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Changing Stature by: Theo Winters

Written for Sovandar

Galdek climbed up over the last of the boulders on the side of the mountain, the sun pounding down on the dark green skin of his scared back. The Orc grunted, pulling at the leather belt around his chest as it chafed across his skin, the large sword rocking against his leg. It had been a long climb, nearly six hours, but he was sure it would be worth it.

He pulled the water skin from his belt, taking a few quick gulps from it, some of the water rolling from his thick lips and over the black hair of his beard. Whipping his face clean he put the bottle away and turning his attention to the large cave on the side of the mountain. He could hear the sound of something inside, the air was moving like the cave itself was breathing, the air moist against his skin.

The big man smirked and started into the cave, hearing the sound of the breathing growing stronger with each step that he took. The light slowly faded as he moved deeper into the cave, nearly vanishing as he went around the bend. It wasn't as dark as he had feared, a small amount of light glittering in the distance, enticing the large barbarian forward.

He moved on, walking with long confident strides, his boots crutching along the rough stone floor. A part of him wondered when the occupant of the cave would confront him; he was hardly being stealthily, that simply wasn't in his nature. He kept walking onwards, starting to hear the sounds of scrapping in the tunnel next to him, but he couldn't see anything in the dim light.

Galdek finally came out of the passage into a much larger room. Torches lined the lower parts of the walls, the flickering flames making the whole room shift with light and shadows. In the very center of the room was a huge pile of gems and coins. It arched high above him, nearly reaching the dark stone roof of the cave.

The barbarian stopped and in front of the huge hoard, looking up at it and snorted though his pig like nose, his heavy ears pressing back into his thick hair. "Impressive," he said, the words having a slight lips from his protruding tusk like fangs.

"Yes, I happen to think so," a voice said from behind his back, it was deep, the base of it rolling through the stone of the floor and up through his boots. A moment later he felt a hot breath rolling down his back, making the skin prickle.

Slowly the orc turned around, his black eyes looking up at the large red dragon filling the tunnel behind him. The big dragon had a smirk on his face, pulling his lips back over some very sharp and pointed teeth.

"I do not take kindly to thieves coming into my home, my hoard is not for you to take or sell," the big male said, taking a few more steps into the cave, his large body filling the passage and blocking any way out of the cave. He gave the orc a long look, snorting a bit.

"I am not a thief," Galdek replied, crossing his arms over his chest and daring the dragon to prove him wrong.

The dragon cocked his head a bit, his long horns nearly scraping the wall as he peered at the orc. "Then why have you trespassed in my home?"

At this the large barbarian seemed to wilt slightly, "I... I need to talk with you. I was told that you are a strong sorcerer."

"Indeed I am," the dragon replied, moving walking into the cave, his large wings pulled tightly against his flank, his red scales glittering in the torchlight. He never took his eyes off the orc.

"Then I need to talk with you," he repeated, his eyes casting down to look at his loin cloth and muscular legs.

The dragon wound his way around the horde, rubbing his smooth belly up against the gold and jewels. "I find this fascinating, why would such a powerful male like you wish to see me, it seems like you have no need of it. What is it that you wish to speak to me about?" he said, the tip of his tail flicking up against Galdek's leg.

He nodded, shivering at the touch. The dragon's skin was hot, even to him. "I was on a job, I tried to climb a wall but I started to fly. The mage said it wasn't magic like he did, that it was part of myself," he said, grunting a bit in annoyance, magic was not something he ever claimed to understand, and it always made him feel odd to be around it.

"So you wish for me to confirm that you are indeed a sorcerer?" the dragon asked, leaning in a bit more, his tail flicking up against the orc's leg, stroking it slowly higher.

Galdek took a step away from the dragon's tail, his ears pressing back in annoyance, "and to teach me how to hide this power."

"Hide it? Why would you wish to do that?"

He snorted between his tusks. "I don't enjoy the idea of magic, it's to impractical."

"Really?" the dragon asked, sounding slightly amused.

The orc nodded, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I trust my sword, I trust my muscles. I do not trust magic."

Slowly the dragon's lip pulled up into a thin smile, hints of teeth peeking out from under his lips. "That is too bad, magic a wonderful and powerful tool. Still if that is what you wish..." he said, prompting for a name.

"I am Galdek," he said, snorting though his thick nostrils, his ears pressing back.

"Windrider," the dragon replied, fluttering out his wings again and flicking his tail closer to the orc.

