Orc vs Goblin at The Champion's Delight (collab) (Patreon)

A collab project with https://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/n29219/profile. I helped them with wrestling stories after they got caught up in mine and we pieced this idea together. We wrote bit by bit, edited and brainstormed with each other and generally took a page or so at a time.

Ended up as a fantasy world wrestling match where a 10 foot tall orc faces off with four half-pint goblin girls who refuse to play fair! Who wins?

That’s actually the funny part. Both do. We wrote most of the story and then wrote two versions. Around the part with “stink bomb,” we cut out the ending and made it so either the goblin or the orc wins in the end. Not happy with my ending? Or love mine and want a little more? Check out both of our versions.

The Champion’s Delight was one of countless taverns that had gone with the “sports tavern” trend. Adventuring and warfare had gone out of style generations ago and the world’s many races turned to more conventional means of entertainment. So monsters and humans and everything in between put aside their differences to create pro wrestling.

The Delight kept a space open at one side of the bar on special nights like this. All the sports bars had basic magic mirrors or crystal balls to let the visiting drunks watch bases ball or tacklers or whatever was on at the time, but there was always a crowd when a wrestling match was on. The hosting tavern (Champion’s Delight, in tonight’s case) would move some tables to conjure a ring into the bar, the classic setup of a roped off square mat that became the universal eyecatcher of the Fantasy Wrestling League.

One of the waitresses hurdled over the ropes, her four horse-like legs clearing them easily as the busty blonde centaur settled her hooves on the mats. Yulia was a common pick by the manager to act as their referee, mainly because she looked hot and because there weren’t many rules to their variety of wrestling. The blonde horsemaiden glanced at her notes for the night as she raised her “speaking stone” to her lips.

“Thank you, everyone! Welcome to The Champion’s Delight, home of the ‘all you can quaff’ special. We have a very special match tonight! Our local champ will take on not two, not three, but FOUR opponents at once tonight in a handicap tag match! That’s right, a team of CR 1 ladies against a CR 4! Will numbers outdo raw strength and experience?! Let’s find out!”

The “Challenge Rating” was a system the league used to register just how strong or dangerous a wrestler was. Most races had a default rating, but they could easily exceed that with the right amount of practice or strategy. It was what kept an ogre from simply flattening a halfling in the ring, or helped sort out how to stack handicap matches for a close and exciting fight. Most creatures in the league only came up to 4 or 5, since anything stronger than that had trouble fitting inside the ring.

“Introducing first! The Rank 4 champion of the Goldenvale region! Hailing from the Proudskull Clan of the east, please welcome fan favorite Rika Oak!”

The door to the women's lavatory slammed open and a huge figure appeared. This being a tavern they didn't have a proper backstage area so they had to make do. The newcomer moved through the tables as all eyes were slowly drawn to her. She was wearing a white fur coat of a beast she would have you believe that she had slain. Her face was covered by the wolflike creature's snarling mouth.

On her way to the ring she stopped at the table where a dwarf was sitting. One huge green hand shot out from under the cloak and grabbed the dwarf's full mug.

“Hey!” he protested.

Oak ignored him. She brought the large mug up to her lips and began to drink, gulping down the liquid. The other patrons of the bar's eyes widened as the beer slowly disappeared down her throat, Oak not stopping to take a breath for at least 10 seconds. Once the mug was drained she let out a satisfying sigh and placed it back down on the dwarf's table upside down. Then suddenly she broke into a run. The tables shook as she sprinted towards the ring with her fur coat flying behind her. Oak leapt and landed on the ring apron causing the whole ring to creek at the sudden weight. She grabbed her fur coat and threw it off in a dramatic flourish.

Under the cloak, Oak was an especially tall and muscular orc woman with bright green skin. She was at least 10 feet tall and as she smiled, you could see that her teeth were sharper than a normal human’s would be. Wearing nothing but a fur-lined bikini which covered her heaving bosom and showed off her green ass with some heavy fur-lined boots, she leapt over the top rope and came into the ring shaking it again as she landed.

One of Oak’s fangirls had grabbed up her fur coat and was sniffing it passionately only to have it snatched from her by an elf girl. The first girl screamed in anger and dived on the elf and soon a messy catfight had started with both girls wrestling over the fur coat as the patrons egged on the little pregame show.

“Hey stop that,” Yulia Shouted stamping her hooves in frustration.

Oak just threw her head back and laughed. “It's only natura. Everybody wants a piece of Rika Oak.”

She flexed her green muscles for the crowd, grabbing their attention once again as they hooted and cheered the buff beauty.

“Maybe so but there's only supposed to be one fight tonight” Yulia said. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the catfighting women. A troll lumbered out of the corner and grabbed both of them by their hair, dragging them screaming to the door before tossing them out unceremoniously. The troll then returned to his corner crossing his arms.

“Can't I fight him instead?” Oak asked. “He will be more the match than me then four slutty little goblins.”

“He is the bouncer/security for this event and not actually a wrestler in the league,” Yulia said.

“That would be way more fun than squashing these little insects,” Oak said confidently. She leaned back on the ring ropes until they groaned in protest.

Yulia turned her half-horse body away from the orc and brought the speaking stone up to her lips to introduce her opponents.

“From the hills of Goblturn, descended from a long line of wrestlers! The sneaky schemers! The up-and-coming ranked 8! The quadruplet sisters team of Purty the purple, Olla the orange, Bea the blue, and Glitz the green! The Goblin Girl Gang!”

