Husband of the Goblin Tribe

I really screwed the pooch.

No, not literally, the closest thing to a pooch around here is one of Orga Lush’s domesticated Black-claws, and I have no intention of seeing if dog-goblins are a thing three months from now. That being said, what I meant was that… guiding Ruby both into goblin adulthood and through her first Blood Fury has caused some friction with Jewel.

Not that I laid my hands on our daughter, no. Ask any goblin in this place and they’ll say that it was a perfectly reasonable Bloodmaw thing to do. No, the issue was that when Ruby reached the end stage of her Blood Fury, Jewel practically pushed Jade onto my dick and insisted I do the same for our other daughter. The problem was that Jade wasn’t… ready.

I don’t mean she wasn’t ready for the act. There is no question she was READY. However, Glace had made it a point of saying that Jade’s Vessel wasn’t at the point where she would get the most benefit out of it as her sister, Ruby, had. What was already a difficult decision for me was now compounded with the concern of… if I must do this, shouldn’t the end result be the best possible benefit I can give?

There was also some collateral damage in the form of Glace.

Shaman knows how full your Vessel is.

Glace had fully intended to keep it a secret, and I know for certain that though we shared what we did to Diana, and that for sure Diana has said nothing to anyone else, there is simply no way to keep a secret for long within Goblinhome. Being constantly pestered by not only her sisters, but also some of the original adult goblins, Glace came to me looking for a bit of sanctuary.

As much wrong as I’ve felt that she’s done to me, she is still one of my precious daughters. How can I not help her in this obviously troubling situation of her own creation?

I’m such a hypocrite, I’m well aware…

There is now a third floor within Goblinhome. A secret entrance in my bedroom within the breeding room goes up to the second floor and then a second hidden entrance in an unoccupied room goes up to what is essentially a loft. All I did was handle the build. Glace was the one that handled the interior decoration and her own personal amenities.

I didn’t imagine for a second that Glace would abandon Button, and… she hasn’t… exactly. But, when she chooses to hide away, she does so even from Button… who was a guilty party when it came to asking about how full her own Vessel was.

Except, Button’s reason for doing so was about as innocent as it could be.

Yeah, it’s simply because she thinks obtaining her first Blood Fury will somehow expand her understanding of the Swirly-whirly. Really, that’s it. It’s not like Button and I don’t already have… sex. We do… rather frequently… it’s just that it’s… safe-ish… sex. The kind where my seed won’t be fertilizing anything. Button’s perfectly fine with it as she herself has said that she wants to be stronger when it’s time to make strong-ones with me.

Actually, I feel the least guilty drilling Button out of all of my girls, exactly for that reason!

But, as it should, time moves inexorably forward.

While I helped train Ruby on how to control her Mana more efficiently, yes, sometimes using the Mana circulation skills I developed for Vera and even Prima, a new… crisis was about to hit Goblinhome like a megaton bomb.

It was time for a new batch of daughters to arrive.

Not only Melon, but Vera, Ivory, Rushk, Grotte, and Krushka have all patiently been waiting for the time when they would welcome their newest strong-ones into the world. The first to the finish line was none other than Melon. It was a full three months since that day I turned into the Monster and did what I thought was truly unthinkable…

Melon is an extremely sociable goblin, especially among her immediate group of equally gossipy sisters. Orchid, Lilac, Game, Fun, and especially Figurine. All five were present when it came time. Glace, too, came out of her hidey-hole to do her job as Shaman, even though Old One had also arrived, since she didn’t really have anything better to do and knew I had done what I did while I was the Monster. Curiosity has killed no fewer cats than goblins, as far as I am concerned.

Berry was also on hand, being something of a midwife or nurse these days, as well as Pear and Kiwi for family reasons, of course. Not that it’s a thing, but up until now, with the arrival of Gremory, Stella was the only actual goblin grandmother within the tribe to date. Now, Pear would also be gaining that non-existent title.

I would say it all went about as expected, and that would be true… up until our strong-one clawed its way out of her hooch and hit the ground head-first with plop and self-righting bounce.

