gave her more passion with her singing. As the song continued on, strange changes began happening to Blaire. She barely even noticed her hands and feet expanding, nor the claws stretching out of her digits as she got into the music. As her height grew and her face took on a more reptilian appearance, her voice got louder to the extent that she no longer needed a microphone to project her voice. Her own band members stared at her as Blaire's midsection and rear began swelling up, a large tail turning her ripped jeans to shreds. Somehow, her classic T-shirt and denim jacket remained on her body, although they were stretched to their limits. Blaire took no notice of these changes, nor the fact that her own band had stopped playing as she got to the final part of her song. She punctuated her final line with a short burst of flame from her mouth. As she panted, tired from the whole experience, she opened her eyes to see a shocked crowd. The crowd's reaction quickly erupted into cheers as she bowed in approval."Go backstage and try that weird Russian drink." she instructed her bandmates. "Then tell the manager about our hot new look! This'll make us huge...in more ways than one!" She said with a fanged grin as she basked in the praise.
>Blaire's bandmates stared at her in disbelief, not sure what had occurred to her during the concert. She had transformed from a slender and thin human to a bottom-heavy dragoness over the course of only a few minutes. As the other girls stared at their new vocalist, they decided it was best to listen to someone a few feet taller than you and with sharp fangs and claws. Blaire adored the attention and soaked up as much of it as she could for the moment. This was one performer the audience certainly wasn't ever going to forget. As she signed autographs, she began pondering the idea of expanding the tour and getting a few girl groupies with them on the way.
>A few moments later, the rest of the band were currently mulling around the back of their tour bus, talking with each other whether or not to drink from the strange bottle. Finally, the three of them went to a vote. A 2-1 decision made it simple and as they each drank from the bottle, they began feeling strange...
>As Blaire sighed in relief, she yanked open the door of the tour van only to find 3 other dragonesses that were the exact shape and size of her. Their scale and hair colors were enough to tell Blaire that her band had followed suit and were now ready for action. Approximately 15 minutes later, the dragonesses were having fun with some groupies of both sexes, their enormous bodies being humped and fondled by the still human groupies. Blaire and the rest of the band were bi and as she moaned in pleasure as two groupies massaged her nipples, she wondered what it would be like to sleep with her now fellow dragonesses, making a note to ask her friends when they went back on the road. The manager was just about to repremand Blaire for what he thought was unsupervised special effects and pyrotechnics, when he entered the bus and froze in terror. "Hey, boss..." Blaire said, raising her head from the pleasure she was recieving. "How about we go on a world tour?"
>As the manager was staring in total shock on the tour bus floor, the 4 dragonesses momentarily stopped their fun to take care of him. "You OK, boss?" Blaire asked out of curiosity. "Dragons...dragons..." he muttered quietly. "I think he's fine." Janet the lead guitarist replied as she put her hand on her now enormous hips. "Speaking of which, what are we going to do about our instruments? Can't play my axe with these..." Janet lifted up her hand to reveal the fresh new claws sticking out of her digits. "Hey, don't worry about about that, Jan: now we'll never have to buy another pick again!" Ricki, the bassist joked as she gazed at her own claws. "Janet's right. We'll have to wait until old Deadhead here wakes up and work that out. Should get started on recording an album; promote our new look and all that." Blaire then turned her attention to the humans still in the bus, staring at the dragonesses conversation. "What are you looking at?" The still human group quickly put on their clothes and ran outside. "What was that all about?" Bella, the drummer piped up. Blaire grinned, showing off her sharp fangs to her friends. "We're dragonesses now, right? We've got an image!" At this, the sound of laughing and clapping filled the air. "Splendid, my children, splendid!" The voice said as a fifth dragoness slowly made itself visible. Her neon yellow hair, golden scales and enormous bottom heavy shape made her a true specimum even amongst dragonesses. As she laughed, showing off a gap in her teeth, the dragoness pulled four business cards out of thin air and handed them to the dragonesses. " 'ERIS- Goddess of Chaos & Mischief; Sexy Thicc Dragoness; Former Flab Burger Employee.' What's this supposed to mean?" Blaire asked. "Turn it over." Eris replied with her usual insane grin. Blaire did so and read the back outloud. "Talent manager'. Of who?" "Of you girls! What do you say we go on tour?" Eris replied, a beret and sunglasses suddenly showing up on her head.
