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The new coordinator that the Queen had hired irked Prakibak. Ever since Tik Tik had returned for that short pronouncement, proclaiming her news about the outside world, Tikana had become a different person, quiet, more reserved, more open to outsiders.

Including a very annoying, very frilly individual who calls himself a kobold.

"Mmm, no, no, friend," the feathered kobold says, looking over the Dig Boss's shoulder. "If you're going to drive your workers that hard, they're going to give up on you, and that is just no good."

"Hey, there Dalisk. I don't need you telling me what to do."

"Oh my," he says, placing a hand upon his chest and fluttering his eyes. "Are you bossing me around, then, Mr. Prakibak."

Prakibak gulps. "Haa... n-no, you're the advisor, advise."

"Mmm, gladly," he says, walking past him, his feathery tail brushing up against Prakibak's thigh as he passes by .

Gritting his teeth, the Dig Boss says. "Hey, Dal!"

"Hmmmm?" the featherbold asks, tilting his head back, his mouth turning to a playful smile.

"Just..." Prakibak rubs over his horn. "I want to talk to you... in my burrow. Discuss plans, you know, for expansion."

"Oh, I'd just love to talk business with you, Mr. Big Bad Dig Boss. I'll see you at Mushdim..."

Mushdim comes and Dalisk leans up against the wall of the chambers, looking over his shoulder. All of his ostentatious clothing is discarded. His tail raises up, brushing over Prakibak's bare chest. "Never thought you to be the kind to experiment, Dig Boss..."

"Sh-shut up!" Prakibak says, grabbing the kobold by the tail. "I just... I'm just frustrated, that's all."

"Mmm... don't you breeders have a whole list of partners to get your rocks off?"

Prakibak pulls on the tail stepping up to him, his kobold member poking at the slit of the feathered friend. "It's not the same, not since her."

"Mmm, Tik Tik, right?" Dalisk sighs, his claws scratching over the rocky wall.

Prakibak grunts as he thrusts himself into the male's hole. His hand reaching around, holding onto him, brushing over the feathered body. He pants, his chest pressed against Dalisk's back, his chin resting over his shoulder.

"Hmmm, such a deviant," Dalisk purrs, his eyes closed, smiling a toothy grin. "Who'd have thought you'd like to fuck a gu-"

"Y-you're just pretty, okay!?" Prakibak says, his length burrowing in deeper. "Very... effeminate. Those feathers..." his fingers brush downward over that plumage, finding the featherybold's own short member.

"Aaah..." he hisses, tilting his neck back. "I'll have you know I'm considered quite manly where I come from. If I, mmm, wanted to, ah... make myself effeminate, I'd... I'd pluck my feathers or dye them a dull brown."

Prakibak chuckles, his thumb running along that length. "H... ha... is that so?" he asks, growling a hot breath over the feather bold's neck. "Sounds like your women are boring."

"Oooh, dreadfully so," he says. "Our men are the most beautiful. Other tribes covet us for our good looks."

"Well, then, it's an honor to fuck you, Mr. Coordinator." Prakibak says, nipping at his neck now.

With a gasp, Dalisk groans, his body shuddering. The strong kobold's touch on his body causes him to gush forward, letting out streams of cum dribbling down his pole and over Prakibak's fingers. "Aaah... nn... the pleasure, is all mine," he says. "Obviously..."

Prakibak frowns and lets go of him, pulling out, rubbing the back of his head. "I, uh... s-sorry, I don't know..."

"Shh..." Dalisk places a finger upon Prakibak's mouth and shakes his head. "I get it. Many first-timers have a problem. It feels different in there, inside another male." He chuckles. "But male, female, this feels the same..." He walks behind him now, wrapping both hands around Prakibak's more considerable length.

"You can imagine I'm Tik Tik, if you want," Dalisk coos. "I'm sure that would be an interesting idea for her research."

Prakibak closes his eyes, his deflated length starting to come back to life. "U.... Uhh..."

"Mmm, someone's in love, aren't they...?

"Y... you already finished," Prakibak began, looking at his cumstained hand.

"Mmm, that doesn't matter. If the wonderful guy who gave me that ride doesn't get off, what does that mean for me? Am I not a good lover?" He grabs the hand and pulls it close, rolling out his tongue. Staring into Prakibak's eyes, he licks up his own semen from Prakibak's fingers, then wraps his mouth around one, sucking off the remaining jizz. All the while, he continues to pump the shaft.

That does it. Prakibak's voice becomes louder, warbling in increased anxiety and excitement as he shoots out, staining the wall with his expulsions. "Uu... uuh, Tiiik!"

"Mmm... that's much better," Dalisk says. "Now then, I'm sure our meeting is concluded." He says, giving Prakibak a quick lick. "Be sure to tell your girlfriend all about me."

"Sh... she's not my girlfriend!" Prakibak says.

"Sure, she isn't," Dalisk says, rolling his eyes. He pulls himself away, letting the last vestiges of his touch disappear from Prakibak's body.

But the Dig Boss grabs the kobold by the wrist and turns to face him. "Wait..." he says.

"Hm...?" Dalisk tilts his head.

"I wasn't lying earlier... when I said I wanted to talk business with you."

Dailisk lifts an eyebrow ridge, curiously humming at the Dig Boss.

The next Shroomglow, the diggers get back to their work, slacking off as usual and needing the touch of their boss. Prakibak places a hand on one of the digger's shoulders and says. "Listen, friend. We're doing this for the betterment of the tribe. Why don't you put some more effort into it, and you'll get rewarded?"

On the other side of the line, Dalisk hisses at a couple of slackers, whipping them with his tail. "You two, pick up the pace, or you'll get less rations tonight!" He smirks, looking towards Prakibak, who gives him an approving grin.