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The Nature of Kobolds and Dragons

Part 1

For Engy, Fyacin_Tia, repanbo, EyeofHorus789, HandofBlades, Lupesoule, DrakeHavok, kacacarrotcake, and winterhound776

Sponsored by Fyacin_Tia

By Draconicon

Working in the master's skyscraper had its plusses and minuses. On the one hand, it meant that he didn't have to worry about any outsiders causing problems in his lab. He even had locks and wards and runes provided by his master to make sure that his little lizardmen and kobolds couldn't get in and cause problems with the potions and other, higher-tech stuff that he was developing.

On the other hand, it meant that if something went wrong, it was going to go wrong in a big way.

Engy had been working on something different. The alchemist of the little city-state run by his master, Draconicon, had decided that he needed a way to cause transformation at range. The last few times that he had tried to take care of things, he'd ended up throwing potion vials this way and that, and not all the potions dealt with impact, sudden aeration, and the violence of being shaken up so well as the others did. Bombs were entirely possible with potions, as he had learned all too well.

So, he'd decided to make something better than that. Something that combined his potions as ammo and created something forceful in the form of a plasma beam. It was something like a hand-held blaster, but it would hopefully be condensed down to something a little more useful than that the more that he worked on it.

The yellow dragon leaned back from his workbench, shaking his head at his little project. It was almost ready, and it just needed a little more fine-tuning in the main barrel and the ammo-mixing core, then he could start testing it.

Well, he hoped. There was also the field-matrix problem that he had been trying to get sorted, something that he'd outsourced for a bit of help on this one. Yana had recommended someone, but who, the draxalotl had been a bit vague on. He shrugged. As long as it worked, and it seemed to.

Heh, this is going to be fun.

Reclining in his work chair, he looked up at the mirror over the workbench. Yeah, he looked tired. His yellow scales were starting to fade a bit, looking slightly grayed around the edges, and even his metal arm wasn't doing quite what he wanted at the moment, clicking a bit more in the shoulder than he liked. His blue bathrobe had dust and oil stains all over it, and he could tell that it needed a change and a wash with just a single sniff.

Groaning, he rubbed his eyes, one metal hand, one scaly running down his face. The sensation was always a bit weird, always a little reminder to be careful in the future, but he wanted to keep going. He wanted to finish this before he took a nap.

Shaking his head a few times, the dragon dragged his tail around the base of his chair, anchoring himself to it in a stubborn display of determination. He looked down at the blaster again, then blinked.

"Uh...you're not supposed to be doing that."

The back of the blaster was swelling, almost like there was something stretching the plastic ammo casting in the back. He slowly wheeled his chair back from the experiment, shaking his head.

"Yeah, no, you're really, really not supposed to be doing that..."

The blaster popped and jumped on the table like a firework on the ground. That was enough to get him running. Kicking himself out of the chair, he ran for the door -

BOOM!

The blaster exploded. The initial shockwave knocked him off his feet, but the second one - one that was expanded through the field-matrix that had been built in - slammed through him with a tingling burst that felt all kinds of wrong.

Oh crap, oh crap. What the hell did I load that thing with?

He tried to remember what the latest potions in the gun were. He'd been testing a number of different combinations, making sure that their reactions wouldn't blow out the core of the damn thing, but what were the last ones? Anything dangerous?

He felt a sudden stretch, a pulsing, throbbing feeling in his hand. Engy groaned, looking down at his biological limb -

And his eyes went wide at the cartoonish throbbing and swelling that was going on in his fingers and palm. They were slowly getting bigger, almost like they were getting inflated from the inside.

"What...the fuck..."

The swelling 'popped', bouncing up to his wrist, and then to his forearm. It suddenly stretched forward to be as long as he was tall, and he was yanked over onto it, leaning on an arm that was suddenly too big, too wide for him to lift. He groaned, curling his fingers into a fist, but he could still feel that they were off, still not quite right. They were...bigger, out of proportion to his hand, and he could see that his palm was resting against his fingers in a very different way.

The hell...growth, obviously, but that's not just macro. What the hell did I - oh...fuck...

