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🕑 Added 2024-12-21 19:42:01 +0000 UTCEfea dashed to the side, narrowly avoiding the wolf’s dripping fangs. She pulled out her dagger, trying to steady her adrenaline filled hands. The wolf slowly circled her, its low growl echoing against the stone walls of the dungeon.
It dashed again. Its speed was dizzying, barely allowing her time to pull her blade up. It clashed between the wolf’s gnarling teeth. The force of the tackle knocked Efea off her feet. Efea grunted against the wolf’s relentless assault, straining fruitlessly to push the beast from atop her. The beast thrashed, forcing Efea’s fingers to ache in a desperate attempt to keep the blade in hand.
Efea’s hands frantically searched down her side. She closed her eyes with her head to the side, feeling a drip of bloodied saliva from the wolf’s nightmarish fangs drip across her neck. Her breath heavied, finally finding the second dagger attached to her hip. She grabbed it, frantically thrusting it into the wolf’s underbelly. With a loud yip, the trashing silenced. The creature's hulking frame collapsed on top of her.
Efea pressed feverishly against the wolf’s weight, straining to wiggle out from beneath the massive creature. Her movements became panicked, as exhaustion and the fear of being trapped beneath it rushed over her. Near the limits of stamina, she was finally able to slither free.
Efea collapsed against the cool stone, trying to calm her ragged breaths. Her stomach churned with the departing adrenaline, barely able to keep her empty stomach down. She dropped the knives, their clank against the stone causing her body to jump. She ran her shaking fingers through her hair. Her eyes closed as she focused all her effort on slowing her breaths.
Efea finally opened her eyes. She stared down at the wolf’s corpse, finally taking the time to study it.
Without her impending death, the wolf looked far less imposing. Its ribs were visible through its matted fur, and it had a large infected gash on its hind leg. Efea ran an exasperated hand down her face. This thing was already on death's door, and yet it still almost killed her. The only saving grace was with the wolf in that state, it was safe to assume it was abandoned by the pack, and was likely on its own.
Efea collected her knives, wiping them on her pants before resheathing them. She took one last look at the wolf. Even in its damaged state, the hide could still be worth something. But the creature was slightly larger than her, and she hadn’t eaten in over a day. Its hide wouldn’t fetch enough coin to make it worth the energy spent trying to collect it. She would have to settle for the only payoff for beating it being another day breathing. Her only choice was to gamble on finding more coin deeper in.
The Anfang Mines were an already explored dungeon. The benefit of this was there were very rarely monsters within its walls. The downside? Most loot was already scavenged. But for Efea, that was the best she could hope for. As a goblin, there were very few monsters she was able to best.
Because of her stature, she focused most of her effort on developing her thief skills. Stealth to avoid combat, and practice noticing hidden compartments and trap doors allowed her to scrounge a living off the scraps of cleared dungeons.
“Maybe it's time to move on…” Efea mumbled to herself. She had spent a few weeks scraping the bones of the Anfang Mines already. But she didn’t have much coin left, and the closest cleared dungeon was a full day’s travel. She hoped she could at least find enough to cover rations for the way there.
She was about to give up, when something caught her eye. It was a rock wall with various stones protruding different amounts. At first glance, it seemed like the stones were at random depths. But running her hand along the wall, there was a large number of stones all sharing the same depth, with the protruding stones all sticking out varying amounts from that base wall. Every stone was pulled out from that base wall, giving the illusion that the depths were random. Every stone but one. One that was pushed in, sitting deeper than the original layer of the wall.
Efea ran her hand softly against the stone, feeling along the edges of it. After various checks, from tapping surrounding stones to magnetic tests, she felt confident the stone was not boobytrapped. With a significant amount of Efea’s force, she managed to push the stone in, causing a loud grumble as a few of the stones retreated inwards, opening a small corridor.
Butterflies fluttered in Efea’s stomach. Hidden doors often lead to serious loot. She pressed her hands together, thanking her previous self for sticking it out for another day.
The corridor was surprisingly small, even for her. The black of the air forced her to squint, straining the limits of her dark vision. Cobwebs constantly trailed across her hair and face, causing her to squirm as she crawled through the cramped tunnel.
The space finally opened up, allowing Efea to stand once again. It was an octagonal shaped room. Each wall, aside from the one she entered through, had strange scripts scribed across its surface. She tilted her head, trying to rack her brain to see if any of the symbology or characters were familiar, but there weren’t.
