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Ass, crotch, ass, crotch… and an occasional satchel or coinpurse. Is it any wonder why so many kobolds developed a predilection to pick-pocketing and debauchery? It was all so convenient when you were a little over four feet tall among people who were generally closer to six. It also meant you couldn’t shoulder our way through a crowd, but if you weren’t too prissy about what you rub or bump against (as Meera most definitely wasn’t) you could make it across a packed taproom quite efficiently.

Saturday tended to be lively at what was formally known as the Inn of the Blue Rooster, but that some regulars such as Meera refer to as The Cock. The inn was well-situated on one of the streets that led into the city, and as such was popular with travelers adventurers who didn’t want to meander thought traffic just to get a room and something to drink. Meera had been meaning to get to the bar and get a much needed drink, distracted only occasionally by a bulging pair of pants or a bulging purse when a cry caught in her lobe-less reptilian ears.

“Oi, Meera! Over ‘ere!” a female voice crowed as sharply as the rooster on the inn’s painted sign, and a thumping of a tankard on a wooden table helped the little reptile get the right coordinates. Having just come into town after a profitable journey, Meera was in the mood to either get drunk or to get fucked. Zavi and Jan would serve perfectly as drinking companions, and after that wild sex would probably just happen on its own. It usually did.

“I heard your scaly ass was in town! Go on and get it up here…” the smooth-skinned female said, her own legs dangling well above the floor as she patted a spot next to her.

The regulars of the Cock agreed by a wide margin that the few booths the inn boasted were too cramped for comfort and that the original proprietor had tried to save money on upholstery when he made them so small. The table was tiny and the person in the middle would have to make one of the remaining two people get up whenever they needed to answer the call of nature. But when you were a kobold, they were very comfy and preferable to the huge tables with two benches on either side.

And all three females were kobolds, even though neither looked anything like the other. Meera was a reptile with nub-like ‘horns’ sprouting from her head and scales covering her body. A mix of tans, browns and greens along her face and back, with a pale shade down her front, what she liked to call a ‘champagne’ color but what most described as tallow-yellow.

Jan was similar to her in the sense that she had a tail and a muzzle, but the female waving at her as she gnawed on a charred greasy rib had fur instead of scales and was a dirty, tawny gray. She looked a bit like a cross between a coyote and a rat and had some other.. mammalian features that the reptilian Meera lacked.

Zavi lacked both tail and muzzle but made up for it with outrageously mammalian proportions. Her skin was smooth and the color of an olive that was a week past its prime, a pug nose and pointy ears big enough to stick out of the mass of unruly black hair. Meera was willing to believe that Jan was a kind of strange kobold from some weird foreign land where they didn’t have proper scalies, but both of the tailed girls considered Zavi a goblin who was posing as a kobold. But the green girl was good fun so they didn’t bring it up…. too often.

“Just came in from a trip did you? You must have all kinds of stories to tell and all kinds of riches to finance a night of debauchery!” the smooth-skinned Zavi asked, sounding more eager for one than the other.

“Yeah, I’ve got a story about why I’m light in the pocket. Buggers threw a hissy-fit and kicked me out of the party!”

“Again?” Jan asked, the gnawed-on rib falling out of her mouth to clatter on the floor.

“What happened this time? Namely, who did you bonk and why were you not supposed to bonk them?” Zavi asked.

“It wasn’t like that! This time. Mind you I did get caught with my hand in someone’s pants.”

“Ahhh, so they found out you're a thieving little cunt…”

“They knew that when I joined! If I had business cards like them fancy people do, they’d read ‘Meera - Thieving Little Cunt’. They don’t mind me being a sneaky cunt when I’m opening locks, or scouting ahead to see who’s lying in wait… Besides, isn’t adventuring mainly going places you’re not supposed to go to and taking stuff that isn’t technically yours?”

“But they do mind when they catch you pawing through the party’s assets?” Jan surmised.

“Everyone knows that’s just… operating expenses. It’s the cost of having a rogue in the party, which is ultimately profitable. Anyway, they confiscated the loot and chased me away.”

“All of it?” asked Zavi.

“Yeah, and it was a pretty good haul…”

“Even your special… chest pockets?” the green gal asked, waggling her brows and waiting expectantly.

“Okay, fine! Next round’s on me…” the annoyed reptile said, slamming a few silvers down on the table.

“Hah! I knew it! I can’t believe no one’s sussed you yet…” Zavi said with a grin, emptying her mug in record time now that she knew there was another on the way, at someone else’s expense.

“Not my fault all you mammals expect girls to have tits.” the reptilian kobold insisted with a huff. Meera had no tits whatsoever but had a few bras, finding them very convenient hiding places. The brutes she’d adventured with had forced her to strip to her undies as they shook her clothes out in search of hidden pockets, but none of them was crude enough to try groping her tits, which were in fact composed of small pieces of valuable coinage, gems, jewelry and some handkerchiefs to prevent her from jingling.

“You know, you should borrow one of my bras. Room enough to smuggle out a pair of dragon eggs..” Zavi bragged, hefting her olive-green bosom.

“Can you loan me your spine, too? I don’t think my back could take lugging that around…”

“Can’t say I’ve ever had such… unpleasantness. Then again, as a practitioner of the mystical arts, I am in a more reputable line of work…” insisted Jan, waving a greasy rib around like it was a magic wand.

“Oh yeah. What was it you specialize in? Dispelling magical traps and wards?” Meera asked with a smirk, with Zavi snorting into her mug as the furry female’s rat-like tail twisted in annoyance.

“That’s right. And I recently came in from a job too. A warlock’s tomb, full of dangers imperceptible to the uninitiated. It takes a trained eye to recognize mystic runes hidden in carved reliefs, or to spot the faint traces of a summoning circle..."

“And did you actually dispel any magical wards? Or did you just fuck around with incense and magical lights to impress a bunch of rubes?” Meera asked.

“I wouldn’t expect a pickpocket to understand the esoteric traditions of my homeland.” Jan huffed, her whiskers twitching as she lifted her nose.

“Homeland my scaly ass, you were born by the docks! Coalscuttle alley, wasn’t it?” Zavi interjected.

“Yes, by the docks. My parents came from half-way across the world to these shores. Did you think they walked all the way across the seas, or that they came on a ship?”

“So they came all that way and just stayed at the first empty room they found?” Meera pried. Zavi was usually more than happy to chime in on these occasions, but she was using the distraction provided to switch her empty mug for the one Jan had made very little progress with.

“It’s a very dynamic area. Affordable, but with people from all kinds of places and all walks of life mingling freely…” Jan insisted.

“I’ll say. Didn’t you brag that you could swear in four different languages before you learned your first cantrip?” Meera asked, prompting Zavi to snort out beer foam.

“Hah! Now that’s proper kobold right there - even if you do look like some kind of rat-dog.” Zavi said, draining her mug and trying to see if she could flag someone down to order another round.

“I told you not to call me that!” Jan growled in a tone of voice that had lost all of its previous exotic hauteur. “Anyway, how would you know what a proper kobold is? You little green-skins are just goblins...” Jan accused, but Zavi just blew a raspberry and waved the notion away.

“Yeah right! Ev… everyone knows that goblins are a bunch of savages living out in the woods and swamps. They got feathers in their hair and bone piercings, always goin’ round ‘half-naked…” insisted the buxom kobold whose wardrobe didn’t leave much to the imagination. “...and are completely uncivli…unciliv… a bunch of feral buggers, the lot of ‘em…” Zavi sad, her tongue stumbling as the alcohol she’d just downed shot past her liver and right into her brain.

“Yeah, so the ones who got to the cities didn’t want to be thought of as a bunch of sneaky little savages so you just went around telling people you’re kobolds. Besides, everyone knows that goblin women only came to the cities because they heard they could sell what they’d been giving away back in the wilds…” Meera remarked.

“And that kind of ignorant slander’s going to cost you another round! I’m a respectable ar-teest!” Zavi insisted, pronouncing the word with exaggerated care before digging out her brass penny-whistle. “See? I’m a bard! Part of the cultru… cul-tral fabric of this great land. In the cities I entertain with song and -hic!- music… and on and adventr…adve… on a quest I provide… y’know… whassisname… knowledge! And if anyone says otherwise, I’ve got my trusty shiv on my hip and I can casr... castrah…”

“All right, we get your point…” Jan said. Zavi’s voice had risen in volume and a drunk patron screaming about castration at the top of their lungs could get them chucked out. And it was way too early in the evening for that!

“You two notice it’s getting harder for kobolds to find work adventuring?” Meera asked, considering her next career move.

“Mhhh. and when they do hire us there’s always double standards, isn’t there? Like how they’re surprised when we need to eat as much as they do?” Jan asked, tearing into another rib. Zavi was tempted to point out the canid female could probably eat as much as a full-grown orc, but instead stood up and tried to signal for another round in a sort of drunken semaphore language.

“Yeah, and how when there’s some small space that someone needs to crawl through they all look at you?” Meera asked and all three nodded.

“That’s right! Even if the party’s got shome shkinny elvish priss that could squeeze through anything… nobody’sh gonna expect Lady Galanúvidrielle or whatever to get on her kneesh…” Zavi slurred.

“Not to crawl, anyway… Heh, you two know why elf-women have those big pointy ea…uhhh, nevermind.” Meera mumbled, realizing the joke she had in mind would not be well-received by Zavi and Jan’s own big ears.

“So even if we can’t agree who’s the real kobold, we all get treated like kobolds…” Jan grumbled.

“Yeah, that doeshn’t settle anything. Sho… to detre…derte… find out who’s the real kobold, we need to have a… a contest! What are kobolds best at? Whashhh the most kobold thing we could compete in?” Zavi asked.

“Eating?” Meera wondered out loud, and Jan nodded in agreement as best she could while whittling away at another rib.

”Drinking…” Zavi added.

“Fucking!” Jan almost barked out, sanding the bone clattering across the table. None challenged her assertion.

“So how… how would that work? We just… pile on and get busy… and the last girl standing ish… the real kobold? How would that work with none of us having a pecker?” Zavi asked as gears struggled to turn in her brain.

“Well… I got this…” Mera suggested, holding up the tip of her thick tail.

“Whaaa… you’re not sticking that thing in me! Half the time you let it drag along the ground… My body’s a temple!” Zavi insisted, pulling up her jerkin as if to hoist up her temple’s domes.

“Heads up - pints for the half-pints.” said a voice from up above as a tall (relative to three kobolds) young man set three mugs down on the table.

“You serving tables Clive? Don’t tell me old stub-thumb’s back behind the bar?” Jan asked. The owner of the Cock was old stub-thumb Henry, so called because an accident with a barrel once crushed the tip of his left thumb, necessitating its removal. After a more recent heavy lifting incident threw his back out, his wife had insisted he retire and leave the running of the inn to his nephew, who had merely been helping out before then. The three kobolds preferred the new management since Clive was young, handsome and more tolerant of raucous behavior. Henry had been a bit too serious for this job, and couldn’t draw the distinction between entertaining mischief and what he called ‘havoc and destruction of property’. It also didn’t go amiss that Clive was a rather handsome young man and had an easy smile and honest charm to him. In fact, there had been a mild uptick in female patrons ever since ol’ stub-thumb had handed over they keys to him.

