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Another birthday, or so the calendar claimed. For a dragon, none of it really mattered that much; he would live for so long that he'd get bored regardless, eventually. Especially when he didn't even have a horde of subservient kobolds, or much of a hoard.

Drakiah left his bed and tiptoed to go look at his hoard, on that note. Like all dragons - red ones in particular - he liked simply gazing on it. He was still young, even by the standards of average species, and so he hadn't really gotten_much_ of one yet. A smattering of regular coins, some quartz crystals, a pouch of golden doubloons his otter friend had found in a shipwreck. Some old CDs too. Nobody listened to those anymore, and they looked pleasantly pearlescent in lieu of real pearls.

One day it'd be much bigger. Maybe his friends would bring him some shinies for it, since it was his birthday and all. That part, Drakiah always enjoyed. He knew his friends didn't really see it that way, but he always liked fantasizing of them being fearful nobles, bringing tribute to his draconic majesty. Not to mention the parties. Those were fun, too. There'd been that one time with the otter getting tied up and then banged by them all, in one way or another. And then that other time when Rey had gotten transformed into a very horny bimbo. They'd both recovered since then, though he would've wagered that the kitty liked putting on the transformative collar now and then, still.

Drakiah couldn't blame him. Bimbos were rather like kobolds, weren't they? Maybe a bit more giggly, with slightly less incoherent speech, and with larger breasts, but he could still appreciate the dumb happiness. That was why he was eager for a worshipful swarm of the smelly little gremlins to tend to his every need, too. He'd just need some more funds to buy more food with, to feed them all. And a bigger lair. Ah well, it all fell very squarely in the "millennial dragon problems" category. Maybe once the ancients finally died of and left the fancier lairs vacant...

Ah well. Issues for another time. A quick round of scale-polish so he'd look more appropriately majestic for his adoring friends - who, fairly enough, he adored in turn - and what else was he supposed to do? Oh, right. Food. He'd _entirely_forgotten about food. Maybe he had some kind of biscuits in the cupboard, at least. Biscuits and tea, the party food of champions-!

The doorbell rang. So much for that. Maybe they could order pizza, at least.

He barely had time to unlock the door before his friends poured in. The plain old otter, the spotty cat, the black jackal, and the perfectly regular but also very spotty hunk of a hyena who was last through the door.

"Happy birthday, mighty dragonlord," Navah greeted him with a knowing smirk. The kind of smirk that told him in no uncertain terms that they had some kind of plan for him. Something more than just the regular routine of eating cake and talking about the weather, as was about to be expected at this point.

The others provided their greetings in turn, handing him an unseen variety of presents. For Drakiah, he always imagining this part as them all offering him tribute due to his sheer draconic majesty. It wasn't, perhaps, quite like that, but what were birthdays for if not some enjoyable wish fulfilment?

Finally, after each had presented Drakiah with a little wrapped gift of their own, Whiplash and Navah went outside to pick up a last box almost as large as the otter, grunting and groaning as they carried it inside and dumped it down onto the floor. It seemed to shake a little too much before growing still. Drakiah eyed it with interest; for once, even his draconic brilliance was totally stumped as to what it might be. Perhaps an enormous plate of jam. No, that'd be way too silly.

"We all pitched in for the big one," the otter grinned. Her tail lashed excitedly behind her before thumping against the floor, too. Almost in a draconic manner.

Drakiah was going to leave the biggest present last, of course. The other ones felt light enough, but knowing his friends, he could already tell he was going to enjoy each and every one.

He began with the otter's gift. The box was very light, barely feeling like anything in his strong arms, but that probably meant whatever was inside was rather delicate. Carefully, he unwrapped it, only to be surprised as he discovered a pair of panties in the box.

"Mm... thanks?" he said, trying his best to figure out what the otter was implying.

"Oh, why don't you give them a sniff?" she grinned in turn. "You'll get what I mean!"

Oh. Of course. That was what she meant. The dragon did have a rather enormous kink for a variety of... scents, after all. Though he rarely had the opportunity to indulge this directly. Looking a little bashful, he leaned his head into the box, pressed his nose right against the soft cotton, and inhaled deeply.

