Ranking Up
#2 of Dial it to Elven
Lyari, after his fateful transformation, strikes out to explore his new magical powers and confront his new way of life.
Lyari noticed changes.
Not just the fact that he was once a simple Wood Elf, six foot and physically not the strongest of people, and was now easily nine feet tall and covered in steellike dark green scales with a body to make even the mightiest troll blush. Sleak muscles rippled under his scales, each movement seeming much too slow and much too careful in the tight cramped hallways of the underground temple he'd found himself in only a week ago. But those changes weren't the only ones or even the most interesting ones.
The first that seemed most interesting to him was he was still connected to the invisible energy that permeated the world. Different races called it different things but Mana was the most common name used by the Elves. Stories talked of High Elven mages who could connect to this intangible power for days, even a week, but few could go longer. Mana...had weird effects on the body and the mind and connecting to the energies for too long could cause something called "Mana-Burn". It scorched memories from the mind, it ate at muscles and organs. Anyone Mana-Burned were to be pitied, for their lives were forever changed and not for the better. Maladies preceded the eventual burning, all terrible. He felt great however, better than great even. Along with this connection he could even smell large concentrations of mana. He could sense the life in the lake behind the stone walls and earth that encased the temple, not a fort as he first believed, and he could even smell where water was leaking into the temple. That was another change as well, he could breath underwater or at least hold his breath far far longer than he could before. He'd found this out when he'd opened a section of the temple and ended up flooding the hallway he was in. It'd scared him half to death before he realized he was completely safe.
The second interesting change was that he could read the strange Elven language that covered pretty much everything. He could also read the magic book he'd found before the transformation took hold. It actually explained what happened in pretty interesting detail and all those half finished diagrams hadn't actually been unfinished. With his new...draconic...eyes, he could see the ink that had been penned centuries ago. The man buried and locked away had been an Elven King, the entire temple a center of his worship. The murals and history written all throughout attested to this fact. An entire history of a civilization that predated the split of Elves into their distinctive cultures and races. It also made sense as to why they were left out of his own history teachings. The king, Al-Abul Nazeem, and his contemporary Elven Lords were cruel, evil and delighted in wanton violence on their followers. They used magic freely to accomplish this and bound monsters to their whim. The temple he was using as a refuge spoke very highly of Al-Abul's love of dragons and his experiments on making super soldiers in the hopes to conquer the other Elven Lords only to be assassinated by one of his slaves and the temple buried under a vast ocean. No ocean anymore, the lake was all that remained. The book itself explained more. Al-Abdul was a paranoid man and wrought many magics on his own person. Some that would only take effect on his death. One was to reanimate his body as some unholy abomination of magic and disease. That hadn't happened. Another was to transform any would be grave robbers into loyal servants, warping their body into...well what he was now he supposed. There was to be some mental compulsion to help revive Al-Abul but that spell hadn't fired.
Lyari was especially thankful he'd not become some thrall of a long dead lunatic mage, especially especially because as he explored the temple more fully he found that they'd buried him with his entire library. Which explained why he was still here a week in. He'd counted out the days, marring some of the writing with his own talonmarks. The number of spells and further history was dizzying and he was thankful that he somehow didn't need to eat...or at least eat as much as he'd not eaten since he was "lost" under the lake. He certainly felt like he could still eat, there just didn't seem to be any pressing need to. He also didn't need to seem to sleep. He rested sure but never without a book or a scroll. Which left him all the time he could ever want to study the lost lore he'd found. All of that was well and good but one thing his new body still seemed to need was company. A buried and flooded temple long forgotten by anyone important wasn't going to be getting any guests without his help and so now, a week since he went missing, he felt it was time to leave. For a time at least. There was simply too much here to just leave it where he found it but there would be plenty of time to worry about that when he had more hands.
One problem plagued him however as he walked back to the original hallway he'd been washed up on. He'd been outside, after he'd learned he could breath underwater, a few times. Not all of the temple was connected and with his ability to sense clean air...well he'd explored as much of the temple as he could reach without damaging anything valuable. But the problem, yes. Whenever his mind wandered to finding others to come and spend time with him in his new home, because he couldn't just go back to the village, images of prone slaveboys and oiled bodies flooded his mind. What was more, not just slaveboys but similarly reptile like creatures but they didn't start like that. There was something in him, another spell he suspected, that made him want to...spread his transformation. The really troubling part was that he hadn't really recoiled from the idea. He suspected it was another spell. Perhaps the loyalty spell that hadn't fully taken hold. Either way, the idea of not only spreading his transformation to adoring soldiers and servants had suddenly become not only not a concern but a drive. Such a drive that even as he stood at the water's edge the third interesting change was rearing its head. Literally. Elves weren't known to be the most robust when it came to their cocks, not like trolls or orcs whose dicks could easily reach a foot, but he put all others he'd known to shame. When the transformation had first finished he'd reckoned that he was at a foot and a half. A week later, his still elven shaft was at its largest at least two feet and about five inches across at its thickest. No elven male...or any male...was going to fit it comfortably without some help. Which was great because the temple had an entire library on magics expressly for what they called "the dance of swords". An evocative name for male on male sex. It was a particularly popular thing in Al-Abdul's kingdom. So much so that the other Kingdoms condemned them for perversion. Transforming people into monsters? Not a problem. Butt fucking? Big problem.
