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Dufu really didn't mind the rain, he had been taught by his carpenterbold master to appreciate what it did for their people. Rain refreshed the ponds, which helped the fish. Rain grew the grass and other things that other animals ate, in turn allowing the hunters to catch them for the tribe. What Dufu did hate was leaky roofs, and earlier on this rainy day he had been informed by his master to go across the village and fix another kobold's leaking lean-to.

The gray kobold apprentice hated leaking roofs because he really did think there must be a better way to make the roofs that the tribe used almost exclusively. Lashed together green limbs from trees just never lasted long enough. He had brought this up to his master in the past and been laughed at, certainly there must be better ways though. Even living in a cave would save his people from the near constant drippings.

As he trudged up the muddy dirt path, wheelbarrow full of limbs he had harvested in the early morning saved from being soaked entirely by a small hole allowing water to pour from the bottom of the contraption, Dufu did at least understand what that would mean for himself. Living in a cave would mean his job wouldn't even exist, he'd be doing some other task that may be more dangerous than this one. Though, perhaps climbing up trees on rainy days in a thunderstorm wasn't the safest thing he could be doing either.

Making it to the little hut next to a fallen pine he hollered over the downpour at the kobold inside, almost barking his approach and letting them know that he was here to fix the leaks, which really just meant piling more limbs on until the dripping stopped. The makeshift buildings owner sticking her nose out of the fur covered doorway and squinting at him as rain drops plopped heavily onto her white furred snout, answering his call out with her own, "Thank you, carpenter, I know you must be busy but it's sorta dripsy. I am Sheeky, by the way."

Waving her back into the relative dryness of the hut as he begins to unroll the tied limbs and toss them onto the shanties leaning canopy, she doesn't obey, instead tilting her head around to continuously watch him. It wasn't the first time Dufu had been watched at his work, and it didn't cause him much anxiety. Finishing the task fairly rapidly before approaching her and bringing up the fact that she needed to be inside if he was to know his work was done.

The pink nosed female embarrassingly agreeing to that fact before pulling her head back inside, followed by a few more minutes of standing in the driving rain. The scent of fish stew begins to tickle his nose, she must have been cooking inside the little hut. Lost in the smell for a bit as he hadn't eaten all day, being gathered up at the crack of dawn by his master to fetch the limbs that he had just applied, Dufu didn't even notice the small female return to the doorway, or hear her answer.

"Are you well, Carpenter?" she asked, prodding at him with a paw and shaking him out of his daydream of food. "Huh? Yes, I just need to know if your still leaking inside." She shook her head at him, repeating herself and offering him shelter, "It's fine now, thank you. Come in, you look like a half drowned jack rat."

The rain was getting worse, coming down in heavy sheets while the constant thunder and lightning seemed to be increasing. Dufu took the offered shelter quite happily, thanking her profusely as he ducked in around the leather sealed entrance.

* * *

The inside of Sheeky's hut was nothing spectacular. Kobold buildings rarely were much more than leaned up logs, covered one way or another to keep out the weather, but it was a home. The floor had been recently covered over with peat moss, and she had a small fire going in one corner. The source of the strong fish smell cooking away in a clay pot placed over some raked out coals.

Waving the dripping carpenter over to the fire before getting him sat down on to the pulled back mossy floor Sheeky pours praise onto him, "You worked so fast, that was amazing." Dufu doesn't even really hear the words, eyes and stomach focused entirely on the relatively large pot of soup, mouth watering as the severed head of a fish roiled to the surface. Sheeky noticing his focus almost immediately tilts her head and taps at the hungry kobold's shoulder, "Do you want some? I made too much for just me."

Nodding his answer to the huts owner Dufu loses himself watching her spoon out the mixture into a wooden bowls, offering him one a stabbing stick to help pick out the bits of fish. They both sit there quietly in slightly smokey hut, feasting on the soup as the rain pours down harder and harder.

