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The life of a kobold wasn't easy. Dragon masters could be demanding, and sometimes impatient. An impatient master who was big enough to eat you without a second thought didn't help make the job less stressful. Pips had just finished his current task, and reported to the head kobold for his next assignment. Turns out he was on living room cleaning duty. Not so bad in itself, but when he found out he would be working with Wren, he groaned to himself. Of all the kobolds that worked for their master Devourer, Wren was easily the laziest. Pips trudged to the living room, knowing that he would be doing the majority of the work. As expected, Pips entered the living room to find Wren relaxing on the couch and watching TV.

“Wren! What the hell are you doing? We've got cleaning to do!" Pips scolded him. Wren rolled his eyes at him.

“Pips, unclench your tailhole! Dev is out hunting, he won't be back for hours! Relax!" Wren said nonchalantly.

Wren! If the master heard you referring to him so casually, you would be digested!" Pips exclaimed in shock.

“Gah, you're such a prude! I know you've been busting your tail all day, climb up here and relax a little!" Wren invited. Pips crossed his arms and glowered up at Wren. “How's this, come up here and take a short break with me, and then we'll start cleaning. Deal?" Wren pleaded. Pips sighed loudly.

“Fine! Twenty minutes, then we're getting to work!" Pips said grumpily.

“Deal!" Wren eagerly agreed, then crawled to the edge of the couch, and reached down to offer Pips a hand in climbing up. The kobolds were only about 3ft tall, and Devourer was over 15ft tall. The couch was not designed with kobolds in mind. Pips hopped and grabbed Wren's offered hand, and Wren hauled him up.

“Twenty minutes!" Pips said sternly. Wren grinned at him, and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to sit next to him. As much as Wren drove Pips crazy, he had to admit he enjoyed hanging out with him, and on more than one occasion they had been intimate with each other. Generally if kobolds weren't working, eating, or sleeping, they were fornicating. Wren also stood out amongst the other kobolds due to his unique purple scales that were similar in color to their masters gooey flesh. Pips suspected it was the reason that Wren was able to get away with being so lazy. The other kobolds working for Devourer were the average kobold colors, yellow, blue, or like Pips, green.

“You know with 20 minutes we could do something more fun than watching TV!" Wren purred, sliding his hand up Pips thigh, then reaching over to give his sheath a friendly squeeze.

“Geez Wren, that's just going to be one more thing for us to clean up!" Pips exclaimed.

“C'mon, when was the last time we fooled around?" Wren asked.

“Last night! Your cock was still in me this morning when we woke up!" Pips said in disbelief.

“Ooooh, that's right! See, it's been so long!" Wren said jokingly, rubbing Pips thigh.

“Ugh, you're insatiable!" Pips grumbled.

“You love it!" Wren teased, and took Pips chin in his hand, turning his head so that he could kiss him. Pips put up a token resistance at first, but soon brought his hands up to Wren's head and began stroking his cheek as they kissed. After a moment of making out, they pulled their mouths apart to catch their breaths.

“Flip over, time's running out!" Wren said with a grin. Pips rolled his eyes, but turned over and got on his hands and knees. Wren huffed excitedly, and moved Pips tail aside so that he could bury his muzzle between his asscheeks. Pips shivered as Wren ran his tongue over his tailhole, then buried it deeply inside it. Pips writhed with pleasure as Wren repeatedly lapped inside of him. After thoroughly eating him out, Wren pulled his tongue out with a loud slurp, and licked his muzzle. Wren draped Pips tail over his shoulder, and quickly lined his cock up, then pressed it firmly into Pips. Pips gasped with pleasure as Wren hilted himself in one thrust, and began eagerly humping. Pips panted and grunted as Wren's hips slammed repeatedly against his. Their moans filled the room, and Pips was on the verge of cumming when suddenly they heard the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly.

“Just what the hell are you two up to on my couch?" Devourer asked angrily. Wren froze mid thrust, and Pips blood ran cold. They both looked over in shock to see Devourer standing in the doorway, arms crossed and glaring at them, his blood red eyes narrowed. His red horns gleamed, and his purple gooey flesh undulated endlessly. His belly bulged hugely, and rippled slightly from movement within it.

