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Kret says nothing. She closes her eyes, and focuses on pleasuring the other Kret. She seeks out and finds all those rarely touched places of hers, the overlooked spots that a callous lover only scrapes out of luck. The other Kret's sharp grip loosens, as she holds back moans and gasps. Kret leans in, smelling the stale gunk of the last few days mixed with the exotic oils of the bath. "I have neglected myself for too long. I should make up for that. I hope this is a start." Kret says.

The other Kret speaks between hard swallows and poorly suppressed moans. "You'll just lead us into more misery. We need to be strong, or calloused, or whatever the fuck you call it. We need to be that or we'll just be the suffering gutter trash we are."

"You find that the world is cruel, and all you can think to do is to be like it. To go along with what we hate? That is what's pathetic."

"Pathetic? Pathetic!" the other Kret tackles Kret to the ground with a screech. Talons slash at Kret's chest. Kret gasps, feeling a warmness flow down her body. It burns with exotic oils and grime. Kret throws the other Kret off her, talons scrabbling across tile The other Kret picks herself and looks to Kret, tears rolling down her face. "You would be nothing without me. A corpse. A cum rag. A writhing mass in a vat. Take your pick. Without me, that's all you'd be!"

Kret looks from the crimson trickles running down her chest, to the other Kret. She looks different. She is the same kobold, but the kobold beside her is covered in tattered rags, dirt and detritus from every event that lead her here, and the scars of those many encounters, marring her scales. Kret's breathing normalizes as she looks at her, shaking her head as she says. "W- what is this?"

"This is us," Kret says, propped up on her shaking arms, her eyes narrowing. "The pathetic little mess that the two of us have made of ourselves. Quite the difference a few weeks can make, don't you think?" She lets herself drop back to the floor.

Kret tries to feel disgust, but she can't. She tries to feel revolted, ashamed, angry, afraid, frustrated, anything. She tries to deny the kobold is her. She cannot. Both kobolds shed tears. Silence takes hold in the bath house.

The other kret speaks first, looking away from Kret, up to the ceiling. "Maybe that's why you hate me. Without me you would be dead, in one form or another. Then you could relax like you wanted." thick black lines trace from her eyes down, where tears collected and concentrated all the dirt and grime in their path.

"No. I don't want that. And I don't hate you. You hate me. You hate that I go through this. That I let it happen. But you're wrong, I don't just let it happen to me."

The other Kret scoffs.

Kret continues. "Because I have you."

The other Kret looks back at Kret "What?"

"I need you. You're right. But you need me too."

The other Kret tries to scoff again, but falls short, and falls into listening.

"You know when we last worked together? It was the bard." Kret laughs. "Back to that damn bard."

"Together? You got seduced, and robbed. I got you off your ass to follow him."

Kret shakes her head. "You said I deserve nothing. Why would you get me off my ass to follow some bard if all there was to get was a slim chance at some meager coin, and petty revenge? Who was the revenge for? A pathetic kobold who didn't deserve to be treated well anyway?" Kret slams her fist on the floor with a dull thud. "No! I said I deserved to be respected, to be treated well. That I should be a person of value. I said that. I decided that." Kret props herself up on her elbows. "And then you got me off my ass to pursue that dream. You don't just want to survive. You want to make something of worth survive. You need me for that, or else you might as well die, and be rid of me like you said you want.

The other Kret had nothing to say

Kret continued. "You don't want that anymore than me." The other kret weakly nodded. "But I know what we both want." Kret crawls over to the ragged, worn out kobold. She closes her eyes and focused on a new use for her mgic, one of kindness and care. Acid seeped from her tongue s a thick gel, as she lowers herself down, starting with the neck. Kret licks away the grime, with acids scouring every speck of detritus away. She leaves bright green scales behind, shining in the bath house lights.

"W... what are you doing!?" the other Kret gasps, closing her eyes. She weakly tries to push Kret away, but there is no true desire in her shove. The ware of so much suffering is scoured away with care.

Kret looks up from her cleaning."You're lying to yourself if you don't think you like this feeling. You want to be loved. You want someone to take care of you. You want to be seen as a beautiful woman in the eyes of the men you love. Because we both do. And I want to survive, and be more than I am. I want to have the power to not be afraid. Because you do. We both do. And we'll only get what we want together. You want to be a victor. I want that to mean something. You want to be in control. I want to be of value to someone. So, value me." Kret resumes cleaning the grubby kobold. Rags break apart at the touch of acid.

The other Kret closes her eyes and lets herself enjoy the tingling of the acid bath. She feels her tears run anew as Kret's tongue leaves her feeling brand new. But she cries, as she knows the acid will not remove it all. "Be beautiful? Loved? Look at us. Look at all these scars. We're too broken for that."

Kret looks back up from her care and shakes her head. She wraps her arms around the other Kret's head, hands petting over her horns as she whispers. "We both have these scars, Kret, But these scars don't make us broken, not when we can fix yourself. These scars came from what makes us, us. We are beautiful for surviving. Don't let them hold us back. They are what we've overcome, not what we are. We are Kret."

The other Kret nods. "I think I could love you." Kret smiles and resumes cleaning the other Kret. The other Kret's face and chest shine, free of all the build up. "Maybe you are worth keeping alive, and free."

Kret runs her tongue along the other Kret's slit. "And I would not be here without you."

The other kret writhes as the acids tingle at her most sensitive areas. The tongue begins to delve deeper, cleansing her. "S- so where do we go from here?"

Kret withdraws, just long enough to speak. "Let's find out." The kobold who so rarely got to choose who she pleasured dives her acid slicked tongue back into the kobold who so rarely was treated with care. They take in each other's joy, and together find a joy in themself. They know this moment would not be fleeting, for there was so much for them both to discuss...