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Recruitment

By Sovandar

Dietmar awoke, feeling rather groggy. What had he been drinking last night? He felt confused; this wasn't his room, he wasn't on his bed, he was still fully clothed...

He'd definitely been out on the town with a few friends. He didn't remember drinking *that* much... in fact, yes, that was it, he'd decided he'd had enough for the evening and gone to grab a taxi... had he got there? Had he been mugged?

It was very dark; he strained his eyes but couldn't see a window, or a door - but then he couldn't see very far at all, couldn't make out many features on the wall, nothing except a nearby picture of some kind. Beyond that, though, it was gloomy enough that even if there was a door somewhere, if it wasn't close by he could easily miss it.

Where the hell was he?

He felt in his pockets. No wallet; no keys; no mobile phone. His heart sank; waking up in a windowless room, missing his possessions, that probably meant, for whatever reason... he'd been kidnapped.

He stood, slowly, willing himself not to panic, and his head spun. It felt kind of like he was drunk, but he'd seen enough Hollywood B-movies to know that if he'd been kidnapped, it was probably a side effect from some knockout drug, rather than from a good night out.

"H...hello?" he said, not really expecting an answer. "Is anyone there?"

There was silence; he sighed. Maybe if he just felt along the wall, he could...

"Hello?" came a shaky whisper from somewhere nearby. Dietmar nearly hit the roof with surprise.

"Geez! Fuck!" he swore, recovering his composure, his heart racing.

"I'm sorry", said the other voice. "I didn't mean to scare you... but... is that creature still here?"

Dietmar took a quick step back so his back was to the wall. "Er... er... c...creature?" he said. Finding that there might be danger lurking in the darkness multiplied the terror of the situation tendfold.

"Something... I'm not sure, to be honest, I can't see a fucking thing... about half an hour back, I woke up, and there was this... thing, moving around, I couldn't tell what. It got close, and I lashed out; it hit back... then it ran off, I don't know where. I've been... sitting here in this corner... I've not d...dared move... when I heard you standing up, I thought it might be..." the voice trembled and fell silent.

Then the voice took a deep breath. "I don't think it's still here, but be careful, please, be careful, er... er... sorry, who're you? My name's Mark..."

"I'm Dietmar", Dietmar said. "I... I don't suppose you know where we are? Or how we got here?"

He knew what the answer would be before the other voice confirmed it. "Not a clue... last thing I remember... er... I'm not too sure... I needed to get to the airport, I was going on holiday... I guess I've missed the flight though..." There was a sound of a long, drawn-out sigh that very nearly became a sob. "My travel money and my passport, they're gone, and so is my pager."

Dietmar sighed. "My wallet and mobile, too..." he suppressed the urge to kick the wall; he felt a desperate need to either laugh, cry, or scream in rage at his predicament, and if there hadn't been another person present, he might have done so. They needed to work together if they wanted to get out of here, he knew that much immediately. They also needed some light.

"L..look..." he said, "We're not going to get anywhere if we can't see anything... I'm going to search around, it'd be really helpful if you could... well, help..." he trailed off. Would it be a good idea to start wandering this unknown area when there might be something lurking in the shadows, the same something that had assaulted Mark not long ago...?

He shuddered and considered the alternative of sitting on the floor for hours, terrified of an attack from the darkness at any moment. No, he needed to keep his mind occupied, or he'd lose it, he felt sure.

"O...okay... I guess..." Mark said, and there was a slight shuffling sound of motion. "Ohshit, ohshit, ohshit..." Mark started murmuring like a mantra.

Dietmar felt much the same, but somehow, and slightly absurdly, felt more scared that Mark might think him a coward, than scared of what lurked around him. Maybe it was just because the situation was too confusing, and so suddenly thrust upon him, he'd not had time to digest the shock yet... he felt quite oddly calm, actually.

His questing hands found the corner of the room, running suddenly and rather unexpectedly into brick. Damn; how far had he come? He started wishing he'd counted his paces, to get some idea of the dimensions of the place.

"Ah, found the corner..." he said, stopping. His shoulder brushed against something on the wall he'd been walking along; what was it?

Mark's muttering stopped; by the sound of it, Dietmar had been moving faster than him, and was catching up. "Oh... that's probably the corner where I just was... I didn't find anything near there..."

