The Price of a Gamble.

[ShadowKnux372]

Lance savored the crisp sound of the apple crunching as his teeth sank into it, piercing through the red skin to the juicy depths of the fruit beneath. Humming slightly to himself as he chewed, he shifted himself, the gargantuan pack on his back rattling with the goods within and attached as he continued to trudge along this beaten path he had chosen. Lugging around this heavy pack wasn't an easy task by any means, especially with his two legs being his only real mode of transportation, but such was the life of a merchant, and what better way to make it more difficult to be pickpocketed than to attach your load directly to you, make sure it's noisy enough when moving to alert you if someone's messing with it, and taking these out-of-the-way country roads everywhere? At least, that was how Lance saw it, and he certainly couldn't afford to lose much of his stock, given where he was heading.

Even while occupied with chowing down on the freshly plucked produce he had snatched from a tree, Lance smiled in memory of the last time he had been out this way. A year ago, he'd traveled up to the southernmost town on the continent. The yearly event, a grand bazaar, was definitely the most anticipated event for a person of his occupation. The only problem was finding a good spot to set up your shop so that the greatest number of customers passed by and spotted your wares. Luckily, this time he was heading out earlier in the year, and loaded down with prime supplies and trinkets to sell! Golden lockets that (almost) never dulled, amulets that (mostly) guaranteed a safe journey wherever one went, (somewhat) effective charms against the beasts that roamed the land....Lance was all but giggling with suppressed giddiness at the thought of all the coin he was going to earn once the buying and bartering began.

First things, first, though, he had to get there. Taking one last bite of the apple before it was nothing more than a core to be discarded, he did so with all the dignity such a delectable snack deserved, tossing it over his shoulder and into the bushes behind without a second glance behind him. With a deep, confident inhale, the earthy scent of these sort of backwoods areas filling his nostrils, he readjusted his grip on the straps at his shoulders keeping the pack attached, and doubled his walking speed, anxious to get to the next town even sooner, if at all possible.

...Though it seemed a quicker pace and an earlier arrival wasn't quite in the cards just yet, as Lance suddenly found his movement halted, the immediate loss of momentum causing his feet to leave the ground without heading forward, the merchant plopping to the ground with a grunt. Odd, this sudden stop...he must have caught onto a low tree branch with one of the notches used for attaching outside merchandise, such as festival masks. Annoying to have it stop the nice pace he had set for himself, but no big deal for him. Struggling to turn his torso to view the issue, he ended up grunting in discomfort again as he felt something thick bump his side opposite from his movement. Reacting, he switched directions, and found himself staring at someone else venturing the path...or at least, in his current position, their chest.

Looking upward, he saw the form attached to the flat, cloth-covered chest he was forced to stare at. The thick club that had previously been jabbed into his side was first to come to his attention, held like it was near-weightless by the small hands wrapped around the handle. Dainty little digits, cream-colored skin, leading to the child-like form of a red-headed creature. Creature meaning monster, of course; Lance had traveled enough to know the signs of one of the "demonkind" when he saw it. Her pointed ears, jutting out from behind the head of crimson locks, was enough evidence towards that. A pair of bronze-colored horns, symmetrical and curving inward, sat atop her head, and unless the angle was playing tricks on him, the little fang of a tooth that poked out of her smiling mouth had a similar curve to it, just barely. Her green pants were baggy and sagging just slightly; Lance could see orange beneath, a unique color for undergarments, to be sure. Most of her torso was in plain sight, the tan-colored cloth covering the modesty of her chest and nothing else, two bumps smaller than his hands passing for a meager sized bust.

His curious and slightly confused ogling distracted him enough that he didn't realize the Goblin in front of him was giggling, mischief clear in each second of her laughter. "Hee hee, you really should pay more attention! It was easy as pie to have my big sis stop you right in your tracks, and make ya fall on your butt!" she said, her childish, high-pitched voice full of mirth and energy.