Which now begged the question… are goblins supposed to have three legs?

One extra push from Melon just a moment later, and with the assistance of gravity, the goblin placenta within her dropped directly onto his head.

No, it wasn’t the fall out of his mother and onto the ground that did it, but the umbilically attached and deflated meat pancake drizzling blood all around and down his head that caused my son… our son… to begin softly wailing.

Old One stooped down and immediately began her finger test. She grumbled a bit before issuing her usual proclamation.

“Weak-one.”

Words no goblin Maker wanted to hear came directly from the lips of Old One, however, there was one voice that began issuing a rebuttal.

“Gwah! Gwah-ah! Gwah gwoh gwaaaaah!”

Button pointed at my son and was frantically pointing and yelling. She the pointed at me, pointed at her eyes, and pointed at both my mouth, her mouth, and then at him.

Was… she asking me to give him a name, or did she want to?

“You have a name in mind?” I asked Glace, who immediately shook her head, pointing repeatedly at me and then at him.

“Okay… Umm…”

I thought about it for a minute, then almost defiantly agreeing with Glace, if for no other reason than to spite old one for calling my son a weak-one, I gave him what I thought was a properly strong and thematically appropriate name.

“Beet. His name is Beet.”

“Gu…eee. Gueee…go. Bguu…eeeooo. Bwuu…eeeg GWAH! Bweegh!”

Goddamn she tried.

She really fucking tried to say his name.

But that wasn’t even the kicker. Before my son could even figure out to reach up and grab the placenta to start eating, Glace had walked over to him, stepped behind him, leaned down just a little, and chomped his ear!

Yeah. Right in front of everybody, she pretty much stole Beet from Melon by making him her Clan!

I looked towards Melon, almost in horror. I couldn’t imagine Melon being okay with this, but I was dead wrong. Melon, as weary as she was from giving birth, had a big grin on her face.

Obviously, Beet was going to cry from that painful bite, but Glace was not merciless. She reached for the Placenta, stuck it in front of Beet’s mouth, and demonstrated for him what to do.

Glace.

Glace who never once ate raw meat. Who didn’t touch her own Placenta and instead made her own mother Vera eat it instead! Glace… showed him how to eat it, and that was exactly what Beet did. He chomped and chewed and as he did, Glace patted his head like he was a pet dog being fed a treat.

“Bweed!” she said, pointing at him and then to herself, but not saying Glace in any capacity, simply… “Gwah!”

Beet, strangely enough, nodded as if he understood.

When Beet was done eating, Glace steered Beet towards Melon, even helping push him by his fat goblin ass up onto her body so he could drink from her breasts. And, to his credit, he did that with much more instinctual direction than he had going for the Placenta. Glace remained next to Melon and kept a close watch on Beet. I remained on the other side of Melon, gently stroking her hair and telling her that she did a great job.

I… just didn’t know what else to say.

The situation was just so unreal, it felt pointless to say or do anything to try and make sense of what just happened. This was simply a Bloodmaw moment, and trying to contextualize it in my human brain just wasn’t happening. Plus, I was also still reeling from the fact that I now have a son. A rotund, kind of ugly son, but a son nonetheless!

Of all the people in the room I could have locked eyes with, I wound up doing so with Old One, who had a wicked half-smirk on her cougarly goblin face.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I can no longer doubt the truth of you, Ark. You may choose to appear human, act as humans do, and believe you are still a human… but that—” she pointed directly at Beet “is only possible if you are a goblin who has the Origin Blood.”

I wasn’t sure if what she said was meant to curse me or not, but I didn’t really feel the malice from her this time. What I felt was… akin to schadenfreude. As if she had just derived some kind of sadistic pleasure in letting me know that for all my self-righteous tirades and efforts to bring a bit of civilized humanity to these goblins, it was all a joke, since by possessing the Origin Blood of the goblin Creator, I was no less a Bloodmaw Goblin than anyone else here.

Did that bother me?

Unfortunately, it did.

To me… that meant the Monster inside of me was still very much real.

