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Nerf Please (Commission)
🕑 Added 2020-06-30 07:18:14 +0000 UTCHeyyy this was a fun light commission about Goblins stealing inches (and levels) from an adventurer! It's kinda non-cony but it's mostly just hornt. There's some footstuff in there too if that's your bag. Enjoy!
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Len of the Order of the Blue Dragon had tamed almost every dangerous dungeon in the land. The Pinnacle of Meitz? Ascended. The Depths of the Lost Sea? Plumbed. The Maze of Mysticos? Solved. He’d done it all...
All save for one.
They called it The Dagger. Nobody knows who built it. Some said it was the crucible through which an ancient race trained their elite warriors. Others said that it was a means of finding a leader worthy of uniting the seven continents together under a single banner. All legends, however, told of the treasure at the centre. An item of unimaginable power. A sword? A ring? Nobody knew for sure. But hundreds of adventurers entered every year, looking for the prize that they were sure to claim.
Most didn’t survive. The few that did told horror stories. Kargantua that could crush a man’s head between their thumb and forefinger. Swarms of man-eating insects that attacked any source of light with ravenous hunger. Disconcertingly, none of the tales were the same, the details contradictory to the point that some dungeoneers wondered if The Dagger was even a physical location and not some hitherto unknown part of the Astral Plane. Many other theories surfaced, none of them any more credible.
Len stared up at the ebon tower, its flared buttresses on either side giving it the appearance of a hilt to a blade buried deep into the earth, hence its name. Along a dirt path lined with half-folded tents and leftover equipment from expeditions who never returned, he strode. At Level 80, he was at the height of what an adventurer could achieve. His heavy, dragonbone axe didn’t slow him, neither did the black iron armour that clad him head to toe. He had fought the most dangerous creatures this world had to offer. If anyone could make it through The Dagger to claim the prize at the end, it would be him.
The gate leading inward hung open like the maw of a long-dead leviathan, a portcullis dangling overhead reminding Len of rows of rusted iron teeth. The path turned into a spiral staircase, the path forward obscured by the central support. He pulled the battle axe from his back, feeling its reassuring weight in his hands. The axe had cleaved armies, decapitated giants, even split a lich in two. With a breath to steel himself, he started his descent, eyes scanning the narrow slit of his visor for threats.
The staircase ended. He took a step onto a warped wooden floor, momentarily worrying about his footing. Ghostly blue light spilled in through a skylight, yet he was sure he had to be several dozen feet underground. The walls were lined with bookcases; a fortune in manuscripts alone! Most of the shelves were still upright, but a few had collapsed or had been tipped over, covering the ground in mounds of neglected literature. He reached with his off-hand to pull one out of the dusty tomes off the pile...
“Hey!”
A voice jolted him from his curiosity. He swung around his axe into a ready stance and looked for a source of threats.
A small green humanoid form stood on the opposite side of the room. Beautiful black hair tied up into a ponytail, ruby red eyes narrowed down a pair of wire-framed spectacles. Two bumps poked out the fabric of her white blouse barely qualified for breasts. She only came up to his waist in height, but she looked about ready to tackle him.
“Umm, hello?” he ventured, relaxing his grip on the axe, “My name is Len. Do you live here?”
“Viki, charmed I’m sure. Just what the heck are you doing in my library?” the short woman asked, hands on her slim hips.
He tilted his head. “Yours?” He looked again. The decaying shelves were gone, replaced by brand new ones in fresh coats of varnish. The light from the ceiling was warmer: the glow of an autumnal sunset. The book that he’d been about to withdraw looked like it’d been bound weeks ago, not centuries. Len scrunched his nose. Magic.
“You don’t frighten me, Viki.”
“Oh I don’t, huh?” the shortie asked, “You think that just because I have a passion for literacy that I won’t prove a formidable opponent?”
Len took a lengthy breath, calming his nerves. “I wish you no harm. I was just...curious. I was expecting something more imposing.”
“Well then, I’ll just have to put up a challenge, now won’t I?”
