Bestiary No. 2 — Goblin
I parted ways with Reina just before we entered the Adventurer's Guild.
She went in through the receptionists' private door; I took the main entrance.
Inside, the building was still a roaring, jostling crush of people. I headed for the wall plastered with commission notices.
The left side was empty. The right was packed solid.
"She said the higher-rank commissions are on the left, didn't she?"
I'd picked up a lot of useful information over drinks with Reina the night before, and that was one of them.
The ranks ran Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, and Legend — and Legend-rank adventurers numbered only five in the entire world.
I made for the lowest-rank commissions. There were simply so many Bronze-rank postings that I had to squeeze between people just to get a look at them.
"Herb gathering, lost cat, wild animal hunt…"
Bronze-rank commissions were basically errands. The pay was pitiful, and every one of them was written for a single person.
More importantly, none of them did a thing for my survival. I needed to find a new species and mate with it as soon as possible — when exactly was I supposed to dig up herbs and chase cats?
So my eyes drifted toward the multi-person commissions instead.
A little farther left than the errand postings, right near the boundary with the Silver-rank board, I found a commission recruiting several people.
"There it is."
Details: A new goblin outpost has appeared deep in the Eastern Forest. Subjugate it.
Party Size: 10 //////
Reward: Base pay of 5 silver coins, plus 1 copper coin per pair of goblin ears
Six slashes had already been drawn through the party-size line. Six people had already accepted. I hurried over to the reception counter to sign up.
"Oh my? You're the adventurer who left with Reina yesterday, aren't you?"
"Ah, yes. Is Reina still getting ready?"
"Heehee. That's right. Did you two have fun last night?"
The woman behind the counter had that big-sister vibe. She and Reina seemed pretty close.
"So, you're taking this commission?"
"Yes."
"You're a beginner. You sure about that?"
"I'm confident I can keep myself alive."
"Well, I'm sure Reina already told you, but overconfidence will get you killed."
She'd clearly watched plenty of rookie adventurers die, and the advice came from a genuine place.
I thanked her and handed over my Adventurer Card.
She tapped the card with her pen. Something glittering transferred from the card into the pen. Then she tapped the commission notice the same way, and a new slash appeared on the party-size line all by itself.
"That's it. When it's time to leave, your card will light up — just follow the light and gather with the others."
"Thank you."
"Heehee. Try not to die, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am."
I thanked her again and sat down at a table to wait. Before long, my Adventurer Card began to glow.
The light pointed in a clear direction — right beside the exit, where about ten adventurers were already heading.
That had to be the rally point.
I strapped on my gear and followed.
"Everyone here?"
Ten adventurers in total. Seven men, including me, and three women.
"Name's John. I'm leading this mission."
"Korun here!"
"Geil."
…
Everyone introduced themselves, so I did the same. But was that it? Just names? No roles, no plan?
They simply said their names and started walking toward the Eastern Forest, which left me a little puzzled.
"Um…"
"Hm? Something on your mind?"
I couldn't hold the question in any longer and turned to the female adventurer walking beside me.
"Is there, like… a plan? A strategy?"
"A strategy? Pfft! Are you a total rookie?"
"Yeah. I only got to the city yesterday."
"For a Bronze-rank commission you don't need a strategy. We go in, kill a few goblins, and come back. What kind of plan does that take?"
Was that really how it worked? Goblins were among the weakest monsters, sure, but weren't they being a little too casual?
"Now, if this were a goblin village subjugation, strategy would matter. But an outpost? Five goblins at most, I'd bet."
"Then why recruit ten adventurers?"
"Just in case. Hot-blooded scrub adventurers die on goblin commissions more than anything else."
So they'd deliberately padded the numbers to keep rookies from getting killed. Surprisingly sensible organization, actually.
"Heehee. If you're scared, you can stick right next to this big sister, you know?"
"Ahaha."
We kept chatting like that, and before I knew it we'd entered the Eastern Forest.
The easy banter died. Every face around me turned serious.
That was a relief. A moment ago I'd genuinely wondered whether this ragtag bunch could finish the job at all.
"Tracks. Direction is… that way."
"Good. Stay sharp, everyone."
One of the adventurers had found goblin footprints. From a single set of tracks he read direction, position, and distance.
Skills like that were essential for any adventurer. I watched carefully, determined to make them my own.
"Outpost spotted."
A surprisingly decent outpost stood in the middle of the forest. It was built of wood, with plenty of crude, slapdash work, but it looked more solid than I'd expected.