I was also aware that… when push came to shove, if it was for the sake of my goblin family, the Bloodmaw Tribe, I would become the Monster again any number of times needed, to ensure that no harm would befall them. No… dark future that Mint talked about… would ever come to pass to my wives… my daughters… my son…

Having shifted into my goblin form many times over the last few days due to necessity as I couldn’t be close to Ruby in my human form, I reflexively let myself change into my goblin form, surprising all of my daughters except for Glace.

Resting next to Melon, I extended my hands and just stared at them. Understanding that what Old One said wasn’t entirely wrong. I… should have felt a little bit of despair. I know as a human being I should feel this. Just as Stella had when I… changed her.

A hand reached out to me. Taking hold of one of my hands and pulling it towards her. My head turned and I met the sweet gaze of my Melon, who brought my hand to her free breast on my side of her body.

It was an invitation from her.

I may be a Monster, I may be a Bloodmaw now, but… I am also still human. I have to believe that. But as a human, I am definitely a weak man, regardless of my ability to use magic.

I pulled my hand away and twisted my body, moving my mouth to her free breast and helped myself. Beet was already asleep. Melon perhaps understood something about me that I didn’t, I don’t know what I don’t know…

I… calmed down after that, reverting again to my human form.

After that, well, there is this thing that goblins do.

Melon, being a newly minted Maker, wasn’t exactly in the best condition to take care of my needs, not that I was ever so sexually unreasonable that I would attack any of my wives immediately after giving birth. But, this is the way things have become, and so, with Figurine calling the first dibs… I had to do my part and make sure that my needs were taken care of.

Laying waste to all of my gathered daughters save for Glace and Kiwi, and not sparing Berry or Pear at all, I violated and asserted my right as Husband of this tribe, filling each and every belly with so much seed that when I finally ran out of free space in all the goblin holes around me to put more in… I passed out.

~~** Interlude | Beet **~~

“Beet, time eat food!”

My name is Beet. My maker is Melon and I am a part of the Gwah Clan. At least, I think it’s the Gwah Clan?

I have many big sister goblins who look out for me, but none as important as Grace. She has trouble talking to other goblins, but for me, I can understand her perfectly fine, just like Button can.

Though I am part of the Gwah Clan, I live in the same cave-hole as my maker Melon and her maker Pear. There is also a strange goblin that sometimes looks like a goblin and sometimes doesn’t. He says it is fine to call him Ark, or Dad, or anything I want to as long as it’s not Husband.

I’m pretty sure I’ve got it good, since my Maker is in charge of making food for the entire tribe. I’m not a picky eater, either. I like everything, whether it’s bloody meat, fire-meat, fruits, or even vegetables.

One of my favorite things to do is to visit other maker goblins and see if they will let me drink milkies. Ark-dad says that it’s important to drink lots of milkies and grow up strong. He’s also very smart and knows which goblins have the tastiest milkies. It’s Berry, without a doubt at the top of the list, followed by Pear, and then Melon. The one thing we can’t agree upon is Diana Artemis. Ark-dad says it tastes a bit meaty and doesn’t prefer it all that much. Isn’t meat tasty, though? I like it, even if Diana doesn’t let me drink her milkies all that often.

I tried drinking milkies from Grace, but she got mad at me when I bit down a little while trying to squeeze anything out that might be inside but still got nothing. Even if she doesn’t have milkies for me to drink, she’s still good to me. She takes me to lots of places around Goblinhome and has me learn lots of things from all of my other big sister goblins.

Ark-dad and Vera in the big cave-hole with the bath and lots of fun games and the trophy room teach me magic letters called Runes and other letters called Gob. Dara, who is a not-goblin called a Dwarf, lets me swing a hammer sometimes. Grotte and big sister Lilac also swing their own hammers, and they even made me one for practicing with, out of tree-wood that big sister Figurine and Doll cut down.

Big sister Nova teaches me how to fight with swords, while Prima and Rushk teach me how to use spears. If I do good, Prima let’s me drink from her milkies, but Nova actually hit me hard on top of my head when I tried to drink from hers! Is she afraid I’ll say her milkies aren’t tasty? I think everything’s tasty, though!

