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It was less of a house and more of a cavern, but for a dragoness like Xyria, it was home. Or it would be, once properly broken in. She had all her stuff where it went, but something still wasn't right. That cave had to feel like somewhere she dwelt, and for that purpose she'd enlisted the help of several friends. They followed that big blue stripe-dragon into the darkness until those lamps lit up all around them, seemingly on their own. They knew well that their host for the evening tended to indulge in all things magical, or generally supernatural, but in truth few of them knew exactly what she was capable of. Or exactly what she was planning for them. A faint smile curled at the corner of her mouth, that devious energy making her stripes glow just slightly, but nobody seemed to notice.

"Mm, yes, this will do nicely for you! Good for lazing, good for entertaining, and all that dragon stuff!" Mop chirped up, the chimeric kobold-cat swiftly pacing back and forth around the whole area to make sure she inspected every single detail, as if there might be a quiz at a moment.

The big momma bear Kingdom wasn't quite so studious in checking out every single corner of hir dragon friend's new dwelling, but shi did make sure to pad hir hefty self around and get a good look.

"Very cozy, Xyria. But you were saying it doesn't quite feel right yet? What's that about?"

"Something like that." Xyria finally stopped and turned to face them, wearing a broad, and maybe slightly intimidating grin. "I was hoping you could all help me with something."

"Help you? Is something wrong?" Saccharine expressed genuine concern when she heard that, the housecat's gentle eyes widening with worry.

"I thiiiiink ..." came Mentova's gentle voice, the fox's expression turning sly. "I think she means a sex thing. If I'm getting the right vibes. Nothing wrong with that, of course!"

"Ohhh ... well in that case ..." The cat perked up, swishing her tail a few times, looking as cute as could be.

That prompted Mop to shuffle in right beside the other feline, the chimeric cat standing up tall on her toes to make sure Xyria didn't miss her.

"Yes! Let me help! I'll help with everything you need!"

That was enough to get an aside glance from the housecat, but she didn't really mind. She was far too fascinated in whatever surprise Xyria had cooked up for her. The others moved in too, crowding around, standing in rapt attention before the dragoness.

"Yeah, I'm game for whatever!" Mentova chimed in.

"Oh, well now that sounds interesting," Kingdom agreed. "Don't keep us in suspense now! What kind of surprises have you got for us tonight?"

Mop let out a giggle as if she knew something the others didn't. Nobody paid her any mind.

"I think you'll like it. All you have to do is hold still a while. It won't hurt. In fact, it might feel quite nice," Xyria told them, raising her hands above them, the energy flowing hotter and heavier through her scaled body.

A mesmerizing sensation collectively fell over them like a descending cloud of vapour - not a supernatural one, but rather just the natural result of staring over a colourful, elegant dragoness as she channelled the magical energies within her to begin the process of casting her spell. There was no looking away from a display like that, from that shimmering light show that blinked between neon tones as if they had suddenly stepped into a wild rave. The hues reflected off the nearby walls, shining from Xyria's eyes and stripes alike as she began to murmur something, a chant just beneath audible volume as she spoke those arcane words and concentrated. Deeper, harder, focusing her energy on her four guests, she left them squirming with anticipation. It was certainly exciting, though. Perhaps even arousing, especially once Xyria gathered that magical power in the palm of a single hand, and blew it towards them with a gentle breath. It surrounded them and invaded their bodies, but it hardly felt like a violation. A soothing sensation came with the smooth fragrance of the dragoness' breath as the spell took hold and the transformation took with seemingly no effort at all. They hardly even realized it was happening but for a pleasant tingle spreading through them, only breaking from that transfixed state once the process was complete.

Glancing down, Kingdom couldn't help but gasp at first, finding hir sheath suddenly missing. Though it wasn't anything so drastic as that - it had simply taken on a new configuration. All hir genitals were tucked nicely into a reptilian slit, just as heft as ever, if slightly shrunken down to match hir newly diminished stature. Only then did shi look up to consider the appearance of the others. All but one had changed. It was easy to recognize them, even shorter than before, the four of them standing together at barely half of Xyria's height each. Their colours and markings persisted even through the transformation, but they certainly weren't the same species anymore. Gone were the bear, the cat, the fox, and standing in the place were three small kobolds, their scaled bodies glistening pleasingly in the reflection of the lamplight. Mop, meanwhile, hadn't changed at all, at least not visibly. Their host was looming over them, wearing a much broader grin than before, admiring her handiwork. The spell had worked perfectly. And there was no saying how long it'd last, or if they could ever change back on their own.

"Mm ... does everyone ... do you feel that?" The housecat stood in a daze, rubbing at her newly furless head, brushing her fingers along the scales that were her new skin.

"Feel what?" Mentova asked, slowly rocking their hips back and forth. "Mostly I just feel ... good."

"And a little excited, maybe. More so every moment." Kingdom ran hir fingers along her body, along those curves that remained as thick as ever. "It's like something is drawing me to you, Xyria. I just want ... my body wants to be generous."