"Big sis?" Lance repeated, latching onto that one part of the kid monster's spiel. As if in reaction to his confusion, Lance felt his pack shift, and as he turned, from behind the monstrous sack of goods, another monster poked her head out, with a smile. Compared to the one standing like the leader in front of him, the girl at the back was slightly pinker in complexion, with a brighter, more vibrant shade of red on her hair, falling to her shoulders on either side of her head. Though in contrast to the brighter hair color, the spark in her eyes was remarkably...dull. Her eyes, a matching red to her "little sister," seemed almost distant, as if she wasn't even focusing on Lance even though she was looking right at him. One horn atop her head looked just like her companion's, but the other, rather than curling towards the opposing horn, fell forward and downward, giving her a lopsided appearance. Though, despite the subtle similarities, Lance's gaze was locked on the biggest, bounciest difference between the two beasts accosting him; the one behind him was possessing of a bust that would make any of the human women Lance had met red with jealousy. Even worse for a man not wanting to succumb to hormones, she wasn't wearing anything different from her cohort, and thus the cloth wrapping around her upper torso just barely contained her chest and kept it from springing out.

The dim-eyed Goblin derivative behind him gave him a playful wave, and Lance saw that she had a one-handed grip on his pack. With one hand, she completely stopped him, a full-grown male in prime condition...well, for a merchant, anyway....in his tracks. He wasn't sure whether to be impressed or humiliated, and settled for an uncomfortable wave back. "Hi~" she replied, her voice airy and full of joy.

The one in front of him tapped his side again with her gargantuan club, pulling his attention back to her, with that same grin plastered on her face. It was pretty clear the situation Lance was currently in, and in his position, there wasn't exactly a lot he could do. He wasn't the kind of man fond of getting a club to the head for undue resistance. The Goblin must have noticed this as well, given the way she leaned in, grinning and probably attempting to give Lance a shot of cleavage; a worthwhile endeavor, if she had any decent cleavage to show off. "Hee hee, I bet you've figured out exactly why we've stopped you, haven't you?" she said with a knowing look in her eyes.

Before Lance could respond, the Hobgoblin in the back piped up. "We stopped you to give you this~" she said, and Lance, from the corner of his eye, so the discarded apple core roll into view. "It's not nice to litter, you know~ Naughty mister~"

After that little interjection, the Goblin's moment of confidence and dominance was a little ruined, and her hand rose to her face with an exasperated sigh. "No, big sis, that's not it at all!" she cried back in irritation. "We stopped him because of this!" she said, fishing into her pants with a free hand, and from a side pocket, pulling out a small vial of pink, bubbling liquid, streaked with touches of gray. Lance, appropriately, raised an eyebrow at that.

"And that little drink would be...?"

The Goblin gave a nonchalant shrug. "I dunno. We swiped it from a Danuki earlier, 'cause we heard her trying to sell it to a Harpy earlier. She said it was supposed to make things really fun with a man!" she explained, her grin returning after that last part, and Lance was yet again quick to pick up on the uptake.

"So....you're wanting me to be a guinea pig in figuring out what that does?"

"Blinko~!" came a voice from behind.

"It's 'Bingo,' Sis!" the Goblin shot back, almost sounding embarrassed for her airhead Hobgoblin of a companion and her constant ruining of any gravitas she could muster in this situation. If he weren't suspicious it would get him a club to the gut, Lance would probably be smiling and laughing at this point. For the moment, though, he'd have to play along with this.

"And if I said no to being a test subject?"

It was a redundant question, and Lance once again got to know that the club was an ever-present part of the equation, as the thick, blunt end of the wooden implement was put under his chin, lifting his head up to stare at the Goblin's childish red eyes. "Hey, it's not a bad deal, is it? All we want is for you to help us test out the potion and give us a little of that 'fun' that girl was talking about. Easy for you, huh?" she explained, raising and lowering the club to force Lance to nod in response. "After that, we'll let you go. It's either that, or I could just knock you out, take what we want, and leave you here. Hee hee!" There probably wasn't a giggle in existence that dripped with more false innocence and sweetness.

