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Part 3

For AkimitsuSeveCan

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

Gauthier was in the chamber for…hours? It felt like hours. It might have been longer, but he felt like he had been pushed to his physical limits. The human sagged against the chains on his wrists, panting as he nearly fell off the wall that he was pinned to. His eyes rolled forward, his head hung down, and his hair was sweaty and bedraggled around the sides of his face. Even in all his adventures, he had never felt this drained before.

However, there was one part of him that felt anything but.

The fighter panted as he glared down at his loincloth. The edge of it had gotten stuck to the tip of his cock some time ago, soaked with pre-cum to the point of going dark. Every little twitch that went through his rod stiffened it further, bubbling through the brown fabric, making the whole thing cling to his cock that much more. It tugged and teased the sensitive head, making him feel just how turned on he was, the tent in his loincloth such that he was sure that his balls and the entire underside were completely exposed.

“Mmmph…nnngh…”

At least the humming had finally stopped. However long he had been tied up, [i]that[/i] had been the hardest thing for him to deal with. Gauthier’s cock had been throbbing for the entire experiment, and he felt like he would do almost anything to cum.

That had to be the point. That had to be what the Conditioning Chamber was for, to turn him into this…thing…that wanted to cum more than anything else.

[i]I know your game. Not going to work.[/i]

At least, that was what he told himself, and that was what he desperately hoped.

The door to the chamber opened, and the stone that blocked the exit was rolled to the side. The same dragon-like thing that had ‘welcomed’ him to the cult stood in the doorway, smiling at him.

“Well, seems that part of you, at least, is enjoying our hospitality.”

“Fuck off,” he muttered.

“Oh, that’s not a very nice way to welcome me.”

“I don’t want to be nice. I want my friend.”

“You want your Lykus.”

“He’s not [i]my[/i] Lykus. I just want him.”

“Heh, loyalty. A rare trait in humans.”

The dragon stepped into the room. There was something blissfully good about having the echoes gone. The door being open helped tremendously with that, and he felt almost free. Despite the chains, the lack of echoes, the ceased vibrations, meant that he no longer focused on the buzz running over his body any longer.

It felt good.

The dragon stopped in front of him, running a scaly finger down his chest. Gauthier managed a low growl in his chest, but it meant nothing to the brute. The reptile smiled at him.

“Look at you. A fine specimen.”

“Whatever you’re planning, I ain’t gonna go down easy.”

“That’s good. We want someone strong, not another weakling.”

“Mmmph…”

“You’re going to make a wonderful Initiate once this is done.”

“Once what is done?”

“Oh, your conditioning…and your transformation.”

“…”

“You don’t think we have all those kobolds naturally, do you?”

“You son of a –”

“Careful what you say, human…or should I say, kobold to be…”

Chuckling, the dragon reached further down, cupping Gauthier’s balls. The touch of scales on such an intimate place had him pushing up on his tiptoes in a vain effort to get away from it, his eyes closing and his breath coming in a soft hiss. The dragon leaned in, whispering in his ear.

“We should thank you. If it wasn’t for you and Lykus…”

“Nnngh…what…what…”

“You’ll see. I’ll not spoil the surprise.”

Just as suddenly as they’d come, the fingers of the dragon were pulled back. He went back to standing normally, panting softly under his breath as his cock throbbed away again. The tip had finally slipped out from under the leather loincloth, the tip of his shaft pulsing, dripping, shiny in the low light of the chamber. The dragon smiled, circling the head with a claw and shaking his head.

“My, my, such a needy shaft.”

“Mmmph…let me go…and I’ll show you how fucking needy I am.”

“Oh, are you threatening to top me?”

“I’m going to wring your fucking neck.”

“I’m sure you’d try. But that’s why we’re not done here just yet.”

