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Korriana found herself in a cage, bars holding her into a space barely large enough to contain her. Outside was the entrance hall to Bogragog castle. Her people, the kobolds were fighting the guards. The Duke was holding a burning blade, throwing deadly insults at the kobolds. They were dying by the dozen. Prince Dawn then picked up her cage and carried her off. As she was dragged out into the night, the rain consumed everything.

The shapes of the Akuaki came into view. Two of their number were larger than the others, one sporting shaggy fur with sporadic bald spots, the other great wings. These two approached slowly, menacing grins splitting their faces. Korriana found the little light she had been given and pressed the button. The Akuaki all vanished revealing them to be kobolds, all but Thalthas and...

Korriana woke in a cave, the dreaded image of the evil wizard fresh on her dreamy mind haze. Crystals on the ceiling seem to reflect the small amount of light from the spots of glowing fungus on the walls. Korriana knew this place. She was home. More specifically she was in the den of the Akuaki.

A metal choker around her neck was the only bit of clothing the beasts had allowed her. She was momentarily surprised it fit her, but the other captives seemed to be chained by their wrists. Chained? Her collar was attached to a heavy chain that ran into a large rock. Since when did the Akuaki take captives?

The kobold took a moment to attempt standing. She couldn't. Tugging at the chain, she realized there was enough slack to allow her to walk around a bit. Her body simply didn't allow her to stand on her hind legs anymore. Her arms had slowly shifted in shape as well making it more comfortable to crawl. Fear crept up her spine as she began to question what was happening to her body, but it faded into excitement. She was more dragon than kobold at this point. She would have to find the lake to get a good look at herself.

The weight of the chain around her neck dissipated her excitement prematurely. She needed to assess her surroundings and determine how to get out of these chains. The Akuaki liked this level of the dungeon and rarely strayed. They were close to the surface, but Korriana could easily find her way back home. The problem was finding a source of light to protect her.

Korriana stared at the glowing mushroom an arm's reach from her face. Light wasn't going to be enough. These creatures would turn back into thuggish bandits, and they'd easily overpower her. Even if she could get the chain off, she didn't stand a chance.

One of the other captives stirred. It was Princess Laughter, in her human form. She was naked, dirty, and covered in other markings of abuse. Korriana could only tell who it was by the distinctive green streaks in her otherwise ginger hair. Her breathing was erratic for a moment, but she soon calmed back into a less frightful sleep. Was she also having nightmares?

On the other side, the Lady Vin sat up against the rock she was chained to. Her eyes were closed, but she looked more like she was meditating than sleeping. She was also nude, her body still relatively clean and untouched, pale skin still unmarred.

"It might be too late," Vin stated without opening her eyes.

Korriana gasped in surprise. She suddenly felt pretty silly about it, but the sound of her voice did brake pure silence. She needed to get her nerves under control.

"Your body is making its final changes," Vin continued to explain.

Korriana tried to ask why that was a problem, but found her voice wasn't working properly. Maybe it was part of her neck being so much longer. Maybe it was the soreness in her throat. Maybe, she was just too afraid to know.

"If you don't attune soon," Vin smiled at her in what seemed to be genuine appreciation for the situation, "You'll become a Chromatic Dragon."

Korriana's eyes widened momentarily. Then she sighed. Those words meant nothing to her.

"Cursed are the Chromatic Dragons," she continued in a rehearsed singsong voice, "Touched by Evil are they. For Red is wrath, And Green with envy. Blue for apathy, and Orange of greed." she let her voice trail off as visible energy formed around her wrists for a brief moment, twisting the manacles open. She stood, "...and Violet is of betrayal."

Korriana watched as the violet haired woman stepped proudly past her. Confusion was the first emotion that struck her. Why would she do this? She could easily set Korriana free. Together they could help the princess back to town. They might even be able to survive a conflict with the Akuaki if they kept more coordinated than them. She had trusted Korriana with carrying potential heirs. Why would she do this?

