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Story: Kobold Crimes
🕑 Added 2021-12-31 21:43:19 +0000 UTCPremise: The need for easy money has finally compelled Skyler into the ancient art of snatching packages off peoples property. And she couldn't be happier about her first haul, until she gets home and discovers it's not always an easy crime.
Contains: Female human to short stack kobold. Breeding with a dragon. Minor mind control.
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The best things in life are free. That was a motto Skyler learned to get behind after acquiring a free headset, bedsheets, cookies, and shoes in one trip. They didn’t fit, but that just meant an easy fifty dollar pawn shop visit after Christmas. No skin off her dark colored back, unlike the poor guy that needed a man’s size sixteen. That’d be Amazon’s fault for not paying their delivery drivers better. Maybe then they’d try harder to hide their drop offs.
“And you thought this was going to be hard?” The young woman smirked shamelessly at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Anxiety had almost killed her on that first porch snatching attempt. But then she got back into her car with no alarm bells or angry shouts. Hell, the gal walking her dog didn’t even cast a suspicious glance. They had smiled and wished Skyler a good morning while they climbed into their car.
After taking a free moment to adjust the loose bangs of her raven hair, she made a turn onto the back highway that led home. Nothing but back country mansions and farms to worry about for a half hour now. While the rush that came with successfully committing crimes for the first time had almost consumed Skyler, she still had the sense to quit while she was ahead.
“Hmmmm?”
Well, watching an Amazon truck pull out from a side road made the young woman think one more couldn’t hurt. Looking out through the misty open acres of land, it was easy to see this dirt trail lead briefly to two fairly fancy houses a short distance away. People rich enough to live out in the countryside were bound to order some nice stuff for the holidays.
Reaching the house in question threw that criminal enthusiasm into serious doubt. Skyler turned the car around to face the exit road again before stopping at an iron gate left partially opened. The wall itself was an unimpressive two feet of stone, probably just meant to keep wanting animals out of the garden patches currently bare from the winter cold. The house beyond gave her an oddly creeped out sensation. Observing it close up made the mansion look old. Not in a derelict sense, more like she was staring at a miniature castle with all the stone facing and gargoyle statues.
“Someone had money to burn decorating this place,” she quipped to shake off the unexpected apprehension. The large brown package was practically waving at her from the landing and clearly this rich bastard couldn’t afford cameras in their unique gothic renovations.
Skyler left the car running as she hopped out and wrapped her scarf up around her mouth for concealment. Amazingly, the gate didn’t squeak while she swiftly strode up to the landing and grabbed the Amazon labeled box for her latest present. It wasn’t too heavy for her scrawny arms, but there were clearly several small things shifting inside. Good. She loved when people ordered her things in bulk.
Such self congratulating thoughts came a bit prematurely when she straightened up just in time to see the closest window blind snap shut. Skyler’s blood ran colder than the air around her.
“Shit!!” She bolted back down the path so fast her scarf flew off. Concealing identity no longer mattered, just keeping both arms clenched tightly around her prize with frantic steps back to her car. It was flung into the passenger seat with her ass following close behind. She barely took enough time to close the driver-side door before speeding full gas back onto the highway. Skyler’s golden brown eyes couldn’t stop glancing between the road and mirrors, expecting any second for an angry old man in a shotgun to come running out, shouting obscenities after her.
That didn’t happen, although her split attention almost resulted in a collision with one of the area's few chestnut trees. Once safely plunging back down the interstate towards home, she let her heart rate slow down along with her vehicle's speed. The last thing she needed was a speeding ticket after a scare like that.
“Fucking hell!” she declared with a relieved giggle. It was hard to tell which was more awesome; that daring escape, or imagining some poor schmuck fuming up and down on their porch.
Before long, Skyler’s surroundings transitioned back into her normal small town neighborhoods. She was so glad to conduct her first heist far away in the big cities now. A few more twists and turns brought her back to the fabulous complex that hosted her even more amazing studio apartment. It wasn’t some fancy two story fortress, but at least she had sweets and a new headset to enjoy some movies with.
