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Deviant in Dungeon

Marigold's Merry Gold

By Von Krieger

Marigold Bellwether was an absolutely fantastic bard.

It was a shame that she greatly disliked being a bard. She was supposed to be an evil overlord, dammit! That's what she'd been promised.

Long ago in another life she'd gotten a visit from Truck-Kun, the Reaper of Souls that delivered reborn heroes into the realms that needed them. Delivered them via being one of those big fucking trucks that people that had issues with power/height/the size of their genitals and were compensating by making up for the lack of dong with an infusion of Dodge. Then of course ramming into them at ludicrous speed.

Except that Mari had survived. Only a few days, but it was long enough.

She'd been made an offer. A fantastical realm had "summoned" her with the intent of her being a great hero, fighting the forces of darkness, bringing peace to the harried lands, blah blah blah insert even more nausea-inducing idyllic crap here. And their method of doing so was ripping her out of her old life, destroying it, and effectively forcing her into some kind of magically-compelled servitude.

The dark being came to her with an offer that she had accepted. Her body had been pulverized and she was looking at years of surgeries and rehabilitation to get back even a fraction of what she'd had. The being's alternative?

Instead of the realm's hero-servitor, she would be its destroyer.

She had gleefully accepted out of vengeance and spite, she would tear the kingdom apart and invoke a reign of terror as the Evil Overlord of the land. Skull throne, legions of terror, armies of darkness, and so on and so forth.

Except that The System kept tempting her away from all that was dark and sinister.

Kind of.

This was a world where RPG mechanics were real, and what was more, just about everything that Mari recalled from her previous world had some kind of parallel. Every race, every class, every spell, every magic item.

And for some reason the people of the realm didn't really get concepts like character optimization or min-maxing.

Mari did, which was how she had gotten herself into her current predicament.

Sure, she could've gone with Dark Necromancer as her starting class, but that was a mere uncommon grade class. Her dark patron had given her a much more powerful option, as it turned out that she had been brought into the service of the Gaunt Harrier, this world's Draconic god of Death. The Epitaph Speaker of the Gaunt Harrier gave her all the spells and casting power that a mere Dark Necromancer had, but also combined it with the massive AoE buffing and debuffing potential that would greatly augment her Army of Darkness.

Except that it turned out that she had better options than an Army of Darkness. Bardsong usually had a limited duration that it could be used, and though there were various ways to extend that time, and in some cases effectively make it permanent, there were so many options that allowed one to exchange the uses in order to power other things.

Like spells.

And things that powered up spells.

Mari didn't remember her name from her old world, but she did remember damned near everything about the video games and tabletop games that she'd gleefully spent her life playing, blissfully unaware that she had been destined to have that life ripped away from her.

Nestled in an old half-breed expansion splatbook had been her key to unlimited power, insert Sith tickle fingers here, that had gotten nerfed into the ground when the revised book rolled around.

She had unlimited Bardsong, so long as the thing she used that effect on shared some kind of bloodline connection to her. It didn't have to be a familiar, merely sharing one of the myriad ancestry tags if you were a humanoid, or something so broad as being a plant or an animal.

She'd sought to optimize that, as her selection while she'd drifted in the void, creating her "character" so long ago had been chosen to maximize just how many things she could apply her Bardsong-fueled spells to.

Humans and Elves were amongst the most numerous of the fantasy races. Being able to freely cast everything in her arsenal on any [Human], [Elf], or [Half-Elf] meant that she'd have unlimited magical resources with which to mow down the bulk of pesky adventurers that sought to bring an end to her reign of terror.

And of course she'd picked options that would allow her to maintain unlimited buffs on her minions. So of course she'd picked a way to count as Undead without actually having to be one. But there were so many customization options for minions that WEREN'T Undead, and with her broken build she could squeeze in all the big categories, and that was where she'd gone wrong.

It had started simply enough with animals. Pets were a staple of fantasy games, and there were so many ways to tweak and empower them. Amongst her favorites in her tabletop days was an ability that allowed certain summons to be alternate, plant-form versions of their normal selves. Replacing flesh and skin with wood and bark made them incredibly durable, rapidly healing, and with greatly increased physical stats all round. And that was before you took into account things like special senses that made it harder to sneak up on them, unparalleled stealth capacities in wooded areas, and a handful of innate nature-themed spells.