In the center of the room was a pedestal. Facing each of the walls was a different colored gemstone. One of the gemstones, the amethyst, had a large ring placed alongside it. The others had various shaped indents by their gems, but were all empty. In the center of all the gemstones sat a smaller black stone ring, with slightly glowing purple characters, reminisce of the strange scripts across the walls.
Efea’s heart began to beat faster. This was no ordinary hidden room. She cursed under her breath, condemning her stupidity for walking in here so nonchalantly without checking for triggers. She carefully studied the stones beneath her feet, as well as the pedestal. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find any traps. Was a room this ominous really so safe?
“Fuck it,” Efea groaned. She pulled off her bag, shuffling through it and pulling out a parchment scroll. These were expensive, but this wasn’t the kind of situation to be flippant. She sat on the floor besides the pedestal, unrolling the scroll across the stone. She placed her hands on each side of the runic markings inked across the scroll, taking a deep breath.
“Detect” She whispered. The runes on the paper began to glow, lifting off the page as they swirled around the pedestal. Efea’s eyes glowed as the arcane characters flowed into her chest, leaving the room dark once again, and the parchment scroll blank.
Information flowed into her mind. It didn’t come as words, but instead as an innate understanding. The pedestal was not trapped, however it did contain a high level enchantment she was unable to ascertain, but knew was of no danger to her. The gemstones were average gemstones, with no arcane enchantments. The rings however, were powerfully enchanted. Cursed, to be precise.
Efea groaned. Cursed?! Why did they have to be cursed?! She knew from the detect spell that they were powerful artifacts, most likely worth an inane amount of coin. But she couldn’t just pocket cursed items without a care in the world.
It’s okay, this will be worth it. Efea comforted herself, pulling out another scroll from her pouch. She used the tips of her knives to carefully lift the rings off the pedestal, and placed them on the parchment. She took a deep breath
“Identify,” She whispered. The arcane letters lifted from the page, swirling around the rings before shooting into Efea’s chest.
“Oh my God!” Efea burst out, quickly pulling the corners of the parchment up to cover the rings, as if even the dungeon walls seeing her with those rings was indecent. Her cheeks burned. Who would even make artifacts like this?! Efea wrapped the rings in the parchment, too embarrassed to even show them again. Once they were folded safely, she placed them into her pouch.
Efea sighed. What a waste of two scrolls. And each one costs three weeks of food, too… But there was no way she could sell them. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to take them, just from how embarrassing it would be to have someone discover them in her possession. But they were high level cursed objects. She couldn’t bear to leave them behind. If only I was a mage, Efea thought to herself, jealous of their ability to cast such spells for free. She picked up the rest of the gems, grinning as she pocketed them. At least it wasn’t a total waste. Those gems would sell for a high amount. She flipped her pouch onto her back, leaving the dungeon.
The trek back to town was long, all the while she struggled to keep the thought of the rings out of her head. Sin’s Harem: A cursed object set, of which she had the master and pride ring. Whoever wore the pride ring would have their cock shrunk with every orgasm, while the pleasure of the orgasm and cock size would be stolen and transferred to the wearer of the master ring. Efea’s cheeks were warm the whole walk. As she approached the city gates, Efea pulled her hood up, lowering her head.
Efea pushed through the crowded streets. The smell of smoke and seared venison filled the air, with the warm glow of hung torches lighting the stone and wood settlement. Being at everyone’s hip height, Efea was able to quickly scurry through the crowd. She stopped by a jeweler, exchanging her seven gemstones for a hefty bag of coin, carefully stowing it away with a wide grin. With such a score, she was going to make the most of it!
Efea cracked open the doors of the Silvernight Inn. It was a high class tavern and inn. Normally she’d never have the opportunity to stay in such a place, but after a few weeks of tents and river bathing, she was desperate for a bed and a warm bath. She sat at one of the tables near the corner, taking in the lively ambience.
“How can I help you?” A tall thin man approached the table, scrawling something in his notepad. He had curly brown hair and an apron on. “Might I interest you in our special tonight, it's a delightful..” The main trailed off as he looked up from his pad. “Um, Miss, this is the Silvernight Inn. We can’t be serving just anyon–”
“I’ll have the potato stew, please.” Efea cut him off, sliding a silver coin across the table, a little over double the cost of the meal. She pulled her hood down further across her face, turning away from the waiter and resting her head on her hand. The man sighed, taking the coin and leaving.
