Chapter 1: Tik Tik Begins

Dig, dig, dig. Dig down deep. Find the ore, and dig it out. Swing the pick, tooth and claw, keep on digging down!"
The chants of the kobold mining crew repeated over and over again in the dark depths of the Crimson Claw Cavern. All down the line, soot-covered kobolds dressed only in threadbare protection swung in unison as they expanded their warren further down into the depths, in search of new secrets and treasures to claim as their own.

Boss Prakibak scowled as he paced back and forth along the digging crew, his yellow teeth exposed in his snarls. He is a tall, deep-red scaled kobold, with sinuous muscle and imposing frills. Though his horns are small, he makes up for their lack in his sharpened claws and his gnashing teeth "Keep it up, keep it up. You diggers need to move faster. Uplanders are coming down. They trampled our hatchery. Our young, the future of the tribe, damaged beyond repair. We must dig deeper, to escape their greed. All that is hidden from the burning sky fire is ours by right, and now is the time to claim what is ours. We are dragons, the true rulers of this world! Dig, as befits your heritage!"

One of the diggers, a young girl named Tik Tik, struck the earth with her scrawny arms. She lifts the pick, panting heavily before swinging it down again, striking the rock with a pathetic ting.

Prakibak stomped forward and scowled down at Tik Tik. "You call that a swing? What kind of kobold are you if you can't dig!"

Tik Tik held up a finger and replied. "I worked as a trapper's apprentice. I am no brute laborer."

Prakibak snarled, "So, you're responsible for the uplanders getting to our eggs..."

Tik Tik gasped. "Absolutely not! All of my traps were unsprung! They came in from the other side, where Lishnash worked. I was protecting the south by the fairy forest, and-"

Prakibak's claw slammed the wall right beside Tik Tik's face. The pink kobold winced and backed up against the wall.

The larger Kobold leered at her, his teeth filling his muzzle. He snorted, hot air passing over Tik Tik's own heart-shaped nose, causing it to wrinkle up. "Well, if you were any good at yer job, you would have checked all the entrances, wouldn't you have?"

Tik Tik opened one of her blue eyes, her teeth gritted together not in a display of dominance, but in abject fear. "T-that w-was Quiquan's job," she objected.

His other hand slammed on the wall on the other side of her face, effectively pinning her against the rock. "Doesn't matter! We have an egg shortage now because of poor trappers! The breeders are working shroomglow to mushdim adding to the tribe. And what are you all doing? Making ineffective traps and swinging your pathetic, weak, arms at the rock. Maybe I'll have the queen put you on breeder duty, instead. How does that sound, eh? Bet you'd do real good at that. In fact, I'd be happy to give you your first egg."

Tik Tik's face burned as he talked on about that, and as his clawed hand moved from the rock to her cheek, she hissed, grabbing his hand and staring him down. "Do not treat me like a slave! We are working together, Prakibak! And it was the queen who put me here!"

Prakibrak pulled his hand free, an easy task against the smaller, tired, and weakened kobold. He held his arm aloft, hand clenched in a fist, staring down at her with his bright orange eyes filled with fury. His chest rose. His nostrils flared, and he snarled, slamming his fist on the rock wall, right by her head!

Tik Tik sensed it first--a rumble beneath her feet. She curled her toes and whimpered, looking up to Prakibak. His own eyes widened, and, for that moment, she didn't see the stubborn and angry dig boss, but a fellow kobold, one worried about the safety of his people. He turned around and shouted. "Quake! Get out of the tunnel! Go, now!" He grabbed Tik Tik's arm and pulled her away from the wall, her hands resting on his firm, yet soft-scaled chest as he wrapped his arms around her body. The very ground beneath their feet gave way, and she yipped in surprise, holding tighter onto him as the two found themselves slipping off of their feet and falling down the new hole. Suddenly, a loose bit of stone struck the dig boss, causing him to let go of her. She shrieked and he gasped, reaching out to try and grab her again, but he misses, and the two tumble separately down, with the screams of their fellows ringing through their ears.

