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The kobolds of the Dragon's Heir tribe murmur among each other after hearing these first words from Tik Tik. They ask each other questions about the truths they've heard—of kobolds from outside the tribe partaking in sexual encounters for more than just reproduction to how different creatures and beasts who also partake in such pleasures.

Tik Tik stands at the makeshift podium, her book opened up before her. She scans over the others before she continues her speech.

“Tik Tik has gained many powers from the world beyond. These will help the tribe flourish. Observe, as I have control of my very form!" She holds her hands out, closing her eyes as she focuses her power. Having perfected this after a… rather unfortunate failure, she soon changes right before their very eyes.

Tik Tik's draconic features become much more pronounced, her horns becoming longer, her face frilled with majestic scales. Her outfit glows with a magical aura, flashing into light and dispersing into motes of energy.

Other kobolds hiss and look away, but not the Kobold Queen, who sits back and watches the display with a frown. She is one of the only ones there to observe the process, how Tik TIk's arms elongate and how her legs strengthen. How her flat underbelly swells with twin mounds, developing full and true mammalian breasts, and her hips explode into beautiful egg-bearing proportions. Now towering over the others, she must hunch over to fit into the small chamber.

All are silent before her, some in awe, some in fear, others in disgust at the new form. But if Tik Tik is bothered by it, she does not show the others.

Finally, the silence is broken, and it is Quiquan who chirps up. “How? Why? You look like a dragon, but also ugly, like an outsider!"

Running her hands over her horns, Tik Tik sighs, her long tail slapping against the wall, the chill of the air feeling good against her newly transformed body. “This isn't the only thing Tik Tik can do, now…" she says. “Tik Tik can make you all larger, stronger, fight against your enemies when it is necessary, or make you smaller and fit inside the traps we design, making them far more powerful and deadly than before!"

“This isn't the power of a wizard," The Kobold Queen says, crossing one leg over the other as she sits there, resting her cheek upon her hand. “You got this from somewhere else… from someone in particular, didn't you?"

“I do not wish to correct my queen," the transformed Tik Tik admits, “but it is by my own power that I am so changed. Though, it was inspired by others, and by one in particular. Listen, my brethren, as I speak to you of my encounter with a most otherworldly force."

Tik Tik tumbles down through the moist cavern, naked with only her cloak wrapped around her waist. Her book falls down along with her, landing on an open page upon her head. She groans, pushing herself up, the effects of the newest potion she created having finally worn off after quite a wild adventure. Not the sort of wild she usually enjoys, but it was a learning experience, anyway, and a tale for another day.

The kobold stands up, closing the book neatly and then turning to look at the hole she had fallen from. “Good luck, friends," she shouts up there, mostly sure that they had moved on by now. No matter, research and fortune has led her down this path, to the old abandoned ruins off the shore of a rather lovely island. Sure, she may have been a bit… overzealous in her experimentation, but there is something in the local flora that affects the potency of transmutation. If the dragonweed first came to this land because of what is in this hidden temple. This could be quite the discovery indeed.

She opens her book back to the pages she had discussed with her compatriots, and upon it, she sees the yawning portal she had stepped through, its almond shape beckoning her with its strange warmth. That warmth is still here around here, enough that she decides to finally unclasp her cloak and leave it aside before she steps further.

The warmth continues to grow as she walks through the cavern, the temperature higher than the tunnels of her home, and yet, it is not overpowering, but embracing..

Soon, she finds herself comfortable in her nudity, even in this unknown area, and it is then that the next chamber opens up before her. The rocky ground is replaced by soft soil, and despite the lack of sunlight, the grass that fills this chamber is more like the verdant fields of the outside world than the mossy patches of underground

Sitting within the ring of grass is what appears to be a stone slab, laying down like a bench. Behind that is another, vertical stone, one that rises high over it.

Tik Tik approaches, learning nothing from her last bout with curiosity. The grass waves as she moves through it, using only her memory of the stones' location in order to find her way through the thick growth.

Blades caress her body in a not-uncomfortable way. Nothing about this magical place reeks of danger. Nothing tells Tik Tik that she should turn back. Everything reminds her of… home.

A small clearing surrounds the stone slabs and soon, Tik Tik realizes that what she beheld earlier is not a couple slabs, but a single statue, worn away from time. What ancient people built this here? Was this temple submerged back when it was first created, or hidden from view? How long had it been since a mortal had lain eyes upon the treasures within?

The kobold giggles, tapping the stone with her hand. That troublesome wizard from before would be frustrated to learn that which she sought was a work of art and not treasures.

