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When the kobold slipped through the Fair and Fowl's door, everyone stared. Feyzi, the fennec fox barkeep, curled his lip. Although his tavern was patronized by rough dockworkers, it had standards. Those standards included not serving vermin.

Conversation stilled as the creature made its way towards the bar. Tears in the tattered brown cloak hugged tight around its shoulders revealed dull, dirty pink scales and a tunic in only slightly better condition. The kobold's clothes were ragged even compared to Feyzi's favorite regular Antoni, and the dwarven adventurer typically returned from two weeks on the road wearing the same shirt and trousers he'd left in.

Two cylindrical, backwards-curved horns jutted through more intentional-looking tears in the back of the kobold's hood. Even if the short stature and horns hadn't broadcast its species, the pink snout poking out would have. There was no hiding a snout like that. Of course, the grimy, pink-scaled tail that dragged behind it served as the most obvious giveaway. Those garments were likely effective at hiding in shadows or slipping unnoticed past the edges of a crowd. Wearing them into a brightly lit tavern only accentuated how out of place it was.

Feyzi's long, tan fox ears flicked with annoyance. He wiped a wet cloth over the section of sticky bar-top recently vacated by Antoni as the dwarf had left to chat with another of his friends at a table in the corner. Antoni always drank plenty and tipped well. Kobolds didn't. Kobolds drove away good business.

Feyzi met the questing eyes of the burly grizzly bear beastfolk sitting in his usual quiet table near the door. Est didn't like troublemakers disturbing his favorite bar and was always more than happy to serve as impromptu muscle. Today, though, the fennec barkeeper raised his tan-furred hand slightly off the table, a subtle cue to hold off. Sharp brown ursine eyes narrowed. Yet, this was Feyzi's bar, so Est shrugged and took another swig of his ale.

"Now, what in the hells is an outhouse gecko like you doing in this respectable establishment?" Feyzi asked, arms folded over his chest. He sneered the slur about one of the few legal jobs kobolds could work in the city.

He tried to catch the creature's eyes, but its snout seemed glued to the floor. One hand nervously fiddled with the scales on the other.

"This... is a beastfolk bar, right? I just wanted a hot stew." Its voice was feminine, soft and light. The words faded away as if slipping into the breeze. A female lizard, then. "And maybe an ale, if that would be possible."

"We don't do handouts," Feyzi growled. His hand hovered by his hip. The dagger sheathed in his belt was sharpened every morning just in case. Despite turning down Est's intimidating bulk to handle the vermin, the willowy fennec fox beastfolk was no fool. Kobolds could be fast, and they liked knives of their own. Surely this one had a game to play. Was she just a distraction to hide petty theft by her lizard buddies? Did she have a knife hidden in her own cloak so she could jump him the second he let down his guard?

"Sir, I--" she stammered out her answer, looking offput. It was as if she'd expected to walk into a respectable establishment and be served as if she were a person. "It's not a handout. I can pay for it. A stew and an ale is 4 copper, right? I have that!" With shaking hands, the lizard woman reached into a pouch tucked into her belt. From the sounds of the shuffling fabric and sparse clinking, her coin pouch was not particularly heavy.

Six half-copper coins clinked onto the counter one by one, followed by a full copper, this one dirty and bent around an edge.

Feyzi was about to respond when the creature anxiously followed up with, "I can eat outside. You don't need to put up with me in here. I know how it is." Her snout finally tilted up from the floor. Shimmering hazel eyes met his and then jerked down to her feet again. Her tail stuck rigidly back like a scared cat.

His tan, vulpine muzzle shut again, lips tugging in annoyance. Feyzi had been about to tell this creature the facts. The way things are. What she herself should know.

The only reason she would be in this tavern was to steal shit or hurt upstanding citizens and then steal their shit. This was no place for a kobold. Even one of her kind was a vermin infestation he couldn't ignore.

Feyzi already saw his righteous actions flashing through his imagination. To the stunned silence of the whole, on-edge tavern, he would pull out his knife and dramatically slam it into the counter-top! Her money was no good here. Still, her hide could fetch a few coppers in the square.

The bar's patrons would cheer. The kobold would slink out to a chorus of jeers and mocking laughter. And the night would move on as it always did.

Yet, her eyes were so unabashedly earnest. The line of her mouth wriggled with anxious terror. The little thing seemed to be a step away from tears.

Feyzi considered himself to be a good judge of character. Now, although a kobold wasn't exactly a person, her face still read as easily as a true lizardfolk's. Her expression oozed desperate sincerity. If she were a con artist, she was the best Feyzi had ever run into. And he wouldn't grant even an underhanded accolade like that to a kobold.

Maybe she did want nothing more than hot stew and an ale. She was just a fucking idiot who thought that a beastfolk bar would be willing to harbor vermin. She was so desperate, so needy. Shit, why did that send shivers down his spine?

Feyzi had fucked beastfolk women at brothels. He'd fucked shameful elves and proud dwarves. The few times he'd fucked kobolds, it had never seemed sporting. Where was the fun in shoving your cock in a girl with dead eyes, droning on the same monotonous lines of 'You're so good, master,' or 'Harder please, master?'

This one in front of him, terrified and hugging her little arms tight around her unimpressive chest, wouldn't have dead eyes or passionless words. No, she'd be feisty. She'd squirm and struggle and sob and holler. It would be like the scenes he had squeezed his eyes shut to imagine when he fucked brothel women who weren't fresh enough off the streets to shed a few tears. He knew he wasn't supposed to enjoy the ones who did cry. They were still people. Rationally, he shouldn't delight in their suffering. It bothered Feyzi that he had never felt shame about taking advantage of them.

This sniveling little lizard in front of him was not a person. There would be no shame in showing her her place. Even more delightfully, there were no laws against having fun with the ditch lizards who preyed on upstanding society.

"I'll tell you what," Feyzi said, leaning forward over the bar top. The kobold cowered just a foot away from his pointed muzzle. His commanding voice echoed through the bar. He wanted everyone to hear. The patrons would appreciate a show with their dinner--or maybe even more. "Do you know what makes you better than a lizard, girl?"

The kobold hesitated. Her earnest hazel eyes tilted up to glance at him, then focused right back down on her little hands. She fiddled with the scales on her arms. "No, sir."

"Tits," Feyzi said, grinning. That brought a few guffaws from his tense audience. The mood in the room was settling. No kobold gang was about to burst through the doors. This little female wasn't going to jump Feyzi with a knife. No, this was just a dirty street lizard desperate for real person food. A monster acting above her station about to be put back in her place. "So, if you want to eat here at this bar with honest, paying folks, then put on your best lizard self. Show us your tits."

The kobold's head jerked up to gaze at the leering fox with wide-eyed disbelief. Then, it jerked right back down. She hugged her arms tightly around her chest. She hunched, as if hiding her small body from the world.

Fuck, this was fun.

Feyzi could easily imagine the anxious thoughts in her head. Is anyone looking? No one wants to see my disgusting little lizard tits, right?

The gaze of practically everyone in the bar was locked on her. A few with horror, more with grossed-out curiosity, and plenty with eager anticipation.

"What if I come back next week with more money?" she finally asked in a tiny voice.

"Your stolen coins aren't good here, lizard," Feyzi sneered. "You want a meal? You'll earn it like a kobold should. Give me your tunic. Show off your tits."

The horrible dilemma twisted the kobold's expression. Clearly, this lizard was desperate for the hot meal.

If she wasn't stupid, though Feyzi couldn't think that with any confidence, then she would have expected the possibility of being dragged out by her tail. There was no chance she'd expected this.

The kobold looked back at the doorway. She looked at the burly bearfolk pointedly digging a claw through his discolored, predatory teeth by the door.

"Okay," she said miserably. Her eyes watered.

With shaking hands, the kobold began to untie the frayed, knotted fabric around her neck. Her fingers slipped and struggled. All eyes were on her, and she clearly felt them. After a minute, she managed to undo the knot. The cloak slid around her shoulders and she bunched it into a bundle of fabric in her arms. Gingerly, she hugged the tattered cloth to her chest.

Her face was much more exposed now. She had narrow cheeks. Subtle pointed ridges rose behind her brow and trailed down to her ears. Behind the two curling horns on top of her head, symmetrical ridges of much-smaller horns curved down to her neck, where they flattened to rigid, keratinous bumps.

"No one wants your ratty cloak, lizard. Probably infested with mites. Toss it on the floor."

"Okay," she repeated, blinking rapidly. She dropped the bundle of cloth. For a moment, she just stared at it laying at her feet.

Then, without further prompting, her unsteady fingers worked at the buttons of her tunic. There were only two of them. Where other buttons used to be, someone, probably the kobold herself, had poorly sewn in straps of fabric to tie together. She unknotted those as well.

