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A Kobold's Dream 4

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By Draconicon

Kata spent the rest of the day and the night grinding down on the Milker, using it to tease himself and educate himself. More than once, he ended up fainting from the sheer level of stimulation that the creature offered him, and there were times when the temptation to merely lie there and allow it to work was almost overwhelming. After all, the whole purpose of the Milker was to drain a male as thoroughly as possible, and its venom and its skill at the task did make it uniquely qualified as a lover.

But the blue kobold persevered, pushing himself to the edge of endurance to make sure that he didn't entirely give in. Even when he fainted, he threw himself sideways, dragging himself out of the Milker's reach so that there was still something left of him when he woke up again. Every time that the creature pushed him to the edge of his stamina, he managed to ensure that he did one smart thing before he lost it.

And as a result, when morning came, he still had a hint of his balls left. Not much, for he had been drained of almost everything, but a hint of it. The blue-scaled kobold groaned, dragging himself upright, feeling the three large tendrils in his ass ticking at his prostate, teasing his pleasure button almost continuously.

The day before, that would have knocked him flat, left him gasping and offering his ass to the underground monster without a second thought. His rim gaped, yes, but there was a feeling of pleasure around the stretched scales and flesh, begging for the touch of someone else, the gentle rubs of attention that he so craved to keep his mind focused.

Yet, he had become more...accustomed to the pleasure. Somewhat, at least. Enough to take that step away rather than remain where he was. He wobbled on wet toes, barely holding himself upright with all the pre-cum oozing from his cock slit down his legs. Kata loved the feeling of need down there, but at the same time, he had his priorities. He had...

He had his goals.

He had to be better, and the gnolls had bested him. He needed to best them today, or he would have to go back to the city and beg to start over.

They wanted me, enjoyed me, Kata reminded himself. They'll want it again if they can get it.

At least, that was what he hoped. He had fainted last time, and that might not be that attractive to the large, hyena-like creatures. It was better than getting fucked by their matriarchs, though, he would just imagine.

As the last of the tendrils slid from his hole, the kobold reached around his fat ass. He groaned as it wobbled behind him, reminding him of the thick weight that was still dragging along under his tail. He blushed, knowing that there wasn't a kobold out there, male or female, that had something to equal this.

On ass size alone, he might actually be able to draw a dragon's attention. However, there would be no way of keeping it just yet. He might be able to hotdog a younger dragon's cock, but take it? No, he needed more training for that.

And gnoll knots...yes, that would be a good start.

He squeezed his cheeks again, digging his fingers into the plush scales, feeling them give beneath his fingers and then bounce back up as soon as he let go. They were soft and lovely, he supposed, something that he hoped would keep the gnolls paying attention.

And this time, he would push them to take him two at a time. If he could do that, then he might have enough -

Gurgle gurgle.

The kobold was pulled out of his lusty plans by the complaints of his stomach. Realizing that he hadn't had anything to eat for the last twenty hours or so, he decided that the fucking could wait until he ate something.

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A couple hours later, he returned to the clearing that had been the site of their fuck-fest the day before. The gnolls hadn't returned, but he held out hope that they might. Kata leaned back on the same rock as the day before, spreading his legs and running his hands along his thighs. He hoped that it was an inviting gesture; he had never had a mirror to practice in front of to find out.

Even so, it felt nice to recline, to touch himself, to show off even without an audience. He ran his hands down between his legs, rubbing along the ass cheeks, pressing against the puffy scales down there before rolling his fingers up towards his rim. It was stiff puffy and donut-like from the day before, and sensitive, too. He groaned at the mere touch of his fingers along it, and sliding his claws inside -

"Mmmmph..."

It was enough to make him eager for the gnolls to return. He wanted to feel them again, to know what their bodies would feel like when it wasn't so new, so powerful, so overwhelming. He wanted to be a good little slut-bold for them, and maybe, if he was good, earn a few little treats.

