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Part 7

For AkimitsuSeveCan

By Draconicon

Gauthier spent the night sorting through his limited options, only to realize that he didn't have any. There were no other ways forward besides giving the Blessed what he wanted; nothing else would give him the chance to enter the temple, and he needed some ally or another to get the hell out of these caves. The kobolds would be no help; even those that he had learned to work with had nothing but adoration for the dragons, particularly the ones that had given them greater powers, and they weren't going to turn against them. Not in this lifetime, at the very least.

And if he was going to get out, he needed someone that could turn the kobolds away, someone that could clear a path to the surface. That meant that it had to be a Blessed, and he didn't see himself getting any leverage for getting one under his thumb.

Heel.

The thought had the once-human shivering, imagining putting someone under his heel rather than being put under the dragons' feet all the time. The feeling of having someone down there had to be good if they were making him bend down and worship them, right? Maybe it would feel good to him to -

I'm not like that!

Gauthier slapped himself, the sound making a soft 'pap' against his cheek. The few kobolds that were still awake at that time were making similar sounds, though they were doing something far different to him. He gritted his teeth, trying not to think about that as he leaned his head back among the scaly bodies. The sounds were more than enough to keep his dick throbbing in the resin tube holding it captive.

That was one more reason to want the advancement. It might not be the same as being a kobold, might not be full release, but it would at least mean that he had more control of his shaft once more. He gritted his teeth, his hands itching to go down to his cock and get to work, but that would only keep him up later.

Later...when you're free...

How long would that be, even if he took the deal? Who knew? Who knew, indeed, at this point?

The kobold lowered his head back, covering his face with one arm. Another scaly hand reached out, someone else in the pile, and he had his ass stroked. Another hand reached for his crotch. Whether they were awake or asleep, those hands were molesting him, and they were going to keep doing that through the night.

So much for a sleep without dirty dreams...

The morning came, and he realized that he'd made his decision. He'd have to take the offer, and hope for the best. At the very worst, he'd have some leverage over the Blessed in question; considering that that dragon obviously didn't want anyone to know that he was working outside of the cult, he clearly had some sort of secret. Gauthier might be able to force him to reveal some of his plans with the threat of going to the other Blessed and exposing him, though that would be a last-ditch threat. Once he exposed that, he'd be that much more exposed himself, showing that he hadn't been fully converted and conditioned as a kobold.

But if I'm going down...I'm taking you with me...

He joined the rest of the kobolds as they walked out of the cluster of bodies that they formed at night. They were halfway to the great square when he heard a hiss down one of the ruined passages. Guessing what it was, he turned, leaving the rest of the 'bolds behind and stepping into the narrow, shadowed passage.

Just as he expected, it was the Blessed that had made him the offer. Dark black and gray in color, the dragon smiled down at him.

"So, have you made your decision, 'bold?"

"I...have."

"And?"

"...I'll go along with it."

"Hmm? Go along with what?" the dragon asked, chuckling.

"Are you going to play games now, really?" Gauthier grumbled.

"Oh, probably. It's part of my nature."

Gauthier grumbled, forcing himself to keep from indulging in the usual deep, calming breaths that he would have done in normal situations. He could already smell the heady musk of the dragon before him, could already feel it working its magic on his body by forcing him to get hard. He shivered, curling his toes in enforced pleasure, feeling his cock throbbing up in the flexible resin cage.

"Mmmph..."

"And you love it," the Blessed said, looming over him. "Now...are you sure?"

"I'm as sure as I'm going to be."

"Good. Now, come with me. We'll have to make this official, or the others will never believe it."

"...Official?"

"Heh. Can't raise a kobold to Honored without a ceremony, can we?"

"...Oh boy."

The ceremony ended up being held inside the temple, though only one room in. As soon as they ascended the stairs, the roaring sounds of the Blessed and their dragon sides rumbled through the stones, the air echoing with the ghosts of old roars, old calls of power. It tingled his scales, leaving him shivering in a way that he hadn't expected...and more aroused than he felt that he should be.

The first chamber was massive, clearly the room that had once been used for group worship, where the congregation would have come during the days when this city had been more properly populated. Statues of coiled dragons wrapped around pillars, adding to the great power of the scaly creatures and the way that they were portrayed throughout the city. It was a stark, powerful reminder of who was really in charge.

Stairs led down, no more than ten, but it meant that the main room was rather sunken compared to the doors. Torches lit the room, feeding a smoke through the air that was almost incense-like, enough to leave Gauthier's head spinning. He allowed himself to be led forward to the altar, where two other Blessed stood, and a massive dragon head loomed over all.

