Futa Goblins?

Blood spurted onto your face and naked body as the razor-sharp "Roses Thorn" pierced deeply into Kefla's throat. The shock and horror in her widened eyes mirrored your own astonishment at the unexpected turn of events. Despite her wounds, Kefla's small clawed hands clung desperately to the blade, purple blood trickling from the deep gashes that ran down her fingers and dropped onto her contorted face.

Straining with all your might, you attempted to exert more pressure on the weapon, hoping to deliver a final blow and secure your escape. But Kefla's resistance proved formidable, her sheer determination preventing the blade from budging. Though she didn't push you off, your weight bearing down on the sword granted you a precarious advantage that gave you a flicker of hope. Just a little more pressure, you thought, if only you could exert a bit more ****.

Witnessing their chief's astounding act of survival, the goblins rushed to her aid, their frantic shouts filling the arena. The first goblin approached you from behind, hoping to catch you off guard. In a swift and instinctive move, you kicked back with all your might, connecting your foot solidly with the small creature's face. The goblin flew backward, crashing onto her back with a pained yelp.

However, the second and third goblins flanked you before you could defend yourself. They leaped onto your back, their combined strength attempting to pull you away from Kefla. Despite your resistance, their efforts began to succeed, and Kefla's hands slowly pushed you upward, creating distance between you and her **** throat.

More goblins surged forward, their sheer numbers overwhelming you as they piled onto your struggling form. Their relentless **** made it impossible for you to resist any longer, and they managed to pry the sword from your grip, leaving you defenseless and at their mercy.

As the goblins subdued you, Kefla rose to her feet, a mixture of shock and disbelief on her face. She examined the deep wounds inflicted on her hands, her expression a blend of pain and a persistent, unsettling grin.

Amidst the chaos, your attention was briefly drawn to a particular goblin who had been knocked over during the struggle. As she regained her footing, her loincloth, disheveled from the fall, revealed a surprising sight—a prominently displayed, yellow-colored cock. Confusion filled your mind as you glanced at the other goblins surrounding you, noticing similar bulges in their own loincloths. The realization struck you—these Goblins possessed both male and female attributes.

Kefla, observing your bewildered expression, questioned your distraction from the dire situation at hand. Her gaze shifted momentarily toward the goblin readjusting her loin cloth before she offered an explanation. "Oh, you didn't know?" Kefla's voice held a hint of amusement. "We are Futa Goblins."

"Futa Goblins?" you echoed, wracking your brain to recall any prior knowledge of this term.

Kefla leaned down, tearing a section of her own loin cloth to fashion a makeshift bandage for her injured hand. As she tended to her wounds, a massive, purple member swung from between her legs—an impressive, thick appendage that measured at least seven inches in length. The sight was made even more striking by the contrast of its size against her petite frame. Two large balls swung like a pendulum in sync with the phallus.

The girl beside Kefla smiled triumphantly, her words biting with venom. "As I said, your manhood doesn't even compare to hers."

Confusion and questions swirled within you, struggling to comprehend the new revelations. The Futa Goblins, with their unique blend of genders, defied the conventional notions you had held. The secrets of their society were becoming stranger and more complex by the minute.

But before you could process it all, the goblins restrained you firmly, their grip unyielding. Helpless and defeated, you found yourself at the mercy of Kefla and her Futa Goblin followers, uncertain of what fate awaited you next.

"Kill him! Punish him for this!" the girl pleaded desperately, her voice filled with anger and vengeance.

Kefla turned her attention towards you, her eyes filled with disdain. "Silence," she commanded sharply, her voice laced with authority. "That was your one opportunity, boy, to end me. Yet you failed miserably. Now, I shall keep you as my captive and make an example out of you."

"No, kill him! Make the wretch pay! Cut off his pathetic manhood that cannot compare to yours!" the girl shrieked, her words dripping with venomous hatred.

Kefla's expression hardened as she snapped at the girl, her voice seething with fury. "Silence now! You are my pet, not my advisor!" The girl immediately fell silent, her voice replaced by profuse apologies.

"Bind him and escort him to the cells. I will join you shortly after I consult the shaman about my wounded hands," Kefla instructed her clan, striding off toward a nearby hut. The girl obediently followed, demonstrating unwavering loyalty to her leader.

