The Orgy in Lowbie Zone Fifteen

Look, you'd be the first to point out that you are a drastically different person since your not-too distant days as a mongrel. Your thinking is much more advanced. Your conception of the world on the whole is vastly expanded. Something's on the top shelf? Boom, you got that shit. Despite all of that, you have to admit that there was something intensely satisfying about marking the single source of all of your pre-evolution hopes and fears as belonging to you and your pack. It's primal, intense. It feels good.

That being said, the whole place smells like piss now, and as the rest of your pack is discovering, you're all a little too domesticated at this point to be down for that. So when one of the others suggests you maybe let the place air out a touch, no one has any objections.

And so you and your victorious friends pour out of the soon to be conquered outpost, chattering in almost reverent tones about what you all had just achieved and intently studying their new statistics sheets. You're no less excited; if anything more so. What's going to happen when you claim the fortress? You saw on the Conquest pop-up that your Tribal Strength had reached Level 1, what does that entail? Is your level only determined by how many kobolds you have? Are there more choices to make for your tribe, like leveling up? Who gets to make those decisions? All of that and a thousand more queries besides race through your mind.

You don't get any further than that, however, as the moment that you're all far enough upwind of the stained fortress, Momo catches your gaze. The little cleric's lips plump in a smile as she unfastens the sash of her robe, a gasp going out from somewhere in the pack as it falls down from her shoulders to reveal her gloriously heavy chest. She starts sashaying towards you, ample hips swaying from side to side as you immediately begin fumbling your clothes off as quickly as possible. Fuck, how does she act so sexy? Should you be acting sexy? You must be doing something enticing, because before you know it Momo is squishing her fat breasts into your chest and mewling in lust as you envelop her in your arms, greedily drawing your lover into a hungry kiss.

As Momo takes possessive hold of your rock-hard dick, stroking it with a savant-like expertise, you have the presence of mind to glance around at the reactions of the rest of your pack. They seemed shocked at first, starting as you and their sole spiritual leader grope at each other's parts like hormonal teenagers. Then you notice tails that had slowed in shock starting to gradually speed up again, the familiar scent of feminine need filling the air as lower lips are bitten and eyes start to glaze over. One of the kobolds who had taken position in the guard tower grins nervously up at Supu, the giant bruiser tilting his head at her in a daze as he watches the female experimentally hike up her robe. He gives a strangled noise as she turns and waggles her naked bottom at him, glistening lower lips puffy with arousal, then all but rips his clothes off to take hold of the cheering girl's hips and sink himself inside her sweltering pussy. Both kobolds groan in delight, and then the dam is released.

Honestly, you don't get a full sense of everything from that point onward. Gero pulled you into a kiss not long after Momo sank to her knees, the talented priestess swallowing your cock in a single toe-curling gulp. You do know that the whole pack is gleefully indulging in one another, unashamed and blissful. Even Higen, sort of. The surly kobold keeps to himself around the outskirts of the All Pack Fuck Bundle, but you don't miss that he's pulled his dick free and is unabashedly beating off.

Well, you do you Higen. The rest of the pack happily grunts and humps and giggles in an orgy of fuck-victory as Momo gently pushes you to the ground, her big boobs ponderously jiggling as she slips your shaft inside her cunny and starts ride you, moaning her pleasure as she tries to gather up her throbbing nipples with her little hands. Her over-blessed bosom is more than an armful for the otherwise petite girl, however, insolently wobbling out of any attempts to corral them. Luckily her dear friend Gero is there to literally lend a hand, the big kobold plopping herself down on your face so she might squeeze Momo's overflowing tits in her powerful grasp. Gero's husky chuckle turns into a warbling groan as you begin to urgently devour her quivering pussy, Momo letting out a squeal of rapture as your amazonian lover firmly pinches the cleric's **** nipples.

Kobolds are the Best.

The sun has begun to rise when you finally pose the issue of your next steps, the flow of your post victory sex-travaganza having more or less ebbed by now. First issue seems to be officially making yourself a Level One Tribe, with all the decisions there in. It only seems right that everyone get a say, so when you suggest a simple vote on all choices there seems to be unified agreement.

Besides, if everyone is involved, you can keep on and off fucking one another. And it seems unlikely that that is going to fully end for at least a while.

You bring back up the Tribal Stength screen with the hand that isn't currently deep inside Gero's drenched folds, the rest of the pack Ooo-ing and Ahh-ing gamely. Except Higen, who spits. And the two kobolds currently sucking dick. But they at least give big thumbs ups. You clear your throat officiously and begin reading out your tribe's first steps towards actually mattering.

"Okay! It says that since we have at least ten members of at least four different classes, we've reached Tribal Level One." You think back to the different outfits your packmates had, doing a quick mental tally. "It seems like we have...six different classes? I know Schemer, Canter and Brute, but what are the other three?"

Momo shakes her head, cutting in. "Actually, my sheet changed when the Tribe leveled. It says I'm a Priestess now, but I haven't gotten a chance to check what else has changed."

Oh, true? You glance at your sheet and sure enough, you've shifted from 'Schemer' to 'Tactician'. Well that's certainly more respectable! One of the Brutes offers that they're listed as 'Bruisers' now. That's pretty interesting. You look to Gero for confirmation, which she provides by orgasming all over your hand.

The kobold you remember as Dool, but know is now Dyu, raises his hand. "My sheet still just says 'Kobold'? But it has a bunch of other options now? Like Farmer, and Craftsman, and other stuff? I think I'm supposed to pick one."

