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Story By u/Vast_Acanthisitta291 on reddit

Art By u/Fluffy_Vixx on reddit

This is a work of fiction set in a world with fictional kobold races. It is not meant to say anything about human races or ethnicities

In real life, racism is vile, destructive, and completely indefensible. It has caused unimaginable suffering through slavery, colonialism, genocide, segregation, hate crimes, and ongoing discrimination. No human group is inherently superior or inferior in intelligence or worth, such claims are baseless pseudoscience that have been used to justify atrocities for centuries. Racism dehumanizes, traumatizes, and destroys lives; it has no place in reality.

This fictional Kobold erotica does not endorse, glorify, or excuse any form of real world racism, bigotry, or supremacy. Fantasy remains fantasy. Real world equality, respect, consent, and anti racism matter above everything. If this or similar content ever connects uncomfortably to real experiences of racism, please prioritize your well being and step away.

This erotica also doesn't endorse rape, obviously all sex should be consensual.

The room was dark except for one lamp glowing around a desk. Light flickered across the pages on the wooden surface, illuminating diagrams annotated with words and numbers. IQ, average size, average strength, average sperm count, down to the most specific of details, all surrounding a drawing of a light colored reptilian creature, known as a White Kobold.

The room was dark except for one lamp glowing around a desk. Light flickered across the pages on the wooden surface, illuminating diagrams annotated with words and numbers. IQ, average size, average strength, average sperm count, down to the most specific of details, all surrounding a drawing of a light colored reptilian creature, known as a White Kobold.

Dr Elizabeth Blackscale, a prestigious and incredibly intelligent scientist of the Black Kobolds, hunched over the papers, studying them. In her right talon was a quill, blotted with ink as it scratched across a blank scroll. She was planning out an experiment, one that was moderately dangerous but would yield the most interesting of results. Would mixing White with Black Kobold blood be worth the trade offs?

You see, while the two types of Kobolds had similar names and were the same species, the genus was different, and the most simplistic way to describe the variety between them came down to brains vs brawn.

Black Kobolds, the genus that Dr Blackscale belonged to, were highly intelligent. They almost always had typically “brainy” jobs – scientists, doctors, mathematicians, architects, etc. However, the trade off was that Black Kobolds were a lot smaller, less muscly, and were suboptimal for any kind of physical labor.

On the other hand, White Kobolds were strong, large, and naturally great and hauling large amounts of weight around or demolishing old buildings. While strong, they were incredibly bone headed and lacked social etiquette. Because of this, Black Kobolds as a genus found it appalling to mix their blood with White Kobolds. After all, why would such smart creatures want to dirty their family tree with idiot offspring? It's not that Black Kobolds disliked White Kobolds, exactly, it's just that…. they needed to keep to their own kind.

Cross breeding was almost unheard of in a Black Kobold dominated society. Such a topic was taboo, but Dr Blackscale felt as though it was a waste. What if the result of such, of mixing White with Black, would create strong, large, and highly intelligent children? Of course, there was a chance that the offspring would get the downsides to both genera and end up small and stupid, but without trying, no one would ever know. And plus, Dr Blackscale herself was already a lot smarter than the average Black Kobold, with a larger brain and IQ nearly unheard of, even amongst the smartest of her genus.

Dr Blackscale scrawled her plan onto her scroll hurriedly. She was excited; she'd always been interested in genetics, always wished to conduct experiments, but no one was trustworthy enough not to mess with the results. She'd decided to overcome this issue by becoming part of her own experiment…

She herself would breed with a White Kobold and see if the child produced was a success or a waste.

The plan was that she would prepare supplies to last a few days if she ended up stuck with a White Kobold, whom she would find by stalking around in the forest, and then she would convince him to breed her and let her keep the offspring by herself. After, she would bring it to term and then raise it, while examining it to see which traits it inherited. She was excited to be able to track the phenotype especially, to see which colours and patterns it inherited, and if it would be the trailblazer of crossbreeding between the two Kobold genera.

Leaning back, Dr Blackscale stretched, then blew out the lamp. It was late, and if she wanted to leave in search of a White Kobold by the following midday, she would need a decent amount of sleep. Taking one final glance at the papers, she trotted out of the lab office and towards her home.

The morning sun was barely rising over the horizon as she packed her bag with supplies. Food, water, a map of the surroundings, matches, and a torch. The fabric strained from the weight of the items, but its trustworthy stitching would hold it. Dr Blackscale quickly scarfed down some breakfast, before throwing the bag over her back and adjusting the straps. She left her home, walking briskly but not so quickly that it'd arouse suspicion.

