Yes

“Fine. I’m going to do it, but don’t say that I didn’t warn you.” Oz smirked and lifted their hands in mock surrender. “Oh no, so fucking scary. The mind scourge is gonna get me.” Arthur frowned. His hand darted forward. A blank look spread across oz’s face as a small jolt passed out of Arthur’s fingertips, across the table, and into Oz’s chest.

“Oz. Do you hear me?” Oz nodded. “Okay, we’re going to keep this short and sweet. When you wake up you’re going to believe everything I tell you and you’re going to want to help me however you can. You got it?” The kobold nods. “Believe you.” Arthur sighs relief. “Awake.” The kobold blinks slowly a couple of times. “I… what? What were we doing?” The kobold grabbed their drink and took a pull.

“Aww fuck. Okay, so it’s real. Come around here and let me get a look at it. I can’t believe that you’re not actually fucking with me.” Arthur stood and moved around to the other side of the table and sat, Oz scooted over between Arthur and the wall. Arthur set his ring hand on the table, and Oz stood up on the bench to look closer. “You said that you only started looking like that a few days ago?” Arthur shrugged. “Yeah, I didn’t look like this in college. You don’t remember?” The kobold shook their head. “No, some kind of memory alteration, smooth though. Clean. What exactly was changed?” Arthur winced as a sharp nail poked the skin under his finger. “I’m taller, more muscular. I’m… I mean, look at me. I’m hot now.” “Yeah you are.” “What?” “What?” The kobold’s eyes darted up to him and looked away, refocusing on the ring, face heating. “Hmm? Yeah well, anything else?” Arthur fidgeted. “My… um, my cock, is about four times as big.” The kobold’s small heart skipped a beat, and they were suddenly aware of how tightly they were pressed between Arthur and the wall. Oz paused, and took another drink.

“Have you noticed any other… changes?” Arthur swallowed. “I don’t have a refractory period anymore. That’s what it’s called right?” Oz nodded. “My- Um, I’m trying to keep this as clinical sounding as possible, my… volume is significantly increased. And the taste has triggered orgasms in my- partners.” Oz’s lips parted, sucking in a sharp breath through their teeth.

Arthur’s efforts to keep things professional were failing, a visible bulge drew Oz’s attention, their eyes locked on the outline in Arthur’s pants. “Did you need- want- I want to- help.” Arthur glanced around. They had a back corner booth, which jutted out at an awkward angle. Nobody could see them. He nodded and Oz practically leapt into his lap, grinding against each other with an almost frantic need. Knees planted on either side of Arthur’s hips. Too short to lock lips, Oz reached up and entwined fingers behind Arthur’s neck to brace themselves, thick tail hanging off the bench between Arthur’s legs. Arthur placed one hand on the kobolds hips to guide the frantic pace, the other landed just above the tail, pulling them closer.

Arthur wasn’t sure how it happened but his cock was out, pressed between them as Oz continued to grind. Just as mysteriously Oz’s stretchy pants had slid down juuuust enough and the next thing Arthur knew his cock slipped inside. It was hot, too hot. Kobolds ran hotter than humans but that just made it feel better. It was tight and wet and slick and… Arthur was sure that there wasn’t enough room inside but here he was, buried to the hilt. Oz bounced up and down, body getting hotter and hotter. The sounds of the crowded bar floor trickled into the booth. “Fuck, fuck me. Anyone- anyone could see us.” Oz panted out. Arthur picked up the pace. This was too much for Oz, who bit into his shirt in a vain effort to keep quiet and got a mouthful of slime for their effort. It didn’t matter though. Knees dug into his hips pulling him as deep as he could go and shudders and spasms ran up their body as every muscle lit itself on fire at the same time. Arthur exploded, and a fresh wave of pleasure ran through Oz. Arthur’s cock slipped out, and Oz spasmed some more as the sensation of his hot cum leaking out tormented them.

They fixed themselves just in case the waitress wandered over, but Oz remained on Arthur’s lap, panting gently into his shoulder.