The Adventures of Ozzie Astaroth
By Ozzie Astaroth aka OzzieKitSkunk

Chapter 30

Ozzie and Deven decided to make camp near a river for the night. The little skunk wizard setup a tent that he had borrowed from Shiro. It was a very modern dome tent that provided a huge area for two little tots. He had also gotten out some little cloth mats for them to lay on. 

Meanwhile Deven had made a camp fire using his fiery breath and some dry wood. The naked little dragon boy got some raw meat from the bag of food he was given and began cooking it over the fire.

“What kinda meat is dat?” asked Ozzie.

“Its wild boaw.” said Deven. “Its gonna be tasty!” 

Ozzie sat next to Deven and took off his little boots, holding his little feet paws near the fire to keep them warm.

“Why are mammaws so weak?” asked Deven. “You need diapees, cwothes, wawmth, and othew stuff buh we dwagons dun need any of dat stuff.”

“Its jus how wife wowks.” said Ozzie, wiggling his toes. “Is mowe dan jus dwagons out dere. Evwyone is diffwent. To us its nowmaw.”

“Sounds hawd.” said Deven. “I gwad I a dwagon.”

“I wike bein a skunk and a human too.” said Ozzie. “I wike bein widdle and wearin diapees too. Dey comfy.”

Deven looked at Ozzie's diaper peeking out from under his robes. “Buh dey fow hatchies.” he said. “We big boys.”

“We not big.” said Ozzie. “We widdle, buh yer a dwaggy so you dun need em.”

“Yeah.” said Deven, turning the meat. “I wike bein widdle wike dis.” He looked over at Ozzie and blushed. “Can I teww you a secwet?”

“Uh huh.” said Ozzie. “I can keep secwets.”

“I been wegwessin mysewf on puwpose.” Deven blushed. “I wike bein widdle too much. When a dwagon gets big, dey hafta get jobs n wowk n go hunting. I dun wanna do dat stuff. I wanna go adventuwe wike we doin now.” He looked down and tugged at his little weewee shyly. 

“Widdle dwagons get to go on adventuwes?” Ozzie asked, wiggling his feet by the fire..

“Yeah.” said Deven. “Dey send us out to expwore n stuff. We gets to do whaevew we wants whiwe we out. We mostwy just pway aww da time. Its wots of fun, buh my fwiends get biggew n I hafta make fwiends wif dere kids.”

“Aww, buh dat sounds wike fun.” said Ozzie. “I stay widdle on puwpose too. Most of da time anyway. Sometimes I wegwess if I gets embawwassed ow gets emotionaw, buh I gots mowe contwol over dat wecentwy.”

“Yer wucky.” said Deven. “Ya can be any age ya wants. If I wegwess, I hafta gwow back up nowmawwy. It takes wongew fow a dwagon to gwow up dan it does humans.”

“I couwd make you big again if you want.” said Ozzie.

“Nah, I wanna stay dis way.” said Deven smiling. “Fowevew!”

“Hehe, me too.” said Ozzie. “Bein widdle is da best.”

Deven eventually finished cooking the meat, adding a few spices to it to give it flavor. “Twy some.” he said, offering Ozzie some meat.

Ozzie chewed some of the roast pork and swallowed. “Mmm, its good!” he said. Ozzie smiled and ate some more.

“Gwad you wike it!” said Deven, happy that he was a good cook. He sat with his little bottom and balls in the dirt and they both ate happily by the fire until only bones were left from the roast.

Ozzie  leaned back against a log and patted his belly. “Fuww bewwies feew good.” he said, then burped loudly.

Deven giggled and leaned back, then let out a huge fiery belch. “Hehe, dats how you buwp.” he said.

“Hehe, bwavo!” said Ozzie, clapping his little paws.  “So wha do ya do when ya pway?”

“We pway baww or tag or hide and seek or see how wong we can fwy.” said Deven.

“Doze sound wike fun.” said Ozzie. “Wanna pway tag?”

“Sure!” said Deven. “Yer it!” He said, getting up and running around with his little weewee bouncing and wiggling.

Ozzie giggled and got up, waddling around trying to tag the little nude dragon. “Ya fast!” he said with a smile.

“Uh huh!” said Deven. “I'm da best!” He continued to run around, having done so on many occasions and since he had so many years experience as a toddler, he was able to stay ahead of Ozzie. “Yer too swow! Maybe if ya didn't have dat diapee on!” The little dragon giggled at the skunk's babyish garment.

