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Two Halves Make a Whole Ring

By Jakealope

A pair of star-crossed lovers were taking the big leap today.

No, no—not in that way.

Marriage was in the cards for them, yes. The high school sweethearts were planning to spend the rest of their lives together. Still, there was no reason to rush things, even when today marked their nineth year together. Jonathan secretly had the tenth year planned out as the day he'd finally ask for Irene to be his wife, but that was still another year away. What the two had planned on their ninth anniversary was a bit more… promiscuous.

There was no sugarcoating it. The idea was absolutely depraved.

In their hands were two champagne glasses. Nothing seemed odd about the act, nor the contents inside; a clear, fizzy liquid filled three-fourths full, mostly consisting of a lemon-lime soda, but not entirely, as a few added drops of a key ingredient for today's main event had been mixed within…

And then there was the fact of the bulky drake sitting on their living room couch. Dan was Jonathan's friend—sometimes known by the nickname Dirty Dan. His buddy wasn't nicknamed dirty because of how he acted around others, or how perverted in nature he might've been. It was the fact that Dan was, quite frankly, a dirty dude.

He couldn't avoid the fact that he was constantly filthy, nor did he try all that hard to do so. He just stunk. There was no other way to put it; where Dirty Dan went, disgusted faces were sure to follow.

So you'd think Dan wouldn't have any friends whatsoever, and you'd be right for the most part. Dan was a solitary guy. He lived in his own filth, out of the way of civilization. He wasn't a social drake, and he definitely wasn't a popular one. Straight to the point, Jon and Irene were his only true friends. They were the only people to look past the sweat, musk, and general grossness of an aura that surrounded his scale. They were the only two to push past the bad and befriend the goofy, gentle-hearted drake underneath.

Well… that's mostly true. See, you'd think you'd have to either be nose blind or have some way of masking the drake's smell, but Jon and Irene weren't plugging their noses or hiding behind fresh smelling roses, and there was no denying their keen sense of smell. The two kobolds did nothing to stop the bigger lizard's stench from assaulting their noses.

Because they didn't want to.

On a chance first meeting between Dan and Jonathan—inside the college gym in the late, late night, the only time Dan felt it safe to go workout—Jon had struck up a little convo with Dan while the two waited for the torrenting rain to subside. When Dan suggested he'd make a break for his car anyway, Jon convinced him not to, and when Dan thought to find a quiet spot and wait it out, Jon asked the drake to keep him company while the storm passed overhead.

Dan couldn't believe that the little kobold wanted to be near him, let alone talk with him. Everyone always knew to keep a wide berth around Dan, lest you want to be gagging for the next few minutes. Jon must've been new at the gym, so Dan figured he'd let the kobold figure it out himself. It'd take only a few seconds before there'd be some choked excuse before running off in the opposite direction—except the kobold did no such thing. On the contrary, he leaned closer.

He actually leaned closer!

The two talked for forty minutes on that lobby bench. The rain died down after only ten minutes. Never did the kobold so much as make a face, noise, or any other indication that they weren't enjoying the drake's company, until finally Dan had to ask:

“So you're not bothered by my… uhm. You know, the…" He struggled to admit something he'd dealt with all his life, even now.

“Your smell?" the kobold prompted.

“Yeah—my, uh… my smell. It doesn't disgust you? Or make you wanna bury your head six feet under?"

Jonathan laughed. “No. It doesn't." He considered his next words thoughtfully while the rain rattled the roof above. “I won't lie—it is potent. But… I hope this doesn't come off as weird… I kinda like it?"

In that instant, Dan never wanted to let this kobold out of his sight.

“You really mean that? No—there's no way you're for real."

Dan figured that Jon had to be lying, for as much as he tried to keep himself clean back then, a wave of stink lines followed him wherever he went, and a session at the gym always left him with a nasty sheen of sweat on his amber scales. It was impossible not to ignore his rank odor, so how was the kobold managing it?

