Hollowford Hold ‘em
A small cabin sat in the tines, surrounded by evergreen trees. Its flickering lights shining in the night offered a warm welcome in the cold forest. A fitting ambiance for a cabin that supposedly doesn’t exist. 
It was this detail Qyx was hung up on. Fyx claimed he knew of a certain place they could visit, a place where games are played with ghosts of the past. The professor had said some weird stuff before, but this took the cake. Although Qyx attempted to protest, Fyx got him to follow along anyway.
“And here it is!” Fyx presented the cabin, “Glad we could find it.”
“Wait, so you’re saying we could’ve been out here for hours and find nothing?”
“Yep!” Fyx admitted proudly.
The white dragon wanted to argue, he knew that wouldn’t do much. They were already here, the elusive cabin stood before them just a couple steps down the trail. Qyx shook his head and withheld his chiding comments. They climbed up the small steps onto the porch and knocked. 
“So we’re here, now what?” Qyx asked.
“We get to hang out with some friends.”
The door opened, revealing a familiar teal dracon behind it. Qyx’s jaw dropped in disbelief as he looked at the sight of Jaxipolitas standing in the doorway. Jax looked over the two with a look of intrigue.
“So you have arrived. And you brought the hybrid.”
Qyx shook his head in disbelief, “B-but, how?! You’re supposed to be dead! I saw you die!”
Jax scoffed, “That is not for you to question right now. We are here and that’s what matters.” He stepped aside and allowed the guests entry.
Inside, they found a table in the middle of the living room, complete with a set of cards at the ready. Around the table, more familiar faces sat. Grak kicked her legs up, chewing on what looks to be a stick of cinnamon. Mox drummed his fingers on the hardwood table, tapping out a simple tune.
“Our guests have arrived.” Jax announced to everyone present.
Mox got up and raised his arms in welcome, “Hey! Good to see you Fyx, you and your red-headed friend.”
Fyx smiled, “It’s been a while, Mox. I’d call you your full name for formalities, but you never told me!”
Grak hopped up on the table proudly, “Well it’s ‘bout time! Was gettin’ dull ‘round here.”
Qyx was still flabbergasted at the sight, “Okay, pause. What is going on here? Why are all these people here? And how?”
Everyone chuckled, like Qyx had just told the funniest joke they’d ever heard. Even Jax laughed, though his was more endearment than out of humor. The white dracon was confused and starting to become frustrated that no one was explaining anything. 
Fyx grabbed his shoulder, “Just don’t think about it, my friend.” 
He sighed and took a seat at the table, the chair farthest from Mox. Fyx took his seat in the middle, acting as another barrier between the two. As Grak took her spot, it was clear she was sitting on a pile of books to stay level with the table. Jax sat in the biggest chair, intending to act as the dealer here.
Jax regarded everyone, “The game is a modified version of Quad Pro Quo. The rules are similar to other card games played in gambler dens.”
Grak interrupted, “Yeah yeah, we know how it works. Just deal the cards already.”
“Wait, I don’t know how to play!” Qyx interjected.
As if on cue, a piece of parchment fell from the roof and landed in front of him. This paper detailed the rules of the game and how to play; it even provided some clever tips for new players. Qyx wasn’t sure whether to be weirded out or relieved at this convenience, as when he looked up, it was clear this paper came out of thin air.
Jax grabbed the cards and shuffled them, “Excellent. The game can begin.” He dealt everyone the correct amount of cards, including some for himself.
“Do we know what we’re betting?” Fyx inquired.
“I didn’t bring my gold bag, so I got nothin’ to bet with.” Grak disclaimed.
Mox presented a small bag, “Hey! Would a pouch of pebbles suffice?”
“Enough. We will gamble with the clothes on our backs.” Jax finally interjected, looking each player in the eye to convey he was serious. 
“I’m okay with that.” Mox stated.
Fyx nodded, “As am I, there’s no shame to be had.” 
“Isn’t the point of strip games to shame ‘em for losin’?” The kobold questioned, putting a hand to her fuzzy chin.
Qyx shook his head defiantly, “Yeah, no. I’m not stripping for any of you.” 
