The science on what exactly happened was a bit fuzzy, so to speak. Several times in the past, I had read educated opinions from theoretical physicists about alternate dimensions and even alternate universes. They postulated that these places very possibly and even probably existed, but getting there was the problem. One theory even said entire alternate universes could be located inside black holes. Ours could have been one. Apparently they had mathematical equations to back that idea up, too. Hard to argue with math.
Well, I wouldn't be able to follow their math anyways, so I suppose that part didn't matter. All I know is that I woke up on the ground, still drunk as hell. But this wasn't the ground I was expecting. My apartment building collapsed right as we were sucked into the black hole. So if I somehow survived that, I expected to wake up amidst a pile of shattered concrete and brick, and maybe some tacky furniture.
Even if I had been yeeted outside by some crazed gravitational forces, I would have expected to wake up on Cleveland soil. So there should have been litter everywhere, and at least two potholes.
Instead, When I woke, I found myself in a strange room. The roof and walls were both carved from stone, with no windows. Two sconces held candles on the wall, but there were otherwise no decorations. The furniture was strange, and made from wood and something that reminded me of wicker.
I turned my head to see more and pain lanced through every fiber of my existence. I grunted and laid there for a moment, waiting for the agony to subside. It was then that I realized I was tied to the bed, although not very securely. Not like someone wanted to restrain me, but more like someone wanted to keep me from thrashing around.
The strange woman in the hooded cloak suddenly stood at my side, looking down at me with those large blue eyes. Her face was filled with compassion as she reached out and gently placed her hand on my forehead. She looked me over, taking a moment to examine my clothes that were probably strange to her.
"Blerg?" she asked, leaning her head to one side.
"What the fuck is blerg?" I replied, then winced. The pain in my jaw was worse than I had ever felt. I wasn't sure what a broken jaw felt like, but I began to wonder if I had one. Considering that asshole had kicked me in the face, I probably did.
"Zin. Fel blerg," she said with a small nod, as if stating fact. She placed her hands on her hips and pursed her full lips as she looked at me.
I opened my mouth to speak but immediately closed it at the pain in my face. Instead, I closed my eyes and took a few shallow breaths, then looked over at her.
The strange little woman walked over to a table on the other side of the small room and began to rummage through several items atop it. She returned a few minutes later with something in her hand. It looked like a small, egg-shaped gemstone, but it glowed with its own faint internal light. It was a faint pink tone, almost like the color of flesh.
"Floobee?" she asked, then gently placed the stone upon my forehead.
I wasn't sure what she was doing but I was in no shape to resist. She began uttering something under her breath, words in a strange language I didn't understand. Warmth radiated from the stone into my skin. Well, at least it was better than being cold. I hated being cold.
She placed her other hand on my shoulder to calm me and continued speaking in that strange language. Compared to the words she had said to me earlier, this had a very different sound.
The warmth from the stone on my forehead continued to flow into my skin, and it slowly spread through my face. A sharp pain lanced through my nose as it straightened itself. My left eye had been nearly swollen shut, but the swelling reduced and I could see again. I felt my jaw shift, confirming that it had indeed been broken.
I gasped at the feeling of my body and face healing. Cuts and scrapes on my body faded, and a broken rib healed itself as well. The sensation of things sliding in place was all at once relieving and sickening. Seriously, the day you feel your ribs move on their own, you'll understand.
After a moment, the woman sagged and closed her eyes as if tired, then removed the stone from my head. She took a deep breath, her hand still on my shoulder. Instead of calming me though, her hand was there to steady herself. She turned and went back to the table, where she set the stone. She selected a different stone, as well as a small figure made from straw and cloth, like a crude children's doll.
I watched with interest as she came back to where I lay. The pain in my body was completely gone. I didn't even have a hangover, which was impressive considering I had downed a dozen beers. Two was usually enough for me.
"Hey," I said, smiling at her. "Thank you for healing me. That was very kind." I knew she couldn't understand my words, but hopefully she would be able to understand my tone, or at least my smile.
She set the new stone on my chest. This one glowed like the previous one, but it was green instead of being fleshtone. The woman pointed at my hair, then made a snatching motion. She then pointed at her doll and held up a single finger. Did she need to pull a hair from me? I nodded.