"It's alright. I've read up on it. It should be very simple. Besides, you aren't doing anything with this. I am!" Tik Tik chirps happily, sitting at the foot of the dig boss, her scaled pink body on full display as she sat upon her knees, hands resting right on top of them. "I'll be careful. Don't you worry about that."

"It's not that I'm worried about," he says. "This can't possibly be something a male should do.""Males do it all the time." she says, leaning forward. Her fingers brushed over his ankles, making sure to keep away from his injured foot. Her claws brushed up along his scales, making her boss shudder from her touch.
"You're... you're reading that right, aren't you?" He asks."Shh..." the female kobold hushes him, sliding up closer onto him, her hands moving to the inside of his legs and spreading him at the knee. She hooks her hand under his injured leg, making sure to lift it, ever so carefully, as she sets it aside, giving him a less pained reception to the motion. Despite this, he does groan slightly, yet the semi-hard mast in front of her face shows her that he is not entirely turned off to the idea. Soon, her face is right there, nose right in front of his burgeoning hardon. The curious kobold sniffs, taking in the natural musk of the dig boss, a mix of kobold sweat and the dust of the earth. Her heart is all aflutter. Only the most active of workers would have the smell of the earth suffused to their very beings. "You smell wonderful, Prakibak," she coos.
"Uh, th-thanks, so... so now you're gonna...?"
She lifts her head slightly, her blue eyes half-lidded as she looks at him, nodding and giving him a delighted "mmmm-hmmm..."
He gulps.
She lifts one hand, bringing up away from him. Her mouth opens, and her tongue rolls out. She presses her finger to it and, with the precision of a trap maker, coats the digit with a thin layer of her saliva, making sure her tongue wraps around the length of her finger, and pushing the thing up into her mouth. She keeps her eyes upon the dig boss, who, according to their agreement, would keep his hands behind his head for the duration of this procedure. She closes her maw around it to get the finger nice and wet, then pulls it out with a "pop" and looks at the film-covered digit. She wiggles it in front of him and says. "I've put this finger in such tiny places, Dig Boss. If this diagram is to be believed, once I put this in the right spot, then you're going to forget all of your troubles."
Prakibak looks upwards, away from the cute kobold in front of him. She lifts her tail, wiggling it back and forth as she hums the worker's tune.
"H... hey!" he says, looking down to her. "This ain't no tunnel dig!" he says.
Her finger presses against him, up against the ring that is his tail hole. "Isn't it?"
He grits his teeth, closing his eyes and hisses. "B... be gentle."
"You're such a hatchling," she coos, swirling her finger over that ring. "Don't worry. This may be my first time, but I'm a quick learner."
"Tell that to the wall you were hacking at!" he teased, but immediately regretted it as he feels the finger penetrate inside of him. His mouth opens wide, and the slightest of gasps escapes from his throat.
"There you go," she whispers, leaning in, puffing out hot air from her nose onto his length. It twitches to attention. "And it looks like you're enjoying it, too."
"I... Is this what it feels like?" he asks, his arms trembling "when I breed a f-female?"
"I doubt that," she says. "According to the book, there's no natural lubrication in the tail hole." She pushes her finger deeper, wriggling it. "Please try to relax, as I could possibly tear it."
He sniffles and whines, "Why didn't you warn me about that sooner?" He asks.
She reaches over with her free hand and turns the page on the book. "I said I was a quick learner, not that I learned everything at once. Oooh, this looks promising."
"W... what does?" Prakibak asks, but he finds himself gasping as she pushes further in. "Nnngh... ho-how deep are you going to go!"
"Just a bit further, but perhaps this will ease your mind?" She says this and rolls out her tongue, letting the tip flick at the head of his kobold cock.
Prakibak hisses in a breath, not in discomfort or strangeness, but in actual delight.
"Ah, I knew you'd like that one. You big strong men, always thinking with this digging tool." She swirls the tongue around the tip and he begins to relax in her actions.
"Wh... what was that...?" he asks, his eyes half-lidded in his stupor.
"Another thing I learned from the book," Tik Tik replies. "I learned so much in such a short time. Imagine how powerful its magic must be."
He blinks, then frowns. "No, wait. That sounds extremely dangero-ooooh!"
She slides the pole up along her tongue, keeping that muscle inside of her snout. She lowers her head down, his tip pressing the roof of her mouth, effectively wrapping it around her draconic maw. She lowers her head more over him, pushing his meat between the more rigid roof and the softer, wet tongue. She pulls back just as his length gets to her throat, keeping herself from choking on it, but pulling back with the same slow intensity as when she pushes down.
Meanwhile, her fingers probe within him, feeling the strange tight cavern, wriggling her finger around within. There had to be something there, something for Tik Tik to find. His groans tell her that he likes what she is doing, yet she doesn't quite feel what the book describes. But then her finger probes at just the right spot at just the right instance and...

