Of Naivete and Luck

Deep in a forest, a fight of thunderous proportions was taking place. Rocks, trees and assorted critters flying here and there from the commotion. If it weren’t for the groans and wails that could be heard, it could be misunderstood that a pair of gods were battling for their divine mortality, but alas the combatants there were merely two ogres, one was yellow and a companion of an alchemist with a criminal past and a blue two-headed ogre with unreal luck. Upon closer look the yellow ogre had a clear advantage as he only had some bruises here and there and as the twin-headed ogre had wounds all over and was limping a bit. Whatever luck Aggron had, the brute before him could clearly overcome it with brute strength as a the yellow ogre threw out a heavy punch. Aggron was quick to block, but the hit knocked him back, making the blue ogre stumble backwards and falling down to one knee. Alchemist’s ogre kept his fist outstretched and then pulled it back to an aggressive stance, slowly walking forward.

“You may be good with that magic stuff, but when it comes to raw power,”, the yellow ogre raised his arms and flexed confidently, showing off his sculpted biceps and solid torso, “you can’t compare. So give up already.” Aggron stayed kneeled on the ground, appearing to not surrender, making the strong brute a bit upset. The fierce ogre stood over the blue ogre and reeled back a heavy punch when Aggron quickly grabbed the other ogre’s head pulled their heads back to give his opponent a double-headed headbutt. The yellow ogre was instantly dazed and fell flat on his back, looking into the sky unable to focus on anything. Suddenly, the brutish ogre felt a heavy weight on his chest and his wrists were pinned to the ground by rough blue feet. Aggron had pinned Alchemist’s ogre to the ground sitting on his chest. “Hey! Not fair…”, the yellow ogre struggled and struggled, but the simple magi on top of him was too heavy for the ogre to shake off. “Tch. Don’t be a baby just because you got outsmarted me”, as Aggron pointed to his right head with his right thumb, which made the other head very angry and shout, “Nuh-uh! I thought of it!!”. Aggron’s two heads proceeded to argue with each other as they were known to do but the ogre on the ground was put in a awkward position as he was stuck there until they finished their argument.

Alchemist’s ogre sat there helpless as Aggron argued with himself, so he started to idle around trying to focus on anything but the blue ogre yammering on top of him when he noticed something in-between the ogre’s legs, a thick musky cock behind the thinnest cloth underwear. Aggron wasn’t exposed or anything though he might as well be considering the yellow ogre could see a perfect outline of the blue ogre’s cock and smell the heavy musk coming off of him. The brute tried to ignore scent, but Aggron’s argument with themselves had gotten physical causing the magi’s cock move around making the scent much harder to ignore. Alchemist’s ogre inhaled at the wrong time and just caught a huge whiff of the blue ogre cock, arousing him. Slowly, but surely the yellow ogre had built a rather stiff tent in his pants. He blushed and wanted to hide his shame, unfortunately for him a certain blue ogre was still on top of him. “Pal, it’d be real nice if you got offa me already.”, pleaded the brute as he tried to shift his erection into a more comfortable and less obvious position. Both of Aggron’s heads took noticed and smirked crossing their arms with a sense of haughtiness. “I’d do that, but somebody needs to declare us something. And you’re not getting out of it this time!”, the blue ogre stated, pointing his finger square onto the brute nose. Aggron crossed his arms again and snorted both of their noses, tapping on his arm, looking down on his defeated opponent as if he owned him. Alchemist’s ogre sighed, and grumble as he stammered out, “…You’re the strongest ogre in the world.”. The blue ogre celebrated with glee, finally getting up from his yellow seat. The brute quickly got up and covered his crotch with a large branch that had broken during their fight. Aggron looked at him confused; the other ogre wasn’t even holding it in an offensive matter. “…I need to take this somewhere.”, the brute lied as he shuffled around with the over-sized stick, walking away in an awkward hurry.

The yellow ogre rushed to a laboratory in nearby forest clearing, barged through the door. His roommate Razzil, an accomplished keenkin was working on his battle potions that were in danger of spill and falling onto the floor. The glass fixtures around the keekin began to sway slowly, and the small guy scrambled to set everything back into position. When everything was in place, Razzil immediately turned around and started to yell, “You enormous oaf! How many times do I have to tell you to…”. The alchemist trailed off as he was presented with an ogre holding a branch at waist level. The yellow ogre scurried off with his branch and huddled into a room off to the side, closing the door behind him. The brute’s dwelling was crude, it was mostly empty short of a window, a large bed, an armory rack for his weapons and armor, and now a large branch on the floor tossed aside with a sigh. The alchemist’s ogre fell back and tried to get comfortable, but a certain swelling in his pants was hard to ignore. The twin headed ogre’s scent still lingered on the brute’s face. “Stupid blue ogre…”

Aggron shuffled about carrying multiple branches toward his sparring partner’s dwelling, taking heed of the words he spoke previously. While Aggron found the yellow ogre a rather well guy, they found the alchemist he hanged around to be rather mean, so they swung to the side of Razzil’s dwelling and approached the window of the brute’s room. Aggron wanted to surprise his brutish friend, but got a surprise himself to find his friend masturbating. The blue ogre quickly crouched to avoid detection, but he could hear the yellow brute continue without a beat so he peered back into the room to get a good view of the action. The brute only had his zipper down enough to let his stout cock and hefty balls out into the open air, stroking himself with a steady rhythm. Mouth agape with pleasure, the musclebound ogre panted heavier and heavier as the yellow ogre’s stroking got longer and deeper. The twin-headed ogre looked over the scene and the pair only grew more aroused. Aggron took a seat below the window and started to jerk himself off to the sound of his friend. The two heads argued a bit over who would do the work, but they decided to work their single cock with both of their hands as he reached into his warkilt. The conjoined magi started to masturbate, using his friend’s grunts and moans as motivation. Working his stubby ogre cock with both hands, Aggron started to arch his back as he started to enjoy himself.

A stone wall divide the two ogres as an intense self pleasuring took place. The brute was on his last legs, working himself over the edge as he grunted and moaned more, bringing himself closer to climax. Aggron heard the grunts and moaning, working his stubby cock with both hands. The blue ogre tried to keep quiet, but was failing miserably. Aggron was getting close to finishing, hearing more commotion from his friend.

“Ugh…Aggron…”, the twin-headed ogre blushed heavily, cumming from the sound their name, making a mess within his warkilt. The alchemist’s ogre ejaculated multiple stream of cum all over himself. The ogres layed back against opposite sides of the same wall, sitting satisfied with their soiled selves and a new-found appreciation for each other.