The foursome of goblins came out from the kitchen with delighted hoots and hollers. They completely lacked the intimidating stature and attitude that Oak was famous for, but were met with their own share of cheers and catcalls.

The girls coordinated their names and outfits with the color of their hair. Goblin genetics were pretty shaky to begin with, on top of their love of orgies, so the hair color confounded a few fans who doubted if they were real sisters. They all wore brightly colored leotards over white wrestling boots, generally being rowdy and playful as they made their way to the ring. Like many goblin girls, they were dark green with large, pointed ears, standing just over 3 feet tall and stunningly curvy shortstacks with huge busts that women twice their size would be jealous of.

They were famous as “the sneaky schemers” even in their solo matches, where the up-and-coming youngsters were using any trick they could to win. While they were mostly battling with gnomes and halflings their own size, the girls had been known to take down humans with their combined efforts and were often at ringside to meddle in their sister’s matches.

The girls played to their crowd in their own flirty ways. Purty, the purple-haired goblin with a thick and wild mane of hair, leaned over to a human woman’s table and stole one of her griffon tenders. She took a big bite and when she saw the human frown, she smiled wickedly with her needly fangs. She leaned in closer with it still held in her teeth, inviting the human woman to eat the other end before meeting in a quick but messy kiss.

Olla, the slightly smaller sister with shaggy orange hair over her eyes, waved eagerly to the fans over her head. When a few cheering fans waved back wearing a GGG t-shirt, she giggled and slipped under their table. Whatever she did down there got the mix of men and women blushing heavily before she came back out licking her lips contentedly.

Bea walked out, flipping off as many people as she could. Her bright blue mohawk with shaved sides made her defiantly sassy persona perfectly clear, and she was slightly taller and more muscular than the others (so still a fraction of Oak’s size). She wore a leather jacket over her wrestling one piece, which fans knew to be one of many places the goblins liked to stash foreign objects. She paused by a gawking young halfling maiden, just to grab her by the head and hug her into her warm green cleavage. A quick motorboating and a life-changing moment for the halfling and she was heading back to the ring.

Glitz strutted along with her massive rack jiggling like water balloons, more than making up for her slightly plumper build compared to the others. Her green hair was tied into several braids that dangled over her shoulders, back or green freckled bosom. She strode along like a little model, her boots even packing some thick high heels to help show off her curves (and to use on unsuspecting opponents). She paused to sit in the occasional lap, mashing her boobs against the guest’s chest or wiggling her booty in their crotches before striding off.

Their appreciated antics quickly led them to the ring where Oak was waiting. Even with their thick curves, the squishy little goblins combined didn’t match the orc’s bodyweight.

“Alright, now remember the rules,” Yulia explained as the foursome smirked and winked at the towering green amazon.

“Only one goblin in at a time. When you make a tag you can both stay in until I call time. Then you gotta go back and stay on the ring apron.”

The goblins nodded dismissively, clearly planning on abusing the vague rule. The fact that their referee had four legs and so wasn’t the best at turning quicky would clearly come into play as well.

“The winner is the first to make the entire opposing team submit, or have the entire side knocked out! Beyond that… anything goes! Sisters, pick your starter and step out.

The goblins exchanged quick glances, showing their natural teamwork by deciding on Purty without a word. She stayed put while the others went back to their corner, sneaking rude gestures and funny faces at Oak all the while.

The bell finally rang as the crowd started to root for their favorites, the Amazonian champ clearly having the audience in her favor when the goblins were barely at crotch height at best.

Oak stomped up to the small goblin in front of her, cracking her knuckles. “It's a shame that everybody watching is going to be disappointed because this match will be over in roughly 4 moves,” Oak grinned looking down at the goblin.

“On the contrary everyone's going to be extremely entertained when they see their favourite champion get fucked by four goblins at once,” Purty said with a wicked grin.

“Yeah right. We'll see about that,” Oak said before lashing out with a quick grab for the smaller girl.

But Purty quickly jumped out of the way. Oak grumbled and made another swipe for her but the nimble goblin was already dodging to the side.

"Hold still" oak bellowed but Purty No such thing continuing to run circles around her slower opponent sticking her tongue out.

Purty’s sisters cheered for her from the backside and jeered at Oak, which only made the orc woman more frustrated.

She made another wild grab for her slippery opponent but Purty drove in between Oaks’ towering legs and came up behind her. Seeing a very tempting target, Purty grabbed a hold of the waistband of Oaks bikini bottoms and pulled up as high as she could reach. Oaks squealed in an uncharacteristically high voice as her bottoms were pulled and stretched painfully into her privates. Purty stretched Oak’s panties out as far as she could getting halfway across the ring before letting them go. Oak's panties snapped back to her with a loud cracking noise. Causing the orc to shriek again and do a little jump forward.

Purty grinned and did a little bow for the audience, their laughs and cheers led by her sisters at Oak’s expense.

Oak growled angrily and reached out behind her. Her keen instincts and ring awareness let her latch onto Purty’s hair, lifting her up by the big mass of purple locks. The goblin kicked and squealed as she was lifted up in one buff green arm with ease, her legs flailing uselessly several feet off the ground.

“Not so fast now, are you?” Oak commented wryly.

Her fans started to get behind her again when Purty gripped her wrist and leaned backward, swinging her legs forward and planting a firm double kick into the orc’s face.

