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This story contains masturbation and mentions of sexual acts between consenting adults, as well as public lewdness in a fantasy world. Expect much more sexiness between various fantasy pairings/groups as the series goes on. :3 Also, just a heads up that this is the start of a big personal project that I'm going to do my very best to write at least one chapter of every month, which will first be shared on patreon, then shared publicly for everyone to read after it's been exclusive to my patrons for a month. It's gonna be lewd but wholesome and light-hearted for the most-part, full of allll the hot fantasy monsters getting it on with a smol but insatiable kobold lady and her friends, and draw inspiration from things like D&D as well as fantasy anime like That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, only, y'know, explicitly lewd throughout!

[center][b][u]How a Horny Kobold Ruled the World – Part One[/u][/b][/center]

Scurry had never been a [i]good[/i] kobold. Not in terms of morality; the small group she had grown up with had never really cared about such a worldly philosophical matter when there were rumbling bellies to be filled and shiny things to be stolen from the kinds of creatures more naturally inclined to not only possessing such shiny things, but keeping them for more than a day or two before they were stolen in turn by something bigger and stronger than another kobold. But rather, Scurry had never been good at the kinds of things that other kobolds expected her, and indeed all the rest of their kin, to be good at.

It wasn't that she [i]couldn't[/i] be good at those things. At stealing. At playing lookout. At grovelling for mercy and offering herself into the service of a more powerful being in order to save her own scales. The things that most kobolds were just [i]expected[/i] to do. When she was in the right mood, the right frame of mind, Scurry could thieve and scout and beg and offer up her very existence with the best of her kind. Even when she [i]wasn't[/i] in the right mindset, it wasn't that she actively resisted or refused to do those things, or to try. It was just that when the moment came, she often had other things on her mind. Other things she would rather be doing. Or, more frequently and specifically, one particular thing she would rather be doing.

"Mmmh..."

The night air was cool and fresh against the creamy scales of Scurry's thighs and belly, and even more intensely soothing and stimulating all at once as the kobold scrabbled and tugged at the front of her scrappy cloth dress, pulling it up until she could tuck its bunched up skirt under her chin, thereby rendering her hands free, and her loins more easily accessible. The green scaled back of the kobold's head rested against the tree where she was hiding, and she let slip an even quieter, softer hiss of delight as with two fingers of one hand she reached down and spread apart the smooth, delicate cream scales surrounding her slit, before delving the middle digit of her other hand between the now parted scales to caress the flushed pink, glistening flesh within.

Her toes curled, claws rustling the leaf litter of the elven forest beneath them. Her probing fingertip tapped and caressed against the delicate nub of her clitoris, tucked away at the very top of her slit, and though just a matter of seconds before Scurry had promised herself that she was just going to grant herself the quickest, briefest of caresses in order to keep her mind from wandering off the job at hand, the kobold's toothy maw spread into a goofy, all too familiar grin as she instead slid that first probing digit into the passage of her pussy, followed swiftly by a second, and began to rock her hips, tail twitching and lightly, arrythmically thumping at the trunk of the tree, as she started to finger herself, to masturbate in earnest.

"Mmh. Ahh. Yeah, that's good... oo-oohhh that's good..."

Scurry murmured to herself, tilting her head further back, far enough back that the two small black horns protruding back from the top of her scaled skull scraped against the tree's bark, leaving a thin pair of scores in the wood. She spread her legs a little wider, and after briefly withdrawing the hand holding her lips apart in order to grab at the bunched up fabric of her dress' front once again and pull it out from under her neck, stuffing it into her already panting muzzle instead to muffle her rising moans, she added a third digit between her legs and started to finger herself more vigorously. She rose up onto the tips of her clawed toes, eyes closed, flat, scaled chest heaving as she breathed heavily through her muzzleful of worn, stained and patched fabric. Her fourth and final digit, the thumb of her hand, sought out her clitoris once again as the other three digits slurped with increasing speed and abundantly increased moisture in and out of her spasming depths, and...

