New Zone, New Abilities, and Oh Hey Fucking

Until now, the valley that made up your starting zone was your entire world. You never imagined you would ever see beyond its rather dull, sparse woodland, its only real ornamentation the river that pours in from somewhere else to the medium sized lake near its middle. You never even considered that one day you'd cross the invisible yet seemingly implacable barrier that marked the edge of your entire universe and step into the lush, dense forest that apparent lay just beyond. But you were a mongrel then, and you're a kobold now. And you need a much bigger world.

Gero projects a reserved air as she takes in the sprawling groves, one arm casually propping her massive club over a shoulder. Momo, however, makes no effort at all to conceal her amazement, the little kobold gasping in wonder behind the sleeves of her robes. "It's so beautiful...why can't our home be like this?"

You shrug, sniffing at the air testingly. "I think our home was a blessing, sort of. We didn't thrive, but we did survive."

Gero grunts, thumbing her nose carelessly. "That's all changed now."

Well, you don't disagree. But you think it'd be best to still stay on your toes. You've come so far, you'd be one embarrassed ghost if it was all just to be slaughtered in moderately nicer surroundings. Best get down to business. "Are we still doing this like we planned?"

Momo nods and Gero grins, heaving her club down to take hold of it with both hands. Well, time to test exactly how much of an upgrade you all got.

It strikes you again that, more than anything else, Abilities really are what makes the difference between nothing fodder and actual powers in your world. Like, mongrels always told themselves that they had keener senses then other species? But you remember your old info, and the big fat "Special Abilities: None" at the bottom. But as a Kobold, it is simply a fact that your hearing and sense of smell are substantially boosted. It's right there for you to read, 'Kobold Awareness'. What it all adds up to is that once you and your two companions set about searching for your first target, it doesn't take long before you've found a trail and begun your pursuit.

Now, you have both decent combat statistics and an actual weapon proficiency, which would normally make you a respectable **** in combat. Unfortunately, you don't have a weapon, and you aren't too keen to test your rather middling melee abilities barehanded. Similarly, while Momo has an array of healing and buffing spells, she lacks any real attacking powers and is even weaker than you are in basic hand to hand. In most cases, this lack of offensive options would have been a problem for a pair of fresh, aspiring kobolds.

Fortunately, what you do have is Gero, and as far as offensive options go she's got to rank pretty high.

And so as Momo rubs her little hands in the loam, then reaches up to paint dark brown markings down Gero's cheeks, you keep an ear out for your nearby quarry and consider your options. Your Leadership Ability seems to be sort of an aura thing, allowing you to give your allies one passive buff package at a time. 'Inspirational' seems like a default, giving a bonus to experience gain that looks too small to actually be much use. Level two yielded 'Cunning' and 'Careful' though; are these predetermined, or are you gaining them based on your actions? Either way, 'Cunning' has a boost to critical damage in its effects, which is a well suited to your other ability, so you activate it.

Gero takes a deep breath as Momo clasps her hands and quietly murmurs to herself, her earthen markings beginning to dully glow. Flickering and sputtering, the marks pulse up into a flare and then energy sinks entirely into Gero, your warrior companion unmarked but her eyes shining with a new light as she puffs out her chest. Momo nods to herself, folded hands still pressed to her bulging breasts as she turns back to you. "There, it's done!"

"That was the Blessing spell, then?"

Momo nods. "Yes, I could also cast Invigorate if you want?"

You shake your head. "No, we might need it later. Ready, Gero?"

The big female grunts impatiently. "If you don't point me at something to smash soon, I'm just gonna smash you."

"Good timing for me then. Let's take a look."

Quietly as you can, the three of you peer through the dense brush you've stationed yourself in to inspect the beast that grunts and snorts nearby, rooting its snout around in the dirt. You've never seen it before, but all the same you know it's a boar, a dumb looking beast with vicious tusks that's easily taller on all fours than a mongrel is standing upright. Lucky you aren't mongrels anymore. You glance over at Gero, keeping your voice low. "As soon as you think it's near enough, take it."

She nods, muscles tensed as she stone-facedly watches her prey snuffle around, her cold patience belying her previous show of restlessness. She holds for what seems like an eternity, waiting as the boar digs up and eats a mushroom and waiting even more as it wanders about. Then, the piggy beast takes a few steps closer to your hiding place and Gero surges forward, movement so fast that it registers more by the awareness that your Ambush Tactic has been activated than anything else. The boar doesn't even have time to finish its squeal of shock before Gero's overhead blow smashes directly into the top of its skull, the single guaranteed critical hit from Ambush combining with Gero's substantial power and the buffs from her packmates adding up to a strike that all but evaporates the beast's head.

Gero howls in victory and Momo cheers as you quickly check your experience. Yep, that's a third of a level. You're done just surviving. It's time for your people to thrive.

