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The Nature of Kobolds and Dragons

Part 2

Featuring Fyacin_Tia, Engy, repanbo, VeronicaFoxx, EyeofHorus789, HandofBlades, winterhound776, Lupesoule, DrakeHavok, and kacacarrotcake

Sponsored by Fyacin_Tia

By Draconicon

Though he would have preferred to be throat-spelunking, as the big dragon called it, Fyacin-Bold was more than happy to be humping that big tongue. His little body fit perfectly on that oversized muscle, and he groaned every time that he dragged his crotch over it, feeling it sliding between his legs, lifting his balls, supporting his cock, creating a groove that was so easy to hump between.

The former lion had been made to show off, the sort of male that could not help strutting his stuff everywhere that he went. That hadn't changed since his transformation to his kobold self, and he arched his back, thrusting along, gripping Engy's tongue with his thighs as he exaggerated - but never lied - about how good this felt.

"Mmmph...ah...ah...ah..."

The lion-bold moaned as he thrust away, his scales growing more shiny by the second, his dedication not far behind. Shivering happily, he looked up at the dragon's face, watched as Engy's eyes were slowly closing to slits. The lion-bold felt happy that he could bring such pleasure to a dragon, be so beautiful and so unignorable that happiness had to follow.

He was the best, after all, and he would stay the best.

He rolled his hips more, showing off even as he fed his own addiction to that tongue, that mouth, that throat. The thought of sliding his small body into the dragon's snout and crawling down that throat again, feeling the muscles clenching down on him, offering himself up as a proper kobold sacrifice was nearly impossible not to try and accomplish. He wanted to throw himself in, to give in, to enjoy that feeling, but no.

No, no, no, he had been instructed to avoid it, and a good kobold did what they were told, at least if a dragon gave the order.

Instead, he rolled his hips, continuing to feed the dragon his offerings of pre-cum, of musk, of scaly worship. He moaned, leaning forward and lying down on that tongue that outsized him by several feet, hugging around it and giving it one hump after another. Thrust, slide, thrust, slide, he went, always thinking about how he could show this dragon how much he deserved to be worshiped, how much kobolds loved him, how much...

How very spectacular he was, and how much this was his due.

Make him smile, make him grin, show him how much he deserves this...

That was what was running through Fyacin-Bold's head. No matter how much his own desires tugged at him, no matter how much more he wanted to do, he was still a kobold, and a kobold was a creature that gave worship over all else. He leaned in, nuzzling that slippery tongue, and pushed himself deeper.

Nirimer-Bold moaned as he dragged his head up and down those hefty yellow balls, so small compared to the large feral over him that he could have used the big sac as a bed, and there was a part of the rune-marked dragon-bold that wanted to do just that. The thick musk, the sheer masculinity, the powerful scent of a superior dragon: it all reminded him of the sheer superiority of the real male over him, and it made him want to submit even without all the kobold instincts that he was dealing with now.

But those instincts also demanded that he give those balls the worshiping, the licking, the tongue-lapping of a lifetime, and so he did.

As Engy worked himself into a bit more of a comfortable position, and as Gann-Bold worked over that big dragon cock, Nirimer-Bold spent his time dragging himself up and down that sac. He worked like a Roomba in a carpeted room, sniffing, sucking, licking, nuzzling, cleaning those balls as they deserved to be treated, moaning as he did. He worked from one corner of them to another, always snuffling, sucking, rubbing, holding them close to himself as he ground his body against them.

Big balls mark. Big balls musk. Big balls mark and show me as little kobold slut...

The purple-gray dragon-bold moaned as he dragged his tongue over every individual scale, sucking on those heavy nuts to the point where he was leaving little hickeys against the yellow scales. He wanted all other kobolds to know that this was how you treated a dragon: with more effort than you treated anything else.

As Nirimer-Bold dragged himself along those balls, moving from one heavy orb to the other, he could feel the sheer musk coming off of them dragging his mind down to more and more hedonistic needs. He wanted to feel his asshole being stretched open - no, his pussy. His little ass-pussy, reminding him what a kobold should be to a dragon. A substitute dragoness, if nothing else.

