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"Dragons are creatures of unsupported arrogance and entitlement." Such a condemnation would scarcely be spoken by many in their presence, let alone spoken by one of their own servants. After all, insubordination is rarely tolerated by even the most magnanimous of dragons. Often it led to death. Or worse.
Such is what would have been the case for Vargus Embermaw, who shouted it out loud when his master sought to pick one of his clutch for a ritualistic sacrifice. He couldn't stand to see another be used and thrown away like a cheap toy. Even if it was objectively a pitiful attempt at defiance, it was the most he could muster.
His draconic master sneered with sadistic glee as Vargus was bound opposite to him, completing the ritual as the runes flared to life: the Rite of Draconic Ascension. An ancient spell designed to imbue the one who was most worthy with unrelenting and overwhelming power. However, it was also a very dangerous spell, as the aforementioned 'Ascension' frequently resulted in the undesired shedding of one from the mortal coil. Only the greediest of dragons could hope to achieve and contain such a spell. Only the most ambitious of dragons could contend with Ascension.
But confusion arose from all parties when the ritual's target fixated upon not its caster but instead the intended sacrifice.
The magic had declared who was most worthy.
Vargus' body tensed with might, muscles bulging and fighting against the restraints. With a gasp, the kobold broke free and brawn quickly stockpiled onto the now stocky kobold, packing him tighter and heavier with muscle and power.
In a rage, his former master raised his mighty paw, still able to eclipse the kobold in size and struck back down upon him. However, instead of the expected crunch and squish of flesh and bone, the dragon's strike halted, actively being pushed back by the still growing kobold's own hand. In a contest of strength, the dragon pushed and shoved more of his weight onto Vargus, only to be met with equal and growing force.
The ground beneath Vargus cracked, both from his own stocky weight and the push from the dragon being outmatched by his former servant. The more the kobold drew upon this seemingly endless power, the more his might continued to build, the more he felt his power soar, the more his greed and ambition urged him to take in even more. Drooling in delight, Vargus simply held up the dragon's paw with one hand, grasping and forcibly holding the dragon in place. Even as the dragon attempted to pull back, Vargus yanked the paw back down, throwing down enough force to cause the dragon to collapse over as the swelling kobold glared at the brought down dragon's face, a satisfied smile lining his increasingly masculine features.
"Bear witness as I take what is MINE."
The ritual flared with untamed energies, its full effect being directly pulled upon by its subject before it focused its overwhelming raw arcane streams into Vargus, as though the kobold had become a magnet to the overwhelming magical power.
Almost immediately, the very mountain groaned and cracked as though drawn inward by the kobold's growing power, the remains of the ritual circle shattered all over, the earth rupturing and splitting as Vargus ever so slightly existed adjusted his feet, the ground quaking in anticipation as the kobold drew in and drank in every drop of power.
Thicker and wider and thicker and wider and thicker and wider Vargus surged, brawn packed on top of brawn, muscle on top of muscle. What should have been overwhelming and self destructive flowed as easily as water, pumping through his already immense arms, his chest grinding up against a widening and thickening jaw, his traps further encasing his head as they rose higher. Every creak of his hide and flex of a muscle caused the chamber and the mountain to rumble, intensifying with every subsequent quake.
A deep, thundering bass resonated from the kobold's maw as he bellowed a deep, maddening laughter. Might to break continents. Brawn to shatter nations. Power and muscle building higher and higher and higher to make him even greater still.
Vargus tossed the terrified dragon to the side, sending him flying into the cavern wall with such force that he impressed into it with a crack of rock and bone. The kobold stomped forward, lumbering about as his immense quads fought against one another.
His booming laugh descended lower and deeper as ascension drew near.
True ascension.
True godhood.
And it wasn't enough.
"MORE... I NEED MORE!!!"
The walls of the mountain chamber cracked and crumbled, large boulders beginning to fall upon the chamber. One as large as Vargus rapidly made its descent towards him, only for him to beam with pride as his chest flexed with a shockwave of concussive force, meeting the large hulk of rock as it shattered harmlessly against his growing, indomitable might. Wild eyes looked about the chamber as his toothy smile widened with primal glee, his body heaving with boundless strength as he recognized the very mountain that imprisoned him now crumbled before his power.
Reverberating rumbles further caused us destruction as Vargus' body shook with a slow chuckle that began to crescendo into wave after wave of laughter. Deeper, heavier bellows followed one after the other as the swelling kobold proudly flexed obscene, overpowered musculature, the mountain now beginning to collapse. As Vargus reached the height of his earth shattering laughter, he swung both of his arms down as biceps, chest, shoulders and traps worked in concert to make an orchestral swell of unrelenting and unyielding might, punctuated by the prideful of laughter of a kobold long since drunk on power.
