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Falling in Trouble Written by Leo_Todrius and Trickster_D

The sound of the lunch period was unmistakable in any school. It was a time where laughter, boisterous chatting and freedom rang true. The cafeteria was full and the halls had become a migratory passage for people taking advantage of the moment of freedom between otherwise busy classes. It was a time of socializing, of fraternizing, of relaxing. It was a time that did not pass too quickly as young minds sunk into every moment, unaware that later life would let it all slip by too fast. Lunch was often the highlight of any student's day, but this was not the case for Asher Kline.

The young man navigated down the hall, brushing his dishwater blond hair out of his blue eyes. He had fair skin complemented by a loose fitting sky blue t-shirt and khaki cargo pants. His new growth green backpack hung low on his shoulders, loaded down with countless books, pencils, scrolls and samples from his runes class. Asher squeezed past a couple of the minotaurs on the wrestling team showing off their muscles, escaped the cloud of perfume the unicorn boys had put on and tried to steer clear of the musky, vaguely illegal scent coming from the lockers of some of the school's satyrs.

As Asher moved further and further away from the cafeteria, the hallway grew more sparsely populated until it was just him. The brown linoleum floors had seen better days, cracked but well polished. The dull tan lockers were bent and battered but the locks were well tended to and enchanted. The foreign language rooms were dark, abandoned until the late afternoon finally arrived. The young man felt the pressure ebb from him. There was no pressure to talk, to chat, to come up with anything in common... No pressure to struggle with what everyone else managed to do naturally, while he only excelled at the academics.

Asher turned the corner and made it the short way to the most remote bathroom in the building. The school was over a hundred years old, and while many portions had been renovated and updated, the south side bathroom was barely turn of the century. As a result, it wasn't often frequented. For Asher, that was a blessing. He pushed the door open and headed toward one of the stalls, pausing to look at his own reflection in the ten foot wide mirror. He looked at how ordinary he looked, how plain, how unremarkable - how human.

His blue eyes fell down to the floor as he moved, opening the toilet stall. He reached for his backpack to hang it up, but something didn't seem right. The water in the toilet was rippling... Asher leaned over the edge and looked in, his eyes widening in shock. It wasn't just rippling, it was bubbling. The bubbling increased and suddenly the water level shot up. Asher spun around and darted for the stall door as the water came flooding over the sides of the toilet - and every other toilet in the room. It splashed across the tile floor and spread outward as the sink pipes rattled and water exploded out from beneath the knobs and faucet, the fixtures shattering.

The water was rising quickly, soaking into Asher's white tennis shoes. The sprinklers over head started going off, the pressure change causing an alarm to go off. Asher thought about all his homework, the ancient scrolls and even the rune samples in his backpack. He had to get them out before they were too soaked. He reached the door and threw it open, allowing the flood to escape into the hall. Asher stumbled out onto the slicker surface, trying to remain upright, focusing on his feet - at least until he saw two huge hooves in front of him.

Asher's eyes slowly rose, following the transition from brown, well worn hooves to thick curly black fur, then shiny black nylon basketball shorts and the bright red tucked in polo shirt. Two glassy black eyes stared at the human from behind large glasses that rested on the minotaur's muzzle, his horns arched high into the air. Asher trembled gently, the cold of the water soaking him to the bone... but the situation also had him trembling. The coach was the only teacher at the school that didn't love him. Asher always felt awkward around him.

"Kline, what is the meaning of this?" The gym teacher questioned.

"I was just trying to go to the bathroom..." Asher murmured. There was a chortle of laughter from some of the satyr boys at the other end of the hallway.

"And you just flushed too many times, is that it?" Coach questioned. Asher shook his head quickly.

"No, no sir... I - it was already bubbling when I got in there, it came out of everything all at once..." Asher said earnestly. The coach slowly crossed his furry, muscled arms across his very fit chest.

"So something like a current spell, then?" Coach asked. Asher considered his studies.

"That might work, or a reversal curse..." Asher said.

"I see, sounds like you've been doing a lot of thinking about this." Coach growled.

"What? No, I was just trying to figure out how-" Asher was interrupted.

"You can do some more thinking about it in detention... Two hours, after school, every day this week!" Coach shouted. Asher's skin went pale, his heart skipped several beats and the air escaped his lungs.

"But I didn't... I... Not me..." Asher murmured.

"Two weeks, Mister Kline!" The coach shouted. Asher felt even more weak in the knees, nearly wobbling there.

"But coach, why would I do this?" Asher whispered. The coach let out a knowing huff.

"Maybe you're tired of being the straight A student, of showing off how much smarter you are than everyone... But I don't care. You're the only person that uses this bathroom, no one else saw anyone move in our out. I advise that you do not argue this case any further unless you are interested in three weeks of detention. Do I make myself clear?" Coach asked.

Asher was too overwhelmed to speak. He gave two weak head nods before he started trudging off down the hall. The coach pushed the door open and began moving his hands, blue light leaking out of his palms. The flow of water out of the bathroom began to slow and stop, but for Asher everything had stopped. His spotless record, his trouble free life. It had all ended in a moment, accused of something he didn't do... but two weeks was better than three, and it would give him time to figure out who had framed him. It was all he had left.

****

The school had gone quiet. Classes had ended for the day, the rooms were empty and most of the students had gone home. A few remained behind for sports, a few for the AV Club... and then there was detention. Asher came to a stop outside of room 103, a room he'd never even thought of before. It was out of the way, under used and not well taken care of... and it was where detention was held every day.

Asher's hand reached out and turned the old knob until the door clicked and creaked as it eased open. He reluctantly passed over the threshold and pulled the door shut behind him, hearing it click. It was like a cell door closing on a prison cell... and it truly was. A shimmering orange light passed over the door, magically enchanting it to remain shut until the prescribed amount of time had passed. Asher turned and looked back at the room, taking a slow breath - and then coughing.

Dust and must and chalk had filled his lungs. The room smelled awful, stuffy and grimy. The windows on the far side of the room were oddly high and yellowed, changing the color of the afternoon light filtering in. The light came down across twenty retired school desks. The wood was chipped and cracked, the paint on the metal peeling. It was as if all the neglect and age of the school had been shoved into one room, out of the sight of everyone else.

"Oh. A fellow inmate. Great," a gruff yet strangely suave voice snarked from a dark corner of the room. Asher turned, feeling trepidation in his heart as he met eyes with another soul cursed with detention. A slight chill went down Asher's spine as red irises met his gaze, shining in the midst of shadows. "Who sent ya here?" the voice asked.

"The... the Coach," Asher stammered. He had expected to come across other students sent to detention, certainly the school had enough trouble makers, but it was still a novel experience. The owner of the voice let out a disgruntled sigh.

"I hate that fucker. He behaves like he's hot shit and the school belonged to him, but I saw him getting screwed in his office by one of those faggy unicorn boys while he moaned like a filthy cow..." The creature in the shadows clicked his tongue in dismay, and Asher could hear the tiny metal tingle of a piercing. "Fuckin' disgusting." Asher stood there for a moment in complete and utter shock that something like that would happen. Surely teachers were too moral to have relations with their students. It had to be some sort of lie. Still, Asher's first order of business was surviving detention and the best way to do that was to get along with his 'cell mate'.

"W-well, I'm Asher. Asher Kline." He introduced himself, slowly lowering his backpack to the floor. The other student finally stepped out of the darkness and the human immediately recognized the species he belonged to. Standing before him was the only goblin in the whole school. The green-skinned young man was unusually tall for a member of his species: he was at least 5 feet 11, and that was without taking into consideration the height reached by the pointed tip of his big triangular ears; as it was custom for the goblin race, his lobes were adorned with big piercings: more specifically a large black stud with an exquisitely traced runic symbol shining in a faint mint-green gleam in his right ear, and a wide and thick silver hoop in his left lobe; a twin of the ring hung from his septum, just under his large and prominent nose.

His eyebrows were perfectly shaped, just a thin smooth line of black above his intense scarlet eyes; his hair, however, were much wilder, and tied into an apparently unkempt but stylish ponytail by what looked like a steel ring. Even the facial hair on his chin looked messy but in a deliberate way: a soft, fluffy dark goatee that hugged the bottom part of the goblin's face, giving him both a manlier look and a certain devilish quality.

His choice of clothing was if possible even more garish and outrageous: he was wearing a thick red leather vest with the first two buttons left open, showing a generous amount of wiry chest fur and the pale glint of a couple of nipple piercings; his defined arms - covered in hard, sparse hair - were likewise left bare so that the goblin could show his impressive set of tats: geometric shapes, runes and symbols chased each other all over the green skin from the back of his hands up to the shoulders, traced in thick yet elegant black lines; his wrists were hugged by multiple leather and silver bracelets, and a pair of matching bulky rings encircled the first phalanx of his middle fingers. His black denim pants, ripped at the knees, were kept in place by a heavily studded leather belt with a huge silvery buckle shaped like the skull of some feral beast.

Asher expected to be scared, to be terrified, uncertain what to do - and yet the feeling he felt caught him by surprise. There was a momentary pang... of envy. The feeling alone was enough to shock Asher. It didn't make any sense. He never would have gotten a tattoo in a thousand years. It interfered with getting a job, changed how people thought of you... and the piercings? Asher was afraid of needles after all - so why did he feel envious? But being the kind of student he was, Asher soon came up with an answer for that as well. He envied that this goblin was able to make such a statement with his look, that he was so distinct and stood out... that he was so unforgettable.

The goblin flashed the young human a killer smile, showing an impressive set of yellowish pointy fangs, and held out a right hand tipped with black claws.

"Name's Xavren, nice to meet ya." He rummaged with his free hand in a pocket of his vest and fished out a roll-up and a heavy-looking and stocky Zappo. "D'you mind if I smoke, pal?"

"Uh-" Asher murmured. It was his first challenge. Smoking wasn't allowed on school grounds, it could even be why Xavren was in detention in the first place. Asher's inclination was to resist, to point out the rules, even to go tell someone - but there wasn't anyone to tell. The room was sealed, there was no supervision and he was trapped with his detention partner. Co-existence was key. Asher just hoped the smoke wouldn't make him cough too much. He gave a meek smile, "Sure, go ahead..." He said, brushing his blond hair out of his eyes again.

Xavren looked down at his still outstretched right hand, seemed to realize no one had shaken it and shrugged. "Well, thanks, man," he murmured, sticking the hand-made cigarette between his green lips and opening the Zippo to reveal a strangely vibrant, almost violet small flame. The goblin inhaled deeply and then let out a cloud of dense, acrid smoke that swirled around him as it had a will of its own; his eyes narrowed in a sly expression, and he waved the lit cigarette under Asher's nose.

"Wanna try, Ash? It's fuckin' great." The green humanoid took a deep breath, his large nostrils expanding and capturing some of the smoke. "It's my secret recipe, y'know? Makes everything so clear, so vivid... Damn." Xavren let himself fall on the nearest chair, panting slightly. Ash's eyes widened almost in fear at that comment.

"It isn't just like... normal stuff?" He asked a bit hesitantly. Xavren snickered and puffed another mouthful of smoke; it had a strong and a bit pungent aroma, with a hint of sandalwood.

"It depends on what you consider 'normal', Ash," the goblin explained, letting the cinder of his cigarette fall on the dirty, dusty floor of the detention room. Asher gave a slight nod at that, still feeling far out of his league.

"So, uh, what are you in for?" he asked, moving to set his backpack down on one of the seats, safely tucked in behind the desk as he looked around at the room he'd be spending a lot more time in. He could smell traces of the smoke, the scent tugging at his awareness, his lungs tingling and stinging a bit from the mild exposure. Xavren raised his scarlet eyes to the ceiling, staring at the patch of black, moist-looking fungal organism that had claimed one of the top corners of the room.

"Heh, who knows. Apparently, everything I do in this school is wrong for some reason... 'You can't smoke during lessons!' 'You can't harass other students!' 'You can't blackmail the members of the teaching body!'" Xavren snorted and spit a ball of dark green, sticky phlegm on the floor, where it splattered like lime jelly. "Well, you know what? Fuck you all! Just because I'm the only goblin in this school, everyone feels entitled to pick on me." He didn't sound angsty or sad, but more like supremely pissed off. "It's unusual they send someone else here nowadays, since I'm basically stuck inside this fucking room 24/7... Guess they don't want me to be a bad influence on other students." The goblin exhaled more fragrant smoke, the point of his majestic ears twitching slightly.

Asher was left staring at the phlegm on the floor, feeling that strange, out of place envy again. It seemed even more unexpected now since his subconscious seemed to be envious of producing such strange, alien substances. He blushed slightly and looked up at the goblin, his brain trying to catch back up with what had been said. As he processed the words, he felt a pang of guilt at Xavren getting the raw end of the deal for being the only one of his kind.

"Yeah, it can suck pretty bad. I hate how many cliques there are, I mean we're all here to learn-" Ash paused, looking at Xavren, "Or because we have to be... There's no reason to make it more complicated. I mean the unicorns don't even let the fairy boys hang out with them even though, well, you know..." Asher trailed off. Xavren glanced at the human teenager before letting out a raucous yet amused laughter.

