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The next day Fenzil woke up to see Ormz hunched over him, grinning as if he was witnessing some private joke. Startled, the blue kobold tried to jump up, but Ormz put his hand on his shoulder and pressed him gently down.

"Took you long enough to wake up, you sleepyhead." He sounded amused and rested his elbows on his knees without a worry in the world.

"Shh, what if the dragon hears us!" Fenzil whispered harshly and looked around nervously.

"That big red boy?" Ormz motioned behind him with his hand, "He's being taken care of even as we speak. He won't be bothering us anytime soon."

"B-but how?" Fenzil frowned in disbelief and tested the chains around his wrists, trying to scoot up to a sitting position.

Ormz sniffed and studied his fingernails nonchalantly. "Wasn't easy, I can tell you that. We had to spy on him for a week before we could get a jump on him." He grinned at Fenzil. "But with me in the lead everything fell in place perfectly. Turns out that it helps a lot if you know a thing or two about dragons!"

Fenzil was not sure if this was a hidden jab at him so he did not want to carry on the conversation. He felt groggy and still sore from his rough handling at the hands of Ilmari, and soon realized that his body had kept changing while he slept. Being edged for hours and then bred with fertile dragon sperm had stimulated his growth, and his eyes widened when he saw his balls that had swollen enormously. Two melon sized mounds bulged out of his crotch, as smooth and shiny as ever, propping his small caged dick aside so it laid leaking on his belly. He could no longer close his legs as the huge ball sack forced them open, and he seriously doubted if he could even walk properly. He groaned and winced as he recognized the now familiar tightness thudding from them, but amplified tenfold by the increased mass of his hefty testicles.

"Speaking of which," Ormz said and stood over Fenzil, his feet firmly planted around him, "The Chieftain wants me to bring you back, but first we're going to have a chat, you and I."

"Ah, just unlock me. I'm not in the mood for games," Fenzil snarled, his patience unravelling from the week of sexual torment. Being timid suited better for people who were not as unbearably horny as he was right now.

"Frankly I never believed that you are a dragon. You're just trying to take advantage of the Chieftain some way." Ormz snorted and crossed his arms. "Just look at your dick. That pathetic thing is nothing compared to the big boy outside, it's nothing compared to even mine!" He reached under his loincloth and jiggled his sex right in front of Fenzil's face.

Fenzil shook his head. "I can assure you that I meant no harm-"

Ormz did not pause to listen, but instead crouched to tug Fenzil's chastity cage gooey from the constantly dribbling precum. "Look at this small thing, the size of my finger... everybody knows that dragons are huge, studly beasts. Nobody would ever mistake yours for one, admit that you're just a naughty, lying kobold!"

Fenzil blushed fiercely--he had always been embarrassed by the size of his penis, painfully aware how lacking he was compared to his peers--but then a sudden burst of anger welled up inside him.

"Speaking of dicks, you ran away and abandoned me to my fate!" He snapped with loud enough voice to surprise even himself.

"And now I've come back for you. In my reckoning that makes us even." Ormz said coolly.

Fenzil felt a pang of guilt, and piped down. "I don't know what to say that would convince you." He had woken up completely by now and fidgeted as the full brunt of sexual urgency between his legs started to creep into his mind.

Ormz shrugged. "You shouldn't be worried about convincing me, it's the Chieftain who will be upset when he eventually learns the truth."

"Couldn't you at least unlock me?"

"On second thought...." A mischievous smile crept on Ormz's face as he eyed Fenzil's bound form. "I could need some convincing to make me trust you again. I can't let loose a dangerous liar and a cheat, you see?"

His loincloth hung close to Fenzil's snout, and the blue kobold's excited senses had no trouble picking up the sweet, musky scent wafting from his malehood. Fenzil was angry and grateful at the same time, and increasingly, grudgingly aroused from the prospect of getting to bury his face in the warrior's crotch again.

"Bastard," Fenzil muttered as he leaned closer to sniff Ormz's bulge, and gave the strip of cloth a little tug with his teeth. It tasted dusty and unwashed, and carried the unmistakable tang of ball sweat.

"That makes two of us," Ormz replied and lifted aside his clothing to reveal the goods.

Ormz's balls were two emerald green jewels, plump and snug in their taut pouch. Although the weight of Fenzil's new massive orbs could have crushed them easily, Ormz's smelled much more masculine than his. They belonged to a veritable alpha, strong and confident in his position and oozing with his authoritative musk. Fenzil breathed in deeply their warm, leathery scent and shivered from excitement, from the desire to be bred by their owner. His anus twitched involuntarily as his heated body yearned to accept all of the virile sperm they held, and he had to suppress a little submissive squeak that seemed to rise from his chest on its own. His arms were still tied but his mouth was good enough for worship, so he approached the sweaty balls with the deference of a petitioner at an altar. His tongue moved across their smooth surface, feeling the dense firmness inside, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in its wake. After warming up to his task he dared to take one of the orbs in his maw, closed his jaws around it ever so tenderly and sucked it like a strange treat, rolling it around in his mouth. He was filled with their taste and weight, salty and definite proof of sheer masculinity.

Fenzil's tail snuck up Ormz's leg on its own, coiling around his thigh like a playful snake, but when it tried to creep between his buttocks the warrior slapped it away absentmindedly.