It was a bit of an impasse for Lance. He wasn't exactly jumping at the opportunity to chug down a liquid he'd never seen at the whims of two monsters looking like pre-teens, but to a merchant, his stock was his livelihood, and if he ended up having his best items taken from him, and didn't make any decent coin at the bazaar....well, he didn't particularly want to think of the difficulties he'd have getting back on his feet. It was frustrating, but at the worst, he figured this would be an annoying distraction for him. Best just to get it over with. Looking back up at the Goblin, he gave her a nod. "Just let me slip out of my pack here." he said, sliding his arms out from the straps at the Goblin's assent. The Hobgoblin holding onto it picked it up easily, and set it aside, leaning it against a nearby tree. Lance righted himself back to his feet, now standing a head or so taller than his current captors, the flatter one handing him the potion while the bustier cohort crowded next to her, anxiously. The Hobgoblin was slightly taller, too, Lance was able to note now. Taking another glance at the potion itself, he rotated it slightly, watching the liquid bubble and churn. 'Best just get it over with, the anticipation isn't going to do me any favors.' he thought, removing the small cork holding the liquid in place. With a final, short breath, he threw his head back as the glass met his lips, downing the liquid.

It was sweet to the taste with a slight tang afterward; probably could be marketable for Lance if he could make a drink of it without whatever side effects are bound to happen. Smacking his lips slightly, he disposed of the empty vial the same way he did the apple core earlier (which he had also kicked out of the way after standing up earlier). The two members of the Goblin race watched intently and curiously for a reaction, while Lance crossed his arms, already mildly bored with the lack of an immediate effect. Just as the trio seemed to be all experiencing disappointment at no effect other than a tasty treat, Lance began to feel...hot.

Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead in record time, yet at the same time, a chill traveled up from his arms towards his spine and down his back, marking goosebumps all across the flesh they arched. He began to find it hard to breath, fire passing through his lungs with each inhale. What was even more strange was what he noticed as he hunched over, struggling to find a comfortable way to intake air. Every time he breathed out, a thick, pink mist came from his mouth, and as he looked at his hands, numbness beginning to spread through them, and with fingers twitching involuntarily, he saw that the pink mist emanated from them as well. His whole body, as if letting off steam from this insane, incredible heat he suddenly developed, was emitting the pink mist, and rather than evaporate into the air, the oddly-colored particles were floating beside him, and....forming a vague shape. Eyes unable to shut from the constant burning sensation leaving him in a confused haze, Lance watched in utter mystification as the mist coalesced, solidified...and dispersed, leaving Lance staring at himself.

Literally, the mist had formed into a carbon copy of himself. From his unkempt brown hair, to the wiry frame, to his drab-green eyes, to the same dull-gray clothing he was wearing, it was an exact replica of himself. The "replica" seemed as confused as he was, but only a few seconds after it came to exist, it was hunched over in the same discomfort, and both Lance's viewed each other, watching as the other still emitted that odd pink mist, which repeated the process. Several arduous minutes passed of internal blazing, the burning sensations passing through several of these new Lances and the original, until finally, the feelings began to dull and fade, the burning soothing away. By the time it was over, and Lance was somehow shakily standing on his feet still, there were six of him, counting the original. Although Lance was understandably occupied with the new multitude of himself in existence, the two monsters who had given him the potion were now squealing with wonder...and delight at the sight of so many of him.

Lance, however, was now feeling even more strange and confused. He glanced at his hands, and flexed some fingers. At the same time, each of the other hims flexed the finger, and a tingling sensation passed through the muscles that nearly made him twitch by reflex. He felt each of the flexes, all at once! There was...no way to properly describe it. Every synapse of his felt magnified, six times the sensitivity. He could see the two monsters that gave him that liquid, but at the same time he could see the trees to the side, and his own back as he stared at the two of them....he could hear his own laborious breathing, but it wasn't just coming from him, it was coming from beside him, and behind him....his mind was in a haze, trying to process this new set of sensations, and now....now warmth was starting to grow in him, but it wasn't the same as the last warmth. And he could feel that warmth in all six of his bodies. He was here, he was there....he was one of them and all of them, he was everywhere....if he tried to think and comprehend this, he was met only with a throbbing pain that passed through all of him, simultaneous grunts of discomfort sounding off, echoing through all twelve of his ears...