“No, just your table - special case. My waitress won't go near the three of you and your grasping hands…”

“Well you tell Ingrid she and her wobbly ass are safe from me. Not that she seems to mind everyone else copping a feel…” Meera pointed out.

“Oh, she knows it is. In fact she said you have a very light touch. She never felt your fingers, but when she came back to the bar she noticed her tip was gone from her apron pocket.” Clive said with a wink. “And I’ll be losing her in a few weeks. She’s getting married and is going to devote herself to being a wife and mother, in the near future. Best wishes to the happy couple, eh?” he added when he saw Zavi open her toothy mouth wide as sinister intent glittered in her eyes.

“Yeah… besht wishes…” the green gal conceded a little sullenly. She was about to cast serious doubt on Ingrid's suitability as a wife, but temper it a little by praising her for having birthing hips a cow might envy.

Fresh beer did wonders to lift the mood, and the next two rounds elevated it even further. Fermented grain also seemed to trigger the fermentation of ideas, a least for one of the three kobolds. Jan had polished off all her ribs and the table in front of her looked like a necromancer’s workbench as she slammed her mug down to get her friends’ attention.

“Clive!” she announced.

“Yeah, I could go fer ‘nother round…” Zavi mumbled, but the little canine stopped her from climbing up on the table to signal for more drinks.

“No, I mean that’s who we fuck!”

“Have… have I missed an important part of thish conversation?” asked Meera.

“To find out who’s the real kobold. He’s a looker, right? And he’s got a reputation with the ladies. We all have a week each to get him into bed, and the one who does - wins!”

“Okay but shuposhe he jus’... bends each of us over. We’re right back where we started… ‘cept shatisfied…” Zavi slurred, punctuating her complaint with a burp.

“Seems a deal better than where we are now. But how ‘bout this - in case of a draw we ask him to judge which one was best.”

“That sound like a plan. How do we work out who goes first?” Meera asked.

“We throw for it. All right, everyone ready?” Zavi asked as a bit of space was cleared out on the table and the kobolds each thrust an arm out as they chanted:

“Troll, dragon, elf!”

The trio cried out before each extended a hand twisted in what a layman might be forgiven for mistaking as arcane gestures. In fact, it was the way kobolds settled minor disputes (major ones being settled in ways that involved charges of property damage and public indecency). Meera was holding her thumb out and her other three fingers pressed together symbolizing a dragon’s unfurled wing. Meera always threw a dragon because she believed that rubbish that her kind was somehow descended from dragons.

Zavi was holding her hand pointing down and half-curled, symbolizing a big, hunched troll. Zavi knew Meera always threw a dragon but was too drunk to remember and groaned as she let her hand fall limp. Dragon breathes fire which troll couldn’t regenerate from, so he kills troll. Jan was grinning because she was holding a fist with her middle finger extended skywards - the symbol representing a tall, slender elf. And the elf shoots his arrow into that one weak spot that all dragons have and kills the dragon.

By long-standing tradition, when all three people throw a different thing, the one who threw ‘elf’ wins, based on the observable phenomenon that elves always seem to wind up on top. To a careful observer this would mean the ‘elf’ has a clear advantage, and the same observer might assume that it would be the top pick for most players of this peculiar game, but it wasn’t. Why? Because fuck elves, that’s why! They think they’re so smart and so pretty…

“Okay, so it’s me first, then Meera and then Zavi…” Jan said.

“Fine by me. Every-hic!-one knowsh you shave the besht frrrr lasht…” the green-skinned female half-slurred, half-sulked the words out.

“And may the true kobold win!” Meera added, as all four females contemplated the oblivious young man behind the bar…

*******

“I really can’t thank you enough for agreeing to help me…” Jan chirped sweetly, addressing the male following behind her and having a little more trouble ducking under low branches.

Part of that was that it was nighttime and that the light she’d summoned wasn’t especially bright. The other was that he was carrying quite a lot of arcane paraphernalia. Or rather, what he thought was arcane paraphernalia. Because Jan had told him it was. A little white lie, as far as she was concerned. She was sure that her people had plenty of esoteric and spiritual traditions. Unfortunately, her parents hadn’t passed any of them down, so the furry female thought that she had every right to be… creative about the heritage she’d been deprived of.

“So… when you normally perform this… rite… you lug all this stuff around?”

“Yes. Usually I don’t have a gallant companion who offered to carry it all for me.”

“It felt like the least I could do after you invited me…” Clive hinted, suggesting that his carrying capacity was the only reason he was invited. Ahhh, the sweet naive boy!

“Well, you see… there is a sort of intricate… calendar, for lack of a better word. The alignment of the stars is complex and profoundly significant, and on this day it would be vary bad luck to perform the rite alone.” she explained as the man walking behind her clinked and clacked with every step.

Jan felt proud of the effort she put into her supposedly mystical gear. They mostly followed the theme of carved and/or painted stick with stuff dangling off it. Any stuff. Little brass bells, any rock that looked colorful enough to pass for a ‘crystal’ and ribbons of parchment with an exotic and entirely fictional script running down them. When they finally broke into a clearing, she decided to give Clive a break.

“Here! I can see the lay-lines intersecting. I can feel the power of the land and sky meet…” she proclaimed. She could feel a certain energy, but it wasn’t originating in the land or the sky, but rather from where her thighs met. She took her props from Clive and stabbed them one by one into the soft earth to form what was hopefully something like the five points of a star. She was chanting all the while and swirling her tail in a way that she hoped was suggestive even to a male from a species that lacked them.

“All is ready…” she announced, untying her sash and shrugging her robe off. She had faced the moon and was trying not to smile as she stood with her tawny fur almost glowing in the moonlight. Her figure was sylph-like compared to Zavi’s somewhat vulgar proportions, but more generous in the chest than Meera’s. The best of both worlds, as far as the little female was concerned, and certainly enough to leave Clive speechless. “Go on. Disrobe…”

“You… I thought I was just here to…”

“You don’t think I called you out here just to be my pack-mule, did you? I want to share my people’s traditions with you…” she said, omitting the fact that she’d gone through a lot of trouble in the past few days to make these traditions up. “Go on, it’s just us two and the stars…” she gestured with her hands, knowing that it would coincidentally hoist her perky breasts up and make them just a tad more eye-catching. Her argument proved enough to make Clive get his clothes off, and once he did it was the kobold who got her eyes caught. Her tail writhed for a second before she got it under control. She faced away from Clive and raised her hands skywards, chanting and dancing around in a way that had less to do with binding the energies of earth and sky and more with showing off her perky behind. When she was running out of mystical gibberish she gasped and pointed skyward.

“Look! A shooting star…” she lied, pointing to a section of the sky filled with decidedly stationary stars.

“I didn’t see anything…”

“Well maybe your attention was elsewhere?” she suggested coyly, casting a knowing smile over one slender shoulder. With nothing covering Clive’s body she could tell that his eyes had definitely not been on the sky.

“I guess. Is that a good omen?” he asked.

“On a night like this… it’s especially auspicious. But the descent of a celestial body to our world must be properly… celebrated…” she said, swinging her slender hips and swishing her long hairless tail as she closed the distance between her and the buck naked male. Her words might have been vague, but the way she was staring at his erection was very telling. And very blunt.

“Uhhh…when you say celebrated… you don’t mean more chanting, do you?” he asked, and she gave him a soft giggle.

“No. No words at all, in fact. Don’t worry about it…” she said, running a hand up the thigh of a male who didn’t exactly look worried. “There are no attachments. No expectations beyond a night of… magic.” she husked, delivering the line she’d actually practiced in front of a mirror.

“I… so how do… unghhh… okay, I’ll just… let you take the lead…” Clive groaned as the little paw traveling up his thigh slipped between his legs and wound up cupping his sack.

Mhhhh, I can make some real magic happen with a staff like this… Jan thought to herself, making soft chirring sounds as he fondled and sniffed Clive’s erection. Spell-casting, even when faked, required nimble fingers to form the mystical gestures that shaped arcane energy, and such fingers came in very handy for other tasks. She just gently fondled Clive’s manhood to begin with, but couldn’t resits wrapping one paw around the fleshy rod and giving it a few good strokes. When that got Clive's tip dripping, she dainty flicked her tongue against it before starting to lick along the rest of the shaft, opening her mouth as little as possible.

Semantics aside, all kobolds had sharp pointy teeth, but some ‘kobolds’ like Zavi could hide theirs behind full, pouty lips. Lips that could - when needed - wrap around a male’s erection the way a calf’s mouth wraps around its mother's teat, and with a similar goal in mind. Jan knew from experience that the sight of her rows of pretty but decidedly pointy teeth could trigger certain cowardly instincts in a male. Never mind the fact that she could keep them out of the way and do wonders with her tongue!

But for now she opened her muzzle as little as possible and licked lovingly around every inch of Clive’s cock not held in her dainty hand. She did her best to tease him without looking like she was doing it, while her free paw slipped between her own legs. After all, it wasn’t fair for Clive to be the only one being teased, and he couldn’t exactly reach so far down. He did lay a hand on her head and stroked and scratched behind her big ears, making her wonder if she was his first kobold (real kobold, that is) or if he just had good instincts.

Her little nose-pad twitched as she took in the scent of the eager human male, the peculiar fragrance of perspiration on bare skin. She worked herself open first with one finger then two, but never slowed the hand or the tongue working over Clive’s shaft. A part of her was tempted to just give him the final push, to see white cum burst from the slit in his rounded tip and to taste him as the throbbed in her paw. But she didn’t want to strain her flimsy premise and doubted that Clive would believe that celebrations like this traditionally started with a facial. So after another minute she pulled her muzzle away and slipped her hand away from the now raging erection, guiding the human to a tree that looked just as rigid.

“You mind giving me a lift?” she panted, leaning against the trunk. His hands slid under her arms and he hoisted her with ease. Almost practiced ease. Like she wasn’t his first four-foot-female. No matter. He might have had ‘kobold’ before, but he was about to have kobold!

With her back against the bark Jan managed to bend her back and push her hips forward, legs open wide as she beckoned her human lover closer. Once he was within reach, she generality took hold of his tip and guided him in as her other paw spread her spade open. Clive wasn’t her first human, and while she did love their anatomy down here she had to admit there was a very real advantage to a tapered tip when girls like her were concerned.

She knew that the rounded glans would feel delightful as it opened her up, and when Clive got into the swing of things the blunt tip would feel delightful no matter how hard he jabbed himself in, unlike a tapered point which could poke painfully if proper care wasn’t taken. But first she’d have to get the damned thing in! She’d done a good job getting both herself and Clive wet which was good, but right now was making things to slippery to get a hold of. And the soft, silvery light of the moon and stars was romantic, but right now she’d prefer it if she could actually see what she was doing.

A few more frustrating seconds and Jan gasped as she felt Clive’s glans touch the center of her wet, puffy spade and gently part her Y-shaped folds. Her tail wrapped around one of the young managements legs like a horny snake, and he seemed to read the gesture right. She kept his shaft aimed just right as he lowered her just a little, letting her weight pushed her down on him. The canid kobold’s pulse raced as she watched her dark cunny dimple and open and yipped when the glans suddenly sank in.

