Anon unabuses a slave kobold

I was summoned to kill a demon lord by a racist king. I got out of there quick. Found the mercenary town. A place where gold ran everything. Reminds me of my  home in America. The country I owe a lot to. An associates degree will put you in a lifetime of debt, but once you kill yourself and arrive in a fantasy world the debt collectors can't reach you. The general education helped me a lot. They would shit in the streets before I got here. I've won favor with all the council members. I have political immunity and a basement full of gold. Yet all I do now is tinker with half baked ideas. I'm growing stagnant. It's a plague I suffer from. I need to be forced to do something. I need to be moving forward, but I can't push myself without a clear path. At least that's how I think of it. It's some real psychological shit, yet I can only express myself with memes and swears.
Now I'm drinking. I needed something to take the tedium away. I've given up on drafting up any new inventions for the night. It's a drinking night. Haven't had one since I was on Earth. RIP sobriety. I’m glad to see it go.
I remember looking for something, the craving for my old vices, cigarettes, came to me with intoxication. I left my house. That’s as far as I can remember. I have the urge to puke. I push a person off me, looking for a bucket, a toilet, neither of them are in the room. I spy a window and rush to it. My stomach rolls as I dash to it. I throw it open. Letting my demons go onto the street below. I feel scales on my back, a gentle rubbing. I spit out the last of my dinner and turn to see large yellow eyes with slit like pupils. I jump. They jump back onto the bed. My head pounds, but the neurons still fire. It's not a wild animal. It's one of those lizard people. Never seen a pink one, or one so feminine. A lack of tits, but an excess of ass.  I blink a few times. Something is off. I light the lamp in the room. Her left hand is gone. Just a nub at the wrist. The claws on her other hand are filed down almost to the finger. Her tail is different. Very stout while other kobolds I've seen had tails as long as a leg, this one is barely bigger than my hand. It starts with a large base, has a dip,  then goes to an incline to a rounded end.  The dip part reminds me of the lizards back on earth. Where you can tell how many times they've disattached their tale, by how many of those rings it has. Then it hits me. It's like that because it is that. Someone cut her tail off. "Do kobold tails grow back?" She hesitate. Afraid of what the answer might mean for her. In a meek voice she replies "Yes, sir." I watched her mouth, as she spoke, It's part of my aversion to looking people in the eyes. What I saw while she spoke was no teeth. "Teeth too?" With the tone of someone on the verge of tears.  "Yes sir."  "Who took them out?" She fidgets, she uncrosses her legs, then crosses them again, pulling off the lizard version of Basic Instinct. I notice metal rings in-between her legs. Right over her slit. Chastity piercings. That's the tag you'd search online to find doujin on it. "Clients, master, master's friends." She looks at her feet. Ah, I'm in a whore house. A fucked up one at that. She's a slave. Even in her broken form she is cute. She watches any move I make and moves to keep her distance. Like an abused puppy. "Follow me." I open the door to the hallway. "Eep, I can't leave the room sir." "It'll be fine, cmon" she jumps from the bed. I take her to the front desk. Where a large fat red haired man sits. He swings his head over as he hears footsteps. "Oi, the fuck you doing out of ya room you little slut?" He screams. It hurts my head. I hide my ire and put on the charms. "I told her to. I was just wondering, how much?" "Heh, for another night? 7 silver, guess ja forgot you came is piss drunk. Last night mate. Supprised you could even get it up." He laughs in my face. He's making fun of me. I push my anger down. "I meant to keep her." He laughs slapping his knee. "Guess ya do 'member last night, ass so good you have to be captain save a hoe? We get a lot of your type. Let's me see." He whispers numbers under his breath and counts on his fingers. "50 gold!" He laughs. It's a crazy price. It's more than a human slave would cost. I pull out my coin pouch and begin to count out the gold. "No facken way. You crazy boggen, you going ta pay? Would ja like me to gift wrap her too? Fur that price it's the least I can do." He even admits he inflated the price, but I won't give him any power over me, and, I guess, by proxy her. "That won't be needed." He digs around in his desk. Pulling out the paperwork and a small box. He signs his name as I finish counting out the money. He hands me the papers, and the box. I open it. I'm greeted by a glass vial and one of my 'inventions'. A hypodermic needle. "What's this?" "Isa drug. Makes them real horny, makes them feel really good." My face scrunches up. "Take it, isa gift. You'll need it, for the withdrawal at least. Captain save a hoe." I take it, and take my leave.
