Dancer shivered as Valor came over with another bucket of water, pouring it over her head and down her back to help wash away the rancid funk of the trolls, but it hardly seemed to be helping.  The leeches still clung to her nipples now fairly engorged from drinking from her, but tenaciously holding on.  Valor got another bucket, and a bar of soap and a cloth, and started scrubbing Dancer's hide.

She let out low huff, and shook her head, "blargh, i still think i'm going to be sick… Am i going to catch something from those trolls? That was so nasty!" her voice was still hoarse, but she didn't think she could eat anything until she was clean.  She didn't think she was ever going to feel clean again.

Valor shook her head, "You shouldn't, all those sores are because of how they heal, they heal so fast its almost like cancer is always eating them, even the most minor thing gets over aggressively attacked, and they develop those sores, or something mutates from growing too fast and gets attacked like that, they linger and fester but still heal, none of its disease, and surprisingly they don't catch or carry diseases, thats why some think they can live and enjoy such filth.  But its a good idea to scrub clean after 'playing' with one or two."

Dancer blinked, and stared at Valor to see if she was serious, and she seemed to be, so she shook her head, "Huh. thats weird. But alright," she murmured, a little pacified with that as the dryad worked the strong, sweet smelling soap through her hide, washing away the cum, and working up her back until she started working to wash her hair, closing her eyes so as to not get soap in them.

"Were you serious about going to visit the trolls? You sounded so certain then," Valor asked, reaching around to pluck at the still attached leeches to see if they would come off of Dancer's nipples, but it only drew another moan from the filly so she left them alone again, scrubbing down lower along her belly, and between her forelegs.

Dancer pondered, and nodded, "I think I am… i mean… if a week there can help free a few slaves from that kind of torment that they may have been undergoing for months or years? I should… shouldn't I?"  She shuddered, "I don't know if I can put up with what they'll do to me, but i'll find a way…"

Valor leaned around Dancer, and kissed her lips softly, "You are very brave if you do go, but don't think yourself any less brave if you don't.  The trolls won't kill you, but they might make you wish you were dead."  

Dancer was surprised at the kiss, returning it softly, but nodded, and let out a sigh, and a wince as one of the leeches bit harder, before finally detaching and starting to slide down her chest, followed by the other one.  Valor perked up and snatched both of the leeches away, carrying them off to put them in a jug before returning to the filly, and kneeling down before her to start gingerly wiping her breasts clean, and her very engorged and red nipples, making the filly wince and whine at the stinging soap as it felt like she had hundreds of tiny cuts over her nipples.

"Shh, shh," Valor soothed her, "I'll get some fruit, have a bite and see if you feel better, and we'll try to get you recovering," she murmured, kissing Dancer's forehead softly, before rising, and slipping to get another golden fruit.  She kneeled down before Dancer with it, and brought it up to her lips.  Tentatively Dancer too a rather small bite of it, though its honey sweetness did quickly start to wash away the rancid taste that lingered in her mouth, juice running down her chin.

Valor pressed the bitten fruit against Dancer's nipple, first one than the other, letting the juice touch and soak in, providing almost immediate relief, and she let out a shuddering breath, "This is good stuff," she murmured, swallowing the small mouthful.

The Dryad grinned, "Its from my tree, has special healing properties, let that sit for a minute and you can have more," she murmured, setting the fruit aside on a stone nearby, and resumed working on washing the befouled filly, rising to get more buckets of clear water to rinse her off with.

It took nearly an hour to scrub all of Dancer's body clean again, and then to repaint the mud on her while the filly rested, and ate occasional small bites of golden fruit, and drank some sips of cool water, but it felt like her insides would never be clean again, not from what the trolls did to her, and with how many times she had been raped already.  

Finally satisfied with her work, the lovely dryad settled on Dancer's back again and drew the filly's human half to rest against her again, resting her head between her breasts, and softly stroking her forehead and hair.  It was halfway through the night beyond, but the glade seemed to never change.  "I don't expect the next group until morning, so you can close your lovely eyes and sleep, I will protect you until then."

