The Hero's Journey

"Don't forget your long stabber!" Tutted Matron Fatbutt as her daughter loaded up her backpack with tools and potions, and survival equipment.

The young goblin smiled thankfully and took the spear from her mother. "Thanks mom, can't forget that!"

"And your stabber too." The Matron sighed, now handing a knife to the younger goblins.

"Oh wow!" Daisy Fatbutt laughed guiltily. "I packed everything but a weapon."

The matron was a graying goblin who presently had a goblin babe strapped to her front, and another on her back. Her ponderous stomach signaled to the world that any day now she'd have a third on her hands. "You don't need to be nervous. Goblins been master hunters since forever, maybe as many as a hundred years. It's in your blood."

"I know." Daisy slipped her backback on, it rustled heavily and almost pulled her backwards onto the ground. "I just want to do a good job. This is my chance to finally fit in."

"You fit in!" Her mother groused, and slapped her on the head. "You're my daughter, I say you fit in more than anyone who isn't."

Daisy sighed. "Mom half the girls on the reservation are your daughter." The Matron giggled dirtily. "Besides, you know I'm a freak."

"Hey!" Her mother slapped her head again. "Goblins have proud history of freaks." She snapped her fingers. "Remember that girl that no die after being set on fire? She works for dragon now." Matron Fatbutt nodded proudly. "Mmmhm now leads whole legion of fireproof babies, very successful."

Daisy hugged her mom. "You're right, the genetic diversity and frequent mutations among goblin children allow us quick adaptation to our environments... I just wish I knew why I was different. What's my talent? How can I be useful?”

"You use them big words!" Her mom said with a smile, before ushering her out the door. "Now get going before hunting party leaves you behind."

"Okay wish me luck!"

"Good luck!" The Matron kissed her daughter on the cheek. "And remember if a monster is chasing you, try to get it to fuck. They never want to chase you after they're all sleepy from cumming. Plus you get pregnant!"

"Okay mom, I'll try!"

Despite her mom's assurances that she fit in, Daisy was consumed by nerves and fear. Though their reservation was vast, the area populated by goblins was quite small. The hunting party was made up of the same girls she went to school with, the same girls who sold her to the harpies a few years back. But maybe that was a good thing. If she proved herself on the hunt in front of them, then they'd have to be her friends. If only she could. Daisy had yet to find a use for all her big words.

"Oh, great it's Crazy." A pink haired goblin moaned, as Daisy came up the hill. Daisy couldn't help but notice she was the only one with a backpack. "Don't you have like... a virginity to polish or something?"

Daisy flushed red. "I'm not a virgin!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. There was no more dire insult in all The Motherhood than that.

"Your hand doesn't count." Pinkie scoffed.

"It does too!" Daisy smirked. "I asked my mom and she says it does, and she's the Matron so you gotta do what she says!" She crossed her arms in victory.

Pinkie groaned. "Fine, whatever Princess. That's the only reason we invited you anyway." She turned to her pack. "The Minotaur lives in a cave to the um... in the sunset direction. We go now, we kill him before sunset."

"Woooooo!" Shouted the goblins, most of whom ran off in the right direction.

Pinkie wooped herself, and ran into the woods spear drawn.

"Waaaait!" Daisy huffed, and ran after the pack. “Shouldn’t we stick together?”

Pinkie snorted. “So the Minotaur can kill us all at once? Yeah right!”

Daisy swooned. “K-k-k-kill?”

“Crazy why don’t you shut up, and let me show you how real goblins go hunting!”

——-

A tide of green sluts came pouring out the cave screaming and giggling. Behind them was a roaring Minotaur. A rippling engine of destruction, suitable for nothing more than destruction and havoc. He was a curse upon himself and the world.

And the goblins were trying to fuck it.

“Youuuu’re soooooo big!”

“Over here handsome!”

They rubbed themselves and danced for the half beast. They showed him their cavernous cunts, and beckoned him inside.

The Minotaur was in a blind rage, but even he couldn’t resist the small fat sluts around him. Reluctantly his half man meat rose, like the spear of baphomet.

Pinkie grinned. “We got him right where we want him!” She turned around and spanked her fat ass, farting cutely as she did. “Come on big boy! You know you want it.”

