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It's commonly said that when you party with kobolds, you'll wake naked and penniless. I'm sure that's meant to be racial slander alluding to their tendency for theft, but really I'd never seen the downside to the saying. It always seemed to me that waking naked and penniless meant it'd been one hell of a night, and if kobolds were involved, who was I to complain? For the first time in my adventuring career, I was finally putting that truism to the test. I was, as they said, partying with kobolds.

The cavernous hot springs arrayed around us wafted steam into the already warm air. I sat by the rim of one pool, dangling my road-weary feet into the nigh-scalding water as a kobold brought drinks around to share with my party and I. A remedy for my outer woes, and a separate remedy for my inner ones. It was exactly what I needed after our last adventure. Even with hooves, the road hadn't been kind to my feet over the last months. Plus, I didn't get treatment like this from human settlements. Too much anti-minotaur sentiment there. The trade-off seemed to be that since we were getting treated like honored guests, the kobolds had gone all natural. The one serving drinks had chosen to shun any of the already-skimpy accoutrements the rest of his kin wore above-ground in the towns and settlements. Around me, most of the kobolds were entirely in their scales. Then again, it was our paladin that had scored us an invitation to this private soirée, so I shouldn't be surprised that clothes had been the first thing to go.

It had all started innocently enough. We'd been on the road and in need of supplies, and our paladin, Eeheki, said she knew a little town where we could rest and recoup not far from the trail. It'd actually been an additional two days cross-country into the foothills, but the densely forested taiga with its rolling slopes and bracken-filled valleys was more of a home to me than any imperial city.

When we arrived, even Mock, our bard, had little to complain about. It wasn't a city, but it was definitely more than a village. Rickety wooden huts adorned the granite face of a ravine, populated almost entirely by the skittering little lizard-folk known as kobolds. They were eager and excitable little things, and a brace of yammering little kobold-lets escorted our mounts as we checked into what passed for an inn.

Clearly we weren't the only visitors. A group of Tabaxi merchants were stopping over, and there was a loud (and borderline violent) negotiation happening in the marketplace. One of the Knights of the Realm had claimed the royal suite, which meant our party was stuck with the common room for the evening. As we went looking for provisions to refill our larder, we found a group of ten or twelve dragonborn pilgrims that were on a mission to the not-so-distant mountains to the east.

But unlike the other visitors to the town, we had Eeheki, and Eeheki was a persuasive mistress. I was busy unrolling equipment from my traveling gear when I heard the gnoll sweet-talking the kobold innkeeper. They gave me a furtive glance, and then a runner was sent. Ten minutes later, another kobold arrived, and more discussion was had. This continued until twilight approached.

<Good news! Re-pack your bags, I've got us better accommodations.> Eeheki informed as the short procession of the kobolds she'd had to convince scampered from the inn towards the back of the town, where the kobold's private abodes continued onward and downward into rock-hewn tunnels. As we'd walked, the bustling outer town with its varied collection of visitors abruptly faded into the much older careful tunnel-work of the kobolds, and no one we saw from that point forward lacked scales.

Up above we'd been customers. Down here, we were guests. The kobolds that had previously been guardedly eager became ravenously curious about our adventures. We had a solution for that, and his name was Mock.

The crow-like Kenku was in his element. He had a rapt and admiring audience that was unmarred by past experience with his over-shared stories and over-played songs. Not that he was bad as a bard. No, quite the opposite--he recreated what he'd heard so exactly that it was uncanny. The problem was that I'd bedded down to the same songs every night for the last year, and with our travels he hadn't had the opportunity to acquire new ones any time recently.

The kobolds, though, were enraptured by his antics and his stories. They especially liked the stories he told about the dragons we'd met--especially the ones where the dragons won. In my experience, that was the vast majority of encounters we'd had with dragons. That was intentional. We as an adventuring party had a wary truce with dragons. We didn't take contracts to slay them, and they didn't breathe fire on us when we accidentally strayed into their domains. It really was convenient for everyone involved.

Since Mock was able to entertain, I had the divine luxury of simply enjoying the hot springs and making occasional conversation with the little lizards. One of them asked if they could pet Uki--my animal companion. Much to the kobold's delight, Uki answered without needing my involvement by rolling onto his back. It was as if the hulking dire fox's bared belly was a beacon, because no less than three other kobolds had stopped their conversations to bury their hands in his thick fur. Currently, Uki was blissed out on the hewn stone floor, with his head laying to one side and tongue lolling limp.

