﻿And Then There Were Goblins

by Pan



Published: 2012-02-18
Updated: 2017-09-30
Packaged: 2024-02-16 21:59:13
Chapters: 19
Words: 22,296
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: The human race sends five of its strongest warriors to take down the New Queen of Goblin City.
Erotica Tags: ff, mc, sf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19



	Chapter 1

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

The Queen threw her head back in ecstacy. Uma (her number one slave) was between her legs, her tongue lapping up and down the Queen’s majestic labia, her fingers pumping in and out of her Queen. The Queen gestured, and two more slave-girls came running. One joined Uma in worship , her lips fastening around one long, purple nipple, while her hand tweaked the other, and massaged its surrounding breast. The other slave kissed the Queen passionately, their purple tongues duelling, their saliva mixing...

As the Queen came, so did all three of her servants, writhing in ecstacy on the floor. The Queen watched them as she came down from her orgasm, enjoying the sheer power her mind held over these simple, sexy creatures. She mentally ordered Uma to pleasure one of the girls, while the other massaged her. The Queen drifted into sleep that night watching two pale, bald goblins bring each other to orgasm again and again, all for her amusement…

Five women.

Four warriors—the best that the human race has to offer. Men are too rare to risk on missions like this, and as such, few are even trained as soldiers in the first place. Four warriors; fit, well-trained, and beautiful to boot. Four perfect warriors, and me.

My name’s Drew. If you were to look at the platoon, you’d be wondering why I was chosen. Not that I’m ugly, mind you—with less than five thousand men left alive in the whole United States, most women would kill for a chance just to talk to one…in my time, two separate males have asked me out. I’m not trying to be immodest, I’m just demonstrating that I stand out of the crowd, so to speak.

It’s just that while I’m cute—attractive, certainly. A looker. But while I have a distinct appeal, the other women are…well, they’re amazons. Finely-trained, fit, toned women. Perfect specimens of the human race. The fact that they’re beautiful is almost incidental—it’s like looking at the Brooklyn Bridge. You notice its strength before you notice its beauty.

Vernita’s the only one I’ve met before. She’s the unofficial “leader” of the group, I suppose. African-American, standing almost six foot tall, covered in tattoos. I heard that she trains for five hours a day…giving up sleep, if she has to. She says that sleep is for the weak. She says a lot of things are for the weak, actually.

Vernita doesn’t have much respect for the weak.

I met her on my first field assignment, the one that demonstrated my unique ability, the reason I was chosen for this team. When Vernita’s standing in front of you, arms invariably folded, staring, unblinking…she’s intimidating, even when she’s “at ease”. When she’s on the job? She’s terrifying. I’ve seen her murder twenty goblins without breaking a sweat. I’ve seen her take down a room full of them with a handgun, and when that ran out of bullets, tear the rest apart with her bare hands.

Do not get on the wrong side of Vernita.

She’s strong, she’s efficient, and she’s professional. If she has an issue with you, she’ll tell you. Give her a problem to solve though, and it doesn’t matter how she feels about you, she’ll solve it. And if she can’t, she’ll find someone who can.

Before the mission, I’d never met any of the other girls, but I’ve heard about them. Like I said, these girls are the best of the best—hand picked by the Sergeant Major himself. You don’t get to the attention of the highest-ranking male in the world without earning yourself a reputation. 

Lucy, known as the Yellow-faced Whip, or just “Whip”. It can be a funny sight, seeing Whip standing next to Vernita—where Vernita is tall, Whip is tiny. Where Vernita is brash, Whip is subtle. Where Vernita is obvious, Whip can completely fade from view, even while standing in front of you. And where Vernita is practically bulging with muscles, Whip is toned.

There’s strength in that tiny body, mind you, but not in the same way as Vernita’s strength. You get the impression that Vernita could uproot a tree and beat you to death with it—Whip is more likely to climb the tree, disappear from sight for three days, and then drop down from one of the branches and strangle you to death when you least expect it. I heard she once spent two days hiding in a wall. I heard she once killed a goblin by living in its hovel for three days and slowly poisoning its meals. I heard it never even knew she was there.

Cameron and Beatrice are the last members of our little squad—experts, both of them. Unlike my area of expertise though, these girls are military-trained—Cameron is the US Army’s weapons expert. I couldn’t believe it when I heard they were risking her on this mission…though of course, if we were successful, it could be the tipping point in the war. Vernita has the muscles of a warrior, Whip had the muscles of an acrobat. Cameron, she had the muscles of a roadie. She was known for, no matter how much other gear she had to lug around, always carrying her favourite rocket launcher everywhere she went.

She knows more about weapons than anyone else alive. If soldiers were taught to read, they’d get Cameron to write a book and make it mandatory. Half an hour’s conversation with her, and you’ll learn more than a year’s weapon training. Ten minutes of watching her work, and you’ll be glad you’re not a goblin. She’s killed goblins with everything from grenades to bootlaces, and she can teach you to do the same.

Beatrice is the oldest of the team—at 27, she should have been retired years ago and put to work producing soldiers, but Beatrice is barren, and so had avoided involuntary retirement. Rumour had it that she’d either faked her infertility or caused it herself. I wasn’t about to quiz her on the subject—I was just glad she was on our team. Bea was the tactics expert—she’d seen her fair share of warfare, of course—the missing fingers on her left hand were evidence of that—but this whole operation was her brainchild. Vernita was in charge, but even Vernita would be taking advice from Beatrice.

The whole platoon has been trained from birth to be warriors. Everyone…except for me.

* * *

“All right, ladies. You’ve all been briefed by your commanding officers—and your mother should have filled you in, Drew.”

If they hadn’t been highly-trained professionals in front of the Sergeant General himself, I knew the other girls would be snickering right now. As it was, I saw a trace of a smirk on Bea’s face, and Whip avoided making eye contact.

“You may not have worked with each other before,” the General continued, “but you’re the best of the best, and…well, frankly, you’re our last hope.”

“God speed, girls.”


	Chapter 2

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

I was surprised to see a chopper waiting for us when we left the building, though I shouldn’t have been. A mission of this prestige, of course they were going to allocate a helicopter. It really helped impress upon me how important the next week was going to be. I hadn’t seen a chopper since I was a little girl; it was said that there were only three left in the United States. I wondered where they were going to set us down.

The goblin city—god, I hated saying that. It wasn’t even close to New York, where the goblins had first broken out. They’d taken New York in less than a month, and started spreading like a virus from there. At the same time, men had started dying—it was assumed to be an attack on the US, at first, but as the population died out and no one came to invade, knowing what started it stopped being a priority. The only important thing was stopping it.

They took New York, then Philadelphia, Washington (D.C.), Boston…and everywhere in between. Even towns where they didn’t have a foothold suffered regular attacks, and the constant, persistent eradication of men. Some men just weren’t affected, but most died within a few days of contact with a goblin, or anyone who had had contact with a goblin, or anyone who had had contact with anyone who had had contact with a goblin…

The entire East Coast was gone. Every city, over-run by goblins. The West Coast is safe, for now…safe from goblins, at least. Men are still dying out everywhere you look. I don’t know if the goblins have taken any other countries—I can only assume so, because no one came to help us. No one did anything when the power went out across the US, and no one did anything when trade and communications stopped. I figure if the internet going down didn’t rouse anyone, there was probably no one left to be roused.

Goblins are hive animals. Individually, they’re cunning, and hunt as a pack, but they act purely on instinct, and without a Queen they don’t last long.

The only reason we’ve survived as long as we have is because they fight amongst themselves—when a Queen reproduces, she leaves, taking half of the tribe with her. They leave for a new town, and if it’s one of the few human cities left, there’s a battle that ends with either the goblins dying, or the humans evacuating. If it’s already a goblin city, there’s an even mightier war, and one of the tribes is completely wiped out.

If the race as a whole were to start working together, humanity would be fucked. As it is, we’re in with a fighting chance—so far we’ve been steadily losing, but we’re still fighting. We’re still alive. We’re still fighting.

The goblin city, Denver, was up ahead. We had a drop point outside of town, out of the Queen’s range. There was a chance we’d encounter a few stray goblins out here; nothing we couldn’t handle, and as long as the Queen is where our intel says she is, she won’t be able to see through their eyes and know that we’re coming.

The four warrior girls played cards on the flight. They all knew each other—they swapped war stories, shared in-jokes and talked about the last missions they’d done, together and separately. I just looked out the window; flying was new to me. I’d never seen the world from so high before. Vernita offered to deal me in once or twice, but I just shook my head and watched the ground zip past below.

* * *

The Queen shut her eyes, and allowed her consciousness to flow into a hunting pack she had sent into the sewers. There were still a few human survivors, she was sure of it; they hadn’t been spotted yet, and none of her goblins had individually noticed the evidence for their presence. Food was slowly disappearing from a supermarket, a supermarket that just happened to have a manhole near the back door.

She’d tried leaving a pack of goblins inside the shop, but no one had come in—perhaps they knew they were in there, or perhaps it was just a coincidence. Whatever the cause, she was bored of waiting.

The Queen thirsted for memories, new memories, knowledge that she’d never had before. She wanted to absorb new minds…perhaps one of the humans was a truck driver, or an ice-cream salesman, or a skydiver…she wanted more experiences, new experiences. She wanted to make more women a part of her clan, introduce them to the life of a goblin. She wanted to give them pleasure, make them happy, make them come…

Her consciousness was currently controlling Elle, the leader of her hunting pack. Before her life had begun, she had been a human police officer (so many memories!) which made her perfect for sniffing around, trying to find people in the underbelly of the city. She led a team of hunters; they’d been some of the first that the Queen had turned, and had made her conquest of the city much easier.

While the Queen hunted by proxy, she mused—if she found them, she might celebrate by making Uma a Queen herself, and sending her off to start her own city. She knew she had to reproduce soon; she was constantly horny, requiring sexual attention from her goblins 24/7. Even now, while her consciousness was exploring the undercity, Uma’s goblin pussy was grinding against her own, her lips dancing over the Queen’s plump breast, Uma’s fingers playing with the pale skin around the Queen’s puckered asshole…

The Queen moaned, causing Elle to do the same. The rest of the pack exploring the sewers smiled, baring their pointed teeth, their tongues running across their lips knowingly. Their Queen was happy, which made them happy. They continued their search, knowing that when they found the humans, they’d be amply rewarded…


	Chapter 3

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

My eyes shot open as we landed. I’d been having the same dream I’d been having since I was a teenager. One of the worst memories of my life, repeating over and over, again and again…my mother, standing over me…that smell…me begging her, pleading…trying to escape my shackles, trying to get just one hand free…

I tried to shake it off, and looked outside. It was night—we had landed just outside of Denver, past the Queen’s range. If we were unlucky enough to come across any goblins out here, they’d be operating of their own free will, and the Queen would never know they were gone.

Once we entered the city limits, we had no such luxury. As soon as a goblin spotted us, the Queen would know where we were, and send all her goblins to take us. The city had been human-free for months now; they’d be desperate for sport, and the Queen would be delighted to find new recruits.

This operation had been months in the planning, and we had just one chance. If our timing was wrong, we were all finished.

Vernita led us out of the chopper. Following immediately behind her, I wondered if she’d slept at all. She wasn’t visibly tired, but knowing Vernita, that meant very little. Beatrice looked around for a few seconds before emerging after me. We’d all been run through the plan so many times we could not only recite our roles in our sleep, we could use the exact wording of the mission brief.

Before we’d left, Beatrice had run us through any potential flaws in the plan, and exactly how we would deal with them. Cameron had given me some basic weapons training, and Whip had freaked me out by appearing behind me unexpectedly every few minutes. She did it again as Cameron left the helicopter—I could have sworn I’d been watching the door, but she’d somehow managed to exit without me noticing, walk around everyone, and stand behind me for a few seconds before I even noticed. I wondered if this was how she amused herself, scaring the pants off the new girl.

Cameron walked slowly, solidly. She was carrying enough weapons to take out the entire city, but I knew that she was worried that they wouldn’t be enough. Our mission was going to take us deep, deep into the goblins’ central lair…into the Queen’s chamber itself. Plan A was to get in stealthily, but if that didn’t work, Plan B was to shoot our way in. Our escape was almost definitely going to be messy, but once we had the target, we at least had some leverage.

We set off.

* * *

The first few hours passed silently and uneventfully. Our pilot stayed with the chopper; a male, he would be immune to the goblin’s charms. The only risk was if any got into the chopper; the handgun we left him with would be enough to defend himself, under most circumstances, but any contact with a goblin and the odds were against him surviving more than a few days.

Of course, if we weren’t back within a few days, we’d have bigger problems on our hands than a dead pilot.

