Tarra had been on a journey to find treasure for a while now. It had been a few days since he stepped out of the tribe he called home, promising to come back soon but with some kind of treasure in hand. Even when he started on his “quest” the green kobold didn’t have any specific treasure in mind that he was hunting for. So far he had ventured the furthest away from his tribe without any assistance from a dragon. The 4 foot scalie was feeling very proud of himself as he ventured through the jungle with nothing more than a blade and vial attached to his loincloth. This part of the jungle didn’t smell or look familiar to the kobold at all. Instead of being fearful or even cautious, Tarra was plunging himself headlong into the unknown, very much enjoying the uncertainty of what he would come across. Every so often something would catch his eye but he had yet to find something worth turning tail and going back for. What Tarra wanted was to find something that he could really take home and brag about.... He pushed through a wall of foliage and gasped, stumbling upon a scene that made his eyes widen. A natural clearing was ahead of him. A great circle of tall trees surrounded a wide and deep pond. But it wasn’t the scenery that made Tarra stop in his tracks, it was the sight of two large crocodiles in the water. One had brown scales with yellow ones along his underside while the other had deep blue scales with his underside being a lighter of the same color. Both were tall and muscular, making the water slosh around them as they moved. The brown croc was on his knees, his meaty pecs and everything above it were clearly visible, including the sight of his snout being coated in cum. Pumping in and out of it was the blue crocodile’s cock. It seemed that they had been at this for a while as both had signs of previous loads on their bodies, the blue one having half-dried splotches on his chest, abs, and on the side of his large, sweeping tail. Standing up and having most of his body in clear view made him easier to observe. Neither made any attempts to be quiet. Along with the water splashing about, the two were moaning deeply, the darker scaled reptile’s were louder as he thrust with enough power to rock the other one’s head, also being the cause of the splashing. Neither noticed the much shorter scalie creature that was slowly approaching. Another cause of the water’s being stirred was the brown croc. One of his hands was submerged and the way it moved back and forth, it didn’t take Tarra long to figure out what he was doing. He got a better scope of the situation. These two were having some outdoor fun in this oasis, one being on their knees, taking a cock that slid deep into their already long snout and the other very much enjoying that mouth’s warmth and wetness. Tarra felt his own arousal building just from the sight. He had been walking for some time without a break and yet the sight of two large aquatic reptiles sharing pleasure like this had renewed his strength. The tall trees provided shade that would have ordinarily kept him cool but now his body was feeling hot. Though his athletic body was sweaty, the only smell that Tarra registered were the heated scents of two masculine males that were full of lust for each other. Breathing it in made him shudder and a hand was already groping his crotch before he realized. He continued to watch the two, not even trying to hide himself while feeling his cock plumping up from beneath his loincloth. “I’m almost there, Rhog,” the blue croc said. The brown crocodile, his name revealed to be Rhog, nodded in response. Looking closer, Tarra noticed that his tongue was twirling all over the standing reptile’s thick erection, making up for his snout being too long, baring the other one entry to his throat. He was also suckling on the moving shaft as best he could, his scaly yet soft looking lips keeping a gentle hold of the throbbing flesh. Doing this made the blue one’s body tense. He groaned deeply as he came. Ropes of seed were shot with enough force for the cum to reach Rhog’s throat, giving the other croc the satisfaction that he was looking for. The sounds of him swallowing could be heard and Tarra shuddered, feeling jealous that he wasn’t the one receiving the hunk’s hearty load. When he was done, the blue croc sighed and ran his hand along the top of Rhog’s head, petting him in a surprisingly gentle manner. He pulled his cock free and moved to the side of his friend, rubbing the brown reptile’s lighter chest and belly scales as he rose up and stroked himself with greater speed. “Shoot a big one for me and I’ll let you on top.” “That sounds go- ooooaaahhh!!” Rhog lost his composure as he reached his climax. Having his thick cock in hand, he sprayed his load onto the water, the blobs of gooey white floated along the surface, contrasting with the pond’s calm blue. He came quite a lot, still groaning as more ropes flew from his tip, adding to the mess already in front of him. All the while the purple crocodile was still rubbing his chest, even stimulating the nipples in a way that made Rhog jerk and pant. Tarra moaned out from the sight and that made the pair aware of his presence finally. They turned their heads, looking directly at the kobold. Tarra realized that he was just standing there, his cock in hand, a line of precum already hanging from the tip. He expected the bigger males to be angry with him for likely trespassing on their territory but they smiled instead. They both stood tall and walked towards him. A part of the kobold