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Deviant in Dungeon

Ritter's Ride

By Von Krieger

"Okay, Magenta, you can do this. It's not hard. She's just a normal person, just like you…" the dragon knight murmured to herself around the corner from Agatha ex Libris' makeshift magical item shop.

The Sisters of Enlightenment were an allied order to her own Silberschuppe Drachenritter Guild, so why did Magenta feel like she was riding into battle against a dire foe?

Step. Step. Open the door. Have the little bell ring.

"Hi, Aggie! How's the shop been?"

Noooo! Abort! Abort! That was a terrible opener!

"Oh, hi Magenta! It's been kind of boring, actually. It's just been bland, boring magical items. Nothing with particularly interesting effects to document and it's been another entire week without a single novel magical item effect worth writing back to the Sister Superior about. And even then, it was just an amulet that boosted the sense of smell by making your nose bigger."

The librarian-nun-monk let out a sigh and adjusted her glasses, "And I had such high hopes that we'd managed to track the Harlequinade effects back to their source. But so far none of the dungeon expeditions have encountered anything thematic to jesters, harlequins, or even a circus."

Magenta raised a brow, the gesture actually being seen since she had her helmet off for once, "Harlequinade?"

"Not the comical theater genre, but rather an area of effect that's accompanied some items that have come out of the area. It's a limited time, harlequin-themed alteration in appearance, biology, and behavior that accompanies a limited time buff. Sister Jeane-Mei is positive that there's one of those bothersome magical girl-making crystals that fall from space every so often whose innate positivity is pulling things in a more lighthearted, levitious direction when it's being infused by a font of magical power from a particularly chaotic source. Which there's no shortage of out here!"

Magenta nodded. She didn't know what any of those things were. Well, she did know that magical girls were a kind of adventurer order that usually sported similar outfits and had thematic names and usually had ties to some kind of magic-depensing artifact or a bond with a supernatural creature of some sort. But she had no idea that there were somewhat regular sources of magical girl abilities dropping from space.

"I didn't know those were a thing." she admitted.

"Oh yeah! It's gotten to the point where you have members of the Infernal Courts, nothing above the duke level to be sure, but lesser members of Hell's nobility impersonating magical animals and getting young ladies to sign contracts in exchange for magical powers. It's honestly a very fascinating topic full of…"

The door opened behind Magenta and the bell jingled again to indicate that somebody else had entered the shop.

The dragon knight looked down to find a rather shiny blue kobold with a long mane of shockingly orange hair poking around on a beaten up LumiScroll with the Adventurer's Guild logo almost rubbed off the back from constant use.

"Quest delivery! Um… did you order the item conferring elemental immunity? Oh wait, no, silly! You just came from there! Ah! You must be the one I need to deliver the magic staff to, right?"

The diminutive lizard looked up with a big smile and such hope in his… her… look, reptilian humanoid gendering was not Magenta's best subject and the delivery-kobold's big butt and broad hips didn't help even if they were completely flat chested.

"No. I'm wearing heavy armor. I'm not a mage."

The kobold's ears and tail lowered in disappointment.

"Oh. Well…"

"I'm a knight."

"Well, that's no reason to not use a staff. You could be some kind of Frankenstein's Monster under there and use your armor's metallic nature to contain your innate lightning-generating capacities and need a magical staff to direct the output into a coherent bolt!"

Magenta looked over to a somewhat amused Agatha, "What's a Frankenstein's Monster?"

"It's an outworld term for a particular flesh auton from their mythology!" the librarian-nun replied with a smirk, pushing up her glasses in a way that made them catch the light.

Argh! She was so adorable like this with her order's hot weather field uniform. Magenta did love a girl in uniform, which was why she had been here to try and ask Aggie out on a date in the first place!

"Glasses of Dictation?" asked the kobold, flipping through their orders.

"No. Again, I'm a knight, not a barbarian. Even though we're the lowest rung on the ladder of nobility, even the lowliest von Ritter is given a baseline noble's education. Reading is part of that."

