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When Fenzil returned home he saw that someone had entered his house while he was away.

The dragon set down a basket he had been carrying with his tail, and fretted in front of the open doorway. He had built his small cottage in the upper branches of a tall oak, hidden from sight by the foliage and made unreachable by flightless beings. Leaves rustled soothingly in the afternoon sunlight, cheery bird song filtered through them, and the branch Fenzil stood on swayed pleasantly under his weight, but he would have enjoyed the cozy atmosphere much better if he had been expecting any visitors. He was not keen on meeting the kind of person who would enter a dragon's lair uninvited.

Despite being small for a dragon Fenzil did not feel threatened by the local wildlife, but the thought did not make him feel any better: it only meant that the visitor would be another dragon. He had chosen to live in the woods just outside the clan grounds, partly for better access to alchemical reagents, but mostly for the peace and quiet. He was not a loner, but enjoyed people only in small quantities.

Fenzil drew a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and stepped inside.

"I'm sorry, is anybody here?", he said as he entered his home.

The hut was cramped but tidy, a single room with every visible surface stacked with shelves and cupboards for storing roots, herbs, and all kinds of strange tidbits one picked up from forest floor. A large portion of it was now occupied by a larger, older black dragon that had a long, white mane flowing along his neck and back. He was going through pots and jars on the shelves with an inquisitive look, sniffing and turning them around in his paws, and did not bother to look at Fenzil as he rummaged through his belongings.

"There you are! I was getting bored waiting for your return", the clan Brewmaster said and shook an earthenware jar. It made a dry, rattling sound.

Fenzil sighed and set the basket full of flowers aside. "Ah, I'm sorry sir, if you had only informed me I could have prepared-"

"A-ha!", the Brewmaster scared Fenzil with a triumphant yelp and tossed a jar at him. "Tea! Make mine with two spoonfuls of honey, you know how I like it sweet."

"But I wasn't going to-", Fenzil started to protest, but then held his tongue.

Being a good host sometimes meant suffering even rude guests. Besides, the Brewmaster was a big and important person so there was no way he could say no to him. His fiery siblings would have tossed the Brewmaster out of the house without question, but he was the meekest of his family by far. He rose on two feet with some difficulty to put a kettle on, while the brewmaster settled down on a comfortable rug next to a low table and watched him work.

"Just look at you. How are you? Have you been eating properly? The prey animals around these parts seem uncharacteristically brave!" The Brewmaster steepled his paws and gave Fenzil a mildly disapproving look, like a schoolmaster appraising an unruly student.

Fenzil gave him a sideways glance and looked out of the window to avoid his gaze. The view gave over a small lake that glittered happily in the sunlight, free and away from any nearby guild leaders. He started puttering around the room, putting the flowers he had gathered in a vase on the windowsill, brushing away imaginary dust from shelves, and shifting things that were entirely fine where they already lay.

"Ah, well, I'm healthy, and recently I've started studying this cantrip for producing flame-"

"No, no, I meant that I literally want to take a look at you. I haven't seen you in months. Stop what you're doing and turn around a couple times." The Brewmaster made a twirling motion with his claw, impatiently.

Fenzil raised his eyebrows, but the Brewmaster's gaze did not falter so he sighed and obeyd dutifully. Being the center of attention had always made him feel uncomfortable, and he turned around on all fours with surprising agility for a creature of his size, wishing the inspection to be over as quickly as possible.

His skin had the pale blue color of a spring sky, with bright yellow stripes across his neck and slender limbs, thick but smooth and pliable. Firm, gold colored scales protected his vulnerable underside, and a smaller patch of dark blue ones covered his snout and forehead. He had a small, graceful head, endearing smile, two pointy horns and large lime green eyes. A pair of leathery wings sprouted between his shoulder blades and rested neatly folded against his back. His most striking feature was his long tail, almost doubling his body length, chubby at its base but tapering up to a prehensile appendage. It moved as if on its own volition when Fenzil felt nervous, and now it coiled itself around a chair leg hugging it for support. Fenzil sighed and shook it loose.

"I... don't quite understand what this accomplishes?"

The Brewmaster made a satisfied nod. "Neither do I, but I'm still happy that you humored me. Now, your mother told me that she wants you to visit the family more often. It doesn't do a young dragon good to be all alone like this."

"I have friends-"

"-and you should visit them more often. I'm glad that we agree." The Brewmaster closed his eyes and smiled.

