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Karra places her newly acquired wealth on her vanity and reaches into her drawer to grab a few things for a quick bath. Sitting there, though, is her small chime. She gasps at the sight and snatches it up. "Oh, mah stars!" she shouts, looking over the device. "Thank goodness ah didn't lose you, little one."

The tiny device in her hand clicks, and the bell rings. The relief that fills the snake kobold's face instantly drops to a deep-seated terror. She pockets the little charm and quickly goes through her other drawers. "Dagnabbit, where are you?" She curses to herself as she tosses dresses and frilly underthings aside. Soon enough, though, she finds what she's looking for, though relief does not come. Her container is empty, save for a crusty crimson film. Her needle is in a similar state. "No, no, no, not now. Ah can't be out now!" This is an emergency, one that she needs to rectify right away. She reaches for one of her lowest drawers and slips out a pair of gray slacks and a shirt. For example, when she usually does not wear these clothes, she slides open her window and climbs out the door. However, This time, she has a bag of gems ready to restore her supply.

The late afternoon wanes on as she makes her way out. This damnable affliction shattered her evening of relaxation before a night of work. Yet, there's nothing she can do about it. Nothing, that is, besides seeing a man about a particular substance.

She arrives at the old apothecary's shop, where the charming old man behind the counter greets everyone with a smile and a wave. But as she approaches, she places a coin down and asks. "Ah need somethin' from the back fer some sensitive matters."

"That could take awhile, little lady. Wait right here a spell."

"Ah'm find standin', thank you very much!"

The man winks and takes the coin, humming as he travels to the storage.

Karra looks over her shoulder, and standing there, dressed in a faceless mask, is the short individual, perhaps a halfling or a gnome, with potions, vials, beakers, and the like draped over belts. "So, out of your special ingredient again, Miss?" the mysterious vendor asks, a slight chuckle in its voice. "You're going through more of the supply than usual. I wasn't expecting you for another week."

"J... just give me the stuff," she says, clutching her coin purse. "Ah can pay you this time."

"Hm... yes, you seem to be in a much better financial situation, but... my suppliers aren't happy with your haphazard use of such a vital fluid."

She grits her teeth. "What do yew want?"

"That's a good girl," the vendor replies. "Just a little favor. Of course, I'll accept some of that payday you have there as collateral, and I'll even be gracious enough to give you enough supply for tonight. But you'll be getting a client tonight. Sneak some of this into their libation while they are talking with you. Mind the side effects, though, it tends to make its victims rather... frisky."

Karra gasps and then leans in, hissing. "You want me to poison someone?"

"Oh, please, I know you're not an assassin, Karra. It's a little something to make them loosen their tongue a little, and it's not that you won't appreciate that. I suppose the longer a client talks, the less they use you as their carnal dumping ground."

Karra scratches hastily at her arm. "A... Ah'll do it. Jess give me the stuff!"

Karra enters through the double doors of the establishment, dressed in the drab clothes afforded to her by the "generous" people at the Sheriff's office. The smell of alcohol that drenches the overly large shirt doesn't bother her. What does is the shame of being left with nothing while she treks back to her place of business.

Ignoring all the disinterested looks, she slides over to the bar, where the bartender, Greg, works. The half-giant approached her, placing a glass of her favorite drink down on the bar in front of her with a gruff "here."

She sighs and takes the glass, swishing it as she looks wistfully towards it. "Yeah, it's been a few days, but ah already miss her. Think maybe ah should've gone and left with her?"

Greg shrugs and flexes his arm, pointing to it and then motioning throughout the room.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You gave up yer old life to settle down here, but..." she shrugs. "I reckon I just am a bit more of a dreamer than ah thought ah was, is all."

He knocks on the bar and frowns.

"Aw, shucks, Greg, ah ain't upset at ya fer catchin' everyone in the act. You were just doin' yer job. Either it was me or you, and we all know you can be replaced. There are a lot more bartenders who can crack some skulls than an exotic beauty like mahself. Still... you did yer job, and I was doin' something on the side. Ah took the head a few days, pleasured a couple boys, and batted mah eyelashes, and ah'm ready to get back in the saddle."