Clive almost pulled out but stopped dead when the tail coiled around his leg tightened and the female it belonged to reached out to cup his cheek. With some of her weight now resting against the tree, Clive let his hands slide down her sides, over her hips and settling finally with a firm kobold butt-cheek in each palm. As his hands moved down his face moved forwards and Jan flicked her ears back as she brought her muzzle to his lips.

Their tongues flicked and twined playfully and it took a few swivels of Jan’s hips for Clive to get the message. Once he did he began to lower her down and the tail coiled around his leg twitched as inch after warm, firm inch pushed in, the rounded glans gently sinking deeper into Jan’s slinky little body than seemed possible. The dark spade was now a firm, fleshy ring wrapped taut around the young man’s cock and twitching visibly as Clive’s tip brushed against all the right spots on its way in.

He held her rump firmly as he began to withdraw, making the same canine sex lengthen as it clung to the veiny length slipping slowly out. Jan made sure to show her approval, nuzzling and licking Clive’s neck and making happy trilling sounds when she felt him push back into her. It took about a minute or two of lazy but deep thrusting for her to take every inch of him, and Jan was lost in the blissful sensation of a blunt human glans pressed up against her cervix when her big lover spoke up.

“Am I doing this right?” he asked, rolling his hips gently up and down and making the candid kobold’s tail twitch.

“Mnnnyeah… s-sooo good… mnhhhh, you’re sooo big…” Jan trilled happily, nuzzling his neck and trying to chase away this peculiar bout of insecurity he seemed to be struggling with.

“I mean your ritual. Is there anything I’m supposed to say, or…?” he whispered into one big ear.

“What ri… oh! No, it’s… just keep doing what you’re doing. It’s important that you finish inside me. But take your time!” she said. There was enough moonlight for Jan to make out a corner of Clive’s mouth lifting. To his credit, he was trying not to smirk, but she didn’t care. At this point it was his choice – did he want to believe he was really helping an exotic enchantress with a meaningful rite of her distant homeland? Or did he want to admit that he’d been tricked into fucking a horny kobold in the middle of nowhere?

No matter what got him where he was now, he seemed genuinely happy to be hilt-deep in a little furry temptress. The rolling of his hips lengthened as he pulled more of himself out on each stroke, thrusting steadily into the slinky nubile body served up to him. Jan flashed him her best bedroom eyes and arch her back, thrusting her perky chest out at the tall male. With half her weight now resting against the three and the other half firmly anchored by the cock pumping her taut spade, Clive no longer really needed to hold her up.

With hat in mind, the young man let his hands slide up the kobold’s hips and waist, running against the grain of her fur until his hands were at the sides of her chest. His thumbs extended and Jan trilled again as he brushed them against her nipples, making the pink nubs stick out firm and proud from the pert little mounds of feminine flesh. She’d caught her mark on the first try, and had obviously enraptured the young human with the oldest kind of magic there was. But there was still a chance that either Meera or Zavi (or even both!) might get Clive into the sack. In case that happened, she needed to set the bar high, to ensure victory for not only herself but her people – the true kobolds!

“Mnhhoouuhhyesss… like that…” she almost purred, twisting her sinuous tail around Clive’s leg as she kept her perky tits thrust out for him to play with. If he liked breasts Meera was fresh out of luck and Zavi… well, there was a reason why people said things like ‘too much of a good thing’, and those green udders were definitely too much.

Not to mention that her femininity was rather exotic. Unlike a slit, a spade was designed with a good bit of muscle control, so as to close tight around a knot and ensure a firm tie and more kobolds to follow. Clive didn’t have a knot and since he was a human he had as much chance of impregnating the tree she was leaning against as he did her. But she still had those special muscles down there and Jan put them to good use.

He was thrusting fast now, but she could still time her clenches to when he pulled out, and was smiling at the grunting, groaning noises he made as an already snug pussy gripped down on him like a velvet vise. The clenching was a two-way street though. Her clit was hidden in the soft spade even now wrapped like a fleshy ring around Clive’s cock, not easily accedes by skilled fingers but positioned just right for every thrust to rub against it. And when she clenched down the fleshy, veiny shaft rubbed hard, enough to make her clawed toes splay and clench.

At some point she’d lost control of her clenches, and quite honestly she lost sight of the big bet that had prompted this rendezvous. For a few brief moments it didn’t matter whether her people were the true kobolds. Hell, at this point Clive could have called her a rat-dog and she doubted she would have cared. Definitely not enough to push him away, but maybe enough to bite him a little. Her clenches were now a matter of reflex as her legs wrapped around the young man mating her and the noises she’d been making to seduce him became almost feral. Finally, a smattering of yips and gasps and a sudden tightening of her splayed spade signaled her climax.

“Ngghhh...ffuuck…” Clive groaned. While Jan had just been given a very good demonstration of his experience with females, she was sure that she was the first one with a canine sex that Clive had ever made cum.

The ring of muscle that was her vulva gripped hard, the way it would to lock in a knot and drive the owner of it overboard. Then it would be the job of muscled deeper in her nubile body to draw in the male’s seed where it needed to go. The fact that Clive didn’t have a knot didn’t stop her pussy from clenching down, but it also didn’t stop the human male from moving. Even as slick as things had gotten down there, the firm grip kept him from pulling very far out of her. His hands moved to her slinky waist to keep her steady as his own hips set a ragged pace, driving into her hard enough to make her perky tits bounce.

Jan was just coming down from her orgasm as the groaning young man reached his, driving in deep as he released rope after hot rope of cum inside her. The kobold girl sighed long and low, smiling the smile of a female enjoying a consequence series of squirts deep inside her. A bit of cum leaked out without a knot to really tie them together. She nuzzled Clive’s neck affectionately, resting a hand on his chest and feeling his wild heartbeat slow down.

“I… don’t have to lug those things back, do I?” he gasped out, obviously referring to the props that Jan definitely didn’t need anymore.

“No, those are supposed to stay there. And speaking of that… you aren’t getting soft, are you?”

“Doesn’t look like it. You’re still...ahh… gripping me kinda tight down there.”

“Well it’s considered very bad luck for you to pull out of me until you do. So just play with my boobies until you catch your breath. Then you can start thrusting again…” the furry female said, thrusting her perky chest out and swiveling her hips.

*******

Cunning. That’s another thing kobolds were known for. The sharp minds that could hatch devious plots, and the word hatching itself clearly implied reptiles. Well, harpies also hatched, but luckily they weren’t going around calling themselves kobolds, at least not yet. Twilight had yielded enough to night that nobody could really notice Meera standing on the tavern’s roof. Part of it was her outfit - a gray so dark as to be almost black and a good way to blend into a shadowy urban environment. And tight enough that if she chose to be seen she could give people something to look at.

True, she lacked the fatbags that mammals seemed so fond of, but she did have a nice set of egg-laying hips, a butt toned by frequent and prolonged crouching and a dazzling and exotic visage. She’d even buffed her scales, not that many of them could be seen through her ‘work clothes’. She tested the gutter clinging to the edge of the roof and found it to be nice and secure. Clive had fixed it up a few months ago, providing female patrons like Meera with a nice view of his tight buns while he was on top of the ladders. With the practiced ease that spoke of frequent nights spent on rooftops, she leapt off and caught the edge of the gutter with her hands. With no alarming creaks suggesting it wasn’t up to the task of bearing her weight she moved on to the next phase of her plan.

“Help! Someone help!” she pleaded, trying to pitch her voice so that the young man tidying up the closed tavern would hear her and not some random passer-by. An actual rescue would ruin her carefully laid plan. She smiled when she heard footsteps and the entrance to the Cock swinging open.

“Oh, help!” she pleaded again, kicking out with her legs and hopefully giving Clive a good view of the bouncy reptilian behind squeezed into dark tights.

“Meera? Is that… how did you get up there?” he asked, and the kobold’s unseen smile faltered as her brain came up empty. She was so used to being on rooftops and was proud that she’d never been spotted on her prowls. The downside was that she had no excuse ready. “Never mind, just hold on and I’ll get the ladder!” the young man said. It bought her some time to think of why she was here, but she wasn’t about to let him actually get a ladder.

“No, don’t go! My fingers are slipping…” she cried out in what she hoped was a good damsel in distress voice. She wasn’t, of course, and she had no intention of climbing down a ladder. Come on Clive, use your brain! How can you save me without a ladder?

“Okay, just… just let go and I’ll catch you.” he said.

Good boy! Meera thought with a grin Clive couldn’t see. Just as planned, her triumph was a short drop away. With confidence in the man beneath, the scaly female released the cast-iron halfpipe and let herself plummet for a few brief seconds. She had a clear image of how this would work - Clive would catch her with ease, her legs dangling across one forearm as her own arms wrapped around his neck, her breathing labored with faked fear. She would give him her best ‘My hero!’ eyes which would shift quite organically into a ‘How can I ever repay you?’ look and then it was only one arch of a horn-studded brow away from proper ‘Fuck me!’ eyes.

But Clive had a different way of catching in mind, and instead of her falling into his arms he wound up with his hands on her sides. A nice catch, a firm hold and she was quite safe, but Meera’s sides were extremely ticklish. Clive had no way of knowing that. He had no way of knowing the way the scaly kobold’s older sister had tormented her, running nimble fingers all over the scaly body of a shrieking giggling hatchling. Childhood instincts kicked in before reason could rein them in, and Meera began to squirm as she shrieked out. Squirming had never worked on her devious sister but Clive wasn’t expecting this and it was very effective. The shrieking kobold wound up clambering onto his shoulders and finding handholds wherever she could as her eyes teared up from laughter. With Meera now clinging to his face Clive tried to pry her off, which involved his hands and fingers touching her and only spurring Meera on.

It had been some time since she’d worn this particular outfit, and she might have put on a few extra pounds since she last did. Not a lot, but just enough for a very important seam to give way as she clung to the face of the young an trying to pry her off his head. A task made all the more difficult when Meera felt his mouth on her suddenly bared sex and kinda… clenched up. She assumed Clive was trying to shout for her to let go and pry her off his face, but all she felt were vibrations against her slit and large, strong hands groping her ass.

It wasn’t her proudest moment but she didn’t quite feel like getting off. At least getting off Clive’s head. So she did her best to pretend she was still just clinging to him in shock and fear after her plummet from… well about twelve feet, but still quite far to go when you were as small as she was. She was also reasonably sure Clive could breathe down there. He was still shouting and all that air had to be coming from somewhere. She had psyched herself out for a night of debauchery and this was kinda close to what she had in mind, so the kobold began grinding and gently humping her crotch against the face of the tall young man on whose shoulders she was still riding. There weren’t many people in this street after the Cock closed down so she had some measure of privacy. Besides, her outfit blended so well with the darkness, nobody would even see her. Clive would just look like a groaning, headless apparition, and everyone gave those a wide berth.

