Think dragon, but smaller

Core: Arcane
Size: Small
Families: Draconic, Spirit
Package: Standard - Mindbreak
Monster Powers: Timefruit Juice, Wind Infusion
Class: Knight
Cheat: Hybridization
Oath: Respect Sacred Ground
Blessings: Immaculate Conception, Angelic Protection
Miracle: Pure Land

Ahhhh! I could feel my mind tearing a little. Gods talking to me, talking over me as I drifted on the edge of consciousness. There was an occasional spike of clarity as they showed me things. I would think clearly for some unknown amount of time, then make a decision. Then my soul would tear apart again.

I would describe the process as both excruciating and disturbing if not for the dreamlike quality of the whole thing. Souls aren’t real, I thought, rationality creeping into my dreams. But what did I want to be, that was the only important thing right now.

I wanted to live my dreams of course. I wanted to be truly, absolutely, terribly free. I wanted to fly and I wanted to transform the world around me. Robots would be nice too. I didn’t really want to fight or attack, just build a new world in my image.

I felt both disapproval and confusion as I drifted back out of the dream.

…

I felt a tingling, crawling sensation across the back of a hand and groggily snapped awake, flailing to remove whatever bug had just disturbed my sleep. My hands hit something hard and rough above me. It felt like bark, but there was something off about the feeling. I spread out my arms and legs to feel around. Bark and dirt, weird.

I opened my eyes to look around. Everything was in dim greyscale. Must be what darkvision looks like. I thought about that for a moment before I realized something, everything was wrong. I don’t sleep on dirt. Bark doesn’t belong above me. I don’t have darkvision. Everything was just wrong, but it was real. Fuck. I don’t do ****. Do I?

I was just starting to panic when I thought of a mantra. Fear is the little ****, la petite mort. I chuckled out loud at that. From confusion to panic to laughter. I had to admit, sometimes I was a bit fucked in the head.

It keeps me sane though.

Relatively calm again, I scanned my surroundings. I was in a hollow, probably under a tree, with a grown over opening above my head. I could just barely see the night sky through the opening. I also saw scaled hands where my own should be, but studiously ignored that.

I reached for the entrance and grabbed the roots around it, pulling myself towards the light. It was an awkward shimmy, but I got out easily enough. I was on a grassy ledge, the tree I had just awoken under looming huge above me. The ledge seemed to be positioned two thirds of the way up a small, grassy mountain with a plain below me.

On that plain sat a village, I assumed, made of wood and thatch. It looked large enough for maybe 20-50 people. Aside from the obvious strangeness of waking up to all this, the buildings looked weirdly large. Like everyone had just made their windows extra high and extra large. They must all be two or more stories tall. I noted their were no windows visible on the first floors anywhere that I could see. There must be something dangerous they are trying to keep out. The thought made me look around in worry, but I saw nothing moving.

Having sorted out my surroundings just enough to deal with my worry and curiosity, I looked down at myself. “What the fuck?” I quietly exclaimed.

There wasn’t much mistaking it. I was in the body of a kobold, a dragon by technicality. Some of my dreamlike conversation returned to me as I inspected my grayish scales. I twisted and turned, trying to see all of me. For one, I had an actual toothy maw now, like a mini dragon. I had heard myself speak moments earlier, so I knew I could somehow still form words even with a very different mouth. I could also feel ridges and two short, stubby horns on my head.

My arms were sort of normal, with only the ubiquitous scales. Looking closely at my hands revealed something that must have come from my spirit selection. I had claws, presumably like all dragon kin, but they were transparent and disappeared when I tried to touch them. If I had to guess, they probably only worked when I wanted them too.

My torso was of little note, scaled and just a bit more toned than usual. No wings unfortunately, although I could feel a more prominent spinal ridge. Following that led to my tail. Yeah, I had a tail, smaller than most kobold tail depictions, but it was there and seemed to unconsciously preserve my balance.

My legs were very different. They were digitigrade. I only noticed when I looked at them, and I was standing just fine on my longer than normal legs. Those gods must have rewired my brain to control this new body. I also had spectral claws on the ends of my draconic toes.

The final thing I looked at was the thing between my legs. I had delayed long enough before looking towards that vital piece of me. It was limp at the moment, but began to rise with just the thought of what I remembered those gods saying. In seconds it looked twice as large as before. I definitely had a cock. I couldn’t be sure of its actual size because of my new body. But compared to the rest of me, it was huge. I did not feel any dangling balls though. It was a blessing honestly, those really ought to be inside on human biology too.

Overall I definitely looked like one of my ideal forms. Yeah, one of many. But I did feel like I was on the distinctly underwhelming side of kobold musculature and horns. Height too if my sneaking suspicion was right. Those houses just looked too big. I really needed to see them up close.

With a goal in mind, I peered over the edge of the ledge. It was steep, but not too much for a controlled descent. Before I had time to chicken out, I faced inward and hopped over the edge.

For a few moments I struggled with competing instincts. One wanted to just cover my head and roll. The other wanted to be a badass and execute a controlled slide. I did successfully slide for a decent distance with my hands and feet. Then I caught a rock or something and lost my friction just a little too long, rolling the last few meters.

I hit the ground pretty hard, enough that I felt I should be bruised, but getting up and shaking off the grass, I didn’t feel anything wrong. I did a once over and confirmed that I had indeed taken no damage, that was nice. As I walked toward the village, I thought about how good it felt to just do stuff like that.

I felt so free, walking across a field at night. Of course I had a storm of ideas in the back of my mind — this whole episode was a like a dream come true so far — but I was just going to enjoy myself until reality hit. It will eventually, so I’ll live for now.