Dancer nodded, not like she had much choice, but she leaned back, enjoying the dryad's affections, and her eyes closed as she took a deep breath and let it out, exhausted enough to slowly drift off to sleep in her arms, and sleep deeply.

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Valor let Dancer sleep as long as she could, aware of the approaching troop for a while before she shook Dancer away gently just as a dozen or so three foot tall figures started pushing through the crimson waterfall of leaves into the edge of the glade.  Dancer yawned as Valor rose, moving to approach the newcomers, curtseying to them in greetings, "Welcome to my glade!  Please, leave your weapons there at the edge of the glade."

Blinking, Dancer took a moment longer to wake up, and focus, finally realizing what had come, a troop of a dozen green skinned goblins! Standing three feet high and looking fairly well armed and cruel, but what drew her attention was a thirteenth figure, a little shorter than the others, but actually very lovely looking.  She wore a rather revealing dress of black, bound tight around her breasts, showing her sides and stomach, and sweeping down around her feet, with curly crimson hair tumbling down her shoulders, and a large number of piercings in her pointed ears, through her nose, and lips, many of them adorned with jewels.

The female goblin made a gesture with her hand, and the males started laying down their weapons, before stepping forwards to introduce herself, "I am Queen Gwendolen of the Warrens, here with my honorguard."

Valor nodded and motioning to Dancer, "This is Playful Dancer in the Dappled Moonlight, and goes by Dancer," stepping back to lean against a rock nearby to watch.

The queen nodded to Valor, but focused on Dancer, stepping forwards with a little smile as Dancer bowed her head, tentatively offering, "Hello your Majesty," looking nervous, peeking at the male goblins as the dozen of them lined up in ranks behind the queen.

The queen looked quite stern for a moment, then a warmer smile broke out, "Please, just call me Gwen.  Try not to worry about my guard, you know why they are here, we'll let them get to it and we can talk."  She looked back to the guards, "Go, have your fun, be orderly and no fighting, you know your rankings!" she commanded sharply.

The male goblins saluted, then grinned as they broke rank and almost dashed around Dancer, shedding loincloths, and Dancer looked nervously behind her as one started climbing up along her back, spotting their modest six inch cocks, but Gwen moved up to her and reached up to touch her cheek and draw her attention back towards her again, "Theres a sweetheart, I'm sure they won't be much a bother with all the rest you've suffered in these trials," she murmurs comfortingly.

Dancer let out a little grunt as she felt a cock slam into her tail hole, giving a little groan, and a bit of a sigh  as the rapes started, but she tried to relax, and nodded, "Much easier to deal with than the trolls. Ugh."

Gwen let out a little laugh, and nodded, "Oh I know, I volunteered a decade ago, they can't quite fuck a goblin, but they still made a mess of me.  Same with the Centaurs, they tried to be… gentle, but still, when you are hung like a horse, its difficult."

Dancer blinked a bit startled at Gwen, feeling the first goblin twitching in her ass as it groaned, doing his best to paint her insides white, but only a few spurts into her, before he climbed off, and another climbed up as the males jabbered among themselves in their natigve gutteral language, the next driving into her cunny.

Dancer let out another little mmph, and a shuddering breath as the male started hammering away, but tried to focus on Gwen, "They let a princess be sacrificed here?!"

Gwen let out a laugh, and shook her head, "No no, It took me years to scheme my way up to this position, its a bit different from human hereditary monarchies.  I used the influence I gained from being the chosen one, and the Emissary to other nations to build myself up after volunteering.  Things are.. Different from what they are with your kind I guess."

Dancer again blinked, and nodded, "We are ruled by elders, and since no one volunteers, the virgin who goes into heat in the spring is selected," she murmurs, giving a little huffing as she felt the goblin cumming inside her, and soon another replacing it, driving into her rudely.

