Goblin Rewrites

Gabe

Skye’s temple was a good deal more modest than I had been expecting from the terror. It was just a little room with a shrine to her at the far end. A line of blue pain stripped across the room was the only other concession to decoration in the room.

Before the shine was my witch. Daisy was tied to a chair, and had what looked like a colander placed on her head and strapped around her chin like a bike helmet. There were tubes and wires coming out of the helment, and leading to various jars and boxes on the shelf just behind her.

Daisy herself looked quite drowsy, her eyes were open but they were dull and unseeing, one just twitched uncontrollably.

"Holy shit." Precious breathed, and waved her hand in front of the goblin's face. "Senator can you hear us?"

"Oh, she's quite catatonic." Skye's voice filled the chamber, but her form remained elusive.

"What have you done with her?" I demanded.

"As you commanded. I've prepared her to have her past rewired, and it's thee who shall be doing the wiring."

I eyed Precious cautiously. More fuckery. “And why couldn’t you just wave your hand and do it?”

“This punishment is special. Grant her grace you did, forgiveness for her previous failure. And fail again she did. This is an insult to thou, and thine righteous will. This, the punishment must be administered by thee.”

Of course.

“Fine, tell me the rules.” No use fighting it.

“Always a game, isn’t it?” Skye giggled. “Thus direct your attention to the repositories for Daisy’s memories… the jars in other words.”

I looked to the shelf behind her, nothing more impressive than a line of mason jars.

“These jars contain the core memories of Daisy’s being. The pillars on which her identity stand. From left to right interpret them as thus: Her Lineage, memory of who her family and ancestors from whom she descends. Education, memories of her time in college. Romance, the history of her romantic and sexual affairs. Career, memory of her job and work related affairs. And of course Pride, the memory of her greatest accomplishment.”

“This is wrong.” Precious squirmed next to me, once the reality set in. She didn’t have the benefit of the pills calming her anxiety, maybebb be it was best the girls don’t see how the hot dogs get made.

“Wait for me in the hallway.” I said, not able to take my eyes off of Daisy.

“I can’t just leave you to…”

“No, Precious.” I said more firmly.

Stubbornness surged through her, but it was only for the sake of being stubborn. She didn’t want to be here, and eventually recognized my command as a mercy. She hurried out, leaving me to weed out the eldritch punishment Daisy had been promised.

“Just us now.” Skye’s voice husked.

——

Daisy

It’s weird, I don’t remember my family’s mansion being called The Fatbutt Estate, but I guess that’s our Family name so it makes sense. It was nice to be back at the old place, I always felt like such a dilataunt and southerner princess when we would visit.

Haunted as hell by the ghosts of slaves though.

I was back in my human skin which was a relief. For the first time in a few days I didn’t feel this need to fuck gnawing at me.

Ugh, vulgar word. I don’t even talk like that, you see what they’ve done to me?

“Bring back memories?” Skye made herself known, just beside me. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me jump. I was like Regan and the balloon.

“Many fond summers, and Christmases. Why are we here?”

“Punishment im afraid. Gabe who has given you so much gave you a chance to avoid this fate, but you fought against him, and worse you failed.”

So this was a punishment. “What will it be then?” No use putting it off. Attack the moment.

Skye sighed, and waved her hand. “Let’s start with the mansion.”

The colors of the estate and the landscape began to swirl together until they were as tight as a peppermint. Then the scene reversed course, unclenched and revealed a dirty little duplex on a dirty little street. It was blue.

That’s about as much effort as the owners put into it. A blue coat of paint, one time for all eternity. The lawn was weeds, decorated with rocks, littered with toys.

I crinkled my nose in distaste. “I think I might be too horrified to grip what you’re doing.”

“Just a little remodeling of the family estate.”

Fear, disgust, anger, and a dozen other emotions that were all too closely squished together shot through me. “So you replaced my Grand Parents’ estate with a trashy little multi-family unit?”

“Don’t be unkind, I did the same with your parents house too, that unit is for all of you.”

“And my uncles, my cousins?”

“Trailers, across America.”

“How dare you?”

She turned on me, blonde hair suddenly black and laced with lightning. “How dare you fail your master twice?”

“I…I…” I thought my heart stopped, and I suddenly felt like I was back to three feet tall.

My fumbling must have pleased her, because she took a deep breath, and the darkness faded from her hair. “Remember thou art mortal, and keep thine eyes upon the prize.”

“What prize? I’ll never become president without my family’s money.”

She smiled. “Then per chance you can explain how ye became senator.”

“Well I was the right party for Texas, so that helped. But the people really related to my story of coming from nothing, my family’s struggles with poverty, test groups said I was real and relatable.”

Wait a second. Was that true? I feel like I had campaign managers screaming at me to downplay my family fortune, and Harvard Degree.

