Noises in the forest

It took nearly three fourths of his mana bar just to summon the skeleton and that mana would not refill as long as the summon remained. But that was a price worth paying. He lacked the free inventory space to hold the deer and even with his strength it would have been a struggle to carry the creature nearly as big as himself back up the mountain.

A bright sunny day in a beautiful enchanted forest. It was disgusting. He still had to stay alert for any dangers nearby but he did his best to push the scenery from his mind. In its place he worked on his mental checklist

Food, check. The deer would likely go bad before he could eat it all. Not that it would stop him from trying.

Shelter, check. Between the small cavern he called home and the plentiful stack of lumber in his inventory there shouldn’t be any problems.

Information... not check. There had clearly been many changes in the update but so far he had found only a tiny fraction of them.

A distant rhythmic pounding slowly invaded his 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-ooo

That sound took him back. System error. It had been ages since the last time he had heard that sound. Something was broken. After a pause the series of sounds would repeat, short persistent knocks eventually followed by the tones. It was slowly growing louder as he approached the source. He hadn’t consciously made the decision. His feet just carried him in their direction. After all, this was new information he was lacking.

“Build! Build! Build!” The chanting voices joined the other noises he was already following. He recognized the high pitched screeching long before he made it to the source.

Goblins.

Forest goblins in this case. Each roughly three foot tall. Unlike his own skin that shaded between dark green and grey, they were 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 also lacked his impressive body hair though some did have hair on top of their rather large heads. Instead of his regal gold color their eyes were a pale, sickly yellow, equally large to their over sized heads, and spaced widely apart. Their noses were longer than his pug snout, more human. However their mouths were abnormally large and filled with sharp teeth. For clothes they seemed to wear mostly simple leather loin cloths, but there were a few wearing furs, and even a few fully exposed in the crowd as well.

“Beware the cowardly goblins,” there was an old orcish proverb, “they are all eyes and teeth. Watching and waiting to bite!”

The label ‘Goblin’ that floated above each of them was thankfully only white. Even if he was just a lowly level three, it seemed he was more than a match for any goblin. If any of the text had been a shade of orange or red it would have meant they were strong enough for him to avoid. Still the danger of goblins wasn’t a single individual it was being overwhelmed by the hoard.

This gathering of about two dozen goblins was grouped around a sizable pile of resources as the one at the center hammered diligently only to once again be met with system error tone. So enraptured in their pounding and chanting the goblins failed to notice him and his undead companion until he was already well into the clearing waiting for them to react.

“Orc!” “Boney!” “Food!”

That last comment had better be referring to the deer, he thought grimly. A single goblin was no real threat but an entire tribe could overwhelm him even with his companion and he was already low on mana. Still he hadn’t had real problems with the goblins before. They were after all cousins.... very. distant. cousins.

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. Her blue green hair was short and wavey in the front and tied up high in the back where it spouted in a glorious eruption of curls. For such a small creature she was very well endowed. A small rabbit fur vest struggled to contain her green tit flesh. And her bottoms were a matching pair of fur lined short shorts that accentuated an equally round buttocks.

Recognition flashed across her yellow eyes, then a toothy sly smile that she quickly hid by coyly bitting her lower lip.

“Friend Orc, you just in time.” Even her voice was somehow less grating than he expected.

The other goblins visibly relaxed at her greeting. So far so good. He swaggered further into the clearing followed closely by his summon.

“How so friend gobliness?” Two could play coy.

The two were close now in the crowd of goblins. Even though she was slightly taller than the majority of goblins she was still barely eye level to his exposed belly button.

“Clan need..” she trailed off, tentatively reaching out a small hand to stroke his belly and curl a fluff of chest hair in a tiny finger before continuing, “help”

The small creature looked up at him, doing an amazing job of twisting her large dangerous mouth into a cute pout. Whatever inner debate raged inside the orc, his only outward change was to stroke his dark goatee as he stared downward to meet her gaze.

“Me be so very grateful if you fix.” The pout stayed on her lips but her hand began to drift lower until she was grasping the outline of his cock through his trousers and rubbing his side with her fur covered breasts. She cooed with appreciation of his appendage, “Very grateful!”

