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Favoured Enemy (Story)
🕑 Added 2019-08-05 10:36:56 +0000 UTCSorry for the wait! Have Goblin on Barbarian With Dick Action! With gender bending!
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“What monster do you hate the most?” Yara asked. Her warhammer crushed in the head of a cave scorpion just before it could pounce. It flopped to the ground without further protest, eight legs splayed out in all directions. She casually stepped over the fallen creature and toward the next of its kin. Standing 6’3 and clad in furs from her homeland, she looked very much like an animal herself. Yara Bjornsdottir bellowed, her long shaggy brown hair whipping around as she swung her hammer back to a ready position.
Her companion withdrew the twin blades from a grey exoskeleton. Green fluid was still spurting out when he yanked back, one in each hand, and threw them with enough strength to bury the Elven steel daggers hilt deep into the thorax of another.
“What do you mean?” Sarien asked. Though he’d been fighting for the same time as Yara had, the Elf wasn’t even breathing hard. His skin was darker in tone that the barbarian’s cream colour, though his job as a thief had him hiding from the sun rather than bathing in it. His blond, jaw-length hair spun and swirled with his rapid motions but miraculously never obscured his vision. A pair of pointed ears projecting outward from his head seemed to suggest a curiosity and a sensory awareness that others might lack. Had it not been for his keen listening, the cave scorpions would have torn them apart.
A blurry shape plunged through the air that Yara’s head had occupied but a moment before. The stinger missed her flesh by mere inches. She tucked and rolled, coming up to his feet and letting the hammer slide through her fingers until she felt the smooth surface of the leather grip once more. Swinging it low, she caved in a leg of the overextended arachnid before it could regain its footing. A second attack to its cephalothorax ended its existence.
“We fight a lot of different creatures,” Yara explained, “You gotta have a ‘least favourite’ foe.”
Sarien spin-kicked an approaching scorpion. Its head snapped back, but it returned its hungry gaze to the elf in a blur of motion. This one, the beast in sight, looked different from the rest. The size of a bull, with a blood red spiral pattern down its back, it looked every bit the intimidating leader of this pack of predators. Its many eyes analyzed his stance, his weapons, betraying a startling intelligence. Sarien prepared to do battle with this mortal foe. He-
Yara bowled over the scorpion with a tackle, putting nearly 200 pounds of muscle, anger, and bone into the side of the foe. When the beast snapped its mandibles at her, she punched it in the face. Hard. It howled in pain. After a few minutes of wrestling, Yara hurled it by two of its legs toward the entrance of the cave.
“Run, you fucking bug!” she said, her deep voice reverberating off the cave walls and intensifying its commanding tone. Whether the scorpion had the rudimentary intelligence enough to understand, or it took the hint, they could not say. But it had quickly abandoned its comrades and fled, hissing the whole way out. When it left earshot, Yara prodded the elf with an elbow. “So? What does 'The Blade of Terrax' hate most of all?”
Sarien sighed. She never said his nickname with any real conviction. He pulled his weapons out of the flesh of the enemy, inspecting each in turn. He would need a blacksmith to look at his blades soon enough. And it had to be an expert in Elven Steel, to boot. Not cheap. Despite what they say, adventuring barely paid for itself most days. They had bills due, creditors growing increasingly thuggish, and the risk that they’d run out of bribe money for the city officials and have their options curtailed even further.
“I have beings I hate more than others. Ogres, for instance. But there are always exceptions, standout members of a species that gives it a good name. One of my favourite blunt weapon trainers was an ogre named Skwish. No, there’s no real race I despise. Except Goblins, of course.”
The big woman tilted her head like an inquisitive hound. “Goblins? Why Goblins?”
“They’re disgusting,” Sarien said. He looked around for eavesdroppers he could see before continuing. “I loath those green bastards. Lecherous little mongrels, always fucking one another. I’d rather they were all tossed in a deep pit like this and forgotten about.”
Yara barked a laugh. “How are they different than you?”
Sarien sneered. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Stepping over to emphasize her height advantage, she continued. “You’re always dick-deep in some dainty heiress or a Duke’s wife. You’re small, certainly, especially for an Elf. The only thing you’re missing is the green skin, and we can always rub some grass on you to fix that issue.”
