[b][u][center]The Dragon’s Unveiled Desires
Part 2
For Engy
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



It was surprisingly easy to find all the different ingredients along the lakeshore. There was one that he had to backtrack towards the mountains to find, but in total, searching out his ‘quest objectives’ only took Engy a total of three hours. He had imagined that it would take a good bit longer, though by the end of it, he was glad that it had been as ‘easy’ as it was. He was really feeling the lack of a good constitution score.

Who would have thought a game turned real would feel so real?

He panted as he walked back to the village. Tibaka waited for him at the village center, the thick-shouldered kobold grinning at him the instant that he came into view. The little guy ran over, hugged Engy around the middle, and nuzzled into his chest.

[i]I’m never going to get used to that…[/i]

Blushing, he gently pushed the chieftain back, holding up the collection of plants. The green-scaled kobold nodded.

“Perfect. We can start trying to break your curse tonight.”

It wasn’t a curse, a part of him was tempted to say, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to let it out. There was something so pure and loving and lovely about the little guy, and he didn’t want to wreck it by taking away his hope.

So, instead, he followed Tibaka through the village to a standing cauldron over a cookfire. Water was already bubbling inside, and the kobold laid the plants down on a series of wooden cutting boards. He pulled a knife from his belt and set to work, chopping some of them and merely draining the fluids from others.

“You’re trained at this?” Engy asked.

“Well…kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“I don’t know all the potions, but I found a book one day. A lot of stuff in it.”

“Was it a big one?”

“A little. Hard to read, but I did my best.”

That was impressive, all things considered. Most of the tomes that the game world had were little more than scratchings of flavor text that meant nothing in the long run, just a little bit of spoils towards skills and stats, but the fact that a monster had put it together really emphasized the difference between this world and the game world.

That was what he told himself, at least. The more distance that he put between the Engy of the game and the Engy here – himself – the better he felt. The less that he thought about the other world as real, where he had been a monster hunter and would have slaughtered these kobolds already, the less guilty he felt. It helped that Tibaka was so welcoming and loving, and that the other kobolds were starting to overcome their fear of him, but he still wanted to hold onto the good stuff for as long as possible.

The cauldron bubbled higher, he cocked his head to the side. The potion didn’t look like anything that he had seen before, but then again, he had never indulged in TF potions in the other game. If one just poofed over, it never felt…satisfying. Like it wasn’t real, or right.

Or fun.

He rubbed the back of his head as he did his best to sit comfortably without letting his junk grind on the ground. It was harder than he expected, considering that his balls would normally hang a third of the way down his thighs anyway at this point, and his cock was just over a foot long while soft. It meant that he had to sit on his legs to avoid grinding his junk against the earth, and he groaned as he felt his legs doing the same.

“Mmmh…”

“You okay, master?”

“Just getting used to…everything.”

“Do you want to –”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay, master. But you look good naked.”

He wished that was easier to accept, too. Compliments were hard.

As the potion bubbled away, he looked up at the mountain, and then back at his guide. The chief hummed to himself, busily working the potion, but every time that there was a break, the kobold looked back at him, clearly ready for any kind of order that he might want to give.

Fuck. Why was that…

He shook his head.

“What’s the name of this village, by the way?”

“Oh, this is Ikatika. Same name as the tribe.”

“So, does that mean that your name is Tibaka Ikatika?”

“No, no, we don’t have last names.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Well, we don’t have them [i]now.[/i] When you’re a dragon, my name would be Tibaka d’Engy, of the Ikatika.”

So, his name would affect all of them, and quite intimately, as well. That…that was certainly something that he didn’t know, and something that made him feel both rather attached and rather worried.

What if he wasn’t good enough?

What if he screwed up?

What if?

What if?

It kept spiraling around in his own head until he gave himself a light slap to the back of his neck, shaking his head again as he forced himself to breathe normally. His fingers curled tight around his knees as he held himself tight, on the verge of rocking back and forth before he got hold of himself.

