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The one most consistently magical place of all is the rundown bookstore. Without a doubt the creature that stands behind the counter of that oft forgotten place of business is anything but human. Vampires are a common sight, having obscenely late hours means their steady drip of midnight hipsters and bookish alcoholics flows seemingly without end. Unicorns are the second most common, for far less nefarious reasons one could argue. Having lost their many protected forests they've since moved indoors to keep those chapters of sacred woods safely overpriced. After that there are all manor of creatures. In particular the being that staffs the shop on the corner of Edmond and 5th was a kobold. The small, crafty, and ever mischievous kobolds took well to the modern world. With half a dozen backup plans lined up whenever their slapdash disguises wore off or broke down.

It was there on the corner of Edmond and 5th where a kobold called Slint by most, rude variants by others, pondered his own place in the pecking order of magical bookstore owners. And it was that very night when the bell to the entryway rang out. It was a magically attuned bell, with a different pitch for each of the many magical species. This time the bell rang out a tune that told Slint that a human, likely the human he wanted, had arrived. The human would not know of his new host's species until far too late, for it takes a certain greatness to see through the disguise Slint had crafted. An almost imperceptible grin slipped along his false face. Greatness was always dependent on species, and with humans so abundant these days it was impossible for a lot to go around. It had always amused Slint that low numbers had helped his species thrive so well in this strange new world. Yes, a low population was quite the boon to some species, a fact of magic that Slint believed would serve well for dragons tonight, a species with a current population of zero.

With a flourish of his blue scaled tail Slint adjusted himself, straightening up on top of his disguising stool just as the human rounded the corner. Pleasantries were exchanged. It was all Slint needed to do at this point. The human would follow through with his own personal quest tonight. Slint had already made sure of that. A well woven tapestry of hearsay about real magic had found its way to the human. Distant relatives of a friend of a rather intimate online friend about a bookstore an hour and a half's drive away. Both the instructions and the very layout of the store showed him where to go. Slint of course wanted to watch. Slipping free from his disguise he slipped behind the shelves, poking his snout out just enough to watch as those grubby pink paws lingered at the spine of a large and ancient tome.

The spell needed two things from the human to take effect. First it was required that he believe in what would happen. Second, and perhaps even more important, it was necessary for there to be a profound willingness to be on the receiving end of such magic. It took some time to track down such an eager participant. Thankfully the internet had provided a laundry list of blue scaled dragon fursonas to choose from. Without a doubt they would be the most willing to follow through and accept what would soon happen. Slint knew he chose wisely as the electric scent of magic flooded the air around them.

With his little claws clutching the bookshelf he paid no mind to the scratches he was making. The little lizard was too excited to care about such things, for the dragons were about to return. Finally though he tugged himself behind the shelf and held his maw closed as the electric crack of magic signaled his victory, to let a yip or croon get in the way of such an occasion would be foolish indeed. Slint's long vanished queen had demanded a son, and Slint had arranged to provide exactly that. Now came the fun part. Slint peaked back around the shelves as the human was forced to do all the work.

Those goofy hands were the first to go, and were quick to unfurl into three more powerful and respectable digits tipped with claws. Slint nodded in approval as the soon to be former human traced his newfound claws upon the ground. The wooden floor was nothing before his increasingly draconian grip. Blue scales shot up his arms like a spreading flame. Slint had chosen wisely, as the human already started to accept his internet handle as his true name. A fitting gift at the hands of his queen, who took quite kindly to someone so readily accepting of such a service.

"Trawl," he growled through sharpening canines. A name of his own devising long ago. Now his arms matched the color of his true hide it was only fitting that his human name be forgotten. With a heavy breath his chest and neck grew wider and much longer. The scales continued to spread. Each part of his body they covered seemed to change shape the quickest, as if the scales themselves refused to rest upon such an inferior form as his old one. On all fours now Trawl could no longer manage to maintain such a human posture as his belly scales lengthened his body. Forced forward, his shifting head now pressed up against much less magical books. The first scents taken in by his now forked tongue were those books. The detail came rushing in as he found the diversity of trees used in the making of all this paper appropriately low. Pine of all kinds, some from forests in the north, but a majority from the south. As his tongue slipped back into his snout he found it had already elongated, and he shook his head to help focus.

"You there, Kobold," he hissed as his head filled out and the horns began to grow.

"Yes Trawl?" Slint responded, somewhat unsure of his Queen's level of control over the soon to be dragon.

"I wish to thank you for leading me here to my becoming. My mother, your queen, sends her regards as well. Now then, escort me to the back rooms so that I have room to stretch my wings," Trawl spoke as he changed further along his back. Wings had just begun to sprout with haste as the wildfire of his scales had stopped briefly at his waist. As delicate and complex as a dragon's set of wing are it seemed the magic had decided to focus all of its efforts upon them alone for the time being.

A slight nub of a tail was sprouting just as the two reptilian looking creatures made their way to the "back room" as the burgeoning drake had called it. In actuality it was the neighboring garage, large enough for three cars and certainly capable of holding the final size Slint had been able to divine from his queen's ethereal commands. The initial location of the bookstore was chosen specifically because of its closing. To sneak a dragon into the world once again required room, and soundproofing. The garage provided both of these things. The dragon's growing wings made ruins of his shirt. His now rapidly growing tail did much the same to his pants. His torso seemed to merge slightly with his scaly blue tail, giving his frame an appropriately predatory silhouette with the slightest of shifts. All of this was lost on Trawl who had begun to hiss in pain as his shoes clung tight to those growing hindclaws. Slint jumped into action, and his smaller by comparison claws set to work rending the trappings of the former human's life with haste. He stood up and felt his own horns brush up against the tail of his new master. Ashamed of such an unrequested touch the kobold backed away almost as quickly as he had jumped at the chance to help the newly scale covered beast.