The first order of business after depositing such an amazing haul into the storage closet, was taking the newest addition inside. Skyler at least wanted to see what she had gotten caught red-handed over. Placing it on the dining-slash-gaming table, she made quick work of the packaging tape with an exacto knife.
“Oh!” Soon as she opened the box, fresh light glinted off something right into Skyler’s unprepared eyes. She took a moment to blink the colored spots away and glanced inside a bit more cautiously. The offending object was quickly identified and her delicate hands eagerly pulled out a fine leathered collar. Sim fingers traced over the gemstone studs along its length, marveling at how her lamp lights reflected off their multiple sides. “Holy shit! Are these rubies?”
Forget Christmas dinner. A haul like this might feed her for months if it was genuine. Skyler popped her head back into the box, only to size up the other contents with a fair bit of disappointment. Her free hand pulled out a bundle of black cloth that unfurled into a short skirt dress with white frilled trims. Its small size probably meant it was for a tiny person, or maybe a teenager. Complementing it were a pair of high platform boots with the ends removed to expose a person's toes and elbow-length gloves, also lacking finger coverings.
“A maid outfit?!” Skyler mused while laying the garments across the table in confusion. It was probably best not to think what kind of person such a gift had been intended for. Instead, she focused on undoing the clasp of her new collar for a better view. All the gems practically glowed when held on full display. “Whatever. You’re going to give me a real payday. I might not even have to do this… again?”
The woman's thoughts trailed off as she slowly realized the expensive accessory in her hand was really glowing. A strange warmth filled her hands where they held the collar, feeling the fine leather vibrate with a building intensity. Before she could make sense of what was happening, it flew from her grasp with blinding speed towards her face. A startled scream was cut off as the collar actually aimed slightly lower. It wrapped around Skyler's neck with a tight squeeze until the latch locked into place and went slack enough for her to take a gasping breath.
“The fuck is this shit!” the young lady swore bloody murder. Her hands flew to the collar immediately, only to find the latch no longer there. Fingers fumbled blindly in desperate attempts to yank it off, especially as the warm sensation began oozing into her neck down across her entire body. There just wasn’t any kind of release mechanism anymore, just a soldering metal block connecting the strap around her.
Skyler was about to consider applying the exacto knife when all the frantic movements caused a lot of short black threads to drift past her vision. Skyler froze in place for a few seconds, letting the horror of what those were run through her mind. Both hands shook as they shifted direction to run through her shortcut hair, which offered no resistance as it caught between her fingers. Her eyes grew wider than saucer plates, letting out a scream while staring at the two thick clumps of black hair she now held.
“No! No! No!” Bolting to the bathroom left a trail of even more lost hair in Skyler’s wake. By the time she reached the mirror, almost her entire head was already bald, with one disbelieving touch of her fingers plucking out the last bundle of her bangs.
That wasn’t the most terrifying thing happening to her head, unfortunately. The first thing she noticed was that her eyes had gained their own bright golden shine and now possessed pupils that stretched vertically like slits. From there, it was just noticeable things that became more pronounced the longer she watched. Her nose was swelling out, growing wide and protruding disgustingly further from her face. Ears were losing their lobes as they sunk into the sides of her heads. A dull ache in her lower jaw caused it to fall open in a pained groan, exposing teeth that were all gaining a drastically sharp tip.
Worst of all was that the collar’s warmth was escalating into a fire that made Skyler’s skin itch like crazy. What little remained of her hair was quickly pushed off with frantic scratching across her scalp. Fingers racked every inch of dark skin they could cover, providing very little relief to the small areas affected. This damn collar must have some kind of virus or something. An allergic reaction was the only way to explain the horrible mutations distorting her face.
RIIIIP!
Okay. Tearing off her own skin was going to be a lot harder to explain away. The itching got so unbearable that on one particularly hard scratch Skyler could feel her face loosen as though she were wearing a mask. So much so that her nails unexpectedly pierced through the surface of her scalp and split it open like she was unwrapping a present.
Thankfully, there wasn’t any skull bone or brains underneath. Nor was she spurting out heaps of blood. As her head split away, unwittingly caught on her fingers, Skyler was astonished to find her head shimmering in the bathroom light coated in sapphire blue scales.
