Barbarians and Goblin Ale Don't Mix (TFTG)

Barbarians and Goblin Ale Don't Mix

Originally posted on FA on: Jan 19, 2021 

A story of barbarians, goblins and personality alteration written for the wonderful crazycowproductions to go with a couple of sketches I commissioned.

Edited by Hazel

CW: Hypnosis, TFTG, Bad End, Dubcon (Mental Changes), Sex

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Barbarians and Goblin Ale Don't Mix

Kromgar The Indomitable strode across the rocky land, an expression of grim determination set upon his craggy face. It was the same scowl he wore at almost all times, a testament to his stalwart and serious nature. It was often said the savage men of the Killjoran Mountains were as cold and humorless as the deadly Dire Bears who also made the mountain their home, but for those who knew Kromgar well, this comparison was patently unfair.

The bears at least seemed to enjoy eating people, after all.

Still, though the man had few social graces to endear him to others, his iron hard fists knew no match and in a fight he could slay a hundred men without so much as breaking a sweat. It was claimed no man of woman born could lay him low and it would seem the legendary beasts of the world were not having much luck with that either.

Yet for all his feats of slaughter and bravery, Kromgar was limited in his way as eventually the great threats of the land fell one by one, leaving none able to truly challenge him. For his companions, soft and unmanly as they were, this was seen as a good thing. They would praise him for his valor and successes and tell him he had made the world better by his many legendary acts, but to this Kromgar would merely glower and clench his fists.

“This world is weak.” He would growl. “Enjoy your lives of comfort if you will, but I will find a worthy challenge for my skills!”

So it was that Kromgar began to wander between adventures with his party, leaving to seek out mighty monsters and powerful warlords in hope of finding one that might prove good sport, yet always they would disappoint him. Each time he returned to his party members, their words of praise would merely stoke his dark and brooding rage hotter. In a way he hated the lot of them, weaklings who could have gotten on just fine without him, yet clung to him like babes to their mothers teat. Yet some part of him also craved their adoration, for what use would glorious deeds be if no one was around to sing his praises and immortalize his legacy as the greatest, manliest and most fearsome son of the mountains to ever walk this plane?

Such conflicting feelings plagued Kromgar’s mind as he found himself crossing through a great mountain pass which divided the savage lands of Morathgar from the civilized Minmataur Kingdoms where his companions awaited his swift return. A lesser man may have feared to tread these ways, as it was said cruel and clever goblins ruled here, but no self respecting adventurer - let alone one of Kromgar’s stature and might - would have much to fear from the green pests. Goblins were chaff; helpless annoyances worthy only of being slaughtered by the inexperienced and unworthy.

He had heard that some men took goblins as pets and even lovers and had seen some working in taverns and whore houses, but the idea of tending to the needs of such a loathsome beast made him almost sick to consider! Besides, his manly pride was of such thickness and length that should he even try to indulge himself with one of the tiny creatures, he was sure the results would be… Explosive and messy in a less than pleasant way.

Well that’s what he told himself anyway, and any wench he slept with who had wished to remain on the bedroom side of the brothel wall had been wise enough to not contradict him.

Suddenly Kromgar’s ears picked up the sounds of merriment and obscene songs being sung. His scowl hardened as he realized he had managed to stumble upon some crude goblin feast or festival, undoubtedly made in honor of some god of rocks or other inconsequential thing. That the green pests had anything to celebrate at all was irritating enough, but that they would have the temerity to do so where any passing hero might be subjected to their boorish delights? Unforgivable!

Puffing himself up, the barbarian strode into the crowd of goblins, barely bothering to strike aside those who did not quickly scramble away, preferring where possible to merely knock them down with the natural swing of his legs. A few goblins attempted to reach for weapons, but these he had merely to glance towards to strike the fear of their dark gods back into them and cause them to quiver and slink away.

He had nearly reached the center of the celebration where a large keg of some sort had been erected when one goblin finally stood to block his path, holding out both hands and crying as loudly as he could, “STOP! You may not pass this point less you prove yourself worthy!”

“Worthy?” Kromgar snorted. “I do not need to prove anything to you, welp! Stand aside or I shall turn this feast into a slaughter!”

“And no doubt you could, oh great Kromgar, he who is known as the Indomitable!” The goblin smiled. “And a good thing too, as slaying all of us here would be a far easier task than defeating our greatest champion in a drinking contest, as would otherwise be required.”

Kromgar’s eyes blazed as he glared down at the goblin. The pathetic creature was undoubtedly trying to goad him, but did he REALLY think that a drinking contest with a mighty man of Killjoran would be a fate any less likely to result in his ruination? It didn’t even matter that the creature had obviously attempted to draw him into some sort of trap, but the sheer fact he thought that any trap of goblin-make, could stop HIM!? That, Kromgar could not stand!

“Fetch me your ale, greenskin!” Kromgar roared. “And your champion! I had no desire to taste the watery brew you undoubtedly keep in that child's keg up there, but I will not have my strength questioned by the likes of you!” He leaned down and growled. “And once I have drunk them under the table, I’ll deal with every man here, just for that insult!”