"Who is this?" one of them asked Gauthier's 'benefactor.'

"Someone that will do our group good as an Honored," the dark-scaled dragon said. "I want him raised."

"Him?"

"Oh, yes. I think he is more than ready."

"..."

"And I claim this as my right. Considering that I just helped improve all the kobolds, and the Honored."

"But not us," the second Blessed at the altar said. "Your work has been...improving, and it has done leaps and bounds for us. But you have not helped the Blessed nearly as much as you have helped those under us."

"The weakest of the cult must have a chance to grow."

"..."

"And their numbers will protect us."

Gauthier remained as silent and stupid as the kobold he was supposed to be, but there was something to the exchange that was important. His 'benefactor' had already gone out of his way to start altering the way that the cult worked, giving the kobolds more power, ensuring that the margin between them and the Blessed at the top was shrinking.

Why?

He wants something from the temple, but...

But if he wanted that, surely a Blessed could just take it...unless there were greater divisions at the top of the cult than he had realized? If that was the case, maybe this cult could be taken down. Maybe there was something that could be done.

Gauthier remained silent, even as the two Blessed looked at him. He listened to his instincts and fell to all fours, looking down at the ground, no higher than their toes as they examined him.

"...I suppose this one is, at least, obeisant enough," the first Blessed said.

"I would not have brought him if he wasn't."

"I don't know if that's true...but in any case."

"Then..."

"Make him stand. He will be allowed to ascend."

Gauthier was all but yanked to his feet, and his head spun. The smell of the hot incense in the air was making it harder and harder for him to think clearly. He knew that this had to be intentional, something to keep kobolds from doing something stupid with their powers, but at the same time -

"We call upon the dragon within...come forth...and be Honored!"

The three Blessed called out at the same time, and the room shook. The temple quaked beneath him, and Gauthier struggled to stay on his feet. He wobbled left and right, struggling to stay in place. Just as he was starting to catch his balance, the massive dragon head before him spread, opening bit by bit, showing the great teeth and a tongue so long that it could have wrapped around him like a python of the great jungles.

What...what is...

It roared, shaking the room once more, banishing the old ghostly sounds of the ancient spirits and filling the room with the resounding, echoing thunder of a real dragon's roar. As the sound nearly bowled him off his feet, fire spread from the dragon-head's scaly lips, pouring through the room like water loosed from a dam. Gauthier saw the orange-red tongues coming for him, braced himself...

Only for the heat to leave him unharmed. If anything, it touched him like the waters of a heated bath, running up along his legs, then his upper thighs, before curling around him like serpents. It cocooned him, sealing him up inside of the warm glow, and as it did, he felt it sinking into his scales.

"Ah...ah..."

The transformation began, slowly lifting him up on his tiptoes, dragging him further upright. His legs felt odd, warm, tired, but at the same time, they were feeling...tense, tight, pulled at. He gritted his teeth, feeling the flame settling in, slowly doing things to him, pulling, nudging, changing him.

Bit by bit, he grew, and he felt his spine popping with each new inch that it stretched out. A little here, a little there, and soon he was well above any other kobold, a foot taller than he had been. He could have lorded it over all the other little workers that were still outside, but no, it wasn't done yet.

"Ah..."

He gasped as his face pulled, the boxy kobold face slowly narrowing at the point, coming together as more of a draconic beak. The feeling of his teeth sharpened, pushing down, lengthening. A few of the fangs pushed out past his lips, almost like a crocodile's, while others were shorter, not quite touching his tongue. It was like kobold and dragon had been mixed together, a fusion of sorts.

As his tail pushed out behind him, getting longer, gradually sinking to the ground, he tried to remember the difference between the Blessed and the Honored. The Blessed had wings, he remembered, while the Honored had been left without them. There was more of a bestial tint to the Honored, with their bodies more lean, serpentine, while the Blessed were closer to a humanoid style of body, thicker and less like a snake, though still with the dragon's scales and form.

He huffed for breath as he continued to gain height, soon reaching six feet of it, taller than he had been earlier, and stronger, too. Though lean, he could feel his shoulders and chest thickening slightly, his waist pulling in, and -

"Mmmmph..."

And the flames affected his cock, too, pulling at it, tugging it forward. Even as a kobold, it hadn't been that small, but it was getting bigger, now, bigger and - mmph - filled with the heated fire that was changing it. He felt hot, needy between his legs, and the resin tube that had covered him since he had been first inducted into the cult pulled back, dragged from the head of the shaft down to the base, held there tightly.

"Ah..."