“Oh yah?” Ozzie said, and hovered above the ground a tiny bit and began flying toward Deven, able to move much faster in the air. “Hehe, gonna get ya now!”

“Gonna fwy huh?” said Deven. “I can fwy too!” He flapped his little wings and hovered a bit off the ground and began flying around. The two flew around between trees and rocks, above the river, and into the sky. 

“Dis is wots of fun!” said Ozzie. “I nevew pwayed wif anyone who can fwy wike me!” He giggled and kept trying to tag Deven, but Deven had played this game many times with others who could fly.

“Ya can't catch me!” Deven teased. He was head of Ozzie, but was getting tired. Flying was a physical activity for him, whereas it was magical for Ozzie.

Ozzie eventually began to catch up. “Hewe I come!” he giggled, and tagged Deven on the tail. “Got ya!”

Deven fluttered to the ground, huffing and catching his breath. “Nu faiw!” he said. “Ya use magic buh I hafta use wings!”

“Weww, yoo too fast fow me othewise.” said Ozzie. “Wets pway hide n seek instead.”

“Okay!” said Deven. “I bet I win dis time! You go hide and I come find you.”

Ozzie nodded. “Okay!” he said, and waddled off to hide.

Deven covered his eyes and counted as Ozzie waddled off and found a hollowed out tree to hide in. “Weady ow not! Hewe I come!” announced Deven after he was done counting. He began looking around for Ozzie, using his eyes as well as his nose and ears.

Ozzie stayed hidden. It was taking a while for Deven to find him and his diaper had become soaking wet. Soon he felt a pressure in his bowels and his body began to void his dinner. He felt a load of poop fall into the seat of his diaper followed by a rather large amount. It seems the spices Deven used had upset his stomach a little.

Deven soon picked up a scent and followed it. He looked around, only seeing trees and wondered where Ozzie could be. “Somefin stinks!” he said teasingly. “Did da weak lil skunky poop his diapee again?”

Ozzie blushed and kept hiding, but it was hard since he was in a cramped space with a poop-filled diaper on. The smell became too much for him and soon he had to give up and come out. 

“I see you!” said Deven, running over to Ozzie.

Ozzie giggled and ran, but waddled slowly with his diaper sagging between his legs.

Deven easily caught up to Ozzie and tagged him. “Got ya tinky skunk!” he said. “Ew! You need a baff!”

Ozzie blushed and nodded, noticing that the dragon diaper he had on was not as absorbent as his usual kind. Pee and poop had leaked out and down his legs. “Yah, I need a diapee change badwy.” he said, and waddled back to camp with Deven.

“I dunno how to change one.” said Deven. “We dwagons jus buwn owr poop aftew we go potty.”

Ozzie looked around and to the river. “I can use da wivew to get cwean.” he said, and waddled over to the edge of the river. He slipped his robes and dirty diaper off, letting it plop to the ground, then waddled into the flowing river. “Ish cowd!” 

“Heh, yah.” Deven said. “I can't wawm up dat much watew. I can take cawe of ya diapee though.” The little hatchling used his dragon fire to incinerate Ozzie's dirty diaper, leaving nothing behind.

“Oh, fanks.” said Ozzie. He felt the cold water rushing around him and washing some of the pee and poop from his fur. He pulled some baby fur soap out of a portal and began lathering himself up.

“Whats dat stuff?” said Deven. “It smewws good.”

“Its soap.” said Ozzie. “Soap fow babies wif fur. It gets ya cwean n smewwin good.”

“I kinda wike it.” said Deven as his tail swayed back and forth. 

“Me too.” said Ozzie, bathing himself. It had been a while since he had bathed himself in this way, but he was still able to do so when needed. He rubbed the soap into his wee and balls, feeling tingly as he did so. His little wee stood up, but was even tinier than usual due to the cold water. He giggled and washed his furry butt and legs, then rinsed himself off and came out of the river, shaking his fur out.

“Hey!” said Deven. “Don't get water on me!”

“Hehe, sowwy.” said Ozzie. “My body kinda jus does dat when its wet aftew a baff.” He grabbed his clothing and toddled back to the fire. He stood next to it naked to warm himself and dry his fur.