Being born female had caused its fair share of problems for me—the odds of entering a heterosexual relationship that lasted longer than a night were close to zero; my best bet was becoming a prized breeder, and getting to have sex once every nine months. The fear of being turned into a goblin, into a bald, sharp-toothed, purple-tongued, sex-crazed creature was constant, with me each and every day.

But I couldn’t help but wonder what it was like being a male—sure, you get your pick of women, but each goblin city that arises is a new a fresh chance to find yourself waking up dead in the morning. Each Queen had a unique genetic code, and even if you were immune to every goblin until now, contact with a new Queen’s goblins could result in your sudden and painful death. As we left our pilot, I admired his bravery, and hoped that we’d see him again.

We traipsed through the sewers, careful not to make a noise, or emit any more light than we needed to. The plan was to walk to a base that had been set up for us, try to get a few hours sleep, and then make the rest of the journey to the Queen’s fortress the following night. Our intel suggested that she was relatively undefended; Denver had been taken over three years ago, and when they weren’t fighting humans for dominance, goblin Queens tended to prefer opulence over security.

High Command had sent a team of three specially-designed robots to pave the way for us a few weeks earlier. They looked like pieces of scrap, and whenever they detected any sort of movement, shut down and remained completely stationary. Unless the Queen herself was controlling nearby goblins at the time, the robots were unlikely go by unnoticed. Like I said, individually, goblins aren’t thinkers.

The robots had, their communications indicated, accomplished all of their goals. They’d set up a small base for us, recorded information on the city, cleared our path, and, as a bonus, told us exactly where we could find the Queen and how close she was to breeding.

That last piece of information was a fluke, and it had made our job much easier—the robots had managed to bug one of the Queen’s personal servants. Before the battery on the bug had died, it had given us a rough schematic of the Queen’s inner sanctum and let us know (almost to the hour) when she was going to produce a new Queen. Without such precise intel, we could have been camping out in the city for weeks, months. The specific timeframe had turned this into a hit-and-run mission, and was probably why they had agreed to send such high-profile agents.

In preparation for our visit, the robots had also managed to scavenge some food from a local supermarket and lead the Queen’s hunters on a wild goose chase, up the other end of the city. If they’d done their job right (and we had no indication that they hadn’t), we’d arrive at our base to find provisions, a place to sleep, and a rough map leading us straight to the Queen.

If we had the facilities to make a hundred more robots, I’m sure we would have won the war by now. As it was, the small team that preceded us had cost more than anything in the war effort so far; my mother had estimated that for the same resources, we could have salvaged over two dozen choppers, or even attempted to build a second tank.

We had one close call, just outside the makeshift base—Vernita was the first to hear it, a faint scuffling up ahead. One gesture from her, and the entire team dropped to the ground and switched their lights out, with me just a few seconds behind them. Vernita made eye contact with Whip, and she was up and gone before I could even register she’d moved; one second I was looking at, lying on the mud in front of me…the next, I was staring at a Whip-shaped indent.

I marvelled at the team’s military training, their ability to run on pure instinct, their uniformity and perfect timing. I just hoped I’d be able to keep up, with my non-military background, my lack of combat experience, my shortage of skills…I just hoped that I wouldn’t drag everyone down.

We lay in the muck, surrounded and enveloped by the pitch black of the sewers. My eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light, while my ears strained to hear what was happening. I could hear the goblin getting nearer, but it wasn’t until she was practically on top of me that I saw her.

It was too dark to get a clear view, but I knew what I was looking at. Even if I hadn’t been trained from birth to see them, to fear them, the memory of the first time I’d encountered a goblin had burned the image into my brain.

The last goblin I’d seen had been recently turned, so she still had small wisps of hair on her large, round scalp. Her eyes were white and empty, and she was completely naked. Her teeth were tiny and sharp, her lips thin. I’d stood there, the only one unaffected, while all around me girls writhed uncontrollably, moaned passionately, and begged, BEGGED the goblin to turn them.

I shuddered at the memory, and immediately wanted to kick myself for my stupidity. I’d moved, and not even from an immediate threat—from a memory! My motion must have made a noise, because the goblin suddenly turned towards me. I could see what light there was reflect off the goblin’s white eyes. Instinctively (or perhaps deliberately, consciously?) it started let out its musk, and I could suddenly smell it, filling the air. All it needed was one moan, one whimper, and it would find us…we could take it out, but if the Queen knew we were here, our surprise attack stopped being a surprise.

There was a pause that seemed to last forever, and just as the goblin started to take a step towards me, it was suddenly tackled. Whip had managed to get up, get behind the goblin, tackle it to the ground, and before I could even sit up to see what was happening, use her blade to detach its head from its body. By the time my eyes caught up with what was happening, she was cleaning her knife and putting it away.

As we switched our lights back on, I nodded my thanks to her. There was a brief moment of eye contact, but she didn’t respond, and I swore that I would not be the one to let the team down again. I would not be the one that needed saving. I would not be the weak link in the chain.


	Chapter 4

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

The base was less than ten minutes from where Whip slaughtered the goblin, and when we arrived, we immediately got to work, sealing it off and setting up lights. We were finally able to talk again, and Vernita didn’t waste any time.

“Will the Queen know we’re here?”

Beatrice shrugged, and pointed at me.

“That’s her area.”

Everyone turned and looked at me. It was my moment.

“Well…” I paused before answering, my mind buzzing, running over what had just happened. “No. Unless she was actually in the goblin before it died, she’d have no reason to suspect anything. From what I understand, unless she’s there, or the goblin specifically wants her to know something, she has no way of knowing what it saw before it died.”

“But won’t she notice it’s missing?” asked Whip. I wondered if her question came from a place of guilt…sure, it was the enemy, but every goblin had once been a person. As she spoke, I stared into her eyes. She met my gaze; Whip wasn’t the type to avoid anything, least of all eye contact.

“No,” I replied immediately, shrugging the answer off, hoping I was right. “Goblins die. It happens.”

The group noticeably relaxed. Looking around, I noticed that the goblin’s musk had had an effect. Everyone was sweaty, antsy. As we set up beds, I noticed any time I bent over,everyone’s eyes were on my ass. I noticed all the girls moving more…provocatively, somehow. I knew that as soon as the lights went out, each and every one of the girls would be bringing themselves off.

Each of the girls except me, of course.

* * *

I was equal parts relieved and nervous when the girls set off that night.

We’d slept soundly, knowing the base was secure. The only thing that could arouse suspicion was if a goblin chanced upon the corpse of the goblin Whip had killed the night before, but even then they were unlikely to find us, and even if they did there was no way to get in without making enough noise to wake everyone. By the time they were in, Whip would be hiding near the door, ready to pounce, and Cameron would have enough firepower aimed at them to take out the entire Queen’s army.

I awoke to find Vernita doing push-ups, Cameron polishing her weapons, and Beatrice studying the map intently. Whip was the only one I couldn’t immediately see, but she soon appeared, carrying…“breakfast”.

“What the fuck is this,” Vernita asked. “Canned beetroot with oats? And is this…is this seaweed?”

“All there was,” Whip replied shortly, and sat down to eat.

“What the actual fuck?” Vernita repeated. I couldn’t read her well enough to know if she was genuinely furious, or just playing the part. I’d heard she had a wicked sense of humour, but I knew for a fact she had a sharp tongue.

“It’s the ‘bots,” Beatrice said through a mouthful of food. “They’re just programmed to find food that hasn’t spoiled. No one programmed them to taste it first. Now enjoy your beetroot oat sushi.”

Everyone laughed, except Vernita, who continued to glare at the meal in front of her.

“It’s all there is,” said Cameron. “Unless you want to go find that goblin and cook it up.”

Vernita raised one eyebrow regally, and sat down to eat. I enjoyed being around the girls, obvious though it was that I didn’t fit in. I hadn’t had many friends as a child, and this sort of casual banter was foreign to me. I couldn’t help but wonder if everyone was so comfortable around each other because of the life and death situations they’d been in, or if this was just how people who knew and liked each other interacted. I also wondered what was wrong with me that I couldn’t just enjoy the sense of camaraderie, I had to dissect it like I was still in the lab.

Shortly after we ate, Beatrice ran us through the plan once more, Cameron gave me a gun and showed me how to reload it, and everyone left, fully armed and wearing gas masks.

Suddenly I was alone, equal parts relieved and nervous.

Relieved because I wasn’t going with them, on what was quite possibly the most dangerous expedition the war had ever brought us, and nervous because when they came back…my part of the mission truly began.


	Chapter 5

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

The hardest part was the waiting, a soldier had once told me. I hoped that was true; the waiting was agony, admittedly, but agony I could survive. Agony I had survived before. Agony had made me who I was. If this was as hard as it got, I was set.

Three hours and fifty-six minutes I sat in our base, staring at the door, waiting for the rest of the troupe to come back, wondering what would happen if they didn’t. Wondering if I’d survive the trip back to the chopper, if the pilot would even be alive…

I tried to imagine the battle, the mission. I’d never seen a Queen—few people had—but they were said to look identical to goblins, except for one thing. Where goblins had milky, white, expressionless eyes, Queens had pupils, and vibrantly-coloured irises—blue, green, red, purple. We didn’t know what determined the colour; we probably never would.

I had seen Vernita in action, and Whip had impressed me with her skill last night, but would they be enough, against a Queen and an army of goblins, ready and willing to do her bidding? Would they be enough against the musk, the musk that could turn a celibate nun into a quivering lesbian slut?

At three hours and fifty-seven minutes, the door opened—I raised my gun, my arm trembling.

Whip entered first. I’d never seen her like this before—her eyes were wide, and darting around as if she was still surrounded by enemies and trying to calculate the odds. But her eyes still had colour in them, and I immediately relaxed. Cameron followed, carrying less than half of the weaponry she’d left with, but still with her trademark rocket launcher on her back. Beatrice and Vernita entered last, and carried between them our target: a goblin, standing half the height of Vernita, handcuffed to her captors.

Beatrice and Vernita dragged the goblin in, its eyes closed. I was entranced by the sight of it, the purple lesions in lines all over its body, the purple tongue, lolling from her mouth…it was so fascinating to me that it took me a few seconds to notice that Whip wasn’t the only one who looked flustered.

“Take it,” Vernita snapped urgently, unlocking herself and Beatrice from the goblin, and throwing me the manacles. I used them to constrain the goblin, tie her against the wall—by the time I turned around, Vernita had removed her top, and was forcefully kissing Beatrice, her hands grasping the older woman’s ass. Beatrice’s legs were wrapped around Vernita, and her hands were tugging and pulling on the black girl’s nipples.

Whip and Cameron weren’t far behind them—even as I watched, Whip slipped off her clothes so elegantly and quickly that Cameron had only removed her bra by the time the Yellow-faced Whip was fully nude. Cameron’s large hands spared no time in finding Whip’s wet, eager pussy, and soon three of her fingers were pumping in and out, as Whip squealed in ecstacy.

After making sure that the goblin was properly secured, I immediately ran to the door and sealed it. I knew this was going to get noisy.

* * *

I’d heard of this, of course. Sapphistry was common, had been since the war began; the shortage of men had led many, many women to turn to other women to satiate their needs. The end of modern civilisation had been terrible for the human face, but amazing for gay rights…and when the goblins’ musk was present, lesbianism was ubiquitous.

I remembered the first time I’d been exposed to it. I’d practically begged my mother to take me, to lick me, to touch me, to fuck me…I’d rattled against my constraints, feeling the wetness drip down my leg, feeling my cunt throbbing, dying to explode in bliss…and that was with my mother, a slightly dumpy forty-year old. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to inhale musk while surrounded by fit, beautiful, equally horny women…

I’d heard rumours. After battle, with adrenaline already pumping, and goblins firing their intoxicating perfume like their lives depended on it…before any soldier went through basic combat training, they were taught willpower exercises, taught to constrain their desires until they returned to base. Once they were safe, however, orgies weren’t just common, they were expected. As well as allowing everyone to let off steam, they helped the team bond. There was a reason the best soldiers were also the most beautiful; others were more likely to lay down their lives for the more attractive girls, knowing what was going to happen when they returned to base…

But this, this was the first time I’d seen it. Four of the most attractive women I’d ever encountered, making love…no, fucking. Making love would imply tenderness, and while there was certainly affection, this wasn’t about tenderness, this wasn’t about love-making. This was about getting off, and getting the other person off.

Four of the most attractive women I’d ever encountered, fucking for more than an hour. Their peak physical fitness allowed positions I never would have imagined…the sight of tiny, flexible Whip intertwined with Cameron was only topped when Vernita joined them. At first I felt as though I was intruding just by being there, but Beatrice’s occasional glances in my direction suggested that she didn’t mind been watched, that she enjoyed it…

Once or twice I saw Whip look at me pleadingly. I don’t know if she was pleading to escape from the physical desires that she couldn’t control…or pleading for me to join them.