Dietmar felt around; on the wall he'd originally found, albeit quite close to the corner, there was a small, square panel, with what felt like a switch in it. A light, maybe?

"Which way around did you go? I've found something, I think it's a light switch."

"I went left... lights, really? I, er... er... look, there's something I should ask... do you... still have all your clothes?"

Dietmar was taken aback. "What? Um, yes, as far as I know..." he patted himself down to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. No; or at least, his coat was missing, but his usual shirt and jeans were still present. Although... "Well, I don't have any shoes... but yes, everything else except my coat. Why?"

"Er... er..." Mark began, sounding very flustered. "It's just that... I don't have any... Um... Do you need to turn the light on?"

Dietmar frowned. "Well, yes, we need the light... just cover yourself up, I won't look", he said, with slight irritation. Was this really a time to be worried about modesty?

A very unpleasant thought struck him. "Oh, crap! Did... did someone... do something to you...?"

Mark gave a slight yelp and rushed to cut Dietmar off. "Oh, no, no, nothing like that! I just... woke up without them. But... I, I was worried that someone might..." He trailed off, hesitantly.

Dietmar sighed. "Look, I'm going to try the switch... three, two, one..." he counted, aloud, to make sure Mark wouldn't be startled.

The switch gave a click as he pressed it, and the darkness abated suddenly, very slightly; around the room's periphery, several lightbulbs began to glow, softly. Energy-saving bulbs, by the looks of it; it might take a minute or two to reach full power. Which was probably good; even the dim light they already produced was hurting Dietmar's eyes a little, he needed the time to adjust.

He turned, quickly, suddenly wondering if some huge guard dog might be leaping out of the shadows now that he could see - but, there was none, only another human, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts. That, at least, was somewhat to Dietmar's relief; his first thought was that his companion would be entirely nude, which was a whole different level of awkwardness.

Mark was tall, a good three or four inches taller than Dietmar, and had a reasonably well-defined musculature despite a rather wiry appearance. His short-cropped hair was a fiery ginger hue, but though his skin was as pale as caricature demanded, Mark lacked the freckles that usually completed the image. Despite his relatively clothed state, he was trying to shield even his plain boxer shorts from view as the lights came on.

Dietmar's eyes didn't linger; he was examining the layout of the room more closely. There was a door on the far side of the room; metal, and sturdy by the looks of things, and with a sort of slide-back viewing hole, the sort of thing one would expect in a prison cell - which wasn't good at all.

There was another light switch on the wall beside it, and several electrical sockets around the room, but nothing else... what he'd originally thought was a picture must have been the viewing slot in the wall. Damn, he'd been looking right at the door and not realised what it was...

The room was carpeted, but otherwise lacked furnishings... no seats, tables, beds, not even a pile of rags. No obvious source of heat, either, but the room was reasonably comfortable, despite it being the depths of winter... underground, maybe? It would explain the lack of windows.

Presumably whoever put the pair of them here didn't intend to keep them here long?

"Right... there's not much to work with in here..." Dietmar started saying. But really, what had he expected to find that might get them out of here? Not much... but trying was better than doing nothing.

There was electricity in the room, though... could they wire the door to the mains somehow? But no, that would most likely get one or both of them electrocuted long before it hurt the kidnapper. And, now he thought about it, even if it worked it was quite likely to end up with them both stuck in here, and the kidnapper dead or unconscious on the other side of a locked door.

"...Any ideas, Ma..." he said, looking back at Mark. "Oh, crap, you're bleeding!" he exclaimed, as he suddenly realised that the pale skin on the man's shoulder was darkened by blood. The way Mark was turning and holding himself, he'd missed it on his earlier lightning-speed appraisal.

Mark nodded. "I said, I fought off some... some... I don't know, I just know it was small and bloody quick and had some fucking sharp teeth! It's not bad, just a scratch..."

Dietmar shook his head. "Don't try and be brave, let me see, it might need a bandage..."

Mark looked incredulous. "Bandage? What with?"

Dietmar didn't actually know, but it was a bit late to retract the comment without looking foolish. "Er... well, we can improvise something, if you need it..."

Mark seemed rather doubtful, but walked towards Dietmar, looking at his shoulder now that he had some light. "Er, it looks a lot worse than it feels, really..."

Dietmar took a close look. One jagged tear in the skin, fairly deep, but quite narrow; something sharp had done that. It looked like it'd bled quite heavily, to judge by the smears of dried blood across the shoulder, but it had stopped bleeding some time ago.

