[b][u][center]The Dragon’s Unveiled Desires Part 3 For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “Mmph…nngh…” “Sorry that it’s uncomfortable, master,” Tibaka said. “It’s fi-iiiine!” Engy bit his lips as he felt the next slow separation, the feeling of his tail slowly breaking apart into his legs once more not at all painful, but so completely strange that it was hard to know how to take it. Everything just felt…off, for lack of a better word, and the halfway state of having a tail and the lower halves of his legs – completely non-functional until the rest of the split happened – was so goddamn weird. The second potion had been closer to a dragon than the first. At the very least, he’d been scaly rather than furred and feathered, which was a huge step forward. But the long tail, the lack of legs, and the half-hood that had come out while being a naga had clearly not been that of a dragon, and it was more than a little discouraging to come this far and still fall short. He grumped, flicking his hips slightly as he tried to move legs that weren’t ready for it yet. Shaking his head, he leaned back against the cushions that Tibaka had gathered for him, trying not to look too petulant. “Is something the matter, master?” the kobold asked. “No.” “Are you sure?” “…Ugh. I’m just…I’m trying, but…I feel like I’m letting you down.” “You? No, no, master, I’m the one letting you down,” the chieftain said. “I’m just not making the potion right yet.” “But –” “But nothing. Dragons don’t make mistakes.” “…I kinda think they have to.” “Not with kobolds. We make mistakes. You don’t.” “…” “Now, be happy. We’re going to figure this out. And then you can fuck me again.” “Mmmph.” “Come on, you liked it…Right?” “Oh, I did…I did…” He’d liked it a lot more than he expected, as a matter of fact. He blushed as he remembered how it felt to fuck the kobold over the cauldron, as the last of the ingredients called for had been the seed of another reptilian race. The idea of consuming it hadn’t been that bad – he had given blowjobs in the real world, once or twice – but the idea of fucking someone to milk it out of them had been…intriguing. Enticing, even. And the fact that Tibaka had been so willing… His cheeks burned all the hotter as the mental image of the smaller kobold filled his head, legs up, ass cheeks spread as they rutted. The heat of the fire under the cauldron wafting up under his balls, the feeling of the warmth tickling his sac and making him hornier and hornier, the smell of warm, manly musk getting stronger on the air: it was as good as anyone could have asked for, and better than some. Just thinking of it was enough to get his cock – mostly back to human shape, now, losing the pointed shape of a naga shaft – to twitch. He blushed, covering it with one hand, while Tibaka whined. “Come on. That’s so sexy.” “It’s embarrassing.” “But master, you’re going to be naked as a dragon…” “…” “Right?” “I, um, I hadn’t thought of that.” He hadn’t thought of a lot of things, as a matter of fact. What he’d look like as a dragon was just one of those, as well as how he’d wear anything with wings and a tail that size, and whether he’d still have a dick hanging out the way that he did now, or – “Mmmph!” He bit his lips as another shower of golden scales railed from his back, skin overtaking the scaly hide that he’d gotten, and the split in his tail went up a few more inches, leaving him nearly with his knees again. He groaned, curling and uncurling his toes as he huffed for breath. “Man, this is annoying…” “I’d speed it up if I could, master.” “It’s okay…it’s okay. Not your fault.” “I know, but…I want it to be good for you.” “I know. Thanks. Thanks for that.” It would have been a whole lot more awkward if it wasn’t for the fact that Tibaka and the other kobolds clearly wanted him to be happy here. Once the transformation had taken his legs, Tibaka had called other kobolds in, and they’d helped settle him to a pile of cushions. Some had come with platters of food, and others had looked wantingly at his groin, clearly making offers. He’d almost taken them up on it, but… Well, for all that the naga form had come with a different set of feelings and instincts – he’d wanted to wrap some of the kobolds up and just squeeze them tight while feeling them, fondling them, playing with them, for example – he still couldn’t quite bring himself to do such things. The body…the naga shape…it wasn’t quite [i]right[/i], sort of like his human body was feeling less and less right with each passing transformation. Another little rip, another loss of