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"For the hundredth time," Gnarl shrieked at Kinj, "I don't know where our kit went! I'm just as stark-naked as you are, so SHUT UP! Just shut yer little yappy cock-hole."

"As if you 'kin count ta a hunnerd," Kinj muttered loudly, bold as brass by some change she didn't yet fully understand, "I'm only sayin' it because unlike YOU and your lardy, lazy arse, I'VE_been _looking! I can't even find a way OUT of here!"

"Yeah," Gnarl snapped, "Well... fuuuck you!"

"Oooh, such a witty retort!" Kinj snapped back.

"Oy! Where'd you learn t'talk like that?!"

The argument kept up for several minutes more as the pair searched the great bath chamber yet again, but finding not one stitch of their clothing nor the way back into the treasure chamber which they knew lay just beyond. The gems and coins that lay in the bathing water held nothing more than a passing interest to their greedy hearts, and without pockets they couldn't carry away more than a double-handful plus mouthful at best.

Gnarl quickly gave up the search, bored by Kinj's nitpicking style of investigation and low-voice mumbling, but then became just as bored of sitting around, halfheartedly returning to the fruitless search after all. This she did half a dozen times before Kinj would only glare at her whenever she came near, refusing to continue until Gnarl stopped bothering her. Incensed at the sudden and precipitously bold attitude, Gnarl decided to busy herself in gathering up everything she could into a pile. Before Kinj could give up her search, Gnarl had amassed most every stray article in the bathing chamber.

"I'm gettin' gods-be-damned hungry!" Gnarl shouted before flopping down onto her pile, wiggling around until the coins, stones, and other bits and pieces had more-or-less shaped to her body, "How in the bloody cunting hells does that big lizard ENJOY this?! I tell you, when I get outta here with my treasure, I'm gonna get a bed ten feet deep and twenty wide, all of it silks and down! I'm gonna have servants feedin' me nothin' but roast meat all the damned day."

"Round as a boulder you'd get that way!" Kinj shouted back across the room, "Look 'ere! I think I worked it out!"

Gnarl sprang up, scattering her pile in her haste but not caring at all for it. She darted for her small companion, who stood patiently near the wall furthest from the bathing pool. As Gnarl approached, Kinj gestured grandly to what appeared to be just another wall. Other than the ever-burning braziers and the exquisite mosaic-work, it seemed as ordinary as any other wall. Kinj waited just long enough for Gnarl to begin showing signs of impatience before she rolled a coin she had previously palmed over her knuckles. She then pinched it between her thumb and middle finger, drew back her arm in a swan-necked bend, and snapped the coin at the wall. The effect sent the coin spinning with a buzz, fast as a sling-bullet, smack into the wall with a loud CLINK of metal on stone.

"Very impressive Kinj," Gnarl sneered mockingly, running her hands through the thin fur of her front, "You've discovered what? That was the stupidest..."

Kinj interrupted by snapping another coin at the wall, but much higher this time. Again the coin whizzed through the air, but this time no impact was heard.

"It's a 'llusionary wall ya dolt," Kinj replied condescendingly, "There's a ledge, 'bout six'r-so feet high so ya can't notice. It's a little step for a dragon, but for anyone people-sized..."

"When did you get so smart?"

"Piss off and boost me up there already!" Kinj snapped.

"I'm gettin' right sick of you givin' me orders," Gnarl growled threateningly, her hair standing on end.

"Be sick as you want!" Kinj yelled back, "but give me a gods-damned boost!"

Grudgingly, Gnarl capitulated, lifting the much shorter Kinj up so that she could scrabble onto the ledge behind the false wall. As Kinj's form passed the boundary, the effect seemed to ripple and warp ever so slightly, allowing Gnarl to see clearly where the edges of the illusion met the solid stone. Reaching up, she easily gripped the lip of the stone step and hauled herself up onto it.

The effect fell away as they went in, thin as a gauzy curtain and even less solid. Beyond it was a hallway of rough stone, not very large or long for a dragon or the folk he carried, but a small hike through a tall cavern for Kinj and Gnarl naked on bare feet. The fire-light was not so bright through this hall, allowing Gnarl and Kinj to finally rest their eyes from the relative glare of the bath chamber. But after only a few minutes of hiking, along with a small climb at the end to remind them how far down into the rock they were, they emerged squinting into the dazzlingly bright room of the main treasure hoard.

