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[b][u][center]Kobold Party Crasher

for Guderian

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Samuel had thought that the kobold caves would have been easy to get through. He’d thought that the little reptiles would have been busy with all their partying after breaking down one of the nearby villages and looting it to its barest bones. He’d thought that they’d be drunk off their asses and unable to do a thing about intruders. If they’d been humans, he knew that they’d be partying their asses off.

Instead, the thief had run smack into over a dozen of the little buggers and now they were chasing him down their tunnels, the human jerking from side to side and ducking behind rocky outcroppings to dodge their spears.

“Fuck fuck fuck...Leave me alone! I didn’t get anything!”

The spears didn’t stop, nor did the shouts of the lizards behind him. Samuel shook his head, the human trying to push a little more speed out of his legs. If he didn’t hurry, they’d bring the whole damn clan of the beasts down on his back, and he didn’t know if he could get away from all of them.

A flicker of light caught his attention. The thief darted to the side, leaping through a stone archway -

“Freeze!”

• and immediately took an ice spell to the face. Samuel went rolling backwards, almost slamming back against one of the kobolds chasing him. The ice rapidly spread down his body, and up his neck, taking away his ability to move.

Ahead of him, standing in front of a lantern, was a kobold shaman. Unlike the warriors, he wore a robe, though it was open enough in the front to show that there was nothing on underneath it. As he stepped forward, his surprisingly large shaft swung from side to side, slapping loudly against his legs. The staff he carried glimmered softly, casting bits of light here and there throughout the cavern, as well as feeding the ice spell sliding up along the human’s body.

As the ice began to encapsulate his face, the shaman gestured to the warriors.

“Tie him up. He will be punished in the ScalSkin ritual tonight.”

“ScalSkin! ScalSkin!”

The cold washed over his head, and darkness claimed him, even as he wondered what they were talking about.

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Splash!

“Wake up!”

Spluttering and gasping for breath, Samuel did as he was told. Almost immediately, he wished that he hadn’t.

Surrounding him were a dozen or more of the kobolds, including some of the warriors that had been chasing him down the tunnels during his incursion. Their loincloths were all tented, and he shook his head, looking away from the bulges that they presented. He didn’t try to pull away; he could already feel the weight of chains and ropes along his body, keeping him pinned. They had him tied down, and Samuel knew enough about magic to recognize the placement of the braziers around him to mean...something. Some spell was going to be enacted...but what?

A sudden touch of a scaly hand between his legs made him jerk against his restraints, and his face burned as he realized that he was completely naked before the kobolds. At least they had some sort of loincloths; why was he naked? It got worse as he felt that hand clutch at his balls, and squeeze at them until he groaned.

“FUCK! Let me go!”

“You will not be let go. Not until you’ve been punished.”

That was the shaman’s voice. He looked down, only to see the robed kobold step into view. The little lizard leaped onto the stone that Samuel was tied on, and to the thief’s great chagrin, straddled him. It was all that he could do to look away, rather than stare up at that stiffening cock and the sac hanging beneath it.

The shaman smirked, tapping his staff against his hand again and again until Samuel shouted at him.

“What do you want?! You caught me already. Are you going to kill me, or are you going to let me go?!”

“You will suffer the ritual of ScalSkin. If you survive -”

“If I survive?!”

“Then we’ll untie you. You can choose what you want, then. But the ritual will be your punishment.”

“And what…”

He swallowed.

“What is this ritual?”

“You shall see. And you shall serve.”

Samuel stared as the shaman suddenly threw his staff towards one of the warriors around him, gathering his robe up in his hands and pulling it off. The cloth hit the ground with a soft pmmf, scattering dust into the air. But the human barely noticed, particularly as the shaman turned around and presented his scaly ass to him.

It wasn’t until the shaman started to push back, nearly sitting on his face, that Samuel realized what was happening.

“You have got to be kidding me…”

“We don’t joke, smooth one. You will serve us, and you will do it properly. Or we’ll kill you right now.”

“...Fine.”