scales, and he just had six inches of thigh left to peel apart. He grumbled. “How did Morticia ever move when her legs were stuck like this…” “Who?” “…Nevermind. Just a, a reference.” “Okay, master.” Tibaka smiled. “So, um…do you think that you’ll…you’ll be happy here?” “…I hope so.” “Is there anything we can do?” Engy managed to keep the wince off his face, once again thankful for the massive Charisma score that he’d started himself with. The idea that he wouldn’t be happy here in the village seemed stupid. He had a bunch of scaly servants that would literally do anything that he asked, the chance to have as much sex as he wanted, and they clearly didn’t judge his kinks. Hell, they were flat-out indulging him with the TF, and when some of them noticed how much he got off on the feeling of transformation, they started asking Tibaka how they could do the same. It was a perfect place, without judgment, without pain, without anything. And yet, and yet, he still had that stupid, annoying fear that he’d either screw it up, or that he was missing something, or that they were lying to him. He hated anxiety. He hated it so fucking much. Shaking his head, he tentatively pressed his fingers against the stitched-together scales of his thighs, seeing if he could hurry the split up. The answer, it seemed, was no. “Nnngh.” “It’ll happen, master. It happened before, right?” “Yeah, yeah, I know. Just…I want to try again. I want to get it right.” “We’ll get it right. It’s just a matter of –” A sudden scream split the air, and Tibaka was on his feet instantly. Engy tried to follow, only to end up rolling off the cushions and landing face-first on the ground. He groaned, spitting out the dirt he’d almost swallowed, and pushed himself up. “What’s going on?” he grunted. “Adventurer attack,” Tibaka said. “Probably on the south side of the village.” “Help me up. I can –” “No, no, you can’t, master. You can’t even move.” “Nnngh…” This wasn’t right. He was supposed to be the master, right? That meant that he was responsible for the kobolds, for their wellbeing and their safety. The fact that he couldn’t even get to his feet because of the damn transformation meant that they were – A bird-like shriek cut through the air. As the kobolds came running from the south side of the village – and as he spotted an armored human through the village buildings – Engy looked up and saw Bello swooping down from the sky. The wings on his back flared out a scant twenty feet off the ground, slowing him down just before he landed. “He…he’s done this before?” Engy asked. “Oh yes. He’s a very good fighter.” That was made apparent. Even as the kobolds gathered around him at the village square, it was easy to watch the fight going on down the lane. The human and gryphon squared off, Bello wielding a longsword, the human attempting to use a greatsword. The two-handed weapon swung in from either side, only to be diverted each time. The clumsy motions were entirely trying to make use of the greater length of the blade, and he could see both the fury and the fear on the human’s face as he tried to push the gryphon back. Bello, on the other hand, was calm. Cool. Collected. He never moved more than a half-foot one way or another, always keeping the human in easy reach. His sword shifted left, right, collecting the thrusts and diverting them to his sides, or using the flat of the blade to just smash the swinging hunk of metal out of the way. [i]If he was a player…[/i] Engy could have seen Bello playing a combo class with those skills, a mix of duelist and defender. He was keeping a skill of standing his ground while also maintaining a flexibility that should have been impossible for that, and if there had been stats – and maybe there were, he still didn’t know with this word – but if there were, then he could imagine that the to-hit bonuses were climbing higher and higher with each deflected blow. And then, Bello struck. Just as the human thrust again, the gryphon stepped forward. He stomped on the blade, pinning it down, and stepped forward again, bare paw pressing down on the blade and making the human drop it from the sheer weight. The follow-up thrust buried the gryphon’s blade in the human’s neck, and the warrior fell. Engy expected blood. He expected screams. He got the latter, but not the former. As the human shouted in pain, he turned from pale flesh to bright light, only to implode. He disappeared completely, the light shooting to the skies. “What…what the…” “He’ll be back,” Bello said, sheathing his blade and shaking his head. “They always come back.” “You