Bokoblins are relatively simple; sure they are smart enough to work in small groups to hunt and fight, but for the most part they were motivated via want over logic. Working together was something done purely for survival as often they would butt heads. The only other time that bokoblins managed to pair well together was when they were in a certain mood. One of the strongest things they could feel was lust and bokoblins weren’t picky about their partners, simply desiring a hole, whether it was a male’s or female’s. In fact sex was one of the things they enjoyed most. The entire species, especially those on the lower rungs were downright sex-crazed, defaulting to rough, carnal relations when there was nothing else for them to do. 

It was about nightfall and the end of a long day when two common red bokoblins crossed paths. The two knew each other very well and even gave  names to identify themselves and the other. The first was dubbed "Grimy" and the other was "Musky." And these names were given for a reason. Even among their kind, the two stood out as particularly foul smelling. As they didn't take well to water, bokoblins weren't know as the cleanest of creatures but the pair were even more unclean than the usual, being unique amongst their kind as they clearly enjoyed being in this state and went out of their way to build on top of it when away and even more so when in each other's presence.

Between their legs, covering their crotches were the common loincloths. But the two they had were also unique. Anyone who took a close look at them could see just how grimy and discolored the respective fabrics were. And paired with the look was a deep, rank stench that would waft from the fabric. The reason why made itself clear just about an hour ago, as Grimy, the shorter of the two, had to relieve himself while on patrol and decided to just let it loose without pulling his loincloth to the side. He had pissed through the loincloth and left it in that state, allowing the fluid to dry and add to its already reeking state. 

He wasn't the only one. Musky, the taller of the two, had a discolored foul loincloth of his own. With the day's duties over, the pair got close to each other, drawn in by the other's grizzly musk. Grimy was the first to act, lunging ahead and pressing his face into the other low level bokoblin's body, taking a deep and hard sniff that poured the potent scent into his flaring nostrils. Letting out a shuddering moan, he continued to inhale his friend's aroma. It was the natural smelliness of a bokoblin in desperate need of a wash. Days upon days of sweat, grime, and other elements were left to build on top of each other.

Following his nose, Grimy sought out as much of the sharp funk as he could, reveling in its olfactory bite. Strong enough to make his nose burn, causing him to wince, Grimy powered through as he drifted his sniffing nose over Musky's chest, stopping right in between the pectorals. By then his nose was glazed in a layer of sweat; its warmth and odor clinging, keeping him hooked. 

Grimy didn’t keep him waiting for much longer. The surprises kept coming his way. Now in the form of the other bokoblin smoothly following up his next lick with the pursing of his lips, pressing them to the musky nub. Another groan came from Musky when he felt the light suction in addition to the continued movements of the tongue’s tip lapping over the tender area. 

Wanting it just as much, Grimy was nursing on the sensitive area, using his mouth effectively but not just for the other bokoblin’s sake. While Musky was receiving more direct pleasure, Grimy was still able to get more musk and an even stronger taste from sucking out the flavors of salty sweat-seasoned skin. Its texture felt good to rub his tongue against, even more so when he felt it becoming firmer. Giving the area an extra firm lick would make Musky shake, much to the other bokoblin’s delight. Utilizing his lips and tongue in tandem kept the other bokoblin trembling and groaning. 

His own enjoyment of the task was easy enough to see but it could also be felt as well. Musky’s arousal continued to climb; he could feel drool dripping down his skin, its warmth trailing down. Feeling the mouth’s effectiveness on his nipple was making Musky think about how good it would feel on other parts of his body. He looked down and made eye contact with Grimy, seeing how much the other bokoblin was loving it. 

Just as Grimy was really starting to get into it, Musky pushed him away. Naturally this left the shorter bokoblin confused. But Musky just chuckled and started to approach this time. He leaned down and then lifted his head, sliding it underneath the shorter bokoblin’s arm. Now the tables had turned, with Musky finding something to sniff in return. 