The scab were pretty thick, too; dark black, and very smooth. In fact, it didn't quite look like a scab, as such... Dietmar reached out and touched it, cautiously. Very smooth, almost like polished stone, more like... a scale?

Mark gave a gasp, and Dietmar snatched his hand back. "Sorry!" he exclaimed, "I didn't mean it to hurt..."

"No, no, it... it didn't..." Mark said, looking surprised. "It just, erm, itches..." He grabbed at his shoulder, scratching it, and trying to rub away some of the blood. "It feels really funny, actually..." He had an odd expression on his face for a moment, before he pulled away suddenly, turning, seeming embarrassed. "It's fine, really... er... I need to sit down for a while..."

Dietmar turned away, confused for a moment by what he'd seen. It didn't look like a normal injury, but it wasn't any sort of infection or disease he'd ever seen... weird.

"Look, you still sound a bit groggy..." Mark began, sitting back against the wall. "Why not let me keep watch for a bit, and you try and rest for a while, get it out of your system? I don't know what we got hit with, but it didn't leave me feeling too well."

"I'm going to have a look over the door, actually..." Dietmar said, frowning, feeling sure something was amiss. "You sure you're alright?"

Mark looked quite defensive for some reason, but also a little relieved. "Oh, okay. Um... yeah, I'll just rest back here, myself, for a bit.... Don't worry, it's nothing. I'm fine..."

Dietmar decided not to contradict Mark again, and instead he walked across to the large metal door. It didn't seem to be airtight, which was good; he didn't want to suffocate in here. It clanged as he gave a half-hearted push at it; there was some movement in the hinge, but it was clearly locked; he hadn't expected anything else. It looked pretty clean; he could smell the acrid smell of fresh oil on the hinge. Someone had prepared this, evidently, and kept the door well-maintained.

The viewing port was a sliding sheet of metal, and evidently controlled from the other side. It was probably designed to be hard to open from the inside; but Dietmar tried running his fingers along the smooth paintwork, trying to get enough friction to slide the plate back, even if only just enough to catch a glimpse of the other side.

There was a slight sound from the other side of the room, and Dietmar looked around. Mark was now sitting, cross-legged, facing the far wall with his back to the door. That seemed a bit odd in itself, but he was massaging his shoulder as if in pain, and breathing heavily.

Dietmar stepped over, slowly, with some degree of concern, and was about to ask what the matter was, when he spotted that Mark definitely wasn't in pain.

Mark was sitting at a slight angle to the wall, and Dietmar was approaching from one side as much as from behind - this was not the situation in which to sneak up behind someone! - and so he could see, once he'd approached a bit closer, how Mark's right hand seemed to be caressing the skin of his wounded shoulder, not massaging it as if it hurt. But Mark's left hand was pressing into his inner thigh, rubbing there, in a way that was very definitely not 'pained'... and the forming tent in his boxer shorts left little doubt.

"...Mark?!" Dietmar asked, shocked.

Mark jumped, his hands pulling away; he looked very definitely guilty. "Gaah! D...Dietmar..." he said, trying to cover his tented underwear. "I... I was just..."

Dietmar's jaw dropped as Mark's hand left the injured shoulder; there, where the scab had been earlier, was quite definitely something else now: scales. Brownish-grey, dusty-hued, and dark in colour; shiny as if polished. They faded into the skin and melded almost seamlessly, a patch about an inch wide.

"Holy crap..." Dietmar said, shocked, and frozen to the spot.

Mark blushed. "It... I don't know what it is... I just... when you touched them... it feels so... so good..."

Dietmar shook his head, unable to respond. They both waited frozen for several long moments.

"When... when you touched them... it felt... really nice", Mark continued after a few moments. "Could... could you... do that again?"

Dietmar took a step back. "No... Mark, there's something wrong with you, whoever put us in here, don't you see? You need to stop doing.... er, that!"

Mark stood up, his arousal evidently shrivelled. "It... itches, and... it feels really weird... It feels like it'll drive me mad if I don't scratch, but... please, when you did it, it felt okay again..."

Dietmar backed off a pace. "No! Definitely not, this is some sort of... experiment, game? I don't know, but don't..."

He continued stepping backwards, as Mark started to advance, an odd expression on his face. "M...Mark, stop, stop, concentrate, this isn't what..."

