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The Uprising of the Kobolds

For anonymous

By Draconicon

The wet gulping sound of a kobold being consumed never failed to send a shiver down the other servants' spines. They froze in their work, each one half-sure that they were going to be consumed next if King Xerxes decided that they were at fault, and each one sure that they were doomed for some flaw that they weren't even aware of having.

Yet, the moment passed, and the fat, dark-scaled lord of the castle left the kitchen without taking the life of another kobold. The servants sagged in relief, going back to their assigned tasks. Some stirred pots, some carried oversized plates from cupboard to table, and still others carried out the trash and waste to the chutes that would carry them to the great pit that laid in the back of the lord's castle at the end of the deepest valley of the kingdom.

All of them went back to work, save for Dalus, a blue-green kobold that stared after the master with his heart racing in his chest and his eyes narrowed in hate.

He had been sweeping with Tuli, the kobold that had been eaten, and knew that there'd been no fault to their work. She had been doing nothing different to him, and neither of them were responsible for the mismanagement of communication between the king and his armies, but he'd had to take it out on someone. Instead of going after the runners that went from castle to kingdom and back, he had come to the kitchen and -

Dalus dropped his broom, the clatter of wood on stone freezing everyone in place again. Every kobold whipped their heads around to look at him, and then back at the door, sure that the king was going to come back and eat him for shirking his work.

Nothing happened.

Nothing would.

"We have to do something," Dalus said.

"Don't be stupid."

"He eats mistakes."

"We're too small."

"Too weak."

"Just keep working."

"No mistakes. No dying."

"Tuli didn't make a mistake."

They didn't have an answer for that. Instead, they all looked at the abandoned broom that had been left behind when Xerxes had eaten her. The light-hearted, blue-scaled kobold had been a joy in the kitchen and everywhere else in the castle. A good kobold, if a bit of a bully for getting work done on time and making sure that everyone was safe.

And now, she was gone. Because someone else screwed up, she was nothing but a meal.

Dalus kicked his broom across the floor, the wooden shaft smacking against one thing after another. The noise was loud, the echoes louder, and every kobold flinched, more sure than ever that they were witnessing a suicide attempt on Dalus's part. Nobody fucked around that much in the castle of the king.

And yet, there was no sign of the fat dragon lord. There was no sudden footstep, no roar of anger. The king did not come to punish his defiance.

"See? He's not all-powerful."

"But he's huge," one of the other servants said.

"So?"

"He could squash us. Step on us."

"Yes. So?"

"..."

They didn't have an answer to that. Yes, Xerxes was bigger than them. The dragon stood tall enough that even the biggest of the kobolds didn't even come up to his knee, standing just short of it, and they could never hope to reach his head with anything short of a ladder. But that didn't mean that they could just keep living like this. Nobody could live in constant fear of their death.

"We have to do something."

"But...what?"

"He's lazy. He doesn't do anything himself anymore," Dalus said. "We go to him. All of us. All at once."

"All...all of us?"

"All of us. It's the only way."

And if it didn't work, well, at least the king would have to suffer through the 'revenge' of having to run his castle on his own. Without all his kobolds, he wouldn't be able to do that. He was too fat now, too lazy.

Dalus remembered the fearsome creature that Xerxes had once been. Dark-scaled and slender, the dragon lord had conquered the land, and he had become its king. Tales had spread throughout the world of his power and strength, of his impenetrable armor, of his great claws, of the magical rings that dotted his fingers and toes and how they lent strength to his claws and limbs. He had been the terror of a thousand tales.

And yet, he had faded over the years. Dalus had been his servant since hatching, and he knew the difference. The dragon had gained a gut, and a thick one, at that, and he no longer fit his armor. His legs were weak, and his arms more-so, and the magic in the rings was fading with each passing day as the dragon refused to put in the effort to re-enchant them.

"What if he...what if he breaks free...and punishes us?" one of the kobolds asked.

"...Then we use this."

