Fixing The Plot (Daenerys Targaryen TG/TF)
Andrew was one of the many fans who was frustrated with how the eighth and final season of Game of Thrones had ended.
Even to this day, he still couldn't believe the train wreck the was that final season, spanning from the underwhelming victory against the White Walkers in Winterfell to the downright dumbification of most - if not all - of the main and side characters in the story. But if there was one thing that disillusioned him the most about the final season of Game of Thrones, it was what the writers had done to Daenerys Targaryen herself.
He knew very well that it was the writer's fault for what happened to Valyrian princess in the final episodes of the show, but a part of him was vehemently convinced that if Daenerys Targaryen had ever known what the writers were planning to do with her character arc, she would have never allowed that to happen. All of those years of struggle and hardship she had to endure in Essos, only for all of that to be thrown away once she crossed the Narrow Sea was something he thought that she would never accept.
If only she were a real character and not a fictional one, if only she were of flesh and bone and not a mere character on the screen, she would have taken the reins of her own story and become what she was meant to be: the rightful queen on the Iron Thron-
And then, Andrew suddenly found himself standing in the middle of what seemed to be an endless field of rock, ashes, and scorching smoke.
Before he could even react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain crossing the entirety of his spine, forcing him to fall to the ground on all fours just as he arched his back as much as he humanly could. And just as his mind was too preoccupied with what was happening to me, he failed to notice how his skin began to grow softer and more pristine and how his hands became smaller and more delicate in nature.
At the same time, his face started to morph, turning ever more effeminate and angular until it was replaced with that of a beautiful woman, sporting a majestic visage that not only commanded desire and love, but more importantly, respect and veneration.
Despite all of these changes, it wasn't until thick strands of luscious, white hair began to fall across his shoulders that Andrew realized that something was happening to him. He began to feverishly handle his newly long hair with the help of his now-feminine hands just as he tried to make sense of his situation when suddenly, he was awed by the unbelievable sight of his everyday clothes transforming into a beautiful white robe made of transluscent silk that barely hid his changing body underneath and that was held together only by a few strings and two silver rings, each one tightly wrapped around his arms.
And to his own dismay - and increasingly growing pleasure - that wasn't the end of it.
Andrew then saw without any way of stopping it just how his burning chest began to pulsate, growing larger and fuller after each pulse until his masculine chest had completely transformed into a full pair of delicate breasts that now fully occupied the frontal section of his gown.
Seeing the two firm breasts that were now firmly attached to his chest was simply too much for him to bear, for he suddenly grabbed them with his two hands and began to passionately fondle them, feeling just how erect his nipples were under his regal dress.
That, of course, wasn't the only thing erect in him, for his large, aching manhood was now straining against his robes, indicating that he was about to climax at any moment.
And just like that, a loud, effeminate moan left his gorgeous lips as he finally came, utterly unaware that not only did his hips had grown wide and motherly right at this very moment, but also that this was going to be the last male orgasm he would ever have. With his mind hopelessly inundated in carnal pleasure, he didn't notice how his erect manhood slowly began to retreat into his body, growing smaller and smaller until it was completely replaced by a moist, fertile womb that was ready to rear an heir when the right time came.
Loud breaths of exhaustaion now escaped Andrew as he was now finally able to catch a detailed glimpse of his new body. He was now a gorgeous woman, with platinum-white hair flawlessly falling down his shoulders and over his breasts, and with a delicate figure under his translucent gown that yet commanded fear and respect from those around her.
Most shockingly, the scorching heat surrounding him didn't hurt him or discomfort him.
It was in fact soothing and pleasant to his porcelain skin.
Almost as if he had the blood of Old Valyria like Daenerys Targaryen hersel-
And then, his eyes turned a bright purple.
In a flash, a sea of new memories flooded his mind and began to replace his former ones. Memories of his brother Viserys, his time with the Dothraki and Khal Drogo, his journey throughout all of Essos, and finally, his preparations for the awaited invasion of Westeros in order to fight for his claim to the Iron Throne.
The memory of Andrew merely became a vestige in his mind, for she was now Daenerys Targaryen.
The First of Her Name.
The Unburnt.
Queen of Meereen.
Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men.
Khalisee of the Great Grass Sea.
Breaker of Chains.
And Mother of Dragons!
She was none other than Daenerys Targaryen, rightful ruler of the Iron Throne and ready to tell her own story without the unwanted intervention of any writers!
She was about to stand up on her feet when suddenly, an enormous dragon appeared from the skies and landed right next to her, causing the ground to tremble and shake by virtue of its weight. But instead of growing terrified by the sudden appearance of the fire-breathing creature, she only grew tender and soft, just as a mother turns when she is with her children.
"Don't worry, my Drogon. This time, I will not fail..." she reassured her dragon in Old Valyriam as she softly petted its scaly snout. "In a few days, I will cross the Narrow Sea, I will defeat my enemies beyond the Wall and in King's Landing, I will become queen on the Iron Throne, and most importantly, I will bring a new age of peace and prosperity to my new kingdom..."
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