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Calin is a big city—big and far from the town that Kret got the tip from. If she was to catch up with the bard who had wronged her, she would need transportation, and quick. Luckily for the kobold, the bouncer at the Muddy Mistress appreciated the time off that the kobold gave him by dunking his boss in the arcane slime that is the brothel's namesake, so he provided her with a small bag of cash and a trip on the back of a covered trader's wagon. Kret thanked him and went on her merry way. He really appreciated how he would enjoy being unemployed. Certainly, she wouldn't like being put in the same situation. Different strokes for different folks, she figured.

It had been a few days on the road, and Kret lays in the little corner that the cart driver had arranged for her. She has a few pillows and a blanket to work with for the cold nights, and he appreciates having the help in case of bandit attacks. That's always a threat when traveling along the road, and Kret had her fair share of random encounters during her time as an adventurer with her former party. As the cart rocks and bounces along on the road, she lays back, staring up at the tented roof of the wagon. Her mind wanders back to that dungeon she and her former companions had gone through. It was an ancient ruin, and they said that it was haunted by the spirit of a dead adventurer. Kret was thinking about that ghost story when her eyes caught the shimmering figure gliding down the hall. Her party knew of her magical talents, of course, and her companion threw her into combat. Little did they know the ghost's true form.

Kret shudders as she remembers the feeling, but then she pauses. She rolls over onto her belly and looks through her traveler's bag, producing the small, egg-shaped object. Kret prays that she won't need to stop the cart in order to drop off one of her unfertilized eggs. It's a quirk of kobold anatomy that humans never did seem to get used to, and neither did she, really. She rolls her fingers over the egg device, wiping off some of the residual juices from it. She thought it would be clean by now, but the force of the orgasm it caused the woman she saw using it made sense. There was a lot of mess in that room. So, with a shrug, she rolls back onto her back and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. She wasn't too fond of the slime of the Muddy Mistress, mostly because of her previous encounter, but was it so bad?

Her fingers tug at the bottom of her shirt and she places the tip of her egg at her underbelly. Focusing on her arcane talents, she seeks the proper magical trigger to make it work, and, as in a flash, the trigger appears before her and she activates the object. The egg buzzes, sending a delightful sensation tingling down her scales. She breathes deeply, brushing it along her body, down between her legs.

That ghost she faced in the past. It wasn't a ghost at all, really. No, when she was hurled by her partner towards it, she felt her body hit something thick and gooey, as if she was in some kind of swampy water. As her body passed through, the tingling feeling passed all over her, a little bit like how the egg tingles over her body now. Maybe Panas,the unfortunate elven owner of the Muddy Mistress, designed this device to simulate such things. And the woman who used it, she was brought to the most powerful orgasms that she had ever had. They were unwelcome in her case, but with Kret, that's a different story. She brings her hand, and the device, down between her legs and hums as she runs the egg along her slit. A growl escapes her throat as she melts back into that time in the dungeon.

As the transparent slime coated her body, she realized, to her horror, that she had come face-to-face with a terrible oozy cube. She could only watch as her clothing disintegrated before her, but it was the feeling on her scales that was the most peculiar. While she expected pain as her flesh ripped away from her bones, what she got was different than that. The burning she had imagined came over her more like a rough brushing along her scales. She had taken a bath once, when the head “seamstress" wanted to impress a high-paying client. They dumped her in a tub of hot water and rubbed abrasive soap over her scales. This feeling is not too different. All over her body, she felt the tingling of the liquid mixed with the scraping of her dead scales. While she expected excruciating pain, what she got was not at all unpleasant! Its when she remembers how it felt, entering inside her, cleaning her from within, removing all of her impurities, that she places the egg deep inside of herself. The buzzing of the device, and the spasming of her body meld together as she cries out, letting all hear her shouts of release right there inside the warm embrace of the cube, of the Mistress, of the machine!

“Hey, quiet back there!" The driver snaps. “Don't you dare get my supplies all messed up, 'cause you can't keep yer legs closed for a couple-a days!"

Kret's eyes open and she sits up, letting out a satisfied sigh. She pulls the egg out and examines it. It is quite coated... but so are her pants. She sighs and tugs them off, pulling her legs in close. Well, at least she doesn't have to wear them for the rest of the trip. Thinking of that, she wonders just how long the trip actually is. As she opens her mouth to ask, a few arrows whiz by, one barely missing her, and the other piercing the driver's throat!

