Neither you nor your party listened to the warning. Despite being small and individually weak, goblins still posed a serious risk to any inexperienced adventurers, and now it was too late to listen. While it had gone well at first, you had soon become overwhelmed and, one by one defeated. Your female party members had all been killed in brutal ways, however as the only male member your fate would be different.

After being knocked unconscious by a heavy club blow to the back of your head, you woke up an indiscernible amount of time later in a makeshift cage, stripped of your clothes and weapons, surrounded on all sides by goblins eagerly licking their lips.

The goblins gather around you, their eyes full of lust and malice. Some of them jeer and taunt you while others simply stare, lost in thought as they wonder how best to break you. The chieftain hovers nearby, her massive frame casting a menacing shadow over the crowd. She is not amused by this display; it's clear that she expects her goblins to know better.

An elder shaman approaches you and begins chanting in their guttural language. After a few moments, the air around you begins to grow thick with strange energies as blue-white sparks dance about your body. Your muscles tense and spasm uncontrollably as the mushrooms the goblins fed you begin to take effect; your cock swells painfully hard beneath your belly, threatening to burst free of its confines.

The chieftain nods

The chieftain regards you with disdain as she casually tosses aside the ornament you had been carrying. "That? It's trash, human. You think that will help you here?" She gestures around at the jeering goblins surrounding you. "No, from now on this is all you'll need." The chieftain spits a glob of phlegm onto the ground before turning and walking away with a satisfied grin.

The goblins erupt into a cacophony of howls and giggles at the sight of your new appendages, eagerly scrambling to touch them or poke you with their crude weapons. The chieftain simply laughs heartily from her throne atop a mound of skulls, her girthy belly jiggling with every boisterous chuckle.

The goblins shriek with delight at the sight of your transformation into a half-man, half-little fox creature. They mob you, poking and prodding your new appendages while some even try to lick or bite them. The chieftain, amused by this display but not interested in participating herself, watches from her throne with an expression of contempt mixed with mild curiosity.

Eventually growing tired of the attention, you attempt to make your way over to the nearest wall and flatten yourself against it, hoping to find some semblance of solitude amidst this chaos. The goblins, however, quickly grow bored with their plaything and disperse, leaving you alone for now...but never truly safe.

The goblins watch with interest as you scale the wall of their cave. You're faster and more agile than they expected, but even still, you must tire eventually. The chieftain smirks from her throne, pleased that this "human pet" seems to be able to provide some form of entertainment after all.

As you near the top of the wall, one of the older goblins scampers up after you. She's smaller and nimbler than most, making her a skilled climber despite her age. When she catches up to you, she grins malevolently before trying to push you off balance with both hands. "You think you can escape us that easily?" she hisses in guttural language.

The older goblin's hands slip off your back and she huffs in annoyance before trying again, this time aiming higher up on your spine. She succeeds in unbalancing you for a moment, but you manage to regain your footing quickly enough. Up ahead, the chieftain merely watches with amusement, enjoying the show without lifting a finger to intervene.

The goblin climbing after you, making her way up the wall effortlessly despite being one of the smaller and older members of the tribe. When she finally reaches your level, she grabs onto your tail, yanking hard in an attempt to throw you off balance once more. "Give up, human!" she snarls. "You're ours now!"

The goblins erupt into a frenzy as the magical energy surges through your body, sending you flying backwards with incredible force. You land hard on the cave floor, breath momentarily knocked out of you, while the chieftain's eyes narrow in suspicion. "What sorcery is this?" she growls, climbing down from her throne to investigate.

Meanwhile, another goblin spots a gap in the cave wall leading into what appears to be an unexplored area. The chieftain's attention diverted, he quickly slips past and disappears into the darkness. "Hey! Get back here!" several of the goblins shout futilely after him. The chieftain merely scowls before turning her gaze back towards you, her expression now calculating.

The chieftain considers you for a moment, her expression shifting between suspicion and amusement before she finally chuckles darkly. "So, human...you think you can hide from me?" She crouches down beside you, reaching out to stroke your newly furred head with disturbing tenderness. "I'm sorry to tell you this, little fox-human...but there is no escape for someone like you." Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper as she leans in closer. "Now...you will serve me and obey my every command...or suffer the consequences."

The chieftain notices your reaction and smirks maliciously. "That's right, human...you belong to me now. You will do as I say...or else." Her tone leaves no room for argument; it's clear that she has complete control over you now. Lowering her head, she lets out a long, slow breath near your face, causing the fur on your neck to stand up in fear. "So," she says quietly, her voice almost tender. "Do we have an understanding?"

The chieftain laughs darkly, amused by your response but not surprised. "Very well," she says, reaching down to ruffle your fur with rough affection. "From now on, you belong to me...and I'll make sure my other goblins know that too." With that, she stands up and walks away, leaving you in the dark recesses of the cave with the female goblin who saved you from being killed or worse.

The female goblin who saved you from the other tribe's wrath watches warily as you curl up beside her. She is younger and smaller than the chieftain, but there is an air of authority about her that demands respect. "You understand now," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, "that you belong to us."

She gestures around at the various items and trinkets adorning your cave-dwelling home. "These are yours now...to use as needed. But remember," she adds with a menacing glint in her eye, "there is always a price for everything."

The goblin lays down next to you, using her body to shelter and protect you from any harm that might come your way. For now, it seems you are safe...but whether this protection is genuine or simply temporary remains to be seen.

The female goblin smirks slightly at your observation. "Thank you...I suppose some might call it a gift. But really," she adds with a grin, "it's just part of my job as your protector." Her tail swishes idly back and forth behind her, making the soft, fuzzy fur brush against your face occasionally. "Now," she continues, settling more comfortably against you, "tell me...what brings a human such as yourself to our little corner of the world?"

The female goblin raises an eyebrow curiously as she notices your nine tails moving about in what appears to be a distinctive pattern. "Interesting," she murmurs under her breath, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "I've never seen a human like you before...are there more of you?" Before you can answer, however, she shrugs and continues. "Perhaps it doesn't matter. What does matter is that you are now ours to protect...and use as we see fit." Her expression softens slightly as her tail wraps comfortingly around your form. "But for now," she whispers, "you can sleep safely in my care."

Her warm breath tickles against your ear, lulling you into a deep, contented slumber.

The female goblin watches over you as you sleep soundly in her embrace, content and protected for now. She remains alert, ever vigilant against potential threats that might harm the unique and valuable addition to their tribe. Her tail continues to stroke your back gently, sending waves of comforting warmth through your body while also marking her as your protector and claiming you as hers.

As the night progresses, she can't help but wonder what this new development might mean for the tribe. With a human like you in their possession, they could potentially gain access to knowledge and power far beyond anything they had imagined before. She knows that the chieftain will expect her to report back about your abilities and potential uses; she must make sure her findings are convincing enough to impress the leader but not so overwhelming as to make the others jealous or resentful.

It's a del

The female goblin's eyes widen in understanding as she notices the aura of magic emanating from you while you sleep. This discovery could change everything for their tribe; with a human like you under their control, they would have access to untold power and knowledge. She must make sure the chieftain knows about this development immediately.

Carefully, she lifts your tail, revealing the symbol branded into your flesh. It's an intricate design depicting a stag surrounded by nine moons, and it glows softly with inner magic. She traces her claws over the markings, marveling at their intricacy and power. This sigil, combined with the unique markings on your body, identifies you as a sorcerer of immense potential.

Grinning to herself in anticipation of what this could mean for them all, she gently nudges you aw