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The Walking Purse

For winterhound776

By Draconicon

Nirimer groaned as consciousness bloomed behind his eyes, followed by the twin flowers of soreness and dull aches. The dragon was in darkness, even as he opened his eyes, and he bit off another groan as he wondered how he got there.

His memory wasn't great, though usually that could be put down to some hot guy giving his ass a good squeeze after having some ale. He remembered that he'd gone to a mine - some mission or other by the local guilds - and managed to take a good dozen steps through the main shaft before the ground collapsed under him.

How?

Why?

He didn't know. All he knew was that he had been on the surface, and now he wasn't. He was way, way, way down in the dark.

And the musky, too, now that he thought about it. Even now, buried under so much darkness, he was pressed against something wet and a little bit salty-bitter-warm in scent. It was half-familiar, too, as if he had been there before, or had been there a while.

Nirimer imagined it was both. His neck wasn't feeling too good, either, and had probably been bent back for some time.

"Nnngh..."

"Hmm?"

"Oh! He's awake!"

"Dragon's awake!"

"Dragon's awake!"

A sudden scuttling of bodies and warm scales pushed him to wake up faster, and as he did, he could see more. He saw a distant light far overhead, and the shimmer of it off smaller bodies. He saw naked males - and more than a few cocks - going this way and that. His armor and weapons were laid up against a distant wall, and right against his face...

Was an armpit.

It was such an odd moment, such a strange sensation to realize that he had been sleeping with his nose shoved up against someone's armpit that it actually took him a full minute to process it. He was a fighter, a warrior, a skilled - okay, that was pushing it a bit too far, but nonetheless, he was a dragon adventurer. He wasn't supposed to be so bad at his job that he woke up pressed against a pit.

What the hell had happened?

He was still trying to process it as the grey scales of the kobold over him finally resolved themselves as the kobold in question sat up. His odd bed partner was small, though not as small as most kobolds. Nirimer imagined that he might have come up to the dragon's belly button, but the way that the grey kobold smiled, there was a certain sinister gleam in his eye, one that sent a brief shiver down the dragon's spine.

Then the moment passed, the other kobolds rushing to him and picking up him. He groaned as he was all but juggled between them, guided from one to another. Dozens of hands touched him, some groping at his groin and the others fondling his ass. The reflections off his shiny hip tattoos gleamed off the walls where crystals sprouted, and he had a moment's memory of what he was here for.

The kobolds. They were the important thing, though he didn't remember why. Something about them not supposed to be here, or...

Or was it something else? It was so hard to think with the sweat still smeared over his nose.

He grunted as they pushed him into something, something hard, and his head rolled back and almost bounced off the back of whatever it was. His horns rattled as he turned backward, looking at -

At a throne, he realized. A throne made of dark stone, with purple edges to it. It loomed more than a foot over his head, and it eclipsed any light that might have come down from above. He groaned, shaking his head as he finally brought his eyes back to the kobolds that had brought him there.

There were at least two dozen of them, small things and easily handled one on one, but even an experienced fighter would have found this many a little worrying. Or at least, that was what Nirimer told himself as he looked between them. So many different scale colors, but all of them were oddly...not quite cute, but like diminutive versions of himself, something that felt relatable and safe.

Or maybe that was the musk on his nose. He always had a hard time feeling scared when that scent was running through him.

He was still trying to sort out what had happened to him in the first place, how he had ended up under a pile of kobolds as he had, and what they wanted from him when the green one from earlier pushed forward. It was smaller than the gray one that he'd ended up pit-sniffing, but it looked friendlier. At the very least, it reached right for his -

"Mmmph."

Nirimer groaned as he was rapidly informed that he was as naked as they were as the kobold managed to get a good grip on his balls right then and there. He panted soft, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as they were rolled slowly, teasingly, rubbed and stroked and given the sort of play that he had been imagining in his dreams.

"Dragon is finally awake, and still so sexy," the kobold said.

