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A Kobold's Dream 3

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By Draconicon

The next day, Kata left the inn. He checked out with his thanks to the innkeeper for their discretion, and he left them a note that they could read to the orcs that had been such regular customers for the last week. The kobold had done his best to make sure that it was written in legible common, but he honestly didn't know how well it would work for the bestial, monstrous men. For that matter, he wasn't even sure if they would miss him. He'd been a cheap lay, yeah, but that was probably the extent to which any of them cared about having him around.

But at least he'd done a good thing. They'd know that they needed to start looking for a different whore, now.

Of course, this was where things were going to get difficult. He had burnt a bridge by doing this, cutting off customers, leaving his comfortable room at the inn, and more, by taking the potion yesterday, he'd ensured that he would be unable to be pleasured by anyone that was smaller than a gnoll, at the smallest. If he didn't find some way to keep pushing himself forward, then he would doom himself to starving in the gutter.

But that was the thing about burning bridges. It made it so that there was no way of backing down from a decision.

The blue-scaled kobold made his way to the city wall, climbing over one of the low parts and making his way outside. A lot of the bigger - and more interesting - species were not allowed into the city. Dragonborn, yes, orcs, yes, and the obvious ones with the humans, elves, dwarves, and their interbreedings, but the gnolls, and the trolls, and...

Well, there were plenty of other ones that were considered too monstrous to come inside. He wanted them.

He needed them.

As the kobold landed on the other side of the walls, he looked towards the fields in the distance. The plains stretched out for miles around the city, with a river between the walls and the deeper grass of the far plains. The monster people would be out there, and Kata knew that they would be hard to convince to just use him.

But for his dream, he had to keep pushing himself. He had to find those that were willing to pay him, to use him, otherwise, he would just be another little kobold gutter-whore, someone that could be thrown away as soon as one was done with them. There were hundreds of those across the lands, but he could be better. He needed to be better.

I will have a dragon master. One day, I will have a dragon master.

That was what Kata told himself as he crawled from the walls to the river. With every little pull, every little drag through the dirt, he could feel his ass shaking. The growth, the shift, the changes that had happened to him had made it very different, and it was impossible for him to take his attention off of his butt for long.

The kobold reached back, rubbing his rump. It was no longer a vaguely curved thing that might have been rather androgynous. Instead, it was swollen, wide, and jiggled every time that it moved. There was so much fat, so much cushion back there that it rolled and swayed even when he wasn't trying to be seductive, and the sheer mass of it made him walk like a whore rather than anything else.

Even now, on his belly, he could feel it bouncing, shaking, quivering. He could feel the cheeks caressing his pucker, rubbing it from either side, giving it a little teasing stroke. It was almost like having fingers rubbing the inflamed rim, and he shivered.

Gods...that is going to be distracting...

Kata took a deep breath, then threw himself forward, falling into the river. The current took him, seizing the kobold by the scruff of the neck and dragging him downstream. He had no idea how long it was going to take him to come back to the city after this, but if he wanted to get away without being noticed, this was the best way to do it.

Holding his breath, he dunked his head under the water, and rode it for as long as he could.

When the kobold was able to find the surface again, he spent most of his time gasping, coughing, and trying to catch his breath. A little bit of water oozed out of his mouth as he dragged himself up on the riverbank, shaking and shivering.

Forgot...forgot how cold...the water is...

Shivering from head to toe, he slowly dragged himself further from the river, looking back the way he'd come. The city was barely a dot on the horizon, and he knew that to the guards on the wall, he'd be quite a bit less than that. Heck, he probably couldn't be seen through all the long grass around him.

...And I'm probably not getting back there today, Kata realized. ...Oops.

Well, on the positive side, that meant that there was more room, more space for him to explore. He could take his time getting back to the city, map out the different locations between here and there. It meant that he'd be able to find them easier when he went out for more excursions later.

And heck, it might mean that he could gather up more supplies, more gold before getting back to the city. That would be good for him. After all, the next step would need something more than an alchemist for the size difference that he was aiming for.