So Plants had made the list, and then because her creations were wooden anyways, she'd added constructs onto the pile via a Frankenstein-ian option that blurred the lines between construct and undead.

Her Army of Darkness had been doomed the moment she'd chosen that, because rather than reanimating corpses she animated copses. That is to say that due to the linkages in her abilities, she was able to treat animals, plants, constructs, and undead as the same thing.

Dead trees were so much easier to find than dead bodies and people complained way less about them.

She'd burst into a town with her precisely sculpted squad of topiary animal looking minions with the intent to lay siege and take over, only she'd had the misfortune of arriving during a goblin raid. So rather than be held in terror as their conqueror, she was instead welcomed as their heroic liberator.

And it would be so awkward to ruin their delighted moods by stating that no, she was in fact here to conquer them and so on and so forth.

One thing led to another, and Mari had somehow amassed quite the heroic adventuring career beneath her. Which was how she'd ended up out in what was effectively the middle of nowhere with a raid-scale troupe of adventurers.

The Tangle was a massive, ancient dungeon complex that was greatly distant from the populated areas of the Nameless Kingdom and that made it a greatly-desired piece of real estate for all the would-be villains, dark lords, and demon kings.

The complex had been added onto over the centuries by so many different creatures from so many different cultures that it had kind of become its own thing. An ever-shifting labyrinth filled with monsters and wonders from all kinds of areas. Which of course brought the adventurers and thus had brought Marigold.

Despite her potential power, Marigold stayed in the background as best she could. She didn't want the true scope of her overpowered build to be known. After all, the more the heroes knew about her abilities, the more they'd be able to think up counters to them in preparation for her potentially going rogue.

She kept her plant-y minions to a mere half-dozen and purposefully downplayed what she could do. And even so, it was apparent that she was amongst the most powerful out of the adventuring company she'd been contracted to support. Even limiting her spellcasting and Weapon Arts to the scale of a Rare class rather than her full Legendary might, her sheer versatility gave her a level of power that few others could match.

Which was why she'd started avoiding combat in favor of doing as little as possible. Which was why she was out of her nice, cozy extradimensional space with its comfy bed and comfy sofa and comfy chair where she could poke through her system options and plot out her future build (and also plot her sinister plots for when she properly went Evil Overlord, of course) and squinting at a worn pocket watch that had been a gift from one of the villages she'd rescued.

Camping in the Tangle was ill advised, as the constantly shifting nature could mean that you were pulled ever deeper and deeper into its unchartable depths and quickly find yourself out of your depth. The dungeon had some kind of rudimentary capacity for differentiating adventurers from dungeon residents, and sleeping in the dungeon made it treat you as if you were a resident that was supposed to be there rather than an invading adventurer seeking riches and glory.

Of course that didn't make it safe. Not all the dungeon's various masters had been on the same side, after all, and they wanted defenses against the other dungeon denizens just as much from crusading heroes. But as long as you didn't sleep in it, the dungeon's shifting tended to have signs well in advance that you could stay away from those areas.

And thus camping on the surface meant that Mari could do her job.

A little spell to double the volume of her Bardsong, a spoken magic word to turn her specially crafted flute into one of its alternate forms. A big deep breath. An activation of her Bardsong ability, and then an additional burning of more of her infinite reservoir to assure that the effects would last for as long as they were needed. And then…

RIIIIIICOOOOOLAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Buried in one of those old gamebooks had been the Alphorn, a perfectly mundane instrument that allowed a Bard to make her Bardsong's area of effect span literal miles. Combined with a twice-boosted spell to increase that volume and the addition of a prestige class ability that ruthlessly took advantage of the Nameless Kingdom's complete transparency between all magical effects, Mari's momentary reference to a cough drop commercial from decades in her past in her old life empowered adventurers readying themselves to delve at the exact moment the clock ticked over to noon.

That was shortly followed up by two repetitions of the bassline from "Seven Nation Army."

Welp, that was her daily duty accomplished. Time to slip back into her Pocket Realm to have lunch and plot dastardly deeds that she may or may not ever get around to carrying out.

She'd applied two 24-hour buffs to who knows how many adventurers, and she'd done so with less than thirty seconds of effort.

This was the whole reason that Mari had been hired for this expedition. One toot to bolster the courage of the delvers and give them a boost to their weapon-wielding capacities, and then the second to give the gift of Dragonsong's Fire, imbuing each adventurer with the capacity to wreath their weapons in eldritch fire that was also half-song. Thus providing the most and least widely resisted elemental damage types.

