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"Oh, I hope he isn't too mad about that skull being broken; though, I never can remember which one is his favourite -- they all look so alike..." The little kobold muttered aloud to himself as he trod through the damp and moss-covered walkways of the underground tunnels. "Hm.. maybe if I fetch him a leg of lamb from the butchers before he finds out, he'll be less inclined to punish me? Yeah, I'll do that!"

Korrupt tried to keep his tiny little gut sucked in as he pressed his back against a damp wall, having to step sideways through a narrowing portion of the underground before reaching a more open and spacious area, complete with a rickety looking ladder that led to the city above them, along with a fresh water underground reservoir. "I'll never know why a d-dragon would want to settle in a place like this; I-I know its convenient -- what with all the local stores being directly above our heads, accompanied by all those pesky humans and their gold-laden pockets -- but it's just so... dank!"

Korrupt was a rather eccentric little fellow, at least by kobold standards: He was kind and earnest by nature -- if a little skittish and easily frightened; but the reason his master kept him around was because he was earnest in his desire to please him -- no matter the cost. Overall, the little kobold was charcoal in colour, with his belly scales and paw pads coloured in a forest green. As he shifted the iron plate aside that capped the entrance to the underground tunnels, his horns, charcoal and green ear-fins, and twenty-four carat gold eyes peered over the cobbles to see all manner of creatures scurrying around to get to the places they needed to get to. "Oh boy; here I go stealin' again!" He giggled to himself as he pushed the plate up, quickly hopping out before using the slam of the plate as a distraction to light the pockets of a few nearby and unsuspecting citizens, before then scurrying to the butchers shop as quickly as his little legs could carry him.

*D-Ding... D-Ding*

"Bertrand? Are you in today? I need to fetch Amare a leg of lamb... again." Korrupt called out, admitting wholeheartedly to his wrongdoings. "You know -- little guy, Amare is going to catch on to you at some point; you can't just keep pulling the wool over his eyes with a joint of meat every time you bungle an exercise routine, or such-like. I don't understand you little ones sometimes."

From behind the counter, a six-foot-something, grey-muzzled, black and white furred great Dane lumbered out from behind a sheet-covered doorway. He pushed up his bottle-top shaped glasses before letting out a rolling bout of laughter as his hands came to rest upon his hips. "... but I suppose you mean well all the same. A leg of lamb, was it?" He asked, turning towards a walk-in refrigerator, imagining where it was he last saw his stock of lamb meat. "Yes please, Bert!" The kobold yipped excitedly -- habitually hopping on the spot out of sheer excitement -- as the great Dane turned just in time to watch the emphatic display. Bertrand let out another rolling laugh as he poked his head into the fridge, just to grab the first joint he found on the right. "Fresh in store this very morning! That should keep that crabby dragon of yours happy, for the time being, anyway. That'll be--"

Before Bertrand could even get his words out, a cacophony of metallic clinking could be heard from behind him. The great Dane turned around so fast that his glasses slipped down his muzzle, rendering his view a blurred haze; but as he pushed them back up, he bore witness to quite the pile of gold. "... I'm not even going to--"

Even before the Dane could get those words out, the kobold was clawing at the wooden countertop -- his eyes fixated on the leg of lamb as if it were his first view of food in two weeks.

"Heh. Just take it little guy." The Dane laughed as he tossed the leg into the air, watching as the kobold leapt up to catch it with all four sets of claws before hitting the wooden-planked flooring. "Go on little guy, get back to Amare; I'm sure he's just dying to welcome you home, heh heh heh..." He said in a foreboding manner as he turned, shuffling back from whence he came.

"Huh... nice guy!" Korrupt thought out loud as he lay on the floor, grasping ahold of the large joint as it practically acted like a kobold version of a paper-weight -- slowly squeezing the air out of the little guy's lungs.

After a little wriggling, the kobold managed to get himself out from under the big joint of meat -- huffing to himself as he wiped blood off his chest -- before lifting it up and off the floor. "Gods above... I hope he appreciates this." He muttered to himself as he pushed the door open with his body. *D-Ding D-Ding*.

"Now... which way was that tunnel entrance again?.. Ah! There it is!" He mused to himself before seeing the black iron plate from the corner of his eye.

Trying his best to weave in and out and through the crowds of people, Korrupt finally found himself at the plate, along with a rather frustrated looking Southern Sergal.

"So that's where you went off to. I think we need to have a chat, little guy." He said, arms crossed, foot tapping away at the cobbles as his thin pupils narrowed upon the gold-thieving kobold. "Well, you see... uh, the thing is... GODS ABOVE, WHAT IS THAT!?" Korrupt cried out, taking a step to the Sergal's right -- putting the plate between the pair; and just as the Sergal raised his head to see what had caused the kobold to be so fearful, the gold-thief was already shifting the plate to slip beneath it. "H-Hey! I wasn't finished with--" He said, just as the plate slammed back atop the entrance to tunnels, catching the attention of the surrounding crowd -- to the sergal's embarrassment. "Ugh... There goes my deposit..."

