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The Windsar Adventures

Part 3: Better Than Going Alone

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Author's Note: Just so you know, almost all battles are actually rolled out according to the rules of Dungeons & Dragons 3.5/Pathfinder, though the exact appearances and actions of characters are often adjusted for sake of the story. In other words, if a side in a fight wins, they really did win, while if a side loses, they really did lose, according to what I rolled out quickly before writing. Thus, there is a certain amount of uncertainty in what will happen next, and the plot will adjust accordingly. Similarly, the fertility of each female character - unless they are protected against it somehow (like Sheru is by Threetails' magic), or otherwise cannot produce offspring with their present sex partner - is determined by a random roll, with an additional roll by a fertile male to determine if conception occurs. So, if you do not like a certain outcome and direction of the plot, blame the dice.

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Also, the world of Therafim is online: http://therafimrpg.wikidot.com/welcome- you can play in the world on the Sorcery.net server, using the #TherafimRPG_OOC channel to get started.

Looking up as the familiar outline of her friend stepped into the small clearing where she and Harrin had decided to take a break while waiting for the return of Ballia, Tia smiled at the green-clad elf, even as she finished cinching the last strap on Harrin's scale armor, getting the blonde dwarfgirl's gear into final readiness. Despite herself, and the seriousness of the situation, Tia let her eyes linger a bit longer on the shapely form of the green-haired elfgirl, Ballia's full, womanly bust barely contained by a leather jerkin and metal-studded leather vest, though neither that nor her soft leather breeches quite covered her flat, smooth stomach. Ballia and Tia had done some minor sexual experimentation in the past, and though the elfgirl refused to give such thoughts place during a mission, as Tia had hit her seventeenth year, she'd been finding it steadily harder to control her hormones, especially where Ballia was concerned. Harrin, for her part, didn't seem to notice the interchange going on between the pair in the least. But then, it was hard to tell what, if any, thoughts about sex that dwarves ever entertained, stoic and single-minded as they so often were, even one as young as Harrin.

"How's it look up ahead?" the redheaded warrior woman asked, shifting her shoulders slightly to let the broadsword on her back settle more comfortably, forcing herself to focus on the needs of the present situation. "Are we close to them?"

"The orcs are dead ahead," replied Ballia with a nod, her bow resting comfortably in her hand. "It might be a little difficult, though - they were joined by another squad, and if we don't catch them quick, they'll make it back to their fort in the hills. Then I don't know how we'll be able to beat them all. Still, with the prisoners they've got, and their new, larger group, they're going a lot slower than they might otherwise. I think we can catch them in time."

"We'll find a way if we have to," said Harrin with a grim expression, her pretty face set. Young for a dwarf, the golden-haired femme was still filled with typical dwarven determination, even in the face of impossible odds. "But let's hope it doesn't come to that. Lead on, elf - we'll see if we can't head them off, even with these short legs of mine."

"You keep up even with those short legs," said Tia with a grin, reaching down to ruffle the short, upward-turned hair of her friend. "And you're never a burden. Not like that sister of mine." Tia rolled her eyes as they started off, thoughts of her younger sister's former whining coming fresh to her mind. "Wanting to go with us to hunt these orcish raiders on the move at her age."

"You sound just like your father, girl," chuckled Harrin as the trio picked up their pace, her heavy armor jingling in the relative still of the Great Green. "I doubt he'd have approved of you going out on such a mission."

"Well, he's not here," retorted Tia. "Trust orcs to attack when he's away at Nemminus to ask for more troops to guard the town. Still, I can just see Luna getting into trouble within minutes of losing sight of town." Tia nodded firmly at the rightness of her decision. "Trust me, we're better off having her stay at home, safe, rather than running around in these woods."

"I suppose you're right, girl," said Harrin, shaking her head, a grin on her face. "Still, I expect she'll be up to some mischief while you're doin' your father's work."

"Great gods, I hope not," answered Tia. Beyond this, however, the group fell silent, focusing on the task before them fully.

*

Luna, as it turned out, had done nothing even close to what her older sister had wanted of her. Instead of remaining back at their little border hamlet, and helping the villagers there prepare defenses for the next orcish assault, as befitted the youngest daughter of Mayor Fairbank, appointed ruler and defender of that and several other small hamlets in the region by the Council of Wands themselves from their capital of Nemminus, Luna had left such details in the hands of others. She knew, of course, that her sister had laid all of those words of things like "duty" and "responsibility" on her only because Tia didn't want Luna tagging along on the first bit of real adventure to have come their way since as far back as Luna could remember. Naturally, as soon as she was able to shunt off those unwanted responsibilities onto the villagers - who obviously knew their jobs better than she did, from their own prior experiences - Luna decided to take the matter to hand, and go to the aid of her sister, however she could do so.

