It ends up with Mavy

Lily looked down at the short olive green skinned humanoid lying on the ground before her. For a second she didn’t know what she was looking at, then she realized that despite its fair skin, and pretty features it was actually a goblin. This realization left Lily a bit confused, what was it doing all the way out by itself? Goblins don’t usually stray to fair from their tribe yet if this was an attack why did they send one lone goblin to try to ambush her, rather then all attacking at once?

After all she was just barely able to get off the wind spell that sent this one flying into a near by tree. Lily felt just a tinge of embarrassment as she thought about that, she was basically mid orgasm when the green skined intruder charged her.

Still that didn’t solve the mystery of where where the rest of this goblin girl’s comrades where. Or actually goblin boy she should say. As despite the feminine aspects of her face, and body Lily realized that she could see see a cock peaking out from under the ragged loin clothe they wore. So effeminate the goblin was, that for a second she thought he might have been like her, a girl with a cock. Yet despite how fantastic that would have been to meet a kindred spirt, Lily could tell that this was indeed still a male goblin, though a very androgynous one at that.

Lily then decided that’s she should perhaps take a peak into the goblin’s mind. If this was part of some sort plan devised by a goblin tribe, she could surely figure out what their aim was by searching this ones mind. He was **** after all so it would be very easy to slip inside his head. Lily then reached out with her magic. As she focused her thoughts touched the goblin’s own, and she could see him as she could see her self. Thoughts, memories, emotions that weren’t her own swelled around the tiefling girl.

There always was a bit of rush that came when she entered some ones mind, yet she couldn’t get lost in the sensation, she had to figure out what this was up to. She tugged on a strand of the most recent memory she could find, and started to look it over. There she felt the sensation of flying through the air, and smashing into a near by tree, reliving her own wind spell on the receiving end. She followed that memory backwards even more seeing through the eyes of the goblin as it first burst into the tent. Lily found herself blushing as seeing from the goblin point of view she saw in a out of body point of view of herself climaxing. As she stared at herself at the exact moment of her shooting hot cum into brass cylinder, her whole orange skinned face becoming red with humiliation. Gods she looked like a horned up wild dog in that moment. Just purely overcome by lust, and want. Herself lost to the overwhelming pleasure. She thought briefly about straight up erasing the graceless image from the goblin’s memory. But her morals stopped her from using her powers for purely self serving purposes, even if it would save her from some embarrassment.

Quickly she moved past that scene, and went back even further in the goblins memories. She could feel that he was afraid as he approached her tent. Hungry too in fact he was starving. Lily skipped even farther back in his memories, the goblins thoughts said that he was actually alone out here in the forest which peaked Lily’s interested. A goblin wouldn’t attack alone, usually they would scout one by one, yet trying to fight an adventure themselves wasn’t really their nature. Even if a goblin was starving they surely would need their clan mates help to taken down some one or the upper races. Was this feminine goblin boy just that greedy that he wanted to keep all the spoils to himself ?

As Lily continued to search through the goblin’s thoughts, and memories she found out this was not the case. In fact the truth was much more tragic. The goblin who she discovered was called Mavy, had been exiled by his tribe. His exile had come about due to his surprisingly gentle nature. All though most goblins were violent, aggressive, and deceitful, Mavy seems to be the exact opposite. Even as Lily examined the femmy short stack’s most early memories she found that his thoughts, and feelings were that of some one with a tender heart. He never wanted to hurt things, and didn’t have a lot natural traits most male goblins had, like ambition, ferocity and, a inkling for fighting.

This plus his body which for some reason seemed grow more, and more feminine as he got older led to the other males in the tribe abusing him. The **** was brutal to, the things Lily saw reminded her of the **** she, and her brothers faced at the hands of her mom. As Mavy’s memories flared around Lily she could see, and feel everything he went through. The sadness in his heart he felt from their insults, they called him weak, useless, stupid. The pain he felt from their beatings, hitting him, whipping him, even some times burning him with smoldering sticks from the camp fire. Even worse was the humiliation he felt as they would violate him. With his attractive androgynous body, and his delicate personality the other goblin men had no problem with forcing themselves upon Mavy. Often groups of three, to five other males would grab him, and pin him down into the dirt, some times even in the middle of camp right out in the open.

She could feel how Mavy would feel so helpless, and ashamed. Ashamed at himself for not being strong enough to able to fight back. Lily felt sorrowful for Mavy as in his thoughts, and memories he blame himself more so then the other goblins for the rapes. He felt like he had brought it on himself for not being like the other goblins. He felt guilty every time the bound him, and violated his holes. If only he could be like them, they wouldn’t do this to him, if only he was like them...

As Lily continues to wade through his memories she could see through out his life Mavy would try to prove himself to the other goblins. He always attempted to show them that he wasn’t weak, wasn’t soft. However they didn’t take him seriously already writing him off as only to be used for fuck meat when a goblin wanted to get off. Even when he did get a chance to prove himself as a ruthless warrior, he could never fully commit to the role. His latest attempt to get in the rest of goblins good grace’s even lead to his current predicament.

His tribe had hit a rough patch, a attack on a village had gone wrong, and left them with their numbers severally reduced. The tribe suffered do to lack of numbers as it made getting resources more difficult, and it meant other less capable goblins had to fill the roles of the ones who died. One of the roles needed to be filled was hunting. Mavy volunteered to fill this role thinking this finally might be the time for him to prove himself. However it didn’t go as he hoped. As him, and other goblins new to the role as hunters went out to try to get food for the tribe. This ended up with a misshap in which several of the hunters ended up being killed by a wild boar. Angry, and frustrated by this the other hunters saw fit to blame Mavy for the whole incident even going so far as to say Mavy should be exiled from the tribe for his failure.

The chief of the tribe had never been a fan of Mavy, and thought that exiling the poor goblin could be a great way to keep him self in the good graces of his quickly destabilizing clan. So despite doing nothing wrong, and committing no crime, Mavy was matched out of the tribe, and left all alone. They had bound him, blind folded him, and left him tied to a tree before leaving him to fend for himself. Lily clenched her chest as she felt the grief that Mavy went through. He was cast out by the only people he only ever really known, his peers, his family, his “friends” all of them abandoned him. Despair had filled him for the entirety of the day after once he was finally able to naw his way through the ropes bind him after an hour. There was no way for him to find his way home, no chance to try to conceive his tribe to let him come back, and redeem himself.

For the first day alone Mavy just cried, he missed all the familiar faces. Despite how cruel they all were at least they were home. The **** he endured by them preferable to the isolated of the forest. He just wanted to see some one, any one he didn’t want to be alone.
Through his first night he didn’t even sleep just curled up in the fetus position under a tree, trembling with fear after every noise he heard. The wind that whistled through the trees, the night owl that called out, the rustling grass. Every single sound only fueled Mavy’s paranoia, and fear. To him every noise had to be that of a monster that was coming to kill him, and eat his corpse.

Lily’s sympathy for Mavy seemed to grew the more, and more she learned about him. She knew what it was like, and not just because she was reliving his memories, but because she had gone through similar traumatic events. She knew what kind of pain he had endured, and the scars that covered his mind, and soul.

As Lily traveled though more of Mavy’s memories she saw more of his struggles, and more of the **** he had to endure. As she watched it all Lily was reminded of her own brothers, how she saw them suffer, and how she could do nothing to help them yet now... now she could. She could help this goblin, do what she could never do for her brothers. With that Lily then gently picked up Mavy in her arms, and brought him to her tent.