12: Churpo Zurduh…Marko Bogo (Chapter Twelve…Female Trouble)
Dulp waited on baited breath for his heartfelt plea to be heard—which it was, of course— but more importantly, he needed that plea to be understood so that it could be quickly and decisively acted upon.
Both Skippy and Gesine stared in wide-eyed surprise for a few seconds before Gesine broke the silence, and that breaking of silence did not quell Dulp’s fears one bit…No, the big human woman simply laughed long and loud, squeezing her eyes shut as she reached up and wiped tears from them.
Skippy smacked his forehead with his right hand and wiped that errant hand down his ugly face. Dulp figured the ugly little gob knew what had happened and what was currently going on, but how Skippy was going to handle it?…Dulp really hoped the White Skulls gob could pull through on this one.
“Jenny?” asked Skippy after a few more seconds.
He walked up to her, put his right arm around her feather-covered waist, and stopped her from stumbling along.
“Jenny?” asked Skippy again. “Are you all right?”
“Huwuzzah?” asked Jenny in a stupid daze.
“Huwuzzah?” was not a common Gob word, as it was not even a word in any language Dulp knew, which meant Jenny was thoroughly out of it.
Gesine quieted down her laughter and then took a moment to conjure forth a little crystal glass filled with cool, clear water. She walked over to the addled witch of Pingo Village, and at first, Dulp thought she was going to offer Jenny that water, but alas, no. The big human woman simply splashed that water directly onto Jenny’s feather-ringed face.
Jenny shook her head, blinked a couple of times, and then stared Skippy directly in his weird blue eyes.
“Skippy?” asked the witch.
“Oh, good,” smiled Skippy. “You’ve come back to us!”
“What?” asked Jenny. “I don’t remember what ha—”
She had started that sentence in confusion, but as her gaze shifted upon Gesine, her scarlet-ringed eyes widened at the sight of the young necromancer, and that sentence ended in a startled gasp.
Skippy held Jenny tightly to him as she struggled against him.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said quickly. “She’s on our side now. Gesine and I had a really good talk, and she’s no longer working for the Duke.”
“Wh…What?” stammered Jenny. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” said Skippy calmly. “She’s going back to the human city of Hafenstadt, and she’s going to work for the Academy there. She no longer wants to be a vampire…err…vampiress.”
Jenny narrowed her eyes at Gesine and then spoke her mind.
“Is that so?” she asked in a low voice.
Gesine grinned and shook her head in clear amusement as she raised both hands, palms up, in front of herself.
“It’s true,” she said in earnest reply. “I was feeling down about everything just a minute ago, even with Skippy’s encouragement, but you just brightened my whole month. I mean, let’s be honest, you just brightened my whole year!”
“What?” asked Jenny in clear audible confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“Umm, Jenny?” asked Skippy. “You should take a moment to look at yourself.”
Dulp had been quietly and subtly stepping backwards this entire time, hands up, palms out, just like Gesine was doing, because he did not want to be explodied once Jenny’s wrath came to bear.
Jenny looked down at herself, and Dulp watched in horror as Jenny’s own face blossomed with that same horror, reflections of the same emotion, though not for the same reason.
Skippy let go of her as the young witch reached up and felt the hen’s comb that made up her hair, and boy did her crimson-tinged eyes go wide as her mouth dropped open in a round “O.” That look of shock, however, changed to pure straight-up rage, and that look nearly caused Dulp to soil his trousers.
That truly terrifying look was quite clear due to the lantern light of the North Quarter, because every gob had his lantern lit on the outside of his hutch right now, as did every bogo within the South Quarter, because though it was evening, goblins in general weren’t like other races…No respectable gob got up at the butt crack of dawn. Even the bogos stayed up late, though what they did during this time Dulp did not know, nor did he wish to.
This was why, of course, he should have known better when all the lantern lights had been off during Rush Time, because that should have been a giant red flag at the time, but considering every gob had been freaked out because of an extra Rush Time, that thought had never crossed any of their minds during that time.
