Find the goblin village

You decide to venture further into the dungeon area. It opens up into a marshy area, a path leading through mud and swamp. You see a series of huts and simple structures making up a primitive village up ahead.

“What’s this place?” you ask.

“This is where we keep the goblins,” the clerk explained.

“You have goblins?”

“Of course. Short and curvy girls are popular, and the rate they breed at, they needed their own section.”

Sure enough, the area is full of short green women, their tallest barely exceeding 3 feet tall. They all had colorful hair, big, pointed ears and fangs, but came in a variety of shapes. Some were scrawny and lanky, but most had massive curves. They wandered around in simple loincloths, managing their primitive village before stopping to eye up the taller visitors.

“You do need to understand, given their small size, they can become obsessed with humans. They see us as their betters and practically fertility gods.”

One of the shortstacks jabbers something in their own language as she popped in front of you. She grabbed you by your pants leg and shoved her face into your crotch, noisily sniffing and chirping. Her slick pink hair is tied back into a crude ponytail and plump green jugs mashed against your lap. She giggles and blows you a kiss before scampering off.

“That's just Kit. She’s one of the scouts, so she’s one of the more adventurous ones,” the clerk explains. “There’s plenty of types around though.”

A similarly small but much much more lean and muscular goblin eyes you from her spot in front of a hut. She seems to be repairing a spear, her head shaved short for just a basic streak of a purple mohawk down the middle as she licks her lips at you.

“And warriors are a distinguished part of their tribe. Don’t be fooled by her size, because she could pick you up with arms like those. Kiksa is definitely one of the stronger and more confident of the tribe.”

“Huma!” barked a voice from up ahead. Looking over, there’s a goblin with long and wild red hair. She’s more lavishly dressed than the others, which is to say she had beads and braids and a tall staff to show her status. A tiara of woven flowers stood out as she was clearly the more decorated members of the tribe. Of course, a necklace of fangs and bones draws your eye to her thick, freckled cleavage.

“Goody see! Nice vizzy! Come! Come and cum with gobly!” she gabbed in broken English.

“That’s their chieftess Yim. She basically runs things here in our absence, but she’s always looking for a mate to rule with. She’s been dying to breed at her age to make an heir, and plenty of them if she has her way.”