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“Tell me again why you want to lead more goblins here?” Anemone said as she scanned the desert horizon.

“Well, while the goblin shaman birthing me new minions on the daily is nice, it's still only seven or so minions a day. If we could get the goblins to worship either you or myself, we’d have an army of monsters capable of creating primitive vehicles of war and popping out more minions at the same time. I love my new little guys but…”

Name: Tentacle Horde-ling

Race: Erosarkic

Level: 1

Class: N/A

Skills: Shapeshifting (Minor), Horde Mentality

“Yeah, I’ma need a lot more than the seven a day I get from just one goblin. They didn’t even get any magic off of her.”

Anemone scoffed. “Of course not, magical spells don’t just transfer to babies, magic takes learning and… I’m not sure those things can learn... or think.” She said, gesturing to the horde of about seventy tentacle horde-lings writing around her. They weren’t trying to fuck her, mostly because the undead goblin **** of about twenty or so was forming a wall around her. It also helped that I was with Anemone, repeating that she was off-limits to the things with some sort of pheromone? Erlen had come up with it, and it seemed to work. “Hopefully they’ll help to subdue the goblins.”

Originally, we’d planned on Echo going but it was also with the intention of Echo having lots of sex - with Anemone. Instead, this was an exploration job to find out where the goblins were coming from and make them submit to us - and given that I was better at words than the other two, we decided I would go. As for how I was able to talk in the first place… well.

“Don’t you dare.” She said as I started to writhe against her.

We’d gone the living clothes route. On the outside it looked like she was wearing armor made of wood and roots, underneath it was a bodysuit of erosarkic flesh holding it all against her. From the chin down I was completely wrapped around her. This also meant I could - at will - fill all her holes. This however came with the understanding that I shouldn’t use this power over her during inconvenient times - like right now, when she’s busy trying to figure out which way to go.

“I’m not trying to get you going, I wiggled to try and move some of the wood plates for better shade - it’s hot as fuck outside the forest.” I said, my mouth just over her breasts and my eyes peeking out from her shoulders. She sighed and palmed her face, then flinched as she remembered her hand was covered in me. “Yes yes, I know, the Sunscar is a desert, it’s always hot, nothing is supposed to live here - except me and goblins apparently.”

Anemone shrugged. “We could have gone after my old monastery, but no, you wanted more goblin puss- Hey!”

“You asked for that one.” I said as I stopped pinching at her folds. “We will get **** on your old friends, but what’s going to be colder, **** all your friends or getting a bunch of goblins to fuck your friends, knowing that we fuck the goblins and as such, they’re so low on the totem pole they’re the sex-slaves of the sex-slaves?”

She bit her lower lip for a moment. “... Horny bastard.”

“You didn’t say I’m wrong.”

Anemone continued to not deny what I’d said as she knelt down over some tracks. “I’m no ranger, but maybe these will -” She started to say as I extended an eye up and over everything, watching the horizon. There was some dust being thrown up by something… I used God’s Eye in that direction, closer to the source of the dust cloud.

The same stats for the first goblins I’d found chasing her in chariots showed up.

“Or we could beat those ones up and make them run home with tentacles hiding amongst them.” I said as I pulled my eye back to rest on her shoulder again. Anemone stood upright and snapped her fingers. The undead goblins formed a shield wall before her while I formed a set of three tendrils, wrapping them around each other and forming a facsimile of a three fingered arm. I gestured to my horde-lings and they understood, shape-shifting lamprey mouths and hiding inside of the undead goblins.

The strategy was simple really - we’d made wooden javelins for the undead, they’d form a wall, and the horde-lings would hide inside of them. Once the undead moved to attack with javelins, the horde-lings would get onto them in groups of five, allowing the undead to launch groups of horde-lings towards oncoming opponents. “Ready javelins!” I shouted as she sent the mental command to the undead. So far everything was going right… The chariots started to become visible within the dust. Three goblins per chariot, one boar. Not all of the goblins seemed well versed in staying on the chariot based on the one or two that instead had a goblin being dragged through the sand. There was eight chariots, and at least two of them had a shaman instead of an archer. All of them had a spearman, even if that was the one being dragged around.

They used chariots for lancing tactics… with a boar pulling.

Honestly, not the worst strategy.

We waited until the chariots were just out of javelin range, and then…

“Throw!”

The javelins flew, lamprey horde-lings in tow, while the chariots kept charging. The shamans launched fireballs at the javelins, leading to the horde-lings detaching mid-flight and letting the momentum carry them forward as the wooden sticks turned into flaming splinters. The other chariots tried to dodge, but again, the horde-lings just jumped from the javelins towards the chariots. The result was fun to watch - pure chaos as two to three horde-lings per goblin wrapped around limbs and bit into necks and chests. Rather than drink blood, the horde-lings used their mouths to tear and dig, burrowing into the goblins as quick as they could.

With… a few exceptions.

The horde-lings that managed to get to female goblins… instead moved to try and slide into the orifices of the goblin - and always worked in groups of threes. Two worked to bind the goblins legs and hands while the third slid into the sex and the other two used their positions to try and get into the ass. This turned out to be better than expected because aside from the shamans both being women… so were the chariot drivers.

The archers and spearmen were male, the chariot drivers and shaman were female… weird division of labor by sex but hey, I won’t say no to that.

Three of the chariots crashed almost immediately as the tendrils overwhelmed them, one chariot managed to avoid getting hit with horde-lings entirely, and the others were managing to fight off as best they could - but getting one off your mate just made it start digging into you instead. Stabbing wasn’t helping either - they had no organs to really hit and with spears and bows none of them had weapons useful in such close quarters.

The one unaffected chariot had a shaman, who seemed to be under the impression of ‘kill the head, the body follows’ and ordered a full-on charge at our position. The undead formed a full wall around us now, using their wooden shields to tank hits from the shaman's magic. The chariot started circling us as a couple of the chariots seemed to manage to get control of themselves and join her with arrows. Of the eight chariots, five were down, three were circling us. I set loose a pheromone that Erlen had created - it told the horde-lings to hold position, in a rough sense of the term. They took it as continue killing and fucking their current prey and not come back to help with the three chariots.

Worked for me.

“So… wait until they get a lucky shot or -” Anemone said as I formed a second facsimile arm. “-Do you have a plan?”

“I have a very simple plan, give them an opening - they’re looking for an opening to lance us, if they think they see one they’ll charge. When they do, we can drop them, make an opening and have the undead prepare to lance the boars.”

“Won’t that make them fly towards us due to the momentum?” Anemone asked, and I formed a third arm.

“And then they’ll be all mine.”