"Well don't just stand there!" Mop's energetic demeanour would have been a good fit for a kobold, but maybe that was why Xyria didn't feel the need to change her at all. She was already close enough, embodying the spirit of one in addition to the physicality. Reinforcing that point, she let out a distinct yip as she lashed her tail about and started pointing fingers. "Let's get moving! The dragoness has made you into her kobolds, and you know what that means, right?"

"She has? Just ... like that?" Saccharine remained a touch confused.

"Just like that!" Mop insisted. "And that means we've got to serve. You feel that urge, don't you? That eagerness to please a dragon? It's what we're for!"

She spoke as if she was transformed right along with them. Whether she thought she had, or simply didn't care wasn't clear.

"Well ... if you say so! That does sound rather nice," Kingdom admitted, shuffling hir feet.

"I knew you'd agree."

Xyria stood up tall, planting her hands on her hips. She didn't bother to move or direct them. All she needed to do was speak one single word, and she knew her most loyal of servants would spring right into action.

"Mop?"

That set the catbold into a flurry of activity. She yapped loudly and just started shoving, urging the others to get into a proper position to please their dragoness. Maybe she was a little pushy, but her direction was effective, at least. They were quickly assembling all around their object of worship without much question as to why they were doing it. Their bodies seemed to move almost on their own, with a little guidance at least. Even as they brushed up alongside the thighs of the dragoness, they couldn't help but wonder what exactly was feeling such a desire. Kingdom was stroking up and down those scaly thighs when shi stopped to consider.

"Hmm ... is that the spell doing its work on me, Xyria? I feel ... strangely compelled to worship you. Maybe even in an unnatural way ..."

Shi wasn't refusing, but shi was hesitant, not wanting to be mind-controlled into doing something shi might not normally do. Xyria waved off all concerns with a simple gesture, her voice spilling out more warmly, more enticingly than any of them had ever heard it before.

"Unnatural? Oh, certainly not. Your minds are entirely your own, I assure you." A little gleam reflected in those emerald eyes of hers. "If anything, I have merely awoken something deep inside of you, something powerful that was merely waiting for the right moment to manifest. The urge to serve has always been there, but never has there been a better opportunity to act upon it. Don't you think?"

Running a finger up along Kingdom's belly, then pressing that digit between hir breasts to stroke a claw just above that steadily beating heart, the dragon breathed warmly over the bear and left hir soothed, slumping, assuaged of all doubts. It felt good to press close, to rub, to squeeze, to admire. And all the other kobolds were quick to join in soon after. Xyria was left with them dangling off her body, clinging to her every curve and refusing to let go as she hauled them over to a gathering of pillows. It was akin to a miniature hoard of its own, that vast mountain of cushy things make for the perfect place to throw her hefty self, all sprawled out and massive, especially in comparison to her newly transformed servants. They practically swarmed her as soon as they got the chance. Mop was of course the foremost among them, immediately sprawling herself out atop the dragon's belly and taking to massage at Xyria's tits. She was extra firm with them, to the point that even a dragoness had to huff and groan a little to have such an eager squeezer working on those sensitive mounds. And the indulgence only got better with the rest of them gathering around, working from all angles, kneading with their hands, or nuzzling in facefirst, even licking.

"Mmm ... I still don't totally know what happened," came Saccharine's murmur. "But this feels so good ..."

She spoke from her spot, nestled beneath one of Xyria's arms. Her tongue still retained some of that feline tingliness, put to good use swiping up and down the dragon's side, from hip to belly to bust, slipping along the outer curves of one breast before dipping back down. It was indiscriminate, fixating on no single spot, instead just worshipping every scale she could get her tongue on, one at a time, finding pleasure in their texture, in their taste and warmth alike. And she felt even better when Xyria pressed in close, speaking soft, heated words meant only for her.

"It feels even better for me, Sugar."

That wasn't just a generic term of endearment. Xyria rarely ever used that nickname speaking to her, but when she did, it always seemed to strike her at the exact right moment. Chari swiftly descended into a fit of flustered blushing, wiggling her hips as a rush of excitement and even arousal washed over her all at once. She was briefly frozen, wanting nothing more than to keep licking, but she couldn't find the willpower. Not when she was so deeply enraptured by the dragoness' every movement. She held still until Xyria moved in close and laid a kiss right on her cheek, one that made her yip out in place of the usual feline mewls.

"And you are so sweet. Be mine, for a while. Maybe a long while."

The only way Chari could properly show her approval of such teasing was to redouble her slurping efforts. She slathered up one side of the dragoness while Mentova worked on the other. The former fox's usual shyness had vanished in favour of devoted servitude, allowing them to close their eyes and softly moan out for every stroke of their own tongue along those glossy scales. Oh, they'd tasted Xyria before, but being a kobold, it was like pure ecstasy on their tongue for every single stroke, leaving them in reverence, losing themself in worshipping that scale-clad body without any other thoughts in their mind. A twitch of that chubby tail of theirs and they were soon erect, pressing up against Xyria's hips but paying such pulsing need no mind when they had that soft blue body to occupy their entire focus.

