Contains | Teasing, hypnosis, mental transformation, kobolds and dragons, twinning (kinda), magic, and worldbuilding.
The kobold stood at attention in front of her dragon, arms locked to her side and back straight. Only the best of herself for her mistress. Her scales glistened a deep magenta color, matching the dragon’s perfectly, and her mutinous tail flitted back and forth nervously, despite her efforts to keep it still. She was squat and compactly-built, half the size of her mistress, who stood at a plump, regal, 7 feet tall. Her heart pounded in her chest, wondering what her mistress had called her for.
Ka-thump Ka-thump Ka-thump
The dragon stood on the raised platform housing her throne, examining a dance of pink and purple magic that flowed between her fingers like quicksilver. If the kobold thought, she could almost imagine herself between those dextrous fingers, her soul nothing but a fidget toy for the goddess before her. Maybe that’s why she wanted her to come; she needed someone to play with. The kobold’s heartbeat quickened.
KATHUMP KATHUMP KATHUMP
“I thank you for your promptness, peon. You are no doubt wondering why I called you here~.” Her mistress always did this, dragging out the point until whatever squirming whelp she had in front of her couldn’t bear it any longer. Half of the kobold wanted her to get to the point already, but the other half, the half that wrapped around her mind like a warm, plush blanket, told her to have patience. And patience she had.
“Y-yes Mistress.”
A look of triumphant satisfaction crossed the dragon’s face. The kobold could imagine how her mistress reveled in making her melt under her piercing gaze. Those eyes seemed to bore into her, unwrapping her, revealing every layer of her mind, even as she glanced at the floor to avoid it. “I have been called to a meeting by the Monarch’s Council of Albruthe. They wish to discuss terms of compromise regarding my land”
The kobold’s face soured. The Monarch’s Council had been a thorn in her mistress’s side for too long, always yapping and whining about how much she took. Well if they wanted to keep it so bad, they shouldn’t have let her take it! Not that they had any choice in the matter of course, but still. “T-That’s…quite the news mistress… i-if I may, what do you need me for?”
The dragon’s eyes narrowed, and the kobold felt her desire to backpedal rise up in her throat. But again, the part of her mind that knew better, than she trusted implicitly, stayed her tongue. The mistress wasn’t upset with her for speaking up, it was a reasonable question. She was a little disappointed that she couldn’t play with her toy a little more, but this issue was somewhat time-sensitive. “Well, to be quite honest, I don’t feel like going myself. They never choose meeting locations where I can display my full form, and they resist my magic. Plus, they never have the snacks I like.” She leaned down over the stairs leading up to her throne, her shadow looming over the kobold. “In that vein, I have decided you will attend in my place.”
The kobold’s head spun. Represent her mistress in front of the Monarch’s Council? Sure, her all-powerful majesty didn’t hold them in high esteem, but the kobold was far from that level of commanding respect at her 3-foot, hourglass-shaped stature. “B-But Mistress, how can I represent one such as you? I am but a lowly kobold!”
“You are a kobold, but you are mine, which places you above such sniveling strongmen and women. Besides, you won’t be going alone” Quick as a flash, the dragon made a gesture with her hands the kobold didn’t recognise, and a shot of purple magic sank into her bosom.
“M-Mistress, w-what are you- NGH~!” The soft blankety veil filling her mind tightened and expanded at the same time at her mistress’s will, making her head spin and her body stiffen. Her breath floated from her throat in weighty gasps and moans, feeling her grip on reality becoming frayed and sticky.
“You are quite capable, though obviously not as capable as I. I shall still visit, but you will be my eyes, ears, mouth, and mind. Now, come to me. The ritual needs some more magic to fully take.” The dragon’s voice filled the kobold’s entire body. It was as if her own soul had been animated in her mistress’s likeness. She suddenly realized she was at the top of stairs, having a vague memory of climbing them that felt more like she’d been floating.
“Focus on myself in your mind, little toy. Can you feel me there, resting in your psyche?” The kobold couldn’t pull her eyes away from her mistress’s figure, which had started to sway and gesture in that magical sort of way that made all the kobolds sink like putty in her hands. Magic flowed over the dragon’s lustrous scales, tracing glowing runes along their miniscule surfaces. It was like her entire body was alive with the energy, and all of it was dedicated to keeping the kobold entranced, pulling her deeper, letting all else fall away before the radiance of her goddess.
Ker-thump Ker-thump Ker-thump
“Y-y…yeh…mmuh…~”
“Speak clearly, kobold. My avatar will not mumble.”
“Yes, mistress!” The kobold’s tongue, once feeling leaden and slow, sprang to life. Her voice was full of authority, more than a kobold should rightfully have, speaking to her superior. The dragon smiled.
“Very good. Now…feel the thrum of my voice, the rhythm of my heartbeat. Feel these things flow into your mind, washing away whatever else may be resting there. Don’t worry about your thoughts for now; they’re safe and sound underneath all of me… Can you feel it, kobold?” As the dragon spoke, lowering her voice to her spellcasting tone, her hands came up. The kobold’s body reacted to the gestures on instinct, swaying this way and that, like a marionette on strings. Slowly, her motions matched the dragon’s under they were both dancing and swaying in tandem, mirrors of each other. Everything about the kobold slowly started tumbling down, down, down, splashing into the mire of magic and memory at the bottom of her consciousness. Everything was gently siphoned off, memory by memory, thought by thought.
“Washing away…Yes mistress.” She didn’t mumble, her voice didn’t even slur. That was unbecoming of a being of her power after all.
