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Class was out at the wizard college. Two remained; the professor, a kobold and well regarded wizard alike,was confronting his so far human student, who was a precocious and pernicious sort of sorcerer.

"Don't play coy with me, you're clearly brilliant. Brilliant people are prone to breaking the rules," came the spontaneous rebuke of Professor Skrin.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about Professor, is this about my paper? I would much prefer it wait until next week. I've got a small ritual cooking up in my dorm that I would very much like to return to now," responded the student, his remark tinted with an obvious impatience.

"Oh yes your paper. The one which covered channeling one's draconic heritage in order to better attune one's magic, correct?" questioned the professor, having more than familiarized himself with the student's work.

"Y...yes sir. It's a simple matter of taking into account the current literature on where sorcerers draw their power from. As a sorcerer the topic obviously intrigues me, now could I please go-" said the human as he went to leave.

"Stay right where you are. Does this 'current literature' intrigue you enough to go behind mine and the faculties' backsides to validate your wild theories?" interjected the lizard.

"No...sir..." lied the human unsuccessfully.

"Then what has made you shorter human?"

"I'm shorter?"

"Yes, by about 5 inches and counting. When you entered class it was scarcely 2 inches difference. Perhaps you suspected I was so unfamiliar with your kind's anatomy that I would suspect it was a normal human function," mocked the lizard.

"I don't think that lowly of you professor," answered the student, seemingly too frantic to catch that his professor had made a joke. The student turned around, lifting up his robes to reveal a small but growing tail," My height no doubt has something to do with this."

"My my," said the kobold as he stepped forward to examine the alien extremity," do you know what I've seen this tail on before?"

"On a dragon?" came the student's hopeful reply.

"On a kobold," came the professor's answer.

"Kobold!?" shouted the student," That can't be, I was supposed to skip past that."

"Oh, so kobolds are something to be skipped past to achieve a oneness with your draconic side huh? I don't recall such a dismissive tone in your paper," said the professor with an insulted huff.

"I don't mean to dismiss kobolds sir," said the student as he let down his robe and turned to face his professor," it just wasn't the intended outcome is all."

"No no, turn around and come here boy," said the kobold with a hiss. The student complied, and he soon tugged up the robe to again reveal the darkly tanned tail that hung between his legs,"now say 'Kobolds are great.'"

"Kobolds are great?-Yipe!" yipped the human as he felt his tail yanked on by another for the first time. His tail was perpendicular to the rest of his body now. The yank had made his stance grow rigid. The professor examined his tail with some interest. It was no doubt a curious sensation indeed. Having one's tail yanked.

"Stop letting it squirm or I'll have to bite it," quipped the professor who was focused on the tail. He had made note of the inhumanity of the yipe the human had made, but he was too focused on the tail to make note of the human's blush over such a threat. He continued, running a claw gently up the human's back where the scales and flesh merged," It's still growing, and it seems these scales are still spreading as well."

"But the ritual was dismissed. I was going back to my room to start it back up," said the student as his tail clung firmly to the professor's scaly green hand.

"I would advise you to let go of my hand, welp," the elder kobold caught himself hissing before covering it up with another joke," courtship rituals are forbidden in the classroom environment."

Wide eyed the student pulled away, his tail darting hastily between in legs as he protested," I can assure you sir that was not my intent. You're my professor!"

"Oh? So if I wasn't your professor you would be interested then," he did not intend for his jokes to be quite so flirty. There was, of course, a compulsion for him to faux flirt even more after taking note of how flustered the student was getting. No doubt, he caught himself excuse weaving, this will make him more hesitant to practice magic so recklessly in the future. Given that the student's problem with reckless magic use it made sense for the elder wizard to scare him straight.

"Oh woah, what did you do?" came the student's voice to snap the kobold out of his judicious train of thought," Were the scales spreading this fast before?"

"All I did was examine the area and joke with you at your expense," said the kobold as he pulled the robe up higher to watch the scales spread with haste up the human's back. The professor grabbed the human by the tailtip suddenly. Guiding him over to his desk with a firm hand. The wizard hopped atop the test graveyard and turned to gesture to the student. It seemed that the kobold wished to whisper something to his student. The human leaned forward, having watched the mildly athletic display with a grin. A grin that vanished as the kobold snatched a single strand of hair.

"Spell component," said the lizard with as he answered the human's question before it had been asked.

The student watched as his professor bent over his desk to dig for more spell components. His eyes wandered, watching the professor's dark green tail sway this way and that to keep balance. His changes seemed to hasten, and the tail which had been at eye level soon had him looking upward.

"Oh no...I really am getting shorter," said the student with a frown.

"Relax, try to remember what you used for your spell. Was it wyrmroot or dragonfruit?" drilled the professor as he dug through his desk for more ingredients.

"Um...neither..." said the student with a frown.

"Well then what did you use to-"

"One of your scales."

"You," came the kobold's incredulous glance," you what?"

"Well I-"

"Of all the-"

"Look, I-"

"No, you look," growled the wizard," you look right now at how terrible this situation looks for me young man. I'm the only kobold professor who teaches at this college, and now it just so happens that one of my students starts transforming into a kobold. To top all of that off the key component of the spell that is doing it is one of my scales. Think about that for a moment,"

"I was just-"

"I said a moment not a second. Best case scenario you might have ruined my career as a professor. Worst case, magical prison. Your primary spell component wasn't one of my scales, it was short sightedness," the kobold resumed his tirade even as he dug out spell components. As anxious as he was he could still work towards a solution.

"I wanted more power...more magic..." whimpered the human as he began to visibly shrink," I wanted to impress you..."

"You-" started the kobold as the final line made his ego grow three times its usual size. He resumed prepared his spell, scarcely realizing how flummoxed the student had rendered him.

"I'm sorry, just help me fix this and no one will have to know," came the student's plea.

