Title:           (For /tg/) Not just a pickpocket
Author:          Pony_Azathoth
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First Edit:      Friday 24th of July 2015 10:49:53 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 25th of July 2015 12:45:48 AM CDT

Davol never leaves his post. Never.
 
The merchant's guard was a head above the others at the busy and crowded market. The humans in the crowds only ever eyed him with a bit of apathy, but a few had fear. His grizzled features, strong chin, and muscles would easily make him an attractive male, if he wasn't a damn half orc. His gray skin and small tusks poking up from his mouth just made sure everyone knew what a damn half breed he really was, but he didn't care too much about that. He was being paid to stand here and look scary, so that's what he would do.
 
The fat little merchant halfling that stood just a few feet was him wasn't a bad guy, on the contrary he was a very nice guy. But his silver tongue and general aura of fake friendliness just grinds the half-orc's gears in the worst way. In many ways he wished he was back in the saddle and kicking the shit out of some of his orc 'brothers' with other adventurers. He frankly didn't give a SHIT about killing orcs, so whenever anyone asked about that he often felt a very strong urge to punch their lights out. An orc raped his mother. Why would he care about killing them?
 
But his thoughts and general edgy brooding was cut short by an even tinier figure near his feet, slinking around him almost like a cat would. The kobold beneath him almost made him sneer, but it was a friendly sneer one reserves for your favorite little trouble making scamp.
 
"Ahh, I see you've returned, little pickpocket." The half orc said, almost affectionately. The kobold feigned a looked of shock.
 
"Oh- Davol! How dare you call me that. I have done no such thing!" He said, holding his hand up to his forehead as if about to feint.
 
"You stole money from my pocket, I think that qualifies as pick pocketing." The Half Orc said, crossing his arms. Almost bemused as to how the kobold was going to explain this one.
 
"I only did that to win you some money gambling!"
 
"Pff- you only gave me the money and winnings back after I threatened to wring out your neck!"
 
A sudden snap made Davol look to the right, where his current employer was glaring up at him. "Orc-" He said, with Davol having to restrain his rage when he was called that slang. "-Sit here and man the table. I am going for a meeting. Don't sell anything either, I'll be back in a half hour." The halfling commanded, before getting up and walking off. Davol made a rude gesture at his bosses back as he walked away, but otherwise sat down.
 
The kobold put an elbow on the table and looked over at the half orc with boredom. "Why do you put up with that asshole halfling? What has he done for you?"
 
"He gave me this job." Davol said instantly, the words sounded forced through his teeth.
 
"Pff-" The kobold noised, Davol noting how he really liked to go 'pff' at everything. "That fat bastard halfling doesn't deserve you! You could be out smashing a few ogres and killing bandits; not just sitting around here looking big and mean."
 
Davol shrugged, his cheeks were a little flush from embarrassment. It wasn't common when he was complimented, but when he found it hard to take it gracefully. The kobold just smiled at him, before pointing off in a direction. "Oh shit- looks like you got costumers."
 
Davol saw an approaching band of dudes; one was an elf, one was a dwarf, and one was a human. The elf and human girl actually looked pretty similar, but the short frumpy little dwarf dude didn't look at all in place there. Davol realized that, in the current position the chair was in, which his boss was using as a stool, he wouldn't be able to reach the whole table. So to protect the goods, he scooted forward in the chair until his entire lower body was under the table; which itself was covered by a large white sheet. Davol watched them approach and waved them off.
 
"Sorry- stalls closed." He said, as nicely as he could. He turned to his left to see if his kobold friend was ready to back him up, but he was simply gone. He looked over the table in a panic, wondering if the kobold stole anything, but it didn't look like it at first glance. But he had to focus on the adventurers approaching.
 
"Ahh- that gem looks like it would make a fine implement on the end of my spell-staff" The elf said, pointing to the sapphire. "How much is-"
 
"I TOLD you, the stall is closed." The half orc repeated, apparently the group didn't get it. "The owner will-" He suddenly paused, feeling something down around his crotch, and his face got white as a sheet. It was the kobold. Under the table, opening up his pants.
 
"Hmm? What about the owner? Speak up lad!" The dwarf said, his eyes barely glancing over the table. Hopefully he didn't look under the sheets.
 
"He'll be back." The half orc said quickly, noticeably shivering as he felt a wet tongue dance around his cock head, just tracing his glands. That damned kobold! The adventurers didn't seem to notice, or if they did they just ignored it.
 
"Back WHEN?" The female human chimed in, looking a little frustrated by the half orc not being able to sell them anything. Personally, Davol didn't much care how upset they were because he currently had a kobold grabbing his balls and dragging that long, flexible tongue up -and down- his cock in long strokes. He felt the familiar rush of blood pumping to his organ, getting harder, unable to contain himself a bit, he coo'd the softest little moan that he quickly turned into a cough. The adventurers were not amused.
 
"Probably within the hour, maybe more, maybe l-less." He said, stuttering on the final word when he felt his cock fully enter a wet and warm hole. The kobold was really stuffing that cock into his mouth!
 
The adventurers stood around for a second, before the dwarf spoke up again. The half orc groaned, partially because that meant the adventurers were sticking around even longer and partially because the soft teasing of the kobolds mouth wasn't getting him off any faster.
 
