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"It's such a lovely day outside! We're so lucky to have been put on scavenger duty, don't you think?" said a cheerful red-scaled kobold as he walked through the tranquil forest.

"Yea. Lucky. How wonderful." The incredibly unenthusiastic black-scaled kobold walking beside him responded.

Lucky. What an annoying word. Kroko has heard that word so many times in his life and yet it annoys him to no end every single time. As a lowly kobold in such a dangerous world, he should be happy to have heard that word so many times. And yet... it just irks him at this point.

As a member of the Delvigray Warren, life was tough for the kobolds living in the mountains. From monster attacks to the unfriendly plant life in the only nearby forest, everything seemed to be out to get you. Well, that's how it usually goes. But for Kroko the black-scaled kobold, things were a bit different.

From the moment he was born, Kroko has had unexplainable luck. From something small like finding extra berries on a scavenge, to the more extreme such as escaping certain death from a cave-in completely unscathed. But to the kobold in question, this luck is a curse he's been forced to live with all his life.

It's not as if Kroko was being ungrateful. After all, his luck had helped him out of a great number of dangerous situations. But as wonderful as it may seem to have such incredible luck, it did have drawbacks. For example, as great as his luck was, it never worked when he wanted it to. Like now. Because he was selected for scavenger duty instead of-

"Too bad we have to miss the mating season. But oh well, this beautiful forest above ground makes up for it!" Said Kroko's scavenging partner.

Easy for Hexll to say. The red-scaled kobold was a well of positivity and enthusiasm, but only because he seemed to coast off of Kroko's good luck. Although, that wasn't exactly a fair statement. Hexll was always in good spirits, good luck or not. Oh well. Kroko couldn't be mad at his friend for enjoying life. Though he certainly could be mad at the warren chief for putting him on scavenger duty during the mating season. Again! FOR THE 3RD TIME IN A ROW!

"Um... Kroko, are you alright? You look a bit angry..." Hexll said with a nervous chuckle.

His friend's words made Kroko realize he had a fierce scowl on his face. He shook his head and took a few deep breaths, taking in the wonderful sight of the forest around. His red compassion was correct. Today was a wonderful day, and the next few days of their scavenging would most likely be the same. The green leaves rustling slightly mixed with the calm whistling of the wind. It created a pleasant sound that rang in his ears as he walked. There was no reason for him to be upset. It was a wonderful day, and he wouldn't let his odd luck ruin it!

Hexll, always seeming to know the worst moment to speak up, enthusiastically shouted, "Oh dang, is that a salaberry bush!? Those are super rare! Let's get some for the underground garden, this is sure to be a great haul! So lucky!"

Never mind, the moment was ruined.

Hexll was already picking salaberries from the small bushes on the ground and stuffing them into his satchel. The bright orange berries were delicious to eat and incredibly nutritious, making them a great source of food for the warren. The only issue is that they are incredibly rare due to their lack of any and all-natural defenses. Not to mention how hard it is to grow them because too much sunlight can make them pop and die, yet too little won't make them grow enough.

The warren only had two buses currently. It was a sort of rite of passage for young kobolds to sneak into the garden and snag a berry when the elders weren't looking. The elders knew, of course, but they let the kids have their fun as long as they took only one. And yet here was an entire group of bushes, ripe for the picking. Another byproduct of Kroko's absurd luck, he was sure of it. Although being upset about it wouldn't do any good.

The black-scaled kobold walked over to the bush to join his companion in picking its berries. The ripe berries were a bright orange, the color of the fiery star above. Popping one into his mouth caused a shiver to crawl down Kroko's spine as the spicy yet sweet flavor ripped through his taste buds. The pleasurable aftertaste lingered in his mouth long after fully swallowing the berry, causing Kroko to let out a blissful sigh.

Once the duo finished picking salaberries, they stood up from the bush and continued walking through the forest. Hexll watched the trees for any unforeseen attackers or predators on the hunt, but Kroko just continued walking without a care in the world.