Prakibak erupts, shooting white hot streams down into Tik Tik's throat. She pulls her face back, ripping her hand out and holding her neck. She coughs, sitting on her knees as cum dribbles off of her chin.
Prakibak pushes himself up, placing pressure on his injured foot and sending pain shooting up himself. He yowls and falls back down. "I'm sorry. Tik Tik, are you alright!?"
He sees her slowly stand up, facing away from him, and then her head turns, a bright blue eye staring down at him from over her shoulder, her claws itching. Then she spins around, her front glistening from his ejaculate over her, and she yips happily. "That was exciting!"
"Tik Tik," the dig boss whines. "You had me worried. I... I thought I hurt you."
"Oh, don't worry about me!" Tik Tik said, bouncing on her toes. "I read the book, remember? I know what to do and what not to do. I didn't expect you to be so virile, though!"
"Hey!" he growls. "You saying I'm not kobold enough to fill a breeder? I'll have you know I personally fathered many of the dig force... I think."
She giggles, stepping close to him, examining over his body. "We should relax, I think, and conserve our energy."
"You say that after you drink my life force?"
"You say that when you forced it down my throat?"
He grumbled and folded his arms over his chest.
The two sit in silence, looking away from one another. After a few minutes, it is Prakibak who speaks up.
"It, uh, it felt good."
"Thank you," Tik Tik replies curtly.
Silence again.
"So, uh... is there anything you want me to do for you?" Prakibak asks.
Tik Tik shrugs and brings the book to her lap, clicking her toes together as she flips through some pages. "No, I think you've done quite enough exertion for now. Tell me, though, how are you feeling?"
"How am I...?" he starts. "I'm in pain. I have a broken foot and a crushed tail, how do you think I feel?"
"Right, I apologize. I just wish the relief these actions give were more permanent. You're much too exhausted to try something else."
"Exhausted?" Prakibak huffs. He pushes himself up by his elbows, his arms quivering. "I'll show you exhausted. I'm a dig boss, not some lowly wyrmling."
"Is that so?" Tik Tik asked, leaning back now, using her hands to support herself. "Then, why don't you come over here and prove it?" she asks, her legs slightly spreading, showing to the dig boss her glistening moistness. "I'm waiting for you." Her challenge comes to him as a purr from the back of her throat, her eyes lidded in seductive teasing.
Prakibak's own eyes widen at the sight, and he grits his teeth as he rolls onto his stomach. He gets up on his knees, lifting up his injured foot. With a growling determination, he crawls, hand over hand, knee over knee, hissing as his broken toes scrape against the ground. It is an arduous journey, having to turn around to face her, but soon, his hands grab at the lady Kobold's ankles and he hisses in triumph.
Tik Tik just remains how she is, leaning back and tilting her head, humming to herself as she waits.
Prakibak scowls and climbs steadily upward, hand over hand, his grip tight along her scales. Tik Tik can no longer suppress her smile as the dig boss works his way up along her, seeking to get to her once and for all. But, even as his kobold-hood reaches its spear-tipped length, Tik Tik reaches up and places a hand upon the dig boss's frills. Prakibak pauses, looking to her quizzically, before she shoves his face down right into her crotch!
Prakibak reaches up for her wrist, but Tik Tik shoves his face down into her, shaking her head. "No, no... I gave you some fun with my mouth, you have to do the same for me!"
The dig boss snarls, his vibrating lips kissing hers, causing Tik Tik to shudder at the sensation. In his weakened state, he can do nothing about it, and eventually he relents. "You'll regret this," he says. "You can't humiliate me like this."
"It's only humiliation if you want it to be. You're always in charge. How is it that you're letting a weak little girl keep your face down? It can only mean that you're doing it on purpose, that you want me to boss you around, dig boss."
He doesn't respond.
"That's a good Prakibak," she coos. "Now, please, use your tongue..." she strokes a finger over his frills, sending a shiver down to the dig boss's cheeks.
Eagerly, now, the dig boss closes his eyes and shoots his reptilian tongue out of his mouth. The wet muscle dances at Tik Tik's slit, which causes her to respond with a sigh and a coo. She pets him, being gentle, even in her dominance. He presses his tongue to the lips and licks, once, twice, three times, before he decides to try something different and slide it inside of her.
Tik Tik gasps, her legs lifting up over his shoulders now. He is surprised by her flexibility, but he keeps it up, even after the kobold wraps her legs around his head pulling him in. He holds his hands under her thighs as a means of support, going down on her, eagerly tasting at her honey.
The two remain there, enjoying each other's company for a few blissful moments, when, with the speed mustered only by a Kobold search and rescue team, the wall beside them collapses, revealing a set of diggers all peering in.
Prakibak lifts his head, his maw glistening from female love and gulps.
Tik Tik looks over her shoulder, flutters her eyes, and says "Took you long enough."