"Ensure he doesn't get another opportunity," Kefla called out without looking back, leaving her goblins with clear orders.

Without wasting a moment, the goblins swiftly bound your arms and legs tightly, their expertise in securing captives evident. They then proceeded to drag your naked body across the unforgiving ground, heading towards a hut with a large wooden door—the same one the yellow-haired goblin had entered to fetch the girl earlier.

The yellow-haired goblin fumbled for the key, unlocking the door with a metallic click. The heavy gray door swung open, revealing a dimly lit interior. You were forcefully pulled inside and placed within a cold, metal cage-like cell. Still bound, you were laid on your side, feeling the discomfort of the hard surface beneath you.

A group of approximately ten goblins, armed with spears, positioned themselves as guards outside the cell, following Kefla's instructions to the letter. Their vigilant eyes stared at you, ready to prevent any chance of escape or resistance. The weight of your situation settled upon you, as the reality of your captivity and uncertain future became painfully clear.

Lying on the cold stone floor, your body aching and your spirit filled with regret, you couldn't help but ponder the perplexing questions that swirled in your mind. Why was Kefla keeping you captive? What trait had she referred to during the confrontation? And the most puzzling of all, why did Kefla and the goblins possess male genitalia despite their otherwise feminine appearance?

Lost in your thoughts, you were interrupted as Kefla entered the hut, her gaze fixated on your pitiful form through the bars of the cell. "Leave," she commanded in a slow and deliberate tone.

The goblins hesitated, their memories still fresh with the events that had unfolded in the arena. However, they knew better than to defy their chief. Reluctantly, they filed out of the hut, leaving you alone with Kefla.

"You came closer to killing me today than anyone or anything ever has," Kefla stated, surprising you with her honest and sincere tone. The unexpected admission left you speechless, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over you.

"I should have finished the job!" you exclaimed defiantly, your voice laced with frustration.

Kefla's response was a smile and a chuckle. "You should have run away as fast as you could the moment you laid eyes on me," she remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice. As much as it pained you, you couldn't argue with her statement. Deep down, you knew it was true.

Curiosity burning within you, you mustered the courage to ask the question that had been plaguing your mind. "What are you? Goblins are commonly known to have male and female counterparts, but none of the books mentioned anything about 'Futa Goblins'." Despite the grim circumstances, you were determined to fill the gap in your knowledge, even if it meant receiving an anatomy lesson at an inappropriate time and place.

Kefla's demeanor shifted, her usual mockery and tone replaced by a more serious disposition. "An inquisitive boy, aren't you? Very well, I shall tell you the tale of our origins," she responded.

"Our ancestors were the typical goblins you speak of. However, they stumbled upon a peculiar flower here in the Darkwood. This flower granted them strength and fortitude far beyond that of a normal goblin. They formed a tribe and settled here, guarding the flowers as humans would guard precious resources like copper or any other valuable commodity."

As Kefla spoke, you couldn't help but connect the dots, realizing that her extraordinary strength and speed were likely a result of the mysterious flower's influence. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, but there was still much to learn about these enigmatic creatures known as Futa Goblins.

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Kefla continued her narrative, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and bitterness. "The flower transformed my people, and others grew envious of our newfound power. As the years passed and our tribe thrived, a remarkable change occurred. When Futa goblins were born, they inherited the heightened strength and speed from their parents. However, their physical appearance took on a unique form. Despite possessing both sets of reproductive organs, they appeared outwardly female."

"These new beings became known as Futa goblins. They were larger, stronger, and faster than their predecessors, and they possessed the ability to reproduce within their own kind. The older breed of goblins gradually became obsolete as the Futa preferred to partner with one another, ensuring the strength of their bloodline."

Curiosity still burning within you, you couldn't resist the urge to ask another question. "But if the Futa goblins were superior in every way, why didn't they become the dominant breed, replacing the normal goblins entirely?"

Kefla shot you a stern look, reprimanding you for your interruption. Realizing your mistake, you promptly fell silent, listening intently as she continued her tale.

"For many years, it was believed that the Futa would indeed become the dominant breed. However, other tribes and clans felt threatened by our growing power. They united and devised a cunning plan, employing the skills of their shamans and witch doctors. These factions sent scouts to infiltrate our territory and steal the precious flowers."

