Mark keeps his promise

Mark holds me gently while I have my little melt down. Am I overly emotional these days? It’s hard to tell. On one hand I definitely swing rapidly from one **** to another a lot faster than before, but I also have never been in a poly relationship while turned into a tiny goblin with half the world debating whether to kill me. So maybe feeling this way is normal under the circumstances. Hard to tell. Maybe I should ask Sasha if she is surprised by how I act now, since she has a decently clear picture of what kind of person I was before everything happened.

Mark holds me gently and strokes my back, but this bout of melancholy lasts quite a while so I’m not surprised he eventually turns on the tv while still letting me snuggle in his lap. I hear the inane ramblings of some sitcom character. It’s one I’ve not watched, so have no real understanding of the characters.

Still, I eventually calm down and start to feel silly for hiding in the comfort of his arms. I check the time, and realize Sasha should be back in about an hour. I wipe my eyes and drop the blanket I’m under so I can crawl off of Mark’s lap. He lets me go without comment, but stands up to follow me as I begin to walk away, probably concerned I still might need comfort.

“Thtay… stay here. I just need to go to the bathroom.” He nods and sits back down as I head to the bathroom… then realize that I actually do need his help. Damnit. I shyly return and look off to the side to avoid his face and say, “C-can you… bring a stool into the bathroom for me?”

“Sure.” He manages to hide any confusion over my request flawlessly, or maybe he just isn’t concerned by it. Or worse, he’s already guessed. Why must he melt my face like this!

He carries a stool from the kitchen into the bathroom. I quickly shoo him out so my face can cool down, then use the stool to climb up and look at myself in the mirror. I use a footstool to do my daily routine like teeth brushing, but that still leaves me too short to see myself in the mirror. Which has been fine by me, as I didn’t need any more reminders of my new form. But, I’m starting to really get comfortable with the idea of being a cute little goblin girl. Mostly. It still feels a little surreal as I look at myself and see my new girly face staring back at me. I stay calm though, and seriously consider my blue eyes, puffy from crying, and my weirdly matching hair. And I remember that my tanned skin is actually green to anyone with normal eyes…

Enough stalling. I came in here with a mission. An embarrassing mission that needs to be completed before Sasha gets home. I take a deep breath, and open up the medicine cabinet behind the mirror to grab some of Sasha’s makeup.

Ten minutes later, my face is a mess. Okay, perhaps I should have tried to pay more attention when Sasha did my makeup before. I quickly wash off the childish attempt, scrubbing my face hard to remove it all. Once I’m with a blank canvas, I try again, focusing on just the eyes. A few minutes later, and it’s fine. Not nearly as dramatic as what Sasha achieved with less time, but still. If I try for anything more than this slight eyeshadow and eyeliner, I’ll probably just end up looking like an impressionist painting again. I’ll get serious about mastering makeup another day, for now I need to complete my mission.

Somewhat emboldened by my semi successful makeover, I take a deep breath and walk back to the living room. Mark starts to stand up when he sees me returning, but I muster up the closest thing I have to a commanding voice these days and say, “Stay.” He stops and waits for me to finish walking over to him. I crawl into his lap, pushing away the hand he offers to help me up and finishing the short climb on my own. I straddle his lap and put my hands on both his shoulders and look him straight in the eyes. “Sasha is almost home, and I have a plan. B-be a good boy and do ath I th-say.” By the end my face is hot again and I can’t maintain eye contact, instead staring at his forehead to hide my embarrassment.

To his credit, Mark only smirks a little before saying, “Alright, what do you want to do?”

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After a trip back to the closet and some quick outfit changes, I am once again waiting in front of the door for Sasha to walk in. I hope she likes this as much as the maid greeting, but this is pretty different. I considered wearing the maid outfit again, but that seems counter to what I’m going for. Unfortunately I couldn’t find anything that made me look like a powerful and in-charge goblin lady. I tried putting on the harness in a badass way, but couldn’t get it to look right. And with time ticking down I decided to just go with sexiness via contrast. So I’ve just got on a blue sweater dress and black tights.

And this is in stark contrast to Mark. Finally showing a bit of fluster, he struggles to maintain a straight face. He says, “I hope this doesn’t become a habit. You don’t always have to greet us with some kind of gimmick when we get home.”

I harumph at him in what I hope is a cute enough pout to take the sting out of my words before saying, “quiet, brute. I will ride into battle on my loyal, and silent, steed to defeat the she wolf! … besides, you said you’d show me how hard you can fuck Sasha.”

Mark’s body rumbles beneath me. He’s so much bigger than me it seems odd to call it giggling, but that’s exactly what it is. “Well get ready then, here she comes.”

As he speaks, I hear the car door close outside. Panicking, I quickly grab the bitt gag hanging around Mark’s neck and pull it from behind into his mouth. I then take the reins and sit as regally as I can while riding side-saddle on his back, using a small folded blanket as a makeshift saddle. Not quite sure why Sasha has a bitt gag with reigns but not a human saddle. I would have thought those two kinks would kind of go together as a pair, but then again I’m no expert on sex toys and accessories. Other than the bitt gag and make shift saddle, Mark is only wearing some pleather straps that cover nothing but could, with some more attachments, restrict his movements. I have no idea how to do that, and we are low on time anyways, so really he’s just wearing that for the look. Him crawling is completely voluntary, although I might guilt trip him if he doesn’t play along… so mostly voluntary.

I hear Sasha approach the door from outside and I pick up a small riding crop to complete my look. And… yep, panic is setting in. Why do I keep doing this?! I know I don’t have the courage for the follow through! My face is already heating up as the door knob starts to turn. No turning back now.

Sasha walks in and sees me sitting on Mark’s back, and I jump into my spiel while trying to sound as confident as I want it to sound. “Halt, trespather! You, um, have invaded the domain of the mighty goblin queen! Thubmit… thub… thurrend… give up! And be mounted by my mount!” Fucking shit, damn, why?! Why tongue, why must you betray me this way?! I even had a pun in there, and it’s all ruined!

I feel Mark rumble beneath me again, and I swat his butt with the crop lightly to punish his laughter. Unfortunately that seems to break Sasha out of her confusion. “Oh my god, you two got kinky today. Tell me everything!” Her excitement isn’t bad, but it’s not exactly the response I was hoping for. I wanted to take charge today.

No, I’m not giving up that easily. I tap Mark’s cheek with my crop then point forward with it and declare, “charge!”

Sasha looks very surprised as Mark starts crawling towards her, then puts his feet firmly on the ground to lunge forward. I have to lean forward onto his back and grab some of the straps from his… outfit? It’s not really covering enough to be called that… but I manage to hold on and piggy back on him as he stands up and presses Sasha against the wall by the door. He grabs her hands and pushes them up above her head. From my perch on his back I can look over his shoulder and look down at Sasha, something I haven’t been able to do since before… everything.

To my surprise, Mark chooses this moment to improvise. He bares his teeth around the bitt and lets out an impressive growl, as if he really was a barely tamed savage beast. After a moment to let his muscular frame and deep growl have their intended effect, I use the crop to touch Sasha’s chin.

“Give up?”