It all began with a push. 


That was how 'Cinderpact' began. 


They were a group of three kobolds, creatures known in the world as diminutive runts who couldn't accomplish anything. Fodder for beginning adventurers and mildly annoying at worst. Seen as obstructions to true goals, distractions, and peons to be disposed of. Easily beguiled, easily manhandled, and sorted out. 


A reputation that permitted the trio to win many bouts with those who underestimated their ilk.


The hallowed light of dusk settled through, crepuscular rays giving their hideaway just enough glow they didn't need to resort to lighting their lanterns and torches. The sun's warm golden-hued rays showed the swirl of dust kicked up underpaw when the kobolds scurried from respective projects, each tending to their own particular sect of activity. 


One, was tending to their particular field, herbology. Their muscular back was bare, eschewing their shirt in private company. Not that kobolds typically cared for privacy, when they were focused and centered on repopulation and frequent mating. This one, was covered in as many scars as he was scaled however. Lashes of whips trailing down their back, sear marks across the arms, zigzagging pink-lines that long healed but never got covered over by scales around their neck,  and most stunningly across the muzzle, were...scars that traced and framed his muzzle to create a more fearsome visage. At the edges of his smile were scars that stretched up. At the corners of his, scars that dipped down toward his cheeks, jagged marks like fangs. 


Yet despite the fearsome imagery that worked like a tapestry across his skin, the black-scaled kobold was content to garden, crouching to a knee as he checked the stem of a plant, peering toward his nearby pestle and mortar, before he tended to checking the soil's saturation. 


In another corner of their cove, a verdant green-scaled kobold, nude as the day they came into the world, put on one article of clothing. Their goggles. The scent of oil and gasoline was clear in their proximity, and they were fiddling with a metallic-rimmed pyrite box, the walls of it covered in a thick translucent glass. As they fiddled and turned it over, they were tinkering with wires that could plug themselves inward toward the device. Befuddled with nothing happened, they grimaced and spun the device, before clapping a paw to their forehead. A moment later, they swapped two cords and the glass began to illuminate, glowing spirals on their sides. A paw met an oil-stained cheek, their muzzle opening in a moment of joyful 'Eureka!' before blinking and rapidly going to unplug the device as they realized an imminent danger in their device, gulping briefly. 


"Almost gots myself hypnotized! Hehe, not good look for smartest mind!" 


Ploinking down their prized cube down on their desk, they lurched forward in their chair, searching through a few bottles on the desk, contented when they found one in particular.


"Epoxy resin. Radiator coolant. Jar of pickles. Mason jar of grease. Oil. Antifreeze...Ink..there it is!" 


A moment later, and the proud tinkerer had their slathered paw around their favorite tool of all. Celebrations WERE in order. Eyeing their ignorant gardening companion lasciviously, the time-honored motions of pumping his own meat were followed to the letter, a casual but pleasuring pace given as he let the slicked insides of his palm work himself over. Lurching back on his wheeled and cushioned chair, his tail flitted out the back of it, turning his gaze toward the last kobold of their pact. 


One that currently was satiating their own needs. And it was an impressive show, doubtless. 


Magical paws, of manifold forms, were groping the supple flesh of the group's self-proclaimed 'Magus', the dark-purple creature's cerulean eyes lit in joy as they rode on a spectral member that shapeshifted to match another fertile creature's member. Each time they bounced downward on their toy, it made their cock jolt upward in joy, their pants having been pulled down to their ankles and held there by a slew of phantom hands that ensured they worked alike to cuffs for his legs. Two others had taken to pulling the kobold's wrists together, and yanking them above his head. He rode up and down, over and over, on the head of the cock beneath him. Meanwhile, several of the paws came together, coalescing their energy to create something stimulating for the mage's member. The paws were giving up their form, but wrapping around one another in the way of cylinder's shape, their fingers curling to leave a hole in the center of it, before they melded into a new shape, a new tool. 


Before he was able to rationalize it, a fleshlight. And it was clear there was no love lost as another floating paw rammed the back of the toy to the reptile's cock, squeezing it to milk him more and more.  He bucked, writhing in the ecstasy of his prostate being relentlessly hilted, the fire in his loins being accommodated over and over as he sheathed himself in his toy, eyes pursuing a magical message that floated on a glowing background, scrolling down as his mind willed it. 


This kobold was particularly skilled at concentration. His sexual endeavors weren't solely brazen exhibitionistic delights. They were there to stimulate him and elicit untold pleasure, yes. But they were building stamina and endurance in a perverse way. Focus, furious, unrelenting, unyielding, focus. If at any moment the pleasure spiked past a certain plateau, the fun would end immediately. The magic couldn't be upheld, lust-fueled as it might have been, if he was overwhelmed. Though orgasm was typically his stopping point, there were times his concentration held out for a few moments after, as if working himself to those dizzying heights of euphoria were just mundane, regulated tasks to empty his body of his spunk and testosterone and permit himself clarity of mind. 


Judging from the grunts and soft yips however, his mind wasn't ENTIRELY distracted, permitting the tiniest slivers of his milking to keep ricocheting through his body, the levitating kobold panting as fingers curled under his jaw. 


Until, a new script emerged, a red-colored one, and the miniature lizard's pupils widened. His cock spasmed at the last second, but it was clear that wasn't what took him off guard. In seconds, the arsenal of hands vanished into the aether, an unwise and costly move that sent him sprawling onto their cavern floor. 


The mechanic's pace on their own throbbing need slowed, though a fun grin had taken their maw. 


Until a panicked voice squeaked behind their desk. 


"Brunn! Grit! This is bad! Bad, ungood, terrible!" he shouted. 


Tivv groaned at Vyrn's bad news, as it proved a buzzkill to his cock. Undeterred, he spat into his palm and began to pump faster. Those noises meant work was coming, and he wasn't going to let his hard-on and celebration go to waste. 


Brunn meanwhile carried the conversation on, thankfully. 


"What's the matter, Vyrn? You looked like you were having so much fun a moment ago. Did you hurt yourself in the fall?" 


The gardener was always the sort to be nurturing, doting, and caring, his amber eyes scanning Vyrn for injury from afar as he approached. 


Tivv always wondered how Brunn managed to be so nice, when it was clear he came from a background of intense abuse. Though he never pried, there was some sort of fire to the caretaker. Still, right now he was less concerned with a trauma dump, and more about his fellow kobold's posterior. A soft little grin met his muzzle as he followed beneath their tail, whistling gently. 


Vyrn meanwhile scrambled, his cock still half-hard and wobbling from between his legs, slapping upward to his belly as he propped himself up on a kobold-sized table, clearly sweaty, and to Tivv's own enjoyment, musky. His nose could smell that ripe and delicious scent from downwind amidst his own workzone, it always smelt of fire, and brimstone. Musky and potent. 


"...A message from my Master! He demands my presence, help at Dreamwater, said it was urgent and dangerous! We have to go, hurry, run!" he said in a dizzying panic, as Tivv whined. 


"But not done touching self! Not fair! You finished and we have to go, go, go! No liking when Vyrn get in his moods! Especially not for stuffy Elf Mage! Tivv no has hot magic hands to finger his butt! Tivv so tired of toys! Want real fun, like Vyrn!" 


Vyrn rolled their eyes, before Brunn brought a paw to the hem of their pants, shooting a look to Vyrn and to Tivv. 


"If I help Tivv, it wouldn't take too long, Vyrn. You can prepare a Teleport Circle for us." he said, a little more breathily than he wanted, one of his callused paws tracing across his chest. "I know how to make Tivv pop." 


There was a moment where Tivv's focus intensified, his head nodding ferociously. "Yes, yes, yes, Brunn's rump is good for relief! He can take all Tivv have to give! Yes, smart decision, Tivv approves! Vyrn do busywork, and Tivv be busy working, hehehe!" 


The evident leader of the group clapped his temples, and winced. "...Fine! But cum, ejaculate, jizz as fast you can! No time for this! Teleport circle does need to be made, but it's easy to make! Not going to wait for you to finish!" 


Brunn grinned at not being declined, kobold instincts clear on both his muzzle, and Tivv's reciprocating one. Before he made a show, pivoting gently, and lowering the waistband of his only covering, suspenders that went to his shoulders, falling off and discarded. 


"You're going to be firing off like a piston, right?" Brunn grinned, as Tivv jumped over his desk, scrambling, clearly ensnared. 


"Tivv never liked any flowers but this kind!"


As the two began to consummate, Vyrn looked to the reconjured message in his paw, an omitted word he hadn't spoken to them that sent tingles, bad feelings, omens down his spine.  


"Dragon...attacked..."


His baby-blues assessed the details, and his afterglow felt ruined, the bubbles in his head fizzing away. 


A nervousness crept into his face. 


The Cinderpact, the group of three, had been formed in their efforts to escape dragon dominion. 


Tivv couldn't stand his liege's wretched traps that were used for brutality, the denial of innovation, of joy, of accessibility. 


Brunn had suffered, when his liege had outlawed charity onto others. His kindness had him marked, and he was made an example of. 


And Vyrn remembered his liege's desire to dull down his subjects. That particular one...


Vyrn's muzzle grimaced. And if the dragon's name was right...


This dragon was the one who ruled over all THREE of their former Warren's Dragons. A 'father' to his dread sons.


Unable to contain his patience any longer, Vyrn threw his paw up. 


"Okay, enough time, we go now! Bye, later, ciao Scale's Toss!" he said, biding their lair a farewell. 


Tivv's eyes widened, in the throes of his ecstasy, hilted deep inside and having clambered over Brunn's larger form, his chest sliding against the definition of the gardener's muscles. 


"NONONONONO! DUMB MOVE! ABOUT TO CUM! NO, VYRN THAT BAD! DON'T-" 


The world was melting, shifting, before their eyes, Vyrn eschewing the safer and less expensive to his mana's teleport circle, for a less direct, but generalized Transport spell.


Brunn meanwhile held himself in place on all fours, Tivv's frantic thrusting making him groan. 


"Heh....knew Vyrn couldn't wait...this will be a good first impression."


Tivv whined.


"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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Vyrn had enacted a spell of teleportation, guiding the kobolds toward the realm of Dreamwater. 


A realm that, to their surprise, was still vibrant, still alive and dandy as ever. 


And to Tivv's massive chagrin and slight arousal, the group had landed nowhere near the isolated loner of a mage's tower on the outskirts of the city, but rather smack-dab in the middle of the Town Square. 


Vyrn, was clothed in their transport, having taken to a modest robe that draped off his purple-scales without dragging on the ground overmuch, carrying symbols of the stars and constellations on them, the cuffs were fluffy and pompous. Creation-magic was Vyrn's wheelhouse, imagination often lending itself to his vices. And Brunn? 


Brunn was absolutely devilishly unashamed of anything. He had coiled a tail, affectionately, around Tivv's back, and was pushing backward, warm globes pressed against the lap of the kobold who was several inches deep into deflowering his favorite gardener. 


But the probing eyes of humans, who were aghast, or even laughing or embarrassed themselves caught his ears. 


"My, oh my....that's not something you see everyday."
"Avert your eyes!" 
"Isn't that the Archmagus' student? His friends sure have no shame." 
"I'd thought kobolds would be smaller down there...fuck." 
"Lawless behavior...or a misplaced teleportation spell? Still interesting either way." 
"That's rather forward..." 


Vyrn was appraising their situation, as if taking every detail. But Tivv whined, his forest-colored cheeks set ablaze. 


"V-Vyrn, dumbest of asses of kobolds! Exposed! Cover us! Hide us!" 


Vyrn shrugged, snapping his fingers, conjuring a spectral paw. And to Tivv's immediate surprise it shot straight like a missile toward his backside, the warm feeling to those fingers a surprise as their encircled the doughy entrance beneath his tail, pressing against firmly squeezed cheeks. Tivv wasn't stopping his thrusts, but he growled at Vyrn's further humiliation. 


"No, this is fastest, quickest, swiftest, way to Master! Make a scene! Then he'll come and-" 


There was a crackle of electricity in the air. It struck the shadow of the town square's fountain that arched close to the Cinderpact trio, before the shadow began to ooze and seep upward without delay.


And before anyone else could utter another word, there the city's greatest defender stood. 


Caelion Moonquill himself; The High Sable. 


Master of Shadow Magic, and nearly all other forms of magic. His eyes trained on the kobolds before him, before locking on toward Vyrn. 


