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"Alright, I've got the booze!" Brandon announced to the party of three sitting around the poker table. A pair of beer bottles tinkled against one another from each of his paws as he navigated to the last available seat on the far side of the living room. He quickly divvies out three of the four bottles, cracking the final one open--a sharp tap to the corner of the table does the job--and taking a sizeable swig to start the night off.

"Okay, so I know I said we were going to be playing strip poker, but I have a totally better option--"

"If it involves magic, I'm out." The small fox interrupted on his right. They eyed him with a suspicious glare that was all too hard to take seriously on their adorable, furry face. "I've been had way too many times with your stupid, magic-infused bullshit games that you somehow _conveniently_win."

"Come on Dip," Shaun said from across the table with mild exasperation, "it'll be fun, relax..."

"Don't tell me to RELAX, you and Brandon both are always the winners! Milo and I haven't won the last three games we've played, and don't think I'm still not upset at being stuck wearing that maid's outfit!"

Brandon reached over to playfully bat at the fox's ears as the other two friends unsuccessfully attempted to hold back a fit of giggles. "Aww, come on Dip, that dress perfectly accented your orange fur, I know you were loving it. Mmm... I certainly was."

"I didn't love it when I had to go to class wearing it! It was SO embarrassing--stop laughing!"

Brandon waved off their complaints with another sip of his beer. "It was the last day of classes before break, most students were already off campus. Besides, it's your senior year, little guy like you has gotta live it up while ya can."

The fox bristled at the final comment but didn't bite back any further.

Brandon eyed the kobold on his left. "Any objections from you?"

Milo only shook their head in response, which only rose a few inches above the game table's surface. The gray-scaled kobold truly was a pipsqueak, even compared to Dip. All the better for tonight's game...

"Like I was saying before I was interrupted, we'll be playing strip poker with a twist." The dragon began to deal out four hands of five cards in quick fashion. "We bet in inches, like we've done in the past, but with the added benefit for each round's winner; all losers will--how should I word it--become more infatuated with the winner's scent."

"So, the losers just become small and horny for the winner? Nothing else after the game ends? No chance of getting toted around campus as your little boy toy?"

Brandon held up his hands innocently. "No other tricks! Unless that's what you want, then I can most certainly make it happen..." Dip's eyes quickly averted Brandon's, though the dragon noticed the glance given to his groin.

"Also, can I add that we please make this game last longer than two rounds?" Shaun said, looking directly at Milo as he throws out the comment. "Not trying to drop names, but..."

"Okay! Okay! I won't purposefully lose this time, I swear! I was in a mood that day, I couldn't help myself."

"And what mood was that? Hungry for wolf cock?" Dip joked, but was caught off guard with Milo's enthusiastic nodding.

Brandon clapped his paws together before the fox could find another snarky remark. Crackling sparks shot out from the dragon's claws, zigzagging over the head of the table for a few seconds before fizzling out.

"Alright, the game has officially begun!"

"You're so extra." said Shaun.

"Right? Like we know you have magic, no need to shove it up our a--"

"I SAID, the game has begun." Brandon reiterated, cutting the fox short once more. "Blind bet is one inch."

Milo was the first player up, simply tapping the table to denote the choice to check. Shaun and Dip agreed with the check, leaving it back to Brandon. He scratched at tiny, crimson scales along his chin while he drew out his turn in mock consideration. He already had a good hand going with a two-pair... time to spice things up.

"I'll raise an inch."

Milo and Shaun were daring enough to the raise after short consideration of their own hands, but Dip let loose a dramatic sigh as they tossed their cards to the center of the table. "You just had to get frisky on the first round, didn't ya?" the fox pouted.

Milo asked for three new cards; judging from their grimace, they apparently were of no help. Shaun asked for the same, but unlike their kobold companion, the wolf had no obvious tells to gauge any information from. Brandon traded in his outlier card, disappointed with another trash card that still left him with his original two pair. The second round of betting was a simple check all the way around, none of the remaining players wanting to lose too much on the very first round.

"Ready? Three, two, one..." Three sets of cards hit the table. Shaun let out of whoop while the other two compared their losing hands to his winning two-pair, just inching ahead of Brandon's two-pair.

"Hah! Got lucky there, didn't I?" The wolf said, making a big deal of leaning back with their paws resting behind their head. They excitedly watched as Dip, Milo, and Brandon each lost their bets in height. Dip's loss was hardly noticeable since he'd only lost one inch, and Brandon's shrinking was also not super obvious, either; he still easily towered over everyone else at the table, even after losing the first round.

Milo's reduction was certainly the most noticeable, the poor kobold being nearly eye level with the table now. Milo's ears slowly lowered until they sat flush against their head as all eyes at the table focused solely on them, not daring to meet anyone's gaze for much longer than a glance, unsurprisingly submissive as always.

"Ah, seeing someone shrink right before your eyes... it never gets old," Shaun continued to brag, riding out the waves of victory for as long as he could. "So, I gotta ask as the winner here, are you guys noticing any difference yet?"