"Ooh, I think I've heard of this kind of thing!" the flatter of the two mischief-makers said, happily turning to her bustier cohort. She was grinning widely as the other tilted her head in interest. "Now there's enough to go around, we wouldn't have to fight over turns!" she said, hopping happily, with a triumphant gesture for good measure.

"Really~? Yay, fun for everybody~!" the Hobgoblin replied, clapping her hands and swaying in place in response, mouth curled in a lopsided smile of almost-innocent glee.

In response to hearing their voices, all the Lances turned to them, their gaze locking on the pair of monsters, eyes wide with confusion and a growing purpose. The two child-like women met their gazes back when they saw they had six pairs of eyes staring at them. Lance, still trying to process everything, was slowly beginning to--barely, given his head's current state of being half in a fog--understand exactly what was going on, and exactly what needed to be done. 'Yes....they're the cause, they're the solution!' It was perhaps the most coherent thought that passed through the half-dozen heads all linked to one mind, and slowly but surely, within their loins, all six were silently growing to a full understanding of what they wanted; not just them, but what the girls wanted as well.

The closest, original Lance reached them first. He swooped upon the flatter of the Goblins, and forced his lips upon hers. A small squeak of surprise was quickly muffled as his tongue invaded her mouth, and the sweet taste of her saliva mingled with his, the taste fresh upon all their tongues, every taste bud feeling the sensation, before the rest began to descend as well. Two of him immediately grabbed at the impressive bosom of the Hobgoblin, who let out a curious noise as her cloth was torn asunder and her breasts bounced out, before letting out a squeak of pleasure as both of the ample mounds of flesh found themselves feeling affection, nipples hardening seconds after they were taken into hungry mouths. Yet another Lance was on his knees at the smaller one, yanking her pants down and taking the undergarments with them, exposing her nether regions to the outside air, before pushing himself close to his lips, and partaking of her essence from below, the sensation of tasting the flavors of a tongue, a pussy, and nipples sparking through each synapse and threatening to overload the sensors of Lance's brain already.

Still, even then, he wasn't quite done; none of him were. Instead, the fifth and sixth disposed of their clothes, objects just holding them back from their desires, and approached the Hobgoblin from either side, forcibly taking her hands in theirs and making her grab at their members. Reacting instinctively, and certainly not seeming upset to be this desired, the Hobgoblin smiled up at the both of them, face flushing with pleasure from the two still suckling at her breasts, she wrapped her soft fingers around their lengths and started to stroke. "Giba~ They're big guys, too~ This is really...ahn!...fun already~!" she said as she looked to either side of her, watching her hands slide smoothly up and down the cocks offered to her. None of the Lance's could avoid letting out moans, stifled or otherwise. Those that were still clothed twitched within their confines, their manhoods being pleased even though only two were being touched. This sort of thing....this was what was going to overload their senses and make them act only on instinct.

The one that was kissing hard onto the smaller one--Giba, judging by her cohorts words--finally receded, a string of saliva connecting him with the red-faced Goblin girl. She was panting hard, trying to form words for the situation, but the feeling of tongue against her pussy was driving her to only utter moans, as the kissing Lance was next to dispose of his clothes, his desire evident in the near-vertical stance of his manhood once exposed. Giba's eyes locked onto it, and rather than wait for her actions, Lance, with a grin full of lust, took hold of her head and bent her downward, pulling her face close to his loins. Her face right next to his desire, Giba took in a deep inhale, letting out a shuddering moan of a sigh, before opening her mouth and wrapping Lance in the warmth of her mouth, already bobbing her head and letting out muffled noises as she swirled her tongue around the shaft.

Nearby, activities continued for the Hobgoblin, as her lips sank around the member to her left, while continuing to stroke the one on her right, sending the sensations of two different warm mouths and a hand careening through the body of each and every one of them. This seemed to be enough torment for the remaining clothes Lances, and at both Giba and the Hobgoblin's personal orgies, the remaining bits of clothes flew away. The manhoods were scrambling for attention around the bustier of the two little monsters, and, seeing that she was leaving a few men unattended, the girl smiled and raised her breasts up with a free arm, letting them bounce, before taking a third manhood into her hand. With two being stroked and another being sucked, that hint was enough for Lance number three, seizing both her breasts in his grip, and slipping his dick between them, thrusting upward and piling on another sensation, that of soft, malleable flesh caressing all sides of their manhoods, to the growing load of feelings driving these half-dozen copies of the same lustful male.

