#koboldposting

Not because they are particularly skilled in something, or anything like that, they just explore colder climate areas and just really need a backup plan if other thing keeping them all warm fails

Now, this does mean that anytime it does fail at anytime, they will have to crawl in your tent and sort of have 4-6 scalies of different sizes under your sheets and clothes pressed against you from all sides, clinging to you closely and holding you tight all night.

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Sure, there'd be a bit of nervousness being introduced to so many strangers in such a vulnerable situation but my dragon's always proved that it's had my best interests in mind. Under its protective wing, all the eyes on me are fascinated, engaged, curious; because I and everyone here knows that I belong to the dragon, I have nothing to fear from the attention of all the claws on me.

For if my dragon is showing me off, there's nothing I need to fear. I only need to bask in the praises it's singing to its friends about the object of its adoration.

They'd strip me down and gush about my scales; maybe give the other dragons little tastes of me while they talk about how good of a prey I am. Maybe it'd get me to show off how well I serve, sending me on tasks to help its friends' kobolds out in managing one of their dens. Perhaps it'll serve me up as a meal and I'll experience the darkness of a new maw, or maybe even make me give a demonstration of how well it's trained me to provide sexual pleasure. Familiar, but different—my training and caretaking is thorough enough that I can serve a dragon unfamiliar to me with incredible results.

Even though I have no connection to these dragons, I'll make my own proud and do my best!

Then for a while it might make me fuck the other kobolds from the other dragons' warrens for entertainment while they do their business—discuss their complicated meetings, catch up with one another, gossip about draconian goings-on and work on some other tasks for a while. Eyes still straying to me often in admiration, but the main focus is off me—this is, after all, for the dragons to get together. Showing each others' kobolds off is just a small part of the night, and one I am very honoured to perform.

At the end of the night, after I've made some kobold friends of my own and we've went off for our own shenanigans, one of the friends might ask my dragon if it could borrow me for a weekend or so to stash in its own warren because of how much it enjoyed my services.

The response: of course—it's glad they enjoyed me so much!

Again, a pang of nervousness hits me, but it is easy to push down. My dragon takes such good care of me and has done such a good job making sure I'm well taken care of; before long I overhear it communicating to its friend all the best ways to take care of me, what it's allowed to do with me, and what's off limits.

The last thing it says to me directly, and the only time it's spoken to me directly during the whole night, is to praise me for how well I've done and to reassure me that it's made sure I'm going to have the best time while it's gone.

I hug its snout.

Thanks I wish the same thing abt it too :3

time to kick off pride month early with the classic

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