The Goblin Husbandry Project Pt. 03

For Lappy, morning meant excavating herself from beneath her long-time lover and washing off the stink of their lovemaking from the night before. After a full two years, this goblin couldn't believe the way that she used to live, walking barefoot in the dirt, eating unseasoned meat if she ate at all some days, and sleeping in the filth of the warren with all the breeders. Now, being able to take a luxurious bath almost whenever she felt like it was a fixture of her schedule. She looked into the mirror, by the way now knew that mirrors had something to do with light bouncing and not another goblin on the other side of whatever reflective surface, and thought that she was in fact getting a little chubby.

Oh, and she had boobs! Not like miss Leigh's comparatively huge ones (she claimed most humans had bigger ones, but she was the only human Lappy had ever seen), but they were there and they were squishy. Lappy some days slipped away to feel herself up because otherwise Leigh would giggle to herself at Lappy's expense.

Then there was this expectation miss Leigh had about body hair, namely that there shouldn't be much if any on a woman, and Lappy had resisted at first when it turned out this involved scraping it away with blades. Now that she had been introduced to cotton panties and the sensation of wind blowing across a summery dress, she wouldn't go back to her hanging, matted hair unless she was made to. On the other hand, she'd loved shampoo from the first day, getting a massage in warm, cascading water by a nubile woman, bubbles popping all around, and coming out of it with tamed, light-feeling hair to boot! It was like a dream, like being invited to stay with a goddess as a member of her personal harem.

That was the real prize, being able to indulge in her own desires to like a clean, fresh-smelling woman instead of being confined in her choices to either be confined beneath swelled bellies in the breeding pit or being used by the males whenever they wanted to get a nut off. And no, it wasn't that Lappy only liked females, as Leigh thought early on, but she definitely didn't like the way the males treated her and the breeding sows were too busy lying on their backs, waiting for food to push her off when she wanted to pleasure herself on their bodies. But that, that wasn't lovemaking, a concept Lappy had never once thought about because it just wasn't the way her people worked.

If you're a male, you hunt, and if you're a female you either dug for the warren, collected fruit, or you had been seeded and you were waiting to birth your litter, hoping it wouldn't kill you. In all that, Lappy just happened to be one of the females who wasn't bred no matter how many of the males spurted inside her, and she was scrawny enough that bringing her along with a hunting party wouldn't mean giving up much food for the services she provided at the night's campfire.

As she waited for her bath to fill (she still didn't understand how this tower had hot water whenever it was needed, though Leigh had explained it so many times) Lappy put a glob of bitter, cold-tasting stuff on a brush and went to work on her teeth. Apparently a mostly meat and fruit diet hadn't given her "cavities" whatever that was, but she had to accept after smelling her human lover's breath that this was much preferable. The bitterness would go away anyway when she rinsed and the refreshing, "minty", feeling would remain.

That done, she squirted some fragrant lotion into the water and watched in ever-renewed wonder as the tub filled with shimmering, pink bubbles. She stepped inside, parting the bubbles momentarily as she soaked herself to her pointy ears and let them close back in over her body like a fluffy blanket. Whoever it was that allowed her to be born in this time, able to experience this luxury, she thanked them profusely even as she laid her head on a folded towel at the tub's edge and dreamily floated, bubbles popping delightfully against her skin.

The door in the other room opened and closed, a signal that Leigh, the sleepyhead that she was, had passed the point where it was fun to stay lounging in bed.

Of course, Leigh entered the bathroom stark naked and sat down to pee, only then noticing through sleep-blurred vision that Lappy was right there enjoying her morning soak.

"You know, we're going to have to go into town if you want to keep using bubble soap like this," Leigh said with a drowsy smile and a yawn, "I need to get some special stuff too, if you want to come along?"

Lappy said, in practiced human language, "Can I see humans?"

"Prob'ly," Leigh said, "Though we're actually nearby a Dwarf kingdom. That's the one that actually owns this part of the forest, the one I'm renting it from. But it does a lot of trade with the human cities on the continent, so I'm sure we could rustle some up if we wanted to."

"Dwarfs are the short ones, right?"

"Good job~ They are a little taller than you guys, typically, and stockier."

