Please read the content warning below before reading this commission!

In Draconia, kobolds are seen as lesser beings… in fact, from the moment they are born, they’re raised to be livestock for dragons, a cut of meat just like any pig, cow, or chicken, despite the kobolds’ sapience. However, Charmyte doesn’t wish to be swallowed whole, as is the norm; she desires something… a little bit more brutal. Luckily for her, Never is happy to fulfill her request, take her to the kitchen, chop her up, and explain exactly what he’ll do with each piece of her meat as he butchers her all while she’s still living and breathing… until she stops breathing, of course.

This is a snuff, gore, and vore commission for {fa:Charmyte} and {fa:Neververy5}, in which Charmyte the kobold gets cut up by Never the Dragon in Never’s kitchen, all while Charmyte is still alive. It is an extreme and brutal piece, so please note that before going in!

CW: THIS IS A SNUFF AND GORE STORY! Snuff and gore are the main focus of this commission; there is a ton of blood, mutilation, dissection, and sadism/masochism involved. I would not recommend reading this unless you are specifically into those things. Although this is also a vore story, being into vore isn't going to be enough for you to enjoy this as it is.

One more CW, this story also contains some "dehumanization", as kobolds are treated like livestock despite being sapient. If that bothers you, this also isn't the story for you. 

This story contains: Snuff, gore, tons of blood, hard vore, willing prey, size difference, dissection, consensual snuff

Word count: 11,414

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	Life in Draconia was simple for many, difficult for others, and very short for the most unlucky inhabitants. In this world, dragons rule society, and all other anthropomorphic creatures are considered lesser, though especially near to the bottom of this list is the simple kobold.

	Dragons have particular needs to maintain themselves, and one of these needs is, of course, feeding their hunger. Although they are omnivores by nature, they possess carnivorous tendencies; unfortunately, no amount of non-sapient livestock is enough to satiate this desire. Many different species can help to satisfy their appetite, but the most preferable one is a close ancestor to the dragon: the kobold. 

	These relatively small, anthropomorphic, and sapient creatures make for legendary meals, to the point that a kobold’s entire life is meant to lead up to the moment when they get swallowed by a hungry predator. Some go willingly, some less so; either way, they all meet their end inside a dragon’s stomach eventually, traditionally going down their throat still squirming and breathing, with their tail being the last thing ever seen of them, slipping between a fire-breathing reptile’s lips. 

	Charmyte had lived her whole life knowing that, one day, she was going to be on the dinner plate. Now, she sat in the back of a moving wagon, surrounded by other kobolds, entirely cast in darkness, hearing only the muffled sounds of horseshoes clopping on a stone pathway and the rustling of her fellow tributes. They’d all reached the age where they were considered perfectly “ripe”, an age where they’d passed into their adulthood and spent a few years in that state, and were unlikely to grow any further in size. Char in particular stood out due to her pink-purple horns, and her slightly taller-than-average height of three feet. Unfortunately for her, that made her a prime cut of meat that any dragon would be eager to get ahold of. 

	Soon, they’d all be placed into a large cage, with their names all organized on a menu for a bevy of dragons to choose from. A few lucky kobolds might find they didn’t get chosen at all, though that just meant they’d be placed back in the same cage the next day, with their name at the top of the menu. There was no escaping this. Everybody had their ways of coping, and Char had hers, as well. 

Though, really, it was hard to consider this “coping.” 

Char was happy she was in the darkness, as it kept all the other kobolds from seeing how she was shivering and shaking. Nobody would blame her for being scared, but the thing was, she wasn’t - or, at least, she wasn’t just afraid. Rather, at least half of her body’s quivering came from lust, some carnal desire she had to be one of these meals. She’d never fully understood what was so appealing to her about slipping down a dragon’s throat and gurgling away in their stomach, but she couldn’t help herself - anytime she thought about such a thing, she found her breath getting deeper and her body getting hot. She’d often struggle to sleep at night, rolling around and squirming in excitement over the day when she’d be offered up as a meal; she desired it more than she desired anything else, far more than she desired to live. She’d had to train herself to keep her tail wrapped around one of her legs whenever this topic came up, otherwise it may start wagging and give her taboo thoughts away. 

While the whole wagon was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread, Char was filled with excitement, horny excitement, at the thought of her dream finally coming true. She could only hope the dragon who chose her shared the same kind of passion for this act as she did.

The wagon eventually began to slow down, and the kobolds heard many more voices around them; it seemed they’d arrived at the market. To keep anyone from potentially escaping, the back of the wagon was pushed right up against the cage’s open door, and the flap was open. A dragon clad in light armor commanded, “Alright, dinner lizards, into the cage.” Char tried not to blush at the term “dinner lizard” being used for her; it was one of many names the meal-made kobolds were called, and she couldn’t help but like it a lot more than she should’ve. 

All the kobolds did as asked, lethargically walking inside, keeping their heads down for the most part, except for Char - she couldn’t help but look around and enjoy the scenery of the bustling marketplace going on outside of her cage. Although the most stand-out customers at the market were the very large dragons roaming from stall to stall, there was a mix of animal-like species all walking on hind legs, especially more predatorial ones. Leopards, wolves, dogs, birds of prey, and other mammals with sharp teeth and strong digestive systems filled the area, though the kobold did see a few more prey-like customers. They were uncommon in such a predator-heavy area, and they rarely lasted long, but some had the skills and the guts to defy the standards of their species. Char was certainly not one of them - even if she’d had the chance to escape the prey life, she wouldn’t have taken it.

	Once they were all inside, the cage was closed, and they were all locked in. Guard dragons stood at the gate, while some others seemed to be taking stock, checking an ornately gilded menu to make sure every name was correctly entered and accounted for, along with a list of attributes that may make some kobolds more appealing than others. The dragons were huge in comparison to the tiny reptiles - most of them towered as big as 10, 11, or 12 feet, standing on their hind legs, the world made to operate based on their larger size. That only further made it clear that kobolds had a very particular place in this society: on the dining room table.