The fire started pulling down, revealing him bit by bit. He stared down his own muzzle, unable to believe the differences. He felt like...like some beast, now, something that was even worse than a kobold, in some ways, as he had taken on more of the serpent-like characteristics of a dragon with a little bit less of its nobility. He was taller, stronger, yes, but that didn't mean that he was better.

He reached up, his hands no longer the clunky things of kobolds, but rather the narrow-fingered hands of a sorcerer, something that was not suited for hard work, but rather for the delicate, detailed things. It felt almost...feminine, swishy, like there was something wrong with them. No hands like these could ever properly grip a sword; they were suited to dagger work, and nothing more.

Looking down, he saw that while he had gained his shoulders and chest muscles back, he had lost the thickness in his middle, his abs replaced by something narrow, something pulled in. He had become something very serpentine indeed, from the swaying down there.

And then...then he saw his cock.

It was a stiff, hard thing, poking forward by at least ten inches, and it throbbed hard. The tip was soaked with pre-cum, and it flowed almost constantly just from looking at it. The resin tube had been pulled back, dragged to the base of his shaft like a cock ring, and it seemed to have hardened into that in the process.

Of course, that didn't mean that the pressure down there was gone. It just meant that he was feeling it from tip to base, and base to tip. Tingles of need ran up from his swollen balls, leaving him huffy and panting, gripping his hands into fists at his sides to keep from grabbing at it. The sheer need that his new cock gave him was beyond anything that he had ever imagined, and it was begging him to find someone, something, to fuck right then and there. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he had to fight to keep on his feet.

Worse, he was smelling himself, now. His musk was stronger, the dragon fire rushing through him and making him sweat, his scales shining in a way that they hadn't before. He ran his hands along his legs, seeing the lines in the shimmering oils that coated him that he left behind.

Just...how much...

"Be reborn, Honored." The Blessed at the altar nodded at him. "Our companion will take you to your new chambers."

Chambers. Yes. He had...he had chambers, now that he wasn't a kobold anymore. The thought was rather strange after getting used to the barracks-like situation that the kobolds had, but he didn't mind it.

He allowed himself to be led out, gluing his jaws shut, riding the shock for as long as he could. Try as he might, however, finding his way through the passages was going to be a lost cause. He could barely remember the first three turns that they took, and the byzantine maze of the under-tunnels of the temple were beyond his ken. He just submitted to be led from place to place, shaking his head in utter shock.

Finally, they arrived at a wider hall, with cloth separating the different rooms. The Blessed turned him into one of them, and they stepped inside. The Blessed gestured back, writing several runes on the doorframe.

"I think that'll do."

"Mmmph..."

"How do you feel?"

"Tall."

"Heh, that's a new one."

"Mmmph..."

"Then again, I jumped right to Blessed, with what I did."

"..."

"Oh, come on. Are you going to hit me with the silent treatment this whole time? You agreed to this."

"I know...just...mmmph..."

"Still horny?"

"I haven't cum since I was turned into a kobold, so, yes, I'm fucking horny..."

"Then you should do something to take care of that."

Gauthier opened his mouth, then shut it. The thing that he had been about to say - 'fuck yourself' - was something that was more than likely going to get turned on him. He shook his head, walking over to his bed and feeling it. The soft plushness of the mattress was a marked departure from the hard stone that he had lived in with the other kobolds. It really was a sign of moving up in the world.

And it felt...odd. Almost like he was turning his back on the other kobolds that he had served with, like they were being left at the wayside. It was a really strange feeling, and not one that he particularly liked.

Shaking his head, he turned back to the dragon. The Blessed looked at him...almost fondly, and it was both disturbing and strange. Gauthier sat down, shaking his head as his cock continued to throb.

"Is this thing going to stay like this all the time?" he muttered.

"Hmmm, only for the next twenty-four hours. And then it'll go numb."

"WHAT?!"

"Oh, I thought you'd like that. Isn't that better than perpetual throbbing?"

"I...you..."

"The Honored are meant to study and 'honor' the Blessed. You'll be allowed 'fucking privileges' from time to time, much as the ones that went to see you had, but other than that, you'll be completely numb down there. Just hanging down, so you can focus."

"..."

"Of course, I can change that...but that'd be a favor."

Gauthier knew that he was already in deep, and he wasn't about to ask for another favor. Shaking his head, he looked away. The Blessed joined him on the bed, patting his thigh lightly.

"Heh. I guess you're still not entirely settled with your new body and sexuality, huh?"

"It's not mine."

"It's not like it's bad to be gay, or at least bi. It's just a way to enjoy more people, isn't it?"

"Why does it matter to you?"