He would make this work.

He could, and would, do this.

“Almost done,” Tibaka said.

“So…what exactly is this potion?” he asked. “Just…what does it do?”

“Well, we don’t know what cursed you, so we can’t just make a curse-breaking potion. So, we’re going to try and turn you into a dragon properly. If I did this right, then you’ll start getting scaly all over, and then start getting all the dragon pieces.”

“…That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Well, that didn’t sound so bad. And it felt like it’d be easy enough to actually accomplish. All he had to do was take a drink and hope for the best.

As soon as Tibaka had poured the potion into a rough mug, he took it and looked inside. It was a soft pink color, almost like some of the lust potions in other games that he played, and he bit off a groan as he felt his cock twitch at the idea of feeling what a real lust potion would feel like going through his body. That wasn’t this, he had to remind himself, but there was a part of him that wished it was.

Bottoms up, he thought. He tilted the mug back, tasted something vaguely fruity, and just kept drinking. A little bit at a time, going down his throat, sticky but not so much as to be like honey. More like a thick syrup that wanted something to loosen it up, but could be drunk if one had to.

And then, it was done.

He put the mug down, looking down at his arms, then feeling his face. Nothing there, nothing anywhere just yet. A little disappointing, but at least it wasn’t a total ‘poof.’

“Okay…so we just – ahhhh!”

He broke off as he stared at his fingers, little yellow scales starting to pop out at the fingertips and working their way down his digits. His eyes went wide as he realized that this was really happening, feeling the strange stiffness that came with it that slowly melted away as the scales took the place of his flesh. His nails itched as they started extending, growing longer, darker, no longer just at the top of his finger but pointing out of the tip, as well. The sense of weigh at the end of each digit was there for a moment, only to fade as it was supplemented by some sort of extra strength beneath the scales.

Even as his arms changed, subtly and slowly but surely, he could feel a few tweaks to his stats, as well. They were getting better in the Strength category, giving him a few more points there, and he could feel the surety in his limbs. As the scales slowly spread, bubbling up around his skin and then linking to the other pieces, he could feel the strength, the muscles, the power that were slowly taking hold.

“It’s…is this it? Is this…me?” Engy asked.

“Something’s happening, but…”

“But?”

“But it’s not quite…dragon.”

“What do you mean? That’s scales, right?”

“Well, yeah, master, but…but look at the way that they’re shaped.”

Shaped? He look a closer look, and realized that Tibaka had a point. They were slightly more rounded, smoother than the pebbly dragon scales that he remembered from the other world. They weren’t quite wrong, wrong, but they weren’t right, either. He ran his hands down his arms, shaking his head as he tried to place what he was looking at.

[i]If not dragon…[/i]

Then what else had scaly arms and had greater strength?

Not lizardfolk; that would have meant a much thicker arm than he currently had, and even as the scales spread to his biceps over the course of a full five minutes, there was no sign of his arms actually thickening up. So, it wasn’t that.

It wasn’t until he felt something ticklish between his toes, forcing him to lift his robes and look down, that he finally got an idea of what was happening. Brown fur and fuzz had formed at the tips of his toes and continued a slow creeping pace towards his ankles, and he shook his head.

“Gryphon,” he muttered.

“Oh, that’s not bad, master. We’re close.”

“How is that close?”

“Well, um, it flies. And it’s half-scaly.”

That was true, he supposed, but he was still surprised at how annoyed he was that this first TF wasn’t going to be the right one. He had thought that he was just indulging this for the sake of the kobolds, but now that they were doing it…

[i]…Do I really want to be a dragon?[/i]

It was a question that nobody had ever really asked in the other game. It had never been an option. The closest one could get to it was a few mutations from the magical area beyond the woods of the elves. Anything that actually went past human or elven or orc had been out of bounds for the player codes in the game.

But here…now…

“How long will…the transformation, um, how long will it take?” Engy asked.

“I’d say…two hours?”

“Two hours?”

