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A Collaboration By Delta and Sovandar

A short little romp co-written by delta9 and I in happier, carefree, (quasi-)innocent days of yore - and now a major motion picture comic by Rex Equinox over on FurAffinity: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6222816/

I strongly recommend checking the comic out, Rex brought the story to life wonderfully (and is a wonderfully prolific TF artist to boot, more than worth your time to look and possibly, hire her services!)

However, as you have probably surmised, this story, being a co-written project between two avid writers of homosexual transformational furry pornography, contains an oil on canvas still-life in the style of Mondrien with a neo-classical hint, depicting a quiet churchyard in summer bloom with a vicar calmly organising a charity fundraising cake sale, which is therefore totally and utterly safe for minors and those insane people who apparently browse SoFurry while at work.

By which I of course mean, hardcore gay sex between two reptilian males in the midst of graphic draconic transformation, which minors shouldn't be looking at - but of course, any minors will have already been put off by the paragraph about a dull cake sale, and are probably busy browsing the equally NSFW comic already, but they shouldn't be. Shame on them.

No unauthorised reproduction, or else the mighty overdeity Copyrictus shall descend in lightning and fire and verily smite the wrongdoers.

used with permission!

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Delta smiled to himself as he approached Sovandar's doorstep. Smiles had been coming to the monitor with uncommon frequency since he had made the kobold's acquaintance, along with tell-tale tail twitches, a hot flushing blush in his cheeks, a certain spring in his step, a mellifluous melody in his heart...

It was the song of love, of passion, of harmony. It was the thrumming chord running through his spine, the echo past his every thought, the extant miracle that lit up his life. Even though Delta had nothing more planned with his sweet than a simple dinner date, to the love-struck lizard it was richness beyond compare.

The scalie gave a soft, happy sigh and loosened his coat, letting the winter air cool his scales. He brushed his hands against his shirt and jeans to straighten them out, giving himself a short second to calm his passions before knocking on his sweet's door. But right before his hard knuckles could rap against the thick wood, Delta paused.

Hesitating, his hand slipped down to his coat pocket, feeling the weight of the vial hidden there. Before he had set off for Sovandar's home, their mutual friend Anawyn had handed it to him a gift from Amethystine, he'd said, something extra-special. The small label was indeed printed precisely in the potion-producing python's distinctive handwriting, and Amethystine's brews were, by and large, 'special'.

With his head high up in the clouds and his schedule unbearably strained, Delta had accepted it with thanks but hadn't really understood what was in the smooth, shimmering test tube. Only a few fragments of innuendo had been supplied to hint at its purpose, but the words 'sex', 'libido' and 'aphrodisiac' stood out in his mind like lights on a Christmas tree, even though the label bore no hint of what the potion was. For another few pregnant seconds, Delta hesitated in the December cold...

...and then drew the vial from his coat pocket, began to drink down the viscous liquid and knocked sharply on the door. Amethystine's 'supplements' never failed to work in the monitor's experience, and the python preferred his gifts to be used swiftly. Well, they probably didn't have a long shelf-life.

The too-sweet, salty-burning-mango-licorice taste burned a bit as it sank down his throat. Coughing, Delta did his best to compose himself and choke it down before the door could be answered.

There was a click as the lock was undone, and then the door slid open with the faintest of squeaks from the hinges. Looking up at him from the doormat was the diminutive kobold himself, smiling as he saw Delta on the doorstep.

"Delta!" he exclaimed. "Come on inside! You're a bit earlier than I expected... are you okay?" He asked, his cheeriness mellowing slightly with concern as Delta tried, vainly, to suppress his coughing fit as the strange potion burned his throat.

Waving his hand as if he was trying to ward off a cloud of pungent smoke, the lizard sheepishly smiled and coughed, the last of the liquid leaving a tangy, meaty aftertaste as it dissipated on his tongue. "Ah, *keh*, *echk*, no, I'm fine! Just a bit of... bad air, I guess!" Delta said, kneeling down a little as he approached Sovandar, his long tail hanging outside the doorframe. "How are you doing?" he asked, the worrying taste in his throat receding slightly as he continued to swallow.

"Oh, can't complain, can't complain", replied Sovandar, his smile returning. "Hold on, let's get you inside, before all the warm air escapes..." he continued, gently pushing the larger lizard inside far enough for Delta's tail to avoid getting caught in the door as it closed.

He'd barely time to turn around before Delta pulled him into a hug, which the surprised kobold returned without a moment's hesitation.

"Heh, you're eager today, Delta", Sovandar teased gently. "The stew will be a while yet, I'm afraid... uh, do you smell aniseed?" he asked, momentarily confused as his tongue tested the slightly liquorice-scented air in the narrow porch.

"Aniseed? Oh no, no. I mean, I don't know what that could be, but I certainly don't taste anything strange. Nothing at all!" Delta said, affecting nonchalance though Sovandar was able to see splotchy darkness on the lizard's tongue as he spoke. He felt a little awkward leaning so heavily on the smaller scalie, but for some reason his muscles refused to operate properly. Besides, a strong, fiery heat began welling up in his belly as he hugged Sovandar, one matched by similar if desultory flares his major muscles. The little kobold was so *warm*, so smooth to touch; there was a richness to his male-smell that made Delta's snout and tongue tingle. Hoping he wasn't being too forward, the monitor lizard began to rest his muzzle on the other's shoulder, holding him closer.

"Oof!" exclaimed the smaller reptile, the extra weight distracting him from curiosity about the faint liquorice scent on Delta's breath. "Steady on!" he said, chuckling softly, "You're pretty heavy, you know!"

He detached himself gently from the larger male. "Let's at least get out of the porch!" he said, stepping past Delta and into his hallway.

He started to turn left, heading to his kitchen and the ready-laid dining table; but then, with a thought evidently striking him mid-step, he stopped, and turned. "Hey, I've not shown you my lab, yet, have I?"

The kobold was a wizard, a veritable master of the Arcane arts, but also liked to dabble in Alchemy - the Chemistry of Magic. A sizeable laboratory adjoined Sovandar's house in the rolling countryside, and it was the kobold's pride and joy.

Delta smiled uncertainly and shook his head, blinking haphazardly as a twinge tweaked his eyes, making his vision blur for a moment. It took him a little time to find his legs, and even with the aid of his dexterous tail the lizard seemed more than a little uncertain on his feet. "I'm sorry, err... to be honest, I took a little... supplement of sorts before arriving, and it seems to be a bit more potent than I thought it might be," the male monitor admitted.

