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The cave loomed in front of Kados Anathas, its wide, open mouth bare of any clues as to what it might contain. The warrior, however, was already aware of what lay within: kobolds. It was the rumors of a large lair of the reptilian creatures far to the east of the Gatehold that had brought him here in the first place, as well as the occasional whisper that the kobolds held great treasure, spoils of a royal family gone extinct. Kados knew this last part to be untrue. The "extinct" royal family's treasure was said to be from none other than that of the great house of Anathas and, as an Anathas himself, he was very much aware that they were not all dead, though only few remained--him, one of the four heirs to all that was left of the Anathas legacy, stolen treasure included. Still, it was not treasure Kados was after. He cared very little for gold coins or valuable trinkets that had once belonged to his family. No, he sought something specific from the lair, the last piece to a set of armor known only as "The Dragon's Mail." At present, he wore most of the suit of adamantine full plate, the only part missing being the helmet, a helmet he hoped the kobolds possessed if in fact the rumors were true to begin with.

Kados stepped towards the cave, squinting his eyes as he peered into the dark. The armor's enchantments let him see through the dark as easily as if the cave was well lit, just one of many of the benefits it provided him. As he refused to wear anything atop his head until he had the helmet, his bare face remained grim and impassive while he stared. A small smile overcame his visage as he felt something within the cave, the armor's magic once again benefitting him in allowing him to sense not only the presence of the draconic humanoids within the cave, but also the thrum of calling. The warrior closed his eyes and focused on this tremulous feeling. For a moment, there was a flash of vision beneath his closed eyes, of a horned helmet fashioned in mimicry of a dragon's head sitting atop a stone slab, and then there was only darkness once more. His smile widened and then vanished. He did not have the helmet, not yet. Once he retrieved it, then there would surely be cause of celebration.

Drawing his sword, Kados walked forward with indefatigable purpose. It had taken him years to get to this moment and an innumerable number of adventures. He had slain many a great creature to acquire each piece and he had not done so alone. Still, every challenge he had faced before to assemble his armor had consisted more of just a cave full of kobolds. He had no reason to fear the diminutive creatures; rather, they should fear him because he had grown wise to their tricks long ago during his first few expeditions. Though the deviousness of kobolds was unmatched, their effective creativity was not. He expected to come across traps, of course, but he would surely be surprised if they were anything new.

Upon reaching the cave, Kados stopped as he immediately felt a shift in the environment. Outside in the wilderness there was life everywhere. Instead the cave, there was no life, only the barest traces of its existence: the rather unpleasant odor the creatures and their activities left behind, a shedding of scales here and there, and a continual numb throb the armor pulsed to make him aware that the draconic creatures lurked nearby. He knew they were watching him now and hoped they recognized his armor as well as the draconic features that he already possessed. After all, the armor's benefits were not without a price. His bare face showed signs of changes it had inflicted upon him in the form of a few patches of black scales arrayed around his face. His tongue was slightly thinner than it once was and in recent times had forked at the end, granting him the ability to natively form the sibilant hisses that were required to truly speak Draconic. In addition, the armor lent him a slightly Draconic appearance gloves in the form of clawed gauntlets, taloned boots, and a hauberk fashioned to appear as scales. Even the belt that wrapped around his waist was shaped like a singular, serpentine tail.

Without another moment of hesitation, Kados plunged into the cave. Faintly he heard the skitter of small things in the distance, something he would not have picked up had it not been for his enhanced hearing. The warrior flicked aside an errant strand of black hair before returning both his hands to a firm grip on his weapon. He realized a shield would have come in handy in case the armor's resistance failed to deflect whatever the kobolds meant to throw at him literally and metaphorically. It had never been his way to fight with a shield, though--he either took the hits or the armor took the hits for him. He would be honestly surprised if the kobold's meager weapons could even manage to pierce the plate.

Even if he wore what should be heavy armor, Kados barely felt it. His pace was as if he wearing nothing at all. Small skitterings tracked his quick movements close by, the skittering of small feet a constant reminded that he was being followed. He wondered if and when the kobolds would strike and in what number. His grip tightened and his resolve heightened. If he had to slay ten, a hundred, a thousand of the creatures, so what? The cave contained the helmet, he was sure of it. Once he possessed the final piece, he could finally utilize the armor to its full benefit and then...