At least I think I thunk that…

It doesn’t make any sense though, my family was dirt poor…

I looked up at Skye. “I see, this is just like with the goblin, you gave me a new life to remember.”

She nodded. “That’s very nearly the truth, and in this life your populist message rings just a little bit more true to your supporters.”

“I don’t stink of money.”

“Exactly so.”

I shrugged. “Very well, I suppose I have **** but to accept it.” I smiled. “Pulling myself up by my bootstraps, ha! I like that.”

Skye squeezed her eyes in a happy smile. “I’m glad, let’s move to our second stop.”

Second?

“Nononono, that’s more than enough. You just wiped out one of the most influential families in Texas.”

“Oh like the world needed more millionaires.”

——-

I was suddenly in the hallway of a highschool. It was very typical. There were students in the hall, posters on the walls, and the air smelled like pot. Definitely not my old prep school.

“Please don’t tell me I went to public school in this brave new world.”

“Okay…” Skye appeared in front of me, dressed like a very modest schoolgirl, though her sweater vest struggled with her very immodest breasts.

“At least tell me I avoided getting pregnant in this dump.”

Skye laughed. “Fear not. Gabe’s seed seeks the warmth of other wombs this night. Think instead where a young Daisy Fatbutt would be in this school, honing her resume for a future clerkship at the Supreme Court.”

I looked around trying to judge my new alma mater. “Looks like 4H is probably a popular choice, and I doubt this place as the same scholars program my old school had… Debate club then, honing some practical skills, since my contacts will be limited. Who knows? Maybe I go national impress a congressman, intern and move up that way.”

“That just might work!”

Except she was leading me to the gym.

I could hear them from here, cheerleaders. Pom-poms shaking, sneakers squeaking, and cheer cheer cheering.

I felt my heart drop. “Telling me you’re not going to make me a cheerleader.”

Skye’s look said it all. “Consider that it’ll make you quite popular around school. Consider the pleasure you’ll get from being in the in crowd. Consider scholarships, important to your recently impoverished lifestyle.”

“We’ve always been poor.”

“Then you should be in the market for an athletic scholarship.”

“I guess…” She made a good point… did Harvard even have a cheerleading program? Let alone scholarships for such a thing. My head was swimming, the hallways were already becoming familiar to be. This whole walk more like a memory than a moment.

Then we were in the gym, the cheerleaders were tossing eachother around, limber and free. I could hardly believe it when I caught myself admiring their skill. It really was impressive, the lifts, the flyers, so graceful and skilled.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

Only I wasn’t among them. I searched, believe me. “Which one am I supposed to be?” Maybe now that I was trailer trash I had an awful blonde dye job, or something low class like that.

“Over there.” Skye flicked her hands towards the tiger mascot practicing her own routine nearby, with the help of a few of the bench warmers among the cheerleaders.

“No.” I said, as if I had any say in this at all. I watched as my younger self took a cartoon tiger head off of her own, breathing heavily and looking hot. I turned away. “I can’t take this.” I looked to Skye. “I know this is **** but I can’t take you taking my life from me piecemeal. Please, just get it over with, just don’t make me watch.”

She smiled, I hated her smiles. One liar recognizes another. “Very well…a reward for not fighting against Gabe’s wrath.” She waved her hand and I began to swoon.

——-

Horny.

God I was such a goblin sometimes…

What can I say, I like being in front of a crowd. The gym was on fire, cheering my name!

“Tigre! Tigre! Tigre!”

Or the mascots name, but we were one and the same. I had just dunked a basketball with the help of a trampoline. You ever see a tiger dunk a ball? It’s magic!

Haha sorry, I’m weird.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this all down. It’s like a weird dream…

Anyway, so I’m hot and sweaty. Horny too, so you know the suit smells great. I can’t help it, I’m just a different person when I’m in the suit. Bold, dangerous, invulnerable. I can dunk balls, do cartwheels, and everyone loves me!

When I’m out of the suit… meh. I get by. Just another poor kid.

So I dance along with the rest of the squad as Erin ‘Dunckin’ Davidson steers the team to victory!

It’s a win for the home team, naturally. We’re hot this season, and the stands are getting more packed each game. It’s so exciting. I’ve never been part of a team, and now I’m part of a really good one!

The squad is heading back to the locker room. They’re going to shower because Erin is throwing a party! And I’m invited because I’m on the team! How cool is that?

But of course I get delayed. Marcus Nance the score board operator is waiting for me in the hall. The door to the stairwell leading to his tech booth is open, and beckoning. “Hey Tiger,” he gives me a wink. I’ve taken off the tiger head by this point so I’m a red faced, sweat drenched goblin, but he’s still grinning.

“Hey yourself.” I think that passed as smooth. I’m going for smooth. He’s fooling around with a cheerleader so I want him to have the whole experience.