He leaned down, dragging his nostrils along the little valley between the two heavy, stretched orbs, sniffing out the bits of sweat that lay there and the bit of musk that he could feast on with his tongue as well as his nose. He sought it out, moaning as he found it and licked it up, shivering as he felt the tingles of pleasure running down his spine to his nutless crotch. The dragon-bold shivered again as he felt his cock twitching, not quite rising, but nonetheless showing more activity than it could have before.

It was only right. Kobolds served the big males, and they served the dragons most of all.

Breathing in, breathing out, he kept worshiping the big yellow dragon's ball musk, huffing it down, reminding himself who the bigger, better male was. There was no question in the slightest who it might be. It was Engy. Engy was the biggest, best male around.

Except the master, of course, but the master had other people tending to him. Other kobolds. Nirimer-Bold would get to him later, though, and show just how good they were supposed to be.

He would help hold that standard.

He would help make sure that they all knew that they were better than him, bigger, better males, that deserved all the worship in the world.

Gann-Bold grinned as he hugged the cock beneath him as tight as he could. Even though the tip was bigger than the dragon-bold's mouth could really take, he kept opening his mouth in the fashion of someone about to blow a raspberry on someone's stomach and slamming his head down on the cock head. It was enough to drag at least a bit of the flesh into his mouth, and he often managed to get a groan out of the big yellow dragon at the same time.

Forward, back, forward, back. He giggled as he felt the little throbs, the tiny pulses through the shaft. The white-scaled dragon-bold knew that there was a lot more work to be done before he could claim this cock in the name of the snuggle-bold empire, but he was going to do it. He was going to do it if he had to start putting little stickers all up and down that dick, all of them covered with adoring kobold faces to show why it was amazing and belonged to the snuggle-bold people.

Then again, wouldn't stickers make it harder to play with that dick?

Back to the drawing board. For now, he would enjoy making sure that the big thing got all the loving attention that it deserved. He could hear the big dragon huffing, grunting, moaning as he was given worship, as his cock was sucked and humped, as his tongue was slathered with lion-bold pre-cum and musk, as his balls were played with and bounced and worshiped.

But that was nothing compared to Gann-Bold.

He growled as he hugged that big dick, grinding himself up against it with a full-bodied effort. He rolled his head around, licking around the urethra, sucking up all the musky, tasty pre-cum that he could get. Then, he gave it a tiny little nibble.

He was so small that the little neebles didn't do anything to actually hurt that shaft. Hell, he imagined that the dragon felt them more as gumming that thing than anything else due to the size difference. But that didn't mean that it didn't work. Engy grunted, his cock twitching up that little bit more.

Gann-Bold counted it as a win.

"Mmmm...big dragon needs big attention," he grunted, dragging himself up the shaft so that he could fling himself around, hanging under it. "That's it. You need a kobold decoration. I declare this cock for the snuggle-bolds! I am the kobold-blowjob-flag!"

He went back to sucking, gently neebling around the tip of the shaft, teasing it to keep leaking. Sure, it meant that he got a shower in the goo, but that was hardly a bad thing, was it? It was just one more way for a good dragon-bold to show his loyalty to the dragon empire.

Empire?

Of Dragons?

That didn't actually exist, but as soon as he thought of it, the little white-scaled dragon-bold started thinking of how he could make it happen. All dragons, all the time, with hundreds, thousands of happy little kobolds all looking up and wanting to make the dragons happy. That would be a good life. No more worries. No more fears. Just happy little kobolds doing what they did best.

Idesin-Bold grinned as he watched the show go on, waving his arms like a conductor might have done at the orchestra. It did fuck all to keep everyone in time, of course, considering that they were all far more focused on the dragons, now, but it was a fun fantasy, and it made him giggle.

Alone among the kobolds, he didn't have the lustful needs to service the dragons. Oh, sure, there was that sense of duty, that need to give them some attention, to show that they were treasures to the kobolds as much as the kobolds were treasures to them. That was all right and proper, and he felt that for his friends even though they were different to him now.

But there was also that real sense of wanting to make things good. Dragons deserved attention, and these dragons deserved it more than most.