The pink kobold firmly grasps my pant leg as we walk. Hiding in my shadow like a kid. I look down at her, and smile. She looks up making a complicated face.
 I need food to cure my hangover. Hopefully I can keep it down. I look up at the shop signs until I find one with food. I interrupt my walk of shame to step into normal looking restaurant. Immediately a female elf comes up to us. "Sorry sir, but we don't serve it's kind." She covers her hand from the view of my kobold with a menu and points at her. I glare at her, but her peppy customer service smiles doesn't fade. Damn racist elfs. "How much?" She raises an eyebrow. "It's not rush hour, we will be quick. I'll pay extra."
"Sir, we can't do that it's policy."
"This Mercenary Town, everything has a price. Two gold."
Her eyes get big. "Let me go talk to my manager."
Ten gold is the costs make elfs forget about their racism. The meals here are fifty silver. Pretty high class. I order the steak, with a salad. For her I order the loaded mashed potatoes. A thoughtful purchase. The food arrives along with a pitcher of water. She picks up the spoon in her one hand. Slowly she brings the spoon to her mouth. After taking a bite, her face lights up. She smiles. The first smile I've seen from her. "Good?" She nods. Her table manners are lacking as she shovels food into her face. By the time I finished with my salad she is done with her food. She watches me as eat my steak. Stopping occasionally to drink a glass of water. Her tongue flicks out and licks her scaly lips. "Want some?" She shakes her head multiple times. ‘Me thinks do doth protest too much.’ I cut out a bite size pieces of steak. Then bring it to her mouth. She looks at me with wide eyes. I nod encouragingly. She takes the food from my fork. The elf waiter gags while watching us. She rolls the piece of meat around in her mouth, enjoying the taste. A smile creeps onto my normally stoic face.
She's amazed by my house. "Are you wizard?" She asked me. "No, I'm just an inventor." I turn on the stove. It's propane. There isn't enough infrastructure for electricity. Well the mages have electricity, but that's because they can shoot the lighting rods with lightning from their hands. I put a pot of water on. Then drag over the washing basin to the tile kitchen floor. The large metal tin serves as a bathtub. There is running water, just not hot.  Gotta heat it up yourself. She just sits on the floor, watching me work. Trying hard to avoid eye contact. "What's your name?" "Good girl." That's a cute pet name, but not what I'm looking for. "Your actual name." "Whore." Strike two. "What's your reeeeaaal name. Not what they called you. Your birth name. Say it or i'll just give you one." It’s an empty threat. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with naming any creature that can speak. She opens her mouth. Then closes it. Then opens it again. "Please do, Master." She wants me to give her a name? Shit. Well let's name her like how I name my DND characters. Just put words backwards. "Lrig" she looks up, another rare smile. "Thank you, Master."  "My name is Anon by the way. Feel free to call me that." Her calling me master is off-putting. "Yes, Master Anon." Nothing in the world is simple.
I finish filling the bath. I take my shirt off. Then turn to my company. "I'ma take a bath, you can wash up after me. If you could turn around that'd be real cash money. Then again not like you haven't seen me naked before." I laugh at the shitty joke. Then take off my pants and dip into the tub. It's warm. I dunk my head under. Rising up I wipe the water from my eyes. Lrig has moved. She's watching me, which is awkward, but she moved from one side of the tub to the other while I was under the water. I rub the soap into my hair and onto my body. I dunk down again to rinse the soap out. She didn't move this time. She isn't watching me anymore. She's looking at the floor. Her hand is out of my sight. I sit up. She's sitting over my cloths. Her face fills with dread. "Whatcha doing with my cloths?" She doesn't answer. Was she going to grab my gold and run? Perhaps the papers so she can prove her freedom. "Hand them to me." I command. She does. With wet hands I go through the pockets. Both are still present in my pants. I feel like I'm missing something though. "Stand up." She reaches her hand around her back. Then stands up. There's nothing around her. "What's in your hand?" She hesitates before showing me. It's the box that the drug was in. "I'm sorry master. I need it." I hold out my hand. She places the package in my hand. I place it aside, and get out of the bath. She turns to run. "Stop." I command. She lifts one foot into the air. Turns her head to look at me. Then places it back where it was. Turning to face me. She shrinks down. "Please don't hurt me master." She's shaking, about to cry. I place the box on the counter. I kneel down. Placing a hand on her shoulder. I rub her scales in-between my thumb and my hand. In what I hope is a reassuring gesture. She looks up at me. "I'm not going to hurt you." She gulps. She looks around. Is she confused by this? Then she looks down. Slowly reaching out her hand towards my junk. I take my other hand and grab her thin claw by the wrist. She jumps. I continue to rub her shoulder. "None of that either." She looks scared now. The opposite reaction of what I expected. "Chill, why you scared?" She looks up at you. "I don't know, Master." She seems genuinely confused. Like she doesn't know how to respond to anything that isn't a beating or rape. Like it's all she knows. "Where were you born?" It distracts her from her thoughts. "At whore house." "How old are you?" "12" the age makes me jump. Then I remember that kobolds only live to 20. Her whole life she has been a whore, probably on that drug too. No wonder she doesn't know how to reply. I pick her up and put her in the bath. She panics at the warm water. Splashing water out of the tub with her one arm. Then she stops. Her muscles relax and she sinks down into the tub. "Warm." She cues.
