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At the outset of this story, the reader must know one thing: kobolds are infamously troublesome creatures. Go to any tavern; yes, really, set foot outside; and you'll be berated with tales of their escapades. "He laid in the middle of the road," one man says, "pretending to be hurt. And the rest picked apart my caravan behind my back! Left me_penniless_!" And he takes a sip of his ale.

Another replies, "You think that's bad? A kobold stole something even _more_dear to me!"

"Yeah? What's that?"

"My wife!" And the tavern goes wild. Such is the way of things.

However, the reader must know another thing: it's actually not so far-fetched that a woman would bed a kobold. They are... well-endowed, you might say. And vicious. Not that I would know.

And alas, the heroine of this story has found herself in exactly that position.

Aster's eyes were met with the dim glow of gas lamps. Tiny claws scuttered about as she awoke, scampering along the stone floor. To and fro, the resident kobolds carried stolen supplies; a crate of cabbages here, a pilfered halberd there. Clumsily, of course. These lizards are quite small.

A parched cough flew from Aster's lips. She sputtered, propped herself up on her elbows, and then coughed some more. A fire blazed to her right, warming her fur and coating the cave walls in a warm orange hue. Outside the stone recess's mouth shone hundreds of stars, all clustered around a crescent moon.

"She's awake!" a shrill voice cried, reverberating off the stone walls. "She's awake! She's awake!"

And instantly, a clatter rang throughout. Tens of kobolds dropped their cargo - be it food, weapons, or armor - and surrounded the prone feline. Excited chittering, clamoring, squeaking, as the little lizards peered onto Aster's body; Aster's nude body.

In truth, Aster hadn't noticed that she was naked until now. She hastily attempted to cover her plump breasts, curling her tail between her plush, thick thighs. But alas, the effort was futile. Her captors had already been ogling her body for hours before she awoke.

"Damn it!" Aster spat, her hackles raised. "Damn it! You damn kobolds! You abducted me?"

Her exclamation was met by mutters, the shuffling of feet. Aster received no further response; the monsters seemed to be waiting for something.

"Well?" Aster asked, her tail whipping. "Is anyone going to explain this?"

And, as if on cue, two clawed hands parted the thick kobold crowd, and emerged by the firelight. A rather unremarkable kobold thus stood before Aster, donning a dark cloak, holding a gnarled wooden staff.

"Apologies for the rude welcome," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "My kind are scatterbrained with matters of hospitality."

Aster shot back, "I'll say. You looted my entire caravan! And you looted me, too, now that I think about it."

The kobold hummed. "Well, yes. But I believe you'll be more than happy with your new accommodations." She then gave a quick curtsy and added, "My name is Melody. It is a pleasure to be your new mistress."

Aster blinked in disbelief. "New mistress?" she echoed. "What do you mean, mistress?"

Melody rolled her eyes. She said, "You're our new brood mother, silly cat. Why else do you think you're naked?"

Aster recoiled. "That's ridiculous! I'm a cat! I could never bear a kobold's young!" she cried.

"Honey, we're in a furry porno. Anything is possible," Melody replied.

Aster puffed out her cheeks, crossed her arms. She pouted, "Well, what if I don't want to be a brood mother?"

"Oh, sweetie..." Melody gave a devilish smile. "You don't have a choice." A soft clap, and then: "Now... who wants her mouth?"

The kitty shivered. Her head swiveled, stared at the surrounding crowd. Tens of monsters surrounded her. Their lustful eyes bored holes in her fur.

Fuck. There was no escape.

And without further delay, Melody dropped her cloak onto the dusty ground, revealing her nude body underneath. A pair of plump, perky tits adorned her chest; and between her legs hung a spiked red draconic cock, nestled between her muscular thighs. She was short, yet covered in strong, muscular sinews; it quickly became apparent why she was in charge.

Melody then licked her lips, gazing hungrily at Aster's little pussy. Her cock throbbed, her breathing quickened, as she hunched herself over Aster's vulnerable body.