Pulling his loincloth forward and covering the throbbing shaft again, the dragon left Gauthier pinned to the wall and just as aroused as he’d been a few seconds ago. He panted for breath, not out of arousal this time, but out of anger and humiliation. He glared at the departing beast, trying to come up with something to say, some parting shot, but…well, it wasn’t easy to come up with something witty at the best of times, and it wasn’t like his brain had that much blood flowing to it.

As the stone door shut him within the chamber once more, he took a deep breath. He knew that the vibrations were going to come back in a moment, but he had to brace himself, had to be ready for it. If he wasn’t –

The humming started rattling through the stones again, a deep, earthy sound that came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He groaned as he felt it vibrating up through his feet, through his legs, and into his dick. It came from behind, rattling through his spine and his ass and spreading through the rest of his body. It ached and burned with pleasure at the same time, rattling things that needed to be left alone.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

His cock throbbed, twitching mindlessly in desperate need, pleasure rushing through it from the soundwaves alone. It was even worse from behind, feeling like something was rubbing against a sensitive pleasure button inside of his hole. Every hum rolled through him like a wave onto a shore, leaving behind pleasure before fading into quiet, and then rolling forward again to take him further.

“Ah…mmmph!”

He thrust his hips without thinking about it, spitting pre-cum against his loincloth, soaking himself with his own musk the more that he dribbled. The cloth was all but ruined, marked with pre-cum and slime that would never entirely wash out. It clung to him, soaking him with the scent of sex, making him smell it, making him aware of his own rutting need.

Gauthier closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the image of Lykus. He had a goal. He would keep to that goal. And if it meant that he had to suffer through this to find his friend, he’d do it…

As long as he could get revenge later.

#

It took him another hour, at least, before he realized that the sounds were doing more than tormenting him with pleasure. Something else was happening, something magical that had started underfoot. He only noticed it when he shifted his weight and realized that the moss no longer felt the same, that it didn’t tickle, but rather rubbed and teased at the bottom of his foot. Half-afraid that the chamber had started growing living plants that would become part of his torment, he looked down –

“Oh…fucking…hell…”

Only to see that there were scales that were starting to peek over the sides of his feet. Considering that it was a golden color, tinted with a hint of rose, it was so different from the color of his skin that he couldn’t see it as anything else. His eyes went wider and wider as he stared at the little pebble-like things forming out of his skin, buzzing to the tune of the humming, throat-singing growl that filled the air and vibrated through the floor.

“You fuckers! YOU FUCKERS!”

He screamed at the top of his lungs, but the vibrations continued, rippling through the air and through him. He dragged himself from the wall, only to feel the same sort of thing wherever his skin had been in contact with the stone walls around him. His ass cheeks had already been pebbled with the same sort of scale pattern, and as he looked down at his outer thighs and hips, he could see that there was something under his skin. Almost like freckles that had started to appear, little splotches and even little bumps where the scales were already starting to take shape beneath his flesh.

[i]Fucking…that’s impossible…that’s impossible![/i]

But there it was, still there.

Even as he hopped from foot to foot, he could see the scales spreading, already running along the spaces between his toes. His feet felt bigger, more sensitive, somehow, like they were meatier along the sole and more vulnerable, despite the fact that they were covered in scales along the underside, now. The vibrations increased in volume, or at least, felt like they did, and the skin along the tops of his toes started changing color, his toenails going back and almost pointed at the ends.

“FUCK YOU! Stop this, you – nnnngh!”

The transformation was not stopping. If anything, the ‘singing’ was getting louder, changing him, warping him the longer that it went on. Though the parts of him touching stone had been the first changed, from being so exposed to the vibrations, that didn’t mean that the rest wasn’t following suit. He could feel it hitting his chest, his arms, his legs, even his cock. The transforming sound rippled off the walls, bouncing back and hitting him just like it was hitting the stone itself.

Gauthier could feel his hair starting to fall off, severed at the base, falling down over his shoulders and over his arms. He groaned under his breath as he felt himself going bald, two hard points in his scalp getting harder, firmer, harder to ignore.

[i]Horns,[/i] he realized.

