The work of a bounty hunter is a thankless and difficult one, but for those who take up the call, the rewards are great, if shallow. But that’s just fine for Kisk. The kobold had always enjoyed working on his own, and the idea that each being he captures having a price matches his own sensibilities just perfectly.
Kisk has been working on this particular case for a month, tracking a particularly slippery doppelganger who had been caught in a broad embezzlement scheme against a, particularly powerful merchant guild. These people had shallow morals and deep pockets that definitely paid well to get problems to disappear.
So, Kisk set up his perch in the trees, keeping himself vigilant drinking rainwater and eating hardtack. It sucks, but it’ll be worth it when his arrow flies through the thief’s throat.
A few crunches in the leaves get the kobold to perk up, his sawtoothed smile visible under the shadow of his hood. He pulls back on the string, his arrow ready to let fly. “There… payday…” he whispers to himself, chuckling low under his breath. Ready for the right moment. Just… one… more… step!
Out of nowhere, a towering bovine warrior roars through the foliage, swinging an ax and breaking through the trees. Kisk’s mark sees this newcomer and immediately bolts into the deeper woods.
Kisk lets slip the arrow, which misses the target and embeds itself in front of the hooves of the cow.
“What the-!?” The kobold growls, glancing off to the deeper woods. Rage burns in his red eyes, and he hops down to confront the newcomer.
The cow stands there, wielding ax with two hands. The cow snorts, roaring off into the forest. Her battle armor covers only the bare minimum needed, marking her as a barbarian. Of course.
“Don’t let me catch you near that town again, you thief!” she bellows out into the forest. “Or, I’ll chop your head off!”
“Stupid cow!” Kisk hisses, jumping out of the trees. He stares up at her, one hand on his bow, the other holding an arrow. “That was Kisk’s Mark! Head of livestock come in here, dressed like slut, and ruins month’s of work!”
The cow looks down at him, a stern gaze upon her face. She rests the shaft of her ax over her shoulder and holds her free hand up, wagging her finger at him. “I assure you. I’m neither livestock nor a slut. I am Isabella Mendez, and I am a righteous warrior fighting to preserve life and help evildoers see the light of day.”
“Blah, Blah, blah,” Kisk says, taking a few steps around her. “Cheese-headed cow wants to show off tits stumbling around where big boys play.”
She grabs onto her weapon again. “I think you need to show me some respect, little boy.”
Kisk snickers. “Think Kisk is little boy? Cute.” With that, he leaps up and pulls on his bow. She swings her weapon, but he’s gotten too close, and he springs off of her tits, dropping his blade to clatter to the ground.
“What the hell are you, mmm!?” she stares wide-eyed, her face full of kobold crotch. Kisk grabs onto her horns, his feet gripping hard upon her bare shoulders.
“Take a whiff of real man. Want make cow suck on balls?”
She snorts and drops her weapon, going to punch him, but he hops up, doing a handstand with her horns right as her fist comes colliding with her cheek.
The cow falls back, and the kobold falls on his feet, giving her a quick bow. “Stupid cow… and a stupid cow only good for milking and breeding.” He holds up his hand, rolling a clip around his finger.
Isabella gasps and reaches for her collar, only for her top to pop off, her tits spilling out. She coughs and covers her chest, pulling her legs in to get past her shame. “W… what are you?”
Kisk grabs his hood and pulls it off, showing off his distinguished kobold face. He kicks up the dropped ax, holding it with his hands and feet, getting the blade right to her face “You Kisk’s bitch… Now, yield!”
Isabella’s eyes widen, trembling slightly. “I… why are we even fighting…?
“Dumb cow… not fighting. Playing with new plaything.”
“P… plaything?” she asks, her face glowing bright red. “I… I’m no one’s-”
He pushes the ax closer against her throat. “Can’t fight ‘little boy. Can’t catch thief. Can’t dress not like slut. Either end up as dinner or as slut” he reaches down, unhooking his belt. HIs pants slowly slide down over his hips. “Which one you want?”

Isabella’s eyes widen, her whole form shudders, her throat rubbing against the sharp blade of her ax. She gulps, but even that scratches her neck, letting a little blood trickle down from the tiny cut. She’s well and indeed in this kobold’s mercy.
The cow closes her eyes, and she whispers. “Your cock…”
Kisk leans in, pressing the blade against her hide. “Hm…?”
“I’ll suck your cock!” the cow responds, tears rolling down her eyes.
He snickers, kicking the ax away, letting it spin across the ground. “Clothes… gone!” He pulls out a dagger, rolling it among his fingers. “Or I take.”
She shifts herself, rubbing her neck, but shimmying herself out of her outfit. She glances around. Despite being out in the woods, they are near a trade route. Anyone passing by could hear, and see, everything going on.