"Well before I commit to skirting safety guidelines let me find out why it's happening," came the lizard's hushed tone. Slapping a few rare spices into a bowl and chanting some gibberish sent the crackling of magic all through the student's body. The red electric scan rolled through the student's body before dispersing in a flash. The room seemed unchanged, but both student and professor alike had their attention drawn to the large red countdown that had formed from the flash's remnants.

"What does that mean?"

"It means," sighed the lizard as the seconds ticked down," that if the spell isn't completed within the allotted time you'll be stuck halfway."

"I'm not sure I understand, the spell was finished when I left-"

"Clearly not the case, you probably would have noticed too had you paid attention to either the tail growth or gradual height change."

"I had to come to your class, I must have rushed through checking to see if it finished..."

"Yet you had enough time to transform yourself partway into a kobold before class started? I have to admit that's some impressively negligent time management skills."

"Well I wasn't supposed to be human at all by the end of it. I should have ended up becoming a dragon," grumbled the student.

"Are you really so committed to a perceived draconic heritage that you'd be willing to become one?"

"Of course, though admittedly I'm slightly more committed to the power that would come with it," said the human through a strained grin.

The professor closed his eyes as his claw ran along to massage his snout," Well if this spell's other readings check out there might not be able to reverse this while it's in progress. Your spell structure is too erratic to safely reverse, but if you finish the transformation we should be able to change you back with a more well designed spell. The problem now is that you don't seem to be changing fast enough."

"Really? Why not?"

"My scale," the kobold opened his eyes and started to dig for more components on a hunch before bristling a bit," the one you stole. What happened to it?"

"Well I think it vanished along with my...contribution," stammered the human.

"You're being obtuse. What did you contribute to the spell and why do you not know how the components dispersed?" asked the kobold impatiently. He closed up the desk, unsure now what to make of the student's spellcraft.

"Well I wasn't actually watching the center of the ritual as it occurred. The spell called for my attention to be focused elsewhere," admitted the human with a creeping grin.

"Wait a minute...there are only a handful of rituals that don't involve explicit attention to the center...are you tell me that...no, you dare-"

"Well it worked..."

"Sex Magic is a forbidden practice and you and the rest of your peers were supposed to be made well aware that its vast complexity is only surmounted by the adverse side effects of its 'proper' use being anything but. It is the craft of charlatans and-"

"And look what a second year college student can do with it?"

"What can he do with it? Make a kobold where a dragon should stand?"

"I just messed something up, it should be an easy fix," said the student as he grew increasingly nervous.

"An easy fix? Do you think the hint might be in the name. It is called Sex Magic after all, does that sound at all like Masturbation Magic to you?" said the professor as he chased away the last of the student's grin.

The precocious wizard fell silent. His view was locked on the floor tiles," So the scale couldn't..."

"No," the kobold said when he realized the student lacked the energy to complete his thought," a scale won't accomplish anything more than binding your ritual to a particular person. Since you used my scales that means me. I'm going to have to contribute whatever it is you brought to the ritual."

"So," started the student," we have to have sex?"

"I'm going to have you expelled after this. Not least of all for dragging me into the plot of some perverted first year students attempt at fetish pornography, but because you have put me in perhaps the most precarious position I have ever seen in my life."

"At least you've admitted to liking drakes in class before," teased the student.

"Oh yeah not being repulsed at the idea of having sex with you totally makes up for the fact that you're putting me in, as stated before, the most precarious position I have ever seen in my life. I'm about to have to have sex with a student to complete his idiotic and highly illegal ritual."

"Hey this is only mildly idiotic," said the student as his tail slipped down below his increasingly oversized robes.

"Well at least you admit it," sighed the wizard," I suppose I can at least compliment you for taking yourself this far along without any sort of actual sacrifice. Non-druidic transformations take a certain amount of acumen. As faculty I can't outright approve of your work, but I must say..." he trailed off as the human's tail caught his eye," the spellcraft on display is far from the worst I've ever seen."

"Is that a thinly veiled compliment on my appearance?" asked the human as his tail swished this way and that.

"Directed purely towards your scaly bits I assure you," said the wizard.

"Thanks for helping," said the student.

"Don't mention it, and I do mean don't mention it. Now, disrobe."

"Oh...yes sir..." said the student before turning away and picking his robe up over his head. In total he had lost at least a foot of his former height now. The slight ripping of his robes let them both know that scales and and a tail were not the only thing he had been growing as they spoke. He had managed to skewer his outfit on the business end of the two primary horns which had just managed to poke up through his head hair. He flailed for a bit, tail shaking this way and that to help him keep balance. It portrayed both an instinctual proclivity for tail usage and an utterly inept knowledge of horn usage. He was definitely turning into a kobold.

The professor could not help but admire watching the student's tail arch back to help keep balance. The student seemed to be taking his changes quite intuitively. The remarkably pleasant shade of tan the semi-kobold was adopting as his scale color was likewise pleasant to take in. He watched the welp's tail sway this way and that, and caught himself enjoying the sight of those scales covering and replacing the far less appealing remnants of human skin. He shook his head to dismiss the notion that he was in any way attracted to his student. The tent in his robes was impossible for him to ignore though.

The student finally worked off his robe. It seemed to the professor that he had not yet noticed how the scales had worked their way up along his spine. Their spread had reached just below the neck, and they seemed to be spreading faster now. It was no wonder, the professor mused, that the transforming student had gotten such an intuitive control over the tail. The transformation must have seamlessly integrated itself along the spine first of all before spreading out from there. What made him even more curious was the scent the student had begun to give off. It was a scent that made him far less nervous about showing off the slight arousal he had begun to experience.

"Turn around boy," commanded the wizard.

"Yes sir..." said the student. His tail had made wearing anything under his robes an impossibility. So there was nothing to hide the tapered kobold cock that had emerged from the tan scale slit between his legs.

