Main Pairing: M Human x F Kobold
Main Kinks/TWs: Dubcon, reluctance, interspecies, size difference, oral, vaginal, thigh fucking, cum swallowing, creampie
This story was done for an anonymous requester!~
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Another rush of sea air whipped past Aldin's messy, dusty brown hair. The deck lurched with the sloshing waves barreling against the hull. All around him, about a dozen or so of the ship's crew -- all men -- went about their assigned duties, some of them chatting or laughing among themselves while Aldin just stood at one of the guardrails and watched his hometown shrink further and further into a dark speck on the horizon.
Aldin wasn't exactly the talkative sort. He doubted he'd have much in common with the other crewmates, given that he was the youngest, just slipping into his twenties.
Faced with either joining the town guard, working at the family farm, or taking on the life of a shipmate... He had eventually settled on the last option. His father even managed to get him the position as a stock checker aboard the Salty Squid trading vessel, citing his talents with numbers and calculations.
It wasn't a glamorous occupation, but the pay was worth it.
"See you in two weeks, I guess," Aldin muttered as the shore finally vanished.
"Aye! Think we're payin' ye' to stand around, sunny?" A rough, thickly accented voice called out to him.
Aldin grimaced.
Collecting himself, the boy stood up straight and turned around.
Captain Bryce met pretty much every stereotype about a ship's captain. He was a portly, hairy-chested man in his middle ages, smoking from a pipe and sporting an unkept black beard. Two brown, beady eyes sized up the younger crewmate.
All he was missing were an eyepatch and a bird on his shoulder.
"N-no, Captain. I, um, guess I was just getting my bearings. Never been on a ship like this before," Aldin said.
The Captain squinted, lips pursing briefly in an intense glare -- before stretching into a yellow, crooked smile. "Aye, Ah' remember mah' first voyage like it was yesterday. Ye' always remember yer' first." He chortled. "Ye' get used to it, sunny. If ye' gotta puke, do it over the railing. Get any on mah' floor, and yer' cleaning it."
"Ehm, right. Of course, Captain."
"Course' Ah'm right. Ah'm the Captain -- and don't ye' forget it." He laughed again. "Now, yer' da' says ye' got some talent with numbers and whatnot. That means yer' on stock duty for the rest of the voyage. We got enough supplies for the journey, and it's yer' job ta' make sure everything's accounted for, and nothin's going missin', ye' hear?"
"Aye, Captain." Aldin nodded.
"Good!" Bryce said. Fishing through a pouch in his pants, he fished out four items -- some parchment, a quill and inkwell, and an iron key. "Ye' gonna need all this. Keep a record of the supplies, and if anything looks off, come ta' me about it. That there key is to the cargo hold, one of three on the whole ship, so don't lose it. And if Ah' catch a whiff of ye' takin' anything, it'll be yer' ass on the line, understood?"
The boy nodded quickly, taking the supplies as he tossed them over. "Yes, Captain! I wouldn't dream of it."
"Aye, glad we're on the same page then. In fact, how bout' ye' take a little trip down to the cargo hold ta' get ye'self familiar? Give ye' somethin' ta' do aside from twiddling yer' thumbs."
"Aye, Captain." Aldin said one last time, then sighed with relief as the pudgy man finally left him alone.
It wasn't as if he had much better to do, anyway. Gathering his supplies, Aldin ventured downstairs into the Salty Squid's interior, past the crew's quarters until he reached the cargo hold, sealed by a heavy wooden door. He unlocked and slid it aside, then stepped in.
The darkness was a welcome relief. A bit of light poured in from a few small windows along the top of the cargo hold, straining his eyes far less than the sun outside. At night, he'd probably have to bring in a lantern just to see anything.
Nothing struck Aldin as out of the ordinary at first. There were dozens of crates and barrels strewn about, clearly labeled as either the goods they were exporting or food and supplies for the crew. A musty smell lingered around the cargo hold, along with faint whiffs of salted meat, dried fruits, and nuts -- the staple foods for any shipmate.