“What the actual fuck!?” she sputtered and then coughed. The muscles in her throat shifted to give her voice an animalistic, snarling tone. An oddly fitting choice given the way her head looked with the last bits of dried human skin peeling away. Everything above the neck was just a smooth round cranium with her ears reduced to simple holes barely visible on the side of her head.
“GYACK!” Skyler caught herself on the sink, another scream coming out in a hoarse gagging noise. Pressure surged through her mouth, causing it to protrude even further with a loud crackling of jawbones. Pain came in abrupt pulses as inch by inch her face stretched before her eyes. The bridge of her nose became nearly a foot long while cartilage melted away to leave her nostrils flaring at the end of a wide snout. “I look like a fucking Godzilla if he had taste!”
Bringing a hand up to feel the new muzzle blocking her lower peripheral suddenly made Skyler aware it wasn’t just her face suffering a problem. She raised both hands into her view, eyeing the way sharp black claws protruded out the front tips of each point like they’d ripped through cheap gloves. Fingernails decorated the bathroom sink after popping off with harmless ease. She took the curved claw of one pointer finger and poked at the tattered skin of the opposing digit, finding it broke even on light contact.
“Aah!” A wave of dizziness caused Skyler to stumble back. Her body slammed into the bathroom's door frame before gravity sent her forward across the sink counter. In the process, both her snow pants and panties slipped off into a tangled mess on the floor while the sleeves of her sweater suddenly seemed to grow an extra foot longer to engulf her altered hands. “Oh, shit…”
The fact she was literally hanging halfway off the edge of the bathroom sink quickly explained to Skyler her clothes weren’t experiencing unexpected growth. Her bare feet dangled in the air for a second before she reluctantly slid off to stand properly. The molting woman's eyes could barely peek over the counter to see themselves in the mirror anymore, effectively making her height four feet, at best.
Skyler scrambled to yank it off her now constraining sweater and groaned upon succeeding. Her once perfect skin hadn’t shrunk too, instead hanging off her tiny form resembling a baggy jumpsuit or something. The last thing she wanted to do was tear off what humanity she had left. However, the extra slack began escalating the itching underneath to a painful degree. For a few seconds, the cheap apartment was filled with nothing but sounds of ripped tissue paper punctuated by hisses of a very inhuman nature.
When the last bit of epidermis was stripped, Skyler had to admit at least she looked fairly pretty. Every inch of her reduced body was coated in blue scales so smooth and polished she felt more like a gemstone than the ones on her still tightly fitting collar. Even more interesting was how her breasts and hips hadn’t diminished with her body’s size. If anything, they looked much larger than someone of such low stature should possess. Good lord. She really did shed skin like some kind of lizard. Were lizard monsters supposed to have breasts?
There was precious little time to contemplate biology. Jolt’s rocked through Skyler’s hips, sending her smacking face first into the sinks lower cupboards. Gravity slowly asserted its dominance to drag her laying on the tile floor with a shining butt lifted high in the air. Each little twinge added a small amount of extra mass, bones broadened with strengthening muscle only to be coated in thickening layers of fat. The sensation was both tense and almost pleasant. The transformed female could do little but gnaw on her fallen toothbrush as her rear and legs inflated into a rich child-bearing curve.
That wasn’t nearly as impressive as the pushing sensation welling up at the nook just above her impressively jiggling glutes. Skyler cried through clenched teeth, eyes rolling into the back of her head thanks to the very nerves of her spine being stimulated to grow and entangle with budding new plates of vertebrae. A little tent of blue scales erected itself above the tiny lizard girls, quickly pushing further and wider with ample amounts for strong muscles growing inside it. By the time the intense fire faded for good, Skyler looked heatedly over her shoulder to see a short, but thick, scaled tail bouncing along with her bloated ass.
“Oh great. I’m a pear-shaped lizard freak now?” She slowly forced an unfamiliar weighted body back into a standing position, becoming aware of paw-like feet that now ended in the same sharp claws as her hands. Skyler rubbed at her throbbing temple and also discovered several horns had also erupted from her skull during the last bits of her transformation. At least they looked stylish, unlike having a chrome dome.