Rather than snap back, the roguish knife-wielder let the indignation melt from his face. “You know, I’m not always pursuing thin women. I’m always in the mood to bed a goddess. Strong, powerful...wild.”
Yara’s eyebrows lowered, but a distinctive blush appeared on her cheeks. “I told you, letch. I’m not going to let you fuck me. Ever.”
“Oh, c’mon Yara! I know what you’re packing. Bet boys are intimidated when they meet a fellow sword-swinger in a bar.” He looked down to the furs covering her groin. “You know I’d make you feel like a woman.”
Yara, like a rare few among her clan, had been born with male anatomy but a woman’s soul. Rare, but not unheard of. Her people had rituals that could be performed while growing up that allowed her full femininity to blossom and give her the body she’d felt comfortable in. But her ‘manhood’ remained untouched. It was the only thing she didn’t mind about being born a ‘crossborn’, as her shaman had termed it.
“Sarien, I like you. I wouldn’t be fighting with you if I didn’t. But keep seeing me as a mountain to climb and I will be your undoing.” Yara made a show of cleaning off her weapon to effectively punctuate her rebuke. The weighty steel hammerhead didn’t shine on the best of days, but the scorpion-related gore made the implement look positively grotesque. She shook the excess off on the ground, leaving the rest of the mess to be cleaned up later.
Sarien, on the other hand, used a thin white handkerchief to clean up his daggers. The fine fabric was soon soaked in the strange green fluid the scorpions used in place of blood. Before shoving it back into a pouch, Yara saw a glint of golden fabric lacing the border. He either stole it, she reasoned, or some rich floozy gave it to him as a token of her favour.
“You know I’d make you feel good,” he said with a grin, sheathing one blade after another before his belt was full once more. The little pointy-eared pest enjoyed provoking his companion, but he knew when to cut bait. “I just want to hear your pretty voice moan.”
Yara grunted. “If we fucked, I’d be saying the same thing to you.”
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The cave offered little resistance after the scorpions had been dealt with. A single spike trap (disarmed by Sarien), followed by a large animate minotaur skeleton (broken apart by Yara). To top it off, a very prosaic encounter with a puzzle-based door lock that ended when the barbarian woman put her fist through the exposed gearbox, snapping the intricate components and allowing them to pass without solving whatever inane riddle the door’s engineers had designed.
Yara hated puzzles.
The passage soon narrowed into a tunnel barely wide enough to crawl through. Yara ushered Sarien to take the lead on this one. Though not short by any means, he was lithe and made quick work of the tunnel. Yara, on the other hand, struggled every foot. Her clothing caught, her weapon clanked, and an unending fountain of curses from her native tongue spilled forth. Sarien had left the claustrophobic crawlspace for over two minutes before Yara could see his feet standing on the other side.
“Sweet gods above!” Sarien gasped.
“What’s the matter? Threats?” Yara asked. She was still struggling with the narrow confines, which seemed to only get worse the more she wriggled her way through.
“No, no. It is...alright, it’s best if you just see it.”
He reached a hand down into the passageway. Yara’s reach allowed her to barely grasp onto his wrist. Together, they managed to worm her free and into a large cavern lit with a dozen different stone braziers placed in an equidistant semicircle. Judging by the fact that the fire itself was green, Yara ventured that the fire was magic in origin. A large doorway filled with rocks sat opposite the tunnel. Probably the primary access point before it had been sealed.
The cavern was a vast treasure trove...in a sense. The collector obviously enjoyed putting things into piles. It was a hoard, that much was certain. But rather than the glimmering mountains of gold, precious stones, and magical artefacts, there was a lot of junk. Old furniture, rusted weapons, and piles of musty clothes seemed to make up most of the cache. There was a small stack of silver candlesticks that may net them enough money to pay for the expedition, but there was no source of the breathless excitement that Sarien had vocalised.
Before Yara could ask, however, she saw the object in the elf’s hands. A golden pendant sat suspended from a thin chain in between his hands. Sarien’s eyes were bulging, taking every crevice of the find into his long-term memory. If he wasn’t vain about his appearance in front of her, Yara could swear he’d be drooling.
“We come all this way for one necklace?” Yara asked.