mean…they come back to life?” The gryphon nodded. [i]So, anything we do…it’s only temporary…[/i] And it meant that the world still operated on some semblance of the game logic. That meant that there was a spawn point for those that died in combat, or at least, for the humans that did. [i]That[/i] sent a shiver of fear down his spine, and he whipped his head back to Tibaka. “You. Do you…come back, if you die?” “…Kinda?” Tibaka admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “Humans and elves, they come back all the way. We…uh, we kinda…We forget a few things. Sometimes a couple of hours, sometimes a week.” But they came back. It sounded like it was the equivalent to someone that was being respawned from a save state, and that the system – or whatever it was here – just didn’t ‘save’ the monsters as often as they did the humans and other species. That meant that, even if he completely screwed up… No, no, that wasn’t a good way of looking at it, and he knew it. He didn’t want anyone to just [i]lose[/i] things like that. Just because they’d come back, just because they weren’t gone forever, didn’t mean that they’d be the same. Something key might happen, and that key event could be wiped from their memories, their experience, and they might never have it happen again. Engy shook his head. The situation here wasn’t good. It was better than it might have been, considering that it was better that they respawned, resurrected, whatever it was rather than staying dead, but it still wasn’t good. And it was damn unfair, too. “Master?” Engy blinked, dragging himself out of his own thoughts. Tibaka patted his side. “I need to take care of Bello’s payment. Are you okay on your own?” “Um…payment?” “The kobolds have little in the way of precious metals, so they pay with their bodies,” Bello said as he returned. “They are willing, and it is done without pain. I am not a cruel person to them.” There was a deep, hungry need to say no. Engy wanted to snarl and growl, to flex a tail that he didn’t have and pull Tibaka closer again. He wanted to reach out with his magic and shield the entire village from the touch of others, to say that it all belonged to him and nobody could threaten it or challenge him. He wanted to, but at the same time, he knew that he couldn’t. And more to the point, he didn’t have anything to pay Bello himself. Not yet, at least. And the gryphon had earned the right to have something for his trouble. He just wished that it wasn’t this. “I’ll be…okay.” “Master?” “Go. Just…don’t hurt him. And do something that he likes, too,” Engy said. “They always enjoy what I do.” He winced. He knew that wasn’t a rebuke – or at least, he was pretty sure it wasn’t – but he couldn’t help but feel it that way. When Tibaka took the gryphon by the hand and led him away, Engy didn’t know what he felt. Relief? Embarrassment? He was the master, but here he was, sharing those that belonged to him. It was a necessity for the moment, but it still sat wrong with him, like he was doing something that shouldn’t be needed, or that he was cheating. Or that he was being cheated. Or…or a hundred other things that he couldn’t sort out. He shook his head, only to hiss as the last of his scales fell out and his legs finished splitting. His balls, formerly internal with the naga shape, spilled back out, thumping against the earth beneath him, and he was finally able to bend his legs properly and get back to his feet. It was hard to catch his balance for a moment, so used to the tail he’d had an hour ago, but it came back to him pretty quickly. He half-expected to see a quest assignment to get more potion ingredients pop up, and he got it. This time, however, he waved it to the side. “I got this…I got this.” For all that he had been gathering them blindly, he remembered enough about the game to know how this worked. If this world operated enough by the game logic that it had respawns and skills that corresponded with the buffs and techniques of the game, and quests…then he should be able to figure this out. Engy took a deep breath, forcing himself to think of one of the ingredients that he’d gathered for the naga potion. He brought it to mind, forcing himself to think of the river-root that he’d pulled from the water. Each leaf, each little fragment of root, everything that he could remember of it, was dragged through his imagination in lurid detail – [i]Got it.