Academy Days: Mechanist’s Club – 7 [❤️❤️]

The problem with building a kickass giant robot with potion missiles, ritual-enforced harmonic resonance, and rocket fists is that when you have another idea to add to it. Sure, all that crap is fun…but what if the kickass giant robot could fly?

Levitation rings are simple enough on airships. The ring is installed around the hull, it provides lift, the air moving through the ring improves propulsion, bada-bing, you’ve got an airship you can stuff full of knights to go fight monsters or whatever.

On a giant robot, though, there’s not really a spot you can reliably put it without interfering with the robot’s motions. Not to mention the lift required to feasibly move thirty tons of steel without warping the chassis out of shape.

But Thursday had a point about planning for future iterations; Figure it out now so you won’t have to rebuild from the ground up when you inevitably find the right alloy to fly. Which is why you’re building a minimalist levitation ring to model out some design theories.

“No, no, no! Left! Left, you hear me?!” You wave your wrench around as Bumble and Grumble inch the levitation ring onto the rig.

You are Lightspeed, president of the arcanomechanist club. Most of the club is out today, so you only have these four working with you.

“Snik?! What the frick are you doing?! Keep the damn rig steady or—Great! Tumble, help him out! Bumble, Grumble, to the right now! Thursday, keep those chains steady!”

The triplets try not to stare at Thursday as the buff man flexes his arms, keeping the inactive levitation ring and the pilot rig in the air through the chains and pulley system you had them set up. The rig is made of an osmium alloy to simulate the estimated weight and torque the ring will have to carry when it’s mounted on the actual robot. As for the ring…Levitation rings are a decent piece of arcanomech, one that you’ve improved on with a little bit of good ol’ goblin ritualism. Circles so it’s sacrificing thermal energy for more speed, a splash of intensification reagents, and a binding promise ritual for more power…in exchange for never touching the ground.

In short, you’re making a levitation ring several magnitudes stronger (proportionally) than those holding up the finest airships in Prillia. And the only difference anyone would spot would be a cooler thermal signature.

Not even by much, only around a fifth lower than the average.

“Huuurgh! How much longer, boss?”

Thursday’s growl of effort stirs something in you. Like all sentiments that slow you down, you get rid of it, toss it in the wastebin of your mind. If it can be used to make you a better engineer, you’d have kept it as fuel. Because Lightspeed doesn’t slow down for anything.

“A little longer.” You angle the crane closer to your struggling goblins. “They’re still a couple millimeters off.”

“Millimeters?” Grumble whines.

“Hey!” You lob a towel at her. “That’ll be a couple centimeters in the real thing! A 0.12% variance of effectiveness!”

“Ah don’t think that’s all that much.” A voice calls from below.

What the? Who’s invading your club space?!

Leaning by the door is a familiar blonde dwarf. Jackie offers you a pained smile, flinching as she shifts her arm. Damn, that looks broken as hell. Shit, a 0.12% variance will have to do for now.

“Lock it in girls, and Thursday.” They slot the levitation ring onto the rig. “And Snik.”

You bring the crane down and hop the guardrail to get to Jackie, ignoring Snik’s dejected expression. The little guy has been so moody lately!

“What the hell are you doing here with a broken arm? Shouldn’t you get that fixed at a hospital or something?”

“Yeah…Ah’ve got mah reasons.” She rubs her arm with a wince. “Ah was hopin’ you could help out?”

“Dumbass.” You growl and clasp your forehead. “Triplets, grab the first aid kit. Snik, some water. Thursday…damn it, drop those chains already and make sure her bone is set.”

Your crew runs off to complete your instructions. Jackie squints at Thursday as he lets go of the chains with a relieved breath, then lumbers over to check her over. The dwarf almost flinches as his massive finger wrap around her arm, but she quickly realizes his touch a lot more delicate than he looks.

“A clean break.” He scratches his beard. “What did this?”

“Never you mind.” She snaps and pulls her arm back, face pinched in agony.

“Hey!” You flick her forehead. “What’s your deal? He’s trying to help you!”

“Ah…don’t wanna talk ‘bout it none.”

The triplets hurry back with bandages and a healing potion. Jackie sips the water Snik offered and sets her jaw as you tap your foot expectantly. She thinks she’s stubborn? Please, try dealing with six rambunctious younger brothers.

“Jackie.” You cross your arms and growl. “Thursday is trained in first aid. You don’t want the potion to heal your arm wrong, right?”

“Ah’m sure he says he’s trained.” She narrows her eyes up at the man. “But I know people like ‘im. I can tell a liar when I see one.”

She spits the word out so venomously that Thursday flinches.

“Thursday is a lot of things. A bit of an oaf, thick in the head, and kind of a pushover—” Thursday opens his mouth to say something, only for your pink eyes to bore into him and he shuts it. “But he’s never lied about his skills.”

“Thanks boss!” Thursday beams.