With Mop hogging those dragon tits and the others busy at Xyria's sides, Kingdom was going to have to find a spot of hir own. It didn't take long. The other three had been so short-sighted, crowding around the dragoness' upper half like that. That left the bear with everything below the waist to play with and adore. Xyria's spiral-patterned cock was an obvious target, but there were so many other attractions. Shi ended up dipping her head down to get snug between those thick thighs, nuzzling, then kissing, licking along the inside while Xyria lightly squeezed them around hir head. Nothing too aggressive. She was content to bask in the attention of her new servants, feeling them settling into their roles after a mere few touches and licks. She didn't need to guide them or direct them to any particular spot on her body. They found their places just fine, lavishing adoration upon her with every single application of their tongue, or their fingertips, those rumbles emanating from them almost like purrs, but more guttural and koboldish. Their voices blended together, joined as one in devotion to their new goddess, rewarded for every touch with those sparks of pleasure tingling through their kobold minds, telling them they were doing a good job. Though of course it made it feel even better to tell them herself.

"Oooohh, my ... there you go. All of you are very good at this. I don't even need to tell you what to do, do I? Just let your bodies guide you, follow those instincts, those urges, wherever they may take you ..."

She was in no particular rush. Their licking and kneading was better than a professional massage, tending to her every detail, making her feel like a queen. Or something more. This was how a dragoness should feel in her own home, she thought to herself, taking the time to briefly close her eyes, soaking it all in. Then those emeralds gleamed back to attention as she snapped her eyelids open, giving an intense glare over the four of them. A rumble in her belly reminded her of the ultimate goal. There wasn't a dragon alive who could resist such succulent kobold servants and their catbold guide, especially not when they were so single-mindedly devoting themselves to her. She hadn't hypnotized them, or at least she hadn't forced them to do anything against their own will. That her body, her flavour, her very presence was so intoxicating, so mesmerizing all on its own wasn't unfair, in her opinion. They had chosen to start worshipping, and they had grown hooked on her. That seemed entirely natural to her.

Aside from those urgent belly growls, there were other, more immediately demanding needs thrumming within her body. They had hardly even lavished any attention upon her more intimate areas, and yet she was already standing tall, already solid and twitching. Her cock throbbed like it had a mind of its own, pulling up close to her body as the tension ran through its every inch, making it drip. Her balls clenched and flexed between her thighs, a rumbling sensation churning deep inside them. She was going to need some release. And soon. Those tongues felt good and all, but she was beginning to numb to them. She needed more, needed their full devotion. And all it took to get her way was to briefly clear her throat, sitting up slowly atop that mountain of cushions to better present that glistening shaft to the four of them. Kobold or not, there was hardly a creature alive who could have resisted that offer of textured dragon dick, especially not with the horned goddess of a dragon looming above, casting down a shadowed look of pure desire. Her will became their own as they descended to please her - and certainly not because she was manipulating them.

Kingdom was naturally in the perfect position to get the first taste, though shi had to compete with Mop's insistence. The catbold was plenty squirmy about letting someone else go before her, but the bulk of the bear-shaped kobold won out. There was plenty for everyone, but she got those first tastes all to hirself. That lick was painfully slow for all the other writhing servants just waiting their turn. They were forced to endure every moment of watching Kingdom drag hir tongue up from between Xyria's balls, all the way to that wet tip, slathering over every single detail on the way. Worse still, that greedy former bear went ahead and cleaned the thickly formed bead of pre off the head of the dragoness' cock. A smack of hir lips, and extended slurp, and shi swallowed it down, keeping it all to herself. And when she was finished, the flavour of hir new mistress deeply imprinted on her tongue, working into her senses, she gazed up to see if Xyria approved. The fond look directed her way was all the reward shi ever needed. It felt so good to be smaller, weaker, and to serve with everything she had. Hir body pulsed with arousal by then, but shi remained solely focused on pleasing the dragoness with every drop of energy shi could muster.

Of course, shi couldn't have all the dragoness to herself. Everyone else wanted a taste, and Mop simply was not going to keep waiting. Her patience had a limit, and she was quick to one-up Kingdom's slurping efforts with a much swifter, messier performance. Dragging her tongue along in a series of drool-splattering licks, she sent flecks of saliva flinging in all directions as she glossed along those ridges and details as many times as she could. That meant working her tongue at rapid speed, plapping it against those hardened textures, working up and down until Xyria's dick was absolutely glistening. And she didn't stop there either, dipping down to shove her face against that plump sack and staying smothered for several seconds. Then there came her tongue again, working up between each of Xyria's nuts, licking so firmly as to make them bounce and jiggled under such attention. They flexed back at Mop in response, the rumbling and churning immediately obvious. She tipped her head back hoping for an encouraging smile from her mistress, though she hardly needed to look. That approval shone over her from the very first slurp, because she was simply the best at serving, right? She would have just kept on polishing that spire all night if she could, but to prove her point, she had to let the others have a try too.

