All is fair || Part 1

Content warning : >!goblin female!<

I was planning on making a short story, but got too much into the idea. I hope you'll find it enjoyable.

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With an exam coming up in less than 12 hours, you did what any responsible student would and rubbed one out to the sight of your busty classmate taking a long relaxing shower. Of course, you did everything to not get caught as you stacked multiple anti-divination spells and used your advanced farsight to spy on her from the safety of your unlit room.

You’d usually not even attempt such a bold move, but filled with confidence after your recent victory against Sophia in a mock duel, you were sure that you’d get away with this and even if you weren’t, the risk was more than justified as her bare form was beyond perfect. You enjoyed the sight of her strong-looking long legs, her thick soft thighs, her clean-shaven little slit and a pair of buttocks people would go to war for, her soft cute midriff and her breasts which would probably swallow your dick whole if she’d give you a titjob. Just the thought, just that one thought was enough for you to blast out an impressive load which you had to swiftly clean up. When you looked back at her for round two, your attention was drawn to her noble-looking pretty face which inspired confidence just by proximity. While usually calm and collected, an expression befitting someone who always has her bases covered and quick to think her way out of a difficult situation, her current demeanor was troubling as she looked right at you, her cheeks were red as ripe tomatoes and you understood that the hot shower had nothing to do with it.

“*Oh fuck!*” you thought as her flustered expression changed to one of malice and quickly returned to the peaceful smile you once associated with serenity. It was truly an act befitting a demon lord rather than a human. In the short moment of orgasmic bliss your defense was lowered and that lapse in attention was more than enough for her to notice your perverted gaze and since you took so long to catch up to that, her calmness could only mean trouble.

“*Even if she knows that she’s being watched, it doesn’t mean she knows it was* ***me***” you thought as you struggled to pacify your dick as your own body wasn’t satisfied with just one round. And although you couldn’t risk watching her again and trying to spy on another girl could also end in disaster if Sophia tried to put an end to your streak once and for all, having a vivid imagination, you managed to pull through.

Exhausted after all that, you didn’t get any studying done and went to bed as if nothing ever happened. On your way to class, you felt a disturbance. “*Telepathy? No way!*” as you tried to think of those who could pull that off, aside from the teachers only one name stood out as you felt chills go up your spine. Knowing that running away wouldn’t work out, you gave in and allowed the connection to be established.

“Took you a while, Marco. Or should I call you Mr. Creepeye?” it was Sophia, you couldn’t have mistaken that voice for anyone else, but her tone was unlike anything you’ve heard come out of her mouth before. It was too playful, too excited.

“Is something needed of me?” you asked as if you didn’t spend your evening jerking off to her. Your eyes darted around the hallways, as you tried to figure out where she was talking to you from.

“Here’s the deal,” she started with enough enthusiasm to make you question just how many months she wanted to do this sort of thing, “I know what you did, and I know that I’m not your only victim.” while that much was already obvious, having it spelled out for you stopped you dead in your tracks as you got pushed around by people trying to get to their lectures, “So I propose you a bet : if you get more points than me in the exam, I won’t tell anyone about this,” saying that quickly so she could get to the good part, you felt as if she knew you wouldn’t score higher and given how much you practiced, you understood where that confidence came from, “But if you don’t, well, your new nickname might just become the normal way of calling you, Mr. Creepeye\~.”

You didn’t like it one bit, but considering no matter how you looked at your situation, you begrudgingly accepted her deal and rushed to the exam. “*How sweet of you to give me a chance like this*” you thought after the connection was severed, after all, even though you didn’t study, your arcane prowess, namely your own version of farsight, despite being primarily used to spy on people, is a versatile tool indeed, but even then, if you got unlucky your reputation, no, your entire career would be ruined. You didn’t even know why she went out of her way to do all of this instead of reporting you, but that wasn’t important at the moment.