"I--I can check." Milo piped up first, quickly jumping off their chair and scrabbling up onto the wolf's lap. The kobold shoved their nose into Shaun's chest and took an obnoxiously loud inhale that had everyone else choking with laughter. "Hmm... No? At least, you smell nice like you always do, but no different, I think."

"I'll check too, but I'm not snorting him in like a vacuum cleaner." Milo leapt back off as the fox leaned over to smell the wolf's shirt. He pulled back with a critical look on their snout, leaning in to take another quick whiff.

"No difference. You smell the same, I think." Dip looked over at the dragon with a devilish smirk. "New rule! All losers must smell the winner for game integrity purposes!"

"I'm the only one who makes the rules around here, since it is my apartment," the dragon answered. He considered the rule for a moment before conceding, "But it is a good rule, so I'll allow it."

The dragon stood up and made his way around to the wolf. He leaned over the back of their seat to breathe in the black fur covering their neck. It seemed there was nothing extraordinary to the usual wolf's smell. Though, now that it lingered... could that be something more that continued to tickle the dragon's senses?

"I think... maybe? Better than your normal 'wet dog' smell, at least," Brandon said, already slipping away to the kitchen before they could retaliate with a playful swipe.

"You keep saying that kind of stuff, see what happens when I make you my newest little toy." Shaun said with a growl. They settled back in their chair again with a pleased expression. "Ahh... gotta say, it was nice getting all the attention for once. We should do that more often, and more thoroughly too."

Dip couldn't resist continuing the banter while Milo began dealing the next round of cards, "Tough luck for you then; only winners get more attention."

"Weren't you the one that just said I always win?"

"Shaun, your bet!" Milo interjected between their back-and-forth commentary.

"Wait, wait!"

Brandon was carefully holding four shot glasses filled to the brim as he made his way back to the table. "A little extra motivation to get the game rolling... Ah, there!" he said, placing down the glasses at the center of the table. "A gift from me to us!"

"Trying to get Milo and I plastered?"

"No! Of course not, I would never!" Brandon argued, trying to beg forgiveness with an innocent smile. He and Dip stared off for a few moments before he pouted, "Fine! Shaun and I will double up, happy?"

"Heh, so happy, dear," they answered with their own cheeky grin.

Two additional shot glasses were brought to the table for the two larger anthros. With both of his in hand, Brandon sounded off with the others, bringing them up to his open maw to drain in quick fashion.

"Argh, yuck! That stuff is vile!" Shaun sputtered after finishing his second shot. Dip and Milo seemed to agree with their own grimacing snouts. Brandon couldn't help squirming a little himself from the potent taste.

Shaun started the next round off with a check, but Dip quickly raised the pot two inches, side-eyeing Brandon with a wicked glint in their eye. The dragon returned a cool gaze as he called the raise. Milo and Shaun also called, leaving the pot total at three inches.

This time around, Brandon's two new cards landed him big; the full house he'd been looking for last round was now in his hand. He could already picture the looks of dismay on the other's faces. When the bet came around to him, only checks so far, he casually raised another two inches, earning three reluctant calls. Everyone at the table, including him, were piss-poor judges of when someone was bluffing or not.

"Son of a bitch, I knew these games were rigged in their favor!" Dip was the first to exclaim when everyone's hand was revealed, already shrinking their loss of five inches, clothes noticeably baggier on their body.

"Quiet down small stuff, let me bathe in this feeling of sweet, sweet victory... Oh, and speaking of sweet--Dip, would you care to do the honors?"

The fox made a dramatic show of rolling their eyes at his invitation. They reluctantly sidled over--all for show, Brandon was sure; the fox was no stranger to every inch of the dragon's body--and leaned in to take a whiff of the dragon. The joking attitude was seemingly lost to genuine surprise, their eyes lighting up a little, nose lingering against Brandon's shirt.

"Oh wow--uhh, it's definitely more noticeable this time... you smell nice."

Milo was the next to check and had an equally surprised reaction. "You're right, he does smell really good," the little kobold said.

"You think everyone smells good." Shaun said to Milo, stopping on their way past to give them a few rubs behind each of kobold's large ears. After taking their turn to smell him, the wolf narrowed their eyes in thoughtful consideration. "...I guess you do smell nicer, much better than your usual stench."

"Hah, someone's still pouting about a certain remark I made! You know, if you showered more often, and that's a big if, I wouldn't need to say anything."

"Can't help it Milo adores my stink," Shaun says with a shrug, sitting back down at their side of the table.

Milo cutely smiled at their wolf companion in agreement, "Yeah... guilty."

"And no more from you, pup," Brandon said to the fox still leaned against his side. "Not until you're significantly smaller, at least."

The third round began with an immediate raise from Dip of two inches, who still looked a little bit dreamy, their giddy smile too far stretched across their muzzle. Brandon called the raise, nothing particularly special in his hand but still worth a try, and both Milo and Shaun shortly followed suit. Dip and Milo traded two cards, Brandon three, and Shaun two. This time Brandon wasn't quite so lucky, another two-of-a-kind, nothing to sneeze at though.