Kisk eagerly disrobes himself. He hardly gives her a moment to consider the size of his kobold cock before he hops up again, grabbing onto her horns and yanking her down on top of him. 
The dick pokes her right against her nose, making her snort and cough, but Kisk quickly takes that moment to shove his cock right into her.
Isabella grunts, tasting the sweaty, musky thing. Kisk had been waiting for his mark for days, and he is quite pent up after all of that. The kobold ruts, pushing past the meager defense she holds with her tongue, getting down as far as her throat by yanking her horns closer to him.
Izzy’s head hurts, and when the cock pokes against her uvula, she gags, but he doesn’t let her go. She coughs and heaves, but he thrusts his hips forward. It would be hard to breathe with such a foreign body in her, but he’s teaching her a lesson. Her life, her very breath, is now entirely under his control.
He lets go of her, and she backs off, rubbing her throat and coughing up spit and precum out of her mouth.
Kisk stands up, grabbing her ear, giving her a rough tug. “Stupid slut! Thank me!”
“Th… thank you!?” 
“No, thanks?” Kisk responds a sinister smile crosses across his face. “Then, no speaking!” He says. “On back, now!” He tugs at her ear.
Izzy groans, reaching for his hand, but he grabs her wrist, twisting her, the pressure building up until she rolls onto her back.
He snickers, hopping up on her stomach, his hands grabbing her tits. “Look this! Perfect milk!”
“I… I don’t have milk. I’d have to be pregnant for that!”
“Then Kisk fix. Cow needs make milk!” He squeezes her tits hard, marking her jugs with his claws and scooting up, marking her stomach with his precum, lining his cock up between those tits. “Perfect cow for milk and fucking! Squeeze tits!”
She blushes deeply. “N... No, I can’t, I—
Hoofbeats come from just past the bushes, and voices come up, an indistinct chatter at first, but she soon squirms from under him.
Kisk hops up, sitting on her tits and clamping his hands over her mouth. “No scream words!” he hisses, then lets his hands off of her, staring at her with deadly intent.
“I… I know them… they’ll… they’ll see me like this…!”
His grin widens when he hears that. “Then, they can’t see Izzy. They only hear cow slut, and they leave alone.”
“I… no… I can’t.”
“Master of stealth,” he says, placing a hand on his chest. “Save reputation, let me fuck tits!”
She grunts, keeping her eyes away from him, but she moves her hands down, squishing her tits together.
He sits on her face when he sticks his cock in between her cow tits. He ruts her, slapping and squeezing her tits, letting out loud and quick grunts with each thrust he gives her, leaving her wholly smothered by his butt and balls, the side of her face against the ground and giving her the sight of horses clopping down the road.
The horses then stop, and the voices rise up. “What’s going on over, oh fuck!”
Kisk continues pumping against her tits and looks over towards the travelers. “Go away! This Kisk’s whore!”
The two men chuckle and urge their horses onward. “Damn, lucky bastard.”
“Fuck, I wish Izzy was as loose as that bitch. I’d rail her all night long if she wasn’t such a prude.”
Izzy’s face burns with embarrassment, and Kisk thrusts once more, groaning lewdly, shooting off his cum all over her tits and stomach. “Hehee… looks like friends think the cow a slut, too!” he says. “No respect. Get none from no one.”
“I… am I just… a slut?” she asks, her eyes wide, staring off into the distance.
He squats down, licking at his snout, drawing over her mouth with his dripping cock. “Look like, smell like, sound like… must be!”
“No, I’m… I’m a proper warrior… I’m…”
“Beat by little kobold. All jizzy!” He walks off of her. “Everyone think slut, but just Kisk’s.”
“I… I don’t.”
He squeezes her cheeks, turning her eyes to face his. “No more talking! Kisk know what need! Just Kisk’s cow for fuck! Yes?”
She stares up into his eyes, the fear in them disappearing. She closes them and nods.
He snickers. “Good, good, cow!’ he then drops her and walks back over towards his stuff. “Now, Kisk has plans…”
With no fight from the cow, Kisk takes a set of ropes and ties her up to a nearby tree just by the road, making sure that everyone can see her giant udders, but tieing the line so that it goes under her thighs, covering her sex. “Only for Kisk,” he says patting at her pussy. “Kisk be back. No let anyone touch, or be in trouble.”
The cow moans through her gag, rubbing her knees together. Kisk snickers and pulls his hood back over his head. “Good girl. Kisk back with surprise. Perfect for slut,” he then runs off, disappearing into the darkness.

The town has had little worries for a good while now. The heroes and adventurers have kept things calm, which means no one has any real means of excitement. In fact, there was one last bounty, and one confident kobold had already left to take care of it.
