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Nementha

This was it. Jax tried to psych himself up. All that treasure, here for the taking. Before tonight was over, he’d be as rich as a king, and he’d probably end up knighted for his brave deeds too! He jumped up and down a few times, punching the air. Yeah! You’ve got this. You just need to…

…slay a dragon.

Suddenly Jax was overcome with nausea. He rushed over to the nearby pond to splash cool water over his face, watching his handsome – if somewhat androgynous – face become distorted by the ripples. Fuck me. A dragon. What the fuck was I thinking?

Jax was kind of an adventurer. Sure, he had done a few simple quests before, delved a few dungeons, and even killed a walking skeleton with a club once. And so, when drunk one night at the tavern, he had confidently told his drinking friends that he’d get rid of the dragon who had been “terrorizing” the countryside. Supposedly. Nobody told the same version of what was happening. Some said that he liked kidnapping princesses, others claimed that he preferred princes. Some said he stole all their riches, and others talked about stolen sheep, instead.

As such, he hadn’t expected there to actually be a dragon. It turns out there was. A relatively small dragon, which had initially made him confident despite those regretful words that’d turn him from nascent hero to village laughingstock if he didn’t go through with it. The problem was that a small dragon was still a dragon, while he was just an average man with a somewhat sharp shortsword.

But it was a small dragon, Jax repeated to himself. He could handle it. Or if not, he could certainly dodge flames for long enough to scoop up a handful of coins and get the hell out of there. One or the other. Small dragons didn’t breathe the kind of baneful hellfire that the large ones did. And it had to be fire, because everyone had told him the one that nested in this cave was a redscale. It didn’t even have any servants yet.

Okay. Jax stood up again and stretched. He craned his neck from side to side, flexing every muscle in his lanky body. The cave yawned open before him like a deep wound in the cliffside. It really wasn’t fair how some people were born into nobility and never had to take this kind of risk to be made for life, he thought. But with a final sharp swallow, he steeled himself and ventured inside, into the unknown.

To his surprise, the cave wasn’t exactly intimidating. There was a floral scent in the air, almost sugary. Something like molasses was the closest thing that came to mind. Maybe syrup? He certainly hadn’t expected a dragon to smell anything like that. Things like brimstone or maybe fish came to mind, but not syrup. As he proceeded deeper, the scent grew downright cloying, and Jax had to fight the urge to cough.

He turned a corner, and behind that corner he found himself face to face with a dragon, who had heard him coming well before he even entered the cave.

“May I perhaps help you?” he asked. No, she. The beast’s voice was distinctly feminine, even for a dragon. She was about the size of a draft horse. More purple than red, and both slender and menacing at once, her body almost perfectly streamlined bar for the curved horns on her head.

Fuck. Jax pulled his sword and charged without thinking. What else could he do? He had hoped he could sneak in and maybe stab the dragon while she was asleep, or at least steal a bunch of the hoard she greeted him from the top of, but right now, if he didn’t attack, he’d just die.

“Well, isn’t that terribly impolite of you?” the dragoness growled. She jumped down from her little pile of gold, jewelry, and shiny rocks to meet the adventurer in proper combat. “You can’t just barge into my home with a sword-”

With a yell he liked to think of as frightful, Jax swung his sword and missed by a mile without the dragoness having to dodge at all. Then, in a frenzy, he swung again, almost hitting her, but she easily avoided him by simply stepping to the side.

“You’d think they’d send a knight, at least,” the dragoness laughed in his face. “You might as well be a kobold with how you handle that sword.”

A kobold. That actually made Jax angry. Even he had beaten a few useless kobolds and sent the rest of them running! He was nothing like those little pests. He raised his sword and charged again, intending to plunge it into the dragoness’ chest.

The moment he got close, she pounced, landing on top of him, and her weight sent both of them tumbling on the coin-littered cave floor. He lost his grip on his sword as his head hit uncaring stone, and it went clattering well out of reach, and after that painful smack, the dragoness was on top of him instantly, pinning him down by the shoulders.