“Whatever.” Jackie looks between you and shakes her head with a big sigh. “All of y’all are so enamored with them liars. Moonswallow with Solstice. Norman with Equinox. Heck, even Prudence is wrapped so tightly around that Monday’s finger she’s twisting herself into shapes to keep her happy.”

“Monday?” Grumble scoffs. “She’s a bitch, forget her.”

“Thursday’s gentle.” Snik nods his head vigorously. “Promise.”

Bumble whispers something to Tumble and they giggle. Jackie rolls her eyes and reluctantly offers her arm to Thursday. He shifts her arm around and nods, the dwarf drinking the healing potion to heal the break. She bites her lip and lets out a sigh of relief when the magic finishes its work.

“So what are y’all up to?” She shakes her arm about and clenches her fist, testing her motions. “And where are all your other clubmates?”

“Oh, they’re out drinking with Thursday’s frat.” You smirk as Thursday’s eyes widen in surprise.

If you’d told him earlier, he wouldn’t have stuck around to help, would he? Well, maybe…then again, he’s weirdly cagey about his fraternity.

“Huh?!” Thursday jumps to his feet, grunting as he knocks his head against a sheet of steel. “Ow! I thought you said they were making friends?”

Glimmer let it slip that she, Ziki, and Sippy went to check them out. Apparently, they’re all right. They’re helping Thursday make the alcohol he passes around. And what the heck, final exams are right around the corner. You know you can be a hardass sometimes; Let them have a little fun!

“Yeah, with your frat brothers.” You shrug. “Who knows…maybe someone will find themselves a boyfriend.”

“I gotta go.” Thursday runs off like he’s got a rocket up his butt.

You cackle as he bolts out the door. You imagine it’d be like introducing your own brothers to the club. With your graduation coming up, they’ll be visiting soon. And if the girls are too busy partying it up with a bunch of humans that can hardly hold their liquor…well, all the better they keep their mitts off your brothers. You’re willing to help them out, but dating your brothers? Not a chance!

“Uh, boss?” Snik shuffles in place. “Sorry we can’t help you test it out, but—”

“Sure, sure.” You wave him off. “Bring back some of his finer liquors, and we’re good.”

“Kaythanks!” Snik and the triplets rush after him.

You chuckle and shake your head. Scamps.

“Not really hidin’ the alcohol from me, eh?” Jackie tries to appear stern.

Too bad she’s easier to read than a Gerhair instruction manual. If anything, Jackie appreciates how open you are with her. Speaking of…

“Hey!” You hit her in the arm and she recoils. Her arm is still sore, good! “Whut was that fer?!”

“’Cause you still didn’t tell me how you got hurt, or why you can’t go to an actual healer?”

“’T ain’t none of your business.” She huffs, narrowly dodging when you try to slap her arm again. “Stop, dangum it!”

It’s funny how her accent gets stronger the more panicked she is. It’s especially funny to chase her around as she struggles to deal with the blowback of the healing potion. She may be stronger than you, but you’re lithe and fast, so you corner her underneath your model ring, then tackle her to the ground. You put your knees on her arms, careful to avoid the one that’s still recovering, and straddle her.

You stare down at her and grin. She looks away with a huff, blowing her blonde hair out of her face. You cross your arms and wait.

Minutes go by.

Finally, she breaks.

“Fine, fine.” She grimaces. “Ah broke it ‘cause I got ambushed by some folks. Turns out, underground duelin’ has got people playin’ dirty.”

Shit. Yeah, you wouldn’t tell anyone you got jumped either. She’s still holding something back, though. You keep looking at her expectantly.

“And I didn’t go to the hospital ‘cause Ah’ve got a nosy family. Nosy, influential family that I don’t want nothin’ to do with.” She struggles a bit and gives you a deadpan stare. “Can ya get off now?”

“See? Was that so hard?” You help her up. “Dunderhead.”

“Greasemonkey.” She returns your grin.

You kick open the nearby trunk and press a button, a chilled beer dispensing from the secret compartment. Jackie takes you up on your offer and you sip on the bottles as you chat. She doesn’t talk much about her family, and you get the impression it’s more than about her aunt who ‘sold out’. Navigating that whole mess of feelings is a bit much for you, far more complicated than rituals, alchemy, and engineering interacting with one another.

So you tell her about your team. Your oldest, most loyal friend, Glimmer. Clever little Snik. Sippy, Ziki, the triplets, all the others. You really try to get it across that Thursday is a decent guy.

She isn’t having it.

Eh, whatever. Some people don’t vibe well.

You and Jackie kinda click, though. Dunno, must be because you find some kindred competitive spirit. In fact, when she asks you about your model levitation ring, she doesn’t doubt for a second that you could use it to fly across Camelot in thirty seconds flat.

Instead, she asks you the question that sets your heart going a million miles a minute.

“Think you can beat me in a streetrace?”

“Hells yes.”

A little bit later, you’re strapped to the rig and Jackie is twirling her staff around. Glimmer’s probably going to give you an earful for testing out the model without anybody else around. But nobody ever slows Lightspeed down.