“I didn’t want to do it too fast; you sounded so excited about it taking longer –”

“I know, I know. Sorry. Sorry.”

He was just surprised more than anything. He’d thought that it would be a few more minutes to completely transform to gryphon, but if it took two hours, it’d take two hours. It’d be interesting to see how long he stayed gryphon afterward, but for now, he’d be able to take his time and just…enjoy it, watch it happen, feel it going on the whole time.

And considering how long two hours would be…

His cock twitched beneath his robe, something that both of them noticed. Tibaka cleared his throat.

“Master, I might…suggest less clothes.”

“…Do you have a loincloth?”

“Oh, I have just the one!”

#

“Horny little lizard…”

Engy blushed as he sat on a rock just outside the village, having left as soon as he got the new article of clothing for a bit of privacy. He blushed as he looked down at himself, the loincloth little more than multiple strings of beads rather than the leather that the other kobolds wore. Even without getting hard, his dick stuck out of the bottom of the garment, and when it was stiff, it just pushed right between the strings of beads. There was no hiding it, or his balls, for that matter.

The transformation had never stopped, and the fur had crept up to his inner thighs, with the hint of a tail starting to grow out from the base of his spine. He reached around his back, feeling the little nub, and he bit his lips at the weird sensitivity that came from touching it. Well, bit something; his lips had gone hard, and they were starting to curve just a little bit, and he knew that had to be the start of a beak.

Slow transformation was completely different to what he had expected. Most of his fantasies had covered something more like a few minutes of TF, not something that would go on for a significant part of the way. He shifted his weight from one ass cheek to the other, feeling as if it was already more plush than it used to be, and that, too, sent a blush to his cheeks.

“Mmph…”

Engy shook his head, forcing himself to think about what lay ahead for the rest of the day. He still had a half hour or so of transformation before this would be completely done, which meant that he’d be dealing with being non-human for a little while longer. Then…

Well, he had to admit, it’d be hard to resist taking Tibaka up on some of the offers that the chieftain had made while they were fitting him with a loincloth. That horny little guy made no secret that his ass was open for business, and that he’d be happy to go lubed from getting fucked by some of the rest of the tribe, or nice and tight for the ‘master’ to break in properly.

He honestly didn’t know which one he preferred, but he could feel a dragon-ish instinct deep down inside demanding first dibs. It was…weird. Hot, but weird.

“Mmmph…”

Engy spread his legs a bit further as he felt the fur spreading a bit further up his legs. After the first half-hour, the transformation had continued in fits and bursts, coming up and then stopping, then coming up again. Now, it was spreading along his balls, spreading a light-brown fuzz along his sac and reaching all the way up to the base of his cock. Yet, even as it made contact, he groaned, leaning forward on the rock, huffing and puffing as his dick strained from the all-too-pleasurable sensation of his balls growing.

“Fuuuuuuck…”

Huffing through clenched teeth, he carefully reached down with one clawed hand and felt his balls. Oh, they were definitely bigger, bigger and heavier against his fingers, and he shivered as he felt them pulse and churn against his hand. Swelling, heavier and heavier, and with each pulse and churn, he felt that need, that unsatisfied hunger, getting stronger and stronger between his legs.

If this was how gryphons felt all the time, he wondered how they ever stopped rutting. If this was how a dragon could feel, he wondered if he’d want to do anything but cum his brains out constantly.

“Mmmph…”

He rolled his hips forward, feeling the weight between his legs swinging like a metronome, forward, back, smack. They were so big now that the impact of his balls – from cantaloupe to something halfway between them and watermelons – didn’t even sting. Not even a bit. It just…was kind of a sensation.

A nice sensation.

A hot sensation.

He groaned as he bucked his hips again, feeling the tightness in his cock getting worse, the feeling of sensitivity that had already taken root there building up all the more. How it would feel to just rut someone right now, to feel his cock – his foot and a half long cock – getting bigger, thrusting past a tight pucker.

Taking what he wanted.

Using who he wished.

