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Camptime 'Fun'

For Katsuka

By Draconicon

In the ever-futile attempt to get the rest of the world to recognize the fact that kobolds weren't all evil, Kara volunteered to be the one to spike the drinks in the bandit camp. The little pink kobold had felt fairly confident in his ability to sneak in, drop the potions in the beer keg, and then get back out again. After all, his people were good at that, and it'd prove to the guards of the city that his people could be trusted.

Sometimes.

Kinda.

But as he snuck through the camp, he was having so many second thoughts. Every time he had to freeze to avoid stumbling upon one of the already-drunk lizardmen that had camped out outside the city, he remembered how much even other scalies looked down on his species. One guy finding him would mean severe punishment, particularly if they found out that he was working with the city.

Nnngh...damned if I do, damned if I don't, the little pink kobold thought, sneaking under the weapon crates stacked around the camp's kitchen. If I go back before they're drugged, the guards will kill me. If I get found, the lizardmen will hurt me. If I run off, then...

Well, running off was starting to sound real good, honestly. Not so many consequences for doing something like that, particularly compared to the other two.

But no. He had to try. Kobolds were always looked down on, and if he could change that, then he had a chance to start making people take his people seriously. Take him seriously, too, rather than looking at him as just -

"Hic."

He froze in mid-crawl, his eyes wide and his earholes as open as they could go. Kara turned, looking to his left. A lizardman was leaning against the nearest beer keg, pouring more into a mug that was half-full already. More than half the stream was hitting the ground, too.

As the bitter flow puddled near his head, the lizard finally pulled back. Their few feet of distance widened as the bandit stumbled off, making his way back towards the campfire in the distance.

Too close.

Kara wiggled out from under the crates, making his way over to the great keg. It was of a size that it had to have been brought here on a wagon, the spigot pushed forward and still dripping.

Pushing it shut, he looked up at the top. There was a hole up there, a place that he could drop the potion in. It'd be a bit diluted, but it would still push them further than just mere drunkenness. They'd be out cold, or at the very least, completely unable to move when the guards came down.

Just had to get up there.

Kara had one foot on the side of the spigot and was just in the process of adjusting his loincloth so it didn't get caught when -

"Hey!"

Claws and scales grabbed his shoulder, freezing him in place. Kara whimpered, looking over his shoulder.

A lizardman, and one that wasn't nearly as drunk as the last one. This one, green and yellow-scaled with leather armor over his chest and legs, looked down at him with clear gold eyes.

"What are you doing here, huh?"

"Well, um, you, uh, you see, I was - I'm from -"

"Fucking kobolds. Come on."

"Oof!"

Kara grunted as he was thrown down across a plank of wood. No sooner had he fallen on his back than his arms were pulled around it, pinned to the underside. Other lizardmen were tying him down to the bench, and more were grabbing his legs, holding them still so he couldn't kick them away.

He was all but helpless in short order.

The campfire lit the gathering area for the bandit camp, revealing dozens of lizardmen. Each one was armored, though not all of them were sober. Not all of them by a wide margin. All of them, however, were able to look at him and sneer, sneer the way that lizardmen always sneered at their lesser brethren.

At the head of the little clearing around the fire, however, was the head of the bandits. The chief was a lizardman, too, though he was thicker across the shoulders than most of his men, and he was the only one to wear metal armor. He sat on a feathered throne, one that was lifted up on a rock, making him look even taller.

"What's this kobold doing here, Salis?" the chief asked.

"Looked like he was getting ready to climb into the beer barrel. With this."

His potion was tossed through the air, caught by the chief and turned toward the light. The blue-gray lizardman looked it over twice, then looked down at him.

"Hmmph. Kobolds brewing sex potions now?"

"N-no, meant as a - wait, sex?"

He blinked. Had he gotten the recipe wrong? He thought he'd made a potion of sleep, not...that.

The lizardman chuckled, throwing it back to his soldier.

"Go ahead and use it on the little whore. Might as well get some use out of him before we pump him for information."

"Got it, boss."

Use? Oh god. Oh god, they weren't going to hurt him. They were going to fuck him.

And that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Kobolds were stretchy, considering that they came more directly from dragons than most scaly species did, but that didn't mean that they were as spacious as their bigger ancestors. And it really didn't mean that the big dicks that he could see being pulled out were going to feel good.

As he tried to kick his legs, the lizardman who'd caught him gestured at the others. They spread his legs, lifted his hips, and pulled his loincloth out of the way, exposing his slit and his asshole.

"Let's see how long it takes you to warm up when you try the potion yourself," the lizardman grunted.

The glass vial was cold, at first, but only until the potion inside started flowing. Kara gasped, his eyes going wide as his hole clenched down on the smooth glass, the slow pumping of it in and out of his pucker pushing the potion in deep.

"N-no, wait, no, no, noooooo!"

He screamed as the potion hit, the tingles spreading from his ass right back up to his rim, and from there out through the rest of his body. He panted for breath, his scales going slick from an instant sweat, his cock pushing out of his slit as if it were spring-loaded, thrusting through the folds to point up towards the night sky.

And that wasn't all. Everything ached, yet everything begged to be touched. He needed someone to fill him, yet he dreaded feeling something inside of him. The night wind caressed him like a lover, and he moaned, arching his back and throwing his head left and right, right and left.

"Nnngh! Oh god...oh GOD!"

He screamed, thumping his heels against the plank of wood, feeling his asshole puckering, clenching, squeezing on nothing before gaping open again. His mouth worked like a fish out of water, desperately sucking for breath as he screamed again, the need inside of him doubling, tripling, quadrupling.

"OH FUCK!"

Another scream ripped from his lips as his cock throbbed and pulsed to the beat of his heart. Every little twitch brought a lightning shock of pleasure through his body, and as the lizardman touched his ass -

"Nnngh! Oh! AH!"

He shouted, he moaned, he gasped, he screamed. The kobold writhed as the scaly finger found its way inside of him, feeling around for it. He knew what it was looking for, knew what the soldier was trying to find, and he knew that if they found it -

"Please, please, let me use mouth. Use mouth, not ass, not cock, mouth, not that not not not - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Then they found it, and he screamed, screamed as his balls felt like they were exploding inside of him. Seed in such volume as he had never seen went flying from his cock as he came right then and there, showering himself and the ground in the musky, slick juices. He kept shouting, squirming, thrusting, bucking back against the finger helplessly as his body was left unable to resist.

Yet, the potion had been meant to subdue dozens of lizardmen after being diluted in beer. One wasn't enough. One wasn't near enough.

Kara couldn't fight it as his captor straddled the wooden plank, gasping for breath as he felt that hot, slippery, tongue-like tentacle of a cock pressing against his asshole. He couldn't stop it. Couldn't fight against it. Couldn't beg for it not to happen.

His body was out of his control, his hole spreading happily for that shaft, and he even found the strength to buck against it.

"GAAAAAAAAAH!"

One thrust, one orgasm.

Another thrust, another orgasm.

Another thrust, one more after that.

Kara's simple kobold mind rapidly slipped away as he was hit with one pleasurable explosion after another, going limp and spasming as the camp lined up to use him. By morning, there'd be little left.

But that was fine. The bandits could put all the slutty ideas that they wanted into that empty kobold brain.

The End