“WONDERFUL!” The goblin beamed and clapped his hands. “Then let us drink! I’ve been parched!”

“You?” Kromgar sneered. “I thought you might at least have had the sense to call in a troll or ogre to at least ATTEMPT to challenge me! I thought you perhaps cunning, but I see now you are merely deluded!”

The goblin’s smile did not falter as a pair of busty serving wenches brought out a set of tankards for the two, setting them down on a table which was quickly set up to their side. “I have no intention of cheating you, oh great Kromgar. In fact, I insist that you chose which mugs shall be yours and which mine so you may be aware I have added nothing to your drink that I am not willing to drink myself.”

“It would do you no good.” Kromgar spat and idly shoved half the tankards to one side and pulled the others closer to him. “I have swallowed poisons so deadly they would kill a green dragon and not even felt ill!” He then took up one of the mugs and gave it a slightly suspicious look. “Hmmm… It smells and looks normal enough. Your overconfidence in not poisoning me is… Offputting.” He shook his head. “Never mind, let us drink!”

Kromgar downed his fourth mug quickly, grimacing at the taste of the brew. “Eh, goblin swill!” He coughed as he tossed the tankard aside. “As watery and weak as the blood of your verminous race!”

In truth the grim barbarian had actually found the taste extremely pleasant, a nutty, almost salty flavor which seemed almost familiar to him, though he was having trouble remembering why. In all honesty, he was finding a lot of things hard to remember clearly right now. He knew he could not be drunk, the idea that a mighty man such as himself could EVER be so much as phased by this goblin ale was laughable, but it was… Like being drunk. Everything was lighter, less serious and not as irritating as he normally found it. Even the goblins, misbegotten villains that they were, didn’t really seem so bad right now.

He looked to his opponent, the goblin champion and could not stop himself from smirking. “What’s the matter? Only two cups in and you're already slowing down?” He snorted. “What sort of man are you anyway? With your dumb little head and your stupid face and those silly breasts…” Something about that last part made him pause and his smile faded as he tried to think. “Wait… Did you have breasts before?”

“No more than you did.” The goblin smiled and took a swig from his third mug. “And don’t worry about me, I’ll keep up with you drink for drink - it's just that you’ve had the advantage of size up until now to help keep you ahead of me. Now the playing field has begun to level, I think I’ll have a chance to catch up.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, ya pip squeak?” Kromgar muttered. “I’ve got a full head's height on you! And I ain't slowing down none!” He grabbed for a fifth mug and sent it flying as he staggered into the table. “Fuck’in… You keep moving the table around and I’m gonna bust you one on your pretty face!”

“The table hasn't moved.” The goblin chuckled, wiping foam from her lips. “You're just having trouble adjusting to being so top heavy I’d imagine.”

Kromgar grabbed one of the mugs with both hands and tilted his head back to pour the contents down his throat before letting it drop to the ground, though not before it bounced off his rather impressively sized rack. “First you make fun of me for being littler than you, then you make a crack about my titties?” She glared dazedly at the goblin woman still steadily draining her fourth ale. “You're a real bitch, you know that?”

The goblin winked and moved onto her fifth mug. “I know.” She lifted the ale to her lips, then with a sly smile tilted it to pour its contents onto the ground. “Oops. Guess I lost.”

“HA!” Kromgar cheered, throwing up her arms. “KROMY WINS AGAIN!”

“And you know what that means, don’t you?” The goblin woman’s smile widened.

“What?” Kromy asked, looking confused for a moment before her eyes went wide and a broad smile spread across her face. “WAIT THAT’S RIGHT! Now I get to handle every man here because of whatever it was you said before!”

“Damn!” The goblin gave her rival an exaggerated frown, though mirth is was clear in her eyes. “And unlike you, I’ll only stay this way for a day or so! How disappointing!”

“What…?” Kromy asks, a faint gleam of concern flickering across her face. “I’m… Staying…”

“A lust addled goblin slut for the rest of your life?” The champion finished, all traces of deception gone from her face as she grinned triumphantly at the former hero. “Yes, I’m sorry to say you will, since while your physical constitution may have been formidable, your mental fortitude now and then has always been about as sturdy as a used tissue. After drinking that much of our sacred ale it would take a non goblin arch priest the better part of a year to recover and for someone like you…” She looked meaningfully around at the crowd of goblins who had already begun pulling off their trousers and loin cloths. “Well let’s just say for your sake, I hope you enjoy the taste of ‘sausage’.”

Kromy took this in slowly, her hazy mind reeling as she tried to process what she had been told. There had to be a way of fixing this! She was Kromgar the Indomitable, her legend would not, COULD NOT end like this! She would need to get back to her party, get them to help her! That was it, all she needed to do was push through the crowd and… And…

She felt herself begin to drool as before her a forest of goblin dicks presented themselves. She tried to focus on just one, but each time she tried, her attention was grabbed by another and then another. She began to shake, her nipples stiffening and a new opening between her legs dampening as all thought save the need to take as many of the goblins into her as fast as possible where banished from her mind.