Sophia was already in the classroom when you straddled in and even though she paid you no mind, you felt her gaze on you. It wouldn’t be difficult for one to do that, considering that she was already advanced enough to use telepathy, but expending mana on such trivial things was very much unlike her.

Feeling a weak electric jolt run across your body as you plopped down in your usual seat, you to looked at miss perfection a few rows behind you, who released a slight chuckle to your reaction. That certainly wasn’t just you imagining things, she wanted to get you distracted, but such simple tricks won’t be enough to keep you from succeeding. “*That aside, why is she sitting there? Isn’t her place… nevermind.*”

As the tests got distributed and everyone started writing things down, you focused on the stuff you already knew. There weren’t many of those questions, but, to your knowledge, they were the exact stuff Sophia would have a hard time with, and you weren’t aiming for a perfect score, you just needed to score higher than her.

“*Perfect! Now… ready...*” you set up your defensive measures to make sure that you wouldn’t get spotted while cheating, and as you did so, you felt a strange tingling spread across your groin and abdomen and it got stronger as you set up more anti-divination spells, it was certainly annoying and from how it felt you deemed it to be mana sickness from stressing out so much before the start. “*This much should be enough, now, let’s see who has the same questions as me… honestly, they make it too easy with these tests...*” As you pretended to be in deep thought, the farsight activated and immediately after an intense shock enveloped your mind as the tingling turned into a wave of excruciating pain as you felt as if your balls were being burnt from inside and at that point you understood that it was no mere mana sickness, she hexed you.

Every bit of wasted mana that was wasted because you were inefficient with your spells traveled straight to your balls where it dissipated as heat. The same process which helped a mage understand if he’s doing something wrong was amplified and redirected to a single spot, making you want to throw up on the spot or at least scream as the piercing pain lasted even after you disabled your most resource-intensive spell, but you couldn’t, not unless you wanted Sophia to get an easy victory. Catching your scream in your throat, you probably looked very silly, but it was a price you were forced to pay. “*That bitch! She really went all out!*”

A lesser wizard would try to do things properly and go through without cheating, like some sort of peasant, but you were given a gift of magic and you weren’t planning on letting some simple hex keep you from achieving success. Just pain-mitigation alone wouldn’t be enough, the pain wasn’t just an illusion and considering how much excess mana was being burned from your farsight, you’d probably not even notice if your balls got fried so much that you’d have to spend a fortune to have them fixed or, in best case scenario, feel soul-rending agony soon after the spell would wear off.

Before trying to think of anything else, you tried to do the obvious and remove the hex, but, just as you expected, she was constantly strengthening it, which was evident just from the fact that you didn’t feel her mana presence in your body being reduced even a little even though even the most well-crafted hexes would wear off eventually. If only you were better at curses than her, you’d be able to remove it, but as things stood, you had to find another way.

“*Can’t even tell her off to the teacher. Sure, they’d easily find her guilty, but it would definitely make her spill the beans about yesterday… Argh… I’ll get her for this, I’ll make her pay, but for now...*”

Considering the balance between mana-consumption and effectiveness, you ended up going for a combination of a pain-dulling spell just to make sure you’d know if things were getting too out of control down there and a potent healing spell you’d use in between farsight to make sure your testicles wouldn’t succumb to the damage. It was not ideal, it still felt like your balls were dipped in hot oil, but as you gritted your teeth and cast the spell, things were at least somewhat manageable.

Luckily, or, perhaps, Sophia planned it that way, but her test was identical to yours and, to your joy, she got some of the things you knew wrong, all that was left was to copy her everywhere else and you’d be done. “*Wait, something is off, there’s no way she would get that wrong.*” you thought and forced a bit more mana out of yourself, which was more than what the pain-reduction was prepared for, but for the short bit that you endured, you noticed that her paper was warded. You certainly had the means of seeing through her illusion, but you weren’t sure it would be worth the pain.

