This page showcases all the fan art and fan fiction created by fans of Kobold Adventure. You can click each individual image for a larger resolution one which will open in a new tab. Each creator has their own section below. For an overview of creators, please see the credits page. Note that this page is not safe for work. If you are not of age, close this tab (and leave Kobold Adventure in general).
A wonderfully colored version of Kobold Adventure's first real loading screen.
A well-made drawing of a freshly enslaved Moe.
Moe drunkenly climbing onto a bar to steal tips.
The merchant had told the kobold they'd be paid ten coins to sit in the box for thirty minutes. Nobody said anything about being ridiculed by the crowd, or being forced to suck dick in return for their freedom.
Moe with her legs crossed.
Moe in a maid outfit!
Moe took a sip of the wrong potion before visiting Seki.
Moe tried playing frogger with some of the local wildlife. Turns out that bending over for an erect amphibian was not the brightest of ideas.
Female Moe playing with honey and sucking dick.
Moe enjoying a delicious meal!
Moe being handed a pair of eggs to throw at a bird in the stocks.
A more humanoid Moe.
Moe the assassin.
The kobold isn't even trying to keep the tentacle away.
Sticc versus rocc, the eternal debate.
Moe accidentally drank an aphrodisiac potion, mistaking it for a fourth bottle of FemPlus.
Cassidy, honking her tits like they're car horns.
Cassidy, with one of her breasts exposed.
Moe, fingering herself.
It's Popmoe the sailor 'bold!
Cassidy and Seki, as fantasy RPG party members!
Moe, visiting a store run by a bad dragon.
Katia telling Moe how it is.
Katia and Moe coming to a mutual conclusion.
Swole Moe. Memes are fanart too, right?
Moe finding shinies.
Moe sitting at a table.
Moe from Easter Island!
Moe waking up after passing out at a tavern.
Moe realizing what their purpose is in life.
Ruby being fucked by Calamath, an original character not featured in the game.
Saphira being fucked by Calamath, an original character not featured in the game.
A drawing of Moe, with or without clothing.
Moe, about to be eaten.
Moe, having taken several FemPlus potions.
A Vulpix having sex with Moe. Courtesy of umbr30n.
Moe doing an ahegao face.
A fully rigged 3D model of Moe! Click here to download the Blender file. Note that it requires Blender version 2.80 at the least. Earlier versions may result in Blender crashing.
There's also a slight adaptation of the model fit for importing to VRChat. This comes in the form of a .fbx file with UV color and normal textures. Click here to download a .zip containing all three of those.
Last, but not least, there are two versions of the Moedel fit for 3D printing, which come in the .stl format. There's a version for high-definition printing, like regular plastic. You can get that here. And finally, a version with the claws filed down and made more blunt, for low-definition 3D printing, like metal casting. Click here for the metal printing version. Note that you'll probably need to scale both of these to fit your needs.
A knight fucking Ruby. Courtesy of anon114.
A knight fucking Ruby from an alternate angle. Courtesy of anon114.
Moe being kissed by Nick Wilde. Colored by of Aweful Ripofs.
Blue, in her magely getup.
Moe, telling you to play their game.
Moe was in debt, and this time it was serious. She knew she was going to get herself killed if she couldn't pay the rat. So the kobold got to work, doing thing only thing she knew how to.
Moe wandered through the woods until she came across a small camp set up in a clearing. Beckoning lights glistening from the inside, the kobold crept towards the entrance to one of the larger tents. Inside, she found a pile of supplies. Not too valuable at first glance, but a lot better than nothing. Sifting through the goods, the thief halted only to cast a few anxious glances behind her, terrified that someone might stumble upon her.
A few pieces of clothing, too large for her. Still an improvement over mud doubling as body-painting and a pair of torn pants functioning as shorts. Slowly starting to lose hope, the kobold suddenly spotted something green and sparkly, buried underneath a dirty rug. Jackpot! Something this polished must have been worth at least one hundred gold! If her scraggy, hole-filled pockets would last until she got home.