[/i] Even as he imagined it, he could feel the knowledge of what it did pouring through his mind. Every stat boost, every stat debuff, every effect that the plant gave in a potion, was his to know. He ran through the other ingredients that he gathered and quickly realized that he needed some parchment. He called out to one of the kobolds almost instinctively, and they ran off to get him some. When they returned with ink and quill – salvaged off an adventurer, he imagined – he expected them to leave. Instead, they settled around him, one rubbing his feet, the other climbing cushions to get behind him to rub his shoulders. “What are you doing, master?” the one at his shoulders asked. “Um…just…making a list.” “About what, master?” the one at his feet asked. “I…um…mmmph…” He groaned as he felt their talented scaly fingers digging into his skin. “Just…for fixing me.” “You don’t have to be fixed,” they both said. “Okay, okay. How about ‘upgrade’ myself?” They nodded, going back to massaging him as they accepted that. It was weird to think of it that way, that he was just upgrading himself rather than fixing a problem, but it wasn’t bad. Wasn’t nice yet, but wasn’t bad. Shaking his head, he started writing out all the different effects that popped through his mind. He wished that he could just keep it in-head, but he supposed that was where Wisdom as a dump-stat came in. A small thought of being overcome with a spell of lust hit him, and he bit his lips again as he fought the embarrassed thrill of arousal that came with it. The idea of becoming so cock-and-ball brained that he couldn’t think of anything else – “Nnngh…” “Master? Do you need us to –” “No, no, I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.” The last thing that he needed right then was for them to start sucking him off, or playing with his balls. If they did that, he wouldn’t be able to focus at all. The massage was good enough, for now, and he gestured for them to just keep doing that. And they seemed all too happy to keep up with it. For all that he wasn’t physically a dragon, they still seemed to love him. It still felt like cheating, but he made himself relax and just go with it. They were willing, and that was all that mattered right then. He focused on the parchment, instead, just drawing out the ingredients and their effects one by one. As soon as he had a full list, he started cross-referencing what each one did, seeing how he had gotten gryphon from one, how he had gotten naga from the other, and what he could do to make something better. [i]I just…need to do it right…[/i] And more than that, he needed to do it for himself. He needed to prove that, on some level, he deserved this, and that it wasn’t just being given to him. It didn’t take long. Soon, he had a list of what he needed, and he grinned. He didn’t even feel bad about telling the kobold behind him, rubbing his shoulders, that he’d need some more kobold cum later. That was enough to make a kobold blush. Apparently, the honor was so much that he just couldn’t handle it. That kept Engy giggling like a gremlin for at least an hour. # The potion was easy enough to make. Sure, he’d made a few false starts, but he was sure that – if there was a leveling system – he had probably boosted his alchemy skills by a good few points, at the very least. Engy looked at the goo that was left at the bottom of the cauldron. While the first potion had been syrupy, and the second one had been thin and watery, this one looked like the consistency of a good stew. It was a deep gold – not yellow, but gold – and there were leaves floating on it like herbs. He just hoped that it tasted good this time. The naga potion had tasted dreadful. He dipped one of the wooden mugs that the kobolds used into the cauldron, pulling out enough for the job. Blowing over it to cool it off, he swished it around, feeling a sudden attack of fear and anxiety. What if he got it wrong? What if he wasn’t good enough? Maybe he should wait. Maybe he shouldn’t try. But all it took was that memory of Tibaka walking off to pay Bello for the gryphon’s protection for him to grip the mug tighter. He was supposed to be the responsible one. He was supposed to take care of them. They were [i]his[/i]. He wanted the gryphon to stay around, wanted the extra help, but goddammit, it would be on his terms when he was at his strongest, not out of desperation. He reminded himself that he’d stripped the slow-shift ingredients from this potion, so it would happen much faster than before. If it worked, he’d be a dragon in minutes rather than hours. He’d also transform back within an hour, but that was the point: figure out if it worked, and then work on the permanency. [i]Drink it.