Green Rose of the Underground

This is an epic and filthy tale of a naive young Goblin who sets out for adventure, and finds a lot more than she could ever imagine. There is a plot and character development to go along with the smut. All characters involved in spicy and sexual shenanigans are over the age of 18.

The first few chapters are mostly set-up, but there will be plenty of debauchery to come. Also, while the beginning paints a grim picture, I assure you things do quickly get happier and little more wholesome.

Do feel free to leave comments and review, but please, take it easy on me.

It's my first time *_*

Without further adieu...

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The cold light of dawn arrived outside Thix's barred window. In the corner of the stone cell, barely a tiny huddled shape of rags in the darkness, she cowered and softly wept.

Thix regretted running away from her clan's little cave more deeply and profoundly than ever she had before, and there had been many moments of regret. How stupid she'd been. She'd yearned for freedom, for adventure. So foolish. The sour knot in her stomach grew, and grew.

In the morning, when the sun finally came up, or whenever the 'tall people' decided it was morning she would be hanged.

The old man, who had kept her as his slave for more than the past two years, had once shown her a woman being hanged and threatened the same would happen to her if she ever tried to escape. It was a truly awful way to die. At least he wouldn't be around to jeer at her.

The worst part... was that it had been an accident. Oh, she had wanted to kill him many, many times, but Thix was a coward at heart. All she'd done was instinctively try to shove him away from her after he'd begun hitting her again with the beating stick, and then he'd tripped and fallen over and then... 'whack'. Smashed his head right on the corner of the hearth. Maybe, if she'd been one of the 'tall people', if she looked like one of them. If she'd been able to speak like one of them... but no. It wouldn't change anything in the end.

Thix knew she should hate them for treating her the way they did. For allowing that horrible old man to make her work for him, and abuse her the way he did. It wasn't in her nature though. Instead, she just felt full of a horrible misery and confusion. How could they? Why were their eyes so full of disgust when they looked at her? Was she really so different from them? So what if she was half their height and her skin the green of pretty pine tree needles? She had two legs, two arms, two eyes, one nose, one mouth.

It didn't matter. Fighting through the despair, Thix removed the holey blanket of wool from over her head and stared out the window into the brightening sky. It hurt her eyes. Still, she needed to give her eyes time to adjust before they came for her, because she'd be brought out into the sunlight soon and the thought of being blinded only filled her with more terror.

Thix had always been told she had beautiful eyes. Large, round, the rich red color of those precious stones the 'humans', the 'tall people' called garnets. Her father had said that they sparkled just like those jewels.

Her hair, that had once been a glossy black like the spaces between the stars, had become dull and matted over the years she'd spent as a slave. Even that had been taken from her though, no matter how much she'd screamed and fought. Two of her muscle-bound jailors had held her down when she struggled, as the third chopped off her beautiful long hair... She rubbed at what remained with her four thick fingers, a field of messy darkness atop the contours of her skull. Mourning. The stark shortness made Thix's long triangular ears seem all the larger and more awkward.

A part of her cursed her difference from them. Cursed her big red eyes. Cursed her sensitive jutting ears. Cursed the sharpness of her features. Cursed that which set her apart.

Would she get breakfast at least? One final meal? Even if it was that mushy grain it would be better than nothing.

As she waited, turning her face away as the brutal sun finally crested the window of her cell, Thix came to terms that there would be no breakfast. No final kindness. Thix was just a filthy vicious 'goblin' not worthy of their kindness. In perhaps minutes, perhaps hours, she'd be a dead goblin. It turned out to be only minutes. The far-off slam of a door, and the jingling of keys announced the presence of her doom. She wanted to go home. Thix found herself praying. Muttering the words desperately to herself.

"Oh please, by Vorkah below, just let this be a dream... please, please please."

Let her wake up in her own den of the cave, surrounded by her little brothers and sisters cuddling close for warmth. Her garnet eyes tracked the shadows as they approached her cell, and Thix began to cower and shiver anew. Drawing the blanket around her as if somehow it could protect her. Fight them? She was too terrified, and besides what good would it do? What if they thought of something even worse to do to her? She'd heard tales about the evil devices that their kind had invented.