After the musk had worn off, they continued for a while, no longer quite as passionately driven, now just enjoying each other’s bodies, and Beatrice came and joined me next to the unconscious goblin. She showed no self-consciousness, and chatted openly, occasionally pausing to watch the action. In a few words, she explained how the mission had gone—the Queen, as we’d hoped, had no idea that we were coming, and no defenses. As soon as the squadron had entered the room, she’d sent out a call for back-up, but Vernita managed to grab the new Queen before the bulk of the army had arrived.

As soon as they exited the small room the Queens called home, the army had arrived. Fortunately, by that point, there was enough fresh air that they could survive the onslaught of musk that they were hit with. The gas masks helped stave off “the passion”, as Bea referred to it, but it can even affect you through the skin.

While still in the throne room, both Queens had managed to hit the troupe with a full dose of musk, Beatrice had put the odds of escaping the room at 50/50—even when they were a few blocks away, she wanted to lay down and let the goblins take her. When the army had arrived, the girls had a real fight on their hands, but not the worst that they’d ever been in, and Cameron’s skills with every weapon known to man had prevented them from ever being a true threat.

As they escaped, Cameron stayed at the rear, picking off goblins as quickly as the Queen could send them, while Whip and Vernita struggled with the new Queen, trying to subdue her. It hadn’t been easy—Whip had been in danger of being kissed twice—but eventually they managed to knock her out, and manacle her.

Under Beatrice’s direction, the team lost the goblins within less than an hour, and focussed on getting back. Even unconscious, the Queen seemed to emit a musk, but by the time they got back to me, she’d either run out of energy or musk, or the girls were as soaked in it as they were going to get.

I looked over at her. So this was the new Queen. With her eyes closed, it was almost impossible to tell her apart from any other goblin. Looking closely, I thought I could see a few subtle differences—her breasts looked slightly fuller, her features more human-like. She’d obviously been turned a long time ago, but her lesions still seemed…new, somehow. In fact her skin generally looked more fresh than your standard goblin.

Even though I was immune to her musk, I had to admit she was attractive. I wondered what her breasts would taste like, what it would be like to be on my knees to this royal beauty, tasting the honey-pot between her legs…

I looked over. The girls looked like they were done. Whip was lying on top of Cameron, her head resting on Cameron’s enormous bosom. Vernita was already getting dressed, her mind always on the next step of the mission.

“We should get going,” she said. “The Queen is going to be looking for us, and we don’t want to be anywhere she can find us. Whip, put together a bag of food—Cameron, get the weapons ready—Bea, you make sure you know that map forwards and backwards. Drew…”

She paused, as she looked up at me. I wondered, for the first time, if she liked me. She’d just shared an hour of naked pleasure with the rest of the troupe, while I’d sat on high and watched. I wondered if she thought I was haughty, unapproachable. I wondered if she wished I’d joined in.

“Drew, watch that bitch. If she wakes up, I want to know. If she moves, I want to know. We can’t have her making any noise; every goblin in Denver is going to be looking for us, and if she makes any noise we’re all dead.

“And no matter what, I don’t want her making any more musk. We don’t have time to stop—if she starts my pussy leaking, I’m going to make you take care of it. Understand?”

“Now let’s move out, ladies. Our day’s only getting started.”


	Chapter 6

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The Queen was angry. She stormed around what was left of her throne room, furiously replaying the day’s events in her head. The New Queen had been taken. After her years of loyal, enthusiastic service, Uma had been rewarded with the greatest honour any goblin could receive, and a bunch of humans had appeared out of nowhere and kidnapped her. There was a New Queen without any servants. It went against the natural order of things.

The Queen’s servants milled around, nervously. They didn’t know what to do when their Queen refused sex. Three of her most attractive slaves had been passionately making love in the centre of the room ever since the attack, in the hope that their sexual display would please her, cheer her up even slightly, but she didn’t seem to have noticed. They’d never before had a problem that couldn’t be solved by bringing their Queen to climax and fulfilling her every sexual desire…

Shutting her eyes, the Queen’s consciousness flowed into each and every one of the goblins under her command. She could feel the simultaneous prickling of pleasure from the thousands of the goblins she controlled…they loved it when she inhabited them; they loved the sense of purpose, but more than anything they loved pleasing her, knowing they were doing her bidding.

Her control flicked from one goblin to another, as she tried to measure their strength, their skill. She cursed as she realised that she’d lost most (if not all) of her strongest and most powerful warriors. But what she lacked in individual strength, she made up for in quantity. The humans were in the sewers, she knew that much, and if she could overwhelm them, she could bring back her New Queen. She could bring back her daughter.

The Queen stood in the middle of her throne room, as tall as she was able, and threw back her head. Her eyes flickered around the room manically, as if she was having a fit. Abruptly, all at once, the servants surrounding her ran for the door; every goblin in the city who was indoors headed outside, and as one they all moved towards the sewers.

The city rumbled, as every living creature above the surface at once entered manholes, drains and large pipes connected to the city’s sewers. Every living creature except four; the Queen, and the three goblins making love in front of her. Even as her consciousness controlled the swarm of goblins overwhelming the underworld, a small part of her remained in her body, sat down, and finally started to enjoyed the show her slaves were putting on for her.

The Queen knew two things: firstly, if she could find the humans who had attacked her city, she could rescue the New Queen. And secondly, if the humans who attacked her cities could be turned, and given to the New Queen as her first servants, then when the New Queen set off to take her own city, she’d be unstoppable.

### Chapter 6:

We were quickly and quietly walking through the sewers when we heard it. It sounded like an earthquake—for safety, I instinctively grabbed the nearest stable object (which happened to be Vernita.) There was a quick, whispered conversation between the girls.

“Shit. What is it?”

“Denver’s not on a fault line, is it?”

“It’s got to be her. She’s looking for us.”

“What the fuck IS that?”

The New Queen was my responsibility, but Vernita was carrying her while she was unconscious. She barely even noticed the extra weight. I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off her; this was the reason we’d come. This tiny, delicate creature had cost more than anything else in the entire war mission, risked the lives of our finest warriors. She was fascinating to me—they said Queens were perfect specimens, goblins with human-like intelligence. No, more than human intelligence. Goblins with the collected intelligence of every goblin under their command, the intelligence of every human that had ever been turned into a goblin.

Fascinating.

As the girls speculated on what could be causing the rumble, and I stared at the New Queen, her eyes snapped open. For the first time, I saw a goblin Queen’s eyes—she had rich, black pupils, and the this iris that surrounded them was a deep purple. She wasn’t at all groggy, and I wondered whether she’d been feigning unconsciousness—and if so, for how long. How much had she heard?

“They come for me!” she cried, causing everyone but me to jump back in shock. Vernita looked as panicked as I’d ever seen her look, and started to flail at the New Queen, securely harnessed to her back. The New Queen had an eerie smile on her face, and as Vernita’s hands came towards her, her thin lips curled back, and she bared her teeth. I thought she was going to bite her, but then…something started to emerge from the New Queen’s mouth.

It wasn’t her tongue, though that was my first thought—I’d seen her tongue, and it was as deep a purple as her eyes. No, this was something different—it looked like a…like a black slug of some kind. Whatever it was, it poked out slightly from her mouth, and seemed to look around, before noticing the arm coming straight towards it.

“Vernita!”

I wasn’t the only one who had seen the black protrusion; Beatrice’s authoritative cry snapped Vernita out of her panic, and her hand stopped before it collided with whatever the fuck was coming out of the New Queen’s mouth. Moving as quickly as Whip at her fastest, Beatrice took two steps forwards, unshackled the New Queen from Vernita, and forcibly hurled her towards me. Fortunately her arms and legs were still bound, and I caught her with ease.

The New Queen turned towards me, and her mouth opened in a snarl. The familiar smell of her musk started to fill the air.

“Stand back!” I shouted, simultaneously cursing and thanking my mother for her experiments on me as a younger girl. On one hand, if she hadn’t used me as a guinea-pig, I wouldn’t be here—I’d be at home, working in a lab, maybe even lucky enough to be chosen for premature breeding. On the other hand, I was spared the fate of every other girl left alive; being able to be turned into a quivering mess with just a whiff of musk, turned into a pathetic slave, begging for the goblin’s kiss.

Right now, for instance; any other girl would have been touching herself, and pleading to be touched. They would have been looking deep into the goblin’s eyes, meeting its predatory stare, and unable to bring themselves to stop the goblin from stroking them, carressing them, turning them…

I, on the other hand, met the New Queen’s stare calmly, cool as a cucumber. The other girls had already pulled out their gas masks—against a swarm of goblins, they had reduced effectiveness, but against a single goblin’s musk it would keep them safe.

Whip harnessed the New Queen to me, and we continued on our way. It must have been her tongue, I reasoned. Her tongue had become infected somehow, and that had caused it to go black, and…observe us.

As we ran, the New Queen stared, clearly not sure what to make of me. It was obvious that she’d never come across someone who wasn’t susceptible to her powers. I smiled, enjoying the reaction of the attractive goblin Queen in front of me.

“I’m part of a new breed,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

There was a long pause, as she sized me up. A slow grin spread across her face.

“So am I,” she replied, and her grin widened, showing off her teeth, her purple tongue…and the black slug that I’d seen earlier.


	Chapter 7

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I didn’t tell the others what I’d seen. They had enough on their minds, and I was supposed to be the goblin expert of the group—my mother knew more about goblins than any other human on the planet, and I’d spent my entire life helping her with her work. (sometimes voluntarily, sometimes not.) I couldn’t tell them that there was something going on with the New Queen that I simply didn’t understand.

And so I didn’t specify why I needed the New Queen gagged. Whip didn’t question it, but as she was tying the gag, a more obvious reason appeared: the New Queen began to squeal. Not in pleasure, not in pain, just loudly. A loud, emotionless, high-pitched squeal and even though the gag cut it off within a few seconds, we almost immediately heard footsteps.

The New Queen seemed to be acting as some kind of beacon, summoning all nearby goblins. We were already learning from our capture. My mind was swimming with theories—I’d never heard of anything like this. Perhaps it was used to sway goblins from one Queen to another, or lure in any goblins who weren’t currently attached to a Queen.

Capturing a Queen alive…no one had ever done it before. Previous attempts had been horribly unsuccessful—if you capture a Queen who has subjects, you soon find yourself overwhelmed, being attacked by wave after wave of goblins. Even when a Queen is unconscious, every goblin instinctively knows where she is, and has no other goal but to find and free her. Our time window had been short—we’d needed to strike after the new Queen was born, but before she was given her first subjects.

We hoped the information we’d gather from having a live specimen would be enough to start to tip the tide of the war in our favour. It was an unprecedented coup.

Now all we had to do was get her back home.

With the New Queen gagged, we killed the lights and hid. The small pack of goblins who had been attracted by the squeal had no chance against the combined forces of Whip, Vernita, and Cameron’s arsenal, but the Queen almost certainly knew where we were now.

* * *

In the darkness, no one noticed Uma shed a single tear as she watched the humans casually murder three goblins, three of her fellow slaves. She hadn’t known them personally, but they had worshipped the same goddess, knelt at the same feet. They were sisters, kin.

She inspected their killers. Five women. Soldiers, bar one. Uma was already assessing their strengths and weaknesses.

There was The Warrior, the big, black leader of the group. When Uma had spoken, The Warrior had become panicked—she clearly held a deep hatred for goblins. She was strong, powerful. No one stood up to her, no one questioned her. A fighter, she had probably been in more battles than she could remember. She acted on instinct, and she most likely thought of goblins as animals—it would make it easier to hunt them, easy to kill them. Seeing a goblin speak, it was against what she knew goblins to be. It had shaken her. This was something Uma could use to her advantage.

Weapons, the fat one—she was a fighter too, but where The Warrior would prefer to rip apart her enemies with her bare hands, Weapons had guns and grenades, landmines and rocket launchers. She didn’t like getting her hands dirty. She’d probably never touched a goblin, never felt their caress—this would make her more vulnerable, easier to turn once Uma got her hands on her. She would be useful as a goblin—she would know how to find guns, how to repair them. No goblin had ever used anything besides their musk and their claws before, but once Weapons was turned, that would change.

There was a tiny wisp of a girl, The Hands of the group. She was Chinese, or perhaps Japanese—Uma had never been good at telling races in her previous life, and as a goblin she’d been surrounded only by other goblins and had no need or opportunity to practice the skill. The Hands was light, strong, acrobatic. As a goblin, all of those attributes would only increase—she would be able to scurry across ceilings, jump down on people and turn them before they even knew she was near.