“Three.” Jackie gets into position.

“Two.” You rev up your levring, arcane power thrumming exponentially through the core.

“One…” You say together.

“GO!!!”

Jackie slams her staff on the ground, the silent spell she’d been preparing catapulting her down the street. You push the throttle and the ring whines for a second, then jets after her. You barrel northeast, the lev-ring intensifying and pulling your face back in a wicked grin as the feedback loop increases your speed. You zoom past Jackie, but have to slow down at the first turn to avoid the trolley in time. Jackie commands a tree to swing her around the corner and overtakes you, ignoring the screams of the pedestrians as you fly overhead.

You cackle. She wants to play? You lower yourself horizontally onto the rig, the aerodynamics and the ring’s feedback loop feeding into each other accelerate you exponentially. Jackie swings her staff to command blocks out of buildings, kicking off each one like a muscle and magic powered gauss rifle.

You’re so taken by the absolute bullshit awesomeness, you don’t notice the pane of glass being carried across the road.

“Shit!” You barrel roll around the street, clipping the tip of the glass and shattering it into a thousand pieces. “Damn variance!”

“Sure it ain’t a skill issue?!” Jackie crows, flipping over the panicking glass-bearers and gaining the lead, controlling a pair of stone gargoyles to leap of their perches and throw her like a fastball.

“Screw you!”

Even while racing, your mind blossoms with ideas. The exponential air flow is kickass, but scaffolding your robot in front of it would reduce the efficacy by at least eighty percent. You need to come up with some way to increase it! This speed! It’s perfect!~

Jackie is talented, that’s for sure. She launches herself further with every stone, swings about using every sprig of greenery around. But when on the final stretch in the open street? Nothing can beat your machines.

You maximize the throttle and zoom past her, reaching the campus square in a resounding sonic boom.

Shattering every single window within five blocks.

You flip the lev-ring in a loop-de-loop and bleed off your momentum, floating to a stop before an exhausted Jackie. You jump off your rig and shake your fist in victory. At the heavens, at the Outer God, at Grand Matron Booba, at Kwach’ue, at physics itself!

“HAHA YES!”

You are the fastest!

“Ah gotta say, Lightspeed.” Jackie struggles to catch her breath. “‘T’was a hard race. You earned that win.” She frowns and points over her shoulder. “Is that funny little ball supposed to be login’ your informatics or whatever?”

Funny little ball? Hey, there’s one over her shoulder, too!

ZAP

You blink. You’re not outside anymore. In fact, neither is Jackie. You’re both sitting in a swanky office, and for some reason, you don’t want to get out.

“Did Ah jus’ get teleported?”

“Yes.” A voice grumbles over your shoulders.

A gaunt human in robes walks around you to sit at his desk. He cradles his head and plops an aspirin the size of your fist into a pitcher of water. The Dean of Magical Studies leans back into his chair and steeples his hands, taking a couple deep breaths as the water sizzles next to him.

He pours himself a glass. Sips, then drops another aspirin into the pitcher.

“Do you know,” Dean Sher’khan’s eyes bore into you, “How much all those windows cost?”

You meet Jackie’s terrified gaze. You really stepped in it now.

Dean Sher’khan lays into you both. Something about historical buildings, mass panic in the streets, wanton use of earth and plant magic on critical infrastructure…actually, you know all about the damage you cause, because the Dean shoved that information into your mind so forcefully you meekly asked for a glass of his water.

Then he lays into you some more.

Shit’s fucked.

You’ve never had someone yelling at you in your own mind, let alone shoving other people’s memories of the chaos you caused to let the guilt simmer in. Face red, he turns on Jackie.

“Don’t expect your aunt to bail you out of this, Miss Mithr—”

“Just, Jackie!” She blurts out. “Just Jackie. Ah’m a might sorry about all of this. Ah got ahead of mahself. If anythin’ you should only be punishin’ me for this mess. I goaded Lightspeed on an’ made a right mess of everythin’. And…and if you need to expel me, I’ll take it. Just don’t kick Lightspeed out, she’s more talented than any dwarf I ever met.”

Your heart swells. Shucks. You can’t really let her take the blame on this one.

“Dean Sher’khan, I—”

“Stop!” He holds up his hand and sighs. “I am currently dealing with what I can empirically prove is the world’s worst headache. I am not in the mood for you two to be throwing yourselves over each other to take the blame. In the grand scheme of things, this has been a splinter in the toe of a leg being savaged by rabid demons. Your friendship is to be admired, et cetera, et cetera. Mark my words, though, the consequences will find you. For now…”

He groans and leans back into his chair, then takes a swing from the pitcher. The Dean takes another deep breath and continues.

“For now, the Everbright Fund will cover the costs. As it has for many students whose talents have, shall we say, exceeded typical structural limitations. If I hear about one more pastel-colored kobold…”

He grumbles on about students, classes, and something about a misbehaving nun. You shrink in your seat. At least the rest of the arcanomechanist club is having fun.

