The kobold groans, rubbing his head as he blinks himself back into consciousness. Gazing around his surroundings, he quickly realizes that he’s surrounded by a darkness so vast that all he sees is a cold, stone-tiled floor. He scrambles up to his feet, grabbing the bars of the small traveling cage he is trapped in, rattling them as he shouts, “Help! Someone help me!”
Where is he? How did he get here? He tries to remember. There was a lovely little old goat lady. She had a sweet smile, and she carried a basket of treats. She had handed one over to him, a tasty caramel. It was so delicious. What was it that she said again? “Oh, hello, dearie. Aren’t you a sweet little lady? Sweet little ladies deserve sweets!”
That candy looked so delicious. He didn’t want to correct her. After all, if she couldn’t tell the difference between a male and female kobold, then she didn’t deserve to keep her candy.
Munie licks his snout, tasting the faint ghost of caramel upon his scales. Was it the candy, then? Was it drugged? Why?”
Suddenly, a horrific goat head charges straight at him from the darkness. 
He stumbles back, trips on his tail, and falls. “Eep!”
The old goat woman cackles, rubbing her clawed hands excitedly. “Oh, don’t you worry, dearie,” she says. “You’ll soon have all your answers when you meet Lady Estrasa herself.”
Munie’s eyes widen, and he clasps his chest through his tunic.
“E…. E-E-estrasa?”
The Goat Witch smiles a rotted-toothed grin, bleating happily in her sadistic glee. “Ah, so you’ve heard of her, then? When you are in her presence, only call her “Mistress” or “the Dark Queen Estrasa.” Show her the proper respect, and you’ll be rewarded greatly.”
Munie gulps. All he wanted was some candy… maybe he could trick the old lady out of giving him more so he could pawn it off for some extra cash—but now his lie has him in the lair of the most feared woman in all the lands.
In the dark silence, Munie’s ears catch the sound of soft padding through stone, like soft feet making their way down some unknown corridor.
Upon hearing that sound, the goat woman falls to her knees, bowing her head down low. 
Munie is far too transfixed and terrified at the darkness before him to move, and he remains on the ground, craning his neck up as he hears a voice in the darkness.
“And what is this, my servant…?” the voice emerges from the darkness, a velvety smooth voice, like the softest caramels. It melts in Munie’s ears, simultaneously adding an air of danger and… excitement?
“It is the female kobold, my lady. The one you’ve been seeking! A lonely female traversing the human lands.”
A dark cloak grows from out of the darkness, the woman within it hidden by the shadows that even the kobold’s eyes cannot see. “Is it now? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted an old goat.”
“M… Mistress?” The goat asks.
With a wave of the woman’s sleeve, the goat gasps, disappearing in a puff of smoke, replaced by an honest-to-goodness goat. It bleats in confusion and hops into the darkness, leaving Munie alone with the powerful spell caster.
“I suppose you’re often confused for a female?” The hooded figure asks. Her face and intentions are unknown.
Munie gulps and rubs a hand over his frills. “Y-yeah. Sometimes, It's helpful, but it gets me in trouble, too!”
“You know… I could use my magic to make it so you would never be confused for something you’re not.”
He blinks. “Y… you want to help me?” 
She brings a sleeve up to her mouth, tittering. “Hells, no. I’m doing this for my benefit!”
“D… doing what?” Munie gulps, grabbing onto his tail in a reflexive act of fear.
The Dark Queen raises her arms, her form still obscured. Fabric and cloth flutter around as she sways and waves in a dance that would be pretty impressive if she were visible underneath.
Munie finds his fear sinking in beneath him as he watches the show. Still, suddenly, she pushes forward, and he is hit with a wave of magical energy. Munie rolls back, his clothes exploding into tatters of fabric around him. Now nude on the floor, the poor kobold covers his loins.
“Aah…! What are you doing?”
