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It had been one of the most revolutionary discoveries in history. Suddenly there was a product on the market that could turn people into dragons, and eager customers were taking up the opportunity in droves. For those who could afford the treatment, life was grand. Scaled and winged, people took to the skies to soar around and show off their grandiose and splendour.

But for those who couldn’t afford it, all they could do was crane their necks and look up to the majestic displays and hope. Derek was one of those unfortunate people. The closest he could get to soaring the skies was the shirt he wore, which was emblazoned with a dragon’s head. He was barely able to scrape together enough money to make it through the week, let alone save up for the incredible cost of transforming into a dragon. It was everything he could ever want, but it was denied to him.

Derek kicked a can in frustration as he made his way home from his dull job. His eyes were kept firmly on the ground, not wanting to look up and risk the sight of his dreams flying by. He hadn’t even been able to touch one of the dragons yet. None of his friends could afford the transformation either, and he didn’t dare approach one of the few dragons he came close to on the streets either. Certainly none of them bothered with his place of work. It was too cheap and out of the way for any dragons to stumble upon.

Once he finally got home, Derek picked up his mail and sifted through it. Once again it all looked like junk mail, without even the excitement of a bill to liven things up. He was about to throw it all into the trash when he caught sight of one small scrap of paper that he had somehow missed. A roughly scrawled handwritten note had been slipped in amongst his mail.

Hi there.

You don’t know me, but I’ve heard a bit about you.

Interested in dragons?

I might be able to help you out.

Give me a call.

Derek read over the note several times, his eyes wide. He barely dared to breathe, unsure this could be happening. There was indeed a number at the bottom of the note, and he quickly pulled out his phone. His hands trembled as he typed out the number and hit the call button.

A deep voice answered the call. It was a voice that wasn’t human. It was a dragon.

“H-hi… uh, I… you left a note?” Derek babbled into the phone, barely able to keep his composure. He was talking to a dragon. An actual real life dragon. And they were able to help him become one!

“Ah yes,” the voice rumbled. Derek gripped his phone tight, almost swooning in delight at the sound of that wonderful voice. “You must be Derek then. How about we meet up tomorrow? I very much think we can help each other out. You want what I need.”

“Yes!” Derek yelped, almost dropping his phone in delight. “Of course, yes! I would do anything!”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” the dragon growled through the speakers. “If you want to know more, meet me at the old warehouse by the river tomorrow morning. I’ll be waiting for you, but this will be your only chance. Don’t miss it.”

Derek nodded, before he realised that the dragon wouldn’t be able to see his movement. “Of… of course, yes! I’ll be there, don’t worry,” he said. His words tripped over each other as he struggled to speak clearly, too overcome by excitement.

The phone clicked off as the dragon ended the call. Derek’s hands slowly dropped down to his sides, barely able to believe his luck. His body was numb in excitement as he stood still in the middle of his kitchen. When finally he did move again it was to throw his arms above his head and whoop loudly. He couldn’t believe it. This was finally his chance. He wasn’t about to throw it away.

***

Though he was worried he would be too excited to sleep, Derek did manage to sleep well that night. He couldn’t recall his dreams, but he was sure there were moments in them that he had been flying. Soon he would be able to experience it for real. He simply couldn’t wait.

Breakfast was quickly devoured and he had a short shower before he hurried out of the house. He didn’t know what time the mysterious dragon wanted to meet him; just that it was sometime in the morning. The sun was barely up, so Derek knew that he was giving himself plenty of time to get down to the river. It wasn’t too long a walk. On a bad day it would take Derek just twenty minutes to get there. This morning he made it in less than fifteen.

Down by the river was an old industrial facility that had remained largely abandoned for most of the last decade. Bit by bit the empty buildings had been bought up by private investors, but nothing had ever come of any of it. The largest building in the old complex by far was the old warehouse. Last time Derek had walked by it had been crumbling, on the verge of collapse. Now though, it looked like it had been renovated.

The front gate was unlocked. Derek cautiously walked towards the massive doors of the warehouse. He kept an ear out for any sound of the dragon, but he could hear nothing that was out of place. A few birds squawked and cawed from the other side of the buildings, on the shores of the river that ran through the middle of the city.