Sovandar chuckled lightly as he started to lead the way rightwards in the hallway. "Supplement, eh? You sneaky monitor... I thought something seemed a little odd."

Delta's toothsome smile broadened as he followed, nodding in response. For some reason, he could see the small ripples in reality the magic-user left in his wake. Except, *see* wasn't the right word; he could still tell where they were even when his eyes were closed. It was slightly hypnotic just trying to follow the ephemeral distortions, each a distorted afterimage of his beautiful kobold, as the distance between them widened.

Despite Sovandar small size his stride was quick and confident, and Delta's slightly shaky steps simply couldn't keep pace. Delta was only just starting down the short length of corridor off the main hall, as Sovandar pushed open the door at the end, flicked on a lightswitch placed low on the wall for easy access, and waved his arm grandly over the room as the strip-lights began to glow.

"Et voila! This is..." He stopped as he realised that Delta wasn't right behind him, but was meandering slowly down the corridor, looking increasingly distracted. "Woah, Delta, are you sure you're okay?" He asked, concern for the monitor lizard resurfacing stronger than before. "What was in that supplement? You don't look so good... "

"I dooooon't knoooow... to beeee honesssst..." Delta moaned, each word a weighty lump in his throat. "Was... not... sussss... susssp... *cough*, suspecting thissss..."

As he spoke, he felt the heat in his belly begin to grow and spread, linking with the smaller fires burning across his body. The lizard knew something very drastic was happening inside him, but it was nearly impossible to take account of the change due to his altered perceptions. All he wanted to do was take in Sovandar, drink in his lover's honeyed words; the tasty, peppery smell and cute, scale-clad body. Smiling with drunken certitude, the unsteady scalie continued to walk into the lab but his eyes never wandered far from the kobold before him. The only real problem before him was that his body felt so awkward and *heavy*, especially his arms.

Sovandar could see that Delta had to lean heavily on the wall as he walked forward. The lizard's forked tongue continued to lap lazily at the air, but it was now thick, slimy, and disconcertingly purple. Despite it all, the monitor's smiling muzzle didn't show a hint of alarm or dismay. If anything, Delta looked a little *too* happy with himself.

Sovandar stepped aside to let the oddly changed lizard stagger past into the wider space of the laboratory. The elegant white-painted room was filled with several rows of wood-topped benches, gas points, taps, and chemical dispensers, and all across every benchtop was a vast and unwieldy-looking array of test tubes, beakers, conical flasks, clampstands and glass tubing, with dozens of Bunsen burners performing what must be a truly epic chemical synthesis, the result of many days or even weeks of work.

But any boasting Sovandar had been preparing to do, was suddenly gone from his agenda. He said, sternly, "Delta, let me see the container! This can't be normal..."

Delta complied silently, a slightly goofy grin on his face as he did. His hands didn't seem to be working quite right, the fingers slipping awkwardly off the bottle, and the empty plastic container slipped from his hand, making the lizard giggle drunkenly.

Sovandar, no stranger to critical pieces of equipment falling nearby, caught it with expert precision, and gave the small, neatly handwritten label a quick glance.

"Let's see... ah, this is that aniseed I could smell earlier... looks like Amethystine's handwriting, I should have guessed... no indication of what it does, that pesky python... boasts only the best quality ingredients... cinnamon... eye of newt... chocolate essence... dragon's blood... star anise... monosodium glutamate?... sweeteners?!... Ah, here we are, instructions!"

The kobold's eyes widened, and he turned back to Delta. "Uh, did you just drink the whole thing?! It says at the end, take one *teaspoonful*, no more than two doses every 24 hours... there must be a good fifteen, twenty doses in here!"

"Why... do they caaaall them... teaspoonssss... if you don't have to use them... for teaaa?" Delta asked, giggling to himself before pressing up against the wall and slowly sliding down it like a wet towel. "I... thinhk eh sahd it wahs... fan..." Delta's oversized tongue hung lazily out from his muzzle as he stopped speaking, and the lizard poked at it gently with his fingerpads, playing with his slimy, drippy purple tongue like it was a toy.

Sovandar couldn't help but notice the monitor's hands looked too big, the claws growing, sharpening and darkening along with his fingers. In fact, it looked like Delta's body was swelling almost everywhere, growing slabs of muscle and thicker, more prominent scales. While the lizard's leathery coat had always had a hint of geometric patterning to it, the grooves between the plates began to disappear as each section grew into a prominent, armour-like segment of scale.

Sovandar shook his head and looked back down at the label. "Hmm, looks like the potion's supposed to give you the libido of a dragon... at the intended dose, anyway", said Sovandar, thoughtfully. "In that big a dose... uh..." he broke off as he looked back up, the sound of straining fabric catching his attention as Delta's T-shirt started to strain across the growing lizard's shoulders; his arms seemed rather out of proportion to the rest of him, and the change was progressing faster than the kobold had expected. But, even when his shirt and pants began to stretch outward, Delta seemed oblivious to the changes.

Sovandar sighed. It was undoubtedly a nice thought of Amethystine's to give it to Delta, and it's not like the python would make anything potentially dangerous without warning the monitor - at least, not dangerous per se, but this large a dose would cause a number of issues.

"Okay, Delta, I'm going to have to cook up an antidote... well, for the worst side effects, at least, see if we can get you back to normal." Sovandar studied the changing reptile a long moment, "Heh, or at least, make sure it's not permanent..." he said, slyly.

After the brief distraction of his altered tongue, in fact, all he seemed interested in was tasting the air, testing his heightened sense of scent on Sovandar's tangy kobold-musk.

Sovandar continued. "You'll have some heightened libido... you're, ah, changing shape a bit, maybe even all the way... the rest depends on the variety of dragon, I think..."

"Gon? Dr... gon? Draaa... graaa... on," Delta repeated, chewing on the word like a piece of taffy. Like the rest of his body, his muzzle was growing, shifting into something suboptimal for the production of English words. For a half-second, a look of real panic crept into Delta's eyes - the brown now flecked with a growing ring of gold - but it quickly faded. Somehow, the new feeling and sensations dancing across his body felt quite right, if abnormal. New, powerful instincts began to assert themselves, unspoken but persuasive words telling him that draconic power and majesty was infinitely better than the meek form of a monitor lizard. Delta smiled giddily, flexing his claws and feeling the wickedly-curved digits sink into the wall as if it was made of cardboard, making the kobold gasp with dismay at the damage to his lab.