"Not by a long shot. You have to earn that privilege." He did not sound angry though, and moved his hand to pet Fenzil's head as he sniffed and slurped his sensitive privates.

Ormz shifted his weight and stepped lightly on Fenzil's swollen balls, his heel testing how taut yet elastic they were, his toes brushing against the blue kobold's caged dick. Fenzil purred in pleasure, and doubled his efforts to swallow all of Ormz's malehood in the sloppy embrace of his maw. However, he could not fit both of the large orbs in his mouth without choking, and had to give up leaving behind a thick strand of saliva connecting his snout to the round pair.

"I love you," he said with a husky voice, and nuzzled the insides of the warrior's thighs.

Ormz made a noncommittal grunt and shoved Fenzil's face again into his crotch, and started grinding against it. His sheath and hardening cock slid back and forth on Fenzil's snout and the ridge of his brow, prodding against his cheeks and receiving several eager kisses from the blue kobold's lips. Fenzil was getting marked by the warrior's cock musk, by the little dabs of hot precum on his face, and he started to feel an orgasm building up inside his well teased loins. Ormz's feet massaged his crotch ever more insistently as his erection grew hard and throbbing, and for a while the dark cave was filled only with the wet, slick sounds of two bodies tangled up in arousal.

Eventually Ormz climaxed and shot his load on Fenzil's face, coating him with his hot kobold semen. It was thick and gooey broth, its fragrance lighter than Ilmari's heady dragon cum, but just as masculine as the larger male's had been. Fenzil felt a dry throb at the base of his cock as his aching balls tried to relieve themselves, but his glue-like sperm refused to budge. He stayed at the edge of the orgasm, like a sneeze that failed to burst out, as the aching pressure inside him shifted and lurched in his convulsing pelvis. At last something gave and he felt slow, stretching sensation within his urethra as his semen started to flow, dribbling out of his flaccid cock and pushing into his bladder at the same time. It was like peeing in himself, leaving him feeling turgid and unfulfilled, a weak, ruined excuse instead of an explosive release of bliss.

"Oof," Ormz sighed and wiped Fenzil's face clean with the back of his hand. "I guess you're not that bad after all." He took out a set of keys belonging to Ilmari and unlocked Fenzil's manacles, then helped him stand up on his wobbly feet. "Truth to be told, I was pissed at you... But also pissed at myself, for not being able to do anything when you got captured. Swore an oath not to cum until you're free again." He chuckled and shook his head. "Krikkit didn't like that one bit! But I'm glad that's settled now..."

"What about the chastity cage?" Fenzil pointed at the dirty metal lock around his much suffering sheath.

Ormz shrugged. "That's up to the Chieftain. He might need some leverage to make you talk."

Fenzil stretched out and tried taking some tentative steps, only to find that his massive pair made walking difficult. Ormz ducked under Fenzil's armpit and propped him up against himself.

"What you say, are we even now?"

"We'll see about that," Fenzil said quietly with a hint of sourness. "Help me out of here."

The two of them trudged out of Fenzil's prison and into the dragon's cave proper in uneasy silence.

--

When they reached the forge area Fenzil was surprised to see Ilmari there, helpless and pinned to the floor. The chains that he wore proudly were now being used against him, wrapped tightly around his neck and limbs, hammered fast to the ground with metal spikes. He was laying on his back snarling and snapping at a whole group of kobolds that were attending to him, crawling over his body and taking liberties with his private parts. Ilmari was shamelessly erect, his long, thick dragonhood jutting out proudly from his slit, and it was attended by several kobolds stroking and licking it cheerily. They were slathering its entire length with the fertility paste, all the way from its veiny base to its precum dripping tip, and even fingering his urethral opening to get more of it in him. At the same time others were toying with his anus to keep him titillated and always on the edge of an orgasm. The kobolds had found a golden circlet and had shoved it inside him to make his asshole gape, exposing his pink, musty folds for anyone to see. They had open access to the dragon's internals testicles embedded near the base of his tail and the hard knot of his prostate, which they took turns massaging, using spit and more fertility paste as lubricant.

As Fenzil and Ormz watched Ilmari roared and climaxed, shooting his copious load on his belly and chest. Immediately one of the kobolds climbed on top of him to roll around in his warm spooge, to rub it on himself and lap up handfuls of the slimy sperm goo. The dragon was not given even a moment of respite, but was already being stimulated for the next peak despite the angry growls he kept making. The smell of dragon seed hung thick in the cavern already, and it was easy to see that before the kobolds were done Ilmari would be caked in a thick layer of his own seed. Some of his tenders had decided to hasten the process by adding their own cumshots in the gooey mess dripping from the dragon, on his exposed crotch and belly, his spreadeagled legs, and even his proud face.

Ormz turned to address Fenzil, who just stood there and stared, and sounded downright smug.

"We caught him completely unaware while he was sleeping. The haughty fool thought that he was too good to expect any kind of intruder in his lair. That's why it took us a week to look for his alarms--we thought that they were unusually well hidden, but there weren't any!"