She smiled, and plucked a hair from my head. At least she was quick. She put it on the small doll, which she then set on my chest. The green stone pulsated once, and she moved it to my forehead. After that, she placed a hand over my lips and began uttering in that strange language again.
I didn't feel anything this time. No warmth spreading through my skin, nothing. But when she finished, she let out a great sigh and slumped over on me, as if she had passed out. Her head rested on my stomach, and her hood had partially fallen off, revealing her long, black hair and pointed ears.
The lighting in her room was much better than it was in the tunnel, so I got a better look at her. Those big eyes, long, pointed ears, and green skin freaked me out a bit, but not as much as they would have earlier. She had just healed me, after all.
What I found most interesting was the sheer beauty of her face. I wouldn't expect to find myself attracted to a middle-aged woman with green skin and pointed ears, but she was absolutely gorgeous. Her facial structure was humanlike with the exception of her large eyes. Full lips twisted and puckered and finally curved into a faint smile as she opened her eyes and looked up at me.
"I wish that wasn't so tiring," she said in perfect English. Her voice was low, almost sultry.
"Hey, I can understand you now," I said. "I didn't realize you spoke my language."
"I don't," she replied, straightening up. She knuckled the small of her back and winced. "But after that spell, we can understand each other with ease."
"First off, thank you for healing me," I said. "I really, really appreciate it."
She waved it away. "Sometimes, goblin magic can be powerful. Healing magic is one of the stronger ones, at least with me."
"And second, what are—wait, did you say goblin?"
She blinked. "Yes, I did. What other kind of magic would I use?"
"So, you're a goblin?" I asked, feeling slightly in a daze. Goblins? Seriously? I didn't feel like I was still drunk, but I had to double check.
"Of course I am," she said. "What else would I be?"
"Holy shit," I said. "What were those men I saw out in the forest? Were they elves?"
"Probably," she replied. "There are some other types that live out there, but elves are the closest. We tend to avoid most of the other races, though. They aren't the kindest to goblins."
"Can you untie me?" I asked, looking down at the strap across my chest.
"Oh, sorry," she said. She reached out and quickly untied the wide strap that held me to the bed.
I sat up slowly, cautiously testing my limbs for pain. Of course, I felt fine. Better than I had in months, to be honest. That goblin healing magic was something special.
"Okay," I said. "Let's start from the beginning. Well, maybe not the beginning. I don't think you'll know how I got here. But what happened back in the tunnel?"
She sighed. "The guards are overzealous at times. Well, all of the time. To be honest, they're quite horrible, and I hate them." She took a deep breath, as if to calm a sudden rise of anger. "They don't like intruders. Especially with how big you are, there's no way to tell if you mean us harm or not. I suspected you were kind from the moment I saw you."
"So, that guy kicked my ass because I trespassed into goblin territory?" I asked.
"Basically," she replied.
"Why did he hit you?" I asked her.
She frowned prettily. "I am not well liked among many goblins, especially the men. They see me as evil because I do magic, even though they often benefit from my magic. Even with my history, I am tolerated at best, as long as I avoid everyone. But, I have nowhere else to go, so I live here, on the edge of the city."
That was a lot to take in at once. "City?" I asked. "There's an underground goblin city here?"
She nodded, and looked at me strangely. "Do you not know anything about goblins?" she asked.
I thought of some of the silly stories I had read as a child, and movies I had later seen, all depicting goblins as two-foot-tall monsters with huge noses that were eager to gnaw your foot off. None of them were even remotely as attractive as her.
"Not really," I said. "I'm new to your world. Mine was destroyed in an accident just a few hours before we met, and I somehow wound up here."
"Strange," she replied. "How are you called? Do you have a name?"
"Aaron," I told her. "Aaron Parker. What about you?"
"I am called Silvy," she replied.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and ran my fingers through my hair. "This is crazy," I muttered. "I don't even know where to start with all this. Why are you so pretty and that goblin man was the exact opposite? He looked like a walking chainsaw with muscles."