urged him to run but he remained, transfixed by their bodies and the way their mighty cocks swung back and forth. Both were hung, having just as much length as girth, paired with a heavy sack that swung just as much. The purple croc was slightly taller while the other brown one was thicker, his muscles being bulkier and wider. The closer they became, the more that Tarra blushed and stared. When they were upon him it quickly became clear that the two were at least twice his height. They didn’t say anything, both reaching out, one taking his left and right hand. Being in sync with each other, they led Tarra into the water. It was cool but not cold, the perfect temperature to offset the jungle’s humidity. Since he was much shorter, they stopped a short distance from the water’s edge, the water reaching up to the 4 foot scalie’s knees, getting the bottom of his loincloth wet. “Usually we wouldn’t take so kindly to intruders,” Rhog said. “But Knag and I are in a good mood.” “And we couldn’t help but notice...” the purple crocodile said, his name revealed to be Knag. His words trailed off as he and Rhog looked down at the kobold’s cock. At full mast it was impossible to not notice, especially with how well endowed Tarra was. Even at half their height, his cock rivaled their own. He was quite the grower and packed a shaft that looked almost out of place on his own body and a pair of large balls to go with it. The previously confident crocs actually looked surprised and impressed as they got a good look at it but then regained their composure. “We’ll let you pass but you gotta pay the fee first,” Knag said, coming in from behind the kobold, grinding his huge cock against the kobold’s butt. “I’ve heard...things about your kind and I wanna see how much of it is true.” Tarra bit his lip and nodded, agreeing to pay this “fee.” Feeling the tip sliding over his rump was making him all the more aroused and a feeling of need rose within him. He took the blue crocodile by surprise when he pushed his body back, making his hole spread around the thick tip. Knag huffed as he felt his tip being swallowed up. “Fuck. Slid in so easily. You guys really are stretchy...” Knag groaned. “Tarra is very good...much practice,” the kobold said, speaking in his more limited way of speech. “I wanna see him take it!” Rhog had an almost childlike tone as he rushed up to see. True to his friend’s word, Tarra was slowly but surely taking the fat blue shaft. His rim was spread wide around the girth and all that came from the kobold were moans, no pained groans or winces. The sensation of being stretched like this and feeling the hot inches gradually sinking further inside of him. He could also feel the large scaly hands on his body, both starting at his hips. One remained there while the other slid up further, coming to rest on and grip his shoulder. “Get to the front,” Knag said to Rhog. The brown crocodile understood and was quick to get in front of Tarra. The blue hand on the kobold’s shoulder began to push him down, getting the small green creature to bend over more. Rhog really understood why he was meant to move when Tarra’s muzzle was aligned with his tip. Acting accordingly, the brown croc moved in closer, touching his tip to the soft lips. The first thing that Tarra did was observe. The uncut flesh standing before him was so long and thick. Running along it were swelled veins, pumping blood that kept the cock engorged and rock hard. The next thing that Tarra did was sniff, picking up the smell of arousal and seed that clung to the flesh despite it being previously submerged in the water. Then his tongue came out, dragging over the tip, getting a taste for the hefty maleness. He moaned when a thrust came from Knag, suddenly pushing more inches past his stretched rim. The hand on the kobold’s hip gripped a bit tighter, pulling inward as another thrust came, this being the action that got the entire shaft inside of Tarra. Moaning out again, the kobold felt how stuffed he was and it was evident to see by the way his stomach was bulging. Nothing but pleasure was felt as the shaft remained in place, pulsing against his walls, leaking what had to be precum inside of him. Tarra was brimming with anticipation, waiting for the moment that Knag would start moving that cock. Now more than ever, he wanted to be fucked by these crocs. It was better than aimlessly wandering around the jungle. Maybe when they were done they could point in him the direction some treasure- Rhog made his presence known again when his cock slid into Tarra’s mouth, the girth pressing his tongue down. Acting on instinct, he began licking the rigid flesh. He noticed that the uncut member didn’t have scales, instead the skin was thick and tough like leather. Just a bit more than the tip was inside and yet Tarra was moaning from the amazing taste and scent. He properly wrapped his lips around the thickness and moved his tongue with greater vigor, knowing just how to properly stimulate the underside. Hearing Rhog moaning made his own cock pulse and leak precum that fell into the gently moving water. Rhog couldn’t help but sink more of his member past Tarra’s lips. He couldn’t stop himself. If his mouth felt this good, how would his throat feel? With another rough push, Rhog got this answer and groaned deeply from the heat and tightness that met him. Tarra was stuck between the pair of crocs, his stomach bulging even more as both shafts were sunk deep inside of him. Like his friend, Rhog reached a hand out and slid it beneath the kobold’s