Hexll noticed his companion's carefree attitude and looked at him with a concerned look. "Is it really smart to just walk through without a worry? There could be monsters after all."

Kroko ignored his friend's words with a wave of his hand. "Go ahead and ask yourself, what's the worst that could happen to us right now? Now I want you to forget about it because it won't happen as long as you're with me."

The red kobold looked at Kroko for a few moments before sighing and relaxing his posture. His friend was right, things always did seem to work out when he was around. Maybe it was some sort of ancient magic the black kobold had? Maybe he simply had the favor of a god? Whatever it was... Hexll admired him for it. Or perhaps what he felt ran deeper than simple admiration.

Looking at his companion, Hexll knew that Kroko was lucky in more than just everyday events. He was even lucky when it came to genetics. He had to be the tallest kobold around for his age. Even though both of them were at the age of adulthood for their species, Kroko was almost a head above him in height. Not only that, but he was decently muscled and kept in great shape. He seemed stronger and smarter than any other kobold... more evolved... more superior...

Hexll had been struggling with these feelings toward his black-scaled companion for a while now. It had started when the two returned from their first forage together. While washing off all the dirt and grime on their scales from exploring the forest above, the red kobold had gotten a full view of Kroko bathing his scales. It had made him hard on the spot, leaving him a flustered and confused mess. Ever since, he's always had a deep attraction to his friend. One that was getting the better of him right now.

Kroko gave Hexll an odd look. The red kobold was staring at him oddly. Could he have finally overdosed on that positive attitude he practically radiated? "Are you alright Hex? You look uh... a little out of it."

Hexll's body went rigid. The kobold was thankful for his scale color, otherwise the red in his cheeks would be visible. He stopped in his tracks and spent a few moments stuttering in a rather unsuccessful attempt to hide his blunder.

"I-I just, well I mean, we had the salaberries and just, uh, they tasted so good, hehe. So I uh... really... w-wanted another! Yeah!"

The blank stare he received only made the red kobold panic more. But instead of a sharp witted response, Kroko asked the red kobold something he'd never have expected.

"...Is that why your cock is out of its slit?"

What followed was a surprised yelp from Hexll as his hands shot downward to cover his crotch. Just as Kroko had pointed out, his cock was fully hard and poking out from under his loincloth. Hexll had an average length for a kobold and it proudly displayed itself for the world to see. A drop of precum was leaking from the tip as the embarrassed kobold did his best to hide his erection. His loincloth had already been stained by now and wouldn't do much to help hide his length anyway.

Kroko sighed as his friend once again started stuttering. To be honest, he had known for quite some time that Hexll held such feelings toward him. It was quite obvious when the red kobold would get hard around him and would steal glances at him during their baths. It was a little flattering in Kroko's opinion. There was no way his luck could ruin the pride he took in his body, as he had worked hard to achieve his strength and dexterity.

But now that Hexll was here with him out in the open a thought popped into Kroko's head. Both of them had been sent out during mating season, leaving them very horny. They wouldn't be back at the warren until the end of the week... Why not have some fun?

While Hexll was too busy trying to come up with an excuse for his raging boner, Krorko walked up to the stuttering red kobold. When the two were face to face Hexll went rigid and stopped talking, covering his crotch to keep at least a semblance of modesty. Kroko gave him a smirk and stuck a claw in his own loincloth string. With a single tug, the string was undone and his loincloth fell to the ground, leaving his crotch fully exposed.

Hexll let out an audible gulp and his eyes slowly went downward. A quiet gasp escaped the red kobold's mouth as he laid eyes on his friend's cock. The black kobold was large in more ways than one as his almost menacing length bobbed in the air. It was far thicker and longer than Hexll's own cock, and a submissive shudder flew down the red kobold's spine as he stared at it.

