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"A goblin?!" the otter asked, a little dumbfounded; the little greenskins were not hugely-well-known for their heroism. The short, young man's mentor nodded firmly, a stern expression on the old tauren's face.

"Yes, a goblin, Drazzo Blackwrench is his name, and you are to meet him in the port town of Ratchet. And before you ask, yes, you do have to do this," the minotaur elder sighed softly to himself, knowing the much smaller man far too well, though that didn't stop the otter whining regardless.

"But come on, the great Bobert Okusetes can clear a few caves of demons," the leather-clad shortstack stated proudly, pulling out his daggers and striking a pose, though this just caused the tauren to groan in annoyance, before Bobert continued, "Why do I need some green shrimp getting in my way?" he scowled.

The much larger man shook his head, giving the mustelid a quick clip around the ear, "It's been decided that it's too dangerous for you to attempt this quest on your own, Mr Blackwrench is a keen adventurer who lives in the area, so that's why you've been partnered up with him. And one final thing, you will -not- speak to him that way when you arrive, I'm sure I don't have to remind you that one more failed mission means you're out of the guild, hmm?"

Bobert just scoffed, stowing his knives away and shrugging lightly, "Fine, whatever, I'll be good, geez."

And that was that, the rogue was thrown onto the next ship to Ratchet and practically plonked right down on the goblin's doorstep, the sun beaming down at him from above so brightly it made it hard for him to make at the sign hanging over the large building.

"Blackwrench Ironworks," the otter managed, furrowing his brow as he read it again. "This guy's supposed to be some famed mercenary, don't tell me he's just some blacksmith or something," the rogue sighed to himself, trying to focus on the positives, "Tch, well, least I'll be the bigger one for a change," he flashed a cheeky smirk as he thought this to himself. Too often was he always the little guy on a mission, usually massively-outsized by Azeroth's various beefy men. But not this time! This time he'd be the one towering over someone else.

He snickered softly as he knocked on the large wooden door, which was soon met with the sound of annoyed grunting and heavy shuffling. The door swung open, but as Bobert craned his neck downwards in anticipation of seeing some weedy little weakling, he was met with the sight of someone -very- different.

Standing in the doorway was indeed a goblin, though one admittedly on the taller side. A solid four feet tall, the warrior had a head of deep, faded-blue hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a pair of dark red eyes. What made him a little more unique amongst his brethren though was the fact that he was built like a house! Such sizes were his enormous muscles that even the wide doorway struggled to fit him completely within its confines, the man's goliath arms pressing into the doorframe uncomfortably. The man wore far more scant clothing as well, which only highlighted and accentuated his impressive musculature, his top-half was only contained in a brown cross-harness, which was stretched taut over his huge, thick pectorals, and his lower half was clad in some large boots and a pair of shorts that would be dangerously-short even for a shrimpier man. The otter's eyes would wander southwards and a dark blush would appear across his face as he couldn't fail to notice that those shorts were stuffed painfully-full, a simply behemoth bulge being pushed out front by the goblin's powerful legs.

The greenskin idly scratched at his five o' clock shadow, staring up at the newcomer with indifference, clearly this brute wasn't one for niceties.

"Yeah, whadyawant?," the little powerhouse asked as he eyed the otter over, his rough, masculine face wearing a furrowed brow.

Bobert just stared though, his gaze flittering between the man's handsome face, that rippling torso and that obscene package, a noticeable blush across his face. He eventually managed to snap out of his trance though, and looked to the side, trying to look as unbothered as possible, and failing miserably at it.

"Tch, I'm here 'cause I'm looking for some warrior guy, supposed to clear some caves out with him, not that I couldn't of just done that myself," he said irritably, though every now and then his voice would crack, the rogue attempting to mask this with coughing, though again he was less-than-successful.

Drazzo gave a wide grin at how clearly flustered the otter was just from the sight of him, giving a low chuckle before responding, "Is that right? Well then you must by the bozo I got asked to babysit for 'is little mission. Yer lucky they offered me a buttload o' gold for this, I got better things to do than make sure some prissy little thief doesn't poke himself with his butterknives," the smith eyed the small daggers at the Bobert's sides with bemusement.