Nevertheless, it was the shadows of the flickering lantern light that really magnified the pure rage and fury set within Jenny’s weird crimson-ringed eyes, and that’s what nearly scared Dulp to death.
“Those two!” hissed Jenny in a vocal fury.
Skippy’s Field Notes #51:
The gobs of Pingo Village follow a clear pecking order, with the Chief being at the top of that pyramid. Yes, the gobs do have their friends, and there are some rivalries, but for the most part, they get along, mainly on account of being united in staying off of the Chief’s bad side and taking the occasional time to work together to irritate the one-eyed leader of Pingo.
Dulp has told me that there is a definite brotherhood when it comes to dealing with the bogos, but that “brotherhood” evaporates as soon as Rush Time occurs. They can and will sell out other gobs in order to defend themselves from “the true horror of Rush Time.”
The bogos however?…They are a completely different story.
It’s true that Old Matron Bogo leads the bogos, but there’s only so much she can do to control them.
You see, the bogos naturally gel into cliques, and these cliques have intense rivalries to the point of serious cruelty at times. Lyga and Xenon are in their own little “leader clique,” as they pretty much run the South Quarter. Tall Sally and Akira the Blade are the two others in that clique, directly below Lyga and Xenon, and collectively they are known as “the Four Bad Arses,” and together, they cause serious trouble for the other cliques.
Now, Curly Shirley, the JoJos, and Sexy Allie Jenkins are in another clique, and they cause their own trouble of a different type. Jenny calls them “the Dress Ups.” They’re more like a social club than anything else, and their trouble centers around gossip, but I suppose this type of gab-play is something all females are versed in, or at least, well-acquainted in knowledge, if not in practice.
“The Rough and Rowdies” is the next clique, and that would be Jamie P. McGillicuddy, Olga the Grip, and Maria Consuela Alejandra De León-Hernández, the “tomboys” of the village. These three like to fight in the fisticuffs sense, and they’ve been known to even pick fights with “the Four Bad Arses,” though they rarely win those fights.
Last and very definitely least, there are “the Dorks,” who are Fat Mary and Plain Jane. These two are the best of friends, though Jenny suspects this is mainly out of a sense of survival, because they are picked on the most. Fat Mary is regularly insulted, and Plain Jane has been stripped and used as a naked target for mudballs many a time, as “mudslinging” means something completely different here in Pingo than it does for the more civilized races, as it is taken in a literal sense here rather than a political one.
Here’s the sad part, though. All of these cliques have one thing in common: They all hate Jenny. Jenny is the most despised bogo in the village, or for that matter, the most despised goblin in Pingo, but unlike how everyone picks on Plain Jane, no one but “the Four Bad Arses” messes with Jenny, as everyone else is terrified of her.
Only Jamie P. McGillicuddy and Plain Jane have been known to visit Jenny, but Jane is just being friendly and somewhat academic. Jenny tells me they like to talk about magic and its many applications.
However, Jamie’s reasons are…err…I’m not sure. Jenny has told me she has repeatedly turned down Jamie’s “advances,” though what “advances” those may be, I have no idea. I know Jamie likes to give Jenny massages, which Jenny reluctantly accepts because she feels bad for Jamie, but I don’t know why she would feel bad for someone who clearly has a higher social status than herself…
Anyway, Jenny said that after these massages, Jamie goes back to her own hutch and engages in “playing her own instrument.” I asked if Jamie plays wind instruments or percussion instruments, but Jenny told me it’s more like “strumming a lute.”
She told me it would be similar to me “beating my meat.” I have tenderized a good slice of steak for Mother in my day, but I never thought of that chore as playing any kind of a musical instrument…
Hrmm…Just exactly what kind of lute does Jamie play?…It’s probably goblin made, whatever it is. The bogos are handy in a crafting sense, if anything.
I sense Jenny had some kind of hidden meaning there, but what that may be?…I don’t know.
I guess I’ll have to find out!
Doggone, I’ve used a lot of ink on this entry. I really had a lot to say. The bogos are fascinating; I’ll tell you what!
S.P.W.
“What two?” asked Gesine in no small interest.