The kobold removed the tunic as if it were a child of her own clutch, tenderly folding it before setting it down on top of the cloak.

Now only the dirty cloth chest wrap remained. The cleaner scales protected by multiple layers of fabric near the edges of her chest wrap gleamed like a crystalline rose. Her grimy face and tail were more of a dirty pastel. The smaller, soft-looking belly scales were lighter, like pinkish quartz. They also shimmered more, having less dirt and scuffing than the rest of her body.

Even without removing her last garment, Feyzi could tell how small her tits were. Only slight outlines showed at the edges of her barely-raised chest wrap.

The kobold's small hand hovered at the point under her armpit where the loose end of the cloth tucked tightly under the wrap. She gazed up at Feyzi with one last pleading expression. Her teary eyes, her wriggling lips--they were so damn pathetic. There was no way for her to know that they just made him even more eager.

"The fuck are you waiting for, lizard? Show the bar your tits!"

She nodded rapidly. A solitary tear finally dribbled its way free from the collected moisture shimmering in her eyes. Surely, the first of many to come.

With no ceremony, the woman tugged the end of the chestwrap free, and the cloth easily unwound from her body. She carefully wound it back up between her hands and lay it on top of her pile of clothes. She brought her hands up to cover her breasts, and then, with clear struggle, let them drop again.

True to first impression, her tits were small, unimpressive even for the kobolds that Feyzi fucked in the brothels. Yet, those may have been the best endowed specimens for sale in the markets; he was no expert on kobold tits. Still, the breasts had a pert, mature firmness and curve to them. The scales faded away to abnormally large, human-sized, dark-pink areola. Those were peaked with stiff, lighter-pink nipples. It was obvious to Feyzi why she kept them wrapped up.

The low buzz of anticipatory conversation in the bar may as well have been silence for the almost half-minute Feyzi stared at the topless kobold. Although his eyes were on her breasts, he mostly just soaked in the satisfaction of her shame.

The kobold's toes curled under his gaze. She stared at her feet but kept glancing back up at him. Her anxious fingers toyed even more fervently at the scales on the backs of her hands. Her shoulders hunched forwards, as if to make her breasts look bigger, though they weren't even big enough for that to bunch them up.

The fox broke his silence with a guffaw. "The Mother's mercy, girl. You've got the ugliest fucking tits I've ever seen! Even on a lizard. Shit. Show the rest of the bar. They've got to see this! I've never seen nipples that wide and garish on such tiny, undesirable tits."

An audible sob choked out of the humiliated woman.

Feyzi shivered in excitement. She looked so tense that at any moment she might snap shut, curling in on herself like an armadillo. But she was in too deep now. How could she stop after already flashing the barkeep and suffering such indignity?

Feyzi hoped that was what she was thinking, at least. He stared at her hazel eyes, though they rarely met his.

Finally, the kobold stiffly nodded. With jerky motions, she turned herself around.

The bar hadn't been truly quiet since Feyzi had eased the tension over the kobold's presence, though the murmurs of conversation had stayed respectfully soft so everyone could watch the show. Now, however, the raucous sounds of a prime-time bar re-emerged full force. Laughter exploded around the room. Given such a clear example by the barkeep, the rough folks of the bar had no issue offering their own jeering cruelty.

A grizzled wolf veteran slammed his mug on the table and called out, "Oi! Lizard cunt! How many newts you popped out of that pussy to get such fat ugly nipples?" His words brought another explosion of laughter.

Tears dribbled down the kobold's cheeks. Her arms hugged tightly around her stomach. They kept shifting up as if to cover her chest, but then lowered tightly back in place. "I... I've never..." she choked out.

"Nah, listen to that little monster! 'Course she ain't shat out any spawn or those tiny tits'd be sagged to hell!" a burly river otter longshoreman added. More laughter followed.

After that, the whole room was abuzz with conversation about the kobold's body. Two ermines argued whether her tits were big enough to straddle and fuck. A whole table loudly debated whether even a male kobold would find those breasts attractive. And others just demanded more. With calls to, "Show us her pussy!" and, "Make'r squish'm close!"

A raucous deer rapped his hefty hoof-like nails on his table and called out, "You sure that lizard's even an adult? Those tits're awful little to come in askin' for a beer!"

Feyzi roughly shoved the kobold's shoulder. She nearly jumped out of her scales in fright.

"Go on, tell that deer how many years you got," he said.

"Uh," the kobold stammered. "I think twenty?"

"And that's you address your betters?" Feyzi asked with a growl. He squeezed her shoulder. Her muscles were as tight as a fishing line yanking at a big catch.

"Twenty... sir?" she said meekly. The tavern patrons laughed.

"That's more like it. Good enough." Feyzi yanked the topless girl's shoulder, turning her back towards him. He let go, then slipped back to the rack of tankards behind him. He stuck one under the spigot of his barrel of dark ale. The beer foamed up over the tankard's lip and splattered onto the bartop as he clunked it down. "Climb up. Lizards don't eat on chairs."

Despite the kobold's hunched, anxious posture and the tears flowing down her face, her eyes widened. Just as Feyzi had hoped, she seemed to think the ale was her hard-won prize.

Cautiously, as if not believing this stroke of luck, the kobold heaved herself onto a barstool. From there, she crawled up the last foot of height to seat herself in front of Feyzi on the polished bartop. The way she sat with her knees hugged tight to her chest reminded him of a child cowering in the corner of her bed from an imagined terror. She reached for the ale with a shaking hand.

"Oh come, now," Feyzi said, grabbing the handle of the ale tankard and dragging it well out of her reach. She turned her wide, terrified eyes to him. He snorted. "Don't tell me you lizards all sit like that! That won't do in my establishment."

As if positioning a child just learning to ride a horse, Feyzi reached around her sides and wrenched her knees away from her chest. At first, she offered admirable resistance. Then, after a sorrowful glance towards the tankard of ale, she gave in and allowed him to move her limbs.

"But I showed everyone my breasts," the kobold protested weakly. She stared at the hands pushing her legs down to dangle over the edge of the bartop. One arm hugged around herself. The other shook as it wiped tears from her cheeks. "You promised I could have it."

"I promised you could eat here," Feyzi corrected her with a self-congratulatory sneer. He pulled her legs apart on the countertop, though her ragged trousers obscured any view of her crotch. "I didn't say anything about giving you a free meal and drink. But shit, girl--I don't even know your name. What do they call you?"

"Jus' Peony."

Feyzi paused, then looked around his tavern. Most patrons were listening enthusiastically already. Some were still talking amongst themselves. Some seemed deeply uncomfortable. He didn't give a shit. Those lizard-lovers weren't welcome in his establishment.

"I realize I let this dirty little gutter-skink in for a bite to eat but didn't ask none of you if you were fine with it!" Feyzi said, projecting his voice. "Now, since I'm not accepting stolen money, Peony here's still got to earn her food. What do y'all want her to do for her sip of ale?"

"Make the lizard dance!" came an immediate suggestion through a sea of laughter and mockery.

Many others, including the wolf and otter, called out for Feyzi to, "Take off 'er bottoms! Show us 'er pussy!"

The kobold finally seemed to realize just how much trouble she was in. Her limbs stiffened. When Feyzi let go of one leg, it snapped over to the other, squeezing the fox's remaining hand between them.

Of course, closing her legs wasn't going to help. Feyzi's freed hand slid up the girl's bare belly. The scales were soft and warm. They pressed out against his hand and withdrew in quick succession with her short, scared breaths. His fingers curled around a petite breast, squeezing down at the puffy skin and pliable scales. His thumb circled around the wide border between scaled skin and silky-smooth areola.

Peony's breath caught. Her snout tilted up to look back at Feyzi. Fresh tears began to dribble again from her shimmering eyes. The fennec's fingers pinched her pert little nipple, and a sharp flinch jolted her. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing more tears out. Her shoulders hunched. An awful, pained noise rumbled out of her throat.

"Are you going to rape me?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "In front of everyone?"

"It's not rape if you're willing," Feyzi muttered to her. He chuckled. "You seemed pretty ready to show off your ugly little tits for a drink."

"I don't want this. I want to go. I don't care about the food anymore," Peony said softly as Feyzi groped her tit. His fingers squeezed her large areola, puffing out her nipple into an unnaturally thin cone. "Please let me leave."

Feyzi leaned down to press his cheek against her own. His other hand fought its way up along the crevice between her squirming legs. He wriggled his fingers to press her pants to her crotch until he felt the warm, scaly skin underneath. Was she wearing anything under her trousers?