The otter though was not impressed at being spoken to like this, and was quick to bite back, "Hey! I'll have you know I can kill a few demons just fine on my own! I don't have to put with some blacksmith bitching at me, I bet you don't even know how to use any of your weapons!" his cheeks burned with anger, though even like this he'd have a hard time maintaining eye contact, occasionally looking further south at those barely-bound slabs of thick, beefy muscle.

"Gyahaha! Got some fire in ya! That's somethin' at least," he smirked widely up at the taller but substantially-skinnier guy, "But I'm afraid yer higher-ups 'ave asked me to give a report on 'ow ya do durin' this quest, with the focus bein' on 'teamwork'. I'd hate to have ta give ya a big fail, especially considerin' this is yer -last chance- at impressin' that guild o' yours," the goblin was clearly loving every second of putting the otter in his place, Bobert biting back another tirade of insults and settling on such emitting an annoyed growl, though it came out as more of a squeak, his nerves getting the better of him, "And I'll have ya know I can swing around a two-'ander like it's nobodies business," the warrior gave a cheeky wink as he said this, before grabbing something from beside the door and hefting it up over his shoulder. Bobert's eyes just widened as an absolutely-colossal axe, actually slightly bigger than the goblin himself, came into view. It was black with a white-grey blade, one big enough to chop the biggest of trees with one swing. What was most impressive though was that Drazzo had been able to lift it was just one hand, and was holding it up like it weighed next to nothing! The otter looked over that huge arm that was hoisting it up, that green bicep had swollen to twice it's usual size, and a nice, thick vein bulged out from it.

Clearing his throat before finally managing to choke something out, Bobert spoke, "... pfft, well, bet you can't use it," he inwardly kicked himself at how lame his comeback was, the smith just scoffing as he squeezed himself out through the door, and shut it behind him.

"Oh you'll see just how good I am at handlin' heavy equipment, gyehehehe," he chuckled dumbly as he locked the forge up, giving another lewd wink up at Bobert before already heading off down the road, the rogue in tow.

They walked for what felt like hours down the dusty dirt path that cut through the arid Barrens, the hot sun bearing down upon them. Drazzo though seemed completely unaffected, likely due to him living here, but Bobert was panting and continually wiping sweat from his brow. Whether that was because of the heat or because of the otter continually sneaking glances at his beefy bodyguard though wasn't clear.

"You doin' alright back there?"

The goblin's deep voice was enough to tear the rogue's attention away from the warrior's large, well-muscled backside stretching his tight shorts, and back onto the road ahead of them, "'course, it's just walking," he grumbled.

"Yeesh, bite my head of why don'tcha? Ya need to mellow out y'know?" the smith gave a condescending smile back at Bobert, who just shrugged it off.

"Look, I just wanna get this stupid quest done so I can get outta here, okay?" already his gaze was slowly trailing back to that delectably-thick booty, and the way it fought against it's feeble confines.

"Uh huh, right, an' that's why ya've been oglin' me since we met," he chuckled mischievously, the otter's face burning red as he glared Drazzo down.

"Tch, in your dreams! Like I'd ever even look at some ugly little goblin that way!" he stared off to the side and folded his arms to come across as even more uninterested, though his shortstack companion didn't fall for it.

"Right, so you 'aven't been thinkin' about rollin' around in the sheets together? Or how about slobberin' over these badboys, huh?" the warrior had stopped, turned to face Bobert and was flexing his immense chest, those pectorals erupting in size even more, doubling their already-considerable mass in moments, and causing that poor harness to almost snap right off.

Well, the rogue was a deep shade of scarlet by now, and if his nosebleed wasn't a clear giveaway, the enormous tent in his pants was. Being gifted with two feet of cock wasn't so great when you wanted to hide your attraction from someone.

Eyeing that oversized shaft Drazzo licked his lips, strutting over and being so forward as to reach over and grab it with a massive mitt, Bobert choking out a grunt as the smith started to stroke up and down the thick length.

