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Jess breathed an audible sigh of relief when he finally heard the sounds of running water above the sluggish, insectoid rainforest din. Carving his way through the especially thick mat of vegetation that enclosed the river on all sides, he finally burst his way onto the shallow sandbank, the closest thing to a proper clearing he had seen in tens of miles. Finally able to breathe properly, with the oppression of the dense jungle removed, and the cooled air from the water, he almost immediately collapsed on the sandy bank. After a few minutes respite, he looked up to observe the water and was shocked to see that it was clear as glass, no drifting sediment or plant life, not even any fish. It was probably his desperation talking, but it looked like the purest, cleanest water he had ever seen in his life.

He had a slight, thin, fit body, with shaggy, 6 or 7" long blonde hair. He was only about 5'8", and despite being 25, looked closer to a boy 8 or 9 years his junior. His small frame was actually a benefit in his profession, and he was stronger than he looked, but by no means a heavy hitter. He hastily set up camp on the bank and set some of the water to boil. As a survivalist, he was always at least slightly untrusting of any water he came across. Even running water could have dangerous microbes or fish, but try as he might to find fault, the river looked pristine. He moved sluggishly in his dirty, sweat-soaked clothes, peering back at the water and yearning to throw them off. For a second he thought better of it, but the instant he took his mind off of the water, it was once again assaulted by the muggy, humid, insufferable, and inescapable heat. Before he had even finished looking away, he was hurriedly stripping his shirt. He responsibly laid his clothes out on a dry mat, and then ran with almost childish enthusiasm to the shore of the river. His feet sunk into the cool, clear water, and it was all he could do to keep himself from plunging in. A final up close observation for safety's sake revealed nothing. Upon internally giving himself the final okay, he walked back to the mat to strip off his underwear, but hesitated. Perhaps a vestige of his city life scruples, perhaps paranoia, but he couldn't shake the feeling like he was being watched. However, the second spent in hurried contemplation allowed the jungle heat to ascend from his subconscious back to the front of his mind, and his unwillingness to be seen nude, as though anyone else could feasibly be out this far, melted away, and his boxers topped the pile of clothes soon after.

He plunged into the water, and much like all food is delicious if one's hungry enough, the insufferable heat acted as a multiplier to his enjoyment of the water, his tired, sweat-heavy body going near limp as he let the cool water roll over him. After he came up a 3rd or 4thtime he heard a very faint, soft scratching sound. Like smoothed stones grinding together. Quickly looking back to his camp, it was exactly how he had left it. Slowly scanning around the area, he was shocked to see a large boulder opposite his camp, on the far shore, with a little Kobold sitting atop it. With a start, Jess frantically tried to cover himself, though he was submerged enough that the distortion from the water would have sufficed. The Kobold sat in what looked like a cross legged position. The boulder was about 10 feet high, and from his lower position Jess couldn't quite tell, and he was grinding something that was nestled by his feet. Dumbstruck, Jess couldn't think of what to say, or whether or not to say anything at all. Had it always been there? Did it see or hear him? It hadn't looked up from whatever it was grinding. But suddenly, it made the first move.

"Oh, oh no. Don't stop on my account." He started, still not looking up from whatever it was he was working on. His eloquent and well spoken words only further confusing Jess "You looked like you were really enjoying that."

"I-I...." he stammered, unsure of what to say or ask first, until his startled mind flitting between subjects rapidly, until he landed on "How do you speak my language?"

Finally looking up at Jess, the little lizard gave him a sly, somewhat devious looking grin, before waving the question away like an insect, and returning to his work.

Realizing he wasn't getting an answer, but that the scaled creature didn't seem opposed to conversation, he moved on. "Where do you live?"

"Right here, of course!" he exclaimed in the most animated way possible that didn't involve him getting up from whatever he was grinding.

People often had a hard time believing Jess when he said he was a survivalist due to his size, but even he was having a hard time believing that this tiny, seemingly tool less creature was managing to stay alive out here on his own.

"How..." Jess began, unsure of exactly how to phrase it "How do you-"

"This" the Kobold said, cutting him off, gesturing in a wide area around himself that seemingly indicated the river and this little clearing. "Fake, all of it. Illusion." He said, still not bothering to look up at him, except apparently to grin at him in place of an answer. Waving a hand, the water and beach dreamily faded away into a dirt clearing, leaving him standing nude in it, but the Kobold evidently took pity on him, and returned the water illusion as quickly as he had dispelled it. "Clean water brings just about everything in here, animals and all, and then" he said, raising a hand in a childlike imitation of a gun and aiming it at Jess "pow." he concluded. "It's too easy, really. Jungle provides almost everything I need."

"Almost? What doesn't it provide?"

The Kobold raised a scaled hand and pointed down at his waist with it. Using his other hand, formed a circle with his index finger and thumb, and pumped his other index finger in and out of it in a crude pantomime of fucking before returning to his grinding.

"Oh...so there aren't any females of your kind around here?"

"Nobody of any kind around here. 'Cept you."

