Subject T-0-B-1, or Tobi as the other subjects called her for the sake of brevity, was dreaming. She knew it to be so because she knew she shouldn’t be, on account of not being asleep. Floating in a tank of an unspecified liquid chemical compound with an oxygen mask and plugs lining her tiny draconic body was closer to suspended animation than sleep. While she wasn’t aware of her surroundings, her mind was too active to fit the definition of what she considered rest. 


She didn’t meet many definitions of things she knew without reason. Her earliest memory was being deemed a failure. Branded a kobold, she was too preoccupied looking at her shiny pink hands to listen for the reason why the intercom deemed her a failure. All she knew was that she’d been the 47th one, as tattooed on her pussy mound. 


She knew not her name or where she learned to speak. But when suspended in stand-by gel between missions, Tobi dreamed of a different life. 


It always started the same. Over the ocean on a primitive, though not what one would call ancient, boat. Stars dotted the sky in an endless expanse, much different from the night sky she saw on missions where excessive lights, city smog, and augmented reality advertisements harried her view.  


It was that difference that made her wish the dream lasted longer with a gaze above. But the boat would rock. She would grab the nearest railing with hands not her own and swear in an unrecognizable yet familiar voice. As if the answer was hooked on her tongue and pulling but she was reluctant to give it. Sparks trailed across the sky like a welding torch that cut out a door. The ocean current broke apart, forcing her towards it. She rushed to the steering wheel and tried to put the boat into gear but nothing worked. Gravity rocked her boat, knocking her out. She’d fall without end. 


Then she’d hit the floor. The real floor. “Operative T-0-B-1. You are required for a mission.” A voice rang in her inner ear. One of the many augments her master implanted her with after purchasing her from a Mox brothel was an internal messaging system. Better to give her direct commands and status updates on mission parameters. They happened enough to warrant it, though Tobi’s preference was never noted. 


Stretching, Tobi made sure to clean herself of the slime covering her svelte body as mission details came in. She, along with several other assassins, was to assassinate key members of an executive board. The name of the company was blacked out. Better to keep her in the dark in case of capture. Even if she couldn’t break under torture, having her brain hacked into wasn’t a risk her master was willing to take. 


She took the moment to observe her surroundings as the data streamed into her brain. The floor was cold, white, and so clean Tobi could see the radiating glow of the other vats spanning the distance. Inside were others like her, some kobolds, others more feral or human. Each she understood was not built by her master but purchased. They were later upgraded and trained, physically and mentally. Tobi remembered the training simulations that ran in her head. It’d taken place in a dojo of sorts, with each other unit kneeling beside her as though they were physically there. She wasn’t sure when it stopped, but it had when she was forming connections with her fellow assassins. It’s where she got the name Tobi, from another kobold designated S7N. He preferred to be called Sven. 


The data of her target pulled her back to focus. While it lacked his company, it carried names, addresses, biometrics, and personal tastes. Rupert Docher, her target, had a particular preference for kobold escorts. Reading his physical traits, Tobi couldn’t help but feel a little weak in the legs. A little personal fun before the kill was expected, so long as the task was completed. 


Her handlers, masked individuals in skin-tight bodysuits, applied a lethal poison into one of her finger injectors, as well as other various drugs to help deal with living obstacles. They then bound her arms and legs behind her in a hogtie, stuffing a thick gag in her mouth, then blindfolding her. Typical kobold escort transport made all the more apparent with gravity’s weight when they hung her in the back of a truck. There were no doubt a dozen tied kobolds dangling, bumping into one another with the momentum of the trip. Some were assassins like her, others were living sex toys for the party. The truck was stenched with their lust. Tobi was certain that her bare pussy was dripping on whichever unfortunate kobold was underneath her.