The Old One would be the easiest conquest—she looked weary, sick of the fight. She was already halfway to giving up—five minutes alone with her, and Uma knew that she could convince her to become what all women wanted, needed…to become goblin. She was the strategist; once she was turned, Uma would know what the humans were planning, where they were going.

The Old One would be Uma’s first target.

Lastly, there was The New Breed. Uma’s goblin musk had done nothing…she seemed to be immune. Curious. She looked young, naive. She was no killer, like The Warrior. She hadn’t seen countless wars, like The Old One. She didn’t have the casual attitude towards killing and death that The Hands and Weapons shared—but she hadn’t joined in the mating frenzy, as the rest of the army had. She was on the outside, and it was this loneliness, this desire to belong that Uma would use to take her, to turn her, to discover her secrets and use her to build a new city.

Uma had been made Queen, what all goblinkind strived for, the greatest gift a goblin could be given, and also the greatest responsibility. This group of girls had come in her way, but she would not waste her privilege. And these girls, The Warrior, The Hands, The Old One, Weapons…and especially The New Breed, they would be her first goblins. And with them, she would learn much. And with them, she would be victorious.

And with them, she would rule.


	Chapter 8

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It wasn’t until the rumbling subsided that I worked out what it had been. All the pieces came together; the rumbling, the New Queen’s words, the fact that there was a pack of goblins right next to us when she squealed…and even when I explained it, it took a few minutes before the reality set in for everyone else.

“What do you mean ‘she’s sent all of them’?” Vernita snapped. She’d been acting strangely ever since her panicked attack on the New Queen earlier—it was the first moment of weakness I’d ever seen from her, and I suspected that if there was one thing Vernita hated more than weakness in others, it was weakness in herself.

“Exactly what I said; she’s sent all of them. The Queen has sent her goblins.

“All of them.”

The girls paused. Some swore. All of them immediately understood. The tunnel suddenly filled with military chatter; Beatrice making plans, Cameron listing weapons—no one had ever faced what we were facing before, an entire city of goblins after one group. Thousands upon thousands of dedicated, mindless, self-sacrificing creatures against four warriors.

And me.

Even when they chase the last few humans out of a city, no Queen sends this many troops. It’s unnecessary to risk such a huge proportion of your army—if the retreating party is lucky enough to have a few land-mines left, sending too many goblins to one location can mean the risk of losing them all.

The official collective noun for goblins has never been officially decided. Soldiers will refer to a ‘mob’ of goblins when the goblins aren’t in battle, a ‘pack’ of goblins when they’re fighting a small group, and a ‘horde’ of goblins when they face a large group. Back home, I’ve heard of people refer to a ‘vomit’ of goblins, but that’s people who have never encountered them, have never felt the effects of the musk, have never seen how sensual a goblin can be…

The discussion stopped, and I tuned back in to see why. Everyone was staring at me, and it took me far too long to work out why. Someone had asked me a question, and I hadn’t noticed. I had been too busy thinking about collective nouns.

“Pardon?” I asked, my cheeks flushed. I was mentally kicking myself—I felt like a child again, disappointing my mother. I wondered if the others resented me, if they were acutely aware of how much I was slowing the team down.

I quickly silenced that train of thought, and paid attention to what Vernita was asking me.

“I asked if the Queen up top could see what this bitch sees??” she asked, gesturing to the New Queen.

I paused, not wanting to answer before I was sure of my response. Vernita glared as I pondered the question, and I wondered how much of that anger I deserved, and how much of it was anger at herself.

“No,” I concluded eventually. “If they knew where we were, she wouldn’t have had to…you know, squeal. That noise she made earlier.”

The New Queen watched the conversation, her purple eyes flicking between Vernita and myself.

“What was that, anyway?” Whip asked.

“The squeal? I think it was…—”

“Not that,” Bea snapped, cutting me off. “The…the thing.

Vernita and Cameron just looked confused, while Whip and Bea waited anxiously for my answer. They’d seen it too.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

“You must know!” Bea replied, irritated, but I cut her off before she could finish.

“Well I don’t! I’m sorry! We’ve never seen anything like that before, not in captured goblins, not in dead Queens.” My reply was a little too fast, a little too high-pitched. I sounded hysterical. I took a deep breath and continued.

“That’s why we want to capture a Queen alive. They have abilities beyond normal goblins, and we just don’t have any idea what they’re capable of. They have a psychic link to their servants we don’t understand, they have a second, different type of musk-gland that we’ve never seen on any other kind of goblin…even the fact that their eyes are so different is strange. There’s no reason for it that we can determine. So I don’t know what…what we saw. Hopefully when we get her home, we’ll know.”

I didn’t mention that the New Queen had referred to herself as something new; that conversation felt private, somehow. It was between me and her. Besides, it wouldn’t help the girls even if they knew.

No one asked any more questions. The goblins were probably aware of our general location, even if they didn’t know specifically where we were. We had to work out a plan, fast.

Beatrice, Vernita and Cameron huddled again, and started throwing around terms and acronyms I didn’t understand. Whip rarely joined in these conversations; she was quiet at the best of times, and Whip was no a leader. She wasn’t a tactician, she wasn’t a weapons expert. Whip was…she was someone who did things. She was a doer.

So while everyone else chatted, Whip scouted the perimeter. I admired her lithe body as she disappeared from the group and suddenly appeared at the end of the tunnel, almost as if she could teleport. I watched as she stood completely still, listening, blocking out the conversation between the soldiers, trying to hear just the tiniest hint that there was someone nearby.

I assume she didn’t hear anything, as after a few minutes she visibly relaxed, stopped looking for goblins, and turned to look straight at me. I tried to pretend that I hadn’t been watching her, and tended to the New Queen. Within a few seconds, she was by my side, her hand on my shoulder.

“She’s pretty, hey?” she said, looking at the New Queen’s big, purple eyes. We both stood there, staring into them for a few seconds, before Whip shook her head and turned to me. She stared into my eyes, and for a second, I thought I felt myself get lost in Whip’s deep, dark black eyes. I don’t know if I leaned forward or if Whip did, or perhaps it was all in my head, but for a split second, I could have sworn we were on the brink of kissing.

Instead, Whip took my hand in mine, and spoke a few simple but heartfelt words.

“You’re a part of the team, y’know?”

I nodded, speechless. She gave me a cheeky grin in response.

“Cool.” she said, and skipped away to make sure no goblins had arrived in the few seconds we’d been chatting.


	Chapter 9

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The Queen was excited, which pleased her servants. She sat on her throne, her legs spread wide with a goblin between them, pleasuring her with its tongue. Another goblin sat on each of her plump breasts, suckling frantically, drooling with pleasure. Her hands traced circles around the breast of her slave, her eyes flickered around frantically, her mouth was drawn back in an excited grin, and her consciousness was controlling the thousands of goblins she’d sent to the sewers…and the small group she’d sent to the edge of her reach, the very limit of ground she controlled.

Whenever she sent goblins to the outer lands of her power, there was a risk that they would break off, that she would no longer be able to control them. The stronger her emotions and feelings were, the stronger her control over her goblins, and so to reduce the risk of losing her team, she’d instructed the few goblins who remained in the throne room to pleasure her, bring her to regular, powerful orgasms.

The outer team were on their way back now, so while her goblins’ efforts were no longer necessary, she kept them going in celebration.

As long as the humans were in the sewers, her goblins would continue hunting for them, but the results of her outer team’s expedition had ensured that even if the humans took the New Queen out of the Queen’s reach, she had a fighting chance. If she escaped, there would be no reason for her to return to Denver. Unless the Queen’s goblins made contact with the humans again, it was time to let go, to start thinking about internal affairs...

As the Queen was brought to orgasm for the fifteenth time in the last hour, she started eyeing off the slaves that were pleasuring her. With the New Queen gone, likely going to take her own city in the next few weeks, she needed a new number one. Perhaps Sofie, whose tongue was currently deep within her, or Julie, nibbling on her right nipple and playing with herself.

It was an important decision, and not one to be rushed. She would have to assess each candidate at length, test their brains, leadership potential, skill with fingers, skill with tongue, flexibility, stamina…

The next few months were going to be busy.

If you ignored the fact that I was surrounded by thousands of goblins, trying to kill or turn whoever was carrying what I held in my arms, I was probably the safest I’d ever been in my life. Four of Earth’s greatest warriors were surrounding me, each of them armed to the teeth, specifically looking out for any threats coming towards me.

Of course, to counter that, in my arms was one of the most dangerous creatures anyone had ever encountered, ever. The New Queen was restrained so heavily that all I could see of her were her legs and her big, beautiful eyes, but she still held dangers uncountable. Some of them we had taken precautions against, but we had no way of knowing what else she was capable of, what we should be defending against.

The sewer was dark, and with a girl on each side of me I couldn’t see where we were going, so I just trusted them to jostle me in the right direction and spent my time looking into the New Queen’s eyes. She fascinated me. Such potential for danger, such power…such beauty.

I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep my eyes off her. The New Queen kept staring at Beatrice, and Bea kept staring back, an uneasy look on her face. I was about to ask whether she was all right, and whether she should be focussed outward and keeping an eye out for incoming goblins instead of staring at my Queen when Whip made a single gesture, and everything suddenly got loud.

I’ve seen goblins die before, of course—from the goblin that Whip had beheaded just a few hours ago, to the corpses I’d helped my mother dissect as a child. But I’d never before seen so many die so violently. They were coming in swarms, in waves, but before they could even get within a few feet of us, they were being killed, right in front of my eyes.

Cameron was operating like a machine, somehow seeming to reload her weapons before the current round had even run out. She took out dozens of goblins as they swarmed out of a sewer-pipe up ahead, until the ground was slippery with their blood. Vernita’s face was fierce, focussed—her lips drawn back, her eyes darting around, assessing threats and barking orders. Whip had disappeared from view—occasionally the muzzle of her pistol would light up and I’d see for a second, standing over a goblin corpse, but for the most part she was invisible, taking out oncoming goblins before any of us knew they were even there.

And Bea…Bea was standing next to me, staring into the New Queen’s eyes.

“Take her back,” Vernita yelled, and Bea looked up and nodded. This must have been her role all along, I realised—Bea was the strategist, practically the brains behind this whole operation. Her job had been to guard me and the New Queen while everyone else took out the threats. She was doing what was most best for the team.

Yes, that was surely it.

Bea picked up the New Queen, and started to march back the way that we came. I scurried along behind her, my mind racing. As soon as some goblins knew where we were, they all would. Every goblin in the city would be convening at the battle; the team would have to either kill all of them, or find some way of escaping without being followed.

We ran at least half a mile before stopping—far enough away that there was no chance of the goblins at the battle stumbling across us, close enough that any of the girls could retrace their steps and find us quickly enough. The only danger now was of goblins en route to the fight running into us, but Bea had found a place that we could hide; a half-collapsed tunnel, out of the way and with only one entrance.

The two of us crawled into the hole. Bea lit a torch so that we could see, and affixed her gas mask. If the New Queen started emitting her scent in this small, enclosed space, it would be impossible for Bea to resist it, resist the temptation to touch the New Queen, to worship her small, muscular body, to stop herself from suckling on her naked breasts, to dive between her legs and do what came naturally…

I was staring at the New Queen, trussed up in such a way that unfortunately concealed her beautiful body when I noticed that her eyes were closed. I leaned forward and gently slapped her. When she didn’t react, I slapped her again, harder.

“Bea,” I exclaimed loudly, forgetting that we were trying to hide. “She’s not moving.”

I couldn’t make out Bea’s eyes through the mask, but her head tilted to the side in what I assumed to be confusion. I undid the New Queen’s constraints, and tied her hands together in case she woke up.

Despite being a goblin for presumably years, and a human for many more years before that, the New Queen’s body was only a few hours old. The Queening process is another of the long list of things we don’t understand about goblins, but I knew that if she was unconscious for more than a few minutes, there was risk of brain damage. I put my ear to her mouth.

“She’s still breathing, but we can’t leave her this way.”

“Why?” Bea asked, her voice muffled.

“I don’t know what’s knocked her out. Bea, we need to wake her up. Now.”

Beatrice took off her mask. Her eyes looked strangely sad, worried. She spoke to me, even as she stared at the New Queen’s face.

“Go back,” she said. “Cameron has medical equipment. Stick to the walls; unless you directly run into a pack of goblins, you should be safe. They’ll be distracted by the slaughter. Take my pistol.

“Hurry back.”


