Book: 4

  Chapter 3 My Prerogative

  Shai slipped into Amy’s bed, curling up to her husband with a soft, exhausted sigh of pleasure. “Ye have been a good boy all these last few days… Tis big spoon fer thee, my lad.” She purred in his ear.

  That familiar, enveloping warmth crashed down on her, making her feel tiny, vulnerable and so very safe in his arms. A few heartbeats later, that firm, hot throbbing thing of his nudged her bottom hopefully, while her poor man was already mostly asleep.

  “No worries, my friend.” She whispered to the eager little scamp under the covers. “I’ll see thee in the morning, first thing.” A few moments later, the only one still awake was the dumb chunk of gristle, busily tenting the blankets to signal his frustration.

  /

  Gary woke in the dream world with a sharp jolt that was unfamiliar. It felt like a puzzle piece snapping into place securely, completing an image that had been inchoate and disrupted.

  “Gary Ward! Come face me, you worm!” War’s voice was loud, immediate and closer than ever before. Annoyingly so.

  He rose, dressed himself in common clothing of particularly unremarkable cut, cloth, color, cleanliness and care. He looked like a tipped over laundry hamper, in muted colors of drab brown, gray and tan. The bedroom door closed behind him firmly, creating a metaphysical barrier as a corresponding door in his mind swung closed. With due care he sealed each door behind himself as he passed through, while flexing his will to close and lock all his other doors, windows and portals.

  The wall and hedge grew taller, thornier and less approachable with each step across the garden, while a gate of crossed bronze tipped spears manifested at the gate, replacing the charming white picket fence and arbor of tropical flowers.

  Beyond his garden gate, the world was vastly changed. Endless expanses of dusty, airless moonscape stretched to the horizon, pocked with craters and jagged stones. War stood there, his sword of blood and flame everburning and dripping onto the barren, lifeless rocks. All in red platemail of the most fantastical, absurd kind, he stood; bare midriff and bulging oiled muscles glinting redly under a sheen of freshly spilled blood.

  “Shut up, asshole.” The Fool snapped angrily at his unwanted guest.

  “I am divine and eternal, wretched, mortal filth! Unliving, carrion thing!” He bellowed excitedly. “My ineffable and endless being is beyond mortal scope!”

  “Ineffable? Really, War? You’ve been rehearsing this, haven't you.” It was a statement, delivered flatly and without amusement on an arctic breeze from somewhere terribly alien and far away.

  “You got lucky, dipshit. You escaped somehow and weaseled your way back here, but this is as far as you go. If you’d kept your trap shut, I might not have noticed for years, maybe never…” He growled angrily, as he closed the gate behind himself.

  “You just have to be the bigshot; even after an ass whooping you barely managed to survive. Maybe I’ll finish the job for good and all, right here.” He stalked toward the giant being, barely waist high to War’s avatar of blood, metal and flames. “You know I can and that I will, with no remorse.”

  As he spoke, the mad musician prowled toward the vastly more potent entity, who stepped back briskly, while diminishing in size very rapidly at the same time.

  “I come to talk…” War insisted, sounding aggressive, angry and belligerent, when he wasn’t actually pugnacious. “We must reach an…” He stammered, struggling with concepts outside his usual scope. “An agreement! That’s it!” He bellowed furiously.

  “Right…” Gary whispered, forcing the being to listen closely to hear at all. “So go on, try and be agreeable. I wonder if you can.”

  “Mortal piglet! I have slaughtered numbers beyond counting, ruled over the bloody handed lives of your race for untold generations and I AM YOUR GOD!” His cry reached for the heavens and made the stars ring in their orbits, chiming in keys unknown to mortal hearing.

  “Dude, you done fucked up now. My wife just got here and she’s pissed.” Gary muttered sourly. “I’m an undying, godslaying abomination against nature, but she’s really scary!” He stepped aside and pretended to admire the lunar landscape spreading out from the garden wall in endless desolation.

