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Gonz awakens in the middle of her sleep to the crying of her newest child. The sorceress, kobold, and mother slides out of her bed, scratching her tummy as she hobbles over towards its little nest. She coos the creature to sleep, the veil of sleepiness still over her eyes. It is during this time that the priestess, the sorceress, the mother, thinks about things. Her life had been so good so far, and her dragon-blooded progeny has proven to her the favor her new goddess shows, but she wonders about something she missed, of a life long-forgotten.

"You know, little one," Gonz says, cooing as she pets her baby, "You have someone who would make for a good uncle," she says. "He's always been a good friend. Always hanging out with me, a loser, chubby virgin boy."But, I wonder... what exactly happened to my best bro...? What happened"

She places her baby down and calls out into the hall. One of her acolytes, a priestess in training, scurries into the room. "Take care of my children for me."

"Very well, priestess Gonz," she says, giving her a quick bow.

As Gonz passes her, she stops, and says. "Do you... do you know where I may find the less-desired men?"

High up and out of the way, no-bolds-land is a place that Gonz had been intimately familiar with in her younger years. She recalls the games of cards and the swapping of pornography from the human town outside, and in pretty much every one of her memories, Rahzo was there.

She steps through, still in her white night garment. It hides the faded ritual markings from the previous day, but a few peek through, along with the tantalizing view of her other womanly charms.

As she travels deeper into this den of the least desirable, she can't help but feel that she is being followed, for she can sense it in her loins. The goddess Xasandra beckoning her to her priestly duty.

She looks over her shoulder, fluttering her eyes. "Who thinks they can sneak up on Gonz, priestess of fertility? Sorceress of the tribe?

A hissing growl responds to her from the shadows. Large, kobold eyes glow, the body just outside her vision.

The priestess reaches up and undoes the gown, letting it drop down a bit, teasing her breasts for the figure. "I come searching for someone. If you can help me, I will reward you with my body."

"Sssslluuuut..." the voice growls from the darkness.

"Excuse me!?" Gonz says, pulling her gown back up. "That is not how you act to your sorceress. Step out now, and I'll consider being merciful to you."

The kobold eyes rise up, higher and higher, and the figure possessing them steps out of the shadows.

She gasps, stepping back and falling onto her butt, her gown yanking down, her breasts slipping free.

Looking down to her is a creature fall taller than a kobold, but with the gangly, thin features of one. It leans forward, crawling on its knuckles due to the low height of the chamber, its tail long, spiked, dragon-like. In fact, this creature very well looks like someone's attempt at making a dragon from a kobold's point of view.

"I... I'm a servant of Xasandra!" Gonz says. "Do something to me, and you'll invoke her ire."

The dragon snorts, leaning its head in, snorting and causing the rest of her grown to blow around. She reaches to cover up, but the dragon grabs her arm with a long, clawed hand. "You just wanted a better self image, you said. You just wanted to not hate yourself. Well, I should have known better."

"W... what are you...?" she asks.

"The goat-headed merchant," he started, "told me what would happen. Said I should swap the scrolls and see that it would reveal your true self, and you did."

Her eyes begin to water at the sight of this impressive, oppressive beast. "K... Kor? Bro?"

"I was a bro to a shy, cute boy." He growls. "But you're not him anymore. The merchant told me when the time was right, I was to take you."

"Take me where?" Gonz asks, scrawling out arcane sigils onto the dirt behind her.

The dragon reaches with his other hand, pulling the clothing away, exposing her body entirely before him. "Take you..."

"Y... yeah?" Gonz says, feeling the warmth of her goddess's blessing upon her. "Well, what if I give, instead of take? Will that mess up your plans, ya big dork?"

"Give?"

"Y-yeah, bro." She says, fluttering her eyes. "What's the matter? You'd rather take some than get some?"

He snarls, shaking his head. "I... I guess that works" he says."

"Magic..." she whispers. "You're being controlled."

"No one controls me, temple whore!"

"And that's not the Rahzo I know. Here..." she says, spreading her legs. "Let me do you a favor and show you what you're doing wrong."

The thing that was her best bud snorts once more and lets go of her, but she does not move, staring him dead in the eyes as she uses her elbows to hold herself up. "Our bond is stronger than some stupid transformative magic. I know I forgot about you for awhile, but it's about time I give you some action... no homo, of course."

The dragon roars, shaking the entire warren, but soon he climbs upon her. A long, thick shaft emerges from between his legs, practically covering and crushing her already. But the priestess wraps her arms and legs around the impressive thing and kisses at it, letting her tongue roll out, comforting and stimulating the creature he had become all at the same time.

The former friend pants, grunting as he feels her touch upon him. "T... this is... more from the... the slut!"

"Dude..." she says, her hands rubbing around the underside of his shaft. "The two of us were sluts for a long, long time. We just happened to both be virgin sluts until right now.