Sarien scoffed. “You know what this is, right? This is a Divine Amulet. One of eighteen ever made for the Festival of the Coronation over a hundred and fifty years ago. They all embody an aspect of an Elven God or Goddess. This is...this is incalculable magical power, and it was just...sitting on top of a pile of crusty old pants!”
“So it’s worth something?”
“It’s a priceless heirloom of elvish culture. OF COURSE it’s worth something!” He turned the object over to see the other side. “I’ve never even seen one in person. I know they hold one in the Temple of Taris’tan, but it looks like some kleptomaniacal creature grabbed a hold of it and thought it was just a pricey trinket.” He slid it over his neck. It clashed completely with the dark leather and practical nature of the rest of his outfit. Though if it was worth as much as he thought it was, his days of needing to sneak around were over.
“What’s it an icon of?”
He shrugged. “Who cares? All the gods are fake anyway. Actually, wait, that might determine the worth.” Sarien squinted at the text around the outside of the golden icon, as well as the curving embossed symbol within. “Weird. This is an amulet devoted to Synt. It’s kinda strange to have a golden pendant made in devotion to the Goddess of Humility. Why would...oh no.”
Sarien’s voice was so small at the end of his sentence that Yara could barely hear it. The elf, with blinding speed, yanked off the amulet with both his hands. Or he would have, if the chain hadn’t bonded with his skin. The more he tugged, the stronger the hold became. He stared at Yara, fear in his eyes.
“Oh fuck,” he said, right before the amulet began to sparkle.
Yara reached over to help pry it off but was shoved back by an unseen force. It felt like an invisible giant had shoved her gently, but firmly, and she was only just able to keep her balance. Further attempts met the same response. She was forced to watch as the amulet’s magic took effect.
The spectacular light display spread itself across Sarien’s body, wrapping it in a dazzling haze of light. Before her eyes, her companion began to transform. His height, only a few inches shorter than her own, drained away inch by inch. Short blonde hair turned to long ebony locks that poured down to his back. All the while his skin turned from its dusky hue to a dark, verdant colour. He shouted soundlessly as the changes spread, warping his body further. His athletic figure bowed outward, gaining curves around his hips, thighs, and especially his chest. A pair of fleshy orbs pushed forward, forming a truly impressive set of breasts considering his newly reduced stature. His clothing fell off of him one article at a time, either sliding away as he became smaller or snapping loose from the expanding flesh. Between his legs, his prized possession shrivled up and transformed itself into a cleft with generous outer lips. When Yara realized what he was turning into, she had to stifle a laugh.
He looked for all the world like a young Goblin woman.
When the transformation was complete, Sarien flopped onto the cave floor. The amulet clattered off to her side. Yara gave it a swift kick, sending it hurtling across the room. She lifted Sarien’s head as gingerly as she could. He had a pulse. The lanky elf had lost over half his body mass, but was still alive at least. His oversized purple eyes opened up with wide-eyed confusion and fear.
“Yara...what’s happened to me?” His new voice was squeaky, only emphasising his vulnerability.
The much larger woman shook her head. “Some kind of curse. Goddess of Humility, you said? Perhaps it knew what creature you loathed most of all. That and, well, your suffocating masculinity.” Her gaze slid to Sarien’s chest, which was just as out of proportion as her eyes. The new Goblin grasped weakly at his tits, pressing chubby green fingers into the mounds of flesh.
“Aw. This sucks.”
“Not eloquent, but accurate,” Yara said. “How are you feeling?”
“How do you think I feel?” he snapped. At her expression, he let out a tense breath. “Sorry, sorry. Not your fault I’m an idiot. It doesn’t hurt. It’s strange...I feel a lot more on my body. Like...every part of my skin is tingling. And there’s this...emptiness.” Sarien hovered a hand over his belly.
“I got some jerky, if you want,” Yara offered.
Sarien shook his head. “It’s not hunger. There’s...fuck, it’s getting worse. It’s like my guts are hanging over a cavern. I need to fill...fill myself.” The Goblin looked down at his body. His fingers found the slit between his thick thighs.
“Gods, you’re a pervert.” Yara rolled her eyes. But the former Elf didn’t stop. His fingers plunged inside, delving deep. He gasped.
“Yara...Breed me.”
“What?”
