[pre-story]A patreon musing! So, I love goblins-as-shortstacks, and then I saw some art of a muscled goblin babe, and I thought, huh, that's cool, hey, maybe hobgoblins are, like, regular goblins, just with a genetic trait that makes them super-buff? And then I wanted to write a sexy goblin shortstack and a muscled goblin amazon and then here we are. I was expecting this to get straight to the sex, but as seems to happen so often with me, I got too deep into the setup and it's over before I know it. So, actual sex will have to wait for the next installment. I also got to include a reference to Ba'Ahram in there, so that was fun. Enjoy!
Side note: If a short and busty babe is called a shortstack, is a short and muscular babe called a shortslab? Is that a thing? Can it be?[pre-story]
Andor let out a quiet groan, his head throbbing painfully.
“Look, he’s waking up!” an unfamiliar, feminine voice called out.
Slowly, Andor’s eyelids opened, only to squint blearily against the light filtering through the canopy above. He was on his back on the forest floor, but he didn’t remember lying down…He tried to shift and push himself up, only to feel something rough biting into his wrists and his head give another painful throb. “Wha-?” He mumbled, confused, struggling to get his bearings. He’d been out hunting. He’d bagged a couple rabbits, but nothing really impressive. He’d been heading home, and then… blackness.
“Don’t bother struggling. You’re not gonna slip the knots.” Came a second voice, deeper than the first, but still clearly feminine.
Blinking away the bleariness, Andor forced his eyes open, catching sight of the scene before him. The sky beyond the leaves and branches above was just turning orange with the first hints of sunset. A small campfire crackled merrily just a few paces away, the rabbits he’d caught already skinned, cleaned, and roasting on sticks over the open flames. “Hey, those are-” He began to object, when he finally took note of the two figures staring down at him and fell silent.
Goblins! Green-skinned savages, clad in crude furs, pests to every civilized people in the realm. Had he been standing, he would have easily towered over the pair of them, but at the moment, they loomed over his prone form. They both had the same emerald skin, the same messy, black hair, the same red eyes… In truth, looking at their faces, it was easy to see the resemblance between them. But beyond that, the two couldn’t be more different.
“You hit him too hard, Do!” The one on the left pouted. She was shorter than the other, and had he been standing, she probably would have been about as tall as his waist. She wore a headdress made out of a fox, its chin nestled in her short, tousled hair, its hide draped down her back like a short cape, the tail swishing behind her, the beast’s boneless forelegs tied around her neck to hold it in place. Just below the knot, her chest exploded forward into a pair of enormous breasts that would have looked big, even on a human, but looked simply mind-boggling on the goblin’s tiny frame. Those mouth-watering orbs, each the size of a ripe melon, were squeezed together into a verdant valley of emerald cleavage, held together by the very low neckline of her fur top dress. Said dress split at the sides as it reached her wide, meaty hips, turning into something more like a loincloth that barely managed to cover her womanhood. She leaned over, reaching for him with concern in her eyes. He managed to take note of the wild woman’s full, soft lips, before his eyes were drawn down, pulled in by the gravity of her heavy, swaying spheres, his gaze disappearing into the inescapable crevasse between them. Her small hand touched his forehead, her skin soft and warm, and her eyes flashed with a soft green light as his throbbing headache suddenly disappeared.
“If I didn’t hit hard, they wouldn’t go down in one hit! And I don’t want them calling the rangers on us.” The right one shot back, drawing his gaze from the cleavage of the first. She stood taller, though still probably only eye-level to his bellybutton, but where the other was all soft curves, this one was hard muscle from head to toe, a miniature amazon. She wore little, only a loincloth of rabbit fur and a top that was little more than a broad belt, showing off as much of her body as possible. Her limbs rippled with slabs of muscle, every inch of her body sculpted, rock-hard and powerful. Still, she was clearly a woman, with generous hips, and breasts easily large enough to overflow his hands, the space between bridged with rippling, washboard abs. She scowled at him, idly resting her palm on the hilt of a battleaxe. The weapon looked to be designed for one hand, even if it was probably a little too heavy for him, but looking at her, he had no doubt she was more than capable of two-handing the thing with brutal efficiency.