After all, there were things that he needed to buy back at the city, and without something to trade, he didn't have any chance of getting what he needed.

As he teased himself, fingering his ass with four fingers, then a full fist, he looked to the grasses. He could make out sounds in the distance, but if they were the gnolls, they weren't laughing as much as they had been the day before. Regardless, he kept hammering his fingers in, forcing them further past his rim, working down to the little pleasure bump of his prostate. A few strokes over that had his cock oozing pre from its slit, running down to his hole and soaking the rim.

That would make it easier, he hoped.

He was just starting to consider adding his other fist to his ass when he heard the stomping, thudding sounds of the big gnolls. They were chattering, alright, and Muscles, Stick, and Goldie walked through the grass to see him. Muscles smirked.

"Look there. He back."

"Heh, mean she," Stick said, laughing and pointing at the kobold's hole. "That not ass anymore."

"No. Pussy."

Goldie's words made the smaller kobold blush worse, though he did nothing to close his legs. If anything, he curled his toes and showed off all the more, gradually pulling his wrist out of his hole and showing off the gape. He clenched hard, showing that he still had some control down there, managing to make the sides of his rim actually touch again before he relaxed and let it part once more.

The gnolls were definitely interested. Loincloths were going up and cocks were coming out. Familiar, long, thick, and knotted. Very knotted.

He grinned at the sight of them, slowly spreading his legs further still, almost pulling his ankles up to his head. Muscles grinned too, walking up to him -

"Hey, want something too," Kata said.

"Heh, what would snack want?" Muscles asked, stopping between his legs.

"Two at once."

"HA! Can't take me on your own, you want me and them?"

"No, them first. Them, then you. Then you and one of them."

The idea was to get his hole used to taking the big stuff first, and then moving on to the bigger stuff. Two big-ish cocks, then the monster cock, then...yeah, that would work better than the monster cock followed by the two big-ish cocks.

Muscles didn't look happy, but the other two did. Goldie and Stick shoved him backwards, moving forward. He yelped as he was lifted off the rock, Goldie holding him tight, and Stick moving behind him so that they were all pushed together. It was almost sweet, and it might have actually been if it wasn't for the pair of cocks rubbing between his thighs and almost touching his asshole.

Relax...relax...they're not too big, they're just very rough, he reminded himself. You took the Milker, you learned from that. Just...don't get overwhelmed...

The constant stimulation was his biggest enemy, and something that he'd have to do something about. After this, when they owed him, he would get something to trade back at the city. That would do something. That would do a lot.

Goldie looked down at him, cock spitting pre-cum on the kobold's ass.

"You ready?"

"Always ready."

"Not gonna faint?"

"Heh, not this time."

"Believe it when I see it," Muscles grumped from the sidelines.

Stick and Goldie grinned over the kobold's head, all while Kata did his best to stay calm. He knew that he could take one gnoll at a time, at least between these two. Taking both, however, was going to be -

"MMMPH!"

He bit his lips as he was pulled down, the two thick tips pushing against his hole and forcing him wide. There was no pain, only pleasure, but there was sooooo much of it. Stick was shorter than Goldie, but so much thicker, and it was better than his fist by a long shot, and his fist had felt pretty damn good in the first place.

They pulled him down, gradually dragging on his hips. His scales might be smoother now, but he thanked the gods that they were no less strong. If they had been anything less than they currently were, he doubted that he would have been able to take the filling feeling, or the clawing, scratching feeling of the hands dragging him down. Bit by bit, his ass was filled to bursting, and then further still, dragging him down until he was pressed against the bulge of their knots.

You can take it...you can take it...

But gods, that stretch, that pulling, straining feeling under his tail was everything. Kata was moaning, giggling almost from the high pleasure that he felt. There was no way that he would ever go back to orcs after this. Hell, he wasn't sure if his ass could be filled by orcs anymore after this. So big, so round, so wide.

"More..."