"My! The vigor of you, younger species, kobolds especially! My apologies to suddenly disrupt your band's merriment, but glad am I for your immediate response. Worry not about the indecency, I'll smooth out the wrinkles you've caused for the citizenry..." 


The shadow beneath Caelion threw-up a staff he caught in his hands immediately, before tilting it behind his shoulder. Without so much as incantation, the fountain behind him began spewing out tokens of gold. 


Vyrn's inner instincts began to war inside of him to dive inside, but he shrugged them off, more dedicated to his Master's presence than anything else. 


Tivv meanwhile saw the gold, and it ignited something primal in him. Feeling alive in the allure of the glint, he bore his muzzle down to bite the back of Brunn's scaly neck, mounting him further and sliding up his back, thrusting with far more vigor. His arms straddled the other kobold's hips as he began pumping them off, and delving as deep as his thrusts permitted into the likes of the others' bowels, the inner walls milking him. 


Brunn grunted, shuddering beneath the smaller energetic hissbeast's ministrations. "A-a little warning before you show him gold? He's got Goldlust in him, he's---oooh that's the spoooottttt Tivvvv..." he lapsed his thoughts as Tivv licked the back of his neck. 


Caelion spared a moment's look, but the red-robed wizard tilted his head, locks of unkempt blonde hair sifting out of his face. 


"An interesting biological reaction. Goldlust, was it? Ah, I digress. Now, Vyrn, you ended up far too away from the tower! You shouldn't impose on your Master like that, dearest subordinate, but I suppose I'm one to talk, hrm?" he said, grin crooking at the corners of his mouth, as mirth and warmth filled his features. 


It was a welcome change, articulate and intelligent, that Vyrn so appreciated. Even loved. 


"I imposed first, onto you, didn't I? Alas, all's fair then! Now, let us away!" 


There was a sharp yowl. 


"HOLD ON! HOLD....AAARRGGGGSSSSH!"" 


Tivv had been in the last few thrusts of his masterstroke, the red-cheeked lizard having finally reached his climax in the midst of tarnished dignity, and the gold fever that saw many of the citizens ignoring them in lieu for free money. He was panting, his body overheated, as he gave one last lick to Brunn's neck, his fellow lizard having spent his load on the ornate pavement beneath their paws. Tivv pushed on Brunn's back, sturdy, and held himself upright. He panted....eyelids fluttering.


"...Is not smart...to teleport horny kobold. Will mutiny someday, I will." he threatened, before grinning in satisfaction, giving Brunn a pap on the rump, before exiting his fellow's backdoor with a clear 'pop'. The resulting deluge gave Tivv a bit of a headrush, and watching Brunn slump over, exhausted, was even more of a sumptuous reward.  


Caelion brought a finger inquisitively, detached but still warm. 


"Well, I suppose it is only fair we permit them that reprieve. NOW, let us away!"

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The cozy abode of Dreamwater's city itself was relaxed. A city that knew no troubles under the incredible auspices of Archmagus Caelion. A wizard with no peer amongst his fellows, he founded Dreamwater near the coast in hopes of providing himself the means of alchemical productivity. But in time, he would make three, rather dear, acquaintances. 


His accommodations were modest, and unlike most wizard towers, just a more grandiose home, no floating bookcases, warping stairs, talking portraits, magical sigils of teleportation, flying carpets, animated fires, or anything of the sort. In matters of living, Caelion kept his feet grounded. 


From a Hammock rested Tivv, electing to go for a quick nap, and telling the others to inform him later. Though sleep did not come for him. A little trinket on a desk of Caelion's had caught his attention, and he was busy fiddling with it. The 'infinite puzzle box' or so Caelion dubbed it. All you had to do was align every square's colors on each face. But Tivv always found it vexing...it felt like somehow the colors on some squares changed when he wasn't looking at them! And worse, it felt like that was ALWAYS like that too, somehow. He was determined to solve the secret of the box, though he half-suspected it was rigged despite Caelion's insistence it only opened to the wisest of minds.


Meanwhile, Brunn was tending to many of the plants in Caelion's abode, near where Vyrn and Tivv were. He was contenting himself, busying. The Archmagus delighted in Brunn's expertise, and the two had talked often on proper plant-care and the Archmagus had introduced many nocturnal and non-light needing plants from foreign realms to Brunn. It never made for dull cooking ingredients, or the occasional poison their group needed. 


Meanwhile, Vyrn stood at attention, as Caelion had finally come back from his stint to another room, gathering a tome. 


"...Vyrn, what I have in my hands is a very special book I created. A book that details the names of every dragon in our world. All the details that could be scrounged. It automatically updates itself, and is alike to a small tracker on their whereabouts. It was something I wished to bequeth onto you. Kobolds are nigh magically linked to any dragon that wishes to lay dominion on them. You three, escaping the confines and constraints of your Warrens...is nigh a miracle onto itself.  You all possess unique minds, capable of bending that which ensorcelled your brains into commands to abdicate and leave your homes." 


"What is more cruel than a parting? More cold a trap, than to be left waiting? More dumb, than living on your own away from all you knew?" he recalled, each's parting from the siren call of their former lieges. 


"Oryyxa Bloodflame. She who brands her kobolds and tortures them into submission, and for her own fun. A line of cruelty stemming from on high, a queen of merciless bondage." 


"Vaelmyr Mindasher. He who prizes unblinking, complete stupid obedience in his subjects and snuffs out the lights in one's mind that defies his golden pedestal in any brain." 


"Kezrith Snarecoil. He who delights in horrific designs meant to both physically destroy and disable his opposition, and in breaking the spirits of that which he deems fuckmeat for his loyal horde."


Caelion recounted, and each kobold held their respective breaths. 


"They are terrors...the stories you all told, as I liberated your minds...made this venture seem more than worthwhile. These ancient beings are rivaled solely by my people. And oft have Elf and Dragon feuded in the past, though both our numbers dwindle in the coming Age. But now?" 


"Now one who all three dub as leader has attacked Dreamwater." 


Tivv's tail flicked. "Was going to ask. Dreamwater no look hurt. Outside of scandalous hot kobold sex." 


Brunn grinned. "It wasn't a buzzkill, at least. Vyrn never thinks enough about things when it comes to pleasing you, Caelion." 


Meanwhile Vyrn chuckled nervously as being called out, but his tail swished in the presence of Caelion. 


"...You've broken our trappings. You're the reason our former lieges can't track us. You're the reason we can think. We've done much, fought for your whims, and wishes, Master! We...we help tons of people, and do lots of trickery things! No one expects kobolds to do half, fifty-percent, a fraction, of what we do! But...there doesn't seem to be an attack, a strike, damage, done to Dreamwater?" 


Caelion smiled, a little wistful, as he raised a hand. 


"Oh, but there was. An attack that if followed up upon will be the end of Dreamwater as we know it, entirely. This proud realm of culture, of history, that I built from inception...a realm I adore and cherish." 


And then with his other hand, he tugged at a sleeve that clung to him, shadow-stitched. And he broke those tethers, unveiling something alarming. Vyrn sputtered, Tivv sat upright in his hammock, and Brunn dropped a planter he had been holding, gently cursing as he went to scoop it up, whispering a cooed apology like it was his own progeny. 


Caelion's arm was coated in red-scales.


Familiar ones. 


"M-Master, Leader, Savior no that's...-"


Caelion nodded, and shrugged to himself. 


"...Tharaxion. Tharax for short, I call him. He and I go way back. He was always of the persuasion I should die or serve as a pet. I vehemently always opposed him and his kind, I rather so do like my dignity, I think! But dignity, I may not hold, not as I once did.  I protect Dreamwater from his approaches, his kind. But he did something rather...devious, a long-concocted scheme I anticipate."


"He intended to turn the entire population into brainwashed kobolds. Cast a spell on our treasury. Within weeks, signs were showing up in the populace...a curse that would infect their minds, infect their beings, and turn them into eager, lustful, playthings like Tharaxion thinks of kobold-kind. Bent to no dignity, no limits, no qualms. Dreamwater would become not a haven for those wanting refuge, or seeking intellectual exchange...as it always stood to be. Nay." 


"We would be a den of hissbeasts consumed in an orgy, alike to what your friends shared, Vyrn. Albeit with far less choice and affection in the matter. Reduced to animals, livestock, toys for him to cherish, play with, break, and discard at his leisure. His children should serve as testimony to what he's capable of. And so I took it upon myself, to admit a loss..."


Caelion's smile still held mirth. 


"Though I hardly think of it as one, yet. I took the curses on Dreamwater's people, took the accursed gold, and drained it of all its lethal intent. The mind-poisoning, the instinct-fueling, the lust-spawning...it is all concentrated in me, contained as best I can hold it back. But soon if Tharax isn't brought low? It will be me, who becomes his pet at last...and none will remain stalwart enough to rebuke this ancient dragon's claim. I will eagerly hand it over, and brandish myself, I suspect too, in the offer."


There the elf hid back his sleeve, as the gawking hissbeasts considered the situation. 


"But what matters is intention. His ill-magic is FUELED by intention. Though there is no reversing certain aspects...I will become a kobold. I will be brought to those instincts, some proclivities of your kin...perhaps my hesitation to halt the mating was not solely wrought by scientific curiosity. Perhaps my spell on the fountain was not a decision made solely by my influence."


"...But I do not think myself diminished, were I to be a kobold. A different perspective is a refreshening take on life. And provided my faculties are not rent inert by the dissolution of my mind in lieu for pethood, then I can flourish as always! You have all shown me that!" he praised, before gesturing. 


"But this is where you come in." 


"Whatever plan you concoct, whatever danger you must undertake, I approve of it all. You have my full-support and backing, my complete faith. My magic must be mostly, if not fully, taken on contending to this curse I've taken on, so my aid is meager...but you must infest his warren. You must go there, with free thinking minds, and risk contamination by his will...slavery by your linkage to draconic figures. You must turn his Warren...for that link goes BOTH ways. It is one of their few weaknesses..." 


"In doing this, you may prevent the fall of Dreamwater." 


Vyrn was the first to speak-up. 


"B-but Master...if we do this onto him, and you end up linked...you would succumb to whatever fate we thrust on Tharaxion!" 


Caelion merely smiled. "Indeed, I might! It is a risk we'll just have to take, I suspect. But whatever rends this thorn in my side finally as docile as a babe, is worth the price. And I think you all know, you cannot tarry or linger either, can you? My beloved student, dearest kobold companions of mine..." 


"Embrace what you are best at. What drives you. Send a clear message to his children. Now...return with this tome, to your abode. You have as much time as I can buy. Weeks, perhaps. But stay true. Find your avenue to ensure no dragon risks the humiliation, the dominance you thrust onto Tharax. Win back our home's peace. I will gift you the way back."


Tivv gulped. "...How do we turn an asshole dragon that sired three of the most ferocious bitch and bastards of the land, into something that...that is as gentle as a newborn?! That's impossible! No like our odds! Is bad, very bad!" 


Vyrn hissed, looking disheartened. "B-but Master Caelion needs, requested, covets our aid! We can't...can't lose, be defeated, succumb to despair! Have to win! Have to, have to...." he said, determined but unsure of what he could possibly concoct. 


But then Brunn hummed to himself. 


"...Gentle as a newborn...? Humiliating...dominant...send a message..."


His eyes scoured the plant he had repotted. 


"...I have a crazy idea...you might not like it, I don't know if I like it, but...it does fit every box..."


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Tharaxion's Warren was a busy place on most days, let alone the day of celebration. A long feud was ending, and they were going to be celebrating the entire month it took for the greatest of victories to take place. 


The Fall of Dreamwater. 


The Ending of the High Sable. 


Vyrn was outraged, especially when the dress code was...


No dress-code once so ever. 


There was no work for the kobolds. Just merriment, wine, drink, and celebration. Tharaxion might've been in the best mood the dragon had ever been in, in his entire life, given how kobolds were often seen as disposable pawns meant to breed and mine. And they weren't allowed to mine, their primary objective eschewed in lieu of lewd behaviors. Already the current of their liege's demeanor was coursing through them, the desire for them to mate in every shape, form, or way. Fingers traced cocks, rumps, pussy, mouths, breasts, and everything with an appeasing curve or hole to explore. Words were practically lost in the haze of a good time. 


It may be the first, and last time, Tharaxion's kobolds ever knew this kind of tranquility, this type of pure orgy-like energy. 


