Author's WARNING: This chapter contains graphic descriptions and is not for the easily offended (and may not be for the moderately offended types either) and may not be suitable for those who are faint of heart, or weak of stomach. Skip this chapter if you are under 18, as this is a M[18+] moment for our intrepid heroes.

“These don’t seem aggressive, like the males,” I told the girls while tending to my minor wounds. “Let’s just round them all up for now, and then we can figure out what to do with them. “

All three of us nudged the frightened little females, and corralled them into a single mass near the fungus illuminated goblin mound in the center of the room. They were quiet and whimpering, and shuffled together for comfort. If they were the least bit dangerous, they didn’t show it, but I wasn’t going to take a chance for now. “Brand, you keep an eye on these and don’t let them get into anything. Isabella and I are going to check the last two rooms and make certain there are no more males hiding in there.”

Brandr nodded and pulled her sword ready, as Isabella worked her way around the battlefield and snuggled against my arm and squeezed me. I returned it briefly and then pulled away to look for wherever my club may have bounced off to after thumping the goblin in the head. I was actually getting decent at tossing it at things anymore, and I was hoping I might get a skill in it soon. And a level again sometime would be nice. Seemed like it’d been a long time since I got my last level, and now that we were learning more about what all cheat points could be used for, I didn’t like sitting at zero all the time.

After a few moments of rummaging through the garbage and the battlefield, I found both my club and a rough looking shield. It was goblin size, and not much larger than a trashcan lid, but I picked it up anyway. It’d at least give me a small chance to use it to block a spear or arrow that might be coming my way. I didn’t have Brandr’s superhuman dexterity, double-jointed frame, or years of combat dodging to rely on. All I was, was a basic high school slacker. I was never a star on the dodgeball field, and anything I could put between me and danger like that looked like a Godsend to me. So far, today was a 100% successful experience so far!

As I was rummaging for my club and new shield, Isabella was over poking and sniffing at the mushrooms and moss. Finally, she gathered up a few of the scattered ones that the goblin females had tossed in their panic, and she walked over and held it out to one of the creatures.

The females were about a head shorter than the males, with gray fur instead of green, and they were completely naked except for their fur. Their fur itself was only a few inches long, but it was dirty and crusty, and did nothing to make them look appealing at all. Their mouths were too large, their noses too small. Stories portrayed goblins as having large noses, but these had short little snouts like those that you might see on a pug or bulldog. Pugs and bulldogs are ugly in a cute sort of way. Goblin females were just ugly in an ugly sort of way. Blah!

Izzy had to nudge the little she-beast in front of her a few times before it finally looked up and mewled weakly. “Here, eat this!” Isabella demanded as she waved the mushroom in her hand in front of the thing. Slowly, it took it and then looked at the mushroom and then at Isabella with a stupid expression.

“Eat it.” Isabella put her own empty hand up to her mouth and made little “nom nom nom” noises. After a few moments hesitation, the goblin finally popped the mushroom in its mouth and chewed it up and swallowed.

“Well, I guess we know they can eat the mushrooms at least.” Isabella sounded satisfied. “That gives us a renewable source of food in here now, depending on how quickly they grow. I don’t think we can live on mushrooms alone, but it’s better than having nothing at all to fill our stomachs.”

Isabella held a second mushroom out to the little goblin and said, “Food. This is food.”

The goblin tilted its head, finally took the mushroom, and then made a noise that sounded like, “Bupu? Bupu!”

Isabella nodded at it. “Sure. Bupu-bupu, if you call it that. “ She waved her arm around and then patted the goblin on the head, where it cringed slightly. “Go find us more bupu-bupu. “ She pointed to the goblin, then to the mushroom, and then to the area around. “Bupu-bupu. Go.”

The goblin looked confused for a few moments and then bounded to its feet with a “Guppa na bupu!” Brandr turned and pointed her blade at the beast and it huddled a bit closer to Isabella who rubbed its head again.

“Shhhh. It’s OK little gobbie. Mistress Isabella won’t let the mean old Brandr hurt you.” Gently she patted it on the head. “It’s OK. Go fetch me some nice bupu-bupu, why don’t you.” For a few moments, she stroked it gently, and then she finally let it go and pointed with a command, “Bupu-bupu!” The little female hopped and then scurried over and started sniffing and searching through the battlefield and was beginning to collect the scattered mushrooms.

Damned if that was impressive! One minute we have prisoners of war, the next moment, Isabella has herself a goblin worker. I tucked my club back into my belt and then slowly walked over back beside Isabella, where we silently watched the little goblin gathering up a bowl full of mushrooms. It was actually a rather speedy worker, and only took a few moments before it came back and then knelt on both knees and held the bowl out to Isabella.

Isabella giggled and patted it lightly on the head. “Good little one. You did good.” The little goblin trembled lightly, and Isabella finally took a few mushrooms from the bowl and held them out to my mouth. “Here, try these. You’re Superhealth Man, so if they make people ill, they should have the least effect on you.”

Wrinkling my nose, I opened my mouth and let her pop the mushrooms in it. Slowly I chewed, and surprisingly enough, I can’t say I disliked the flavor. They were kind of nutty, yet soft, with a hint of vanilla or something similar to them. The mush didn’t tingle in my mouth, or do anything odd, as I ran my tongue around the chewed up shrooms, and I finally swallowed. “It’s not bad,” I told them. “Now we’ll just have to wait and see if I flop over dead soon.”