Walking out of the bathroom in such a state nearly sent the freshly turned reptilian falling back to the floor. Skyler snarled at her sloshing breasts and backside, thinking these proportions would be ridiculous even on a normal sized human. It was hard just to walk with the girth of her tail and thighs, wanting to push against everything. The hell was she supposed to do waddling around like this?
A sudden warmth from the collar would both stop Skyler’s internal fuming and answer a few questions, much to her dismay. Without any self compulsion, her body did a sharp turn to sashay over to the kitchen table.
“Like fudge I’m putting that junk on!” Skyler snapped when her arms picked up the maid’s dress of their own accord. The fact that the words leaving her muzzle were more watered down than the colorful swears she’d wanted to use left her too confused for further protests. Everything moved in a robotic fashion to quickly dress her in the provided uniform with an expertise Skyler definitely shouldn’t have. It was only when it was on that she realized the front bodice lacked several upper buttons, so her cleavage bulged out in a proverbial sea of aqua colored scales. Between that and an obvious lack of panties had her starting to long for a quick death instead.
At least being properly dressed convinced whatever forces in charge to restore motor control to Skyler. She took a second to fan out the black skirt to confirm it wouldn’t fall much further than her thick upper thighs before crossing arms under her soft bust with a snort. Like she had any clue what to do now that she looked like some weird fantasy porn star.
Knock! Knock!
A split second of squealing escaped Skyler’s snout before both hands promptly clamped it shut. Having a visitor rapping at her front door was certainly top of the least expected list at this point. She inhaled a deep breath through her nose before releasing the lizard snout in a relaxing exhale. Yeah. She wasn’t about to answer that thing for anyone, either. Though maybe if she smiled with fangs, it’d look scary enough for a practical joke.
“What the… HEY!”
Of course, Skyler was so lost in thought she hadn’t noticed her body casually strolling towards the door until it was already turning the handle. It flew open before she could even try mustering a resistance and she closed her eyes, bracing for whatever reaction the person on the other side might have for a short scaled bombshell.
No screams or sounds of mad panic were forthcoming. Instead, Skyler felt something flutter atop her head and partially draped across her front and back. She slowly opened her eyes and, having control of herself once more, pulled the object off and immediately recognized it as her scarf.
“Ah! So, this is the right place. I was really hoping to find you before you went snooping into my collar.”
Skyler blinked, looked up at the masculine voice speaking, and recoiled with a startled growl. Looming over her so big his horns threatened to scrap the ceiling was another lizard man covered in rich brown scales. His horned snout twisted into a warming grin as their green eyes met her golden orbs. It was surprisingly disarming since his frame bulged with fit muscles wrapped in a casual polo and jean shorts.
“Y-you’re a…”
“Dragon! Yes!” The humanoid monster finished Skyler’s struggling sentence. “And you’re a kobold, although I’d wager through no desire of your own. Guess you have to learn a lesson about stealing other people's orders at my expense, eh? May I come in?”
The shock on Skyler’s face twisted into one of pure rage, despite facing something twice her already shortened size. She put a hand on the door, intending to slam it in this supposed dragon's face, only to find her arm wouldn’t flex the muscles demanded from her. “Like F-f-f-fun I’d turn you down, master. Please, make yourself comfortable so pet can serve you!”
The dragon man couldn’t hold in a laugh while he strode past a flabbergasted Skyler into her apartment. He had to hunch his shoulders and bend forward just to fit through the door frame, lengthy spiked tail swishing lazily a few on the way over to her couch, where he flopped sideways across the cushions to observe the blue kobold with head resting in one hand.
Slowly Skyler regained her senses enough to close the door, turning cautiously to face the unwelcome guest. “Okay. What the… what was that just now? And what did you do to me?”
The dragon laughed again. “I didn’t do anything! The collar, which was meant to be a surprise Christmas gift for my boyfriend, is just doing its thing. I’m Tom, by the way.”