“I was looking for a female kobold,” the dark queen says, and
soon, she steps forward. With each step, the cloth tumbles off her, revealing nothing underneath until about halfway through, when a midnight black head emerges and through the magical cloak. It is a kobold, naked save for jewelry on her wrists and ankles.
“W… whoa… you’re a… a?”
“A kobold?” The queen says, fluttering her eyes. “Hardly, but this form is much easier to get what I want from you…” She raises a clawed hand and curls her finger. 
Munie yelps as he’s dragged closer toward her by his wrists, his slit exposed for her to see. As he gets to her, she steps forward, fingers playing between his legs.
Munie gasps. His eyes are hazy as he feels her playing down there, coaxing out his tapered tip. “H… hey, what are you… doing?”
“I need someone, but not like you… not quite…” her finger brushes against his tip, and he can feel the magic fluttering through his form.
“I think I can make you exactly what I want for my immediate desires,” she coos. Then she lets go of him, steps back, and conjures up a stool out of the darkness. She sits upon it, one leg crossed over the other, and rests her chin on her palm to watch the show.
Munie falls to his knees, his kobold cock still out, twitching as if she was still touching it, pumping it furiously. He stares down at it, shocked that it's becoming so aroused, seemingly on its own, and then his eyes widen when he sees it shrink back down… no, wait. It’s not shrinking to its normal state—it’s just shrinking!
Munie looks up to the sultry kobold, face contorted into confusion and worry. “W… what are you doing to… to my ah!” He feels a sharp sensation, not quite pain, but strange nonetheless. He begins to itch so terribly that he cannot help but scratch at his arm. As he does, scales flake off in large chunks, falling from his body. He stares at his arm, crying out in surprise, not in fear, but in the strange relief. Underneath, his scales become smooth, much smoother than ever, and his arm is a little smaller, his hand much more dainty. “This… what?”
Next, as his cock recedes into his folds, he feels it as it
pushes up inside of him. Falling back, he brings his hands between his legs, panting heavily as fingers push inside of his slit, looking for his penis, but instead finding an opening, glistening in anticipation and sending pleasure up his body into his mind.
Munie squeaks, each breath becoming a higher and higher-pitched gasp as his voice shifts. He rolls his tongue out of his mouth, his eyes fluttering back, but then he feels so strange… his tongue is much farther than ever. There’s a pressure on his face, and he grabs his snout with both hands, taking unexpected whiffs of the fluids his fingers picked up from his opening. It’s subtly familiar—the scent of a female! He feels over his mouth, nose, and whole snout; while it’s still a snout, it isn’t his! It’s shorter and softer.
He knows now without a shadow of a doubt that the dark queen is not just hitting him with some spell but fundamentally changing him. But changing him… why? As he begins to ponder this, he is hit with a bullet of sensation as his hips expand. He raises them, balancing himself on the tips of his toes as his new hips push up lewdly toward Estrasa. His tail also thickens at the base, becoming slightly stronger, holding him in that lewd position.
As he stays in it, Estrasa walks up, two fingers rubbing between his slit once more. “Why am I doing all of this?” she asks, pressing those fingers inside of his… no, her, wanting sex. “It’s because I’m upset. That old goat pissed me off with another failure. I need something to divert my energy towards.” She yanks her fingers away, leaving Munie still groaning in need.
“Besides,” She says, spreading her fingers and scrutinizing the juices she picked up. “My tower is squalid. I need a new maid.” 
With her unsullied hand, she snaps her fingers, and Munie is brought standing to her wobbling and weak feet, fighting to keep her balance. In a puff of smoke, she suddenly is dressed in a little French maid outfit, both frilly and revealing. A moment later, a feather duster goes to her hands. 
“Now, be a good maid and clean up this mess of yours… I’ll be waiting to reward… or punish you later.” She chuckles, stepping off into the darkness and disappearing again, leaving Munie alone in a smaller, slightly heavier, and weakened form. 