Right there - that was one thing that left him unhappy about his ongoing transformation. Sovandar didn't seem to be very comfortable with it, and if there was any part of Delta's mind still fully functioning it was the part that wanted to make the kobold happy.

Delta withdrew his hand-paw from the rent he had made in the wall and put it on the floor, awkwardly adopting a half-quadrupedal stance. His bones gave great, groaning creaks as they adjusted to the new alignment, and he began to slowly, uncertainly shuffle toward Sovandar. Quite quickly, the posture became more comfortable to the transforming reptile, Delta's thickening, lengthening tail already showing a hint of spike-like frills along its top.

Sovandar stepped forward to meet his struggling lover's form, face full of concern, as Delta's long-suffering T-shirt gave up the ghost, and split along the shoulder seams with a loud ripping sound.

"Whoa! You'd best wait back here while I work... Uh, does it hurt?" asked Sovandar, putting a reassuring hand on Delta's now-bare shoulder, pulling some of the fabric away to make the reptile more comfortable.

There was a faint, musky scent in the air, growing stronger by the moment - a draconic scent, his kobold mind said, but familiar, with overtones of Delta, and just a hint of aniseed as well. It was good

A tearing from the former lizard's backside told the kobold all he needed to know about Delta's jeans; what remained of the thick garment hung limply off the reptile's tail, caught between several of the developing fins. But Delta didn't seem to care or notice about the clothing; if anything, he revelled in the growing power of his altered form.

"Sssss... awrr... grrrr..." the still-transforming Delta said, saliva dripping from his muzzle as the complexities of speech became too elusive to him. He looked down at Sovandar - he towered over the little kobold now, even on all fours - and tried to speak again. All that escaped his muzzle was a sound like a happy, bubbly growl, a sound that peaked with a noise like a mix between a bird's chirp and some sort of bark. Some of the scales on the crown of Delta's began to distort and bulge outward as he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on words, but soon he realized the effort was helpless. But rather than admit total failure and resign their date to defeat, a different plan formed in Delta's mind...

If he couldn't tell his mate what he felt, why not just show him?

With a dexterity that belied his size, the dragon-to-be swept his forepaws around Sovandar and encircled him in a steadfast embrace, carefully but firmly holding his little lover in place. The quadrupedal, morphing lizard then leaned forward and planted a sloppy lick right on the bridge of Sovandar's snout, painting a wide trail of saliva from the front of his muzzle all the way to the back of his neck. Delta's slit - not untouched by his transformation - grew quite warm and snug as he lapped up the taste of sweat and alchemy and food from Sovandar's scales, the sweetness of kobold-musk stirring something powerful inside his altered anatomy.

Each sweet inch of kobold-scale was more delicious than the last, lighting up the newly-grown taste receptors on Delta's altered tongue. But while Sovandar might ordinarily have enjoyed the attention, Delta was not exactly himself right now.

"Wait! Delta, st..." he began to say, before Delta's forked tongue used the opportunity to slide into the kobold's mouth in a deep, draconic kiss, the lingering traces of a sweet, vaguely liquorice-like taste suddenly overpowering the small reptile.

The kiss was everything Delta had hoped for and more. Salty-sweet, musky kobold tapdanced on his tongue as his little lover squirmed between his paws; not even the creaking pressure on his head from a pair of emerging horns could dampen his mood.

Sovandar, considerably less enthusiastic at that moment, had no hope of forming any coherent words with a transforming Delta's tongue exploring his mouth. He could only wait it out until Delta withdrew with a cooing grunt, and continued his grooming of the kobold, before trying to escape. He tried to pull away from the changing Delta, but couldn't wriggle free of the encircling arms... forelimbs. He could still taste an aniseedy taste, and a tangy aftertaste in Delta's remnant saliva. It must be whatever potion had caused this; what sort of dose might he be getting? He had to stop Delta, he thought, as the draconic muzzle huffed gently, blowing a gust of aniseed-scented air over the kobold's damp head. The potion was strong enough that Delta was probably leaking its magic through every pore in his increasingly new body.

Those thoughts didn't make any difference to Delta, as his forked tongue swept across every nook and cranny that the smaller scalie's head had, teasing the more sensitive parts gently but pressing against the firmer places possessively.

Delta stuck his tongue out again and forced it down Sovandar's shirt, licking the kobold's chest and neck in great, swirling strokes before pulling it back up and running it along the bottom of his jawline, making Sovandar's whole upper body glisten with saliva. The heat of the moment was getting to Delta, setting his instincts and passions ablaze like a lake of oil.

Delta began to gently push the struggling kobold down to the laboratory floor with his muzzle, coaxing Sovandar to lean back on his now fully-draconic paws. The last thing the kobold could see before another lick ran along his earfins was that the colour had begun to drain out of the erstwhile lizard's armor-like scales, each one slowly turning a dusky shade of black. Soon, however, something else began to take precedence in his mind. His draconic, lust-addled lover had began to adjust his stance, scooting up so that his lower belly was gently pressing against Sovandar's smaller body.

The kobold felt uncomfortably hot all of a sudden, but despite that he felt a shiver run through him. Great, he thought; whatever aphrodisiac Delta had taken, he'd unintentionally given the kobold a good dose as well, now. But still, it must be much less than even one, normal dose should be; as it stood it was nothing that would impair him too much - providing he could escape the growing dragon's powerful grip, at least.

He tried struggling, but it was little use. With his arms pinned, he couldn't make the complex gestures that a magical spell would require; and if he opened his mouth to speak the words of power, Delta would probably stick his tongue in again. Magic was Sovandar's only real edge; physically, he wasn't even close to the top league.

Delta must be almost transformed by now, he thought idly, feeling slightly light-headed. Judging by the lighter patterning on the bellyscales, he...

It was about then that he realised what Delta was doing, as he saw the lizard's - no, dragon's - hind legs crouching low over him, the nearly-invisible male cleft in the scales bulging with arousal. The scent of draconic musk was growing more powerful; Sovandar knew that it would affect him soon, dragons produced powerful, magical aphrodisiacs.

He struggled more, but still couldn't do more than turn his head. "Delta! Delta, listen! You're still leaking the excess magic from the potion! It could affect me, you have to stop!"

Delta's muzzle curled into a fanged grin as he positioned himself over Sovandar, his slit parting ever-so slightly as the tip of his dragonhood began to emerge from it. Magically-attuned instincts told him *exactly* what was going to happen to Sovandar if they continued, and continue he did.

