You were exhausted as you pulled into the garage. The last week at work had been brutal, and you were ready for a chill Friday night where you just sat around and played video games. The aroma of dinner filled your nose as you opened the door to the house and walked inside. Kobold, as you were now used to calling her, had been a kobold for about a month, and she was always sure to have a warm meal ready for you when you got home from work.
Runing to the kitchen you spotted the food sitting on the table, but something was different. Normally the kobold was just standing next to the table, holding her hands in front of her as she waited for you to return, but today she wasn’t there. Scanning the room, you saw squatting down in the living room with her hands stuck in her crotch, all while doing a small dance. At first you thought she might have to go to the bathroom, but you noticed a strange glistening from her hands and realized that they were coated in a thick but watery substance.
You looked her straight in the eye and asked “Kobold, are you ok?”
She raised her head, staring straight at you at you with a look of utter desperation in her eyes and said, “Master… please fuck kobold!”
“What?” was all you could manage to say in response.
“Please, kobold need Master to fuck. kobold… kobold hot… kobold not make explaining… need fuck. Please!”
You walked over to her and realized what was going on. She was in some form of kobold heat – that goo in her hand was kobold cunt juice that was literally leaking out of her, and her hands were clasped up against her…. slit? At least that’s what you thought she had, in the few weeks that she’d been a kobold you’d never really looked and, despite her lack of clothing, there wasn’t any obvious opening in her crotch.
“What do you?” you stammered, “I mean, how would I even fuck you, do you have a vagina anymore?”
The kobold slowly moved her hands up away from her crotch, wiping them off on the sides of her thighs as she did so, before she turned towards you, got down on her hands and knees, and lifted her tail. What you saw tucked between her thighs was a small, well hidden slit that would have been nearly invisible were it not soaked in the kobold’s own shiny lubricant.
“Kobold has slit. Master fuck slit!” she said in the most seductive tone that she could manage given her harsh, hiss-like reptilian voice.
Bending down, you placed one hand on either side of the slit, then lightly pressed two fingers in. The first thing that you noticed was how wet and gooey it was inside of her, while the second thing you noticed was just how cold it was. It was like feeling inside of a gutted fish, and as far from what you would consider to be erotic as possible.
You spread her slit apart, or at least as much as you could. She was so small that even with you fully stretching her, her opening was a little smaller than a quarter. Inside was cold, pink flesh that was drenched in the same goo from earlier, as well as two small orifices that you had no intention of probing further.
Again, nothing that you saw was sexy or erotic. Her anatomy was a tiny opening filled with cold goo that was entirely foreign to anything you’d seen before. Part of you knew that Molly was still in there, and you loved the girl she used to be, but nothing about this kobold’s body evoked the lust that you used to feel for her.
Letting go of her, you stood back up and tried to stare at the needy slit underneath her tail in an attempt to coax some stiffness into your cock, but you just couldn’t do it. You felt no lust, no sexual desire, no attraction whatsoever to body that was moaning in front of you. If Molly had been turned into a warm rock you might have felt more towards her than you did now, since at least that would been a pleasant temperature to stick your dick into. No matter how much you tried to will it, the idea of sticking your dick into that freezing slit just kept you from getting hard.
“I’m sorry Kobold but I just can’t,” you said with true remorse in your voice. You could see how desperate the poor thing was, but your bodies were just too incompatible for you to do anything about it.
“Please Master. Kobold need…”
“Kobold, I said no,” you said with a sharp tone, cutting her off. You wanted to help her, but at the same time Molly was always this needy about something. Her kobold brain had an overwhelming desire to please and serve, and over the past few weeks you’d learned that you needed to be firm with her. Letting her down easy just led to more begging and was worse in the end.
“If you need to relieve yourself, just go in the bathroom and masturbate.”
“But Kobold!”
“Enough, do what I said.”
The kobold rose to her feet with a look of profound defeat on her face, before trudging off to the bathroom. You spent the rest of the night eating your food then playing video games. It was only after a few hours when you went to the bathroom that you realized the kobold was still in there, sitting in the shower as she stared at you while she rubbed her crotch.
Dropping your pants, you began peeing in the toilet. Ordinarily it would have been a bit weird to pee with Molly watching you, but she was so insistent in following you around the house over the past few weeks that you had gotten used to it.
Finishing up, you asked the most obvious question that you could, “you’re still masturbating?”
“Kobold…” she panted, “Kobold not able to help self. Kobold go to bathroom because Master say but not able to fix.”
She couldn’t masturbate? Or she wouldn’t masturbate? You didn’t know, and her broken English wasn’t particularly clear on the subject. In any event, she had turned into a sort of malfunctioning AI where she was now stuck trying to complete what was an apparently uncompletable order. There wasn’t much of a point in letting that order stand, so you said “its ok, you can leave the bathroom. Do whatever you normally do but stop bothering me.”
You turned and walked towards your bedroom as the kobold walked towards her closet. This week had been stupid enough, and the last thing that you wanted to deal with was a horny, oversexed kobold that you had no intention of fucking. If she needed to get off, that was her problem at this point.