Unexpected feelings sped through Aster's addled mind - fear, panic, anger... but most notably, desire. In truth, Aster had yearned to be bred for months now. That warm, bestial desire. Like an extended bout of heat, she found her loins enflamed, yearning for Melody's lust.

Melody then slowly slid her cock along Aster's flesh, savoring her warmth. Melody's arms pinned the defenseless kitty on either side, stifling Aster's movement, preventing any resistance. Whoops and cheers rang out from all sides, relishing in anticipation.

"Your eyes are beautiful," Melody hissed, and caressed Aster's face with her sharp claws. The feline quivered, the sting of Melody's claws sending lightning down her spine. "I've always had a thing for brown eyes. And your coat... it's beautiful. Soft as silk. I'm almost jealous."

"Th-thank you," Aster choked. "Your... um... scales are pretty, too."

Melody flashed a smug grin and replied, "I know. And our litter will look the same."

Raucous laughter then erupted from the crowd as Asher blushed. The thought of bearing Melody's litter made her squirm. Her regal horns, her deep voice, her rich violet scales... well, her children would have them, too.

Melody's red cock throbbed, tracing along the edge of Aster's clit. The feeling made Aster's back arch, her paws grasping desperately at Melody's back. She felt herself melting into a sort of hypnotic submission; as if her deepest desires had crawled from the deepest crevices of her mind, yearning to be seen.

"P-please..." Aster begged, bucking her hips against Melody's groin. "I want you inside me. Please."

Melody raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" she mocked. "What happened to our big, independent kitty? I thought you didn't want to be the warren's brood mother."

Aster looked askance. She said, "Well... I've kinda been wanting to be um... knocked up... for a few months now, haha..."

"I can tell," Melody replied. She spread Aster's pussy wide with her claws, ogling at its pink insides. "You're in heat... but luckily, I can remedy that."

Melody then manipulated herself, laying her cock on Aster's entrance, rubbing it along her slit. Aster gasped, her back arched, as Melody then pushed herself inward, spreading the kitty wide.

A smug grin stretched across Melody's face, her thick scaly tail wagging happily, as she entered Aster for the first time. "Damn..." she growled. "You're tight, kitty. And so warm, too. You'll make a perfect cocksleeve."

Alas, Aster had trouble parsing the meaning of Melody's words. Her head spun, her loins burned hot, begging her to breed. A mindless groan escaped her soft lips, her pelvis bucking forward, begging for Melody's cock. Whoops erupted from the crowd.

"I-I need you," Aster whined. "I need you to breed me. Please."

Melody chuckled. She said, "Oh, honey. Don't worry! By the time we're done, you'll have been bred forty times over."

The kobold queen's hips then began to gyrate, her spiked cock steadily massaged by Aster's slick insides. Aster could feel those pliable draconic spines digging into her walls with every rhythmic thrust, expanding to fit snugly inside her.

"How's that feel?" Melody asked. "Is that good, baby?"

Aster nodded, her lips pursed. It took all her strength to stifle moans; gods, she could feel her embarrassment weighing on her chest. Kobolds on all sides toasted cups of ale, chattered, gazed at her body with hungry eyes. Breeding Aster was a damn celebration; and she was the star.

Melody motioned to another kobold in the audience, brought them forward. "Thorne," she said. "You get her mouth first."

To Aster's left, a hefty kobold gave an enthusiastic fist pump. A few friends patted him on the back, and he skipped off behind Aster's head, looming ominously over her as he savored the view.

"She's so chubby," Thorne said, gazing at Aster's tummy with a satisfied grin. "You think she's strong enough to take all of us?"

Melody grunted, now fully inside Aster's pussy. "I wouldn't have made her our brood mother if she couldn't," she said. "Go ahead."

Thorne then hummed happily, stroking along his length as he prepared it for insertion. It was huge - bigger than anything Aster had taken before - and hung over her gaping mouth like a colossus. Its spined glans throbbed in anticipation as it lowered over her face, laying flat against Aster's snout.

"Huff it," the kobold commanded. "Tell me how good it is. Beg for it."

Aster did as commanded, but she now found it increasingly difficult to follow her captors' directions. The constant pounding of her lower half submerged her in a state of bliss, her words emerging as half-slurred fragments.

