You were stunned for a moment, looking her up and down. You couldn’t remember ever meeting a goblin, but this one had made a good first impression. Even in her shirt of mail, she was a sight.
The first thing you noticed were the pigtails. The rain had stained parts of her hair darker (you assumed it had done the same to yours without your noticing), but most was still a burnished blonde. Her ears had points a couple inches long, not floppy as goblin ears had been described to you. Her skin was light green like an apple, and she had freckles. The mail tapered to triangles at the bottom, like a dress on her. She was holding on to something.
The goblin was tiny; around three feet tall. Her hips were a third that wide, and she had thick thighs to match. From what you could see, she was a bit plump, but nothing above her waist could fairly be called fat. Her breasts were, you figured, average for a human-shaped person her size, perhaps somewhat smaller; you were no expert. You couldn’t see her face or her feet; the former was covered by her forearm, the latter by mud. A shame, surely, but you could only tell the obvious: that they were small.
This assessment took the whole of three seconds; you had practice. It then occurred to you that you had sexually assaulted this goblin. Your face flamed with embarrassment.
“By the Spirits, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” you said, kneeling beside her. You hesitantly put a hand on her arm.
She pushed you back, and you fell. She was strong for someone so little! “Yeah, except for my throat,” she griped, massaging her neck and sticking out her tongue, retching. She coughed. She shot you an angry pout, and you saw that she was quite pretty, with refined features and full lips, despite her tears.
“Would you cover that… thing up! It just throbbed at me.”
“Oh, the Greats, I’m really…” You tried to, honestly. You gripped it with both hands, but that left your balls on display, so you tried to cover it with one hand and put the other on your balls; that didn’t work either. You flailed, hurriedly, trying to find a position that left you with some decency as she watched you, lips barely parted, astonished at your ineptitude as you both grew more ashamed, until…
“Would you just turn around!” she shouted. “Why are you running around like that to begin with?”
“I wouldn’t be if it were my choice! I was being chased.”
She was suddenly serious. “You too? By what?”
You turned your head back to face her. Her eyes quickly moved up to meet yours. “I couldn’t see it, except for its eyes. It growled. I didn’t wait to see any more before I took off.”
She wiped her eyes. “That’s what was behind me. That doesn’t…”
A growling rose from all around. At the same time, another goblin, this one a foot and a half taller, leapt into the clearing, bow drawn and pointed at you, yelling, “Get away from her, human!”
Her head was on a swivel before she hit the ground. She was mostly naked, of course, except for straps with metal buckles, a medium-brimmed hat, and leather boots that came up to her ass. A snarl came from behind you, and the goblin loosed an arrow over your head. A scream and a blast of hot breath pounded against your head, and globs of blood splashed across your back. You sprang into a crouch, but by the time your body had turned, all you could see was a tail with long, red fur disappearing into the bushes.
“You will not escape us,” fell upon the clearing in a hoarse whisper. A rustling at the other side was the fleeing of another unseen predator.
“Druids!” cursed the goblin with the bow. This goblin’s skin was a darker green, and her ears were twice as long as the first’s, the undersides clipped to look jagged. Her dark brown hair was medium length, tied in a small braid on the left side of her face, but fell free elsewhere. She had sharp cheek- and jawbones, and a rounded nose. She was lean and toned, and her breasts would look large on a human. She nocked another arrow, and again drew the bow.
“As I was saying, human: get away from her,” she grumbled. You scrambled into a low stance, your cock swinging.
“Don’t shoot him, Sagia! He was just apologizing for… bumping into me,” she pleaded, her face only minimally flushed.
“Is that so? It looked to me as if a naked man with an erection was accosting you as you wept in the woods, Ferri. I’m happily mistaken,” Sagia droned, steely eyes on your pulsing shaft.
“Y-you know I have that effect on people! Put your bow away!” Ferri shouted, embarrassed. “And shouldn’t your bow be melting, anyway? I don’t get this stupid rain.”
“My bow and arrows are waxed with animal fat. The wooden parts, at least. It only melts plants, but the plants around here are covered in thick bark or scales, if you look closely. The grass seems to excrete the rain, or push it into its flowers,” she explained. “My favorite shirt, however, was not waxed.”
Ferri looked away. “I’m sorry for getting lost.”
Sagia sighed. “It’s a small price to pay. I’m just happy I found you. Is your charm…?” she nodded toward Ferri’s clutched hands.
Ferri clutched the charm tighter. “It’s safe. Thank you.” Sagia huffed her relief.
You stood. “I should also thank you,” you bowed. “My name is Harrod. Pleased to meet both of you, despite the circumstances.” You grimaced another apology at Ferri.
Sagia raised an eyebrow. “Lose the boner and I’ll consider accepting your thanks.” She helped Ferri to her feet. “Let’s get back to the wagon. Bim and Bok are waiting.”
“Hold on,” interjected Ferri, resisting. “We can’t just leave Harrod here. He’s more naked than either of us, plus he’s alone.” She leaned in to whisper to Sagia, “I think he’s lost.”
Your boner was just now wilting. “I am.” They both looked at you. “Lost, I mean. I don’t even know the name of this forest.”
Ferri crossed her arms, not budging an inch. “That settles it. We’re taking him with us.”
Sagia smiled grimly and ground her teeth, suppressing a groan. “Classic Ferri. Always bringing in strays.”
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