“You're telling me that you wish we partner up with each other? Oh, but little Tik, that's just so inappropriate…"

“No, it is different. And different can be good. You should know how good being different is."

“I'm not convinced," the queen says. She claps and the light keeping the room a blinding intimidation trap cut off as a stone magically seals through the hole of the ceiling. “Convince me."

Tik Tik doesn't adjust immediately, yet she can see the Queen sitting up on her slab. She blinks the light out of her eyes and notices, to her shock, that the queen sits there with naught but jewelery on her body.

The Queen of the Kobolds was chosen when the previous leader perished. Upon her birth, she was destined for greatness. After all, she is tall, a full head taller than Tik Tik. Her pink scales are flecked with streaks of red. The crest of her head curls back into impressive horns that make up the shape of her figurative and literal crown, and upon her shoulders great membranous wings draped over her, useless for flight, but perfect for completing her regal look.

She smiles down at Tik Tik, the golden anklets she wears jingle as she crosses one leg over the other. “What's the matter, Tik? You can prance around in nothing at all, yet I, your queen, cannot choose to dress the same?"

“Your majesty, I-" Tik Tik begins, but the queen raises her hand to stop her. “Now is not the time for questions. Now is the time to prove your point.

You think what you've learned, what you can learn from this book, can help our people? Then show me."

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Tik Tik's eyes widen, and she takes a quick step back. “B-but, your highness, you're… I'm…"

The Queen's voice lowers as she leans back, her hands supporting her as her eyes narrow. “Doesn't that make it all the more exciting? Besides. If you're so enamored with this new way of thinking, you need to show me just how much it means to you."

Tik Tik huffs and stomps forward. The queen just sits there, her smile widening. The smaller kobold places her hands on either side of the throne and leans in, narrowing her eyes. “You're baiting me," she growls. “Trying to make me do something to kick me out or to make me do your bidding."

The Queen leans in, herself, their noses so close that Tik Tik can feel the breath upon her. “Or, maybe I'm interested in having someone else lead me for a change?" She completes the circuit, pressing her nose against the smaller Kobold's.

Tik Tik stands her ground, but her legs shudder at the contact. She turns away, rubbing her nose. “This… this is different."

“Yes, it is. But if you understand what's in that book, you understand you'll have to deal with different… won't you? Different can be good."

Tik Tik rubs her own arm a moment, biting the bottom of her mouth. With some furtive glances, she sees the book, her book, lying amidst the queen's other treasures, perhaps forever, if she wasn't careful. She sighs and nods. “And the others think I'm a degenerate."

“Save your tongue, Tik, dear," the queen coos. “You can go back to see Prakibak now, if you'd like, but I will keep the-"

Tik Tik climbs up onto the slab-throne, her hands brushing up the queen's legs, holding onto her thighs as she presses her nose to hers. The smaller kobold exhales as she rubs against the other female's snout.