Her ears still ringing from having made a sound so loud that it could still be faintly heard 40 miles away, Mari didn't hear a thing. Which was by design, of course. The spell cast upon her had been one of Silence, completely taking both her Bardsong and spellcasting capabilities out of the picture. Oh, and prevent her from calling for help, of course.

A pair of titanic scaly paws reached out of the illusory wall behind her and scooped the bard up in a grip that a human-sized creature would use for catching a moth unharmed with the intent to carry it outside and release it. Except with the opposite intent.

And rather than the "moth" shedding dust, it was the captor that provided the powder.

-o-

Epidismaterix was a peaceful dragon, for the most part. It wasn't out of a sense of justice, righteousness, benevolence, or anything like that. It was just that going out to burninate the countryside, kidnap princesses, or steal treasure required a whole lot of time and effort. Time that would be spent outside of his nice, cozy lair where he would have to actually pay attention to his surroundings rather than his Magenet-connected crystal ball.

Why should he have to bother flitting to and fro like some kind of titanic migratory bird when magical mail services existed? After all, he could sit around all day indulging his favorite hobbies and with a gesture and a few spoken words he could send off a pile of neatly packed and logged slightly-cursed magical items for sale on the Magenet where he knew they would be appreciated. Or if not appreciated, at least tolerated.

He wasn't sure why such things weren't commonplace. It was more cost effective to twist in some kind of negative magical effect to counterbalance the positives in both materials and mana expenditure, and his amusing little effects were never truly dangerous on their own.

Thus he undercut the competition by providing Fulgurite Rings that made the wearer behave like a vulgar lout in exchange for complete immunity to damage from electricity, Tiaras of Seductive Charm that required the wearer to engage in a lewd act each day before they would work, and his oddly popular best seller, Belts of Stamina that made a few minor physical alterations to the wearer the framework of which he'd copied from a cursed girdle.

He'd looked up the answer once. Something involving sexual dimorphism and social constructs and blah blah blah. That was something that creatures who weren't dragons had to deal with. After all, dragons were the universal standard for beauty and sexuality, after all. Which was why literally everything could breed with them.

And for the past few days his blissful life of watching dramas, scrying throughout the ruins for anything that might be interesting, reading fiction, building and decorating his minis, and the occasional taking a peek at the erotic images he'd saved on his crystal ball from various sources and the accompanying wank session had been violently interrupted with the loudest, most cacophonous noises.

What kind of a being stood right on your doorstep and blew an instrument so loud that it could no doubt be heard across the entire breadth of an entire duchy day after day at the buttcrack of noon?

He'd used his crystal ball to take a good long look at the particularly noisy adventurer and it seemed that they were something of kindred spirits. She came out of her extradimensional lair, tooted her horn, and then returned to her lair with less than a minute's effort spent.

Sure, he supposed she could have things in there that allowed transport to other locales, but she hadn't used any of them when Epidismaterix had been watching. Mostly she read books, took down notes, fiddled with her System windows, and did erotic things with quite the collection of well-crafted wooden phalluses, an occasional mechanical device, or most interesting of all some particularly cunningly engineered plants.

Somehow she'd even managed to get the System to recognize her as an undead, a plant, an animal, and a construct without actually quite being any of those things. Well, technically most humanoids fell under the Animal Kingdom on the phylogenetic tree, but due to their more robust souls and intellectual capacities they had their own category for magical effects.

This made her the perfect test subject for one of his special projects. Using chaos magic in one's works always yielded results that were impossible to predict and Epidismaterix often found inspiration in that randomness.

His various products in the InstaMinion line were amongst his biggest sellers amongst the more monstrous populations in the Nameless Kingdom, the InstaKobold products being his biggest seller with other dragons. It took effort to seek out a Kobold tribe, wrangle them back into your lair, and then get them set about to properly serving and worshipping you. So making your own from scratch with store-bought magical items was on the rise amongst Dragonkind.

He'd accidentally mixed up some pre-made reagents between his InstaKobold project and his gaming miniature printer once. Sure, you could cast your minis out of metal, but not everybody was a fire-aligned dragon who had a crucible on-hand, wood didn't hold details as well, and most stones were too brittle for frequent use. Pliable, plant-based resins proved to be the best options, as they could be used with molds the way metal did, but at far lower temperatures and they were also able to handle a great deal of wear and tear.

