User blog:Ore-samma/My Hobgoblin (Tavern)

Hello fans, Ore-Samma here!

From another forum post = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068262/r/4400000000000452392

Another fan request; this one was quite enjoyable to write! I love how it turned out. Hobgoblins are so cute!

Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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I was just appalled by the sheer gall and greed of the filthy traders within the Martz guild.

I watched them essentially rob a group of four goblins with their hobgoblin ringleader out of their bronze and silver ore like they were selling coal.

The Martz guild always did their best to cheat me as well, and when they moved off laughing I walked up to the goblin group.

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“Hey- you know they are cheating you, right?”

The group stopped laughing and the Hobgoblin shook her head and held up her finger.

“Man pay what he said he would. We have the money agreed upon, no cheating.”

I shook my head. “Yeah well, he knows that you should have more than what he gave you. A lot more.”

They all looked at each other then at me. The Hobgoblin spoke again. “How you know?”

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I soon found that it was pointless to argue or try to convince the Goblin group to the finer points of trading and math. I shook my head and was about to just give up when the hobgoblin took hold of my arm.

“Will you help us?” She said, her eyes took on a puppy-dog look, as did her comrades.

I shook my head. “I don’t know anything about mining. I just make wooden carts and structures.....little odds and ends as a tinker.”

The Hobgoblin tugged at me. “We need carts and structures for mine! We pay you what you ask when we come back to sell more ore!”

I shook my head again. “I don’t have wood supplies where your mine is.”

“We have wood! Lots of wood! We cut for you!” The hobgoblin pleaded. “Please! Winter is coming! We need to store food!”

“No tricks?” I said holding out my hand.

“Only a few tricks!” The hobgoblin said holding out her hand.

I sighed…..they really were airheads, weren’t they?

“My name is Ge-pal!” The hobgoblin said, and pointed to each of her four companions. Gul, Gar, Gen, and Guf!”

I looked and it was near impossible to tell them apart but oh well. I’m sure they would respond to whatever name I called out.

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I followed the group of five, noticing how they would walk ahead and casting backward glances at me and chuckling to themselves. I rolled my eyes, if anything I could out run them. The idea of getting a percentage of their next haul intrigued me to no end.

We walked all day and into the night, and by morning we arrived at a mountain outcropping next to a plentiful forest with a clear stream passing nearby.

“Okay!” I said, clasping my hands together. “Let’s get started!”

Ge-pal's strength was amazing! She felled enough lumber and helped me process it. And in a few hours I had a working rudimentary lumber mill.

I caught plenty of trout and salmon in the creek which they all loved, and as long as they were fed, they had no complaints in working hard.

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Soon I was able to build several mining carts, able to channel water to the depths of the mine, have a drain system, and even a water powered pulley system.

Initially they dug out the ores with their bare hands, sticks or other rocks. I helped them make a crude forge, and as soon as they got their hands on the crudest of metal tools, they started to produce faster than my innovations could keep up. And before long we had more ingots than we could realistically carry to the town… even with Ge-pal’s monstrous strength.

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“Whew! Work is easier with metal tool!” Ge-pal said, smiling at her worn pickaxe.

I nodded, looking at the sheer amount of raw lumber I could sell at market and the ore ingots Ge-pal and her group had to sell. She was not going to need to worry about food for a long, long time.

“Well, we can stop mining for now.” I said. “It is autumn. See the leaves are starting to turn. We need to get a structure ready for winter.”

Ge-pal looked confused. “Why build structure? We live in cave, you live in lumber mill.”

I shook my head. “Winter will be better in actual house!”

At the word ‘house’ all the Goblins and even the hobgoblin squealed in delight! “House! You show us how?” She said, her smile wide.

“Of course!”

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Together we built less of a house, and more of a Tavern-dwelling. The Goblins didn’t like the idea of what I thought of as a house, in fact the idea of living in separate buildings almost terrified them.….so after getting to understand what they thought a house was.... we settled on building a tavern....which figures….up until now, staying in a Tavern was like some kind of ultimate treat. And the idea that they could build one for themselves was just beyond what their little imaginations could cobble together.

And again, due to the Ge-pal’s monstrous strength and her tireless crew, the Tavern was constructed in a fraction of the time it would for humans, even if they had triple the manpower.

They squealed in delight, clanking the empty mugs and barrels I made for them. Drinking water as if it were beer and sitting at one set of tables to the next. Warming next to the fire and bouncing on the piles of soft cloths, furs, and sheep's wool that were piled in each room as bedding.

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We packed the wagon we built with several rented beasts of burden and were off to market!

The arrival of our caravan was nothing short of a delightful surprise to the townsfolk. They suffered heavily under the price gouging of the Martz guild, and a fire wrecked part of the town….further driving up the prices of lumber.

“Now! Now!” I said to the lumber and builders guild. “As long as you promise to charge a fair price to rebuild the town, I promise to charge last year’s prices on lumber!”

“Plenty of metal!” Ge-pal shouted out, “Prices on sign! Also trade for beer and tavern drinks!”