After devouring the fish head she'd given him, bones and all, Dufu finally slurped down the last of the broth and took notice of the huts owner fully. She was one of the handful of white furred females the tribe had attracted a few years previously, perhaps a year or two his elder. The few females that had been furred like her hadn't been unmated for long, surely she had a mate as well, but there were no signs of this around the hut. No nesting box for eggs just away from the fire, no spare hunting implements or crafts tools.

With typical kobold curiosity Dufu gets to the point and asks aloud of his host the question that had popped into his head, "Where is your mate? No one is hunting in this weather, or doing much of anything besides me out in this getting soaked. Even my master didn't want to get out in it more than he had to."

With an over casual shrug the smaller female skewered a bit of fish meat in her bowl, "The ancestors took him a few weeks ago, that or he has ran away to another tribe. I don't know."

It was a brutal truth, kobolds sometimes would go out of camp and simply never return. Usually they were killed by the predators in the surrounding forest, but often there was no body given back to the camp for grieving to be gone through with. It was a harsh truth of their world, one they dealt with by hoping for the best while accepting the worst.

On the verge of tears, staring into her bowl, Sheeky sat there as Dufu watched her. These outland kobolds had been a huge boon to the tribe, bringing new lifestyles and ideas with them. The chief had made it very clear that they were to be cared for and helped to integrate as much as possible, for the benefit of all. Dufu knew this pain, he had lost siblings in similar manner. Every soul in the camp knew this pain, frankly.

Putting his bowl down and doing the only thing he knew to do Dufu hugged the milk-fur female, their kind suffered under the lash of so many things that as a species it was silently agreed that they would never suffer under each other, everything possible would always be done to bolster up those who were flagging. To raise spirits, to make it known that none were ever alone.

The anguished cries coming from the tent were only partially drowned out by the weather.

* * *

Darkness was coming on, and the rain had shown no signs of stopping. Dufu had managed to calm the mournful girl down, finally even giving his name. Which, to his surprise, she had already known. As they had spent the afternoon in the hut it became clear to Dufu that his master hadn't stayed in because of the rain, but because Sheeky had asked for him in particular. This was a fairly common thing to have happen in the tribe.

Females ultimately got to choose who their mates were, and she had been urged by the tribal chief to pick a new male soon. To push through her pain, for the sake of herself and all of the others. She had considered Dufu as a possible choice, wanting to spend some time with him, this rain had simply created a very easy situation to put them together. Dufu had simply never seen it coming.

Having been entirely focused on his trade he'd never noticed her watching him at recent festivals, he hadn't even known she'd existed before this rainy day. This afternoon being allowed to happen though would have been entirely up to his master, who had clearly okayed it. Which meant that he was very near being allowed to take up the tasks on his own instead of being watched like a puggle next to an open flame.

Sheeky, once her tears had passed, asked him the question he knew would be coming soon. If he would take her as a mate, and while kobolds were known for being dull creatures it would have taken a much dumber male to not agree to the terms. It was a win-win-win situation. He got a beautiful mate, she got to fulfil her tribal duties, and neither of them held jobs that involved going out of the camp, ensuring to some degree the safety of both of them in the long term.

The pair agree to the arrangement, kobolds are not creatures to see much point in taking time to think stuff like this out. The harsh realities of their existence tending to demand haste above most other things. Swiftly working out a plan for Dufu to expand the rickety hut in the coming days they make quick work to seal the deal, with Sheeky getting to her knees in the moss, pointing her bottom upwards and awaiting her mates end of the bargain.

* * *

Taking Sheeky by her wide behind Dufu considered what it was he was supposed to do. He simply had never attempted to actually breed a female before, but he liked what he saw. Even if he couldn't fully explain what it was he was looking at. With her head down on the moss in front of him and looking back expectantly he casually presses his loin cloth covered crotch to her rear, dry humping her displayed hindquarters to little effect.