"Ah-ha, ah-ha, look at them go. A hot-sucking-Gann-bold is going strong at the big yellow's cock, and he is making that thing drip more than a broken faucet. But looking at the other side of the ring..."

Idesin-Bold swept his arm around, missing his rudder ever so slightly for the dramatic flair that it gave his bigger movements, but the otter-bold made it work. He gestured over at the big black dragon on the other side of the commons, sweeping his hands at the big man.

"It looks like we might have a genuine contest here. In this great Battle of the 'Bolds, we have two foot-worshiping fiends at the master's feet, licking them up and down, giving them all the attention that they crave. There's nothing to stop them now from giving him the best foot-licking of his life. And Ailsa-Bold, why, she's doing everything short of impaling herself on that thick thing. She might just take it all the way through; who knows?"

The otter-bold grinned as the various kobolds rolled their eyes, giving a giggle-snort as he spun on his little podium. His hat almost fell off, and he nabbed it before it could, shaking his head.

Whoops, can't let that go. Almost too crazy already.

Holding it down on his head with his other hand, he looked around at the remaining kobolds. Yana-Bold was there, their eyes completely zonked out from the heavy musk in the air. Idesin-Bold had to admit that it was getting him rather hard, but not particularly needy. He liked to play, but that's what it was to him. Play, happiness, not need.

Veronica wasn't anywhere around, but he imagined that the security-bold was busy somewhere else. She didn't really like getting the sexy bits, anyway, not most of the time, at least. But there was still someone missing. Where was -

"YEEEP!"

The otter-bold nearly leaped out of his scales as he was suddenly molested from behind, scaly fingers and a nibbling mouth finding his crotch and his neck respectively. That, and a big, thick thing rubbing under his scaly tail and between his butt cheeks, told him that it was Ellyra-Bold, the unicorn having found him.

"H-hey, the ringleader has to tell everyone what to do," Idesin-Bold said.

"Hee-hee, you can take a break."

"Um, uh, um..."

"Come on, you don't want cutie-corn-bold to stuff your cutie-booty?"

"...Not yet?"

"Aaaaaaaaw."

"Later?"

"Alright. Fine."

As Ellyra-Bold slid around him, moving down to the ground, he shook his head. They were such a bunch of sillies, but he loved them all.

Yana-Bold was completely out of it. They were staring straight ahead, their eyes hazy, their head nice and empty and calm. The warmth of feeling all that musk around them, the heady feeling of being around species that they were supposed to worship on a regular basis, made them feel good.

It was the kobold stuff, for the most part. The former draxalotl knew that they were out of it, that they were high, that they were riding on that instinct, and they just went with it. They leaned forward, tiny little breasts barely showing in their new scaly form, their bigger cock hanging down and forcing their legs to spread just a bit.

Feels good...feels good...

They smiled, drooling ever so slightly as they looked from one dragon to another. They could serve either one. Master Draconicon had his cock and his hind paws being tended to, but that didn't mean that they couldn't go over there and give his balls a good licking. Or they could go over to Master Engy, give him a bit of attention to his tail or his hind paws. Or they could do any number of other things. They could do it all, have fun with everyone, just go wild, if they could only make a decision.

That was the hard part, though. They were surrounded by dragons, surrounded by other kobolds, and Yana-Bold wasn't good at making decisions. They liked to be ordered around, and they liked being in a space where they couldn't do things without others helping them.

Feels good...feels good...

Drifting on the musk and the heady pleasure, they were almost ready to collapse, falling on the ground in a happy, horny high, when -

POP!

The feeling of a silicone horse cock popping into their ass shocked them out of the worst of the helpless, obedient feeling. They moaned, their own cock rising quickly as they looked over their shoulder. Ellyra. Ellyra-Bold, rather, the dark-scaled, horned kobold looming over them.

"Mmmph...?"

That was all that Yana-Bold could get themselves to say, too happy, too zonked to be able to do anything else. Ellyra-Bold giggled, patting their head.

"Come on, cutie. Give me a ride. Bounce on this big thing, and let's get that butt ready for a bit of dragon loving."

"Bounce...yeah...can bounce..."

"Bounce like the wind!"