"Master!" Pips squeaked in fear, and put his hands over his face in embarrassment.

“Oh, you're back already! How was the hunting master?" Wren asked casually, as if he wasn't balls deep in Pips ass still.

“Quite good" Devourer replied, and rubbed his bulging belly. “Better than expected, that's why I'm home so soon! I'm not surprised by this behavior from Wren, but you Pips? You're usually so reliable! I'm very disappointed in you!"

“I'm so sorry master!" Pips cried, his cheeks burned red in shame.

“You know what this means don't you? I can't have kobolds fucking on my couch!" Devourer said with a sigh.

“Time out" Wren and Pips said glumly in unison, then sighed.

“That's right, time out!" Devourer agreed, coming over to sit on the couch next to them. “Feel free to pull your dick out of Pips ass anytime Wren…"

“Oops, sorry master!" Wren apologized, and quickly pulled himself out of Pips. Devourer beckoned them to come closer. Pips shivered in fear, he had never been put in time out before. Wren was no stranger to it however, and didn't hesitate to approach Devourer. Wren climbed into Devourer's lap, and was quickly scooped up by the massive purple dragon. Devourer lifted Wren above his opening jaws, and slid him in feet first. Devourer's long purple tongue washed over the kobold briefly, and Wren quickly slid out of sight, becoming a bulge sliding down Devourer's throat.

“C'mon Pips, your turn! Get over here!" Devourer demanded. Pips shakily climbed to his feet, and slowly approached Devourer. He had never been in time out before, it was his first time! The kobold was almost paralyzed with fear. When his kobolds misbehaved, Devourer would punish them by swallowing them, and keeping them in one of his stomachs to reflect on what they had done. If a kobold repeatedly misbehaved, they didn't come back from time out, which meant slime covered bones to be cleaned up later. Pips was frankly surprised that he hadn't had to dump Wren's bones into the bone pit yet. It just confirmed to him that Devourer had a soft spot for the purple scaled kobold. Pips wrung his hands nervously as he approached Devourer, nervously eyeing the dragon's bulging stomach. It's surface rippled from movement within, either from Wren, a victim in another stomach, or a combination of the two.

“Master, I'm so sorry, it will never happen again! Perhaps you could see it in your heart to just give me a warning instead of time out? I always behave! Wren is just a bad influence!" Pips pleaded. Devourer sighed, he was used to the pleading that inevitably accompanied a time out. Though Pips was definitely one of his most well behaved kobolds, there was no room for exceptions. Devourer simply patted his lap and grinned at the trembling kobold. Resigned, Pips climbed into Devourer's enormous lap, and awaited the inevitable.

“I know your scared Pips, but it's only temporary. I promise I'm not going to digest you, ok?" Devourer assured the trembling kobold in his lap. Pips nodded, and swallowed loudly in fear.

“Ok master, I'll do better, I promise!" Pips said shakily.

“Seeing as how it's your first time, I'll give you a choice. Head first, or feet first?" Devourer asked. Pips paled slightly at the question. Frankly he found both prospects equally terrorizing.

“I…I guess whichever way you prefer master" Pips said nervously. Devourer couldn't help himself, and chuckled at the kobolds terror. His long forked tongue washed across his muzzle, causing Pips to tremble harder and pale further.

“Don't worry Pips, you'll be fine! Plus you'll have Wren to keep you company. Usually time out is a solitary experience" Devourer assured him with another chuckle as he gently grabbed him by the arms and lifted him. Pips kicked his feet slightly as he was lifted, then anxiously waited to see which way Devourer was going to swallow him. The dragon's jaws yawned open in front of him, and Devourer's rancid breath washed over the squirming kobold, causing him to grimace at the smell. Strings of drool ran from the roof of his mouth, lined with white jagged teeth, and just beyond that another row of ebony black ones. Pips couldn't help himself and whimpered as he was drawn closer, and tilted head first towards the waiting purple tongue that extended to lick across his face. Pips grimaced again as the slick appendage slowly slithered over his face, tasting him. Devourer gently placed Pips on his tongue, and with his arms free again, the kobold wrapped them around the long purple tongue, staring wide eyed at the yawning throat before him.

