Goblins: small, devious creatures of chaotic intent, these long-eared, pointy-teethed humanoids of a green complexion are mainly known for two things,  being dexterous thieves that could steal the shirt of a noble, or barbaric bandits that form tribes to pillage and take all they desire from innocent caravans or villages. The near-unanimous thought on goblins was they couldn’t be trusted,  or else you’d see your belongings gone without a trace or your skull bashed in with a wooden club.

But this doesn’t mean all Goblins were the same, take Spell for example.

Spell was pretty different from other goblins, he was lean, lithe and almost feminine thanks to his smooth olive-green skin, shoulder-length locks of burning orange hair which stood on end, and cobalt blue eyes. The goblinoid wore a long taupe coat over a tan tunic and trouser combo with a set of leather sandals, and a short, thick scarf the same shade as his eyes rested on their neck, completing the unique Goblin’s appearance.

Instead of a dagger, club, bow or mace, Spell’s weapon of choice was the arcane. He was born with the innate spark of spell weaving, the wisest in their tribe knew this naturally dubbed him a sorcerer; one who can cast magic without practice or need to pray/bargain to a higher being.

When the small magician came of age he left his tribe, his reasoning wasn’t only to train their arcane proficiency; but to show mankind not all goblins were bad seeds. Ever since the goblin learnt why people hated their race, he felt they had a solemn duty to prove them wrong and present them with a more lawful goblin that cast spells and be a trustworthy hero for those in need.

The first step to becoming a hero, joining a guild. His spellcasting prowess would aid Spell in getting in, but to him, that wouldn’t be enough, what guild would want a goblin, especially one that couldn't lift a battleaxe or even intimidate a flea? But if he had a familiar, then things could be different. It shows his experience by gaining the trust of a creature, big or small, mundane or magical, it will be a boon for him getting into a guild.

Spell had entered a forest close by a town he’d be staying at for the past few days. The goblin knew this would be the best way to find a creature to befriend who’d aid them in daily life or battle. He was hoping to come across a ferocious wolf, a minuscule fae dragon, or even a mighty owlbear, something large and strong, physically or mentally. If he couldn’t come across something of that caliber, a wise owl or sly mouse would still prove useful to him.

Clutching at the string of his bag, Spell followed the dirt road that split the forest in two like a border between kingdoms. He expected something to spring out from the shrubbery, like a stout stoat braving its way over the quiet path, or even a powerful predator ready to pounce him and make them their next meal. Yet nothing appeared, he theorised that the man-made pathway was still alien to the woodland’s population, thus they veer away from it. It seemed like the right time for Spell to head into the unknown, walking off the path to properly explore the forest.

The unkempt grass was squashed beneath Spell’s sandaled feet, springing back up as he went further in. The thick canopy blocked the sun, only permitting a few rays to break through the branchy crevices. As the goblin walked by various fungi and foliage older than him; but still he saw neither hide nor hair of the forest’s fauna. The magic-using Goblin was becoming increasingly worried about why no animals were around, and why it was so quiet, yet he had an epiphany…

Something terrifying must’ve scared them off, like a strong creature!  This thought helped disperse the clouds of anxiety. It was only a theory, yet it made the most sense, and if it was a wanted person, he could fight them off and claim their bounty (another good way to get into the adventuring business). He was prepared, either way, armed with his repertoire of spells and having enough mixed rations to help gain the trust of whatever could be lurking within the woods.

A heavy thirst came over the green-skinned sorcerer, the early-summer heat and all the walking being to blame. Taking a glass of water out of his bag, he uncorked it and took a large gulp, only under half of the bottle’s contents remained afterwards. Spell knew he needed to be more rational with his consumption of food and drink if he wanted to be a great adventurer and hero. Whilst he gazed at the last of his water, the goblin had forgotten a cardinal adventuring rule, be aware.

His foot got snagged on an exposed root, sending the rest of his body onto the grassy ground with a firm thud. Spell groaned and looked up, glad to see his glass bottle in one piece; but dismayed to find the last of his water had spilt, now feeding the tall grass and what seeds lay below. It was quite the annoyance, yet it wasn’t the end of the world, he’d just have to head to the stream it filled it up from last time, or use the small quiet spring right a few feet in front of him. 