	Chapter 10

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

The New Queen lay, feigning unconsciousness, one eye open just a sliver, and watched The Old One. She had put the gas mask back on—that would make the dance more difficult, but not impossible. The New Queen had moves that no gas mask could defend against.

Beatrice had noticed the New Queen eyeing her off earlier. At first she’d tried to stare her down, but as soon as she’d made eye contact with the New Queen’s, she’d started thinking about what Drew had said earlier. Her eyes _were_ different—not just different to a typical goblin’s milky-white blankness, but different to human eyes as well. The black seemed…deeper, somehow. More intense. Or perhaps it was the iris, there was something about the specks of colour that wasn’t quite right...

She’d only been staring into them for a few seconds, trying to spot what made them different, when Vernita had ordered her to retreat. Beatrice had looked up to discover herself in the midst of a firefight, goblins dying to the right and left of her. Her military training snapped into action, and within seconds she was dragging Drew and the New Queen away from the action.

Now here she was, alone with the New Queen.

Bea had killed more goblins than she could count—she’d captured them and brought them back to base for research, she’d slaughtered them…one of her early missions had specifically required her squad to torture a group of goblins, to see if that made attacking a Queen from another angle any easier.

During the course of her duty, she’d been exposed to the goblin’s musk again and again and again. She’d probably slept with half of the human army by this point, but those passionate post-battle encounters were nothing compared to the true heat of being surrounded by musk, the arousal felt while staring at a scaly goblin, watching their breasts heave, staring into their empty white eyes, breathing in their scent, wanting to throw yourself at them, surrender to their touch…

But in all her years of battling goblins and her own desires, she’d never had much admiration for them outside of a fight. She didn’t keep track of the exact numbers, but Beatrice was extremely proud that after more than one thousand battles, she’d never given into her desires, and only once been in serious danger of being turned.

The New Queen, however…she was different, somehow. Beatrice picked her up; compared to the heavy packs Bea was used to lugging around, the goblin weighed practically nothing.

There was something strangely tempting about the New Queen’s tight skin, showcasing the veins that ran through her small breasts. Never before had the lesions that covered their skin been so alluring—Bea wondered what they’d taste like. Would they resemble her comrade’s scars, the scars that Bea had tasted so many times before, or would they have their own, unique, sweet flavour. Bea had a strange compulsion to lick them, nibble on the colored wounds. Perhaps she’d start on the lesions, follow them along the goblin’s arms until she reached her round breasts...

The New Queen seized the opportunity to strike—while The Old One was distracted with her breasts, staring at her hard nipples, she opened her eyes and spat.

A large glob of spit landed on Bea’s neck, stunning her. No one had ever seen a Queen spit before. She could feel it slowly slide down, past her collar, past her tank top…she could feel as the drop of saliva got into her bra and somehow split into two, each half gliding onto a nipple, where they settled, sending strange jolts of excitement straight to her brain...

Beatrice had no idea what a Queen’s saliva would do to her, but she suspected that it wasn’t good. She dropped the New Queen, and tore her shirt off as quickly as she could. Before she could get her singlet off as well, she noticed that unconsciousness wasn’t the only thing that the goblin had been faking—the New Queen stood in front of her, hands untied, those big eyes staring straight at her.

The New Queen’s lips spread in a grin. One-on-one, at last. Before she had been given the honour of being Queened, back when she was simply Uma the Goblin, she’d never had a chance to turn a human. But she remembered it from her previous life, when she herself had been turned, had been lucky enough to feel the touch of a goblin, feel their kiss, feel the last of her former self drain away…

She’d been looking forward to sharing that joy with a human since she was born, but Uma had been one of the last humans in Denver to be turned. Even when she had been made royalty she didn’t think the opportunity would arise—Queens will typically have thousands upon thousands of servants to do their fighting for them; there’s no need for that group to overlap with their sexual slaves.

But the unusual circumstances that she found herself in gave the New Queen a unique chance to use her special talents. One-on-one…the dance could go either way. Beatrice was larger and more experienced, but the New Queen had more than a few tricks up her proverbial sleeve.

The New Queen leapt; in one swift movement, she rebounded off the wall behind Beatrice and latched onto her back. Bea did all that she could to shake her off, but the saliva that she could still feel on her breast was fogging her brain, filling her with a slow, sleepy arousal…

It was new. Different. It wasn’t the quick rush of desire that was caused by the goblin’s musk. Beatrice was struggling to think; she seemed to be moving more slowly, it was taking longer for her limbs to react to the commands her brain was firing at them. Fortunately, her years of training had caused many of her actions in combat to be purely instinctive—even as her conscious mind was wondering what it would feel like if she shimmied, tried to coerce the saliva down to her rapidly moistening pussy, her hands were reaching around and trying to dislodge the New Queen.

The New Queen leant into Bea’s ear, and whispered.

“It’s time, little sexy. Time to stop fighting. Relax, little sexy, and come home with me...”

Beatrice knew what was on the line. If she was turned, she would be a pawn of the New Queen, unable to resist telling her all of her secrets, all of the troops secrets. Everything she knew about the plan, the location of the chopper…everything she knew about Drew, about Cameron’s arsenal, about Vernita’s strengths and weaknesses…everything she knew would be given to the enemy. Not slowly coerced, not forced out piece-by-piece over months, given immediately and willingly.

Everything she knew, the New Queen would be able to use to her advantage.

She fought through the fog, tried to ignore the distraction of the New Queen’s words, floating into her brain like silk. She grit her teeth and told herself that she wouldn’t let the arousal coming from the saliva on her breasts alter her judgement or weaken her. The troop was counting on her. She wouldn’t be the weak link. She wouldn’t give up to the voice in her ear telling her to give up.

“It will be so easy, little sexy. No more combat, no more battles. No more resisting your desires…let me free you, little sexy. Become what you’ve always wanted. Let me make you mine.”

Beatrice threw her elbow back with all her strength, and was simultaneously satisfied and dismayed when she felt it connect with the New Queen’s leg. The force of the blow caused the goblin to lose her grip and fall back onto the ground. Beatrice spun, trying to spot the small creature before it could latch onto her again. She cursed the lack of peripheral vision her gas mask gave her, but knew that removing it would end the battle that much faster…as it was, the confined space’s lack of airflow meant that there was already a risk of the musk infiltrating her defences, infiltrating her mind…

Despite not being able to see her enemy, she could still hear her words echo around the small chamber.

“I can feel your beauty, little sexy. Let me taste your succulence. Stop the fighting, my sweet. I feel your heart, I know what you want. I feel your heat. Come to me, little sexy. Be mine. Be my slave.”

The word slave wormed its way into Beatrice’s mind, adding to the distractions she was facing. Suddenly her head was full the image of herself as a slave to the New Queen…kneeling in front of her, tasting her pussy…worshipping her, serving her in every way she could. She would look up at her Queen, her eyes would fill her world, her eyes would be all that Bea could see…


	Chapter 11

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

Bea shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the image of the New Queen’s eyes. She had to focus. She had to relax, stop thinking about the wetness between her legs, the moisture on the ends of her nipples. Stop picturing what her new life would be like as a goblin, what a perfect existence it would be, a life dedicated to making her Queen happy, bringing her pleasure, obeying her every whim, her every command…

The New Queen grinned from the shadows. She had The Old One exactly where she wanted her. It had been less of a challenge than expected; her initial reading of her had been correct. She was slowed down by age, by exhaustion. She was ready to quit, and likely had been for a while. She was ripe for the taking.

She leapt once more—The Old One seemed to sense her coming and ducked, but The New Queen had compensated for that, and landed squarely on the soldier’s back. Reaching around to tweak her nipples, the New Queen grinned. It was end-game. The Old One shuddered in pleasure, and took a few seconds to remember what she was doing…just enough time for The New Queen to undo her pants and let them drop to the ground.

“You want it, yes you do. Give your life over, submit. You want to have the life that we are all born for…no more fighting, no more politics, no more war…just sex, pleasure, ecstasy…”

Beatrice reached down, and with an iron grip grabbed both of the New Queen’s arms. She knew that in her current state, if the goblin’s hands made it to her pussy, the fight was over. Only once had she let a goblin get that far—she’d lay down, happy and ready to surrender to her enemy’s kiss, when an ally had killed the goblin even as it stood over her. Covered in the enemy’s blood, she’d screamed in frustration, cursed her team-mate (and then later, after the battle, greatly rewarded her.)

It wasn’t a physical challenge—Bea knew she was stronger than the New Queen, and could hold her at bay for hours if need be. It was purely mental…the only way those clawed hands were getting under her underwear was if she let them. And every second, the temptation to let them was growing stronger and stronger.

Bea clenched her teeth and tried to steel her mind…she ignored the sensations that the New Queen’s saliva was continuing to provide, she ignored the whispered compliments and promises, she ignored the images of herself as a goblin, adoring staring into her Queen’s big black eyes, she ignored the wet feeling of the Queen’s tongue on her back, ignored how good it felt, the tingling sensation that was travelling slowly up her spine…

“You feel me, don’t you? You want more, yes you do. You want me to touch you, to taste you, to take you…”

It was over. The New Queen knew it, and within a few minutes so would The Old One. If there had been any fight left in her, she would have attacked back—kicked, scratched, tried to break The New Queen’s arms. Instead, she just stood there, trembling, barely holding The New Queen at bay. The dance was done. 

She had been a worthy partner, and she would be an invaluable ally.

The New Queen had nudged The Old One’s coverings up, and slowly licked her back, letting her powerful saliva sink in and further confuse her senses. After a few seconds, she knew, the skin would be numb, the nerve endings so busy sending pleasure (and occasional exquisite pain) signals to the brain that anything else that happened would go undetected.

She waited half a minute, just to be safe. She could hear The Old One’s heart rate increasing, feel her grip loosening. Within a few minutes she would surrender, but The New Breed might be back by then…time was of the essence.

Thirty slow seconds passed, and when it was time, The New Queen leaned forward. A slug slowly crawled out of her mouth, and started the laborious journey up The Old One’s spine.

It wasn’t until it reached her neck that Beatrice realised that the tingling sensation was more than just a sensation. Her throat tightened, and she shuddered with revulsion as she remembered the black…the black _thing_ that she’d seen emerge from the goblin’s mouth earlier that day. She managed to stop herself from gagging as she pictured it crawling up her back, and realised that it was likely on the back of her neck right now.

Revolt turned into panic, and mixed with the arousal that was already filling her body. She could feel the slug starting to crawl onto her jaw…she didn’t know what would happen if it reached her mouth, and she didn’t want to find out. Making a snap decision, she released the New Queen’s right hand, reached up, and flicked the slug. She couldn’t see it in the darkness, but she felt that it was no longer on her skin.

Before she could reach down again and recapture the New Queen’s arm, before she could even sigh in relief, she felt her panties being pushed aside, and the New Queen’s talented hand started to work its magic.

Back when she was Uma the Goblin, the New Queen had worked hard to earn her position of privilege. She was Queen’s number one partly because she was smart, partly because she was easy on the eyes, but mostly because of her skill…as soon as the Queen had felt Uma’s touch, had experienced the work of her lips and hands, both separately and working in harmony, her standing in the Queen’s inner circle had been assured.

Beatrice never stood a chance.

Beneath the gas mask, her eyes widened. She gasped, and moaned, her knees buckled and her nipples ached. Unable to think, unable to prevent herself, she released the New Queen’s other hand, and welcomed it as it travelled up her shirt and teased her throbbing breasts, circling her nipples, causing Beatrice to bite her lip and beg for more.

“You’re mine, little sexy…your perfect body, your exquisite sweat. Your mind, your soul…you’re mine. Give yourself to me.”

Bea nodded, and fell to her knees. The New Queen continued to work on her body, and Beatrice could feel an orgasm building. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced—she’d been sleeping with women, sleeping with perfect, strong women at the height of their arousal for almost half her life, but no sexual encounter she’d been involved with could even compare to this. She lay back, her body in perfect agony, and begged for release.

The New Queen abruptly stopped, and stood over her. Even in the dim lighting, Beatrice could see enough of her body to admire it, to see that it was what she wanted, what all women wanted to be, were born to be. She could see the New Queen’s huge eyes, drawing her in.

It was clear what she wanted from her new slave, and Beatrice was happy to obey. She took off her gas mask.

As she breathed in what was surely more musk than air by now, Beatrice felt her desire strongly rise. She silently pleaded the New Queen, and the New Queen obliged, leaning over her and giving her that kiss, the last kiss that Beatrice would ever receive as a human.

As the New Queen’s lips came into contact with hers, Beatrice felt them open slightly. As her orgasm finally arrived, the culmination of what felt like a lifetime of desire, Beatrice felt a large slug slowly slip into her mouth, and start to crawl down her throat.