Tivv whined wistfully as he sat from stone rafters, a strangely empty place, but he supposed it was because drinks were hard to get up this high versus supplying them down below. A little draconic enchantment to make water from the wells take on alcoholic properties for a few fortnights, and voila. A drunken populace. 


"If freedom wasn't nice, endless sex-orgy would take second place. So tempting...no like bored scheme-making, even if it's what you need Tivv's smarts for." he noted, casting a look of annoyance ontoward Brunn and Vyrn. 


Brunn merely grinned, toothily. 


"Buuut for a world-ending orgy, they're rather plain aren't they? It's still fueled by an old dragon's chaste, prude, works of imagination.  They're doing missionary, a few handjobs, blowjobs. Where's even doggystyle, cowboys and cowgirls, or sixty-nine? Let alone lap dances, or foreplay with fingering, or spooning...throat swabbing, sideways penetration...they're barely using the walls to pin each other down. We could get some swings in here, or blindfolds..." he fussed. "Pick her up, dude! Have her bounce on your...ugh! They're amateurs, Tivv! Rank-amateurs!" Brunn protested, side-eyeing his companion's lustful expression, before hollering below. "Have him put his paws on your chest, instead of just behind your arms...get some footplay in there! Spank him! Kiss already! Fuck!" 


Tivv smirked. "That's why its' a shame. If we was down there, they would have best of time! But these kobolds aren't even like real kobolds! No wonder all of Tharaxion's kids are so messed up! Tharaxion might've had a clutch, but he's boring when it comes to sex! Puritan, watered-down sex!" The mechanic noted. "Least it's nice being naked all the time."


Brunn tilted his muzzle. "You're always practically naked, Tivv." 


The response was curt, a pat to Brunn's rump. "But you and our leader aren't!" 


As the two flirted, Vyrn called out. "...So is it done, Brunn?"


Brunn blinked, and looked back. "Oh? You're okay now with plan? You were grumbling about it the entire way here." 


Tivv's own expression shifted to a wince. "...Well, we just didn't know how kinky you got. Vyrn liked the idea at first, but when I explained the LOGISTICS of it, it's...less than necessarily...ideal? Not very keen on changing kobolds like THAT! Is not...exciting!"


"Diapers are good!" Brunn protested, arguing his position again. "If we're able to coerce the kobolds in the warren, alongside the other Dragonkin that follow Tharax, then the dragon will follow! And it will be the ultimate revenge! Turning him into a diaper-soiling dumby will ensure we never have trouble again!" 


Vyrn grimaced, and Tivv shrugged. "But it's going to be rather...smelly isn't it? I mean, I'm all good for funk or ripe smells, dirtiness is something all kobolds are inherently used to, but...we're going to reduce a large chunk of kobolds, no? Is not going to make us look smart, when rest of kind is soiling trousers."


Brunn grinned. "Suuure, but come on now. We can work on freeing them, like we were freed, if we make their dragon docile and demure! And these kobolds are so boring! No fun, no flair! Giving them a little spice sounds nice!" 


The Magus stroked his tail nervously, a little habit he always had, the lengthy appendage flitting at its' edge in an anxious panic. 


"....Tivv, I suppose it's...well, I'm not a fan of the notion myself. Kobolds made to wet themselves, soil themselves...it feels like validating stereotypes, years of it, on our intelligence. But we don't know any other ways to defeat a dragon, besides corrupting his flock and having an unexpected change feedback into their liege. And a bad change, can cause problems. A horny Tharax isn't enough, and a dumb Tharax isn't good either. And doing tons of harm on Kobolds to harm Tharax is bad too! But this...might be abled to be fixed, salvaged, restored for kobolds, while keeping Tharax docile. If we break off each kobold from his will, he'll only be left with his own, reduced, and dim. It might take tons of time, but...it's better than losing Dreamwater."


Tivv leaned over stones, contemplating. 


"Tivv thinks Brunn just want more fertilizer. And thinks Vyrn just want an excuse to not hafta get up from magical experiment nonsense!" he bluntly accused, before Brunn chuckled. 


"A pleasant side-effect. Dragons and their related kin to tend to have better results for more flora, if it comes to proper fertilizer produce." he offered, plainly. Vyrn meanwhile grit his teeth in a half-smile. 


"...We're better than dragons. Besides, think. If kobolds and dragon, and drakes, and dragonborn, all want to wear diapers, padding, babypants, and I can magically make them without issue...how will they spend their gold?" 


Tivv's eyes lit up, and he pivoted on his paws, his tail lashing. 


"We're going to be rich?!  Is smartest plan in history of planmaking, yes! Brunn, you started plan, yes? Yes, yes you did?" he said, quick to leap to clutch to his fellow nudist's shoulders, jolting and shaking them. Brunn only grinned. 


"Yes. Their water supply's very easy to access...all of them are connected, and there's no reservoir. Tharaxion must've not cared if it dried up. No proper irrigation techniques either for their crops, it's kind of sad an-"


Vyrn coughed, and Tivv gestured incredulously. 


"Oh. Sorry, dissstracted..." Brunn coughed and let out a tiny embarrassed hiss, one he often suppressed, before shaking his head. "...Two poisons infiltrated the water and should work in tandem with one another. A diuretic and laxative mix, for one." 


A little chortle left Tivv, as his tail lashed in anticipation. "Those dumb kobolds are going to have no idea what hits them! Them and their boring, plain sex! They make humans look exciting! Bah!" 


Meanwhile Vyrn tilted his head. "And the drug meant to make them a bit...dimmer, and more suggestible?" 


Brunn shrugged. "Did not work as intended. Could not dissolve into water. But...works as incredible, dense heavy gas. Burnt a lot as 'incense' down below. Meant to make the horny lovemaking even more fun." Brunn squinted. "...Think some of them are having more fun now, closer to the incense. Should fill the tunnels. We're up here to avoid the worst of it. Though you both came around on diaper-plan..." he teased, grinning. "Maybe you're both dumber too?"


Tivv laughed. "Don't care! I could end up needing thousands of diapers by the end of this, and since I'm buddies with Vyrn, I'll have as many as I want or need! But I'll also have ALL the gold! Not like I drank the bad-water either! Hehe...has so many plans to extort them...and the dragon especially!" 


Vyrn's expression shifted as he walked toward Tivv's side, overlooking their overhang. "...I'm coming around to it, perhaps. I'm not in the mood to change either of your seats, if you get too excited about the plan, though. But I suppose that's why having magic is so useful. Can plug up the scent, smell, odor, can change you from afar...it'll take a bit of finesse and focus, but..." he grinned jesting with them, before he changed the topic. 


Though a certain thrumming took to Vyrn's chest at the thought. 


His Master might be impacted by what transpires here...there's the potential in making the dragon succumb this way, his Master's intellect might briefly diminish...diapers might become a necessity. And Vyrn felt an odd warmth at that. Not in the way he expected. Not indignation, or anger, but a desire to see them...cared for. Accepted. Like his Master had done for his sake. 


His eyes fell to Tivv. 


"...And your part?" 


The mechanic rolled their eyes. 


"Brought it in with us. Tribute to the dragon. Was a lot of work, but levitating hypnotic cube has been updated with schematics of tunnels. Tivv went through them all, even secret tunnels where hazy scent isn't at. Should help narrow their thoughts to anything we ask, after being made suggestible. A permanent trance, even, if it holds. Is good demonstration of Tivv's genius. ...Is silly that instead of worshipping us, or giving us gold, is going to make them love diapers."


Brunn's tail wagged. "And provided it works here, we should be able to just increase potency over and over as we contend with bigger and bigger threats. The real challenge are the one or two Dragonborn in the Warrens ensuring everything is going as planned. But they're being lavished with kobold sluts and whores, so I don't think they're too focused as is...this watch might be a reward for them. And you definitely set explosives in every lavatory you could find, so its' not like anyone will be finding any other type of relief tonight."


Tivv turned his back to the railing, stroking a paw to his lap. "And the device will go through phases to erase other unimportant knowledge after their potty-training. Is going to be very fun to reduce Warren back to babbling...is proof can be done to anyone." 


He gestured toward Vyrn as he rubbed his hardening member, the power of the moment rushing to his heads.


"And Vyrn worked his conjuration spell on the Warren, yes? Is going to diaper them before the Warren ends up muckier than a pig-sty?"


Their leader paused, analyzing the room for a moment. 


"...Yes, and a little extra. Plenty of incentives to be good, enhancing the feel of their diapers. Their unity of purpose will cast down Tharaxion..."


They could hear the raging sex-party from down below. No one in their right mind would suspect the roving band of reptiles who came to 'worship and know their place under one true Dragon', were actually insidious rebel-rousers intent on crumbling his mind. And no one would know what to do with the information anyhow, the very concept of conceit and betrayal scrubbed from their minds. 


Little did Tharaxion's kobolds know, they were going to be the instrument to his downfall.


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Tharaxion was a dragon of no small renowned, part of the Sinister Brood, the first dragons born into the world. Though that knowledge was long since scrubbed, and he had cut ties with his family long ago, a black sheep onto them. Contenting himself with ideal conquest on Elven nations suited him far more fine than family had, and he had converted countless Elves into either nutrition for the land with their skeletons, or into personal kobold sluts, eager to obey his every whim, their lives erased with just a flash of his eyes upon their surrender, their compliance. 


Former lovers would pray at his cock as an altar. Former rebels would beg for forgiveness by presenting their holes. Former isolationists basked in the warmth his body left behind wherever so he sat or lounged, many eager to caress his physique just to bask in musk and body heat alone. Their every words were lip-service, rote and compulsory. Spouted without need for another participant in conversation, but always provoking other kobolds to yip in. 


Of course, elves weren't his sole conquest. Many had been transformed over centuries, and many were simply born. A proud noble woman trying to carry on the mantle of her family, an incubator for a clutch of dozens of hatchlings. A human adventurer who found his new kobold snout buried in the ass of one of his subordinate drakes, worshipping the dragonborn's mounts with glee as said dragonborn helped themselves to the spoils.


And now, his greatest adversary, one who had held out so long against him, had finally been put in his own dilemma. His curse could not be spread onto the unwilling of those of Dreamwater...it had been difficult, nigh impossible, to strike against the boundaries, to force his will. He tried countless loopholes, and always the fae creature had some sort of response. Until finally a stroke of sacrifice, of genius. It was something he had been incredibly loathe and averse to doing...but enchanting his gold and leaving it be found by the citizens of Dreamwater had been inspired. If the High Sable would not fold, his loyal citizenry would. 


But instead of sacrificing the populace, OR working to cure them...the High Sable had done something Tharaxion had never anticipated. 


He took on the curse to his very soul, binding them together. 


Caelion was going to be thinking of Tharaxion in ways the Elf likely never had before. 


Every lingering moment, Caelion was being laid more and more open to him. More knowledge became his. More of the Archmagus' became susceptible.


Lusting for him. Drooling for him. Begging for him. Eager for him. 


The scene would be PRICELESS....


Had his stomach not rumbled, perturbed, that moment of imagined genuflection would've been enough to satisfy the dragon more than the constant revelry of his underlings. As it was though, Tharaxion winced, hefting himself from smoothed stone he had trekked on thousands of times. His home, ever the same as it always was, impervious to nigh-all magic. 


"...Distressing. I've scarcely eaten, and yet I find myself suddenly afflicted with this wretched biological urge..." he murmured, wincing as a soft headache thrummed behind his golden eye. Alike to a soft pressure, it was making focusing a touch more difficult. As he stood, he pondered if it was simply vertigo, but a quick cast of magic did nothing to avail him of the physical strain he felt, the tiny bit of dizziness. 


"...My people might be enjoying this stupor of theirs' overmuch, methinks..." he growled lowly, suddenly finding the notion of celebration to not be so intoxicating as it once was, noting the influence it was casting and shadowing his mind in. 


It had never quite been this...powerful on him before. Tharaxion winced, briefly, before considering himself. 


"...I shouldn't complain about a mild ache of the noggin. It might make more complex thoughts I'm more acquainted with...longer to form, or less advisable for a short time, but to hear so clear their agreed upon joy..to have it loop back into me, to have an EFFECT on me...that is rather intoxicating in itself." 


Tharaxion self-convinced himself that his followers' communion and celebration having any sort of impact on him, a deviancy from the usual, was only a demonstration of their pure elation, how scrubbing away the only adversary that stood as proof against his superiority, his...


"...What was the infernal word again...?" 