Then what? Kados halted momentarily. Where would he go after this? His obsessive quest for The Dragon's Mail had cost him a few friends and several lovers. He had been a loner for quite some time and it wasn't just his quest's fault. Assassins and bounty hunters of the usurper that had his family killed in the first place had been tracking and unsuccessfully trying to kill or capture him even when he had adventured with others. When he had acquired the helmet, would that be it? Would he finally be able to save the kingdom and reclaim the rightful throne that had been promised and taken so long ago?

Kados nodded to himself, his qualms melting away. He had given up so much already, to doubt the validity of those sacrifices now was madness. He had to have the helmet and the power therein--it was his destiny.

Apparently, however, it was not his destiny to see any kobolds today. Though he continued to hear and feel them, he certainly did not see one. He passed tracings of their existence, yes--an abandoned trap, halfway assembled, several discarded spears, and even a couple of eggs--but not a kobold itself. Perhaps, he joked to himself, they fled in so deep a terror that they laid in fear, like some frightened hen.

With a smirk on his face, Kados turned around a sudden bend in the cavern and immediately came to a halt. Ahead of him lay a round cave chamber. In the chamber were the kobolds he had so sorely missed, fifty or so of them. All but three prostrated themselves towards the warrior. The three who did not stood at the far end of the chamber, huddled around a stone slab upon which rested the horned helmet that he sought.

For a moment, Kados's breath stopped. He gaped at the helmet. There it was in plain sight, not merely in a vision or dream. The final piece was present--all he had to do was retrieve it.

Then Kados resumed breathing, letting one hand fall off his sword and looking about the room. The worshipful kobolds still prostrated while the three around the helmet gazed up at him expectantly. These kobolds wore purple scraps of cloth; a royal color that no doubt indicated their status amongst their kin. Of the three, one was clearly older than the rest, possessing yellow scales whose bright hue had faded away and slightly milky eyes. Quietly he gestured to the other two, who then stepped away from the stone. Afterwards, the old kobold looked up to Kados and nodded.

Kados tilted his head, but approached the elder kobold and the helmet anyways. The room remained silent as he made his way towards the helmet, which was the quietest the warrior had ever seen any number of living kobolds act before. Only when he reached the slab did the elder kobold finally speak.

"Yours," it said in Common, gesturing to the helmet. "Take."

Kados peered down at the kobold. It clasped its hands together and turned its head away from the warrior. Kados reached for the helmet with his free hand and then thought better of it. He glanced about the room again, and again the kobolds as they were before. Their behavior was curious, but it could be in keeping with his appearance. While he certainly wasn't a dragon, he resembled one in some ways and donning the helmet would only complete the image. Perhaps the kobolds knew of the tale behind the Dragon's Mail and thought him a reincarnation of the creator. Whatever the case, the final piece was in front of him, only a second's snatching away. He just had to take it.

"Thank you," Kados said in Draconic.

The warrior sheathed his sword and picked up the helmet. It was surprisingly light, though he hardly noticed this. Rather, he instead focused on the vague thrum that he felt from the helmet, a promise of power if only he placed it upon his head. He lifted the helmet, bringing it closer and closer to his to his head until he suddenly turned it over. He looked into the interior, squinting until he could make out rough runes inscribed in Draconic within. He paused. The rest of his armor hadn't runes like that. Could the kobolds have tampered with the helmet?

He looked to the elder kobold and then shrugged. He was giving the crude creatures too much credit. Any magic they knew could not have surpassed a caster beyond rudimentary levels, and certainly not magic that could interfere with armor crafted by an elder wyrm. Whatever was in the helmet was meant to be. He just had to put it on and he would have his power.

Kados turned the helmet back around and tilted his head down as he brought the helmet closer. He took a deep breath, taking in the moment, and then placed the helmet upon his head.

At first, nothing happened. It was as if the helmet was merely a helmet. Kados stood stock still, arms gradually falling to his side as he got used to the feel of the helmet upon his skull. It felt comfortable and familiar, but Kados had expected more...