This was an amazing accidental find. Who knew the forest hid such a pristine source of water, albeit small, it was still a hidden wonder that (to his knowledge) no one knew about. Spell walked to the edge of the water, his reflection gazed back at him, speckles of dirt dotted their mug. He splashed his face with the cool water against it, washing away the impurities, once his face was all clean, the goblin grabbed the bottle from beside him and proceeded to submerge it, collecting a pint of fresh spring water.

Or so he thought he would, in fact, the glass didn’t even go all the way in, half of it was above the aqua, and the rest touched the bottom. No way this spring could be that shallow, it was more like a naturally forming puddle than an elegant spring inside a small grove, hidden by the thick flora.

“Are you kidding me? This is worthless…” Spell muttered, appalled by his discovery, it was still a peculiar find, yet unless you were a squirrel or bird, it was worthless. His intention was to just forget about this and move on, in search of a familiar; yet as he tried to stand back up, he found himself unable to raise his arms back up, as if something forced them to the ground. Struggling some more, the goblin looked down at the stream and soon came to a shocking realization. 

The spring he had shamed for its size and depth had reached up to grasp his hands, holding them in place like watery manacles, the animated aqua had the strength to raise him off the ground, posing their hands above his head. The pillar of water faced them, the way it motioned and bubbled intimidated the sorcerer. That was the moment when Spell knew it wasn’t something which forced him down, but someone!

Spell had read about elementals whilst learning about the arcane. Elementals are the outcome of magical fallout and the essence of one of the four elements, which go under a fusion once in contact. Alongside innate control over an element, their form is malleable, able to change it on a whim, this granted them the power to perfectly mimic their element; like a water elemental taking the form of a small pool of water, like the one which held a firm grip on his puny hands.

The adventurer’s legs flailed back and forth, in hopes that kicking it enough would cause its upper half to fall apart so he could flee, but it was to no avail, especially when both the goblin’s legs got caught. The water elemental had some interesting intentions for him, manoeuvring both his legs out of its body, and spreading them horizontally. Next, the liquid creature used more of its energy to form a couple of tendrils of living water from its body, their movement smooth as a calm stream, and they shared the elemental’s strength, grasping (but oddly not soaking) the waist of Spell’s trousers and pulling them down with a single, swift tug, revealing their lower half.

If it wasn’t clear that Spell was girly, then his curvy backside would extinguish any doubt of that. In his mind, he was cursed with childbearing hips, and a butt that resembled two giant, smooth, grassy hills. Because of their bountiful bottom, it was a chore to find underwear that would fit them and wouldn’t tear if they bent down, to fix this issue, they wore a plain white loincloth that hid their front from prying eyes.

Now was when he wished he wore pants, but it would only delay the inevitable that was the watery being’s plan. Spell sussed it out when the tentacles collided with their rump. Their texture was gel-like, yet they were cold to the touch, the sting from the appendages slamming his butt, and the change in temperature sent an unwanted sensual shiver up their spine, 
which almost made him emit the tiniest of moans. Those tentacles gripped his ass, spreading them to gander at their untouched area, his virgin hole. The elemental decided to present the goblin with what it had in mind, a third tendril appeared in front of Spell’s face, but unlike the two from before, this one was ribbed and thick, resembling the phallus of an exotic being. He knew where that was going, trying to resist was impossible, all he could do was watch that phallic appendage slide out of view and slither to his behind.

First, he felt a mysterious substance coating their rim, it was cool to the touch, like the water from before, yet how it stuck to his hole was peculiar, as if the water had thickened into a substance with a texture akin to honey. Then a sharp pain overcame the goblin, the helpless magic user had their virginity taken by the elemental, his anus being torn open by their ‘penis’, it would never fully shut close after this. The pain of penetration was beginning to subside, Spell had to thank the natural lubricant of the magical being, as it was water, it was cool to the touch, soothing his sore insides whilst roughly fucking him.