15 minutes later, she crossed over a fence and into a heavily forested area. It marked the edge of the Black Kobold main area, into the scarcely populated terrain of the White Kobolds.

Due to the early nature of the time, the forest was so dark that it was difficult to see. Dr Blackscale was sure she was making the right decision – after all, she'd wanted to conduct this experiment for a long time – but the low light levels and the nature of the experiment were anxiety inducing.

She walked for about an hour, far away from any town or village, before she stopped to have a quick snack and drink. Her dark, shiny scales scraped against the bark of a giant sequoia tree. After so much walking, she was quite concerned that she wouldn't even find a White Kobold before she became too exhausted to keep searching. Her bag rustled as she opened it, pulling out a beeswax wrapped stick of beef jerky. The crunches hid the sound of a large creature approaching from the side…

Crunch!

A branch snapping alerted her to the fact that someone, or rather, something, was there, a second before she was pinned to the ground by a very large, very pale, very strong, White Kobold.

He was undoubtedly male; bulging muscles, broad skull, wide horns. But the most telling thing was the hard organ she felt pressing against her stomach.

“Who are you?” he said. His eyes were narrowed, but his teeth weren't bared, suggesting that he was more curious (and, well, horny), than actually threatening.

She cleared her throat, before introducing herself, “the name's Dr Elizabeth Blackscale, but you will call me Dr Blackscale.” She avoided eye contact with him, worried about aggravating him.

He leaned back, allowing her to sit up. “I see… my name's Rag. What's a pretty thing like you doing here?”

The new angle allowed Dr Blackscale to really see the object she'd felt earlier. Turns out, White Kobolds didn't just have large muscles, they also had incredibly large reproductive organs. The sight was so distracting that she almost didn't reply. “I, uh, I am here to conduct an experiment. In fact, I would like to request that YOU assist me with it.”

Rag barely reacted. “Okay,” was all he said. His eyes seemed to be fixed between her legs, which were slightly spread from when she'd sat up earlier. Ignoring the obviousness of what Rag wanted (it's not like it wasn't what SHE wanted, either), Dr Blackscale stood.

“May we please go to your house- hut, cave, whatever, to discuss further…”

The White Kobold hacked up a glob of phlegm, spitting it onto the ground and standing up straight. Disgusting, but it gave her a good opportunity to see his height and his muscles rippling. Strong, huge, and uncivilized, just like every other White Kobold ever. A stupid name, too, if she didn't mind saying.

“Yep, follow.” He moved in front of her and started walking off back the way he'd appeared from.

An unknown amount of time later, they'd reached the entrance to a cave. It was concealed with vines and blackberry bushes, but sort of obvious if you knew what you were looking for. Inside, near the middle, was a charred fire pit, and a rug next to it with a shittily sewn cushion to act as a pillow. Torn up books surrounded the area, likely used for the fire, though the sight hurt her soul.

Rag fumbled for something in the back of the cave. Curious, Dr Blackscale approached him. She leaned over his broad back to look at what it was, but suddenly, she was on the ground with her legs pressed back against her torso and her bag digging painfully into her spine. A surprised “eek!” escaped her, but Rag didn't seem to notice. He was sniffing at her folds, looking crazy high off her scent.

His long, slender tongue slid out from between his teeth and licked from her asshole to her clit, circling once before diving into her surprisingly sopping pussy. He grunted, swirling his tongue around inside of her and pushing it all the way to her cervix like he was trying to taste her womb. As aggressive as it was, Dr Blackscale's hips twitched closer to his face, making him growl like a horned up mutt.

He leaned back, licking his lips. “You taste so fucking good, a Black Kobold pussy for me, Rag, to eat and fuck.” His tail swooshed around quickly in excitement. Straightening up, he firmly gripped her forelegs to spread them apart, then rubbed his dark and leaking tip against her entrance. Slight ridges on his cock caught on her clit and made her mewl in pleasure, the sensitive bud hardening and growing in size from the stimulation.

In one go, Rag thrust his whole cock into her, letting out a loud roar and the intensely pleasuring tight walls wrapped around him. He barely pulled out half way before he slammed it back in, unable to leave her cunt as it hugged his dick so tight. He did it again, and again, the pace brutal and cervix-bruising. Dr Blackscale was pushed further and further across the floor from the strength behind each push and pull. Her mind was blank, all she could possibly think about was being bred by a big, strong, male, like it was her only purpose.

