A Goblin's Folly

### A Goblin's Folly Guarding dungeons is rarely an entertaining business, and when it does get interesting, it's not the kind of interesting you'd appreciate. Ratbone Barrow was pretty ordinary as far as low level dungeons go and your job as a Goblin Thrasher was pretty ordinary as far as jobs go too. A few low level players wander in, you teach them why they need a healer, and then wait for them to come back later. Yeah, sometimes you'd get killed and have to wait a bit to respawn, but that was part of the task. You lean heavily on your knapped flint sword, just slightly dozing. Something soft hits you in the head. A waterskin. "Oi, $name, why don't you come 'an have a sit down, eh? No one's online at this hour anyway." Hollers a fellow Goblin Thrasher by the name of [[Krik|Look Krik]]. You take up the waterskin and have a swig of the grog inside. It burns, but you're used to it by now. You sit next to the cookfire where Krik is perched on a fallen bit of ceiling, poking at the logs. Normally, lighting a fire in an underground barrow would be a problem, but //Legends of the Black Crystal// wasn't an MMO with the technology to simulate smoke physics to that degree. You take another pull from the waterskin, staring listlessly into the fire. "Remember last week, when we ganked that cleric who thought this was the back entrance to Kaelimor Castle?" Krik chuckles. "That was fun. I wish that happened more often." You nod, tossing the waterskin back to your coworker. The other goblin sighs, taking a short pull from the waterskin. "I wish anythin' would happen right about now. These server night hours are real long sometimes." Suddenly, the telltale hiss-crackle of sorcery emits from down the tunnel where the entrance to the dungeon would be and you jump to your feet, feeling the effects of the grog in your small body. "Just what I asked for! Some action!" Krik tosses the waterskin aside and readies his sword and plankboard shield. "Sounds like a solo too, this should be fun!" As the hiss-crackle grows louder and the walls of the tunnel are lit with sorcerous green light, you realize that you didn't hear any fighting earlier... Krik bellows and clacks his sword against his shield, charging at the oncoming threat. You... [[Follow Krik's Charge|E-1.1]] [[Assume A Defensive Stance|Combat 1]]

{(set: $name to (prompt: "Name:", "Gnurshk")) (set: $endingsFound to 0) (set: $isMale to true) So your name is $name?} [[Yes.|Gender]] [[No.|Name]]

### Warning! This game contains scenes of spanking, collaring, mild petplay, strap-ons, and analingus. ''DO NOT PLAY IF ANY OF THOSE THINGS SQUICKS YOU OUT!'' [[Yeah yeah, get me to the game, grandpa.|Introduction]]

{(unless: (history:) contains "E-1.F")[(set: $endingsFound to it + 1)]You can only observe as Krik, and then you are consumed in green fire, reducing your bodies to ash instantly.} When you respawn back at your post an hour later, Krik is hollering obscenities about "player level caps" and "XP grinding lamers". It is then your turn to chuckle. [[Continue|E-1.F]]

You watch as your cowoker bursts into green-hued flames and collapses, leaving only the flint sword behind where he fell. Your eyes narrow and you see emerging from around a corner, a sorceress, her hands wreathed in eldritch flames. She walks as if strolling through a park or town square, unconcerned with the dungeon and its inhabitants as a whole. Then you notice why. Above her head, as is the case with every creature in the world, hovers a name and a level. There, above the Sorceress, you see: "[[Latanthia - Lvl 💀|Look Latanthia]]". In all your years of guarding this dungeon, you've never seen a player with that high of a level. What could this "Latanthia" want here? All the loot would be way below her level, useless... Suddenly, she stretches her arms out and gouts of the sorcerous flames surge towards you! You... [[Dodge To The Side|Combat 2]] [[Raise Your Shield|E-2.1]]

|== <img src="https://i.imgur.com/qXkO0hI.png"> =====|| **Krik** A short, lanky Goblin Thrasher who you work with. He has olive-colored skin, a wispy black beard, long, pointed ears, and a cloudy eye. He carries a knapped flint sword like yours, a goblinmail tunic, a waterskin full of grog, and a plankboard shield. (link-goto: "Return.", (history:)'s last)

