Phinn&The Girls VS Goblins And Big Green

When you’re the only guy in an all girls adventuring party, it’s easy to become the center of attention. And while it is a blessing to be hung like a horse, which Phinn didn’t mind flaunting from time to time (especially when drunk), it’s also a constant topic of discussion. And sometimes those conversations lead to his hen egg sized testicles squirming with fear.

“I’m going to break your balls if you got us lost again.” Jean threatened as she looked at the tall trees that surrounded them.

Jean had a way of speaking that could cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter. Her voice was as sharp as her wit, and it was clear she wasn’t one to mince words. She unfurled the map she had been carrying with a dramatic flourish, her lime spikes bobbing as she scanned the faded parchment. The map was a tapestry of lines and symbols, but to her, it was a puzzle that needed solving, and she had grown tired of the game.

Lila, ever calm in the storm, looked over her shoulder at Phinn. Her monotone voice, gentle compared to Jean's, carried through the stillness as her purple tail swished low, side to side. "You have nothing to fear," she assured him. Her eyes, the color of a deep purple twilight, remained unfazed.

"Jean's threats are as empty as the flask she's been carrying since we left the tavern. That’s why she’s cranky.”

“Shut it! That bald bastard wouldn’t sell me anymore. It’s been hours and my head is killing me.”

Still though, Phinn couldn’t help but feel a slight tremor in his egg-sized orbs at the mention of them. He shot a grateful smile at Lila, the cleric’s words a balm to his nerves. Her presence was a comfort, a reminder of the camaraderie that bound them together despite their differences.

“Well you did make a mess of the dart board. It was scorched by the time Willow put it out.” Phinn said, not letting the feline sorcerer scare him. “And I didn’t get us lost. Sunny said she’s been here before. We’re on the right path.”

Blair, in her skinny form, snorted like a pig, her eyes lighting up with mirth. “That’s nothing. You should’ve seen her knee the bartender last night. Twice! And he was twice her size!” The half-orc’s laughter echoed through the forest, a sound as unexpected as it was infectious.

Her lean orange body, which could transform into a fiery behemoth, was currently a testament to her elfin grace along with her silky black wavy hair. Her trusty gravity war hammer that slung over her shoulder seemed almost comical against her slender frame, but the group knew better than to underestimate its power.

Suddenly, Sunny Moon reappeared with a *Bamf* of magical teleportation, a plume of blue and black smoke billowing around her. Her blonde hair was bright to the surrounding emerald foliage, and a mischievous twinkle danced in her eyes. The smoke wafted from her nose, giving her the air of a mythical creature frolicking through the woods. The sudden apparition startled a nearby bird, which took flight with a noisy flutter of wings.

"Hey, Phinn," she called out in a voice that sounded like a lazy river on a warm summer day, "we're just a hop, skip, and a jump from the town of Everbright." Her speech was slow and lilted, as if she had just woken up from a long nap, despite the urgency of their mission.

Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue with a tint of purple, had a glazed look to them that was typical when she had just come back from one of her *Jumps* jaunts.

Phinn turned to her, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're sure?" He was eager to get to civilization, not just for the comforts it would bring, but also because he had a feeling that the next part of their quest lay there. The paladin's instincts had never steered him wrong before.

“Positive.” Remnants of her smoky teleporting mist flew from her mouth and she *Bamfed* again, appearing on Blair’s skinny but wide shoulder to hang like a bag.

"Thank the gods, because I am hungry," Willow sang, her voice like a melody that could soothe the fiercest of beasts. She gave him a nudge, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. It was a gesture of camaraderie, a silent vote of confidence that reminded him why he had chosen to lead these particular misfits. They were more than just a band of adventurers; they were a family.

But Jean's growl was not entirely in jest. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on the prominent bulge in Phinn's brown pants. It was a topic of discussion, often joked about in their downtime, but now it was a stark reminder of the very real danger they faced. The paladin's gift was not just for show; it was a weapon to be used wisely and with respect. Phinn felt the weight of her gaze, his cheeks reddening slightly. He shifted uncomfortably, hoping the moment would pass quickly.

"Your balls are lucky this time, Phinn," she said, her voice as dry as the desert sands she hailed from. "But if we don't find this artifact soon, I might just use them as a magic eight-ball for our next decision." The group chuckled at that.

