Length: 1400 words
Vore type: F/M, oral vore
Fandom: None (Kahudra)
Other info: unwilling prey, kobold/rabbit, feral prey, digestion
Summary: A garden during harvest season is a great place to find a meal! A rabbit knows this, and unfortunately, doesn't consider that may be more universal than he'd like.
On the outskirts of Dilmar City, a garden's plants grew heavy with vegetables. The garden was, of course, guarded by a fence. Easily ten feet high, a wooden frame bounded a shimmering, magical barrier, designed to completely but harmlessly repel any fox, deer, and possibly even a bear.
But not, William thought as his paws pushed through the layer of grass from below, a bunny. A little more digging, and the exit - now entrance - to his hole was wide enough to fit whatever he could drag back with him, as well as his soon-to-be-bulkier body. Extrication, however, could wait: he had a feast fit for a whole warren for him to peruse and enjoy. William shook off some dirt and began to hop through the rows of plants.
Cabbage, onions, some spinach, pumpkins… William slowed his pace at the line of carrot leaves poking out of the ground. Just before he could start digging, however, his ears perked up at a sound: the voice of a yellow and orange kobold using a magic staff like a walking stick, grumbling to herself.
"Stupid superstitious humans. 'Magic corrupts the crops' my scaly tail." She bent down, hefted a pumpkin thice William's size, and placed it on a nearby cart before biting down on the stem to sever it and spitting out the part stuck in her mouth. "Bleh. Tastes like food's food. I don't know what that elf sees in this job besides a worse paycheck than-"
William froze when one bright yellow eye focused on him. Slowly, smoothly, the lizard turned to face the bunny. He tensed, preparing to run straight back to his hole; fangs that pointy and sharp, and mention of "food's food" set his fur on end. But maybe she hadn't actually seen him, or maybe she'd-
The kobold took a deep breath, glanced left and right, then laid down on the cart, letting one arm and the lower half of her legs and tail hang down. "Ah, hell, every carrot you eat is one I don't have to pull up." She laughed, and adjusted her head to avoid laying on her horns. "But lucky you that this is some human's field and not my dragon's."
After waiting several seconds for her to move again, and her failing to do so (save for a lazy twitch of her tail), William took a cautious hop up to the carrot. Then sunk his claws into the dirt. Then did so again, digging faster as the kobold continued to do absolutely nothing about it. Before long, the carrot was out of the ground and, nibble by nibble, vanishing into him. Not even the leaves were spared.
Emboldened by this odd lack of action, the bunny moved to the next carrot. It came up faster, partly from his confidence, but also because it was truly scrawny. Still, food is food, and its size meant it simply disappeared faster. After wiping some dirt from his mouth with a paw, he saw a set of leaves he was certain belonged to a truly delicious specimen, a little closer to the cart. The kobold was completely still, and possibly asleep. So, William took one hop, then another, and started to dig.
Suddenly, a sharp pain jolted through his ears! A strong pressure held them together, then lifted him up by them, until he stared the kobold, now smiling, right in the eyes. William struggled, wiggled, and kicked at the air, but her grip around his ears was far too firm to drop free. A thoughtful look replaced her cold smile, and for a moment, the bunny dared to hope she'd changed her mind.
"Let's see…" she muttered, drawing her staff closer to William with her other hand, "probably don't need much mana into this one. I do want it to end quickly, after all."
The staff tapped William's head, and he heard a firm command: "Sleep." He shook his head, trying to both ignore and use the pain to fight it. Seconds passed, but he remained awake - though his normally strong legs felt like heavy weights dangling from him; he tried to kick again, but felt them barely twitch. To his horror, the kobold noticed this, and bared her fangs in a wicked grin. "Perfect," she purred.
Without getting up from her resting position, she simply lifted him over her head and opened her jaws wide; William could only stare down at the perilous, pink expanse, framed by deadly-sharp fangs and framing an even deadlier dark throat entrance. Her breath was warm and soft against his fur as she lowered him, and once again William had to fight to stay awake. One blink later, and her breath surrounded him, full of unfamiliar but instinctively dangerous scents, yet the gentle, warm pressure of her throat around his hind legs made a powerful argument in favor of giving in to slumber.