Ever-so gently, the much larger dragon pressed his hot, swollen male-slit against the kobold's chest, heavy droplets of musky slitfluid leaking out and staining Sovandar's shirt. But soon, the kobold was confronted with more than just the tip of Delta's dragonhood. Inch after fat, hard, ridged inch of deep-red cock pressed out from the reptile's sexual cavity, accompanied by rivulets of watery, lubricant-like slitfluid and a storm of pheromones so potent the kobold could barely breathe through them. Though the size of the member exceeded that of the smaller scalie's arm, it was so *tantalizingly* hot, hard and eager, twitching and gushing squirts of thick prefluid every time Sovandar's breath or muzzle brushed against it. Sovandar could both hear and feel Delta's content, rumbling purrs, the kobold finding it harder and harder to resist what his own instincts demanded of him.

Still struggling, he gasped as he felt the tip of the extending cock push against his muzzle, the musk overwhelming, the feeling of light-headedness steadily intensifying. He turned his head as far to the side as he could, unable to escape the probing dragonhood, and made one last attempt at reason.

"Delta... please lis...gack!" he exclaimed, as Delta pushed his hips forward slightly in response to the sound, and the first inch of the bulging cock pushed into the side of his muzzle, over his teeth, silencing him.

He couldn't turn his head any further to the side; turning to face forward now was all but impossible without forcing more of the maleness into his muzzle. He lay there a moment, growling slightly in irritation, before a drop of the potent draconic precum dripped from the very tip of the cock and down over his tongue. It was salty, slick, and had a faint aftertaste of aniseed to it; and, overarching through it all, was Delta's altered, dragon musk. But something else, too; he could also feel the distinct tingle of magic on his tongue where the drop landed, the excess power that had transformed Delta searching for a new target, soaking gradually into his flesh.

It felt... good.

Then another drop fell; then another. Sovandar felt his willpower slipping, the uncomfortable heat growing all through his body, the stirrings of lust from the dragon pheromones that he couldn't escape from. Before he'd thought about it, his tongue had flicked gently across the head of that throbbing, hot length, and tasted the precum oozing from it.

Well, it wasn't like he could get away, he thought, savouring the taste for a long moment, like a fine wine. Really, fighting at this stage wasn't going to achieve much. But, just perhaps, if he could get just enough of the magic into himself, if he could empower himself with just enough draconic strength to push Delta off him, then he could use some of his spells to fix the situation quickly - well, fairly quickly.

His rational mind breathed a sigh of relief as the plan formed, no longer needing to resist doing what every instinct screamed at him to do; he moved his head, using his tongue to try and pull more of the draconic cock into his mouth. It was a good plan, if a little risky, he thought proudly to himself as his increasingly eager muzzle devoured as much of Delta's transformed rod as a trapped kobold could manage.

Sovandar could feel his lust rising, his own maleness starting to evert from its hidden slit, rubbing at Delta's waving tail through the fabric of his clothes; his body started to feel awkward, wrong somehow, as he felt the magic slowly begin its work.

Soon, he thought with increasing regret, soon he could escape, take that wonderful maleness out of his mouth, wash away that heavenly taste, and turn Delta back to his old self, banish this beautiful new form...

Absorbed in the fiery pleasure of his lover's muzzle, Delta was only barely aware of the growing bulges on his shoulders that heralded his wings. Thick, leathery membranes sprouted from the new muscle and bone, and he felt his snout elongate and his earholes expand out into regal fins, the final stages of his transformation completing themselves with pleasurable haste. The transformation was dizzying, intoxicating to the former lizard. Even though his intellect remained - if anything, it had been enhanced - everything was filtered through strange, demanding instincts. They told him the power in his clumsy but powerful claws was his to freely wield, that soon his wings could catch the very air and make it do his bidding. Draconic instinct told him to bury his immense member in his lover and show him his place, to brook no protest.

Sovandar could feel Delta's purring growls settle into a rhythm, the new dragon contentedly humping against his muzzle in slow, rolling thrusts. Arrogantly, he didn't even bother to hold the kobold down any longer, controlling him entirely with his massive, sweet-tasting, throbbing member. Each gush of prefluid made the intoxicating, arousing haze build ever-higher in Sovandar's mind, the thick liquid filling up his belly yet only making his hunger greater. Indeed, soon the kobold's tongue had traced every sinful ridge, every protruding vein, every smooth, glistening inch of the dragoncock - yet it was not nearly enough. Sovandar could even feel the shallow valley in the middle of the cock - from where Delta's hemipenes had merged together - shrink and disappear as the maleness finished its change to a draconic shape. Soon, his muzzle began to bump against a bulge of leathery flesh as he sucked the wondrous dragoncock, Delta's knot swelling with arousal as fast as it could grow.

That brought the kobold partway around from his lust-addled daze, enough to realise that he had a degree of freedom now that Delta wasn't pushing him down, though the squatting dragon's hindquarters still prevented him from going anywhere.

His clothes felt painfully restrictive all of a sudden... far too tight, uncomfortably so, particularly where his erect koboldhood strained at his pants. His arms and shoulders felt stiff, almost bruised, but with a familiar tingle of enchantment to the sensation that let the mage know magic was at work.

Yes, he thought, with a degree of calm that came from long experience of magical traps and mishaps; his body felt different, *stronger*. Strong enough, perhaps, to shift the large draconic form atop him.

He struggled, trying to force Delta upright, but the weight of the dragon was still too much for the small reptile; the seams of his own clothing started to give way under the sudden change in tension. But, it wasn't entirely in vain - he managed to get one hand free, enough to use some of his simpler spells. Or at least, it would be, if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied with something else.

His struggling had another result, though; either Delta found it erotic, or the motions stimulated his dragonhood more thoroughly than Sovandar's tentative explorations had. Either way, a small flood of his preseed gushed into the changing kobold's muzzle, almost choking him, while Delta purred and hissed contentedly above him.

Sovandar was not, normally, a kobold given to confrontation, particularly not to dragons - it was practically a matter of religious observance amongst kobolds to give a dragon all due deference. But, Sovandar was not entirely kobold - he had traces of dragon blood in him, traces that gave rise to his unusual greenish colouration, and the dorsal crest down his spine.

It was that side of him that was evidently reacting most strongly to the magic coursing through his body; his crest was fully erect, a sign of a mating display, and one of aggression, depending on the situation. In this case, both.