=><= ### THE END Ending 1: //Well Done// Endings Found: $endingsFound/5 [[Restart.|Introduction]]

The attack sizzles past your shoulder as you roll out of the way, coming within striking distance of Latanthia. She rounds on you and her hands crackle with violet lightning as she charges another spell, the sorcerous light glittering in her eyes. You're not surprised to find that she's quite pretty, very curvy and soft looking. You... [[Strike Fast|Combat 3]] [[Wait For An Opening|E-3.1]]

{(unless: (history:) contains "E-2.F")[(set: $endingsFound to it + 1)]The flames wash over you, incinerating your shield and then you in quick succession.} An hour later, you respawn back at your post to find Krik stamping about the cookfire, shouting incomprehensibly. "Sundering Flame is a seventh tier spell! What in Dev's name was that murderwench doing here!" You laugh, leaning againt the wall and staring at the fire. [[Continue|E-2.F]]

=><= ### THE END Ending 2: //Fire And Wood Don't Mix// Endings Found: $endingsFound/5 [[Restart.|Introduction]]

|== <img src="https://i.imgur.com/RXPwAsf.png"> =====|| **Latanthia - Lvl 💀** A high level sorceress with a voluptuous, curvy body. She bears the dusky brown skin, emerald eyes, and full lips of a character of the "Ashok" race. She wears a close-fitting blue robe with wide, dangling sleeves and a belt about her abdomen. Her hair is wavy and golden in color. (link-goto: "Return.", (history:)'s last)

You swing your stone sword savagely at the woman's midriff. It connects, thoroughly, but your heart drops when you see only a tiny pip of Latanthia's massive health bar jump off. The flat of her travelling boot slams into your chest, sending you rolling backwards along the floor. You hear your sword skitter away as she leans over you. You close your eyes, sure you are about to meet your temporary demise. After a moment, you open them again, cautiously. A strange look has washed over the sorceress's face and she lowers her hands, the charged spell fizzling out. "You're kinda cute for a goblin." She says, rolling you fully onto your back with her toe. "What's your name?" You... [[Tell Her|Story 1]] [[Spit At Her|E-4.1]]

{(unless: (history:) contains "E-3.F")[(set: $endingsFound to it + 1)]The opening you're looking for never comes and the sorceress presses her palm against your forehead. There is a smell like roasting meat before everything goes dark.} You pop back into existence some time later to find Krik angrily stirring the coals of the cookfire. You chuckle to yourself and sit next to him, offering him the waterskin. [[Continue|E-3.F]]

=><= ### THE END Ending 3: //What Did We Say About Hesitation?// Endings Found: $endingsFound/5 [[Restart.|Introduction]]

"$name, hmm? (if: (lowercase: $name) is "unsung")[What an exceptionally adorable name!](else:)[That definitely sounds like something a goblin would be called.] Tell you what $name, I won't kill you. I was getting bored of this anyway. But don't get too excited now, because I'm definitely not letting you go." She leans down and clicks a collar around your neck which hums quietly. "There we are. Do you know what that collar is $name?" You shake your head. "It's a control collar. Any creature I affix that to becomes my familiar until I remove it or they die." You can barely muster the breath to gasp as she puts a boot on your chest, holding you down. "And I think I want to have some fun with you." She chuckles, looking around the chamber, empty of all life, save you and her. "What do you say we get out of here $name?" You... [[Agree|Latanthia's Manor]] [[Shake Your Head|S-1.1]]

{(unless: (history:) contains "E-4.F")[(set: $endingsFound to it + 1)]She recoils. "Ah, alright, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?"} The last thing you see is her dour face as sorcerous green flame engulfs you. A little while later, you pop back into existence to see Krik sulking into a mug of grog at the cookfire. Belatedly, you realize that maybe you shouldn't have angered the high level sorcerous who had just decided not to barbecue you. [[Continue|E-4.F]]