Dalus walked to the water pump, sticking his fingers into the pipe. Nobody used it for much in the kitchen, barely bothering to pull some out for washing dishes at the end of the day. It had been a safe place for this.

With a grunt, he yanked out a magic golden ring. The yellow band was marked all around the ring with magical symbols, runes that no kobold could read, but it looked powerful. More to the point, there were symbols, chains above and below the letters, and Dalus believed that meant that it was used to imprison things.

He held it aloft, and the rest of the kitchen kobolds gasped.

"We put this on him, and make him obey." He turned in place. "Are you with me?"

They nodded. It was silent, lacking cheers and anger and force, but they nodded.

"Then come."

They arrived when the great dragon was asleep, and they set to work. They brought ropes and chains and wire, and they dragged them in place. Stealthily, slowly, carefully they wiggled the binds beneath the dragon lord as he slept on his stomach. They wrapped the chains under his waist, first, something meant to hold him aloft so the ropes themselves didn't snap, and so the wires did not cut into him. They layered the ropes and wires around his maw, ready to snap them shut instantly to keep him from calling out if he woke. They used more ropes to pull his legs together, holding them up gently.

And as they did, the other kobolds climbed the walls, carrying with them the links of leather and hemp and iron, dragging them to the edges of the chamber and readying them for the great lift. They would have one chance at this, and if they did it wrong, then the great master would eat them all.

There was no denying the fear in the room as they set to work, and even Dalus was afflicted by it as he supervised them. His breath came harsh and fast, and he had to focus on it to keep from wheezing and whistling through his fangs. The slender, tiny kobolds were nothing compared to the monster that occupied the bed. King Xerxes was four or five times as tall as any of the kobolds, and with that gut, at least as wide as three of them together. He was a monster of a dragon, something that could wipe out each and every one of the kobold servants if he chose to.

They would not let him have a chance.

"Quickly."

"Quietly."

"Carefully."

"Softly."

They wiggled and slithered and leaped and tiptoed all around the bed, finagling the bindings that they'd need until it was all set up. The crowd of kobolds pulled back, allowing Dalus the chance to see their work.

It would be effective, provided that they could get him up. The chains would lift at waist and armpits, pulling the dragon up high, and ropes would drag his arms forward and his legs up and back towards his waist. Some ropes on the side would pull his legs open, exposing him, and the wire would pull shut around his maw and the base of his wings, ensuring that he couldn't struggle too much, nor call out for help.

All in all, it was a good trap. All in all, it should prove effective enough for his humiliation.

"On three," Dalus whispered.

His people nodded, moving to their places at the edge of the room. They took a deep breath, grabbed the chains and ropes, and nodded, confirming that they were ready.

"One...two...three!"

And with a unity of purpose that would have made the royal army envious, the kobolds yanked together. In one smooth motion, the great dragon lord Xerxes was lifted from his bed, held pinned in mid-air. The kobolds at either side yanked on the wires, stilling his wings and silencing his mouth, and his arms were pulled forward and his legs up, up, up, until his heels were pressing against his ass cheeks. His legs spread wide, and -

And the king's nudity was revealed, his cock hanging down soft and flaccid, his sac barely brushing it from behind. He had been sleeping without anything to cover him down there, and Dalus bit back a laugh as he realized that the king's heft was more due to his size difference than because he was particularly larger than the kobolds.

The motion had woken him, though, and the dragon roared as much as one could through a clenched set of jaws. The kobolds pulled back, fearing the sound, but Dalus forced himself to step forward.

"This is our revenge, king!"

"Mmmph?!"

"You ate our friend."

"Mmm...mmmph...mmmph!"

"Tonight...we are going to teach you a lesson...tonight...tonight, we make you feel as helpless as you did us."

How, he didn't know. They had come here with the plan to break him, to punish him, but now that they were there and had him tied up and helpless, he didn't know how they were going to do it. Sure, they could execute him, and that would end the threat that he posed, but that would also mean that all his supporters would come after Dalus and the other kobolds. They had the ring to make him obey later, but...

