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"Did you hear? Grand-chief is going to give a speech tomorrow at half-rise sun." Lank tried to temper his voice, but most would still hear him clear as day.

"Yeah, I wonder what's up with that? Did something happen with the humans again?" Burly's reply wasn't too quiet either.

"Bah, I don't really like those softskins. Can they make up their mind saying 'fuck me' at tense moments only to get angry when we make a move?"

"Yeah!"

The burly dragon puts a hand to his chest and breaks out into song. His low baritone rumbles barely amount to hitting a tone. His tall and slender kin joins him soon after. The shrill falsetto voice is so high, it breaks the common hearing range.

"We just want to take off the pressure~

With cold-hearted pleasure~

For stress there's no better measure!"

Their individual singing is atrocious, but at least their harmony fixed the off-tune singing a little. Emphasis on little.

"Ha! Love that song! We should sing it some more."

"Nah, I wouldn't want to bother the others so much this early in the morning."

Burly turns around and looks straight at the corner I'm peeking from. Did he notice me?

"Come on Runt! Don't be shy! We're brothers after all!"

"Brothers? But we aren't related." I inch myself away from the corner, pleading to the fiery sky that they would leave me alone.

"Of course we aren't! But you're still part of the tribe, just like everyone else!" Burly beckons me to come over. No point in hiding anymore.

I drag my feet over towards the imposing men. I try to avoid eye contact as much as possible, I don't want them to get the wrong idea. My butt still hurts from giving Tread a wrong look.

"Come on! Why so gloomy?"

Why would Grand-chief summon us all for a speech tomorrow? I was spying on these two to keep my ass safe, but now I need to come up with a very convincing lie…

"You alright Runt? You're awfully quiet."

"I heard that…. that Grand-chief is stepping down."

"Stepping down?!" The two dragons scream in chorus. So they actually can sing.

I give them a look, and they get the hint as they lower their voices and hunch over to get into the juicy, whispering gossip.

"He is getting on in years. That tracks." Burly remarks.

"When did he last summon someone for a good fuck?" Lank wonders.

"Ngh, he's so good. It's been ages since he last railed me. Last time was a week ago, I think?"

No wonder the humans find the atmosphere in our village awkward. It's sex this, aftercare that. I don't know how Grand-chief keeps them in line, but our tribe is still functioning at the very least. Such a shame those resources get dwindled on carnal activities.

"I still remember that one time where he let me put my dick into his slit and allowed me to fuck

it."

"And it fit? Ahahaha! You've got some growing to do, Lank"

"Ooh, it was so hot. His flesh enveloping my dick and his hot rod gliding along mine!" "You didn't hold out for long then." Burly notes.

"Ah, we both came pretty quickly. Even thinking about it gets me horny."

Lank's slit is already puffing out with his erection, and I think I can see some fluids leaking out. No! Focus, Runt!

"He-he really did that?" I never knew that Grand-chief was this experimental. Still, he wouldn't waste his time with me. I've got better things to do.

"Makes me wonder how hot a new Chief would be." Lank nudges me for a response.

"I… I don't know if a different chief is good for us… I don’t even know a suitable replacement…”

"Nonsense!" Burly says with a big grin painted on his face, "I know someone who's got a good head on his shoulders, is compassionate, and makes for a good fuck buddy. If he's in the mood."

He nudges me as well. "Ey, ey?"

"I don't know who you're talking about."

"Why don't we have a good fuck to get those thinking juices flowing~?" Lank proposes.

Immediately, the temperature in the air rises as my face turns red. "What?! I-I can't! You're too big, and I'm just!"

"Come oooon, you're so cute!" Burly chimes in.

Last time someone fucked me in the ass, I couldn't work for a day. I holed myself up in my hut and avoided all contact. It was so embarrassing, not being able to contribute to the tribe.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't."

"Hm… There's always a next time."

"I… Need to check the inventory." There's my default excuse again: the stockroom is always in disarray, giving me a convenient out if I ever need to dodge an uneasy conversation. I hurry towards the place where I can do my chores in private.

---

Burly crosses his arms, watching the little dragon run away. "He needs a confidence boost." "He'd be sooo much better off if he did." Lank chimes in.

"Heh… Hm…"

"You're thinking, Burly? That's quite unlike you.."

"Runt seems to know something, and I want to know what... I think we should pay Grand-chief a

visit."

The Grand-chief's hut is hard to miss. It towers over the other dwellings, its ornate design contrasting heavily against the dull browns and grays of the simple huts dotting the village.

Lank and Burly stand outside, drinking it all in. A musk clings to their nostrils, inviting them in. But they had to fight that urge, as the guard, Stout, already went inside and informed the Chief of their wanting an audience. It's awkward, their erections growing with every passing second, making them sweat with anticipation and adding their own musk to the beguiling cocktail.

Stout comes into view again, huffing and puffing. No doubt reeling from the wall of natural perfume inside.

"The Chief is surprised by your appearance, but he happens to have time for you. You may proceed inside."

The two dragons thank the guard and proceed into the hut. With each passing step, their breathing becomes more belabored, their loincloths at risk of snapping at any moment. Locked into a trance of musk from which only the Chief could free them from.

The Chief of the village could be described in no other words than grand. His cocky grin reflects his attitude: a cocksure leader with a visage to match. Standing a good two heads taller than even Lank, and with musculature wider than burly, the dragon domineers over everyone in the village. His horns add to his height, being another head tall. Even in the low light of the torch-lit room, his golden scales glitter with a dazzling hue, memserizing anyone who as much as glanced at him.