I kicked my feet in the water--which now only felt stingingly warm--and sipped at the unknown drink that instead stung my throat as I swallowed. Another kobold joined me at the water side as we listened to Mock launch into a bawdy tale about a dragon and the princess he'd kidnapped. This one was lacking dashing knights, but definitely contained a wide away of amusing 'roars' from the bird's slack beak.

"His voice is quite extraordinary. He sounds like many different people, and I can't tell which of those voices is 'him'." The kobold mused to me. No, not kobold, at least not exactly. His tail was too long. His scales were keeled. His horns were longer and curved backwards. If he was a kobold, then he must have been a different breed than the rest of the skittering little reptiles around us. What was he? Dragonborn? No, that didn't fit.

"They're all him, and none of them." I answered. My new bathing companion gave me a sharp look, and I shrugged. "Okay, that was a useless answer. It's an Kenku thing. They can only repeat what they've heard. I think I read once that it was a curse from an old god. So every one of those words he's saying is actually repeated from some long-past conversation, or heard from other birds like him. They've been like this long enough that they've sanded down the differences in 'voice' for most words so it just sounds neutral. But any time you're hearing him sing a song? That's someone else he heard sing it, and he's playing them back, perfectly."

A kobold stopped by us as I explained. She held another cup, which she passed to the not-kobold that was sitting next to me. She gave a little curtsy--the only motion like it that I'd seen from one of the kobolds down here, then rushed away. What was that? Respect? Reverence? There was something of station there, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

My attention was grabbed, though, by a scene on the far side of the exchange. Eeheki and Ik had claimed a pool to themselves, further from the noise of our bard. Eeheki had another of the cups the kobolds had been passing around, but she wasn't drinking from it--not yet. Instead, her ratfolk slave had been set to ambush the bringer of the drinks. Ik was on her knees next to the pool, expertly wrapping her snout around the kobold's pride. He was struggling to remain upright as the ratling worked her muzzle-magic. I saw only flashes of detail as he disappeared between her lips, though that improved a moment later as the rat let him slip free. She aimed the now quite-visible kobold cock down towards her mistress' cup. Offhandedly, the gnoll paladin held it aloft, and the kobold juddered as he ejaculated messily into her drink. Always trust Eeheki to start a party off properly.

"That answers questions, and raises others." The not-kobold trailed his fingers through the hot pool, as if he hadn't just seen the same lascivious interlude. He was also well-spoken, which was unlike the rest of the mountain's residents. A mystery, indeed.

"The bard tells stories about dragons they claim you've met, but now I question whether those are simply repeated from other parties, or whether those were personal experiences, simply given other peoples' words."

Insightful as well. What manner of not-kobold were you, mysterious companion? I smiled at him and leaned back. "No, those were us alright--though you can put most of it down to bardic elaboration. We've met a few dragons in our travels. Mostly done jobs for them. They pay better than the dukes and barons, and are more likely to actually pay out even if the details of our solution weren't exactly what was discussed beforehand."

"Don't the humans mostly hire you to slay the dragons?" His head turned sideways like a curious dog.

I shook mine in response. "They hire some adventurers for that, sure. Mostly dumb yearlings that never return from their first mission. The smart ones get 'equipment and essentials' pay up front, then run away without ever seeing a dragon. The dumb ones also rarely ever see a dragon, but that's because most dragons we've met keep on competent minions. The veteran adventurers--like us--don't bother taking those types of contracts."

"Not profitable?" My mysterious companion continued.

"Not moral. We tend to slay only when it's necessary. As the group's ranger, I've persuaded the local magical wildlife to find better hunting grounds more often than not. As for the sentient beings, we run into so many idiot brigands, pirates, and backstabbing nobles eager to throw themselves on our swords to keep that one's dark god's blood lust sated." I pointed back at at our paladin, who was savoring the kobold-cum cocktail like a delicacy, while Ik was busy serving the kobold's friend who'd wandered over after seeing the making of Eeheki's drink and probably wanting in on the exotic mixology. "We're not the monsters. We don't need to go looking for uninterested or innocent parties to fill some sadistic quota. No, most dragons are happy with their little domains, and the petty lords with their contracts are usually just trying to usurp it. And those few dragons that decide they want to be a bigger problem? Well, they're above our pay grade. Leave that to the chosen ones and prophesied scions and all that."

