A Curious Tail (story preview) (Patreon)

Don't have a name for this one, but what I do know is it'll include a whole lotta tail growth.

Jack rushed past a crowd of sluggish moving museum goers, rudely shoving some out of his way as he made it to the entrance of the exhibit hall. It was a momentous occasion for him, the exhibit he’d always dreamed of seeing as a kid finally arrived to his city. Only took them 20 years. All that mattered though was it was here now and he couldn’t dare waste a second, slowly inching about the many displays lining the museum halls.

He spent what felt like an eternity soaking in the sights of each artifact and the history of each display’s texts. Jack was a sucker for midievil era fantasy, and these relics of the past were the closest known in existence to making those fantasies feel like reality. The theme of the exhibit was Descendants of the First Dragons. It focused on an old race of warrior kingdoms and their inhabitants who were claimed to be carriers of Dragon’s blood, able to tap into the power of so called Dragon Veins to directly change the terrain they laid claim to, as well as harness incredible strength. The calling card to this legend were their pointed ears not seen in any other humans. Their helixes grew to unnatural sharp points and they  were notably larger than normal rounded ears, some extending four inches to several centimeters in height. Some stories even spoke of their people possessing large, dragon tails, but no bone evidence has confirmed such claims as of yet. Still, gazing over the mummified corpse of one of these people was enough to make Jack believe anything, gazing in awe at its honest-to-god pointed ears.

Jack diligently read the summary text on the dash in front of the mummy, squealing with glee as they reached a particular passage…

The Drakin believed that mummifying the bodies of the dead would keep their souls trapped within the husk, in hopes that in the future a method could be found for their revival. This was a service performed only on the elite within their society, for royalty in most cases. Such was the case here with their warrior Princess Corrin as scribed on her grave. They were believers in magical principles and may have planned a ritual as means to revive their fallen Princess. However, no method has ever been recorded by the Drakin, let alone any records of success.

“Fascinating,” Jack said, eyes wide with amusement. “Things sound so much more intriguing back then. I would’ve loved to live in an era of mysticism.”

As he tried to refrain from hopping in excitement, he suddenly caught sight of a display that he couldn’t help but leap towards. Outside of glass and propped on a tall mannequin stand was a lavish outfit labeled as belonging to the dead Princess he had just gawked. Approaching it, he took in every well polished glint and sharp turn. Despite being so old it looked to be in remarkable shape.

“I wonder why they’d leave such a valuable piece outside of a case?” Jack wondered.

He gently traced the splendor before him, finding it to be an outfit out of his wildest dreams. It was an outfit befitting a warrior and a Princess, equal care given to both practicality through its silver, armor-plated leotard dress, leggings and gauntlets, as well as elegance through the lacy, toeless leggings, full-armed blouse, svelte gloves, and stylish hairband all colored black. Gold trims adorned the armor’s design, most prominently around the armored skirt and lower spine of the back-plates hidden by a long, luxuriant blue cape. It even appeared to Jack like some additional plating hung down from the lower backside, as if it were meant to cover an appendage sticking out from above the butt.

“This has to be where their tails protruded. Heh, not that any of that was real. Probably intimidation tactics or something”

Jack’s curiosity was getting the better of him, slowly raising a hand out towards the tantalizing tail armor.

“Just imagine though… having a tail?” he mused, inching closer.

The moment one of his fingertips met the edge of the armor, he gave a loud yelp, feeling a sharp prick at it. Seeing blood drawn from his finger he immediately began to suck on it, looking around in embarrassment as a few folks eyed him. A particularly frantic individual came running towards him and he backed off, the person yelling for him not to touch. A few other staff quickly followed and they began to close a protective casing around the armor as fast as possible. It seemed that someone forgot to enclose the armor for the opening. Taking his chance, Jack dashed away to a nearby bathroom in hopes to avoid any further trouble.

Locking himself into a stall he let out a giddy chuckle. Despite the brief freight it was totally worth it, he got to touch a real piece of fantastical history! And all it cost him was a little--

“Huh? It’s gone?” he said, looking down at the finger that had been cut to find none remained.