He tested the large double doors at the front of the warehouse, but found them to be firmly closed. They appeared to open with some kind of machinery, so he knew he had no chance of forcing them open. Unsure if he needed to wait outside or find his way inside, he decided to wander around the warehouse to see if he could find some other point of entry. At least he’d be able to hear the dragon approach if he stayed close by.

Sure enough, halfway down the river side of the warehouse, Derek found a small door. He tried the handle and was surprised to find it was unlocked. His heart pounded in his chest as he pushed open the door. Inside was a dark corridor, but further down he could see a slither of light that shone from the cracks around a second door. The air that wafted out was warm, and somewhere ahead he thought he could hear the deep rumbling of something large breathing slowly. It was the dragon, it had to be.

Slowly, Derek crept forward through the dark corridor. He nearly tripped over a loose bucket that had fallen across the floor, but regained his footing before he tumbled down. By the time he reached the door at the far end, his heart was pounding soon loud in his chest he was sure it would be heard from outside the building.

Unsure whether he should open the door or not, Derek settled on simply knocking on it a couple of times. He felt ridiculous for doing so, but it only took a few moments before the voice he had spent much of the night fantasising about answered.

“Come in.”

This time Derek didn’t hesitate. He pushed open the door and stumbled through into the massive warehouse. The door slowly swung shut behind him, but by then Derek’s attention had well and truly been captured. In the middle of the room, perched on a nest of thick rugs, was the largest dragon Derek had ever seen. With scales of azure blue and eyes that were piercing yellow, Derek had to admit that the dragon was utterly beautiful. He was captivated already. And knowing that he would soon be like the great dragon? The thought was intoxicating.

“You must be Derek,” the dragon rumbled. His great head slowly rose from his forepaws. Derek couldn’t help but gasp. The dragon was huge. Far bigger than he had realised.

“I… I am, yes…” Derek said, his voice barely above a whisper. He then cleared his throat and stepped a little closer to the great dragon that towered above him, even as he lay down. “May I ask for your name?”

The dragon chuckled. He slowly rose up to his paws and stretched out – catlike. Each one of those paws was almost as large as Derek’s torso, but somehow he didn’t feel scared in front of the great dragon. He felt wonder and awe. “My name is Lazuli. But you will come to know me by a different name,” the dragon said. He extended one paw towards Derek, placing a claw beneath the human’s chin.

“Lazuli? That’s a beautiful name,” Derek said. His whole body was still as the dragon’s claw poked and prodded at him. He could see the wicked point on it, aware that if the dragon wanted it, he would be dead in seconds. But still he felt no fear.

“Thank you. I chose it myself,” Lazuli rumbled. His claw finally came away from Derek’s body. Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t say. But he seemed to have liked what he found, as he nodded his head and snorted, a ring of smoke emerging from his nostrils. “I think you’ll do just nicely.”

“I will? That’s good! I can’t wait,” Derek said. He was practically quivering with excitement. His mind was running through all sorts of scenarios. How would it feel to have scales? To have claws? To have wings?

Lazuli nodded. “Yes. I’ve been looking for someone so devoted to dragons for a long time. I think you’ll be just perfect for what I need,” he said in his low, rumbling voice. He turned away from his nest bed and started to stride across the massive warehouse. Derek had to run to keep up with Lazuli’s giant strides.

By the far wall was an untidy collection of the dragon’s possessions. With great care for his size, Lazuli rummaged through the collection with a couple of claws, pushing a few things to the side before he found what he was after. It was a small plastic case, which he nudged across to Derek. “Inside there is what you want. Be sure to take it all.”

Derek’s fingers trembled as he opened up the case. Inside was a single bottle, filled with a glistening pink fluid. Very carefully, he picked up the bottle and started to undo the lid. He felt the pressure of Lazuli’s claws on his shoulder, making him pause for just a moment.

“Be sure this is what you want. I know your devotion to dragons is pure, but this can’t be reversed once it begins,” the dragon warned. He then took his claws away from Derek and sat back, showing no emotion as he waited for the human to make his decision. But Derek had already made it. There had never been any chance of backing out.

