Into The Miasma

Afternoon. It was somehow afternoon already, and Helena had been out here since morning, nervously pacing around the front of the shop. It’s not that she was timid or anxious, on the contrary, she was eager to get what she wanted from inside. She just knew there might be certain complications. She shook her head. What was she so worried about? She was a paying customer, after all. She’d simply walk in, head held high, pay for her items and leave. No unnecessary drama. With a deep breath in, she pulled the hood of her cloak over her hair and walked through the front door.

She paused for a moment when she walked in – not intentionally, though. She was awed at the sight; She’d never been into a proper armory before. Her eyes traced the walls, mounted with too many weapons to count. Mannequins spread across the floor wore stunning suits of armor. There were even odd weapon types she didn’t even recognize. It was all so much to take in, and Edwin, the burly owner sat behind the counter, clearly noticed Helena’s confusion. He rolled his eyes.

“The potions shop is further down the street. Has a painting of a cauldron on the sign.” He said flatly.

His voice snapped Helena out of the trance she’d been in. She straightened up and walked over to the counter, making an effort not to seem out of place. An effort Edwin didn’t buy into for a single second.

“I’m not looking for the potions shop. I’m precisely wear I mean to be.” She said, confidence behind her voice. Edwin looked at the woman in front of him. A bit taller than the average woman, but he could tell by the way her clothes hugged her slender figure that she was by no means more toned or muscular.

“You sure? You don’t strike me as the type to need what I’ve got.”

“It’s not your concern what I may seem like. I’m here to pay for my items and be on my way.” She said assertively, making sure to maintain eye contact. He squinted at her, making sure he was seeing straight. Yellow irises? That was bizarre, but people these days made all sorts of body modifications using potions and alchemy. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Fine. Tell me what you want and we’ll get you out of here.” Leaning against the counter, he rested his chin in his palm, putting his clear disinterest on display. Helena didn’t notice, though, her eyes were surveying the walls, looking for her perfect fit. Then, she spotted it, mounted on the wall behind the counter. A long spear with a wooden handle and a steel head bearing intricate markings. Simple, safe, and precisely what she was looking for. She pointed a finger at it.

“I’ll have the spear from the wall behind you.” She said, though Edwin’s gaze was instead fixated on her hand. More specifically, the gold jewelry on it. She wore two golden rings, on her index and ring figure, each sporting large gems color of amber and ruby respectively. Noticing Edwin’s stares, she pulled her hand back to her side.

“The spear, please.” She repeated. Finally, Edwin turned around and looked at the spear, pausing as if pondering it. Helena could tell something was strange, but exactly what the shop-keep was thinking was a mystery to her.

“50 Silver pieces for the spear.” He said.

“50 pieces? That’s far more than I was expecting. Isn’t that a bit steep?”

“Standard price.” Said Edwin, though it was a bold faced lie. That was a bout 4-5 times more than the simple weapon was worth, but the strange woman in his shop clearly didn’t know that for sure. Helena pulled out her purse and collected 50 silver pieces.

“Hmph.” Edwin grunted. Not only was she oblivious to proper price, but she was also willing to pay without fuss. Something was obviously not right here, though he couldn’t yet find a reason to care. After all, he’d get 50 silver pieces to pay her no mind and sell her the spear. So, with a shrug, he retrieved the spear from the wall and turned to Helena, who’d placed the money on the counter and waited with her hands open, ready to receive. And receive she *almost* did. Just as Edwin was mere inches from placing the spear into her hands, he froze. Annoyed, Helena reached out to meet him half way, but he quickly retracted the spear from her reach.

“What is the meaning of this? I’ve paid, so I demand you-” Her abruptly ended her protests as she noticed the stare he was giving her. It wasn’t questioning, like before. No, now it had a certainty about it, as if he’d confirmed a suspicion.

“Red hair.” He said. Helena noticed a strand of her hair peaking out from behind her hood. She quickly pulled the hood up even more to hide it, but it was too late.