"I see the change has wrapped around your frontside as well," said the kobold in an attempt to feign a more clinical attitude.

"It...appears so sir," said the human as he looked down at what remained of his once human cock. The smaller, slender, and sharper spire that had replaced it was remarkably small. His testacles had of course retreated perminantly into the slit his miniscule cock had climbed back out of. The reptilian arousal twitched in the face the professor's dismissive gaze.

"Well then, you're looking awfully eager welp," said the professor as he caught himself getting carried along by the gradual establishment of his dominance.

"You're gonna be the one on top aren't you sir," said the shrinking student with a grin," you're not so forceful during lectures. I quite like this side of you." His tail curled around his only somewhat scale covered legs as if to make himself seem smaller than he was already becoming.

"We are short on time, and you give off the scent of a male eager to raise his tail," said the elder kobold as he jumped down to grab the student's tail yet again. The professor let a grin claim his face as the student let out a submissive yip as he lead him behind the desk. The timer ticked up above ticked away," Not to mention how much smaller your cock is than mind."

"What? Already?" said the student shortly after hopping backwards to avoid falling over. It did not work, and the submissive yip from before was echoed as his tail hiked upward to avoid his rear's impact with the fancy stonework hidden by the desk. It was warm to the touch, and his protest at such indignity was banished by the sensation of such intimate contact with such a comfortable floor.

"Heated of course," said the professor as he took note of the student's comfort," kobolds prefer things warmer than humans. This lets me not have to come within a mile of adopting the habit of wearing those goofy little shoes your kind love to wear everywhere."

The desk was tall and the chair was large so next to nothing they could do would be seen through the window on the door. The professor watched as the student's human paws began to stroke the altered cock situated between still changing legs. A reek of submissive precum rolled through the air as it made its way down the student's own fingers.

"Not sure what's come over me..." stammer the student as he brought his hand up to lick it clean. His hand and tongue both changed as he licked up his mess. His longer tongue now remained somewhat outside his mouth whenever he did not actively try to draw it back into his too-short maw.

"You did," said the professor with a smug grin, pleased at himself for making such a debauch joke he soon dispensed with a more valuable answer," kobolds are quick to fall into rolls. You will become increasingly prone to idolizing whoever gives you orders. It's a biological component that serves well for our communities, but tends to diminish individual success. To break away from the clan it takes an inordinate amount of will. It is the way my...our kind are wired."

"And thith-ope-and this is what you had to break through to leave?" said the student after compensating for his lengthier tongue.

"Yes it is," said the professor as he drew near," pick yourself up let your tail slip up, your spine is starting to realign by the looks of it and that won't be a very comfortable sitting position before too long."

Complying obediently the student picked himself up, lying down further in the process. He kept his arms bent to pick himself up. He let out a moan as his tail slipped into the proper position. His body had realigned itself around the nearly all reptile waist.

The spell managed to draw power from the mere notion that they would have sex. The changes had begun to speed up the closer the professor got to his student. The professor could no longer hide his desire. It was too easy for his eyes to find themselves locked on the tailhole he would soon be claiming.

"You smell utterly submissive," said the darker green lizard as he stood over the long of the student's tail. His robe dropped over the tailtip as he paid his compliment to the sorcerer.

"Thank you..." said the student.

"You're wise to take it as a compliment, it will make this all the more enjoyable for you," said the professor through his semi-flummoxed blush. A part of him still could not believe he was about to do this. A part of him wanted to hesitate. To question. All that seemed to fade away as he found his claws tracing around his slit to help prod his cock to full size. Given the shape of the student's tongue the wizard correctly surmised that his more dominant scent had made its way into the human's head. They both should know their roles by now. If he had not spent so long running from such needs he would have been hilting the seemingly eager welp already. Instead he let out an embarrassed hiss when he caught himself jerking at his cocklength.

"No need to be embarrassed professor," assured the student," you're just helping someone in need."

"You will be turned back and expelled the moment we are finished welp," said the professor, eager to embrace the pretense that would allow him to commit to such an act.

"I understand sir."

"Good, now keep that tail out of the way."

"Yes sir," said the student with a grin.

"Don't look at me," said the professor as he slipped onto all fours and drew nearer," close your eyes."

Complying wordlessly the human turned his head to one side and shut his eyes. He rolled back more onto the heated stone beneath and it caused him to shudder at the comfort. The professor's tongue rolled out. He had tried to suppress his desire to taste the welp's new scales for some time, but as his snout drifted over the changing belly he could not resist. The professor ran his otherwise harsh tongue nice and slow along the belly scales. It was a pleasant taste, similarly submissive to the scent. It had a southern blend of dust and spice. It was strangely pleasant for all its foreign nature. He caught himself feeling pride in the way his student bit his lips to keep from protesting such treatment. While as expected the scales seemed to dart faster from all the spots where his tongue had made contact.

Drawing nearer now the professor allowed his cock to drag across the human's ever excitable tail. He hissed the moment the tail moved to try and better please him. His rebuke worked, and the tail stopped moving. He continued onward to the transformation altered rear. The wizard watched for a moment, looking down to see the student's tailhole clench in anticipation. Such eagerness, he thought, should be rewarded, so he set about licking at the edge of the scales that had made their way up the human's chest. The room seemed to smell predominantly of kobold sex before the penetration had begun. They each smelled the desire so completely expressed by the other. That the student seemed to enjoy this so much did not distract the professor, but instead made him more readily embrace his own building desire.

Bringing his cock past the human's rear he decided to help the welp grow more familiar with his position. This was of course accomplished by pressing his superior sex in against the human's. The sorcerer whimpered, and seemed to struggle to choke back a whine. Appropriately this was a trick the professor had picked up during college, though he had been on the receiving end of that particular session. It felt a different kind of good to be the one on top committing to such a comparison. He thrust up, running his shaft along the smaller one. A green scaled hand came back to press each member against the other. The student thrust back, and this act he allowed as it seemed to have a positive effect on the spread of scales.