So it was that the adolescent adventurer had set out only a scant few hours after Tia and her friends, Luna set out into the Great Green as well, a swagger in her step, ready to take on every orc in the forest. Naturally she didn't go out unprepared, and was carrying the large broadsword her father had trained her to use since early childhood, along with a pack of provisions, besides wearing the red breastplate that was her family's symbol. This breastplate was quite similar to that worn by her sister, except that, where Tia's had been tailored to fit her obvious womanly endowments, inherited from her mother if tales were to be believed, Luna's breastplate was more plain in features, as might be expected of armor worn by a boy. This, however, was not too much of a bother for Luna, since, unlike her generously-endowed sister, she had yet to show any significant development in that direction beyond the most basic. Coupled with her short-cropped hair, and muscular, albeit lean, physique, it wasn't hard at all to mistake Luna for a boy at a distance. It wasn't until one got close to see the feminine softness of her light mocha skin and the slimness of her waist that it became apparent that this young warrior was a budding teenage girl.

Of course, it was only to be expected that, in the face of such pride, there should be a sharp fall waiting for Luna. While she'd been able to pick up her sister's track fairly easily, since neither she nor her dwarf friend (Ballia, of course, left no mark of her passing) had bothered to cover their tracks, making them easily seen by someone with some talent at using her eyes, as Luna had. It had been at only a few scant minutes after Tia and her friends had begun to stalk the orcs before them, with Luna a mere hour's trek behind them, that she ran right into the face of harsh reality. Or, to be more precise, it ran into her from behind, so hard and so fast, that she didn't even have a chance to see what it was until, an unknown time later, she was blinking open her eyes, and then wincing at the throbbing ache in the back of her head.

"Wha-" began Luna, looking around her dazedly, before her brown eyes widened in shock as she saw that she'd been stripped almost naked, save for the loincloth and undercloth that concealed her modesty, and that she'd been bound with her wrists behind her back, her back against the rough bark of a tree. "Hey!"

"Fetch a fine price, these will," laughed a short, redskinned humanoid from just in front of a small, smokeless fire, two other small creatures like her (for she was apparently a female, if similar standards of judging such things could be trusted), one with blue skin and the other with yellow, gathered nearby, gloating over Luna's sword and armor, the contents of her pack scattered out nearby. "Lucky we are today!"

"Human fetch fine price also," said the blue-skinned humanoid, standing up and walking over to Luna, grinning up at her. "Orcs pay good jink for girls these days, they boss greedy for them." The small female's hand slipped between Luna's thighs almost before the girl even realized what was happening, nimble fingers nudging her undercloth aside, exploring her sacred parts brazenly. "Especially virgins. Pay top jink for virgins - very nice."

"Virgin?" squealed the yellow-skinned goblin girl (for these were indeed goblins, albeit of different tribes, judging from their different skin tints), rising and grabbing at the knots that held Luna's last scraps of clothing in place. "Let me see!"

"Stop that!" ordered Luna, trying to kick out at the pair before her, only to discover that they had bound her legs as well, tying each of her ankles to a long rope looped around the trunk of the tree behind her, forcing her to keep her legs slightly apart. "My sister's adventuring party is on its way to kill those orcs this instant. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she was on her way back by now, looking to kill some goblins as well."

"Ooh, pretty pretty," said the yellow-skinned female as Luna's double-bound loincloth and undercloth came away in her hands, before she began to stroke the human teen's smooth-waxed pubis (something she and Tia had picked up from Ballia, the elfgirl telling them it was better for hygiene) and the tight little dimple at its base, marking the start of her previously-untouched sex, making Luna gasp slightly, not so much at the roughness of the touch, as at its gentleness. "So smooth and nice." She looked at her companions with hopeful eyes. "We keep her, maybe? Sell weapon, sell armor, keep food, keep human girl?" Those same eyes turned up, meeting Luna's. "She very nice, make good pet, yes?"

"Yes, sweet pretty human pet," agreed the blue-skinned goblin girl, her tone calmer than that of the exuberant yellow-skinned female, more thoughtful, her hands stroking Luna's hips and trying to reach her firm, boyish bum, making Luna press it against the rough bark of the tree to avoid the additional humiliation. "We teach her help us, maybe. Make life better for all of us."

"No human pet!" firmly stated the red-skinned female, apparently the leader of the group, standing up and stomping one tiny foot as she glared at her companions. "Need food, need shelter, need time - she take all of these, and more! Boss of orcs, he pay extra jink for virgin, use extra jink maybe buy shelter, buy food, maybe buy pet when we safer, or catch another."

Luna was grateful as the yellow- and blue-skinned goblins turned their attentions away from her and turned them onto their red-skinned companion, their voices shifting into high-speed Goblin, making the three of them sound like a wax phonograph recording playing just a little too fast. The sound and sight of the threesome arguing might actually have been quite comical, if only Luna didn't know they were arguing about whether they were going to sell her to orcs (a fate surely worse than death) or keep her as a slave (a fate about which she was quite nervous, having never before been touched by another female like the yellow-skinned goblin had touched her). Faced with such prospects, Luna began to wriggle against her bonds, desperate for some sort of give, her eyes casting around for anything that might prove useful to get her out of this mess, silently praying to whatever gods might be listening in at that moment.

