Goblins vs. Amazons

"Did you hear about that Dark Lord?" Xanthe says, as she sinks into the warm water. The raven-haired Amazon warrior princess is a magnificent sight to behold, though of course the only people permitted to behold her in her current state are other Amazons. Her full breasts bob on the surface of the bath. Her toned, supple, athletic yet undeniably feminine body is tantalisingly visible below the rippling water. "It sounds like he's causing a lot of trouble."

"Nothing we can't handle," says Cleona, running her fingers through her blonde hair as she settles down beside Xanthe. The gigantic bathhouse is full of beautiful naked Amazons. Some lounge in the hot springs, some sit chatting on benches, some exercise on yoga mats among the billowing steam. A gorgeous sight. Of course, not a single man in the entire city of Pseudotheme would dare to spy on the Amazons' private chambers, so the stunningly voluptuous lady warriors can relax in complete security and comfort. "We are Amazons, after all."

"Of course. Hey, what's that?"

"Hey, ladies!" Shpelunkadunk is one of the smallest of the goblins, no more than a foot high, yet still conspicuously male. Currently he's standing on top of a large rock, right in the centre of the bathhouse, doing a little dance of glee. "I can see your boobies!"

"What?"

"A man!"

"How dare he!"

"Get him!"

"Eek!"

Shpelunkadunk makes a beeline for the exit. Twenty or thirty stark naked Amazons are hot on his tail. They're so furious that they don't realise he's leading them into the sacred grove behind the hot springs, where an ambush has been carefully prepared.

"I'll get you for this, you little toad," howls Xanthe, leading the charge. She's the first to stumble into a net hidden under a pile of leaves. It hoists her into the air, leaving her dangling and dripping wet from the branches of a tall oak tree, still stark nude and unable to escape. Cries of fury turn into squeals as the other Amazons stumble into similar booby traps. Loops of rope catch their ankles. Tripwires send them tumbling into concealed pits.

"Wow," says Shpelunkadunk, inspecting his squirming catches. "That was easy."

"Let us go, you wretch!"

"No, thanks. You'd only beat me up." Shpelunkadunk heads for the Amazon changing room, where he takes his time filling a large sack with Amazon panties. He wanders back into the sacred grove, dragging his sack behind them, and gives the furious, red-faced warrior women an appraising look.

"I got what I came for," he says. "But how will I haul all these panties all the way back to the castle?"

"You stupid little goblin! Don't you understand how much trouble you're in?"

"And I bet you girls would really hate it if anyone found out about this."