"What are you going to do with him? You realize that once he gets free he's going to tear you and your entire tribe apart for this humiliation!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Ormz scratched his jaw, "The big boy was keen to get his hands on our fertility magic, so we decided to be nice and give him a good helping of the stuff. We're going to keep him locked up for a day or two, and once he has felt its effects really kicking in he's going to be much more eager to negotiate with us."

His hand reached down and weighed Fenzil's jiggling pair of balls.

"You have first hand knowledge on how addictive being well hung is... and the Chieftain is the only one who knows how to make more." He gave a toothy grin to Fenzil and snorted. "Turns out that the fastest way to a beast's heart is through his cock!"

Fenzil laughed spontaneously at the sheer audacity on display, but could not argue with the point Ormz was making. Over the short period of time as a kobold he had changed a lot, both physically and even more mentally. He had experienced things he had not even imagined before, and it had awoken new emotions milling about in his chest. Not all of them were positive, but each and every one had been exciting.

"Let's go. I don't want to keep your chieftain waiting." Fenzil was not sure if Ilmari had noticed him in the throes of the pleasures he was made to suffer, but he did not intend to wait to find out.

--

Their journey to the kobold village was slow if uneventful. The kobolds had to fashion a litter to carry Fenzil first out of the crags and then through the forest, for his swollen physiology prevented him from scaling large obstacles or crossing deep crevasses. At first being carried around like an invalid made him feel awkward, but his helpers were in good mood and clearly awed by the size of his sex, so eventually he eased back and started even enjoying being treated like a tiny celebrity.

As the sun was setting they arrived where the Redfoot tribe made its home. In a bygone era a steep hillside had become the final resting place of some colossal beast, and now its fossilized ribs jutted out of the ground like a fence made of bones. Under their cool shade the kobolds had built their village of small wooden huts in two concentric circles, lifted on stilt legs and much sturdier than the tents Fenzil had seen earlier in their hunting camp. There were signs of industry all around the village, from kilns for pottery and smelting metal tended by craftsmen to large mortars used by tribeswomen to pound root vegetables into a nutritious paste, but as Ormz's group arrived everyone seemed to drop what they were doing and gather around to welcome them.

The tribesfolk were very interested in Fenzil and his overgrown testicles, and both men and females wanted to touch him claiming that they must be a sign of good luck. Fenzil was left laying on his stretcher with his legs spread open while dozens of strangers petted his privates, rubbing his ball sack and wondering how tiny his cock looked in relation to them. Their smiles started to turn into snickers as they joked among themselves about how small he was where it mattered, and Fenzil blushed as he became increasingly self conscious about the size of his malehood. However, the throng of kobolds around him was now too dense for him to make his way out of there, and Ormz was nowhere in sight, so he could only endure being made a spectacle for their amusement.

Then suddenly Krikkit popped out between the kobolds, and ran out to nuzzle his snout.

"Thank goodness you're safe!" He squeaked and covered Fenzil's face with kisses. "I was so worried about you!"

Fenzil was surprised and even taken aback by the fierceness of the small kobold's affection, but it felt like huge weight had rolled off his chest.

"You're not angry at me? About not being... who I claimed to be?"

"Of course not! I like Fenzil, and you're you even if you were different!"

Fenzil was relieved to see at least one friendly face, and pulled Kirkkit close for a hug. He scratched the small kobold's back and was rewarded with happy yips, but soon Krikkit's attention wandered to Fenzil's crotch.

"Ooh, I'd love to take those for a ride," He eyed Fenzil's pair hungrily, and dipped close to sniff his cock slime coated sheath. "Phew, such a strong musk from so small a cock! We need to get you cleaned up properly before you're presented to the Chieftain, otherwise you're going to make him wrinkle his nostrils!"

"Uh, are you sure? I heard that he didn't want me uncaged before deciding what to do with me..."

"Pfft, I bet that the guy just wants first dibs at your lovely smelly cock," Krikkit leered and stuck his tongue out, "I'm not going to waste this treat on that horny old goat!"

He started fiddling with the chastity cage, swaying his butt and muttering 'naughty' under his breath as he worked, his nimble fingers tugging at it like curious little weasels. It did not take him long to unlock it with a piece of bent metal, and as the gathered audience watched he tossed it aside and sat on Fenzil's lap. Krikkit licked his lips as he pulled back Fenzil's sheath slowly. It made a sticky, ripe sound as his smooshed cock slid out like a slimy slug, and released a barrage of pure, concentrated cock musk. It had been left unwashed for over a week, soaking in precum and piss, until its acrid reek had congealed into grime that coated its entire length. Krikkit closed his eyes and enjoyed the mouth watering smell before slowly wrapping his tongue around it. He moaned and huffed as started bobbing his head up and down, seemingly having no trouble accepting Fenzil's intense musk. He slurped the small member as if drinking from a straw, drinking deeply its flavors, explored the insides of Fenzil's sheath with his tongue and fingers, and slurped up all of it. Fenzil kept squirting out fresh precum for his thirsty friend, but just as his cock started to wake up after its long confinement Krikkit pulled back, patted his belly and burped.

"Mmh, I'm already half filled and I haven't gotten to even taste your seed yet..." His eyes glittered from sheer excitement, and he smacked his lips. "And my tongue burns like after a spicy meal, you're making me really horny right now..."

Before Fenzil could reply a waving stick parted the crowd, and the Chieftain appeared looking slightly winded as if he had ran the distance.