“Let go of my tongue" Devourer mumbled to Pips, who hugged the purple tongue in a terrified death grip.

“Sorry master!" Pips apologized, and hesitantly moved his arms up in front of him.

“That's better!" Devourer replied, and the tip of his tongue curled to push on Pips rump, causing him to slide slowly towards the quivering throat. Pips whined as he slid across the tongue, then gasped, momentarily forgetting about the throat awaiting him when one of the forked tips of Devourer's tongue slipped into his tailhole. Pips cried out and panted in a combination of fear and pleasure as the tip of Devourer's tongue continued sliding him into his throat. Pips squeaked in surprise when he found his shoulders wedged in the opening of Devourer's throat. The dragon's insides gave off a soft purple glow, and Pips eyes widened in fear at the rippling tunnel before him. With another firm push of the tongue partially buried in him, and a powerful swallow, Pips began to be pulled down Devourer's throat. The kobold squirmed and kicked slightly as he was dragged down, gripped by Devourer's tight throat. It was a quick trip, and Pips head slipped through the opening of Devourer's stomach. Pips only had a moment to take in the roomy stomach below him, when another final swallow caused him to tumble in, and land with a bounce.

“Well it's about time you showed up!" Wren said cheerfully. He was lounged casually against the side of Devourer's stomach, nestled between two folds in the fleshy wall. The stench that assaulted Pips nose made his eyes water, and he gagged as he slapped his hand over his snout. The heat and humidity were also intense. The stomach they were in was huge, and had plenty of space for the two of them.

“Oh my god, the smell!" Pips cried out in shock.

“Eh, you get used to it" Wren said with a shrug.

“Used to it?!? Just how many times have you been in here?" Pips asked in disbelief. Wren simply shrugged again and grinned at him.

“I could hear you begging not to be swallowed. Pro tip, that just makes him want to do it more! I bet if you hadn't begged he might have even let you off with a warning!" Wren said with a laugh.

“Now you tell me!" Pips said with a sigh. Wren grinned at him, and patted the spot next to him, inviting Pips to join him. Reluctantly, Pips went and sat next to him, and Wren companionably slung his arm around his shoulders. Pips shuddered a little bit at the sensation of the slick warm stomach wall pulsating against his back, but after a moment, it actually started to seem pleasant. Just as Pips somewhat started to feel less fearful about the whole situation, he heard a muffled moan from behind him, and flinched away from the wall. Wren simply laughed, and patted Pips shoulder to comfort him.

“Don't worry about that, it's just one of Dev's victims in another stomach. We're safe in this one" Wren assured him.

“They're still alive?" Pips asked in disbelief.

“Yea, sometimes he doesn't digest everybody all at once, saves some of them for later. Plus sometimes he likes to play with his food a little" Wren told him.

“Play with them? But he's already swallowed them!" Pips exclaimed. Wren grinned slyly.

“Maybe you'll see, depending on what kind of mood Dev is in" Wren told him.

“What's that supposed to mean?" Pips asked nervously. Wren was about to answer when Devourer's stomach shook violently, causing the two kobolds to cling to each other in surprise.

“Hey, keep it down in there! I'm trying to watch TV out here and all I can hear is you guys talking!" Devourer said to them in annoyance, his voice muffled.

“Sorry master!" Pips and Wren replied in unison.

“Anyway, how about we pick up where we left off outside?" Wren asked quietly, flirtily running a finger down Pips scaly chest.

“In here?!? You can't be serious!" Pips whispered in disbelief.

“Why not? No telling how long we'll be in here. One time he forgot, and I was in here for two whole days!" Wren said with a laugh.

“TWO DAYS!" Pips cried out loudly in fear.

“Hey! What did I just say?" Devourer called out to them again, causing Pips to slap his hand over his mouth.

“Keep it down! You want to get us digested?" Wren scolded him, looking somewhat nervous for the first time. Pips vigorously shook his head, his hand still clamped over his mouth.