Deven came over and added more wood to the fire. “So dats what ya wook wike wif no cwothes on.” he said, looking the little skunk over. His own little wee began to perk up.

Ozzie blushed. “Y-yeah.” he said. “I wike bein nakie sometimes.” His own little wee was warming up and poking out.

“Yer weewee is aww pokey.” said Deven with a giggle. 

“Hehe, so is yers.” said Ozzie, blushing again.

“I wondew what havin fuw feews wike.” said Deven, feeling of Ozzie's wet furry tail.

“It feews wawm n soft.” said Ozzie. “At weast when ish not wet. When its wet its aww heavy n stuff.”

“I dun weally have a pwobwem wif tempewatuwes.” said Deven, sitting by the fire. He played with his little weenie a bit.

“Yer wucky den.” said Ozzie. “I sometimes gets too cowd or too hot. I can awways put on wawm cwothes buh I can onwy get so nakie.” The little skunk giggled, warming his furry butt and tail.

“Yah, dats twue.” said Deven. “It must be hawed bein a mammaw.”

“I guess so.” said Ozzie. “Compawed to dwagons anyway. Hehe” He continued to warm himself and dried his fur. He leaned back with his weewee poking up.

Deven blushed and kept sneaking glances at Ozzie's little wee. He had never really seen the penis of anyone who wasn't a dragon before. He was curious. “Um, can I touch your wee?” he asked shyly.

“Um, I guess so.” Ozzie blushed, caught off guard by the question. 

Deven reached his little scaly hand out and touched Ozzie's pink little weewee. It felt warm and soft. It was much softer than his, which was covered in scales for protection. “Its soft.” he said.

“C-can I touch yers?” asked Ozzie. He had never seen a dragon's weewee before, and he too was curious. 

“Sure.” said Deven. He sat with his legs spread and allowed Ozzie access to his weewee.

Ozzie blushed and reached out with his furry little paw and touched Deven's little wee. It felt smooth and warm, but a bit hard. As he touched it, it grew stiff and pokey. “Hehe, yer weewee is smoove n pokey.” he said. 

“Y-yeah.” said Deven. “It does dat when I wub it.”

“Ya wub yer weewee too?” asked Ozzie. He had done so in private many times, but never told anyone. 

“Uh huh.” said Deven. “It feews weally good. I nevew wubbed anyone ewse's weewee befowe.”

“I kinda has.” said Ozzie, remembering how he and Yure played before. “Ya want to twy it?”

“Um, otay.” said Deven. He reached out again and wrapped his little fingers around Ozzie's tiny weewee. He gave it a gentle squeeze and rubbed at it's tip.

Ozzie squeaked and wiggled, giggling some. “Hehe, dat feews funny!” he said. Then he grabbed Deven's small wee and began playing with it and rubbing it as well.

Deven let out a tiny squeak and blushed hotly. “Eep! Yeah, it does feew good.” he said with a smile. He felt of Ozzie's furry balls and played with them as well.

“Ah! Oooh!” Ozzie said, feeling waves of pleasure. He did the same with Deven, feeling his smooth little balls as well. He wiggled them and giggled. 

“Hehehe, dat feews good too!” said Deven happily. He continued to play with Ozzie's bits, squeezing and stroking his little wee and balls. “Fuwwy soft bawws.”

“Uh huhs...” Ozzie said. “Yers is smoove.” He felt more waves of pleasure and began to murr, a sound he never made before. It was a new feature with his skunk body. Suddenly he began to buck his little hips and thrust into Drake's hand.

“What you doin?” asked Deven confused. Then he too began to buck against Ozzie's hand. “Oh! Ooooh!” His body stiffened and his toes curled as he had a dry orgasm.

Ozzie soon followed, having shivers and bucking hard. When both were done, they lay spent on the ground. “Dat fewt...nice.” said Ozzie. His little weewee went soft and shrank back to its flaccid size.

“Uh huhs.” said Deven agreeing. His little wee too went flaccid and became small again. “Wha was dat?”

“It cawwed an owgasm.” said Ozzie. “When we boys get stiffies n get wubbed down dere, we has em. When we aduwts, it happens when we haf sex wif someone. Except den sticky pee comes out.”

“Dat sounds gwoss.” said Deven. “I nevew had sex befowe, buh I wubbed mysewf sometimes. Dat nevew happen though.” 