He hissed out a little jettison of fire on instinct out his maw, scrunching up his forehead and eyes as he thought. 


"My...my superiorness...and uhm...my...control over them....no, not control, that's almost the word....but it makes me sound better than them. My...." 


Tharaxion was stunned briefly, not connecting the dots between the lapse of a word in his muzzle, with the headache he was afflicted with. 


After all, it was inconceivable to his pride to have any weaknesses. The tiniest sliver of drool passed by his muzzle in his trance as he stood there absent-mindedly, having forgotten his train of thought for a moment.


Until the gurgle in his belly echoed again, and he felt a pressing urge betwixt his legs. 


He chuffed briefly. "Mmm. Their lust HAS been intoxicating. But having to piss like this is going to be something else." 


Frowning, he began trotting to outside his cavern's exit, his own resting spot atop the mountain in which the others dwelt below him. It felt indicative of...of how super...he was? 


Words weren't forming right on his tongue. For some reason, he knew that should've unsettled him, but it didn't. It felt easier to just ignore the lack of his lexicon and just proceed apace without letting himself focus on that new development overlong. He had to relieve himself, that was clear on his mind. An objective that cleared itself through the fog. 


Having come out of his cavern to do it, he considered his options...only to be confused. 


"I...I don't want to do it in my cavern, because...it's....it's unclean, and stuff but...where SHOULD I go instead?" 


While his kobolds and dragonborns had their own, private, means of elimination, Tharaxion always found places for when his body conspired against his prestige. And normally he had a mastery over himself, and the magic to prevent this type of urge from ever transpiring to begin with. But now it was ever so present on the forefront of his mind. 


"...Where do I WANNA do it though? Where should I go...? I don't want to ruin their fun...it feels really good! I haven't felt this nice in an AGE!" he said, the thumping in his head not quite so clarion anymore, more dull and taking a backseat to the burbling feeling of heat in his body. That happiness that cast away worries and doubt he'd normally have. 


Tharaxion of the Sinister Brood paused, before a flash of genius sparked on his muzzle, his tail, normally refined and composed settling itself. 


"I might have to shrink myself down to fit their tunnels, but it'll work out! And when I find my kobolds, I can ask them how I should go potty!" he said, grinning at his own sagacity, before pausing. 


"Wait...no, no, that'd be too direct. They might get the wrong idea...hrm...wait a minute. I can trick them!"  he announced luckily to no nearby kobolds.


His dull eyes lit up in the excitement at his pride-saving scheme that flitted into his mind. 


"Can jus' ask them how THEY go potty, and then use THEIR potty without them knowing! Ha, I'm so smart!"


He rose a claw, tracing a rune into the air. Though it was sloppy and not the refined script he usually produced, it was sufficient enough to draw his essence both forth, and shrunk to fit the location he intended on. A portal emerge before his eyes. When he crossed through, it would be like he popped out of thin air. His eyes looked into this mirror into the warren though, and gawked. 


"The kobolds...they're garbed in such strange apparel! I-is it a sexy thing? I thought being naked was the best thing! I told them to be naked...like me! Why aren't they naked?!" he pouted, lashing out in a vocal tantrum. "No fair! They're keeping their fun sexy things from me. Hrumph. Dumb kobolds. I'm going to hafta punish them when I get there....they're ruining the celebration..."


To Tharaxion, the concept of diapers was foreign to him. Not that he never encountered the concept, but unlike most creation, never had to contend with it. It was nothing of concern. But as the rush from their orgy flooded his senses, the attractiveness of their undergarments had grown tenfold upon sight...and his knowledge of what they WERE, wasn't quite coming to him as instantaneously as it might've on a normal day. 


But as he stood there, his member twitching, his needs growing more prevalent, he couldn't help but feel heat rush to his cheeks. 


"...I-it does look like fun though...why are some of them different shapes...sagging? That's....huh..." he murmured to no one, mesmerized briefly. Scent was wafting from the portal. Some sort of herbal incense...and both the scent of sex and...something else stunk. 


"I...it's smelly in there. What are they doin'...? The warren can't smell like THAT. Even if...it's kind of nice. In a bad way...? Uhm..." 


Tharaxion was of two minds, before biting his lower leathery lip, urging himself forward. 


"Enough of this nonsense. I'm gonna figure it out, NOW!" 


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Tivv winced as the nearest kobold nearby had squatted down to the floor, his own muzzle covered with the only cloth scrap he was able to find nearby. 


A loincloth, from one of his fellow kin. The musk of someone's junk was filtering his air, and preventing him from taking in the incense that flooded the area, but it didn't help the thrumming beat of his cock still being turned on by the scent. But watching the act of someone else's certain 'underwear' being filled out, wasn't precisely his cup of tea...buuuuuuut....


There was something to be said about it. He wanted to have fun, he eschewed his companions to revel in their grand plan. Brunn's enthusiasm, and Vyrn's dedication to the mission were commendable, sure. But Tivv wanted to be on the ground floor, watch as the others succumbed to their genius scheme.  Brunn advised against it, even with the face-covering he scrounged up, but Tivv shrugged it off. He was brilliant, it would take a lot more then some smelly plants to undo his hard-won intellect.


Unlike the dullard....who was making a once revolting action seem rather delectable. Their thumb was clearly lodged in their muzzle, the handiwork of hypnosis having slowly worked away the majority of the kobold's higher faculties. It wasn't as if Tharaxion's entirety was tethered to his creatures. Otherwise, he'd be as slutty and stupid and obedient as his 'drones'. But evidently if enough 'bonded' experience an external change, it would leap onto the one holding their leash, like a trail of ants following a crumb trail to its' source. 


Sometimes, Tivv wondered how Caelion was so smart. A trap he could NEVER have conjured up in a hundred years. Perspective was one thing, Tivv acknowledged different views made for different approaches...but Caelion had a degree of knowledge that Tivv scarcely doubted he could ever glean. 


Part of him was envious, his tail fidgeting as he listened to the kobold beneath him, identified as...KD40, as if that were a real name, babble, tail hiking skyward. 


"...Is not fair. Tivv smart. Smarter than anyone. High Sable make Tivv look like idiot. But he's the one who needs Tivv's help." he chortled, consoling his wounded pride. 


There, the ivory-colored kobold moaned, the conjured apparition of a diaper beginning to swell. The clear sound of liquid hissing and streaming against the padding eagerly to lap up the kobold's accident made Tivv ponder, as many others in the tunnels emulated the situation.  He had to try with effort not to inhale the stink of wet padding, let alone what the drone blissfully and eagerly did. Their adulthood rent asunder, their backside pushing with nothing short of enthusiasm. There could be no illusion. 


A mere few moments ago, this kobold had been imbibing and drinking, and now they were a proud stinker, the moment their thumb left their maw, a pacifier replaced it, another feature of Vyrn's spellwork at play. Phantom paws were stroking, caressing, kneading every crevice of the diaper, compressing against their seats, their fronts. Every touch was meant to elicit more pleasure, to help the rewiring and susceptibility of their mind to be more pliable to the results desired. And it was clear that it was taking effect. 


No control. No choice. They couldn't hold it. Couldn't even think of a place to go, let alone a reason to NOT go, anymore. Facts were erased out of their brains. From tipsiness, to staggering about like a fool, to drooling and unable to think, to being cultivated...nurtured in a way to encourage pleasure in stupidity. The way 'Kobold-Drone 40' was holding the back of an ethereal paw that was groping his rear, as if wanting to keep it squared at that one erogenous spot especially, panting and delighting in the motions, was giving Tivv a bit of a hard-on despite himself. 


They were happier, dumb.


Dumb, stupid, idiotic, kobolds. 


"Maybe is bad to be so smart. This makes Dragons look like they has a point...never seen a kobold so...manic. So out of their mind. We do good work." he prided himself briefly, his curiosity briefly flickering to life. 


Vyrn and Brunn WEREN'T here...


He crouched down, hearing the hissing of the brain-drained dimwit. 


"Gotta fill my diapee! Godda, godda! Daddy Dragon gonna change my diapees!" 


For a moment, Tivv chuckled, whispering back, wanting to encourage the mindless yammering. 


"Yes, yes. Daddy Dragon is going to hafta change..." 


He gulped, eyes growing wide and shaking briefly. 


Daddy Dragon?! 


"Kobolds still perceive dragon as big...might stop plan, if there is roadblock. ...Gotta find dragon and, and show kobolds how-..." 


Tivv never expected his sudden realization-turned-mission to have its' first objective so easily done. He felt a snout bury itself against his scaly underbelly, the mint coloration of his more sensitive areas under assault of a rather large sniffing nose, dreary, dull eyes. 


Golden eyes that threatened to eclipse the entirety of Tivv's personhood on any other day. 


He froze, instinctively, which brought a tiny sliver of confusion from Tharaxion, the dragon tilting his head briefly, before stomping his paw.


"...K-Kobold! Gimme your drone numbah! Needsit...to...uhm..." 


Tivv waited, but it looked like Tharaxion was...out of his gourd, his conception having filtered away. Tivv's own cock was even being huffed at, like some overly excited dog was investigating his scent. A dragon, a dragon of all things, was showing interest in his body, even in this...demure and easygoing state of mental numbness that clearly enveloped Tharaxion. 


Tivv's heart was beating faster than a startled rabbit. He was sure Vyrn and Brunn were terrified too. 


But the little kobold steeled himself, thinking. 


"Ah, it's name is....KD...." 


Tivv scrambled. Would Tharaxion know his numbering system in this state? Did he sense the lack of sovereignty that REEKED on him? A little red eclipsed his muzzle. 


"Kobold Drone 55, Sir!"


 It was automatic, and complete. And in a single swift haughty moment, Tharaxion laughed, sitting on his haunches and raising a paw in skepticism. 


"You is silly, especially wearing undies on your FACE, hehe! You call me, Overlord, not sir! Silly Drone! Must be cause everyone's all DRUNK." he squealed a little bit, clapping his paws together as if the moment was overjoyous. "The G-Great...Tharaxion forgive you! This once! Don't normally talk to kobolds anywaysssh." he said, mimicking a slur, before pushing his grinning muzzle to Tivv's face, the kobold's paw instinctively reaching to press against those...


Warm...scales. The draft the dragon gave when he made contact with them, brushing against both his chest and belly made him squirm. The dragon wasn't sitting on his haunches anymore. He was walking forward, pressing into the Cinderpact Rebel, pinning him to the nearby wall. 


The playful, terrible dragon, let his tongue lull, lapping at Tivv, making them shudder in complete rapture. 


"You taste good...different from others, new....hehe...Tharaxion likey. But that's no important!" 


The ridges of Tharaxion's brow rose, as if drawing some awareness into their being, focus. Their eyes rose, and immediately Tivv found his maw dry, unable to speak, as he was trapped in their glow, as if teetering on the edge of oblivion. 


"I have a question, for you, little kobold..." 


The mockery, or mimicry slipped in that moment. Tivv felt like their plan failed in that single heart-rending moment. This was it, it hadn't worked, Tharaxion was smarter than ANYONE, and they were going to end up his thralls forever.  The husky voice carried its' austere mark, as if a god were speaking with full authority that could not be denied. A question that Tivv had to answer, had to reply to, compelled to. Railroaded into providing...it was familiar, it was intoxicating...it was poison to the soul, but one that was too addicting not to eagerly collapse into. His fellow diaper-fillers were evidence of a kobold's lack of inhibition for a good time. 


Tivv lamented, only briefly, as he readied himself for the end of all he had built this go. Perhaps for the final time.


'It was a good ride, could've used more gold. Always need more gold.' 


Tivv prayed to any deity that could hear him, not one for idols, but this once he let himself be at their mercy and whimsy. He even volunteered himself as a changer of every kobold's diapers in the caverns, if by some miracle he wasn't reduced back into a thrall. 


Tharaxion's question left his maw with grace, Tivv wincing as the syllables launched into the air. 


"Uhm, how do KOBOLDS go poddy?"


Tivv blinked slowly.


Processing the question. 


His breath was rapid a moment ago, he was trying to reel his head away from the dragon, his muscles useless against the dragon's ensnaring muzzle...now the paws shoving Tharaxion's face paused, just holding it and peering absolutely stunned and taken aback by the query dropped into his lap. 


Tivv gulped. 


"G-good Question, my Overlord!" 


Tharaxion's tail swished behind them, as he chortled, looking UP to Tivv. A sight Tivv would never get used to. 


