Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35674737-20181118143424

You owned a Kobold, a lot of people owned Kobolds. They were the choice pet for even the most staunchly resistant to Monster Girls. Many district laws have actually considered Kobolds as full on pets, thus sex with them was not allowed unless artificial insemination was involved.

You didn't mind—actually—you were sure your Kobold hated you to the core. She would do every small thing that could spark some kind of irritation from you, it was annoyong as fuck! First she would start stealing small things from your room, enough for you to catch on. Other times she would make purposeful messes just to ween any reaction. You tried to scold her but she simply has no respect for you.

The few times she you threaten to take her back to the pound, she freezes up. You're too much of a wimp anyway to do something like that to her. She's gotten used to the threat by now.

One day... She pushed you to the limits. One of the last photos that you had with your grandfather had milk spilt on it "by accident" she told you with a shit-eating grin. You saw the damage. Completely soaked. One of the last mementos of your grandfather and she sullied it.

Rage... Utter rage. Snapping your head in her direction you gave a death clench on the scruff of her collar and roared. "You bitch!" Using your free hand, you bestowed her the back hand and a red slap mark was clear as day on her face. Her jaw dropped when she realized what just happened. "I'm calling the fucking Pound and you're going back there you piece of shit! Fuck you!"

You marched back in your room and locked the door, you could hear here scamper on the carpet to your door begging you not to. You're tempted. Again the Pound threat was empty, except maybe, just maybe. You would call once and for all. You two weren't compatible anyway.

Then again, you still had compassion, but maybe that was you being a wimp again... How would you fix this? 