"Mmmh~ 'm sure -this- ain't got -anythin'- to do with me now, 'as it?" he beared his teeth in a wicked grin. Despite only coming upto chest-height to the otter, he no less seemed the one in complete control, his own behemoth bulge shaping up in his pants, and causing a couple of small rips to appear across his short-shorts.

Mustering all of his willpower not to moan out then and there, he replied, "Pfft, you're... stupid!" he was mortified with himself, he could always come up with even semi-decent comebacks, but being next to such a studly hunk, while he was being jacked off and all, it was just too much for his brain to work.

"I don't see ya tryin' to push me away~" he cooed as he leaned his head down, his face now only a couple of inches from that clothed manhood, "Y'know, yer a lot bigger than I'd 'ave guessed, might actually feel good t'have this thing between these tits, gyahaha!" he let out a hearty guffaw as he bounced those giant green slabs proudly, before without warning, he grabbed Bobert's leather pants tightly and just yanked them down, the otter nearly toppling backwards from shock as his rock-hard cock sprang out and slapped the goblin lightly across his chiselled face. Drazzo just happily grabbed the thick base of it and guided the head to his mouth, greedily lapping up the slick precum that was already leaking from the tip. Before the rogue could even muster up the nerve to give him hell, he was murring out as the smith was stuffing inch after inch of it into his mouth and down his throat.

"Nngh, wh-what do you think you're- hnngh!" Bobert couldn't even finish as the warrior had amazingly hilted the otter's jumbo-sized dick down his throat, expertly descending down that oversized manmeat in moments and not even giving the poor rogue a moment's rest before he was bobbing up and down on it madly, sloppily slurping up and down the throbbing length as he did so.

Breathing heavily, the slimmer-built man could barely keep himself standing, his knees weak and his balls tightening, already he felt close and- no! He was -not- gonna do this! He was -not- gonna put up with some goblin of all things practically forcing himself on him, even if he -was- pretty big... and had some -reeeeeally nice pecs~ No! The otter shook his head and tried to summon every ounce of willpower he had.

"H-Hey! Quit it!" he miraculously managed to yell out, in a pretty serious tone as well. Drazzo actually pulled himself off, wiping a little pre from around his face and grinning up at him.

"Gyahaha, well ain't you impatient, eager fer the twins eh? Well I can't blame ya, lemme jus' get 'em out," the warrior hopped to his feet and reached back to fiddle with the back of his harness, Bobert's face burned a dark red once again as he realised just what he had planned. He had to say something quickly before he was caught up in another trance!

"Th-That's -not- what I meant! I meant you can't just suck me off out here in the middle of... no... where...," he'd run out of time, the goblin's harness had fallen to the floor, and there, jutting proudly from the warrior's herculean body, was the biggest pair of pecs the otter had -ever- seen. How someone only four-foot tall could even fit a couple of mountains like those on his body was a marvel, and now that they were unbound they seemed to swell even more impressively. The rogue also couldn't help but notice those fat, dark-green nipples either, Bobert's mouth watering despite his best efforts otherwise.

Drazzo licked his lips, all-too-aware the effect he had on the hotheaded otter. A little bounce of those obscenely-huge pectorals and he was a panting, salivating mess once again.

"You sure do complain a lot fer someone gaggin' for some green. Now, do ya wanna slap that cock o' yours between these guys, or wouldja rather get yer lips around these nips?" Quick to begin bouncing those green hills again, Bobert was just staring at them transfixed, his cock throbbing dangerously at the sound of both those ideas, precum gushing out in absurd amounts.

Before he could even think about an answer though, Drazzo took charge once again, closing the gap between them and reaching up to place his huge hands on the otter's shoulders. With only a small fraction of his immense strength and goblin 'ushered' Bobert down to his knees, though the taller male did little to resist, now faced with the sight of those prodigious pectorals, so big, so thick, so powerful.