“Want to help me shut down the lights?” Did I mention he’s hot? It’s very important you know he’s hot. I mean he’s part of the tech crew for the theater program. That practically makes him an actor.

“Do I get to press your buttons?” Damn I’m good!

“Press my buttons, flick my switches, turn my knobs…”

I giggled and pawed his hand, so he could lead us up to our spot. Don’t expect too much, it was just the gym’s lighting booth, nice and tucked away from prying eyes. It’s not like there were candles or anything.

Blonde and blue eyes. I admired Marcus as he danced out of his clothes and remember thinking that I could love a boy who looked like that.

“Do me.” I said presenting my back to him, so he could unzip me. He did it slowly kissing my sweaty back inch my inch. All the way down the back. “Perfect.” I purred and laid myself down on the concrete floor. I didn’t want to get out of the suit, I just wanted to make use of this weird little feature the suit had. For some reason the zipper ran down the butt and up the crotch. Which meant with some clever maneuvering… Marcus could fuck me in it!

“There we go.” He grinned when a final zip revealed my soaked panties. Boring little things, I didn’t have money for sexy stuff, but the fact that I was wearing nothing but my underwear in the suit was sexy enough for him. I could see his bulge straining against his tighty whities. “You’re so beautiful, Daisy.”

Bleh. “Marcus.” I whined and grabbed my tiger head.

“Sorry.” He rolled his briefs down his thighs. “Tigre.”

“Rrrrrow!” I giggled, putting the head back on. I suddenly felt Tigre’s power surge through me. She was a powerful hunter, daring lover. Trailer trash Daisy could never bag a guy like this, or fuck on school property. But Tigre. “Come on big boy what are you waiting for?” My voice echoed around the head.

He groaned and grabbed my panties, I could hear them squish in his fingers. He pushed them aside to reveal my swollen sex. “Ready?”

“Pound me tiger!” I called.

He happily complied, but did so gently. He pressed himself to me, and slowly convinced me to let him inside. We’d done it like this three or four times, but it still took my breath away.

He began to ackwardly hump me, high school stuff you know? I wasn’t being of much help with. All I could do for him in my suit was paw at him, and look hot of course. “Go baby, go!” I cheered him on. “You’re such a hunk, you’re such a man. Pound my tiger pussy!”

He grunted happily, then added with a shy tremble. “Can I do the thing?”

“Yeah.” I nodded enthusiastically. It was kind of scary, but Tigre wasn’t afraid. Plus I like how it made him swell inside of me.

He reached forward, and wrapped his hands around my throat. He pulsed inside of me almost immediately, we all have our kinks. “**** me tiger!” I rasped, feeling buzzy. I laughed and let him race to the finish as I drifted…

——-

High school boyfriends never last, and I mean that in more ways than one. It’s okay, he went to college and that mascot scholarship I was promised never quite materialized. I wasn’t mad about it, college just seems like a fuzzy idea to me now. Politics… what does that even mean?

E-Sports, now that was real.

I had my own apartment now, very adult of me. I had a job at a coffee shop, and an Etsy. I sold hand made fursuit accessories. Good money!

I had a gaming rig set up and everything. Two monitors. One that scrawled endlessly with porn, mostly hentai, and the other dedicated to twitch streams. I’m watching the G-Scene Annual fighting game championship and my favorite players kicking ass. I have my hand in a fox paw glove. I made it myself the little pads vibrate and feel so good when I’m pawing myself with them.

Gabe’s gonna win, I want to feel the same ecstasy he feels when he wins.

——-

I’m crying in bed.

Gabe crashed his motorcycle. Of course he drives a motorcycle, that’s so cool!

Dangerous too…

——-

I’m at a furry convention, I’ve never felt so seen!

——-

I’m watching Night’s stream. She’s got Gabe on and is totally ripping him apart.

Bitch.

Doesn’t she know he’s disabled?

——-

I’m freaking out, and so is Discord. A new gaming league!

——-

I’m Dyyyyyyyyytying!

It’s the return of the king!

Gabe King is going to coach for the Furies!

——-

I’m dead. I’m actually dead.

They're live streaming right now, a big marathon charity event for their inauguration. I can't believe this line up, Night, Precious, and this crazy good newcomer, plus my Cousin! Or half cousin. There's kind of a shameful secret about the Fatbutt family that somewhere along the line one of the sisters become a no good gold digger, and traded up for somebody who has money. Thus the Hildas of the world who get to buy their way into esports while trailer trash like me sadly goons during their stream.

They all seem like they're having so much fun, I just wish I could be a part of it...

The fan site is going better than expected! It totally helped that Precious mentioned me on her Tik Tok, we really blew up after that.

It's crazy! They're retweeting me, like we're friends. Plus all the fans know I'm the go to girl for all the trivia about the team.