Feralizing. That's what he'd been looking at. Feralizing and arousal. The yellow dragon grabbed the other sleeve of his robe, pulling it off his metal arm, then kicking it off. At least he could make sure that he only destroyed one side of it so that he could fix it later.

He'd barely managed to get it off, leaving him naked, before the next growth spurt hit. His arm was as big as it would be as a feral, but now his body was following. The inflation hit his chest, making it barrel out, throbbing, surging, swelling. He groaned as he felt his scales go tight for a moment before they grew to catch up, spreading out along his shoulders. His wings swelled outwards, getting bigger so that they could fit him and carry him. The growth, the stretching, the swelling, the pulsing power of his bigger body continued to hold his attention, and he groaned and shivered as he rolled onto his belly.

His metal arm, despite not being living, swelled the way that his other one had. He watched as it extended forward, stretching towards the edge of the room. His fingers, still metallic, still inorganic, copied the feral hand in shape, and he found himself idly fascinated by the differences.

That fascination shifted as he felt his legs starting to crack and lengthen, and he groaned. This was going to get very tight, very quickly.

Let's hope this still works...

Engy closed his eyes, focusing on the outline of his penthouse. He'd been given a fair bit of space to work with, almost transdimensional in a way. It could extend out almost like a TARDIS in all directions, up to a point of about three square miles from what his master had told him. He didn't need that much space, but he did need more than he had.

As he focused, feeling his legs cracking and stretching and expanding, he forced the penthouse to change. The other two rooms between him and the common area were shunted off to the side. He heard and felt his lizardmen in them yelping and stumbling and falling, and he made a mental note to apologize to them later. For now, though, he needed space -

"GAAAH!"

Engy arched his back as his spine started cracking, popping, expanding. His body lengthened, his nose almost slamming into the wall on the far side before it suddenly shot away from him, expanding outwards until it was nearly forty feet away from him. He gasped for breath, shivering in relief. That had been too close.

As the shifting dragon continued his transformation towards becoming a full feral, he looked over his shoulder. His wings had fully grown in, as had his tail, stretching out with a pop as a few more inches popped in. He groaned under his breath as he extended his hind legs, feeling how long they were, how thick they were in the thigh, and how strong they felt. They were definitely bigger and more powerful than his anthro legs had been.

And there were still a few big things still to happen.

Well, at least this is the fun part...

As he stood in the rather vast middle of the new room, he rolled onto his side, looking down between his legs. His balls had always been a bit big for an anthro dragon, but now? Now, they looked rather puny between the legs of a feral.

Then, he felt the tingles. Despite everything, he smiled a little bit.

Heh, fun part. Baaaaaaalls.

Engy licked his lips as he watched the little marbles start to bloat, visibly bubbling bigger and bigger between his hind legs. Bit by bit, they swelled, almost rolling against each other in a visible fashion as he felt the weight growing against his inner thigh.

"Oh, yeah...grow...grow..."

He always loved this. There was a reason that he continued to push for ball growth ingredients being included in the kitchen, hoping that someone would accidentally cook with them and spark a chain reaction. Balls were hot. Big balls were hotter.

He stretched out his hind legs as he felt his balls grow heavier and heavier, loving the feeling of them rolling along his thighs, the taut, stretched skin of his sac having to expand to contain them. Soon, they were bigger than an anthro's head, big enough to smother someone with ease. Sitting on someone wouldn't need to include his butt with his balls this big, he thought with impish glee.

The yellow dragon ran his claws along the ground, slowly grinding his hips forward, savoring the feeling of his balls swinging a bit, then sliding, then swinging again. They finally grew to the point where they flopped over his thigh, hanging down to the ground below, and they continued to grow.

Fuck...fucking hell that feels good...

Engy's tongue hung out of his mouth as he enjoyed how his balls sloshed as they grew, churning like crazy to fill in the new space that they had. He could feel them getting so big that they were going to drag on the ground as he walked. Balls dragging along, marking the earth with musk, making his legs spread just a bit wherever he went.

Yeah, that'd be fun.

He smiled even more as he felt the tingle spread from his growing balls to his cock, and he knew that it was going to start spreading, swelling, throbbing, growing, too. He could feel it rising up, not from a slit, but from hanging loose, and bit by bit, it started to throb forward.

"Yeah, you get big, too. Nice and big..."