But what would they do to punish him?

The answer to the question came from a most unexpected source. One of the other kobolds, one that had darted beneath the bed in terror, squealed. The others rushed to save him from danger, only for the little lizard to poke his head out from under the bed with a big grin.

"You gotta see this! This - this is how we get him!"

"Mmmph! MMMPH!"

Curious what horrors the king had secreted beneath his bed that he clearly didn't want them to see, Dalus leaned down and pulled up the sheets. What he found was far beyond what he expected.

It was a hiding place for toys, sexual toys that were meant for those that needed to take it hard. He blinked as he realized that there were dozens of dildos beneath the bed, as well as enchanted stones meant to vibrate and buzz on their application to the body. There were toys that were meant to strike and burn and ache, and there were toys meant to hold one back from the release that they so craved.

It was the treasure trove of an utter deviant, and when he looked back up at the king's face, it was clear that Xerxes was as embarrassed as one could be of having his secret found out. Dalus's lips turned up in a grin.

"Yes...this is what we need."

The kobolds grinned and their grins grew as they passed the toys out from under the bed. Dildos that resembled both the natural shafts that hung between their legs and the bestial rods of the animals in the field were pulled free, and they were all large. Some were nearly as long as a kobold's arm, and others were longer still, thick and full and ready to split someone open.

A few of the kobolds even looked at them enviously, but all it took was a stern clearing of the throat from Dalus to get them focused on the moment at hand once more. They were here to break the dragon lord, not each other, and that meant that they had to stay focused.

Once the toys were out, assembled on the bed, Dalus took his place behind the lifted dragon. They hadn't lifted him far from the bed, due to the height difference between them, but it was enough for the dragon's cock to hang flaccid for all to see. Dalus slid between the dragon lord's spread legs, rubbing his hand along the bigger, fatter, more evil male's thighs.

"You have all these. Do you use them?"

"Mm-mm."

"You don't?"

"Mmmph. Nnnf."

"Let's find out."

Dalus held out a hand, and one of the other kobolds passed him one of the vibrating rocks. He had seen them used before. Some of the other nobles in the castle liked to take kobolds back to their quarters and use them like smaller sex toys, ones that had no rights and squirmed and wriggled as they were used. Sometimes, the stones were brushed along the outside of the body like tingling little fingers. Other times...

He spat on that fat ass, spreading the cheeks and rubbing the stone against the twitching rim just between them. Xerxes jerked, bucking around for a few seconds before Dalus started pushing the stone forward. It took more effort than he expected to part that pucker, but the pointed end of the stone managed to fit between the rim after a few seconds. The dragon arched his back, huffing, puffing, shaking from tip to tail, and it was clear that he was getting into it more than he wanted to.

That hanging dick was a traitor to the dragon lord, and the various kobolds around him could see it rising. Dalus took some confidence from that, particularly as some of his friends started laughing.

"Getting hard, he is."

"Oh, man. It's big."

"Nah, it just looks big. If we were his size, we'd be bigger."

"Oooh, look, it's coming up."

Smack, smack.

It must have gotten big and hard enough to be tapping against the dragon's stomach, then, and that meant that he was really getting into it. And the stone wasn't even all the way in, yet.

Dalus pushed it in just a bit further, the rounded, oval stone reaching the midpoint of its heft. Xerxes growled and snarled against his gag, obviously trying to find some way of telling them to stop, but the king was too well-gagged to get a word in edgewise. He was going to have to take it, and they were going to make him take it.

The kobold pulled the stone back and forth, teasing that pucker open, forcing it to spread a little further, then a bit further still around the little buzzing rock. It wasn't even that big, really, but it was going somewhere that the dragon may have never taken anything before. Just a little further, though, and -

The rock slid in, the dragon's hole squeezing down around it much like a bitch's hole would have sealed around her stud's knot. Xerxes bucked hard against his restraints, the groans and moans and whimpers against his gag getting so much louder as the stone settled inside.