Just when it seemed that the goblin girls were coming to their decision, their eyes turning back towards Luna as she pressed herself nervously against the tree trunk, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, the gods turned out to be in a merciful mood. As the red-skinned goblin was taking a step towards her, the goblin suddenly blinked, and then stumbled forward onto the grass before her. An instant later, her blue- and yellow-skinned companions followed suit, the three of them slumping in a softly-breathing pile, fast asleep.

"It looked as though you could use a hand," said a bright, cheery voice from the nearby underbrush, before a spritely girl in blue robes and a conical blue hat with a wide brim stepped out of the bushes, her staff still lifted slightly as it lost the fading glow of freshly-cast magic. "From what I caught of those goblins' conversation, it didn't sound like they had anything good planned for you." Then the green-eyed girl looked at the fallen femmes, shaking her head. "Still, they weren't going to kill you, so it just felt right only putting them to sleep."

"How long will that spell last?" asked Luna, wide-eyed at seeing a wizard so far from Nemminus, the Witch City (as it was called by non-natives). "These goblins know how to move fast, and hit hard - I didn't even hear them sneaking up on me before they got a sap to my head."

"Hmph," the blonde-haired mage said (and Luna could see, now that she was closer, that the girl was about her own age, and about the same height, though her hat made it harder to tell that). "Not even a thank you. I don't know why I even bother. And, I'd say about five minutes, give or take, depending on how sweet their dreams are."

As the young mage girl spoke, she touched the ropes holding Luna bound, and they instantly dropped away. Luna, for her part, wasted no time at all in scooping up that rope and her dagger from her laid-out gear, and starting towards the goblins.

"Time enough to make sure they don't follow us," she said, not even bothering to dress as she quickly went to work tying up the three goblins, using the knife to cut off lengths of the rope as she needed them. "And...I suppose you're right. They really aren't bad enough for us to kill them. Not really."

As Luna went to work, Sheru felt her blue-green eyes wandering over her newfound companion. Only two days ago, when she'd started out from the hut of Threetails, such thoughts as were now crowding her mind wouldn't have ever occurred to her. But now, she found it hard not to admire the supple, tan skin of the girl she'd just saved, the youthful, well-trained muscles, and the attraction of the other girl's boyish figure, with her cute little breasts with their dark little aureoles, likely as small as they were from heavy training as much as from her genes, and her smooth-muscled, coltish bottom. Her face was certainly pretty, though the short cut of her black hair would have made it a bit hard to tell if she was a boy or a girl had she been clothed and seen from the rear. Then, as Luna finished her work, binding the three goblin girls hand and foot, Sheru realized that she'd been staring, and thinking thoughts that were inappropriate at best, and shook her head to clear it of these distractions from her mission, biting her lower lip.

"I...what's your name?" she asked, turning away. "Mine's Sheru Windsar. I'm one of Charles Windsar's apprentices, and I'm on an important mission. A mission that I think involves you, if what I've learned so far is true."

"I'm Luna Fairbank," replied Luna with a smile over her shoulder at the blue-robed girl who'd saved her as she went to her clothing and gear strewn by the fire, and began to get herself properly dressed once more, her gear tucked away in her pack where it belonged. "And thank you so much for saving me. I didn't like either of the options those goblins were thinking of for me. And," she blinked, cinching the knot of her undercloth and loincloth back in place before picking up her shirt, frowning in some puzzlement, "I don't know how your mission could have anything to do with mine, since I know that Charles Windsar never had much to do with the mages of the Council of Wands. We might be out in the boondocks here, but we still hear these things." Then, as she tied her padded shirt to her loincloth, and wrapped a belt around her middle, picking up her breastplate, Luna smiled at Sheru hopefully. "But I do have a mission of my own, if that's what you're looking for."

"That's exactly why I came," said Sheru, moving forward to stand behind Luna, helping her to fit the breastplate into place over her head, and then assisting in cinching up the straps and buckles to tighten it into place. "I spoke with a powerful seer only a few days past, and she said that, if I was to accomplish the goal that I've set out for, I needed to help the people in the next village I came to on a quest they had." She grinned, then, as she tightened the last buckle into place, her smile lightning up her face in a way that was hard to resist loving. "They said that the only quests they had was stopping some orc raiders, and keeping the youngest daughter of Mayor Fairbank out of trouble."

"Oh," giggled Luna. "That sounds like the people back home all right. Yes, we've been raided by orcs quite frequently in the last week, and only barely held them off twice now. The first time they hit was by surprise, and they carried off a lot of the women of an outlying settlement. Only women - all the men they killed, if they could. So now my sister, Tia, is up ahead with her two best friends, Harrin Goldwit, a dwarf, and Ballia Narma, an elf, trying to scout out these orcs, and take our women back." Then she shrugged. "Me? I'm just trying to help out and do my part. They didn't really need me back at the village, so I decided to follow my sister."