"Mmph. Where...where am I?" Nirimer asked, even as his cock started rising almost instantly. "What do you want?"

"Just to admire you," the kobold said. "I'm Bedi. The one that was sleeping on you is Vahro. We're so happy you're here!"

"But - but why?"

"Because you're a dragon."

The way that Bedi said it, it was as if that answer was the only one they needed, and perhaps it was. Nirimer had seen kobolds being collected by dragons before, but it was usually the massive feral dragons doing that, not smaller, two-legged ones like him. Even so, it was flattering -

"Mmmph!"

And pleasurable, too, considering that Bedi had his balls in a grip like a vise and yet managed to make him pant. His legs spread slowly, something that he didn't even know he was doing as he showed himself off more and more, one leg almost going up over the arm of the throne. For a moment, he felt a bit confused, a little at a loss as to why he was showing off so much for the kobolds, but no sooner had he felt concerned than Bedi leaned down and kissed his cock-head. Others gathered around the sides of the throne, standing like decorational statues on either arm, their cocks hard - morning wood, he excused it - and their musk thick enough that his head spun.

"Mmmph...I...how did I..."

"Oh, you fell," Bedi said, nodding upwards. "Lots of holes at the top of the mine, not safe at all, really. But you came to us. Came crashing down, and we picked you up and took you somewhere safe. Safe and warm, with us."

"With...you."

There was something at the back of his mind still, something that said that he was supposed to do something about the kobolds in the mine. It had been part of the job, he was sure, but the information just wasn't coming to him. No matter how hard he tried to think it through, whatever it was was staying buried in the back of his mind.

Not made easier by the raw, powerful musk of the clustered kobolds in the small 'throne room,' ranging from the potent dick-musk to the two that stood like honor guards on either side of the throne to the remnants of the pit-musk ground right into the front of his muzzle. He groaned under his breath as he remembered that, trying not to breathe it in too much and failing every time as Bedi kept rubbing him, teasing him, squeezing his balls from time to time in 'accidental' ways that made it hurt and feel so good at the same time.

But one thing was certain. He wasn't supposed to be here. He should be getting back to whatever mission he had, or failing that, back to town so he could remember what it was. Nirimer tried to stand up -

"Ah!"

Only for a sharp squeeze to pull him right back to the throne, legs up and over the sides of the throne. He felt utterly displayed, his ass dragged almost off the edge of the great stone chair.

"Where are you going?" Bedi asked.

"Yeah, where do you think you're going?"

The way that Vahro asked the same question threw the grey-scaled kobold into a different light. Nirimer turned, the dark-scaled dragon looking the other kobold over. There was just enough of a height difference there compared to the other kobolds to make him think that this one had a little dragon blood in him. Unlike the others, Vahro was built a little thicker, and he showed himself more brashly, more brazenly, flaunting his uncut cock in a way that the others merely aped.

Even in his addled state, he knew that Vahro was the one in charge, and there was something going on.

"Just...just heading home," Nirimer mumbled, feeling like that drunk that was trying to get away from the sheriff. "I'm sorry for...falling in..."

"No, no. You should stay. Let us see a 'proper' dragon for a while...let us show you our hospitality," Vahro said.

There was an edge there, something that sent a shiver down his spine, but before he could shake his head, Bedi leaned in and kissed his cock again. That, and another little ball squeeze, sent a shiver down his spine and short-circuited his thoughts.

"Come on. Let us show you our hospitality," the kobold said. "We haven't had a dragon in forever. Let us admire you. Let us show you how amazing you are. Just for a little while. A day or two. That won't hurt, will it?"

"Well...maybe not..."

"Please?" Bedi asked, both hands coming up, doing some strange combination of crushing and rubbing his sac that Nirimer had never felt before. He didn't know whether to scream or whimper or moan. "Please?"

"Okay, okay. Just...just a day or two."

