[b][u][center]The Kobold’s Dream 2 Sponsored by Katsuka By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Despite Kata’s joy at the end of his session with the orcs, the little blue kobold had been concerned that his first bit of business would be nothing more than a flash in the pan, a little thing that would mean nothing for his future business as a whore. The orcs had been well-satisfied, true, and they had tipped him generously, but despite that, he had no assurance that it would go that way for any other clients. That night, sleeping in a bed bought with half of his worldly possessions, he had hoped and dreamed that it would be half as good on a daily basis. It wasn’t. It was better. Either by word of mouth or by some unseen magic that clung to him after his fun, he found himself drawn to one orc after another, one big, brutish green-skin after another, and they were all willing to pay over the going rate for a monster whore. That meant that it was still a bit under the five-silver price for anal that the average prostitute charged, but it was better than he had priced himself at the first time. Honestly, he barely felt the need for the money. The big green dick was almost enough of a prize on its own. Kata moaned as he felt the latest shaft pounding into his ass, rolling over his prostate before slamming into the deepest part of his hole. He groaned as he felt the heavy balls swinging forward, slapping against his slit every time that the mercenary bottomed out inside of him. The sensation of something that big, that thick, was beyond amazing, and he was moaning as he felt the bulbous, covered cock-head sliding over his prostate again, pulling all the way back to the rim before slamming in again. Moaning out even louder, he clenched his fingers into the sheets, feeling his hole pulling and pushing with the thrusting of the orc. Every time the bigger male – so big that the orc was double his height, at least – pulled back, he could feel his hole getting dragged out with that thick cock. Every time that he felt it pushing back in, it was like his hole was getting stuffed back where it belonged. He wanted to say that it stung, that he had some shame for it, but no. All it did was make him feel good, feel like a slut that would be worthy of a dragon with a little more practice. Groaning as he lowered his head against his pillow, the kobold pushed his tail up that little bit more, arched his back so that he could slam back against the orc’s thrusts. That fat dick was holding his hole open nice and wide, and it was encouraging the gape that he’d started working on a week ago. “Come on…come on…breed me…fuck me…” His cock throbbed inside of his slit, dripping out like some wanton woman’s juices. He couldn’t stop himself, reaching down and rubbing around his rim, rather than around his cock. He wanted to think about his ass, wanted to think about how good it felt to have that massive thing rammed inside of him, to feel the way that his hole was opening up more and more for that shaft the harder that it used him. “Come on…more…more…” “You want it that bad, you slut? Fine. Gonna give you all I – nngh – got!” That was all that he needed to hear. The kobold pushed himself back, felt that thick shaft – all nine inches of it – hilting inside of him. He moaned at the top of his lungs, squeezing down to milk it as he felt the thickness throbbing, twitching, tensing in him… And then the seed started pouring. Kata’s tongue hung out of his mouth as he felt the warmth splattering over his inner walls, felt it spreading through his insides and up towards his guts. It was not the first load of the morning, and it joined the ‘deposits’ that had been injected earlier way down in his stomach. He groaned under his breath, holding one hand to his middle at the intense feeling, but nodded his thanks at the big green orc. “Thanks…thanks for using me…” “Heh, you make it fun.” Slurp. The orc pulled back, and that cock slid out of him with all the lapse of ceremony that came after one was done feeling all the excitement. He groaned, feeling a mini-orgasm from the sudden emptiness, the way that his hole gaped, the way that so much of that seed started sliding right back out of his open hole. He reached back, cupping one hand over his asshole as the orc made his way to the pile of clothes on the far side of the room. A couple of coins were tossed down on the nightstand, but Kata knew better than to look right off the bat. That was bad manners, and made it look like he didn’t trust the bigger guys. He wanted them to come back, wanted them to feel like they were welcome here, and that meant that he had to trust them. Much as some of them were mean, it was the only way to do it. “You tell other people?” “Heh, don’t you worry. Everyone will hear about the slut-bold that lives