Even as he curled his hands into fists, he could feel a similar change hitting his fingernails, turning them to claws, making them scratch at his palms. He should stop, but at the same time, he gritted his teeth against the pain and tried to focus on that, seeing if it could break the progress of the spell.

It didn’t.

Gauthier groaned as he felt the scales running along his arms. The feeling of it replacing his flesh was subtle, but now that he was aware it was happening, he could just make it out. It felt almost like when one held something too tightly, and that something was hard, almost sharp. The feeling of that pressed against one’s palm, just on the verge between being uncomfortable and painful, that wonder if it was going to scrape or cut or damage the skin? It was like that, muted, but all over as the scales pushed through and took the place of his skin.

Every change rippled through him as a reminder of what else he had lost. Gauthier could feel it rippling through him, taking one bit of humanity from him at a time. The hair that he’d lost on his head started to echo across his body. Body-hair that had been all but cut free during the transition to being scaled started to fall off in clumps. The thatch of it around his dick fell free, leaving him bald and smooth down there, and the bits on his back and legs was just the same.

As he stood in a pile of wiry hair, something else happened. The vibrations got stronger, leaving him limp, shaking, weak. His knees rattled, bent –

CRACK!

And the chains pinning him to the walls shattered. He fell, but because he was so weak, he fell flat on his face.

Flat on the vibrating floor.

Flat onto the magical vibrating floor.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

The fighter was so drained that he couldn’t even roll onto his back, and the vibrations had a direct link to his face. Not only did the singing vibration rattle the horns right out through the top of his head, but he could feel his jaw changing, pulled, warped by the sound, dragged forward and pulling his nose along with it.

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

He could feel the boxy shape emerging from his face, could feel the way that his teeth were dragging against his tongue. They were getting longer, more curved and beast-like, and his tongue was doing the same. He drooled through the gap between his lips, long strings of slime that made him feel like he was some slavering monster.

The same scales that covered him everywhere else rolled along his face, displacing his lips and giving him a muzzle. He stared down it, realizing that it looked familiar. Not dragon, but –

[i]Kobold.[/i]

He was like a giant one of them. He was becoming a giant –

The song, the vibrations changed, and he realized that they weren’t done with him. He was barely able to get to all fours before the song came back, but this time, changed. It pushed down on him rather than surrounding him. Rather than tingling along his skin, it felt like it reached up and grabbed him in a fist, compressing him from all sides.

Gauthier screamed again, almost falling over once more as he felt the pressure of the magical song pressing on him from all sides. Everything ached, and everything felt like it was trying to crush him.

His spine cracked, and he felt like someone had shoved him from shoulders to ass. Some of that cracking pressure echoed out through the base of his spine, some small bump appearing there, but then –

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

The compression kept happening, almost like the song was determined to break him down, to shove him into something smaller. His arms ached, and so did his legs, feeling –

Click.

Crack.

Clack.

“Ah…mmmph…nnngh…”

He almost wanted to throw up from the disturbing, crushing, condensing feeling that was rippling through his body. Everything felt off, wrong, like he was the wrong shape, the wrong size, just…wrong. Gauthier tried to push himself up, only to lose his balance and fall on his side, rolling onto his back.

He felt it, then. The thing that had popped out of the base of his spine and was currently running between his legs. Small tail, small spade of a tail that just barely managed to cushion his balls and keep them off the floor.

[i]Nnngh…[/i]

Dizziness overtook him as he stared up at the ceiling. Crush, crack, slick, snap. The feeling of his bones getting condensed, hardened, shrunk down the more that the song went on was bad enough, but the wrapping, shrinking feeling of his scale-flesh was almost worse. It was like he was being suctioned out, pulled down, everything compressing on itself. Things were heavier, stronger, but also [i]wronger[/i] than they had been.

He stared at the ceiling, unable to look away as the song continued to ripple through him. Eventually, the sickening feeling was enough to make him black out, and he was grateful for the mercy that offered.