One cleaned kobold later. I dry her face. She's cuter cleaned up. "Why?" She asks. "Why what?" "Master, why did you buy me? You're too nice. Has me worried." Oh, suppose I am being generous. That is out of character. I'm selfish and greedy. "Same reason depressed people get dogs." She cocks her head. "If I'm about to go into a downward spiral. A mental crisis. One of those spells where you can't take care of yourself, not out of inability, but out of some deformed version of self punishment. So I guess I bought you to have something to do." She isn't following along. "Cause I don't want to feed myself, but if I have something that relies on me I'll feed myself so I can feed them." Did I buy a sapient creature for the same reason I bought a dog back home? "Okay…" she has no reference for how I feel, but she probably understands.
I yawn. It is getting pretty late. She follows me to my bedroom. "Want to sleep on the couch?" She shakes her head. "bed?" No. "Where?" "The floor is good for me, Master." I sigh and pick her up. Placing her next to me on the bed. She's skittish, but eventually she settles down, scouching closer to me. Until her butt is against my side. I turn on my side, wrapping an arm around her. Spooning her. She pushes herself farther into me. Letting out a content sigh. My thoughts come in. What am I going to do with her? How long till that withdrawal kicks in? Back when I quit cigarettes I was angry for weeks. This drug seems like an opium derivative, will it be like the sick boy scene from Trainspotting for her? Hopefully I can wean her off it. How long till her tail grows back? Or her teeth for that matter. Does she want the chastity piercings removed? "Hey."
"Yes, master."
"Do you want those rings removed."
"No master, they hold my thing in so I can be a good girl."
She said that so matter of factly. With the innocence of a child. Yet I'm very confused and disturbed.
"Hold your thing?"
"My.." she goes a darker shade of red. "My.. pokey." Her pokey?
I thought this was a heavy bdsm dojin, no this is a feminization dojin. That's not her vagina that's his cockslit. He's been living as a female for who knows how long. She must of felt my body go rigid. She rolls to face me. "Master?" he knows I didn't know. he's worried I wanted a girl. Well in truth I have no preference, a hole is a hole, just don't stick anything in mine. Is my sexuality. Poor thing looks like he's about to cry. I bring my hand to his face. Rubbing my thumb across her jaw bone. "Do you want to be a girl?" "Yes master. I want to be a good girl for you!" Look into her eyes. She has the air of someone confessing their love. "Okay, good girl." I rub my hand atop her head like I'm petting a scaly dog. She ducks under my hand. Pressing her lips to mine. Her snake like tongue invades my mouth. I'm shocked for a second, but lean into it, wrapping her in both my arms. She breaks the kiss. Then plants another one on my neck. Drags her tongue down my neck, down the middle of my chest, and to my pant line. Her hand pulls the band of my pants down. Her long tongue wraps around my dick like a snake. I can feel her breath on me. She retracts her tongue, then looks up at me. "Master can I have the ummm…." Why is she so shy all the sudden? "The.." she mimics someone pushing the plunger of a needle into her arm. "I want to get you off that." "I know master, but I want it. It makes me feel really good." She's begging, with each word I can feel her breath on my dick. Is she doing that on purpose? "No, it's not healthy for you." She looks pitiable. Giving a solemn nod. She kisses the tip of my cock. Then places the whole thing in her toothless mouth. She pumps it in and out a fee times, wrapping the tip in her tongue as her lips work the shaft. It feels so good I unconsciously bucked my hips. She stops again. Looking up at me. On the verge of tears. "Please master, just a little bit." She is doing this on purpose. My lust clouded my thoughts cave. I got up and got the package.