"Then yeah," Feyzi said. His cheek nuzzled along the side of her head. The soft scales scratched pleasantly through his fur. One of her smaller horns poked his shoulder. A thrill rushed through him. This felt so fucking good. "I'm going to rape you in front of all these good folks. But is it really rape if you're a kobold? I think it's just showing you your place, lizard."

Peony whimpered. She was so fucking pathetic.

She shook violently under Feyzi's hands. He roughly twisted a nipple, which caused the little lizard to wince and bite her lip. His fingers rubbed at the pussy hidden underneath her trousers. The puffy lips were softer and squishier than the rest of her firm, scaled hide.

"You wanted to see her pussy?" Feyzi asked, his voice once again projecting out to the tavern patrons, most of whom were having a jovial time watching Peony's suffering. A chorus of cheers and mockery gave the fennec his answer. Very few people left in the tavern by this point seemed to have any qualms about what was happening. Some looked uncomfortable but clearly didn't want to speak out when others were so openly enthusiastic about Peony's impending rape. A few tried to ignore what was going on. Feyzi was disappointed to see the dwarf Antoni leave with a sour expression and half-finished food on his table.

"Go on then, Peony. Take off your trousers. Spread your pussy for everyone to enjoy. Hopefully it isn't as ugly and deformed as your tits!" Feyzi gave the poor girl's breast another rough kneading and then viciously wriggled her nipple between two fingers. A pained squeak escaped her snout. "I think that kinda show's worth a sip of ale, don't y'all agree?"

Clearly, most of the tavern agreed.

"Please don't make me," Peony protested in a voice barely loud enough for Feyzi to hear. Tears dribbled down her cheeks.

"What was that? I don't think anyone heard you!" Feyzi said.

"Please... please don't make me. I want to leave. I'm sorry," Peony said through heaving gasps, this time loud enough to be heard throughout the bar. A squeal cut through her words as Feyzi twisted the nipple on her other tiny tit.

"What was that, lizard? You're gonna be feisty? Hey! Anyone got a spare earring or ear stud to donate? This slutty little gecko's tits might not look so fuck-ugly if they had a piercing. And if this bitch isn't gonna show us her pussy..."

"Oy! Feyzi! I got a few rings that I was gonna return for my wife! Cheap, shitty jewelry. Fits a beast like her perfect, eh?" It was the deer. He enthusiastically dug through his bag to pull out a small handful of little metal studs and rings, meant for a cervine's long ears or wide nostrils.

As the deer hunted for the jewelry, Peony desperately cried out, "I will! I'll... spread my pussy! I'm so sorry!" with a wretched, horrified sob.

"Perfect!" Feyzi said happily. "Toss'm over!"

While the kobold's small, viciously shaking hands rushed down to her trousers, the deer stuffed the jewelry into a pouch and threw it to Feyzi. He caught it and clacked the pouch down on the table next to the girl. A good reminder.

Peony wriggled her ass over the bar top as she unceremoniously forced her trousers down her legs. True enough, she wasn't wearing any undergarments. In moments, she was entirely naked.

Intense shame hung on the kobold's features. Her little hands squeezed tight around her flat, unshapely thighs, as if that were the only way to stop them from snapping shut to cover her pussy. Clearly, she understood that wouldn't be allowed.

Peony's legs spread wide apart. She still shook horribly.

Her scales thinned on her labia, causing them to stand out against the smooth, lustrous scales around them. A dusty, pale-pink hint of her inner labia protruded between her lips, which stayed firmly shut despite her opened legs.

"I said spread your pussy, whore! Not just your legs. Wide as you fucking can. Give everyone a good show!" Feyzi said. He viciously slapped a hand against her exposed folds. The kobold squealed, less in pain than humiliation. The angle wasn't right to strike her with any real force. His fingers lingered against the warm slit for a second too long before pulling away.

"Fuck yeah, show that lizard her fucking place!" shouted the bawdy deer.

The woman's shaking hands reached down to her folds. She gently squeezed two clawed fingers from each hand around her subtle, flat pussy lips. Then, pressing her eyes shut and breathing hard, she pulled them wide apart.

The catcalls increased in volume. Men whooped and hollered. The grizzled otter longshoreman called out, "Little whore looks ripe for the taking!"

All eyes were on Peony. Everyone who hadn't left in discomfort was staring straight at the kobold's exposed body, her flat tits with too-big areola, and her little, pale-pink pussy with subtle ridges, a prominent clit, and the sharply narrowed crevice right down into her vagina.

Feyzi tugged her shoulders back so he could peer down her front. His fingers felt the knotted stress of her muscles. Though he didn't want to block the view for the crowd, he also wanted a view for himself. As much fun as it was riling up his lecherous regulars to debase and humiliate this kobold who didn't know her place, the fennec also wanted to enjoy the view. His pants bulged with his own arousal.

The first go at this trembling kobold tail belonged to him. That was going to be a hard sell, so he'd have to do his best to work the crowd. Even in company as impolite as this tavern, pulling out his cock and raping the kobold's pussy would probably result in jeers, disgust, and calls to 'drag that whore to your room!' So, he had to sell his patrons on the idea.

Feyzi's left hand delved between Peony's legs to carefully run over the smooth, scaleless pink of the kobold's pussy. The moment his fingers met the sensitive skin, her whole body jolted. She didn't try to stop him, though. Her eyes just squeezed even tighter shut. Her mouth twisted in a grimace.

The silky skin was warmer than her scales but clammy against his fingers. Despite her natural moisture, she was still dryer than the least enthusiastic slave he'd ever fucked in any of his exotic brothel visits.

"Oh, come on. Don't act like that. You earned yourself a sip of ale, Peony! Don't you all think she deserves it?" the fennec called to the crowd. "I mean, look at this delicious cunt! You don't get a show like this at every tavern, do you?" Two digits squeezed around one of her inner labia and tugged it around, lewdly playing with the poor woman's most private place to the laughter and derision of the crowd. He dragged his finger up to her yet-untouched clit and ground it roughly into the tender, hooded nub.

Peony shrieked and doubled over around his hand. "Stop! Ah! Please, stop!" she cried out. Fresh tears dribbled down her cheeks.

Feyzi shoved the mug of ale up against her cheek. "Sit back up, slut. You want to pretend you're a civilized creature? You'll drink this ale with some fucking composure. Got it?"

Vigorously nodding, Peony attempted to right her shaking body. Her legs remained splayed; her hands kept her pussy spread. As much as she clearly hated it, she must have feared disobeying even more.

"You can spread your pussy with one hand, slut. Like you don't even know how tankards work! Nah, a lizard like you probably only drinks out of puddles and pet bowls!"

Peony clearly tried her hardest. Her body unfurled, each additional inch of righting herself looking as difficult as gaining the same distance in an arm wrestle against Est. One hand awkwardly positioned itself above her pussy so she could continue hold apart her pink, scaley labia. The other carefully gripped the handle of the tankard.

When Feyzi let go, however, it was clear that the poor kobold didn't have the strength to hold the dense wooden tankard filled to the brim. The shaking in her arm intensified. Ale sloshed over the sides, splashing her wrist, hips, and belly. Finally, she managed to tilt it back and gulped down a mouthful of ale.

The fox had even worse tortures planned. A cruel idea had been brewing in his head. He couldn't break the merchandise at brothels, and he never wanted to deal with the taxes of owning a sex slave, but this little rape-toy on his counter? She was fair game.

Quietly, the fox dug into the forgotten pouch of piercings. He chose a simple iron ring with faded polish. As the girl struggled with a second mouthful of ale, he squeezed her left nipple then between thumb and forefinger. She ignored it.

His claw jabbed out. It cleanly pierced through her areola and out the other side.

Peony choked on ale and screamed. Her eyes flooded with a sudden burst of tears. An awful gurgling sound came from her throat as her scream fought against the alcohol. Finally, her composure broke. The tankard dropped carelessly out of her hands, splashing ale over her legs, the bar top, and down onto the floor. The wood clanked loudly against each surface, but the sound was dwarfed by the kobold's yells.

Small hands tugged hard at Feyzi's forearm. In a moment of unbridled cruelty, he allowed her to pull his arm just a few centimeters. That only served to tug his claw inside the bloody wound. Her knees pulled up near her chest. Her chin buckled downwards. Yet, having learned her lesson, her torso held as still as it could, despite her feverish shaking.

"Stop!" she cried. Tears spilled down her cheeks. "It hurts so bad! Stop!"

"Brothel women pay for tit piercings, whore," Feyzi pronounced, unaffected. "You got yours free. Thank me."

The kobold sobbed. She opened her mouth, and a moaning, pained sound came out. She closed it. Her face contorted with anguish.

Then, her mouth opened again. "Thank you," she moaned.

"For what?"