Dietmar backed into the wall, almost in the opposite corner to where he'd started. Mark, in another pace, was blocking his way out. "Mark, think, think!" Dietmar said, desperately.

"I... I..." Mark began, looking quite uncertain. He cradled his shoulder again, lightly brushing at the scales as if they were sensitive, and smiled. "I'd... like... please, just once, just quickly..."

Dietmar wavered. "Just once?" he asked; if it was just *once*, on the strictest understanding, then, maybe, if it'd calm Mark down a bit...

He hesitantly reached up his hand, but before he could say anything, Mark grabbed it by the wrist and pressed it firmly into his shoulder.

There was a faint crackle like electricity, like touching a battery, for just an instant, and then it was gone. The skin was hot, and the scales had an odd feel to them, like slick leather. They were smooth almost to the point of slipperiness... and, he realised with a start, he could feel them growing at his touch!

Mark gasped with surprise, but didn't let Dietmar's hand go, instead clasping his own grip tighter around Dietmar's wrist, almost to the point of pain. Dietmar tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't.

Dietmar saw the scales spreading past his fingers now, the skin cracking to reveal the new, smooth, reptilian skin below. "Mark! Mark, what's happening?!" he said, loudly.

"Oh, this feels... amazing!" Mark said, between gasps, and grunts. His grip slackened, and Dietmar took advantage of the opportunity to snatch his hand away, breaking the contact. His palm throbbed where it had touched Mark's skin...

...and he gave a surprised cry of his own as he saw a dusting of pale, bluish skin on the tips of his fingers! *In* his fingers!

"Gah! Holy... holy shit, what the fuck is...?!" Dietmar began, clasping his palm as if his hand had been severed. He clenched his fist... and the faint tingling sensation intensified, and felt... kind of good...

"What the fuck did you..." he started asking, his voice fading away. Mark was looking surprised, too, but he seemed quite a lot happier than he had been not long beforehand.

" I don't know... but, it feels good, doesn't it?" Mark said, his voice a breathy whisper.

Dietmar was startled again when Mark suddenly stepped closer still, pressing his nearly-naked body against Dietmar's... Dietmar could feel the other man's shaft, hardening, through the thin fabric of the boxer shorts, and Dietmar's jeans.

Dietmar's instinctive reaction was revulsion... but, the nice feeling from his hand got stronger, and he realised that actually, it wasn't as bad as he'd first thought....

Mark gave a moan, and nearly collapsed; Dietmar put a hand out to steady him, and again, the direct skin contact felt strange, tingling and crackling... and good.

Dietmar had momentarily forgotten the situation when Mark abruptly brought him back to reality by reaching down and giving his concealed shaft a grope through his jeans. This was getting out of hand!

"Whoa, whoa, Mark..." he began, feeling peculiar. "I'm not... like that, I don't... don't like men!"

"Neither do I..." Mark said, licking his lips. "But... touching you... makes me feel so... hot... and... I need more!" He groped again, as Dietmar feebly tried to back away, but was unable to move thanks to his still being trapped in the corner. "Huh... you're not enjoying it?" Mark said, more confused than anything.

"Wait... stop... this isn't right, something happening to us..." Dietmar protested, weakly.

Mark didn't seem to be listening. "Touch seems to make it happen..." He paused, considering, one hand idly rubbing his erect maleness through his boxers. "So let's see if I can't help you... two birds with one stone!"

Dietmar felt abruptly ambivalent as Mark's groping hand unzipped his fly in a quick motion. He knew what Mark was after.... and all of a sudden he was wondering if it was such a bad thing after all.

The moment's hesitation was all Mark needed, and a hand snaked inside Dietmar's jeans, and clasped around his flaccid cock. Dietmar gasped, feebly trying to push Mark away... but he felt that strange sense of energy, of connection, again - the strange, pleasant tingle filling his nether regions instead of just his skin. He gave a small whimper, suddenly unable to muster the willpower to resist Mark's advances.

While Mark fumbled with the waistband of his underwear to bring the soft shaft into the open, Dietmar examined his hand, still engulfed in a vaguely surreal sense of shock. What was going on?

The skin had started, in places, to crack open into scales, much like Mark's had; but these scales were off-blue in colour, a pale sea-green hue, delicate, and deliciously sensitive. They were like nothing he'd ever seen before... and they looked good, he thought.

