Chapter 2: Grappling with Goblins
The goblin was in trouble. She was pinned under a boulder, her pelvis and legs crushed. She hadn't been able to feel anything below her belly button for hours now. Her companions had abandoned her when she first became trapped, which was the goblin way. If you couldn't keep up, you got left behind. Tak, the goblin god, taught that survival belonged to survivors. If you couldn't survive on your own, you couldn't pray to him for help. He would not help her. The goblin knew she would die soon. She just wished that her companions had had the decency to slit her throat before they left.
No, she didn't wish that. She wanted to live. She hadn't even had any goblings yet! Not that she hadn't tried, but none of the man goblins had ever been able to catch her. And the ones she'd let catch her couldn't get her pricks past her huge butt. And now they wouldn't have any more chances to try.
There was one thing she could try, one last desperate action: she knew about another god. The goblin women whispered in secret about a goddess who watched over the small folk, like dwarves and gnomes, and even goblins, if they called on her. She was the last hope for goblins, because once you called on her, Tak would never take you back. You could never return to the goblin tribes. You would be forever an outcast.
But the goblin knew that she had no other hopes left. She would never return to her tribe. She would call on the goddess, or she would die here.
"Shorsena," she croaked in a dusty voice, "they say you save small folk. Me small folk. You save me, me no love Tak, me love you forever. Please, save me." She laid her head on the ground, her last tears falling down her cheeks.
Her vision blurred and started to fade. Before it went black, she saw a light, and thought she heard music. It didn't sound like the music of Tak. She hoped it was the music of Shorsena.
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The goblin woke up without pain. She was lying on a plush cushion under the softest blanket she'd ever felt. She smelled food. She sat up and looked around. Next to her was a plate with meat and a big cup of water. Her stomach rumbled and she immediately gobbled up the meat. Then she drank the water and belched.
She rubbed her full belly then stood up to check her body, starting at the top. Someone had removed her tunic, so she was naked. Her black hair was cleaner and smoother than it ever had been and had been untangled. Her ears, which stuck out almost as wide as her face, were missing all the notches they had where other goblins had bit her. She ran her fingers down her torso, including her small breasts, and realized that someone had also washed off her protective layer of dirt. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but her skin looked as green as it ever had. She smelled herself. She didn't think she smelled like a goblin anymore. Maybe that happened when you turned your back on Tak.
She continued down to her hips. Last she could remember, they was completely crushed. She felt them, twice as wide as her shoulders, and completely restored. She felt her butt, projecting behind her like a shelf. And down to her thick thighs. Her thick thighs and butt made her the fastest goblin in her tribe, and also made it so made it so that none of the man goblins she let catch her could reach her pussy. Finally with her dainty feet. That was when she realized that her toenails and fingernails had been smoothed.
She looked around her. She was in a very strange room. The walls and floors were smooth, white, and spotless. There was a large stone tub, and a smaller one with a lid that held water. She was thirsty, but it smelled like people were pooping in it. Who would poop in water? Such a waste. A stone counter on one wall had four basins. Behind the counter... was another goblin! She started back, waiting for an attack. When none came, she raised a hand to it, and it raised a hand at the same time. She lowered her hand and it lowered its hand. When she eased forward, she realized that it was copying her exactly. Then she realized that it wasn't another goblin, it was her! The wall reflected everything in the room, like a still pool of water, or a shiny knife. There weren't four basins in the counter, only two. Cautiously, she climbed onto the counter, reached forward, and touched the wall. It felt like cool crystal. Now that she knew she was looking at herself, she got a good look, for the first time in her life. She wasn't bad looking, if she said so herself; no wonder all the man goblins wanted her. The vertical slits of her yellow eyes were open and shined in the low light of the room. She grinned and looked at her teeth. They were sharp and pointy, as a goblin's should be. In the wall she saw that behind her the source of the dim light in the room was from cracks around a closed door. The door was big, about two goblins tall.
At the back of each basin there was a pipe with what looked like turning knobs. Out of curiosity, she turned one of the knobs and was startled when water poured out. She was still thirsty, so she grabbed the cup, filled it with water, and drained it two more times. Then she turned the knob the other way and the water turned off.
She was in a clean, spotless room and woke up healed with free food and water and some kind of showing wall.
"This heaven?" she asked.
She saw her tunic hanging up and she took it down. It was also clean and was missing her smell. She put it on, pulling the back over her butt when it got caught.
Her sensitive ears heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw that the source of the dim light was the cracks around a door. She padded over to it and cocked an ear to listen more closely. It sounded like two or more people were breathing heavily, and she heard a rhythmic thudding and squeaking. As quietly as she could, she found the latch on the door and pressed it, then eased it open and peered through.
On the other side, she saw two figures on a large cushion. At first she thought they were fighting, until she saw that they were naked, and that one of them was putting his prick in the other. The two were mating, even though they were facing each other instead of the man behind the woman, as the goblins did. The woman on the bottom was about two goblins high, and was obviously a dwarf. There was no mistaking those muscles. The man was even taller, almost three goblins tall. He was as tall as a delf, but his skin wasn't gray, and his ears were too short. Then she realized that he was a human! She had never seen a human before, as they never came to the deep caves.