"Ah, you two make a nice pair." The hulking Grand-chief lounges in his chair, amused by the two dragons who are about to burst. His mighty frame shakes lightly as a chuckle leaves his square jaw, supported by a hand the size of a dinner place.

"Speak, before your nethers do it for you."

"Y-y-y-y-yes, chief!" Lank stammers. He tries to search for his words, but the musk distracts his mental faculties. Confused noises are the only things leaving his mouth. The Chief shifts to sit upright, his tail now impatiently tapping against his throne.

"Today please, I have important matters to discuss tomorrow, and it will be quite the event."

“We’ve heard that you’re appointing a successor tomorrow. Is that true?”

The chieftain launches out of his chair with a force which would demolish furniture crafted by any lesser carpenter. His stature eclipsing Lank and Burly.

"WHO TOLD YOU THIS?!!"

The light in the room grows darker as the Grand-chief dominates the view of the two lesser dragons, his frills and hair stand on end, while his fangs threaten to rip the throat out of anyone who would dare to act out of line.

"It was- I-It-it was!" The two stammer over each other. The Grand-chief's eyes slit as his muscles grow taught, ready to launch.

"RUNT! It was Runt!" the two scream in a terrified chorus.

Light spills into the hut again, as the Grand-chief relents. His muscles relax and he seats himself back onto the throne. As he sits down, he graces the two with his sultry voice.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"He was spying on us this morning!" Burly blurts out.

"Yeah, he was giving us awkward looks from a distance. I don't know what he was doing. Do you know why he was there?" Lank turns to address Burly.

"How should I know?"

"Hm… So he came to the conclusion himself." the Chief interrupts the two bickerers. They violently nod their heads to absolve themselves from repercussion.

"Well, because the cat is already out of the bag, I will put my plan into motion sooner. And you two will help me out with this"

"Gladly sir!"

"Just give us the word!"

"I want you two to go out to the other villagers and enact the following plan…"

Burly and Lank listen attentively to the Grand-chief's words, but there is some uncertainty: "And we can't let Runt know of any of this?"

"That is correct."

"But how, Chief? Won't it be incredibly hard to keep a secret from one person, while the entire village is in on it?"

"That's your problem now, not mine. But don't worry." The grand dragon puts his claws behind his head, thrusts his chest out and unleashes his armpits. "You will be rewarded."

The odor intensifies as there's no escape for Burly and Lank. Their knees buckle as the male pheromones hit them head-on. Bereft of any decency, they scream and moan. Ripping each other's clothes off to satisfy their respective needs. A torrent of cum paints the floor white as the loincloths of the two can't prevent the spillage of their fluids.

"Sir, I heard yelling outside, is everythi-" Stout's eyes glaze over as he too is hit with the full brunt of Grand-chiefs musk. He scrambles to rip his loincloth off and comes on the spot, adding to the flood the other two lesser dragons already produced.

Grand-chief puts his arms back to give the three some air. The cum is still gushing from his audience, indicating that their mental faculties aren't quite there. He eventually gets their attention by clearing his throat, piercing the addling spell.

"That was only a whiff of my scent. If you two want to experience it all, I'd recommend you two to inform the others. On the double."

Lank's and Burly's faces see red as they race out of the tent, cum trailing behind them.

Grand-chief orders Stout back to his place, who, despite his protests, eventually returns outside.

Thus, the Grand-chief is left alone again, giving him ample time to prepare for the inauguration of Runt tomorrow. "Hm… I knew he had a good head on his shoulders, but I never expected Runt to be this perceptive… Just thinking about him makes my scales shudder. You will be mine to shape, make you fit to rightfully rule this place… Under me"

---

Just as I put back a basket, a loud knock intrudes my silence. "Come on, I know you're in there!" With a loud sigh, the person almost knocks the door off its hinges by forcing it open. In the opening to the storeroom stands Niff. He's of average stature, especially compared to Lank and Burly. Sights deceive though, as a manly stink filters into the room, its potency only being outdone by the Chief. And rightfully so.

"Runt! Get outside! A softskin wants our stuff again!" "You mean a human trader?" I reply.

"Yeah, sure." No interest in semantics, typical. "Need help with that money thing again?" He motions his head towards the human money counter machine. It's heavy, but it makes keeping the money so much easier.

"That would be great! I hope they have something interesting this time! I made a lot of money when another trader came by. They really like our bread! They say that it's much tastier than the stuff they can get from human breadmakers! You should've seen how many coins they pulled out! It was a whole pile!"

"I don't know what you see in those sparkly disks. You can't even use them as jewelry!" Niff scoffs.

"Bah! They're a medium which allows us to trade for anything they have! If I play my cards correctly, I can march up to their human settlement and get fresh meat for everyone twice over." "Ooh, fresh meat, you say. I like them hot and steamy, you know." Niff purs.

"I mean the kind you eat." I answer flatly.

"Eat out?" He says with a toothy grin.

"*Sigh* You're all a one-track mind."

"Well, we could change the subject if it bothers you that much. We could talk about the juicy rumors." He lowers to my level and hangs his face in front of me. "For example, Grand-chief has been slowing down these days, and people say that he's stepping down…"

"Who did you hear that from?"

He cracks a smile, and his loincloth grows taut.

"Burly, of course. And he heard it from you. It's spreading like wildfire." His eyes slit and his tongue flickers in and out, tasting the scales on my face. "Everyone is getting excited over it. I can't wait to trial the new chief."

In the small room, the heat rises and the musk grows thicker. He's getting incredibly worked up over this. But why here, of all places? With me? It doesn't make any sense! I should change the subject before I get fucked in the ass again: "Shouldn't we hurry to the human? He's still waiting for us, you know."