The Minotaur screamed and charged the diminutive leader. Pinkie laughed and rand away even as the Minotaur grabbed her by the head and planted her in the ground. Moments later his shafted vanished up her cooter.

“Ooooooh, yes!” Pinkie cried, "all for me!”

Daisy watched this all from behind a rock, quivering with fright. He was going to fuck her until she was a green smear across the hill. “Help her!” Daisy whined to the other hunters in the area.

As to be expected they were completely useless. They all dropped their weapons and started masturbating to the scene. At least this was the case for those who hadn’t flung their weapons into the forest and run home.

“Yeah baby breed her!”

“You’re so strong!”

“I love a bull who knows how to treat a slut.”

“I got master’s balls!” One goblin crawled in between the Minotaur’s legs and began attending to his large swinging nuts. “I might need a little help these are big ones!”

Another goblin joined the first. The two of the living kissed and licked his swinging nuts as he turned pinkie inside out. “They’re so big master! You’re gonna get us all pregnant!”

“Yes master! Knock up all your green sluts! Give us dumb cow babies!”

Daisy sighed and sunk behind her rock. It didn’t take them long to go from hunting party to harem. She couldn’t blame them, even she was masturbating. She had to think of something otherwise he was just going to drag them back into the cave and eat them!

The cave!

That’s it!

Daisy knew what to do…. Just as soon as her hand finished its business.

The scene returns to the frenetic fucking between the beast and Pinkie. “Yes master yes! Come on fill me up!” The Minotaur's thrusts we’re getting more frantic, more excited. He was so close. So close! Coming, coming! He was coming!

Now pinkie knew how they got the cream into the donut. Her body inflated with her masters seed a sensation which always drove goblins to a mind breaking orgasm.

Once he pulled out, a river of ivory came flowing out of her. Her hunting part scrambled to her cooze like it was a broken piñata and began to lick up and slurp whatever cum they could.

The Minotaur took advantage of this gathering and grabbed five goblins by their hair. So bundled he dragged these cooing and giggling sluts behind him to his cave.

At which point a boulder promptly fell from the cliff above, and completely squished him.

“Aaaaaaaah!” All the goblins screamed.

All except Daisy who let out a triumphant woop. “I did it!” She cried and stepped out from her hiding spot above the cave. “I Killed the Minotaur!”

“You cunt!” Cried her part from down below. “He was going to fuck us next!”

Daisy was shocked. She’d just saved their lives! “He was going to eat you!”

“Eat this!” They began to throw rocks at her, and call her the nastiest goblin names the could think of. She’d used a rope to climb up there so she was trapped until they got bored. Which meant she was up there for hours, goblins love torturing things almost as much as sex. Only a thunderstorm drove them off. Which suited Daisy just fine, at least in the rain her mom couldn’t tell she’d been crying.

——-

Of course she could tell.

A mother could always tell and Matron Fatbutt was a mother a hundred times over.

Daisy came in from out of the rain with a smile on her face. She entered the loud trash strewn manor, and immediately picked up a tyke who’d been petting a rat. “Mom I’m home!”

There was a scream from the kitchen. “Virginia get your stuff out of Daisy’s room, she’s alive!”

“Moooooooooom!” Came a counter scream. “Trevor will be here any minute! I’m already in the swing!”

The kitchen door bust open briefly revealing three children stirring a smoking cauldron with a whisk. “Good news Daisy, you’re sleeping in mommy’s bed tonight!” She stopped cold and glared at Daisy. “You’ve been crying!”

Daisy gasped and rubbed her eyes. “It’s the rain.”

“You bad liar.” He mom put an arm around her daughter. “What happen? Everyone die?”

“No.” Daisy sniffed. “I killed the Minotaur.”

“But his Dick was so big!”

“Mom! He was capturing goblins for food!”

“Oh yeah!” Fatbutt laughed. “Good job! So you’re feeling guilt At taking a life.”

“No that part was great. But the whole party turned against me, they just wanted to fuck him.”

“His Dick was very big Daisy.”

“Believe me, I saw it. I just…” she set the child down. “I feel like no matter what I do here I don’t belong. I mean let’s face it, you’re my only friend.”

