Phinn&The Girls: The Shifting Maze Part 1

*Sometimes adventurers fall for traps. Whether it’s because they were backstabbed or greedy or just unlucky, once in a trap…it’s a pain in the ass to get out.*

The underground maze beneath the *Crimsonhold’s Colosseum* was a nightmare of enchanted stone paths—its walls and floors shifting with its own complex will. Grinding and groaning like a living, *hungry* beast.

Phinn Goldman’s all girl crew had entered to escape a barbaric Queen’s arena, hoping the maze’s ancient tunnels would lead to their confiscated gear and a way out…but the labyrinth had other plans.

Moments after crossing a hidden threshold, the walls had shuddered, floors tilted, and passages sealed, splitting the party in a chaotic scramble.

*And that was about thirty minutes ago…*

Now Willow, the smallest of the group as a 3’9 hobbit bard, wandered alone. Her small heart pounds like a rising drum as she struggles to understand the puzzle in the dim glows of flickering runes, rearranging themselves each time the stones moves.

Her blue hair was pulled back in double braids, tucked under a dark cerulean jacket that matched her baggy pants. It was surprisingly cold underground so even though the loose fabric made her small thick thighs look even shorter, she was at least warm *until* Her *Hexx sense*—a prickling at the nape of her neck—spiked as she rounded a corner.

*A man* leaned in the now narrow passage, his silhouette broad and menacing. He spotted her quickly and a grin spread across his face, revealing silver teeth that glinted like coins. An eyepatch covered his left eye and tattoos of unfamiliar symbols—spirals and jagged runes—snaked up his muscular arms, visible beneath a tattered vest.

A chill ran through Willow, her instincts screaming.

*A pirate?*

“Hey little lady—”

“Step aside. I don’t want any trouble,” she said, her voice sharp, her blue eyes narrowing and not letting him finish. She knew these types. Her shadow twitched beneath her shoes, ready to summon.

The man chuckled, his voice rough as gravel. He was blinking hard, as if to make sure he was seeing her shortstack body right. She knew her massive tits, despite being smuggled behind a jacket today, drew in men’s eyes.

“Heyyy don’t be like that…I’ve been wanderin’ this maze for two days. I’m happy to take a break. Just don’t scream too loud…” He drew a dagger from his green vest, its blade attached to a thin chain coiled around his upper wrist.

*Uh oh. Long range fighter?* She wondered, looking at his stance as the weapon pulsed with a faint purple Hexx aura mixed with an infernal red, twisting Willow’s stomach. *Even worse. He’s corrupted.*

“Last chance,” she warned, her small hands forming a gesture. Her shadow surged, and **Wo** and **Tu,** her astral wolves, materialized beside her, their red and blue fur glowing, jaws snapping at the air. “Before you become puppy chow.”

Wo’s fiery aura crackled, Tu’s icy one chilling the stone.

The man raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “A summoner? Well how rude of me. I’m forgetting my manners already and haven’t introduced myself…Name’s Kain,” he said, his silver teeth flashing. “Let’s take this time to get to *know each other.*”

Without warning, he threw the dagger, the chain unraveling with a metallic hiss. The blade, cloaked in roaring energy, shot toward Willow, catching her off guard. She dove, but Kain yanked the chain hard, and the blade’s gravity shifted, reversing its path like a boomerang!

*Shit—!* she noticed it too late and It sliced across her cheek, a shallow cut that stung, before returning to his grip.

“Ha! Just a little cut honey, don’t worry. You’re still cute.” He began to swing the chain, the dagger spinning like a deadly pendulum.

Willow glared, wiping the blood from her cheek with her hand. *“Sic ‘em Nuts!”* she commanded, her voice cold enough to make Wo and Tu lung, their fangs glowing as they aimed for Kain’s noticeable bulge she’d targeted with her blue eyes.

But Kain laughed, swinging the chain like a propeller around him, its purple aura creating a whirling barrier. The wolves snapped, but the maze’s walls suddenly closed in, the passage narrowing to a claustrophobic tunnel. The tight space limited their movement and Kain seized the moment, stabbing Wo’s flank with the dagger.

The red wolf yelped, flickering, but Tu managed to scratch across Kain’s chest before Willow recalled them, their forms dissolving into her shadow to avoid further damage.