Suddenly Kados' hands flew to his head as he felt a surge of energy flow from the helmet to the rest of his armor. His head throbbed as the energy crackled and gathered, focusing mostly inside the helmet. He stumbled back and fell to his knee. An acrid scent momentarily arose from the helmet, causing him to hack and wheeze. Eyes watering, he gripped the helmet's horns and attempted to pull it off, but it remained unmoving despite its previous lightness. Cursing in draconic, he blinked his watering eyes and looked in just in time to see the elder kobold walk towards him. He fumbled for his sword. Disoriented as he was, he barely managed to get the weapon halfway out of its sheath before the elder lunged forward and tapped the helmet whilst uttering a single word in Draconic: "Change."

Kados fell backwards as the unseen energy stored within the helm released, flowing rapidly from head to toe. He grunted, catching himself on his elbows as he felt what was like lightning surging through his body. He shuddered, panting weakly, his elongated tongue slipping out of his mouth.

...Elongated?

The warrior sat up and looked down at his tongue and found it different than before. Though it had been previously split a bit at the ends, it was now truly a forked reptilian tongue. It flicked back into his mouth, returning with a taste of the chamber and its inhabitants. Needless to say, it was not appetizing, but the warrior hardly focused on this. Rather, he was more distraught by the sudden change. Some change had been expected, but what exactly was the armor doing to him? And how was the kobold involved?

He received an answer when the acrid smell returned, save this time it came along with the unpleasant sensation and smell of burning flesh focused on his chest. He howled in pain, gripping at the suddenly hot breastplate with his gauntlets. The heat transferred, rendering his hands feeling very much the same as his chest.

Though the pain was intense, Kados still managed to lay one hand on the other's gauntlet and pulled. The metal covering fell away, revealing a hand that was not the same. Already the digits were twisted and curved into talons, the skin burnt and charred. No--as Kados looked closer, he saw black scales had replaced his skin and hair and they were spreading down his forearm even as his fingers continued to shift to clawed shape. Cursing in Draconic, he threw off his other gauntlet and stared in horror as he watched the process continue, his fingers painfully elongating and hardened. He watched as the tips extended into fine points and scales started to sprout on his palm, subsuming the skin of his hand in a matter of seconds.

When the fire flared up in his chest once more, Kados brought his altered hands to the area, all the while shivering as he felt more and more of his skin be devoured by the onslaught on scales. He looked down at his breastplate and wondered how he might remove it. Reaching for his belt, he stopped when the lower half of his breastplate simply melted away, revealing unblemished flesh, his undershirt having apparently been burned away with the portion of the armor. This would not last for long as specks of black began to appear in random blotches across the exposed skin.

Panicking, Kados grabbed at his belt only for it to loosen and spin around his waist as it unwound itself. He reached for it again, but missed and before he could try once more he had larger worries as he suddenly felt pressure at his spine. He fearfully glanced back, eyes widened as he saw a solid nub of scaled covered flesh pushing out from the base of his spine, slowly extending until he had the beginnings of a small, spade-tipped tail. It wiggled and swayed, momentarily distracting him as he felt every movement of his new appendage. Then his attention was pulled away when the helm throbbed again, causing his vision to blur momentarily and his senses to dull. When his wits had returned, he cried out in pain as his cranium cracked, fundamentally altering in shape and structure. The oddly pleasant cool sensation of scales overcoming skin on his face intermingled with the less than pleasant feeling of his nose and ears retreating into featurelessness while the rest of his face pushed out.

Propelled by the change, his head fell forward while it pushed out into a draconic muzzle, the helmet reshaping to match his altered cranium. He groaned as new teeth grew painfully within his elongated jaws, gritting his carnivorous teeth together as two growths poked out of either side of his altered head. His hair fell away while the bony protrusions grew to fit the hollow horns of the helm until they weren't part of the helm, but part of him. He winced as the helmet heated up slightly, burning away his hair and ensuring his head was only covered in scales. With that, the throbbing receded, allowing him to recover somewhat.

Kados sat up, one clawed hand upon his horns. He looked down at himself, not quite believing the sudden change when the few patches of scales that he had possessed before had grown so slowly previous. Still, what had happened was reality and the alterations had yet to complete.