“Red hair,” he repeated. “And yellow, almost golden eyes. Pale skin. Tall for a woman, 5’7? 8? Well moneyed, and-” He looked her up and down, noting the angular, yet soft beauty of her face. Then, the pronounced swell of her bust, not outrageous, but more than the average woman had. “And beautiful, like a lady. Talks like one, too.”

Helena closed her cloak over her chest to hide her body from his prying eyes, though that was the least of her worries. Clearly, he was on to her.

“At first the eyes threw me. I figured you were one for bottle beauty.” He said, referencing the term for those who’s most prominent features were the result of cosmetic potions. He continued, “But the hair gave it away. You’re Helena Honeywood, aren’t ya?” 

She’d been found out. With a sigh, she actually relaxed a bit. At least now she didn’t have to worry.

“I am *Lady* Helena, yes. And what of it? I’m a paying customer, so I’d appreciate you giving me what I’ve paid for.” She reached out and shoveled several silver pieces back into her purse.
*”*And for the *proper price*, no less.” She commanded. Edwin ignored her, mounting the spear back onto the wall behind the counter.

“What kind of fool do you take me for? I’d have to be the daftest fool in the city to put a weapon in your hands.”

“And why is that?” She asked, anger clearly rising in her voice.

“It’s no secret your Mother doesn’t want you adventuring outside the city walls, especially not armed and looking for danger. I’m not about to wind up in jail for disobeying the ruling house of this town.”

Not to accepting defeat so easily, Helena reached back into her purse and pulled out something that shiny. “Not even for a gold piece?” She questioned enticingly. “Along with whatever I’ve left on the counter. All for a simple, measly spear, and no one would have to know.”

Edwin didn’t even entertain the thought.

“Take your money and leave. Now.”

The pale, milky skin of Helena’s face grew red with anger. She ripped the hood from her head, revealing her long, scarlet hair.

“If you fear my Mother’s name so much, then fear that I carry it! I demand you-” Helena fell quiet and stepped back as Edwin walked out from behind the counter. This was the first time she’d seen his full form. He was tall and muscular, as she’d expected from one running such an establishment. What shocked her into silence was what she saw beneath his belt. A humongous, ridiculous round bulge strained against the leather of his pants.

And he had accused *her* of being a so called bottle beauty? The sheer size of it was so incredibly unnatural, that there was no question it was the result of some potion. Helena imagined it would be *well* over a foot long if she could get it out of his pants – No, she meant *if it were* out of his pants. The image in her head was of some disgusting, grotesque, thick, meaty and veiny monster that probably throbbed with his pulse. Actually, she could see it pulsing ever so slightly in his pants, and it shook with the motion of every step he took towards her. She watched it bounce along with- She was staring! She quickly snapped out of it and shook her head, trying to expel the image from her mind.

“I’ll say it again. Leave my shop before I call the guards. Have ’em take you back to your fancy castle.” He said sternly. This time she didn’t argue. She’d been so caught off guard, perhaps it was time to leave. Explore new avenues. Without another word, she collected the remainder of her silver pieces from the counter top and walked for the door. She clenched her fists, and her heart filled with resolve. Regardless of her Mother’s wishes, she *would* escape this town and see the world. Her journey would not be ended so easily.

At least it wouldn’t be ended permanently. As for today, she was calling it quits. Helena sat alone in the corner of a tavern, down on her spirits, drinking ale from a mug. She gestured the bar wench, a buxom young woman, over to her table.

“Yes, Lady Helena?” The woman responded with cheer.

“More ale…. please.” She’d almost forgotten her manners. She knew she always got more… abrasive when she was inebriated. Despite Helena’s request, the wench still stood there, staring with this dumb look on her face.

“Are you daft? I asked for more.” Helena barked, losing her patience.

“Apologies, Lady Helena, but I can’t bring you any more. Your Mother has voiced her disapproval of you drinking more than-

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll just pay and be on my way.” Helena interrupted the wench as she reached into her purse.

“No, Lady Helena. I wouldn’t dream of charging a Honeywood. Your drink was on the house, as is any meal you desire.”