Kata smiled to himself, imagining how it would be when he finally had a proper dragon master. Not just the dragonborn, with their imitation of how a grand dragon would be, but a proper one, on four legs and everything. He licked his lips at the idea of turning around, bending over, showing his cushioned hole to the bigger male.

I'm already nice and puffy for him, he thought, reaching back and rubbing his fingers around his swollen asshole. And that's only going to get better, big, round, gaping, dripping just for him...

His cock pushed against the wooden ring that kept it in his slit, and he was dragged back to the real world in short order. Kata groaned, cupping his crotch with both hands, his knees knocking together.

"Right...work..."

The kobold took a deep breath, sniffing the air. Most of what he smelled was himself, something that was better than before considering the long bath in the river, but the week of slutting it up meant that he had been stained with quite a bit of orc musk. However, there were other smells out there. Smoke smells.

Camp smells.

Gnoll smells.

Kata focused on the last of them, breathing it in as the wind blew over the long grass. If the city was north - and he was pretty sure it was - then the gnoll smell was coming from somewhere off to the west. No need to cross the river again, thankfully.

He turned toward it, parting the long grass with slender fingers, and began his journey. His feet sunk into the dirt a few times until he started finding his footing on drier ground, and he made his way through the grass.

Well, swam through it. He was a tiny kobold, after all.

He was almost exhausted when the smell finally hit him stronger than it had been. Kata stalled, his eyes going wide as he realized that there was a hunting party of gnolls not that far from him. He lowered himself down, almost drowning in the long, golden grass as he listened to the sound of others.

"Hehehehe, got the meal tonight."

"Meat's good. Heavy and bloody."

"Yeah. Females be happy."

"Not gonna fuck though."

"Might fuck."

"No fuck. Got toys today."

The various gnolls let out groans that were as much actual groans as they were barks of laughter. Considering their semi-hyena heritage, that wasn't surprising.

Where...I think...this way...

Kata kept himself as low to the ground as possible, doing his best to disturb the grass just as little as one could manage. The kobold was tiny enough that he didn't think that he'd make much of a disturbance, but it was better to be careful.

Eventually, he found them. Three gnoll males, all of them leaning over a gazelle carcass. They were wearing nothing but loincloths, but that still put them above him in the clothing game. Kata watched them, listening to them.

"Heh, females, too up themselves," one of them, the biggest of the three said. "Always up themselves."

"Didn't think clit-cock bent that way, haha!" a second one, a little shorter and a lot skinnier, said with a laugh.

"Don't think it does. But always fucking each other anyway," a third said, barking with his own laugh as he adjusted his loincloth. Of the three, he was the only one without spots.

Muscles, Stick, and Goldie. Those were the names that Kata gave them in the back of his head as he looked them over. Each one could be fun, he supposed, but it depended on what they had packing beneath their loincloths.

Unfortunately, the biggest 'shafts' on the gnolls belonged to the females, but they were not generally in the habit of fucking a male unless he either needed to be punished or needed to be brought into the clan. The fact that they were rather...rambunctious...with each other was a well-known fact, and it was something that made Kata wonder how they kept the various clans going when they were more inclined to fuck than be fucked.

But the males here looked...good enough. Particularly Goldie and Muscles. They were big enough in the body that he imagined that their cocks would be big enough when they were turned on.

And the fact that they were complaining so much probably meant that they were eager for someone to give their dicks some loving.

Only one way to find out.

Kat took a deep breath, then threw himself out of the grasses. He landed with a thump, but no sooner had he lifted his head than the three gnolls had their spears up and the points of them near his neck.

He held his hands up in the universal sign of surrender, and the gnolls cocked their heads to the side as they looked him up and down.

"What this?" Muscles asked. "Looks like snack."

"Heh. Looks like runt," Stick said.

"Looks like female," Goldie said.

"Can't be. No female. Has no dick."

"Heh. Has butt, has hips."

Sticks and Goldie were arguing, but Muscles was grinning. The gnoll tapped his chin with one hand, some fangs sticking past his lips and making him look all the more like a barbarian than he already did.

