(Futa) Laura’s Goblin Quest

Content Warning: Castration

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*POP! POP!*

The heavy metal head of Laura’s colossal hammer slammed down between the futanari goblins muscular legs, pinning her melon-sized testicles against the ground and breaking through the tough outer nut-shells in an instant. The enfeebled goblin wench let out high-pitched wail as her long, previously flaccid member sprung to life and began to shoot rope after rope of thick cum, as if in a desperate final attempt to impregnate something before her babymakers were turned completely to mush.

Laura ducked swiftly, narrowly avoiding taking a freshly-pressed load of goblin goo to the face as it rocketed over her head and splattered against a nearby tree, painting an impressive amount of the bark white.

The muscle-bound Futanari warrior pressed her advantage. Balling her ironclad gauntlet into a fist Laura began to channel her mana. The goblin girl’s eyes widened in horror as she watched Laura’s low hanging, heavy testicles begin to glow beneath her thin loincloth. Laura took a deep breath and began to focus…

“Redirect the mana… lead it from the origin to the destination… feel the magic swell and grow within my testicles… and then-!”

Laura’s fist hammered downward into the damaged sack with enough force to crack the ground beneath it.

“Babymaker *BREAKER!*” Laura shouted as her special move connected with its intended target.

The goblin girl’s cock once again sprung to life for one final, colossal load as the liquified remains of her once proud plums were forcibly expunged from her sack like toothpaste being pressed from a tube. The goblin was speechless, her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth puckered into an “O” shape. Laura chuckled to herself, slightly amused, remarking that the expression almost looked… pleasurable…?

Laura removed her clenched hand from atop the girl’s flattened, emptied ball bag, leaving a fist-shaped indent that she doubted would ever fully dissipate. The goblin sat there, frozen and motionless for what felt like an almost comical amount of time before finally falling backwards and resigning to unconsciousness.

“Well, you don’t find gobs with nads that big everyday…” Laura declared, prodding the unresponsive futa’s flattened sack with the hilt of her great hammer. “Too bad the Queen put out a castration bounty on all the goblins in the forest, otherwise I might’ve considered helping you drain your balls instead of breaking them… oh well!”

Laura felt her adrenaline begin to dissipate, the potent magical energy flowing from her faintly glowing testicles through her body began to fade. Reaching down to her just above her kneecap where her heavy testes rested against her lower thigh, she took one of the grapefruit-sized nads in both of her hands, cupping it at the bottom.

“Damn, I think I’m starting to run low on mana…” she said, as she bobbed the nut up and down, feeling the weight of her hefty babymaker as gravity fought to reunite it with its twin at the bottom of their sack. “Even balls my size need to recharge eventually I suppose… I guess I’ll head back to the tavern and collect the reward my popped plums so far…”

With that, Laura turned and began to retrace her steps toward the nearby town. She wiped her forehead of sweat, thinking of the decadent meal, mead, and beautiful women awaiting her at the tavern.

“Ha! the town wenches will practically be *begging* me to bed them once they hear of my heroics! Smashing twenty-seven goblin eggs in one day must be a record or something!” Laura felt her pride begin to swell, quickly followed by her cock as it formed a growing tent against the front of her loincloth. She felt the cool forest air blow past her now fully exposed low hangers as her stiff cock held the loincloth up. “Agh, it’s just a shame that one of them got away with one nut intact… an uneven pop count is *so unsatisfying!*” Laura was unsure of how long she had been lost in her daydream when suddenly-

*SNAP!*

Laura’s blood froze as she heard the unmistakable sound of a branch breaking in the underbrush close behind her. With her head on a swivel, she turned around quickly and scanned the area in an attempt to locate the source of the noise. However, she was met with nothing. Too much nothing. It was as if the entire forest had gone completely silent. She could no longer hear the sound of the birds or other animals. Even the wind stood eerily still.

Then - in a moment that nearly gave Laura a heart attack - she heard a woman’s voice from directly behind her.