[/i] Engy threw his head back and chugged the brew, swallowing it as fast as he could. Some little trickles went down the sides of his mouth, running along his lips for a moment, but the majority went right down his throat. He tossed the mug to the side, stepping back – “MMMPH!” And it hit him instantly. He had to lean against the nearest hut, huffing as he hugged his stomach from the fire that had all but exploded down there. It wasn’t painful, but it [i]was[/i] hot, spreading heat through his veins. He started popping sweat from head to toe, shimmering in the dying light of the day, and he gritted his teeth as he leaned his back against the wall. The smell of a warm body was getting thicker and hotter around him, his own scent coming around to smack him in the face, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “Ah…ah…” The kobolds were showing up, watching as he struggled to stay on his feet. His cock twitched, his nudity leaving him completely exposed to them as he had left the loincloth back at the fire. “Mmmph…ah…ah…” He moaned, his cock rising slowly, that one-foot, two-inch length slowly piling on the inches as it got harder and harder. His toes curled into the dirt as he huffed and puffed, his eyes closing tightly from the intense sensation running through his limbs. Already, he could feel it. It was working. It was fucking working. The tenseness of his skin, pulling tight and hard against his body, told him that this was definitely going to be a scaly transformation. He looked down his arms, seeing a hint of yellow pushing up from beneath his skin. Not like it was ripping, but like it was slowly replacing it from below. As his arms shifted in color, they grew, thickening, bulging out, and – Crick. Crack. Crick. Crack. “Oh, fuck…fuck…” His spine popped as he grew, feeling the back of his head grinding against the building behind him. The kobolds oohed and ahhed at him, staring as he started to loom higher and higher over them. Six feet, six-foot-two, six-foot-four, stopping at six-foot-six for now, and he panted as he felt the sheer power of that height, the confidence that came with it. Everything felt so small around him. And he felt…so strong. The growth of muscle and scale was far faster than the last two potions, spreading across him and bulking him out with a sense of near-invulnerability at the same time. Every time that something got a little bigger, a little thicker, the smile on his face grew a little, too. Soon, he had all his teeth showing, and he could feel the pressure behind his lips and nose, just like he had felt for the naga’s snout as it started coming in. “Come on…come on…give it to me…” Engy growled. “Give me…give me that…that dragon body…” He couldn’t believe that he was saying that out loud. All the other times he’d imagined this, all the other times that he’d fantasized about becoming something, it had always been by shock, by surprise, almost against his will. This time, he was pursuing it, and he realized that he not only wanted it, he [i]needed[/i] it. “Give it to me…make me – NNNNGH!” He arched his back as the first growth of wings and tail hit him, his back cracking at the top of his spine as the clawed tips of his wings started pushing out from beneath his skin. His tail, likewise, popped out of the scales growing just over his ass, sliding out, down, over his ass cheeks. As he swayed from foot to foot, he felt the weight of his sac, his cock. His erection bobbed up and down, and the kobolds were running forward now, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him. As the yellow scales spread along his groin, running out from his stomach – his stomach a bit flatter, but still with a hint of chub, a muscle gut with more muscle than gut – and making his dick look more dragon-like, he saw the m stare with devotion. They wanted it. They drooled over it. One enterprising kobold leaned in, dragging his nose along Engy’s balls as the scales covered them. Engy arched his back, thrusting his cock forward – Swell. Throb. Churn. As a six-foot-tall human, he’d given himself an erection of a foot and a half, of eighteen inches. Now, growing, assuming a dragon form, he was getting something even bigger. He stared as his cock swelled, growing out by another inch…and another…and another. It was a fleshy scepter over the kobolds, who knelt before him with wagging nub-tails, their big eyes looking even bigger in adoration, their jaws either dropped or turned up in the biggest, most gleeful of grins. He gripped the base of his cock with a shaking hand, giving it a tight squeeze as it reached a total of twenty-two