Even Lila, who made Phinn groan and take the lead once again. “Come on, let’s just keep going.”

But as they trudged deeper into the emerald embrace of Bustia, the serenity was shattered by the sound of a crew of giggles followed by a high-pitched screech. Phinn's eyes snapped up, and his golden gaze caught a flash of blue and pink fluttering through the trees ahead. He broke into a sprint, his armor jingling in rhythm with his urgent steps. The rest of the group followed suit, their hearts pounding in their chests.

A fairy, no bigger than a child’s toy, flitted through the air in a desperate zigzag, her blue dress trailing behind her like a ribbon. Her tiny frame was scary small compared to the menacing green goblins that pursued her, their snarls echoing through the once peaceful forest. The fairy’s pink wings fluttered frantically as she shot sparks of lightning at her pursuers.

Phinn’s eyes narrowed in determination as he saw the distress in the fairy’s movements. He knew they had to act fast. He raised his hand and shouted, "Halt!" The goblins, taken aback by the sudden command, skidded to a stop. Their beady eyes fell upon the group of six, and for a moment, they hesitated.

Jean, fazed by the creatures' gruesome appearance, scrunched her nose in disgust. "Ew, what a bunch of smelly, ugly gremlins." she exclaimed, her lime hair spiking with irritation.

“It’s fineee, there’s only like ten of them.” Sunny waved her hand, remembering that she’d saw some goblin tracks earlier.

Blair, on the other hand, took a different approach. With a fiery glint in her eyes, she bared her teeth, revealing her intimidating tusks. Her skin rippled with the beginnings of a transformation, hinting at the fiery power that lay dormant within her. The goblins, noticing the display, took a collective step back, their eyes widening with fear.

“Ack! Heroes. Wake big green!” One squawked in its own rough language.

The group looked at each other, confusion painted on their faces. Then, from the thicket of trees, a massive figure emerged. It was a giant, easily twice the size of any of them. His skin was a deep, mottled green, with patches of moss growing in various places as if he were part of the very forest itself. His eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, glared down at them with a mix of curiosity and hostility.

The giant was barely covered by a tattered short loincloth that did little to hide the scars criss crossing his lower body. The loincloth barely contained his wide testicles, which swung between his legs like a pair of heavy pendulums, each the size of a human fist. The sight was both disturbing and fascinating, looking both intimidating and soft compared to the rest of his form, which was all sinew and muscle and covered in a patchwork of leaves and vines. His legs were like tree trunks, scarred from countless battles and the harshness of the woods.

“Big Green?” Blair echoed, her voice thickening with the beginnings of her transformation. Her skin grew taut and her muscles bulged as she took a combat stance, her gravity hammer seeming to pulse with anticipation. “You got some big stones on you. Let’s see if they crack like eggs, okay?”

With a grunt, she flexed her arms and the gravity gem at the center of her hammer began to glow a fiery orange. Her wavy hair turned into a blazing mane around her, the transformation complete. The half-orc barbarian was now a towering figure of power, her skin crackling with energy.

“You woke the beast, little flies.” Willow taunted, her voice a low whisker that seemed to resonate through the forest. The goblins squealed and took a few steps back, but Big Green just smirked.

With a twist of his heavy wrist, he sent a backhand the size of a boulder hurtling towards Blair. The half-orc met the blow with a roar, her gravity hammer swinging in a wide arc. The impact was like thunder, sending shockwaves through the forest and knocking leaves off the trees. But instead of the satisfying crunch she expected, she was sent soaring into the air. Her hammer had barely grazed his skin, and he had barely flinched.

“Blair!” Phinn and Sunny watched in shock as their heavy hitter flew past them. Blair's body hit the ground with a thud that could have crushed a lesser being.

Her face grinds into the dirt for a few feet before she sat up and spat out the earth with an angry grin. The taste of soil was nothing like the sweetness of the berries they'd picked earlier. She knew this wasn't going to be a cakewalk. The giant's grin widened, revealing teeth as sharp as the branches of the ancient oaks above.

“Okay…let’s do this.” The giant’s smirk grew as he watched Blair pull herself up, his massive hand still tingling from her pitiful assault.

But the air grew thick with an energy that seemed to pulse through the very trees themselves as the gravity hammer in her grip began to change. The metal grew dark, almost black, and a purple aura crackled around it like a thunderstorm. Blair’s eyes lit up with a fiery intensity as she gripped the weapon tightly, her orange arm hairs standing on end.