“Yes way," Jon said with a smile. “It's… really nice, actually."

“…Really? Like, nice enough that you'd be fine hanging around me, without being bothered by how I smell?"

“Yeah. Nice enough that I wouldn't mind that."

So they started hanging out. With Irene attending another college, Jon had plenty of time to become fast friends with Dan. The two were inseparable—a little too much so, actually. Jonathan worried what his girlfriend might think of their friendship, and about how he felt about the drake.

Sometimes he'd make teasing remarks, half-truths that Dan never quite read between the lines on. If he had, he would've realized just how much his stink was driving Jonathan bonkers. The kobold was more than unbothered by the smell; he was, to put it bluntly, frighteningly aroused by the drake's grossness.

Jon felt so bad about hiding the truth, he decided to come clean. A year after befriending Dan, he brought the three of them together. It was a recipe for disaster that he'd planned out in his head several dozen different ways, none of which ended well. But somehow, someway, the stars aligned: Irene hit it off with Dan in the same exact way Jon and him did. In some unbelievable coincidence, Irene had the same reaction towards Dan's condition.

“Holy—Dan smells so good," she admitted to Jon, after they were alone with one another.

“Yeah! I know, I think the same thing about him constantly!" Jon said, excited to share his experiences. “It's like… intoxicating. But I want to say that I've never done anything that would put our relationship in danger. I've kept my hands to myself. I just—I didn't want to make you think I was hiding something from you."

“And that's exactly why I love you, Jon."

So you could say that everything panned out peachy perfect for the trio of good friends!

…

…except, why was Dan sitting on their couch with a questioning look aimed at the two kobolds standing before him, several years later?

Well…

Talks were had, boundaries were drawn out, and agreements were met between the couple. More importantly, a chat was also had with the drake, and during this little chat, a request was made:

“Would you be interested in a threesome?"

The poor drake choked on his tongue the moment the question hit his ears. “Uhh… What—erm… I-I don't know if…I wouldn't want to cause any problems…"

“Come on Dan. We wouldn't be jeopardizing our friendship if Irene and I weren't certain about this."

“Can I… Can I think about this for a bit?" Dan finally suggested, to which the two kobolds agreed, and only a few days later, he came back with an, albeit hesitant, yes.

So began phase two of the trio's relationship: friends with putrid benefits.

Dan was a timid drake at first. It wasn't surprising to Jon and Irene; when everyone has done everything in their power to either repel or avoid your natural body odor, you begin to become accustomed to that reaction. For the longest time, Dan accepted that his body was liked by no one, not even himself, until the two kobolds entered his life. Now he had to break down all the years of habits he'd built.

When Jon or Irene went to nuzzle their snouts into various places on his body, Dan no longer had to feel guilt at putting them through such an ordeal. When they licked and nuzzled into the worst, sweatiest parts he had to offer, he no longer felt the need to warn them or pull away. They introduced him to touches of affection and words of affirmation. They made him feel… normal.

Of course, their relationship was anything but. Jonathan and Irene did have, in some manner, selfish motives. They loved Dan for who he was, but also for how he made them feel. His repulsive body was their playground.

Irene had her preferences and Jon had his. Irene was more interested in Dan's upper body: chest and belly, neck and back, and of course underneath his arms. In contrast, Jon spent most his time below the belt: sheath, testes, anus, and above all was his love for crawling underneath those meaty paws.

And this went on for a few years. The three were inseparable, and still are to this day. Fun times had been had, and as Dan grew more confident and comfortable around his kobold pets—which he'd began referring to them as, after they'd insisted—Jon and Irene began to experiment with more exciting ways to play with their larger and smellier friend.

Today was going to be the magnum-opus of their dirty-minded ideas. It was a plan they'd been planning for several months now, finally ready to surprise Dan with—and just in time for their ninth anniversary, too.

“You ready Irene?" asked Jon.

“Ready as ever," Irene answered, her face lit with giddy excitement.