“Mmffgh…! Please, please…” she mindlessly begged. Her eyes rolled back, but then his member was gone. Before she could ask what was happening, she was picked up by her legs and lifted into the air. Her bag slipped off her back, which was lucky for everything inside it, because she was slammed into the wall not even a second later.

Rag resumed his brutally punishing pace, but this time, the angle was different and it felt so much better. Her tongue lolled out. All she could do was say “please, please, please”, over and over again. His heavy balls slapped against her taint and ass as he fucked into her with the might of someone who hadn't bred in months.

“Take it,” he grunted into her ear, “take everything I give you like a good slut. Your pussy wants me so bad, doesn't it? You like my dick, yeah? Wanna be bred?”

“Mhm, mhm!” she whimpered.

Rag hissed, nearly rabid with desire, licking her neck and digging his fangs into the soft skin of her front. He began losing his rhythm, so close to finishing, sharp slaps echoing through the cave with each thrust of his hips.

Hurriedly, he pushed his cock into her aching hole as deep as possible, releasing his hot cum into her. It shot straight into her womb, coating her insides white. There was so much that it dripped onto the floor around his feet.

Dr Blackscale's pussy burned with the desire to cum, having still not finished. Conveniently enough for her, Rag dropped her onto the floor. He flipped her onto her front, head down ass up, creampied pussy on full display.

Despite having just come, Rag slammed back into her again. His balls making contact with her clit sent shockwaves down her spine. The White Kobold gripped the back of her neck and kept her face down. Her talons scratched at the stone floor, a tight knot forming inside her belly. Dr Elizabeth Blackscale, such a well established scientist, known for her amazing experiments, reduced to a cock sleeve for some dumb White Kobold on his filthy cave floor. Somehow, the thought of such an objectifying dynamic made her even more heated.

Rag seemed to be speeding up. Cum sloshed from her gaping entrance every time he pulled out. Her sweet spot and clit were being pressed with each thrust and, before she even knew it, she was spraying hot squirt and fucking back onto his dick as she came. The vulgar sight and feeling of her tightening up made him cum again, filling her even more and slightly distending her belly. He pulled out, exhausted, and she slid forward slightly, cum gushing out of her puffy pussy.

Having no clue of how to be polite, Rag ate her food from her back, and then went to sleep.

“Well, mission successful”, she thought, rubbing her swollen stomach and standing up unsteadily. “Can't wait to see results…”

2 years later, the experiment yielded amazing results.

The offspring produced was a large male, huge for its young age yet still smart compared to the average Black Kobold, but struggled a little bit socially, likely from the dumb White Kobold genes it got from its father, Rag.

The Child, a “Grey Kobold” as she named it, was still slightly dumber than if she'd bred with another Black Kobold, but it was an amazing first result and honestly a lot better than she'd expected. It had black talons and horns, but a mainly white body aside from small dark grey markings that looked like splatters of ink down its spine, tail, upper arms, and thighs.

The Grey Kobold was the first mixed genus Kobold produced in centuries. At first, news of the experiment spread mostly in negative light. Her reputation was slightly tarnished, other Black Kobolds uttering words of disdain and confusion to each other, “why would such a smart scientist make such a weird decision?”, but once the Grey was brought to full term and raised, other scientists realized that what she'd done was amazing; Grey Kobolds were the superior race, the superior genus. It was published in the newspapers, “Grey Kobolds- the future generation?”, her face and the experiment's on the front page for weeks.

Dr Blackscale was offered incredibly well paying jobs at highly sophisticated laboratories that wouldn't have even glanced at her before. The government began a breeding programme named “Operation Slate”, named after the shade of grey the offspring had dotted over its body.

However, Dr Blackscale wasn't completely happy with herself. Yes, she was now basically rich and famous, but morally, she felt wrong. She felt almost no motherly love for her kid. She couldn't help it; she'd viewed him as an experiment even before he was conceived. She treated him like he wasn't really… real. In fact, she was half tempted to find Rag and hand him over, but she needed to continue monitoring the growth of the Grey in case it started developing side effects such as diseases, stunted growth, or abnormalities which would hinder the progress of Operation Grey.

Dr Blackscale looked into the Grey's room, at his sleeping body. She knew that he viewed her as a mother, but due to the fact that he'd met no other children his age, he has no clue that their relationship wasn't normal. That it wasn't normal for a “mother” to ignore her child all hours of the day aside from tests. But he would find out eventually, and when he did, she would make sure that he didn't feel hurt from it.

