Pleasing Master
Jat peered around the corner. Even in the dark, the kobold's golden eyes reflected the riches he gazed upon, but this was not what he focused on. Rather, he stared fearfully at the great red dragon that lay sleeping atop the pile of treasure. He trembled and retreated back to his hiding place when it snorted in its slumber, a puff of smoke slipping out of its nostrils. He waited, holding a diminutive clawed hand on his chest and felt his rapidly beating heart. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would have to be strong, as before. Strong for the Mistress.
When Jat heard no further movement from the dragon, he glanced around the corner once more. He knew the dragon was truly asleep for this was not the first time he had come upon it at this time, nor would it be his last, he promised himself--for the Mistress.
The kobold rubbed his hands together and stepped out into the open. He crept towards the dragon and its hoard. His talons clicked nearly silently on the stone ground. Like the rest of his kin, Jat was adept in the art of stealth and concealment. Unlike the others, he utilized for more than hiding and cowardice. He used it in the face of fear and in the service of the Mistress.
He nervously glanced between the hoard and dragon while he neared both. The riches had been rearranged since he had been here last night. Among them he searched. He almost squealed in excitement when caught sight of a bejeweled chalice, a favorite of the Mistress. He had not taken it before because it had always lain close to the dragon, usually beneath it if not in its claws. Now it was situated at the left edge of the hoard, where Jat could take it without risking contact with the dragon.
He scurried towards the chalice, careful to retain his stealth despite his enthusiasm. He could make no mistakes here. He had to retrieve, but he also had to survive. If he died, whom else would the Mistress have? The others had forsaken her.
Jat halted upon reaching the fringe of the hoard. Now that the chalice lay in front of him, he bent down and reached for it. His arm was a little too short so he had to lean a little forward. He nearly lost his balance when his claws wrapped around the upper part of the chalice. Only a bit of quick shift in stance returned him to equilibrium and prevented him from falling face forward into the hoard. He slowly brought the chalice towards him. When he could, he held it in both arms and hugged it to his chest. The Mistress would be so pleased to see it!
The kobold glanced down at the pouch at his side. He considered stowing it in there, but he realized it might clang against his body while he snuck back. Instead, he clutched it in one hand. Then he turned around and looked towards the dragon and to an open, baleful golden eye.
Jat immediately lowered his gaze and froze. A low rumble emitted from deep within the dragon's throat. It took a few seconds for the kobold to realize that the dragon was chuckling, laughing at him. He shivered. The snicker held no trace of mirth.
"How long?" the dragon asked, coolly and calmly.
The kobold did not answer for he lacked the courage to do so.
"How long have you thought you have been fooling me?" the dragon continued. "Until this very moment?"
The dragon chuckled again as it opened its other eyes. It lazily lifted its head and glared down at the kobold.
"It must be, otherwise you wouldn't be surprised. I've known...yes, I've watched you skulk in here every night since I occupied this lair. It was quite a surprise to me at first. The rest of your pathetic kin fell into line as soon as I displaced their last god, their 'mistress.'"
Jat stiffened.
"That's why you've come? For some leftover loyalty to her? That's why you've taken my spoils?"
The kobold almost looked up to the dragon but he could not summon the courage.
"Tell me, kobold. Why did you not accept me as your master, your god? Divinity is divinity, dragons are dragons."
Still Jat did not answer.
"TELL ME!"
Spurned on by fear, Jat did as the dragon commanded.
"For..." Jat said weakly. "For Mistress."
"For her?" "Yee," Jat nodded, his courage strengthening with each word. "She will...will be back. Mistress will be pleased."
"Ha!" the dragon guffawed. "Your mistress is dead. She would not submit. Stubborn, like you. Dead, unlike you."
"Dead?" Jat squeaked.
"I tore her to SHREDS!" the dragon roared, causing Jat to cower back. "A shame. All she had to do was recognize my claim on _my_domain. She did not, unfortunately."
The dragon brought a foreclaw to his chin and scratched it thoughtfully. Jat tightened his grip on the chalice unconsciously. He looked down at it, having forgotten he was holding it.