“How about you Dan?"

“I guess so…" Dan shifted nervously on the couch, a few sizes too small for the larger-bodied individual, but still holding strong. “This really gonna work? And it'll only last a few days?"

“Yup! We'll drink this, shrink down to approximately two or so inches, and last that way through most the weekend and no more. Once we're down to our new sizes, we'll guide you through the few first steps before we begin having our fun."

There was an important detail that Jon neglected to share. He did so on purpose; rather than run Dan off the idea shared between the kobolds, the lovers decided to surprise him instead, thereby choosing to omit that key piece of information: The champagne glasses carried an ingredient not only meant for shrinking down their bodies…

Jon winked to his love, unnoticed by the drake. “Bottoms up, dear."

With entwined arms, Jon and Irene knocked back the concoction in a few quick gulps. The taste of whatever had been added was unnoticeable over the soda's sweetness. Setting the glasses aside and climbing up on the coffee table, the pair of lovers held one another as they waited for the effects to kick in, taking the opportunity to share a passionate kiss while their favorite drake watched from the sidelines.

Dan was the first to spot the changes. It was the slightest of alterations, possibly his mind playing tricks on him, only sure that it was real when another few inches were stripped off their original heights. They really were shrinking away in front of him. Faster and faster they descended in perfect unison. Jon and Irene continued to embrace each other while they dwindled away, the known fact of their shrinking statures only driving them into more of a frenzy, grabbing and groping one another so aggressively.

Half their height vanished away. Then down to a foot, and then not even that. Still further… So incredibly tiny…

They didn't disappear entirely, thankfully. Not far off from doing so, the shrinking effects faded, and the two stood on an endless landscape, with oddly exaggerated shapes in the horizon. The most interesting of those shapes was a familiar but wholly alien face. It rapidly closed the imperceivable distance, growing ever larger and outlandish in the microscopic view. The drake that was previously their friend has ascended to a status of godhood.

Dan's curiosity won out over his hesitations. This was simply amazing. Kobold-shaped ants now stood at the foot of where his friends had been moments before. He could still make their exaggerated movements, but the details of their facial expressions were imperceptible to him.

“So tiny…" Dan rumbled, washing his breath over his two miniature friends.

The gust of air, while not strong enough to be considered a violent gale, was still strong enough to knock them on their butts. The smell alone was to many considered diabolical. He could've scrubbed his teeth and tongue until they were rubbed raw, and still his breath would make the average passerby wish they'd never struck up a conversation with the drake.

Jon and Irene were struck by the sheer overwhelming intensity of his musty words, but they weren't repulsed. It was an adjustment, one they knew would be necessary; one of the consequences of micro-sizing was magnified senses—particularly in sense of smell. Exactly what the lovers wanted. With their newly diminished size, they were now subject to the worst, most filthy scents the drake could muster, and his rank breath was just the beginning.

“Dan! Daaaann! Can you hear us still?"

The tiniest of noises were hardly picked up by the drake's ears. He leaned in closer, angling his head to the pair of micros. There was Jon's voice, squeaky and small and oh so cute.

“Dan, can you grab the paper on the mantle?"

Dan turned to see what his friend was on about. Sure enough, he could spot the white jutting out above the wood mantlepiece. Stepping over to grab it rocked the micros' world—not that Dan noticed, even on his way back. Indeed, the earthquakes he caused were entirely ignored by the titanic lizard, along with the crashing tremor of his ass hitting the couch once more. Jon and Irene held out through the jostling experience with a few bumps and no bruises, thanks to their newly featherweight bodies, and Dan only acknowledged them again when they were back on their feet.

Unfolding the paper to read the contents, Dan recites aloud, “From here on, you'll be in charge of our weekend's worth of fun. The former kobolds Jon and Irene are no longer your friends, but your 'property'. Allow us to demonstrate what we mean by that: place your paws on the table, and we'll take care of the rest. Be sure to have fun with your new toy." Dan questioned whether he read the last part correctly. “Toy—not toys?"