	After they’d all been accounted for, dragons were already beginning to line up, talking to a suit-clad red dragon who seemed to be in charge of things here. The kobolds weren’t being sold, necessarily - rather, every contributing member of dragon society was afforded one kobold every year, whom they’d be given the pleasure of swallowing down whole. Slowly, kobolds began to be chosen and carried off; some opted to use a cage provided by the handlers to remove their new prey, some chose to just manhandle and carry off the usually unresisting meals, and a few chose to just grab their pick by the tail and glrk them away right then and there. Char’s eyes widened as she observed that particular one, a buff, unbothered dragon simply gulping one of her fellow dinner lizards down her throat without even so much as a single bite to chew it. The female kobold with the irresistible desire to be eaten herself found her face lighting up a very bright red as she watched the scene, her small, shaking claws clicking against each other, her breath heavy and deep. That could be her, any moment now… 

	The ninth or tenth dragon to come up for their turn was a particularly elegant, more refined diner. His scales were a dark purple, brilliantly reflecting the sunlight reaching in from above in the open market space. His underside was a lightish blue, soft, but with clear strength hiding right beneath it; his arms and legs carried heavy amounts of muscle, highlighting his clearly strong physique. His tail dragged on the ground behind him, violet spikes going down from his back and onto the floor-scraping appendage, a hard, pointed tip on the end that could easily bludgeon any uncooperative meals into quick submission… though, given his clear strength, he would probably be able to shove any unwilling meals down his gullet no matter how much they fought back.

	As he approached, he took the menu into one of his hands, his silver claws grasping it tightly. He pushed his black-rimmed, square-lens glasses up, his raspberry-red pupils scanning the list and reading off each listing with clear, caring, careful interest. He didn’t skip a single one, other than those that had already been crossed out; he knew what he wanted, and if he didn’t find it today, he’d be back the next day, and the next, and the next, until he laid eyes on the perfect specimen to add to his diet. He ran his other hand through his long, flowing, amethyst-purple hair, between two large, rounded horns. 

	Char found herself breathing heavy yet again as she watched this one in particular; her face was glowing strawberry-red, her legs quivering in excitement. She knew, for certain, that if anyone was going to take her today, she wanted it to be this dragon. Being handled by those strong arms, held by the tender padding on his hands, his claws holding her tight and digging into her scales as he examined her with his devilish eyes… She’d seen many dragons whose stomachs she’d wanted to be inside of, but this one in particular was the best of everything she’d ever seen. She went back and forth, looking from his eyes, to his belly, watching his chest slowly rise and fall as he very carefully read over every single detail… Char couldn’t help but let her tail sway. 

	Finally, the dragon’s eyes seemed to settle on a kobold he found more than acceptable… in fact, it seemed she was perfect. Her listing read:

CHARMYTE SEETH
Female | Three feet tall | Two-foot tail | Black scales | Red Pupils | Pinkish-purple horns, claws, and tuft of fur at the end of tail | Average strength | Lean body mass | 47 kg | Digestion rating: easy difficulty | Swallow rating: medium difficulty | Obediency rating: extremely obedient

	“Hmm…” The dragon considered, rubbing his goatee between his fingers. This one seemed particularly good, so much so that he found it surprising that she hadn’t been picked earlier… he had to wonder why. He looked up into the cage, trying to find a kobold to match the description, though with the taller-than-average height and the pink horns, she ended up being easy to spot. 

	Charmyte gasped a bit as she watched the dragon’s eyes suddenly move directly toward her, staring at her directly, skipping over every single other kobold. She held her claws closer, her blush turning to a deeper crimson, as he examined her body from head to toe. Every single one of the kobolds was naked; few of the livestock reptiles cared about that, as being so near to death kept them from being bashful, but Char couldn’t help but want to hide her private parts, though she kept from doing so, knowing she wanted to be appealing. What she did want to hide was her eagerness, but she entirely failed. She couldn’t keep her hands and legs from shaking, her tail flittering back and forth faster and faster, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Her lips quivered as his eyes narrowed on her; other dragons had looked at her before this, but none of them had examined her for so long, looking her over from head to toe, seemingly giving thought to exactly how every single one of her body parts would feel sliding down their throat…

	“I’ll take this one,” the dragon said, loud enough for Charmyte to hear his deep, raspy voice, with a hint of sophistication and elevated tastes behind it. His eyes never left hers; they locked together, almost like two lovers falling for each other at the same time, though their particular relationship was significantly more dire, and would be far shorter than the grand majority of romances. “No cage - I’ll carry her myself.”

	“Alright,” the guard responded; he opened the kobold container and reached in, grabbing Charmyte by one of her horns and effortlessly lifting her up and out. Relative to the inherent strength of a dragon, she was small, frail, and light, making it easy to transport her. The guard didn’t say a word to the kobold, rather handing her over like a butcher handing over a selection of raw meat; he held the prey up to the pred, just dangling in the air, nervously looking up at her new owner… and down at her eventual resting place. 

	“Thank you.” The dragon reached into one of multiple black tote bags he’d brought with him, each full of ingredients from the market - vegetables, fruits, spices, meats, dairy products, anything you could imagine, and seemingly even a set of expensive cooking knives - and, out of it, he pulled a pink leash, complimenting the kobold’s horns and tail surprisingly well. He grabbed the kobold, wrapping one of his large clawed hands around her stomach and holding her in the air that way, his grip strong on such a tender part of her anatomy… she could feel the warmth from his body and the strength in his arms as he easily held her up. The collar had a buckle; he unbuckled it with one hand, placed it against her neck, and used his hard-pointed tail to hold it there, re-buckling it with his other hand. His tail was incredibly strong and was slightly pointed, jabbing lightly into the lizard’s neck, in an uncomfortable way, but she certainly didn’t mind - she was basically just a grocery at this point, anyways; she didn’t need to be comfortable…

	Finally, he placed her down with surprising gentleness, and held the end of the leash, leading her like a pet. “Come on,” he commanded. “We’re gonna go somewhere a little more… private for this. I’d like to really enjoy you.”

	Charmyte’s heart skipped a few beats as his strong, deep voice spoke directly to her, having a hint of gentleness behind it and a whole lot of desire and firm resolve. She was 100% doomed, and she loved that she couldn’t do a thing about it. “Y-y-yes, s-sir,” she responded meekly, trying not to yip as her head grew steamy. She walked a bit behind him, watching his tail sway from side to side, many other dragons around them all looking her up and down with hungry expressions… nobody would deny that he’d chosen a good one. 

	“You’re Charmyte, correct?” He said, surprising the kobold. She hadn’t expected to be treated like anything more than meat.

	“U-um, y-yes, it is,” she responded, her voice as quiet as she could make it while still being audible, entirely contrasting the dragon’s louder volume. 

	“I’m Never, though I expect you to continue referring to me as sir, or dragon.” As the two walked, they soon reached the end of the bustling marketplace full of stalls, and entered into a more established village, with multiple buildings set up for various purposes and businesses. “Not that it’ll matter for long… this should be a good spot.” Never changed his direction and headed down a back alley; Char quickly followed along so the leash didn’t end up dragging her across the ground. She wanted to ask where they were going, but it wasn’t her place to speak. 

