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“And the winner is Izon!"

From the arena at Anteronia to the minds of distant watchers, cheers erupt after the latest match. Among them is a young woman and student at the magical academy at Anteronia. Sitting across from her is Zozafina, one of the participants of the Tournament of Pleasure.

“Wow, and to think that the kobolds are so magical and so wonderful. Tik Tik and Izon are just perfect."

Zozafina frowns, stirring the sugar into her drink with a bit of telekinesis. The magician sighs as she lifts the coffee to her lips. “I must say I'm surprised by the tenacity they share, but not as surprised as someone actually summoning me away from my own studies and servants. We've delayed long enough, Matilda. I want to get this business concluded before I'm called away."

“Right, yes, sorry, lady Zozafina," Matilda says, producing a book from her too-small pouch. “Straight from the library—borrowed legitimately by a student… a copy of the tome that you requested."

Zozafina snatches it up, and she peruses the contents within. “A copy of a translation," she responds, her voice taking on a dour note. “But, With the original scattered to the winds thanks to that Tik Tik, I suppose this will have to do. Now then, you wanted a particular scrap of secret magic?" She says, reaching into her cloak and producing a scroll. “Tell no one how you've received this. If word got out about this, then-"

Matilda snatches the scroll and clings it to her chest. “Don't you worry, Lady Zozafina. Your secret's safe with me! Now, is this the infamous spell of Estrasa's that I've been seeking?'' She cracks open the scroll and reads.

“Kobold transformation?" Izon says, reading from the scroll. “An odd spell. After all, most other races find kobolds to be… beneath them." She looks up to Matilda, quirking her head gently to one side.

Matilda motions over herself, sighing. “I've never taken the best care of my body. I figured it would be great to have a 'do-over,' you know? And, when I started watching the Tournament, well, I saw the magical potential that there is in being a kobold. After all, if people underestimate me, then I could use that to my advantage, don't you think?"

Izon rolls the scroll out on the table, nodding. “I think I can manage this, but I can't guarantee it will work. Are you absolutely sure you want to be the test subject?"

“I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Izon prepares the spell's material components, making sure to follow every direction down to the letter. Untested magic cannot be taken lightly, after all.

“Alright, that should be everything. Now, then: step into the circle, and we shall begin."

The student does as she's commanded, taking a deep breath as the wisps of magical energy that already suffuse the room trailing up along her body.

Izon hops off of her seat, raising one hand and reading off of the scroll. The magical words of power slip from her tongue into the ether. The symbols she scribes upon the air bring forth the ancient powers of the cosmos into this room.

Matilda closes her eyes as her whole being becomes one with the world around her. The magic molds her very soul like clay. The beauty all around her is simply breathtaking.

With a gasp, she finds herself shorter than before, shrinking even more. When she opens her eyes, she has to tilt her head back to keep herself eye-level with Izon. Her vision clouds as strands of hair fall out, clinging to her body. She wipes away at the clumps, only to find that her skin itches, becoming drier. New, fresh scales appear beneath, shining and supple. The longer she's in the transformative state, the more the old her simply dissipates, coming off like flakes of snow blown from the top of a mountain or of dandelions on a spring day.

She holds her hand out to catch some of that old essence, only to find the claws of a kobold already there. She touches her cheeks with those claws, feeling the elongated snout, the sharp and pointed teeth transformed from, not replacing, her old set. She gasps, her voice a bit raspy. Her body is so light now, and the clothes upon her are so heavy, so restrictive.

“Here," Izon says, walking up to the girl, “let me help you."

The kobold pulls the former student's shirt up over her head, covering the new kobold in darkness. In this blindfold, Matilda feels more of her body and the changes that she didn't immediately see. Her knees come together, her legs are a bit wobbly. But it isn't from a lack of balance that the kobold tries desperately to hold back. There's something there… between her legs. Growing.

“There!" Izon says, pulling the shirt over her test subject, a bright smile on her blue face. “Much better, yes?"

Matilda stares into those beautiful eyes as if seeing them for the first time. And that monster, growing within the kobold, only grows more.

Those eyes flicker up and down, and Izon frowns, looking at the scroll. “No, wait… this can't be right. You're not-"

And it is then, when Izon is distracted, when the kobold, the male kobold, springs out of his trousers. He tackles her down, growling, with bared teeth and a raging, throbbing member—newly grown and desiring, no needing, to mate.