There was a fire in her eyes that hinted at some kind of trauma, but there was also that definitive interest that held females of all sorts to this kind of drama and gossip…Yet another reason Dulp did not like to interact with the more violent, lustier sex.
Well, Jenny must have forgotten who she was talking to, because she just flat out answered Gesine, which surprised Dulp to some extent. Jenny had to be really mad, so the temperature of the situation was definitely rising.
“Lyga and Xenon!” spat Jenny. “Oh, I’m going to get them good!…I’ve been patient, and I’ve even been accommodating, but it’s clear they’re not going to come around until they get taught a lesson…
“I don’t care what Old Matron Bogo says…I’m finally going to teach them that lesson! They embarrassed me in front of Skippy, and that is unforgivable!”
“Wait, what?” asked Skippy in very visible and audible surprise.
Jenny’s cheeks turned red as she gave Skippy an awkward smile.
“Oh, heh, heh,” she said quickly. “I…uhh…m…meant, they embarrassed me in front of everyone…Yeah, that’s what I meant…”
“Oh…” said Skippy in slight confusion.
“So Lyga and Xenon, huh?” asked Gesine. “Are they those two who wear the armor with the boob cups?…I do pay attention to names at times.”
“Yeah, that’s them,” nodded Dulp. “Still don’t understand why they have to have the boobie cups, though…So ridiculous…”
The other three turned and looked at Dulp as if seeing him for the first time, so Dulp shrank in on himself, as this was an automatic response to being eyed by both scary female sorceressy-types at the same time.
“If you want some payback, I can help with that,” said Gesine with a grim smile.
“Why would you want to help me?” asked Jenny. “You tried to pull me apart a few minutes ago!”
“Water under the bridge,” waved off Gesine. “Skippy really did show me the error of my ways…Besides, you and I have something in common.”
“And what’s that?” asked Jenny warily.
“I know what it’s like to get bullied a lot,” frowned Gesine.
“Yeah,” said Jenny unhappily.
“She really has changed, Jenny,” said Skippy. “I was about to write a letter of recommendation for Gesine so that she could get a position at the Academy as the new Defense against the Duke’s Arts professor. I have some pull with the Academy.”
“I think you told me that,” said Jenny. “That you had some pull. Still, it seems strange and a little suspicious that you—Gesine, is it?—that you would just up and do a 180 on the Duke like that.”
How any gob could have any kind of “pull” with one of those weenie schooling places in a human city was beyond Dulp, but Jenny was right about being suspicious of Gesine. Heckens, just one of the big human female’s boobies was almost as big as Dulp’s entire head!
“Can’t trust a female with huge boobies…” muttered Dulp.
The other three turned to eye Dulp yet again. Dulp felt a heat rise on the skin of his cheeks, so he wisely shut his mouth and pretended as if he’d said, heard, and seen nothing, mostly by scratching his head, staring in no particular direction, and whistling as if he had, in fact, said, heard, and seen nothing.
His ploy worked, so they ignored him and got back to their own conversation.
“I can’t go back to the Duke,” sighed Gesine. “I failed to take the village, and the Duke does not accept failure, so…I’d rather not be spitted and roasted over an open flame.”
“They do that?” asked Jenny in slight horror. “I mean, the Duke does that?”
“Oh, that would be if I was lucky,” shrugged Gesine. “Well, normally he just cuts off people’s arms and legs, pikes them up their bums, and lets gravity do its work. I hear it’s one of the worst ways to go. At least if you’re spitted first, it’s quick, if not really painful.”
“That is so…so…ugh…” said Jenny slowly as she made a disgusted face.
“I know,” frowned Gesine. “I’ve seen it before…Anyway, I really am looking forward to teaching a real class at the Academy. It sure beats teaching those ungrateful little brats over in Flussebenen…
“Whatever the case, I just want to be respected for once, and I thought I could get that as a vampiress, but Skippy’s right about that…He’s pretty much right about everything. Being a vampiress would instill fear, not inspire respect, and what I really want is recognition for my talents, for people to love me for who I am, not for making people quake in their boots.”
“Well, right now I want a couple of little cherry bombs to quake in their bearstrips,” said Jenny angrily. “Those two have it coming. I just need my staff.”
