{"sf1_id":2191350,"sf2_id":"dmBwjQAn","title":"Something To Pass the Time","author":"Rudiel","words":4234,"posted_at":"2024-10-21T16:58:39.000Z","tags":["Ass","Bad sex","Blowjob","Character Development","Fantasy","Hobgoblin","Human","M/F","Orc","Penis","Plot Development","Sleazy Sex","Story Development","Trauma","embarrassment","rump"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2191350-something-to-pass-the-time","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBwjQAn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/70/98/7098009d-9428-4252-9ba3-59158a690113","description":"_In the aftermath of the Cyrodil tragedy, Stella is wasting away in a small town, drinking all that she can and fucking strangers. All to distract her from her mission from the gods._\n  \n\nThe pulse inside her head is getting bigger and harder to shrug off. How long can Stella hold out ignoring the gods?\n  \n\ni'm insecure about doing these serious chapters, but i am telling a story here and the plot demanded that i put in a plot development chapter with Stella dealing with the trauma of having two friends captured and barely escaping with her life.\n  \n  \n\n[Posted using PostyBirb](http://www.postybirb.com)","content":"[i]Stella was on the road to a mysterious temple when she and her companions arrived at Cyrodil, a city famous for its library, and saw the city besieged by a horrible army. Upon confronting the army's General Xarkof, two of Stella's companions were mutated into horrible demons and taken away. Stella only escaped at the mercy of the general.  \n  \nWith her companions gone and the trauma lingering in her soul, Stella resides in the nearby town of Wyverliy, unsure what to do and passing the time with debauchery.[/i]  \n  \n  \n  \nThe inn's upstairs hall had a short ceiling. Urklin wasn't a tall orc, but he could feel the hairs on his head rub up against the wood above, the occasional one caught on a loose nail. It smart but he didn't mind that much.  \n  \nStella took the lead, taking Urklin to her room. It was late in the evening but there was the sound of boisterous drinking coming from outside and sounds of pleasure coming from some other rooms. Stella didn't care, though.  \n  \nShe took the handle to her room and opened it. The room was dark and musty but what did she care. Before she even got to the bed she was taking off her shirt. Urklin was surprised: this human girl wanted to get [i]fucked[/i]!  \n  \nStella took off her bra and faced Urklin, facing the orc with her tits out-- her face with all the passion of a spilled bucket of water. Urklin got his tunic off and revealed his chubby orc body, his skin and grayish tone of green.  \n  \n\"You're excited!\" said Urklin, with a smile that showed off his tusks. \"I like that!\"  \n  \nStella faked a chuckle of amusement. Once Urklin was unwrapped his sash, Stella got to tinkering her belt while she kicked off her boots. Her pants were off before his. She lowered her underwear and turned to let the orc get a look of her ass.  \n  \nUrklin's dick flopped out. It wasn't as big as other orcs Stella had seen, and just comparing Urklin's dick got Stella thinking about that night with Lorf. [i]No,[/i] she couldn't think about that.   \n  \nStella got on the bed and Urklin climbed on it with her, rubbing down her legs while staring at her pussy and massaging the base of his cock. He smiled again-- were humans like that nowadays? So horny?  \n  \n\"Come on,\" said Stella. \"Stick it in.\"  \n  \n\"It's not hard yet,\" said Urklin.  \n  \n\"It'll get there?\" said Stella. \"Won't it?\"  \n  \nUrklin looked nervous, but then he climbed over Stella's body and took his half-erect cock inside-- or he did after a few failed poked. Once inside, he re-positioned his legs and got ready to thrust.   \n  \nFor a moment, they could hear the moans and groans of other inn-goers in the midst of fucking.  \n  \nThe orc got thrusting and Stella moaned. A semi-hard cock wasn't going to do a lot for the girl but she took the experience anyway. She had a chubby orc guy on top of her, as naked as she was. His body was in hers and the two were connected by the genitals.  \n  \nThe marble in her head-- the force that was in her head that was telling her where to go-- it was bothering her. Or trying to. It was hard to pay attention to a weird feeling in her skull when she was being crushed by a man's belly and being pierced by a cock.  \n  \nAh, there it was. The orc's cock got hard and Stella could feel it rub up against her pelvic bone.  \n  \nWas this even good sex? Stella couldn't tell, and she didn't care. All she wanted was a distraction.  \n  \nShe lost herself in it. Even if she didn't cum hard, it was a physical enough endeavor to consume her being. Urklin fucked her a few times until they both got tuckered out and went to bed, slapping a blanket on their naked sticky bodies and sharing a bed too small for the both of them.  \n  \n  \n  \nUrklin got up early. He had places to be. The marble inside Stella's head began to stir as soon as she awoke so as soon as Urklin got his clothes back on and left, Stella tried to get back to sleep.  \n  \nHow many hours passed? Stella didn't know. That town (what was its name again?) got loud at 9:00. Lots of clanks and shouting. And the smell that came in the window, it was headache-inducing. It was like all the charcoal ovens turned on at once. It reminded Stella of the razing at Cyrodil.  \n  \nStella wore the blanket like a cape and tucked her knees up to her breasts. She hated mornings.  \n  \nWhat day was it? Stella couldn't remember; not the day of the week nor how many days it had been since she was evacuated from Cyrodil and taken to that town. Wyverliy was the town's name, Stella remembered. She didn't know what to do so she stayed in town, spending all time she could at bars and finding guys to sleep with.  \n  \nAny shame for sleeping outside her own race went out the window when one was trying to ignore a pulse in one's head that gods put there. It was a ball-liking feel in her skull that awakened when she found out she was chosen by the gods.  \n  \nIt was getting worse, though. Each day it began to feel larger, like a sickness taking over her brain. She remembered a lesson from her academy days where they discussed the body of a dead man who had a fungus grow inside her skull and ended up killing him.  \n  \nStella clutched her blanket and rolled her head into a pillow. The ball inside her head was getting larger-- she could feel it... and it was starting to hurt.  \n  \nThe pressure from the \"marble\" pushed on her brain and skull and gave her a headache. Even if she lay perfectly still, the light sting of pressure baked in her head.  \n  \nShe lay there, stewing in misery for what felt like thirty minutes, then got up. It was time to look for something to do for the day, that was until bars opened.  \n  \nThe town of Wyverliy was a small town. Bigger than her hometown of Drecker, but still small enough that she could walk around the outside in about a half hour. She had quickly grown to hate walking around though. It gave her too much time to think.  \n  \nShe walked by a market where some grocers were setting up their wares and chatting. The grocers-- a trio of two humans and a hobgoblin-- stared at her as she walked by. They had seen her before, but never asked where she was from or what she was doing. Like other people around town, they labeled Stella a drifter.  \n  \nAs Stella walked the perimeter of the town, the marble in her head would change its direction towards the East. The marble was so thick, she felt her sinuses squeeze because of it.  \n  \nBut then Stella got thinking, what if it was just a sinus problem? What if it was not something the gods did at all? It could have been a coincidence that she developed the problem at the same time she was shone that she was branded by the gods. Maybe all she needed to do was flush her nose.  \n  \nStella walked the streets and looked for stray barrels of clear water, but couldn't find any. She would have to explore elsewhere.  \n  \n  \n  \nShe walked a road out of town and went to a woods with many trails intertangled in its trees. She kept her eyes out for any ponds. She saw some old logs decaying on the floor, she found a circle of stone that could have been used for a ritual or some children's play, but then she found a small puddle-- enough water to clear her nostrils.  \n  \nShe checked once again to make sure no one was watching and then leaned down to stick her nose in the water. She inhaled, making a splash with her suction, and let water flow down her nasal passages. It was uncomfortable, and the smell of water in her nose was odd, but she sprayed it out and coughed, water dripping down her face.  \n  \nIt might have cleaned her nostrils but the marble remained in her head. She groaned. Maybe what she needed was a lobotomy.  \n  \nShe wandered the town, looking like the loser that she felt she was. She went back to her inn for a while to see if a nap overcame her but she ended up laying in her bed for countless minutes.  \n  \nFinally, the bars opened. She looked inside her pockets to see she still had enough money to blow on booze. She took the coins she needed and went out to the town. The sun was still up, but what did she care?  \n  \nShe went to a tavern that had become her main drinking hole during her time at that place. The bartender Venmica, a hobgoblin lady about ten years older than Stella, looked at the wreck of a girl walking in the bar once again. The bartender sighed-- another night of this.  \n  \nStella ordered her first drink and got it down in no time at all. She got another drink and took her time with it. The girl was out of it, and not just because the sudden rush of alcohol, so the conversation she had with the bartender was in one ear and out the other. But it turned her attention away from the marble in her head, so Stella didn't care.  \n  \nThe alcohol settled on Stella and she was feeling a good buzz. The marble in her head felt smaller. It didn't bother her as much. She went to the corner of the pub and waited for an influx of men to come in.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe racial makeup of Wyverliy was a mix of humans, orcs, dwarves, hobgoblins and some goblins, at least that's what Stella figured from the occupants of the bar.   \n  \nShe let the night take off, keeping quiet and observing. The men had their drinks, got loud, got rowdy, and then Stella knew it was time to find someone. She spotted a hobgoblin man. He was Tetlou, a man with bright red skin with long black hair slicked back. He had a wide collar that showed off the top of his fit chest. Stella had her target.  \n  \nShe waited for the hobgoblin man to get up to get up to go to the washroom in the back. Stella walked up to linger at the end of the hall to the washrooms. She tried to not look conspicuous while she leaned against the doorway. Someone came up to her to check if she thought their was a line but she re-assured she wasn't waiting for the bathroom.  \n  \nWhen Tetlou came out, Stella smiled at him. He grinned back, licking the front of her teeth.  \n  \n\"Hi there,\" said Stella.  \n  \n\"Hey,\" said Tetlou. He would say a casual hello but the girl looked like she had something to say.  \n  \n\"Enjoying yourself?\" asked Stella.  \n  \nTetlou shrugged. \"As much as always.\"  \n  \nStella took his hand and rubbed his palm with her thumb. \"So what do you do around here?\"  \n  \nTetlou giggled nervously. He knew where [i]this[/i] was going.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe hobgoblin man suffered about three minutes of small talk before he got the picture and offered Stella to take him out back the tavern. They went down the hall and walked out a dingy wooden door to the alleyway outside. There were some trash cans and the setting sun made it hard to see all of the alleyways features.  \n  \nThey found a few crates by the tavern's brick walls and walked over there. They stared at each other for a moment. Tetlou had a small worry that there was something wrong with this girl, but her breath was rotten with the smell of alcohol so he didn't think he was making a mistake.  \n  \nThey kissed, and then Tetlou undid the strings on his jerkin. Out came his cock-- a nice meaty one although Stella saw that it was having trouble getting hard. She got down on her knees, her pants on the old alleyway floor, and took the member.  \n  \nShe licked the tip of it and Tetlou twitched. Stella took her palms to the sides of the shaft and got rubbing while her mouth danced with the tip of his cock. Tetlou clenched his fingers and straightened his legs.   \n  \nStella took the cock inside. She sucked, licked, and chewed the skin. Tetlou let out a loud moan. Maybe this girl was alright.  \n  \nThe cock was hard in no time. The hobgoblin man had a good 10 inches on him but Stella could only take four inches at a time. Tetlou wasn't disappointed. The human girl washed his cock like a washing machine.  \n  \nIn fact, he couldn't hold it anymore. Stella rubbed her lips down the length and the hobgoblin's tank let loose. He rubbed the base of his shaft to let the seed flow so Stella took her mouth away and got her hands on his shaft. She cranked him while he straightened like a pole and the hobgoblin fired white seed against the alley wall, splashing Stella's should with a whip of jism.  \n  \nStella was patient. She waited for Tetlou to get his hard back and once he was in the mood for something, with his dick still out of his pants, he walked up to Stella. \"Stand up.\"  \n  \nStella got up. \"Like this?\"  \n  \n\"Yes,\" said Tetlou. \"Turn around.\"  \n  \nWhatever. She was having fun. She faced her back to him. \"Ok?\"  \n  \nTetlou reached down and groped Stella's ass. The human girl was petite, but she had a nice petite ass! Tetlou giggled and bit his lip.  \n  \n\"You got a nice rump, little lady,\" said Tetlou, as he reached down to crank his cock. \"Mind showing it?\"  \n  \nStella undid her belt and lowered her pants and underwear. There it was, he shining ass out in the alley. Tetlou rubbed a hand down her cheek and Stella giggled. It was a tickle brush of fingers but it got her heart racing.  \n  \nTetlou leaned forward and put his cock inside. Stella winced and her face dropped to a dumb smile. Tetlou took his arms around her shoulders and got humping. Stella wasn't expecting anal sex but she could deal.  \n  \nThe two grunted and rustled against each other in a bout of backdoor pleasure. Those passing by the entrances to the alleyway could hear and even the two going at it. A bunch of drunken fools, those passersby would assume.  \n  \nTheir voices were loud enough to be heard across the block. Not distinctly but enough to wonder if a couple people were up to something. And up to something Stella and Tetlou were. After a bout of anal, Stella sat down on the crates and spread her legs. Tetlou put it inside and got poling.  \n  \nGee, thought Stella, hobgoblins weren't usually into fucking humans.  \n  \nThey had a few cums then Tetlou laced up his jerkin saying that he had a night to get on with before going back inside. Stella cleaned herself up with a rag, ditched it, and then went back inside.  \n  \n  \n  \nWhen Stella walked back into the bar, Venmica gave her a glare. The bartender knew what Stella was doing out there. Nothing unusual, but the hobgoblin lady felt like she should have given Stella nasty look anyway. Stella tried not to care but that look found its way into her security.  \n  \nThe night was still young though. She needed to find some more meat to play with. She stalked around the place, trying to find other guys-- a human male, a orc gentleman-- but no one was picking up. When she tried talking to Tetlou again while he chatted with friends, he was short with her. \"I'm talking with friends right now.\"  \n  \nStella ordered another glass of beer-- \"This is your last one\"-- and took it to the back corner. Maybe her charms were wearing off and she needed some assistance to get them back. She downed it quick and had to sit for a moment, feeling queasy from drinking that fast. The marble rolling around in her head didn't make things better.  \n  \nOnce the sickness subsided, she looked around again. There was a human man, Hylilde-- a man that Stella had gotten her hands on a few nights before. He was tall, built, and had a nice crop of hair. He looked like Stella's neighbor back home in Drecker.  \n  \nAfter a couple of his friends left the bar, he was left alone. Stella walked over and sat down at his table.  \n  \n\"Hey there,\" said Stella, not speaking loud enough to   \n  \n\"Oh, hi,\" said Hylilde. He tried not to raise his eyes.  \n  \nVenmica watched from the bar and wondered if she should intervene before this went anywhere, because she could tell this was going to end badly.  \n  \n\"Are you lonely?\" said Stella.  \n  \nHylilde raised his eyes and chortled. \"Not any more than usual.\"  \n  \n\"Did you want some company?\" said Stella.  \n  \nHylilde finished his glass of beer. \"Yes, company would be good.\" He looked over the girl. What a mess. \"But not just [i]any[/i] company.\"  \n  \n\"Awwww...\" said Stella, doing a bad attempt at sounding playful. \"I was hoping that we could do something [i]fun[/i].\"  \n  \nHylilde closed his eyes and concentrated. \"Not tonight. It was a bad idea before anyway.\" He opened his face and gazed at Stella. \"Why are you even here in Wyverliy?\"  \n  \nStella frowned. \"None of your damn--\" She sighed. \"Not really any reason.\" She tried to put on a seductive tone. \"Who cares why I'm here? As long as I'm here we can have some fun?\"  \n  \nThe girl reached across the table and touched Hylilde's hand. He snapped out of his seat and got up, staring down at Stella. \"I'm not going to fool around with you! I'm [i]married[/i].\"  \n  \nThe reaction was enough to get the attention of most other patrons. Stella had a lot of eyes on her and her reputation in town was apparent.   \n  \nVenmica sighed and walked over to Stella. \"Um... lady. What's your name?\"  \n  \nStella looked around and glamored a stoic eyebrow raise at the bar maiden. \"Why do you need my name?\"  \n  \n\"Who cares about your name then,\" said Venmica, sighing. \"I think it's time you left.\"  \n  \n\"Leave?\" said Stella. She wanted to argue, but knew that the bartender wasn't going to have any of her shit. She got up and the crowd watched her escort herself to the door. There was the urge to say something nasty, but she couldn't think of anything.  \n  \nShe walked out into the streets. The night air felt cool that evening. The sky seemed starless.  \n  \nMaybe it was the embarrassment, but Stella felt sick. Or it was the marble in her head. Her vision swam and her belly gurgled. She took to a wall feeling a cauldron boil inside her. It was gonna happen.  \n  \nStella heaved over and ejected three pints of beer onto the floor. She tried to cover up her groans and moans even if the splashing of her vomit wasn't going to be silent. The marble throbbed even harder when she threw up.  \n  \nShe coughed and got up, wiping her mouth. She looked at the puddle she left on the floor, wetness splashed on the side of the building. A present for the bitch that kicked her out of the place.  \n  \nFuck it, thought Starla. I'm going home. No more of this chosen by the gods shit.  \n  \nWith her stomach still gurgly and her head wobbling, Stella went back to her inn and went to her room, getting her things. She left the key on the inn's counter without officially checking out. After that she needed a wagon service. Where was the wagon service in that kind of town? She recalled a wagon depot out by the highway, but when she went there she realized it was a public wagon service but one meant for hauling mining equipment into the areas outside of town.  \n  \nThere was the highway, and she wanted to get out of that fucking town as quickly as she could. There wasn't a highway south out of Wyverliy, but the western road would curve down south if she followed it. That was her way out then.  \n  \nShe walked out the highway, heading west. The marble in her brain rolled to the back of her head. Ignore it, Stella told herself. Maybe it would give up eventually.  \n  \n  \n  \nSo Stella was back to footing it down roads. The night crickets chirped and owl hoots echoed across the sky. It didn't take long for her to regret leaving in the middle of the night-- dangers came out at night-- but she wanted out of Wyverliy as quickly as possible.  \n  \nHer legs grew tired as the moon hung overhead. Would she try to camp soon or keep walking? It wasn't a good idea for her to be roaming the highways so late at night. A part of her called to danger, though.   \n  \nWhy me? asked Stella. Why was I chosen? Am I chosen? Or is this just a big ruse?  \n  \nThe marble in the back of her head beat, but she pressed on even as it grew larger and violent.  \n  \n\"I'm not doing it,\" whispered Stella to the gods. \"Whatever you need me to do, find someone else. You're smart; figure it out.\"  \n  \nThe faces of Lorf and Sarlo flashed before her eyes. Two noble warriors-- or warriors anyway-- mutated into horrible beasts. Was that what was war? Was that what she would face if she was chosen for something? She had no reason to believe that the gods wanted her for anything but to go to a temple, but she had a feeling that if she went down the path the gods picked for her, it would end in tragedy.  \n  \n\"Why do you let people be hurt?\" said Stella, her voice raising. \"Why do you allow people to be killed?\"  \n  \nShe huffed out her nostrils like a furnace and clenched her fist. The anger of what happened boiled up inside her, and the guilt along with it. Those two warriors-- celebrated warriors of the Royal Army-- would have been fine if Stella never crossed paths with them. The blame was on her.  \n  \nA sob broke out of Stella, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She clasped a hand to her face and cried, her steps slowing down.  \n  \nThe journey had been wretched. Right from the start back in Drecker, she had suffered a series of misfortunes. Was the outside world such a horrible place?  \n  \nThe marble on her head was getting pretty big, and it began to vibrate. Stella screamed, fell to her knees, and clutched her skull.   \n  \n\"Oh my Gods,\" she said, hyperventilating. \"Oh my Gods, oh my Gods...\"  \n  \nWas her brain about to explode? Was she about to die? Her heart raced and her vision blurred. The sounds of the night, all the crickets and critters, got loud enough to hurt Stella's ears. She looked above and the sky glowed with a vicious light. Was she entering the afterlife?  \n  \n\"Please stop...\" said Stella. \"Please make it stop.\"  \n  \nIt felt like it was settling down for a second, but then the vibrating returned and shook her entire body. She felt like her whole body was about to shatter.  \n  \nHer breath burned like fire as she concentrated her last thoughts. Her parents, her time at the academy, Patros, and the warriors she journeyed with. Stella Darwin was about to die on a highway out of a shitty town in the countryside.  \n  \nThe pain got worse and Stella squirmed. She turned her head and the marble rolled around with her, but when Stella faced east and the marble rolled to the front of the head, the vibrating slowed. The roar of the wilderness quieted and the pain settled.  \n  \nShe got her breath for the time she could but as she kept facing east-- the direction the marble was pointing her in, the pain settled and the pressure on her skull faded. Her body's agitation simmered down and she could see properly again.  \n  \nThe crickets sounded normal. Nothing was around to harm her, it was all in her head.  \n  \nShe looked above. The sky was normal. All there was were stars above.  \n  \nShe looked back the way she came. That's where the marble was pointing her. That's where the gods told her to go.  \n  \n\"Ok!\" said Stella. \"[i]O-k-k-k![/i] I'll... do it.\"  \n  \nStella got up on shaky legs and got going back towards Wyverliy.   \n  \nHer knees shook as she walked. The drinking, the trauma, the marble and whatever had just happened to her; it was weighing on Stella. She had a tiny body and it was like she was lifting a statue.  \n  \nMaybe once I get to the temple, thought Stella, the gods will be through with me. Then I can go home and go back to my old life.  \n  \nHer whole body was vibrating. The bones in her arms, her eyes, her teeth. Everything except the marble. It had settled.  \n  \n\"I'm not the right woman for the job,\" said Stella, to no one.  \n  \nWith a heavy heart, Stella walked down the highway back to Wyverliy. She wouldn't be going home yet.   \n  \n--"}