"[i]Ooest vellen, sii thar q'uestrelle?[/i]"

Scurry's eyes sprang open, and reluctantly her fingers froze in their motion against her quivering pussy, mere seconds away from the blissful thrill of release, as she felt the point of an incredibly well sharpened wooden spear against the scales of her throat. Looming over her was, of course, an elf. A guard of the settlement she and her clan were in the midst of raiding, dressed not in armour but in fine, brightly coloured robes dyed with the crushed essence of forest flowers, giving the clothing itself a fragrant, floral aroma which, had Scurry not been breathing through her muzzle in the throes of her pleasure, she might have noticed sooner. Indeed the fact that the elf was standing right in front of her let Scurry know that she would have had plenty of opportunity to run had she been more focused. Had she kept her mind on the job at hand. It also let her know that this guard, this elf, was inexperienced in matters of conflict. She knew it not just in the rather amateurish, albeit successful way he had approached her, but also by the way he was holding the spear so delicately against her throat, as though worried about harming her, and the way he was staring at her body. Her bunched up dress, and the visible scales and flesh on show beneath it.

The kobold, barely over three feet tall and thus almost less than half the size of the elf looming over her, took a deep breath. She analysed the situation. The elf's youthful eyes, relative to his kind at least, probably less than a hundred years old. His nervousness. His slightly reddened cheeks. His inability to meet her gaze eye to eye, actively glancing away when she tried to look him dead on, providing an opening for Scurry to strike back. To push the spear aside, to bite down hard upon the elf's wrist, and to use that moment of pain and shock to escape.

But... she had been so close to cumming.

And the way that elf was looking at her. Maybe, just maybe...

She winked at him.

He blinked in apparent confusion, but his blush deepened a little.

"[i]Karra'vess, sa ooest vellen.[/i]"

He spoke again in this elven group's particular dialect, a language Scurry had heard before in the time her clan had spent hiding out near these lands, but one she had never had the time or reason to learn. The kobold shrugged apologetically at her lack of understanding, but licked her lips, and just a moment later, moving slowly and carefully so as not to startle the elf with any sudden motion and provoke the reluctant, amateurish use of his still deadly weapon, slid her fingers out of herself, and used them alongside the fingers of her other hand to start spreading the lips of her pussy open even more obscenely wide, rocking her hips forward to present her nether regions to the lithe, suddenly scarlet cheeked elf.

He pulled his spear back, swallowing thickly. Scurry giggled and nodded, her heart starting to race again, not with fear of impending doom, but with the same intoxicating, irresistible thrill that had guided her fingers down between her legs just a short while ago. She was horny. She was really, really horny. But by some miracle, maybe this time her horniness wasn't going to get her in trouble. Maybe this time, she could actually use her horniness to get herself [i]out[/i] of trouble. Her head span, and her pussy throbbed at that idea, that [i]revelation[/i]. But just before she could put that thought into practice, just before she could try and coax the elf into watching her, or perhaps even touching her rather than capturing or slaying her right there on the spot, both she and the young, crimson cheeked elf with a tent forming in the front of his flowing robes jumped sharply at the sounding of a deep, rich horn-blast. An alarm being raised from a short distance beyond where Scurry was hiding, keeping a lookout to make sure that no elves ventured into the nearby shrine to one of their nature-focused pantheon of gods. The shrine which several of her kin were currently in the process of looting. Or rather, which they had been until that very moment, when she heard their squawking, raspy cries of shock and frustration, and looked around the edge of the tree trunk just in time to see all four of the other kobolds bolt out from the shrine, arms laden with finely whittled wooden carvings and fresh, ripe forest fruits, and vanish into the undergrowth as two more spear-wielding elves darted out with lithe, graceful swiftness from the shrine just a few steps behind the thieves.

Scurry looked back at the elf in front of her. She smiled weakly, apologetically at him. She looked down with unabashed lust for just one more moment, letting herself hope, letting herself dream for just that extra second or so as she regarded the bulge in the elf's robes, the sign of his arousal, his desire for her and her needy pussy. After that instant had passed though she let her dress fall from her muzzle, and even before it had fully covered her still glistening pussy and the damp scales of her thighs surrounding them, she was already running. Bolting away from the blushing young elf, too flustered and confused to give chase. Bolting away from the settlement in general, vanishing into the undergrowth like her companions, and running, and running, and running as only a kobold fleeing for their lives from a more powerful foe could run.