“I suppose I can appreciate the bravery,” she grinned. “But that’s about all you get credit for. I swear, young men desperately trying to prove how masculine they are…”

This was it, Jax realized. He was going to die. He would be eaten by a dragon and even his bones would never be found. Nobody was coming to rescue him, and what had he died for? A chance to not get laughed at the next time he went to the tavern, for failing to complete a task he'd drunkenly claimed to be able to do but everyone knew he couldn't, including himself.

The dragoness opened her mouth, preparing to end it, her maw full of sharp fangs that’d bite through Jax’s skull in an instant, but then she sniffed the air. With a moment’s pause, her expression changed from that cruel, arrogant grin to something curious.

“Oh. I see what the problem is,” she smiled, licking her lips. “You’re one of those. Oh, am I ever familiar with your type.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Jax stuttered. He still expected her to either bite his neck or crush his skull the moment she was done talking.

The dragoness rolled her eyes. “Here you are, trying to murder innocent dragons, and you don’t even know yourself? For a moment, I thought you were after my hoard to pay a wizard for his potions, but no! You’re simply completely and utterly oblivious.”

She sighed. “Even kobolds have more common sense. But fine, let me elucidate what I mean,” the dragoness spoke. “You are a woman. A female soul that somehow got shunted into a male body. That’s not terribly unusual, maybe one in a thousand ends up like that due to some cosmic confusion.”

What? Jax had never once considered himself a woman. He was aware of the concept, but he was perfectly fine as he was, as a man, taking insane risks and trying his hardest to prove that masculinity at any moment, like the moment that had ended up with him here, pinned under a red dragoness. And she wasn't even red, or purple like he'd first thought when he saw her. She was pink, Jax came to realize. He really hadn’t thought any of this through, but that didn’t change the fact that she was being completely absurd. Him, a woman? Preposterous. But he didn’t quite dare to contradict the dragoness, not when he was in such a precarious position.

“But I’m quite familiar with being like that,” the dragoness grinned. “Having been one myself, long ago…”

“You were- you were born as a male?” Jax asked, and immediately regretted doing so when the dragoness’ grin widened into something downright unsettling.

“Not only a male, a human male,” she rumbled. “All easily fixed with the right potions from the right wizard taken over the right period of time.”

While that was rather fascinating, it filled Jax with a sense of dread about what exactly she was now planning if she thought that he was also a “woman”.

Then again, would it really be so bad? Unbidden, those questions began to sneak into Jax’s mind as the dragoness talked about how unhappy she had been in life. She explained how it all happened; how she, just like Jax, hadn’t known about her condition and so lived a rather reckless life of seeking out ever greater risks until one day, she tried to steal from a wizard’s tower. The wizard had been surprisingly understanding, and with a little bit of divination that might not have been entirely consensual, the two had arrived at the root of the matter; Nementha, as she was called herself – she’d had a different name back then, but that had long since been purged from her memories – was not only a woman, but she also wasn't meant to be human either.

The wizard had helped her with that; potion after potion, she had slowly begun to transform, and eventually, this was how she had ended up. It was only when she mentioned that last part that Jax noticed something rather strange; though evidently a dragoness, she had kept her cock, and now that cock was visibly starting to peek from her slit as she reminisced about how good embracing her true self had felt.

While Jax was worried that she'd try to fuck him now, there was a more pressing concern. The dragon’s words struck a chord with him. He had never really been happy; he’d never had a partner, and he had always felt like his body was insufficient somehow, which had been part of why he was trying to prove himself, as if to justify his masculinity.

The thoughts didn’t come easily, but they did come, perhaps aided a little by the strange fragrance lingering in the air. That, in itself, wasn’t too strange; most dragons had some kind of mind-altering powers, but Jax wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was real, or if he was being manipulated somehow. Had those thoughts always made sense, or were they new, forced into his mind by the devious dragoness?

