Tik Tik sulks inside her room, keeping the lights dim as she scribbles words upon the page of her book. Not even the comforts of this superb hotel are enough to bring genuine cheer back into the kobold’s heart.
When she closes her eyes, Tik Tik can seethe bright, confident Andromeda humiliated and defeated by a demon Tik Tik helped bring back into this world. It’s all because of her that the Tournament even exists. It’s because of her that the people she wishes were happy are suffering.
“Why am I feeling this way?” the kobold writes, her shoulders hunched, her snout so close to the page that she can smell the parchment. “I’m a kobold. I shouldn’t care about what others are feeling when it doesn’t directly affect me!. My friends are my treasures, and I collect them to learn more and enjoy more, not feel bad when they break!”
Tik Tik growls and scratches out that last piece of writing, pushing the book aside and hopping off of her chair in a huff.
Knock, knock, knock.
Tik Tik’s head perks up, and she waves her hand, a ghostly claw opening the door to reveal to her a kobold towering over her height—Izon. She carries a book close to her chest as she stands in the doorway, looking downward, not just in size but in respect.
After a pronounced silence, the taller kobold says. “Uh… Mistress Tik Tik, or… Professor… is that what I should call you?”
Tik Tik frowns a moment, tilting her head. “Professor? I’m no teacher!”
“Oh, but you are!” Izon says. “I’ve studied everything I could about you, and ever since I got to meet you for the Tournament, I’ve been wanting to learn from you.”
“You don’t want to get close to me,” Tik Tik says, plopping herself on a soft cushion in a dark corner of her darkroom. “Too much trouble, and besides, we’re technically opponents, now. We could be going up against each other… if you can beat Draykan, that is.”
“Yes, well, I was hoping that maybe you could help me prepare for that.”
Tik Tik quirks a brow ridge at that. “What can I do to help with that?”
“Well, according to my research on your…” she says, fumbling through her book and notes. Izon looks towards Tik Tik, giving an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. It’s difficult to go through this without a table and all… can I please come in?”
Tik Tik waves her hand, and Izon steps inside, the door closing behind her.
“Well, ever since I got here, I got a lot more information,” Izon continues, laying out the book on the writing desk. “And it seems that you visited a university where there was one Professor Squeaks. During that time, you helped her in teaching erotic alchemy, including taking samples from a certain blue dragon.”
“Yes, I know Draykan,” Tik Tik says. “Rather intimately.”
“And my sources say you’ve discovered a means of transmutation within kobolds,” Izon continues. “A means that can turn a kobold into a dragon. I… I would humbly request that you teach me this technique.”
Tik Tik stands up from her lump, her tail swishing back and forth. “It’s a dangerous technique. I haven’t taught it to any other kobold. Then again, I don’t make it a habit to spread it around.” The pink kobold places her hands on her hips. “Why do you think you want it? Just to beat Draykan?
“No, not just that, but… I want to learn all the magic I can. Eroarcana is the frontier of new magic, but there’s only so much our kobold bodies can do. I could manipulate much better spells if I were to ascend to become a dragon.”
Tik Tik steps through the room, bringing forth a piece of chalk and attaching it to her tail with her magical spells. She draws a circle upon the ground as she considers Izon. The teacher kobold steps into the middle of her ring, tossing the thing once she’s done towards the other kobold. “Follow my lead,” Tik Tik says. “Maybe it’s time I start to pass down my knowledge to others.”
The chalk bounces in Izon’s hands a couple times before she finally catches it. She beams and gets down to mimic the circle that Tik Tik drew.”
“This technique emulates a potion that I helped to develop. Without the secret ingredient, you run the risk of catching the attention of the dragon goddess of fertility, as this spell invokes her power. That’s no big deal here in the tourTournamentcause Xasandra is watching this Tournament; I’d advise not using this too much without cultivating dragon weed from the sea.”
Tik Tik closes her eyes and recites the arcane incantation that she has worked on since her initial transformation, which feels like so long ago. The rush of draconic and divine energy rushes through her. The ennui that plagues the kobold zaps away as she rears back. Her clothes tear, her scales harden, her teeth sharpen, and her breasts emerge and expand. Soon, she towers over the other kobold with glowing blue eyes and smoke rising up from her nostrils.
Izon gulps, but she recites the incantations, feeling that same rush come through her. It’s too late to turn back now, as the thrill of excitement fills her, her own body feeling that same explosion of delight and power.
The tiny room designed for kobolds soon seems to be much too small as the now transformed kobold, curvier than Tik Tik and a head taller, looks down at her, hunching over just to fit. Izon growls, gritting her teeth. “This feeling… it’s incredible! Bu… but I just feel like I’m going to explode!”
Tik Tik waves her hand towards the wall, obliterating the thing and opening them up to the night sky. “Let’s go someplace more befitting our new size and try out this body of yours.
With that, Tik Tik leaps out, spreading her wings and flying far from her troubles!