"Anymore big bets pup, or are you coming up short?" he taunted, hoping to stir up the fox's competitive side a little for his benefit.

"HAHA, hilarious joke Brandon, I haven't heard a variation of that joke a dozen times over. And, in fact, I think I will bet, let's say... nine inches to make the total an even foot?" A collection of oohs came from the other half of the table. "But I've gotta ask: are you big enough to call the bet?"

"Oh shit! I'll go ahead and pre-emptively say that I'm out." Shaun tossed their cards in the center. Milo discarded their own cards in silent agreement.

"What's it gonna be, do you feel lucky, punk?" Dip continued to jab at Brandon, throwing out a terrible Clint Eastwood impersonation while the others watched intently from the sidelines.

Brandon was contemplating... while he didn't have a great hand, he wasn't entirely sure Dip did either, given how much the fox was making a scene. It would be like Dip to try smooth talking to the finish line.

"I'll call." Brandon finally answered.

The room stood still with bated breath, little Milo leaning desperately against the table to get the best view possible, and Shaun's paws wrapped around their snout, eagerly awaiting the outcome. Dip and Brandon hesitated at the final moment--this first true casualty on the line, a potential foretelling of the night's course--until finally they both slapped their cards down.

"Shit!"

"Yes! Fuck yeah! Uh oh big boy, looks like you're going down tonight! You can't outsmart this little fox that easily!"

Brandon shuddered, both from the shock of defeat and the tingling of his own magic at work, his body rapidly diminishing in his chair. His shirt was suddenly several sizes too large, practically a dress at this point, and his pants were ready to slip off his waist at the slightest adjustment. It wasn't a feeling he was all that familiar with, not when he played games with Dip--it was usually the other way around...

"Aw, look at my little guy..."

Brandon looked up at the fox now. An odd sight to see the fox at the same level. Their expression was all confidence, a hungry dominance that so strongly craved to be sated. The dragon worried he would continue shrinking under their ravenous gaze.

"Come on over here, be the first to bask in my essence."

Brandon, desperately wanting to make it quick, made his move towards the fox--only to nearly be tripped up in his own clothes. With a few grunts of effort, he discarded his clothing to the side and readied his nose to press against the fox's chest. A finger so gently on the tip of his snout paused his advancement. "Ah-ah-ah... I think a little pup like yourself knows their place is down lower."

Brandon's snout scrunched at the unexpected command. He attempted a quick nip at their finger but only managed to chomp down on empty space. Flustered and subdued, the dragon positioned himself in front of the Dip's crotch. A side glance caught Milo and Shaun leaning below the table to get a view of the dragon's new position. A hand firmly wrapped around his horn commanded him back to focus on the prize in front of him.

"Deep breath," the fox said, pulling the dragon in closer now. Brandon gave into their demand and planted his snout directly into the sheath to take it all in.

Holy--_they smelled _so good, so potent and all encompassing. He couldn't resist another breath of the fox... and another. He felt himself quickly stirring below, a fiery, burning heat emanating from his sheath. Small moans escaped his muzzle between gulps of their scent.

"Hah, must like my scent quite a bit," they said with a rub of their foot against the fabric containing the dragon's own puffy sheath. They seemed to be relishing in the visual spectacle before them, watching his willpower shatter before their very eyes. Dip must've felt his emerging penis, giving it a few gentle nudges with one of their toes. Brandon let out another silent whimper and bucked against their mild teasing.

"Alright, I've got other customers to greet, I'll have more fun with you later." The paw still gripping his horn gave a forceful shove, pulling the dragon back to reality.

Brandon huffed in a few ragged gulps of fresh air, looking up to the smiling fox that'd been toying with him so easily. Brandon hastily stood up and retreated back to his chair, ignoring the other two who'd lined up to have their turn with Dip. He struggled to catch his breath in the aftermath of it all. Beneath each lungful was the lingering odor of Dip still smeared on the tip of his nose, each inhale making his cock twitch at the lovely hints of their scent.

Milo and Shaun didn't have near the same reaction when taking in Dip's aroma. Brandon thought it was a bit unfair they weren't forced to suffocate under the table, gulping several lungsful of heavenly stink--Brandon vigorously wiped a paw across his snout in a futile attempt to clear his mind.

"You okay there Brandon?"

All three were watching each of his moves with interest while all cards were being collected for the next hand. Brandon cleared his throat to say, "Yeah, never better..." which was thankfully the truth for the most part, if he could ignore the pestering tension between his legs. The next set of cards were being dealt out by Dip while the dragon awkwardly shuffled in his seat.

The group's casual atmosphere dispersed at the start of the next round. Everyone was dead serious now... except for the kobold, who was dreamily eyeing the wolf more so than their own cards.

Brandon was first up to bet this time. He hesitantly picked up his cards, desperate hope for some respite after that humiliating round. Relief fell like a cascading waterfall down his scales. Luck was back in his favor--three-of-a-kind from his starting hand--granting him some leeway to shake up the pot in his favor.