He pulls back and scoffs. "Spoilsport."

Despite Niff's behavior, he helps me escort the money-safekeeper to a horse-drawn cart. On top sits a naked-skinned creature, buried in cloth: a human, as expected. Male, most probably, as he lacks the weird flesh humps on his chest. He looks off into the distance, but notices us standing in front of him soon enough.

"Took you guys long enough." He mumbles, barely audible.

He hops off and rights himself. He wafts his hand at Niff, who doesn't respond in the slightest. I waft both hands back to acknowledge the customer.

"Welcome to our humble village! Excuse my kin, he isn't accustomed to your sort. And trade is not his strength."

"Yeah, he's strong alright. That's a heavy register you guys have there." Niff drops it on the ground, just as the trader mentions the object.

Sigh "Niff, I know it's heavy, but that doesn't make it any sturdier, you know. One day it's going to break if you manhandle it like that."

"Manhandling… Now that's my fort Tay!"

"Can't you just… Ugh, just keep an eye on us while I hammer out a trade? It would make the conversation less awkward."

"Heh, it's funny how a kobold like you can command these big dragons."

"K-k-k-k? Kobold?"

"Yeah, the dragons here are weird. They're only interested in the pleasures of the flesh. It's actually ironic that their servant is more interested in riches."

Am… Am I really that insignificant? A dragon so small that he could pass for a servant? Only able to fulfill the basic desires of others?

The air grows pungent as scales block my view. Niff is standing in between us. "I'd shut your trap if I were you." He takes a step forward to emphasize his point.

"Come on! Can't you see how small he is?" Niff takes a step. "I was just joking!" Another step. "And look how much he's cowering away from me! There's not a single dragon bone in his body!"

He drops his arms, balling his claws into fists. "You've got quite some guts challenging me. Runt is just as much of a dragon as the others are. You will either respect him, or I will snap you in half!" His words are backed up by an annoyed growl.

It is now the human's turn to cower away. "I… Uh… This isn't conducive to good business!

Please don't eat me! You'll scare the other traders away!"

"You're much too bony, smoothskin! Now get a move on, before I take a bite out of your horse!"

A shriek leaves the trader's mouth. He runs to his carriage and tugs his horses to attention. He mushes the hoofed four-feeters and disappears in a dust cloud set for the city.

As it settles, Niff turns to me.

“Well, that was quite the situation. You alright, Chief?”

"Huh? What did you say just now?" Did I just hear him right?

His face shoots with a quick pang of dread, "Ah, sorry, I misspoke. I'll put that register somewhere where you can get to it easily, no sweat."

"You can put that right down. Chief wants to speak with you." Out of his hut comes a dragon with pronounced feet and wicked claws. His feet stomp without meaning to, reinforcing his footfalls.

"Something the matter, Tread?"

"You don't need to know, Runt. This is between the Grand-chief and Niff. His actions just now jeopardized the village and he will face the consequences."

"Wait. No! It was only a minor slip-up!"

"Chief. Now." I've never seen Tread act like this. Niff must have done something seriously wrong! "If I were to show you any mercy, the Chief would make me share your punishment." Niff's eyes glaze over as the gravity of the situation sinks in.

"Now move, before I have to do so by force."

For a brief moment, fire flashes in Tread's eyes. But the situation has attracted more attention as more villagers converge on Niff, with equally stern looks on their faces. Niff hangs his head low. "I understand. I'll come willingly."

"Don't worry Niff, the Chief is usually nice!" He murmurs something in response. "And I can vouch for your actions!"

"You need to head back to your hut. No detours. The situation just now was perilous, and we don't want any further accidents." "Bu-" I try to interject.

"No buts! Just go!" Tread roars. He means business, so I quickly make myself scarce. With Tread's sudden outburst the crowd disperses.

The sun has already moved to low-set. Red light filters through my window, bringing a red hue to the human tools strewn about in my hut. I lie in bed as my worries catch up to me. The whole situation with the trader blew away the final vestige of my self-esteem. Niff was very heroic by getting in between me and that softskin, but I don't understand why he was immediately called away. Was it really his own actions, or was there something I caused? And why did Tread act so sudden and harshly? The situation was resolved, after all. And to top it all off, he put me on impromptu house arrest! Was he even allowed to do that?

The red light in the room turns darker as the sun sets, turning to bright-start night. There were still many questions left unanswered, and I eventually worried myself to sleep.

---

The new morning greets me with some incredibly bright light. The light sleep did not do me any favors. Still, I get out of bed relatively fast. It was only low-sun, so I had some time to myself until Grand-chief would give his speech, giving me ample opportunity to see how Niff is doing.

I found him not too long after, in front of his hut. He seems to be thoroughly out of it, staring off into the distance, not even noticing my approach. An incredibly pungent smell reaches my nostrils as I get closer to Niff. His scent is barely noticeable beneath the powerful odor of someone else. It's got to be the Chief's. What was his punishment?

"Uh, morning Niff, how was your talk with Grand-chief?"

"What?" His eyes light up with a flicker of recognition as he rights himself. But it doesn't spark a firmer response, as he slouches forward again. "Uh, it went okay, I guess?"

"You… Sure? It sounded like he wanted to punish you."

"We had a good talk, but nothing special happened." Niff, still staring off into the distance, doesn't seem much for talking, judging by his answer.

"So…"

He jolts up: "You know what, I remember I have some chores to do. See you at the meeting!"