"G-good..." Aster moaned, and huffed once more. That distinct, earthy smell of kobold musk invaded her nostrils and made her entire body quiver. Sweat combined with the faint scent of herbal cologne - patchouli, lavender. It was intoxicating. Aster couldn't help but open her mouth, licking along the acrid length of Thorne's cock, savoring that sour moisture of his flesh.

Thorne threw his head back, allowing a roar to ring throughout the cave. Like a rallying cry, yips and squeaks flew from the crowd, each eagerly awaiting their turn.

And then, as if unable to wait any longer, Thorne plunged himself beyond Aster's lips. The sudden warmth of the kitty's mouth made him quiver, a small bead of precum leaking from his dick onto the prone feline's tongue.

"Damn. So warm," Thorne growled, biting his lip. Sharp fangs poked from behind his grin. "I'm gonna have fun with this."

Aster then tilted her head backward, allowing the kobold ample access to her throat. And naturally, Thorne took full advantage; he planted his large, calloused claws on Aster's breasts and hungrily pumped himself along the feline's tight throat. A visible bulge appeared on her neck as Thorne forced himself deep, deeper inside. Warm precum dribbled into Aster's tummy, filling her with the kobold's lust.

Aster's mind blurred; her vision, her hearing disintegrated into an indistinguishable mess, spurred by her oxygen-deficient lungs. She was subsumed by her longest-held desires - to breed, to be filled with the cum of a lover. No, many lovers. She needed to be a cocksleeve, to be used, to feel the warmth of a monster's seed leaking into her needy womb.

The feline attempted to whine, to moan, but couldn't.The urge to gag was far overpowered by her need for cum.

Melody's eyes squinted shut, her legs tensed. "So fucking hot," she teased. "I feel you quivering around me, kitty. What, are you gonna cum already?"

And indeed she was. Aster could feel her abdomen quivering involuntarily, grinding against Melody's breeding rod, yearning for her mistress to go deeper. Melody's draconic spines gently caressed Aster's reddened clit with every thrust; Aster then instinctually closed her legs around Melody's back, pulling her in close, preventing her from pulling out.

"Aw. You want me to cum inside?" Melody teased, nearly out of breath. Her arms and legs ached, her breathing was staggered, yet she couldn't stop - Aster felt too good. "I'll do it, then. Just for you, hun."

Melody's movements then became erratic, feverish, as lust built between her legs. That pathetic look in Aster's eyes - absolutely _begging_for her cum - turned her on beyond belief. A yelp escaped her, her breath stuck, as her limbs began to stiffen.

"F-fuck! Good girl!!"

And finally, that well-anticipated warmth pervaded Aster's pussy, filling her up, spilling from her entrance. Melody's well-endowed cock quivered against Aster's insides, bulging from her tummy as load after load of hot, sticky cum erupted inside of her.

That feeling sent Aster over the edge; involuntarily, she convulsed, her abdomen tensing up, her legs locking in-place behind Melody's back. Aster hugged her mistress flush against her groin, holding Melody inside herself, as an orgasm wracked her again, again, again. That overwhelming, exhausting euphoria spread from her stomach through her arms, her legs, turning her face an adorable shade of red.

In that moment, Aster's mind fled - she became nothing more than a cocksleeve, a vessel for pleasure. Thorne tensed up against her throat, his muscular thighs hugging her face on either side, as he spewed warm lust down her throat - and yet, Aster barely noticed. A tool needn't remember every master, after all; it must simply fulfill its purpose.

"Fuck," Melody breathed, a smug smile rising to her lips amidst the excited din. Every kobold clamored for their turn - shaking Melody's shoulder, drunkenly begging to have a round, to cum inside.

Melody ignored them. She instead shot a glance at Aster's blissed-out face, savoring her blank expression. A fresh stream of cum dripped from Aster's lips as Thorne removed himself from her throat.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Melody asked. "Do you need a break?"

Aster swallowed, flashed an absent smile. Her tail wagged happily, the taste of seed pervading her mouth.

"No," she replied. "Just tell me who's next."