I removed the pressure tourniquet allowing the drug to flow through the rest of her body. She layed back on the bed, rubbing her hand on her face. Eyes closed wriggling in bliss. I laid down next to her. Hopefully that'll satisfy her addiction for now. I feel kinda iffy about fucking her after drugging her. Makes me feel like a villain. Am I a villain? I bought a slave, sure it's saving her from being abused, but still a slave, still bought to be my time sink and occasional ona hole.
"Thank you! Master, thank you, thank you!" She stopped writhing. She's in-between my legs. Kissing my ball sack giving her thanks in-between kisses. As soon as I'm hard she turns around. Lining up her asshole with it. "Wait, don't you need some lube?" She shakes her head. With one press she takes my whole length. I nearly bend myself into a V at the sensation. Painfully tight, especially when I wasn't fully expecting it. She rides up and down. Quick as possible. It's only a few minutes till I cum.
She milked me good, then laid down on the bed and went back to writhing in ecstasy. I wipe the excess cum off my dick with my dirty pants. Then throw them on the floor. I'll just sleep naked tonight. I lay back down. She rolls my way. Grabbing my arm she wraps it under her head. Rubbing her chest on it and petting my arm hair. This goes on for a hot minute. I close my eyes.
I hear crying. I open my eyes. She's crying, muttering to herself. She's moved away from me. I sit up. Scouting over to her. She looks at me. A sob racks her body. "What's wrong?" She turns to me, grabbing onto me. "I'm sorry master! I'm so sorry." "For what?" "I made you do something you didn't want. I abused your niceness. I've been bad, I'm not a good girl." Snot flies from her nose, tears fall onto my lap. "Relax it's okay, you're going through a tough time. I knew you were, but I've got to wean you off it." "No! That's not good enough." She yelled at me. Pushing me away, then pulling me close. Smashing our bodies together. "I need punishment. Punishment to be good girl, punish me, master." I'm frozen. This isn't a situation I know of. She only knows pain, my gentleness is wrecking her mind. "Please!" She's begging. "It was this."  She points to her tongue. "This made me not a good girl." I wrap an arm around her. She pushes it off and runs down the hall. She's quick, by the time I get there she has a knife in her hand. Her tongue laid out on the counter. I froze. "Don't!" She looked at me. Tears streaming. Oh god this is worse than when a child has a knife. I approach slowly. Speaking in a calm voice "Fine, I'll punish you, just don't do anything drastic." "How?" I think for a second. I know no ways to punish her that shed accept. "I dont know." Her hand moves. I dive to stop it, but I'm too far away. She's screaming. Running and banging into things, getting blood everywhere. My body moves on it's own, falling back on one class of first aid training. I turn on the stove, place the knife over it. Grabbing the kobold in my other hand I tilt her head towards the ground. "Look at the ground or you'll drown in blood!"  Red liquid drips onto my white tile floor. The knife is red hot. I'm sure this isn't in any medical book, but hot metal stops bleeding. "Open your mouth! Look up!" I grab the stump of her tongue. She cut it off deep down. I place the hot knife to the bleeding parts. The pain causes her to bite down. It's painless for me. I grab a rag and apply pressure until the bleeding stops.
"What the fuck am I going to do with you?" I have her sitting on my lap, in a kitchen surrounded by blood. Her tongue sits on the floor. She's a tiny ball. I run my hands over her scales. Her crying has stopped. She looks up at me. Planting a tiny bloody kiss on my cheek. This bitch is crazy. She's someone who only knows the world as punishment and sex. I might have to change how I handle her. "Well you're a mute forever now!" She shakes her head, then points to her tail. It has already regrown a few inches. "Your tongue grows back?" She nods. I sigh. Well that's good. Probably useful for kobolds, with a mouth full of sharp teeth biting your tongue would be a disaster. I get a damp l cloth and wipe us down. Carrying her to bed, she latches onto me. Leaving my tired mind to analyze this shit.