“Those are some pretty impressive danglers you’ve got there, human…”

Laura let out a shrill yelp of fear as she jumped into the air, losing grip of her great hammer in her startled state. As it clattered to the ground with a metallic thud Laura turned to see the mysterious assumed assailant.

Laura was surprised to find a petite goblin girl staring back at her. She was crouched down on the ground with her hands on her knees, as if she had been silently inspecting Laura’s hanging fruits before she had made her presence known. The cute goblin looked up at her and widened her smile into a full, innocent grin.

“W-who the hell are you?” Laura stammered, trying to regain her composure as she adjusted her loincloth in an attempt to avert the curious goblin’s ogling eyes.

The girl stood up straight, revealing the smooth innie pussy between her legs along with her perky D-cups. ‘Shit, it’s a female goblin…’ Laura thought to herself.

Laura knew that in goblin society there was a hierarchy. Female gobs are typically seen as the lowest tier, staying within the goblin nests and serving as sort of glory-holes and breeding grounds for the second tier, which are the futanari goblins. It was a brutal and sexist system that helped to rid Laura of any remorse she may have felt while smashing open goblin testes.

However, on the highest tier within goblin society were female goblins with magical abilities. They served as sort of chieftains, or leaders to all the other goblins within their group. Typically, when you find a female goblin outside of her camp, it means that she’s-

“A shaman…” Laura muttered under her breath as she took on a more defensive stance, preparing at any moment for the girl to attack. However, to her surprise, the goblin girl just began to giggle.

“Yes! Very astute of you… and it also seems that you are quite powerful too!” The small goblin said gleefully as she glanced over at the hammer lying on the ground beside her, it’s large metal head still dripping with fresh goblin spunk

“One of my girls came limping back to me with her sack half full of mush… said that there was some crazed human futa going around the forest neutering our soldiers… turning their plums to paste in a single swing of her massive hammer.” She bounced up and down in a carefree manner as she spoke, as if the liquifying of her soldiers futahood had no effect on her whatsoever.

“Ah, I guess that’s what happens when I leave a job half-done… I should’ve finished off her testicles the moment I got my hands on them.” Laura retorts “Now it looks like trouble’s shown up because of my sloppiness.”

“Trouble?” The girl threw back her head in a sudden outburst of laughter. Gathering herself for a moment, she continued to speak. “No no, I’m more than just trouble. I’m the Chieftain of Castration in these woods, and you’ve stepped on my territory… or rather, my authority over my subject’s testicles.”

With this, tension in the air suddenly shifted. The shaman’s eyes suddenly flared with what Laura could only describe as pure malicious intent as they locked hungrily onto Laura’s crotch.

“Here, take it.” Said the girl. With a wave of her hand the Shaman propelled Laura’s hammer across the ground to the futa’s feet. “It makes things more interesting!”

“Cocky, are we Chieftain?” Laura laughed as she kicked up the hilt of her hammer up into her hands. “We’ll see how cocky you are once I-“

Almost faster than Laura could perceive, the goblin suddenly dashed forward in a low stance, her hand extended in a claw-like grip headed straight toward Laura’s testicles. Reflexively, Laura raised her guard and braced for impact, closing her eyes to protect them from any debris kicked up by the shaman’s assault. However, the impact she expected never came. Laura opened her eyes, but the shaman was no where to be found. Before Laura could process what was happening it was too late-

*CRUNCH!*

Laura’s nervous system was sent into a blind panic as waves of pain radiated from the back of her left testicle. In the short amount of time that Laura had blinked, the shaman had somehow gotten behind her and sank her fingers into the tender ball-flesh on the back of Laura’s bulging babymaker. Laura had felt nut-pain before, but this was on a completely new level. She dropped to her knees as her hands shot between her legs to grab at the goblins surprisingly sturdy wrist in a desperate attempt to free her freshly damaged ball from the vice-like grip.

“Ooh, I bet that stings, huh?” Teased the goblin as her unrelenting fingers dug deeper into the tender backside of Laura’s left teste. “People tend to think that having bigger balls is a positive in combat. You know, bigger balls means larger mana reserves and tougher shells to crack.” Laura felt fresh waves of pain flow through her entire body as the small shaman continued to squeeze Laura’s most delicate area harder and harder. “But really, all your big nuts do is make it much easier for me to find the spot on the back of the ball where the cords and tubes connect… see?”