The mission parameters become gospel in the time it takes to arrive. No body count, no witnesses. She needed to split Rupert off from the party, his party no less, and inject him with the poison. Tobi realized she could simply walk up to him and inject him, but that seemed too easy. Besides, even if her target liked kobolds, her freedom in the party would be limited. Kobold escorts purchased en masse were not given the luxury of prowling through galas. 


Sure enough, she was right. Once they parked Tobi was not freed but carried by a rod with the others. Through echolocation with sirens pitched too high for unaugmented ears, she mapped out the entire trip up the building. 


At the top, one hundred and twenty-three stories from her count, the kobolds were carried out and released from their bonds. A thickset man in an ill-fitting suit paced over the carpeted floor, eyeing them like pieces of meat. Tobi wasn’t sure how much meat she had left to be considered such. 


“This is not an orgy.” The man stated, back straight and chest out as if he were uttering universal truths. “This is a sophisticated party. The fact that you diminutive freaks were purchased for this event does not mean you are free to act as your debased selves without care. If I catch any one of you engaging in lewd acts openly, I will toss you out the window, regardless of the replacement fee. You,” he pointed to a male kobold standing as stiff as his erection, one-quarter the length of his three-foot body. “Get soft. It is bad enough that the females are making a mess. Males should show decorum, whores or otherwise.” 


The kobold nodded and tried to soften himself up. Noticing his struggle and that the constant gaze from everyone seemed to enhance his erection, Tobi took his hand. With a nod she made him clench, forcing the strain into his arm so the cock softened. To everyone’s surprise, he was a grower, allowing him to access the party halls without any need for a loincloth. Not that they would be provided such, despite their host’s claim of decency.


Sighing with dull satisfaction and a mumble about his lot in life, the host stepped aside to let the kobolds inside. Classic music filled the air, mixed with murmured gossip of the masked guests filtering the scene. None of the masks did well to hide defining features if one knew what to look for, and Tobi did know thanks to her scans. 


Dignitaries, princes, crime bosses, politicians, celebrities, and more filled the party space. The women wore dresses of gold, silver, or crimson, each of extravagant designs while the men wore suits cut to their size. Tobi tried to hold her sigh at the sight of them, contemplating how her old world was no different. Then she stopped, thinking to herself about what exactly she meant by that before protocols buzzed in her head to keep searching for the target. 


It seemed that her company was not the only batch of kobolds released. There were many she didn’t remember seeing, some dressed in gold like the guests, some decked in piercings, and others dressed as slaves. Those were most numerous, with some forced to crawl and behave like feral beasts for their owners and others covered in full-body latex as breathing sex dolls. Tobi’s sensitive nose made her legs weak at their arousal.


Then she saw her target. Rupert. Hiding behind an owl-styled eye mask he conversed with another woman who had two kobolds at her side, both forced onto their elbows and knees by way of leather sleeves, their mouths held open by metal rings, and eyes covered by blindfolds. Pinpointing her hearing, Tobi gathered he was trying to negotiate time with one or both of the woman’s pets. Poorly.


“I can make it worth your while.” He argued, sipping champagne whilst she crossed her arms in disagreement. “Just for the night.”


“My lovely little pets aren’t here to be toyed with. This is a punishment for them.” The woman said. Tobi, confused, eyed the twin kobold pets again and found their privates were locked behind chastity devices. She’d brought them along to a sex party with no intention of letting them fuck. Tobi shuddered, thinking of no worse punishment for someone of her kind. Nor a greater thrill in tormenting them than enjoying herself before a punished kobold. She smiled at the idea, having a plan in motion before someone stood between her.


“Well aren’t you just a cute shade of pi–” He didn’t finish thanks to a quick jab from one of her fingers. The drug was fast acting, giving the user the impression of being drunk so they wouldn’t question the poison coursing through them. 


Continuing while the guest hobbled over into unconsciousness, Tobi kicked some pep into her step to give the impression of a gleeful and spirited kobold. Rupert and the woman were still locked in conversation on her approach. Only the bound kobold pets turned their heads to face her until she cleared her throat.


