Super Goblin Attack Squad

"This is bullshit, Gasosh..." Chirped the annoyed voice. The owner belonged to a little green creature with large ears, and currently sporting a rather sizable lump on the size of his head. "I know we'd be caught... and why was I the fricken distraction?" The plan had been fool proof. But fools and goblins were two entirely different things. And while the plan had been simple enough, it had been ruined rather easy.

"Don't blame me!" The goblin, Gasosh grumbled. "I can't help it Dumb Dumb thinks with his dick!"

Behind them all, towering above the other two, the goblin(?) called Dumb Dumb meandered behind him. While the other two were small squat, and had little major muscle mass to speak of... well, Dumb Dumb was a bit of a mutant. While not as tall as a human, he was still roughly the size of a dwarf, and had a similar physique. Unlike the others, his dick was currently dribbling with goblin cum, and the farm girl he had been rutting's pussy juices.

The plan had been simple. Go up to the farm house. Durgan would then lure the farmer out with a cry of 'I'm going to raid the chickens and there's nothing you can do to stop me!'. He would then lead the farmer to Dumb Dumb, who would conk the farmer over the head with a goblin war hammer... which other races would call just a crude club. And then Gasosh would sneak in, steal a cow and some chickens, and sneak out.

The problem had been the farmer's daughter. The cute blonde had caught Dumb Dumb's attention... by the time Gasosh had got there, the big goblin had been balls deep in her as she moaned and creamed. The farmer had clubbed Gasosh, Dumb Dumb had escaped (after thoroughly creaming the poor girl), while Durgan had been **** to flee in all the commotion.

"I'm so tired of this!" Durgan cried, as they finally arrived back at their war camp. And by war camp, the makeshift sticks and logs they had put together with moss and some twine they had stolen. "I'm tired of being bullied!"

"And what would you do?" Gasosh rolled his eyes. "Steal some gear, and call ourselves adventurers? I'm sure that'd go over well."

Dumb Dumb did what he usually did. Namely face down in some moss, and already passed out. The giant was of neutral opinion, as usual.

"It'll go over well! We raid, we pillage!"

"We fuck..." Dumb Dumb's muffled grunt sounded from his sleeping place.

"This is the dumbest idea i've heard." Gasosh sighed. "If Dumb Dumb agrees with you, you know it's a moronic idea, right?"

"No, it's the perfect idea!"

"And where do you want to get equipment, huh?"

It was a conundrum... after all, usually weapons had the problem of being... you know, used. Even if they found a merchant, likely there would be a guard or dozen protecting the place.

After a moment, Dugan's eyes lit up. "I know just the place!"