"You run yer mouth enough, lets see what else you can do with it," a sinister glint appeared in the smith's eye before he grunted and flexed those tremendous tiddies of his even more! Bobert's eyes widened as those already-goliath mounds somehow surged even more in size, piling on more mass by the second. A long bead of drool was hanging from the otter's mouth as he gawked, muscle piling onto muscle, that green landscape filling out even more before his eyes. Finally it would reach it's full size, Bobert not even able to the see Drazzo's face over the tops of those peaks, only a tuft of blue hair. His nose would twitch as well as the powerful scent of 'man' filled his nostrils, the rogue's hardon only getting even more painful as he inhaled that heavenly musk.

He just stayed there, frozen, his eyes glued to those obscene slabs, each one -far- bigger than his own head. And those nipples, easily a mouthful... not that Bobert would even -think- about that sort of thing, of course! Even now the rogue would try and resist, but the small pangs of willpower he had left were completely smothered by his lust, and his entire mind filled with all manner of lewd scenes involving himself and those bulging boulders of muscle.

Eventually though the goblin's patience ran out, and Bobert would feel a large hand grip the back of his head, huge, thick fingers flattening his medium brown hair. Unable to fight back against the warrior's great strength (if he had even bothered to try), the otter's face would brought forward, closer to the deep, dark cleft that separated those enormous green hills. In no time at all his world had gone dark as his entire head was wedged in that chasm of cleavage, Drazzo murring out in delight.

The rogue's reaction was slow, but he reached up to grab at what tiny portions of that beef that he could, before trying to pull himself free. Of course with the hunk still holding onto him, and the fact that he seemed to be barely trying at all, he had no hope. Soon though he'd be forced to take another breath, and this time he was unable to hold back a long groan as that powerful fog of musk filled his senses, immediately quashing the last remnants of willpower he had, and turning him into a drooling wreck.

"Mmmh~ That's it, just take a few deep breaths, ya'll 'ave a lot more fun that way~," Drazzo chuckled to himself, watching the man mashed between his pecs with a mixture of excitement and condescension.

Bobert's hands were still clinging to those things, albeit weakly. Eventually though the otter allowed himself to slowly stroke over those pecs, carefully exploring the goblin's mighty peaks. Feeling that hard muscle, which had just the right amount of squishiness thrown in, was absolute heaven, and soon his slow strokes become more steady, Bobert having to stretch his arms out completely to actually reach the far sides of those vast plains.

After a few minutes of tracing his hands across those monumentally-hefty mountains, he decided to move his focus onto those nipples instead. He first let his fingertips glide softly around the areola, occasionally prodding at those hugely-thick nubs, forcing hard grunts from the goblin. After those fat pads of flesh hardened up though the otters grabbed them tightly in his hands and squeezed them harshly, tweaking them like huge dials and sending waves of pleasure up and down the warrior's spine, his heavy, hearty moans filling the air around them.

"Mmmph~ Damn, yer -really- gettin' into it now!" Drazzo happily exclaimed, quick to squeeze himself out of his skin-tight shorts and sighing deeply in relief as his mammoth manhood swung free, smacking Bobert in the stomach, well, given it's size it really whacked him across his entire torso, splattering thick precum across his leather tunic. Finally freed from the goblin's grasp, since Drazzo had released him to deal with those pesky short-shorts, the otter quickly pulled back, panting heavily to catch his breath. He didn't waste long though before curiosity got the better of him, and he craned his neck down, immediately met with a faceful of greying-blue pubes and a near-literal tree-trunk of goblin dick. If he had thought the musk was strong between Drazzo's pecs, then it was no wonder he almost lost conciousness as he inhaled the overpowering manly mist that now clouded his entire world, and the rogue soon found himself nuzzling that thick jungle of fuzz, grinning dumbly and still drooling profusely.

It wouldn't be long before that colossal beast moved away though, a small whimper leaving his mouth before he was almost catapulted to the ground with the force of something huge and firm pressing down on top of his head. Trying to push back against it and raise his head he found he simply couldn't, only sinking slightly into the behemoth mass. Reaching up and grabbing hold of whatever it was, he soon felt the familiar bulk of the warrior's pecs, it seemed Drazzo had shifted his weight forward and was now almost crushing the poor otter's head beneath the sheer bulk of his monstrous man-melons!