“Go on.” The champion whispered into her ear. “Go enjoy your prize, winner.”

That was all the push Kromy needed, she raced forward, throwing herself into the goblin horde with a wild shout.

---

Two weeks later Kromgar’s old party ventured out into the goblin lands in search of their old companion, fully expecting to find him brooding about how his latest conquest had not managed to do anything to lift his perpetually dower spirits.

What they had not expected was to find a host of weary goblins laying all about their traditional festival ground, some asleep, others clearly trying to sneak away and some others still apparently laying handfuls of ice and snow on their obviously sore groins. One, a goblin man who looked especially haggard and who wore the traditional vestments of a tribal champion saw the company and practically sprinted towards them, tears in his eyes.

“Thank the gods you’ve come!” He wailed. “She’s unstoppable! Unquenchable! No goblin man can satisfy her and she just won’t stop trying!”

“Who?” The thief demanded, looking uncomfortable as the goblin began to sob into his cloak.

“Kromgar!” The champion shouted, pointing back at a goblin woman giddily riding a pale and exhausted looking goblin warrior. “Kromgar The Indomitable! We thought we had bested him with our magic, but she’s just as relentless as she was before! By the gods, she might be WORSE now that she’s actually enjoying herself!”

“KROMGAR!?” The wizard demanded, shocked as he watched the goblin woman squeal in delight as her latest victim climaxed, then raced off to find someone else. “That’s Kromgar the barbarian? The grim and unpleasable Terror of the North?”

“Yes!” The goblin noded. “But she goes by Kromy the Insatiable now!”

“THAT is Kromgar?!” The thief repeated. “The same Kromgar who once bought out an entire brothel we were going to visit, only to bar us as, ‘Only TRUE men could enter after him’?”

“Yes, yes!” The goblin nods faster still. “Though now she’s on a quest to find dicks large enough to finally satisfy her lust!”

“The very Kromgar,” The knight asked, “Who once declared that none of his legendary feats were done with any help, EVEN AFTER we carried his stupid ass through the entire crypt of the Arch Lich Zagamor because, and I quote, ‘Kromgar doesn’t DO puzzles’?”

“Gods yes, THAT Kromgar!” The goblin champion snapped, fumbling from his coat a small potion. “Here! I told her there was no way of reversing the changes, but I lied! If she drinks this within a month of her transformation, she’ll be restored to her old self with no ill effects! I’d feed it to her myself, but she won’t listen to a word I say and drinks nothing but what comes from her lovers to quench her thirst!” He pushed the bottle into the thieves hands. “You three are strong though, hold her down and feed it to her if you have to! Just get her out of here before the whole tribe dies of exhaustion!”

“So we feed her this, and we'll have the old Kromgar back?” The thief asks, looking to his two companions. “Instead of a lust crazed goblin girl who’s as strong and tough as Kromgar, can survive on a diet of male seed AND whose only desire in life is to find people hung better than the average goblin so she can devote her life to serving and pleasing them?”

“Well…” The champion frowned. “I think your extrapolating a bit on that last part, but yes, I’m sure if she found someone or a group like that, she’d probably be a perfect sexpet, maid and servant to them, but I don’t see what that has to do with-”

The three adventurers nodded in unison and the thief hurled the potion over his shoulder where it smashed on the rocks, its precious contents quickly becoming lost to the soil. Then, still in almost perfect lockstep, the three pulled down their pants and undergarments before the thief whistled sharply to get Kromy’s attention.

The goblin girl turned from her latest unwilling victim and her eyes instantly grew to the size of dinner plates as she began to drool once more at the sight of the three largest dicks she had ever seen. “BOYS!” She screamed and rushed over to the three strangers. “You’ve come for me!”

“You remember us?” The knight asked, gasping as the goblin girl grabbed his dick and began to rub it.

“HOW COULD I FORGET MY BEST FRIENDS!” She asked.

“So, want to travel with us again?” The wizard asked, his own question punctuated by a groan as she grabbed him too, pumping rapidly.

“DO I!?” Kromy asked in disbelief. “I don’t ever want to LEAVE you OR these ever again!”

“Even if it means only being paid in sex from now on?” The thief inquired. “And doing everything we tell you too? And calling all of us ‘master’ rather than ‘you worthless, soft wretches?'"

In response Kromy took his manhood into her mouth and began to bob her head back and forth, working her tongue up and down the shaft till with a trio of moans all three sprayed her with their manly loads, covering the nearly nude goblin woman in hot, sticky cum. Kromy then swallowed the thieves' load and with a satisfied smile slid off of him, whispering only, “Yes master…”

And so it was that the Legend of Kromgar The Indomitable, Warrior of the North and Slayer of the Great Dragon Thonarax came to an end…

And the Legend of Kromy The Insatiable, Goblin Slut and Layer of a thousand men began.

But that is a story for another time...