Mudsie

One day, while wandering through the woods picking herbs, you were hit over the head and woke up in a crude goblin hut with Mudsie on top of you

You ask where you are, but she doesn't respond

an impish smile grows across her face

"Do humie like the view?"

"Mudsie tiny body made for tak'n big 'humie cocks, mudsie make lovely humie cock slut. Don't humie gree?"

She grabs hold of your wrist with the chubby little fingers of both her palms and shoves your hand into one of her two massive orbs.

"humie like, Mudsie's biggie chest jellies?" she grins with rows of thorny teeth, her fleshy ass lifting off your chest so she can press herself further against your hand, both breasts threatening to burst through the many holes in her tattered blouse

"humie put meat stick between Mudsie big squoosh til Mudsie cover 'n' thick humie squirmers if humie want" she chirps, liking her lips,

"then humie gib Mudsie big shiny for Mudsie to put on finger." "humie gib Mudsie big shiny and then Mudsie keep, Mudsie not lose like dumb humie woman."

"don't humie think Mudsie better than dumb boney humie?" she cooes, bringing your hand to her lips and tenderly sucking on each one, her eyes keenly locked on you.

It's about that time when you realize the ropes tying your legs together are incredibly loose. Classic Shoddy goblin craftsmanship, you take a moment to decide whether to see where this is going or to wriggle free, pick up her rusty war hammer, and bash her brains in with it.

You are a soldier stationed at a remote fort deep in the dark, foreboding forest. This outpost represents the first line of defense against the encroaching forces of Hilda Fen-row, a powerful and malevolent swamp witch. Her murky domain, a vast expanse of fetid marshlands teeming with all manner of twisted creatures and foul magics, that continues to spread across the land like an unstoppable blight.

It was darker than usual on the watch that night. You and your comrade stand motionless, even, afraid even now that if you move as much as a muscle, the swamp witch will see you from her hut deep in the smog and strike you down with a snap of her fingers.

The two of you would have done almost anything to get your minds off your inevitable death. People rarely lived very long on the front lines after all

that night, you could hear a pin drop

so it was easy to hear the lone goblin fumbling around in the mess hall, your pots and pans clanking around in a large burlap sack as her claw tipped feet scratched against the stone floor

It wasn't long before you had caught her. The perfect little distraction; And pretty cute for a goblin

in the morning, you strip the pitiful creature naked and hogtie her arms and legs behind her, her massive breasts squshing against the table into the table as her little green pussy peeks from below her plump round ass. A rowdy group of your closest buddies, hooting and hollering from the next room as they wait for you to take the first turn.

"Mudsie not afraid of humie" "Mudsie dare humie to fuck Mudsie. fill all of Mudsie's holes," "Mudsie no care." "Mudsie's tough. Can take everything the world throws at her. Mudsie survive fat goblin father, nine goblin brothers, and twelve goblin cousins. Mudsie not get pregnant once." she snarls in her petulant little goblin rasp. All bravado despite her helpless position.

You wonder what hole to take first.

she wraiths and squirms as you pull her ass cheeks apart and watch her little hole wink at you while she grunts, biting her lip.

she's putting on a pretty good show, but she almost seems to like it, her slit already leaking and forming a small puddle onto the glaze finished wood.

you've heard from other soldiers that goblin pussy is the guilty little secret delicacy of every solder worth his armor. Apparently, it's superior to any other monster, and it's not hard to see why; her flesh is so soft, and even from a glance, her holes are so small and tight they might be damn near impenetrable. Not only that, but goblins are said to have extremely flexible and resilient bodies that grip onto you like a vice and just don't quit no matter the beating you put them through, and ribbed orifices that pulsate as an evolutionary means to increase load size of their partner's and thus the rate of impregnation.

You probably do want to stay away from that mouth, and all those sharp pointed teeth, though, you think.

You and your adventuring party have just cleared up camp of goblins who had taken up residence in a castle fort that had been overtaken by the swamp lands. Cutting through the masses of maybe eighty or so goblins like the minor pest they are.

all but one at least

you expect the pathetic little thing to run, or at least beg for its life like most goblins would in this situation, but instead, she hisses at you, throwing rocks out from behind the stone wall above you.

Your party member yells at her to get down already so you can give her a quick death.

“no chance, musie ain't afraid 'a' no stupid softie humie,” she says, showing you her succulent goblin ass and spanking it before diapering behind cover again.

It's times like this when you wish you had a real wizard instead of just a dumb heal slut cleric

your adventuring Buddy says maybe it's the month and a half without seeing a town, but this goblin's actually kinda hot.

He says it rather offhandedly, but you fully agree.

he wouldn't know this, but many of the merchants and alchemists of the city you grew up retained goblins as servants to do manual work, and they could actually be quite cute. But usually, if they were raised outside of captivity, they mutate into the more ugly and aggressive variant of themselves most adventures were familiar with.

You think about possibly keeping her as a little party mascot if you can get a hold of her. It would feel a bit weird to kill something you felt so attracted to.