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A vibrant glade dotted with green and blue leaves was home to a kobold that had made a bit of trouble for a village nearby. The little monster fancied himself a great alchemist to the point where he compared himself to dragons but for the most part, he did no hoarding. Everything he did was just to show how great he was, how magnificent he was and this often included showing off his various golems to the village and throwing his concoctions at the villagers. The concoctions usually included some amount of fire with a few that simply blew up or transformed things while the golems were more of a standing threat that sometimes knocked over important objects or even cows. It wasn't an ideal situation for a human village who believed that the kobold could kill them at any point with its antics. A few burns here and there were nothing to scoff at but the stress and the anticipation of the next attack really sold the village on getting themselves a hunter to take care of the problem before it became a fatal one. Said hunter was already out in the forest wandering with a large bow slung over his shoulder. He was a tall and lithe canine with chestnut brown fur and deep green eyes. Besides the bow at his shoulder and the quiver at his hip, his body was covered by a long cloak of leafy green that seemed to change hue with the various leaves surrounding him. Beneath that, he wore leathers that were as brown as his fur. A floppy ear perked and he started to amble his way toward the direction that he heard explosions. Not a very difficult mark.

Zeph had valued having a good life and being entertained above most other things. Putting his skills to use he could get plenty of money but there weren't many marks that were worth it. Hunting out in the wild as a regular old hunter wasn't exactly the most fun thing nor was it very lucrative, so, taking on bounties had been the natural course of things. Usually, he took high paying jobs and occasionally did a little charity work for ones so small that the pay would be more of an insult. This one wasn't charity. He was getting paid a fair amount to hunt this kobold and an advance had been worked out just to show that the village wasn't afraid of being generous. Still, the villagers hadn't told him that the kobold was actually dangerous. Everything he had heard of the creature told him that it was chaotic and at most, annoying. Eventually, the explosions began to die down in frequency but were much louder and that was when he brought his bow out. Even if the creature was merely a nuisance he had already accepted the contract on its life. At the very least, he could have some fun with this if he made it a game.

The hunter arrived at the edge of a camp that looked more like an outdoor lab with rough sleeping arrangements and a tent. A crude table was set with various bubbling beakers while a cauldron simmered at the center. Zeph's target stood at the table wearing nothing more than a tattered cloak and a belt speckled with brightly colored flasks and vials. He was a golden scaled kobold with honeyed eyes that were watching the makeshift table carefully while something frothed in a glass container. The kobold huffed when it stopped frothing and turned just as the hunter pulled out an arrow from his quiver, the tall canine smiling and waving with the dangerous tool in paw.

"Dangerous waving that thing around you know?!" Called the kobold, "One would think that you're trying to threaten me or perhaps even tell me that you are here for my glorious head. I will tell you right now that you will never manage to capture or kill me as I am too powerful for one without dragon blood. Yes, only those with the dragon's gift may ever even think about--"

An arrow buzzed on by and struck the glass container, the liquid that had been frothing spilling over the table just as Zeph knocked another arrow and the creature squeaked, "You dare?! I AM YOLEN THE ALCHEMIST OF GOLD SCALES AND DRAGON KIND! I WILL HAVE YOUR RESPECT!"

Cute, but Zeph was already starting to pull back the arrow. The kobold's eyes grew wide as he realized its threats and posturing meant nothing. Quickly as he could manage, he yanked a few vials off of his belt and tossed them onto the ground. The earth churned and rose, growing and growing until golems made of stone with glowing hollows appeared.

In response, Zeph whistled and called out, "Impressive! Any enchantments on them?"

Pride vibrated through the kobold's response, "Why, yes! They are fireproof and can regenerate most anything except the eye. You see, that is the core keeping them together and unfortunately, it isn't as strong as golem's made from scratch but they are rather useful in a pinch and can be summoned with any terrain or even corpses if you're into that!"

An arrow was loosed followed by another and each landed in one golem's glowing eye before the stony creatures fell to the ground, the kobold looking at both of them while the hunter laughed, "Anything else then alchemist of dragon blood but not wit?"