“Not even for Fyx here?” Mox questioned.
If Qyx’s eyes weren’t naturally red, they sure would be at that comment. He glared at the cyan dragon and scratched his claws into the table.
“If you don’t lose, you don’t have to strip, Qyx.” Fyx reassured him.
“I’ve never even played this! I’d rather just leave.”
“Then I wish you good luck in getting home tonight.”
Qyx looked at the door, but thought against it, remembering what it took to get here. He shook his head and conceded, resting his head on his arm.

The game was rather simple, just have a good hand with the numbers or elements. The real strategy was deciding when to play and when to fold, Qyx wasn’t doing so well in that regard, as he lost the round.
“You lose this round, hybrid. An article of clothing must be removed.” Jax commanded.
“Uh, you sure we can’t just make this equal for now? Some of us have more on…”
“NO.” Jax slammed a hand down, growing impatient.
“Ahh!” Qyx recoiled, “Alright, okay, fine. I’ll do it.”
The blood dracon looked down at himself and realized he could get away easily by just taking his overcoat off. The coat slipped off and he left it where it landed on the floor. Jax was satisfied, so he allowed Qyx to sit back down, ready for the next round. 
It was Mox’s turn to deal, so he shuffled the cards thoroughly and passed them out. While everyone looked pleased with their hand, Grak was antsy. She tried to play it off with a poker face, but her tail twitching gave her disposition away.
 Fyx presented his hand, “Three frosts with a five high.”
“Hey! I got an Elemental Quadfecta.” Mox proudly stated.
“Hmm.” Jax grumbled, “Two Pair.”
“The guide says this is an okay hand, so here.” Qyx showed his mediocre cards.
“Uhh... “ Grak stalled, looking worriedly at her cards.
“Well? What do you have, my dear?” Fyx inquired.
“Uh… Two High.”
“Hey! Look like you lose. Time for stripping!” Mox stated cheerily.
Grak blushed and tried to stall, “W-well let’s just wait a minute! Why do I have to go second? Come on, girls should go last, ‘specially with boys around!” She laughed nervously.
Jax shook his head, “Kobold, you have to abide by the rules. Off with your clothing already.” He shot her a glare.
“Stupid game...come on.” Grak muttered to herself as she considered what to take off first, as nothing she wore could come off without exposing a part of herself. With a sigh and grumble, she opted for her pants; at least it would be hidden under the table.
“...Quit starin’!”
“No.” Jax bluntly stated.
“You were staring at me when I was taking my coat off, of course I’m going to look when you take that off.” Qyx added.
After fiddling with the belts and straps, her combat skirt was ready to come off. With a sigh, she slipped them off and onto the floor. For a brief moment, her girl parts were exposed for all to see, but she quickly hid her crotch under the table, blushing all the while.
“Alright alright! You saw it. Let’s just move on.” Grak’s confidence faded away after exposing herself. She tried to compose herself, assured that her parts were hidden under the table.
Fyx was the next dealer. He took the cards and shuffled them in a flashy style, showing off his skill. He passed each hand out clean and efficiently, making sure everyone got the right amount.

Luckily for Grak, she didn’t lose the next rounds. The other dracons slowly lost their robes over the course of the game. Qyx wore nothing as a top, Mox had been reduced to his skivvies. Jax and Fyx’s hairy chests were exposed to the ambient cabin air. Except for Grak half an hour ago, no one was forced to reveal anything explicit. Until now, when Jax lost with a low card.
“Damnation!” He slammed his bad cards down, causing the table to shake.
“Our first male reveal. This’ll be good.” Fyx sat back and waited.
“Hey! Is now a bad time to say that I’m straight?” Mox confessed.
“Enough. I have no fear. You will gaze upon my superior masculinity and despair.” 
With that, Jax stood up and dropped his trousers, exposing his dark green dracon penis for all to see. True to his word, he was indeed well-endowed. It flopped at the slightest movement, showing no shame at being exposed. Even the black crotch fuzz surrounding it couldn’t hide it, even in its flaccid state.