"Yeah, the unicorns and their fucking standards. I mean, once upon a time they only cared about virgins, and now they're still behaving high and mighty even if they are all a bunch of sluts."

"I guess it's just the hormones or something... High school can be hard for a lot of people." Asher said, feeling as if he was getting the ball rolling. Talking about other students and finding common ground seemed to be an effective strategy. Xavren grinned again, and this time his expression looked more sincere.

"You seem a nice guy, for a human," he said, before his eyes went wide. "Oh, fuck, I just did the very same thing... I'm sorry, man, I didn't want to sound disrespectful. To be honest, I'm glad you're here." Xavren's pierced ears twitched again, while his expression became a bit more somber. "Bein' alone is awful sometimes, y'know."

"Oh I know... I think I've put a lot of research into that. Not intentionally of course." Ash murmured with a trace of bitterness. Xavren nodded; he looked serious and focused on the matter at hand now.

"Wanna talk a bit with ol' Xavren here? We have some time to spend together, and I'm all ears... Quite literally." The goblin flashed the human teenager a friendly smile: despite his outrageous style and his thuggish face, he seemed quite approachable. Ash gave a soft smile at that.

"I know it may sound... racist, but your ears are really cool." Asher murmured. The goblin laughed heartily at that.

"What d'ya mean, racist? The ears are the pride and joy of any goblin worthy of their name! If anything, I'm happy at that!" Xavren's fangs glistened in the faint light of the room. "Say, wanna touch them? Not to brag or anything, but they feel quite good."

"That wouldn't be like... weird or anything?" Ash asked, feeling oddly excited but quite weird. Xavren shook his head, his ponytail bouncing against his shoulder.

"Not at all, Ash. Goblins always touch their friends' ears. It's our way to bond, y'know. Like you humans shaking hands, or the fairies doing that weird shit with the dust of their wings."

"Well, as you saw I'm not very good with the handshake thing either, but..." Ash trailed off again, approaching the other teenager. He felt embarrassed and foolish, but he reached up slowly, bringing his thumb and forefingers to both of Xavren's ears. He gently began to feel them a bit, giving slow massaging motions with his fingers. He grinned a bit, "They're so big..." he murmured, following the slope and contour as the ears swept back from his head, sticking out well beyond his skull. The goblin seemed pleased by the treatment, and even let out a noise that sounded like a half-moan.

"Damn, Ash, you're good at that!" he grinned at him. "Y'know, it's a real pity you humans have such tiny ears... I think you'd all look better if they were a bit bigger and pointier, don't you think so?"

"Well, if they were pointier, yeah... But if they were just bigger we'd look like freaks. Then again, if they were pointy we'd be elves... I don't think I can keep up with all their social commitments." Asher smirked, massaging Xavren's ears deeper. The goblin grinned back.

"And yet you seem to like my ears a lot, my friend..." His face shifted into a thoughtful expression. "How 'bout the rest of me, Ash? Do you like what ya see?" Xavren shifted position a bit, his left bicep bulging to show his wiry muscles and impressive tats. "We goblins ain't half bad, huh?" Asher looked at Xavren for a long moment, his eyes glinting with moisture. Xavren soon realized something was terribly wrong.

"You guys are great, I wish there were more of you in the school... But I should probably get to this whole detention thing." Asher murmured, moving to take a seat. His shoulders slunk and he thought again how boring he was, how no one would ever want to play with his ears, how unremarkable he was as a whole; some seconds later, though, he could feel a heavily tattooed arm circling around his shoulder.

"Ash, dude, I'm... so fucking sorry. Didn't mean to make ya upset." From the tone of his voice, Xavren sounded really concerned and worried. His green skin and the red leather he donned gave off a pleasant but intense smell, musky and a tad sweaty. "Lemme try and understand what's the problem... Is it about what ya said before? The fact that you're spending too much time alone, the fact that nobody notices ya?"

"Sort of, I guess, but... I don't know, it's more than that. I'm only good at school, but no one cares about that. It isn't as cool as a car or magic or rituals or anything." Ash said.

Xavren caressed Asher's shoulder with his strong, clawed hand. There was nothing erotic in that gesture: if anything, he looked like an older brother trying to console and comfort a younger sibling. "If my opinion can count, I think that you're awesome, man. I mean, look at me, I'm the only goblin in this fucking school and everyone seems bent on making my life a living hell... But you? You didn't care. You just..." The goblin gulped. Despite his tough facade, he seemed close to tears. "Damn, Ash, you're the first person here who wanted to touch my ears... You can't even begin to understand how something like that is important for a goblin."

"I'm... really glad that I could make that much of a difference with something so simple. I mean, who wouldn't want to touch them?" Ash smiled gently. The goblin gave him a small smirk.

"What if we make a deal, Ash? You'll keep me company here for the duration of your detention, and I'll do something for you in return... A do ut des, as Latins would call it. I can make you a honorary goblin, teaching you our traditions and stuff." His smile widened, becoming once again friendly and open. "I'll even rub your ears. I mean, they may be tiny, but I think they're quite cute... So? Deal?"

"A honorary goblin?" Asher asked in shock at that, his eyes drifting to the wood of the table for a moment of thought before they darted back up, gazing into Xavren's eyes with the most intense hope the goblin had ever seen. Ash swallowed a bit, "It won't make anyone mad, right? A human... doing goblin stuff? I don't want to offend anyone or get you in trouble." Xavren snickered again at that.

"Nah, don't sweat it. I mean, I'm the only goblin around, right? Having someone who can understand me a bit would be great, believe me. And, y'know, we can also help each other studying." The green humanoid shrugged a bit at his last words. "I may not look the part, but I have the top grades in my class... So yeah, you can be a good student and still look like me, Ash!" Xavren concluded his brief explanation with an encouraging smile. Asher blushed again sharply.

"I'm sorry, I... I have so much to learn about everything... and-and-" Asher paused, "Can I touch your beard?" he murmured in surprise. Xavren looked back at the human with his red eyes wide.

"My beard? That's more of a dwarf thing, but... sure! Give it a good scratch!" The goblin raised his head, showing the fluffy goatee that adorned his chin.

"Don't get me started on the dwarves... I got so jealous in middle school when they started getting their full beards." Ash groaned, though he started to smile as he reached out and traced his fingers around the goatee, then combed them through it, giving it several good strokes before grinning a bit in happy embarrassment. Xavren, as if he wanted to reciprocate, raised a green clawed hand and brushed his fingers on the smooth cheeks of the human.

"Well, at least goblin girls don't get beards, unlike female dwarves!" He exclaimed. "But you're not half bad, too, Ash... Your skin is so soft, feels very nice..." The goblin murmured in a dreamy tone. It wasn't clear how much of it was ascribable to the "special mixture" he had smoked some minutes ago, though.

"It's nothing that special..." Ash said softly, "But maybe I'll be more interesting once you teach me what I need to know to hang out with the goblin boys." Xavren narrowed his eyes in a crafty expression; his thumb caressed the contour of Asher's lower lip for a moment.

"Oh, yeah... I'll teach you a lot, don't worry. In the meantime, though... Would you want a first taste of goblinhood, Ash?"

"What's it a taste of?" Ash asked. He was still quite nervous about breaking through the rigid barriers he'd built around himself, but at the same time he had more hope than he ever had before. Xavren lowered his face a bit towards Asher's and let out a long, contented sigh; his breath, full of smoky and pleasantly intense undertones, titillated the human's nostrils.

"Well... Let me show ya..." Xavren pulled Asher's head closer, and planted a gentle yet very passionate kiss on his lips. His green, dexterous tongue slithered inside Asher's maw and savored the sweeter and fainter taste of the drool of the human. Asher's eyes went wide, but... the shock wasn't enough to disrupt the process. For the first time in his entire life, interacting with someone else felt so natural and right.

Ever so slowly Ash closed his eyes, his lips returning the favor. His heart thumped in his chest like a hummingbird's, but his face was almost serene. The kiss deepened and intensified as Ash's craving for interaction came out. He slurped and suckled, getting used to the intensely flavored saliva he was swapping. It smelled of smoke and aged meat, of spice. It was an experience of itself, but there was also that amazing tongue to deal with.

Xavren managed to smile despite the make-out session becoming progressively more and more intense; his pierced tongue caressed its twin expertly, every caress of its dexterous tip sending shivers of pleasure through Ash's mouth and palate. The human boy was responding to the kiss in a unexpectedly receptive way, and the goblin was more than happy to provide him an experience to remember. His hands went down, caressing Asher's neck, then his shoulders and finally the upper part of his back through the fabric of his shirt.

Asher clung to Xavren even tighter, wrapping his arms around the small of his back, leaning in. He sucked on that tongue and played with the piercings, explored the goblin's mouth and all his sharp teeth. His breaths were fast, shallow, heated. He was mesmerized, transfixed by this experience. For the first time in his life, someone wanted to be with him.

After long, hot and passionate minutes Xavren broke the kiss with the tiniest groan escaping his lips. His red eyes stared at the young human in front of him: he looked so happy and yet so vulnerable at the same time...

"So... Did you like your first taste of goblinhood, Ash?" he asked in a sly voice. "D'you want another lesson already?" he added, one of his hands going down to caress the massive buckle on his belt.

"I-I... I've never had anything so wonderful in my life... But did I do okay?" Ash whispered, looking into Xavren's eyes for approval. He felt like he might swoon. Xavren showed him his fangs in a toothy grin.

"You did great, Ash! Seriously, you're like a natural kisser or something. And I'm really glad you enjoyed it... Y'know, us goblins are more... open in that regard than the humans. In our gangs, it's a tradition for the members to kiss each other... And do much more." Xavren gave Asher a lewd wink, while his free hand slithered to caress the side of the human, just mere inches from the curve of his butt cheek.

"Really? I mean... Like... without being in a relationship?" Asher asked in surprise, not pulling away from the caress. The goblin nodded.

"Really. It's our way to bond to each other, to feel a deep connection and be part of the same clan, of the same extended family." The smile on the green boy's face intensified. "Although, if it's a relationship you want, I guess I could be your mate. What d'you think? I'm sure being the boyfriend of the only goblin in the school will make you stand out quite a bit..."

"Wait... I mean... Oh my god, I'm honored, but... Why would you want me?" Ash whispered softly, "I'm... just me." Xavren pulled once again the boy closer and kissed him, but this time it was more like the sweet gesture of a lover, the fleeting encounter of two hot sets of lips.

"That's why I want you, Ash. Because you are you. You're the first one who touched my ears since I came to this school. You may look like a human, but you're a real goblin at heart..."

"Timid, uncertain and over-achieving? If that's the case, they've been really misrepresented in the media." Ash chuckled. Xavren just ruffled the human's hair.

"I was thinking more something on the lines of smart, open-minded and always eager to try new things, to be honest!"

"Eager... Willing. I hope I'll be good at it, I don't want this to stop. Almost makes me wish I'd pressed the issue and got a third week of detention from Coach." Ash admitted. The goblin shrugged.

"You could start behaving like a very bad boy... I'm sure your detention will magically become longer..." His tongue darted outside his mouth and left a moist, almost slimy trail on the smooth side of Asher's neck. Asher gasped softly, panted and his eyes half closed at the lick.

"I don't know if I have it in me, I've never been bad... The only time I was grounded, I asked my parents to ground me so I wouldn't have to go outside..." Asher moaned. Xavren smiled at that, at that naive and almost disconcerting display of innocence.

"You are so pure, Ash... So gentle and kind. That's why I'll have to teach you how a real goblin should behave." His dexterous fingers worked on his belt buckle, then on the zip of his pants. "And if you don't have it in you, I guess I should give you a dose of pure goblin juice..."

"Is it alcoholic?" Ash asked, nieve even in the subtle arts of masculine seduction.

"No, just a bit salty," Xavren replied. "But I can guarantee you that you will love it. Now get on your knees and get ready to taste some goblin meat." Ash's eyes went very wide at that as everything clicked. He swallowed a bit, but oral was safer than anal, and he didn't want to disappoint Xavren in the slightest. Beyond that, the fact that anyone wanted him sexually was beyond his wildest fantasies. Ash looked around quickly.

"Here?" he murmured. The goblin shrugged.

"Why not? We are locked inside here for at least another hour, and some good ol' sex is the best time for two goblin buddies to pass the time." Another smile bloomed on his green, masculine face. "Don't worry, though... Just do what comes natural to you, Ash. If you don't wanna, we'll think of something else, 'kay?"

There was no verbal response, but Asher leaned in and nuzzled Xavren's groin, pressing his nose against the pants before his hands came up to start working at his fly as well, trying to open it up with his novice hands. Xavren gently pushed the clumsy fingers away.

"Easy, buddy. Let me," he unzipped his pants and stuff his clawed fingers inside what looked like a skimpy leather thong. Ash was a bit surprised at that and reached over, tracing his fingers along the smooth surface experimentally, perplexed by the mere choice in material, let alone what it held.