I looked at the sleazy bastards of the Martz guild as they tried to sweet talk and slime their way to cheaper prices with the Goblins, but they kept shaking their heads…. Especially once they saw that just a few ingots got them more money than their entire last haul.

“Well, maybe we can come to some other arrangement?” The sleazy trader said, grabbing Ge-pal’s chest.

She shrieked and the other goblins set upon him with a ferocity like none I’ve ever seen.

“Arrest those filthy animals!” The trader cried out to the guard, nursing a black eye.

But even the guards had enough. “Leave our town! We will have nothing more to do with you swindlers!” The guard captain said, drawing his sword. “These Goblins and Hobgoblin are doing us a favor by ridding us of your filth!”

Ge-pal’s four underlings whooped and hollered, hoisting Ge-pal, and then me on their shoulders.

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Soon after all our stocks were sold, we set to buying a great deal of food, which was a huge boon to the farmers who could now afford to have their houses rebuilt, Tavern equipment and drinks from the blacksmith guild, and even several more carts with oxen and beasts of burden.

They threw a small celebratory gathering for us, nearly weeping with the sudden good fortune that came from me and a small goblin crew, of all things.

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'' You're a saint! ''

'' You're a good man! ''

'' Your crew of mamono are so noble! They are welcome back anytime! ''

'' Lemme buy you all a drink! ''

Hey, are the goblins single?

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“Say-” The village mayor said looking at all the supplies we bought. “Are you setting up a business? Before the fire, we were thinking about expanding.”

Immediately my mind went to the Tavern the Goblin crew built, the lumber yard, the mine… the stream… it was all coming together.

“Tell you what, after the winter, my crew and I could talk about selling property, houses and farmsteads.”

“Please! We would love to have the opportunity to work more with such honest and fair-minded folk!” The mayor said patting Ge-pal on the head.

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The ride back was one of serious celebration as they whooped and hollered, drinking beer, spirits, wine and eating succulent cheese and fruit. Ge-pal’s underlings were riding on the shoulders of their ‘husbands’ local hunters who were single in the town that had few women anyway, and wanted to see the forest that had plenty of game.

“Food for winter! Food for Spring! Food everyday!” Ge-pal cried out, holding the flagon I made for her, a hot blush on her face as she guzzled her wine.

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We finally arrived, and I started to unpack my goods, and placed them away properly. I watched the Goblin crew do the same with the Tavern we would shelter in all winter long. I made sure the animals were taken care of in the now-empty Lumber mill and opened the tavern door.

“Surprise!” The Goblin crew cried out and showed me a cake sitting on the table.

I looked over and saw the frosting had my face and Ge-pal’s face on it.

King and Queen it said.

“Woah! Wait a second, do you think-” The rest of my words were cut off as each of the goblins grabbed a limb and as Ge-pal smothered me with her kisses and her voluptuous body.

“You the nicest man. You the most handsome man! You help people in need, Hobgoblin, Goblin, even your own! You get rid of thieves who cheat me, and cheat your own! You are a hero! You are a King!” Ge-pal purred, her breath caring the scent of fragrant wine. “You will make wonderful husband, and we will make wonderful life here!”

I was shocked for a moment by what she said, that I didn’t even notice her crew carrying me and her to a room until they closed the door, casting the room in a dim glow of sunset.

Ge-pal rose up from being on top of me, now straddling my waist. She pulled off her top and leaned forward, rubbing her breasts on my stomach and chest, giving soft moans and ending each brush with her body with a deep kiss.

“I was afraid. Afraid we starve this winter. Lost too many last winter.” She almost cried out. “So hungry. The others would not eat until I was full. I watch so many starve! You save the rest. You save me and my family!” She said cuddling into my chest. She turned her head to me, I saw her eyes overflow with tears. “You give me hope! You give me chance for good life! You give them chance for good life! I won't go hungry! They won't go hungry! Their husbands and children won't go hungry! You good man! I love you!”

My heart basked in the warmth overflowing from my Hobgoblin’s heart and I met her lips with my own. We held, kissed, touched, and loved.

I watched her remove my clothes and with our lips connected she lowered her flesh onto mine. Her entire body worked into me, she rubbed her breasts against me, her body her lips and tongue.

I pushed her off, and grabbed her breasts and entered from behind. We tussled and soon found ourselves in a standing position, her body twisted to keep our lips locked together as I squeezed and fondled her breasts.

She cried out suddenly flourishing her legs so she could wrap them around me while we were still attached. She clung to me, squeezing me with her monstrous strength… even cracking my back a little as I emptied my seed into her womb.

She playfully bit my neck with delicate chomps, still panting, her body heaving against mine with each breath- each heartbeat.

Eventually we settled into the pile of soft cloths and furs. Ge-pal snuggled up to my chest just as a cold rain began to fall and darkness cast upon our little camp in earnest.

I thought of what the winter, and spring would bring.

A new town, a new source of life to the valley…. and a new home that would be filled with love.