“Charmed,” Skyler said behind her murderous stare. “How about you get this thing off me before I r-r-r-ready a big meal for you, master? Arrrgh!”
“Yeah, that’s not as easy as either of us wants,” Tom explained. Some of the amusement at Skyler’s anguish left his expression. “That thing’s enchanted to make the wearer a perfect, polite, and diligent kobold maid. As you probably guessed, it even comes with, and I’m quoting the wizarding website I got this from here, a behavior correcting failsafe to provide training as they work. Lucky for me, cause it sounds like you got a bit of a mouth on ya.”
She responded with a wordless growl back. Fingers absently tugged at the collar with no sign of the strap budging. A thought suddenly had her looking back at Tom in disgust. “Wait. Your boyfriend wanted to become some short lizard slut slave?”
“I don’t need my mates' kinks being judged by a lowlife thief!” It was Tom’s turn to look angry as he shifted into a proper sitting posture on Skyler’s couch. “Do you have any idea how much it costs to get a maid's outfit tailored to a kobold with an hourglass figure? It might surprise the arrogant human to know that was more than the magic collar they pilfered on a whim.”
“Look. I’m sorry. Okay!” Skyler gulped at how fast the atmosphere inside her home had changed. Bracing her courage, the kobold adjusted her bodice with an intentional bouncing of boobs before approaching Tom meekly. “I can give you money and everything back in compensation. Can we please just turn me back and get on with our separate holidays?”
“Ugh! If only it were that simple,” Tom spoke partially muffled with his face buried in his thick hands. Seeing the confusion on Skyler's face, he waved dismissively at her neck. “That thing is condition activated, meaning it will only come off and end the enchantment once you’ve been a ‘good maid.’ Which means completing one of several pre-assigned tasks.”
“I’m fine with some free labor if it means deflating my a-a-awesomely lap filling posterior, sweetie! That… is so annoying.”
“Yes, you are.” Tom ignored the glare Skyler shot him, taking in the simple furnished surroundings.
“So what do I have to do?”
“Well… cleaning my house, washing my car, getting some groceries.” Silence filled the void between the two Draconian humanoids. Skyler offered no commentary aside from some perplexed blinking, so Tom continued. “The garden also hasn’t seen any maintenance in a few months. It’ll be spring soon…”
“I don’t want to spend days wobbling about in your house,” Skyler whined, more to herself. Hands rested on her hips, still unable to comprehend how pear-shaped her lower half had blossomed. She looked ready to bear an army's worth of children. A thought that was strangely horrid, yet sent a tingle of warmth across her naked loins. “Any way we can speed up this sh-sh-special pet’s condition a little faster, master?”
Tom coughed, his demeanor faulting slightly with a blush. Not that it was noticed over Skyler partaking in another angry tangent, attempting to rip the collar off and failing again. “Well… there are always the sexual pleasure chores I had the wizard program in.”
It was like he had struck Skyler’s off button with how the fuming kobold stopped mid-step and partially turned away from the dragon. Her stumpy tail became so erect, it hoisted the back of her dress to flash a jiggling blue ass for Tom’s benefit. After a second of being locked in a pose of mid-motion, she slowly twisted her neck to a slightly inhuman degree in order to meet his flustered gaze. “Say what now!?”
“I did say this present was for humoring my boyfriend's kinks. What did you think we were going to do after he transformed into a sexy short stack maid?”
“Oh, my god.” Skyler let her tail relax with the rest of her body. One hand lightly racked claws across her scalp and horns with pure exasperation. “Seriously? Fu-fu-frolicking in the sheets with master is the fastest way for us to get back to our normal lives? Freakin weird perverts in this world. I swear. Or I wish I could swear!”
“Oh, for… this isn’t exactly my first option either, you know.” Tom straightened out, letting irritation override his embarrassment. “It’s not like I just bait pathetic snatchers to steal my stuff for a quick bang. I had a very romantic Christmas Eve planned for my mate; the whole cliche of strawberries, chocolate, and even letting him lick my paws. It’s going to be a pain getting your smell off that dress before… what are you doing?!”