Helena paused, resisting the urge to lash out at the kind young woman. With what she thought was great restraint, she shooed the wench away with a wave of her arm.

“Just leave me!” she shouted. As the wench left the table, Helena looked around the bar to see if the patron’s had noticed the scene she’d caused. They all had, each and everyone one of them acted as if they hadn’t, avoiding her gaze as she looked at them. She clenched her fists in anger.  This is why she wanted- no, *needed* to leave the city of Gold-Garden. She was sick of being treated as if she were some sort of exotic caged bird – praised for her beauty, youth, lineage, yet permitted to do nothing but sit still and look pretty. She wanted a real life. An adventurers life of excitement and exploration. Of danger, love and conquest. She wanted to make a name for herself, not as sole heir to house Honeywood, but her a name built of her *own* deeds. If only she could get the chance.

Just then, the doors of the tavern flew open to the sound of boisterous laughter and clunking steel. Helena looked over, not at all surprised to see the Knights of the Garden, a band of mercenaries based in Gold-Garden who’d become quite famous and favored over the years. So famous in fact, that their young leader, Klein, sported the crest of house Honeywood, the blonde bear, on the chest of his shining armor. Helena watched as Klein and his knights settled at the long table in the center of the room which had been left vacant as if expecting them. Helena recognized Klein. It always brightened her day ever so slightly to gaze into his pretty face. His clear, dusky complexion and long flowing raven hair only fueled her infatuation with the man. She recognized the rest of his band, too, but they never caught her eye as much as he did.

One newcomer did catch her eye though, and she audibly gasped at the sight of them. A goblin woman of absurd proportions. Despite being just under 4 feet tall, the goblin sported *massive* curves. Huge, heavy breasts with thick nipples that clearly poked through the thin fabric of her shirt. The goblin’s ass was no less outrageous; Helena pondered how the goblin girl even managed to walk with the comically large mounds of flesh on her backside which jiggled lewdly within her tight leather pants as she walked. Even the goblin’s face bore no modesty, with obscenely large and plump purple lips which contrasted with her olive green skin. Helena looked at the goblin’s long black hair which was styled into two high pony-tails and could only imagine how often they served as handle bars.

The sight of the goblin was certainly off-putting to Helena, but not so much that she’d miss the opportunity to speak with Klein. With a sigh, Helena stood and made her way over to the table.

“Well, if it isn’t Lady Helena! Here, have a seat!” Klein said with a smile on his face, pushing away the man sat beside him to open a seat for Helena. She smiled back at him and sat down, trying to avoid the goblin woman across the table, sat happily in the lap of one of the knights.

“Hello, Klein. It’s been a while since I last saw you. I was beginning to worry for you.” 

“Ha! Worried for me? Worry for my enemies, Helena.” He boasted. His confidence was something Helena was *very* fond of. “This last journey was tedious, that’s all! Sorry to keep you waiting.” He continued, flirtatiously eyeing Helena.

“Such hubris. Are you really so confident?” She asked.

“But of course! My knights and haven’t suffered a casualty in ages, and by now folks everywhere know that Gold-Garden is under my protection.” His boasting wasn’t *totally* accurate, as Gold-Garden had it’s own force of guards, but Helena liked listening to him brag.

“If you’re so confident that nothing will befall you on your journeys, then perhaps you could finally bring me along with you? How could my Mother protest with a record such as yours?”

“Now, Helena, as much as I’d enjoy your lovely company, you know I can’t.” Klein tapped the Honeywood crest on his chest. “This means I’m trusted by your house, which means I’m beholden to the wishes of that house. To entertain your request, even in jest, would betray that trust.”

“Those are the wishes of my mother, not my house. Do I not carry a voice as the heir of Honeywood?”

“If only. Then who knows what kind of fun we could have together.” He said. Helena sighed. Sucking up to her Mother, yet still managing to push her buttons. She couldn’t be angry with him.

*”*Ah, let her come along, it would be fun!” The voice came from the goblin girl, who waved  happily at Helena.

