One2One - Goblin Lover 15 - Stooges (Patreon)

Frida removed her headset. “Time to check on the stooges.” She muttered to herself as she stood up from her desk and stretched. Within the game Frita was a Plague Doctor. It was a rare class that allowed her a unique defense against all curses, magic and diseases. Plague Doctors had natural methods to reverse such things as well. It was a difficult path because, although a skilled Plague Doctor could be placed incredibly high in the hierarchy of useful players, they had very low potential in one-one-one fights to the point that even a basic NPC could overpower them. Luckily, she had the two she called 'Stooges' to help her out. The trio was involved in assisting each of the other members in rising through levels. It was practically their job. To that extent Frida was allowed to coast off their work while collecting most of the acclaim for having the most useful job at the end.
'This is almost what it is like being promoted to Manager without actually trying. Though... Maddison is still my boss for now.'

She left her desk and wandered up behind Gina. She sighed and stared suspiciously at the screen while the girl sat with her headset on, drooling over herself. An average person could not read the console log that provided a summary of things happening on screen, but she could.
'Seems like she is really enjoying herself... It's a curse I could solve but I am guessing she is pretty satisfied with her character now by the way she is logged in.' Frida rolled her eyes and moved on.

'Looks like one of my stooges is out of commission. Seems like her Division is completely lost, as well. '

She found Maddison's office and knocked, waited one minute then casually pushed the door open to see her sitting in her chair with the headset on. Frida whistled sharply as she looked over her boss's shoulders as the console record.
'Wow. Your 'fetch' and 'guard' skills have increased, huh? I somehow do not think those are standard for your class.' Of course they were not. Frida shook her head and pulled her phone from her pocket.

'They are actually doing really well this time. I will actually have to spend my contact to figure this one out... Does not matter too much. I feel like I am currently in line for a promotion.' She unlocked the screen and called 'Bill.'

“Hi honey!” The man on the other end of the line said in a sweet tone.

“Is this the cover you chose? Are you in a meeting?” She asked, annoyed by the way he was speaking to her, despite it being a cover.

“That's right.”

“The operation in Pridehome is you guys, right?”

“I actually have no idea. Must've been neighborhood kids.” He offered.

“Hoh? Alright. Thanks.”

“See you at-” She hung up.

'Neighborhood kids. Means that it is really just a random, unconnected person? With something like this it is hard to believe. But I guess I should start believing it. Technically speaking, if it is not the cult we do not need to do anything.' She smirks.

'This is good for me. I can just stay out of trouble. Maddison will keep telling everyone to work hard, but it is a bust. If it was an actual job where Cultists could be caught I would share responsibility for failure. Since it is like this, so long as I just avoid messing up I probably get to climb.' She looked around the office affectionately.

'I mean it is going to be mine soon.' As she was considering how to organize her office Maddison woke up and removed her headset, panting and gasping.

“Dammit...” She muttered before noticing Frida was in the room.
“That was so hot.”

“What was?” Frida asked casually. She could clearly see the screen where her Beastfolk character was nuzzling into the hand of her Goblin Master as he scratched her ears. Once she logged out that image was able to be put on the screen since less processing power was being used to put someone in the game. She wanted to laugh but decided it was better to play dumb.

Maddison screamed and pressed every button on her keyboard to minimize the game. “N-nothing! Did you see it?”

“See what?” Frida grumbled.

Maddison stared the woman down, but Frida was indomitable and simply stared back without so much as an eyebrow raised. She was relieved, but asked.
“What are you doing in my office?”

“Well, the main question is, why have I lost contact with both you and Gina in game now? Can you say?” Frida asked a simple question, but in response Maddison's face turned bright right.

'Can this stooge make it less obvious that she messed up?'

“Truthfully... Both Gina and I are cursed so we probably need your Division to assist.”

Frida smiled. “Oh, how were you cursed?”

“N-not necessary to mention it, right? Just know that all of my characters actions are not my own.”

“You do not even really have to say that since it is a given. I know how the game works. How is my Division that does not fight and just defends itself and runs the 'clinic' going to help you two that got kidnapped by low level creatures?”

“It's not just low level creatures! They are high level and they also have the help of the cult, remember?” She uttered indignantly.
“What has your contact said, if anything?”

“He was in a meeting. Seems like they are busy.” Frida lied.

“Damn it... Of course they are.”

“How is that Detective, by the way?”

“Wendy? I think she is still active. I did not see her at the Warren.”

Frida nodded. “You can see the warren and remember it? We should have people come in and play close attention so that-”

“No no no.” Maddison argued sternly.
“I-I can relay it just fine on my own. Trust me as your boss okay?”

“Sure thing, boss.” Frida left the office feeling pretty secure in her position.

-

“It feels like we got everyone's attention at this point.” Luara laments.

“This plan became very loud very quickly.” Nyle commented, idly scratching 'Fetcher's ears.

“Is that one of them?” Luara asked, squatting down.

The Beastfolk stared up with big dumb eyes and answered . “Ruff!”

“Haha... This is pretty funny. Your idea?”

Nyle scratched his head. “I'm not that into Goblin stuff like you are but pet play is actually on my list.” His face reddened at the admission. It reddened further when Luara got close and embraced him.
“W-what are you doing?”