The horses rear back, frantically kicking before two unknown hooded figures run up to them, quickly pulling on the harnesses. Shouts fill the air and a blade pierces through the canvas in front of Kret, sending blinding light through. A green, tusked face pokes through, and the orc that owns it smiles, reaching in and grabbing Kret by the ankle, pulling her with prodigious strength up and out of the wagon. “Lookie what I got 'ere, boys!" The orc shouts, tossing the kobold to the ground. “Looks like there's more'n one kind'er booty on this wagon!"

The pillagers surrounding Kret are a motley bunch—men of alls hapes and sizes wearing armor and clothing old and new, fancy and simple, but each of them stare down at Kret with an all-too-familiar hunger in their eyes.

The Kobold scrambles to stand up, but as she pushes herself, a stocky dwarf places his large hand on her head and shoves her face down in the dirt. “Now, now, where ya goin,' lass? This be no time tae stand an' fight. It's time to take what ye owe us!"

Kret speaks from the side of her mouth, snarling. “I owe you nothing. Let me go!"

More laughter rises up from the ranks of the bandits.

“Ain't no way we's lettin' a piece a' ass like yerself free. That is, likely, if ya don't have other holes ta share!"

“Oh, she's got them... a voice hisses. “Though, I wouldn't expect mammals like yourself to notice."

Kret cannot see the speaker of the voice, as she is preoccupied with clawing at the thick glove that pushes her down, yet she is unable to do anything about it.

“Well, you know the rules," the orc says, grabbing Kret by the tail and yanking her away from the dwarf. He tosses her upwards with his strength and when she falls back to him, he wraps his arms around her, holding her against his chest. “We get all the other ones, but the boss keeps 'er ass.

Kret whimpers at that, but can't go any further when he drops his drawers, revealing his large and veiny orcish cock. Its larger than most men she had ever seen. Before she can protest, the orc drops her right into it and she grits her teeth as her slit forces open and the cock stretches the sex inside. She kicks around, trying to break free, but he falls back on the ground, letting her sit erect over his cock. The orc holds her hips and bounces the kobold upon his pole like a toy.

She sits upon his shaft, her mouth agape as his cock pretty much bulges her stomach from the force and size. But that's not all she has to endure. More men approach from around her, the dwarf and a human. Each of them have lowered their pants and jerk off while a half-elf stands over the orc and in front of her face. “Better get to pleasin' us, lass, or we'll get really rough!" The Dwarf warns.

Whimpering, Kret lifts her hands, wrapping fingers around the human and dwarven shafts and pumps them vigorously. When the half-elf approaches her, she rolls her tongue out, licking the tip and then guiding it along into her maw. She closes her eyes, feeling the burning sensation in her cheeks, though it is soon overpowered by the piercing jolts shooting up from her body. Nevertheless, she bounces on the orc and works the other three men, each of them either chuckling or grunting in approval.

“Gods damn, this little'un's quite the whore!" The human exclaims.

“Uhh, I never found a gal as talented as her that didn't tak ecoin for 'er service!"

“Haha, free whoring. Amazing!" The half-elf says.

“Quit yer gobbin'!" The orc shouts. “I'm tryin' ta shoot me load inside 'er, and I can't do it if I have ta' listen a ya three runnin' yer traps!"

The men shake their heads and hover around her renewed fervor, the two on her sides pushing her head forward, taking the long elven pole down deep through her throat. Her eyes water, but she doesn't gag in the midst of all this assault. But, oh, did they not know who they were messing with. The whole time her fingers brush up and down the cocks of the dwarf and the man, she draws patterns into their flesh, invisible, save for those with the arcane eye. Once completed, the spell will strike them all down with violent lightning. Already, the ozone in the air increases, and their climaxes will be the most explosive that they've ever had in their lives. Just thinking about it makes her go faster, with more vigor, hoping to give them exactly what they came for, and more!

That's when the collar locks around her throat. Suddenly, as if someone snuffed out a candle, she feels all of her magical power disappearing. Her eyes widen and she seeks to find who could have placed the collar on her, who could have crippled her so, but at that moment, all three men reach their peak. While she deals with being bloated with the orc, trying to adjust herself so she doesn't pop, she chokes on semen spewing down her throat and she is blinded when the others shoot on her. Almost as quickly as they began, the three men pull away from her and the orc lifts her up with a sickening squelching sound before tossing her off to the side.

That's when that voice that identified her spoke up. She opens her eyes, looking through blurry, jizz-stained eyes at the figure standing before her. “You fools nearly got yourselves killed. I told you... collar first, then fucking."