He blushed as the scaly set of ass cheeks pressed back against his face, his nose and his lips sandwiched between the scaly rump cheeks. They were soft, slick, and surprisingly smooth against his face, even if there was more than a little bit of musk there. His head swam from the first breath through his nose, but he didn’t dare breathe through his mouth, considering the puckering hole that pressed against his lips.

“Get started, smooth one. You have to get through all of us before the ritual is done.”

[i]This is wrong...this is so wrong,[/i] he thought as he slowly stuck out his tongue. The first touch of scales to tongue brought a small taste of sweat to his mouth, but also a strange, heated bitterness that was strongest around the kobold’s hole. His cheeks burned hotter at the sound of the lizard’s moan, and he closed his eyes, trying not to think about what he was doing for these disgusting things.

It got worse and worse as he worked his tongue over the shaman’s asshole, flicking it over the twitching rim. He could feel each and every tensing of the kobold’s muscles, and the sound of the creature groaning and moaning made him feel utterly humiliated. He was supposed to be stealing from them; they weren’t supposed to be turning him into a slave.

Even with his eyes closed, the image of the scaly ass pressing against his face just wouldn’t leave his mind. The sight of that short, stubby tail, the way that he could just see the kobold’s balls after he’d turned around, the way that the shaman’s hole had puckered visibly before he’d even started licking; the bestial images were all there in his head, and he couldn’t get rid of them. He groaned, but it only seemed to turn the shaman on further.

He barely knew what he was doing. All he knew was that he had to keep licking. His tongue flicked over that hole again and again, feeling it get looser under his flicking tongue. It was like it was slowly relaxing, and he shuddered to think of what that meant.

Around him, he heard the shuffling of scaly feet, as well as several sets of footsteps. He had no idea what was going on, but it couldn’t be -

[i]Oh gods, no,[/i] he thought as his hand was forcibly pulled around a scaly cock. Samuel shuddered as he was forced to start stroking it, feeling a slimy goo running down his fingers. [i]I’m not a whore! You can’t make me one![/i]

But they definitely seemed determined to do so, particularly as the shaman pushed back on his tongue. It slipped into the lizard’s hole, and finally, Samuel’s eyes snapped open as he realized that he was tongue-fucking the little lizard. The kobold’s moans were louder than ever, and his tongue was trapped inside of the shaman’s hole. The reptile pushed back, his hole squeezing down on it, and Samuel swore that he felt something splattering all over his chest.

It wasn’t until the shaman pulled off that he realized that something had changed. It was strange, but he swore that his tongue was slightly longer, and...were his lips green?

Before he could think about it, the kobold stood up above him, dripping cock - [i]Damn you![/i] he thought - drooling the last bits of an orgasm over his chest. The shaman chuckled, taking his staff back before hopping down.

“That was the first of many, smooth one. You will service all of my clan before you are finished, and I am sure that we’ll all enjoy it.”

“You...you’re mad! This is disgusting!”

“And you stealing from us is any better?”

“I am an honest thief!”

“No such thing.” The shaman shook his head. “I suppose it’s for the best, this ritual. You can’t make it as a thief, and you are a rubbish human. It seems that you need to be given a chance to be something else to make something of your life.”

“Something - what are you talking about?!”

The shaman chuckled, sticking out his tongue. For a moment, Samuel thought that he was being cheeky, but then he looked closer. That shape...that narrowing of the tongue...and those green lips. His eyes went wide as he looked down at his own face again, seeing the same slight narrowing of his tongue as he stuck it out, and the green along his lips.

“No!”

“Yes. Now, continue the ritual!”

One of the other kobolds leaped up onto the stone, and just as before, his ass was completely exposed as he turned around. Unlike the shaman, he was completely hard as he pushed back, and also unlike the shaman, he pushed back all the way without any warning. Once more, Samuel’s face was lodged between a pair of scaly ass cheeks, and the human’s tongue was put to work once more.

His other hand was filled with another cock as he whimpered in humiliation, trying not to think about what he was being forced to do. No matter what he did, however, images continued to fill his mind.

What would he become?

How would he get out of this?

And why was rimming the kobolds turning him into one?!

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]