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Happiness, as tradition would suggest, is only a Troll away. In Bergen Town, however, Trolls hadn't been seen in nearly twenty years. Being left to their own vices to try and achieve true happiness, the Bergens have come to a dead end, giving up on even trying anymore. The town's depression grew into a large plague of sadness, affecting each and every Bergen, young and old; yes, they would smile, they would laugh, they would even find joy in simple things, but they would never, ever be truly happy.

One Bergen, however, hasn't quite been feeling like himself. Chad, a royal guard who works alongside his childhood friend, Todd, has been feeling quite above the weather, and he isn't quite sure why. As he studies his friend, posing nearly nude in a leopard skin kilt in a particularly wide-legged pose, that feeling only seems to grow.

"Are you about done, Chad?" Todd asks, his voice gruff and a bit plain, almost monotonous with an effort to sound concerned.

"Just a bit more," Chad replies, examining his friend's curves and strong, twiggy legs. The way his moles and warts align are simply adoring to look at! I'm so glad he allowed me to paint him this way. "Are you aware of just how photogenic you are, Todd?"

"Photo...who?" Todd asks, "Heh, what makes you say that?"

"Oh... ah... n-nothing!" Chad replies, hiding behind his easel, his swampy turquoise flesh turning slightly darker as he blushes, "Just hold still a moment, yeah?"

"You're acting a little funny... are you feeling well? Maybe you're sick... should I tell the king?"

"No! No, don't be silly! Trollstice is soon, isn't it? All the more reason to be..."

"Happy? There hasn't been a Troll around in years. Best to drop the hopes, Chad. Sorry to say it, but what kind of friend would I be if I weren't brutally honest?"

Chad returns to his painting, defining every shape and nook and cranny in his friend's figure. It's true. He's always been a true friend to me. Ever since we were young, he would always do his best to remain honest and loyal. Even when we went skinny dipping and he told me to hide myself because I was getting an...

Chad looks down at his uniform trousers, feeling a bit of a tent forming. Erection. "Ah... hold on, will you? I need to use the little Bergen's room."

"Take your time. Gives me a chance to rest!" Todd says, standing up straight, his joints cracking and knuckles popping as he stretches out of his pose. "Aah... go on then!"

"Right. I'll be quick, don't you worry," Chad winks, rushing out of the art gallery and into a nearby bathroom. He closes the door, rushing to a rather rusty looking toilet, he wastes no time in taking down his trousers and plopping himself down on the cold, hard seat. He looks down at his reason for leaving the gallery, his erection, watching it stand firmly on its own. The swampy turquoise shaft and slightly darker tip stare up at him, twitching and pulsating for attention.

He grips his large, meaty, clawed fist around his thick, muscular cock, dragging his grip up the entire 10 inches, feeling every protruding vein as he strokes back downward. Closing his eyes and flashing a toothy, crooked grin, he releases a relieved groan, stroking a few more times, a bit harder and faster this time. He feels his heart rushing inside him as his imagination turns to Todd, slowly stripping off the leopard print and the cloth beneath it, showing his impressive member. He imagines Todd motioning his long, bony finger for Chad to "come here" while winking, licking his green lips.

"Mmgh... y-yes..." he groans, stroking faster as he imagines Todd coming closer. "Todd... I gotta..." he mumbles, biting his lip, stroking faster and thrusting up into his own fist, groaning with each slam against himself. His mental imagery shifts to a close up of Todd's mouth slowly moving closer to his cock; the imagination is so vivid, he can almost feel Todd's breath on his tip, sending shivers up his spine as he strokes harder, breathing faster. "Todd... yes... p-please..." he moans in lust as his mental imagery takes Todd closer to his cock, sticking out his dark green tongue, just touching Chad's cock, making him cum hard, bringing the orgasm out into the real world.

"Aaghh! I'm c-cu--uugh!" he groans, feeling his orgasm building as he's about to cum. Soon, the door bursts open. In a bit of a panic, he takes off his hat and covers his cock with it, his orgasm pulsing through his shaft, coating the inside of his guard's hat with his own seed. "Mmmghh-y-y-yes? Who... who's... th-there?!"

"Chad?" Todd asks, peeking in, seeing Chad covering his unsightly position with his hat. "Well, you've never had to use the bathroom this long before, mate, so I got a bit worried," Todd looks at the hat on Chad's lap, "You doin' alright?"

"Uh... yeah! Y-yeah, just, uh... little privacy, be done soon!" Chad blushes.

"Alright... well... hurry up then, the king wants this painting by four and it's nearly three-thirty," Todd turns to walk away, "Don't worry, didn't see anything!"

Is it bad that I kind of want you to see it? Chad blushes, picking up his hat. His cock drips with his bluish-colored, cloudy textured cum; he came so hard that his seed even drips down the inside of the hat. Suppose I should clean this up then, huh... that was a close one, though. He sighs in relief, watching as his cock slowly begins to shrink away. Slowly standing up, he wipes away some cum from his tip, wiping it on his pantleg. Zipping himself up, he makes his way to the sink, washing his hands and drying them off, using the same paper towel to poorly wipe out the inside of his hat. Cleaning up what cum he can, he throws the towel away, plopping his hat back on his head. He looks at himself in the mirror, admiring his large, bulbous nose and his moles that looks similar to Todd's. We would look so nice together. This feeling... it's so nice. Every time I think about him... ah, I better get back to the gallery.

Chad pants as he weakly jogs his way back to the gallery, stopping before the easel. His friend and model, Todd, sits in the focus area, not even remotely striking the smallest pose. Chad watches as Todd sighs, resting his elbows on his knobby knees, his head in his hands. He's used to seeing his fellow Bergens depressed, but something about Todd's sadness breaks Chad's heart that much more.

