A peculiar patterning… Aster made note of it, but doubted it meant anything good. 

His wings fluttered lightly in the air, keeping the fairy stabilized as he studied the invasive weed. Its leaves’ veins were organized in orderly triangular subdivisions, like an arithmetic nightmare. Too uniform to be a coincidence, and far too widespread throughout the ecosystem to be natural. Its gnarled, thorn-studded vines were slowly encroaching across the little hamlet he called home, and the fairy had decided to take matters into his own hands.

He flitted a little lower and examined the foliage of a nearby bush, its berries turning an unnatural shade of black. Aster frowned, took out his notebook, and started scrawling between the crammed margins of his messy penmanship. All the signs seemed to point towards the influence of the arcane, but what did it mean? Some kind of enchanted arrowroot? Snapdragon vines?

He was so enraptured in his investigation he hadn’t noticed the pair of wide, slitted eyes watching him in eager silence and the long-eared shadow closing in on him.

SCHLAP!!

Thick, padded hands suddenly clapped around him violently, mashing the fairy between a pair of sweaty palms and crumpling his wings.

Something squealed with delight, “I GOT ONE! I GOT ONE!” She burst into a coarse chortle of a laugh, dancing a dopy jig. “CUDGEL CAUGHT A LIL’ FLUTTERFLY MAN!!” Slowly opening her hands, she gazed upon her catch and grinned from ear to ear, showing off a set of dull, tusked teeth with hunks of a spit roast lunch still caught between.

Cradled in her hands, Aster was paralyzed with dread as two more green-skinned ghouls appeared at her side, eagerly eyeing the captured fairy.

G-Goblins…

Not goblins…

The one on her left—a tall snaggletooth with a puddle-of-mud complexion—sneered, wiggling the nose ring that dangled below her slit nostrils. “Puny flutterfly man,” She said, jabbing him with a pointy, black-nailed finger. It knocked the wind out of him, and he doubled-over in his captor’s palm. “Weak teenie-weenie-man. Cudgel gonna crush’im eazy-peazy~” Those last words lingered on her poison-tipped tongue, thin and forked. “Better give ‘im ta Sickle instead.”

“Yeahh!!” Chimed the goblin on her right—Dark green, with matted black bangs covering her eyes. She was so short that Aster could only see her wide, batty ears over the cusp of Cudgel’s cupped hands, yet her shrill cackle painted a clear enough picture for him. “Clumsy Cudgel, let big sissy Sickle have ‘im instead! Even better-y, give ‘im ta Sow! Sow gonna show ‘im a GOOD time!”

The overeager shortstack pawed at him, only for his captor to swoop him out of the way and squeeze her palms closed, smothering the fairy between her musky mitts. While the goblins squabbled amongst themselves, Aster started committing their names to memory. There was still a chance he could talk his way out of this, however slim.

At last, light shone into the pit of her palms as Cudgel cracked open her fists and peered inside with a swiveling bloodshot eyeball.

“Ah, h—hello?” Aster began nervously. “Listen, if we could just talk this out, Miss—”

The goblin snorted loudly. She screwed up her face in an ugly expression, puffed out her cheeks and puckered her lips.

Aster realized what was about to happen. “Waitwaitwait—”

She spat on him with the force of a sopping hammerstrike, drenching him in a deluge of sticky saliva. This ensured he wouldn’t be getting far—Everyone knew fairies couldn’t fly if their wings were wet. As Aster gasped for air, another long droop of goblin spit dribbled out of Cudgel’s lips, crashing down on his head. For the final nail in the coffin, she mashed him between her palms, further crinkling his tattered wings.

Cudgel grinned, kneading her worn hands together. “Now flutterfly man can’t escape!” She beamed matter-of-factly. Once she was sure he’d been thoroughly broken-in, she unfurled her mitts and grinned down at her twitching toy. “Now flutterfly man belongs to Cudgel!”

Planished into submission and stuck to her palm, Aster groaned. His face wrinkled in disgust at the goblin’s viscous saliva, coating him like a thin mucous membrane.

Cudgel cocked her head to the side, puzzled. “Whatsamatter?? Flutterfly man don’t like Cudgel’s spit?” Her ears twitched and a wide grin split across the goblin’s face. “Then flutterfly man gonna HATE this!”

Against his inelegant protests, she opened her mouth and stuck out a fat purple tongue. The beastly mass slapped against her hand and cascaded across Aster, slathering him with spit. He grimaced, feeling every taste bud rake across his face.

