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[b][u][center]Penetrative Infiltration[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For A-Lycotonum[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Sejana Marcellio was not keen on her commanding officer accompanying her into the field for this particular operation, but she knew that there was no getting out of it. Once Canto Palla had it in his head that he was going to do something, there was no slowing him down or getting him to [i]not[/i] do it. All that you could do was hope that he didn’t fuck it up, and that was easier said than done.

They were camped out two miles away from the goblin tribe that had taken up residence in a local mine. Infernal Cheliax had many of them, but while this one was no more key in position or resources, it was the personal possession of one of the local lords, and by the principles of Diabolism, seizing something from someone already in possession of it was punishable with extreme prejudice.

However, as there were rumors that there was a devil involved in this – or at least that the goblin tribe had the patronage of one such devil – it was determined that they needed to infiltrate the tribe and find out just what they had to their name. Sejana was fine with doing the infiltration, but the downside was that she didn’t have much in the way of casting ability. Thus –

“This is intolerable.”

Thus, her superior officer. She hid a sigh as she looked up from where she was stabbing tent spikes into the ground, watching as the black-robed mage stepped out of his own tent. He had conjured it into being, and that was probably going to be the main difficulty in hiding out in the wilderness. He couldn’t stand to be without his comforts; he could barely stand being without his whores.

He whipped his head around to her, rubbing his temples as she continued to hammer the stakes. He groaned.

“Do you have to do that? It’s so loud.”

“Yes, I do, if I don’t want [i]my[/i] tent to go flying off.”

“You know that you are always welcome in mine, Sejana. All you have to do is say the word.”

“I will pass, thank you.”

“It’s arguable that it is one of your duties, under Diabolism, to tend to your superior officer.”

“And it’s arguable that you need to be worthy of that service,” she responded. “Now, why don’t you shut up and let me get on with this, and then you can cast the spell?”

It was a risky thing to say, but with Canto already on thin ice for flirting with her rather than getting his duties done – the superiors cared more about the lack of productivity than the flirting, not out of any kindness to her – she could get away with it. As long as she never pushed him past the point of actual disdain, the occasional disrespect could be tolerated in a court of law. Particularly with his difficulty in actually getting his work done without her around.

She pounded the final stake into the ground, rubbing some of the sweat from her pale forehead. The sun was already beating down on them from the long trip out from town, and if she didn’t get some shade – or something else that would keep the sun off – soon, she was going to go from her high-caste pale to a low-caste red. Sejana shook her head, turning to the black-robed, pouting mage.

“Alright. I think that’s everything.”

“Well, then, do you ‘consent’ to allowing the polymorph spell?”

“Since when do you care about that?”

“Since my superiors have drilled me in remembering it, unfortunately. Do you?”

Rolling her eyes, Sejana crossed her arms. Her leather armor was already a bit tight and itchy from the long walk, and she knew that it was probably going to get tighter. Knowing the way that Canto approached, well, everything, he was going to make her one of the curviest goblins in existence. The fact that she had to go along with it was not something that sat well with her, but it was the downside of having never studied magic herself. She had put all her training into stealth, into infiltration, into the process of being diplomatic and deceptive. She knew that down to a science, but magic? There was an intellectual understanding of it and no more, and that was all that she usually needed.

For a polymorph spell, however, more was required. She sighed.

“I consent,” she said.

“Good. Now, hold still. And adjust those straps.”

[i]Called it.[/i]

As she pulled on the little straps on her shoulders and sides, he started casting. The spell was a verbal and somatic one, calling on the energy of the universe or something like that. He had his hands held before him, slowly spinning in a circle. The way that he held his wrists, he almost looked like he was groping a pair of tits right then and there. Sejana rolled her eyes, then closed them, waiting for the spell to hit. It wouldn’t be long.

The warmth started a few seconds later, beginning at the hollow of her throat and slowly spreading out. She knew that was the skin color changing, that her skin was taking on different qualities, holding onto the heat that would be needed further down below the surface. However, it had her sweating almost instantly, spreading that uncomfortable sheen further over her body, making it more difficult for her to focus on keeping her head on the mission.

The spell spread further after that, going down her body and along her chest. She wasn’t well-endowed there as a natural rule. Most spies weren’t, despite the reputation, something that Canto was constantly complaining about. She braced herself as the warmth surged further, spreading just below her skin, and then –

“Mmmph…”

Her voice was higher than she expected as the green swelled further up her throat, going up against the back of her neck and into her head. She could feel it running down her spine, too, going across her shoulders and into her arms. Bit by bit, the polymorph spell was spreading through her body, giving her the body of a goblin.

That was the plan. She was supposed to go into the tribe, find out what they had and didn’t have, and what they wanted, and then come back. If there were devils involved, she had permission to shed the disguise to present what the facts of the matter were and negotiate. If not, she was to come back and they’d fall on the tribe and kill them.

That was the plan, and it was simple enough that even goblin should have been able to remember it. Yet, as more and more of the transformation took place, she could feel the changes adding up, and she could feel other things taking center stage.

As her breasts pushed against the front of the leather armor to the point where even the loosened straps complained, she realized that she was feeling more through them than she should have been. She groaned under her breath, biting her lips as she felt them growing, growing, pressing hard against the inside of the leather top, feeling the patterns of the leather and seams pressing against her breasts. They were big, full, and…and sensitive. Too sensitive.

“Canto – Nnngh!”