"I don't have some reason to do these sorts of things," Vin laughed, reading the thoughts off Korriana's face, "I just get a thrill out of it."

Korriana watched in horror as the woman turned back into her true form. The violet dragon bared her teeth at her and casually strode away. As the dragon turned the corner, there was the sound of a struggle. It quickly ended.

Several men came around the bend in the cave. Korriana recognized one of them immediately. The evil wizard, here? How? Why? Was he an Akuaki? Did he supply the darkness spells they used to cover their attacks? The wizard ordered one of the men to stand guard and hurried off with the other.

The guard, wearing an expression of disdain, approached in a casual pace. The man was heavy, tall, and very hairy. His ragged clothing made him look like a beggar, but the club in his hand gave Korriana caution.

He knelt down in front of the incapacitated princess. Korriana wanted to tell him to leave her alone, but all that came out was a growl. The guard gave Korriana a casual glance, gripped his club and casually strode over to her instead. The newly forming dragon cowered, scooting backwards a bit. One edge of the guard's mouth formed into a smile, then he struck her across the cheek with his club.

Korriana's vision filled with stars as she recoiled, scurrying away on instinct. The man didn't give her much chance to recover, instead pulling the chain to bring Korriana in close enough to strike her again. This time the chain kept Korriana from going anywhere, only the pain served as a reaction.

Satisfied, the man dropped her chain, and walked back over to the princess. With a nudge of his club, he turned the girl over onto her back. The look on Laughter's face sent horror down Korriana's spine. Her eyes were distant focused on nothing in particular, her mouth idly open as though she lacked the energy to keep it closed. She lay limp as a fresh corpse, the only signs of life was her breathing and a fresh tear running down her cheek.

The man pulled down his pants, and was upon her. He wasted no time, gave no foreplay, and cared little for spectacle. Korriana crawled to the opposite end of the bolder she was chained to so as to avoid hearing it. The whapping sounds of flesh against flesh and the man's grunts still reached her.

Korriana needed a plan, but what could she do? The collar around her neck might could be broken, but she didn't know any magic like that. She considered casting her sleep spell on the man, but last time she tried that... she shuddered. Maybe she could try something less magical. Dragons were supposed to have claws that could rend metal.

She clawed at the collar. Scrapping of metal on her claws was not only noisy but painful. A bit of metal got caught under her nail and caused her to wince and regret the attempt. The man's grunts grew louder, he didn't hear her, or maybe he decided not to bother. She tried again, painfully digging her claws into the collar this time it wasn't so noisy. The wetness of blood alarmed her, but she pressed on. She managed to rend a bit if the metal, it came loose and she pulled it away. In her claw she saw a small shard of bloodstained metal.

It worked. She could do it to the other end, then break the collar off. The man continued to assault her friend, so Korriana went about her plan. Soon the collar was off with a thud, her neck relaxing, she hadn't noticed how tight it was before. She felt her freed neck to realize that it wasn't her claws that were bleeding.

If she could rend metal...

Korriana leaped onto the boulder with a burst of adrenaline. She stared down at the horrid man having his way with the princess. Korriana instinct was to fry him with her breath weapon, but her throat gave nothing to work with. She bounded at him claws raised for attack. Collision was clumsy, the dragonling sliding off immediately, but the spray of blood was telling. The man arced his back in pain and was off the princess and trying to figure out what to do.

The man stared at her for a moment, terror in his eyes. He reached for his club. Korriana instinctively snapped at his hand with her new sharp teeth. She caught his fingers which cleanly cut off into her mouth. The metallic taste of blood took Korriana by surprise, she spit out the fingers in a hurry. The man stared at his now useless hand. His horror was quickly replaced with rage and he reached for his club with his other hand.

Korriana threw her claws out, cutting the man's arm open. After he recoiled from the pain, she slashed open his belly. She then tackled him with a shoulder and ripped his neck open with her teeth. The man gargled and fell limp. Dead.