"I'll raise three inches," he said, answered by a round of resounding agreement. Dip slid two new cards out to Brandon. If he could make out with the final jack from the deck...

The first card was nothing; a measly three of hearts. The second... jack of clubs! It took all the dragon's power to contain his rejuvenated spirits, holding his poker face steady while the others considered their own hands.

"Another five inches," Brandon announced after some mock contemplation of his cards. Milo and Shaun called the raise without any fuss. Dip shot him a quick smirk before flicking his cards to the middle of the table.

Brandon hid his honest disappointment behind a throaty chuckle. "Scared that I might return the favor?"

"I'm not losing another five inches for no reason," Dip replied, sticking out his tongue at the dragon.

A flip of everyone's hands revealed a measly one-pair from Milo and a surprising flush from Shaun, the latter groaning when they saw four jacks laid out in front of them. Brandon thought he might've heard some seriously disgruntled remarks from under their breath. Another wave of shrinking left Shaun considerably smaller, Dip mostly the same, and Milo dropping further and further downward. He eyed all three with a deep satisfaction that brought back hints of his normal, cocky-dragon self.

"Welp, I'm pit-stopping at the fridge for more beer, Milo and Dip can be the first to do the honors," Shaun said, making no attempt to hide their grumbly attitude after suffering another loss.

"Grab me another too, will you? My hands are gonna be full of these two for a bit..."

Milo was already down beside Brandon's chair, surprising him when they slipped under the gap of his leg to pop back up in front of his still-bulging groin. The kobold didn't hesitate to greedily shove their snout into his bulge.

Dip rushed under the table with a yell, "Hey! That's my spot!"

Both the smaller anthros squabbled for a bit before picking a side of the swollen sheath to get snuggled up against. Shaun let out a barking laugh when he caught sight of the two little snouts buried in Brandon's crotch.

"They seem to be enjoying themselves," they said, handing Brandon his beer and taking a few swigs of their own while observing the show.

"Hmm... I think someone's forgetting to join them," Brandon idly commented between sips of his own drink, reaching out an offering hand for their bottle. The wolf's ears splayed at the suggestion, but they agreed to forfeit the beer--not before taking another few gulps--and drop below the table to join the party.

"Make room squirts!" A third head popped up between the others and, without wasting any time to join in, pressed directly up against his sheath.

"Ahh..." Brandon leaned his head far back, enjoying the thrilling shivers up his spine from the three invading snouts, their muffled snuffling music to his ears. Without looking, he reached down to pet his subordinate playthings. None seemed to notice the petting--or they were too fixated to care--as he tenderly rubbing lazy circles along their snouts and ears. They were doing such a wonderful job of serving him that he didn't feel the need to bother them much further, instead choosing to fully enjoy the many jolting sensations from a snout nudging here, a shuddering moan there.

Brandon opened his eyes again after a few minutes of silent indulgence. One by one, he pushed each of their heads tighter into his crotch before finally yanking them away. Dip and Shaun took some unsteady steps backwards once they'd been pulled off, but it took some additional convincing to peel Milo away from the dragon's sack.

All of them looked in a daze as they slowly settled back in their individual seats. Shaun reached for their beer from Brandon and raised it to their maw to drain half the bottle at once. Dip and Milo followed Shaun's example, guzzling down the remainder of their own neglected drinks.

"Heh, you guys are looking a little rough after that one."

"mmMPH..." came the muffled yell of Dip, head cradled in their arm against the table. Milo was also slumped forward after finishing the last of their own bottle. Shaun vigorously rubbed both eyes before grabbing their beer for another draught.

Brandon considered the wreckage with a casual sip of his bottle. Maybe he made the spell a little too potent...

"mmmMM'kay, I'm good... I think," Dip said, head rolling sideways to speak to the group.

"Alcohol isn't helping as much as I hoped," Shaun muttered.

"I'm okay... oh wait--" Milo let loose an impressive belch for such a small kobold. "Yeah--now I'm good."

Another round of cards was dealt to the weathered crew. Dip and Shaun gingerly collected their hands, like any moment they might expect them to come alive and snap at their claws. Milo didn't even budge to collect theirs.

"One f--foot," Milo announced with a mild slur.

"Uhh..." muttered Shaun, glancing at the giggling pair beside them and back to the fading kobold. "You sure about that?"

"You heard me... One. Foot."

"Alright. One foot it is. I'll call."

Dip folded with an impassive grunt, and Brandon gave a wink to Shaun before tossing his in as well. Milo shook their head when asked for more cards, still refraining from looking at the current hand they'd been dealt.

"Someone's ready to be my little plaything," Shaun sneered, casually flipping their cards over; two-pair, eight high. Milo finally showed some life as they flipped their cards face up.

"NO FUCKIN' WAY!" exclaimed Dip, practically bouncing in their chair. Brandon bent forward over the table in a fit of laughter. Even Milo was completely stunned by the two-pair, king high. "Milo did NOT just win like that! No chance!"