Fun Fact: Anna has a twin sister that still lives with their parents. Sad. I'm basically the lowest form of life there is and I still have my own place. Of course the unofficial shirts I've been selling don't hurt...

I'm making something else kind of special for the team too.

More Charity matches this time live at a local gaming cafe.

AND I WAS THERE!

Fully suited up.

I made my own Fury costume, and they loved it! I had a picture with the whole team, sent it to my parents as a surprise so they could see Hilda! Haha it was awesome, they're even cooler in person. Precious is just so cool, and Night seems like a bitch on her stream but in person she's pretty funny! I also met the team's Manager, oh my gosh she's cool. She's the one that put the team together, I mean hello my goddess, right? What an eye for talent, and of course she's a big muscle mommy too. Drool.

And something else happened too...

I kinda... did a thing.

Still fully in costume I was talking to Gabe while he smoked out back. Maybe I let it slide that I was naked inside the suit, and then maybe I let the zipper slide next, and then maybe I let him slide inside of me.

Aaaaaaaaaah!

I know! I know!

I never would have had the courage out of my costume, but you know how I get once I'm suited up.

All in all, I'd call this a win.

Jasmine invited me to another event, like duh!

I would have gone anyway, but I'm like pretty much a part of the team now.

I asked Gabe if he wanted to go at it again, but he turned me down. Apparently him and Anna are a thing now.

I ship it.

It's happened!

If my parents could see me now…

Oh wait they totally can! I turn around and wave at them. They drove me to Dallas, cause barista work won’t cover a car and a fur suit. So weird, I felt like I’d never made my parents proud ever… but here they were smiling at me. Fufilling my dream of being a professional mascot. Who’d be proud of that? Someone who loves me I guess.

Here I was trailer trash about to live in a big Dallas Mansion!

There’s a big lady with a clipboard keeping guard at the front door. Jasmine! She smiles and beckons me in.

I wave to her as I come trundling up to the door. “Daisy Fatbutt mascot reporting for duty!” I gave her a silly salute.

——-

Then it’s a whirlwind of excitement after that. I’m making videos with them, and prancing around in the Fury mascot costume, a bird suit of my own design.

It’s the best!

For legal reasons I need to make a whole new mascot. Gabe doesn't even recognize me, which I am in favor of. I think I'd melt down if he recognized me. Plus I'm already the mascot I'll get no respect if they know I'm a dumpster fuck. God, it's kind of hot though...

Then it’s time for our first game. Im gloriously sweaty in my suit, the stadium never met a light they didn’t snatch up. I liked it though, made me feel dirty. Everyone was stressed out, everyone except me! I wasn’t here to win, I just wanted all of them to have fun, and to hear the crowd cheer. That had an effect on me, like cocaine.

I was bouncing around back stage trying to raise spirits when I see Hilda moping against a wall. "What's wrong?" I ask, trying to tickle her.

"Stop." She swats me away like I'm an annoying cartoon character. I love it. "Gabe says he wants to call things off. He doesn't feel right about cheating on Anna."

That won't do. Gabe's dick was the only thing my family ever came first in. I don't know what it was. I don't know what sort of messed up chemicals flowed through my brain but there was something immesnsly pleasurable to me about Hilda and her affair with Gabe. It was messy, and wrong, and I got all the details. "Did you tell him that you'd tell Anna?"

"No." Hilda growled at me. "He's right Daisy, I'm like. I'm like Jail bait or something this is wrong. I don't even know why I'm doing it."

"You like him don't you."

"Yeah but..." She wanted to like herself, and that wasn't happening with this kind of behavior. Maybe that was it. Seeing the princess act like the true trailer trash she was, maybe that's what I liked about this whole thing.

There's always been something wrong with me.

You know other than being a furry, and having a porn addiction.

There's just always been this meanness to me.

Of course I've always been bottom rung of the ladder, and I generally like being the door mat of a group, there were time where... I felt like frying an ant under a magnifying glass.

"I'll tell you how to get him."

Hilda looked shocked. "What would you know?"

" I See things." I said casually. "I know things."

"What could I possibly say?"

"You just have to take his fear away." I held my cousin by the shoulders. "Look into his eyes, and tell him he's right for calling it off. Then tell him he's a good guy." I licked my lips. "He won't be able to stop himself from fucking you."

Gabe

“How long until she wakes up?”

“A life time.” Skye giggled. “Give her some time, my prince. Who’s to say? Mayhaps you broke her sense of self so completely that she shall sink beneath the goblin completely.”

It was easier than it could have been. I barely knew the senator privately, and hated her politically. That act itself was wrong but… I was calm. I’d done the right thing. I turned someone with no interest in me, into a horny fan I’d already slept with.

“Hmph.” I cast one last look over at the drooling goblin. “Send her to me when she wakes up. We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

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Told you guys I was having a hard time with this chapter lol