“And to cut a long story short, here I am, now, with my lair invaded by someone in a fairly similar situation. Though you hardly have the soul of a dragon. You do act a lot like a kobold, though…”

Oh, that was perfect. If the dragoness intended for him to drink potions for months, there was bound to be a chance to escape at some point. She’d have to go hunting, and then Jax would slip out, perhaps a little curvier and scalier, but ultimately probably no worse for wear! He didn’t want to be a kobold – anything but – but simply pretending that he wanted it was a surefire way to get out of this predicament instead of getting eaten.

“So, that’s the deal I’m offering you,” the dragoness mused. “You can embrace your true self and be my kobold servant – you can keep the cock, though I certainly intend to fuck your slit regardless – or I can eat you for trying to steal my gold. Though there isn’t really much meat on those bones, is there?”

Jax never had been the largest of men, nor the most masculine, which played a part in why he was now, at least briefly, entertaining the idea of being a woman. But despite that gnawing thought, he certainly wasn’t dedicated enough to the idea to simply accept it. Maybe it’d feel good to have breasts, maybe it’d be nice to be soft and feminine and not have to constantly go on dangerous adventures to prove himself, but it was simply too much of a step to take right now.

“Fine,” he replied, again confident and full of that testosterone-driven bravado that assured him that he’d easily outsmart the dragoness. “I accept. Um, being your… ugh, kobold. Not the being eaten part.”

“A sensible decision. We’ll get that body of your fixed,” the dragoness grinned. “Open your mouth.”

“Um, open my mouth? Can’t I just drink a-” Jax began, only forgetting that he opened his mouth to speak, and in that moment the dragon’s maw engulfed nearly his entire face in an enthusiastic kiss. A sweet scent flooded his nostrils. “-mmph!”

The scent – so intense it was more like a taste – felt like the color pink. But despite it filling both his mouth and nostrils, Jax didn’t dare breathe in. Who knew what inhaling a dragon’s breath would do to him? He had assumed it’d be potions, not this. Not the dragoness’ surprisingly soft lips engulfing his own, and least of all her tongue diving into his mouth.

Try as he might, though, he wasn’t getting away. Jax tried shoving the dragoness, and the result was exactly like trying to push a wall; she didn’t even have to brace herself, and the attempt burned valuable oxygen. Nementha purred like a cat, holding the kiss, her breath cloying, burning everywhere it touched, though not in a painful way, but just enough to make Jax’s head spin. He felt dizzy, all his strength leaving his muscles as he squirmed and tried to get away before it was too late. It wasn’t just the oxygen; it had only been a few seconds, and he could hold his breath for closer to a minute, but rather, there was something hypnotic, sedative, and yet deeply pleasant about her gaseous breath that had him reeling.

He wanted to breathe in and surrender. That was his place, wasn’t it? He was to serve this beautiful dragoness. And his first act would be to accept her breath in his lungs. Alarm bells were going off in his head, and he knew it wasn’t that simple, no matter how seductive the idea of submission suddenly felt. He wanted to resist, and yet, the only thing he wanted even more than that was to give in.

Still, Jax held his ground. He refused to inhale, but Nementha was in no hurry, patiently holding her mouth over his until he was starting to really squirm, desperately needing to breathe before he blacked out and ended up breathing in anyway. Was there any way out? Not that he could see.

Fuck. The situation wasn’t good at all. But how much damage could one breath really cause? It was a weak justification, another excuse for not being the ideal man and throwing the dragoness off. But if he’d just let her have her way once, then maybe she’d relent and he could still sneak off in the dead of night.

He didn’t really voluntarily breathe in, but he knew he’d have to, and when Nementha’s hindpaw found his crotch and pressed down against his cock – which, to his horror, was fully hard, as if he was getting off being treated like this, like he was some weak, helpless little thing – he gasped at the sudden shot of pleasure as his shaft got pressed against his belly. As he did, he inhaled Nementha’s burning, sweet breath deep into his lungs.