Three others nod in agreement, being of the same class. Okay, you knew about these. So these guys are the generic 'Townsperson' class. Which might sound boring? But you've poured over the information available to you long enough to know that A) the majority of your pack is going to wind up being like them, B) as they've already proven, they can fight if they need to, and C) if you're going to function as a tribe, you absolutely need these guys. Hell, if it wasn't for having to worry about hostile encounters, you wouldn't need anything but these guys. "Okay, what else?"

One of the archers spits out one of the other archer's dick long enough to chime in. "We were Shooters, but now we're Harriers!"

Huh. From what you can tell, all tribes have a standard combat class. For most it's some sort of infantry thing, but kobolds seem to have a kind of ranged skirmisher, good for harassment from the flanks. Not the best for pitched battles, but at this point it seems unlikely your tribe would be in anything bigger than small scale or hit and run encounters. Add in the shock value a heavy infantry unit like the Bruisers give, and you aren't in a bad spot. Could be a problem going forward though. Keep that in mind. "Higen, what are you?"

He grunts. "Wilder."

What? Is that even a word? "Is that, like, a ranger type thing?"

"Yes."

Woof, whatever. "Anyway, that's what we have now. We could get more when the tribe levels up again, but we'll have to see. Next page?"

Nods, so you swipe. Okay, now this is getting interesting. The next page turns out to be a sort of skill tree, the world "Kobold Pack" circled in the middle with a long web of blurred out options branching off of it. "Kobold Pack" is flashing so you give it a touch, and up pops a series of prompts. "Oh man, okay. So Tribes can get all sorts of natural bonuses it seems? But the types of bonuses we get depend on what type of tribe we are. So we need to answer some questions and they seem pretty important. First off --" you squint at the screen. "Are we 'Barbaric' or 'Cultured'?"

There's a general murmuring, one of the Harriers speaking up "Is this supposed to be what we are, or what we want to be?"

"The second one, I think."

Further mutterings, but when you call for the vote the agreement seems to be solidly for 'Cultured'. You give that option a click, then blink as the world shifts around you. A moment later, you're aware of the fact that you feel...neater? You can tell your long hair is cleaner too, and it's been pulled back in a sort of bun. The gathered kobolds all make noises of appreciation as they too discover small changes about themselves, a cheer going up as one of the townspeople holds up his robe to reveal that, while it is still unadorned and quite humble, it has changed from threadbare and ragged to clean and well made. This is a change that has your full approval. Especially since 'Cultured' doesn't seem to preclude your easy attitudes towards sex, judging by the continued casual pleasure your packmates are indulging in. Okay, what's next?

"Are we 'Devout', or are we 'Iconoclasts'?"

This seems to inspire a bit more of a lively debate, though Momo's impassioned arguments and pouty puppy dog eyes win the others over to 'Devout'. You click that option, then shiver as a sense of...something passes over you. Glancing around the others seem to have felt it too, but as far as you know there haven't been any visible changes. Weirdo. Right then, last option.

"Are we 'Cooperative', or are we 'Isolationist'?"

"Isolationist."

Higen's immediate, impassioned response takes you by surprise. Your one-time rival hadn't deigned to speak up once or even vote in any of the previous discussions. "Really? Why?"

The wild-looking kobold gives you a look of disbelief. "Are you serious? We've met one other group of people in this entire world and they spent their free time murdering us. The only reason we are even in the position to make this choice is because we killed them all. That's all the argument I should need."

You hate to admit it, but the jerk's got a point. He wasn't even privy to your experiences with the Oaken Elves; so far kobolds are zero for two on the friendly neighbor count. Maybe if you go Isolationist, it will give you the tools you need to survive the third group of neighbors you encounter, too.

You open your mouth, grudgingly prepared to support Higen, when Shibou hesitantly speaks up. "I, um...I think we should be Cooperative."

Higen rolls his eyes. "Why?"

The big kobold's ears flatten, clearly unused to being on the spot in a debate like this."Because...it sounds nicer, I guess?"

The kobold slaps a hand to his forehead. "How did you grow so much without your brains getting any bigger? *'It sounds nicer'*. That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

Shibou's mouth tightens into a hard line, the Bruiser preparing to defend himself when one of the Townspeople throws her arms around his wide shoulders, glaring at Higen. "Hey, don't be mean to Shibou! We have to be good to each other!"

Another kobold chimes in. "Yeah! We don't have to be pushovers, but...we got rid of those guards because they were bad. We can't turn around and be bad, too!"

Higen growls, stepping forward to confront the increasingly riled pack. "We don't have to be like them, but we have to be willing to--"

He cuts off when Momo interrupts him, her sweet voice as authoritative as you've ever heard it. "I vote for Cooperative."

The others immediately begin to yell out their votes of agreement, Higen shaking his head before plopping down in a sulk. There's really nothing you can add to this, is there? You select 'Cooperative' and the skill tree vanishes. Guess you'll find out what this all means in due time.

With that you stand up, taking a moment to lick Gero's juices from your hand. "That's it! So, what do you say we claim our new home!"

The pack cheers as you bring up the Conquest screen, ceremoniously selecting Claim. A loud chime fills the area, the ground rumbling as you and your fellow kobolds jabber in anticipation. The chime grows louder and louder, birds flying from shaking trees as the sky itself seems to shimmer. It builds, and builds, and builds, until...

A giant message pops up reading "PATCHING", obscuring your view of the outpost. Oh. Guess the zone has to...work at it a bit. Right, that makes sense. Right.

Hm.

Sort of...anticlimactic.

Well, there is some housekeeping you wanted to see to, and the pack doesn't seem to mind so much, having decided to recommit themselves to fucking and sucking one another. Good thing you didn't have to pick 'Prudish' or everyone was going to be super bored.