Finally, Xavren managed to fish his member out; it was green, of course, and uncut, although the big and swollen head was visible and throbbing, of a decidedly darker shade; even if it still wasn't completely erect, it was already seven inches long and a bit more than two inches thick. It looked almost like a human dick, and at the same time there was something decidedly alien and fascinating in its shape and in the way it was pulsating while slowly filling itself with goblin blood.

Ash gazed at the rod with his jaw hanging slightly open, his eyes almost transfixed. The goblin cock was so alien to him, so foreign and unique and beautiful and handsome. The color was so dark, the flesh so tangible. Asher leaned in, his pink tongue darting out of his mouth, sliding up the tip where the foreskin left only a hint of its inner contents. Ash gasped as the flavor before licking his lips slowly, looking up at Xavren. The goblin stared back with a pleasured and horny gaze in his eyes; his ears looked if possible even bigger than before, as if they were spreaded wings.

"You like my dick, Ash? Bet you do. Let's do it the goblin way, then..." The clawed fingertips of the creature wrapped around the small, hot and red ears of the young human and started massaging them. "Yeah..." the goblin murmured in a dreamy tone. Asher had to suppress a mystified smirk at that, feeling a little out of place, but the task ahead was certainly clear enough. He closed his eyes and leaned in, nuzzling the cock before he tightened his lips. As he advanced his head, his lips pushed the foreskin back, revealing more of the goblin's cock head.

Ash began to suck and slurp, his tongue teasing the slit at the tip, wetting it all down with saliva. He hoped he wasn't being clumsy, that he was doing it alright... and the thought that he was doing it at all was exhilarating. His own human shaft was getting stiff in his pants, but he didn't dare focus on anyone but Xavren. This was his new friend, his first friend in high school. He wanted everything to go perfectly. The goblin, on the other hand, was still focused on his strange yet very methodical - as if it was some sort of ancient ritual - massage on his partner's ears; they were tiny, and a bit harder to work on than goblin's ears, but he didn't care.

"Fuck yeah," he murmured, a drop of drool escaping from a corner of his mouth. "Suck my cock..." Asher was clearly inexperienced in the arts of servicing other men, but compensated that with his youthful energy and ardor; his desire to please his partner was crystal clear, and the goblin couldn't help but appreciate such an enthusiasm. Encouraged by Xav, Asher sucked harder and deeper, taking more of the cock into his mouth.

The green shaft slid over his flat teeth and his tongue as the blond boy started bobbing his head forward and back, sucking harder and more intently. His hand reached out to start massaging Xavren's balls as he sucked, trying to heighten the pleasure all the more. The goblin bared his pointed teeth and lifted his face towards the dirty ceiling.

"D-damn... You really are a natural talent..." he growled. His fingers kept touching and pulling gently the ears of the human; the rune engraved in the plug decorating his right lobe shone of a more intense emerald green, and the goblin felt a jolt of energy departing from the black metal and travelling down right to his fingertips. As if they were made of silly putty, Xav could feel the ears of the human boy softening and deforming a bit, becoming a bit longer and getting decidedly pointed tips; they didn't look like goblin ears, of course, not even elvish ones... but they certainly weren't human anymore.

Unaware of the change, only sensation, Asher moaned deeply. The vibrations saturated Xavren's cock as the human bobbed his head quickly, sucking the cock in deeper. He was dedicated and focused, intent on pleasure. It was almost as if Xavren could feel the human's devotion pouring into his very soul; the goblin smiled at that, and tried to stimulate his new boyfriend's ears even more, as if he was trying to make him cum just by caressing and massaging his head.

"G-get ready for some good goblin juice, Ash..." he murmured. "I'm not gonna last long, not with a talented cocksucker like you slurping me dry like that..." It wasn't clear how much of that compliment was honest and how much was a way to make the human boy feel better with himself and his still uncertain and clumsy skills, but from the tone of his voice the goblin sounded quite sincere.

Ash clenched his eyes even tighter and decided to try and drive Xavren over the edge. He wanted to be this Goblin's boyfriend, or at his very least some sort of sexual pet. The idea of them doing this every detention filled him with ellation. Asher gave it all he could, burying his face in Xavren's deep forest of pubic hair, his lips and tongue still going at it. Xavren could feel the back of the human's throat against his cock head - and a rather miraculous lack of gagging from the human as well. It was almost as if it was meant to be. The realization was too much for him, and the goblin could feel his ball churning, ready to unload their content.

"H-here it comes!" he let out a scream that quickly became a deep moan as his dick unleashed spurt after spurt of hot goblin cum right down Ash's throat. The human couldn't see it, but the fluid was very different than human sperm: viscous and light green, it streamed slowly down to his stomach where it collected and started radiating a faint yet perceivable warmth. The orgasm lasted for at least a minute, before the intense spasm of Xavren's shaft subsided. "F-fuck yeah..." he murmured, looking down at Asher. He immediately noticed his brand new pointed ears and smiled at the show: yeah, that was a look more fitting for the boyfriend of a goblin. "That was the best blowjob I had in a while. Keep going like that and you'll be a true honorary goblin in no time..."

"I'm so glad... I... I didn't want..." Asher's attention drifted and once more he lodged his head around the cock and resumed suckling, sucking down the cock juice like he was milking a cow's teat with his mouth. He drank the green semen, almost feeling it squirming around in his stomach. It felt exquisite to the young human. Xavren, however, forced the boy up with gentle yet firm gestures; he wanted to examine his flushed face more closely, see if other, maybe subtler, changes had occurred to him.

"I want to give you a prize..." he murmured, before his pierced tongue plunged deeper into the mouth of the human. He felt so attracted towards that naive and innocent teenager, towards his eagerness, his desire for more and his devotion... And couldn't wait to twist his body and maybe his mind a bit more. Asher reached up and grabbed onto Xavren's ears, massaging them with a sudden and surprising skill, caressing every contour, rubbing the softer flesh and tracing the firmer cartilage. He tried to press his body as tightly as he could against the goblin, feeling profoundly amazing.

Xavren brushed the sides of Asher's face with his fingers, his thoughts fast and straight as arrows as his tongue and lips serviced the human. He wanted the changes to last for the whole duration of the detention period, he wanted to enjoy the slow transformation of his partner... But he still could do something more for that day. A flicker in his mind, nothing more than a mental command, and the rune emblazoning his big plug shone again; Xav caressed the teeth inside Asher's mouth with his green tongue, focusing especially on the canines and sensing them evolve into true fangs, short but pointed and deadly. At the same time, he planted an input inside the mind of the impressionable teenager: the urge to dress in a more outrageous way, the desire to be noticed by others, and even the smallest hint of arrogance.

"Fuck..." Asher moaned, breaking the kiss with a deep gasp and then panting before he looked down... and started to blush. The entire crotch of his pants was darkening, wet, soaking through with human semen. Ash's blush grew brighter and he started to tremble with intense embarrassment, wondering if he had screwed up, if Xavren would think him too juvenile. He'd felt so good from the kiss, so empowered by being with the goblin that his mere presence had brought him to orgasm. Asher waited for the fallout from his terrible mistake, wondering if it would all end now. The look on Xavren's face, though, was of supreme delight; he massaged one of his hands over the wet fabric and brought the fingers to his large nose, inhaling with gusto.

"Damn, human cum smells sweeter!" he exclaimed, looking at his partner with a sly grin.

"But goblin cum is better... It's like a big steak dinner, so savory." Asher murmured, licking his lips again, smiling with great relief that Xavren wasn't mad.

A sudden click came from the door, and a shimmering light - this time light blue - was emanated from the wood. "Your time's up, Ash," Xavren murmured. He sounded disappointed, but there was also a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "You better go... I'm stuck here for another hour at least."

"Well... It'd be rude of me if I didn't make it easier to pass the time." Asher offered with the first sly smile of his own.

****

The morning flood of students had started for a new school day. They poured in from the school buses, fanning off in various directions to find their group. Some had gotten dropped off on the earliest buses, others were arriving by car. It was almost like a zoo of adolescence, a wholly complete and dynamic ecosystem. That ecosystem had already been disrupted. The double red doors parted and a young man entered. He was unaccompanied, but eyes were drifting his direction.

Standing at five foot ten, his height wasn't that far out of the ordinary... but that was where normalcy stopped. He had on expensive designer skate shoes, the black leather contrasted by neon green laces and lettering. His pants were a rough, stark denim. His black belt had metal pyramid studs and a belt buckle depicting a satyr skull... but the most striking part of all had to be his jacket. The sleeves and hood were black leather, but the back and chest were a rich forest green leather that stood out almost as much as his shoelaces.

The entire look was dark and cutting edge, stylish and a complete contrast to his styled blond hair. Normally shaggy, it was worked up with gel and product into a fauxhawk. The crest started small at his bangs and worked around the slope of his skull, the school lights and early morning sun showing off the sun bleached highlights and the darker sandy color roots. With his hair styled, the young man's faintly pointed ears were easy to see and an enigma themselves. They weren't quite human, nor were they elf.

Asher moved down the hallway with as much swagger as he could manage. He was feeling prouder than usual, more confident... But not because of the other students. He had left school and had the striking realization that he wanted to look nice for his boyfriend... His boyfriend. The very concept seemed so alien and so amazing. Asher's heart fluttered. There was someone out there that was his, someone that he belonged to. For Xav and Xav alone he'd adjusted his look. It had been rather easy after having years of payment for his good grades and nothing to spend it on.

"Who is that?" An elf murmured from down the hall.

"Is he new?" A minotaur asked, inhaling gently.

"If he is, maybe Coach will let me show him around." A unicorn boy grinned before he was slapped in the chest.

"Dream on, he's too cool for your crowd. He's gonna come party with us." A satyr with dreads spilling out of his knit cap grinned. Asher moved down the hallway, leaving them all behind... though he started to grin, showing off his very surprisingly sharp fangs.

When Asher reached his locker, he found something peculiar stuck into one of the air vents: it looked like a white, rigid card, not unlike those used to write invitations on. A corner still protruded from the air vent, as if someone had tried to push the card inside Ash's locker but had decided against halfway through. Asher felt a surge of excitement, but mounting curiosity. His entire life had changed, turning upside down in such a short manner of time. No one would have ever sent him a card before, not even on Valentine's or Satyrinox. Ash glanced once direction and then the other before extracting the card carefully from the vent, examining it carefully.

The card was covered in a round, somewhat elegant writing; the words were written in a shade of lime green that seemed incredibly familiar...

'See you in the detention room this afternoon, Ash. Can't wait to see the new you. In the meantime, you can use this card to entertain yourself... Give it a good whiff!'

A big, fang filled grin crossed Ash's face as he felt his heart grow even more for Xavren. Without hesitation he brought the card to his nose and took a big, deep, lung filling breath. The smell of manhood - well, goblinhood - immediately filled his nostrils: fragrant, a bit pungent, spicy and so fucking intense... In less than a second, it was clear what special kind of 'ink' had been used to write those words.

Unable to restrain himself, Asher's eyes slowly closed and his tongue slipped past his lips. He began to gently lick at the last of the letter, slurping at what indicated only to whiff. A few people gave him a strange glance, though taste magic wasn't entirely uncommon and few passed it off as something more mundane.

As if it was waiting for the touch of a thirsty tongue, the lime green goblins sperm started to coalesce, the words erasing from the paper and slithering towards the moist appendage, giving Asher another brief but intense taste of Xavren's most precious juice. Licking his lips clean, Ash tucked the now blank card into his back pocket and opened his locker, getting ready to count the minutes until detention - and find out how to make it last even longer.

****

In the dusty semi-darkness of the detention room, Xavren was resting against the back of an old chair, his feet hugged by a pair of heavy military boots; he was smoking one of his handmade cigarettes, blowing mouthful of smoke every now and then. Before dissolving into the air, it seemed like the white acrid vapor was trying to draw arcane symbols, to spell words of power... But maybe it was just an optical illusion.

With an amused grin on his face, the goblin asked himself whether his new boyfriend had tasted his gift or not... But of course, he was sure that the question had had a positive answer. He had enchanted the load of sperm he had used to write the message, and as the green fluid was being digested by the human, it would've let out its power and changed him some more, albeit very subtly. The spell he had placed over his own cum was going to change the mind of Asher a little bit more... not too much, but enough to be noticeable. It would've made him more eager, more cocky and smug... The perfect personality for the creature the young human was bound to become in less than two weeks.

Xavren grinned: a big spider with at least twelve legs and multiple beady eyes - probably the byproduct of some clumsy enchantment during one of the Transmutation classes - was slowly lowering itself from the ceiling thanks from the strong, translucent thread of webbing coming out of his bristly butt. The green, long tongue of the goblin darted out, catching the arachnid in mid-air and pulling it into his mouth; Xav munched on the disgusting snack for a moment, a small burp of satisfaction escaping his lips.

