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"Don't let her get the upper hand!"

"You're not trying hard enough! Tackle her! TACKLE HER!"

Savage yelling carried easily, like carefree breeze through an empty desert, across the low, smooth valley of a battlefield. It was set in a forest, cast between two tall, sky-piercing mountains, and on all sides, the trees were thick to the point that they created a shield for those who might be unfortunate to wander by an errant battle.

"Don't you dare to let her take you down! She's a weakling compared to you!"

Typically, the battlefield was a place of honor; grudges were settled there, person to person, rather than bringing an entire city or country into the matter. If dignity were to be defended, there was no better place, and legends were born and killed in the very same ring, giving the area a feeling of a truly hallowed ground.

That day, it was being defiled, at the behest of a pair of arrogant wizards. "He's wrong! You can defeat her...she's exhausted! Finish her off, already!"

They had no proper quarrel with each other, and it was the kind of thing that most men of honor would fight each other over, but wizards had a reputation around the world for being dirty, shiftless and cowardly, often refusing to set foot on the battlefield, unless there were great riches and fame to be had when all was said and done.

In this moment, there wasn't fame, money or anything of real worth; there was merely a pair of female kobolds locking paws with each other, gritting their fangs and pouring their hearts out on the battlefield, exhausting themselves and struggling against each other in a battle that they couldn't imagine the importance of, or perhaps, the lack thereof.

"You're embarrassing me, now!" one of the wizards called out, as he brushed his red and yellow scarf aside from his neck in frustration. "If you lose this match, I'll completely disown you! I don't need help from a pathetic failure!"

His cruelty was only matched by the ferocity with which the creature fought for him. She was only permitted to wear the smallest quantity of clothing, and the weak, tattered cloth that covered her breasts and allowed her to have an illusion of modesty was torn entirely only seconds later. Her skirt, if it could be called that, had been torn away earlier in the tussle, and her opponent, sadly enough, wasn't granted the right to wear clothes at all.

It was gladiatorial in nature: purely for the entertainment of the cowardly wizards, who watched with bated breath and nervous anticipation of who would come out on top in the meaningless conflict.

They were easy enough to tell apart, conveniently enough for the magic-wielders who refused to get any closer. One was clad entirely in bright, captivating blue scales that made her look as though she were a living sapphire, and the other was a more typical, reptilian green, with a slightly darker shade upon her underbelly. Their bodies were fully nude and exposed to the elements as they fought with each other, but the sensuality of the moment was lost on them entirely...they cared only about the outcome of the battle, even if the wizards were more concerned with how entertaining the barbaric dance was to watch.

Breasts smashed against each other and nipples carelessly grazed against one another. Hips pounded against one another as if the pair were actually nothing more than a pair of impassioned, desperate lovers. Sweat was beginning to pour over their bodies and mingle into the dirt beneath their footpaws as they drew out the struggle for as long as they could, throwing punches and sweeping each others legs out with their tails, all to try and grab a victory that they wouldn't be able to properly appreciate.

As minutes passed and panting, shaky bodies found it a struggle to stand upright, the sapphire kobold finally took the edge in the battle and gripped the green kobold by the neck. Her grip was weak, but the quick lack of oxygen was the final advantage that she needed to pin her viridian opponent to the ground and squat down upon her hips, making sure that she wouldn't be able squirm her way out of the trap.

It was a definitive pin, and one that would bring the battle officially to a close, much to the frustration of one wizard, and to the delight of another.

"Well, that was the outcome I expected all along...I never had any doubt!" cheered the opposite wizard, wearing a scarf of blue and white. His words were a lie, as he was filled with doubt the entire time, seeing just how evenly matched the two kobolds were, but the weight had been lifted from his chest at the thought of a satisfying victory. "Perhaps it's best that we humiliate this loser and make sure that she learns her place at the bottom of the food chain!"

Grunting quietly and still panting in her own exhaustion, the sapphire kobold turned back and looked to her master with pleading, tired eyes. To humiliate one of her own kind wasn't anything beyond her abilities, but it felt entirely needless and rude, especially in the heat of the moment. She could still see the full breasts of her opponent wobbling and bouncing as her chest heaved, and her body squirmed and wiggled as she tried, entirely in vain, to escape from her pinned position.