Mop's jaw tightened when she saw just how good a job Saccharine was doing. That transformed feline still knew all the usual tricks of her tongue, despite her new form. She dove down on Xyria's dick as if someone was shoving her, suddenly lunging forward the moment she got the opportunity. Enveloping the dragoness' shaft between her lips, she sucked her way towards the bottom, swallowing some of it without so much as flinching. It was easier as a kobold. After that, it was merely a matter of closing her eyes and concentrating, keeping herself focused on pleasuring the dragoness and nothing more. It was a meditative state of cocksucking, her body faintly rumbling as if she was still trying to purr while she dove up and down as many inches as she could fit. That meant swallowing more than half of Xyria's dick all at once, before smoothly gliding up to the very tip and swiping off any excess fluids with her tongue. Every single drop went straight down to her belly, swallowed in smooth, luxuriant gulps while she remained latched on, servicing the mistress of the cave without question. There was clearly nothing she was confused about anymore with how eagerly she was blowing Xyria. The only question that remained was how Mentova was going to get their own fix.

The former fox didn't fuss. They found their spot easily enough just by following their instincts, letting them guide them down and below where Chari was working to find the perfect target. With the other kobold working over Xyria's cock like that, no one was tending to her balls at all. That was where Mentova came in. They slipped their lips wide around one of them, sucking on the whole thing at once. The other got a good kneading until they were done with the first, soon swapping over to suck and schlurk upon those perfectly scaled orbs one by one, bobbing up and down until the drool was flowing down their chin and over Xyria's taint. Of course, if they truly wanted to impress, they were going to have to fit in even more in their mouth. That meant stretching wide, expanding their jaws to such an extent that their fox form could never have handled. They sucked in a breath and slipped forward, stuffing their cheeks with dragon nuts like they were hoarding them for the winter. The steady slurk of ball-sucking got a whole lot louder and messier after that, two eager mouths squeezing and kneading on Xyria's aroused set, milking the juices out of her, making her precum grow thicker and thicker until it felt like she was already cumming down Chari's throat. A sharp growl became something more like a hiss as she clenched her teeth and let the tension of impending release spread through her entire body. It was simply a matter of deciding who got it.

Letting Chari swallow it all down like a good little servant was certainly tempting, but that just seemed like spoiling her. Besides, the other three would surely have been very disappointed that they didn't get a taste. Mop would probably never let her hear the end of it, even if she was acting more subservient. No, it was much better to press gently on Chari's head, pulling her back with a heavy pop. There was no need for words. She communicated with mere glances, somehow telling them exactly what they needed to know with nothing more than a deep, extended look each. It still wasn't mind control. They were simply in sync, as if extensions of her own body, her own thoughts. That meant the four of them were soon lined up, squishing together to be as close in front of her as they could. Four pairs of hands were soon upon her cock, her thighs, her balls, her hips, stroking and squeezing every single thing in reach, massaging her to her peak while she showed them her teeth and let out a powerful orgasmic snarl that left them all briefly frozen. Their wide-eyed expressions left suspended in time like that made for the perfect targets. Xyria arched her back, closed her eyes, and let all that tension come to a peak as her cock flexed, bulged, and briefly gaped with the sheer force of the cumshot she shot over the four of them. In excess like that, she was sure to give them all a good coating.

Mop of course was diving in to try to intercept the jets of dragon cream mid-spurt. She got plenty all over her, splattered down in a heavy, musky coating that clung to her hide and dripped smoothly down her features and tits alike. But the others weren't neglected. Xyria reached down and made sure to unload over all her devoted servants more or less equally, hitting Chari in the face, then moving over to splatter Mentova's open mouth. Kingdom got it all over hir tits, and hir belly too, left with a wet t-shirt of sorts slathered over hir front side. It all poured down in steaming hot rivers along the bodies of those obedient devotees, transformed or not, marking them as hers, at least for now. They basked in her scent, in the heat of her jizz, letting it stream down their bodies and puddled around their knees, panting, groaning, hardly seeming to think much at all. It wasn't until a whim struck Kingdom that the four of them were moving again.

Shi wasn't usually for such decisiveness, but being a kobold had brought something special out of her. She leaned over into Mop's body and brought hir tongue back into play. This time it wasn't directed at Xyria, but at the other kobold herself, slurping up along those cum-soaked breasts to clean some of that tasty cream right off of Mop's body. Of course, the catbold wasn't going to let that stand unanswered. She lunged right back, and soon the two of them were competing to clean each other off better, guzzling down plenty of dragon seed in the process, letting it warm and fill their bellies in the most satisfying of ways. Chari and Mentova weren't quite so wild about it. They turned to each other and locked eyes for a few moments, before coming to the same mutual agreement. Slipping into each other's embrace, the locked lips and deeply kissed each other while Mentova still sloshed around some of the cum they still hadn't swallowed. That sloppy smooch only got messier as they snowballed a mouthful of dragon cum back and forth, sharing in the taste, the warmth, slowly gulping it down together, drop by drop. They felt no need to compete. Both of them got plenty, and they were content to rub their bodies against one another's, keeping that arousal at a peak, urgent but not impatiently so. They could wait for their new mistress to tend to them, one at a time.

Xyria tapped her chin with an extended finger as she looked them over. She had to admit, it felt good just to loom over them all, to see their shiny eyes pointed up at her, full of adoration. It was simply natural in their new forms, their minds flooded with all the good feelings every moment they spent tending to her. She flitted her eyes from one of them to the next, to the next, considering their shapes, their curves. They might have nicely drained her balls, but she hadn't softened in the slightest. Their adoring energy fuelled her, and every approving look she gave them made them tingle. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship. And there was so much more pleasure to take from them.