The goblin knew how strong dwarves were, and somehow this human had caught one. Not only caught one, but she submitted to him. Then the dwarf grabbed the human and flipped him over and pounded him from above. Had he caught her, or had she caught him? If this was Shorsena's heaven, it was stranger than she could imagine.
The goblin saw something else when they switched positions: the human's prick was huge! It was as big as her forearm! That was almost three times as long as a goblin prick!
The goblin realized something: a human who could catch a dwarf could probably catch a goblin, and a prick that size could get past her butt, too.
The goblin started to get excited. She reached her hand under her tunic and felt in her pussy. She started with one finger, rubbing it in and out. This felt nicer with smooth fingernails. She rubbed the sensitive skin down there with the smooth finger. She kept her eyes on the couple in front of her, and she matched the rhythm of her finger pumping to the rhythm of the dwarf pounding the human, imagining it was her on top of him. She stuck a second finger in and imagined it was his prick inside of her. She decided that his prick was bigger than two fingers, so she stuck a third in. Her breath sped up and if she could have seen herself, she would have seen that her vertical pupils were dilated.
Too soon, the human finished, and the dwarf collapsed on top of him.
The goblin seethed. The tiny-pricked goblins of her tribe couldn't satisfy her, and even when she was watching someone else, she couldn't finish. She let out a cry of frustration.
The human and the dwarf started and looked in her direction. Too late, she realized what she had done. She slammed the door and backed into the white room.
"Stupid goblin," she thought, "got too horny and got found. No wonder Tak abandoned you." But that was wrong, she had abandoned him. Now she was a Shorsena-worshipping goblin.
Her mind raced. She was trapped. Or was she? She prayed to Shorsenna, then she woke up healed. The human and the dwarf were probably the ones that healed her and gave her food and a bed. Maybe they wouldn't kill her. Maybe the human would even take her!
Her sensitive ears picked up a muffled conversation on the other side of the door.
"Do you think she saw us?" said the man.
"She must have," said the woman, "how embarrassing."
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Make sure she's not going to hurt us," she said.
"Put that down, I don't think she's going to attack," the human said. "I'm sure she's more afraid of us than we are of her. Besides, the stone is glowing. Shorsena approves of her."
How could they know what Shorsena thinks?
"Well, we know what the stone means," she says, "but she doesn't."
If they had a shiny stone, she definitely wanted to know all about it.
"I'm going to talk to her," said the human. "Be ready to let her out the front door."
"Be careful," the dwarf said.
The goblin looked around for a place to hide and spotted the big stone tub. With a small jump from her powerful legs, she vaulted over the rim and crouched down, peering over the edge.
The door opened, flooding the room with light. The human stood in the doorway. He had donned a pair of pants. He ducked under the doorway and entered the room. He had a necklace around his neck with a light in the middle. That must be the shiny stone they talked about. Seeing him standing there, the goblin was struck again by how tall he was. If she stood next to him, she would be barely taller than his knee. He towered. She took a deep breath, not knowing if she was scared or horny. It was both.
The human looked down at her. "Are you all right?" he asked. "We didn't mean to scare you."
The goblin didn't answer.
"We found you under that rock," he continued. "We got you out and healed you." He stepped to the side and gestured at the door. "We're not keeping you captive, you can go if you want." He pointed to the dwarf, who had wrapped herself in one of the cloths from the big cushion. She was holding the door at the other end of the room open and gesturing through it to the cave beyond. The human then backed away from the door, giving her a clear shot to freedom.
Obviously, he wanted to actually chase her.
The goblin hopped out of the tub and walked through the door, eyeing the human the whole time. She walked around the big cushion and the dwarf backed away from the door. The goblin looked through the doorway at the cave. She looked back into the room. The human had ducked through the doorway again and was looking at her.
She probably had to take the first move. She slapped her butt, sending it jiggling. "You no catch me, human!" she cried, and ran into the darkness.
A few moments later, she realized that the human wasn't following her. Maybe he couldn't see in the dark as well? She walked back to where she had left them and found a stone building like the dwarves and delfs made. It wasn't as big as the rooms she'd been in, but she was a goblin and knew her way around caves. That was the door she'd run out of. She tried the latch, but it didn't work. She walked a little ways away and gathered some pebbles. She threw them at the wooden door. Finally it opened, and the human stooped in the doorway looking out at her. He had put more clothes on, for some reason.
This human needed more encouragement. She pulled up her tunic and wiggled her bare butt at him. "Human!" she cried, "you no catch me!" Then she ran off again. She only got around one corner before she paused because he still wasn't following her.
This sucked. Not even switching gods got a prick in her pussy.
She peeked around the corner and saw the human and the dwarf standing in the light that came from the doorway.
"What was that all about?" asked the human. "First she tells me I won't catch her, then she comes back, moons me, and tells me again? Is that a goblin thing?"
"I think," the dwarf said slowly, "that she might be courting you."
The human looked at her, startled. "Courting me? By running off?"
"We learned a bit about goblins at the temple," the dwarf continued. "They worship a god called Tak, who's mantra is 'survival belongs to survivors.'"
"That's... tautological," said the human.