"Oh, I'm sure that she'll enjoy it quite a bit...and I imagine that you will, too, if you just give it a chance!"

Puddles of sweat dotted the dirt of the battlefield, and more of the same, salty liquid poured over the arms of the sapphire kobold as she gazed down over her helpless opponent. There was a genuine remorse in her heart for having been so rough with someone who she knew she could defeat, and as unsure as she was about the idea, there was just a small seed beginning to blossom in the back of her mind, one that told her she could possibly make up for what she'd done.

"Well...we're waiting!" the wizard said, crossing his arms impatiently and tapping his footpaw against the ground, all while shooting a knowing glance over at the other wizard, figuring that a further show would make a great consolation prize for the losing magic-user.

There was no way for the sapphire kobold to properly penetrate her foe, but there were plenty of ways that she could improvise. Her arms shot down to the ground and aided in pinning her green opponent, but her tail remained free, and the very tip of it was already snaking downward, clumsily bumping against the insides of the thighs of the other female as it aimlessly searched for the one spot that was more exposed than any other.

Spread, shaking thighs couldn't hope to close in time as the sharp, and yet, entirely smooth tip of the sapphire tail pressed against the thin, tight slit that sat, waiting and defenseless between the legs of the green kobold. She squeaked and squirmed all over again, shooting a dirty, angry glance at her former opponent, but the sapphire kobold merely smiled down at her, giving her a rather knowing look. She wanted to convey, without speaking the plan, that the pair could have a little fun together and make their own amends, all while the wizards thought that they were still running the show.

Unfortunately for her, that plan was playing right into the hands of the wizards, who weren't going to be content to just watch the girls laying atop of each other in the dirt. They made it quite a bit more interesting than that, as the sapphire kobold propped her footpaws up on the thighs of her defeated opponent as an extra method of keeping her pinned, while her tail took on a different arc. Now that it was starting to worm and wiggle in past the tight, forbidding labia of the green kobold, it wisely tried to change angles so that it could achieve a deeper penetration, and the clever, knowing orbs of the sapphire kobold, burning as bright as the orange embers of a roaring fire gazed and burned down into the softer, sweeter yellow orbs of the green kobold. The latter let out a deep, passionate gasp as her depths were plunged in such a new, strange, and yet, entirely enjoyable way. She wished that she could lift her arms, even just enough to curl her paws over and squeeze her own breasts and squeeze them, but the victor simply wouldn't allow it to stand. She was controlling the entirety of the pleasure of the moment, and in that way, giving the illusion that the winning wizard was still in control of the moment, himself.

"Look at how quickly the two of them simply fall into a lustful puddle when the battle is over! It's like I told you, old friend...these little dragon ladies are total sluts!" the blue and white scarfed wizard called out, before offering some dry, weak applause to the females. He delighted in the show as much as any male would, able to see the smooth, slick scales of the sapphire kobold's tail becoming entirely covered in a thin, glistening layer of natural, feminine lubrication as it pounded into the poor, defeated kobold over and over again. The pace was quickening as the the girls became more intimate with each other, without the behest of the wizards being necessary.

The sapphire female made her only mistake in enjoying herself a bit too much, taking a sadistic sort of glee in watching her former opponent wiggle about in the dirt and writhe as the tip of her tail pounded the sex of the former, but her hubris allowed her to be distracted just long enough for the green female to break free of her grip...and immediately, in a blur of scales and claws, she shot her arms up and clenched her paws around the neck of the victor...only to pull her in closer, so that she could press her muzzle in against the muzzle of her dominant opponent. It was no simple, gentle kiss of affection, but a deep, passionate and fiery exchange, one fueled by frustration of both a physical and sexual nature, one that she refused to break easily as quiet, grunting moans were muffled entirely by the passage of her tongue into the maw of her fellow creature. It was the perfect release for the green kobold...she could vent every last one of her frustrations; those in herself, those in the battle, and those in her sex, even if her sapphire counterpart kept the rest of her body pinned and shuddering with earthly delights.