	The dragon led her behind one of the buildings, where a heavy shadow blocked out the sun and hid them both from the view of any pedestrians or locals. Nobody was in sight, and they were positioned between two buildings, so the space was somewhat small and unlikely to have anyone coming across it any time soon. “Alright…” Never undid the buckle on the leash and let it fall to the ground; Char looked up at him, a bit surprised, only to see his eyes looking down, trained right on her, the slightest bit of drool dripping from his lips. He licked them, running his pink tongue across them, giving Char a peak into his maw… a place she’d soon be seeing far closer. “Feel free to squirm or struggle as much as you’d like on your way down - I like the way it feels to swallow a fighter. Though once you’re in my stomach, you might as well just relax - you’re only gonna speed up your digestion if you try to resist at that point~” 

	“W-wait… y-you’re doing it r-right now?” She said, flinching in surprise from his words, holding her hands together as he leaned down, his figure tremendously towering over her. Her survival instincts caused her to have a look around the alleyway, to try to find an escape. But, as soon as she turned her head, one of the dragon’s hands wrapped around her neck and shoved her against a stone wall, forcing the breath out of her lungs. He gently rubbed that neck of hers, so tender, and so fragile. “O-oh gods…” she murmured, her eyes getting wider as he stepped closer, his body hardly an inch from the lizard, his stomach loudly growling with hunger for her. 

	Never leaned down further and said, quietly, in a hushed tone, “Why wouldn’t I? I don’t wanna wait - I like eatin’ you little ones fresh, and I’m hungry.” Despite his low volume, the words rang in Char’s ears, making her feel like she might melt in front of him. His face was right over hers now, close enough that she could feel his breath against her face, could see the inside of his mouth when he talked, the cavernous, fleshy expanse that she’d soon be filling… it was a huge maw, one she would fit into easily, and his throat was large too, like it was made to swallow snacks like her… He slid a claw across her neck, not cutting into it or making her bleed, but pushing it in just enough to make it a bit harder for her to breathe, to make her legs want to give out underneath her, but he held her in place, of course.

	She went to speak, but he was squeezing her throat now, just slightly, enjoying the sight of the fear in her eyes and on her face, loving the way she shook and shivered without being able to do a thing to stop him, frozen in place. His lips curved into a smile. “Well, I don’t think I’ve got any reason to wait any longer - I have groceries and ingredients that need to go someplace cold. But luckily for you, you’re goin’ someplace hot, very hot… hot enough that it’ll melt you down. Have a safe trip.”

	His mouth slowly opened, unhinging itself; he made a show of it, revealing just how big it could really get, stretching far further than the kobold had expected. He gave the meal a good, long look inside, at the wet walls, at his tongue laying below it, at the saliva dripping from the roof and down onto his tongue, webbing between his sharp teeth, a bit of it even dripping onto Char’s face and slowly rolling down her scales. She’d already seen his throat, but not in such detail - the round hole only got darker and darker the further it went in, the uvula like a guard to it, a guard she’d likely feel on her back when she was swallowed whole… that is, if this dragon didn’t have any interest in chewing a bit before he swallowed… which she didn’t think she’d mind much. She was pretty certain her bones would easily give way to that strong jaw.

	Before she could fully prepare herself, his tongue slid out of its chamber and felt her chin, her throat, and the mouth began to creep nearer… Her snout soon passed the barrier of his lips, and he just got closer and closer, slowly covering her vision, the bottom of her head sliding across his tongue, approaching his throat, just waiting for him to bite down or close his lips and make the first big gulp that would send her sliding down his gullet…

	“W-w-wait!!” the kobold suddenly said, finally finding it within herself to speak up. The dragon paused; these scaly creatures were supposed to be taught not to resist, and he’d never had a kobold like her acting so eager, then suddenly wish for him to stop. Given she hadn’t struggled or tried to run even once so far, he decided to be kind. 

	He pulled his mouth away, letting the head out, and closed it again, leaving Char’s face slick with saliva. “Yes?” he asked, his tone of voice surprisingly gentle, lacking any impatience. “Do you have a final request, or something of that sort? I won’t make any promises that I’ll grant it to you - it won’t matter much when you’re in my gut.”

	“Um… I-I do, i-if you’re willing to hear it out…” He loosened the grip on her throat, letting her speak with less strain, but his fingers still remained wrapped around it, guaranteeing she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. “I don’t think you’ll mind it that much!”

Never raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so? And what did you have in mind? Go on - don’t make me wait too long. My belly is expecting to be filled with thousands of calories of broiling kobold, and I don’t like to fail to meet its expectations~” The stomach growled again with perfect timing; the kobold gulped as she watched it move ever so slightly with the sound.

	“I was just t-thinking… well, I noticed you have a lot of cooking ingredients, a-and I saw your new set of knives, a-and, um, i-it made me wonder…” She gulped again; it was difficult to talk to a dragon like this, like she was an equal and wasn’t just butcher produce, but she had a feeling the only possible punishment she could pay for her actions would be getting eaten, and that was going to happen either way, so why not speak up now? “D-do you think, maybe, you could, um, t-take some time to… p-prepare me? Like, cook me, and then eat me?” She’d never stopped blushing, but now, the blush was partly from embarrassment from making such an odd request. But she had to ask - the thought was making her heart skip beats. 

	“Hmm… you want to be cooked before I eat you? What an odd request. I expected something like, one last meal for yourself, or some time before I finish you off. I have a feeling you’re not just tryin’ to run away…” He put a hand to his chin and thought for a moment. “Kobolds are traditionally meant to be swallowed whole; I’ve never considered waiting and preparing one properly… but now that I think about it…” Again, he looked her up and down… and suddenly, in his mind, he began seeing something: many, many different cuts of meat, all of which could be prepared into their own separate, special meals, delicacies made from kobold flesh. It might’ve been considered a little too barbaric to do so normally, even for a society like this, but if the kobold was specifically asking for it… well, how could Never deny the request? He’d always enjoyed cooking as a hobby, and he’d likely rarely get a chance to work with a rare ingredient that wanted to be an ingredient. 

However, if he was going to do this, he had to go all in… and he wanted to make sure he really enjoyed it. “I will, but I want you awake for most of the process. If I’m gonna cook you up, I plan to make use of every little bit of you, and I’m gonna be treatin’ each part especially well. And I want you to be awake as long as possible to see it happen. I’ll make sure it’s not painful, but it is certainly gonna be a tad… gruesome.” He put particular emphasis on the last word, rolling every syllable off his tongue; Char felt herself swooning. 

	“Gods… p-please~” She whimpered out, unable to articulate anything further as her brain turned to a mushy mess of horniness and excitement. 