I let the cereal get mushy before giving her the bowl. She noms on it. I turn to work on my shitty magnus opus. The lightbulb. I'm stuck on the same thing Edison was stuck on. The filament. Can't find any that stay lit for over an hour. She finishes her bowl and walks over to me. Placing her hand on my leg. Her wide eyes looking up at me. "What?" She holds her hand up and squeeze her three fingers together. I lift her up onto my lap. She settles into me. She's not heavy, and her small body doesn't block my vision or hands. I let her sit in my lap as I switch out filaments, turn the battery on, and wait for it to burn out. For lunch we have mashed potatoes. With melted cheese, butter, and tiny squares of bacon. Then back to cuddling while working. After dinner I take a break from work to sit on my bed and read. She lays across my lap like a dog. I idly pet her. This books is just some magic theory stuff. I can't understand a lick of it, but I'm determined to know. There's no scientific method in this world, or a glossary. If you want to know about teleportation then you go to page 34, read the paragraph on it, then there's a side tangent about it on page 69, definition on page 89, and theory about how teleportation magic contradicts elemental magic on page 420. Every subject the book covers is laid out in a nonsensical way. It's less an informational manuscript and more of a where's waldo book of trying to find the word you want..
The days repeat for awhile. Not everyday is worth writing home about. She has only got the drug one more time. She was randomly crying. Holding her head while staring out into space. She couldn't keep any food down. When I produced the vial she ran over to me as if I had the cure for her death. I gave her half as much as last time. It satisfied her craving. I didn't fuck her this time. I don't want to associate sex with the drug. I think that'll be close to the last dose.
More days pass. Her tail has grown to over two feet long. Her tongue is better. She can get words out, but they're slurred. I decided I was going to quit her cold turkey.
More days, she's throwing up. I supply her with a lot of food and water. Even if she can't keep it down her body needs the nutrition. Her pulse is above normal, but not worrying.
I answer the knocking on my door. It's the red haired fatass who sold Lrig to me. "What do you want?" I narrow my eyes at him. He puts his hands up. "Nathing bad sir, just being a good seller, my kobolds at the house are getting voices from their dragon. He's set up shop in the area. You know how it is, gotta keep them drugged up so they don't run off. It's a mind tick."
"I won't be needing any more of that drug."
Then I close the door. Where does he get off telling me a lie to get me to buy that terrible drug.
I think the worst is over. She's stopped throwing up. Her shakes are bad though. I've put off my inventions to attend to her. She wants to stay in bed all day. Under many covers leeching my warmth.
I went out for groceries. Caravans of kobolds leaving the town. The words of the slaver came back to me. Maybe he wasn't lying? Though I can't make heads or tails of what he meant. I get the food and go home, with haste. I had a bad feeling in my chest. I was running as I got to the house. I opened the door and ran up to the bed where I left her. She wasn't there. "Lrig!" I screamed. No answer. I did a lap around the house. She wasn't there. On my work desk was a piece of paper with crude handwriting. "I have to go to Old One, is kobold way. I'm sorry master. I want to stay. 'Kobolds are meant to serve dragons' is what the voice says. It's in my head master. I'm sorry." I drop the paper. Tears threaten my eyes. I wipe the pre-tears and run into the street. Looking for the kobold caravans I saw. I follow them.
Half a day later. I'm walking through a cave. There are the starts of shitty traps. I step over the tripwires, following the kobold tracks. It's a maze. I'm growing hungry. Rational thoughts hits me hard. I'm weapon less, away from human civilization, without food. I could die. Well fuck it if I do. Someone stole from me. Someone took my friend. I come to a large cavern. There's a large pile of gold. On top of it sits a red dragon the size of a city buss. He's awake, but not facing me. "I smell a human." He turns his neck. Facing me with yellow slit eyes. "You took my kobold." My monotone voice take him off guard. He laughs
"Kobolds are meant to serve dragons."
"She doesn't want to serve you though." "That's not for her to decide. Which one is she anyways? I have a few hundred."
"Pink with one hand."
 He throws back his head in laughter. "Him? Aww did I steal the humans fuck toy. Don't worry he's being well used. Can't mine or fight with only one hand, so he's the barrack's stress relief toy."
 I clench my fists. I got her from that life, he put her back in it. I'm going to kill him, I don't know how, but I will. I'll kill anyone who hurts my friend like that, but first I need her safe. "How much?" My iconic line. "Not for sale." The only counter for my line. "You are a very entertaining human. Coming into my den weaponless. Demanding things from me. It's best you leave before you lose your entertainment value and I outright kill you." So I leave. I can't help her while dead. I need to get back to town. Gather forces, think rationally.
