Goblins

Standing in front of and looking down at you, wooden spears in hand, were the last things you wanted to see. Four three-foot-tall, pointed ear, and nose, green-skinned, loin cloth wearing banes of existence. And they all look ticked.

“Goblins.”

Now you remember. You were passing through a town when the local guard stopped you. He said to be careful, they had troubles with some caravans getting attacked going through the forest. Only recently did it get bad enough to start warning people. Glancing around, you find yourself in a decently built wooden hut, small torches hang from the walls.

New pain suddenly flared when one of the goblins, getting impatient, whacked you on the head. Another one, a scar over his right eye stepped closer.

“Guept.” He spoke. Blinking, you didn’t understand. Narrowing his remaining eye, he thrust his spear at you, inches from your face and shouted. “Guept!”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Struggling a bit, you manage to get to your feet and stand up. Even standing a good two feet taller than them didn’t make these goblins any less dangerous. Looking behind, you spot vines wrapped tight around both your arms. A sharp poke reminded you of your current predicament.

“Ovem!” Scar pointed towards the entrance.

With little choice, you follow Scar out of the hut, the other three goblins surrounding you as you moved. Stepping outside, you get a better grip on your situation.

You’re somewhere in the forest, trees in all directions. It was night time now, the only light source coming from a large bonfire in the middle of this small village. A few huts similar to the one you stepped out were dotted around. Multiple goblins walked about or lounged around, but all of them stopped and watched as you were marched towards a larger hut near the center. In front of it, you see a makeshift throne and a pit forms in your stomach as you get closer and see the occupant.

Sitting on the throne, being attended to by naked female goblins and eating, what you hope is a roasted deer leg, was a large figure. Muscles and scars rippled across his dark green skin, tusks jutting from his lower jaw, head shaved save for a black Mohawk, and clad in a furred vest, boots and skirt is what turned your situation from bad to worse when you were brought before the throne.

“Ah, so are ‘guest’ has awakened.” The orc grunted in a deep voice, a smirk tugging on his lips. Gesturing with his other hand, two of your guards hit the back of your legs, forcing you to kneel. “Thank you for escorting them. Always the good soldier.”

Scar bowed at the orc. It may just be you but you swear you heard him snarl a bit.

“Forgive the rough treatment, we don’t get many visitors out here.” He spoke, taking a large bite out of the leg. All you could do is glare up at him.

“Normally, I would’ve dealt with you the second the scouts brought you. But tonight’s a, ugh, special occasion and I figured: Why not bring a guest?” He said, grunting as he placed his hand on the head of a gobliness, moving her head up and down between his legs.

You didn’t think twice about what she’s doing.

“The night is young, the feast was glorious, and the festivities are about to begin.” Grunting, he suddenly shoved the goblinessess head right into his crotch, you could see him jerk in his seat a bit before relaxing. The female goblin slowly back, a loud ‘schlorp’ was heard, and you see a few things.

The female goblins stomach looked engorged, there was white fluid dripping from her mouth, and the orc’s member looked like a third leg. How the hell did she take all that?!

The orc chuckled at your expression as your eyes swiftly went back to his face, ignoring the slight blush on your face.

“Then I remembered the stray we found and figured, why not! Let’s invite them to join in the fun.” Finishing the leg, he casually tossed away the bone. “Don’t you all think so!”

All the goblins began shouting and chanting at the orc’s response. The entire village surrounded us.

“But now, that raises a question?” The orc laid his head on his fist as he leaned forward. A full-on shark-like grin on his face.

“What to do with you?”