A Pleasant Alternative Part 2
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
I write stories on my Patreon and post them after a time here for all to enjoy. Today, I'm posting the first chapter of the story "A Pleasant Alternative."
Kret is a kobold who has had many difficult experiences, but she didn't realize that all she needed was a strong and powerful master to direct her destructive sorcerer powers, and her sex. So, when she comes under the ownership of Vijaya, her life changes, for the better!
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Kret smiles and grabs the bell, shaking it gently to let the ringing just barely make its way out of the room over the sound of the burning corpse before them.
Soon, the door bursts open, and her favorite prize emerges. With his own neck collared and stripped down to just a loincloth, that bard who had wronged her what seemed a lifetime ago is now slowly paying off his debts, both financial and vengeful.
Vijaya sits back, buttoning up his pants. “Go ahead, Kret. Enjoy."
She happily pushes herself up onto her master's table, sitting on the edge and kicking her feet in anticipation. The bard bows his head and walks on over, reaching down underneath the desk to produce the small kit that he used for such ministrations. Inside the box is a jar of wax, a rough stone, a file, and some cloths. He gets to work rubbing the cloths down in the wax and applying some on the stone. He then grabs the wax, sits on his knees before her, and lifts up her foot. Tenderly, he goes at sharpening each and every one of her claws, filing them to a point that could rival Vijaya in deadliness. Once that is done, he brings his mouth to the sole and presses his lips to it, making sure Kret can hear the sound as well as feel it.
She sighs, curling her toes, but gets ready for the next part, the part she loves the most.
Taking the stone, the bard presses it up against her leg, scrubbing it against her scales. Dead scales fleck off of her. It's not as wonderful as when an acid slime does it, but the submission behind the act is enough to make up for the lack of a through job.
He follows the stone up with the cloth, the wax providing a wonderful shine on her body, with the benefit of making her smell like fresh honey. He buffs over the new scales, making them shine greater than a dragon's horde from the tips of her toes to the top of her crown. As much as she's a slave, as long as he's here, she will also be Vijaya's greatest jewel.
“Thank you," she breathes out as the bard stands up, working his file along her horn to maintain its impressive point. “Thank you, master…" she repeats “for a happy, life."
“I wouldn't have this any other way, my pet," Vijaya says. Snapping his fingers, he points downward. “Now, then, slave. Are you going to finish your duty today?
The bard nods and falls to his knees yet again. Running his hands along her shined-up legs, he spreads them apart and leans in, his mustache tickling at her newly sensitive scales.
She gasps and bites her mouth, waiting for what's coming next. “Mmm yeah, the best use of a bard's tongue…" she muses.
He rolls it out, pressing the muscle against her slit. No more bold lies and no more honeyed words are going to come from him as long as he's silenced by her master. She wraps her tail around his neck, adding extra incentive to his actions as she coils it around his collar.
He can't even grunt, but she knows he likes it as he licks her, his tongue delving deep inside her body. She lets out a broken gasp before she moves her hands up along her body, reaching up beyond her head towards Vijaya. The male kobold leans forward and presses his snout against her own, rubbing gently. “How do you find your service today, my pet?"
“W… wonderful, master," she says, clenching her eyes shut and then says “M… more?"
He snaps his fingers and the bard stands up, his length poking from his loin cloth.
“You heard the lady," Vijaya says. “Please her."
He reaches down and undoes the cloth, letting his shaft spring free. With no more pomp, he grabs her by the ankles and lifts them up in a violent thrust, sending his cock deep into her with the first strike.
Kret's eyes roll back as she smiles a toothy smile, feeling her body stretch around his shaft and slide against the table in her newly waxed up form. Her cries fill the hall, cries of such joy and such excitement. Her dream life fulfilled, and its all because she finally submitted to a wonderful master and let go of her stupid, stupid vendetta.
As the bard's cock shows up on her tummy with each thrust, she holds onto the edge of the desk, her cries getting louder and louder until she finally lets out her orgasmic cry of climax, falling back, farther and farther and father, until she lands, face-first in a pile of moldy leaves.
Kret spits them out and scrambles to sit up, her eyes darting back and forth around the tree hollow she's using as a shelter. Dirty and wet, the rain hadn't stopped, and the carcass of the monster she killed stinks of rot, but the worst of it is the damp feeling between her legs. She snarls and pulls herself free, leaning back against the tree and sighing as she reaches down over her body, feeling the grimy, sooty scaled mess that is her form. With a huff, she inserts her fingers into her slit, her other hand running up and down her neck as she groans. “Damn stupid fucking dreams," she mumbles to herself. “Can't go to sleep without turning into some stupid fucking slut each night… and to get off to such a farce. As if life would be any better if I bowed my head and sucked on that fucker's cock."
Her nose tingles and she presses her free hand against it, remembering, for a moment, that delicate snoot rub her dream Vijaya had given her. And she hisses.