She was having a rather nice time humping the young man’s face, but unfortunately he wasn’t taking the hint. Being on top like this was kinky, and she loved the way he was gripping her ass, but she was about a minute of dedicated licking away from cumming. Then again, there was no reason to let him know that. Smiling a devious grin, the little reptile began to chirp and moan, bucking her hips harder and harder and finishing with a nice firm squeeze of her thighs around Clive’s face. After that she went slack, trying to fake a few post-climactic shudders as she let Clive peel her away from his damp face.

“Meera what the… are you all right?” Clive asked, holding the kobod out at arm’s length as he tried to work out what had just happened.

“All right? Better be careful when you set me down…my legs are still wobbly.” she gasped out, pretending that he’d just taken her to heaven and back while planning how to make the trip actually happen.

“Wait, you… you mean you actually…”

“Ohhh, don’t be coy! I always knew you had a silver tongue on you, but after that I feel like it’s worth its weight in gold…”

“I think it might have been the adrenaline. I’m good, but not that good…” he said, setting the scaly female down.

The lamp above the tavern’s door was still burning and Meera was making the most out of that little spotlight. She didn’t have any breasts, but she knew that there was a certain body language that encompassed the shoulders and chest that could get the message across. She usually relied on her thin waist, flared hips and a scaly but that was magnificent even with those few extra seam-splitting pounds. The tricky part was always how to subtly display those assets without seeming like six feet of slut stuffed into a four foot body.

“I think you might be right about the adrenaline. My hands are still shaking…” she said, raising one hand and doing her best to make it tremble. “I know you’re closed, but I feel like I really need a drink just to steady my nerves. And I definitely owe you one for saving my life…”

Clive made things easier and led her in, even going so far as to help hoist her onto a bar-stool before pouring them a glass of gin each. Meera was quite prepared to go through with her plan in the alley since there was more riding on this romp than her need to finish what Clive had inadvertently started. But the taproom was the better choice, and she didn’t mind a drink either.

“So… why were you up on my roof?” Clive asked, making Meera’s face go blank as her mind raced.

Crap! There was one little detail of this plan she’d missed. The scaly kobold was good at what she did, and the fact that she’d never been caught on the rooftops had made her feel like she belonged there. Her mind was derailed from coming up with ways to best present herself to Clive in such a way that she’d get what she came here for. That was the worst part – she really wasn’t doing anything wrong up there, for once, and yet she couldn’t admit why she’d climbed up, so…

“I… I heard a cat meowing up there and wanted to help it down…” she claimed, and no sooner than she did than a treasonous meow sounded from the Cock’s resident rat-catcher somewhere behind the bar.

“Sounded something like that?” Clive asked with one brow arched.

“Yes well… I guess I heard her and just… assumed there was a kitty stuck on the roof… kinda explains why I didn’t find one…”

“Meera… you weren’t gonna rob my inn, were you?”

“Wha… how can you even suggest that? The first rule of this profession is that you don’t shit where you eat! I mean… not that I’m in that profession. But say that for some reason I was… how could you even suggest that I’d do that sort of thing to you, of all people?” she asked, reaching out and taking hold of his hand as if to re-affirm some deep and meaningful bond between them that had been brought into question. Nice strong hand too. She could have enjoyed those if she wasn’t so damned ticklish!

“Can you ever forgive me?” Clive asked, cannily pouring them both another drink.

“Well, I probably shouldn’t. But after what you did to me back there I’m still giddy enough to forgive all sorts of things…” she said. Like being bent over this bar and used like a whore who owes you money… she thought.

“You know, I wasn’t even trying… that is I wasn’t…”

“...even trying? Goodness, Clive! Now I can’t help but wonder what happens to a girl when you do try…” Meera almost purred as she twirled her claw around on top of the varnished wood of the bar. “Oh, wait a second! I got mine but… oh I would just feel terrible if I left you all… tense…” she purred, skipping nimbly off the stool and making a dash around the bar.

“Wait, wha… are you really…”

“I’m just going to see if there’s any way I can… thank you for saving my life.” Meera purred, silencing the human’s protests and quite expertly unlacing his pants.

Shoving one’s hands into someone else’s pockets wasn’t much different than pushing them into someone’s trousers, and in both cases Meera usually managed to do it without complaints and a handful of something nice. Quite nice, in this case. Clive wasn’t fully hard, but his cock was nicely plump and responding well to a gentle scaly hand, a hint that he’d enjoyed having her ride his face and had only gone soft during their little nightcap.

“I don’t suppose I can convince you that no thanks is necessary?” Clive asked, leaning back against the bar and obviously letting Meera work her magic.

“No hope at all. It’s kind of a matter of honor…” she said, admiring the young man’s shaft as it began to stiffen in her grip.

“Honor among thieves?” Clive asked, and Meera merely matched his smirk before opening her mouth.

He seemed a little nervous about the rows of small, pointy teeth. A lot of smooth-skins are, but she had something to make him feel at ease. Meera’s tongue was long and as nimble as her fingers, and she brought all of it into play as she worked the groaning male to full hardness in a matter of heartbeats. She fondled his sack, stroked the base of his cock with the other paw and twisted her longe tongue around his tip, knowing without looking up that he would be gazing spellbound at her. She went at him with everything she had, but the onslaught was over as fast as it had begun. All it had served was to leave the glistening shaft as hard as an iron pry-bar, which had been the point all along. Before Clive could speak, Meera took hold of his erection in a firm but gentle grip, feeling cocky as she led him to the nearest table. She easily hoisted herself up, spun around and spread her legs, the earlier wardrobe malfunction conveniently exposing everything she wanted Clive to see.

“I hope you don’t mind me being a little greedy, but I kinda want to find out if the rest of you is as good as your tongue…” she said sweetly, letting her tail rise and gently brush the underside of the young man’s sack.

As a final incentive, she raised her legs and grabbed them under her knees, demonstrating both how limber she was and how eager she was for Clive to take advantage of such bendy ness. She made a happy trilling noise as he laid his hands on her thighs and ran his fingertips across her labia. Let him savor the exotic sensation of the finest, daintiest scales covering her plump outer folds and the silken softness of the delicate inner petals hidden between them when she wasn’t putting herself on such blatant display.

He was enchanted, and how could he not be? The blood of dragons (albeit quite watered down) flowed through her veins, the majesty of the great wyrms reduced to something much less terrifying but no less captivating. Not some rat-dog from across the seas or some fat-tittied goblin trying to lay claim to a name she didn’t deserve. A true kobold was what Clive had in front of him, and what he was eager to taste more of.

A thumb pressed into the softness of her labia and pulled her gently open as the tall male guided his tip in. Meera gave a trilling moan as he gently sank in, encouraging him to keep going. She fought the urge to wriggle as he sheathed himself into her body, but with her feet up it was hard to miss the way her clawed toes flexed. Her rear was on the edge of the table with her thick tail hanging down, so Clive had no trouble sliding himself deep enough inside her for his sack to touch her pucker.

“You okay?” he asked, and Meera took pride at the strained tone of his voice as her snug pussy hugged him tight.

“Yeah, just gimme a sec.” she said.

Clive felt deliciously big inside her right now, but she knew that she needed to let her body adjust, or having that fleshy shaft actually pump her scaly slit would be a little too intense. She flexed and arched her back, grinding herself against him just to keep him from getting bored. When the sensation of heat and fullness became less intense, she knew she was ready to step things up. She gave him a nod and watched in delight as the glistening shaft slid out, only to push back in with a soft, wet noise.

“Okay… Go for it…” she trilled, pulling her legs back as far as she could and giving the human male a lot of access.

His fingers dug into the scales of her bouncy behind as if there was a danger of him pushing her off the table with his thrusts. Well, maybe there was. Carrying around kegs and rolling barrels had left the young man with an impressive physique, especially from this angle. Such a shame she didn’t get him naked, but the premise of this little encounter was flimsy enough without pushing him to get his clothes off, just so she could ‘thank him for saving her life’.

And that body wasn’t just for show. There was a sinuousness to his movement as he drove his hips against her that the slinky reptile side of her could appreciate, as well as other parts of him that her feminine side was appreciating very much. It spoke of experience with women, but more distressingly it spoke of experience with women her size. Jan’s chance to get Clive in the sack had been last week, and as the young man fucked her, Meera had just enough presence of mind to realize that Jan might have been successful. That meant that the bar had been moved from simply getting Clive to mount her. She would have to leave an impression, and she could think of only one way to do that at this point.

“Ahh… w-wait!” she gasped, and even though Clive had been very much in the swing of things he still stopped at the merest hint that she was in discomfort.

“You okay?”

“Yeah it… just occurred to me. You’ve probably been with dozens of beautiful women. To really thank you, I think I should give you something a little more… memorable.” she said, giving him a coy look and getting a very encouraging one from Clive. She kept her legs in the air as she helped him pull out, and them guided his tip a little lower where champagne-foam scales gave way to soft, pale pink flesh.

Normally, this was what Meera resorted to when sharing a bed with a reptile male in order to avoid laying an egg. And once when she had to bribe someone to make them pretend they didn’t see her riffling through the party’s loot, trying to skim the best stuff before it was ‘fairly’ divided. She kept Clive aimed at just the right spot and nodded for him to start pushing. The scaly kobold took deep breath as she felt her rosebud first dimple then slowly open up, yielding to the pressure of the warm, slick tip. Fortunately, Clive was very patient, possibly a little in awe at the sight of a gorgeous, petite female offering herself up to him so completely. Then with a grunt and a moan (both from her) he was in.

Both her mouth and her pussy had done a good job of getting Clive slippery, but whenever she took someone under her tail that first moment was always a bit tricky. She hissed faintly and fought her body’s instinctive reaction which was to clench up and just make things… harder. Experience told her that relaxing while having your butt bread was the way to go, and that as long as she kept a grip on herself and not on Clive’s shaft, she’d wind up getting more out of this than just the satisfaction of winning the Kobold contest. After almost a minute of deep, even breaths she gave Clive a nod.

Depth wasn’t much of a problem, and even her human lover seemed surprised at just how easily he was sinking in between her scaly cheeks. The trick was not to clench her pucker around him, because it just made the already girthy cock feel twice as thick. She gazed up at Clive’s face and found the expression on it very rewarding. He was staring dumbstruck at her cute little slit and the faint outline of pink around the cock sinking into her nubile scaly body. This would be a very memorable experience for him in the days to come, like the day he was asked which of the three potential kobolds was the best fuck.

And it wasn’t like this was a hardship. When Clive sheathed himself inside her, she let herself just enjoy being stuffed and having her pucker wrapped so tight around him she could time his pulse. He began to grind himself against her and that was nice, then to pull out and push in and that was nicer. She made sure to give him some encouraging noises as he picked up a gentle rhythm. A minute in he stopped but that was only to lay her legs against his chest, which left the scaly female with her hands free.

She had to admit, it was moments like these that she felt like boobs would come in handy. Maybe not those absurd teats like Zavi had, but just something eye-catching to play with. But she was nothing if not creative, as well as being flexible, so as Clive took advantage of her flexibility, she decided to give him a show.

Clawed fingers gently pulled apart her glistening folds, putting her glistening pink flower on display. The middle finger lazily traced the edges of her delicate inner petals and circled around the tiny clit almost camouflaged by the delicate, pebbly scales around it. She dragged her dull claw up and down her slit in time to Clive’s thrusts, and on one of his plunges she sank the digit into her dripping honeypot. With a fully grown human hilt deep under her tail she was feeling quite snug, and was sure that Clive would be able to feel her finger as she pumped herself.