“Because I’m cool mom!”

Daisy smiled. “You’re the best mom.” She shrugged, and it felt like she had the weight of the world on this tiny shoulders.

Matron Fatbutt sighed, and reach down to pull something out of her vagina. “I didn’t want to show you this…but…” she grumbled and put a wet ball of paper in her daughters hand.

“Wow…” Daisy **** a smile. “A wet napkin, thanks mom.”

“Read.” Fatbutt sat slapping Daisy across the dead.

Daisy unfolded the soggy thing and tried to decipher the runny ink. “Matron Fatbutt blah blah snurgle by order of The Prince, blah, one Princess from your household for participation in the quest.” Daisy looked up to see her mother’s big eyes filled with tears.

Daisy gasped. “You’re sending me?”

Fatbutt whimpered. “I no send, nobody!” She held her daughters hand, mushing the soggy paper to mush. “Until…”

Daisy sniffled. “You don’t think I belong here either…”

“No.” Fatbutt sighed. “You no belong here popping babies out with mama. You belong out there, doing big stuff with the big people.”

Daisy sobbed and hugged her mother. “Oh mom!” She buried her face in her mom’s breasts. “I won’t go! I’m not going to leave you.”

“You go.” Her mom growled. “Pain of you leaving not as bad as watching you stay and suffer.” She pet her daughters hair. “You’re a freak Daisy, now is time to find your dragon.”

Daisy laughed and sniffed bravely, sucking up a half gallon of snot back into her head. “I guess I’m already packed.”

Fatbutt nodded. “Go before I change my mind.”

“I love you mom.” Daisy shuffled over to the front door.

“I love you too Daisy. You go find home, make mama proud.” She grabbed her daughter by the back of her shirt. “Give me lots of royal grand babies!” She was frothing at the mouth. The only thing that made a goblin more excited than babies, was grand babies.

They opened the door to the stormy night, and there was a human tying up an umbrella. “Oh hey, Trevor.” Daisy maneuvered around the human.

“Hey big boy!” Fatbutt mewed. “Virginia is up in her swing.” She pawed at his junk ravenously. “Think you can make it up to her this time?”

Trevor groaned. “Mrs. Fatbutt, Virginia will kill me if I get you pregnant again instead of her.”

The matron growled. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”

Daisy looked up at the rain. “You know mom?” She turned around. “Maybe I should wait until…”

The door slammed on her face.

She slumped, and picked up Trevor’s Umbrella. “He won’t miss this.”

——-

Daisy climbed over hill and dale. Crossed stream and dessert. She slept in gutters, hitchhiked on carriages, and made her way to the prince’s palace.

“Like a shooting star, I will go the distance

I will search the world, I will face its harms

I don’t care how far, I can go the distance

Til I find my hero’s welcome waiting in your arms!

I’ll be there some day, I can go the distance

I will find my way if I can be strong

I know that every mile, will be worth my while

When I go the distance I’ll be right where I belong!”

Go The Distance

Written by: Alan Menken, David Zippel

Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company

——-

One evening Daisy took shelter in a Church of Gabe. While she was enjoying the charity of the church she saw in the pews and watched his clerics go about their nightly rituals. Her ears were pulled back in fascination. So interested in the work of the holy women, that she didn't even notice a elderly lady sit down next to her. "It's interesting work huh?"

Daisy yelped. She looked to the hunched toothless woman next to her, the grey hair on her head was braided thick like ropes on her head. This woman had an aura about her, sinister and totally out of place in a place so holy. "Uh, yeah. We don't have anything like this on the reservation."

"Gabe is a worthy master, you could find great strength in following a man like him."

Daisy sniffed, and looked up at the clerics. "They'd never take someone like me in their ranks."

The hag cackled spewing phlem and spit as she did. "I never said anything about joining them. There's a difference between The Church of Gabe and the man himself."

Daisy's ears perked up. "What do you mean?"

"The Church worhips any Prince who's in power. They're more concerned with maintaining their own power and priesthood than attending to the needs of the Prince. But Gabe, he accepts everyone. He'll bestow power to anyone who swears their loyalty to him."

Daisy lit up. "I'm going to do that now, I'm one of the princesses summoned to serve him."