“W… well,” Munie says. “At least I’m cute…”

Munie has had little time to settle into her new role as the maid of Estrasa, a powerful sorceress and self-proclaimed "Dark Queen." But even though she got used to her new job, the extraordinary thing to get used to is her gender change. The fact that her Dark Queen already had a kobold-sized maid's outfit among her vast hoard of treasure makes the once-male wonder how much of her new life the Dark Queen had planned.
"Your first task," her Queen had told her, "is to clean up the audience chamber. I need more people coming here to my demesne if they are to  have a false sense of security within my domain."
Sure, cleaning the enormous dark room is time and energy-intensive. Plenty of cobwebs are up in high places where stools wouldn't be used, so she has to be creative, scurrying up pillars to get to the real hard-to-reach places. Yeah, it is, but there are perks. First of all, the  Dark Queen always gives her food. After their initial meeting, Estrasa often strutted around the place in her apparently improper kobold form, delivering Munie enough eye candy to please her for a while. Overall, it's a good gig, but there needs to be more excitement. That is, until the day when he arrived.
Munie had almost conquered all of the rafters, but there was still a little cluster of webs up over Estrasa's throne. So, she decided she was going to tackle it today. As she got really into her cleaning act, though, the doors burst open, an
d the cloaked form of Estrasa billowed in, plopping herself into her seat.
Munie leaps at the sound but stops to peer over the side. Estrasa leans forward, tapping her fingers impatiently as footsteps echo from the halls beyond.
"O-Oh great, Dark Queen," comes a voice, a beautiful tenor with only the slightest waver to it. It sounds more like a practiced warble than the  quivering of fear, "I come bearing news from the city of Calin."
"You may come in," she growls, shifting in her seat as if looking for the perfect position to pounce.
A man, ruddy and handsome, with a well-trimmed mustache and the colorful garb of a bard, enters the room. Immediately, he bows his head and lowers down onto his knees. "My queen," he begins. "Vijaya is a traitor to your cause. I come to deliver this news to you and humbly request the forgiveness of my debts to him since it is to you his power defers."
From beneath the hood of Estrasa, a long and pronounced yawn fills the chamber, rattling the foundation to the rafters. This is followed by a stony and terrible silence.
"M... my queen?" The bard asks.
"I know already," Estrasa says, standing from her seat. She conjures a bottle and a glass before her. With a wave of her arm, the bottle pours out wine into the glass, almost ready for her consumption.
"And I deem your debts still unpaid. But I shall collect on them!" With that, she throws her arm forward, a blast of magic striking the bard,  knocking him flat upon his back. The shockwave of the magical eruption rattles the rafters. Poor Munie slips off her perch, squealing as she topples down below, only to knock the glass of wine over onto her mistress's robes, knocking over the glass in the process.
"Ah, my new servant," Estrasa says, seemingly not caring about the stained outfit. She once again shrinks down underneath her coverings. "You're just in time for the main event."
Munie scrambles off from her mistress's grasp. She's been here long enough to know to not presume anything. She bows before her, her own body trembling. "M... my mistress, I'm sorry. I was cleaning a-and your  great power was too much for me, and I fell, and-"
"No need to be sorry, my dear," Estrasa says, letting the clothing fall to the floor. Once again, she takes on the beautiful kobold form and walks up to Munie, holding out her left hand. "In fact, I need you for a little task. Come, take your mistress's hand."
Munie does as she is told but feels the dampness in those fingers; the stickiness from the sugary sweet drink is already evident on her hand. "Mistress, I didn't mean-"
Estrasa's right-hand presses a finger against Munie's mouth, and the sorceress shakes her head. "No, no, just come over here!"
Bare kobold feet click along the stone floor, heading toward the downed bird. The man groans and writhes around, his voice becoming more gravelly, and sweat marks his face. He runs his fingers over his cheeks,  growling and shouting in his pain.
Munie grasps her mistress's arm, but Estrasa pushes her aside. The kobold-shaped Queen spreads her fingers before Munie as she examines her bard. "He's getting what he deserves, being so presumptuous. Now, I need to get what I deserve... a clean hand. You spilled my drink. You clean it up."