The otter's scent flooded his nostrils. Somewhere between feminine musk, sweat, and... oh gods, he could feel his cock starting to swell. Her lust. The little otter must've spent quite some time rubbing herself with panties on with how her excitement had soaked into them. It was strong enough to leave Drakiah's head spinning, blood practically rushing to his cock. Thankfully he was still wearing pants. If it wasn't for that... well, they'd all seen him naked before, but it was unbecoming of a party's host to take a moment to masturbate all over himself while opening gifts.

"T-thanks," he stuttered, fumbling clumsily for the next gift in line. This one was a little heavier; maybe otter-sized. From the jackal, as evidenced by the gothic-looking black wrapping paper... or wrapping latex, almost. It was certainly shiny enough, even if a little thinner.

While his friends watched him with rapt attention, he unwrapped the box. This one, he didn't even have to lean in to smell. It was a...

"Indeed, a life-sized salazzle doll. I paid one for her scent," Navah grinned, his sharp fangs contrasting menacingly against black fur. "...you'd not believe how hard finding one of them is. At least I already knew an alchemist to distil the scent into an even more potent form..."

Drakiah could feel his thoughts slowing. The doll, though relatively simple, was practically calling his name, the strong smell absolutely intoxicating to the dragon. He forgot what he was doing entirely, drooling into the box and staring at it blankly, with the pheromones flooding his brain. It was only with the grandest feat of willpower that he managed to wrest his gaze from it and set the box aside, though no amount of willpower would make his incredibly stiff cock go any softer, not as long as that submission-inducing scent lingered in the air.

"D-dragon... open next... present?" he huffed. Jeez. He could barely find any words at all. Not only were all his motions clumsy with how aroused he was, his mind went sluggish with arousal, like he was trying to wade through a lake full of warm, sticky-

"So, Rey and me decided to go half and half on this one," Whiplash smiled. He looked as imposing as ever, the hulking brute of a hyena. Though Drakiah did have the errant feeling that he was a little smaller than he usually was, himself - a strange sensation of just... shrinking, somehow. He attributed it, mostly, to the pheromones, and how hard thinking seemed to be.

He shredded open the last box. Rey and Whiplash both watched him carefully as he picked up a life-sized mould of a cock, and one soft, fuckable-looking sleeve shaped like the kitty's rump.

"It was a two for one deal!" Rey chirped.

The hyena didn't have to point out that the dildo was modelled after his own, frankly _luscious_member. The strangest thing was that Drakiah could just about smell them both on the toys. He leaned in to lick the silicone surface, drooling again as the dildo slipped in his mouth, only for his tongue to slip into the tight pucker of the cat's replica ass.

"Did we actually... scent those?" Rey wondered.

"Nope," Whiplash replied. "I think he's just fantasizing that we did."

Sure enough, even though they toys were clean, at this point the dragon could barely even tell. He was imagining how they'd smell, how burying his nose against the hyena's heavy, pendulous balls or under the kitty's sweaty tail would feel, _gorging_on those beautiful smells, rubbing them off all over himself, tasting every bit of their flavour coating every inch of his tongue. And as he did, he kept shrinking; there was no denying it now. Gradually, the natural majesty of the dragon was melting away, leaving him looking more and more like a...

"Yep, it's working. How's that even possible?" Whiplash huffed. Biologically speaking, it shouldn't be possible for one species to transform into another, or devolve, based purely on sensory input. Then again, he'd long since given up trying to understand just how everything worked, and at least from a literary and emotional perspective, the transformation seemed to make perfect sense. What was a kobold if not a small, clumsy, smelly, dumb, and horny dragon, after all?

Sure enough, he was indeed becoming smaller. Drakiah retained his red color, but that did little to hide the fact that he was shrinking into a much more kobold-like stature, somehow spurred on by the melange of scents from his gifts, until the dragon was yapping happily. Absent-mindedly, he rubbed his long snout into the otter's panties and the salazzle toy, taking a few moments to slide his tongue all over the toys as well.

Just as he was about to tear into the biggest present with dumb excitement, the otter stopped him. "Hold on a moment," she chirped. "We have a round of some more intimate gifts, too."

Navah nudged Whiplash, and the both of them tugged their pants down at the same time, two cocks erect with anticipation springing free and immediately drawing the wide-eyed attention of the kobold. Rey followed suit only moments after. Drakiah could smell them too; not that the cat, jackal, and hyena weren't fairly clean, but their natural masculine fragrances still excited hm beyond belief.