The eager welp shook desperately as another spurt of his precum seemed to roll out along the cock of his professor. This would prove useful for their coupling so not only did Skrin allow this he actively encourage it, reaching his claw down around just his student's cock to make sure to get the most pre possible from the sensitive welp below. The spurts rolled out with ease, slickening the professor's member with each and every squeeze.

"Sensitive little welp," the professor caught himself saying.

"Only for you sir," whimpered back his student.

The professor wonder for a moment how bizarre the experience must be for the male beneath him. How odd it must feel with such a different cock recieving any sort attention. Was the student a virgin? He was not sure. He did not exhibit the usual meekness of a virgin, his submission felt too natural. Either he was one, or the student was deeply accepting of his new role. The professor caught himself growing a tad curious, perhaps even envious, and he certainly came to terms with his own enjoyment over their coupling. He continued frotting for some time, growing increasingly eager to please.

As he pulled away they each caught the other hissing over the change. The student had grown quite fond of the attention, and did not want it to end just yet. Professor Skrin had both his task and his desires to meat however, and put silenced the welp's protests with what nearly built up into a growl. His cock had been drenched with the student's precum, and it started to drip down steadily. He positioned his length above the clenching rear that had drawn his eye moment ago. A few spurts of his own precum rolled out with the student's to land on the soon to be stuffed rump. The first spurts of the wizard's pre seemed to be the perfect fuel to the scale growth's fire. In all the excitement it was impossible for him to resist. It had been drawn out too long. With another growl the teacher drove forward, each male was eager for the other.

His student yipped even louder than when his tail was tugged as a good half of the kobold's cock drove in with enough force to grow him a muzzle. The changes had more than picked up speed, they had begun to roll out in near instantaneous waves. The first thrust had given the sorcerer a proper snout, neither could know what the next one would bring. Professor Skrin tried for a moment to resist how tempting the whole ritual had become. He reminded himself that this was indeed a ritual, and should be treated as such. To the best of his rudimentary knowledge of Sex Magic he knew that if he did not leave his seed inside the student then the change might not complete. The other more feral side of his mind knew full well that if such a problem would be easily solved if all of him was focusing on fucking this welp rather than wasting time deliberating on how best to fuck this welp.

Something about having his cock buried half inside a soon to be formerly human student gave him pause of course. Years of conditioning himself against the baser desires of kobolds welled up inside of him. Sex magic was wrong. Helping turn your student into a kobold was wrong. But fuck if it did not feel like the single most enjoyable experience in his life. The power over this welp that this illicit school of magic had given him awakened something primal in the professor. He was willingly using Sex Magic to unmake a strangely willing human, bringing a remarkably intelligent, if rekless, kobold into the world instead. Professor Skrin made peace there, his cock half buried, with every pretense he had been holding over the both of them. He would enjoy this. He was enjoying this. He let out a growl, and pulled partly out of his hiss mad student to give himself room to thrust down deeper into the tail raising welp.

He gave every inch to his student. Down down till his slit pressed firm against the welp's tailhole. The tail beneath the professor's went wild as the well stuffed hole clenched and tugged desperately at the intrusive length. Enough forceful enjoyment had been administered that a full foot was stripped of the student's height. That summoned more than just a yip as well. Moaning now, the students eyes were forced open as he frantically looked over his shrinking form. It seemed to take a moment for his eyes to adjust to the snout. His body was shaking with both arousal and magical energy. Each thrust by the professor had taken something from him, and the student's moans gave off the vibe that he did not mind at all.

Another hilting stole more of his height and most of his skin. So far the student was forced to look down at the height challenged professor. Now however, his newly formed snout was growing more and more perpendicular to the ground with each thrust. Four. Five. Six hiltings now. The professor's cock felt at home within his nearly transformed student. More so now that the welp was forced to look up to watch himself be claimed. A part of him was utterly shocked that a spell could be so enjoyable to complete. His tired old mantras about the dangers of Sex Magic seemed to melt away at the sight of his welp squirming underneath to take his cock more comfortably.

Soon those fat human paws and steppers would be replaced with the leaner and meaner counterparts of the supposed lesser race. The professor caught himself grabbing hold of one of the human's hands just as they were covered in scales. He sought to squeeze the hand, feeling it shrink back against his own. He grinned as the welp's claws emerged and his grin grew more gleeful as the claw became somewhat smaller than his own. All of the student was shrunken down to a few inches shy of the professor's vastly under respected height for a kobold. He had always known personally, but having a hissing fuckable reminder of your positive attributes lying beneath you was, as always, a plus.

Professor Skrin tugged out to the tip and took stock in his accomplishments. Just shy of a dozen thrusts and already the welp was more kobold than human. Some stretch of skin remained along his face, and his horns had yet to grow out fully. His head fur had mostly fizzled away into an array of kissable off white spikes that matched up so beautifully with his light brown hide. This new body of his seemed remarkably appealing to the professor, it was everything the green scaled lizard had wanted in a welp. Even some of the things he did not know that he had desired, but upon seeing them learned of their natural appeal. The first being the beautiful green eyes that he had fucked into the student. It would have all given him pause if he was not too busy having sex to take note.

Leaning in he took a taste of the grown out maw, licking up at the sharpened teeth before entwining both their tongues so far back into his gagless throat. There, with his tongue so deep within the welp, he allowed his lust to run loose. This submissive thing beneath him was his property. This welp would know who he belonged to. The professor watched his wide eyed student give up his humanity with ease. Such a willingness was impossible to deny! This was all the justification he needed to hammer down. And hammer down he did, losing count of his thrusts just the same as he had lost track of the welp's lost humanity. There must have been so little of it now. The lizard he was fucking seemed to be nothing more than a kobold by now. And even if he knew the change was complete he would not have stopped.