She knew better than to immediately run home. They all knew not to lead an enemy back to whatever cave or burrow or ruin or abandoned shack they were currently calling home. But even if she had been able to head back and reunite without delay with the rest of her small, ragtag kobold clan, bound together not by blood but by the simple knowledge that one single kobold was never going to last long in the wilds of the world, there was one thing Scurry had to do first. One vital, supremely important thing.

She needed to find a quiet spot, away from the elves, away from the other kobolds, away from anyone or anything that would have reason to stop her, and she really, [i]really[/i] needed to make herself cum.

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Hours later, with the moonlit night fading towards a new dawn, Scurry arrived back at the cave which for the time being her clan called home. She knew she would probably be one of the last to return, assuming that everyone else had in fact made it back safely, but despite that the kobold still found herself somewhat surprised when she slipped into the cave, following its winding, narrow, water cut interior passages well beyond any source of natural light, only to emerge into a wider, five foot tall cavern in which almost the entirety of her clan was standing, staring at her. A quick head count told Scurry that everyone from the raiding party she'd been a part of was present, the only figures absent a few who were probably sleeping or out gathering food. Before she could say anything to those gathered before her though, either expressing gratitude that everyone was safe or perhaps even apologising for what she was all too aware she needed to apologise for, the tallest and strongest of their clan, standing just a few inches shy of four feet with scales that were speckled with aquamarine amidst the rest of the clan's more uniform green, addressed Scurry in a murmur that was far more weary than it was actually angry.

"Well, there goes any good will you could have earned by being dead."

Scurry said nothing in response to Scarper's chastisement. Apparently this was the wrong choice, because another kobold, Dash, snapped at her with far more obvious annoyance.

"What the hell happened, Scur? If they didn't capture you before you could warn us, why the hell didn't we find out the patrol was coming until they were already inside the shrine with spears practically up our tailholes?!"

Before Scurry could speak a single word, not that she really had that much to say in her defence, another kobold cried out from amidst the pack before her, this time not even a voice belonging to one of those who had been out on the raid.

"Why didn't you give them the signal? Or, was '[i]HEY GUYS THERE'S FUCKING ELVES COMING![/i]' too complicated a warning to remember??"

And then, of course, someone said it. Not an insult. Not a condemnation, though it was certainly intended that way. Scurry heard the truth of the matter yelled at her from one of her kobold companions...

"You were masturbating again, weren't you? Getting yourself off in the middle of a raid while everyone else was relying on you?!"

Scurry huffed and folded her arms. She didn't deny it though, because she couldn't, and the clan... not just the kobold who had called her out so directly, but each and every one of them, knew it. A wave of murmurs and groans of frustration, or of simple resignation echoed through the cavern, and even Scarper didn't seem the slightest bit surprised as she frowned down at the smaller kobold.

"Scurry, we've talked about this before. We all think sex is great, y'know. And we've all... enjoyed your company that way. [i]Many[/i] times."

A slight pinkish glow rose beneath Scarper's cheeks, and Scurry tried her hardest not to smile in spite of the serious situation as she realised that the clan's leader was thinking of the last time she and Scurry had shared a bedpile, just a few days prior. Any trace of the smile that might have twitched at the corners of her muzzle soon vanished entirely however when Scarper's face grew stoic again, and the aquamarine speckled kobold continued to speak.

"We've all enjoyed it for what it was. A bit of fun when we had time for fun. But... Scurry, this keeps happening. You keep letting us down when we need you to be focused, when we need you to be responsible. We put our trust in you, and then... [i]this[/i] happens. You get distracted. You get horny, and you just stop thinking about anything else."

Despite knowing that Scarper hadn't said anything incorrect, Scurry pouted.

"I was just enjoying myself a little. I mean... I've said it before. What's the point in any of this, in stealing stuff to survive, to ensure that we have enough food and water to keep us going, and enough tribute to beg for our lives when some bigger and stronger monster comes along and lays claim to whatever scrap of territory we've tried to hold onto, if we can't actually spend time enjoying ourselves and the things we want to do, when we want to do them?"