"That means fat?"

Leigh set her chin on her hand, a symbol of thought, and said, "Not necessarily, and I think it mostly has to do with their diet, all the beer they tend to drink. But they're known for being really good at craftsmanship, metalwork, so they have to be strong. Stocky is more of a general body shape than strictly being fat."

"So they're, umm..." Lappy half-swam to the edge of the tub, her top half covered in a shroud of pink bubbles, so she could be closer to her love. "Big and muscly?"

"Yeah, mostly," Leigh said, "but you do see some trimmer ones, mostly the ones that integrate into human cities. Same thing in the other direction, since if you stay in a dwarf city you're mostly going to be eating bread and drinking beer, so many carbs all the time will make anyone chunky."

"What are carbs?"

"Stuff in food that the stomach makes into sugar to give you energy. Wheat has a lot of it, so bread and beer which are made from wheat have a lot of carbs. If you have too much of it, your body makes it into fat."

"Oh," Lappy said, "So what's wheat?"

"It's a kind of grass with really big seeds. You can take the seeds and grind them down to make all kinds of food, and the rest of the plant you can give to your animals. Dwarfs give a lot of their land over to farmers because so much of their construction happens underground anyway, so they're a big exporter of wheat," Leigh said. Then she was done with her business.

Lappy conscientiously did not offer to clean the woman off with her tongue even though she wanted to because it was 'bad manners', and once she'd wiped she joined Lappy in the water and drew the goblin girl into her own warm, soft lap, set her chin atop the girl's smooth, black hair. "Then that's settled? We'll set off right after breakfast and probably make it into town in the early afternoon, then stay there in an inn for the night."

Lappy laid back into her love, loving the feeling of the woman's breasts mooshing against the back of her head. "What's an inn?" she said.

"It's a place that you can pay to sleep in their bed for a night. But I'll warn you that it probably won't be as comfortable as my bed, alright?"

"I slept in the dirt," Lappy said, "And I will have you, too."

"Heh, yes you will, my cuddlebug~" Leigh rocked them back and forth in the water as she hummed. But her nature couldn't be denied, she slipped her hand beneath the bubbles and slid her fingers down across Lappy's breast, down her belly, and came to a rest between the goblin's creamy thighs, her thumb gently nudging at the smooth-shaved mound within. "Say," she said with a puff of breath into the goblin's peaked ear, "breakfast can wait, can't it? All I'm hungry for right now is already in my arms."

"Please..." Lappy said, leaning back into the woman's comfortable embrace, closing her eyes in expectation of the kiss that came to rest on her lips. As Leigh massaged Lappy's thigh, so teasingly close to the thrumming center of pleasure, she dipped her waggling tongue through the girl's lips, gratefully accepted on the other side.

Lingering, rich, they met one another's lips, exploring, suckling on exposed tongue, they sat there with their smacking masked by the sound of rushing water as if it could just be this and they would be satisfied. Lappy was trapped by the embrace, unable to lift her hands and take in them the objects of her affection, feel the weight of Leigh's breasts against her palms and the tickle as her nipples tightened with arousal. All she could do was lean back into this kiss, feel as Leigh herself became impatient, drawing her hands across Lappy's own breast, taking one nipple and rolling it between her fingertips, drinking in the girl's moans.

The massaging, kneading motion of the other hand between Lappy's thighs became more and more insistent, Leigh growing incrementally closer and closer to the promise of silky soft flesh, so hot already now that it had been teased. This was how the woman was so much better than any lover Lappy had before, she knew the value in denying one's partner pleasure, knew the value of her partner's pleasure in the first place, and so worked her way up with mind-fuzzing sensuality.

When her fingers finally did land on Lappy's soft, supple mound, Leigh didn't immediately plunge them inside to sate her desires, giggled into the kiss as she felt the tremble in Lappy's body. She knew the goblin girl could be made to cum right away, whenever she liked, but she kept kneading, her palm so lightly pressed against Lappy's hooded clit and slowing down again each time she could feel an orgasm building up for a crescendo. Not yet, she seemed to say, not until you've become drunk on the pleasure, not until you're engulfed by the urge.

