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"writing": "[b][u][center]A Show for Master’s Cheer\nFor Engy\nBy Draconicon[/b][/u][/center]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\nChris knew that his master was upset, and he knew that there would be problems for the other kobolds and servants of the golden dragon if something wasn’t done to address that. After all, for all that he ran most of Engy’s day-to-day administrative works, he knew that the golden dragon was the major creative force for their work, and more than that, he knew that Engy was also the one that most of the clients liked to meet with. He had a smiling style to himself that made everyone feel happy and at ease, and while Chris could carry out the money and accounting and contracting side, everyone preferred to spend time with the master.\n\nAnd he was fine with that. He genuinely was. But that meant that he had to get the master out of his downer day as fast as possible, considering they’d already put off this client three times, and they were on the verge of losing the contract.\n\n“What do we do?” one of the other kobolds asked.\n\n“Leave it to me,” Chris muttered, putting his clipboard down on his desk. “Gimme two hours, and master will be as happy as can be.”\n\n“How?”\n\n“Just trust me.”\n\nHe waved the kobolds off, making sure that they hustled away at speed before the master could be aware that there were twenty-plus of them in the antechamber just outside his office. Chris shut the door leading out to the rest of the building and locked it, tilting his head from one side to the other. Crick-crack went his neck, and as he stretched his arms overhead, his shoulders followed.\n\n“Mmmph…okay, master. You want to be depressed? Let’s see you be depressed when you see this…”\n\nDespite keeping to a kobold shape these days, Chris had always been a powerful changeling. He enjoyed the various forms that he could take on, and he knew that his master enjoyed seeing the transformations just as much. Oh, the still-poses after were hot enough, but it was the shifting that his master loved.\n\nHim, too, as a matter of fact. He loved that sense of growth, that realization of potential, the feeling of being in a different shape that made someone happy. Particularly his master.\n\nAs he took off his shirt, his pants, his underwear, he debated what sort of shifts he should do this time. Something big, obviously; his master loved the size play, loved seeing little things get bigger and bigger and bigger. But what?\n\nHorses were common, but the master did love the way that scaly balls could drop further and further, getting shiny and taut with seed.\n\nElephants were bigger still, and they had a massive shine to them, but he knew that the master didn’t always like the big-chub look that they brought with them.\n\nThen there were dragons, but the master was already a very sexy dragon, and it would be hard to compete with that.\n\n[i]Decisions, decisions…[/i]\n\nChris was still making up his mind as he walked across the reception area, pausing at the door with his hand on the knob. Completely naked now, his balls hung low, a little more than halfway to his thighs. His cock, grown for the master’s pleasure, hung over them, tip just a little bit further down.\n\nNice.\n\nLong.\n\nHeavy.\n\nFull.\n\n[i]Hmmm…horse, first. I think horse would be best.[/i]\n\nNodding to himself, the gray-scaled kobold pushed the doors open. Unsurprisingly, he found his master leaned over his desk, head against the plush surface, groaning under his breath. The usual potion set had been put over to the side, and there were bags of chips all around the room as well as bottles of soda. A faint haze of some smell or other hung in the air, just strong enough to catch his nose, but not strong enough to affect him. Some potion or other that hadn’t quite gone right, as far as he could tell.\n\n“Master.”\n\nEngy looked up at him as he spoke. The dragon’s bleary eyes fixed on him, went to his balls, and then went back up. The master groaned and closed his eyes.\n\n“I’m not in the mood for sexy times.”\n\n“You don’t have to be.”\n\n“Then why are you naked?”\n\n“Because I thought you’d like a show.”\n\n“I just said –”\n\n“It’s not to get you to fuck me.”\n\nChris chuckled, taking a step forward with a snap of his fingers. The familiar feeling of the old green flames of his transformation powers running down his spine hit him hard, and he sighed as he felt it rushing through him once more. Engy looked up just as it started running over the base of his cock, starting to pull the scales up in tight skin, creating the start of a sheath.\n\n“It’s just to cheer you up…”\n\n“…Oh.”\n\n“Heheh. Oh.”\n\nChris kept up the slow walk, each step determined and focused. One step, two, three, before the spine started cracking, pushing his head and shoulders higher and almost throwing off his balance. Almost. He was too good at the whole transformation thing to be caught off-guard by something like that.