The kettle boiled over and Fenzil turned to tend it, shoulders sagging, and mumbled something resembling a 'yes' in reply.

A little while later Fenzil was pouring tea for the Brewmaster and himself. The large black dragon held a tiny porcelain cup precariously in his claws, and ever so gingerly dipped in the tip of his tongue to take a small sip. Sometimes Fenzil wondered if introducing dragons to drinking tea was a practical joke by the humans, but he still enjoyed the taste so he did not really care how comical it might look to others.

The Brewmaster set the cup aside with a clinking sound. "Onto the business! I did not come all the way here just for a social call. What do you make of this?"

He was wearing saddlebags around the base of his tail, and reached into one of them with his snout to pull out a small stoppered vial, which he put in Fenzil's paws. The liquid inside moved with oily sluggishness, and when Fenzil popped it open a smell of musty cellar billowed out. He could sense that there was magic to it, but he could not say what kind.

"It's a potion all right. What does it do?"

"Beats me! That's what I want you to find out."

"Why me though?" Fenzil held the bottle up against light and peered through its reddish contents, but the potion refused to reveal its secrets.

"Well, you're not doing anything important so I decided to give you something to keep you occupied."

Fenzil made a curt smile and pushed the vial across the table to Brewmaster. "Actually I have several experiments that require my attention-"

"Put those on hold, I'm really curious about this one." The Brewmaster waved away Fenzil's pesky words. "Come see me tomorrow and report your findings, that sound good to you?"

"...yes." Fenzil's smile had frozen into a grimace by now, but the Brewmaster did not seem to notice it.

"Great! It's settled then!" The Brewmaster rose up, abandoning his almost full tea cup, and headed towards the door. "I do so love our chats, but duty calls. So much to do, so little time. Ta-ta!"

He walked outside, crouched on his powerful hind legs like a cat ready to pounce, and unfurled his wings. When he leaped in the air it shook the entire tree making Fenzil's cottage jitter and clink, and then he was gone as suddenly as he had arrived. Fenzil sat down in his place for a good while, still flabbergasted, before he sighed and started to rearrange his shelves.

--

Soon he had the potion bubbling in a cauldron in his fireplace, surrounded by beakers and jars full of strange substances and sheaves of notes collected over the years. Even though the Brewmaster did not always take Fenzil's opinions into consideration--he had a natural talent for hearing only what he wanted to hear--he never doubted the blue dragon's skills. Fenzil was a consummate herbalist and chemist, and losing himself in the work felt soothing to his nerves. He focused on studying small, practical spells, but being able to make potions for sale was a nice perk too. He sprinkled some reagents in the pot and continued reading an interesting manuscript while waiting for it to boil.

Suddenly an acrid smell shook Fenzil awake from his wandering thoughts. The potion had reacted much more violently than expected, foaming and spattering out of the cauldron and onto his notes! Fenzil grabbed the hot metal pot without thinking only to burn his paw, yelped and flung it in the air. Time stood still as the cauldron tumbled around before Fenzil's wide open eyes, drawn by the inexorable pull of gravity and spitting reddish liquid, and then resumed as it landed with a mighty clang and sprayed its contents all over the place and the poor dragon. Fenzil made an undignified squeal and leaped aside, but too late: his entire upper body was coated in droplets of the red, oily substance.

His hide was too thick for him to feel any real pain, but he nevertheless flailed around on the floor wailing and trying to wipe the potion off himself, but only managed to smear it more over his body. Some of it had gotten in his nostrils and made him sneeze until he was teary eyed, and when he rubbed them he got even more of the red goop onto his face. It tingled from the strange substance and for a moment he was genuinely worried that he might die in the most stupid way imaginable, but then the feeling subsided and he was left sitting among the ruins of his experiment dazzled if unharmed.

Fenzil sighed and kneaded his temples. The potion was no more: he would have to come up with a believable tale how he had failed to identify it, for the truth was far too embarrassing. He got up and flapped down to the lake to clean himself, but the oily residue clung to his skin despite his best attempts at washing up. The cold water merely beaded on and trickled off his greasy scales no matter how hard he rubbed them. To his growing despair he recalled using up just yesterday the last batch of soap he had made, the nice lavender-scented one, and feeling defeated he plopped down and sat on the shoreline. The only sensible thing to do now was to hide in the bed and try to forget today had happened at all. He returned to his house, and still dripping water buried his head under a blanket, shut his eyes angrily, and willed himself into miserable sleep.