The hag cackled again. "Then he has arranged for the two of us to meet. For I am Abigail, keeper of his book."

Daisy raised an eyebrow. "The Code of Gabe? The book the paladins follow?"

The old woman smiled, and and brought out a book that appeared to be bound in leather. "No, no, I am the bearer of The Book of Names." She opened it to show a page with various signatures. "Those who write their names in this book swear their souls to Prince Gabe, and are granted incredible power."

The goblin still didn't know why she was having this conversation. "Is this something you do with all the princesses?"

The hag shook her head. "Just you Daisy."

"Why me?"

All light seemed to fade from the church, the prayers of the clerics grew muffled in her ears. "Because you are one of the wretched Daisy. The Prince knows this, and has sent me to you. A creature like you will never overcome the great beauties of the world without our help."

Daisy's ears drooped. Even when The Prince personally invited her to join his divine harem, she still wouldn't belong to it. She'd be an outsider just as she was back at home. Why was she cursed to this half-life?

"You know in your heart it was true. There is no world for you, unless you forge it yourself."

Daisy sniffled. "What sort of power do I get... if I sign."

Abigail the great hag smiled. "Unimaginable."

Daisy did not feel like she belonged in the palace.

“Rub rub rub,

scrub scrub scrub,

and a couple of tra la la’s

that’s how we wash the stink away in the merry old land of Gabe!”

The prince was subjecting her to some kind of **** called ‘a bath’ which involved three fat human women half drowning her in a tub of funny smelling oil.

“Clip clip clip!

Brush brush brush!

We repair the roughest claws!

That certain air of savoir faire, in the merry old land of Gabe!”

Then they cut her nails down to soft dull curves, down from the dirty black talons she had been working with. “How am I supposed to scratch my butt with these?” She asked miserably.

“A lady does scratch.” Her stylists balked, nearly fainting.

The clean smelling goblin grumbled a full day our **** had put her in a foul moods. She’d been scrubbed, clipped, waxed, shaved, dyed perfumed, and filed down to her last nerve. “Well that very well maybe be, but how am I going to pick my nose?”

The room shuddered and fell to the floor.

——-

Once her team of stylists were revived they got her dressed. They had a lot of dresses picked out for her, but Daisy found herself attracted to a sharp looking power suit instead.

A woman in that would be taken seriously.

Once she was dressed, they perfumed her one last time and set her out in the hallway to await her entrance.

“Daisy!” The newly pregnant Matron Fatbutt ran to her daughter and crushed her in a hug. “Mama miss you so much. Sisters no good coversationmancers like you!”

Daisy was shocked, but thankful for her mom’s grimes smell overpowering her own perfume. “What are you doing here? It took me a month to get here!”

Fatbutt scratched her fat butt. Daisy eyed the nails enviously. “They teleport us.”

Daisy’s brow twitched. “You mean I didn’t have to walk?”

“Why walk?” Her mom asked. “You no take carriage?”

“Never mind.” Daisy sighed. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m so nervous, everyone here is so pretty.”

The mom patted her confidently. “You no need be pretty! You have winning personality! Besides…” The Matron pulled a rag out from her pocket. “Me bring secret weapon.” She unraveled a ratty looking miniskirt. It was stiff and stained white from lord knows how many gallons of cum.

Daisy looked at the dirt rag reverently. “Your 'fuck me' skirt!”

The Matron nodded proudly. “Thirty babies and counting, and now it’s yours!”

Daisy felt her lip quiver. “Thank you mom, but I can’t take this.”

“Sure you can. You waddle in there, lift skirt, show prince big wet pussy, and he fuck you in no time!”

Daisy grabbed her mom’s hand. “I know, but if I win the prince I want it to be because he likes me for who I am, not just because I’m wearing the world’s hottest mini.”

The matron just shook her head. “Me never gonna understand you.”

“I know mama.” Daisy hugged him mom lovingly. She then handed the skirt back to her mom. “Give it to Virginia. She needs all the help she can get keeping Trevor away from you.”

The matron giggled dirtily and patted her slightly distended belly. “Mama’s already on his second baby!”

——-

“Your Majesty! From The Motherhood of Goblins, Princess Daisy Fatbutt!”

