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The dragonborn’s entire world changed as she got to know the kobolds. The warm blanket that enveloped her erased any discomfort she would have had being stuck in one position. She understood what nest mother Zolla meant when she said it was a pleasurable experience.

On one unusual day, no one was around her to bask in the sunlight. No bright green scales to sit and hear stories. The time flicked away rapidly and Akava worried something had happened. Then time slowed to its usual pace, “Big sister. I can’t wait to tell you what’s happening today!” Her chirpy draconic warmed Akava’s core every time she heard it. Zeir placed a claw on her forehead, and she closed her eyes navigating the channeled thoughts of the consciousness trapped in stone.

The dragonborn sat silently sending a mental vision of her hugging and picking up the little one. She could see her muzzle curl to a smile as she sent that image over. Then she waited for her to explain what happened to her today.

“You’re going to be headed to a gala.” Zeir happily announced. “One of the patrons said they loved you so much they wanted to take you to a special event in the far east.”

Akava was shocked by this news. She wondered which human it was. They were all a blur in her mind, faces blending in a single mass. But she had no say in the matter, she was an exhibit for another month. Or at least that is what Geiger said when he stopped by to keep her updated on her sentence.

The outside distractions of her time as a statue were nothing more than fleeting thoughts. It was humorous in a dark way that the first time she was happy in her life, she was a rock.

The idea of getting to see a new place was welcomed. She began wondering how they would transport her. Zeir held onto her head. Every worry passed through the young kobold like a sand sieve. She took it in strive as she thumbed the crystal.

“Don’t worry about it. Master never lets anything bad happen to anyone in his charge. If so much as a scratch appears on your body he’d blame himself, fix it, then find the one responsible and make them pay.”

A wash of comfort overtook Akava. There was nothing to worry about. Another question entered her mind. Where the rest of the kobolds were that day? The basking time was almost finished.

“The exhibits are also closed for the day. Everyone is taking the day off in the mountain settlements. I’m going to join them shortly, master ordered everyone to not be in the keep for the special guest.”

There was a dragon’s roar echoing in the distance, originating from the great copper dragon that occasionally glided in the valley. Zeir pulled her claws away before Akava got a chance to ask who was coming. The roaring continued, louder the second time.

“I need to return to the others or else they’ll worry.” She blurred away in a green and white streak. The lone dragonborn was now left to wander alone as time-shifted.

For a moment she thought the sun would drop and rise again as the day escaped her. But two figures blurred past and stopped at her exhibit. Two large dragons. The first one was great mistress Frathra. A copper who had her horns tied up in gold chains like the nest mother. Jewels were caught in the chains like insects in a spider’s web. They complemented the dragon’s brilliant copper eyes. The other was a new dragon. A chromatic green dragon. A distinct green fin stuck up from the center of her head.

Fear oppressed Akava’s mind. The two dragons eyed her up and down. Her first and only encounter with Frathra was when she first arrived. Seemed like a lifetime ago, her old life. The copper dragoness opened her mouth and sang out in draconic the beauty of the dragonborn. Akava felt like a kobold, praise from a dragon caressed her very soul. The small kindling in her mind burned brighter, she loved the praise.

The green dragon disinterestedly scratched at her long neck scar. Her emerald fin nearly touched the statue as she inspected the statue closer. She took in the detail of Akava’s stone hide and admitted that the dragonborn was beautiful.

Geiger slipped between their massive bodies. Frathra bowed to him, her eyes fluttered for a moment as he touched her. This didn’t go unnoticed by the green dragoness. The green dragoness demanded that they move on.

No one else came that evening. No signs of the dragons or Geiger. That night, headmistress Khee spoke sharply to several kobolds and two humans. “Get the box ready over there and then pack the hey around her tightly. If I see a single scratch, I’ll claw your face off.” The men were wearing armor and hurried to build a large wooden crate. The mistress turned to speak softly to Akava. “You’ll be headed to the far east for a bit. Master Geiger said it was for a friend.” She paused to let the information sink in, half expecting a question in return. She shrugged knowing that silence was the only answer she would get in return. “We will see you back in a few weeks and you’ll be freed.”

The concept of being freed was welcomed. There was growing anticipation to participate in a normal life with those around her. Forced to watch from a sitting position was starting to depress her. She couldn’t wait to start her new life outside the stone statue. She started to think about the future. Maybe the kobolds would accept her. After all she has seen, she would have to be tossed out on her vent to return to her old life.

As she thought about her possibilities she was sealed in a pitch-black box. All sense of time was lost. Already she missed the embrace of the sun. She wanted to count the days till she was freed.