Zeph swore he could see pink growing on the kobold's cheeks even from where he was standing at the edge of the camp just as the little one began to yell, "You bastard! You didn't give them a chance! You had me talking and didn't even engage them fairly! What type of honor is that?! And...And I do not lack wit! I just lack a bit in manners and tact but I'm working on that. You'll see! I'll show you that I'm an alchemist to be revered and feared!"

The kobold alchemist that was to be feared yelped as an arrow zipped past one of his horns and his eyes widened as he saw that Zeph was nocking another one. With a loud squeak, the kobold fled, "I won't be made a fool!"

There was a moment where the hunter could have let the arrow loose and taken the poor kobold's head off but that seemed like a waste. This wasn't a dangerous hunt, wasn't something that tested his skill but talking and taunting the kobold had been fun. Making this a proper game would be entertaining and so, he lowered his bow and let the string relax chuckling as he began the hunt deeper into the forest for the golden scaled kobold.

Yolen ran through the forest while rummaging through his belt. The kobold was moving around trees, over roots and more with the intent to make his trail look strange. He even slapped a few potions down to summon golems to stand in the hunter's way and make it confusing. That was what he thought, at least. For the most part, all Zeph had to do was follow the trail of chaos left in the little guy's wake. He was kind of impressed actually. The tiny kobold had managed to fell a tree with one of the potions that had blown up rather than summon a golem. It was a smaller one so it didn't cause too many problems for the hunter to traverse but there were little flames on it that Zeph had decided to put out before continuing on with the hunt. The golems made for fun target practice but there were a few that seemed to trail off in random directions. Unfortunately for the kobold, these lumbering creatures were not exactly good at hiding where they came from.

Eventually, he came across something that brought him a small smile. He lowered his bow and looked up to see that the kobold was in the grasp of a very large and dangerous looking golem made of tree and rock. The kobold was struggling and barking out orders but the creature would not obey. When the kobold took notice of him, the tiny scaled monster said without any sort of shame, "Get me down from here! There was a small malfunction with this stupid creature and it is stuck!"

Zeph looked over his arrow, holding it up toward the kobold before bringing it to the bow to draw back the string and sigh, "You know, I should be thanking that golem I guess. It makes my job easier, y'know?"

Yolen blinked and began to squirm in the golem's grasp, thrashing just a bit, "Wait wait wait wait, get me down from here! Have you no honor? Would you not like to best me in one on one combat o-or at the very least let me say my final words, my final gift to this world? Can't you see that I've run out of potions and am trapped! Have some mercy please!"

The hunter tried his best not to chuckle and for the most part succeeded in reducing it to a small snicker while he aimed at the kobold, "I've already been paid for the job little friend. I have no reason to save you except that it would spare you just a few moments before dyin', besides, we're both smarter than that, aren't we? You were going to cut and run once I let you down, right?"

"No! No, I was not! I...I was going to negotiate for my life!" Sputtered the kobold, "I uh, I can give you something, anything you want, anything at all! Just let me down from here and we can talk about it. I'll even leave the villagers, pack up and move so they'll think you did the job! If I ever cause trouble again then you can even have my head for it but please just give me this one chance I'm actually groveling to someone of low status, without dragon's blood! Understand how special that is!"

Zeph raised his brow as if he were thinking about the offer for a little bit before sighing loudly and hanging his head, "I apologize little friend. It pains all good hunters to take a life but all natural life must come to an end and I will at least make it swift."

The kobold's eyes grew wide and he began to squeak and hiss, trying his hardest to get out of the golem's grasp before flinching as he saw the arrow fly from the bow. A loud crack echoed through the forest as Zeph's shot struck the eye of the golem and the creature began to crumble. The kobold blinked as he fell to the ground in a pile of rubble before he slowly picked himself up only to fall again flat on his gut as he was smothered by bark and stone.

"My, that looks like it hurt," Zeph muttered as he stepped over to poke a few rocks with his bow. The tiny monster huffed and looked up before raising a hand up toward the hunter. Zeph looked at the hand and slung his bow over his shoulder before kneeling to take it, "So...You'll be negotiating for your life I'm guessing?"

The scales on Yolen's cheeks seemed to brighten with hints of color before he sighed, "Yes! I plan on negotiating for my life. We can uh, take it back to my lab and what not."

