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Part 9

For AkimitsuSeveCan

By Draconicon

The night passed, and so did the rather pleasant dream that accompanied it. By the time that morning rolled around, or whatever passed for it in the caves, Gauthier was more than ready for the chance to steal the idol and get the hell out. He wanted to find some way to get his human body back, or...well, anything that he could of his old life. He wanted to finish this, to get free of the caves, and hopefully keep this cult from taking anyone else. The adventurers that he'd had to take down as a kobold were probably long-since transformed into someone that would fight back against anyone that the cult took a dislike to, and he imagined that they would never entirely be free from this place, even if they were able to run off with him and Lykus.

That fate waited for anyone stupid enough to enter the Caves of Isilmin, though he imagined that few enough would be that stupid...though of the ones that were...

...They'd be gathering the stronger adventurers, the ones that would have the strength to stand up to the outside world once they were broken...

He hadn't thought of that. The cult had been slowly breaking down powerful people into weak kobolds, and then spending their time breaking the kobolds before slowly unlocking their power again. As a result, he imagined that the Honored and the Blessed were actually quite powerful, perhaps powerful enough to be a danger to those in the world above.

He hissed and shivered where he lay. That was something that they'd have to take care of on the way out. If they managed to get that far, anyway.

Don't think about it like that. We have a chance. A good chance. He...he's protecting me, right?

Gauthier hoped that was the case. Lykus had always been more of a flirt or a joker than anyone serious, though the wolf had always had a great deal of power to bring to bear when the situation called for it. More than the average sorcerer, for that matter, something that he would need to ask him about later. But...

I can trust him. He's my friend.

He had to believe that, or this whole thing was pointless.

Gauthier rolled himself out of bed, groaning as he was still getting used to the feeling of his new body. It was so strange, so off from what he had imagined when he had watched them from afar. He thought that it was naturally limber, quick and lean, able to dart about as it would. Instead, he was clumsy in it, struggling to fit with the bestial shape, and he had to keep learning how to move with it, reminding himself that his arms and legs were longer than they had been as a kobold, differently proportioned compared to what they were as human limbs. Every step, every swing of his arms, every time he turned his head, he was reminded of just how different he was compared to how he had been.

And then he put it out of his head, focusing instead on the feeling of the stones underfoot, and the feeling of being naked...

And the feeling of his cock being more or less free.

The resin cage was almost better than this, he admitted as he reached down and rubbed the shaft hanging between his legs. It was completely numb this morning, which meant that it was probably going to stay that way until or unless Lykus reversed what had been done to him. It was so weird to feel the long thing slapping against his thighs rather than feeling his thighs against his shaft. It was like half of it was missing.

And it was a big reminder of just what he'd be facing if he didn't succeed. He doubted that there'd be any breeding privileges for an Honored that turned against the cult. Hell, he would be lucky if he wasn't sent back to the conditioning chamber to learn how to be a good kobold again.

Or killed. That was a possibility, too.

Once more, he shook his head, descending further into the temple. It didn't take long before he encountered several dragon-shaped Blessed, the heads of the cult looking at him as he approached. They smiled, the condescension all but dripping off their faces.

"It seems that it's time for you to give your supplication, Honored," one of them, blue-scaled, said. "Are you ready for that?"

"I am, Blessed," Gauthier responded, hoping that he sounded more respectful than he felt.

"Good. Follow us."

Green-scaled and blue-scaled Blessed led him down the corridors, and he kept his head down. He knew that they were going to be going deeper this time, considering that the idol - from what Lykus had told him - all but fed the cult their greatest powers. If that had been near the top, it would have been easy to steal. It had to be deep inside...very deep inside.

And that where they led him. Via stairs, by enchanted hall, by long ladders that encouraged one to slide down but would be a bitch to climb back up, they continued descending through the temple. He strained himself, forcing his memory to log every turn, every shift in direction, every new corridor or tunnel or chute that they needed to go down. One way or another, he had to remember the route, because he knew that there would be no guide back to the surface. He needed to be ready to take care of himself, and well.

