One 2 One - Goblin Lover 2 - Harder. Better. Stronger.

Luara was taken, surprisingly, to a camp and not a fortress. It was as defensible as camps could be with three sides flanked by cave and cliff walls and the only opening hidden within dense brush. She was worried, because the Goblins that made camps versus retreating to the much more defensible fortresses were prime targets for players. Ultimately, she was not disappointed by what she saw. It had been roughly a week since her first encounter and all the time in between then and now was spent figuring out what happened. In that time, the Goblin party had made full use of the first party they captured thanks to her help.

In the game, barring some circumstances, appearances often reflected roughly what a Player Character's stats would place them at. The Tank that was sold out from the first party had gone through some intriguing changes to reflect a change in stats and possibly even a change in class. The woman was heavily pregnant with what was probably a large litter of goblins. Luara was fooled by the fact that there were more goblins than before, but it was definitely the same group as before, since it was the same party as before. She was happy the Goblins survived the whole time, but it was no accident. Some of the newer Goblins looked a bit stronger than the rest and it became clear how that was possible when she inspected the former Tank.

She felt a sense of euphoria wash over her as she saw the woman's level had dropped from the double to single digits. She could not be positive, but Luara inferred that all of her power, all of the bonuses and boons she had accrued through playing the game, possibly over many years, had been leeched from her and given to her Goblin young many times over. Her mind swam with the possibilities and multiple other questions.

'Was it one for one? Less? Do they inherit buffs and other magic?' She jumped as she heard the Character gasp and looked closely to see the light in her eye was 'on' so to speak.

“Wait...” A smile grew as it occurred to her.
“Are you online right now?”

The former Tank blushed and attempted to look vacant, but under scrutiny and with Luara leaning closer and closer her lips quivered and she caved.
“F-fine. Yes... I am logged in.”

“You... Don't have to be.” The Elf teased.

“The only reason you'd be online is-”

“Sh-shut it!” The former Tank whispered.

“Come on. I wont judge. Actually, I want to know the details.”

The girl relented and rubbed her swollen belly. “I tried to put in a ticket for an unstuck or something but the GM's said that they don't get players unstuck from situations that are not bug related and that I should wait until the NPC's kill this Character so I can respawn. I... Was curious if I'd respawn, or if they'd killed me or something so I logged in to...” She gulped.

“To?” Luara was salivating.

“Fucked, bred, used over and over again... At first I logged out right away, but then the feeling when I left the game, I went back in... It stayed. I- I-” She took a deep breath.

“Let it out.”

The woman grinned madly and added. “I felt it. I stayed logged in and felt all my levels, my hard work slipping away. I've never had kids in real life but I actually kind of... Feel like a mother in this game now. My pain is turned down really low so it doesn't even feel all that bad. It... It feels amazing actually and they grow really fast. Mine are stronger than the normal ones...” She whimpered and added.
“They have all my levels and all my stats already... I don't know what happens now.”

Luara comforted her. “You wont get tossed. What's going to happen is, you're going to be kept forever, giving birth to low-level goblins.” She shuddered.
“If you're interested in remaining in the game like this... We could be in touch.”

“That's disgusting.” The woman snapped back, but Luara could hear her holding back her criticism. She was so close to giving in. Her body had become a curvy masterpiece. No more muscle, no more power. She was purely built for being bred, giving birth and providing milk to nourish goblins young and old.

“The Goblins you created helped conquer another party.” Luara commented. There was a vague sense of pride that entered the woman's expression before she controlled her reaction. The other Players Characters were being brought in and set up as they spoke.

Once she was done conversing with the woman she glanced over to observe the other women she had doomed. Unlike the girl that was logged in, those were lifeless dolls. Their levels had been drained as well and they bolstered the camp, but Luara could not help but feel as though it would only go so far. The highest level that seemed to be stolen per goblin young was around two or three. They could produce a camp full of higher grade goblins but even if they drained hundreds of high level players that way it was still the case that no single Goblin could stand up to even a bellow average player. That was always the case. They relied on numbers. She was afraid the camp was doomed without help. In fact, it was becoming a tempting target purely because of their success. There was loot piled up in a corner. Some of the swords were being used by the Tanks stronger young, since the small creatures required strength to use normal weapons, but otherwise it was all just waiting to be looted by adventurers after a raid.