Three erections pointed straight at him and smelling just wonderful. With an excited series of yips and yaps, he leaned in closer, wide-eyed, to admire every throbbing length.

"Don't be shy," the otter churred. "Taste them all you want."

Her own hand had slipped down between her legs to knead at her sex, quickly feeling herself grow warm, wet, and very tingly at the sight of the kobold having the time of his life. While she couldn't quite coat the kobold the way her friends were about to, she was certainly getting slimy and soaked enough to contribute her own scent to Drakiah's mind-melting olfactory feast. Of course, part of that was because she was watching all three of her friends shamelessly stroking their cocks, and for a moment, she found herself almost wishing this was her birthday.

It wasn't, though. So, she and Drakiah watched as the three teased themselves towards what'd hopefully be messy climaxes. Eventually, the otter moved, leaving just the kobold in the line of fire. Sure enough, he wasn't shy for long, stealing long and clumsy licks over the hyena's foreskin-clad glans first. Then, he moved onto the jackal's tapered shaft, catching a spurt of precum all over his snout. It didn't smell much like anything, but in this primitive state, just the idea of getting covered in lusty, wet stickiness excited him. Then, when it was Rey's turn to get sampled, the otter was already behind him, caressing the kitty's balls lovingly and encouraging him to thrust a few times into the kobold's slack mouth.

Being the least experienced of them - and probably the horniest, bar for the temporarily inconvenienced dragon - it was Whiplash who reached his climax first.

"Rrf, g-gonna-" he growled, and the kobold turned around to face him, only to be immediately rewarded by a warm rope of cum splattering over his face. And then another, this one even stronger, that warmly splashed onto his lips. Drakiah's tongue darted out with little input from his conscious mind, savouring the warm and slimy texture of it, scooping up greedy tastes of the raw, masculine flavour of sex.

Rey wasn't far behind, though his climactic moan was a fair bit more feminine. The jackal stayed silent except for a barely-audible grunt as he followed suit, both of their seed spilling all over Drakiah's form. The kobold felt almost confused, barely able to figure out which way he should be facing, but he settled for continuing to stare at the hyena - as he milked out a few more precious drops of cum - while Rey and Navah painted his chest and belly, adding their own mess to his already-coated face as well. There was just one thing missing, a spicy feminine tang from the otter, but he didn't have to wait long.

She shuddered, gritting her teeth to keep from moaning too much as the erotic display made her gush over her webbed hand. Despite the pleasure, she focused on letting as much of her creamy lust as possible pool into her palm, fingers flicking over her clit now and then to prolong her clenching orgasm as long as possible. Then, she smeared all of it over the kobold's nostrils, giving him that last bit of scent he was yearning for.

It left them all panting heavily, taking a moment to recover, while the kobold himself was nothing if not extremely energized. His small reptilian shaft was practically bouncing as he took it all in, smearing the slimy lust of his friends all over himself, wallowing in it, and yet not thinking to touch himself even briefly. Somehow, it seemed like he'd forgotten he even _could_do that in his diminished state - or perhaps he was simply a little too distracted by the messy bounty dripping all over him.

Soon, though, it was time for the biggest of the gifts, which seemed to be growing impatient, as it occasionally wiggled about, or produced a strange thump.

"Time for the big gift, I think," Navah huffed, though he made no effort to get redressed, nor did the others.

It took some effort to make Drakiah focus on anything, but eventually they managed to make him remember the biggest box, as well, and he went to work eagerly, tearing it up with his cum-soaked hands.

Out of the box sprang a kobold. A relatively thick set one, with small and stubby curved horns, with scales that seemed to shift between lilac, amethyst, and... what was that, periwinkle? The sight absolutely dazzled the newly-minted red kobold, who could only stare with slack-jawed amazement as the purple one tried to hop out of the box, only to stumble and splat wetly against the floor. Still, before he could say anything, they were already back on their feet.

"Yip-yip," they announced, practically beaming with excitement. "Kobold is birthday present! Where is dragon!"