No-one responded. Scurry hadn't expected them to. Words weren't her forte, after all. No more so than being a good lookout. What she had just said was her clumsy, inarticulate attempt to explain a feeling that was far, far deeper than any word or combination of words in any language that Scurry even knew existed, never mind one she could speak. Even if she had been able to explain it though, it still didn't undo what she had done. It still didn't change the fact that she had let her companions down, again. Nor would it change the fact that if they gave her the opportunity, she would do so again, and again.

The kobold shook her head and looked down at the cavern floor between her and the rest of the clan, just a few feet separating them, though it might as well have been an entire continent.

"I'm going to go to sleep. If anyone wants to join me for some sex first, you're welcome to come too."

Without waiting for a response, Scurry padded around the gathered clan and towards the rear of the cavern where in a cluster of even smaller nooks and crevices, bundles of cloth, straw and feathers had been assembled into fairly comfortable bedpiles. She crawled into hers, breathing deep the stale but strong scent of sex and feeling the still slightly damp fabric of the scraps beneath her scales. She pulled off her dress, laid down upon her side, and upon acknowledging that, of course, no-one was going to join her, she closed her eyes and slipped a paw down between her legs.

Somewhere between orgasm number three and a potential fourth, Scurry fell asleep. She dreamed, as she always did, of sex, and she awoke, as once again she always did, with her thighs clamped tightly around the base of her tail, clit throbbing and juices staining the scales not just of her tail's underside, but down a substantial portion of the insides of both her legs.

Just as Scurry was about to roll over onto her back, grasp the tip of her tail and stuff it inside her pussy though, she remembered the prior night. She remembered the conversation... if you could really call it that, the other members of the clan had shared with her, and for once, for probably one of only a handful of times in her adult life, the kobold decided not to masturbate after all. Instead, she sat upright. She listened to the sounds of other kobolds breathing. Sleeping. To a few murmurs from across the cavern of those who were awake chatting quietly so as not to disturb the others.

Scurry grabbed her dress and pulled it on, smelling stronger, fresher arousal upon the fabric and idly wondering whether she had squirted on it last night, or if she'd somehow cum on it while sleeping. Even as those thoughts meandered through her mind though, her clit throbbing but its urging, wordless calls unanswered at least for now, the kobold scrambled out of her bedpile and began to walk back towards the cavern entrance.

No-one said anything to her as she passed those who were awake. No-one asked what she was doing, where she was going given that there were probably still a few hours of daylight left, judging by the number of kobolds still asleep. They just let her keep on walking, slipping out through the cavern's winding tunnels towards the entrance, until...

"It's not too late."

Scarper's voice spoke calmly, though with sorrow evident in every word, as though she already knew that there was little use in what she had to say... though seemingly, her presence here indicated that she still felt the need to say it.

"You can change, Scurry. We can help you. We want to help you. We... we want you to keep being a part of our clan."

Scurry smiled. A genuine, albeit small smile at the corners of her scaled snout.

"No, Scarper. You want a kobold that looks like me, but acts like someone totally different. You always have. And... I get it. I really do. Our kind isn't big and strong, we aren't naturally gifted in magic or blessed with an aptitude for learning. Our only strength is in numbers, and even then, only when we actually work well together. So, it makes sense that you would want me to change, and it makes sense that if I was going to be selfless and supportive of my clan, I should want to."

The taller kobold sighed and nodded, then added a brief, sorrowful...

"...but?"

Scurry shrugged.

"But I don't. I don't want to change. I want... to keep being me. But I also don't want to keep hurting you all. Putting you at risk. So... I'm going to leave now."

Scarper's scaled brow furrowed.

"The forest's dangerous for any solitary wanderer. Even an adventurer. And now, with the elves all pissed off after we stole from one of their shrines, after they [i]caught[/i] us stealing from one of their shrines... one kobold, alone... Scurry. I know you think you have to do this, and... I know I'm probably just saying this to alleviate my own sense of guilt. But, please reconsider. Please don't throw your life away over a few orgasms that you'd still be able to have, just... at times when it's more appropriate."

To Scarper's surprise, Scurry clenched her fists. Not in anger at the older, taller kobold, but in determination.

"I don't plan on dying."

Scurry murmured.

"If I die, I can't have sex any more. I can't masturbate. I can't cum any more. So... I'm not going to die, Scarper. There's still so many orgasms I want to have before I can let that happen."

