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The thief has long sought the entrance to the dragon’s lair, and is ready for anything with his slight frame covered in tight-clinging clothing that leaves little to the imagination on his lithe form and his long hair tied up in a ponytail stashed under his hood. His vibrant eyes twinkle as he sees the dragon’s minion, a blue kobold, unarmored and unclothed. He pulls out a dagger from his belt and creeps quietly, his bound feet not making a sound as he slinks his way towards his enemy.

Suddenly, his foot punches a hole in the ground, a pair of manacles wrapping around him with a loud “clank!”

The thief gasps and reaches for the the manacle, only for three more to shoot out of the walls and grab his wrists and other ankle. His dagger clatters to the ground with a defeated deafening ding.

The kobold turns around, chuckling with his hands on his hips. “Well, well, well, look at you. We got ourselves a little thief here.”

“Little!?” The thief barks through his face mask. “You’re one to talk, you lizard!”

The kobold shakes his head and steps forward, his hand grabbing between the thief’s legs, squeezing at the junk between. The thief blushes under his mask and gulps. “Yep,” the kobold says, with a quick nod.

“Little, but you’re pretty easy on the eyes. So, I’m gonna give you a choice. Either you do as I say now and live, or I call my master in here and he’ll roast you on a spit, nice and good.”

The thief decides its best to bide his time and he boasts. “Alright, fine! What will you have me do?”

“First,” the kobold says, walking over to his workbench and pulling out a potion bottle, “open wide.”

Luckily, the chains have enough slack to allow him to kneel down. Now eye level with the kobold, he stares him dead in the face and says. “Fine. Pour it in.”

The kobold yanks his mask down, the thief opening his mouth, but staring at him with a defiance in his eyes. The kobold grasps the thief’s cheeks, pushing his face back, and pours the liquid down his throat, shutting it immediately to prevent any funny business.

“So,” the thief coughs after drinking it, shaking his head. “The hell was that supposed to do?”

“You’ll see…” the kobold says, getting onto his own knees now. He picks up the knife, and the thief pulls against his chains. “Hey, what the hell? Don’t use tha…” but as he speaks, he stops, crying out in shock as, suddenly, horns grow out from his head and the foot-wrappings of his outfit burst open, revealing clawed toes. “W… what!?”

The kobold hushes him, drawing the blade at the waist, ripping open the thief’s outfit. He tears the pants down, revealing his small, yet erect cock. “The fun is just starting.” He wraps his clawed hand around it and leans in, licking over the tip.

The thief’s eyes roll black, turning slitted and lizard like, his mouth opening in a groan as sharp teeth replace his human ones. The back of his pants rip away as a tail bursts out, falling to the floor. Meanwhile, the kobold lets go, wrapping his arms around the thief’s tight butt and taking the small dick into his mouth, bobbing up and down into his snout.

The thief’s snout pokes out, as he grunts and groans from the change in his body and in the actions of the first kobold. Soon enough, the chains fall away as his wrists shrink in size, and his skin tight sleeves flop around, becoming too large for his frame.

When the kobold pulls his mouth away, the member is no longer the dull tanned blunt phallus, but a tapered red tip. The thief squeals in confusion, but his little kobold body cries out in desire he never thought he head. The original kobold licks his snout and grabs the new kobold’s wrist, pulling him away from the human-sized trap.

The thief stumbles free, his tattered clothing falling to the wayside as he falls, naked, onto his hands and knees. “Please…” he gasps. “What have you… you done to me?”

“I’ve made you a new minion for my master… and a plaything for me!” The original kobold chuckles. He grabs the new bold’s tail and hoists it up, showing off his tail hole. “Now, brace yourself!” he shouts, holding his own erect member.

The thief cries, his eyes becoming narrow slits as the crimson spear penetrates inside of him. His small kobold dick no match for the larger one spreading him from the inside. He claws at the floor, whimpering and shaking his head as the original kobold thrusts away, his hips slapping against a firmly toned butt, built for sneaking, but now used as a fuck toy. All the while the thief curses himself, not for getting into this situation, but for how he doesn’t try to stop it now. The reason being…

“You’re enjoying yourself!” The kobold says, laughing with each loud, slapping thrust he gives. “Go ahead, say it! Say it, and I’ll give that dick of your some more attention!

The thief lowers his head, his groans getting louder, but he doesn’t say.

“Suit yourself!” he said. “It just might not be as fun!” he reaches up now, grabbing the thief by the horns, pulling his head back. The thief shouts, his tongue rolling out now. The utter dominance something he had never experienced before. Soon enough, he finds the pressure building up inside of him erupting out, spilling onto the floor.

The original kobold lets go of him, letting him fall down and splash into his own cum stain. The kobold pushes the thief from the side with his foot, rolling him over. His stomach glistens with his own cum, but the original kobold smirks down at him, firing off into his own orgasm and covering the kobold with his own sticky fluids!