Moans, groans, yips, hisses and finally a roar all accompanied the air of the classroom like scent of well laid kobold seed. It dominated the classroom the moment the professor came, and in a tribe would have served as a declaration of ownership. Professor Skrin's internals had been working overtime to prepare to fill the rump of the cocky college sorcerer. The rousing spurts of cum had not stopped his thrusting. He had a duty after all to ensure that the student, who's muzzle he was stuffing full of tongue, finished his transformation after all. Skrin took note of the welp's new claws tracing downward blindly to grab hold and jerk himself to climax, but one swat of his own paws stopped that foolishness.

Slipping his tongue out of his student's still parted jaws he let out a hiss to ensure that such behavior would not be repeated. With the lesson to not touch his own cock seemingly learned Skrin reached down and jerked on the welp's cock himself. He was in control. He would decide where it went. He would decide when it went. And it would go soon. Two nice slow runs along the length before mimicking the lust addled thrustings of his own soon followed. The rump full of the professor's cock and accompanying seed added in with this proved too much for the new kobold, and with a more meek roar of his own he emptied the last ounce of his humanity onto his belly scales. A proper all kobold brew soon raced to refill the student's internals.

The professor slid free just as the welp made a mess of his belly. His cock still dripped seed which he gleefully let fall onto the student's now stationary tail. The kobold could taste the first spirts of kobold cum the student had produced taint the air much the way his own contribution had. Even his seed's scent told the professor a story of submission. To the wizard the sorcerer seemed to look, smell, and cum like a tailraiser. The welp's length lazed limp along his belly. Both lizards remained steady. They were had been panting all throughout, but now even their breathing settled. All was still.

"Wow," muttered the former human with a higher pitched gravel to his voice," does it always feel that good for kobolds?"

"It...it has to. Sex is used to stop tribal infighting," said the professor as he tried to look away from the sprawled out mess of a lizard before him," let's get you cleaned up and taken to the dean of corrections. I can lend you a robe for the halls."

"Oh?" said the new kobold with a playful flick of his tail," seems like an awful waste to just take advantage of me once don't you think?"

"Are you seriously suggesting-"

"I don't know, you tell me," said the student as he slipped up to run his tongue along the professor's now reddish green maw.

"How...how dare you!" shouted Skrin as he shoved the student back," I did what I did because I had to. The ritual is finished and you're in trouble."

"Yipe-" went the student before being forced to use his tail to keep balance. He followed up with a frustrated whine of a growl," There's no way you would have fucked me that hard if you didn't enjoy it."

"My responses were tinted with biological urges. There are certain inbuilt desires that kobolds can succumb to and I'll admit full well that some of those were in play. Humans wouldn't understand."

"Oh, is there a human in the room? I just smell too horny lizards who just got done rutting. Mind you I'm a bit fresh to this new nose," said the student as he once again approached, taking full advantage of the professor's insistence on not shoving him so roughly again.

"You're not a kobold," said Professor Skrin as he pushed at the eager welp's chest rather weakly.

"That's funny, I feel like one," said the student as he glanced down to take note of Skrin's own cock.

"You impetuous little-"

"Welp? Doesn't that count as slang for tail raiser?" said the student as he leaned in to try and work in a kiss.

"It...it means more than just that..." said the professor as he tried to dodge that malevolent muzzle.

"Well what does it mean then professor," said the student as he parted Skrin's lips for a taste of the otherwise dominant bold's tongue," if I'm a welp who raises his tail?"

"I'm your professor," said Skrin as he tried to fight his mounting desire.

"And you've already fucked me once, what harm could come from a second round?"

There was no winning with him verbally. He was being just as instant about sex as he could be arguing about spellcraft. Skrin knew full well that establishing dominance could cause him to slip back into recent behavior cycles, but the welp had given him no choice. Hissing now, he grabbed the student by the shoulders and turned them around, pushing the welp against the desk he had been backed up against. It's hard to argue about sex when your mouth is full of someone else's tongue right? That was reasoning enough for Skrin to respond to the plying kiss with a more forceful one of his own. How could this welp not know his place after what had happened? Clearly a new lesson was needed.

Jabbing forward with his hips the kobolds both slipped their cocks together again. Each were hard, harder in fact than the last time. The student seemed all the more eager to buck back against the desk pressed thrustings of his professor. Both of them huffed as each began to take turns parting the other's lips. Professor Skrin found himself enjoying the welp's eagerness to re-engage, even though so much of him wished had had spent more time talking. He was beyond words now. Every touch and taste of or even from the welp was ecstasy

The older male leaned down, licking at the welp's expose length and getting a taste of the pre it had to offer. Every drop was that of a kobold's now. There was no denying his vanished humanity. Every action on the part of the student seemed to scream fuck me. He must have been bewitched by a similar set of urges. A submissive counter to the professor's more dominant persuasion. He should have pushed away, rebuked the sorcerer for meddling in magic he did not understand. He did not do this of course, for this story would not have a second sex scene if he had acted in such a way.

Skrin's mental back and forth allowed the student to push him back some. A playful reminder of the guilt he still felt over pushing the student earlier. Unlike the professor's push, this one had been effective. He used what freedom he had purchased with the light shove to slip away from the desk and again onto the floor. With a grin he dropped to all fours and put that energetic new tail of his to use by raising it high above his rear end. The professor's internal protests seemed to sublimate into growls. This welp had been so disobedient. If he did not teach this welp a lesson soon others would come to justifiably critique his lesson plan.