chest. Together, the pair heaved upwards and lifted Tarra up. He was suspended in the air as the bigger males stood at their full heights. At about the same time the two began to move their hips. Knag was a bit slower, feeling the walls of Tarra’s anus keeping a firm grip on his length, putting up a bit of resistance as he pulled back. Rhog was much quicker to tug and push his cock back into the kobold’s throat. Though going about it differently, the two were sliding their cocks around inside of the kobold. Stuck in between them, Tarra’s muffled moans were rather intense. On one end his ass was being reamed, his hole kept stretched around the throbbing cock. On the other, Tarra had his mouth stuck open around the brown croc’s shaft, the taste and scent of his power and virility keeping him licking and sucking against the thrusts as best he could. Precum was leaking from both, further lubricating the respective hole being penetrated. Pairing with every thrust was a moan from Tarra and a deep wet slap. The kobold didn’t even gag against the firm thrusts that pushed the fat cock deep into his throat. Even as the passage was bulging around the girth, the exploring scalie was embracing and loving every second of being used by the pair. He could hear their grunts deepening and the smells of precum and male arousal were growing stronger. “He’s really taking it all,” Rhog marveled, moving a hand further to feel the tips of their cocks moving back and forth, making the stomach repeatedly bulge and shrink. “And his ass is still so tight...” Znag grunted, releasing more precum as his cock was squeezed by Tarra’s anal muscles. He didn’t need to, but Tarra was sucking and licking with greater force and worked his hole against the shaft that was pumping deep inside of him, putting pressure on his prostate. It kept his own cock pulsing and leaking. They were all sharing pleasure back and forth and he did his best to keep up with them, putting more effort into his actions when they did. The taste of precum was so heavy on his tongue. Coming from the large, smooth scaled balls, the fluid was so hot and viscous, clinging to his tongue and keeping the flavor strong on his taste buds. Tarra could feel them both. Pulsing hard as they were leaking more precum inside of his holes. Their breathing was deeper as well. Gripping his body harder were their strong hands. All signs pointed to them being close to their limits. They seemed to be holding themselves back for as long as they could but the kobold was making that extremely hard for them, especially when purposefully squeezed the muscles of his throat and ass down on the respective shaft. With his hands reaching out, Tarra caressed Rhog’s balls just as he felt them tightening and drawing up. Following that was the croc’s deep and passionate moan. The already club-like cock in Tarra’s mouth swelled even further as the first gushes of hot cum were released. The kobold was actually caught off guard by the deluge of spunk that was quickly filling his throat, making it and his stomach bulge even further. As best as he could, Tarra swallowed down the hot and strong tasting fluid. He had fared well at first but as the brown croc continued shooting he found his mouth overfilled and seed gushed from his lips, spilling down his chin and into the water they were standing over. A gurgling moan came from Tarra as he reacted to the heat that was traveling down into his stomach. Knag’s climax came, his roar of elation making Tarra’s eyes widen. They widened even more as the croc’s cum raced through his bowels, making his anal passage swell as well. Tarra’s stomach expanded even more as this load was joining Rhog’s, their fluids coming together to make the smaller male’s insides all the hotter and stickier. There was so much coming from Knag that it was spilling out from his already stretched rim. As the two crocodiles continued shooting their loads, Tarra felt himself being marked from inside and out. His stomach stretched further from the amount of cum that was being pumped in from both ends at the same time. He could feel his stomach stretching out and becoming heavier, and it felt amazing. The warmth, the scents and taste of cum and then the heavy tingles deep inside of him. The kobold shook as he felt it. The loads finally thinned down and the two pulled out, Knag being the first to tug his cock from Tarra’s ass and Rhog pulling his cock free from Tarra’s throat. “Oooh... I’d say he paid his fee,” Knag said. He and the other croc slowly lowered Tarra onto his feet. The smaller male was looking rather happy as he caressed his stomach. “Tarra found his treasure!” the kobold happily exclaimed. “What’s that?” Rhog asked, not understanding what he meant. “Tarra came here looking for treasure. But big scalies gave it to him. Big scalie eggs! Will lay and show off to tribemates!” There was a pause between them that was broken by laughter from the crocodiles. Tarra stayed with them for a small while, finding no reason to venture out further and the two were more than happy to have him stay. For the next three days they would spend most of their time fucking. Either penetrating the kobold together or taking turns having some one-on-one time with the all too talented kobolds. Giving him more loads made his belly all the bigger and Tarra all the more excited. When it was time for him to go back home, Tarra’s stomach was heavy as if he was a mammal that was very much pregnant. Knowing that he would be laying soon, he trekked back the way he came and eventually returned