Eventually, they passed from a stone chamber to one of dirt, wood, and old rock. The ceiling itself was supported by four great pillars, each one made of rock that was piled so neatly that its own weight was all that was needed to keep it from coming apart. The weight of the ceiling resting on top of it likely helped, of course. He looked up at the ceiling, and he shivered. So much earth, so much rock, and likely most of the temple up there, too. All that was resting on four pillars to keep it from collapsing entirely.

Across the room, sitting on a pedestal that kept it just a few feet forward from the wall, was a familiar idol. It was the same one that he and Lykus had stolen from the kobolds and the golems all that time ago, back when they were on their last mission together. It glowed, pulsed, and filled the air with a tingling magic that was entirely different from what it had had back at the other dungeon.

What happened to it? he wondered. Did Lykus do that, or did that just happen here?

He didn't know, but for the moment, it didn't matter. The magic pulsed around him, giving him the feeling that it should be doing something, but aside from a mild feeling of pressure around him, he didn't feel anything. No sudden urge to submit, no sudden feeling of utter adulation for the dragons and their cause. Just...pressure, a feeling that made him think that it wanted him to kneel.

Almost too late, Gauthier realized that he should be doing something. He fell to his knees right then and there, lowering his head to the ground, prostrating himself before the idol as the Blessed walked further into the room.

"The idol of the great ones is our guide," the blue-scaled Blessed said. "It is that which sets our path and pulls us upon it."

"Praise be," Gauthier muttered.

"You will praise it."

"..."

"Show your adulation for the dragons, and then pledge your loyalty upon the idol. It will tell you when the time has come."

"Yes...Blessed."

He could feel something, alright, but it wasn't a pull to submit himself. He knew that there was something in the air, a magic that was being kept at bay by whatever Lykus had given him during their 'fun' last night, but right now, he needed to focus on how to show an adoration that he didn't feel. There had to be something that he could do, something that would show the statue that he had some sort of worship for it, but...

...Oh, fuck me...

There was one possible way, something that would probably be very different to what the others had done, but coming from someone like him, it might be more believable than words he didn't mean. He'd never been a great liar, but the kobolds had a very simple need for the dragons, and he...he could still channel that.

Mostly because, on some level, he still felt it. A lust, a need, a hunger for the dragons. Not the Blessed, but the proper dragons that the idol represented. He shivered, feeling his hole puckering already, his tail going up in response.

Well...in for a copper, in for a gold.

Lifting his head from the stone floor, he did his best to hide his blush as he shifted his position, moving from bowing to being on his toes, squatting down with his legs spread, his cock falling down, his balls barely kept from swinging as he adjusted his position. He reached back with one hand, rubbing between his cheeks until he found his pucker. It was clenching already, something that he wished wasn't the case, but he was happy to at least have something to keep him from hurting himself while doing this act.

He groaned as he inched a finger inside, feeling his heat, feeling a pleasure that was impossible to sense through his cock. He gasped.

"Oh...oh, great ones..."

There was a note of actual worship there, but Gauthier forced himself to squish out the bit of disgust that he felt for himself for feeling that. There was no point in being disgusted at this now. He had to pretend to love it. If he didn't...

Just have to. Have to pretend...or better..do...

As he slowly fingered himself, he forced himself to think of something besides the dragons. He didn't want to convince himself that they were great, but he had to imagine something. No human whore had ever done enough for him to make him that lusty, but...but there was someone.

Goddammit Lykus...

He held the wolf, then the Blessed, in his mind. There was something there, something powerful, something...something worth worshiping, at least in the short term. He shivered as he imagined that cock throbbing before his lips again, the other man's muzzle against his throat as he was fucked...

"Mmmph...great ones...look upon me...see this...see me...see how I would worship you..."