The not-kobold next to me smiled, then slipped down into the hot water. He let out a happy hiss, then leaned against the side of the pool. "That's good to hear. I usually consider dragon-slaying the hobby of the suicidal and the dangerously naive, but it's gratifying to hear the same coming from an experienced adventurer."

"Well, I can't presume to speak for all adventurers, of course. Just me and my Uki here." I reached over to touch Uki's tail, but found that the kobold mob had grown. One of them was now straddling his belly as they stroked his chest. Another was rubbing one of his forepaws, and another was stroking his ears. "Um, you okay there, buddy? Need to be saved?"

In response, the dire fox let out a happy whine and closed his eyes in bliss. Clearly not. I left him to his thorough pampering and turned to watch Mock finish his song. I knew this one quite well. It was a fan favorite in the louder taverns he played. As the song progressed, the escapades of the dragon and the "maiden" became increasingly more and more explicit. Mock was a good judge of his crowd, and usually ended it when he felt he was about to overstep the societal taboos for the local area. This is the first time I'd heard him finish all seven final couplets about the interspecies coupling for a crowd larger than just our party's campfire. The kobolds were loving it--and with the way some of them were sporting erections it was clear that civilized boundaries would not be an issue tonight.

"So, what about you?" I asked of the kobold-yet-not-kobold that was watching the end of the lewd display with open amusement. "Visiting from another mountain? Or are you an adventurer yourself?"

"Neither." He shrugged, then gestured to the other kobolds. "This is my home, just as it's theirs."

I noticed that he held himself apart from that group. Ah. My suspicious were validated, and they led me to another guess. Call it a leap of intuition.

"So that means you're they're dragon. Do I have it right?" I stated casually, though I was feeling anything but. Were my ranger senses right?

In the water, the not-kobold twitched. Ah! I'd hit a nerve! "Clearly not. I thought you said you'd met dragons before."

"I have." I smiled and listened. I had it. I knew it. There was something satisfying about knowing a secret, and I was sure. I was so sure! "And I know how careful they are about visitors to their dens. They never approach them as a dragon--at least when they're not immediately hostile. Instead, they always polymorph themselves into something less intimidating so they can get the measure of their visitors. Smart things, dragons, and very magical."

"I see you have spent time around dragons, indeed. But, I must confess, I am just a lowly kobold." He humbly ducked his muzzle. Now that I looked at it, that wasn't right either. His muzzle was too long and angular, compared to the blunter muzzles of the rest of his kobolds. I was already beginning to think of them as his.

"Well-spoken for a kobold."

He gave me a sour glance. "They can be taught, you know."

"'They', not 'We'?"

"A slip of the tongue." He shrugged.

"Talking about tongue, yours is forked. Kobolds don't have forked tongues."

When he talked again, his voice sounded strange, as if he was trying to talk without the sibilant thrust of tongue from his mouth that had accompanied the rest of our conversation. "Ah, you're perceptive. My mother was a dragonborn."

"Dragonborn don't have tails. Yours is twice as long as the kobolds' are."

He turned around in the pool to face me. Both he and I paused for a moment, because with the way he was turned he was currently staring directly up the short dress I'd worn. Not that I was embarrassed about my body, but the unexpected stall in the conversation as he looked up between my legs to where I'd neglected to wear further undergarments made me suddenly more aware of the tone of the crowd around me. Partying with kobolds, indeed. Slowly, as if to accentuate that it was a casual motion and not at all prompted by his now guilty-looking gaze, I crossed my legs and cut off any view he might have had. "Very observant of you." He muttered.

"Yes." I glanced to the side, sharing his sudden social awkwardness.

And looking to the side, I saw that Uki was well and truly "partying with the kobolds." He was still getting all the belly-rubs he could ever want, but one of those curious kobolds was now rolling the dire fox's nuts around from one taloned hand to the other, and I could swear I saw a smear of liquid across the underside of the one straddled over his hips. The kobold rubbing his forepaws was now quite obviously male, and Uki was stuffing his muzzle up to get a good snuffling under-tail. Leave it to my big fox to luck his way into a truly absurd amount of dog-worship.