Isabella just giggled and then leaned up and kissed me on the nose.

The first goblin was trembling lightly, so Isabella leaned over and patted it on the head again. “Good job. Little one. That’s a good job.” As she was petting it, a second goblin hopped up and excitedly exclaimed something like, “Mupu Bupu!” Brandr’s blade was drawn back in a second, and she was ready to strike, but Isabella motioned her off with a few shakes of her head.

The second little female goblin scurried over, took Isabella’s hand lightly and then tugged on it gently. “Mupu Bupu,” she exclaimed! “Mupu Bupu!” Then she pointed back to the last two rooms that we hadn’t gotten around to searching yet (I got distracted finding my club and new shield, and then wrapped up in watching Isabella tame the females; at least, it looked like she was taming them to me.) and she gently tugged to lead Isabella that way.

Isabella looked at me and I shrugged. “We were going there anyway. May as well have an escort, and if she’s leading us into trouble, you can always feed on her since she’s holding your hand.”

Isabella giggled lightly and slowly walked behind the little excited female. “I’m coming little one. Mistress Isabella is following. Don’t worry, I’ll just suck your life and melt your face if you’re trying to lead us into a trap. Yeah, that’s a good little gobbie…” Her words were rather shocking, but her tone was light and easy, and Isabella giggled lightly as she followed the little one.

I shivered slightly to myself. I’m glad she’s on my side, but sometimes she still makes me nervous.

Not realizing how close she was to having herself roasted and fed upon, the little goblin led us around the room and into the north end of the next rooms, where all the others had been going earlier.

What I saw there made me pale, and bile rose in the back of my throat.

There were three young girls in the room, and they were naked on their hands and knees. Their legs were spread wide open, and their woman bits greeted our gaze as we walked in. They were covered in dirt, and crude, and what was obviously layers of crusted goblin semen. The girl closest to us had short blond hair and her head was leaned down to the point where it was impossible to see her face. Her body was covered in various shades of bruises, scratches, and welts.

The second girl had short black hair, which I assume used to be in a long ponytail before the goblins got her. She was in the same wide-legged hands and knees pose, but there was a thick wooden stick shoved up her ass with a long mane of black hair attached to it. Apparently goblins felt that a pony’s tail should go on their ass and not their head. Nausea swelled in my stomach and tears welled up in the corner of my eyes.

And the last girl, she was another short haired blond in that same wide-legged hands and knees position. Looking at her, there were thick metal spikes driven through her knees and into the floor. This one may have tried to run or something in the past, so the goblins literally spiked her in place. Staring in front of her, I could tell that even her hands had been spiked in place where she was. She was nothing more than a mounted fuck toy for the goblins.

My mind blanked. I’d seen how the one goblin had kept the girl’s corpse in his igloo, but I’d never imagined I’d encounter anything like this. In a daze, I stumbled along beside Isabella. Neither of us spoke, or if she did, I didn’t register it.

Never could I have imagined such a thing!

As we got closer, a DING went off and a window appeared before me.

Congatulations! You have discovered “Flea-bitten Whore”!

Flea-Bitten Whore is an unclaimed slave-sworn.

Do you wish to claim her as your own?

“Fuck no!” I didn’t even need to think about something like that. There wasn’t any way I’d have one of these girl – goblin toy-things. I didn’t want to even be in the same room with them, much less even thinking about making one my personal toy.

Still tugging excitedly, the little goblin female moved up behind the first blond and began to shove her whole fist in and out of the girl’s vagina. I finally lost my battle to my stomach, leaned over, and tossed up all the contents in my belly. Every time I heard that ‘squish-slop’ sound of the goblin’s arm going in and out, I heaved and gagged out more of the bile in my gut.

After a few moments, the goblin made a satisfied “Mupu Bupu’ and stopped. Shaken, I looked up and saw the little beast go around and collect a fruit that formed in the girl’s right hand as a light glow formed in it when she lifted it from the ground. The goblin collected the fruit and the girl put her hand back down and assumed the position she was in when we’d first walked in.

This girl wasn’t a whore. You pay a whore when you take pleasure from them. This girl, and I assume the others as well, had been trained to pay whoever took them instead.

Heaven help us, we found the fruit makers.

Now, what the hell was we supposed to do with them? And what was we supposed to do with the female goblins? Should we put the girls out of their misery? Try and help them somehow? Keep the goblins for a work force? Let them go? Kill them?

There was no denying that we needed the fruit, and if these … things (I just can’t call them girls anymore).. . if these things knew magic, and it was obvious they did somehow, then maybe Isabella could learn from them. And the goblin females didn’t seem aggressive. They’d all surrendered peacefully.

My mind was blank and I couldn’t think. Staggering, I stumbled out of the room and away. I wasn’t really going anywhere. I just needed to get away from what I’d just been exposed to. I didn’t go far into the room where Brandr was with the goblin prisoners before my knees buckled and gave out.

We’d defeated the goblins. Captured their women. And found the “fruit makers”.

Now what the fuck were we supposed to do with them all?