in this inn.” That was what he hoped, as long as the ‘everyone’ didn’t include the town guards. He wasn’t supposed to be here, after all, and they were likely to try and throw him out if they found out that he was operating as a whore without a license…and, well, being in the city at all. They weren’t supposed to let kobolds in, and the only way that he had gotten in was bribing his way through the gate. He kept rubbing around his pucker the way that a good little slut would have rubbed around her pussy, and his cock kept straining against the chastity device that kept everything but the tip inside of his slit. The warmth inside was getting stifling, the excessive pre-cum in there turning his slit into a swamp. That was fine. He wasn’t going to be getting fucked there ever again. Well, unless his future dragon master told him to let it happen. That was a long way off, though. As the orc left, he rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling of his little room. It was patched, holes in the thatch and wood making it clear that rain wasn’t exactly an unwelcome guest here. He shook his head, closing his eyes to savor the moment of rest while he had it. There wasn’t going to be much of that in the week to come, he was sure. [i]Got a lot of silver. Used a lot, got a lot…[/i] He wasn’t sure if it was going to be enough for the next step, but the little kobold knew better than to keep holding back. He needed to push forward, needed to keep trying new things. A week with orc cocks had been hot and sexy, yeah, but… He rolled onto his side, reaching between his legs, feeling and prodding around his hole. The sides of his rim were more or less permanently inflamed, puffy and pushing out around his hole, and the gape that he had gotten from that first double-penetration a week ago was still around. Getting fucked by anywhere from three to twelve orcs a day tended to do a lot to keep him nice and open, he supposed. Rolling onto his back once more, he groaned. Despite the stretch that he’d gotten down there, that wasn’t nearly enough. Orcs were among the biggest of the humanoid races, with the dragonborn coming up as something either just as big or nearly as. After that, one needed to start finding monsters to fuck…and Kata knew just which one to start with. However, that would require both a healing potion and a specific alchemical alteration that he was both looking forward to and fearing. He just hoped that it went as well as he thought it would. Glancing at the nightstand, he sighed as he saw the coins. One silver, two copper. That was not bad for a round of hard anal, and it would go well with the rest of his stockpile. He hadn’t been living high on the hog since taking a room in the inn, and that had allowed him to keep saving up a good bit of money. That was going to pay off, later. For now, though, he closed his eyes. He could afford some time to sleep. After all, the alchemy shop was open all the way to sundown, and he wanted to head there when there were the fewest customers. After all, he didn’t want to out himself that badly. # The streets were nearly empty as he walked down the dirt paths. There were guards here and there, but they were the lazy sorts, the ones that didn’t bother to check the alleys unless there was someone screaming at the other end. He doubted that they would have even bothered chasing him down if he went out of their sight, but he didn’t want to risk it. That was why he kept a robe on, one with a hood that ran all the way over his face. It was oversized, something that he’d stolen from one of the other guys in the inn, hoping to keep himself from being spotted on the street. So far, it was working. He had managed to get more than half a mile from the inn without anyone checking him out, stopping him, or anything like that. All he had to do was make it the rest of the way, and he was golden. Finally, Kata stood outside of the alchemy shop. It stood tall and proud over the other shops around. Unlike the blank boxes that formed the other businesses, this one was shaped with a broad bottom and narrow top, looking like a potion bottle in the way that it had been built. The top was puffing smoke, too, looking like there was someone working inside. Kata pulled his hood down a bit tighter, then pushed the door open, peering inside. It was dim, almost dark, but he could make out a silhouette on the far side. Someone that was working hard, alright, someone bent over an alchemy set. The kobold closed the door behind himself quietly, clearing his throat. Almost instantly, the alchemist turned around. He was an elf, or rather, a half-elf. Kata had found that out not that long after moving into the inn down the road, and if there was one thing that the kobold had managed to pick up from living out in the wilds, it was that the