Asher was the perfect specimen, the best he could have found in the whole school: he was timid, clumsy, impressionable and in desperate need for someone to love him... and most of all, for someone to give love to. And Xavren, like the most improbable of the genies, was going to grant him his wish... in his own personal twisted manner, of course. Xavren's line of thought was interrupted by a thud at the door, scratching for the knob, and then Asher getting tossed into the room. He spun around on his heels and cast a shit eating grin at the door.

"So it took two of you after all? That's not going to work for the wrestling team, they don't do tag teams!" Asher shouted. The door clicked shut and shimmered with light before they were left in silence once more. Xavren stared at the human in front of him with an appreciative look in his crimson eyes: he took in all the changes, from his astounding clothes to his stylish hair, from his new display of cockiness to how well his new pointed ears complimented his looks.

"Damn, Ash, look at ya!" he exclaimed. "You took my advice at heart, huh? Dressed like the boyfriend of a goblin should!"

"Damn right... Figured you should get the best, not just some washcloth of a human." Ash grinned, "Also, I got two more weeks of detention." Ash said proudly, as if that had been his ultimate life goal. It was almost shocking how fast his personality was changing. Xavren nodded, careful not to show too much of the growing respect he was feeling for the human: sure, they were boyfriends now, but until the end of the changes he was the one with the leash.

"Fuck yeah," the goblin replied, one of his hands groping the visible bulge in his dark green leather pants, decorated with a pattern that reminded of dragon scales. "Now come here and get your prize, Ash. I have something for ya, and I'm sure you'll like it..."

Ash grinned and crossed the room, almost lunging at Xavren before he was on the goblin's lap, straddling him and moving in for the kiss. The green humanoid wrapped his claw-tipped fingers around Ash's face, savoring the smoothness of the adolescent skin of his face... Something that was destined to change soon, he decided, even if not now. He kissed back for long, hot minutes, his pierced tongue fighting against its adversary in the moist battlefield of Asher's mouth and discovering with a hint of surprise that it was stronger and more forceful than a mere day before.

Ash eagerly ground his groin against Xavren's, kissed him fiercely and brought their chests together. He felt like he was in heaven, getting every reward for every bad thing that had happened to him. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his hand reaching up to hold the back of the goblin's head. The making-out session went on for at least twenty minutes, before Xavren took the reins of the situation and broke the kiss, leaving a trail of drool over the slightly plumper lips of his partner.

"So? How was your first day as a honorary goblin, man?" Xav looked at his unwitting specimen for a long moment and nodded, his big ears twitching. "Damn, you're the hottest piece of human around this school!"

"They thought I was a transfer student..." Asher chuckled.

"Well, joke's on them. They had such a handsome young man around all this time and never made a pass at him... Fuckers." The goblin spit a generous amount of saliva and phlegm on the ground.

"I guess the universe just wanted things to work out perfectly." Asher said, his hand sliding up Xavren's shirt to toy with his nipple. His fingers brushed against one of the rings hanging from the goblin's chest, and he let out a small moan.

"Daaaamn... Yeah, play with my babies alright, Ash..." he grunted, taking his shirt off and revealing his toned physique, his juicy pecs and the tattoos covering his arms. His nipples were dark green, and were erect and rock-hard because of the cold metal piercing through them. Asher gave a feral grin and reached up, beginning to tug and twist the nipples with his fingers, leaning in to kiss and tease them with his tongue. He was voracious, confident and unheeding. One day had turned his attitudes around in striking fashion.

"D'you like them, Ash?" Xav asked him, his body a highway for shivers of bliss. "Pure goblin silver. Bet you'd love something like that hanging from your own nipples, huh? It's like having two cock-heads right into your pecs, believe me... Every time my shirt brushes against 'em, I get so fucking horny... You can't even begin to imagine how good I'm feeling right now, with you sucking 'em."

"How can you keep from like... pleasing yourself all day with 'em?" Ash mumbled before taking one nipple, ring and all, deep in his mouth. Xavren buried his fangs into his lower lip and buried his clawed hand into the hair of the human in response.

"F-fuck..." he whispered. "Y-yeah, when I'm alone here I often play with 'em... But it's better when someone else does it for ya."

"Well, I can see what we're going to be doing for a long time." Asher said, biting and gnawing on the sensitive nipple, tugging on them with his teeth, practically growling.

Xavren's cheeks turned dark green and flushed; he was trying to restrain himself with all his might, even if he already knew that the first orgasm - well, second if he included the one he had to get the special ink for his message - wasn't that far... But the teeth, the mouth and the tongue of the young human were so good, so right, so perfect on his nipples! The desire became too much to be resisted, and the goblin creamed his pants with thick green spooge, his groin letting out a musky and irresistible aroma of debauchery and unlimited horniness.

Ash's back slowly arched like a cat in sunlight. He sniffed the air before he began crawling off of Xav's lap. He kept toying with the nipples of his mate, but lowered down to nuzzle the wet lap. He rubbed against it before he began to suck on the wet pants with his mouth, slurping out the green spooge before one hand came down to unzip his boyfriend's pants.

The goblin sighed, both in pleasure and in slight disappointment: his personal form of magic allowed him to change someone physically only when his own dick was rock-hard, so he had basically wasted an erection... Although he really didn't care: after all, he was having a great time with his boyfriend; getting aroused again was going to be ridiculously easy - and that seemed to be Asher's goal.

Fingers wrapped around the softening meat, reverently stroking up and down. There were lewd, wet sloppy sounds as the semen was massaged into the flesh like lube. Ash pumped his hand up and down, faster and harder, gazing into Xavren's eyes with complete intensity.

Xav looked back, and this time he didn't manage to hide the surprise has feeling: he could see the love, the passion and the ardent lust in the eyes of the human, and he felt oddly pleased... and also relieved. Fuck, am I falling for him?, he asked himself. Asher was only supposed to be an experiment, a way to pass the time and get some good old sex in the meantime... And yet, a mere day after the beginning of the changes, Xavren was already starting to feel like the two of them really were boyfriends. Nah, Xav, stay focused, the goblin told himself. You have an experiment going on, remember?

Once more Asher's head came down, his lips spreading over the half hard dick as he sucked and worked it. One hand moved to massage the leathery green balls. If anything, Xavren's experiment was proving to be more of a success than it should have been. Eroding the will power of a human was supposed to be more work... But here he was, a completely willing, eager, and increasingly talented slut. Ash raked his tongue up the shaft, teasing every vein, every contour.

It didn't take long for the goblin to be rock-hard again, his dark green mushroom-shaped head - slightly larger and flatter than that of a human - glistening with slick, pearlescent green pre; before Asher's lips could inevitably gravitate towards the shaft, Xavren ordered the human to stand up. "I want you to lie down on those desks. And take off your jacket... But NOT the pants," he added while giving a generous squeeze to the erect dick of the human through the denim. "I'll take care of them later..." His dexterous tongue darted out and licked the point of one of Asher's brand new ears.

Asher got up slowly and stretched, showing off the shape of his stomach and chest before he turned and moved toward the desks. He shoved several together to make a more uniform surface before he bent over, aiming his ass in Xavren's direction. The posing and strutting came naturally, some part of his subconscious feeding him directions, but the truth was he was worried. Once more Asher was reminded about how inexperienced he was in the ways of love. As he climbed up onto the desks and began to lay down, he had no idea what was going to come next. It obviously wasn't sex if that was coming later, but what was it?

The human rolled over onto his back and then looked over at Xavren, hoping for some clue about his ultimate fate. The goblin caressed the skin of Asher's abdomen and chest, still pale and relatively hairless save for some sparse wispy blond hair here and there, like solitary palm trees in an otherwise fruitless desert... before his hands went up massaging his pink sensitive nipples.

"Do you like it?" he asked in a suave tone, his fingertips working the hard nubs under Asher's chest skin with consummated experience. "Does it feel good?"

"It feels almost as good as you said, but I still wish I had them pierced like you..." Asher said before chuckling, "I can't imagine what people would think though." The goblin grinned back.

"Well, let's find out..." Xav fished an exquisitely carved silver hoop ring from the back pocket of his pants; by looking at it, the piece of jewelry didn't appear to have any sort of indention, but when the goblin passed his finger over it a gap magically formed. "Now stay relaxed..." he murmured, bringing the ring down to Asher's right nipple and sliding it into place. The gap immediately disappeared, the metal piercing through the delicate flesh. Asher gasped as the ring subsumed the flesh and locked into place, but as soon as the ring closed, something unexpected happened. A shock of energy shot up Xavren's arm, making his muscles tense and his bone tingle.

The unexpected sensation started to ebb, but it left a throbbing in his fingers... and as he watched, his claws started to grow longer. The tingling spread up his arm, his tattoos looking fresher and less faded. Even the muscles on his right arm seemed to swell slightly before the sensation faded away. Xavren looked down, his eyes bulging for the shock.

A morphic backlash? Weird, he thought, massaging his right arm with his left hand for a moment: the skin tickled and prickled under his fingers, but otherwise it seemed normal, albeit still a bit magically charged. "So?" he asked the human boy. "How does your first goblin piercing feel?" And to elicit the best possible answer, he playfully pulled and tugged the ornate ring.

"FUCK!" Asher gasped, bucking his hips and arching his back, his head coming down onto the desk. He looked up at Xavren with a glazed expression, a drop of drool escaping the corner of his lips. "Feels... Fucking good..." Ash panted.

"Yeah, it fucking does," Xavren replied. His dexterous fingers had grabbed a matching ring and were working on it to create a suitable gap. "And it'll be even better when both of them will be pierced..." This time he decided to use his left hand: if another discharge of rogue magic was going to happen, it was highly unsafe for his right arm to receive it in such a short amount of time... He didn't want to end like one of his older cousins, forced to live with the head of a horned troll in place of his own for the rest of his life. His fingers brought down the jewel and set it into place.

Another discharge jolted through Xavren even as Asher writhed in pleasure. Once more Xavren felt his claws grow longer, his biceps and triceps swell, but it was as if the magic was linking up with the remnants in his right arm. His pectorals began to grow larger and thicker, his nipples more sensitive. He could feel more curls of hair growing out from his chest, then his throat, and finally his jaw. Like a new blossoming erection, the hair on his chin throbbed and felt amazing as it grew out just a bit longer... before finally the sensation faded again.

D-damn, the goblin thought, touching with trembling fingers the big black plug in his right ear: the metal was hot to the touch, so much so that it felt like it was burning. Fuck, is the runic circuit going into overdrive? I should probably stop trying to change Ash for today... But then his eyes went down to the human lying in front of him, to the piercing fused into his now slightly bigger nipples, and something clicked inside his brain. Or maybe not. I mean, it feels so fucking good right now... His fingers went down to play with the goblin rings, teasing them relentlessly.

"Xav... Oh god, more... please! Ungh..." Asher panted, flopping around on the desks like a caught fish. He was putty in Xavren's hands. The goblin, on the other hand, was feeling a red, powerful surge of energy mounting inside him, an indefinable sensation that was part fury and part inspiration; while his green dick bobbed and throbbed leaking precious precum, his fingers unbuckled Asher's belt and pulled his pants down, revealing his erect cock and his boyish, perky butt cheeks.

"You say you wan' more, huh, Ash?" the voice of the goblin had been reduced to a feverish whisper. "How 'bout my fucking dick in your ass?" The energy left by the two magical discharges inside him was piling up... And there was only one possible way to get rid of it. Asher rolled over onto his stomach and lifted his hips, presenting his ass to his boyfriend. The cheeks were starting to get a bit hairy, looking more shapely and fit than humans typically got. It was so very inviting. Xav growled in aroused joy, the horniness clouding his vision: the only thing he could focus his eyes on - the only thing he could see - was the round ring of muscles nestled between the two round mounds of Asher's butt.

"Ready?" Xavren whispered. He went down and licked the pucker with his slimy tongue, the thick and rich goblin drool acting as the perfect lube. After some seconds, the hole had been prepared more than enough, and the green humanoid pressed the large head of his dick against it with a supreme grunt of effort. "Lemme in, Ash..."

"I'm yours..." Asher moaned, eyes shut in bliss already. Everything had been leading up to this moment. Xavren swished his right arm and slapped Asher's butt cheek roughly, his flanks keep moving back and forth in the effort of penetrating the virginal chute.

"You can bet your man pussy on that," he growled. After a couple more efforts, his dickhead finally started winning its battle against the feeble resistance offered by the pink pucker, and a couple of inches of pure goblin meat slid inside Asher's asshole. Asher writhed once more, but this time he pushed his hips back in order to take more goblin meat in. Xav could feel muscles fluttering around his cock, encouraging and teasing it.

"Even your ass is hungry for goblin cock, you slut," Xavren chuckled while burying himself deeper. Despite the arousal clouding his judgment and thought, he knew that he had a duty to perform, especially now that his dick was right inside his specimen; with slow and at the same time wide movements of his flanks, Xav started pounding Asher's hole. The feeling of the pucker tightening against his dick was heavenly, as if the body of the human boy was trying to tell him that they were destined to be together, to be connected, to be one.