She whispered. “We can try different stuff whenever you want. You're indulging me without any hint of shame so I should do the same for you. I think this is cute.” She pointed down at the 'Dog.'

“Thanks, I thought you might like-” Before he could finish that thought the Shaman approached and pushed his staff between them to pry them apart. He had a jealous look in his eye that made Nyle nervous.
“S-sorry, Master! We were just talking.”

He eyed him closely, eyes taking a break from scrutinizing his face to trail down his rapidly feminizing form. Nyle was already quite androgynous but with the application of the cursed choker he had become quite charming to the male gaze. He felt like he only escaped because he was decidedly not very breedable.

Luara raised her hands in a  calming gesture and tried to help him out. “That's right, Master. We were just talking about the next stage.”

“Speaking of the next stage, are you staying in that body?” Nyle asked.

“I might keep it and give my old body over to the breeding pits.”

Nyle was shocked. “Just like that?”

She shrugged. “Maybe I can satisfy my urges by seeing a mindless, fuckdoll version of me being endlessly bred in a pit.” She looked to the Goblin Shaman, who seemed to be pondering something. He nodded to her.
“Does that mean it's okay with you?” He gave another nod in response.
“Perfect! This body is actually better than my own and I think I figured out the exploit Gia used.”

“That'll come in handy. There is just one more left that we saw leaving, right? The Plague Doctor will be trouble because she can actually reverse most of the things the Goblins have done if she's skilled.”

“That was my thought but based off what we are seeing, she has not acted with any concern and is held up in a secure spot... I expected her to come out to help but she is literally leaving the other two to rot, based off her actions.” Fetcher growled as Luara said that.
“Uh oh!” Luara said to the Dog in a kiddish tone.
“Does that make Fetcher mad?”

“Fetcher mad! Frita bad!” Her ears were standing up straight and her tail was moving aggressively.

“We have a name, I guess.” Nyle laughed. He stopped suddenly as the Shaman pulled at his clothes.
“S-sir?” The robes were torn off, revealing his naked form. Puffy chest with wide hips and soft, thick thighs along with a rear that fit the overall package.

“Luara?”

“Uhm... There isn't much I can do here, Nyle. You may wanna log off.”

“Got it.” He relented and Luara could see the shift as Nyle left and his in game persona took over for him. Within the game the persona continued to act in line with it's set pattern after the actual player logged off. It was as if a snapshot of the mind was continuously updated in each session. It was also know that the character's established behaviors could be changed by things that happened to them while the player was logged off. It was important to log off in a safe location. The implications were annoying but Luara had to admit the effect was like nothing else. One2One felt like a living, breathing world at all times. It was so enticing for that reason.

The version of Nyle that remained struggled to avoid Luara's gaze as he was pulled to the ground easily and bent over.

'Damn... Why do I have to experience this? I guess it comes with the territory. All for her, right? It doesn't seem like she thinks any less of me, right?' He hazarded a look up. Even in Gia's body and armor, Luara could still be seen in the face by the expressions she had. Nyle was surprised and a bit flustered to see arousal on her face as the Goblin Shaman forced him to lift his perky rear. He moaned as two wet fingers were pushed into his ass.

'Damn... She really does like this stuff...' He groaned.

'I guess I really better play along.'

Luara was surprised and a bit impressed to see Nyle shake his ass for the Goblin superior. “Give it to me...” He begged. With those words the Shaman could not hold back. He jumped onto Nyles feminine backside and plunged his thick member inside, pounding relentlessly.

“H-holy!-” His face turned and his tongue fell out over his plush lips. The face he was making was not one being faked, but actual pleasure and submission he was feeling. He could not be bred but the Goblin cock did not know that. It was pushing in, twisting and hollowing him out so intently as if he actually did intent to plant his seed in him.

'I feel like I am going to fall in love with this feeling... This man if it goes on. This can't actually be-' He gulped, eyes widening as he realized something. The staff hanging over his head. Pink thoughts entered his mind.

'I am being mind- Giving up isn't so bad- Controlled? But I'm an accom- Slave -plice...'  He moaned lewdly, his tiny member twitching and releasing as the goblin's craggy cock dragged over the sensitive spot inside of him one more time. It did not stop.

'This is the g-spot for guys?' He realized, his resolve weakening on both his physical and mental front.' He looked back and saw the Shaman's grinning, devious face.

'He is definitely trying to cont- Save -rol me... What can I- Nothing – do?' He felt dizzy as another orgasm washed over him in quick succession.

'This feeling is because he- So good! -is stimulating my mind with his magic..This is something Uma was- Toy, puppet -capable of.'Nyle lamented,
'What am - Give up - I supposed to - Enjoy cock -do here?' He felt the tone in his mind slowly begin to shift.

'Give up and enjoy -Wait, this isn't- Cock. Worship -me...- Master.' Nyle on the outside grinned happily as Luara looked on from the sidelines.

“I'm glad it looks like you're enjoying yourself.” She offered with a sense of relief about her.

Nyle looked over. 'Not -She was worried- mine.' He turned back guiltily to stare down at the ground.

'I am drooling a lot...'