The very stone and rock felt as though it were being drawn in once more before being explosively pushed back by a detonation of eurptive force, the mountain cracking as fissures snaked up the length of the stone long since unmoved from base to peak, world shaking timpani rising to a fortissimo.
The mountain broke. And then erupted. Pieces of the massive structure launched far, far into the sky as dust and debris filled the sky as the calamitous explosive shockwave bounded outwards, knocking over anything that was not firmly attached to the ground or otherwise.
But in the immediate vicinity of the newly ascended god, there was naught but rubble and stone amidst Vargus holding his most muscular flex, holding his breath, shuddering as the raw sensations of overwhelming strength unleashed rippled over him again and again and again.
Until, finally, he slowly relaxed, his fists loosening, then his forearms, and onwards as he slowly straightened back up with a slow, purposeful inhale and an exhale that may as well have been a sigh of satisfaction.
His gold eyes looked about, noticing the dragon now cowering and stuck in a makeshift fortress of rubble, wide eyed and terrified of this servant-turned-god, shaking in place and shocked he was even still alive. Vargus gave a dismissive snort before his eyes caught the glint of a magicked barrier beneath the rubble.
With a raise of his hand and a clench of his fist, the rubble cleared from the hemisphere barrier sounding the kobolds of his clutch, all of them looking in awe and confusion as they saw themselves spared from the cataclysm.
It was only when Vargus took a few ground shaking steps forward did they see the newly ascended kobold, causing them all to shrink away in fear, worried they had traded their old master for a more terrible one.
Vargus gave a lazy snap of his claws as the barrier collapsed and freed the kobolds. Though none dares to move as they awaited what would surely be more demands.
"If you would deem me worthy to be such," Vargus slowly shifted his body into a pose to show off the sheer width and scope of his overpowered physique, slowly sliding into a prideful, vainglorious display. The kobold gave a toothy yet warm and inviting smile, his rumbling bassy voice commanding yet earnest: "Your God-Emperor would request the worship of His subjects.~"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
God-Emperor Vargus Embermaw both deserves and needs no introduction. But I can't not give a huge ham like him some flowery prose with an explosive introduction to boot.
However, he is not one of my characters but instead that of my partner Roscoe--and in fact a very special character of his. As such, I think it's more than fitting that he get the royal treatment from yours truly--in every way I can manage anyways.
Enough that you can find a more lewd version here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62383896/
Art by
df43
Such is what would have been the case for Vargus Embermaw, who shouted it out loud when his master sought to pick one of his clutch for a ritualistic sacrifice. He couldn't stand to see another be used and thrown away like a cheap toy. Even if it was objectively a pitiful attempt at defiance, it was the most he could muster.
His draconic master sneered with sadistic glee as Vargus was bound opposite to him, completing the ritual as the runes flared to life: the Rite of Draconic Ascension. An ancient spell designed to imbue the one who was most worthy with unrelenting and overwhelming power. However, it was also a very dangerous spell, as the aforementioned 'Ascension' frequently resulted in the undesired shedding of one from the mortal coil. Only the greediest of dragons could hope to achieve and contain such a spell. Only the most ambitious of dragons could contend with Ascension.
But confusion arose from all parties when the ritual's target fixated upon not its caster but instead the intended sacrifice.
The magic had declared who was most worthy.
Vargus' body tensed with might, muscles bulging and fighting against the restraints. With a gasp, the kobold broke free and brawn quickly stockpiled onto the now stocky kobold, packing him tighter and heavier with muscle and power.
In a rage, his former master raised his mighty paw, still able to eclipse the kobold in size and struck back down upon him. However, instead of the expected crunch and squish of flesh and bone, the dragon's strike halted, actively being pushed back by the still growing kobold's own hand. In a contest of strength, the dragon pushed and shoved more of his weight onto Vargus, only to be met with equal and growing force.
The ground beneath Vargus cracked, both from his own stocky weight and the push from the dragon being outmatched by his former servant. The more the kobold drew upon this seemingly endless power, the more his might continued to build, the more he felt his power soar, the more his greed and ambition urged him to take in even more. Drooling in delight, Vargus simply held up the dragon's paw with one hand, grasping and forcibly holding the dragon in place. Even as the dragon attempted to pull back, Vargus yanked the paw back down, throwing down enough force to cause the dragon to collapse over as the swelling kobold glared at the brought down dragon's face, a satisfied smile lining his increasingly masculine features.
"Bear witness as I take what is MINE."
The ritual flared with untamed energies, its full effect being directly pulled upon by its subject before it focused its overwhelming raw arcane streams into Vargus, as though the kobold had become a magnet to the overwhelming magical power.