His little one-word exclamation of pleasure was more than enough to get them grinding up against him, thrusting their knots against his rim. Muscles pouted at the edge of the clearing, tapping his fingers against a log, but Goldie and Stick were grunting hard and loud as they slammed into him. One cock would pull back, and the other would grind forward. The knot would almost push through, then pull back as the other one slammed in.

Forward, back, forward, back, each and every thrust making him feel like he had been stretched to his absolute limits, only to turn around and prove that no such thing had actually happened. More, more, and more besides came, flooding through him, forcing his insides to stretch more than he thought koboldly possible.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

They kept hammering the air out of his lungs as he was bounced between one dick and the other, and his eyes were rolling back in their sockets. His balls inside were being drained with one prostate-shattering thrust after another, and his cock was throbbing against the wooden lock that kept it in his slit. He couldn't get hard, couldn't get off, but he could sure as hell be milked against that, and they were milking him hard.

The worst part of all - or perhaps the best - was that the gnolls were getting all the more frenzied against him. The same thing that he had noticed last time, the thick scent of female, was getting stronger and stronger. To him, it was overwhelmed by the sweat and musk of the males on either side, but he could feel their cocks growing, stiffening, thickening in response. They thought that they were rutting a female, and they were putting all the effort into that compared to what they might have done merely to put a male in his place.

In, out, in, out. Their knots battered at him, slapped at his hole, threatened to rip it open if they were not allowed in soon. He wanted to relax, but they had him bent in half, pushed with his legs up in the air as they thrust in again, and again, and again, and he didn't want to make it easier. He wanted it rough.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

He felt like their little cum-dump, their little cock toy. They were using him like one, and he was happy to be it. The kobold would have screamed if he had the air for it, but instead, all he could do was whimper, shiver, moan for more.

In, out, in, out, in, out. Their balls slapped against his ass, forcing him to take it, battering him, marking him with their scent. The orcs would know when he returned. They'd know that they had been replaced by something bigger, something better, something manlier.

In, out, in, out. Those knots slapped against his hole and against each other, almost like they were competing with who would seed him first.

In, out.

In.

POP!

POP!

Hold, hold! Kata pushed himself, gritting his teeth, trying to hold out against the sudden shock of pleasure of having two knots jammed into him at once. The slow ooze of cum dripping from his cock, an orgasm that wasn't, almost ripped his mind out of his skull, but he held on. The black crept onto the edges of his vision, and he almost passed out as the gnolls came in him, almost pissing seed from how much they had to offer.

He panted, he moaned...

And he stayed conscious.

As Kata sagged against them, his body strained to the nth degree, he could hear Muscles coming over. The big guy pushed at the other two gnolls, making their knots stretch the smaller kobold's butt. He wanted to hold out, to clench on them, but -

POP!

POP!

They both came free at once, but thanks to the potion from several days back, there was no pain. There was only pleasure from the extreme stretch.

Kata sagged in Muscles's grip, laid down on the rock to look up at the big guy. He giggled a little bit, still a little high on his own semi-orgasm, on the feeling of not-quite release and the pleasure that came from being double-stuffed. So much cum was oozing out of his asshole, and he giggled as Muscles stared down at him. The big guy was obviously surprised at something.

"You...still awake?" the big guy asked.

"Yep. Still awake. Hee hee."

"How?"

"Trained. Better hole now."

"But..."

Kata gritted his teeth, focusing on clenching. He couldn't quite close his ass this time, but he could just about pull it tight enough for the flow of cum to stop being so much of a flood. More of a trickle this time.

Then he did it again, and it did close. Then he did it again, and it was enough to look like he hadn't been fucked in a while.

Of course, it wasn't like he could hold that for long. He managed it for about three seconds, then his hole opened again, a deluge of gnoll cum flowing freely. He panted hard, shivering, curling his toes from the happy pleasure that came from getting so very full, so very stretched.

"See? Good for gnolls."

"...Didn't think you could take it."

"Not easy, but can. Want to be better. Take lots of gnoll cock."