--

When Fenzil woke up the world had turned strange. Everything in the room seemed suddenly taller, and the center of balance in his body felt off. He tried to get up from the bed but it was far too high, and he fell on the floor with a thud. When he looked down on himself he saw a weird pair of arms instead of forelegs, a bipedal pair of feet instead of hind legs, and chubby short tail instead of his beautiful long one! Fenzil made a strangled warble as panic rose up in his throat, and the sound was too high pitched and inappropriately cheery in his ears. His heart racing like a frightened rabbit he hurried across the room to a large mirror he had hung on the wall, tripping and stumbling as his unfamiliar gait kept surprising him, and stood in disbelief when a strange kobold stared back from it.

He grasped the mirror frame with both hands and shook it, but his image refused to change. What he was witnessing should not be possible, yet it had still happened to him overnight. Fenzil hyperventilated and started to pace back and forth, but only tripped on the tail lagging behind him and fell to the floor cursing and flailing. He sat up and tried to calm himself, but even the sound of his heart beating and the motion of his lungs breathing felt alien and wrong. Eventually he managed to stay still long enough to start formulating his thoughts again, and approached the mirror with newfound curiosity. He had discovered, albeit accidentally, something unheard of!

Fenzil took a good look at his new body. He still had the same color scheme as always, albeit his belly scales had lost some of their shine. He was much smaller now, and he doubted that he could have reached to touch the shoulderblades of his old self even if he stood on his toes. His tail was considerably bigger now, its plump, soft base drooping like a giant cushion over his buttocks, and dragging it along the floor took quite a lot of effort. It still retained some of its previous agility, and standing on two feet felt entirely natural now, so that at least was an improvement.

What drew Fenzil's attention the most was a sheath and a pair of snug balls dangling between his legs, which were an entirely new experience. He prodded the sheath and found it quite sensitive, the skin pulling back easily to reveal the pink tip of his small kobold shaft. It had a light, almost fragrant musk, and smelling the pleasant aroma made his cock twitch and harden a little. He turned his attention towards the balls hanging in a leathery pouch, small and about plum sized, and gasped at the sensation when he rolled them around between his fingers. Fenzil laid on his back to verify his findings. He spread his legs wide open for ease of access and massaged his anus gently, then stuck two fingers inside his warm depths. He could not stop a moan escaping between his lips as his small body reacted eagerly to being penetrated, and when he moved his fingers around his soft folds he started to pant and became fully erect from even the light stimulation. His cock was much smaller than it had used to be, but had the same smooth shape of a pointy, tapered head and a thick knot at the middle.

Flustered, he shook his head and got up and started gathering his things, packing fruit for lunch and potions for sale. The Brewmaster needed to be informed of this turn of events as soon as possible, and now that he could not fly the journey to the town would take much longer. He stopped to hesitate in front of the mirror again. Should he wear clothes now that he was a kobold? Did kobolds even wear clothing? Dragons had little need for modesty, but Fenzil knew from experience how fussy about dangly bits humanoids could get. In the end he resigned going out completely nude, because he owned nothing he could he wear. He hoisted up his basket that he had turned into a makeshift satchel, drew in deep breath, and with great trepidation begun his strange new journey--as soon as he would find a rope to get down from his house.

--

The Brewmaster was writing his memoirs when he was interrupted by his assistant.

"Excuse me, sir", the gryphon with brown plumage said, "there is a kobold outside who wishes to see you." The bird stood in the doorway and waited with politeness approaching stiffness.

"A kobold, here? How unusual! What does it want?"

"Beats me, sir. The creature insisted on talking to you only."

"Well, send it in, I was about to take a break anyway", The Brewmaster said and set aside his pen.

The black dragon cracked his neck and looked around his wide, airy office. It was located on the top floor of the guild hall, above the hustle and bustle of his laboratory, and had large windows letting in the light of the setting sun. Soon a small, blue kobold entered and rushed towards him, its tiny feet making plapping sounds against the polished floor boards.

"It's me, Fenzil!", the creature called out to him with a high pitched voice.

"That is extraordinary! I have a dragon friend with the exact same name, what are the odds!"

"No, uh, I meant, I'm the dragon Fenzil, sir... I got turned into a kobold!"

"Really?" The black dragon lifted his eyebrows and took a closer look. "Why did you expose yourself to the potion? That seems like taking an unnecessary risk to me."

The small creature fidgeted. "There was mishap, sir... but never mind that! Is there a way to turn me back?"