half-breeds were more likely to sympathize with the outcasts. Sometimes to a small degree, sometimes to a major one, but it meant that he was less likely to get killed just for walking into the shop. The half-elf looked down at him, the young male arching an eyebrow. He looked like he might have been in his late teens, maybe a new adult? It didn’t matter that much to Kata; he wasn’t going to be a customer. “Who are you? I don’t think we’ve met,” the alchemist said, setting down the mortar and pestle he’d been using. “Are you new?” “Yes. New. Looking for, uh, a few potions,” Kata said, pitching his voice down. The half-elf raised the other eyebrow. “You’re not a child, are you?” “No! I mean, uh, no. Just trying to…you know…” He tried to say what he meant without actually saying it. That he was trying to hide what he was, that he was trying to keep from being obvious about what sort of creature he was. That he was trying to keep the half-elf from having a bit of a moral quandary. Whether all that stuff was understood or whether the alchemist just didn’t care, Kata didn’t know. What he did know was that the alchemist didn’t bother asking again, and moved behind the customer counter. “Alright, then. What are you looking for?” “Two things,” he said, keeping his voice pitched low as he walked up. “A healing potion.” “That’s simple.” “And something…different.” He looked back and forth, more of a behavior of instinct than anything else. He knew that there was nobody else in the room, knew that the store was empty save for the two of them, but could he stop himself? No. He had to check, had to make sure that he and everyone else was safe before he could speak. The hooded kobold leaned up, whispering. “It’s something sexy. Can you do sexy?” Chuckling, the half-elf nodded. “Yeah, that’s something I can do. There’s plenty of people in town that are looking for ways to spice things up. What are you looking for?” “Something to make me a bit…bigger…and something…” “Yeah?” “Something that’ll…that’ll get attention. You know…smells?” “You mean pheromones?” “Yes! Yes, that!” “Hmmm…That’s not entirely legal, you know.” “Not for humans. For, um…other things.” Kata blushed as the human’s eyes widened slightly, and he knew that he was looking like some sort of pervert. Well, wasn’t he? He was trying to get nice and experienced, get a reputation going so that he could attract the interest of his future master. If he didn’t do something big, something perverted to show that he was the best kobold out there, the best choice for a slave, then what was a dragon supposed to do when he finally showed up? The alchemist continued to stare for a moment or two more, then finally nodded. “I think I can do that…but if you get asked, you didn’t get it here, you understand?” “Understood.” “Now, that’s going to come to about forty silver. You have that much?” “…Um…Let me check…” He had something close to that, he was sure. He had taken a lot of orcs over the last week, and most of them had paid at least one silver. The first ones had been just two silver and change, but the ones after that had been more…even if he had needed to pay a silver a day to keep his room at the inn. Counting out the different coins in his pockets, he found thirty-nine silver. He struggled to find some more copper, but no. That was it. He groaned, looking at the pile, knowing that he’d need to keep at least one for the night, too. “Nnngh…thirty-eight?” “…You really are desperate for this, aren’t you?” “It’s important.” “You mind telling me why? You obviously haven’t been treating yourself well, you know.” “Mmmph.” “Come on. What’s going on?” “Just…wanna be good for my master.” “You’re a slave?” “Not yet.” Kata shook his head. “But wanna be. There’s a dragon out there. A big dragon. One that I can serve. But I gotta be good enough to get his attention, first.” “And you’re doing that by…” “By making myself the best kobold I can. Whore, slut, slave, anything that a dragon wants. That’s me.” He managed to look up, realizing that he’d outed himself. Yet, the half-elf didn’t scream, didn’t call for the guards. Didn’t even look surprised, when it came right down to it. If anything, he looked almost…sad. Not angry, not hurt, just a little bit sad. Kata blushed, looking down again. “It’s weird. I know. But it’s how it works.” “Yeah…I guess…” “You…Sorry. I’ll come back tomorrow. Will have enough money then.” “Wait.” The half-elf gripped his wrist before he could pull the money off the counter, and Kata looked up again. As the alchemist looked at the door, the kobold understood. Something had changed. The half-elf…the half-elf felt sorry for him, he realized. He shifted from foot to foot as the alchemist told him to wait, and remained rooted to the spot as the half-elf started pulling things off the shelves. Some of them, he