Munie and the Bard 2
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Estrasa transformed a failure of a bard into a kobold, and now wants her maid, Munie, to show him what its like to be a kobold wanting sex.
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The queen pulls her hand away from her pet, a smile forming on her snout. With a wave of her hand, Estrasa's cloak forms itself over her again, and instead of the little kobold, the humanoid feminine figure fills the disguise as she slips back onto her seat, a low chuckle issuing from her throat.
The bard breathes heavily, through sharp gritted teeth. He scratches the floor, but then he pushes up, grabbing his shirt, and tearing the large thing apart, exposing before the two women his small, scaled kobold body.
Munie squeaks as she sees him. His scales are brand new, yet the shape underneath is toned and strong. His crest is the most rugged and ridged crest she had ever seen. His eyes, slitted and reptilian, take on the most draconic look a kobold has had. When he stands, he snorts, looking straight to her, his chest rising and falling as he takes his deep breaths.
“He failed Vijaya, and me, as a human. Perhaps he can serve us better as a smaller creature, hm?" the queen asks, taking a sip of her wine. “Oh, Munie, dear…" she coos. “Perhaps you'd like to help him get acclimated to kobold mating rituals?"
Munie smiles as she hears those words. For some reason, she finds herself reaching down for her skirt, pulling it up and showing to the newly created kobold the frilly panties that went along with the maid outfit. Pooling in the center of the undergarment is a moistening spot, dampened by the appearance of this stud.
The male kobold's eyes widen and he sniffs the air, the slit between his legs quivers, readying for what is to come next. From between his legs, the tip of his rod emerges, glistening with his own desires already.
Munie licks her lips and turns around, facing her mistress. She lifts her tail, letting it show off her kobold booty with her hands upon her knees. As she looks over to her Dark Queen, a question forms on her mind and escapes from her throat. “W… why?" she asks. “Why am I doing this?"
But she already knows why! This kobold is such a stud! Why wouldn't she want to take his cock? No, wait. Munie isn't a female—wasn't a female. He didn't want to take it up the cloaca Then… then why?
“You're such an obedient pet, my dear Munie," Estrasa says, leaning her hidden cheek upon her hand. “I ask you to slurp up that drink and you never stopped to consider what it was. It's a wonderful concoction, ironically provided by that traitor Vijaya, and it expedites your kobold hormones, readying yourself for my newest servant."
The bard runs forward, wrapping his strong arms around her, his shaft poking against her pantied butt. She squeaks as she's lifted off of the ground by his strong arms, but she doesn't take her eyes off of her mistress. “I… I'm in heat!?" she asks, but, deep down, she already knows the answer. Feeling that maleness against her, poking at her over and over and seeking entrance, she knows that feeling, deep down through her blood. It's the feeling her mother felt, and her mother before her, and her mother before her. That need, that ancient, proverbial need and now she, too, got to feel it, and have it fulfilled!
The bard nuzzles against her crown, huffing heavily as he tries to get to her in his frustration. Who is she to deny him? She wriggles about, her arm popping out of his vice-like grip, and she hooks a finger underneath her undergarments, pulling them aside. And, as his own instincts come to him from the magic of the sorceress, the once bard, now insatiable male kobold, thrusts his mighty red halberd into her quivering want.
The sensation is unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. Munie screams, her eyes getting hazy as her female virginity is taken from, no, willingly given by, her. To have a kobold fill her up, to shove his fat cock up inside her, all the while feeling the pull of heat. It's nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss!
Her mistress chuckles as she watches the two kobolds go at it. The former bard has the posture and the build of a rather handsome kobold gentleman, but his transformation, the pure primal reversion to a more bestial form, seems to have left his mind a haze for the time being. “Munie, dear," she purrs. “How do you like being filled by feral kobold cock? I think it suits you. What do you think?"
Munie gasps with each thrust as the bard holds her up, slapping his hips against her butt, filling her deeper with each push. She can even imagine her little belly stretching to accommodate that impressive member. She has no words to respond to her mistress, and instead contents herself with the higher and higher squeaks that come with being filled.
The bard fucks her so quickly, that the newly-transformed kobold falls forward, causing both him and his maid toy to crash to the ground. While Munie breaks her fall with her arm, he lands on top of her, pinning her down, keeping her from escaping.
But why would she want to? Her tongue rolls out and a dumb smile spreads over her face. Even though she huffs and squeaks in the pleasures that shoot throughout her body, she fights to speak up, to answer her mistress. “I… I love it… Mistress, I love kobold cock!"
What is she saying? Munie would never take another kobold. That wasn't like him… but “he" didn't exist anymore. There is only Munie the maid. There is only Munie, the servant of the great dark Queen. There is only Munie… the SLUT!
The bard squeezes his claws against her, and slight tears pop through the fabric as he keeps his grip upon her. He throws his head back, slamming his cock once more up against her as far as he can go. With a primal roar to rival that of the most impressive of dragons, he unleashes his hoard inside her.
Munie freezes. She doesn't even breathe as she lets the sensation of ounces of kobold cum filling up into her womb. It kept going, never seeming to have an end for the scant few moments it actually occurred. Once he's done, the bard collapses, panting, leaving her on her knees, free once more.
Estrasa brings her sleeved hands together in an attempt at a clap, but the fabric only creates a dull thud between her concealed fingers. “Very good indeed, my little pet. You've become quite the cum hound, haven't you?"
Munie squeezes her eyes shut and rolls back onto her back, letting out groans as she moves her hands over her frills.
“Oh, what's that, my dear? Are you not satisfied?" the queen asks. “Of course you aren't. When you're underneath me, you will only receive satisfaction when I want you to. I want you to realize that and appreciate what a gift it is to have the privilege to have all your desires fulfilled. Do you understand?"
Munie's eyes flutter open. She gulps, gasps, and then nods, muttering out a “y… yes, my Queen…!"