"I wish I knew, that's what I hoped you to find out." The Brewmaster leaned in, sniffed the kobold and gave him a quick lick. "Hm, nope, I can't tell what's wrong with you."

Fenzil suppressed a shiver passing through him, and continued. "But... who made the potion? Surely they must know!"

The Brewmaster loomed over Fenzil and kept prodding him with his snout. "I'm sorry but I can't help you there either. An adventurer came here a couple days ago, and claimed that he had stolen it from local kobold tribe, but you know how their kind are."

"The wild kobolds? I didn't even think that they would know potioncraft!"

"Truly, this has been a learning experience for us all." The Brewmaster walked back behind his desk, satisfied that the matter had been brought to a conclusion.

"But, but, what do I do now?", Fenzil asked with a pitiable voice.

"Carry on researching the potion's effects, of course", the Brewmaster explained with a patient voice. "Wait it out? Perhaps the effect wears off on its own."

Fenzil did not know what to say and just looked at the dragon with pleading eyes.

The Brewmaster let out a long suffering sigh, and set aside his pen again. "I guess you could ask around the kobold tribes. The potion was found east from there, near the Hollowhill Ridge area. Knowing how backwards they are that sounds like a long shot, but there is no harm in asking."

"But I've never even met kobolds before!"

"Then it's high time to start. You look the part already, so how hard can it be? Now off you go, and don't forget to report on your progress in a timely manner!"

Fenzil tried to formulate a protest, but he had already lost the Brewmaster's attention and was promptly ushered out by his assistant. He clasped his basket, bewildered, and looked at the hilly treetops looming behind the town limits with a sense of growing doom. He could have asked help from his family and friends, but he did not want them seeing him like this, so he sighed, resigned, and took the first step alone.

--

As the sun set and wolves started to howl in the distance Fenzil realized how the wilderness was considerably less inviting for a small kobold than a large dragon. He was used to enjoying view of the lush countryside from high up when traveling, but up close the trees and shrubs and spiky bushes were much more unpleasant and scratchy. He kept tripping up on roots and loose boulders, and before soon he was both sweaty and hopelessly lost.

Exhausted, Fenzil plopped down on a tree stump to feel sorry for himself. It would be just his luck if the kobold tribe turned out to be bloodthirsty cannibals, he thought glumly and wiped dirt off his face, but he was determined not to cry. The moon rose high on the sky and he shivered under its cold glare, but there was strange kind of beauty to the forest's undergrowth that he had not experienced before. Perhaps everything would turn out for the better in the end, he thought to himself and looked for a hole to hide in for the night. He was stopped by a sudden rustling sound from a nearby thicket, and a strange kobold popped his head out between the leaves.

"Hi! Are you lost? I'm Krikkit! Your scales are very pretty!", the small creature spoke cheerily and looked at Fenzil with his bright eyes.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you at all... I'm really surprised that kobolds speak draconic!" Fenzil felt unnerved from the praise the stranger had given him so casually. Accepting compliments gracefully was something that happened only to other people, in his experience.

The other kobold stepped out of the bushes. His scales had a dark red hue and smooth, glistening texture to them as if he had just stepped out of water. He was even shorter than Fenzil, reaching only up to his sternum, and had a slender, almost girlish build with wide hips that swayed enticingly as he walked. Unlike Fenzil he was wearing a loincloth, which made Fenzil feel even more awkward about his own nudity.

"Kobolds speak kobold, and dragons speak what ever they want", Krikkit shrugged. He set his hand on Fenzil's arm and touched his chest softly with his long fingers, and made an awed expression. "I have never seen a blue kobold before, are you from far away?"

"Uh... you could say that. Are there more people living here?"

"Our hunting camp is right over that ridge there", Krikkit laughed, "How didn't you notice that? Our warriors mark the trees around our territory every day", he said and made a gesture mimicking pissing.

"I, uh, thought that was done by some animals", Fenzil flustered, but Krikkit's attention had already turned towards his basket.

"Ooh, are these potions for us? Thank you so much for your kindness, stranger! I'm sure the tribe elder will appreciate your gift greatly!"

"Ah, um, quite yes they are a gift of goodwill...", Fenzil scratched the back of his head and let the tip of his tail wag nervously.

"It's great to have such a generous kobold visiting us!" Krikkit clapped his hands, and then started tugging Fenzil towards the shrubbery. "I must definitely show you to the others now, they will be so overjoyed! Let's go, let's go!"