Mock's next song began, and I knew from just the few opening bars that he wasn't about to bring the temperature of the room down. This one was the lucky barmaid and the knight. And his horse. And his hunting hounds. It was what passed for crude humor even in the crudest of common taverns, but given the tone of the room, it was a carefully calculated ploy--and the damn bird knew it.

"Very well, clever minotaur." My bathing companion smiled up at me from just beside my crossed legs. "You're right. I am Ankalador, the dragon of this mountain. But I must disappoint you. I'm no genie. You don't get to make a wish, just because you guessed my identity."

"Oh, do I not?" I leaned back and smiled down at him. "Are you sure I couldn't be rewarded with one little boon, for solving your riddle?"

The dragon rolled his eyes. "Should have figured mercenaries would always be thinking of my hoard."

I squinted at him. "Are you so sure? I've spent a long time on the road as an adventurer, and I find the things I value most usually aren't measured in gold pieces." If that was the way the party was headed, I wasn't going to be left behind. I slowly uncrossed my legs again. The dragon glanced down. His forked tongue flicked out past his lips.

"I see." He mumbled. Oh, to the deities, was he embarrassed? "I admit I hadn't considered that you were... Ah... Wishing."

"Let's just say that all my interactions with dragons have been entirely mercenary up until now. It would have been unprofessional to proposition any of them. But you're not offering me a job today, are you? And I have been curious." I spread my legs slightly, because he definitely seemed to be enjoying the view.

"I admit I haven't tried that kind of entertainment in this body--at least apart from the kobolds that serve me."

"Oh, I wasn't suggesting your polymorphed form. As I said, I have been curious."

The look he gave me was inscrutable. Was he offended by my forwardness? I hoped not. Or maybe logistically it would be a problem. I'd met some older dragons--and they'd been sizeable. Definitely too large for me. But this one seemed younger. I'm sure there was some kind of fun we could have, and I definitely wanted to see.

"Ah. I'm not sure that would be possible." He turned his head away from my alluring display.

"Oh, as fun as this party is, I wouldn't object if we had to go to another chamber to give you room. I understand--dragons and all."

"No, you see--"

"Don't worry. Even if it won't work traditionally, I'm willing to work with you. It'll be an experience!"

Ankalador turned his reptilian head back towards me and gazed into my eyes this time--rather than between my legs. "Do you truly mean that? No matter what my true form ends up being?"

Was he really that big? Oh, what was I getting myself into? But I wasn't an adventurer just to pull back at the hint of possible danger. He didn't seem like he was going to hurt me, at least not intentionally. And I was starting to feel a little tingle between my thighs. I wanted this. I craved it!

"Yes. Unless it threatens bodily harm or danger to my life, I do mean it."

He seemed to think for a few moments, then nodded his snout. "Okay. Well you may want to scoot a few inches back to give me some room."

A few inches, rather than a few feet? Well, okay. I pushed and skidded back away from the pool, until my knees were on the rim and I'd made a triangle between my spread legs. If he had meant to ask for more room, now was his chance to ask for it.

But he didn't. He swam up between my legs and closed his eyes in concentration. In a moment of dizzying vertigo, his form winked and wavered in front of me. His spell of polymorph ceased with a clap of rushing air and the typical motes of brilliant and blinding energy that usually accompanied strong magics. As I blinked away the spots in my vision I looked to where he'd been and beheld... Nothing.

"Down here." I heard a thin, reedy voice call, and I pushed the hem of my dress down so I could see into the triangle my legs formed with the rim of the pool. There, between my knees, was a dragon. He was barely five inches from nose to haunches, though his long, whippy tail extended a good full body length behind him. His scales shined like miniature topazes, with eyes of piercing sapphire. He sat up on quadrupedal limbs and stretched his tiny bat-like wings to the sides. All told, he had maybe a foot of extended wingspan from tip to tip. And, as if to add extra absurdity to the view, I could see that he was sporting a rigid and half-inch long erection between his hind legs where he sat. "I do hope you intend to follow through with that promise, ranger."

"Ankalador?" I asked, dumbfounded.

The dragon lifted his serpentine head high, to almost half a foot of regal elevation. "One and the same. Are you disappointed?"

"No." That emerged with a rush. I was in no mood to anger a dragon. "Surprised is all. Is this normal for dragons?"