#

When he woke, the song was over. Gauthier immediately regretted falling unconscious, not knowing what the song might have done to his mind, but knowing that it couldn’t be good if he had been transformed by it. If it was that strong, then he had something far more serious to worry about.

[i]What happened to – no, me. Look at me.[/i]

Dragging himself upwards and doing his best not to think too much about the fact that he felt like he had less reach, less height, less everything, he made himself walk towards the wall. Even the feeling of his stride felt off, like he was walking in shorter steps than he did before, and he had to fight that sense of vertigo and wrongness that was always there.

He made it to the old chains, and he lifted his head to look at them. The place where his arms had been tied was so far off the ground that he would not be able to reach them again. The place where his ass had been rubbing against the mossy wall was where his head was now.

[i]Half…half my old size…[/i]

Gauthier wobbled at the feeling of loss, but he managed to stay on his feet. Only just, but he did. He looked down.

His hands were no longer the big, strong hands of a warrior, but rather the scaled appendages of a monster. While he still had opposable thumbs – thank fuck – his hands were gnarled, knobbly, and the knuckles didn’t look quite right.

As he turned his hands this way and that, he pressed them to the shackles that had fallen, broken, to the floor. His hands were the size of a child’s, something that wouldn’t be able to lift his old sword, let alone wield it. He’d lost so much more than just his humanity to that song.

The rest of his body wasn’t much better. Smaller than he had been since before his teenage years, Gauthier had lost most of his muscle, too. Oh, sure, he still had more than the kobolds that he’d seen in the caves, but that didn’t mean much against other monsters.

[i]Not a fighter anymore, am I?[/i]

He was surprised at the calm that had settled on him while he was contemplating this, but he supposed that it was due to the fact that he could afford to be a little fatalistic at the moment. Things had gone to hell. There was no denying that.

The two things that had [i]not[/i] shrunk were his genitals and, oddly, his feet. He looked down at his cock and balls, and could hardly believe just how out of proportion they were to the rest of him. His cock was probably bigger than both hands could actually hold onto, and his balls were just as large, heavy enough to actually force him to stand with his legs apart. His thighs could not touch with how big they had become.

The loincloth had probably fallen off during the last part of the transformation, because it was nowhere to be seen, but his cock was actually a bit shiny. It almost looked like the pre-cum that he had been oozing during the whole ‘conditioning’ had become a solid thing around his shaft. He reached down to touch it, and he realized that it had. There was something there that kept him from getting completely soft, a restrictive resin that held him by the base of the cock and forced his shaft forward.

[i]What the fuck?[/i]

He couldn’t entirely touch his cock, either. It was there, there was pressure, but it was like something was between him and his dick, something that kept him from giving himself the stimulation that he needed –

[i]Wait, what?[/i]

He didn’t need…what was he thinking?

Gauthier ripped his hand from his dick, shaking his head as he blushed up a storm. Before he could think further, the stone door moved again.

This time, it was a different Blessed. A dragon that stood more than twice his size loomed over him, green and white scales glistening, and a cock –

A cock…

A throbbing…heavy…

Gauthier slapped himself, though it only got his thoughts moving again, and didn’t quite stop his huffing and puffing as he looked away from that thick rod. It was burned into his mind, a shaft that was nearly a foot long, throbbing, tapered at the tip with long, veiny lines running down both sides that looked hard enough to tickle at one’s insides with every thrust. The smell was already filling the room, and his head was going funny.

“Nnngh…”

“Heh, it seems that the Conditioning Chamber’s done a number on you, little guy,” the new dragon said. “Are you alright?”

“Nnngh…I’m not…”

“Hmmm, are you saying that you need to be tied up for a little longer?”

A more unappealing idea could hardly exist, and he rapidly shook his head. The dragon chuckled.

“Good, good. Now, come.”

He wobbled as he walked, desperate to get out of the chamber more than anything else. He barely noticed that he walked right by the dragon’s hard-on, barely remembered to duck his head to avoid getting marked by pre-cum as he did.