Something else caught his attention. Picking it up, Aldin inspected a shred of dried meat with clear teeth marks. "That's odd..." he muttered.
The voyage had just begun, and as far as he knew, nobody else had entered the cargo hold since it was loaded.
A mouse, perhaps?
Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw something slipping into the shadows with a scuttling sound. Something clearly much, much bigger than a mouse. He barely caught a glimpse as it scurried past a few crates.
Aldin sighed. He never considered pest control to be one of his duties.
"Come on now..." The boy grumbled. Looking around, he noticed a rack lined with weapons, from swords, to spears, to crossbows -- presumably so the crew could defend themselves in case of a pirate boarding attempt.
He grabbed a short sword from the rack and slowly approached, keeping it raised in front of him. In truth, he didn't like the idea of killing anything, but he also didn't want to risk a potential bite turning into an infection out at sea.
The shadow moved again. Before Aldin could get a clear look at it, the creature already slipped away... But not before he caught a glimpse of its tail as it slid into one of the barrels with an audible thud.
Aldin gulped. He couldn't even imagine what it could be by this point. Swallowing his apprehension, he approached the barrel cautiously as if something would leap out at any moment, jabbing at it with his sword.
No response.
"Goddess-dammit... Fine, this is how you want to play?" Aldin said. Holding his blade in a clumsy defensive pose, he put as much distance between the barrel and himself as he could before knocking it over with a firm kick.
"Ahk!" Something shouted.
No, not something.
Someone.
Aldin stepped back as the barrel tipped over, and a mass of flailing dark-gray and tan came tumbling out onto the floor. In the dim light of the cargo hold, it took him a second to realize he was looking at scales. Bearing its sharp teeth in a snarl, the creature backed up against a row of crates with wild violet eyes. It sported a short, narrow snout, with two ivory white horns that curved back behind her head, somewhat like those of a goat or sheep.
It was a kobold.
"Stay back! I bite! And I have claws!" It shouted at him in a voice that was high-pitched, slightly tinny, and undeniably feminine.
"C-calm down!" He stammered, putting up his hands and keeping his distance from the stranger. "Just calm down, alright? Nobody needs to bite anyone. Just... What are you doing here?" Aldin asked. Given the circumstances, that seemed a reasonable enough place to start.
The kobold cocked her head. Her shoulders dropped a bit, but she still kept herself on edge and ready to strike. "...What's it to you?"
"Well... since I'm the one in charge of the cargo hold, whatever goes on in here is my responsibility. Finding a scaly little stowaway should concern me more than a bit, wouldn't you agree?" Aldin said, putting his sword away on a nearby crate -- close enough to grab if needed, but hopefully displaying that he wouldn't attack unless provoked first. "So let's try this again, okay? Who are you, and what are you doing hiding down here?"
Her diamond-shaped pupils narrowed as she seemed to hesitate for a second, the hostility on her face fading into a surly glare. "...Fine. My name's Tika."
"And I'm Aldin. It's, ehm, a pleasure to meet you?" Aldin rubbed the back of his head. His unexpected guest seemed coherent enough and willing to talk this out, which helped put him at ease... Even if that did complicate things more than dealing with a simple pest would've. "You didn't answer my second question though. What are you doing here?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm gettin' to that." The kobold grumbled. Dusting herself off, she stood up and flicked a piece of dried peach into her mouth.
Now that the two stood face to face, the sheer difference in height between them became clear as day. Aldin wasn't a tall individual by any means, but he pretty much towered over the diminutive lizard person. She couldn't be any taller than four feet, he guessed.
"Well. Let's hear it." Aldin crossed his arms.
She swallowed down the chunk of fruit and nodded. "Mmh! Alright, so... It all started at Lilith's Cove. Ya' heard of it?"
"Lilith's Cove? That's a gambling den, isn't it?"