Now Grimy was the one keeping himself still, gaining a sense of smugness from being the taller one now, only because Musky was on his knees now, all but clinging to his side. There was something for both of them; Musky was quick to close the distance between his snout and the sweat logged pit. The first thing he felt was the heat radiating from the area, rising from the muggy skin. Even the sweat itself was hot, trickling down and soaking his snout. Having his nose right in the thick of it, Musky was getting the most of what Grimy’s pit hard to offer. 

Musky didn’t hold back on his first sniff, not even flinching from the burn that came from snorting up some of the fresh, piping hot sweat. In fact the taller bokoblin was feeling all the more excited and pushed his nose in deeper, all but crushing his snout against the pit, leaving just enough room for him to sniff long and hard, siphoning the pit musk in directly. Coursing through his wide nostrils was the other monster’s thick, grungy underarm stink. Savoring it and its effects on his entire body, Musky was just as quick to do it again, inhaling for so long that he felt a little lightheaded and the end of his nose was burning fiercely, but he was loving it. 
 
The deep sniffs continued, keeping the aroma fresh and intense in the back of the bokoblin’s nose. Feeling his mouth watering, he just kept huffing, taking in the full brunt of the grizzly aroma. Like the rest of his body, Grimy’s pit hadn’t been cleaned thoroughly in a long time, carrying a deeply earthy, pungent bite. Keeping his nose pressed to the skin, the taller bokoblin’s snorts were easily heard, coming out loud and aggressive. For Grimy, he was feeling the inhales and exhales directly against his pit. 

That wasn’t the only thing he was feeling. What came next was the first thick swipe of Musky’s tongue, running from the end of the pit and moving upwards from there. In doing so he collected the powerfully bitter taste of sweat both old and new. And at the same time, Grimy felt the tongue running along his underarm, its smooth slink and hot saliva being left behind sent tingles through him. The fluttering of his eyes and sound of delight coming from Grimy emboldened the other bokoblin. 

Like Grimy had done, Musky proceeded to attack the musky area with his tongue, rolling it over the space multiple times, making sure to sweep over the areas that hadn’t been touched the first time. And the more that he touched, the stronger the grungy flavor of unwashed filth was. Musky made sure that the other pit was given its due attention as well, giving a long and slow lick to start, gathering as much sweat as he could onto his taste buds at one time. And from there he continued to lick, dragging along the pit’s curvature. 

Desiring an even stronger taste this time around, Musky took it upon himself to use his mouth more effectively and he did so by pressing his entire mouth in closer, mimicking Musky’s earlier nipple sucking by doing the same to the other pit, making a seal with his lips and sucking the sweat right from the center of the other bokoblin’s underarm. Feeling this, Grimy’s breathing was picking up, becoming more ragged. By now the pair were radiating an equal amount of arousal, evident by the way they were looking at each other when Musky pulled away and, still having the sharp smell in his nose and the taste on his tongue. 

Standing in front of each other with tented loincloths, the pair knew what they wanted. Musky stepped forwards with a grin on his face, boldly stepping up and gripping the cloth-covered erection. Grimy groaned and then did the same, reaching out and grabbing Musky’s. The pair were both packing incredibly long and thick cocks. Once they got aroused, bokoblins showed that they had more than one would expect from their short species. Being growers down there, the pair’s uncut cocks had become engorged, both thicker and longer than what their loincloths could contain, being clearly seen. And what had failed to be hidden the entire time were their balls. Being made in their dark king’s image, all bokoblins were packing a pair of absurdly big nuts, hanging low and wide between their legs, explaining why they were always spread so far apart. 

Standing at his full height again, Musky eased his three thick fingers off but not entirely, keeping enough of a grip to suddenly tug the loincloth from Grimy, quickly exposing the other bokoblin’s previously mostly-hidden bits, leaving him completely nude. The shock wore off and Grimy smirked as well, doing the same, revealing Musky’s full naked body. Rising from their bodies were musk and lust in equal amounts, too much for the two to keep themselves contained. Grimy took it upon himself to turn around and bend over, gripping his rump cheeks and spreading them, bringing attention to his shiny, greasy hole. 