“Thanks for lettin’ me reach!” she taunted as even the petite creature’s boots were enough to make Oak flinch. She stumbled back and dropped the goblin who darted to her corner, quickly tagging in the busty Glitz to lend a hand.

Glitz quickly knelt down and Purty got on her shoulders then as a totem they ran forward. Oak was still a little dazed from the blow to the head and didn't react fast enough. With the boost from her sister, Purty was now at exactly the right height to send a straight punch right into Oak’s pussy.

“AGGGRRRAAAA” Oak roared in pain crossing her hands over her crotch and dropping to her knees. The orc had easily brushed off attacks from much stronger opponents in the past but even with all the constitution stats in the world, a blow to your privates would hurt no matter how tough you were. The dirty goblin’s little fist had dug in plenty deep as well.

The goblin supporters in the crowd cheered as Oak's fans booed. Glitz and Purty seemed to be enjoying both reactions equally as Glitz rotated them around and Purty blew kisses and shook her breasts for the audience.

But the goblins seem to be enjoying themselves too much and underestimated how long it would take Oak to recover from that blow.

The kneeling and stunned orc shook off the low blow and rose to one knee, grabbing Glitz around her waist while she was down this low. Oak’s breasts pushed up against Purty’s back as she stood up suddenly, lifting them both in a seemingly effortless gesture. The goblins squealed in surprise, grabbing onto each other just to keep from falling. That worked fine for Oak as she brought them crashing back down, power bombing two goblins in one move as they came splatting back to the mats.

The crowd all popped for the big move as the goblins bounced apart from each other, groaning and dizzy but still definitely in the fight. Goblins weren’t especially muscular by nature, but they were used to squeezing into tight spaces and lighthearted smacking or poking were a large part of their culture. Their squishy bodies could take quite a beating when it came down to it.

Yulia trotted over to give Purty a warning, trying to urge her out of the ring as a still annoyed and vengeful Oak closed in on the wrestling runts.

“Yeah yeah. I know I'm leaving” Purty muttered getting up to up to her feet clutching her head only to be grabbed from behind by two big green hands.

“Here let me help you get out a little faster,” Oak said in her pointy ear.

Clutching the wriggling goblin in one hand oak pulled back her arm and then lobbed the smaller girl right out of the ring.

With a scream, Purty flew through the air before crashing down on a table on the other side of the tavern, knocking a half-eaten meal and beer all over the surprised patrons who had definitely not been expecting a visit from a sexy flying goblin. Purdy raised her head with a dazed groan, pausing to lick some of the sweet beer off her hand.

Oak did a little flex and grinned for the crowd, happy that she got some momentum back before going after Glitz.

The green-braided goblin had rolled up to her knees, leaning weakly against the ropes so that her big green boobs hung over the middle rope. The audience noisily appreciated her fatigue, but it just left her big ass and the leotard wedging up her plump cheeks as an easy target for Miss Oak.

The towering woman leaned showily into the ropes and charged towards her, the ring quivering a bit with each step. While intimidating, it gave Glitz plenty of time to hear her coming. She rolled out of the way just as Oak’s big foot came at her, letting it sail between the ropes instead of into her head.

While massive, the orc was experienced enough to grab the top rope and keep herself from falling over. She just wasn’t expecting Glitz’s sisters to have snuck over to this side of the ring to jump up, grabbing her exposed foot and working together to shove the off-balance she-orc’s knee into the nearest turnbuckle.

Oak howled in pain and swiped for the cheating goblins but Olla and Bea easily moved out of her reach making rude gestures at her. Before Oak got back to her feet she felt something land on her from behind. Glitz had latched onto the orcs muscular black and had grabbed her hair pulling it as if they were a set of reins. Oak growled in pain and stumbled around the ring with Glitz riding her like a horse. Oak tried to reach behind her back to grab the annoying goblin off but Glitz swung from side to side while continuing to pull on her hair annoyingly

“Come on! Giddyup” Glitz called gleefully. A comment that Yulia found a little offensive.

Suddenly Oak stopped trying to dislodge the goblin of her back and Glitz frowned, not sure what she was planning. Then the large green woman leapt backwards into a turnbuckle crushing the unfortunate goblin between that and her own heavy frame

Glitz gave a loud, wet gagging noise as her curvy little body was crushed by a couple hundred pounds of muscle. Her boobs were squashed to the point of popping out of her top and sticking out just past Oak’s sides as they escaped her leotard.

“More than one way to squash a bug,” Oak grunted as she backed off, rubbing some of the ache from her knee.

The retreating orc left Glitz groaning and hanging in the corner, suspended off the mats as her legs and arms spread out to hang over the top and middle ropes. The towering fan favorite pushed a large palm into the bottom of her chin, bending the green-haired goblin’s head back until she squealed and kicked her legs in discomfort. Oak raised and flexed an arm proudly for the crowd.

“You know I’ve got these brats in check now!” she assured them before suddenly letting go. Her fists went swinging right back at her, busting both large sets of knuckles deep into Glitz’s hefty hooters.

Glitz wailed in pain as her green jugs went dancing around wildly from the strong blow.

The laughing Oak flexed for the crowd again who cheered though it was mixed with booing from Glitz's sisters. “Aww poor little goblin did I hurt your Titties” Oak said mockingly.