The pressure around his ears vanished as the new, lighter one crept up his midsection, threatening his forelegs as well. His ears, sore from the kobold's grip, folded back against his head and back, and then, with a loud clack, she snapped her jaws shut, surrounding him in darkness. An even louder GULP sent a shot of energy coursing through his body, and he kicked as hard as he could against the walls of her throat… which, in his sleepy state, wasn't very hard at all. Her gullet's embrace climbed to his neck, and then wrapped around his head.
The predatory lizard swallowed once more, and irresistible muscles shoved William deeper into her body; his hindpaws slid into a more open yet definitely more deadly chamber, followed soon by his hips, his belly, and the rest of him. His fur was matted down with drool and other juices. Completely cleaned of dirt, he had no doubt, but the thought that the kobold's stomach would soon clean him off of his bones…
Sheer terror, or perhaps her spell wearing off, threw some fight back into him. With newfound strength, he thumped his hindpaws down as hard as he could, as though trying to jump in his confined space. Though muffled by the flesh around him, he heard a surprised "woah!" from his captor, and then William's surrounding's rotated as the kobold sat up. This did little to dissuade the bunny, who simply kept kicking her stomach walls. She growled, and a new pressure from outside pushed against him, as though she could simply force him to be still and accept his fate. William, of course, did his best to not do that, and kept at his assault.
The kobold's stomach rumbled, and what little space he had to ready his kicks was taken from him in a large belch - at least, from the small bunny's perspective. William tried to kick more, but with her stomach pressing in on him even closer than before, he couldn't manage much power behind them. Not that the constant, cloying massage all around him wasn't trying to finish what her earlier sleep spell had nearly done. William could barely focus on much else besides staying awake and continuing to thrash - not even kicking - when the scaly predator jostled him around more hopping off the cart.
"Welp, that's enough of a rest. Boring human job or not, I have my pride as a diligent kobold," she said to herself, and to her unwilling eavesdropper. Between her steady crouching and lifting, the darkness around him, the increasingly stale air, and her stomach constantly kneading acids into his fur, it wasn't long before William succumbed, closing his eyes for the last time.
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Rinta gave a grunt of effort as she hoisted the last pumpkin onto the cart. Her stomach grumbled around the gradually diminishing heap of rabbit meat and fur stewing inside. The kobold gave her belly an appreciative pat, and it responded by sending up another burp. She grinned to herself; the free live food did make up for the very un-adventurer-like manner of the job, she supposed. She crouched down and started on the line of carrots, quietly hoping that the tasty, squirmy bunny hadn't been the extent of ther farm's pest problem.
*gives a kiss on the snout/nose to every single one of your OCs (except maybe Kenneth, I dunno) because they are all beautiful, powerful.*
ooh, let's pick a few OCs, then
Dzamie: Purrs, returns a kiss on your snout, and drapes his arms over your shoulders. Ever the flirt.
HM: A nod. Maybe a small lick on the snout.
Dream: Smiles and pats you on the head. You seem too nice to ruin your face with a kiss.
Azurel: Returns a kiss on your snout. The tip of his tail flicks a little, if you can see it.
Sel'riss: Wraps you in one loose coil, hugs you, and flickers his forked tongue against your snout. He'll let you go if you already have other plans for... oh, the next hour or two.
Rinta and Kassar: EXTREMELY excited kobold yips. They approach to hug you but wait until invited to do so. At least one arm wraps around your upper inner thigh; while convenient for their height, this is definitely on purpose.
Vanille: Verbally thanks you, and blows a puff of sweet-smelling breath over you.
William: Claps you on the shoulder, grins, and calls you a friendly guy. Then tells you to please go stand at least ten feet away until he's finished this step of his lab test.
Sleek: Bites you! She is fond of flattery, though, so your temporarily-paralyzed body is left uneaten.
Sylvia (dragon): A surprised squeak, then flies up to your head to return the favor with a lick from snout to horns. Invariably asks if you'd mind her eating you (she is going to eat you for a little, regardless).