He panted slightly, half-excited, half-afraid, as Mark dropped to a kneeling position, realising what the other male had in mind. "Hrmph", Mark snorted, massaging the soft maleness, "You should be... enjoying yourself..."

Dietmar noticed that where Mark had touched, the skin on his cock seemed to have changed colour; a slightly sickly green hint had started to appear on the skin. "Mark..." he began, his voice trembling slightly. "My skin... look, it's... it's..."

Mark grinned. "It feels great, doesn't it?"

And with that, he leant forward and sucked Dietmar's off-colour shaft into his mouth.

Dietmar gave a loud yelp as a sensation like an electric shock ran through him; the same intense energetic shiver as before, but this time he felt it directly through the skin of his shaft as Mark's warm maw engulfed him.

It was the best feeling he could remember ever experiencing.

Mark gave a loud, surprised-sounding moan at the same moment; Dietmar wondered if Mark's tongue and teeth were being zapped by the same thrilling sensation... but he'd bet it wasn't as good as this! His cock started to harden, quickly, as an intense, deep-rooted arousal started to course through him.

Dietmar leaned back against the wall, relishing the feel of his stiffening shaft in a hot, wet orifice; it didn't much matter any more that it was another male sucking him. He tried to ignore the sounds of Mark - so he presumed - pulling his own boxer shorts aside and taking his hands to his own shaft. He felt aroused, but not *attracted* to Mark, just... too horny to care? Yeah, that was probably it... he told himself.

He was distracted as he realised his cock felt weird, *really* weird. He looked down; Mark's head was rather in the way now, as were Dietmar's jeans, still fastened around his waist, but around the base of his shaft, Dietmar could definitely make out a deeper, blue-green shade of skin instead of his usual fleshy tone; his cock was changing, but to what?

Rather more interesting to him immediately was Mark's face; his lips had darkened to the same brown-grey shade as his shoulder, and scales were starting to form all around his mouth; and, his nose seemed to be pushed out from his face in an odd way... Dietmar could feel the jawbones snapping and popping as they shifted into a new configuration.

Mark didn't seem pained by it, though; in fact, to judge by the way he was moaning around his mouthful of meat, while his hands stroked his erect shaft ever-faster, he was having the time of his life!

Dietmar put a hand down to stroke the top of Mark's changing head, but to his consternation, doing so sent strands of red hair flying from Mark's scalp, scales instead growing rapidly to replace them where his fingers brushed the skin.

Dietmar wasn't sure why, but seeing Mark's body change - and feeling Mark suck harder suddenly, evidently enjoying the feeling very much - turned him on, all the more. The sense of power was palpable, even if its origin was mysterious to him.

He grabbed at Mark's ears, gently, massaging the skin gently as it flaked away... the ears melted into the side of Mark's head, leaving only reptilian earholes instead, and as he ran his fingers up over Mark's head, he felt the shifting of bone on the scalp, as what seemed to be a pair of short horns started to emerge from the skin... but behind them were another small pair, and another, all of which rapidly stopped growing, leaving a trail of bony ridges starting on the top of Mark's head, and running backward down his neck.

He huffed, suppressing a moan as he stroked under Mark's chin, feeling the jaw start to elongate into a muzzle. He felt the points of sharp teeth graze his cock, but it didn't hurt... if anything, it felt even better!

Mark's hands returned the exploration, detaching from his own maleness and reaching up to unfasten the buckle on Dietmar's jeans; with a slight fumble, and without moving his head or interrupting his sucks on the shaft in his lengthening muzzle, he managed it; Dietmar's legs were bared as his jeans and underwear fell away.

His legs felt weak, and he happily let Mark guide him as he slowly slid down against the wall, until he sat on the floor, taking great care not to force his cock from Mark's wonderful, hungry maw. His eye wandered down mark's changing body; the lanky youth's skin was half-covered in scales, now, with the scales on his belly and chest slightly larger, thicker, and a slightly paler colour than the dark scales elsewhere on his body. Dietmar could see the tips of claws slowly emerging from under Mark's fingernails as his unusually-long tongue wrapped around Dietmar's cock.

Dietmar checked his own hand; the skin had changed colour slightly, and a few more scales had appeared; but his changes were going nowhere near as fast as Mark's. For an instant, he felt relieved; but then he felt envious, deeply envious.