She wasn’t sure if it was the sensation of her finger rubbing along his shaft as she toyed with her pussy, or just the sight of an eager scaly girl taking him under her tail. He was definitely picking up speed, his hips now making noise as they slapped against her bouncy butt. It was vigorous, but Meera was in a very good frame of mind for taking a nice butt-rutting, as evidenced by the finger now pumping her pussy as vigorously as Clive was pumping her butt.

When she was close she deiced to finish with a splash, pulling her dripping digit out and just rubbing in small circles just above her clit. It wasn’t quite a splash, but there was a cute little squirt as her fingering and Clive’s pumping pushed her over and her empty cunny gushed. The same reflex also made her clench down and Clive groan as her grip stopped him mid stroke. He managed to push himself in a little deeper, and with a final groan Meera felt him release deep inside her ass. She let her legs slide off his chest and around his waist as she beckoned him down, kissing him until her ass loosened up enough to let him go soft and slip out.

Let those two ‘kobolds’ top this!

*******

“It’s nice of you to offer to help me close down for the night…” Clive said, wondering if his remark would remind Zavi that she’d actually suggested helping him. The little green female had brought to empty mugs back and just seated herself on the bar. Not that Clive minded. He could see her quite well as she lazed around on the varnished wood. It was only if she slipped behind the bar that he had to worry.

“Oh, don’t mention it! After all, I feel like this is my workplace as much as yours… sorry, what was that?” she asked after Clive made a funny noise.

“I… just a cough…” lied the young man who’d actually guffawed at the thought of the buxom green imp actually doing any work.

“Thought so. It’s kind of an unspoken bond, isn’t it? The inn-keep behind the bar and the beautiful songstress up on stage…” Zavi said, tossing the mess of black hair trying and failing to hide her big pointy ears.

“Doesn’t quite sound like us though…”

“And just what do you mean by that?” Zavi said, her tone straying from a purring kitten to a hissing alley-cat at the idea that Clive was challenging the fact that she was in fact a beautiful songstress.

“Well this place doesn’t have a stage, does it?”

“Ohhhh… that. Well, even a table is a stage, as long as everyone’s looking at you when you climb up on it…” she said, once again easing her voice into something sultry yet very approachable.

“Well you do tend to grab everyone’s attention…” Clive said, lifting the chairs up on one of the ‘stages’. He omitted the fact hat everyone looked at Zavi because there was always a high likelihood that she would start tossing either her clothes or empty mugs and bottles, depending on her mood and how much she’d had to drink.

“As a barman, everyone wants you to listen to them, and as a singer, everyone wants to listen to me…” Zavi insisted.

“People do like it when you play…” Clive said, trying to tactfully suggest that her singing was less popular. He had to admit that Zavi could draw out some nice, cheery tunes out of that penny-whistle of hers and it did go over well with the patrons. But if she drank enough, she’d decide to use the wind in her lungs to sing and… it wasn’t that she had a bad voice. Maybe a touch too loud. And her repertoire consisted of the sort of songs more appropriate to a dock-side rum den, even before she added her own ‘flair’ to the already bawdy lyrics. Nor did she take criticism well…

“And yet all those people leave after they’ve had their fill, leaving the two of us all alone…” Zavi sighed.

This wasn’t going quite as she’d imagined it. Namely, Clive was actually cleaning the place up and paying very little attention to her. She’d imagined that he’d just… wipe down the bar. The one she happened to be sitting on. It would have left her face-height with the human, with both her dazzling smile and the tits she’d barely pushed into her leather halter on display. He’d run a cloth across the smooth wood as they chatted, maybe ‘accidentally’ brushing her thigh. It had been a good plan, but she’d have to improvise a bit. Luckily, she was a bard, and improvising was second nature to her.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I was captured by this… drow priestess?” she asked, dangling a line in the water with what she thought was pretty good bait.

“I don’t think you did…” Clive said, brushing the floor. Let’s see how long that lasts…

“Thought my number was up that time. She had me in her lair, spread out on a dark altar with ominous candles and strange incense burning all around us. My heart was racing, and there she was – an unearthly apparition looming above me – stark white mane, cruel painted lips, a lithe body all wrapped up in black lace and leather. She laughed a sinister laugh as she ran long, painted nails across my bare flesh…” she said, laying down along the length of the bar with her arms above her head, simulating a damsel in distress splayed out on a sacrificial altar.

“Mmm-hmm…” Clive murmured, still tidying the taproom up. Okay, time to really improvise.

“Well, I was sure I was a goner right then and there, but then the sadistic bitch just leaps up, straddles my head and plants her cunt on my mouth!”

“Wait… what!?” Clive asked, his head shooting up and his eyes locking on Zavi who managed not to grin too smugly. As far as the green-skinned girl was concerned, the guiding motto of a bard was ‘give the audience what they want’. You could neither eat nor drink artistic integrity, so why bother with it?

“Yeah, well you know what they’re like.” she said, guiding Clive’s thoughts to the sort of depraved rumors that cling to dark-elven females like stink clings to a pig. “Well, there she is, grinding her slit against my face while I’m all tied up and just trying to breathe. Her ass is in my face, bit it’s a skinny elven ass so I can still see things around me, and I see her grab for a knife. Only not a proper knife like this…” she said, reaching behind the bar for a table knife to use as a prop. “...but a black and red one, with… jagged edges and demonic runes carved into it. And I’m thinking that’s me buggered right then and there – she’s going to chant something to some ‘orrible goddess of theirs and plunge it into my heart. But instead she slides the blade down from right here below my neck, just grazing the skin… and slices through the laces of my jerkin one...by...one!” she said, imitating the gesture and cutting her own laces down to the last one. The way Clive’s eyes popped open when she cut the last one was very promising.

“Anyway, my tits bounce out, and I can hear her gasp. I couldn't exactly see her face, since mine was under her ass, but I figure it must have looked a little like yours right now. Now I’m still expecting that knife, but she drops it and just starts pawing my breasts and grinding her bald slit against my face. She’s completely lost in it – kneading them, tweaking my nipples, bouncing them. Well, probably the first time a skinny elf like her’s gotten her hands on a decent pair anyway. “

“Uhh-huh…” Clive said. He was sounding a little skeptical, but he seemed to like both the tall-tale and the way Zavi was making it come to life in front of him by mimicking what the supposed drow priestess supposedly did to her rack.

“At this point she’s lost all control and is bucking her hips against my mouth…” the green kobold insisted, lifting her own hips off the bar over and over as she pantomimed a dark elven female overcome with lust. “… and a minute into that she suddenly pinches hard on my nips and I open my mouth to scream just as she sprays all over my face. I manage not to drown and figure that she’ll get off since she was very obviously done, if you know what I mean, but the sex-crazed bitch just starts humping my head again!”

“How did you ever break free?” Clive asked.

“Well I figured she’d had enough and I sure as fuck had, so I shoved a finger right in her tight elven ass. When she started whimpering for me to pull it out, I told her that if she didn’t climb the fuck off, the rest of my fingers would be joining the first.” she insisted, clenching her hand into a little green fist as if to illustrate her point.

“Probably made her think twice about abducting small females in the future, huh?” Clive remarked, his sarcastic tone and smile telling her he knew it was all complete bullshit while the tent in his pants told Zavi that he didn’t care.

“Small doesn’t mean we’re pushovers and greatness isn’t measured in feet or inches!” Zavi insisted, sitting up and making sure to throw her bust out as she leaned back on her arms. “Then again, maybe it should be. Those inches look pretty great…”

“Yeah, well it’s just the way you make the story come to life…” Clive said, gesturing with his eyes at the green bosom Zavi had “forgotten” to cover up.

“Owww, but now I feel bad. You’re not gonna get a good night’s rest all hot and bothered.” she cooed, pushing her chest out just a little more. She wasn’t usually this unsubtle when sober, but there was a deep philosophical issue hanging on the outcome of this, so she felt unsubtle was a fair way to go.

“Not to be blunt, but I can handle it…”

“Well that’s all well and good, but you aren’t the only one that got worked up.” she said, biting her dark-green bottom lip for effect as she got even less subtle.

“I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but can’t you jus-” Clive began when Zavi decided that subtlety can get fucked and that it was time for action.

Clive had been walking by the buxom kobold gal still sitting on the bar when she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He wasn’t pulling away, but he was still a little stiff. She fumbled for his wrist and laid his hand on her right tit. For a moment it just lay there, then squeezed, then Clive was kissing her back. His tongue slid into her mouth and his arm slipped around her back and at that moment knew that there was no way that the young innkeeper would finish the evening with a hand wrapped around his cock.

Well, not his own hand. While he was groping her breast, her own slithered down in search of something to fill it. She gave the young man’s erection a quick fondle through the fabric of his trousers before deciding to do away with the barrier. Her fingers betrayed experience as they worked with no eyes to guide them, working his belt loose and then the laces that were the last thing holding Clive’s pants up. When her green fist closed around his naked shaft she practically purred into their kiss. She would have fucked him no matter his size, of course, since there was more at stake than a quick thrill. But it was nice to see that so many of the rumors about Clive that she’d collected and a few she’d started weren’t unfounded.

She gave the warm erection in her hand a few strokes and a few loving squeezes, rubbing the leaking pre all over Clive’s shaft. She had her legs open and her skirt was short enough to be a non-issue when her thighs were this far apart, so she was about to guide him where she needed him when she felt his hand run along a bare green thigh and then slip between them. If she was being honest, she didn’t need to what Clive was even now giving her, but she met so few gentlemen that she didn’t stop him from stroking her wet lips and gave him some very encouraging noises when he slipped a finger between them.

She figured she’d just let him poke around while tugging on his cock a little, but got genuinely enthused when the first finger found the right spot inside her and called for reinforcements. Their kiss was getting sloppy as Clive pumped two digits in and out of her wet pussy, and by the time he slipped the third one in, the sloppy kiss wasn’t enough to muffle the noises she was making. She was close to cumming on his hand when he pulled out, and Zavi had to wonder if he was aware of that.

He stepped away and the panting kobold spread her short, shapely legs and kept her eyes on the glistening length Clive was sporting. She was surprised to have one hand lift her legs up while the other spun her around on the bar. Her confusion was short-lived when Clive wrapped an arm around her chest and pulled her off the polished wood, her feet dangling as something hard yer thrillingly soft poked around at her privates. Clive grabbed her under her left knee and pulled her leg up and out of the way, and Zavi wasted no time grabbing his tip and guiding him to her slit.

“Mnooouuhyeahh…” she moaned as Clive gave a little buck and lowered her just a little, but enough to bury himself half-way into her snug honeypot.

He kept still, which was sweet of him. He was well-endowed, but unfortunately seemed to confuse ‘small’ with ‘dainty’. If Zavi had been an elf she probably would have whimpered something in that foreign language of theirs and begged him to go slow, but Zavi was a kobold, and in the process of proving her koboldhood. And the koboldest way to do that wasn’t to take things slow! Especially not that thing. Clive had a good strong grip on her, so she decided to make use of that and started moving as much as she could. Not enough to actually move very far up and down on the young man’s erection, but just wriggling around was doing wonders as it made his shaft poke and prod interesting places inside her.