"I came as soon as I heard of your rescue from Ormz, dear Fenzil!" He saw Krikkit and the looks the tribesfolk gave at Fenzil, and frowned at them. "What are you doing with our honored guest? Get lost, I do not want your uncouth manners ruining his impression of our tribe. Shoo, we have important business to attend to!"

Krikkit rolled his eyes but got up, but as he was about to leave he winked at Fenzil and patted his own rump, mouthing 'later' to him. He bent over to pick up the chastity cage from the ground, giving Fenzil a shameless view of the underside of his tail, and then scurried away laughing and whooping. Chastised, the crowd dispersed leaving the Chieftain to help Fenzil to stand.

The old kobold fixed a steely gaze on Fenzil. "We have very important business to attend to, in fact."

"On that I agree." To his surprise Fenzil had no trouble meeting the Chieftain's eyes, and in the end it was the older kobold who had to break the contact. What was left unsaid lingered between them while he was escorted to the Chieftain's hut.

--

The Chieftain's hut felt homely to Fenzil, for all the herbs and dried mushrooms hanging from the rafters and the lazy bubbling sound of a cauldron on low heat reminded him of his lovely house. Large earthenware jars held oils and unguents, adding to the spicy, earthy aromas filling the air. Dim light filtered through cracks in the wooden walls, adding to the warm glow from a clay hearth in one corner of the room. Fenzil sipped his tea and felt at ease for the first time in ages.

"Welcome to my humble abode," The Chieftain said with a hint of pride in his voice, "You'll find it well stocked if not as fancy as what you have been used to, Fenzil--or should I say... The Brewmaster?"

"Huh?" Fenzil's mug stopped in mid motion.

"Oh come on, is it not obvious?" The Chieftain chuckled, "I crafted a potion of great magic, and then hired that adventurer to deliver it to gain your attention, and a couple days later a strange kobold finds his way to us. And when you let it slip to Ormz that you are indeed a dragon... Well, it does not take a genius to put one and one together."

"But I'm not-"

"Tch, there is no use denying it. I can read you like an open book, Brewmaster of the Dragon Clan!" The Chieftain shook his head in mild disapproval.

"No I mean I'm a dragon but not the Brewmaster. I'm his student."

"Huh?" The Chieftain stopped in mid gloating.

"He thought that some kobold made potion was not worth his time, so he tasked me with figuring it out."

"Oh." The old kobold looked crestfallen.

"I'm sorry that he's such a disappointment?" Fenzil tried to console him.

"Well. Huh. This is quite awkward. I was prepared for shrewd negotiations and haggling with him for the antidote. Now what we're going to do?"

"You could start by apologizing for letting me become kidnapped." Fenzil crossed his arms.

"Ahh yes that unpleasantness... I can assure you that it was not part of the plan, and I deeply regret that you had experience that. But at least that turned out well, right?"

"Also, you need my help with dealing with Ilmari." Fenzil took another sip, and looked at the Chieftain over the mug's rim. "I've had a lot of time to think about things. He'll respect another dragon more than a lowly kobold, especially one from a family like mine."

"Haa, true... but you'd have to be turned back to your dragonic shape for that..." Chieftain mused.

Fenzil nodded and waited.

"Very well, but in exchange I demand that you stay and become the potion maker of our tribe!"

"...No."

"What do you mean, 'no'?" The Chieftain was taken aback by the firmness of Fenzil's reply.

"It means that I still have much to learn about this world, to travel around and experience things with my family and friends. I don't want to be tied to this place, at least not yet. You have to find someone else." The Chieftain just sat silently weighing his options, so Fenzil kept talking. "But, if I was made the ambassador between your tribe and my people then I'd have a reason to visit you on a regular basis..."

"You would negotiate an alliance between our people?" The Chieftain's expression lit up. "That would be wonderful news! You know how it is to live as a kobold, and can explain it to others dragons, and you're close to the Brewmaster to boot!" Suddenly he grew wary, his initial enthusiasm having being consumed by his cynicism. "But how do I know I can trust you to keep your end of the bargain? You dragons are shrewd and capricious lot, what stops you from just flying away never to return?"

Fenzil stopped to think. What indeed would stop him from leaving the village the instant he was turned back and return to his old self and cozy, if uneventful life? He closed his eyes, looked back upon his experiences, and smirked.

"Well... I have two demands, and if you meet those then I'll be more than happy to help you out."

Fenzil told the elder what he wanted, and upon hearing his terms he was quick to nod his head. They finished their tea and tapped the empty cups together in a sign of agreement.

--

Fenzil was surprised to see Ormz waiting outside the Chieftain's hut when he got out. The kobold was leaning on one of the hut's legs, arms crossed, but snapped to attention when he saw Fenzil.

"I take it that everything went well? I'm glad that the Chieftain let you stay. Krikkit is really happy about your return, and talks about nothing else."

Fenzil sighed deeply. He had made up his mind earlier in the hut, but his feelings were still conflicted, and filled him with apprehension. He was certain about very few things, especially the ones that he thought to be true.

"I thought you had already decided that I'm not a bad guy?" He frowned slightly and looked puzzled.

Ormz shrugged. "Sure, but the Chieftain is much wiser than I."

