You still have a long way to go, better start now.

Rather quickly you run through the meager food supplies you've stored up and no matter how much you enjoy Pet's squeaks when you slap an over-sized hand down on her bouncing ass while you ride her to climax, eventually you need to get more food or risk **** through sex. Sure, you'd respawn, but you would respawn as a basic goblin again and almost certainly lose Pet along with the rest of your class features. So you sit up next to Pet, fondly pleased with the way she is curled possessively next to you, and stretch out some of the kinks. She makes a soft noise of protest at the absence and slowly wakes up herself as you shuffle over toward the pile of equipment you tossed negligently in the corner in your haste to get at their owner's nubile body.

The contrast between her finely-crafted weapons and your stone-on-a-stick makes you pause. Sure, its a really well made stone-on-a-stick. You're pretty proud of the effort you put into scraping the pointy rock over another one for hours to get it pointy enough, and it took you a week to cure the rabbit-sinew twine that fastens it to the shaft. Still, compared to the elegant curve of Pet's saber, inlaid with flowing runes and spiraling designs, you can't help but feel a little primitive. Something of your despair must have shown through in your body language, because Pet pads over to give you a comforting naked hug.

"Aww, don't be like that Master. You're really clever! That's a lot more important than a stupid sword or helmet. Still, if it would cheer you up, we can go looking for something better for you. I've heard of a ..." Your stomach chooses that moment to voice its protest, a deep basso growl more at home in a cave bear than a cave goblin. Its too bad, cause Pet is just as distracting now as she was... you lost count, but many fuckings ago. Never the less, you are Goblin! One day you will be the Goblin King, and you are stronger than simple base desires! First, you need some food. You nod decisively to your own inner thoughts and look over at Pet, who is doing her best not to giggle. "We need food, and water. There is a stream nearby. We'll do that, then we can talk about more stuff."

"Ohh! And we can get a bath too!" She exclaims with enthusiasm. Personally, you don't see the need for all that nonsense, but you distantly remember something about cleanliness being associated with Pet's flawless skin and then segway into thoughts of Pet's flawless skin with rivulets of sparkling water running down them and beading up and... "Sure, and a bath if you want. Anyway, lets get ready." Your loincloth and spear take all of ten seconds, but watching Pet get dressed is also fun.

You're able to catch a couple of rabbits and a couple fish between Pet's razor-sharp arrows and your clever snares, and she proves to be very good at preparing a splendid meal with only a few ingredients. As you sit around a small fire devouring the bounty of the forest you decide to follow up on something she said earlier. "You know where to find treasure? Can't take it from dead players, their stuff always respawns with them." Pet looks up with crystal-blue eyes shining with excitement, as if eager to share some really juicy gossip with a best friend. "Yes! But we might have to move fast. There are some treasure-chests that are set to spawn randomly. This area isn't the best though, since its pretty low-level and the stuff you can get is pretty basic." You nod thoughtfully, though you know there is a problem with that plan.

"Won't work." You say. "Those are set to only open for Players. You probably don't count anymore, because of me." She looks crestfallen, biting her lower lip with a casual innocence that strains as your self-restraint once again. Then she suddenly looks up and slaps the heel of her fist into an upward-held palm. "That's it!" She exclaims, her eyes lighting up again. "We need to find a Treasure Goblin!" Then, as if realizing who she is talking to she stammers "Er, is that OK?" You are stunned. What a brilliant idea! Treasure Goblins are a rare spawn that has so much loot in their over-sized bags that it spills all over the place when they are chased. Other monsters are able to pick them up and fight pursuing heroes, which lends to a fairly tense chase. High risk, high reward. You realize that she seems to think that since you are both called Goblins you might be opposed to the idea and quickly calm her fears with a toothy grin and a crooked thumbs up. "Yes! Smug bastards always lording it over other Goblins, twitchy unjust lies about wanting to steal their loot. Lets steal their loot!"

"..." Says Pet, expression locked into an 'Eh?' Never mind that, its a brilliant idea. Now, to find a Treasure Goblin!