Kados spread his legs apart when his boots heated up, the metal sloughing away up to his knees and cooling and hardening instantly when it hit the ground. He winced as he watched his bare feet shift, toes fusing into three digits while his legs suddenly contorted, twisting and snapping uncomfortably into a new structure that would allow him to walk solely on his enlarged toes. A wave of black scales mixed with a few red ones here and there rushed up his legs, reaching up and under his covered thighs. He squirmed, toes clacking against the ground as talons burst from their ends while his hips suddenly popped. He stared in bewilderment at his hips, gasping in pain with each inch they grew out and out. When they had finished their growth, they were noticeably wider than before. Confused, Kados placed his hands on his wide hips, barely noticing as the armor on his hands melted away up to his elbows.

Abruptly he the flesh of his crotch crawl, his scaled thighs thickening so that they pressed uncomfortably tight against his genitals. In response, Kados spread his legs wide apart, but the pressure on his manhood did not decrease even as his rear plumped out, soft and supple despite the scales upon it. Although he could not see it, he could feel it as his shaft started to dwindle, shivering spasmodically.

"What?" Kados hissed in Draconic, the word coming out in that language unbidden. He looked up to the elder kobold and to all the kobolds that now watched him with rapt attention. "What did you--"

Kados ceased speaking, whimpering instead as his shaft pulled in tight against his scaled crotch. His testicles tucked under it and soon it was an uncomfortable race to see which would vanish first. Perhaps, Kados hoped, they were merely retreating into a genital slit like a drake possessed but his wide hips and luscious thighs were evidence against this.

The warrior received his answer when he felt his trembling testicles yanked suddenly into a still-forming slit. It was quite the tight fit, the warrior mumbling and moaning in pain as his testicles managed to squeeze through a hole smaller than themselves. Next, his shrunken shaft dwindled further and further while the slit developed, molding into feminine form just in time for his former manhood to take its place as her clit. Kados gasped as she felt her feminine lips puff out, aching gently while inside her passage carved itself out less gently, inner walls momentarily clenching as his testicles turned ovaries passed by until they reached their final destination of a ripe and ready womb.

This sudden femininity did not stop at Kados' crotch. Rather, it traveled up, sparking further changes. Some of her muscle melted away as her waist pinched inwards, though it was really her upper chest that drew much of Kados' attention. The part of her breastplate that remained on her chest reforged, shaping outwards into the facsimile of two large, scaled breasts. Sensitive scaled flesh bubbled outwards into two teardrop shaped mounds on her chest, areola thickening and nipples pressing out. Like a gas, it expanded to fill its container, swelling out until the breasts on her chest fit into the shapes on the breastplate. Kados shivered at the sensation of her sensitive nipples pressing into the cool adamantium metal. She moaned softly, voice rising in pitch slightly while her pauldrons fell away into goopy piles, revealing slim, scaled narrow shoulders.

Kados looked down at herself and could not believe what she was seeing. In a matter of minutes, she had gone from somewhat draconic human to full on humanoid dragoness, complete with the requisite equipment. She was not sure what bothered her most: her clawed feet and hands, her elongated muzzle, horned head, weighty breasts, or the emptiness between her legs. She had almost forgotten about her tail until it had a sudden spurt of growth, elongated a few feet. She looked back at the alien appendage, picking it up with her claws while also getting a nice view of her plump rear. Her armor too had altered, only her helmet remaining mostly intact though not unchanged while her belly, arms, and legs were nearly completely exposed. She supposed she should be glad her breasts and altered sex were not on display, but her now stylized armor left little to the imagination. Even the armor on her crotch had a sort of camel toe going for it. It was wrong, all wrong and there could only be one cause of this.

The dragoness looked to the elder kobold and pointed an accusatory claw at him.

"You," she snarled, momentarily pausing at the sound of her raspy albeit feminine voice. "You did this."

The kobold nodded and pointed a claw of his own at the dragoness. He smiled as he spoke a single word in Draconic.

"Bind," he muttered.

