Calin is the biggest and brightest city that Kret has ever seen in her short life. For a kobold who raised herself in the sewers of a moderately small town, selling her services both with her deft hands and her resilient body, being among towering spires that shone so brightly they burned into her eyes for minutes after she closed them is almost like a dream come true.
Or, it would be, had it not been for the fact that she is led through the streets in chains, a collar fashioned around her neck that prevents her innate magic from gathering enough power to cast even the simplest of spells. She may have moved in the world, but all in all, that direction has been a downward crash.
And it is all the fault of select individuals: A Bard who stole her precious little earnings from her failed life as an adventurer, the Muddy Mistress, who made him desperate enough to rob an innocent to begin with, the bouncer who sold her out to pad his own pockets, the bandits who used her body for their pack mule and for their pleasure, all the while preaching some self-righteous bullshit at her. All of these people ruined her life in one way or another, and she’s being taken to the one person who sent them all out after her. Someone’s looking for a kobold. She doesn’t know which kobold or why, but this person, Vijaya, has his fingers in a lot of seedy businesses. It’s about time she meets him directly.
The elven lackey who holds her chain stands tall with his head tilted back so far all the time, she swears that if he’s not trying to be condescending, he’s got a neck problem. By his frilly dress and the way he walks, he obviously finds himself quite important, yet no one around seems fit to even utter his name. Another slave, perhaps? Or just a pawn who thinks himself more than what he is?
They pass by many bustling streets, filled with merchants and buyers of all sorts. Such a cosmopolitan mix Kret had never seen before. Most people she had contact with were human or one of their hybrid offspring, but here, she sees full-blooded orcs and elves talk to strange fish creatures and lizardfolk. Not only that, but anthropomorphs of all varieties cross her gaze, from dogs to cats to things she had heard about in bardic tales. Surely, this place is important, and in the center of it all rests a magnificent palace, shining like the brightest gold among the bright buildings and bright sun of the bright Calin.
By the time they step in through the doors of the palace, Kret’s vision is nothing but blurry splotches of flashing color. Blinking only gave way to afterimages of humanoid shapes, and even as the interior becomes darker as they traverse the corridors, she still cannot see, and she must rely only on her hearing to gather her situation and surroundings.
“Talendis, my friend,” the new voice speaks up. A smooth wave of class covers the gravel in the male’s words. “What is this delightful creature that you have brought before me?”
The elf tugs on Kret’s chains and she falls to her hands and knees, bowing her head low. “This is a kobold captured on the road from the Muddy Mistress.”
“Ah, yes. There hasn’t been much word from that establishment—or the town for that matter—since you’ve left. You’ve made quite the impact. I would say I’m impressed, but there’s quite the danger in having a wild card milling about, wouldn’t you say, my sweet?”
Kret notices some movement, a slithering against the ground, a slight hiss. Did he have pet snake? The grip on her chain tightens, and she tries to keep her position, despite the elf’s actions, whatever they were.
Nerves, perhaps?
Her holder, Talendis, responds with a quiver in his voice, yet he obviously fights hard to hide it. “Yes, indeed. I can confirm this is the kobold. Witnesses attest she was up in Panas’s room before she disappeared.”
“I care not for the fate of that zealot,” the smooth-gravel voice spoke. “I seek a specific kobold and a specific item. You’ve brought me a toy of little consequence.”
“M… Master Vijaya?” the elf questions. “I-I thought.”
“What?” The sound of flesh and claw landing on tile follows the click of toes and the pad of scales. “You thought you’d be honored for bringing me the one who destroyed a business partner of mine? You believed it would move you up along the ladder of this organization? No, I’m afraid not. You can go now and leave me with this new toy for now. Is that understood?”
“I…” the elf begins, but then clears his throat. “Very well. I shall redouble my effort to locate the artifact for you.”
The chain clatters to the ground and shoes click along the floor as her handler leaves. The slithering approaches closer to Kret. What little she can see is bright white scales, yet with a quick whistle from Vijaya, the scaled creature darts off behind her.
The scream that follows shudders up along her spine. No one responds to Talendis’s pleas for mercy. Instead, his cries become weaker as they disappear further down the hall. All the while, her vision slowly returns to her, showing that there is no more sign of her captor or the mysterious serpent sent after him. He just simply vanished, leaving her in a room alone with the big boss behind everything—Vijaya.
When she finally lifts her head to look at the mastermind, she stumbles down onto the floor once again. “You’re… you’re a kobold!?” She gasps.