And them…being so very willing.

He huffed, smelling his own scent as he did. His cock had started dripping, and the changes down there weren’t the only ones. He could feel the slow spread of feathers along his back, the pressure of wings at the top-center of his spine. Those were growing in, too, and his toes – furry, clawed, and padded – pressed firmly to the earth. The only bits of humanity left to him were his face and his core, and even they were slowly changing as a mix of fur and feathers were closing in on his chest and stomach, and as his lips and nose were slowly hardening.

[i]God…never thought…never thought it would feel…this good.[/i]

Because it felt amazing. It felt fucking amazing to go through this transformation, to feel his body becoming something else, to have the chance to leave behind something that always felt not quite right, to feel like he could customize himself for real. That slow shift, the change of one thing to another, was so uncannily fascinating to watch, and to feel it for real…

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

Despite his slight embarrassment about jerking off in public, Engy reached down and grabbed his dick. He could barely wrap his fingers around his cock – a feat made possible both by its growth and by the fact that his fingers were more slender than they used to be – and started stroking.

He felt eyes on him. The villagers, the kobolds of Ikatika, were watching from hidden places. Rather than making him feel too embarrassed to keep going, it made him feel too horny to stop. He moaned, arching his back, thrusting his hips forward a little against his cock.

“Look at me,” he whispered, unable to help himself. “Look at this…this cock…look at my balls…mmph…ah…ah…”

Just the idea of them looking at him with the same worship that Tibaka had was enough to have him on edge already. The idea of them having the same need to worship, to spread their legs for him and let him fuck their asses, to beg to come close and nuzzle up and want to be at his cock and balls for however long he wished –

And they wanted it. He knew they wanted it. He’d seen the offers. They wanted him, and he could do whatever he wanted, without them ever saying no.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

The gryphon-in-development thrust against his hand three more times before he lost control. His balls spasmed, pulled up, and he felt the same swell of need and seed as it came rushing up his cock as he had from Tibaka’s brief blowjob mere hours ago.

“Nnngh!”

He came, and he came, and he kept cumming, his balls pulling tight to his crotch only to drop again. The visual of them actually [i]pumping[/i] like that, seeing that they had become so large that he could see the compressions of each surge of seed rushing up his cock, only made it that much hotter.

And he wasn’t even done yet.

Even as his cock sprayed across the empty grass at the edge of the village, even as he heard the gasps from the kobolds watching him from hiding places, Engy could feel that he could keep going. His cock was not yet that sensitive, and his balls…were they even bigger? Was that coating of fluff and fuzz making them that much more productive?

Mmmph. That was a thought to keep him hard.

The transformation slowed again, and he made himself take his hand from his cock. He’d wait for a while. Wait for it to come back again.

#

It hit precisely a half hour later, right at the two hour mark. He moaned as he felt it work along his face first, pulling at his lips and nose, dragging them out from his face. They’d already hardened, turning into something that was a far cry from his former features. They wouldn’t have felt soft to kiss, nor comfortable against a cock, but they were no longer human, either, so that didn’t matter.

“Mmmph…mmph…”

The itchy feeling of feathers popping in along his back, the spread of a lion’s tail just over his ass, and the feeling of his beak coming in were all intense and distracting. His hands couldn’t stay in one place, feeling each one as it popped into its proper place, growing in and fleshing itself out.

“Mmm…”

He could see himself growing addicted to transformation if it all felt this good. More, more, more kept coming in, the feathers and fur on his chest taking away the last view of his pale skin, and he could feel the muscles that followed. No dad-bod gryphon for him, but rather a trim, powerful one, something that was suitable for darting through the sky. Full muscles popped in, making his abs bulge from the size of his new muscle clusters, and –

“What do we have here?”

Engy whipped his head up in shock. His beak finally crick-cracked into place, growing to full size as something else landed right in front of him.

“Hmm…not a true gryphon…and not one that knows himself. Who are you, to stand in the village of Ikatika?”

