Mina Experiments

Mina eyed the goblin. The goblin eyed her back. The two of them were sitting across from each other at the goblin’s campsite outside the mines. And hadn’t that been fun, trudging all the way out of the underground area with a goblin on her back? No. The answer was no. It had been exhausting beyond all belief.

“Rockbiter,” the goblin had taught her its name, so she used it to try to endear herself to her captor, “I think it’s time we go to sleep, yeah?”

“Us. Sleep?” It parroted back to her; for all that its English was subpar it seemed to catch the important parts. And wasn’t that another lovely fact of her new life? That language wasn’t universal. Where was an auto-translator spell or artifact when you needed it?

“Yes. Us. Sleep.” The goblin’s eyes narrowed. Mina felt a flutter of panic in her breast. Had she done something wrong? Was sleep some cultural taboo among goblins?

“Yes. Sleep.” Oh thank god. Or was it goddess now? She had been an atheist before all of this, but now she wasn’t quite sure what to believe.

Regardless, Mina nodded to the goblin and went over to the bedroll. It was only after she arrived that she realized what an idiot she was being. The goblin clearly hadn’t expected her arrival. So there was only one bed between the two.

“Uh, so, how do you want to do this?” She pointed down.

Rockbiter, still holding the dagger, pointed down as well. “You. Sleep.”

Okay, was the little green being nice and letting her use its bed? Or maybe it was just wanting to merc her while she slept. Probably just wanted to have her sleep first for safety sake. Anyways, she’d take whatever charity she could get. Mina kneeled down and turned to lay on her back.

The goblin stayed where it was, watching her with those small but intense eyes.

“Okay?” She asked, confirming the goblin’s munificence.

“Okay.” It confirmed with all the wisdom of a sage.

So she did her best to sleep. Her being extremely tired from all the physical labor helped, but the goblin staring at her with the knife in its hand was a big factor in the how-in-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-sleep column. She managed somehow though, and as her eyes closed for the last time, she thought she saw the ghost of a smile on Rockbiter’s face.

Mina awoke to a goblin pointing its dagger at her. It took a sec for her brain to catch up and realize that this was Rockbiter and not some new vicious little beast. In that brief moment between, her body jerked into motion.

The goblin didn’t like this and started growling out some words in Goblinese or whatever the hell it was called. When her brain had its fill of fight-or-flight (favoring the latter), she did her best to calm her captor down.

“Sorry. Sorry. I was scared.”

“You. Scared? No. You watch.”

Watch what? Oh, the goblin wanted her to watch over it while it slept. She had read about this kind of thing. Wait. Was the goblin trusting her that much? She supposed it had been treating her as its loyal servant. Though Mina might have been a bit uncharitable and deemed her position as more of a ****. Perhaps the goblin even thought that grimoire that had summoned her made her its **** rather than Mina’s misfired spell.

“Okay.” She nodded with exaggerated motion. “I watch.”

The goblin didn’t wait long after her answer. It took her place at the bedroll, snuggling into its blanket that was much better sized for it than Mina.

Not a minute later the goblin started snoring. Goddess did she envy the little bugger. It took her like half and hour to an hour to get to sleep normally, though last night she had passed out from exhaustion.

Mina didn’t have much to do while she waited for the rest of the night to pass. Her spell was still recharging, as shown on one of the very few helpful things the goddess had given her: a small, barely functional UI (or user interface for the non-gaming). It had some stats that were basically meaningless without context, a bit of biography that told her what she already knew, and there: a cooldown for ‘Saimin Seigyo’.

So her brain just turned in on itself and pondered the five w’s of what the and why the hell was this happening to her of all people. Had she won some karmic lottery? Did this happen to everyone? It wasn’t like there was some omnipotent goddess she could ask. Right?

No answer from the peanut gallery.

Okay, so she was truly on her own. Or on her own with a goblin sidekick/captor.

Best just not to panic.

She was panicking a tiny amount. Back when she had first arrived, it had been instinctual. Facing a goblin with a knife? Got a magic spell? Use it quick!

Now that she was standing over its snoring body and had a bit more time to think, she wasn’t quite as sure. Was this truly the best course of action? What happens if too many spells killed the poor little goblin. She kind of needed a guide in this world or else she’d just be lost wandering these mountains and probably get eaten by a monster-lion or something.