“I’ll get it,” said Gesine.
The big human woman waved her right hand, and Jenny’s staff appeared out of the dark of night to fly right into Gesine’s left hand.
“Show me what you can do,” she said as she handed the magical wooden focus back to Jenny.
“Oh, I will,” said Jenny with a wicked grin. “However, I’m going to grab my clothes first.”
“You’re going to put on your clothes while covered in all of that?” asked Gesine as she waved her left hand over the whole of Jenny’s feather-covered figure.
“No,” said Jenny quickly. “I know what I’m doing. Just trust me. I’ll be right back with a dress and some bearstrips.”
“Okay,” shrugged Gesine.
Jenny waved her groundhog-skull staff, a portal of darkness opened in the air before her, she stepped through that portal, and then she was gone.
“That’s an interesting trick she’s got there,” said Gesine.
“Really?” asked Skippy. “You mean you can’t do that?”
“No,” snorted Gesine. “I don’t know every spell ever, Skippy.”
“Oh,” said Skippy sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” said Gesine as she waved him off. “There are different schools of magic, you know. There are even different specialties amongst the same schools of magic…I practice necromancy, and your little witch friend clearly practices shadow magic. I know a little bit of shadow magic, but I don’t specialize in it. You of all people should know that, Skippy.”
“Yeah,” said Skippy with a nervous chuckle. “I knew that. I don’t what I was thinking.”
Dulp shook his head in mild disgust. He wanted nothing to do with magic. Practicing magic was just begging for the wrath of the Great Gob. No gob worth his salt spent that much time on “reading” and “learning.” No, the best gobs spent all their time on sleeping, eating, and nicking stuff, like all faithful gobs should.
“Yeah, both necromancy and shadow magic are considered ‘evil’ by the majority of the public, but that’s just ignorant peasants talking,” said Gesine. “Now summoning demons?…That’s evil.”
“What about summoning zombies and skeletons and things like that?” asked Skippy. “I thought that was evil.”
“The undead are inherently evil to an extent, but they follow orders a lot better than a demon, so it’s kind of a grey territory,” explained Gesine. “Besides, lower-order undead like zombies and skeletons are more like tools than like…oh…unleashing real evil on the world. A demon is an untrustworthy servant, but a zombie or a skeleton is completely loyal and will never turn on you, so the ‘evil’ bit has more to do with the caster than the spell.”
“Ah,” said Skippy. “What about vampires then?”
“Vampires are more in the demon territory,” said Gesine. “Once you start getting higher up the undead chain, the spirits you summon become more and more dangerous and unpredictable…not that you can summon a vampire. They’re usually too powerful. Some necromancers can do it, but then you anger the vampire you controlled, and they don’t forget. They’re pretty vengeful.”
“Huh,” said Skippy thoughtfully. “I didn’t know any of that, Gesine.”
“How?” asked Gesine in audible surprise. “I thought you were super studious.”
“I was…I am,” explained Skippy. “I just spent all of my time studying bogo…uhh…ahem…goblins and their kin.”
“Oh, so you specialized,” said Gesine. “I understand. That’s what I did with necromancy.”
If they were going to talk any more shop, that never occurred. No, they were interrupted by a portal of darkness appearing before them, and then Jenny stepped through that portal.
The portal closed, and Jenny took a moment to hand a black dress and a couple of bogo bearstrips to Dulp. Dulp reluctantly took them, mainly because there was no way in Heckens he was going to tell the terrifying witch “no.”
“Dulp, you hold these until I need them,” she said firmly. “You’ll know when to hand them to me…I guarantee I won’t have to say a word.”
“Okaaaay,” said Dulp nervously.
He had no idea what Jenny was planning, but whatever it was, it was going to be completely horrifying and traumatizing, something he would probably need therapy for later on, but considering there were no goblin therapists and therapy hadn’t even been invented yet, the likelihood of him receiving said therapy was slim to none.
“All right, everyone!” said Jenny in a commanding tone. “It’s off to the South Quarter!…That includes you, Dulp.”