"I know it is! A really, really good and smart question!" 


Tivv fired back. "And...you ask, because...?" 


It was Tharaxion's turn to freeze, briefly. And the pout that overtook his muzzle was ENORMOUS. He growled, although for some reason, Tivv keyed into it being harmless and more for show, frustration. 


"Kobolds not supposed to question me!" 


There Tivv grinned, a sudden cocksure feeling firing in his abdomen. 


Oh, this was HOT. 


"...Oh, but Overlord, Drone 55 only wants to know so he can help best! Forgive Drone for his impertinence! He is very very stupid and drunk! Yes, 55 is most drunk kobold!" 


Tharaxion giggled a little at the self-degradation before waving a paw and letting Tivv go, about to pivot and turn. 


"Heh, you are pretty STUPID. Maybe I should ask ANOTHA' kobold..." 


"Oh, but Overlord, I know the answer!"  Tivv chimed in, causing Tharaxion to pause, wavering before turning his head back over his shoulder, glancing to Tivv. 


"...You know? Tell!" 


Tivv's arms spread wide, and suddenly he felt...impassioned. 


"Just take a big huff, Overlord Tharaxion! Take a big and loooong huff. Focus! Tune out EVERYTHING else in the room..."


There was a moment of hesitation, before Tharaxion shut his eyes, letting himself bask in the scent of the room. The telltale scents of sex and musk were being washed out in other smells. Something sticky, sweet, heady and smelt absolutely heavenly to his senses. Tharaxion's mind was drifting, inch by inch, as the subtle bouquet of intellect-denying incense crossed wires with the copious amounts of heavy diapered seats of his followers. It stunk, clung as he inhaled, but the kobold said this was the answer. 


And so he huffed. And he huffed. The scent was growing headier, stronger. 


Until his eyelids fluttered open when something had brushed his snout.


Some kobold's posterior, wrapped in that strange, almost sexy, underwear, had been inching closer to his snout. And then it began to grind on him. His eyes widened in mild shock, until Tivv's voice accompanied him. 


"I just brought a friend I met to demonstrate to you...uhm, what KOBOLDS will ALWAYS use to POTTY." he enunciated, each word. "Is law, is forever. Kobolds NEED this...potty in particular." 


Tharaxion groaned, as if understanding bloomed over his confusion and light indignation at contact, suddenly consumed by the urge to assess the mulchy-seat that was stroked before his eyes. An endless plethora of paws were squeezing, stroking...magic was being cast, with such a keen focus...meant to bring the little drone of his to untold heights of pleasure. 


Tharaxion's breath grew heated, as he admired the magical handiwork, a tiny bit envious. It was...creative! 


Fun, too, it looked like! 


But then his attention, once again reaffirmed by the grumble in his tummy, latched onto the padded seat. He never stopped inhaling the fragrant rear, eyelids fluttering briefly, as he paused. 


"Mmph....smells stinky but good...kobolds just...potty their pants...?"


Tivv crossed his arms, and clicked his forked tongue. 


"Is not just pants, Tharaxion! No, no is much more better! Is a..." 


He held the word, Tharaxion's anticipation making him overlook the lack of title, the honor he was due forgotten in lieu of hanging off everything Tivv had to educate him on. 


"A DIAPER." 


Tharaxion's maw felt like it was full of cotton for a moment, his jaw trying out the new word. 


"D-dia...purr...? Dyepurr...? Diaper....." he finally corrected himself, his eyes widening in comprehension, and further questions, his posture shifting into a more comfortable position. One anchoring himself to the drone's hand-and-knee display. He could hear the crackling noise from their rump. See the 'diaper' beginning to grow heavier...another deposit weighing down, like a stone tumbling down a mountain. His eyes traced the growth, his loins oddly excited. 


Tivv felt himself awash in his own genius, his own eyes glued to the kobold's seat as he took a brief, shuddering inhale. He had been breathing QUITE a bit when the dragon pinned him to the wall, and he felt a little out-of-sorts. Focus frayed. But he had to...had to answer the dragon's question. Finish their...plan, right? He shook his muzzle. 


"Y-yes. Diaper. Kobolds wear, use, and fill diapers. Kobolds too DUMB to use anything else." he grinned, proud of his observation. For a moment, the act he was putting on felt less of an act...like these things were easier to say. Obvious to say. His thighs shut a little, grinding his thick thighs against his cock. Tharaxion's own breath was growing heavier too. 


"...Too dumb to use anything else? There's...other places to potty?" he asked, trying to cling onto some mote of dignity. And Tivv peered to the side, seeing his multi-faced hypnotic cube hovering in the air on a whirling and silent, rotor blades fluttering as glorious colors and noises sifted into the air, threatening to distort reality more. 


Tivv WANTED to stop it, but his mind wasn't quite grasping his priorities properly. 


Tharaxion HAD just asked a question, and if he declined a dragon's priority in lieu of his own, it would tell Tharaxion something was wrong. That Tivv wasn't just another dumb kobold. He had to behave, had to be a dumb kobold, act like one....


So the box would have to come later. He'd just have to resist his own invention....


The white-noise, the sirensong wasn't making it easy though. He could already see Tharaxion half-asleep. Subliminals were voicing over them, the slow travel of the box meant to ensure proper dulling.


"Maybe? Drone...don't think so though, Tharax. Think diaper, is only place to potty."


Thinking is bad.


 "Only place to potty? Tharax never knew about diapers, before just now!" the dragon replied curtly, though it almost looked like he was disinterested in an answer meant to engage his brain. 


Stinking is good. Feeling good, is good.

"...Then you were going potty wrong! Everyone must've been too scared to tell you, and was really nice helping you clean up!"


Forget worries. Believe make-believe stories.


Tharax mulled it over, before pausing. "...Then why aren't you in diaper like everyone else?"


Be dumb. Suck your thumb.


"Cause Tivv is dumb-dumb!" the verdant green kobold said proudly, looking to his paw briefly, wondering if it would taste good. He always had the smartest questions to think about...


Potty never. Diapers forever.


Tharaxion could only giggled, instantly buying Tivv's response as fact, before breathily sighing. "You is my favorite kobold! You funny! Hmm...Tharaxion don't wanna go potty wrong! Then kobolds might get bad impression...they always do what Tharaxion do!"


Surrender, stinkers don't remember.


Tivv suddenly felt an epiphany on himself. He...he needed Tharaxion in a diaper! He needed the dragon in a big poopy diaper infront of everyone. But he didn't remember WHY, or HOW it mattered. He nursed his thumb, tempted to let himself idle on the HOWS or WHYS, but that...


That was too much thinking! Tivv didn't like thinking! 


Enjoying the scent of the smelly cloth on his face freely, gently touching at his lap unashamed, eliciting an approving growl from Tharax's dim and carnal mind. 


"I know where we can has diapers! Raxxy godda go bad?"


Big words are hard. Loving your diapers is easier.


There, the dragon's long lasting defenses faltered, one of the cruelest members of the Sinister Brood's brought low. He believed in Tivv's conjectured hypothesis, both because it was true, and because his mind had been ground into susceptible paste by all he was currently feeling. His tail flitted as the kobold intimately knew his needs, his wants, and his mentality fell into place, no qualm left to muster, adopting the nickname instantly, and eschewing the drone-terminology he once enforced in lieu of the name the kobold was constantly referring to himself as.


"Yah! Tivv show Raxxy where get diapers! Show Raxxy how to USE diapers! Best way to celebrate dumb-dumb-DUMB elf's defeat!" he declared, and Tivv could only agree. 


"Follow! Me show me your friends!"


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Vyrn gazed above over the crowd below, eyes discerning and keen. 


"This is going too smoothly...and my concentration has manifested into reality. There's not going to be any sudden 'disappearing' acts and need to hire a janitor. Just a bunch of babysitters, maybe..." he mused, looking to the gardener, and wincing. 


To their earlier surprise a kobold of amber-scales had wandered up to their perch, crawling and mind-addled, but still having a portion of their cognitive function. She was of a keener mind than her fellows, trying to dimly warn the two of them before realizing their lack of stupor told a story of deceit and betrayal. Yet one further soaking of the magical gifted diaper that Vyrn so graciously gave everyone, and the proclaimed 'KD-944' was pawing at her lap. And Brunn had found the valiant effort so cute, he had scooped her up into her lap and had begun coddling her.  


And the constant cooing down to her simplified mind, was probably a good thing to help addle Tharaxion's further, but it made Vyrn feel like he and Tivv were the only adult-minded kobolds in this entire Warren. 


Brunn blew a gentle raspberry, nuzzling the glassy-eyed 'hatchling' in his lap, face to face. He let his paw wander to her lap, giving gentle strokes right between her thighs.


"Awww! Little sweetums tried so hard to be a big girl! Yes she did! Was gonna go tattle on us and everything! But you did the right thing, yes you did, yes you DID! You wet your diaper instead and let all those big girl thoughts go buh-bye, didn't you, little scales?" 


Her response to the saccharine teasing was immediate, the wriggling bundle of sun-dappled scales babbling affirmation back. "Aah-huh! Yah! Yip!" A tiny sliver of drool slipped down what was likely a former warden for the kobolds, her sodden diaper taking the faintest hue to match her scales at this rate, which Brunn only patted in affirmation, positively reinforcing its' usage.


Vyrn sighed. "Brunn, this plan, idea, thought of yours works very well so far. But...we're here for the dragon, not the kobolds. Must you..." he gave up in exasperation when he saw the 'little scales' in question scrunch up her muzzle. His face was alight with blush as Brunn's lit up with mirth. His gaze was averted, but the grunting, the little crackling noises he heard, and the faint underwhiff of the undertones that had permeated the tunnels made it clear and evident that a new source had just emerged rather heftily into the seat of the dimmed's diaper. 


Brunn merely ended a part of his cooing, and tsked his forked tongue. 


"...It's not that bad Vyrn. It's a bit of a rush, honestly. Once the incense burns out, I'll show you. Of course, we're going to have to properly addle the dragon's marbles for good once we get him under our paws, but..." Brunn shrugged, as if it were details to be sweated later. 


"There's something about the dependency that comes out of this, how trusting and loving they are. I think it's kind of the underbelly of any kobold...or any creature even. She's a tiny bit nippy with my fingers, but she's very adoring and adorable. I can only imagine how our prize will behave in turn..." 


Vyrn didn't humor the idea, scoffing at it. 


Doting on a dragon? He would never so much as contemplate it. 


"Can you...send her away, to play with the others?"


The request was met with a disapproving grumble, but Brunn relented, setting down the hatchling and waving her along, taking a few steps to direct and guide. 


"Could've told me you were a prude before she got attached, Vyrn. At least Tivv wasn't going to avert his eyes to what we were doing. Come on 'stinky scales'. Time for you to go play with tons of other hatchlings..." he advised, smiling as her tail flit with excitement, though whether that was understanding or the cadence of Brunn's guidance, was left in the air. 


Vyrn leaned further, looking onto the former festivities meant to celebrate his mentor's downfall, and had they had usurped it, his mind spiraling in thought. About how the dragon would be reeling from this. He felt a sense of righteous indignation, revenge properly mounted. None of these kobolds held his interest, his kin could revel in stupidity tonight instead. It felt like a better avenue that actually decrying the High Sable who gave Vyrn and his friends their freedom. 


No, a dragon was his prize. A ruthless prize, he was going to utterly humiliate in all ways he could. His paws gripped the railing taut, he could feel his knuckles growing whiter from how he squeezed, how much he wanted this. 


Tharaxion would pay. Tharaxion would-


"VYRNNNNY!"


The magus was brought out of their stupor, pushing out of their lean and gazing toward the sideway tunnel that Tivv had ventured down to. Had the mechanic slipped off his mask? His words sounded slurred, stupid...


Yet another sound followed and Vyrn's heart practically stopped.  It wasn't the higher-pitched and fussy noise of his Cinderpact companion. No, it was something primordial, ancient, and the source of this entire conflict. The father of all the woes Vyrn and his fellows had ever known.


"Vyrrrrrn...." 


Tharaxion's voice sounded like thunder, like a rockslide. He could feel the instincts in his very core, practically latching onto every syllable. His body quaked, coursed with that potent energy. A feeling that felt dirty and wrong, but oh-so-right at the very same time. Something Vyrn tried to carve out of himself, but could never fully break away from. 