Efea clenched her fist, but the anger quickly passed. She had expected it before coming in. Humans weren’t very inviting to her kind. She didn’t blame them too much, since many of her brethren attacked humans on the roads, but it didn’t make the look in their eyes any less painful. She took a deep breath, pushing the thought from her mind. It wasn't a big deal. Having to pay extra is just the goblin tax. A small price to pay for being so adorable, Efea joked to herself.
Efea returned her attention to the tavern, distracting herself with people watching as she waited for her food.
As little as humans accepted her, she loved to be around them. Each person was an unique mosaic, their life full of tiny details no one would bother to notice except the person living it. Efea liked to try and guess what some of the details were. Maybe the guy at the bar kept shifting on his stool because his bed was old and made his back tense. Or the girl he was talking to was a long lost crush, and he was feeling extra nervous. She grinned to herself.
The doors to the inn swung open. Efea’s eyes widened, instinctively pulling her hood further across her face. It was Lylianna!
Lylianna was a well-known mage of the town. She was a taller, slender and elegant elf, with a full chest and beautiful draping robes. She carried a knotted staff, with a vibrant light blue gem glowing in its center. However, her most beautiful features began above her shoulders.
Elves were a beautiful people. They had defined, alluring features, somehow accomplishing the dyad of sharp beauty and soft grace. And Lylianna was a step above the rest. Her face was a work of wonder. She had piercing golden eyes that seemed to glow with their luster, framed by silken light blue hair that draped to her legs. Efea blushed simply at her sight, struggling to maintain her gaze from the shine of her presence.
Lylianna was not only beautiful, she was powerful. She was one of the original clearers of the Anfang mines, and the leader of her party. It was uncommon for mages to run parties, so her talent and beauty quickly made her somewhat of a local celebrity.
The inn erupted with her presence, patrons pouring from their chairs eager to greet her. The two girls she entered with acted as a break, softening the wave of enthusiastic fans. Lylianna beamed at them, happily greeting each and every one.
Efea couldn't help but be caught in her trance. For how popular she was, it was mesmerizing to see the attention she seemed to give each and every person. A few minutes had passed, and she hadn't managed to make it more than a couple feet inside. If Efea was in her shoes, the barrier of people preventing her from getting to her table and getting some food would infuriate her. But she saw no sign of Lylianna’s patience waning, nor her smile fading.
Efea's stew came as the commotion was dying down. Her waiter spared her the attitude she was expecting, eager to get her service out of the way so he could return to working the floor where Lylianna had taken a central table.
Efea gobbled it up. She hadn't had a real meal in over a day, and the hearty meat and potatoes hit the spot.
With her stomach finally full, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. She scooped up the last droplets of broth, resisting the urge to lick the bowl. She hopped down from her chair, quickly making her way to the front desk.
“I'd like a room, please.” The innkeeper took a moment to look down at her, trying not to miss the lively conversation on the floor.
“Yeah, of course. Would you like clothing services?” Efea looked down at her garb. It was matted with dirt, and a little residual blood from the wolf.
“Yes please.” One of the Silvernight Inn’s selling points was its location. It was located over a natural hot spring, whose water they used to offer public baths and laundry services. The innkeeper finally broke his gaze off Lylianna's table, his smile fading substantially when he saw what he was servicing.
“That’ll be 2 gold coins.” The man stated with stark conviction. Efea's eyes flashed to the sign behind him, clearly offering their services for half that. Efea sighed, sliding the coins across the table.
“Room 104,” the man slid the key across the wood. “Leave your clothes in the bin just outside the door. A towel for the baths and a nightgown will be inside the room for you to wear until tomorrow. The baths close two hours after nightfall. You can go then.”
“...Thank you,” Efea grabbed the key, quickly hurrying down the hall.
“You can go then” Efea mocked under her breath as she opened her room door. Whatever. That just means she gets the bath to herself! Efea huffed inside, tossing her pouch on the floor.
For the expense of the room, it was pretty modest. A twin sized bed, a small table, a wooden chair, and a stone fireplace in the wall. As much as Efea wanted to flop onto the bed, she didn't want to dirty it before her bath. She pulled her chair to the window, cracking it before taking a seat. She closed her eyes, enjoying the evening air as she waited for her turn for the baths.
“Kyaa!” Efea gleed, feeling the warm water wash down her body. She scooped up another bucket from the steaming stream, dumping it on her head once again. She finished scrubbing her hair, giving her body one last cleaning before scooping another bucket. She rang the water from her hair, before making her way to the soaking baths.
