"Kobold Vult"

Oh look! It's a crusader! A very, very short and scaly crusader.. Ah hell, it's another kobold!

Name: Alba
Race: Mighty Kobold!
Sex: Male? Probably.
Age: Who can tell with kobolds?
Height: Barely past 2 and a half feet (76cm)
Weight: 26 pounds, out of that armor (11.7kg)
Eyes: Golden
Religion: DEUS VULT! REEEE!


    Where did he get that armor from? Why does he think he's on a crusade? No one knows the answers to these questions, probably not even the kobold himself. It would probably be rather cute, seeing him pretending like he's people. That is, if he didn't have a bad habit of swinging that sword around looking for infidels..

    Somehow, some way, the little kobold has gotten it into his head that he really REALLY needs to liberate the Holy Land. Of course, he just hasn't figured out WHERE the Holy Land is.. Or WHAT the Holy Land is for that matter. Oh well, such trivial concerns are unimportant to a righteous Kobold Crusader! Besides, all those turtles and monkeys are probably infidels... Probably.

    Standing at an absolutely fearsome height that would impress no one outside of a pea-pod pixie, this crusader is bedecked horn to tail in the finest mail armor. Exceedingly rusty and second-hand mail armor sized at least two sizes too big for his tiny body, but he doesn't complain. The ill-fitting nature of his coat and tunic makes it none too difficult to spy that no one bothered telling this little crusader that he's supposed to wear something under that armor. Indeed, a step or two in the wrong way and people can just make out his little sack and green member.

    He's not just armored for the quest, but armed as well. This little holy warrior wields a mighty greatsword! Well, to him it's probably a greatsword. To anyone that armor isn't hanging off of, it's a long sword at best. Maybe a bastard sword if they were marginally short. But for him it requires two hands to hold, thus it's a greatsword! When it's not being swung around in the hopes of hitting something the little guy can claim was heretical, it's usually slung across his back in it's worn, leather scabbard. Like his armor, the sword and it's sheath are a bit on the old and knackered side, though that doesn't make it any less effective in use. Again, seems as if this little gallant isn't the original owner.

     And, surprisingly, the little guy seems as if he knows how to use it. When he thinks no one is watching, he can be found swinging that sword about in what could generously described as 'practice'. Often the little thing ends up knocking over boxes and tables with his impassioned swings. Of course, they were probably heretical as well.

    Catch him without sword in hand and actually speaking to the tiny crusader? Well, that typical kobold timidness starts to take hold. Especially around the more stately races of the feminine persuasion. The little guy tries to come across as noble and gallant. But his illusions crumble pretty quickly in the face of breasts. Or breasts in the face, both work equally well. He is remarkably well spoken for a kobold, though. And at times he may even use words never uttered amongst kobold kind. He might even be capable of the astounding feat of being able to read! Clearly, this alone must validate his holy quest...

    And to which divine light does this tiny crusade ower his allegiance? That answer to that is... unclear. It's doubtful even the kobold himself has an answer. Regardless he does seem completely convinced he's a holy warrior, and occasionally even preforms some feats that could attest to that. But of course, it could just be coincidence. Everyone knows kobolds care crazy.

    Once gotten out of that armor, a task that might be harder than one anticipated, the image of a diminutive crusader is all but completely shattered. Like any typical kobold, he's scaly and reptilian, with short little horns and clawed hands and feet. In his case, his scales are a bright, leafy green, small and pebbly, they are actually rather soft to the touch.

    A portion of that softness is likely because, rather than the strapping physique of a battle-harden templar, the kobold boi has the physique of a pear. Quite bottom-heavy, his chest is narrow, but toned. Further down one comes to the ample pudge of his belly. Quite the makings of a muffin top, should the little guy ever manage to squeeze himself into some pants.

    And that task would be pretty difficult for him. His hips are exceptionally wide, with plump thighs that jiggle slightly as he walks. Of course, this leads to his rather prodigious rump. Two fat, green globes squished together, propping up his short, chubby tail. Those soft mounds jiggle and jostle as he walks, large and plump enough that even his long mail coat can't completely hide their curve.

    Around front, one would find that he is indeed male, at least from appearances. For a kobold, he has something to be at least a tiny bit proud of, his little green member a bit above average for his kind, resting draped over a small, tightly plump sack of orbs. But compared to nearly everyone else in the realms, it's adorably tiny. A little wet-tipped cocklette that gives off a surprisingly feminine musk. Any with a nose for such things could easily mistake the little boi for a remarkably adorable female.

    And that pretty well describes the odd little kobold, once one gets past the armor and the playful bluster of being a holy crusader. He's almost painfully cute, effortlessly and unwittingly putting himself in positions and predicaments that flaunt charms that straddle the line between adorable and perverse. No wonder he's usually covered in chain mail. It's likely much safer for his squishy little ass that way..

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    Alba is quite odd, and a bit blustery at times, but he's actually rather sweet and friendly to someone who's nice to him. Even to ones that stop being nice. He's prime rape-bait for someone looking to take advantage of his squishy rump. Particularly herms and shemales. Girls with huge cocks are free to treat him like your girlfriend, your wife, or just your cocksock.


    Faves:
Herms and Shemales
Huge Girlcocks
Size-Difference
'Normal' races with animal cocks
Non-con and Dub-con
Sex in the middle of adventuring
Painful Anal
Painful Oral
Bodily harm from sex
Cum-inflation
M-preg
Teasing
Groping
Cuddling
Breeding
Cock-slapping
Girls bigger and/stronger than him
Animal cocks (especially horse cocks)
Calling him your wife
Extremely deep and messy kissing
Cock bulges (including full-body ones)


    Likes:
Females
Careless, unintentional 'abuse'
Cock-socking (leaving your cock in him while doing other things)
Internal Watersports (oral and anal)
Dangerous Sex (cock so big he shouldn't survive it)
Calling him your girlfriend
Dressing him up
Gaping
Anal Prolapse
Boob-hatting
Ball-hatting
Handling him roughly (even if you don't mean to)
Prostate crushing/popping



    Maybies:
Zoo and Beasts
Light bondage (very light)
General Watersports
Typical master/slave relationships




    Nevers:
Men, males, dudes
Scat
Bloodplay
Undead/Vampires
Bugs/Plants/Aliens
Tentacles
Latex/Oozes/Rubber doll types
Heavy bondage
Whips, chains, and other boring BDSM stuff
Trying to change him or alter the character
People that freak out because he's a kobold
People that freak out because he's small
Letting the Saracens occupy the Holy Land




    Ideally, he'll someday end up the 'wife' of a girl who's much bigger than himself, and who's hung like a draft horse, whether he agrees with it or not. Don't worry if it seems mean or if hugging him cracks a few ribs. He'll quickly come to love it and try to be the best little wife there ever was.

DISCLAIMER
    Don't take this little kobold too seriously. A silly concept with a silly execution. If you find him offensive, you're probably a filthy heretic

(Avenger Build)