Without pausing, Xavren raised a hand and started playing with Asher's ball sack. He willed some of the residual magical energy in the boy's testicles, not only because he wanted to stimulate them and kick them into overdrive, but to change them radically and completely. From that moment onwards, after the last of his human seed would have been expelled from his body, Asher's balls were going to produce creamy, bright green goblin juice, spicy and flavorful like the tenderest of steaks.

Xavren felt the sack tighten and toughen in his hand, taking on a more leathery texture as it swelled and expanded, pumping more testosterone into the unaware young man. He moaned sharper and louder, drooling openly onto the pushed together desks, clenching as hard as he could around the invading cock. The goblin couldn't help but smile in hearing those sounds and cries of ecstasy: Asher was shaping up to be the perfect slut, considering how much he was enjoying being fucked... And in thinking that, Xav's mind got distracted for a second and he made his first mistake.

The unstable ball of magical energy inside his chest sizzled like a pot full of boiling water, and a sudden wave, a scarlet red burst, travelled through his body before he could stop it, pouring itself outside his fingers still playing with Asher's balls and spreading all over the groin area of the human boy. F-fuck... Xavren thought when he had regained enough lucidity. T-that's not what I wanted... He wanted the changes to last for as many days as possible, but with a dose of metamorphic energy like that Asher was certainly going to become greener in mere moments... Or at least part of him was.

Xavren could see the human's shaft swelling and growing - not harder, not more erect... simply growing. It swelled longer and thicker, the pink hue shifting, looking more tan before the brown turned green. The swollen mushroom shaped head began to fill out at the sides, the cock looking flatter and far more lethal in its implementation, all extending from large, green leathery balls. Now that he could see the result of his mishap, Xavren just smiled: THAT was the dick of a real goblin, ready to fuck any green ass nearby and to shower them with delicious cream.

"Look at your fucking cock, Ash..." Xavren murmured, while the speed of his movements intensified: he could feel the magical energy pacing through his body like a giant predatory feline, trying to find an escape route and finally choosing the tight tunnel of his urethra, and didn't care in the least. Yeah... Invade his body... Change him more while I pound him... It feels so good to fuck the human that he is away...

Doing as he was told, Asher lowered his head and looked down his chest and stomach, hesitating slightly. What he saw there was a delicious, huge, and amazing goblin cock... green, flat, wide, throbbing. It hung down low enough to drag along the desk, complemented by the nearly baseball sized testicles behind it. Ash wondered momentarily if Xavren had pulled out of him, but as Ash moved... so too did the green cock. Realization finally hit him all at once. His oddly sharp teeth, more body hair, and now this.

"Xav!" he gasped, moaning harder, groaning and then screaming the goblin's name. The only way Xavren could reply was with a satisfied moan as the excess morphic energy left his body and shot itself right into the ass of his boyfriend, massaging his prostate like a hundred dicks at once and making it grow and swell to unholy proportions and turning it into the most sensitive part of his body.

"G-guess you won't j-just be a... honorary goblin, huh?" he finally managed to hiss. He felt like having had the most intense orgasm of his life... And the best part was, his cock was still erect and throbbing, still ready to unleash an endless stream of green warm goo. Asher let out another scream, his back arching almost so much it looked like it would hurt... and then Xavren heard it, a splatter, thick and wet - and constant. Asher was spraying out a stream of semen, the flood turning quickly from ivory to lime in color. It came out like hot pudding, spilling across the desks and onto the floor.

Asher began to wobble, all the blood having left his head. The orgasm was boiling his brain in more pleasure than he could handle. He was loving every second of it... And while his dick still twitched and spurted and his head was clouded in ecstatic bliss, his body started changing too.

This time, the transformation wasn't focused on just one part: the energy of Xavren's messy enchantment had reached every crevice and corner of the body, and Asher could feel his skin tingle, his limbs throb and his fingers and toes twitch as if they were being pulled, massaged and stimulated. His biceps and triceps inflated, gaining both strength and definition at the same time as if they belonged to an Olympic-class athlete; once smooth and hairless, they were soon covered by a forest of blond hair, that reached even the back of his hands and the knuckles of his fingers.

His pecs contracted and relaxed, getting the workout of a lifetime in seconds: they looked meaty and squared, the nipples now even bigger and larger and definitely pointing downward. Asher's already flat belly burned the last remnants of fat, revealing a nice and sexy six-pack. The skin of the torso, as well as the one of his arms and legs, still remained pink, albeit darker as if it had gotten a good dose of sunrays... His nipples, however, took the brunt of the changes, and shifted into a gorgeous and intense forest green.

It was almost as if spring had arrived, but instead of the new growth green of plants, it was a new goblin male coming into his own. Asher's blond hair even seemed to grow a little more bristly and untamable, but it was clear the experience was too much for him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his cock spurted even more semen and then he collapsed down into his own pool of cum.

The show of his boyfriend evolving and growing under his own very eyes and around his dick was what pushed Xavren over the edge: with a mighty roar he unleashed a generous load right inside Asher's ass, pumping rivulets of semen in the tight hole for a good minute. After the orgasm had finally given away to the afterglow, the goblin rested himself over the now big and solid body of his hybrid boyfriend, his cock still firmly buried inside him.

Fuck yes... he said himself with a manic grin. This experiment is shaping up to be even better than I could ever imagine...

****

The weather had taken a turn for the slightly more dreadful. The skies were silver and gray, clouds spilling over one another like waves. The wind had picked up, whipping through the trees, blowing garbage across the parking lot of a small string of shops including a rather out of the way convenience store. It didn't have quite enough floor space for the amount of inventory, leading to narrow aisles and crowded shelves. The rest of the buildings were open for lease, giving a rather odd feeling of emptiness for the rest of the structure.

The bells hanging from the door rang as Asher moved out of the convenience shop, letting the door swing shut behind him. He reached into the plastic bag and extracted a purple paper and foil package. He looked both ways with a hint of nervousness before he tore at the foil with his longer than usual fingernails, revealing the contraband inside... cigarettes. He'd overheard from some of the satyrs that the shop owner was getting on in years and neglected to card customers and their stories had been rather true.

Asher withdrew one of the cigarettes and brought them to his plumper than normal lips, bringing out his first lighter as well. It took a few clicks before the flame escaped the metal body and he brought it to the tip of the cigarette. With a few careful puffs the smoke began filling his mouth. Trying not to cough outright, he held the smoke there before exhaling, waiting a few drags before getting bolder.

The strange stinging, hot, savory scent filled his lungs and with it came the rush of rebelliousness, of doing something dangerous and wrong. Asher closed his eyes and a smile crossed his lips. When he had woken up that morning he had double checked his body to see if it had been a dream, but it wasn't. His groin was fundamentally altered, his arms more muscled, his torso fit. He filled out his goblin coat a lot better. It was clear he was becoming something else, something better. If he was going to become a goblin, he was going to have to do better at the part and make Xavren proud.

Asher began walking along the abandoned store fronts, taking another drag of his cigarette. He held the smoke before exhaling, walking through the cloud. The curls of smoke danced across his cheeks and his pointier than normal ears before drifting away on the wind. Asher walked with more confidence, more pride and - as he learned scuffing his feet a bit, more height. His legs were longer than they had been the day before, and that took some getting used to. Asher stopped outside of one of the stores, turning to face his reflection in the dark glass.

He reached up with his free hand and rubbed at one of his ears, then his cheek. As exciting as it was, Ash wanted more. Detention wasn't enough. If he and Xavren were really boyfriends, they would have to hang out more than just at school... He wanted to see where Xav lived or hung out, where he spent his time... He wanted to make out more and have more sex. Asher took another long drag deep into his lungs before blowing out the smoke, hoping his new behavior would endear him to his goblin mate all the more.

****

Lying on his bed, basked in the warm golden of a Saturday morning, Xavren was lazily playing with himself, stroking and caressing his proud and erect member with clawed and unexpectedly gentle fingers. He was naked, his lean and muscled body, his piercings and his tattoos for the world to see; the expression on his charming bearded face was confident and a bit dreamy as he masturbated.

His free hand, resting against the mattress, was holding a golden ring engraved with all sorts of runes and magic symbols, the finest example of goblin metallurgy and jewel-crafting; with a wicked grin, Xavren wished a small amount of magic inside it, coursing through his veins from his ear right to his palm; the runes on the ring shone of an intense blood red glow, and a gap appeared on its surface in the only spot devoid of symbols.

The young goblin pondered on what he was planning to do for a second: he still hadn't forgotten the random, twin shots of rogue magical energy that had presumably originated from the nipple piercings he had given Asher and that had affected his own body, making him a bit bigger and - Xavren had to admit - sexier. He knew that magic wasn't something to be taken lightly, and that was the reason why he was hesitating now.

The majority of the goblins was born with next to zero magical talent, but being a species naturally inclined towards technology, commerce and trickery, that wasn't that big of a deal. Every now and then, though, a goblin actually manifested some talents towards mystic arts, but their powers were usually very limited and had specific prerequisites in order to be used, making them at best impractical and at worst even detrimental for their users.

Xavren was no exception, but unlike the other members of his kind, his power was of some use, since he could change the state of being of almost anything he could physically come into contact with... and said power was fueled by his own arousal, in other words granting his the power to warp the world around him if he was feeling horny enough.

In the past few days, though, since he had started what he at first liked to call 'his brand new experiment', he couldn't stop thinking about Asher, the young, naive and impressionable human who was rapidly becoming something else, something stronger and more powerful; at first, he had thought he was only intrigued but how well the change was going, how smooth the transition between a human and a proud, handsome goblin was being... But now everything was clear.

He was in love with Asher; what had started as a joke was now the pure and honest truth: he really wanted him to be his boyfriend, his partner and his mate. However, to manage such a feat, to change him completely and once and for all he needed more power... And that was where the golden ring would come into play.

Xavren raised the piece of jewelry above his head, the engraved surface capturing and reflecting the sun rays in a warm, yellow kaleidoscope. The goblin smiled, baring his pointed fangs, and slowly - inch after inch - his hand travelled down, right to the green, swollen and flat head of his dick. "Well, here goes nothing..." he said to himself, before sliding the now open ring inside his urethra.

A jolt of energy raced through Xavren like liquid light. He could feel every vein and capillary in his body as his muscles tingled and flesh tightened. The heat began to fade from the rush, but it shifted into something else - a true and deep sensation of ultimate power. It felt ancient and forgotten, it felt alien and new... it felt like he had been elevated to a new level of existence and it was intoxication.

The sensation of magical discharge was so potent and blissful that he arched his back like a cat and started pumping out lime-colored cum almost immediately; the fluid stained the sheets and rained over his own groin and the wiry, black hair surrounding his dick, but Xavren couldn't care less: he was lost in a world of pure, simple pleasure as the golden artifact connected to the magical circuits running through his body. The only thing in his mind, the image he had chosen as an anchor to keep the enchantment stable and effective, was Asher, moaning under him as he was being fucked.

Once the afterglow had taken the place of the orgasm, the goblin looked down: his dick was now pierced, the ring encircling the slightly flat and large head like a crown or a sideways halo. The change he had brought over himself was permanent and irreversible: he couldn't take that piercing off, unless he wanted to face a particularly painful and nasty demise. That was the price he had had to pay in order to unlock an ever bigger power... And he couldn't wait to make the most of it.

****

Asher stood in the middle of the cement tunnel that ran beneath the railroad tracks, looking out at the part of town beyond. He had left behind the steel and glass towers of the elvish territory, the clean and mundane plaster and wood homes of the humans... and had come to the Goblin part of town. The cement buildings were well used and tightly packed. Air conditioning units rattled, cars cruised around the narrow streets and the sun failed to penetrate the buildings, leaving what moisture made its way in to remain and linger. Greenish black film clung to cement walls like the graffiti it covered... and in the shadows were goblins.

The young human had never seen so many goblins before. Some had green skin like Xavren, others had purple... but it seemed they shared one sensibility at least; style. They all had piercings and tattoos. Some had shaved heads to show off their thick, large pointed ears. Others had thick manes of dreadlocks. Silver, gold, copper, bronze, steel - it seemed that no metal was off limits when it came to piercings.

A soft wet spot started to form in Asher's pants. He grimaced and tried to focus on anything that turned him off. It was a difficult task, especially since his mind wandered to Xavren so frequently now. Still, he couldn't let his efforts go to waste. It had been rather difficult to get the student's address from the registrar and even more difficult to get this far outside of human territory without incident. Asher pulled the hood of his jacket up, lowered his head and started walking. He made his way along the street, heading deeper and deeper into the strange land.

The goblin neighborhood looked more like a chaotic, crowded and colorful labyrinth than anything else: in every nook and cranny of the narrow, long and crooked streets there was something peculiar, be them the groups of goblin teenagers hanging together and smoking short smelly blunts, peddlers carrying around trays of food, mysterious packets that most certainly contained illicit drugs or bizarre pornographic material, or actual shops selling computer parts, various electronic devices or garish and outrageous clothes and jewelry. It was a show guaranteed to make someone's head spin... And especially that of a young human not used to the real world outside his part of the town.