The bathhouse was its own isolated building to the side of the inn. It had a section meant for cleaning yourself, and then a section meant for soaking. The water of the soaking bath was still continually fed and replaced by the spring, but it was common courtesy to clean before soaking regardless.
Efea placed her towel on the wooden rack, slowly wading into the bath. It was heaven. Every inch of her skin tingled against the intoxicating warmth. She tried to sit down, nearly dunking herself, since the depth of the stone slab around the edges was sized for humans. She giggled, bobbing in the water before bouncing back to her feet. She walked along the edge until she found a shallow enough spot for her on the far end of the bath.
She hadn't realized how much she needed this. She could feel muscles she didn't even know she was tensing finally begin to unwind. She sighed contently, slumping down to let the water rise to just below her nose. She smiled, feeling the warmth bubble against her lips.
The door to the bathhouse opened loudly, shaking Efea out of her impending nap. She sat up, listening intently as the clamor of voices and footsteps echoed off the walls. The group spent a few minutes cleaning, before finally entering the large soaking area.
Efea’s jaw dropped. It was Lylianna and her two accompanying girls! The girls dropped their towels as Lylianna dipped her toe in the water, testing the temperature. Efea sunk deeper into the far side of the bath, attempting to let the water and steam shield her from the gaze. Her own gaze however, was transfixed between Lylianna's legs.
She knew Lylianna had a large chest and stunning figure, since it was visible through her robes. What she didn't know was that she had an absolutely massive member between her legs. Efea was mesmerized, slowly running a hand up her arm, trying to gauge her size in comparison.
Maybe I could talk to her, Efea thought to herself. She had admired her from afar for quite some time. She was so friendly with all the people in the inn!
Efea slowly climbed out of the bath, wringing out her hair as she stalled, building the courage. She walked over to the girls, her light weight making her steps nigh inaudible.
“Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say you have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen.”
“Oh, thank you–!” Lylianna turned around, seeing no one at eye level. Her eyes dropped to find Efea. Her warm gleeful smile froze, her friendly eyes replaced with icy disdain.
“You've gotta be fucking kidding…” Efea took a surprised step back. “I have to spend all day playing nice with those bumbling humans, and then they let that in the bath? I thought this place was supposed to be high class!”
“I–I’m sorry,” Efea retreated. “I thought that–”
“Oh my god, is that actually a goblin?” One of the girls stepped around Lylianna to get a better look. “You’ll purify the water before we get in, right Lyl?”
“I suppose now I have too. We can’t be sharing the same water afterall.” Lylianna complained. One of her friends burst into laughter.
“Holy– Lyl! Look at its little cock! It’s like the size of your pinkie!” Lylianna’s ice cold eyes dropped to between Efea’s thighs, causing her to instinctively pinch her them together in an attempt to shield it. A smile cracked across her lips.
“I can’t believe it’d even show up in a public bath. God I’d die of shame if I had a body like that.” Tears began to well up in Efea’s eyes.
“I–I’m sorry, I’m just–I’ll just–” Efea scrambled towards the rack where she left her towel. She grabbed it, frantically wrapping herself as she began hurrying towards the door.
“Wait!” Lylianna commanded. Her voice sent a shiver down Efea’s spine, freezing her in place. Lylianna sauntered up, gripping into Efea’s towel and ripping it off her body.
“Silvernight Inn is supposed to be a highbrow place! If word got out that the towel they are given could’ve been used by a goblin before them?” Lylianna clicked her tongue, shaking her head.” Well, that’d make them lose a lot of business, huh?” Lylianna’s eyes burst into a glowing gold as fire erupted around the towel. Efea was frozen solid as the towel was quickly reduced to nothing, even the ash burning up and disappearing in the heat. Her friends burst into laughter, but Lylianna’s gaze remained stoic. Her eyes locked on Efea. “Scram.” A glimmer of fire flickered between her fingers.
Her command released Efea. She darted out of the bath house. Too panicked to stop at the door to check her surroundings, she left the echoes of their laughter in the dust. The night was dead silent, save for the frantic patter of her bare feet on the gravel. Her room boarded the alleyway, allowing her to bypass the inn’s entry way.. A momentary thankfulness passed through her. She scrambled up to her room, pushing open her cracked window and scurrying inside.
Efea collapsed onto the floor, resting her back against the wall. Still soaked from the bath, each droplet slowly lost its warmth to the night air, turning to ice as they trailed down her skin.