As she was inspecting the stockpile, the Shaman pulled her aside. In the background she heard the sounds of players cursing her as their spikes were removed. They had no gear and their restraints were strong. She ignored the cattle and acknowledged the Goblin respectfully. He seemed to actually have some recognition as she knelt down in front of him. Her heart beat quickly as he said something, and then reached back into his pouch. Luara lowered her head and waited.

'This is it... This is where I get spiked. Bred. Whatever they want out of me, I'm theirs forever. This is the end!' She thought excitedly. After a long pause she opened her eyes and saw a crude Goblin totem. It had no power or rarity or use, but it struck Luara because what it was was something similar to a badge or a flag. The others carried them, or at least the symbol. Her jaw dropped.
“M-me?” She pointed to herself.

The gangly little pot-belly Shaman grinned and nodded, pushing the thing into her hands. She started to tear up. It wasn't what she wanted, but it was actually so much more. She nodded and lowered herself even further after receiving it. She felt a tap on the back of her head that she thought was a hand. When she looked up it was clearly not a hand. It was a veiny green cock that was far thicker and longer than she would've expected. It was close to being hard. She did not hesitate and immediately took the thing into her hands. She started stroking it, and then kissed and licked it and recoiled. The taste was bitter and sour and strange. Unpleasant. But then she did it again. It was like going in to lick a battery after being shocked the first time. The fact that it was so bad and that it also smelled so foul on top of it all is what made her head go completely numb. The fact that this thing would be forced on hapless adventurers that would not be able to stand it like her. The humiliation they would feel at having to service it. Even she was feeling it and only her extreme submissiveness to his Species drove her to force her lips over it willingly. She moaned, her eyes rolling back. Her free hand reached between her legs so that she could rub her own nethers while she serviced him. The taste and smell made her mouth produce mass amounts of saliva which then allowed her to polish more of the large misshapen member more efficiently. Just as she was about to feel sickly and lightheaded, the cleaned cock glided easily between her lips and became pleasant. The Goblin's saliva-polished green skin actually had a very pleasant flavor and the new musk and sweat he was producing was subtly intoxicating, to her at least.

He eventually tore his cock away from her and stroked it himself. It was throbbing. Ready. She gulped. “You want to...” He could not understand her and she could not understand him, but she assumed he did not want to waste his seed on her face or stomach.
“I'm ready.” She spread her legs. He smirked and turned, approaching one of the new captives. He pushed his cock into her writhing form as Luara looked on jealously. Her stomach distended somewhat from the sheer amount of seed his twitching balls were depositing. The fresh capture's level was going to be drained, probably over the course of  a few weeks since her level was so how. They would produce a good sized army but it was such a waste.

-

“And they let you go again?” GoblinLover questioned.

“He did. It was the same group. They're getting stronger, but-”

They interjected. “But it's not enough. I hear you. It seems special but what they're doing is actually just part of the usual cycle. There's nothing new here. The only thing that's new or interesting is that they let you go, seemingly by recognizing your value and what it got them.”

“Okay, so what now?”

“This is a fertile testing ground, pun not intended. Usually all attempts to helps Goblins advance is not met with success.”

“There have been other attempts?”

“Some... They've mostly just lead to failure. Since you have an actual in and it seems like their leader is listening, we have a real opportunity to try and improve upon this Warren.”

“Improve how? Goblins seem to have a limit.” Laura had to recognize that, as fun as Goblins were, they were actually quite weak as far as mobs went. The young could not level past two or three and their ability to equip themselves was primitive and tribal.

“Most do. I think the Shaman must have some rare Trait that allows him to learn beyond his limits. This isn't actually that unprecedented, by the way. It's a rare occurrence in mobs that allows for the creation of bosses. That's what I think it is, at least.”

“So we feed and empower the Shaman into becoming a Boss?”

“We've been there, done that. The bosses are a bigger target than anything and fall to the same cycles that we've been talking about. What they need is stronger fighters and equipment and logistics.”