Gwen nodded, and clicked her tongue, "Its a shame really, but I managed to climb from nothing to be the queen, if you need help or suggestions, come visit sometimes.  The other tribes might threaten rape if you visit, but I will ensure you are allowed to pass unmolested."

Dancer tilted her head curiously, and smiled, finding she liked this young queen, and nodded, "Thank you, that would be appreciated."  As the third goblin finished, and climbed down, there was more jabbered conversation without another climbing on her back, and suddenly she let out a sharp gasp and arched her back with a little whimper as the males had found that piercing, and started twisting it, drawing pained sounds from the filly, much to the delight of all the males.

Gwen frowned at the sound, and glanced behind her, before moving to march around the filly to see what was going on.  Dancer sagged with a panting groan as the males let go of the piercing and backed off.  Gwen lightly touched the piercing, rolling it to the side, the sharp points dancing over her clit, "This looks nasty, gift of the Gnolls?"

Dancer let out a pained little sound as she felt the queen toying with the piercing, and nodded, "Terrible little thing… barbs, spikes… can't help but feel it whenever it moves."

Gwen took her fingers off the toy, and then used her fingers to rub besides the piercing over her clit, making the young filly gasp again, but not in pain.  Gwen giggled at the response, but then drew her fingers back, drawing out a lens and taking a look at the piercing, "Mmm, little nasty bit of magic here, looks like a curse that'll make it so you never become desensitized to attention here.  They and others have used it to make you cum, haven't they?"

Dancer shuddered at the teasing, but finally relaxed as the queen stopped touching her, panting a little, though blushing down her neck with all the attention being paid beneath her tail at what should be a fairly personal place, but nodded, "A-a few times at least."

Gwen nodded, and stepped away from behind the filly, stroking a hand along her flank, "I could make them leave it alone, or would you rather be able to cum, no matter how it hurts?" she offered.

Dancer glanced back, but then tried to hide her face as she blushed, biting her lower lip, but finally managing a little timid reply, "I-... I think i'd rather still cum, it feels good."  looking away.

Gwen let out a soft laugh, and motioned the males to continue as she moved around before the filly again, the fourth goblin starting to climb the filly's back, and soon was fucking her cunny as the others had been, while another found her clit piercing again and started tugging and twisting it and flicking the piercing back and forth.

Dancer gasped and groaned as she blushed, lowering her head as she squirmed, but Gwen moved before her and reached up to stroke her cheek, leaning up to kiss her on the lips, which surprised the filly, "Never let anything make you feel bad for things you enjoy, even if it hurts, even if its perverse by your people's standards.  We are different from the others because of what is done to us, revel in it, and let it empower you, not drag you down."

Dancer furrowed her brow as she listened, cheeks still burning, but she nodded as she shivered and let out little squeaks and groans of pain as the males tormented her clit while fucking her, the fourth male finishing himself off before leaping down from her back and a fifth climbing up. "That sounds… difficult, but I will try."

Gwen grinned at Dancer, "That is the best any of us can do.  You are a very beautiful filly," she murmured, little hand coming up to stroke along the filly's side, gentle and soft, counterpoint to the aching and biting pain throbbing from Dancer's clit, "I'm glad I got a chance to meet you, and I do hope you come to the Warrens, I'd love to spend more time with you."

Dancer nodded, shivering, body trembling beneath the queen's touch, as the goblin finished in her, and a sixth climbed on her back, the goblins just dumping her cum into her almost as fast as they could get their rocks off, and she felt the warm liquid sliding deeper into her, pooling against her cervix. "I think I would like that, is there room in the warrens for a centaur to visit?"	

Gwen shook her head, "They are very low and crowded, we are trying to expand and build a palace and homes around it, its slow going, but we have a small royal manor where you should be able to visit, but there should be plenty of room there for you, I will have a room made up to handle Centaurs better, and have bedding for you."