As she finished speaking, a pair of hands gripped the warrior’s wrists from behind. He struggled against their iron pull, losing his hold on the axe in the meantime. Looking down, he saw one was in fact a purple tendril dripping with slime, whilst another was a large hairy hand, like one might find on a wolfman.
“What devilry is this?!” he asked.
The goblin laughed. “Never mess with a librarian. The words contained in every book are weapons for those who know how to use them. Observe.” She pointed to the tentacle holding his right. It had emerged from an open book on the shelf, its girthy musculature flexing as if the printed words were a portal to some ancient lost sea. Some kind of Libriomancy? Of all the villains who could use magic, he had to get the most pretentious form of all!
“Unhand me, or I’ll tear apart this room with my bare hands!”
She tsked like a disapproving master, then approached with a swagger in her step. He shot out his foot, but she easily swept out of the way. Another pair of appendages, these ones skeletal, wrapped up his ankles and kept them bound.
“Now,” Viki said, swirling her hands in a way that left glowing pink trails in their wake, “Let’s see if we can see...ah, here we are. Level 80, huh? Order of the Blue Dragon as well...haven’t seen any of you down here before. Don’t suppose we can let you go, now that you know what we look like.” She placed her fingers on his codpiece. With the lightest brush, the metal flaked away, revealing the woolen fabric of his pants underneath. More whisks, and his nethers were exposed.
His anger turned to panic. “W-what are you doing?!”
The goblin witch smiled up at him. “My compliments. This looks like it might be eight...no, nine inches! I’m impressed. Of course, the more you have, the more I can take from you. By the time we’re done, you might even hope you came here hung like a grape. But I digress, let’s get this started~”
She stroked his limp cock in her soft hand. A long journey hadn’t left him much time for companionship, and he wasn’t much for self-pleasure. In the talented hands of a member of the fairer sex, Len soon stiffened against his will. He pulled at the restraints holding him in place, but they refused to budge.
“If you wanted to have intercourse, you couldn’t have just asked,” he grumbled.
“Ah, but you wouldn’t have said yes. At least, not after the first orgasm. Now shh, let me work.” She pumped his prick, silky grip sliding easily along his shaft. She was at the perfect height for it, so it was no surprise that her tongue found its way on his throbbing head. Long, languid licks made his toes curl, and his resistance soon melted into grudging acceptance of the situation. If she wanted to suck him off so bad, who was he to argue?
His pent up ardour worked against his stamina, and soon he felt the telltale tension of an upcoming release. He grunted, bucking against her hand and mouth. She took those as encouragement and dived deeper onto his cock. Len’s shaft was deep down the goblin’s throat when he exploded. Hot, sticky cum surged into her waiting mouth and down into her stomach.
But this was no ordinary orgasm. He felt more than just seed leave him. There was a tingling warmth that flowed from his extremities to his waist, then out in hot jets from his cock’s tip. Fatigue settled over Len like a smothering blanket, like the journey had taken more out of him than he expected. Unsure why this was, he was lost in thought when Viki finished gulping down his load. As her lips peeled off his dick, however, he noticed something was wrong.
“Why...where’s the rest of it?” he asked. His pride and joy was now barely over seven inches now. He was still hard, but he’d lost nearly two inches of size!
Viki laughed, then placed her hands on her breasts. Closing her eyes, she rubbed them in circles, pink trails slid by making the transformation even more obvious. Her breasts were growing. From piddling mosquito bites, they blossomed outward until they were a sizable handful.
“You...you fiend!” Len cried, struggling harder against the magical restraints.
“Oh hush! All I’ve done is make some adjustments,” she said, then brought up his character menu. His stats had atrophied, and he was now listed as a Level 77 Warrior.
“You’re draining me! My hard-earned experience turned to-”
“Cum, yes, I know. It’s quite a fun ability, isn’t it? Most adventurers can lose their lives like it’s nothing. But drain them of their assets and they turn to weak little playthings. I’m just glad one of you finally stumbled into my room; the dang layout keeps shifting but I never get to play! I’m stuck with these itty bitties.” She palmed her breasts for emphasis. “Do you know another goblin who has TINY tits? It’s embarrassing! Now, we have a long way to go. Let’s not dawdle on the details~”
For once in his life, Len hoped that his cock wouldn’t respond to stimulation. But against his will, his body obliged the draining touch of the pintsized tormentor. He didn’t feel sore either. On the contrary! Whatever Viki was doing was turning his experience and masculinity into semen that just ached to be released. He came twice more, losing inches of cock size and hours of training into her suckling mouth.