Nevertheless, with a shake of his great head, the drake complied with their requests. With another shaking crash, both his paws were dropped on the coffee table. The micros hopped to it, making their way over to the mountainous feet, breathing in the abhorrent stench as they approached. It caked into their fur before they even touched his. It was a repulsive, all-encompassing musk, and they loved it. Faster they ran to the pillars of paws. With each step, Dan's scent engrained itself into their lungs and minds. This was going to be a great weekend—and they hadn't even gotten to the most wonderful part yet!

Climbing the drake's paws was like traversing a swamp. Oily fur was tough to find a grip on, even when a few inches tall! With all the muck and foul-smelling sweat the kobolds had to push through, getting to the toes left both aching and gasping for breath—a breath that was wholly ruined by the gagging stench coming from Dan's unclean body.

The toxic fumes made Jon and Irene lightheaded, requiring more time to lay and recover, more time to stew in the miasma of Dan's unwashed feet. The two lovers were still having the time of their lives, no denying that; they engaged in a bit of frisky play, holding onto one another as they rolled around between the pits of his left paw, really getting his stink coated into their own fur.

Dan couldn't quite see anything that happened, but he was able to feel everything, and everything felt amazing. He was on a power trip high. He itched to scrunch his toes and batter those bugs with toes that could squash them if so desired. Surely they were already suffering from the smell alone. If only he could see and hear their struggles in real time, but that'd mean getting too close to his own paws—something even his nose-blind snout couldn't avoid being repelled by. How those two managed to enjoy themselves down there was a mystery to the drake.

But even their enjoyment between his paws had to be cut short.

“Time to get a move on, darling," whispered Jon, even though the giant had no chance of hearing their conversation. Irene nodded once in agreement, one final kiss on her lover's cheek.

They could feel the changes setting in: the touch of fur was no longer as pleasantly soft, and their bodies began to shine of a material not organic in nature. They needed to get in position quickly or else risk spoiling the plans they'd prepped months in advance. Stepping up to his big toe, they climbed the shorter distance to the joint just before the meat of his large bean. Each straddled the joint with their bodies as best they could, their limbs resisting movement more and more now, and grabbed firmly onto the ankles of their partner.

It seemed just in time; the changes were fully taking effect now. In a minute's time, Jon and Irene would be no longer. Just as they'd written in the note for Dan, soon there'd only be a toy left to play with for the weekend.

Jon felt his hands and feet merge with Irene's, and she felt the same rush of sensations. Two bodies becoming one. Two halves becoming whole. Their bodies hardened and smoothened into a shapeless rubber that encircled the drake's toe. More and more their new bodies stiffened and smoothed out, getting tighter and tighter around the putrid flesh they'd be entrapped around for hours to come.

“What the hell…?"

Dan could hardly understand what he was seeing. One moment he felt his friends toying around with his toe, the next… there was only a toy. A rubber ring of red and violet. It was a dashing vibrancy against his muted gray scales. The ring hugged his toe tightly but comfortably. It was a perfect little toe ring, really.

“You guys really were up to no good…" Dan flicked a claw at the rubberized ring that had once been his two closest friends. At least they seemed to be made of quality material. “Heh. Of all the places to end up stuck around, and you chose my toes? Kobolds are the weirdest little critters… but I suppose it could be worse," he said, patting the tent in his pants.

From the couples perspective, there could be hardly anyplace better than around the musty drake's toe. With senses intact, they experienced the brunt of his wretched odor, and it was nothing short of their wildest hopes and dreams. The looming face of Dan smiled down at them and made comments about their newly pathetic figure, all while they drank in the sweat and oils of their new owner.