The pounding of Korriana's heart was furious. She couldn't believe the power she had. Only a newly formed dragon, she'd only grow in strength. Eventually no one could hold her down. No one would take advantage of her. No one could stand in her way. No one could stop her.

She blinked. She had killed a man. Looking at Laughter, who was less dazed and more frightened, Korriana's stomach sank. She needed to be away from this place, to be away from this evil, and, most importantly, she needed to ascend.

Korriana glanced at the manacle she had rended. Pondered for a moment what an iron dragon might be like. Bloodthirsty likely, possibly have some sort of rusting breath weapon. That wasn't her. She looked around for another option. What chromatic dragon would she become anyways? What evil did white dragons endure? Looking at her scales now, was she blue? No. That blue was from the fungus light reflecting through the crystals...

Was there such a thing as a crystal dragon? Korriana approached a crystal formation. She severed a small piece of the structure. Not knowing what to do, she examined the material between her thumb and forefinger. It felt right to hold it against her breast and focus her sorceric energy on it. The crystal slowly dissolved into her. It was a part of her.

A sensation took over Korriana's body. A ripple of pure energy, a joyful feeling, a safe wonderful rightness with the world. She felt her wings stretch to the ceiling, her formally stubby tail suddenly swish about, her neck stretch out elegantly. Her limbs stretched, but strengthened. Her vision grew brighter. Her form simply felt more elegant. She wished she could see herself, she felt beautiful.

"Tappy!" Laughter could barely speak, but her excitement still showed, "You're a dragon!"

Korriana trotted over to the princess, no longer smaller than her, but not actually larger than her human form. She took the moment to stretch her new limbs, loving the feeling of being so elongated. She was complete, and never felt so good.

"My princess," Korriana mused, her new voice so mature and elegant, "So are you."

The princess laughed, assuming her true form. The chubby copper dragon was only slightly larger than Korriana. Her body was just as bruised, beaten, tired, and weak as she was in human form. If there was a conflict waiting, Korriana would need to face it alone. Korriana thrashed Laughter's chains apart with her claw, and the pair of dragons turned to see a dozen men staring at them in shock.

The men were frozen in fear at the sight of the dragons. Korriana testingly took a step towards them. A couple of them backed away. This would be easy, she thought, just walk around them, and if they try anything roar loudly and they'll flee. The confidence in that thought struck Korriana as odd, but in her new form it felt right.

"Come," Korriana told Laughter in matronly manner, and the two dragons approached the crowd that parted in fear.

One man out of the group did not give way. It was the one barking orders when Korriana was captured. He drew a sword, staring up at her with a menacing fury and with a gesture commanded his men to do the same. Korriana's stance remained confident as a few, not even half of the men followed this order.

For the briefest moment Korriana doubted her ability to defend herself. She wasn't a kobold any longer, that doubt was the past. Her magnificence was divine, her form supreme, she was beyond petty things like that.

"You," the swordsman pointed at one of his frightened lackeys, "Make yerself useful an' find Lister!"

Korriana laughed quietly to herself. She had forgotten that the wizard actually had a name. She had business with this Lister.

The man slashed his sword at Korriana, trying to get her to step back. Korriana stood, raising her brow as the blade swung through the air in front of her. The man took a step forward shouting and trying to intimidate her with more such swings.

Korriana swiped a claw at his wrist knocking the blade aside and tearing his wrist open. A splash of blood splattered one of the other men who fainted. Several others stepped in to make swipes, but Korriana threw them aside with blasts of wind from her mighty wings.

Several men fled, one was unconscious, their leader was disarmed, and the dragon they faced was unfazed. The leader called for a retreat and the men disappeared around the corner. Korriana watched them leave with a small smile on her face.

Though it would be prudent to press on, Korriana took a moment to stare down at the unconscious man. He was still breathing. The relief was tainted by the blood on her claws. He was bleeding from a cut on the side of his head, and for a moment she considered healing him. It wasn't a terrible wound, likely it would heal on its own... She cursed herself and pressed her snout to his forehead, sending positive energy through him.