"lizard is too racist to realize she’s being bullied " elaborate
Referencing "Describe your OC's story in the worst way" (feel free to send more of these in if curious)
Meet Rinta! Seen here in her preferred position in regards to... well, most people who aren't dragons or kobolds.
Rinta, like all other kobolds, is a dragon supremacist. Not as in "dragons ought to rule everything," but "a non-dragon is as capable of being overall better than a dragon as a granite slab is capable of safely catching an egg." As such, she generally considers Azurel the pinnacle of existence, shortly followed by every other dragon, and then a MASSIVE gap to find kobolds (including honorary kobolds) before a very small step down to just about everyone else.
While some kobolds, like Kassar, have a pretty solid grasp on "other people don't share your values, and it is often a waste of time to try to fix that," others, like Rinta, find it difficult to comprehend that some people don't like dragons or those associated with them. So, while she does consciously know that a group of fellow guild adventurers don't like kobolds, all the pranks they do "to really give her the dragon treatment (derogatory)" are interpreted by her as fantastically stupid people "trying their hardest to treat her like a little dragon (honorable):"
swapping her cooked beef cafeteria lunch for assorted raw meats and possibly a dead rat gets seen as helping her resist human influence on her diet in favor of normal kobold food
stealing off her clothes because it's not like dragons wear anything gets seen as an agreement with her own position; unfortunately there do seem to be laws around this so she does need those back, or at least someone's.
taking adventuring jobs she seemed interested in before she can gets seen as them helping her remember to delegate important tasks to her lessers
swinging a blade way too close because "whoops, Rinta, thought that was the world's smallest dragon" is just straight-up taken as a compliment on her appearance
Luckily for Rinta's life expectancy, the massive gap between dragons and everyone else overshadows the smaller "kobolds vs non-kobold non-dragons" gap to the point that it just manifests at feeling particularly proud whenever someone's at her or Kassar's mercy. And maybe a little bit of monologuing at her next snack or temporary dildo.
Length: 1500 words
Rating: T (suggestive words, only kobolds are naked and they’ve got scales)
Summary: Morning for a particular adventuring group, and it turns out there’s a holiday about slaying a dragon about. What an event.
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Falina groaned and shifted under the covers. A pair of somethings yawned, then snuggled back in against her, trapping one arm. Her mind paused for a moment, then, staying as still as possible, the human woman moved her free arm to carefully, tentatively feel what had latched onto her in her sleep. Scales. She felt the tough, but not unpleasant, texture of scales under her fingers. Opening her eyes, she found herself still in the room above the Adventurer’s Guild, with her elven partner still in his trance state against the wall.
A lump under the blankets shifted. The woman lifted them away, and found herself staring at a pair of jaws spread wide, baring a plethora of small, yet sharp teeth. Adrenaline surged through her body, and she reached for the knife on the table... when those jaws closed, revealing the face of a small, dragon-like creature with yellow scales and eyes to match, slowly blinking sleep from her eyes.
Right in front of her, Rinta sat up on her knees and stretched her arms up with a groan, giving Falina a good view of her bare scales. Then, the kobold leaned over, nudged the other lump in the blankets, and made some growling and hissing noises Falina assumed to be Draconic. A few moments later, a second, green head poked out of the covers. Kassar said something back to Rinta, but extracted himself from Falina’s bedspread and shook himself. The human looked at the yellow kobold, and noticed she was looking back at her. No, not at her - at the knife in her hand.
“A-ah,” Falina said, letting the weapon fall back onto the table. “Look, to my tired eyes, a yawning kobold looks a lot like a hungry dragon, especially a foot away from my face.”
To her surprise, the kobold smiled, and her tail swished back and forth excitedly, running into Falina’s leg. “Really? Oh, thanks!” She hopped off the bed and began to stretch the rest of her body, then looked back over at the human. “I’m glad your reaction time is lacking, then. I use magic best when there’s not a dagger buried in my scales.”