Cudgel cackled horribly. “Mmmmm, flutterfly man taste GOOD,” She hummed, smacking her lips and savoring the fleeting taste. “Cudgel gonna need seconds!” And with that, she greedily lapped him up, drawing the fidgeting fairy into her mouth with another long, laborious lick. He just barely avoided a row of dull, rounded teeth, but the worst still awaited him.

The inside of Cudgel’s mouth was humid and dark, warm saliva pooling at Aster’s ankles. Bits of raw meat and berries and whatever else this ghoul had gobbled down in the last few hours littered her dank, dripping maw. He recoiled instinctively and lost the delicate balance he’d been maintaining atop her tongue, stumbling backwards and landing on the squishy surface.

Her tongue began to wriggle and writhe, suddenly turning upside-down and slamming him into the side of her mouth. Spread against the inside of her cheek, he felt the tip of her tongue explore every inch of his prone body before wrapping itself around him and yanking him back onto her bed of taste buds. The tongue coiled around him like an oily serpent eager to squeeze every last drop of exotic flavor out of him. Every now and then she’d open her mouth, temporarily bathing the little morsel in streaks of dwindling sunlight.

After being lapped, licked and slobbered on, teetering on the edge of being outright swallowed, Cudgel finally dribbled him out in a bubbling wad of drool. She clenched her fist a few times to make sure he was good and stuck once again, delighting in the feeling of spit seeping between her fingers.

“Ewwwww,” Sow squealed, cupping her pudgy face. “Icky! Cudgel so cruel~”

Cudgel let out a husky chuckle. “Sow thinks THAT how mean Cudgel can get?” She quickly wiggled out of her drab coveralls and dropped them in a heap around her feet, leaving the goblin naked save for the bright green apron tied modestly around her front. She raised her hand, Aster still stuck to her palm. “WATCH THIS!” 

Rearing back, she smacked her exposed hip with a hearty CLAPP!

When she lifted her hand, Aster lay plastered in the middle of an immense red handprint on Cudgel’s ass.

Sow howled with delight, pointing and laughing at the teeny-tiny fairy imprinted against the vastness of a single buttcheek. She toppled over, kicking her legs and pounding her fists into the dirt as her speech devolved into a series of choking guffaws.

Sickle wasn’t impressed. “Feh,” She said aloud, crossing her arms. In truth, Cudgel had hips more than twice the size of the lanky goblin’s and Sow’s put together. But she wasn’t about to act surprised that she’d found SOME use for that big butt of hers. “So what?” She spoke, reaching towards the plastered fairy. “Looky here.”

With a pair of thin, rankled fingers, Sickle gently (As gentle as a goblin’s touch could be, anyway) peeled Aster’s tiny body off Cudgel’s huge, wobbling buttock. She pretended not to notice the ripple running across it as he came loose, nor the comical impact tattoo slowly fading into her supple flesh.

“Let Sickle show you how’s it done, ‘cuz Sickle’s the bigboss!” She turned her attention to Aster and tapped her temple with a punctuating claw. “Sickle’s tha brains. Sickle handles aaaallll tha bizness ‘cuz Sickle’s ar-tick-you-late.” Her wafting breath made Aster gag.

“Flutterfly wanna see REAL nasty?” Sickle sneered. She hooked the tip of a short-handled scythe onto her curling lip and lifted it to reveal interlocking rows of thin, sharp teeth like dozens of miniature knives. They looked much nastier than Cudgel’s dull dentistry, ready to rip the little fairy to ribbons.

Aster shook his head weakly, staring up her nose as she held him upside-down.

“Aaawwwww, flutterfly's so cute, Sickle could just eat flutterfly up!” She teased, gnashing her teeth. “...But stoopid Cudgel kinda did that already,” She said under her breath with a wisp of bitter disappointment. Deep in thought, she idly swung Aster around by the ankle, carelessly whisking him through the air like a useless baton.

Finally an idea plunked into her head. Grinning, the flat-eared goblin lifted up her other arm and dangled her prey before the murky bog of her armpit. Short, shaven stubble beckoned to Aster as a foul stench wafted over him. He could only pray that Sickle wasn’t about to—

“In-you-go!” She laughed, flinging him into the air.

He experienced a moment of dizzying weightlessness before her arm clamped around him, sealing Aster inside her rancid pit. The smell was stupefying—It burned the inside of his nose while the burgeoning hairs raked across his skin, covering him in minor lacerations. As he summoned his strength to wiggle about, Sickle began to squirm.

“Cu-cut it out!” She gagged. “Flutterfly tickles!”

The pressure increased within the musky dungeon but Aster kept awkwardly shimmying and weaving his body between the sweaty sandwich of Sickle’s underarm. He spasmed his fingers across the surface of her stinky pit, desperately trying to free himself from the acrid dungeon.