Lappy added her own hand to Leigh's, urging her to go faster, harder, but the woman was stronger than her, bent down and kissed her neck. The human woman didn't let Lappy take any ownership of the pace, knowing that she knew so much better in making the girl wait.

"I love the little sounds you make," Leigh said, licking up the side of Lappy's neck and teasingly along the underside of the girl's long, pointed ear, suckling briefly on the tip. It had taken going to bed with this woman for Lappy to find out just how sensitive she was, squirming in her lap, hips buckling and gasping from the tingle. "Just like that, adorable. And you know what I think? I think I could make you cum with nothing but your ears if I wanted."

"I want to!" Lappy moaned, "I want to touch you too!"

"Nuh-uh, not today~" Leigh hummed, she nibbled on Lappy's earlobe, held her tight as she wriggled, slipping her other hand around the girl's belly and up to squeeze one of her firm breasts.

"Want to kiss!"

Leigh bent back with Lappy, suspending the girl atop her, and pulled her up so she could slip her probing tongue between the pair of dark, green lips. So warm, inviting, comforting; she smelled so nice~ Her tongue danced against Lappy's, swirling in fresh exploration as if she hadn't licked every inch over the years. The massaging motions of her hands almost fell to the wayside, only a hot, tingling background to the main event of this kiss. Lappy herself drank in Leigh's moans, wishing she could also be touching the woman, having to content herself by holding on to Leigh's arms. She wanted so much for this to end, so she could dive between the woman's legs the way she had so many times before to run her tongue through Leigh's tender valley, to lap up her delicious juices, plunge her fingers within to stir and make more juices flow.

When Leigh came out of the kiss with a pop, Lappy was limp and waiting for the next step, floating atop her lover's belly with her head nestled between tender breasts. Lappy didn't even twinge as the woman dipped a fingertip within her pussy, rolling her thumb around the goblin's clit but never directly atop it. It wasn't fucking, not the way Lappy had always known it, but all the same she was being drawn gently toward a dreamy orgasm in the arms of the woman she loved. She panted, clinging to Leigh's arms, rocked gently back and forth as the warm feeling nestled in her breast, flowing down into her toes and her fingertips like a golden liquid, like sticky nectar.

More and more, her breaths quickened, body tensing in preparation, feverishly warm and not only from the bathwater, sensation building between her thighs where Leigh's hand steadily, firmly made love to her.

It came in waves, Lappy clenched her lips closed against wailing with pleasure as her legs twitched, Leigh holding her close as her body trembled. Leigh kept her fingers working, taking Lappy through her orgasm as her loving steward.

The afterglow felt like a warm, cloying light. Leigh slowly removed her finger and simply relaxed with Lappy in the warm, bubbly water.

-o-

The trip to the Dwarf city began right away and Lappy became aware of the reason that she had been packing stuff for the last couple days. For the most part she just did whatever Leigh wanted from her without thinking about it, asking to know more about magic stuff always just ended in her being really confused and the woman always seemed to have a plan. It was a stark contrast to the way she'd lived in the warren, where one day ran into the next and nobody took the time to plan anything out more than the rest of that day.

But since this trip had been planned, the two of them were able to go out on a cart drawn by an ass, riding alongside some empty boxes which would be returning to the magic tower bursting with goods like food and clothing.

Atop each box, there was an odd drawing and Lappy couldn't stop herself from asking, "What is this?"

"Stasis spell," Leigh said as if that explained it. She looked to Lappy from under the wide brim of her pointy hat and saw that it was not in fact enough. "It's my specialty, a spell that stops things from moving. I use it on the meat that we have in the larder so that it won't go bad no matter how slowly we eat it, so we don't have to go back into town every week. That's the only way we could be out here for years without getting more; I have a decade worth of calories." Then she pointed to the donkey. "I also use it on that guy, that way I only have to worry about keeping him fed when I'm actively using him. There are all sorts of uses for the spell that other humans don't know, and they aren't good enough at casting it to make use of it if they did."

Lappy digested what the woman had said and came back with, "Meat goes bad?"

The woman laughed. "Not really, as far as goblins go. You guys have much more efficient stomach acid than humans do, so the stuff that happens to old meat doesn't hurt you the way it does to me."

"Oh."