"Now what to do with you? I could kill you, but that would grant me no pleasure. Like snuffing out a fly. No..." The dragon's nostrils smoked as he mused. "Pleasure is not something I have had in a while...I have been lonely. I wonder if--" The dragon's eyes gleamed with lust. "Yes. Death would be a waste."
The dragon suddenly lunged forward and caught the kobold in one in its right foreclaw. The chalice fell to the ground with a dull _clang_as it fell from the kobold's hands.
"Mistress," the dragon rumbled. "I could use a mistress myself."
The dragon ponderously got to its feet, shaking out coins from its wings. It brought Jat close until the kobold was held before the dragon's maw. From there the dragon opens its mouth and extended its tongue. Jat squirmed uncomfortably in the dragon's grip as its tongue ran over its body. The rough tongue pulled at his scales while the thick saliva kept them together as it readily adhered to his body. The dragon lapped every part of the kobold's form before dropping him.
The unprepared Jat plummeted towards the horde. The coins and valuables beneath did not make for a good cushion, stealing his breath away when he fell upon them. Once he regained his breath, he looked up to the red dragon. Its eyes glowed blue and it clenched one foreclaw while pointing at Jat with the other. The dragon hissed what to Jat sounded similar to Draconic but just wasn't.
While the dragon continued to chant, Jat's body suddenly tingled with a nearly electric energy. As he got to his feet, his legs were unsteady and he only barely kept his balance. He glanced down at the malfunctioning limbs, his eyes widening when he saw that they lengthened and enlarged. He didn't even feel anything!
Soon enough the kobold was grossly out of proportion, his legs too long for such small arms and chest. This "error" was somewhat corrected when the rest of his unaltered body followed his legs' example. His arms grew longer, his chest broader and wider, and his cranium shifted to match the rest of his body's larger proportions. His head changed in other ways as it pushed out into a longer, more refined muzzle. Twin horns sprouted on either side of his skull and extended into thick protrusions that curled downwards.
He looked at his form again. His clothes now lay at his feet in shreds, but it seemed so worth it. Why, he was nearly as tall and large as that paladin the Mistress had scared off months ago, not just some scrappy kobold! Something still seemed off, however.
Jat glanced over his shoulder to his rear. At that moment, his tail was the same size as it had been before. As he watched, it too grew longer like the rest of his limbs but also thicker as well. What sort of punishment was this? He had expected to die, not grow greater.
Abruptly the strange tingling feeling spread over Jat's body again. His gaze shot to his crotch for the odd sensation was most concentrated there. He gazed at his exposed cloaca. As he wondered if his member had grown with the rest of his body, he lost the opportunity to ever find out. Before his very eyes, his cloaca sealed shut. He shuddered while changes unseen and unknown occurred internally, while more visible yet unnoticed alterations including the widening of hips and slenderizing of limbs happened simultaneously and then it opened into a wholly different female and fertile configuration. _She_perplexedly gazed down at her womanhood before a pain in her rear brought her gaze and attention to it.
Her rear had totally changed. She now had a proper pair of humanoid buttocks and her tail had moved up to compensate. She squeezed one of the cheeks, noticing how soft the scales seemed in comparison to the rest of her body.
She gasped when the electric sensation moved to her upper chest. She watched as two areola appeared some distance apart atop scales and then the flesh surged forward and filled out until she possessed two breasts. The confused kobold cupped the sensitive flesh in her clawed hands. She had seen them on female adventurers before, but had never been able to properly discern their true purpose. Perhaps she would soon enough.
By this time the kobold was dry, the saliva having been totally consumed in the fueling of the changes. It was also at this time that she remembered the dragon. She looked to where he had been, but the dragon was gone. She scratched her head and glanced left, then right, yet could find no trace of him. Where had--
Jat nearly jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and found herself face to face with a slender and handsome elf that wore robes of crimson. As novel as it was to be able to stare something other than a kobold in the eyes for once, she didn't really want to stare into his eyes. Though the eyes had the regular almond shape attributed to elves, their golden coloration and malevolent stare revealed the true form of the creature beneath.