“Wait, what!” said Dulp in a panic. “Why do I have to go!”
“Because I need you for this,” frowned Jenny. “Plus, you have my clothes.”
“Can’t you just—” whined Dulp.
He never got to finish his whine. Jenny waved her groundhog-skull staff, and the world became enveloped in complete darkness. He couldn’t see for a few seconds, and everything got suuuuper-duper cold for those few seconds, and then he found himself in the South Quarter’s “square,” or the gathering place in the center of the quarter.
Of course, this meant Jenny had teleported him without his permission, but that was neither here nor there. What mattered was that he was now screwed, because there were bogos all around him and staring at him, the roughest one being Xenon, who was staring him down like he was an insect she was about to squash.
Currently, Xenon wasn’t wearing her battle armor; she was wearing her normal everyday clothes, those clothes consisting of a long-sleeved brown shirt, brown breeches, and bear strips. This was the kind of thing she normally wore…The armor was only for battle, so she had obviously removed that armor the moment she’d gotten back into the South Quarter, probably right after she and Lyga had “chickened up” Jenny.
Of course, none of that mattered right now, because Xenon did not look like she was in the mood to deal with him, and honestly, Dulp wasn’t in the mood to deal with her, so it looked like running (for him, anyway) was going to be on the menu very soon.
“Dulp?” asked Xenon. “How in the Heckens did you get here?”
Three dark portals opened up around Dulp as Jenny, Gesine, and Skippy stepped through them.
Xenon’s dark eyes widened as she looked over Jenny, and then the fierce bogo warrior princess started laughing her head off. In fact, all of the bogos currently in the square started laughing, and this caused Jenny’s green cheeks to burnish a nice shade of red.
“Shut up!” said Jenny angrily. “You and Lyga did this to me, Xenon! Where is she!…I’m going to kick her big green butt once I’m done with you!”
Xenon shook her head no and grinned.
“You couldn’t punch your way out of a paper bag when it’s raining,” snorted the fierce bogo. “Ooooh, I’m sooooo scaaared! The little witch is going to cast her oobey-doobey magic at me!…I don’t have any walnuts to set on fire, Jenny. Go take your party somewhere else.”
“Oh, I’d listen to her, Xenon,” came a familiar voice with a familiar accent.
Dulp turned to view Jamie P. McGillicuddy walking up to them. The strange bogo was dressed in her usual, a long-sleeved white button up, brown trousers with suspenders, and a brown bowler hat on her head. She had black shortcut hair like a human boy, but she had the top of her shirt unbuttoned to show off the tops of her shamrock-colored boobies…
Dulp never had understood why she dressed like that. He also never understood why she talked with a funny accent, but whatever. Everybody knew bogos were crazy in a bottle anyway, so her strange look and accent kind of made sense when you thought about it.
“Stay out of this, Jamie,” growled Xenon.
“Why?” asked the eccentric bogo. “I and me good friend Maria watched as you and Lyga coated Jenny with those feathers. You didn’t notice us because you and Lyga were too busy laughing your shiny butts off.”
“So?” asked Xenon. “So what if we did? What are you gonna do about it? I’ve kicked your butt before, and I’ll do it again. For a boxer, you’re more like the bag anyway.”
“Now, that’s uncalled for,” grimaced Jamie. “As a matter of fact, if you must know, I’m not gonna do a thing, because I don’t have to. You’ve riled Jenny, and I know Jenny quite well, so underestimating her is about to make me day, and it’s not like you don’t have it comin’ to ya. You should apologize to her.”
“Oh, please,” sneered Xenon. “I’m not apologizing to that freak!…And I can kick your butt blindfolded…and that goes double for you, witch. I’m going to whip you good! Do you hear me!”
Jamie sighed and gave Jenny a hard look.
“Jenny?” she asked.
“Yes, Jamie?” asked Jenny in earnest reply.
“It’s clear she’s not gonna learn,” stated Jamie. “Kick her shiny butt for me, will ya?”
“As Skippy would say…” smiled Jenny, “Ab…so…lutely!”