It was a gryphon, a real one. Rather than the leaner build that he had gained, Engy found himself staring at a fuzzy, fluffy bird with thick hips and strong thighs, bottom-heavy if ever there was one. There was no loincloth, despite the gryphon’s belt, but rather a sword on one hip, and one that looked well-used.

And it was rather hard not to stare at the flaccid cock that hung down from the gryphon’s groin, for that matter. A hefty, dark-toned shaft that had to be at least ten inches while soft, and a pair of fluffy balls that, while not as large as his own, were clearly filled to the brim with seed waiting to be spilled.

“I ask again. Who are you?” the other gryphon asked.

“Ah, sorry.” He stood up, groaning as he felt the shift in his center of balance from just how big his balls were. “My name’s Engy.”

“Engy. That is not a gryphon name.”

“Well, no, this is…kinda temporary? I think?”

Most of the other potions were only temporary buffs, with the long-term ones tending to have a delayed build-up that then came down slowly after reaching their peak. If this was one of those, he’d start his transformation back in a half hour or so, but it would be a little while until that happened.

The other gryphon cocked his head to the side, then shook it.

“I assume that you are not here for work then, Engy, was it?”

“Work?” He blinked. “Wait, who are you? And what are you here for?”

“Why would it matter to you?”

“Because these kobolds are m-mine,” he said, stumbling over the words as he realized what he was saying. He blushed, backtracking slightly. “I mean, well, they want to be mine, and Tibaka called me master, but – but I care about them.”

“…Tibaka did…what?” The gryphon blinked. “I must have heard you wrong.”

“No, uh, you heard me right.”

“He called you, [i]you[/i], master?”

“Well, it’s…I’m probably not putting it off well right now, but he said that there was an aura, and that it looked like a dragon to him.”

“I see nothing.”

“Well –”

“But you say that they are yours? And how would you protect them? How would you keep them safe from someone like me?”

The gryphon took a step forward, one hand going for his sword. Engy’s eyes went wide, his mouth going dry as all those fears found a solid target.

[i]This is real.

He’s going to hurt someone.

I don’t know how to fight.

I can’t do this![/i]

But even as his mind started to spiral, something else remembered the tactics. He’d never played a sorcerer, but he had played a warrior, and knew the skills and tactics. This was Taunt, combined with quick-draw. Most skills couldn’t match that, and the warrior ability was meant to cut swiftly and end a fight before it started.

There were, however, sorcerer skills to beat that, if you were quick. If you knew what you were doing.

[i]Telekinesis.

Push (self).[/i]

He was reacting without thinking, moving without putting thought into what he was doing. It was pure ‘gamer’ moves, something that he might have done while playing the old game. And it worked; the first spell yanked a small rock at the edge of his vision towards them, which distracted the gryphon in mid-swing, and then the push spell shoved him back, giving him distance. It did nothing to shift the gryphon from where he stood, the spell was too weak for that, but it gave him space and distance to be away from the quick-draw.

By the time the gryphon turned, Engy had a fireball in hand, and while he spoke shakily, he still managed to talk.

“I’d keep…keep them safe. Any way I can. And…and I won’t let any of them be hurt. Ever.”

“…Good.”

The gryphon let go of his sword, and just like that, bowed his head. Engy blinked, the fireball flickering but not yet fading.

“I see the aura now. It was diminished, darkened. But it comes out when needed. That is all that is required. My apologies for the threat; Tibaka is a friend, and I had to be sure –”

“Bello!”

And just like that, the tension shattered as if hit by a hammer. The green kobold came rushing out of the village and grabbed the gryphon by the arm, shaking his hand firmly. The slightest of smiles crossed Bello’s face, and he nodded his greeting. Tibaka turned back to Engy.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I forgot to tell you he was coming to visit. Bello’s a mercenary that helps the village from time to time.”

“I feel I may have gotten a replacement,” the gryphon said.

“Did…I mess something up?” Engy asked, finally letting the spell die.

