Goblin Mischief

Chapter One

Back alleys were Gracela's friend. She knew them all like the back of her hand and could slip through most of Chalem without anyone noticing her. But today was not one of those days. The fancy pants noble she pick-pocketed had a guard a little more observant than usual. As soon as she started to slip into the alley with her spoils, he shouted and sicked his two hellhounds on her.

Running was not her favorite thing. Not with her huge tits slapping about, slipping right out of her too small top. Her long ears twitched at the sound of the hounds growing closer. She didn't risk a look back, instead mantling over a low wall to change alleys. Her fiery hair streamed behind her in twin tails, whipping in her wake and tangling something fierce. "It's going to take hours to get it all straight again!"

Her nipples grew into hard, dark buds as her fat melons continued to jump and dance about. Usually, she loved the way her tits dominated her petite frame, could easily earn a few coins with them. But running, that just made everything a pain. Didn't help that all the bouncing really churned her arousal. Her slit was starting to drip down her legs.

The hounds let out an ear rending screech. "Crap, they are catching up!" She hated to lead them back to her hideout, but they were way too fast for her to try to lose. All she could do was hope Hamish was feeling up to a fight. The old spell sword wasn't what he used to be.

She bounded off the wall of the alley, practically running sideways as she turned onto her corner of the streets. With a sharp whistle she caught Hamish's attention. The hulking man stood up from his "thinking" stoop, a small ledge that once was a window in their tired flat.

Wide shouldered, thick armed, he could handle most problems that came his way. But the wars did a number on him, most of his magic gone and with it a lot of his prowess in battle. His brown eyes widened almost to saucers as he spotted the goblin and her slavering pursuers. "The void and all's below, girl what have you gotten tangled in now!"

"Loved to talk, but got a couple admirers that just won't take no for an answer." She rolled across the cobblestone and popped up beside the old spell-sword. Her tits slapped the ground hard as she made the move and jiggled unruly while she took up a fighting stance. Out of the corner of her mouth, she asked, "Do you think we can take 'em?"

The old man didn't even give her a glance. "Aye, probably not." A grin spread across his lips. "But we can sure make 'em know we was here!" He bellowed a war cry and charged straight at the two beasts.

Clearly the hounds had never seen anyone mad enough to face them head on before, they both pulled up, hackles raised. Hamish clapped his hands and a massive battle axe appeared in his grip. Gracela guessed he must be feeling better than usual.

Not wanting to be left out, she pulled her daggers from her belt. The blades too short to be much of a threat to the massive beasts didn't worry her. She ripped her useless top off, letting her fat paps fall free. Being a sexy goblin had its downsides. She ignored the warm tingle in her maidenhood and leapt up to run along the wall.

As the hounds both focused completely on Hamish, she glided past and jumped on the closest ones back. Laughing wildly, she buried her daggers into the beast's thick shoulders and held on for dear life. The hellhound let out an ear tearing scream and started to thrash about like a bucking telac bull.

She didn't think she do more than piss the beast off, but she knew it would give Hamish a better chance against the other. Teeth gritted, her legs swinging behind her as the hound continued to jump and kick its rear, her tits tried to join in the melee. Each melon bounced up to smack against her arms almost as if they were trying to help dislodge her from the hounds back.

Fortunately, the meaty orbs also slapped against the beast's sides, knocking some of the air out of him. Gracela knew she'd be bruised something terrible. That is, if they lived through this.

Hamish let out another bellow and buried his axe into the neck of the hellhound he faced. The beast dropped whimpering to the ground, violet blood gushing from the wound. The hound Gracela rode took **** offense. He howled and barreled into Hamish's legs.

The resulting tumble knocked Gracela from the creature's back. One of her daggers remained buried in its shoulder and the other dropped to the cobblestones a few feet away. She pushed up off the cushion of her fat breasts and looked up in the burning orange eyes of the hound. "Oh, shite, this is going to suck!"