Story By u/Vast_Acanthisitta291 on reddit

Art By u/Fluffy_Vixx on reddit

This is a work of fiction set in a world with fictional kobold races. It is not meant to say anything about human races or ethnicities

In real life, racism is vile, destructive, and completely indefensible. It has caused unimaginable suffering through slavery, colonialism, genocide, segregation, hate crimes, and ongoing discrimination. No human group is inherently superior or inferior in intelligence or worth, such claims are baseless pseudoscience that have been used to justify atrocities for centuries. Racism dehumanizes, traumatizes, and destroys lives; it has no place in reality.

This fictional Kobold erotica does not endorse, glorify, or excuse any form of real world racism, bigotry, or supremacy. Fantasy remains fantasy. Real world equality, respect, consent, and anti racism matter above everything. If this or similar content ever connects uncomfortably to real experiences of racism, please prioritize your well being and step away.

The room was dark except for one lamp glowing around a desk. Light flickered across the pages on the wooden surface, illuminating diagrams annotated with words and numbers. IQ, average size, average strength, average sperm count, down to the most specific of details, all surrounding a drawing of a light colored reptilian creature, known as a White Kobold.

This erotica also doesn't endorse rape, obviously all sex should be consensual.

The room was dark except for one lamp glowing around a desk. Light flickered across the pages on the wooden surface, illuminating diagrams annotated with words and numbers. IQ, average size, average strength, average sperm count, down to the most specific of details, all surrounding a drawing of a light colored reptilian creature, known as a White Kobold.

Dr Elizabeth Blackscale, a prestigious and incredibly intelligent scientist of the Black Kobolds, hunched over the papers, studying them. In her right talon was a quill, blotted with ink as it scratched across a blank scroll. She was planning out an experiment, one that was moderately dangerous but would yield the most interesting of results. Would mixing White with Black Kobold blood be worth the trade offs?

You see, while the two types of Kobolds had similar names and were the same species, the genus was different, and the most simplistic way to describe the variety between them came down to brains vs brawn.

Black Kobolds, the genus that Dr Blackscale belonged to, were highly intelligent. They almost always had typically “brainy” jobs – scientists, doctors, mathematicians, architects, etc. However, the trade off was that Black Kobolds were a lot smaller, less muscly, and were suboptimal for any kind of physical labor.

On the other hand, White Kobolds were strong, large, and naturally great and hauling large amounts of weight around or demolishing old buildings. While strong, they were incredibly bone headed and lacked social etiquette. Because of this, Black Kobolds as a genus found it appalling to mix their blood with White Kobolds. After all, why would such smart creatures want to dirty their family tree with idiot offspring? It's not that Black Kobolds disliked White Kobolds, exactly, it's just that…. they needed to keep to their own kind.

Cross breeding was almost unheard of in a Black Kobold dominated society. Such a topic was taboo, but Dr Blackscale felt as though it was a waste. What if the result of such, of mixing White with Black, would create strong, large, and highly intelligent children? Of course, there was a chance that the offspring would get the downsides to both genera and end up small and stupid, but without trying, no one would ever know. And plus, Dr Blackscale herself was already a lot smarter than the average Black Kobold, with a larger brain and IQ nearly unheard of, even amongst the smartest of her genus.

Dr Blackscale scrawled her plan onto her scroll hurriedly. She was excited; she'd always been interested in genetics, always wished to conduct experiments, but no one was trustworthy enough not to mess with the results. She'd decided to overcome this issue by becoming part of her own experiment…

She herself would breed with a White Kobold and see if the child produced was a success or a waste.

The plan was that she would prepare supplies to last a few days if she ended up stuck with a White Kobold, whom she would find by stalking around in the forest, and then she would convince him to breed her and let her keep the offspring by herself. After, she would bring it to term and then raise it, while examining it to see which traits it inherited. She was excited to be able to track the phenotype especially, to see which colours and patterns it inherited, and if it would be the trailblazer of crossbreeding between the two Kobold genera.

Leaning back, Dr Blackscale stretched, then blew out the lamp. It was late, and if she wanted to leave in search of a White Kobold by the following midday, she would need a decent amount of sleep. Taking one final glance at the papers, she trotted out of the lab office and towards her home.

The morning sun was barely rising over the horizon as she packed her bag with supplies. Food, water, a map of the surroundings, matches, and a torch. The fabric strained from the weight of the items, but its trustworthy stitching would hold it. Dr Blackscale quickly scarfed down some breakfast, before throwing the bag over her back and adjusting the straps. She left her home, walking briskly but not so quickly that it'd arouse suspicion.