Kata blushed, waving his hands for attention. They all looked at him again.

"Just traveler, passing through and looking for dick."

"Looking for dick?" Muscles asked. "Why dick?"

"Want stuffing, selling butt."

"Big butt for stuffing."

"Yeah. Want it stretched. Orcs too small now."

The eyebrows of the various gnolls went up all at once, which was a rather impressive sort of sight. He hid his giggles behind a hand, nodding.

"Yes, all too small now. Want bigger dicks. Gnoll dicks."

"Snack thinks big," Stick said.

"Very big. But has big butt," Muscles said.

"Probably brain in butt, HAHAH!" Goldie added, setting off another series of laughs with the trio of them.

It didn't matter to Kata if they found him funny or not. The big thing was whether they were going to fuck him or stab him. Considering the spears were slowly moving from his neck, he felt like he might be safe, but it was always a bit dicy around bigger guys like this.

Finally, Muscles put his spear down, stepping forward. Kata yelped as he was picked up, held aloft and turned around.

"You small. Little snack. Not worth eating."

"Uh...thank you?" Kata said.

"Got ass, though."

"Yes, we...we said that."

The gnolls barked at one another, dropping into a language that he didn't know. Kata didn't push them, not wanting to risk ruining the moment when they were still undecided about whether to fuck him or not.

Even so, he curled his toes. He was being held as nothing more than a toy. Compared to them, he was smaller than a medium-sized dog next to a human. They were going to use him like a fucking sex toy, and his cock was already dripping from his slip in anticipation.

Come on...come on...

"Put him down."

Goldie pointed to a rock nearby, and they carried him over. Muscles held him down, and Goldie and Stick each pulled on his ass cheeks, pulling them apart. They made appreciative sounds at the softness of his rump, but it was Muscles's sudden shriek of surprise that grabbed him. He almost jerked out of their grip right then and there, but it was followed by a bark of laughter that made him feel a bit safer.

"Hole broken! Used so much! No wonder needs gnolls!" Muscles said between laughs.

A small relief, then. They weren't laughing at him or angry, they were just surprised at how much he'd done. Kata's slight smile disappeared as soon as a finger started worming its way up his ass, however, particularly since a gnoll's finger was fluffy...and thick.

"Ah...ah..."

"Heh, he takes it!" Muscles said. "Look. Little guy takes it!"

Muscles was definitely bigger than the orcs that he had taken before, and that finger was dry enough that it was fluffing at his insides and taking away what little lube that he had left from fucking himself the night before. He huffed under his breath, taking it for what it was, and shivering at the odd combination of discomfort and pleasure that came from such a dry penetration.

Wow...holy...wow...

He didn't think that dry penetration was supposed to feel good, but the way that his ass was working now, who knew how dry he actually was? He remembered that his cock was producing plenty of 'lube', running out of his slit and down to his ass, but he didn't think that his insides were producing their own lube yet.

At least, he was pretty sure that they weren't.

Either way, though, he was panting and lifting his hips up, showing off that puffy, swollen pucker, and as he flexed around that finger, he smelled something.

Something female.

Something hot.

Gnoll? No...no, that's...

He blushed, remembering the pheromones that the potion had gifted his ass with. He looked left, at Goldie, watching as a knotted dick started rising up, throbbing and pulsing with need. It had to be at least ten inches long, long enough that it was going to go right up into his guts and probably further, and that knot looked bigger than his fist. Way bigger than his fist.

Looking right, at Stick, he expected to be disappointed, but he wasn't. The other gnoll wasn't as long as Goldie, no, but that thickness? That thing was going to leave even his gaping butt gaping further, to the point where it'd be more than a finger that could slide up there without lube.

"He smells good," Muscles grunted. "Real good."

"Smells like female," Stick said. "Think is?"

"Nah. Got dick. Just tiny. Big butt, though," Goldie said again.

"I fuck first," Muscles said. "You two after."