This time his cool exterior was betrayed by a twitch in his rapidly hardening cock. Again the female goblin softly cooed, knowing she had him. With a only slightly disgruntled grunt of being bested the orc spoke, “What can I do for you?”

“Me remember making hut,” she teased him sweetly “but now no can. When try get big floaty,” She squeezed him again to empathize ‘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”

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

Oh wasn’t that cute they’ve started some sort of cult to the system alerts. Looking over the top of the diminutive temptress he saw the pile of resources she had been working at.

A large stack of lumber much greater than what he carried in his own inventory.

Pine wood - common

A haphazard pile of rocks.

Stone - common

And a small, slightly runny, pile of... nope he didn’t want to know. He brushed aside the final pop up before he could accidentally read it.

“Dee-ooo,” she repeated sadly. Retrieving her discarded hammer she offered it to the orc. “But you is smart, and so big, and strong, and good lookable. You know squiggle? You build hut?” Still holding out the hammer she squeezed her upper arms together to further boost her cleavage “Help me be grateful?”

Taking the hammer from her outstretched arms he looked it over. A stone block with a thin wooden handle and leather straps holding it all together. He briefly wondered whether the goblins had made the item or if they found it or simply spawned with it. By whatever strange mechanics which governed the world they lived in, the diminutive hammer had expanded to match the relative size and weight of its new wielder as soon as he had it in his hand. Apparently tools were one size fits all.

The orc kneeled in front of the resource pile. Now that he was here he was uncertain how to proceed. Buying himself a few precious seconds he tried to readjust his tattered pants and the constrained member painfully pressed against them. However before he hand the chance he was interrupted by a small pair of hands.

“Grateful,” the female goblin repeated licking her lips as she freed his cock from his pants and realized it was larger than her own arm.

A new pop up suddenly filled the orc’s field of vision.

Building materials detected
Building: Tribal Hut
Build?

“I see it,” the orc confirmed as he pressed accept and was immediately rewarded by the two hands squeezing down the length of his cock.

He swung the hammer towards the center of the window experimentally. New words were added.

Building: Skill Penalty, Dexterity Penalty
Tool Bonus

A familiar bar also appeared with a slight green wedge already filled. The orc swung again with more **** and a larger section of the bar turned green. The goblins around him erupted in excited celebration. This was more progress than they were used to seeing in just a few hits. A new warm and welcoming sensation was also felt along the orc’s exposed member as the female goblin’s mouth and tongue joined her hands. It was much too big to fit the whole thing but she made do eagerly sucking and lapping at the tip as her hands covered the rest. They briefly locked eyes. She couldn’t speak with her mouth otherwise occupied but the look they shared was clear. Neither was to stop.

For a moment the orc considered slow playing his role and drawing things out longer. But it was best not to antagonize his new ‘friends’ too much and besides the female goblin’s actions were clear that until he was finished she wouldn’t allow his own... finish.

The progress bar filled steadily. Between the excitement of seeing their new home being created and watching their chiefess eagerly servicing the large orc, many of the goblins were already beginning to masturbate or explore their neighbors.

Unlike the nearly zen like state of the wood harvesting, the orc was now frantically swinging the hammer eager for his own climax. He wasn’t paying attention to the rapidly filling progress bar so much as the rapid movements along his own manhood.

Dee-ooo

The now familiar sound of failure interrupted his pleasant haze. The gobliness immediately spat out his straining cock and screeched at the other goblins to halt their own shenanigans.

“What say?” She demanded of the orc. “Why fail?”

The new pop up was simple enough.

You have not claimed this land, you cannot build here. To claim land, find a Claimant Crystal

Was it a racial ignorance of writing from the goblins or were they simply missing a required level of intelligence to read?

Either way the orc growled out the message in his own frustration, “You must ‘claim’ this land with a crystal before you can build here!”

“Where is crystal?” The goblin asked. All her previous playfulness now quickly evaporating.