“Though those green lumps are hardly big enough to be called tits when compared to mine,” she said, cupping her own giving and a wiggle. Glitz did have rather large rack as goblins went but because of the size difference they were indeed nothing compared to Oak’s massive melons.

“Here why don't you take a closer look,” Oak offered, plucking the half naked goblin off the ropes then turning her upside down and shoving her face first into her cleavage.

Glitz squealed and kicked her legs, her head well and truly wedged in between Oak’s big breasts. Oak took her hands off the goblin and left her unsupported trapped between her breasts as the crowd cheered for her showboating move.

Fans whistled as Oak flexed her muscular pecs, making her matching large breasts bounce on their own to bump against Glitz’s face like a pair of boxing gloves.

The goblin suddenly had enough as she pulled down on Oak’s wrestling outfit, baring one of her huge green orbs. At first it only looked more humiliating for the goblin, but she shifted her head between the sweaty jugs and chomped down with her short but sharp fangs. The towering champ shrieked in painful surprise as she reeled back, the other goblins laughing at the sight of Glitz hanging onto her nipple by her teeth and nails like a painfully nursing little monster.

“YOWWW! Get this little shit off me!” Oak howled in a sudden panic.

She stumbled back to lean on the ropes where Gitz quickly tagged in Bea. The mohawked goblin only complicated things further as she tagged Olla, the long-haired sister joining her in climbing into the ring amidst the chaos. They both tackled Oak in the back of her knees, bringing her tumbling down to all fours. Yulia was having enough trouble just trying to keep track of who was tagged in while her eyes kept darting towards Glitz biting and stretching out Oak’s mauled boob.

The goblins quickly swarmed over the downed Oak clambering over her frame, biting and scratching any parts of her they could reach. Ritz put her little hands down the back of Oaks bikini bottoms and scratched whatever she found there whilst Bea clambered up on her back and unhooked the back of Oaks bikini. It fell off, showing her large green breasts in all their glory.

Oak was completely overwhelmed. As soon as she swatted off one sister she felt a sharp pain as another attacked her. Returning from her flight across the tavern Purty joined the team up. Leaping from the top rope to land on Oak’s shoulders and her breasts mashing into the back of her head. She grabbed the orc’s hair and pulled it in all directions, causing her to shriek.

Yulia Had completely lost track of which goblin was legal but she soon realised that all four of them ganging up at once probably had to be against the rules. She stamped one of her hooves. “Ok! Cut it out little shits. Only one of you is supposed to be legal, I'm just not sure which one of you it should be.”

“Let us know once you figure that out,” Bea called back to the centaur. Two of the sisters stood over the thrashing downed orc, stomping their boots into her to keep her that way.

Yulia huffed and grabbed Bea by the arm, yanking her back away.

“Alright! That’s it. Get back out before I call the match!”

Bea waved her arms around, objecting as loudly as she could to keep the ref’s attention. That just allowed her sisters to play even dirtier while her back was turned. Purty and Glitz both stepped on the orc’s thick neck, crushing her throat as her eyes went wide. Oak gagged and flopped on the mats, learning quickly that even the biggest of fighters needed to breathe.

Oak still grabbed the boots and flung them off of her, sitting up and coughing as she rubbed her neck. She didn’t see Olla reaching deep into the crotch of her one piece, getting the crowd to whistle or shout for the ref’s attention. She pulled out a sealed packet (slightly damp) before tearing it open with her teeth. She dumped a handful of pixie dust into her hand before tapping the sitting Oak on the shoulder. She spun around readily but Olla just pursed her pouty lips and blew a spray of the blinding, stinging powder into her eyes.

The orc fell back howling as her eyes burned and watered horribly. Bea pointed back behind Yulia to show her that the sisters were finally retreating, leaving their orange-haired sibling alone with the freshly blinded champ.

“GAAAGG! When I get my hands on you little cheating sluts, I'm going to squash you into a green paste!” Oak roared. She started feeling around but being unable to see her assailants made it an easy task for Olla to dodge her wild swipes. Olla dashed in and out taking quick swipes at the orc before getting back out of her range. Slapping her ass scratching her thighs and generally being a nuisance.

Oak just got more and more frustrated at her inability to find her opponent and soon the rage that her people were well known for boiled out to the surface. She roared at the top of her voice and slammed her fists down into the ring shaking the whole thing with the impact. It was as if an earthquake had struck The Champions Delight. Drinks spilled as people tried not to fall out of their chairs. Yulia wobbled on her forefeet and almost fell down as her breasts started bouncing.

Olla, for her part, had been in the middle of a dash towards orc when she slammed the ground. With a shriek, she tripped and fell head over heels and landed on her face, her breasts squashed into the mat and her green ass stuck up into the air. Her wrestler leotard was riding high in almost exposing her ass.

Oak was still blinded from the pixie dust but Olla’s shriek was another way for the orc to know where she was. Moving surprisingly fast, Oak grabbed the downed goblin with one hand and lifted her off the ground. Olla gasped in pain as she was crushed by Oak’s grip.

The goblin sisters yelled and pointed at the lifting choke, but it only distracted the ref who wasn’t going to do anything about it anyway after all they’d gotten away with. Olla kicked and squirmed helplessly before Oak changed her grip, flipping the goblin upside down. She had a moment to gasp for air before the orc pulled on her leotard, exposing her privates before stuffing two fingers into her; one in her ass and one in her pussy. The goblin gasped and shivered for a moment before Oak shoved her hand straight down and spiked Olla’s head into the mats.