And then, he was outside.

Then, he was in the city again.

The ruined city loomed before him as a far more majestic thing than it had been. Partially, it was the fact that he was smaller, so the whole place looked bigger. Much bigger. Mammoth, as a matter of fact, with even the most meager of ruined houses feeling like they dwarfed him like palaces. He looked towards the center, at a temple that loomed over the entire city, and –

And something drew him there. Something that pulled at his core, just over his groin, something that made him both aroused and hungry. Something that told his monster-brain that he belonged there.

Gauthier took one step forward before stopping himself, pinching his nose. The dragon smiled, rubbing his back.

“Ah, you feel it. The call to serve.”

“Nnngh. I’m not…this isn’t…”

“Hmmm, sounds like someone needs the Conditioning Chamber, after all.”

“…”

“No?”

“I’ll…I’m confused,” he said, trying to come up with the best, most reasonable thing that he could say that would not get him thrown back in that stone room. He couldn’t take that. Not again, not more of that. “I don’t know what’s happening, what I’m feeling.”

“Oh, that’s understandable, little Initiated. It takes a little while to learn all your new instincts. Come here. Let me calm you down a little bit…”

Gauthier didn’t understand, not even with the hand on the back of his head. Not until it was too late. The pressure on the back of his neck and head drew him towards the green and white dragon, and then –

Squish.

Sniff.

“Ah!”

Gauthier gasped as his nose was pressed flush against the dragon’s balls, the raunchy, sweaty scent of the wet scales dragging his head down into a different sort of headspace. He rolled his eyes back before he could think, and his cock jumped, pushing against the soft-resin that covered it.

“Mmmph…ah…”

“That’s it. Breathe in. Your conditioning will tell you what you need.”

Conditioning. Conditioning to –

He breathed in again, that hot, soft, warm smell breaking him down, running through his mind, rustling through half-buried monster thoughts. The song had left more in him than just a new body. It had given him a need. A happy, desperate need that tingled from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes, and echoed hard just under his tail.

That little spade of a thing flipped up, showing off his ass again, his pucker starting to twitch before he realized it. Gauthier’s cheeks burned in humiliation, but the blush was hidden in the rose-gold scales that he now had.

[i]What’s…what’s wrong with…me…[/i]

Whatever it was, it was burning through his body at an alarming rate. His cock went from half-hard to throbbing hard, and it oozed. Not out and dripping any longer, but through that strange coating that covered it, running in slime that soaked his cock further, enhancing his own scent, running through it to the little, barely-there gap at the base of his cock. The more he dripped, the more pressure built up, giving him a half-knot of fluid before it started draining away, running down his balls as he sniffed at the dragon’s pair.

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

“That’s it, Initiated. Just relax on the scent of the Blessed.”

“Relax…on…”

“Suck it down, enjoy it, relax.”

“Relax…”

“Breathe in…”

Gauthier did as he was told, sucking down the hot ball-scent of the big dragon, feeling it entering his lungs. It rolled around in there like some deep incense, and he moaned, his tail going up further, his hole puckering more, his cock throbbing like he had just seen the hottest woman of his life.

“Breathe out.”

And he breathed out, feeling all that heat rushing out of him, his cock staying hard, the excitement staying in him.

“Isn’t that better?”

“Mmmph…better…”

The dragon stepped back, giving him the chance to put his head on straight again, though it was scarcely that easy. He groaned under his breath as his thoughts started firing again, one by one coming back.

It was terrifying to realize how easily the dragon had taken control of him there, how much his body wanted to submit to that scent and beg for more. He had never been that sort of hedonist in the past, never allowed anyone that sort of power over him. Hell, he’d never even gone for men like that, always preferring a slippery hole under him rather than…that.

But in that moment, all he’d wanted was to submit to the dragon, and he felt a horrifying insight as to how the kobolds had shouted him down before. They were devoted to the dragons, completely, and they were like that without being shoved right into the balls. If they had been put where he was, he imagined that they would have been whimpering, whining, begging for more of that scent, wishing to worship the dragon to the extreme.