*I save energy if I don’t let them take too much damage and if they’re crushed between these walls that’ll be a waste too. I’ll use my height to get in close!*

Gritting her teeth, Willow charged, her short legs pumping despite the maze’s uneven, moving floor. Hexx summoners rarely fought hand-to-hand and liked to rely on their creatures to do the heavy work. However Willow knew Kain’s weaknesses—not only was he possibly fatigued from two days of wandering but *of course,* His male biology was against him too. Her mind flashed to a late-night talk with the tabaxian cat goddess In their group, Jean.

That night the pyromaniac was roasting walnuts and fish with a sly grin. She showed Willow how to balance a nut with her thumb and crush it in her palm with the remaining finger.

If that move was used on a man’s dangling weakness? Complete *sperm annihilation* in a single squeeze…

*If I can get close,* Willow thought, *I’ll crack more than his confidence.*

Kain smirked, meeting her charge. He sidestepped her telegraphed punch and kicked her square in her big boobs! Just to confirm their squishiness as they bounce off his boot and sent her sprawling and gasping in shock.

“Ow!!” But before she could recover, he pinned her, his knee pressing into her back and forcing the stone cold against her cheek.

“Stop thinkin’ so hard, shrimp,” he mocked, twisting her right arm and making her wince and whimper. He was way stronger than her and he wasn’t even amplifying himself with any Hexx or aura.

*It’s hard being a runt in Bustia. But…*

“Hand-to-hand isn't your game sweetheart. But we can play another one…” The bulge between his legs gets hard against her bucking marshmallow ass as it pushes against his cock that was *nowhere near* as big as Phinn’s.

*Heh, but even this next move would drop him if I landed it on his big nuts too.*

Willow gasped, pain shooting through her wrist, but her lips curved into a smirk as she made a hand sign he couldn’t see.

“You’re wrong…I just needed you closer,” she whispers as her shadow pulses, becoming inky before merging with Kain’s shadow that was beneath them as well. She hummed a low, undulating tune, and **Kraken,** her shadow octopus summon, erupts from the combined darkness. Its inky tentacles exploit the long extra space for its tentacles.

“Wha—?!” One coiled around Kain’s legs, another bound his arms, spreading them wide, and a third wrapped his neck, choking him just enough to make his silver teeth clench.

Willow stood, brushing dust from her jacket, her blue eyes glinting. “That wasn’t so hard. But you made a BIG mistake, asshole,” she said, her smirk mirroring Jean’s for a second. Kraken’s suckers pulsed with Hexx shocks, numbing Kain’s limbs, she steps closer with her hand twitching.

As if ready to try that walnut-crushing trick on a more…personal target.

Kain’s single eye widened, his chained dagger clattering to the stone as he struggled, gasping for air.

The maze rumbled, walls shifting again, but Willow held her ground, Kraken’s grip unyielding. Her cheek stung, her stamina waned, but she wasn’t done. Phinn and the others were out there, lost in this labyrinth, and she’d fight through every pirate, trap, or shifting wall to find them. But for now, Kain was hers to deal with—and she’d make sure he regretted crossing her shadow.

She could tell he's aware of the incoming pain as his eye glared at her. Though his silver-toothed grin wavered. He watches blood trickle from the cut on her cheek, and she rubs her freckled face in annoyance, her blue braids swinging as she glares back.

“Should’ve stepped aside, Kain,” she said, her voice sharp. She knelt, keeping Kraken’s grip steady, and rummaged through his tattered vest pockets. Her small hands found a handful of golden coins, their edges etched with unfamiliar runes. “I’m taking what you’ve got,” she declared, pocketing them. “Pull any last stunts and I’ll drag you into my shadow for good.”

Kraken tightened its hold, a tentacle squeezing Kain’s neck just enough to make him gasp, his tattoos flexing as he struggled.

Kain’s grin persisted, like a mustache glued to a strained actor. “Cheater,” he rasped, his voice mocking despite his predicament.

In his mind, he cursed his mistake: *I almost had her! Should’ve stabbed after the kick, not pinned her. Sloppy. She has more than one summon!? Shit! That’s unfair!* But his bravado faltered as Willow’s hand delved deeper into his pants pocket, her small fingers brushing between his thighs and against a fat pair of low hanging pink testicles—Hexx filled danglers pulsing with fear.

