Divine Bounty 1
#52 of Tik Tik into the Wildlands
Every month, I write stories for my patrons, and eventually, I release them to the public. This is one of those stories.
Gonz was once an ordinary male kobold, until she accidentally used a spell that turned her into a voluptuous woman. Now, she is the most popular kobold in her tribe, and has attracted the attention of someone from far away. What does this dragonkin want with her?
The kobold tribe has become more and more popular ever since their hum-drum sorcerer became the most irresistible sorceress to ever grace kobold kind. Males from many tribes over go on pilgrimages, bringing knowledge and trade to just see her wondrous beauty, and Gonz is enjoying every minute of it.
Her room, once the depressing cave of an out-of-shape pathetic virgin, is now the resplendent boudoir of the skilled and seductive arcanist. She enjoys her time here, lounging on her imported divan and having her servant boys rub heat stones over her naked body as others pick roasted meat from the bone and place it into her waiting mouth.
It is in this state that Gonz takes her newest visitor. One of her servants enters into her room and takes a knee for her, covering his eyes with a blindfold so as to not be so swayed by her beauty. "Oh, great sorceress," he hisses. "A traveler from far away has come to see you. He claims to bring a message of great import."
"Royal importance?" she asks, rolling her shoulders and snapping her fingers. She sits up, holding out her arms and letting her servants drape her robe over her shoulders so that her luscious breasts would at least be partially hidden to tantalize the guest.
"Divine, actually," comes another voice, husky and deep and decidedly tall, and through the entrance to her chambers steps in a reptilian figure with verdant green scales, a magnificent speckled snout, and a bare, barrel chest draped with a traveler's belt. He flashes a smile over the temptress, and that is enough to cause her heart to melt.
Gulping, Gonz crosses her leg over the other, finding herself suddenly inconvenienced by the wettening sensations between her legs. She tries to keep her cool and keep her head up, bouncing her leg to ease the nerves bubbling up in her body. "A dragonkin," she says, her voice as jittery as the rest of her. "Have you come all this way just to lay eyes upon me, or is there something more that I can provide you. A service, perhaps, for the weary traveler?"
He kneels down, reaching eye-level with the kobold, but bows his head. "It is not for my own sake that I come to you."
Gonz frowns, and there's no hiding the disappointment in her next sigh. "Oh, so, what do you want?"
Reaching into his belt pouch, the dragonkin pulls out a necklace with a shimmering pendant of a brilliant jade. Etched upon its surface, in a crude, archaic fashion, is the symbol of a shaft of wheat wreathed with impressive draconic wings. "This is a gift from my goddess, granted to me as part of a vision to give to the most worthy of her power.
Gonz hops off of her divan and swipes the pendant from his hand, cradling it in her cupped hands as she hunches over it. "A... an actual artifact from the goddess of fertility...?" She says, trembling as she traces her finger over the etching. "And you're just giving it to me?"
He nods, a warm smile spreading across his face. "It was what I saw in my vision, oh great sorceress. Please, enjoy the bounty that my goddess has provided."
She lifts it up high, examining the pendant from various different angles, until she finds herself satisfied and lowers it over her head. She lets the medallion upon it rest between her breasts and then she spins around, hands upon her hips and eyes narrowed slyly. "Well, then. Since you came all this way here, it seems a shame to just let you leave empty-handed."
"All I require, my dear sorceress," he begins, reaching his hands out and clasping her hand tenderly, "is that you spread the good word of Xasandra's bounty to all of your people. If any kobold here can do it, I know that it is you."
She yanks her hand free and snarls. "What? You want me to preach for you? Sorry, but what do I look like, a cleric? No, my power is my own, and I will do as I will. You can't just expect me to say how great this goddess is when most people don't even remember she exists."
"That's alright that you think that, Lady Gonz," the dragonkin says. He then stands up and places his hand upon his breast, bowing slightly. "I'll be back to see how you feel about it in due time." He then leaves, not turning until he exits the chamber, leaving Gonz to stand there in a huff alone with her servant boys.
She toys with the pendant a moment and sighs. "Well, at least I got a nice little trinket out of it," she muses. "If nothing else, I'll have something to go with my dress. Speaking of which, boys!"
Her servants approach her, bringing to her her seductive sorceress dress. She drops her robes and lifts up the material, slipping one hand and then the other into it. But, as she goes to pull it down, the fabric clings tightly to her bust, and she grunts in a disgruntled confusion. "The hells? Did this thing shrink or something!? Help me get this on!" she commands, and her boys swarm around her, pulling and tugging on the garment as she flutters around all flustered within the fabric.
"This thing was tailor made to my curvaceous form," Gonz says, "this doesn't make any sense!"
With a rip, the boys fall down, and the dress pops into place, the seams on the sides spilling down to show off more of her scales, and the cups hold her breasts just as snug as they should. Gonz turns toward her mirror and looks at herself, running her hands down from her collar and then to her chest, palms feeling over the dress for any sign of oddities. "Does this... does this dress make my butt look big?"
"Oh, not at all, great sorceress!" One of her servant boys said. "In fact, I love your butt. It's connected to such perfect hips..."