Dalus and more than a few of the other kobolds knew exactly what he was feeling. They'd felt those stones rammed inside them before. They buzzed and vibrated like a hive of bees gone mad, and there was that special little button just inside of the ass, somewhere that loved to get teased.

The dragon's whimpers were getting much, much stronger, and he couldn't do anything to get off. That was the maddening bit about the stone. It just slid in and rested somewhere. It didn't move, it just buzzed, and it was just small enough that it never stayed right on that special spot for long.

Certainly not long enough to cum. Not long enough to get satisfaction.

As their overlord squirmed and writhed in his chains, the other kobolds hopped onto the bed. They dragged their claws over his body, touching, teasing, feeling, fondling. Everything that the dragon had on display, they were curious about, and some moved to his head and others to his hips, some under him and some to his feet.

"Hee hee, so helpless."

"This is what we were afraid of?"

"What is he? Some pervert?"

"So fat, so silly."

"So hard, so drippy."

The familiar squelch-squelch sounds of someone stroking a cock already on the edge filled the air, and Dalus leaned down. He saw three different kobolds kissing and stroking the dragon's cock, and he hissed.

"No!"

"But -"

"No letting him cum."

"But he is so big. And drippy."

"Use this."

He tossed them one of the other enchanted toys, a little sleeve that would slide down to the base of the cock and hold it pent-up. It was a bigger version of what they had had used on them in the past. Nice and sloppy and wet, but never allowing them over the edge until it was removed. It seemed only suitable that the big dragon lord had to suffer what he had put them through.

The kobolds chittered gleefully as they slid it down his cock, and he screamed against his gag. He probably screamed from the fact that the kobolds were jerking off in his face, too, smearing his cheeks with seed and slime, and more. They were getting into it, very into it, and Dalus imagined that there would never be a chance for the big dragon to live this down. His servants had completely over powered him, and they enjoyed it.

But...does he enjoy it?

It was something that he'd wondered since they'd woken him up. There was squirming, humiliation, embarrassment, and more, but there hadn't been the raw rage that he had expected. Instead, there was more like...

More like embarrassment, humiliation, something that implied...

"Heh...you like this, don't you?"

The dragon overlord went still, and Xerxes stared straight ahead. The kobolds holding the dragon's cock yelped, and the wet smack of cock against belly confirmed Dalus's suspicions.

"Hehehehe, he likes being a bitch."

"MMPH!"

"Don't lie!"

Smack! The spank was so mild considering the fact that they were so much smaller than the king, but he moaned from it regardless. Split, splat, splut went his pre-cum against the bed, and the kobolds all looked at each other in shock, then with the most mischievous grins that they had ever summoned.

"The king's a pervert."

"Oh, he likes being on the bottom."

"He's a helpless bitch!"

"HA! He likes it when kobolds fuck him!"

"Give me a bigger toy," Dalus said.

They happily passed him a dildo that was shaped like a horse's cock, massive and large with a proper flared tip at the end. He rubbed it against the dragon's hole, and Xerxes whimpered, trying and failing to bring his tail down to protect his ass. It didn't work, of course, and the kobolds giggled to each other at the thought that the dragon believed it would.

They pushed, two other 'bolds joining Dalus at the dragon's ass to push the cheeks apart and get the dildo in the right place. They wiggled it up and down, grinding the flared head against the sweating pucker, pushing forward and then pulling back. Others reached below, gathering the king's pre-cum and slathering it over the fake shaft, making it all the more slick for the job at hand.

"Take it..."

"Take it..."

"Take it..."

They were chanting together, almost like it was some sort of spell, and none of them could bring themselves to stop. This was their revenge. This was their way of taking back some of the dignity that the king had stolen from them time and time again. This was their chance to finally bring him down to their level and take back what he had stolen from them. This was -

POP!