"Hmmm ... now comes the most difficult decision." She spoke slowly, watching them turn their heads to her, following every word, every syllable with the utmost of care. "Which of you do I fuck first?"

Mop of course was quick to react, rising up high on her needs and pushing her pointy snout out towards the dragoness while she grunted and whimpered, not even managing to say much of anything. Her urgency was clear, but a slightly cruel side of Xyria wanted to keep her waiting.

"Oh, so eager, Mop. But do you really want to be first? Just think how worked up you'll get watching me pounding one of my other loyal servants."

"Hnnnf ..." came Mop's jaw-clenched huff.

She wasn't any less aroused for the teasing. Xyria could see how wet she was. She thought about how good it would have felt to just sink inside of her, sheathing her cock in that slick catbold pussy - but the thought of making her all fussy was even more fun. So instead, she turned her gaze towards Kingdom and broadened her grin.

"Oh, I don't think you want to be first, Mop. When I'm worked up like this, I am going to need someone sturdy to endure it all. But I will, of course, be sure not to do you any harm. It is a foolish dragon who breaks her pets."

Mop commented in a soft voice. "But I am sturdy ..." Soon after, she nodded, agreeing to her mistress' wishes.

"Is it pets now?" Kingdom gave a curious smile.

Xyria softened her grin to a gentle smirk of her own. "How does the word make you feel?"

The biggest kobold thought for a while. Then shi nodded slowly, letting hir voice rumble a little. There was still a little bear in hir after all.

"Gooooood."

"Good. In that case ... come here, pet."

Xyria soon took the earth-toned kobold in her arms, dragging hir into a tight embrace. A few good squeezes turned into some gropes, feeling hir up everywhere she liked, licking along her cheek and her chin. Just enough to get a taste. Her belly had never stopped rumbling, after all. Xyria had to will herself to ignore that hunger if she was going to enjoy her time with those kobolds. How sweet it would have been to just sweep in right there, to have a meal - but she knew even transformed, Kingdom wouldn't have enjoyed such a thing. No, she would pick a different meal. With hir, it was all about pleasure. And she was content to take it, pulling the kobold into her lap, taking a good grope of hir backside while they rubbed cock to cock. Kingdom's looked good pushing from a slit like that, all nicely lubricated, and Xyria was content to joust with it for a time, but her desires were deeper than that. Kingdom was content to let hirself be taken, be positioned exactly how Xyria wished. That meant placing the heftier of the kobolds in her lap, gripping her by the hips, and looking deep into her eyes as she sank that fine booty down on her dick, slowly spreading out that taut ring with a slow, slick slide, lubed up by juices of orgasm and lusting, drooling adoration alike. There were plenty of yips and groans from the audience, some of them jealous ones and others just awed and admiring the scene laid out before them.

"Ahhh, that's good, very good," Xyria assured hir as she fucked that fine rump, the bounces of her hips jiggling her kobold pet from rump to belly to breasts. "No need to do anything but let me take you."

Kingdom was happy to go along with that. Shi rolled hir hips, riding as best she could, but Xyria was in full control. A thumping slap of balls to butt only got louder and wetter as she produced more mess, juicing out near the equivalent of a whole load with just how much precum she was shooting up inside the kobold. She squeezed tight, played with that juicy tail, but she couldn't just keep fucking all modestly like that. A dragoness had urges, and kobolds were so perfect for ruining. Xyria did her best to hold back all her instincts, but she simply couldn't resist. Pushing Kingdom down flat, she buried hir in pillows as she dove on top, throwing her hips into the motion. Her pets watched her rump rising and falling, their bodies rolling with the rhythm of those heated strokes. She fucked and rammed her soft kobold toy, bringing Kingdom from a low, rumbling moan to a much more intense cry of pleasure that grew strong and proud before it began to shake. Soon the sound escaping hir throat was more like a shriek than a proper moan, though that was all irrelevant anyway when Xyria's roars drowned out all else. They were akin to a big cat's, but even bigger, more powerful, flooding the whole cavern with that imposing sound, rattling the very bones of her four servants. Kingdom the most of all.

A rutting pace like that one swiftly grew chaotic. Xyria couldn't hold back, but she at least took care not to break her pet. She slapped that rump with steady swings of her hips, letting her other pets watch her rump rising and falling while she plowed beneath that lifted kobold tail. The urge to bite came over her, but she contended herself with merely nibbling, chewing on the back of Kingdom's neck while she fucked that fine ass to a collective peak. Every plunged milked the juices out of the both of them, making them drip and spurt. A shiny sheen of wetness spread across Kingdom's belly as it wobbled with every thrust. Faster, harder, hardly following a pace, Xyria fucked that kobold silly. Kingdom's calm, bearish demeanour melted away in favour of something much more thirsty, even slutty. Hir eyes went duller, hir tongue flopped out, and hir every thought grew solely devoted to making hir mistress feel good. There wasn't much she needed to do to ensure that. All it took was being as a soft, plump, fuckable kobold toy for the horny dragoness. Soon they were rolling together into perfect creamy ecstasy, their bodies like one as climax reached them both seemingly in the exact same moment.