Asher found his attention drawn to every facet like a fly on fly paper. Was this Xavren's world? Was this the world he was adopting? Would he become savvy enough to navigate within it, or be swallowed up by it? Asher continued on, hoping not to draw too much attention as he observed everything around him.

Of course, despite his intention, a lone human in goblin territory was guaranteed to be noticed, especially by their youth, curious and always searching for new stimuli because of their very nature. At the corner of one of the alleys, a group of six or seven youngsters dressed in baggy clothes and diamond jewellery that made them look a bit like human thugs stared at Asher, who had presumably - and unknowingly of course - just crossed into their territory.

"Hey, hume!" the biggest and oldest of them - biggest in terms of goblinhood, since he was five feet four at best - quipped at him. "What you doin' here? This is not your place!"

A slightly smaller, blue skinned goblin, presumably his right-hand man, sniffed the air with his large nose and put on a puzzled face. "H-hey, it smells not like a hume! It's different!"

Before Asher could react, the goblin gang had surrounded him and was smelling curiously at his skin and clothes... a couple of them even taking turns at examining his crotch. "You right! He smells a bit like us!" the bigger one exclaimed after a bit. Asher reached up and pulled down his hood, revealing his styled hair and pointier than normal ears. He gave the boys a meek smile.

"Do any of you know Xavren? He's... my best friend." Asher said hopefully, wondering if that credibility would let him pass. The gang leader gave him a crooked smile, showing a pair of small tusks not unlike those of an orc.

"Xavren, huh? Yeah, I know him. I'll tell ya where he lives, but at a price," he replied.

"Yeah, uh, he's my best friend... I know where he lives." Asher replied. As true as the statement was, he had been forced to look it up from school records rather than from his best friend directly - a detail Ash considered a mere technicality. The goblin snorted, his septum ring bouncing against his thin moustache.

"Why are you askin', then? Bet you're lost, huh? It's difficult for a human to find his way through the goblin part of town... But you're lucky, we can bring you to old Xav. Right boys?" The goblin thugs around Asher smiled and nodded, and from the tone their leader had used it was clear he wouldn't have accepted a 'no' for an answer.

"So... what sort of price do you have in mind?" Ash asked, "I mean... Xav's pretty good at negotiating," he considered. The goblin, however, started stroking Asher's groin through his pants.

"Make out with me. I've always wanted to know how a hume tastes like..." he whispered in a husky tone.

"I've always wanted to feel tusks like that... Be warned though, Xav says I'm tasting more like a Goblin than I used to..." Ash murmured. He looked into the gang leader's eyes for only a moment before he grabbed his head by the ears and moved in to kiss him. Without reservation or fear, Ash was locking lips and dancing with his tongue. The suddenness of it was surprising, almost as if it was a power play rather than anything else. The goblin thug gasped in surprise, but he greedily kissed back, slurping and suckling like a pro while his lackeys looked at him in admiration and even envy.

Asher deepened the kiss, reaching up to massage his ears, finding all the right spots to tease... and leave him wanting more. Asher slowly broke the kiss down, taking smaller and smaller nips before he licked the thug's lips, then his own and looked into his eyes.

"Damn, you so fucking good!" the gang leader exclaimed after the making out session was over. "Name's Kregg, by the way. Say, hume, you wanna join us? We goin' to my place, have a good time together... You can come with us, huh? Then we'll take ya to Xav. Bet you're good at sucking dicks..." Kregg caressed Asher's perky and quite muscular ass through his pants, tracing the curve of his butt cheeks with a fingertip.

"There's only one goblin that gets my ass... But if you want to take up your proper place between my knees, there won't be any complains." Ash grinned, tracing a finger down the thug's jaw line. Kregg looked at him dumbfounded, but then he showed his tusks again.

"You wan' ME to suck your dick, hume? Damn... That takes balls! But yeah, why not... Bet you taste really sweet. And I'm sure my homies wanna do the very same, right boys?" the other goblins nodded again without reservation, a couple of them drooling from their large, fanged mouths. Asher reached for his pants, slowly unzipping.

"It might not be that different from what you're used to." Ash chuckled softly before extracting his very thick, heavy, large and decidedly green member from his pants, letting the meaty, sultry scent hit the air. The gang looked transfixed at the dick being waved next to their faces.

"That's a goblin cock!" the blue-skinned henchman exclaimed in a quite high-pitched tone of surprise. Kregg hit him on the head with a fist.

"No shit, man." He looked up at Asher, his yellow eyes narrowing in suspicion. "How did ya get one of these, huh? Black market? Some illicit magic?" His mouth opened anyway, though, and his long, pointed tongue licked at the flat, swollen green head. "But yeah, I'd suck it anyway. A dick's a dick, hume."

"Like I said, he's good at negotiation..." Ash grinned, "Come on, taste that meat stick..." he grinned wide with an inhuman degree of pride, giving it a good long stroke. Kregg moaned: he might act tough, but he was a big slut at heart, and as he had just said he couldn't possibly say no to a cock, especially one as beautiful as Asher's; a handful of seconds later, he was already going to town with it, sucking at its length with abandon and stimulating the urethra with his nimble tongue tip.

Asher groaned at that, his head lolling back as he licked his lips. His fingers drifted to rub at the thug's head, his scalp and ears. He hoped that Xav wouldn't mind. After all, goblins did that sort of thing as bonding, right? Still, he wondered if he could seduce these teen thugs if he could seduce bigger and badder goblins, maybe even orcs. He started to gyrate his hips, thrusting in and out with growing speed.

Kregg, meanwhile, was in goblin heaven: he was sucking a human boy with a big green dick, something he wouldn't have even dared to imagine in his wettest dreams. Maybe I can convince him to fuck my ass, too... he thought while devoting himself to pleasing Asher; his tusks were perfect for the job, since they were massaging the sides of the dick while it slid inside and outside his mouth, rhythmically.

Asher moaned deeply, closing his eyes, focusing on the pleasure. he fucked in and out of that hot, wet mouth. He murmured in pleasure, in delight, feeling that burning inside himself. He fucked harder and deeper, thinking of when Xav had given him his piercings. He felt that energy in him, that power... and then the thug felt an odd jolt in his mouth, the tingling spreading out through his skull.

The thug's tusks throbbed and ached before they began pushing out longer, curving more. His face tingled too as a thousand tiny black hairs began emerging from the skin, thickest along the cheeks and jawline. Kregg, however, was too focused on the sucking to even notice his subtle and yet very visible changes: he wanted to taste the strange hume's spunk, discover if it was just like that of his homies... and then try and convince him to come with them to his house.

The idea of feeling that big, juicy dick inside his ass was like a fuel for his libido, and Kregg doubled his efforts to make Asher's come, using his tongue to massage all the right spots of a goblin dick, especially the contour of the flat head and the base of the prick, right next to the ball sack. Asher's eyes clenched shut and he let out a long, delighted sigh. Kregg received a sudden flood of salty lime green goblin cum, but that was not all he was getting. The magic that had been building up like static inside Ash was unspooling.

As Kregg's friends watched, the goblin's muscles began to swell and grow. His shoulders broadened, his back thickened, his arms elongated and the hair on his face began to spill out inches at a time. A mustache formed and came down, curving over his upper lip until it grazed down the cock in his mouth. His chin grew fuzzy, then the hair descended downward like a curtain. His ears even swelled up, growing larger. It was as if he was packing on years, experience, strength... and in all of it, a hunger for semen.

Kregg looked up at Asher, his breathing slow and heavy. Despite his big ears, he couldn't hear the shocked whispers coming from his lackeys; all he could perceive, feel and sense was the bizarre human in front of him, the mysterious stranger that had just changed him. He slowly let the moist, wet dick slid out of his mouth, a trail of drool mixed with semen hanging from his slimy tongue like a spider from its spun webbing.

"M-more!" he growled in an animalistic voice. "More!" He wanted more cum... No, he HAD to drink more cum. Almost too happy to oblige, Asher gave his cock a few more strokes before gasping, sending out a fountain of green cum to splash across Kregg's face. It landed on his beard like a spider web, soaking in ever so slowly. It splashed across his nose which began to broaden and it soaked his hair which soon started growing longer. Kregg almost seemed disproportionate, the top half of his body bigger than ever before... but Asher was generous. He showered the thug with the cum, splashing it onto his legs which soon started to catch up.

Kregg groaned and moaned, lost in the pleasure of growth and change. As his body developed, however, his mind started regressing and degrading, until he turned into nothing more than a cum-fueled beast, perpetually hungry for dicks and bent only at fucking and sucking, at pleasuring himself and all the other goblins around. He grunted and started sniffing the crotch of his blue-skinned sidekick, his fat tongue licking his baggy pants; the smaller goblin moaned and readily fished out his azure rock-hard dick from his thong.

"Now that's a good goblin." Asher grinned wide, showing off his fangs.

****

Laughing, chortling, grunting and snarling - none of the noises were particularly out of place outside of Xavren's apartment building, especially coming from Goblins... though the noises were certainly different than those Kregg's gang had made before. Each of them had been changed by their time with Asher. They were taller, more muscular, and far hairier. The teens looked like a biker gang. Entranced by Asher's body, they had brought him to his destination and reluctantly realized they would have to part from him.

Asher had kissed each of them one last time and promised they'd run into one another in the future before he turned and made his way along the sidewalk and between the buildings, looking around before he found the appropriate metal door and gave it a few quick raps with his clawed hand.

The door opened a few moments later, revealing Xavren in his green glory; he was still naked, and the golden ring turned piercing glistened around the top of his erect dick of a glimmer of its own. He looked - and sniffed - at Asher in appreciation.

"I know it was you," he murmured, gesturing for the human to come inside. "And you already reek of goblin sweat... That's wicked, and I love it."

"Yeah, uh, ran into some of your neighbors on the way here." Asher chuckled softly, his eyes drinking in Xavren's delicious naked body. He followed Xav in, baring his fangs and licking his lips as he looked at that muscled green ass sauntering in front of him.

The goblin's apartment was small but surprisingly clean, even though every surface was literally buried under random jewelry, leather bound book and a colorful assortment of goblin trinkets and parts of machineries. "Make yourself at home, Ash," Xavren grinned in a sly tone. He posed for the human, showing off his impressive body. "Notice something different?"

"Aside from you living in the coolest pla-" Ash stopped dead, his jaw dropping. He moved forward and dropped to his knees, coming eye to cock with Xavren's pierced member. He gazed at it and drool began to spill over his lips like an over-full dam. The goblin stroked his shaft with dexterous fingers, and after a lewd moan a spray of pre splattered all over Asher's nose.

"Damn yeah you noticed," he said. "It feels so good, man... You have no idea. The power travelling through my dick, the pure magic... I feel bad for not having gotten it pierced sooner."

Asher merely moaned gently and moved in to nuzzle the cock before him. He was like a feral beast being offered food, it would be impossible to resist. He reached up and began stroking the cock before him, his tongue slathering over the tip, drawing in the pre. Ash even began humping the air as he went for it, sliding his plump lips over the head. His tongue found the ring and began batting at it, toying with it, seeing how much it stimulated his partner.

The effect was almost instantaneous: fueled by the combined lusts, the runic jewel started filling itself to the brim with magical energy, the symbols engraved into his surface glimmering even more. Xavren moaned, feeling his legs shake and wobble a bit: it was like Asher wasn't just sucking his dick, but also all the strength out of his body, leaving him just as an empty husk full of endless pleasure and bliss... even though his pierced shaft felt more and more powerful by the second.

Ash's eyes were clenched shut as he devoted himself entirely to his task. He sucked and slurped, he dribbled, he drew his head back and forth and buried his face in Xav's bush. He wanted everything the goblin had to offer. Xavren, trying not to fall on the ground because of his progressively unsteady legs, buried his clawed hands into the hair of the young human servicing him, a growl of impotent arousal stuck in his throat.

"P-please, Ash, it's still... nnngh..." he murmured, his eyes opening wide and lost into the depths of the ceiling. "If you keep g-going like this, the runic circuit will..." Ash pulled back, licking his lips slowly.

"Will what? Complete its work?" Ash murmured, reaching up to stroke, caress, massage and fondle Xav's very plump balls. The goblin moaned again, before shaking his head while his prominent ears twitched like bat wings.

"It will g-go into overdrive," he explained. "And that's not advisable, believe me..." Xav looked down at Asher. "What did you mean with 'complete its work'?" Ash cast an impeccable impression of a mischievous goblin grin, showing off his fangs before he plunged his mouth around the cock with renewed vigor. His eyes slipped shut and he went to work.

The quality and degree of noises that began emanating from Xavren's groin were unlike anything he had experienced before. They were lewd, sloppy, wet. The pressure on his cock was intense, as if Ash had trained his entire life for this moment. It was clear he wasn't just unheeding of the warning - he wanted the circuit in over drive. He wanted the magic to spill over them both and he would stop at nothing to get it. Xavren arched his back in vulnerable, passive pleasure; he had been defeated, he was painfully aware of that: he had chosen Asher as his experiment, his lab rat to mold and change as he wished, but now what he thought was going to be his masterpiece was completely out of control... and what was more, Xav was loving every second of it.