Giba was having her own amount of fun at this point. No longer satisfied with just tasting her nether regions, the final Lance to lose his clothes now stood at her other end, Giba still hunched over and sucking off the original man hungrily, hands at either side of his hips to steady herself. Seizing a hold of her perky butt, then sliding to her upper thighs, the other copy spread her just slightly, before entering her, becoming the first to feel the tight, burning sensation of pussy walls wrapping around him, eliciting loud moans from all the copies at once, only just drowning out the muffled moans of the girls as they were pleasured as well. Wasting no time, the Lance at Giba's loins was already pulling back to thrust forward, the momentum of his movement deepening Giba's bobbing, causing her to suck even deeper, taking nearly the entirety of the original's manhood into her mouth, her moans muffled by the fullness of her mouth, but her flushed face and expression as she looked up at him saying enough.

Back to the Hobgoblin, their frenetic movement was all gathered around the upper torso and above, crowding and restricting the movements of all involved, no matter how good the busty young creature was with her hands and mouth. They wanted more at this point. Reluctantly, the one who was getting sucked on pushed her away, the Hobgoblin removed from his member with a soft pop and a confused expression, before one of the ones being stroked picked her up, the red-faced girl just going along with it, as the four men moved around and got into position. Confused at first, the Hobgoblin's expression turned to one of dull-eyed glee as she saw herself being lowered towards one of the naked males, the most important organ standing straight up and waiting for her. Properly positioned, she scrunched her face as she felt her lower cheeks being spread, her anus being slowly spread to accommodate the thickness that was about to pierce her. And so it did, but the moaning cry she tried to emit was muffled as another, different manhood took the opportunity to stifle her with its presence inside her mouth. No sooner had that happened, didn't a muffled shriek of pleasure rip through her, eyes widening as she felt herself pieced again, her vagina filled up and spread by the presence of another manhood. Head tilted to the side, her eyes shifted as she watched the final member of her group of four men move to her torso, a leg on each side as he completed the "formation" by resuming the titfuck from earlier, the soft flesh of her bosom squeezed roughly to squish against the hot flesh of his manhood. The thrusting wasn't even necessary from him; the two men piercing her lower holes were already thrusting with enough speed and force that she was already bouncing to and fro. Her eyes were watering from the pleasure she was being put through, the wonderful torture of being filled and caressed so much.

Giba was being driven to the depths of multiple pleasures, as well. While the four Lances were repositioning themselves amongst the Hobgoblin, so too, were the pair of Lances tending to Giba already fed up with their original position. Giba had been lifted into the air, confused as to why she was no longer being stuffed, almost on the verge of whining and begging for a return to the previous position, when she was lowered, sandwiched between the men as she was subjected to penetration from both sides. Now the Goblin was rocking back and forth, each movement sinking her down on a cock; were she to rock forward, the thickness of Lance's member would pierce her pussy. Should she rock backward, her ass would be spread by another of his member's plunging deep inside her. Giba couldn't contain her moans and screams of pleasure, and nothing was plugging up her mouth to silence her voice as it echoed along the trees, crying desperately for more, which the duo were all too happy to give her, bouncing her back and forth upon their members, nearly squashing her between them as they all strove for the most pleasure they could garner from the other.