The queen groans, falling back under Tik Tik's display and lays with her hands up by her head, keeping the smaller kobold in charge. Tik Tik lowers herself slightly, breath going to the scales of her queen. Her tongue slides out and presses against her, brushing up along her throat, then over her chin before she gives that chin another quick nuzzle.

“Is this all you have… to offer?" the queen breathes.

Tik Tik growls, her hands moving up along the queen's sides, fingers stroking along the scales of her underbelly. The queen pulls her legs up in reflex, but Tik Tik's knees keeps her down. The smaller kobold looks into her queen's eyes, furrowed with determination. “You watch. I will lead." The queen's smile only grows with Tik Tik's declaration, and she tilts her neck back, letting out a chittering groan, spreading herself upon the slab of stone like a supplicant.

Tik Tik smiles and scoots down off of the rock, sitting before the queen on her knees. She leans in, her hands grasping at the monarch's legs, spreading them even further as she brushes her nose up against her slit.

The queen gasps, and Tik Tik opens her mouth, her hot breath brushing against the sensitive, quivering flesh. Long warm tongue rolls out, pressing against the queen's lips and flicking up along the slit until it brushes against her nub.

The queen sighs with a broken gasp, but Tik Tik pushes onward, her mouth open wider and wider as she slides closer and closer up against the Queen's body. Soon, her mouth is clamped around her flesh, teeth brushing against the queen's scales, and tongue lashing at the monarch's sex. With a little bit of pressure, she could chomp down on her, but she holds her tightly with care, pushing the long, pointed muscle deep inside of her. The lashing tongue probes inside the queen for a good long while. The entire time, Tik Tik lets out a few groans of delight of her own. The exotic taste of the queen is much different than Prakibak. She wonders if it is from her heritage, or from simply being a female.

The Queen gasps, grabbing Tik Tik by the nose and pushing her away. Confused, the smaller kobold falls on her rump and looks to her matriarch with a frown. “W… what's the matter, my queen?"

The queen sits up now, her body shaking, one leg crossed over the other, but quivering nervously. “I… I thank you for your demonstration, Tik Tik. Please, take this back, with my blessing to study it." She then hands the book to her.

Tik Tik stands up and takes it, but tilts her head. “Does something bother you, my queen?"

The queen sighs now and leans back, her hands supporting her once more. “There is something I must tell you that makes your curiosity very important to me. Please, sit, and listen."