=><= ### THE END Ending 4: //Was The Loogie Worth It?// Endings Found: $endingsFound/5 [[Restart.|Introduction]]

The sorceress gestures and a bluish-white vortex engulfs both of you and for a moment, there is no up. With a jolt, a space enfolds around you and you are both standing in the foyer of a very large player home. The furnishings are opulent and an otherworldly light shines in from the massive windows that flank the front door. A wirey shadow elf, wearing a collar just like yours and a skimpy maid's outfit, scuttles down the main staircase. "Welcome back mistress." The elf says, kneeling down to kiss the tops of Latanthia's feet. "Hello Jezael. Did you get everything ready for tonight's party?" The sorceress pins the shadow elf down with her eyes, and Jezael withers under the gaze. "Well, the wine you asked for..." "Yes?" "They didn't have it at the market today, so I got another that the vendor recommended in place of it... "I see." The slap comes out of nowhere and the sound of the impact makes you jump. A bright red splotch blossoms on Jezael's slate-grey face. "There will be more once the guests arrive. Here." She gestures at you. "Take my new pet upstairs and get (if: $isMale)[him](else:)[her] situated. I want (if: $isMale)[him](else:)[her] ready for tonight." "Yes mistress. Thank you mistress." The elf bows to Latanthia and compels you to follow her. You... [[Refuse|Bath and Spanking]] [[Follow Her|Bath]]

"Oh that's cute, you think you have a choice!" Latanthia removes her boot from your chest and steps back. "So go on, try to run." You stand up cautiously, then begin running away. For a moment, you think you may have escaped, but then something happens. The collar stops in midair as your body tries to continue, choking you for a moment, then yanking you onto your back. You look up, dazed, to see an iridescent thread stretching from the collar back to Latantia's hand. She laughs. "You see $name..." The thread tautens, dragging you stumbling back towards the sorceress. "You can only stray as far from me as I want you to." You eventually find yourself standing at attention in front of your new master, head held up by a miniscule length of the luminous leash. She looks at you sweetly and caresses your hairless face in one of her huge hands. "You really have quite a lot to learn about obedience my little goblin (if: $isMale)[boy](else:)[girl]. And I-" She kneels down in front of you and pulls you over her lap. "-am more than willing to teach." [[Continue|S-1.2]]

(live: 1s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]] One of Latanthia's massive hands collides with your backside and you yelp in pain, watching a pip jump off your health meter.(stop:)] (live: 4s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]] Another impact and another pip bounces away. "See, as long as you wear that collar, this is how you'll get punished when you don't follow my instructions."(stop:)] (live: 7s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]] "And believe me, I have //no// problem turning this cute little goblin booty scarlet at //any// opportunity I get."(stop:)] (live: 10s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]](stop:)] (live: 11s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]](stop:)] (live: 12s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]] You feel the sorceress lifting the back of your tunic and cool dungeon air licks your exposed thighs. Next, she undoes the ties on your hide (if: $isMale)[undershorts](else:)[panties] and tugs them down. You feel your face flushing.(stop:)] (live: 16s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]] A bigger pip jumps off your health meter this time for unarmored damage.(stop:)] (live: 19s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]] "Surprised? I //only// spank on the bare, so you'd best get used to this."(stop:)] (live: 22s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]](stop:)] (live: 23s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]](stop:)] (live: 24s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]] You realize belatedly that you've begun to pant, and that your skin has grown slick with sweat.(stop:)] (live: 27s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]](stop:)] (live: 28s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]](stop:)] (live: 29s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]] Latanthia's hand is like a paddle, large enough to slap nearly the entirety of both of your cheeks at once.(stop:)] (live: 32s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]](stop:)] (live: 33s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]](stop:)] (live: 34s)[(transition: "pulse")[(text-colour: red)[SMACK!]] "I think you get the picture." The woman lifts you off her lap and sets you back on your feet as you scramble to cover yourself. "I think it's best we be off now." [[Continue|Latanthia's Manor]](stop:)]