He grunts at that and shakes his head.

"Ah know ah'm not too happy 'round here, but ah can't just up and leave. Ah'm not some wizard. Ah don't have enough money. Hell, I gotta work off the debts for the missin' work days ah caused the boss."

Greg holds up his finger and dips down under the table. Karra curiously leans forward, watching for any sign of what he was doing, when he stands back up, carrying a little box with the insignia of his old circus written upon it. He opens it up, showing her glimmering gems and a pile of copper and silver pieces.

"Aw, shucks, Greg, you can't do that. You've been savin' up that money and-"

He places his mouth to his lip and smiles, handing her the chest.

Tentatively, she takes it, quickly closing it and stuffing it under her arm. "A... Ah need to think about this. It's all a lot, and ah don't know really if'n ah wanna go. So... for now, ah guess ah'll be in my room ifn' you need me."

He nods, and she slithers past the bar up to her chambers, where she can think privately.

"The gold, first," the vendor says, holding a gloved hand.

Karra grumbles, pulling out a few gems and dropping them into the vendor's grasp. "No tricks. After all, Ah'm useful to you."

"Tonight, we'll be able to prove this is true," the vendor says, pulling out two vials. One, a deep crimson color, makes her heart beat quickly. The other is a tiny dropper of a bright green liquid.

"Oh, feel free to experiment with it," the vendor adds. The more you want, the more I'll have to sell you."

Karra snatches the two concoctions, shuddering as the Faustian pact envelops her soul. But she snaps out of it when the door behind her closes.

"Here you go, little lady," the apothecary says. "Just be careful, now. Take this too late, and you'll have more than rotten eggs."

"Thanks," she says, taking the medicine and scurrying back to her room.

Back there, she sits on her bed, sighing as she looks at the vial of green liquid. Whatever it is, she'll have time to figure it out later. Now, though, it is for the most important thing... the blood.

She takes her needle and extracts some of the life fluid from its case. Since it is only a day's dosage, she puts the whole thing into the syringe and rolls up her sleeve. Pressing it into her vein, the kobold sighs, feeling the liquid work its way within her.

She falls back onto her bed, feeling lethargic after the past week's commotion. This morning, her only concern was getting back to work. Now, the mysterious supplier of dragon blood has decided to tighten the leash around her throat. Whether it be because of some sense of nostalgia or from her steady employment here, or even now a tie to this one source of the life-saving drug that flows through her veins, one ineffable truth comes up to her mind, sending tears to her eyes, and that truth is the simple fact that "No matter what ah do, ah'm going to be stuck here, one way or another."

Karra stares at the small green dropper that her supplier has given her. "So, this is what I've become, is it?" she asks, her breath coming out heavy. Sure, she had gotten herself dressed up and ready for her evening of work. The prostitute had never done anything like this before. Despite the degeneracy of her job, there is a sense of trust between a working gal and her clients. They pay for an excellent service to wind down from a long day's work and drop off their troubles when they don't have anyone else to talk to. Plenty of men pour out their hearts before her as she pleasures their flesh, but never did she once think to tell anyone what was said in the bedroom--let alone drug their drink to coerce them to say more.

She looks at the empty vial of dragon's blood, her hand shaking despite injecting a negligible amount into her body. It's as if her veins are already anticipating a time when they cannot drink the sweet life force from the wyrm's body. She shudders, closing her eyes and banging the back of her head against the door. "Damnation," she sighs. "Why am I even considering this? Why can't I just be a good little slut and just please my guests without betraying their trust?"

She runs her finger over the dropper. What was it that the supplier had told her? Was she free to try it out herself? Maybe... maybe she could give it a shot? If she puts herself in the same situation as the person she is drugging, would it be nearly as bad as if she did it just to the customer?"

She falls to her knees, licking her lips as she runs her thumb over the glass, dropping the vial of used-up dragon's blood and letting it roll along the floor. After all, she isn't really a good girl. No, she can't be. Not when she's tied to this town. Not when her father damned her with this curse, tying her to a dragon and its blood. Not when she's contemplating this. A good, moral girl would never sell out her customers. A good, moral girl would never sell her body. A good, moral girl would chase her dreams instead of chasing the next dick and the next payday.