Korrupt giggled away to himself as he descended that same set of rickety stairs he ascended not too long ago, adjusting the mass of flesh on his shoulder as he did so, just to stop him from falling backwards to his doom; though it would appear that his doom may not come necessarily from simply falling from the rusted framework he descended upon. "You weren't here for morning roll-call, Korrupt; what have you been up to... I wonder." A soothing voice queried from deep within the dark of the open space beneath the kobold. "I-I uh... I can explain!" He stuttered as the realisation of who was speaking -- and what it meant -- set in, the paralysing fear pinning him to the ladder. "Well? I'm waiting for your answer, Korrupt. You don't want to keep me waiting, do you?" The voice queried once again, it's source nearing with each echoing step, the pads beneath them causing the dirt and stones to creak and disperse underfoot.

Korrupt once again started to descend the steps as he made the wait for an answer, a choice that elicited a hot and stale breeze from the source of the voice. As his paw pads touched terra-ferma, Korrupt turned to face the illuminated golden muzzle and dual forward-facing horns of the being he knew to be Amare. "W-Well I-I thought I'd go up to the city to fetch you a n-nice morning snack! Y-Yeah, that was it!" The kobold quaked, chuckling to himself nervously as his eyes refrained from meeting his masters, looking instead into his golden mane. "I-I was also going to snag you some more gold! But that p-pesky serg-"

"Enough. You kept me waiting, and now you try to deflect a simple question? It's not looking very good for you, my little snack..." Amare uttered as another rolling breath of hot air rolled over the shivering servant. "And I suppose that offering you have on your shoulder has nothing to do with that gap I have on my fireplace mantel, does it?"

"E-Eep."

The golden beast's iris' narrowed into voidal daggers as he slowly approached, looming his great head over the blood-stained kobold's form; drool dripped from the corners of his curled up lips as he deeply inhaled through his nostrils -- not a few feet from Korrupt's paralysed draconian effigy. "I suppose I can see through your... shortcomings... but you have this distinct smell of not-so-fresh blood lingering around your body, and it's made me realise something."

"W-W-What's t-that, m-master?" Korrupt asked nervously as he backed up against the wall beside the ladder, gulping down a wad of saliva as the predator kept the distance between them before closing in. "Well, seeing as you couldn't turn up on time this morning for role-call, I get the feeling that you feel distracted -- useless, even; let me change that." He said, almost letting out a rumbling purr as a single clawed digit reached out and hooked behind the kobold's ankles, tripping him onto his rounded rump before dragging him along the floor towards him, the paw that the claw belonged to spreading out and over his chest and gut. "Hmm... this cobbled ground-work can be so harsh on my pads sometimes... I'm glad I have a cushion like you to help with that, my little toy." Amare hummed as he pressed and circled his paw atop the kobold, using his torso to massage himself with.

Though Korrupt could barely breathe, a harsh 'yip' escaped his throat as his Master continued to apply slowly increasing pressure to his body -- shamelessly beginning to show how much he actually enjoyed being used. "What's this, hmm? Oh yes, I forgot that you were the one with a thing for feet; rather, being pressed upon by them..." He said aloud, blatantly calling out and embarrassing the blushing kobold. "But never mind. You'll be hard-pressed to not enjoy what comes next." Amare uttered as he raised his other fore-quarter, pressing the paw against the wall above the crushed kobold, all to bring the dragon's own raging arousal into view of the helpless creature. The golden dragon sported a large and notably knotted black cock, complete with soft, feline-like, backwards facing spines, and a large pair of draconian testicles, encased in golden scales that looked stretched to bursting point.

"You know, it's been a while since i've let off a bit of steam; you boys have been seriously slacking of late in your duties, and I'll be sure to reprimand the others as I am about to reprimand you." Amare promised as he hunched his back up slightly, pushing his hips forwards so that the tip of his slimy pre-coated and throbbing tip pressed against the impossibly small rear entrance of the kobold. As he raised the paw that pinned the kobold down, he shifted his hips ever so slightly forward, grinding the underside of his radiant rod against Korrupts belly, then his chest, before smearing potent fluids against his chin and cheek. "What are you waiting for? An order? Get to work." The dragon ordered as his weighty form loomed over the kobold.

Korrupt began to rub up and down the sides of his masters twitching arousal, nervously smiling up at him as he felt each and every heartbeat pass through that dragon's flesh like a wave crashing against a coastline. "I-I hope you can forgive me M-Master; I did go out and fetch you a snack, a-after all!" Korrupt pleaded in an attempt to curry his favour, a plea to which the dragon did not reply. Instead, a healthy glob of clear fluid oozed from the slit at the dragon's tip, rolling into the kobold's mouth and down his cheek and face -- the fluid being more viscous than the other type of fluid that normally emerges from that particular hole. "Does that taste good, little kobold? Does it taste sweet enough for you?" The dragon quizzed as the pre-seminal fluids continued to flow, the surface tension of the dragon's cock growing tight as it swelled to its full size, the veins rising to the surface to show off in streams of red and blue life energy. "Keep doing what you're doing, O' servant mine, and I'll be painting your pretty black and green scales white in no time at all."