15 minutes later, she crossed over a fence and into a heavily forested area. It marked the edge of the Black Kobold main area, into the scarcely populated terrain of the White Kobolds.

Due to the early nature of the time, the forest was so dark that it was difficult to see. Dr Blackscale was sure she was making the right decision – after all, she'd wanted to conduct this experiment for a long time – but the low light levels and the nature of the experiment were anxiety inducing.

She walked for about an hour, far away from any town or village, before she stopped to have a quick snack and drink. Her dark, shiny scales scraped against the bark of a giant sequoia tree. After so much walking, she was quite concerned that she wouldn't even find a White Kobold before she became too exhausted to keep searching. Her bag rustled as she opened it, pulling out a beeswax wrapped stick of beef jerky. The crunches hid the sound of a large creature approaching from the side…

Crunch!

A branch snapping alerted her to the fact that someone, or rather, something, was there, a second before she was pinned to the ground by a very large, very pale, very strong, White Kobold.

He was undoubtedly male; bulging muscles, broad skull, wide horns. But the most telling thing was the hard organ she felt pressing against her stomach.

“Who are you?” he said. His eyes were narrowed, but his teeth weren't bared, suggesting that he was more curious (and, well, horny), than actually threatening.

She cleared her throat, before introducing herself, “the name's Dr Elizabeth Blackscale, but you will call me Dr Blackscale.” She avoided eye contact with him, worried about aggravating him.

He leaned back, allowing her to sit up. “I see… my name's Rag. What's a pretty thing like you doing here?”

The new angle allowed Dr Blackscale to really see the object she'd felt earlier. Turns out, White Kobolds didn't just have large muscles, they also had incredibly large reproductive organs. The sight was so distracting that she almost didn't reply. “I, uh, I am here to conduct an experiment. In fact, I would like to request that YOU assist me with it.”

Rag barely reacted. “Okay,” was all he said. His eyes seemed to be fixed between her legs, which were slightly spread from when she'd sat up earlier. Ignoring the obviousness of what Rag wanted (it's not like it wasn't what SHE wanted, either), Dr Blackscale stood.

“May we please go to your house- hut, cave, whatever, to discuss further…”

The White Kobold hacked up a glob of phlegm, spitting it onto the ground and standing up straight. Disgusting, but it gave her a good opportunity to see his height and his muscles rippling. Strong, huge, and uncivilized, just like every other White Kobold ever. A stupid name, too, if she didn't mind saying.

“Yep, follow.” He moved in front of her and started walking off back the way he'd appeared from.

An unknown amount of time later, they'd reached the entrance to a cave. It was concealed with vines and blackberry bushes, but sort of obvious if you knew what you were looking for. Inside, near the middle, was a charred fire pit, and a rug next to it with a shittily sewn cushion to act as a pillow. Torn up books surrounded the area, likely used for the fire, though the sight hurt her soul.

Rag fumbled for something in the back of the cave. Curious, Dr Blackscale approached him. She leaned over his broad back to look at what it was, but suddenly, she was on the ground with her legs pressed back against her torso and her bag digging painfully into her spine. A surprised “eek!” escaped her, but Rag didn't seem to notice. He was sniffing at her folds, looking crazy high off her scent.

His long, slender tongue slid out from between his teeth and licked from her asshole to her clit, circling once before diving into her surprisingly sopping pussy. He grunted, swirling his tongue around inside of her and pushing it all the way to her cervix like he was trying to taste her womb. As aggressive as it was, Dr Blackscale's hips twitched closer to his face, making him growl like a horned up mutt.

He leaned back, licking his lips. “You taste so fucking good, a Black Kobold pussy for me, Rag, to eat and fuck.” His tail swooshed around quickly in excitement. Straightening up, he firmly gripped her forelegs to spread them apart, then rubbed his dark and leaking tip against her entrance. Slight ridges on his cock caught on her clit and made her mewl in pleasure, the sensitive bud hardening and growing in size from the stimulation.

In one go, Rag thrust his whole cock into her, letting out a loud roar and the intensely pleasuring tight walls wrapped around him. He barely pulled out half way before he slammed it back in, unable to leave her cunt as it hugged his dick so tight. He did it again, and again, the pace brutal and cervix-bruising. Dr Blackscale was pushed further and further across the floor from the strength behind each push and pull. Her mind was blank, all she could possibly think about was being bred by a big, strong, male, like it was her only purpose.