recognized, like little healing roots here and little droppers of soothing leaf-juices there. Others, like the bell-shaped flowers and the blue-and-red leaves, were foreign to him, and he didn’t know what they were supposed to do. Yet, he kept watching, waiting, wondering what was going to happen. Eventually, the leaves were ground down, the juices milked from some of the other plants, and the rest had been rendered down to potions of healing. The roots were dipped in them, soaked and drenched, and left there. The half-elf passed no less than six vials over to him. “If I get you correctly, you’re training to be big enough for the dragon, yeah?” “…Yeah…” “Well, you’re going to need to be careful. That’s going to rip you apart if you take it too fast. So…these are going to be your helpers. Little plant plugs. Anytime that you get ripped up back there, or feel too stretched, just push the stick in. It’ll start soothing it, leaking healing potion into your butt, but you won’t lose all the stretching that you’ve done.” “Really?!” “Yeah. It’ll take care of you. And this…” The alchemist pulled a second, smaller bottle out. It was made of a white crystal, and the liquid inside was nearly pure black. “This is the other thing you were asking for. This will put some pheromones back there. It won’t affect anything too human-ish, but anything that’s closer to a monster…well…” Kata couldn’t thank the half-elf enough. This was more than he had ever expected, and he knew that this was more than he could afford. A soft tear started rolling out of the corner of his eye, and he blushed as he looked up at the alchemist again. “Why?” he managed to ask. “Why what?” “Why…all this?” “…Well, if I was going to be nice, I’d say that it’s because I think that it’s cute that you have such a dream. It’s kinda stupid – sorry, but it is – but at least you’re chasing after it instead of waiting for the dream to happen to you.” “…And if you’re not being nice?” “Then it’s because dragons have a lot of access to different reagents, and because you’d be able to find some of them and at least tell me where they are, even if you couldn’t bring them to me properly.” “So…your dream?” The alchemist shrugged. “If you want to call it that.” “Okay!” Kata smiled, offering his hand, and the half-elf took it, shaking it with a smile. And the deal was forged. He took the potions, handed over most of the money that he had – saving only two silver for himself for the next two days – and then gathered all of his goods and potions into the pockets of his robe. He hummed happily to himself, making his way back out of the shop and into the alleys. Things were looking up. # The next morning, he asked the owner of the inn to keep all the orcs out of his room for the day. He had an idea of how to make more money outside the city and wanted to see if it would work out. The innkeeper wasn’t the happiest about it, but a day and a half’s rent for the room was more than sufficient to keep her quiet. Kata shut the door to his room as soon as she was out of it, and slammed the lock shut. The kobold took a few deep breaths, hoping that he’d be able to get this to work out properly. With shaking hands, he pulled the black potion out of the pockets of his stolen robe. It was still sealed, but the more that he held it, the more he shook the black liquid inside. The kobold had to slap his wrists to stop them shaking, and even then, they were shaking hard. He grimaced, forcing his hands down on the bed to keep them still. [i]Quiet…focus…quiet…focus…[/i] The kobold took a few more deep breaths, eventually stilling his hands and making sure that they weren’t going to shatter the crystal by accident. When he was completely sure, he dragged himself up on the bed, pulling his loincloth out of the way. [i]Gonna need a bath in the river…[/i] He had been slutting it around so much that he had forgotten that it tended to have consequences. His blue scales were turned nearly gray along his ass, stained with who knew how many loads of seed, and his thighs were almost striped, leading right back up to his asshole. His cock was throbbing painfully hard almost non-stop these days, pent up as it was inside of his slit, and his balls – little as they had been – had started swelling to the point where one could almost see them under his slit. There were days when he wanted to shove them back up, to hide them, to make sure that nobody could think of his cock or that he even had one, but he knew better than to do that right now. He was so horned up that it would hurt, and pain was the one thing that he didn’t want to get into without a partner. Kata laid on his side, holding one leg in the air. His soft rump, wide and heavy, rolled slightly as he gripped his thigh and ran his hand down to his ass. He blushed slightly, enjoying the way that it rolled in such a feminine fashion, how it slid against the other cheek so enticingly. [i]If I had a clan…[/i] Well, if he had a clan, he wouldn’t be here. But if he did, he was pretty sure that most of the males would call him ‘matriarch’ rather than anything else. Anyone seeing him from behind would be guaranteed to notice his curves before anything resembling what a male should have. And that, he had to admit, felt [i]good.