“Ladies, handle the gremlins. Blair and I got big ugly here!” Phinn called out, his voice echoing through the clearing. He stepped forward, his silver upper body armor gleaming in the dappled sunlight. The giant’s grin faltered for a moment before it grew into a full-on sneer.

Jean rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smirk that curled her lips as she called upon the ancient magic of her people. Her paws ignited in soft emerald flames that danced across her knuckles. She licked her teeth, tasting the sparks of the arcane in the air.

“Looks like it’s nut roasting time!” she purrs, her eyes glinting with excitement. The goblins, now surrounded, watched her with a mix of fear and awe, unsure if she was a creature to be feared or admired.

“Mind if I get a pair or two? My girls need some new chew toys. They shredded their last ones.” Willow’s hobbit blue hair shot up like a small flower with two shadow demon dogs appearing beside her, their eyes a dark void of hunger.

The dogs snarled, drooling with anticipation as they stared down the goblins, their teeth bared and gleaming.

“Want to make a bet? Whoever makes their last one scream the loudest wins.” Jean asked, her fur sticking up in both excitement and terrified arousal.

“How much?”

“Since they’re mostly all guy goblins…10 silver. And a free drink.” She adds at the end, mouth watering as she imagines what the tavern will be like in this upcoming town.

*There better be a hot waitress.*

The goblins took a few steps back, their eyes wide with terror. The bard strummed her ukulele, the strings vibrating with a sinister melody that seemed to resonate with the very soul of the forest. The dogs took it as a cue, lunging forward with a grace that belied their monstrous forms.

“Deal.” Willow grins, knowing she’ll order an expensive drink since she’s a lightweight.

The larger shadow dog’s jaws snapped shut around the goblins' legs, tearing through fabric and hammer with ease. The goblins' shrill screams pierced the air as they realized the gravity of their situation. They had underestimated this band of misfits, and now, their very existence was at stake!

Sunny Moon, ever the strategist, took to the air with a graceful bound. Her stretchy pants hugged her body tightly as she flew over the battle, her teleportation magic allowing her to zip between the goblins with ease.

With each *Bamf*, she would appear behind one, her hand outstretched to deliver a swift chop to the back of their neck, sending them reeling into the path of Willow's shadow dogs.

“See ya!” She’d wave and in a cloud of smoke be gone to set up another poor flailing goblin.

The dogs, responding to their mistress's cue, moved in for the kill. One of the shadow hounds, a creature of pure malice and hunger, dipped low to the ground, its eyes fixed on a goblin's crotch.

The goblin, caught off guard, barely had time to squeal before the dog's teeth clamped down on the creature's small green testicles.

The goblin's scream was like a shriek from hell itself, echoing through the forest and sending the others scattering in fear. The dog's eyes gleamed with victory as it crunched down, the sound of a shattered pelvis and ruptured orbs was a grisly counterpoint to the serene sounds of nature.

Meanwhile, Jean had had enough of the goblin's bravado. With a snap of her fingers, two fireballs shot out from her palms, spinning in a fiery dance before colliding with the two goblins that had dared to charge her. The explosion was instantaneous, a burst of heat and light that sent the goblins flying backwards in a shower of burning bits as their fronts went black.

But there was one goblin that had the misfortune of being slightly out of range of the fiery barrage. He froze, his eyes wide with terror, as Jean strode towards him, her emerald eyes gleaming with a predatory glee. Her hands crackled with power as she conjured up another fireball, this one a vibrant shade of green that matched her flaming hair. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it hurtling towards the goblin, aiming for his nether regions.

The poor creature had no time to react, no chance to dodge or even beg for mercy. The green fireball connected with a sickening crunch, his loincloth immediately disintegrating in the intense heat. The goblin's shriek was cut short as he crumpled to the ground, his hands cupping his now charred and smoking nuts. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his body convulsed in agony as all the curly hair surrounding his goblin makers sizzled like lit matches.

Back with Big Green, Phinn felt the ground shake as the giant took a step forward, his massive hands reaching for him like the jaws of a vice after being the ones to knock the breath out of his lungs. The paladin's heart hammered in his chest, his golden eyes wide with the sudden realization that this might be it. He had faced down countless foes, but none had ever looked at him with such a blatant disregard for his heroic stature.

