Moonwell Playtime - ch.3

 Author's Note: This one's a little different, breaking the previous formula slightly with new framing and a new character. The mood is the same though, as is the main character (Lexy), so definitely give it a look if you liked the last two chapters!

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[futa/futa] [masturbation] [frotting] [fingering]

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The other shoe, so far, had not dropped. The Horde-appropriated Ashenvale garrison was now being known as Starpost, and while only a few soldiers and warriors had left for brighter pastures, new citizens, tradesmen, and builders had started to move to the area from elsewhere. Once it had been more or less established that the area was somewhat secure, it was now starting to undergo the gradual shift from outpost to town.

The incoming citizens and engineers were goblins, mostly -- by the Sunwell, it was always them, wasn’t it? While the elves and Forsaken studied the darkest magics they could find and plotted the best ways to kill everyone around them, the orcs struggled to retain power in the upheaval of what they had once considered their Horde, and the trolls and tauren grew ever closer to one another through their connection and devotion to shamanic and druidic magics, the goblins had their eye on number one. They focused not on progress but on industry, churning out more builders than they did soldiers. Between that fact, the fact that it had been primarily goblin commandos that took the outpost in the first place, and the reality that Skwiddi -- the grizzled goblin sniper that had led the assault -- had named herself the de facto mayor, Starpost had become a goblin town in every way but official census. Because, y’know, taxes.

It had been three weeks since Lexy had helped to take the newly-dubbed Starpost in a rain of blood and steel, meeting a few new friends along the way. In those three weeks, she had gone from holing up in an abandoned tavern to having her own room (appointed to her as one of the new town’s official protectors) in a hotel that had popped up like a mushroom. While Esue and Celli had been appointed rooms of their own, the three of them often shared a suite -- except for now. Restless and needing a change of scenery, Lexy had left the other two elves to sleep off their night of playtime to explore a little. After all, if she were going to be an official patrolwoman of Starpost, it might help to actually know the town... and actually get out of her room sometimes. Even if that could get difficult when you had two cute, well-behaved little elves in that room.

Nonetheless, she decided to leave her armor in the room, dressing only in a simple -- if perhaps short -- white skirt and a tight-fitting cloth jerkin of pale blue fabric, the former short enough that even a the most discreet of perverts could likely steal a glimpse at her bulged panties, with the latter snug enough that the jeweled piercings in her nipples could be seen as clear as day. The outfit drew more than a few glances from others walking along the mossy streets, the town now a bizarre blend of goblin and kaldorei architecture, with the goblins short enough to peek up that skirt often letting out perverse exclamations at the amount of “content” they saw hiding in Lexy’s pale panties.

There was something to envy about the forested glades of the kaldorei homelands -- while Lexy found herself missing the kiss of sunlight, these moonlit groves were easy on the eyes and cool on the skin. It was amazing how much the town had expanded, too... it had gone from having a tavern, an unimpressive army, a barracks, and a few palisades, to being a genuine, if small, town. It was no Orgrimmar, perhaps, and it was certainly no Silvermoon, but it had actual things to buy. And Lexy had one very specific thing in mind, right now.

Of course, in a town dominated by goblinkind, anything, no matter how distasteful, can be bought or sold inside of a store or out. In Lexy’s case, the “bookstore” she’d been looking for was a outdoor vending booth rather than an actual establishment, but that was all she needed. Despite her boldness with the other elves, she had a swelling feeling of anxiousness and awkwardness swelling in her chest as she approached the little aluminum stall, all of her bluster when walking down the mossy path starting to fizzle when she was faced with a cute, pigtailed goblin girl sitting on the other side of the stall, her gaze never moving to acknowledge Lexy and instead remaining fully buried in some sort of (apparently particularly foul) erotic comic.

“Cha’want?” the girl grunted, still not looking up, her bare, black-nailed feet propped up dangerously close to the actual merchandise, something Lexy would have chastised were the green-skinned, bespectacled counter candy not as cute as she undeniably was.

“I have to ask for it? Can’t I just like... pick it out?” Lexy said, squirming a little and throwing a glance behind her. This was way more awkward than it had played out in her head, her eyes roaming over the different comics, magazines, calendars and pinups that were displayed. She knew what she wanted, but....

“Look lady. Not a day goes by that I don’t have some troll coming in here looking for raptor smut or an orc who wants mom/son or whatever the fuck. If I judged, nobody’d ever come back and I’d be out of a job. Shit, you should see the stuff some of the Forsaken ask for. Shit I draw the art for a comic that’s mostly just draenei gettin’ tentacle-fucked. Just tell me whatcha want and I’ll grab it for ya.”

Scathing, but brutally true. Lexy found herself blushing deeply and just tried to push past the awkwardness of all of this -- just say what she wanted, pay for it, and leave. And hopefully not get seen by anyone on the way out. Shit, her outfit really precluded not drawing attention, didn’t it? “Playgurl,” she finally mumbled out in a single syllable, her anxiety ending up being her undoing.

“What whazzat?” the goblin squeaked, finally looking up from her comic for the first time.

“P-Playgurl,” the blood knight repeated.

