Chapter 8

SAND

“Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!” Sand whined as she slowly reahced out with her hand, using the very tips of her claw-fingers to close around the back of the ratty, wrapped up carpet. “Why are we doing this? How did we get here?”

Sand’s horrible, awful, no good Kobold, her arms crossed over her chest, her face grim, watched her without pity and without remorse. “Just ... get it over here.”

“Uuuuugh!” Sand whined.

She hauled the awful, damp weightiness around. It slapped down next to the trash heap while Samwyn shook his head, then took his heat off. “Tis as I feared,” he said, quietly. “She’s here.”

The carpet slapped down, half rolled open, and a single pale arm flopped free, tipped with partially extended claws. Mavlynn reached out, then drew her hand back, her fingers touching her lips. Sand leaned over and saw the empty, stairing eyes of the corpse. An elf girl, pretty and tough looking – relaxed in death, and dripping with moisture as rain pattered down on the metal awning over the trash pit. Sand whimpered, then looked back at Mavlynn.

“Do you know her?” she whispered, softly.

Mavlynn nodded.

“Slake,” she whispered.

MAVLYNN, A FEW HOURS AGO

“You know what this reminds me of?” Mavlynn asked as she walked towards the bar that Sand had picked randomly off the internet. “When I first met ... Slake.”

Gasp! Sand asked. Who is Slake?

Mavlynn chose her words very, very carefully. The tiny dragon inside of her brain was still quite happy and eager to yank and grab at her ability to speak any time it detected that she was going to spill the beans about being turned against her will into a kobold. “She was an old doorkicker I worked with, before I decided to become a kobold.” Technically, she had decided some things. Maybe. Kinda. If you squinted.

Maybe we’ll meet her! Sand said as Mavlynn pushed open the double doors to the DRAGON SPEAR and looked around slowly. Her heart lumped in her chest – excitement buzzing along her nerves, while Sand quivered all over her body. The poofy had she had formed almost deflated in excitement as Mavlynn took in the bar. It was a bit less of a total dive than the CUM Pit, for one thing, it hadn’t been named the CUM PIT at any point in its existence. The doorknicks who lived around here ... were rich. Well, not rich. They were well to do by doorkicker standards – with flash new garb and gear, shiny new implants, and gold to spend. The music was fierce and feral, and the elf girl stripping by the bar looked as if she was actually enjoying swinging herself around and around the pole. The bar had a large, healthy looking tap who was splayed across a few metal bars, his dick hanging free as he actually watched the stripper move along. The barkeep gave her a big grin between his thick mustaches while Mav shouldered her way between two well dressed kickers and gave him a nod back.

“Straight piss please,” she said.

“Right up,” he said, taking hold of the dragon’s dick, aiming it at a tankard. “You in off a kick?”

“Fresh in town, actually,” Mav said.

“Heh, welcome to Wyrm City, buddy,” the man said.

Behind her, a cold voice spoke.

“This seat was taken, Nechte.”

Mav ... had been pushed around a lot over the past few days. She had her brain fucked with. A dragon was in there, in fact. She had had her body, her will, her soul itself reshaped. And now, she was out on the town in a combat capable augmented kobold body, wearing her mistress’ daughter like a fine three piece suit, and she realized that the voice behind her did not belong to a dragon, it didn’t belong to a mysterious man who ran the evil organization that trafficked in living people to be turned into fucktoys. It belonged to some lowly, barely functional street-dwelling wanna be adventurer who made their money by kicking in doors and killing corporcs.

She didn’t have to take shit.

She picked up her tankard and started to drink. And drink. And drink. And drink.

Fresh from the dragon’s dick, the mana rich liquid was warm and fierce and it left her belly bubbling with the energy. She slammed the wooden tankard down and slowly turned around to find that she was facing a short, squat looking dwarf who had modded dragon fins onto his head. His right hand had been hacked fully off and replaced with an enlarged dragon claw, the bladed fingertips as long and as sharp as small knives. He grinned, showing her a lot of sharp teeth. He was flanked by the two rogues she had stepped past, the two of them both elves in black leather jackets, sunglasses covering their eyes, though she could see both of them had standard dragon ports on their wrists for jacking into the dragon lines that threaded every machine in Wyrm City together.

“Was it?” Mavlynn asked, her voice a low, quiet purr. She wondered if maybe Sand would tell her to tone it down. After all, she was her owner’s daughter, she could order Mavlynn to back down and Mavlynn would have to listen to her.

Fuck you’re hot, holy shit, Sand said.

“We don’t like random new nechtes from other cities trying to muscle into our favorite seats when we’re fresh off a hot kick,” the dwarf said. “Now, unless you wanna get poleaxed, I say, you should get the fuck out.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. The big thumb, to be clear. He could move that clawed, massive hand remarkably fast.