The unicorn-bold slammed forward, and Yana-Bold moaned loudly, shamelessly. Doubtlessly they would be embarrassed later, but at that moment, they couldn't care less. They just wanted to do as they were told, and so, they slammed back. Hard.

Zavis-Bold took his time as he worked along the large hind-paw that he had been presented with. He knew that it had a lot of tension in it, considering the way that the master had been favoring his legs lately, how he had been rubbing them, and the former snake was ready to do anything it took to make sure that the master was back up to tip-top form. After all, the black dragon couldn't do what he needed to do if he wasn't taking care of himself.

Start with the joints, and then work down, Zavis-Bold decided, the brown-green scaled male making his way to the toes of the hind-paw. The great black-scaled feral was on his side, making the whole thing easier. He worked at the toes, grinding, kneading the big things like he might have done a loaf of bread, muscling them into submission from the size difference between the two of them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Havok-Bold having a good time on the other hind-paw, though the white dragon-bold was taking his time to really lick them rather than just massage them. Zavis-Bold made a mental note to take care of that later, to remind Havok-Bold how to do it properly.

For now, however, he focused on his own paw, the one that required attention more than he thought. The muscles under the scales were all hard, definitely needing the pressure that he was putting on them, and he shook his head as he worked from one toe to another, kneading, rubbing, forcing the joints to crack when it was needed. The master groaned as his hind-paw was forced into relaxed submission.

It was almost a wrestling match with the muscles under the scales, and that was a match that Zavis-Bold took to with a will. He grunted and pushed, shoved and ground down to make sure that those toes were made into the most relaxed digits in the room, fighting stubborn knots and glaring difficulties between them. He forced those muscles to stop knotting up, forced them to relax, to stop being so tight by shoving his body against them.

At times, he actually fucked the tension knots into submission, massaging them out of existence by grabbing two toes and humping against the tense spot. Somehow, that worked, and the dutiful kobold kept moving on, dragging himself from one spot to another.

Of course, that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy his work. There were times when he had to catch his breath, and when he did, he leaned down against the scales of the great black dragon, sniffing up his scent, feeding his devotion, reminding himself why he did this.

It always worked, and he was back on his feet seconds later.

Further, further he went, soon able to move down from the toes to the ball of the foot, the big padded big where the muscles and scales were thickest and hardest. He shook his head. He really had his work cut out for him, but it was worth it.

For the master, it was worth it.

Ailsa-Bold barely cared what was going on around her. The former stingray was focused entirely on the fat, feral dick that was dragging between her ass cheeks to the exclusion of all else, and she was licking her lips in anticipation of having it inside of her.

This is going to be the best stretch in years...

She had taken a lot of big things, of course, and once, she had managed to tempt and push her master into feral form before. However, she had been normal size, and he'd been maybe the size of a large horse. This was something much bigger, much more intense, and far more bestial than before. Magic was the only reason that the two feral dragons still fit in the room at all, and she was pretty sure it was magic bullshit, too.

Just like this will be.

The head of her master's cock was just about as big as her own head, and she could feel that it was pushing her little butt as far as it could take just trying to grind down on the thing. Her succubus magic was still there, still burning through her demon-stingray-kobold body, but every bit of experience that the old body had was gone.

That just meant that this was going to be even better, though.

"Mmm, come on, Master Drac...give it to me..."

She knew that there was a difference. Her power meant that she was more aware of what was going on with them than most of the other kobolds, and she knew that there was a part of the spell that made them submissive, needy, eager to worship. There was a part of her that knew that it wasn't natural, that it went beyond the standard urge of a kobold to do things for the dragons around them.

Ailsa-Bold also knew that she could fight it, and could do something to make sure that she was thinking clearly.

But why? Why do that when she had the biggest, best dick in years to play with, and she had every reason to help it go down?

Just for a bit, really. Just for a bit, and then we'll get back to the why.

She spread her ass cheeks, rubbing her pink hole against that sloppy, slimy cock. Drac's dick had always been productive, always been messy, and she growled in pleasure as she felt it slathering her backdoor with all kinds of slime and pleasure. She rolled her hips against it, savoring the feeling of that slippery mess, spreading it against her asshole.