She didn’t want to get eaten by a monster-lion.

But she didn’t want to leave control of her own fate to whatever Rockbiter decided was best. How the hell would a goblin (who apparently just went down random mineshafts for treasure as it had told her) know what was best for Mina?

Okay. Just say the words and cast the spell. Nothing simpler in the world.

“Saimin Seigyo.” She cast the spell and the familiar beam of pink light erupted from her hands and shot directly at the goblin’s sleeping head. At least her marksmanship lessons carried over from one world to another.

The goblin’s snores sputtered for a moment before resuming peacefully. For all the world, it looked like nothing had happened. But Mina had cast the spell, and her UI even noted it was on cooldown again.

Hopefully it had an effect. Though she’d have to wait and see.

Rockbiter yawned and struggled out of the covers. Mina, who had been watching over the goblin with a growing impatience, pounced.

“You’re my servant.”

The goblin looked at her like she was out of her mind.

“You my servant.”

“No, no. You’re my servant.”

“Servant. Serve.” The goblin demanded. So the spell had done nothing again? Fuck. How many times did she need to do it before it took effect for real?

The goblin got up and walked over to Mina who was sitting next to the campfire again.

Mina was naturally taken by surprise when the goblin grabbed her arm and placed it on the goblin’s right boob. It depressed into the jello-y flesh with ease. She would have protested but her brain’s circuits were sparking and smoking and so she could do nothing but let her weight press further into the boob.

“Good human. Look good. Serve Rockbiter.”

Mina had never been with a guy or girl for that matter. She had hugged her parents, but that was about it. Her long list of fuckups hadn’t extended to ruining another person’s love life at the very least. So to say she was inexperienced would be putting it lightly.

Still, this quintessential human (and maybe goblin) experience came naturally to her. She started massaging the goblin’s breast with her hand and then joined in on the other boob with her other hand. The goblin started purring, which was disproportionately odd coming out from not-a-cat’s mouth. It was kind of sexy though, and Mina wanted to hear more of it, so she continued her ministrations.

“Good human. Sex serve.” The goblin lowered its loincloth to reveal a bright red pussy. Mina had only her own and porn to compare with, but it looked similar. Guess that there was only so much variation to sex organs on mammalian creatures even on two different worlds (though the worlds couldn’t be that much different if there was still air to breath and creatures to breath it).

The goblin didn’t think too much of her inner monologue and grabbed her hand again, this time pushing it down towards the pussy in question.

“Dumb human. Sex.” She pushed a finger in and started moving Mina’s hand in a circle. At this point, the transposee could figure out the rest herself, and so she started moving her hand on her own. The goblin started purring again, which was as good a sign as any. And Mina didn’t let up with her other hand on the shortstack’s humongous tits, doing twice the work of her previous dual-hand approach. At least the abundance of titflesh meant she had a lot of room to work with.

“Good. Sex good.” The goblin leaned in and pressed her mouth against Mina’s. Mina tried to protest but her tongue was suddenly occupied with fending off a foreign invader. The goblin’s tongue was slightly rough, but not too abrasive that it was uncomfortable. She could moan though. And how could she not with the goblin’s boobs pressing into her own modest pair. They felt so nice and soft against her, and the goblin’s pussy was so wet and slick, and it was all so much so suddenly.

The two stayed like that for a long time, intertwined despite their height difference, grinding against each other. Rockbiter even started fingering Mina at some point, which felt amazing. Yes, Mina quite liked that. She could agree: ‘sex good’.

“Sex good,” she told Rockbiter in between kissing sessions.

“Good sex.” Rockbiter agreed. “Servant good sex.”

After they had fucked the senses out of each other, Mina and Rockbiter laid down together on the bedroll with the goblin on top of her. As Mina breathed, the goblin rose slightly into the air. The little thing didn’t weigh too much, so the extra burden on top of her wasn’t too bad.

So this was what a second application of the spell did? Or maybe it was just her getting better at it? There wasn’t a guide or anything to tell her which it was, or if she was even further off base. She could only keep at it and see what happened, like a true scientist. A magical scientist, huh? She had taken on worse jobs back home on Earth, like that time in retail. She shuddered.