"What the fu--" Shaun couldn't finish their sentence before rapidly shrinking down and out of sight. Brandon let loose another burst of laughter that left him wheezing for air.

Milo wasn't offput by the shocking win. Instead, they were positively beaming at the sight of their newly miniaturized partner; the stupefied wolf didn't understand the new feeling tugging under their arms until he was being held face-to-face with the enlarged kobold. Shaun balked at the predatory gaze of their partner.

"You're mine tonight little guy..." Shaun responded with an audible gulp. The tiny wolf couldn't stop the sudden invading tongue from pressuring its way into their mouth. They locked together in their wet embrace long enough to leave both gasping for air by the end, each mouthful of air spelling demise for the wolf. Shaun's legs became anchoring weights at the profoundly intoxicating smell that was sucked in through their nostrils, their brain seemingly turning to mush in an instant. Only Milo's steady hands kept them upright while gravity took its toll on their limp body.

The kobold couldn't help snickering at the pitiful sight. A few attempts to reposition their lover was finally met with success; Milo's paws locked around the wolf's butt to hold them against their chest. Shaun didn't complain in the slightest, their head nuzzled into the kobold collar bone.

"Come on honey, let's find somewhere a little more private." Milo whispered to the wolf. They awkwardly marched off to the next room, winking at the other two on the way out, Dip and Brandon both throwing out a thumbs up to the big winner.

A great silence fell over the room with the absence of half the players. The remaining pair took some time to cool down from the excitement of the last round and refocus on the game at hand.

"Just you and I baby..." Dip kicked back in their chair as they began reshuffling the deck, wearing a cocky smile that matched their lax stance. "You wouldn't mind joining Shaun with... you know, getting the short end of the stick, right?"

Brandon snorted at the fox's feisty attitude. They were always a gutsy little punk that didn't know when to back down. The much larger dragon would usually take this moment to put the little fox in their place. In truth, the dragon was getting nervous at the very real possibility of coming out on the losing side tonight.

Their power dynamic had always left Brandon in the dominant position of their relationship, and Dip was all for it. They may complain--very often and loudly--about the treatment received as the sub of the relationship, yet they were always moaning for more of Brandon's cock when push came to shove.

Tonight was not the same; the feisty fox was more resolute, more ballsy than usual. It was an alluring surprise that caught the dragon unawares. He still hadn't completely recovered from Dip's previous winning hand. His confidence crumbled when he'd been sent under the table and shoved deep in his partner's crotch. He couldn't forget their scent, not forgotten but no longer present, leaving Brandon wanting more. He did want more, so badly... Those vulnerable thoughts spiderwebbed around his brain in confusing patterns that left him an anxious mess.

"I wouldn't count on your luck, Dipsy," he countered, faking his own cool demeanor while cracks continued to spread through his defenses. His façade felt useless under Dip's scrutinizing gaze, teeth shining out from his devilish grin.

"Dipsy, eh?" Cards neatly slid along the table from the fox's deal. "Reverting to name calling... You're not afraid of losing, are ya baby?"

The fox shrugged in absolution at his own question. "I know I certainly would be--big, bad dragon taken down by little ol' me."

Brandon chose to ignore the comment and instead pick up his cards. Nothing great, a single pair of sevens, definitely not the hand to set Brandon's mind at ease. Rows of scales clicked down his back, an obvious sign of a hot, flustered dragon, each audible tick making the dragon inwardly wince. He checks after brief hesitation.

"Come on Brandon, you gotta bet big if you wanna win big." Dip raised their hand, all fingers extended. "Let's make it five inches, that sound interesting?"

"Yeah, yeah... I'll call."

Brandon slid his three burn cards across the table. Their replacements weren't any better, still leaving him with only a single pair. Dip replaced a single card and continued to eye Brandon with a smug expression that creeped under his scales. This round was already over; Dip was quick to bet another six inches the instant he checked, and he wasn't willing to gamble on a pair of sevens. Dip looked all too satisfied watching Brandon's cards slide facedown across the table.

The shivering sensation of magic trailed down Brandon's spine once more. His world shifted around him, not quite so much to be completely disorienting, but still requiring a few slow blinks to take in the unusual perspective.

"Over here, baby." Brandon's focus turned to the sound of Dip's voice. The fox was already out of their chair, arms folded across their chest. "I'm waiting... Over here, now," he impatiently barked, a tone Brandon was very familiar with using when roles were reversed. Brandon cowed at the command--it was so odd, so bizarre to hear his partner be the one in control--as he hastily scurried over to them, coming to a halt when their hand met his chest.

"Hmph, still a few inches taller--not for long, I'd reckon."

"I'm sorry..." Brandon whimpered, not entirely sure why he felt sorry in the first place; maybe it was the emphasized disappointment that coated each of his partner's words. The scorn made him feel smaller, even if he wasn't yet.

"Don't worry yourself." Dip slid a hand along the dragon's cheekbone. Brandon leaned into the touch with another pitiful whimper. "You can make it up to me--won't you?"