Too many sensations at once. Lance's brain, still existing but barely in control of the six bodies it had to govern, was overloaded. Feeling every kind of sexual pleasure at once, many of them twice at the same time, across his now hyper-sensitive pleasure receptors...it was too much, and he could feel every millimeter of movement inside as the inevitable end of this depraved orgy began to climb its way towards his loins. On instinct, each of the copies put on their last spurts, violating the pairs of monsters vigorously, increasing the moans--loud and proud in Giba's case, muffled but no less evident in the Hobgoblin's--that came from their partners, the sounds of flesh against flesh nearly loud enough to drown out their own sexual cries. Then, it finally happened. Ripping out of him one by one, Lance felt his sperm launch outward in thick, explosive bursts; the Hobgoblin's mouth was the first to feel the force of his orgasm, the girl gulping down the semen with each launch of the liquid. Simultaneously, Giba was filled up from both ends, so much sperm flowing into her holes that it overflowed, dripping obscenely onto the ground below. The Hobgoblin's lower holes next suffered the same fate, being filled to the brim and causing a muffled scream of orgasm to rip from the busty little one. Finally, the last orgasm started, launching from between her ample bosom, first staining the insides of her breasts white, then staining the rest of her. All the Lance's had enough vigor left in their finale to pull out of their partners, the last of their strength and essence flying from them and marking their bodies with their milky white lust liquid.

Nearly blacking out from the overload of sensations, Lance was thankful to still be standing and conscious. He was even more thankful when, while trying to catch his breath after all that exertion, he saw puffs of pink, thin mist. The copies were gone, evaporating into the air after having served their purpose, and no longer was his mind addled by confusion, lust, and overactive senses. This left him standing alone, completely lacking in clothes, over a pair of mostly-naked monsters, covered in his cum with blissful expressions on their faces, as breathless as he was.

Given this kind of situation, he wasn't exactly sure to proceed. He didn't exactly know what to say after all that just happened. So, weakly, he went back to the pair of clothes that didn't dissipate with the copies, and put himself back together, so to speak. The girls made no actions to stop him, still attempting to catch their breath, occasionally making little pleasured giggles, still giddy from their activities. With his clothes back on, Lance gathered his pack back up, pleased that nothing was missing from it, and hoisted it back on him. With one last glance to the girls, he uttered a slightly embarrassed, "Well...hope you had as much fun as you wanted." With that last statement, he dashed off, attempting to make up for lost time as he resumed his path towards the southern town and the bazaar it promised.

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From the nearby bushes, a figure emerged, after pulling her pants and undergarments back up, leaving the wet spot near her position behind, as she walked forward, her backpack rattling with its merchandise within, as she looked over the pair of naked monsters covered in sticky semen, still breathing heavily. The youthful woman with the backpack chuckled in amusement at their situation.

"Did you have as much fun as you thought?" she asked the exhausted pair.

The bustier one simply giggled, licking a little of the liquid off her fingers, while the flatter one actually responded. "I can't move my legs yet....Hee hee...."

The backpack-wearing lady clapped her hands once, almost dismissively. "Well, that works out for me, doesn't it? That means I can just rummage through these here...." she said, holding up a pair of baggy pants that the Goblin was wearing before the one-man orgy occurred, and fishing through the pockets, pulling out a handful of coins that had been in there. "...and take what I deserve~!" she finished, dropping the pants over the sticky, sweaty Goblin with a grin. "Next time, don't be afraid to ask, now that you know how good my supply is." she added. The Danuki turned away from her would-be thieves, and jingled the coins a little before pocketing them. "A pleasure doing business~!" she sang.

[Kmon13]

Gee I don't know who made out like a bandit more Lance, the Danuki, or the Goblin and Hobgoblin sisters.

Still it was a good story...



Plus everyone had a happy ending...

[Drazzimyr]

That... was an amazing fanfic. I like how you incorporated that man-multiplying potion that was mentioned in the book.

>_>

<_<

Can you make one with a Witch and the tentacle potion please?

[Vendettadabeast]

Now that was very amusing to read, I absolutely loved the end. It seems the Danuki is a very crafty character indeed.

An enjoyable read.

[Silly587]

Great story. I've been reading a lot of fanfics lately. I think my eyes need a break from all that text.

Here we go.

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Hmm...I can fantasize better now.

*imagines some particularly r-18 scenes in his head*

The story is pretty good. Great intro, good descriptive elements. I don't really have any background info about the liquid that he drank, but I guess I'll bump into it eventually. Keep up the good work. ^_^