"Oh, the dragon will be returning in a day or two," Navah grinned. "We just thought you might want to meet his other servant, um... Fire-Red!" he improvised. Of course, the jackal had made sure to collar the new kobold earlier; she - and Navah knew it was a she ­- was wearing a thick leather thing around her neck, contrasting beautifully with her almost iridescent purpleness. Rather than the more terrestrial kobolds, she had fins that looked somewhere between a coral reef and seaweed, which draped nicely over the collar too.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Whiplash reminded her.

"Oh! Yes, very yes. I am Shallow-Shore! Or Sea Moss, some may call me!" she yapped with continued excitement. "Well-trained kobold for loving dragon master!"

"That was what it said in the advertisement," the otter pointed out with a grin. "Now, this is a female kobold, Fire-Red," she added, following the jackal's quickly invented name for Drakiah as a kobold.

That was enough to really perk "Fire-Red's" interest. He practically sprang up to investigate his new playmate. Yet he barely even managed to get close before her scent filled his nostrils. Shallow-Shore smelled like seaweed washed up on a sun-baked sea shore, with a rich undertone of fish and brine. Yet even with that plethora of pleasant scents, it wasn't enough to conceal an unmistakably feminine musk-scent, one that promised so much in just a quick sniff, almost tickling Drakiah's nose as he breathed. His eyes watered, and it felt like the best thing ever.

"We figured you'd need some quick training, Fire-Red," Navah grinned.

"Not yet, though..." the otter murmured. "There are several parts to a proper kobold mating," she continued, practically chittering with excitement about how naughty this was going to get.

"Yip-yip! Kobolds want to hump!" Fire-Red announced. He'd already been stiff from the coating he'd gotten, but the prospect of getting to mate - somehow - with this curvy beauty of a kobold had him hard as diamond. The fact that he could_smell_ Shallow-Shore's arousal but she wasn't swelling in turn was absolutely mystifying to him. Then again, it was only natural; even as a dragon, he'd never really gotten to play with women other than the otter, and even then it wasn't really a full mating. "How... kobold do?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked. Ahem, I think I'll need my best kobold voice for this," the otter huffed. She swatted Sea Moss on her surprisingly perky rump. "First, lady-kobold present self!" she squeaked, mimicking the kobolds' own butchered grammar. "Present leaky slit to male-bold!"

It took until that second part for Shallow-Shore to figure out what she was supposed to present, and at the same time, Drakiah was bouncing about excitedly, evidently having entirely forgotten that he was a dragon who'd had plenty of experience with these things before.

"Um... why?" she asked, her eyes darting to that swollen kobold-cock. She'd never done anything like that before either, of course. Then again, it all came very easily to a kobold. The handsome male being covered in sticky stuff that smelled just amazing to her didn't hurt, either, and soon she could feel her excitement - even though she didn't really know why - running down her legs just watching the former dragon. "And how?"

"Well," the otter cleared her throat. "Male kobold insert slimy stick in slit, make feel very good! Both make feel very good," she tried. "Lady kobold lay on back and spread legs!"

"Well, they're both getting pretty drippy. Good thing it's not my apartment this time," she added, turning towards the cat, jackal, and hyena. "Then again, I don't think he'll mind it being a bit sticky here and there..."

Shallow-Shore flopped onto her back, spreading her legs as wide as she possibly could, while angling herself so her tingly sex was in plain view of the other kobold. Drakiah, of course, stared eagerly. It looked just like his own slit, except there was no cock protruding from it.

"See? Slit drooling means hungry! Hungry for eggs! Male kobold put eggs in and feel sticky-good!" the otter chirped. "Insert big feel-good stick!"

Drakiah scrambled to position himself between Shallow-Shore's thick thighs and started humping right away, unable to resist her intoxicating scent... or the variety of others that were clinging to him, by now. In his clumsy, lusty frenzy though, his cock only ended up jabbing at the female's thighs and belly.

"Kobold must aim!" the otter chided him. "Aim cock for wettest little bit!" she tried, but Drakiah barely heard anything she said, as distracted as he was by trying to reach that promised pleasure right now. It wasn't until she, with a grumble, grabbed his cock and jammed it right against Shallow-Shore's sodden entrance that he managed to sink inside.