home. The other kobolds had gathered, eager to see what Tarra had brought back to show them and it just so happened that the green kobold could feel it happening. He called for a nest to be brought. Being very familiar with the signs of a kobold about to lay eggs, the others were quick to get a large and soft nest, instinctively gathering as Tarra got his loincloth off, stepping into the nest that would cushion the eggs’ descent. He grunted and lifted his tail, feeling a wide and hard egg passing through his insides. Some were at his side as he took deep rhythmic breaths. Tarra could tell that these eggs were bigger than the ones usually laid by his kind. But Tarra was experienced, having laid eggs formed from the seed of dragons. The soft tongues from others gently licking him helped to relax his body. He could feel it sliding down further and his tailhole began to wink. Coating the egg was a sheen of slick fluid that helped it slide along the anal walls that were gripping and kneading it further down. “Aah!” Tarra exclaimed as his ring began to spread, his rim stretching to accommodate the wide, oblong shaped egg. He instinctively began to push and gasped as he felt a pair of tongues on his cock. Two had leaned over the nest, making use of their tongues as well to lick outside and inside of Tarra. He moaned from the pleasure of the object pressing on his prostate, along with the many tongues that were sending additional waves through him. As the egg was sliding out further and further from the rim, warm clear fluid was dripping from the egg, its scent making more than a few kobolds shudder. If the shape of it wasn’t obvious, the egg didn’t come from another kobold, not even one of the different species that lived in the jungle. But it wasn’t a dragon’s egg either. Those watching chittered curiously to each other as they watched the uniquely thick and elongated egg sliding out, noting the expressions of pleasure and moans made by Tarra. “Here comes!” Tarra exclaimed, his body shaking as the egg popped out with a wet squelch, falling a short distance into the padded nest. It was shimmering with fluids. Some marveled at its size and shape while others were watching as Tarra came, his large cock shooting fat ropes of seed that marked the ground, the side of the nest, and the two kobold’s faces as they continued licking the shaft. The kobolds observed the egg. While not as big as a dragon’s egg as a whole, its shape guaranteed one would be feeling the thickness for longer. Dragon eggs were certainly thick but it wasn’t too hard to lay one. Both sides were cone shaped, doing well to spread the walls of the passage it was traveling through and then sliding right out once the thickest part came free. But these oblong shaped eggs were more blunt shaped on the ends, requiring more pushing to get them out. “A-another!” Tarra announced. This time the second egg was sliding along with less strain, using the path made by the first, sliding along the already stretched and slimy walls. This egg was sliding down, making its way towards his waiting tailhole. Feeling it sliding through him made his arousal flare up all over again, greatly helped by the nearby kobolds still licking him. The start of the second one pushed out from his spread hole but so far that’s all that came out. There was no concern about this from Tarra; he was actually gripping the edge of the nest, feeling his cock throbbing harder. The sensations from the pair of tongues was outdone by the shell’s thickness seemingly teasing him. He resumed pushing and felt his rim being forced to expand even further than before. At the same time his prostate was pressed down on and the shell’s texture was sliding right over it. Some were stroking themselves as they watched Tarra’s stretchy rim making way for the unique shape. Nearing the halfway point, Tarra continued pushing, letting the egg slide out at its own pace rather than forcing it out. It was an amazing feeling, pressing down on all the right spots, sending waves of intense pleasure through his entire body. Once it was past the halfway point, the egg suddenly came free, sliding out all too smoothly and quickly. It was as if someone snatched the fat thing out. This feeling pushed Tarra over the edge again sooner than he expected. He again came, marking the things in front of him with his seed as he leaned against the edge of the nest. He was panting hard and starting to sweat from the effort put into laying that egg. There wasn’t much time to collect himself as another egg was coming from its chamber, ready to join the first two. Thankfully it was much easier from there. The following eggs slid out, bringing more pleasure as Tarra pushed them out one by one. A few kobolds reached into the nest to gently take the eggs away. They would be taken care of by kobolds who had dedicated themselves to taking care of eggs and nurturing the young born from them. They were all excited to see what new kind of kobold would be born from the mixing of species. Eventually the last of the eggs came free and Tarra sighed deeply, feeling empty in a good way, sighing deeply as the last of the eggs were taken away. Just as he hoped, the others were very much impressed with what he brought them and how he managed to lay the eggs. With his cock finally soft and his strength returning to him, Tarra managed to stand up. He didn’t see a reason to keep it a secret. If they wanted to experience it for himself, he would be more than happy to take some other kobolds to where the big scalies reside.