Zeph still didn't pull the kobold out of the rubble and instead hummed, "What's the guarantee you won't leave? Besides, negotiating right here would give me more leverage, so, let's do that."

A squeak came from the kobold, "Are you serious right now? You would actually have me negotiate right here stuck under this stone? I could get crushed and then what would you receive?! Nothing! Nothing at all except cold scales and guilt, horrible chilling guilt that will gnaw at your insides for the rest of eternity! And my ghost will certainly be following you!"

Zeph laughed, he couldn't help it. The flustered expression, the absolutely stupid amount of confidence and bluster the kobold had. It was all too much to take seriously. When he finished his little fit of laughter, he shook his head and sighed, "Nice try, but no, I'd like to learn right now what I'd be getting out of this deal."

The kobold opened his mouth for a few seconds before clamping it shut. Whatever offer that the little golden bastard might have certainly wouldn't be enough. Zeph was being paid for a hunt and a hunt needed to be completed. Letting his target go free on the promise of doing better just wasn't good business. Besides that, finishing a hunt was almost as good as the game itself. Make it quick, make it swift, it was the only type of mercy he would give on a hunt and so, even before the kobold began speaking, a paw drifted through his cloak to take hold of a dagger at his belt and pull it.

An immediate response came, "You can do anything you want to me! Anything anything at all! Use me like a cheap whore, take a few of my scales and sell them like gold! Take me on as a slave and I'll concoct you the finest potions just spare me!"

A cheap whore hm? He had never fucked a kobold, nor had he ever really used a mark for his own pleasure on a hunt. As the dagger slid back in its sheath, Zeph had to admit that he was interested in the proposition. It would be a shame to kill someone who had been so much fun to hunt and taunt, a shame to waste an opportunity and if in the end if he wasn't satisfied he could always end the little bastard anyway. With a shrug, he pulled the kobold free of the rubble and shook his little hand with a grin.

"A cheap whore huh? If you're that desperate I guess I can see what I can do." He said with a chuckle before adding, "But I'd rather not have a traveling companion so keep that one to yourself."

The kobold cleared his throat once he was set back down, the tiny monster looking away as he muttered, "Right...Of course, you'd pick the sex." He then regained a bit of his bluster with a breath and a smirk, looking up at the canine in a manner that nearly looked as if he were somehow looking down on Zeph, "I guess you can't help being attracted to one so great as myself. Why no doubt you'll be begging for more and bowing down to me as all mortals do to dragons and their kin."

Zeph rolled his eyes and reached for his dagger, "Right...Let's test your mortality to see if you're truly blessed by dragons."

With a little hop and a yelp, Yolen began trotting off, "This way, this way to my camp so we can have a bit of comfort. Furs and a tent are better than rocks and moss, you know?"

He tapped the pommel of his dagger with a small smile as he followed the kobold back to the camp. The trip was short without all the crisscrossing and to the monster's credit, there were no attempts at escape. Zeph might've enjoyed a chase again but he supposed it was better to save his energy for the fun that they were going to have. The camp itself was as they had left it except with a new addition in that the concoction that had been frothing before now somehow was ablaze. Quickly enough, the kobold put it out and slipped into the tent. Inside, the hunter found Yolen fishing through a chest until he popped out a vial of something clear that hopefully was oil to make things easier and not something that would set his cock on fire. The tent itself was lined with furs along the bottom and once the kobold was done with the chest he pushed it aside and set the bottle down.

Zeph watched as the smaller male stripped of the cloak he was wearing, belt coming off with empty vials tossed aside along with the cloak onto the chest before he muttered, "Okay, so...I'm the cheap whore now, right? Guess this means you do literally whatever you want to me and I just accept it. Not exactly how the high and mighty such as myself live but if I must, I will pleasure you."

With a small smile, the hunter leaned down and commented, "Done this before?"

As Zeph began to strip from what he wore, he cherished the music of the kobold's complaints, "I have not! I have never once even sank to this level! Do you think that a great creature such as myself has ever been caught before with his tail up? Why, I shudder to think where you would get the notion that I would whore myself for lesser creatures, brutish, savage and ah...beastly things."