	“Then it’s settled.” The dragon buckled the leash back into place. “Come on - it’s gonna be a bit of a walk. You’ll have some time to think about all the dishes your body will end up as.”

	“Mmm… y-yes, sir~” she said, feeling a certain kind of passionate, horny fear she’d never experienced, something far more intense than usual, her every instinct begging her to escape this situation while her desperately prey-set mind begged her to make it as bloody as she could for herself. 

	Her last moments were going to be moments to remember… though she wouldn’t be around long to remember them.

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	“Here we are.” Never walked the kobold into his living space, a cavern befitting a dragon. The stone floor and walls were particularly perfect for dragons - their anatomy made it so that breathing fire was second nature, and could sometimes be hard to avoid (especially during sicknesses and the like), so having a living space that wouldn’t be turned to ash upon contact with the brutal heat of a dragon’s fire was a necessity. Many other dragons lived in stone houses, but for those who could afford it, having a full cave was a very nice luxury, and a great showing of status.

	The dragon walked the kobold into the dining room, a large space with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a long mahogany dinner table (the wood having been pressure-treated to be fireproof). “Take a look, meal - this is where you’ll be served. I’m planning to invite some friends over for a dinner party to enjoy the dishes you’ll be turned into - I think there’ll be enough for at least twenty people, if not more. I hope you’re happy to know you’ll be enjoyed by quite a few stomachs.”

	Char was delighted at that notion; she hadn’t expected to be used so thoroughly, and to be enjoyed by so many people! Being a delicious piece of meat was her dream, and it seemed she’d get even more than what she’d hoped for with it. 

	Neighboring the dining room was a kitchen area, with a very elaborate set-up. Multiple refrigerators and freezers kept to certain temperatures using ice and air, iron stove tops, stainless steel countertops with an array of any appliance one could think of for cooking, and containers stocked with any ingredient you could get at the market, and some you couldn’t. The dragon began unpacking his tote bags, placing everything in its proper spot, though the set of knives went right on the countertop. He was going to be using them very soon. 

	“You have so much…” Charmyte murmured, not expecting to be heard, but Never responded.

	“Dragons have big appetites. It’s why we eat so many cute prey like yourself, and still find ourselves lookin’ for more.” He reached underneath the counter and opened a large cabinet, then pulled out a huge cutting board, conveniently four feet long of finished wood. Without warning, he grabbed Char by the tail and lifted her, causing her to yip in surprise and squirm in his grasp, until he laid her down on the board, stomach-up. He then dug through a farther-off cabinet that was packed with medical supplies, and pulled out a pill bottle full of painkillers. “You’re gonna need a whole lot of these,” he said, pouring out five. “It’s hardly a safe amount to swallow usually, and they are made for dragons, so they’ll be especially effective on you, but you don’t need to worry much about the effects. You’ll be gone before it matters.”

	The kobold's lips quivered at the last few words; that was true - she’d be dead, likely within the next couple of hours… The fear that crawled along her nerves somehow only made the whole situation even more appealing to her, her mind so messed up that she couldn’t help but love the feeling of death at the dragon’s claws being so near. The dragon held the pills up to her mouth and gently tilted his hand; Char opened her mouth, let them fall in, and swallowed them all dry. 

	“Let me finish up the last of my preparations.” The dragon placed out a few more tools, pans and trays to place the cut-up meat onto, some cloths to soak up the blood… and a manual meat grinder. He explained, “I have a feelin’ there are gonna be some parts I can’t directly make into anything, and some bits that I’ll cut too small to make them usable… so I’ll just make those bits into ground kobold meat. I’m sure you’d make for some good reptile burgers or hot dogs.”

	“Mmm…” Char stared at the meat grinder; it was such a perfect tool for her… “S-sounds d-delicious…”

	“You will be. Now…” he grabbed a cloth; he had working, running faucets and plumbing set up in his cavern, using a nearby waterfall to power it. He placed the cloth under the sink and covered it in cold water, then used it to clean off the kobold from head to toe. “It’s not good to work with dirty meat… though I’ll likely have to remove your scales anyways, so it shouldn’t matter much. Still, I might try to find a use for them, maybe for decoration.”

	“M-mhm…” Char couldn’t help but think about her flesh, entirely de-scaled… what a mental image…

	“And of course…” He reached for an apron hanging off the wall, a white apron, with only the smallest stains on them. “I’ve got a feeling this is gonna be a lot less white by the time we’re done, but it’ll be a nice bit of memorabilia of our time together. Now, let’s see, where to begin…” He traced a claw across the various parts of Char’s body, mentally separating them, cordoning them off by what their uses would be, sizing her up like a butcher. “It’s probably a bit too early to slice into the stomach… How about we get this big thing under control?”

	He grabbed the kobold’s tail; Char hadn’t been able to keep it from flittering to and fro, wagging excitedly. His strong grip held it down against the table, his hand sliding down its length, feeling it up. “First, we’ll have to get rid of this…” he grabbed a small paring knife from the new set; each one was well-sharpened, gleaming in the sunlight that sailed in from various windows and openings. He put a hand near the end of the tail, then placed the blade between the tail and the beginning of the tuft of fur. He then dragged it down, easily and meticulously removing the one place where the kobold had any semblance of hair or fur, something that definitely didn’t belong in a meal. Char didn’t feel anything physical, but the emotional sensation of her pretty pinkish-purple fur being chopped off… it was a nice way to start her butchering. The dragon casually swept the fur into a trash can; Char would never see that bit again… “I’ll have to do the same with your horns and your claws, but those can wait.”

	“R-right,” Char said, finding she wanted to be involved in the process, at least a little… 

	“Now, onto the rest of the tail. Though, just to be sure that the pain meds have kicked in and I don’t have you beginning to scream and thrash on my counter…” He pressed the tip of the blade into the side of Charmyte’s stomach, pushing, watching the skin compress against it, until finally, the scales gave way, and the knife sliced shallowly into the flesh. 

	Watching that happen made the kobold’s skin crawl in the most visceral way, her body visibly being mutilated in front of her… but she couldn’t feel any pain, rather, only a tingling sensation, some indication that she’d been cut, but not a sensation that was joined by any kind of burning or piercing torment. “T-they’re working,” she said, as a small bit of ruby-red blood dripped out onto the counter.