He took another step back, slightly worried but what the large dragon was trying to do with his tail. Pulling his hand away from the hilt of his sword he looked up at the dragon. "How do we do this?"

"I must cast a spell to determine if you truly are a sorcerer, but it might be disconcerting for you," the big dragon said. "You will need to prepare yourself, and I recommend you remove anything you don't wish to risked."

Galdek narrowed his black eyes as he glared at the dragon. "What?"

The red dragon made a little motion with his hand, his smile starting to show in his eyes, just a hint of light glowing inside of them. "Remove anything that you do not wish to risk damaging by the spell. It will insure that it remains safe."

"Fine," he growled, reaching down and undoing the buckle on the thick leather belt that held his sword in place. He hated the feeling of the familiar weight falling from his side, but the sword had been in his clan for generations, it would be wrong to risk damaging it. Pulling the sheathed sword away from his hip, he took a few steps back and set it on the stone.

After that he started to undo the thick laces on the underside of his bracers, allowing the heavy metal to relax around his forearms. He slid them off one at a time then set them down on top of the sword. Left in only his boots and loin cloth, he walked back up to the dragon.

Windrider nodded and licked his chops a bit, his eyes flicking over the orc in a way that made him feel slightly uncomfortable. "Are you ready?"

He nodded.

The dragon leaned back slightly, bracing his feet on the pile of treasure. He started to take in a long breath, making of show of inhaling and causing a slight breeze around Galdek, making his hair and loin cloth flutter. Light was starting to glow deep inside the dragon's throat, shining out of his mouth and casting his teeth with a dirty green glow that was getting brighter by the moment.

Galdek braced himself, his muscles tensing under his dark green skin. He was starting to worry that the dragon wasn't about to cast a spell, but to kill him. That would be a humiliating way for a warrior like him to die, at least no one would know.

A huge gout of green fire leapt from the dragon's mouth, roaring out and hitting him square in the chest. It rolled over the thick hair on his chest then up over his body to roll over his shoulder and between his legs. It didn't hurt and it wasn't hot, if anything it felt oddly pleasant against his skin, lifting his body hair up to flutter about him. The fire grow stronger, rolling up over his shoulder to cover his head and down to wrap around his legs, encasing him completely in the odd power.

The green light was too bright, forcing him to close his eyes, as he did he found himself concentrating on the feeling of the flames as they rolled over his skin. They were dancing over him, pressing and teasing over and against everything, even slipping into his boots and under his loincloth. There was more to it as well, something inside the fire, something he didn't feel on his skin but somehow inside of himself, down deep in his bones.

The orc shivered under the fire, not sure how to react but he knew he wanted to get out of it. Outside the fire he heard the dragon snort loudly as the feeling of the flames changed again, pressing harder against his body, almost crushing at him and making his muscles twitch all at once. Through his closed eyelids he could see the color of the flame change to be bright red.

Galdek growled and twisted his hand, reaching up to try to push the fire away from his face, finding that he was able to shove it away with little effort. "Enough!" he growled out, opening his eyes to glare at the dragon.

A moment later the flames fell away from him like water, pooling over the stone at his feet before finally dissipating. His skin prickled a bit, the air in the cave now feeling slightly cool.

For his part Windrider seemed more the satisfied. The dragon was smiling, showing a great number of teeth behind his lips. His tail was swaying as he twisted his wings and flopped down on his side on the hoard, sliding down slightly toward the barbarian. "Oh my little orc, you are not only a sorcerer, you are very powerful indeed! There is so much potential inside of you that I'm boggled that it would have taken so long to show itself."

"I do not care, teach me how to stop it!"

Leaning back the dragon picked up a large jewel from the side of the pile treasure, he rubbed it against the scales of his belly then bit into like it was an apple, his jaws cutting through the gem without any effort. "I would be willing to take you under my wing, but I believe it will be a mistake to teach you to suppress it."

Galdek snorted and snapped his jaws closed so quickly he nearly caught his lips on his large tusks. "All I want is to stop it," he snapped out, taking a step towards the dragon. The force of his words were somewhat lessoned as the belt of his loincloth snapped and the material fell away, falling on top of his boots.

He stopped in place, looking down at himself in annoyance. He didn't care that he was nude in front of the dragon, he only wore the loincloth to please the few people he worked with, and it usually swung enough that it hardly did anything to hide his heavy package.

