All characters are OVER 18.
Please excuse my frequent use of the word "boy". This implies "Femboy" or "Submissive Male", not a child or someone underaged.
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This chapter contains some really weird sexual activity. This is probably the strangest thing I've ever written. It definitely won't be for everyone. And it's even really strange for my standards and I wrote it. Feel free to skip the sex scene.
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This chapter features the following:
Angry confrontation, light threats of violence, combative flirting, bet involving sex mention, pheromone mentions, implied medical setting, some horny "doctor" tropes, femdom, latex gloves, Magic and fantasy aspects, forced temporary erectile dysfunction, clothed female partial nude male, penis deformation, light body deformation, excessive urethral insertion, prostate insertion, fingering, tough femboy to slut, light humiliation, small penis humiliation, "sissy" humiliation, getting "knocked up" tease, pearl
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Please Enjoy
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The sun had yet to rise but Orion was up. He sat on the edge of his bed and wiped a hand across his sleepy face before pushing himself up and onto his feet.
Everyone was still asleep while the goblin boy worked out. Running himself through his regular morning calisthenics.
Orion liked having a routine. It felt good to have a constant in life. It was part comfort, part compulsive. He had good reason to work out. A strong body meant protection. His old adventuring party captain had taught him that.
Having finished his workout and taking a cold shower, Orion headed back downstairs.
"Morning." Eleanor smiled at him, she was behind the counter, lifting a large oak cask into its spot on the back wall.
"Need any help?" Orion asked. Jumping the railing of the stairs, he was already beside her within a couple seconds, bracing a hand on the barrel.
It was a site to see. Eleanor didn't look like a strong woman, no rippling muscles, and a bit of pudge in the hips and thighs. But because of her quarter orc heritage, she was much stronger than the average human.
Eleanor let out a little laugh. "Don't worry, I've got it." She chuckled, setting the full barrel down into place.
This wasn't the first time Eleanore had single handedly heaved a large mead cask up onto the barrel rack, and surely wouldn't be the last. But to her it was cute seeing Orion's caring side peak out from his usual abrasive exterior.
She reached down and with a gentle hand, tousled his hair.
Orion would have immediately decked anyone who'd dare try to do such a thing to him. But this was big sis Eleanor. The woman who'd cared when no one else did. He gave her a rare smile.
"Let me know next time. I'll lend a hand." He said as he turned to walk away.
"I appreciate it.'
Orion stride to the corner and grabbed the broom before turning and headed to the front door. This too was part of his routine. Almost every morning he would sweep the paved area in front of the tavern. No one had ever asked him to do this, but he felt it made the place look more inviting.
He'd sweep out the dust, sand any puke from the night before, and scare off any passed out drunks. Just part of a day's work.
There was a whistle, and Orion looked up to see a woman pointing him out, and a familiar face beside her lock on target.
Orion recognized the woman making her way towards him, it had been the first official day of their challenge. The large Orc woman had gotten a little too handsy with Luca, so Orion had gotten handsy in his own way. With a punch to the nuts and a knee to the forehead, he'd knocked the drunk red orc clean out.
Orion grabbed the broom tightly in his hands, anticipating a confrontation. He'd planned to swing the thin wood broom like a bat, hopefully break it over her face and proceed to spear her with the splintered end, if he had too.
He bared his sharp goblin teeth as she got closer.
"Oh so you remember me." She taunted, closing the distance between them.
"Your face remembers my knee." Orion spat back.
He'd dealt with horny liquored up guests looking for sex on a daily basis. But this was different. Sober and looking for a fight was much less common.
As she got within range, Orion swung the broom. For it only to be caught in her hand as her other grabbed a fist full of his shirt.
"You're going to need much more than a little piece of wood if you want to take me on." She growled, bearing her tusked maw at the boy.
It was almost instinctive, what Orion did next.
"Oh I'll show you a piece of wood." Orion said, cheekily sticking out his tongue and giving her a rude finger.
The red orc snarled, picking up the goblin boy by his shirt and slamming him into the tavern wall, rattling the front window.
"That a threat!?"
Orion watched as the light in her eyes shifted and he knew he'd gotten her hook, line and sinker.
Adventurers like her, only seemed to care about two things, fighting and banging, and for this Futa in particular, Orion could tell that the line between the two was incredibly thin.