So he'd accidentally made an Eka-Latex InstaKobold collar. The problem was that it was one of his experimental collars used as the base, and that required a creature who was classed as a humanoid, a plant, and a construct.

And he'd been meaning to cast a new toy, as his current cumdumpster had been infused with so much magic by virtue of being the recipient of so many draconic discharges and repair spells that it was on the verge of developing some innate chaos effect of its own due to the residual magic left behind.

Oh sure, the adventurers would be incensed at the loss of their buff-bot, but it wasn't like they'd be able to figure out the mechanism to opening his front door. No one else had in the 300 years since he'd taken up residence in the Tangle. And even then it would only work on Moon's Days. They wouldn't know she was gone until she missed the daily buff blast a little less than 24 hours from now.

He'd taken precautions, adventurers were a tiny, but tricky lot after all. A field of Silence to negate Bardsong, an Antimagic Field for any potential supernatural nastiness, and of course he'd thoroughly rubbed his forepaws with the special blend of draconic seasoning that he used to flavor his meals. Humanoids considered the stuff a cursed item in and of itself, despite it being an only slightly magical blend of herbs and spices.

Welp, there he was, back in his lair right and proper rather than in one of the corridors. Time to get to work on his latest toy.

Epidismaterix got himself settled in and used a wing to nudge the mug of his favorite beverage closer to where he reclined atop his hoard. A Pitcher of Endless Fluids was quite the find, particularly one that had apparently been used by some kind of roaming doctor or apothecary, as this one was filled with all kinds of interestingly flavored beverages. He'd managed to get a mix just right using a lot of carbonated water, a love potion that had no chance of affecting a creature so large as Epidismaterix for sweetness, and a thick shockingly blue syrup that was some kind of unnatural male enhancement.

He hadn't thought that it would affect him, as things meant for far smaller beings should have no effect, but he literally drank buckets of the stuff every day and had been doing so for a few years before he noticed that his dragonhood had increased in length, girth, and volume to such a degree that was not compatible with the normal rate for a growing dragon.

It was likely the main culprit behind his having to drain himself a dozen or so times every day, with the Demonic Diadem of the Slothful Archmagus he wore on one of his horns to boost his capacity for spellcasting. It was a little bit annoying, but he was too used to having the bubbly blue beverage on hand as well as the versatility that the abyssal artifact allowed his spell repertoire. How other dragons managed to go through life with scarcely a few dozen different spells to call upon he would never know.

Okay, everything was set up.

Time to get to work!

-o-

It took Mari a moment to realize that she'd been abducted. One moment she had returned her Alphorn back to its much easier to carry flute state at the second layer's base camp at the Tangle and the next she'd been in complete silence, unable to cast, in complete darkness, her entire respiratory system in complete and utter rebellion.

She couldn't move, she could hardly think, and her body was locked into instinctual automatic motions of trying to purge a particular offensive dusty substance from her mucus membranes. It had been a particularly vile concoction that had completely bypassed her formidable defenses and had been so debilitating that she'd completely and utterly forgotten that she could end literally any debilitating condition with a small amount of purely mental effort.

[Surging Silverwood Core]!

Though the aroma of the stuff still remained and an uncomfortable amount of tears, drool, and mucus had built up on and in her face, the actual burning and stunlocking effects of the substance had been eliminated. What remained wasn't a concentrated enough dose to affect her a second time, though it did tingle and burn a little bit.

Mari had been grabbed by some kind of titanic creature, probably a dragon due to the complete silence and utter lack of magic that she was surrounded by. She'd never prepared for this contingency. After all, who the hell expected something at least an order of magnitude larger than you to be able to flawlessly sneak up on you?

And she'd also run into the bane of her tabletop game munchkin; the grappling rules. Everybody hated those and so seldom used them, so she hadn't given much thought to being grabbed beyond using a Bardsong-fuelled [Freedom of Movement] to get away. But that was doubly impossible since she couldn't do magic and couldn't get out even the tiniest note in the oppressive silence.

Sure, she supposed that she could try and use some of her mundane Weapon Arts moves to attack the monster that was holding her captive, but it had gone out of its way to capture her rather than hurt her, and that circumstance could change at a moment's notice if she began to actually attack.

Of course like any competent spellcaster of suitable power, she had set up circumstances to return her to life should she meet her untimely death, but doing so would mean that she'd have to give up everything she had on her person at the moment, which was her complete Bardsong-boosting kit. It would be time consuming, expensive, and a complete and utter pain in the ass to have to start over in that area with nothing.