Light broke through the wooden crate as human workers pried the wooden crate open. She found herself in a foyer with two red-carpeted spiraling staircases leading to a second floor. A magical crystal light rod chandelier lit the room in a warm yellow glow. The workers were stunned as the box fell away. A few roaming hands touched her. They were warm and inviting.

“Don’t touch her, just put it here!” The foreman yelled out to the other workers.

The men picked her up and heaved her stone body to the middle, between the two staircases. Akava now had a view of the entrance. Two carved wooden double doors and large windows on the flank. Sunbeams cut through the bay windows in brilliant pillars. The men cleaned up the mess and started to set up tables and silverware around her. She was going to be the centerpiece for this gala.

“She is gorgeous, but don’t you think lady Tural would be offended?” The butler said to the foreman.

“The lady ordered it herself. She heard of a piece of dragonborn artwork. The only piece of a dragonborn.” The worker dusted himself off and wiped his brow, “I’m more worried about the master. He might not like others gazing at such an erotic display. They might get the wrong ideas about his wife.”

“You should probably keep those ideas to yourself and remove the hay from the shipment. Madam will not have this place cluttered with horse feed.”

“Right away.” The man rushed off leaving the butler with the statue.

He looked up and down the statue and removed a stray straw from her lap. “The details are quite lovely. Hopefully, my mistress will be pleased.” Akava watched the butler finish aligning dishes on the table in front of her. Then he blurred away in a black and white smear. The night passed without a single soul visiting. She only thought about what kind of woman would order her.

The doors flung open in a loud slam. She walked in. Lady Tural, a red dragonborn. Her body was tough with armored red scales on her exposed shoulders. Her shapely hourglass figure was caressed by a white gown. Blood red horns pointed back on her head had jewelry hanging like chandeliers. As she stomped forward, she revealed powerful talons from under the dress. The dragonborn was a warrior of a lady, twice the mass of the stone dragonborn and about two feet taller as well. This was the first time Akava had ever seen another of her subspecies.

“Aren’t you just a frail pretty thing!” The red dragonborn exclaimed to the statue.

Tural brashly hiked her dress up exposing her long thick legs. The digitigrade legs were vibrant ruby red. Scales sparkled like champagne as they were placed on the table. It splintered and shattered under the dragonborn’s strength. Akava couldn’t help but admire her.

The butler was in the doorway with his head in his hands as he watched the mistress pummel his hard work to dust. “Madam! The dishes for the guests are now ruined!”

“Well, you shouldn’t have placed it in front of such a gorgeous statue. I want everyone to get a good look at her at any time during the party.”

“Y-yes mistress. Right away.”

Tural continued to stand in front of the statue. Her nose horn was inches away from the statue’s face. Akava felt the hot breath of the red dragonborn. A claw caressed her body as she felt every scale of the statue. “Damn that Geiger. You’re absolutely gorgeous and he won’t let me purchase you.”

“Tural dear, can you help me with something for a minute.” A soft voice echoed from outside the house.

He was holding baggage in one hand and a bundled-up blanket in the other. Tural rushed over without a second thought and grabbed the bag from the man. His pointed ears gave him away as a half-elf. As the dragonborn took the bag with one arm she kissed him on the lips.

“Thanks, dear. The bag was quite a handful.”

“Once the egg hatches we will both have our hands full,” Tural added.

He held the bundle close to his arms. “I can already feel the egg quaking it won’t be long now.”

“You were right to return from our trip.” Tural placed a claw into the bundle and caressed it gently, the rough shell of a red dragonborn egg peeked out from the protective blanket. She made a soft cooing chirp to the egg and it shook slightly in the folded blanket. “Won’t be long at all.”

“I’ll head to the nursery and keep the egg warm.”

Lady Tural returned to the statue and smiled completely lost in thought. The butler started to set the banquet tables back up. The dragonborn interfered and ordered them where she wanted the decorations and dishes. When they have finished the simple empty foyer into a massive banquet hall, complete with seating and platters filled with every meat that could be obtained in the wilds. Turel disappeared in the chaos of the preparations.

Akava was now flanked by tables with dishes and trays. The rogue inside her was thinking about the total value of such a setup. Pure silver cutlery always was a lucrative find. The red dragonborn was loaded. She also enjoyed the view of the passing sunrise through the windows. The place was on a hilltop overlooking a small town. Tips of churches could be spotted down the countryside. Not even in her brightest dreams would she dream of such a lovely home. When the sun finally vanished over the horizon the guests arrived. The women were dressed in flowing ball gowns and the men were dressed in layered fancy leathers. Many of them were elven with skin touched with a golden hue. There was also a young drow couple dressed in royal purples. The butler greeted them with a bow and they started to mingle in the crowd.