With a strong jaw and long snout, Vijaya is indeed a kobold, yet one of noble bearing. Bright features line a crown that fits along his crest and travel down the sleeves of his tunic, approximating the look of an ancient predator. His claws, both his hands and his feet, are long, curved, and black, perfect to tear into scale and muscle. Those orange eyes of his burn brightly, even in the dark, their slits staring down at the woman below him, but even as he looms over her, a smile curls over his mouth, his teeth bright, white, and sharp from constant care. “No, I am your master.”
“From one master to another,” she sighs, sitting upon her knees and holding her hands up to him. “But why enslave another kobold?” she asks, holding her hands up, hoping he would remove the shackles from her.
Vijaya’s gaze narrows, but he squats slightly to face her eyes. “Appealing to similar bloodlines, how primitive. Kind does not mean anything in Calin. Everyone is judged by the worth of their character, not by their birth. You see,” he adds, bringing a clawed hand to her cheeks, tracing along her snout with his paw while his talons scratch her scales,
“Appearance is superficial. I am the leader of a very powerful organization. You, however, are gutter trash.”
Kret grits her teeth, the beginnings of a growl growing in her throat, but Vijaya’s clawed toe lifts, poking just below her belly. “There is, however, something to admire in you,” he says, the toe scratching along her underbelly.
The only movement Kret does is lower her head, showing her submission to Vijaya. Her growl instantly disappears as she offers this supplication.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, pulling his toe away. “You’re a powerful individual. You may not be the prize I sought, but you are a prize, nonetheless. Do as I say, and you’ll move up in this world. A slave, certainly, but the chief among them, standing at my side as a true horror to behold. Do you understand me?” He scratches under her chin, his nostrils just in front of hers. His hot breath slightly spiced, making her wrinkle her nose.
“I… I understand, master,” she admits. “Please, have mercy on this slave.”
“Very well. I’ll need to keep my eye on you to begin with, just to make sure that you’re exactly what I’m looking for. Now then, come. Sit. I have business to attend to.” He pulls upon her chain as he climbs onto a
series of pillows. When he leans back, he yanks her in close, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and scratching under her chin. “Now, be a good dear and cuddle your master.”
Kret closes her eyes, placing a hand upon his chest and scoots in closer against his body. “Y… yes, Master,” she breathes out, holding back for him.
The doors on the other side of the chamber open, flooding it with bright light. Instinctively, she buries her face against Vijaya. The crime boss covers her face with his feathered sleeve and calls to his company. “Ah, and how are you this delightful day? Take a seat, if you’re so inclined.”
“I will remain standing,” the croaking voice responds. “I have not been permitted to relax on such decadent displays. I’m sure you understand.”
“No rest for the wicked, is there?” Vijaya says. “Very well, very well. Then, tell me, what can I do for you and for your queen?”
“The book has been missing for far too long. You promised our queen results, yet you have failed her on numerous occasions.”
Kret peers through a few feathers to get a look at the new visitor. Draped in a cloak, the guest is quite tall. Even hunched over, it towers over the two kobolds. Yet, Vijaya is calm and collected. Why? With her own magic dampened and being this close to him, she should be able to tell if he has a magical aura, yet he has none. He’d be completely exposed for retaliation if things go sour.
“Those failure are of my subordinates,” Vijaya says, shrugging. Your queen wouldn’t be to blame if you were to fail in your tasks, would she? I’ve dealt with them accordingly for their failures as a proper leader should.”
“You tread on dangerous ground, Vijaya. My queen could take everything you own and leave you in squalor. Is that the future you see for yourself?”
“Not something I’m interested in,” he admits.
While the two continue their pleasantries, Kret realizes that pissing this queen off would lead to the end of all of her enemies at once.
She feels her preservation instinct kick in and pulls herself free from Vijaya to fling herself to the floor before the mysterious hooded guest. “Oh servant of such a great queen. I cannot lie to you in the face of such presence. My master, Vijaya, has deceived you and your queen. He sold the book for his own gain. See? I am a kobold—the kobold that once owned the book you seek!”
The cloaked figure trembles, and an unnatural howl issues out from within. Sweeping off of the ground, the creature leaps for Vijaya, who stands tall, his eyes focused on Kret with a burning hate. Kret flashes a toothy grin back at him. Her path to vengeance has finally begun.
Behind Vijaya, a white streak zips by and a human arm clotheslines the diplomat, sending it sprawling to the floor.
