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**Munie has had little time to settle into her new role as the maid of Estrasa, powerful sorceress and self-proclaimed "Dark Queen". But, even though she got used to her new job, the real strange thing to get used to is her change in gender. The fact that her Dark Queen had a kobold-sized maid's outfit already 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 huge dark room is time and energy intensive. There are plenty of cobwebs up in high places where stools wouldn't be of use, so she has to be creative, scurrying up pillars to get to the real hard-to-reach places. Yeah, its, but there are perks. First of all, the Dark Queen always gives her food, and after their initial meeting, Estrasa has often strutted around the place in her, apparently not true, kobold form, delivering for Munie enough eye candy to please her for awhile. All in all, it's a good gig, but there isn't much excitement to be had. That is, until the day, when he arrived.

Munie had almost conquered all of the rafters, but there is still yet a little cluster of webs up over Estrasa's throne. So, she decides she is going to tackle it today. As she got really into her cleaning act, though, the doors burst open and the cloaked form of Estrasa billows in, plopping herself into her seat.

Munie leaps at the sound, but stops what she is doing 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 she is looking for the perfect position from which 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 very 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 before her a bottle and a glass. 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 and poor Munie slips off of 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 she 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 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 towards the downed bard. The man groans and writhes around, his voice becoming more gravelly and sweat marrs 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. Thekobold-shaped Queen spreads her fingers in front of 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, but 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 thing 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 to 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? 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 she 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 rather rugged. He grits his teeth, tilting his head back and straining, as if he were a fish caught in a line. But a moment later, his snout pushes forward, flesh disappearing as the scales take its place.

Nis nostrils flare, and his eyes glow yellow as he stares over 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, and 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, grabbing his shirt, and tearing the large thing apart, exposing before the two women his small, scaled kobold body.

Munie squeaks as she sees him. His scales are brand new, yet the shape underneath is toned and strong. His crest is the most rugged and ridged crest 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 to 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, taking a sip of her wine. "Oh, Munie, dear..." she coos. "Perhaps you'd like to help him get acclimated 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 to 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 own 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 upon her knees. As she looks over to her Dark Queen, a question forms on her mind and escapes from her throat. "W... 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... then why?

"You're such an obedient pet, my dear Munie," Estrasa says, leaning her hidden cheek upon her hand. "I ask 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, and her mother before her, and her mother before her. That need, 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 his 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 own 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, but his transformation, the pure primal reversion to a more bestial form, seems to have left his mind a haze for the time being. "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 contents 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, 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 upon 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 filling up into her womb. It kept going, never seeming to have an end for the scant few moments it actually 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, letting out groans 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 have all your desires fulfilled. Do you understand?"

Munie's eyes flutter open. She gulps, gasps, and then nods, muttering out a "y... yes, my Queen...!"**