“Good! Just try to relax then! Here, let me help!" Wren offered. Slipping his hand between Pips legs, and gently squeezing and massaging his sheath. Despite the fear Pips was feeling, his cock began to slide free from its sheath in response to Wren's fondling. Wren moved his hand up to Pips shaft to begin squeezing and stroking it.

“Ah, Wren! Are you sure this is a good idea?" Pips whispered, but was starting to enjoy the feeling of Wren's hand on his cock. Wren grinned at him, then lowered his head and engulfed Pips cock in his warm mouth. Pips began to pant, and rub the back of Wren's head. But almost as soon as Wren had started, he pulled his mouth off of him.

“Why did you stop?" Pips asked in disappointment.

“I was just getting you lubed up! It's kinda my fault you're in here, so I figured I would let you be on top for a change!" Wren told him. Pips mouth opened in surprise as Wren crawled in front of him, and looked over his shoulder expectantly at him as he hitched his tail out of the way to reveal his winking tailhole. Pips was slightly shocked, Wren was always on top! Being one of the smaller kobolds, Pips was pretty used to being the one on the bottom. The opportunity to be the top was irresistible, despite where they were! The stench and heat were momentarily forgotten as Pips crawled over to Wren where he presented himself to him. Tentatively Pips put his hand on Wren's hip, and looked at him anxiously.

“Really, are you sure?" Pips asked uncertainly.

“Go for it Pips!" Wren encouraged him.

“Well, if you insist!" Pips said excitedly. Taking his cock in hand, Pips eagerly lined it up with Wren's tailhole. It quivered against the tip of his cock, and he slowly begin to press it in. Pips groaned noisily with pleasure as Wren clamped down tightly on him as his length continued sliding into him. Wren grunted slightly, he wasn't often the one being the bottom, but he didn't mind. Wren curled his tail loosely around Pips waist as he thrust into him. The two of them were moaning and grunting noisily when Devourer's stomach suddenly heaved. Pips wrapped his arms around Wren's waist tightly, and he felt Wren's tail tighten around him as they clung to each other fearfully.

“Are you two…having sex in my stomach?!?" they heard Devourer ask them in surprise. They looked at each other wide eyed, unsure of what to do or say.

“Were we being too noisy again? We're sorry master!" Pips called out apologetically. Devourer's stomach rumbled again, and they could hear him laughing.

“What am I going to do with you two? Well, go ahead! You aren't in trouble!" Devourer said encouragingly.

“You heard him Pips, keep going!" Wren said with a chuckle. Pips shrugged and resumed his thrusting. After a few more thrusts, he flinched and cried out in surprise when he felt something begin to slide around his leg.

“Aaah! What is that!" Pips cried out in alarm as he looked down to see a thick gooey tendril winding around his leg. As he watched, more tendrils emerged from the floor of Devourer's stomach and coiled around his tail and other leg. Looking down at Wren he saw more tendrils emerging to wrap around his legs and arms as well. More tendrils slithered their way up and lazily curled around Pips torso and neck, squeezing gently.

“Calm down, remember when I told you the master likes to play with his food sometimes? He also likes to play with us when we're in time out sometimes as well!" Wren informed him with a grin. “Why do you think I try to get in trouble so much?"

“This is why you get in trouble all the time?" Pips asked, as more and more tendrils slithered around their bodies. His eyes bulged when he felt the tip of a tendril briefly brush against his tailhole, then eagerly slide into him. He squeaked in surprise as the tendril pushed even deeper into him, burrowing its way into his guts. Pips shuddered at the unusual feeling of the tendril writhing so deeply inside him, then began to pant with pleasure.