Meanwhile, the goblin was trying and failing to keep her composure, corkscrewing her leg into the ground and clenching her teeth hard enough to shatter diamond. Her cohorts watched, fascinated. They’d never seen a face turn that color.

“Sickle gonna blow!” Said Sow.

Cudgel leaned in, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey Sickle…” She said, biting her lip

Sickle closed her eyes and whispered under her breath. “Don’t—”

“Guess-what-chicken-butt.”

All at once, the three goblins erupted into a flurry of batty, ear-screeching cackles. Tickled into submission, Sickle finally threw her arms into the air, allowing Aster to escape—Though that’d be putting it generously. With wings slick with sweat, he didn’t fly so much as he was flung through the air like a wet brick. Plummeting towards the ground, he noticed it looked greener and closer than usual before face-planting.

Aster took a moment to gather his bearings and calm his fraying nerves. But the way his body sank into the supple, spongy surface told him that his troubles weren’t over yet. Looking up, he found himself staring at Sow’s wide, lip-splitting grin. Her tongue ran over thick dental braces made of wrought iron. She burst into another laughing fit, causing the green-skinned ground under his feet to quiver and quake uncontrollable. Skidding to a halt, Aster overlooked a vast gorge that split the wide berg in twain.

The fairy’s face turned beet red.

The ground he stood upon was merely the giddy goblin’s… gratuitous endowment.

While a curtain of dirty black hair hid her eyes, a clear blush had spread across Sow’s dimpled cheeks. “Sow’s turn! Sow’s turn!” She shrieked, bouncing on her heels. “Lookit! Lookit!!” 

All the kinetic energy threw Aster off his feet and landed him on his ass again and again in nauseating repetition.

When Sickle & Cudgel proved too busy to notice (Cudgel had wrapped the lean goblin in a headlock and was jamming her face in her hairy armpits), a frown spread tightly across her face. “Stoopid…” She pouted, scratching her head with what looked like a sai dagger bent in half. 

“Well… At least Sow gets the itty-bitty man aaaalll to Sowself…” She purred, turning her attention back to Aster. “Itty-bitty-maaa~aaaan, Itty-bitty maaa~aaaan,” Sow sang, squeezing her elbows together and shuffling her shoulders, heaving each breast up and down like a jiggling seesaw.

Staying on his feet proved too difficult, and with a wayward rock Aster found himself pinwheeling uselessly as he fell backwards into the canyon between each mighty tit.

Sow squealed with delight. “Ooooooohhhhh, flutterfly’s in trouble noooowwww~” She tittered, groping herself eagerly.

The pressure tightened around Aster’s midsection—He was already up to his chest in boobfat and rising. Each jiggle of goblin flesh slowly sank him deeper and deeper into her cleavage, until only his head remained above boob-level. A shadow lurked overhead as his tormentor twirled a devilish finger in the air, zeroing in on him with tantalizing slowness.

“Buh-bye-bye!” She sang out one last time, before plunging her finger into the depths and submerging the woodland fairy in a stale realm of darkness and sweat.

Wriggle as he might, Sow wasn’t nearly as ticklish as her gangly cohort. Every struggle was met with a firm shake of her breasts, only nestling him deeper between them. It was like quicksand, in goblin form and twice as resilient. The warm flesh was practically sticking to him.

“HEY WAIT!” Sickle shouted suddenly, still caught in a nasty headlock. “Where’d flutterfly go?” She and Cudgel cluelessly glanced down at the ground and began inspecting the bottoms of their feet.

“Oooohhh, wouldn’t Cudgel n’ Sickle like ta know~” Sow beamed with her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels playfully. She bobbed her head and stuck out her chest, barely pinned back by a pair of struggling overalls.

Cudgel and Sickle looked at each other, then at Sow.

It sounded like a fight had broken out in the outside world. The goblins’ muffled voices were shouting and overlapping each other; Aster’s boob-prison had been shaking nonstop. He could feel Sow’s chest bouncing wildly, swinging to and fro and occasionally slamming into something, as if being wielded like a grand warhammer. The combination of boobsweat and bouncing caused him to slip further into the depths of his tormentor’s cleavage.

Sinking deeper and deeper, just when he thought he’d be doomed to be lost and forgotten between the goblin girl’s boobs, an immense pressure slammed into him from both sides.

“Let flutterfly go!” Cudgel huffed, pressing Sow’s hefty tits together with all of her might. Sow squealed inarticulately, Sickle’s arms wrapped around her like mummifying bandages.

“Just grab flutterfly!” Sickle snarled as Sow angrily nibbled her forearm.