He dashes inside his hut, almost getting his tail caught in the door on the way in. Something definitely happened between him and the Grand-chief. But the question is what…

"Heeeey, Runty!" It's Lank, with Burly in tow. They are both in good spirits like always, but they seem to have a lingering scent cloying to them… Smells like… The Grand-chief? Again?! Is he actually making up for lost time?

"Why the long face little guy?" Lank prods. "Did Niff do something?"

"No, it's just that he didn't say anything. It's quite unlike him. Especially after what happened yesterday…"

The two give each other a knowing look before speaking: "It's probably nothing." Burly shrugs.

"Yeah, when he left the Grand-chief's tent, he seemed to be fine." Lank chimes in.

Burly thinks for a bit before he speaks: "Maybe it's the nerves. He seems to be a fine candidate for succession."

"Really? I thought you would prefer Lank as Chief." I say, giving him a questioning look.

"Him? Responsible?" Burly says with a laugh.

Lank elbows him in response: "Hey!"

Burly turns towards Lank. "Look, it's the truth."

"That doesn't make it less hurtful, you know!" "So… Why Niff?" I ask the both of them.

Burly needs a moment to speak. Did I catch him off-guard or something? If he really thought that

Niff would succeed the Grand-chief, he'd have some arguments ready. Lank elbows him and

Burly begins to speak: "Right, uh…. Niff has a strong personality, and uh…" "And he smells nice!" Lank interjects.

"Right, uh, yeah! I didn't know how to put it! Thanks, Lank!"

That gets me thinking: "I saw that during the situation with the trader, however… He seems a little too aggressive to me."

"Uh… Well…" Burly stammers, with Lank suddenly coming in to give an answer: "A leader needs to stand up for the people, you know!"

"And cause trouble for everyone else?" I observe. "Who doesn't cause trouble every once in a while?" "Grand-chief," I answer.

The two stand there, flabbergasted. I knew it. They gave the new Chief very little thought. They stammer over each other for a better answer, but they've already got it in their head that Niff should succeed the Chief.

"Hey, you three! The speech is going to start any moment now! I'd go to the plaza, if I were you!"

---

The plaza bustles with so many dragons in a tight space. Up on the podium, Stout stands guard, looking more nervous than usual. I guess he isn't used to big crowds. The Grand-chief stands at the front and motions to silence the crowd. As the murmurs ebb out, he speaks.

"As I stand here today, it brings a smile to my face that the little group of friends I led to break off from my previous tribe has grown into a greater kinhood! Through thick and thin, toils and troubles we persevered and came out stronger!"

He lifts a fist into the air and continued: "So let me hear the roar of our great tribe! Announce our rightful place on this dodecahedron!" The gathering breaks out into a great roar, which devolves into praise for the Grand-chief:

"That's our Grand-Chief!"

"Fuck you Chief!"

"We love you!"

"I'd lift my tail for you any day!"

A blush grows on the imposing dragon, but he composes himself and calls attention to himself again. "Brethren! I called you all out here for a special announcement! It has been aeons since our humble village became so much more! Yet, the years grow heavy on me…"

The murmurs amongst the crowd grow louder, but the Chief quickly stifles the discourse by continuing: "Before I grow too old and dilapidated, I have decided to let you choose my successor! Right here! Right now!"

The murmur grows louder and louder, until Grand-chief screams at the top of his lungs: "Now let us come to a vote! Let the name of the one who shall succeed me sound through the village!"

The crowd is silent until I hear many names being shouted. I yell out Burly’s name, but there are so many names that none of them wins out. The shouting of random names goes on for a while until I hear someone yell a familiar name:

"Runt!"

"Ruuuuunt!"

"Runtyyyy!"

Why did someone yell my name? Why would they ever do this? Was this some kind of sick joke? Just get a rise out of me? The other names slowly fade out as more and more dragons yell my name. The singular name grows louder and louder until only my name roars to the forefront. I try to shrink away in the crowd, but it’s inescapable.

The Grand-chief has heard enough and silences the crowd: "The people have spoken! Runt! Come on over!"

No. No, no, no. This is wrong! I'm not like the others! I'm just a runt! Anyone. Anyone else should come up there! I try to hide, but get pushed by my much larger tribe mates. I try to fight at first, but they push me towards the podium, and help me up the elevation.

I'm faced with the much larger Grand-chief. He inspects me for a moment and then he speaks

: "The humble, yet strong Runt."

"I-I'm not that strong." I try to rebut.

"Don't discredit yourself. Be proud. You're a dragon!" I'd better not get into an argument with the Grand-chief, right here and now, where everyone can see me.

"Despite hardships, you accrued wealth for our village, insuring us against hunger. You're always a critical thinker and show compassion to others! Those are the qualities we look for in a leader!" He turns me around, making me face the crowd.

"Let's hear it for our new leader! Runt-chief!"

"Runt! Runt! RUNT!"

"Runt-chieeeeef! Runtyyyy!" "Runt-chief!"

"I will have to borrow our new Chief, so that he may become the greatest leader our tribe has ever known! You are all dismissed!"

A bigger roar ensues, as the Grand-chief leads me off the podium, with Stout in tow. He hurries me away, before the crowd can smother me.

---

The Chief's tent. I've only been here once or twice, but Chief's cloying scent is oh so familiar. There's usually trouble brewing if he lets someone in. But this time, it's for a wholly different reason.

"So the people have chosen you, huh? That's an interesting turn of events." He sits on the farthest edge of his throne, tail swishing in keen interest.

"Grand-chief, why are you doing this?"

"Because the people wanted it."

"But Grand-chief-"

"You can just call me Grand," he rebuts. "You're the Chief now."