Dancer nodded again with a smile, though her face contorted, her body tensing as the goblins toying started to push her closer, panting hard with a little whimpering groan as she felt the seventh finish in her.  Gwen perked up, and with a little grin, asked, "Close?"

Dancer nodded and then blinked as Gwen darted around behind her, waving off the eighth started to try and climb the preteen filly, and hopped off her back, while Gwen quickly took over manipulating the clit piercing, giving increasing twists and flicks of the toy over the filly's clit.

Dancer moaned hard as her body tensed, and quivered, her netherlips twitching, when she felt a small hand sliding between her lips, noticing it, but it seemed to be questing, and it wasn't until she found a spongy spot, she started to dig her fingers in roughly against it, leaning in to lick and nibble around the piercing on her clit, making the filly's body jerk and gasp sharp, moaning hard in sudden pleasure beneath the expert touch of the queen.

Gwen seemed to know exactly what to do, working on avoiding the clit piercing, and it didn't take long before Dancer moaned out loudly, rolling her head back as her body bucked and jerked, her lips twitching and clutching around Gwen's hand and arm, drenching her up to the shoulder with her pleasure.  Gwen didn't let up even as the filly's pleasure dripped over her face, licking it up and focusing on driving the little filly's orgasm as long and hard as she could.

Dancer continued to moan and whimper with pleasure as the queen worked her up, before finally sagging, spent and exhausted, and a little cheer rose among the goblin males as the queen finally straightened, splattered in femcum, and smirking as she curled around again, licking her face and hands clean as she grinned at the filly, "I did forget to mention i really like girls, mmm? Such fun making them squirm and whimper like that.  Feel better?"

Dancer panted heavily, her body trembling and twitching as she blushed at Gwen's look, nodding, "y-Yes, that was… that was good," she murmured, then moaned again as the goblins behind her resumed their activities, working that clit piercing again on her engorged and sensitive clit, biting her lower lip as she whimpered as she was drawn out of the pleasant afterglow as the eighth goblin shoved himself into her cunny.

Valor brought over a bucket of water and soap, placing it down besides the two, and Gwen perked up with a smile, "Thank you sweetheart," leaning down to wash her hands, arm, and face clean, before shaking her hands dry, before straightening up, and stepping up to Dancer, bringing the cloth up to the filly's left breast, wiping away the white paint mud, and Dancer giving a little shiver at the cold, "Now I should get to my own gift, I find I quite like you."

Setting aside the cloth, she reached to fondle the filly's left breast, fingers lightly toying with and fingering her nipple, tugging to make it hard and firm as Dancer furrowed her brow, panting as the goblins continued to fuck her, and toy with the piercing, ocassionally drawing a little whimper from her as her body tensed and shivered, the eighth goblin finishing in her, and quickly being replaced with the ninth, just a never ending series of the little buggers pleasuring themselves with her.

Gwen produced a small case, opening it up, and producing a small jar of alcohol, a needle, and a gold ring and gold bead, the ring already split, "I'd love to get a chance to have one of my artists either replace this with something more when you visit later, or maybe even let one of my tattoo artists at you, but again, for when you visit.  This is just a small token that will mark you as one of my favored."

Dancer looked a bit worried, "a-Another piercing?" she asked, her breathing deepening already from the goblin's teasing, netherlips twitching around the goblin pounding between them as trepidation crept into her voice.

Gwen smiled, "This won't be nearly as cruel as what the gnolls did to you, just a little bite, then the ring and its over, a little blood, and all done."  She stirred the thick gauge needle in the jar of alcohol before setting the kit down, before leaning up, blowing softly on Dancer's nipple, causing it to pucker with the cold.  Almost faster than Dancer could watch, Gwen drove the needle right through the filly's nipple, and pulled it out the other side even as Dancer registered the pain and gave a slight jerk and a little cry, the goblin inside her cumming right then as her body tightened, before relaxing.