"Ooooh! Von Ritter! I've definitely got a package for a somebody von Ritter…"

The little blue androgyne stuck their arm into a bag they pulled out of their vest pocket up to the shoulder.

"No, that's the color-matching lingerie to accentuate somebody with a green skin tone… Nope, I think that's the greataxe studded with the haft staples…"

"Why would you need a greataxe with the haft studded in staples?" asked Agatha.

"Daughters of the Ursine Moon Feywild Outreach Program," said the kobold, as if that explained anything.

Seeing that the looks of confusion on the two human faces did not clear they gave further details, "An entire grixie swarm got accepted into the program and are collectively working as a Guild-Rated Bloodrager. Apparently their previous axe ran afoul of rust monsters and they need the staples space just so in order to grip it with their teeny-tiny hands."

Magenta and Agatha nodded, as both had seen a swarm of gremlin-pixies flitting about the Tangle's base camp a few times.

"Ah! Here it is! Tiaras of Draconic Domination!" the kobold said and pulled out a filigree metal band with a number of small, stubby horns worked into it, and then another, somewhat larger version of the same item.

"You put the small one on, and then you put the big one on the dragonblooded creature that you want to tame and bond with. Umm… I'm to warn you that you should definitely not mix the two up, as that will void the warranty and lead to potentially unexpected side effects, as Banana Dragon Designs has not actually tested that yet. So even if you are of a standard Guild classification of size large, don't put on the big one and have the beastie wear the small one."

Magenta nodded and looked to Agatha to find her scribbling notes.

"Oh! I'm going to put an order in for one of those! That definitely sounds like a magical item interaction that needs to be tested. Sister Mary-Brutus easily qualifies for the size, and she's just down the river at that camp that's farming the Sword Mantises for their blades. Honestly! Not having the Sisters of Enlightenment testing your magical items for unintended interactions and side effects is just leaving money on the table! We actively pay for new and novel magical item interactions to experience and document in detail!"

Sister Agatha bit her bottom lip and swayed a little from side to side. She was behind the counter, but Magenta knew that she was pressing her thighs together. Aggie was really, really into her work, and that was part of why the knight found her to be so cute.

The kobold bonked their LumiScroll against the glowing Adventurer's Guild symbol that adorned the magic item shop's countertop. "I've left my boss's contact details with you so that you can order one directly from the source! Banana Dragon Designs has a wide catalog of bespoke discount magical items using unorthodox solutions to keep magical item creation costs down to pass on to the consumer! Umm… something something… opportunize the paradigm…"

Magenta and Agatha both made the gestures of their particular orders that were meant to ward off evil as the delivery-bold began invoking the dark speech of Infernal buzzwords.

"Sorry! It's my first day doing delivery quests. I don't quite have the opening pages of the Tomes of Service memorized…"

And they both repeated the gesture at the mention of the unholy books of law and legalese (and words of dark speech uttered by corporations that had somehow attained personhood) whom the reading of could drive mortal minds mad.

"Anyway! Delivery complete! Thank you for your patronage! If there's anything else that we here at Banana Dragon Designs could do to help you in your quest, feel free to ask! Otherwise I'll be on my way!"

Magenta thought for a moment, "Well, I do need to find an AG-classed size large creature of draconic blood that is, at minimum, quadrupedal. My order was kind of caught off guard by the suddenness of the expedition and I was all that was available to come. They didn't have time to locate and secure me the usual bonded mount that a knight of the Silberschuppe Drachenritter Guild is usually known for."

The kobold perked up at that, "Oh! That's easy. You can barely go anywhere these days without tripping over some kind of critter or beastie in these parts with dragon blood. I would need a lot more fingers to be able to count all the Great Wyrms alone that have made the Tangle their home over the eons, let alone the smaller true dragons who are more in their prime of life and still highly amorous in the way that dragonkind is often known for."