Perhaps, then, Karra isn't a good, moral girl? Maybe she is the degenerate lizard that the locals see her as--that exotic piece of ass that everyone wants to fuck. No one wants to talk about it afterward? What does she owe the men of the town? Can she even think of any single one she can consider a friend? Are there any in this tiny backwater place that really, honestly, give a damn about her and wouldn't sell her out the moment they got the chance? She smiles as she looks at the dropper and twists the top slowly and gently.

Someone knocks on the door, making her gasp and pocket the container. "W... who is it?"

"Karra, it's me," the softly sibilant voice of her friend and coworker reaches past the door. "Greg says you're out of the pokey. I thought I'd see how you are."

She sighs as she knocks the back of her head against the door. "Uh... okay, just... just wait a moment," she says, taking a deep breath and composing herself. What was she thinking? Would she even actually try such a thing? She opens the door and puts on a happy face. "Hey, Shug! Come on in."

Sugar stands before her. The male Raifyre has scales as white as the confection he's named after. Being a fellow 'worker' of the brothel, he often shows his wares with the lack of a top and tight leggings that hug his form. He walks past her, glancing through the room with a smirk. "So, Deputy Jones, eh? You're lucky the sheriff put the cute one in charge of the cell."

"Oh, shut up, Shug!" Karra gasps, grasping her tail. "I was only tryin' ta help my friend out. But don't feel jealous. You really weren't missin' much."

"Alas," the male says, hopping onto her bed. He crosses one leg over the other, running his fingers over the mattress. "Golly. Since you weren't here all week, this bed is much cleaner than mine."

"Never thought you'd be interested in my bed, Shug."

"Never, ever," he says, fluttering his eyes and flashing her a seductive, sharp-toothed grin. "Yours is much too soft. I like mine hard."

She giggles. "It's only been a few days, and I missed you, " she says.

"Same here," he says, flicking his tail. "And I'm worried about you."

She glances towards her bed, where the dried dragon blood vial disappears. "No need to," she says. "It wasn't my first time locked up."

He brushes his fingers under his chin, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, we're not going to have much time to catch up and fool around, not that we would fool around, of course."

"Aw, shucks. I'm all disappointed. But what's up? Got some news?"

"Let's just say a caravan's coming in, and you know how lusty those men can be." With that, he lets his tongue slither out, his body shuddering.

"Your scales certainly seem extra shiny today."

"Can't be dusty for the more curious men out there," he admits. But this caravan has a very special passenger or the scouts say."

Karra's heart drops. "Ah... w-who, exactly."

"Don't know," he says, hopping off her bed and walking past her, his tail brushing along her leg as he passes. "But I thought you'd like to know because my sources say that whoever it is, they're rich and influential. Who knows, perhaps your prince charming has finally come to whisk you away... unless you want him to whisk me away. I certainly wouldn't mind that."

Karra chuckles as he passes by, only to grab his leg and narrow her eyes. "Anyone gonna get whisked, it'll be me," she says. "So, don't you worry about that?"

"That," he hisses, "we shall see."

With that, he heads out the door to start his shift. That means hers has begun, so she needs to be presentable quickly. After a quick wash-up and a look in her mirror, she is back to her own business.

And business is booming. Many men--and at least a couple ladies--want a taste of her body. Perhaps, it was the lack of a good female Raifyre here. Only a few of the men have a taste for Sugar, and a couple get mad when they take him, thinking he's one of the females. Even though business is ripe, her mind isn't in her work. She may be feeling hands over scales, taste slits with her tongue, and have her own filled with many a husband's cock, but she just isn't into it. All of her thoughts focus on the coming caravan.

