Even If You Don't Trust Strangers, Nothing Changes
Am I still alive?
Serena watched the ground rush up toward her, her life flashing before her eyes—but after the impact, all she felt was a light jolt that rattled her body. Somehow, though, her vision had gone dark, and she couldn't move her upper half at all.
And it's weirdly cold… ptooey! Is this dirt?
The texture against her skin left no doubt: it was earth. Below the waist she could still move freely, but gravity put a nasty strain on her hips.
That crazy goddess bitch really half-assed the job!
Serena kicked and thrashed, trying to claw her way out of the ground, but it only hurt like hell and got her nowhere. She hadn't expected much from the pink-haired goddess who was a dead ringer for Grace, the protagonist of this eroge—but she never dreamed the woman would screw her over like this. The private prejudice that pink-haired whores were all idiots only hardened inside her.
The goblins watching her struggle mulled over the scene with their usual dim-witted focus. In the middle of the night a brilliant light had slammed into the earth with a roar, and now something that looked like a female's lower half was wriggling in the dirt. Process didn't matter to creatures this stupid and instinct-driven. Right in front of them was a female shaking a plump, juicy ass—that was all they needed.
One goblin edged carefully closer to the buried Serena. She, of course, had no idea anything was approaching; she just kept sighing at her predicament.
Haa… and why the hell is my crotch all wet and sticky? Did I… piss myself?
Wetting herself at her age was mortifying, but this counted as self-defense. Free-falling without a parachute and realizing mid-drop that you didn't have one? A little urine was practically restrained. The idea that a futanari goddess might have fucked her senseless while she was unconscious never even crossed her mind.
This is exhausting. Break time.
With her naturally trash-tier stamina, digging herself free looked hopeless.
Tap-tap.
Huh? Something just poked me…
Tap-tap.
No mistake. Someone was prodding her lower belly with a foot.
"Hey! There's a person down here! Help me!!!"
Whether her buried voice even reached the surface was secondary; the real problem was that the ones listening were goblins. True to their nature as a trash race that ignored female screams and pleas while laughing and raping, they simply disregarded Serena's cries and got on with their business.
"Keh-heh-heh, definitely a human female. And a rare top-grade one at that."
In an eroge world where every monster nest kept livestock pens full of females, goblins had a sharp eye for quality stock. It was the age of one nest, one breeding pen—plenty of females around—but more breeding stock was always better. And every female dragged off to the pens was beautiful, without exception. How the human population stayed stable when so many women vanished into those pens was one of the Demon King's Army's greatest mysteries, but never mind that. This was an eroge world. Don't sweat the details.
Of course, from the Demon King's Army's side, watching human numbers refuse to drop no matter how many they killed was enough to drive them insane—but what could they do? The world was just like that. Statistics from the Demon King's Castle had once revealed that females with Breeding Womb experience, once rescued, went on to birth absurd numbers of human children with high mana affinity. Those kids grew up eating sword-meals for breakfast. High-ranking demons tried everything to break the cycle and failed. Bloodbaths followed. When low-ranking demons or monsters got massacred by mana-wielding humans, the high-ranks stepped in. Killing them outright hurt too much, so they turned them into Breeding Wombs instead. Then those Breeding Wombs got rescued, and their kids cracked high-ranking demon skulls. That human? Let their guard down and became low-tier Breeding Womb material themselves. Ninety years of that cycle. After every dirty trick and desperate strategy imaginable, the goddess had been secretly defeated ten years ago. She escaped a year later, but the training stuck. What bothered the Demon King's Army was how smoothly that training had gone—almost as if someone had already broken her down to the core beforehand. They dismissed the idea that a goddess could be like that and, blinded by victory, ignored it.
And now, back to the surface world.
Serena was still wondering why her would-be rescuer wasn't pulling her out faster when the goblin shoved its nose straight into her pussy for a proper quality inspection. The sudden pressure made her thrash in shock; her heel slammed square into the goblin's jaw.
"Ki-kieeeeeeeek!!!"
The goblin clutched its jaw and screeched. Its companions, seeing a comrade attacked, immediately started clubbing Serena's ass.
"Ughheeeek!!! That huuuuurts!"
"Kieeeeeek!!! That huuuuurts!"
While the beaters worked, the other two Dumb-and-Dumbers writhed in shared pain. Once the first goblin recovered enough to stand, it decided the beautiful rose had thorns—though it knew neither the proverb nor the name of any flower. All it wanted was revenge for its jaw. Raising its wooden club high with its free hand—
Thwack—!
—it brought the club down hard on Serena's pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaah!!"
The scream that tore out of her was the loudest of her life. The goblin, hearing it, got even more excited and kept swinging.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwaaack!
"Fuck! Who the hell are you?! Stop right—agh! It hurts, please stop!"
The unprecedented pain crushed her resistance; she dropped into full submission. The goblins didn't care. They kept beating her until, finally, her bladder surrendered first.
A golden stream arced through the air and soaked the crumpled body of Serena.
"Hic… uuuuugh…"
Humiliation and injustice piled on top of each other until she was sniffling, but there was nothing she could do, which only made it worse. In perfect inverse proportion to her misery, the goblins started dancing and celebrating as if nothing had happened.
"Keh-keh-keh-keh-keh-keh."
They were laughing and dancing so loudly they never heard the careful footsteps approaching through the dark.
"Ugh, fucking noisy."
"Kiruk? Kieeeek!"
The goblins startled at the stranger's appearance. Only the one still beating Serena failed to notice and kept swinging.
"Kiruk?"
That goblin finally realized the surroundings had gone quiet. No comrades. Just a human staring at it.
Whoosh!
A crimson cord snapped around the goblin's throat. It thrashed in agony, but the man flicked his fingers as if the screaming offended him; the cord flashed, and the goblin fell silent.
"One of my limbs just died, so this is perfect timing. And that…"
The man spotted Serena's ass, still buried and filthy with her own piss.
"Heh-heh-heh-heh, I came out because the cave was getting noisy, and look what I found—jackpot."
Grinning, he muttered something over his staff. The earth around Serena softened. Another chant, and her body floated free.
"Hic… uuuugh…"
Pulled from the hole, Serena's face was a mess of tears and snot, yet her beauty still shone through. The man hid his black intentions as best he could and spoke to her.
"Are you all right, miss? To fall into a trap in the middle of the night and get attacked by goblins… at least I made it in time."
"Thank you. Thank you so much. But who are you…?"
Overflowing with gratitude toward her savior, Serena still asked for identification. In a world like this, that information mattered.
"Ah, forgive the late introduction. I'm Morus, a mage of the Magic Association. I'm staying here for research. If it wouldn't be an imposition, would you care to rest at my temporary workshop?"
"I'm grateful for the offer, but I—"
GROOOOAAAR.
A massive roar rolled out of the forest. No ordinary beast—definitely a large monster. Serena flinched, but one of the things you never trusted in this world was a lone eccentric wandering around.
"I—"
"Tsk. What a pain."
Apparently tired of her hesitation, Morus pulled something from his coat and flung it into her face.
Puff.
"Cough, cough—what is…"
The powder hit her face; her eyes lost focus. The Demon King's Army's pride and joy—hypnosis powder—had done its work. Being powder, the effect was short-lived and no real expert would fall for it, but the woman in front of him was easy prey.
Confirming the powder had taken hold, Morus grinned and hauled both the goblin and Serena back to his temporary workshop.