But that was enough history and certainly more than enough exposition.
Lyari landed outside the High Elven city of Felwhin by sundown, a quick flight spell from the shores of the lake into High Elven territory was about as far as he wanted to go before he knew he could map his way back home. Another few spells to make clothing, he made sure to keep them simple, and to transform himself back into a Wood Elven frame was all he needed to get past the guards along with a few excuses as to why he was there without having sent word from his village. He may have also used a bit of magic to help those lies along. Each spell only fed the need resting in his loins, his lust a constant fire as his entire body was suffused with magic without filter. He couldn't argue with himself that that was a drive for company. Jerking off and sucking yourself off was only so interesting before you wanted a warm body and a few warm holes.
Felwhin was a pretty standard High Elven city, at least from what he understood. Towering white buildings, clean narrow streets and of course...High Elves. Taller than their Wood Elf cousins, their skin a pale pink and their hair ranging from blondes to dark browns, they were willowy and feminine no matter if they were male or female. The only way to tell the difference was the chest, females having small breasts. In the past, he's oogled at the beauty and grace of High Elven women when they rarely visited his village but now...now his eyes were drawn to every male that passed him by. Pert asses, slender bodies and (a new sense!) a virile musk that radiated off their body...he could feel his now much more manageably sized dick stir. Things only got worse as he walked about the city, the night guard slowly patrolling the streets. But hope was not lost as Lyari ducked into one of the larger and most lively buildings. For all the High Elves attempts to cast themselves as pure and artistic souls they, like everyone else, enjoyed a drink and a warm body like everyone else. Surely, the bar he found himself in was much cleaner and much nicer than any he'd heard of in stories but it was still a bar and like most bars there were people looking to earn a coin or two.
He found a seat in the back, trying to disappear into the darkness though that was hard to do with how well lit the place was. He went unnoticed all the same however, drunken High Elves singing and dancing and having much too much fun to notice one lone Wood Elf in their midst. That gave him plenty of time to scan the place, looking for anyone alone or even one of the servers who might be able to be "convinced" to earn a few extra coins for a quick hop in the sack and boy did he hit paydirt. Near the bar itself a leggy Elven number was hurriedly moving to take orders and hand out drinks. Shoulder length chestnut hair, a slim body like so many of his kin and bright expressive blue eyes, he was everything Lyari was hoping for. With a motion he waved the young man down, already working out a plan. The youth was quick to appear, a little out of breath, but seeming all the more eager to please. Lyari leaned against the table and flashed a smile, a hand slowly reaching out to try and grab the High Elf by the rump. He didn't pull away. Perfect.
"What's your name there boy?" he asked in as gruff a voice he could, glancing around to see if anyone might interrupt him with his work.
The elf blushed a little as he stepped a little closer, a hand moving to rest on Lyari's shoulder. "It's Elwhey your lordship." he chirped, voice high and clipped and those oh so wide eyes seeming to sparkle in the torchlight.
"Elwhey, that's a nice name. I'm looking for someone who might be...interested in making some quick coin. Might you know anyone like that Elwhey?" Lyari gave the High Elf's rump a firm squeeze as he tries to pull him closer, smile growing wider as the gesture earned a soft squeak.
"I-I might your lordship! But you'd have to wait until the bar closed. Shouldn't be too long, if you're going to be in town the rest of the evening. Know you tree walkers don't stick 'round places for long. Might you be staying lord?" Elwhey continued to blush and fidget but it was clear this wasn't his first rodeo. It'd certainly be his most interesting thought Lyari.
"That I might. Where could I meet this eager worker then Elwhey?" Lyari purred, trying to slip a hand into Elwhey's pants though earned a teasing smack to his arm for his attempt. Apparently that was too far, for now anyway. Elwhey indicated a house not too far from the bar he'd managed to stumble into and as the night stretched on, he waited to meet his soon to be companion. He didn't have money to spend on his own drink or food though Elwhey, throughout the night, was more than generous sneaking little treats and drinks his way. He certainly was doing so for a larger purse by the end of the evening. Lyari mused on just how big a payout he was going to get and almost felt bad that the young High Elf wasn't going to get too far into the night before he was a thrall. Almost. The more he thought about it the more he simply wanted to transform back to his new and "true" form and just take the whole bar. But that would certainly cause some problems. He wasn't sure he could use the newfound magic he'd learned at the temple to keep everyone in place long enough to turn them each individually. Someone was bound to get out and while he was sure his new body was certainly strong enough to fight against swords and spears he wasn't so sure he'd fare well against a High Elf who knew their way around a spell. Almost every High Elf knew their way around a spell. It was why he picked the High Elves to start with forming his new...was he trying to make a new nation? Did he just want a few people to keep him company as he studied? He wasn't sure.