In a flash of genius, Cudgel rolled up her sleeve and jammed her hand between Sow’s breasts. “Heeeeere flutter-flutter-flutterfly man~ Cudgel wanna play s’more!” Her wiggling fingers felt the unmistakable form of an inch-high man and wrapped around him.

“GOTCHA!” She exclaimed, whipping her hand out of Sow’s cleavage. “Now flutterfly belongs to Cudgel again! Izzin’t that right—” She was interrupted as Sow reared back and headbutted her in the gut. Wheezing, Aster’s “owner” released him, letting the limp fairy tumble to the ground.

“GRAB ‘IM!” Sickle roared, letting go of Sow. The diminutive goblin whirled around and smacked Sickle aside with a hefty sideboob. Another fight was breaking out amongst the goblin trio, and Aster was caught in the middle.

From the ground he gazed up at the three titans. Gnawing, spitting, biting, clawing—They looked more like feral beasts fighting over the last scrap of food than the best of friends. A huge, flat foot stomped right next to Aster, and he rolled aside just in time to avoid the other. The fairy wasn’t used to being on the terrestrial-bound with his wings still in bad shape. It was quite a harrowing experience with six scuffling feet to avoid—

Another foot came down right on top of him, mashing Aster’s face into the dirt. As it lifted, its toes curled around him, taking him along for the ride.

“H-Hey! No tickling!” Cudgel grunted, unaware of the fairy trapped between her thick, calloused toes. She lost her balance and tried to correct, her swiveling hip knocking over a wheelbarrow full of sparkling, gnarled seedlings in the process. Cudgel’s dirty digits squeezed and battered Aster senseless. Right as he managed to slip free, Sickle’s long, pale sole slapped on top of him.

The gangly goblin barely even noticed, too busy fighting off Cudgel & Sow who were now taking turns yanking on her spiked mohawk. “Get-off, get-off!” She howled at the two goblins who had clambered onto her. The sheer weight of Cudgel’s fat ass had her teetering to one side, raising the foot with the fairy stuck to it in the air. “Sickle said GET-OFF!”

Aster finally peeled off of Sickle’s clammy foot and landed flat on his back, right as she managed to throw off her assailants. The vast blue sky overhead turned green as the fairy recognized the speckled skin of a goblin’s bare ass plummeting towards him.

Why…? He pondered as a heavy shadow fell over him.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

Why goblins?

Cudgel landed with a heavy THUDD!

Rubbing her sore backside, she never felt the little fairy she’d just squashed.

Underneath her, Aster was caught between Cudgel’s jiggling thigh and the cheek itself, sealed within the goblin’s gluteal crease as she rose to her feet. On sight, Cudgel lunged for Sow, stopped only by a bony hand gripping both of them by the forehead.

“ENUFF!!!” Sickle screeched. She smacked Cudgel & Sow across the face, fuming. “Quittit! Cudgel n’ Sickle n’ Sow gotta job ta do! Gotta focus!” She smacked herself in the forehead a few times, sharing the abuse.

“Buh-buh-but flutterfly maaa~aan,” Sow whined.

“Fuggetabout flutterfly!” The trio’s leader balled up Cudgel’s clothes and threw them at her. “Cudgel get dressed! An’ Sow quit crying! More important things ta worry about!” 

She gestured to the wheelbarrow that had been tipped over during the scuffle, dozens of seeds spilled from it fizzling and popping out of existence in the exposed sunlight. “Now Cudgel n’ Sickle n’ Sow gotta go an’ get more Hexlings, all ‘cuz of Cudgel’s big butt!”

“Big butt, so what~” Cudgel cooed, sticking out her tongue. With a wiggle of her hips, she hoisted up her dirt-stained coveralls and buttoned them clumsily.

One by one the goblins dusted themselves off, picked up their tools and started to head home, half the day wasted. A half-hearted apology tumbled out of each of their lips eventually, but each of them remained bitter and suspicious the whole walk back.

“Still wanna know what happened to flutterfly…” Sow sulked, bucking the half-empty wheelbarrow of enchanted seedlings as she toddled behind the others.

“Prob’ly flutter-flew away,” Cudgel said, scratching her ass. Trapped within her clothes, Aster was jammed into the clueless Cudgel’s gluteal fold. With each lumbering step, he was smothered against the goblin’s quivering cheekage, squeezed within a sweaty cleft.

Aster could only pray he wouldn’t spend the rest of his life smeared against a goblin’s bare butt. But fortune had not been smiling upon the fairy lately, and with another plodding footstep he was made a chew toy by her shifting glutes and swallowed whole.