Sarien cursed, squeezing his thighs around his hand. “This emptiness inside me....I can’t stand it! Help me out, you damn human! I just...I need you inside me. Right now.” He reached for her groin, which was conveniently now at head-level with him. She pushed the Gob down with the lightest jab of her hand. Though used to a life of making women dance to his whims, being stuck in a 3’5 Goblin woman’s body showed him just what vulnerability really meant.
“Sar, we’ve been over this-“
The former Elf tried a different tack. “Just do it! You’re into girls too, right? Well I’m a fucking horny woman and I need your cock right now. Just think of me as a stranger Call me Sari. Hi, I’m Sari, I’m a hot Goblin slut and I want your cock right now Yara. I’m DESPERATE.”
Yara backed up. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not laughing.”
Sarien, or Sari, made a pathetic moaning sound the likes of which you’d only find from an animal in heat. “Don’t ask questions, human. Just...fuck me! I’m so empty. I need to be filled.” She spread her stubby little legs, spreading herself out to show off her drooling green pussy. Transparent, sticky fluid clung to the inside of her thighs. After removing her fingers, her digits were drenched.
The barbarian stared at the pathetic creature in front of her. It was, it still was, her friend. That damnable elf with the snarky quips and who was a terror with a blade. But...it was also an attractive, if somewhat diminutive, young woman. Yara had always loved her women on the heavier side. Thick thighs, large breasts, plenty to squeeze and watch jiggle as she stuffed herself inside. Sari had all those features in a compressed, if somewhat green, package.
The thick, throbbing shaft that Yara went out of her way to keep from flopping around was making itself known. Her battle skirt lifted on its own, revealing just how large that hidden asset really was. Despite her undeniable feminine attributes, she sported a cock that put most men to shame.
Sari’s eyes locked onto that dick. She stumbled forward, entranced, arms outstretched like some kind of spellbound slave. Yara didn’t exactly want to take advantage of her friend, but it had been a long time since she’d had romantic company, and a barbarian does have needs...
With a resigned sigh, she started to strip out of her furs. The full extent of her impressive musculature was revealed, something Sari had only caught glimpses of before. Yara was a finely tuned engine of war, with the scars and burn marks of frequent combat to match. The sweat of exertion made her abs and shoulder muscles glisten in the magic fire light. When her skirt finally dropped to the floor, it was clear that Yara wielded two hammers at all times, not just one.
Sari couldn’t hold herself back. She leapt onto it with her mouth, eager to please the throbbing head and coax it into its full size. Yara allowed it. Her head tilted back as the awkward but eager slurping bathed her sensitive crown. It took very little time for her cock to reach full rigidity under such attentions. Yara wondered if this was the first time the selfish little git had ever given oral. At least Sari knew enough to keep the teeth far back.
“Alright you little monster, let’s get this over with,” Yara said with feigned reluctance. Picking up the Goblin in both hands was easy enough, given her negligible weight. Sari’s legs shot apart.
“My pussy is yours,” she said. Yara needed no further encouragement. Angling the Goblin’s hole onto her tip, she teased the sopping wet lips a bit to see how Sari was handling it. The cries for more and the frantic humping indicated a positive response.
The barbarian took it slow. She eased herself inside a few inches, worried that she might bottom out hurt Sari inadvertently. But the feared bump into her inner boundary never happened. The hole just got tighter and tighter, squeezing with unyielding force around her cock’s tip. Yara bucked against the sensation, then thrust forward once more to feel it again. Yes, it had been too long between sexual encounters.
Her wild nature took hold. Yara used the tiny woman like a squealing, squeezing sex toy. With hands cupped around her enormous ass, she forced her cock inside and pleasured herself with Sari’s body. The Goblin could do very little, but that was fine with her. Each thrust forced a gasp or a moan from her throat. The impact made those massive green tits jiggle. Sari had to grab hold of her breasts to keep them from flopping around so much, but that just put her nipples in fondling distance of her fingers. She tweaked and teased herself, bringing herself to miniclimaxes from the sheer abundance of stimulus her new body was under. Sari had been a woman for less than thirty minutes and she was already overwhelmed by how good being fucked could feel.
“Breed meeee,” she cried. “Cum inside me, please.”
Yara slowed. “But...but what if you get pregnant?”