Encouraging his cock to grow, he leaned his head down against the ground, his neck popping now and then as it grew, too. He was becoming a big, beautiful feral, with handsome cock and heavy balls, and he loved it.

As his cock grew along his belly, so did his libido. He wanted to give in and enjoy the hedonism, to just lean his head down and suck his own dick, to nuzzle his own balls. Hell, he gave into that temptation, at least, just because his balls were so beautiful, and because they deserved some attention.

Suck, lick, nuzzle, sniff. The yellow dragon moaned at his own musk, his cock throbbing harder.

Yet, for all that, he knew that there was something else. Something...

The second shockwave.

Engy groaned, but the alchemist still managed to fling himself back to all fours. Took some effort, though, particularly with those balls. He almost stepped on them, they hung down so low.

Okay, shuffle...shuffle...shuffle...

The yellow feral shuffled forward, his toes nudging his balls from underneath, and he took his time to really make sure that he didn't bump anything dangerous on the way to the door to the common area. His cock was still growing under him, still spreading along his belly towards his middle.

Just a bit further.

That shockwave had gone rippling through him when the gun had exploded, and that meant that it might have gone through the rest of his penthouse, or further. The penthouse was isolated, his lizardmen servants on either side of this room, but if it had gone further, reached the common room...

Well, at least he didn't have to worry about it going up or down the tower, since the shockwave had been fairly mono-level, but...still...

He had to imagine the door out bigger for him to be able to go through it, and when he managed to pop his head out, he saw that things had more wide-ranging consequences than he thought.

The master of the skyscraper, Draconicon, had been turned into a feral dragon, as well. The black dragon was curled up in the corner of the common room, his body a bit more slender than Engy's was, more of the 'ancient evil black dragon' variety than the thicker-bodied western model. His white eyes panned over the crowd of the rest of the harem, and...

Well, that was where the problems started.

The rest of the harem had all been kobold-ified, all of them shorter, all of them bouncier, and all of them scaly. None of them particularly defied the kobold body-type, either, fairly scrawny, but with a few curves or...bulges...

Fyacin, once a lion, had been turned into this randy little thing that was gold and purple in color. He had a long line of purple scales that ran around his neck and down his back, with a gold, tawny, orange-ish color that covered the rest of him. He had climbed up the master's neck, and was trying to get the master to open his mouth.

Down between the master's legs, a purple-lavender kobold - that had to be Ailsa - was trying to get the big black dragon's cock out, grinding her smaller ass against him almost like she was trying to tempt him to fuck her. How that would fit he didn't know, but he knew the former stingray well enough to know that she'd try.

Idesin was there, the former otter still wearing a top-hat, or trying to. There was a ribbon that pulled it down around his smaller head, almost popping him into it more than once, and the brown-scaled, stiff-tailed kobold was trying to organize everyone else. He even pulled out a rubber chicken from his hat to hit them and smack them back a little.

Nirimer? Yes, the dark-scaled kobold was there, purple tattoos on his hips glowing as he laid there, staring up at the black dragon with worship in his eyes. Zavis and Havok were there, too, former snake and former drake, green-brown and white respectively, staring at the black dragon's hind paws.

And then there was Yana, formerly a draxalotl, but now a rather drooly, zonked-looking purple kobold, their eyes hazed over and their head wobbling from side to side as they breathed in the smell of dragon.

Oh, and there, the white and black pair of Gann and Ellyra. The white-scaled kobold was trying to climb up the master's back, carrying a silly little flag to try and plant on the dragon's forehead, while the black-scaled former unicorn was in the process of rustling through the various cushions in the room, pulling out various strap-ons and trying to improvise harnesses for herself.

All in all, it was chaos.

The master's head turned from the various kobolds, fixing Engy with a stare. There wasn't even a word to be said. It was just a look that asked, 'What did you do?'

The yellow dragon blushed, rubbing his head with a forepaw in embarrassed anxiety. His master rolled his eyes, lifting one forepaw and curling a finger. As soon as he did, the various kobolds turned. They gasped, their eyes going wide.

"DRAGON!"

Right...kobolds and their need to serve...