Windrider looked as well, leaning forward slightly and narrowing his eyes just a bit. "Well, I see you have more weapons then just your sword."

That brought a slight blush to his face and his ears twisted back into his hair, he was on the big side, even for an orc, his shaft nearly eight inches when limp and rather thin, his foreskin pulled tight over the wide head. His balls were each the size of a human fist and hung low. He liked to show it off to human woman, just to see the look of their faces when they saw how much better he was then their men. He never screwed them, they were simply to tight and he ended up hurting them. He didn't like hurting anyone without getting paid for it. He preferred orc females, or maybe the occasional troll woman, they were insane in bed but one hell of a fun fuck.

On the other hand, the fact that this dragon--this MALE dragon--was so obviously checking him out bothered him. "It's not for your kind," he snorted, bending down to pick up the discarded loincloth, but his hands ripped right through the material as he grabbed for it. He grunted again and took a step back, and stepped right out of his boots.

"My kind, what is that supposed to mean?" The dragon asked, though the last of the gem into his muzzle and crunching it between his back teeth.

"You know what it means," he snorted.

Windrider chuckled, "A dragon?"

"A man," the big orc snapped in return, starting to get angry.

The red dragon shook his head and leaned back. "Oh, why would I worry about what you hold between your legs. You might be an impressive size for an orc, but you are nothing compared to dragon such as myself," he said, shifting slightly and lifting his back legs.

Galdek's eyes flicked down towards the scaled crotch. It was no longer smooth unbroken scales, a thick slit had opened up and the head of thick penis was slowly slithering out. Behind the shaft a pair of large balls had dropped, the tight scales relaxing into a heavy sack.

He started to look away, but found his eyes returning to the dragon's manhood. He found it oddly compelling as more of the shaft slid into the open air. It was dark red, much like his scales but still standing out from them. The shaft wasn't smooth like he had expected, instead had a number of ridges and bumps along the length of it. The head was large, dominating the growing erection, giving it a pointed shape much like the dragon's own head.

"I am large for my kind, but you can see that," the dragon replied, shifting his tail around.

Galdek gulped, unable to take his eyes off the large cock as it grew ridged. "I can," he said, his voice shaking a bit. The shaft was huge, bigger than even the largest stallion. It was over three feet tall, the slit on the tip was large enough that he could fuck it and was already starting to drool.

He tried to pull away, he knew he shouldn't be staring at it, but he couldn't stop. He wasn't like that! He had never cared for other men, only woman, any woman. He loved breasts, he loved pussy, he loved the curve of their ass, they feel of sucking on their fat tits and the way their belly felt when they were heavy with child.

The orc's grunted, trying to concentrate on the idea of women, but his eyes looked back at the dragon's hard shaft, his own cock twitching in response, starting to rise up from his thick black pubic hair.

"I see that you like it," Windrider said.

"I don't," he snapped in reply, but his growing erection betrayed the lust that was filling his mind. He found himself licking his fat lips, his tongue rubbing at the edge of his large tusks.

"You do not have to be so shy."

Galdek shook his head, finally pulling his eyes away from the dragon's hard penis, instead looking at his face. Even so he couldn't get the image of the huge shaft out of his head. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on something else, trying to think about the last woman he had been with, a big half giant female who stood as tall as he was and had wonderfully full breasts.

As the image came to his mind, he felt his shaft start to relax. He focused more on her, remember the feeling of her skin, the taste of her lips, how she felt riding his shaft. He tried to recapture the feeling of fucking her, but as he did his cock grew softer and softer.

"Galdek?" the dragon asked, his heavy voice echoing through the cave around him.

He opened his eyes and found himself looking directly at the red dragon's face. There was something about the big beast, something powerful, something unquestionably male. As it ran through his mind his cock snapped up, reaching his full thirteen inches in length.

Windrider smiled and licked his chops again. "Would you like to please me?"

"No," the big orc whimpered, his cock twitching eagerly at the idea as his eyes flicked back to look at the big draconic shaft. Even while the word was still echoing in the cave he found himself walking towards the male's crotch.

The dragon chuckled at this, his tail flicking out to tease over the orc's back and ass, gently encourage him to move closer.

Galdek continued towards the large cock, trying to fight himself every step of the way, but he couldn't help it. It was enchanting, unlike anything he had ever seen before. He could feel his own lust growing inside of him, burning at his loins and making his cock as hard as it had even been. He could smell the dragon's musk as he neared his crotch, it filled the air and made his head spin.