Willow’s annoyance spiked, her small hand struggling to grasp both cum stuffed orbs. “Son of an…ugh, too big for one hand,” she muttered, her blue eyes narrowing. She straightened, Kraken keeping Kain spread-eagled, and fixed him with a cold stare.

“Pick one, pirate—lefty or righty. One’s gotta be bigger than the other and I’m betting you know which.”

Kain’s grin vanished, his face paling. “No, no, wait—” he stammered, his voice cracking, his single eye wide with panic. “You can’t—don’t mess with those!”

Willow tilted her head, her freckled face unyielding. “Fine, I’ll choose then. Hm, I’m sure *lefty* will do.” She adjusts her hand, her strong fingers wrapping around the larger nut, its slippery insides pulsing with a weak flow of Hexx energy.

She recalled Jean’s late-night lesson—cracking walnuts with a thumb-balanced grip and a single, strong squeeze. Her hand struggled, the large ball size and sweaty sack making it tricky to hold through the pants but she adjusted again, her *fist* closing around most of it with her thumb pressing firmly in the back of the nut.

Kain froze, his body rigid, sweat beading on his tattooed arms. “Pleaseeee! Please please,” he begged, his voice a desperate whisper. “D-Don’t do it, l-lass. I’ll t-talk, I’ll help—ANYTHING!”

Willow shook her head, her braids swaying, her smirk dark and vengeful. “You know, I’ve had a long day so far and I really *needed* to relieve some stress,” she said, her tone almost playful but laced with menace

“And look what I found. The *perfect* stress balls for the job. *Yours!*” Her fist tightened slightly more, not outright crushing but enough to make Kain wail, drool and tears falling from his clenching face as Kraken’s tentacles held him helpless.

In her mind, Willow saw Phinn’s nervous flinch all those times any of them have gone for an enemies pride and joy. She wanted to crush his godly package sometimes too. Leave the amazing hero with big balls crying about how they don’t work anymore.

She wasn’t cruel but this maze, this pirate, and the split party had pushed her patience thin. Kain’s manliness is a liability—his power source, ann excuse to do whatever he wants—and neutralizing his impressive balls was strategy, not just spite.

Still, the stress ball line made her smirk wider. The other girls would’ve loved it.

Kraken’s eyes pulsed purple, its grip unyielding, but the maze rumbled again, a wall sliding open to reveal a new passage. Willow paused, her fist still closed around Kain’s left nut. His pleas fading to a powerless whimper.

*She could crush it.* End his Hexx connection, and move on. But Phinn’s voice echoed in her memory.

*”We’re not like them...”*

She sighed, loosening her grip but not releasing him entirely.

“You’re lucky I have a good leader to look up to,” she said, her voice cold still. “If I see you again and you don’t step aside, lefty won’t be the only *small nut* I break in my hands. Understand?”

Kraken squeezed his neck for emphasis, and Kain nodded frantically, his bravado shattered.

“Y-YESSSSS!!!!”

“Good. Now go piss off. I got a dumb boy I need to find.” Kraken slowly vanishes and Willow lets go of Kain’s sack, letting him curl up in a pathetic ball as she walks through the new entrance.

— - —

Phinn had no idea where he was except that he wasn’t alone.

Seeing a white haired goblin girl with limegreen skin and dark spots on her cheeks reminds him of Willow. But that’s only because this goblin was also carrying around two milk filled, pierced, double d tits that drew his yellow eyes in. Those and a this unsettling red Hexx aura that surrounds her body.

*uh oh…just like Lila,* he thought of their cleric telepathic abilities which included a similar glow.

Phinn Goldman, the leader of his all-girl crew, found himself in an eerie part of the maze that seemed untouched by the chaotic shifts.

The white-haired goblin girl—*her name Cherry, somehow whispered into his ear*—grinned at him with an unnerving glint in her sharp-toothed smile. Her green breasts jiggled slightly with her waiting dance?

A part of him that shouldn’t be thinking, wanted to get closer. At least just to see what she wanted. *Maybe she’s friendly?*

“H-Hi. Uh are you stuck here too?”

Cherry, sauntered closer to Phinn, her red eyes gazing his tall strong body and dark skin. As she approached, the air grew thick with the scent of spiced berries and a hint of sweat. Her piercings glinted in the dim light, and she drew a slender finger to her bottom lip, tracing the outline of her plush mouth before dragging it down to toy with her left nipple.