Attraction Dragon House stands before you and your gaggle of gobbos, a frat house promising booze, food, and fun. You are Glimmer, second most senior member of the arcanomechanist club, and you’re in a team huddle.

The faces around you vary from nervous to excited. A few of them have had their ECS broken over the past couple days when Sippy or Ziki brought them over to meet Thursday’s frat. Rumors quickly spread throughout the rest of the club, and you had to step in before someone blabbed to Lightspeed.

You don’t want to keep secrets from your closest friend. But it’s tossup between several awful scenarios. Any number of things could happen: Lightspeed gets upset you kept a secret, she gets upset you didn’t share in the fun, she gets upset you ‘got distracted’…or she gets competitive.

You’ve seen Lightspeed work. She drinks more caffeine than the rest of the club combined. If she gets in on the action, it’s doubtful there would be enough of the frat left for anyone else!

“Alright girls, this is where legends are made.” Your gaze lingers on each of your clubmates in their dirty overalls and sweaty shirts. “Attraction Dragon House is made up of mostly humans, with a couple elves and dwarves. Seems like their majors tend to be in hospitality, business management, and kinesiology.”

“Not too smart.” One of them nods in understanding. “Got it.”

“Right. Don’t tell them that, they can be sensitive.” They nod and you continue. “Don’t try to flirt, it makes them uncomfortable. Compliment them on their gains, and you’ll be playing with their dicks in no time.”

There’s some excited whispering. You understand; It’s never been so easy as this. Especially when you’re all still dirty from working in the garage. Courtship has always been a bit wonky among goblins.

When Grand Matron Booba brought goblinkind out of the era of Madness, her sisters and her daughters had no shortage of males to make babies with. In that time, it was up to the first goblin females to ‘civilize the males through babymaking’. When you grew up hearing those tales, you wondered how the heck that happened. It was only after you had your ECS broken did you understand how it was possible.

You’d learn so much more if sex was on the table, that’s for sure.

As time went on, the gender ratios evened up, and new courtship practices emerged to better merge with Prillian customs like the Golden Accords. A female goblin no longer married entire villages of males, instead promising herself to a single male. Maybe occasionally she’d let his relatives slip into bed with her, but that became rare in your grandparents’ time.

“There’s about five of them for every one of us.” Ziki adds.

“An even fight.” Sippy grins.

You break the huddle and lead the others up the stairs to the door. When you knock, the door opens to a dude in long green hair and a sharp nose. He wipes the sweat from his brow and rests the towel on his shoulder. The hear a couple girls behind you swallow nervously.

He’s only wearing a tight pair of briefs, leaving little to the imagination as beads of swat trickle down his toned abs.

“Bros?” He calls behind him. “More of Thursday’s club showed up!”

“Are they like those flabby girls from Life Phoenix? Sun and stars dude, if I have to listen to them whine…”

“No, bro!” His eyes linger on your solid arms and healthy waists. “They’re the gearheads. Fit, goblin dudettes, bro!”

“Sweetness!” The other guy pops his head around the corner. “Come on in, brosiphinas! You’re fantastic spotters!”

The goblins march into the home of the sweet, innocent frat bros, high-fiving each other as you cross the threshold.

About twenty minutes later, you’re riding the green-haired guy’s cock as your hands run up and down his chiseled body. You bite your lips and gyrate your hips, his rod rubbing against your g-spot as he holds onto your hips for dear life.

“Come on, come on~” You say huskily. “Almost!~”

“Bro! Bro! You’re, like, so fricken’ tight!”

His member throbs inside you and you arch your head back in a satisfied hum, the orgasm hitting you as his warm semen fills your insides. You run your hands through your orange hair and let out a shuddering breath of satisfaction.

“Thanks, bro…” And now he’s passed out!

Without Thursday’s special lager, these guys barely last more than two rounds. You barely had enough time to take off all your clothes! According to Snik, Thursday lasts a lot longer. General classes mentioned something about innate magics presenting themselves in a variety of ways. Or it could be Thursday’s a pure human or something. Now that you look at the green-haired frat guy more closely, his ears are slightly pointed. A half-elf?

Damn, you didn’t even get his name. Oh well, it’s not like you’re going to marry the guy.

You sigh and pull yourself off the softening dick, wiping your cum splattered pussy with his bedsheets. You nod to his roommate as you pull your panties up, snapping them against your waist as you would your suspenders after a long day in the garage. He nods back and returns to his finance textbook. At least he enjoyed the show as a break from studying for his finals. You never knew guys masturbated into their socks!

He was more focused on his roommate than you, but hey, different strokes for different folks.

Walking through the hallway of Attraction Dragon House, you note how many closed doors there are with socks tied around the handles. What is it with guys and socks?