  “War, ye have stepped in it right and proper, ye divine arse-hole!” A loud, angry, feminine voice raged from the garden, as angrily chiming bells sang a song of doom over the hedge.

  War vanished like a popped soap bubble, leaving no trace of his presence behind at all.

  Shai emerged from the garden gate looking far less intimidating than she had seemed, and rather relieved that the deity had scarpered.

  “By the divines, lad, get inside ye damned Fool of a Fool, oh most Foolish mooncalf of mine.” She grumbled, while hugging him close. “I’ll nae let War have another try at thee!”

  “If he tries anything, I’ll be having another try at him. And he knows I’ll scrape him off my shoe like fresh horse-shit and feel no more remorse.” He answered coldly, in a tone of voice she hadn’t heard in a very long time.

  “Maybe I’ll do him like the slug… Remember him? I could shit War into the world and slaughter his ass with a garden tool. Poetic.”

  “Only ye would call that poetry…” She paused to reflect for a moment. “Aye, Dannyl would draw a fine picture of it, but damn yer eyes, none of that!”

  “Never forget, I’m the Fool, my love.” He sighed softly, as their rage dribbled away like water into thirsty sand. “Lets go inside. People we actually like are waiting in there.”

  They left the barren, airless moonscape, passing back into the lush, starlit springtime of the garden between worlds, Their true home.

  “Hey, Thirp, what’s going on with the lunar surface outside?” He asked as the pale, leggy, eight fingered spider goddess appeared before them, stepping from a tree that couldn’t have concealed her.

  “Of course.” She answered, amusement quirking her smile around her fangs. “The Madman’s Moon is your dungeon world, a physical globe, spinning in the metaphysical space where several dozen worlds intersect… and intersect each other.” She waved her long, slim, white furred arms wide to encompass the garden.

  “This is simply a manifestation, a doorway, like the home you create in the physical world. A tiny slice of the Madman’s Moon, made manifest on mortal soil.”

  “Uhh… woah!” The Fool answered, displaying his usual level of wit.

  “Exactly, you are a highly volatile rift in space, time, ether and the void, all rolled into one chaotic, self willed mortal. You pose any number of thorny problems!” The spider goddess shifted and stutter-stepped eagerly, unable to fully contain herself.

  “You seem… excited.” He remarked, while Shai giggled at her goddess.

  “Yes, the Hermit agreed to meet with me, when next our paths cross. He is close and drawing nearer. I sense him.” She sighed wistfully. “I could just bundle him up, so snug and tight…” She purred.

  “Uh, when you say he’s getting closer, like, closer to my house?” Gary asked. “My house is in Goblinhome right now.”

  “Of course it is, silly!” She chided him gently. “Do you think those of us who dwell here don’t realize when a new door is opened? A door into another reality?” She scoffed and laughed merrily. “Would you notice if your chamber window suddenly opened onto the ocean floor?”

  “Uh-huh, interesting. Hey, Thirp… What effect do you think a huge bevy of highly sexually liberated goblin girls would have on this place, if they all jumped in the pool with Ward and Fig?” He asked sweetly, as a small sex-plosion went off over the hedge at the pool. “I put a magic circle on the ceiling around our bed, before we went to sleep. We’ll be fine, love.”

  “I’m glad I married a witch, even if ye are troublesome at times.” She sighed as chaos erupted around them.

  /

  Wet, naked, bouncy goblins were just everywhere, and that meant everywhere. Two arctic gobbs were chilling in the walk in, the swamp, marsh and jungle gobbs had taken the steamy grotto for themselves, while island, forest, plains and mountain gobs ruled the garden, orchards and lawn.

  They lounged around in robes, or almost in robes in most cases… There was a lot of green skin just hanging out there, all over the place.

  “I love this place!” Harry whispered, his face pressed against the window, peering down through the fogged glass.

  “Remember to breathe, bro… your nose is bleeding again.” Perry offered him a hankie.

  “Don’t care. I can die now. Carry me away and bury me face down, so the world can kiss my ass...” He whispered breathily against the glass.