"Ah ... Mistress!" The words simply sprang from Kingdom's lips, coming to hir naturally in that moment of blazing ecstasy.

Hearing that ensured Xyria's peak pumped from her as potently as possible, completely creaming up Kingdom's backside as it gushed up from around the dragon's dick, bloating her belly with the sloshing, simmering weight of pure, concentrated dragon seed. It was roasting hot, but in the best of ways, leaving Kingdom clutching her middle and humming with delight, hir own orgasm nearly an afterthought in the midst of it all. Though it was still a solid squirts across her cum-stretched gut and breasts, only adding to the heat, the scents, the dripping, clinging mess that made their bodies glossy as they puffed and steamed together in perfect rumbling afterglow. Xyria seemed as if to purr for a time, letting Kingdom bathe in those contented rumbles that told hir she'd done a good job. Even if shi hadn't done much of anything at all other than let hirself be utterly used, in the best of possible ways. Shi never thought shi could get such bliss from having a clear, simple purpose, and yet there shi was.

Xyria might have stayed like that for longer, but she could already hear the yipping urgency of her other playthings. She couldn't keep them waiting. Being a dragoness meant taking care of her pets. Mop was so eager for her that she was bouncing on the spot, making fussy little kobold noises. It was a little mean, for certain, but Xyria couldn't help but wonder just how needy her number one fan could get. So she gave an extended look to the bouncy catbold, only to shift her gaze over to Mentova. The orange 'bold was hardly even prepared for the dragoness' lunge, finding themself knocked flat on their back. At least the cushions were comfy. They felt like clouds beneath the kobold as Xyria pinned her servant with a single hand, pushing them flat and leaving them to squirm a little. It was nothing too forceful, just a brief little show of power, making Mentova's breath stop short in their throat a moment. They started up deep into those emeralds as they shifted into something more amethyst. All the power flowing through that mistress-dragon kept her stripes glowing, her eyes flashing stark violet, making that helpless kobold shudder in all the best of ways.

"Hmmm. I'll be ready to fuck again soon, no doubt. But I need a very devoted servant for this next one. These urges won't go away until thoroughly satisfied."

She offered no further explanation. Instead, she just claimed what was hers. That meant sliding forth and rising high, letting Mentova gaze up at her in all her glory. The kobold's vision was filled with glimmering blue, almost blindingly luminescent as the dragoness fed off the energy and adoration her transformed friends provided her. It sustained her, fuelled her to greater desires. And yet for all her lust, all her power, there was little she wanted more than to simply turn tail and nestle down atop a cute face. That meant completely enveloping Mentova's features in dragon rump, settling her butt down over their entire head, smothering them and immersing them down to the shoulders as she sat down with nearly all her weight at once. She held back just enough to be certain she wouldn't crush or harm them in any way. Aside from making it a little hard to breathe while she used that kobold for a set, shoving their head up between her scaled cheeks, letting them kiss up against her rim. No amount of squirming could pry Mentova free, and they didn't mind that one bit. They knew what to do from there.

It was less than a second of being smothered before Mentova was kissing and eating out that fine ass to the very best of their abilities. They slurped, they slathered, they kissed and licked in smooth, steady strokes. That meant things were getting plenty drooly beneath Xyria's tail while the dragoness huffed and even snorted her pleasure out in smokey puffs. Being a kobold meant they drooled even more than when they were a canine. She slowly wiggled, grinding back against Mentova's tongue, their lips, their entire face, helping make every stroke of admiration and worship be that much more thorough. By the growls escaping her, she was certainly getting what she wanted. That left Mop all fussy and bouncy once more, though Chari waited by patiently, blushing and seeming to purr, or trying to at least. They were both just going to have to wait their turn while Xyria smooshed her booty down atop her new throne, keeping Mentova completely smothered, their whole upper half nearly vanished beneath the juicy, rounded shape of the dragoness' heavy backside. She was going to have to get up sometime, but not quite yet.

Low on air and immersed in Xyria's scent and warmth like that, Mentova went from simply aroused to pulsingly, desperately horny. They didn't need a single touch to their cock to make them stiffen to the point of jolting their hips with every single throb. The spurts of precum shot up high, raining down over their belly and even sleeking up Xyria's scales when it reached that far. She couldn't simply ignore such dire need, especially not when her kobold was doing such a fine job of pleasuring her like that. Mentova never stopped smooching, licking deep, pushing right inside with seemingly endless stamina. Maybe being a kobold simply pushed them beyond their usual physical limits. Though their focus could only last so long. All it took was a mere touch to their cock as Xyria wrapped three fingers around its thumping length, lightly squeezing. That brought a muffled whimper from beneath her backside, a thicker jet of juices shooting straight up and then splattering down all over her hand. She played with the kobold's dick slowly, teasingly, toying with that whimpering mess of a pet as she bounced and rubbed against that smothered face. The tension rumbling through that spire matched the dragoness' own rising list, leaving the kobold yipping between those azure cheeks, carrying out into Xyria's rim as those mere few touches set off the pent-up hair-trigger that was Mentova's aching need.

