Toss (a sufficient amount of) coins to your kobold
(soft vore, pet prey, digestion)
 
Dhen was walking through a few shrubs at a brisk pace. The kobold left his usually bright tunics at home and relied on just a bandolier that held a set of lockpicks and a few other goodies. His blue scales and compact build were perfectly suited to hiding him in the dusky gloom as he made his way towards his destination. The kobold was mainly a potion seller and most of them he really brewed himself. But every now and then he had to deal with a customer who thought they could get a five finger discount just because he was a kobold, too weak to stop them from taking what they wanted and probably “stole everything anyway.” This was such a case and that was why he needed the lockpicks to make sure he got what he was owed. The bill for the stolen potions -including a handling surcharge, of course- was another thing he had wrapped up in one of the small pouches slung over his bare scaly chest. It was seventeen silver shillings, five of them being for Dhen’s effort of running all the way out here.
 
He pushed a few branches out of the way and then snuck along the shadows towards a well kept wooden house. This guy definitely did not rob him out of need, but more for convenience, but Dhen was going to teach him. When he got close to the door and pulled out his lockpicks, he caught the scent of a dog rising from under the door. Dogs could be scary for a breaking and entering kobold, as many could be several times his weight. Some might even be able to actually prey on him, but with a few more sniffs Dhen determined he was dealing with one of the carpet rat variety. Lousy guard dogs, but noisy.
With a satisfying click the lock yielded to Dhen’s dextrous fingers and he was able to push on in. The door was all kinds of squeaky so he only opened it as widely as necessary to squeeze through.
 
He did not get three meters into the house before the resident noise source ran up to him to chase him off. Luckily though the tiny dog was as dumb as it was loud. At least it was not great in terms of survival instincts. After all it was running right at what was technically a very small dragon. Dhen knelt down and snarled at the thing, getting it really going and when the yappy nuisance actually tried to pounce him, he just caught it in his clawed hands.
“Will you shut up?! I am trying to sleep here.” grunted the dog’s owner but no steps could be heard. The man probably just turned around and resumed sleeping.
“I can help with that.” whisper chuckled Dhen, before the kobold licked over his scaly lips and then split his jaws wide. The little dog’s barking somehow got even more erratic, annoying and pathetic at once, but the impotent noise was soon muffled blissfully as Dhen inserted the creature into his maw.
Terrible guard dogs, ok food, as he suspected. The taste could be better but he was not complaining since this was sparing him from having to cook this late. He lifted his head up and pushed the squirming nuisance down past his jaws. The broader scales on the kobold’s neck pushed apart to allow the canine prey to slide right in. Pale skin showed between blue scutes as Dhen’s firm swallows rippled over the dog’s descending body. With a few more pushed from his hands and some well practiced swallows, the squirmy snack finally descended, smoothly gliding into the kobold’s torso and putting a very noticeable swell into his midsection once it entered the stomach. Dhen was smiling broadly as he felt the prey’s impotent wiggles in his busy stomach and heard the joyful mix of muffled whining and a groaning digestive tract.
 
He got back on his paws, feeling a lot heavier but now, but also satisfied. His stomach walls were clenching around the dog firmly, slowly trickling some digestive juices from the walls and kneading them into the little monster’s pelt. His body had to focus on moving and thinking right now. There would be a time for concentrated digestion later on, but first he had to get out unharmed.
The kobold belched and then swallowed some air again. He knew that the dog was just some weird breed made by humans to be a caricature of real dogs and it probably was not technically its fault for being like this. But the dragon in him told Dhen that the critter insulted him, then lost to his skill and predatory prowess and thus deserved to be digested alive. It also felt really gratifying to the little draconoid to have a warmblooded meal squirm in his belly.
 
Weighed down by his lively meal, Dhen snuck up the stairs towards the bedroom of his “customer”. The kobold was good at reading people and this one seemed like the kind of guy who left his purse on the bedside table. So he skillfully avoided the creakier floorboards, relying on his very light sensitive eyes to see, even though there is nothing but a little moonlight coming in through small windows.
After a while he slips through a gap in the bedroom door, having to really clench his belly and hold his breath so his recently widened midsection did not push against yet another creaky door. And there he was, the snoring goliath who had held him by his tail and walked out without paying. Now Dhen was back and carefully placed the nicely written bill down on the bedside table before looking for the guy’s purse while also digesting his pet. Dhen was a busy kobold.
 
It turned out the purse was actually in the bedside table drawer, but in the end Dhen managed to pull it all off silently. He even gave the nasty man the change he was owed after fishing two gold coins from his purse. Sure it was risky, but Dhen was a kobold of principles and maybe having a full stomach made him a bit more generous. However he could feel the dog’s squirms slowing down already, causing him to hurry once he was done. He tippytapped out of the room, going faster the further he was away from the man. Once he was on the stairs he belched noisily, quickly restarting the former pet’s struggles with a fresh batch of air to ensure it would squirm and kick till the end. One of the noises did wake up the man apparently, just as Dhen was done closing the lock on the door again. He could not subject the guy to actual burglars after all.
“That fucking lizard!” thundered the voice, making the kobold chuckle despite the hated insult.
“Just wait until you find out where you “dog” went.”
When he walked back home, Dhen’s steps were almost as springy and bouncy as his belly.
 