"That's very strange," said Sheru with a frown. "Those goblins were saying something about how much the orcs' boss was paying for virgin females, when I was listening in on their talk among themselves just now. From what I've read in my studies, there's only a very few reasons I can think of why orcs would even care if a female of any race was a virgin." Her expression turned grim, then. "None of them good, I'm afraid."

"All the more reason to hurry and catch up with my sister and her friends," said Luna with equal seriousness to Sheru's. "C'mon, you can tell me more about yourself on the way - it shouldn't be too hard to find my sister's tracks again, since those goblins didn't take me too far from where I was before."

"And you can tell me about yourself as well," answered Sheru, the pair starting off into the woods once more, paying no further heed to the trio of trussed goblin girls behind them, each having been quite wide awake for the last part of the conversation that passed between the two.

*

"We get free now, yes?" asked the yellow-skinned goblin, still speaking the pidgin Common that the three of them knew best for speaking with other tribes, though it didn't have the same level of nuance that they might have shared had they been speaking the same tribal dialect.

"Eternal optimist, you, Sunshine," replied her blue-skinned companion, rolling her eyes.

"Working on it!" growled the red-skinned leader of the trio, starting a new round of tensing and relaxing, wriggling her whole body to try and escape the grip of the ropes that ensnared them for what was now the fifty-first time. Several hours had passed, and the light was starting to fail as the sun dipped below the treeline. The endless twilight of the Great Green was now giving way to the inky danger of darkest night, and the three goblins knew full well that there were vastly worse things than themselves that stalked the night in that terrible forest.

"Hope we get free soon, Blue," said the yellow-skinned goblin girl, her wide eyes looking around at the forest in a new, more threatening light, pressing her back against her companions' as they sat upon the forest floor, pressed close together so that the red-skinned goblin could better reach their ropes. "Hope we get safe soon. No want be found by..."

"You hush," said her blue-skinned friend kindly but firmly, pre-empting the words that would surely have followed the angry glare of their red-skinned leader. "Brown-skin human good at knots, is all. We get free, Red get us out. You see. Nothing find us before..."

"Mmm," said a growl-accented voice from the depths of the forest, as a large, black-furred lupine muzzle thrust itself from the underbrush. "It smells like we're right on the scent of our quarry." The muzzle was soon joined by a black-furred lupine face, which grinned at the trio of bound goblin girls with a degree of facial expression no normal wolf could ever manage. "And it looks like they left us a treat to pass the time!"

"Oh no," whimpered the yellow-skinned goblin girl pitifully as three tall, powerfully-built wolfen warriors stepped from the underbrush, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. "Oh no, no, no. It wolfen. They kill us. They eat us!" She started to struggle desperately as the largest of the three, a wolfen with fur so red it was like living flame, his musculature so pronounced it was clearly visible even through his thick wolfen coat of fur and the chainmail shirt he was wearing, began to approach. Unfortunately, her panicked struggles did little for their situation, except to foul up Red's efforts, forcing her to start over at a time that was anything but ideal, making the red-skinned goblin curse softly in her native tongue.

"Oh, you wanna be eaten, huh?" said the red-furred male with a chuckle, reaching down to grab Sunshine around her waist, making the goblin girl scream in fright as he easily lifted her into the air with a single massive paw. "Happy to oblige, little sweetmeat. You even look like a banana, so I guess I'll have to peel you first."

Blue and Red watched in horror as their poor friend was lifted up to the level of the red-furred wolfen's muzzle, Sunshine shifting into her native language in her panicked desperation as she sobbed and begged and prayed to any goblin god that might have been in a forgiving mood that day, kicking her bound legs as best as she could while she wiggled like a trout on a hook. It was all in vain, however, tightly-bound as she was, and she could only sniffle pitifully, shaking her head, while the brutish beast gripped her wrists one-handed, while his other massive paw worked at her belt buckle, pulling it off, soon following it with her leather breeches, tearing them from her legs when they bunched up at the ropes holding her ankles fast. Her soft leather tunic soon followed, the cheap goblin armor no match for the larger male's immense strength, and soon the poor, helpless little goblin girl was dangling there, her yellow skin bared to the cruel, blue-eyed gaze of her captor as he turned her around before him, like a hunter admiring a fresh-caught rabbit for plumpness, his free hand stroking her smooth yellow skin.

"P-please," sobbed Sunshine desperately, returning to Common, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, now just dangling limply in the wolfen's grip, her face the very picture of despair. "Please, no make it hurt. Just...do it fast."

"I don't know if there's a way to make it painless, gobby," chuckled the big male as though this were all just a big game to him, before making Sunshine gasp in surprise as his thick fingers stroked over her black-furred pubis, before they slipped between her thighs, pressing against the tightly-clasped lips of her labia. "Considering the size difference, you know. And fast? Only because we're in a hurry."

"Wh-what?" Sunshine said in shock as the big male walked over to the tree where they'd bound the human girl they'd caught (and who had brought them far more trouble than she was worth) and sat himself on an upraised tree root, undoing his own belt buckle as he settled comfortably, with her naked bottom resting on one furry thigh, her legs dangling between his.