All these thoughts and more filled his head as he waited until finally the bar began to close. Lyari took his cue from the cute barboy and slid out of the building and down the path to the house he'd been told to go to. Another tall whitewashed building, lights pouring from the windows. Somehow his target had beat him home, the door opening and spilling its light out onto the world behind and framed Elwhey in such a delightfully delicious way. Lyari was quick to step into the house, finding it mostly empty save for a very large bed and several rooms closed off from view.
"Don't mess around eh?" he laughed, watching Elwhey move about the room to dim the magical lights with surprising skill. The question earned a shake of his head as the youth moved about his task until the room was just light enough to see his form. Or would have if Lyari's eyes weren't well suited for the dark. Another of the transformation's useful boons.
"Dad lives on the second floor, the one that runs the bar. All the other brothers and sisters are out doing their work but I like to work from home. I make the most so I'm allowed." Elwhey flashed a smile of his own and were Lyari's heart the same as it had been back when he lived in the village he'd fall head over heels for the whore. Now however it simply stirred the beast deep within him and it wouldn't be deep for long. "You done this before? Gotta see some coin before we move much further. Got a few brothers asleep upstairs but any funny business and I'll start screaming. They'll come quick."
Lyari perked an eye. Others eh? Well, guess he'd have to move even more quickly than he'd expected. He'd hoped to at least have some time to get the other elf in the mood before whipping out the magic but with a sudden motion of his hand and incantation in the ancient Elven language he sent a bolt of energy at the boy. Elwhey only had enough time to let out a strangled squawk before the bolt struck him dead on, falling immediately silent and motionless. It was a crude spell and was all the more crude for his still novice ability at the ancient magics but it worked. The spell would keep Elwhey quiet long enough to get him pliable. Lyari shed the spells keeping him disguised and instantly regretted it. He shot back up to his full nine feet, smacking his head into the ceiling and cursing perhaps a little more loudly than he should have. He went silent, waiting for the aforementioned brothers to come down ready for a fight but no one came. He tasted the air, his long tongue sliding out into the air to get a full profile of the people who had been in the room. Only Elwhey hit his senses. Oh the little minx...he'd lied..."
Lyari then turned to look at his prey, still silent and motionless on the bed. Fibbers would simply have to be finished and he hunched down he stalked forward until he reached the bed, it didn't take long. He bent down, large hand easily engulfing the elf's face. "Open your mouth." he purred, the elf complying eagerly as Lyari began to work more magics into his mind. He leaned down, opening his jaws wide and letting his tongue slide deep into Elwhey's mouth. The elf's tongue eagerly slid against the invader, lips closing around Lyari's tongue to suck upon even as it explored his mouth. Lyari wasted no more time, stripping the elf of his clothing and exposing his soft pale body to the cool room as his jaws closed ever so gently about Elwhey's head as his tongue slowly slid down the elf's throat, thrusting suggestively even as his prey continued to suck and drag his own tongue against the wet length penetrating his mouth. Little groans and grunts emanated past the elf's lips as Lyari's hands smoothed over the pale flesh of his prey, small sparks of magical energy working into the air as he worked powerful spells onto the boy. The libraries back at the temple had all manner of magical spells to not only thrall others but to warp their forms as the caster wished, much like the spell that had worked over his body, and Lyari wished for a great deal.
Lyari's head spun as the effects began to take almost immediately. The elf's pale pink skin started to grow darker and darker as scales flowed out from where his hands touched. Sharp claws slide against the ironlike hide that was quickly taking over the elf's body, hips growing more pronounced and legs gaining more muscle. He wanted something fast...something that could chase down others. Some part of the spell, or spells, that had changed him pushed some compulsion onto him that made him wish to change others. Perhaps it was the spells simply making him complacent but Lyari had no real problem with that. In his thinking, the easiest way to change others, to warp them and making them like him would be to make others share the task.
So he continued to work his magical energies over the boy, the transformations crawling up his now fully scaled body, Elwhey's cock growing up well past his belly button and leaking pre that splattered against his and Lyari's chest. These changes grew faster and more pronounced as they ran over the boy's back as a ridge of spikes started to grow from his back, the elf's hair falling out as the scales finally slide up over his head. Lyari slowly pulled from the kiss as Elwhey's face started to morph, pushing out into a snout as his eyes became two vertical slits. Lyari let out a soft coo as he gazed over his newly changed convert, the final magics working on the former elf's mind to make him complacent and loyal, filling it with images of other elves being transformed into similar creatures. Creatures to spread his new peoples, creatures that could easily take out a town silently and carefully. He could worry about the final touches once he'd revealed himself, his own cock already at full mast from accessing the magics it took to shape the new being.