[/i] His fingers rolled further down towards his hole, and he gently pushed one finger inside. It was still nice and swollen, puffy and easy compared to what it had been before he came to the city. The orcs that first day had done a great job of getting him nice and stretched, and now, he felt better than ever. He rolled his hips back against his finger, letting it slide in deeper, pushing against his prostate. He moaned under his breath, feeling the shock of pleasure that always came with that, and slowly started to add a second finger. Then a third. Then a fourth. With most of his hand buried in his hole, he shivered. He knew that he was small, that his hand was no better than taking the biggest of the orc dicks that he had taken so far, but the mental image of almost shoving a fist up his own ass felt [i]amazing.[/i] More than that, it almost felt like a mating display, as if he was showing himself off for invisible suitors. [i]Ooooh, yes…[/i] That was a hot idea, and one that had him bucking back against his hand, his thumb rubbing along his rim as he imagined them now. There, a golden dragon, one that had come out of the mountains looking to give charity to those that didn’t have a master. He would catch its eye, and the dragon would turn to him, gasping in shock. Its cock would slowly slide from its slit, and he would crawl to the great beast, lowering himself to the earth to suck on the tip until it was ready to fit inside of him. Maybe more than just the tip, if he got better than he already was. And then there was the blue dragon that he imagined, a great beast that would reach out and take him, that would pin him to the ground and rut him, testing him right from the start to see if he was good enough. [i]I have to be good enough for them,[/i] he thought, roughly thrusting his hand past his hole. [i]I have to be big enough, stretched enough, experienced enough…[/i] Dragons were willing to take in kobolds of special skills, but Kata didn’t have that sort of luck. He didn’t have the sort of mind for magic, didn’t have the hands for special thief work. He didn’t have the strength or stamina to be a fighter for the dragon masters, nor did he have the creativity to be an artist. All he had was his body, and there were hundreds of kobolds competing for the eyes of the masters through their bodies. [i]I have to be better than them. I have to be the best.[/i] Finally, his gaping hole opened up enough to stay open when he pulled his fingers back. Before it could start to narrow again, he grabbed the little crystal vial with the new potion and popped it open. The black ooze started to roll upwards, bubbling almost like the bubble-water that some wizards made. He held the crystal tightly, dragging it around his rim, shoving it into the gape to start affecting the inner walls. As soon as the potion made contact, he gasped, his eyes going wide at the sudden sensitivity that came with it. His hole sudden warmed to the touch, and his toes curled tightly as he squirmed on the sheets, wanting to kick with the leg that he held up in the air. “Ah…ah…ah…” It felt like his rim had become as sensitive as his prostate, another way of getting pleasure from taking cocks deep into his ass. He rolled the crystal about, applying more of the bubbling liquid to his hole, feeling it changing, shifting, becoming something vaguely different. [i]Oh gods…oh dragon gods…[/i] The potion did more than just make him sensitive, did more than just alter the shape and feeling of his hole. It was doing something to his whole ass. Kata rolled onto his stomach, thrusting his ass back as he almost toyed with his hole with the crystal vial, on the verge of shoving it all the way inside of himself before he managed to grip it and stop it. [i]Fuck…fuck…fuck…[/i] Kata shivered as he felt his hole spasming. Not hard, not hard enough to swallow the vial, but enough to make him grip it all the tighter. It was milking around his fingers, pulling at them the way that he had always imagined trying to pull a dick into his ass. He whimpered, moaned into his pillows, thrusting his ass back against an imaginary shaft – Boing…boing… As he rolled his hips, he could feel his ass bouncing, shaking, quivering in a way that it hadn’t before. It felt like it was desperately pulling for attention, like it was wobbling and – oh, yes, even pressing together almost on its own. Kata shivered, moaning as his hole continued to milk at his fingers, as his cheeks were trying to pull his fingers deeper inside. The sensation was almost enough to make him cum right then and there, but…but he had to pull back. He couldn’t spend the day just playing with himself. He had to do more. He had to do [i]more.