  “Dude, gross.” Larry mumbled. “You’re gonna bust a vein in your head like that!”

  “Carve boobies on my headstone, let me die in peace.” Harry gasped, sinking to the floor beneath the window… but not so far he couldn’t still see.

  Lindsey and Barry watched from their corner of the big room upstairs in the boy’s house, curled up together on his bunk. “Idiots, all of them…” Barry sighed at his agitated brothers, from the arms of a leggy damsel. “Befuddled by a bit of bare flesh.” He pronounced in high minded tones of moral superiority.

  “Oh? You are impervious to the charms of all those cute, vivacious, charming green ladies?” She asked sweetly, while unbuttoning Mister Macgruber’s secret tummy-pouch of mild erotica and dog-eared lingerie catalogs. Her furtive, questing hand came up empty; the plush owlbear had been re-stuffed with a small pillow, a perfectly un-sexy and not at all embarrassing pillow.

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  That was distressing, but she had more tricks to play, thanks to her new goblin friend and the ever irrepressibly naughty Admiral Amy.

  The boy she leaned against was so warm, solid and reliable, like the walls of the orphanage she’d grown up in, these last years. Where those walls stifled and enclosed, setting her on one path, only to divert her to another, at another’s whim. Yet another capricious choice, made by someone else had spun her out into this place of gentle madness and unexpected beauty.

  She blushed and gave a small shudder of pleasure as she slipped a little surprise into the owlbear’s hidden tummy pouch, before buttoning it almost entirely closed… almost entirely. That part was critical!

  /

  Lindsey shuddered against him, so Barry pulled a light blanket from his stores and draped it over them, which brought her closer to him with a soft sigh of delight.

  ‘Well played…’ He congratulated himself, as her slender, long fingers began roaming his chest, inside his shirt! Her other arm draped indolently around his neck, toying with his earlobe, where no one could see.

  Each breath she took pressed her ever so slightly closer, as she drew away just a scant bit, with the warm exhalations that stirred the hair at the nape of his neck.

  Every fiber and nerve of his being whispered the awesome and awful truth; there were boobs, smushed against him, right there!

  Lots of other soft, good smelling and warm girl-stuff too, on his bunk, under a blanket. His ears were ringing a little and there were some spots swirling in his vision… it was cool, all cool.

  /

  That darn blanket was a blessing… he wouldn’t find her little gift, til after she was gone, which was perfect! She let her hands have a giddy little wander at the thought of his face when he found those filmy lacy little nothings, Daisy had given her.

  Scarlet lace panties of the most scandalous sort, even more wickedly sexy than anything the catalogs held, crafted by the burly dwarf lad that had apprenticed himself to Barry’s dad.… She snuggled in closer, giving in to the siren call of his broad, warm body and safe, comforting arms. He was going to be deliciously shocked, even though she had never worn them. That idea sent a thrill shuddering through her, something she’d worn… down there? Left for him? Suddenly Daisybelle’s insistence that they be ‘properly stunk up with girly stink’ made a certain wicked, depraved and delightful sense.

  Gently, carefully, she wriggled from the underthings she was wearing and slipped into those delicious, decadent, darling things.

  The silly, sassy white satin boyshorts, so much like what they wore, but skimpy, soft, smooth and silky, slipped into the plush toy’s tummy, waiting like a sexy boy-trap, to close on her prey when he was most vulnerable. Deeply pleased by her bold and reckless daring, she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

  /

  Daisybelle smiled, as her big, blocky dwarf slept on, worn to exhaustion by her charms. He barely moved as she petted her pet cave serpent and gave it a good morning kiss. The poor dear was just as tired as his master, after the night they’d had.

  She gave a small squeak of discomfort as she stood, and her smooshed girly bits complained about the rough treatment.

  “Too bad for you…” She whispered to the poor, battered darling, on her way downstairs. “Gotta toughen up, pussy! My turd-cutter will never be able to handle that thing!”

  Mary-Lou sniggered and giggled at her from the front room, when she came down, still chatting with her undercarriage.