Though Korrupt was hardly in any position to argue with the dragon, by nature, the little kobold was compelled to grant the beast's wishes -- by any means necessary. Korrupt's soft-padded hands continued to stroke further down and harder, in both straight lines over the dragon's spines, and in massaging circles over those pulsating and angry pathways of draconian blood. As he saw Amare's testicles begin to rise up, Korrupt raised his legs up and effectively put the base of the beast's knot in a head-lock, cinching his plantigrade feet together until he saw that knot swell to its fullest thickness -- knowing exactly what was to come. Without any verbal queues, Korrupt opened his maw and sealed his eyelids shut as Amare let rip a deep and guttural roar; the kobold instinctually wrapped his arms below the rim of the cock's head, just as a large initial wave of heavily viscous off-white fluid caught him in the face -- filling his mouth entirely whilst simultaneously covering his face. Amare grit his teeth, cutting off his growl as his hips thrust forward sharpley, again and again, sending with each thrust yet another volley of draconian seed into the face of the willing and waiting servant attached to his pride.

A steamy humidity had filled the cavernous space below the bustling city above, and all that could be heard was splatters and drops of liquid hitting the cobbled floor amongst the laboured breathing of a mythical beast, timing in parallel with the choking coughs of his male concubine -- struggling even as time passed to catch a breath that wasn't filled with cells of dragon sperm. As the weight of the fluids that he'd consumed began to take its toll, Korrupt reluctantly unlocked his feet and hands, dropping to the floor -- exhausted physically from the full body workout he'd put himself through for the pleasure of his master.

"I-I hope--" He started before coughing once again, a splatter of fluids being brought up to coat the inside of his mouth before being swallowed back into place. "I h-hope you can f-forgive me, M-Master..." Korrupt eventually managed to say, just as that black arousal began to slide off his swollen gut, as two large paws came to rest a few feet from either side of his head.

"Shh. Rest now, O' servant mine. Close your eyes, and enjoy the warmth..." The dragon whispered softly, ushering a wave of hot and intoxicating breath over the kobold as his tongue lifted his feet off the ground, then his legs, and then his tail and rump. Amare's tongue then began to receded back from whence it came as Korrupt peacefully closed his eyes, opening them once to visualise the fleshy and moist interior of his Master's maw before closing his eyes once again, feeling only the warmth of flesh and hot saliva covering the entirety of his being. Korrupt could see the light being cut away from sight -- even through his eyelids -- as the dragon sealed his lips shut; the kobold's paw-pads now pressing against the back of Amare's throat as his uvula dragged over the small creature's spasming erection. All it took for the orgasmic spasms to begin was for Amare to raise his tongue, pressing Korrupt against the ribbed roof of his maw as that uvula ground against his twitching erection. The kobold grimaced. His face contorted. His throbbing erection pressed roughly against soft and moist flesh.

Thats all it took.

"H-Hnng....gyah!~"

And just as the kobold spent his weak load and ascended to Nirvana, he was at peace as he felt the direction of gravity change while Amare raised his head up and onto the vertical, pressing a fore-paw against his throat before heartily swallowing the little creature. Korrupt's senses were numb to all but the feeling of slimy flesh against his smooth scales, and a subtle convulsive pressure that guided his path with the assistance of gravity. Korrupt began to see stars dancing and sparkling beneath his eyelids as his consciousness slowly faded, his energy utterly spent, with his orgasm being the catalyst.

His sight faded faster now just as the pressure around his body began to lift, and just before unconsciousness, he felt the warm surrounding embrace of body temperature fluids surrounding him -- as if floating inside a sensory deprivation tank. Korrupt would be used as fuel for the prideful beast that granted the kobold his life-long dream, and reborn; as a dragon perhaps? Tis but a kobold's dream...

Darkness. Stars. The passage of all time and creation before and behind him; an ethereal being adrift amongst the cosmos, for all and one to see:

"Well now, just look at how cute you are, O' Kobold mine; wishing upon the stars -- like so many before you. But don't dilly-dally here now; your work is far from done, afterall..."

Darkness... then light.

"K-Korrupt? Korrupt! Wake up! If you miss roll call, he won't be pleased!" A sound yipped as a sensation rocked the kobold from his slumber. "H-Hmm?.."

"GET! UP!" The strange voice demanded worryingly as the straw and wood bed was shaken violently, causing the kobold to fall from his top bunk. "Ouch! That hurt! ... that hurt..?"

Before Korrupt could even open his eyes, his wrist was being grasped and his rump was being dragged across the fine and well-trodden dirt before a few more pairs of paws helped the struggling creature up and onto his feet.

"And lastly... Korrupt! Has anyone seen... ah! There you are!" A deep commanding voice boomed; the vibrations peeled through the air and crept into the kobold's ears, instantly causing his eye's to peel open. "Y-Yes sir! I'm here!"

"You'll be on meat duty this morning: I hear that the mortals have opened up a new butchery in town. Go and see if you can't buy me a leg of lamb..." The voice half queried, half ordered.

Korrupt's vision began to clarify quickly now -- the grainy haze of unconsciousness fading -- and all that beheld him was gold and muscle and teeth.

"... O' Servant Mine.~"