 
When Dhen arrived back home he felt that his prey was just barely clinging onto life by a patch of bleached fur, so to speak. He ran up to his cupboard, pulled out an ominously green bottle and took a big gulp of the liquid. He shuddered at the taste.
“It sure needs some work.” he whispered, tongue extended from his maw in disgust but sure enough the effect was instant.
The potion calmed down his stomach somewhat. It was something the kobold had been working on since his youth. When you work for a dragon and are genetically programmed to worship them, the urge to feed yourself to them comes with age. But what if you could survive becoming food? That was the question behind a potion that caused his stomach acids to become neutral-ish and even made them fizz with oxygen. The side effects were burps and in case the predator still ended up keeping the prey inside until the effect wore off and passed their meal…. green poop. But it was working and the pesky dog was once more barking and kicking, now that it was no longer suffocating and only melting at a very slow pace and most of its agony had been lifted by the potion.
While it lasted at least. Eventually this -former- furball would become a green pile of mush, that much was certain, but a dragon, even a tiny two legged one, had to savor his victory first.
 
So Dhen put back the potion, put the coins he repossessed into the register of his shop and placed his adventuring bandolier back where it belonged. Then there was nothing left to do than to sprawl out in front of his fireplace and enjoy the evening, meaning the dying struggles of his canine feast, and wait for it to literally pass.
Once he was rested on that wolf pelt rug he had in a safe distance of his fireplace, the now naked kobold sighed deeply.
“Good you had not to witness what has happened to your distant cousins.” he giggled as he rested his head on the carpet wolf’s.
“All noise, no bite, but perfectly lunch sized. The flavour needs some work, but the satisfaction of removing such a yapping little pest from the world is an incredible sauce.” he said to the dead object he was resting on. As he daydreamed about what was going on in his stomach, one of his hands soon drifted to his belly, feeling up the firm, wiggly bulge.
“Your owner really should not have stolen from me. But to be fair, given the chance, I would have grabbed and eaten you in the streets as well.” he said. As if the dog could hear him, muffled yaps and noisy groans of stifled digestion came from under his hand. Spread scales shook and vibrated as his stomach noisily worked over its temporary inhabitant. Then the kobold felt another source of warmth lighting up, just below his swollen belly.
“Why not? I deserve this.” he sighed. He closed his eyes, imagining his dragon master here, the flesh sloughing off his prey there and could not decide which fantasy was helping his growing excitement spreading his scaly slit faster.
He settled for him sitting knee deep in the dragon’s genital slit while his master conjured an upscaled magical image of what Dhen’s stomach was doing to that pesky dog. The little kobold liked that.
His male folds spread and out came the quite impressively sized, aptly ridged and slit oil coated dragonhood of the blue kobold. With just how well fed he was, he could even engage in one of his favourite guilty pleasures: pressing his cock back against the spread scales of his working belly, maybe teasing his ridges with his fingers a bit but letting the kicks and squirms of his dying prey do most of the work.
One hour and two layers of almost dried kobold seed later, his potion lost its effect. He could clearly tell by the changed noises his stomach made and how the dog reacted. Its defiance was broken a second time and this turn around, Dhen did nothing to keep it alive, letting it succumb to whatever force might finally take its life, may it be suffocation or simply being melted into paste too much.
A third and very fresh layer of kobold essence was added to his thoroughly soiled scales as he felt the dog falling still and only his stomach’s busy noises, the crackle of the fire and Dhen’s content sigh could be heard. This was one great way of finishing a day.
 
 
The next morning, Dhen was a bit sluggish to wake up and definitely had a bath to catch up on. He opened his potion store a little late and to his surprise someone was already waiting for him. The angry, petless wannabe thief was here and his face looked more like a raging bull than before.
Dhen made a pathetic little ACK sound when he was grabbed by his neck this time and pushed into his store, lifted above the counter.
“What did you do with my dog, you thieving lizard.!” barked the man, since his pet was by now far too liquid to make such noises.
Honest as always and maybe relying on his insurance, the kobold nodded down towards his still slightly bulged midsection, where his stomach took care of the last few bones of his meal.
“You little pest! I will cut her back out of you!” threatened the man but he gave Dhen time for final words.
“Read… the… sign” he croaked and his tail pointed at an engraved bronze plate. Most of it was taken up by a very delicate coat of arms, but the rather bold “fine print” below made the guy turn white and drop Dhen down instantly. The engraving under the renowned dragon’s insignia read a very simple promise.
“If you touch my kobold, I will touch you. A LOT”
“He can hear you through the plaque, you know?”
A very long, very stammered apology later, Dhen found out just how wide kobolds could grin before it hurt. And he had never seen someone this big run that fast.