Seeing your resistance, the elf is distraught, and gives Latanthia a desperate, pleading look. "Mistress, what should I do?" The sorceress, already casting off her shoes and heading in the direction of what you assume are her quarters, responds without even casting a glance in your direction. "Deal with it my dear, I know you know how." Jezael nods and rounds on you, her gaze hot enough to melt ice. She snatches one of your oversized ears and begins dragging you up the stairs towards the servant's wing. Your protests go unheard and unacknowledged as she tosses you disdainfully into a steamy room with an awaiting bath. Locking the door, the elf turns and begins pulling at your clothing, slowly, purposefully undressing you and rebuffing any attempt you make to stop her. You can barely register embarassment as your hide underclothes are discarded and you are dumped unceremoniously into the tub. What follows is simultaneously the nicest and most unpleasant washing you've ever had. The water is pleasantly warm, and the soaps and perfumes smell lovely, but the process is much worse. Jezael pays little attention to whether or not your head is above the sudsy water as she scrubs you roughly with a stiff-bristled bathbrush. By the time she's done, your green skin has taken on a raw, pinkish tone, and that is before she turns the bathbrush around and begins a further reddening of your backside. The moisture makes the impacts so much worse, and the shadow elf barely gives you a chance to recover after each swat. Before long you are draped over the side of the tub like a wet towel, all fight gone from you and tears blurring your vision. At that point, she lifts you out of the tub like a child and dries you off, being perplexingly gentle with you after such harsh treatment. Finally, she leads you, still naked, by the hand to a small, simply furnished room with a bed and a wardrobe. A little window overlooks a walled garden below. "The mistress requests that you wear the contents of the wardrobe to the party tonight. I will retrieve you when it's time. Jezael's sharp features then soften as she smiles at you and you don't know what to think. [[Open The Wardrobe|Getting Dressed + The Party]]

The elf offers her hand to you and you take it, allowing yourself to be led upstairs like a child to the servant's wing of the house. You enter a small, steamy room with an awaiting bath. "Please wash up and head down the hall to your room at the end. You may leave your clothes here as there are some waiting for you. Make sure you are wearing them when I come to retrieve you later." Jezael's sharp features then soften as she smiles at you and you don't know what to think. What follows is the most pleasant washing experience you've ever had. The water is warm and pleasant and the soaps and perfumes all smell lovely. You take your time and relax, luxuriating in the hot water. //Maybe this won't be so bad.// The bath eventually begins to cool and you get out, drying off with the prepared towel and walking to the room Jezael specified. It is small, not unlike a cheap room at a nice tavern, with a feather bed and wardrobe. There is a small window which overlooks a small, walled garden below. [[Open The Wardrobe|Getting Dressed + The Party]]

Inside the wardrobe is an outfit that you can only describe as a risque jester. It is a tight-fitting jumpsuit of many colored squares of fabric which leaves your buttocks, crotch, and nipples uncovered. There is no sign of any underclothes. You put on the outfit, feeling profoundly exposed and ridiculous and wait. After some time, Jezael appears in your doorway, wearing something very similar and motions for you to follow her. You comply, and as you are walking, you notice that Jezael's grey, heart-shaped bottom, which you can see the entirety of thanks to the outfit, is a shade of angry red with hints of mottled purple around the sit-spots. You wince to yourself, but also find that you are staring at it for the majority of the walk. As you draw nearer to the banquet hall, you can hear the sounds of myriad voices, laughing, talking, and being jovial. The apprehension starts to build in you, but the shadow elf continues hustling you onwards, her toasted rump bouncing enticingly before you. As you enter the brightly-lit hall, you see more than a score of player characters of varying levels, all in every state of undress and sexual congress. You can feel your eyes bulging and your mouth gaping. Latanthia saunters forward, thin cigar in mouth and wineglass in hand. She is wearing a short, sleek dress with a furred collar and a gold-colored strapon which pokes out from beneath the dress. "Ahh, don't you two just look delightful!" She coos and Jezael blushes in response. The sorceress turns to the party and announces, "My friends, I give you the newest addition to my menagerie!" She gestures at you and eyes all around the room set on you, with more than a few licking you up and down. As you look around, you notice several other individuals dressed as you and Jezael are. All of them notable opponents from various zones around the world of //Legends of the Black Crystal//. Among them, you note a pair of ice elf twins, one male, one female, a lamia, a humanoid slime-girl, a faun, and a lesser demoness. "Please feel free to enjoy (if: $isMale)[him](else:)[her], but only after I've finished!" She announces again to peals of laughter. Jezael then bows to Latanthia and wanders into the party towards where the demoness is currently in the process of flogging a pair of players. The sorceress turns to you, the hungry look in her eyes filling you with a confusing cocktail of fear and excitement. [[Continue|Playing With Latanthia]]