Just like the guests back in the keep they would stop and admire Akava’s stone body say a few words and sip champaign. The half-elf stepped down from the upper level joining the crowd. He was dressed in a white military tunic. A red sash across his chest. He smiled warmly at the guests and clinked his glass. The guests turned toward him and he started to stammer out elvish. He wasn’t charismatic but he got a few laughs from the crowd.

Then the dragonborn joined him in the front. Everyone stopped talking to watch her step down the red-carpeted staircase. She wore a beautiful dress that was both transparent and opaque. Similar style to the kobold dresses but with a lot more folds in the fabric adding to the volume. It started with bright alabaster-white around her chest and wide hips. It was nearly invisible around her stomach and legs. Her scales glimmered from the magical light in the room. Her powerful thick red tail lashed out behind her in a defiant show of power. She was magnificent. She stood out from the crowd like a jewel. Elvish bounded out of her throat toward the guests. A few men stepped up and kissed her claw with a greeting.

Akava would have loved to speak to this lady. The way she commanded respect around the elves was astounding. She wondered if this was how the far east treated dragonkin. It was like a daydream living in someone else’s life. Tural was elegant and strong, sipping on a glass of wine while speaking fluent elvish.

The butler opened the door to let another couple into the foyer entrance. A short bronze-skinned woman wearing a silken dress entered from the darkness first. Her skin looked like it was made of smooth glass. She was also endowed with perky breasts that filled a ten-hourglass. She clung tightly to a taller man wearing a ruby red hooded cloak. She eyed the room with very little interest as the butler tried to get their names.

“I’m sorry, but you need an invitation to-“

“She is my plus one Yung. A family friend isn’t allowed at the party?”

“Master Geiger, of course, you can come in, I will let lady Tural know immediately.”

All eyes in the room turned toward the new arrivals. Their arcane senses saw something in the couple, particularly the woman. A few weary individuals almost stepped out the door until the excited stomps of Tural broke the silence.

“Master Geiger!” The red dragonborn turned toward the guests, “Everyone this is lord Geiger, he’s a very influential guest, without his help we wouldn’t be here celebrating. So please enjoy the festivities and drink to your heart’s content. Yung, please bring out 20 bottles from the wine cellar. This is a very special occasion.” The guests were immediately disarmed by the thoughts of expensive wines. Their chatter resumed though a few gave side glances to the bronze-skinned beauty.

Tural squinted at Geiger then smiled a wide toothy smile. “You look a lot younger than the last time we met.”

The female that was wrapped around Geiger turned away blushing furiously.

“Yes, about that.” Geiger said, “I had an accident and needed to use a new body.”

“Oh my, what happened?”

Geiger turned toward his human companion who was practically shaking with embarrassment. She made a small squeak, “Please don’t say, master. It still horrifies me.”

“Let’s just say, a mistake in bed.”

“Say no more.” She looked the female up and down trying to see her true form. “You must be great mistress Frathra then. I am honored to be in your presence. I have never seen you in a human form before.”

“Thank you for allowing us to visit. I had to argue for hours to convince master to allow me to be a human this evening.”

Geiger rolled his eyes then turned toward the refreshment table pouring himself a glass of wine. “You know I don’t like when you shape shift.”

“I wanted to look like a real couple.” Frathra pouted. She took full advantage of her shorter stature to give him sad doe eyes on top of her quivering lower lip. “The looks we got on the airship were wonderful, the onlookers thought us husband and wife. It made me feel special.”

He patted her on the head, and she melted to his touch. “You are beyond special, if it were up to me, I’d force them to feel comfortable with you in your true form.” He then cupped her large breasts and thumbed on her nipple. The perky bud became erect instantly under his grip. “What bothers me is you don’t even feel a thing with this body.”

The dragon in human form looked down at the fatty tissue that bounced with his hand. She had a curious look on her face.

Tural’s husband joined just in time to turn a deep shade of red as the group was staring at the woman’s erect nipples. “I-I I’ll go make sure Yung needs assistance.”

“Nonsense, you should stay dear.” Tural exclaimed, “May I feel it great mistress Frathra?”

The dragon looked up at Geiger for the answer. Her face didn’t show any signs of discomfort to the question. Geiger shrugged dismissively. She saw her body as his entirely.