And then there were four.


	Chapter 12

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

I surprised myself, on the way back.

While running through the tunnels to get Cameron, to get a medical kit for the New Queen, I ran into a pair of goblins.

Before they could do anything, almost before they noticed me, I raised the pistol Bea gave me and fired two bullets into each of them. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t tremble in my aim, I even compensated for the kick-back as the rounds left the gun. I was proud of myself, and thankful for my training. I looked around, and it didn’t look like there were any other goblins nearby who could have heard it, so I didn’t stop, just kept heading towards where I’d last seen the girls.

I’ve never killed anything before, at least not directly.

By the time I got back, the battle wasn’t quite over, but Cameron was already packing up. She knew that Whip and Vernita could handle the last few, smaller waves; we have limited ammo, and there’s no sense using a gun when a knife will do. I don’t know whether they were tactically retreating, waiting for another opportunity to strike, or whether the Queen had simply exhausted her troops in the area, but either way, by the time they were ready for a second round of attacks, we hoped to be long gone.

Cameron looked worried as I approached.

“Drew?? Where’s the Queen?”

“With Bea,” I panted. “Injured. Come.”

I started to run, but before I even got two steps, Cameron hoisted me up on her shoulder and ran in the direction I pointed. It could have been patronising, but I knew not to take it that way. It was just efficiency. She was making sure I wasn’t the weak link. She was doing what needed to be done.

When we got to the entrance of the tunnel, I clambered down with as much dignity as I could muster, but before I could even point to the entrance, we saw movement.

The two goblins I encountered, I should elaborate, weren’t gunning for me. I wasn’t hitting a moving target—they were facing away from me, unmoving, waiting for the right moment to enter the battle. In a broad sense it was self-defence; had they seen me, I’m sure I wouldn’t have stood a chance, but I didn’t win a fight or anything like that. I just got behind them, and fired two bullets into each of their heads.

I’m no action hero.

When I saw the movement, that glimpse of white that means a goblin is looking straight at you, the image of those two goblins swam into my mind. I didn’t see their faces, but I feel like I could have picked the back of their bald heads out of a line-up. They were goblins, less than human, no more than the horrible beasts that mother used to make me wash the corpses of…but they had been once, hadn’t they? Every goblin I cut up, every goblin I watched the girls kill, each of them had been a person, once upon a time. Each one of them had been a little girl.

I tried not to think of them that way. They’re goblins, animals, worse than non-human. They are the enemy, and they are the reason we’re here.

I highlight that I’m not an action hero because as soon as she saw movement, almost before (like she sensed it coming) Cameron had drawn her own pistols, one in each hand, and fired at the fleeing goblin. There’s your hero.

“Stop!” I cried, and tried to pull her arms down. I may as well have tried to take her rocket launcher away from her. She didn’t even brush me off, just continued to fire as if I didn’t exist, as if I’d done nothing at all. “What if it’s her!?”

“White eyes,” Cameron replied shortly, and fired two more shots towards the shadow the goblin had stopped in. She had to reload at that point, and fast at it though she was, the goblin took the opportunity to make its escape. There was something about the goblin’s movement that struck me as odd, but I couldn’t quite place it.

My mind was racing, even as I dropped and started to crawl into the tunnel where I’d left Bea and the New Queen. If a goblin had found her, if a goblin had rescued the New Queen, did that mean it was over? Had we lost? Or would we just have to turn around and capture her for a second time—this time, without the element of surprise on our side?

That goblin’s movement, it…it had been strange. Even with my limited experience, I could see that. It was almost as if it had known where Cameron was going to fire before she fired…it was almost as if she knew Cameron’s firing style…as if she knew Cameron…she…

It all clicked at the same time as I reached the spot where I’d last seen Bea and the New Queen. I lit a match, not knowing what I would see, but with a dark knowledge of what wouldn’t be in front of me.

I was right.

The New Queen looked up at me. She stood alone, a triumphant grin on her face. She held out her hand, like a child asking for help crossing the road. She didn’t say anything.

Cameron was immediately behind me. As soon as she saw the New Queen standing free, Cameron tackled her, almost crushing the goblin in the process. I don’t know how Cameron manages to fit everything on her person, but in her pockets she had both rope and handcuffs, and within a minute, the New Queen was securely fastened.

“Where’s Bea?” Cameron asked, and when I didn’t answer, turned to look at my face. My expression must have said it all, because it only took her only a few seconds to work it out.

I can’t imagine ever seeing Cameron cry. It would be like seeing Whip deliver a speech, or Vernita cuddle a puppy. It’s just not in their nature. I don’t even know if Cameron and Bea were particularly close; they’ve gone on dozens, perhaps hundreds of missions together, but when you’ve been around as long as Bea, you’ve been on dozens of missions with everyone.

I can’t imagine ever seeing Cameron cry, but the look on her face when she put it all together was as close as I ever think I’ll get.

As quickly as the look appeared, it was gone, and Cameron was all business.

“We’ve got to let Vernita know. Bea knows all our plans, all our strengths and weaknesses.” Cameron looked at the New Queen with disgust. “And that means now so does she.”

“We’re going to have to throw the book out and start again.”


	Chapter 13

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Vernita’s reaction was almost exactly the same as Cameron’s, almost down to the facial expression. It was as they had them handed out at training, at the same time as they got their boots. 

Whip, however…I don’t know. She didn’t look sad, she didn’t look happy. She heard the news, nodded, and then stared out over the battlefield. 

Maybe she’d missed that day.

After her few seconds of mourning, Vernita was all business.

“Drew,” she barked, snapping me out of my reverie. I hadn’t expecting to be needed for a while, and was staring at Whip. When it came to giving orders, I was normally last, if not forgotten altogether. 

“Knock her out.”

My arms moved, almost instinctively, to embrace the New Queen protectively. I stopped before it was obvious what was happening, but I don’t know how well I hid it.

“We can’t knock her out,” I replied nervously. Vernita had already started discussing Whip’s role in our next steps, and I wasn’t sure if she’d hear me. A tiny part of me hoped that she wouldn’t.

Vernita stopped mid-sentence and turned to me, her face a picture of disbelief.

“Pardon?”

“We can’t knock her out,” I repeated. 

I’ll always remember that moment—the cold of Denver’s sewer system, its smell tempered only by the smell of goblin blood around us. the dim light provided by Cameron’s torch, reflecting off the New Queen’s eyes as she looked up at the two of us.

I’d never stood up to an authority figure before, not even my mother, and I wouldn’t be surprised if no one had ever stood up to Vernita before in her life. It was a terrifying idea, but…somehow empowering. After all, this was why I’d been brought on the mission; to stop them from doing anything that could damage my Queen.

I was doing my part. I was doing what I was here for.

“We don’t know what will happen if she’s unconscious. She’s the reason we’re doing this in the first place—if we bring her home damaged, the whole mission was pointless. She has to be perfect.”

“If we don’t knock her out,” Cameron interjected, “we may not get home at all.”

I shook my head.

“As long as we don’t let her get loose again. We know that she can untie herself; we’ll just keep her handcuffed from now on. We’ll keep her gagged. And as long as we make sure that no one but me is left alone with her, there’s nothing we can do.”

Whip looked like she was going to say something, but before she could, Vernita spoke up again.

“It’s not worth the risk.”

I was perhaps a bit too fast with what I said next; it was true, of course, and had to be said, but I perhaps should have been a bit more delicate about it, and attempted to sound less like a petulant teenager.

“You know I’m right. Bea would have said the same thing.”

There was a pause. Whip turned her head away, as if again watching out for oncoming goblins. Cameron stood there, impassive—I couldn’t see any emotion on her face, but I wasn’t really looking. My eyes were on Vernita.

Vernita’s were lips drawn back, her pupils narrow and angry, staring straight at me. For a moment, I wondered if she was going to attack me, weaponless, use her hands and teeth to pierce my skin and draw blood.

Cameron leaned forwards, as if ready to step in, as if thinking the same thing.

But just as quickly as her mourning for Bea had passed, the look on Vernita’s face disappeared as well.

“We don’t have time for this,” she said shortly. “Whip, I need you to find a new route. Bea knew exactly where we were going and how we were going to get there. We can’t change our destination, but we can make sure she doesn’t bring any goblins and ambush us on the way.

“Cameron, how many do you think we took out? Let’s leave some land-mines for when the next wave come looking for us.

“Drew…—” Vernita turned to me once more. I started when I heard my name, and realised that every muscle in my body had been tensed, prepared to protect the Queen. “Can Bea…can the New Queen’s goblins talk to the Old Queen’s goblins?”

I thought for a moment, then answered confidently. “No. We don’t think they can even communicate to one another—their thoughts go to the Queen, and she controls all of them. They’re hive—”

“Cameron,” Vernita said, cutting me off. “If you see the New Queen’s goblin, take it out. Everything Bea knew she knows, and Drew’s friend here will already know as well.”

“Then why—” I began, but Vernita continued, answering my question without pause, without looking at me.

“Once she’s dead, we won’t have to worry about the New Queen having a second pair of legs running around.”

I know I should have held my tongue. I know it definitely wasn’t my place to say anything; these girls are trained warriors, experienced. But I couldn’t help myself.

“But…it’s Bea!” I replied softly.

Vernita turned to face me, her face emotionless. Whip was long gone, scouting ahead, and Cameron had already started setting mines.

“No,” she replied shortly. “Bea’s dead. You talk about what Bea would have wanted?”

And just as I suspected Vernita had noticed instinctive twitch of protection earlier, I saw Vernita’s eyes flick towards the New Queen as she spoke.

“She would have wanted us to kill the thing that took her body.”


	Chapter 14

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

Beatrice moaned. Her left hand’s three remaining fingers were playing with her wet slit, causing tremors to run through her whole body. She couldn’t believe how it felt.

As a human, Bea had slept with more women than she could count, perhaps more than any other woman had ever slept with. She’d known she was a lesbian since she was a child, and even before her life in the army, she’d hooked up with more than a few other teenaged girls—ever since the majority of men on the planet had disappeared, even the straightest straight girl was open to dalliances with the same sex.

Of course, since she’d joined the army, her fuck-count had jumped into the hundreds, possibly thousands. Bea had loved it—constantly surrounded by women in their prime; fit, healthy, and after a battle, horny and indiscriminate.

She’d quickly worked her way to the top, and discovered the true aphrodisiac of power.

Bea had slept with every type of woman imaginable: she’d enjoyed passionate trysts with other female soldiers, both under the direct influence of goblin musk and completely sober. She’d had sex within monogamous relationships, and orgies with more than a dozen other girls. She’d been brought to orgasm by mouths, toys, tongues, fingers—both her own and others—and on one special occasion, she’d found herself moaning at the feeling of a loaded weapon being inserted into her.

But nothing, nothing had even come close to how good it felt when she touched her new goblin pussy. It was the single greatest sensation she’d ever felt in her life, and that was only from her hand running up and down the outside of her bald new cunt.

When her fingers brushed against her clit, she thought she was going to pass out.

She couldn’t believe the sensations. She couldn’t believe that she’d been fighting against being turned for her entire life. She couldn’t believe that she’d thought she was saving her colleagues from this, this…utter bliss. She would have cursed the years that she could have spent enjoying this, the greatest of all pleasures, but if she’d been turned earlier, she would have had to share her Queen, been one of many. As it was, she was the first, her mistress’s right-hand woman, and for now…she had her all to herself.

She’d thought having power was a turn-on—it was nothing, compared to servitude. The knowledge that her life wasn’t her own any more, that this fantastic new pussy didn’t belong to her…Beatrice didn’t even understand why, but it set her on fire just thinking about it. Her entire being, everything she was, it all belonged to her Queen.

That was the other thing; the presence of her Queen was causing her whole body to buzz. Not her physical presence—the Queen was about half a mile west of where the new goblin was laying, playing with herself—but her mental presence. Beatrice wasn’t in control of her hand, wasn’t the one casually exploring her own body.

It was her Queen.

As the New Queen controlled Beatrice’s hand, shooting more and more pleasurable sensations to the goblin’s brain, she was also sifting through her memories, learning about her next conquests. Beatrice had full access to the files on all of her squad-mates, and that meant that the Queen did now. She was learning what aroused them, what appalled them, what she could use to make them hers…

By the time Beatrice lay panting on the floor, recovering from her first explosive orgasm, the New Queen had learned all that she needed to learn. She gave her first slave some simple instructions, and returned her consciousness to her own body. Over time, she knew that she would learn to split her awareness equally, but for now she was more comfortable slipping completely into the second goblin body she could call her own, wholly experiencing her slave’s first orgasm.

When the New Queen opened her own eyes again, she sensed tension, and sat back, ready for it to explode.

