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The adventurer stands before the throne of the sorceress. Her features are obscured by the shadows of the chamber. Yet, even though he cannot see her, her presence is so immense that he trembles, falling to his knees.

“Very good," the voice of the sorceress coos. “You know when to properly serve your true queen. Now, then," she says, the sound of fabric shifting around in the darkness hints at her movement. “If you wish to live, you must serve. Now, say it."

The adventurer trembles before her power. Yet, he takes a deep breath and pushes himself up to his feet. “I'll work for you," he growls,“but only in exchange for my life and freedom."

“Oh?" The sorceress says with a chuckle, “Then, I must give you a properly challenging task."

He grits his teeth. “Just let it out, already, monster," he says. “I'll do it and be done with you."

“We'll see, we'll see. Now then, close your eyes, and accept your task."

“Don't see why I have to do that, I'm already blind in-"

She shuts him up by sealing her lips around his. He grunts and stumbles back, completely taken aback by the sudden gesture. The sensation is like a shock trailing down his body. His eyes roll back and he groans, stumbling away from her. “What... what did you...?"

“Go," she orders in a breathy voice. “Go, and find the kobolden campment. Find for me their secret treasure. Once you find out what it is, I will know. I will see what you see, feel what you feel. Make sure to give me a good show."

The adventurer claps his head, his mind swimming before himself. The sorceress's silhouette stands before him, though she flips from side to side and upside down until suddenly spiraling into nothingness.

He awakes with a start with the sounds of chirping birds and a babbling brook nearby. The adventurer rubs the back of his head and groans as the pounding headache comes to him. “Nnngh... w-where am I?"

“Just outside the caves where the kobolds live, my dear," a voice coos in his mind.

He jumps up to his feet, grabbing his rapier, and twirling around to face his foe. “Where are you? Show yourself!"

“Now, now, my dear bard," the sorceress's voice exclaims. “You have much more to worry about than that. In fact, I would find shelter soon, if I were you. The outside could be quite dangerous, especially now."

He looks up to the sky, squinting slightly in the sunlight.“There's not a cloud in the sky. What could possibly be of concern he-"

He rears back with a hiss and stumbles, falling onto his rear.He rubs his eyes, trying to get the burning out. “By the gods!" he curses.“What trickery is this?"

“Oh, it's already beginning," the voice chuckles. “I'll just sit back and watch, then. I hope you don't mind, pet."

“Enjoy what?" He snaps, and opens his eyes, though he can only do so half-way. The brightness of the sun is so remarkable that his eyes water. Before he can figure out what's wrong, a pain shoots up in his jaw, and he rubs at it. When he does, he finds it oddly rough, yet not at all unpleasant. He shakes his head and pushes himself up. Standing, he feels rather wobbly and sticks his hands out, waving his arms for balance, but falling over. His legs grow weak, and he stumbles like a toddler learning his first steps. He crawls over to the nearby stream and peers at the clear water. With a gasp, he sees his eyes, large and green with reptilian slits for irises. He reaches up, his finger already rough and nails pointed. He hooks that sharp thing at his cheek, pulling it back. He watches as each of his teeth sharpen. He gasps and flips onto his back. His toes, they tingle so... so strangely. He grabs one of his boots and yanks it off, only to see that his toes fused together into three larger talons. His new eyes widen,

that his toes fused together into three larger talons. His new eyes widen,and he yanks his other foot free, which comes out without any problems,though the scaly, three-toed thing disappears into his pants. He whines, his voice higher in pitch, sounding alien. Hair falls from his head and he grabs at his scalp, feeling bony protrusions erupt into small, dainty frills. He shakes his head, shuddering. The sensation...it's... it's so strange, so, so magical! He has to roll up his sleeves now just to see his arms and sees his light blue claws now poking out where his hands had once been. With a sudden sting, he yelps and clasps his butt. Rolling around, he sticks it up in the air, squeezing his eyes shut once more, a low moan escaping his higher-pitched voice. From the folds of the now-too-large pants and shirt, something pokes out just above his widened hips. He looks over his shoulder, panting, eyes half-lidded as he sees the tail emerge, shining in the sun in its newfound glory. It flicks back and forth, not on its own accord, but as if he had it his entire life. His snout, curls up in a smile as he sees it and he reaches back, stroking at the new appendage. When his palm touches the tail, he shudders, feeling a very pleasant situation. If he isn't careful, he might get aroused! That's when he realizes something. He frowns and then burrows into the pile of cloth that was once his clothing, the sun poking through with enough light for the new little creature to see himself, or make that herself. Blue scales, a small snout, frills and horns on his head, along, sensuous tail, wide hips, and a moist, puffy slit between her legs... she has transformed, wholly from Alex the human bard, to a petite, cute,and female kobold! The tranquil sounds of the forest cease as the loud, squealing scream of a terrified kobold fills the air. For truly, there is no terror for a man than losing his manhood... that is, as far as he knows!