"'ey! Hope ya 'aven't forgotten about these puppies," the goblin snickered wickedly as Bobert manoeuvred himself to once again be at eye-level to those glorious pectorals. The warrior wasn't about to give the rogue a choice on how to worship them though, as once more he grabbed his head tightly in a massive mitt, this time moving him over and forcing Bobert's lips open widely around one of his oversized nipples, easily a mouthful for the man, who feigned a struggle as his jaw was stretched by that fat, throbbing nub. As before though, this feeble act of rebellion would quickly peter out and be replaced the the otter letting out a muffled moan, grabbing onto the plentiful pecmeat either side of that teat and sucking hard upon it, Drazzo letting out a -very- contented moaned. Bobert lashed his tongue roughly over the enormous nipple from every angle, assaulting it as best he could between hard suckles, greedily groping at handfuls of muscle all the while.

"Hnnngaaaah~ Damn, yer... -really- good at this, 'ave you... mmmmh... done this before?" the warrior asked, gazing down dreamily at the otter desperately servicing his nipple, Drazzo's monolithic meat pulsing dangerously and was quickly forming a large puddle of slick pre beneath Bobert, who was already dripping with the thick cream. The rogue though didn't answer, he was far too entranced with his task, breathing quickly through his nose as he actually bit down onto that thick, firm nub as hard as he could, and barely managing a dent! The goblin though cried out, he himself a drooling wreck as well by now and struggling to hold himself back.

"Hunnngh~ Right! Let's move on, else I ain't gonna last, now, stand up fer me!" without giving Bobert a chance to though, he grabbed the otter roughly and lifted him to his feet like he weighed nothing, the warrior's eyes glazing over again as he eyed the otter's immensely-impressive privates. Grabbing onto that whopper tightly he man-handled it into the deep divide between his pecs, Bobert gasping out sharply as he felt the extreme tightness and warmth, his oversized shaft fitting snugly between the smith's goliath rack. He didn't need Drazzo to tell him what to do next, as it came immediately naturally; rocking his hips he started to drive his monster cock back and forth up and down that crevasse, his plentiful precum making the job easier as it pooled around his invading shaft.

He was already picking up the pace immensely, all the fun upto this point had made him helplessly horny and he needed to finally get his release. He grabbed the warrior's massive teats and squeezed them tightly for purchase so he could speed up even more, pounding away at those colossal tits, slamming again and again into that hot, tight passage. The otter's tongue lolled from his mouth, it was like nothing he'd ever felt before, even the tightest of pussies didn't compare to how perfect this felt. Somewhere off in a dark corner of his mind was a voice telling him to get out now, that he couldn't possible be doing what he was doing, and with a goblin no less, but Bobert could easily ignore it now, just clamping down on those nipples even more and frantically fucking those jugs as fast and as hard as he could.

"Heh, got one more... trick up my sleeve, get ready fer this... nnnnnngh!" Drazzo grunted loudly as he summoned the last of his vast reservoir of strength, flexing his humongous chest just that little bit more, squeezing and milking the otter's cock as he smothered it in acres of muscle. Well, that was the final straw, both the sight and sensation of those monstrous mountains claiming their dominance over his manhood forced him over the edge and he slammed himself one final time between those peaks, crying out and unleashing his hot, thick load deep in the smith's cleavage, rope after rope pumping between them, soon some large globs of seed spilled out and oozed lewdly down those delicious curves. Bobert rode what was quite possibly the greatest orgasm of his life for as long as it would go, his balls emptying their long-pent-up load over that chest and actually managing to paint quite a decent portion of it before the rogue came down from his high. Still breathing quickly he hazily looked down to the goblin, the otter looking much worse for wear as he pulled back, struggling a little to prise his softening cock out from it's musclebound prison. As it slipped out wetly a few long ropes of cum dripped out too from between Drazzo's pecs, the smith just baring his teeth in his ever-present grin.

"Now that -was- some good foreplay," he winked as he slowly slid his hands southwards, grabbing the unbelievably-girthy base of his emerald tree-trunk, and aiming that monster right at Bobert, "Now, I think it's time -I- get ta stick this somewhere nice 'n tight~," he licked his lips and pounced!