The gnolls looked at him as if he were insane. And in some ways, Kata was becoming aware that he was definitely a little bit...weird. Perhaps obsessed with his goal, in some ways, but he knew what he wanted in life. He wanted a dragon, and that meant that he had to put a lot of work in.

However, for now, he had to focus on the gnolls. He grinned, running a hand down past his slit to his hole, feeling the way that it had almost been busted in. Much more than that at once, and he might have actually prolapsed.

He wondered if that would be fun.

Putting it out of his head, he fixed the various gnolls with a grin.

"You want this, then you start paying," he said.

"Pay? Pay snack? Ha!" Muscles shook his head. "You pay us for cock."

"Heh, why?"

"You want it."

"So do you. And I not matriarch."

The gnolls looked at each other after he said that, and he could tell that it was meaning more to them than he had quite expected. Then again, they probably didn't get a lot of action outside of the butt-pounding that the matriarchs gave them or they gave themselves.

They gradually turned back to him. Muscles growled, Stick glared, but Goldie was the one to slowly nod.

"What you want?"

Kata managed to leave the clearing with quite the collection of prizes. None of them were quite the match of getting fucked by two gnoll cocks at once, but over his shoulders, he carried quite the number of rare ingredients. He knew that the alchemist would be very happy to have most of those, but that wasn't all of them. Goldie had a knife that he didn't like anymore which he'd been willing to trade. The knife itself was broken, but there was an enchanted gem in the hilt that he might be able to trade to a wizard for a spell.

That would make for another improvement for him, another thing that would take him closer to his goal.

The kobold hummed happily to himself as he walked through the thick grasses. Every so often, he would hop in the air, just making sure that he was still aimed back at the city, but by and large, he was happy to be covered up so that nobody could see him.

Much as he wanted more fucks, he also knew he needed to keep his prizes.

Particularly if he wanted to get anything out of them.

The sun sailed across the sky as Kata made his way through the grasses, and he wasn't in the least surprised to find himself not at the city walls when the sun went down. He expected to spend at least a day or two in the plains, and he had taken quite a long trip down the river. After double-checking his position, he sat down, cleared some of the grasses in the immediate area, and started digging out a couple of pits. One for necessaries, one for a fire.

When the fire pit was cleared, he took some of the grasses that he had pulled up and tossed them in. They weren't precisely dry, but they weren't too wet to catch, either. A couple of good, sharp rocks made for enough of a spark to catch them, eventually, and the more that they burned, the easier that the rest of the grass followed.

Taking care not to overload the hole, he leaned back and looked up at the stars. Even from here, he could connect the different constellations up there. Most of the people he knew would have traced the lines of the gods in the heavens. He traced the lines of the dragons that surrounded them.

The great dragon gods each stood for one of the great extremes of the world, Kata knew. Some thought that they stood for good and evil, but that wasn't the case, as all kobolds knew. There was the Red Dragon of the Flame, who stood for the strength to affect the world, to change it, protect it, or warp it, as one chose to do with the might that they possessed. There was the Black Dragon of the Hoard, who stood for the wealth and grasping nature of all scaly-kind, who might use it to store and gather wealth, or might use it to store up and treasure companions, or something else entirely. Finally, there was the White Dragon of the Soul, who stood for the power of magic that dragons all seemed to have, and the lust for the arcane that all the little scalies shared.

They surrounded all the other gods and constellations, and were only found at the edge of the sky. The humans and others believed that the dragon constellations were inconsequential compared to theirs. The kobolds knew that the dragon gods surrounded all, and were mighty enough to contain such strength.

Kata tapped his feet against the dust, grinning as he looked at the sweeping lines between the stars, seeing the dragons as the great masters of the world. One day, one day soon, he hoped, he would serve them himself. He would be among those that called a true dragon his master, and he would be able to feel like a proper kobold.

