\n\t\t\t\t\tSovrim! This one was really fun to do because I got to design the characters myself, and I’ve always wanted to try putting a kobold I had rattling around in my head to paper! They’re simple characters, but I like simple. I don’t think the clothing shouldn’t detract from what’s underneath it on the kind of characters I draw. =P And boy, that little ‘bold has sure found something he likes underneath that minotaur’s tunic!Just by looking at this scene, I’m guessing that minotaur rancher-- whom I’m going to call “Nilos”, because he looks like a Nilos-- was alerted one morning to the sound of his horses making a commotion in his stables. Fearing predators, Nilos probably rushed out of his farmhouse and picked up a pitchfork to lay down some country law, because NO ONE’S gonna fuck with an angry minotaur’s livestock! (Actually, you can probably just stop at “minotaur.”) A brief survey of his land brought him to a little purple-cloaked visitor: a kobold-- who looks like an “Ikku” to me-- inspecting various animals.
“YOU THERE!” bellowed Nilos as he readied his pitchfork, causing the small green lizard in the robe to straighten up in attention. “Harm one hair on that sheep and you’re fertilizer!”
However, instead of turning and making a hasty retreat like most creatures threatened by a minotaur do, Ikku was not repelled. In fact, Ikku saw even greater treasure in Nilos!
“Ooohhhhh! Bullwalker!” the kobold chirped, “I no hurt beasties! Ikku never do that! Ikku helper! No hurter.”
“Don’t care. I don’t trust anything with claws skulking around my pasture,” Nilos responded resolutely, tightening his grip on his pitchfork. “Leave now.”
“Oh, claw no for hurt! Ikku dig! Dig dig dig,” said Ikku, bending down to scratch at the surface of the soil. “Bullwalker need digging? For seeds? Roots? Veggibaubles? Ikku help!” There was a slight pause from Nilos, bewildered by this turn of events.
“I till my own land. You have no business here,” Nilos answered.
“Then cures! When bullwalker feel hurt, Ikku make hurt go away with medicine!” said Ikku, brandishing flasks of unknown substance from his rope belt.
“Peddle your snake oil elsewhere, varmint,” commanded Nilos.
“Garments!” proclaimed Ikku proudly, flourishing his violet cloak. “Ikku make cloaks and robes! Patch holes! Tough and warm! Bullwalker need Ikku’s nimble fingers, yes?” said the little kobold, gingerly stepping forward and pinching the frayed lower hem of Nilos’s tunic.
“I am not interested in anything you are selling!” shouted Nilos, swatting Ikku’s paw away. “Now scamper before I stick you like a haybale!”
“Oh, no, bullwalker misterund… misdunder… misunderstand!” said Ikku with upheld excitement. “Ikku no selling. Ikku buying!”
“Buying?” repeated Nilos, taking a moment to understand the situation.
“Yes! Buy!” Ikku reached into his robe and withdrew a jingling pouch, thrusting forward the open rim to show Nilos’s the mound of glittering coin within. Almost immediately, Nilos’s demeanor and stance shifted.
“Er, well, I, uh, don’t know what I have to offer… Pretty much all my available stock is reserved,” Nilos muttered, hoisting his pitchfork as his focus switched to running numbers through his head.
“That okay! Ikku want bullwalker!” announced Ikku, gesturing to Nilos’s entire form. Nilos’s demeanor shifted once again.
“Me?!” said Nilos, more confounded by the direction this encounter has taken than ever. “I don’t know what you want with me, the only work I do for hire is here on my ranch.”
“And work is already done! Ikku want bullwalker!” said Ikku as he took a few bounding steps forward, completely undeterred in by Nilos’s resistance. He grabbed Nilos’s tunic by the chest and pulled the moist, darkened creases of the pits out from under Nilos’s arms. “Bullwalker oil...”
“What?”
“Bullwalker water...” Ikku continued as he pressed a paw into Nilos’s lower abdomen, resulting in a familiar unpleasant sensation.
“Hey!”
“Bullwalker cream...” said Ikku as he reached against the hanging base of Nilos’s tunic and wraped it around the bulbous, melon-like twin orbs hanging between the bovine’s legs.
“WHOA! What are you…?!”
“And bullwalker goo!” Ikku concluded, dexterously reaching his paws underneath Nilos’s clothing and gripping the warm, barrel-like shaft of Nilos’s member.