Except shit.

I won’t make that mistake a third time.

Old One teaches me things about the Bloodmaw right after I eat when the sun’s high in the sky. Big sister Kiwi teaches me all about the things that goblins want to buy, and tells me constantly if I have any questions that I don’t know the answer to, that asking her is the best way, since she’s just about asked every question already and that it will save me lots of time finding the right goblin to ask.

When it comes to being lazy, the best goblin to be lazy with is Chanty! She also always has tasty mushrooms that she’s willing to share with me! Kino is neat. One time Chanty dared me to punch Kino. It wobbled back and then wobbled forward and knocked me over. That was so much fun!

I even got to hunt with big sister Ebony! Bitey rode on her head while Beastie let me ride on her shoulders. Even though Beastie is a bone-goblin now and doesn’t have milkies, she’s really nice! She will push me on the swings sometimes and lets me pet the little Black-claws that Orga Lush takes care of. But not the big ones… not yet.

I do have one troublesome big sister, though.

Gremory.

She chases me around all the time and tries to bite me.

That’s one thing I like about Ark-dad. If he’s around, she will forget about me and climb all over him and bite him and hang upside-down with her feet around his neck and poke him constantly with her tail and he doesn’t seem to mind at all!

There is one thing, though, that Ark-dad does which is kind of annoying.

He’s constantly telling me that the most important thing I need to learn is how to protect myself and all of my big sisters and my future little sisters that haven’t come into the world yet. When I asked him why, all he said was that’s because right now I’m everyone’s little brother, but one day I might become a Husband like he is to a bunch of my little sister goblins, and that means one day I will be responsible for helping the Bloodmaw Goblin Tribe grow bigger, like what he does. Googlᴇ search n0velfire.net

I don’t quite get it, but I also kind of do.

Ark-dad spends lots of time with my big sister goblins and the other adult goblins, and they like spending time with him, too. Melon also likes spending time with me, but the one who makes me feel the most special is still Grace. Even if she has no milkies to drink.

Grace says when I grow up, I’m going to be her Husband. But, for now, I need to learn how to do lots of things, because she doesn’t like dumb goblins. I don’t think I’m dumb, but I also know that I don’t know everything like big sister Kiwi does, since she knows everything.

She even said she knew shit was going to taste bad before even eating it!

It took me two tries to learn that!

Ebony says it’s okay if I don’t know everything. I just need to know enough to teach my little sister goblins how to be goblins, because that’s going to be one of my jobs soon. I already know what to teach them. Who has the best milkies to drink, and not to eat shit!

“Beet, eat food Melon make!”

I looked up from the table and saw Melon sitting on Ark-dad’s lap.

“Hubby, want make more strong-one with Melon?”

“Can do… after Beet eat and go play.”

“Okay. Want more hamburger while wait?”

“Melon more tasty.”

Melon and Ark-dad act weird sometimes, but that’s okay. When Ark-dad visits and they act like this, that just means Melon won’t make me do things later like helping to clean the kitchen after she cooks.

Ark-dad makes me takes baths every day, but sometimes I don’t have to if I go to the Stream with Pepper and help her catch fish. Big sister Ruby came with us one time and taught me a cool magic spell I can use to catch a lot of fish all at once. It’s called EKSUPLOJIN!

The only problem with that magic spell is that I can only use it once. Then I feel lazy and take a nap right after. It’s not all bad, though. Usually, when I wake up afterwards, Grace is laying down next to me, and she rubs my back and tells me that I did a good job and to keep doing my best, because I’m going to need to be able to EKSUPLODE lots of times in a row like Ark-dad if I’m going to make her and my future little sister goblins happy.

I can understand making Grace happy since she likes magic more than anyone, but what does that have to do with my future little sisters?

I should probably ask Kiwi later. For now, I’m just going to eat my food and go play before I get dragged into doing something I don’t want to do or get chased around by Gremory again.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and find Chanty. Then we can just be lazy and take a long nap together under Kino's wide cap until it’s time to eat again!