Derek drank the pink liquid down in one go, not stopping until every last drop had been drained from the bottle. He wiped his lips and trembled in excitement. It was done. It was really done. “How long does it take?”

“Some things happen instantly. The rest will happen over a few days,” Lazuli explained. He gently placed a forepaw against Derek’s side. “Go home and enjoy your day. Tomorrow, come back here at the same time. Then you’ll be all mine.”

Derek tentatively reached out to place his hand against the dragon’s paw. His fingers gently slid over the surprisingly smooth scales, feeling the warmth of the living, breathing dragon against him. He couldn’t believe his luck. This was everything he had ever wished for.

Without realising what he was doing, he kissed the dragon’s paw. “Thank you so much for this. I promise you I won’t disappoint you.”

Lazuli rumbled happily, holding out his paw for Derek to kiss again, which the human did without hesitation. Again and again. Until the dragon pulled the paw away again. “Go on. Tomorrow you will be ready. Come and see me again then.”

Derek nodded eagerly. Though he was loathe to leave the dragon’s side, he didn’t want to upset him already. He scampered away across the warehouse, heading back through the same door he had entered by. With one last, adoring look towards the dragon, Derek vanished home.

***

That day was the longest Derek had ever known. He couldn’t get comfortable at all, and at first he wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t anything about the transformation. He hadn’t even noticed anything changing just yet. But finally he worked it out. He missed Lazuli. He wanted to be with him again. He was tempted to go back to the warehouse, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. That would be disobeying the dragon, and he couldn’t do that.

Without the dragon around though, Derek couldn’t truly enjoy himself. He pined for the dragon, and ended up sitting in his living room just staring at the television he hadn’t even turned on. He felt strangely warm, and as he wiped his brow his hand came away wet. Sweat was starting to pour from every inch of his body, but he wasn’t warm. He could only assume it was part of the transformation process as it started at last.

That at least gave Derek some excitement, though that quickly turned to annoyance as his clothes were quickly drenched. There was a lot of sweat dripping from him, and soon he began to detect a strange scent with it. He rubbed his forehead again and held it to his nose, which wrinkled in response to the acrid smell. He wasn’t sure if he could place was the smell was, but it was certainly potent. And oddly attractive.

As the day progressed, the sweating got even worse, but there didn’t seem to be any other changes to his body that Derek could notice. His skin was pale and shone with sweat, but wasn’t growing any scales at all. Every time he walked around, his feet squelched against the carpet, but he didn’t bother taking off his socks – or any of his clothes for that matter. They clung to his body like he’d just emerged from the river, but there was little point changing them. The new ones would only get wet anyway.

Derek tried to have a shower before sleeping, but that didn’t seem to do anything to the sweat pouring from his body. If anything it made it worse, with the sweat congealing into a thicker slime and hung from his body. He tried flicking the slime away, but most of it just clung to his skin and refused to budge. It wasn’t long before he started to ignore it entirely. Even the smell was starting to get pushed to the back of his mind.

By the time Derek woke up the next morning, he was covered in a thin layer of slime. He oozed slowly across his body as he moved. It had already stained his bedsheets, but he didn’t worry about that. Instead he just wiped away some of the whiteish slime from his hands and stared down at them. Black scales were starting to form on them, reaching up almost as high as his elbows. It was really, truly happening!

It wasn’t until he lay back in his wet bed, and a strange pain emanated from the small of his back, that Derek realised he had a small tail growing as well. As soon as he discovered that, the small limb wagged furiously. But most importantly to Derek, morning meant that he would be able to go back down to the warehouse and see the dragon again.

He didn’t bother having another shower, nor even changing his slime-soaked clothes. He was sure Lazuli wouldn’t mind. His small tail wagged happily inside his pants as he made his blissful way through the streets. Everyone he passed gagged and held their hands over their noses, but Derek didn’t pay any attention to them. The only opinion that mattered to him was that of his dragon. Not these poor people trapped in their human bodies. He was ascending to something much better than any of them.

By the time Derek made it down to the river, the colour of his scales was visible even through the sticky slime that coated his body. They were pitch black, though some lighter highlights were beginning to form. Derek had never seen any pink dragons before, but he was sure that was the colour of the highlights. Or was it a pale red? Must have been that.