She frowned. "We have been bred that way for countless years. Only the strongest men are allowed to breed, and they always choose the most beautiful women. Many centuries ago, we used to be more similar, men and women. Now the men are savage brutes, while most of the women look like me. Any children that are born that don't fit those qualities are killed."
She still wore the cloak, so I couldn't see much more than her face, although that alone was beautiful. When she moved her arms, the front of her cloak opened enough for me to see that she wore a simple brown dress and had large breasts.
"What do you do down here?" I asked, although to be honest I wasn't entirely sure what I even meant.
"Sometimes I am called upon for magic," she said. "Although often in secret, as many would prefer to forget I exist."
"Why would they treat you that way?" I asked. "I mean, you just healed me with magic. Can they not see how useful it is?"
She scoffed. Even that was pretty. "Men fear what they don't understand," she said. "None of them are able to do magic; it is only available to women and even then it is rare. They think it is a thing of evil. So they will shun me and chastise me in public and treat me as an outcast, but call for me in secret when they need my powers."
"That's horrible," I said.
She shrugged. "It's how I have survived the last two hundred years."
Two hundred years? This just got more and more strange with every passing moment.
"What did you do before then?" I asked.
Silvy sighed. "Oh, I used to be much more than just a crazy old witch woman," she said. "I was the king's favorite wife. I bore him his eldest, his heir, and he favored me above his other wives."
"And then what happened?" I asked.
"I warned him that Ralcor would rise up against him," she said with a sad shake of her head. "And that he did. I told the king that he needed to rally support among the people or he would lose his throne." She sighed. "He tied me to a stake and whipped me in front of everyone for not believing in him. After that, he cast me aside. I never saw my son again."
"Never?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Never." Her eyes gleamed and a tear leaked down her cheek. "Even after all these years, the memory burns. Ralcor overthrew the king and put himself on the throne. When goblin men conquer the throne, they often kill any children from the previous ruler, then get the wives pregnant as soon as possible, just to try to erase his bloodline. Later, he killed most of the wives and took new ones."
"That is horrible," I said. "It's barbaric!"
"I am one of the rare women that can do magic, so I was called to Ralcor. His men came and took me from my home and brought me before him. He demanded that I use my magic to bless him and give him a long, fruitful life."
I looked at her expectantly.
The sadness in Silvy's voice changed to fierce pride. "Instead, I made him sterile. The only children he bore were from the first few days. He has only two sons and one daughter, and they detest him."
"Wow," I said. "Sterile, eh? Remind me not to piss you off."
"He was furious," she said. "He stripped me naked and took his revenge right there in his throne room, in front of everyone. At least I never had to worry about having his child. I would have ripped it from my womb myself."
"Why doesn't someone do something about this guy?" I asked.
She barked a laugh, though there was no mirth in it. "You cannot begin to understand how cruel Ralcor is. The kind of violence he is capable of. I get the feeling you come from a peaceful world. Things are different here."
She reached up to her throat and untied her cloak, then tossed it aside. My eyes widened at the sight of her. Beneath her simple brown dress was the most ridiculous figure I had ever seen; huge breasts on her slender, four-foot-tall frame, with wide hips just made to grab onto. I couldn't see her butt from that angle but I just knew it was big and round. Her thick thighs were further evidence of that.
She unlaced the front of her dress and I began to wonder if she was going to strip for me. Taking her figure into consideration, that sounded pretty awesome, but we were just talking about something pretty damn dark so it didn't seem to fit the mood.
With the front of her dress unlaced, I caught a glimpse of one of her large breasts as she pulled on the neck opening of her dress. She pulled it down to expose her shoulder, and slid her arm from her dress. Scars marked her arm, from her wrist all the way to her shoulder. She stood there, still as a statue, waiting for me to see. I squinted and realized I was seeing bite marks on her arm.
"Jesus," I said. "Why didn't he just kill you?"
"Because he still needs me sometimes," Silvy replied, stuffing her arm back into her dress. I was a little sad to see her tie the laces back up, but I understood that now was not the best time for that sort of thing. "As I said, I am one of the only people capable of magic. So once every few years, he calls on me."
"And you work for him?" I asked. "The guy that did that to you?"