"Total… six of them."
"Can we take them from range?"
"Negative. We'll have to go in."
"Tch. Fine. I'll take point."
The archers and crossbowmen would handle any runners, so six of us would make the entry.
"Come back safe. Don't die."
"I'll try."
The female adventurer I'd gotten friendly with gave my back a playful slap.
Buoyed by her encouragement, I followed the leader toward the outpost.
A crude structure of wood and leaves. From inside came the goblins' ker-ruk chatter.
The moment we moved to go in—
"Kyaaaah!?"
A scream tore through the air from where the ranged fighters had been waiting.
"Th-that voice…?"
"Don't tell me—! Damn it, it's a trap! Everyone run—gahk!?"
A wooden spear erupted from John the leader's chest. The goblins inside had driven their weapons straight through the walls.
"Shit!"
I scrambled away from the wall. More wooden spears punched out through John's body.
Ker-ruk!
Ker-ruk ker-ruk!
Ke-re-re-re!
Goblin cries erupted from every direction around the outpost. This was nowhere near one or two of them.
"That way!"
The tracker pointed out an escape route — only for green monsters to block it.
"Die!"
The adventurers swung their weapons at the goblins. I drove my fist into the face of the one charging me.
It was my first real fight, yet every motion felt natural. That had to be the power of Low-grade Unarmed Combat.
One goblin went down spitting blood, and another immediately filled its place. A crude wooden spear stabbed toward me.
I slapped it aside with the back of my hand and drove my fist into its gut.
A wet crack of breaking bone. Clean hit.
"Sh-shit…"
But there were simply too many of them. Five of us against dozens of goblins was close to impossible.
Ker-ruk!
Ker-ruk ker-ruk?
Ker-ruk!
And yet the goblins only surrounded us, threatening without closing in. Why?
"D-damn it… It's cock hunting."
"Cock… what?"
"When a female goblin is the boss, they hunt men during breeding season. They use them as living dildos."
Most goblin packs were led by males, so this was an extremely rare case. Of course the one-in-a-million scenario had to land on my commission.
"Then why did they kill John?"
"Hell if I know. Guess he wasn't their type."
We stood back-to-back, weapons ready — and then the female goblins began to emerge from behind the pack.
When a female led, the society became female-dominated, and the females themselves were exempt from the hunt.
The female goblins looked us over, appraising us one by one.
"S-shit, that's disgusting."
"I think I'm gonna be sick…"
The other adventurers looked ready to despair at the thought of breeding with goblins. I, on the other hand, didn't quite get it.
For goblins, weren't these actually pretty decent?
The moment I said that out loud, the others stared at me like I'd lost my mind.
"Are you out of your damn mind? Their skin is green."
"Yeah, but if you ignore the green skin, they look basically human."
"Urgh…! So goblin-fuckers really do exist…!"
One by one, the female goblins pointed at the adventurers. The men were led away with faces on the verge of tears.
I was chosen by a green-haired goblin who looked to be the highest-ranking female of the lot.
She took my hand and pulled me into the outpost. The ones who'd been inside earlier had already cleared out; the place was empty.
Ker-ruk!
"Y-you want me to strip?"
They'd already taken all my weapons and gear, and she was holding a knife, so I didn't have much choice.
I stripped exactly as she ordered. She had a surprisingly pretty face for a female goblin, and my cock stood up on its own.
Ker-ruk!?
"Ah, yeah, it's pretty big."
She stared at the size of my cock in open shock. Then she swallowed hard and started peeling off her own clothes in a hurry.
The outfit was just roughly cut leather, so it took her less than ten seconds. She stood there completely naked.
Ker-ruk!
"A-alright, alright! I'll lie down."
She pointed at a bed of leaves on the floor, and I lay back on it. Then she climbed on top of me.
Huff…! Huff…!
Her pussy was already soaking wet. She was completely worked up.
Without so much as a second of foreplay, my cock sank straight into her.
Kyaooh♥!
"Kh…!"
The squeeze was incredible. And unlike a human, her inner walls were absurdly springy and tight.
She thrashed her hips like she'd lost her mind. The truth was, though, not even half of my cock had gone in.
"Don't just… get yourself off!"
The moment her hips lifted, I snapped my own hips upward to meet her.
Thwuck!
My cock buried itself all the way inside her. Once I shoved past her womb, the whole thing somehow fit.
Ke-kehek…♥?
"My turn now."
Honestly, I preferred doing the fucking over getting fucked.