Even as rubbery and durable as the goblin was, the massive drop had her head loll weakly before laying limp on the mat. Oak stood back up, finally wiping the glittery mess from her eyes and standing with a triumphant boot on Olla’s big floppy boobs.

“Olla is knocked out!” Yulia announced to the audience after a quick check. Oak had to have all four girls knocked out at once to win, but it was a strong start. The topless orc flexed and gave a savage grunt of triumph as the centaur took Olla’s hand and dragged her back to her corner.

“Okay, which one of you is next?”

Bea was the one who stepped up eager to get revenge for her fallen sister with her blue Mohawk standing on end.

Not wanting her to leave time to pull any dirty tricks, Oak charged at her, making the ring shake. To her surprise, Bea charged right back. Oak missed her swing and Bea ran right between her legs, her mohawk brushing against Oak's crotch. There was a metallic sound of a heavy impact and Oak grunted, grabbing her crotch. Apparently the goblin had hidden something heavy in her spiky hair.

Oak dropped to one knee rubbing her pussy as she moaned in pain her teeth gritted. Bea kept going and jumped, bouncing off the ropes and heading right back towards Oak with her spiky mohawk outstretched.

When the small goblin made contact, Oak’s eyes widened and she shrieked. The short iron rod she’d affixed in her hair was shoved uncomfortably up her ass, her bottoms only providing a little protection.

The fabric stayed shoved halfway up Oak’s asshole as she fretted and grabbed for the ropes, steadying herself as she tried to pick it out from her shapely buns.

“Nice ass, jumbo!” Bea laughed mockingly. “Mind if I kick it!?”

Oak spun around and swung a heavy, desperate backhand at the shortstack. Bea had already sprang back expectantly, but Glitz and Purty had circled around the ring apron. They got behind her and grabbed Oak’s hair, dragging her back into the ropes and jumping off the ring. The orc shrieked as her hair was pulled down by their full weight, but she held the top ropes for balance to stay on her feet. Bea just ran up the ropes with impressive agility before she leapt and shoved down on Oak’s head, driving her throat down onto the top rope.

Oak made a wet grunting noise and collapsed to the mat, the ring shaking from the sudden weight. Glitz and Purty immediately jumped onto the top ropes and launched themselves up, coming heels first back down Oak’s breasts. Oak screamed as her jugs were flattened by the goblins full weight.

But before Glitz and Purty could do anything to follow up, Yulia trotted up behind them. She reminded them away as no tag had been made. Glitz and Purty both pouted and slowly got out of the ring. With the centaur’s attention elsewhere, this left Bea with a perfect opportunity to pull another dirty trick on the downed Oak.

The orc was still rubbing her chest and throat as Bea reached into her boot and took out a set of brass knuckles. She flashed them wickedly for the crowd that booed and shouted uselessly as the goblin shoved open Oak’s legs. She gave a short hop and with a noisy BOOM she smashed the jagged metal right into the orc’s twat.

Oak howled and sat upright, wincing in agony as she clutched her crotch. Bea just managed to shove her gingerly protecting hands aside before she slammed in another metal-coated low bow, grinding the knucks in place to crush it against her clit.

At Oak's pained screams Yulia went to turn around to see what on earth Bea was doing to her to get those Such painful sounds, but in order to keep her sister’s illegal weapons out of sight of the ref, Purty quickly produced an Apple and waved it temptingly. “You want a bite, horsey,” she said grinning.

Yulia Gave her a sceptical look. “That's pretty offensive to centaurs you know.” Then her eyes drifted down to the apple. Her hooves seemed to move of their own accord and she lunged for it. Purty danced out of reach at the last second.

“Come on, give it!” the half-horse girl whined, reaching for the fruit whilst Purty just laughed. Now with the ref well and truly distracted, it left Bea to continue pounding away on Oak’s pussy with her illegal brass knuckles.

Oak was in tears as she clutched her swollen and aching pussy. Bea finally left from between her legs to circle around to the top of the towering orc, caressing her knuckle duster proudly before she dropped back to the mat. She wrapped muscular legs (which nowhere near the size of Oak’s) around her neck, squeezing her in a sitting head scissor as she gouged the knucklers into the orc’s pretty green face, scraping them painfully along her forehead to sent agony ripping through her skull.

“Not so tough when you’re down on our level, ain’t ya?” Bea hissed to her quietly, spitting in the screaming and writhing champion’s face for good measure.

Oak was starting to have trouble breathing as the smaller girl choked her out, not to mention the brass knuckles which slammed into her face, but something the goblin said gave Oak an idea.

“You green bitch. You want me to get down to your level? Fine” Oak opened her mouth and bit down on Bea’s leg, mirroring a move Glitz pulled on her earlier. Bea squealed in pain as almost her entire leg disappeared in Oak’s mouth, her teeth biting into the goblin’s rubbery skin. She lost her grip on her sleeper hold and Oak powered to her feet the goblin hanging from her mouth.

Bea managed to throw some punches into Oaks rack from her upside down position which did make Oak grunt in pain. Bea slipped out of her mouth and the goblin fell. Oak moved fast, catching the goblin before she hit the ground with a raised knee which slammed into Bea’s tits. The goblin wailed in pain and was sent high into the sky from the impact. Oak took a step back and swung her first and just as Bea came tumbling down again, slamming into the goblins backside as hard as she could.