Despite being half his weight Krikkit was much more tenacious than Fenzil, and had no trouble pulling the hapless kobold in his wake into the depths of the woods. Fenzil grimaced and fretted, but could not find the strength to say no to the persistent little male, and before long he was dragged along to a clearing with several tents made of animal skins arranged in a circle, and a large bonfire blazing in the middle of it.

A group of other kobolds gathered around them almost immediately, looking very curious and started asking questions from him. Fenzil had trouble answering even one of them before he was distracted by their small hands touching and prodding him all over his body. It seemed that his blue color and being taller than all the rest was a source of constant amazement to the crowd of stout, russet kobolds, They were all male, and very well endowed ones based on how their loincloths bulged, and for some reason that made Fenzil feel even more awkward. He yelped when one of them suddenly copped a feel of his small genitalia, much to the crowd's amusement, and encouraged them to grope him again. Despite blocking and dodging as well as he could Fenzil could not stop hands from tugging his sheath and balls, grasping his buttocks, and lifting his tail, and he squealed and squirmed growing increasingly embarrassed and bewildered.

"Enough! What is the cause of this commotion?", shot out a reedy voice beyond the crowd, and an older kobold stepped into view. His scales had started to fade with age, but he held his head high and approached with an air of importance. Several necklaces of wooden beads rattled on his chest as he walked, and he shook a staff with feathers tied to it around to make way for himself.

"It's a visitor, revered Chieftain", Krikkit explained, "from a faraway tribe bringing gifts!"

The Chieftain bowed to Fenzil. "My apologies, honored guest. Your markings tell a tale of great virtue, and your arrival is an auspicious sign. Please do not feel alarmed by the curiosity of our tribesmen, they mean you no harm. May I ask what is your line and sign?"

"Uhh... my name is Fenzil, if you meant that?" The crowd started murmuring and exchanging suspicious looks, clearly displeased by his inability to give a proper answer. Fenzil gulped and smiled weakly. "I'm not familiar with your ways, but I didn't mean any disrespect!"

The Chieftain hushed them down and looked at Fenzil with keen eyes. "What manner of kobold cannot tell his parentage and birth sign? Tell me truthfully, have you forsaken your tribe? Or been cast out for your crimes, to be lost alone in the wilderness?"

"I'm lost in more ways than you can even think... here, these are for you!", Fenzil muttered and pushed the basket into the Chieftain's hands without daring to look.

"Such a lavish gift! Did you make these yourself?"

Fenzil nodded and made an awkward attempt at a smile.

"Truly an auspicious sign indeed!", the Chieftain intoned and raised his hands, "It must be Fate itself that brought you here! Come, tonight your journey shall end: be no longer a tribeless castaway, but become initiated into ours!" The Chieftain smiled warmly and patted back of Fenzil's hand.

"Ah this is really sudden, perhaps I should think it over...", Fenzil started to back down, but the crowd picked up the Chieftain's enthusiasm and shoved the hapless kobold forwards. They chanted and cheered as they walked Fenzil towards a flat stone in the middle of the clearing. Fenzil tried to slip away and flee, but he was unceremoniously hoisted up and set on the stone, surrounded by the entire tribe by now. Fenzil looked around wild-eyed, but even Krikkit had disappeared into the crowd leaving no-one he could recognize for comfort.

The Chieftain stepped up next to Fenzil. "Hearken! Which one of you shall adopt this stranger, and teach him our ways and tales? Who shall watch over him and guide him on his way?"

"I do."

A dark green kobold with low voice emerged from the crowd. He was a head shorter than Fenzil but much stouter, with well defined musculature and the springy step of a predatory animal as he moved. He had a crest of spines starting at the top of his head and trailing along his back, and a bulging loincloth telling of excessive girth.

"I, warrior Ormz will adopt him", he continued and the crowd murmured in agreement.

Krikkit's head popped up from behind his back, and he waved at Fenzil. "I went out and fetched him just for you, you're in good hands", he whispered and made a sign with his fingers that Fenzil hoped was meant to be encouraging.

"Then we shall begin", the Chieftain intoned, "Fenzil of No Tribe, please receive our greatest gift, the Bounty of Fertility!"

With that Fenzil was pushed down and his legs were spread open. Fighting against rising panic Fenzil lifted his head to peek at what would happen next. The Chieftain crouched over his crotch and opened a small jar, and almost instantly Fenzil could smell the same musty cellar scent that the mystery potion had had. His fear started to melt away and was replaced by curiosity, dozens of questions to the elder suddenly welling up in his mind. Without realizing it he had started to observe the ritual as an experiment, not as a sacrifice that he had feared.