Jenny waved her staff, a portal of darkness appeared above Xenon, and Xenon’s clothes, those clothes consisting of the aforementioned long-sleeved brown shirt, brown breeches, and bear strips, ripped right off of her body as they were sucked up into the black portal. That portal disappeared, and that was the end of Xenon’s current ensemble of fashionable bogo-wear.
Xenon stood there buck naked for a moment, and then she shrieked as she realized she was naked. She covered herself with her hands as best she could, not that it mattered, because she had stood there long enough without doing anything for everyone to get a good hard look anyway.
Dulp resisted the urge to turn away, because Xenon was Burto’s personal tormentor, so to see her naked in front of everyone was going to make Burto happy, and Dulp’s best friend was never going to believe this story unless Dulp pointed out some details that only Burto would know, because Xenon only ever took Burto during Rush Time; she never took anyone else, and Burto had been itching for some payback for quite some time.
Honestly, Dulp didn’t notice anything particularly special about Xenon other than that her nipples were black, not dark-green like Lyga’s, but otherwise, they both had the same parts, so it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen those before; it was just that, in general, he could live his entire life through without seeing female parts again, but he supposed describing the right color of Xenon’s nipples was good enough to convince Burto that he had, in fact, seen the bogo warrior princess in the buff.
“Give me back my clothes!” screeched Xenon.
“Skippy, get behind me for a second,” ordered Jenny. “I don’t want you seeing me from the front.”
Whatever that strange statement meant was irrelevant, because the ugly yet oddly-grinning little gob stepped behind Jenny without question, but Dulp did notice that Skippy’s locked-on view of a very naked Xenon was not compromised in any way, shape, or form.
“Give me back my clothes, Jenny!” screeched Xenon yet again. “Give them back right now!”
“I’ll give you something better,” said Jenny flatly. “Transportas Accurus Bindukai!”
She waved her staff, and all of the feathers and sticky oil on her body flew off of her. That oil and those white and brown feathers then stuck to Xenon’s bare skin, coating her in much the same way Jenny had been coated. It was Xenon who now looked like a giant chicken, her dark hair done up in a stiff hen’s comb, and it was now Jenny who was buck naked in the middle of the South Quarter square.
Dulp averted his eyes from Jenny’s nude form in order to avoid certain death. This was clearly the moment she’d been talking about when she had mentioned he would know when the time was right, and the time was most certainly right to hand the naked witch her dress and bearstrips, so Dulp stared at the ground as he walked forward until he could see Jenny’s bare legs and feet above the dirt she was standing on.
“Here, take them!” he said in a verbal panic. “For the love of the Great Gob, put these on!”
Jenny slipped on her dress and then took a moment to slide on her bearstrips. She then pointed her staff at Xenon and laughed. Jamie followed suit, and then Gesine started laughing, and then everyone else in the South Quarter square started laughing as well, all of them laughing at, not with, the fierce bogo warrior princess.
Xenon, of course, only took a moment to figure out what had happened. She looked down at the feathers covering her, stared around at the laughing bogos all around her, felt with her hands the stiff comb of hair and feathers upon her head, and then she did something Dulp had never thought any bogo would do, especially Xenon, especially Xenon, and that was burst into tears, and those tears were accompanied by loud wailing sobs.
“I’m telling on you, Jenny!” she cried out. “I’m telling Old Matron Bogo! You’re in trouble! You’re in big trouble now!”
She ran off after that, sobbing while screeching with rage, and as soon as she was gone, the crowd’s laughter died down until it petered out altogether.
“Are you going to get in trouble for this, Jenny?” asked Skippy.
“Oh, yeah,” said Jenny with a nod. “I’m going to be cleaning the cauldrons and the rims of the murderholes for at least a month after this, maybe two. Even so, it was worth it. That’s why we have to find Lyga now before it’s too late. I don’t want Old Matron Bogo putting a stop to this just yet.”
“This is too much!” whined Dulp. “Oh, I really need to get out of here!”
“You can’t,” said Jenny firmly. “I told you, I need you for this, Dulp, specifically you. You’re going to be the one to deal with Lyga.”
“Like Heckens I am!” protested Dulp.