The comment so quickly after his little display left him a bit uneasy. Suddenly, the rhythmic grinding of stone stopped, a noise that had fallen into the background until he stopped hearing it. The Kobold pulled a mortar and pestle out and set it next to him on the boulder. Scooting forward on the boulder so that his legs hung over, Jess realized that he was entirely naked. And seemed to have no designs on covering himself. Taking a small brush out, he dipped it into the mortar, pulling it out and holding it out in the air, as if to dry. It was coated in some kind of magical paste, and after a few seconds of holding it, he began to paint the air. Or at least that was what it appeared to be. Jess couldn't tell what he was doing, he drew on nothing. The Kobold finally regarded him, with a look that Jess could only describe as hungry, and then went back to his air painting. The Kobold kept looking at him, as if for a reference, and then going back to his seemingly ineffectual painting. "Just hold still a second or so longer. Almost done~." He said, his words dripping with lust. Looking down, Jess realized that whatever motions the Kobold was performing in the air were appearing on -him-. The Kobold was writing something on his chest, but he couldn't tell what. Quickly he looked down, the reflection in the water showing the final touches being made on the last "E". Large, remarkably well drawn letters across his chest read "Cockwhore". He frantically tried to splash water on his chest to remove the paint, but either due to the illusory nature of the water, or the magical nature of the paint, it was stuck.

"Your new name! Fitting, don't you think?" the kobold said, laying forward on the rock with his head in his hands, clawed feet kicking back and forth idly.

"My name is Cockwhore!" Jess shouted, before clasping a hand over his mouth. Had he really said that? He had tried to say Jess, but unconsciously his mouth had disobeyed him.

He looked up at the kobold, who had sat back up, spreading his legs on the edge of the rock in a shameless display, his cock stiffening as he grinned at his new toy lasciviously. "Well, it's a good thing you like it!" he taunted "If you're so enamored with it, let's try it out!" he said, applying some of the same paint like substance to his cock as if it were lube. With some of it still in his hands, he drew a little circle, and suddenly Jess's mouth was locked open, held open by a magical ring between his teeth. A phantom cock formed in the air in front of him, a spectral replica of the now completely hard reptile's own. Reaching his hands out around open air, he grasped something, and pulled back. Jess felt his head pulled forward from two spectral hands around his head, forcing him down onto the still slightly growing cock, which began to greedily pump his throat. Jess could feel it just as easily as if he were being forced onto the real thing, however, despite feeling real, it clearly ignored certain laws, as it was almost immediately deep in his throat, yet he felt no need to gag. He was still able to breathe, which Jess realized meant that the Kobold would have no need to let up. He had been captured so easily, would this thing ever let him go? Looking up he saw the scaled thing, with its arms still wrapped around nothing, yet he felt them plain as day on the back of his head, forcing him down still. The Kobold's eyes were closed, his tongue lolling out as his hips gyrated, mercilessly fucking his throat from range. The paint slowly dripped down his cock, until he spread it around his balls as well. The temporary respite from the use of his throat was short lived, and now the spectral cock resumed work on him with an extra layer of humiliation, the lizard-things balls slapping against his face as he tirelessly fucked. The hypnotic smell of ball sweat and musk filled his nostrils relentlessly and Jess found himself becoming dazed as his throat was used for a fuck-socket.

After what felt like days, the Kobolds thrusts started to slow, becoming heavier and less reckless. With a final thrust, the Kobold shoves his cock halfway down Jess's throat, and explodes with a sticky mass of pent up seed. Whatever magic the thing was using caused the cum to spurt not from the Lizards actual, physical cock, but from the one making a mockery of Jess's face. A considerable amount of it was shot directly into his stomach, but the Kobold quickly pulled back, shooting enough to fill up Jess's mouth, though most of it ran out, down his face, as his mouth was still forced open by the magical ring. He pulled fully out to give the last few, no inconsiderable shots of his seed directly on to Jess's face, before collapsing on the rock he was still on, panting and out of breath.

The magic faded and Jess fell forward into the water, utterly humiliated, mouth exhausted from being held open so long, still dripping with the Kobolds semen. He frantically tried to wash it off, but not unlike the paint from earlier, it seemed like it was stuck on. He burst out of the water to see himself in the reflection, and was shocked. Not to see that his face was permanently marked with cum, but to see a scaled, reptilian face staring back at him. A decidedly quite feminine one. Quickly observing himself, he realized he had shrunk to a 3 foot tall, scaled, Kobold. Just the same as the one who had face-raped him. Desperately checking between his legs, he was relieved to find that he still had a penis. But apart from that, he was the very model of a Kobold female.

"Oh, maybe I forgot to mention. In Kobold society, any male who's marked with another males seed becomes the property of that male, and essentially is considered female from then on." He said, jumping down from the boulder with a splash "Though I guess it looks like you took that a little bit too literally..." he taunted "Now" he said, coming up behind Jess and slapping his ass, groping it hungrily "Let me ask one more time, what's your name?"

Jess wanted more than anything in the world to scream his name, but regardless of how he tried, the instant he opened his mouth, "Cockwhore" was the only sound that came out. It was even still spelled in his scales.

"Good." The Kobold said, licking Jess's neck lasciviously, his cock slowly hardening once again, stiffening against Jess's ass "Now let's go swimming~" he purred, pressing the tip of his cock against Jess's hole.