For all that he had been turned into a feral dragon, and so had his master, he had been wondering what would happen to the others. The feralizer had been set to be focused on dragons, but there'd also been a domination function. He hadn't realized how that would affect others, but...

Well, chaos. Chaos and the field-matrix being on the fritz. Whoever Yana had gotten to work on that, he needed to have a talk with them. And fire them.

But that was for later. Even as Engy dragged himself forward, half of the harem had come running to him. Fyacin had jumped off of Drac's head in a swan-dive to the pillows, and then used them to catapult himself through the room with various acrobatics. By the time that Engy had dragged his big butt and bigger balls through the small door, the former lion had mounted his snout.

"Mmm, hello, big guy."

"Hey, Fya - mmmph!"

He barely opened his mouth before the kobold darted down, almost jamming himself into the dragon's mouth. Engy groaned, lifting his tongue up to block the kobold from going any further than that, but he could still feel his friend rooting around in there.

"Come ooooon, you can show me a little fun, can't you? I'll be fine getting eaten by you, Mr. Sexy. Come on, show a kobold a good time."

He's gotten a vore fetish? What in the - mmmph!

He was distracted for a split second by a sudden hug down in the ballsac region. He lifted one hind leg, looking down to see what in the world was going on.

It was Nirimer. The dark-scaled kobold had grabbed his nuts and was hanging from them, nuzzling them repeatedly. His scales were strong enough to keep the little kobold claws from doing any damage, but it was a very different sort of feeling.

Fyacin in his mouth, Nirimer on his balls, what next?

Gann, apparently. The white-scaled kobold suddenly appeared at his foreleg, grabbing hold of the metal one and trying to climb up him. He shook his head, feeling Fyacin starting to grab and grind on his tongue. Spitting the yellow-purple kobold out of his mouth, he reached over and picked the white-scaled one up by the scruff of his neck.

"Heh, what do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"Claiming the dragon in the name of the kobold empire!" the little guy said, swinging his flag around. "Be claimed by the Cuddle 'Bolds!"

Despite himself, Engy couldn't help but smile. There was something so endearing about the persistent need to worship and be around that the kobolds had. They were always wanting more, always grabbing for more dragons.

"How about no flags?"

"Fine. Then I'll just suck your dick."

"My dick? This big thing?" he asked, lifting his hips slightly. His balls were so big that they still rested on the ground, but his cock hung down from his belly slightly. "I think you're a few feet too short for that."

"Never underestimate the 'Bolds!"

Wriggling free in a surprising move, the white-scaled kobold darted down, running up along Engy's hind legs and then climbing along his underbelly. He half-expected Gann to fall off in a comedy routine, but no. The little kobold grabbed his dick, hanging off of it and...humping it, really. Humping and sucking along the tip, which wasn't a bad feeling. Not enough to get him off, but enough to be fun.

With Nirimer still nosing, licking, and sucking at his massive balls, Engy had to admit that he was rather comfortable, rather happy. He slumped back, slowly moving to lay on his side. He had just gotten into position when Fyacin jumped back at his mouth.

"Come ooooon. Just a little tongue-humping, then. What do you say to that, big guy?" the former lion said, leaning on the dragon's snout with bouncing eyebrows.

Engy didn't open his mouth, didn't even bother to talk. He knew that the minute that his jaws parted, he'd have the kobold leaping into his mouth all over again. So, instead, he just fixed the former lion with a stare, a raised eye-ridge, and waited.

Before Fyacin could start complaining, however, there was a sudden squeal of feedback. Everyone stopped what they were doing, wincing, and looked to the source.

Idesin-Bold - yes, that was what he was calling them, now - had gotten an actual megaphone from somewhere and was holding it in front of him.

"Alright, if we're gonna worship these beautiful dragons, let's do it right. Liiiiine up!"

There was almost a feeling of annoyance at that, and Engy realized that the feral body had been joined by some feral instincts. A kobold ordering a kobold to stop paying attention to a dragon was something that sat wrong with him...but he pushed that down, rather curious to see what the former otter would do. Nirimer slid off his balls and Gann popped off his cock, while the master finally remained unmolested by the others that were dealing with him.

The two ferals moved so that they were both lying on their bellies, almost side by side with each other. Engy glanced at his master, then blushed and looked down.