The scent of the dragon was even stronger than it had been the previous day. Derek closed his eyes outside the exterior door of the warehouse, just standing still for a few moments while he breathed in the intoxicating scent. And arousing scent. Derek felt a flare of arousal bursting from his crotch at the thought of the dragon waiting inside for him, but curiously there was no matching tightness in his pants. Something to wonder about later.

Derek could wait no longer. He pushed open the door and hurried inside, tripping over the same bucket as he had the previous day. He kicked it out the way and burst into the inner warehouse. Sure enough, there was Lazuli waiting for him. A great calmness spread over Derek at the sight of the dragon, and he smiled up to the wonderful creature. He had missed the dragon so much, but now he was back in his presence he could be happy and complete again.

Lazuli’s nostrils flared as he looked down at the beaming human. Unlike the people on the street, his reaction was not one of disgust, but of curiosity and intrigue. His great head snaked in close, and he gently licked up Derek’s face. The slime he cleared up was almost immediately replaced by some fresh ooze that sweated from his pores.

“Interesting,” the dragon rumbled. His tongue licked at his lips a few times as he sniffed in Derek’s scent. “Show me your hands.”

Derek immediately obeyed. He held up his hands for the dragon to inspect, flicking a bit of the slime away as he did so. It dripped from his extended limbs, creating a small damp patch on the concrete floor.

“That is an interesting reaction,” Lazuli said. His voice wasn’t concerned, but just curious still. He hooked one claw beneath Derek’s shirt. “Take off your clothes.”

It wasn’t a request, but an order. And Derek had no problem obeying it in an instant. His sodden clothes were quickly discarded into a slimy pile. He stood nude and proud in front of the dragon. The small claws on his fingertips rubbed gently over his wet skin, finding other places where scales had formed. His crotch had changed entirely, leaving a smooth patch of scaling with nothing to indicate he’d ever had anything more there. That was the source of his constant arousal, but he had nothing left to show it with. But somehow, that never bothered him. He didn’t need it. He was here to serve Lazuli, not himself.

Lazuli’s claw gently brushed over Derek’s smooth crotch, and the changing human let out a low huff of pent up arousal. “That is working as intended at least,” the dragon said. He placed his head close to Derek’s and breathed in firmly. “But this… this is curious indeed.”

“Is it a problem?” Derek squeaked. He was terrified of disappointing the dragon, and it sounded like something wasn’t going right.

Lazuli sat back and curled his tail around his legs. “A problem? No. I don’t get the kobold I wanted, but I still get… something interesting. I don’t know what yet, so this should be fun to see. But aren’t you forgetting what you should be addressing me as?”

A small spark of concern flared in the back of Derek’s mind. Kobold? Wasn’t he meant to be…? Oh, of course. It was a kobold. What else would he be, with his devotion to dragons? Kobolds served dragons and had no thoughts for themselves. They dreamed of being dragons, but knew they were just servants to them. Derek bowed his head. “Sorry, Master. Forgive me for failing to honour you with my every word.”

Lazuli rumbled and smiled down at Derek. “You are forgiven this time. Just don’t forget your place again.”

Derek squeaked and shook his head, splattering slime across the floor as it flew from his face. “No, Master. It won’t happen again.”

The dragon nodded and stroked his claw down Derek’s belly. Scales were starting to replace skin more rapidly now. There was more black and pink than bare skin, but it felt soft and weak. It was most unlike the tough scales Lazuli possessed.

“Tell me, Kobold. Are you allergic to anything?” Lazuli asked. One claw rested against Derek’s crotch again, and the newly-forming kobold struggling to think around the pleasure that touch caused.

“Y-yeah…” Derek gasped. He nodded firmly, flicking more slime onto the floor. The dragon seemed even larger now. He had been big before, but now he was even more massive and radiant. Or was he smaller? Derek blinked some ooze out of his eyes and wiped down the side of his forming muzzle as he struggled to think on the question asked of him. “Gluten, Master.”

Lazuli snorted. “I shall have to make note of that one for my next attempt.”