The blue-head goblin was sent flying out of the ring and across the Tavern her wrestler leotard having exploded off her from the impact. She slammed head-first into the wall, her head smashing a small hole. The only visible part of her was her naked ass and pussy which hung there for the whole tavern to see.

The tavern erupted into cheers for Oak’s flashy finisher.

“Oh jeez! What’d I miss?!” Yulia yelped, seeing the stuck goblin in the wall.

“Well looks like one of you will-”

Purty and Glitz both came charging in together, blitzing Oak together. The orc saw them coming in time to throw out her hands, catching them each by the forehead. Their swings all fell short of reaching her by far, but the ref came over to draw Glitz back.

“Hey! One at a time,” she warned, allowing Purty to reach into her thick hair. She undid what could have passed for a knot of hair without a closer look, pulling out a small stink bomb and tossing it into Oak’s face with a puff of foul-smelling green smoke.

“AAAANNN YOU FUCKING SLUTS” Oak bellowed as she got a full whiff of rotten eggs, fish, and whatever else Purty had found lying around. Her eyes watered and she coughed, dropping to her hands and knees as the stench overpowered her.

“Hey! That's not fair you can't just do something like that,” Yulia shouted, shocked that the goblins perform such blatant cheating right in front of her.

Purty put her hands on her hips in a sassy pose. “Oh yeah what are you gonna do about it?”

Yulia puffed out her breasts and son up to her height. “I am the referee for this match. I could have your little green arses disqualified.”

“Disqualify this!” Glitz said, jumping up and giving Yulia’s horse ass a big slap.

Yulia shrieked and instinctively galloped forward a little.

Purty leapt up and grabbed the centaur's blonde hair and used it to pull her up onto her back Yulia squealing as her human half was pulled backwards by her blonde locks. The purple-headed goblin then reached round and started roughly groping Yulia’s tits causing the centaur girl to moan sensually. Glitz pulled on her horse tail to get herself up on the centaurs back and continue to slap away at her ass.

The crowd booed and shouted at this appalling behaviour. Yulia was well liked and seen the goblin sisters disrespect her like this was not a popular sight.

The ring was in chaos as Oak struggled to breathe with the rotten gas in her face. She focused on her inner strength and drew upon the ancient warrior instincts of the orcs. Sure, she’d been raised in a very nice fantasy equivalent of a suburb earning her earliest gold by babysitting the young elves next door, but her incredible power was hard to deny.

Oak let the frustrating rage built up from the match boil over as she let out a bellowing war cry. Her powerful lungs not only made a few audience members’ ears ring but it blasted the stinkbomb’s smoke away, clearing the air around her. Glad to have her focus (and use of her nose) back, she cracked her knuckles and approached the ref-riding goblins.

She snatched Glitz off Yulia’s back, the little wrestler gasping as she was suddenly suspended in the air by the scruff of her leotard. She kicked and squirmed but the long arms held her at a safe distance.

“I’ll deal with you in a second,” Oak grunted, shaking the rowdy wrestler to the fans’ cheering approval. “As for you…!”

Oak turned to Purty who was stilling clinging to Yulia’s hair. The purple-haired goblin had noticed her by now, stiffening up on the horse-like back and eyes darting around desperately.

“Hey! Hold on a sec!” Purty bargained desperately, waving her hands in the air like flimsy shields.

“Oh shut up,” Oak snorted.

She threw a heavy punch right at the cheating runt, but she abandoned ship to dive off Yulia’s back. She clung to the nearby ropes to catch herself, just as the centaur’s upper started to turn around to catch the action. The orcish fist bigger than her head clocked her right in the cheek and Yulia’s eyes rolled comically. Her four legs danced and staggered drunkenly for a moment before she crumbled to the mats. Oak’s eyes went wide to realize she’d just accidentally clocked out the ref.

“No wait I didn't mean to!” Oak Insisted as the audience started to boo at her adding to all the centaur abuse.

Glitz cackled wildly in her hands, very amused at the situation. Then her laughter died in her throat as Oak's eyes turned to her. Glitz gulped, suddenly realizing she was going to be the focus of Oak’s revenge for the downed Centaur.

Suddenly, Purty leapt at Oak from behind, using the ropes to catapult herself hoping to take the orcish warrior by surprise so long as the ref wasn’t there to kick them out. At the last second, Oak spun around and caught the flying goblin with her other hand.

“So nice of you to join us” Oak quipped as she had both remaining goblin sisters trapped in her large green hands. Glitz and Purty struggled and kicked and even resorted to biting oaks fingers, but all this did was make Oak grimace and get even more annoyed at them.

With a bellow of rage Oak slammed her hands together, cracking the goblins skulls of each other with a loud clunking noise. Luckily the goblins rubberlike anatomy made the blow a lot less devastating than it otherwise would have been, but it was still enough to rattle Glitz and Purty. Oak chuckled and slammed them together a few more times the goblin sisters grunting each time their foreheads clashed.

On the third time over, Oak didn't bring them apart, grinding the two goblins bodies into each other. Their breasts squashed together as the goblins squealed in discomfort. Then as Oak continued to squash them together, Purty and Glitz’s lips met and before they knew it they were kissing. They tried to pull away in a revolted panic but Oak wouldn't let them, continuing to force them to make out.