"...Maybe there's something that you still need to figure out."

The Blessed shook his head, sighing and getting to his feet. He walked to the door, paused, and looked over his shoulder.

"Tomorrow, we're going to need to get to work. Once we get the thing, we'll need to run. I'll start setting up our escape, and you..."

"Hmmph. What kind of stupid order do you have for me?"

"I want you to fuck your brains straight."

"...What?"

"You heard me," the Blessed said. "I want you to go out there, fuck as many kobolds as you want, and make sure that you stop being horny by the time that tomorrow comes around. Fuck your thoughts straight, get your head settled so you're not thinking with your crotch, and then we'll get started on the real job."

"...You're joking."

"Not even slightly."

"..."

"Goodnight."

"...But it's only afternoon!"

The Blessed didn't answer, slipping out without a word. Gauthier watched him go, shaking his head a few times as he slid to the edge of the bed once more. His cock throbbed at the idea of fucking a kobold, while his morals tried to tell him that it was just one more way for him to corrupt himself, one more way for him to slip further into the debauchery of this cult. He had managed to hold himself back to some degree so far, even if it hadn't been completely 'right' or true to his past self...so why was he so tempted?

The answer throbbed between his legs. Because he hadn't been given the chance to properly release and feel it for too long. Kobolds could 'cum,' in that they were able to release their fluids, but that meant less than nothing if you weren't able to feel it coming free. He grumbled under his breath, staring down at his throbbing shaft, feeling it bouncing, twitching to the beat of his heart, and he slid back down onto the bed.

Not going to fuck...not going to fuck...

Throb, throb.

Not listening.

Throb.

...fuck you...

Throb-throb.

In the end, he found himself trawling the city, going through one street after another. At first, he simply wandered around, trying to burn off some nervous energy, hoping that the need bubbling through his crotch would actually go down, but the more that he walked around, the needier he got.

He kept to the isolated streets, at first, figuring that if it happened, he would take advantage, but he wouldn't go looking for it. Gauthier kept to that, too, circling the city once, twice, three times, and never meeting a kobold...

And it frustrated him.

It should have been a good thing for someone that was trying to avoid giving in, but the more that he didn't get what his body wanted, the more that he desperately craved it. He felt his cock throbbing, knew that it was going to take him in different directions than he wanted to be taken, and gritted his teeth as he realized that it was turning him towards the more well-used roads rather than back to the temple.

We shouldn't...

But they did.

Gauthier found a kobold in two minutes after taking a proper road, and though he didn't know them, there was something about looking down at the little creature. Half his size, round-rumped, and full-hipped, the kobold looked like he had been made for the pleasure of others.

Perhaps he had been. Perhaps not. Either way, Gauthier was filled with the urge to take him, claim him, and it was impossible to ignore.

One moment, the dragon stood on the ruined street through the city. The next, he had grabbed the kobold by the hips and lifted him right off the ground, holding him against a crumbling stone wall. He barely realized what he was doing, only knew that his cock was out and hard as hell, sliding up along the underside of the kobold's stubby tail and a half-inch from ramming right into that pucker.

How...why...

"Oooh, please, take me, Honored! Honor me!"

The kobold's begging coos for attention were almost too much for him to take. His eyes bugged out of their sockets and his cock throbbed all the harder. He leaned in, his cock sliding off that pucker, riding up along the kobold's taint. It was so smooth, so natural, and -

Take him, take him, take him!

The roaring instincts inside his head were forcing him further and further, leaving him pulling his hips back more, almost lining up, and then sliding off again. Each time, he swore he felt himself coming closer to pushing past that pucker, and then being forced to wait again. Grind, thrust, grind, thrust -

POP!

The feeling of that pucker accepting his cock soothed his instincts for half a second, just long enough for Gauthier to have a moment to understand what he was doing. He was picking up someone half his size, holding them against a wall, and using them as a sex toy. That would have been bad enough in another settlement, in a city on the surface, but the fact that it was a kobold - and a male kobold at that - only made it worse. He looked down, saw that his cock was halfway in that hole -

And then the instincts seized hold again, and he rammed forward. He groaned in raw pleasure, and the kobold made the same exact noise under him.

A hole, it appeared, was as good as any other hole.

In, out, in, out, his hips drove him, and he gasped for breath as eagerly as he had ever done with the whores up above. They'd been female and human, his type, his species, but this...

This was better.

Somehow, this was better, tighter, hotter, and the kobold wanted him in a way that no whore ever had. There was a connection there, something that he didn't know how to handle, and it just pulled him in deeper. Ever deeper, ever further, ever faster, rutting the little bitch right up against the wall.