Munie gulps and reaches for the small pouch of cleaning supplies she carries. Still, Estrasa pushes her hand forward, shoving her fingers into  Munie's mouth.
The kobold maid gasps as she tastes the wine-covered fingers. Even spilled on her mistress, the wine is the best she has ever tasted. She can't help but groan, grabbing onto her mistress's wrist and pulling herself closer, her tongue lashing between her fingers as she seeks desperately to lap up every last bit of that treat.
"Look, my pet," the mistress speaks, her voice an amazed hiss. "Do you see how much he struggles against it?"
Munie peers, seeing the man writhe around, his now pointed teeth gritted.
"He's fighting it much more than you did... you really have started to enjoy your new role, haven't you?" she asks, looking at Munie with narrowed eyes.
Munie responds by opening her mouth wide, letting her tongue wiggle between her mistress's fingers. That's what she wanted, right? It doesn't matter; it feels good to tease her!
"Look," Estrasa whispers, and Munie does as she's told, though her tongue finds a pool of that wine collecting in her mistress's upturned palm. She laps it up like an animal parched from exhaustion but is also a beast transfixed on the wonders before her.
The bard groans as he wraps his arms around him. Along his neck and chin, bright blue scales emerge. Through his gloves, claws poke through, sharp and somewhat rugged. He grits his teeth, tilting his head back and straining like a fish caught in a line. But a moment later,  his snout pushes forward, flesh disappearing as the scales take place.
His nostrils flare, and his eyes glow yellow as he stares at the two kobold women standing before him. His hat falls over his head,  blinding him, and he growls, clawing at the garment, tearing it to shreds in primal fury.
Munie stops. Her heart races as she watches the display, her hand moving down along her body without her even noticing, clutching at her skirt,  causing her to shudder as she sees this transformation.
He falls to his knees, his sleeves covering up his hands, the tatters of his hat and locks of hair falling uselessly to the floor. His tail tents his much-too-large pants before springing free, becoming the longest, thickest tail Munie had ever seen on a kobold. She gulps,  brushing her fingers over her own. Hers had never been that long, but she remembers the old adage about kobolds and their tails, and she gasps involuntarily.

The Queen pulls her hand away from her pet, a smile forming on her snout. With a wave of her hand, Estrasa's cloak forms itself over her again. Instead of the little kobold, the humanoid feminine figure fills the disguise as she slips back onto her seat, a low chuckle issuing from her throat.
The bard breathes heavily through sharp, gritted teeth. He scratches the floor, but then he pushes up, grabs his shirt, and tears the large thing apart, exposing his small, scaled kobold body before the two women.
Munie squeaks as she sees him. His scales are brand new, yet the shape underneath is toned and firm. His crest is the most rugged and ridged she had ever seen. His eyes, slitted and reptilian, take on the most draconic look a kobold has had. When he stands, he snorts, looking straight at her, his chest rising and falling as he takes his deep breaths.
"He failed Vijaya and me as a human. Perhaps he can serve us better as a smaller creature, hm?" the Queen asks, sipping her wine. "Oh, Munie, dear..." she coos. "Perhaps you'd like to help him acclimate to kobold mating rituals?"
Munie smiles as she hears those words. For some reason, she finds herself reaching down for her skirt, pulling it up, and showing the newly created kobold the frilly panties that went along with the maid outfit. Pooling in the center of the undergarment is a moistening spot dampened by the appearance of this stud.
The male kobold's eyes widen, and he sniffs the air; the slit between his legs quivers, readying for what is to come next. From between his legs, the tip of his rod emerges, glistening with his desires already.
Munie licks her lips and turns around, facing her mistress. She lifts her tail, letting it show off her kobold booty with her hands on her knees. As she looks over to her Dark Queen, a question forms in her mind and escapes from her throat. "Wuh... why?" she asks. "Why am I doing this?"