A chill goes down my spine. I'm the chief now. Runt-Chief. It's such a responsibility. I lead the tribe now. So many possibilities, leading the other dragons to greatness.

"But first, we need to inaugurate you."

"You didn't do that during the ceremony yet?"

"Oh, no Chief." Another tingle down my spine. "You need to be paid your dues and see for yourself what power your position demands."

He bends down and peers into my eyes. His musk is overwhelming this close. It's one of the many reasons why Grand-chief is so beloved by so many. His hot breath warms my face as he speaks.

"You will make a great Chief. And I'm glad that I will set you off on your journey."

The much greater man, with his grander size, and muscles, much more confidence and musk, drops to his knees and starts feeling me up. His warm hands feel my cold scales, sharing his heat with me and making me red in the face. His slow caressing inspects my whole body. Dull claws, toothpick arms, flabby belly, tiny legs, and a loincloth that isn't even moved by my growing erection.

He stoops so low just to satisfy me. But there's nothing to see. Not anything to find. And still he wants me. There's that one thing that the others at the meeting saw in me as well. It makes me-

I stretch upwards towards his face. I want him to be mine. He pulls me in closer. I grow hard as his muscles wrap themselves around me. I grab his face and force my tongue into his mouth. He doesn't put up any resistance.

His eyes slit and his tongue pushes back. He allows me to explore his mouth. Feel his enormous teeth and their sharpness. The depths of his maw. It takes a solid minute before he breaks the kiss, leaving me panting. But also wanting. For more.

His eyes slit in response: "Yeeeesss, that's it. Embrace that feeling."

He knows what I want, as his tongue fills my mouth again. Allowing me to explore his greater depths. He continues exploring my body at a much slower rate. He travels up the length of my arms, explores down my torso.

I groan, not wanting this to stop, but he has other plans. His length retracts from my mouth, as he seems awfully pleased with himself. “There we grow, big guy.” What?!

The spell on me lifts as I stand at eye level with the Chief.

"So, how does it feel?" he coos.

"Whu- What?! Chief! How did you get this small?"

He smirks. "You got taller, Chief."

I look down and nearly fall over my own two feet. He's right. I am much taller now. I'm still my lanky old self, but I now stand much higher. Did I do something to Grand? Did he do something to me?

"I uh… I need to go!"

"Sure thing, Chief. You still need to adjust to your new position," he says with a chuckle.

"Yes! That's it! And I need to do so in private!" I dash out of the hut and make a run for it.

"He grew so much with that little… We're going to get some fireworks…"

---

My longer legs don't make running any easier. I stumble over my own two claws so many times that I wonder if I were faster before I grew. Despite that, the stockroom comes closer in sight. None other than Niff is loitering around. Fuck, that's not what I need right now. He looks up at me, seemingly snapped out of his daze. Think, think, think, what would a Chief do in this situation?!

"I need some help sorting the stockroom. If you decide on loitering, you might as well help me out"

"Why? Grand-chief never had us sort the place. Besides, you've always done a good enough

job"

Crap, he's going to find me out!

"Uh… Because it's more efficient! With me being Chief, I can dedicate less and less time to keeping the place sorted. Besides, we can get our stuff much faster and trade easier with the humans."

"Eh, we always manage to find what we want." He says with a shrug.

Think Runt think

"Well, it's a good workout for those muscles. Gotta keep yourself in shape!"

He gives me a grand grin: "Ah, I see. So that's how it is. Sure, Runt-Chief! I will give you a slice of the action!" He gives me a wink and strides inside.

"That's not what I meant…"

Why did I even say that in the first place? Did I… Did I actually want that deep down?

"You're going to stand there, or what? You're the one in charge here, you know!"

"Uh, yeah, coming right over!"

I trip on the threshold on my way in, but just before I fall flat on my face, Niff catches me. He lifts me right up to my feet. "Be a bit more careful. We don't want our pretty Runt-chief to get all scuffed up now, do we?"

"You're acting differently from yesterday." I note.

"Because you weren't this hot before." He purrs.

I nearly jump out of my scales. "Excuse me?!"

"Come now, you slender piece of meat." "You're mistaken!" I protest.

"But you're so tall and boyish. And…" His breathing suddenly gets heavier. Something is up.

"And what?"

"I smell a scent I've never smelled before. Such a robust musk of pine, wood, and a whiff of sweat."

"Isn't that gross?"

"What others call gross, I call complex~" He works himself up by feeling himself. He's huffing. "And really fucking hot."

"I… need to be somewhere else."

"Oh, come now. There's a virile hunk of a male feeling himself up and offering himself to you. Is the first thing you do is turn tail?"

This doesn't add up. Why does he think I'm attractive? He's the one with the smells! I'm just aNo. I'm not a Runt anymore, I'm the chief. I've got to take responsibility. The language they speak here is sex. Everyone is always talking about it, never letting the subject off their minds. I was always afraid of the consequences, and now I'm the one who can take charge.

My claws slide over his body, feeling the soft scales on his belly. I explore the peaks and valleys of his abs and pecs. Squeeze them here and there to get a feel for what kind of man he truly is. This close to him, I can smell it, his aroma is truly something. But there's more. Something more demanding, something more interesting I can smell, but I can't put my finger on it. It's so all-encompassing that I can't escape the musky perfume that cloys to my nostrils.

"First time, big guy~?"