They grumbled in complaint, and a split second later, he realized why. That tapered tip of the gnoll's cock against his ass was huge, and if that was just the tip, he didn't know how big that knot was going to be. And if he took that, then he was going to need the other two to take him together, rather than separately.

One more step towards being stretched enough, experienced enough, for a dragon master in the future.

He shivered as that fluffy finger pulled out, leaving him a little stretched, but rather dry. The kobold stretched his legs, rubbing his toes against the base of the gnoll's cock, right against his knot. Thankfully, it was enough to get him spitting pre-cum, and he could feel it running against his asshole in short order, dripping down to his slit.

That should be enough. Gods, be enough.

It had to be, because the gnoll wasn't waiting any longer, and Kata wasn't going to get another chance to lube him up. Suddenly, the gnoll pushed forward, and that tapered tip was rubbing between the sides of his over-stretched rim. The kobold gasped, almost like he was feeling it on his prostate already, the sensitive ridges of his hole - god, it was almost like a donut these days, like a horse's hole - sending signals of pleasure right up his spine.

"Ah...ah..."

He almost drooled, arching his back and flicking what little tail he had up, showing off his hole all the more. The gnolls laughed - at least, he thought they laughed - and Muscles kept pushing forward.

Goooooods!

Kata's mouth hung open as he was held pinned to the rock, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, his mouth drooling over the rock. God, it felt so good to feel that throbbing thing pushing inside of him, parting him. And with his rim so sensitive, he was getting it all before that thing even reached -

"Nnngh..."

Nope, there it was, the tip found his prostate. The stretching burn of that dick inside of him was everything that he could have asked for, and more. It was like getting double the pleasure of anything that he had had before, and more than that besides. He felt the gnoll bearing down on him all the more from behind, but did he care? Not really.

"How he feel?" Stick asked.

"Tight. Tighter than looks."

"Heh, good. Want to feel him scream."

"Not if he get knotted, hehehe," Goldie said.

Kata planned on taking the two of them together to solve that problem, if only to make sure that he kept getting stretched. The whole plan was to get stretched, to be filled up, to be trained to take something bigger, heavier, thicker, stronger. But fuuuuuuck that stretch and the feeling in his rim and prostate -

"Nnngh!"

He would have cum right then and there, but the chastity ring in his slit, combined with just how full his ass was, meant that there was no way for him to go over without a lot more help than that. The kobold groaned, wanting to cum, but all he could do was helplessly dribble.

And that cock...that glorious gnoll cock was going deeper and deeper inside of him. It was past where the orcs had always gone, almost into his belly. Gods, it might actually bulge through there this time. At the very least, he could feel the pre-cum slathering him up down there, filling him, bubbling away, hot and thick and wet. He moaned louder and louder, arching his back like a dumb little bitch.

There was so much pleasure, so much to feel and enjoy, and there was nothing that he could do to slow it down, to take it at a pace that he could actually handle. All he could do was go through with it and hope to come through sane on the other side.

Muscles wasn't slowing down, either. If anything, he was speeding up, and the kobold's legs were pushed far out to the side. He couldn't do anything but lie there, not even able to squirm, not able to push back, not able to do anything. Muscles had him completely broken down, too full to fight back, too full to be anything but a cock sleeve.

Pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure, pounding in and out, in and out, in and out.

He must have blacked out for a time, because when he woke up again, that knot was almost inside of him. He'd last felt it slamming against his rim, slapping against it the way that those balls were slapping against his slit. The kobold looked over his shoulder, the movement costing him almost all the willpower that he had, and he stared at the knot. It was bigger than both fists, and his ass cheeks were spread so far to be able to have it against his hole that he was surprised that he even had an ass left.

"Ah...please..."

"Not stopping."

"No, shove in. Shove in...now!"

He needed it. He had to be awake, had to be aware to be able to train from this. If he couldn't be conscious for the pleasure of a gnoll, what hope did he have of being conscious for a dragon? Kata had to take it, take it deep, take it happily and hard and pleasurably. He had to be a good slave, had to be a good kobold.