"F-fuck..." he grunted, his pierced tongue lolling for a moment outside his mouth. "I d-don't care anymore..." He still tried to give a shape to the enormous amount of magic gathering inside his erect member and the piercing crowning it, impart it with precise directions even if his body and mind were for the most part unresponsive... But there was no time, the sucking and slurping felt too good, and Xavren couldn't keep the orgasm at bay for very much longer; with a broken roar that sounded quite like a howl, the goblin reached his climax, spraying cum right down the throat of Asher. It was thicker than the usual, and so warm it was almost hot... And most of all, so intensely green it was shining and pulsing with magical energy, shining like a liquid beacon.

While Xavren was managing to keep the magic in his grasp like a swirling ball of lightning, he couldn't keep stray bits from lancing out. His entire body throbbed and tingled and soon he felt the circulation increasing to his ears. The thick stone inserts in his ear lobes began to grow, spreading wider, stretching the skin around them. They hung down lower, wobbling more with every movement of his head... but it was far from the end.

The goblin's scalp tingled as his hair began to grow, centimeters at a time. It pushed out from his head and fell down one side of his face, just as his beard started to do the same. Weeks, then months of growth took place in seconds... but the most profound sensation began to come from his groin. As if it had been limp all along, he felt the sensation of his cock getting hard all over again. It began to grow... and grow... and grow. The shaft began snaking its way deeper into Asher's mouth, brushing the back of his throat before sliding down deeper. As it elongated, it grew wider as well. Xav watched the half human boy's lips pushed apart by a girthier and fatter goblin cock.

Of course, Xavren's changes were nothing compared to what was going to happen to Asher: the energy the goblin has meticulously intended to save and store into his body in order to inject it inside the human's body through daily injections of goblin cum had been sucked outside of him all at once, inundating his body like a tidal wave of magic.

The boy started to grunt as the forsaken spunk gathered in his stomach and began to be rapidly absorbed by his body, the curse imposed over it spreading into every cell and changing it from their very cores. His skin darkened and got thicker, just like his cock and nipples before it: almost as tough as leather, it was quickly tinged in an enticing shade of green, darker and more intense than that of Xavren.

Asher murmured, feeling intoxicated by the change. He could feel it infusing him, changing him. He looked at his skin and his eyes lit up, like twin whirpools of magical energy. For the first time in his life, he felt fully attractive. He was exotic, sexy, cool... It was everything he had been dreaming of. While his eyes were busy inspecting the first onsets of the change, they too were transformed, gaining a deep purple color and vertical, cat-like slits for pupils, menacing and yet at the same time extremely fascinating.

The transforming human let the cock slide out of his mouth. He was feeling a strange but not unpleasant numbness, and as his fingers caressed his teeth he could feel them evolving and shifting: he was finally getting proper tusks! Asher fondled his own teeth and gave a dazed, drunken grin up at Xavren.

"I'm going to be the boyfriend you deserve... not much longer now..." Asher whispered, reaching down to unzip his pants and draw out his fat, green goblin cock. He began to jack himself off, watching his newly green hand glide along his green member. It was so surreal, but it was even better than a dream. It was his new reality. Xavren, still dumbfounded and confused by the sudden loss of runic energy, looked down at Ash playing with himself.

"Are you... Liking this? Even if you're losing your humanity?" he asked. Now that there was no going back, he was starting to feel some guilt munching on the mouth of his stomach with jagged fangs; surely Ash had a family, a home and a life... But the goblin had basically forced a brand new existence over him.

"Are you fucking with me?" Asher chuckled, "You liberated me, you let me live for the first time... That pathetic human would have withered and blown away like dust, but now... Now I can be someone, I can leave a mark on the world - We can leave our mark. The world isn't ever going to forget us." he grinned. Xavren couldn't help but blush a bit at those words, his tough facade crumbling a bit more.

"Oh, damn, Ash... I fucking love you so much," he whispered. "I'm so glad I had you put into detention last week with that little curse of mine..." he witnessed at the soon-to-be goblin's already pointed fingernails getting even darker and curving a bit, developing into proper claws. Asher flexed his new claws and reached up, resuming his groping of Xav's balls. Ash understood now why Goblins had thicker skin - they needed it. From claws to fangs to their proficiency with exotic blades, they needed more defense.

The heart inside Asher's chest seemed to pump blood more quickly and more efficiently now, as if the organ too was becoming stronger and more powerful. The muscles in the limb of the now almost former human throbbed, extended and enlarged; his biceps were so swollen they were threatening to rip apart the leather of his jacket's sleeves, and his legs were now longer and stronger; with his rock-hard calves and his amazingly defined thighs, Ash was now taller than Xavren, and certainly of any other goblin he has seen in his entire life.

Asher breathed through his thick lips, felt the girth of his cock, felt his raging hormones... He wasn't content just to sit on the ground and suck cock any longer. Ash began to stand up, his feet straining his shoes. Xav watched him rise taller and taller before towering over him and even most humans. Ash stretched a bit before he grinned and grabbed Xav, throwing him against the wall before giving him a full and tight kiss.

The new goblin's body pressed to Xavren, pinning him in place. Ash began to hump against his boyfriend without a care in the world, though he suddenly broke the kiss, his newly purple eyes glancing over to a mirror in the room - and his own reflection.

He was a Greek god in goblin form: tall, imposing, with big muscles all over: even before discarding his jacket to take a good look at his body, he could feel his pecs and abs surfacing more and more and getting ripped and sexy as hell. His dick was enormous, veiny and thick and dark green with an even darker flat head constantly dripping pre; Asher gave it a couple of strokes and moaned in delight as his fingertips got covered by the slick, slimy substance.

If Asher's body was changed almost completely, though, the same couldn't be said for his head: his purple slitted eyes, his broad nose and his fangs and tusks were positively inhuman, and the dark blond hair on his head was ready to be styled into the most outrageous way its owner could think off... But there were still parts of him that hadn't changed. The most important parts, to be exact.

Asher curled his lips in mild disdain. He wanted more... but he pushed the greed aside and turned back to Xavren. He leaned in and bit him in the neck, sucking and lapping at the wounded flesh as he humped the goblin for everything he was worth. It was clear to Xavren the magic hadn't merely created another goblin, it had made something more - something superior.

"H-Hobgoblin..." Xav murmured in disbelief. Could it really be that his magic had managed to shape a human into one of them? Their bigger, stronger, more powerful and unfortunately extinct cousins, the missing link between the goblins and the orcs? Asher reached up and began to massage Xavren's ears just like he liked, though now with tough goblin fingers. He continued to lick and nuzzle his boyfriend's neck, the blood rushing to the surface, leaving a dark green, almost purple welt. He had been marked for all to see. Asher grinned happily at that, loving the feeling of power.

Xavren, lost in his thoughts, was for the most part oblivious of the wound on his neck. He knew his magical circuit was powerful, especially compared to those of other goblins', but his magic was really strong enough to recreate a species? He sighed between his pursed lips and stared intently at the head of his boyfriend; he couldn't possibly allow to leave his work unfinished. "C-catalysts..." a murmur emerged from his dry throat.

"What, my love?" Asher murmured back, moving to bite and suckle the other side of Xav's throat. The goblin hiccuped, feeling his skin being gently violated.

"Y-you need catalysts... F-for the change to be completed..." With a trembling finger, he pointed at the nearest table, the surface of which was covered of rings, piercings and studs of every shape, form and metal known to goblins. "T-there... choose whatever you want..." A long shiver travelled through his spine, and he could feel the desire in his chest and lower body burning warmer and more intense: if he really had managed to bring a real hobgoblin back to life, he wanted him to be the most perfect and handsome stud in all existence.

Asher let Xavren go with a bit of reluctance, but he practically skipped over to the table. His hands caressed the various metals, examining them curiously. Xavren certainly had no limit to the options at hand... Asher looked at them all before he selected a somewhat heavy silver septum ring. He tested the gap in it, forming it and closing it with his fingers just as Xav had done. He brought it up into his nostrils, secured it into place and then closed it. The metal pierced through his flesh, anchoring itself.

A spark of red and purple energy travelled through the silver along with a wave of pure, absolute pleasure. The nose of the hobgoblin became broader, more masculine and virile, while also becoming longer and a bit pointier; it towered over his face without looking out of place, the nose of a leader, a true commander. Xavren managed to gave Ash a weak smile, his back resting against the wall behind him.

"G-great... Now go on...", he whispered. His dick, rock hard again, was dripping pre on the floor in a gentle but steady way. "A-add more catalysts..." Asher grinned. As if he would have stopped with one. He picked up a medium size hoop ring and brought it up to the uppermost point of his left ear, clipping it into place. He closed his eyes and shivered as it connected.

It was like the unfolding of a mighty dragon wing: the skin of Asher's left ear became thinner and cartilaginous, but paradoxically way more resistant and strong than his human appendage had even been. It grew and grew, progressively departing from his head and becoming a huge triangle of green hide; it was really a funny show to behold: a goblin with a human ear - albeit emerald in color and pointed. That, however, was going to change soon.

In contrast to the one big ring, Asher picked up four smaller rings. He took a slow breath and then began quickly sliding them into place along the back edge of his right ear, building himself a ladder of piercings, grinning deeply all the while.

As more and more metal was inserted into the skin, the changes started to become faster, as if the magical energy trapped inside the hobgoblin's body was getting progressively hungrier the more it fed. Asher's right ear exploded into goblinhood the moment the last ring of the ladder had been set into place, some charred fragments of the previous, more tender skin raining on the floor like a handful of green dust. Xavren looked at his boyfriend with feverish eyes.

"You are becoming so perfect, my love..." he whispered. "But you can keep going as much as you want..."

"What do you think next, my love? Eyebrow ring? Chin piercing? Maybe... a ladder for my cock?" Asher murmured, gesturing for Xavren to come over and join him. The goblin wrapped his arms around the neck of his taller boyfriend and kissed him passionately.

"How about all of them?" he whispered with a wicked grin. Asher chuckled at that and looked around for a metal spike, bringing it up below his lower lip. He settled it in and grunted as he felt it pierce through the flesh. He looked deep into Xav's eyes as it took effect. The goblin's stare was full of admiration, awe and maybe a small amount of envy. "Damn, looks so hot..." he said, touching the steel spike protruding from his boyfriend's chin. Asher grinned mischievously again and leaned in for another kiss. Xav felt the faint poke of the spike on his chin, a constant reminder even as they kissed... but Ash had a lot more to do. he broke the kiss and ruffled through several more piercings, casting a sideways glance at Xav.

"Hold my dick up." he smirked, getting the next ring ready.

"Yes!" the goblin exclaimed immediately, more than eager to obey. His hands caressed the sexy, veiny surface of Asher's member, marveling at how big and thick it was, more than he could remember. "Damn, this looks fucking HUGE!" he couldn't help but exclaim. "Bet it's bigger than mine now, huh?" he didn't sound envious this time: in a sense, the dick looked natural on Asher's now enlarged and tall body. The dexterous fingertips of the goblin brushed against the thin delicate skin as if they were taking measurements. "So... A ladder, huh?"

"Yeah... Easier to put in if this beast isn't floppin' around, right?" Ash grinned, bringing the first ring up, then the second. His hands were meticulous, sliding the rings into place, building the body art into a perfect display. If anything, Xav was reminded of his own tattoo artist and how precise he was. While it was certain that Ash was no longer the human he had been, his future was wide open. Xavren looked at the now pierced shaft, at the powerful body of the creature in front of you, at his strong limbs and handsome face, and felt a pang of sorrow inside his chest.

"Y-you... really are a masterpiece, Ash," he murmured, his hands caressing the still almost bare cheek of the hobgoblin. "I mean, look at you..." he nodded towards the mirror with his head, the ears pressed against his head, lowered a bit as if in shame. "And look at me. Are you sure you still need me anymore? I'm just... damn, I'm just your average goblin, and..."

Ash cracked a grin before he bit his lip, looking rather adorable despite being so manly all over. He reached over and began to stroke, fondle and massage Xavren's left ear, manipulating it with perfect precision.

"When no one else saw me, you started me down this path and fell in love with who I was... I'm not going to leave you behind. We'll be together forever, and there won't be anyone that I care as much about even when I have an army of people worshipping at our feet." Asher said.

Xavren smiled back. For a moment, he remembered his first days at the highschool, how lonely he had felt being the only goblin to have dared crossing the borders of his neighborhood, to have left the relative security of his house, of the streets where he had been born and had grown up... He was just like Asher at the time, a small pipsqueak that no one noticed unless there was some bully around. But now... He was different. Both of them were. Yeah, Asher was big and powerful, but Xavren was still the one powerful enough to resurrect the hobgoblin race, after all.