"I think you can figure it out, cute stuff," growled the male with a knowing smirk as he tugged once more on the armored plate covering the front of his loincloth, and then tossed it and the loincloth onto the grass nearby. "I mean, even if you haven't been bred yet, I know you're no blushing virgin."

Sunshine's eyes - and the eyes of Red and Blue besides - went wide indeed, as did her mouth as her jaw dropped at the absolutely mammoth male meat that was standing proudly before her. She looked between it and the grinning face of the cruel wolfen who had her in his clutches, and shook her head, cowering before that blue-eyed gaze.

"You...you kill me," she whimpered, trembling now in fear. "That no fit - that split me in half!"

"Naw, I've fit this bad boy into halflings before, gobby," answered the red-furred male, before looking over at his two companions, who were standing nearby Sunshine's friends, getting undressed as well, much to the consternation of poor Blue and Red as they saw that, while the grey- and black-furred males weren't as well-endowed as their leader, that didn't mean they were small by any means, especially compared to their own quite small size. "Isn't that right, boys?"

"Very true," said the grey-furred male. "Tornan has this way of attracting females, I guess, of all races, and the next thing we know, we're entangled in a foursome or moresome."

"Aw, it's just luck, Harvas," said the black-furred male with a blush, revealed by the spreading of his whiskers and tucking back of his tail and ears.

"Luck maybe," said the red-furred beast who was even then working his fingers between the goblin girl's legs, stroking her female parts in ways that made Sunshine blink and then gasp in surprise. "But I think it's just 'cause you've got a nose for pussy, Torn." Then he turned his attention back to Sunshine fully, grinning at her as he felt her start to moisten under his surprisingly gentle touch. "Never had a goblinboy do this for you, huh?"

"Wh-what are you doing?" Sunshine managed, though the last words sounded more like a moan than a question, her bum tensing on the big wolfen's thigh, her knees tensing as they straightened slightly, her yellow cheeks darkening in a blush. "That...that feel strange."

"Never even done this with your two friends there?" said the red-furred male, his eyebrows raising. "Huh, wouldn't have figured that."

"I would," said the one known as Tornan, the younger, black-furred male kneeling next to the normally stoic Blue, and reaching over to rub her back, making Blue look at him with a curious, confused frown. "You poor girls must have had an awful time with sex, huh? If what we've heard is true, the guys back home musta just treated you like breeding stock. No time for fun at all. I've even heard that lesbian stuff is considered sinful by the goblin gods - distracts a female from her true purpose."

"You would see it from their perspective," said Harvas with a grin. "Why can't you be more objective, like me'n Flintclaw?" Then he sighed with mock-seriousness, his grin widening. "Then again, it's that empathy that makes you so likable, I guess." He looked at the goblin pair bound at his feet, and then shrugged. "Makes sense, though, why there'd be just three goblin females away from their tribe. And not even the same tribe at that. Musta seen a better chance for life, away from their fellows, acting as independents, and jumped at it."

"You know nothing about us!" declared Red angrily, glaring at both black- and grey-furred wolfen, using her hot temper to mask the fear she felt, and the strange desires that were starting to come upon her as she listened to the soft whimpering of Sunshine as the younger, cheery-dispositioned goblin girl began to wriggle on Flintclaw's knee, now moving with the motions of his fingers rather than against them, her naked yellow body starting to grow flushed.

"And I'll bet you three know nothing about how to eat pussy," snorted Flintclaw derisively in response, before he gripped Sunshine by both her hips, leaving her moaning in disappointment as he withdrew the fingers of his free hand, and then turned her over, leaning back so that she could rest her four very small breasts on his chest (which, of course, was how the wolfen knew that the goblin girls hadn't had their first litter yet, since these would have swollen quite a lot after the first pregnancy, making the active life they were living almost impossible). In this position, Sunshine was facing downward, looking straight down the barrel of the single most immense penis she'd ever seen on anything besides an ogre, her trim yellow bum pointing towards the red-furred wolfen's muzzle. She shivered, her wrists tensing behind her back, as she felt his hot breath on her tender parts, before his head turned slightly to each side, and his jaws snapped at the air, neatly cutting through the rope binding her wrists.

Blue and Red just gaped in fear and horror as the big, firefurred male gripped their friend by her knees, and slowly spread her legs apart, baring her yellow cunny to his eager, blue-eyed gaze, while he drooled in anticipation, licking his chops. Sunshine looked back at him uncertainly, the small fangs protruding from over her upper lip pressing into her lower lip pensively...before the tongue of the wolfen extended, and her jaw dropped once more when, instead of a terrible, painful bite, she felt it press against her snugly-pressed labia, and then squeeze its way inside of her, nice and slow. The two other goblins watched in confusion and a strange, growing sense of desire as Flintclaw carefully wrapped his lips around the tiny sex of the squirming little goblin girl, loud, messy slurping sounds quickly filling the air around them.

"What...what he doing to her?" asked Blue, her face a mask of puzzlement as she tried to figure out this strange behavior, and the even more strange feelings that it caused her. "This...this wolfen mating ritual?"