“There you go,” she murmured, finally letting go of Jax’s shoulders and sitting back on her haunches. “Now, let’s see. I’ve never actually done this before, so you should consider it an honor to be my very first.”

Jax scrambled onto his feet, only to stumble back down, falling to his knees. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and his vision seemed to lag several seconds behind where he was actually looking, colors and angles smearing into a blur each time he moved his eyes. Some strange urge told him to look at the dragoness, and he did.

Suddenly, she looked majestic in Jax’s dazed eyes, like the very epitome of beautiful, unrelenting draconic femininity. The sight of her made him quiver, the way her stiffening cock contrasted with all those soft, pink features and her slender frame. He wanted to worship her, but when he tried to move, he managed only to fall onto his hands and knees on the cave floor, panting, unable to tear his gaze from her transfixing form. Even her scales seemed more vivid, and the scent had gone from something unpleasantly sweet and cloying to something that made him crawl closer.

“That’s it. Now just let go. You’ll be much happier not having to make decisions,” Nementha chuckled with a firm dominance to her voice. “Now let’s properly kick things off.”

She inhaled in turn, and then breathed out again, and this time Jax saw it happen. A pink gas or mist billowed from her open mouth, quickly enveloping him. His clothes quickly dissolved into little more than rags that fell off him, leaving him naked and exposed before the frightful dragoness, and her breath tingled over every inch of exposed skin. He took in that sweet scent greedily this time, letting it soak into his body. It felt strangely comforting, as if he was exactly where he belonged, where he needed to be.

The changes weren’t immediate, but they were quick. Filled with her transformative magic, a glowing sensation grew, spreading to his nipples and then to his cock, but radiating out to every part of his body. There was no discomfort, only a growing sense of lust and submission that was impossible to fight.

Jax’s chest began to swell out. Little, aching buds at first, but ones that quickly and sensually developed into something more mature, leaving the changing man to stare as he grew breasts. They felt strange and heavy, and more so each time they grew, seemingly with each breath he took. He couldn’t help it; he had to touch them. With trembling hands, Jax cupped his new chest, and nearly fell backwards from how sensitive it was. He looked like a girl, and unlike what he had feared, it felt amazing. Between his legs, he could feel his cock slowly shrinking as it retreated further into his body, a strange swooping sensation accompanying it as his balls pulled up tighter and tighter to his body until his widening hips had grown enough for his body to swallow them, leaving him with the internal plumbing of a kobold.

“That’s better. No unnecessary dangly bits, and well out of the way for when I fuck you,” Nementha growled with growing lust as she watched the human’s crotch smoothen out, leaving only a dripping slit like her own, almost draconic in its plump and inviting shape – kobolds were, after all, a lesser form of dragon – perfect for sliding her cock into when she needed relief. The soon-to-be kobold’s growing submission would keep her shaft limp and soft while getting fucked, as was only proper.

Scales were beginning to grow on Jax’s body. The sight of them spreading across his arms was enough to briefly snap Jax out of the transformation-trance.

“You c-can’t do this to me,” he groaned, mustering what willpower remained in him to fight back the dragoness’ growing influence. The sense of wrongness was immense, and some part of him already wanted nothing more than to obey the dragoness, but he couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t! He was a man, no matter how good and sexy he’d feel as a woman, and he certainly wasn’t a kobold, all submissive, happy, and stupid, worshipping his dragoness. Jax clutched his head, moaning at the sudden headache from trying to fight back, as if his body had already fully surrendered and was trying to forcibly pull his mind along with it.

“I’m already doing it,” Nementha grinned. “But if you’d like, let’s take a little break.”

She laid down onto her side and then nodded towards her cock. “Worship it,” she commanded Jax, matter-of-factly.