Mark gave a sound like a purr around Dietmar's maleness, and using his newly-clawed hands, grasped the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them away from him, snapping the elastic and bearing himself properly; Dietmar was startled to see a short length of tail spring free, and start waving in the air behind Mark, languidly thickening and lengthening as its owner continued his work.

Scales covered Mark in his entirety now, and he looked less like a human and more like some kind of... well, Dietmar had some experience of the role-playing game Dungeons and Dragons, and Mark looked just like one of the monsters from that game - a Kobold - and Dietmar was finding it hard not to find that erotic, for reasons he couldn't fathom!

"Oh... Ah..." he grunted, the intensity of the feeling of the reptilian snout sucking his shaft nearly overwhelming him. "Mark... you look so... sexy..." he said, his mind fuzzy and his voice overwhelmed.

Mark's eyes, slitted and almost predatory, opened and swivelled up to look at him; Dietmar thought there was a delighted twinkle in them, inhuman though they were. Mark's cock throbbed, and a bead of preseed appeared on the head... as it, too, started to change, losing its human definition, the skin retreating, leaving the length slicker, more tapered...

Mark shifted his position, hauling Dietmar's legs over his shoulders, and kneeling low, his mouth never leaving Dietmar's cock for an instant. Dietmar was pushed back into the corner, with even less leverage and leeway than before. Mark trembled for a moment, slurping at Dietmar's shaft, before Dietmar felt something rub against his exposed backside, something wet and slick and hot...

Mark's maleness, probing around for his ass!

Now that, he didn't think he wanted... but as he started trying to struggle, Mark's long tongue wrapped all the way around Dietmar's cock and started to stroke it up and down, all the while lapping away at the preseed the altered manhood must be leaking.

Dietmar's resolve weakened; struggling would mean breaking off the wonderful sensations from the lower parts of his slowly-changing body. Why not let Mark have his fun, after all? It might not be *so* bad...

He relaxed slightly, and thought of Mark's tapered, reptile shaft... and he decided, actually, he *did* want to feel it inside him, touching him deep inside, changing him faster, harder...

The tapered tip pressed against his entrance, Mark nearly bending in half with snakish flexibility... and Mark shuddered, suddenly, moaning loudly around Dietmar's shaft, and Dietmar felt a spurt of hot, sticky seed splatter against his rear end. The liquid burned almost like fire as it hit him, the pleasant feel of changing intensifying tenfold; far beyond even the tingling touch of Mark's muzzle on his shaft, it felt like a sexual fire had been lit underneath him, a burning erotic need that only that seed could sate...

He joined Mark in a moan as the reptilian male jabbed his spasming, cumming shaft forward, and it slid easily past Dietmar's cum-slickened pucker. More seed spurted, this time inside Dietmar's body, and he nearly collapsed with the increasingly powerful sensation of his transformation.

Mark thrust into Dietmar again and again, more and more seed shooting from his shaft... more than seemed reasonable, in fact... and, Dietmar realised, the ex-human was shrinking! Mark had already lost nearly a foot in height, and the muzzle clamped around Dietmar's maleness grew tighter and tighter. His breathing was staccato with the intensity of his seemingly unending orgasm.

Deep blue skin was spreading out from Dietmar's rear end, rapidly filling in with scales as he was filled with kobold seed, catalysing his transformation. He felt a nub of a tail sliding out of the base of his spine, with a hard, bony tip like a rattlesnake's... appropriate, considering the way it snaked along the floor, between the other, shrinking male' legs; his half-changed hand started to grow claws from four fingers, as the remaining pinky finger started to shrivel away.

The sensations were so intense it felt like he might pass out at any moment, but something was holding him back from cumming! All he could do was ride the changes out, and hope...

He felt his chest and stomach bulking up and swelling as his body started to change shape more considerably, and could not dent his enthusiasm despite the ominous cracking sounds from his rib cage. There was a pattern to it, he realised; with each squirt of seed into him, Mark shrank a little more towards kobold proportions, and Dietmar grew!

He felt long strands of his brown hair begin to slide free from his head as he gasped and, despite meaning to moan with pleasure, managed only a hiss instead, flexing his bulkier chest as his shirt split down the middle and his three-clawed toes tore through his socks, leaving him naked save for a few final shreds of his clothing.