“No, no, I just forgot about it. It’s been so exciting since you turned up, so I forgot that you wouldn’t know.” Tibaka shook his head. “Most gryphons are mercenaries. Some of them get into big flocks and sell their services that way, but most of them are just wandering warriors that pick up a blade for the right bidder. We’ve been paying him for security for a while, keeping some of the adventurers away so that the rest of us aren’t in danger.”

Engy slowly nodded. He hadn’t been sure that that was still a thing, but the more that he thought about it, the more that he supposed it would have to be. The kobolds were still among the weakest creatures in the world, he was sure, and that meant that their only way of fighting back was pure numbers. The adventurers would see culling them as a moral duty, or at least an ethical one. Without someone that could fight to back them up, the kobolds would be easy prey when someone came running for them.

“Should I assume that my contract is no longer needed?” Bello asked.

“Actually…”

Tibaka blinked. Engy was surprised himself, considering that he’d been the one to interrupt, but the more that he thought about it, the more that his initial instinct made sense. After all, if he was going to be ‘master’ here, even in…whatever form that took…and however long –

[i]Don’t think about home, don’t think about home.[/i]

Suppressing that brief panic that kept trying to come up every time that he was reminded that he couldn’t ‘log out’ of the ‘game,’ he forced himself to keep talking. Both gryphon and kobold had their eyes fixed on him now.

“Actually, why don’t you stick around?” Engy said. “I might be ‘master’ here –”

“You are, master!” Tibaka said.

“But I don’t think I can do it on my own. Not yet. If I have someone else around that can help keep an eye on things…well, I’d appreciate it.”

“Can you pay?” Bello asked.

“…I’ll find a way.”

“With that aura, I’ll take it on trust. For now.” The gryphon nodded. “By your leave then, Master Engy, Chieftain.”

Bello took to the skies, and it was a slightly regretful Engy that kept his eyes from being glued to the other male’s sac as he flew away. He shook his head, feeling a massive adrenaline drop as the situation came to an end.

He’d just stood up to a warrior. Not just in a game, but in a life as real as the one that he’d left. He’d stood up to someone that was immensely more powerful than he was – or at least, felt that way – and it had turned out okay. Oh god, oh fuck, he was shaking. He was shaking –

Ping.

He blinked. Another quest? Just like before, the ‘quest’ opened before his eyes, and this one was almost exactly the same as the last one. This time, it was a list of different ingredients, followed by –

“Oh my god…”

“Master?” Tibaka asked.

“Um, uh…you know, um…you know that…offer…that you made?”

“Oh, the one to let you fuck my ass?”

“…Yeah, that. Um…how likely are you to cum from it?”

“Guaranteed.”

“…Okay…Okay, that’s good. I’m going to, uh, I’m going to find some more ingredients for the next potion. You, uh…You just be ready.”

“Okay! And master?” Tibaka yanked him into a hug before he could stop the kobold. “Thanks for keeping Bello. He’s a really good guy.”

And just like that, he was released. Engy’s head felt like it was spinning like a top, everything feeling so…so weird, compared to what it had been in the other game. There, in the usual Dragon Realms, he had always felt in control. Even in the most hectic situations, there was a clear objective, a clear thing to go for, and – more often than not – arrow markers to get you there.

Here? Here, he had to figure it out, and he felt like, if he got it wrong, he’d get a lot of people hurt. There was a lot of stress there…but at the same time, a hell of a lot of motivation. He chuckled.

“I’ve barely known this kobold for twelve hours, and I’m already willing to declare war on the world to keep him safe.” He shook his head. “Forget dragons, they’ve weaponized the power of cuteness out here.”

But there was a quest to do, so he better get to doing it.

 

 

 



[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: Engy continues to try and make it work in the village, but soon finds himself going through his first transformation.
 
Tags: M/solo, Embarrassment, Cock Growth, Ball Growth, Loincloth, Kobold, Human, Gryphon, Confrontation, Orgasm, Masturbation, Cum, Series, Splurge,