The Chieftain scooped out a big lump of reddish paste, and started to smear it slowly on Fenzil's balls. It felt cool against his skin, and soon a tingling sensation started to infiltrate into his sensitive parts. It had a fresh, almost electric feel to it, and Fenzil could not help a moan escaping his lips as it sunk deeper into his testicles. He squirmed and made throaty little gasps when the Chieftain fondled his pouch gently and made squelching noises as he coated them thoroughly with the paste. At the same time the tribesmen threw off their loincloths one by one and started pleasuring themselves, stroking their pink, long kobold cocks and fat, jiggling balls.

Ormz took the Chieftain's place and leaned over Fenzil, staring at him with his golden eyes.

"Relax, I'm going to show you good time from now on", he said with a husky whisper and planted a kiss on Fenzil's forehead. The blue kobold made a tiny whimper and just nodded. He was still being held down, and could not resist even if he had wanted to.

The warrior straightened up and tossed away the strip of cloth covering his crotch. He was hung like a stallion, and Fenzil drew in breath in sheer surprise when he saw that juicy piece of fuck meat hanging between his legs. Ormz's sheath was loose and puffy, and from it emerged a glistening cock tip that even half erect was longer than Fenzil's entire hand. Below it hung a pair of balls the size of oranges, so big and heavy that they did not fit between his thighs and were propped outwards instead. Ormz squatted over Fenzil and lowered his massive orbs until they touched Fenzil's little plums, and started grinding them together with slow, rolling motion. Fenzil had never even been touched by another man, and now he was suddenly being massaged with the single most excessive piece of procreation he had ever seen!

It did not take long for the first tribesman to climax, and he shot his prodigious load on Fenzil's chest. The thick, gooey kobold semen landed on his chest in several long spurts, hot and glistening, and reeked of raw, salty masculinity. More cum rained on Fenzil's body, hitting his face, belly, even his tiny cock that sprung now fully erect between his legs, all the while he was being frotted by the well hung warrior. Fenzil moaned and made thrusting motions with his hips, but his throbbing cock went mercilessly unattended. The minutes grew longer, and Fenzil felt like he was surrounded by an endless torrent of cumming and gasps of pleasure, but eventually everybody stepped back to appreciate their handiwork leaving him panting breathlessly from sheer arousal.

Fenzil laid coated with pearly white kobold semen from head to crotch, His skin was slick and glistening from cum slowly dripping down his sides, warm and writhing with millions of sperm from dozens of kobolds. The Chieftain approached him and started scooping the tangy glazing into a shallow bowl, and when he was finished he held up Fenzil's head and brought the vessel to his lips.

"Drink, and be one of us. Become Fenzil of the Redfoot tribe, under the sign of Good Luck."

Fenzil was too heated up to give any consideration to what he was about to do, and simply slurped the broth. The gooey, salty slime flowed into his maw and he gulped it down, feeling strange warmth welling up as he felt it roiling in his belly. He burped and apologized, then giggled nervously, much to the raucous cheering of the crowd. Ormz clasped his hand and pulled him up, then patted his back.

"This one's a keeper!", he shouted and grinned, and the other tribesmen responded with wild whooping. He leaned in closer to whisper into Fenzil's ear, his breath feeling hot against his cheek. "Let's get you cleaned up, and have a little welcoming party in my tent. I want to introduce you to my mate." He slapped Fenzil's butt and sent him wading through the jubilant crowd, flustered and sticky with drying cum.

--

Ormz's tent was small but cozy, its doorway low enough that Fenzil had to crouch to avoid hitting his head. Its floor was covered with brightly colored rugs and a small fire crackled in a pit in the middle, giving rise to a wisp of fragrant birch smoke that trailed out of a hole in the roof and into the starlit sky. Krikkit sprung up from a cushion that he had been sitting on, and scampered to welcome him. He was as naked as Fenzil, but did not hesitate to hug him tightly, inadvertently smooshing his sheath against his hips.

"Welcome to the tribe! I'm glad that Ormz took a liking to you, think of all the fun things we get to do together now!"

Without waiting for reply Krikkit cupped Fenzil's crotch.

"Ooh, look at these beauties! They're shaping out quite nicely!" The smaller kobold weighed Fenzil's balls on the palm of his hand, and when looked down he could see that they had grown noticeably larger. Each of his orbs had swollen to a size of tangerine, the skin of his pouch becoming much tauter in response. Fenzil gulped in amazement, for he could still feel the intense tingling sensation throbbing inside his testicles that had caused the first growth spurt. Just what kind of magic the tribe had subjected him to?