One day quickly turned to two, then three, then four. They passed so quickly, and down in the tunnels, there was no escape from the musk that permeated the area. The limited water for drinking was scarcely used, barely put to work getting rid of the worst of the filth that built up in other areas, rather than getting rid of sweat and other smells. Every time the agreed-upon stay elapsed, Nirimer was approached by the kobolds - particularly Bedi and Vahro - to stay for a bit longer, and each time, he was unable to help himself. The smell, the stink, and the way that Bedi just whispered sweet nothings while rubbing his sac just made him putty in their hands.

In the last day or so, they'd teased him and nudged him into playing a game with them, one that involved showing off more and being their big dragon. He was made to sit on the throne while they petitioned him like royalty, and he rather liked the way that they stroked his ego. The whole idea of being their 'mighty dragon', their 'great dragon', and more, was something that would have fed the ego of any number of people.

But...

But there was something off about it, and he wasn't sure what. Maybe it was the fact that despite them giving oral petitions, he was the one leaning forward to give some sort of oral? He wasn't sure, but...But he was fairly certain that kings didn't -

"Great one, you...you suck so well...you feel so good..."

But then they complimented him, and Nirimer was more than happy to go with it. After all, he sucked cock and worshiped the nuts of many an orc in the taverns in town. What was the problem of giving the kobolds the same treatment? None, as far as he was concerned, none at all.

With his head swimming and his body high on the scaly musk - hot and warm, just a bit spicy from the kobolds - he kept sucking cock while the rest of the kobolds watched on. The one that watched most keenly was Vahro, the grey-scaled leader, and he was grinning with enough teeth that it made Nirimer itch a little bit to be seen like that. He kept pulling his head back to the kobold making the petition, losing himself in the act of thrusting his lips forward, feeling that stiff little prick working down his throat, enjoying the way that it pinned his tongue in place while oozing pre-cum everywhere.

"Mmpmh...mmph..."

"Powerful dragon."

"Beautiful dragon."

"Sexy dragon."

"Good dragon."

The whispers of the kobolds pushed his praise buttons so well, making him feel like he was doing something good. It wasn't something that he got as often as he'd like, so feeling it now...well, it was something that he wished that he had gotten in town, or when he was with the other people he'd collaborated with in the past.

He was good.

He was still good.

"Mmmph!"

His petitioner came, and Nirimer pulled back, dragging his lips to the head of the shaft and holding there. The soft pulse, pulse, splat of the kobold's load all over his tongue was just as lovely and creamy as it always was, and he took his time to really paint the inside of his mouth with that seed. He pursed his lips, sucked in his cheeks, and trapped it all in his muzzle, swishing it around and grinding it between his teeth to get the full flavor of the nutmilk against every single part of his mouth.

The kobold stepped back, and the ones on the arms of the throne helped him lean back. His legs went up as they continued to do every time, and they leaned in, tapping his cheek with their cocks, rubbing his face with their tips and 'cleaning' him up. That was what they called it, at least; he wasn't sure what it was meant to be, but it was still...some kind of honor, at least according to what functioned as thought in the back of his musk-addled brain.

The scent was enough to keep his head swimming and his eyes glazed, unfocused. He stared straight ahead as Bedi walked up to him, the small kobold rubbing his thighs as he leaned back on the throne. He felt...he felt a little like the times when he had been propositioned by the bigger adventurers, as if he was already on the verge of offering his ass to someone.

Not that it was happening now. They were too small for that. Well, all but Vahro, but he wasn't anywhere close. He still leaned back, legs spread to show off the 'glory' that the kobolds admired on him. He smiled as the two cocks from the sides continued to gently nudge back and forth on his cheeks, cleaning him and leaving behind more of their own musk.

"The dragon looks like he is enjoying his worship," Bedi said, those soft hands rubbing his balls again.

"Mmmph...very much."

"You look so good on your back. Beautiful. Indolent. Lovely."

"Hehehe, you're so nice. And you make my balls...feel good."