"Todd?" Chad asks, "Aren't we finishin' the painting?"

"I want to, Chad, but... oh, it's silly. It's nothing."

"Come on... what is it?"

"I just... lately I've been having this weird... feeling," Todd explains, sighing, "And... it's a nice one. But... it can't be real. I've never eaten a Troll, so I'm just confused and waiting for the moment that good feeling goes away and never comes back."

Chad looks at Todd in awe and remorse, slowly approaching his side and sitting next to him. "I've been having a feeling too. It's like... bugs flappin' around."

"Like butterflies?" Todd asks.

"Yeah... and then my tummy feels..."

"Warm?" Todd asks.

"Yeah..."

Todd looks to Chad, "And all you can think about are all the possible reasons why you feel this way... and when you get to that one thing in your mind..."

"The butterflies flap even harder... and creep up to your lungs and try to escape..." Chad says, looking to Todd.

Todd leans closer, "Yeah... and... they want to escape in the form of... words, or even screams sometimes."

Chad leans as well, "Wanting to be noticed in a weird way that... nobody would ever be okay with, but at the same time... it's like the world doesn't matter."

"Exactly," Todd says, looking down at Chad's lips, then back up into his eyes. "I... I just... feel..."

Chad leans forward enough to press his forehead against Todd's, "I feel... happy."

"Happy..." Todd moves his lips closer to Chad's, whispering, "You... make me happy."

Chad's heart flutters as he takes the plunge, pressing his lips against Todd's, locking the two in a deep, passionate kiss. Todd doesn't pull away, but leans forward a bit more, deepening it as he rests a hand on Chad's jaw. Chad can't help but hold his breath in surprise as he feels Todd's hand slide down the left side of his neck, then down his shoulder, and soon, down his left side.

Chad shivers, deepening the kiss and leaning Todd backwards, laying him down on the focus area's posing platform. He lays atop his fellow guard and looks down, deeply into his eyes. This is it. This is the feeling and where it comes from. Am I actually... happy?

Todd kisses Chad harder, slowly inching Chad's trousers over his belly and just over his hips. Chad begins to slide a hand over Todd's leopard skin kilt, untying it and slipping his hand over Todd's belly, gently rubbing downward as he caresses lovingly, kissing along Todd's neck and jaw as he feels along Todd's thighs. He slips another hand along Todd's right hip, gently raising his hand higher, grazing Todd's groin. Chad blushes as he feels a rather stiff shaft throbbing against his hand. He grins in the kiss as he wastes no time; he grabs ahold of Todd's shaft and begins stroking it, listening to and feeling Todd's moans against his lips. He strokes firmly and slowly, feeling Todd moving his knees apart.

Todd pulls away from the kiss, whispering, "I want you to..."

"I know," Chad moans, sitting up on his knees and taking Todd by the knees, lifting his legs over his shoulders, "I've wanted this for a long, long time!" Chad groans, breathing huskier as he positions himself, guiding his cock with his hand to the entrance of Todd's anus. His ass is firm and round, just begging for a hard, firm penetration. He wastes no time; Chad presses the tip of his cock against Todd's ass, gently thrusting it inside.

"Aagh!" Todd moans, closing his eyes, feeling his ass slowly fill with Chad's large, thick Bergen cock. "Yes... God, Chad," he moans, feeling blissful sensations blooming inside him, bursting in his belly and making him feel hot all over.

Chad thrusts deeply inside his friend, his urge to thrust faster creeping up his spine. Soon, he can't ignore the urge anymore. Wrapping his arms under Todd's legs and holding onto his knees, he thrusts harder, plunging his cock as far into Todd's ass as it'll go. Thrusting harder, the Bergens' balls tap against each other vigorously, only exciting Todd that much more. Todd's erection sways to and fro between the two, forming a bead of precum at the tip.

Chad groans and smirks down at Todd, "Touch it. Stroke your cock for me."

Todd's heart skips a beat in surprise as he shyly grips his own cock, stroking it and swirling his thumb around his precum-covered tip. He bites his lip as the crashing sensations of pleasure take him from the inside out, overwhelming him as Chad keeps thrusting.

"That's it... yes," Chad groans, "Harder... I want you to cum for me," he moans in a slight growl, thrusting harder and faster, "I want to see you cum!"

"Aagh, Chad! F-fuck... m-me!" Todd groans, stroking himself harder and faster, trying to match Chad's pace. The gallery's walls reverberate their moans and they become louder and louder. The groaning and the growling grows so intense, until finally, the Bergens come to silence, ending their serenade of passionate moans with grunts of great force and winded orgasm.

"I'm...c-cumming!" Chad groans, thrusting one final time into Todd's asshole, filling him as much as he can with his thick, sheer, bluish cum. "F-fuck... y-yes! Aagh-nn-nngh!"

Beneath Chad, Todd also allows himself the sweet release of a powerful orgasm, "Y-yes! Aauugh!" he cums hard, groaning loudly and curling his toes as his seed sprays upward, landing on Chad's chin and a bit on his own chest. Soon, their heartbeats and synchronized. They pulsate together, panting and shivering together as they slowly reunite their lips in exhausted kisses.

Breaking away from the kiss, Todd smirks a bit, "You think the king or maybe the cook will catch wind of this?"

"If they do..." Chad chuckles, "We'll show them something to really talk about."

"You've always been the bold one, Chad."

"And you... the soft one. Very soft," he says, smirking, leaning in for another loving kiss, gently caressing his lover as the world fades away.