The first turned, pausing for a moment to glare at the other, then straightened up and looked back to Andor with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about my little sister. She’s a hobgoblin, so she’s a little rough around the edges. I am Kiz-Ai, shaman in training, and this is Kiz-Do-Hob, my warrior escort.” She explained, gesturing first to herself, then her sister, who only gave a small grunt of acknowledgement. She smiled warmly at him, ignoring her sister’s brusque nature. “What’s your name?”
Andor blinked. “...Andor. Andor Aeliando.” He replied, without thinking, then suddenly shook his head, shifting his bound hands behind his back to push himself up to a sitting position. “Hold on! Why am I introducing myself? You attacked me, stole my food and tied me up! Then healed my head and are trying to be polite? What’s going on? Am I being kidnapped? Ransomed? Enslaved? Are you going to eat me?” He demanded, as forcefully as he could while still sitting on the ground with his hands bound.
The bustier sister winced at the accusation, while the muscular sister gritted her teeth and furrowed her brow. “No, no, nothing like that, I assure you!” Ai explained, hastily, then paused, biting her lip as she searched for the words. “...I’m sorry for attacking you, but we are in a bit of a desperate situation. I am on a pilgrimage, but our camp got attacked by a bear, and we lost, well… everything. Neither of us are very good in the wilderness… We were starving, and we saw you had food, but we couldn’t risk you running away, or reporting us to the rangers.” She explained.
“You elves tend to either run or shoot when you see goblins. Why talk to ‘savage pests’?” Do added, bitterness in her voice.
Ai’s shoulder sagged a bit. “...We don’t need much. Just enough food to get through the forest.” She explained, trying to justify the robbery.
Andor furrowed his brow. “...That’s not all, is it? If it was just the food, you’d have just taken it and run.” He reasoned.
Ai bit her lip again, hesitating before letting out a sigh. “...You’re right. We do need the food… but we also need your help.”
“Of course you do. Everyone knows the best way to ask someone a favor is to knock them out and tie them up. That’s sure to put them in a helpful mood.” Andor replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Ai frowned, brow furrowed with annoyance. “Look, we didn’t have a choice! If you’d seen us out in the forest, would you have listened or would you have run off and called the rangers?” She demanded.
Andor drew in a breath, ready to defend himself, then froze, and slowly let it out in a sigh. Her words were more true than he wanted to admit. “...Alright, I’m not making any promises, but I’m listening.” He finally replied.
Ai’s expression brightened immediately. “Excellent! So, as I said, me and my sister are… Well, ‘townies’. We really don’t know our way around in the wilderness, and we lost our food, our tents, our map, our money… These rabbits will get us through the forest… provided we don’t get lost… but it won’t be pleasant, and after that, we’ll just be back in the same situation, just in new lands. Even if we find a trader that will sell supplies to goblins there, we don’t have any money to buy them with.” She explained, drawing in a deep breath. “So… We’d like to hire you to be our wilderness guide. We need somebody who can gather food and water, who can find shelter, who can navigate the wilderness and help keep us safe from beasts.”
Andor paused. That was not what he was expecting. He was silent for a moment before replying. “...Why should I help you? You seem nice enough, but I’m not going to just forget that you attacked me and stole my game. Plus, you just told me you don’t have any money. Why should I leave everything behind for a job that you can’t even pay me for? In fact, why shouldn’t I go straight to the rangers and report you as thieves?” He asked.
Do’s expression twisted into a snarl, and with a swing, she shifted into a combat stance and hefted the axe up, gripping it menacingly as she took a half-step toward the prisoner. “Why should I even give you the chance, you arrogant knife-eared fairy-”
“BECAUSE-” Ai spoke up, half-shouting to cut off her sister, holding up a hand to gesture her to stop. With peace momentarily restored, she turned back to face Andor once more. “Because, for one, I think you’re a good person, and I hope you wouldn’t have two desperate girls killed over a few measly rabbits.” She explained. “And for another, just because we don’t have money right now doesn’t mean we can’t... compensate you in other ways.” She added.
