One2One - Goblin Lover 6 - Investigation (Patreon)

“Take this down Dr. Wendie.” The woman cleared her throat and prepared to dictate.

“Pridehale appears to be in the midst of another Player Killer event. As a renowned Investigator character, I Sherri, will attempt to unravel this mystery for the good of the community before any more characters are killed.”

“Changing that last part to 'missing', Miss.” Wendie explained.

“Sorry?” Sherri turned on her posh, inch-thick heel and eyed her faithful assistant of many months in-game.

Wendie looked over her own notes. “It seems like characters don't resurface after they go missing, so it's more like they are being captured, not killed.”

“We can investigate that possibility, of course.” She smiled.
“I was getting to that next.”

“I don't necessarily know if we need to. If there's no victims that can say they were killed-”

“That is always the case in a MURDER investigation, Dr. Wendie. The dead will not speak to us.” She claimed poetically.

Wendie stared at the woman blankly. She had been a 'fan' of the 'semi-famous' Investigator for quite a while before joining the game to potentially play with her. She was always intrigued with the way someone could try and unravel mysteries within a game, or that there even were significant mysteries. Rapidly, however, Wendie found that the woman had strange priorities that did not involve actually getting to the bottom of a case quickly.
“We actually can here. Because... The players come back if they die. There would be at least one or two like that if they were being killed.”

“Stop stop stop.” Sherri leaned forward, resting her hands on her hips. She stared Wendie.

“W-what?” She leaned back.

“Dr. Wendie, we do NOT break character. This is NOT a game. Understand.”

Wendie sighed. “Yes, Miss.”

“Now. Take down the rest of my statement.” She took a deep breath.
“There is also the possibility that the victims of this assailant are still alive.” She eyed Wendie.
“For that reason we must move quickly and leave no stone unturned.”

“I've looked at what we have so far and it seems we can probably just start in the sewe-”

“We will begin our investigation with the first disappearance.” Sherri stated.

“Of course...”

-

“I see! VERY interesting. You are saying that your friend was walking just a short distance behind you before she disappeared.” Sherri asked.
“Wendie, are you getting this?”

“Yes, of course.” Wendie said, earnestly scribbling notes.

Sherri began to look around. “A narrow alleyway. Long, with nary a chance that the girl could escape up, to the side or back. Unless the assailant had wings! Get that down!”

“Yes miss...” Wendie inspected the floor curiously. It only took a moment of turning over a bit of waste for her to find a metal manhole cover.

“What were the two of you doing here, may I ask?”

“W-well... A new restaurant opened up and we wanted to try the food. I admit, we probably got ourselves pretty drunk.” The girl explained. Wendie noted that she was a knight. Her armor was not on, but she was not helpless. Her body was muscular and trained.

“I see!” Sherri gasped.
“We must go to question the restaurant owner immediately! The assailant may have been tailing the girls the whole night.” Sherri ran off quickly, leaving the girl and Wendie.

She clicked her tongue and stared at the girl. “You're both fairly high level?”

“Yeah...” Wendie did write that down before pulling at the hidden manhole. She stared down a ladder into a dark hole.
“I didn't notice that! She must've been taken down that hole without me noticing.”
“Wait, you're not going down there are you!?”

“Indeed.” She offered to both the question and the statement. Wendie slowly descended the ladder and pulled a small lighter out once she was wrapped in darkness near the bottom. She took a few tries and a few careful steps while striking it before it ignited and lit a small area around her. Wendie turned just slightly and screamed loudly.

“Are you okay!?”

She breathed heavily, but did not move or run when she realized she was staring at a statue, not a person or a body. It was an odd thing. A naked woman in a conspicous alcove, as if it was meant to be there. Her face seemed obscene, lips bent into an 'O' and eyes crossed. She narrowed her eyes.
“Is that...” She touched the lip and dragged across the smooth surface.
“Drool?” It was clear like water and somewhat odorless.
“No...” She wiped her hand on her outfit. Wendie wore pants and a tight jumper due to her class being one that was not devoted to combat. Her short brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders, just as it did in real life.

“Hey!” The girl shouted again.
“Should I get help.”

“It's fine.” Wendie grabbed the ladder and stowed her little lighter, but she stopped when she thought she heard something other than the sound of running water. The noises stopped as she stopped moving. She waited a few more seconds before becoming creeped out enough to ascend.
“Need more light.” She muttered to herself.

As she got back up to the top Sherri was standing there with a small roll in hand. “What were you doing poking around down there? I needed you to take down my thoughts at the restaurant. I have some promising leads.”

Wendie covered up the hole and submitted to her fate. “Yes, Miss. Sorry...” The adventures of Sherri seemed so much more interesting from the outside, but it had rapidly become clear that the famous investigator was more of a famous personality. Most people knew her, or at least knew of her. Even the girl was aware.
“Thank you.” Wendie thanked the witness and resolved to follow through on whatever Sherri's leads were.

-

Wanda inhaled deeply as she left the game. Her eyes wandered to the detective lanyard hanging near the door. The woman rubbed her eyes wearily. The images were beamed into her mind not her eye, but it was still tiring. She considered the case. Normally she would not humor someone like Sherri when it came to a disappearance, however the stakes in the game were quite low in her opinion. It was all just for fun. Still, it bothered her. She hung up her headset and began to search info offline, a cardinal sin. She began to look over headlines.