The wizard tuned out the part of his mind that still managed to summon up protest. With himself sorted at last it was time to continue fucking his newly kobold student. The professor had no trouble at all slipping his firm cock back inside. Already slickened with his fluids from before his slit soon kissed up against the eager welp's tailhole with ease and grace. He might not have had sex in some time, but he was a quick learner, and the welp's body had turned out to be most fuckable indeed.

The pseudo ears of the elder lizard picked up on the sound of scratching coming from below. Amidst the thrashing and the hisses the student had begun to test his new claws on the heated stone tiles below. This earned him the punishment of more forceful thrusting, which in turn lead to more and louder scratching. The matter was settled and the professor no longer minded the mild damages that were incurred as long as he continued to put the welp in his place. They hissed in tandem as the nonverbal agreement stood. The scratches would continue so long as the sex got firmer. Some part of the professor thought the deal was terrible, but most of him was preoccupied with what he had gotten out of the arrangement.

There were no longer any scales to give chase to with his tongue, but there were many scales already in place that seemed to call out for licks and kisses. The professor's tongue darted out along the welp's back, running his tongue in between the student's shoulder blades and up along the neck. The resultant crooning encouraged his tongue all the more, and soon the professor was bending quite forcefully for a time to see how far back down the student's back his tongue could go without tugging his cock completely free. The scratching took on an energetic tone as pulling back to the tip. This allowed Skrin to just reach the base of the welp's tail with a single end of his stretched tongue. With his spry nature successfully tested the professor felt like a reward was in order. He soon took the full cock length thrust into a well clenched rump to serve as just such the sort of reward such a welp was able to deliver to him.

Clenching so artfully it began, for a moment, to grow difficult for the dominant Skrin to justify pulling his cock back for thrusting. The welp seemed so at home with a cock in his end it almost felt wrong to deprive him of even an inch. The professor of course had grown to enjoy the way the welp went scratching at the floor every time he drove forward and speared the willing rump. That served as reason enough to ignore the hissing cries from his student as he pulled back. The scratching of course as well as the moanlike sound that tended to part the student's scaly lips whenever the professor's slit once again drove into rump. He had never before had the honor of hammering into to such an easily spread tailhole. No matter how well the student clenched the sex slickened opening could be speared without difficulty, much to the benefit of each male's ecstatic enjoyment of the other.

Skrin's tongue had not stopped sampling the student's scales simply after flicking out at the welp's tailbase. It still searched for the spots which made the tail raiser the most likely to moan. This side quest to the main quest of dicking the welp was soon satisfied upon discovering a particularly sensitive stretch of scales along the right side of the back of his neck. It was a very touchy area where even a flick of the wizard's tongue provoked a moan. So Skrin did what came natural to him and sanke his sharp jaw down against the spot. Three short yips seemed to erupt from the welp, accompanied by a yearning pushback against the dominant male's crotch. In essence he had found the tailraiser's dedicated "fuck me" button. The professor made a point of remembering where it was.

His welp had proved to be quite the eager little thing. Wait. His? No no no, he could not catch himself thinking like that. This was in fact his student after all. Not his personal tailraising welp, good for little more than pouring out any and all sexual frustrations onto. Or more importantly into. It should not...no...it did not matter how deep inside the welp he had buried his cock. How easily he had lost track of the number of times he drove himself forward during their second mating. This was still his human student. His submissive and eagerly fucked excessively scaly "human" student. The welp must have wanted to belong to him. Maybe even needed to. His welp wanted this. Another thrust and another hiss of pleasure confirmed it in his mind.

The sound of the scratching chorus of claws brought the professor out of his near trancelike state. It was as if each claw was singing of his dominance now that he was conscious enough to hear it and make note between each buck forward. He leaned forward to reward the student for his ode to Skrin being carved out of the wall, taking note how only one set of claws was stretched out and scratching randomly between thrusts. He grinned and took another bite of that sensitive button before ramming forward and sitting still for a while, letting the student take his time to feel the length of every inch of Skrin. To think he had been making such a noise with one claw. He glanced to the left to see the other arm stretch out below the welp, no doubt busy jerking himself off as the professor enjoyed pleasing himself via the welp's body. He pictured the student's claws pawing meekly at that tiny welp cock and let out a laugh before slipping both his claws down to force the welp to support him with one hand.

Skrin's weight nearly brought the younger kobold's chin to the ground. A snarl now came from the teacher, a warning to not let it touch. His visibly floor scratching hand took the weight and continued to scratch away with every thrust. What a champ. The professor began to pull himself into the welp by way of tugging at the student's shoulders. A simple yet powerfully rhythmic move that seemed to summon up a whole litany of noises neither would wish to recite in front of a full classroom. This welp clearly wished to have all that the wizard could provide, and the wizard was eager to offer it. Yes, he doubtlessly craved the ownership the professor found himself fancying with each and every impact of slit upon tailhole. No creature that had been bottomed out into with such a willingness desired to own itself. The professor's desire for his student had dipped well into the instinctual. Raw desire had possessed his mind with as much force as he now possessed his student's body.

The way the student's tailhole clenched so desperately around his cock now made it clear to the professor that the welp yearned to be marked up again. He must have taken so well to the feeling of cum running down his thighs and tail that the thought of feeling it again had gotten him excited. Anxious even, for Skrin's second load. He would have it alright, but he would give it on his terms. No amount of clenching, floor scratching, or moan hissing would allow his welp to determine when he came or even if he came. The welp clearly needed to learn patience. So the professor slowed down. Pulling back and letting the student's tail bend back up at a more comfortable angle. Skrin bit it around the end to keep it from waving in his face. An act that provoked the first real growl from his so far so willing student. The growl soon leveled off to a mere whine as the professor let his tongue tease at the tooth nabbed tailtip.