The giant's left hand closed around Phinn's waist, the grip like iron.

Phinn's armor groaned under the pressure, the metal bending and threatening to snap.“Ughhh! Seed—a little help?!”

Phinn grunted as the giant’s grip tightened, the air being squeezed from his lungs. His mind raced, trying to formulate a plan, his instincts screaming for him to break free. His eyes bulged and his cheeks turned red as he felt the cold steel of fear tighten around his heart.

Then, something strange happened.

A warm, sticky sensation began to spread up his arms. He looked down to see a thick yellow goop oozing out from his pores, coating his arms and making them swell. The goop was a symbiote he’d picked up on one of their early adventures, a slime named Seed that responded to his emotions and could enhance his physical capabilities.

With a roar of determination, Phinn planted his feet firmly on the giant’s hip, his swollen muscles straining against the green skin. He reaches with his goop-covered hands and begins to pry apart the giant’s thick fingers. His heart raced as the slime began to work its magic, turning his once human arms into powerful limbs that could match the giant’s strength.

The giant’s grin faltered, his grip slipping slightly as the slime began to dig into his skin, a slight hiss of pain escaping his lips.

“Let him go!” On the other side of the clearing, Blair took a deep breath, her huge chest heaving as she watched Phinn struggle. With a snarl, she swung her gravity hammer from the side, the arc of the weapon aimed at the giant's elbow.

The hammer collided with a sickening crunch, sending a shockwave through the air that knocked the giant off balance. His grip on Phinn loosened, allowing the paladin to slide out of his grasp and collapse to the ground, gasping for air.

Big Green's emerald eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sheer power of the half-orc barbarian. With a grunt, he reached out with his free hand, wrapping his massive, calloused fingers around the shaft of the gravity hammer.

The metal groaned under his grip, the purple aura dimming as he began to pull the weapon away from her. The air grew taut with tension as Blair and the giant engaged in a battle of strength, muscles straining and popping under their skin.

“Sunny!” Blair stood her ground as the giant forced her to a low crouch, as she pulled back on her weapon of destruction. “Slide under!”

Sunny smirks and runs towards her best friend’s battle before dropping to a slide and teleporting herself under the giant’s crotch, his massive testicles swinging dangerously close to her head. She reaches up, her hand lightly touching one of the swaying orbs. She could feel the warmth radiating from it, and for a brief moment, she was reminded of the hot summer days back in her village, collecting the huge hanging fruit from their trees.

But that was a memory for another time. Now was the moment of battle.

With a sudden burst of strength that seemed to come from the very essence of her elvish nature, she grabs hold of the giant’s sack with both hands and pulls upwards with all her might. The giant's eyes go wide in shock, and he lets out a guttural roar that shakes the very leaves above them. His knees buckle slightly, and the grip on the gravity hammer loosens.

* “WAHHHHH!”*

The giant stumbles back, dropping the hammer, as Sunny holds on tight to his massive balls with a grin that could only be described as sadistic. His knees clash together with a sound that could shake the very earth beneath them. Blair, seeing her opening, swings the gravity hammer with all her might.

The arc of the weapon is swift and true, aiming directly for the giant’s jaw.

As the hammer descends, Sunny teleports out of the way, leaving the giant's testicles to swing wildly in the air, free from her grasp. The sudden release sends him off balance, and he topples sideways like a felled oak, the ground shaking as he hits it. His eyes roll back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream, and his legs kick out in an uncontrolled spasm.

Phinn, now free, gasps for air as he watches the chaos unfold. His eyes dart to Jean, who’s now holding a goblin by its ankles, the creature's body stretching and distorting as she lifts it off the ground. The goblin’s face contorted in a mix of pain and horror as it was forced into an impossible split. The green flesh stretched, the sound of popping bones and tendons echoing through the clearing. The creature's eyes bulged out of its head, and its mouth opened in a silent scream that seemed to last an eternity.

One thing about being the only guy on an all girl’s team…he’s the only one sympathetic about the enemies ability to have children in the future.

“Phinn behind you!”

The paladin’s eyes darted towards the sound of Willow’s cry. His heart skipped a beat as he saw a goblin woman approaching him, her chest bouncing with every silent step she took. Her breasts were surprisingly large, and the sight of them made his mouth go dry. He spun fully around, his adrenaline spiking as he braced for an overhead attack.