“Wh- what? No, I- ugh!” Jax stuttered, a wave of nausea-tinged headache hitting him at even the thought of disobeying. He wanted to fall to his knees and do as the dragoness wanted, and the more he fought that feeling, the worse it got. Yet, while he resisted, his body wasn’t changing further. He still looked like a human, and he knew that he was a girl. No, no! He knew that he was a man. That was- why did he feel so dizzy? Why had thinking that he was a girl felt so euphoric, like finally shedding something that had been burdening him for his entire life? It was a feeling like floating, a lightness that strangely enough seemed to pull him down, towards Nementha’s slowly throbbing, ridged shaft.

Before he knew it, he was crawling towards it. The urge was simply too powerful; not just the urge for the dragon’s cock, but a deeper one to worship her, just like she had told him to, and in the end, Jax was too weak to resist. On his hands and knees, breasts dangling beneath him, he crawled to the dragoness, and the entire way, his body trembled with a lust-filled anticipation. Soon, it was right there in front him, so warm that he could feel Nementha’s heat against his face, her cock so close that he could just stick his tongue out to lick it. But he knew that if he did, it’d further the transformation again.

“Good girl,” the dragoness crooned, and Jax shuddered again. “Now suck it. Embrace your new life.”

But Jax was frozen, torn between those kobold-like urges to worship and his human ones to resist. He wasn’t even sure of what he was anymore, as each time he thought of himself as a woman, that happy, floating feeling returned, contradicting what he at least thought he knew for sure. Instead of doing what the dragoness commanded, he remained in place, unable to make a decision either way.

“Right. I forgot that you kobolds need a firm hand,” Nementha growled. She grabbed him by the neck and pulled his head tightly against her cock. “Now worship.”

That was when Jax’s resistance finally broke. Not in such a way that he fully lost himself, not yet, but more akin to a frenzied need erupting through every fiber of his being the moment he felt that hard, yet somehow feminine dragon-cock rub against his lips. He opened his mouth wide and licked it, and it tasted like pure sex. The feeling of her heat against his tongue was like ambrosia, electrifying even, or like he was licking a very seductive flame.

The transformation immediately began again the moment his resistance faltered. The scales began to creep down his arms, covering his human flesh in the soft yet tough reptilian skin more befitting of a kobold. And as he forced the dragoness’ tapered tip into his mouth and began to suck, his mind was affected more, too. Each time his tongue touched her cock, his thoughts were molded into more submissive ones. More kobold-like ones. The kind that made her shaft taste sweet like sugar and her precum – delivered in dollops onto his tongue as he made her throb – like… gods, he couldn’t even tell. Almost like honey. Something sweet and tangy that he instantly wanted more of.

He felt an intense pressure in his back, just at the end of his spine, where a lizard-like tail was beginning to grow out, wagging with almost pathetic eagerness. His bare feet changed, five toes melding into a mere three, and his heels retreated upwards into a digitigrade posture that’d take some time to get used to. But each little painless snap of a changing bone, each inch of skin consumed by scales, and each strange, stretching sensation as parts of him grew out into more appropriately kobold-like features came with another surge of pleasure that made every moment blur together into growing, foggy ecstasy.

Jax was changing, but it was increasingly hard to care. As he worshipfully sucked on Nementha’s shaft, he felt incredibly small, soft, and empty-headed, like all that really mattered was the praise of his mistress. At the same time, his identity felt like it was melting; it was harder and harder to keep fact from fiction, like the particularly important fact that he intended to escape from the dragon’s den when she was distracted – that thought felt particularly bad because it’d mean he couldn’t give her the worship she deserved – and even his gender.

The dragoness wanted him to be a girl, and so, didn’t that mean that she had to be one? A beautiful, dominant dragoness like that could never be wrong. She knew what was best for her kobolds, and a good kobold wouldn’t question it.