The audience laughed and hooted as the goblins were forced to make out, the act made even worse with the fact that they were apparently sisters.

Oak sneered at the cheaters getting their comeuppance, shifting her grip to tuck them each under one of her arms. Her thick biceps squeezed them into headlocks, trapping Glitz and Purty on opposite sides. They gagged as their breathing was cut off by the bulging muscles, only made worse by Oak’s big green breasts right there to smother their faces into. The goblins’ muffled shouts barely reached the audience as the orc paraded them around the ring, showing off their smothered faces and their outthrust, dangling asses.

“Looks like you ladies need a reminder of who’s the champ!” Oak goaded, starting to win back the crowd after her accidental collateral damage.

She relented on the headlock, squeezing both girls back together in front of her before she leapt up and body slammed them to the mat. The goblins were squashed as their big tits pancaked out, flopping and laying listlessly on the ring. Oak braced her hands, clearly waiting for something when she remembered the one person who could end the match was still out cold. She got back to her knees, leaving the goblins still groaning and stunned as she shook the centaur’s flank. She was knocked even loopier than Glitz and Purty.

Being the showboat type, Oak paused on the top ropes, carefully balancing her large frame before raising up her arms to fire up the crowd even more. Just as she readied herself to leap, a mug of beer flew through the air and hit her on her temple. Oak grunted and frantically waved her arms in a comical fashion, trying to keep her balance on the top rope.

Olla had awoken to see that the ref was out of commission, standing on a nearby table clutching another mug from one of the patrons. She hurled it at Oak as hard as she could and the big orc couldn’t get out of the way in time. This one smashed against her head and shattered, Oak grunting in pain. It finally made her lose her balance on the ropes. Oak fell backwards off the ropes, her large green arms flailing wildly. She tried to catch herself by tightening her legs around the top rope, but this only served to get them tangled and suspended upside down by her legs. She fell backwards and her head slammed onto the side of the ring with a clang.

"UNNNGG!" Oak grunted seeing stars. She was hanging half in and out of the ring her legs tangled, her knuckles barely grazing the floor as she stared listlessly forward in an extremely vulnerable position. Her big green jugs wobbling. The audience gasped in surprise and shock as now everybody in the ring seemed to be stunned or unconscious and it didn't look like any of them were gonna get up soon. That only left the goblins who had been eliminated earlier able to act, though with no referee no one was going to stop them from capitalizing on the situation.

Oak dangled and groaned as Olla started to scramble towards the ring, hopping over and ducking under tables. The orc’s blurry vision tried to track her as she regained some of her senses, just for another green figure to pop in front of her. The tall streak of blue hair set her apart from the others.

“Easy there, champ. Lemme getcha a seat!”

Bea swung one of the smaller wooden chairs in the bar (the type reserved for halflings and gnomes and the like), but it was still enough to smash to pieces across Oak’s face. Her head bucked sharply from the impact, moaning as she clutched her face in shocked agony.

OIla arrived beside her sister. The siblings were still sore and exhausted, but a helplessly trapped orc was easy pickings like this. They both grabbed a handful of hair and pulled at different angles, making her scream as she felt like they could tear it out of her scalp.

Worse still for the champ, Glitz and Purty were dragging themselves up from their recent squashing. They staggered a bit before they rushed in for Oak’s hanging legs, scampering up the ropes and standing on either side of the turnbuckle.

“You go first, sis. I insist,” Purty offered.

Glitz nodded and the girls reached into their boots, fishing around the padded interior. The green-haired girl came out with a studded leather glove, marked with some hard-looking studs on the knuckles. Purty had brought her own toy in a length of chain, unspooling it before wrapping it around her fist. Oak couldn’t even see it coming before both girls took turns punching between her in the crotch, hammering her pussy with her legs spread out on the ropes.

Oak screamed at the top of her lungs. The intense pain she was feeling flushed all thoughts of untangling herself from the ropes from her mind. All she could do was hang there and take her brutal beating. Her screams were soon cut off as Olla suddenly thrust her big green tits into the orc's face, smothering it shut. Oak continued to scream and all the sound did was vibrate her tits, making them jiggle. Not wanting to be left out, Bea jumped on Olla's shoulders to get her own shot at the trapped orc. With the boost from her sister she was now at the perfect height for Oak’s dangling tits. Licking her lips over her shark teeth, Bea opened her mouth and bit down on one, sinking her teeth into the green titty flesh and causing Oak’s screams to grow even louder.

With all four sisters tag-teaming her at once, Oak could do nothing but scream and moan in agony.

Purty and Glitz finally let up and signaled to their sisters. The others backed off as the two inside the ring grunted and dragged Oak’s legs away from the ropes, unhooking her to let gravity do their dirty work. The moaning and listless orc fall out of the ring in a sweaty, pathetic heap in front of the shocked crowd.

Purty and Glitz cheered on their sisters as they got their payback on the stunned and fallen orc. Bea ducked under the ring apron and fished out a spare broom left underneath. The crowd made some worried muttering as she brought it cracking down on Oak’s back, getting her to wail in pain as her thick and towering figure was whipped by it like a cane.

“STOP! OW! Put that away!” was all Oak could think to shriek.

“Oh don’t mind if I do! I know just the place!”

Oak immediately regretted her words as the blue mohawked goblin shoved half the broom handle up her aching pussy. She broke into another scream, but Olla had been busy at a nearby table.