"This ruby is fake!" The dwarf said, pointing at it. "I used to cut rubies and diamonds for the guild- I can tell by these angles. Look at this; all wrong. Either your merchant was cheated or you are a fraud!"
 
The half orc shrugged with one hand, leaning forward a bit. "Sorry- I have no- *grunt* idea." He said, his other hand reaching under the table, and with a grunt, pushing the kobolds head down on his cock, the wetness of the kobolds throat easily taking his cock. He was a little worried for a second, but considered kobolds can take things like that pretty easily in the mouth with their gag reflex he just sat back and enjoyed the tightness and the ever-so-subtle shiftings of the tube he was in as the kobold was forced to breath in around his cock.
 
The dwarf didn't seem satisfied with that answer, but the half orc had nothing to add. The elf spoke up next again, issuing another moan-groan from the half breed.
 
"Well, can you tell your boss to reserve that sapphire for me?" He asked, Devol wincing as the kobold started to fondle his balls again while working his meat with his whole mouth and throat. "No?"
 
Devol spoke up. "I don't really think we have a *slurp* return policy." He said, trying his best not to lose his temper. Not at the elf, but at the kobold who just pulled the half-orc's cock out of his mouth, exposing it to the air under the table, now he felt cold and a bit denied.
 
"Did you hear that?" The female human said, looking around. Oh shit! They heard the slurping noise too, it was just that wet, Devol figured. He decided to try and act up to get them to go away.
 
"Look- just leave! My boss will be back soon enough, leave me be. I need to be on the look out for little thieves." The half orc said, the words slipping out without his intent. He almost said more, but held his tongue. The dwarf seemed to notice that, pointing his hammer at the half orc.
 
"Oi- you've heard of the kobold pickpocket around here too? You'd better watch out for him, he's a slippery one." The dwarf said. Almost on que of saying 'slippery', Devol felt a now something down by his cock, a wet hole. His eyes shot open a bit, he felt the weight and heat of a nice ass on his lap now, the kobold was backing his ass up on his cock! Stiffening up his legs, he kept both hands on top of the table, not sure if he would be able to stop himself from joining in under there if he didn't sit really still.
 
"Yeah- I'll look out for his tight little ass." The half orc said, cringing at his own words. He could feel the sphincter opening up around the tip of his cock, a scaled hand reaching back to help guide it in. The dwarf raised and eyebrow at his choice of words, but otherwise walked off with the other two adventurers, Devol sighing in relief- up until that ass started to swallow his dick.
 
Looking around nervously, he felt how tight the poor kobold was around his cock; he was a built and hung man; that's the advantage of being a half orc and all. He reached a single hand down, and patted the kobold's ass, before leaning his head down as sure as nobody was looking.
 
"You ok down there?"
 
"Unfff~" Was all the little man said back, the strain but also pleasure obvious in his voice as he was trying to take more and more of his friends huge cock; sinking that meat deeper inside as the half orc sat up and acted cool as some more random people walked by. He could only try to ignore the sensation of that tight, velvety ass now going up and down on his dick; trying to milk him. And it was working. The half orc felt his balls heavy and needing to release; and the kobold was speeding up. Sneaking a hand under the table and grabbing the kobolds hip, soon with both hands to keep him balanced, he pushed and pulled the kobold up and down on his cock. He went faster now; and his orgasm was building.
 
Soon the orc felt a massive surge of pleasure and pressure building; he was about to cum. Grunting and bucking his hips by reflex, he could hear the hard pound of the kobold hitting the underside of the table, bouncing on his cock hard. Right at that moment, a familiar voice screamed out at him.
 
"Orc, what the fuck?! Are you jacking off under my table?!" The halfling said, now accompanied by three similarly dressed merchants. Devol could only turn his head to look, but immediately squinted his eyes and came inside his kobold friend, unable to hold back. The chair creaked from the pressure as he slammed that kobold down on his cock, and unexpectedly the kobolds ass and tail slipped out from under the table cloth- poking up and revealing just what was going on. The orc stumbled to his feet, the kobold slipping off his cock and falling down on the table, a bit of cum leaking out onto a priceless bit of sky blue cloth imported from mountain kingdoms over the ocean. With his cock wet and dripping; the half orc could only stand and look stupid for a moment.
 
The merchant, on the other hand, was stomping up and down in rage, unable to even cope at what he was seeing. This was made even worse by the kobold.
 
"Hold on- that's the pick pocket! Guards! Gaurds!"
 
The kobold looked up at his half orc friend, scared for his life. He was in no position to run, he was too buzzed from his orgasm. But the orc was strong and fast, and he finally smiled for what was probably the first time today. His mind was trying to come up with how to explain this or keep his job, but now he didn't give a shit.
 
Under one arm went the kobold. Under the other went the table, which was tilted to spill all of its contents into the sheet, and then that sheet was wrapped up, strung over his shoulder, and then he ran.
 
The halfling called out in rage as the cock-free half orc ran off into the sunset with his little pick pocket under his arm. But he wasn't just a pick pocket to the half orc any more- he was a friend, a lover, and possibly; his new business partner.
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End.