I grunt back, actions do the speaking for me as I pull him closer, hunting for that scent. This close I can smell his scents, but somehow it is… Lesser than the musk I smell. Dwarfed by a greater power somewhere in the room. My snout digs into his neck, but the only thing I get is a bigger whiff of his own scent and some of Grand's own aroma. My tongue slides over the smooth scales of his neck to get a taste of the scent I hunt, but I can't find it on him. Feeling them scrape over my tongue is something I never thought I'd feel.

"Guh…." Niff grunts under me. Just as lost as me in the search for this scent.

My breaths become heavier as I go over all the options. It couldn't be Lank, it couldn't be Burly. And I already ruled out Grand and Niff. My nose fills with that heavy and complex smell. I let him go and smell my hand. Just to be certain that it isn't him.

I look at my thick fingers and sharp claws and push my nose into them and take a deep inhale.

The scent is intoxicating, hypnotizing even. It pulls my face in with the complex layers on offer. Each time I have deciphered one aroma, the next one adds on top of it. The rate of my breathing increases as my body huffs in more and more. My second hand joins in with the spice buffet, smearing the scents all over my face.

MORE! I NEED MORE!

The need is oppressive, driving me to look for more. My huffing heaves turn into growls as I can hear the sounds of bone and muscle creak larger and higher. And with the new configuration, more of the smell releases. It feeds itself back into the growth, allowing my lungs to expand even further in my widening chest.

"Have you finally realized?" a voice below me asks.

I let out gasping growls as my body tenses; I feel my muscles work as I look down on Niff, feeling the difference in the power gradient. For the first time in my life, I understand what’s so great about having sex all the time.

I tackle him, and he lets himself fall. But when he hits the ground, he lets out an “oof”. He seems to not have expected that after all. Yessss… I did that, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. I can take what I want. I plant a kiss on him and drive my tongue into his mouth. His eyes bulge and his tongue puts up a weak resistance, but they quickly glaze over with lust.

He rumbles in my mouth and I reverb back much louder. His arms and claws don’t know where to feel me up. Roaming all over my body to feel me. I break the kiss and I look down on Niff. Once more, I am the one who Iooms over HIM. I move in until our crotches touch. I gyrate my hips and grind our loincloths together. His is already wet, what a slut. He gasps and moans in response. He keeps writhing under me, he can’t keep himself still, and I won’t let him leave.

"ungh"

"unf"

"ah"

"Chief.. I can't"

He reaches out to me, and I move his hand to my pec. He feels it, tries to squeeze it, but it doesn't give. I can see him try, but he can't overcome the force of my muscles. His other hand roams my washboard abs. More rock-hard muscles his hands won't be able to budge. I join in with his lewd noises and answer with a loud huff.

"You're so.. Fuck you're so hot Chief."

There’s that word again: Chief the acknowledgment of my status. Niff is being such a good cutie, he needs to be rewarded. I plant my body on his, oh this is going to be good. I lean my whole body into him, and get into a position to get all over him.

"Woah, you're heavy!"

I immediately push off: "Did I hurt you? Do you need help? Are you ok?"

Fuck, I don't know what I would do. Did I really injure someone on my first day as a Chief? What will Grand think of me?!

"Don't worry, big guy. I'm fine." He answers with a coy smile3

"ARE YOU REALLY?! I ALMOST CRUSHED YOU!"

"Just surprised. You've got a lot of strength, after all."

"I'll make it up to you then." I lower myself once again, this time propping myself up with my arms to not crush him. As I lower my face to his, NIff responds by throwing his arms around my neck and hoisting himself up to my face.

His lips meet mine, as his moan reverberates in my mouth. It resounds with my sharp fangs. He’s an instrument of my own desires, responding to the sensual inputs and multiplying the enjoyment of us both. I hoist him up without issue, standing upright as the kiss continues.

My hand moves lower as I reach for his loincloth, but reach his testes. I look down. The sly bastard has already undone his coverings, and I can see that he has also undone mine. Damn, he doesn’t waste any time. I feel his balls. They’re like small grapes, especially next to my walnuts. He gasps in surprise, but resumes his moans.

“Come on babe, tell me what you feel,” I ask him with a fanged smile.

“I feel like I’m in…Ngh! Like in heaven,” he manages to utter in between groans.

"Then sing your praises to me. Show your devotion to your new god and Chief!"

I stop feeling him and squeeze his balls. His dick throbs violently against mine. His urethra undulates, as his face scrunches by the sudden stimulus.

"Ooooh."

"You like that, don't you?"

"Mo…"

"Hm..?"

"Please, m-! Graaaah!!!"

He screams as I give him a smile. A second squeeze sends him over the edge. His alabaster fluids rain over my chest and tool.

"Well, well, look at the mess you made. We can store a lot in the storeroom, but it isn't made to hold liquids, you know."

The warm fluids flow down my body, seeking out the crevices of my muscles, finding a way downstream. Niff’s tongue lolls with his mouth wide open, any semblance of sentience long gone. I can see it in his eyes, the hunger to clean his mess off my body. To ingest the liquid that fills his nostrils, an oppressive smell that lords over him.

His dick keeps gushing as his grip on me loosens. I slowly lower him down, as he can barely keep his torso off the ground. He squirms and whimpers, but doesn’t move an inch. It’s cute, if a bit puzzling. “Please.” His weak voice pleads. He looks smaller by the second as he’s on hand and feet. “How do you want to please me?

That word please, it sounds so desperate coming from him. A dragon who once would plow me without a second thought is now begging on his knees for me.

"I- I need it. Pleaaaase, let me.. Let me have it!"

"I don't know what you're talking about~"

"Taste… I need to…"

He follows my dick with an unbroken focus. it swings in front of his face, pulling him into a deeper trance. It doesn't leave his sight for a second, so utterly mesmerized by its appearance. But I can't let him have that so easily. I grab the back of his head and shove him in my abs. He rumbles in response.