inches, nearly two feet long. Could it get bigger? Maybe, but – “Mmmph…mmmph!” He thrust forward, his balls swinging along with him as he felt them swell, too, his scaled sac a golden yellow, his cock a lighter shade – Thump. The kobold that had been nuzzling against his cantaloupe-sized balls was all but knocked head over heels, hitting the ground as the balls swung back. Engy’s sac had swelled, pulling tight, the orbs looking so over-full. They hung more than halfway to his knees, heavy enough that he could feel them pulling on him, but second by second, that weight was shifting, his new dragon muscles taking care of that. “Ah…ah…” Everything was getting bigger and better. His wings spread out enough that he had to step away from the building. His tail was half grown in, sweeping down the backs of his legs. His arms and shoulders were thick and broad, more than enough to shove through any line of football players back in the real world, and his face was slowly stretching, a snout growing in as a pair of horns started pushing out of the back of his head. The sensation of so many changes at once had him not only hard as a rock, but dripping like mad, too. “Mmmph…ah…Fuck…fuck…” He couldn’t resist. He grabbed his cock as his scales finally reached his extremities. His feet grew, becoming bigger, longer, wider to handle his increased girth and height, and he felt himself sinking into the earth from the sheer size that he now carried around. Not just a big dick, but being a big fucking dragon, big enough to dominate anyone, anything, and intimidating enough to send anyone sane running for the hills. Big. Strong. Powerful. And fucking [i]horny.[/i] “Nnngh…fuck…fuck…fuck…” “Serve the master!” Whichever kobold said it, all the others surged forward. They dropped to their knees, climbing over each other to shove their tongues against his balls, against his cock. Two pulled at his enlarged shaft, dragging the near-two-foot cock down so that they could tongue across the tip, almost kissing each other as they worshiped him. “Mmmph…yes…come on…worship me…worship my…balls…” He couldn’t believe that he was saying something like that, but the kobolds did what they were told. They went right for his sac and started kissing it, licking it, sniffing it. It must have been musky as could be, but they didn’t care. They did what they were told to do by their master. By him. By the dragon. His head was spinning, his hands going back to support him against whatever he could find. His hips twitched as the transformation went through him, finishing off the growth of his wings and tail, adding some heft to his ass – oh, it jiggled, he could feel that – and he knew that he wasn’t done. He was still growing, still getting bigger. More powerful. More dragon. More sexy. “Mmmph…nnngh…” His cock added another, inch, going from twenty-two to twenty-three, and then finally to a full twenty-four inches. Two feet long. That cock would have fit a horse from his world, and it was his. All his. All his to use. On them. His head spinning, it was all too easy to look down at the kobolds and see them as his people, his tribe, his toys and his friends and his – [i]Responsibilities.[/i] Human and dragon agreed on that. The kobolds served, but they served because he would take care of them. And Engy would do just that. On instinct, not even thinking about it, the new yellow dragon seized his magic. As the kobolds sucked his cock, as they worked his balls, he pulled at the world around him. Greater power than he even realized could be tapped came to him, and he threw his arms in the air. Stone rose from the earth, great stone walls surrounding the village as a protective barrier. His need to hold them safe, to keep them with him, to know that nobody could hurt them, demanded walls beyond mere sticks, minor barricades. They needed a cliff to look down on any invaders, and – And… And… And he was suddenly very, very, [i]very[/i] tired. The loopy dragon wobbled one way, then the other, before falling flat on his back, dick still standing straight up. Unconsciousness seized him, and his last clearheaded thought was: [i]So THAT’S what happens when I run out of mana.[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Engy goes through another transformation, and this time, ends up creating one hell of a whammy for himself. Tags: M/solo, M/M, Dragon, Kobold, Naga, Gryphon, Human, Transformation, Self-Indulgent, Growth, Big Dick, Big Balls, Cock Growth, Ball Growth, Servants, Responsibility, Fight, Series, Splurge, Pre-Cum, Oral, Worship, Arousal, Mental Changes,