“Goblin Sightings in Prideholm. Noises in the Sewers. Strange Statues Appearing Overnight.” She clicked the last one and leaned forward with interest as she read. Her eyes glided across the page.
“They're recent?” She remembered the one she saw first hand. She had assumed it was just a part of the  design. When she was done reading Wanda leaned back and closes her eyes to think.
“The sewers... Statues. They're using the Sewers. Are the statues a coincidence? The disappearances and sightings of them began popping up at the same time, but that may just be that nobody had a reason to notice them before. Goblin sightings? Possible, but not the driver of these incidents.” To every player in the game, Goblins were both too weak to overpower a normal player without great numbers, and not crafty enough to hide those numbers without being found.
“So we're back to a player.” She decided.
“The blonde Elf in the mask.” Wanda wrote that down. It was a dead end according to Sherri, but a witness saying they saw a blonde Elf go down into the sewers with someone and come out alone was quite suspicious. She began to form a profile in her head of a lithe woman with medium-length blonde hair. Elven Species.
“Should show signs of being in the sewer.” Wanda smirked.
“Got it.”

-

“Uhm, can you let me go?” The Knight asked politely. She was being bent over some type of bar. Her hands were restrained and her eyes where masked, so capture rules applied in game. She would not be able to relay any information even if she logged off. It would show as being blank in her memory.

“This is really mean, even for a griefer.”

“You logged in again just to say that?” Luara chuckled.
“Consider this character dead and just find another game to play. Or... You can stay logged in and enjoy. I don't really care either way.”

“Come on! I worked so hard on this character. You only get one... You can't do this.”

“You'll find that I can.” Luara commented, running her hand down the Knight's back, over her ass and then down her long, muscular legs. The girl shuddered.
“You get to be a test case for one of my friends new item sets.”

“W-well that doesn't sound to bad.” She admitted.

“It doesn't, does it?” Luara giggled. She lifted the Knight's back foot and slid it with some effort into a long tight sleeve ending in a solid, shoed hoof. She them pulled another over her other foot.

“Wait, are those CURSED!?”

“I dunno, what do they say? Maybe I gave you the wrong ones.”

She read out loud. “Wearer's bones...” She shifted uncomfortably as her feet bent painlessly.
“Shape and her feet become a pair of cute hooves... Who writes this out?”
“But, Hah! Leg strength and speed increased! Kick! Kick!” She tried to kick back as if she was a horse, but it was to no avail. The sleeve meshed with her skin and the shoed hooves replaced her characters feet, like a minotaur's.
“These ARE cursed. You're messed up!”

Luara slapped a joined bangle over both of her wrists that bound her forearms together behind her back. Once that was in place she cut the ropes. She wrapped a belt around her hips with two small hanging stirrups.
“Aaaaugh...” The girl complained.

“What's wrong?”

“You know what's wrong!” She panted.
“My back...” Luara watched with interest as her back curled forward uncomfortably and bent her forward just slightly.

“Hmm... Can you provide a bit more information?” Luara teased as she pulled a collar around the girls neck. It clicked into place permanently. The thing had a handle at the back which was sized for small hands. Her hair was carefully bound into two pony-tails that fell forward so that they would not get in the way of someone trying to grab it. The finishing touch for the set was a real blinder, not a blindfold. With that being placed permanently over the former Knight's eyes the set activated.

[Arraignments of the Proud Mount: The wearer loses all levels in their former class and reserves them. These levels are reserved and added to their rider, along with any stat increases, bonuses or abilities applied or learned over the course of the wearer's training in their former life.]

“That's totally not fair!” The former Knight complained. But it was only beginning. She saw more notifications.

[Class Change: Mount. Related rules apply for mount entities.]

She saw her level change to 1, with all of her former levels reserved in brackets. “No way... Mount rules? There's no way. This isn't something that can be done by a set of items, it's bullshit!”

“Oh, you know something about mount rules as a Knight, I guess? Tell me about it, hon.”

“Mounts don't gain levels.” She huffed.
“They're always the same power and they stay at one, but they do gain loyalty levels. This is done through 'breaking' and 'training' the mount.”

“Oh, interesting. Why's that impossible?” Luara asked, subtly relaying the information to the Shaman who was relaying it to his most trusted Beastmaster.

“Because then anyone could make a basic skill check to make me submit to them, and then perform training actions to make me loyal and unable to disobey and that would not be FAIR to have happen to a player.”

“Oh yeah?” Luara stepped back and watched the Beastmaster approach the 'Mount.'”

“Yeah, it would be totally against the spirit of the-” She gasped as the Goblin gave her ass a loud smack.
“Game!” She wagged her rear, as it was the only thing that she could do.
“What are you doing!? You-” he grinned and pushed three fingers into her cunt from behind and began thrusting and curling them inside. His other hand slapped her helpless clit until she came. Her head spun as she saw:

[Resistance Fail: Mount Level Increase.]

[Resistance Fail: Mount Level Increase.]

[Resistance Fail: Mount Level Increase.]

[Resistance Fail: Mount Level Increase.]

[Resistance Fail: Mount Level Increase.]

[Resistance Fail: Mount Level Increase.]

“N-not fair...” She whined, her body shaking in submission as the Goblin finally just hopped on her back, stuffed his feet into the stirrups and gripped the handle. He walked her around the room effortlessly.