Vastilla the Daring

Vastilla the Daring was known throughout the land of Morthil as one of the most powerful knights, having slayed great dragons, defeated evil kings, and sealed away great evils. Her name was known far and wide and songs of her glory were sung in every tavern.

Of course, if there was one thing she was known for more than anything else it was her hatred of goblins. She found them disgusting, from how they spoke to how they acted. So great was her hatred that she would often go out of her way to destroy goblin camps. And that's where we find her today.

Surrounding her was a goblin camp that had been completely decimated. Tents were toppled, idols were broken, and any agriculture was burned. Thankfully, most of the goblins were spared Vastilla's wrath having evacuated as soon as they heard she was in the area.

"Hahaha!" Vastilla bellowed, "Another camp vanquished!"

The flames of her destruction reflected brilliantly off her plated armor as she held her sword aloft in victory. Under her foot was a lone goblin, Wald, the only one who was brave enough to attempt to face the heroine. He struggled to escape the underside of her boot, but he was powerless to free himself and could only lay there while she gloated.

"Human, why you attack us?!" he cried out, "We harm no one! We keep to ourselves!"

The heroine frowned at the goblin, "Because I didn't any your disgusting kind clogging up the countryside,"

Admiring the devastation, she noticed an intact treasure chest out of the corner of her eye in the rumble of one of their homes. Unlike the rest of the camp, which was mostly composed of cheap wood structures, the chest was made of high-quality wood with gold trimming along its edges.

Stepping off the goblin, Vastilla excitedly approached the chest.

"H-hey! keep away from that chest!" Wald warned too weak to chase her.

The hero ignored him and continued to approach the box. She inspected the sides and top for any kind of traps but saw nothing to indicate danger.

"What's inside this chest?" she asked.

"That ceremonial goblin armor!" he explained, "It most powerful armor we have! Please don't touch!"

Vastilla laughed, "Do you think I care for the feelings of a simple Goblin? I'll take what I want!" Kicking the chest open, she reached inside.

A blinding light enveloped her. She felt like something was being drained from her and quickly replaced by something else.

The light died away.

Vastilla rubbed her eyes, a bit dazed and confused, "What… just happened?"

"NO!!!!" Wald exclaimed in despair, "You took the sacred armor!!!"

The hero glared at him, "No, I didn-"

Vastilla twitched as she felt a cool chill along her backside. In fact, she was feeling a lot colder since that flash of light.

Upon looking down at herself her eyes went wide as she beheld her bare breasts. Her armor was gone. Everything from her greeves to her gloves to even her undergarments had disappeared. Her shapely figure was on near full display, save for her crotch which had a small pink loincloth covering it.

"W-where's my-?! What happened to-? Goblin! Explain this at once!!" she demanded.

"Foolish human, you've stolen our most sacred and powerful armor!" Wald exclaimed, "Goblin breeding armor!"

"B-breeding?! What happened to my normal armor?!"

"When you touched that garb it cursed you, making it impossible to wear anything else until a goblin breeding ritual is completed."

Vastilla refused to believe what she was hearing. To her, this had to be some kind of goblin trickery, and she was in no mood to be fooled.

"Goblin, I will smite you for your lies!" She took hold of her sword and prepared to strike at the goblin. But something wasn't right…

Her sword felt heavy, impossibly heavy in fact. She could barely lift the blade an inch off the ground. It was as if every muscle in her arms was failing her.

"Having trouble?" the goblin giggled.

"S-silence!" she blushed, continuing to try and lift her sword her breasts bouncing and shaking as she struggled.

"Breeding goblins don't fight, so the armor saps away most of your physical strength," he explained, "you probably couldn't even lift a dagger right now."

"I said SILENCE!" she demanded, still desperately trying to lift the sword to no avail.

Releasing the weapon, she could only stare at it in despair. The goblin was right, she was powerless to fight. But if he was right about her strength, could it also be true that she couldn't wear anything else besides the loincloth? She refused to believe it.

Dashing away into the forest, Vastilla made her escape.

"I'll get you for this, goblin scum!" she cried out, "You'll rue the day you tricked me!"

Running headlong through the bushes, she made her way toward a nearby town. While the thought of being seen like this made her blush, a magician was bound to be there who could fix this curse. The sooner that was done, the sooner she could go back and get her ****.