His balls felt very good, as a matter of fact. Nice and full and...and needy, too. Had he cum anytime soon? He didn't remember, but they felt as full as if he hadn't. It was a nice feeling, a feeling that he wouldn't mind keeping.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

"Yes. You look good. Very good."

"I'm handsome."

"Better than handsome. Sexy."

"Very sexy," Nirimer agreed.

"Mm. I have a petition for you."

"Right...right, you...petition."

He was supposed to do something with that. Right. Lean forward, work on those balls, that cock. The dragon did so, pulling his legs together and leaning forward, nuzzling under the green kobold's balls and sniffing at them. The heavy musk and sweat that clung to the scales immediately burned any and all questions from his mind, making him feel happy, floaty, and above all, needy.

Needy for cock.

Needy for musk.

Needy for male.

He opened his mouth, tonguing the heavy, greasy sac presented to him. Someone else had shifted his position, pushing him forward just a bit. Just a little bit off the throne, not much, leaving him with his ass up and his hands on the floor. It was an easy shift. He was used to being on all fours.

As he opened his mouth further, sucking on those balls, he could feel that same pressure from behind going under his tail. Not far, just a little, but enough to make him aware of something happening. He tried to turn his head, only for Bedi to grab it and pull his head back to where it was supposed to be.

Against those nuts.

Against that cock.

Yes, that was where he belonged. He huffed a larger lung-full of that musk, taking it down his throat and into his body. His cock throbbed hard, oozing over the throne, but there was something else back there, something collecting the dripping and -

Squelch.

He arched his back as something slipped past his cheeks, right into his ass. It was - yes, much more than a finger, definitely at least a cock, and one that had enough heft behind it to make him feel it. He moaned, his eyes crossing happily as he felt that penetration, and Bedi dropped his cock against the dragon's tongue.

"Come on. Swallow."

"Mmmph..."

"Swallow, that's a pretty dragon."

He slowly closed his mouth, nursing on the shaft as it worked past his lips and into his throat. It went all the way back before he felt something else. A little engorging of the shaft itself followed by a warm rush right down his throat.

His eyes went wide, but only for a moment. The greasy sweat-slime that clung to the crotch scales soothed him, and he was soon smiling again as he breathed in the musk, even as his throat swelled slightly from the pissing cock down inside him. He swallowed, pulling the thin, heated liquid into his guts.

"Such a good dragon. Pretty dragons deserve hot drinks, right?"

"Mmm..."

"Hot drinks with hot piss."

"Mmm..."

"Yes. Good, pretty dragon."

"Good pretty dragon bitch." Vahro, he recognized distantly, but so distantly that he barely understood the voice. "He knows what he needs, and what he is."

"Mmmph..."

"Yes. Keep sucking, keep swallowing. Such a good dragon..."

And as he kept swallowing, he barely noticed how hard he was getting his ass fucked, or how deep that cock was going, or how the other kobolds were starting to look at him a bit differently. All that mattered was being good, pretty, hot, sexy.

More time passed, and Nirimer had gone from just blowing the kobolds to getting fucked by them. He wasn't sure how long it had taken after Vahro had done it the first time to get the others interested in trying their luck, but he had gone from sitting on the throne to being thrown over it. His ass was always pointed toward at least one kobold, and if he wasn't getting fucked under the tail, he was getting face-fucked, or double-stuffed, or spit-roasted, or something else along those lines.

And always, always, always, he was kept happy with the smells around him. The thick musk that clung to the nearly-unwashed kobolds meant that he was always flying high, his head spinning and his sense of right, wrong, good, and bad all completely twisted up. He couldn't think of anything beyond the next dick and the praise that he was getting from Bedi, and the occasional orders that he got from Vahro.

The more that he stayed with the kobolds, the more that he thought that Vahro was a bit more of a dragon than he could ever be. The thought didn't even hurt to have; it was a little embarrassing, sure, but after getting ass-fucked by the shorter, grey-scaled kobold, he found himself more and more admiring the other male, more and more willing to be his servant.