She shrugged. "It's better than being killed, or forced into exile."
I shook my head. "Someone should do something about that guy. That's horrible to have such a bad person as king."
Her sudden smile caught me off guard. "Don't worry, Aaron. Someone is going to do something about him. And that someone is you."
I held up my hands to stop that line of conversation dead in its tracks. "Hold on. You want me to kill your king?" I suddenly felt like I had been thrust into a situation that was way over my head.
She smiled at me, her large, pretty eyes looking into mine. "I have prayed to the gods for many decades to deliver a tool that I can use to exact my vengeance. The moment I saw you, I knew they had sent you to me. The gods are often cruel, but once every hundred years or so, they can be kind, it seems."
"Look," I explained. "I'm not sure if you remember, but I just got my ass kicked by one of the guards. I imagine the king would do a much more thorough job of kicking the shit out of me. You could do much better for finding a hero."
Her smile never faltered. "I can handle that. As long as your mind is strong, I can take care of the rest."
I assumed she was referring to something magical. That was the only explanation. I mean, she had healed me, after all. What else was possible?
"So, what are you planning on doing?" I asked.
"I'm going to turn you into a living weapon," she said. "A dagger, meant for the heart of Ralcor." She took a step closer to me and examined me from head to toe. "You are much larger than us, which helps. We just need to make you stronger, much stronger, and teach you to fight."
"And you can do this?" I asked.
"I can," she said with a nod. "Or at least, I can help you learn. Others will teach you."
I watched her warily. "All this feels like a bad dream. Are you sure I'm not actually dead?"
"You will be if you don't listen to me," she said nonchalantly. "I need you to lie back down on the bed."
"Okay," I said. So far, Silvy hadn't given me any reason to not trust her, but I still watched her closely.
Silvy went back to the table and my eyes went straight to her rear end. I had been expecting something impressive, but that thing was downright ridiculous, even covered by her dress. I looked away and took a deep breath so I didn't wind up with a rather embarrassing boner.
At the table, she sorted through a small pile of things. She picked up a scroll and scanned over it, then set it back down. Finally, she picked up a long, slender piece of wood—I felt silly for thinking of it as a magic wand, but that's what it looked like—and a small dagger with a ruby for a pommel. She walked back to me, wand in one hand, dagger in the other.
"I need you to be very still," she said. "I need to test your body, to see if you have any magical capabilities. For more than a century I have been asking the gods to send me someone. I need to make sure it's you."
I looked at the dagger in her hand. "Uh, and if I'm not?"
She looked at the dagger, then back at me and smiled. "It's only ceremonial, don't worry."
Considering she had already healed me, I decided to trust her. I laid my head back and tried to relax. It wasn't easy.
Silvy held the dagger and wand above my chest, crossed in an X pattern, and began uttering something in what I assumed was the language of magic. The wand glowed gently, and Silvy's eyes widened. She gripped the dagger tightly, but when the ruby set in the pommel flashed once, the tension in her seemed to evaporate. She laid the dagger on my chest, then set the wand atop it and stood there for a moment, silent. Her substantial chest rose and fell with deep breaths, and she reached up and wiped sweat from her brow.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
She loosened the laces of her dress and fanned herself a few times. After several minutes, she finally looked up at me. "If you want the truth, I had given up all hope that the gods would send anyone."
"So you found something?" I asked, not entirely following her. My eyes crept down to the front of her dress, to those enormous breasts of hers, then snapped back up to her face.
Silvy nodded. "Magic resonated within you. The light in the ruby dagger was evidence of this. It seems you really are the one."
"Hold on," I said. "Magic resonated within me? What does that even mean?"
"It means you can learn how to wield magic," she said. "Although I know not how strong you would be."
I looked down at the dagger lying upon my chest. "And if I hadn't been able to use magic?"
She picked up the dagger and gave me a hard smile, then turned and walked back to her table. After sheathing it, she came back to me.
"So, where should we start?" I asked as I pushed myself into a seated position. "You want me to kill this dude, so I'm assuming you have a plan."
She nodded. "I have an excellent plan. All it requires is you never giving up, no matter how hard things get."