So, no one was expecting the scene that would grace their sleepy town. The clopping of hooves made some look up to see what hero would be riding in on a steed, only for people to drop what they were doing and to stare in shock.
There rides Kisk, the bounty hunter, with the bounty, tied up and gagged, walking behind him. But no one is watching the bounty… they all admire his steed! It’s not a horse at all, but a cow, and not just any cow, but a lewd and degenerate toy of a cow. Over her own hide, she wears a Holstein pattern suit that does nothing to cover her up. Huge holes open up to give her massive tits and her entire rear end room to breathe. In her mouth, Kisk holds reigns, and her hands are gloved with fake hooves.
With each step she makes, her udderly huge tits jiggle and wiggle, the new ring piercings on them slapping up against her sensitive flesh. Tears flow down her eyes. She tries to look away, but when she does, she goes off the path. Kisk gives her a swift kick to the side, urging her own. “Keep straight. Eyes up!” he commands. “Need deliver bounty, cow!”
One of the townsfolk steps up, leaning in. “Say there. That’s quite the steed you got there. Was she hard to break in?”
Kisk snickers. “No. Not hard at all.” He slaps her on the rear.
“Don’t mind if you give us all a show, do ya?” the man asks, a sneer on his face.
Izzy whimpers, backing off just a bit from him. A moment later, Kisk stands on her head, a dagger pointing at the man’s throat. “This is MY cow!” he growls. She only for Me!”
Izzy watches with a strange wonder as the man runs off, leaving them alone. Kisk then climbs back down and spurs her own, kicking into her sides with his heels.
She groans, trotting off towards the sheriff’s office. There, Kisk jumps off of her and hitches her to the post. He grabs onto his bounty and yanks the blindfolded and gagged woman along. “Come, come! Time for pay!” He turns towards Izzy and says. “Behave!” before passes through the doors.
Izzy stands there, tied to the post, her rear exposed for everyone to see. Various faces and voices, both familiar and unknown to her, stand around and mutter, admiring the view of the cow’s exposed vagina. Her embarrassment burns through her. She can do nothing to turn her head down, to keep everyone from seeing her. But, the more that watched her, the more she burned up, not just in her cheeks, but between her legs. Her legs get wobbly, and she feels the admiration and jealousy in the people. They can look, but they can’t touch.
Kisk knocks the door open and saunters on out, hopping back on her. “Back to camp, cow!” he says, looking over towards everyone as they begin to trot off. “Time for real ride!”
The whole way back to camp, Izzy had to endure the swell of her newly-discovered exhibitionist tendencies. She had time to think about the feelings those townsfolk gave her as she stood there, tied up and unable to hide her shame. What shame? She’s realized now that she really is just a slutty cow for this kobold!
“Good girl,” Kisk says, patting her rump. “Almost there. REady?”
She nods her head, but he slaps her ass. “Answer right, cow!”
She moos for him, tilting her head back.
“Very good,” he chuckles, soon, getting up to the secluded area where they had been staying. With his expert ease, he rushes out of his clothes, eager to have his prize.
Izzy moos in surprise, feeling the large kobold cock slide up into her. He had hopped onto his favorite fuck crate, the stool he needed to get to her butt and just started rutting away.
“Good cow, no fuck random strangers!” he hisses. “Only for Kisk, very good!”
She nods, sliding her front hoof along the ground.
“Look forward to this all day!” he says, rutting into her and pulling on the reigns. “Let hear your want!”
She follows the reigns, her tongue rolling out. She rolls out a loud and long moo, broken with each thrust and her need to breathe.
He’s an insatiable humper. His libido meant that Izzy would be fucked for so long, but she loves it now, mooing out for him, desperately wanting to be Kisk’s cock-slut and fuck toy.
HE squeezes her ample ass, tightening his grip on the reigns, shoving his cock further up inside her than she could think possible. With a final long groan, he shoots off inside of her, claiming her as his own once more.
She collapses, becoming a twitching, needy mess. Her face is kept from the ground, held up by Kisk’s tight grip on her reigns.
Kisk snickers, hopping off of his crate and walking around to the front. He watches as she gazes at him with tear-filled, hazy eyes. “Good girl,” he growls. “Said you’d be good meat. Best fuck meat!” he chuckles and gives her a pat on the cheek. “Now, then, rest up. We have long trip ahead!”
He hitches her up to the ground, and she closes her eyes, laying there and recovering from the long travel and hard fucking. Meanwhile, Kisk sits there, watching the conquest curl up and drift away.
He may have missed his mark that day, but he gained treasure more magnificent than any money… a living, breathing set of holes!