  “Laugh away… My lady bits need a pep-talk after that!” She scoffed at her older sister. “Bathtime, gotta be ready when he wakes up!”

  Alone in the royal baths, she floated around and smiled up at the daylit sky, wondering if she would ever become nocturnal again… Maybe after she had a pup or two…” that warm and cozy thought sent her searching out her mate, who was still out cold and immovable as a mountain. He was face down too, so she couldn’t even get her hands on the fun stuff. Even his butt was too rock solid with muscle to even sneak a fingie in, hoping to boop his donut playfully. He just clenched in his sleep, nearly breaking her whole hand when the stoney cheeks clashed together!

  She swore it threw sparks, when those rocky mounds collided. As she slipped away in search of fun, she giggled; wondering if he could touch off his own farts, by clashing his biscuits.

  /

  Lindsey woke slowly, warm and feeling so very safe in the arms of her big, solid boy. She squirmed a little, getting closer to the warm, soft and squishy girl between them. She opened her eyes, meeting Daisybelle’s round bottom, draped in something sheer, lacy and entirely pointless as ‘clothing’ of any sort. If anything, it was more scandalously lewd than were she naked, and face down between Barry’s legs… That thought took a moment to check in.

  /

  Daisybelle crept into the boys’ room, following Lindsey’s scent… The scent of a human girl who was super aroused, agonizingly so, the poor dear. She almost squeaked with joy, when she found the two nesting together, with the others sprawled in their own beds nearby. She ignored the others, following the tantalizing aroma of a boy who was almost ready to combust and a girl who was throwing sparks! With disbelief she sniffed the close, warm, boyscented air of the room… Smoke, sparks, but no flames, to carry the metaphor to the end. The girl remained unspoiled!

  Daisybelle took another long, slow sniff, this time right under their shared bedding, disbelieving what her nose told her. A careful investigation of the smiling face of the sleeping girl proved she hadn’t gobbled him down, not a trace of babygoo to be found!

  Beyond incredulous, she slowly and carefully joined their nest, wriggling in between to get a look at the situation, up close. It was a fine cock, as humans measure such things… very nice, in fact. Not a patch on the mighty, girthy hammer her boy was swinging, but it was a kingly scepter indeed; long, thick and juicy looking! She took a gentle poke at his hog and smiled when it stirred restlessly. That was just fine!

  And yet, it smelled of only boy and frustrated boy goop; no trace of girlie at all. So far as the curious gobb could tell, her Lin-lin hadn’t even had a fondle of the treat she’d worked so hard for! Shameful behavior from this boy!

  With the dedication of a true artist, she began her work, slowly, gently and carefully rearranging the sleepers into a configuration more suiting her fancies.

  Sadly, Lin-lin stirred and woke, before she was entirely ready, but it was performance art, one couldn’t expect perfection! When she felt the first intake of conscious breath on her bottom, Daisybelle slipped gracefully aside, presenting her masterpiece to her new bestest friend ever!

  /

  Lindsey drew in a breath to ask the goblin what the fuck she was doing, just as the lithe, perky green backside vanished, leaving the grey eyed maiden eye to eye with the biggest, longest and most fearsomely erect… thing, she had ever encountered, up close and resting on her cheek. The heat of it almost scalded her, even as the slow thudding of Barry’s heartbeat tapped against her face, slow as a waterclock.

  “Quick, slurp on it before he wakes! If you’re doing stuff when he wakes up, he won’t be able to resist!” She whispered eagerly in Lindsey’s ear.

  “Don’t worry, I only breathed on it and fogged it up for you! I only touched it once and that was just a claw! Doesn’t count!”

  Too mortified to move, too terrified to act, she lay there, her eyes wide and a droplet of something gleaming, as she lay eye to eye with… It.

  “Hurry up and kiss it, before he wakes, darling! The time is now!” DaisyBelle hissed furiously. “All my hard work! Do you know how heavy this boy is? Getting his babystick out without touching was a big-big challenge! So long and stiff! But it’s all for my sweet Lin-lin!”