The kobold gave Magenta and Agatha each a thumbs up, "Humankind and Dragonkind, the two races of sentient beings that are not just capable of seduction, but also reproduction with just about everything!"

Agatha had a bit of a blush developing on her face and, well, Magenta needed to go and get herself a bonded beastie before she could go on a proper dungeon crawl. What kind of Drachenritter would she be without a proper Drachen to ritt, after all?

"Here! I'll show you!" the kobold said and took Magenta by the hand and began tugging her out the door.

"Umm… bye Aggie! I'll see you later, hopefully with a proper mount that I can show you!"

The librarian-nun waved the knight goodbye.

"I'll help you thoroughly explore their features when you get back! Umm… can you flip the sign to 'closed’ on your way out? Something's come up…"

"Sure!" Magenta replied, doing so just before the little blue reptilian dragged her completely out of the shop entirely.

Huh, they were pretty strong for such a small creature. Maybe there was a little bit of true dragon in them?

-o-

Three uses of camp zone teleporters, two dips into the dungeon to use the warpstones between sections, and a brisk five minute walk through an cavernous underground glade nourished by streams of sunlight shining down through the ceiling lead Maggie and the deliverybold to a clearing where a proud beast that met all of the qualifications. Quadrupedal, large enough to carry Maggie as a rider, and sporting draconic blood.

Magenta was pretty sure she was looking at a draconized version of a hippogriff, which made it something like three different hybridizations. You started with the gryphon, of course, which was a mix of bird and cat, and then you had that mate with a horse (which would be an odd thing to do, since equine species were usually something that gryphons ate) to produce a hippogriff, and then you had a dragon come along and bang that.

They were regarded as superior mounts to dracosteeds, which were the direct equine/dragon hybrids, as they were of a more predatory nature and thus made for excellent combat companions due to having a more robust nature inherited from their gryphon ancestor on top of that.

Dracosteeds had wings, but they weren't as swift and as agile in the air as dragon hybrids whose baseline creatures had wings. It was why draco-pegasi were so sought after, as they were effectively dracosteeds but better. Her order's eternal (friendlyish) rivals, the Schwarzschuppe Drachenritter Guild crossbred using Nightmares for their superior elemental abilities. But it was quite difficult to get proud creatures like unicorns, pegasi, and alicorns to breed with degenerate versions of their draconic rivals. In truth most of the Guild's dracosteeds were from hybrid lines that had a single magical horse ancestor.

This was a rather beautiful specimen, her brilliant red beak effectively the only hint of avian ancestry. The membranous draconic wings always dominated in draconic hybrids, as often did the scales. Many true dragons and their drake descendants were already somewhat feline in body shape (though they claimed that felines were in fact draconic in body shape, and that a significant portion of the animal kingdom took aspects from dragonkind and reproduced them imperfectly, which was why they weren't even more draconic in nature) plus the scales that would normally identify the forequarters of a gryphon were difficult to see due to having that in common with dragonkind.

Though the avian showed through via the coloration, as dragons lacked sexual dimorphism (and possibly sex entirely, as their sheer magical potency would warp plants in their nesting area to have fruits that would result in the expression or suppression of certain sexual characteristics, both primary and secondary, in dragonkind), but this dracogriff had a duller coloration than most, most of her scales either brown or reddish brown, with darker patches around her beak and on the lower portions of her legs. Magenta was pretty sure that this particular dracogriff's coloration was a mix of red dragon and cardinal.

"Do you have any ideas on how to get the tiara on her?" the kobold whispered quietly, "Because if you don't have a plan already, I think I've got a pretty good one to get her attention and keep her distracted for a bit."

Magenta nodded, "Okay, what is it?"

"Well, I've got a pretty good snout on my face, and judging from what I'm smelling, I'm pretty sure that she's in heat. So what would really get her attention would be two attractive male-scented members of compatible scalykind species making out and doing lewd things with one another."