With her two apparent bedmates no longer on the bed, Falina threw the sheets off of herself and sat up, feet on the floor. With the kobolds having discarded their clothes before getting in her bed, she was relieved to find that her own garments were still on her. “Yeah, well, try not to yawn in my face once Arwyn and I hit silver rank. You’re not like the tales of evil kobolds passed around the Guild hall.” Falina pulled on pants, then a shirt, both a little baggy to conceal the tools of her trade. “So why were you two in my bed?”
“Why wouldn’t we be? You invited us to sleep with you last night,” Kassar chimed in, “something about it being cold.”
“I WHAT?!” Falina exclaimed. Off to the side, she heard Arwyn chuckling; the elf was evidently only feigning to still be in a trance.
“Yeah, I’m glad you’re warming up to us a bit,” the green lizard replied, “you’re very soft, by the way. I mean, obviously without scales, but still! Very comfortable.”
“I- with you two?!”
“Hm? What’s that supposed to mean?” Rinta said, scaly arms crossed over scaly chest. “We may not be dragons, but there’s no need for tha-”
“Ah, you younguns. Before we spill each other’s blood...” Arwyn interrupted, “Falina. They meant literally that they slept alongside you. Rinta, Kassar. In human slang, ‘to sleep with’ someone means to have sex with them.”
“Ohhh...” Kassar and Falina said.
Rinta huffed and put on her cloak. “That reaction was still rude.”
After they all got dressed, they opened the door of their room, ready to see what people needed helping and what creatures needed slaying. To their surprise, the hallway had been decorated with streamers, and they could hear raucous cheering and singing more clearly from the hall below.
“Oh, that’s right!” Falina said, “it’s Drachenfell today! Oh, we’re definitely taking a day to have fun.”
“Drachenfall?” Rinta asked. A human adventurer rushed past them, knocking her aside; in retaliation, she gripped her staff and growled at the receding hooligan, the glow in its crystal fading when a green-scaled hand pulled at her arm.
Falina pretended not to notice the interrupted spell, and instead explained, “yeah, about seventy or so years ago, a team of the king’s great knights slew the terrible dragon, uh...” She snapped her fingers a few times, trying to remember the name, and finally continued, “Kazerahad. And it happened close to here, so we celebrate it like it was entirely our doing.” With a proud grin, she crossed her arms and nodded. “Which, of course, it was, even if the knights came from other places.”
Arwyn tossed his dark brown hair. “Ah, and to your people, this is all ancient history, I’m sure.”
Two tails and a hand smacked the elf. “You’re forty, ‘gramps;’ nobody’s buying it,” Falina said.
Arriving in the food hall, the group broke off their conversation to grab a meal: meat for the kobolds, a salad for the elf, and eggs and toast for Falina, herself. They all reconvened at an empty spot at one of the tables. Next to them, a few adventurers with badges of copper or iron traded extremely true stories of the many, many dragons they, personally, had defeated, oftentimes without the aid of their party. Falina caught Rinta looking between her meat and the boisterous braggarts with a mischievous, hungry glint in her eye, so she reached over and tapped the kobold’s snout with the handle of her fork. “Hey, none of that. No fighting in the Guild Hall.”
“I wouldn’t call it a fight-”
“Not happening.”
Rinta still looked reluctant to give up her quarry, so Kassar spoke up. “So, this Drachenfall thing,” he started, “it commemorates the death of a dragon, in one of those ‘don’t be sad because it’s over, but happy because it happened’ things?”
“Well-” Arwyn started, but Rinta cut in.
“No, it probably started as a somber event, but over time got happier, because festivals are more fun than days of remembrance.”
Falina furrowed her brow. “No, it’s a celebration that the dragon died. There was a monstrous, fire-breathing beast terrorizing the city and devouring people, and the valorant knights saved the citizenry from its horrible hunger.”
“Ah... right,” Rinta said, her downward-curved horns seeming to reflect her mood. She tore off a bite of her breakfast and lethargically swallowed it in a few gulps. “So... maybe Kassar and I will take a small assignment or two, and leave you people off to celebrate the killing of Khazhra’ad.”