"What are you doing?" Laughter coughed out a bit of shock.

"You're right," Korriana turned to her friend, "You need it more."

It didn't come as a surprise so much that Laughter's markings of abuse were much harder to handle than simple lacerations. Worse than that, she would need a spell to mend her broken spirit, which Korriana wasn't sure was even possible. And the curse of the Akuaki... how was she going to handle this?

Korriana pondered the dilemma and decided to cast a light spell, centered on Laughter herself. That might safeguard them from any shapeshifting. The princess gave a weak smile in response, thankful but still pained.

They ventured forth into the unknown. This was a level Korriana didn't explore much, it could be a while before she actually knew where they were. A spell might help them navigate, but her sense were much more keen now, and they were more than adequate before.

Around the tunnel's corner was a larger room, somewhat made out into a home with brick walls, torches, and simple furniture. They entered through a hole in one of the walls that had crumbled. This could be a complex she recognized, but she'd have to explore it more. These types of rooms weren't sized for dragons, so they might be better off... no. She'd just have to make due without her wings. Her claws and fangs were enough.

They passed through the first room, abandoned and sporting a single magical stasis trap, easily sprung. Korriana listened at the door to the next with practiced patience. Nothing. She waited a little while longer, and noticed a creature breathing in there. Possibly human. She waited a while longer to see if anyone else was there. Nothing. One person. What could she be worried about?

Korriana took a moment to tell the princess, "One person, it's likely their leader."

"What do we do?" Laughter's voice wore less panic than expected.

Looking around, the other other door had been caved in, likely years ago, "We press on." She refrained from stating that they didn't have much choice, "If it is who I believe, then I will have words with him."

The door was untrapped, unlocked, and easily opened. Inside, as she expected, was the evil wizard Korriana had spent so much time fearing. He wasn't nearly as imposing as she remembered with his greasy unkempt hair, scruffy beard, torn robes, and spindly limbs. He was sitting at a table across from a pair of empty chairs. Though his steepled fingers hinted of a calm mind, the beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his fear.

Korriana sauntered over to table, attempting to seem as confident as possible. In truth, her newfound confidence was cracking at the edges. She knew she might have to hurt this man, and she wasn't quite sure what she needed to say to him. The princess shifted to human form in order to traverse the door and follow Korriana in.

"I suppose you're going to threaten me and demand freedom as well?" The wizard spoke with a sarcastic, bored tone.

Korriana considered briefly what must have happened when Vin came through. She dismissed the notion, "I also demand that you do not follow us, and that you leave my people alone."

The wizard glanced at the naked princess, who coughed out a bit a blood at that moment, then back at Korriana, "And you're taking our prisoner?"

"She is a friend," Korriana stated, "I will not have you continue to hurt her."

The wizard sighed, glancing at the empty chairs. It was at that moment Korriana noticed the little iron spike in each, likely poisoned. The wizard shook his head in disbelief, and considered his options.

"We're leaving," Korriana stated to no one in particular, and began walking around the table.

"Wait."

Korriana's stride ceased immediately. She tried to ignore the man, but for some reason she couldn't help but obey his word.

The Wizard's eyes lit up, "I know you."

The crystal dragon considered her options quickly. She might be able to defend herself before he gave her a contrary command. If she acted immediately she might be able to overpower him. She tried for her claws, but they were frozen to his command. She only had one offensive spell, and sleep didn't work so well last time.

Korriana unleashed her breath weapon upon the man, not knowing what might happen. A wild scream sprung from the wizard as a flash of light and color filled the room. Laughter turned her head and covered her eyes. The wizard's screams lasted longer than the display of colors, but he was otherwise untouched. He felt around the table with his hands until he had his balance. She had blinded him. That's it? Her breath weapon was a flash of light?

"Don't do that again!" the wizard commanded, "Give no further resistance!"

Korriana felt her body tense up on it's own. Fear traveled up her tail through her spine to her neck. This wasn't how she imagined this meeting going.