She moaned again when Clive shifted his grip a little and grabbed her right breast in his hand. In spite of her generous proportions, the four-foot female weighed very little and suspected Clive would have no trouble holding her up like this for as long as he needed to. She eventually found a rhythm, flexing and arching her back and pushing up and down just a little on the young man’s shaft. She moaned when Clive got the idea and began to lower her, practically purring as she slid down and took inch after throbbing inch in her nubile green body.

He proved a very nice fit in her, and by the time she’d taken all of him she felt so perfectly filled that she just rested and let herself enjoy the sensation of him twitching in her. She slid a hand down and stroked the green labia spread taut around the fleshy spire. Her long pointy ears flicked as she tracked the progress of the young man’s tip as it spread her open, reaching deep as an eager kobold cunny wrapped itself with around it. When he finally hilted, his sack was in reach so she slid her hand down a little lower to palm it. It felt nice and plump, a warm and delightful weight in her hand. This could get a human girl into so much trouble, she felt like it was the only sensible thing to do to make sure it was emptied somewhere safe.

Clive kept working his hips, gently grinding into her as her right length hung down and swung like a lazy pendulum. Clive was holding her close and wasn’t shy about the hand groping her tit. Dropped his sack and let it dangle while trailing her fingers along the inch or so of shaft that couldn’t quite fit (yet!), across her clit and along her tummy and the throbbing length hidden under the smooth green skin.

It took Clive a minute to get into the swing of things, or rather into the swing of the buxom yet compact body he was holding. His grip was secure and his partner was very eager, so he found a tempo that suited them both. He pulled out nice and slow, enough to make Zavi chew on her dark green lip as she felt his shaft rub along the walls of her sex as it teased her with momentary emptiness. Then he would drive it in with one hard stroke, bouncing the green girl up as he did.

“Mnhhh… you can g-go a little… harder…” she moaned.

She expected Clive to just put a little more swing into his hips, and was surprised when the arm holding her leg up slid under her knee and hooked the other one. Both her legs were now folded across the young man’s fore-arm as he held her more securely, a thrilling suggestion of what was to come. His fingers dug into her pillowy breast (no doubt for an extra-secure) grip as he gave her a thrust hard enough to bounce her up.

Zavi’s ears perked and her eyes went wide as the new tempo and the news angle provided a… novel sensation. She saw Clive’s feet shift further apart as the young man braced himself, bucking into her hard enough to make his hips slap against her green ass on every thrust. A few thrusts were enough for him to find the right swing - bouncing her up hard and thrusting back in as gravity began to pull her down. As a musician she could appreciate the perfect, even tempo of wet slaps of skin on skin, and as a woman she could appreciate how deep his tip reaching every time he hilted himself.

As a kobold, she wanted a little more…

Never the silent one, she showed her appreciation in a series of moans, squeaks and barely comprehensible expletives. She was also doing her best to push her ass back to meet Clive’s thrusts, even though she could feel his glans striking her cervix on every stroke. Her vocalizations merged into s stream of near feral sex-noises and whimpered vulgarities, but it seemed to be having the right effect. They ended in a final cry that would have shut up all those people who insisted she couldn’t hit the high notes, had they been around to hear it.

Her pussy clenched as she came, but things down there were too wet for clenching to slow anything down. Zavi’s mouth went slack and her eyes got glassy as her body continued to bounce and Clive’s shaft continued to pump her pussy even as it tried to milk him. In retrospect, it had been some time since she’d had sex sober (or near enough). After a night of fun and refreshments, an orgasm like this one would have put her lights out and packed her mind off to dreamland, where the lewdness would likely continue until a tin ray of morning sunlight struck her eyes and woke her.

But she remained conscious during the whole things, her toes curling as she drooled a little. She wondered if Clive could feel her heart beating through the handful of green boob he was groping, because she could feel his against her back, not to mention more intimate places. She was just coming down from her climax when her lover reached his, and with the walls of her sex over-sensitive from the orgasm that had numbed her mind she could feel bot the throb of his cock and the slick spray of his cum as he groaned with every spurt. His bucks stopped and they both panted like hunting hounds that got screwed over by the fox. Clive’s cock went slightly soft but not enough to slip out, giving Zavi an idea.

“Have I… ever told you about the time… a horny medusa had me in her coils?” she panted out.

“Don’t think you did. Scary story, is it?” Clive asked.

“Petrifying…” the green female replied, hoping it would be enough to turn something as hard as stone.

And to her delight it had, although she’d been forced to give the medusa an incestuous twin sister. Their second romp took place in Clive’s bed, and it was in that bed that the two panting lovers had closed their eyes. Except she’d opened hers the moment she was sure he was asleep. After all, for him the exciting part was over, but not for Zavi. She put just enough clothes on to slip out and send word to her two rivals in the venture. As her message traveled from mouth to ear, she went back to bed and actually went to sleep, dreaming of the verdict to come….

*******

Clive was not unaccustomed to hearing a woman’s voice cutting through his dreams and pulling him into the waking world. The words “Why isn’t he waking up?” drifted along the corridors of his mind, trying to connect with something. A second voice was… unusual.

“What did you even do to him?” asked unknown female #2.

“Same thing as you two, except I did it right...” said a third voice, sounding somewhat smug.

Again, Clive was something of a ladies’ man and as such was accustomed to opening his eyes and seeing such a lady staring lovingly at him. What he wasn’t used to was three faces with wide eyes and eager grins (and pointy teeth!) peering down at him. He might have bolted if not for the six hands resting on his chest keeping him pinned.

“Oh good, he’s awake.” chirped the voice he could now identify as Meera.

“Told you I didn’t break him.” insisted Zavi, the only one of the three kobolds he actually expected to see in his bed. He figured she must have been the one to let the other two in, but his brain failed to think of any reason she could have for doing it.

“Ooooh, I’m so excited! I hope I won!” Jan said, her tail twisting in excitement that was obvious even to the drowsy male, even though the reason for her excitement still eluded him.

“This isn’t about winning. This is about the search for a great truth…” insisted Meera.

“Fuck that! If I won you bet your scaly ass I’m gonna gloat! Scoring a win for team green!”

“Why are the three of you all here?” Clive asked, managing to slip out from under them enough to sit up and prop himself against the headboard. These were the last three females he’d had sex with. They were also good friends, so it wasn’t unusual to see them together. What was unusual was to find himself surrounded and woken by the diminutive trio.

“Okay, so three weeks ago…” Jan began, outlining the nature of their dilemma, the clever way they’d come up with solving it, and his part in it. “...so since all of us have managed to get you into the sack, you have to make the call.”

“Wait, let me… let me get this straight…” Clive said, trying to shift his brain into the same gear as the three tiny females, a difficult thing at the best of times and near impossible about ten minutes into the morning. “You were arguing over whose species is… ‘most kobold’ or whatever… you decided the way to settle that would be for all three of you to sleep with me? And after that I’d somehow be able to give a… kobold verdict?”

“I… think you’re oversimplifying things…” Jan said, the wavering conviction evident in her tone of voice. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Otherwise, why would all three of them agreed to it? And once it was decided, it was only natural that all three of them would dive into the competition without any second thoughts. Nothing worse than overthinking things, after all.

“Yeah, well from my point in the grand and complex design I still have no opinion on who among you is the koboldest of them all…”

“You mean… we need to go again?” asked Meera.

“Might as well, we’re all here…” suggested Zavi, mistaking the young man’s morning-wood for genuine enthusiasm.

“Off...the...bed. Now.” Clive said in a voice clinging to the last vestige of patience.

The three females scrambled and lined up next to his bed. They had missed one distinctly kobold trait in their little contest – the inherit ability to recognize you’re in trouble and the instinct to look as small and pathetic as possible in order to avoid it. Eyes were averted, tails were lowered and curled pitiably around legs (where applicable), ears folded forlornly (where applicable) and the hands that so often got them into trouble instinctively hidden behind their backs.

“You… fuck, you can’t just mess around with people like that…” Clive groaned, rubbing the remains of sleep from his eyes.

“Uhm, I think that what you meant was that we shouldn’t, since we obviously can…” Meera spoke up, but her argument withered under the drowsy male’s dark look. “Uhh...sorry…”

Clive spent some time just staring at the line-up. For one, it was just so rare to see these three girls together and completely silent, excluding instances when they all drank enough to pass out. He also had to admit that some part of him enjoyed watching them fidget nervously. Not that it would last much longer. The capacity of a kobold to feel guilt and shame was very limited and it would be exhausted any minute now. Along with their capacity to stay still and be quiet. He had a limited amount of time to exact some sort of payback.

“You’re really sorry? All of you?” he asked, and three heads nodded vigorously. “All right then. Kiss and make up.” he commanded. There was a moment of confusion before the three girls shrugged it off and began pecking each other’s cheeks. “No, not like that. The way you kissed me…” Clive said, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Wait… you mean…” Jan asked, but the young man nodded before she finished the question.

“Do it, or you’re banned from my inn.”

“Wait, do you seriously expect us to start lezzing just t-mpffhh!” Meera began but was muffled by Zavi’s hands cupping the sides of her face and her lips pressing against her muzzle. “W-what are you-”

“Just… go along with it! I’m banned from more than half the taverns in the city, I can’t lose the Cock!” the green-skinned girl hissed before giving the stunned reptile and even deeper kiss. Jan was standing to the side, snickering at Zavi’s last remark when Clive addressed her.

“Why are you just standing there laughing?”

“Uhmmm… waiting for my turn?” the furry femme said, wondering which of the two girls she’d pick.

“Don’t wait around, just find something and kiss it…”

The fur hid Jan’s blush as she shifted her gaze from the dead-serious male to her two friends. The furry kobold had never been with another woman before. Well, that she knew of. There were quite a few nights where her last memories were of drinking and having a good time. After one of those times she’d woken up sore in a bed she didn’t remember getting into, and after she’d walked into the street a buxom orcish caravan guard had winked at her and thanked her for a memorable evening.

It might have been some near-fried neuron kicking in and bringing to mind a large green boobie. Maybe it was just that watching Meera and Zavi get into what they were doing that was starting to affect her. Either way, Clive looked like he was getting impatient. So she leaned down a little next to the pair, pulled down Zavi’s top down far enough to get one of her breasts to spill out and closed her mouth around a stiff, dark-green nipple. Zavi murmured something into Meera’s mouth but didn’t seem to actually object to having the tapered muzzle pushing into her tit, right until Jan got a little carried away.

“Hay! Watch your damn teeth, that’s not some bone for you to gnaw on!” the green-skinned female barked out before pressing her lips back against the muzzle of the reptile girl who seemed eager to have them back. Jan got a brief flash of deja-vu and wondered if it was from that orc woman or possibly from her mother.

Clive was left at a loss for words. The young man couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen these three together and silent, other than the subtle sounds of the two girls kissing and the occasional pop as Jan let the stiff green nub slip from her mouth. Even when he found them passed out in their booth at least one of them would be snoring. After the unusual wake-up call his brain was starting to fully stir and given what he was seeing it wasn’t the only part of him.