{(unless: (history:) contains "End")[(set: $endingsFound to it + 1)]"You clean up quite nicely, don't you?" Latanthia says to you, offering a hand. "Come along, I want to put on a show." She leads you over to a padded sawhorse that the slime-girl is positioned against, getting spanked soundly with a large paddle. "Excuse us please." Latanthia says, and the player and slime-girl retreat to a bench to continue the spanking. She guides your hips to the center of the sawhorse, and bends you over it, your feet and arms dangling uselessly. You feel her thumbs pulling apart your cheeks and inspecting your (if: $isMale)[hole](else:)[holes] and you blush. She touches (if: $isMale)[it](else:)[your vulva] gently and a confused kind of pleasure shoots up your spine. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" She coos, massaging the (if: $isMale)[spot](else:)[spot where your clit is] with a little bit more fervor. You feel something cool and slick coat the area as she continues toying with you.} Then her hands are on her hips and something solid touches (if: $isMale)[the spot](else:)[your opening]. "Deep breath." She whispers and the strap-on enters you. You moan loudly, drawing the gaze of nearly everyone in the room. "Oooh, and you're noisy too. I like that." The false member slides almost all the way out of you before easing all the way back in. You grip the legs of the sawhorse, biting your lip. "Do you like that? The lube is something special I made myself. Makes it a little easier for you to enjoy this. Who know, maybe you'll even crave it after this." You're having difficulties processing anything through the haze of ecstasy crowding your awareness at this point, but nod in something like acknowledgement. After a few more thrusts, you feel that you've become a vibrating ball of sensation, only able to comprehend the strap-on plunging in and out of you. In that moment, you're unaware of $name the goblin, right now you are pleasure. The embodiement of it. Something inside you drops and rings like a bell. "Oh wow, that was impressive!" You hear Latanthia's voice say. As you come back to yourself, you realize that the strap-on is no longer inside of you and that you've cum quite a bit. "Now it's my turn." Latanthia says as she moves you behind her and hikes up her dress to expose the large globes of her buttocks. "I want you to thank me with your tongue, understand?" You understand, kissing each of the great mounds of flesh before burying your face between them. Your tongue, seeking and finding it's target. Latanthia makes a satisfied noise as you lap at her rosebud, then push inside. Her hands are on herself at that point, one on her breast, and one between her slick thighs. After what doesn't feel like very long, she lets out a long, luxuriant moan and slackens somewhat, pushing your head away as she fixes her dress. The sorceress pats your head. "Well done. Now, I think those two over there would like a turn with you." You turn and see a fully naked male player gesturing you towards another fully naked female player who is positioned on a table on all fours, anxiously awaiting your (if: $isMale)[cock](else:)[tongue]. //I think I might really like it here.// You think as you stride over to the couple, (if: $isMale)[stock-stiff member in hand](else:)[licking your lips]. [[Continue|End]]

=><= ### THE END Ending 5: //Your New Life// Endings Found: $endingsFound/5 [[Restart.|Introduction]]

Pick your gender. (link: "Male")[(set: $isMale to true)(goto: "Fetishes")] (link: "Female")[(set: $isMale to false)(goto: "Fetishes")]