"And you!" The wizard pointed vaguely in Laughter's direction, "Back to your cell."

The princess looked up at Korriana for a moment. She wasn't able to make eye contact before sinking back down. Her spirit had been broken. She slunk back to the prison meekly. The wizard watched her leave, then closed the door from where he stood with a cantrip.

The wizard wiped the sweat from his brow and began to contemplate the situation. He looked at his captive dragon, and she could almost hear the gears turning in his head. The blindness he suffered from had already faded.

Korriana cursed herself silently. If she had just let herself turn Chromatic, he'd likely have been burnt to a crisp, electrocuted, or reduced to a puddle. Instead, the wizard had her under his control. She was so stupid. Even as a crystal dragon, she could have simply ripped his throat out as soon as she had approached. He would have had to react with a quickened spell, more likely to annoy than repel... No. Those thoughts were useless. How was she going to get out of here?

"You will make no attempt to escape," the wizard commanded. He slowly and carefully added, "You will not lay harm to me, my subordinates..." he sighed, "or anyone else unless I command otherwise... not even to defend yourself." He drummed his fingers on his forehead in thought, "Those men, the Akuaki infected bandits are my subordinates. Follow any nonviolent commands they give you, unless it would require you to leave this level of the dungeon. Do not leave this level of the dungeon for any reason."

He continued on like that for quite a while. Constantly stopping to consider his words. His pauses grew longer the more, potentially conflicting commands he gave. The short of it was that she could never do anything but eat, sleep, and bathe without being explicitly told to. She'd be a servant, providing no resistance to those men. And she'd be expected to act as a sort of attack dog with no regard to her own safety.

"I think that does it," he mused, "Oh, and no talking unless someone asks you a question. You may lie to my subordinates, I don't care."

The spell he had cast on her so long ago had changed form, but its function was still the same. She couldn't disobey him. Before it would have struck her with terrible if she tried, now she simply couldn't try.

***

The wizard paced around the crystal dragon inspecting his prize. He circled around her with a calculating pace. He ran a hand down her rump, she recoiled to his touch.

"Give no resistance," the wizard commanded, his control over her made Korriana's spine tingle.

He slapped her rump. A sharp pain rippled through her flank, but she stood perfectly still. He then ran his fingers over her leg, feeling the surprising softness of her scales. His fingers trailed over her ass to her tail end. He grabbed her tail tight and lifted it, causing her to shriek.

"Make no noise," the Wizard commanded then considered, with a devious laugh he amended, "On second thought, say whatever you wish."

His hand brushed over her entrance, she shivered, but could not bring herself away. He let go of her tail, and she found she couldn't bring herself to lowering it. The wizard spread her with his fingers.

"Please don't..." Korriana managed a whisper.

The wizard laughed at her, "You are mine, I will do with you what I wish."

And with that, Korriana felt a pair of probing fingers enter her. A shudder ran up her leg as he felt around inside her. His fingers were rough, scratchy within her, but he was persistent in his probing.

Korriana gritted her teeth and didn't give him a response. The curse might require her to follow his orders, but she would not give him the courtesy beyond the letter. Difficult as that may be with him rubbing her clit between his thumb and index finger. Her breath faltered as he pinched down. A tingle of something, not pleasure she wouldn't-couldn't feel that, flowed through her.

"I think I liked you better as an Elf," the wizard mused.

For a moment, Korriana considered offering to change forms. To preserve her first time as a dragon for a more suitable mate. Her thoughts drifting to Thalthas, knowing he was only a few levels below. What would he think if saw her like this? Surely if he knew, he'd save her.

The dragon gasped as her captor slammed his fingers into her. He was methodical, ruthless, and uncaring. Thrusting like he was repeatedly punching her, his inserted fingers an afterthought. The slick sounds of wet slapping joined with each wave of... pain, it had to be pain.

"Enjoying yourself?" The wizard taunted.

