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Kobold Off-Duty Duties

For ~kirone

By Draconicon

Kiro's daily life had three chunks. There was the work-chunk (which had just ended), the sleep-chunk (which was to come in a few hours), but for now, there was the service-chunk, and that was where all his attention was directed.

Not that he had much choice in the matter. The collar around his neck forbade him from thinking of anything but what the captain of the Great-Ship commanded him to think about. The captain was good. The captain was kind. The captain was the one that was the master of all kobolds, and Kiro was no exception. Good thoughts and good thoughts only were allowed in his head in the presence of the captain.

The yellow-striped, gray kobold knelt with five others of different hues. Some were smaller than him, some slightly larger - only by an inch, but every inch mattered for the little guys - and the only thing that made them seem part of a group were the collars around their necks and the toe-rings that they wore around their biggest digit on each foot. The collars were marked with a holo-tag that hung down from the front, showing the crest of their Great-Ship, which was just the head of the captain.

Then again, for the kobolds, that was all they needed.

The captain's chair was empty, for now. He would be busy tending to some of the other kobolds of the crew, sending them off to their sleep-chunk before he came to them. Kiro waited patiently. It was easy to be patient, they all knew, when their minds were somewhere else, suspended, waiting, happily in stasis until they were called to be of -

The wall opened, the solidity of the steel surface broken as the dragon captain pushed his arm through it. A miracle of technology, the metal was made of billions upon billions of programmed steel particles, allowing a ship to be keyed to one dragon and one particular clan of kobolds. It allowed them to move and shift through the ship as they liked, though only at the permission of the captain.

Kiro smiled as the captain stepped into the room, the naked dragon showing off every inch of his brilliant blue-scaled form. Slender for a dragon, the winged officer made his way to the captain's chair, smiling down at them. They each received a pat on the head for their duties, and Kiro savored the touch of the hand on his scalp. The feeling of affection, brief as it was, sustained him as he waited for the order to come forward.

As the captain sat down, spreading his wings along the raised back of the chair, the kobolds looked as one to the dragon's crotch. His cock was out, slid free of a slit between his legs, and the whole shaft was wet. Probably from the spit of other kobolds, but there were streaks of white through that, too, meaning that the captain had taken his pleasure, as well. The pink-tinged shaft started to rise under the eyes of the many kobolds, and like his fellows, Kiro stared at it as his mouth slowly opened in hungering hope.

My turn with it...my turn...please...my turn...

Every member of every six-kobold squad hoped that they would be the one to touch the captain's cock directly. Every squad was given different duties every time, with the different members assigned to anything from massage to worship to dick-duty. To a one, all kobolds craved dick-duty.

After all, it was part of the mental assignments that they received every morning. The collars buzzed against their necks constantly, keeping them filled to the brim with the commands that they needed to undertake. They never knew what their duties would be until their collars updated them every morning, and each time, they hoped against hope that they would get dick-duty.

"Crew. Have you done well?" the blue dragon asked, leaning on one fist as he looked down at them.

"Yes, sir!" they all happy-hissed back, bowing to the metallic floor. "All duties accomplished, sir!"

"Very good, little ones. Very good."

Kiro shivered happily, feeling his tail go up. All of the kobolds did, of course, but he was focused on the 'reward' feeling that was already buzzing through the collar and through his body. His own dick had dropped, pushing down and along his belly the hornier that he felt. Now that the captain was there, the soft musk of a dragon was already permeating the room, and the sheer strength of it left his head spinning. He wanted to taste its source, and dreaded the idea that he might be put to massage-duty rather than one of the other, more pleasant ones.

Dick-duty, dick-duty.

He begged for it in his head, hoped against hope for the chance to get something like that. He knew that it was only a one-in-six chance for it, and that he had a better chance of getting foot-duty or butt-duty, worshiping those musky spots on the captain. Worse, he might get massage-duty, stuck with rubbing the captain's shoulders. It would still be service, and he'd still be happy to serve the dragon, but he wanted dick-duty so bad. He'd already gone seven service-chunks without getting it, and he was hungry for it, so hungry.

The six kobolds continued to bow as the dragon captain looked them over, each of them feeling his gaze through the collar as they waited for their assigned duties. Kiro did his best not to fidget, aided by the collar in stilling his muscles in proper devotion to the master of the ship. They were to wait on him, not beg, not fidget, not squirm in eagerness. He did not want that today. He wanted them to be patient.