I wanted to kick in the door on the council meeting, but the door guard sees me coming and opens it before I can get to the door. The law representative is the first to speak. "What is the meaning of this interruption sir?"
"That dragon stole from me, I want it dead."
The group breaks into laughter. The stock rep, the military rep, the law rep, all but the science rep, who owes his whole career to me, and the wizard rep do not. The wizard rep has a twinkle in his eye. His face hid behind a full beard and long hair. The military rep, the definition of a jock speaks "Humans can't kill dragons, trust me dude, having a dragon this close to the town doesn't make me happy at all, but we can't kill it. It has scales stronger than steel. It can fly and breathe fire."
"I'm going to kill it. It stole my kobold from me."
 The stock rep speaks next "You're this upset over a kobold? Did it steal your slave or something?"
"It stole my fucking friend!" I slam my fist on their table. The wizard stands. Putting his robed arm on my shoulder. "Come with me young one." He leads me out of the room, leaving the other reps a bit dumb struck.
"First we speak to the gods." He sits down on what can only be described as a bean sofa, one massive bean chair. I sit next to him. "I don't have time, I need to free her." He puts a finger to my lips. "This is an essential part of magic." He claps his hands. A table with a pipe appears. "Conjuration?" "Nope, teleportation" he takes a pipe. Snapping his fingers a tiny flame appears on his thumb. He puts it over the bowl and breaths in. Slowly exhaling white smoke he hands the pipe to me. I roll my eyes and put the stem in my mouth. He holds the flame as I breath in. A numbness comes, starting from my lungs then spreading through my body. He takes the pipe from my hand. My body feels light. A sense of euphoria rushes over me. I push it down and pull back up my anger. I'm getting high while Lrig is being raped. How good can magic be if this is their shitty process. A young woman with blonde hair waves at me. Her wizard robe is all white. "Who the fuck is this?" I wave my hand in her direction. Looking at the old wizard in the eyes. He gives me a questioning look and mouths "Who?" I look at the lady again. Her edges are fuzzy, like an image over a shitty green screen. "I'm Eris." Her tone is too cheary. "Nice name, but a golden apple won't help me." "So you know of my exploits on earth." I'm hallucinating a goddess. Great, I know she's not real, because a god from earth wouldn't be here. "Gods travel from world to world." And she can read my thoughts, dead give away of her being in my head. The old wizard punches my arm playfully. "You're whispering your thoughts under your breath mate." He has a maddened laugh. "So you're the one who has turned this world into one big Civ game. Your tech tree is fucked." I roll my eyes at her. "I like it though. It goes with my aesthetics. Chaos, discord, entropy." She smiles. "Your current quest does too. A human killing a dragon? Why that'll upset the natural order, and really piss off those old dragon gods." She winks. "I just want to free my friend." She moves closer. Her ghostly form sitting on the bean bag next to me. "No, you want to save your toy, your slave. Is it jealousy? Is it the feeling one gets when they stack a tower of cards, only for some dick to come and knock it over? Is it the feeling of someone stealing your stuff? Would you react the same way if someone stole your house?" I nod to each of her questions. "So what if I'm doing it for selfish reasons. She's mine, I'm taking her back." She smiles. Then places a kiss on my forehead. "You've got a better head on you than some of the gods up here. Enjoy my blessing. Oh, and don't freak out once you accomplish your goal. It'll be quite the surprise." She flashes the peace sign then fades to mist. My body crashes back to the world. My sense have returned. I stare the the hold wizard. He gives a slow clap. "Well young man, what can I help you with?" "Killing a dragon." He frowns. "What specifically? Their scales resist magic. We can't hurt them. Figured you and your otherworldly brain would have the bulk of the plan." Great, I only have their magic as a utility. I'll have to make the weapons myself. Something I held off on doing. Guns won't work. Their scales are steel plates. I recall the hazy memories of feasible weapons. I did a report on Alfred Nobel in middle school. From survival games I know the chemicals for basic gunpowder. I can make chlorine gas, those shit posts on 4chan about growing crystals is where i picked that from. But that would poison the whole mountain. TNT would bring it down. The wizard claps his hands again. Sending the table away. "That!" "What?" "How much can you teleport, and how far?" "About a house, and not to brag, but I'm the winner of the Wizard Olympics for teleportation." He flexes his muscles. "Through things?" "That table is in my room upstairs." "Can you teleport them into things?" "We try not to, one time a wizard teleported black glass into stone and the whole town exploded." Did they invent nuclear power? Black glass is obsidian. The same thing they used to split the atoms of Little Boy. "That won't happen, we won't be working with anything sharp enough to split an atom." I don't want to harm Lrig with the fallout. "No clue what you said, but okay."