Her protest was interrupted by a sudden bulge of heat in the back of her pants, something that was spreading across her ass cheeks. She tumbled forward for a moment, falling to her knees as her ass started to blow outwards, filling the back of her pants and them some. Even as she continued to shrink from her head to her toes, losing inches by the second, she was still feeling the sheer pleasure of growth and sensitivity.

The heat moved further down, flexing through her thighs and making them thick to match her ass, while slowly stripping away some of the muscles that had been there. It got worse, too, moving up to her sex and settling in there. The heat turned to a fire, and she gasped, a string of drool running down from the corner of her mouth.

“What’s the matter, Sejana? Didn’t you consent to this?”

[i]B-bastard![/i]

She realized what he was doing. He was using a more advanced version of the spell, something that worked on the mind as well as the body. Even as she struggled to get to her feet, she could feel the heat growing, the fire between her legs going right up into her womb, and from there, leaping right to her skull.

It felt like something had set her brain on fire, making it impossible for her to think, impossible for her to reason with herself. The realization of what he was doing went away, leaving her gasping and moaning, one hand helplessly rubbing against the crotch of her leather pants.

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

“What’s the matter, infiltrator?”

“Mmmph…H-horny…”

“I bet you are. That spell will have that effect.”

“Nnngh…need…need…”

“This?”

He opened his robe and displayed his cock, holding out a pale shaft that had a foreskin just barely starting to pull back. He was already hard as a rock, and the scent of him was a little stronger than it should have been. If she had been in her right mind, she would have been offended by it.

She was not in her right state of mind. To the heated goblin, it smelled like sex, and that was all that mattered. She groaned, going to all fours, slowly crawling across the sands towards him.

“Heh, that’s more like it, Infiltrator. You know what you want now, don’t you? It’s the same as what all women want. None of you can think properly without a cock in you.”

There was just enough of Sejana left to be angry, but not enough of her to be able to fight back and do something about this. All she could do was crawl as she continued to shrink. She slid out of most of her clothes, leaving just part of her top and her underwear on, and the underwear was on the verge of ripping right off of her. Her ass had already swelled, swallowing the cloth between the cheeks, and it was pulled right between the new puffy lips between her legs, the green flesh swollen and darkened in a way that her human sex had never been.

She leaned up as she came close, sniffing his cock right below the head. The thick, musky scent was enough to make her breasts grow one last time, ripping through her clothes. The dark green of her nipples showed up easily against the lighter green of the rest of her body, and it made it hard for anyone to miss them.

As she leaned up, she kissed the head, and then the shaft, running her nose and lips along the big thing. It wasn’t that big for a human, really, but compared to her current height, it was huge.

“Go on. Taste it properly, bitch.”

The goblin girl – for she was a goblin now, her nose pushed, her mouth opened with new fangs – looked up at him and hissed. He held up his hand, showing magic, and she looked down. The new, dumb, bimbo of a goblin didn’t want to fight, didn’t want to get in trouble with someone stronger than her.

But she did want cock, and he was offering that. Good enough.

She slithered her tongue along the shaft, tickling it from tip to base and then going back to the head. She didn’t know why she did it, why she wanted it, but the smell of cock was all that she could think about right at that moment in time. She dragged her head down to the bottom again, huffing against it, and then dragged her head back to the tip. Every little lick brought more flavor of cock to her mouth.

Then he put his hand on her head, and the human jammed her down. She gagged as he forced his cock all the way into the back of her mouth, but that was fine after the first thrust. She had space, just not expectation. Too dumb to expect it. Too horny to deny it. That was her, alright. Dumb goblin needing dick.

Sucking away, swallowing to make it a bit easier for her, she worked her head up and down, up and down, taking her time to really get into it. He kept shoving her down, which helped a lot, admittedly, but she was trying to do the work, too.

There was something in the back of her mind that told her that she was forgetting something, something important, but the longer the dick-sucking went on for, the less she cared. She was a goblin, after all, and goblins were good for little more than making pests of themselves and sucking dick.

Oh, and getting fucked, which the human finally seemed to be getting around to. As he pulled his cock out of her throat, leaving him sticky and slick at the same time, he pointed at her and gestured for her to turn around. Sejana did, grinning as she reached down to rub her pussy a few times. She needn’t have bothered, really. She was already wet as could be, and it was clear that the human wanted to rut her hard enough that she’d get even wetter.

Yelping as she was lifted off the ground, she found herself suspended right over his dick. She looked down and realized, belatedly, that he wasn’t aimed at her pussy. The tiny little goblin brain that she’d been left with didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be aiming there. Was he going to fuck her thighs? Use her feet? Was he going to –

Then he jammed her down, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks. She made a big ‘o’ with her mouth as she got it, her eyes going wide as he bumped up against her asshole. He thrust against it, then around it, then over it, and then finally –

POP!

Into it.

The goblin girl gasped, her eyes going wide as that thick, pale shaft popped into her asshole. She would have fallen down, but the human had her suspended by the backs of her knees, already bouncing her up and down along his cock. It didn’t take long for her dripping pussy to cover the shaft in slippery juices as they rolled down to her asshole, and soon, it went from being weird to being hot, and from being hot to feeling amazing.

The goblin girl grinned, reaching down to hold her legs up herself as the human rutted her ass. It wasn’t what she expected, but it felt fucking good. Much better than whatever it was that she’d forgotten.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A young Infiltrator is set to be polymorphed into a goblin to infiltrate a tribe, but her superior officer has other plans.

Tags: M/F, abuse of authority, magic, fantasy, transformation, human, goblin, size difference, intelligence drain, oral, blowjob, facefuck, breast growth, ass growth, bimbo, anal,