Laura was getting tired of being shot down by GoblinLover. They sounded like they knew everything already, so why even have her there. She expected another smart answer when she said flippantly.
“So if the Shaman can learn, we give him the tools to manipulate Players and other stronger NPCs.” There was a long pause that Laura did not expect.

'Was it that stupid?' She wondered.

“GL?”

“Yeah.” They responded.

“That's actually a really good idea.”

“Really?”

“We've never tried it because Goblin bosses typically don't show the characteristics of the one you encountered. Even giving them the skills to manipulate or use others would never work unless they had the drive and the knowledge to actually extract cumulative value, which this one has.” Laura heard actual excitement in GoblinLover's vocaloid voice.

“Actually...”

“What?” She thought she heard worry creeping into their tone.

“I may need to think about this. This could have very far reaching effects if it gets out of control. We don't want to draw the attention of-”

Laura hung up. “That's all I needed to hear.” She smiled and ignored the subsequent calls she was getting. Instead, she called Nyle.

-

“Hey, I'm glad you wanted to meet in game but can I ask what happened to those girls you partied with? They dropped off the face of the earth.” He commented.

“Yeah, I have no idea.” She said flatly.

“Oh, okay.” He shrugged and smiled sweetly at her.

“What do you need? Want to play together?”

“Maybe later.” She began flippantly. Luara saw the look on his face and sighed.
“Sorry, I've just got this... Thing. I really need someone who's versed in mind magic, a crafter and an enchanter.”

Nyle tapped his chin. “I know... and Artisan that can do both and a Master Mind Magic user.”

“I'm sorry? I just wanted-” Luara closed her eyes and tried to stay calm. She was expecting him to know some low level Characters that had begun specializing. Artisans were devoted to crafted and played that aspect as if it was a separate game. Masters were high level players.
“That's actually great, but how do you know an Artisan and a Master?”

Nyle tilted his head to one side in thought. “The Artisan needed help with some market manipulation. I'm not super good at the game but I know a lot about econ and the game has a very robust economy so I actually had a lot of insights for her. The Master  and I are real life friends from another social circle I roll in and we connected shortly after I joined the game.”

“What's the other social circle?” She had to ask.

“Oh...” Nyle blushed.
“It's nothing, it's just another server I'm on. She's nice and we're just friends, I promise.”

“A server for...”

“Look, do you want me to connect you to them or not?” He uttered in frustration.

“Y-yeah! Sorry for prying, jeeze.” She paused as Nyle stared at her in shock.
“What?”

“That's the first time you've been really apologetic. This must be really important.” He beamed adorably.

“Yes.” She responded simply.

-

“So what's the Server?” Luara asked as the three of them walked. Both of the girls were far higher than her in terms of level, but neither of them were specialized in physical. Still, the Mind Mage was rightfully very confident in being untouchable in such a low level zone.

“If you are asking, Nyle did not tell you which means he did not want you to know.” The Mage responded in a very delicate tone. Her name was Uma in game and her player character was a tall Elven beauty that seemed to invoke thoughts of  Aphrodite. Blonde hair, soft skin and sparkling robes that were vaguely Hellenic. She wielded a large staff as more of a symbol than a weapon.

Luara grunted and looked over at the Artisan. Yenna was smiling and humming to herself as they walked to the location. She had told the two of them that she was trying to start a player town and needed both some wards against ill intent and advice on setting up a decent forge. Two believable, simple things that the girls could perform without requiring too much in return. If she had asked for more, there would be more questions and more required than just Nyle's word.

She was nervous that the two girls would be enough to topple what she'd worked up to so far. Uma was what she needed, but she was also dangerous if not brought under control quickly and Yenna, despite her points being oriented towards crafting, was set up to be an excellent support.

'But... If there's nothing to support...' Luara thought as she drew the spike from her sleeve slowly.

'Then there is no problem? Doing what?' It was a voice in her head, but it was not her own.

“Leading more adventurers to a ghastly fate.” Luara said in a dreamy tone before quickly covering her mouth. She looked over at Uma who was sporting a cocky smile.