“ ... so, like, do you jerk off with that hand, or what?” Mavlynn asked, the beer making her feel light and bouncy.

The dwarf’s eyes widened at her.

“I was just wondering, cause, it looks like you’d have a hard time noticing you even grabbed anything, so much bigger than your dick and all,” Mavlynn said, smirking down at him. “I heard dwarves were short, I didn’t think they were tiny too.”

“Tik, Tok,” the dwarf growled. “Hold this fruity out of towner in place, I’m gonna show her why they call me Big Claw.”

“Hey!”

The voice behind her was the barkeep. He was pointing with one finger at the four of them. “You break anything, it’s on your fucking tab!”

Mavlynn shrugged, spreading her hands, then smirked down at the dwarf. She felt the buzzing rush of her adrenaline, pumping in her veins. She didn’t have anything to be afraid of. She felt alive and free for the first time since ... she blinked, and nearly lost her entire head because she was struck so profoundly by the realization that she hadn’t even felt this good before she had been captured and turned into a kobold. In that moment of distraction, Big Claw stepped back, then very carefully swung his claw up in a curving arc, clearly planning to completely disembowel her. Time seemed to slow as Mavlynn’s wicked fast reflexes kicked on, her nerves buzzing with energy. If she stepped back, she was pretty sure that his claw was going to smash into the bar and she’d have that on her tab. So, instead, she stepped in, to the side, grabbed onto his wrist, twisted and hurled. The dwarf, clearly not expecting anyone to try something as foolhardy as grappling a dwarf, was a bit off balance.

Normally, this would not have mattered. He was a dwarf. They were a people who were uniformly low and broad.

Hard to throw.

Mavlynn flipped him over her shoulder and brought him smashing down towards the stool she had been sitting on. Before he struck it, she snapped her leg up and caught his spine on her knee. The crunching noise of the impact and the whuff of air that escaped his lungs drew everyone’s attention, even as she dropped him to the floor, where he groaned and wheezed. Mavlynn shot a dizzying, dazzling smile to the barkeep, who blinked at her.

“Nothing broken,” she said.

“My back...” the man groaned, writhing on the floor. He kicked his legs. “Ah. Fuck. I think you threw out my back, you poof hat bitch.”

Mavlynn felt her euphoric rush fade a bit. She reached into her pocket, and found that the small bag of gold that she had snagged on the way out – what Sand had referred to as her ‘spending money’ – was cinched tight. The bag’s mouth kept tugging out of the way of her fingers. Sand, Mavlynn thought.

But it’s myyyy golllld! Sand whined, as mavlynn forced her fingers in, pulling a few coins and setting them down. “Get him a healing potion,” she said, and with her concscience salved, her eyes flicked to the two rogues. The elves were twins – both nearly identical, their hair pale white, their faces making it hard to pin down exactly which gender they were. Mavlynn had once heard an orc grumping that only elves could tell when an elf was one gender or the other sometimes, but the truth was ... even elves were a bit confused on the issue sometimes, especially if the other elf was really trying for angrogeny, as both of these two were.

However?

They were still cute.

Oooh! Sand’s entire focus perked up as Mavlynn considered trying something subtle. But fuck it. She was dressed as a streetknechte. She had a codpiece. She might as well swagger it out. “This guy boring you?” she asked, stepping over the groaning dwarf. “Maybe you should hang with a kicker who knows her way around an ear...” She grinned, wickedly – as the two elves flushed at such a brazen reference to their erogenous zones. The two elves squeaked as her arms looped around their waists and drew them both against her with every bit of her strength. One hand pressed to her belly, another hand on her shoulder, the two elves touching her more out of shock than out of eagerness. But then she felt those fingers rubbing along her belly, feeling her muscles through the tight shirt she wore under the breastplate ... and knew she had them.

“Y-You brute,” one whispered.

“We’re not ... toys!” the other said.

Mavlynn chuckled. “Then why do I want to play with you two so badly? Come on ... we can go somewhere private and handle introductions there, eh?” She reached down and cupped both of their asses, making the two elf rogues bit their lips, their visor-covered eyes darting aside. Their pale, pale cheeks flushed and they allowed Mavlynn to head back towards the quiet corner of the tavern, where a set of stairs led to rooms and chambers for travelers and adventurers who needed a place to rest. Heading up the stairs, Mavlynn wondered how she could pay the coin operated door for one of the rooms without taking her hand off one of the girl’s asses, but a coin flicked out of her own pocket without her needing to do anything, landing directly in the door.

Heh, thought it was your gold, Mavlynn thought to Sand, her head swirling. To call this a power rush was an understatement. It was as if she had started rolling nat20s with every single thing she chose to do.

Was this what...

Was this what dragons felt like? Being a dragon?

