Hob-Goblins and their Wo-Mounts

Sure, the odds that a Hob-Goblin would attack a woman of your power and stature would be insane. However, that doesn't stop you from imagining what-ifs and maybes.

As a girl on the cusp of womanhood, you'd heard tales of the strange practices of the Hob-Goblins. With their small stature and weak limbs, they lacked the capacity to travel the way a full humanoid could or to perform labors that a human could. However, they'd long ago learned that such tasks could be easier if they domesticated larger creatures to that. In most cases, female orcs and half-orcs were their "livestock" of choice. Dumb enough to control, yet strong enough to complete whatever tasks they may require. Yet, it was not uncommon for human village girls who fell into their hands to run into a similar fate.

Traveling scholars had observed the life of these Wo-Mounts and written it down in salacious detail. They were kept as animals, bound perpetually in harnesses with their mouths locked behind bits and bridles. Their naked bodies were exposed to the sun as they served as pack and plow animals, or even as steeds for the Hob-Goblin warrior elites. The Wo-Mounts are free from any choice, constantly led on by their reins, or a goblin's lash on their backside.

From the moment you'd heard of them, it had been a fascination bordering on a fixation. You'd spent nights in your lavish bedchambers wondering what it was like suffering under the cruel whip of a Hob-goblin at your back. As time went on, some of those fantasies turned more...impure in nature. After all, the scholars had talked about how common it was for Wo-Mounts to grow swollen in belly at camp. And by all estimations, Hob-Goblins never left captured males alive...

This fascination of yours had taken on powerful new life the first time you'd seen one in person on your travels. A Hob-Goblin riding a leather-bound half-orc girl. The sight had stunned you. The ease that the Hob-Goblin controlled her with the reins, the blank...animalistic look in her eyes. But, most of all you had been near obsessed with a strange contraption that you'd seen sticking out between the girls legs. The texts hadn't mentioned them before, yet from your careful examination, it looked an awful lot like some kind of shaft-like device inserted into the woman's unmentionables.

At the time you'd been too cowardly to simply strip down and beg the Hob-Goblin to take you too. To bind you in leather and whisk you off like an animal. Besides, it's not like he would have anyway. From the moment he saw you, bedecked in your splendid knight armor, he treated you with nothing short of reverence. It had been....galling.

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