“Salutations, esteemed guests.” Tobi bowed and pinched her nonexistent skirt. “My apologies for overhearing, but I believe I can solve both of your problems tonight.”


Rupert raised his brow but smiled at the sudden prospect. The woman just tilted her head. “And you are?” she asked.


“Just a kobold,” Tobi stood tall and locked her arms behind her, exposing her lithe body. “One rented by the host this evening to offer pleasures beyond belief to their guests.”


“Oh. A bundled purchase.” Rupert sighed and shooed her along, turning to face his peer. “I swear people just don’t understand. A mass of kobolds is rarely if ever worthwhile. The places that sell them barely put any effort into training them. They just hook them up to machines. No art. No subtlety.” 


Machines were a part of Tobi’s training but she knew more of the physical touch than Rupert. So much so that it took a moment for her to realize her fists were clenched. “Sir, if I may be so bold, I am not some mass-trained tiny hole. I have a wide list of clients who enjoy me personally.”


“Then how come I’ve never heard of you…” His mouth held open in trying to find a name. Never an honorific, kobolds didn’t deserve those.


“Tobi. And you’ve never heard of me likely because my clientele is, no offense intended of course, above your paygrade. When I told you the host purchased us on mass, that was a little fib. In truth, we were donated to the host.” Glancing to the woman, who looked on with interest now, she added, “And I must say I adore the torment of your pets. There is no fate crueler than a denied kobold. If you would like, and if Rupert here agrees, I could take one of them with us so they may listen to everything we do. Leave them pleading to never disappoint you again.”


From the flush on the woman's cheeks, Tobi knew she was interested. The twin kobolds shuddering helped, with each backing away so far as their leashes would allow. All that was left was Rupert, who was deep in thought with a concerned look on his face despite the erection tenting his jeans. “You are presumptuous to use my first name so casually.” 


“I like to lay down the woodwork for my inevitable burnings,” Tobi said, grinning. “Or are you about to tell me you wouldn’t be interested in teaching an upstart kobold her place?”


He was thinking as she expected he would. Rupert loved kobolds, not because he enjoyed their small forms but because of the power it gave him. He was bigger, stronger. A kobold out of line is a kobold meant to be overpowered and pleading for mercy. His file read him as an emotional sadist. A bully. Tobi liked to twist bullies. 


“What say you, Miss Xing?” Rupert said, returning his attention to his fellow guest. “I can promise your pets will be humping your leg regardless of consequence by the time I am done with this one.”


“Ever boastful, Mr. Docher.” She teased, though her smile told Tobi she was enjoying herself. “Why don’t we make it a wager? I’ll let one of my pets listen while the other stays with me. Whichever has the most excited kobold will be the victor.” 


“And what would we be betting?”


She paused, tapping her lip in thought whilst scanning the room. Tobi sensed that she already had a target in mind and was building suspense. “Two percent of our portfolios? Negotiated with a lawyer present of course.” 


“The entire portfolio? Miss Xing, you are as ever the embodiment of risk. I will gladly take such a wager.” He reached for her hand to kiss it only to be given the leash of one kobold instead. His face did not measure his disappointment but the subtle tenseness of his muscles as he grabbed the strap and tugged the bound kobold, forcing it to crawl in haste as he and Tobi wandered off somewhere more private. 


Like all people of his station, Rupert had bodyguards. “Will they be joining us, sir?” She asked, running calculations on how to deal with them if that were the case. Rupert shook his head and ordered them to wait outside the door. The room they entered had the pleasantries of a middle-class hotel. Instead of a minifridge packed with expensive drinks, there was a container of condoms, lube, and various sex toys from dildos to paddles. 


She could have killed him at any time on the way over. One prick from her claw to inject the poison if subtle, or a simple kick to the back of his legs followed by a neck snap if she decided to forgo being quiet. Other instincts instructed Tobi against it, so she took a seat on the bed as Rupert tied the blue-balled kobold to a post in the corner. 