"Boy, that's not ominous or anything," I muttered.
To my surprise, she laughed at my comment. Her laugh was absolutely delightful, and lit up her face like a sunrise. She placed her hands on her round hips and smiled at me.
"I think you're going to be just fine, don't worry," she said. "I'm going to take good care of you and do things to your body to ensure you're strong enough to do this."
"Okay, I'll bite," I said. "What are you going to do to my body?"
"Make it stronger," she said. "What else would I do?"
My eyes flickered down to the deep neckline in her dress for a split second and I grinned. "Ah, nothing," I said. At least I was subtle enough with my glances that she hadn't noticed.
She stared at me for a moment, then unlaced her dress further. "You like looking at me, don't you?" she asked.
Well, shit. I guess she had noticed.
I shrugged. "Well, yeah. I mean, you're very beautiful." There was no use denying it.
She pulled the plunging neckline of her dress open further, exposing much of her breasts and the edges of her pink nipples. "It is good that you find goblin women attractive. That bodes well for your future." She turned to the side and smoothed her dress over her round bottom, emphasizing her curves.
"Jesus Christ," I said, looking away as I felt myself become erect. "Look, you're a gorgeous woman. I'm just trying not to make this too awkward."
She laughed as she took a step closer and shimmied her shoulders at me, causing her breasts to bounce partially out of her dress. They were big and round, and about as flawless as boobs could be.
"It has been many, many years since someone has looked at me in that way," she said, finally tucking her breasts back into her dress. "I had almost forgotten how much fun it could be. Feel free to look if you want, Aaron, even though I'm old enough to be your grandmother."
I laughed. "You're old enough to be my grandmother's grandmother. Humans don't live as long as goblins do."
"Is that so?" she asked, her voice suddenly growing more serious. "How old are you? And how old do your people generally live?"
"I turned twenty-six about three weeks ago," I told her. "As for how long we live, well…. With some exercise and healthy food, eighty, sometimes ninety is possible. It's pretty rare to live to a hundred."
Silvy barked a laugh. "Oh, you're so young. Well, I'm glad I asked you about your age. We'll have to do something about that." She turned back to her table and shuffled several things around until she found a thick book. After flipping through the pages for several minutes, she stopped and began reading.
"Uh, what can you do about my age?" I asked. "Can you warp time or something and suddenly make me thirty forever?" I chuckled.
The whole thing made no sense, but at least with her facing away from me I could get an eyeful of her figure. Those round hips, bubble butt, and thick thighs of hers were downright ridiculous, almost more like a caricature of a sexy woman than an actual person. Coupled with her beautiful face—surprisingly youthful considering she was two hundred years old—and I found myself unable to complain about my new companion. Well, other than the weird magical shit.
Silvy turned back to me, holding the thick leather-bound book in both hands. She slowly approached me, muttering quietly as she read from the age-darkened pages. After a quick glance up at me, she pointed to the bed.
"Lie down, please," she said, then went back to reading out loud.
"No problem," I said, and settled back on the bed. At least it was reasonably comfortable.
"Okay, this spell will take a few minutes for me to cast," she explained as she slowly walked back to the table. She selected another dagger—different from the ruby-hilted one, this one was small and simply made, with a shining steel blade—then turned back to me. "You might feel some rather strange sensations during this spell. I can assure you that no matter how uncomfortable you feel, I mean you no harm. Do you trust me enough to continue?"
I shrugged, my eyes fastened to her massive breasts. "Sure." I mean, she wanted to improve my body and teach me how to fight and use magic, which all sounded pretty awesome. I wasn't looking forward to fighting those crazed goblin men, although after a bit of thought I realized that getting some revenge might be a satisfying thing indeed. But, if she wanted all that, she certainly needed to keep me alive and healthy.
She stood next to the bed, small dagger in hand, and looked at me for a moment.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "I was just thinking to myself that it's convenient that you find me attractive. This might get…strange."
She set the dagger on the bed next to me, then hoisted her dress up to her thighs so she could climb onto the bed with me. It was a tall bed, waist-high on me so chest-high on her. Once she had climbed up, she kept her dress high and straddled me. After a deep breath, she closed her eyes and began quietly chanting something in the magical language.