Hells, one of the doors is half open and you find Ziki blowing a guy on his bed. For some reason, he’s not wearing anything but a pair of raggedy socks. He moans loudly as she slurps his member, clenching his bedsheets like a virgin. Feeling mischievous, you sneak into the room and wrap your arms around her to play with her tits. She squeaks and pulls the dick out of her mouth to glare your way.

“G-Glimmer! A little busy here.” She jacks the guy off with both hands, squeezing a bit tightly every time your thumbs brush against her nipples. “I’m about to make a sale.”

Seriously?

She pulls a cylinder out of her toolbelt, then pushes it onto the frat boy’s cock. He lets out a loud groan as the special material wraps around his member tightly and Ziki tenderly jacks him off, curling his toes through his socks and writhing in pleasure.

“You know he’s not going to last long after he cums, right?” You whisper in her ear, relishing her blush. “Might as well use his rod while it’s still hard.”

You bite the tip of her ear and she trembles pleasantly. She shakes you off and purses her lips.

“Who says only girls need toys to get off?” She presses a button on the cylinder and it begins to whirr, sending the guy into a spasming fit. “We have enough of the shockswell polymer you left over for some interesting tools.”

She licks her lips as the man groans and jerks his hips into Ziki’s hands, thick white spooge leaking from the hole. Ziki pulls the toy, the ‘onahole’, off his member and taps at the white, latex-like material lining its insides.

Bumble, Tumble, Grumble, and Snik developed the polymer a while back. It’s supposed to be some sort of material processed using alchemy. It accelerated the development of Lightspeed’s final project by leaps and bounds due to its unique properties, namely how it swells whenever it’s affected by kinetic or thermal energy. Great for bracing sensitive components…and apparently male sex toys.

“Bruh, this is so much better than a BJ, guy or girl!” The frat boy wipes his brow. “How much is this thing?”

Ziki has a gleam in her eye as she starts discussing prices. You pout. She doesn’t realize that she’s putting a dick off the market. You’re not one to stop a fellow goblin from making some money, but every onahole sold is one less goblin girl getting fucked. She probably thinks getting fucked is as easy as ever. Sadly, with most of the arcanomechanist club here there’s going to be a lot more competition.

You pat her on the back comfortingly and leave. It’s a hard lesson to learn.

Exploring more of Attraction Dragon house has you mentally comparing notes with what Snik told you about Life Phoenix. It took some convincing, mostly by groping his majestic butt and kissing the crook of his neck as you told him how pretty he was. You smirk at the memory. Maybe your relationship would have lasted longer if your ECS had been broken…you doubt it, though. He’s cute, not manly.

Not like the guys in the frat. You slap the ass of one of the guys as he passes, almost making him choke on his protein shake.

“Nice gains, dude.”

“Thanks, dudette.” The guy walks his toned ass down the hallway with a grin.

There’s the major difference. From what Snik told you when you had him sit his gigantic tush on your lap, the Life Phoenix sisters would present themselves to any guy who passed for casual sex, even if they’d just been fucked. They didn’t bother to pull their partner into a closet or their room, just taking the dick right there. Even their clothing was based entirely on enhancing their assets and ease of access to their bodies. It’s like sex came first for them.

It’s weird. Your theory is that they’ve been prudish for so long that they’re overcompensating. Or maybe Snik was misinterpreting things.

You peek into the game room and giggle. A small group is gathered around the pool table in various states of undress, exchanging money as Snooker moves a stepstool. A couple guys are on the couch watching them, each with a goblin girl’s hand down their pants. Paggle and Cinnamon are fully clothed, slowly getting comfortable for their first times. Snooker’s only in her panties, the rest of her clothes resting neatly in a pile.

Looks like Snooker found some new victims for her hustle. Some sort of strip-pool?

She notices you and winks your way as she raises her leg onto the table for a better angle, her panties tightening into her mooseknuckle. A few of the guys watch with erections straining against their briefs, then throw their hands up as Snooker sinks three balls into the pockets. More money is exchanged and clothes are taken off. Snooker holds her head up and puffs out her chest proudly.

“Well guys, it looks like I’m set to win this one.” Snooker rests her pool cue over her shoulders and grins. “How ‘bout we make this interesting? I bet I could sink the last ball while one of you bends me over the table and fucks me.”

You sit on the couch as Snooker’s victims discuss among themselves who would be best for the job. You, Cinnamon, and Paggle crane your heads to see them compare their cocks. It’s a decent spread.

One of the guys getting his dick played with on the couch comments that he’d never expected someone so short to handle pool cues so well. Paggle, with her hand down his pants asks if he’d like to see her handle his pool cue. He doesn’t get it at first. She explains in his ear and his pitched tent throbs excitedly. He picks her up under his arm briskly goes for his room. You and Cinnamon give her a thumbs up. Good for her!

Too bad she misses Snooker’s winning shot.

The frat boys chose a guy they claimed could thrust like a fuckmachine. Credit to the guy, he had Snooker’s eyes crossed as her tits bounced on the pool table. Despite his fat cock punching her lovebox, Snooker sunk the last shot as she rode her climax.

