Chapter 134: Chapter 122: The Life Of A Half-Gobo

 

 

For the first time in a long time; Fuka found her mind drifting back toward her past before she became a member of Elizabeth’s Paradise as well as her most unhappy time.

Being a half-goblin meant she grew up two times faster than a normal human would, something quite useful for her situation, as she certainly wasn’t in a good position. Although her mother was from a small but wealthy noble family - there was no support from that.

It had to do with the origin of her birth. Her mother was actually being sent to marry a noble dwarf on the other side of the country but was ambushed by a horde of goblins just as they were about to reach their destination. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened next; the men were killed and she was taken back to their den to be used like cattle with the purpose of sating for their endless desires.

Even in the best case scenario, being rescued immediately by some wandering adventurers, there would always be the suspicion that her supposed ‘purity’ had been taken. As such there was no way she would be able to actually go through with her marriage. However, what happened wasn’t the best case, she spent an entire month being ravaged by merciless stinky green men.

She did get rescued by an adventurer party who readily wiped out all those goblins nevertheless it was far too late to ‘rescue’ her. Few women (outside of adventurers) who went into a goblin den came out again with their sanity perfectly intact. With the outlook in {Orrid} there was obviously little research into it but the women would somehow ‘give in’ after an extended period of time.

This resulted in them acting more like whores hired by the goblins than noble women who had been taught to have unwavering loyalty to their husbands. One of the many reasons why kidnapped maidens would come out as disgraced whores - often mothers on top of that.

With this being the case, there was no way that her family would bother ‘recollecting her’ as that would just made their embarrassment obvious, so she was left abandoned on the streets of {Orrid}.

Her belly bloated with the spawn of her dead ‘lovers’ with no perceivable skills other than those she learned in the den. She obviously wasn’t hesitant to use them though. Actually being able to earn quite a bit from utilising her obvious pregnancy and noble presence to her advantage.

That was also when Fuka was conceived.

She wasn’t born alone; being one of two little crotch “goblins” to be born that day; the second being far more obvious in their origin.

Both of them were born with their mother’s unique crimson hair however Fuka’s brother was shorter than her from the start; along with having obvious green skin. Technically Fuka’s ears were slightly sharper at the tips than normal, howbeit, people never really cared about her long enough to take notice of that.

Since she was born, everyone always revolved around her “innocent brother”, her mother always would defend anything her brother did. As they both were half goblins - they were both far more aggressive than regular kids in about everything they could do - so they would always get in trouble. Whether fighting each other or other kids it always seemed like he was in the right.

They didn’t live in the worst neighbourhood nor the best so obviously they would get into a lot of conflicts with most being started by her brother. He loved stealing as well as touching others “inappropriately” with no care for the consequences despite having the usual build of a goblin. A ton of stamina in addition to dexterous enough thumbs to use a weapon but absolutely nothing worth mentioning otherwise - being weak in all other fashions.

Strangely Fuka hadn’t exactly followed the usual mould; seemingly being a mutant who had far higher physical strength than should be possible.

Initially she didn’t care enough for the perverted twerp of a brother to help him out, often beating him up herself, yet their mother would always complain about her being problematic. Just to stop the complaints she ended up protecting him from other children - even those who she used to consider friends. Still her brother never showed any gratitude for that and made sure those friends of hers would never consider reconnecting with her.

It was hardly surprising that a young Fuka would get angry at her supposed sibling but she couldn’t even beat up the rat when he dared touch her. Having just smiled like she was some servant. Afterall, if she showed anger at him, he would just grass on her which would result in her being blamed for making her brother uncomfortable.

Still - while she grew twice as fast as a normal human - since he was a goblin he grew up twice as fast as she did. With her being the closest girl to a growing goblin… It wasn’t very surprising what would happen and it was also a breaking point for the young Fuka.

However, if she wasn’t able to frown at him, beating him to near death obviously didn’t make her mother a fan of hers.

Her supposed mother was enraged at how she beat him up without any care for why; justifying everything that her brother did as usual. Without any regret she beat Fuka out the door. That was also the last time she had seen her mother as they moved to {Gobberz} using a ‘contact’ her mother had through “work”.

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Being left alone on the streets with no friends nor anyone wishing to be her friend meant she could only rely on her own fists. Something she was able to do with surprising success. Using her high strength & endless stamina to basically rule the slums with a confident iron fist - creating her own gang that quickly rose to prominence - making a living through protection money being the nicest thing they did.

Although when she became 6 years old she ran into a certain B-rank adventurer party that took it upon themselves to ‘clean up’ the streets upon being requested from a rival gang led by a noble brat.

When a young Fuka thought she was going to be ended by a certain dark elf she ended up being saved by a hybrid bunny-kin who pointed out her age. With the others agreeing that she shouldn’t be killed due to being too young; they ended up taking her with them. From there she was taught essentially how to be a human being alongside a cow-kin who was a little older than she was (though no one would be able to actually guess it).

Thanks to her picking things up at twice the speed of a human, quickly she managed to settle into her role as well as calming down quite a lot, no longer needing to fight for her life. That wasn’t to say she didn’t like a brawl as much as the next ‘teen’ however she was certainly less violent than her days as the infamous crimson fist.

The irony of finding such ‘fulfilment’ by being stuffed like a turkey wasn’t lost on her; nor the fact that it was exactly the same route of her disgraced mother. Regardless, that didn’t change the fact she was a gobo, she didn’t focus on the details. All that mattered was to continue living and hopefully having some fun along the way.

Even deciding to pick up a sword & shield while putting her knuckle dusters down.

Things got even more interesting when a certain little ‘elf’ arrived.

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But arriving in {Orrid} & seeing a hobgoblin that looked like a cross between her & the little brat? All she could consider that was a massive mood killer. It almost felt like she had gone back 5 years to what was undoubtedly the worst time in her life by a mile - having no control or  power over her own existence.

“GLUOCH!” <Fuka>

‘Fortunately’ she didn’t have time to remain on that.

Awaking the the feeling of something lodging itself down her throat, no care about her gag reflex, with her gag only resulted in something thick & sticky becoming lodged in her nostrils. Her instinctive reaction to reach up to her throat was stopped as she felt two large ‘sausages’ being slapped down onto her palm as her wrists were grappled. Being forced to rub up and down that pair of throbbing meat.

It only took a moment to recognise the scent of the fluid she was blowing out her nose, making her calm down and reciprocate a little to the group. Not worrying about her lack of vision. Having enough experience to recognise the feeling of a pair of hairy, sweaty, big, fat nuts sliding up and down her face.

Remembering that she found herself being ‘recruited’ by some class from a knight school who came for some kind of school trip - wanting to bed a woman instead of a hobgoblin led to a big bonus. Though her coin purse wasn’t the only thing that was big. At least from the aching & draughty feeling she was experiencing from her holes as they clearly leaked even more than her nose.

Didn’t seem like they cared about that though; soon feeling some hands lifting her lower half up by her thighs before feeling multiple ‘sausages’ slide right in.

Wiggling her hips in a mixture of pleasure & professionalism - those squires showing their might by sheathing their strapping swords inside her ass. Hearing some groans, from the two she was getting handy with, as she soon felt a familiar stickiness shoot onto the side of her chest… Not that her tits weren’t already sticky enough from her ‘long night’.

<Can’t even count how many of ‘em are even in my ass… Oh well~!>

So with a naughty little tongue lashing she decided to close her eyes once more.

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