"Turn over." he growled as he took a step back, the lizardman following the command instantly as it lay its new slick stomach out against the sheets and offered up its shapely ass. Lyari let out another growl as the lizardman shook its rump slowly, enticingly, eagerly for its master's dick and Lyari was more than eager to give it what it wanted. With one large hand Lyari grasped his tool, placing the head up against the puckered hole which gripped at his meat powerfully. "Oh, so eager." he continued to growl, pre lubbing the way as he slowly started to thrust into the waiting body below. The lizardman gripped around his flesh, Lyari's corruptive seed seeping into his body and warping his insides more fully. What was once Elwhey shifted and moved, sucking more and more of Lyari's tool into its body until finally, the dragon elf felt his hips meet the plush ass in front of him. Elwhey's stomach bulged yet it seemed his body had taken on some kind of rubbery quality and thus allowing him to fit the entirety of his cock inside like a perfect sleeve. A sleeve that was clamping down on him like a vice, clinging and tugging at his length as if greedy for more.
Lyari's hands moved to grope at formerly Elwhey's ass, pinching and squeezing at its roundness as he starts to thrust. Gasps and groans issued out underneath him but the lizardman might as well not have been there as Lyari's desire to breed kicked in. Each thrust caused him to grunt as he slammed his cock fully into the eager lizardman beneath him, the bed creaking as he rests his knees against its frame so as not to bump his head against the ceiling. The lizardman's cock knocked against the frame with each thrust as well, splattering the floor with more pre-cum with each thrust as Lyari quickly built a powerful and eager rhythm. Elwhey's stomach bulged with each thrust lewdly, more eager cries and growls issuing from the new lizardman as he was fucked so thoroughly.
"Shhh" Lyari gasped, moving a hand to cover the lizardman's mouth, sticking a few fingers into his eager maw to help keep his convert quiet. "Suck on those...don't want to get caught just yet do we?" he hissed, the lizardman offering a gurgled moan as his master moved his other hand to stroke along his new foot long shaft all the while sucking and dragging his new long tongue over the digits in his mouth. The bed continued to creak with each savage thrust as Lyari began to fuck his follower in full, doing his best to keep silent as well. He felt his pleasure rise however and as his climax approached he felt a need to simply let out all the tension he was feeling. With a roar he gave one final thrust, spilling his seed into Elwhey in powerful burning spurts. The lizardman followed suit, the set splattering sounds of his seed spilling down the bed and onto the floor as if someone had dumped a glass of water onto the ground as he sucked more eagerly along the clawed fingers lodged into his mouth.
Lyari lingered in the bliss of his climax for only a few moments until a shout came from outside the house. He was about to move until the lizardman underneath him pulled out and away, leaving him to flop against the bed with a grunt of loss. He watched the new creature suddenly climb up the wall up and over the door, Lyari marveling at how his corruptive seed was still working its powers over his convert, watching as the skin of the lizardman blend into pale paint of the wall until he was all bust invisible. Lyari himself only had a few minutes to work his own magics back over his body, transforming back to his old elven shape when the door slammed open. Two other youthful elves burst in, glancing around and out of breath. "What the..." one muttered, gazing over Lyari, the other pulling a dagger from his boot as he continued to look around the room.
"Where's Elwhey?" the dagger wielding boy asked cautiously, neither noticing the answer to their question was hanging right above them and was also closing the door behind them. Lyari couldn't help but smile even as the dagger was leveled at him angrily. "What's so funny eh? Where is he?" the holder shouted, Lyari finally giving a nod as Elwhey leapt down from above on top of his former brothers.
Taking the entire city took about three days of slow conversion, Lyari using his magic to shield and hide the quickly growing number of lizardpeople from the High Elves that remained. He marveled at just how quickly it went once he was able to let them all loose, the lizardmen taking to the streets on the third night giving Lyari plenty of time to watch and observe. Elwhey's own corruptive power turned others into similar creatures to himself. Each new lizardman born from his magics the same slinky, twinky chameleon like creatures like himself. The second of his brothers, the one Lyari had to deal with to quickly when they burst in on their lovemaking, was different however. Much more bulky and slow witted, Lyari knew their time in Elven lands wouldn't last. Even if they could carve out some kind of kingdom it wouldn't last long, they lacked infrastructure, power and most of all...allies. He'd need a group that could build, that could work stone and iron and actually make a city work. He allowed the bulk of the small town to be converted into these lumbering monsters, he'd need a big force after all. He was almost satisfied as he watched the final hold out of the city transform, knowing the last stop they'd take before finding somewhere new to settle.