“F-f-fuck yes!” Snooker gropes her tit as the man continues to fuck her over the table. “I win, boys!”

More disappointed groans followed. You got a nice chance to admire some naked boy bods, so it all worked out. The guy on the couch sighs and grumbles something about preferring dude butts, but pulls down his pants for Cinnamon anyways. Heh, he’s been gambling too, huh?

You fistbump Cinnamon and help pull down her overalls, slowly squatting her slobbering cunny around the member. She bites her lip and gasps as she fully impales herself on the cock, the guy trying to play it cool as her small hops increase in pace. You’ve seen this in the frat before; guys used to dude butts that think gobbo pussy can’t compete, only to have their minds blown.

Cinnamon needs a little help, which you are eager to give. You pepper kisses on the frat boy’s churning testicles, then work your way up to his shaft, switching between his cock and squealing Cinnamon’s twitching pussy lips. Soon she’s taking the entire length in her fuck-hole, riding her man as she squeezes his face into her chest and whispers dirty talk into his ear.

You wipe your mouth. A job well done!

Snooker is still bent over the table, a train of men waiting their turn to thrust into her quivering pussy. Looks like they’re having fun by shoving billiard balls in her ass. You’re about to join her when one of the guys pushes his friend onto the table by her side and shoves himself inside him. Snooker is treated to the sight of gay sex, and her whines of pleasure increase.

Especially when they push another billiard ball in her butt.

Pursing your lips, you leave the game room. Forget competing with other goblins for cock, you’ve also got to deal with the other guys! Your loins burn between your thighs as you get to looking for more opportunities.

You were quick about your first lay. Unfortunately, some of the other experienced girls are stumbling out of rooms with fuck-drunk smiles, looking for their next bit of himbo dick.

Even more unfortunately, Sippy is has more guys in the kitchen.

One of them is pulling her head by her slaav han dels onto his cock, the greedy little goblin eagerly sucking the rod as she occupies her hands with two other men’s dicks. To make matters even worse, she’s riding an elf as a dwarf violates her ass. And awkwardly squatting behind him, is another guy sodomizing him! Every thrust lifts her up by her ass so she lands even harder on the elf, squealing in pleasure on the cock lodged halfway down her throat.

GURKPLAPPAGURKPLAPPAURKPLAPPAGURKPLAPPAURKPLAPPAGURKPLAPPA!

You’d be impressed of the mechanical precision of the positions if Sippy wasn’t hoarding so many dicks at once! To top it all off, she catches your eye and smirks. You huff and give her a wide berth to talk to the guy frying eggs on the stove.

“Hey man,” you lean casually against the kitchen drawers, “Did you get a chance at some goblin puss?”

“Yeah, brah.” He seasons his eggs liberally with pepper. “Just got sucked and spotted in the gym. Needed the protein. Want some?”

Right, the gym!

He hands you a gooey yellowish mess on a paper plate. You scarf it down as you both watch the fun around Sippy unfold. A little break before getting your box punched in at the gym hits the spot. And hey, this guy’s eggs aren’t half bad! Not nearly as good as Thursday’s cooking…

“I wish I could made food as good as the Fit Four’s.” He sighs. “Especially Thursday’s.”

“Fit Four?”

“Yeah, brah. Yew, Dodder, Waxflower, and Thursday.” He counts them on his fingers. “The four most fit, handsome, fuckable dudes in the frat. They also happen to be really good cooks.”

Huh. You shouldn’t be surprised. Even the arcanomechanist’s club groups different members together. The ritualists, the engineers, the alchemists. Westerners, southerners, city-dwellers. And now, virgins and fuckers. You’re still thinking about it when Sippy finishes up with her fuck-pile, the exhausted men lining up to scoop some eggs for themselves as Sippy gropes the cook’s bulge.

“Heyyy~”

You roll your eyes and slap her ass. She yelps, a dribble of cum splattering from between her legs. Before she can whip around, you push her face into the guy’s crotch and let her get lost in huffing his stiffening rod. Let her try to work through his refractory period, you’re to the gym.

On your way there, you pass the bathroom. Your hairs stand on end, and a flush overtakes your face. You thought you were horny before? Now your pussy is so damn wet that you can run a slip n’ slide down your legs. Half-consciously groping your boob, you push open the door and your jaw drops.

Yizga is leaning against the toilet, struggling to catch her breath as cum drools out of her overstuffed pussy. She fingers herself and rubs her bloated stomach, occasionally bringing her fingers up to her mouth. Snaxxy’s round belly is stuck in the sink, limbs hanging loosely as her hazy eyes focus on the naked man currently fucking Cream in the shower.

If you could call it fucking. A dick, a tentacle, whips around from his crotch and twirls into Cream’s squirting pussy. He holds her up by the arms as his dick-tacle does all the work, reducing the somewhat experienced goblin into a gibbering mess. Your fingers wander between your legs, rubbing your sensitive pussy through your overalls as you’re taken by an impulse to join in, to suck the cum from Yizga’s pussy, to rub your cunt into Snaxxy’s face, to rip off all your clothes and present your naked body to the man’s exotic cock.