"So you like me after all?"

"I never stopped liking you. I'm responsible for the tribe's safety and you sounded really suspicious, but I honestly wished that I was wrong about that."

Hearing that made Fenzil feel better, and the remains of his anger started to melt. There were still butterflies in his belly, but at least they were now dancing instead of gnawing at him.

"Well... I like you too!" He yelped, and then moved closer. "And I'd like to go back being friends again if you'd want to?"

"As far as I'm concerned we already are." Ormz stepped up and hugged Fenzil. It was the best thing he had felt the entire week.

--

The entire tribe had gathered around a grand bonfire to watch as the Chieftain presented Fenzil the Peacemaker to them and heaped praises on him. The flames blazed in bright green colors as ceremonial bones were tossed into it, raising to the heights of the night and giving the gathering an unearthly aura. In its glow Fenzil heard that he was a renegade dragon in disguise who would champion the tribe's cause among his kind, and when he stepped up he was greeted with wild cheering and stomping of feet. He raised his arms until the crowd quieted down, and after a dramatic pause he took a swig from a small vial the Chieftain had handed him, hoping that they would not notice how much his hand trembled.

Unlike the transformation potion the effect of the antidote was immediate. Fenzil's body convulsed and billowed, his flesh expanding into its original shape like a deflated beach toy being blown full of air. He drew breath and roared as he felt how he gained mass and size, his limbs twisting back into quadruped formation, wings sprouting from his back, and tail lengthening and shooting out like a party streamer. The crowd gasped and some of them scattered in fright, but Fenzil felt only relief as he filled out the familiar body plan, inviting and comfortable like a foot bath after a long day's work. His entire being tingled as if waking up after having gone wooden, and he rolled around on the ground arched blissfully like a cat stretching out. After a moment he rose up, heart pounding as if he had finished a race, his muscles glowing with warm, spent energy, and shook himself from head to tail tip, wiggling his butt and making a languid rumbling purr. He towered over the kobolds now but paid little attention to them while he checked himself out, and was happy to see that he was exactly like before, down to the birthmarks and little scars that had marked him with their memories. The only thing that had persisted from his previous shape was the dull ache of his testicles, a sense of pressure welling up from near the base of his tail. He was acutely aware of the size and weight of those bowling ball sized knots of arousal inside him, still overgrown and throbbing--but not for long if he had his way.

The chieftain had been surprised by the rapid effects of the antidote, and had fallen on his butt while witnessing the spectacle that was Fenzil. Suddenly the large blue dragon turned around to loom over him, and the old kobold instinctively shielded himself with his arms and covered before the beast. However, Fenzil reached down and nuzzled him affectionately, and picked him up on his feet by the scruff of his neck. He gave him a light bump with his snout and winked his eye as a reminder of his first request, then turned to address the crowd with his pleasant baritone.

"I would like to make an announcement," He scanned the crowd until he spotted Ormz and Krikkit on the front row and nodded at them, "To seal our alliance I would like to take a mate from the tribe. What do you say, Ormz the warrior and Krikkit the companion?"

"Ehh, this one alone is quite a lot to handle already...." Ormz walked forwards with his hands around Krikkit and grinned exceptionally insolently. He gave Fenzil an appreciative look like a man evaluating a steed, not a ferocious beast. Krikkit was slower on the uptake and just made little pleading noises towards Ormz. "Come on, I want to keep him, pretty please okay?"

"Ormz, I know that we've had our differences." Fenzil purred and leaned close to sniff the two of them. "But I have enjoyed the company of you both quite a lot while transformed, and I hope that you find my true dragonic form just as... pleasing."

Ormz pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows as his gaze wandered over Fenzil's thick hips and smooth scales. "I've seen worse." He scratched his chin. "I guess having a dragon as a second mate would be fitting for Ormz the Dragonslayer."

Fenzil chuckled when he heard the warrior's new name, and gave him a lick with his long, wet tongue. "You have been busy with hogging glory, I see."

"By my count you're the second dragon I've conquered by now." He petted Fenzil between his nostrils, while Krikkit hugged his entire head. The small kobold's arms barely reached around the dragon, but he squealed from delight for gaining such a big playmate.

"I'd like to have the mating ritual right here in front of everyone, if you'd be up for it," Krikkit asked.

"That's what they want to witness. Besides, this Fenzil doesn't fit in my hut anymore," Ormz chuckled like a proud owner and slapped the dragon's rump.

Fenzil bit his lip. The suggestion of performing while the entire tribe was watching should have embarrassed him, but the naughtiness of it only made him hornier, and the prospect of others being turned on by his love making felt right. However, there was still one hurdle left.

"Don't you feel at least a little bit sorry for doubting me earlier?" Fenzil bumped Ormz playfully with his butt, which was still enough to send him sprawling on his back.

"You haven't proven anything yet, you'd need to show me your dick first." Ormz looked up from the ground confidently, as if he was resting on an easy chair and not facing a huge beast ten times his size.

"Make me," Fenzil purred.

"If you insist," Ormz grinned.