"It's pretty common in any race that cares about how much fun sex can be," answered Tornan with a friendly smile and wag of his tail at the question of the blue-skinned femme. "Rather than just for making babies." He cocked his head in a way that was at once questioning and absolutely adorable, his expression earnest and heartwarmingly disarming. "Would you like to find out firsthand what I mean?"

Blue's slight nod was interrupted at the muffled moan of Sunshine, as Flintclaw gave his head a slight buck, before he reached out with one big paw, and pressed the back of her head down, until her wide open mouth pressed up against his swollen erection. Doing her best not to let her sharp upper teeth jab into the flesh of the male bringing her such strange but wonderful sensations, Sunshine closed her eyes, suckling sloppily on the plump wolfcock before her, or at least the short length she could manage at her size and present position.

"So strange," said Blue, even as Tornan untied her, her eyes never leaving the erotic act being played out by her yellow-skinned friend and the red-furred wolfen. When she was free, she stood, rubbing her wrists, before her eyes turned to the naked male kneeling before her, a friendly grin on his face, and a very wolflike penis presented for her inspection between his slightly parted legs, erect and ready for use.

"Run, Blue!" Red called out as her friend was freed. "Run, save yourself! He trying to trick you!"

Sucking on her lower lip for a moment, Blue paused in hesitation, looking at the grey-furred male nearby, and then back at the black-furred male before her. Seeing that neither of them were threatening her, their expressions strangely open and inviting, she reached to the hem of her leather tunic, and pulled it over her head, the big paws of the young wolfmale assisting her. Ignoring the cries in Goblin that her red-skinned friend made, trying to get her to flee while she still had a chance, cursing her and all her ancestry for her foolishness, Blue gasped softly as she felt those gentle paws handling her upper nipples, stroking them slowly while she undid her belt buckle, letting her breeches drop to the ground. Without prompting, she went to all-fours in front of the soft-furred male, and crawled forward until her face was close to his ready penis. Frowning in thought, she gripped it near its base, just above the swelling knot, with her small hand, smirking a bit at the shiver and soft whimper this brought from Tornan. Tilting the shaft upward, then, she began to lick it with her small goblin tongue. Finding the taste not at all unpleasant - in fact, to her goblin tastebuds, delicious! - she began to greedily lap up and down the length of the lupine penis, paying special attention to the leaking, pointed tip, which seemed to be especially sensitive, judging from how the black-furred male whimpered at each flick of her tongue against it. With her blue-skinned bottom wiggling in the air as she tried out her very first attempt at oral sex, Blue couldn't help but moan in intense arousal as she felt Tornan's paws stroking her back, and then rubbing and gripping her bum, before the fingers of one hand slipped downward, teasing over her perineum, and then against and into her moist little goblinslit. Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt one thick digit penetrate her tight young cunny, and she actually popped the tip of the male's penis into her mouth to keep herself from moaning too loudly.

"Boda no taku!" Red exclaimed angrily, cursing her lust-lost friends in Goblin, doing her best not to pay attention to the strange, tingling sensation between her legs as the sight and sound and scent of this strange, animal coupling filled the area. "They are using you! They are no different from any other males! They will use us for what they want, then kill us, or keep us as slaves! You will see! You both know that I am r-..."

"You talk too much," said Harvas, kneeling as he cupped the red-skinned goblin's chin. Red had only a moment of startled shock to consider what was about to happen before the lips of the beastfolk male's muzzle met her own. At first she struggled, trying to pull away from the grip of the grey-furred brute that was closing around her, tugging the front of her armor and breeches open with studied ease, from the tongue that was trying to invade her mouth. But then she felt Harvas moving his muzzle, suckling on her protruding upper fangs, and despite herself, Red's eyes rolled back into her head, this hitherto unknown erogenous zone making her lose her strength to resist, though she still continued to do so, albeit far more feebly.

"No," she forced out as the grey-furred wolfen broke the kiss, bucking her hips as Harvas gripped her knees, spreading her legs open despite her still-bound ankles. "This cannot...aaaah!"

Even though he was older than either of his companions, Harvas had lost little of his youthful eagerness, and in fact, he felt as horny as a teenaged pup as his muzzle descended on Red's spread, exposed little cunny, and began to greedily gnaw on her tender, juicy goblinsex. Hearing her high-pitched protests and expletives in Goblin only made him hotter, the desperation in her voice driving the lusty male onward relentlessly, while Red's hot sex became all the hotter and wetter, offering her no escape, no respite, and no way out except through the middle of the searing pleasure that was starting to take control of her, body and mind and soul.