Ever since Snik and the triplets got you involved in that ritual, only Thursday has ever made you this horny. In terms of sexiness, this man is nearly his equal.

Somehow, your rational mind takes hold. No matter how horny you are, he should be getting close to tired. Throwing yourself at him would not only interrupt the good thing Yizga, Snaxxy, and Cream have going…you’d be getting sloppy fourths.

At least.

With heavy heart, you close the door and hurry over to the gym. You’ll probably get another chance to have some fun with what is clearly one of the Fit Four.

You couldn’t have predicted how much everyone else agreed with you. When you opened the gym the smell of sex hit you like one of Lightspeed’s machines. You’ve visited the gym a couple times since the first time you and Ziki stumbled up the stairs. It’s always been a den of nudity and sex, but never like this.

Clothes are askew in every direction. Several exhausted men rest against the walls and on spare equipment.

Two goblin girls, Hikki and Komori, rub their pussies achingly slowly together around a guy’s cock, encouraging him to lift another rep on the bench. His rod throbs excitedly, his crotch glistening from numerous messy orgasms. Every time he successfully lifts the weight above his head, they lean closer and kiss from both sets of lips. Another rep, and his manly groan is followed by thick globs of cum erupting between the pair. They squeal happily and rub his spunk over their bodies, then return to groping each other on the tired man’s body.

The three stair machines are in use; one by a man taking big steps as Cookie bounces on his cock, her thick thighs twitching excitedly every time he hilts inside her. Their lips stretch obscenely as they struggle to keep kissing, every break apart filled with Cookie’s demands for more, more, more! The next stairmaster has Waffle doing much the same, except she’s upside down and gagging on the guy’s cock as he eats her out. Every time his rod penetrates deep into her throat, her pussy sprays into his face. The last stairmaster has Cake running on it alone, her slight paunch jiggling with her sizable tits and ass, bouncing up and down as she struggles to keep herself on the top step so she can suck the dick of the guy sitting on the platform.

Not to mention half the club surrounding the handsome guy in the center of the room, fingering themselves as he springs Jelli on his rod.

Most of these girls were her for their first time. Looking at the guy, smelling him, you get how they could get so depraved so quickly. You’re already slipping out of your clothes to join them!~

“Alright guys, that’s enough resting. Grab a partner and get ready to lift!” The guy says.

“You got it Waxflower!” The frat boys respond.

Someone grabs you from your armpits and lifts you up. You follow the others’ lead, spreading your legs apart to open your gushing pussy as wide as possible for his member. They’ve done this before!~

“Hold.” Waxflower commands, keeping Jelli squirming as he positions his cockhead against her green cunny. “Aaaand…one!”

Your pleasured sounds joins a chorus of gobbo gasps as the frat boys drop you on their cocks.

“Hips, two!” He thrusts his hips into Jelli, and the guys follow his example.

Your eyes cross, your slutty cunt squeezing tight on the frat boy’s dick. You struggle to keep your legs straight as they twitch excitedly.

“Lift, three!” Your tongue lolls out as your partner pulls you up his fat cock, your tight pussy lips clamping as tightly as they can on him.

His husky moan drags on in your ear, your vise-like grip keeping his glans inside you until it slips out with a pop and a spray of feminine juices. A pitch of squeals echoes through the gym as several girls sploosh all over their partner’s throbbing cocks.

“One! Two! Three!”

Waxflower has them go through another rep, each rigorous motion keeping you bordering on a climax. His expert commands seem to keep the majority of you on the precipice of an orgasm, teasing the arcanomechanist club with the absolute height of pleasure. The goblins squeak in harmony as the fraternity uses you as onaholes, as exercise equipment, in measured synch. Horny goblins get fucked with the precision of a machine, bouncing on cocks as your pussies crave more and more.

“Fuuuuck, bro! Your goblin pussy is so friggin’ tight!” Your partner groans into your ear.

After five more reps, several goblin pussies bubble with jizz, the frat boys struggling to keep up with their flaccid dicks. The men, tired, put their disappointed goblins down and join the growing group of recovering men. A small part of you worries you’re going through them too quickly, but the rest of you is occupied with squeezing as much dick as you possibly can from your partner.

“Alright ladies, let’s see how flexible you can be!” Waxflower brings Jelli’s legs over his toned arm and then up around her face. “Guys, this position is harder because the leverage requires different muscle groups. Ready?”

Your ankles are pulled up to your wrists, tits bouncing between your legs. Your eyes rollback and someone screams in pleasure as the dick dives even deeper into you. It could have been you, or any one of the others.

“One-two-three, one-two-three!” Waxflower guides, barely pausing as his cock shoots a thick load inside Jelli before continuing like nothing happened.