"By the way," Leigh said, pulling the goblin girl's hood over her head and wrapping a scarf around all that, "you will need to wear this when we're in front of other people. I think you're just adorable, but not everyone is like me and a goblin sighting in the city might cause problems. Nothing I can't handle, and it will have to happen at some point, but I don't want your first experience of society to be it attacking you."

"We attacked you..." Lappy said. She'd been in the very hunting party which had captured the strange, tall, fair-skinned person before she'd learned that was wrong. It weighed on her mind in secret, when she couldn't distract herself.

"Yes," Leigh sighed, put her arm around the girl and kissed the top of her head, "that is the kind of thing that makes civilized people scared of goblins. It's not your fault specifically, but you're guilty by association since so very many goblin tribes out in the world are even worse than yours."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Demon lords tend to use goblins as shock troops, torturers, all sorts of horrible things. It's not their fault either, but it's so easy to subjugate a goblin tribe through shows of force, opportunities to enact cruelty. Other than that, you guys are considered vermin. Not that that's how I think of you, but you should be prepared for those who won't see you as anything else."

"Will they try to kill me?"

Leigh held her tight and growled, "I wouldn't let them, believe me."

The ride took them to the edge of the forest, further than Lappy had ever been from the place she was born at the bottom of a hole in the ground, and at the edge there was a strange, rainbow shimmer in the air like a pane of wobbling glass. Leigh stopped them before the donkey could pass through the threshold, and the animal oddly didn't seem to care about the prospect of going through the disturbance.

"What is it?" Lappy asked.

"Probably time to tell you anyway," Leigh said, "It's the edge of the stasis field that the generator in the tower is putting up. That's a temporal distortion that this section of the forest has been under for the last several decades, your whole life."

"Oh... but what is it?"

"I've been messing with time pretty heavily so that I could guide the way your tribe evolved. Outside here, time is crawling along, or it's more like we're sped up, so time outside has barely moved compared to the time inside. As far as I can tell, the outside world should only have moved forward by a month since I left. Anyway, it will probably be a different time of day, too, when we go through, so try to keep that in mind and don't panic."

Lappy slipped her fingers between Leigh's and held her hand for comfort. "Okay," she said.

While the donkey pulled them through the distortion, Lappy forced herself to keep her eyes open, saw the transition of the trees all in an instant going from green to brown, the sun overhead popping back toward the dawn, and a chill wind blew harmlessly against her hood which hadn't been there before. Twisting to look back, all she saw of the distortion from this side was a mild shimmer, but the green trees they left behind not only were brown like the rest of them, some of them no longer existed and many of the rest were noticeably smaller.

"Cool, isn't it?" Leigh said, "Turns out that the way light works, this is all still bouncing out from the point in time when those trees were younger, so that's what we're seeing instead of the ones that are actually there. I'm actually a little worried about what kind of flash is going to occur when several decades more of light come out from this patch all at once when I end the stasis field, but that's a bridge we can burn when we come to it. The really interesting thing is that the sunlight within the field is actually coming from the future position of the sun and I'm not entirely sure what to think about the implications of that fact."

"Ah," Lappy, who was by this point acclimated to ignoring things she couldn't hope to understand, said.

But Leigh continued chatting about her theories well into the day and Lappy conscientiously listened, interjecting when she heard more than two words in a row that she had understood to show that she had been listening. They didn't have much else to do after all on their way out of the forest, since civilization was apparently far away for a good reason. Mostly, along this forest trail which started getting wider along the way, it seemed familiar enough to Lappy that she could recognize it as her home, but that stopped at one mind-shattering point where they burst through the trees, at the amazing speed of a surly ass, and happened upon a vast, flat tract of flat-topped trunks. Far out, there was that telltale movement of people. Leigh made sure that Lappy's hood and her scarf were in place, told her that if she was questioned, she was Leigh's little sister and embarrassingly scarred; that would throw off suspicion.

Within hours, they had come up to a large cart which held a few dozen logs and hogged up all of the available space they would have needed to pass by.

While stuck behind this somehow even slower vehicle, Leigh and Lappy were approached by a man slightly taller than Lappy herself whose stout frame appeared to be comprised of eighty percent unruly beard.