The call of his name risked his entire undoing in complete subservient submission, a fervent worshipping hissbeast like any dragon wanted. In that overwhelming, intoxicating presence, even afar, Vyrn felt himself torn in two. 


"No...rally, marshal, fight Vyrn....you are stronger, mightier, better than this!" he rebuked his split nature, though his arousal was growing quite clear. His eyes darted down the dark corridor, immensely concerned. "If that is Tivv, he needs assistance, help, aid...dragon can't take friend, ally, pact member!" he steeled himself. 


Until the wind in his sails drooped entirely. 


Tivv showed up, the loincloth having slipped to hang uselessly from his neck, his dazed expression and chubby hard-on quite clear and a familiar sight onto Vyrn's eyes. Nothing he had never seen before. But the darkness behind Tivv was beginning to take shape from the tight corridor path behind him. Wings unfolded, once tucked to navigate. Both the entity's head and lowered posture began to rise to it's more comfort and somewhat loftier heights.  Claws gleamed in torchlight, and a little puff of smoke billowed betwixt fangs, passing carelessly behind...behind...


Tharaxion. 


He was here. 


Vyrn knew this, but to behold his majesty....


The rippling muscles, the pristine and unmarred scales that shimmered faintly in the room's illumination. How his every breath warmed the room, and every heartbeat...maybe Vyrn imagined it, but it felt like it thrummed into the floor, syncing his own with theirs'. Unwantingly, admiration crept onto his muzzle. 


Before the dragon's boisterous words bellowed out. 


"Diaper! THRAXXY NEED DIAPEE!" 


The tension in the room had been deflated as if someone had popped a balloon. Vyrn's gaze was incredulous. Their plot had only just begun moments ago, and though it was a radical, thorough, and complete change, it had already impacted Tharaxion to this extent? He was only just noticing the imperfections in the marvel before him. The dazed look in their eyes. The slight stagger to their steps. The drooling, delicious, musky, cock between their legs that had dribbled line of pre their entire trip up and still twitched even now, especially when announcing their need. The way Tivv grinned stupidly, tail wagging and nodding. 


Vyrn was starting to both understand the mystery of what had transpired in his comrade's eventful trip, and finding him with a new type of headrush. One that wasn't innate to kobolds.


But one innate to VYRN. 


The corners of his muzzle upturning wasn't something he did on purpose, but it was irrepressible once it happened. 


His first words weren't even to Tharaxion. 


"Ohhh...? Tivv, why does the nice dragon....master, HATCHLING, want a diaper?" he said, and Tharaxion's gaze lingered for a moment, as if stuck on one of the three words that had been uttered. As if there were some sort of problem, but he couldn't pick or parse out what. 


Tivv's tail wagged, and he looked back to Tharaxion. 


"Thraxxy godda go poddy, and he don't haff a poddy! But kobolds do! Kobolds dumb and have DIAPEES!"


Vyrn shut his eyes in contemplation, before raising a paw. 


He whispered a silent apology to Tivv, but he was being guided by a desire that inflamed his soul. Magic materialized around Tivv's lower-waist, the verdant kobold yipping briefly in joy, as Tharaxion's eyes watched in fascination. 


"Yes, yes kobolds are VERY dumb, stupid, dimwitted aren't they Tivv? See, 'Thraxxy'?  Tivv was so dumb he forgot to wear his diaper today!" 


The dragon tilted his head, giving a curious sniff to Tivv's padded backside as the kobold seemed to sink into a relaxed state of mind. 


"But you not in diaper...you is DUMB, STUPID, DIMWITTED....? You need a diaper too?" 


Vyrn felt the tear between the two parts of himself widen again. Tharaxion's observation was clearly innocent in this stupefied set of mind, but even though he had no link to mark him as Tharaxion's, the old treads of slavery still made inroads for those words. Part of him wanted to immediately affirm. To be Tharaxion's diapered kobold immediately, his dimwitted stupid dumb diaperfiller, whatever it took to validate the dragon's every want, word, and existence. 


The other part took umbrage at both the assertation, the part of him that wanted and liked it, and that for the sake of easing things along to subdue the dragon, he'd have to play with the idea...


"O-oh. Of course! Yes, need diaper too. EVERYONE needs diapers, padding, protection, Thraxxy...." Vyrn guided, gritting his fangs miserably as he did something he had never thought he'd resort to doing with magic. Producing a...garment meant for those with troubles utilizing a toilet...those who often SOILED themselves, onto his own waist. 


His hands froze as his cheeks were aflame in the embarrassment of the trappings. 


It felt like the antithesis of intellect, his most prized attribute, to be wearing this. 


But if it were for Caelion...if it was to defeat a dragon...he would go much further. 


Tivv's paws clapped in approval, and Tharaxion let out a warm rumble of approval, curiosity lit in his muzzle, as he chortled. 


"Dumb kobolds forgot their diapers....always need diapers. Mmm....but...you have spells for diapers?" 


Ignoring the buzzing sensation that felt like inebriation at the back of his mind, Vyrn preserved. "I do...would you like to try one, my liege, my ruler, our....treasure!" 


The greedy tone to Vyrn's words were lost on Tharaxion as his tail lashed behind him, and he mulled it over, before he grinned dimly. 


"Yuh...Thraxxy want to wear diaper.  Need diaper! Otherwise kobolds go poddy wrong. Godda show kobolds how to poddy their diapees all the time." 


The mage gulped briefly. This was it. The opportunity he and his fellows were waiting for. Perhaps not exactly as envisioned, Tivv's indoctrination wasn't quite the outcome anyone planned, but those words were an invitation to truly, finally, subdue his master's greatest enemy...


Vyrn decided to let his two warring halves come to an agreement...his own member throbbing out from his slit against the soft contours of the diaper...the underwear now clinging to him feeling oddly...comfortable.


Though it was a symbol against all he stood, it also represented the moment he would bring down Tharaxion...one of the greatest dragons he would ever know...


Pride suffused his chest. 


"Yes! YES!" Vyrn began. 


"Kobolds are DUMB! They need DRAGONS to show them how to PODDY in their DIAPERS! How to wet, soak, flood! How to fill, stink, POOP their diapers! Without a dragon using their diapers, kobolds don't know ANYTHING." he affirmed. 


Tivv's gaze seemed to deepen into whatever mindless stupor they were in, drooling a little down the side of their muzzle. 


"Tivv always think dat! Tivv been waitin' for Raxxy go stinky! Help Tivv think lots better!" he backed up Vyrn's statement unintentionally, putting the pressure on the dragon. Tharaxion took a few toddling steps forward, his gaze still firm even if new levels of stupidity were being pulled from across the warren to befuddle his ancient mind into this act.  His austere-voice spoke not with authority. 


"Vyrn. I want a diaper too. Please....?"


But with yearning. A yearning seated in there by the Cinderpact. 


And Vyrn was only too happy to oblige, the grand masterstroke of his ingenius plan coming to fruition. A wave of his paw, and already magic was surging to accompany the dragon's backside, to a magical paw going to the dragon's loins and gently tucking the member to their underbelly as the rest of the magic began to weave the garment on the beast before them. 


Caelion's ancient enemy. The father of the dragons that had enslaved the Cinderpact. Member of the Sinister Brood.


Moments of concentration on DIAPERS over and over, had made Vyrn an expert at this point.


None could mistake their greatest achievement. 


Tharaxion the Dread, was in a thick diaper that spread his legs, altering his gait to a penguin-shuffling waddle. His tail hefted over the rim of the cushion to his tush, his eyes having lost even MORE of their light in response to this desire being answered post-haste. Tivv was admiring the dragon's backside without hesitation, as Vyrn could feel giddiness of both serving and ruling over the addled dragon's mind intermingle in his head. 


'Raxxy' for his effort merely rose a foreleg and hindleg, taking a brief sit-down, and truly taking in the diaper. His forelimb moved to canvas out the diaper's front, feeling it rustle and crinkle to every compress of the weight he put behind his paw. Unknowingly Vyrn's own paw began to press his diaper in turn, and Tivv's own was far more enthusiastic and unfettered in exploration, stroking his cock against the diaperfront. 


Vyrn's affirmation and deception were beguiling to all attending. Kobolds NEEDED dragons to show them what to DO in diapers, afterall...


'Raxxy' merely grinned, as he let himself admire his new undergarment. And without hesitation, the dimmed-down beast began to heft its tail skyward, its gaze docile briefly, as it hefted itself upward briefly, hindleg going up. 


"Draggy knew he was smart...gonna use kobold poddy and no one stop me! Hehehe...kobolds watch! DIS how you go poddy!" 


While Tivv's mind echoed with sentiments of their earlier hypnosis beguiling and entrancing them, ensnared in their own creation's power, Vyrn was otherwise preoccupied with their own hubris, their ego being drawn forward. Anything to keep up the beguiled creature's defilement, debasement, and stupidity. Anything to bring the dragon low...though the goal of undoing the spell cast on Caelion, or taking this Warren as their own, was becoming a further and further concept. No, lording over in this achievement, basking in what he earnt, this moment of...true accomplishment, was all Vyrn could coast and feel along. The warmth in his purple scaled chest, the pride that he drank in and imbibed, making his head all the fuzzier. The dragon's words were sharp to him, powerful, perhaps more than most. Stupidity something he had made a bedfellow with many times. And this was no different. 


As he watched the reared up hindleg, and the creased front of that diaper begin to grow more sodden, a telltale golden hue spreading from the epicenter of the dragon's leaking member, Vyrn found the paw that had once been holding at his muzzle in surprise, slowly sifting a thumb to his mouth. His eyelids briefly flitted, as his free paw still kneaded at his lap. 


"...So comfy..." he admired his diaper, pleased with his creation. It was durable, absorbent, incredible...and he had made a larger-scale model suit the dragon without problem. His mage's keen focus was not lost even in this more infantile behavior, his tongue coiling around his thumb for comfort as he found the tip of his tail, gently tugging it between his legs....it felt good to feel the diaper compress against his cock. Good to hold the tail for security. 


All the while, he saw Tivv moaning as he stood directly downwind of that musky flood. The dragon's pheromones were clearly in the air now, and while Vyrn was sure he could smell some, given how much he was throbbing now, his emptying mind noted that Tivv had nothing stopping his drooling anymore. The kobold's chest was streaked in it, as he looked, wide and swirly-eyed, up toward the dragon's padded derriere, transfixed. His nose huffed, his diaper tented and ached, and he looked downright feral but frozen. He was committed to the action the dragon request, his mind unable to muster any resistance to draconic words. 


And Tharaxion? 


Tharaxion's tongue had been sticking out, clearly enjoying the act. The relief that came from wetting their diaper like a hatchling, a long-forgotten act, distant in time and age, was now something the dragon was acquainted with again...and was becoming entrenched in their psyche. Brought low, they grinned, their paw grapping and clumping the soggy plastic with vigor, feeling the warm piss surge with every squeeze only to be drank back in by the spongy material. But there was a brief look of concentration. Tharaxion's rump began to hover over Tivv, hunkering down close to the ground. In mere moments, the wet diaper eclipsed Tivv, knocking him prone...yet this definitely only excited Tivv. 


Vyrn? Was jealous. He swallowed his spit, as he saw Tivv engulfed by what came next. 


Tharaxion pooped his diaper.


There was no warning. The tenseness that had grown taut like springs in each muscle, the feelings and need for relief for so long had overwhelmed the potty-drained beast, and they had finally, like their subjects, joined in the festivities. One push, was all it needed. 


And his diaper was straining beneath a dragon's hefty load. His pants were soiled, weighed down by the deposit sifting in his seat. And without so much as anything like 'common sense' holding back the addled reptile, he began saddling atop Tivv, grinding his full diaper's weight on the petite kobold, the mechanic gently being slid against the smoothed stone platform, as Tharaxion trilled his enjoyment, the diapers' contents sifting from further back, to front, everytime he seesawed on his 'pet'. 


Vyrn felt a twinge in his stomach, the intelligent kobold holding his breath. He clutched taut his fist infront of his chest, closing his eyes as he was left with his thoughts, the image that burned, and his own words. But he heard the words that sealed his fate. 


"D-daaaat's how kobolds supposta...go poopy! In diapee!"


Tharaxion's gleeful exclamation over a job well done, compelled Vyrn. It felt like the smartest words uttered to him ever. 


He gave one single grunt, and was already trying to emulate his current idol, and ruin his seat too.