Unable to help herself, Scarper giggled. Scurry glanced up, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise at that reaction, but smiled back as Scarper's face glowed crimson beneath her scales, and she fought rather unsuccessfully to conceal her amusement.

"You're the weirdest kobold I've ever met, Scurry."

Scarper murmured. Scurry nodded.

"I know. And... even though I was kinda awful at showing it, Scarper? You're a really good clan leader."

Scarper's face grew hotter, and she scowled even as she snorted with laughter.

"Why did you just compliment me like you're returning a favour? You... you do realise calling you weird isn't a [i]good[/i] thing, right?!"

Shrugging, Scurry took another step forward, then another. Towards Scarper, but not into her arms. Not between her legs, though in that moment Scurry found herself recalling the other kobold's taste, and the way she whimpered and hissed through her orgasms. Instead, she walked past the other kobold standing at the cave's entrance, just inside the shadows protecting their sensitive eyes from the sun only just beginning to creep down above the tallest trees on the far horizon.

"Tell the others I said bye, okay? And... not that they should be, but, don't let them feel guilty. This was my choice."

Scurry didn't stop walking as she spoke. If she had stopped, she wasn't sure she would be able to start again. After all, just because she knew she had to do this didn't mean she wasn't terrified. It didn't mean she wasn't fully aware of how dangerous the world was for a whole clan of kobolds together, never mind a single one on her own.

As she walked, in her minds eye, Scurry saw Scarper racing out from the cave mouth and tackling her from behind. Rolling her over. Pinning her down to the forest floor beyond the cave, and kissing her. Peeling her dress up as she tore her own scrappy leggings aside, and pressing their loins together for one last feverish, passionate tryst to say farewell.

She braced herself for the impact. For the hug. For the temptation to stay that would wash over her when she felt warm scales and wet pussy grinding against her own needy body.

But... no such contact came, and it was then that Scurry knew without a doubt she was doing the right thing.

Even if the clan had let her masturbate whenever she wanted, even if she had been freed from all consequential responsibilities, and even if she had been able to spend the rest of her life as the casual lover of each and every other kobold in the clan whenever the mood struck them, they never would have truly understood her. They never would have been able to give her what she longed for, not specifically from them, but from life in general.

If they had understood her, if Scarper had understood the first thing about Scurry, she never would have let the other kobold leave without one last fuck, one last orgasm together, to ensure that Scurry's final memory of her time in her clan had been one she would cherish for the rest of her life.

Instead, Scurry walked alone into the forest, and lifted the front of her dress, her free paw sliding down to meet her already glistening, needy pussy, to grant herself not one last memory of pleasure in her old home, but the first pleasant memory of her new life.

"Mmmhh..."

Scurry stumbled slightly as she began to finger herself while she walked, eyes growing heavy lidded almost immediately, and probably only making it fifty yards or so into the trees before she leaned back against a sturdy trunk, spread her legs wider apart, and replaced her fingers with the tip of her tail in order to make up for what she had denied herself earlier on.

"Mmmh-haahhhhh!"

Another brief while later, Scurry's dress lay crumpled on the forest floor, and the lithe green scaled kobold lay on her back beside it, shoulders and feet pressed to the earth, back arched, one hand's fingertips massaging her clit as the other paw drove a good seven or eight inches of lithe, smooth scaled tail-tip in and out of herself. Her mind had so much to think about, so much to worry about, but in that moment it was blissfully clear. That was the joy of sex. The freedom of pleasure. There was no room for anger here. No room for guilt. For loneliness. For fear. There was just her tail plunging in and out, slipping against her squeezing, glistening inner walls, massaging the sensitive flesh between her legs. Just her tail, and her pussy, and her writhing, bucking, body, and her gasping, hissing muzzle.

Scurry wasn't a good lookout. She wasn't a good thief. She wasn't good enough at emotional manipulation to have begged and grovelled her way back into her now former clan's good graces. But, there was one thing that Scurry was better at than any other kobold she had ever met. Possibly better at than any kobold, any [i]creature[/i] in the entire realm. The entire continent. Perhaps even beyond that.

"Yesssss! Ah, a-aahhh yesssssss!"