Gazing upon it and licking his lips, Musky all but pounced onto the shorter bokoblin, being quick to wrap his arms around, getting a good and firm grip on Grimy. He started to grind his hips against the other bokoblin’s rump, smearing his musky precum over the winking entrance. His huge heavy balls were making an abundance of it so he just started to put the stuff to use. Feeling this, Grimy was shuddering while in the other monster’s grip, feeling his hole and his ass in general getting wet with fluids that kept leaking and spurting out. 

Once he felt that his friend was ready, Musky went ahead with pulling back slightly, just enough to make the tip align with the hole properly. That came before he shoved his way forwards, making the other bokoblin wince from having his hole suddenly penetrated by a huge cock, both spreading him wide and filling him deep. 

Both made their respective sounds as Musky jammed the whole of his cocklength in. A deep sigh came from Grimy when he felt it sitting so deep into his guts that there was a slight protrusion that could be seen: the tip of Musky’s cock making the skin underneath rise, making it clear where the shaft’s end lay. And it shrank when Musky pulled back. But it didn’t stay that way. The sloppy sound of the precum-soaked hole could be heard, abruptly followed by a sharp squish when the length was jammed back in fully. Grunting and hissing together, the pair of musky bokoblins reveled in the pleasure that was already strong from the beginning and it would get stronger from there as Musky continued to rock his hips, putting more weight down with a sudden lunge. 

Grimy’s balance was thrown off and he fell to the grassy ground, still in Musky’s grip and feeling the shaft’s plowing its way through him, the grimy cockskin scrubbing the walls of his twitching anal walls. The discomfort had died away, replaced by the pure jolts of sensation and growing amounts of heat as more pulses came from the flesh. 

Their position and the excess of slick, hot precum allowed Musky to hump wildly, keeping his hips moving and his huge balls slapping against the other monster’s pair, adding to the noises the two were making. Musky’s heated pants were felt against Grimy’s neck, sending more tingles throughout his body. His eyes were lidded, his body being rocked in time with every thrust that came his way. Being stuck underneath the other bokoblin, he was being throughout rutted into, the pleasure never getting a chance to die down. 

That was because Musky was both positioned and thrusting into the other bokoblin in a ruthless style similar to a feral dog mounting and viciously humping into the one underneath them. Keeping his body moving, plunging his tip into the deepest part that he could reach, Musky was repeatedly touching the other creature’s sensitive spots along the way, pressing on them and forcing even stronger feelings into Grimy. Keeping time with the movements of Musky’s hips were the firm, loud smacks of his balls slapping into Grimy’s. 

While the bokoblin underneath was feeling insides being repeatedly spread and his extra tender spots were being touched over and over again, the one on top was loving the way that Grimy remained so tight around him. While his body was working itself to maintain the force and speed of his humping, Grimy’s hole was working itself on his cock, squeezing so firmly that he could feel the precum being milked out of him. It felt even better to push right through the extra tightness, still reaching deep enough to produce that stomach bulge. 

And then it picked up even more when Musky moved his hips even faster, showing that he had even more to give even after all he had done so far. The tempo of his lower half rocking so relentlessly, his balls had become nearly a blur of swinging red. More precum was being spurt into the hole that was squeezing even faster, increasing the pleasure greatly for them both. Panting hotly, Musky’s tongue came lolling from his open mouth, dripping thick lines of drool that dripped onto Grimy’s head. 

Now rutting as hard as he could, Musky could feel himself getting close to the limits, needing just a few more pumps to get himself over the edge. Feeling it about to happen as well, Grimy did what he could; purposely clenching down on the reaming erection, meeting every hard strike with the strongest squeeze that he could manage. 

