One2One - Goblin Lover 9 - Competence

Cherie leaned and, gripped her dull brown hair firmly, opened her mouth and stopped short of screaming. She had just logged off and was close to hyperventilating because of how embarrassed and degraded she was personally.
“Oh my god why is my character so dumb!” She leaned forward, her stomach muscles tensing as she cringed visibly.
“I don't even wanna look at the screen. What have I done. I like this game, but...” She had made a mistake that was not uncommon. She was unhappy with her character. It began as a joke and a roleplaying concept. A woman that calls herself a 'famous detective' where all of her stats for actually performing that role were completely abysmal. But, while she expected maybe a few chuckles something unexpected happened as she first started playing the game. She became popular. Then she somehow became successful. She had never so much as solved a case but her character's Rapport was so high that she simply lucked into being appreciated everywhere she went. Problems were not actually problems within the game. They would typically sort themselves out in a manner of days because unlike in the real world the victims were not actually dead and often came back. When the dust inevitably settled the credit inevitably fell on the charismatic 'Expert Detective.' People simply assumed she was actually doing the work because her character was deluded into believing such and was just Charismatic enough to make those she spoke to believe it effortlessly.

Cherie frowned deeply. “My character got sucked into a hole and fucked in the mouth by Goblins. They came on her face and she didn't even know AND she thinks they're hunting a gang of Gnomes. What the hell...” She leaned back and began to calm herself
“That Wendie girl is on the right track.” Cherie, at least outside the game was aware that the girl had probably made a character to compliment hers. Thankfully she was actually quite capable. She did not go along with the joke. It was annoying at first until it became valuable.
“Sherri and Dr. Wendie... Hm.” She mused.
“I mean, I'll probably get credit without trying for this one as well. Having Wendie around just means something is actually gonna get done.” She chuckled to herself.

“Good deal.”

She squirmed in her seat, feeling a little hot. “Still... You shitting me? Horny Goblins?” Her hand idly fell between her thighs as her other hand manipulated the mouse to her second screen. Her browser lit up. She clicked her tongue as images popped up, drawn and generated.
“Hm.” She intoned, closing her eyes after taking a few of them in. She inhaled deeply and smiled as she imagined herself. Cherie was not bad looking. In fact, it was quite difficult to be bad looking in the 'wonderful' future they lived in with drive-through boob jobs and creams that effectively ceased aging in exchange for a very slight silicone or plastic-y feeling to one's skin. Nothing she had done, yet. The girl sunk down in her chair and got comfortable. Her shoulder length brown hair, her slender waist and the reasonable curve to her hips and ass; her breasts, which she could take or leave, were modest C-cups but a small Goblin hand could dig into them easily as if they were D's. She imagined one like the images she just took in balancing on her hips, pulling her hair and digging their hands into her tits while holding her nipples like bars.
“Oh god...” She opened her mouth, salivating as her free fingers poked into her sex for lubrication before drawing back up and rolling around her sensitive, hooded weak-spot. She closed her mouth, bit her lips and wiggled her hips. She clenched them and pushed three fingers deep when she imagined the cock that entered her character's mouth entering her cunt instead. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and looked around. Charri got up.
“Where's my vibrator!?” She hopped around her apartment looking for it while she was still horny.

-

Wendie watched Sherrie's 'Detective-work' very closely. She followed her dutifully through the business district as they questioned various Gnome and even Dwarf owned shops. Luckily all of their alibi's seemed to check out. If one of them accidentally ended up looking suspicious Wendie knew that Sherrie might follow that lead for days, past when the actual mystery was solved by circumstance. Their last stop, by some coincidence, was a Gnome-owned tavern. Sherri was of course inspecting each individual menu item while Wendie waited and looked over her notes.

Nyle stared at the duo from afar, Luara was at his side. The two Elves would not stand out in what they were wearing. A blond female elf in regular clothing and a Silver-haired Elf that seems as if they could swing either way. The only thing that stood out was the fact that Nyle was very obviously wearing a collar around his neck. He tried to avoid touching it or pulling at it to draw attention, but it was uncomfortably tight.

“Those are the ones we're supposed to be wary of?” He asked.

“Apparently the Detective and her assistant stumbled upon two of our major locations. Scouts saw the assistant down in the sewers but they were smart. One of them stayed up so if we tried to go after her the Detective would've been able to get help. She's have a lead, to boot...”

“So we're actually dealing with someone who's pretty competent. Usually people in this game just role play competence.”

“Well, yeah. You're an actual Professional.”

“And you're a professional degenerate.” Nyle smirked.

“Wow.”

“Just saying. It's not role play with you.” He added innocently.

“Yeah yeah.” Luara leaned back and stared up as the perky waitress approached their table.
“We're fine, thanks. Just the free refills on bread and water.”

She seemed a bit annoyed. “Well... Luckily those gentlemen at the bar purchased you both a drink!” She dropped the cocktails on the table. Despite the fact that it was a fantasy world, it was inevitable that someone would recreate modern drinks.

“There's really no benefit in game to the 'drunk' debuff...” Nyle complained, glancing over at the bar. As the two burly men waved he smiled politely and waved back, mouthing 'Hello.' At them.