The wizards certainly hadn't been planning on that level of inventiveness, and at first, neither one of them was sure that they could stop the show, now that it had started. Each one of them had their own ideas of how they'd like to see the show continue, but only one of them had won the battle, and thus, what happened next was entirely up to the blue and white wizard.

He was just having trouble focusing on casting any sort of magic at the pair, with his hands hidden suspiciously under his robe.

"T-this...does this serve as a fitting consolation prize for you loss, b-brother Harry?" he asked, calling out to the other wizard, who was still hanging his head in shame, though, a mixture of two different kinds of shame, now.

The red and gold scarf was tossed aside once again as the other wizard, now known as Harry, huffed in frustration. "It's not exactly what I was looking to see, but I guess that I can't complain about it."

"And just what do you think we should change? Perhaps make their exchange a little more passionate?"

Harry didn't have any kind of an answer, but the kobolds were happy to improvise of their own will, at that point. A passionate, sweating blend of sapphire and brilliant green, the ladies shook as they embraced each other in the battlefield, making their own amends for the pointless fight that they'd shared. Their bodies began to quake ever so slightly more as the kiss intensified; lips were gently nibbled, and then outright bitten as tongues tussled against each other and swirled, coiling up in a display that carried such a genuine passion, it couldn't possibly be faked. It was so sincere that the wizards hardly knew how to respond, but the girls continued without their input, as the sapphire kobold decided that tasting the tongue of her new lover, while thrilling, wasn't her final target.

That destination was waiting, heaving and uncovered as the green kobold panted...her breasts, swollen and perky, with nipples that stood and allowed themselves to be caressed by the cool air of the afternoon, were simply begging to be tasted, and beyond that, savored.

"And just what are they up to now?" Harry asked, his accent snide and his voice just a bit pretentious as he tried to act as though he wasn't enjoy the show almost as much as the ladies themselves. He would have to have been blind to not really know, additionally, as the sapphire kobold nearly had to wrestle her head away from the grip of the green, but the moment she did, she dove down and sealed her lips tightly over one nipple and suckled upon it, not as though she were a baby trying to draw milk from a mother's breast, but like a predator, with no regard for the mild sting of pain that would almost certainly follow a fresh, new wave of pleasure. She was ravenous in her attack, refusing to simply suckle and go on, as her tongue swirled back and forth over the tasty, perky little nub that was the nipple, appreciating just how stiff and delicate it was against her wet, slippery muscle.

"Whatever the hell they want, Harry...and it would be terribly rude of us to interfere with that," the blue and white wizard declared, all while sporting a terrible, fearsome grin that no doubt implied he was planning on doing exactly that. "So, did you think of how we should make things more interesting for them?"

Harry stroked his chin in thought for a moment and adjusted his glasses, but nothing seemed to come to him. "I'm afraid I haven't had an original idea in quite some time," he admitted, shooting a desolate glance over at his opponent. "Just what were you thinking, exactly?"

"I think my little lady could use more of a challenge," he suggested, as he watched his winning kobold switch sides, moving to the other breast and attacking it with the same delight and vigor as she did the first, all while squeezing the wet, slicked breast in her paws, twirling and dancing her pawtips around the nipple and refusing to let the green kobold relax. The latter was nearing her orgasm as her cunt was spread wide by the tail of her sapphire top, and the pace was growing deadly quick, as the tail looked more like a cyan blur, pounding in so rapidly that her defeated lover could feel her hips being bounced up off of the ground slightly, unable to keep her body still at the sexual behest of the victor. "Perhaps the battle would have gone a bit differently if there was a size advantage?"

Now, it seemed that Harry was interested. "So you think, perhaps, we should give each of them a little upgrade? I thought we agreed we weren't going to do that."

"We did, but I almost feel sorry for you...so how about it, old friend?"