That sensation made his eyes widen. Not only was she drenched; she was warm, too, and so very tight. The pleasure shot up his spine and erupted through his mouth in a series of feverish, needy yips and yaps.

"Y-yes! Kobold feel very good! Kobold will hump all day!" he barked, hips already moving at a breakneck pace, pistoning into the moaning purple female with reckless abandon.

"But kobold not just hump female, kobold get humped by male too!" Rey announced, doing his best to imitate how the kobolds talked too. He tiptoed over to the mating pair. "Yes? Hyena hump! Very important, make kobold feel even more very good! Jackal hump too, for taste!"

Rey broke down giggling. Then he giggled even more when Fire-Red agreed that it sounded like a great idea.

"Yes! Big hyena hump kobold!" he squeaked, snarling and yapping in a way that could best be described as very cute as he pounded into the equally squirmy and excited Shallow-Shore's swampy pussy. He couldn't believe how good her warm, slick walls felt around him, nor how wonderful the sloppy wetness felt each time he thrust in. It even sounded delicious!

"Well, when in Rome..." the hyena rumbled. He'd never say no to sliding his cock into a friend, even if they were a little dumber than usual, and the show had gotten him rather stiff again. He moved behind Drakiah and hoisted the little kobold's tail up onto his shoulder. Drakiah moaned encouragingly, instinctually knowing just about what worked. After all, all kobolds were born to serve.

Whiplash rubbed his swollen cockhead against Drakiah's puffy pucker for a moment, before deciding to reach down and scoop up a good handful of his own cum that still clung to the kobold's face, and smearing it over his throbbing cock to act as lube. Then, with a gentle thrust of his massive muscled hips, he was surprised to find the kobold accepting his girth easily, just tight enough to push his foreskin back as his glans popped into his clutching body.

"Yes! Both kobold make happy eggs," Shallow-Shore groaned, feeling Fire-Red shiver as the hyena mounted him in turn. The audience seemed to like the idea, too, so she clenched a little harder around the red kobold's cock to make him moan.

Not that Drakiah needed much encouragement to moan. He was coated in wonderful scents, thrusting into something even more wonderfully tight, and the hyena's cock sliding inexorably deeper into his ass seemed to heighten all those other_sensations into a barely-coherent gooey mess of thought. In fact, he was starting to feel _really good, a strange bubbling sensation that felt a little like trying to think way too hard slowly growing in his loins. His balls felt so tight, like they were about to burst, and each motion of his hips made it grow even more.

"Um- kobold feel very good..." he moaned, interrupted by a loud and needy moan as the hyena's cock bumped over his prostate. "What... kobold do?"

"Kobold keep going!" Rey smiled. "Big dumb happy kobold keep humping, and soon kobold feel extra good and sticky!"

The otter couldn't help but snug the cat from behind, amused as she was about his sudden engagement. What else would one expect, though? Rey was always cheered up by making others feel good, even when he wasn't a curvy bimbo, himself.

So with all of that going on, he kept thrusting even faster, at an almost feral pace, and that amazing feeling of pressure grew rapidly, leaving him clenching tightly around the hyena's cock just like Shallow-Shore was clenching around him. Soon enough, just as Rey had promised, it started to feel really good, his already dim mind narrowing down into pinprick focus around the white-hot and glowing pleasure surrounding his cock and radiating from his stretched ass. He had no idea what to expect, so sure enough he was caught by surprise as the pleasure suddenly reached a peak, an almost ecstatic spasm surging through him as his cock jerked and bucked inside Shallow-Shore's sopping wet sex. He could _feel_his cum rushing up his shaft, and beyond just the pleasure, he was also getting even more excited by knowing that he'd leave his own slimy mess inside the female! His instincts told him to pump it as deep as possible, and he was quite powerless to resist, so sure enough, he thrust as deep into the wonderful sensations as he could and then held himself there, the only motion coming from the hyena's slow, rhythmic thrusts.

Shallow-Shore moaned too. Her eyes went wide as she felt the first spurt of wet heat blossom inside her. It was the first time anyone had done that to her, and she immediately knew she wanted to feel it more! Though naturally wet, there was just something so wonderfully satisfying about being made even more so. So, she hugged the handsome male kobold tightly to herself to stop him from pulling out, or any other silly ideas like that, until all that tickling heat had been well and truly spent inside her, only to giggle as she felt the overflow leak out of her down between her cheeks.