Another sob gurgled up from her throat. Spilled ale dribbled down her scales. She sounded as if she were barely able to get the words out. "For piercing my breast... for free."

Despite the crowd's recent enthusiasm, disgust adorned a number of faces. Others, including the deer who had provided the piercings, had sick grins on their muzzles.

The fennec's heart pounded. Trickles of blood spilled around his claw. The kobold's gravelly screams had been reduced to a horrible whimper. Feyzi finally hefted a sizable iron nose-ring, clearly meant for a cervine.

"You know!" the fennec announced. A slightly nervous smile stretched his muzzle. As excited as he was about abusing this worthless, scaly rat, fear of losing the crowd brought heat pumping through his cheeks. "That ale cost a pretty penny, Peony! It was top shelf, chosen just for my esteemed little lizard guest. But you went and ruined the whole cup. Not just disrespectful--"

With that word, Feyzi removed his claw, then forced the unclipped nose-ring through her bloody wound. Peony made an awful sound. It started as a scream, but turned into a hoarse, throaty moan. Her voice cracked whenever Feyzi had to wriggle the iron ring to get it all the way through. The latch snapped shut on the other side.

"--but also, wasteful! Why Peony, you got through so much for a sip of ale, but you ruined a whole tankard! You knew your money ain't good here. But... well, maybe the good folk of this tavern can bail you out."

Though chatter had never stopped through his torturous abuse of the kobold girl's tit, many had hushed. Now, eager conversation began to rise from the low voices. Whispers of, "He's sayin' we're gonna get to fuck this lizard, you dolt!" carried from one table to the next. Some of Feyzi's patrons were thicker skulled than others.

A group of rough folks on the docks will forgive many sins when you promise them a hole to fuck.

Of course, the words reached Peony as well. Even if she had struggled to understand the implications of what Feyzi said through the throbbing pain in her nipple, she certainly heard the mutterings.

"No... no please. You can't. This... I haven't, please, not like this." Her words came garbled and groaning. Her anguished eyes scanned the room. She looked into countless diverse faces. Most were beastfolk. A few wolves, the otter, some deer, Feyzi's bear friend Est, and a scattering of forest critters. The dwarves had stormed out, but an elf gazed at her with the impassive smirk of a man who thought he was smarter and superior in every way. Hunger loomed in many of their eyes.

"My best ale costs two silver a mug. The steak dinner that this gutter-skink has on order? One gold," Feyzi said, listing obscene prices that he never would have charged any man in his bar.

The fox's hands returned to roaming Peony's body. Her legs stayed bunched to her chest, but the fennec wrenched them apart to expose her pussy for his molestation. Once forced open, they stayed open. Feyzi's other hand traveled up to grope her scaly snout. His thumb wriggled into her mouth.

"Please..." she moaned, her voice muffled through the furred thumb.

"This tight little maw... Peony, have you ever serviced a male?" Feyzi asked.

Peony nodded rapidly. Clearly, she thought that was the right answer. But her head slowed down. Perhaps she realized that her inexperience would be obvious, and she had another yet-unpierced nipple. Slowly, her head shook 'no'.

"And your pussy. Have you ever fucked a boy?"

Her head shook again.

Feyzi grinned wickedly. "A virgin kobold. You don't see that every day, do you? A half-copper to fuck her snout or ass, a copper for the pussy. If you just wanna watch, jerk your cock, and cum on the lizard, that's free. She's no brothel whore, so I think y'all deserve a discount!"

To Peony's clear horror, the tavern erupted in cheers. Conversation grew like the rising tide. Scattered words emerged from this table or that, talking about how tight her pussy would be, whether she was lying about being a virgin, arguments over whether raping her throat would be more fun than her cunt.

"Here's how this's gonna work," Feyzi said. Gripping the girl by her neck, he dragged her squirming and kicking across the bar top, past two patrons who rushed to get their drinks out of the way, and then down onto the floor where she fell with a painful thunk. He readjusted his grip to use her horns as handles and stepped out from behind the bar, kobold in tow. He dragged her across the wooden planks to the center of the tavern. That space, just a meter in front of the bartop where he'd shown off her naked body, still had a great view from most tables.

Feyzi hoisted the kobold up by the horns as if he were dealing with a sack of flour rather than a living, sobbing woman. He slung her belly-up on top of a bar stool.

"Touch this whore all you want. Tits, mouth, ass, tail, pussy--" Demonstrating for the crowd, Feyzi's hands roamed Peony's exposed body. She squirmed to keep her knees up, little pink hands over her tits, but Feyzi casually forced them away. Not only was she much smaller than him, but the pathetic creature seemed sapped of strength.

He squeezed her ugly little tits. A light tug at her oversized nipple ring elicited a gurgling half-scream. With her mouth open, he pushed two fingers in. Her mouth was hot and wet in just the way her pussy wasn't. Slick, saliva-coated fingers fenced her darting and dodging tongue.

The kobold's snout strained wide open to avoid the invading fingers. That only gave Feyzi better access. With his thumb under her tongue, his other digits rolled over her tongue to the back of her mouth. The kobold violently gagged. She hacked and shook, and eventually submitted. Her mouth closed around his fingers. Her eyes watered, defeat darkening her expression.

A furred hand left her pierced breast to fondle the base of her tail. It lowered in a pitiful attempt to escape, but that only exposed a tight, fleshy tail-hole ringed by pink scales for Feyzi to molest.

With Peony's legs hugged to her belly, her labia were puffed out by tightly squeezing hips. Feyzi spread her tender pink slit again, splaying that scaleless virgin skin--just as good as any person's. This was why the gods had made kobolds.

A wolf and deer who sat only a meter away peered over for a better look.

"She won't bite," Feyzi said with certainty, wriggling two fingers in her mouth as he swirled a digit around the kobold's virgin pussy. He even mashed that finger up into her little hooded nub of a clit to demonstrate that point. Peony's whole body tensed. Her knees hugged even harder to her chest. Her eyes squeezed shut. Yet, there wasn't the hint of a sting from her sharp teeth. "She knows that if she bites, she'll have to be put down. Wouldn't want a rabid lizard on the streets!"

Feyzi's heart pounded in exhilaration. A grin stretched his muzzle. It was time. He let go of the trembling kobold and unbuttoned his pants. They unceremoniously dropped to the ground along with his undergarments. He grabbed the spilled tankard from the floor and set it on a second stool next to her. A copper clinked into the bowl. The kobold cringed.

His crimson fox cock throbbed next to the kobold's face. Precum glistened along its length. A clean, sharp earthy musk wafted between them. All that degradation and abuse had worked up the fennec fox to the point where he just couldn't hold back anymore.

"Suck my cock, slut," he growled. "I'm about to shove it in your tight little cunt, and if it's not wet enough, that'll be your problem, not mine."

An empty threat. Enough precum slicked his shaft that he'd slide in her pussy fine anyway. But panic still flashed in her gullible virgin eyes.

Peony gulped. Her body continued to shake. She tilted her head up and to the side, staring at him. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened.

"Come the fuck on! Stupid fucking lizards. I said suck my cock, not lay slack-jawed at me!" Feyzi slapped the girl's good tit so hard his own palm stung afterward. The loud smack and subsequent squeal meant it must have been far worse for her. Feyzi shuffled a half step forward. His cock rested above her sideways snout, right over her nose, which wrinkled at the powerful scent of musk and precum.

When Peony's eyes opened to the cock looming right in front of her face, she jolted. She then turned her gaze to the floor. Slowly, silent but for a pained groan, the kobold shifted her snout around the fox's penis.

Her snout curled with disgust. For a second, her jaw clenched frighteningly. While there was no way she'd bite him intentionally--he'd cowed her plenty to prevent that--unintentionally was another matter. He would have to be careful while his cock was in her mouth.

Despite his hammering heart, the kobold's snout felt wonderful. Her jaw stayed tense, wrapped wetly around his shaft. Though her tongue hid at the bottom of her mouth, it couldn't help brushing along the sensitive canine flesh.

"See! No big deal using the girl's mouth. Just don't you fucking asshole wolves go and knot her throat. You do that, you're paying two extra coppers and any healing potion I gotta use to get her jaw back in place."

Peony's eyes stretched wide with terror. As if trying to just get it over with or to distract herself from the horrifying, casual rules of her abuse, her stiff muzzle bobbed up and down in a poor imitation of a blowjob. Given her earlier trepidation, the kobold had likely only ever seen one given between urchins in a dark alleyway.