"Wait..." Trawl managed as his newly bequeathed tail tugged lightly at one of Slint's ankles.

"Pardon me master, I was simply trying to help remove your-"

"I know, and I wish to thank you. More over your mistress has informed me that you shall never bow to a male of our kind. You are mistaken to call me master, for it is I who art you servant. You can disrobe and claim your prize dear kobold. My kind and my mother's kind before me owes its new existence to you. She would like to apologize for all the times she used to tease you for your preference for males, and as such would be honored if you would take myself as well as all other males the two of us end up bringing back to this world," Trawl states as his pupils changed to a more appropriate and ferocious slit.

The kobold's mouth hung open as he looked the growing dragon over. Master. He even liked the taste of the word on the air. His subservient's breath already had that signature smoky smell which reminded him so much of his queen. She teased him mercilessly with advances of an obviously sexual variety know full well that Slint's interest in dragons favored drakes far more than dragonesses. After all this time she had remembered, and even gone so far as to offer up her firstborn after all these ages as a gift for both his foresight as well as repayment for such teasing. The thought of such a debauch reward had never crossed the mind of someone so naturally loyal. The tactical advantage of such an intimate initial partnership with those two entwined species during a resurgence was nothing to balk at of course.

"Disrobe Slint, I can smell your lusts over the remnant scents of care repair. It was our kind's pride that lead to our downfall. Claim me here so that all my ancestors will know that they will always be wise to go to the service of their crafty helpers who brought them back from the brink," Trawl said as the last of his changes took hold.

He was a good bit taller than before, but the size difference meant nothing as he rolled over and spread his legs wide. His slit and rump were on full display for the lizard to look at as the smaller lizard stood over the larger male's tail. The kobold disrobed with little fanfare. Normally the more charismatic one in the room Slint had just been offered a scratch to an itch that had plagued him far before his mistress had gifted him with so long a life. Overcome with a building lust he got down onto his knees and crawled along the tail of the first dragon.

Trawl could feel the Kobold's length peeking out of its own little slit as he positioned himself. He knew he belonged to Slint, but his own crotch, above all else, was the kobold's domain. This would go for any of his descendents, those otherwise aggressive monsters of old would have a new outlet to quench the fires of their passions while the females spent their time plotting for the future. It was a change both males present found all too agreeable as the tip of Slint's cock found his needy tailhole with ease. His rump was as soft and inviting as it was sensitive, the lightest touch sent him crooning beneath his new master. Already this dwarfed any sexual experience he'd had as a human. And as Slint slid his slender sex inside the bar was raised once more.

Slint's thrusts came slow and steady as he worked towards summoning a proper hold on his submissive. The dragon below sounded quite happy as his own arousal tainted their air with a smokey musk. Sliding along his belly and chest the kobold leaned in and grabbed the length of transformed cock gleefully. To have a male so well equiped readily spreading those delicious thighs for his own advances. The very concept was almost as blissful as the rump that clenched so tightly around his arousal. It only seemed to get better as every available inch of kobold cock slid forward to claim its prize. Trawl let out a low growling moan as the smaller lizard's flesh struck true. No doubt this new dynamic owed much to the small change his queen had made to the male's prostate. Its closer to the surface scales was argued to increase sperm count, but as he felt the dragon start to squirm beneath his repeated entries it became quite clear to him that the new males had been designed with kobolds in mind.

Already precum had begun to roll down the top of Trawl's shaft as the results of such convenience were laid bare. Tail wagging and eyes fixed upon his new tail raiser, Slint was clearly reveling in the sensation of spearing the only male dragon to walk the earth for over a thousand years. It felt as though the entire species was his to command. "The boys at least," his mistress would no doubt joke even as he claimed her more than willing son she had saw fit to provide him with. Such a perfect fit as well, not just in terms of the tightness of this male's tailhole, but everything about those wonderful legs, tail, and leaking cock were just perfectly accessible to him. This male was better for receiving the advances of a kobold than any of the ones from even Slint's wildest fantasies. So mountable was this new breed of male that the former human felt subconsciously comfortable that a kobold was taking up all the space where one belonged. Between those thick legs. Tending to his pet.

The dragon's newly gifted rear made for quite the gift to the devout servant turned master. Pleasure on behalf of the insertee and inserter was far beyond expectations. Growls and moans interspersed amongst the vast vocal ether of their joys. The soundproofing of the garage was put up to quite the test indeed that night. Such a perfect room to fuck a dragon in, Slint though to himself as he did just that. He would have to try it again tonight. For now he felt himself humping and licking more haphazardly. Both his claws had found their way off those thighs and slipped around a very draconian shaft that at once occupied his open throat as well. He stroked in line with his thrusts, and it had Trawl blushing and humping the air in ectacy as the dragon's first climax soon splattered into his master's throat. He managed to swallow the first large spurt before pulling back to lick passionately just below the tip. It all came spraying out and made a mess of the creature's belly as much as it did his master's chin.

That delightful tailhole of Trawl's had clenched so tightly around Slint's shaft it became impossible for him not to join his pet in climaxing as well. His seed splattered the inside of the dragon's rear, but he pulled out well before finishing to make sure that any other dragons to follow, male or female, would know just who this former human belonged too. With himself and his pet thoroughly milked of all their passions for a time he scooted back and relaxed a bit, perched coyly upon his pet's tail and curious as to when he might be ready for a second or even third round tonight.

They sat there gasping, and soon they looked back at one another and sighed. Sex would have to wait. They would have to clean up before they could move on with stage two of his queen's plan. Only then could they revel once more in their newly appointed positions in the hierarchy to follow.