"Yeah. Together forever..." he murmured in a dreamy tone. "But a true hobgoblin commander should look like the part, right? There's still something missing, Ash... A symbol of manliness, of true virility and power..."

"What do you mean? Like what?" Ash asked. Despite his height, strength and size, he was still inexperienced. He was still young, impressionable, and very curious as to what his boyfriend had in mind. Xav gave him a huge, mischievous grin, and his claws twirled around Asher's chin in an exotic dance.

"You mean you haven't admired the minotaur boys for theirs? Or looked in envy at the satyrs? Or - damn - at those sexy dwarf boys?" he whispered, wanting Asher to realize by himself that he was still incomplete, that one last stroke on the canvas of his body was needed to turn him into a real work of art.

"I... Wait, that too? I mean, I figured I might be able to grow a beard now, but it'd take time..." Ash murmured, though as the words escaped his lips he realized how foolish it sounded. His entire species had just been changed. A playful grin crossed his lips as he realized anything was possible. He gave Xav a quick, passionate kiss, "What sort of catalyst is needed?" he whispered. The goblin growled playfully, pushing his boyfriend onto the bed.

"I think a good ol' dose of goblin spunk would be perfect, ya know..." he exclaimed while jumping on the mattress to join the fun. "There's nothin' that magical juice can't do, believe me."

"Seems perfect, start and end the same way..." Asher murmured, moving over to get on the mattress too. He crawled over to Xav and wrapped his hands around the goblin's meat, starting to stroke it with long and lewd ministrations, moving down to lick and tease at the piercing at the very tip. Ash slowly groaned, "Your balls are like oranges... and I want some juice." he grinned.

"Be ready to squeeze 'em a bit, then," Xavren teased him with a small smile, caressing the green skin of the hobgoblin's cheeks. "You wanna know why hobgoblin went extinct, Ash? As the first member of your race after quite some time, I think ya should know." Ash looked a bit surprised at that, though his hand continued to gently squeeze his boyfriend's balls.

"I... No, I don't know." Ash said contemplatively. Xav nodded at those words.

"Well, that's no news... Not many know about 'em, not even among us goblins. It was so long ago... They were powerful, strong, charismatic, the champions of the goblin race. The problem is, they were also incredibly blood-thirsty." Xavren gulped. "After they had realized that no opponent could match 'em in strength, they... resorted in fighting against each other, until no one was left." He looked down at his partner, his crimson eyes now revealing a softer side. "But you're different, Ash... You can keep your instincts under control, probably because you were born as a human. Y'know, maybe that's the secret..."

"Tempering the wrath and blood lust with the identity of other races..." Ash nodded gently, "It's like pure bred dogs... The more pure their bloodline, the more fundamental flaws get replicated... and muts can be way more healthy." Ash smirked.

"Damn, not only you're as handsome as a hobgoblin, you're also as smart as one!" Xav replied in an amused tone, excitement sparkling inside his chest. "And yeah, you're fucking right, man... Think of what we could do together: raising an army of hobgoblins, one at a time... I wonder how a fairy would change. Can ya imagine one of them gettin' all buff and green?"

"Dude, think they'd keep their magic?" Ash asked with his jaw dropping, "I mean, freezing water or manipulating wind... or that seduction magic..." he murmured. Xavren felt his passion and love for Asher reaching new heights: the innocent, childlike expression of wonder on his perfectly chiseled face was a breathtaking spectacle.

"Who knows, maybe! And maybe a unicorn boy would keep his big polished horn!" He laughed heartily before eyeing his boyfriend. "And speakin' of horns to be polished..." Asher smirked at that, remembering the coup de grace yet to come. He brought his head down again and began to lick at the underside of Xav's cock, undulating the tongue, his lips teasing the tip before he began to take it in and suck the familiar shaft once more... the shaft that took his virginity, his humanity, the shaft he loved so much.

As the hobgoblin's mouth wrapped around his dick, Xavren almost immediately felt a surge of magic traveling through his body, trying to reach his pierced dick. Not so fast..., he said to himself, remembering the dizziness that had taken him after the last blowjob. This time he wanted - no, he needed - to be in control... If the two of them were going to be partners, lovers, boyfriends and soulmates, he didn't want to risk changing Asher by mistake thanks to a random discharge of runic energies. Like a violinist delicately playing his instrument, despite the advancing wave of climax clouding his thoughts a bit, Xav directed the magic channeled through his body exactly in the way he wanted, making sure not to release it until the inevitable orgasm.

Asher worked hard to please his mate, using skill and passion. The only thing that had changed was his greed, his insatiable need. The hunger that had drawn it out so fast was tempered. He wanted Xav to have the time of his life, however much time that took. He sucked and slurped, bobbed his head back and forth and gave those green leathery balls the massage of their life.

Xavren smiled, realizing that now that his changes were almost over, Ash had lost the dangerous drive that had inhabited him for the past few days, allowing him to find balance: he truly was a new creature, the first member or the reborn hobgoblin kind... with their flaws tempered and diminished thanks to Asher's human heritage. Xav couldn't help but smile, seeing himself leading hundreds and hundreds of muscular, powerful green gods, ready to turn the whole world upside down... And his pierced cock responded, filling itself to the brim with magic and spraying lime-colored seed down Asher's throat.

Asher pushed his face so tight into Xav's groin that his pointed nose bent up, but he began to suckle and milk that cock, letting that green flow down and fill his belly. It was like the nectar of the gods, as thick as honey and twice as warm. Asher murmured happily, those vibrations translating into Xav's cock as it spilled its seed.

The goblin caressed his lover just under his chin. "Come here," he whispered in need. "I want to savor my taste on your lips while your changes take place..." Ash grinned at that and pulled himself off the cock, moving up his lover's body before kissing him outright. The two goblins were soon chest to chest and cock to cock, grinding and rubbing as they embraced.

Xavren smiled in the kiss. It's starting, he said to himself, feeling the magical energy fizzling gently right underneath the leathery skin of Asher's face, stimulating every follicle and kicking the growth of his facial hair into overdrive. Moaning in horniness despite still being immersed into the golden bubble of afterglow, he brushed his mouth against his boyfriend's, feeling the rough caress of the rapidly emerging blond stubble.

Asher could feel a tingling, a texture, but nothing definite. He was focused on the kiss and the feel of the cum sloshing around in his stomach. He kept the kiss going and nuzzled his lover, grinding hard and fast, their hearts almost beating in unison.

Asher's face was radiating warmly against Xavren's skin, the energy building up and ready to explode and unleash its full potential; it all started with the chin, where wispy, soft hair pushed out of his skin, inch after inch, creating an unruly goatee, a perfect match for the one already decorating Xav's face. The hobgoblin moaned softly, feeling the first definitive change. As his goatee pressed against his lover, as the hair was pushed against, pulled against, pressed into - the pressure, the tug of it on his skin, it sent shivers down Ash's spine. He began humping harder, his cock reforming to full erection in moments.

Dutifully following the example set by the goatee, an amazing mustache bloomed from the grin skin right above Asher's upper lip, at first thin, but progressively thicker and manlier by the second; the hair pushed out, curving down around the lip before finding the goatee and merging with it into an orgy of messy, strong hair. The facial fur grew longer, the mustache threatening to cast a shadow over Asher's plump lips; the hair on his chin, no longer wavy and curly, straightened a bit and pushed outside the skin one centimeter after the other, in a fascinating and wonderful cascade of darkened gold.

The strength in Asher grew once more as his kiss intensified, his body melding to his lover's. Soon Xav's groin felt wet and realization dawned that raw, potent hobgoblin spooge was spraying all over his belly, bush and balls. Asher kept the kiss up, ripening under his mate's magic.

The jawline of the hobgoblin, already squared and masculine, was rapidly losing its hopeless battle against pure unadulterated virility, being conquered squared inch after squared inch by blond fur. The beard enveloped the lower half of Asher's face, tingling and buzzing with magical energy, growing longer and longer without any end in sight. His goatee was already six inches long, then eight, then ten, his lips now almost completely nestled inside the rich texture of his mustache.

Asher's kiss was passionate, manly, and in control. He felt the power of the masculinity pouring through himself, and it was all thanks to Xav. It was a debt he'd never be able to repay, but he'd spend the rest of his life trying. He continued to spray his spunk over Xav, soaking his boyfriend's lap and his bed... and there was no end in sight.

****

The sound of a heavy downpour echoed off of the roof of the school, funneled down the rain spouts and poured out across the gravel and lawn like fire hoses. The unfortunate timing of the storm had forced the morning student body to condense and filter into the halls for their morning socialization. The halls were crowded and tightly packed, even more than usual. While the spirits had been dampened by the rain, a few were trying to make the best of it. A fairy boy with blue wings and natural green eyeshadow tossed a ball of light to a red headed, orange winged friend who deflected the light over to bounce off the ass of a unicorn. The light exploded into a rainbow, arching down the hallway and skittering away. The laughter echoed from all directions.

"I always knew you farted rainbows, Uyel!" Someone shouted at the unicorn. The male tossed his long white mane over to the other side of his head and gave a saucy grin.

"You should see what else comes out of me, dear." He murmured. The comment would have undoubtedly started a firestorm of back and forth, but the doors to the school opened and there was a faint gasp. Xavren's arrival always created a bit of a stir. His dark green skin and dark hair, tattoos and piercings, even his clothes stood out... but he looked even more distinct today. His tattoos were darker, his hair much longer, his muscles larger. He was imposing to say the least, even more than the minotaurs.

While it had been Xavren that drew their attention, however, the majestic figure of an even taller hobgoblin standing behind Xav startled them the most. Ash stood at an impressive six foot five with shoulders broader than any football player. His leather jacket had been modified into a vest, showing off his tough, rotund muscled biceps scrawled with jet black tribal tattoos; the vest was completely unzipped, allowing the world to see the perfect set of washboard abs underneath and to admire the glimmering of the thick golden ring hanging from the juicy dark green nipples of the former human.

The hobgoblin looked around, scanning the silent crowd with his amethyst reptilian eyes; a predatory smile emerged on his lips, revealing a set of pointed fangs and two tusks that would have put any orc to shame. He creaked his fingers, covered in heavy looking silver rings engraved in runes, enjoying the sight of more than one student wincing in fear and taking a couple of steps back.

Those who weren't scared by the sudden appearance of a hobgoblin in the corridors of the school were without a doubt deeply fascinated and entranced by him: his body was muscular, athletic and flawless, but his face was if possible even more handsome. Shining purple irises, a broad and masculine nose, a set of green plump lips that looked almost impossibly kissable, and of course the biggest pair of goblin ears any student and professor of the school had ever seen in their lives, the right one decorated with a ladder of steel rings while the left one sported a single silver hoop right at the utmost point, not to mention a pitch black plug engraved with a glowing green rune. It hadn't take long for Xavren to realize that the energy that had changed Asher was particularly clingy and had affected and altered his magical circuits permanently, imprinting a copy of the metamorphic curse Xav possessed inside the mighty body of his boyfriend.

The hair of the hobgoblin was, if possible, even more outrageous and fashinating: the sides of his head had been trimmed, leaving him with a towering blond mohawk that made him look even taller than he already was, while his bushy, long and thick beard projected an aura of manliness and self-confidence so intense that it was almost magnetic. Asher grinned again the moment he noticed the blue winged fairy boy staring at him with a rivulet of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Clear a path... Make way... Move!" Came the disgruntled shouts of a school administrator trying to get through. Asher froze, hearing the familiar voice. His eyes looked up and watched Coach bowling through students before coming to a stop in front of them. His nostrils flared and he took a few scents before he looked at Xavren, "It is against school policy to bring guests without written permission from the principal." Coach growled. Ash merely grinned at that.

"What if they're already students here?" Ash asked, pulling out his student ID card and offering it to the minotaur. Coach looked dubious and took the card from the hobgoblin and stopped dead. On the piece of plastic was a photograph of a rather depressed and lonely looking blond human teenager wearing simplistic and bland clothes. Coach looked back at the hobgoblin slowly.

"What kind of joke is this? I don't get it..." Coach murmured. Ash chuckled softly again.

"You never really did, didja coach?" Ash smirked, "You were never satisfied with me before... And you took such great relish in punishing me for something I didn't do, but you know what? You did your job as a teacher after all... You gave me what I needed to grow up into an independant man in control of his own destiny. You gave me Xavren... and time to be alone with him." Ash said, glancing at his boyfriend with a look of love before he looked back at the teacher, "Now, if you'll excuse me, we've got to get to first period." Ash said before he pushed past the dumbfounded educator. Xavren patted the shoulder of the minotaur with an amused expression on his face.

"Just so that ya know, Coach... Still have those pictures with you being screwed by that unicorn. So don't you dare messing around with me and my man, 'kay?" And with that, the goblin followed his bigger boyfriend down the corridor. The coach exhaled sharply, his lips curling into rage. As the two goblins made their way down the hallway there was a heated bellow behind them, but the sound of fury only made the lovers grin. It was clear that this was their domain now... their kingdom... And it was time to recruit.