Jat sobbed and took a step back.
"You know," the elf said. "What am I?"
"D-dra--" Jat stuttered in a high pitched voice less rough than before. "Dragon." "Hmph," the elf grunted, stepping towards the kobold. "Something more. What am I?"
Jat shook her head. She didn't know. The elf smiled thinly and neared her. She retreated, this time tripped on the hilt of a sword buried in the hoard. She fell onto her padded fear and whimpered.
"Something greater. You know."
Jat looked up at the elf. He folded his arms across his chest and stood impassively. Did she really know? She was so confused. She wasn't sure who the elf was or why she had a moistness between her legs that she hadn't possessed before or the...the breasts? The word came unbidden to her mind, and so did other thoughts not entirely her own. Like her body before, her mind was being reshaped.
The form of the elf before her suddenly shimmered and then the dragon was back. She raised her hands before her face and when she lowered them the dragon was gone and the elf was there again, standing in the same position as before.
"What am I?"
A sudden connection rose within Jat's awakening brain. Like the dragon, the Mistress had not kept to one form either. No, she had often lured adventurers into her lair in human guise, to their death. The elf...the dragon before her was doing something similar for her. Similar, but different, sort of like the dragon's title.
"What am I?" the elf asked again and this time the kobold knew the answer.
"Master," she breathed.
"Yes," the elf said in a near hiss. "And you?"
"Mistress," Jat giggled.
"Any others?"
Jat shook her head. None that she knew of, at least.
"Good," the elf said with a smile.
He advanced on Jat and this time she did not back away. Why would she? He was so handsome and he was Master. Plus, there was an ache in her pussy that needed fulfilling and she knew he was all too willing to relieve it.
The elf got to his knees so that he was on Jat's level. He snapped his fingers and his robes dissolved in flames, leaving him nude and unharmed. His hairless and lean chest was covered with a light dusting of red scales.
"Not my favorite form," the elf said. "But the one I am accustomed to for now. True I could have fitted you to something more...compatible for my true self, but that would just be a waste. Aren't you happy like this?"
Jat nodded, though she was much more focused on sight of the elf's ever hardening member. She spread her legs when he moved over to her in preparation for what was to come.
"That's what I thought," he said. "That's what I made you think. Your mind, so malleable."
Jat didn't even hear this. She drooled and she fondled a breast with a clawed hand as she waited for him to begin their coupling. Still, he paused a moment longer.
"I've torn apart alliances in this form. It could even be said I've destroyed kingdoms in masquerade. Let's see how you stand."
With this he thrust into the ready Jat. She squealed, unprepared for the pleasure his entrance brought. Despite their humanoid forms, the two rutted like animals atop the hoard. It was not tender or loving, yet it was nonetheless satisfying for both. Jat wasn't even sure what she was supposed to do, but she took it like she wanted to, like she was _meant_to. Their quick lovemaking provided quick results and soon enough they were brought to simultaneous orgasm. The elf came within Jat's eager pussy, filling her womb and nearly ensuring the emergence of new life within the coming months.
Their coupling complete, the elf pulled out of Jat's slick sex and shakily got to his feet, his red robes materializing on his body with another snap of his fingers. He stood over and looked down at the kobold, who lay in a blissful daze atop a mountain of wealth.
"Mercy I granted you," the elf said. "Mercy you did not deserve. You stole my wealth for one dead and now bear the greatest treasure you ever could."
Jat sat up and looked down at her sex. Though recently filled, she still felt lust. She whined and looked up at the elf. He shook his head and laughed.
"Oh no," he said. "That's enough for now. Entertain yourself. If you don't recall, I was sleeping when you disturbed me. I need my rest. Quite a tryst."
The elf walked towards the other side of the hoard. Once he was a few steps away from Jat, his form wavered and then he was the dragon again. He curled up like some great cat and promptly fell asleep.
Jat looked towards the sleeping dragon. She considered her options and realized she only really had one. She crawled towards the dragon and rested her back on his side. It was not long before she too was asleep.
In the dark, the dragon opened one golden eye and smiled.