	“Good. I didn’t want to have to strap you down - it’s a bit more fun if you can move your head and prop yourself up to watch what’s happenin’. Now, onto the tail. A meat cleaver would be more effective here, but I’d rather use somethin’ a bit more elegant.” He switched knives; for the shaving of the tail, he’d used a small paring knife, a tiny blade made for smaller tasks, but now, he needed something bigger. He pulled out a full chef’s knife, a foot long of shiny metal with a sleek black handle and an edge that could cut rays of sunlight. He honed the edge on the back of another metal knife, the scraping sounds of metal against metal signaling the lead-up to Charmyte’s quickly oncoming demise…

He placed that sharp edge about four inches down from where the tail connected to the body, letting the lizard feel the cold, metal touch against a sensitive part of her scales. “I happen to know a bit about kobold anatomy - I always liked knowin’ exactly what I was digesting. Now, though, I can put the knowledge to use. Your tail is divided into two main parts: the main tail, and the tail chuck. The chuck is about the first three or four inches of your tail where it connects to your body.” He ran his knife along that part for emphasis; Char watched and listened intently. “The rest is your tail proper. They’ll need to be cooked in different ways, so I plan to chop them separately.” He placed his blade back into position, between the chuck and the rest of the tail. “Ready?”

Char swallowed; she knew this likely wasn’t going to hurt, but having a part of her body chopped off was such a viscerally terrifying thought… and that would be her reality soon. She’d never feel her tail wagging again after this… She huffed, her face growing red. She nodded. “G-go ahead, s-sir…~”

“Alright.” He held the tail firmly, raised the knife into the air… and slammed it down onto the tail. The kobold immediately flinched as she watched the sharp edge cut through scales and go right into flesh, digging an inch deep, not quite cutting through all the way but making a sizable difference. She felt her tail pulsing and tingling with a strong, piercing sensation, but still, it was not painful - if she could, she might’ve held onto her tail for comfort upon seeing such a thing, but she wasn’t going to be able to hold onto that tail for any longer soon enough… She tried to keep it from swaying as best she could, but it was still moving at the end. The chef used his hand to keep it steady enough to cut safely… and he dug deeper, slicing, pushing the blade down and dragging it at the same time to cut through the scales, scissoring through nerve endings, making it so the kobold felt less and less sensation. The tail began to move slower, and slower, having less connection to the brain to power it. 

Char got a good view of what she looked like on the inside - her pink, fleshy meat really did resemble what she’d seen at the marketplaces… though, here, there was a lot more blood. She watched her red vital fluids pour out from the area of the cut, pooling on the chopping board and the steel counter below. “That blood’s gonna take a lot of cleaning, but I’ll have to worry about that later,” the dragon commented. “The steel counter is good for this sort of thing - much easier to clean. This isn’t exactly the most sanitary way to do things, but us predators are made to handle that. And besides… watchin’ it flow out of your body is satisfying~” Char was surprised to find that she agreed; she could feel the vital fluid leaving her system, her body getting lighter, as her sliced-up blood vessels poured out their contents, her heart pumping the liquid right out of her body… she realized then that she’d be dying of blood loss rather than anything else… though that didn’t seem like a bad way to go in that moment. “Once I’m done cuttin’ you up, I’ll hang some of your pieces outside, to let the excess blood drain out.”

“Right… n-naturally, of course,” the meat lizard replied, through shaky breaths. Such care was being put into her dissection…

Eventually, though, after getting a bit more than halfway through, the dragon reached bone. “Hm, almost forgot about that… well, I guess we’ll need the cleaver after all.” He grabbed a meat cleaver, another one from his new set of knives. It was huge, the metal square-shaped, with a mean-looking black handle and a sharp blade. He positioned it carefully; reptile tails tended to be made with many little bones all connected together, to allow for a lot of flexibility and movement, so he aimed directly for one of the connecting joints. He lifted it into the air, as he’d done with the chef’s knife, and he slammed it down with even more force than the knife before.

Char yipped and felt a shiver rush through her body as she watched her tail be chopped clean off; it wasn’t painful, still, but the sensation was intense. She could feel the burning feeling of the cleaver going right through her flesh and bone, and after it was over, she still felt like her tail was attached; she even tried to move it, and she felt like she was, but that was just her chopped-off nerve endings returning a false signal. She stared at it, lying on the table, limp, entirely separated from her body… speaking of her body, the hole the tail had used to occupy was now bleeding profusely, enough to make her mouth hang open in concern and fear.

“Hm, interesting.” The dragon lifted the chopped-off tail and took it to the sink; blood drained from the point where it was severed. He turned the water on, and watched as it all swirled and swirled down the drain. He brought it back to the counter and dropped it onto the surface, the sound it making being a bit of a wet slap, a little bit of the remaining blood gently leaking from it… Char could see the end of the severed bone still inside. 

“I believe it would be best if I grilled this and chopped it up further - it would probably be good in a salad, or maybe cubed and served as part of skewers, with some other vegetables added in. Tomatoes, bell peppers, mushrooms… I’ll prepare a variety, all with kobold meat at the center of it. And maybe some cubed chicken meat as well, to see how the flavors go together.” He took his knife and chopped off some of Char’s flesh, right off of her body, where the tail had been connected. He picked up the small piece and casually tossed it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing, scales, flesh, nerves, veins, and all going down his throat, raw. “A bit chewy, though that’s hardly a problem for my teeth, and it tastes good. I’m sure it’ll be even better cooked.” Of course, predators were made to be able to eat meat raw - otherwise, how could a dragon like him have handled swallowing kobolds whole? The best part of this whole thing was that he’d get to sample his dishes the whole way through.
	
“These scales can be removed with a chef’s knife or a paring knife, but my new set includes somethin’ made just for this.” He pulled out another knife, a bit of an odder one, with a somewhat serrated edge. “This is a scaler knife - you can imagine what it’s used for. Watch.” He pushed the knife against the scales with force and slowly slid it across, putting enough pressure that the scales propped up and fell off, cascading onto the bloody steel countertop. “This helps me avoid damaging the skin at all while I remove the scales. It’s handy, isn’t it?”

“D-definitely…” the kobold said, watching the process of her tail being scaled with interest. “Wow…”

“And now to fillet you and remove the bones.” He took the chef’s knife again and cut right down the tail, then reached inside, pulling out the bones and setting them aside. “Your bones will be good for broths - I plan to get all the nutrients I possibly can out of you.” He then cut off the tip of the tail and threw it in the meat grinder, and of course, used it, making Charmyte watch and listen to the sounds of a bit of her body being mushed up into a pile of ground-up, pink, very bloody meat… “And that’ll probably only be good for one burger or so, but I’m sure I’ll have more pieces to use, like the flesh from your hands, feet, fingers, and toes. It’ll be nice and juicy, and it’ll smell great, grilled right outside the cave.”

	“Mmm… r-right… o-of course,” the kobold responded; she felt like she was in a dream. The blood loss was already making her a bit woozy, but not so much that she couldn’t handle it. She could hardly believe that the immense amount of blood pouring from her flesh was hers.