And he was… she was a good kobold, wasn’t she? Her increasingly stubby fingers slipped over the dragoness’ slit, exploring every smooth and slick part she could reach. They pushed down on the meaty ridges of Nementha’s cock, a surge of pride in her swollen, feminine chest each time she groaned and twitched in response, flooding her mouth with a fresh squirt of that delicious precum.

“Y-yes, I want to… to p-please, to…” she stammered.

“Yes? What do you want to do to me?” Nementha pried, a smug grin adorning her perfect features, her wings unfurling in a majestic display as the kobold caressed her cock.

The words seemed to burn in Jax’s mind. It felt both right and wrong to speak them out loud, as if they were forbidden fruit, endlessly sweet and wonderful like the dragoness’ cock, and yet, dangerous, thorny, and fateful.

“To… I want to w-worship you,” Jax choked. Oh, gods. It felt so good to say that her insides clenched at the final syllable, a rivulet of wetness leaking down the side of her thigh.

“Good. Very good. Clearly you just needed a little more encouragement than most,” Nementha purred.

And then, she fixed her gaze on Jax.

“Be a good kobold and lay down on your back. It’s time to make this permanent,” she commanded, in a voice that was utterly impossible for Jax to resist, and she obeyed, only surprised by the eager-to-please yip that she didn’t immediately realize had come from her own… snout. She had a snout. It was elongated, blocking the bottom middle of her vision, and she had been so preoccupied with Nementha’s beautiful, perfect, dominant body that she hadn’t even noticed it growing in.

Permanent? The word echoed through Jax’s mind, as if there was something wrong with what the dragoness suggested. Why wouldn’t she want this to be permanent? What was up with that other echo in her mind, the one that told her to not lay down and spread her legs to show off her beautiful new slit for her mistress? She knew best, after all, and she deserved to be worshipped like a goddess. Why would a kobold run away from her owner?

By now, there was little evidence that Jax ever been human, or male, for that matter. A few bare patches of skin remained on her neck and along her generous breasts. Some vestigial part of her mind demanded independence still, but being pumped full of Nementha’s cum would fix that, wouldn’t it? It would. She let out another yap of excitement as the dragoness moved closer, carefully examining her first kobold.

“Not perfect, but adequate. You’ll do just fine,” Nementha smiled. It was an expression halfway between the smile of a mother and the grin of a hungry dragon about to claim her prey.

Adequate? Jax wanted to be good, to be perfect for the dragoness, and yet she felt that muted panic at the back of her mind as Nementha positioned herself to claim her, heavy cock flopping down to rest against her slit. Would it even fit? If so, just barely; she was just big enough to maybe take it, and for a moment that realization distracted her from all other thoughts.

“Yeah. Once I fill you, all of this will be permanent. You could still run, return to your old self over a couple of months, maybe years,” Nementha whispered in a low, growling tone. “I might even let you. Would you like that?”

She nudged her hips and the very tip of her cock pushed into Jax’s folds. It felt so very, very warm and hard, firm and yet perfectly slick and soft. Wait, what was that? She’d let her escape if she wanted to? Immediately, Jax’s mind was in disarray again, two sets of instincts warring – those of the male human she had been, and the female kobold she was now – over what action to take. She couldn’t possibly let her do it, or that’d be her old life gone forever. That old, terrible life of constantly having to struggle and prove herself by doing stupid things that she had never really wanted to do.

“Lost for words? If you don’t want it, just squirm your way off my cock. You have… mm, until I cum, really. And then you’ll be my eager kobold servant forever,” Nementha told her, in no uncertain terms, and flexed her cock inside the almost fully transformed former human’s slit, where the tip rubbed against Jax’s own, currently limp inside her as if retreating to give the dragoness more space to rut her hard.