Brandon murred in agreement, faintly nodding. Dip's hand continued up his head to grab a horn and apply firm pressure downwards. Brandon yielded to their will, kneeling further and further down until their head rested a few inches away from two fuzzy paws.

"You know... you always have me devoted to servicing your paws. Massaging them. Cleaning them. I think I deserve some favors returned." Dip sat back in their chair and tilted one paw forward to press into the dragon's snout.

"Let's start with a deep breath," they said, gleefully watching the dragon obey their command in earnest.

Breathing in as deep as he could, Brandon held the intoxicating scent in his body, savoring the stench until his lungs were burning for another. The cycle continued for a few minutes, Dip exchanging paws occasionally to let the dragon enjoy each with equal vigor. Thick clouds of musk saturated his every thought. He locked eyes with his partner from between the gaps of their toes. Dip's contentment was plainly showing in their wilting eyes and content smile, sending further shivers of happiness throughout his scales, taking in the accomplished feeling that filled his soul so perfectly.

"Clean them," commanded the fox. Brandon happily obliged, taking in each digit to thoroughly clean on his tongue. As the dragon labored below, leaving each treated paw pad immaculate as he continued, Dip's own breaths came heavy with desire. Their penis was well beyond poking out of its sheath, precum trickling down from the tip which the fox began using as a lube to tease themselves further at the thickening base.

"Argh, you're a perfect foot boy, you know that? I should have you do this more often..."

The so-called foot boy purred at the suggestion. His tongue retreating only for a moment back into his maw, finishing his work on one paw and already training his attention on the other. The finished paw nestled on the tip of his snout, smearing his snout with his own saliva. His spit didn't suppress the fox's overwhelming stench that hung heavy in the air, clinging to him, refusing to let go. He whined when both paws were whisked away from his maw all too soon.

"Hmph, finally done?" Dip leaned forward to inspect their glistening paws before nodding with approval at the work done. "Good. Very good. Back to your seat."

Brandon didn't want to go back to their seat. He wanted to continue pleasing them in every possible way. He wanted to serve--he begged to serve. But displeasing them would be far worse, cringing at the very thought of disobeying their demands.

"I think it's time we finished this game, don't you?" Dip asked, still smirking at the sight of the faltering dragon. They began shuffling the cards rather than wait for him to recover, pondering their own question before laughing aloud. "Hah, what am I asking for? Of course you'd agree. How about... another foot as the round's bet."

They dealt the final two hands and slid one towards Brandon to take. Brandon reached out to collect his hand but felt the resistance of their hand still pressing down on top of the cards. The fox's hazel eyes were fixated on him with a softer expression, saying in a gentle voice, "It's all or nothing, no backing out when we pick up our cards... You okay with that?"

The dragon didn't hesitate to answer, "Yes, of course pup. I trust you--the same as you've always trusted me."

"Hmm... good," Dip said with a smile, finally lifting away from Brandon's hand to collect their own. "I'll take care of you baby, just as soon as I win this round."

Brandon tried to shake away the flushing heat in his face so he could focus on his cards. It felt like an impossible task, the misty haze settled too densely over his mind to think clearly... to think at all.

It didn't seem it would matter anyways; he frowned down at another rotten starting hand in his paws. He did have three hearts, and with nothing else significant in his hand, he might as well try. He tossed the two burn cards back across the table. He had some hope when Dip traded in three cards. It was a short-lived hope, however; two clubs back, not even a single matching pair. He tossed down his cards without even waiting to build up the suspense, knowing it was already all but over for him.

"Oh wow, whew!" exclaimed the fox, tossing down their cards as well, just a single pair to win out the round. "I really thought I was done for! Would've been rough if I'd lost after all that shit talking."

Brandon steeled himself for the odd sensation that was his last shrink-spurt of the night. It was a violent descent he'd already felt once before that evening, even more jarring with how big everything in the room now looked. He might've compared it to Milo's point of view, but he was already far shorter than the tiny kobold normally was.

Two paws firmly wrenched him from his stupor. He looked over and up at his partner; the fox was easily a head taller than him. Their eyes traced up and down the small dragon's body at a leisurely pace, like that of a predator assessing their captured prey. Brandon tried to comprehend the suppressed joy deep down inside of himself while he awaited their first move.

"Oh my gosh, you look so adorable right now... my own little kobold."

"I--I'm not kobold..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that, could you speak up little guy?"

"I'm not a kobold," Brandon spoke up, his voice still wavering, "I'm a dragon, not a kobold."

"No, I don't think you are, actually." Dip wrapped a hand around Brandon's snout, forcing one of their pads into his mouth, the invading digit rubbing along his gums and teeth. "I think you're my cute, little kobold. Can you say it for me? 'I'm your cute, little kobold'... come on, let's hear it."

"I yer cu'e li'l ko'old," they repeated, slurring heavily from a mouthful of fox.

"Aww, my little kobold is so smart, so obedient..." They continued to push their way into his maw, rubbing up and down his tongue, causing a little bit of drool to dribble down his crimson scales on his chin. "Let's see how good you are at following commands; go sit on the couch."