Xerxes screamed against his gag as the flared head went in, and all the kobolds stopped in place. For the first time, there was almost a hint of pain to the scream, and he whimpered so much that they didn't just force it further down. Not yet, at least, despite the urge to break him down completely. They looked at each other, then at that pucker.

It didn't have that same loose look that some of them had had when they came back from being fucked, nor the slightly wrinkled, used look that some of them took on when they had been put to use by the nobles time and again. In fact, that pucker looked almost untouched in its own, strange way, but that was impossible. With toys like these, with this hunger -

"Are you...a virgin?" Dalus whispered.

"Mmmph...mm-hmm..."

"The king of the realm...the great dragon...a virgin."

That explained a bit about how he had been responding. Fantasies and inexperience had combined to keep him from lashing out the way that someone else might have. It had saved them from being utterly destroyed, and utterly obliterated by his rage. He wanted to experience this on some level...

But even as Dalus looked around the dragon's hips, he could see the rage in the king's eyes. He would want revenge for this. He would not let this stand. They were not safe, not yet, not by a long shot.

But they could handle that.

"Pull," Dalus said, and before the king could protest, they popped the dildo's flare right back out from between his cheeks. Xerxes moaned despite himself, his face burning bright red against his otherwise dark scales. "Push."

POP!

POP!

POP!

POP!

Each time they pushed the dildo in, the king's complaints were silenced, and every time they pulled it out, he screamed against the gag. Whether he was screaming for more or for mercy, they didn't much care. All that mattered was the fact that they were breaking him in, and quite well, for that matter. His hole was slowly opening, stretching, the rim pulling out around the flare every time that they dragged it back. The dragon's fat stomach hung low, and his cock sputtered and spit pre-cum every time that they managed to push the dildo in a bit further than the time before.

In, out, in, out, each time breaking that pucker in a bit further, teaching it to bend and break, teaching it to take cock and want cock. There was no point in lining up with their own dicks, but they could use the toys quite well.

"Mmmph!"

One of the other kobolds must have lost control, because the king moaned and grunted as his face was splattered with kobold seed. One more humiliation, one more reminder of who was in charge right now.

Finally, they managed to get the full thing into him, and the dildo sunk down to the base. The king moaned out loud, his toes curling despite himself, and his cock jumped and jerked in the hands of the kobolds beneath him. They laughed, delighted with the antics of their little flesh-toy, and batted it about.

"Can we let him cum yet?" one of them asked.

"Not yet," Dalus said. "Soon, though."

The king was moaning again, and it was clear from the way that his eyes were rolling back that the punishment had taken a different turn. He was humiliated, yes, but the humiliation had become pleasure. Was that going to be enough to keep him from eating the kobolds, or trying to punish them for what they did?

Dalus didn't think so. He felt that it was too much to risk.

He pulled the ring free. It was too big for any kobold, but it was just the right size to fit on a dragon's toe. Nodding at one of the other kobolds, he had them climb onto the dragon's back. Xerxes twisted, trying to see what was going on before trying to buck the kobold off, but the size difference and all the chains meant that the dragon had no chance at that.

Instead, the kobold grabbed the ring and wiggled it down over the big, dark-scaled dragon's big toe on his left foot. Xerxes went wide-eyed, squirming more than ever, but the ring went down, down, down -

Click.

They all heard it. It was not a click of something solid against something solid, but rather the click of a key in a lock, or a lock being sealed. The kobold who'd slid the ring down tried to pull it away, but couldn't. The ring was locked in place around the king's toe.

"Oooh."

"Is he helpless?"

"A prisoner?"

"A slave?"

Dalus chuckled. He had hoped the ring would do something to keep them safe when this was all said and done, but this was even better than he hoped. He pushed the dildo in further, further, sinking the horse cock so far into the dragon's ass that it disappeared in there, something that the king would have to push out on his own later.

"Take the gag off. Let me try something."