Two dragons fly through the night sky. Both of them are awkward in their flight. Both twirl and spin and soar around each other, feeling the wind upon their naked bodies and reveling in the freedom that this new movement provides them. It is a care-free experience that TIk Tik had never attributed to this spell before and something that the kobold is quite happy to have associated with this transformation.
She soon perches on the edge of the hotel’s roof, dangling her feet over the side and swishing her tail against the rooftop.
Izon lowers herself down, tumbling onto the rooftop, stumbling as her momentum sends her forward.
Tik Tik giggles, looking over her head. “Having some difficulty controlling it?”
“It’s quite the experience, professor,” Izon says, walking up towards her, folding her wings around her shoulders, and moving to sit next to her.
Tik Tik turns towards her, reaching up, placing a hand upon Izon’s thigh. “You need to learn some control, though, right? This is a good place for that. Squat down for me.” She says this, fluttering her eyes.
Izon does as she’s commanded, and Tik Tik’s hand slides up along those scaled wings and over her shoulder and to her cheek. She then nuzzles their noses together.
Izon sighs, closing her eyes, taking that rubbing, churring in delight.
Tik Tik spins around and pushes herself up, pushing Izon down in the process. Tik Tik’s knee rises up, rubbing between Izon’s. She flicks her wrist, pulling the wings away, phantom fingers holding down her wrists.
Izon’s eyes flutter. Her heart does the same. “P… Professor…?”
“You want this, Izon…” Tik Tik doesn’t ask. The dragonness under her tilts her head back, and Tik Tik leans in, pressing her tongue against her neck.
Scaled hands move down her body, tracing over scales and caressing her breasts. “This is good craftsboldship,” Tik Tik says. “You make your tits really nice for your first try.”
“T… Thanks…” Izon says. “I… based them a bit… off of mine.”
“Mmm, yes, I noticed you have tits already. Quite fascinating how different kobold types are, hm? I’ll need to do more research. I’ll start with you.” She flicks a finger over Izon’s nipple and traces it down further. “There’s so much I don’t know, and yet you want me to be your teacher. How foolish it is for any of us to really know the truth of things…”
“P… professor?”
Tik Tik’s spell pulls Izon closer to the center of the roof. Tik Tik grabs below the transformed kobold’s knees, lifting her up and then surprising her by diving on it, her mouth burying between those dragoness legs.
Tik Tik isn’t talking, at least for now. She’s just letting her tongue delve deep into the other mage.
“Ah... Ah… Tik… Tiiik…” Izon sighs, tilting her head back, soft steam rising up from her nostrils. “I feel… so much more…” she says, “when I’m like this… t… thank you for showing me… the secret.”
Tik Tik pulls her mouth free, licking her lips. “There is more. Sex and magic go together. I’ve learned this quickly.” She sits on her knees, lifting Izon’s leg and sliding herself in, pressing her slit against Izon’s. “Ha… ah… a… and sometimes, sex is just… just sex…”
Izon’s toes curl, and she lifts her hips, rubbing and grinding against Tik Tik. Tik Tik drives the scissoring action, both of them building up pressure within themselves.
Words disappear from the two dragons as their sighs and moans trickle down the night sky, echoing about.
It isn’t too much longer than all her frustrations are spilling out of her as Tik Tik throws her head back, drops Izon’s leg, and spits out flame and roars to her orgasmic delight. The kobold falls back, back to her standard size, panting, sprawled out on the edge of that roof.
Izon still lays there, shrunk down, catching her breath, naked as the other kobold on the cold, windy roof.
“P… Professor…” Izon says, pushing herself up to her elbows. “Is there… is there anything I can do for you…?”
Tik Tik sighs and rolls on her side. “I’m just… not sure about myself. This Tournament, the people who hate me in it… it’s a big responsibility, bigger than anything else in my life and-”
She stops when she feels arms around her, the taller kobold snuggling up behind her, hands-on Tik Tik’s tummy. “Hey, there are people who still care about you, Professor. I wouldn’t have gotten to the second round without you.”
Tik Tik pats Izon on the hand and snuggles against her. “Yeah… that’s true… And now, you know more techniques to take on Draykan, but did I just mess with a friend’s chances? Am I allowed to do this? Why do I care!?”
“Professor?”
Tik Tik wriggles free and hops on up to the edge of the roof, looking over the sprawling city of Anteronia. “There’s something insidious about this city, Izon. I couldn’t really think about it while I was talking in the common tongue to everyone. To be able to speak with another kobold about my worries is so liberating, but…” she sighs. “I just feel lost.”
Izon slinks on up next to her, grabbing Tik Tik by the shoulders and giving her a great big hug. “You have shown many people the way, Tik Tik. Don’t feel lost yourself. But, I sometimes find, to know where you’re going, you need to look where you came from. Aren’t there kobolds from your tribe here? Maybe talk to them about what you’re feeling about.”
Tik Tik squeezes Izon and chirps. “Thanks, I needed that. Sorry, I’m such a sadbold. I’ll… I’ll do my best to get happy again!”
Izon giggles and nuzzles up against her nose. “You’re a genius and a scholar, professor. Don’t ever forget it!”