He wondered what his master would be like. One that was devoted to the Flame, the Hoard, or the Soul? Each one was different, and it would mean a very different master to serve when they finally came together, but he didn't care.

One way or another, he would serve them.

One way or another, he would be a good kobold.

Sleep started to creep up on him, and Kata rolled to the side, slowly pulling his treasures under him to keep them safe. The fire cracked, burning down slowly, leaving just enough in the way of hot ashes to warm his feet as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning came, and with it came the feeling that he wasn't alone. The kobold slowly rolled over, looking behind him, and his eyes went wide.

It was a displacer beast, a tentacled animal that loomed almost as tall as a great wolf before him. He stared at it, watching as the tendrils came close, then pulled away, then came close again. They flickered, not quite real, yet not quite unreal, either.

One of them touched his face, yet it was nowhere near. Then it was near, but no longer touching. The beast breathed on the back of his neck while standing in front of him, then was behind him while its breath touched his face. Then it moved again, in front of him while its breath puffed -

"Mmmph!"

Then a lick that came from nowhere, right over his hole.

He got to his feet immediately, only for the tentacles to seize him. They didn't appear until a few seconds later, wrapped around his middle and lifting him into the air, holding him off the ground. His toes dangled about a foot from the dirt, and he blushed.

"Uh, hi...uh...can you understand me?" he asked.

The displacer beast was in front of him again, and he could feel the tentacles pulling a bit tighter around his middle. His cheeks burned as he was turned this way, then that way, then this way again, always pushing him a bit closer to something utterly humiliating, utterly embarrassing, and...

And he didn't know what he was going to do. Maybe he should let himself get fucked? He'd never quite expected to go for something feral so soon, but he knew that he'd have to do it eventually. Or maybe -

A deep roar rained down from the heavens, and both kobold and displacer beast were shaken by it. The tentacles dropped him before they disappeared, and he looked towards the skies.

There, flying on the edge of the horizon but rapidly coming closer, was a dragon.

He gasped at the sight, his mouth hanging open and almost touching the earth itself as he strained to see what color it was, how big, whether it was male or female. It was so far off that there was no way for him to be sure, but it was coming closer, and it had terrified his attacker. The displacer beast had run off into the grasses, and it was nowhere to be seen.

He knew that the dragon had not done this to rescue him, but as a kobold, it was his nature to worship the great beasts. Kata fell to his knees, his arms outstretched, his head raised only enough for him to see as the great winged dragon came closer and closer, flying over the lands, over the grasses, over the city itself.

And as it passed over him, he saw it for what it was. A great red beast with scales nearly his size, and with wings that could cover an entire kobold clan beneath them. One beat flattened the grasses around him, blowing all the loose reeds into the air and carrying the raw musk of a true dragon male through the air. His head spun and he fell on his back, gasping, arching his back, thrusting his hips into the air from the sheer strength of it.

"My gods...my dragons..."

He gasped for breath, his cock throbbing back to life despite the fucking of his life merely the day before. He strained to reach for the dragon, impossible as it was, holding out his hands as the great master of kobold-kind flew off into the distance. He stared after it, watching as it went past where the gnoll village was, and then further still, going off to the south, and then into nothingness.

I will...I will...follow...soon...

The kobold shivered as he slowly dragged himself back to his feet, hardly believing his luck. There hadn't been even a hint of a dragon being this close, but if they were within flight distance of the city, then they were close enough to travel to. All he needed to do was make himself strong enough for that to be possible.

And good enough to serve when he got there.

As he shakily gathered up his prizes, he turned back to the city. There was much to do, and much to prepare for.

It was nightfall when he finally found his way to another inn. Not the one from before, but one that he could afford for better rooms, and better things. He had traded much of his stock to the alchemist and been paid better for it than he had never been paid by the orcs. It was a windfall of epic proportions, though most of it was squirreled away for the other things that he would need. Only a partial bribe was needed to the innkeeper. When the law was silent, money spoke.

