(Many) Moar Tags: [light spanking] [exposition] [“villain” lady is actually the nicest girl ever] [femboy] [foot licking] [foot massage] [so much hot, sweaty pounding you’d think this was a blacksmith’s shop on a summer day] [absurd dirty talk]

Summary:

(In character, since we're going all in on this one)

“Hey, Fantastic Femboy, welcome back! Me? Oh, I’m fine, just working on a few cases. Good to see your ass-busting week with Domina Doom hasn’t dampened your spirits. Oh, stop smiling, I know it wasn’t THAT bad to be captured by her! Hypno-tonic my ass, Girlboss has to practically pull you out of that witch’s lair, you absolute butt-slut.

*Ahem.* So, there’s been another bank robbery. The culprit is one Ms. Muscle, a giantess of a woman with shredded abs and, if my intel is correct, a pretty serious dong. Stop your giggling, this is serious stuff! And do try to hide your boner, punk!

Now, here’s the deal: you need to find her and have some words with her. Why? Because something isn’t adding up, sweetie! Look, she might be a hulking lady capable of punching through a tank, but I think we’re not getting the full picture here. Look at these. Donations, lots of them. I think she’s a Robin-Hood sort of person, you know? We need to get to her before she actually turns into a proper villain, see if she can’t be persuaded to team up with the good guys.

Did I mention she’s super into twinks like you? Look at these pictures: it seems Ms. Muscle is a monster in the streets and a submissive little kitten in the sheets. Find her, Femboy, and get her to see reason. Oh, and Femboy? Don’t forget to clean your room, sweetie. What, I’m the Mighty Mommy! Making sure cute boys like you behave is part of my job. Now, come give mommy a kiss and get out there: we’ve got a sweet big-little thing to recruit!”

From the Goblin:

“Oi, you there! Why you snickerin’ for? What, you think it’s funny that I’ve got a thing for all the beefy, burly girls of the world? What’s so funny about that? You can’t tell me the thought isn’t alluring. Here, let me spin you a yarn about an old flame of mine, Baldura the Basher.

You see, Baldura was one strong lady. Muscles on muscles, but she was a real sweetheart. When we first met, I was menacingly waving a rusty dagger at her (being, of course, in my ‘bandit’ phase) and demanding she turn over some cash. You know what she did? She snapped it in half between two of her fingers. ‘Now, little green man,’ she said, ‘you going to keep trying to rob me, or are you going to let me show you how much I like my men ‘wittle?’

I melted then and there, and you would have too. She lifted me up with one hand, slid me down her battle-bikini and hit the road, stopping regularly to ask if I was comfortable. Pressed between those muscle-bound titties, I was \more* than comfortable and decided to have a nap. When I awoke, we were at some inn somewhere, and that’s when she really pulled out all stops to make me feel like a man. A wittle, precious man. I’m talking an oily massage, with plenty of wandering hands and more than one ‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Gods, she was the caring sort.*

From there, it was nothing short of bliss. Baldura laid me down on her bed and told me that I was, under no circumstances, to move. Tongue bath. Cowgirl. Snack breaks. She sucked me dry, she did, and made a very small goblin feel like a very large king.

For two days, she treated me as only a muscle mommy who wanted to have a pampered pocket prince could. And, when she was done, she even gave me a brand-new dagger. ‘I won’t be here to protect you—I’ve got trolls to slay and lads to lay—so I want you to have this,” she said. I tried to go back to my bandit ways, but my heart wasn’t in it any longer. I just kept on thinking ‘gold can’t buy me Baldura.’

Yeah, where’s your laughter now, fools? Don’t think I noticed you all went quiet on me there. You all imagined, for a second, what a night or two with Baldura would be like. Dwell on the moral of my story, lads:  the only thing manlier than being a man is knowing when its okay to be a ‘wittle man.’

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You might be thinking “hey shit, aren’t you on a break?” And you’d be right! Believe it or not, this script was written some time ago, pretty much right on the heels of the Goblin’s previous Domina Doom supervillain script. There are actually a few scripts sitting here, just waiting to be published, and today it’s this one’s turn to shine! It’s a touch longer than the Goblin’s usual fare, mostly because there is a ton of exposition at the beginning. Soon the Goblin shall return (and finish the couple of requests he’s been sitting on), but in the meantime: enjoy. I know girlcock content is less popular nowadays, but the Goblin and I wholeheartedly believe "subby muscle mommy packing meat" is a genre that needs more representation.

But, damn it, we're going to do our best to change that, even if it's hard work! Like a great body, if you want the people to fall in love with your lurid tales, "you better work, bitch!" Thanks, Britney.