And it wasn’t just his penis that was shrinking. The armour encasing the rest of his body grew heavier and looser with every jet of cream he shot. His gauntlets clattered off his arms, the bindings no longer holding. His helmet tumbled off as well, revealing just how nervous he was. The weight of his plate made him sag against the grasping hands, which “graciously” allowed him to drop to the floor. She opened still more books, and a dozen vine-like tendrils replaced the other restraints, snaking around his arms and legs and keeping them locked to the ground.
Viki laughed, her melodic voice sounding sinister from the circumstances. Each draining increased her size to new levels. Her breasts were almost the size of her head now, and her hips were wide enough to strain the fabric of her skirt. She kicked off one of her sandals and pressed it to his prick, now only four inches long.
“What are you going to be, after this?” she asked, tapping a finger on her chin, “You’re only Level 35 now, barely able to que for dungeons. I wonder how far we can take you~” Stroking his shrunken shaft with her toes, Len tried to hold back. It’s not like he was into footstuff; he could resist!
“You won’t win!” he declared prematurely, punctuated by a drizzle of clear pre spurting all over her toes. Blushing, he closed his eyes and steeled himself. He reached into the many tools he’d learned to control his libido. He thought of boring things, of ugly paintings, of disgusting foods and scents.
“Just relax, sweetie,” she said, rubbing his prick with the sole of her feet, “There’s no point holding back. Just let it out onto my feet like a good boy~”
The ropes of cum spilled out a fraction of a second later. He groaned pathetically as he sprayed her foot with his cum, losing more inches and more experience. She stroked his little length to completion between her toes, then kneeled down to get a better look.
“Haha, it’s gotten so small! I bet I can...yep!” She pinched his dick in between her thumb and forefinger and stroked it off, giving him a humiliating finger job. He didn’t last a minute for squirting a few watery jets against her hand. It shrunk one final time, reaching the size of little more than a prominent clitoris.
What was once a source of pride was now little more than decoration. She flicked his cocklet dismissively, making Len reeled from the sensation. Whatever she’d done to his dick, the number of nerve endings felt the same. All the sensation of a nine inch dick in less than an inch of space...how could he possibly manage?
The vines finally retracted, leaving him to curling up and clutch his shrunken, pathetic body. Opening the stat screen, he saw he’d been reduced to Level 1. His class was no longer Warrior, it was blank. He was back to ground zero and would have to earn a class again. He was too fatigued to try and strike back at the goblin. Len didn’t even know if he could beat her in a hand to hand fight anymore. He tried to pick up his discarded gear, but lifting anything more than his axe was impossible. His glorious musculature had been reduced to gentle, lithe shape. He felt like he might be an excellent runner, but that was about it.
“Go on,” Viki said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “I’m going to spend some time enjoying these~” She opened up her top, allowing her disproportionately large breasts breathe. That had been his experience…his strength and masculinity…all turned into supple, attractive titflesh.
He stumbled over to the entrance. If he could get back to the surface, he could regain his strength somehow. But at some point, the magic affecting the room had swallowed up the way he’d come from. Confounded, he shuffled to the closest door and hoped for the best.
Twenty pairs of eyes looked up from a banquet hall: all goblin. Most were voluptuous, with wide breeding hips and heavy breasts kept only vaguely concealed. Cleavage still spilled out of too-tight tops, and every movement of hip or leg revealed more real estate to gawk shamelessly at. His tainted body was already responding, and the tip of his diminutive dicklet let out a single drop of precum.
“Oopsies! I almost forgot!”
Viki appeared from behind him. Opening his stat screen, she manually changed his class.
“Level 1 Cumpump,” she said with a giggle, “Go get ‘em, cutie~”