Gabe watched the senator walk in to his court. He wasn’t too familiar with her as a human, but he couldn’t imagine the shy squirming creature coming his way had much in common with her true self.

She approached with a bit of a waddle. She had a wide fat ass, Gabe had picked her name wisely.she had the same bun as when she was a human, now it had to contests with a pair of large expressive ears that we’re constantly twitching, they hung low to her head to express an anxiety that every other part of her body expressed just as well.

“Um!” She began at the top of her lungs. “Your Majesty! Happy to be here and to service you! Oh! Not service you like that! I meant to be of service! I’m not a whore, not that there is anything wrong with that. Lots of goblins are whores. Not that you need a whore! You’re so handsome and powerful that’s I’d sleep with you for free! But only if you want to! HAHAHAHAHA! Just kidding, no but for real I want to, but goblins always want sex so… I’m here if you need me…”

The entire harem had their faces in their hands. That was just painful.

Even Gabe was cringing. “Senator, remember.”

The senator stiffened as her memories rearranged themselves. “I was… I’m a… that can’t… me? A minority?” Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and she fell to the ground.

"She's back." Gabe sighed as Jasmine dragged the little green bigot to her spot in the harem. "That's everyone." He looked to Skye. "So what do we do now?"

The Goddess floated happily at his side. "Now that thou hast met thine harem, we shall see where they rank in thine heart."

"Rank?" Gabe asked.

"From dung beetle to the sun in the sky, rank the harem's favor in their master's eye."

"What?" Gabe balked. "You can't make me do that!"

Skye eased him. "We must do it thusly, so we can distribute funds properly?"

"Funds?"

Anna growled. "This is going to take twice as long if you ask a question every time she opens her mouth." She paused, and tried to let the frustration fade from her voice. "Equipment and upgrades in this game are bought with something called BP. We earn BP based on how you rank us. So you need to rank us, or we're going into combat naked."

Gabe shook his head. "Are you kidding me? Ranking you is just going to cause hurt feelings. Not to mention piss Jasmine off."

The orc snorted. "Yeah, this just might push me into a bad mood." Her voice was loaded with sarcasm.

Hilda crossed her arms, her voice cut through the static among the contestants. "It's only logical that you prefer some of us to others. To deny that for the sake of propriety gains us nothing. If it improves our chances of survival, we'll just have to bare the injuries your rankings will inflict."

He couldn't deny the logic of that... it was just weird hearing it from Hilda. "Fine, I won't be the one to hold us back. But you guys can't be made at me for who I choose. You made me do this."

Lana tilted her head to the side. Her eyes trained on the young prince. 'Time to see what kind of man you really are.' She thought. Unlike the rest of the team, she still needed to get a feel for the man. All she had to go on so far was a few conversation, and him cheating on her sister. This was the guy she was supposed to call her master?

'we'll see'

"There is one more thing." Skye said, ratcheting up the nerves of the harem.

"What is it?"

Sky gestured to the passed out goblin on the floor. "At the moment, Daisy is your mightiest champion. Thanks to your initial choice for her, she's already level 2, this brings with it a decision. A level 2 your party unlocks a class feat, here are Daisy's:"

Another screen appeared above Daisy's body.

Minor Alchemy: Witches are masters of potions and brews. The secret ingredient for Daisy's potions are Gabe's cum. For each load she collects, she can make a number of healing potions equal to her level. It takes one hour to craft a batch of healing potions, they last for 24 hours, and heal 6 points of health. (Witch)

Familiar: Witches are famous for creating pacts with otherworldly entities both big and small. Daisy will make a pact with a minor entity loyal to Gabe. In combat this will allow Daisy to cast one spell per encounter as a free action. Out of combat, Daisy will be able to see through the Familiar's eyes, and disguise it as a mundane animal. The familiar serves Daisy, but it is ultimately loyal to Gabe and will try to manipulate her to fit Gabe's desires. (Witch)

Witch Armor Proficiency: Witches generally wear black, revealing outfits in a gothic style. Daisy will be trained in maximizing the traditional garb of her class. She gains +1 AC for any witch armor she wears but becomes unfamiliar with any other armor styles giving her a -1AC while wearing any other armor, or going unarmored. (Witch)

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