His thoughts were stopped by Ormz entering the hut. He touched snouts with Krikkit and they nuzzled each other lovingly, before addressing Fenzil.

"I see that you've met my better half Krikkit. Be nice to him okay? He's sweet but gets upset easily."

"No I don't, you jerk!", Krikkit laughed and punched Ormz's shoulder playfully.

"But... you're both men? How is that supposed to, you know, work?" Fenzil felt that his train of thought had left him behind by two stations.

Ormz and Krikkit looked at each other, then back to Fenzil. It was their turn to feel puzzled. "I don't understand what's the problem with that?", Ormz said and looped his arm around Krikkit's waist. Krikkit smiled and kissed his jawline.

"Ah, I'm sorry but this is all so very new to me... what happens now?" Fenzil did not where to look when he spoke. His eyes kept wandering towards his naked hosts, but he felt that it would be rude to stare.

"We're going to be living together for a good while, so it's better to get comfortable around each other. I wouldn't want you being scared of these boys", Ormz laughed and patted his massive balls.

"What was that about? Mine feel strange... but in a good way!", Fenzil hurried to add so he would not insult their hospitality.

"It's a fertility ritual! Our warriors produce lots and lots of strong seed, it's good for the tribe", Krikkit said and displayed his crotch proudly. Even the small kobold's balls were meaty and bigger than Fenzil's. "I'm curious to see what your fresh new pair is capable of..."

As he spoke Krikkit grinned and tugged Fenzil down on his knees, and started giving him a tongue bath. He started from his chest, giving him quick little licks that tickled and titillated him, and moved slowly but surely towards his belly and crotch. Fenzil stood still and made shallow breaths, his mouth hanging ajar, and let his erection grow in full view of the other males. Ormz gave it a tentative squeeze.

"This isn't much to look at, but I bet having something small inside you could be fun for a change, Krikkit..."

Hearing that Fenzil blushed. "A-ah, I've never, I've never been... with someone."

Both of the wild kobolds chuckled, and pushed Fenzil on his back. The firelight glowed warmly and glittered on their scales as they loomed over him with a mischievous look.

"Fenzil, my name is Ormz, and I shall be your Guide. It is time for you to know my scent." With that Ormz stepped over Fenzil and sat on his face.

His soft pucker pressed against Fenzil's snout, filling his nostrils with a mouthful of ass musk. It had a spicy, leathery aroma, and Fenzil inhaled it deeper into his lungs, moaning and gasping from the sheer sensation alone. At the same time Krikkit squeezed his plump, fat tail between his thighs, straddling it like a cushion, and spat on his anus before he started fingering it with his slender digits. Being intimate with two complete strangers felt weird, but Fenzil chose not to resist, instead accepting the strange, new sensations as they came. Emboldened, he gave Ormz's musty taint a tentative lick, then dipped his tongue straight into his hole and was surprised by its mild taste. Before soon he was rimming the stout warrior eagerly, making wet, slurping noises with his hungry mouth. He had never had sex before, yet he was already eating out another male without inhibitions, a realization that unlocked something primal and frightening inside the depths of his mind. He was used to submitting to the will of others, but never had he enjoyed it like this.

Ormz shifted his weight, and shoved his balls into Fenzil's maw. "Go on, take a taste of these sperm makers... imagine how full of thick, creamy spooge they must be, doesn't that make you horny?", he said with a hoarse voice. Clearly Fenzil was getting at him too, based on the grunts and sighs the warrior made as his sensitive spot was getting probed.

Fenzil's cock twitched and squirted precum on his belly, but he was still denied a release. It was impossible to fit both of the heavy orbs into his mouth, but he tried his best as he licked and slurped on them like a rare treat. His nostrils were filled with Ormz's ball musk as they rested on his face, pressing on him with their dense weight like spheres of living marble. They had a slightly oval shape, rolled around easily in their taut, stretched out pouch, and tasted wonderfully salty from sweat. Only that thin skin separated Fenzil from that sublime flesh jam packed full of pearly semen, and he shivered from the display of sheer promiscuity that had been trusted into his care, for him to worship.

"How do you like my fat, juicy balls? Don't they make yours look pitiable?" Ormz grunted and smooshed them harder against Fenzil's face.

