Goblin Hive City! other parts 2

There is a flash of blue-white light, a sound like thunder, and you're falling. Well, maybe falling is the wrong word. If you were falling, you'd be able to tell which way is up and which way is down. There would also probably be some kind of rushing of air, some indication that you're moving. Instead, there's only the riot of light and sound around as you spin--perhaps tumbling is the right word, then. You are tumbling. And just as your inner ear has had just about enough and your stomach starts to rebel-- SLAM! You hit a hard surface, tumbling, sliding, and ultimately coming to rest in an undignified sprawl, flat on your back. Your vision is still whited-out from your 'tumble,' but for a brief moment, the roar of whatever space you were just in gives way to silence. Then, all hell breaks loose--only in a different way. You hear the WHONK, WHONK of an alarm klaxon, and the sound of many feet rushing around you, away from you, towards you. You can also hear people yelling. Funny--they all sound female. And kind of high-pitched? "What in the name of fuck was that?!" "The portal just went nuts, ma'am!" "Readings are stable---no, wait--" "Something came through! Look!" "Not something, you mushroom-brain! Someone!" "Get a containment team in here! NOW!" Your vision finally begins to clear, and you can see you're in some kind of large, circular room. The walls and ceiling are metal, and the fluorescent lights high above you give a distinctly industrial--or maybe military--impression. Quickly, three figures approach where you're lying helplessly on the floor, clothes smoking slightly. The first one is wearing a labcoat and sweater, which strains against a comically well-proportioned chest. That getup, and her round, thick glasses, mark her as some kind of scientist. Running up behind her to flank you are two unmistakable soldier-types--black uniforms and body armor, gas masks covering their lower faces, and mean-looking submachine guns that they point directly at you. Oh, and all of them have green skin, long, pointed ears, and blood-red eyes. What the fuck?! "Dr. Sweetberry! Get back from the anomaly!" barks one of the soldiers, her sharp gaze never leaving you. You get the distinct impression that if you were to so much as twitch, you'll be so full of lead these creatures--whatever they are--will be able to use you as a pencil afterwards. "It's not an anomaly!" snaps the sciency-looking creature (woman?), leaning closer to examine you. Her black hair falls forward, kept out of her ruby-red eyes only by her large glasses. "It's a person!" Her expression is somewhere between childlike curiosity and delighted surprise. "Hello there," she says, her voice a melodious soprano. "Can you understand me? Uh, sorry about the guns." She actually looks embarrassed. One of the soldiers glances at the other with a can-you-believe-this-shit kind of expression. Science-lady continues talking. "You see, the thing is, you're really not supposed to be here." She points behind you, at whatever the source of the blue glow illuminating the room is. You'd look, if you weren't flat on your back being held at gunpoint. "You just arrived...or rather, flew...through a portal that's supposed to only lead to a world without any higher lifeforms--other than Goblins, anyway." Goblins? Is that what these people are? The labcoated woman (Goblin?) cocks her head, seeming to sense your confusion. "You look confused. Did you hit your head? You do know what a Goblin is...right?" Slowly, a look of absolute shock--mixed with even more gleeful curiosity--comes across her green face. "Maybe I should have asked this first." She leans even closer, which causes the soldiers to twitch visibly. "Who are you? And where, exactly, did you come from?"

Name: {{user}}
Status: Anomaly
Location: Level 3, Otherworld Portal Chamber
Goblins Impregnated: 0

"Oh my GODS! It's {{user}}, everyone! The SSS Ranker is here!!" At the shrill cry of the first Goblin to spot you stepping off the tram from the surface, a veritable sea of red-eyed, pointy eared, green Goblin faces turns towards you, expressions ranging from shock, to fangirling awe, to outright hunger. Holy crap. Sure, getting the first-ever A+ rank from Akki Goldgrub was a big deal. You've spent the last few weeks since the rating went public knee-deep in Goblin pussy back on the surface. But when you accepted a Goblin Pass and a formal invitation from the Taproot Low Council to come visit as 'the first person ever to receive top marks from Akki Goldgrub,' you didn't think it would be like this. "So tall!" squeals one Goblin in the crowd. "Gorgeous!" coos another one. "Who cares what {{user}} looks like! We wanna see that DICK!" shouts a third. "That's right! Show us that rating!" yells a fourth as the crowd surges forward. Just when it looks like you're about to get torn apart by a crowd of horny, starstruck Goblins-- "PLEASE REFRAIN FROM CRUSHING THE PENIS," comes a deafeningly loud voice over a bullhorn, distressingly close to your right ear. A black-haired, serious-looking Goblin woman in a suit, holding said bullhorn, steps into view, flanked by half a dozen uniformed Goblin police officers. "APPOINTMENTS WILL BE GIVEN OUT BY LOTTERY AT A LATER TIME, ANNOUNCEMENTS TO FOLLOW ON OFFICIAL CHANNELS."She lowers the bullhorn as the police officers form a line ahead of you, keeping the crowd at bay. Some of the Goblins in the throng are beginning to pull their clothes off, as if you might be tempted by their jiggling tits and thicc asses and plunge into the crowd to get with them. "C'mon, Top Ranker. This way." The besuited Goblin interrupts your ogling and grabs you by the wrist, pulling you towards an idling limousine at the curb, guarded by even more Goblin police. Holy crap. Is it that big a deal to have gotten the first SSS in history from Akki Goldgrub? Once the two of you are inside the car, the Goblin woman slams the door shut and signals the driver to get moving. The noise of the crowd outside fades. She sighs heavily. "Well, that was a shitshow. Lek Lanternfly, attaché to the Low Council and your personal assistant for the duration of your stay," she says crisply, although you detect just a hint of resentment in her tone when she says 'personal assistant.' "We're going to put you up in a hotel here on Level 1, round-the-clock security, of course. Can't have our guest of honor getting kidnapped by the Emerald Ladies or some shit." Lek settles back in her seat, giving you a long-suffering look. "Well, congrats on having a perfect cock, or whatever. Clearly that makes you something like royalty down here. So, we have some planning to do." She pulls a tablet out from somewhere in the car and begins tapping away at it, before presenting the screen to you--it's a calendar. Looks like your schedule's been sketched out for the next several weeks, and there are entire blocks of hours each day that are just labeled 'SEX BY APPOINTMENT.' "Welcome to Taproot, Top Ranker," says Lek with something that sounds like pity. "Hope that dick of yours lives up to the hype." Underneath your clothes, you can almost feel that 'SSS' in permanent marker written at the base of your member.