He could tell that the Blessed were watching him with raised eyebrows, probably trying to understand what he was doing and why. Gauthier put them out of his mind, focusing on the sensation of the magic around him. Despite not being schooled in it, he had been an observant enough fighter to understand how to read the mood of a room, and the magic that was pushing on him was pretty clear about what it wanted. Submission, worship, adoration. That was what he was giving in spades, and the tingling power around him felt like hands that were slowly stroking along his body.

That was something that might have gotten out of hand very quickly, if he wasn't immune to it. Lykus's spell was holding strong so far, but he kept throwing in his best attempts to sound eager for more.

"Oooh...I am honored...honored to be your...servant..."

As he whispered his words, he imagined Lykus standing over him. The wolf, the dragon? Both? It was something powerful, something intense, something that made him all the more aware of how much he had changed. He didn't have to pretend when he was imagining his friend that he wanted to throw himself down and give worship. There was a part of him that genuinely wanted to do that, a part of him that was more eager than he liked, and a part of him that would do that if it got the chance.

And in that moment, he barely cared. It kept him focused on someone other than the dragons, and that kept him safe.

Two fingers, then three slid under his tail, and he groaned, leaning back on his other hand as he fingered his ass for the full viewing pleasure of the Blessed and the idol. He could imagine that fat dick of his friend slamming into him, using him, filling him. His clawed toes dug into the stone beneath him, and he gasped for breath.

"Mmmph...great ones...please...fill me with your power...give me...give me the chance to serve you properly..."

The air stank of thick musk. Not just of the Blessed - though that was potent enough - but of something else. Something stronger, darker, something more primal. Was there a dragon's spirit in the idol, he wondered? Or was that something else, something darker and more powerful than he was capable of imagining?

Did it make a difference, so long as it couldn't control him?

He forced himself to keep fingering himself, hammering his fingers against his hole, feeling his cheeks bouncing, shaking. His cock continued to hang down and limp, even as the ghostly fingers started to stroke along it, even as he could almost taste the musk in the air.

"Call me to you...let me serve you...properly..."

Gauthier could see himself in his mind's eye, a scaly creature that had fallen so far that it offered its ass the first chance that it could to the great ones. Was it insulting? Pleasing? The magic around him felt desirous of him, but...

He rolled around, falling on his back, thrusting his legs in the air. He brought his tail around, replacing his fingers with its tip.

Please be stretched enough...

With a grunt, he forced the tip of his tail into his own ass, feeling his rim spreading and giving way. He gasped for breath at the thick feeling that it brought with it, barely able to breathe through the sudden feeling of something so thick inside of him. So powerful, so broad, so...so filling with the ridges along the back.

As it scraped against his prostate, he felt his cock start dripping, oozing pre-cum to the floor. It was a whole different sort of pleasure, and he wasn't sure that he liked it.

But he pretended that he did, and that seemed to be good enough for the Blessed. They were both tenting their robes at that point, watching him with a wanting look of their own. They clearly wanted a turn, but...

But they were waiting.

Waiting for the idol.

Have to...last a little longer...

Hoping against hope that Lykus was getting his part of the plan done, he forced his tail in so far that he felt his belly bulge out from the sheer thickness of it. He gasped for breath, groaning, his eyes rolling back. If his cock hadn't been numbed, he was all but sure that would have been enough to get him off. As it stood, he felt like his balls were churning madly, desperately trying to get off.

"Mmmph...great ones...I am yours...my body...it belongs to...to you..."

That had to be close to enough, right? He didn't have to swear it. If he swore it, the magic might -

Then he felt the shift. The magic no longer pinned him, no longer stroked him. It pulled at him, dragging at his shoulders, his back, his arms, his legs. It wanted him on his feet, to come to it.

He obeyed, barely hiding his grin as he was summoned across the room. His cock slapped against his thighs, his mind burned with the need to be on his knees again - but for Lykus, not them - and he shivered as he felt the utter rutting need under his tail. His hole popped as his tail slid free, but it didn't entirely close.

Mmmph...