“I don’t care! Knock me up!” Sari squealed. She tried to wrap her legs around the barbarian but they were simply too short. She was at the mercy of her companion. “Please, Yara. I can’t think straight. Fill me!”
This close to the edge, Yara was hardly in a position to argue. Her pace increased to a steady hammering, plunging an impossible amount of cock inside the diminutive broodsow. Goblin anatomy was apparently incredibly accommodating, and neither suffered unduly from the relentless copulation. Her pussy squeezed and relaxed as if it had a mind of its own, gradually wearing away at the human’s stamina.
“Fuck...I’m at my limit,” Yara warned. Sari looked at her with such a shameless pleading expression that the answer to her next question was obvious. And who was Yara to deny a woman a request?
With a trio of hard thrusts into her partner, Yara hilted the Goblin girl and lost control. Thick jets of spunk flooded into her body with each bestial grunt. The barbarian’s almost preternatural virility meant there was simply too much seed to be handled. Sari’s belly was soon bulging outward. Each pulse bloated her tummy further, making the fecund little monster look like she was pregnant already. Sari squealed, her legs twitching uselessly and her pussy reflexively squeezing down on Yara’s cock to milk every drop of seed. Gentle squirts of femcum joined the flow of lewd fluids down to the floor as both women’s climaxes came to an end.
“I...oh gods...” Sari whispered. Her face was slack from the overwhelming pleasure she had to endure. Yara slid out the Goblin from around her cock, uncorking the flow of cum and allowing that overfilled tummy to empty somewhat. A puddle of white grew around the human’s feet.
“Are you okay?” Yara asked.
“Yes...I just...thank you. The hunger inside is gone. I can think clearly. More or less.”
Yara lowered her back down. Sari’s legs were wobbly, but they held her weight. She didn’t bother to staunch the flow of spunk sliding down her chubby thighs. Instead, she trotted over to where the amulet had come to rest. Yara exclaimed a warning, but the shortstack shrugged.
“What is it going to do, turn me into a Goblin again?”
At first, the reexamination appeared to be a waste of time. It still hummed with residual magic power. But with her new eyes, ones better suited for seeing fine detail, picked up a strange indentation on the back.
“Maker’s mark,” she mumbled.
“What?” Yara asked.
“Magical artisans often put some kind of marker on their work. This one...I don’t recognize it. But it’s a lead. If I can find whoever made this stupid thing, maybe I can get them to turn me back.” Sari went about collecting her old clothes and gear, stuff that didn’t fit her even slightly. She ended up wrapping herself up in a toga made out of her old cloak. She used her old pants to clean up the lewd mess on her legs.
“You said it was a hundred and fifty years ago. Do you think they’re still around?”
“Elves live long. Either than or they’ll have an apprentice I can shake down. It’s what I got, Yara.” Withdrawing one of her blade from its scabbard, she tested its weight in her new hands. “Y’know...I might not be totally useless. What’s better for stealth than a small stature?”
Yara assembled her own clothes. “You’re taking this oddly well.”
Sari shrugged. “It’s either that, or I disintegrate into a thoughtless breeding frenzy like some dumb Goblin. I may be small and green right now, but I’m still The Blade of Terrax. I still stole the Heart of the World from the clutches of a Dragon Cult. Plus, hey, I probably need less food now.”
“Probably need me to carry you. Those stubby legs aren’t going to be carrying you far.”
Sari blinked in surprise. “You’ll come with me? I thought, well...this is not exactly in our agreement.”
Yara nodded, but flashed her a smile. “Yeah, I’ll help you. Friends help friends get back into their old bodies. Just try to keep down the urges, alright? I don’t want to have to rail you during a stand-off.”
“You won’t! I’m still in control of myself...mostly.”
They gathered up all the goodies they could find in the assorted junk piles and left the cave. Sari had a much easier time with the small tunnel that lead into the treasure alcove now that she was bite sized. On their way out, Yara tore some of the armoured plates from the scorpions loose to make Sari some makeshift armour while they travelled. Heading back to their mounts, Yara’s mind began to wander.
“So...Sari. What’s the monster you hate the least?”
Comments
Leaf
Potentially! They'd be a fun pair to get into adventure stuff with!
Travy
Good read, Leaf. Any chance on a Part 2 for that?
SixArmedSweater
That went rather well~<3