\n\nAnother step, another, feeling the soft crick-crack of his spine growing, his height changing, his already-thick hips getting rounder and wider. One step, another, another, his legs straining and growing outward, muscles along his thighs and calves starting to stretch against scales.\n\nAnd the scales, of course, already changing as well. It started at the groin, but it pushed outward, the smooth scales of a kobold becoming something else. For a moment, Chris considered his old, darker form, but no. He would be something a little more delicate. He let white fur run over his thighs, up his stomach, along his hips, each passing second spreading the soft fur across his body that little bit further, making it that much more obvious against him.\n\nAs he crossed the room, Engy sat up a bit further in his chair, observing the show that much more. Chris would have grinned if it wouldn’t have ruined the moment; this was just what he had hoped would happen.\n\nHe grew taller, rising up from five feet to six, then just short of seven. He turned on his heel at the end of the metaphorical runway, leaning against Engy’s desk, and the transformation went right down to his crotch.\n\nPulse.\n\nPulse.\n\nPulse.\n\nHis already-shifting dick, having gained a sheath and his balls having lost their scales, grew outward. The tip started flattening, the hole at the tip already oozing so much pre-cum and getting bigger to drip more. It spread out, getting longer, fatter, properly stallion-like as he stood there. Turn, turn, showing off the sheer size of it, and –\n\nOh, it felt good to have the master’s eyes on him like this. There was something [i]so[/i] good about having the master stare at him while he changed. Bigger, thicker, longer: his cock kept pushing forward, leaving his sheath and rising up, the flat tip almost touching his pecs as he turned on the spot.\n\n“Fuck…”\n\nEngy’s little whisper was all the more encouragement to the shapeshifter. He turned around, his tail pulling in, dragging into his spine before splitting into hairs. They hung loose over a rump that expanded, growing outwards, getting thicker and spreading to show off the pucker between.\n\n“Damn…”\n\n“Master likes the view?” Chris asked, reaching back to jiggle the cheeks.\n\n“Mmmph…could be bigger…”\n\n“Oh, that’s coming…”\n\nHe kept turning, facing back toward the office door. Now, with each step, his ass fattened, getting jigglier and rounder, even as his balls slipped further and further down. More than halfway to his knees, and soon, all the way down. He could feel the sheer weight of them, the heavy orbs pulsing and churning away, begging for attention. And he could feel the master staring at him as he walked away, each step just wide enough to show his ass, his puffing pucker, and his balls as they hung low between his thighs.\n\n[i]That’s it, master. Just watch and enjoy. You don’t have to do a damn thing when you have someone like me under you. I’ll do all the work. You just enjoy the show.[/i]\n\nChris reached the office door and slowly turned on his heel again, looking back at his master. Engy was sitting up straight at his desk, a smile and a blush across his cheeks. The once-kobold chuckled, folding his arms across his chest, having become quite the tall stallion. White-furred, thick-shouldered, with lean muscles across his stomach and thighs and arms, he was quite the picture of the flamboyant, well-endowed horse, someone that probably bottomed heavily despite being so well-endowed as they were. He gestured at himself.\n\n“Well? What do you think?”\n\n“…I think…that was one of the hottest runways I’ve ever seen.”\n\n“Hehehe, I liked doing it, master. And I have a few more that I could show you, if you’d like.”\n\n“…Got a dragon in there?”\n\n“None as sexy as you.”\n\n“But you do?”\n\nChris nodded.\n\n“Dragon next.”\n\n“Heh, as you wish, master.”\n\nAfter all, dragons [i]were[/i] superior, and he knew how much Engy loved seeing people turned into scaly figures. This should do just about perfect to drag him out of his funk before the meeting…\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n \nSummary: A kobold needs to drag his master out of a funk. Time to put on a TF runway.\n \nTags: M/solo, Transformation, Exhibitionism, Ball Growth, Cock Growth, Kobold, Stallion, Engy Story, Growth, Showing Off, Master, Dragon, Horse Cock, Pre-Cum, ",
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A Show for Master’s Cheer For Engy By Draconicon
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Chris knew that his master was upset, and he knew that there would be problems for the other kobolds and servants of the golden dragon if something wasn’t done to address that. After all, for all that he ran most of Engy’s day-to-day administrative works, he knew that the golden dragon was the major creative force for their work, and more than that, he knew that Engy was also the one that most of the clients liked to meet with. He had a smiling style to himself that made everyone feel happy and at ease, and while Chris could carry out the money and accounting and contracting side, everyone preferred to spend time with the master.