	“Next, let’s take care of this.” He grabbed the cleaver again. “Spread your legs for me.”

	The kobold did as told; there was nothing more odd feeling than spreading her legs so that the rest of her tail could be chopped off of her body, but still, she did it - honestly, she preferred spreading her legs for this reason rather than any others. She winced a bit as the cleaver chopped through the place where her tail connected to her body, the tail chuck being cleanly removed with only a single swing - dragon strength really was unmatched… “I’ll take care of preparin’ this piece later - I think it would be best braised. I think I’ll use it to fill some burritos or tacos - maybe I’ll make a little taco bar for the guests to make their own. Sounds good, doesn’t it~?”

	“R-right, t-that does sound really g-good,” Char agreed; she loved hearing how each part of her was going to be cooked and served.

	Even greater amounts of blood poured out now; the dragon leaned down and peered into the hole. “I’m starting to see more of your insides now - you’ve got a lot in there. I’ll have to make sure to really make use of it - I’ve never had stomach, kidneys, or heart before, but I’m sure they can all be made into their own delicacies with time. Though, if I can’t find any way to cook them, I’ll just swallow them whole. My gut can handle that.”

Char’s lips shuddered; the mix of her pleasure and blood loss was making her mind into a hazy mess… she was absolutely adoring this. 

“Next… Well, how about we keep workin’ our way up?” He grabbed onto one of her feet and pushed it against the wooden chopping board. “Your calf here will make for a perfect drumstick - I’ll be saving these for myself. I can roast it right as it is, and I’ll keep the bone in, too, so I can hold onto it while I eat the meat right off. It might be good deep-fried or breaded too - I’ll have to experiment. Either way, it’ll be a delicious snack. As for your thigh, that’ll make for many very nice steaks, probably the most tasty and high-class part of you. I’ll make sure to prepare each one carefully - I’ll have to cook them while my guests are arrivin’ to make sure they all get their preference for how well-done each part is. As for your feet, the bones will make them hard to use effectively.” He placed the knife between two of her toes. “I’ll have to slice all the flesh off, and I’ll just be throwing that in the meat grinder. You don’t mind, do you?”

The kobold let out a shaky breath. “N-n-not at all~”

“Good. Hope you’re ready - you won’t be walking again after this, or standing at all, really.”

“G-gods…” The kobold wiggled her toes; it was the last time she’d ever get to do that…

“Alright, first…” Using the chef’s knife, he placed it at her ankle, lifted, and chopped. Char flinched yet again, but still, no pain; she just watched as a deep incision was made, blood quickly cascading down from the cut… The dragon moved the knife to the cartilage between the bones and sliced through it, chopping the foot entirely off. Char felt sweat dripping from her forehead; she tried to wriggle her toes on that foot again… and of course, they didn’t move, the nerve endings visibly severed. 

Never brushed the foot to the side, then moved up to the knee of the leg. He grabbed the cleaver for this one. “Next…” He brought it up, and slammed it down, making a clean cut that severed that entire section of the leg from Char’s body.

	“Ah!” The kobold yipped, not from pain, but just from the palpable sensation and the speed at which the chop had been made! It was still crazy to see her body being mutilated like this, all while she was still alive to watch it happen…

	“Doin’ ok?” the dragon asked, as he grabbed a cloth and wiped the immense amount of blood off the blade of his cleaver. It splattered onto the counter, and a bit onto the floor… His apron was splattered with drips of blood all over it now. “Need more painkillers?” 

	“N-n-no, I-I’m fine…” Char said, breathing much heavier than before, her cheeks having a bit of a bluish tint from the loss of oxygen. Her eyelids already felt heavier… “P-please continue~”

	“Happily. Turn over just a bit for me, would you?” Char did as asked, moving slightly onto her side, making it so the thigh was a bit easier to access and cut cleanly. “Perfect. Here it goes.” He raised the cleaver again, and, with surgical precision, slashed through where the thigh and body met. Char bit her lip and watched as more of her pretty red vital fluid drained out of her body, all over the dragon’s fingers, his blood-soaked claws making for a gory sight. “Looks delicious,” he said, picking up the piece of thigh and admiring it. “This is gonna taste amazin’, and I always preferred mine rare anyways… why not have a sample?” He used the scaler knife to slice off the scales, then cut a sliver of steak, only the bone putting up a fight against his blade. Char watched with eager passion as he lifted it to his mouth, opening his wide maw again and placing half of it inside; he bit down and tore half of it off, quickly chewing and swallowing it. He then threw the other half right in, and did the same. The GULP! was so loud… the kobold found the sound so charming, and loved watching the lump go down his throat… that was a part of her body, being consumed as food. 

	“It tastes amazing.” Charmyte had never received a compliment better than that. There was nothing she hoped for more. “I’ve never really enjoyed a kobold in such a precise way, tasting every bit of your meat as it comes off instead of just digesting it all whole. I may have to convince my next victims to go for this same treatment… though I doubt any of them will taste quite as good as you~”

	“T-thank you~” Charmyte said; she felt like a chef herself, who’d just served a meal to a very happy customer, that meal being herself. 

	“As for the next leg, we’ll just take the whole thing off.” Without giving the kobold time to process the full removal of her legs, the dragon simply grabbed her thigh and pulled her so that she’d lie on her other side, and without hesitation, he cleaved right through it. She shuddered as she watched it come clean off, feeling the buzzing, electric sensation of tons of nerve endings being cleanly cut; it was so good…

	“Another part to prepare later - don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure those steaks are especially perfect. I’ll season them well - salt, pepper, maybe garlic powder, onion powder, some paprika… we’ll see. Or, well, I’ll see.” He rolled her onto her back again; she hardly had the autonomy at this point to do it herself. “Next… well, honestly, this all is makin’ me a bit curious about something. This next bit is gonna be very gruesome… how do you feel about seein’ what you look like on the inside?”

	Charmyte could hardly speak at this point; her words were incredibly strained, but somehow, she was holding on. “Mmm… i-inside~?”

	“Mhm. I’m thinkin’ I’ll slice you right down the middle, from between your breasts right down to the bottom of your stomach.”

	She couldn’t possibly have thought of something hotter than that… “I-I’d love t-t-that~”

	“Aww, seems like I mangled you so much that it’s getting hard to speak. Well, this is gonna make it a lot harder. Hmm… maybe before I do that, I should take care of your arms, just to make sure you get to watch the process. You make for such a cute little audience member to your dismemberment, I don’t want to end the show early. Let’s roll you over.” He flipped the kobold onto her stomach, a move that caused much more blood to flow from her leg holes and tail hole. It was now falling off the counter and dripping onto the stone floor. “Hm… there’s gonna be a lot of cleanup to do, but it’ll be worth it. You’re such a messy girl, aren’t you?” The dragon chuckled to himself as he stretched out one of the kobold’s arms, and went into his usual lecturing on kobold-anatomy-for-chefs.