[/i] With the greatest of efforts, the little blue kobold managed to pull his fingers from his hole. He gasped as soon as they came loose, feeling like he was emptier than a starving man’s belly. Whimpering, he forced himself to roll onto his side, and then onto his feet as he got off the bed. [i]Gotta see…gotta see what happened.[/i] The little kobold ran for the mirror on the side of the room, near the foot of the bed. He turned around, bent over, and looked. “Oh…my…” His mouth hung open as he stared at his ass. It had always been curvy, but it was like someone had blessed him with the body of a female kobold, his hips wider than they had ever been, almost like there was a natural place for a male to rest his hands when he was getting fucked. His ass cheeks were smooth and large, looking heavy, but not yet sagging, though he could feel the weight back there. His tail rested over them, the curve pushing it up just a little bit. But more than that, his hole… As he dug his fingers into his ass, his soft, pliable ass, he could see his pucker in-between. It had already been a bit pink, puffy and inflamed with artificial need after getting fucked so many times, but now, it was worse than that. The sides no longer touched at all, wide enough that a smaller orc cock could have slid in without the slightest bit of spit lube. Hell, he wasn’t entirely sure that the gape would let him feel that sort of orc cock at all, let alone enjoy it. He’d loosened himself past the point of being able to enjoy anything but a double-penetration from the green-skins. [i]The potion…the potion’s forced me to go bigger…[/i] Because there was nothing more to be gained from taking orcs down his hole. Even if they were able to regularly double-penetrate him – which seldom happened, considering they were obsessed with their own masculinity to the point where he had to hide that he had already been used that day – they were not going to do much to keep him opening up. He’d have to go for the bigger ones. Gnolls, at least, and werewolves after that, maybe minotaurs and the centaurs… But it meant that he was on his way, starting to grow big enough to be able to take the dragons that were his dream. He reached back, rubbing around his rim, and he gasped as it felt almost as good as a direct rub to his prostate. His toes curled hard, almost cracking the wood beneath his feet, and he almost threw himself to the floor from the sheer need to offer himself to someone, or something. As he struggled to contain himself, he felt something else. His hole was…wet. Slippery. And not just with the goo from the potion. [i]What in the…[/i] Kata looked back again, holding his hole further apart. A bit of slime started running out of his insides, and it wasn’t cum from the day before, nor was it the general slime that filled the core of one’s asshole. No, it was something…something new… Something thick… Something musky… Something [i]heated.[/i] [i]Oh…my…dragon gods…[/i] Kata could hardly believe it, but he had been given the fumes of a female in heat. No wonder the alchemist had been saying it wasn’t entirely legal. This would attract all kinds of attention from the right kinds of males. The feral ones. Dogs, horses, too, the sort of animals that were used to being kept around the other humans and the intelligent species. He’d have to be careful in the streets, just to make sure that they didn’t start chasing him down to mount him. He wasn’t ready for that sort of notice just yet. But in the outside world… With some effort, Kata managed to drag his blue-scaled butt away from the mirror and back to the bed. He pulled himself onto the sheets again, feeling his juices running from his hole over his ass and down his thighs. Making his way to the window, he looked out across the city, out towards the wall that guarded it. [i]There’s plenty of monsters out there that’d love some…relief…and plenty of bandits…bandits and raiders…who would be willing to pay a little…[/i] He clenched his ass cheeks together, feeling the slime running out of his hole. The fact that he had such a scent back there now meant that even the males that would normally only hump females would have an interest in him, and the ones that were interested in males? He had a hole just waiting for them to prove themselves on. They would be more than willing to try and stretch him out after seeing that. Today, he was going to push every limit he had, and he looked forward to it. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]