After a weepy sort, she looks out the window for a minute to catch her breath, only to see the signs of the newcomers making their way to the brothel. Out from the grandest carriages comes an immaculately-dressed figure, a tall, straight-backed reptile, no, dragon! Dragonkin! His claws wrap around a cane, and he looks up, eyes locking onto her. She puts on her best "yoo hoo!" and whistles, pulling herself back into the window. Damn... the supplier never said anything about the target being a dragon. She slips on the rest of her dress quickly and reaches into her pocket, producing the small dropper. This is it--the moment of truth. It could make a good first impression.

The dragon man steps into the saloon and brothel, taking a deep whiff of the air. He sighs, shuddering as he picks up his cane and hands it over to one of his serving boys, a relatively thin and groomed rabbit.

The Dragonkin makes his way to the bar, where he sits by Greg and knocks on the wood. "Dragon's Brew, and make it extra strong. I've had a long trip and a longer business transaction."

Greg grunts and nods, getting the booze necessary for the concoction. Meanwhile, Karra slides up on the stool next to the dragon, fluttering her eyes and leaning against the bar. But, when she opens her mouth, Sugar's voice speaks up.

"That's an interesting choice, stranger," the male says, his tail swaying playfully, nearly touching the dragon's.

The guest smirks as he leans in. "And you're an interesting creature. Raifyre, am I correct?"

"That's right!" Karra says, turning the Dragonkin's attention to her. "But he's just your standard package. You want someone who knows a really good time. I know certain herbs and other things to spice things up."

"Is that so?" He says, stroking his chin.

"Ah, well, why soil the true experience with drugs, big guy. Surely, you want to take the tight slit of a sultry snake while you're in your right mind."

Karra snaps back. "A man like our guest here must appreciate the finer things only a woman can do."

"Takes a man to know how to please a man." Sugar counters.

"Tell me when you find a real one," Karra says. "Until then, I can have you squealing all night, honey."

"Mmm, but it's Sugar who likes to Squeal," Sugar admits

"But Karra is the most popular girl here!" Karra says.

"I'm much more economical!" says Sugar.

"I'll blow your load and your mind!" says Karra.

"I'll throw in a blowjob, free of charge!" says Sugar.

"Slut" say Karra.

"Whore" says Sugar.

The two start growling, standing before the dragonkin with their heads butting. In her desire to get this man into her bed, she was blinded and now mere moments away from a throwdown.

The dragon sips his drink and sighs, swirling it around in his hand. "Seems like there's only one way to settle this little dispute. I think it's best if you follow me to my carriage. Then, we can figure out the best lay in town."

Karra frowns but looks over at Sugar, who sticks out his tongue and folds his arms over his chest.

"Fine by me!" she says.

"Fair enough," Sugar says. "Ain't never lay with no lady before, though."

"Oh, I'm sure there's a first time for everything," the dragon-kin says, hopping off his seat and placing his hands on their heads. "Now, let's go out. I have so many things I wish to see from you both."

They soon find their way outside to the dragonkin's carriage. The rabbit driver hops up to the side and opens the door for them, and as they step through, Karra can't help but gasp.

Cool air hits her scales as they enter a luxurious palatial room with many soft pillows and a case of liquors. The dragonkin steps to the other side of the large room, removing his hat and hanging it on a coat rack. "You like? A carriage like this is quite luxurious. I only bring the best girls and boys that money can offer here. Hopefully, you are worth the money I pay for you tonight because we'll make a full night out of it!"

Sugar's tongue flickers in delight at the spacious quarters. "Oh, Mr. Dragonkin, you have such a lovely caravan. Why would you ever want to leave it?"

Their client squeezes the shoulders of both Raifyres and takes a deep breath. "I have a business, and I hate to travel. Bringing a bit of home with me is the best way to keep myself from being homesick."

"Oh, sir, but surely you enjoy some things about the... exotic world around you..." Sugar's tail brushes up along the back of the dragonkin's slacks. Already, the man stiffens up as if primed to pounce. His grip on Karra loosens slightly as he pulls the male in.

It's a good distraction for her cause, but she can't leave yet. Instead, she helps things along, moving her hands around the dragonkin's belt and undoing loops.

"Oh, I do love it," the Dragonkin says. "That's why I brought you here..." he moves his hand down, petting from Sugar's chin and over his collar. "You are quite the specimen... you both are. I've never seen a kobold with scales as white as yours."