“Lemme try this… and this… and ooh, gimme the salt and some of that chili powder… perfect.”

She hopped back down beside Oak’s face with a bowl of spicy dip for the bar’s popular wings. Olla pulled on the orc’s hair, lifting her agonized face up before shoving it back down right into the muck, seemingly drowning her in the shallow and stinging sauce that burned her nose and eyes.

“AAAAFFFMM! NOT MY EYES! NOT AGAIN!” Oak bellowed in pain, stumbling around wildly and blindly. She crashed into a table, causing the patrons to scatter as her big bulky frame crushed it into splinters. Oak collapsed to the floor clutching her face, the broomhandle still sticking up from in between her legs.

Purty climbed up on the ropes and waved to this stunned crowd before launching herself high into the air in the way only someone of her petite size could do. She did a graceful somersault before coming down feet first right on the end of the broom shoving it inside the orc even further.

Oak's bloodshot eyes opened as wide as they could and she screamed at the top of her voice. The force of the broom went so far up her pussy it forced her aching twat to cum all over the floor.

Purty landed back on the ground and bowed, her sisters clapped for that impressive move although no of the audience were.

Bea had stolen a mug of beer from a watching halfling and slid back into the ring before dumping the contents of it over Yulia.

“Hey, horse ass! Match’s over. Time to count the jolly green bitch out.”

The centaurian ref woke up with a gasp, shaking out her wet hair. She looked around to take in her surroundings and saw Oak laid out on the ground with her huge breasts heaving for air. Yulia ran over to the ropes and raised a hand for attention.

“Everyone! Rika Oak has…”

With a heavy groan, the orc suddenly stirred. She weakly pawed at her crotch and pulled the broom handle out, slick with her pussy juices. The crowd popped in more surprise than hope for her odds as Oak sluggishly rolled to all fours.

“Jeez, she’s a toughie,” Glitz noted from the ring. While their foe was struggling to rise, the plumper sister whistled for the others' attention. They took the signal and ran to regroup at the ring where Glitz slapped all three of their hands.

“There. They’re all tagged in. Fair’s fair, right?” the green-haired sibling chimed sweetly as she smiled for the ref. The crowd booed the mockingly moral gesture as all four of the sisters climbed up the ropes, cramming themselves together at the top rope.

Oak rose with a weary groan, just back to her feet when Glitz leapt off the turnbuckle. She slammed her high-heeled boots squarely into her orcish face, sending a thick spray of spit flying while still staying on her feet. Glitz hit the floor, but Oak barely recovered from the first when Olla leapt right after her. She delivered a flying knee to Oak’s thick jaw, knocking her silly enough that she dropped to her knees.

Right on cue, Purty pounced off the ropes. She swung her pear-shaped hips so that she landed in a flying butt bomb to the champ’s face, the chick cheeks slapping across her and making her stumble a second before crashing flat on her back. She barely started to groan when Bea came crashing down, landing a flying headbutt right between her legs. Half her face vanished into the wide, wet pussy as Oak let out a pathetic choking noise. The big giantess shuddered but she barely moved beyond that, her eyes frozen wide open beneath the conniving runts.

“She’s done,” Bea said. She popped her face back out of her target’s pussy, licking the thick cum from her face as she sliced a thumb across her own throat. She signaled to the girls and they all gathered together near the orc’s blank-looking face. They all tugged at any remaining clothing they had left, exposing their big green asses before hopping up and slamming all four thick booties on her face at once. Oak twitched one last time as they giggled and rubbed their asses all over the proud champ’s face. She was so distracted by the offending smell of goblin butt on top of her world of pain that Oak didn’t even register as Yulia counted down. Her eyes just rolled back as the unstoppable titaness finally blacked out.

“1! 2! 3! The Goblin Girl Gang is the winner!”

“WOOO!” A surprising amount of the crowd cheered for the dirty finisher, but none so much as the celebrating sisters. They jumped up and hugged and kissed and groped each other while standing on top of the sweaty, cummy champ. They made sure to turn and pose proudly for flashing picto-crystals and recording wands so people all over the country would have some extra eye candy of the little conquerors.

A few of Oak’s fans moaned over their humiliated champ (or a lost bet), Some of the more passionate oak fans were even crying at the side of the defeated and humiliated idol. but Purty climbed onto the highest peak of her body by standing atop one of her tits.

“Hope you liked the show, but me an’ my girls are thirsty as fuck! Anybody lookin’ for some action, stop on by and we’ll check ya out. Everyone else, a free round on The Triple G’s!”

Even those backing the losing team had to lighten up at that. A few flirting fangirls came to the goblins, but Olla returned to the ring. She sat her big booty on the ropes, holding them open so Yulia could slide her equine body through them.

“Thanks,” the centaur sighed in relief. It was always a pain getting four legs through them. The smiling goblin handed her a fresh mug of ale she’d plucked up, which the still disoriented ref drank down gratefully.

“Mm. Thanks,” she said. “Still getting back on my hooves here.”

“Yea, figured as much,” the goblin nodded with a grin behind her eye-covering bangs. “Not even many pros who can take a punch from an orc like that.”

Yulia rolled her eyes. “Good point. I almost forgot. Guess she got what was coming to her,” she scoffed.

Olla bit back a giggle and nodded along, hiding her smile behind a long drink of ale.

“Yup! Cheaters get what they deserve, alright!”