After getting the half-hearted permission she pushed her chest up showing off her sizable chest to the couple. Nipples tented the silk fabric with ease. The red scaly claw came up and caressed her boob, it felt the weight and jiggle of the fat. Before Tural pulled away she gave a pinch to the tip of the nipple. Frathra showed no reactions.

“Reminds me of the polymorph,” Tural’s husband lamented. “No sensation at all, the body just did whatever it wanted. That was a rough couple of weeks.”

“The consciousness doesn’t understand how to translate nerve impulses from a completely different body. So the consciousness just simply doesn’t. Half-elf to an elf is one thing, man to dragonkin or elf to orc is difficult.” Geiger stared at Akava. “Even a statue has more sensation than a false body.”

Tural caressed the half-elf’s back and put her weight nearly causing him to fall over. “I’m so sorry dear. But it was necessary to conceive.”

“Now-now, I never said I regret it. I love you so much and I’d do it again.” He eyed Geiger with a smug smile on his face.

“And that’s where I come in. I’m here to personally deliver you a hatchling gift. Or whatever the elvish equivalent is.” Geiger said placing an empty bottle of wine on the table. His cheeks were flushed red with booze.

“You shouldn’t have.” Tural said, “We already have all the belongings ready for the hatchling. Toys, food, clothes.”

Geiger smiled and then looked at the half-elf. “Is that true lord Yindrael, because I think there was told something was missing.”

Tural looked into her husband’s eyes. “What’s wrong? I thought we got everything ready for the little one.”

“W-well I was thinking about the hatchling’s future. There will not be another dragonborn like them. So I spoke with lord Geiger about my conundrum and-” Geiger pulled out a scroll from a bag of holding and handed it to the man. “Thank you, I’m forever in your debt.”

The red dragonborn looked at the scroll then the human. She nearly broke down and cried but instead wrapped her claws around Yindrael and pulled him up off the ground. “You’re going to give them a brother or sister?!”

The crowd overheard the cry and started to cheer for the couple.

“Just remember 50 red dragonborn scales, just like last time. Chew a cocoon after you read the scroll, and you will be transformed for a week.” Yindrael nodded at Geiger’s advice. The drunk man continued, “You can either masturbate or have sex to expel the demi-human semen. Just like last time, your polymorphed body will naturally start producing dragonborn semen. Standard stuff.” The half-elf blushed to the same color as his wife who was laughing at his embarrassment.

“I should just ask you to use true polymorph and be done with the sterile body of mine.”

“No!” Tural exclaimed. “It would be torturous for you and me. You’d never be able to feel our hatchling or my scales. Plus, I love your warm-blooded form. The lukewarm transformation always leaves me wanting.”

The room bustled along, and everyone took turns speaking to the dragon and the master. The elves paid very little attention to Akava after the first gander. She was quite pleased with that. She had her fill of people watching her. This wasn’t her day anyway, the happy couple celebrating a special hatchling moved her stone heart.

As things died down the drunken Geiger turned to face the statue of Akava. “You have about a week left, when we get back home the nest mothers will speak to you.” The statue gave the same silent response it had always given.

“Talking to statues?” Tural asked stepping close to the human.

“Yes. It’s a hobby of mine.”

“I can’t express how I feel right now. Everything you have done for me and my husband. I’m in your debt.”

“Just raise the hatchlings to be smart and healthy. My wish is for more dragonkin in the world. We both have had our fair share of death and destruction.”

Tural hugged Geiger. Tears have already stained her face scales. “Thank you.”

Her powerful arms caused him to lose his breath as he was squeezed. He let out a gasp, “Ok, that’s enough. I don’t want to be killed again, clones are expensive.”

She released him wiping away the tears as a group of elven women then called out to her, she excused herself. Geiger was just about to pick up another bottle of wine before Frathra interrupted him by slipping her arms under his. She pressed her whole body into him and stroked his chest wordlessly. They were locked like this for a while. He leaned to kiss the side of her face as she placed it on his shoulder.

“Thank you for bringing me to this party. I never expected it to be this heartwarming.”

“Wait till the kobolds back home throw you one as well. Just a few months until your estrus cycle and we will raise a powerful sorcerer or sorceress.”

“Will they be happy and have friends too?”

“Of course they will. Aalqi and Murdnod will have hatchlings as well. They will no doubt be great friends with our little one, maybe even lovers.”

Frathra tightened her grip on the man she loved, “Good.”

Akava’s impatience grew. She wanted what everyone else was having, a life. She didn’t care about the clan she busted vent and scale to be accepted into. She didn’t even want treasure to buy some home in the middle of nowhere. She wanted what the red dragonborn had. Home and family to be a part of.