Kret collapses on the ground when she sees it—her—Vijaya’s pet. Her upper body is that of a beautiful woman. She’s both a work of art and a wondrous frame of strength. Though she is clad in golden armor, her lower body is unshod, self-armored by a long, scaled tail that curls around her master, keeping her safe. Her scales and skin are like the color of snow, yet a heat burns in her black eyes as her beautiful appearance is marred only by the devotion and anger on her face.
“Your queen isn’t the only one with pets, messenger,” Vijaya says, his fingers brushing over her scales. The snake woman seems not to mind it. Instead, she reaches for her back and pulls out a trident. Gripping it tightly in her hands, she holds it in striking position. “When you return to your queen, let her know that the rebellion is at hand, and we will not be dealing with her anymore.” With a flick of his talon, the snake woman plunges the weapon into the creature’s face. Another howl sends black vapor screaming through the halls. When they disappear, all is supernaturally quiet.
Vijaya sniffs the air after a quick moment to adjust his crown. His pet sheathes her weapon, her face shifted to that of one of serene calm. No more is there the fury that makes her a monster. Instead, she lowers her head, her tail coiling up around her so that she may bow before her master.
“You’ve done well, Aelis,” Vijaya says. “I trust that the elf is also taken care of? I notice a distinct lack of the normal tells.” He pets her cheek, making sure not to let his claws mar her pristine flesh.
She shakes her head, placing a hand upon her breast. With a flick of her tongue and a quick hiss, she says her response, though Kret has no idea what it could possibly mean. Vijaya laughs at it all the same. ‘Yes, I suppose I didn’t give you enough time to savor the kill. Don’t worry, You’ll have time soon enough, but I have another prize awaiting you.” He looks up from his pet, only to stare deathly cold towards Kret. His smile does not fade, and when he speaks, it is still to Aelis. “I don’t think this pet I acquired is suitable for service to me. You, on the other hand, deserve a little reward for saving my life. Take her. She’s yours. Bring her to the theater to make an example of her, my beautiful lamia.”
Aelis towers high above the kobold slave. Kret scrambles back to
escape, but Aelis lunges forward, her tail wrapping around her body, squeezing her tight. So wide is their size difference that even with the poor kobold tied up around her, Aelis is unhindered in her movements. She slithers past, humming to herself an unusual song as they pass through the chamber and into another brightly lit hall.
Kret squeezes her eyes shut, cursing her luck, yet Aelis is not
bothered. As she hums, Kret finds her voice melodic, calming even. But the kobold shouts. “Let me go. Let me go, and I’ll never bother you or your master again!”
But the snake hears none of it. When large doors open before them, Aelis enters in, whipping her tail around and letting go of the kobold. Kret tumbles through sand, and stumbles to her feet. Thankfully, this room is dark. All the better to see Vijaya and a cabal of onlookers watching the two females confined to this small arena. The weight around Kret’s neck is lighter now, and she rubs her throat. The collar is still there, but the chain has been removed, resting now in the lamia’s hands.
Aelis’s gaze is that of almost child-like wonder as she examines the kobold. She drops the chain into the sand and remains still, her eyes flickering towards her master. Kret clenches her fists, ready for whatever the demented kobold has in store for her next.
“Dear friends,” Vijaya speaks, standing tall and holding his hands up to address the others. “Our diplomatic ties to the Dark Kingdom have come to an end. I present to you now the key to our continued independence from her decadent rule: Aelis, the most beautiful and most powerful Lamia, bred for the specific purpose to deal with anything the Queen will send at us. And tonight, you will be treated to a demonstration of her abilities firsthand.”
Kret has to hold back her fear at this. Straight up combat with a giant deadly monster? How the hell will she survive? She’s not even armed, like Aelis is. She looks for any weakspot in the impressive plating, but double takes at the sight she see. “The hells?” she exclaims as she sees the trident fall to the sand. Aelis flicks a clasp on her gauntlet, letting it fall to the floor as well. She then proceeds with the other one. Kret eases her tense posture as she watches the ritual in strange fascination. She’s stripping down? But why? What sort of combat capabilities would that lead to?
When Aelis undoes her chestplate, her breasts bounce free, which
is followed by a quick gasp by the creature. She coos gently as she rubs along those soft mounds, free finally from the constraining armor. If she wasn’t a giant snake monster, Kret admits, she would be quite an attractive young woman.