The reason why an elemental would even think of giving someone a harsh tentacle fucking was quite the enigma. Despite having their ass violated, Spell came to a conclusion. He had disturbed the slumber of this elemental, and by also seeming annoyed by their size, it decided to punish him. But that didn’t explain why it chose such a way. Unbeknownst to the goblin, elementals could also feel lust, and the one he encountered was unbelievably pent up, that part became slightly clear to him when another watery wang-like tendril shoved its way inside him, without warning.

Spell couldn’t stop himself from moaning this time, now feeling the pleasure (albeit unwanted) the watery monster was giving him, by using their once tight hole as their own personal sex toy. A tentacle formed, just to push away his loin cloth and get a look at what they were packing down there. The goblin’s cock had become stiff from the usage, now at its full length of four and a half inches. His size down there was dubbed ‘pathetic’ by other goblins who had taken a glimpse at it, they usually rocked six inches or even double what Spell had. Precum dribbled from his tiny throbbing penis, as another large tendril intruded their already full rectum, moving inwards when one went out and vice versa, like a car’s pistons. He thought this couldn’t get any more intense, but he was wrong…

Gazing down at his Crotch, Spell saw another tentacle erect itself from the elemental. It was much thinner than the ones that broke in his ass, and it faced his penis.

“P-Please no…” The goblin protested, he could tell what this beast had in mind, proving how angered and aroused it was. It was hopeless to persuade the watery creature, that tendril brushed against the visible glans of his cock, before with a rough yet delicate push, it entered his urethra.

Another alien pain went over the green adventurer. His non-sexual mind knew that the hole in his cock was meant for stuff to come out of, not go in. The pain was equal to the three tentacles inside his backside, but the pleasure wasn’t nearly as bountiful, just painful.
Spell was at the will of this perverted water elemental. The best he could do was moan and groan as he was violated, his virginity being snatched along with it. There was one other thing that he hated about this whole situation, that he was beginning to enjoy it.

Unable to move, and having both his ass and urethral hole used and abused was turning him on in a way he never knew. Spell rarely thought about anything erotic, the only lewd thing he’d done in his life besides a small bit of masturbation, was taking part in a group masturbation ring with fellow goblins, this being where his cock was mocked for how tiny it was. Being helpless and having their taint becoming looser by the second was quite the rush, even being sounded by a tendril was starting to become oddly arousing, he’d never knew such sexual acts were possible, he’d had to look into what other horny stuff was possible one day; but then again, first-hand experience sounds much more fun. He kept that in mind, and just focused on enjoying this feeling, not realizing that the fucking bought him to the edge of climax.

Another harsh thrust from the elemental pushed Spell past the point of no return. He cried out in orgasmic bliss, his goblinoid seed went through the tendril, like milk up a straw, and sucked up into their body, where it dissolved and became part of the liquid entity. Whilst his load was milked out of him, the tentacle’s tempo slowed to a halt, it had its fun and once the final rope entered and became a part of them, they dropped the spent goblin to the ground.

Spell’s hole was agape and would be for several days. The orgasm took it out of him, it being a chore to turn himself around and look at the water elemental. It towered over the goblin, causing him to shudder, there was one last part to their recently concocted plan.

It dived towards him with unknown intent. Spell braced himself, believing this was the end of his adventuring days; but nothing happened, except the sound of water splashing into something. Spell sat up and saw his glass bottle beside him, it stood upright with a clear blue liquid inside. An appendage came from the bottle, only to bat the cork towards it. He couldn’t believe what had happened, it seemed as if the elemental had taken a liking to him, now wanting to come with them. 

“Y-You sure?” Spell asked, the elemental replied by having the bottle shake just enough that it wouldn’t spill out of it, it seemed certain that they wanted to come along. Using the last of his energy, Spell corked the bottle, making sure their new familiar would be safe and sound in its new home.

The first part of his road to being a hero had been rocky, he took damage he’d never expected to receive and knows it’ll be permanent, yet it was a success! He had obtained a power familiar: a water elemental with a unique personality that researchers would be interested in. His next step was simple, head to the nearest guild, show off the gains from his first quest, get accepted (hopefully), and go on his first true adventure!