“Well, you have me beat.” Fyx confessed, observing it from his seat.
“Hey! That’s a cock alright.” Mox nodded, trying to look away as he wasn’t into guys.
Grak, being the one sitting closest to him, leaned in to look at it. “Not bad, bigger than Yux’s. Trust me, I’m familiar with his piece.” She thought about reaching out and touching it but decided better.
Qyx didn’t say anything, opting to just observe it. He wasn’t sure if he liked what he saw, sexual things weren’t something he’d really explored. Regardless, he wasn’t immediately repulsed by the sight of a male.
Jax retook his seat, ending the lewd show. He glared at everyone with his fuschia eyes, attempting to assert dominance silently. After he was satisfied, he loosened up and dealt the next hand.

“Hey! Guess I lost this round.” Mox frowned at his cards, a nox and a fire. He should’ve known that wasn’t going to work, but he liked to gamble.
Grak pondered for a moment, “Mox has a broken horn. Does that mean he has a-”
Mox cut her off, “Hey! Now that’s enough out of you. N-Now then...”
The cyan dragon pursed his lips, nervous at the prospect of stripping for an audience of mostly males. He tried to ignore them and focus on the female kobold, not because he liked her, but because it would make this easier. He traced the rim of his fundoshi, mustering the courage to take it off.
In one brave move, he shoved his skivvies down his legs, unveiling the pink, flopping member within. Mox covered his blushing face, hiding himself from the others. Despite his nervousness, his penis slowly grew erect, pointing any which way he moved. The dracon murred nervously whilst looking away from the group.
Fyx reassured him, “It’s not bad, Mox. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” 
“You said you were okay with it, but then you do this. What gives?” Qyx questioned skeptically.
“He’s just got fetorflies in his stomach.” Fyx explained, “Sometimes, we think we have confidence, but when the time comes, we waver.”
Grak looked interested, “I don’t mind it. Perfect for a gal my size.” She stuck her tongue out and flashed him a wink.
“H-hey, thanks.” Mox sat back down, still shaking and blushing.
“Three of us still remain partially clothed.” Jax observed, “This next game will determine who must go next.” He passed the cards around quickly.

Five of a kind. That’s the hand Grak had. With a set like that, she couldn’t possibly lose this round. She smirked to herself, satisfied with her predicament, but tried to force a neutral poker face. That was the turn, but the river gave a nasty surprise.
“Fyx wins with a Hollowford Flush. Qyx has an Elemental Quadfecta. Grak loses.” Jax announced.
“What?!” She cried, “No way! I had that!”
“Such is the luck of the draw, my dear.” Fyx chuckled, proud of having the most powerful hand in the game.
“Argh...” The kobold grumbled, sitting up in her spot and preparing to expose herself once again.
Grak undid the straps keeping her top in check, slowly unveiling bits of pale orange fur with each one. As the last one was loosened, she looked around the table at all the gawking dracons. With an unexpected and daring smirk, she threw the top over her head and tossed it away. Small-sized kobold breasts, right there for the looking.
Fyx smiled, Mox gawked. Qyx simply looked her over and Jax was unimpressed, though it was hard to gauge his mood due to him looking like that all the time. Grak sat back and threw her hands behind her head.
“There. Ya boys happy?”
Fyx nodded, “Presently.”
“Hey! I’ve never seen a kobold like this before. You look good, my dear.” 
“Hmm, I suppose I can get behind this.” Qyx concurred.
“Enough gawking!” Jax interrupted, “We are now in the final rounds. Only the scholar and the hybrid remain.”
Qyx crossed his arm, “I have a name you know. A name you specifically asked me for. A full name you specifically asked for.”
Without a word, Jax threw Qyx’s cards at him with such speed that it may have slit his throat. He caught the cards and grumbled, conceding that he wouldn’t get through to the broodpatron.

“A tie?!” Fyx cried.
“What were the odds that we’d both have, uh…” Qyx checked his rule chart, “‘Nox High.’”
“Hey! So what now?”
Jax thought for a moment, considered what to do. “Both. You both must reveal yourselves.”