The Wide One opened the cell door. That was how she'd come to think of him, broad all over with a square fat face obscured by a long brown beard. He was the leader of the village probably, and his eyes had no sympathy for her. The other two men, armored in leather and their faces hooded, stood behind him. The Wide One entered the cell and ripped the blanket away from her grasp.

Despite the futility and the absurdity of it, Thix trembled and tried to shield her body from his eyes. She was so starkly unlike them, but Thix swore she saw some cruel and frightening hunger in the eyes of the men. They'd leered and stared at her short round figure. Not at all like the willowy and too long shapes of human women. Thix had once been proud of her body too. That felt like a lifetime ago. Despite the hardships of her clan's stark existence, Thix had a naturally full figure. She had the motherly hips, thick thighs, large round buttocks, and plump heavy breasts that were considered blessings by I'shu. To her own, she had been considered quite beautiful.

The two guards behind The Wide Man spoke with each other, laughing, their eyes feasting on her. Thix had heard the humans talking about her before and if she couldn't understand their words, she thought she understood the tone of the comments they made. It made her heart pound. To her own horror and shame, she felt herself responding to the unspoken desire. Her nether lips throbbed in time with her pulse, flushing with blood. Would the men force themselves on her? Before she died? One final mockery? Thrusting their vile corrupting seed inside of her belly in the futile ambition of filling her womb before her execution? She was filled with dread at the idea, but despite that, a primitive and desperately carnal instinct cried out for satisfaction against her will.

Would it be worse to be taken and used? Or to die a virgin? Without ever fulfilling the will of Vorkah? Of surrendering to the sacred and elemental bliss of mating. At least, that's how it had been described to her. Thix had meant to be home in time for the ceremony, but there would be no rite of womanhood for her. No gathering of experienced and caring partners initiating her into that ancient gift for the first time.

Mustering the only bit of defiance left available to her, Thix clenched her heavy thighs together and tightened her manacled arms around her chest. If that was what they wanted from her, she wouldn't show them any willingness. The Wide One gripped the chain connecting her iron bonds and pulled her to her feet. Her generous 3'2" figure wobbling as Thix tried to find her balance. No sooner had she done so than she was being pulled, dragged out of the cell.

She struggled to keep up with the long strides of the human men. One of the guards, she didn't know which one, grabbed her by the ass. The human's taunting voice echoed off the walls of the jail. His long fingers cruelly digging into her fatty flesh, thumb drawing along the sensitive crease between her cheeks. Thix let out a sob of self-disgust as desire flooded through her anew. One final prayer was answered at least, the man was forced to take his hand away before reaching the hairs of her moistening womanhood.

Then light. Terrible, hard, and all-encompassing surrounded her. Even as Thix narrowed her eyes, she knew her pupils must be as two little specks. The violent light of the sun was accompanied by a deafening tide of bitter jeers, and shouts in the human's hammer like language. She didn't speak enough of that regions particular tongue to make herself understood, and she hadn't found one person in the horrible village of wood and stone willing to speak it with her anyway. Thix shut her eyes tight as she was marched, naked and helpless, down the dirt path between her final lodging and the nightmarish machine with its cruel ropes and that heartless merciless lever.

She hadn't yet adjusted to the light, and they were already there. Thix was forced to hurry up the stairs of the platform in quick hopping steps so she wouldn't fall when The Wide One yanked her chain. The crowd must have thought it was funny, for they laughed. It might be funny in a rather disturbed and bleak sort of way. 'Look at the little Goblin Girl! See how she goes so hastily to her death.'

Thix began to cry again, with high keening wails of inner anguish and panic, as the two assistants unclasped her manacles just so they could bind her arms behind her back. Through squinting gaze she beheld the men and women in blurry glimpses. So ugly with their small features twisted in hostility. Many of them were right up close so they could get a good view while she dangled, kicked, and croaked for them. There were a few in back who looked on... perhaps with regret? It was hard to tell from so far. Thix resolved herself to believe it. Perhaps at least, there were some of the humans here who didn't want her to die.