With fresh anticipation, Moe resumed her digging, hoping to find another prize worthy of taking with her. But with her newfound enthusiasm, came a lack of cautiousness. Blinded by greed, the kobold did not notice the human behind her, until his hand was firmly placed atop her shoulder.
Panicking, the thief froze in place. "Hey." spoke the man behind her. "What the fuck are you doing in my tent?" Slowly turning around, Moe was greeted with the sight of a huge, towering human. A bandit, or a hunter of some sorts, going by his clothing. Adrenaline flooded her system. The primal need to fight or flight kicked in. And there was no way she was going to fight someone this big.
Swiftly dislodging his grip on her shoulder, the kobold bolted for the exit, as quickly as her legs could carry her. But, on top of being bigger than her, the man was seemingly also faster, his reflexes honed by a lifetime of hunting all kinds of prey. In the flash of an eye, he snagged the fleeing lizard's tail, the sudden, painful yank causing her to fall backwards.
Not the most lucky of thieves, the back of Moe's head heavily crashed into an unfortunately placed rock. In the final moments of her fleeting consciousness, she could feel her limp body get lifted up. And right before she passed out, a horrible realization hit her. He wasn't going to kill her. He was going to keep her.
When the kobold awoke, she found herself in a dark room she'd never seen before, chained to a table with heavy, metal restraints. An elderly human was standing over her, a lecherous look on his face. Definitely not the guy that had knocked her out. Wait, how long had she been out for? "Ah, finally awake, are we?"
Finally? "You've been asleep for over three days. I was starting to think you weren't going to make it." Three days?! "Not that anyone would have missed you." What the hell is that supposed to mean?!
As the kobold feebly struggles against its restraints, the human lights a small fireplace in the corner of the room. He grabs a metal tool, from an impressive collection arrayed against the wall, and places it inside of the fire. "Well, let's get you cleaned up!" For what?! No response.
Moe growled and hissed as the elderly man approached, but the threats of a tied up kobold were little to be afraid of. He casually tore her already ripped pants off, leaving the impotent thief completely nude. Then, he manipulated a rotating mechanism built-in to the floor, a metal hose with the end tied-shut with heavy cloth dropping down from the ceiling. Filled with water, if the dripping was any indication.
"Feisty little bitch, aren't you?" The only response she gave the human was more growling, along with the most hateful glare the kobold could muster. "The breeders are going to love you. And they'll surely give me a bonus for bringing in a virgin."
With a wicked laugh, the elderly man untied the cloth keeping the water in the pipe from spilling out, a high-pressure torrent painfully spraying down onto the writhing lizard's body. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But the chains kept her in place, preventing her from moving. Her pained screeches turning into choking, gurgling and coughing, as the cackling slave-dealer tilted the flow of water upwards, towards her face, making it flood directly into her open maw, if only for a few moments.
After directing the flow from head to toe, the water abruptly stopped coming. Had it ran out, or was the pipe clogged? It didn't matter. The torture was over, and that was all Moe was grateful for. Her entire body hurt. It was as though she had been bruised all over. And in a way, she had been.
Spluttering out the final few bits of ice-cold water that had managed to make it into her lungs, the kobold burst out into tears, openly weeping from the pain and indignation. "Oh, quit acting like a baby. What, is this the first time you've taken a bath or something? You filthy beast." His words were not helping.
"But then again, twenty gold is a steal, even for a dirty mongrel like you." Twenty? Twenty coins? Was that how much her life was worth? Through her tear-stained eyes, the former-thief glared at the human. And then, through the flickering light provided by the still-burning fireplace, she finally recognized what he was wearing. A butcher's uniform. Her heart sank to her knees.
Anger replaced by fear, Moe stammeringly asked the human if he was going to eat her. He burst out into laughter once more. Surely a jovial fellow, for this somber, despicable business. "Eat you? Good heavens, no! You're worth far more alive. Breeding stock is in high demand."