And then her hips moved. Another fateful little thrust, and another inch or so of her cockmeat pushed into the kobold’s body. Jax was panicking, and yet, utterly enraptured by how good it felt, how affirming each jolt of pleasure that surged through her body was. Her legs kicked as Nementha thrust deeper. Jax’s head was spinning, but she could feel herself growing wetter, her naturally subservient new body quickly adapting, stretching and conforming to every contour of the dragoness’ shaft just like it was meant to. Like every kobold’s was.

“Y-yip! Rut me, mistress,” a voice called out, shaky and high-pitched, and Jax blushed fiercely as she realized it was her own, almost as if that kobold personality was completely subsuming her own, leaving only a burning need to please, in whatever way she could, even if – perhaps especially if – it involved being a toy for her mistress, a sleeve for her to fuck whenever she needed to take the edge off.

Her claws dug into the ground in a last attempt to resist, despite the dragon’s breath surrounding her and driving her deeper into blissful, dumb submission. She had to- had to-

One final time, Nementha flexed her powerful hips, and hilted inside the kobold. It was a tight fit, one that left Jax panting with pleasure, but with how wet she was, it didn’t hurt in the slightest; there was only an immense stretch and another pang of pleasure as her soft cock was pushed to the side by Nementha’s hardness, surrendering to her mastery.

“Gods, you’re tight. You’ll make such a perfect kobold girl,” the dragoness growled, her lust spiking now that her first servant was properly worshipping her. In her past life, she could’ve never imagined how potent an aphrodisiac it was, being unconditionally praised, loved, adored like a living goddess by a stupid yet quite curvy little kobold. And soon, many more. “Much better look for you than running around with a sword like some would-be knight.”

Jax was struggling, holding on to who she had once been with all her might, and yet, feeling it slip away. Especially once Nementha began to fuck her. She did so with a mixture of draconic dominance and feminine elegance, slowly sliding that comparatively massive cock out of Jax’s body, and then holding there, with just the tip buried inside her, just to throw the kobold off.

“Beg,” she commanded.

That single word shattered Jax’s defenses. Oh, who cared about any past ambitions, who cared about what stupid, masculine ideas of “proving herself” she had valued before. At least, that’s what it felt like as she made the fateful decision to obey.

“Please, m-mistress, fuck your kobold,” she barked. “K-kobold lives to- to serve you.”

“Good girl,” Nementha growled. And then she began to really fuck her new pet, in sharp, jagged thumps that rocked Jax back and forth on the cavern floor.

Jax was in utter shambles, her mind reduced to simply slavering over the fact that she was pleasing and worshipping her mistress exactly the way she wanted to. She was so very soaking wet, and that was a point of pride for her. Her own excitement came purely from feeling Nementha throb inside her overstuffed slit, in watching her expression twist with pleasure. It was that excitement and adoration that drove her closer to climax, much more so than the mundane pleasure of getting rutted.

Not that getting rutted didn’t feel amazing. Though new, it felt like this was how it was always meant to be. Pinned against the floor by a dragon’s talons, her legs spread and her body stuffed to the brim with hard, draconic cock.

Yet, even as she was bounced around like a ragdoll, there was one final moment of panic as the dragoness sped up. Permanent. This would all be permanent if even a drop of her cum got inside Jax’s depths. She’d be a girl forever, and not just a girl, but a kobold.

It was an existential matter, steeped in lust. It felt like trying to make a decision while so drunk on pleasure that she could barely stand.

Jax found herself drooling, her tail thumping against the floor as her body kept worshipping and caressing Nementha’s shaft. She was clenching around it, milking it with almost orgasmic spasms of her strange new sex, as if physically begging for the dragoness to finish. It probably wouldn’t take long; she was tight enough that Nementha was already growling and panting, an intense look of concentration on her beautiful face as she pounded away, racing past those last few minutes before her climax.

Crawl away or not? Nementha had promised that she’d let Jax go if she did. And yet, maybe she was right. Maybe this was everything she had ever needed. A perfect life to embrace as a dragon’s pet.