	“First, the hand.” He raised the chef’s knife as he spoke, aiming for the wrist; Char turned her head to look as best she could, eyes following the rising blade… “Like the feet, not super usable for anything in specific, so kobold-burgers it’ll be. I’ll save your claws though - they’ll make for a cute necklace. Say goodbye to one of the most useful parts of your body~” He brought the knife down and cut nearly entirely through the wrist; it took only a few more slices to complete it. The kobold watched as her hand, easily one of the most vital parts of her anatomy, aside from her organs, was cleanly removed… there were so many things she wouldn’t be able to do without it… And her only remaining one would be gone soon… that remaining hand trembled more than it ever had before.

	“Next, the length of the arm - all of this can be roasted. It’s not quite as good as the steak I can make from your thigh, but it’ll still be a delicious piece of meat. I’m unsure how I’ll use it yet, though - probably will be best if I cube it or somethin’ similar, mix it into a few other dishes, like what I’m doing with your tail. I’ll have to do some taste tests and see; it might be good as part of a pasta dish. If I can’t make anything good out of it, though, then the meat grinder will make sure it gets turned into somethin’ nice - maybe sausages or hot dogs for this one. How does that sound to you?”

	“Mmm… d-d-delicious…” The kobold murmured; it was getting extremely difficult to stay conscious now. She was imagining her meat on a grill, being seared and cooked to perfection, placed in between two burger buns or the u-shape of a hot dog bun, topped with sauces, veggies, and then slid into a hungry person’s mouth to be bit into, chewed up, swallowed, digested…

	“Here goes.” The chef chopped the midsection of the arm, leaving only a small bit at the top; he moved it to the side, and let the blood spill out, adding to the mess. “Quite a lot of nerve endings here - bodies really are amazing, aren’t they? You need such a big nervous system to move all those little bits of your body, especially your fingers. Well, you don’t really need them anymore - you’re just meat, after all. Isn’t that right~?”
	
	“R-right… Gods…~” Char agreed, her lips turning up into a dumb smile. 

	“Very cute. Now, the rest here is called the chuck, similar to the tail chuck. I’m gonna roast this - it’ll be another piece of meat I’ll have to determine the usage for later. Any particular dishes you’d like me to make with it? I’ll be happy to honor your request.” As he awaited Charmyte’s answer, the dragon placed the chef's knife against the base of the remaining chuck of arm, and slowly began to slice down, taking a bit longer with this one to give his prey time to think.

	“Hmm… oooough…” The sensation of the arm getting cut off, combined with trying to talk, fried the kobold’s brain; she struggled to speak as it was happening, her lips quivering and stuttering with the effort. “Mmm… M-maybe… um… y-you could slice it up and glaze it? A-and same with the other side… b-but maybe, b-breaded…”

	“Those both sound like very good ideas. I’m not totally sure I’ll use these exact pieces of meat for those - I’ll have to see how they taste first - but I’ll certainly make sure I do that with some parts of your body, promise.” The knife cut through; the chuck fell off. The kobold was now nearly smooth from head to waist, no more arm in the way. “Let me quickly cut off your other arm.” He did so; another clean cut, with the cleaver this time. The kobold barely reacted, aside from a murmury yip and a shiver… her arms and legs, all brutally chopped right off of her body, all to be cooked separately as their own special dishes for the consumption of dozens of people… 

	“Looks like you’re a full-on amputee now, dinner lizard. The point of no return was quite a long time ago, but now, it’s really too late to back out.” The dragon chuckled again; the kobold mumbled in horny agreement. It was incredibly difficult to articulate her thoughts now; she was still functioning, but she wasn’t going to last long.

	“Before I flip you back over, your back actually has a lot of very high-quality meat on it - I’ll be gettin’ most of the main dishes from here. First off…” He gently rubbed her ass; the kobold was still sensitive to his touch, making her blush with what little blood she had left to go to her face. “Your ass will make for a nice roast. But one of the real best parts is gonna be this~” He moved his hand up, feeling along her back, up just a little above her ass. “This bit will make for an amazing sirloin steak. I’ll definitely be eating that myself, I can promise you - it’s one of the most luxurious bits of your meat. Right above it is the short loin, which will make for more high-class steak - I’m gonna have to have quite the big dinner party to make sure every part of you gets eaten up. And by the way… I am gonna make sure you get eaten, from head to toe. Not a single thing will go to waste - it’ll all end up in someone’s belly, especially my own. I’m probably gonna have enough leftovers to eat you for weeks.”

	Charmyte found that thought so oddly comforting… this really was what she’d always wanted~

	“Next…” he reached to her side and felt along the area of her body on her side, near her breasts. “These will make for short ribs. They’ll be great braised or roasted and eaten right off the bone, with a little char on them - I’ll have to make sure to cook them well, and add some barbecue sauce. Maybe a little cookout is something I’d oughta do with the leftover parts of you after the dinner party. And then, of course…” He came back up to her back, right along her ribs. “You can probably guess what these will be: baby-back ribs. Some of the most classically tasty parts of your body. This will be wonderful grilled - I’m gonna really enjoy biting the meat right off the bone, with a heavy dose of seasoning and some barbecue sauce as well, or maybe some tangy honey mustard. Though I’ll be sure to try it without sauce as well, just so I know exactly how you taste.” He leaned down and whispered into her ears, I’m gonna be sure to bite into every bit of you, to make sure there isn’t a single area of your body that doesn’t end up in my stomach~” She shuddered again… she couldn’t believe her luck. He was the predator of her dreams… and speaking of dreams, she didn’t have long until she drifted off into a very permanent sleep…

	“That’s all for your back.” He flipped her over once again; her face looked rough now, as did the rest of her body of course, laying in a pool of her own blood, vital fluid spilled everywhere. Her cheeks were turning purple; her eyes were barely even open. Her ears, though, could still hear everything Never was saying. “Might as well go over the rest of your body before I cut you open.” He grabbed the chef’s knife, and placed it against one of her breasts. “Brisket is one of my favorite types of food, and your breasts will be perfect for it. Personally, I really love a beef brisket sandwich with a bit of coleslaw, tons of that well-cooked meat between two pieces of bread or burger buns, it’s amazing. I’ll make sure you’re the same way. I won’t remove these until you’re out - I have a feelin’ you won’t survive the sensation of me cutting into them, considerin’ how far gone you are.”