“Now wait just one minute!” says Nilos, taking a step back. Ikku’s grip on Nilos’s penis pulled it out from the folds and into the open air. Even while flaccid, Nilos’s cock completely dwarfed the kobold’s arms, and the bunchy foreskin hanging off the tip hung open enough for a paw to dip inside-- which it did. “HEY! You little...” Expecting scratching claws, Nilos raised a hoofed hand to swat at the impudent critter, but as Ikku’s palm caressed the surface of his glans with the softness and care of cleaning a wine glass, the pleasurable wave resulted in one more shift of countenance. “Be… careful!”
“Ikku always careful!” said Ikku, withdrawing a paw covered in sticky, viscous fluid from Nilos’s foreskin. He gave his messy paw a savory sniff and a satisfied grin before taking a flask from his belt off with his other paw. After popping off the stopper with a thumb, he used the rim to scoop the residue off his hand and into the glass container.
“Is… is that what you’re ‘buying’?” asked Nilos, his member not having retreated back beneath his robe as it had stiffened somewhat from its treatment. Ikku nodded gaily and hooked the flask onto his belt, but upon doing so, his paws thrust forward again-- this time diving BOTH of them into Nilos’s foreskin! The surprised grunt that escaped Nilos’s lips sounded more like his species than actual speech. Not only did the little kobold’s paws sink deep into the hot cauldron of penile flesh, his digits found themselves squishing the mass of skin wrinkled behind the curve of his glans-- the second most sensitive region of his hulking body.
“Bullwalker make many elements! Elements for potions!” said Ikku, pressing his thumbs behind the corona of his cockhead. Nilos wanted to discipline the little cretin for his impetuousness. “Elements for medicine!” said Ikku, curling his fingers around the bulbous mounds underneath Nilos’s helmet and caressing their surface softly. Nilos figured he could grab both those little green arms in one of his massive hands and yank them out of his foreskin in an instant. “Elements for cooking!” said Ikku, grinding his knuckles into the thin strip of skin connecting Nilos’s glans to its wrap-- the first most sensitive part of his body. Nilos judged the weight of the kobold and pondered how far he could be tossed. Yet, Nilos did none of these things, and a thick, copious stream of ooze pouring out from the base of his stretched-out foreskin was his response.
“Hoooohhhhhhh…” moaned Nilos deeply as every motion and contact the kobold’s hands made around his sensitive flesh paralyzed him with unwarranted pleasure. Ikku gasped, hastily plucking a paw out of the bovine’s cock hood to catch the seeping pre in the same flask as earlier.
“Is more for Ikku?” Ikku asked, using his one paw still sunken in Nilos’s foreskin to push it back from within. The fleshy cover unfurled and folded around the top of Nilos's shaft with a wet slipping sound, the cool air on his knobby glans serving as further stimulation with which it swelled, as did Ikku’s eyes. “Oooohhhh!” the little kobold squealed. Ikku tilted his head from side to side, investigating the end of Nilos’s unfurled penis with heightened interest and repeated sniffs. Meanwhile, Nilos, at a total loss for words and stricken with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, watched intently as the lizard tugged down on the lower lip of his foreskin and marveled at his frenulum’s elasticity and its surrounding pockets. “Yes, yes! Big hole and big tanks! Strong scent! Bullwalker have many wares for Ikku!”
“O-oh… you don't say...” muttered Nilos. There had to have been some truth to Ikku's claims, for nothing without fingers so delicate and artful could trigger such deeply-undulating waves of carnal delight in tender crevices of his body Nilos didn’t even know existed.
“Elements for Ikku, gold for bullwalker! Ikku handle everything, bullwalker give order. Make deal, yes yes?” asked Ikku, looking up to Nilos with big, bright, eager eyes and a smile joyful just to stand in the presence of such exquisite goods. The kobold didn’t even notice another long string of pre pour out of Nilos’s cockhole without a flask to catch it.
Many questions crossed Nilos’s mind over the past several minutes. Where did this little nomad come from? What does he make? What specifically would be made with these “elements” he’s harvesting? Why are they so valuable? Does Ikku really intend to do whatever Nilos demands to harvest these elements and pay for the opportunity with gold? All these questions demanded answers, so the moment he regained his composure enough to speak, Nilos began his interrogatio--
“Deal.”