The kobolds did as they were told, and the wires came free. Xerxes opened his mouth -

"Say 'I'm a slut,'" Dalus said.

"Un - I'm a slut."

It was such a stupid thing for a dragon to say, and something that even the humiliated king wouldn't have said if it wasn't for the influence of the ring. Every kobold in the room gasped, and Xerxes would have been a perfect picture of someone that wanted nothing more than to die in that moment...

If it weren't for the fact that his cock was still spitting pre-cum so loud that every one of them could hear it. The more that the kobolds did to him, the more that the king's secret slut nature was revealed, and they were all loving it. Every single one of them was getting into the display, enjoying what it meant for the future, and getting off on the fact that they were humiliating their long-time enemy.

Dalus nodded. The ring gave them control. It meant that they were safe, even aside from the humiliation that they had inflicted on the king. From now on, they'd call the shots, and nobody else would ever know.

Before he could say anything else, the rest of the kobolds leaped in.

"Oh, oh, do you like being tied up?"

"Why are you so mean?"

"Are you just a jerk, or are you pretending?"

"Spit Tuli out!"

That last one was more than a little unfortunate, and Dalus only realized where it was going when the dragon king started shaking and heaving. It was hours too late for them to get Tuli back, and the only thing that they were going to get was going to ruin the mood completely.

"Swallow! Don't!"

Dalus's order came just in time to stop the king from puking. He hopped down from the bed, gathering every kobold he could and pulling them away from it. They weren't happy about it, but they followed along. He pulled them into a huddle, whispering to them.

"We can't get anyone back. They're dead. He can't bring them back to life. But we can make sure that he never eats anybody else," Dalus said.

"But -"

"They're gone. And we can't bring them back. But we can keep him from being mean anymore."

"...Okay...okay..."

They were sad about that, but it was just the way that things were. They'd waited too long to rise up against him properly, and that meant that they'd lost a few things on the way. If they wanted to keep it from happening again, they needed to be better, stronger, and more willing to stand up for themselves. They could do that, but they had to do it now, and never stop.

Dalus nodded, patted the kobolds nearest to him on the back -

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Xerxes's laughter nearly gave them all heart attacks as they turned around, half-expecting to see him untied and on a rampage. Instead, he was still hanging from his bindings, but he was laughing, crying, his eyes closed tightly as one of the remaining kobolds sat on his back and -

And tickled the big dragon's feet. Dalus stared with his mouth hanging open as their evil overlord, the bane of their existence, the terror of their waking lives, was left a giggling, quivering mess by one kobold with dancing claws drawing them over his feet.

"What...why..."

"I asked him if he was tickling. He said yes, and I wanted to find out."

Dalus slapped a hand over his forehead. It was one more reminder that just because they all wanted the same thing didn't mean that they were all very good at pursuing it or getting it. He sighed, climbing back on the bed. A few bulges could be seen through the dragon's belly, probably from the big horse dildo that they had forced into his guts and then left behind. He rubbed it, Xerxes moaned, and he chuckled to himself.

"Well...I guess we have time. Tease him, tickle him if you want. But Xerxes? No screaming. Giggles, whimpers, yes, but no screaming."

The dragon's jaws clicked shut. The ring still had him under total control, ensuring that he would always do what he was ordered. It was an amazing feeling, knowing that they could just take him and use him like this. It was...

It was perfect.

It was the perfect revenge, and only they would ever know about it. Dalus nodded, stroking his way back to the dragon's asshole.

"Someone get me another toy. We're going to see how much he can take before letting him cum..."

And even as he said that, there were no complaints. If anything, Xerxes looked...almost willing. Perhaps it was his imagination...or perhaps the king was a secret slut that had finally gotten what he really wanted.

The End

Summary: A dragon lord finally pushes his kobold servants too far, and they overwhelm him.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Size Difference, Big Toys, Virgin, Handjob, Teasing, Bondage, Kobold, Dragon, Overweight, Edging, Teasing, Humiliation, Uprising, Prostate Play,