He was also starting to doubt that this was going to work as a disciplinary measure. Although at first hesitant, Meera had pulled Zavi’s top the rest of the way down and was fondling the breast that didn’t have a rat-like canid face attached to it. He still couldn’t believe that they'd seduced him one by one just to settle some sort of taxonomic argument. Then again, watching them now he had to wonder if this really was how you determine the ‘true’ kobold. He knew that he’d pushed them into doing this, but as seconds ticked away into minutes he began to wonder if he could break them up at this point. Not that he really wanted to…

The bed creaked as he stood up but even that sound didn’t interrupt the three little females. Funnily enough, it was the sound of his underwear sliding down his legs that did it. The trio’s brief interlude into lesbian sex had left each of them a little short of breath, but the way they were staring at his erection made it clear they still had plenty of interest in males. Which was a shame since he intended to enjoy the show for as long as he could.

“Why don’t you lose those… clothes…” he said, his confident smile faltering when the three kobolds began stripping before he’d finished the sentence. “Okay, now get on the bed and… uhh…” he began, pausing when the girls scrambled onto the bed and got on all fours, their rumps raised and wriggling as they formed an enticing line-up.

Enticing, but he’d been awake for fifteen minutes at most, and if he was to please all three he’d need more of a head start. Jan was on the far-right end of the line and seemed excited when he grabbed her hips, and only mildly surprised when instead of mounting her he picked her up and set her down behind Zavi. The furry face looked almost crushed she he got behind Meera and laid his hand on the scales covering her perky behind as the reptile’s tail hiked a little higher.

“Follow my lead…” he said, using his thumbs to spread the delicately scaled labia open and reveal soft pink flesh.

Jan put her hands on Zavi’s ample green behind and carefully split her attention between the sight of the olive-green slit in front of her and what Clive was doing to make Meera chirp and paw at the sheets. She was careful not to poke the sensitive labia with her blunt claws as she opened the green female up, getting a strange sense of deja-vu. She’d been in Zavi’s position often enough, sometimes with males who were gentlemanly enough to do a proper job of getting a small female like her ready for something big. As such, she knew very well what Zavi was expecting to get, just wasn’t sure how to give it.

She spared a glance to her right at someone who seemed very much at home with what he was doing. She wondered if Clive was that good, or if Meera was just that excitable. True enough, he was being fancy about it - he had one hand on her scaly mound, rubbing just above where her clit was, while he slurped and kissed the delicate flesh of the reptilian girl’s sex. Jan was reluctant to dive into it, or rather into Zavi, but she was curious. As such, she gave the green cunny a tentative and curious lick, followed by another and another and…

“Oi! Keep still, will you!” she barked out, her exotic facade breaking to reveal a girl from Coalscuttle alley after the voluptuous little woman in front of her pushed her rear back and almost sheathed Jan’s delicate muzzle in her soft cunny. “I can’t breathe if you push my nose in there!”

“Well why is your muzzle so pointy if it wasn’t supposed to slip in? Clive, how about me and Meera switch, I don’t th- OoOooohh!”

Zavi’s complaint was cut off when an annoyed Jan spread her open wide and just pushed her long tongue in as deep as she could get it. Out of the corner of his eye, Clive could tell Zavi was still trying to push her bouncy behind back, but that the canine kobold was ready for her now and keeping the green cheeks at bay. He saw Zavi’s toes curl and wasn’t surprised that she was no longer asking to switch with Meera. The reptile in question was definitely making him look good, alternating between very graphic praise and almost feral chirping and trilling noises. He caught Jan stealing glances and wondered if it was envy or if she was just trying to learn from the master.

Not that it did her much good. Meera was willing to let an obvious expert have free reign, but Zavi was sharing what looked like unsolicited feedback, telling the canine when to go slower, when to go deeper and wriggling her rear if the canine failed to meet her expectations. Unlike the struggling kobold beside him, he could get his partner off but chose not to. After all, he had no idea of rewarding them for toying around with him. At least until he was sure they’d learned their lesson.

“Hey, when is it going to be my turn? Besides, I don’t think this thing’s working right… “she said, patting one of Zavi’s cheeks. “She obviously can’t cum from having her pussy eaten.”

“What!? I’ll have you know I’ve sat on more faces than you’ve had showers!” Zavi complained, thrusting her rear back with the apparent goal of once again pushing Jan’s muzzle into her sex and silencing the slandering kobold.

“All right then, let’s switch up…” Clive announced, ignoring Meera’s whimper as he stood up and wiped his mouth. “Okay line up lengthwise on the bed - Jan, Zavi and then Meera…” he commanded. When he’d taken the inn over from his uncle had claimed a rather nice room with a bed big enough for him and two women, and on a couple of memorable nights he’d been able to confirm that it can in fact accommodate three. Considering the size of the females currently lined up on it, he suspected it could accommodate four of them, provided the kobolds played nice.

“Yes, I win!”

“How do you recon that?” Zavi asked as the hairless tail raised high in front of her went through a complex victory-twist.

“I get eaten out and I don’t have to eat anyone!”

“Awwww, does that mean I loose?” whined Meera.

“Don’t worry, I got you…” Clive comforted her, patting her tight scaly rump.

“Yeah, speaking of eating pussy, what to you call this thing?” Zavi asked, prodding critically at Jan’s canine vulva.

“It’s my spade, of course.”

“Well I’m fine with eating another girl out, but I didn’t sign up for gardening. Why’s it so puffy?”

“It’s… it’s that time of the month, okay? It tends to swell up a little. Don’t you know anything?"

“Well, sorry! Maybe somebody more learned could co-mpPpffHHH!” Zavi began but her sarcastic remark was interrupted by Jan pushing back. The green-skinned female’s big mouth was sufficient to accommodate even a heat-swollen spade, as it turned out. Jan enjoyed the sensation lips wrapped around her canine cunny so much that she pushed back even more into the protesting Zavi’s face, in turn pushing her green behind onto the muzzle of the reptilian kobold who’d been snickering at the sight of the two. Even Clive was tempted to laugh at the three little females, but after a few seconds of confusion and pretest they seemed to settle in. The happy noise filling his room soon had his eyes drifting to Meera’s thick, hiked tail, and the soft flesh peeking just a little from between the glistening scales of her labia. Well, he did promise he’d take care of her…

He saw her tail shudder as he knelt behind her and laid a hand on her perky ass, the other one gripping his erection and guiding it to the. He had to admit, this was a very flattering angle for the scaly female since it hid her lack of breasts and put a lot of emphasis on the thin waist and a scaly ass that lacked nothing. He hadn’t done a lot of prep-work but the reptilian kobold still had no trouble taking him, pushing back against him, or possibly just trying to push away from the green rump in front of her.

As Meera opened up and he slid inside her he was feeling a little less angry as his other head took over, the one that had a better opinion of the three short females. He didn’t think there was any malice behind what they did. Just like there was no real thought behind it, but it was a disturbing thought that they’d used him as some kind of plaything for three weeks without him having any clue. Where was the harm of him playing with them, just to get even? And looking at the peculiar ‘serpent’ stretched out on his bed, he wondered when he’d ever have a chance to do something like this again…

At the head of that serpent, Jan still felt like she was a winner. Zavi obviously had no idea what to do with a canine cunny, but lack of experience leads to either innovation or… interesting improvisation. She still doubted that the green female wanted to have a mouth full of spade, judging by the way her fingers were digging into Jan’s perky cheeks and how Zavi was trying to talk (or more likely swear) with her mouth full. But Zavi didn’t have much choice, trapped as she was between her two co-conspirators. No choice, that was, than to do a good job, after which Jan would give some breathing room.

“Ooohhh, that! Like that, do… nghh!” she yipped when the green girl in front of her pushed her tongue into the center of her spade.

She had to admit that those lips of Zavi’s really did feel nice, wrapped as they were around her canine femininity. And when Zavi pushed her tongue into the Y-shaped folds of that cunny and began to suckle, the furry female’s eyes crossed and her tail nearly tied itself into a knot. She was overcome with warm, sisterly affection for the girl behind her, enough to stop pushing her ass into the green face and just enjoying the attention she was getting. Even when the slaps of what sounded like skin on scale suggested that Meera might in fact have gotten the best spot, Jan was too happy to complain.

Zavi, on the other hand would have been pouting if her lips hadn’t been wrapped around the strange velvety bulge that Jan called a pussy. On the plus side, she seemed to work out what the rat-dog’s cunny liked and was giving it to her as best she could. She also had to admit that the canine kobold’s perky ass did feel nice under her palms. Meera had been doing a decent job back there but now seemed to be distracted by what Clive was giving her, and was just using Zavi’s green rump to brace herself.

And Clive was giving Meera plenty of reason to find something to brace herself. It wasn’t really anger at this point, or even annoyance. It was hard to cling to any kind of negative emotion while you were pistoning in and out of a moaning kobold girl, not mo mention the show the three of them were putting on for him. He had a firm grip on Meera’s scaly behind, enough for his fingers to dig into her cheeks as the slaps of their two bodies colliding got wetter.

At the head of the column, Jan looked quite happy with her head resting on the mattress and her ass still presented to Zavi. The green female seemed to have worked out how to please her canine co-conspirator, judging by the peculiar yips and growls coming from Jan’s parted muzzle and the way her flagged tail was twitching. A sudden tightening around his shaft brought his attention to a tail closer by, and he was just in time to see the little pink rosebud under it pulse rhythmically in time to the reptilian pussy milking him. Nor was he the only one to recognize Meera’s orgasm.

“Wait, time-out…” Zavi announced, taking her mouth off the shiny, quivering spade as she knelt upright. “Meera’s done and out…” she explained, pointing to the reptile girl chirring happily with her face in the bedsheets now that the ass she’d been braced against has moved.

“I’m not though…” Clive grunted.

“Heesshhh...nhhhtt…” Meera gurgled happily.

“Are you seriously telling me you’re just going to keep rutting the girl who’s barely conscious? And with two of us still waiting?” Zavi asked, trying to frame the whole thing as bestially immoral even though she’d like nothing better than to be in the scaly female’s place.

“She’s right! Okay, so how do we work out who’s next? I suggest troll, dragon, elf…”

“Bugger that! He started from the back, so naturally he’s moving along one by one…”

“Shouldn’t I get a say in who’s…” Clive began, pulling out of Meera and onto her side. Helping the scaly girl curl up had meant he’d taken his eyes off the other two, which proved unwise.

“NEXT!” Zavi cried out, throwing her arms out and presumably launching herself into his embrace. Which would have worked if he’d been prepared to catch her. As it was, she caught him on his knees and unprepared, and the force of her lunge combined with the impressive amount of mass the buxom kobold carried on such a small frame knocked him backwards on the mattress.

“Careful! Don’t break him…” insisted Jan. Supposedly. All Clive could really see was the pair of soft green breasts that had wound up resting against his face.

“He’s fine! Nothing’s broken… and it’s not going to be by the time it’s your… turn!” Zavi said. Clive could see the green bosom wobble, feel her body shift down until the tip of his wet cock pressed against something soft and warm. Zavi had finished her sentence by pushing back, engulfing him in her sex as she scooted back as if to hide his manhood in her body.