Fenzil flopped to his side by the bonfire, giving everyone a good look of his smooth underside, and waited idly for the kobolds to approach, but the tip of his tail flipping back and forth betrayed his excitement. Ormz sat on top of his long, slender neck and took hold of his jawline, and the dragon parted his lips to accept a kiss from the smaller male. Their mouths locked together in a passionate embrace, Fenzil's tongue coiling around Ormz's and making it way deeper into his maw, and they made muffled, smacking noises as they tasted each other. Krikkit licked the corners of Fenzil's mouth and then pushed Ormz aside with his busy nose, but before Fenzil could draw breath the small kobold clamped his entire maw around the tip of his snout and started kissing and licking it. Fenzil did not resist as breath was sucked out of his nostrils but leaned back and let his second mate have his way with him.

Eventually Ormz rescued him and moved Krikkit gently aside. Fenzil laid back panting, gathering his breath and looked lovingly at the two kobolds standing over him.

"I would like to... I would like to be marked by your scent," he said blushing. The last time he had gone through it with Ormz he had resisted, but now the shared intimacy aroused him, and he could feel his cock starting to harden simply from thinking about it.

Ormz nodded and pulled Fenzil's face against his crotch, and slipped his entire sheath into his mouth. Fenzil made tentative licks with his tongue, and soon Ormz made a deep, satisfied sigh and let out the first squirt of urine. It hit the roof of the dragon's mouth, salty and sour, and trickled down into his throat like a first sip of warm drink. Fenzil gulped it down to avoid choking on it, shocked by how readily he had swallowed someone else's waste, but there was no going back now. Ormz grunted and let loose a golden stream into the dragon with a steady hissing sound. Krikkit had taken a position at Fenzil's rear and aimed an arc of kobold piss at his genital slit and anus, bathing them in the water that he expelled from his body.

The green kobold seemed to have a bladder of a race horse, and as Fenzil kept swallowing his belly slowly filled up to a pleasant tautness. The sharp aroma lingered in his nostrils and on his tongue, and whatever inhibitions he had melted away under Ormz's torrent gushing down his throat. He was washed with the scent of his mates and he accepted it willingly, he wanted that watery caress inside and outside of his body and to consume it with his entire being. He was a container meant for storing that rare essence, to be filled with it and hold it in until it permeated every inch of his body. He wanted to smell of piss, to taste of piss, to have his gut bulge with the sour nectar and then some more.

When Ormz let him go Fenzil sighed contentedly and rolled around on his back like a pet in heat, and patted his full belly. All around them tribesfolk were following their lead, tossing aside their clothing men and female alike, and grouping up to have wet, messy sex together. Ormz looked behind his back and saw Fenzil's malehood sprouting from his slit, still dripping wet with Krikkit's piss. He scooted to sit on the dragon's crotch, where Krikkit was already nuzzling and licking Fenzil's the smelly cock. Ormz pressed the erect members together to measure them, grinding his against the knot at the middle of Fenzil's ever so slowly. Even though Fenzil was several times larger than Ormz, the kobold's malehoood still put his to shame.

"Ha! Look at this," Ormz said triumphantly, "I did not know that dragons came in so small sizes. You're smaller than a kobold!"

Ormz's laughter made Fenzil's cheeks burn, but the week's worth of pent up sexual frustration overrode any shame he felt, and he squirmed and rolled under his grasp, making thrusting motions with his hips and little whining noises with his mouth.

"I think he wants something hard really badly," Krikkit said with fake coyness and fingered Fenzil's musty pucker, stretching its lips apart and spitting a big glob of saliva inside.

Ormz joined him and inserted first his fingers, then his entire fist in the dragon's tight anus. Fenzil had been fucked only in his kobold form, but he had experience with anal play so the hard knuckles squeezing through his rear end was not an entirely new sensation. He laid on his back trying to relax as well as he could, only his hips twitching as Ormz squeezed his arm deeper into his guts. His cock squirted precum and throbbed precariously close to climaxing, and when the kobold reached deep enough to grope his swollen testicles he started shaking uncontrollably, teetering right on the edge of pleasure. His testes felt as dense as marble, two heavy orbs pressing against the lining of his gut wall, grinding against each other like steel bearings as Ormz massaged them with deliberate strokes. Krikkit kept lubricating his distended anus with his saliva, licking the arm in his ass and giving its pulsing muscles little loving nibbles. The smell of ass musk and piss in the air was overpowering, as was the lust Fenzil felt as he offered his most sensitive part to Ormz to be handled as roughly as he wanted.

"These belong to me now, and no one else," Ormz said as he dug his fingers into Fenzil's sperm producers, and that was enough to send him over the edge.

The dragon growled and came, shooting a long jet of cum high in the air, spurting again and again like a fountain as a week's worth of built up semen was finally expelled in an explosive release. The crowd enjoyed the spectacle of a full grown dragon messing himself with his copious, gooey load, twitching and trembling as the signals ecstasy coursed through his body and overloaded his brain, and the haze of lust over the orgy intensified. The kobolds were breeding each other in every eager hole with stiff cocks and musty balls, writhing together in a mess of entangled bodies and moans.

After he was done Fenzil lounged on his back, sweaty and only half conscious, but Ormz did not let him rest for long. He climbed on top of his body and started to stroke his still erect, cum coated dick. Semen squelched between the kobold's fingers as he collected it in his hands and reached to smear it under his own tail.

"I think you've earned this, my mate."