“Im uhhh…loooking for…” he couldn’t think straight as the metal ring glinted with the same crimson hue as her aura, sending a shiver down Phinn’s spine. Her goblin features were surprisingly alluring, her pointed ears and small nose giving her an exotic appeal that was hard to ignore.

“Guess where I’m going to aim my Astral Hand at on you?” She asks innocently, sounding like a giggly drunk.

Phinn’s eyes darted around the corridor, his heart racing. This felt wrong. He hadn’t encountered anyone since the walls had shifted, and he wasn’t expecting to find a goblin of all things. Let alone one that looked like she wanted to suck his big cock off.

*No one would know…*

“Look, I’m just trying to find my friends and get out of here. No need to get uh, *handsy*.”

But it was too late.

With a cackle, Cherry’s red aura grew brighter, and a large clawed spectral hand conjured beside her small body before hurtling towards Phinn’s face! He barely had time to react—his instincts took over, and he threw his arms up in a defensive gesture. The ghostly hand struck his arms like a bolder, the impact so strong it sent him staggering back.

His eyes went wide with shock. *That hand was cold and weightless but it packed a surprising amount of force!*

Cherry, controlling the hand, raises an eyebrow at his spread legs.

*It’s okay! I can block these hits and get close and stomp her ou—!?!*

Phinn’s thoughts scrambled as Cherry’s telekinetic hand took on a life of its own, moving with a speed and precision that belied the girl’s casual stance. Instead of the face, it darted downward with a predatory smoothness and the next thing he knew, a searing pain exploded in his jumbo size family jewels.

*“Ughhhgh?!!”*

Phinn’s eyes bulged as the crimson hand had curved into a sudden uppercut and changed its trajectory to aim straight for his baby makers.

*Oh fuck! My…* His thoughts freeze, alongside his body, in horror as the pain in both testicles explodes with the force of a meteor impact.

“My Balls!!!” He doubled over, his knees giving out as he crumpled to the floor, going to clutch his sack but realizing—the Astral Hand is still there!!

“That’s right, handsome,” Cherry purred, her aura pulsating in time with the agonized expression on Phinn’s face. She sauntered closer, her pierced boobs bobbing side to side, her eyes never leaving his pained face. “I’ve got your bull balls in my palm. *They belong to me now.*”

“N-N-No Please! Not My balls! T-Those are my balls!”

Cherry chuckled, her crimson aura dancing around her like a malicious halo. She leaned down, her white hair cascading over her small shoulders. She was trying to see if he was crying yet.

“You poor human, *hehe.* There are two types of weaknesses in this maze: Being an Idiot and having *weak* balls. And it seems you’ve got both!”

With a sadistic smirk, she shook her boobs at him, the metal rings jingling with every jiggle. The telekinetic hand shrunk and latched over his sack more firmly, the heat from its intense Hexx warming his throbbing testicles and making them looser.

“Let them gooo!”

The pain was unbearable, like a vice grip made of ice and fire, and Phinn’s eyes watered. He could feel his sanity slipping as the hand began to squeeze, pushing his balls together with a force that seemed to crush them into oblivion.

“Waittttt!! You’re Crushing Them!”

Cherry’s laughter filled the corridor, a dark chuckle that seemed to resonate with the very stones.

“Duh, that’s the goal, sweetie. I haven’t seen something with balls this juicy in a while. If I don’t break them you’ll just be walking around with these things bouncing off your thighs.”

Her eyes sparkled with malicious intent, and she tightened the telekinetic grip on Phinn’s balls, watching with glee as the color drained from his cheeks. Phinn’s mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this situation, but the pain was too intense. He’d heard rumors of Hexx wielders like this—sadists who derived power from the fear and agony of others as their fuel source.

He never thought he’d encounter one in the flesh—or rather, in his most vulnerable flesh…

“I didn’t do anything wrongggg!” He wails as the astral hand tears his pants open and pulls out his balls to float them behind him, for her to see them better.

Cherry’s smile widens, her tongue flicking out to taste the fear in the air.

“Oh, but you did. You and your little crew really *think* you can waltz through the Crimsonhold’s changing maze like it’s a cakewalk? As if there’s not horrors down here? That’s adorable…and a bit sad. But it’s okay, I’m going to teach you a lesson about underestimating us goblin girls. Starting with these big balls!”