The kobold buffed their claws on their vest and looked rather proud of themselves.

"Naturally she'll find this dracoi-yaoi super-duper sexy and come over wanting to join in. And when she does, she can only really focus on one of the two at a time with her amorous affections, which will leave the other one to put the tiara on her!"

"Question?" Magenta asked, raising a finger, "Where are we going to get a second male-ish scaly person and/or beastie for you to make out with?"

The kobold looked around as if there were eavesdroppers and waved the Knight to lean in closer.

"Can I tell you a secret?" they whispered, as low and quiet as possible so that Maggie had to lean even further forward to hear them.

"Sure." the knight whispered back.

The kobold looked around once more and then all of a sudden Maggie felt the diminutive creature's little scaly hands fastening something around her neck and then using the newly applied collar to yank her down into a deep kiss.

Oh. That was… mmm. Maggie was pretty sure that she really liked that. And she was also sure that kobolds usually didn't leak thick, sweet, fruity syrup from their muzzles that tasted strongly of the color blue. Particularly not a color blue that seemed to cover her tongue and her throat, and then rocket down to make her loins all tight and tingly.

The kobold's hand went to her groin and began groping Maggie through her armor. She'd only been wearing the light leather underlayer that she would normally put her mail and plate on over, since she hadn't been expecting to get into a fight on the surface that required full protection (plus it was a pain to move around in when unmounted).

"Non-magical clothing needs to come off!" the kobold said with something of a sing-song tone to their voice and they began removing articles of clothing from both Maggie and themselves.

Though she still wasn't sure if the creature identified as male or not (members of scalykind were just as fond of using the aforementioned dragonfruits to customize their own personal sexual and gender expression), they had an endowment such that Magenta wondered how the hell they'd been hiding that thing beneath their tabard as she was pretty sure that her guide had balls the size of their head and a cock that looked to be thicker than their upper arm.

And that was really, really hot. The kobold continued to hum and stroke Maggie's body while taking off bits of clothing and tossing them aside. Her armor had straps and buckles on it, and somehow the little reptile was peeling them off one-handed with no effort. That indicated either extremely high ranks in Sleight of Hand, or some kind of magical effect, and considering they were humming, there was obviously something of a magical nature going on. But whether that had to do with the knight's clothes practically falling off or being the thing that was making Magenta's skin… well… magenta.

All the pores, freckles, hairs, scars, and blemishes had faded from Magenta's skin, instead replaced by smooth, sleek scales of a hue that was her namesake. She stared at her hands and mentally counted her fingers, giving each of them a wiggle. One, two, three, four… she was supposed to have five, right? And they weren't supposed to be tipped in claws.

"Yeah, I think the torso armor's got to go," the kobold sing-songed, keeping up whatever musical beat they were using to direct the effects, "You're going to have that whole area reshaped a couple times over."

The kobold threw Magenta's armor up over her head and had finally stopped rubbing her loins, which had begun to feel an awful and horrible tightness in them, in favor of cupping the knight's breasts. A healthy diet and a rigorous training schedule had assured that Maggie wasn't particularly stacked in the bust area, but she felt that she had been given a decent portion by the divinities. And in a sudden instant her breasts were gone, somehow smooshed into her chest with magenta scales sprouting outward from where they began as two purple-pink handprints.

"I don't… what's… I'm…" Maggie muttered, only to have her confusion silenced by another syrupy kiss that left a trail of brilliant blue goo that connected her muzzle to the kobolds.

Wait. Hold on. Since when did she have a muzzle?

The kobold's caresses moved around to her back and Maggie was distracted by another delicious kiss as the kobold cupped her buttocks and ground their groins together. And then the musical reptilian seemed to reach into the base of Maggie's spine and twist something around. There was a sudden release of pressure that Maggie had never really noticed before, but had always been there. It was like she'd had a tail stuck inside herself for her entire life, but had no idea that it was there and had no way to get it out. Until now.