The man placed his hand atop the kobold's inner thigh, sensually rubbing his warm palm upwards along her wet scales, over her loins, past her belly, towards her chest, where it came to rest. "A fine specimen like you is worth at least sixty coins." Her options were running out. She had to do something, anything to try to weasel out of this. Maybe...maybe she could trick him.
As the human squeezed one of her breasts, Moe let out a loud, whorish moan. Sixty coins? T-that's nothing! She could prove herself far more valuable. She could serve in ways the human had never even dreamed of. Why would he want to sell her as a breeding slave, for such a pitiful amount, instead of turning her into his personal, life-long whore, maid, servant, anything he wanted!
"The dumb animal has a thing for older humans? Cute. I'll be sure to let your new owner know." New owner?! Doesn't she get a say in this? "Stupid kobold. Don't you understand? It's already done. The only thing we haven't discussed yet is the price." She'd been sold twice while unconscious?!
The human didn't bother to respond. Instead, he retrieved the tool he'd put in the fireplace earlier. A glowing, white-hot piece of metal, no doubt shaped to imprint an insignia, or a word. Moe couldn't discern what it said. It was too bright to look at.
He brought it over to her. Hovered it right above her loins. The radiating heat was already painful enough to make the thief whince. Before he struck, the man spoke once more. "For the record, the only reason I'd stick my dick in vermin like you, is if the brothel across the street closed down. And I don't see them running out of business with my daily patronage." And then, with another cackling laugh, he mercilessly pressed the scorching iron down, directly above Moe's sex, burning brand-marking words into her nether-scales, while she feebly screamed and writhed and struggled and kicked, before ultimately slipping into sweet unconsciousness.
Awakening once more, the former-thief found herself in yet another place she'd never been to before. Chained to the wall, in an even smaller room than the last one. Besides her, one of her kind. A red-scaled kobold, held in place via a metal cuff wrapped around her neck, sobbing and crying. She clutched her breasts, trying to cover her naked frame. In the corner of the room, a third kobold. Blue-scaled. Strung up by her wrists, barely able to stand upright on her tippy-toes. Heavily lacerated, blood dripping down from her back to the filthy floor.
The door swung open, light filtering into the room. A group of heavily armed men walked in. Two walked up to the red-scaled slave, prying her resisting arms away from her chest, revealing the word MEAT burned into her left tit. The blue kobold's tail was lifted. Her ass, too, was brandmarked. SEX SLAVE. Then, finally, they turned their attention towards Moe. Her legs were forcibly spread. The word BREED was branded into her nether regions, right above her fertile, virginal cunt.
Their destinies had already been decided. Their minds and bodies broken by torture. Even if they could still put up a fight, they'd just be beaten to death right then and there. There was no resisting it, although one of them certainly did try. But in the end, all three of the kobolds were dragged to their fate. None would make it out alive.
Edited by TinkeringTurian
Moe meets A Soldier of the Imperial Legion
Moe was deliriously panting as she bolted across the filthy alleyway. The sounds of drunken shouts and pacing was catching up to her. Her bones ached, body filled with intense adrenaline as her muscles screamed at her to stop. Moe however wouldn't, since doing so would probably result in an even worse fate than exhaustion and constant pain throughout her body.
The wet corridors were dripping in piss and other similar waste that befitted the area the name, "slums". Moe kept on running until she next found herself face planting into the cobblestone floor. A large impact, with jolts of pain, stinging from her bruised face. She could only pant in rapid succession to grant her body relief.
That short feeling then quickly turned into fear as footsteps were clearly audible behind her. "Heheheh... that stuuupid kobold thinks it can run away from us? Look at it, pathetic!" One drunk human taunted, his two cronies laughing along with him. "Well lads, why donnn't we teach this thiiiing a lesson? It'll never run again after weeee're through..." he raised his clenched fist, his stench the only thing stronger than his threats. "Hah! It won't be able to walk, because iiiit'll be deeeeeaaaaad!"