It was odd the things she noticed then. Everything came in flashes. Tiny images caught in time. Between the painful blinking against the sunlight, she saw how it was the beginning of autumn, for the leaves of the trees were becoming the orange of flame. A cart of fresh apples was left untended in the market. Thix would have loved to bite into one, one last time. There was a beautiful wagon painted pale blue, pulled by truly magnificent steeds. Beasts that Thix would have loved simply to stare at, and if they did not frighten at her, perhaps to pet.

The rope, went around her neck. Whichever guard had been given the duty carefully tightened it before leaving off enough slack for the fall. The Wide One began speaking to the crowd, loudly. It went on for a while. The crowd becoming more inflamed at his speech. It made the fear worse, but it also filled Thix with a slowly building anger. After everything? After what she'd done? Had been done to her? The damn creature had the arrogance and cruelty to make her wait.

Thix turned her eyes downward. Her eyes drifted down her body, to the trail of untamed black hairs from her stomach to between her legs. Focused on the rough wood beneath her bare feet, she tugged helplessly at the chain binding her hands behind her. She wished foolishly but desperately they could at least not make her stand there waiting her death without any clothes at all. Was this how her last moments would be spent?

Her attention was called back to the moment as The Wide One turned. His form shaded her, blocking out the sun. The man's bearded face lined with anger, and he began laying words down upon her like cold slabs of stone. Regardless of course that she couldn't understand a word.

That was the moment. The single, magical, and unbelievable shard of time. Like a shining jewel.

A single shout rolled out above the crowd, and silence fell in its wake. Out of the corner of her eyes, someone climbed down from the blue wagon. It was still too bright to raise her head, but by little glimpses and blinks Thix caught as many details as she could. Matching coat and trousers of black, a loose shirt of white, and a splash of blue about the waist. The figure strode forward, the crowd parting before them. Thix tried to get a better look, but The Wide One moved and blocked her sight. She shivered, and listened, frightened and bewildered at the conversation. Her eyes flitting to the crowd staring at the newcomer, then to the back of the heavyset human intent on sentencing her to death.

The two began to argue. It grew heated, until the stranger finished in an emphatic tone and everything was quiet again. It was silent in fact, for a long painful moment. It was broken by an object bouncing off the wooden floor of the gallows and rolling so that it landed at Thix's feet. Her eyes wanted to open wide, and it was only the bright sun that stopped them from doing just that. It was a gold coin. A big, shiny, disc of gold was laying right there. Her people had little use for gold, and all knew not to wear it because of the Tall People's hunger for the metal. It was something precious to them, and the basis for their system of trade. They might steal it. Kill for it.

The Wide One spoke in a faltering tone of voice, and suddenly hands were tugging at the rope around her neck. The bonds about Thix's wrists were undone, and she was marched in a stupor down the wooden steps and away from death. In stunned silence, tears still streaming down her face, she glimpsed more gold coins being exchanged. Enough to fill both of the Wide One's hands.

She was shoved forward, stumbling and tripping. Right into the arms and solid figure of the finely dressed stranger. Thix could tell from the softness and cleanness of the fabric beneath her cheek, and the smell. Fresh, and floral. She raised her eyes up, and up, until she was staring into the face of a human man.

His hair was the gold of barley stalks, or the coin that he'd tossed at her feet, and it near glowed where the sun shined through. She was struck by the refinement of his features. He was very clean, and had that unusual appealing smoothness and symmetry that humans had, but unmarred by cruelty. Even if he was a human... it was a handsome face. One she found she liked looking at. Angular, but not harsh. He had no beard and appeared young, and his eyes were clear and shined through the distance between them like river stones.

Shivering, Thix stared. Her world upended around her. The breeze chilly as it blew along her bare skin. She'd just been sold.

Despite the knowledge she must now do her best to be a good slave no matter what was to come, Thix sagged to her knees in exhaustion and wrapped her arms around the two slender legs of her savior. With fresh messy sobs, mucous dripping from her stubby button of a nose, her naked pine-green skin becoming soiled with mud in the cold dawn air, Thix babbled over and over in words she knew he wouldn't recognize but perhaps through the grace and mercy of Vorkah he would understand.

"Thank you! I'll be good! Thank you! I'll be good!"