It was as Flintclaw was lifting the panting little goblin girl lying on his chest, having to tug on her a bit firmly to get her to release his penis from her greedily sucking mouth, that the wolfen alpha realized what was happening, why these three goblins were so eager for what was taking place - even the red-skinned one, for all her protests. Certainly, he was a lusty creature, empowered with the primal virility and stamina and even sex appeal of the lupine god of savage survival. He had an almost supernatural (and sometimes that lost the "almost") ability to command the loyalty and devotion of others, including almost anyone that he might have wanted to mate. But even he doubted he'd have been able to get these three goblin girls as riled up as they obviously were, as he soon found out for himself when he rested the slick little cunny of the yellow-skinned gobgirl on the thick head of his shaft, her eager juices quickly starting to leak down the shaft as she looked down in awe and a slight bit of trepidation (the last remnants of her former concern of being killed by the sheer size of his shaft) at his massive wolfdong and the heavy balls beneath it, resting her back and her hands against his firm, furry stomach.

Gripping the hips of the eagerly wriggling little gobby, his fingertips actually able to reach all the way around her body, Flintclaw started to slowly press her down, delighting in the pleasured squeals in Goblin that this brought from his yellow-skinned cutie. At first her slit held, Flintclaw's cockshaft bending slightly for a brief moment. And then, as the goblin's whole body tensed up, her skin shiny with sweat, while she spread her legs a little bit wider to allow him passage, hooking her heels on Flintclaw's thighs to keep them held far apart, Flintclaw grunted at the exquisite tightness that enveloped him, milking and pulsing around him, as he squeezed a good fourth of his thick, magnificent length into the wriggling femme in his grip.

Looking over for a moment, Flintclaw saw Tornan kneeling behind the blue-skinned gobgirl, resting her head on her arms as she held her bottom up, presented for his use. She had a thoughtful expression on her heavily-flushed face, as though this were more of an experiment than a savage carnal act, while she watched the black-furred male rubbing his pointed cocktip up and down her leaking little slit, before slotting it into place, and starting to slowly, gently squeeze himself inside of her, making the blue gobby grit her teeth, her whole body starting to tremble, growing even more flushed than before. Only a short distance from that pair, Harvas had the red-skinned goblin on her back, and she was watching with a strange mix of confusion, lust, awe, and disgruntlement as, instead of penetrating her, Harvas thrust his hard, humanlike penis through her tightly-pressed, uplifted legs, the underside of his shaft grinding against her throbbing clitoris and swollen red slit with each thrust and shifting of his powerful hips. Despite herself, the gobby was getting off on what was happening to her, her eyes unable to look away from the swollen glans pumping forward and back before her, leaking precum all over her flat red tummy and tits.

Of course it was the Phallus of Kon that was making this happen, or at least making it happen so well. Flintclaw remembered what Threetails had told him about that powerful artifact and its effects on the girl they were now following, and he suddenly realized, as the yellow-skinned goblingirl on his shaft began to work her legs, pumping herself up and down on his cock with all eagerness, leaving Flintclaw to just hold onto her, letting her do most of the work as she used him to get herself off, what a treasure that made this human girl they were following. If even a mere brief encounter (and Flintclaw knew it had been brief, from the scent that he and the others had been following) with this blonde-haired human girl had left three female goblins, scared and hostile as they had been, and with only negative prior experiences with sex to draw upon, so intensely, desperately sexually needy, and so easily aroused, then what might be the effects on healthy, sexually-active females of other races? The very thought made Flintclaw's cock throb all the harder, and he grabbed firm hold of his yellow-skinned gobtoy to hold her still while he began to pump his hips up and down, bucking his cock into her, making her small breasts bounce and jiggle, her high-pitched squeals of pleasure at this sudden rough treatment music to the red-furred wolfen's ears.

Hearing the squeal of the yellow-skinned gobgirl, Red turned her head for a moment to look, before her eyes went back to Harvas, staring first at his face, and then at the hard shaft pumping between her tightly-pressed thighs, mesmerized. Harvas saw this, and then, pulling back once more a bit further than before, he plunged forward, straight and true into the quivering little cunny of the goblin girl. Neither of them were far from their ultimate pleasure, and within moments after Harvas managed, with great effort, to squeeze the first third of his cock into Red's clenching quim, her own orgasm shaking her whole body, making her red skin glisten with pleasured sweat, the pressure became too much for him, and he was forced to pull back, just in time for his orgasm to hit in an air burst, his semen squirting out in a copious load onto her flat red belly, black-nippled breasts and pug-nosed face.

Tornan also was having a hard time holding himself in, tight as Blue was around his hard lupine shaft. He was humping the blue-skinned goblin feverishly, frantically, using only half of his shaft to rut her, one paw hooked around her hips, curved upward to stroke and stimulate her throbbing clitoris, while his other teased her four indigo nipnubs, stroking them like the fingers of a master piano player might flick over the keys. In contrast to the bestial humping of the black-furred wolfen, Blue's look was one of intense concentration, her lips pressed tightly together as she seemed to be completely focused on memorizing the sensations washing over her, on each motion of the wolfen mounting her, and every response it drew from her body. That she was enjoying it was easily testified by the copious juices dripping down her blue-skinned thighs and coating half of Tornan's plowing cock, and yet the enjoyment was almost a clinical experience rather than a visceral one. Her orgasm was marked by a closing of her eyes, and a deep, intensely satisfied sigh, her whole body shivering as though she were caught in a chill gale. Tornan's, on the other hand, was explosive, as he forced his hips forward until he had almost two-thirds of his length crammed into Blue's quivering, juttering sex, his rush of cum blasting against the small goblin's cervix, making her eyes roll back into her head despite herself.