“I don’t know,” the orc admitted. Even though they now both stood, his painfully hard cock was still level with her mouth, bobbing obscenely. “It doesn’t say”

“Bah!” She hissed, flicking his cock with the back of her hand. “Useless! Just big! We go!”

Maybe it was the arousal still overloading his brain. Maybe it was the indignity of being dismissed by a goblin of all creatures. But just for a moment the orc snapped. The goblin chiefess had turned away to address her tribe and they were already dejectedly making to leave.

“Wait!” The orc commanded as he grabbed hold of the female’s arm.

Her head snapped around in a shower of blue green curls, her large eyes reduced to slits, and an animalistic growl in her throat. The orc quickly re-evaluated his odds of fighting the entire tribe and released the goblin’s small arm.

“You asked for my help because I’m smart, yes?” Meager as it was he now counted on every point of Charisma he had.

The gobliness didn’t respond but neither did she move to leave or to attack. He could work with that.

“Instead of wasting time looking for a crystal that may be impossible to find, you want to help your clan now, yes?”

“How help?” She was wary but at least she was talking.

“First food. I’d be glad to share the meat I caught, just save me the hide.”

“Meat good!” She agreed with a toothy smile. “And hut?”

A typical goblin hut was a rather small, round, squat structure. It usually had a packed earth floor, a short wall of rocks stacked in a ring ring about one and a half to two feet tall, held together by a simple wooden frame, and capped by a slopping wooden roof. The center of the roof was left open to the sky for an interior fire pit’s smoke to leave. Without claiming the land it would be impossible to build in the way they were accustomed, and for all he knew claiming the land was impossible; but the pile of resources gave him an idea.

“A different kind of shelter than you’re used to,” the orc admitted. “And I’ll need help building, but it’s better than sleeping in the forest.”

Several long tense seconds ticked by as the goblin evaluated her options. Finally she relaxed. “You is smart! Put big thing away. No more fun ‘till work finished!”

It took a bit of shoving to get his stiff member back in his pants and even then it stayed obscenely tented for a while. Roughly half the goblins were taken by the chiefess and set to work dismembering the deer carcass with stone implements, building a large campfire, or disappearing into the forest presumably to search for other needed resources.

The rest of the tribe looked to the orc for his directions. First he had them dig a small square pit, roughly two feet deep, and slightly less wide than the stockpiled lumber was long. A few of the goblins had some sort of trap crafting skill they wanted to use to create the pit, but the orc insisted they do it by hand, or with their crude wooden clubs or stone weapons, rather than use a skill to instantly craft it. He wasn’t sure how the system would react to their endeavor if they tried and he wasn’t going to tempt another failure. However there were more than enough hands and the soil was soft enough to make the work quick.

Once the pit was roughly the right size he directed the goblins to line the walls with stones so they wouldn’t erode and collapse. On the center of one side he left a small gap in the stone lining. Once that was complete he used his summoned skeleton to help him move a piece of lumber to each side of the square. Since the wood was longer than the square, he lined the sides up two at a time in parallel so that each layer would stack and overlap the edges. He also used the dirt left over from digging the pit to fill the open spaces between the boards. The orc dismissed his summon as soon as the goblins caught on to his method and let them carry on with the work until the layers of lumber and dirt had reached about another foot high. He then had the goblins dig out the dirt to the gap he had left in the stones to create a shallow sloping entry way, and topped off the structure by setting more boards side by side across the top to form a roof which he covered with the rest of the dirt to keep everything in place and provide some camouflage.

The end result was technically not a building but rather a pile of raw resources and dirt in the approximate shape of one. Still, for all intents and purposes, it would serve the goblins just as well. Plus they were clever enough to have already begun copying this blueprint to create even more structures circled around the central cooking fire.

The cooking team goblins didn’t seem to be having any additional difficulties so he guessed that camp fires weren’t considered buildings by the system and could be created anywhere. Probably another feature built in to benefit the ever roaming adventurers.