Andor arched an eyebrow. “Like what? If this is one of those ‘I’ll pay you when we get there’ things, you can save your breath…” He warned.
“Nothing like that.” Ai replied. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and drawing in a deep breath, readying herself for something. “...If you agree to help us, I will offer you my body.” She said, finally.
Andor’s eyes widened, jaw hanging open, gaping in shock. Finding his voice, he muttered “Wh-”
“WHAT?!?!” Do demanded, incredulously, her voice echoing through the trees around them, cutting off Andor’s inquiry along the same lines. “You CAN’T be serious!” She added, staring wide-eyed at her sister, letting the axe fall from her hand as she gestured wildly in his general direction. “You’d- With this- this- this fucking ELF?!”
“What ELSE could we offer? What else do we HAVE?” Ai snapped back, sharply, before turning back to Andor once more, determination in her eyes. “You do what we ask each day, and each night my body will be yours, to do with as you please.” She explained. Her expression softened as she struck a pose, hands moving to trace the contours of her curvaceous figure, guiding his eyes from her thighs to her hips to her waist, lingering on the swell of her enormous breasts, before sliding up to bite a finger, her full, soft lips contouring around it illustratively. “I saw how you looked at me when you first woke up.” She purred, breaking the pose to stride toward him, wide hips rolling like a cat’s, the sway in her step making her massive melons jiggle and wobble hypnotically. “Just imagine, it can be all yours, all night long…” She offered, seductively, leaning forward to enhance the view of her bottomless emerald cleavage.
Andor swallowed, eyes now riveted to the view of the goblin woman’s bountiful breasts. Was this real? Maybe she was trying to lure him into some sort of trap… No, he was already caught, why let him out of one trap just to lure him into another? Maybe… He blinked. It was getting harder and harder to think straight. The busty goblin’s heaving chest grew closer and closer, filling his field of view, until he felt her hands resting on his shoulders, his nose practically buried in those pillowy-soft green orbs as her lips hovered just inches from his ear.
“If there’s one thing we goblins are the best in the world it… It’s sex.” She purred, her breath hot in his ear. “Have you ever read the Eiloavelianto? The ‘thousand forms of the art of ecstasy’, as taught by Ba’Ahram, the demon lord of lust, to the last archmage of the first elven empire? The book blamed for the debauchery that brought the empire to ruin?” She inquired, letting the question hang in the air. “Because I have. Would you like me to show you what I learned?”
Andor’s mind was swimming with erotic possibilities, his member already stiffening in his pants. “Yes…” He croaked, weakly, without thinking.
Suddenly his vision was clear once again as Ai bounced back out of his face, her lips curled into a smile. “Oh, excellent! I’m so glad you’re willing to help us out!” She chirped in a singsong voice, turning to her sister. “Do, please let our new companion out of his bindings. He can’t help us if he’s sitting there all tied up, after all.”
The hobgoblin scowled and gave a grunt of agreement, shuffling over to the still-stunned elf and moving behind him. She paused a moment, leaning into the same ear her sister has whispered into to deliver a very different message. “If you turn on us, or if my sister gets hurt because of you… I will personally hunt you down and rip your dick off with my bare hands, even if it’s the last thing I do.” She promised. There was a thump, the blade of her axe sinking into the dirt, his wrists suddenly free of the coarse rope binding them.
Andor didn’t say anything for a moment, idly rubbing his itchy wrists and looking at the ground. He could still run. Get home, tell the rangers, and be done with this whole thing before anyone even missed him. But then….wasn’t anyone to really miss him, was there? There was Illitianya, but she barely knew his name. Maybe she’d be able to remember him a little better when he came home with tales of distant lands and the savage goblins that had kidnapped him while he was out hunting… He pushed himself to his feet. If nothing else, this would be interesting. “Alright, then… where are we going?” He asked, looking down at his newfound travelling companions.
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