A week has passed since the queen related to Tik Tik her tale, and while there is a slight lump of worry nestled deep within her belly, the little kobold is more burdened with the excitement of the task ahead. The finest armorers of the tribe supplied her with traveling gear that would help her blend in the above world, and she beamed as she looked down over herself dressed in the green shirt and finely tailored traveler's pants. She wiggles her toes, feeling the shin-length foot wraps against her scales, made to keep her feet healthy for long travels ahead. She wraps the dark green cloak around her, hiding her face and running around her little changing room to let the cape billow around.
"You seem to be having a good time." The voice comes from the entrance to her corner.
Tik Tik yelps and wraps her cloak over herself, huddling in embarrassment at the sound of his voice.
Her master, the old and wizened Tikit, strokes his chin as he looks over his pupil with his narrow eyes. "You had such promise, apprentice. Now you throw your place in the tribe away to go dream chasing. It is quite the shame."
Tik Tik lowers her head and says, "I do this for all our sakes, Master. My trap skills were never as good as your other students'. And what Prakibak said about the incursion was right, now that I think about it. I should have checked everything better. I was just being full of myself to suggest otherwise."
"Always with your head in the earth, aren't you, young one? Ever since the day you were brought to me as an apprentice, I knew you were trouble. Though," he shrugs, tThe Queen ordered that you would be my pupil, so too, you in, I did. Just know that where you go, your skills as a trap maker will do you good. For even a terrible trapper is better than most anything the overworlders can cook up." He laughs. "How many brave warriors have we sent to our doom with our hatchlings' inventions, after all?"
Tik Tik smiles slightly and lowers the hood off of her face. "I'll miss you, Master."
"Bah," he waves his gnarled claw. "Sentimentality is a trait of lesser races. Don't grow too attached, or you'll never come back, and remember, succeed or fail, the tribe will prosper without you."
"It will prosper better once I return with my new knowledge."
The old kobold snorts. "If that's what you say. I'm going to go off and make sure Quiquan can properly tune a trap. So, this will be the last you see of me, I'm certain."
She nods. "I understand. May your last days better the tribe."
"And may your fool's errand not be a bother!" He barks back, before heading back out the way he came.
Tik Tik sighs and gathers up her things, a belt to carry her supplies, bags of foodstuffs, gold, and gems, and, finally, her book, which she holds to her chest. With that, she takes her final steps out of the burrow she had once called home.
Kobolds of all ages and colors whisper among themselves as she walks off. Again, she holds her head high, not letting their words get to her. Soon, the upper passages yawn before her, indicating the edge of the Kobold's realm. Standing on either side of the door are Kishke and Prakibak. The later supports himself on a pair of crutches, his foot covered in a splint made of rough roots and a cast of rock and mushroom. Tik Tik smiles upon seeing them and runs up to the male. "Prakibak, you're fine!" She says, her tail slapping the ground as she bobs on her toes.
Prakibak avoids her eyes and says. "I wanted to see you off. It's not like I can do much more right now. Anyone who isn't useful to the tribe is a waste of space."
Tik Tik frowns, looking over to Kishke. "But, shouldn't he be in the hatchery?"
Kishke shrugs. "That's where I picked him up from."
Tik Tik tilts her head and frowns. "Aren't you enjoying yourself there? You get to father so many new young. And you're a strong male!"
He looks up this time to avoid her gaze. "It's not the same... not anymore."
The long pink tongue of the pink kobold licks just under the digboss's chin. He starts back, falling back against the wall with a yelp. "T... Tik Tik?" He gasps.
"Keep yourself strong, Prakibak!" Tik Tik says. "When I return, I will learn many more things to show to you."
Kishke snickers. "There's that glimmer in your eye again, kid." The green guardswoman said. "Haven't seen you like that since you discovered that rare mushroom supply."
The pink kobold giggles and pulls her hood back up. "It's bigger than that. I have a real knack for the magic. I used it to save Prakibak. I'll be a powerful mage, too, and protect us all!"
"Well, then, Tik Tik, off you go. Go to your grand adventure!"
Tik Tik gives her a quick salute, then marches on off into the light of the late afternoon sun.
Kishke and Prakibak watch her as she goes, and then they look to each other with a frown.
"There goes one foolhardy mind," says Prakibak.
Kishke sighs. "It would have been a kinder fate to just exile her than to put her on this meaningless quest..."