He stepped onto hoard, the gold coins shifting under his feet, making it hard to keep his balance. He stumbled forward, digging his thick toes in as he moved, fighting up the pile to get closer to Windrider's crotch.

Without warning the pile shifted under him and he found himself pitching forward. He came down hard on his knees, his head snapping forward and nearly hitting the head of the big cock. He froze, staring at it for a few moments, feeling his own shaft twitch in excitement. Up close the erection was huge, at least a food wide and hot, he could feel the heat rolling off of it from where he sat. The slit on the head was pulsing, thick precum drooling from it and rolling down the head.

A shiver ran through his body as he found himself leaning forward, his tongue flicking out to lick over the head. The skin tasted wonderful, like the best meal he had ever had. He licked at it again, exploring over the head and up to taste the heavy precum, finding it wonderfully salty.

"That's a good orc, you must love my cock."

Galdek pulled back for a moment, looking back at the dragon. He wanted to protests that he didn't, that he hated it, but even as he tried to protest his hands reached out to strong the huge length, his own cock twitching in excitement. Letting out a whimper her turned back and pressed his body up against the cock, rubbing his thick chest hair and beard against it.

"I could hardly have an orc as a follower, but that is something that I can easily fix," Windrider mused, his tail twisting up to stroke along his lover's back, teasing the spade tip against the green skin, slowly working down until he teased over the muscular ass. A moment later the tail pulled away, then flicked back, slapping hard across the exposed ass.

The orc snapped as he was spanked, the sudden feeling of it being mixed with the familiar tingle of magic. It washed up from his rump and through his body, filling him for a moment before sinking down into his flesh.

"What was that?" he asked, forcing himself to pull away from the cock for only a moment.

"Nothing at all," the dragon replied with a deep chuckle.

For the moment that was good enough for Galdek as he turned his attention back to the huge shaft. He started to lick at the cock head, enjoying the flavor of it now, feeling it pulse eagerly against his body. He still knew this was wrong, that he didn't like men, that he couldn't stand the idea of making love to one, but he was willing to make an exception for the dragon and his perfect cock.

He started to tease his hand down the length of the big cock, feeling the ridges of it between his fingers. They were thick and hard, placed in just the right way to tease their mate. He felt a small twinge of regret as he realized that he would never know what they would feel like inside of him.

The big orc growled, working himself forward until his own cock started to rub against the dragon's shaft, the hot red flesh pulling at the green foreskin, the fat head sliding free to stroke over the larger male.

As he kissed, stands of black hair started to fall around his head. First only a few but more started to rain down with each passing second. He lifted his hand up, trying to push the hair out of his face but instead he felt it come free in his thick hand. He ran his hand over the top of his head, the hair falling away from his body, leaving behind bare skin.

Galdek shook his head, the hair flying off both his head and his face, his beard vanishing as fast as the hair on his head. Leaning back he watched as the hair on his chest fell away and even the hair around his crotch, leaving him completely bald.

"There, that is much better," Windrider said, running his tail back up the orc's back.

He shivered at the touch, shifting on the pile of coins, his whole body starting to feel odd, his skin was prickling, pulling against his muscles. His muscles themselves were starting to twitch all around, shaking and then started to melt away. He stared in horror as he watched his thick arms becoming thinner by the moment, his large legs doing the same. Every muscle he had worked for, every scrap of power that he had prided himself off was vanishing behind his eyes.

"What is going on?" he asked, stretching his arm out, staring at his hands. As he watched he saw his fingers stretch outwards. The blunt nails stared to grow, turning into short claws with wicked looking tips.

The only response the dragon had was to twitch his cock, making it slap forward and hit the changing orc in the face.

That look his attention away from his body, focusing back on the cock, he pressed up against it, licking and kissing at the fat cock head. He had to shift his body, pressing his legs against the dragon's belly, using it to stay in place. He stroked his changed hands along the length of the cock, teasing it with his long fingers and bringing the sound of a rumbling from deep in the large males body.

Galdek kept rubbing himself up against the shaft, grinding it against his bare chest and his own cock. He was an odd feeling, the skin getting rougher by the moment, increasing his pleasure. He leaned back slightly, watching in surprise as his small nipples melted away, being replaced by dark green scales. Scales that were quickly spreading out across his chest. The contact of his scales on the big cock made him shiver in pleasure, it felt wonderful.