Her mouth was warm and wet. It felt nice, but the sloppy technique barely brought Feyzi any pleasure. Some casual humping caused the girl's eyes to water. His cock pushed near the back of her throat, but he didn't go for deep throating yet. The real reason he was fucking her mouth first was to simply enjoy stealing that experience from her. The fresh expression of revulsion on her face at her first taste of cock was delightful. She'd suck dozens of cocks tonight, but his would be the first. His would be what she remembered.

"She's really shit at giving blowjobs," Feyzi announced. "Might have to teach the little whore. It's a favor, really. Blowjobs are a core life skill for any lizard slut!"

"Can we beat 'er?" the longshoreman otter gruffly asked over the thrum of conversation.

Feyzi withdrew his cock from the kobold's snout. She hacked up a series of coughs. Saliva and precum drooled from her lips and splattered on the wood floor below.

"Yeah, you can beat her. Try not to break anything. Don't scratch her up, neither. Hate to ugly her up so badly that _no one_wants to fuck her. How would she pay for her meal then?"

Raucous beastfolk cackling delighted in Peony's suffering. A strangled whimper escaped her drooling snout. Her little pink hands covered her eyes. She still trembled.

"Alright, whore! You ready for your first cock?" Feyzi asked, rounding the side of the stool. He smacked her pussy. The sharp _crack_rang out through the bar at the painful impact. The angle was much better than it had been on the bar top.

Peony squealed. Her limbs writhed in place. The woman was probably desperate to cover her pussy but too scared to do so. She rapidly shook her head. A garbled noise escaped her mouth instead of words.

"You should be honored! There're good, hard-working men here in this tavern, and you get to pay them back for their service. A tight little kobold hole, practically free of charge!"

Feyzi lined his cock up with scaly pussy lips. They were so soft. Nothing like the rough sandpaper texture he would have once expected from scales over leathery skin. At least, not before he'd fucked reptilian beastfolk in brothels, of course. His penis parted her puffy lips to dusty pink skin, darkened slightly after his slap.

He hesitated. Something just didn't feel right.

The little kobold quivered violently, curled around herself. Her hands covered her eyes and squeezed against her cheeks; her knees clutched to her chest. Snot dribbled from her nostrils to slip into all the saliva that Feyzi's brief blowjob had spread around her mouth.

It was a hot sight, sure. But he couldn't see her eyes. He couldn't watch the expression on her face. He couldn't feel the tension in her muscles after each thrust into her tight virgin body.

It just wasn't fun to fuck her if he couldn't taste her horror.

"Spread your legs, lizard," Feyzi growled at her, no longer speaking to the tavern. This was an indulgence for him alone. "Open your eyes and watch. Watch me take your virginity. You shouldn't have kept it so long. You're a whore. This is all you ugly little vermin are good for--servicing your betters."

Peony complied. Her legs parted and lowered, and she tilted her head forward so her snout rested on her chest. Her eyelids fluttered in their struggle to open, as if squinting through a blizzard. After a moment, her teary gaze rested between her legs. The thick fox cock nestled against her parted pussy lips. Her rapist gazed eagerly down at her. A sob choked the kobold. A fresh tear leaked down the inside corner of her snout. Yet, she didn't shut her eyes or look away.

This was much better.

"You don't have to do this," she said, her strained voice barely a whisper. "Please... I only want to go home. I'll use my mouth again! Anything! Just don't take this from me."

Her pleading fell on deaf ears. Feyzi didn't care what she could give him. Her money didn't matter. Sex itself wasn't even the point. Instead, it was Peony's desperate begging that made the cruel fennec's cock twitch in need.

Casually groping one of her tits, Feyzi rammed his hips forward and forced his cock into the kobold's small pussy. Barely two inches managed to wedge inside her. The motion even stung for Feyzi. Peony, on the other hand, wailed in agony.

After half a minute exposed to the air, much of her saliva had dried. Penetrating her was more difficult than it would have been had she not sucked his cock at all. Feyzi had known this would happen, of course. He'd cared more about raping away her oral virginity and watching her expression as she'd tasted her first cock. The pain and horror in her eyes as he brutally forced his dry shaft against the grippy, unlubricated skin of her virgin cunt? That was a bonus.

Besides, the sensation of Peony's soft walls squeezing around Feyzi's cock made up for the modest pain. Firm scales gave her a hard looking exterior. Yet, silky, tender warmth hugged him tight inside her. His fingers curled around the pliable scales smoothly ringing a breast. These nasty little beasts were quite good fuck toys.

Feyzi pulled all the way out of the girl. She squealed as his cock tugged hard at her gripping cunt. For a moment, Feyzi worried he might ruin the girl's hole before anyone else had their fun. Luckily, his cock pulled free with only a glistening sheen and little streaks of crimson that were barely noticeable on his pale red shaft.

Her scaly pink slit stayed slightly spread. There, the stain of blood was more noticeable. The kobold herself didn't move, though her muscles felt tense as a whip under Feyzi's touch. She simply squeezed her cheeks under her palms and shook with sobs.

"Please... please stop..." she whimpered. "It hurts so bad."

Feyzi spat on his hand, wiped the fresh spittle on his cock tip, and then jabbed his hips forward once more. This time, the extra lubrication helped to bury his fox cock much deeper inside the horrified kobold. As she squealed, Feyzi moaned. A warm, tingling pleasure radiated up from his cock.

"Oh fuck, she's tight," Feyzi said as he began to steadily, ruthlessly thrust into Peony's body. She had a wonderfully intense pussy. With only the thin layer of spit for lubrication and the tightness of her small stature, fucking her stung his cock. Still, her walls wrung his cock like she was trying to choke the life out of it. Each thrust had the perfect amount of resistance for Feyzi to enjoy the intense pain flashing across Peony's face alongside the equal pleasure of soft kobold pussy around his invading cock.

He raised his voice again to preach to the tavern. "I'll promise you all--best copper you'll ever spend! Ey! Est, you're always such a good help around these parts. Want a free go at this bitch's snout? Shut her up a little bit? Anyone else, call dibs."

A chair creaked against the wood floor. The lumbering bearfolk stomped through the crowd until he loomed by Peony's face. Her head remained perched flat against her own chest. Her eyes, however, darted fearfully between the newcomer and the fox cock driving in and out of her body. Every thrust made her shudder and flinch.

At the same time, the deer who had donated her nipple ring called out, "A copper for her pussy!"

An elf swore, "Sea gods take you! I have her after, then."

The bar became pandemonium as Feyzi casually raped his prey. Warmth suffused his body at hearing his patrons argued over who would get to rape the kobold and when. A sense of power tingled in his veins. One of the wolves, then the otter longshoreman sneaked in a claim on her mouth as others worked out the line for her cunt. That started cascade of folks remembering that there was another, cheaper hole that wouldn't make them wait for ten others to have their turns.

Est was a bear of few words. Feyzi watched with glee as he gripped the kobold's horns, then yanked her head to the side to where her snout lay level with his trousers. A flash of terror crossed the girl's sniveling face. That terror then transformed into disgusted apprehension.

"Careful, don't snap her neck!" Feyzi said with a laugh.

"Not unless she fights," Est grunted, unbuttoning his pants with one hand while the other held her head in place. "Kobold stabbed my uncle. Took everything he had. Left him in a ditch." He paused. His eyes bored into the terrified lizard woman.

With her head parallel to the floor, only Peony's left eye could angle up and glance at Est. It quickly realigned with the bear crotch in front of her. A shiver coursed through her body. Feyzi felt it through his cock.

"I hope she fights," Est growled.

Est's cock was slightly shorter than Feyzi's. It lacked the ridges and grooves, the bulge of an unexpanded knot or tapered tip. Instead, the veiny, red shaft was a uniformly thick rod that ended in a bulging tip.

"I won't fight," Peony whimpered pathetically. Her eyes were locked onto the terrible cock that loomed in front of her. "I--I'm sorry. Please."

The bear ground his penis up against her nose. Precum didn't coat and glisten the whole length quite the way Feyzi's had, but a healthy dribble trailed down his tip.

"A shame," the bear said. He pried the girl's snout open, and then slid his cock inside. Without any ado, he began to hump into the wide-eyed kobold's mouth. "Close your lips and use tongue. You give a shit blowjob."

Feyzi liked Est, but he was already regretting letting the bear have the first go at Peony's snout. Sure, hatred burned in the Est's eyes when he saw a kobold. Sure, he had earned the privilege though his pseudo-bodyguard work while a tavern regular. But he never took his time to appreciate a good thing. He was powerful and utilitarian. He kept to few words and made true to his threats.

There was something to be said, though, about taking your time to slide your cock around the outside of the kobold's mouth. To make her breathe your musk, feel your meaty shaft, and know that she'll be choking on it soon.

The deer would have been like that. When Feyzi looked in his eyes, he saw the same drive he felt in himself. Power over others. Domination. Control.