“I will be getting that two percent,” Rupert said, undressing. His cock bounced free from the elastic waistband of his underwear. Average for a man and hard as ever in her hands.


“Oh, of course, Rupert,” She said with a sultry voice, pumping his rod with both hands, “But allow me to start.” With his approval she let her long and thin tongue coil around his cockhead, soaking it with saliva before taking it into her mouth. Through breathy moans she suckled him, free hands cradling his heavy sack when they had no more cock to hold. 


With her gag reflex long gone she pretended to choke and gasp, both for Rupert’s amusement and to hear the strained leather twitch of the bound kobold. A small but not insignificant part of her enjoyed hearing it squirm as she enjoyed herself. It worked well enough on her target, who opted to clasp her skull as tight as he could to guide her along. There were no enhancements in his hold, nothing to stop her from breaking out if she so chose.


When he locked her down she feigned a struggle. So well was her acting that her body believed it, reeling in pleasure as if he could overpower her. Each gasp taken afterward burned her lungs. “Well, well, aren’t you the talented little whore?” Rupert teased, batting his cock against her face. 


“I-I live to please, Sir.”


“And yet you’ve got a mouth known for more than its deep throat.” He lifted her, easy to do despite her enhancements, and tossed her to the bed which creaked in catching her. Feigning a demure sigh, Tobi propped her ass up for the inevitable penetration to come. Instead of a warm cock spreading her lips apart she felt the unintentionally soft sting of his palm. Her reaction came a second later than he wanted.


“Apologies, sir.” She hung her head to hide her smile, “I was not expecting a spanking.”


“Really? After what you said?” His hand cracked down again. This time she played her wincing pain, subconsciously increasing her pain receptors to enhance his strikes. Better for it to hurt than play pretend, or else the bound kobold wouldn’t be so easily denied. 


“You’re a naughty kobold.” Each accusation was punctuated with a spank. “A filthy whore. A loudmouthed brat. You put on an air of regality while walking naked as a waterfall seeps from your legs. You dare think you’re capable of speaking to me like an equal? You’re nothing but three holes, one of which only has a voice box because people like me love to hear you beg.” 


“Y-Yes sir! I’m all that and more.” 


“You’re less!” He shouted on the edge of laughter. “You’re only cleaned out for clients, not yourself.” To her shock, he flipped Tobi to her back, “Hold your legs behind your head. Show me that moist kobold cunt.”


Tobi’s joints were designed so she could hold herself like she was double-jointed for as long as she needed. Perfect for infiltrating from within luggage or a suitcase. Rupert pulled a leather flogger from the many toys available. Heat swelled within her at the sight of every test swing. 


Then he hit her. The braided tails thumping against her cunt like several tiny fists at once. Forgetting her pain receptors settings, Tobi reeled her head back to cry out in shock and ecstasy as a wave ushered out her body. Rupert swerved aside, laughing at her squirting orgasm. 


He continued. There were no words, no commands, or rhetorical barbs about Tobi’s well-being. Just pure sadism in the mask of an eager youth interested in turning the pink pussy purple and red. Warning signs flared in her vision but Tobi’s subconscious masochism overrode them. She begged for it, forgetting her audience as she put on her show. 


Rupert discarded the flogger and crawled to bed. Without warning or care he lined his cock against her bruised cunt. Pain and pleasure mixed to a hellish blend as he sank into her. He slammed in when comfortable, not noticing or, more accurately, not caring about how she felt from the sudden force. Lucky for him, Tobi enjoyed it. 


Their room became a cacophony of mixed noise. The rocking bed, Tobi’s pained and pleasured grunts, Rupert’s huffing and whispers of degradation, and the gagged frustrated moans of the kobold forced to listen. Tobi was thankful for the earlier torments, having found they made up for Rupert’s selfish and lackluster thrusts inside her. All his talk about pleasing kobolds was egotistical, serving nothing more than to empower his fragile self-confidence. She could see the lines crack along his mask whenever she missed a moan or failed to whimper for more. Mistakes she made on purpose to see him struggle like a worm. 