In her tower, the sorceress watches his plight, a sly smile upon her face, her fingers stroking slowly along her thigh in anticipation...“This is going to be good."

The world is enormous to a tiny little kobold girl. The trees rise up to gargantuan heights as silent giants that witnessed Alex's stunning transformation. The former bard had grabbed his old traveler's tunic and put it over his frilled head. As he pulls it over himself, a horn snags on the collar. He tugs in frustration, a loud rip filling the forest air. He pops his head through, his scaled fingers running along his back to feel the damage. A long, jagged tear goes down from the back of his collar down the top a few inches.

Just great.

He looks down at himself, the short sleeves of his shirt now go down the length of his arms, ending in enormous bells. The tunic itself drops down to his knees, those strange, bent things now. He grabs his belt and wraps the thing tightly around his waist. His new waist is so tiny that his belt had no place to fasten. Begrudgingly, he loops the belt into the buckle, but leaves it unfastened. There should be no need to refit the thing. He doesn't plan to stay in this female form forever.

The march begins. He needs to find the kobold lair and find for the sorceress the kobold's secret treasure. He ponders what that could be when he steps out into the sunlight. The brightness hits his new kobold eyes like a spell from a leaping wizard. He hisses and stumbles back, only to trip over something. His new scaled body feels things differently, but the feeling of rope on his heel is unmistakable. He falls, hitting the grass, and falling through the facade. The bard tumbles and crashes, down, down, down, until all is black.

When he finally awakens, his head pounds. Groaning, he gropes around, grabbing a claw full of the of a furry substance. He blinks, his eyes adjusting to the dark with alarming speed. Around him, he sees clawed feet. He gasps, but the squeaky feminine voice that emerges is still alien to him. He hops to his knees and sees just what stands before him. The kobold male is large, his scaled body rippling with muscles. His arms are upon his hips as he looks down to Alex, his only clothing a stitch of cloth draped between his legs. His snout curls into a a crooked smile as his yellow eyes glow in the darkness of the cave.

“Nice to see you awake," he growls.

“W... who are you?" the bard squeaks. “W... where am I?"

“Name's Krick," he says, taking a step up toward him. “And you are in the breeding chamber, my dear.

"The bard gulps, his tiny female kobold body quivering as he crawls back on the bed of moss. “B... breeding chamber? There has to be a mistake!"

“No mistake," the male says, stepping up to him, his tail swishing back and forth. “The dark lady sent her regards."

“Dark l... The sorceress!? I-" But as he spoke, a lump filled in his throat. He croaks, unable to say anymore.

Immediately, a voice fills his mind. The sorceress's taunting laugh echoing, as if everywhere. “Tut, tut, tut. Can't have you spoiling your mission. Yes, you're still on it. You're just going, heh, deep undercover."

The voice departs him, and Alex blinks, returning to the present. Before him, Krick unties his loincloth, the thing falling to his ankles. Alex's eyes widen as the kobold stands before him completely unadorned with a pink, glistening dick rising to attention through a slit in his scales. The thing quivers as it is exposed, slick with moisture, the tapered point pointed straight toward Alex.

The bard squeaks and crawls back, but Krick is quick, grabbing the kobold's belt and yanking it, letting the thing clatter to the floor. The male is on top of the transformed kobold, claws grabbing at his traveler's tunic and tearing it away, exposing the soft blue scales underneath.Any pretense of being a man is gone as the blue kobold lays before Krick, her smaller frame and wider hips the perfect size for a breeder.

Her snout trembles as she looks up to him, but for some reason,she cannot fight back, as if something in the back of her mind, moving closer to the front, is telling her that this is how things should be.

“There you are, my dear," Krick says, his voice less commanding, more demanding, more alluring. He leans in, opening his jagged-toothed maw and rolling out a reptilian tongue. He runs it along the scales on her neck.

She shudders, a soft squeak emerging from her throat. Why does this not bother her as much as it should? Sure, there's a voice in her head, screaming to fight back, to move away, but as the kobold licks over her scales, she cannot help but feel that this is somehow right. Her toes twitch and her heels brush over the mossy floor, spreading in subservience and need. A breeder, is she? That's what she would be and that's what she has to be. And if this kobold continued to be so nice to her, perhaps life as one wouldn't be a problem.

“Good..." Krick hissed as he pulled his tongue in, depriving her of the tantalizing touch. “I think you're good and ready for your first breeding. You'll make a fine mother, and the tribe will be your child's father."

“The... tribe?" she asks, half-aware.

He places two fingers in his maw and whistles, sending the signal through the walls of the tunnels. Soon, more sets of yellow eyes emerge from the darkness, and all around the two nude kobolds stand more males, each of them dressed in loincloths, each of them breathing heavily, licking their lips.

“Mother of the child of the tribe," Krick muses. “That's what we'll call you... Daskdi."