The ninth goblin was quick to climb down as the tenth climbed up while Gwen bent down to grab the gold ring and the bead, dipping both in the alcohol before straightening again, and fed the half inch diameter ring through the filly's nipple as she let out a whimper, biting her lower lip.  Once through Gwen slid the heavy gold bead on, and pinched the ring closed, letting it dangle, and the bead sliding to hang down.

A single droplet of blood splashed on the gold ring, and looked like it was almost drawn into it, filling in what had been invisible lines and grooves, some them little runes of power, crafting a tiny spell, others more clearly seen as what looks like a meticulously carved centaur filly and the goblin queen curled up together.

Gwen nodded, leaning down to clean up the needle and close the jar and put the kit away again, "there is a little magic in it, activated by your blood, enough that it can be verified as authentic goblin work, and it will let us know where you are when you are in our territory, in case you run into trouble, or so we can prepare for your visit."

Dancer let out a little shuddering breath, she had last track of the goblins fucking her, but it was number ten that was finishing as the eleventh climbed up on her back, "And so I can't spy on you?" she asked with a raised brow.

Gwen giggled, "Well, I suppose that too, though I didn't take you for a spy," she reached up to rub at the piercing, thumb rubbing in gentle circles as if to try and soothe it, though it also made it throb anew, glancing behind Dancer, "They are almost done back there, its too bad, I enjoyed talking with you."

Dancer smiled, glancing back a moment herself before looking at Gwen, the goblin queen continuing to rub her breast, and she tried to bite back a little moan as the ones behind her twisted and toyed with the piercing too, shuddering as her eyes closed for a moment, the eleventh pumping his seed into the filly, before climbing down.  The last goblin finally climbed up her back, and thrust himself in, hammering away into her with little plaps of flesh on fur.

"I do hope to see you again soon, and you can show me some of your kingdom," Dancer murmured, panting, and letting out a shuddering moan finally, this meeting had been almost pleasant, except for being a cumdumpster for a dozen goblins, who left their cum running and pooling down into her belly, and splattered over her nethers, dripping out.

Gwen looked back at Dancer again, "You're almost there aren't you?" which got a nod from the little filly, closing her eyes as she blushed in embarrassment, and Gwen leaned up to kiss her softly, before leaning to the side to yell back at the goblins, "Step up the work on that piercing, really work her good! Make sure she gets off one more time!"

The males gave a little hoot, laughing, but redoubled their work on the piercing, several hands going for it at once as they tried to work the filly harder, even as the last goblin was dumping his seed into her cunny, and just resting there, no one after him, so he got to enjoy the few moments of the clenching of the little filly's cunny.

Dancer arched her back and let out a cry, almost afraid the goblins were going to pull the piercing out of her before they got back to it, grinding the spiked piercing into her instead that had her leaning forwards to whimper, as Gwen stroked up along Dancer's neck and over her breasts, "Once by pleasure, once by pain, I love seeing you making faces like that as it hurts and feels good, and I look forwards to exploring both with you when you visit," she grins, flashing teeth as she leans forwards to Dancer's other nipple, first kissing, then taking a firm, solid bite, just grinding the filly's nipple between her teeth.

Dancer was not so sure she liked the sound of that, but she had a hard time replying as Gwen bit her nipple, arching her back as the painful orgasm washed over her, drenching the cock of the goblin just resting in her, and making him yelp in over stimulation as he leaned off of her, her cunny clenching and flexing roughly as she came, drenching half the goblins behind her, who seemed quite ecstatic about it as they whooped, releasing the piercing and letting the filly sag forwards panting hard in her binds with a little sob of lingering agony.

Gwen relaxed her bite as she felt the filly relax, kissing and licking her nipple, and giving a little tug on the ring piercing, before straightening up to grin at Dancer, reaching to wipe a few tears from her cheeks before leaning up to kiss her again, "See you soon sweetie," she almost purred, before stepping away, motioning the males to follow her and gather their weapons before heading out.