“It awways makes me tiwed.” said Ozzie, yawning big.

Deven yawned as well. “Its been a wong fun day.” said Deven. “Time for some sweep.” 

Ozzie stood up and nodded. “I'm aww dwy now.” he said. “Gotta put da fiwe out.”

“I got it!” said Deven. He turned around and aimed his little wee at the fire, then began to pee, putting it out.

“Good job!” Ozzie giggled. “Way to use yer weewee!” He crawled naked into the tent and laid down on one of the mats.

Deven soon joined him in laying down on a mat. “Oooh, these are soft and comfy.” he said.

“Hehe, yeah!” said Ozzie. “I got em and dis tent fwom my fwiend.” He settled in, feeling all warm and comfy.

“You mammaws suwe wuv yer soft fings.” said Deven. He wiggled all nakie into the soft mat. “Buh it suwe feews good.” The little dragon yawned.

Ozzie yawned too, and curled up, snuggling his tail. “Uh huhs.” he said softly. As soon as their eyes closed, they were both fast asleep. Unfortunately, Ozzie had forgotten to put a diaper on before lying down, and his little weewee made a big puddle over night.

In the morning the two regressed boys woke up to the sound of birds chirping. 

“Good mownin Ozzie.” said Deven, stretching. His little weewee was all stiff again.

“Good mownin Deven.” said Ozzie. He sat up and felt something wet around him. He remembered being in the river before, but thought he had completely dried himself off by the fire. 

Deven started giggling after looking at the little wet skunk. “Hehehe, you wet in your sweep!” he laughed.

“Ah!” Ozzie yelped in suprise. His little wee was also at attention and peeing again. “I fowgot to put on a diapee wast night!” He blushed, unable to stop the flow. “Good fing da tent and mat awe stain guawded.” He got up, weewee dripping, and went to the river again to wash off. 

Deven smiled and made another fire to help the skunky dry off again.

Once he was dry, Ozzie fetched some towels from a portal and cleaned up the wetness in the tent and made sure it was completely sanitized before packing it up and tossing it back in the portal. Finally, he got out a disposable diaper from his portal and powdered, diapered, and redressed himself while Deven was pottying in the forest. He pooped on a rocky surface then used his flames to burn it away.

After some breakfast, Deven put out the fire and they were on their way again. The two headed through an open field of tall yellow grass and flew over several large gaps in the land. They had a lot of fun flying up and down the sunny hills of the fields of fall colors. 

Finally the two reached the lake where the tower stood. However, before they could go further, a group of fish men jumped out of the water to attack. They were slimy green creatures covered in scales. Each had three fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot, two bulging yellow eyes, and fins on their heads. Some carried tridents and others carried barbed swords.

“Uh oh, deze guys awe enemies of my twibe!” said Deven, getting ready to attack. 

“Dey wook mean and nasty!” Ozzie rolled up his sleeves, getting ready to cast a spell. 

“The dragon clan sends mere children to fight us?” asked one of the fish men in a gurgley voice. “Bah, you're no match for us!” They began attacking by causing a huge wave of water to engulf the two.

Ozzie and Deven easily avoided the watery trap by flying up high. Then Ozzie attacked the wet fish men with lightning, sizzling them.

Deven once again engulfed himself in flames and rolled toward the enemies. He instantly incinerated a group of them and landed on the other side. “Ozzie!” he shouted. “Use dat wightning again on my fiwe!”

“Otays, weady to go!” said Ozzie, preparing his lightning. Once Deven flew into the air he used it.

Deven engulfed himself in flames and lightning this time and flew around, scorching and electrocuting all of the fish men remaining. The ones left alive retreated back into the water.

“Guess dat takes cawe of dem.” said Ozzie. “Dat teach em not to undewestimate us!”

“Yeah!” said Deven. “We kicked their butts!” He flapped his little wings and flew over the lake with the little skunk to the tower. 

“Dis tower is supew taww!” said Ozzie. “I guess we gotta get to da top?”

“Yeah.” said Deven. “We can't fwy up cuz of da high winds n magic scwambwing goin on.”

“Den we go inside.” said Ozzie. “We hafta do dis so I can find Wuna.”

“Yeah! Wets go!” said Deven confidently. The two brave tots headed inside the huge tower to figure out what is going on.

To be continued...