That's exactly what they both were. They thought the same realization, at the same moment in time. They were his. Dan was their owner, and they were another piece of his property. He could do whatever he wanted to them, whenever he wanted. Ignore them, stuff them into a sock and shoe for hours and hours on end, cake them in layers of sweat and greasy grime they'd be unable to do anything about. For the remainder of the weekend, they had no say on their own wellbeing. They were in the drake's claws now.

Well, claw—a ring couldn't fit around more than one digit at a time, unfortunately. A ring couldn't do anything at all besides sit tight around the meaty toe of the giant. Sit tight and stew in the haze of their mind-bending reality. A dream come true, now visible in their tiny perception of the new world they lived in. The two lovers would remember this moment most vividly—the sights and scents of this momentous occasion would be something never forgotten.

For Dan, the moment would perhaps be lost to him after a month's time. After all, their life-altering transformation meant little difference to his unaltered self. A single addition of cheap jewelry wouldn't be anything but a fleeting interest in anyone's life. Being that he knew the toe ring was something more than a simple piece of décor made no real difference. There was only so much attention he could offer an inanimate piece of rubber hugging the lowest part of his body.

In fact, it only took fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes before he was onto the next thing, completely forgetting the two he smothered between his sweaty pads. Another hour before he was engrossed in other activities: watching television, browsing social media, helping himself to whatever snacks he found in their fridge. He played off his casualness so well. Nowhere to be, nothing to be done. No worries whatsoever… especially no worries for his kobold friends and what they were being put through.

Another few hours later had the drake out like a lightbulb on their couch. His body slouched over the entirety of the sofa, weighing down the thin cushions with his disgusting scales. He twitched and jerked in his sleep, marking the threads with long gouges from his sharp claws—not that what damage he did mattered to the toe ring situated around his fat digit.

Dan woke the next morning in a pool of his own drool and crumbs and grime. It only took a single night for him to ruin the once-pristine piece of furniture. Dan looked at the couch with a shrug, because it wasn't a problem for the drake. The kobolds' property was certainly something he would usually respect—but they weren't around anymore. He didn't have to be extra careful not to leave a smudge behind. He didn't have to think about the odor that might linger from his extended stay. He didn't have to consider anything he normally would tiptoe around, because the kobolds' attentions were disposed elsewhere—on him.

And Dan had a thought that morning: since his body was now their playground, why not let their home be his playground? With nothing to hold him back—especially not the kobold-infused ring that stuck to his fat toe—he was free to do as he pleased.

So all it took was fourteen hours in total for the drake to completely disregard the previous lives of his dearest friends. Years of bonding and intimacy, reduced to a single ring covered in his own filth. The red and violet rubber poking out from between his disgusting paws was the only thing to remind Dan of their presence… until he threw on some stained socks and went about his daily routine with their new form stuffed tightly into some beat up kicks.

The weekend came and went. The ring remained where it was, snug around Dan's digit. The potion would've worn off… if he ever took off the ring. The two lovers miscalculated just how uncaring the drake was of their livelihood—no, not even uncaring. They'd wanted this, and he knew that. He was doing exactly what he thought they'd want him to do. He kept his two closest friends close, just like they'd confided to wishing for so long, but not with forever in mind; a weekend turned into a week thereafter, then another week beyond that…

They never escaped that paw, never moved beyond a few micro adjustments made for the sake of comfort. And finally when they were slipped off nearly a month later… nothing happened. They didn't change back. Their long-term stay must've corrupted the potion's effects. No longer was their transformation reversible. They were sentenced to a lifetime as a piece of stiff, colorful ring of rubber, slowly worn down by the soiled sweat of their once-friend.

More months rolled by. The kobolds previous lives slowly faded from their failing grasp, overtaken by the putrid thoughts that steamed between his vile toe-claws. Dan forgot about them too; he remembered their companionship and enjoyed their home as his own, and of course he appreciated the kind gift he wore day in and day out, but never did he consider them as any more than distant memories to fondly consider for a fleeting moment. Jon and Irene couldn't blame him…

…After all, who'd ever give any thought to a toe-ring?