The group of drunkards approached the kobold. Fear enveloped Moe as she rose to her weary feet, frozen in place, with barely enough life left in her to run. Fighting was out of the question. She had to keep going. It was the only way she was going to get out of here alive. Squeezing out the last few ounces of energy in her body, she desperately pushed herself forward.
Scrambling up to her hind legs, a pain shot through her tail as she was jolted back mid-stride, falling then scraping across the stone ground. One of the drunkards had managed to grip her tail with his filthy hands, his dirty nails tearing into her hide. Another human prepared to land a strike on the kobold's vulnerable back, as Moe screamed out into the open district in front of her.
"Someone! HELP!!!" She cried out to the public. Hoping for anyone, anything to save her from this fate. She knew that no guards would grant aid to a kobold, especially in front of other humans. The drunkards knew this as well and they laughed at her display.
"No one is going to save you, you little shi-"
"STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!"
Moe could have sworn to have heard a sudden, loud explosion of bagpipes and rock guitar stringing, ringing into her dazed ears. She glanced up into the blinding light to see a tall and muscular figure of what appeared to be a soldier of the Imperial Legion.
"I have heard a cry of distress from a noble and innocent civilian. What seems to be the problem here gentlemen?" The knight in slightly grey armor inquired, as the drunkards watched on with confused expressions on their faces, still pinning Moe to the ground.
"Eh? Civilian? This kobold ain't a fukkinnn civilian. They're scumm! Always stealing and makiiiing a ruckus for us common people. Filth like this deserves to be removed from this side of the city!" The most vocal member of the drunkards retorted to the guard. "Hmmm..." the soldier scratched his chin in ponder, before observing the kobold below his feet. The man crouched down to get a better view of her bruised and bloody face. "Ma'am, are you associated with any military or local gang members within this region?"
Moe was utterly befuddled by the question, but upon realizing that her very life might have depended on it, she answered: "No! Nononono! I just live around the outskirts of this city! In the forest!"
The soldier of the Imperial Legion nodded as he pulled the Kobold up gently, the slowly sobering men doing little to intervene. "Well there you have it. According to the definition of 'civilian' under acts III code eleven: A civilian is denoting, or relating to a person not belonging to the armed services or imperial force. Furthermore since this Kobold lives in a region that belongs to the Empire, they are considered a citizen under law."
"....Wait... what!?" Everyone exclaimed out, including Moe. "That's fucking ridiculous. Not every fucking beast is a citizen of the Empi-" "Hold it Brain..." another sobered up member laid an arm on his friend's shoulder. "I recognize him. He's that batshit insane imperial soldier that imprisoned and killed dogs for loitering around the city at night."
"Hey, what can I say? Even dogs can be criminals in the eye of the law. It is only justice!" The soldier answered.
Another friend piped in as he confirms: "It's true. He's imprisoned and even killed people for simple crimes like littering the streets. All crimes are equal to that guy. You don't want to fucking mess with him mate."
Looking back at the soldier with newfound fear, the most vocal member shouted: "Ah shit, let's just leave. Now! Fuck the kobold, we're leaving now!" One guy managed to pull his other friend into a quick retreat.
As they left, the soldier's attention quickly turned to Moe. He brushed off the murky dirt stuck to her, asking in valient concern. "Are you alright ma'am?"
The kobold muttered "No I'm not alright... I'm absolutely livid!!!" Her eyes revealed sparkles of admiration and respect for the Imperial guard. "The way you handled those low lives just by looking at them, and spouting things about justice!"
"Well, I'm glad that you're alright. It is an imperial guard's duty to inspire the safety and concern for others. Only in the eyes of the law can injustice be purged from this Empire, for I am a soldier of the Imperial Legion." He took a noble, yet also at the same time, a humble stance.
Moe's tail was wagging furiously as she thumped it to the cobblestone ground, her excitement practically gleaming from her expression. "Well, soldier of the Imperial Legion; C-Can I be your squire!?"
Edited a little by TinkeringTurian