And he was fine with that. He genuinely was. But that meant that he had to get the master out of his downer day as fast as possible, considering they’d already put off this client three times, and they were on the verge of losing the contract.
“What do we do?” one of the other kobolds asked.
“Leave it to me,” Chris muttered, putting his clipboard down on his desk. “Gimme two hours, and master will be as happy as can be.”
“How?”
“Just trust me.”
He waved the kobolds off, making sure that they hustled away at speed before the master could be aware that there were twenty-plus of them in the antechamber just outside his office. Chris shut the door leading out to the rest of the building and locked it, tilting his head from one side to the other. Crick-crack went his neck, and as he stretched his arms overhead, his shoulders followed.
“Mmmph…okay, master. You want to be depressed? Let’s see you be depressed when you see this…”
Despite keeping to a kobold shape these days, Chris had always been a powerful changeling. He enjoyed the various forms that he could take on, and he knew that his master enjoyed seeing the transformations just as much. Oh, the still-poses after were hot enough, but it was the shifting that his master loved.
Him, too, as a matter of fact. He loved that sense of growth, that realization of potential, the feeling of being in a different shape that made someone happy. Particularly his master.
As he took off his shirt, his pants, his underwear, he debated what sort of shifts he should do this time. Something big, obviously; his master loved the size play, loved seeing little things get bigger and bigger and bigger. But what?
Horses were common, but the master did love the way that scaly balls could drop further and further, getting shiny and taut with seed.
Elephants were bigger still, and they had a massive shine to them, but he knew that the master didn’t always like the big-chub look that they brought with them.
Then there were dragons, but the master was already a very sexy dragon, and it would be hard to compete with that.
Decisions, decisions…
Chris was still making up his mind as he walked across the reception area, pausing at the door with his hand on the knob. Completely naked now, his balls hung low, a little more than halfway to his thighs. His cock, grown for the master’s pleasure, hung over them, tip just a little bit further down.
Nice.
Long.
Heavy.
Full.
Hmmm…horse, first. I think horse would be best.
Nodding to himself, the gray-scaled kobold pushed the doors open. Unsurprisingly, he found his master leaned over his desk, head against the plush surface, groaning under his breath. The usual potion set had been put over to the side, and there were bags of chips all around the room as well as bottles of soda. A faint haze of some smell or other hung in the air, just strong enough to catch his nose, but not strong enough to affect him. Some potion or other that hadn’t quite gone right, as far as he could tell.
“Master.”
Engy looked up at him as he spoke. The dragon’s bleary eyes fixed on him, went to his balls, and then went back up. The master groaned and closed his eyes.
“I’m not in the mood for sexy times.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“Then why are you naked?”
“Because I thought you’d like a show.”
“I just said –”
“It’s not to get you to fuck me.”
Chris chuckled, taking a step forward with a snap of his fingers. The familiar feeling of the old green flames of his transformation powers running down his spine hit him hard, and he sighed as he felt it rushing through him once more. Engy looked up just as it started running over the base of his cock, starting to pull the scales up in tight skin, creating the start of a sheath.