Fenzil made just a muffled sound, knowing that he was right. His pair was small and weak, unlike these giant orbs belonging to a virile stud, full of cum and ready for breeding. He wanted to submit to them, to be crushed under their weight and feel their load inside himself. Krikkit laughed at his tiny dick and how eagerly it twitched as he toyed with it, and savored his precum as he licked it off his fingers. He leaned in to kiss Fenzil's anus like another set of lips, and together the two of them teased and tormented the blue kobold mercilessly.

Eventually they were satisfied with their games and stepped off Fenzil, helped him up breathless and flustered, his dick needy and throbbing and his head swimming with desire. Krikkit got on all fours, lifted his rear end high up, and winked at Fenzil over his shoulder. Under his perky tail his hole gaped invitingly, pink and squishy, and he wagged his butt a little.

"Please cum into the tribe, tall boy", he said and bit his lip in anticipation.

Feeling lost Fenzil looked over to Ormz, but the warrior simply gave him a reassuring nod. As if in a dream Fenzil scooted closer to Krikkit's rear end, and hovered his hands over his ass before his instincts took over and he grasped him, gingerly at first but soon growing bolder. Ormz guided Fenzil's cock with his hand towards the warm entrance, and pushed his butt with the other ever so slowly until it slid in. It felt amazing, better than anything he had ever experienced on his own, the tight, muscular passage gripping and massaging his overstimulated member in the most pleasing way.

"Ooff, that really hits the spot... I love your tiny knotted cock!", Krikkit exhaled and started moving his hips back and forth, slowly picking up pace as he rode Fenzil's malehood.

Ormz took Fenzili by the shoulders and kissed the nape of his neck, moving downwards and giving him dry little pecks along his spine. His hands caressed Fenzil's sides and buttocks, groped his plump, fatty tail and lifted it up to reveal his pucker.

"Relax, it'll feel uncomfortable at first but then you'll start liking it...", Ormz growled into Fenzil's ear, and before the blue kobold could ask what he meant, he pressed the slimy tip of his thick fuck stick between his ass cheeks.

Fenzil inhaled sharply as the hot, throbbing member penetrated his tender pucker. Inch by inch it slid in into him, stretching him wider and feeling heavy against his insides. He had taken in his tail in his rectum before, but that was when he was still a dragon, and this new body was much smaller. From experience he knew that he needed to relax himself, and little by little he started to accept the stiff kobold rod being forced into his guts. It sunk in frighteningly deep, making squelching noises, and at the same time his own cock was pressed into huffing, panting Krikkit.

Fenzil realized that Ormz was up to the hilt in him when his balls touched his buttocks, impaling him almost up to his sternum and making his belly bulge out, but his pliable new body took in the massive insertion without any discomfort. Fenzil experienced only pleasant tightness in his rear end and persistent weight against his prostate as Ormz started grinding his shaft with a steady, rocking motion. Fenzil was fucked into Krikkit, who received him with pleased yelps, and the three of them soon found a steady rhythm together. The tangle of kobolds writhed and moaned in unison in the night and cast dancing shadows on the hut walls, the air was heavy with the smell of musk and sweat, and their hard cocks made wet, slick noises.

Fenzil was the first one to climax. He made a shrill little yelp and tensed up, then felt a gush of semen well up in his suddenly heavy balls and shoot out into Krikkit's juicy ass. His cock throbbed as he orgasmed with every splurt, putting out a load that would have put even his draconic self to shame. The others were quick to follow, both filling Fenzil with a warm flood of gooey semen and spattering the ground with fragrant pools of spent sex lust. Ormz came for minutes, breeding Fenzil and pumping more and more of cum into his newly found protégé. Fenzil could feel a sensation of wetness spreading through his guts and ballooning them out, before squirting out of his asshole and running over his balls in rivulets of seed. Eventually his torrent subsided, and he pulled out with an audible plop, letting an entire river of cum pour out of Fenzil's much abused hole. The three of them fell into an exhausted pile, their limbs and tails tangled up and coated with semen.

Ormz hugged and kissed the others, and pulled them close to him. Krikkit trailed his fingers idly on his chest, painting a trail of sperm on it before licking it off. Fenzil simply stared at the ceiling, breathing rapidly and absorbing all the new sensations and emotions that bubbled up in his mind, brought by the intense pleasure radiating from his bowels and the warmthness of the bodies of his newly found friends.

"Phew, that was fun", Ormz sounded winded when he spoke, "ready for round two?"

Fenzil stared at him wide eyed, but then closed his mouth and nodded emphatically.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)