Often, Kret thought about what it would be like to not be what she is, to be conventionally beautiful among her peers in human society. When the men came calling for pleasure, the ones who choose her only did it because of her exotic nature or her small size. If Aelis would put on a dress, she would be nearly indistinguishable from the women of high court with suitors lining up to take her hand in marriage. They wouldn’t hate her, wouldn’t find her some perverse prize.
Aelis tosses her helmet before Kret’s feet, shaking her head and letting her long white locks spill over her shoulders. Kret had never seen something so beautiful before, and she lowers her arms completely in awe of this creature.
Aelis flutters her eyes, slowly slithering towards the entranced kobold girl. Her arms and her belly wave and writhe in such intricate patterns that everyone watching can’t help but stare at her, even Kret herself. When Aelis encircles her, she makes a ring with the tip of her tail touching the front, sliding down to be face-to-face with Kret. Pale, yet smooth arms rest upon the kobold’s shoulders, sending tingles of delight down her form unlike anything she has experienced before. Kret cannot help but smile as the lamia leans in, spreading her lips just slightly, fangs poking delicately from under her lips. Her forked tongue slips free, tasting the pet’s scales.
Kret gasps, her legs giving way. She reaches out to stop herself, but gets a handful of the lamia’s soft chest. Her instinct is to pull away, yet she does not. Instead, she finds her palms pressing to the peaks, Aelis’s nipples stiffening underneath her touch, and a soft coo rising up from the Lamia’s throat.
Vijaya speaks, yet Kret does not—cannot—listen to his words. Before her is the most beautiful creature she has ever seen. She feels the heat build up within her as the goddess before her smiles softly, her eyes deep black pits of omnipresent love.
Kret’s lover brings her lips up against the small Kobold’s shoulder. She gasps as those lovely sharp fangs scratch along at her scales. Kret’s hands break free from her chest, only to lace through the lamia’s snow white hair.
Aelis giggles under the kobold’s touch, only to then wrap her lips around the little creature, penetrating her flesh with her venomous bite.
Kret’s legs wobble as the warmth spreads from her body up into her skull. Her eyes roll back in her head as every sensation within her body intensifies beyond anything she had experienced before. When Aelis removes her mouth, she licks her lips clean of the kobold’s blood. Kret lets go of her lover, stumbling down until she falls on to her rump. As she stares at the lamia, everyone else melts away, until even the sand around them disappears. There is Aelis. There is Kret. There is no more. Kret burns with such fire. Her hands feel over her scales. Every minuscule nerve in her body fires at an accelerated rate. The kobold slave lifts her hips, howling into the darkness around her for more of that pleasure.
That’s when Aelis strikes again. Those lips push up between her legs, her serpentine tongue shooting deep inside of her, flickering over her folds, causing the kobold to scream in unrestrained pleasure. But as soon and as suddenly as her tongue pleasures the kobold’s sex, it retreats, leaving Kret alone, begging for more in whimpering cries.
Aelis rises up on her tail, her hands caressing her body. She
glances at Kret with half-lidded eyes, with some fingers brushing over her own lips as the other moves down below her waist, to the slit in her tail. With her own groan, the lamia throws her head back, calling out to unknown powers as she thrusts forward.
She’s a snake. She’s a slithering, scaled creature. Yet within her emerges another, smaller snake. Kret blinks as she looks down at the new viper that emerges from within Aelis, tilting her head and wondering just what it’s doing in there. But soon enough, the kobold spreads her legs and takes a finger to open one lip, begging for the attentions of her lover’s cock.
“Aelis is a special girl, indeed,” a voice—familiar, yet far away—echoes in her mind. “Go ahead, give her your love, my special girl…”
Aelis hooks her tail around the kobold’s back, pulling her in, knocking her forward until the hard member pokes her nostril. Kret snorts, wiping her snout clean. 
The Lamia pulls her tail in, squeezing her closer against her pole, rubbing the slime-coated member over Kret’s cheeks. Needing to breathe properly, Kret opens her mouth, only to have the thing shove down deeper inside her.
Aelis holds her in place with that tail of hers and pushes herself forward using her dancing maneuvers. Her body writhes in a sensual and expressive dance, but the kobold only notices the thick throbbing meat that pushes against her throat. She tries to please her lover, but finds herself much too occupied pushing herself away. But why would she do that? Why forsake the love of Aelis? Why try to escape the only one who matters?”
