Ask for help

You knew there was a goblin village somewhere nearby. You thought you remembered that, while small, it was large enough for some of the goblins to have actual classes. It followed that one of these classes likely had at least a basic skinning skill, which you could trade some of your meat for.

There was only one problem: you'd never visited the village before, and you weren't sure if the goblins were the friendly type. All your information came from the rumors you'd heard from other minor fey who were passing by (the ones who didn't run screaming from the sight of you, that is) and eavesdropping on adventurers. You knew that some of the bigger monster villages just killed any low level mobs who wandered into the vicinity, but you didn't think that this one was big or powerful enough for that. Then again, you didn't know it wasn't either. Goblins usually didn't usually spawn above level three in your (admittedly limited) experience, but there were also usually a lot of them.

As you make your way to the goblin village you start to hear a sound. A distant rhythmic pounding that slowly invaded interuped your thoughts. There were birds or small critters who might make similar noises but this was just different enough to arouse suspicion. To finish off the series of knocks there was a decidedly unnatural two tone sound that echoed through the forest.

DEE-OOH

That was a system error. You hadn't heard one of those in ages. After a pause the series of sounds repeated, short persistent knocks eventually followed by the tones. It happened again for the third time. Okay, what's going on here? You thought, confused. Normally, only adventurers could trigger them, but generally adventurers gave up after the first one. And what in blazes would an adventurer be doing to get an error prompt out here? Curiosity got the better of you and you begun approaching the sound cautiously. The sound continued repeating itself as you approached, growing louder until you could also hear the chanting that went with it.

"Build, Build, Build" in high squeaky voices growing louder. You'd never heard an adventurer who sounded like that, let alone the multitude of voices that comprised the chanting, leading you to conclude that it must be the goblin village. But why would goblins of all things be getting an error message? These thoughts occupied your mind as you made your way to the goblin village. As you reached the edge of the village, you saw a massive crowd of goblins gathered around a pile of resources.

The goblins were each roughly three foot tall, and naturally camouflaged for the forest. Their skin color ran all shades of green from bright to dark and each sported a dizzying array of spots and patterns. They lacked body hair, but most of them seamed to have a good bit on their heads. Their heads were large, as were their eyes, and they were stocky on the whole with large hands and feet, though somewhat thin. Their heads seemed even larger than they were due to their huge ears. Most of them were simple loincloths like your own, but some, likely the higher level ones, had more distinct garb. (This is an approximate appearance for the average goblin male, minus the suit). The label ‘Goblin’ that floated above each of them was thankfully only white, which ment you were safe. If any of them had been a shade of orange or red, things could have gotten dicey. As it was, they could still likely defeat you if they swarmed you. They were so focused on their work that they didn't notice you. There was another error message and some of the goblins groaned loudly, then jumped back in shock when they finally saw you.

"Horns!" "Big!" "Food!" "Big Horn!"

That bit about food better be referring to the deer. You though grimy. You might be able to take one goblin, or even five provided they were level one, but there looked to be close to fifty in the village. So you made no threatening moves as the female goblin in the center of the crowd let the hammer slip from her hand as she stood to appraise the newcomer. Her skin was a delightful mash of lighter green hues, with white hair gathered into an enormous ponytail. She was stupendously well endowed, especially for her size, with massive breasts and delectable hips. She had earrings that looked to be made from tusks, crude wrappings around her feet, and wore a hide bra and skimpy loincloth that served to accentuate her body. She also had a small knife and a pouch hanging at her hips You wouldn't have been suprised if she was a halfing of some kind, seeing as she was so much prettier than the other goblins, but that wasn't really your concern just at the moment. (This is approximately what she looks like).

She was clearly the leader of the village, and she looked at you in surprise before smiling slyly. She quickly twisted her mouth into a surprisingly cute pout, and approached you. She was a good few inches taller than the three foot average for goblins, putting her level with your belly button, and her massive ponytail made her seem even larger.

"Big Horn! We no see you before. Why you come?" She said looking up at you with what was probably supposed to be a faux innocent expression. It came off as sultry instead, (which might have been the intention). Either way, It was certainly effective as she pressed herself up against your leg.

Deciding that being truthful is the best option, you said "I was hunting near here and I got rather a bigger catch than anticipated. There's no way I could eat all of this myself, and I lack the Skills to get the full value out of the carcass."

The gobliness looked confused for a moment, and you were about to explain further, when realization dawned. "So... You not able skin deer. You not able cook deer. And you not able to eat all deer. So you think maybe we able skin and cook deer. But if we skin and cook, what we get?" She said. You were impressed. Most goblins weren't the best at the kind of abstract thinking that was required to make that connection. That she was spoke highly in favor of her intelligence stat, which (coupled with her... Assets) was likely what got her named cheiftess. At the same time, you cursed your luck at getting what was likely the only goblin village this size in the world who's leader led through intelligence and charm instead of the mad brute **** approach most cheftains favored. It meant that it would be a lot harder to get a favorable deal.

As the cheiftess looked at you with confusion, you realized that you had spent too long thinking and were giving her a thousand miles stare. You shook your head and smiled down at her in what you hoped was a reassuring manner, then said. "As I mentioned, I can't eat all of this by myself. So I figured that sharing my bounty would be advantageous to both of us. My idea was for you to take the majority of the meat, while I got the pelt and the bones." Actually, your original idea was to split the meat 50/50, but it wouldn't do to tell them that.

The cheiftess appeared to think about it for a moment before saying "Meat good, but goblin do lot of work. And tribe big. Mabey goblin want all meat... Unless Big Horn want to help with something" This time she pressed her body against yours even more, wiggling in an extremely distracting manner. You were so very nearly hypnotised by her bouncing ass and her tits rubing against your leg that you almost missed what she said.

As it was you managed to say with surprising composure, "And what would I be able to ... help ... with?" Whilst letting your hand drift down towards the sultry godliness' delectable ass, completely **** of the show you were giving the rest of the tribe.

The cheiftess coos in delight as you grasped her ass, and let her hands drift towards your crotch and swiftly hardening cock "Me remember making hut,” she said sweetly, all the while letting her hands wander “but now no can. When try get big floaty,” She stroked your cock to emphisize ‘big’. “Little squiggles...If press red, all go away. If press green, try make hut. But then...” she trailed off as she stopped her pleasant stroking and her voice quivered “...Music and more floaty"

“Deey oogh” the surrounding goblins helpfully chimed in unison.

Oh wonderful, they've started some sort of cult around the system alerts you though briefly before your little strumpet recaptured your attention with a gentle squeeze.

"So" You grunted through the fog of your arousal "you think that I might be able to get results when you haven't, is that it?"

The gobliness fondling your cock smiles and responds "Yes! You big and strong, more than goblin. Maybe you make hut. And if you make hut, tribe be grateful... And I be grateful." The last bit was accompanied by the gobliness pressing her entire body against your now hard cock, leaving no doubt as to her meaning.