His fingers grew longer, flaps of webbed skin starting to grow between them; he was confused at first, but the new skin was oh-so-sensitive, he could feel every breath of air in the room, the sensation alien yet indescribably delicious...

He was nearly half as large again as he had been by now, and his thighbones were starting to stretch into a new shape, too, along with his hips and ankles; his feet lengthened into a digitigrade stance, forcing him to lie back. Mark had nearly halved in height, meanwhile, and was still shrinking rapidly and still cumming, hard. His grunts around the enlarging member in his maw sounded increasingly desperate, and his thrusts seemed almost panicked, It made for a quite comical sight, the small kobold sitting on his lengthening tail, happily dominating a much larger, half-human, half-dragon-like creature... but, Dietmar, thought, so incredibly arousing.

His changes seemed to accelerate as his mind twisted further, accepting and desiring what was happening; his tail's bony tip grew further, and he realised, it was not a rattlesnake's tail, but a scorpion's stinger that tipped it now, one he could feel filling with deadly, potent venom. New sets of alien muscles started to grow across his chest, and bulk up underneath the thickening layer of large, flat scales that were a slightly darker colour than the rest of him, like staring into deep water in a shallow lagoon. His hands distorted further, his fingers so long it was hard to use them, and still they were growing, the webbing filling in the gaps to the very tips, and more skin flaps starting to grow under his arms... like wings, he realised with a start. His arms were becoming wings!

He felt his face start to stretch outward, and something on the back of his head pressed hard against the wall; horns, it seemed, growing silently from his scaly skull. His arms lengthened further, becoming more and more recognisable as wings, as his torso lost the last of its humanoid definition, becoming primal, animalistic... a wyvern, he thought they were called. His tail had grown to nearly four feet in length, dwarfing the kobold who was a mere two and a half feet tall, and still shrinking, albeit more slowly! The cock buried inside him, and the volume of seed it produced, were less and less satisfying in his new, larger body; and he was so close to the edge, he thought, as his crocodilian muzzle extended, reaching six inches, seven, eight...

Mark's small maw wasn't quite enough to engulf the wyvernhood like it had been, but as the kobold finally stopped cumming, he wrapped his small arms right around the base of the massive member, and squeezed, stroking the rigid rod with his scaly body even as he sucked on the tip hard...

Dietmar was pushed beyond his limit, and he gave a deafening roar as his shaft erupted, a huge load of dragonseed shooting into the startled kobold's muzzle and leaking copiously from the sides, before Mark coughed and gasped for air, releasing the tip from his small, abused maw; a small fountain of wyvern cum jetted over the small body, covering him from head to foot, as he withdrew his small member from the large wyvern's rear and hugged and licked the spewing shaft while Dietmar writhed helplessly in the throes of intense transformative pleasure.

Mark was so good to him, yes. Markster was kind. He liked doing what Mast-k-er wanted, it made him feel good... wait, what was he thinking? He wondered idly for a moment before the thought melted away; why worry about strange thoughts of not being his master's loyal ally and even lover, when Master was here, taking care of him right now?

Dietmar's cock stopped spurting his seed slowly, the flow ebbing to a trickle, then finishing altogether, leaving Mark dripping with the musky fluid, but evidently quite happy with his predicament.

"Oh, wow..." he said, licking his lips. "That was intense! Never... never done anything like that with a man before... we'll have to do this again sometime!" He paused, as if thinking, as if struck by sudden inspiration, or remembering something. "Ah, but only if you're good, and do as you're told! You hear? Be a good boy, and you'll get rewarded!"

"Grrrrwarrr", replied Dietmar, nodding solemnly. Of course he'd obey his Master; what else would he do?

* * *

Somewhere nearby, the pair of kobolds looked up at each other as they both heard the roar that shook the building.

"Whoa! Damn, they were quicker than I thought..." said one, sighing dejectedly. "Guess I owe you fifty."

He produced a handful of money, and his colleague had snatched it away almost the moment it'd left his pocket.

"See, told you I'd made it much more efficient... and you should know better than to bet against me by now!" said the other, sticking his tongue out at the impoverished kobold.

The original kobold shrugged. "Not like I can't afford it." Then he grinned and clapped his hands. "Now, we should give them another minute or two to get better acquainted with their new forms and mindsets... then, I think, we'd best send them to the training ground. We need all the Wyvern Riders we can make..."