But the girl goblin, with a twisted smile, shoved her claw hand down his pants without warning, her claws digging into his thigh along the way. Phinn's eyes shot wide open as he felt a strange, cold sensation against his skin. T

he goblin's touch was unpleasant, like the slime of a swamp monster, and he could feel his thick soft cock shrinking in horror.

"Hey!" He protested, trying to push her away. "What the fuck are you doing?! Stop that!"

Her sharp grin grew wider as she searched and grabbed the neck of his saggy scrotum, making his balls, now retreating into his body like a scared turtle into its shell, stop as they can’t get past her goblin grip. "Gotcha danglers,” it hummed.

Phinn's eyes rolled back in his head, his body going rigid with shock. "Get your fucking hand out of my pants, you little gremlin!" His voice was a mix of anger and pain as he tried to kick her away.

Her grin grew wider as she tightened her grip, her sharp nails digging in a little deeper, causing his left nut to squirm in protest. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before—both terrifying and pathetic. He could feel his manhood trying to retreat into the safety of his body, but there was nowhere to go with her vice-like grip. "Let go!" He roared, his body tense with the effort to free himself.

“Tell the orc bitch to leave Big Green alone! Or else say bye-bye to your big human nutties.”

The girl goblin’s voice was a mix of a squeak and a snarl as she tightened her grip on Phinn’s testicles. Her eyes glinted with malice, her sharp teeth bared in a grin that was anything but cute. Phinn’s cheeks reddened with a mix of pain and embarrassment. He’d never felt so vulnerable, so outmatched, by something so much smaller and seemingly so much weaker than himself.

But Blair had other plans. With a roar that could rival the giant’s, she kicked Big Green with all the power her legs could muster, sending him crashing onto his stomach. The air was forced out of the giant’s lungs with a sound like a deflating balloon. His massive body quivered, and the leaves trembled around them as he lay there, stunned.

The half-orc barbarian didn’t waste a moment. Striding over to the giant, she grabbed his ankles and yanked them apart, her own legs spread wide for balance. Her eyes were alight with a fierce determination that had been burning within her since their first encounter.

The giant, still reeling from the pain in his testicles, had no time to react as she let his legs drop to focus her anger on the back of his swelling troll balls.

“You think you can backhand me and get away with it, you giant sack of shit?” Blair’s voice was a thunderous roar that sent tremors through the ground beneath them.

She raised her gravity hammer high, the purple aura pulsing with power. “Think again!”

“STOP HER!” The goblin watches in horror and her own fantasies of kissing Big Green’s heavy cum tanks and his massive dick begin to evaporate.

Her muscles bulged and veins popped as she swung the weapon with all her might, aiming for the giant’s now exposed crotch. The hammer came down with a thunderous crack, the purple energy releasing a pulse that sent the giant's balls shooting into the air like a pair of cannonballs.

The sound of them hitting the ground was like the clanging of bells in a cathedral of pain, echoing through the clearing with a *C R U N C H*

The giant's howl was deafening, his face contorting into a mask of agony as he clutches his ruined gonads.

Blair snorted, a twisted smile crossing her face as she quipped, “Heh, Looks like your eggs are a bit... cracked now, aren’t they? Just like I said they would.” Her words were a cocktail of victory and mockery, the kind of taunt that would have earned her a swift backhand if she weren’t the one holding all the power.

The goblin girl’s eyes went wide with horror as she saw Big Green’s fate unfold before her. She tightens her grip on Phinn’s testicles and he shakes.

“Big green…no…not his big balls…you let her squish his beautiful balls!”

Lila had been watching the chaos unfold from the edge of the battle, her staff chiming with divine power. She’d had enough of the crying goblin’s antics and decided to act. With a swift motion, she pointed the staff at the remaining goblin, who was desperately trying to choose between shattering Phinn’s largest nut or fleeing from the carnage.

The air around her grew cold, a mist forming as the temperature dropped rapidly. Her dark green nipples puff and In an instant, her top heavy body froze, her limbs sticking out at odd angles like a macabre ice sculpture.