Sheeky blinks and looks at him, after a moment realization fills her eyes and she laughs at him. Quickly explaining in short phrases what it was he needed to actually do. The blushing carpenterbold had never felt more ridiculous in his life, but he untied his own loin cloth and did as she said. Pushing her behind up against his bare crotch and continuing the previous action, waiting for her to tell him what to do next.

Holding onto her plump tail as she pressed back into him the experience was, Dufu had to admit, very pleasant. She was warm, and smelled a bit like vanilla. The pressure of her bottom on his lap was quite nice and swiftly brought him on to a full erection. Noting the poking her butt was suddenly getting Sheeky teasingly giggled at him before giving more instruction. Arching her backside up and pointing to where he needed to stick it.

Doing as he's told, careful to aim for the right spot, Dufu pressed forward again with confidence. The kobold's slightly pointy egg maker slamming into Sheeky's pink twat as he snugs her tail against his chest. The sudden thrust causing her to squeak and move slightly forward on the moss before encouraging him to keep going. The warmth from before seemed to rise from her, and he could feel himself being gripped now.

Bouncing off her plump bottom, developing a steady pace, he seems to get a handle on this whole process fairly quickly and before long Sheeky's squeaks have escalated to panting into the cool moss, urging him to breed her, demanding he go harder, all while pressing back into his thrusts every chance she can. This was work, Dufu admitted. Much more fun than climbing trees though.

On the other side of the experience Sheeky was pleasantly surprised, it wasn't uncommon for young males to not know how to breed, but it was uncommon to wrangle one with some actual stamina. Her tribe-sisters had often lamented to her about how sessions tended to go too quickly for them, with mates that really only cared about finishing the task. Her previous mate had been similar, seeing it as a duty to do quickly and move on from. This tribe had much different views on sex compared to the one she and her other snowbolds had left.

Her new mate was holding up well, taking control after some help and driving her down into the moss in much the same way she had day dreamed about him doing. Maybe their shaman had been right about fish soup giving stamina. All she knew for sure was that the sudden aggressive action of him biting into her tail cause her to moan loudly on the floor and submit fully, riding out her orgasm while messily dripping her own juices onto the floor.

Sudden realization hits her as she catches her breath, he had no idea what he just did. That meant that he might could be taught to act better than most of these other gray males. Looking back at him, with hearts practically in her eyes, Sheeky urges him for more. To ride her so hard that she'd be on the dirt. Dufu obliges her. Picking up the pace with his teeth still sunk gently into her thick tail.

How he was holding out she didn't know, or really care. The bliss of it taking her entirely as he bottomed out repeatedly. This was entirely unlike her other experiences, even the one she had with a male from her home camp, but the exertion of it was really starting to show on the male. Releasing his bite and starting to pant she knew he had to finish soon or he might need to stop. That would doom this relationship, she had to make him finish.

Cooing back at him between broken gasps Sheeky tells him to breed her, to put his eggs in her. How excited she was to be taken. How badly she had needed this and in turn, him. Something finally snaps, and she feels his hips press down again, nearly stuffing moss into her mouth as he shoves her down. The familiar, and deeply missed feeling of him throbbing and pumping inside her pushing her own edge once more.

He had finally been told what to do, thank the gods. Dufu had been very careful to listen to his mate, wanting to make sure he did what she wanted, and did it well. He cared about the quality of his work. Thankfully she had finally told him what to do next, and as he leaned over her slightly to penetrate as deeply as possible he couldn't help but growl passionately; feeling his seed begin to overflow out of her pink muff.

A moment later the now properly mated pair disconnect, both plopping down onto the squishy floor; desperate to catch their breaths.

* * *

The roof started dripping again some time late in to the night, but neither kobold's really cared enough to try and fix it in the dark. Instead they focused seeing how many times Dufu could go again, Sheeky teasing him relentlessly for being so obedient. By morning neither had slept, but the task of building a nest box and speaking to the tribal leaders about their new situation seemed more important.

Dufu's master would have to wait a bit to check in on his apprentice.