Her magic went down to her pucker, forcing it to loosen just a bit, to take on qualities like rubber, qualities like latex, so that it could stretch more than flesh could. Bit by bit, that massive tip started grinding into her pucker, getting her to open up, and that burning, intense, stretching sensation nearly made her cum right there.

Double-dicks, pussy, ass. All of them were burning with the need for attention, with the need to put them to use. And with Drac so hard, she had every reason to believe that they were going to be enjoying every single one of them.

And so, she pushed back, feeling the head pop in, and she moaned as she hugged her middle. Oh, that was a hundred times better than the traffic cone...

Hours passed, and the dragons pushed their kobolds right to the brink. Ellyra-Bold ran from one naughty lizard to another, humping their butts the minute that they fell to bring them back to the edge of need, and then going off to another. Gann-Bold would hop between dragons, only to be chased away from the black one when Ailsa-Bold got territorial with that massive shaft.

Yana-Bold was never one to fight back. She eagerly obeyed any directions that Idesin-Bold gave her, and even went so far as to pose when he pulled out the camera. There was a great deal of silly and sexy footage to be seen with her for later.

Then there were the worshipers, Nirimer-Bold, Zavis-Bold, and Havok-Bold. They kept changing, with Nirimer-Bold swapping out for either the snake-bold or the other dragon-bold, giving them the chance to rest and recharge beneath Engy's balls while the runed-dragon-bold worked at the black dragon's hind-paws. They didn't even have to discuss it; they just tapped in and out as needed.

Fyacin-Bold? He was there, all the time, trying to sneak into Engy's mouth. There were times when he succeeded for a time, managing to drag himself past the lips and up to his ankles into the dragon's snout, but he was always spat out at the last second. The lion-bold was never happy about it, but he went with it.

And it was at that point, hours later, when the various kobolds in the room were exhausted and Idesin-Bold finally lost his voice, that Draconicon finally found the time and space to talk to his alchemist.

"Engy. Now...what happened, exactly?"

"Hmm?" the yellow feral asked with a groan, laying in a pool of his own 'product.'

"What happened before we all changed?"

"Shockwave. Bad experiment. Need to fire someone."

"Who?"

"That's what I have to figure out." The yellow dragon flopped on his back, his tail instantly pinned beneath a still-massive pair of balls. "Ugh. They're never going down, are they?"

"Not with the effects currently running. There's chaos mixed into this one."

"Don't you mean insanity?"

"No, chaos. Much different feeling when you know what you're looking at."

Engy blinked, looking up at him from his upside-down angle.

"You think this was deliberate sabotage?"

"Seems that way to me."

"But who?"

"I think our security officer might have an idea."

Draconicon turned to the elevator, and right on cue, a gray-scaled, dog-eared kobold walked in, pulling a crawling chimera along with her. The slender creature growled under her breath, but her wings were bound together, her tail was tugged up so that the fluff tickled the back of her neck, and her paws were shackled at the ankles, making her have to drag herself along. Veronica-Bold was most certainly displeased.

"Found 'em," the security chief said, thrusting the chimera forward and onto her chest. "Almost like a fucking weeping angel, this one."

"Hopping between the security cameras?"

"Yep."

"Look, I'm sorry. I thought this would be pretty harmless, dearies; all I wanted to do was take a, um, unsupervised tour, and -"

Clatter, crackle, clatter.

"Those were expensive!" the chimera shouted as Veronica tossed a bundle of gadgets onto the floor.

"And most of them weren't yours."

"...Finders-keepers..."

The black dragon shook his head. Now that he knew how they had been changed, it would be easy enough to change them back. 'Mera's way of working the world mostly involved editing the underlying code of reality, something that made everything rather unstable. It also explained why everything had been turned up to an eleven. Even for a sabotage, that was clumsy, but something exaggerated meant that it was a little easier to insert into the code, something that the other pieces could correct for without having to be so small that you had to keep an eye on it all the time.

He folded his forepaws in front of him as he looked down at the chimera. She looked back at him with a slightly nervous look in her eyes, even as she kept that cocky grin going.

"So, uh, I'm guessing I'm getting a flying lesson?" 'Mera asked.