The outside world--Tik Tik had never once set foot out here, though the light of the sun is not unknown to her, thanks to the Queen's insistence for sunlight. Even though she was told this time, what they called "twilight," is the waning hours of sunlight, the brightness dazzles the poor reptilian girl. Tik Tik pulls her hood up over her eyes, hissing as she stumbles back towards the darkness of her cavernous home.
"How does anything live up here?" she shouts to no one. She takes her book and places it over her hood, further providing herself with a sun shield. "If I can't see anything during half of the day, what good is traveling in the upworld!?"
So, for the next few hours, Tik Tik stands at the mouth of the cave, frozen like a statue. Aside from the persistent light, her senses are buffeted by a panoply of new experiences. The heat from the sun warms her cloth and tickles her scales, the birdsong fades away, leaving her with a tantalizing chorus of beautiful chirping, and the fesh scent of trees is an alien aroma, stroking her nostrils like a beautiful lover. Everything here is so wondrous and new! But curse that sun for harming her so much. How is she going to enjoy all the sights of the upworld if she can't see a thing!
So she stands there, bobbing on her toes and humming a kobold tune, eagerly awaiting the end of the dreaded "daytime," when her ear picks up something--a soft shifting in the grass.
Tik Tik gasps and pulls her hood off of her. With a hiss, she holds her book over her brow to keep the sun from hitting her face. But she sees just enough to make out just what made the sound.
Towering over her tiny body is a green figure, its body rippling with muscle. Its long nose and jutted chin point almost comically out from its face, except for the sharp and jagged teeth that make up its smile. Its hair is wild and matted, and a shaggy covering of the curly stuff goes over its arms and chest. Down below, it wears nothing to conceal the massive member, big as a kobold and almost dragging to the ground as the creature hunches over her.
The monster's lips pull back even wider than before, the rancid smell of its breath filling her nostrils. Tik Tik steps back, covering up her mouth as she coughs.
It speaks to her, but in no language she can understand, and reaches out for her with a leer in its eye. What sort of monster is this upworlder? She had read that there are species that dwarf the dominant races, yet this thing was not the first kind she would hope to find on her journey. It would rightfully rip her in half! But, she knew she has to take care of herself somehow, even if she doesn't quite like the way this beast looks or smells and she has no idea what its saying. There is a universal language, and she's been learning that quite well.
Tik Tik dashes underneath of the monstrous manbeast, and it grunts in surprise, leaning forward with a grasping hand to get a glimpse at what she is doing. It gasps as her hands place on his flaccid member, lifting the sweaty thing up into her tiny hands. Its quite the feat, given the things weight, but the monster stops groping for her, and instead sits there, watching her, waitng with a curious glance.
Tik Tik looks back up to him, smiling slightly. At least with the shade this creature provides, she can at least see. Her palms brush up and down the warm member, slowly letting her scales tickle along the length. The beastman growls slightly, but soon slumps on the ground, sitting right in front of her, his length rising to life. Again, he says something, but the chuckle in his voice makes her believe that he is enjoying it, so she continues, sliding her palm up and down along the shaft.
And such a strange shaft it is, quite unlike Prakibak's or how she imagines a dragon would look. The tip is hidden under a sleeve of flesh instead of the whole thing resting in a sheathe. The head, as it emerges from this sleeve, is bulbous, almost like a mushroom. She seen such phalluses in her book, yet to see one up close and this large is another thing entirely.
She reaches for her cloak and tugs at it, looking up into the creature's eyes. "I want to take this off and keep it clean, okay?"
The monster man tilts his head, narrows his eyes, but then grunts. Whether he understands her or not, he doesn't seem keen to say, but she takes a step back from his impressive size and unhooks the green cloak. All the while, the green creature sits down on the ground, watching her with a keen eye.
She lays it aside, folding it nicely and then moves onto her shirt, pulling it off to expose her underbelly. After that, the footgear and the pants go next before she is soon as naked as he is. She licks along her maw and takes a deep breath before climbing up onto the thigh of the giant and then hopping onto his meat. She wraps her arms around it and sits upon the bed of his furry groin. But she soon wraps her own legs around the pole, sliding herself up along the shaft. She shudders, feeling the sweat and musk of the creature rub off onto her and goes back to other chapters in the text she looked over. They mentioned how potent the musk of other races could be to someone, but what attacks one individual can be quite different than what attracts another. She presses her snout up against the revealed skin and takes in a deep whiff.
Her head spins in the strong aroma and, soon, she actually falls back against the beings stomach, her body reeling. Perhaps the book should have warned her about the potency of such things. She can hardly even move with her stomach and her brain churning so wildly. She tries to bring herself back up, but the monster pushes himself up, causing her to fall down. But this doesn't last for long, either, as he scoops her up in one hand, holds her close to his chest, and stomps off into the ever-encroaching night...

Tik Tik sits bundled under the arm of the massive man-thing as it marches away from the cave--from her home. Luckily for her, it saw fit to grab her clothing and her supplies before stomping off. Finding the way back home is less important now than it will be later in her journey, for surely a master mage can easily find her way home with the application of proper spells, right?
Sensing no immediate danger from the beast, she mimes in her hands the opening of a book and the turning of pages. The green, hairy beast stops and looks down to her, grunting as it watches her movements. After a moment, it holds up her things, shuffling them around in its massive hand until it dumps the book off into her lap before making its way through the darkness once more. She yips happily and flips through the pages, humming to herself as she does.
Thumbing through the pages detailing all things of humanoid build, she eventually stops upon one section in particular: beings known by the writer as "Giants." Such a strange term, indeed, since most things in this book could be considered "giant" to the kobold. She scans over the words of the introductory chapters written in her tongue and pauses when she reaches a point that gives a few sayings.

