Ulharsauriv moved quickly across the open fields, her feet following a path she knew so very well, but one she hadn’t had a chance to take in months. She peeked over her shoulder nervously, she didn’t like being in the open. She was sure she wasn’t in any immediate danger, she was however quite far out of the boundaries the tribe had set.
The Human ruins were very much off limits. Too dangerous for kobolds such as herself. The elders warned of the many dangers they contained. She knew better though. She had by chance found herself lost in the ruins a few years ago and happened across the chieftain and the general having a very forbidden interaction. She kept her head low and has kept their secret that even they didn’t know she knew since. 
She was no fool. As long as they got to sneak away to wet their slits, she could do the same. After some searching she had found a great hideout. Not too far to slip away on a free day, but isolated enough she wasn’t likely to be seen by anyone going to and from her grand den of debauchery. 
There was only one other kobold that knew of the small ruined space she had found. Afterall, a hideaway for sneaking some intimate interactions was useless if you didn’t bring someone with you. There was only one male she had any interest in. They weren’t mates, or spouses, or whatever the other races liked to call their pairings, nor would they ever be. No, they were just good friends that enjoyed each other quite physically. 
Another forbidden act the tribe would punish them for. They were not to be breeding without authorization. She was always careful to time it far enough from her cycle to prevent a clutch. As far as she was concerned as long as she wasn’t adding unwanted eggs to the hatching grounds, the tribe could just stay in the dark about her activities.
Her earrings clicked as her claws scrambled for purchase, ascending the ruined adobe bricks. The hole in the wall that was her access point quickly coming into view. There was a ladder above that was a much easier way in, but with the tribe on high alert after all their recent bad luck, she couldn’t risk being exposed on the upper path. No, it was a quick climb and a rather uncoordinated roll through the hole in the wall for her. 
Picking herself off the dirt floor, she quickly looked around. She was the first here. Good, that means her embarrassing tumble could stay as yet another secret for her to keep. She wasted no time discarding her loincloth, the only bit of clothing she ever wore. Stretching tall she relaxed for the first time in weeks, feeling the warm air on her bare scales. She needed this so bad. Still, she felt a little remorse going behind the tribe's back under the current circumstances.
It had been nearly three months since individuals started disappearing. It was concerning, but not unheard of for kobolds to go missing. This was too much though. They had lost dozens of members before anyone had found the giant spider lair full of the dry, withered remains of their lost brethren. The war with the spiders kicked off immediately. More losses rolling in day after day. She had been so worried. As an artisan, she was safe from being sent to combat. Especially after the elders ordered all females to be kept safe. They had already lost way too many would be needed to replenish the tribe once the danger was eliminated. Her friend however was quite male, and a member of the forward scouts, a group hit extremely hard by the attacks.
She hadn’t been able to see him much, no time for them to sit together and talk while they played games after their work for the day was done. Certainly no time to sneak out of their tunnels and meet up at the nearby ruins to fully enjoy each other's company. Today was the first day in a long time they would have that opportunity. She continued stretching her muscles while waiting for him, hoping he wasn’t far behind.


Vorelmolik scampered along silently, staying low to the ground as he made his way around the small hill where he knew she was likely already waiting. He hadn’t been able to get out of his duties as early as she would have, but  his skill as a scout would allow him to take the more direct route. Quickly clearing the open space while staying hidden from any eyes that might be watching. 
The last few months have been very stressful. He had been nearly eaten more times than he would ever care to remember. His scout group has slowly been whittled down from twelve to three, merged with other groups to get back to full strength then whittled back to two. The chaos had left him no free time to do anything other than be terrified and slay spiders.
Today was different though. The elders have finally declared the emergency over. Most of the tribe was celebrating in the den, but Ulharsauriv had slipped him a note. He had a much more satisfying way to celebrate. Honestly, more than anything he missed getting to spend time with his friend. That he would soon be mounting his friend yet again was a very big bonus though. They had been friends since hatching, always together, always supporting each other. Getting to slip away to fully embrace that friendship was by far the best thing they had found a way to do.
Reaching the top of the hill he rolled into the opening without a second thought, sliding down the old wooden ladder. Landing at the base he found her already there, already disrobed, and already bent over wagging her tail at him waiting. Most kobolds wore little to no clothing, their tribe was different, enforcing strict modesty laws. This only led to it being so much more enticing when you did get to see a bare slit. His friends face smiling invitingly back at him made it so much better. 
He loosened his own cloth, letting it slide free to reveal his shaft, which was likewise quickly sliding free. His dick bobbing before him as he walked to her. They would talk for hours later, but for now, words weren’t needed. Standing behind her he grabbed her hips and maneuvered himself with practiced expertise. Sliding his member smoothly into her slit as he nibbled one of her ears softly. It was everything he had been waiting for for weeks… yet, something was off. Something was just not quite right. His hips were bucking with his normal rhythm, his shaft fully hard piercing her deeply… Still… her reaction was wrong, and the feeling of her cavern around him felt amazing, but so very different…. What was he doing wrong? Suddenly unsure of himself, his confidence plummeted. What was she going to say if he couldn’t properly perform for her after such a long delay in meeting?


Ulharsauriv shouldn’t be feeling like this. She needed him, she could feel her body responding as soon as she heard him sliding down the ladder. She had wasted no time presenting her slit to him, nor had he so much as paused in his approach to mount her. Something was different this time though. It was… too tight. Like there was already something inside her before his impressive member had driven into her. He was bucking into her. She could feel him moving within her, feelings of pleasure driving sparks of ecstasy through her whole body. Yet… still… there was something else. She could feel it now. There was something else in her slit, something that was growing, swelling… 
Oh… she knew what it was… she knew what she was feeling.. Or, well, he now. They had lost too many females, and her body has clearly responded. Switching sex. Now she was a he… and her, no his, friend was in his slit, their dicks held tightly together as he pounded his rear. Slipping a hand back he could feel it, both his dick stretching his slit wide as well as his own starting to peek from his slit. 
Without warning Vorelmolik slid free and sat back. No, he had ruined their meeting by changing sex. Would it just be this, or was their entire friendship at risk? She couldn’t even bare to look back at him, and worse, her new cock wouldn’t stop getting harder. Was this what is was always like for males? How could they make this work?


Vorelmolik couldn’t take it anymore, something was wrong. He dismounted, a trail of fluid splattering on the ground beneath them as he shifted back. Looking again over Ulharsauriv’s sexy hindquarters. Ashamed he was unable to perform for her. Then his eyes caught sight of her slit, and more importantly, the member sliding free from it. She had switched! She was a he? That is why it had felt so different. She was a he! His mind ran through so many things as if frequently did. 
This was… perfect! Now they couldn’t be kept apart! They could take quarters together and wouldn’t have to sneak off to fuck. Something was still not right though, Ulharsauriv was still acting wrong. Looking over his friend, he could see it. They wouldn’t meet his eyes, embarrassment and shame heavy on his face. This wouldn’t do. His friend was not allowed to feel bad about this. How could he make him know it was okay though…. Ulharsauriv was starting to gain some composure, he had known him long enough he could see the apology making its way to his mouth. No, this just wouldn’t do. He had to show this didn’t matter, he had to show this changes nothing. His dick must know just as well as his mind since it surged back to full mast. With an equally powerful surge he pounced. Locking his maw around Ulhars’ before he could say anything. Tongues twisting around each other, the moment of surprise giving him the opening to drive his cock back in. Ulhar would know how much he ment to him, even if he had to fuck him silly to prove it. At least, he knew, if he got too rough this time, he could lift his own tail as repentance. This was going to be perfect.