Whether Muscles understood that or just wanted to knot, he didn't know, but the gnoll pushed forward one last time. There was a feeling, a weird feeling, that went along with the pop. It came with a stretching, a burning, a crushing. There was pain, but beneath it, mindless, boundless pleasure.

The kobold arched his back, right on the verge of cumming, almost wanting to cum despite the limits that he had placed on himself...

And then he blacked out. This time, he knew he did, dropping down.

POP!

"NNNNNNNNNNGH!"

Kata sat up with his teeth clenched and his lips pulled back at the sudden yank back from his ass. Worse than that, almost, was the waterfall of heat that followed, running down his asshole and over his tail, running out of him and into a puddle on the ground. As soon as he sat up, his body went limp again, and he flopped over.

"Nnnngh...nnnngh..."

"Heh, snack took it."

"Nah, fell asleep."

"Took it first, though."

"Weak."

"Loose, too."

That was Stick and Goldie, and he felt one of them - probably Stick - pushing a finger up his butt. He could feel it, but not until it touched his prostate, and even then, he knew that it had to be inside of him only because of that. His inner walls were pushed so far apart that he didn't even feel the fluff of the gnoll's finger.

Gods...he ruined me...

And he'd been unconscious for part of it, he realized. Kata groaned, his blue scales turning red in the cheeks as he realized how he had been broken down so much easier than he should have been. He should have been able to maintain himself through that. Instead, he had completely conked out, lost control, lost everything until he was knotted, and then he lost it again until Muscles pulled out.

That potion...

It made it so that he could take it, yes, but it didn't make it so that he could take the sensations that came with taking that big a dick. He groaned under his breath, feeling more than slightly disappointed with himself.

Gotta do better. Gotta be better.

The kobold tried to drag himself off the rock, only for his body to fail him. He went limp again, sagging down and groaning under his breath. This was not the way that this was supposed to go. He was supposed to be...he was supposed to be the biggest cum-dump, the best cock-sleeve, the one that surpassed all the other kobolds.

"Mmmph..."

"Looks like he too tired," Goldie said. "Probably can't take it."

"Nnnngh..." Kata tried to push himself, to spread his legs, even, but he was wrecked. It would take him hours to recover from that. Hours. And he couldn't afford to take even longer.

"Leave him," Muscles said. "Good, but broken."

"Not...broken," Kata muttered.

"Close enough."

"Come back...tomorrow."

Tomorrow. He hated saying that, but he knew that he needed that time to recover, to pull himself back together, to have a chance of being good enough to actually take them. Otherwise...

Otherwise, he might actually push too far, too fast.

The males chuckled, shaking their heads, but Muscles said that they'd be back. They gathered their food, chucking it over their shoulders before walking off, leaving the kobold alone in the little clearing in the long grass. Kata slumped his head back, gritting his teeth as he stared up at the heavens.

Despite everything, Kata didn't regret the decisions that he had made. He had jumped the gun, yes, and he had pushed for something that he wasn't entirely ready for, but that didn't mean that his mistake was completely unforgiveable, or insurmountable. It just meant that he...that he needed to work harder.

Gradually, as the sun stretched across the heavens, he felt his body start to come under his control once more. He shivered as his toes tingled, then his legs. He could feel his lower body somewhere near an hour after that fuck, and he groaned as he rolled to his side, almost flopping off the rock in the process. He managed to stop that, at least.

As his upper body woke up again, as well, he pushed himself upright. His hole tingled, but in a good way. It was stretched, swollen, and more than slightly gaping at that point. He reached under his tail, rubbing around his rim, and he blushed as he realized that he'd gotten to the point where his gape would allow two fingers inside without touching the walls. Definitely bigger than he had been.

I'm going to need more potions, more things to keep me clean. I can't just gape like this forever. I need...I need to make sure that I can close again...

But those potions were going to cost money, and he couldn't rely on the alchemist in the city being kind to him again. Much as his ass burned, much as he wanted to pursue this on his own, he knew that he had to work hard. He had to earn something that would make up for the aid that he'd received thus far.

