A Chance Encounter

Story by Hinny Mule on SoFurry

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A Chance Encounter

By William W. Kelso

Krissa was in a hurry; she almost always was, in the way of her kind. Kobolds if anything could be single minded if they got an idea fixed in their head. And her idea was pretty fixed, she was going to the human town called Dempsey's Ford to find; and beat the tar, out of certain former 'friends' of hers who had made off with their unfair share of the take from the last job they'd pulled. Still, there were six of them, so she'd have to find them one at a time; or two at the most. Hopefully they'd be on a drinking and boozing binge and she'd be able to have a 'talk' with them one at a time as opportunity prevented itself. If they just expected her to 'forgive and forget' they were very sadly mistaken.

The fact she was smaller then any of the rest of the members of the gang; she was the only Kobold, the only reptile for that matter, didn't bother her in the least. For her size she was strong and could fight well, being quite skilled with her bone staff and other assorted weapons and cutlery. They might be bigger, but she was much faster, and could take any one of them easily. The only exception might be Croft, the leader. He had served as a mercenary once, and was skilled with most weapons. But she still felt she could take him. One of the biggest mistakes humans made was they always seemed to underestimate her; which she did not hesitate to use to her advantage, and by the time they realized their error it was usually too late.

They'd approached her about a 'job', needing someone 'small and agile' that could climb a sheer wall, slip through a narrow window, and unbolt a heavy iron door from the inside; after first subduing the night guard. So far as she was concerned she felt she should get at even bigger share since she'd done most of the work. All the others had to do was carry off the loot, and maybe engage any other guards who might stumble onto the crime in progress. What she got was a sleeping draught in her food, and had woken up to find herself sold into slavery.

That hadn't lasted long; the slaver finding out the hard way that her claws and fangs were not merely for show, and that she was not as docile as she seemed. She'd heard about humans who liked to have sex with some of the nonhuman races, but this was the first time she'd encountered one. Well, he wouldn't be forcing himself on anymore females again; Kobold or otherwise, you had to have balls to do that. Her fangs had emasculated him quite surgically. She had no idea if he'd survived his last 'blow-job' or not, nor did she care. The less slavers in the world, the better. She'd left him trying to staunch the gouts of blood from between his legs, and had escaped. Now she was traipsing down a jungle trail in pursuit of her former 'partners'. She was still 'naked' in that she wore no clothing, but that didn't necessarily bother her as having a tough hide and scales made that concept a little different; not to mention having no breasts or nipples, then if you were a mammal with soft vulnerable skin and big saggy things on your chest. Of course usually she wore a kind of breechcloth for modesty, and to keep humans and some other races from being 'scandalized' by a 'naked' female. Prudes. She'd made herself a good sturdy staff from ironwood; which would do until she got her seasoned ivory one back, and carried some fresh meat from a small grazer she'd brought down earlier in the day. The fact the meat was raw didn't bother her. Though she had learned to tolerate certain meats burned in the way humans liked them, she much preferred raw or marinated meat.

The path she was traveling was fairly well traveled, but not a major thoroughfare. She had used it before, and knew it would save her a day or two. The jungle was thicker here, and less 'tamed', but she was fairly confident she wouldn't run into any serious trouble. It wasn't 'profitable' enough for bandits, and most of the local predators had learned to give such trails a wide berth as those who used them were NOT easy prey. She'd only encountered other travelers twice so far; both being small parties of human traders, and she just blended into the jungle until they'd passed. They never even knew she was there.

Pausing, she lifted her head and sniffed, tail slowly whipping. There, she could have sworn she'd caught a faint scent again, but the jungle air was still and humid. She gave another sniff, then with a hiss continued on her way. Probably just fooling herself as she was going into her estrus cycle, and as a result was antsy and irritable. Her own increasing scent was messing with her keen sense of smell, and every time her tongue flicking out to 'taste' the air she got a snoot full of her own scent. She didn't seem to have the same problems a human female did, but she was still very aware of her 'condition'. As with all females of her race she knew how to self pleasure herself when her need grew too strong, using a carved ivory toy, or in this case; since she didn't have one, the tip of her own tail. But that would come later, it was still fairly early in the day and she wanted to cover as much ground as possible before setting up camp.

Suddenly she paused again, cocking her head as she listened intently. She'd heard a twig or branch snap somewhere in the jungle, and despite all the other sounds she knew it was out of place. Her baser instincts and personal experience told her that. She wasn't alone, and whatever was out there was being very quiet, and was very good at it. And it was staying downwind of what little breeze there was. It could smell her, but she couldn't smell it. I, she realized, am being stalked! She flared her nostrils, tongue licking the air, but all she could scent was her own growing need. Damn it; she thought, of all the times to go into heat! The increased potency of her scent could attract certain predators.