And Fire-Red hadn't even gone soft! He looked exhausted, but his amazing cock stayed hard as rock! He seemed very eager to fill her with eggs! Eggs would be cute, anyhow.

The otter, meanwhile, was pumping at Rey's cock, slowly coaxing it back to hardness. It didn't take too much effort; the cat almost seemed to get a little excited by public displays of lust like this, and soon his shaft was obediently swelling into the otter's webbed hand. She then guided it towards Drakiah's gaping mouth.

"I think he could do with a drink for the next round," she murmured, giving the cat a little nudge. But before he actually managed to step forward, the kobold instead leaned forward hungrily, wrapping his long tongue around the kitty's glans. That immediately made Rey moan, his hips bucking on their own accord, and thrusting his once again excited cock deep into the kobold's eager mouth.

"There!" the otter exclaimed. "That's the ideal kobold mating! Um... very happy kobold, yes?"

Drakiah - or Fire-Red, there was barely any distinction at this point - could reply only with a muffled, but very happy moan around Rey's cock. The hyena was still hammering into him tirelessly, and each of his heavy thrusts sent his cock grinding against Shallow-Shore's soaked inner walls. The feline cock buried in his muzzle felt just as good, of course. He was, practically, in heaven.

Next to the hyena, Navah was already stroking his hardening shaft too, anticipating that he'd be taking a turn. It was a bit of a shame, he figured, that he hadn't brought a kobold-sized collar for Fire-Red too, but it was simply too hard to estimate how big - or rather, small - the dragon would end up. Ah, well; at least he could still leave some kind of mark on his submissive body.

Soon enough, Whiplash groaned. His girth pulsated inside Drakiah's body, before jerking hard, straining, and then shooting out a rope of heated, sticky seed as deep into the kobold as he could force himself. He gave the little lizard every drop he had, making sure to let his clenching pucker draw it all out. And then, Navah took his place the moment he pulled out, Whiplash's softening cock followed by a gush of cum that made it effortless for Navah's canine shaft to slide inside. He wasn't quite loose enough to knot-fuck... but that was just as well, really. At least he could feel him clamp down around it.

The otter circled the three, while Whiplash slumped down onto a sofa to catch his breath. Her eyes were drawn, in particular, to the deluge of cum oozing out of the kobold's ass, down his messy balls and shaft, only for some of it to end up inside Shallow-Shore instead. Not much; she'd still almost certainly end up with purebred kobold eggs, but the stringy, sloppy mess was still a sight to behold, and they weren't even done yet.

For Drakiah, though, it was all a slimy, ecstatic mess. He had lost track of time a while ago, lost in a sea of scents and sensations. At some point, he felt Rey cum into his mouth, and he swallowed that masculine bounty eagerly, tempted only briefly to let every glob linger on his tongue. Every warm throb was _beautiful,_and the flavour even more so, and he kept sucking until nothing remained. Rey joined the hyena on the couch to relax and watch the proceedings. The jackal's knot, too, swelled inside him at some point and even more wet heat flushed into him in powerful spurts. And he, himself, came again, filling his female partner once more before collapsing on top of her, tied to the jackal even as her swampy slit squeezed and milked him dry.

"Well, that was quite the show. I think he got more than I did, back in April!" the otter giggled. Indeed, at that point, the floor was so messy that her paws stuck to it with each step. The smell of sex, both male and female, lingered thick in the air, and it'd smell even worse tomorrow. Not to mention the kobolds, so coated with cum that they looked like they'd been stuck in a blizzard. She penned a quick note while the others rested, for Drakiah to find in the morning when he'd probably transform back; he could keep Shallow-Shore as a pet, if he wanted.

Though then again, maybe she wasn't done quite yet. Mm-hm. She did feel a little wet and needy herself. A quick orgasm or two to round off the evening would surely do wonders. The otter wandered over to the kobolds and planted her rump flush against Shallow-Shore's snout, legs spread just enough by her squatting to let Drakiah get to work pleasuring - and cleaning up - her own juices. A job that the kobold accepted with yipping, if a little exhausted, glee. She moaned as both of their tongues thrust into her.

This party wasn't quite over yet.