That’s when Musky finally reached his peak. With the last thrust in deep, he kept himself in as far as he could, letting out a howl as he started to cum. His extremely low hanging and wide balls no longer swung but started pulling up in time with each throb and surge of cum traveling through his cock. The large amount of seed came out in the form of high powered jets that reached even further into the other bokoblin’s belly, so much so that it was starting to swell as the cum continued to be unloaded. One powerful and musky spurt after another, all of it going into Grimy’s bowels, being forced further in, adding to the state of his belly that had pudged outwards and began to sink from its weight. 

When Musky was done he all but collapsed on top of the other red bokoblin, letting out a deep sigh that made Grimy’s ears flick. The warmth and Grimyiness of Musky’s sweaty body resting on top was bringing him comfort. So was the amount of seed that had been pumped into him, remaining inside thanks to the cock that kept itself lodged in his hole. He knew that Musky wouldn’t be rising up or easing off until he was ready, still panting heavily from the lingering bliss of his climax.

Eventually Musky did shift, easing only a bit of his weight off. His body remained on top of the other bokoblin for the most part and his grip remained strong. A curious sound came from Grimy when he felt the shaft still in his ass swelling up again, returning to its semi-hard state. Another shift came from Musky from above, followed by him grunting. A shiver ran through the taller bokoblin before he started to groan pleasantly, his eyes fluttering and ears flicking. 

Grimy then felt the twitching inside of him, the first trickles of wet warmth that became a rush of hot piss. Musky’s groans of pleasure deepened as he felt the relief of draining his full bladder directly inside of the other bokoblin. Grimy began to groan as well, feeling the stream strengthening further until the stream was at full power. The dark colored musky liquid waste was flowing freely, blasting out from the cock’s opening with force, flowing right into Grimy’s depths. 

The shorter bokoblin’s stomach was already filled up plenty and had to make even more room for the scalding hot fluid that was rushing into him. So Grimy’s stomach was starting to expand even more, hanging even lower as it continued to contain the increasing amount of piss that was being deposited. Staying in his ears were Musky’s groans of delight.

Feeling the piss spraying so forcefully against his sensitive walls, further bloating his midsection. The sensations were just what he needed to get off as well, grinding his cock against his swelled belly and then squealing as the first ropes of his own potent climax came free, marking the plumped up surface and the grass in his lines of thick, gooey liquid musk. 

Musky felt this and his voice became laced with delight from the exquisite feeling of pissing so hard while having his cock squeezed and kneaded by the other bokoblin’s ass. As the stream itself started to weaken, Musky would grunt and put more pressure on his prostate, resulting in a high powered spurt that would blast more of the acrid stuff into Grimy’s guts, much to his own excitement. His leaky cock was grinding against his hot and expanded stomach. Doing so made it jiggle and he could feel the mixed deluge of cum and piss sloshing around inside of him. 

Eventually Musky gave all that he could and his cock started to retreat. Musky gave Grimy a simple command and he complied, being quick to clench his hole the moment the cock’s tip slipped entirely free from Grimy’s ass. 

Working quickly, Musky changed their position, getting them into the 69 position, with him on the bottom and Grimy on top. Facing away from each other, Grimy was staring down Musky’s messy cock but what the taller bokoblin had eyes on was the shorter monster’s clenched up tailhole. He gripped and maneuvered the other male’s rump, making sure it was aligned before he gave two taps to his side. Receiving the signal, Grimy allowed himself to relax and grunted as the huge amount of seed and piss bloating his belly was starting to travel back out of him. 

Laying back and receiving it all with full eagerness, Musky opened his mouth and hummed when the thick, bitter fluid splattered onto his tongue. It was kept hot from Grimy’s body heat and its scent was so fresh and rich, keeping his nose huffing just as much as he was starting to drink. The sounds of his gulps could be easily heard and his throat even bulged a bit from the strong swallows he did. He relished the rankness of the scent and flavor, smelling a mix of his own cum and piss markings along with the added tone of Grimy’s ass musk. 