It wouldn't cost her anything to wait and find out what the creature wanted. It would no doubt be surprised by her capacity to shrug off the debilitating effects of whatever it had covered its hands in, and even without her Bardsong or spellcasting, Mari had a very deep bag of tricks from which to draw.

So when the dragon opened its hands, Mari struck. Or attempted to, anyway. Despite her having banished the stunlocking powder from affecting her, she was not immune to her own body's instinctive reactions.

And with irritated sinuses and a snoot full of snot, the moment she was uncovered she sneezed hard and loud, and with her volume-boosting spell suddenly back in play it was enough to startle the beast, making Mari stumble and trip and hurtle head-first towards the ground.

Oh bugger.

She could double jump off of literally nothing, but that wouldn't help when the direction she'd push herself off of was also towards the ground.

Oh! Right!

[Fall of Feathers]!

There! Now she was no longer diving right towards the… giant barrel full of blue stuff?

What the heck was that?

And then the half-elf's attention was brought to the sensation of something brushing against her neck. Considering that the jacuzzi-sized barrel had a handle that made it look for all the world like the world's largest tankard, she didn't think that whatever was contained in it was dangerous, but who knew what the thing at her neck was? So she lashed out at it.

And then all of a sudden her slowed descent was no longer slowed, and she impacted with the liquid beneath her. She broke the surface, gasping as she treaded… soda? It was fizzy and tingled on her skin and the scent and flavor brought memories to mind of a soda pop of unparalleled popularity amongst gamers of all sorts from her previous life. She hadn't really given much thought to soft drinks over the past few decades, too busy plotting Evil Overlord-dom and tweaking her overpowered build.

Mari shuddered, a weird, warm sensation sweeping through her body. She was becoming ah… a little bit aroused for some reason? She flailed around for a moment before heading to the edge of the giant tankard, what kind of Evil Overlord (or Bard) practiced swimming on a regular basis?

A second [Surging Silverwood Core] got rid of the completely mundane, but still annoying gunk that was blurring her vision and in that moment Mari saw her captor for the first time. A rather… odd looking dragon that commanded her attention. Her first instinct was to call him dumpy, but that wasn't right. No, you couldn't be both dumpy and incredibly sexy at the same time.

So enraptured was Mari by the dragon's stunning beauty that she didn't notice the collar clicking shut around her neck.

She stared in rapt fascination at the titanic scaly beast before her. His coloration reminded her somewhat of a banana. A matte yellow-gold over most of his body with a pattern of brown and black markings that were reminiscent of some kind of snake she'd seen back in her old world.

Mari's hand slipped between her legs and she began to grope herself as she continued to admire the sexy, sexy dragon. He was absolutely adorable! His golden face sported an assortment of splotches and speckles that reminded her of freckles. His body wasn't exactly the sleek and fearsome type that Mari had been used to as a professional adventurer. This wasn't a dragon used to fighting. He was well-padded and curvaceous, his reptilian body padded out in a way that made him look cuddly. If he wasn't a bajillion times her size, she would've scooped him up and snuggled him while happily squeeing with delight at his cuteness.

-o-

The process had begun and the adventurer had already begun to change. Her skin had begun to darken and the weird, pale coloration that many humanoids sported was beginning to be replaced with a properly brilliant tone. For some reason she seemed to be taking on the coloration of the liquid around her.

Hmm. The blue would contrast well with her intensely orange hair. It was like somebody had taken the tint of those little orange and black butterflies and cranked up the saturation to the max.

The Eka-Latex aspect did its work rather quickly, the adventurer's skin tone quickly smoothing out into a homogenous whole that was rapidly taking on the lovely blue tint of the dragon's favorite drink.

She sneezed and Epidismaterix couldn't help but chuckle as her entire facial structure reshaped into a cute little snoot. Awww!

-o-

The sexy beast smiled at her, baring massive, flesh-rending fangs that made her giggle at the sight of them. The dragon had braces! Oh gods, he was pudgy, freckled, with braces, and his intensely red mane was a bit messy and unkempt.

She'd been captured by a complete dork of a dragon.

Mari giggled and suddenly found her pants and boots slipping free of her legs and sinking down into the bubbly blue brew that she'd been dropped in. Well, no matter. It wasn't like she was using the bardic abilities they augmented any time soon. Plus they'd been in the way anyway.