Kefla's voice carried a tinge of resentment as she recounted this part of the story. The Futa, engrossed in their newfound strength, had become less vigilant in protecting the flowers, consuming them only out of fear that future generations might revert to normal or "low" goblins, as they came to be known by the Futa.

"The scouts succeeded in their mission, retrieving the flowers and tampering with them using ancient and potent magic," Kefla continued, her voice tinged with a mix of anger and sorrow. "Upon their return, these tainted flowers were unknowingly mixed in with our supply."

Your mind wandered to the tales of old magic and its unpredictable consequences. The stories you had studied suddenly seemed more real and foreboding.

"Their plan worked flawlessly. The infected flowers corrupted our entire stock, and by the time the Futa noticed, it was already too late. Our newborns were no longer born with female organs. They stripped us of the ability to reproduce with other Futa goblins."

Kefla's voice carried a sense of resignation as she recounted the downfall of her people. "Within a few generations, all Futa goblins were born without female parts, and the last true Futa goblins perished."

Your mind raced to connect the dots, and you blurted out your understanding. "So, you were **** to return to the old tribes and mate with the Low Goblin females."

Kefla looked at you with a glimmer of approval, seemingly pleased that you were actively following her tale. "Yes, that was the initial plan. However, the tribes united against us and vehemently refused our advances. Battles and raids ensued, but surprisingly, little bloodshed was required. Instead, females from the villages began to approach us, seeking to be part of our clearly superior bloodlines."

"But there was a cruel twist," Kefla continued, her expression turning somber. "The tainted magic had not only robbed us of our female parts; it had rendered us infertile. Despite our efforts, we could not impregnate the females. It was a sentence to a slow, agonizing decline and eventual extinction for our species."

A pang of sympathy for their plight welled up within you, despite the circumstances. "Wait, if you couldn't reproduce, how is it that there are still so many of you?"

Your puzzlement hung in the air, waiting for Kefla's response.

Kefla's wicked grin returned to her face as she declared, "Well, we Goblins are natural survivors, and we always find a way."

Before you could question her cryptic statement, the door swung open, revealing a small Goblin wearing a thick leather apron. With red dreadlocks tightly pulled back into a ponytail, soot-covered skin, and peculiar goggles shielding her eyes, she appeared to be a blacksmith—a conclusion you reached based on her attire.

"Ah, there you are, Dawn," Kefla greeted the smith. She handed over "Roses Thorn" to the blacksmith and instructed her, "Take this and follow the provided instructions to the letter."

Outraged by the sight of your family's precious ancestral sword being entrusted to these creatures, you couldn't help but shout, "What are you doing? That's my sword!"

Kefla glanced at you dismissively. "You were defeated in battle. By our laws, this now belongs to me, to do with as I please."

Desperation surged within you as you pleaded and strained against your bounds. "Please, you can't! It's my family's legacy. It has been handed down through the generations, and I can't be the one to lose it."

Kefla observed your pathetic struggles, contemplating for a moment. "Fine, Dawn, go clean it and modify it to suit the circumstances of our warriors here."

Relief mingled with uncertainty washed over you. It seemed like she had listened to your pleas, albeit begrudgingly.

"Thank you," you managed to utter, the words feeling bitter on your tongue.

Kefla's response was chilling. "Oh, don't thank me just yet. You have no idea what I have planned for you." Her cold and serious gaze filled you with a dread far worse than her usual wicked grin.

"As I mentioned before, you came dangerously close to killing me," she continued, displaying her bandaged and ointment-covered hands to emphasize her point. "And while I respect your effort, I still need to punish you."

"Punish me?" The realization of impending torment had lingered since they chose to bind you instead of killing you, but now the truth weighed heavily upon you.

"Yes, I am going to," Kefla declared, pausing for dramatic effect.

"Change you."

"Break you."

"And own you."

Each word landed like a crushing blow to your spirit, and Kefla's penetrating gaze locked onto yours, ensuring you understood the gravity of her intentions.

With that, she departed the hut without uttering another word, leaving behind the company of ten spear-wielding Goblins who resumed their vigilant guard.

Kefla's words lingered in your mind, haunting you with uncertainty. What did she mean? The weight of her intentions clearly disturbed you, but you summoned the resolve of a warrior and a proud member of your house, vowing to withstand whatever trials lay ahead—for as long as you could.