"Sorry, Master."

"I'm guessing that an experiment went boom?" the black dragon asked.

"Kinda. I think I need to start screening my employees."

"That would probably be a good idea..."

"I didn't make you mad, did I?"

"Not really. Just...concerned."

"Concerned?"

"Well, you make something to turn me into a feral dragon, I have to wonder just how big you like things," he said with a small chuckle. "I know I can be a size queen, but this is more like a size empress."

"Well...you know. Big things."

"Yeah. Big things are good."

"Big balls are good."

"Well, you got the bigger pair now," the black dragon said, stroking his tail along the back of Engy's pair. The touch sent a shiver down the yellow dragon's spine. "Now, what are you going to do with them?"

"I think that depends on the kobolds. We're not getting out of here until they calm down, are we?"

"Not unless we want them to chase after us."

"...Could be fun. You know. Being wanted, and all."

"We always are," his master said. "It's just now they're obsessed. And - oh god, he's starting..."

Engy was about to ask what his master meant when the sound of circus music started to fill the air. That calliope sound to attract people from near and far, that bouncing beat, immediately made him break out in a giggle that he had to hide behind a forepaw. The former otter leaped forward, sweeping his hat around. A cushion turned into a stand, and he posed on it, dick hanging down over small, scaly balls.

"Dragon and dragon, welcome to the wonderful, stupendous, amazing Kobold Show. Today, for one performance only, we are going to shower you with delights, with worship, with overwhelming affection so you know just how amazing you dragons are. And not just because we're kobolds, either. We're not doing it for the hoard. We're not doing it because we're made to worship dragons."

"We're not?" Fyacin-Bold asked.

"Noooo!" Idesin-Bold said, waving his hand with a shushing motion. "No, we're doing it because...We're perverts!"

Engy fought back another giggle as Idesin-Bold swept his hat off his head.

"But truly, dragon and dragon, allow us 'bolds to show you what you deserve. Worship, kindness, loving, and sooooo much pleasure."

The amount of eyebrow wiggling that went on at that moment nearly left Engy guffawing at the sheer silliness that the former otter had. He hadn't had a chance to see Idesin-Bold like this before, and it was something that broke the ice of the odd situation that they were in, and it did it in such a wonderful way.

The brown-scaled kobold swept his hat back on his head, holding up his hands.

"And now, let the show, begin! Starting with the marvelous Zavis-Bold and Havok-Bold, our foot worshipers supreme!"

"...We don't necessarily have 'feet' at the moment," the master said.

"No, but you have hind-paws, don't you?"

"..."

"Fly, my pretties!"

Idesin-Bold flung his hands forward, and the former snake and former dragon ran forward. They leaped in unison onto the black dragon's hind paws, gripping him by the toes and nuzzling into his soles. Engy could see the slight blush on the master's face, and he knew that this was still pleasurable to the other dragon, even if it was a little embarrassing.

"Yes, be amazed at the wonderful tongues of the foot worshipers. They have been training for days for the chance to put your feet to rest, to make them shine with the worship of your subs."

"This is...mmmph..."

"Enjoyable, yes, yes!" Idesin-Bold laughed, turning around. "But of course, there is no way that we can ignore the other dragon in the audience."

"Oh?" Engy asked, blushing slightly. "What do you have in mind for me?"

"Only the finest ball-worshiper in the seven kingdoms!"

"Two hundred," the master muttered from the side.

"Silence that heckler!"

As Fyacin-Bold leaped for Drac's mouth, the ringmaster continued.

"The finest ball worshiper in the seven kingdoms. A kobold that has slathered the balls of horses, of bulls, of elephants the world over. A male that has stuffed his ass, because why not, he's got nothing in the front to stuff people with. A slut of the finest proportions -"

"Hey, what about us?!" the rest of the kobolds shouted.

"...Everybody's a critic." Idesin-Bold rolled his eyes. "Nirimer-Bold! Go get him!"

Engy couldn't help but laugh a little as the purple-tattooed kobold rushed him, spreading his hind legs a bit as he rolled over. The feeling of that little guy slamming into his balls might have hurt if it wasn't for the fact that Nirimer-Bold slowed down at the last second, and if it wasn't for the fact that those little fingers and toes were dragging up and down his balls constantly. He groaned under his breath, savoring the feeling of just how good it felt to have his massive balls played with.