Her groping of her loins turned to fingering, or at least she attempted such. But try as she might, she couldn't actually manage to find the entrance to the depths of her womanhood.

The bard moaned as her fingers brushed over something swollen, hard, and sensitive. Oh geez, her clit felt so swollen. It grew even further as she rubbed it.

It was the only part of her that seemed to be doing that. Everything else felt all tingly and tight, her body drawing into itself. There were also these odd popping sounds that she was half sure were her leg bones reshaping, but then again that could just be the carbonation of her impromptu bath popping in her over-sensitive elf ears.

The bubbles in the brew that she'd gulped down fought their way back up, creating a terrible tingle in Mari's nose that she'd completely forgotten the sensation of, having gone without sodas and such things from the moment she'd set foot upon the new world.

She sneezed violently and all of a sudden the lower portion of her vision had something smooth, shiny, and blue taking up a noticeable amount of her visual real estate. She raised a hand to her new muzzle to feel its shape, only to become distracted by the fact that she was missing a finger all of a sudden, and also she had claws now!

There were sexy dragons claws on her fingers now! With the new sensation of something at the base of her spine and the pops and cracks in her back that involuntarily forced her into a slightly more hunched posture she was pretty sure she was turning into a kobold.

That was great! Not only did she have this cute, sexy dragon to oogle, but she was also going to get to be a cute, sexy dragon as well! Well, kind of! A sort of miniature dragon-lite that wasn't quite anywhere near to sporting a lot of the signature aspects of dragondom. Like a breath weapon, boosted magical prowess, and of course the incredibly enticing membranous wings. And…

Mari started drooling. She'd just gotten a look at what exactly her dragon was packing, and oh boy what this nerd was lacking in traditionally fearsome draconic deployment he was making up for in the package department.

-o-

Epidismaterix followed the adventurer's gaze and traced it downward to his loins where his member had begun to slip from his sheath. Dammit! He was busy! Stupid super-tasty bubbly potion and its dragonhood-enhancing, libido boosting nature. He had to observe the transformation process closely to make sure that he could thoroughly document it later. He didn't have time to rub one out and… oh!

The damned thing had leapt out of his mug and somehow gotten her newly digitigrade legs beneath her in the air, allowing her to rocket off an invisible surface and streak like a Magic Missile directly towards his dong.

Oh. Oh! The little adventurer was hugging his sack and had buried her tongue in the slit of his cock. He could also feel a little point of hardness up against his smooth sack-scales as well as the almost completely transformed adventurer frantically jerking off.

Huh. Apparently the potion also gave natural male enhancement to humanoid females. Good to know!

-o-

His cock was bigger than she was and his balls would put a sofa to shame. Mari couldn't help herself. The dragon was just so big and sexy and powerful and cute and above all HUNG that she couldn't bear it any longer.

She called upon the power of her Weapon Arts, imbuing her body with the power of her internal chi and launching herself off of the side of the mug and into the air. Her chi solidified beneath her for a moment in the air, creating a flat plane of nothingness beneath her six sexy scaled toes and allowing her delightfully thick and powerful digitigrade legs to propel her off that momentary creation in order to launch herself directly at her target.

Mari clung to the big beastie's balls and thrust against them eagerly. She wriggled a bit and pulled herself up to where his erection was just starting to poke free from its home. She humped frantically against the dragon as she stuck her forked tongue into his cockslit, delighting in the sweet and salty taste of his natural lubricant and was rewarded as a deluge of the stuff spurting free and coated her sleek, squeaky body with it's slickness.

-o-

Epidismaterix froze at the sensation. Oh elder dragons, that felt so nice! He began to thrust his hips gently as he enjoyed his new toy's ministrations. She hugged up against his rapidly stiffening and emerging length and her attention to his member drew forth a plentiful load of precum.

The blue brew hadn't just made his cock and balls oversized, but also his production of pretty much everything related to a lewd use of his naughty bits. So rather than just a miniscule dab that would've barely served to make his length slightly slick, his new minion found herself coated from head to toe to tail tip in the stuff, which only made her eagerly caresses all the more pleasurable.

She also seemed to quite enjoy the substance itself, as her tongue was quite busy lapping it up from the surface of his shaft. So intent was she upon getting the tasty treat that she put her Eka-Latex body to the test by opening her jaw as wide as possible and fully enveloping the head of a cock bigger than she was, welcoming it into her maw.