She listened intently for awhile; standing stock still, but there was nothing else to hear, and she had the distinct impression her unwelcome company had also stopped, and was listening just as intently. The prey had stopped, so it did as well. Didn't want to spook its intended prey. She gave a soft hiss of worry, if the unseen predator was this good it must be a very successful hunter. If she was one of her jungle dwelling cousins she could take to the trees for safety, but she was a so-called 'mountain' Kobold, though 'desert' would have been more apt. While she could climb the craggy mountains and piles of boulders left by long vanished glaciers in her home land, it was a different thing to climb a tree. Her claws and the thick pads on her paws and hands were more suitable for rock and sand. Oh, she could try, but would be slow and vulnerable if her pursuer was also a climber. No; she decided, better to stay on the ground. Depending on what it was she might be able to outrun it, she was quite fast.

Hopefully it's just curious; whatever it is, she thought hopefully as she continued on her way, or maybe she would encounter another traveler and it would lose interest. Of course she soon found out she was fooling herself. She had gone about another quarter of a mile, when suddenly; with no warning at all, the thick fronds of a thicket of plants to one side of the trial in front of her parted silently; and something stepped onto the path. Krissa stopped in dismay, a tingle of fear running from the tip of her tail up to her neck.

A western plains raptor! Here?!? Were the first things that went through Krissa's mind as the predator slowly approached her, tail swishing, head low, hissing quietly. She knew the jungle had raptors and other predators, but most stayed away from the traveled paths due to past experiences with well armed travelers, but this was a western plains raptor! Larger, more intelligent, and also...deadlier then its smaller cousins. Instinctively Krissa dropped into a fighting stance herself, her own head lowered, hissing a warning at the larger reptile, basically telling it to back off unless it wanted a fight, that she wasn't worth the trouble. But the raptor wasn't intimidated in the least. Shit, she thought, and I can't outrun it either, I wouldn't get five feet before it'd disembowel me with its spurs. Dropping the bag with the meat she got her staff ready, though it was pretty much a foregone conclusion. Crouching she snarled and hissed loudly, well, come on you ugly brute!

As the raptor approached her carefully; just because she was smaller didn't necessarily mean she was not a threat, she stood her ground. She knew to back away might invite a charge. She hissed loudly, and snapped her jaws, the staff weaving in front of her in a defensive pattern, but then she noticed the raptor was paying more attention to the bag lying on the ground, then to her. It flared its nostrils, eyes moving between her and the bag, tongue licking over jaws, and she noticed how thin it looked.

"Ohhh, you're hungry, but not for me." She said softly, soothingly. "By all means, help yourself." She continued, and used the tip of the staff to shove the blood soaked bag towards the raptor. "That's right, you can have it."

With an eager hiss the raptor crouched, keeping a wary eye on her, and tearing the stout bag open like tissue paper it began to feed noisily, tearing big chunks off the haunch and swallowing without chewing in the manner of reptiles; the same way Krissa ate. As it ate she noticed it had a brand tattooed on one flank, and the remains of a leather harness on its neck and chest. Not feral; she realized in surprise, a trained one, a pet. Much like the humans trained and domesticated some animals such as canines and equines, she knew some reptilian races such as the great Drakes did the same with more intelligent 'wild' reptiles, in addition to enslaving the sentient ones. But this was the first time she'd seen one; but what was he; yes, it was a male, his scent told her, doing here, of all places? And from the way he was scarfing down the meat he was starving. Like many other domesticated predators he probably wasn't very good at hunting for his food, being used to having it provided by his owner.

Well, time for her to make her exit while he was occupied. He might be 'domesticated'; but would probably only take orders from his owner, and might see her as 'dessert'. Carefully she started to back away, but with a final gulp he finished his meal, even eating the bag, all in an amazingly short period of time. Then his gaze fixed on her again, and she froze. Oh, shit; she thought as he started towards her.

As he approached her she swung her staff with all her strength, but he snapped his jaws closed on it, and then yanked it out of her hands with ease; causing her to lose her balance and sprawl in the dust with a yelping hiss of surprise. With a toss of his head he threw away the staff, and before she could recover placed one of his feet in the middle of her back, pinning her; and she froze, remaining perfectly still. Trying to keep from shivering in fear, she thought; oh, please Goddess, let it be quick! She braced herself as she felt hot breath on the back of her neck, and squealed in shock as a large wet tongue suddenly licked her neck, slobbering all over her.