>The four newly formed dragonesses stared in disbelief at the unexpected arrival that had just happened. Not only did this mysterious new dragoness call herself a chaos goddes, she also claimed to possess powers far beyond that of anyone's imagination- whether they be human or dragoness. "Wait a minute..." Janet said, the pieces finally falling into place in her head. "You're the one that did this to us!" Eris sarcastically clapped at this and pull a graduation hat out of nowhere and placed it on the pink punk dragoness's head, only to throw it off a minute later. She then admired her handiwork for a moment: she had designed the dragoness's body shapes after her own and with a little unmentioned assistance from one of Ludmilla's potions she stole a few nights ago, the rest was easy. Aside from causing more chaos, she had to admit that she enjoyed their music which was reason enough for her to target them. "Why'd you do this to us?!" Blaire answered angrily, smoke billowing out of her nostrils as she snorted in anger; the steam rolling past the nose piercing that somehow remained on her snout. Eris simply reached into a pocket on her hip that was not there a mere 5 seconds ago and pulled out a large golden pocketwatch. "I'd love to stay and chat and do a little spanking but I've got chaos to attend to. Don't worry, I'll see you girls later today. Ta!" And with that, she vanished in a puff of white smoke, similar to the dry ice that the former human band used in their stage productions. When the smoke had cleared, there was no trace of her to be found, save a small cell phone. As Blaire picked it up, she noticed there was only one number on it: presumingly Eris's and decided it was best not to try calling it. She then stared longingly at her fellow bandmates. "Well, we usually have fun together after a show, and since we're done with our groupies for the night...I think it's about time we test drive each other. "
>The band was often fond blowing off steam by having fun with each other after their shows but never had they ever experienced anything like this before. As they all crowded in the now far too big for them bed, they enjoyed and partaked in each other like ways that they could have never imagined only half an hour ago...
>Ryan slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head up. He rubbed his head in pain as he sat slumped up in the makeshift couch his clients had made for him. His eyes blurry, he stumbled to see movement and laughter eminating from a bed nearby...finally, his eyes adjusted to the sight. He blinked at the four dragonesses having sex under the covers, not even noticing him. His mind momentarily broken by the sight, he turned around and walked out of the bus without saying a word, stopping only to pull a tall bottle of whisky out of the bus fridge. >Blaire was currently in heaven. Although she always loved being the defacto leader of the band, now she felt even more powerful in her new form. Her bandmates were currently cuddling with her in bed, as she Janet reached for her stack of cigarettes and her lighter before she stopped and stared at Blaire. "Say, Blaire..." she purred. "Can you do that little fire trick you pulled off on stage?" Blaire goggled at this and spat out a quick pillar of flame, which caused the cigarette to turn to ash. "Well...guess we get to save money on pyrotechnics too." Ricki cracked which led to a light arm-punch by Blaire out of response. Suddenly, the four were interrupted by a knock at the door and their groupies were all huddled outside. "May we come in?" Blaire broke out into a fanged grin at that. "Oh, you guys can do a lot more than by coming in..." As the other dragonesses crooked their fingers inviting the humans in their little sanctuary.
>The dragonesses were at it again, enjoying the pleasure of human company. This time, however, they were interrupted by another, much louder banging noise from the outside. Staring at each other for a few minutes, one of the groupies decided to throw on a bathrobe as quick as he could and answer the door. Standing on the other side was their manager, Ryan, who simply pressed a note in the groupie's hand and then walked to his own car. "Uhnnnn...what was that all about?" Blaire asked while being pleasured by two female groupies at the same time. >"Um...it just says 'I quit'. How are you going to work now?" The groupie asked. "We've got a backup. At least, I hope we do-augh, don't stop..." She said as she continued to enjoy the pleasuring. Finally, about 15 minutes later, the dragoness's libidos were tempered for now. After this, both the humans and the dragonesses all huddled around the cell phone, wondering whether or not to call the number. "Oh, screw this!" Janet cried out after a few tense seconds and dialed it. The phone started smoking, causing Janet to hurl it to the ground before a bright light eminated from it. Out of the light stepped Eris, wearing what appeared to be a military uniform, looking surprisingly confused and similutaniously annoyed at the recent development. "Honestly, it doesn't make any bloody sense! Here I am, trying to offer you the- oh, wait. It's you girls again." Eris quickly used her chaos magic to change out of her attire into her usual nudity and sat down on the floor. "So, how are you getting on? I see you naughty girls are getting on with your little apes...how quaint." Eris then pulled out a golden apple from her non-existant pocket and vanished the groupies for a moment, much to the shock of the band. "Wha? BRING THEM BACK!" Blaire demanded, smoke billowing out of her nostrils in anger. Eris merely laughed at this: "They're fine, dearies." Whether she was telling the truth or not, the other dragonesses couldn't say.
>Eris flashed her usual painted on expression of insanity as she magic-ed up some contracts for the four dragonesses, who had put on their punk t-shirts (which led them to wonder who manufactured them and whether or not they made other clothes as well), not wanting to be exposed in front of such a strange and simultaniously dangerous figure. "Here you go, dears. Standard industry thing: I get 20% of your profits, merchandise, your immortal souls and any concert benefits as well." The contracts were written in various languages none of the band could understand, including Arabic, Latin and what appeared to be just plain gibberish. Normally, they would have crumpled the papers up and threw it in their intruder's face but there was something about her that unnerved them all. She made a series of four golden pens appear out of thin air and handed them to her newest dragoness transformees who quickly signed the papers as best they could with their new digits. Eris flashed an even bigger grin than usual. "Well, that just about wraps it up. I'll get you a recording contract as soon as I get a studio!" She teased as she disappeared. As soon as she had left the tour bus, the groupies reappeared, none worse for the wear. "Where were you guys?" Blaire said, being concerned about someone else for what was the first time in her life. They all looked at each other for a few moments: "We really don't want to talk about it"; such a cryptic response causing the normally hardened girls to shiver. They all silently agreed it was best not to cross their new manager...whoever or whatever she really was.