The goblin girl’s hand was frozen in place around Phinn’s testicles, her angry howl now a permanent fixture on her frosty face. The cold seeped through Phinn’s armor, sending a shiver down his spine and into his very soul. His eyes widened as he looked down, realizing that the goblin’s hand had gone from a clawed threat to a block of ice.

“C-c-cold!” His dick shivered again and with an eye crossed grimace, he manages to pull her frozen hand away after a few hard tugs, his own balls now feeling like two ice cubes in a warm drink.

He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for the creature—she had been so consumed by her rage that she had frozen herself in the very act of trying to harm him. He knew that Lila’s spells were not to be underestimated, and he was grateful for the cleric’s intervention.

“Thank you…” he was breathing heavily in relief as the last goblin man cowered on his knees in front of his other girl’s.

Jean’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at the goblin, who was trembling in fear. His back was arched, his spine clearly visible through the tattered remains of his shirt. His curly hair was plastered to his forehead back with sweat.

“Well, well, well,” she murmured, her voice dripping with sweet, sadistic pleasure. “Look what we have here. A little curly-haired goblin, all alone and scared. What’s a cute little thing like you doing out here without any pals?”

The goblin’s eyes darted around frantically, looking for a way out of this hellish situation. His voice trembled as he spoke.

“Mercy! I’ll leave you alone, I swear!” his voice was strained as he spoke through gritted teeth. “I want to keep my balls intact. That’s all I ask!”

Jean’s grin grew wider, the green fire in her eyes dancing with amusement. “Now, now, little goblin. We can’t have you ruining all our fun, can we?”

She waves her hand, and two shadowy tendrils shoot up from the ground, wrapping themselves around his ankles and holding him in place. “I’ve got a bet to win, and I plan on making that scream of yours legendary. Besides, I’ve got a taste for the dramatic today and you’re too *pathetic* to pass up.”

Just as Jean was about to release another fiery assault, a flash of blue light streaked through the air, catching everyone’s attention. A pixie, no larger than a large butterfly, emerged from underneath the cowering goblin’s loose shorts. She was dressed in a tiny, tattered dress that left little to the imagination, her wings fluttering rapidly as she aimed a minuscule hand at the goblin’s crotch.

Her eyes flashed with determination, and with a squeak that seemed to hold the power of thunder, she shot a bolt of electric blue lightning directly at the goblin’s testicles.

The goblin’s eyes widened even further, if that was possible, as the lightning arced through the fabric and into his crotch.

*“NoooACKKKKK!!!”*

The goblin’s scream was so high-pitched it seemed to want to shatter the very fabric of reality itself. It was a sound so unnatural and shrill that it seemed to echo in their very bones. His eyes rolled back into his head as he convulsed in place, the shadowy tendrils releasing him as if they’d been burned by a white-hot iron.

The goblin’s body jerked and spasmed, a foul smell of more roasted nut flesh and hair filling the air.

His nutsack had been reduced to a smoking crater, a sad testament to the pixie’s surprisingly powerful electric attack.

“Go ahead gobby! Check your stupid fucking balls now to see if they’re intact. And not a charred hanging bag of useless meat!” The pixie snapped and hmphed with a pout.

But before the goblin could even attempt to touch his crotch, one of Willow’s shadow demon dogs had already caught sight of the distraction. It leaped over the goblin’s frozen body and in the blink of an eye, it snatched the smoking sack to rip it open to snag a white orb from the ground.

The dog’s eyes glowed with an eerie light as it looked up at Willow with the orb in its mouth. It wagged its tail, the tip of the orb sticking out of its mouth like a macabre chew toy. Willow’s eyes went wide with a little hint of demonic glee, but before she could react, the dog swallowed the orb whole.

Phinn’s thoughts go cold as he sees the small pixie fix her spilling boobs from her dress and turn to lock eyes with him.

*Uh oh…please goddesses not another one.*

“Uggh no! That was MY WIN!” Jean shrieked in a voice that seemed to come from the depths of the abyss. The dog looked up at her, the shadowy fur on its back standing on end, and took off into the woods, the goblin’s other squeezed out nut bobbing up and down as it went.

Willow, now laughing, chased after it, her hobbit legs moving faster than any of them had ever seen as threw back a peace sign.

“Ha! You owe me a free drink!”

The downsides to having an all girls party? If They’re around, balls are never safe. Even Phinn’s.

“This is going to be a long adventure…”