Sugar stands on the tips of his claws, his hands moving up, unbuttoning the client's shirt from the bottom up. "And you're the most exotic client I've had. I'm used to so many gruff and ugly men. Yours is the first I'd ride for pleasure."

"I wouldn't deny you a fair compensation," the dragon chuckles, moving his hand off of Karra and gripping Sugar by the butt, lifting him up.

Sugar wraps his arms and legs around the client, his tail coiling around the man's arms. The two draconic men nuzzle one another as the dragonkin stands in his underthings.

Karra, now free from the touch, slips off, holding her breath as she approaches the kitchen and bar. At least she can slip the vial into the drink quickly, right? She can only hope.

She pours a drink for her host, not even knowing what it is. As she reaches for her dropper, she pauses. What if they catch her doing this? No, she has to pocket it and put it in secretly. She takes the glass and glances around. There's a small closet. There, she can do the deed in secret.

There was a loud thump, and the dragonkin pinned Sugar down on the bed, his tongue rolling out and licking the freshly cleaned scales, getting only a taste of the raifyre's natural body. Sugar leans back, feeling the warmth of the dragonkin's shaft at his trousers, but the dragonkin is not satisfied. He grabs Sugar's pants and pulls them down, exposing his smaller length.

The dragonkin wraps his fingers around Sugar's length and his own shaft, stroking along them both. "Oh, yes, you are an exquisite beast," he grunts, smokes from his nostrils.

"Oh, you flatter me, great dragon!" Sugar teases.

"Please," he grunts, stroking along both lengths, "I am only admiring your wonderful body. Let me see how much further I can take my admiration!" he lets go, letting the pre ooze off of both of their tips before he grabs Sugar by the ankles and lifts him up, having his shoulders hit the bed. The dragonkin lets his tongue hang, his spit falling onto Sugar's tail hole. This prized puckered star is the crown jewel of all who would want to flirt on the side of sodomy, and this dragon seems to be intimately familiar with it. The dragonkin runs his fingers over the raifyre's cheeks, rubbing the lubricant over the hole. Even diluted by his non-dragon heritage, the dragon's saliva already does its job, making the kobold creature much more receptive to the feelings.

Sugar holds onto the dragon with his tail around his host's knees. The dragonkin runs his large red cock down over Sugar's taint, and he grunts, pushing it against his star.

Sugar gasps, his eyes rolling back. He had thought he would need to do more for the customer, but it seems the dragon was ready to take him on right then and there. With his feverish grunting, the dragonkin spreads him open, leaving Sugar to sit and take in the feelings, his cock oozing onto his stomach as his vision blurs. But even in the swirl of ecstasy, Sugar notices something odd.

Where's Karra?

He glances around as much as he can, but he can't very well look for her with a giant cock bulging his stomach. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as clawed hands run all over his scales, taking him possessively as his mind floods with the sheer joy of his work and the confusion of his friend's odd behavior.

His voice is broken into pants when he cries out, "Ah, ah, w... we... where?"

The dragonkin doesn't heed him and just keeps going. His own eyes are closed, and the room begins to get hazy from the smoke billowing from his mouth and nostrils.

"Where is K-Karra!?" The consort finally gasps out, his release coming soon, his body betraying his concern for his friend as spurts of cum shoot up and onto his shiny scales.

The dragonkin hears that and yanks himself out, the bordello boy falling to the mattress. The dragonkin's ejaculation already begins, shooting off onto him and all over the mattress, leaving Sugar a sticky mess.

He takes a moment to compose himself, running his hands over his head as he glances at the glistening stains over the pure white body of his partner. Once entirely out of the afterglow, he cries, "Karra? Where are you, girl? What are you doing?"

Inside the closet, Karra is carefully trying to apply the drop. Her heart thumps rapidly in her chest as a shadow looms over the slits of the closet door. Then, the door flies open, and light bursts forth, only covered by the shadowed form of the dragonkin, his teeth showing as he growls, his eyes upon the dropper. "You have a lot of explaining to do..."