Dip didn't follow Brandon as he made his way to the next room. He sat on the edge of the couch, curious of the fox's plans as he watched them enter his bedroom. He didn't have to wait for long to get an answer. The fox made their way back to the front of the couch to stand directly in front of him, spinning a leash in lazy circles from one hand, holding a thick collar in the other. They dropped the collar in his lap.

"Put that on for me, pup."

The cool touch of leather wrapped around his neck was pleasant, as was the slight constriction once he had it tightened down an acceptable amount, luck in his favor that the collar could handle a wide range of large, and small, sizes. Even so, he only just managed to tighten it on the very last pin hole, further mocking his diminished stature.

"Very good," Dip complimented, reaching down to clip the leash into his newly established collar. "You will worship me, kobold. Worship me like you are meant to, a lowly servant to your master."

"Yes, master."

"Such a good pup," they said. A firm pull brought the kobold close to the fox, and a paw under his chin guided him to their lips, both embracing in a deep kiss. Their tongue invaded his mouth, but his attention was instead reeling from the most potent smells he'd experienced tonight. Many different scents assaulted his nostrils in such a beautiful cacophony; saliva from their hot breath, savory aromas from their pampered fur, tantalizing whiffs from body parts soon to be explored...

The fox smiled sweetly at him after breaking off their kiss. "Ahh, such an eager kobold, aren't you? Go ahead, breathe all me in, fill up every lungful with my stink."

Brandon happily obliged their order. He first planted his snout into the fox's neck to gulp in several breaths, enjoying the tickle of their fur on his nose as he did so. Each taste of their body was another hit of blissful ecstasy. The dragon's sheath was on fire, ignited by the hungry need for his master, swollen and aching for someone's tender touch.

Dip pushed gently on the dragon's head when they noticed he would not be advancing to other parts of his body without further direction. His snout dragged down their body, reaching and passing their chest to be nestled into their armpit, a perfect spot to bury their nose into. The fox wrapped their arm around and behind his head, grabbing at the base of the furthest horn and squeezing down.

"I think I'll hold you in there until you get your fill--or pass out from lack of fresh air, heh."

They weren't bluffing, either, at least not in a malicious way. Brandon's head was certainly locked in place by the larger anthro, neatly pinned in place under their superior strength, but he wasn't in any danger of running out of air to breathe. His master wasn't so cruel to completely crush down on his head and suffocate him, still allowing him to take in labored gasps from his new confinement.

Whimpers began to mingle into the gasps when he felt a paw gently rub and squeeze his sheath. "That's it, my little kobold, beg for your master, let me hear your desire."

The pair stayed locked in this position for several minutes--several minutes of teasing and taunting his sheath and the emerging member. Several minutes of total submission to his love. He could've very nearly climaxed from just the scarce amount of attention he was receiving, but his master made sure to not cross that boundary so early into their playtime.

A different whimper escaped the dragon's throat when the hand retreated from his groin. Tension was finally eased from his skull, allowing him to pull back and lick his jowls clean of his own messy spittle. Master once again guided him with a short hold on his leash, pulling further and further down his body, past his belly and to the ultimate prize.

His master's cock was a lot to take in. The sizeable shaft was already fully erect and waiting, twitching just a few inches from his maw. And the smell... only the restraint of the leash stopped him from submerging his head between their legs.

"Only good and faithful kobolds get their master's cock. Have you been faithful, servant?"

"Yes master, yes... please, master, please let me serve you."

"Mmm, so polite... go on then, it's all yours."

The restraint on him was released, letting him eagerly drop down between their legs and pull in close to their awaiting reward. The smell was everything he'd hoped for and more. It was like he'd never been whole until now, always empty before he was filled with their delicious, meaty scent. It was too much, too powerful--he came violently, letting loose a powerful, throaty moan as his semen coated the inside of master's thigh.

"Looks like someone isn't so good after all," said the fox, eyeing the shameful dragon with a fiery glint in their eye.

"I'm sorry, master, I--I'll make it up to you, I swear!" he pleaded to them, fearing whatever punishment they might have in store.

"You certainly shall," they growled, grabbing both his horns to thrust his open maw down on their cock.

His surprise was quickly abated with pure delight, quickly getting in rhythm with the rocking motion of their paws guiding him up and down their shaft. Any worries of being unable to take all their length down his throat was lost in the moment. He might've wondered if the spell was helping him relax enough to deep throat their dick, but his brain was a bit preoccupied with only one goal: pleasure his master.

His tongue wrapped around their girth, tasting every bit of their length and drinking in the wonderful smells of their lust, marking his maw as theirs. It was a challenge to not get too caught up in one task and forgetting the others. Brandon wanted so badly to please his master, make them cum down his throat and fill his belly with their seed. He didn't forget their balls, both his hands busy caressing their furry sack while continuing to dutifully suck his master's cock.

"Ahh, I'm close pup... keep going..."