The goblin girl chuckled softly. “Latest issue just came in,” she murmured, sitting up and grabbing it from under the desk, sliding it onto the countertop in front of her. “Eighty silver.” Her eyes lingered on Lexy for a moment, as if seeing her for the first time. “Nice piercings, by the way.” She tipped down her horn-rimmed spectacles, getting a closer look at Lexy’s lean figure and arching one brow, a small smirk crossing her black-painted lips. “Y’know, if ya ever need company, I have the collection back at my place. All the way back to Issue #1.”

Lexy blinked, glancing from side to side and trying to hide her blush. It was strange being around someone who actually seemed to be sexually confident... now that she wasn’t around the terminally submissive Celli and Esue, she didn’t feel quite so dominant as she had before. The way the goblin girl looked at her was pleasantly predatory, making the paladin squirm. “Where... is your place...?”

“Den under the pallisade. And it looks like you’re in luck, too... my shift just ended.”

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“So you’re into those curvy top chicks, huh?” the goblin girl -- whose name Lexy had learned was Rixa -- purred as she clicked the door shut behind her, closing Lexy and herself into the tiny little apartment. The place was definitely “cozy” if you wanted to call it that, more of a burrow than an apartment, sporting two messy rooms, neither of which were particularly lavishly furnished.

“Umm, yeah, sometimes,” Lexy answered as she made her way inside, needing to duck her head just a little. The place was clearly made for goblins, and the ceiling brushed against the tips of her ears if she wasn’t careful. She made her way to the nearest place to sit -- a squat, frayed little couch, under the cushions of which crunched old snack wrappers when Lexy sat down on it. “I’m, uh... fairly modest, myself, so it’s nice to admire the girls in Playgurl.”

“Modest huh? From what I see goin’ on in that skirt of yours -- and it ain’t hidin’ much -- you might wanna skip modest and go right for small.” Rixa said with a smirk, her vibrant yellow eyes fully admiring the small bulge in the elf’s panties, her purposefully-short skirt entirely unable to conceal it no matter how Lexy squirmed. Even a half-hearted attempt to squeeze her thighs together simply resulted in a pleasantly-compressed look at her small sack within the gap of her thighs.

“Yeah, well... I don’t see you whipping yours out, shorty.”

“Oh, is that how you wanna play it, elfy chick?” the goblin smirked, lifting up her own purple skirt a little to show off black lace panties, complimented by her fishnet stockings and garters. She’d clearly chosen a specific look to go for and not hesitated in creating a complete ensemble with that look in mind -- Lexy found herself briefly wondering if she even had a prescription for those glasses, but was distracted by the snug bulge she saw the goblin girl sporting. It certainly wasn’t big, probably around the size of Lexy’s or a little smaller, but it was proportionately impressive in direct comparison to the rest of Rixa’s short, slim, jade-skinned figure.

Clearing her throat a little, Lexy looked away and mumbled under her breath, “Can I see the magazine now? You said you had the first issue yeah?”

Rixa smirked, letting her skirt fall back down. “Yeah, I do. It’s a bit less polished than the newer stuff but I dig it, they had a clearer message back when it was user-edited and the fucking corporations hadn’t gotten a hold of it. Now they’re all filled with ads and other bullshit -- like, if I want an eyeful of troll-cock, why are you trying to sell me fucking perfume, right? But you follow the gold piece and you see the title traded hands like six fuckin’ times. I’m a goblin and I still think that’s gettin’ outta hand.” She scoffed, leaving Lexy nodding slowly in only half-understanding.

Those impressively cute hips of hers swayed from side to side as Nixa kicked her shoes away and skipped to the only other room in the apartment, drawing a longbox from under her bed and starting to rifle through an array of different magazines and comics. It was only a moment or two before she found it, grinning widely and quickly returning with the issue in her hands, holding it up triumphantly. “The very first issue. They focused on draenei a lot on this one; I guess it was right after the Exodar crashed and everyone was like “whoa look at those dicks” and then the fantasies started. I’m honestly surprised at the amount of models they managed to get for the magazine.”

Hopping onto the other side of the couch, Nixa drew imposingly close, squishing her perky chest against Lexy’s side as she laid the magazine in the elf’s lap, opening it up with a thirsty grin.

The magazine’s content was a odd combination of visual and descriptive, with the cover sporting an image of a tall, curvaceous bombshell of a white-skinned draenei, her staggeringly big girlcock already rock-hard and pointing up, the woman’s legs spread a little to better show it off. Who cares about your cock when you have mine? the header boasted, and Lexy found herself silently nodding in agreement. It was a perversely psychological appeal, but already looking at the hung, hard alien woman had Lexy’s own small shaft starting to stiffen in her panties, creating a little tent that her skirt could not conceal.

“You get off on the sissy shame stuff, huh?” Nixa teased playfully, for a second anyway, before the realization started to dawn on her that she was the one with a collection of the entire magazine. Flipping past the cover to the next page showed more similar content -- two draenei women with simply gigantic girlcocks pressed into each other, oiled up and struggling not to slide past one another. Both of them were looking at the camera with seductive grins, one groping the other’s plump blue ass while the second teasingly massaged the first’s firm breast. So much hard cock between the two of us, the dialogue bubbles said before merging into another “belonging” to the other draenei. But we won’t fuck until we get a tight, cute little bottom like you.