As he swallowed that sudden copious gush, he felt an unnatural surge of lust run through him, overwhelming, overriding his thoughts of escape, as his trapped maleness throbbed painfully under his clothes. More, though, the dormant draconic pride surged up as well, tinting his lusts with an urge to put this upstart dragon in his place.

With his free arm, he quickly tugged his other arm free as well, a far easier task than it had seemed only moments before; his muzzle kept suckling on Delta's large but, it seemed, slowly shrinking rod. Then, carefully, he reached his hands around Delta's hindlegs, pulled open his fly, and pulled his aching, altered koboldhood out into the open.

Delta seemed either not to have noticed or not to have cared, to judge by his pleasured grunts and hisses; but, it didn't much matter. Sovandar had a definite plan.

Without warning, he arched his longer legs up, circling them around Delta's longer, thicker tail, pulling himself off the ground. His stronger hands found purchase around Delta's thick length of dragonhood, pulling Sovandar's much-greener-coloured form off the ground entirely, the remains of his saturated shirt tearing and falling away as he did so.

It only took a moment before the mutating kobold's shaft found its target under Delta's tail, and thrust into his aft opening without warning.

Delta's weighty tail had been curled around behind him on the ground, contentedly slapping against the cool tile of the laboratory floor. When Sovandar's legs wrapped around its thick base, Delta hardly noticed. If anything, he found the additional contact pleasing. But the black dragon certainly did not expected to feel the kobold's member so fiercely, boldly attempt to enter him!

Even though his transformation had made his rump and haunches significantly meatier than his lithe lizard-form, it had also returned his tailhole to nearly-virginal tightness. Sovandar's maleness had not yet undergone its transformation, but the speed and force the changing kobold used made the anal penetration quite shocking. Delta let out a warbling, gruff roar and arched his back and tail in surprise, reflexively trying to pull away from the unexpected contact. A kobold, trying to mount a *dragon*! The arrogance! The temerity! Yet, on other levels, it felt quite nice indeed. Having a growing cock filling up his rump, squirting fresh, warm preseed up his tailpassage... feeling his lover return his affection, Sovandar falling into the same bestial but loving lust that had claimed his own body...

The draconic desire for dominance clashed with Delta's natural inclinations and desires, forming a bubbling cauldron of frothy, boiling emotions. Slowly, a compromise won out in the dragon-lizard's mind. He arched his finned tail into the air and spread his hindlegs, giving Sovandar better access to his sensitive but needy tailhole. Simultaneously, he brought his forepaws down to his trapped lover and held his arms down, forcing a few more thick inches of his cock down the kobold's muzzle. Pinned hard between the black dragon's paws, all that Sovandar could do was suck on the towering pole of dragonhood spreading his jaws wide. The odd position left the kobold unable to stop swallowing the potent preseed being forced past his tongue and down his throat, but also left Delta's tailhole completely unguarded, a hot, tight, squeezing outlet for the changing kobold's need.

All things considered, Sovandar's attempt to demonstrate a degree of control over the situation hadn't exactly failed, but as he felt the cold floor underneath his scales again, as his muzzle again bumped hard against the slight but growing bump of Delta's new knot, he realised that there wasn't any way out now. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop himself swallowing more and more of Delta's cock, changing him all the more.

But, as he started using his grasp on Delta's tail to start thrusting awkwardly into his disproportionately large tailhole, stopping was far from what he wanted. Lust raged like a fire, and the tight draconic tailhole felt *wrong*, too roomy, unsatisfying. But, he knew, as he happily drank Delta's copious preseed and felt the magic building, that the harder he sucked, the faster the magic would work, the larger his member would grow, the more satisfying that tailhole would become.

He felt his pants strain and tear as well, as his legs began to bulk up, the brownish-green of his scales starting to brighten in patches to a vibrant leafy hue, and he felt his thin, delicate tail start to drag along the floor, its weight and length starting to increase as he sucked and thrust and eagerly let the magic run its course.

The act was not quite on his terms, though, and his kobold instincts warred with growing, draconic ones. Lie back and take it, his kobold side said; fight back and make *him* take it, said the dragon within.

It was, inevitably, his dragon-thoughts that were winning, biding their time, all the while feeling his shoulders tense and strain as the muscle there grew and strengthened further. The kobold was already nearly half as large again as his usual, which made him still small compared to a human, or even to Delta's normal form; but, he was still growing. Soon, soon...

Delta did not know the tension building in his somewhat-unwilling companion; all he knew was that the muzzle sucking on his cock had suddenly become much more complaisant. Continuing to hump against Sovandar's muzzle, the black dragon's eyes closed in conceited pleasure, letting his growing wings spread out and cover the two of them like a warm, natural blanket. His internal testicles churned and bulged out from under his slit, so full of fresh dragonseed that Sovandar could feel them squish against the bottom half of his muzzle when Delta pressed against it. Sweat and preseed cascaded down his snout as the former lizard's engorged knot and testes slapped against his face, Sovandar's vision completely blocked off by the potent maleness pressed against him. His every sense dominated by the dragoncock, he realized Delta's orgasm was coming even before the dragon himself.

There was nothing to do, really; nothing to be done. Sovandar could taste the fiery tang of the dragon's true seed, could feel the massive, dark, rubbery organ pulsate as the lava-like liquid surged into it. Delta let loose a growl that shook the nearby lab tables and made several of the delicate pieces of glassware vibrate ominously, pressing his sex as deep and far into his lover's muzzle as he dared. The tapered tip of Delta's cock throbbed ominously inside Sovandar's throat as his knot swelled to its full size, the dragon's orgasm building slowly but inexorably...

Sovandar hardly felt the first spurt of dragonseed down his throat; it happened so quickly and with such force he didn't even need to swallow his lover's cum, he could only cough and splutter with surprise at the power of it. But as Delta continued to grind against his muzzle, the dragoncock spurted thick, potent, musky essence in such quantity it simply couldn't all flow into the changing kobold's gullet. Sovandar felt the sticky, hot cream fill his belly with heat and make it slowly swell, but more of it filled his muzzle and made his cheeks bulge outward, and still more of the potent cum leaked past his lips and onto the floor under him.

The cum made the whole inside of his muzzle a sticky, gooey mess. Delta's thrusting made lewd, squishy sounds as he continued to climax, forcing the excess seed down Sovandar's throat and out of his muzzle. The burning-sweet taste of dragoncream overwhelmed every other taste and smell in the world; Sovandar could feel the vicious, sticky texture on every inch of his tongue, could tell what parts of the cum came from Delta's natural lizard-self and which flavours were due to his change.