"Nope."

"...Fuck lesson?"

"Nope."

"...I'm kinda out of ideas after that, luv."

"That's because you want to pick your punishment," the grumpy shepherd-bold grumbled.

"Well, wouldn't you? And how did you manage to resist this whole thing, anyway?" the chimera asked, looking over her shoulder. "You should have been glued to them the whole time."

"A sys-admin's always on call."

"Oh, fucking greaaaaaat. One of you."

As Veronoica-Bold's cheeks turned up with a smirk, Draconicon rolled his eyes. Not that anyone would be able to tell, as per usual. He looked down at the chimera, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

"For this, I think we're going to put you to work as a firewall."

"Heh. You think you can keep me in one of those? I'll hack my way out in seconds."

"No, no. Not making one, or secured by one. Being one."

"...What?"

"A little chaos is hard to hack, isn't it?"

"...Oh, you bastard. You ain't going to do that. You're not -"

Snapping one's fingers was a bit harder in feral form, but the black dragon had the right sort of forepaws for the job. One crack later, and 'Mera was gone, locked up in the cyber-systems of the skyscraper. A little chaos to a little chaos, a little insanity twisted into the code to keep her from just re-writing it, variables that were on a cycle and twisting so that she couldn't just brute-force it...

Yeah, that should hold her for a day or three, which for her would probably be something akin to four years in the firewall of the tower. And anything that came near? Well, he imagined that she'd be so bored that she'd go after it out of the desperate need to just have something to occupy her mind.

And if she causes trouble, I've got some of the best troubleshooters around.

Shaking his head, the black-scaled feral looked down at his security chief again. She was fidgeting ever so slightly, moving from one foot to another, and her ears were folded back, almost in annoyance.

"Something the matter?" he asked.

"Something," Veronica-Bold admitted.

"Mind telling me?"

"You're, uh, you're not planning on turning back just yet, are you?"

The security chief rubbed one arm, looking down and off to the side. The black dragon smirked slightly to himself, shaking his head. He could see where this was going, and he could see what she wanted.

"Come on."

He turned, gathering her up with his tail and flicking her onto his back. Glancing at Engy, who was slowly rolling onto his belly, he whistled to get the other dragon's attention.

"You going to be okay over there?"

"Yeah...yeah, I think so."

"Think you can get yourself back to normal?"

"I have some potions that can do the job. Might just stick with those from now on; the blaster thing was a real dud."

"Don't give up just yet, but yeah. See if you can fix yourself, and if you can, start working on the others."

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, this one didn't get a chance to do what everyone else got to do. I'm thinking I'll give her a private session."

"You don't have to do that," Veronica-Bold muttered.

"Shush, dear."

The shepherd-bold shut up, something that obviously annoyed her as she started grunting against her lips. Draconicon hid a smile. Even as disciplined as she was, she was still a kobold, and she had to obey orders like them.

He wondered if she liked that or not. He imagined that, if she did, she'd never actually tell him.

As Engy disappeared back into his penthouse, grumbling over all the potion work that would need to be done, the black dragon made his way up to his private penthouse. A few thoughts reorganized it, turning it into something more akin to a large dragon cave rather than a mere penthouse. He smiled as he watched it expand even as he tucked his head into it, sliding through the hole in the front to get to where it was more comfortable.

Settling in, he allowed the shephard-bold to hop off his back, then slowly extended one hind-leg towards her. He used his magic to shrink himself down a little bit, making sure that he was not quite so overwhelming in size. Still larger than usual as a feral, but not something that turned her into a micro.

Wiggling his scaly talons in her face, he curled one around the side of her head, pulling her nice and close.

"Now, it's your turn."

"Thank you, Master."

"Thank you," he said, closing his eyes as she set to work with talented tongue and fine fingers.

The End

Summary: The kobolds and feral dragons continue their fun apace, and they keep going for a long time. But what started this? Well, looks like it's time to find out.

Tags: M/M, M/F, F/non-binary, kobold, dragon, chimera, feral, foot fetish, paw fetish, worship, size difference, ball worship, cock worship, oral, anal, stretch, magic, corruption, play,