When the lick was repeated, longer and slower this time, she realized in relief that the raptor was being friendly! Had he intended her harm she'd be dead by now, and mostly eaten. Instead he seemed more curious then hungry. Perhaps her 'gift' of meat had satisfied him...for now. As he licked her again she did the polite thing, and turned her head and licked his snout in response in the reptilian way of saying, 'Hi, pleased to meet you'. But when she tried to get up he pressed down with his foot again, and gave a loud hiss. She recognized what that hiss meant, 'be still', so since she was in no position to do otherwise she obeyed. His snout moved farther down her body, his tongue licking her every so often, hot breath puffing over her as he scented her deeply again and again. What is he doing?? She wondered.

As her reached her legs; and began to nudge under one with his snout, she suddenly understood. Oh, by the Goddess, he wants to MATE with me! She was suddenly aware of an increase in his male musk; and realized, he's growing aroused! Carefully she tried to squirm out from under his leg again; but another, louder this time hiss, put an end to that. Then his tongue licked over her again as he kept nudging her. Damn it, she thought, I'm NOT interested!! It would be little more than bestiality; while they were both reptiles, she was sentient and he was just an animal! He finally forced his head under her leg, and she shuddered as his tongue licked over her sensitive sex, slowly and intimately again and again as he checked her readiness, her scent and taste exciting him. Oh, damn it, that feels good!! Krissa thought; licking her fangs as her breath quickened. It's been a long time, but NOT with a raptor! But he was in charge; that much was obvious. She knew 'no' wasn't an option.

Suddenly he took his paw off her back, and she gave a hiss of pain as his fangs gently closed around her neck, and hooking a leg under her he pushed her tail out of the way and lifted one of her legs, and he was much too strong for to her resist though she struggled as best she could; hissing loudly, which only resulted in him tightening his jaws around her neck until she gave a squeal of submission. Oh, oh shiiiii....!! She thought as he positioned himself, and she felt something pushing against the lips of her vent. Then with a guttural; muffled, hiss of pleasure he mounted her, and she gave a loud hiss of pain and pleasure as a hemipene; much larger than any she'd ever had in her before, penetrated her ready sex and slid deeply into her body. "Oh GODDESSSSS!!!" She screeched, her hands scrabbling at the ground as the raptor began fucking her with fast powerful strokes. "HISSS, AH-AH-AHHHH!!"

Krissa dug her claws into the ground to help steady herself as her 'mate' kept servicing her, all thoughts of resistance washed away by steadily increasing extreme pleasure. She'd heard rumors of such feral 'unnatural' coupling before, and couldn't help but wonder if the raptor had been trained to do such She'd heard some owners did so for their amusement, and to 'punish' slaves by having an animal rape them. But this;...ohhhh Goddess, he's speeding up again!! "UGGHHH-HISSSSS!" He was huge!!! The hardness sliding in her sex filled her more then she'd ever thought possible, and what he was doing with it!! It was...incredible! She gave a soft squeal of pleasure and submission, and he let her neck go and began licking her again; his warm wet tongue soft and gentle, and she turned her head and licked him back, accepting him as her...mate. So strong, so...so male! She'd never felt like this during a mating before, felt so...satisfied, the pleasure almost unbearable. Suddenly he gave a deep groan, and she threw her head back as his cock pulsed deep inside of her, powerful spurts of cum filling her womb as she shrieked in ecstasy, her mate grunting in pleasure as he filled her with his seed.

Lowering her head she panted as the incredible pleasure in her sex slowly faded to a more bearable level, her 'mate' panting as well as he licked her affectionately. Then she squealed as he started thrusting again. Oh, oh, Goddess!! As her awareness faded into a haze of sexual euphoria she hoped no Kobolds would come down the trail and find her in such an...embarrassing position, mating like an animal with an animal! But she couldn't have stopped now, even if she'd wanted to. She turned her head to lick him again, and he responded with a soft hiss of pleasure as he licked her back. Then all she could do was squeal and hiss as he slowly brought them to their next climaxe.

Krissa lay next to her 'mate', running her claws gently across his belly as they rested in the shade next to a stream. He groaned as she caressed him, moving her hand down to the bulge of his vent; his head turned watching intently as he panted in pleasure. As she started licking his vent she quickly got the desired results, his hemipene sliding out of his vent to full ramptness. She was still amazed she'd had THAT in her, several times. It was close to a foot long, the ribbed length having a flared arrowhead shaped head different from a male Kobold's, and it was also thicker. As her tongue caressed it the male decided he'd take things into his own hands, but when he tried to get up she gently pushed him back down. He hissed and looked at her questioningly as she pushed him over further; not quite on his back, but close enough for her purposes, but then threw his head back and gave a low grunting bellow of pleasure as she straddled him and lowered herself onto his erection. This is strange he thought, but it feels nice! Gyrating her pelvis and letting gravity help Krissa was soon impaled on his cock to the hilt, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. As she began riding him, she gasped,

"If, UGGHHH, you're going, HISSS, to be my....AHH-AH-AH, mate...HISSS, then you need to, HISSSS, learn what I...Sssssss...like...SS-GRUNT-SSSS, my LOVE!! OH, OH, YES-SSS!"