Before he could utter the words, a wand was brandished, and Harry was already casting the spell on his own kobold, who shuddered with what could have been orgasmic bliss, or possibly, a reaction to the spell. Her body began to grown and expand immediately, but it wasn't the growth that was so stark and startling: it was the way that her bones started to bend and her appearance immediately changed, and her frame refused to allow her to look humanoid anymore.

The sapphire kobold felt the contractions of climax around her tail and pulled it free, refusing to properly pleasure her defeated opponent, and she rose to stand upright, deciding to declare herself an official winner and place her footpaw upon the chest of the loser, but before her claws could come down upon the vulnerable underbelly, she felt the flesh building up and pushing into her leg, until it nearly toppled her over. Her eyes of orange ember widened in shock, and then narrowed as she watched her opponent leap up from her back and lunge forward, her body continuing to grow until she was easily double the size of the kobold who had defeated her before. Gulping with nerves and immediately regretting her decision to stop the motions of her tail midway through a much needed orgasm for the other female, the sapphire kobold had no chance, and was immediately pinned into the dirt as her opponent grew further still, and large, thin membranes began to spill over from her back.

She was being turned into a full, feral dragon in the middle of the battle, and the blue and white wizard did all that he could to cast his own version of the spell on his warrior, preventing her not only from losing the second round of the battle, but perhaps saving her from being crushed to death, as her own body was inflicted with an aura of subtle, white magic, and her chest began to heave rapidly as the mystical energies filled her body and pushed her form to a size that she'd never known before.

"That's right...you two thought you were finished?" the blue and white wizard called out, as he watched his own warrior begin to grow in size, rapidly approaching the size of the now fully grown green dragon, sporting a pair of wide, powerful wings that could create wind gusts with a mere flap. "This battle is far from over, and we are far from finished with either one of you!"

The sapphire kobold wasn't a kobold much longer, as she felt her own shoulders breaking within her body and shifting around. She didn't know what the spell had in store for her, but she could feel a renewed sense of strength as the magical energies tainted her body and caused her muscles to rapidly grow, giving her just the strength that she needed to toss her opponent from her torso. She used the chance to scoot back to the edge of the battlefield, covered in a sticky, dirty mess of her own sweat and the mud that was starting to form from how moist the dirt had become, and her breathing was raspy and ragged as she grunted in frustration. Each creature was still under the total control of one of the wizards, it seemed, and as much as the sapphire dragoness would have loved to force her green counterpart to return the sexual favor, she wouldn't get the chance, at this point. She would only be able to fight for her life yet again as her transformation drew to a close, and her own membranes emerged, showing off the bright, glowing wings that now adorned her back.

She was dirty, frustrated and nervous, but she was far from defeated, and she was clinging to the memory of how easily she won the first fight...the only disappointment that she could find was even in her fully grown, matured dragon state, her opponent was still slightly larger, enough that both of the wizards took note of it immediately, and the white and blue wizard tried not to panic.

"You're still the better fighter, Lina! Don't give in just because your opponent is bigger...you can still win this battle!"

"You never should have given Mana another chance, you fool! Just watch now as your pathetic dragon is turned to dust!"

Harry was arrogant at the very least, but he certainly had the upper hand as his larger, stronger dragon charged forth and tackled Lina into the ground, pinning her against her wings, but not making them useless. Lina flapped them rapidly and used that strength to try and kick herself up off of the ground, generating such a great wind that it nearly blew Harry off of the edge of the battlefield, and knocked the wand from his hand. Mana refused to be moved so easily, however, and though her muscles strained and her own wings had to flap back against the coming currents, she managed to keep Lina pinned into the growing puddle of mud, as renewed vigor and compounded frustration gave her an edge that she refused to let go of.

Lina regretted exhausting herself at that point, as she tried adjusting to the new, feral body that she'd been granted. She didn't have proper arms and legs anymore, but instead, a set of four legs and front paws that felt nothing like the fists that she'd used to fight so many times before. She could still use them to push back against Mana and try to force her off of her body, but it seemed to be all for naught, as the larger dragon merely shifted her weight into the smaller one and reared her head back, before letting out a deafening, thundering roar, one that shook the trees around the battlefield so violently that leaves began to fall to the ground, honoring her newfound strength.