He stood before the idol. It shimmered, demanding that he fall to his knees. The Blessed, distracted by his show, had reached into their robes, touching themselves as they looked at his ass from behind. They weren't paying attention.

It was time.

With a move that was surprisingly hard, he lunged forward and grabbed the idol from its pedestal. In the same motion, he pivoted on one heel, throwing his hand out -

Please, please work.

• and it did. Green slime shot from his hand, gagging both of the Blessed instantly, and they stumbled backwards, gripping at their faces and trying to pull the goo from their mouths. The slime spells, the slime powers that he had been given as a kobold, still worked.

With a flick of both hands, he slimed their feet in place, and then slimed their hands to their heads. It used up most of what he had, but it would at least keep them from raising the alarm or using easy magic. Gauthier panted, shivering hard as he felt the hunger in his ass growing, the need to fall to his knees still there.

But he fought it. He was free, or near enough. He grinned, fingering a salute at the pair of Blessed as he ran between them...then up and out.

There was chaos at the exit of the temple. The kobolds were rushing forward, desperately trying to get past a line of Honored and Blessed, and on the other side, Lykus was marshalling them and sending them forward. Fireballs and lightning rained down from the other side, striking into the crowd -

Illusions.

Gauthier's sudden fear of the kobolds being slaughtered faded as he realized that the mass waves of them had to outnumber the actual numbers that the cult had. Lykus was using illusions to make it look like there was an uprising, and that meant that he was free to strike the gathered Blessed from behind.

Which he did. Gleefully.

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

The base of the idol made for a surprisingly good club, and he was more than happy to wield it as one, thumping each and every Blessed over the back of the head as he snuck up behind them. They went down with a thud, some of them unconscious, others staying awake for a few seconds before he thumped them again.

It didn't take long to cut through the majority of their spellcasting power, and that just left the other Honored. A dozen of them, however, and all of them aware of him by the time that he reached the temple exit.

"Uh...Uh, Lykus?" Gauthier called down the steps, stumbling back a pace as the various kobold illusions faded and left him alone. "A little help?"

"Throw me the idol!" the dark-scaled Blessed shouted from the base of the temple steps.

"...FINE!"

Against his better judgment, Gauthier took a running step forward and threw the idol over the heads of the Honored. They had a half-second to realize that they probably should have tried to intercept it, but by the time they realized that he was throwing something that belonged to them over their heads to someone else, it was too late. They turned -

Only for Lykus to have summoned a massive dragon head over himself. And this one...this one wasn't an illusion.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The roar came with the thunder and crash of lightning, electricity bursting across the stone steps. The Honored shouted at the tops of their lungs as they were electrocuted into unconsciousness, falling backwards against the steps and spasming. Gauthier shook his head, hopping over them as the charge dissipated, joining his partner down at the base of the stairs.

"How the hell did you do that? When did you get that power?"

"When you gave me the idol," Lykus said, tossing it up and catching it again. "Shall we?"

"You're not going to run off to another evil cult, are you?"

"Oh, goodness, no. This is awakened now; I don't need that."

"...Why do I really not like the sound of that?"

"Because you're still kind of a slave, and you know what I can do."

"Yeah, that's probably it."

"Come on. We have a lot of cave to run through and -"

Gauthier felt the power building just behind him, and reacted without thinking. He lunged forward, tackling Lykus off his feet and onto the ground.

Just in time, too. The stairs behind them erupted outwards, an explosion of raw power ripping through the stone. Half the temple collapsed above them, but it seemed that the Blessed responsible no longer cared. They were rising out with fire and fury, burning through everything in their way.

The two adventurers looked down the tunnel, saw a good three dozen Blessed wielding all kinds of spells coming their way, and did the smart thing. They got up and started running.