“Fuckkkk!!” Efea blurted out. She felt a stream of tears run down her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away. She wouldn’t let another stream come. Her eyes burned.
Frustration bubbled up in her, boiling like an inferno. She slammed her hand against the bed beside her. The dull thud of the cushion reduced the satisfaction she thought she’d get from it. She slammed the mattress again. And again. Again again again. She groaned through gritted teeth. “She’s such a bitch!” She saw her pouch leaning against the bed and gave it a solid kick, scattering its contents across the floor. She grabbed her hair angrily, pulling it as she fought back another wave of tears. Her frustration slowly faded. She slid her hands down her head, burying her face in them.
Many moments passed before she pulled her head up. She took a deep breath, trying to push the events of the night from her mind. What’s done is done. She told herself, standing up from the floor. Now when I see her acting all kind with all the people around her, I know she's faking. In fact, I probably know her better than anyone outside of her party after tonight. Efea continued on, trying to list reasons why that night wasn’t as bad as she thought as she walked around her room, picking up the contents of her scattered pouch. She had nearly moved on, when she saw the bundle of parchment on the floor, with a dull purple glow leaking out from one of the breaks in the wrapping.
Efea picked up the rings, staring intently at them. Lylianna’s words echoed in her mind. With every loop, her righteous indignation grew. God I’d die of shame if I had a body like that. Efea tossed the rings up, catching them deftly out of the air. Maybe she should test that.
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This story was quite a bit different than my usual, as I'm sure you noticed! When I initially was thinking about this prompt, my brain immediately went to curses, since I think those could be super fun to make up! But I had a problem... Whoever I cursed, I would end up feeling bad for haha. My solution? Make them a total bitch! xD Once I started on that path, I got caught up in designing the premise for the cursed item set, then the world for how I could make a very dislikable character, and before I knew it I had made a pseudo-comic and a more sfw focused story! Hopefully you guys still enjoyed the read, and the setup makes Lylianna's punishment just a little more sweet...
(Didn't format it like a comic, but the image series is pretty close to a comic in principle! Pretty excited about that! Maybe before long I can actually finally write one of those xD)
............ im tired
Comments
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Yeah I've definitely noticed that where there isn't really a "micro" scene for futas haha. And yeah I'm a big fan personally of the big size difference compared to balls idea haha. Think it helps with really exacerbating the shrinking xD
Neal C
Another one of my favorites. There's certainly some small futa content out there, but it's difficult to find pieces where they're *this* small, and you've done a wonderful job. Love that it's so small she can't use anything more than the tip of her finger to stimulate it, and I also love the juxtaposition with her oversized balls.
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Yes! You caught a lot of stuff that was I was leaving intentionally subtle! That's awesome haha. For the marking in the eye, that was something I spent a lot of time trying to figure out. Since I figured pride and narcissistic behaviors kinda went hand in hand, I wanted their to be a visible "brand" of some sorts that could knock someone down a peg, especially if they were focused on appearance, and something they wouldn't immediately notice or be in a location that was easily hidden (initially designed it as a tattoo on her pelvis, and strayed from that idea because of it). So what better place than where everyone who respects you looks, and the only place on that you can't look on yourself! XD
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
A revenge plot! Yeah that's a great way to put it hah, yeah I haven't done one of those before, but it was kind of interesting to do so I wouldn't mind continuing it, but idk. There is also something super exciting about sfw world building. Designing magic or fantasy worlds has a totally different feel and is kind of addicting haha. I actually did a lot more world building for this than I could even put in my story xD
Sky Lord
Assuming the rings don't normally chance size. That pair of rings was either made by a goblin to get revenge, or a gnome as a prank. Either way, I enjoyed the image set, the story was cool too, a nice prelude to the images. I like how our "hero" was disgusted with the rings at first glace. It wasn't till she found someone who disserved to be in the pride ring that she slid it on. I also like that the visible symbol for the ring is in the iris, as it's not readily apparent to the victim, but can me seen by anyone else who knows what they are looking for.
a2tailedfox
I liked it. I do like a bit of plot with my smut. The cured ring sorta reminds me of one of the mod for skyrim called cursed loot/ devious devices. Only this time the loot is not magically getting locked onto the PC. I can under stand having someone unlikeable be the target of the misfortune. You already have "butter fingers" with the bitch responsible misfortune, even if it some what self inflicted. I don't think you've done a revenge plot yet.