Nixa cleared her throat awkwardly, licking her lips. “I mean, I just like it for the blue chicks is all. A-and I’m a collector, right? So the issues have a lot of value.” She shimmied up a little farther onto the couch, her purple skirt hiking up a bit as she did to show off those panties again, loading with her throbbing green boner as it struggled to get out. “Hey, elfy, you don’t mind if, I, um...?”

“Only if I can,” Lexy replied quickly, immediately embarrassed by how eagerly she’d answered. Rixa stifled a little giggle, but then nodded.

“On three? One... two... three....”

Both the elf and goblin didn’t waste and instant to wiggle out of their panties, both leaving their skirts on but hiked up enough so that they could easily access their small, stiff girlcocks. Rixa’s, it turned out, was of a proportionately decent size for her species, perhaps only a little smaller than Lexy’s own and equally hard from browsing through a couple pages of the magazine... the pictures, anyway. Sure, there were a few articles about how to properly lubricated for a huge dick, and how to dress so that hung, curvy beauties could know at a glance that you were the little sub slut they were looking for. The recommended attire was a bit extreme for day-to-day ensembles but Lexy and Rixa weren’t reading those anyway -- they were concentrating completely on the girls in the pages....

...When they weren’t stealing little glances at each other, anyway. Both girls shifted against each other, still intimately close so that they could both read the magazine and reaching down to lightly grab and stroke their own little cocks, trying to avoid eye contact as their gazes flicked between the pages of Playgurl and the slow, uneasy masturbation of the other. The next page was more blatantly pornographic -- which was saying something -- depicting a slim, redheaded human girl with a tiny, completely limp cock getting deeply anally rutted by the two draenei girls on the last page. Their position was similar as they pinned the human between them, both of those gigantic blue dicks wedged deeply into the poor freckled sissy’s tight back entrance, stretching her open. Tears of what could have been pain, pleasure, or easily both welled in the human’s eyes as she was taken.

Their eyes flicked back to each other, breathing audibly picking up in tempo as the two stroked themselves, now taking longer, firmer pumps along their small, throbbing girlcocks as they looked through the magazine. The next page included even more debauchery and naughtiness, though the themes tended to stay predictably specific, but that was fine. This was what they’d both -- Lexy in particular -- come for, and they were both getting closer and closer to making a mess of things.

Lexy unfastened a few buttons of her blouse, freeing one breast and gently toying with the piercing hanging from her nipple as she stroked her cock, relying on Nixa to keep turning the pages of the magazine. After a moment, though, even the goblin girl couldn’t keep her lust bottled up, the hand she was using to rub herself off dipping downward to pry carefully against the creamy green pucker of her anus, sliding one thick digit inside and shuddering with pleasure. This page of the comic showed a draenei and an orc woman spitroasting a slender gnome girl from either side, a little puddle of thin, weak cum starting to form beneath her from the repeated anal climaxes she’d been forced to endure.

“H-hey, elfy,” Nixa murmured, spreading her legs a little more, and pulling up her tee-shirt to reveal her own set of high, perky emerald tits. Her aching cock was flexing and wobbling from side to side, neglected now though close to blowing as the goblin girl fingerfucked herself. “Can you, um... can you give me a hand? Not that I’m, I mean, not that I’m trying to emulate the magazine or anything but I have a hard time getting off, if... y’know....” The look of snide superiority on her face had now faded to one of lustful desperation, and Lexy didn’t deny the request.

Leaning in a little closer to the goblin, Lexy kept fondling and teasing her own breast with her free hand, instead choosing to use the same hand for both cocks -- wrapping one leg around Nixa’s slim waist and pressing even closer into her so that both of their throbbing shafts were pressed against each other, the paladin’s hand winding around them both, squeezing them together and starting to stroke faster and faster, gritting her teeth as she fixed her eyes on the pages of the magazine, flooding her mind with kinky brainwashing even as it stimulated her with images of women who could put her in her place, easily handle her and drill her hard. Her panting picked up as her cock throbbed against Nixa’s, the feeling of warm, stiff flesh rubbing and pulsing against hers finally too much to bear, so hot that she let out a scream of climax.

It did cross her mind briefly that the magazine was valuable, but it certainly wouldn’t be anymore as both she and the bespectacled goblin girl released simultaneously, their dicks shooting off like tiny cannons as they splattered their pent-up loads across the pages, decorating the faces and bodies of the gorgeously-endowed alien women that filled them and leaving both girls a panting, whimpering, moaning mess.

“S-sorry about your magazine,” Lexy whispered huskily, catching her breath and letting out a little squeak as the goblin girl leaned in to gently nibble and tug at the elf’s lower lip.

“Don’t... worry about it...” she cooed back, stealing one small kiss and rolling her hips forward a little to slide her sticky shaft against Lexy’s. “I think I might have the perfect way you can pay me back.”