We'll Find Out After These Messages (Boba POV)

Contrary to popular belief, Boba was not your average goblin. No, if you judged her by the standards of her kind, she had little value beyond warming some superior goblin's bed and birthing his children.

Such was the fate that awaited Boba, and yet...

She breathed slowly and deeply, allowing her large mana pool to restore, subtly palming one of the three shiny ornaments attached to her clothes.

You might would be forgiven for thinking Boba was weak, because she was by the standards of goblins, who held little judgement for mental attributes, and beyond that even magics were deemed worthless to them who preferred to rush at enemies and bury them beneath numbers.

Quantity over quality, that was the goblin way.

Boba held off on activating her 'gift' as the bugs carried her deeper.

Finally, they arrived deep within the mines, inside a large antechamber, dug out not by human hands, but by bug claws, large ones.

"You have brought another one... she is small, she will break after one clutch has been planted inside her, but that is sufficient, my children hunger for flesh, they need to be taught the way." A whispering voice said, as Boba's goblin eyes gleaned the darkness.

The one who had dug this chamber was more than likely the massive spider hanging overhead, a silvery strand leading from her spinneret higher into the darkness.

"Give her to me!" The spider ordered as the ants lifted her higher until the spider's legs closed around her, sticky string clinging to her body.

Boba wriggled, trying to be free, she could imagine the fate that would await her, should this spider queen have her way.

"Stop fighting it dear... you'll have your turn soon, don't worry, come and join your new sisters." The queen whispered as she began to wrap Boba in thread, the gossamer strands binding her as her eyes alighted upon a wet moan as the spider carried her higher.

Strung up around the room were various females of differing species, no doubt taken from other intruders. Elves, Drow, dwarfs, even a gnome or two were barely visible inside their cocoons.

Boba saw what was making the noises as a nearby human girl, probably no older than 18 had her mouth spread open in extasy as liquid dripped from her quim, as a furry spider crawled out, birthed from her borrowed womb.

Boba saw herself as she'd always heard, good for little more than breeding, taken by a more powerful Alpha and filled with children to further increase the numbers. That was the way of the goblin, the weaker females were claimed by superior males, and bred endlessly as their wombs swelled and their tits grew with milk.

When 'he' had came, both into her camp and into her mouth, she knew, she had been dominated by a stronger male, and so was claimed in the eyes of her fellow goblins. So she'd been ousted from her position, and **** to chase after him, pandering for his attention and his cock, she couldn't help herself, it was ingrained into her goblin brain.

But... he wasn't a goblin, where they saw her glistening holes, and sought to claim her, her desired her presence, he wished for her strength and her power by his side, as his equal mate!

She snarled, her fingers tightening around the softly glowing ornament, her deft fingers, clawing at the sticky webs.

I said, stop fighting it little one, you shall have a grander purpose than any on this land, carrying the future of my brood, birthing my children!" The spider queen hissed, her eight eyes focusing on the writhing gobliness as she spat back,

"I am not yours to claim and fill, I am not the same goblin, useless for all but fucking, I am Boba, mate of my Boss, and you dare challenge him. None shall have my womb except him!" Boba growled, plucking the fiercely glowing bobble for which she was named, all the proof she needed of her worth in 'his' eyes and dropped it.

If she'd had trouble seeing anything in the cloying darkness, those worries were gone as a fervent red fire blossomed from the ground, dozens of screeching ants washed away by the flames as the spider queen reeled back, her cobwebs catching along the walls as she dropped Boba.

The little gobliness had no chance, her arms bound, and legs tied with web as she fell towards the sea of fire below.

The last thing her goblin eyes saw was the flames washing over the girls consigned to their fate, destroying them and the spider queen attempting to flee higher into the chamber, only for the licking flames to chase her along the strands of web that she'd used to bind untold numbers of women to birthing her hideous brood, her own weapons becoming her tomb.

Her last thoughts as she fell to the ground, her head cracking on the stone below, the heat already consuming her were, "My name is Boba, I will not lose myself."