When he could tell his lover couldn't swallow another drop and his raging passion began to subside, Delta pulled back slightly and painted weaker spurts of his essence across Sovandar's face, chest and head, marking the transforming kobold as *his*. Content at last, the now fully-draconic Delta settled into a relaxed, four-legged rest atop Sovandar, hardly caring that the kobold was still steadily growing and buried in his own tailhole. But his complacence didn't last long.

Mere seconds after the flood of dragonseed started, the magic pulsed through the ever-more-draconic kobold, his change suddenly speeding up as Delta's cum flowed into him, taking a hefty dose of the transformative magic with it.

He felt a new, exultant lust fill him as he felt a surge of raw power radiate instantly through every fibre of his being, and he gulped down as much of Delta's essence as he could manage, both for its own sake and to consume more of the magic within it.

He felt his koboldhood being wonderfully constricted by Delta's clenching passage, but it wasn't enough, not quite; infuriatingly, he was teased and tantalised, without fulfilment; marked, as if he were the submissive partner. His instincts translated this as a wound on his pride, one that needed recompense.

But, most infuriatingly of all to the frustrated, transforming kobold, was that Delta relaxed, satisfied, squatting down in such a way that Sovandar no longer had enough leverage to thrust into that wonderfully warm, tightening hole.

As Delta's still-dripping cock pulled out of Sovandar's new, draconic muzzle, the kobold let out a roar of irritation, to Delta's abrupt consternation. Then, unwrapping his legs from Delta's tail, letting himself fall away from Delta's rear end, Sovandar braced himself against the floor, and with his newfound strength, levered himself free of Delta's slack grip.

Delta gave a hiss of surprise as he was forced back, but the surprise only increased as the bright green kobold, half his size, managed to lift his hind legs clear from the floor, before rolling him violently onto his side, sending the larger dragon sprawling to the floor.

"Khsssss!" spat Sovandar in sudden pain, as his hips gave a loud *crack* from the strain. For a moment, he thought he might have dislocated something... but no, the pain faded almost instantly into cool relief, as his hips adopted a quadrupedal posture.

He rolled over onto all fours, his still-humanoid arms and shoulders not well suited for the position. "Gnnnnooo ffffair..!" he growled, cum dripping from his chin like drool from some horror movie monster's jaws, a slightly deranged glint in his eye completing the image. "Grhugh! Ssssubmmmmurghhssssss!" he continued, the words fading into bestial barks and grunts as his tongue and larynx changed.

But, he didn't pause while trying to speak; in fact, his failure to form the words seemed to pass him by without his noticing, as he leapt onto the stunned Delta's tail, and again rammed his now four-inch and growing dragoncock back into Delta's tailhole, using his new weight and strength to keep Delta on his back, unable to lever his hindquarters out of the aggressively changing kobold's amorous reach.

The speed and ferocity of his changing partner overwhelmed Delta, lost as he was in the pleasant haze of his afterglow. At first he was bemused to see the smaller, dragon-like kobold attempting to assert his authority; didn't the little one know his place? Didn't he feel the seed coating his muzzle? Didn't he know his little maleness was too small to properly mate anything? It was all quite amusing, but annoying nonetheless. Maybe another mating would put him in his place...

But, gallingly, the black dragon discovered that despite his advantage in weight and size, he was unable to achieve any leverage against his mate. He could probably have done it had his new wings not been pinned to the ground underneath his bulk. A more experienced dragon would have known the right way to maneuver them, to use them instead of being trapped by them, but Delta was new to being a dragon, and lacked that experience. Sated by his climax, the ferocious draconic instincts had begun to leave him more rational than before, in balance between his conflicted natures.

"Awrr! Aww-ack!" Delta snapped at Sovandar, wrapping his forepaws around the smaller, dragonlike kobold's back as he hugged him closer, trying to find leverage to use against him. His nostrils flared with the effort, getting a good taste of his own potent musk as it dripped from Sovandar's elongating snout. Why could his mate not appreciate all the virile seed he had given him? It was a submissive dragon's place to enjoy being bred and marked, was it not?

Sovandar's draconic crest was fully erect again, displaying his lust and power; fired up as his dwindling kobold nature was by the quantity of dragon-essence he'd ingested, and by the magic of whatever potion Delta had consumed. The main source of his frenzy now was the need to assert himself, claim the upstart who'd thought to try and claim him first! He scarcely noticed that his thumbs had thickened and shortened, and his arm joints were popping loudly in the struggle as they shifted into a more feral stance to match the rest of him.

Memory of how it started was rather fuzzy amdist all the high sexual tension; wasn't there something he'd wanted to do once he'd managed to throw Delta off of him, he pondered, as the bony protrusions behind his eyeridges started to turn from nondescript bumps into fully-fledged horns?

He didn't have much time to think, though, with Delta thrashing and hissing below him; the larger dragon was still the more powerful, all other things being equal - and letting him get to his feet and fight back wasn't in Sovandar's plan. He punctuated the struggle with a few short, sharp thrusts into Delta's increasingly snug tailhole, trying to remind the larger male who was in charge now.

Sovandar felt Delta's draconic length, still half-hard, scraped hard between them as they struggled, and wondered for a moment why it felt smaller than he remembered it being.

His next distraction was the stretching, tearing sound from his shoulders, as his wings started to grow; but, he felt their growth slow, the magic he'd absorbed second-hand evidently not up to the mark.

Yes, that was it, wasn't it? Delta had accidentally overdosed on a magical concoction containing dragon's blood. Then he'd forced himself on Sovandar, and the magic had transferred across.

The kobold-dragon remembered that much, as his growth finally stalled, two-thirds Delta's final size. His far-more-sensitive nostrils could still detect the tingling, sweet, aniseedy smell of the potion.

That was the solution, Sovandar thought, as his longer tongue licked the cum from his lips. Claim more magic before it faded away... and there was one way to do that which might just quieten Delta's struggling too, if the ex-lizard's mind wasn't too much changed.

Delta tried to kick upward using his powerful hindlegs, but again found himself thoroughly trapped by his mate's superior positioning. Delta's forepaws wrapped around Sovandar's shoulderblades, preparing to throw him off. There was a momentary pause, as Delta gathered his strength... and Sovandar curved his lengthened neck down, lewdly slurping Delta's cock into his larger muzzle again, sucking hard, eager to make it spew more raw magic into him, and calm the larger male down.