Surrounded by exquisite tightness, and the sounds and sights and scents of his packmates and their playmates peaking out all around him, Flintclaw didn't hold back, his mighty claws gouging furrows into the grass at his hips as his orgasm hit his brain hard, his cock twitching once in warning within the tight confines of Sunshine's quivering, climaxing cunny before his body followed suit. The POP of Sunshine's cunny as it burst free from Flintclaw's cock was audible through the clearing. Their relative sizes had simply been too great, and the force of Flintclaw's orgasm too powerful, for her light body weight to keep her in place as he released her hips, bucking his own upwards with the sudden burst of his own orgasm. The little yellow femme flopped onto the grass before Flintclaw, her bottom in the air, flushed face pressed to the ground, eyes closed as she let herself pass from consciousness. Her last sensation was feeling more of Flintclaw's copious load spray over her bottom and back, giving her a thick cream coating.

Pumping his shaft with one thick paw, Flintclaw made sure to liberally coat the goblin with his cum, marking her with a triumphant smirk as he rose to his knees over her. Then, sighing in immense satisfaction, he stood up, and looked around him. His packmates were similarly standing, their packthink to the point where words weren't needed: it was time to go. Red lay on the ground, blinking, her eyes slightly out of focus, as she watched the three wolfen move on into the twilight of the falling day, continuing after their quarry. Blue was propped up against a tree nearby, still breathing hard, blinking.

"Sunshine need new clothes," the blue-skinned goblingirl said after a long, long pause between the two. "Yours not much better."

"She good at sewing," Red said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Need get back to our hideout - soon." She glanced up at the fading light. "Dark soon - bad, bad things out after dark."

The red-skinned femme tried to rise, but found her legs unresponsive, and so she remained sitting, a disgruntled scowl on her face. She'd enjoyed that interlude with the savage males, and it bothered her. Thinking back on it, she felt a desire to feel that way again. Feeling a light brush against her cheek, she swatted at the erring insect that she supposed was troubling her, only to suddenly jerk her hand away with a 'squeak' of shock as the creature, whatever it was, zapped her with a light jolt of static electricity.

Scrambling away, forgetting her fatigue in her fear, Red turned to face the creature. It was a short little thing, and beautiful, glowing in the twilight of the light-fading forest, green-haired, and dressed only in a scant dress made from sewn leaves.

"Don't be afraid," said the pixie, smiling as she flitted her dragonfly wings, hovering over before Red and Blue. "I'm Peasblossom, and I'm following the wolfboys that you just met." She sighed dreamily. "They're wonderful, aren't they, the way they just...use you up?"

"What you want?" demanded Red, while Blue nodded, her expression distrustful.

"Only to help," said the little pixie, flitting over to Sunshine and landing on the ground in front of the flopped-over goblin. "You seem like you've had such a hard life, and I felt sorry for you." She turned to grin at the pair watching her, and winked, blowing them both a kiss each. "That, and you put on a really hot show."

Both Red and Blue blinked, putting their hands to their cheeks, right and left, respectively. Where the blown kiss would have landed, had it been an actual projectile, was now a tiny imprint of a pair of lips, glittering softly in the fading light. Peasblossom, meanwhile, bent forward (exposing more than was strictly modest, as her leaf dress was far too short), and placed a kiss on Sunshine's forehead, which similarly glowed.

"There," said the pixie with a nod, her wings beating rapidly as she rose almost effortlessly into the air again. "Once you're ready, just go about a mile to the south of here. There's an open-minded nymph who knows me well, and owes me some favors. She'll take care of you until you figure out what you want to do." Then, the pixie's attention span obviously unable to sustain any further thought, she giggled and waved, wiggling her fingertips as she did so. "Bye bye!"

So saying, the green-haired pixie turned and fluttered off into the night.

"She...took things from us," said Blue after several long moments had passed. "You feel it?"

"Yeah," said Red, nodding slightly. "Memories. She know what we know." She sighed, then, and rose to her feet. "Fackol fairies," she griped, the curse best expressed in Goblin.

"What we do now?" asked Blue, watching Red as the more physically hardy goblin began to pack up their meager belongings.

"What else?" retorted Red with a derisive snort. "We go south."

After Sunshine and Blue had recovered enough for the journey, that is exactly what they did. And Peasblossom was indeed truthful, the goblins finding a safe haven with a very open-minded nymph, who soon explained - and demonstrated - to them what the wolfen had mentioned regarding females pleasuring females. They went on to have many more adventures, and managed to live out their lives happily, in contrast to so many others of their race.

Meanwhile, Flintclaw, Harvas, and Tornan pressed on through the darkening woods, following the scent of the girl whose name they had not yet learned, the one who would lead them to their destiny. The mage named Sheru Windsar.