-o-

Mari ground and thrust against the dragon's mighty member. It felt so good to service such a gigantic, majestic creature. Just rubbing up against him felt far superior than any sexual encounter the Bard had experienced in this world or the last. And considering she was a Bard, she had just about as much practice in lovemaking as she had music and singing. It came with the territory after all.

Her own cock was but a tiny sliver compared to the towering mass of manmeat before her, but the hot embers of pleasure that shot through her were such that seemed to light the whole of her tiny body awash with sexual bliss. She loved the sensation of her unnaturally smooth skin, well-slicked by the dragon's own fluids, rubbing against her master's hot, huge girth. But she needed more.

She couldn't let all the deliciousness go to waste. There was far too much for her to keep up with. As soon as she lapped up a few delicious cupfuls, there was already another tide of the stuff oozing down on top of her.

The former half-elf quickly shed the last of her clothes, loathing the layers that prevented her from experiencing the glorious skin to skin contact with her oh so sexy master.

If only she could wrap her muzzle around the dragonhood before her, and she made the attempt. But rather than being stymied by the limitations of flesh and bone, Mari found her mouth stretching wider and wider as she used her chi to give her a surface to use in order to push herself forward.

Inch after inch of the dragon's cockhead slipped into her stretchy snout. Once she managed to get her lips around the dragon's entire breadth things became much easier as she merely had to push herself forward, inching down, down, down until she'd virtually impaled herself upon the titanic dragon dick.

Bliss.

-o-

The kobold had effectively wrapped herself around the dragon's shaft like some sort of living condom. Alas, she didn't quite have the leverage or range of motion to pleasure him like she had been, but if she was being so generous as to do all of the work to get herself upon him, Epidismaterix supposed he might as well put in some effort as well. It wasn't like jerking off was a chore, after all, and he usually needed to do so half a dozen times a day at minimum.

He wrapped a forepaw around his latex-clad member and began to stroke. Gently at first, just to make sure the kobold continued to be as stretchy as she seemed without complaint. The material properties of Eka-Latex were such that that should be the case, but one could never be sure that the whole of the test subject had been fully transformed into the new form of matter. Oooh, she'd begun to purr, vibrating deliciously in his grasp.

Well, this was definitely a success. And considering the properties of the Eka-Latex that had been woven into his toy's very being, she would easily be able to withstand taking everything he had to give to her.

Hells, he was pretty sure that he could pull her off his prick and pull her over his head without her feeling the slightest hint of discomfort. A quick diagnostic spell just to make sure that he wouldn't damage his new plaything and yup, there was confirmation.

She'd completely been infused with the essence of Eka-Latex, every cell of her little compacted body (that was now not quite as compact, stretched out as it was) had been infused with the properties of the magic meta-material.

So slow, steady, and gentle got thrown out the window in favor of Epidismaterix taking his usual masturbatory pace. Which was just about the only thing that he put significant effort into doing at a rapid rate.

-o-

Her master's hand wrapped around her, further enveloping Mari in the dragon's innate warmth. It was sheer bliss, being sandwiched by so much draconic flesh over almost the whole of her body, both inside and out.

Unfortunately she couldn't really stroke him herself, as she'd effectively pinned herself in place. But she could at least rub the places on her body that her comparatively tiny arms could reach.

Oh, that was interesting. Apparently she'd lost her breasts somewhere along the way. Ah well, it wasn't like she'd ever planned on using them for their normal biological purpose anyway. And as fun as they were as erogenous zones, whatever she had going on right now was so much more fun than those supposed "funbags" had ever been.

She could also feel her cock slapping up against her belly every time the dragon's paw changed direction. Her own cock was sandwiched up between her dragoncock-stretched belly and the heft of her own swinging ballsack.

It delighted her to no end that not only did she have bits that emulated the sexiness of dragonkind in body, but she also matched her gorgeous dragon in the junk department. She had a big, fat kobold cock to go along with her master's big, fat dragon dick.

She could feel the pressure building within her, not just as more and more of the dragon's sweet fluids pumped into her, but the pressure and heat of her own impending orgasm. It wasn't just limited to her cock, but seemed to encompass literally every cell in her body.

-o-

Epidismaterix was caught off guard as he suddenly felt his kobold-toy tighten around his shaft. He could feel small driblets of something hot and sticky running down his scaly sack and realized that his toy must've climaxed and that it was somehow affecting her entire body.