[i]That’s what they want me to become…[/i]

That was horrifying. They had already turned him into a kobold in body, but obviously, the conditioning was meant to take it further. They expected him to be partly there already, and now…

Now they could do more without needing to use the chamber. All the chamber would do was hurry it along, make it harder to escape.

[i]If they suspect that I’m not conditioned…not enough…[/i]

Then he would be thrown right back in there, right back in the singing and the vibrations, and he would lose what little of his mind he still had. There’d be nothing left of him, nothing left of the fighter that had come searching for Lykus. If he let on in the slightest, he would be completely doomed.

So, he would have to lie. He’d have to do whatever it took, say whatever he had to, do whatever they asked to keep from revealing what he still had in the back of his skull. If he could protect that last little bit of himself, then maybe, just maybe, he would be able to survive.

Lykus was here. They said that he was here, and that he was safe. Maybe he was working for them, too. The warlock was better than him with magic. Maybe the wolf had made a deal.

[i]If I can find him, we can escape together.[/i]

There was hope there. Not much, but some, and that would do for now.

“Initiate?”

The dragon brought him back to the moment, dragging him out of the haze that still fogged his mind. Gauthier looked up at the bigger male, trying to avoid looking at that massive, throbbing cock. It kept pulling his eyes down, trying to drag [i]him[/i] down again, too.

“Nnngh?”

“Do you know what you need, now?”

“…I…I think so?”

“Hmm, then show me.”

The dragon stood with his legs just slightly spread, his hips moved forward just enough to put his cock on display. Gauthier could guess what that meant, and though he groaned on the inside at the thought of putting such a vile piece of anatomy in his mouth, he had already decided to hide that he wasn’t conditioned. He’d have to try. Just for now. If he could just keep his focus on that…

He walked over to the dragon again. The musk in the air was already going right to his cock, helping him stay horny, making him throb and drip. Looking down, he could see his cock was all but swimming in pre-cum, the mess of it making the resin around his shaft balloon outwards, swelling and churning before it oozed out at the base. The shape there was amorphous, changing and swelling and shrinking.

[i]I’m going to stink. I’m going to stink so bad of cum…[/i]

Shaking his head, he looked up at the dragon’s tapered tip again. He could smell it, the thick musk burning his nostrils, reminding him that he would be servicing a monster, and a monster male at that.

[i]Just pretend…[/i]

Gauthier leaned in, the tip resting against his lips. He wanted to be disgusted, to be angry, but his body forced him to enjoy it, to throb, to wish that he was bending over to take it rather than just shoving his face against the shaft. It took all of his willpower to not turn into a horny, needy kobold in that moment, to avoid the utter shock to the system that came the first time that he breathed in the scent.

[i]Just pretend…[/i]

He opened his mouth, allowing the tapered tip to rest on his tongue. The taste of salt, sweat, and more spread over his mouth, soaking into his tongue, his teeth, along the insides of his cheeks. There was no escaping it as it slowly rolled back, touching the back of his muzzle, and then sliding along his tongue again. He didn’t quite gag, but there was the desire to push it out.

He wasn’t fully conditioned. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing for doing something he didn’t want to do.

[i]Just pretend…that this is Lykus…and you’re doing it for him.[/i]

It still felt wrong to think that, but it was motivation, and that was what he needed. Gauthier closed his mouth around the dragon’s cock and started bobbing his head like a good little kobold. The fact that dragons used the beasts like this should have shocked him, but on some level, it didn’t.

He just wished it didn’t feel so right to have a dragon’s cock in his mouth.

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

Summary: Gauthier continues his conditioning, as well as beginning his transformation.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Transformation, Musk, Corruption, Pre-cum, Cock Sleeve, Oral, Blowjob, Size Difference, Shrinking, Bondage, Forced Arousal, Series, Fantasy,