The wet slaps of sex were barely loud enough to hear over the thrum of tavern conversation. Est's cock drove into Peony's mouth with firm, medium-length strokes. Feyzi's own shaft pounded against her scaly cunt lips like a rabbit's thumping foot. He raped her with short, brutal thrusts meant to both maximize his pleasure and earn extra winces and pained grunts.

The pleasure built towards a crescendo. Feyzi knew he was getting close. Intense arousal filled him with lustful need. A burst of tingling warmth ignited his nerves like static with each thrust. His senses were locked on the pink kobold, watching for every little twitch and shiver. He listened for her pained whines and moans and the gurgles as bear cock invaded the back of her throat.

"Here you are, Peony," Feyzi growled as he thrusted. "A gift for you. You're a fucking virgin kobold. A failure. How can you call yourself a woman? I'm going to make you a woman. A good kobold whore. Fucking and sucking cock for dinner."

The pleasure was too much. Feyzi didn't care if his cruelty horrified any of the patrons close to him. He didn't feel the need to beat around the bush or play to the audience. Everything was about raping this kobold and wringing every last bit of cruel power he had over her.

"I want you to think long and hard about how this feels. Because after Est cums in your cute mouth, I'm going to ask you to describe it to me. And if I don't like the answer, that's another nipple. Est, let her nod or shake her head."

Simple annoyance flashed across the bear's features as he stopped thrusting. "Quick," he grunted to the kobold.

Peony wasted no time in rocking her head in what was likely a nod that avoided her teeth scraping Est's cock.

The threat understood, Feyzi returned his focus to pounding Peony's slit.

Est took that as a cue, and he himself returned to messily fucking her snout. The way her jaw had to stretch around that thick rod of a cock looked painful. Drool hung in long lines from her lips and splattered to the wooden floor.

"Oh, fuck," Feyzi moaned. He gripped the girl's nipple ring and tugged. Blood dribbled out of the open wound, and Peony squealed wretchedly. That awful noise was music to Feyzi's ears. The kobold's whole body tensed, her cunt squeezing horribly tight around his cock. It felt amazing.

"I'm cumming!"

The kobold's eyes went wide. She could only tilt her head slightly to look at him while wrenched to the side and skewered on musky bear cock. Her eyes squeezed shut. Was she trying to shut out the sensations around her so she could focus on the feeling of the canine cock pulsing unprotected inside her vagina? That's what Feyzi wanted to believe. And it's what brought the first powerful spurt of his orgasm.

Ecstasy flooded through Feyzi's veins like a rampaging wildfire. He brutally twisted Peony's good tit to earn another muffled squeal and a tight contraction in her pussy. He continued to lightly toy with her nipple ring. Cum spurted out of his pulsing cock. Her vagina clenched with each shock of pain that the sadistic fox inflicted on her.

All that pain only provided even stronger bursts of pleasure as Feyzi humped with rough, short strokes. In moments, the pleasure would be so intense that fucking her would be painful. For now, he took advantage of her tightness.

A powerful, instinctual desire urged the fennec to knot his victim. He knew how good it'd feel. The extra coin charged at brothels for the time spent waiting for a knot to shrink was well worth that moment of intense pleasure. He loved the satisfaction of a woman unable to separate herself from his cock no matter how much she wanted to get away. Yet, there were so many patrons in line for Peony. He'd promised her cunt to them and didn't want to set a bad precedent for the wolves in line.

This was Feyzi's first real moment of restraint against sexually abusing the kobold, and it just felt awful. He made up for it with fear. Leaning over as his growing knot ground against her bruising labia, cum spurting into her small body, he whispered to her, "I'm going to knot you tonight, whore. After everyone in the tavern has had their turn with your body, I'm going to break your tight little cunt. I'm going to stuff my knot inside you and listen to your bones crack. I don't give a fuck if it ruins you."

Of course, Peony couldn't respond with words while her mouth was full of humping bear cock. She could only moan in horror and intense violation as she suffered through Feyzi's orgasm.

Waves of pleasure flowed through Feyzi. Even without knotting the girl, this was the most intense orgasm he'd had in a long time. Though physicality was important, the sight of the kobold's suffering did even more for him. He gazed at the tears streaming down her scaly cheeks and dripping onto the floor in a tiny puddle of drool, snot, and precum. He loved the sight of her little, pink-scaled pussy lips splayed wide against his knot.

He pumped his load into Peony's body. Hot cum sloshed around her vagina, trying and failing to flow out past Feyzi's cock. Over twice the size of what any kobold lover would have fucked her with, his shaft alone plugged her as well as any knot.

A squirm of intense discomfort rocked the kobold as Feyzi's orgasm faded. It made up for not knotting her. He loved her constant trembling and the little pained noises she made. The kobold's intense discomfort had caused such a stark, physical reaction. The sight filled Feyzi with glee and a glowing warmth for the remainder of his orgasm.

Feyzi relaxed. His hot, throbbing penis rested in Peony's bruised vagina. His own cum helped too late with her scant natural lubrication. Her walls clenched around him again and again. Was she trying to memorize the sensation of his cum inside her? Could she not help but squeeze her pussy as she focused on the sensations of his orgasming cock? Or was her body simply continuing its desperate, ineffectual attempts to remove her intruding rapist?

If that were the case, then her pussy finally got what it wanted. Slowly, the fox cock slid out of its tight, wet confines. Peony shuddered. Feyzi's wet shaft glistened with the fluids of sex dyed with crimson blood. As the tip slipped free, a dribble of reddish-white semen trickled out of her hole and down the pink scales of her rear. Cum puddled at the joint of her tail against her puckered ass. That elicited another shiver and groan from the kobold.

While Est's wet, militaristic thrusts into Peony's mouth grew uncharacteristically irregular, Feyzi focused on the fruits of his labor. He spread Peony's pussy. This time, although onlookers enjoyed the sight over the tavern keeper's shoulder, her splayed cunt was entirely for his benefit.

The dusty pink skin was now flushed red. Peony's pussy lips had puffed slightly from the brutal battering of Feyzi's hips. They were likely bruised already. Her inner labia looked worst, almost purplish along one tender fold of skin. The milky white cum starkly contrasted against the other colors.

Feyzi dipped a finger into her cunt and swirled his fluids around. Her spread pussy glistened with the polish of cum. Feyzi panted with satisfaction. He admired his handiwork once more before stepping back.

"Who's next?"

***

When a little kobold was terribly bad, her mother would tell a story to scare her into obedience.

After a naughty kobold dies, she is dragged deep into the earth. She passes layers of granite, then limestone, then slate. She is taken through canyon passages with incredible stalactite columns and then through the deepest, ice-cold tunnels where brave kobolds hunt for the rarest of minerals.

There, deeper than deep in the frigid bowels of the earth, a bad kobold makes penance. With no warmth to bring strength to her muscles, her arms ache as she heaves a pickaxe against brutally tough rhyolite stone. She must find gemstones. Yet the moment she clutches a hard-earned, sparkling treasure between exhausted fingers, the cruel, demonic taskmasters snatch it away and whip the bad kobold back to work. She may never admire the treasures she has coaxed from the earth.

Peony had heard this story many times growing up. It frightened her greatly. Yet, she would have preferred the mythological kobold abyss to the salty bitterness of bear cum spurting into her mouth, the spindly deer cock that jolted her with electric pain with each too-deep thrust into her vagina, and the awful burning ache of her freshly pierced nipple.

The little kobold gurgled disgustingly musky cum down with desperate gulps. The bitter taste clung to her tongue. Her bruised throat burned as battered muscles contracted to swallow. Her mouth hung open, her jaw aching too much to close.

The bear began shuffling his penis back into his trousers. It was so huge. The sick fox's cock had been awful. It had tasted worse. But the bear had stretched her jaw to the breaking point. Seeing the thick rod hanging half-limp in front of her snout, drips of cum dribbling from the flared tip, sent fresh chills down Peony's spine. How had that fit in her mouth?

Peony squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the bursts of pain as the deer thrust into her and the cold, sick sensation as he pulled out. She even tried to silo the burning pain as the deer wriggled her nipple piercing back and forth. She had a task to complete. Whatever terrible violation twisted her gut, whatever awful, whispered words set her skin crawling as if ants infested her scales, whatever pain flashed like the sudden blast of an opened furnace, Peony couldn't offer her rapists any excuse for extra cruelty.

The fennec fox barkeep had stared at her with his cruel, icy gaze and demanded that she describe what it felt like when he came inside her. The only question was, did he want the truth?

"It was warm and gross," Peony hoarsely whimpered. Just speaking hurt. It reminded her of when she had suffered from a near-deadly flu that left her with a horribly sore throat. "I could feel your penis moving weird. It kept thumping, and then it was hot and wet and stung so bad."