	“Mmm…” was all Char could respond with.

	“Strugglin’, aren’t you? No surprise there - I’ve really mutilated you. It’s only gonna get worse, though. Before I cut it open, I’ll say…” He gently rubbed her stomach. “This part will be best cured. I can turn it into a few different things; I’m not totally sure what’ll be best, but I think cutting it up into strips and grilling it like bacon will be quite nice as an addition to a big breakfast. It’ll also make for good sausages - I’ll try both. Failing those, though, it’ll work as good lunch meat.” He placed the chef’s knife between the kobold’s breasts, just below her neck. “And now, what we’ve all been waitin’ for. Time to open you up like a birthday present.”

	Char shook just the slightest amount as Never dug the knife into her chest, not so far as to get to her organs, but far enough to slice the flesh up. He pulled it down, slowly, slowly, slicing her open, until he reached the base of her pelvis…

	“Oh, almost forgot about this.” The kobold had a slitted dick; he reached into the slit with his claws, and gently pulled the hard, aroused thing out, making the kobold’s brain swirl with more lust at the sensation. “How cute~” He took the knife and placed it against the base of the little shaft. “You’re lucky you’re anesthetized - otherwise, this would be very traumatic. It still might be, honestly.” Without waiting for a response, he cut into it, the dick giving enough resistance that he had to slice a few times, blood spurting from the point, blood that would normally be making the shaft hard and ready for action… “No need to cook this… Can you still see me, kobold?”

	“Mmph… y-yes…” She murmured; her vision was blurry, but she could make out vague shapes, at the very least.

	“Good - just want to make sure you can watch.” He opened his mouth, and placed the hard shaft on his tongue. He then closed his maw, and… GULP! “I’ve always wondered what a kobold dick would taste like… that was delicious.” He licked his lips, which were now covered in blood, mostly from the bit of thigh he’d eaten earlier. 

	“Now, back to the guts.” He took the knife, and continued to bring the cut down to the base of her body, or at least, what remained of it. He then went to the left and the right, and did the same at the top, making it so her stomach would open up with two big flaps going to the sides. He reached into her with his claws, being as careful as he could not to touch anything yet, gripped the flesh, and pulled it back to reveal the full contents of her guts, laid out before them. “Wow, the body is such a wonder, isn’t it?” Her lungs, heart, her liver, her stomach, intestines, kidneys, bladder, all of it was out in the open… still somehow functioning, too, despite the kobold looking like a science class dissection. 

	“As for all of this… well, if I start eating it now, you’ll be dead pretty quickly, but I promise you, I’ll be samplin’ and swallowin’ every bit of your organs. I’m so curious how they all taste. But to get at them, well… I can’t have this thing in the way.” He slowly wrapped a finger around one of the ribs of her rib cage… and then… he squeezed, and turned his hand, just at the right angle, to snap that bone in half. The kobold responded with a heavy, shuddering breath; having her ribs broken was an indescribable sensation… if they were all broken at once, at this point, it’d be too much for her to handle, so she was lucky the dragon wasn’t feeling the urge to feel a living kobold’s bones snapping in his fingers…

	“Seeing your heart and lungs out in the open is especially fun, and scary. It makes me think…” He gently put one of his claws against her heart, extremely carefully… he felt it beating and pulsing against his touch. “With one little push… it would be lights out, no more Charmyte. Isn’t that excitin’? Maybe that’s how I’ll end it for you, if you manage to survive that long with all this blood drainin’ out of you.”

	Char really didn’t think she would survive that long… but the thought of her heart itself being within easy access to her predator… she would’ve squirmed, if she had any limbs left to squirm with…

	“And all of your guts, laid out right before me… how could I not enjoy that a bit?” He took both of his claws and reached inside of her, below the rib cage, into her digestive system especially. “You won’t be needin’ these anymore, so I’m sure you won’t mind if I get into them a bit.” He slowly moved his fingers through it, being rough, with no care, mushing organs into each other that would no longer be needed, turning some parts of them unrecognizable, his hands absolutely drenched in blood as he did so; the kobold shook as he did this, drool dripping cutely from her lips… “I never thought I’d get to feel my claws being in a kobold’s gut. This is quite nice. Too bad you don’t have your limbs - I’d love to watch you squirm while I do this. I can just imagine how cute it would be.” He pulled his fingers out; he left a big mess… he’d better get moving if he wanted to place the finishing touches on her before it was lights out.

“Hmm… I think that’s all of you accounted for.” He brushed a finger against her cheek, leaving a streak of blood on her scales, and leaned closer to her face. “You’ve been a lovely little ingredient for me, darling… but I think it’s time that we end things. I’ve held onto you long enough. Though, there is just one last body part I want before I puncture your heart…” He placed a claw between her lips and carefully pulled them open. “Your tongue will be a special delicacy - another thing I’ll be keepin’ for myself, after I simmer it. I’ll probably serve it on a plate of some greens, but for the most part, I’ll be enjoying it as is, in multiple bites. Any last words before I cut it out?”

	“Mmm… t-thank you…” was all the kobold could force out at this point; she held on as much as she could. She wanted to see things through to the end; she wanted to feel Never ending her life via her heart… Until then, though, her mind was filled with thoughts of all the amazing dishes she was going to be turned into, and how tasty they’d all be, prepared with care and love…

	“You’re very welcome~” He grabbed his chef’s knife, held the tongue between two claws, and pulled it out as far as he could. “I’ll have to pierce your heart right after this so you don’t choke on your blood too fast, so this is goodbye. I can’t wait to eat you all up.” He brought the knife to her tongue, as far down as he could get it… and sliced right through, rendering her incapable of speaking, or using her mouth for anything else… not that she needed to say anything more, anyways. Her maw quickly filled with blood, so much so that it dripped out of her open mouth and filled her throat, dripping down to her lungs, a process Never could just barely see through the outside of the lungs. “Looks like I’d better move quickly. Goodnight, Charmyte~” He put a claw against her heart… waited for just a moment, felt the last few beats, the slow, gentle pulse, a little lullaby for the kobold’s final rest…

	…and he dug his claw in, instantly killing her. 

	Her heart went flat; her lungs deflated, her eyes losing their light and fading quickly. Her head fell limply against the chopping board. If she’d had her limbs still, they, too, would’ve fallen flat, but of course, they were already as motionless as could be. 

	The dragon chuckled to himself as he walked over to the sink, putting his hands under hot water, watching as blood and bits of guts washed off and swirled, swirled, swirled, all down the drain in a big, red mass… “Thanks, Charmyte. You’re gonna make for some of the best meals I’ve ever had or prepared. I’d better get things going~”