"For my family, at least." His wings mantled and gave a shrug. "And we aren't the only bloodline of miniature dragons, though we are rare."

"Well, I shall update my expectations, next time I party with kobolds. And I do mean it. Not disappointed in the slightest." And I wasn't. It wasn't what I'd expected, but he was a gorgeous dragon in miniature. I'd never really spent much time examining their form as a whole, since usually there was just so much of them to behold at once. "I'd never expected you to be so adora--"

"I warn you against finishing that sentence." I heard a tiny growl. "Unless you'd like to find out whether even miniature dragons possess full-scaled breath attacks."

"Adorned with nobility and grace." I finished. Mock was rubbing off on me.

That seemed to mollify him. "Well, as I said, I hope you're intending to follow through on that promise?"

I had promised, and even now I didn't regret it. Even if I wasn't going to feel much, I didn't in the least begrudge him his good time, and if I went unfulfilled tonight, it was at least quite a story I could tell! I smiled and reached down to stroke along his head crest, and he took that as permission to rub himself against my left inner-thigh.

Around us, the party hadn't lagged behind. I heard an odd counter-tempo to Mock's singing, and I glanced up to see one of the kobolds had ducked beneath his lute. I could only assume what was happening beneath there, because counter-point to his strumming the bird-bard was thrusting his hips and knocking the kobold's head against the back of his musical instrument. True to his sneaky nature, all I could see of our rogue was a spotted Tabaxi tail sticking out from behind a slim natural stone pillar, though with the way it was twitching I could only assume he was receiving some kind of attention himself.

I turned to the side and reached out, catching one of Uki's outstretched hind paws. If I ended the party unsated, at least I could see whether he'd go another round. But at a glance, it looked like he might end up being a bit spent. The kobold that was riding his belly had now visibly gotten the filling she was after. As she lifted and rolled backwards, I could see my dire fox's cock sliding between her scaled lips. So could the rest of the audience that had assembled to Uki's hind end, along with one pair of hands stroking his sheath, another cradling his balls, and a third kobold was stroking the fox's wriggling tail while they buried their muzzle between the feral fox's rump cheeks. As if my pet weren't already being given the full treatment, the rest of the kobolds stroking and rubbing him had continued, with belly and chest rubs, paw stroking. One industrious kobold was even pushing Uki's paw-pads against a dripping and tapered kobold shaft.

As I watched, the kobold girl riding his belly came around him, squirting and dribbling her fluids down around his now-unsheathed knot, and the many hands stroking him below. A squabble broke out as she stood, the fox's twitching cock sliding free of her stretched slit and flopping down into waiting kobold hands that squeezed and rubbed him. A male kobold won the contest and swung a leg over Uki's belly. The blissed-out fox barely reacted as the next scaly rump sat back against his tip, and with a smooth glide lubricated by the previous she-kobold's peak, another eager scaled admirer started to ride my pet.

Perhaps Ankalador would let me borrow one of his kobolds afterwards. With all this going on around me, I really didn't want to be the only one to end the night feeling like they hadn't gotten the tail they wanted. I felt a soft touch below as the dragon slithered up beneath my dress. Miniature hands caressed my lips, and I felt the feather-soft tickle of a toy-sized tongue flick at my clit. Ah well. At least afterwards I could say I'd had a dragon.

Then I felt a slithering push up between my folds and deeper into my passage. That was definitely more than the half-an-inch I'd seen. Just seconds later, I felt the kiss of wing-folds against me. Wait, was that his head--and his neck--that were squirming against my tunnel? A moment later, the dragon between my legs pushed and slid. The wings twitched inside me. I was too tight for him to unfurl them, but I could at least feel their texture as a complicated set of ridges that slid over one another as Ankalador pushed himself deeper. His long, whippy tail caught one of my thighs and curled around it. Oh, dear Mythra, there were his fore and hind legs, all four of them pushing my inner walls out to make room for him as he slithered up and in entirely--only his slender tail anchoring himself to the outside.

And he felt good. I'd taken bulls bigger than the entirety of him before, so he was no strain in size. But none of those bulls had crawled around inside me and searched for all the secret places that made me feel great with such exactitude. I laid back against the stone floor and let him work, closing my eyes to enjoy the sensations. Little limbs reached here and there, and when he found someplace that made me squirm, or flutter around him, or got me even wetter around him, he abused it. I could feel his serpentine head pressing against the side of my tunnel where he found a particularly nice place to batter, then I felt a blossom of heat deep inside. If that was his properly scaled breath attack, then it was the most blissfully warm use of a flame spill I've ever encountered.