Mavlynn had to admit, she could get used to it. She gently pushed the elf twins into the room as she swaggered in after them, the door closing behind her. The two twins sat on the bed in the smallish room, looking at her with wide eyes.

“W-We don’t normally ... do this,” one said.

“But there’s something about you ... I ... I’ve never met a necht that’s so... confident. How many doors have you kicked?” The other asked, their hand reaching up, tugging the visor off to reveal blood red eyes to match their pale skin and white hair.

“Enough,” Mavlynn said, smoothly, tugging off her hat and tossing it away. “The name’s Mavlynn, by the way.”

Creative, Sand said, her voice dry.

The elf twins watched her intently, their eyes bright, focused. “Mavlynn...” one said.

“I’m Spark,” the other said, their lips quirking up. “And that’s my sister, Socket.”

“We’re from the techwastes,” Socket explained. “My sister and I moved here to find a better life – McClaw seemed like a good bet. But...” She shivered. “Y-You’re so much more intense than I thought possible.” Her nose flared and she breathed in a heady rush of air – as if she was snorting up a drug. Her eyes half closed as her twin sister giggled, her fingers going to the collar of her leather jacket, slipping beneath – pale white fingers stark against dark leathers. She rolled her shoulders and let the jacket skim off, revealing the tank top she wore underneath, plastered tightly to a nearly flat chest. Her nipples jutted like two little buttons, just begging for Mavlynn to lick and suck on her. Mavlynn licked her lips and started to saunter forward, her boots clinking as she reached up and grabbed onto her breastplate.

Normally, breastplates were pretty hard to remove.

But this chunk of carved dragonbone wasn’t like most. The leather straps, under Sand’s control, undid themselves with soft clicks and snaps, allowing Mavlynn to drop the breastplate on the ground behind her.

Wow, keeping all my body connected is harder than I thought, Sand thought, her voice a bit dazed, while Mavlynn pushed Socket onto her back, crawling atop the bed and kissing her fiercely. Spark’s fingers started to stroke her back, petting her as her sister wriggled and squirmed hungrily, bucking her hips up against Mavlynn’s codpiece. She broke the kiss, panting – her small, pale tongue flicking along bleached lips. Every part of her was drained of color, save for those bright, bright eyes of hers. “Mavlynn...” She purred. “Is that codpiece just decorative?”

“Heh,” Mavlynn said, rearing back and grabbing her top. Thinking of Sand, she dragged it up and over her head, her shoulders, then dropped it down past her thigh, so that it remained in contact with the pants she still wore. She thumbed the belt open, then wriggled her leggings down, the codpiece clinking loudly on the floor.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the discarded articles of clothing clump together, strands pulling the breastplate next to the leggings, the tank top wriggling of its own accord, until all the parts of Sand’s shifted body had merged together into one continuous mass. Looked at from a distance, it still looked like a pile of clothes – but Mavlynn could hear her mistress’ daughter sigh in relief.

Oh fuck that was hard, she panted.

“You’re not the only one,” Mavlynn whispered.

She was looking down at her cock, thrusting out eagerly before the two shocked pale elves, their red eyes locked onto it.

“How much did a dick like this run you for?” Socket asked, her fingers reaching up to gently slip along the base of Mavlynn’s cock, lifting the tapering, bright red draconic dick that bloomed from between her thighs like a turgid flag. A warm drip of glimmering draconic pre-cum started to bead and drip along the pale elf’s fingers and without even thinking, she leaned forward to lick it up with one greedy flick of her tongue. This ended up with the pale tip of said tongue teasing along the narrow, tapering point of Mavlynn’s cock, sending a warm tingle along her spine as she groaned huskily. Her fingers gently stroked along Socket’s head, teasing the fingers around to tug gently on her ear-tip, drawing a mewl and moan from Socket.

“A one bad job, honestly,” Mavlynn purred.

“Oh Dragons,” Socket leaned in. Her nose pressed to the side of her dick, breathing in fiercely, snorting up her musk, while her twin sister leaned in as well, licking along Mavlynn’s thigh, then breathing up her scent with a eager snuffling noise, before she leaned forward and kissed one of Mavlynn’s hanging balls, licking her pale, hairless orb. The feeling of two nubile pale elf mouths on every part of her very male anatomy was filling her with an intense, and somewhat surprising feeling.

She had never felt more like a girl right now than this moment.

“What the fuck?” Mavylnn whispered under her breath.

“Mmmm?” Spark looked up from her ball sucking.

“N-No, uh, sorry, just keep licking,” Mavylnn said, reaching down to pet both twins heads as they licked and nuzzled at every part of her – Socket working her way back up to the tip, her mouth opening and taking Mavlynn’s dragon dick between her lips. She started to push forward as Mavlynn bit her lip, hard to keep from moaning in the most girlish way. She stroked their hair more eagerly, then sighed a soft, slow sigh.