There was a snuffling sound that drew Maggie's attention away from the muzzlelock and she found herself looking into a pair of ruby red eyes over an equally brilliantly carmine beak.

"Um… hi? Me and my friend came out here looking for you…" the partially-koboldified knight said shyly, "I was wondering if you wanted to… mmmph!"

Maggie suddenly had a beak around her face and a mouthful of slightly spicy-flavored bird tongue. She brought her hands up to the dracogriff's face and held her gently as they kissed. Oh this was so weird, and yet it felt so right. Sure, there was the occasional courtship between a mount and rider, but usually they were ones who were a bit more mentally advanced than…

The kiss was broken and Maggie was left gasping by the suddenness of it breaking off. And then she yelped as the beast nuzzled her crotch and began to chew at her belt.

"Good! Ya got her distracted!" the blue kobold whispered in her ear and slipped the matching Tiara of Draconic Domination atop the dracogriff's head.

Three red-black horns jutted back from the top of her skull, two larger ones to the side, and one in the middle that might just be something of her specific draconic lineage or it might be a remnant of a dalliance with a unicorn somewhere in her ancestral bloodline. But whatever it was, the tiara seized on it and it began to warp and shift and stretch to attach itself to the dracogriff's horns, giving them lovely golden filigree adornments, as well as strands of jewels that stretched between them.

Maggie's body quivered as she felt a pressure upon her skull and then a subtle sensation of stretching. She reached up a hand to find that her own tiara was secured to a matching set of horns that were quite quickly expanding outward to match those of her would-be mount.

"Here, have fun!" the kobold purred into her ear, which tickled a bit and caused Maggie to instinctively flick it. Wait. Human ears weren't that big. And Magenta's thoughts on her ears being wrong vanished as the belt holding her armored leather skirt on was unbuckled, and allowed the whole thing to fall to the ground to reveal a big, black, gleaming cock jutting out from a sheath atop a truly impressive pair of balls.

Maggie had but only a moment to look upon her titanic length and behold its smooth and shiny nature, almost as if it were a sex toy carved somehow from obsidian that drew inspiration mostly from the human equine, but also sported additional embellishments. Her aching erection then vanished into the dracogriff's maw and beheld the warm, tight wetness of her throat and the eager ministrations of her rough, sandpapery tongue.

There was an odd popping sound that made Maggie lose balance and topple atop the dracogriff's head and neck. Maggie's own neck suddenly seemed a bit longer and more flexible than she was used to and she put it to use in order to look at what had happened to her legs.

She found that she was now standing upon a pair of rather mighty looking black hooves that had the same shiny, obsidian-like quality to them that her cock did, and she could also see darkened panels of armored scales beginning to form that similarly darkened Magenta's magenta scales around them. They gave her the same sort of sock-like look that the dracogriff mare's red-brown markings did.

"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," Maggie panicked, "I'm turning into a…"

"A dracogriff, yes! My budding draconic empire is going to need an army of loyal, sexy mounts to carry them into battle. And around town. And in the skies. Well, pretty much everywhere really. Dracogriffs really are the ideal species for this, since they're good combat mounts, herd-bond to one another easily and also pretty much anybody else who knows the secret."

Magenta looked up to find that the kobold was now seated atop the dracongriff's back, the kobold bard still with a song on their lips. The knight moaned as she felt her bones crack and her body begin to stretch, reversing the shrinkage that had taken place when the kobold had used her bodymass to shape her new tail and thicken up a few other things to proper kobold proportions. All of a sudden she was looking her scaly blue tormenter in the eye, and then her gaze was directed downway to a slick and shiny shaft like her own, though this one with the almost painfully bright orange coloration that the kobold's mane sported.

Maggie felt her eyes go wide and her mouth go slack. Was she… was she drooling at the sight of the kobold's fully erect manhood? She was! How shameful! She could never let anybody know that she…

"The entire species has a very, very strong oral fixation." the kobold explained and then gripped Maggie by the horns and virtually impaled her muzzle upon that long, fat shaft.