I heard a soft whine, and opened my eyes to see Uki's face pressed up against mine. He had squirmed around to reach me, and he was now bent almost in half as the kobolds rode him relentlessly. He had a splatter of sticky cum across his chest, and it looked like another kobold girl had taken up riding him. I knew my fox's sounds. She was the lucky one. His forelegs curled down from where they were being to masturbate the cheeky male in between them and grasped the kobold girl's thighs. She let out an expressive yip. Four or five seconds later I (and the rest of their audience) could see the dire fox cum dribbling down his dick from where he was now starting to over-fill the petite koboldess. Uki licked at my mouth, and I opened it to let him lap at my gums as I joined him in our respective peaks.

I heard a soft gasping from between my legs as I shuddered through my orgasm. Gods, I was wet. I spied a sticky and slickened draconic head peek up from beneath my dress. He smiled a devious little grin as he watched me collect feral kisses from my pet, then he let out a shrill whistle. Kobold heads turned to face him from where the crowd was stroking, caressing, and otherwise bothering Uki's junk. One of the kobolds--a male that was twitchingly hard from his slit--stood and scuttled over to me.

"Hold up a moment. There's already--" I started, but the kobold shook his head.

"Is okay! Kobold know what to do when master whistle!" He said matter-of-factly and knelt between my legs.

I had the sudden realization that I'd been tricked. Oh, that slick little bastard! I would give him a piece of my mind, just as soon as he was done giving me the whole of his body. Not only had he done this before, but so often that his kobolds knew what he liked while he was doing it! I felt a sudden rush of shame for having been fooled.

But what had I expected, and what had I wanted, really? I had assumed the dragon would be experienced, and it appears he was. Then I had incorrectly assumed the dragon wasn't--and wouldn't be able to satisfy me. Well, I'm lucky I'd been wrong! Was I really ashamed that he was actually as practiced as I'd originally hoped he'd be? How contrary was that! "How dare you be as experienced as I'd originally assumed and hoped you'd be, rather than as inexperienced as I momentarily thought you might be just because of your unconscious reactions to my lewd request!" No, I wasn't going to be that petty. I--

Oh, holy fuck, was that kobold about to fuck me with the dragon already in there?

I felt Ankalador twist around inside me. I lifted the hem of my dress to watch, and I saw his hind-end sticking out from my snatch, with legs outspread to hug the kobold's cock as it approached. The thin, whippy little tail curled twice around the kobold's shaft at its base, then pulled the little male forward until I felt the slick taper touch my lips. Uki whined against my lips as I gasped. The kobold felt wonderfully warm as he pushed inside, along with the intricately textured dragon's body hugging against its underside.

When the kobold's crotch met mine, I expected him to tug back and give me a proper fucking. Apparently he was under other orders. He held himself hilted as the dragon inside my got to work. Wings pressed against my walls and made room for four limbs to stroke the kobold and push him erratically against me. The kobold fucking me only came up past my belly to lower chest, so I reached down to stroke his chin as he closed his eyes and shivered in bliss. He must have been on edge from his previous 'bold-and-fox show, because in just moments I started to feel twitchy little spurts slicking my tunnel. He seems to be incapable of stopping the little rolling humps he gave my stretched sex as the dragon milked him out into my increasingly velvety-feeling tunnel.

I lay back and enjoy the sensation, letting my attention wander as all the internal sensations quickly built me towards a second peak. The kobold that had been rimming Uki pulled his snout up and left a finger behind to tease my pet's tail hole. He looked towards Uki's head--and mine--for confirmation. Uki's already splayed hind legs widened further, and the wiggling fox tail tilted to the side. That was about the best invitation the kobold could get. So as the next kobold in an increasingly worrying line gyrated on top of Uki's cock, another kobold sat on his tail and wiggled close until the slick taper pushed through the dire fox's puckered anus.

At this point, I noticed the singing had stopped. I glanced towards our bard and found him bracing against the rim of one of the pools, his lute laying on the ground beneath him with its bulbous side facing upwards. The kobold that was fucking him pulled the bird's hips up into a vigorous thrust, and I watched thin spurts of Mock's cum paint the ground--and the back of his musical instrument--in long tendrils that webbed together stickily.