“Mmffgh…! Please, please…” she mindlessly begged. Her eyes rolled back, but then his member was gone. Before she could ask what was happening, she was picked up by her legs and lifted into the air. Her bag slipped off her back, which was lucky for everything inside it, because she was slammed into the wall not even a second later.

Rag resumed his brutally punishing pace, but this time, the angle was different and it felt so much better. Her tongue lolled out. All she could do was say “please, please, please”, over and over again. His heavy balls slapped against her taint and ass as he fucked into her with the might of someone who hadn't bred in months.

“Take it,” he grunted into her ear, “take everything I give you like a good slut. Your pussy wants me so bad, doesn't it? You like my dick, yeah? Wanna be bred?”

“Mhm, mhm!” she whimpered.

Rag hissed, nearly rabid with desire, licking her neck and digging his fangs into the soft skin of her front. He began losing his rhythm, so close to finishing, sharp slaps echoing through the cave with each thrust of his hips.

Hurriedly, he pushed his cock into her aching hole as deep as possible, releasing his hot cum into her. It shot straight into her womb, coating her insides white. There was so much that it dripped onto the floor around his feet.

Dr Blackscale's pussy burned with the desire to cum, having still not finished. Conveniently enough for her, Rag dropped her onto the floor. He flipped her onto her front, head down ass up, creampied pussy on full display.

Despite having just come, Rag slammed back into her again. His balls making contact with her clit sent shockwaves down her spine. The White Kobold gripped the back of her neck and kept her face down. Her talons scratched at the stone floor, a tight knot forming inside her belly. Dr Elizabeth Blackscale, such a well established scientist, known for her amazing experiments, reduced to a cock sleeve for some dumb White Kobold on his filthy cave floor. Somehow, the thought of such an objectifying dynamic made her even more heated.

Rag seemed to be speeding up. Cum sloshed from her gaping entrance every time he pulled out. Her sweet spot and clit were being pressed with each thrust and, before she even knew it, she was spraying hot squirt and fucking back onto his dick as she came. The vulgar sight and feeling of her tightening up made him cum again, filling her even more and slightly distending her belly. He pulled out, exhausted, and she slid forward slightly, cum gushing out of her puffy pussy.

Having no clue of how to be polite, Rag ate her food from her back, and then went to sleep.

“Well, mission successful”, she thought, rubbing her swollen stomach and standing up unsteadily. “Can't wait to see results…”

2 years later, the experiment yielded amazing results.

The offspring produced was a large male, huge for its young age yet still smart compared to the average Black Kobold, but struggled a little bit socially, likely from the dumb White Kobold genes it got from its father, Rag.

The Child, a “Grey Kobold” as she named it, was still slightly dumber than if she'd bred with another Black Kobold, but it was an amazing first result and honestly a lot better than she'd expected. It had black talons and horns, but a mainly white body aside from small dark grey markings that looked like splatters of ink down its spine, tail, upper arms, and thighs.

The Grey Kobold was the first mixed genus Kobold produced in centuries. At first, news of the experiment spread mostly in negative light. Her reputation was slightly tarnished, other Black Kobolds uttering words of disdain and confusion to each other, “why would such a smart scientist make such a weird decision?”, but once the Grey was brought to full term and raised, other scientists realized that what she'd done was amazing; Grey Kobolds were the superior race, the superior genus. It was published in the newspapers, “Grey Kobolds- the future generation?”, her face and the experiment's on the front page for weeks.

Dr Blackscale was offered incredibly well paying jobs at highly sophisticated laboratories that wouldn't have even glanced at her before. The government began a breeding programme named “Operation Slate”, named after the shade of grey the offspring had dotted over its body.

However, Dr Blackscale wasn't completely happy with herself. Yes, she was now basically rich and famous, but morally, she felt wrong. She felt almost no motherly love for her kid. She couldn't help it; she'd viewed him as an experiment even before he was conceived. She treated him like he wasn't really… real. In fact, she was half tempted to find Rag and hand him over, but she needed to continue monitoring the growth of the Grey in case it started developing side effects such as diseases, stunted growth, or abnormalities which would hinder the progress of Operation Grey.

Dr Blackscale looked into the Grey's room, at his sleeping body. She knew that he viewed her as a mother, but due to the fact that he'd met no other children his age, he has no clue that their relationship wasn't normal. That it wasn't normal for a “mother” to ignore her child all hours of the day aside from tests. But he would find out eventually, and when he did, she would make sure that he didn't feel hurt from it.