He spoke with a new kind of arousal in his voice, hasty and breathless from lust, traits that the usually steadfast warrior had not displayed before. He was getting turned on by something he had not done before, and as Fenzil watched with half closed eyes, Ormz started to descend on his cock, guiding it in his tight asshole. The kobold hissed and gasped as it stretched him out, but only the bulge at the middle gave him any trouble. He clasped his legs around the dragon's wide hips, and slowly pushed the entirety of the throbbing fuck stick in his rear end with a wet, slick sound. Cum gushed out as he bucked tentatively on Fenzil's cock, but the kobold seemed secure of his position.

"See? Nothing to it," He panted, "You're easier to handle than Krikkit, didn't even break a sweat!"

Krikkit had moved to dancing around Fenzil's head, swaying his hips seductively and grinding his crotch against Fenzil's face. The small kobold shivered from pleasure as he felt hot air puffing from the dragon's nostrils on his erect cock, and the roughness of his armored scales tickling his balls. He wrapped his slender legs around his snout as he gyrated and rode the prone beast in a bizarre, sensual lap dance.

Ormz slammed his ass on Fenzil's dick harder this time, massaging it even as he was keeping it captive. His rocking picked up pace and his words become shallower as his own lust welled up from bouncing on the fierce intruder deep in his rectum. Fenzil's bulge hit Ormz's sweet spot perfectly with every thrust, and his tip made a small bump on the kobold's lower belly that Ormz liked to massage with his fingers.

"Mmmh, you're such a good, submissive boy... even your small dick is too good for someone so easily dominated... "

Fenzil nodded and pleaded 'yes' between gasps and moans of pleasure.

"Such a pathetic excuse for a dragon... I'm going to take even this tiny thing away from you... trapped inside me, your dick belongs to me now!"

The kobold's tightness around his aching member kept it erect, and when Ormz clenched his buttocks to put even more pressure on the dragon's throbbing malehood, he could not bear it any longer. Fenzil came with force again, shooting his built up load in Ormz's hot guts in several long spurts, the knot on his cock trapping the flood inside. Like Ilmari, Fenzil had no trouble filling up the kobold, making his belly bulge from the sheer amount of cum he could produce. Despite his timidness Fenzil was a young, virile dragon, and the treatment he had undergone had multiplied his prowess severalfold, which everyone was now invited to witness. Ormz kneaded Fenzil's pulsing cock tip through his belly and came hard, painting the dragon's chest with his thick, glistening seed. Finally both of them were spent and panted breathlessly, and Ormz detached with an audible plop and a gush of semen from his rear end.

"My turn now!" Krikkit yelped, and tugged Fenzil to rise. The small kobold got on all fours and lifted his tail invitingly. "Breed me until my belly's full too, my mate..." He winked and stuck out his tongue in a cheery fashion, but even then he could not hide the deep arousal in his voice too.

Fenzil did not need further convincing and got up to assume position over Krikkit with his slimy, glistening dick swinging between his legs. With a little help from Ormz it found its target, and slid into the waiting kobold. Krikkit purred and arched his back to allow the dragon's might to penetrate him fully, making wet, sloppy noises as it started to churn his guts in earnest. Ormz got behind Fenzil and mounted him again, pushing his still rock hard erection into the dragon's much abused asshole, and soon all three settled into a steady rhythm of fucking. Ormz's meaty cock fet almost as big as his arm, and it pounded against Fenzil balls with every thrust, shaking and teasing his taut orbs. Krikkit bit his lip and pushed with his hips eagerly into Fenzil's thrusting malehood, wanting to take in as much as he could and getting hornier as he imagined how his insides soon would be washed with a torrent of dragonic seminal fluid.

Krikkit was the first one to orgasm, spilling his seed on the sandy ground and making a growing puddle under himself. Fenzil and Ormz soon followed, shooting their loads in warm, inviting holes, the dragon pumping semen endlessly into the small kobold while Ormz kept fucking him slowly with his softening cock. Eventually they collapsed into an exhausted pile, coated in sweat, cum, and ass slime. The stench of musky slits and dripping cocks lingered around them as they kissed and hugged each other, and all around them the sounds of fucking continued long into the night.

"I love you," Fenzil said as he nudged Ormz's and Krikkit's bellies, both still distended with his seed.

"What do you say," Ormz looked at Krikkit, "Do you want to keep our pet dragon?"

"Oh yes please!" He replied with glimmering eyes, "He's absolutely the best!"

"Very well then. Fenzil, Krikkit has given me his approval. Will you become my second mate and share your life with us, in all the ups and downs of fame and fortune?"

Fenzil nodded emphatically. "With all my heart, yes!"

Krikkit squealed in delight and hugged his neck, pulling it tightly against his chest. "Just promise to be nice to Ormz, he's a big softie that needs lots of hugs and love."

Ormz laughed and bopped his shoulder, but there was genuine relief in his gaze as he looked deeply into Fenzil's eyes. "Welcome to the family, my mate."

Fenzil did not need to say anything, as he pulled the kobolds in his embrace and closed his wings around them.