The orc shifted again, rising up on his legs a bit to keep his head even with the cock. He started to lick around the large slit, tasting the heavy precum as it squirted out over his face. It made him laugh in joy, his thick tusk starting to melt back into his jaw.

Rocking from knee to knee, he could feel the growing heat of the dragon's body, his long tail still working along his back. He pressed at the tail, feeling it teasing over his thin ass as the scales wrapped around his upper body and started to slip down his arms.

He lapped eagerly at the precum, loving the salty taste as he gulped it down. It filled his belly with warmth and made him crave the taste of the dragon's real cum. As he licked he had to rise up even higher to stay even with the head, finding it was a struggle. He propped one leg against the dragon, resting his weight on it, feeling the scales as they rolled down his legs.

With a great deal of pressure he felt his feet start to change. His toes were pulling forward while his ankle twisted back, his feet growing longer. At the same time the length between his ankle and knee started to shorten, forcing him to shift again and again to try and keep his balance. Soon he found himself putting all of his weight onto the balls of his feet.

That wasn't the only change to his feet, his squared off toes started to stretch out, claws growing out from the tips.

Finally he had no choice, he rose up fully onto his transformed legs, wrapping his arms around the cock as he kissed and licked at the head, teasing it more. The head of it looked huge now, bigger than his own head! He kissed again, working his tongue into the slit on the head, exploring around in the inside.

Above him Windrider growled happily, humping a bit. "You are very skilled my little pet," he said, his body rumbling.

The changing orc had nothing to say, his mouth preoccupied. He almost wasn't surprised to find his tongue stretching out from his lips, growing thinner and longer as he explored the inside of the cock, teasing down deeper into the urethra. A moment later his face started to distort, his flat pig nose pulling down to meet the top of his lip as his jaw expanding outwards, forming into a long pointed muzzle. At the same time his large ears sank back down and vanished into his head.

His whole skull started to reshape, the top flattening out and his eyes pressed further apart as the ridge of his muzzle pressed between them. Two rows of small horns grew over the top of his head, the scales following after.

Finally Galdek pulled back, having to rise up on the tips of his toes to rub and teasing the cock head, his own shaft, still unchanged, fucking hard at the ridged side. He didn't want his big cock to change, it was his cock, and he wasn't done with it!

The dragon's tail finally pulled away from his body, a moment later he felt pressure at the base of his spine, right over his ass. He wiggled it, bouncing on his legs as the pressure grew and grew, then he felt something thick burst free. It slid out of his skin, the scales pushing apart as a new tail grew out. It slid out of his body, pulling at his spine, growing out longer and longer until it was a third long as he was tall. The base was thick while tapered down to a small point.

Windrided laughed at this, and teased his own tail along the transformed orc's newest limb.

With a grunt and a snort he found the head of the dragon's cock slipping out of reach, the three feet long cock rising up above his own two and a half foot form. That was annoying, he wanted to lick at the fat head on the giant dragon cock.

He looked up at the cock head, snorting a bit, then shivering, reaching down to stroke his own cock. It felt huge in his hands, jutting far from his crotch, dominating his body. It was huge on his small body, far too big really.

"Go ahead my little kobold, you may play with it. I want to see you cum."

Galdek nods, starting to stroke his shaft, teasing the thick foreskin over the head. It felt wonderful, the feeling of it stronger than he had ever remembered it being. His other hand reached down to grab his huge balls, rubbing them between his fingers, feeling scales starting to form over heavy green skin.

As he stroked himself, the former orc thought about what the dragon had said. A kobold, he was a kobold? One of the little thieves that were always laying traps for adventuress? That wasn't right, he was an orc, a big powerful barbarian orc, not a small cowardly weak kobold... wasn't he?

"That's it, cum for your master, cum and let those old nasty thoughts shoot away with your seed," the dragon said, reaching down with one large forepaw to start to tease his own huge shaft, the precum slick and heavy, rolling down his length and paw.

He shivered, stroking his cock faster, feeling the huge size starting to get smaller. The foreskin pulled back away from the head of the shaft, melting back into the length of it, leaving the gland exposed. The head itself was starting to change, losing the familiar curve and becoming more pointed, much like head of his master's big cock.

That sent of jolt of pleasure though his mind, and turned his eyes back to the big dragon. His master, yes, the dragon was his master, and he loved him for it. Like a good kobold he would serve his draconic master in any way he wanted.