* * *

We’d been walking for at least an hour. Whip was leading the way; with Bea gone, we wanted to switch up our route, make sure that she couldn’t get ahead of us and ambush us, or alert the other goblins of where we were going.

We were travelling fast, avoiding combat. Whip stopped us a few times, her ears practically twitching; she hid us before the rest of us could even hear the goblins approaching. With one warrior down, and Vernita no longer trusting me alone with the New Queen, it was faster and easier to wait until they passed than try to take them out.

In an attempt to be as safe as possible, we were going to emerge from the sewers (at long last) past the chopper, and approach from the other side. I’d guess that we were almost directly underneath our landing spot when I stumbled, and Vernita snapped.

“Just give me the bitch,” she ordered, her hand outreached. I instinctively recoiled, and she rolled her eyes. “You obviously can’t keep up and carry her at the same time.”

“I’m fine.”

Cameron and Whip exchanged a nervous glance, but Vernita never took her eyes off me. I felt like a snake, paralysed by the fierce woman’s stare, but I held my ground.

“That’s an order, soldier.” Vernita wasn’t giving up. “You’re slowing us down, and we can’t afford to lose any more time.”

Her words hit me like a punch in the stomach, and it took a few seconds before I could respond.

“You can’t order that,” I replied, trying to stay calm, trying as hard as I could to avoid sounding like a petulant teen. “Before we left, I was told to protect my Queen at all costs.

“At all costs.”

There was a moment of silence, and Cameron spoke up.

“Do you want me to carry her, Drew?”

I just managed to stop myself from automatically yelling at Cameron, took a deep breath and simply nodded. I could trust Cameron; Vernita was the only one I saw as a danger to the New Queen. She hated her—I could see it in her eyes.

I just hoped everyone else could see it as well.


	Chapter 15

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

Cameron and Whip had been on more than two dozen missions together. They were an odd pair, the large, hulking woman and the tiny slip of a thing, but over the years, they had built up a strong friendship. Both of them were women of few words; in a glance, they were able to communicate more to each other than they could have shared with a stranger in an entire speech.

They’d both noticed Drew’s growing attachment to the New Queen. It made no sense; she was the one female in the world who was supposed to be immune to the goblin’s pheromones, but there it was. It was in the way she looked at her, the careful way she held her. Somehow, the scientist had let herself become attached, and it was starting to be a worry.

Cameron had no problem being merciless; the mission always came first, and if Drew’s goblin expertise wasn’t unmatched and potentially necessary to keep the New Queen alive, Cameron would have taken her out without blinking.

Unfortunately, they needed her.

Neither of them wanted to mention it to Vernita. Cameron had worked with many soldiers over many years, but she’d never seen anyone with such a hatred of goblins as Vernita. She wasn’t the communicative type, so Cameron had no idea what had caused such passion, such fury, but for the most part, it was exactly what was needed in a soldier. Her hate ensured that at the end of the day, the goblins were dead, and that was all that mattered.

Here and now, it was starting to get in the way. They needed the Queen alive, and Vernita’s hatred was, as a problem, starting to match Drew’s obvious affection for her. The whole party was turning into a powder-keg, ready to explode, and without Bea’s tact, Cameron was at a loss for what to do next.

So she’d taken the New Queen, and gestured for Whip to chat to Drew, see what she could find out. Cameron was going to see if she could get anything out of Vernita, but she didn’t hold out much hope. She’d never heard Vernita share anything personal to anyone, and while she was in a state like this, Cameron would be lucky if she got more than a few words out of the tense woman.

* * *

Beatrice watched her old comrades. She had finally caught up, and was trying to remain half a tunnel behind, to see if she could observe anything from the outside that would help her Queen.

She felt nothing but sympathy for her old troupe, sympathy that they didn’t know the pure ecstasy of servitude, the genuine bliss that came from worshipping a being of such majesty. She felt sympathy that it would be hours, maybe even days before her Queen deigned to turn them, and she especially felt sympathetic towards little Drew, not able to feel the utter perfection of a goblin’s musk.

Cameron was carrying her future ruler, her hefty frame easily able to carry the slight creature. Beatrice forgot her purpose for a few minutes as she simply stared, amazed that such a small creature could be so important, so vital to her existence. Such a small creature, her entire world.

By the time she was able to notice anything other than the small, beautiful creature perched upon the large woman’s back, Cameron had approached Vernita at the head of the party. Beatrice watched as Cameron leaned forward and said something to the large woman. Beatrice was too far away to hear Vernita’s response, but Cameron stood straight, obviously rebuffed, clearly a little bit hurt.

Looking at the rest of the party, Beatrice’s sympathy for Drew increased. Not only was she unable to smell the lustful scent of the goblin, it looked like she was now obviously walking separately from the group, ostracized, outcast.

If it weren’t for her mother’s meddling causing Drew’s abnormality, Beatrice would be able to use the girl’s obvious loneliness to turn her, her need to belong, even her sexual inexperience.

As she watched, Whip started to drift towards Drew, but before the two girls could start their conversation, Whip abruptly stopped, and stared straight at where Beatrice was hiding.

The goblin ducked, her heart racing. Even as a human, she’d never been able to understand how Whip knew the things she did. She was flexible, practically an acrobat, but more than that, she seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to goblins.

Before Whip could disappear from the group and somehow end up in front of Beatrice, she slipped away, making as little noise as possible. Whip wouldn’t risk straying too far from the party, and Beatrice knew that she’d be able to find them again, as long as they had her Queen. She was acutely aware of the whereabouts of her Queen, as if her location was coded into her DNA, written onto her very soul.

Bea waited half an hour, and caught up with the group again. She didn’t waste time looking at Drew this time, she simply focussed on her target. A partner of many years, many missions, Bea had slept with her so often that she could bring her off in her sleep. Yes, Bea’s first target would be no challenge at all—a worthy offering to her Queen, an opportunity to impress her.

Bea would bring her Queen an army to rule with. She deserved nothing less.


	Chapter 16

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

Cameron woke with a start. She’d been having the most pleasant dream she could remember having in a long time—she’d dreamt that she’d been chosen as a prime breeder, which for some dream-logic reason meant that she had to be taken again and again by big, strong, well-hung men.

The army and Cameron were an obvious fit; she’d been fascinated by weapons since she was a child, and channeled that fascination into an encyclopaedic knowledge of what did the most damage to goblins, and how.

But Cameron, despite the innumerable post-battle couplings she’d had with women, considered herself to be straight. She’d only twice been with a man, but it was something that she dreamt of frequently, and she was looking forward to retiring from the war effort, getting knocked up, and spending the rest of her life alternately fucking or pregnant.

After a sex-dream, Cameron would normally get herself off quickly, and immediately drift off to sleep again. Army life is unforgiving, doubly so if you’re sleep-deprived. But she could see something on the horizon…something that worried her.

She glanced over to make sure that the New Queen was securely trussed up, right next to her bed. Cameron had been carrying her for the better part of 14 hours when they’d reached the sewer’s exit. There was a brief discussion about whether it was better to sleep underground, and make the trip to the chopper in the morning, but everyone was keen to breath fresh air again, and so they’d emerged near a park, and set up underneath a thicket of trees.

They were a mile or two outside of Denver proper. The chopper was a few hundred yards closer to the city than they were, and the Queen’s reach only extended to a few hundred yards beyond that. They should have been completely safe from goblins in this area, but…

Vernita’s snore startled Cameron, and reminded her that she was surrounded by capable warriors. Whip was on guard duty—Cameron glanced over at her. She, too, was looking at the plume of smoke in the sky.

“I’ll check it out,” Cameron rumbled. “You watch…these three.”

Whip nodded.

“I’ll be back in fifteen. 

“If I’m not…come find me.”

* * *

The New Queen didn’t even think of herself as Uma any more. As a human, it had been her whole identity—as a goblin, it had been a memory, a tag, something useful for her Queen to differentiate herself from the rest of her slaves.

Now that she was Queen, she had no need for name. She had no need for identification. She was her slave’s world, and anyone else was either irrelevant…or would soon become her slave.

The plan was simple, elegant, perfect. Beatrice’s knowledge of her companions made executing it almost childishly simple. A hint of musk here, a well-placed goblin there, and suddenly the team of warriors were puppets, and the New Queen was holding all the strings.

She feigned sleep, as she watched Cameron leave the camp-site. As soon as the large woman was out of view, she transferred her consciousness to Beatrice, and the dance began.


	Chapter 17

Special thanks to [Vanderbilt](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Authors/Vanderbilt.html) for letting me use her [Goblins](https://mcstories.com/AndThenThereWereGoblins/../Goblins/index.html) universe.

Cameron gripped her shotgun with both hands. She was comforted by its weight, its sturdiness, the cold steel against her hands. She could also feel the pressure of her various hand-guns strapped to different parts of her body, the machine gun that was attached to her chest, and, of course, the constant presence of her rocket-launcher on her back.

She was prepared.

The march was cold and quiet. Her footsteps quickly became the loudest thing in the area; once or twice she thought she heard twigs snapping, but she couldn’t see anything, and the faster she finished her recon, the sooner she could be back with the trio of girls she left behind.

It was only when she was halfway there that Cameron realised what she was heading towards, and her jog broke into an all-out run.

Cameron didn’t consider herself an overly emotional person. Perhaps it was the years she’d spent as a soldier, perhaps it was the young age that she realised she was never going to be able to follow her dream, and settle down and marry like her mother had…whatever the reason, she had become extraordinarily practical, even hardened.

When Bea had been lost, she’d been sad, but pushed it back for the sake of the mission. If Whip were to be next to disappear, she would likely react in a similar way. At home, she had a dog, and that was as close to a soul-mate as she ever expected to get.

As Cameron looked at the smoke, rising from the remains of their helicopter, it was the realisation that she was never going to see her dog again that hurt the most.

For the first time in her life, Cameron was overcome with emotion. She fell to her knees, stared at the destruction in front of her—their only hope of getting home, up in flames -and Cameron wept.

And then the musk hit.

* * *

Beatrice grinned.

More accurately, the New Queen grinned through Beatrice. Beatrice herself was overcome with euphoria—her Queen was inside her, controlling her, using her worthless body to do her bidding. Beatrice was beyond grinning—she was serving her Queen well, and that was producing an emotion more powerful than she’d ever felt before.

But the New Queen was simply grinning. It was time.

Even hit with a full force of goblin musk, Cameron was able to instinctively draw her weapons and start firing. Even while her head swam with images of pussy, tits; even while her head filled with sex scenes, seductions, raw animal fucking, Cameron had been in this situation often enough to know that taking out the goblin wouldn’t mean the end of the feelings, but it would mean living to see another battle.

Unfortunately for Cameron, Beatrice knew what Cameron knew, and was hidden before the musk even reached her.

Cameron moaned; she had to act fast. She’d been in this situation before; alone, one-on-one with a goblin. She understood their behaviour; if there was a bunch and their Queen wasn’t present, they would simply charge, attack, try to seduce her. If there was just one with no Queen, she’d hide, wait until the musk took hold, and then step forward.

But Cameron had a strong suspicion that she was facing only one goblin, and that the New Queen was controlling her.

She lay prostate on the ground, trying to ignore the voices, the images, the sensations that the musk brought…it was a real effort to keep her hands where they were and stop them from wandering, caressing, maybe just playing with her pussy a tiny bit, just to keep the edge off, what’s the harm in that?

Clenching her teeth, she tried to remain as still as possible. Beatrice was smart—probably the smartest woman that Cameron had ever met, and working in tandem with the New Queen, there was no knowing what they were capable of.

God, she couldn’t help but think, what a sexy combination. She could imagine it now—the New Queen laying on her back, the goblin that had once been Bea between her legs, that long goblin tongue going to work…

Just a few feet away, concealed behind the burned remains of the helicopter, Beatrice watched. Soon, she knew that Cameron would join her, become one of her Queen’s servants. Soon.

* * *

Fifteen minutes passed; through Beatrice’s eyes, the New Queen watched as Cameron’s efforts to remain still weakened. If she wasn’t forewarned, she may even have fallen for the girl’s complete immobility—fortunately, Beatrice was well aware of Cameron’s techniques, and she didn’t fall for it.

She’d started out completely stationary, but it hadn’t taken long for the twitches to start. Almost as if she was fighting with her own hands, as if they wanted to drift to her pussy and play. That was followed by some involuntary thrusts—both Beatrice and the New Queen had felt the full effect of the musk before, and they knew exactly what it felt like to want to get some kind of stimulation, ANY kind of stimulation.