The dragon had been so distracted thinking about how he was going to salvage his holiday plans that he never noticed Skyler waddling her way over. At least, not until the tiny female's scalie hands began fumbling with the belt of his trousers. Having sharp sickle claws clearly made working the simple latch very difficult.
“I’m doing what I have to if it gets you the fu-fu-funnest way out of my apartment. Now lay back and stop whining.”
“Like you’re one to talk. Ack!? Hey!”
Skyler wasn’t really thinking too much about her next course of action. All that mattered was getting this damn collar off and shrinking back to normal sized tits before the day ended. So it was a surprise when she hefted the big dragon hunk by his hips and yanked their shorts off in one fluid motion. She tossed them and Tom’s underpants over her shoulder, watching the much bigger dragon fall back onto her couch cushions.
“How many magic fetishes does your guy have?!” Skyler giggled while flexing her thin, yet sleek, blue arms. The complete lack of any muscles tension to the motion belied an obviously hidden strength to her hourglass figure. Some more ridicule would have been tossed Tom’s way, but then her eyes glanced south, unable to avoid locking on the dragon’s now naked crotch. “O-oh… Is it supposed to look so… pointed?”
Tom’s gaze followed hers to the mostly flaccid member flopped against one chocolate scaled thigh. It was a far cry from the few human cocks his transformed maid had ever dealt with. The tip jutted out acutely, almost like a fleshy spear, while the series of rounded barbs along its shaft looked almost alien. He was unsure if her uncertainty was amusing or offensive.
“Look, I’m not even at half-mast yet. If this is all it takes to intimidate you, we can head on back to my place and have you clean out the rain gutters.”
“Nuts to that. I got a better gutter right here.”
Skyler knelt between the dragon’s legs without giving him a chance to comment on her lousy retorts. It was way more distracting when she pulled open the front of her bodice with a loud popping of buttons. At this range, the massive mounds it contained gushed forward and engulfed Tom’s cock and balls with their warm blue scales.
“Hnnngh! N-not bad,” Tom said between surprised gasps. He was still pissed off that this couldn’t be done by his boyfriend. Still, having such silky tits blanketing his lap quickly got the blood flowing. More so when Skyler gave him a dirty look and kneaded her breasts from their outer edges, grinding Tom’s crotch in their cleavage. The phallus buried deep within swelled erect against the heavy weights, twitching its way into a wedge between them.
“God damn!” The short kobold gasped when the stiff dick emerged from her bust, fully erect. A thick musty scent from its presence itched at her new draconic nose, imposing feelings that made her pussy start leaking. Her thick tail slapped the floor with the hungry shaking of her hips. “And your boyfriend is supposed to take this whole ham bone?”
“Mmph! You’d be surprised what magic can do.” Another round of boobs squishing around the tapered tipped shaft sent Tom’s head rolling back emitting a low growl. Hands clenched at the cushions, accidentally slicing them with some impressively sharp claws.
Instincts shaking around Skyler’s brain were making her too horny to care about her furniture at that moment. After a few more rounds of jostling Tom’s member in a boob sandwich, she couldn’t ignore the burning of her changed loins anymore. She pulled away, much to the dragon's annoyed confusion, only to clamber up and straddle his thighs.
“At this point, I don’t know if I hate or love what magic can do,” Skyler admitted, blasting Tom’s blushing face with heated breaths. One hand clamped onto his shoulder for balance while she reached down to aim the thick dragon stick properly under her maid skirt. With another hard flick of her meaty tail, she let gravity do the work, settling her ass’s full weight across Tom’s lap.
The dragon’s mighty dick impaled her dripping folds with ease, stretching the aching walls so amazingly taut. Both scaled creatures growled their arousal at each other, taking a moment to adjust to the tight squeeze of their loins joining. Tom’s hands slipped under Skyler’s dress, getting a grip on her ass both for balance and an excuse to reciprocate kneading her shapely glutes.
Once the changed kobold caught her breath, she draped her own arms over the dragon’s broad shoulders. Leaning in nearly crushed his chest with the tight press of her breasts before they found a good balance. From there, it was a simple matter for Skyler to rock her thick rump back and forth across against Tom.