At least, so long as they told him that he was a pretty dragon. He liked that, and needed it.

He took to sleeping under Vahro's arms, his nostrils pressed firmly against the other male's pit scales where he could just suck in the scent all night long. It was calming and arousing at the same time, and he saw nothing wrong with indulging himself with that.

The days passed. He wasn't sure how long he had been in the mines at that point. The kobolds came and went, sometimes all clustered in the 'throne room' that they had created for him, other times going through the mine and leaving him alone with just a few of them. It didn't matter. Either Vahro or Bedi were always there, and they had plenty to tell him, and Bedi was very good at keeping him calm, keeping him happy.

It was some time after, just after Vahro had fucked his ass again and left it filled to the brim with hot, thick cum, that he felt the grey kobold rubbing his balls instead of the green ones. And it was...very different, rougher, with more use of the points of the claws rather than the soft palm.

"You know, these are full of the wrong thing," Vahro said.

"Hnngh?"

"You're a dragon. You're supposed to hoard treasure. But all you hoard is cum."

"...That's...true," Nirimer muttered, struggling to talk with his head all funny and his cock all hard. "But...still a hoard."

"Wrong kind of hoard, though. You should hoard gold, gems. Pretty things, not cum. What kind of dragon are you?"

"A...pretty dragon?"

"Don't you want to be prettier?" Bedi asked, the green kobold walking into view on the other side of the throne. "Come now. You know you want to be the prettiest, hottest dragon, right?"

"Yeah...prettiest and hottest."

"Just for us?"

"Hottest dragon for my kobolds," Nirimer muttered.

"Yeah, you do." Bedi kissed his nose. "How about we do something to help you, hmm? How about we help you get those balls filled with the right things, instead of all the stupid cum that you're not even using?"

"Not...using?"

"You're a pretty dragon to be fucked, but you don't need to fuck, do you? You don't need those balls, not really. Not when your dick never gets any action. Right?" Bedi teased, giving him another kiss.

It was a soft peck, just enough to keep him from immediately responding. All the while, Vahro was rubbing his sac, gently pulling on it, then giving it a hard squeeze. It was almost like what Bedi had done way back when he'd first arrived, except even rougher. It stung, but in a good way, a mind-bending, happy, horny way that made him more and more willing to push his hips back and offer his body up that little bit more.

"Don't you want this?" Bedi whispered. "To be pretty?"

"Nnngh...yeah...yeah..."

"Come on. Let's get you ready."

It was an easy shift of position. He was barely out of the throne for a moment before he was back in it, legs up and tied back to rocks out of sight, while Vahro slipped up to lift his arms and show his pits once more. The shimmering moisture of sweat on those grey scales was almost an addictive invitation, and Nirimer tilted his head back, grinding his nose into that bitter-salty scent, losing himself in it as it slowly took on a hint of something a bit spicier.

As he leaned his head back, huffing the pit smell, he felt various little clawed hands working on his balls. They squeezed, they tugged, they slowly eased his sac further and further down. It was like weights being added to them, and the tight squeeze around the base of his sac was just that much more intense in that moment, particularly as they started squeezing from there to the balls themselves.

"Mmph..."

"That's it. Just give up."

"Nnngh..."

"No need for those balls. You're not using them."

"Not...not using..."

"Better as a purse."

"Better...as a purse..."

"Better as your personal purse for your personal hoard."

He groaned under his breath, sucking in the air as the pressure got stronger. They were putting something sharp against his balls now, something more than a simple paw. Something like claws. Something that was -

"Nnngh..."

There was something new, something hot. He felt the cutting sensation, but he breathed in. The smell of that musk dampened everything, even as he was sure that he was losing something more. The sharpness faded and the heat remained, getting stronger for a moment before fading again. It pulsed through the area between his legs, pain and some sick pleasure alike throbbing through him.

He panted, breathing in more of the kobold's scent, clinging to it as the heat throbbed up again. Something...something was being lifted from his sac, taken out and -

Snip.