“There isn't one in real life, either, but people still drink.” With that Luara sipped from the straw.
“You know they're coming on to us, right? BOTH of us.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He blushed.
“Maybe it's the collar but I kinda enjoy the attention. Do you?”

Luara shrugs. “I'm used to it.”

“Of course you are. You're pretty.” Nyle complimented somewhat forwardly.
“In real life, too.”

Luara's face went red. “Look at you... Coming out of your shell.”

“It's all out in the open now.”

“I still don't get you. You never did anything gay?”

“No? Maybe you're just tricked yourself into thinking it was the case? Just because I looked good and took care of my appearance and my hygiene hanging out with the boys seemed like I was fucking them?” He laughed.
“You wouldn't think about that with any other guy.”

“You are ALSO pretty, though, idiot.” Luara claimed.
“In real life, too. Did none of them ever come on to you?”

Nyle scratched his chin lightly. “Maybe a few times but I always just knew how to establish boundaries and I was friends with the boys and the girls so if anyone tried anything it'd get around quickly.” He leaned back.
“Have you thought about... Outside the game? Us?”

“Yeah... But I haven't made any decisions so stop pushing me, ass.” She rolled her eyes.

“At your own pace.” He raised his hands defensively.
“But... Just so you know I make enough to support you on my own so if money is the issue-”

“Stop.” She ordered.

“S-sorry.” Nyle blushed.

“At you're own pace. I'll stop bothering you about-”

“Not that, stupid! They're moving.” Luara tried to not look as the two women left the bar and began to leave. The Detective was double-fisting a pint and a turkey leg. Luara grinned.
“If we can take them together that would end the threat right here and now.”

“Alternately... It could end things for us if it backfires. Aren't these people super good at what they do?”
“True.” As they walked out the door Luara got up and began to leave as well. Nyle followed after her. She glanced back and whispered.
“So we just follow them for now and see what happens.”

The Detective and her assistant left the Bar and immediately started winding her way through streets and alleyways in a seemingly aimless direction. Nyle and Luara followed with their hoods up and their masks on to avoid being identified.
“Isn't this actually perfect?” Nyle offered.

“No...” Luara shook her head and bit down hard on her lips.
“It's bait. They're running through all the best areas for us to take them and pull them away without being seen. You know what that means, right?”

“It means... They might not be as smart as we thought.”

“No! It means they're obviously setting a trap. They're waiting to get ambushed.” Luara claimed.

“Oooh.” Nyle nodded.

“Of course.”

“There, they went round that corner. We'll have to speed up!”

Nyle whispered after her. “But if you think it's a trap-” They both stopped, running face first into Sherri and Dr. Wendie.

-

Minutes earlier Wendie was trying to talk some sense into Sherrie. “M-miss you're very drunk... We shouldn't be walking through these dark streets and alleyways. We're sitting ducks. Please...” She implored.

“Nonsense...” Sherri sniffed.
“I feel like we on to something going in this direction.”

“We're literally going in circles.” The Doctor complained. She glanced back and saw cloaked figures following them.
“Damn!”

“What is it, dear assistant?” Sherri slurred.

Wendie pulled Sherrie around the corner onto the list street just outside of the alleyway and drew her hand-crossbow. In her other hand she held the drunk detective close to keep her from wandering off as she confronted the people following them. As they waited, the two elves barreled around the corner and looked shocked to be confronted with Wendie's finely-crafted crossbow bolt pointing squarely at their faces. They both raised their hands.

“S-sorry!” One of the stammered out. Another one, a blonde seemed uncomfortable and did not speak.

“Why are you following us?” Wendie inspected them, but their masks blocked identification. It was suspicious. All she could tell was that they were elves and maybe a bit more that was poking out from their hoods and cloaks.
“Also, keep those hands where I can see them!”

“Oh don't be sho sh-shy, Doctor!” Sherri stumbled past, dropped her half-eaten turkey leg and reached into her coat pocket, causing each of the elves to flinch. She wobbled on her legs as she pulled free a fancy-looking ink-well pen.
“Alright... Autographs... Where'sh your pads, ladies? You-” She hiccuped.
“You have to be ready at times like these.”

Wendie was stunned. “G-get out of the way!” Sherrie was standing in front of her hand-crossbow.

“Oh lighten up. They're FANSH!”

The two elves traded a confused glance, then nodded vehemently. “Yeah!” They both said at once in a similar voice and tone. Wendie could at least deduce that they were both women. One of them reached into their cloak and pulled out a spare bit of parchment, handing it to Sherri.
“Please mark it down on this. Thank you...” She asked timidly.

“No need to be shhhhy dear shitizens!” Sherri giggled, jotting down her autograph in big wavy letters across the page.
“Now go! There'sh dangerous individualsh on the loose...” She shooed them away.

“But-” Wendie was stunned. She watched the two elves waste no time running back around the corner. They disappeared by the time Wendie was able to make it around the drunk detective.
“Dammit!” She began to seethe.

“What nice girlsh...” Sherri hiccuped again. As she turned around Wendie punched her and knocked her lights out.