“Ah fuck yeeeeah!” she hissed into Tom’s neck. The explosions of pleasure rocked through her small body, driving her knees weak and forcing her to lay more of her weight upon the dragon. Still, her lust fed humping only quickened. Having such a thick dick constantly grinding along all the right tender spots of her tunnel was only complimented by the rocking motion pressing her butt into his greedy, powerful hands.
“Aah hah haah! RWAR!”
Skyler couldn’t help feeling smug that it only took a few minutes of playing cowgirl to get this intruding bastard off. That was until Tom’s penis convulsed violently, still lodged deep inside her, and proceeded to fill her insides with a running new kind of warmth.
Everything quickly became stuffed with fertile dragon spunk until she felt queasy, like eating a big meal. A few more jiggling humps even made some of it leak out across their scalie thighs, almost like some natural polish. Skyler gave a surprised squeak when Tom’s hands squished her rear cheeks hard in orgasmic bliss and then cried harder as it set off her own convulsing climax.
There was a soft click that almost went unnoticed until Skyler felt the collar splat across the shelf of her bosom. It quickly slid down their slope for a second, landing on Tom’s stomach. A tired grin crossed his snout as he snatched it up.
“Well, not the best angry sex, but I’m just glad to be done with you. Also, I’m going to need that dress back, please.”
“Whatever, you sick fuck,” Skyler grumbled, just glad she could speak freely again. She hefted herself off the dragon's deflating spent member, releasing another small glob of their mixed juices across their legs before hopping off the couch. The effects of their romp proved more exhausting than expected as her heeled platforms hit the carpet and promptly collapsed under her own minor weight.
Tom rose to retrieve his own pants without offering the kobold any aid. Apparently laying in a heap on the floor was as good a place as any to strip. By the time he was somewhat decent again, the maid dress, gloves and shoes were tossed in a heap at his pawed feet.
“There!” Skyler sat up propped against her couch, still winded and legs feeling like noodles. Even then, she found it hard to not admire the shine of her naked blue scales now. “I’m sorry I took your perverted stuff. Now get lost.”
“Heh. Don’t go stealing other people’s presents again. Next time you might not get rewarded with a good lay.” Tom took his time collecting the material before returning it to their original shipping box. Tucking it under one arm, he turned to give Skyler a tip of his non-existent hat. “On the bright side, after seeing what all this baby does, I know my boy is going to have a real Merry Christmas.”
An inaudible grumble, moaning noise escaped Skyler’s pursed muzzle lips while she waved Tom out her front door. She wanted to say a lot of vulgar things, only to uncharacteristically decide it might not be worth the trouble. However, one thought managed to strike her seconds before Tom’s departure.
“Wait a second, ass! When am I going to change back?”
“Hmm?” Tom had stopped with a hand on the door handle. His noises feigned a quizzical nature, but the toothy grin and happy tail wag implied he’d been waiting for that. “Oh? I’m sure that magic will wear off once you’ve laid your clutch of eggs in a few weeks.”
Any comfort of pleasurable afterglow evaporated from Skyler’s senses after repeating the dragon’s words three times in her head. “My what now?”
“Yup. Another of the collar’s many functions for my mate’s interests. He’s really into oviposition, and lots of it. Don’t worry. They won’t be fertile. My seed is just the catalyst to start some mass production. I doubt any of us are interested in kids, anyway.”
Skyler’s jaw dropped into her cleavage, still unsure what to make of this final revelation. Both her gaze and hands moved to study the shimmering surface of her stomach. It was hard to see around the swell of her massive bust, but her hands were feeling a bit more firmness. Surely it was just her imagination that the once flat stomach was now pushed out with the slightest hint of a bulge.
She looked back up, hoping for some assurance this was just an extra prank at her expense for being a thief. Unfortunately, the front door was now firmly shut with no sign Tom had never been inside the apartment. Well, not counting the tears and cum stains decorating her couch. Skyler could only flop against the furniture with an exasperated cry.
“Why is Christmas never easy?”