Those last few words came out with a shudder that Zeph only managed to catch as he kicked his trousers off to the side. He had to grin as he stared down at the little kobold with some amount of admiration on his expression. There were nice curves on the golden scaled alchemist. His rear and tail looked plump and the majority of his body appeared soft even though they were covered by hard scales. When he reached down to grab the kobold's rear, he noticed an erection that the tiny monster was trying to hide desperately with one hand.

Zeph muttered quietly, "Huh, seems like either having your life threatened or being used like a cheap whore by a lesser being has excited you." Before the kobold could argue, he reached up and grabbed the tiny monster's head to tug it close to his crotch, his fuzzy sheath already bulging as the red tip poked out, "So, how about you get to worshipping this lesser creature's cock and I'll give you something to really get excited about?"

The kobold remained quiet and instead of giving a haughty retort, took hold of his sheath with one hand while the other moved to cup his balls. Zeph watched with a small smirk as the tiny monster got to work, mouth moving to kiss the growing shaft as it started to peek out of the sheath more and more until the kobold had his lips firmly planted against the base of a thick cock. The hunter didn't need to say anything, all he did was watch while Yolen worked that little tongue from where his mouth was down and around the balls to replace any bead of sweat found with a nice lining of spittle. Every little inch of his sack was given proper attention until he could feel the gentle blowing of cool air against his warmed balls. Slowly, the kobold's hand started to pump his shaft while he suckled one orb gently.

Zeph rumbled pleasantly, body shuddering as he felt that hand passing up and down his shaft. There was already a throbbing heat around his crotch that told him that he wasn't going to last very long with the kobold's touch. He hadn't exactly been traveling with anyone or stopping for fun, so his body had been neglected, his desires thrown to the side. Something feral urged his paw to move and grab the back of the kobold's head, dragging it up all the way until those little lips were at the tip of his shaft. He looked down while huffing out breaths that might as well have been steam while those honeyed eyes gazed up at him with such a trembling mixture of fear and lust. Slowly, the kobold opened up and Zeph did not hesitate to slam inside.

From the tip of the tongue to the back of the throat, Zeph rammed his cock inside with a groan. The kobold did not gag, did not even jolt as the hunter began to use that tiny maw like a fleshlight. Back and forth Zeph's hips moved with a sort of desperate hunger to breed that he felt bubbling up from his gut. The kobold might've had been a terrible alchemist but at the very least, he was a fantastic whore. That tongue was soft as silk with the warmth of the kobold's spit providing an extra coating of pleasure as he pushed on inside again and again. It wasn't long before Zeph could feel his knot swelling, the bulbous piece of his shaft kissing the kobold's mouth again and again until he forced it inside. This time, the kobold gagged, eyes wide as his breath was cut off from the knot sealing the mouth entirely. It only grew more difficult for the tiny monster as Zeph groaned and hot cum began to pour out from the tip of his shaft. Salty seed painted the kobold's tongue and throat, honeyed eyes growing bigger before suddenly closing halfway as if he were lost in a dream while his arms became limp at his side.

Zeph muttered while grinding his hips forward, "Taste that fucking cum huh? Do you love the feeling of having your mouth bred by a lesser being? What the fuck type of dragon-blooded creature are you?"

The kobold only shuddered, eyes shutting all the way while Zeph kept on pumping out more and more cum. When he was finished, he pulled out with a sigh, body shaking just a bit as he let out one last shot of cum onto the kobold's face. Yolen himself fell onto his back, eyes open and glazed, mouth ajar and gulping in sweet breaths. Zeph wasn't fully hard still but his body wasn't satisfied, not after just that. The feral heat that had told him to use the kobold so thoroughly was still there, the hunger and lust he had for his prey were still beating like a drum at the back of his mind. Leaning down, he grabbed the kobold's leg by the ankle and turned the little bastard over.

Yolen yelped, "W-wait wait what are you doing? Give me a moment to catch my breath!"

