Gobbo

The wizard mutters a couple words under his breath, and drops a wad of goblin belly button lint into the coffee pot, much to the shock of everyone watching. The coffee's surface shimmers, and you can suddenly see visions moving around on the other side...

Two tiny green goblin butts poke up from beneath a pile of furs haphazardly stacked on a hammock. Their bodies rise and lower gently, their hands and legs intertwined, the smaller goblin spooned in the arms of the larger one. Barba and Gretta, sisters and cum witches.

Barba snores quietly and grunts occasionally. Her face scrunches up. Maybe she's having a difficult dream. She lifts her leg up.

"Ppppfffffffffffttttttt~!" Her butt poots.

Everything is still. Suddenly Gretta's eyes open wide, and she starts to gag. "Ack! Sis! That's nasty!" She pushes herself away, but loses balance and falls over the side, face first onto the floor. She rolls around in mock ****, waving her hand in the air.

"...hrm, hrmf... me was having good dream till yous started shouting..." Barba writhed and stretched and she was roused. She sat up and yawned, scratching her butt. She sniffed the air. "That poot did smell, hur hur hur."

"Yer gross!"

"Yer poots are way nastierer."

"Nu-uh!"

"Yah-uh!"

Gretta grunted and stood up. She put her dress on. She went with the long simple green one today, the cute one with short sleeves and the bottom that reaches her knees. She likes this one; it's not her favourite, but it's up there.

"Yous says yous teach me new magicks," Gretta said, running a brush over her hair.

"Aw I did? Ah pfeh. After food."

They quickly ate, and it wasn't long before they were both sitting across from each other cross legged on a carpet. Barba made sure that her sister had the proper face paints on in the right way and in the right colour. She pokes a couple feathers into her hairlines.

"Yous looks good."

Gretta's face blushes red. Barba finished, and then sat up, her hands resting on her knees.

"Oki. Dis' magick is green 'un hypo' magick. Very powerfulls. Very dangerous. Yous haffta' control mind of self before you control mind of other." She breathes in and stares straight on into her sister's eyes. Gretta mimics everything she does. "Yous just look into ma' eyes while me say soft things."

"Ahuh. Hows you make eyes go all swirly like?"

"Magick. Me teach you later. So, sis feel sleepy?"

"A lil'."

"Good. Just look at eyes and say what me say, oki?"

"Oki."

"Me is sleepy."

"Me is sleepy."

"Me wanna do what sis wanna me to do."

"Me wanna do what sis wanna me to do."

Gretta watches and stares. She suddenly finds herself unable to look away. She's lost in the swirling eyes. Her own eyes go bug eyed, staring into one point. Her lips part slightly, and she begins to drool.

"Yous now under magick."

"Me is under magick."

"Bork like doggy."

Gretta barks happily.

"Squish tatties together."

Gretta sqashes her breasts together.

"Yous easy to hypotise." She snaps her fingers. Gretta suddenly jumps out of it, her face wide in surprise. She rubs the drool off her chin with a fist.

"Gosh, hypo magick neat! Me felt like me really wanted to do them things."

"So yous gots its?"

"Think so."

Barba grins. "Why not try hypotising someone? Orks be easy."

"Really? Hows me get them to sit and put feathers in hair and paint on face?"

"Ah, no need. Me was just messin' with ya'. Just need to look in eyes real special like."

Gretta smears the paint off her face, clearly disgruntled with the fact it was pointless.

"Oki, me gonna go find someones to hypotise then."

"Just be careful, it's tricky magick."