“Feels good, right?" Wren asked with a grin. A tendril was slowly winding around Wren's neck, then the tip slid across his face and slipped into his mouth. Wren closed his eyes and moaned softly as he sucked on it. Pips was so entranced by the tendrils winding around him and massaging his body, he almost forgot that his cock was still buried in Wren's ass. Shaking his head to refocus his thoughts, he resumed thrusting. Wren groaned around the tendril in his mouth, and grunted slightly with each thrust of Pips cock into him. Pips watched in amazement as the tendril in Wren's mouth slid deeper in, causing the kobolds neck to bulge as it slid down his throat. Pips had to wonder how Wren was even breathing still. The whole situation was so distracting, that Pips realized he had stopped thrusting again. The tendril deep inside him gave a rough shove, and Pips resumed thrusting again. He closed his eyes to concentrate, the tendrils writhed across his scales and squeezed him as he thrusted, tightening and loosening in rhythm with his thrusting. As Pips began to pant again, the tendril around his neck slithered up and hooked into the side of his mouth, and slid against his tongue. The tendril began to piston in and out of his throat as he continued thrusting. The sensory overload was too much for him, and he groaned loudly around the tendril in his mouth as he had the most intense orgasm of his life. As he was cumming, he was caught off guard when the tendrils pulled him off of Wren, and a hollow tendril immediately engulfed his cock and began sucking on him. Another tendril took the opportunity to slide itself into Wren's now vacant tailhole, causing him to grunt loudly. Pips noticed another hollow tendril had attached itself to Wren's cock as well, and appeared to be milking him for all it was worth. The tendril in Wren's ass thrust in and out of him repeatedly, causing him to shudder with pleasure. The tendril on Pips cock was sucking so hard on him, he felt a second orgasm wash over him, something he would have thought was impossible. Pips went limp, and if not for the tendrils holding him up, would have sprawled to the ground. The tendrils around him gently lowered him down, and slowly unwound from him. The one buried in his tailhole was taking quite a while to slide out of him, and he had to wonder just how deeply it had been in him. Pips grunted when it finally popped free from him, making him feel almost empty now that it was out of him. He sat up wearily to see that Wren was still covered in tendrils, and that they had begun to drag him towards the sphincter at the bottom of Devourer's stomach. The orifice opened as the tendrils fed Wren into it, then it closed with a noisy slurp.

“Wren!" Pips cried out in alarm, and crawled over to the sphincter. He tried to pry it open, but it held fast. As Pips sat there wondering what had just happened to Wren, more tendrils descended on him from above, and he squeaked in surprise as they wound around him and lifted him up. He looked up as he was lifted, and the orifice at the top of the stomach opened as he was lifted towards it. The tendrils fed him into it, and he found himself back in Devourer's throat, being pulled upwards by its rippling motion. He saw light above him, and found himself at the back of Devourer's mouth. Devourer's purple tongue curled back, the forked tips hooked under Pips armpits and dragged him forward. Devourer reached into his jaws and removed the squirming kobold, and held him in front of him.

“Well, what did you think of your first time out Pips?" Devourer asked, then brought Pips closer to his jaws again so he could give the kobold a few licks to help clean him up slightly. Pips sputtered briefly as the long purple tongue washed over him a few times, then Devourer placed him down on the couch next to him.

“It wasn't so bad master, but I am relieved it is over! But what about Wren?" Pips asked with worry. Devourer chuckled at Pips concern for Wren.

“Don't worry about him, he'll be along shortly!" Devourer told him. “In fact, here he comes now!" the dragon panted slightly, and leaned to his side. Devourer moved his tail aside so Pips could see. In a moment, there was a loud gasp, and suddenly Wren's muzzle appeared between Devourer's asscheeks. Wren grunted, and one of his arms appeared, grabbing into the gooey flesh, and dragging him out further. Devourer grunted, and Wren slid out of him and tumbled onto the couch. He was coated in slime, and smelled terrible. Wren couldn't help but laugh when he looked up and saw the shocked look on Pips face.

“More than one way out of the master!" Wren said with a laugh.

“Are you ok?" Pips asked, as he helped Wren to his feet.

“Oh, I'm fine! Not the first time I've left that way! I see you got to leave the easy way!" Wren replied.

“It was his first time, I decided to go easy on him!" Devourer told him with a grin. “Now why don't you two go get cleaned up? You can take the rest of the evening off. Hell, I had so much fun with the two of you, you can have tomorrow off too!"

“Thank you master!" Pips said gratefully. Days off were few and far between. Devourer helped the two kobolds down off the couch and watched as they scampered off to clean themselves up as he had instructed. Devourer sat back with a sigh. Kobolds could be a handful, but disciplining them was so fun!