Much like the kobold's mouth, this particularly drippy, gooey portion of their anatomy was also sweet and fruity in flavor, though more of a citrus than the "blue and also fruit" that their saliva came in. Maggie sucked the kobold's dick and the dracogriff sucked her dick as she continued to change.

Her fat, comparatively stubby kobold tail lengthened and began to sway happily from side to side as Maggie eagerly thrust into her lover's maw. She could feel her hips and rump shifting in order to provide power and endurance to use when using her hooves to trot at top speed. She could see out of the corners of her eyes that her hands were changing as well, the fingers becoming shorter and broader. They wouldn't fully regress into full-on paws, as all members of dragonkind had thumbs and proper manual dexterity as opposed to other creatures whose forelimbs had their digits effectively locked in place.

Another series of cracks and pops and then all of a sudden Maggie's chest ballooned outward. Oh. That explained the bit earlier about her torso armor and her breasts. Her proud and mighty chest served as an anchor in part for the muscles of the forelegs that she would now walk upon, but even more so to serve as the foundation where the muscles that propelled her mighty wings would be anchored.

The dracogriff (perhaps Magenta would name her Maroon after the color of her beak, hooves, and horns?) finally ceased her oral assault upon her rider's cock, withdrawing her tongue from Maggie's urethra with an audible pop.

The knight let out a soft whine that was muffled by the kobold's cock, a whine that grew louder as the kobold too was pulled away. As inch after inch of scalykind shaft was pulled out of her mouth and throat, so too did Maggie's neck and muzzle go along with it. When they finally parted ways the knight found herself looking at a rather smug looking delivery-bold over a jet black beak.

The dracogriff mare turned her backside to Maggie, her tail raised and tilted to the side. She turned her long, elegant neck backward, eyes smoldering with desire, a temptress's smirk at the corner of her beak. Maggie couldn't stop herself.

She reared back onto her hind legs and mounted her mount, her well-lubricated member easily sliding into the heat-stricken mare's equally lubricated pussy. All thoughts of strangeness were driven from Maggie's mind as everything about this felt so good, so right. The she… no, that wasn't right. Magenta von Ritter was now a proud, virile dracogriff stallion who was going to dutifully fill his lust-sticken mate with his seed so that she could bring forth an army of eggs that would be ridden into battle. And also ridden outside of battle, come to think of it, there was probably going to be more riding of the lewd sort taking place than the battle sort if the blue kobold was anything to go by.

Magenta threw his head back and let out a mighty whinny-roar-scree as he climaxed. It felt like he was trying to pump out a lake's worth of seed through his impressive, and yet somehow insufficient cock. Each jet of cum brought him to new heights of orgasm that he would have sworn peaked a moment before. After a half dozen jets he felt his mate shudder and climax beneath him, her wings flaring as the muscles in her body tensed.

And what Maggie had thought had been an orgasm was obliterated in a white-hot flame that made the candle flame of previous climax burn away in the true dragonfire of true climactic bliss. His chest clenched and his wings, massive and majestic, erupted into the world. The red-purple-pink appendages tipped with sharp wingtalons and thumbclaws.

-o-

Marigold lay back in the grass, enjoying the sensation of the mated pair of dracogriffs having their tongues virtually wrestle one another for position as they continued to pleasure her cock in gratitude. She hadn't even needed to make it a command. This was just how friendly dracogriffs were with riders that they considered fuckable.

And she would have loved to find out just how fuckable they were, but alas. The budding overlord of her own draconic empire lacked minions of her own to carry out the task of converting all the adventurers in the Tangle into her own army of smoking hot, sexy specimens of scalykind.

But on the bright side, she wouldn't have to walk to make her deliveries.

After all, she had two perfectly good (and breedable) mounts right here in front of her.

Well, okay, maybe a little bit of finding out how fuckable they were.

Her ass could totally use a good pounding.