“I can help you with that, Master,” Derek said. He nodded eagerly, but wasn’t sure what he was offering. He just wanted to help the dragon, no matter what. He swayed where he stood, his legs starting to feel weak and unsteady. At least his tail felt alright, and it thumped against the floor behind him.

The dragon smiled down at his burbling kobold and petted him lightly on the shoulder. That pressure was all it took for Derek to fall to the floor. He lay down in a puddle of his own white slime. He looked down at his legs. They looked very different now. Instead of flesh, they looked like a strange sort of black rubber, faded by the exposure to the goo that still oozed out from beneath the surface.

Lazuli’s paw gently rubbed over Derek’s body, inundating the kobold’s mind with waves of blissful arousal. One claw hooked beneath the kobold’s tail, finding a thick ring of rubber that led into a ridged and ribbed tunnel. It bored deep into Derek’s body. Whatever had once been inside him had been replaced by that passage, clearly designed for one purpose alone.

The dragon grinned hungrily down at the kobold as Derek squirmed in delight at the feeling of that claw burying deep into his new pleasure hole. “My kobold, you will serve me perfectly, but I get the feeling you’re not yet done, are you?”

Derek tried to respond, but his mouth was feeling funny. It felt sticky and gummed up by the oozing slime. He went to wipe his muzzle clean, but his hand found nothing but smooth rubber. Deep down in his mind he felt a brief flicker of panic as he struggled to find his mouth, but that was soon replaced by a calm, gentle contentment. He was a kobold. He didn’t need a mouth to serve his master. Why would his master ever need him to talk? Toy would never have anything interesting to say.

With its master’s claw swirling around its hole, the kobold toy didn’t even realise that it could no longer feel its legs. With a great effort to lift its head, it looked down to find that everything below the hips had melted away into the slime. It thought it could still see some of its pink and black colours amongst the whiteish ooze, but even that was soon gone.

Master’s claw was then removed from its aching and empty hole. It squirmed, giving a mouthless huff through its nose before that was sealed over by more of the slime. Its chest heaved for a moment, before realising that it no longer needed to breathe. It tried to lean forward and find Master’s paw again, wanting something to feel the aching need in its body. Either Master’s claw, or better yet, what lay at Master’s crotch. It craved something, and could think of nothing else, even as its arms started to melt down into a puddle of slime.

Toy fell back onto its back as its arms finally gave way. It tried to blink clear its eyes, but that was becoming harder to do as the slime flowed faster down his face. It twitched its smooth, blank muzzle, but without its hands it could no longer wipe anything away. It closed its eyes for a moment, and by the time it tried to open again, there was no longer anything left. Why would a toy like it need to see? It didn’t need to talk, or smell, or see. It didn’t need any of its senses, but still it could hear Master leaning in close, and feel the touch of his claw on its squirming body. The claw hooked into its hole again, making Toy’s whole body writhe with pleasure.

Toy’s body was dragged along the floor. It didn’t know where it was being taken to, but soon it felt the blankets of Master’s bed beneath its back. Even that touch was starting to fade though. Its sense of touch was flaking away, covered by the slime that encased its entire body. Numbness spread through his whole torso, but Toy couldn’t feel worried by it. It just felt the craving arousal that flared from its useless smooth crotch. It longed to serve Master and please him.

As almost the last sense of touch faded from its body, it felt Master’s mouth brushing over his ear. “You will be a good toy for me,” Master said. The voice was quiet and distant, but it still filled Toy’s mind with the resonance of a great bell. The thought bounced around his mind, overwhelming and overpowering every other thought the toy attempted to make. Soon that was all that was left. Being a good toy. A good toy for master.

That was what it was. Nothing else. Just a toy. A kobold toy designed solely to pleasure its master. It could feel nothing. Think nothing as the remains of its smooth head sloughed away to melt into slime, leaving behind just a wriggling, mindless torso. It felt nothing either, not even as Master’s paw rubbed over the wet surface.

It wasn’t until Master placed something against the entrance to the toy’s stretchy hole that it wriggled and thrashed in pleasure. For a moment it almost seemed like the toy was alive. That it was a living, thinking thing. But there was nothing inside but a desperate arousal as it longed to serve. And it couldn’t be happier.