To Become a Kobold - Daskdi's Descent
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Daskdi is a kobold breeder, gifted to the Dragonblood kobold tribe by the dark sorceress Estrasa. But in reality, Daskdi is a transformed human, a male bard who was sent on a mission by the sorceress for some purpose. Now, Daskdi has to face her duty as a breeder without losing herself to pleasure. Can she do it?
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Alex was once a proud adventurer. He was a bardic genius who traveled the land, telling great tales at inns and creating great ones of his own as he vanquished tyrants, slain beasts, and captured the hearts of fair maids and aspiring heroes. Those days flash before the eyes of the kobold maiden that lays on her back on the heap of moss at the bottom of the cave. Daskdi is the name that the kobolds all around her know her by, for she is claimed to be the mother of the tribe's children. Daskdi's eyes widen as kobold after kobold steps into her limited view of the dark world, each of them dressed in threadbare and easily removed clothing. Their leader, the strong and masculine Krick, had already done the honors of removing his cloth, showing off the draconic cock that would make even great wyrms nod in respect to his genetics.
From their red scales, Daskdi knows who they are. This kobold nation, the Dragonblood tribe, prides itself in its tribal unity and its heritage. Perhaps, she can use this to her advantage. She squeaks, her voice higher pitched and less audible than she would hope, and says. “You surely do not want me as the mother of the tribe's children. After all, I am not of your glorious bloodline, oh great Dragonbloods!"
The kobolds around her snicker at that protest. Krick smiles so wide that Daskdi can count every last one of his sharp and, surprisingly clean, teeth. “You really are a kobold from far away, aren't you? Didn't you know that we've been breeding only the best kobolds, and the one who gifted you to us assures your stock is quite magical, indeed! You are a spellcaster, are you not?"
Daskdi gulps at this and nods in assent. “That's true, but my skill is from study and talent, not from any magical bloodline I have. Surely you won't get any magic from siring a child through me."
The snickering only increases as she gulps once more, her frills seeming to droop as her despair only increases. “Sorry, lovely," Krick says, “But the sorceress assured us that you would lie about that to try and get out of your duty. She said you were quite skilled with your tongue. Well, these boys see past your tricks and are ready, are you?"
Her eyes latch on to the hardened member that stands at attention before her and gulps. Sheepishly, she squeaks a quick. “I've never done this before."
“You'll be a quick learner," he says, stepping up to her with his legs on either side of her. He presses the tip of his kobold cock to the edge of her maw, making her kiss the thing involuntarily. Though, after feeling the flesh upon her mouth, Daskdi immediately opens her maw, much to her surprise.
Krick gives her no time to even think about why she would open up so quickly and shoves his length inside. She grunts, feeling his dick press against the roof of her mouth. She slides and adjusts herself so he doesn't shove his dick down her throat, her tongue lashing over the length,thinking back to the barmaids Alex had picked up in another life. She closes her eyes, her hand reaching out to stroke at the back of his length to coax him to finishing up, so that she may move on from this embarrassment.
As she works on his length, a strong hand grabs her tail. She gasps and looks over her shoulder, only to see as a second Dragonblood lifts up the appendage, his own cloth removed, and his smaller, spiky cock ready to push in. He chitters in joy, lewdly holding a finger up and licking over it before he brings it down along her scales and presses the slick digit to her tail hole.
Daskdi's mouth opens wide at that and she groans, but not for long, as Krick's dick pushes itself deep into her maw. Her eyes roll back and she shudders, standing on her tip-toes now as she is spit-roasted by the two kobold men.
A third, smaller, male slithers underneath his leader and the kobold girl, chuckling as he holds his length straight up, aiming at her as he barks to his fellows to “drop her in. I want first dibs!" The two comply, getting down onto their knees in coordinated
The two comply, getting down onto their knees in coordinated actions. Her newly formed kobold hips spread for the third participant. She never even saw his face, and yet his warm pointed kobold cock slides into her. She feels the pressure as it pushes against her resistance, and gasps, her eyes widening as she feels it break through it.
“Hey, waitaminute!" The kobold snaps, reaching down between her legs and pulling fingers over her sensitive flesh. When he brings his hands up to his face, his fingers glisten with blood. “She was tellin' the truth about not laying no eggs before!
The other two kobolds stop immediately and pull out from her, letting her fall to her hands and knees and pant. “What kind of joke is this?" The second kobold snaps. “I thought we were supposed to get a real mother type! Look at her. She doesn't look like she's before egg-age, but she's got her womb-shield still!"
Daskdi rubs her throat and slithers free, crawling on her belly as the three kobolds bicker and argue about it. “Where did this so-called 'breeder' even come from?"
“Can't we just keep her to use for some fun?"
“If she can't breed, she doesn't deserve any of the tribe's resources!"