Fortunately the raptor was a very quick learner, and a very eager one. They spent several wonderful days together as Krissa's estrus peaked, and then began to fade. As his interest began to fade; but never entirely died, Krissa began to inspect her unexpected and strange 'mate' more closely. He was a medium brown color on his back and flanks with darker stripes, and lighter tan on his belly and under his tail and neck, unlike the green colored jungle raptors. He was also bulkier, sturdier, made for running more than climbing. He was young, well trained, and she had the impression she was his first female. Or at least the first one he'd mated with 'naturally'. She realized that by falling to her stomach in front of him after he'd taken away her staff she'd 'signaled' that she was 'submitting' to him, accepting him as a dominant male; and since she was in season, as her mate. Inadvertently she'd made the 'offer', and being a healthy young male he'd eagerly accepted. Evidently the estrus scent of a female Kobold was similar enough to a female raptor of his species that her 'submission' had increased his natural 'interest', and nature took its course. Much to her delight. Any inhibitions she might have had at the start were long gone. She'd engaged in 'recreational' sex with male Kobold's before, but had never 'mated' while in estrus as she didn't want to be burdened with raising a clutch of hatchlings, but this had been...different. The sheer intensity of it had made her whole body shudder in ecstasy, and she knew that once she'd accepted him she'd become as feral as he was. It had been...wonderful. Sex with any other male would pale in comparison.

She named him Krux, which he seemed to like as he was soon answering to it. And it was soon apparent that he was much more intelligent then she had initially thought. She inspected the harness he was wearing, and was able to adapt it so she could ride him. He was a little more then twice her size, young and lean, and didn't seem to mind having her on his back at all; and she wondered if maybe he'd been ridden before. He was immensely strong, and her weight didn't slow him down much at all. He wasn't large enough for a human to ride, but some of the smaller races did use riding reptiles. She quickly found reins weren't necessary, he would respond instantly to gentle kicks on his flanks, and stop or start on command.

They hunted; and she drove a fairly large browser into his fangs where he waited in ambush, and they feasted. Later as they rested at the entrance to a shallow cave they'd claimed as their 'den', she rested her head on his flank as he dozed, and did some thinking. It had been about a week since her mate had taken her the first time, and made her his. Oh, she was his, no doubt about that, she loved him, and she knew he loved her as well. She was, after all, his mate. But she still wanted to get her share of the loot Croft and his miscreants had 'stolen' from her, otherwise she would be quite content to live the feral life with him in their jungle 'paradise'. But...well, so much for the 'honeymoon', they'd move out in the morning. Croft had an extra week to get ahead of her, but she was determined to run him down. But the night was young, and... Sure enough, he was still interested in her.

Krissa rested her head on her crossed arms as her mate serviced her slowly and gently, her head turned so she could lick his snout as he licked hers. It amazed her just how gentle he could be, especially after that first day. But under her loving instruction he'd learned what his mate liked, and found he liked it very much as well. A fast feral mating was very nice, but so was a long 'civilized' fuck. The longer the better. Leaning over more he gripped her narrow shoulders with his front claws, and grunting in pleasure began thrusting faster, his hot breathe blowing on her neck, and she clenched her eyes shut and squealed in ecstasy as he brought them to mutually intense orgasms. "AH-HISS-SS!" Oh Goddess, what a male!! She thought, tongue licking over her fangs as she slowly came down from her sexual high. A short time later she was delighted to find out he wasn't through with her yet, and this time he took her as he would naturally, which was just fine.

It hadn't take Krissa very long to find out where Croft and the rest of the gang were holed up. She was known locally, and some acquaintances; encouraged by generous 'tokens' of appreciation, were more then glad to point her in the right direction. Her odd mount got a few curious looks, but since the large reptile was well behaved and obviously domesticated, nothing was said. Trained raptors were seen locally on occasion, but never one being ridden by a Kobold before. As for their 'relationship', everybody just assumed they were rider and mount. Otherwise it was none of their business.