Tilting her head far enough to see the fennec, back behind his bar again, took a great deal of effort. Nothing was more attractive than the thought of laying limp and trying to blank out the horrors being inflicted on her body.

But the fox was shuffling his fingers in the bag of piercings, staring at her. She desperately looked into his terrible eyes. Did he need more from her? "It made me feel cold. Like I ate bad meat and got the chills. I can still feel it swishing inside when..."

The deer grinned. As he played with her painful piercing and thrust into her pussy, his other hand teased her good nipple. He didn't have claws, but the ends of his fingers pinched the tender areola, clearly teasing at how Feyzi had mutilated her.

Peony's throat constricted. She squeezed her eyes shut. A sob rose and interrupted her words. Still, she couldn't allow the agony to paralyze her. She had no choice but to ride it out and finish describing her torture right back to her rapist. "Swishing around when the deer humps me. He moves it around inside of me..."

The deer yanked her nipple ring. Intense, fiery pain flashed through Peony's breast and her words fell apart into a hoarse screaming sob. Her aching pussy involuntarily clenched around the deer's cock. It throbbed inside of her. She hated this so much. She wanted to throw up. It hurt so bad. How could anyone do this?

The worst man Peony had ever known still hadn't been as cruel as Feyzi. A kobold named Slate had ruthlessly bulled her throughout her childhood. He'd enjoyed riling up sycophantic, yet otherwise indifferent friends to partake in mocking her and ruining the most precious of her few possessions. Slate had taught her that fighting back only made the game more fun. Pretending not to care only made him ramp up his behavior to elicit the reaction he wanted. The best way to deal with him was to avoid him as much as possible.

But there wasn't any avoiding Feyzi. She'd known what kind of man he was the moment she saw his cruel grin when he'd ordered her to show off her tits. And by then, the door outside was too far away. The bear was in the way. If she ran, it would rapidly escalate her suffering.

Now, Peony wished she'd taken the chance. That choice was so far removed from what she faced now.

Her eyes hunted Feyzi's expression for some sign that she'd said enough. She squeezed them tightly shut as another tug on her nipple ring caused the inside of her eyelids to flash with piercing light and pain. Her ears rang. She couldn't even tell what kind of noise she was making. She just knew that she was trying to scream. Everything ached. Her nipple burned.

A rank wolf cock slapped her cheek, the next in line. Would she have to suffer a claw digging through her other nipple while giving her third ever blowjob? The deer was already rocking her nipple ring back and forth again. But it was background pain next to the terrible yanks. The pain never stopped. Was this just the beginning of her torture? How could she possibly hurt worse?

As Peony wrapped her lips around the wolf cock, gagging at the sweaty flavor, she doubted herself. It would be so much easier to give up, to lose herself in the pain and discomfort like this was a terrible nightmare. To endure it the way she endured the awful flu for three days alone in an abandoned building. She'd thought she would die there, hidden in a rotting cubby on a nest of tattered rags that reeked of her vomit.

Whatever the fennec fox planned to do to her, he'd do it whether Peony gave him the reactions he wanted or not. So why bother?

There was a chance he wouldn't. Maybe Peony had already saved herself from worse fates by not disassociating from her degradation and suffering. Would he have smashed a horn off to make her scream loud enough for him to cum?

"Isn't that just magical?" the fennec's terrible, nasally voice proclaimed above the tavern's buzz. "Maybe I should raise kobolds for a living. Less than an hour, and I've already taught this one to sing!"

Peony cried around wolf cock. She wanted to wrench her legs up and squeeze them so tight that nothing could get past. Although she tried to drown out the conversations around her, she couldn't help but hear the lewd, awful ways strangers spoke about her rape, about her naked body.

The deer pushed her nipple ring down into her breast, a different kind of sharp, cutting pain. She screamed for him. He clearly wanted to hear it. And Peony couldn't have held the noises back even if she wanted to.

But her other nipple was safe.

The deer was even crueler than Feyzi. While the fennec had tugged on her nipple ring a few times as he raped her, the deer never stopped. He had donated it, after all. At each harsh tug, the skin of her nipple stretched the unimpressive tit out in a tremendously painful cone. It hurt worse than anything Peony had ever experienced, burning like a hot coal to her tit. It felt as if every second tore her skin more and more to the point where her nipple might just split in half.

When the deer came inside her, Peony was relieved.

The wolf finished soon after. Salty cum spilled in Peony's mouth. He pulled out halfway through finishing. She had to shut her eyes as spurts of semen splattered over her snout and forehead.

A drip of his cum rolled down her nostril. She hated the smell and tried to blow it away. If she used her hands to wipe it off, her abusers would learn another way to torment her.

The temporary lack of a rapist between her legs only provided a slight relief. Phantom pangs of violation, of an unwanted cock stretching her painfully wide, still elicited sickly chills through her body.

An elf lined up between her legs as an otter unbuckled his pants in front of her face. While the elf's cock wasn't anything particularly different, the otter reeked. The size of his cock was far more manageable for Peony than Est or either canine. However, the musk reeked like a plate of trout left in the sun.

Even a few men from the table to Peony's left commented on his smell. The otter longshoreman made a rude gesture and told them exactly what they could do if they wanted to clean his cock themselves.

But no, that was Peony's job. She gagged and sobbed, tongue dragging over the mustelid's rank, fishy flavor. How was the fluid on his cock so thick? She wanted to throw up so bad.

While she was forced to clean the otter's disgusting penis, the elf raped her with an almost genteel normalcy. He didn't hump as brutally fast and rough as Feyzi. Nor did his cock jab painfully at her innermost depths like the deer. He didn't even touch her nipple ring, which was a welcome relief to the kobold. His rape was a simple, straightforward violation of her vagina for his exclusive pleasure.

What made sex with him so unbearable was how he preached to her, cock humping in and out of her bruised pussy, about every reason that her people were inferior and deserved this treatment.

He spoke for minutes. Though Peony tried to squeeze her hips to make him cum faster, he just kept going. He told her about the evils of kobolds, about the crimes her people had done. He told her that her race was a scourge, and that this was the only way she could even come close to contributing as a member of society.

He talked about kobold ecology and biology. A horrible chill traveled down Peony's spine as the elf spoke of dissecting a kobold specimen while his cock throbbed deep within her most private place. He had inspected its brain and determined with his colleagues that the creature must be incapable of rational thought.

The elf spoke of what should be done with kobolds; the arguments between extermination, forced subservience, and attempted taming like the common dog. The horror of it all drew fresh sobs from Peony.

"As for me," the elf stated, "I believe that collaring kobolds and forcing subservience is the answer. It would be a shame for a sex object this pleasurable to be denied to future generations."

"Fucking hell, Aehonis," the otter grunted. "Shut the fuck up. Yer inane yabbering makes it so damn hard to cum."

Somehow, she kept the meager contents of her stomach down. Her stomach was more cum than food by this point. She suckled the otter's disgusting penis to the best of her poor ability, then squeezed her eyes shut as he too pulled out of her snout after a load of fishy cum on her tongue. The otter seemed to prefer painting her abused tits instead of her face. That was a slim consolation.

The elf finally came, and a wave of relief washed over Peony. His words had been worse than Feyzi's. So clinical and cruel. So horribly demeaning.

Man after man lined up to use her body. Cum splattered her chest and face, sticking to her scales. Light pink was distorted with an ugly off-white hue. Some who didn't feel like paying extra coin or waiting in line stood by her sides and forced her to stroke their cocks until they came and splattered her with more semen. She couldn't smell or taste anything but the salty, musky odor of overpowering male sex.

Feyzi fucked her mouth again, this time cumming in her throat. He yanked her mouth so painfully wide that she worried he was going to snap her jaw clean out of its socket. Est had seconds with her pussy, and the cruel deer did as well.

A haze of cum and musk and violation fell over Peony's mind. She struggled to stay conscious. She knew there was a reason she didn't want to disassociate. She knew she couldn't let something happen.

And she screamed, brought back to the present by a piercing hot pain jabbing through her right tit, her good one. It was so wet and disgusting, but every part of Peony felt wet and disgusting. It took her a moment to realize that no cock was in her mouth, so she could tilt her head and see Fezi's lips on her tit.

Gods, she hated how big her areola were. She hated how everyone stared and laughed at her, calling her a freak. Tears streamed fresh down her cheeks as she struggled between the gut-wrenching insecurity and the pain of her nipple. What was even happening?

The fox noticed her staring. A shiver moved down Peony's spine. His lips parted, and she saw her bloody nipple pierced sideways by the male's fangs. Her blood stained his teeth. She screamed again, but her voice was so hoarse, and her ears buzzed so bad she couldn't even hear herself.