My eyes practically bulged as I looked down. With her straddling me and her dress hiked up, her hairless pussy was completely exposed. Her thighs were indeed thick, but surprisingly muscular. My hands trembled with the desire to grab onto her.
She opened her eyes and shuffled forwards so that she straddled my crotch. "Again, I apologize if this is strange for you. I can assure you that it's all part of the spell. We only have to make small changes to your body to get the desired effects. Open your mouth, please."
"My mouth?" I asked.
I barely had time to even think about her request, as she immediately leaned forward and placed her lips on mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and I pushed back on it with my own. It was an aggressive kiss, with us practically trying to choke each other with our tongues. To be honest, it was exhilarating. I became almost immediately hard, and without thinking, my hands went straight to her thick bottom and grabbed on. Holy shit, I felt like I was in heaven.
She smiled against my lips. "Ah, the excitement of youth," she said with the faintest giggle, then pushed her tongue back into my mouth again for a few seconds. Our kiss was downright sloppy, and I loved every second of it, especially since she was sitting right on my crotch. She spat a wad of her saliva directly into my mouth, and I loved it.
Silvy finally pulled away, laughing softly as she delicately wiped her mouth with slender fingers. "Thank you for making that so enjoyable," she said.
"Uh, no problem," I said. I felt like my mouth contained more of her saliva than my own. Honestly, I didn't mind one bit. My hands went from her hips to her ass and I squeezed it again.
She sighed and gave me a pretty smile. "It's a shame this spell doesn't require any of those fluids," she said, looking down at me. "Only blood and saliva. Even still, I think you'll be pleased with the results. If you could relax for a moment, please."
She poked at my arm with a finger, and I released her perfectly round ass and laid back. My cock was so hard it felt like a balloon about to burst. Holy shit, if she didn't fuck me after kissing me like that, I was going to have to find a dark corner to finish myself off or something.
After gently pulling at the laces on the front of her dress, she pulled her neckline down far enough to free both of her arms. Of course that meant her big, round breasts were also freed. I reached up to grab them and she gave me a sharp look and raised an eyebrow.
"You are quite handsome, Aaron, and any other time I might oblige you. But right now you need to focus on this spell and nothing else."
After that, she placed both hands on my chest, closed her eyes, and began chanting something in the magical language. I couldn't understand any of the words, but they seemed to resonate almost unnaturally in the small room, echoing like we stood in a cathedral.
She opened her eyes and looked down at me for a moment. Noticing that I was staring at her bountiful breasts, she smiled again.
"Now, just lie there and be still. You might feel some unique sensations, so once again I will remind you that I am here to help you. If you survive this, you will be stronger in many ways. In fact, I imagine you'll eventually thank me."
Wait a minute, if I survive? I went to ask her what she was talking about and found that I couldn't speak. In fact, I couldn't move at all, not even my eyes. I was stuck staring at her huge tits, which was pretty awesome, I won't lie. However, when she grabbed the dagger, my heart began to pound against my ribcage.
Her partially nude body moved as she raised the dagger and held it above me. She closed her eyes and continued chanting her spell, holding the dagger point-down above my chest. My pulse raced as I waited for her to drive it into my heart. Part of me wondered what she needed my blood for. Food, perhaps? Was she going to harvest my organs or something?
She had a pretty good system, I had to give her that. User her ridiculously good looks to seduce me, get me warmed up and ready to go, then freeze me with magic and stab me. I had survived the destruction of Earth only to be killed by a smoking hot goblin woman. Well, at least I saw her naked, so there was that.
Silvy lowered her dagger and grabbed my arm. The inside of my right forearm burned as she ran the point of the blade down my skin, from elbow to wrist. Blood immediately poured out, and without hesitation she drew the knife down her own right arm, then pressed our forearms together so that we bled into each other's wounds.
"I am sorry, Aaron," she said, giving me a look of sympathy. "I'm afraid this is going to hurt. I do hope you survive."
Unable to move a single muscle, I laid there and stared at her beautiful tits while acid burned through my veins. The pain was overwhelming, and I finally passed out.