He gasped as a familiar weight just disappeared from between his legs. Some part of him could already guess what it was, but it faded quickly, leaving behind nothing but the heat and the pressure of Vahro's pit in his face. He grabbed the grey kobold tighter, huffing and panting as he was smothered once more. The smell of sweat and musk was enough to blank out his thoughts, and that was what he needed most of all.

The way the kobolds laughed was off...but he didn't care. They were taking care of him. They were making him sexy.

More time passed, and healing from his neutering took surprisingly little time. Vahro sealed his sac up with magic that he hadn't realized that the kobold had, and his balls were placed in a jar that was then installed in the throne. It hung over his head, a reminder of what he'd once had and would never have again.

Nirimer might have thought more about that, but the way that the kobolds used him, he didn't have the chance to think. He was either face-down, ass up in front of the throne, getting used by Vahro, Bedi, or whoever the kobolds were favoring that week, or sitting on the throne with his legs spread, asshole leaking, and mouth stuffed full of cock, balls, or even the occasional toes. He became a connoisseur of their various scents, unable to stop himself from thinking about them, comparing them, enjoying them.

But the one that he loved most was Vahro's pit scent, and he continued to sleep under it and beg for it for his rewards. It was unseemly, in some ways, for a dragon to beg a kobold for anything, and yet, he kept doing it. There was something...right about it.

And then, when he was fully healed, Vahro brought it up again.

"Time to turn that sac into a purse," the kobold said, and Nirimer could not spread his legs fast enough.

The kobolds assembled to watch it happen, and Vahro was there with a pouch of shiny gems, pearls, and more, all rounded down and glimmering in the low torchlight of the caves. He held the first one, a large-ish pearl nearly a centimeter across, and rubbed it against the flaccid head of the dragon's cock. Nirimer blushed, but oozed regardless, impotent juices running down his useless cock.

"Heh...in...it goes..."

And with a slight push, it went in. Nirimer gasped as his urethra was stretched wide, his mouth hanging open as the kobold worked the little pearl down with his thumb. Each push along the underside of the dragon's cock worked it a little further in, leaving him huffing and hissing, curling his toes and leaning his head back against the throne. He struggled to breathe at first with how intense it was, but it soon got so much better as it went further, further, further down towards his balls.

The pearl was followed by a circular diamond, and after that, an oval of a sapphire, each valuable stone opening him up and reminding him what his sac, useless and flapping between his legs, had become: a purse. Nothing but a purse for the jewel hoard that the kobolds were putting together.

The weight of the stones helped push them further down, and Nirimer squirmed as they used a little metal rod from time to time to push it deeper. Every so often, the stones bumped against each other, and the dragon whimpered, huffing and puffing as he arched his back from the odd vibrations running through such an intimate place.

But it was the feeling of the first stone reaching his sac that really pushed him over the edge. Nirimer gasped as he felt that first pearl falling in, sagging down through it. He could almost see it, and could certainly feel it as it bulged the scales that had been empty for so long. The other gems followed, and he could see and feel the lumpiness down there, his eyes bugging out and his toes curling from the humiliating pleasure.

"Mmm, good and pretty," Bedi said at his side. "But do you know what would be even prettier?"

"W-what?" Nirimer panted.

"A lock for all those pretty stones."

"A...a lock?"

Bedi pointed, and one of the other kobolds stepped forward with a golden cock cage. It was bedazzled, shimmering and beautiful, and he knew for a fact that if he put it on, he would never be able to get it off.

That...that was more than good enough for him. He nodded, and Vahro nodded back.

"More stones first...then to lock it up forever...forever a pretty dragon boi..."

The End

Summary: Nirimer gets caught by kobolds and is corrupted bit by bit into being their total slut.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Watersports, Castration, Neutering, Dragon, Kobold, Sounding, Empty Sac, Anal, Oral, Musk, Pits, Armpit, Worshiping, Humiliation, Kobolds Domming Dragon, Cum, Orgasm,