Before long the makeshift goblin camp was coming into picture. The orc and building team had worked up an appetite between their labors and smelling the simmering food. The cooking team had contributed finely in their part as well and there was now a festive atmosphere in the late evening air. Dinner was roasted venison and a stew made of the remaining deer as well as wild herbs, vegetables, and whatever else the goblins found.

That night the orc was treated as the guest of honor and seated next to the chiefess. He was presented with the deer’s hide as agreed, and also given an entire hind quarter of the animal which had been cooked whole over the fire. The goblins each took turns to thank their new hero between their dancing and carousing. A particularly attractive goblin female with feathers in her odd, half shaven hairstyle even went out of her way to bring him a serving of soup using a hollowed out skull as a bowl. She might have tried to feed him herself if the chiefess hadn’t shooed her away. The orc was somewhat surprised to find that the status of many of the goblins had turned from white: non threatening, to green: friendly. Only a few of the larger goblins and the chiefess herself remained at white.

Being twice the size of the goblins he also put away twice the food. And this goblin feast was tasty. At least one of the goblins must have had the cooking skill. The orc made a mental note to invest in it as well if he ever had the opportunity. Better yet, hire a minion to cook for him! He idly mused if his skeletal summon would make a good chef. The only thing that would have made the feast better was booze, but that stuff was hard to come by.

The orc was noisily slurping down yet another skull of the soup when the chiefess made her move and slid into his lap.

“Smart orc want reward now?” She asked as she rubbed her soft rabbit fur covered bubble butt across his crotch.

It was probably a ploy to keep him from eating all the food himself, but she succeeded in waking another hunger in him.

“Ooh! Big smart orc!” She cooed as he began to respond to the sensation.

Flipping around to her knees, she pulled his hardening member from his pants for the second time that day. The other goblins took their cue from their leader as she began to lick the length of his cock. Soon an orgy of green flesh was erupting around them in the fading sunlight.

The orc enjoyed the sites, sounds, and smells around him, but it was the actions of the small goblin working his manhood that he was most interested in. She still couldn’t fit the length of his cock in her mouth regardless of how large her goblin mouth was. But her enthusiastic attempts were pleasing none the less. Small hands gripped and squeezed, attempting to milk him for all she was worth. Whether it was her work or their surroundings the female goblin was being stimulated as well. One of her hands disappeared from his oversized cock and became a green blur inside her fur lined shorts as she furiously worked to get herself off.

This was more stimulation than the orc was used to by far. He was accustomed to taking care of his sexual urges alone in his cave. Still, as arousing as this situation was, it wasn’t quite enough for him to finish. He needed more. His highly tuned senses were assaulted by the smell of goblin arousal. He was beyond reason.

He picked the diminutive gobliness up and pinned her to his chest with one arm. A long line of a mix of precum and drool followed from her still open lips to his throbbing cock head. The hand inside her shorts was still hard at work even though it was now pinned between them. Before she could even ask what he was doing his free arm was ripping the short shorts down and off of her toned green legs. Freed of the confines of her shorts the smell of her arousal was now overwhelming. Catching on to his intent the smaller goblin began to try and wriggle herself free of his grasp. There was no point calling for help. The other goblins were too deep in their own rutting to notice her predicament but this was more than she had bargained for.

The orc’s free hand searched out her puffy pussy lips, dripping with female nectar, a darker blood engorged shade of green. Lining up his cock with her obscenely small hole, he began to lower her down to his goal. The goblin’s wriggling made things difficult but the orc’s strength won out. She froze as soon as she felt the giant cock head parting her nether lips. She protested weakly trying to reason with the orc but he was too far gone. Slowly he pushed ever deeper into her. To other goblins she must have been very loose, but to his oversized member she was so tight it was almost painful. If not for her own lubricant already running down her legs, and his naturally thick and plentiful precum seemingly made to help penetrate resisting females, it would have been an impossible feat for the orc to mount the smaller goblin. Less than half his length was in when he felt the first real obstruction. With grunt of exertion he pulled her down the last few inches he could fit. Looking down he still wasn’t buried to the hilt but he had bottomed out. Her stomach bulged obscenely where his manhood had pressed up. Her eyes were wide and unfocused. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Never had she felt so full. The orc too had never felt such pleasure. Not only was most of his length buried in a snug warm wet vice, but the ring that squeezed around his cock head was a new plateau of pleasure.