--

The next morning Fenzil stood at the edge of the clearing and waited for the Chieftain to arrive. The sun was merely a glow painting the eastern sky pink, a promise to drive away the briskness of the nocturnal chill. Dewdrops gathered on stalks of grass and gave the world a fresh smell, and here and there birds woke up their songs. The entire kobold village was still asleep, tired by their celebration, but the dragon wanted to leave early. Fenzil hated long goodbyes, and had simply kissed his sleeping mates as a promise to return.

"There you are," The Chieftain shuffled through the grass leaving a path of moist footsteps, "Are you ready for your journey?"

Fenzil went through the saddlebags on his back one last time. "Yes. I'll meet with the elders of my town today, and bring them your offer of peace and sharing of knowledge. I will let them think about it for a couple days, and then return with my big sister to deal with Ilmari." He suppressed a slight shudder. "She's quite willful."

"Oh, was it tough growing up with her?"

"She's not good listener but a great negotiator, especially if you do what she says." Fenzil looked slightly annoyed and wanted to change the subject. "The second favor that I asked, do you have it?"

The Chieftain took out a small vial of reddish liquid. "I have made a new batch of the fertility paste, distilled it into a liquid like you asked." He put it into Fenzil's hands and closed his fingers around it reverently. "It is quite potent, so be careful with it. One drop is enough to induce the growth effects, two drops would make you constantly horny for a week. I wouldn't use more than three drops at a time."

Fenzil thanked him, then said his goodbyes and turned to leave. He shook his body and felt as nervous as when he had tried flying for the first time, but it passed just as soon as he spread his wings and tensed his hind legs. The habits of a lifetime took over and he sprung into air gracefully, picking up wind under himself and propelling himself ever higher with every beat of his mighty wings. The ground fell behind as he soared, swooping through the bright air and into the horizon. The kobold village below looked tiny like a sandbox playset, but its memory was as large as ever in Fenzil's heart. He wanted to return before even leaving properly, and that was how he knew he had found love. With light thoughts Fenzil whooped and raced the sun rising behind him.

--

"Extraordinary, absolutely extraordinary tale!" The Brewmaster paused to give his spectacles for his manservant gryphon to shine, then placed them back on his snout.

"True, my experience was quite an ordeal and even though it had a happy ending, I cannot but wish that in the future you'd take more interest in helping out your apprentices, sir." Fenzil was not usually one to criticize his superiors but bringing their two people together had given him confidence, and he was still upset how the Brewmaster had treated him.

"Yes, yes, that too," The Brewmaster swept aside the stray words that he had heard, "But to think that the savages are capable of such advanced craft! That is simply amazing Fenzil my boy, simply amazing!" He paused to muse. "This will fit nicely in the book of history of the races that I'm writing, quite nicely indeed..."

Frustrated, Fenzil exchanged a look with the gryphon, who gave him a flat stare and simply shrugged.

"Pontus, you may go. I wish to exchange some words in private with young Fenzil here," The Brewmaster addressed his servant, and once the gryphon had shut the door the black dragon leaned over his desk to speak with uncharacteristic softness.

"Do tell, Fenzil, when you were with the tribals did you procure a sample of this fertility drug?"

Fenzil sat and stared at the Brewmaster, but when it became obvious that no apology was forthcoming he nodded to himself. "Yes sir I did!" Fenzil beamed and set the reddish vial on the desk.

The Brewmaster picked up and squinted at it. "It doesn't look like much."

"Well, as they say sir, looks aren't the only thing that can be deceiving."

"How do you use it?"

"Oh no, no, why would you need to know that, sir? Someone as big and important as you wouldn't need to concern himself with trifles like these."

"Of course, or course... I'm speaking purely out of curiosity."

"You are a large and virile dragon in his prime, sir, adored and envied by many. A male of your caliber couldn't possibly need a... performance enhancing potion like this." Fenzil shook his head, smiling beatifically, and was about to take back the vial when the Brewmaster pulled it towards his end of the table.

"Just humor me Fenzil dear. It is a matter of scientific inquiry." He started to sound annoyed.

"Oh. Well, I absolutely do not recommend using it it, the side effects are rather-"

"Yes yes I heard get on with it," The Brewmaster frowned and motioned him to hurry.

"I am not an expert like you are, sir, but I haphazard a guess that a gentleman of your size and girth... hypothetically speaking, of course-"

"Of course."

"Hypothetically speaking, would drink an entire bottle, sir." Fenzil smiled with the innocence of a newborn angel and steepled his fingers in his lap.

"Hmph, I don't know if that'll be enough, I am quite an extraordinary specimen of dragonhood after all..." The Brewmaster looked at the vial in his fingers like a cheap trinket. "Anyhow! You must have a hundred errands to run, don't let me keep you from them. Off you go Fenzil, and keep up the good work. See what other marvels you can find among the savages!"

With that Fenzil was dismissed, and he walked out of the guildhall with a jaunty step and almost feeling a little bit of guilt. The Brewmaster was correct in that he indeed had a lot of meetings to arrange and people to convince, but for the moment being he was content to sit by the town square and watch people milling about in their daily business. He had traveled far and had became a stranger, and weirdly enough that made him feel that for the first time in his life he belonged somewhere. He had lived as an outsider because he had been afraid; now he would live as an outsider because he had been brave enough to choose that role.

Fenzil flexed and enjoyed the sun. His balls felt tense, his cock was leaking, and he felt ready to take on the world.