He laid on his bed, rolling in the mattress, still giddy and grinning from seeing the great dragon flying over the city hours ago. It was a reminder of his dream, a reminder that it was possible, and not just a vision that would fade over time.

He could do this.

The kobold hugged himself, giggling under his breath as he rolled onto his stomach. His rounded butt jiggled behind him, and he looked over his shoulder at the mirror. A mirror. Gods, he had never imagined that he would have a room with a mirror.

He spanked himself, looking at the way that his ass jiggled, admiring the gape that lay between. His hole had puffed and puffed and puffed from the hard fucks he had gotten, and now, it was visible, more visible than a horse's hole between his cheeks.

A donut worth feasting on, in his opinion.

Running his fingers around it until it was as puffy with arousal as possible, he admired himself, enjoying the way that his body had changed. A kobold that was to serve another had no need to have his cock throb. He had his ass to think about, and that was all that he needed. His hole engorged the way that his cock might have done in the past, and he sighed to himself as he savored it.

However, as he teased himself more and more, little thoughts started to pop into him. Things that he needed to think about, if he wanted to take this further.

How would he take the length of a dragon's cock?

What would he need to take it in his mouth?

Would a dragon wish him to have no cock, or a blocked slit, or worse?

What fetishes would his dragon have, and what would he need to do to sate them?

All these and more started popping into his head, and he had no answers yet, nor would he until he had met his dragon. He sighed, pulling his hands from his rump again.

I need plans...

He had already made deals with the gnolls, and he knew that Muscles and the others would go back to their village and talk to the other horny males that wanted a turn with a hole rather than a fem-cock. They'd be visiting the areas near the city to get what they needed, and he'd be able to make deals with them.

After that, though, he'd need something bigger, something that would be willing to trade with him and keep feeding him the resources and the cock size that he needed to be able to take on bigger things.

A werewolf?

That would be a good one, if he could find someone that had been afflicted by lycanthropy. They would have their good days and their rough nights, and if he was affected by the curse, then there was the possibility that he would gain even more stamina. It might be worth becoming a werewolf kobold.

The thought was a bit silly, but sexy nonetheless.

But after that, he was a bit at a loss. There were plenty of possibilities out there, admittedly, with monsters that were looking for companionship and wizards that were making hybrids of beasts at all times. Everyone had need of relief, really.

It was just a matter of deciding which ones were worth chasing, and which ones would get him closer to his dragon.

Kata sighed, rolling onto his back and scooting towards the head of the bed. He supposed that, at this point, there was nothing else that he could do. He needed to sleep on it, to figure out what to do next, and then come at it with more of a fresh view on what he needed. He closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off.

_The blue kobold was on his knees before the treasure hoard, staring forward at the three great dragons that loomed over him. Red, Black, and White, the great gods of dragonkind looked down at him, and they smiled.

He smiled back, though he didn't know why. All he knew was that he was blessed to be before not one dragon, but three. They looked at each other from time to time, but mostly, they looked at him as they talked among themselves._

"He is devoted."

"Very, but is that enough?"

"He thinks that sex will be all he needs."

"But perhaps he will be sufficient with that."

"None are sufficient with that," the red dragon said.

"But he might learn to be. There have been surprises in the past."

"All kobolds have the same urges. This one is no different. He has only taken it further than they have."

"But isn't that different in and of itself?" the white one asked, cocking his head to the side to look down at Kata again. "Dedication, and intense training. Perhaps he might surprise us all."

"I'll take a surprise, if there is one. But I doubt there is."

The visions of the dragons began to fade, and Kata slowly drifted with it. As the darkness pulled him back, other dreams took their place, and he faded into them instead.

The End

Summary: Kata goes back to the gnolls and things go better this time. Of course, there's always more to find in the wilds...

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, threesome, gnoll, dragon, kobold, displacer beast, fantasy, series, anal, knotting, double penetration, size difference, tentacles, worldbuilding, lore, cum, orgasm, creampie, gaping, ass-focus,