Kisk's Cow 1
#1 of High Fantasy
Kisk is a bounty hunter kobold who is ready to collect on a particularly profitable mark. If anyone should try to ruin his chance at making a paycheck, he'll be really. Really angry.
Wait... what's that sound? Sounds like a cow about to come in and scare away his prize!
Uh oh!
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The work of a bounty hunter is a thankless and difficult one, but for those who take up the call, the rewards are great, if shallow. But that's just fine for Kisk. The kobold had always enjoyed working on his own, and the idea that each being he captures having a price matches his own sensibilities just perfectly.
Kisk has been working on this particular case for a month, tracking a particularly slippery doppelganger who had been caught in a broad embezzlement scheme against a, particularly powerful merchant guild. These people had shallow morals and deep pockets that definitely paid well to get problems to disappear.
So, Kisk set up his perch in the trees, keeping himself vigilant drinking rainwater and eating hardtack. It sucks, but it'll be worth it when his arrow flies through the thief's throat.
A few crunches in the leaves get the kobold to perk up, his sawtoothed smile visible under the shadow of his hood. He pulls back on the string, his arrow ready to let fly. "There... payday..." he whispers to himself, chuckling low under his breath. Ready for the right moment. Just... one... more... step!
Out of nowhere, a towering bovine warrior roars through the foliage, swinging an ax and breaking through the trees. Kisk's mark sees this newcomer and immediately bolts into the deeper woods.
Kisk lets slip the arrow, which misses the target and embeds itself in front of the hooves of the cow.
"What the-!?" The kobold growls, glancing off to the deeper woods. Rage burns in his red eyes, and he hops down to confront the newcomer.
The cow stands there, wielding ax with two hands. The cow snorts, roaring off into the forest. Her battle armor covers only the bare minimum needed, marking her as a barbarian. Of course.
"Don't let me catch you near that town again, you thief!" she bellows out into the forest. "Or, I'll chop your head off!"
"Stupid cow!" Kisk hisses, jumping out of the trees. He stares up at her, one hand on his bow, the other holding an arrow. "That was Kisk's Mark! Head of livestock come in here, dressed like slut, and ruins month's of work!"
The cow looks down at him, a stern gaze upon her face. She rests the shaft of her ax over her shoulder and holds her free hand up, wagging her finger at him. "I assure you. I'm neither livestock nor a slut. I am Isabella Mendez, and I am a righteous warrior fighting to preserve life and help evildoers see the light of day."
"Blah, Blah, blah," Kisk says, taking a few steps around her. "Cheese-headed cow wants to show off tits stumbling around where big boys play."
She grabs onto her weapon again. "I think you need to show me some respect, little boy."
Kisk snickers. "Think Kisk is little boy? Cute." With that, he leaps up and pulls on his bow. She swings her weapon, but he's gotten too close, and he springs off of her tits, dropping his blade to clatter to the ground.
"What the hell are you, mmm!?" she stares wide-eyed, her face full of kobold crotch. Kisk grabs onto her horns, his feet gripping hard upon her bare shoulders.
"Take a whiff of real man. Want make cow suck on balls?"
She snorts and drops her weapon, going to punch him, but he hops up, doing a handstand with her horns right as her fist comes colliding with her cheek.
The cow falls back, and the kobold falls on his feet, giving her a quick bow. "Stupid cow... and a stupid cow only good for milking and breeding." He holds up his hand, rolling a clip around his finger.
Isabella gasps and reaches for her collar, only for her top to pop off, her tits spilling out. She coughs and covers her chest, pulling her legs in to get past her shame. "W... what are you?"
Kisk grabs his hood and pulls it off, showing off his distinguished kobold face. He kicks up the dropped ax, holding it with his hands and feet, getting the blade right to her face "You Kisk's bitch... Now, yield!"
Isabella's eyes widen, trembling slightly. "I... why are we even fighting...?
"Dumb cow... not fighting. Playing with new plaything."
"P... plaything?" she asks, her face glowing bright red. "I... I'm no one's-"
He pushes the ax closer against her throat. "Can't fight 'little boy. Can't catch thief. Can't dress not like slut. Either end up as dinner or as slut" he reaches down, unhooking his belt. HIs pants slowly slide down over his hips. "Which one you want?"