Two taps to the snout woke Hexll from his trance. He was so distracted that instead of wiping the drool falling from his maw, his head flew up to stare at Kroko's, who let out a light chuckle. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice you sneaking peaks at me in the baths? Or when you'd stare at me during training? You're not the best at hiding it."

All the embarrassed kobold could do was turn his head away. He couldn't deny the feelings he held for his friend, and he much less wanted to lie to him. More than once Hexll had spent a restless night masturbating to the image of his friend fully displayed for him to see. This was an opportunity that almost didn't feel real... but deep down he wanted it more than anything.

Another yelp escaped from Hexll's mouth as he was pushed, his back colliding with a tree as Kroko leaned over him. Thoughts were running through his head so quickly he couldn't keep up with them. All he knew was that his cock was rock hard and rubbing against Kroko's, causing a moan to escape his mouth. The sound of another chuckle hit his ears and he opened his eyes to see Kroko smirking at him.

"Well would you look at that. You're already this hard just from some frotting. Adorable."

The sensation of a claw wrapping around both of their cocks prevented Hexll from responding. His claws moved to his snout and he struggled to keep his moans down as Kroko started rubbing their lengths together. A whimper escaped his throat as his friend closed the distance even more, pushing Hexll against the tree and gently rubbing their cocks together.

The red kobold was in heaven. Being this close meant his snout was pressed against Kroko's chest. Every time he inhaled, the scent of his love interest flooded his senses. The masculine smell of sweat and earth made his head spin and his knees weak. It became even more difficult to stand straight when Kroko started whispering in his ear. "I noticed how you get excited when we're assigned tasks together. Is this what you wanted? To feel my body against yours? I must admit you're pretty cute like this."

Labored breaths gave away just how much Kroko's words affected Hexll. The red kobold was panting and whining as the slick sensation of his cock rubbing against Kroko's overwhelmed him. His toes curled and his claws twitched as he finally lost control and wrapped his arms around Kroko's chest. His hips started moving without his consent, thrusting against Kroko's cock and making them both moan loudly.

Kroko's body was beginning to warm up more as the two of them continued their frotting. The bigger kobold couldn't stop himself from making alternating thrusts in time with his companion's. Small amounts of pre leaked out from both of their cocks, making their thrusts slick and adding to the pleasure. Kroko pushed his body forward again, further pressing Hexll against the tree and making the red kobold feel even smaller than before. Sweat rolled down their scales and their combined scent filled their nostrils.

The blissful friction between them quickly clouded the kobold's heads. A haze of lust covering the two as their foreheads touched, passion driving their mouths closer for a kiss. As the two shared their moment, Kroko easily overpowered the other kobold, pushing his tongue down and dominating not just his mouth but also his entire body. Hexll whined into Kroko's mouth as his legs shook, his body becoming unable to handle how good Kroko's cock felt against him.

A muffled whimper was the only warning Kroko got as Hexll reached his climax. His cock began erratically spurting out shots of seed onto both of their stomachs, painting them with cum. His legs shook with the force of his climax, the red kobold could barely think through the hazy cloud of lust in his head. All he knew was the pleasure, this bliss of being with the one he admired.

Kroko wasn't far off from his own climax. Feeling his smaller companion cum against his chest was a huge turn on. The pleasure that came from being bigger and stronger than his partner was second to none, and he quickly found himself reaching his own climax too. Kroko leaned down into the kiss as much as he could, pushing Hexll's body against his and cumming on them both. The black kobold came even more than Hexll did, plastering their torsos with his cum.

Their moment of bliss lasted for a while, both of them releasing their desires onto each other. Not once did they break their passionate kiss throughout their orgasms. They continued to embrace each other like they had been deprived of touch for a very long time, letting their mouths lock in the heat of a loving moment.

When their orgasms finally came to an end, Kroko pulled away from Hexll. They held each other for a while longer. Neither of them wanted to stop their embrace. But their blood suddenly ran cold when a nearby voice made itself known.

"What the hell is that smell?"