The holes of the helmet from which Kados looked with her draconic eyes suddenly sealed shut, blinding the dragoness. She let out a panicked cry and grabbed at the helmet, but had no more success forcing it off this time than the last. She reached for her sword just in time for the scabbard to fall away from the armor. She blindly groped for the sword, not realizing that a kobold had leapt forward and dragged it away. Still she searched, falling onto her hands and knees as she sought for it, cursing her sensitive breast as they chafed against the cold metal of her breastplate. The puddles of melted metal around her heated up, bubbling up and springing forward to grab her around her wrists and ankles. She yelped as the metal cooled and hardened on these areas and then dragged her down, suddenly heavy. She ended up on her back, wrists arms spread apart and locked firmly against the ground while her legs were still mobile, for now. She struggled as the metal pulled at her legs, spreading them apart until it too stuck firmly to the floor, leaving her wide and open. The situation only worsened when the metal covering her crotch melted away, revealing her pussy lips for the first time to the world. The metal on her chest did likewise, flowing onto the ground to allow her breasts to bounce free, nipples hard and erect in the cold.

The vulnerable Kados struggled against her restrains, but it was no use. There were powerful forces at work here, the corrupted enchantment of the helm working to ensure its altered enchantments did as its inscribers pleased. And so they did, the elder kobold approaching the naked dragoness while the two other purple-clothed kobolds followed behind carrying a bowl of dye in each hand. These they laid in front of the dragoness while the elder kobold dipped a claw into each bowl, coloring them purple, red, yellow, and blue. Nodding, the elder approached Kados.

By now, Kados had ceased struggling. Instead, she waited and listened, only speaking when she heard the elder approach.

"I am Kados Anathas!" she shrieked. "I don't care what you've done with me, that you've made me some dragon wench--I will escape here and your deaths will be most unpleasant. I--"

"Bind," the elder spoke again.

"Mmph!" Kados mumbled as the helmet's metal folded to disallow her muzzle from moving much. "Mmph!"

The elder laughed softly as he stood before the bound dragoness. Reaching forward, he placed the blue colored claw on Kados' right hip. Carefully he began to carve a symbol in Draconic, causing Kados to squirm. The kobold murmured its meaning once had completed it.

"Fertility," he said, moving onto Kados' left hip and redrawing the same rune. Then he shifted claws, pressing the purple one forward first.

"Compliance," he mumbled, carving four such symbols into Kados' thick thighs. He switched to yellow next, inscribing the rune just below Kados' breasts.

"Succor," he hissed, before positioning the final red claw just about Kados' pussy. Smiling, he carved the final rune.

"Lust."

With this, the elder kobold stepped back. Of course, Kados had heard every word but she could not see, only feel what he was doing. She was not prepared for what was next.

"Activate," The elder kobold whispered.

Instantly the runes flared to life, activating four traits in Kados at once. A flood of female hormones washed over her, causing her breasts to puff up larger than before and her hips to flare out even wider. She moaned as her breasts continued to swell, sloshing slightly as they filled with sweet milk. Internally, her sex set to work, a hot burst of arousal eliciting a gentle hiss from the dragoness while her feminine folds moistened. The feeling of emptiness between her legs intensified so that she felt like she needed something down there, anything that would fill the void the loss of her manhood and subsequent heat demanded. Though she might have thought to be angrier about this before, the only reason her blood boiled was because she was so hot and ready for sex. Even through her closed helmet she could smell males in the room, males that could satisfy her.

"Unbind," the elder kobold said.

With that word, Kados could see again. Not only that, but she could once more more her arms and legs of her own accord. She sat up on her firm rear, blinking as her eyes quickly adjusted to the presence of light. Her gaze immediately fell upon the elder kobold who stood so close to her. Now the anger returned.

"YOU!" she screamed, not caring that her voice was even higher than before. "You--!"

The elder kobold smiled and pointed a finger at the red rune.

"Activate," it said.

Kados shuddered as the feeling of arousal intensified. She moaned hotly, panting and laying a hand on a leaking breast as her pussy pulsed wantonly. She squeezed a nipple, tongue flickering out of her snout as some milk leaked from her swollen breasts. Remembering herself, Kados tried to return her gaze to the elder, but it kept slipping out to the younger, more enticing males who might--

"No," she protested, removing her hand from her breast. "I--I..."

"Activate," the kobold repeated, finger and voice unwavering.