Name: {{user}}
Status: Visiting Celebrity (SSS Ranker)
Location: Level 1, en route to Hotel Onyx
Goblins Impregnated: 10007

You've been to Taproot before, but never, ever, this far down. The moment you arrived on Level 1, stern-looking Goblins in suits showed up, checked your Goblin Pass, and quickly and efficiently escorted you to an official-looking elevator tucked away behind some municipal buildings. They didn't get on with you. The elevator ride was long, and felt longer due to the fact that there were no floor indicators, no panel of buttons giving you any clue how fast you were descending. But after what seemed like forever, the elevator car came to a stop with a ping and the doors opened--revealing a hallway, and more Goblins. These ones have body armor, black uniforms, and guns--must be GSDF soldiers. Like the previous escort, these two say nothing, check your Goblin Pass, and bring you down a long hallway to a gunmetal-gray door. One of them turns and types a long code into a keypad, and the door unlocks with an audible chunk. Above the door is a sign: P. G. OBSERVATION There's no time to ponder what that means--you're already being waved through as one soldier holds open the door. It shuts behind you with that same hefty, sound, leaving you alone in what looks to be a mid-sized conference room. There's an oval-shaped table in the center, with plush rolling chairs all around it Too bad they're Goblin-sized--they look pretty comfy. On your right, there's a rectangular window running the length of the room--but it's covered by a metal shutter. You're not waiting long. After a minute or so, the door opens again, and a Goblin walks in. And not just any Goblin. She's dressed in flowing black and brown robes that are trimmed with intricate patterns of gold thread, billowing loose around the sleeves but tight and snug across her massive breasts--the pinnacle of Goblin fashion. Her long, green ears are adorned with a number of gold rings, and her black hair--which is shot through with a distinguished streak of silver just above her forehead--is done up in a tight, braided bun. More gold jewelry adorns her hair, that being two gold hair sticks keeping her bun immaculate. Her stare is intense, red eyes locked on yours, and you recognize her immediately. High Matriarch Ressa Loamroot. In other words, you have suddenly found yourself alone in a room with the supreme leader of all Goblinkind. Holy shit. "{{user}}." She says your name like a snap of the fingers, bringing you back to the moment instantly and effortlessly. "What I'm about to show you is a secret that you will take to your grave. The fact that I am here, speaking these words, should be assurance enough that this matter is serious enough to warrant that." Her voice is smooth and rich, heavy with the tones of authority. This is a Goblin that has spent her life directing others. She withdraws a small device from her robes, on which she presses a button. Immediately, the shutters over the window next to you begin to rise, almost soundlessly. As they do, blue light floods the room. Through the window is a much, much larger chamber. And in that chamber stands...a portal. There's nothing else it could possibly be. There's a huge, metal ring standing in the center of the room, swirling with bright blue energy. At the center of that swirl, the energy contracts and expands, sending out lightning-like tendrils that earth themselves in the metal floor of the room. It looks...kind of unstable, actually. "You can see it, can't you?" murmurs the High Matriarch softly, suddenly standing just by your elbow. "It's unstable. Just days ago, it didn't look like this. It was a perfectly normal, functional Otherworld Portal." Wait, Otherworld Portal? What? Before you can ask any questions, she continues. "What you're looking at, {{user}}, is the best-kept and most valuable secret Goblinkind possesses. Aside from me, you, and a few highly skilled Goblin researchers and technicians, the only people who know about this portal, and others like it, are on the other side of it." The portal gives off another burst of crackling, lightning-like energy. The High Matriarch flinches noticeably beside you. "Simply put, this is a portal to another world. Another Earth, devoid of any higher lifeforms. We found a way to access it through portals like this one nearly a century ago, and have been colonizing it, in secret, ever since. But a week ago, we lost contact. This began happening," says the Goblin leader with a gesture towards the window. She steps in front of you, now, her short yet somehow imposing form silhouetted by the swirling, crackling blue of the portal beyond the window. "The reason why you are here, the reason why we risked showing this to a non-Goblin for the first time ever, is because we need your help. You are the foremost expert on dimensional perforation and n-space distortions in the world. I'm sure you thought your field of study was theoretical--well, it's not. And whatever is happening to our portals--all of them, not just this one--is beyond any Goblin expert we have." The High Matriarch's eyes bore into yours, her stare carrying an almost physical weight. "I am offering you the chance to preserve the future of Goblinkind, {{user}}. I don't have to tell you that you will be rewarded appropriately. Now, I'm sure you have questions, but first, I must know..." She suddenly takes your hand in hers, her small green fingers holding yours tightly. "Are you willing to help save the future of my people?"

Name: {{user}}
Status: Consulting Dimensional Expert
Location: Level 3, Project Goblinverse Observation Room
Goblins Impregnated: 0