Hearing his master's groans fueled Brandon to speed up his rhythm. Just as promised, he felt their member pulse just before a spurt of cum hit the back of his throat. He hurried to swallow as more and more was dumped into his maw, some escaping out the corners of his mouth when he was unable to keep up. Brandon lifted back after the last of their seed was deposited into his maw, taking care to clean every last drop, letting the final mouthful simmer on his tastebuds before it was also sent down to join the rest in his stomach.

"You're a quick learner, pup," Dip said, watching the dragon so easily and quickly slot into his new role. Brandon purred at the compliment, continuing to idly lick at their knotted base.

"I think it's time to test your endurance. Tailhole up here, now."

Brandon obliged the new command with an eager haste. There was no way to see what they were up to once his posterior was facing them, so he continued servicing his master's cock while silently anticipating their next move.

It started with some squeezing of his ass cheeks and a lift of his tail, but he finally received what he so fervently waited for when he felt the press of wet muscle against his puckered hole. He was familiar with receiving oral, but not with how surprisingly full their tongue made him. His master was not holding back, pushing deep into the backside of the little dragon. His toes curled at the powerful sensation. Their tongue finished its short work in his tailhole with swift retreat that sent euphoric shivers up his spine. If this was how he felt just from their tongue...

"Up."

The single word command was clear enough. Brandon shifted up and forward, leaving the fox free to reposition themselves before his awaiting rear.

"Think you're ready to take my cock?"

Brandon wiggled his ass in response, getting a chuckle out of his master. The touch of their tip up against his hole was all the invitation he needed. He greedily shoved himself back onto their prick, though he could hardly call it a prick when it felt more like a jackhammer pounding its way into his rear. He groaned at the pressure, knowing his master still had plenty more to give. He could only assume this is what Dip had to deal with when they were at normal sizes. Brandon gained some admiration for his partner at that moment, given the near-painful fullness he felt right now.

"Oh gods... keep going little kobold, take all of me in..."

Brandon wasn't quite so sure he could. He was getting close to fitting all of them in, but he didn't how much more he could take. His walls felt stretched to their limit, muscles aching from the pressure of their thick member. It was too much. Too much. Too much. Too much!

"Gah!" He moaned, spilling another helping of his seed across the couch. The pressure in his backside increased in his moments of bliss; he yipped in pained ecstasy when his master gave a final, hard thrust, feeling the partial swelling of their knot in his anus before it thankfully popped back out. Several bucks of their hips followed, each thrust sending another spurt of jizz deep into his ass.

"Ahh--fuck..." The fox's ragged breaths and hoarse moans were music to Brandon's ears, signaling a job well done. They slumped over his back at the end of their climax, wrapping their arms around his waist and resting their snout over his shoulder, still heavily panting just beside his ear. Brandon leaned his head against theirs while they each took this quiet moment to catch their breath.

Another shiver clicked across his scales when his partner pulled out. Their thick member left his tailhole an empty, dripping mess. Brandon finally buckled under their weight. He flopped down on the couch, comfortably sandwiched by their body above and the cushions below.

The fox gave a tender lick along his cheek. "My pup did good, very good..."

There it was again, that hot, muddled feeling in his heart, a flustered cry for more and more of their affection. He wanted more, more of their comforting voice, more of their passionate love. He wanted all of them, and hoped they wanted all of him.

"I love you, Dip."

"I love you too, pup." They lifted up off him long enough to force him over on his stomach, reseating themselves on his chest and pulling him into another kiss. He felt a hand begin to trace its way down his stomach. They hovered at his sheath, rubbing a paw pad on the tip of his slick penis before continuing down past his balls, finally seeming to reach their destination. Brandon let another surprised yip leave his throat at the invading digits pressed into his anus.

"Hah--thought we were done, little kobold? The night's still young; I told you we'd be testing your endurance."

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A fuzzy tickling on the tip of his nose woke the dragon. He attempted to ignore it, intent on returning to the pleasant dream he was rudely awakened from--a heavenly dream full of his love's sweet scent. A few twitches of his snout were unsuccessful at ridding the irritation. Brandon cracked one lazy eyelid open.

Orange fur dominated his view, leaving him with an understanding of what was tickling his nose, but also confusion of where he was. Another eyelid opened to help bring further clarity to the picture. Two fuzzy balls were resting against his face: Dip's fuzzy balls, to be exact. As his brain continued to play catch up, he recognized the lovely scent from his dream still permeated each breath he took.

He began to take in further details of his surroundings--the morning sun lighting up his bedroom, the gentle snores of the slumbering giant above, the throbbing annoyance of a mild hangover, the salty taste of cum he could still sample on his tongue. Minus the hangover, it was a very pleasant wake up call, everything considered.

Brandon idly contemplated his next move while time seemed to stand still in their little bubble. He was hungry--not to mention parched--and a nice breakfast would help cure his hangover. He could start the morning with a hot shower, freshen up from the late night of fun that he could still plenty feel in his aching rear. But a nagging, tugging sensation from every breath made the other options feel muddled and pointless, when his only true choice was dangling so perfectly right in front of him.

"Mmm... when in Rome..."