Kados gasped, squirming and rubbing her thighs together in a frantic attempt to relieve her burgeoning desire for sex. She desperately tried to keep her hands off herself, but her right talons still went unbidden to crotch, where she began to immediately rub at her folds. It wasn't enough, barely able to stem the tide at all. She needed something else, she needed more, she needed to feel the rush of seed in her womb, the warmth of growing life that her body was all too prepared to deliver--

"N-no," Kados whimpered, removing her hand from her crotch. She squeaked as her tail slithered under her leg and poked at her sex of its own accord. She grabbed her tail and stared at it angrily.

"Activate," the kobold said one last time, pointing at Kados instead of one specific rune.

The simultaneous initiation of all runes for a second time proved too much for Kados. The dragoness's mind temporarily snapped, the only thoughts running through it of fertility, compliance, succor, and, most of all, lust. Panting and hissing, she fell onto her side and rolled over onto all fours, her rear facing the elder. Raising her tail to expose her dripping pussy, she looked over her slim shoulders, eyes clouded with lust. She shook with each passing second, breasts wobbling slightly as she waited for anyone to relieve her insatiable ache. Although a few kobold males stepped forward to do so, the elder kobold held them back with a shake of its head. Only when Kados had stayed in that same wanton position for several minutes did the elder nod its head and then the kobolds were upon her.

The kobolds squabbled who was to go first, delaying Kados' relief even further. It was only when the biggest one pushed the others out of the way was there decision made. Even if he was the biggest, Kados still had to lower her draconic pussy a little to allow him to enter her. When he did penetrate her with his small reptlian cock, Kados felt some relief, but it was not enough. She moaned, pushing up against him and wishing there was more--there had to be something more.

Luckily, some kobolds noticed her predicaments and were all too happy to play with her strange mammaries while she was otherwise occupied. While her kobold lover thrust and grunted, doing his best to press farther and farther into her, a few females squeezed and fondled her breasts, cackling when they managed to elicit some milk from her swollen boobies. Kados did them do as they wished, solely concerned on milking the most seed she could, her ripe womb ready. When the male quickly came, she had some relief. In that brief afterglow, two growth burst out of her shoulders, growing pleasantly painful, flapping and fluttering until she had developed a proper set of wings. The rest of the kobolds cheered as the first male stepped away from her while she looked wantonly back for another mate, not caring that there was already remnants of her recent mating oozing out of her sex. She hissed and waved her tail enticingly, inviting the next kobold to screw the dragoness.

And so the next kobold came. And the next and the one beyond that until she had fucked every last male in the room and been filled more times than she had the presence of mind to count. Afterwards, she sat propped up on her elbows, sex sore and pulsing, breasts a little less swollen, and frenzied lust relieved. Slowly but surely her murky thoughts became more clear and complex until she could think as she had before. She knew that she was Kados Anathas, but she also knew she was not as she was before. First off, she was no longer male and also scarcely human. Second, she had completed her quest and it had ended up much different than she had planned it out to be. What sort of throne was this to rule that she had--

Kados blinked as she finally realized the temperament of the room's inhabitants. Just as when she had walked in here, the kobolds prostrated themselves towards her. Even the elder, whom she had not fucked and thus not must be male, bowed towards her in respect. Abruptly, Kados felt warmth well in her, and this was not the warmth of growing life in her womb that was already happening. Rather, she felt a sort of compassion to these creatures, a type of responsibility and love for her subjects--

"Subjects," Kados said, shakily getting to her feet for the first time in this altered body. The kobolds were her subjects and she was--what? Their fertile half-dragon brood queen? A toothy smile came over the dragoness's visage as she considered this thought. Yes, that's what she was--the kobold's queen and one with a very open relationship at that. If it meant feeling half as good for the rest of her life as she had in the last ten minutes then it was well worth it. Nevermind that her mind might have been made to accept that fact thanks to the runes inscribed upon her or thanks to the armor's twisted enchantments or that she might never be able to save her kingdom from an emperor's oppressive rule; no, she only cared that she had her own place in this kobold kingdom, in this world of fertility and lust.

Kados suddenly shivered and looked down her muzzle past her swollen breasts to her already round belly. What would they look like? Whatever their form, she knew that she would love them.