“I bet you’re gonna take forever finishing…” Jan sulked.

“Don’t worry, I’m… -mmmpfh!- just going to go on a quick ride…” Zavi insisted, lifting her chest off Clive’s face and lowering her ass on his hips. The green kobold tossed back her black mane to keep it out of her eyes as she gazed down at him. Clive had to admit her ample chest looked particularly impressive from this angle, but her smile looked a little unnerving now that she was looking down at him.

“Now you just lay back and enjoy! This is our apology, right? Doesn’t make sense that you should do all the work…” Zavi insisted. She wouldn’t have minded if Clive put the kind of work into her that he’d put into the still chirping Meera, but wasn’t about to risk him picking Jan ahead of her. After all, she had to wait until last during their little challenge, so it was only fitting for the kobold who’d gone first to show a little patience.

Even though her muzzle lacked lips, Jan managed to convey pouting with just the fold of her ears and the way her whiskers had gone askew. Zavi was sitting on Clive’s crotch like he was her throne, grinding her bubbly green behind and throwing her tits out. She could almost see Clive’s hands itching to latch onto the green mounds, and figured there was one way to spite Zavi while also ensuring she had a comfortable seat during her wait.

“Fine. I’ll just settle down, shall I?” she asked, and knelt onto one of Clive’s hands, planting her spade right into his palm. All it took was about ten seconds of her grinding her muff against his hand for him to get the picture and start grasping and touching. You didn’t need lips to flash a smug smile, and she was flashing one at Zavi.

Petty people savored petty victories, so the green gal said nothing as she let Jan enjoy hers. She’d been less than subtle and hadn't exactly expected to tackle Clive, but she definitely didn’t mind the position she found herself in. She took her time in her seat for two reasons. One was that she seldom had the chance to be on top, and she was enjoying the view from up here. The second was that while she knew that she was primed and wouldn’t take long to cum, she suspected that after rutting Meera into a happy stupor, Clive’s fuse would be even shorter. She had to give the poor young man a chance to cool his passions, a difficult task when he was hilt-deep in a green seductress such as herself.

Clive was trying to pinpoint the exact moment when he’d lost control of the situation. Wasn’t it mere minutes ago the he had the three kobolds standing contrite and chastened with her heads bowed? So why was it that he was pinned under two of them with a third one stirring as her reptilian mind worked out how she fit into the current ‘queue’. He supposed there was a lesson here about the hubris of man, but with Zavi swiveling around and stirring the insides of her pussy with his cock, it was hard to learn it.

And when she started moving those flared hips up and down, he felt even less motivated to learn lessons. The little green female was slowly working her tempo up, first by just grinding as she moved her hips back and forth, then bouncing, and finally delivering on her promise to ride him. Her legs were short so she only manage to slide about half-way off his shaft, before very enthusiastically slamming her butt back down. He was honestly impressed by the way her small body was taking the wild rutting, one that even the bed seemed to protest against. Wood creaked and kobolds squeaked as Jan managed to shift her rump enough for him to drive a finger into the swollen canine cunny that had been resting in the palm of his hand. He wasn’t sure if she expected him to do much, but for now she seemed happy to hump against the hand while watching Zavi.

The dark green nipples on the buxom kobold’s breasts were jutting out, challenging toe eye to follow them as they mounds they capped bounced as their owner rose and fell. Clive couldn’t resist raising his free hand to cup one of the green tits. Zavi smiled as she thrust her chest out, challenging him to keep the soft mound in his palm while she bounced on him. It was tricky, but every now and again he’d manage to catch her nipple between his fingers and make Zavi moan.

“Hey, uhh… when’s it gonna be my turn again?” asked Meera, kneeling next to Clive and looking eager for more.

“Next? You just went!”

“So? I wanna go again! I am a kobold, after all. If you were, I’m sure you’d understand…” the scaly sneak insisted.

“Well you just understand that I’m next. After that… we can go troll, dragon, elf.” Jan insisted. Clive was about to ask if he got any say in this when a scaly ass descended on his face, suggesting that in fact he didn’t.

“You think he’ll manage us three two times in a row? I don’t think Zavi’s gonna get off until he finishes inside her…” Meera said, getting comfy by pushing her slit against Clive’s mouth.

“Yeah, pretty much. Cumming will just make him last longer. A cock follows the basic law of nature – whatever doesn’t kill it only makes it stronger…” Jan insisted. Clive’s rebuttal got lost in Meera’s scaly muff.

“Well, all I’m gonna say is that if I’d gone first, the matter would have been settled and we wouldn’t -nghhm!- even be here…” Zavi insisted as she bounced.

“And how do you figure that?” Meera asked.

“Well just look at what these five piggy’s are doing…” she said, pressing Clive’s hand even firmer against her breast. “Now you girls have your charms, I’m not denying that wen ended up in a sort of tie. But all I’m trying to -ooOouhh!- say… tactfully… is that these would have been a hard act to follow.

“Hey, I’ve got tits!” came the complaint from the furry female humping Clive’s drenched hand.

“You have titties. There is a difference.” Zavi insisted. Clive couldn’t see anything beyond a scaly rump, but he could hear her smug smile.

“Is that so?” Jan asked, and the next thing Clive felt was cool air on his wet hand as the furry kobold who’d been sitting on it rose.

It was worrying to be trapped like this by the three kobolds, but it was even more unnerving now that the position and disposition of one of them was unknown. Even though he didn’t know it, Clive had nothing to fear from Jan, who’d gotten on her foot and had circled behind the bouncing, grinning Zavi. The giddy green female didn’t pay Jan much attention, and Meera was just looking at the pair of them curiously, and no doubt wondering if she could use any potential conflict between the two of them to sit on something more interesting.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Zavi asked when Jan leaned down from behind her and got her paws on the buxom kobold’s bouncing breasts.

“I just want to feel the difference…” she insisted.

“Yeah? Well go -ouugh!- ahead…” Zavi said, a little to worked up by her ride to care. “You’re only proving my point though – even females can’t keep their hands off… Oi, what are you doing!? Grope me all you like but put me down!” Zavi almost barked out as Jan lifted her enough to make Clive’s cock slip from her pussy.

“Oops, my mistake! Guess I just got carried away…” Jan said, her voice sweet as her thin, rodent-like tail moved between her legs, wrapping around Clive’s shaft. Zavi wasn’t looking down and didn’t see what was happening. Clive couldn’t see but knew something was up, although he was in no position to ask questions or issue warnings. The scaly female who was the reason for his silence saw what Jan was doing. But she also happened to have no boobies whatsoever, and was in no mood to provide timely warnings to the gloating green kobold. “Here, let me help you down…” Jan cooed, once she was sure of her aim. She’d tilted Clive’s shaft back just a little, by a few very significant degrees. Then she laid her paws on the green shoulders and pushed down.

“GhhhyyhhaaaAAhhh!” Zavi squealed out, her pointy ears splayed and her eyes wide as a very wet, very hard cock suddenly found itself buried half-way between her cheeks.

“Oooppss! Looks I have less brains that I do boobies… You know, if you want to get off, we won’t think you any less of a kobold…”

“Oh, I’m getting off all right… nghhh!” Zavi said, collecting herself before pushing her bubbly green butt down. The penetration was… surprising, to say the least. Treasonous, to be honest. But it wasn’t her first time. Even though on the few occasions she did indulge she tended to take things slowly. But she’d been close enough to cumming that the idea of getting off Clive was out of the question. Instead she continued her ride, albeit at a more timid pace.

“Oohhh, he should see this!” Meera said, lifting her rump off the groaning male’s face.

Clive had a very good idea about what had happened since Zavi’s clench after the initial breaching of her rosebud had been… intense. The smug had definitely been wiped from her face which was now set in a mask of awkward determination as she worked her ass up and down on his lap.

Meera followed the now rather tame bounce of Zavi’s breasts, leaning forward until she surprised everyone by just latching onto one of the stiff green nipples. The buxom kobold didn’t mind, possibly seeing this as a reaffirmation of the superiority of her bosom, and she seemed to mind even less when Jan joined Meera and started sucking on her other breast. Both of the suckling females had their rears pointed at Clive, and when their tails raised in near unison he took the hint and got to fingering while Zavi settled into a very comfortable rhythm.

The situation was so surreal that he felt like he was in fact still dreaming, but he was to afraid to ask the kobold girls to pinch him, having no idea what they might choose to pinch. He eventually added another finger into both the spade and the scaly slit as the Meera and Jan seemed to get really into playing with Zavi’s breasts. The green kobold came soon after and Clive had no hope of delaying his own orgasm after her ass began pulsing around him. After that there was another brief debate about the most efficient way to get a male erect,followed by Jan’s ride once he was hard. Then shouted ‘troll, dragon, elf’ and made hand gestures, after which things kind of blurred into small writhing bodies, wet noises and the staccato rhythm of flesh hitting flesh. It didn’t end until they were all spent and the sheets a damp tanglle under equally tangled bodies.

“I… don’t suppose you could deliver your verdict now?” Meera asked, lifting her head briefly off the pillow that was Zavi’s ass.

“I… I think you’re all pretty… kobold.” Clive panted out. He felt wiped out and he’d just started his day.

“Great. So we’re all that thing that no one wants to hire…” groaned Zavi, not seeming to mind the scaly cheek rubbing against her green rump.

“Well you know… with Ingrid gone I am pretty short-staffed here…”

“So you’re looking for some short staff?” Jan said with a snicker.

“And we seem to get along pretty well. Moving in together might make sense…” he said, an dile thought that seemed to catch on.

“Hey, that might not be a bad idea. We already know this bed can for all four of us. And we can all pitch in to make up for playing around with you. I can sing for the guests…” Zavi suggested.

“Well, yes but…” Clive spoke up was interrupted.

“I can perform magic tricks!” Jan chirped, and Clive barely managed to open his mouth when Meera chimed in.

“And I can handle the finances!” said the least trustworthy person in the room.

“I do actually need someone to wait on tables…”

“Well obviously some of the details need working out…” Zavi said, since she had no intention of leaving Meera alone with the inn’s coffers.

“Ooohhh, we should all get our stuff and move in!” Jan piped up, and the idea was like a terrier in a rat’s nest. All three kobolds scurried out of bed and rummaged around in the discarded clothing littering the floor and getting as decent as they could without a bath.

“Good idea! I’m not paying that slum-lord any more if I can help it! You know that he insisted on charging me as if I was a full-sized person?” Meera complained.

“Or my prude neighbors with their noise complaints. Hope they wind up getting a minotaur who snores in my old place.”

“Clive, can you be a dear and clear up some closet space for me?” Jan asked sweetly.

“Oh, me too!” Zavi added.

“Me three!” Meera said, and the rest was just a gaggle along the lines of ‘thank you!’, ‘what a great idea’, ‘you’re so sweet’, and ‘see you soon!’.

By the time the three kobolds had scurried out, Clive was left speechless on his bed, trying to imagine the day that was waiting for him, the night that was to follow and the life that had been so simple before he’d woken up this morning...