“What is it, tough boy, giving up already?” probably noticing you dispel your farsight, she transmitted a message straight into your mind. Her sinister, mocking giggle giving you a headache as she showed off just how better prepared she was for this. Normally one wouldn’t be able to do it, but you had to remove pretty much every passive protection except for those you prepared for cheating to maximize the amount of time you could keep up with the pain her hex was causing you.

You didn’t respond, it wouldn’t change anything if you did and so you recast your spying magic and did what you should have right away, copy from someone else. Luck was on your side and with no tricks involved, you managed to finish the test quickly and escape the room. She wouldn’t be able to keep up the hex if you were far away.

With no other important events that day, you hurried to the dormitory and removed her curse. Even then, the damage was serious enough to keep you from standing up after you lied down. Removing your undergarments, you saw that your balls looked exactly what they felt like. Swollen and turned a sickly shade of purple, you praised your own smarts for not dooming your nuts to death by choosing a simple solution.

You had to skip meals while you used up every bit of mana to nurse yourself back to health. By the time you could at least move without causing yourself to throw up whatever wasn’t digested yet, you finally tried to get some rest when someone decided to knock on your door. Exhausted, you didn’t even try to figure out who it was with you spellcraft as you waddled on over and opened up to the unwanted guest.

“Man, you look messed up.” speaking in a manner tuly unbefitting such a beautiful lady, Sophia sized you up and forced her way into your room. “You should be grateful, not everyone gets to enjoy their last meal before an execution, but I’m willing to show you some kindness” she put a tray on the vacant table. “Don’t be late tomorrow and don’t even think about running away. I want to see your face when the scores are revealed.” leaving you to stress about the coming day, the girl who stood to lose nothing in this battle made her leave, not letting you to say a word in return..

Curse her name as you may, you still appreciated her concern as you sat down to force down the food with your shaky hands. “*Why is she so damn confident? She’s not even the best in class.*”

As you finished up your meal, you felt another pulse of pain. A dull yet persistent onslaught enveloped your poor nuts as you struggled back to bed and did your best to understand why it was happening. Inspecting your ballsack, you didn’t find anything strange and even magic showed you that nothing was wrong, or it would be more accurate to say that you were afflicted by nothing you could test for, but one doesn’t feel as if someone is twisting needles in their ballsack from nothing. You contemplated sleeping it through for a moment, but since Sophia had already tried putting a curse that could leave you ball-less, you forced your way to the nurse’s office.

The kind-hearted goblin never failed to get you back to health with her remedies and if anyone would be able to figure out what happened to your balls, it would be her and even if that wasn’t the case, her gentle, heart-warming smile would at least help you cope with it, or so you thought. Cursing Sophia’s name with every step you took, you were lucky to not actually run into her. Feeling every single movement of your balls, you could swear someone was hanging from your nutsack, tugging down on it in rhythm with your steps.

“My goodness, what happened to you?!” The nurse exclaimed the moment you entered her office. Even though it was embarrassing, you couldn’t come all the way there to not tell her about your balls. You did omit a few of the finer details, though. “Undress right now, I need to perform an examination ASAP!” with genuine concern she directed you to the locked room next to her office, one with no windows or anything of the sorts. You did remember not being able to peer through its walls, so you could at least rest easy knowing that nobody new would know of this affair.

Sitting on a chair butt-naked, you did your best not to fall over from the pain. You thought about casting some spells for safety’s sake, but worrying about something going wrong, you decided to leave it all to the nurse, who was currently holding your aching testicles in her small hands. They were so swollen that she had trouble holding them both in one hand.“Hmm… hm...” the poked around, causing you pain that was comparable to being stung and with all that on top of what was already there caused you to flinch. “Do your best” seeing how much it hurt you, she tried to be more gentle, but no matter what, you could swear that it was a bear squeezing your balls and not a goblin carefully handling them. “This isn’t good,” something you’d rather hear from literally anyone else emerged from the nurse’s lips. Catching your worried gaze, she explained “it’s poison, but I don’t know what kind and to test it I’ll have to cause you some harm. I will make sure to not rupture anything but you’ll have to stay awake and tell me exactly how you feel. Do you understand?” stating it not as something you could just opt out of, you understood that whatever she was about to do was for your sake and so you nodded.