“I’m sorry, but who is this….. goblin? Helena asked Klein directly rather than the goblin.

“Hiya there! I’m Tizzi!” The goblin responded anyway, unphased by Helena’s rude treatment.

“And tell me, Klein, how do you justify keeping the company of an air-headed goblin over my own?

“Teehee! You’re funny!” Tizzi squeaked, somehow still unbothered.

“Tizzi is an integral new addition to our crew, I assure you.” Said Klein. “She’s our…. uhm…..” He stuttered, searching for words.

“Your what? Out with it.” Helena pressed.

“Let me find the right words. The term people typically use might be offensive to the ears of a Lady.” Klein pondered. Tizzi, however, had no such concern for any sensitivities Helena might have.

“I’m their safe-whore!” Tizzi shouted with enthusiasm. Helena’s eyes widened in shock, and she glared at Klein, who simply shrugged.

“And what, by the gods, is a…. is one of those?” Questioned Helena. Klein shook his head.

“My my, Helena. So uninformed of the dangers of today. This is precisely why your Mother forbids you outside these walls.” Klein spoke with a condescending tone that Helena didn’t care for one bit.

“If I’m so ignorant, then explain it to me. I’m no child!”

“Very well. Tell me, sweet Helena, are you familiar with the miasma?”

Helena pondered the question. Miasma? She’d certainly heard the term in passing. Come to think of it, she’d heard it used a lot as of late.

“I have…. but what is it?” She asked.

“Nobody is quite sure exactly what it is, besides dangerous. It started appearing across the land a few months ago. Traveling fogs of pink haze that have… certain effects on those caught inside.”

“I say again, I’m no child. However sensitive you think I am, I can handle the truth.”

“Very well, Helena, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.  The Miasma has a certain effect on the mind similar to an aphrodisiac, though I’ll say, the effect is quite aggressive. Some-” Losing patience with Klein’s long-winded explanation, Tizzi interrupts with her own explanation.

“Basically the miasma turns you into a brainless fuck-monster for as long as you’re in it, and I mean brainless. Morals, sexual preference, self preservation, all fly out the window! Once you feel it you just *gotta* get it on, and there’s no such thing as no! Friends end up raping friends, guys fuck girls, guys fuck guys, girls fuck girls! Hell, you’d probably end up humping your own family if they were there! Afterwards, when the miasma passes, you’re left in an awkward pile of bodies coated in spunk and regret….. It’s fun!” Tizzi giggled as she finished, proud of her explanation. Meanwhile, Helena was left stunned, covering her open mouth with her hand.

“….That’s the basic gist of it, yes. The emergence of the miasma is has been incredibly dangerous for adventurers. Entire warrior guilds have disbanded under the weight of the… well, embarrassment. Not to mention the danger to your life. Gangs of bandits have started following the clouds of miasma at safe distances, then ambushing the exhausted victims. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. The miasma is a very real threat to adventurers, one that can’t be ignored. However unlikely the event, if my band and I were to fall victim to the miasma, we’d like a sort of… outlet, to direct our lusts away from each other.” Explained Klein.

“That’s where safe-whores come in! I take the attention of as many as people as possible so that they don’t end up fucking each other senseless!” Said the tactless goblin.

“Typically, a group our size will keep multiple safe-whores, and they’re all slaves. I don’t condone such behavior, so Tizzi, a willing participant, is our only one.” said Klein.

Helena, in a horrid mix of shock, disgust, and reluctant, unwelcome arousal.

“You volunteered for something so… so… vile!? So immoral? Why?” Helena shouted, outraged. Tizzi, puzzled as to what Helena has to be upset about simply shrugged.

“I mean, just look at these guys. Burly, muscular, hung like horses. What’s the down side here? As far as I’m concerned the sooner I get fucked into a coma, the better.” Tizzi said.

Red in the face with anger and embarrassment, Helena stood up.

“I’d never! You’re.. You’re a filthy goblin with a filthy mouth! You and your… vulgar body!” Helena stuttered during her outburst, still distracted by the goblin’s absurd and bulging curves. Helena turned to Klein. “Klein, don’t tell me you’ve laid with this… green whore!? Tell me it isn’t so!”