The sorcerer seemed to do more than just put up with the tail biting teacher, if the amount of floor scratching noises were anything to go by he was enjoying the treatment quite greatly. His thrusts continued to slow to a crawl. He had lost track for so long it became pointless to count. Even now at the reduced pace he could hardly focus enough on the number when there was a welp to put in his place. The elder male let the welp's tail slip from his jaw only to find it rubbing itself seductively upon his chin, clearly looking for another punishing bite to perhaps provoke a climax from them both. If the student's clenching rear was a good indicator then he was certainly quite close. The professor growled.

"I'm the one who decided when you get to cum welp," said the teacher through a mixture of outright stating it, portraying it through body language, and continuing to fuck the student at the speed he decided upon.

"Yes sir," said the student with mostly words but also more cock tugging with his rump.

Pushing back against the thrusts had stopped. Clearly he had taken the command to heart. Which was good, because the professor would not be able to hold out much longer. The scratching had become manic which made sense as the professor had once more grabbed hold of the student's shoulders and began thrusting with as much power and energy as he could muster. The welp was commanded, and the welp had obeyed. That was all his instinctive line of reasoning had demanded. With that fulfilled he was able to cut himself loose entirely.

The sorcerer's chin slapped into the ground as the professor's groin slammed inside again and again. His other hand had darted beneath to no doubt tug away at that pathetic little cock he had given to himself. The wizard's knees soon dug into his welp's scaly legs to give himself an even better perch to pounce from. Dozens of thrusts in he felt himself coming closer. Closer. Finally. There it was. Utter release. The professor bottomed out for the final time and emptied himself into the bold below. It was a burst of cum which quickly ran down both male's thighs was the fullness from the first climax coupled with the second took up too much room in the student's new body. The professor caught himself roaring over the welp before reaching a hand around to help the student in his efforts to jerk himself off.

Except the Skrin's claw did not find either of the student's hands tugging away at his cock. Both of the sorcerer's hands were busily scratching away at the floor beneath them both. Just out of eyesight of the professor. The student let out a loud submissive hiss as the confused tugs of the professor helped push him over his own edge. The student's seed shot free, landing in the very center of the sigil he had been scratching into the floor over the duration of their second round of sex.

"What?" growled the professor as the scent of magic overtook the reek of sex.

Still hilt deep inside the welp Skrin yanked the younger kobold by the waist. Pulled to the side he was given the briefest of glimpses at the sigil before everything went white. The magic seemed hungry for seed, and every ounce of the welp's deposited mess seemed to drain into the white glowing symbols. The spell was charging, but for what? The student had leaned back into the professor, tail off to the side as he positioned himself in a sultry manner between Skrin and the spell. He leaned up, using their slight height difference to lick coyly along the professor's chin. An ineffective attempt at banishing the growing scowl.

"Sex Magic, obviously," said the sorcerer in training as a bright white light flashed out and flooded the entirety of the institute.

The professor, blinded at first, tugged his cock free before pushing back away from... no that wasn't right what was his real name? Chir? No that sounds like a parody of a kobold name. There's no way. Was that the spell? It couldn't be his human name could? It was right on the tip of the professor's tongue.

"Chir?"

"Yes professor?" asked Chir as he stood up. Skrin's seed ran down his tail and thighs alike as he did.

"What...what have you done? Why can't I remember your name?" asked the professor with a hiss. Instinctively he felt he had established dominance, but on a higher level he knew he was at a grave disadvantage. Whatever had been cast altered his and who knows how many other minds. He approached his carefully, mentally listing off the components he would need to grab to cast a counterspell.

"You just said my name professor, and all this spell did is let me stay enrolled in class. Couldn't have done it without you sir," said the smaller lizard with a smirk as he strolled over to the desk as well. Standing up on the tip of his claws he assuredly raised his tail for the professor to see as he reached over the grab the roll-tome that had been taken this morning.

"You...this is..." the professor could not find his footing. His eyes naturally locked on the exposed rear he had hammered away at so carelessly. This was his fault. He had fucked his student, and it had all been apart of some scheme.

"Here we go," said the student as he pulled the massive roll-tome. His slender cock had slipped within his tan scaled slit. The welp had no shame in his nudity as he focused on flipping through to today's page. The wizard dropped his guard, surely he did not meant to cast an attack spell of some kind using a roll-tome.

"What are you doing with that," said the professor, a tad more ashamed of his nudity. He had caught himself curious, and that curiousity had blossomed into a question even though he should have been stopping the spell. He looked over to the sigil. It still glowed. If he could find the willingness it shouldn't be difficult to rem-

"See," said Chir with a grin as he pushed the book into Skrin's arms," look here."

"I...I see your name. I see Chir. How is thi-"

"Sex Magic teach, come now you're smarter than that," teased Chir.

"You could have replaced your name in my mind or on the rolltome, you could not have possibly done both with the same spell," corrected Skrin as he slipped the book down the hide his slit from his student as best he could.

"I changed more than that too, if the spell works as designed and, ahem, hastily scrawled out under duress I might add, then everyone's memories besides most of your own should be getting rewritten as we speak," said Chir smugly.

"But why?" asked Skrin.

"Simply to see what could be done with Sex Magic," said Chir.

"But a kobold?" asked Skrin.

"15 second refractor period, no upper limit on orgasms, most fuckable and lustful sapient species on the planet besides dragons...which, if you play your cards right, might be on the table for the both of us," said Chir.

"If you think I'm going to help you in a million years young man I'll have you kno-"

"Careful wizard," said Chir as he ran up to lick at the wizards neck with great speed," you wouldn't want to know you just fucked a student's humanity into oblivion and cast a spell over the school to cover it up now would you?"

"You...you..." said the angrily blushing professor.

"Welp?" asked Chir as he pushed the book at the way of Skrin's slit,"did you call me that the first or second time you fucked me? My memory is a little foggy, did you just make me cast a spell on the entire school to make them think I've always been a kobold sir?"

"You can't get away with this," growled the professor," I'll stop you."