Jelli, however, squeals. Her cunny sprays mixed sexual fluids, Waxflower unrelenting as he continues to bounce her on his cock and shoot rope after rope inside her swelling belly.

You’re barely aware at this point, just a tool of pleasure. Somewhere along the line, the free goblins start teasing the ones being used as exercise equipment. Licking pussies, sucking balls, a whole orchestra of moans drowning in loud spurts and smacking lips. You lose count of how many times you cum. You remember vividly that your partner shot three loads into you, his warm essence coiling inside you with fuzzy contentment.

“Alright ladies, good work! You can get off the guys now!”

You blink the haziness out of your vision. You’re partner is passed out, and you’ve been grinding your crotch against his softening cock for who knows how long. You rub your belly and coo, marveling the slight tautness in your gut. It’s a good thing humans can’t get goblins pregnant, or you’d probably be having quadruplets!

Most of the men are completely out. Those who are still conscious are laying around, trying to catch their breath, or actively getting goblin pussy ground into their cocks. Only Waxflower stands, looking over the crowd with a nervous smile. And Jelli is laying on the floor, bloated enough to look eight month pregnant with twins. Her eyes are rolled back and she moaning, a gushing river of jism billowing between her lower lips with every breath.

“Hey everyone, look who’s back!” Sippy burst in, her hair absolutely matted with cum and sporting a cum bloat twice the size of yours. “Thursday’s here!”

“Thursday?”

“Thursday!”

More than just the goblins perk up.

Thursday pushes through the doors with a panicked look. His jaw drops when he sees you all, and sends a questioning look to Waxflower. The latter shrugs, some unseen communication passing between the two. If you weren’t happily basing in the sexual afterglow, you’d be wondering what was up with that. The triplets and Snik soon follow, just as surprised.

“Hey guys!~” You wave. “You missed the party.”

“Glimmer.” Bumble growls.

Ooh, you did something bad. Grumble is angry by default. Bumble gets pissed when someone seriously messes up. And Tumble…well, you don’t think she can even get upset. Still, her pout of disapproval is hard to bear.

“Do what you must, I have already won.” You stand up, instinctively keeping your legs close together to stop the waterfall of spunk from escaping you. “If anything, you guys should have let us know we could have had fun here earlier!”

The other goblins jeer.

“Yeah!”

“Why are you keeping all this dick to yourselves!”

“Nice makeup, Snik! Very pretty!”

Mostly; someone seems to have commented on Snik. He blushes and looks away.

Thursday gets that look on his face. Sort of like a clueless puppy with a bone he can’t fit in his mouth. You’ve only ever seen it when dealing with a tough arcanomechanical problem. It’s sort of endearing to see him wear it now. He runs his hands through his long blond hair, and the jovial light in his purple eyes dims a bit.

…Aw, hells. You put him on a tough spot. You were horny and you went for some easy dick by abusing his trust. What you did is like if you flirted with Lightspeed’s brothers. Sure, it’s all in good fun, until the cockatrices come to roost.

“Guys…” He sighs. “I understand if you want to have sex. But I like building cool stuff with you guys. I like that there isn’t a constant rat race to ride my killer bod. Doing this kind of jeopardizes all the work we’ve been doing. Please don’t let sex get in the way of the club.”

His words are oddly convincing.

Snik tugs on his pant leg.

“Huh?”

“So long as it doesn’t get in the way…you’ll still fuck us, right?”

“Snik…” He kneels down with a warm smile and musses his hair. “Of course, dude.”

“““Dibs on Thursday!””” The triplets say at once.

The others groan.

“Damn it!”

“Shit, we can’t go against a dibs…”

“Girls…” Thursday chides. “I’m pretty sure you’re somehow responsible for bringing the rest of the club into this.” All eyes dance between you and the triplets. You put your hands behind your head and whistle innocently. “I don’t want to violate the sacred rule of dibs, but your actions have consequences.”

Tumble sulks and kicks at the ground. Bumble huffs and nods sadly. Grumble crosses her arms.

“Oh, so you get to have sex with all our friends? After all the effort we went through to seduce you?”

Thursday’s rumbling chuckles sets your inner folds quivering. You still remember the ritualistic simulacrum of his bitchbreaking cock. Hells, you wake up in soiled sheets because you dream of it.

“I mean…the club seems to have a good deal going with my frat. You could have pretty much any guy here if you asked.”

“Sorry bro,” someone calls from the hallway, “Some of us still prefer guys.”

The triplets look at each other, ears wiggling as they cock their head in different directions. They come to an agreement and nod.

“Fine…” Grumble’s pursed lips split into a grin. “Dibs on Waxflower!”

“Dibs on Yew!” Tumble cheers.

“Dibs on Dodder!” Bumble fistpumps.

You still have the rest of the day off. While most of the frat is out of commission, you get to witness the full sexual might of the Fit Four as they plow through the arcanomechanist club. Turns out, there are men who can keep up with a club full of horny goblin sluts.