In, out, in, out, his cock somehow more sensitive than it had been since his humanity, and possibly more sensitive than it had been then. Every thrust was almost orgasmic in its own right, as if the numbness of being a kobold, the lack of utter sensitivity, had been replaced by its opposite. He moaned every time that he bottomed out, feeling that hole clenching hard around him, milking him for everything that he had. In, out, in, out, thrusting in and grinding along that prostate, feeling the other cock sliming up his stomach.

The 'wrongness' of being with another male was flickering out, dying inside him as he was consumed with his new instincts to dominate the 'bold under him. In, out, in, out, each time feeling that pucker clenching down around him, each time feeling it sucking at his cock to get a little more pre-cum inside.

Was he oozing too much? He was oozing more, he knew, and could feel it running along his shaft, down along his balls. There was so much pre-cum in there, so much that it was swelling the kobold's belly, and he could feel every squirt running through his shaft, every churning swell that was begging to be released.

And his balls...

Oh god, his balls were so full, so desperately needy to be released. He rammed in again and again, faster and faster, and the kobold only moaned more, thrusting its ass back against him. In, out, in, out, squelching and messy. In, out, in, out, each time feeling that need building that little bit higher.

"Ah...ah...NNNGH!"

And then he went over the edge, and for the first time in too long, he felt that orgasm. It was like a wave washing over him, pleasurable and warm and tingling from his head to his toes, like lightning shooting down his cock and leaving him with a tingle, an itch, and a tickle all at once. He had all but forgotten what a proper climax felt like, and it was like he was a teen again, just figuring out how his cock worked.

His hips spasmed, ramming his shaft further into that scaly rump, spreading that pucker, marking it as a thing that was owned by a dragon. In. In. IN!

And then...it stopped. He panted, putting the kobold down, barely hearing its whines.

What...how...

His head spun right round, and his legs would have gone out from under him if it wasn't for the touch of someone else patting his hip. Gauthier groaned, half-turning before he realized what a mistake that was.

For waiting for him, right at his side, was another kobold...and another...and another...A full dozen kobolds lined the streets at his side, and each one looked up at him with the same grin as the one that he had just fucked.

...Mine...mine...MINE!

When Gauthier finally returned to his quarters, he was drained as drained could be. The feeling of his cock swinging down between his legs rather than pointing up was all the evidence required of the fact that he had been fucking all day long, and all night, as well. He had been rutting everything with a pulse, and his cock throbbed harder than he was used to, even while soft.

The only relief was the fact that it was slowly starting to go numb, just as the Blessed had promised it would. The combined feelings of need and numbness were...odd, to say the least, but at least the latter was slowly overtaking the former.

He slumped into his bed, burying his head in a pillow, already going through the various kobolds that he had fucked on the street. A dozen? Two? At least two, since more kept showing up, and his rutting need just wouldn't let him stop when they were done. He needed more. He needed to show them where they belonged, and...

And it had stopped mattering that they were male, or that they were monsters. All that mattered was that they had a hole that he could claim, and he needed it.

He needed them.

"Mmmph..."

He rolled onto his side as his dick finally went numb, thankful for the fact that it was finally no longer telling him what to do. He rolled onto his back, stared up at the ceiling, and then -

Flap.

"I'm glad that you managed to finish up alright."

The Blessed was back. Gauthier groaned.

"Mmmph...leave me alone."

"Hmmm, no."

"I just fucked more holes than I have ever touched in a week. That's...mmmph..."

"Well, you can still do stuff while sore. I know you can. Heh. I know you have."

"..."

Gauthier finally lifted his head, looking back at the doorway. The Blessed stood there with his arms crossed, his head cocked to the side in amusement, and his tongue playfully stuck out the side almost...almost like a dog, he realized, and it was in that moment that everything else finally clicked for him.

The scale patterns.

The attitude.

The familiarity.

He sat up slowly, his eyes widening by the second. The Blessed sighed, shaking his head.

"I guess I finally spoiled it."

"...Lykus?"

"Yep."

"...You son of a bitch!"

He expected the Blessed to dodge the pillow he threw, but either his new status as Honored meant that he was faster and stronger than before, or Lykus just took it. Either way, the pillow smacked the Blessed right on the nose hard enough to knock him out of the room.

The End

Summary: Gauthier agrees to the transformation, not knowing what waits for him on the other side.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Anal, Transformation, Dragon, Kobold, Fusion, Cock Growth, Need, Instincts, Rutting, Cum, Orgasm, Size Difference, Series, Fantasy, Magic,