"Profesor Skrin you should relax, the spell is still active and I'd hate to have to use it to change your mind when I know for a fact you're a perfectly reasonable creature," said Chir as he ran a claw gently around the professor's thoroughly unaroused slit," I wouldn't have picked you if I didn't respect you. I could have used any kobold, but you're the most useful to me."

"The most useful, I am your professor and you are my student. This is entirely out of line...Chir stop..." said Skrin as, in spite of his wishes, his cock had stirred a third time.

"Very well, I've no more spells need casting anyway, so until next time perhaps," said Chir as he ran his scaly tanned paw along the underside of the semi-hardened shaft of Skrin. He backed away.

"T...thank you," managed the professor as he pushed past the kobold to slip his robes back on with haste.

"You're quite welcome, though I must say you look much cuter when you aren't coated in fabric," said Chir as he got one last look at his professor's tail before it vanished along with much of his scales," why is it that the more renowned wizards get the more modest they get. If I were as well regarded as you I'd be rocking a deep V skin tight-"

"You've made your point Chir, I know full well that this outfit I'm made to wear is ridiculous. I know my position here is as tenuous because of my being a kobold. You don't have to avoid the issue, it's exactly the sort of thing I expect you're getting to, and your frown makes me think I'm right. Let me guess, there was going to be this big how to do about my early days in a tribal fishing village. You don't know me and besides my cock and my tongue you sure as hell don't know how I feel so save it young man," clothed again Skrin felt once again in charge. This was his student after all.

"Fine," said Chir, eyes taking on a more sincere menace rather than his overacted jubilance," I'll cut straight to the pitch."

"I will hear no such thing," said Skrin.

"Sex Magic was invented by kobolds," said Chir.

"I'll not hear another...what?"

"It's true."

"But how? The elves said-"

"The elves say many things, most of them false. Yours, or rather ours, was a far prouder kind in the early years of the world," said Chir.

"You can't possibly expect me to believe this, kobolds never invented a kind of magic," said Skrin with a tint of shame for reciting such a fact.

"Then why did the supposedly impossible to control magic go off without a hitch even while I scratched out the sigils? All while you were busy attempting to wildly fuck my chin into the ground. Thanks for the sore muzzle by the way," said Chir as he stretched his maw for a second.

"Sorry..and I suppose you're just good at it is all. You must have had practice," said the professor.

"I thought you said it was Sex Magic not masturbation magic?" teased the new lizard as he stuck out his forked tongue," I was a virgin before today. I just got what I did today from reading."

"Really?" said Skrin, incredulous.

"Yup. Now as to my reasoning, all the non-censored books on the topic went out of there way to mention its usage for every species capable of using magic except-" started Chir.

"Except kobolds? But why?" said Skrin.

"Simple, there's some sort of conspiracy at play, because the unapproved literature uses kobolds for almost every spell. Including the two I cast today, and both of them went off without a hitch. That's proof enough to me," said Chir.

"Okay okay, I'm at least interested by this train of thought. What are you after exactly?" said Skrin.

"Me? At the moment I'm just interested in seeing what Sex Magic can and cannot accomplish. So far it seems to be one of the more powerful schools. To a certain end I'm curious as to why it's been denied to kobolds. If we can get to the bottom of that then perhaps more kobolds could take up an interest in wizarding. Or if we're really lucky we could both turn ourselves into dragons."

"Wouldn't that be fantastical. This isn't some fantasy series you know, if...if we get caught this will have dire consequences for both of our careers," said Skrin.

"Oh I know, but think of the perks professor," said Chir with a his as he turned to show off his body one last time. Tail up, he made his way around the other side of the desk and up the stairs to his own. The satchel was still laying there along with his scrolls, each were signed with his new name. All pages were now covered in his new handwriting.

"I'm beginning to understand the perks it's just, you can't hide what you're casting from me. Ever. Do you under-" started Skrin as he walked behind him.

"DAMN IT!" shouted Chir.

"What?" asked Skrin.

"My new handwriting is utter rubbish, have a look at that," said Chir as he passed off his notes from the day to the professor before pulling a tight kobold sized school robe out of the bag.

"Where did you get that? Oh nevermind, this is rather atrocious. I'm not going to help you fix this with a spell though, serious experimentation only from now on, you understand? You can fix your handwriting with practice welp," said Professor Skrin.

"Ah there's that word again, keep using it, it's got a surprising appeal," said the student as he packed up his bag before walking downstairs.

"Oh really, you didn't seem to mind it very much during the whole ritual so I figured I might as well adopt it. Might even keep you from getting too cocky," said Skrin.

"Not a chance professor, but it might be a good way to put me in the mood if you decide you want to start dabbling in the sexy arts yourself," said Chir as he leaned over to pick up his old human robes to toss at the sigil. It burned them out of existence. No evidence. Even the sigil itself disappeared once he was done.

"Oh no, I think I'll settle for the role of supervisor for this whole experiment, you'd be wise to keep me informed though. I'll just see what I can learn about its origins. Us professors can get into the older wings of the library," said Skrin as he watched the last bits of fabric vanish on the wind. The room still reeked of sex to them, but they were the only ones at school with noses for it.

"Very well, now about any publishing we might do together," started Chir.

"75:25 my way for profits and my name gets listed as the primary writer, I'm sticking my neck out a lot farther than you are," said Skrin with a smile.

"My my Skrin, I didn't expect I'd be able to get you to fuck me a third time. It's a shame I didn't have a spell in mind to make use of that," said Chir with a grin," it's a deal as long as we get to renegotiate post grad."

"It's a date," teased back the professor," Now waddle along to your next class kobold, you don't want to be late do you?"

"Not at all," said Chir. Before opening the door he turned back and slipped up. Muzzle to muzzle against Skrin he went for a long and powerful kiss.

The professor did not protest.