I felt some movement inside me that brought me back to the here-and-now as the kobold pulled back. The dragon delved deep, and I felt a tentative touch to my furthest depths. Then a slightly uncomfortable pressure blossomed, then faded as it was replaced with pleasure. Surrounded by what I expected was now quite a slippery environment, Ankalador had found somewhere much tighter to push and rub against. It took me a few moments to identify those sensations, since they weren't ones I regularly received pleasure from. I think, from the way he curled inside me, the miniature dragon had found my cervix. That slim prod I'd seen jutting up from between his hind legs so proudly before he'd begun his delve slid effortlessly past my resistance. I felt a gentle twitch-throbbing. I imagined what else I couldn't feel--that the dragon was now most likely spraying directly into my womb with his skinny prick nestled in my dangerously sensitive inner ring.

A moment later I felt a shifting that made me gasp as he tugged on the kobold that was his anchor. When he emerged and crawled up onto my dress, he was a sticky sight, his gloriously brilliant topaz scales dulled by a thin sheen of kobold cum. His tail uncurled and freed the kobold, who staggered a few steps away and collapsed into one of the hot springs.

Lethargy washed over me. I remember more from that night only in snippets of blurry recollection. At some point Uki rose to find a less public place to rest, effortlessly dragging an unfortunate kobold girl along behind him by his knot. Another time I must have been sleeping and woke to a soft strumming as mock cleaned and re-tuned his lute. Once more, I woke when a kobold carefully lifted Ankalador from my belly where he'd curled like a cat.

There was no sun this deep in the kobold caves, but my internal clock told me it was morning when I woke. True to the idiom, I had paid for the "kobold party" in style. I awoke naked--some kind person had taken my now ruined dress to be cleaned. Penniless? Well, technically. We'd spent the proceeds of our last adventure on supplies that should last us months. So I guess this is confirmation that the saying rings true.

What the saying doesn't make clear is how nice it feels to wake after a night of partying with kobolds to someone licking you clean. A clever looking male with ruby-colored scales was between my legs with his head down and his tail up. He lifted his head when I shifted. Some of last night's entertainment was dripping from his snout. When I felt awake enough to move, I let him invite me into the nearby hot spring, which I find much more amenable now than it had seemed last night. I sat in his lap, and enjoyed the way he made sharp-tipped waves in the water as he humped up into me.

His yipping as he came woke Mock, then a minute later I saw Uki stick his head around a corner. My fox was looking thoroughly used, and his fur was all mussed up. He'd need a good brushing later.

The morning-after party was as sleepy and lazy as last night's party had been energetic. A breakfast of enigmatically gray-colored fried eggs and crumbling sweet-bread made the rounds, and I decided not to think too hard on their origin. My dress emerged by the time I was done with the hot bath and was busy drying my fur--a lengthy operation on even the best of days.

"Will the dragon be joining us this morning?" I asked innocently, but was met by kobold cackles and yips. One made a snoozy motion with its hands, and another shook their head.

<He has entered torpor. It is unlikely he'll join anyone for breakfast for the next few years.> Eeheki said from behind me as she chewed her eggs.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, was he not supposed to... Ehm... Participate last night?" I asked, trying some of that 'diplomacy' that the gnoll had been trying to teach me.

<Worry yourself not. He was due to sleep soon. It was fortuitous that some adventurers happened by to see him off properly into a long goodnight.>

I caught a subtle implication in her statement. "Fortuitous, eh? Had you been planning this all along?" I asked her. The gnoll's lips lifted into a smile and soft cackle around the grayish eggs.

<The dark mother provides to those who are worthy. It was not planned, but I felt the call.>

As much as I disliked being some tool in some sexual divine reward, I felt more satisfied than I had in months. Uki flipped over in front of me, demanding a grooming as the rest of my party prepared our supplies and equipment for the next leg of our journey. I brushed the kobold cum from my companion's fur. Perhaps, I mused, the saying about kobold parties should be updated. But following that was the question of how many other similar sayings had been based on half-truths, with a spicy undertone as I considered which of them I should test out next.

Maybe I should ask Eeheki--she would know better. But hadn't there been a saying about being ambushed by gnolls?