I need money, or rare ingredients, or...or something.

Kata tested his legs, and when he was sure that they would support his weight, he slid down from the rock. He left a slimy trail of cum behind him as he did, and he groaned under his breath as he settled down at the bottom of the rock. Everything was still tingly, but it was no longer completely numb.

He could walk.

And if he could walk, he could find what he needed.

The kobold knew that there was no way that he would be able to just take what the gnolls had to over the next day if he didn't do something to fix himself. He was still too sensitive back there, his prostate, his rim, everything too sensitive to anal pleasure. So, if he was going to do better, he had to start getting used to it.

Eventually, he found what he was looking for. There were all sorts of things in the plains outside the city, and not all of the monsters out there walked on two legs. Kata found a mound of dirt that had been pushed up from underground, and he could hear the rippling, sloshing sounds of the monster that lived in the den beneath the earth as he approached. Slowing down, he crawled along the surface of the earth, spreading himself out so that the vibrations that he made were less prevalent.

Less, not nonexistent. With an ass like his, it was impossible for it to be completely quiet, no matter how hard he tried.

As his fat ass cheeks clapped together, bouncing off of one another and wobbling like the very earth was shaking beneath him, Kata crawled over to the mound of dirt. He squirmed up to the tip of it, then wiggled his ass right over the hole that poked free.

"Come on, come on..."

There was a slight shiver through the mound before a tendril slowly rose from the hole. It turned this way and that, finally finding the back of his thigh. It traced up and along his leg, making its way up to his ass. It stroked along his rump, then between the cheeks, grinding along and leaving a heavy slime as it went.

Kata bit his lips, gritting his teeth as the aphrodisiacal nature of the slime started to sink through his scales. The feeling had him stiffening in his slit, getting more and more turned on, but he focused on the feeling of the tentacle running between his ass cheeks.

This was a Milker, one of the perverted monsters that were created by wizards a long time ago. There were hundreds of them in the wild, all buried beneath the dirt and all looking for prey that they could enjoy.

They had been made when a wizard decided that they needed something to break up the monotony of their lives. The wizard had wanted something sexy, and what he got was something that was a bit more...well...

"MMPH!"

Kata grunted against clenched teeth as the tentacle forced its way past his pucker, going deep right then and there. It wasn't as thick as the gnoll's cock, but it was coated in the same aphrodisiac that all the Milkers were coated in. It was meant to bring anyone that was penetrated up to a lustful high, pushing them to forget about the world while the Milker took its time to feed. Females were merely sucked and rubbed, while males -

"Ah...ah..."

Other tendrils were coming out of the dirt mound, each one rubbing against him somewhere or other. They were somewhere between massagers and groping tentacles, rubbing, squeezing, teasing, playing with him constantly, and it was taking every bit of willpower that he had to keep from just moaning and going with it.

Particularly as one tendril managed to slither under the ring in his slit and touch him somewhere so, so much further in than the others.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

The kobold lifted his hips ever so slightly, his ass cheeks wobbling. The whole point of this was to start getting used to pleasure. Milkers weren't large creatures, and their tentacles didn't do much to stretch someone out. That wasn't the point. The point was to make their subjects, their prey, so overwhelmed with pleasure that they couldn't get away, that they couldn't think of anything but cumming over and over again. That was his difficulty, now; if he couldn't get around the hyperstimulation problem, then he was doomed.

Just...just gotta...focus...

Kata lifted his tail a bit further, moaning as the slimy tendril went deep inside of him. A little further, and then a bit further still, always working that little bit deeper and teasing another part of him, reminding him of how GOOD it felt to have something in him, and his insides...oh, his insides were getting wet and slimy...

Kata moaned, biting his lips. No, focus. He had to focus. He had to learn.

The End

Summary: Our dreaming kobold leaves the city to try bigger dicks, but might have made a little miscalculation.

Tags: M/M, kobold, gnoll, gaping, stretched, wrecked, anal, knotting, size difference, knot, cum, humiliation, huge, series, broken butt, tentacles, slime, big ass,