Jax felt Nementha’s cock swell up inside her, the ridges tugging at her inner walls in a way that made her vision dim, the kobold forgetting to even breathe in the throes of pleasure. She’d cum at any moment, now. And then, there’d be nothing left of the old Jax, beyond a pale and fading memory with her former so-called friends. This was her last chance, the last opportunity to protest and go back, or she could embrace her new life, let herself melt into pleasure, and return as something entirely different.

Cold nights, hard work, and dangerous masculine bravado, contrasted with the love of her draconic mistress, warm nights spend cuddled up with her, and a meaningful, focused task in worshipping her and fulfilling her every wish, whether it’d be with her actions or her body.

In the end, despite all the hesitation, it was an easy choice to make, and Jax didn’t move, not beyond the instinctive little twitches and tremors of her body as Nementha hilted inside her. She held herself there, their slits kissing wetly, and fixed her eyes to the kobold’s.

“Good kobold. Good girl,” she growled, almost breathless, and the pressed her mouth against her newest pet, breathing her lungs full of her sweet, intoxicating, and transformative breath just as her cock lurched the very first time, and then throbbed, hard as a spear’s shaft inside her.

An immense explosion of warmth followed, spreading inside Jax’s body. And that was the last time she ever thought of her past life, that split second between the throb and the heat splattering at the very back of her genital slit, over her limp cock, coating every inch of her insides. Yes. Yes! It felt like heaven, getting that tangible proof that her beautiful mistress was pleased! Jax clenched down as hard as she could, rocking herself back and forth on Nementha’s cock, deliberately milking her as she adored every tensing of her muscles, feasted in her breath and cum as they finished the transformation, locking her permanently into that submissive, curvy shape. It pushed her over the edge, and easily.

An edge that she, in the throes of her blinding, trembling orgasm, couldn’t be happier or prouder over. After all, she was perfect for her mistress. Everything that the dragoness wanted her to be, she was. Jax joined her new owner in climactic pleasure, moaning into her much larger maw as she thrashed in ecstasy, her toes curling in bliss as her body and mind finally fully surrendered and were immediately rewarded with a tidal wave of sticky, white-hot pleasure that surged through her, all the way from her fingers to her toes, and all of it concentrated on her belly, where the dragon’s seed was still pumping into her.

It was like an expression of pure, unconditional love, the breathtaking affection between owner and pet. Jax wanted more, and the dragoness gave her more, buried to the very hilt inside her flexible, malleable body until her cock eventually stopped throbbing, leaving the kobold filled to the brim with cum to the point of her belly looking bloated, as if she were pregnant.

Of course, she couldn’t get pregnant. Well, not yet. If Nementha wanted her to be, though, she’d accept immediately. Anything to please her mistress. Anything.

After a few more minutes of savoring her position, both physically and mentally having utterly claimed the would-be adventurer, Nementha pulled out to leave the kobold leaking with her plentiful seed. Then, rather than simply going back to what she was doing, she curled up around the little lizard for the night. After all, she fully intended to make her soon-to-grow stable of kobolds feel perfectly appreciated. Not that she needed to do much at all, with how little actually happened in their tiny little heads, but she liked doing it, liked actually deserving the worship after changing them into what’d be their true selves for all time.

Jax, for her part, couldn’t be any happier, curling with her dragoness to worship her for the entire night, bar for when she had to sleep. She was already rubbing her wings and feet, both perfect, or whatever part of them she could reach.

Becoming a kobold, it turned out, was exactly what she had always needed. Not that she remembered anything else to contrast it with, but at the same time, she had never wanted to be anything else. All she had ever needed to do was to find herself a dragoness to worship and adore, and unbeknownst to her new self, the past Jax had unwittingly done just that.

She was happy, and she remained so as she eventually fell asleep, in a dragon’s embrace and full of her cum, with the rest of it pooling beneath her scaly body.