It felt like she was trying to suck out his entire being through the venue of his cock and yet somehow he could still move her stretchy body up and down his shaft. Oh he was definitely going to have to look into this and refine the methodology. There were a good couple dozen dragons off the top of his head that would just love to buy something like this.

He was trapped in delicious torment as the tiny kobold-condom wanted his seed so badly and yet he was stuck with his own pleasure not being yet sufficient to bring himself to climax. The kobold's lustful hunger was somehow forcibly dragging him along metaphorically kicking and screaming towards the impending peril of a mind-numbing orgasm.

The great dragon was brought low by a mere kobold, unable to do anything except jerk frantically at his member in a strange mix of pleasure and discomfort (it wasn't quite pain, but Epidismaterix did not want to drag it out for fear that it might in fact each that point) with increasing need and fervor.

It felt like forever until he finally managed to reach his peak, a roar forced upward from the depths of his long, slender neck as he came with an intensity that he had never before experienced.

His climax was of such forceful might that he could literally hear his balls creak and churn as they drained themselves with such magnitude as to match the toy's demand for his seed.

-o-

Mari heard the dragon's roar and then felt the flood of wondrous, delicious warmth that shot through the whole of her body. She could feel every single jet of seed that erupted into her, her thighs, rump, and tail swelling and bloating as they expanded to contain her master's cum.

Her altered form easily accepted everything that he had to offer her and her body tingled in the places where his seed was stored away. She was feeding off of it somehow, not as nutrition but empowering and enhancing her own magical stores.

How interesting. Perhaps she would be able to use this to her advantage somehow? She would have to see just how much a single load of dragonseed empowered her and what she could do with this new source of energy that was building inside of her.

What it was empowering now mostly was her own cock and balls, keeping her erect and at the peak of climax. It felt like she was somehow transforming his essence into her own, flowing slowly from the places that swelled with its presence, then to her own balls, and then out of her cock and into the world.

But she was merely a tiny kobold and what hope did she have of channeling the full might of a dragon's orgasm from a member that was larger than her own body and expelling the resulting essence though her own member that was orders of magnitude smaller and yet perhaps the biggest that she'd ever seen on a humanoid.

In time the flow slowed and the dragon's tidal waves of seed dimmed to comparatively tiny gushes. Her master still held her wrapped around his cock, but now he'd gotten up and was moving around in his lair. She couldn't see anything, as the dragon's flesh was in the way of her vision, but she could hear the faint clinking of shifting coins and then the thud of a hefty dragon plopping down atop his hoard.

He yanked her off his dick with an audible pop and just like that she could feel herself snapping back into a semblance of a humanoid form. Her belly, butt, and tail were bloated to a ridiculous degree and her brilliant blue hide had a translucent sheen and a dimmer color to it, revealing the pearlescent essence within.

-o-

Epidismaterix sprawled out atop his hoard. As fun as that was, he had some experimentation and note-taking to do. He managed to get himself situated comfortably and popped his toy off of his dick before a hot spike shot straight up his spine.

Dammit! The Demonic Diadem of the Slothful Archmagus was demanding its tribute and to his annoyance the dragon felt the slow softening of his erection promptly reverse itself.

The accursed artifact was one that provided an incredible level of power, but it also took its toll through obnoxious trolling, able to interrupt his work by creating sudden demands to enforce a slothful attitude.

He sighed and brought up one of his favorite scenes that had been captured from his scrying on the adventurers and monsters that roamed the Tangle via his crystal ball.

"Mmm, Two Drakes One Princess always does it for me." he muttered to himself before impaling the kobold upon his shaft anew.

As annoying as it was to have his work interrupted by demonically-enforced periods of sloth, Epidismaterix supposed that more testing and experimentation with his new toy was required.

After all, he had no idea what would happen when he came into his new minion/sex toy using the hole on the opposite end.

-o-

Marigold had scarcely enough time to let out a startled yip as the dragon turned her over and stuffed his dick into her ass. Her capacity to protest was immediately taken from her as her lungs and diaphragm were compressed and rudely shoved to the side in order to become a thin membrane wrapped around draconic meat.

Mmm… not that she would've protested at all.

But she was a Bard, after all, and she needed to sing the praises of her sweet, sexy, very well-endowed dragon.

But surely that would come later, as would both Mari and her dragon.