"Clean them, and maybe then we can talk about tasting me."

He nuzzles the slabs in front of him and murs. But by burying him even deeper into my chest muscles, he gets the hint. His cold tongue slides over my steaming body, lapping up his own seed like an eager puppy. He works my body up and down, even mixing his teeth into it. But there's not even a single scratch on my scales. He's far too weak to do that. He gets up to his toes to reach my pecs.

His smooth tongue laps over my teat, slickening with saliva, before latching onto it. He suckles the teat, which perks up in response. His whole body works its hardest to suck the perk spot. Damn, the boy is horny. I pull him off, his face sees red either from either the exertion, or his passion.

"Who's an eager boy for his daddy?" I smile at him. He yips and yaps in response. I can't keep him from waiting much longer. His eyes were always on the prize.

I take my log-sized dick into my hands and present it to him. His arms stretch out to feel such a thick trunk. He strokes it up and down. Feeling the hardening veins and growing erection. One long lick sends shocks through my system. Guess he's not the only one who's getting worked up. I brush his head, letting him know that his foreplay is off to a good start.

He gives me a smile in return and slips out his forked tongue. It wraps around my tool and slips down further, seeking out my urethra. I jerk in response, almost slapping him with my erection. But his reflexes prove to be faster as he gets out of the way in time. I try to keep my cool, but this is going too slow for me now. I engulf his head with my hand and push him onto my dick.

He only makes it halfway through before he chokes on it. The gurgling and spurting only turns me on more. I thrust back as he strokes the exposed flesh with all of his might. His tight mouth only gets tighter as the penis grows to its full hardness. I can feel the pressure building, and he doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, so I grab him by the horns.

Now I piston him like no tomorrow. Plowing into him like he was a well-used ass. I can hear him moan and scream on my dick, but with each thrust I can feel it build. The deeper and deeper I go, the higher and higher my desperation to get off rises. Until That one moment.

Release.

A geyser of fluid erupts as the smaller dragon can't contain the stream at all. Despite his best efforts, the stream forces him off my member. His rough green scales quickly color white from all the ejaculation raining over him. If there was any doubt to which Chief he'd belong to, then this would be the sign that he'd belong to me.

For a solid minute my cum rains over him, and he can't get enough. Massaging my dick and balls to coax more out of it, tasting the glorious liquid he has all to himself. All the while, I'm struggling to keep myself upright, but a Chief wouldn't falter like that, and that conviction keeps me standing. In fact, I'm already planning ahead of what to do with the rest of the village.

But before I can contemplate any further, the door to the stockroom swings open as none other than Grand fills the frame. He tries his best to look intimidating, but Niff knows that I am there for him if the situation goes wrong.

“I heard the noises from my tent and hurried over here. I thought people were fighting.” He says, worried.

"It's fine Grand, I'm the Chief after all. I can handle this."

HIs face shoots to a terrified expression as he sees me, but he's quick to mask his concerns. Anger fills his voice as he turns to Niff. His white face betrays what has been going on.

"What is the meaning of this?! What did you do with Runt-chief?!"

Niff grins. "Helping him out with the stockroom."

"There's more to it than that!"

"Well, yeah. I helped him out," he says. "And I helped him out," he continued, dropping his voice three whole registers lower.

"I had a plan for him, and now you're ruining it for us all!" the increasingly desperate Grand yells.

"Us? It sounds an awful lot like you want to keep him for yourself. You know, with this 'Grand-plan' of yours probably shaping him into your little bitch"

"H-how dare you!"

"You're really transparent here. You threatened to punish anyone who as much as breathed in his general direction, and now you panic when it isn't going to plan."

I fold my arms and stare him down. Under my crossed arms, I can feel my pecs pushing back against the pressure. Feeling the power my visage exudes. Already I can feel my dick chub up again.

"Is this true?" I ask him sternly.

Grand shrinks away from me. What a pathetic excuse for a dragon. If it wasn't for his ass, I would've banished him weeks ago.

"..."

Silence. He really likes to waste my time. "Speak up, runt!" I tell him.

"But I'm- You're-" His voice peters out before his worthless whimpers can leave his mouth.

"As long as you're being such an ass to me, I'll keep referring to you as a Runt! Now speak, unless you want my dick to do the talking!" Even after coating Niff in a whole layer of cum, it was still throbbing for attention.

Niff stifles a laugh and I turn to him, just as furious: "Do you want me to split you open?" "I'd love to~" he coos.

"Hmph, at least you know how we swing around here." "I-" The coward stammers.

"Speak up Runt, can't hear you from up here."

"I-it's… It's true, Runt-chief. I tried to persuade you." He flinches away, anticipating the worst, but I let the silence linger.

"There. That wasn't too hard now, was it?" "..." Another bout of silence.

"Speak up, I demand an answer."

His gums flap, but neither me, nor Niff could hear what he's saying.

"I think he needs convincing, Chief." Niff offers.

"Yeah, he needs to be fucked into his role. Just as what happened when I went to town on you.

Fuck, I love these changes."

"Y-y-you noticed?" The Runt finally stammers some words out.

"With these kinds of gains?" I flex my biceps and see Runt swoon in response. The scents in the room grow more complex, as I hear Niff moan under his breath. I might have overdone it a little. Both of them still need to remain coherent.

"Niff, get him inside."

Runt's eyes grow three sizes as the door slams behind him: "Please don't do this!"