“I am a 'mind' mage. Your resistance thresholds aren't high enough to bypass me. You would need to completely hamper a character to build them that high, so no one ever does it. I know for a fact you have no  items good enough to block me, either.” They continued walking forward as if nothing was happening. Luara looked over at the Artisan.

“She can not hear us. Be honest with me. All it is going to take for me to find out is effort and trust me, you do not want me to have to exert effort.

“We're almost there...” Luara relented.
“The Goblin camp.”

“Interesting.” Uma observed.

Luara was fearful. None of the low level Goblins stood any chance of even sneaking up on Uma. The only thing that would have worked is if she was spiked at the right time, and that time had passed. They entered the clearing outside the shallow cave and were immediately set upon by Goblins.
“You know an ambush wouldn't work on me so-” She stopped and watched as Luara held her hands up. For her it was the moment of truth to see if the Shaman could recognize use in Players other than her. If the Mind Mage was instantly just taken and made a mindless breeding slave then no progress could be made. The hope was that he would listen.
“Oh... Now this is interesting.” Uma commented as the Goblin leader seemed to Heed Luara and pulled back his fighters.

“A Goblin that does not attack on sight and-” Uma stared at Luara's blushing face very closely.
“A girl that is obsessed with them. I think I understand what you are doing, now.” Being a Mind mage was not about using one's powers excessively. The sign of a good one was more in what they could manage in between use of their powers. Their judgment and their insight without aid. Uma had it.

“Do you think it will work?” The woman asked knowingly.

Luara shrugged. “I hoped it would.”

Uma rubbed her chin. “Can a Goblin Shaman 'learn' mind magic. If he can... Can he utilize it for actual gain the way a player would? Interesting questions.” She smirked.
“So you planned to do what? Keep me restrained forever?”

“The hope was that blindfolded you'd be able to impart enough while also hampering your abilities enough that you didn't prove dangerous.”

“That would not have worked. You did not prepare enough. You should have bought items the Artisan made and used those against me.” Uma offered in a very frank tone. She looked to still be in very deep contemplation. Luara's heart sank. Then the woman added.
“I will do it. However, I am not going to become a slave or allow myself to be captured or used. This is purely out of my own interest in the result.”

“Really!?”

Uma nodded. “Yes.”

“So you'll control the Artisan, too?” Luara asked excitedly.

Uma laughed. “No.” The woman began counting down on one hand from five.
“You will need to figure that one out on your own. Most of this. I will instruct the leader in Magic and nothing more or less. I am curious to see how you manage.”

Luara rapidly pointed at the artisan as the countdown got down to one finger. Goblins jumped on the woman and restrained her and dragged her back to the cave screaming.
“What is happening!?” Yenna cried out.
“Help!”

-

The Artisan was blindfolded and breathing heavily. “Fuck... I can't believe we got captured. What's gonna happen to us?” She still had no idea what was going on, and had no clue that the two other women were standing comfortably, unrestrained a few feet away. With some creative hand gestures and no help from Uma, Luara convinced the Shaman to ward his men off of her. Uma watched in amusement as Luara pointed to the woman, then to the pile of equipment and to his shabby clothes. It took a while, but the Shaman gradually started to catch on. He pointed to the pan armor one of his men was wearing, then to the discarded chestpieces. Luara nodded.

“It is kind of cute.” Uma chuckled.
“That it is actually working. The NPC understands something as abstract as an item that could be.”

Luara glared at her. “I can't get them to understand more complicated things. I need them to build a forge on her direction that she can use to melt down equipment and make new items. Can you at least convey that 'idea' to him so he can start getting his guys to move?”

Uma nodded. “I can. I suppose you need the tools for success.” She looked to the Shaman for a moment. His eyes lit up with recognition. He immediately ordered his men to start working in the back of the Cave where Yenna was chained up.

Outside the game, as Luara watched the Goblins with satisfaction, messages lit up her messaging app outside the game from GoblinLover.

[Listen, I get that you're excited but we need to be careful who we bring into this. Goblins are SUPER popular for high level players to use as pawns since they're so weak. Let me use my in game connections to vet people and make sure they aren't going to do something that we can't manage.]
[Respond.]