  A huge, calloused hand came reaching over, gently removing the intruding organ from Lindsey’s cheek. “Daisybelle Ward, get out of their bed this instant!” Gandree’s low, rumbling voice whispered, like gravel rolling in a mountain stream. He gently tucked his new brother’s cock away, amazed that the boy was still out and glared at his mate.

  “I’m sorry, Lindsey. I think most goblins struggle with the niceties of… courtship that other races expect.” He answered blandly, as he wiped his hands on his trouser legs. Barry is sure a heavy sleeper… all of them are…” He remarked.

  “Thank the gods for that…” Lindsey whispered, as she pulled her nightshirt down over her shocking red panties. “I could just die, here and now.” She hissed as she fled the room.

  “See, now Lin-lin is gonna be mad at you. Only a little pre-baby on her cheek after all that effort!” She mumbled angrily at her boy. “She won’t hardly get a taste, from that sorry dribble of stuff.” With that, the little green terror vanished down the stairs, calling to her friend. “Lin-lin, wait up! I’ll get a parsley leaf to wipe your face, it’ll be delicious! Like a tiny salad with boy-dressing!”

  /

  Slow, soft music filled the air, undirected and directionless, coming from everywhere, all around… So to did the warm musky scent of male skin, warmed by the sun and clean, fresh sweat on a bare, warm chest drift all around accompanied by the soft, almost velvety smoothness of smooth manskin, stretched over firm, rounded muscles that tensed and throbbed subtly under her touch.

  Her faceless lover sighed something wordless and endearing in a voice she couldn’t quite hear, as something hot, firm and intrusive pressed on her lower belly, drawing a moan of pleasure from her lips.

  She woke, when Shiro stepped on her tummy with the weight of a cat much larger than the tiny fluffball he appeared to be. Sweaty, disheveled and embarrassed, even though only her familiar was awake to see her state, Amy Ward rolled out of bed and dashed for the baths, her dark cheeks purpled by the dream she’d been enjoying so fully.

  “Oh, gods…” She muttered as she realized she was the only member of the family awake at all. The goblins had all fled for shelter from the sun, mostly. A few moved around the town, dressed in shady hats, light colored cloaks and smoked goggles to protect their eyes but none remained on the grounds and certainly none were in the baths, under the late morning light.

  Alone in the vast pool, she attended to a bit of much needed self care under the waterfall, before swimming to the side to search out her kin.

  That was when Lindsey appeared, sobbing, distraught and a complete mess, dressed in a short night-shirt and precious little more. She shed her clothing at the edge and leapt into Amy’s arms with great heaving sobs shaking her lean, lanky frame.

  “What happened, darling? Are you hurt?” She asked, her worries forgotten in the moment.

  “B… B-Barry’s… thing… it was on my face! Right on my face…” She gasped, shaking and barely able to breathe.

  “What did he do?” The Admiral asked, a note of anger and restrained horror in her voice.

  “N-not Barry… Her! She did it!” Lindsey stammered, pointing at the little green monster, smiling at them as she dove into the pool.

  “Yub-yub! I’m a good helper! That bad boy, leaving you in this state when he’s got so much-much goop in him!” She scolded the distant boy fiercely. “Shameful and wasteful! Poor empty Lindsey needs stuffing so bad!” She sucked her fangs and nodded happily. You at least got a tiny taste of him, that smelled pretty yummy, sweet! Lucky-lucky!”

  “Daisy…” Amy began, as the wet, slippery goblin wriggled into their hug.

  “He’s not like my Gandree at all! My boy’s so sticky and rich, like roast dire-turkey gravy and so much-much!” She mulled that for a while. “Do different kinds of boys taste different?” She asked the room.

  /

  “I’m sorry, Gary, Shai, I deeply regret this oversight.” Ghnash said softly, as they woke, mildly surprised to find the goblin king and his queens on their bed in Amy’s room. The queens were both sprawled across his lap gazing up with adoration, their slightly rounded bellies distending the skimpy nightgowns they wore. Thankfully, the king was wearing pants today, his scepter stowed safely away.