Daskdi crawls away, going further and further to the darkness, before suddenly she stops as a figure appears before her. Standing in the cave is the voluptuous form of the very sorceress who cursed her to begin with. “My, my, little one. I think you need more motivation to play your part. If it's an egg-layer they want..." she coos, kneeling down in front of the kobold. “It's one they shall get!" With that, she presses two fingers to the kobold's forehead, and Daskdi yelps as a shock of electricity courses through her. Her groans are so loud that the kobolds all turn around to see her, their eyes all widening at the sight.
Daskdi lays upon the ground upon her back, legs spread out and her heels pressed into the earth. She supports herself on her hands and elbows, and reclines back, her mouth agape and eyes widening as her body seemed to present itself on autopilot. The other kobolds gather around her, each of them murmuring to themselves as they look upon her with questioning looks. Daskdi blinks and forces out a “W... what are you looking at...?" which comes off much weaker than she would have hoped.
Soon, though, Krick steps up and kneels down before her, scooping something up from between her legs. Daskdi pushes herself up, trying to see just what the Dragonblood carries, and she scoots back with a gasp at the sight.
There, in the hands of the leader of the breeders, is a small egg, slick with blood and other fluids. Daskdi shakes her head, not sure how to comprehend the thing just appearing there.
“A simple enchantment, dear," comes the dulcet voice of the sorceress. Her warm breath brushes over the kobold's ear. It is as if she really is here.
Daskdi blinks and flips over once more, only to see the sorceress standing before her. “You... you're really here? How? What's going on!?"
“These kobolds proceeded a bit faster than I anticipated, and they're much more observant than I thought. Don't worry, a modified memory will allow you to integrate with them much better..." With that, the image of the sorceress disappears before Daskdi could understand what she meant.
“This is surely a sign," Krick said. “That she is not an infertile creature!" A growl rises up in his voice as he steps back. “My brethren, continue as you were, and make her carry an egg of our own and not of some other tribe."
The wall of other kobold males envelope around Krick, leaving Daskdi alone amidst a sea of hungry, pulsating cocks. Soon, the kobolds fall upon her and she cries to the heavens, but only the lustful sounds of the male kobolds rise from the pile of scales and thrusting. They cared not for actually impregnating her as opposed to filling their own lusts, for the males pushed up against her from all directions. Draconic tips prod her cheeks as others slide against her thighs, fighting among themselves for the rights to take her. The writhing kobold bodies even crawl up under her, as hands and claws clung to her scales and held her up for the others to find. Soon, the males grab onto her thighs, spreading them apart, and giving them full access to her sex.
She thrashes around, trying desperately to fight against the kobolds and their lust. Soon, the two lengths that tried to enter her smashup against each other, pushing past her lips. Unable to hold back a cry, she opens her mouth in a shocked expression as the twin cocks push up into her still-fresh sex. Sensing new means of egress, two more kobolds slide into her mouth, filling her up with the musky poles that eagerly battled among each other in the arena of her tongue.
With at least four phalluses in her body, Daskdi is completely under the sway of the men who would use her body as a breeding machine. She gropes for some means to escape, but soon finds that her fingers wraparound more needing lengths. As if on instinct, she rubs the tapered tips along her palms, feeling their male milk slick over her fingers. The sensation of being so wanted, of being able to get these creatures to bring all their attention to her, there is something oddly hypnotic about it. It is much simpler to dive away from the weight of multiple males upon her, to disappear from this cave, and to drift away into a world of complacency and peace. As Daskdi imagines herself sinking down into the recesses of her mind, she sees not herself, but a kobold floating in the void. But wait... she is a kobold!
NO... no, she isn't. She's not a kobold, she's not even she! Alex cannot fall to complacency. He has to fight back. He may not have his dick,but he certainly has the body of a kobold for the time being!
Snapping out of her stupor, Daskdi opens her mouth wide, saliva dripping from her mouth as she primes her pointed kobold teeth for the ultimate act of revenge. The resulting confusion would allow her to use her skills to escape this pile and scurry out to the upper lands with little problem All she had to do was chomp down and—
Her planning comes to a halt when thick globs of goo shoot from the mouth-fucking kobolds and trail down her throat. She coughs, gagging on the jizz and thrashing wildly in surprise. Meanwhile, she realizes the immense raw pounding of a single kobold inside her, her lower lips burning as if chapped from overuse, but how could that be? AS she lays on the cold floor,she ponders where the second cock went, when she realizes that there is no one left under her. Her hands wobble and waver as she tries to crawl away, but a strong hand pushes her down. “Oh no, you don't," growls Krick. “You let everyone else have you. I need my turn, now."
Her whole body aches. Her arms and legs are sore trying to kick and pull away. Her stomach is lined with slight scratches, and the stink of spunk cakes her scales. Defeated, she collapses to the ground, feeling the sloshing of seed inside her belly. When she had given in, she had lost herself for a greater time than she realized, and saved herself from a world of pain. With a groan, the female slowly nods and lets out a soft “continue... please..." before she falls back into her oblivion.