There were stronger creatures.

"Mmmhhh, a-aahhhh!"

There were more agile creatures.

"Oh!! Ohhhhhyesss, cumming! H-[i]hhahhhhhyesss[/i]!"

There were creatures far, far smarter than Scurry as she shrieked to the skies and back in the middle of the forest, unable to think about what dangerous entities might be able to hear her, to prey upon her as she lay writhing in such a completely vulnerable and mindlessly exposed state.

But, that didn't matter. Because though there were undoubtedly creatures out there which could end Scurry's life in an instant, the kobold was willing to take that risk if it meant being able to be herself. No compromise. No restraint. No denying herself the slightest whim of blissful indulgence.

"Mmh-hhahahhhhhhh, more! Ohhh! Ohhhhyessss, gods yes, [b]more![/b]"

Scurry was horny. She was so, [i]so[/i] horny. And as she embarked upon her new life, a life where pleasure, where her sexual indulgences would never be expected to take a back seat to any other duty, Scurry wanted nothing less than to let herself be the most unabashedly, unashamedly horny kobold in the world.

"[b][i]Yes!! Yesssssss![/i][/b]"

From where she was still standing in the mouth of her clan's cave, Scarper trembled as she heard the faint but unmistakable screams of Scurry's pleasure, biting her bottom lip, and squeezing her legs together around a trembling, irresistibly crotch-seeking paw.

"[b]Aaa-aaahh, again! [i]Cumming again![/i][/b]"

Though he didn't speak draconic, nor the common tongue, nor any language other than that of his own people, the young elven guard recognised the distant, echoing sounds of sexual rapture as he patrolled the edge of his village, almost every single member of the forest guard on alert after the prior night's kobold raid on their sacred shrine. His pointed ears twitched, and his tanned, sun-kissed cheeks flushed slightly as for some reason, that sound made him think of the kobold he had encountered. The kobold he had almost captured, and whom he had witnessed engaging in such unashamed, careless self-stimulation.

He trembled. He swallowed thickly, and tried to resist the stirring beneath his robes as another piercing cry rang out.

Gripping his wooden spear tighter, the elf looked around. He looked back towards his village, then out into the wild forest beyond. Towards the source of the sounds. The screams. The bliss.

He couldn't investigate.

He couldn't indulge his curiosity, and, frankly, his arousal by trying to find the source of those sounds.

His duty was to his village. His people. To the forest and its protection.

But... he [i]wanted[/i] to follow the cries as they grew somehow louder, somehow even more frantic.

"Yes!! [i]Yesyesyesyes[b]ahhhhyessssss![/i][/b]"

He wanted to know what kind of creature could experience such intense and seemingly shameless pleasure, regardless of the danger their vocal cries could well draw from any of the many more dangerous denizens of the forest's depths. And, though it shamed him to admit it... he quite simply wanted to see [i]how[/i] the creature, who or whatever they might have been, was making themselves feel so, [i]so[/i] good.

He knew he couldn't.

He knew he shouldn't.

And yet... despite knowing that he had a duty to his people, an obligation to hold back, to resist temptation... the red faced, trembling elf glanced around to ensure no other elves were watching, peered briefly up at the sunset reddened sky to calculate how long he had before he was meant to check in at the end of his patrol, then stepped off the beaten path surrounding his forest home. He slipped out of sight, into the forest's undergrowth, and towards the source of those cries... thinking of the kobold, about the look in her eyes, the hunger, the glee, the all consuming pleasure as he caught her in the midst of her shameless masturbation.

He might never see that horny accomplice of the thieves who had stolen from his people's sacred shrine ever again. But if there were other creatures out there as free and shameless in their sexual indulgences as she had appeared to be, then maybe... just maybe, he didn't need to feel so frustrated and unfulfilled as he had been since the moment the kobold had fled from his presence. Wishing that rather than drawing his weapon upon her, he had simply watched her beautiful, pleasure-wracked features and busy, glistening fingers for a few moments longer, so that he might have had more of a coherent memory of the experience to cherish for his many centuries of life yet to come, and so that for countless days and nights of that long elven lifespan, he might possibly carry his own blissful, solitary self-stimulation to the same heights as hers, again, and again, and again.

By Jeeves