“It’s just to cheer you up…”
“…Oh.”
“Heheh. Oh.”
Chris kept up the slow walk, each step determined and focused. One step, two, three, before the spine started cracking, pushing his head and shoulders higher and almost throwing off his balance. Almost. He was too good at the whole transformation thing to be caught off-guard by something like that.
Another step, another, feeling the soft crick-crack of his spine growing, his height changing, his already-thick hips getting rounder and wider. One step, another, another, his legs straining and growing outward, muscles along his thighs and calves starting to stretch against scales.
And the scales, of course, already changing as well. It started at the groin, but it pushed outward, the smooth scales of a kobold becoming something else. For a moment, Chris considered his old, darker form, but no. He would be something a little more delicate. He let white fur run over his thighs, up his stomach, along his hips, each passing second spreading the soft fur across his body that little bit further, making it that much more obvious against him.
As he crossed the room, Engy sat up a bit further in his chair, observing the show that much more. Chris would have grinned if it wouldn’t have ruined the moment; this was just what he had hoped would happen.
He grew taller, rising up from five feet to six, then just short of seven. He turned on his heel at the end of the metaphorical runway, leaning against Engy’s desk, and the transformation went right down to his crotch.
Pulse.
Pulse.
Pulse.
His already-shifting dick, having gained a sheath and his balls having lost their scales, grew outward. The tip started flattening, the hole at the tip already oozing so much pre-cum and getting bigger to drip more. It spread out, getting longer, fatter, properly stallion-like as he stood there. Turn, turn, showing off the sheer size of it, and –
Oh, it felt good to have the master’s eyes on him like this. There was something so good about having the master stare at him while he changed. Bigger, thicker, longer: his cock kept pushing forward, leaving his sheath and rising up, the flat tip almost touching his pecs as he turned on the spot.
“Fuck…”
Engy’s little whisper was all the more encouragement to the shapeshifter. He turned around, his tail pulling in, dragging into his spine before splitting into hairs. They hung loose over a rump that expanded, growing outwards, getting thicker and spreading to show off the pucker between.
“Damn…”
“Master likes the view?” Chris asked, reaching back to jiggle the cheeks.
“Mmmph…could be bigger…”
“Oh, that’s coming…”
He kept turning, facing back toward the office door. Now, with each step, his ass fattened, getting jigglier and rounder, even as his balls slipped further and further down. More than halfway to his knees, and soon, all the way down. He could feel the sheer weight of them, the heavy orbs pulsing and churning away, begging for attention. And he could feel the master staring at him as he walked away, each step just wide enough to show his ass, his puffing pucker, and his balls as they hung low between his thighs.
That’s it, master. Just watch and enjoy. You don’t have to do a damn thing when you have someone like me under you. I’ll do all the work. You just enjoy the show.
Chris reached the office door and slowly turned on his heel again, looking back at his master. Engy was sitting up straight at his desk, a smile and a blush across his cheeks. The once-kobold chuckled, folding his arms across his chest, having become quite the tall stallion. White-furred, thick-shouldered, with lean muscles across his stomach and thighs and arms, he was quite the picture of the flamboyant, well-endowed horse, someone that probably bottomed heavily despite being so well-endowed as they were. He gestured at himself.
“Well? What do you think?”
“…I think…that was one of the hottest runways I’ve ever seen.”
“Hehehe, I liked doing it, master. And I have a few more that I could show you, if you’d like.”
“…Got a dragon in there?”
“None as sexy as you.”
“But you do?”
Chris nodded.
“Dragon next.”
“Heh, as you wish, master.”
After all, dragons were superior, and he knew how much Engy loved seeing people turned into scaly figures. This should do just about perfect to drag him out of his funk before the meeting…
The End
Summary: A kobold needs to drag his master out of a funk. Time to put on a TF runway.