The royal purple mage still had his concentration but the beguiling beckoning of the dragon and his own hubris intermingled in the moment. He was hunkering down, playing to the dragon's current ego. The plan was working clearly. But every groove of his life was built on draconic influence and every assertion that Tharaxion brought forth of Vyrn's simplicity and need for diapers was driving the feeling in his gut. It was descending downward and he felt his stance widen briefly as he began to bunker down. Tharaxion's muzzle widened in a half-pleased grin, a dumb chortle slipping out of his muzzle as he brought his snout closer to the front of Vyrn's diaper, the broad snout pushing beneath the kobold's legs and even lifting him up so he was sitting directly on the dragon's face, a precarious balance but one Tharaxion still somehow managed. Vyrn could feel the sound of the dragon's throat vibrating in approval, it was sifting against his padded seat, and the dragon's scales felt so warm...


"Yes...yes, mage go poddy in diapers...kobolds are dumb...godda poddy like dragon showed..kobolds love wet diapers, love full diapers...heavy messy diapers....." Tharaxion guided patiently, as Vyrn felt his influence waning. The muffled noises beneath Tharaxion's rear kept building, and Vyrn knew innately that Tivv was pushing with him, filling his diaper as the dragon eclipsed his entire form beneath a filled diaper...Tivv was smothered in nothing but dragon pheromones and that mucky seat, each movement of the warren's ruler shifting the padding across Tivv in a new and marvelous fashion. He could see Tivv rutting, thrusting, his toes clenching in pleasure. Vyrn was half-convinced if Tivv wasn't pinned, he'd have rushed to be in the very same position he was in, making out with the dragon's diaper in a heartbeat...a thought that was tempting to Vyrn as the dragon's aroma was now slightly overpowering his own senses. 


He rose a paw, and channeled. 


"Vyrn...good kobold...no great kobold...NO, BEST kobold..." he said, the amusement on the dimwit dragon's muzzle only growing as phantom limbs began to emerge in the shape of Vyrn's own paw, like an afterimage before launching free from his wrist. They began to circle the air. His breath was staggered, he could feel a fluttering in his chest, as the sensation in his rear was making his face screw up. Already he could feel warmth pooling in the front of his lap, and his other hand was gently applying itself to the padding, every feeling electric...his eyes rolled back a bit as a surge of pleasure made his entire body spasm in response. His entire being was primed to this biological directive...obeying a dragon, using a diaper, being carnal like this. He squeezed his knees around the sides of Tharaxion's muzzle, and let himself lean forward, palms against the dragon's forehead, bracing himself. 


He mimicked Tharaxion's actions on Tivv. Rocking the saturated padding back and forth on those smooth scales, his ascent curving alongside the slope against the bridge of the muzzle. From ridge he pushed back out before ascending again, this measured pace transferring the pressure he felt. He could feel his rump having grown drenched in his own release, urine flowing freely to wherever it could reach and be drank in, every little compress of the rustling padding making the 'hatchling' squirm as his diaper lightly dampened again, the heat beginning to stain his rump. But further, as he brought himself closer to the dragon's eyes, making a show of himself, he could feel the space between his cock and that soft cloudy front of his diaper disintegrate, burying his shaft onto the soggy diaper over and over. The levitating paws wasted no time in shifting their attention on Vyrn when he felt his arousal reach a fevered pitch, the impending need to poop his diapers growing more and more evident. 


Already the cavalry of glowing paws were applying themselves to his seat and front. Whenever space appeared, when the pressure let off one end, the paws were making up for it, pressing, prodding, rubbing and stroking at the diaper he adorned. Reminding him with every little poke and touch that he had soaked his diaper without hesitation, an afterthought to everything. And as his inhibitions loosened beneath the avalanche of draconic stink, he could feel himself losing his constraint. The only reason he hadn't filled his diaper, was solely due to the fact his muscles had long been trained to not simply relieve himself in his pants. It ran contrary to everything he knew, both in his pride over his intellect and just in maturity. 


But those concerns had been tossed away the moment he pissed himself. His leakguards held even with his efforts, but he could even smell HIMSELF amidst the cacophony of moaning kobolds and blissed out dragonborn, and stinky wyverns, and the messy-reared dragon. His own scent broke through the cornucopia and signaled his own descent, and it was...


So hot...


Several other ethereal hands coaxed their digits along the underside of Tivv's backside, plying themselves to the other kobold's accident. What Vyrn had never conveyed onto his allies, was while impervious to all sorts of pain, the hands did link sensory feelings back to him. And he could feel the absolute HEFT of the accident the mechanic had unloaded. There was no restraint, he truly was smitten by 'Raxxy's' potty accident and had brooked no delayed in emulation...his seat smushed and squished with every press, and he could tell his friend was thriving, his mask meant to preserve clean oxygen lost in lieu of his 'new mask', Tharaxion working to ensure that Tivv lived, breathed, and worshipped his accident. A better teacher for kobolds and diapers, there hardly could be. 


And that was when, Vyrn let the remainder of his magical paws, not just feel the smushy backside of a friend, but brazenly press onto the dragon's own overloaded seat. Watching pound after pound sift, without any sort of pause, had been like a primal awakening in his mind, and finally Vyrn had made a connection to it with another of his senses beyond sight and scent. He could feel every contour of the dragon's messy diaper...how it had once uncreased with the heft of his tail...only to crumple back up when it fell after his newest addition...he was still going, and Vyrn could FEEL that through his diaper. The hand on his own backside mirrored the action, his tail slowly hefting, as he found himself entrenched in the lesson, as if the dragon KNEW the haptic feedback would encourage Vyrn further. 


Soft heated breaths seeded every motion, pants of need and whiny want, as he felt the dam his adulthood had built begin to break down. His entire self-image was breaking down, inch by inch. His obligations, his kin, his feelings were being enveloped in this desire. And he could hear Tharaxion getting worked up...no, no it was more than that. 


As his magical paws trailed the diapertent, he could feel it throb in tempo to his every movement. His every gesture. He was enticing, exciting Tharaxion. So with that, Vyrn only had one choice left to him, in his own mind. 


Pivoting, moving his legs across the snout with both practice, squish, and eagerness, he had turned about-face and moved himself back down to the ridge. The dragon's muzzle had turned to the side during the entire stint of their enjoyment, clearly breathing with need. 


Up toward the nearest wall. Vyrn let himself lean and lurch against it, his wispy body leaning against the stone, the balcony eclipsed by Tharaxion's form. Vyrn was presenting his backside, his tail hiking and remaining flagpoled. Every hitched breath trembled, before falling, before he silently committed. Kobolds poop their diapers...and he was a kobold...the best kobold. 


He felt himself let go. Time had run out and it had nowhere else to go. He felt his backdoor began to widen, to open, and he felt all he had left to himself, empty out. His diaper swelled, the feelings of stupidity, of immaturity began to fasten and grow rapidly in Vyrn's mind, one of the paws sifting from his brace against the wall, before slowly finding itself to his muzzle. 
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"I'mma stupid, dumb...dumb, kobold..." he mumbled blissfully and dazed, unable to find his characteristic third word, contenting himself on the heavy surge of filth packing his diaper, how wonderful it felt. And in reverse, he began his motions again...this time, drawing his messy diaper closer to Tharaxion's face, using the slope to held feel the diaper's contents shift to the front. His mind was blanking out on pleasure, as the other paws began to knead into his padding, like it was memory foam, each ministration a reminder of who he was now...a diaper-needing kobold...


He dopily grinned in idiotic bliss, more burbling crackles emanating from his seat, as his first accident gave way to its' second...and third.


And to him? He'd keep going as much as possible...as many fillings as his diaper could withstand.


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Brunn satiated himself with what was a makeshift sloppy blowjob from an adorable brain-drained kobold. It was bit of an advantageous situation, and perhaps not something she would've done if her mind wasn't more or less in the best erotic haze of her life, but Brunn contented himself happily on her desire to please. And she had been happy and snuffling at his crotch for a while, even before Vyrn had been a buzzkill. Open-minded, the gardener had taken to lounging on a seat on the slope down, while chewing on some plants he had brought in. 


A little bit of antidote for the insidious mind-dimming 'poison' that filled the Warren, and kept everyone's intellect dimmed down. Though at this point, if the feedback loop was established properly, the dragon itself was going to be keeping all the kobolds it reigned over stupid by the time the incense cleared up. He gently pet the honey-colored scales of his 'friend', who was nuzzling against his lap now, wanting affection and attention in lieu of their lewd fun. He hadn't gotten off, but that wasn't a big deal. 


He merely chewed on a bitter root, that would keep him awake, though. 


Before he sighed, standing up, giving the drone a brief salute. 


"You be good and take a real quick nap." he instructed, watching the dazed reptile giggle a little before slouching against the ground, and begin to fiddle at her lap with gentle rubs. 


"Oooor that. Definitely like that better." he murmured, with a teasing grin as he lingered a moment longer to see her begin to self-pleasure, before he rolled his eyes, keeping a paw firmly square at his lap, before venturing out again, ascending up the slope to reacquaint himself with Vyrn and see if they were ready to subdue the dragon proper and mark his descent. 


There was a brief blink of Brunn's eyes as the dark-colored lizard saw...


Tharaxion. 


With Vyrn between his legs, worshipping his diapered cock, in a filled diaper of his own, and what was most certainly the paws of Tivv sticking out beneath the dragon's copiously used diaper. 


Brunn took a hesitant breath, his cock growing rigid with the aroma that permeated the air, before he took another bite of the gnarled root in his mouth. 


"Whooo boy. Vyrn and Tivv are going to be pissed. Well, they HAVE pissed, but uh..." Brunn spoke to himself, furrowing his brow. "That's...definitely not what we were going for. Definitely a dumb, dumb, dumb dragon, yes. But he's still ruling over everyone...we're just making a degenerate dragon, and if we don't get the reins on this, his children will just sweep in later and undo everything and we'll be caught...let alone the High Sable...Dreamwater's people will be joining in on our next orgy." he scowled, before thinking. 


"...He's not very smart right now...I'm sure he's got a big whiff of the incense....but nothing we've done so far has gotten him to succumb. How do you change his perception, if his people still think he's in charge? And if my brain goes buh-bye, like those dopes..."


There was a brief moment that the gardener paused, looking to the ground, eyeing the dirt. His pensive expression thought back. 


"Tivv was talking about...oh! That could work. But I'd have to be careful....ah! That'd be..." 


His glance at the dirt turned into a grateful one, as he concocted a plan, leaving briefly to get everything set up. 


"Nature always finds a way..." 


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Tharaxion wasn't sure when the last time was, when he felt this happy, but his festivities were an immense success! 


The stench of success was cloying, heavy, heady, and intoxicating. A filled diaper was a good diaper, he learned, and kobolds better be happy he let them use the same type of potty HE wore all the time. It was HIS potty now, and they could be good kobolds and emulate him. Especially these two silly kobolds! He liked the one he questioned, they had been very attentive to his rear and basically loved being smothered beneath his stink! It was funny and felt really good. And the mage friend? That one really, really loved being lewd! It had been super-duper hot when he made big poopies in his diaper like all kobolds do! 


He was the smartest, wisest, strongest, bestest, of all dragons afterall! He beat that big ol' meanie Caelion the...whatever he was, and now no one could stop him, or his big diapers! He beamed, pressing his paw gently to the back of the kobold who was lavishing his diapered cock with strokes, rubs, and humps. These two had been so weird and silly at first too, talking and speaking unlike any of his other drones, but all he had to do was get a nice thick diaper taped onto his rump, and they were back to normal, giving him all the attention he could ever ask for!


He might just elevate them to personal slaves forever, they were really REALLY good at this...he liked how much they were clearly in love with their diapers. And try as he might, Tharaxion found it hard to think too much, though the constant fog on his mind seemed to be slightly dissipating, the dragon electing to content himself with a new plan. 


"Dumbies! Come on, we're goin' downstairs and we're gonna show all the other dumb kobolds who's in charge and makes the best stinky diapers!" 


As he hefted himself off Tivv, the mechanic moaned in bliss, and whined as the heat that had pressed him beneath the dragon had been replaced. "Y-yessir! Tivv show how smart he is, and be poopiest kobold!" 


Tivv crawled onto all fours briefly, before drooling briefly,  as he began to match Tharaxion's saunter.


Tharaxion chortled. "Silly kobold, that's just how GOOD you are, you're not smart!" 


Such dumb kobolds, they needed constant corrections. 