There wasn't any reason to give his prey a break, no reason to stop when had a mark to capture and claim. Zeph moved both of his paws to grab onto the kobold's rear, tugging so the hips came up before spreading to show that lovely star. Without hesitation, the hunter leaned down all the way to plant his mouth on that fat ass, long tongue sliding out to press deep inside of the monster's rear and filter a heavy amount of sticky warm spittle down into the hole. The kobold groaned, toes curling, claws digging at the fur's beneath them while he felt his rear being assaulted. There wasn't anything he could do as someone who had offered themselves as a cheap whore and how he felt about that fact bulged against the furs.

It didn't take long for Zeph to find himself nice and hard again, ready and more than willing to break that rear. With that sort of hunger rolling through his body, he brought his mouth off of that fat rear to slide on up and plant the tip of his cock against the kobold's ass. He pushed and pressed until he realized that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. With an irritated growl, he reached over to grab the bottle that had been set aside. Zeph then bit down on the cork to tug it off before pouring the substance on his cock, adding plenty of it to that puckered hole that now glistened with both spit and oil. Once that was finished, he tossed the bottle to the side before starting to edge his cock against that tight hole again.

The kobold shuddered, face pressed against the ground as there was nothing else to say or do in this situation except allow it to happen with some amount of grace. Bit by bit, that rear was stretched until the tip popped inside. Zeph cursed quietly while he took hold of the tail to tug it back just as he thrust forward to take himself halfway in. The kobold gasped, head raising up as he squeaked, "Be careful!"

Zeph's answer as to grab the little bastard by the back of the head and hold him down, hips moving rapidly to break inside of that tight rump. Soon enough, he was balls deep inside of the kobold but instead of whimpering and cursing, the little monster was groaning and panting, mouth curved up in a stupid smile as those tiny hips moved back to meet his every thrust. Zeph shuddered as he heard the acceptance of his breeding, moaned as he started to move his hips in earnest to fuck that tight ass raw. Every thrust brought every inch of his cock inside of the golden scaled alchemist, a slap sounding off from the meeting of his hips and the kobold's rear.

Slowly, he brought his kobold's down to the kobold's neck, squeezing as he snarled, "You love this, don't you? You were fucking hoping someone would come hunting for you to break you, weren't you?"

Despite the fact he was treating the tiny monster so roughly, Yolen choked out, "Yes, yes! Please, keep treating me like this, keep breaking me, please!"

The hunter dragged his forwards all the way just as his knot started to grow again. It was difficult to get everything in there so he settled for simply slamming his hips forward and kissing the knot to that puckered ring. He pushed and pushed faster and faster while trying his hardest to hold back. Even still, the tiny kobold beneath him was a groaning mess, little hips moving to grind that meager member against the furs beneath them. The kobold was the first to cum, cock twitching against the soft furs while Zeph kept on pounding inside with a sort of desperation building.

Faster and faster his hips moved in an attempt to grind his knot into that tight hole. A few more thrusts and his knot was finally inside while he squeezed tightly onto that little neck, snarling as hot cum began to pour out. Those inner walls were coated with his cum, each twitch producing another rope until it seemed like the kobold would be growing fat from it all. When he was done, he let go of the kobold's neck slowly and started to yank his hips back. Yolen groaned, shuddering beneath the hunter and when the knot finally popped free, the kobold whimpered and curled inward.

Zeph got up and breathed out, staring down at the kobold. Maybe that was worth tarnishing his reputation. With that business done, he got back into his clothes and collected his bow before heading back to the village. The hunter found himself back on the road heading through the forest with a small frown. In his paw, he bounced a bag of jingling coin that was lighter than what had been promised. The villagers told him a job half done deserved half the pay and so he was left with that tiny irritation. With a sigh, he kept on walking wondering if he could go back and get the rest of his coin by killing the kobold.

"My, aren't you a sorry sight." Said a sudden familiar voice.

The hunter looked down and toward his side. Standing there was the kobold looking as proud as ever. Ah, he could claim his full reward now but before he could, the kobold beamed, "I thought you could use a companion on your journeys! A fellow hunter who could warm your bed!"

Zeph raised a brow before sighing and shaking his head, "Okay...Why not? Just try not to blow too many things up."

With that silent deal struck, the two walked off on the road to look for another mark, or perhaps, a warm bed.