But the pain helped, and her nature as a lust-filled kobold cyborg made even the tiniest of engagements fulfilling in their way. She locked her legs as far as they could go around his waist, urging him to finish inside her. One last pleasant feeling was more than he deserved. More than any of her targets deserved. 


New orders flashed before her eyes in the instant he buried himself all the way. Basking in the heat of his seed, she read the changes without blinking, trying not to raise her brow in confusion over it. The mission parameters went from eliminate to secure, with an escape path set in motion. All she had between her was Rupert, his bodyguards, and hundreds of floors. 


“Give me a moment,” Rupert said, cleaning his cock off with a nearby towel. “I need a moment to readjust myself. Hydrate. I don’t suppose you need to?”


She ignored him. With robotic precision Tobi rolled out of bed, jumped to his head, and jabbed one of her syringe fingers into his neck, silencing his protests whilst directing his flailing body back to the bed. The drug was fast aching and would last an hour, enough time for her to secure him wherever they needed to be. 


The bound kobold perked up. “Shh,” Tobi whispered, petting their head wistfully to ease their panic. “I’m sure your mistress will be pleased, but,for the moment, I need you to stay asleep. Think wet dreams for me, sibling.” One final jab into the kobold’s neck took the last of Tobi’s knockout drugs. Now all she had was the single dosage of a lethal poison, and her augmentations to break her out. Hopefully, she’d not need to use the former, as bodyguards were just doing their job. 


That question came to its head when one of the bodyguards, a well-muscled man in black shades and a suit too tight for his comfort, opened the door while Tobi was wrapping Rupert into a cocoon made of blankets and bedsheets. To Rupert, or perhaps his father if she thought about it, the help he hired was professional enough to draw and fire in the instant they had a clear shot. No hesitation when seeing their charge in danger. Tobi’s heightened reflexes activated, slowing the perception of the bullet to a crawl. Dodging it, she bounced off the bed to the wall and then to the guard, aiming to take out his legs and then strangle him out.


The gun sailed through the air in slow motion as the guard, unhindered, drew a knife and lashed out. Tobi grinned. Of course, his guards would have enhanced reflexes like her. 


She needed to end the fight fast because she had no idea what other augments he had and to avoid more showing up. His knife thrust forward in a barrage of stabbing motions. Halfway through dodging them, she noticed the front door broke under the weight of the next guard barreling through. Slower than his companion, his sluggishness revealed dermal plating across his skin as he tried to grab her. 


She caught the first guard’s wrist and set her hydraulics to crush. His wrist shattered into wires. The knife fell from his hands like it was sinking into the water, easier for her to catch and fling to the second guard. Most blades couldn’t pierce dermal plating so it bounced off, distracting the second guard enough to throw off his balance. 


The first guard locked a hand around her throat. Knowing her grip strength was stronger, she broke his wrist. This one was flesh and bone, eliciting a scream she silenced with a high-powered kick to the groin. He keeled over. Seeing his holstered taser she peeled around him. In one fluid motion, she drew the baton-like taser, climbed up the falling walking tank that was the second guard, and shoved the electrical end into his open mouth. With a click it whirred, sending enough jolts down his throat to knock out a normal person on skin contact. 


The scene played out in the blink of an eye. Tobi turned her enhanced reflexes off to watch the two guards collapse in real-time, one of which crashed into the closet. Trying not to sigh at the noise, Tobi picked through them to find a suitable sidearm for the rest of the trip. The elevator wasn’t an option, and the stairs were going to swarm with guards eventually. 


Cocking the pistol and grabbing her target, she remarked to herself it’d have been so much easier if the mission stayed the same. But she didn’t have a choice in that. Like the gun in her hand, she was just a tool. One much more adorable.