"That's it ... cum for Mistress. Like a good little kobold," she urged, remaining firmly seated upon Mentova as an orgasm seemingly beyond natural ravaged the small reptile's body to the point of near total incoherence.

Staying conscious was a challenge for Mentova as they launched gushed up into the air, letting it all cascade over their belly, their thighs, their tail. And plenty got on Xyria too, splashing thick upon her scales, only adding to her tempting heat and scent. The lack of air just seemed to make Mentova go longer, cumming themself silly until they were barely moving there beneath the glory that was that great big dragon butt. Their arms grasped at Xyria's hips until they began to slump, falling down loosely to leave the kobold all splayed out, seemingly fainted. It wasn't until Xyria finally rose up from their face, peeling from that drooly muzzle that Mentova revived with a deep gasp. They writhed there on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling of the cavern, the lights twinkling off their eyes while they remained dazed and happy. A silly smile told everyone they were totally okay. Though they were all fixated on Xyria anyway.

She didn't keep Mop waiting any longer. And she didn't give any warning, either. With the catbold fussing for so long, trembling with how much she wanted to please her new mistress, Xyria felt free to just go for it. That meant grabbing her, shoving her down, and getting on top. Mop knew what to do in moments, shrugging off the slight initial shock and wrapping her thick thighs around Xyria's waist. As best she could anyway - that dragoness was wide, soft, and ever so big, shadowing her entire form as she smothered over top that yipping creature, slipping smoothly and hotly between those lovely thighs to gloss along her sex with the lovliest of schlicking sounds. That still wasn't enough to make Mop stop fussing, the catbold bucking her hips upwards, grinding, humping, ever so close to her goal, to what her body cried out for. She just needed it inside, and all would be right in her world.

When Xyria finally penetrated her, her shriek was something that could only ever come from a chimera's throat. She screamed in delight to feel that fire inside her doused at last. Not that she was any less horny. Now she could focus on rolling her hips, humping, bouncing, squeezing, making sure to milk her Mistress with every single stroke. Such a perfectly tight catbold pussy compelled her to accelerate, to fuck and pound and speed herself up until she was hammering that soft body beneath her. Mop wasn't exactly big, but thankfully sturdy, her body squished beneath the bulk of the dominant dragoness while she ravaged, pleasured, and plunged deep between her pet's legs to plap and spank her nuts against that tailbase with the force of those meaty thrusts. They sent juices flinging off in all directions, puddling, dripping, steaming up their surroundings as she fucked the daylights out of her servent, squeezing out a squelching mess and leaving Mop exploring the limits of her voice as she screeched and cried out in rattled bliss, trembling closer and closer to utterly broken. All she could do was squeeze tight, hold herself close to Xyria's belly, and accept every single plunge into her tender insides.

Planting her hands on either side of the catbold's shoulders, Xyria started down into Mop's eyes, letting her pet lose herself in those pools of light. That mesmerized state only made the pleasure all the more intense, leaving her finally slipping over the edge not to orgasm yet, but to broken, giggling servitude as the dragon rammed ecstasy into her body over and over. Gone was her feisty demeanour to be replaced by a grinning, drunken state as she got rutted silly. Her eyes rolled, her tongue flopped, and soon as she was drooling, forgetting to scream until her body gave that distinct clench. The surging squeeze shot through her entire body, bringing those screeches out once more, her voice falling to croaking as she blew it out with that sudden, forceful orgasm. It seized control of her, leaving her mind blank while she tensed up and gushed for Xyria, making a fountain of herself as she wrapped up snug around every single ridge, every vein and detail of the dragoness' dick, milking out every single drop of that precious seed she could possibly take from Xyria. Her womb stretched and sloshed as she got bred numb by that slamming finish, the warmth flooding her mind with all those tingly sensations.

When she was an overflowing geyser, splattered and marked in dragon cum, she finally slumped. Her legs flopped down from around Xyria, only to jolt and twitch as if she was some dark experiment when that cock came schlurking back out of her, pulling the pressure loose and letting thick jets of jizz soak scales and pillows alike. A few more flexes spurted some juices over Mop's belly, finishing off that creampie to leave her puddling in the fresh, hot stuff. She rose up to a seated position, lightly panting, dripping with juices, steaming with heat. Her cock partly softened, at least briefly, and her needs felt fulfilled for all of a few seconds. That was how long it took her to lose hold of her own willpower, to no longer be able to hold back a more feral side of her that she'd been suppressing right up to that moment. Her belly gave such a growl that it turned the heads of all those who could move much after being fucked into oblivion. Xyria glanced down and then looked up to them with a grin, looking playfully guilty as if caught in the act. They all knew that that mighty rumble meant. And it didn't take her long to scan over her kobolds and make a decision. There was really no question about it.

"Chari," she said, dropping her voice even lower.

The kobold still looked so very feline, the way she perked up, snapping to attention with her eyes all wide the moment Xyria spoke her name. She didn't say a thing, simply watching and listening, staring deep into the dragoness' eyes. That was good. That meant she was ever so suggestible, even when all those kobolds knew exactly what was coming.

"Come a little closer," Xyria told her, and Chari obeyed without question.