Tivv's tail began to wag. "Not smart, Tivv good!" 


Meanwhile, the mage's idol now out of reach, the purple-lizard's own tail wagged in worship, as if eyeing a deity. 


"Yes! Show everyone how good, good, good Raxxy is! Raxxy make best diapers!" Vyrn cheered, as he began to march ahead of Tharaxion, before the dragon's tail curled ahead, and pulled the energetic kobold back like a ripcord. 


"Raxxy is smartest dragon ever, yes, good kobold! But dumbest kobolds stay downwind beneath their Master's poopy diaper. Master knows how much you LOVE his stinky pants!" he graciously offered, and Vyrn wasted no time in joining Tivv behind Tharaxion. 


A change of scenery displayed the full-damage of the Cinderpact's efforts, though Tharaxion was none-the-wiser to it having ever been different. 


Dragonborn mounted one another, huffing one another's seats in a huffy fervor of worship. Riding mounts were now diapered and being tended to by overly eagerly diapered kobolds were wanted nothing more than to find any way to capitalize on the bliss their padding wrought. And piles of kobolds on kobolds amounted, dogpiles of writhing ecstasy. Natural, perfect, an environment fit not just for kobolds, but for all his loyal legions amassed here. A truly carnal celebration. 


Perching himself on his poopy diaper and bringing a paw to his chest, Tharaxion cleared his throat as he smushed deeper, sinking into his seat. 


"Attention! Warren! Your great leader has something to say!"


Yes, a reminder to every kobold that he was their god, and they were his stupid, obedient, horny, loyal pamper-packers would be a good way to cap off tonight's revelries. He already could HEAR how many of them were erupting in their diapers from his presence and cadence alone. They were flocking...Tharaxion had hardly noticed the squirming beneath his rump, his two attendees now stuck under his bottom. 


Not that they would care. It was a good place for a dumb kobold to be. 


"As you all might be-"


"HOLD IT!" 


An interruption perturbed the dimwitted dragon, as he took a moment to realize that wasn't HIS voice speaking up. 


"Huh....?"


 His own attention sifted, sieved again to a new interaction. 


Every other kobold had been dulled, their mind's embracing the joy of oblivion. Not in a thousand years, did Tharaxion anticipate a voice speaking up in the midst of his grand celebration to interrupt him. But perhaps due to his jovial and currently dumber nature, the dragon didn't aggressively counter it. Curiosity overtook him, as a kobold strode forward. Scars aligned their body heavily, almost looking like the handiwork of one of his child. Tilting his head, the heavy weight so hard to keep upright in his intoxicated state, he eyed the source of the voice. 


"Hrrrm...? Is okay, dumb kob-"


"I SAID HOLD IT!" 


This finally broke Tharaxion of his patience. 


He was angry, and furious. The kobold's words held NO RESPECT AT ALL to him. None of the deference, respect, and care he had painstakingly crafted onto others! He was absolutely livid! 


"HOW DARE YOU! YOU BETTER HAS A GOOD REASON TO BE A POOPY-HEAD AND INTERRUPT ME! WHERE IS YOUR DIAPER, KOBOLD?!" he said in a juvenile manner, unfiltered and fed up with not getting his way. He eyed them...they had something in their paws, covered in a tarp, and hand balled up carrying something else. 


"My name is Brunn-"


"MuH nAmE iS bRuNn!" Tharaxion mocked, and despite themselves, everyone began snickering at his imitation, as the dragon closed the distance between them, his eyes peering down at the downcast look of Brunn. "THAT'S WHAT YOU SOUNDS LIKE! YOU SOUND-"


Tharaxion never anticipated what he saw next, his mind unable to comprehend the action. 


Brunn had just thrown something into his own face, his own eyes. 


Dirt. 


Tharaxion WINCED as the heavy cloud of dust filled the air, and he was now filled with curiosity at this absolute MORON of a kobold throwing dirt in his eyes. Not exactly HIS type of stupidity, but he guessed a disrespectful idiot with dirt in his eyes was still a form of stupid kobold. He laughed a bit as Brunn blinked and nearly doubled over. 


"Hahaha! You're so-HAHAHA!" Tharaxion couldn't even finish his sentence, easily amused, his bar of comedy brought low by the sight, almost ready to request Brunn do it again. 


But that thought would be his last thought. 


A dazzling kaleidoscope of familiar color that had once blitzed overhead, was now directly in front of his eyes. And the eyes of countless other reptiles watching the exchange. Held aloft, and overhead, the illumination was attracting the gaze of all like a moth to a flame. 


"...Tivv worked really hard on this box. Framed in copper, and with translucent glass, filled with projectors carrying a magical spell, a playback of it. An incredible powerful one, as you should know full-well." Brunn recounted, shrugging, as his red-eyes gazed headlong. "It casts light meant to captivate, ensorcell and transfix. Even if you turn your head away, the light is so bright that you'll see the shadow cast on the wall shift with its' hues...and draw you in. Even if you close your eyes, it bleeds past the eyelids....so long as the light gets through to your eyes without anything in the way, it transmits its' hypnotic spell deep into your psyche, your subconscious, etching itself out...."


Brunn shook his head, the pain-tolerant kobold's eyes still lightly watering at their edges. 


"...A little dirt can do wonders to interrupt the light. But why am I explaining all this complicated junk...to a BABY HATCHLING?!" 


 Tharaxion paused, his voice hitching in his throat as he whined plaintively. "I-I'm nodda baby! I'm-"


The colors were BORING into his mind as Brunn spoke. 


"You can hear them. The mantra. And all your kobolds and others are hearing it too....I'm not a mechanic like Tivv is, but I can still record a message into this box...have it play back straight into your brain ON LOOP...."


The dragon buckled, gritting his fangs, as he tried to resist briefly, his claws etching into the floor as his mind had a brief window of clarity, like all the stars aligning. 


"W-what?! N-No...you manipulated my servants...you made me...dumb...you...you and your friends under my diaper...YOU TRICKED me...no I won't lose power to you all this easily, I'll just get dirt and-"


Tharaxion is a big dumb baby.


The words SMASHED into his consciousness and left him disorientated, like his thoughts had been derailed and he was trying to set himself right in the world, the dragon nearly collapsing onto the floor and drooling. His eyes were still latched to the aurora transmitting to him, and he steeled himself. 


"I'M NOT A BABY! I'M APART OF THE SINISTER BROOD! I AM ONE OF THE GREATEST DRAGONS TO EVER LIVE, I SIRE NIGHTMARES, I DEFEATED THE HIGH SABLE! I AM NOT GOING TO BE BROUGHT LOW BY, OF ALL THINGS, FUCKING KOBOLDS!" he roared defiant, trying to cling to this last mote of his sanity, gouging out the ground with his claws, as if the tether onto the dirt would keep his being intact.


Tharaxion needs his poopy diapers.


The next part of the mantra hit, as Brunn chuckled, the proclamation of Tharaxion suddenly collapsing briefly, as the urge he had constantly humored over and over again the past few hours began to become pronounced once more. The urge in his gut kept building over and over, as if the pleasure his servants took, constantly refilled him. He was...


His mind was being broken under the realization, as he hissed, anxiety flooding his chest. 


"N-NO! MY SERVANTS, REMEMBER ME! REMEMBER WHO I AM! I'M....STOP THINKING OF ME AS SUCH SOME POOP MACHINE! I'M MORE THAN-"


Tharaxion sucks his tailtip for comfort, always has.


The next words crashed and Tharaxion's posture turned toward a proper sitting one, his tail coiling immediately to his front, his eyes welling with tears, that only refracted the light deeper into his mind. He nursed his tailtip, one of his life's greatest and most constant comforts. 


Right...? 


He winced, as his mind was being torn apart, shuddering in the absolute ECSTASY he felt, the dopamine that flooded as he nursed on the tailtip. He could feel his diaper warming in the front against his wishes, his agency being usurped. 


"N-nuuu! Nodda dumb baby! I-I-I'm clever, sharpest mind! Smarter than Caelion! I-"


Tharaxion doesn't know how to read or count.


The words began to reverberate, and DOZENS of kobolds were laughing at Tharaxion suddenly, as if his proclamation was just a little hatchling trying to play pretend, or get respect he hadn't earnt. Eons, ages had passed where he had known nothing but respect, and now he was being mocked! 


But the dragon slurped at his tail, suckling it deeper like a pacifier as he found himself unable to comprehend bigger concepts. He tried calling for help, that might work!


"Y-You, kobold drone-" he directed his head to a nearby kobold.


The answer was clear, still a leal, if chuckling, servant in orange-scales responded with a masculine voice. 


"Kobold Drone 9384!" 


The name was clear, but suddenly Tharaxion felt his mind tumbling over itself, a stupid expression plastered on his face as if his brain was draining before their eyes. His cock ached and throbbed and he hardly noticed Brunn had begun to masturbate in tandem with his collapse. 


"Nine...? How big...is...nine? Three....eight...four? Is that...the right order? Are you counting? Numbers....what are....numbers are for...."


Tharaxion's tail had sifted from his muzzle, the need for comfort becoming less obvious, as his dumbed state began to make itself evident. He tried etching the numbers into the dirt, and while his muscle-memory was perfect, he wasn't able to make out anything, squinting before pondering if he had done it out of order or...


"Nuuu.....I'm smart...I..."


His brain wracked itself. He had to have ONE achievement to his name, right? One intelligent...OH!


"Tharaxion smart, he uses potty!" he said, confident about his diaper, he- 


The lights were flickering in his sight again.


Tharaxion doesn't KNOW what a potty is...


"Potty....potty..." 


The words were mouthed, sounded out, but always felt foreign to the dragon all of a sudden. He was so SURE what a potty was just a moment ago, as if there could be absolutely no doubt once so ever.


But suddenly he drew a blank, a little sliver of drool running down his muzzle. 


If he just focused, maybe the answer would come to him. 


"Uhm...a potty is....a potty is..."


Tharaxion's too dumb to think.


The lights were so colorful, they painted everything in his vision, even when he wasn't looking at them. And all the creatures around were looking at him differently. Even his diaper felt so much heavier, so much warmer. He giggled, unthinkingly, announcing without qualm and perhaps with misplaced pride. 


"Raxxy dunno what potty is! Hadda ask kobold! Kobolds nice and give Tharaxion diaper to go poopy in!" he recounted from memory, barely able to piece together those thoughts, but it finally satisfied his curiosity. He WAS dumb, but he was kind of smart too! He knew to ask kobolds for help! 


He gently sniffed at Brunn, as more lights flashed in his head. 


Everyone knows Tharaxion belongs to kobolds.


"Raxxy...belongs to kobolds?"


It was the hardest thing to digest so far for the dragon, eons of superiority melting away under the barrage. 


But each subliminal message was hammering itself home. 


He was a big dumb baby that didn't think, know how to count or read, or what a potty was. He sucked his tailtip whenever he was anxious like a makeshift pacifier. 


And...and he NEEDED his poopy diapers. His tail hugged his mushy padding possessively, longingly, as the kobolds around no longer saw Tharaxion as he once was...but rather what he was NOW, or rapidly becoming. 


Even Tharaxion knows he worships his kobolds...


"Raxxy...belong to kobolds, kobolds superior...Raxxy big  dumb stinky hatchling!" he proclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the entire world to state. It felt good for some reason to remind everyone! “Sowwy, couldn’t hold it, like you asked!” he grinned, joyfully at his messy state.


The dragon's mind evaporated like fuzzy bubbles popping one after another. His maw found itself opening, eager to dedicate itself toward the shaft presented to his muzzle. It smelt musky and yummy and good, and all he had an oral fixation to satisfy. He was gentle, and felt a paw gently caress the top of his head, as moans were stifled from his behind. 


Brunn grinned as Tharaxion the Dread began to lavish and suck his cock. 


"Missssion accomplissshed. Mmmph. But it IS your party. No need for the fun to end so soon. I think Tivv and Vyrn would agree now.~"

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Elsewhere, a certain shorter High Sable peered into his scrying orb and patted his new underwear with his red scaly paw, his transformation near finished.. 

“...This helps explain the need for diapers I suddenly has! Yip!” Caelion said with cheerful aplomb, grinning. “Can teleport them back now…but….” 

He watched a little longer, before gently stroking at his front, a new flame ignited he hadn’t felt in an age.

“...Maybe watch a little longer. Think I understand why kobolds like sex so much nows!”