“Calm down, Helena. No, I haven’t, though I can’t say the same for all of my men. You must understand, though, that in time I may have to in order to preserve my honor.”

“Any knight who would be driven to such a point has no honor to begin with! You can’t do this to me!” Helena let those last words slip, almost unintentionally. She almost wished Klein hadn’t heard, but alas, he had. Now, he stood too.

“Listen, Helena, perhaps we may have fancied each other in the past, but I’m a knight under your house now. I can’t take you with me, let alone ruin your purity!”

“My purity? Who’s to say I ever wanted such a thing? As far as I’m concerned, Klein, you, your knights and your merry green whore can all just… go fuck each other to death!” Helena shouted, loud enough for all the tavern to hear. She didn’t care, it’s not like they would dare speak of it. Without another look at Klein or Tizzi, she stomped out of the tavern and out into the street. She couldn’t stand to look at them, and she couldn’t stand to face her mother either. She decided that tonight, she’d sleep at the inn next door to the tavern, and knowing this city, she’d not have to pay a single piece.

Helena woke drowsy. Hungover. Hardly present. There was some sort of commotion out in the streets. She could hear people shouting, cursing, some even laughing. What was going on? What time was it? Helena needed to know what, but no doubt she looked a mess. Her hair was frizzy and messy, her makeup probably smeared across her face. She shook her head. Why should she even care anymore? The citizens would worship the ground she walked on no matter what. With a reluctant groan, she got out of bed and walked out of the inn, into the street. There, she saw it. She was shocked into silence.

The Knights of the Garden, stripped naked and collapsed in the middle of the road. The men groaned and writhed, trying to manage to get back on their feet, but failing under total fatigue. Helena spotted Tizzi among her, lying on her back atop a pile of two men. Helena saw the goblin’s nakedness for the first time. Tizzi’s breasts appeared even more massive now, and her impeccably smooth, dark green nipples looked hard enough to cut stone. The massive cushion of her ass elevated her wide hips into the air, where her legs were spread open. Helena tried to fight it, but couldn’t stop her eyes from tracing down to the Tizzi’s plump, meaty cunt, fully on display. Helena couldn’t believe how… juicy it looked. The lips of Tizzi’s
vagina were fat parts of flesh squeezed together so tightly that Helena could hardly see her entrance….. Which was absolutely *gushing* with the semen of the knights. Helena watched horrified as the cum oozed out of Tizzi, who sported the most bizarre, haunting smile that Helena couldn’t get out of her head. Tizzi’s eyes were crossed and nearly rolled all the way back into her head, she hardly seemed present.

Then, Helena finally saw him. Her beloved Klein. The heroic, esteemed knight who she hoped would be the one to whisk her away to a life of adventure. He lied flat on his back, covered in semen. Helena gagged in horror. Her knight had been tainted.. ruined. Tears in her eyes, Helena turned the nearest citizen and frantically questioned them.

“What is the meaning of this? What happened here?”

“There was a report of a miasma cloud nearing the city early this morning. The knights were sent out to confirm its course and make sure there was no cause to lock down the city, but they encountered a group of bandits. They got caught in the cloud during the fight, and barely made it out.”

“Gods, no! What of the miasma? Are we safe?” Helena cried, praying that the city would remain safe.

“The city is in no danger. That’s the last thing Klein said before he…. collapsed.”

Helena shook her head. Was this really happening? Was this the danger that she had been so eager to encounter outside the walls.?

“He-Helena.” Tizzi’s voice sounded weakly, though just loud enough to get Helena’s attention. The goblin teetered on the edge of consciousness, still wearing that same, crazy smile.

“Maybe you can come with us next time. Turns out one wasn’t enough. Hahahahaa…. ha..” Tizzi let out a high pitched, squeaky laugh before losing consciousness again. Helena could only watch in horror. She squeezed her legs together and hid her crotch with her hands, hoping no one would notice the shame of the wetness soaking her pants.

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