While Musky was drinking the stuff still flowing freely from him, Grimy was able to put his own focus on something. His eyes were trained on Musky’s huge throbbing shaft and its heavily coated state. Coming fresh from his own hole and layered in jizz, the strong delightful reek of Musky’s dick was even stronger and his mouth was watering for it. Seeing no reason to deny himself, Grimy latched onto it with an open mouth, wasting no time running his tongue all over and scooping away the sweat and cum with the exploring muscle. He heard Musky’s moans gaining volume in between his gulps. Grimy’s own sounds of delight joined in as he savored the mixed flavor of sweat and cum. But there was something else. The extra tang of his own grimy hole that had just been penetrated. 

Falling into their carnal desires, the pair were working their respective mouths with greater effectiveness. Grimy pushed his mouth down further, just letting out a muffled grunt when the shaft breached his throat, making it expand. And at about the same time, Musky lifted his own head to press his mouth to the hole itself, now sucking out the loads that were still pouring. From the extended state of the other bokoblin’s belly, there was still plenty left for him to drink down. But that was just the start of it: while also drinking the loads, Musky also pushed his tongue past the spread rim, gulping and rimming at the same time. 

Pleasure was being traded back and forth between now, the pair both savoring the flavors and aromas that persisted. Bobbing his head up and down, Grimy felt the shaft gliding along the walls of his throat. Pushing all the way to the cock’s end, Grimy was further treated with the opportunity to press his snout against the Musky’s massive balls, feeling how warm and damp they were. The ripeness rising from them was a real treat. Before pulling up he would take a moment to sharply inhale, practically snorting up the elements that made up the finely aged funk. 

Coming from Grimy were a series of sloppy noises as he slurped and drooled all over his friend’s cock. Even as most of the cum had been cleaned away, he continued to deep throat the length all the way down to the hilt, all but smacking his snout into the fat, sweat-dotted orbs. His oral passage worked hard meat, clenching down on the flesh and milking out the precum. Those fat balls proved themselves to have plenty left to give. Now they were both taking hearty gulps, one drinking down the rush of cum and piss that was weakening and the other was starting to speed up. 

Both could feel their cocks pulsing and leaking, the throbs strengthening with every push of Grimy’s head and lap of Musky’s tongue. Keeping it going and speeding up further, the two were giving each other increasing amounts of pleasure, feeling each other starting to get close... 

Both pulled away, being on the same page. Separating and lying onto their sides, the two reach out for their loincloths. Looking at each other, Grimy was the first to reach out, running his loincloth along the other bokoblin’s rump, using the already discolored and muggy fabric to mop up the sweat and filth that lay in between the mounds. Musky began to do the same for him, using his own loincloth to soak up the sweat and mess that came from being fucked, making sure that the cloth was thoroughly slathered in the last of Grimy’s ass-cum. The two let out sounds of comfort as they wiped the other, “cleaning” away whatever fluids were clinging to their undercarriages. 

But that was just the start of it. Pulling their loincloths back and sitting on their bare asses. Side by side, the pair of red bokoblins brought them up to their noses. Taking deep and rapid sniffs of the soiled and freshly marked loincloths, the two gripped their own cocks and rapidly pumped, getting themselves the rest of the way. Crying out one after the other, Grimy and Musky squealed again but were quick to move the loincloths down, making sure the two were in the direct line of fire, catching all of their high powered jets. Basking in the rush coursing through them both, Grimy and Musky felt their cocks bulging and swelling from the sheer amount of musky spunk that beamed past their openings, splattering onto the loincloth in front of them. 

Sighing deeply, finally feeling satisfied, the two rose to their feet and outstretched their hands, presenting their freshly soiled loincloth to the other. Taking the other, Grimy and Musky traded them as they had many times before. Doing this every time they met, the two had been trading the same loincloths back and forth, letting the elements of each add to the overall foulness of the garment. By now it was about time to start the midnight patrols for their respective groups. Saying a “farewell” to each other, the pair put on their dripping loincloths and parted ways, knowing it wouldn’t be too long before they crossed paths again...