Goblin Snacks

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Please be advised the story contains the following: female and futa goblin preds, unwilling male and female human preys, shrinking (turning same size preys into micros), anal vore, unbirth, bladder vore, nose vore, non-fatal, dirty anal sex, stomping, pred sitting and shitting on the prey, graphically described body hair, sweat, snot, urine and other body fluids, scat, gas and filth play (prey gets fucked into scat-filled colon and then shat back out, extremely gross and nasty, don’t complain I didn’t warn you). Reader discretion is advised – enjoy!

All characters featured within this story are fictional and above the legal age of consent.

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A group of six adventures entered the inn, rattling with brand new weapon and armor. They obviously came in this business not for money, but for glory, and their rich parents were glad to get rid of those spoiled brats which terrorized their lives, at least until they get bored and return back home. None of them took this business serious and realized how dangerous it could be, and all of them would regret about that pretty damn soon… Hank, a tall warrior with a giant two-handed axe, plopped on the bench and shouted for the inn keeper “Give some beer to the true heroes of these lands, peasant scum!”. Mary, a cleric in brown robe, sighed and rolled her eyes – not like they were a polite party on their own, but Hank was the worst of them all, making all people they met hate them in just a few minutes. “Watch your mouth, Hank! You don’t want us to be left without job, do you?” Jasper, a scout in green cloak with a bow on his shoulder asked rhetorically, making Hank snort. “No one will give a job to ragamuffins like you, better leave talking to someone who is good at this…” Charles, a blond-haired knight in shining armor said, making the rest of their party frown at him. “You, men, are always so self-obsessed…” Carol, a slender rogue girl, chuckled at him. “Yeah, better let the charming girls do what they do best of all…” Her twin Charlotte said, approaching the inn keeper, who was sick and tired of their chattering already.

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