I woke up with gunpowder on my face. I feel into another micro sleep. I pick up the gravel and shove it into the end of the red tube. Taping it to the others. I tie the ends of the fuses together. Leaving a long fuse. This is the third one of these I've made. It's dark, but I load them into the cart and head for the wizards tower. I kick the door open. On the bean chair is the wizard. He probably hasn't moved since I last saw him. I kick his drugged up ass. He jolts awake. Hands ready to cast a defensive spell. "It's me, cmon." I lead him to the dragons den.
Relying on the memory of my spacial awareness.  I draw a map in the dirt. Then point in the direction I think the dragons den is in. The plan is to teleport one on top of his head with the fuse lit. I light the fuse. It shines incredibly bright in the early morning sun. In a clap the bomb is gone. With bated breath we wait. Until the ground shakes. A dragon cries out. I pray to Eris that we got a lucky hit. The dragons screams continue even after the ground stops shaking. They're getting farther away, higher up. The dragon's head pokes above the mountain. He's flying out of it. Searching for us. I light another fuse. "Aim it for right in front of his face." In a clap it's gone. Suspended in the air in front of the dragon. It explodes. There's a ringing in My ears. The dragon cries out, but keeps flying through the explosion.  He scans the ground. He has spotted us. I grab the other bomb. His mouth is open. He is about thirty meters away, but I can feel the air being sucked in around me. He is preparing a breath attack. "Inside him!" I yell as I light the fuse. "But!" "Just do it!" I yell to shut him up. The fuse is burning. The wizard looks perplexed. It's only a few seconds fuse. He's not teleporting it. I pull it back to throw it into the fastly approaching dragons maw. I can see the starter flame at the back of his mouth. I throw, but the bomb isn't in my hands. Only thin air  I look to the wizard. He has his hands together. Before I can even look back to the dragon I hear the explosion. It pushes me to the ground, face first into the early morning dew. It's raining. I look up. It's raining red. The head of the dragon lays on the ground. Bits and gore rain down around me. The wizard is laughing. A crazed laugh. I join in. Whooping and hollering. When we calm down I sigh. Drawing in breath for a yawn. My vision goes black. I'm falling into another micro sleep.
"Well he did it, so what?"
"Pay up scaly, my champion, beat one of your kids despite being a human."
"We never discussed a price."
"Oh yes we did!"
"He's not really your champion. You only got him yesterday."
"That doesn't matter."
"He didn't kill him, the wizard did."
"You bet that no human could kill a dragon."
"We never shook on it."
"Jesus christ old timer, you're a bigger liar than Loki."
"Humph! Fine, wake him up."
Why do I hear Eris arguing with someone. I open my eyes. Great another dragon. Large and green, with a beard. "Greetings puny human. It seems I owe you a wish."
"A wish?"
Eris comes closer to me. "Yep, I made a bet with this sore loser. That he has to grant a wish to a human when you kill one of his kind. Made it about a week ago." She winks like there is some inside joke. I don't get it. I stand tall. "I want my fucking kobold back, and I don't want anyone taking her away from me again!" I shout.
"That's impossible, kobolds are meant to be the servants of dragons. It's the whole reason I made them." Eris pokes him with her elbow. "Why not just, you know…."
"What? He can't override the kobolds urge to serve dragons. Only dragons can do that." Eris javs him again. "Sooo make him a dragon." "No! Absolutely not. I will never make a lowly human a dragon. He'd ruin everything."