At the 10 minute mark, Cameron gave up on subtlety and dropped the gun from her left hand. To her audience’s surprise, her hand didn’t immediately lunge for her pussy (which was almost definitely soaking by now, and desperately crying out for attention) but reached up underneath her tank top, and started caressing one of her huge boobs.

This was the point where the New Queen would have normally stepped out, but Beatrice knew what was in Cameron’s other hand. “I’d rather be dead,” she had stated before numerous battles, and patted one of her pockets. Beatrice had asked about it once, and Cameron had revealed a grenade.

“I’ll take out the pin and wait,” the large woman had said with an uncharacteristic grin. “As soon as one of those fuckers gets near me…

“Boom.”

Exactly what her Queen was going to do with that information, Beatrice didn’t know, but she was happy to sit back and let the most perfect individual she’d ever encountered control her body, and see what happened.

The New Queen waited another ten minutes before she made her move. By ducking back to her own body sporadically, she could see if Whip was going to come looking for Cameron, or if the rest of the troupe was going to wake up and come join them.

By that time, Cameron’s hand had moved from her breast down to her pussy, and she had started regularly thrusting. Beatrice’s body moved at a slow crawl, silent, and (unless Cameron stared straight at her) unlikely to be noticed. She was approaching Cameron’s feet, but it didn’t really matter—Cameron’s eyes were tightly shut, and her head was rocking from side to side in ecstasy.

The plan was simple—approach from below, get to her left hand, and throw the grenade away before it could take them out. Beatrice knew that she had to have an extremely tight grip on the explosive, else it would have gone off already. It would be tricky, but in Cameron’s distracted state she should be able to grab it and throw it before she even realised what was happening.

Cameron was lost in her own world by the time the goblin reached her hand. She’d all but forgotten about her plan, imagining being roughly tongued by the New Queen, going down on her quivering slit, Beatrice suckling on her massive boobs—would their size transfer when she got turned? She hoped so.

It wasn’t until she felt the goblin’s hand on her own that she remembered. She’d known that Beatrice would know about the grenade, so in her hand was instead a small pistol. SHe’d hoped to use the few moments of confusion to take the goblin out, but now that the moment had come, all that she could think about was how perfect the goblin’s body was, how much she wanted to suck on those small, veiny tits…

The New Queen was briefly confused to find the pistol, but when Cameron’s eyes opened, completely clouded over with lust, she used Beatrice’s face to grin once more, before Cameron grabbed her goblin head and pushed it against her mouth.

As the two made out, the gun fell to the ground, forgotten. Just to be safe, Beatrice reached in and threw the grenade away as well—the pin still in.

It would have been an odd sight, the enormous woman making out with the tiny goblin, one of Cameron’s fingers as big as Beatrice’s whole hand. Cameron reached down and was pleased to discover that Beatrice’s goblin pussy was as wet as her own, and Beatrice’s head rolled back in pleasure as the soldier started fingering her.

Beatrice started to tear Cameron’s shirt off, to get to those mammoth tits, when Cameron stopped her.

“Please,” she said, panting and covered in sweat. “Please…turn me.”

Beatrice stared into Cameron’s eyes with her own milky-whites for a few seconds, before nodding, and leaning forward to administer the kiss.

And then there were three.


	Chapter 18

I drummed my fingers on my leg. Cameron had been gone for an hour, maybe more.

She wasn’t coming back.

I looked around the camp nervously. Vernita, as usual, was completely transparent—it was obvious from the way she was hunched over her weapons that she’d realized the implications of Cameron’s long absence.

Whip…well, Whip was harder to read.

She was halfway up a tree, motionlessly staring at the road which Cameron had left on. Her face was completely blank, and there wasn’t even the hint of movement. Honestly, if you’d told me that she’d been replaced by a dummy…I might have believed you.

Finally, Vernita broke the silence—she spat on the ground, and turned to face me. The exhaustion of waiting had clearly started to affect her, and the fury in her eyes was reduced. It wasn’t completely gone, but it was definitely down to a dull ember from the inferno of an hour ago.

“What can they do if they get Cameron?” she asked.

Whip didn’t turn around at the question, and I found myself alone, pulling the New Queen closer for comfort as I tried to assemble an answer.

“What do you mean?”

“Weapons,” Vernita snarled. “With Cameron’s knowledge, can they use them?”

I took a moment before replying, realizing as I thought that my fingers were slowly stroking the side of the New Queen’s face. Honestly, I was worried about her—her eyes were glossy, staring into space. I’d spent most of the past hour just staring into them, hoping she was okay.

Every now and again they’d focus, and I would smile as she looked at me, as she confirmed that she was alive and well. But then…well, just as quickly as she’d returned, she would disappear again.

Our mission was to get her home safely. We’d all risked our lives for it—it was no wonder I was worried.

“Maybe,” I finally offered, wincing slightly at Vernita’s huff.

It was obvious that the soldier didn’t like that response.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe,” I repeated. “They’ve used flashlights before, which suggests a level of dexterity which may be repeatable with weapons. Although, considering the thousands of soldiers they’ve taken in the past…”

“None of those were Cameron,” Whip replied softly, and I couldn’t help but jump. I felt slightly better when I noticed Vernita was startled as well—Whip had managed to climb down from the tree she was sitting in and join the conversation without making a sound.

“Yes, but…”

“Cameron can do things,” Whip said, and a look of sadness appeared in her eye. It seemed that we’d all accepted the large woman wasn’t coming back. “Things that no one else can do.”

“Right,” said Vernita, and I felt like the fire was back. “Cameron knew exactly where we were. Depending on how long she held out, she could be on her way back, or she could be lurking around already. Either way, we need to get on the road.”

I couldn’t help but notice her tongue flick out as she spoke, and her eyes darting down to the Queen I was still holding to my breast like a child.

Our mission was to bring the New Queen back. I’d risked my life—we’d _all_ risked our lives—for the mission. Vernita was not a subtle woman, and I decided to trust my instincts.

“You’re lying,” I said.

Whip tilted her head to the side, and joined me in staring at Vernita. With a heavy sigh, the black woman pulled a pistol from behind her back, and pointed it straight at my head.

“You’re right,” she said, and I could hear the soft click of the safety being disabled.

* * *

The goblin who had once been Cameron awoke. Her newly-white eyes took a moment to adjust, but when they did she was delighted to find another goblin above her, staring down at her.

Despite the radical changes that her colleague had been through, Cameron immediately recognized her. Her thin, purple lips broke into a smile as the other goblin leaned down and kissed her softly, passionately.

It was more pleasurable than the strongest orgasm Cameron had ever experienced as a human.

As their clawed fingers explored each other’s new forms, Cameron gasped—she could feel her.

She could feel Her.

The New Queen was entering her consciousness, exploring her mind, combing through her memories. Everything that Cameron knew about the troupe, about the war efforts—everything that the soldier knew about life, love, weapons, sex…it was now the property of her Queen, she knew that.

Even as the New Queen dove into Cameron’s memories, she experimented with possessing two of her subjects at once. She learned about automatic weapons, landmines, rocket launchers…while curling Bea’s new slender fingers deep inside Cameron’s dripping wetness.

She had two of the strongest human warriors who had ever existed. They both had a wealth of military experience, and Cameron knew more about weapons than anyone alive.

Once she could control both of them at once, she’d be unstoppable.

Cameron cried out in orgasm, the mere echo of her Queen’s ambition enough to fill her with joy. Her body belonged to the New Queen, as did her mind, her very life. She would do anything to serve her, which in itself brought her more pleasure than anything in her human life.

As she came down from her orgasm, she stared deep into the milky-white eyes of her comrade. Their pointed teeth simultaneously came into view as they shared in the pure bliss of slavery, in the knowledge that they were being useful to their Queen.

In the knowledge that they had use.

They couldn’t wait to bring their sisters-in-arms into the fold.


	Chapter 19

“Vernita…” I said, trying to sound calm, “…put the gun down.”

The waver in my voice was obvious to me, but I had plenty of experience speaking to people in situations of crisis, and so I hoped that it came across as ‘soothing’ instead of ‘terrified for my life’.

“I’m sorry, Drew,” she said. Her voice had an equal mix of calm and terror—for some reason, this made me feel better.

“Put it down,” Whip echoed—I turned to face the small Asian woman, expecting to see her holding a gun on Vernita, but to my surprise she was just standing there, calmly facing her commanding officer.

“I wish I could,” she said with a sigh. “But surely you can see that this is what has to happen.”

My mouth opened to ask a question, but no question sprang to mind. It remained open as I tried to think, but the same thoughts just kept running through my brain over and over again:

I’m going to die.

I’m going to die.

I’m going to die.

I’m going to die, and the New Queen will die too.

Before I could process these thoughts and come up with a question, Whip spoke.

“We have to try, V.”

“We have tried,” Vernita said softly. She continued to stare straight at me, even as she answered Whip. “We’ve tried, and we’ve failed. Now…she’s got two of the finest soldiers I ever knew. If we let her take us as well, do you know what we’re doing?”

“What?”

“We’re attacking ourselves. We’re providing the enemy with troops—damn fine troops.

“This is what we’ve got to do.”

As Vernita steeled herself to do what she had to do, I realized what the soldiers were talking about.

“Wait!” I yelped.

Vernita’s face did nothing to hide her sadness.

“What is it, kid?”

“I know you’re worried about goblins with guns, or goblins with my knowledge, or goblins with…everything Whip can do. But…—“

“But what?” Vernita interrupted. “You think we can continue on a hope and a prayer?”

“We have more than that,” I said, taking a step forward. “I’m immune.”

Vernita’s eyes narrowed.

“What?”

“It’s not just the musk. My…my mother’s experiments left me completely immune. I can’t be turned. I couldn’t be turned, even if I wanted to.

“We’ve lost Beatrice, and we’ve probably lost Cameron as well. But if the three of us stick together, we might be able to find a vehicle—a bus, or a motorbike. We might be able to get home, and this…her…”

I gestured at the swaddled goblin Queen in my arms.

“This is the most incredible thing we’ve ever found. This could be the trick to winning the war.”

I saw the black woman hesitate. And then, to my great relief, she began to lower her gun.

“Okay,” she said simply. “You’re safe. But you need protection.”

“As long as I have you, and…”

I looked around. At some point during my speech, Whip had disappeared.

The two of us looked around in silence.

“Just me,” Vernita said shortly.

She glanced down at the New Queen. I could see the hatred in her eyes. I could tell what she was imagining—strangling her, shooting her, cutting her up. But I could also tell that she wouldn’t.

At least, not for now.

I held onto the tightly-bound New Queen with one hand, and slipped the other into my pocket. The pistol that Beatrice had given me was still there, cool and comforting in my hand.

* * *

Whip had spent her childhood running. Running and hiding.

Her mother had only been in the USA for two years when the Goblins took over. She didn’t believe the reports, she didn’t trust the orders bellowed at her by the police forces…and then later, the soldiers. It hadn’t helped that she barely spoke English, and it certainly hadn’t helped that shortly after the city’s demands that they leave, her husband and two sons had succumbed to a mysterious illness.

And so Whip had spent much of her early childhood in a midwest ghost town—without a huge population of humans to overtake, no goblin Queen had ever tried to infect it, and so the city’s only inhabitants were stubborn foreigners like her mother, three or four small gangs…

…and uncontrolled goblins. Goblins which had escaped their Queen’s range, or goblins whose Queen had been killed. Unlike most hive creatures, the goblins didn’t have backup Queens and they didn’t slowly die out—instead, they would roam the city until they were gunned down by a gang or picked up by a Queen on her way to another city.

They still reproduced—they couldn’t help it. They would emit their musk, attract their victims, and turn them. Whip had quickly learned that she couldn’t rely on anyone or anything but herself. Her mother had died less than a year after the city was abandoned, and so Whip had grown accustomed to being alone.

She survived by learning how to hide, and so when the army had returned to search for male survivors, she had been surprised by how quickly they’d found her.

Despite not being male, they’d taken pity on her—a ten-year old girl, fending for herself in a gang-ridden city—and brought her to an army base on the West Coast.

Since then, she’d trained, eaten, and slept with soldiers. She’d slowly learned to trust others, the advantage of working on a team…and methods of stealth which she could never have dreamed up on her own.

She’d even managed to make a few friends, people she would die for.

Cameron had been one of those friends. Vernita was not. But Drew…

Whip couldn’t help but see something of herself in Drew. She so clearly wanted to be one of the team. Where Whip had managed to hide her loneliness, Drew wore hers on her sleeve.

She felt for her. But more importantly, she knew what a vulnerability it was.

The New Queen’s goblins knew everything that she knew. They knew where she was, they knew who was with her.

But Whip knew that if she could stay in the shadows, hide herself even from her allies…she might be able to remain one step ahead.


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