Reaching down and clutching at the kobold, Xyria scooped her up into her lap, stroking up along her shoulders, squeezing her hips, groping her butt. Saccharine was as horny as ever, drenched and git, trailing juices down her thighs, squishing those wet folds together with every movement. Such a soaking pussy made for the perfect target of Xyria's tongue, but she was going to have to wait. Instead, she touched a claw beneath Chari's chin, tilting the kobold's head back and looking down at her, giving her an extended smile that seemed to remain frozen in time for a second or two. Then she spoke again, enunciating those syllables firmly, yet calmly, letting the kobold see her tongue working to form them.

"Just relax. Give yourself to me. You know what I want. And I'm sure you want it too."

Saccharine slowly nodded, giving something like a purr. As for whether she fully understood what she was agreeing to, it wasn't clear. But all would be obvious soon enough. Xyria opened up wide, stretching her jaws to a wet gape, drool stretching between near every tooth she had, making those fangs glisten all the more brightly. A clutching grip around her waist was all she needed to guide that kobold to her jaws. A cavern within a caven soon enveloped Chari's face, slipping smoothly beneath her chin and over her snout, slickly enveloping her in the steaming warmth of her maw. She sucked her way down along Chari's features, slurping them inside, kneading them between her lips and even her teeth. Some gentle gnawing was harmless, of course, but it ensured that kobold wasn't going anywhere. A slow massage along her prey's body kept her calm, or relatively so, aside from a bit of squirming here and there. That was just natural for a kobold undergoing the ultimate devotion, giving herself utterly to her dragon Mistress as had always been her purpose. Or had always been ever since she'd transformed, at least.

Mop might have been pretty broken by then, but she simply couldn't stand by and let all that happen without some sort of input. Snapping her fingers, she sat up sharply, drizzling cum down her curves. Then it was a matter of gesturing to those other kobolds like she was directing traffic, waving them in and barking orders.

"Don't just sit there! Help feed! One leg each, come on!"

Kingdom at least was happy to help, though Mentova preferred to just sit back. Maybe they were nervous, maybe they were just admiring it all. Either way, that left Mop and Kingdom to grasp at Chari's ankles, keeping them secure and restraining those instinctual kicks as they ever so slowly pushed the other kobold inside the dragon. Xyria laid back, slowly settling down and stretching out, lazing to let her servants act as if they were feeding her grapes. But really, they were slowly easing an entire person down her throat, small though Chari might have been by then. Xyria slipped her tongue up between the former cat's thighs once she could reach far enough, stretching that slurper out to taste and pleasure her prey. First it was a slathering lick, then she plunged inside, tongue-fucking that sweet kobold, making her clench and shake and convulse in all matter of amusing ways. That only got more pronounced as the dragon's gullet squeezed up tight around her face, muffling her cries, keeping her immersed in the warmth of that throat as it sucked her down. Really, Xyria's assistants were hardly necessary, the power of her own peristalsis more than enough to knead and shove her prey down whole. It could have been so much faster, but she had to be sure to savour her food first.

That meant wiggling her tongue back and forth, touching, rubbing, spoiling that sugary kobold, getting as much of her flavour as she possibly could before she was gone. Chari curled her toes, lashed her tail, and soon she was bucking as wildly as could be. Humping up against Xyria's tongue, squeezing up around the inches shoved inside her, she rolled like a stormy sea, writhing hotly as she gushed that dragon maw full of hot femcum, squirting for her Mistress in those final moments outside her body. The rush of gullet over her head and shoulders, her breasts, her every scaled feature left her gasping, stunned, utterly transfixed by her impending fate as dragon pudge. To be closer to Xyria like that, to be part of her, every time she thought of it her little kobold mind sparked with pleasure, ensuring she was certain of her role right up to the very last gulp. Mop and Kingdom alike pushed those wiggling feet forth, letting them vanish behind Xyria's teeth, then slip into the darkness of her constricting throat. All it took was one more tip of the dragoness' head, and she swallowed with her eyes closed, sealed lips swiftly forming to a satisfied smile as her prey wiggled down into her expanding gut. The impact of Chari hitting bottom sent a pleasing jiggle right through all those assets, giving a fine display of the curves she'd soon be contributing to.

The blissful scene might have remained peaceful like that if not for the sudden eruption of a belch that burst from Xyria's jaws as soon as that kobold was sealed away in her simmering gut. She patted her middle a few times and then beckoned to the others, her expression a mix of bliss and ever so slight wickedness.

"Come close, all of you. Rub me, squeeze me, admire me. Take pleasure in tending to me. Doesn't it make you feel so very good?"

When they were all close enough, she scooped them up in her arms, pulling them against her belly, letting them feel it rumble and glorp. They didn't need to be told to massage it, and they were pleasingly gentle, lightly groping over the kobold within her without any sort of apparent hesitance. Xyria spoke again, letting her words rumble out over the three of them who remained, picking a dominant, slightly growly tone that was nonetheless full of nothing but fondness.

"I am so glad you decided to join me this evening. You are good friends, all of you. But I must say." Before she finished, she took her time to grope over every single one of them in turn, squeezing and kneading and admiring all those scaly curves. "I think you make even better kobolds. I do hope you enjoy your time here in a dragon's cave. I will be sure to take excellent care of you."