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“And what are you doing!?" comes another voice. Myre stands before the dark queen, her hands on her hips. “We're just trying to have fun, and you're ruining it for everyone!"

“Oh, really, me? Ruining it?" the Dark Queen asks, fluttering her eyes. “That's preposterous. But who might you be?" she asks, stepping close, her fingers brushing along Myre's horn.

The bard shudders, but she grabs the Dark Queen's wrist, much to Estrasa's surprise. “I'm Myre. Kobold, Bard, Daughter of Xasandra."

Estrasa smirks and says. “You say that like its a surprise to me." With that, she pulls Myre in, spinning her around, her fingers running over the bard's body. “But your power is putting a stopper on my plans. I'm afraid I must distract you if everything is to proceed as planned.

“And what are you planning?" Myre says.

She leans in and whispers into her. “Some real freaky shit. If you're kobold enough to handle it, let's say we're in for the most explosive orgasm any of us has ever seen."

Myre giggles a bit. “Alright, well, if it isn't going to hurt anyone…"

“Oh, I assure you, we'll be rocking each other's worlds."

Krazic lifts a finger and leans in towards the two. “Excuse me, ladies, but Lady Estrasa, weren't you trying to enact some nefarious plan?"

She rolls her eyes and flicks her tail among his tentacles. “It's the holiday season. World conquest can wait for a night of fun, can't it?"

Hearing this, Shir breaks away from Kit Kit's kiss, scrambling out of his hold and barking at the Dark Queen. “No-No, never! Conquest is the most important thing!"

Kit Kit nuzzles his nose against her neck, making her stop her ranting to just sigh and relax.

“Well, don't you worry about that," Estrasa says, snapping her fingers. “Because we're about to take on a form that will allow us to have everything we want."

The circle in the floor glows a bright blue, and every kobold in there lifts off of the ground, joining the others who had begun to ascend earlier. Estrasa holds her arms out and tilts her head back, laughing as she feels the magical power flowing into her.

“This…. This is a… transmutation… f-fusion spell!" Krazic gasps.

“Fusion!?" Kit Kit pokes his head out from Shir's neck, his eyes watering with such glee. “I can't believe it…! It's a holiday miracle!"

Each kobold glows a bright hue the color of their scales before turning into motes of light. They all fly together, swirling into as singularity. The magical energy that erupts from the room blows the door off of its hinges, and smoke billows out.

From the dark room, a claw grabs at the hallway, the figure beyond huffing in a chorus of voices, a pleased coo groaning from their throat.

Meanwhile, in his sleep, Treandalode stirs. His eyes flutter open, and he sniffs the air. The wyrm chuckles and stands tall. “Ah, it seems the party is really getting started." With that, he takes on his anthropomorphic form, spreads his wings, and flies out of the realm of the goddess, heading back to his home.

He returns to the plane in the bathing chamber. Many of his non-kobold guests lay about, basking in the afterglow of some amazing encounter. Trealicia stands proud and straight, looking at the being before her. “Treandalode," she says. “I am Trealicia, Daughter of Xasandra, pleaser of all of these party goers. Though their bodies are exhausted, I have taken into myself their desires and their spirits. Through me, they will experience a greater pleasure they have never felt before. They shall experience this final act through their dreams." She holds her hands out and closes her eyes. “I am the gift given by the goddess Xasandra to everyone here, and especially to you."

Treandalode chuckles and takes a few steps forward. “Well, well, well. This should be pretty fun, then, Trealicia. Such a beautiful name you have."

He reaches out to caress her cheek, only for a portal to appear beside him, where a mechanical arm springs forward, grabbing onto him. “W… what!?"

Trealicia and Treandalode both stare in confusion as the third figure emerges from the hall, a hooded, tall reptilian form of prismatic scales, coated in a thin layer of slime. The figure giggles in a myriad of voices and says. “You aren't going to have the climax of this story without the rest of the partiers, were you?"

Treandalode chuckles as he sees the new figure. “Well, well, it seems the magic I felt was you, wasn't it? How convenient for me that all my guests will come together like this. Would you be a dear and let go of me so I can properly fuck you silly?"

“Wait a minute. I'm not quite done, either." Zuzu springs up, groping Trealicia from behind. The half-dragon gasps, her golden eyes widening. “W… what? This isn't how it's supposed to end?"

“Oh, poor child," Zuzu whispers to her in a husky voice. “My friends didn't go through all that trouble for me to just have a little fun and then get knocked out." She rolls her fingers over Trealicia's nipples as two more slide down, going between her legs, two fingers from one hand wrapping around her shaft as the other hand probes its way into her.

“Well, then, as for you," The kobold amalgam says, walking up behind the dragon and wrapping their arms around him. “Let's have some fun of our own." Tentacles from their slimy form caress up his body and wrapping around his own dragonhood.

Treandalode huffs, staring at the half dragon in front of him. He tenses up his arm and yanks away from the robot arm, grabbing the elven woman by the back of the head and locking lips with her, their lengths crashing against each other, draconic hands grabbing at scaled bodies and smashing against each other.

The kobold and Zuzula stand there as the dragons fall to the ground, then they look at each other and shrug, sliding up to each other. The kobold nips at Zuzu's neck and she groans as she feels up along the kobold's slimy body, her scientific curiosity beginning to overcome her desire for an amazing time, yet not entirely.

Draykan steps back into the room, whistling, and smirks as he sees everything going on. He goes up to Zuzula, pressing his lengths against her rear, sliding up into her, her groans rising out and waking up more.

Volund sits in the corner, grumbling and just watching the festivities pass by. What could he get from this? But soon, Dawn and Charity both sneak up behind him, wrapping their arms around him and squishing their breasts against his cheeks. He hisses, but eventually relents, relaxing as they kiss him on the forehead.