"Your little twig?!" She scoffed, "I'll show you a-"
"The hell is going on out here!?!" Eleanor came bursting out of the tavern doors, overhearing the commotion.
"Go back inside, Bit-"
"Foreplay!" Orion answered, cutting off the red orc.
Orion's eyes flicked between the futa's angry smirk and Eleanor's worried scowl.
"It's fine, Eleanor." Orion said, trying to reassure her.
Eleanor was conflicted, she trusted Orion, he'd shown over and over that he could handle himself but this was different. The tavern owner didn't move, just looked at him, any sign of distress and Eleanor would immediately intervene. But his eyes just pleaded to let him handle it.
Eleanor shot daggers at the orc futa, walking backwards into the tavern.
She laughed. "Your little mommy came to save you."
"I can handle myself."
"But you can't handle me." She said, confidence and venom brimming in her voice.
Orion laughed. "I handle she-ogres twice your size, nightly." He lied. Orion's self defense had turned into horny personal amusement. He liked goating on cocky Futas, it meant they had more of a reason to show off later.
"But you haven't had me." She flashed an evil, tusked smirk.
A whistle from down the street interrupted the strangely combative flirting. The pair looked. It was the woman from earlier, hurrying the red orc away.
"How about we make a deal?" She said, turning back to Orion. "You spend a night with me and by the time it's over, that smart little mouth of yours will be begging to leave this dirt hole to be my personal cock sleeve."
Orion rolled his eyes at her overconfidents. "And if I don't?" He asked, curious to what she'd wager.
The red orc reached down and felt a pouch at her side, Orion heard the jingling of small coins.
"How about a trinium?" She said confidently.
Orion damn near burst out laughing. A Trinium was a high value coin, about 100 gold, used for large purchases or rewards. "You don't have a Trinium." He said, calling the orc poor.
Her brow furrowed and she pushed him harder into the wall. "I will after this quest is done." She let go, the goblin boys dangling feet finally returning to the ground. "I'll be back in a couple of days. Don't wait up." She mocked, walking away.
"And you better bring a Trinium, or no deal!" He shouted after her.
Orion breathed and picked up the broom. Adjusting his shirt to cover his boner, before heading inside.
Eleanor stood on the other side of the door, arms crossed, almost startling him.
"Oh, it's fine. I handled it." He spoke trying to walk around her.
"You can't have sex with her."
Eleanor's stern demeanor and matter of fact tone, made her seem like his actual big sister.
Orion stammered, a loss for words. Eleanor had never stopped or restricted the boys from doing anything they wanted, at least if it didn't bring harm to them. She definitely didn't care previously who they slept with.
"You'll lose." She continued.
"Oh. No, I won't cum. I'll make sure-"
"I'm not talking about the No Nut Novembereth thing, Orion. I'm talking about the bet you made with her."
The small goblin boy felt lost. Did Eleanore really think he'd give into some cocky futa. He'd slept with a lot of guests in his time here considering themselves the best lay in the lands. Though there were even a few, he never admit it to himself, but part of him wished they'd blow back through town and bed him again. But he'd never abandon the tavern just because of some good lady pipe.
"She's a red orc." Eleanor explained. "They can release a very powerful pheromone, it's addictive and sends you into a sexual high. And they say their cum is even more potent than that. They call red orc's -slut makers- for a reason. That's why she was so cocky making her bet. You won't win."
Orion's mind swirled with all the new information. He hadn't known that about red orc's, they were fairly rare as it was, and this woman had probably been the first one of her kind in their tavern all year.
He contemplated his next moves. If he had known about her weird sex ability, he probably wouldn't have taken the deal. Though a depraved part of him was curious to experience it for himself.
"She probably won't come back. But if she does, I'll handle it." He said, and Eleanor watched the goblin boy walk away, leaving her feeling a little on edge.
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Later that morning after breakfast, most of the boys sat around in the kitchen.
Orion finished up his second breakfast. Quinn sat across from him reading some novel. From the light pink in the timid boy's cheeks, Orion figured it was something smutty.
Also at the table was Nova, going through a stack of mail. Most of it was for Eleanor but occasionally, Nova would receive a letter or two. Orion didn't know who was writing to him, but knowing Nova, it was probably some futa who'd passed through here that he'd honey trapped. Maybe even a couple of them.