  “We should have seen this coming when Ward showed up…” Gary sighed, while Shai grumbled about missing an important appointment this morning at dawn.

  “It was a pretty sexy night for us, once Shai chased War’s sorry ass away.” He said with a yawn and a long hug for his bride.

  “That’s upsetting on its own, brother! Too-too much divine interference!” Ghnash complained, bringing displeased sighs from his mates when he shifted position. “But I was talking about Hermit, he had his first date with lady Spider-boobs last night, while we slept. He arrived and spun his web in your rafters, unsuspecting what awaited him.” Ghnash chuckled darkly. “He is cocooned now, molting his shell again… and changing.”

  “Aye… I feel her joy singing in my bond even now.” Shai whispered warmly, her hands wandering over Gary’s back and belly without her awareness. “Tis’ distracting, I find.”

  “Oh, yeah, I get it…” Gary sighed, as he melted back onto Shai, feeling too comfy to worry. “We have some… important things to discuss… bro.”

  “Oh! Can we helps! Chelsea is good-good helper! “I’ll aim him good, when we run him through you! Queen Sabrina can hold your legs open!”

  “Chelsea… I promise to smoosh you really good, but my brother and his wife would rather be alone for their fuck-play.” He soothed the chipper little terror by licking her ear, long and slow. “They are shy! Come along Sabbie! As punishment, Chelsea has to watch me smash you first, and no helping!”

  “That was awkward… socially.” Gary managed to say, before he got tackled into the covers by a red-haired dynamo with hands and lips just everywhere.

  /

  Barry woke, feeling like he had missed something important and super duper weird. He staggered out of his bunk, wondering where Lindsey went and why his junk was tucked out the fly and up the leg of his undershorts in such a strange manner. He headed downstairs and almost bumped into Lindsey, Amy and Daisybelle having a heated discussion in the bath. He heard the voices and the agitated splashing as soon as he entered the changing room.

  He noped out of that and dipped back inside, wondering why they hadn’t put up the pink curtain to indicate lady-time. Segregated bathing was a pain, but since Lindsey, Mai and so many other new people were hanging around, it made sense.

  In the kitchen, he found Gandree, rolling pin in hand and something delicious smelling on the stove. “Dire-turkey pot pies, with extra gravy. Daisybelle’s favorite.” He said with a sad smile.

  “She’s gonna need something warm and comforting, when those two are done with her and she’s gonna be on punishment for a while.”

  “She cause some trouble last night?” Barry asked with a huge yawn, as he poured the coffee.

  “I had to handle some delicate issues this morning, while you guys were still sleeping.” He answered evasively. “I’m still… unsure how to discuss the situation with the parties involved.”

  “We all know how she is by now… I’m sure it was just silly shenanigans and sexy nonsense anyway.” He said with a smile. “We’ve never really talked like this, bro… I feel like we got a little closer. Cool!”

  “About that, brother Barry…” Gandree said very slowly and carefully, his cheeks reddening by the word.

  /

  “...And that’s my tackle, young lady! Not a toy to goof on your little friends with!” Barry didn’t yell, or even raise his voice, but the emotions behind his words struck Daisybelle like a tempest rolling in from the sea.

  “You have to respect other people’s boundaries, especially their… I’m saying you can’t just clown around with people’s emotions and relationships!”

  “It’s just a dick and a couple balls…” She mumbled, sounding confused.

  “My dick and balls!” Barry barked, just a little louder.

  “Pfft! Only cause Lindsey’s too chicken to gobble you up! Even when it’s served up to her!” Daisy griped under her breath. “Your uncle Ward is so much more fun!”

  “I’ll explain it to her. Barry, Lindsey…. I’m sorry… about… everything.” Gandree mumbled, looking as cold and hard as a granite mountain in winter. “She’ll behave.”

  Poor Lindsey sat there, shell shocked and deeply upset by the whole situation and wondering if she could climb into her own navel and vanish from the world.

  /