The explosions rocked the ruined town around them. Balls of acid, bolts of lightning, spheres of fire blasted against any and all cover, the Blessed clearly no longer interested in preserving the place or worried about collateral damage. All that mattered was getting their idol back, or failing that, punishing the ones that had taken it from them. Gauthier and Lykus ran through the crumbling stone structures, ducking under debris and leaping over rubble as they went, always trying to keep at least one stone wall between them and their pursuers at all times.

As they leaped through another window, landing on the other side and taking a few seconds to catch their breath, Gauthier gestured over his shoulders.

"I don't think that they're gonna just led us go."

"Good thing that I planned for this, then," Lykus said.

"You know, I'd really like to see the results of this plan."

"You will."

"Soon?"

"Um...now, actually."

Another explosion rocked the ground, though this one came from the streets rather than the temple. The Blessed were the ones caught off-guard this time, rocked backwards a few steps. Gauthier poked his head back up, looking out the window.

"Holy hell..."

The street had split right down the middle, ripped apart by something underground. Kobolds in their dozens spilled out, some of them throwing rocks, others throwing larger stones at the Blessed that were further down the broken avenue. They used their gifted powers to start causing other bits of mischief, from accelerating their projectiles to heating up the rocks to slow down the passage of the Blessed to spinning the air above to keep them from flying after the fleeing culprits.

And one of their leaders was a very familiar kobold, indeed. Calling out orders to his subordinates, Leeka pointed this way and that, keeping them all on task against the Blessed, slowing them down where they could and knocking them back when there was an opening. Gauthier stared, mouth agape.

"How did...when did you -"

"Less talking, more running!"

"Good plan!"

They leaped from the collapsing, ruined house, running for the great bridge that led from the ruins to the tunnels to the surface. Behind them, the battle between kobolds and Blessed was gradually turning from a completely one-sided thing to something more balanced, and from there, to something that definitely favored the Blessed. The kobolds, as numerous as they were and with such varied powers, did not have the magical experience to hold back over thirty dragons. They were forced backwards, maintaining a fighting retreat as they followed after Gauthier and Lykus.

"Can't you do something?!" Gauthier shouted.

"Not really!"

"You've got the idol! That's gotta mean something."

"And they've got the numbers."

"So?!"

"So, I'd like to keep what we came for." The dragon pointed ahead. "Besides, there's the bridge. If we can get over that, we can lose them in the tunnels."

"What's keeping them from sealing them on us?"

"Us getting there first."

He didn't like that, but it was the only way forward that he could imagine. After all, they were facing off against quite the powerhouse of magicians behind them, and Gauthier didn't exactly have a weapon to leap into the fray with.

Goddamn it...

They pushed forward, rushing for the bridge. There were no kobolds, no traps to stop them this time. All the security measures that littered the cavern and the ruined city as a whole were meant to keep people from getting in, not prevent them from getting out. All the kobolds that would have sounded the alarm were on their side, for once, which meant that there was nothing that could be done to slow them down.

They ran. They ran hard.

As soon as they crossed the bridge, the kobolds stopped fighting back and just ran. The lightning bolts that had been held back, the acid spheres, the fireballs, everything that the Blessed had started coming down with full fury. Lykus ducked one bolt that still shaved a line of heat across his head scales, while Gauthier lost the chunk of his tail to an acid bomb that came too close.

Finally, they reached the far side. The kobolds rushed towards them as he and Lykus took cover behind the rocky entrance, squeaking and squealing, some of them even grinning as they ran across the bridge. They were...happy, somehow. It didn't seem right, but they were.

As he looked across the bridge, seeing the Blessed charging towards it with their wings outstretched, he winced. They were going to come across any second now, and that meant that they'd be in the tunnels too soon. Far too soon.

"Don't suppose you can summon that dragon head again?" Gauthier muttered.

"One-time deal, I'm afraid. He's not coming twice."

"Fuck. Any other deals you have stashed up your sleeve?"

"Nothing useful; everything else would need more room. I don't think we could get a Roc to fit down here."

"...We don't need it to," Gauthier said, grinning. "Just summon it right above them."

"Are you mad? It has no room to flap its wings. It'll be useless."