Feeling a long tongue and a warp muzzle wrap around his cum-sodden maleness, cleaning off the excess fluids and coaxing new ones from his testes... Delta realised it felt a little too good to interfere with, dominant or not. His mate wanted his seed, and he wanted to give it to him...

Making his defiance clear, Delta roared out in curt, clipped barks, "Grr... raaawk! Aaarack! Raaagh!" Roughly speaking, his words could be construed as something approximating 'Oh? You need more seed, little one? Whether I give it or you take it, your place is the same!'

Position? Submission? Why did he care about those again? Blinking, Delta felt some of the stronger, less-lizardlike instincts begin to clear from his lust-fogged mind. He and Sovandar were both males, they both had such proud, delicious cocks, so much virile seed to grant each other. Why deny the pleasure that came from being mounted, being taken by another? Besides, Sovandar didn't look like he was going to take no for an answer!

Something began to slip again in the former lizard's mind, the futility of his struggles mixing with the draconic need to dominate or submit and his natural desire to please others. It felt so good to have his dragonhood suckled upon, to have pleasure lavished upon him instead of having to fight so hard for it. Wouldn't it be so much *better* to let Sovandar take him? To submit to the sexy, green-scaled, virile ko... dragon above him?

"Grrr... raaaaw, raw, awww..." Delta rumbled, cocking his head to the side and rubbing his horns against the smaller dragon's head. 'That's right, my love,' he thought, unable to vocalize his words. 'Take as much as you need from me; give as much as you must.'

Of course, draconic being an elegant and subtle tongue, one could also take his words to mean 'Oh, master! Fuck me silly!'

Slowly, the black dragon let the tension fade from his muscles, spreading out his large body against the floor and letting it hang limp. His tail fell against a nearby table and knocked an expensive looking microscope to the ground with a shattering crash, but he hardly cared. Delta was too busy enjoying the way Sovandar's hungry muzzle worked his cock, drawing prefluid from him with sucks so strong the pleasure was almost painfully intense. What was even more, the dragon-kobold's member slowly went from a teasing presence inside his tailhole to something much more fulfilling, lengthening, swelling and changing into something closer to a proper breeding tool. Soon, it was nearly large enough to reach the deep-set pleasure center in Delta's tailpassage, coaxing further twinges of submission-pleasure out of the great black wyrm.

Delta came again in less than a minute, the climax much diminished from his first release but still more than enough to make a mess of their scaly, embracing bodies. Unlike earlier, Delta shook and trembled as he reached his orgasm, but made no move to force his seed down Sovandar's muzzle - not that he had the leverage to do so if he wanted.

Sovandar relaxed as Delta's struggles died away, replaced by the larger male's pleased hissing and occasional, indecipherable but meaningful grunts. His draconic side exulted, knowing it had won, defeated the rival; now, all that was left, was the pleasure of their union.

But part of him still felt like a kobold. Out of place; hammering himself forcefully into a dragon's rear end, not the position for a kobold, the flickering instinct said.

So he licked and sucked at Delta's maleness, coaxing it back to full hardness, cleaning the last of the spilled seed from it, feeling the subtle tingle of transformation start to return. He lapped carefully and firmly over the urethra, trying to coax more preseed from the shaft, to transform him further.

The last remnants of the tainted cum evidently started their work in the right places; Sovandar felt his position shift as he grew another inch or so, his cock lengthening and changing out of proportion. He felt his eager thrusts forced to slow slightly, as his smooth kobold cock started to develop the ridges and grooves that he could feel on Delta's dragonhood too. They hugged and grasped at the sides of Delta's tailhole with each motion, making Delta grunt as the sensations of being mated changed, becoming more intense.

Sovandar felt his shaft start to brush against something more solid deep in Delta's body, and he tried to aim his thrusts more towards it. He was rewarded with the first new spurt of preseed again, the tingle again resuming its work, and he sucked the length like a straw to pull as much from it as he could.

Delta's struggles had ceased now, and Sovandar could feel that he was growing still, almost equal to Delta in size; suckling his lover's cock was forcing him to almost bend double uncomfortably. Even now, though, he could feel his strength and power and potency increasing; yes, he thought, as his wings stretched out slowly to their full draconic span, knocking a few sets of glassware aside, not kobold, dragon! Dragon!

He could taste Delta's second orgasm creeping forward inexorably already; he sensed that he would have few problems getting this black-scaled male to present himself on command in future tussles.

His larger muzzle again bumped against Delta's still-swollen knot, and he remembered that it'd not fitted in his muzzle before. What kobold could take so large a girth, after all? But, a dragon's muzzle, could easily fit it in.

He opened his jaws wider, pushing his draconic lips past the bulge, so that his snout was resting practically inside Delta's genital slit, and resumed sucking, using his tongue to lick and stimulate the knot itself.

With a sudden rush of precum, Delta came again; this time, Sovandar's muzzle didn't let a drop spill as the musky, rich essence flooded over his tongue.

Delta's tailhole spasmed and contracted again around his pulsing length, and Sovandar felt himself fast approaching the edge as a last transformative surge rushed through him, his size increasing again, his muscles writhing under the thick green scales, his body growing to a quarter as large again as Delta's. The last remnants of kobold gone, he felt *dragon* through and through, claiming and marking his prize.

With one last, hard thrust, he rammed his own swelling knot past Delta's spasming sphincter, making the now-smaller dragon writhe with sudden pleasure, as Sovandar raised his cum-soaked muzzle and gave a triumphant roar.

Delta had never felt so much pleasure, had never lain eyes upon a sexier sight, had never tasted and smelt and seen and heard and been touched by such a wonderful mixture of maleness. It took everything he had just to stay conscious as it hit him; the feel of his third orgasm beginning, the almost-painful swelling of Sovandar's knot in his rump, the sticky-hot feeling of cum pumping through his tailpassage, the sight of his mate's beautiful, regal muzzle coated in drippy strands of seed, even as he roared exultantly in triumph. Letting out a crying roar that was almost entirely subsumed by Sovandar's call, Delta felt the sensations subsume him.