Ker-thump… Ker-thump… Ker-thump…
“Focus on me…my glorious form, my magical prowess, my role in your life. How would it feel to be me, to feel me flowing in and filling all those freshly empty wrinkles in your head, to feel my voice molding you into the perfect conduit?” The dragon leaned in close. The kobold could feel her…her mistress’s breath on her kobold’s snout. It sent shivers down her spine. Was this how the kobolds felt when she ordered them around? No wonder they followed so readily; this felt… She gripped her soft bosom and felt her hand sway over her slit. She could get used to…to…wait, how did she know that? The kobold’s mind reeled, unbidden, feeling the foreign thoughts vibrating against her mind like a disturbed lake.
The dragon chuckled. The sapient mind was a resilient thing, and even with all the willingness in the world, some reactions were purely biological. The kobold couldn’t have resisted the impulse to push back even if she’d wanted to. Still, the dragon pressed on. It wasn’t any fun if there wasn’t at least a little fight.
“Let your breaths match mine.~. Feel your resistance tie to your breaths. In and out…in and out… Doesn’t it feel so good to let that silly notion of individuality flow out of your body?”
“In…n’ out…hahh…s-so good…~”
She could remember hatching, growing in strength, and becoming the most feared being this side of the Malachite Sea. It felt good to be this powerful, it felt right. She WAS the strongest thing in her sphere of dominion after all. When she spoke next, it was hard to tell what words came from the dragon, which from the kobold, and which were just pure thoughts shared between the two. “We are a goddess, that is the ultimate truth. A goddess amongst these mortals~. Everything I am is who you are. For you. Are. Me”
Goddesses can’t be wrong, so that must be true. And true it was. She looked over her body, appraising it in a new light. She was smaller than her taller counterpart, but her curves were excellent and felt natural. The kobold gripped one of her breasts, teasing the nipple and watching a small spark of magic shoot out like milk. She couldn’t wait to be a walking distraction to all those prudish kings and queens.
Still, best not to get hasty. At this stage, she needed to make sure everything was properly aligned. If she sent out an incorrectly calibrated avatar, she could end up with a peon with all the personality and power, but none of the fluffy, devoted control, and the dragon preferred only one of her to exist at a time, thank you very much.
The kobold stepped a few paces away and the dragon let her mind flow freely. She fondled her new ass, wrapping her breasts in her free arm, and the dragon copied her movement. Next, she lifted her leg, feeling the tight stretch in their hamstrings. Both let out an identical grunt of comfort and let their leg fall. They worked their way through a series of complex stretches, focusing on the feeling of unity and oneness. There was only one of them here after all. Anyway, motor functions were working great, and hey, she was even a little more limber in this body than her previous.
The kobold turned to the far wall and raised a finger. A bolt of magic flowed up around her scales, welled up against the tip of her claw, and fired outward, carving a deep groove into the stone wall. It was about 2 feet wide and glowing white hot, dripping molten stone onto the floor. The sound and force were tremendous, and she could hear the voices and minds of her kobolds wondering what the hells just happened. With a thought, she tugged gently on their minds as a handler would on a dog’s leash. They calmed instantly, returning to whatever they’d been doing before. She blew a wisp of steam away from her finger. Magic was working perfectly too.
Time to have a war meeting.
“Wake”
The kobold’s eyes flew open, back in the throne room. She was resting in her dragon’s lap, breathing heavily and covered in a mix of sweat and cum. She was also completely naked. Where was she? What happened? Why was-? The memories flowed back to her in a rush.
There she was, throwing open the doors to the meeting room wearing nothing but a fuck-off attitude and a gossamer, magenta toga she’d conjured for herself, specifically to avoid covering any of her sensitive areas. There she was, letting her voice and will flow into a knight standing guard at the entrance, a handsome leopard fellow, and making him soil his armor with his seed from just her command, much to his embarrassment and confusion. There she was, organizing a quite favorable peace treaty in which she got to keep the orchard lands she took over in exchange for help with a future threat. That wild archmage, Seline the Queen, from across the sea was starting to become quite an enticing rival and the monarchs wanted to be prepared. And there she was, enchanting her own dragon into the mindset of one of HER kobolds and fucking her like the toy she was.
The miasma of images was enough to make her cum all over again, adding to the countless she’d no doubt felt while under. Her loins felt sore, spent but pleasurable. “H-Howw~! M-Mistressaah~!” Her orgasmic fit lasted for about 5 minutes. Clearly she’d been pent up, or maybe she was just feeling all the pleasure of the day all at once now that she was herself again.
“Easy kobold, let it pass. You had quite the day and night.~” The dragon’s voice cooed in her ear. “You did so well as my eyes and ears. You gave those Monarchs a show they aren’t likely to forget.”
The dragon stroked the kobold’s thick tail, gently sliding her naked body off her lap and onto her shaky legs. The kobold almost complained. She wanted to feel that close to her mistress again, she HAD to, but no. The fluffy clouds in her thoughts wouldn’t allow disobediance. She should be grateful for what she’d experienced. And grateful she was. “T-Tha-...thank you, mistress~” She started to head for the chamber doors, hoping there weren’t too many other kobolds around to witness her nude shame.
“And if I need another avatar…” The dragon spoke from her throne, commanding as usual. “~...I’ll know who to call~.” The voice that spoke this time was the kobold's, completely involuntarily and once again full of that authority and power. The kobold blushed.
“Y-yes Mistress.”
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