It was such a complete and total shift from the pace and style of the battle before that Lina couldn't hope to adjust, and Harry was already cheering on the sidelines as he watched what seemed to be a certain victory.

"That's the way, Mana! Go for the throat! Bite her head off if you can manage it!"

The blue and white wizard, still nameless to that point, felt his face go pale with fear, and his heart race with panic as he watched Lina dodging her neck around the best that she could, trying to avoid what could have been several lethal bites, if any of them landed. "Don't give in so easily, Lina! You can do this, I know that you can!"

Having faith in his warrior might not be enough anymore, but whether she was instructed to or not, Lina simply refused to die on her back, lying in the mud like common gutter filth. Even if she'd been captured and mentally controlled by a wizard, there was still a glimmer of hope within her heart, one that was fueled on by the pride that she had in herself from long before she'd ever even heard of a wizard, one that made her such a popular and successful fighter in the first place.

She embraced that faith, and for just one moment, she gave up all resistance and sat back, waiting for Mana to deliver the kill blow.

Mana took the bait as easily as a fish to the worm, and shot forward, seeing the perfect target for her massive, drooling fangs to sink into, right on the inside of her neck, where the softer, underbelly scales finally ran out before the more delicate features of her face came into view. It was literally appetizing for the exhausted, starving Mana, who would find all of the mistreatment by her master to be her downfall...as her reactions came up mere seconds short of winning the battle.

She dove forward rapidly, fangs shimmering like roaring flames in the light of the setting sun, and...

CHANK! Like a steel trap closing, the fangs came together harshly, but there was no flesh to break their fall. Mana felt a terrible pain shoot through her muzzle as she missed her mark by just an inch, and having given her all into the moment and the attack, Lina immediately shoved back on the larger female and pushed her over. Mana did everything she could to remain upright and avoid getting toppled, but fighting skill was the deciding factor that day, as Lina found she could still effectively use her tail, even in this new, bulkier body. She turned her hips as rapidly as a spinning top and swung her tail with all of the force she could muster, buckling Mana's legs and severely injuring one in the process. Both of the wizards twisted their faces up in disgust as they heard a deep, muffled and sickening CRAAAAACK, and Mana threw her head back, letting out an inhuman shriek of pain as she crumpled down into the dirt, no longer having the proper body to be able to reach down and grasp her limb.

She could only lie flat on her back and try to avoid going into shock as Lina came to rest on all four paws, standing over her once again and glaring down with eyes that burned with betrayal. There was no need for the fight to be so lethal, but Mana struck with an attack that would have proven to be exactly that, if it had landed. It left Lina feeling betrayed by her counterpart, as she glanced over the defeated dragon, standing tall over her for the second time that day.

This time, however, Mana couldn't even hold still, as pain radiated through her body, exploding from her leg like a firecracker and reaching so far that it felt as though her whole body were burning up inside. Lina knew it had to be a terrible pain, but it was a fitting one for someone who fought the way that Mana did...especially after what Lina did for her, even in the sanctity of the battlefield.

"You really ought to take better care of your dragons, Harry, old friend..." the blue and white wizard suggested, refusing to give his name. Mana stayed flat on her back as Lina walked to the edge of the battlefield and smiled at her wizard master, before giving him a long, affectionate lick upon the cheek, one that left his entire head soaking with saliva, thanks to her now massive tongue.

"S-sound advice, I s-suppose..." Harry replied with trembling lips, seeing his dragon in such horrible pain. "I'll...I'll come back stronger. She will come back stronger. We won't lose, next time."

"You keep telling yourself that, old pal...you keep telling yourself that."

Lina shot a glance back at Harry, one that left him to wonder just how intelligent the beast really was, as she started to walk away with her master. She knew there was a long, soothing bath in a lake in her near future, and perhaps, even a little sexual satisfaction of her own, if she so much as played her cards right.

She was far more intelligent than she let on, naturally, and even if she was under the control of the wizard, it seemed she might have been playing the both of them for fools.