Delta felt almost dizzy as the green wyrm's cum filled his internal passage, the thick seed flowing in spurts that would have put a firehose to shame. It coated his insides and then filled them, before the force and quantity of dragoncream being deposited under his tail had nowhere to go but his guts. Sovandar's knot only let the smallest trickle of cum leak out from his thoroughly stuffed rump, making the now-submissive Delta take almost the entire content of his magically-augmented testes. Over and over again, Sovandar felt the black dragon tense, paw at the air and gasp for breath as he was filled with cum, each fresh spurt of seed having to force itself through the gallons of sticky fluids already inside Delta.

Before either of their climaxes had properly subsided, Delta had bowed his head in a gesture of draconic deference, cautiously licking at the larger male's neck to clean the seed from it. His gold-tinged eyes shone, pleading for his mate to kiss and lick him back, to show his satisfaction with his submissive.

Sovandar's senses finally started to creep back into being as the titanic orgasm started to die away, sanity returning slowly as the flood died down to a trickle. The Sovandar-dragon rumbled affectionately as Delta's smaller, prone form licked at his muzzle, cleaning his own cum from it; and, showing his satisfaction, Sovandar leaned his muzzle down to meet Delta's, entwining his seed-covered tongue with his fellow dragon's, even as his buried cock twitched faintly, his seed still leaking into Delta's slightly swollen depths.

Sovandar, weakened, lay himself down on Delta's chest, taking care not to crush the smaller dragon, and continued to toy playfully with his muzzle, revelling in the slick, squishy feel of cum rubbing between their scales, from Delta's third, small, watery orgasm.

They lay like that, entwined, rubbing their muzzles together, for many minutes, as Sovandar's knot slowly deflated, letting a trickle of his cum leak out as his dragonhood retreated gradually back into his body.

It was the faint smell of burning that eventually pierced the powerful fug of draconic pheromones and musk around the pair. It roused Sovandar; a distant aroma of vegetables, chicken, spices, mixed with smoke?

Ah - the stew! It was still in the oven, and by the smell of it, already rather too far gone to be appetising.

But, that reminded him that there was a dinner date planned... memories of normality flooded back, suppressing the draconic instincts that, without the fire of the magically induced lust to power them, were far easier to resist.

Damn, it had been his best shirt, too.

He started to get up, slowly disentangling himself from Delta. "I'm just going to turn the oven off; I'll be back in a sec, you sexy thing", he tried to say. What actually came out was more akin to a cross between a parakeet's warbling and a dog's barking, making him stop the attempt halfway through in surprise.

Hmm, this could be a problem, he thought; and so could this, he continued, as he started to struggle through the narrow passageway to the hall. Delta might just about fit through it... if he could communicate the fact to him.

Delta, a little slower on the uptake than his mate, slowly stood up and walked over to Sovandar on all fours. Unsure of what the green dragon had been trying to say, he simply leaned his sinuous neck down and began to gently lick at other's paws, tail sliding around on the floor behind him and catching on the remains of his t-shirt. Delta's finned ears perked up and his tail arched into the air - still supporting a very ragged bit of cloth on the tip - when he heard the telltale buzz of a fire alarm come from the kitchen.

"Awrk! Aaawr!" Delta exclaimed in a rolling, throaty chirp. 'The oven!'

Sovandar nodded vigorously, and tried gesturing through the narrow corridor with his head.

"Grrrhssss! Krrrrrhh hhgh! Khrrrrrrhk!" he grunted vehemently. 'Yes! Go turn it off! Quick!'

He glanced around the lab, pondering a moment. Then, he looked back at Delta.

"Hrrrch. Sssssssss ghhrrrrrd, hrrk krssss!" he hissed, wisely, nodding his head in the direction of his equipment. 'I'll stay. See if I can brew up an antidote!'

With that he turned and padded heavily across the lab, leaving an uncomprehending Delta watching as Sovandar's tail and wings kept knocking small, precariously-placed pieces of glassware to the floor, his mate giving a cough of dismay every time something smashed to the floor.

Racing towards the kitchen, Delta's bulk made the entire house rumble ominously. He found that there was still something vaguely unreal about being a dragon; running on all fours left him feeling more like an animal than he was entirely comfortable with. Doorways were given impromptu expansions and the hallway was redecorated by his flailing wings and tail, but he made it into the kitchen before any real damage was done.

"Grrrmmm..." Delta mumbled, sizing up the stew as it boiled over. He looked from one of his massive, scythe-taloned forepaws to the tiny dial on the stove and back again, giving an annoyed huff when he realized how impossible using the controls would be.

The black wrym slowly brought his muzzle close to the dials, carefully trying to wrap his thick, leathery lips around the small metal knob that controlled the heat. With infinite patience, he began to twist his neck, ever-so gently turning the stove off...

...until he met unexpected resistance, and abruptly snapped it clean off the stove.

"Kaaw!" Delta exclaimed with a plaintive bark. As he backed up, his tongue brushed the still-hot burner and a spark of pain hit him from the searing. His golden-black eyes narrowed viciously, and a half-second later he raised one paw and smashed the oven in a fit of pique. Metal and plastic yielded to his strength like Styrofoam; it gave so little resistance, Delta even felt part of the floor under him give way.

Sniffing to make sure that no gas leaked from the flattened appliance, Delta's muzzle curled into a smile and he began to trot back to the lab.

Sovandar reached the magical reagents on the far bench of the lab. Yes, this shouldn't be too hard to fix, thankfully; a little powdered fool's gold, a few drops of ketoacetylbenzene, to start...

He picked up the flask in front of him, ready to collect the ingredients together; his meaty paw, though, simply shoved the flask violently aside, sending it shattering against the nearby wall.

Startled, Sovandar looked down at his forepaws, and noticed a bit of a problem.

Ah.

No thumbs.

This might take a bit longer to sort out, than he's originally expected. The size of the overdose, he or Delta might be transformed for days, even weeks; depending on the strength of the potion, it might even be permanent, until a counteragent was administered!

But, ah, of course, this wasAmethystine's potion, he must have brewed an antidote, just in case. Just need to pick up the phone, call him, and...

Ah. No thumbs.

Difficult to hold the phone and dial. Still, not impossible, he could always lie it on the floor, and take great care with the buttons; it might take a while, but he could explain what had...

Ah. No voice. Damn.

Sovandar looked around the lab. Well, hopefully Amethystine might pop around later to see if the gift was well-received... so, with luck, it'd just be a matter of passing the time until then, even if the python might never let them live it down.

He started to plod along toward the corridor into the house, his keen hearing picking up the sound of Delta's bulky form heading back this way.

The pungent smell of draconic sex still hung in the air. Yes, he could think of a few things they could do, to pass the time...