Thoughts like that sink away to the deeper places, where they are drowned out by the sounds of spit and precum sloshing around inside of her throat. The rod invades the back of her throat, clogging her windpipe. The kobold gags, coughing with all the force her lungs and diaphragm can muster. It’s then that the lamia’s femdick releases, shooting shot after desperate shot down inside of her, threatening to drown her in hermaphroditic sperm.
Kret clutches at her throat, feeling not her scales, but the cold metal that is attached to it. That is when her eyes open once more, seeing the onlookers leering at her punishment. Her punishment, not her loving embrace.
Vijaya raises his hand and shouts to his pet, and Aelis only lets Kret go at that order. The lamia strokes human fingers over her reptilian penis, licking her blood-stained lips once more at the sight of the downed kobold.
Kret hacks up mucus and cum from her throat, her body retching, fighting not to hurl even as her throat burns on the inside.
“That poor slave girl,” Vijaya jeers, “she thinks Aelis is done with her. She can’t be more wrong.”
Kret gasps and swings her claw towards the snake, only to have a strong arm catch her by the wrist. Kret kicks and scratches where she can, but is powerless when the lamia’s fangs descend once more into her flesh, biting at her other shoulder this time.
Her resistance wanes, and she once again falls into the world of darkness and of love. Soon, the hands of the delightful lover wrap around her small body, pulling her in close, pressing her back against the pillowy breasts of hers. Kret almost purrs as she licks the lamia’s chin. Aelis smiles, returning the lick. She then looks down between her legs where a throbbing cock rises once again—an insatiable beast awaiting its next meal.
Kret cuddles her lover’s cheek and then whispers to her. “I’ll handle this, my love.”
Aelis blinks, but nods, and soon, through a series of weaves and slides, the lamia finds herself on her back, hands propping her head up as the kobold rests on her stomach. Kret scoots over the lamia’s humanoid belly, letting her feel how ready she is with her drooling sex. Her slit kisses the side of the pole, and the thing twitches, leaking just a little bit of pre before settling down. “Just watch this, my love. I’ll handle everything for your pleasure.”
Kret remembers her times working both as a seamstress and the moonlighting she did at the establishment’s seedier side. Many of the men who had used her body back then enjoyed sitting back and letting her take the lead. Despite her small size, she has always been resilient, and even though Aelis is monstrously sized for a woman, her length is nothing compared to other creatures she had taken before. Kret lifts herself up, standing on her toes and gazing into her lover’s eyes as she lowers herself onto the pole. Aelis is entranced by the display, licking her lips, her cock quivering in the anticipation. When the slit presses up against the tip and spreads to swallow it, a soft grunt escapes the snake woman’s lips. Soon, Kret rests her knees upon the ground as she lowers herself, her tail supporting her body as the Lamia’s dick pushed itself deeper into her. The sensation is like that she had felt before, yet a million times more wonderful. Nothing could ever break this spell her beloved had on her, even if she used Kret much like those men.
Kret tries herself down, frowning at some half-remembered discomfort. Inside, the tip knocks on the door of her innermost chamber. Kret’s tongue rolls out and her eyes roll back as she feels the bulge in her stomach growing. Though she sits on Aelis’s tail now, she is not done, and she lifts herself up, only to throw herself back down upon her lover’s body.
Over and over again, Kret pleasures the snake with no regard to her own safety. And why should she? Her mistress has only the best intentions for her, after all. What’s a little pain when it comes to hearing her moan or watching her writhe around in the unbridled joy of being serviced by a loving slave?
Aelis coils her tail around her toy, wrapping her arms around Kret as she constricts the kobold around her. The embrace is so tight, so loving. It’s like the lamia will never ever let her go, and Kret screams into her soft chest, proclaiming her undying devotion.
Then, Aelis shoots deep into her. Her cock straining with each shot as it fills Kret’s womb with the lamia’s seed, her deepest chambers catching the sperm inside her to save for when she next forms an egg. Shame it would go to waste. What better father would there be than the lovely Aelis?
“That’s enough, my dear,” Vijaya’s voice breaks free to Kret. The kobold’s eyes focus back, seeing the white snake woman before her as if for the first time. Her sex is sore, her belly feeling as if it is stretched thin, and a wave of shame floods over her. Surely, nothing can get worse.
“Now that you’ve had your fun, why don’t you proceed to the main course?”
Aelis’s tongue slithers out in a quick and satisfied hiss, and Kret has to wonder what the ‘main course’ is. That is, until the lamia’s stomach grumbles, like the roar of a mad beast.