The human, for her part, felt like a bit of a jerk. She looked down at her own plate, idly listening to the roar of voices all around. The only one not downspirited seemed to be Arwyn, who finished off his salad before suggesting, “a pair of small, dragon-looking beings unaccompanied around town, on a day that’s, well, kind of about dragon slaying, and therefore probably has plenty of world-ignorant children and cocky teens with toy swords? I can’t say I like that combination.”
Rinta sighed. “Yeah, and beating or eating kids is a no-go, no matter what you think about my...” she cast a glance at the adventurers who were showing off scars that totally came from dragon fights and not accidentally stepping on a cat’s tail, before continuing, “... hunting desires. So, what then, Arwyn? Because if you think we should just stay in here all day, I’m gonna invite at least one of those humans to our room and have myself a snack.”
“We could go with them and try to forget the real theme of the holiday,” Kassar put forth. The others gave him strange looks: Arwyn looked impressed, Falina looked confused, and Rinta looked at him like he had renounced koboldhood and would be living as an alligator. So, the green kobold explained, “you said it yourself, there’s enough time for the celebrations to change. Besides, this is a pretty major thing, it seems; if we spend the day avoiding it, we’ll come up miserably short in our report to Azurel.”
Rinta gulped down the rest of her breakfast, and chased it with a swig of her drink. “Alright, for Azurel.”
Falina smiled, though her enthusiasm was still tempered by her earlier misstep. “Great to hear! So, we’d have to avoid... that, that... that one... probably there... oh! I know what to start with. You two can eat sugar and bread, right?”
Kassar shrugged. “We can eat just about anything. Our lack of gag reflex isn’t just for draconic pleasure.”
To the side, one of the noisy adventurers choked on his toast. Rinta leaned over and remarked, “another casualty of draconic superiority. Tragic.”
Falina shook her head at the yellow kobold, then leaned in conspiratorially to Kassar. “Well then, you’re about to learn the glory of funnel cake.”
Cooking/Food Headcanon! Since you didn't specify any fandom/characters, I'll give you the canon for a few of my OCs
Dzamie: Really good at cooking meat over a fire, makes excellent omelettes. If you give him a recipe and ingredients he can probably make it. Hardly a master chef, but certainly competent. Takes pride in being able to cook human well, though tends not to make those dishes when he has a human over. Kinda gauche, dontchaknow.
HM: Doesn't believe in cooking food. Considering how often his food is alive when he eats them, that's probably for the best.
Dream: Surprisingly proficient at vegan dishes for a dragon. Though, tends to come out too sweet. She maintains that this is on purpose. Cooks on a heated stone slab, is quite passionate that cast iron is a dumb fad. Likes to sneak her home-grown blue carrots into things - they're hypoallergenic and don't break any diets, but do create "side-effects" consistent with what you'd expect from a dragoness who's memorized that "Timmy Turner, I'm Dougsdale Dimmadaledimmsmadaledimmadome" YTP.
Eris: There is no "safe" way out of this situation. Best to politely eat the food she offers and hope the chaos deity is at least somewhat benevolent in her toying. Chances are it'll at least taste good - and if it doesn't, that's probably the extent of her fun.
Rinta and Kassar: Decent enough at making foraged and hunted ingredients into something edible. Though, as kobolds, they have a wider definition of "edible" than most. If you give them quality ingredients, Kassar will warn you that it'll probably taste better to just eat raw. Rinta will not admit this, but she's no better.
Rinta is a very capable defender of Azurel's cave. Most people don't expect kobolds to use magic, let alone be good at it. So it's not unusual for Azurel to happen upon one of his kobolds enjoying the spoils of their work. Rinta is excellent at size-changing magic, so she actually gets them down in one go with ease. She’s got two tiny humans in her right now!
Most kobolds call their dragons "master," "milord," or similar. Azurel gets uneasy around that, but his bolds couldn't bring themselves to address him casually, so they compromised on "sir."
Okay, so I need to scale (heh) back the size of these; this took like 6 hours. Was fun, though. And, of course, the most important reveal: Dzamie has b e a n s (though I messed up the big one, it shouldn’t be super long like that).
Don’t worry, Dzamie is immune to acid and Sylvia is gonna let Sel’riss out after awhile of noodle squirms. Neither are in danger.
