Posted on 2024-02-20 10:38:44
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Here's a story written by the creator of the red kobold:

Zeix struggled against the mechanized tendrils, futilely pulling against the strong limbs that held him bound. The writhing pit held him tight, keeping the nude red kobold rooted in place, not affording him the luxury to move much at all. They had already ripped off all of his clothes, exposing him entirely for their strange desires. Zeix felt a sudden chill against his legs, he looked down briefly to see a black liquid latex like substance beginning to crawl up his legs.

A large green stalk emerged from the group, oddly organic looking compared to the rest. A large metal pyramid was attached to the end of it, almost like a mechanical flower bud. Zeix watched it cautiously as it rose above him, pointing sinisterly towards the kobold. The four sides of the pyramid opened up, like a mockery of a the petals of a flower, revealing a bright swirling pink light in the center of it.

Zeix tried to look away from it but couldn't seem to rip his gaze away from that pink enthralling light. The spiraling pattern drew him deeper and deeper into its twisting depths as more of that black goo climbed up his body, reaching past his knees and crawling higher and higher. He wanted to look down but the light was so pretty, it pulsed and shimmered enticingly, try as he might the tentacle had his gaze firmly locked.

One of the black dripping tendrils thrust up beneath his tail, spearing into his ass without any warning. He cried out as his tailhole was invaded, his inner passage clamping down around the tendril as it wormed its way deep inside him, the black goo dripping from it acting as lubricant. The latex began to spill out his rear and cover his ass cheeks, leaving them sleek and black as it covered more of him. His cock responded by swiftly trying to grow erect, but the latex intercepted his member and tucked it into a round rubbery bulge, sealing it away behind layers of latex as a glowing blue lock symbol formed over it.

His thoughts came slowly as he fell deeper and deeper under the tentacle's thrall, until eventually the poor kobold could do nothing but gaze raptly into the tentacle hypnotizing him. One of the tendrils wrapped around his nullbulge, giving it a firm playful squeeze. It felt so good to him that the kobold's hips thrust forwards to feel more touches along his bulge. He couldn't even realize that this was as good as it was going to get, he would never be able to achieve release, doomed to always feel right on the edge whenever his bulge was touched. It teased his trapped cock, the empty headed kobold unable to realize that he would no longer find release. The black goop kept rising, covering his chest and his tail, soon to completely encase him, converting him into an obedient drone...