"Can't do." I feel my tool. With it being as long as my forearm, it's going to be a tight fit in that little runt. I slooowly squeeze out a drop of precum and keep an eye on Runt's face. He flinches as the viscous liquid droops lower until it's at eye level. He motions towards it, but I keep his prize away from him before he can make a move.

"You seem a lot more eager than you let on."

"I.. It's.. It's got to be your musk!" he protests.

I throw my arms behind my back, push out my abs, and let my armpits do the work. "And what of it? You seem to be the one enjoying it." "Fuck me!" he retorts.

"Gladly." I smile back.

"Wait! No! I mean…"

"You know what, Niff."

"Yes, Chief?" the coated dragon responds.

"Stuff his mouth. I don't care how." I shoot him a grin, as he understands exactly what I mean. Niff might not be the most endowed, but it makes that runt shut up at the very least. The small guy tries to protest left and right, but some meat to the face makes him shut up with little trouble. He tries to fight Niff off, and he would've won, but a very distinct jolt makes it obvious that he's resigned to his fate.

Without much effort, I plow a quarter of my tool into him. He gives out a muffled scream, which is drowned out by the grunts of both me and Niff plowing into him. By the second, he seems smaller and smaller as his new position is solidified more and more. But he does grow a little, as his belly is filled with the cum that isn't overflowing from his mouth or ass. We could've gone at it for longer, but Niff and I were both recovering from our session..

I give him a nod as he nods back. With a pair of mighty pops, the tiny dragon is released and a pool of cum fills the stockroom. With Runt's decoupling, some size seems to have left him too, a fact that hasn't escaped him.

"H-How did I? HOw did you?!"

My body slowly rises and falls, my muscles move without any effort, a fine display of such a Grand Chief like me. Runt doesn't even reach my knees as I rise to my full height, my horns scraping the roof of the tiny shack.

"I Don't know how, but there are some Grand-privileges attached to being the Grand-Chief." "But that's my name!" he protests.

I smile at him. "Niff, who looks more Grand here?" He comes up to me and licks one of my nipples. The wet slobber slowly navigates the path between the valleys of my abs.

"Do I really need to answer that, you mountain of meat?" "Indulge me." I purr.

"You, of course, Grand-chief."

A distinct pulse travels through me, as Runt yells out a big "No!" Whatever his plan was, it's been smashed to smithereens. The little lizardman looks so insignificant now that he might pass for a kobold child, if even that. For all of his bluster, the Runt is nothing without his size. Can't even make himself useful. Makes me pity him.

"As fun as this is, I've had enough for today. Maybe the little Runt can surprise us and grow a little bigger before I take it all away from him again."

The pipsqueak yelps and fumbles for the door as he tries as all hell to get out. Not wanting to experience that again.

"Niff, go after him, so he doesn't get any ideas about going into the Chief's tent or something." "Is he going to sleep outside then?" he inquires.

"Nah, he can have that vacant cot." I say with a smile.

"Which one?" He doesn't seem to pick up the hint.

"The one meant for the Runt."

He gives me a hearty laugh and leaves. Things are changing, but, traditions will still be traditions. So this is what Runt had in mind for himself…

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"Did you hear? Grand is going to hold another meeting." Lank notes.

“Huh, I thought he was going to step down. Did something happen with Runt?” Burly replies.

The ground shakes as a massive dragon stomps behind them. The very air heats with a distinct musk, and the two dragons turn around. The figure looks familiar in more ways than one. He would've looked like the smallest guy in their village, but that couldn't be. This dragon is massive, and the musk indicated one thing: it's their Chief.

"Hurry up, the speech will commence in a few degrees of sun." The two stand to attention and with a hurried "Yes Chief!", they make their way to the plaza. Confused, but excited nonetheless.

With ease the giant dragon stomps past them, making for the podium, with Stout hurrying after him. The amount of exercise he was getting the past week burned away almost all of his fat, just to keep up with the Grand-chief.

The podium is a familiar sight for the crowd, but the main person on stage towering over them is somewhat new to them. The Grand-chief who followed up their old one addresses the crowd, with the prior head of the village nowhere to be seen.

"My kin! It's been a week since the last Chief resigned from his post, and retired as Runt!" Many murmurs could be heard from the crowd as the gathered dragons discuss the changes. But I didn't let that deter me.

"He always saw great potential in me, despite my small stature. For that, I am ever grateful! A Grander Chief for an even Grander future. Let me hear it for the littlest guy in our village!" With a deep inhale, I prepare the crowd for the yell: "Hooo!" "Rrrrraaaaahhh!!" the crowd answers with gusto.

The crowd cheers as they sing their praises for their new and Grander Chief. Getting accustomed to their new leader much faster than expected.

"Of course, such sacrifice should be celebrated. Therefore, I'm asking Runt to come forward to the podium!"

Between the crowd, I'd never be able to pick such a small and insignificant dragon. But by the movements from the others, I could tell that the little guy was pushed onto the podium. Despite his protests, he got up to the elevation. I give him a Grand bear hug, as I lift him to my chest. He tries to resist playfully, but I'm just too strong for him.

"Are you ready for your gift?" My tail helpfully slides my loincloth out of the way, revealing my erect dick.

"No!" he playfully protests.

"Ah, you want to make it kinky, waiting until the right moment to say yes."

He hovers a little over my prick until I lower him with all my might. Piercing that tight little asshole like he wanted.

"Guh! Aaaah!"

The crowd cheers as the Runt is officially broken into his new position, and my stance as the Grand-chief solidifies. The podium trembles as the crowd is treated to front row seats of their Grand-chief growing grander and grander before their very eyes.