Galdek kept stroking his cock, his hand moving faster it continued to shirk down to a more comfortable length. Ridges started forming along the length it, not as thick as his master's but they still felt wonderful. His balls were getting smaller as well, but still large compared to other kobolds.

It was obvious to him that he wasn't an orc. No orc would be so small, would be so eager to serve his master, to simply be a servant. He had to be a kobold, he could be nothing else.

Setting his jaw, he let out a high pitched whimpered as he thrust hard into his hands, feeling his balls pull tightly to his body as they started to churn. A moment later his cock grew tight, then with a long howl he started to cum. Thick jets of kobold seat spurting out from the pointed head of his shaft and spraying all over his master and his hoard.

His body hook as he continued to cum, loving the feeling of his hot seed as it gushed out from his much more reasonable length. Finally it was too much for him and he stumbled back, landing hard on the gold coins and his tail as one last jet of semen sprayed up over his belly.

The former orc lay in place, panting happily as he felt the warm glow of his fading orgasm. Much to his surprise he felt something warm and wet running over his body, gathering up the spent seed.

Opening his eyes, Galdek saw Windrider standing above him, licking the kobold's belly clean. "Master, " he said softly, his voice high pitched and slightly clipped.

With one last link the big red dragon pulled back slightly. "You are much happier as a kobold then as an orc," he said.

The kobold nodded, know it was true. It had to be true if his master said it.

"And you will love me and serve me in thanks for making you what you should have be."

"Yes master," he said with a smile, his eyes flicking back down to the still hard dragon cock.

Windrider smiled. "You will be a powerful sorcerer once I trained you, almost as powerful as me. Powerful enough to turn some of your former allies into more of my servants."

That sounded like a wonderful idea to him. He worked with many men and woman, humans, trolls, orcs, a minotaur and even a gryphon. They would all be better as a kobold, loving and serving the wonderful dragon.

His master reached down and stroked a claw tip over your head. "I won't call you by your old name, they aren't suitable for a kobold. Your name is now Girmdark, and that is all you will ever answer to anymore."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," he said, giggling happily at the new name. It was perfect for him.

Windrider rolled onto his back, letting his legs fall to the side. "Now, please your master's cock."

The kobold squealed in glee and climbed up onto his master. The cock was rock hard and laying against the dragon's belly. He wiggled around, coming up to the big cock and kissing the huge member, pressing his own body up to it. With quick moves he climbed up onto the cock, wrapping his legs and arm around it, kissing the length of it.

Now in place, he started to rub and stroke his body against the powerful length, growling happily as he teased the big cock, feeling it twitch eager under him. He rocked and teasing, using his whole body against the wonderfully perfect cock. He used his long nimble tail to rub at the dragon's large balls, teasing them a bit as he moved.

He worked his claws over the large ridges of the cock, stroking them one at a time as kissed at the fat head. His master twitched and moaned with every move he made, his precum thick and heavy , soaking over his belly.

"Yes pet, that's it," the dragon said, rocking back against the treasure.

Grimdark glowed at the praise and picked up speed, trying to tease all of the cock at once. A part of him wondered if maybe his master could teach him a spell so he could take at least some of the wonderful cock into his body. He continued to work at it, licking and teasing as much as he can, his whole world turning to focused on pleasing the prefect shaft.

His master started to grown and whimper, his foreclaws digging at the treasure as his tail trashed against the floor. A moment later he slammed his head back into the hoard and let out a roar, his cock pulled tight and hot cum started to gushed out the length of it, splaying out height into the air, reaching over the dragon to splatter at the walls of the cave, painting it white.

As the cum sprayed out, Grimdark lowered his head right into the stream, his muzzle open wide. It blasted over him and filling his mouth in moments. He snapped his jaw closed and gulped it down, feeling the hot cum roll down his throat and into his belly. It tasted wonderful, salty and bitter, but somehow it was the best thing that he had ever had before.

He took another gulp of the cum as the pressure started to drop, quickly becoming a slow dribble. He slowly swallowed the second muzzle full, enjoying the warmth of it as it settled into his belly. The small kobold rolled off to lay on his master's belly, right in a puddle of cum.

"Thank you master," the small reptile said.

Windrider reached down and rubbed a claw over the kobold's belly. "You are welcome my pet, you a very welcome," he said. Then slowly the pair of them, master and servant, fell into a pleasant sleep.

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This story was written and copyright 2011 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Violators will be punished however the Windrider sees fit.