With that statement the goblin’s feminine hand clenched shut and Laura’s vision filled with white as her left testicle’s delicate connective cords were crushed and torn. It felt as if the shaman was attempting to forcefully disconnect the ball from Laura’s very body. She let out a cry of agony and swung her gauntleted fist backward in a desperate attempt to catch the gob off guard, only to find that the shaman had once again seemingly vanished into thin air. Laura clutched at her wounded egg in an attempt to quell the pain radiating in her stomach as she feebly returned to her feet, standing shakily as her eyes scanned the surrounding forest.

“Ooh, I think I did some serious damage already!” The shamans playful voice echoed throughout the forest. “I think I felt something snap… you sure that your left testicle is even still attached to you?” Laura’s mind was racing as she attempted to think of a battle plan. This goblin was too damn fast! Laura had never seen magic of this caliber before, how would she possibly stop the girl’s assaults?

*THWACK!*

A rock flew out from a nearby bush and pelted Laura in her already damaged testicle. She cried out in pain and clenched her teeth, feeling the outer shell of her nut begin to lose its rigid form.

The girls voice continued to boom across the forest from her obscured location. “Well, if you can still feel when I hit your nut guess that means I didn’t fully pull the tubes out… those are some tough anchors you’ve got keeping your nads connected! No worries… I’ve got other ways to ruin your sperm-factories!”

*THWACK!*

*THWACK!*

*THWACK!*

One by one, rocks, sticks, and other debris from the forest floor began to float in the air before rocketing toward Laura’s left testicle with perfect precision, further cracking her egg open and scrambling it’s contents with each impact. She could feel as her strength slowly began to fade from her limbs as her testicle was rhythmically pounded into pulp from the unyielding assault. Laura watched helplessly as a small boulder larger than any other previous rock came hurling toward her doomed babymaker.

*Splat~CRUNCH!*

The stone connected dead-on, instantly rupturing the heavy testicle entirely and causing its contents to spill out into her sack like a burst water-balloon. Laura was forcefully knocked back down onto the ground, her eyes rolling back into her head as she arched her back impossibly high and shook violently, her cock sticking up straight into the air as it began to go off like a geyser.

Struggling to regain her composure, Laura gripped the damp grass of the forest floor as she attempted to uncross her eyes. Through her blurry gaze Laura continued to watch helplessly as the petite goblin emerged from the tree-line and casually approached, snickering as she watched the still-spurting Laura empty the contents of her smooshed teste onto herself.

No longer able to muster enough strength to stop the fiend, the giggling goblin walked right up to Laura and kicked her legs apart. Laura stared up at the smooth pussy between the shaman’s legs, unable to even form a sentence. The goblin lifted her leg, bringing her knee up to her chest in preparation for the final, devastating stomp to finish off the human warrior.

“Well… this has been rather boring, human.” The goblin remarked with a exaggerated sigh. “Any last words before render you useless?”

Laura stammered a response “F…Fuck yo-“

Before the words had even left her mouth the goblin’s heel came rocketing down like a hammer from hell. The booming impact of the shaman’s heel colliding with the ground echoed throughout the forest, drowned out only by the sickeningly loud *POP* that shortly followed. The sound bounced around the forest for what felt like an eternity.

Unfortunatley for Laura, her castration did not grant her the bliss of unconsciousness just yet. She rolled onto her side and began to dry heave profusely, the whole time feeling as the lumpy remains of her testicles were forced up through her thick cock shaft as the merciless shaman continued to shift her weight around on the futanari’s limp sack, squeezing out the liquified remains of futahood just as Laura had done before to her goblin victims.

After what had felt like eons of torture for Laura, the goblin finally stepped off her deflated sack. Looking down at the crumpled up human, the short gob laughed and began to say something in a teasing tone, however Laura was only able to make out the ringing in her ears as darkness consumed her vision and she finally faded into unconsciousness.