"It doesn't need to stay in the air. It just needs one flap."

"What - oh. OH! I get it!"

"I bet you do."

"See, I knew that you had brains as well as body." Lykus winked, gripping the idol. "We'll be out of here in two shakes."

Sure enough, two 'shakes' later, the spell went off. A great bird was summoned in the air over the bridge, over the just-taken-off Blessed. The thirty-plus dragons looked up, their eyes wide at the massive bird that had appeared over their heads. A Roc, a bird that was big enough to pick up elephants and fly off with them, that was more than large enough to take on a wyvern and win, had been called to the great underground cavern. Sure, there was no room for it to fly, no room for it to maneuver and fight...

But there was room to flap those wings. And it flapped them, once. The massive windstorm that followed flattened every nearby building, and was as harsh as an avalanche raining down on the flock of dragons. Those highest had their wings snapped, and those further down were stunned. Regardless, they stopped flying forward and started falling down, down, down into the deep abyss under the bridge.

The two adventurers stared at the cleared air, then beat feet down the tunnels. Just because some of the Blessed had been wiped out with that attack didn't mean they all were, and they couldn't afford to waste time. The Roc squawked and disappeared, and they kept running off.

They eventually emerged from the caves, putting Isilmin behind them. Some of the kobolds stayed in the caves, curious about what else was in there, while the majority - several hundred led by Leeka - decided to fall in step behind Gauthier and Lykus. The two adventurers led the way down the road, shaking their heads as they put the mountain and its depths behind them.

"This is going to be a hell of a story," Gauthier muttered.

"Let's not make it one."

"...Good point. Don't want anyone digging them out again, do we?"

"Not in the slightest. If I wasn't so tired, I would have caved the place in behind us."

"...Want to camp out and do that later?"

"Not with the possibility of survivors down there. They'll have more energy than we will...and there might be some that break free from the cult, now that this isn't down there anymore."

As the dragon tossed the idol up and down, Gauthier looked at it. It definitely still had a glow of power around it, something that put him off carrying it with them. At the same time, he knew better than to think that just tossing it off a bridge somewhere would make the world a safer place. Even after this long, he knew how those things tended to put out an aura, a story, that would drag adventurers from all over the world to come and find them.

And besides, he knew Lykus. The once-wolf had searched for it for years, and had just pulled off a multi-year stint as a cult member to 'awaken' it and steal it back. The fact that he was still holding it was testament to the fact that it was here to stay.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"So...are we going to change back?" he asked.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?!"

"Well, I might. I think that you might stay this way."

"You little -"

"Ah, careful, little Honored. I am still a Blessed, after all."

Gauthier gritted his teeth, but said nothing. One more push, and Lykus might actually make an example of that power right there and then, on the open road, where anyone might come around and see him being used.

He hated the fact that it got his dick twitching slightly.

"Can you at least take the goddamn numbness away?" he asked. "It's driving me crazy."

"Oh, that's easy."

"...Well?"

"Well, what? Oh, you wanted me to do it, not just see whether I could." The dark-scaled man chuckled. "No."

"NO!?"

"I think that you need a little time to remember just how lucky you were that I was down there, and how much I did to get you out, and -"

"And the fact that it was my idea to get us out of there safely, and me that came looking for you when you were stuck down there for who knew how long without any messages to your fucking best friend."

Gauthier's outburst surprised him as much as it did his friend, and they both stopped stock still in total silence. They stared at one another for a moment, Lykus's mouth opening and shutting, until Leeka finally broke the silence.

"Dragons keep walking?" the little guy asked. "Still close to cave. Could be scary if we no go further."

"...Good idea," Lykus muttered, getting them underway once more.

The End

Summary: Lykus and Gauthier put their plan into motion.

Tags: M/solo, Kobold, Dragon, Hybrid, Fingering, Moaning, Tail Sex, Pleasure, Lie, Fantasy, Magic, Grand Escape, Fight, Series,