She reached out to pat you on your head. “I’ll make it quick, if you’ll feel something breaking, don’t panic,” after that she picked out your righty and cupped it in her hands. “Tell me as soon as you’ll feel two distinct sources of pain in the same place” saying something you didn’t quite catch, you didn’t get to question what it meant as a severe wave of nutpain akin to having your ball flattened in a press coursed through your body. Grabbing the chair’s armrests, you did you best to keep your legs in place, since any movement down there would’ve caused problems for the goblin who was currently squeezing your righty with what you felt like enough force to pop it inntantly.

“*Easy for you to tell me not to panic!*” as you repeatedly slapped the armrest, you couldn’t help but scream out. The nurse didn’t stop you, but it’s not like she stopped putting pressure on your poor testicle, which felt as if it was about to burst open. You were afraid to look down and see what was happening but as you caught a glimpse, you understood that your body was severely overreacting. Even though it felt like she was tearing into your skin squeezing on your ball to the point of popping, from how it actually looked she hardly made any effort to compress it, although thanks to the swelling your balls had already gone through, bits of nutmeat did painfully stick out from between her fingers.

In a moment even that changed as the pain went beyond just “breaking” and it felt as if she was just kneading every bit of intact tissue to paste, it was at that moment when you understood what she was talking about. “Now!” you shouted through tears “Two sources… now!” as soon as you said that, she removed her grip. The secondary source, which let you know the “real” pain your balls should’ve been going through, vanished instantly while the feeling of having nothing but paste in place of your very clearly intact ball persisted.

“Alright, good news and bad news. Let’s start from the bad : there’s no antidote to what you’re going through and you’ll have to endure it for the foreseeable future, silver lining : your testicles will survive with no side effects. More good news, there’s a way to speed up the recovery.” while everything else was said in a more or less professional demeanor, the last sentence was noticeably quieter than the rest, she even averted her eyes as she walked over to put on a pair of gloves.

“How do I speed it up?” finally finding some strength in yourself, you asked through the pain, to which she simply took out a bottle with no label and put a few drops of it on her gloved hand, before showing you a caring smile and stepping towards you. “W-what is that?” not really feeling good about unknown liquids, you wanted to protest what she was about to do, but as you were still struggling against your body telling you that your right nut has been grinded down to ash, you had strength to fight back, you couldn’t resist her grabbing your dick and covering it with the mysterious remedy.

The very next moment you let out a yelp as you instantly got so hard it hurt. “*Please, no! Wait!*” Even though you understood that your balls were fine, you couldn’t help but think that your balls would actually burst if you were to cum. “*No! No!*” but you couldn’t voice your concerns, not when she tried so hard to do it for you. It was certainly a strange feeling, to have your cock handled by a goblin, and you felt it to be wrong, very wrong, in fact, as even though for her race she would be a very attractive person and besides her size, shape of ears and skin colour she would be hardly different from a human just like yourself, you couldn’t wrap your mind around how easily she got you to cum.

It was painful, very painful in fact as your ballsack felt like a bag of bricks when it happened, but when the moment was over, you felt the piercing pain weaken and before you had a chance to relax, the shortstack resumed her skillful movements, stroking your cock with both her hands with such care that you felt like you understood the world wrong before.

Apparently Sophia had come across some rare drug that was designed to make one feel as if their balls are being tortured, luckily the production was long since discontinued and the recipe was almost impossible to come by. Then again, if she had her hands on something so horrible, you’d rather not think about what else she had in store.

It went on for a while and soon enough you could return to your room without having to worry about accidentally popping your balls by stepping the wrong way. Though it was still painful, it was at least as if someone was just really fond of squeezing your balls instead of tearing them apart. It was already late enough and you’d rather not have to explain yourself. And so, you tried to sleep, trying to not think too much about what Sophia had planned for the morning.