Even playing in the piles of treasure before had not prepared them to see it again. Eagerly they dove toward the nearest piles, pulling forth trinkets of gold and jewels and enamels and porcelain. Carved gemstones and cameos dripped from their fingers, admired for a moment and cast aside in search of yet more works of beauty. Strings of gems wound themselves around arms, legs, necks, and bodies as the two pulled them forth. A chest, unlocked and thrown carelessly open, revealed gowns and suits of silk and camelhair wool and cloth-of-gold and even what appeared to be spun crystal. These they put on without care to size or tailoring, just to have the feel of clothes again.

The pair played this way, heedless of time or sense, until their stomachs began growling and their strength threatened to leave. Grudgingly, and with great regret, they dropped their latest finds (for Gnarl a pot filled to the brim with golden coins, for Kinj a large box filled with gemstone chessmen) and went off to search for anything like a larder. The dragon, they reasoned, would undoubtedly keep a large stash of food somewhere if only to have something when it didn't feel like going out. Even failing that, their packs with their rations had to be about.

Luck was with them as they quickly located just such a place. A small (for the dragon) chamber off to the side, cleverly worked into the walls to appear like there was no such chamber, held piles and piles of food. Whole goats hung from the rafters and walls of this place, each skinned and cooked. Shelves and benches held huge wheels of cheese and baskets filled to bursting with dried onions, peas, figs, dates, garlic, and sundry others. Small jars among them were full of fragrant spices or vinegar and pickled things. Cask after cask of drink finished off the larder, each bearing the maker's marks of various places throughout the region, many of which seemed to originate from even further off than Gnarl knew.

"Musta carried it in from far and wide," Gnarl mused as she ran her hands over everything in reach, "Far as I know, the big brass dragons don't normally eat this much. Book I read says they can lick the dew off the plants in early morning and live on nothing but that..."

A loud sneeze came suddenly from Kinj who had just pried open a tight-lidded jar that was stuffed with wrinkled black peppercorns. Gnarl's sensitive nose crinkled in disgust as she caught the first whiffs of the sharp spice. Kinj quickly slapped the lid back down as she blasted out a second sneeze.

"Serves you right don't it?" Gnarl sneered, but quickly became distracted by her previous thought, "Can you imagine a tongue like that? Big as he is, but delicate enough to lick dew off leaves? All quick and agile, but nimble and long and..."

Kinj stared in confusion as Gnarl seemed to stare off into space while her hands grabbed at her chest through her dress. As the kobold watched, fascinated and yet uncomprehending, Gnarl let one hand fall to grip at the dress-covered junction of her legs, grinding her hand into her crotch without care. Interested, aroused, but ultimately unconcerned, Kinj sat herself down at a clear space on one of the benched, grabbed out a hunk of the nearby goat-cheese and watched.

"Just think of that tongue, givin' ya a good lickin'," Gnarl moaned as she played with herself. The fabric, soft and warm though it was, was proving to be nothing but in the way. Hastily, thoughtlessly, she shucked off her ill-gotten clothing, casting the rich and delicate fabrics to the larder floor only so that she could more easily reach her needy flesh. Whereas a minute prior she had been at the point of pain with hunger.

Her rough fingers sought out her puffy slit, dragging through the wet folds with abandon as she worked toward release. The other hand squeezed at her breasts, pinching each nipple as hard as she dared. She'd never been so rough with herself before, but after being fucked by a dragon and fisted by a kobold, Gnarl simply didn't care. Where the stamina came from, she couldn't begin to guess or care, right now she focused on raking her fingers over her love-nub.

Kinj, for her part, found herself idly playing at her own crotch as she watched, mesmerized by the spontaneity of this latest bit of eroticism. While she couldn't guess why a tongue had gotten Gnarl so blindly aroused, she wasn't about to pass up a bit of this new fun. That and lacking breasts, her other hand was free to let her eat even as she played.

Gnarl sawed away cruelly, with abandon, panting loudly and curling her toes as she forced herself toward climax. It hit in an instant, spraying the floor with her juices.

"Gods-be-damned," she swore aloud, "I'm fuckin' HUNGRY!"