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Console Access Ch 04

Console Access Ch 04

by consoleaccess69
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It had taken a few hours, but the camp was packed up and everything loaded aboard the canoes. Jason flickered C̴̪̑o̴͚̎n̴̻͝s̶̟̑o̸͙̿l̶̢̂ě̶͍ ̷̺͝A̸͛͜c̴̮̓c̵̡͘é̷̩s̴͔̑s̵͖͠ on and off a few times, trying to get used to the information provided to him. He had figured out how to do some basic filtering and was getting less overwhelmed every time he used it.

Finally, it was his time to get on a canoe. His escorts this time were a bit less aggressive as they used crow bars to pull out the stake and lead him to the river. They had seen him sitting quietly for a few hours, and not making any trouble got them to relax a bit. Jason was put into a canoe, his leash tied down, and they shoved off.

The river was calm and the ride was quite smooth. With a few goblins sitting right in front of him, Jason could look at their backs as much as he wanted without looking like he was staring. he got more practice with C̶̟̈́o̵̦͆ň̵̦š̸̬ộ̸l̸̢̿ȅ̶͇ ̵̩͆A̸̪͘c̵͎̽c̴̮̈́e̷̝͗s̷̢̽ṣ̸̛ on the goblins, who were much more complex than the stake, rope, or grasses he had been looking at before.

It takes a bit of digging, but he finally finds some of the things he's looking for. Bust size, libido, arousal, erogenous zones, fetishes. He could see who they were attracted to -- with links to those people as well -- and a list of past sexual partners, though that list was either empty, or consisted of other female goblins for the few Jason checked.

That was interesting, actually. Almost every family consisted of a mother, father, many sisters, and usually no brothers. In fact, looking again he noticed two of the goblins in front of him were half-sisters, same father and different mothers. There was clearly a deficiency of men in their society. That could only make things better for him, right? Yes, he's sure he could leverage that somehow.

But now it was time for an experiment. Nothing extreme, but he wanted to see if he could really make a change to the information he was seeing. He finds what he's looking for in his original captor that was sitting in front of him, Nene. And... well, that's interesting. Jason's original idea was going to be to make her think he was cute, but apparently she already thinks he's cute! Okay, a different change then. Another quick change to the filters, use a drop down, filter again, and... success!

Nene now has a crush on him.

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This damn creature! Nene couldn't get him out of her head. He isn't nearly as big as an orc, but he sure is big. And looks strong. And she liked the goofy grin she had seen crawl across his face when he first stepped out of the cave...

No, Dammit! What was she thinking! She doesn't know anything about him. she can't just... well, maybe she could. She had seen him when he walked out of that cave, naked as could be. It's not like the other girls would blame her; they're probably thinking the same thing. Maybe she could get away with it...

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Jason could see his captor stealing glances at him. Looking over her shoulder every few strokes of the paddle, or when she pretended to look through her backpack for something.

It worked; he was sure of it! Sure, she had thought he was cute before he had made the changes, but she hadn't been looking at him quite like that before. It certainly seemed like she was more interested now.

Taking things a step further, Jason slowly spread his legs. The small bit of cloth he had taken to thinking of as a kilt, even if it didn't quite make it half way to his knees, rode up his legs. He could now distinctly see her green cheeks turn a shade of purple the next time she looked back at him. Bug eyed, she had turned back around after a moment and hadn't looked at him again since.

Alright, time to see what else he could do. He activated C̴͚͝o̷̱̕n̷͙͒s̵̳͑õ̴͔l̵̘̓e̷͖̓ ̶̞̽A̷͕͗c̵̥̀c̶̜̒e̶̘̅s̴̨̏s̶̥̀ and... nothing?

Oh no, no no no. That can't be right. He tried again. Still nothing. Had he wasted it? Was it a one-time use? Is that why it was bugged? Had he used up his ability on that one single change?

Shit.

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it work. It was gone. That incredible power hadn't so much slipped through his fingers as he had thrown it away.

His new reality crashed down on him, and Jason started to spiral. He couldn't understand anyone, he couldn't be understood. He had no possessions, not even clothes. He was a captive to creatures he knew nothing about. He was well and truly fucked.

Time went on and the small flotilla continued down the river. Jason wasn't sure how long he sat there in shock.

But then a small ray of hope. He knew there was at least one goblin that would be on his side, though he was pretty sure just having a crush on him wouldn't make her do anything too drastic on his behalf. Also, hey, he was still surrounded by little cuties. He was sure that with the right application of charm he could turn the situation to his advantage. Jason knew he hadn't exactly been a lady killer back home, but hey, new world, new Jason. This was his chance to be something and someone new.

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Coming around a bend in the lazily flowing river, Jason could see they had arrived at an even larger camp. There must have been at least a hundred goblins performing various tasks around the camp.

As the first canoe came ashore a few goblins from the camp came over to assist with unloading supplies. After a quick exchange of words, these new goblins looked at Jason, then one of them ran off shouting. Within minutes nearly every goblin in the camp had come to stare at the new creature in their midst.

With his canoe beaching itself in the sand, his leash was untied from the boat and Nene gently tugged the leash a few times, indicating it was time to follow.

Jason stood up and stepped out of the boat. As he reached his full height, he saw many of the goblins take a step back, clearly unprepared to see him at his true size. All eyes were on him as he was led into the camp.

He had only taken a few steps when he started to feel something. His kilt! He hadn't retied the cloth since he had first put it on several hours ago. His movement over that time had slowly worked the kilt loose, there hadn't been enough material to tie it properly. Jason's heart started to pound in his chest. All eyes in the camp were on him, and he only had a few steps left before his clothes fell off him. Did he dare try to hold his clothes up? Or... did he even care? The idea of accidentally flashing of the entire camp did excite him a bit. Hell, he was pretty sure it would excite some of them too. And with his hands bound, it's not like anyone would blame him.

Three more steps. Two more. One. There it went.

Coming loose and unable to hold itself together, the rectangular piece of cloth finally fell away. A gasp rang out through the crowd, followed by murmuring. His escorts froze, as did he. It only took a moment, but one of the goblins finally said something and they all started moving again. One of his guards bent over to pick up the cloth and they all continued, marching him into the camp in the buff.

He was led to a tent that he was sure was large for a goblin, but a bit small for him. Inside, his leash was again staked to the ground and his guards left. All but one.

Nene remained. At some point she had acquired the cloth he had used as a kilt. She held it in one hand and alternated between staring at it and him. Eventually, she approached him slowly. Jason stiffened slightly as she approached but didn't protest. Nene gently tied the cloth around his waist again.

Perhaps too gently. Perhaps taking a bit too much time, as well. And perhaps she tried to smell him a bit while she was close.

Or perhaps that was all in Jason's imagination. She finished tying on his kilt and left. That wasn't quite necessary, as Jason still could have put it on himself, even with his hands tied. There was enough slack to the leash he still had a fair amount of movement. But still, it was nice, having her that close, her hands brushing against him. Her trying to not stare at his member before it was covered up, and her stealing glances anyway.

No, he hadn't imagined it. She was, at the very least, curious about him.

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