As he stood perplexed, he felt a chill travel down his spine. Not over the mysterious disappearance of his cut. No, this was a precursor to something physical as following the chill came a numbness and the awkward sensation of his vertebrae jostling about, starting from the top. Once it reached his tailbone below, a nerve wracking shock exploded at the tip, causing him to double over screaming against the wall of his stall.

“Wha... what the fuck was thaHHHAAGH!”

Another intense burst followed. Then another. Each one focused on his tailbone, which seemed caught inside a heated encasement, throbbing after each new chill down his spine carried the next bombardment. After the 5th or so time, it began to felt as if the bone itself was tenting against his skin.

Jack gripped the top of the stall with both hands, bracing himself for each impact. It felt like someone was kicking him over and over in the lower back, focused on a hot pressure at the tip of his tailbone. It was uncomfortably stimulating in a way he couldn’t quite describe, not quite pain, not quite pleasure in a reasonable sense. It was simply overwhelming.

“Oh my--GOD! Oh my--FUCK! What is--HAAH! Wha--HOOH! OOOOH! AAAH!” Jack screamed out, the rhythm of the strikes picking up pace.

He began to feel a tugging sensation after each impact, yanking at the sensitive tip of his back like a leash. Each time it happened, chaotic sparks of stimuli quickly trickled up his spine and exploded within the synapse of his brain. It was mind rattling, sending him into a panicked stupor he couldn’t combat, drool trickling from his mouth, eyes twitching. More worrisome was that it felt like his tailbone had broke the skin and was growing longer, gaining some flexibility as it did.

Jack stumbled, crashing from wall to wall in the stall as the over-stimulation of his spine’s growth continued to throttle him. His growing appendage seemed in sync with his mental state, thrashing about in worry alongside him. It grew big enough that it was feeling cramped within his jeans, struggling to wag and instead folding against his butt as more length was spewed out. He could swear it was getting thicker too, comparable to a small, extra limb tossing about. As it rapidly filled the space in his pants they began to tug painfully tight at his waist.

“AAAAH! OOOH! SHIT! Get them--HAAAH! Got to--HOOOH! Get THEEEEM! OFFFF!” He cried out, still bouncing from wall to wall as he unbuttoned his jeans and wriggled himself out of them. It felt like sweet release both for him and his tailbone--which gave a happy kick as it grew once more.

Jack slammed against the nearest wall and moaned, the pleasure the most intense it had been yet. It was nothing but unrelenting pleasure now. There were two tents in his underwear, one his tailbone slipping through to his thighs, and the other his erect dick. Reaching down to feel his new appendage, Jack nearly came on the spot once he touched it, the whole thing feeling like an androgynous zone. He could tell it was coarse even beneath the underwear and that the underside was firm with leathery flesh. What he felt last before recoiling though shook him to his core. He felt plated scales rising from the top of it, shredding the material of his underwear as it did. There was no mistaking it, he had a fucking tail!

He stiffened up, along with his new tail, as yet another growth spurt hit. He could feel the pleasure building with each new centimeter added onto it, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as he hung to the top of the stall for dear life. The pristine, sharp scales emerging upon the limb helped cut itself free from the bothersome undergarments holding it back. Finally it was able to swing freely, 2 whole feet of tail whipping up and down as it experienced joy to the beat of Jack’s body, responding to the ripples of relieving bliss cascading throughout him.

“Aaagh! Fuck! Fuck! I’m! I-I’m c-c-cuuuh! CuuuOOOOH! Ooohhh, yes! Yes! Y-Yeah, yoooh! Nyoooh! Oooooh… Uhnn…”

Copious amounts of spunk launched from Jack’s cock, splattering against the wall of the stall and shamefully trickling down to the floor. He felt awful that he wanted it, but the build up had been far too oppressive to ignore letting it all go. Thankfully it appeared worth it, both he and his tail relaxing at last.

Jack plopped onto the toilet, panting heavily while his tail draped silently between his legs, showing only minor flicks at the tip. He had never came so hard in his life, and his entire body felt exhausted as if it had gone through a high intensity workout.

“I guess… growing a tail really takes it out of you.” Jack said. He then disconcertingly gazed at the mess he made of the stall. “In more ways than one. How can this be real? There’s no way!”