Well, Tik Tik appreciates it, and, feeling rather comfortable in this cave, she clambers up onto the slab and lays down upon it. Its features may be erased by time, but the feelings it emits reminds her of a moment, laying curled up, floating and surrounded by her shell, a time of pure innocence.

And it is thinking of this time that she drifts off to sleep.

She awakens with a nice big yawn. The young woman shifts and sits up to greet the morning. Rubbing the sleepies from her eyes, she cannot help but stretch, letting the cool morning air touch over her soft bare skin. When she goes to scratch at her chin, that's when she looks to her fingers and blinks a moment, staring at them.

“Something the matter babe?" The smooth voice of her lover snaps her out of her trance. She turns to face him, his shoulder-length green hair spread out over the pillow as he lays there, his hands under his head. He pushes himself up and plants a soft kiss upon her cheek. “Bad dream?"

“I…" the young woman says, her voice soft, high pitched, yet, alien to her. “Yeah. Like I was something else… something small and weak and scary and…"

“Shh…" he says, wrapping his arms around her, shifting so he sits behind her, his warm chest making her back feel comfortable as he wraps his arms around her tummy. Soft lips press against her neck, and he pulls away, hissing inwardly. “Wow, you're tense!" He says. “Maybe you shouldn't go out just yet. Let me loosen you up a bit."

“No…" she sighs and moves her hands down along her bountiful breasts and along her sides. She slips out of bed and steps out of the way to the window. When she pulls the curtains aside, she stares out to the beautiful kingdom before her, the trees filled with a wonderful glory, the mix of nature and magic and civilization in perfect harmony.

Her lover pads along the floor back to her, rubbing her shoulders. “You're not really there today," he says. “Please, come back to bed, my love."

She smiles sadly and places her hand upon his, leaning her head to nuzzle up against his cheek. “Maybe… maybe I will," she says, turning around and pressing her lips upon his own, their naked bodies clinging together for what may very well be the last time.

His touch is as gentle as always, fingers made soft from special care, weaving through her pink hair and caressing all of her gentle curves. It is this warmth that she will miss the most.

She pulls her lips away from him, her own hands tracing over his smooth face. Already, the details fade away, but that smile of his, it is undeniable. She kisses those lips once more, letting her tongue slip down inside of him and be greeted by the caress of his own.

Before she knows it, he falls back onto the bed, letting her sit atop him. She likes it here, the feeling of control, that what she does matters in her life. She can do whatever she wanted, but what she really wants is right here. She sits tall upon him, trying to remember the little details, the mole on his stomach, the scar he had from the time he saved her life, the tattoo, woven from his ring finger and all the way up his arm, matching the one she has, so that when they clasp hands, it is one continuous string that binds them together.

They have joined that way many times before in public, but here, they can join in a way that only the two of them can appreciate. Already, she lowers herself, his eagerness accepting the position. There's an emptiness inside her, a desire that only grows every moment she sees him, and he fills it like no other. There is no doubt that the two of them are made for each other.

Her cries fill the chamber as his hands reach up, caressing her breasts with a gentle stroking of his thumbs over her nipples. Everything he does is to please her, and yet, she cannot help but feel guilty for it.

Their groans join in on one another as they reach their syncopated rhythm. She squeezes her eyes closed as her body squeezes around him just as much, and soon, the seeds of life release themself deep into her warmth.

One day, she knows, she will be a mother, and he will be that child's father. It is a simple fact of life, and a method of devotion to their deity, yet it is more than that. It is love, pure and simple.

He sits up, wrapping his arms around her, holding her in close by the shoulder blades. He isn't done, and neither is she. She holds tightly around his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrusts forward, harder into her than the time before. The blessings upon them unending.

The distant roar shakes the foundations of the tower, and the dark form descends from above, its speed and its cry shattering the glass and stone before a claw grasps at her, tearing her from her lover's embrace.

She holds her hand out to him, but as they fly further and further away, there is nothing else to it but to watch as everything—their life together, his face, his name--vanish.

Tik Tik sits up with a gasp, clawing at the stone slab for some kind of support, but as her claws dig in, they scratch against scales, not against stone. Magnificent verdant plates much larger than her own. Confused, Tik Tik flips around, staring up toward the ceiling, only to be blasted with the radiance of the sun. The kobold hisses, covering her eyes and rolls off, but as she falls, a gentle voice rises up, and a large hand catches her, pulling her away from the ground and up higher. “Shhh, my child… it's alright. The nightmare has passed. You are here now, in your mother's arms…"