Of course, the kobold was rather tiny compared to his balls, so there was no way that he was going to get it done properly, but even as he felt like he needed more, the otter-bold called out more orders.

"It's clear that you dragons are a hard audience to please. One show's not enough? Take a couple more! The lovely Gann-Bold, the showman extraordinaire, the sucker of dick, the taker of toys, the sissiest 'bold that ever sissed!"

The white-scaled kobold bowed, swishy-swaying his way forward, a claw against his lips in a teasing, sucking fashion.

"And, of course, we can hardly leave our master hanging, can we? The beautiful Ailsa-Bold, thick-hipped and fine-featured, with a hole stretchier than even magic can explain. What mysteries might lurk in her magical rump, you might wonder? Plunder her depths and find out!"

The purple-scaled kobold stepped forward, winking as she walked up to the master dragon. Her hips swayed just as much as Gann-Bold's, and there was even more mischief in her eyes.

The dragons were quickly overwhelmed, one getting his dick sucked and his balls played with, the other getting his hind paws tended to and his cock somehow wedged into a hole that should not have been able to accept it, yet it did this time.

Engy shook his head with a pleasurable smile, unable to believe how quickly this had been turned around. The harem really was something.

Yet, even as the otter continued to give orders, organizing the other kobolds so that they could have their turn, he couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the ray gun. It shouldn't have exploded like that, for sure, and he knew for a fact that the potions that he'd put in shouldn't have caused an explosion of activity quite like this. There were a lot of things that were off about this, and he needed to figure them out -

But not quite yet, he thought as he felt those tongues lathering his dick and his balls. They were getting him nice and happy, nice and horny, and he was happy enough to think about them for the moment.

And we can...we can handle this...not like there's anyone that can just sneak in right now. Not like there's anything that's waiting to...slip past us...

He hoped.

Just as he was starting to get concerned, though, Fyacin-Bold popped up on his snout. He blinked.

"What the -"

"I'm going for a swim."

"Wha - no way!"

"Relaaaaax. I got a rope."

The kobold held up a leg with a rope tied around his ankle. Engy opened his mouth without thinking, trying to muster another argument, but it was too late. Fyacin-Bold leaped into the air and dove into his mouth.

"GAH!"

"Mmm, nice and wet and hot."

The lion-bold wiggled on his tongue, and Engy groaned as dragon instincts pushed him to do something more than a little bit uncomfortable. He wanted to swallow, to pull prey down his throat, to drag it into his stomach. He fought that instinct, trying to keep from focusing on the taste of musk and salt and slight sweat that the lion-bold had, and how it reminded him of so much sexy things -

The lion-bold rolled over, grinding his crotch on the dragon's tongue. Dick, balls, more. Engy's eyes went wide and he swallowed without even thinking, doing what he always did when a dick was in his mouth. He had just enough time to think FUCK! before he heard the giggles in his snout. The lion-bold was already moving towards the back of his throat.

Desperately, he grabbed the rope, and his mechanical forepaw seized it by the barest of margins. He yanked it back up, gagging hard as Fyacin-Bold slipped out of his throat and back into his mouth. Coughing and sputtering, he pulled the lion-bold free from his snout, holding him well away.

The lion-bold was covered in drool, scales shining and smug face dripping with it. As he swung by the rope, Fyacin-Bold smirked.

"What's the matter? Too big for your throat?"

"You...dick..."

"Oh, come on. I was fine."

"No more throat-spelunking."

"Ugh. Fiiiiiiine."

"You can hump my tongue if you have to, but no more of that."

"Hehehe. Thanks."

Rolling his eyes, he stuck out his tongue, letting Fyacin have his fun. The lion slid back on it, sitting on his outstretched, forked tongue, leaning forward and humping along the length of it.

I should probably be worried...nah, what could happen...

The End

Summary: A little experiment goes off the rails for Engy, and many people are kobold-ified before several feral dragons.

Tags: M/M, M/F, dragon, kobold, feral, size difference, ball growth, transformation, ball humping, ball worship, throat, near-vore, silly, comedy, paw worship, licking, worship,