He preferred his walnuts uncrushed.
“You will, or I’ll hand you over to Lyga right now,” scowled Jenny. “I’ll tell her you helped me get revenge on Xenon.”
Dulp took a gulp and shook his head no. It looked like this was the end for him no matter what he chose to do, so the choice was clear: He was going to have to follow through with Lyga’s “punishment,” because if he was going to die, at least he would die after seeing Pingo Village’s only witch humiliate his abusive other half.
“Okay, okay,” he said quickly. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Yeah, I have to see this,” chuckled Gesine.
Jenny turned and gave Skippy a wide grin to rival Skippy’s own wide grin.
“Did I give you a show, Skippy?” she giggled. “Did you like my bare bottom?”
Skippy grinned even wider and nodded his head so vigorously that Dulp entertained the fleeting thought that the ugly little gob’s head was going to snap right off his ugly little gob neck…It was clear Skippy had suffered brain damage from seeing the full uncut glory of Jenny’s naked backside…
There went Skippy’s recommendation to the White Skulls for Dulp’s own entry into the notorious clan…Oh, well. Easy come, easy go.
Skippy’s Field Notes #52:
So, I must say, a naked Xenon was a sight…to…be…hold. Holy Mother Bogo, was she hot! Normally, I have to refrain in my writings from making such comments, but Xenon is an athletically-sculpted, perfectly-toned, goddess of a female, and her…just…hotness…nearly gave me a heart attack. Sexual relations with her must be every young gob’s dream…
Oh, my good glory!
I will say she has jet black nipples, like pitch black, like the color of a starless night, like as black as the bottom of the ocean, like as black as…as…You get my point. Make no mistake, however, her nipples were absolutely gorgeous…I’ve just never seen such an exotic color on a living being before…I wonder how many different colors are out there for bogo…uhh…err…goblins in general when it comes to their private parts…Curious indeed.
At any rate, what I was trying to say was that Xenon is hotter than a bonfire, has fantastic pitch-black nipples, and will be the subject of several sketches of mine come nightfall when I’m back at Dulp’s hutch…for posterity, of course.
Incidentally, speaking of sketches, Jenny’s naked bottom, back, and the backs of her bare legs?…I nearly died from how hot she is too! Her bottom makes me drool…err…uhh…Maybe that’s a little too forward, but I can’t help it. She is just soooooo gorgeous…and hot…Did I mention she was hot?
Talk about the most productive day I’ve had in a long time! Such incredible lusciousness revealed to me from two separate bogos in one day!…I have a lot of sketching to do.
When I think about it for half a second, this research project is my dream job.
As for answering Jenny’s question?…Did I like her bare bottom? My answer is and always will be a Great Gob, yes! I can’t imagine a finer and more rounded bottom than the one possessed by Jenny Crazy Eyes, though I must admit that I didn’t get to see Xenon from the back…
I suppose I can make a thorough inspection of every adult bogo within child-bearing age at a later date, and then I can prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that Jenny has the best bottom in all of Pingo Village.
Such a quest, the Quest of the Bare Bottoms, is a most, if not THE most, noble and honorable one I could go on, I think.
S.P.W.
“Okay, everybody,” said Jenny after a few more seconds of giggling. “We have to find Lyga before I run out of time. Have you seen her, Jamie?”
“I don’t know,” shrugged Jamie. “I’ve been with me good friend Maria sharing a nip a the spirits when we just happened to part right before I entered the square…I’m sorry. I ‘aven’t seen ’er since the featherin’ of ya.”
Jenny appeared to want to say something, but she was interrupted by a new bogo, this one a younger bogo who was barely into her adolescence, a younger bogo that Dulp was, unfortunately, all too familiar with.
This young bogo was in a blue dress with a white skirt, and she had a very pretty face, one very reminiscent of the so-called “Queen of the Bogos,” one very reminiscent, in fact, of Pingo’s own Hippolyga.
“Dad!” came the young bogo’s voice. “What are you doing here!”
Goblins in the Mist: Chapter Twelve Copyright © 2025 bloodytwine.com Matthew L. Marlott
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