But she already knows why! This kobold is such a stud! Why wouldn't she want to take his cock? No, wait. Munie isn't a female--wasn't a female. He didn't want to take it up the cloaca. Then, why?
"You're such an obedient pet, my dear Munie," Estrasa says, leaning her hidden cheek upon her hand. "I asked you to slurp up that drink, and you never stopped to consider what it was. It's a wonderful concoction, ironically provided by that traitor Vijaya, and it expedites your kobold hormones, readying yourself for my newest servant."
The bard runs forward, wrapping his strong arms around her, his shaft poking against her pantied butt. She squeaks as she's lifted off of the ground by his strong arms, but she doesn't take her eyes off of her mistress. "I... I'm in heat!?" she asks, but deep down, she already knows the answer. Feeling that maleness against her, poking at her over and over and seeking entrance, she knows that feeling deep down through her blood. It's the feeling her mother felt, her mother before her, and her mother before her. That ancient, proverbial need, and now she, too, got to feel it and have it fulfilled!
The bard nuzzles against her crown, huffing heavily as he tries to get to her in frustration. Who is she to deny him? 
She wriggles about, her arm popping out of his vice-like grip, and she hooks a finger underneath her undergarments, pulling them aside. 
And, as his instincts come to him from the magic of the sorceress, the once bard, now insatiable male kobold, thrusts his mighty red halberd into her quivering want. The sensation is unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. 
Munie screams, her eyes getting hazy as her female virginity is taken from, no, willingly given by, her. To have a kobold fill her up, to shove his fat cock up inside her, all the while feeling the pull of heat. It's nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss!
Her mistress chuckles as she watches the two kobolds go at it. The former bard has the posture and the build of a rather handsome kobold gentleman. Still, his transformation, the pure primal reversion to a more bestial form, seems to have left his mind a haze for now. "Munie, dear," she purrs. "How do you like being filled by feral kobold cock? I think it suits you. What do you think?"
Munie gasps with each thrust as the bard holds her up, slapping his hips against her butt, filling her deeper with each push. She can even imagine her little belly stretching to accommodate that impressive member. She has no words to respond to her mistress and instead content herself with the higher and higher squeaks that come with being filled.
The bard fucks her so quickly that the newly-transformed kobold falls forward, causing both him and his maid toy to crash to the ground. While Munie breaks her fall with her arm, he lands on top of her, pinning her down and keeping her from escaping.
But why would she want to? Her tongue rolls out, and a dumb smile spreads over her face. Even though she huffs and squeaks in the pleasures that shoot throughout her body, she fights to speak up, to answer her mistress. "I... I love it... Mistress, I love kobold cock!" 
What is she saying? Munie would never take another kobold. That wasn't like him... but "he" didn't exist anymore. There is only Munie, the maid. There is only Munie, the servant of the great dark Queen. There is only Munie... the SLUT!
The bard squeezes his claws against her, and slight tears pop through the fabric as he keeps his grip on her. He throws his head back, slamming his cock once more up against her as far as he can go. With a primal roar to rival that of the most impressive of dragons, he unleashes his hoard inside her.
Munie freezes. She doesn't even breathe as she lets the sensation of ounces of kobold cum fill up into her womb. It kept going, never seeming to have an end for the scant few moments it occurred. Once he's done, the bard collapses, panting, leaving her on her knees, free once more.
Estrasa brings her sleeved hands together in an attempt at a clap, but the fabric only creates a dull thud between her concealed fingers. "Very good indeed, my little pet. You've become quite the cum hound, haven't you?"
Munie squeezes her eyes shut and rolls back onto her back, groaning as she moves her hands over her frills.
"Oh, what's that, my dear? Are you not satisfied?" the Queen asks. "Of course you aren't. When you're underneath me, you will only receive satisfaction when I want you to. I want you to realize that and appreciate what a gift it is to have the privilege to fulfill all your desires. Do you understand?"
Munie's eyes flutter open. She gulps, gasps, and then nods, muttering a "y... yes, my Queen...!"