The next flash of lucidity came seconds later. Minutes later? Her right tit throbbed, and then seemingly burst into fire again. Something roughly rammed against the sensitive wound and sank into it.

Her hazy vision focused on a little steel rod protruding from her right tit. Fennec fox paws fitted a little bulb onto the other end, twisting it into place. His hips were rocked against her own. She shuddered, feeling the fox penis throb inside her cum-drenched vagina. He was fucking her while he pierced her nipple.

Peony nearly threw up. She didn't know how she held herself back. Her stomach churned, the disgusting reek of cum and musk rushing her senses full force, as if she were experiencing them all fresh.

The familiar fox cock twitched inside her pussy again, and her abused insides stung as fresh cum pumped into her again. How many men had cum inside her pussy? Her mouth? Even her ass ached now. When had that happened?

A dwarf took her mouth after Feyzi left, just as another man took his place between her legs. The dwarf thrust gently. It was a slight reprieve from the brutal throat-fuckings that left her neck constantly burning. His cock was modest, thick, and adorned with foreskin, unlike the beastfolk of the bar. For the docks, he had surprisingly good hygiene. All that meant was that Peony couldn't smell an extra layer of reek past the omnipresent musk and sex.

The dwarf leaned in to whisper to her. So many of them liked to whisper. They asked her how she liked their cum, the feeling of their cock inside her. They told her how worthless and pathetic she was. They complimented how she was learning to be a good little kobold.

The dwarf said something very different.

"Be ready when the stoat there finishes fuckin' you," the dwarf grunted. Oh. The male between her legs was a stoat. Peony hadn't even noticed. "I'm gonna get'cha outta here. I bet it's hard. You gotta make sure yer legs work. Scramble back when I knock over the stool."

Peony realized that despite herself, she'd been fading away again, even with the aching lingering pain in her left tit and the fresh, sharp pain in her right. The words snapped her back to reality once more.

Perhaps a minute passed of the dwarf's gentle facefucking and the stoat's careless, rapid-paced hammering into Peony's puffy, well-abused pussy. It felt like only seconds. Time blurred. Her thoughts were slippery and hard to grip.

Cum pulsed in Peony's pussy, and the dwarf's salty cum filled in her mouth. She was alone then for a precious few seconds as she waited for her faint hope of rescue. Or was it a lie? Was the dwarf's particular perversion offering her false hope, just like it was Feyzi's to make her hate herself? He just wanted to tug her back to reality with the hope that she would soon flee from the worst night of her life. Soon, a fresh cock would ram painfully into her cunt. The fresh flavors of musk and cock would fill her mouth.

Peony sobbed. She couldn't even tell when she was crying anymore. It felt like she'd been crying for hours.

The barstool toppled over, and Peony went sprawling. She squirmed away. Her cheek scales slid along the wood with the help of a thick layer of semen. A lump stuck in her throat when she saw the amount of cum that had spilled out of her onto the tavern floor.

A cloak wrapped around Peony. It clung to the fluids that soaked her scales. A sudden, brilliant flash of light outside illuminated even the inside of the fabric.

Cries of "What the fuck!" escaped the explosion of noise and the confused cries of rapists waiting for their next turn at the tavern's newest attraction.

"The fuck did that devil lizard do?" roared Est. "I can't fuckin' see!"

"It was Antoni! That fucking backstabbing dwarf!" shouted Feyzi. "Lizard-lover! I saw'm come back in! Someone block the exit!"

Bodies crashed against each other. Furniture clattered. The air knocked out of Peony as something slammed into her and...Antoni? Or whoever scooped her up. Something metal hit someone else's flesh with a sickening crunch. There was a pained groan. Then, they moved again.

The chilling night air brought with it a crushing weight of relief. The tension that strung her muscles tight relaxed. She didn't quite understand what had happened. But she was free from that small slice of the Abyss that had sucked her in for hours on end.

She felt so numb. Her tits ached distantly. Phantom cock moved inside her. Her body shook with chills as if she were feverish.

Everything rattled to the beat of feet striking cobblestones. The sounds of the tavern faded behind them into the quiet of night.

"Yer gonna be safe," a voice grunted above. It was the dwarf. In a moment of horror and disgust, she realized that the most she remembered about him was his clean crotch-scent and the earthy taste of his cock and cum.

"You rescued me?" she moaned through her scratchy, painful throat.

"... Best not try and talk," the dwarf said after a moment of silence. "Bastards did a number on you."

***

Peony woke up without realizing she had fallen asleep. It was still dark, though the heat of a dwindling fire warmed her scales. Everything hurt, her breasts throbbing worst of all. The scent of cum still overpowered her nostrils. Her eyes watered. She wanted to curl into a ball and cry, but she couldn't yet. Not until she knew what had happened. Not until she knew she was safe.

She painfully propped herself up, Somehow, uncurling her fingers to set her palm on the cool grass was the worst part. Her aching fingers wanted to stay curled like a cock still throbbed between them.

A coarse, heavy cloak slid down over her shoulders. The night air chilled her newly-exposed scales. She felt damp, but not with cum anymore. She still reeked of men and sex.

"Glad to see you awake," said the dwarf. He sat a little over a yard away, absentmindedly poking coals with a charred stick. His other hand stroked his beard. Fingers moved expertly through a series of ties and beads and rings that ornamented the bushy facial hair. "Want some water? Should be good for yer throat."

He winced. Peony was unsure why. Did he hurt himself in the brawl? As he fetched the flask from his hip and tossed it expertly next to her, he elucidated the reason.

"I... look girl. Est's a scary fuckin' beast of a man. And much as some think it, he's no fool. Plus, I didn't bring my shit last night. If'n I tried somethin' before it all started, well, I don't know if I could've taken'm. Had to get close to you, get everyone else away, then take care of that nasty bear. So, I--" He hesitated.

Peony's gut twisted. She saw that bear near the door staring at her with hatred. She heard him tell her he hoped she fought. She remembered his hard, regular thrusts into her mouth.

"You raped me," Peony croaked harshly. Talking hurt. She didn't feel the venom that came with her words. Everything was just so fresh, so much. She took the flask of water and propped it up in the crook of her knee so she could unscrew it without moving the hand propping her up. Twisting her waist caused a sharp pain in her breasts. "You saved me, though."

The dwarf's face contorted through a mix of shame and strange relief. He nodded. "Aye, girl. Couldn't think of another way to get close without someone else havin' their hands on you to yank you away. They could've dragged you in the back while I went toe to toe with the bear. Don't even know if I'd've come out on top."

Peony nodded. She was free now. Her nightmare was over. Still, the dwarf's apologies fell flat. She listened with a clenched gut and a slight urge to vomit. Of course, he'd had to get close to her. Of course, using her himself was the easiest way. But... couldn't he talk about anything else? Anything that wouldn't make her remember the feeling of her body being used as living toy, the cocks moving inside her, the scents and smells, the awful tortures she'd been put through?

Peony's breasts flashed with pain again. She raised a trembling hand to her bare chest. No metal pierced her nipples anymore, but they were fiercely tender to the touch. She dropped her hand. She didn't want to look. For a moment, she considered asking Antoni if he'd removed the piercings. No, of course he had. More urgently, she wanted to think about literally anything else.

"Your name?" she croaked.

The dwarf lowered his eyes. "Antoni." He hesitated again. "Look, what happened to you... I don't wish it on any creature. Woman, beastfolk, goblins, kobolds, animals even. Couldn't just sit by. It ain't right. I--"

"Please," Peony begged, tears in her eyes.

Shaking hands brought the flask to her snout. Sweet, clean water washed away only some of the taste of cum that lingered on her tongue. Swallowing hurt, but the water felt good once it was down. She took two gulps, but the pain in her throat was too much to keep drinking, so she screwed the flask's cap back on and tucked it into the cook of her leg again.

"Sorry. Shit. That's uh..." Antoni clearly didn't know what to do around Peony, how to comfort her. He kept his distance, which Peony appreciated. However, he kept trying to apologize or tell her about how even kobolds shouldn't be raped.

Still. He had saved her. He looked at her with compassion.

"...Stories?" Peony hoarsely suggested. Surely this dwarf had stories. He looked like an adventurer. She pulled the cloak back up and tightly around her shoulders.

"Aye. I can do that," Antoni said. "And I'll cook up a pot of porridge. Waited 'till you were up, I did. Also, well."

The dwarf hesitated again. He was awfully anxious for such an imposingly stout, burly figure. "Shit, maybe this is rockheaded of me. When yer feeling a bit better... Well, sorry. I ain't much of a cook, but I'll roast you the best cut of steak I can buy."