Krissa's search led her to a tavern and Inn called the "Owl's Eye's" in one of the less reputable sections of the city, though it was a step above where the gang normally stayed. But they could afford it; their last haul had been a big one. Krissa hoped, for their sake, that they still had enough left for her share. She waited patiently in an alley across from the Owl's, a larger form behind her farther back in the shadows. Towards evening her watch was rewarded. She hissed softly in satisfaction, tongue licking over her fangs, as Croft and two of his closest henchmen came swaggering down the street, obviously to start a night of serious drinking. Stepping out of the alley, she said,

"Hello Croft, remember me?"

The men froze, and then turned towards the voice. As soon as Croft recognized the speaker, he said,

"Well, hello Krissa, it's good to see you. I see you managed to, um, get away from the gentle care of Master Brill. I heard he was dead, seems he had an...accident."

"Yesss," Krissa hissed, "he couldn't keep his dick in his pants, so I relieved him of that distraction. Now, I believe you have something that belongs to me?"

"Whooo," one of the other men whispered, "did she really bite his dick off? Remind me never to hit on her!" And they all laughed.

"And ate it," Krissa said, "it was delicious; I may develop a taste for human sweetmeats." In reality she'd spit out the foul thing in the man's shocked face, and then stuffed it in HIS mouth. That little statement caused the laughter to die out uncertainly. They couldn't tell is she was serious or not, it was so hard with reptiles as they didn't have the mobile facial expressions of humans.

"Well, we could use the reward for an escaped slave." Croft said menacingly.

"Sorry, no brand." Krissa said, slapping her flank, "He was so eager to try out his new sex toy he forgot to do it. Now, enough about the sexual habits of slavers, my share of the loot, please. I won't ask nicely again."

"Well, you see," Croft said, "We've pretty much spent it all, and there are three of us and one of you. What say we call it even, and we'll let you walk away? Or, we could sell you into slavery again. I hear female Kobold's are bringing a good price locally."

"I thought you could count, Croft." Krissa said, "But I guess you're as stupid as I always thought."

"What the Hell does that mean, lizard?" Croft said, his two men starting to spread out, one to each side.

"Well, there are two of us, not one." Krissa said, and then gave a soft hissing whistle.

"Good Goddess!" Croft exclaimed as Krux slowly exited the alley, head low as he hissed menacingly. "What is THAT!?!"

"That is Krux, my new partner." Krissa said, "He doesn't like it when people are rude to me." Krux gave an even louder hiss, and snapped jaws full of long sharp fangs as if to emphasize that point. "He's a battle raptor, I... picked him up for a good price."

The raptor was a good head taller then Croft; who was quite tall, and outweighed him as well. While not huge like one of the great carnosaurs, he was impressive enough. A man not wearing full armor had no chance at all against a killer like him, and Croft and his friends knew that. One look at those claws and fangs made that obvious; the large sickle shaped middle ones on his feet were terrifying, and Krissa's own fangs and claws were nothing to sneeze at. When it came to unarmed combat reptiles definitely had natural advantages over most mammals. That was why they'd drugged her instead of just tying her up by force. Even the whole gang wouldn't have much of a chance against THAT killing machine!

"Um, look Krissa." Croft said; his demeanor totally different now, he knew when he was outclassed, "We can work this out, talk it over like old friends."

"Very well", Kriss replied, "It's very simple; I want my share, plus twenty percent for the...inconveniences you put me through."

"T-Twenty percent!" Croft stammered, "That's crazy!"

"Alright," Krissa said, "Twenty-FIRE percent; or I let Krux here eat YOUR balls." Almost as if on que Krux opened his mouth wide, licked his fangs, and gave a hungry sounding hiss, tail whipping slowly as Krissa rubbed his neck affectionately. "It's past his feeding time."

"I-but...!" Croft mumbled, but one of his men gave him a hard poke in the ribs, and said, "Just pay her off, damn it, I don't like that way that big lizard is looking at me!" "Aww, damn it!" Croft said.

Krissa hissed approvingly as Croft handed her a nice large, heavy, bag of gold coins and gems, and said, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Beats spending the rest of your life dickless. I guess the moral is, always honor your agreement with a Kobold, or they'll get even. Well, guess I'll be going. Oh, and don't try to follow us, Krux doesn't like someone sneaking around behind him."

"Um, Krissa, you know," Croft said, "I heard about this wizard who's supposed to have a really huge hoard of treasure and other valuables, and word is he's really old and feeble now. We've found another wizard who's willing to help us pull the job, IF we can find some serious, um, muscle."

"Go on," Krissa said as she scratched the tip of Krux's snout , "I'm listening." Krux stopped hissing and squatted on his tail, perfectly happy to let his mate do the negotiating, and licked her hand as she gave him a lovely scratching on one of his itchy spots. He hoped she'd be...in the mood later.

The End

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