I find my voice. "Keep it then. I'll just take her back, and when the next dragon tries to take her I'll kill them too. I'll kill anything that hurts her. I can wipe this entire world out. Create weapons that will turn the air into poison. I don't care if they're dragons, humans, or a god. If you hurt her I will destroy you, and if I can't do that. I will destroy this world that holds everything you hold dear." I pant. That was a long speech. I can hear the dragon god swallowing his dry saliva. Eris is laughing. Not at me. I don't think. She just gets off at the absurd. To think a human would refuse a wish from a god. It's like a house mouse refusing a seat at the dinner table. The dragon god rubs his chin. "What if I….." "i could… no." Is he scared of me? Of my threat. Eris chimes in. "Just make him half dragon then." "A half dragon?! What would that even be. You idiotic vixen. I can't just make new creatures. Especially one that requires a human god to create. Those pompous asses are too racially proud to mix blood with a dragon." "Just like you." His face scrunches. I'm growing tired of their bickering. "So we need is a human god to agree and you'll do it." "If you can get a human god to agree then sure. We can introduce an impossible half breed into the world and wreak havoc on the current races sure. Why not? All so this human can have a fuck toy? So he doesn't destroy the world over a slave?" Eris snickers. The dragon god must not think she is human. Must think she's a god of chaos, she is shunned by the human gods, but she is a part of them, a part of every human. She places herself into the dragon's palm. "Let's do this." The dragon realizes his mistake. His eyes go wide. Then he rolls them. "Fine! But I'm making him sterile. Don't want him to sire and entire new race."
Pain. My entire body is in pain. I jerk awake. Wiping the sweat from my brow I feel nails rake across it. I look at my hand. It's scaled. Forest green. The wizard stands over me. Pipe in mouth. "Assuming I'm not hallucinating. Then this will be one for the history books."  My body is covered in scales. I have talons on my fingers. Not enough to be used as weapons, but enough to be inconvenient as I rub at my face. Trying to get a feel for what I look like. My hair is still there. I feel horns though. Oh Gods, I've become a scaly. Kobolds file out of the cave. Weapons in hand. Ready to defend their now dead dragon. I raise a hand to them. "Stop." They stop. As if frozen in time. "Uhh… drop your weapons." They comply. I have the power to control kobolds. Like the dragons. "Bring me the pink one." A squad of kobolds rush back into the cave. In a few minutes Lrig is dragged forth. I rush to her. She's dehydrated. "Get me some water!" I shout and water appears.  I slowly help her drink. She's filthy, underfed, bruises on her light pink skin. I hold her to me as she comes to. She screams. "It's me Anon." She recognizes my voice. I hug her tight. "I'm sorry. I wanted to save you from abuse, but I wasn't strong enough to protect you." I'm crying. A deep ugly sob. She grips onto me tightly with her hand. "Ish okay master. I'm safe now." She places a kiss on my cheek and cuddles into my arms. With a content smile. I stand up with her in my arms. I look at my new army of kobolds. "If you have somewhere you'd rather be than serving me. Then go there. Live your life without a master." Many leave, but to my chagrin many stay. Looks like the number  my kobold slaves have increased. I hope I can give them a better life than their previous master.

Epilogue.
With a clap the dragons head fell onto the table of the council members. I heard screaming from inside. I walked in next, more screaming ensued. The wizard walked in. I doubt the terrified reps noticed. "No human can kill a dragon, ey?" I yelled with a mocking tone. The science rep. A man who knew me well. Recognized my voice. "Anon?!" I flash him a smile. He recoils. I hide my sharp teeth behind my scaly lips. "The one and only." "The fuck happed to you?" I smirk. "I killed a dragon." The mood in the room has changed. The stock rep, not wanting to miss the treasurer in front of him is trying to peel off and pocket scales, without anyone noticing. The law rep is muttering about how I've ruined the table with so much blood. The military rep. Is laughing, the walks around the table and slaps me on the shoulder. "Holy shit bro, you're fucking otherworldly." "Anon what happened to you?" The science rep repeats. I rub the back of my neck. "I have become a half dragon. Able to control kobolds. I actually came here about that. I have about half a hundred kobolds sitting at the base of the mountain. I wanted your permission to start a town. By permission I mean, I'm starting a town, you'll still get my inventions, and we'll be in your territory. Consider the dragons head a symbol of unity." The law rep goes to speak up, but i flip the peace sign and walk out before he can speak.
King of kobolds? It's a fitting title I guess. My queen sits on my lap. She's napping currently. I run my hands over her scales. Her bruises have cleared up. Her form has filled out. Her tongue is healed, and her tail is as large as my arm now. A kobold enters my cave. A brown one in patchy leather armor. "Sir, the first house is about to start being constructed." Ah, the first modern house in this medieval world.  Made of brick and concrete. Wish I could help. "I'll be there in a second, I can't move right now." I motion to the sleeping kobold. This is that feeling when a cat is in your lap, and you can't move or it'll wake up. "As you wish." He bows out.


Thanks for reading, fagget.