"Hello," Tik Tik chirps, using the phonetic translation between dragon and giant tongues.
The giant stops in its tracks with a snort and grumbles once more in response.
She brushes her finger through the lines and then continues. "My name... Tik Tik" she says, placing a hand on her chest, nodding. "Tik Tik. You?"
The giant snorts once more and stomps on through the woods some more "Gramble," he grumbles.
Tik Tik squirms around in his grasp, but Gramble tightens the grip on her, pressing her up against his chest. Luckily, she picked up a few more lines. "Tik Tik... Kobold. Gramble is?"
"Troll..." he grumbles, stopping once more. Tik Tik looks from the corner of her eye to see that just beyond is a valley where a strong stone bridge resides. A rough path cuts into the rock of a small cut in the earth where an ancient river had once traversed. The trail proceeds down to a small indentation and another cave. She frowns at the sight. She wants to remain upworld, not go back into some cave.
"Gramble Troll. Tik Tik Kobold," she says, hoping the draconic name would translate well enough for him. "Tik Tik want learn sex from Gramble."

Gramble's lips curl up into a smile, his breath pungent, yet the musk in his wide chest does much to cover up the stench.
"What Gramble want?" Tik Tik asks.
The troll arrives under the bridge and drops the rest of Tik TIk's things to the side. He tosses her onto a bed of rotted furs.
She coughs and rubs her butt, closing the book and placing it beside her. It was quite the rough landing, but she had a feeling she didn't need the book anymore. After all, Gramble, this... Troll, as he called himself, stands before her with that massive erect cock. Tik Tik gets on her knees and flutters her eyes at him. She yips once more, and licks at her snout, around to the corners of her mouth.
Gramble does the same, his tongue large and green, much like the rest of him. The troll steps forward, wrapping a large clawed hand around the shaft to keep it positioned straight up. He pulls back his foreskin, letting the bulbous head pop out, slightly glistening from the precum that pearls at the tip of the head.
Tik Tik takes a deep breath and shudders. Now this dong is something she'd call "giant," for sure! The kobold has to attack this with care to not harm herself, so she scoots in, some of the fur on the bed breaking off of its flesh as she does. Her blue eyes look up to the black points in the sea of white that is Gramble's and she flicks out her tongue, plunging it into the dollip and pulling back.

She gulps down the sample of his seed, her shoulders shaking as the slimy stuff slips down her throat. She gasps and then blinks, looking up to him again. He just smiles and nods. She then takes a deep breath and flicks once more, this time pushing in deeper. Her pointed tongue darts out so quickly, that it pushes through the mucous membrane of jizz and slips into the troll's urethra.
Gramble gasps at the sensation, falling to his knees. His chest rises and falls at the sensation and he bites his lip, stroking his cock, nodding in exuberance. "M... more!" he coughs.
She quirks her head, but reaches up, placing her palms on either side of the exposed head. She brings her snout closer, pressing nose against it. How lewd they'd say she was for such a thing, but it's the only way to get her tongue in closer. She spreads her mouth and sinks her tongue inside
Gramble's groans come out as broken breaths. His fingers gently stroke up along the bottom of his shaft, not wanting to explode early. The kobold's tongue swishes around in the opening.

How strange it is that so many orifices can lead to such delightful experiences. Will all of her encounters involve her using her tongue? She'll have to make sure to keep good care of it and exercise it daily.
She breathes in the troll's strong musk once more, but this time, it doesn't knock her out. She has grown used, actually delighted, at the sensation. She takes another whiff as her tongue explore deeper, the inside of his cock having an acidic taste that dances on her tongue.
Meanwhile, the troll's massive chest rises and falls as her tongue probes him. His groaning grows louder, causing a rumbling in the small cave that Tik Tik feels in her toes. He rubs his thumb on the underside of his pole, and his groans turn to a strained growl as he shoves his cock forward.

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