“Uh…” Qyx looked to the blue dragon, who returned a sly smirk.
“Very well. Come on then, Qyx. Let’s do this.”
“UH…”
Fyx pat him on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. We can do it at the same time.”
“I...I guess that’ll work. Still weird though. Uh…”
Fyx pressed a finger to his lips, “Shhh, let’s just do it.” He grabbed the rim of his trousers, “Are you ready?”
Qyx nervously glanced at all the present players, who all had their eyes on him and his blue-scaled companion. Grak wasn’t even trying to hide her tits anymore, in fact, he seemed to be taking pride in them. Mox darted his eyes between looking away and looking in curiosity. Jax crossed his arms and waited.
“Alright, let’s just do this.” Qyx dropped his pants and closed his eyes. 
He felt the temperate cabin air on his exposed dragonhood and in that moment, he knew there was no going back. He shuddered, overcome with embarrassment and shyness. Slowly, he squinted his eyes, expecting a show of humiliation, but found nothing. The viewer’s demeanors hadn’t changed much, Jax looked impatient, Grak slightly amused, Mox trying to avoid eye contact.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked to Fyx, who was smiling to him reassuringly. Qyx looked down and saw the blue dracon’s pink member standing erect. He shot away, trying not to indulge himself with it. He wasn’t completely against it, but something about seeing his friend’s cock made him feel... odd. He wanted to gawk at it, but at the same time, have some respect for the dragon.
“You like what you see, Qyxidalatos?”
“W-wha?” He looked down and noticed he himself was growing erect. He recoiled and tried to hide his arousal, “What?! No, I just... “
“It’s fine, Qyx, I’m not offended. In fact, I’m actually flattered.” Fyx came up and gave him a light hug, inadvertently touching their penises together. 
“Mmm…” A low hum was all the blood dracon could mutter.
They pulled away from the hug, showing some blush on their faces. Fyx nodded in satisfaction and Qyx tried to avoid looking for too long. As they retook their seats, Fyx still tried to sneak in some more glances at his friend’s crimson cock. The little dark red spots on it were absolutely adorable and a red bush complimented it well.
Mox drummed his fingers on the table, “Hey! So is that it? Looks like we have nothing left to wager.”
Jax looked around at everyone, “It would seem so. This meeting is adjourned.” He got up, gathered his clothes, and exited the room.
Grak hopped up, “Riiight, so, game’s over now. Hope ya boys enjoyed this show, ‘cause it ain’t happenin’ again!” She slapped her behind and scampered away, taking her rogue gear with her.
“Hey! Good to catch up with you all. Until next time!” Mox nodded politely and threw his robes over his back. “Oh, and Fyx? Let me know when the wedding is.”
Qyx frowned as he watched the stupid cyan dragon walk out the door. Quite frankly, he could kill him if he wanted; his blood magic was stronger than Mox’s lightning. He set aside his murderous thoughts and played with a card on the table, looking at the face of a feisty kobold on the front.
“Did you have fun, Qyx?”
The white dragon looked to his friend, still sitting with a leg crossed, relaxed in his seat. The card took his attention again.
“I guess. Not sure what to make of it all.”
Fyx grabbed his overcoat off the floor and tossed it to him, “Here, you can put it back on, if you like.”
Qyx did just that, “Thanks. You should too. I find it hard to avoid looking at your endowment.”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“Uh...well…not entirely? I just…” He stammered, trying to pick his next words carefully. “It’s… something alright.”
Fyx clothed himself as well, “Very well, I won’t push it. Just know that I don’t mind you seeing it. That’s what it’s there for, after all.”
“That’s one way of looking at it, I suppose. I’ll… keep that in mind.”
Fyx got up and opened the door outside, “Shall we go?”
“Yeah, I think we’re done here. Whatever this place is.”
The dracons walked out and onto the dirt trail, leaving the mysterious cabin and its secrets behind. Slowly, the fog thickened, hiding the structure in a white haze. The wind blew and the trees rustled in the cold night, leaves past by and landed on the ground. After the cloud dissipated, the house was no longer there. Only a small clearing in the forest remained.