With a series of grunts of exertion he began to pump the stunned gobliness up and down his cock. Agonizingly slowly at first, but soon her body began to adapt and loosen and release even more of the honey lubricant to make it even easier. He tore the vest from her body revealing the plump round bright green breasts topped by thick dark green nipples. He was hypnotized by their rapid bouncing as he pounded her ever harder half using his own strength to raise and lower her unresisting body and half thrusting with his hips.

Slowly but surely the orgy of the other goblins began to die down as they each became aware of the strange noises coming from the pair. Strong breathy grunts from the orc focused now solely on his own primal need to seed a female and the long mewling screeches of their limp chiefess as if the orc’s massive cock was forcing the air itself out of her lungs.

The pair was oblivious to the crowd of awed goblins locked on them. The gobliness felt the tell tale twitching in the staff upon which she was impaled. She felt the increase of size as the orcs cock further engorged. She knew what was coming and tried to summon her strength to regain control of the situation. All she managed to do was raise her head and lock her own **** eyes with the orc’s ravenous gaze. With one last mighty push the orc buried himself as far as he could inside her. The gobliness could actually feel the pressure rippling and pulsing through his cock as he seed pulsed up and shot into the vacuum of her cervix.

The orc raised his head and let out a deafening howl of pure pleasure. The gobliness joined him with her own plaintive screeching as her entire body tensed and convulsed with the greatest orgasm of her own promiscuous life. Her belly began to fill out obscenely as more and more cum pushed into her already full womb. Pulse after pulse wracked their bodies. Finally the pressure was too much and cum **** its way around their tight union and shot out of her abused cunt in streaming waves.

Slowly the orc came back to his senses. The female goblin was still impaled on his semi hard cock. Even with so much cum lubrication she was still too tight to allow him to soften completely. The gobliness had gone limp again as all her strength had left her. Her large eyes were rolled up into her head. Her tongue lolled out of her wide mouth leaking drool. As he watched the status above her head shifted from white to green. Had he really just fucked her into submission? This thought was interrupted by the wild hoots and cheers of their audience. In any case, apparently the goblins approved.

The goblin chiefess showed no signs of recovery. Still embedded inside her the orc held her tightly feeling the warmth of her breath and hardness of her nipples digging into his chest. Too big to fit in the small dwellings they had created, the orc pulled the deer hide out of his inventory and wrapped it around them both as he sat in front of the fire. The other goblins seemed to sense the show was over and the orc preferred not to be disturbed and began to retire into their new burrows.

The fire illuminated the pair now alone in the center of camp. She snuggled deeper into his chest letting out tired yet contented little mewling noises. Her hair had come undone with all the commotion and now the blue green curls were wild and free, plastered to her sweat cover face and his own hairy torso. No more words were shared between them but that night he stayed inside her and they copulated even more. Not the hard frantic animalistic rutting, but slow and tender. She peppered his chest in tiny kisses and hickies and played with his pointy goatee. He explored every inch of her small tight body and held her protectively in his large arms.

Between their exertions they napped throughout the night in the same position. However by morning they were the first up and had separated before any of the other goblins had risen. He was dressed in his familiar tattered pants and shoes and had retrieved his crooked wooden staff. She had squeezed her generous breasts back into her rabbit fur vest, much to his disappointment, but she left her bottoms off. Her stomach was still somewhat distended from the loads of cum that had poured into her, giving her a slightly pregnant look. For all they knew she may have been impregnated. But for now she needed to leave an outlet for the cum that still leaked from her well used pussy lips.

The orc has a decision to make.

He could stay here, a giant among the friendly goblins. There would be more hands to accomplish work, and all the goblin pussy he could want assuming the chiefess wasn’t the jealous type. Perhaps he’d even become their new chief. But he would also be more exposed out here.

Likewise he could return to his cave. It would be lonelier but more familiar and defensible.