Korriana didn't dignify him with an answer. Or at least she tried not to. His toying was beginning to reach a torrid fury that wrenched her loins with... discomfort, she assured herself.

"You're wet," he mocked.

She was not. She couldn't be. She refused to believe she was enjoying him abuse her like this. The slick, perverted probing sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She cried out involuntarily.

"I can't help but imagine you got yourself captured on purpose," the Wizard chided her.

"N-no," Korriana finally spoke, her breath heavy, her voice shaky.

The wizard pulled his hand out and gave her a wet spank. Korriana gasped, still barely holding onto her reserves.

"You didn't put up much of a fight," he laughed.

Korriana opened her mouth to argue, but managed to stop herself. He wouldn't break her. He couldn't.

A familiar pressure met her wet entrance. Korriana closed her eyes. She knew what came next. He pressed into her, spreading her, causing her knees to buckle and her mouth to hang open. His member dug into her slowly, pain, true pain, taking her. This new body of hers had never...

"You wretch..." she whispered, tears forming at her eyes.

The man bottomed out with a groan, "I may need to keep this pussy to myself..."

Korriana shivered at the implication as the man pulled back, the drag just as slow and painful. She stifled a moan as he thrust back in, just hard enough to solicit a wet pat. It didn't hurt so much on the third thrust. The fourth was honestly not bad. On the fifth, he slapped her flank.

"I own you," he reminded her as he started to push into rhythm.

"If this spell ends..." Korriana couldn't couldn't hold back a moan, her wings spreading of their own accord, "I'll..." that thrust hit her just right, "I'll kill you."

Her threat did nothing to stop the man. Instead, he continued into a fever of manic rage. He pinned her to the ground, ravaging her draconic pussy with wild abandon. Her body twisted under his hold, she would not...

A dam broke in her resolve, the pleasure rushing through in a crashing wave. She screamed in ecstasy, her body taken by the rush. Her hips moved on their own, thrusting out to meet his, needing more, so much more.

"You changed..." the wizard grunted, "your tune quickly."

She didn't care. She loved his dick. She needed his seed with every expression of her soul. His ravaging came to a crescendo, and she knew he would give it to her.

The wizard stopped. An ache formed in Korriana's stomach. Was that it? He wasn't done. The wizard pulled out, still erect, and sat on the ground.

"Come," the Wizard smiled, "I want..."

He didn't even finish his command before Korriana was upon him. Draconic strength and magically imbued lust pushed her into a dangerous aggression. She flattened him to the ground, only taking time to carefully line him up with her needing hole.

There was a loud crash as several books fell off a nearby shelf. She slammed down onto the wizard with a feverish need. She impaled herself onto his dick again and again, her only thoughts were of his virile seed. She let out a reverberating roar, her wings stretched out in wild angles. The wild rush of throwing herself on someone was one she never knew, but it was right.

In the distance a cave in was likely happening, but here she would have her wizard. She took him, ever harder, never stopping until her body shook with impossible pleasure. Her knees locked, her forelegs gave way, she collapsed on the man.

As she wound down, she realized he already came in her. She also discovered that he had passed out. This was perfect.

She stood, her legs a little wobbly, and walked around wondering what to do next. Ultimately it was obvious. She'd kill him, if able, flee if not.

She reached her jaw down to snap his neck, and a subtle pain in the back of neck slowly creeped towards her skull. She paused, the pain stopping. She tried again, her body wouldn't allow it, the pain much more real.

She sighed. His orders didn't seem to end while he was asleep. That meant she couldn't leave. She'd have to find a loophole in his orders to exploit if she was to make any sort of headway. Maybe he'd give her an order that could get him killed. Would that be stopped by his no harm rule?

She threw her head up in frustration. This curse was going to be her death. Or worse, it was going to turn her into a willing concubine to this disgusting man.

The door slammed open, several men jumped in weapons drawn. Korriana turned to them snarling.

"Back to yer cell with ya!" one of men shouted.

And to everyone's surprise, she obeyed.