>>5313619“…Their females fight alongside the males,” you note.
You can hardly fail to notice those surprisingly-wide hips. They lack the full rear and tail of the Novice—or Glowie’s false form, even more pronounced and serpentine!—but they have definite sexual dimoprphism once you get used to the local flavour. They males’ horns are longer, the females’ bodies carry more fan and have softer edges. All of them are lean with hard time and the vagaries of battle and labour, however, and all adults practice the drills.
(You feel your <appetite> piqued, and idly wonder how their small, tight bodies would… Accommodate… One of your size. You dismiss the intrusive thought—you are DRAGONBORN, no slave-diddler.)
“They do,” the Bastard acknowledges. “So do ours. The Novice and… That other one. They fight, when we all must.”
“Their females fight as well as their males,” you clarify.
“Better!” the Bastard adds half-jokingly, with a laugh. “The kobolds have long served the Mother of Dragons here, I gather. They were primarily nest-attendants in old days, and treasure-counters. Maybe that’s why they’re fertile so often…”
You blink.
“What?” you ask, not sure you heard right.
“Oh, yes,” the bastard notes, suddenly embarrassed at his observation. “They owe their population not to larger clutches of eggs, but shorter gestation, and more frequent… Ah…”
“They go into heat annually?” you ask, surprised.
The bastard shakes his head, and for a moment you think they are more like your own race’s females—pore only to a semi-annual season of fertility and desire.
“Once every six months,” the Bastard whispers, scandalously. “Sometimes three times, if weather and food permit.”
You watch the females running their laps, leaping and dodging obstacles on a course through a mountain pass which the Bastard has set up. The males are there too, yes… But you watch the females.
“By the Dark Gods,” you murmur, feeling very warm and constricted in your armour as you watch their tails sway.
>>5313584(You bet they’d stretch. Nnf.)