Finally, their collars buzzed again, and Kiro gasped as his duties came through. His tail went higher and his cock got harder as he heard those beautiful words in his brain.

Dick-duty, anal-style.

"Eeeeeee!"

Kiro grinned as he was allowed to sit up again, joining his squad as they got to their feet. Even with the duty to the captain, some of the kobolds were a little less pleased than he was. There was one that was a green-blue in color that looked like his smile was plastered on his face from the collar, and that might very well have been the case. After all, none of them wanted massage-duty. They all wanted dragon musk, dragon dick, dragon body against them. They were born wanting it, and they lived their entire lives craving more than they got.

Today, however, Kiro had no sympathy. He had gone a week of service-chunks with massage-duty, and he was so self-satisfied with finally getting the lottery that he had no gentle smiles for the others today.

Suck it, suck it, I get the dick!

The kobolds approached their captain, two of them breaking off to lift up the blue dragon's feet. Taloned toes curled, and the soft musk of the soles assailed them. They moaned as one, but they were not done. Two more parted, one going to the dragon's chair, sliding under it to tend to his pucker, while the other moved to the space just between the legs, nosing against the underside of the shaft and at the balls just beneath it.

One other, the green-blue one, moved around and behind the chair, riding on an elevator to make his way to the back. He would be the one stuck on massage-duty alright, thus the reason for the sour face. But Kiro? Kiro was assigned to the best of them all.

He climbed the legs of his captain, panting already as he anticipated how this was going to feel, how it would be to serve the great and powerful captain of the Great-Ship. His breath came fast and shallow as he ascended to the blue dragon's lap, running his hands across the captain's chest, and then turning around, spreading his legs and pressing his toes against the captain's thighs.

"May I, sir?"

"Go on, crew-bold."

"Thank you, sir!"

With his tail supported by the blue dragon's muscular chest, and his legs finding firm purchase on the dragon's thighs, he was able to take that rising shaft between his cheeks with ease. He looked down at the two kobolds just under him, knowing that they were practiced in keeping their heads out of the way of what was about to happen, and grinned.

Dick-duty, start.

He ground his ass back against the shaft, feeling it sliding between his cheeks. Even a badly-endowed dragon would have felt massive to him in that moment, and their captain was anything but badly-endowed. It felt like most of a kobold arm was between his cheeks, the tip rubbing against his asshole nearly as round as his fist would have been. He moaned eagerly, reaching back to spread his cheeks, giving his captain a view of his hole.

He pushed down just a bit more firmly, feeling the wet tip against his hole. It was about to slide in, and then -

POP.

It was in. He moaned happily under his breath, the collar supplying the perfect signals to keep his cock hard, to show how happy his body was that he was following orders. With every inch that he took as he slid down, the collar buzzed more, and he felt happier, hornier, harder than ever.

"Ah...ah..."

He moaned as he finally bottomed out on the shaft, the dragon's rigid member pressed deep inside of him. The burning stretch under his tail was just as good as he remembered from his last dick-duty, and he moaned as he clenched hard around it, giving it as much pleasure as he could. Kobolds were there to serve, and the collar would have rewarded him for any service that he gave, but this was the best. Having the captain's dick in him was the very, very best.

"Mmmph...mmm..."

The kobolds moaned together as they served their captain. Licks from below, slobbers on the big dragon's feet, and him...him riding that shaft. He moaned as he slid up, feeling the slight flare to the dragon's cock scraping ever so wonderfully along his inner walls, his muscles spasming through his legs as he felt the shakes and shivers of pleasure already rising through him. The collar buzzed differently, and his cock went stiff, hard, but not cumming. No cumming. No relief until duty was done.

He was used to that, and he loved it, just like he loved his captain. Love, service, and all were part of his duties, and every kobold did their duty. Such was the life of a kobold on a Great-Ship.

"Good boy," the dragon said, and Kiro moaned as he rode that cock faster.

The End

Summary: When kobolds are the crew and the dragon is the captain, there's going to be a certain amount of sluttery going on.

Tags: M/M, mini-orgy, kobold, dragon, sci-fi, collar, mind control, anal, foot fetish, devotion, need, hunger, rimming, ball sucking, ball play, desperation,