Almost immediately, the very mountain groaned and cracked as though drawn inward by the kobold's growing power, the remains of the ritual circle shattered all over, the earth rupturing and splitting as Vargus ever so slightly existed adjusted his feet, the ground quaking in anticipation as the kobold drew in and drank in every drop of power.
Thicker and wider and thicker and wider and thicker and wider Vargus surged, brawn packed on top of brawn, muscle on top of muscle. What should have been overwhelming and self destructive flowed as easily as water, pumping through his already immense arms, his chest grinding up against a widening and thickening jaw, his traps further encasing his head as they rose higher. Every creak of his hide and flex of a muscle caused the chamber and the mountain to rumble, intensifying with every subsequent quake.
A deep, thundering bass resonated from the kobold's maw as he bellowed a deep, maddening laughter. Might to break continents. Brawn to shatter nations. Power and muscle building higher and higher and higher to make him even greater still.
Vargus tossed the terrified dragon to the side, sending him flying into the cavern wall with such force that he impressed into it with a crack of rock and bone. The kobold stomped forward, lumbering about as his immense quads fought against one another.
His booming laugh descended lower and deeper as ascension drew near.
True ascension.
True godhood.
And it wasn't enough.
"MORE... I NEED MORE!!!"
The walls of the mountain chamber cracked and crumbled, large boulders beginning to fall upon the chamber. One as large as Vargus rapidly made its descent towards him, only for him to beam with pride as his chest flexed with a shockwave of concussive force, meeting the large hulk of rock as it shattered harmlessly against his growing, indomitable might. Wild eyes looked about the chamber as his toothy smile widened with primal glee, his body heaving with boundless strength as he recognized the very mountain that imprisoned him now crumbled before his power.
Reverberating rumbles further caused us destruction as Vargus' body shook with a slow chuckle that began to crescendo into wave after wave of laughter. Deeper, heavier bellows followed one after the other as the swelling kobold proudly flexed obscene, overpowered musculature, the mountain now beginning to collapse. As Vargus reached the height of his earth shattering laughter, he swung both of his arms down as biceps, chest, shoulders and traps worked in concert to make an orchestral swell of unrelenting and unyielding might, punctuated by the prideful of laughter of a kobold long since drunk on power.
The very stone and rock felt as though it were being drawn in once more before being explosively pushed back by a detonation of eurptive force, the mountain cracking as fissures snaked up the length of the stone long since unmoved from base to peak, world shaking timpani rising to a fortissimo.
The mountain broke. And then erupted. Pieces of the massive structure launched far, far into the sky as dust and debris filled the sky as the calamitous explosive shockwave bounded outwards, knocking over anything that was not firmly attached to the ground or otherwise.
But in the immediate vicinity of the newly ascended god, there was naught but rubble and stone amidst Vargus holding his most muscular flex, holding his breath, shuddering as the raw sensations of overwhelming strength unleashed rippled over him again and again and again.
Until, finally, he slowly relaxed, his fists loosening, then his forearms, and onwards as he slowly straightened back up with a slow, purposeful inhale and an exhale that may as well have been a sigh of satisfaction.
His gold eyes looked about, noticing the dragon now cowering and stuck in a makeshift fortress of rubble, wide eyed and terrified of this servant-turned-god, shaking in place and shocked he was even still alive. Vargus gave a dismissive snort before his eyes caught the glint of a magicked barrier beneath the rubble.
With a raise of his hand and a clench of his fist, the rubble cleared from the hemisphere barrier sounding the kobolds of his clutch, all of them looking in awe and confusion as they saw themselves spared from the cataclysm.
It was only when Vargus took a few ground shaking steps forward did they see the newly ascended kobold, causing them all to shrink away in fear, worried they had traded their old master for a more terrible one.
Vargus gave a lazy snap of his claws as the barrier collapsed and freed the kobolds. Though none dares to move as they awaited what would surely be more demands.
"If you would deem me worthy to be such," Vargus slowly shifted his body into a pose to show off the sheer width and scope of his overpowered physique, slowly sliding into a prideful, vainglorious display. The kobold gave a toothy yet warm and inviting smile, his rumbling bassy voice commanding yet earnest: "Your God-Emperor would request the worship of His subjects.~"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
God-Emperor Vargus Embermaw both deserves and needs no introduction. But I can't not give a huge ham like him some flowery prose with an explosive introduction to boot.
However, he is not one of my characters but instead that of my partner Roscoe--and in fact a very special character of his. As such, I think it's more than fitting that he get the royal treatment from yours truly--in every way I can manage anyways.
Enough that you can find a more lewd version here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62383896/
Art by
df43
Category All / Muscle
Species Kobold
Size 2629 x 3153px
File Size 9.33 MB
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