You've undergone a number of changes since becoming a kobold, some very obvious and some less so. Some, you were totally unaware of until you found yourself behaving in some way you never had before yet still finding it perfectly natural. For example: as mongrels, the unheard of feast that is the boar carcass would have prompted an all-out fight for ownership, immediate followed by a gorging of raw meat, immediately followed by a day or two of contended napping. But now you find yourself digging out a shallow as Gero crafts a simple spit, spearing the pig end to end. She hefts it up as you carefully spark a flame in the moss and branches Momo gathered, then sets the meat over your growing fire to roast. You've never waited to eat in your entire life, and Gero CERTAINLY hasn't, yet here you all are patiently sitting as the boar slowly crackles and gives off more and more maddeningly delicious smells. Even when you've declared it's cooked enough, when Momo lowers her head and begins to quietly pray over the meat you and Gero both respectfully incline your heads until she's finished.

A second afterwards, though, all three of you are ravenously stuffing yourselves to the rafters with pork in a frenzy of primal indulgence. You've come far, but not that far.

The boar is picked clean before you know it, and while you're committed to hunting your way up the levels tomorrow it doesn't take much to convince the others you've earned a night off. So you sit around the smoldering fire, full and content as you chat about how far you've come and where you hope you're all headed. The warmth of the fire and the excitement of the last few days has clearly drained Gero, who stretches out on the soft earth and quietly drifts off to sleep. Momo sighs contentedly as she cuddles into your side, idly trailing her fingers along your stomach as she turns her fawn-colored eyes up at you. "Why aren't you hugging me back?"

You aren't quite sure how what the answer to that is. "Um, I'm not sure. A lot's changed, Momo..."

Your little companion frowns, pressing herself against you even more snugly. "But we always sleep like this! That doesn't have to change, does it?"

"No, I, ah, don't want that to change either..." Momo smiles warmly, her pretty face craning up towards you as you instinctively lean closer. Your faces inch closer and closer, not even realizing it until your noses are almost touching. At that, Momo's eyes finally widen, giving a little gasp as you stare at one another with almost blank expressions of confusion.

Then you press forward, catching Momo's plump lips in a primal kiss as she mewls in unthinking pleasure. Neither of you have ever done this or even conceived of it before, but judging by your deep, hungry exploration of each other's mouths and the way her little hand plunges into your pants to wrap around the base of your furiously hardening cock, you're both naturals.

You don't break the kiss as you pull Momo's robe down , her big breasts wobbling indulgently before you can possessively take hold of them with your greedy hands. She groans into your mouth as you caress the fat nipples that throb into your palms, her own hand slick with pre as she pumps your fully engorged manhood. You break free from her hypnotic lips with a gasp as a particularly well-timed stroke sets your suddenly overstuffed balls twitching, Momo immediately releasing your dick and taking the opportunity to scrabble up to her hands and knees. She throws a near **** look at you over her shoulder, whining in intense need as the tail wagging atop her bubbly, out-thrust butt whips the scent of girlish arousal all over you. You'd thought that being a kobold had made you less of a savage, but as you take hold of Momo's wide hips and line up your straining dick you can't help but be grateful for the more primal aspects of your ascension.

It takes you a few attempts to get the aim right, mostly due to Momo's rapturous tail wagging and butt wiggling. But it doesn't take too long for you to finally catch your cockhead between the plush folds of the girl's pussy, the two of you sharing a gasp of pleasure. You slowly sink your full length into Momo, the busty kobold shuddering and moaning as she lowers herself down to her chest and raises her rear even higher into the air. You've never had another female but she is absolute heaven, her folds parting gratefully before enveloping your delirious member in their snug, milking softness. You've only just bottomed out when Momo starts using her hips to hump back against you; it's all your can do to steady your grip and thrust back as her melange of giggles and whines mix with your grunts and growls, underscored by the undisturbed snores of the deeply sleeping Gero.

It being your first time, you don't really have a concept of how long you're supposed to last. Even if you did it wouldn't be helpful here, your first sex with Momo having already blurred into a fog of deep pleasure and a sense of powerful closeness. You only snap back into awareness when the churning in your nuts reaches the breaking point, your breath catching in your throat as you unload a thick wad of cum deep into the howling, quivering Momo.. You shoot twice more before collapsing against her back, out of breath and still an little confused and absurdly happy all at the same time. You push a sweat-drenched lock of hair out of your face before turning your head to grin exhaustedly at Momo, only to find her muttering something to herself as a glow envelops your spent body.

Or what was your spent body, at least, the ache draining away from your muscles as your previously flagging cock surges back to full mast inside Momo. So that's what an Invigorate spell feels like. Momo looks back at you with that same pretty smile, an impish gleam in her eyes as she questioningly gives a little hump to your suddenly back-in-the-fight manhood. Her giggle transforms into a squeal as you begin thrusting into her anew, and the two of you continue to celebrate all of the delights that your new lives together offer long into the night.