Tales of the Goblin West: New Sheriff In Town (Patreon)

I’ve had this working in pieces for a few years now! I wrote the original Goblin West as a one-shot of goblin outlaws (The Pumpkin Bumpkin Gang) and liked the concept enough to run with it. I started this one up as well, but just came and went on it over long stretches. I ended up running a fantasy western game in DnD along the way, but finally felt like wrapping up this one with the start of the final sex scene.

I mostly just used goblins in the first story, but figured I’d tie in more fantasy races for fun. A sexy goblin nun’s been in mind for ages, and I know I’m not the first one. And size difference centaur stuff’s always fun when I can find an excuse for it. I feel like I didn’t make the most out of the gnome protagonist being a gnome, but she was fun anyway as a general crafty and flirty/secretly horny shortstack.

Toot slept soundly locked up in her jail cell. She actually didn't wake up until she heard the slamming of the front door to the sheriff's office. The blue-haired gnome grumbled as she rolled over, looking wearily at the smirking, scruffy man wearing a silver star standing on the other side of the bars.

"Well it looks like that new sheriff arrived," the man chortled.

"Yup," Toot muttered as she sat back upright. She had spent the night in the cell wearing just an undershirt and a pair of shorts.

"I ain't surprised. The new guy's supposed to be good, so no wonder he tossed another troublemakin' gnome behind bars." Toot supposed she was pretty unmistakable as a gnome. You occasionally heard of one passing as a child, but they had brightly colored hair and thicker limbs and curves that made them pretty recognizable. Toot herself had aqua-colored hair that she usually kept in a pair of buns on either side of her head, now just in two long strands down either side of her face. Her slight pudge was mostly visible in her small but shapely breasts and a wide set of hips tucked into her shorts.

"Uh huh," Toot said dismissively. She reached under her pillow and took out the jailhouse keys. She sorted through them before leaning up on her tiptoes and unlocking it. The gnome pushed it open with ease as she grabbed her clothes off the nearby table. She pulled on her vest and pants, ignoring the deputy as she pinned her gold star badge to her vest and adjusted a gnome-sized cowboy hat. The man went understandably quiet.

"Then uh... why were you in the cell?"

"I'll be honest, Jeb... it's Jeb, right? The paperwork said you'd be a Jeb Doogal." The deputy nodded. "This town's a mess. I tried staying in my office but the bed was hard as a rock. No one respects the law enough to give me a room neither. It so happens that the jail cells have better beds than the office."

Sheriff Toot Bronzehandle went over to the sheriff's desk, where the chair was already down as low as it could go. She had to fiddle with its base to get it low enough where she could literally climb up into it, pulling the lever again to boost herself up high enough to see over the top of it. Fortunately, gnomes had an unnatural talent for all things mechanical. She swept a hand across a few papers.

"I'm still tryin' to piece together how you can keep Graywater running. Do I understand that you've got a church with no preachers in town?" Gnomes weren't big on religion, but some folks needed that kind of thing out west.

"Well yea..." Jeb admitted. "We just got Nunny running things out there."

"Okay," Toot said brightly. "A nun. At least that's something. I should check in with her to see how that's going."

"If that's your thing, I guess..."

Toot gave him a brief glance before Jeb shut up again. "And it looks like most of the cash in town goes to either the brothel or the arms dealer. More than the general store, and almost none in the bank. Also says here that the doctor is also the gravedigger." She tapped a pencil on the paperwork. "That sound like an orderly town to you, Jeb?"

"Well..." The lanky man scratched his long mess of dirty black hair. "We're pretty far west, and you know what they say about that... besides, the last sheriff did things his own way..."

"And your last sheriff got himself shot," Toot interrupted. She paused to check her paperwork. "Twenty... SEVEN times?"

"That was throughout the day," Jeb mumbled.

"Good. Great," Toot said with a smirk on her face.

"It is?"

"Sure is. I like keeping myself busy."

Toot cranked on her chair again to lower herself before grabbing a gunbelt off the rack. Even at her tiny size, her hips were wide enough that the revolver and its holster hung at an off angle to one side but stayed on. "I'm going out for a while, Jeb. Meetin' the locals and all. Can you watch the office and not screw that up?"

Jeb nodded as he shuffled his feet uncomfortably. "Probably."

"Good boy, Jeb."

Things were much how Toot had described. The general store was barely stocked and being watched by a bored young man. The sight of the busty little sheriff was clearly the biggest thing he'd seen in a while. Toot stopped by the saloon for a root beer and scout out the locals, quickly annoyed by just how many of them were up and drinking before noon. They still quieted down and tipped their hats when they spotted the shining star on the little lady (Toot had put some of her personal rust remover on it to make it shine in the first place).

She decided to put off her check on the brothel and headed to the church. Folks seemed to stop by there all days of the week, which was odd since she thought the humans had Sunday as their holy day. Or was it Wednesday? Either way, the Monday saw several smiling faces leaving the place one by one. A big bald man in a dusty suit sat beside the front door, a hand resting suggestively on a box that marked by a sign that had "Donashuns $" painted on it. Like most of the townsfolk, he eyed her strangely until he saw the sheriff's badge.

"Won't be long, er..." Toot hesitated as she tried to remember the word humans used for their fellow holy folk. "Bro." She hurried her boots inside before he could question her response any further.

The inside of the church was shoddy, but not the worst place she'd ever seen. There were some muddy footprints and some of the chalices and crosses could use a polish, but its old, unpainted walls were dusted and floors swept. No fancy glass pictures or paintings on the wall, but it was a humble little holy place. She didn't see anyone inside, but there was a curtain drawn across a booth with a set of doors. She wouldn't have recognized a confessional from her businesslike gnomish upbringing, so she figured it worked like a camera booth. Someone on one end of the booth talked or worked while the other person couldn't see.

She knocked on the center of the booth's wooden divider and waited. Nobody answered, but before she could knock again there came a grumbling noise. Some muffled words said under their breath. "Scuse me?" Toot asked.

"-in here," someone mumbled back.

"Oh good. I was hopin' AHHH SPITSHINE!" Inside the booth was an older man, his pants around his ankles and his dick somewhere against the wall. Toot blushed and swept the curtain shut before she could see too much. She considered things for a moment before she opened up the other side of the booth. Behind that curtain was a female goblin on her knees, skin the color of a sour apple and dressed in a long black gown with a nun's habit on her head. Even with her concealing clothes, they were tight-fitting enough that every curve of her massive hips, little waist, and heavily hanging bust was visible. Some violet curls peeked out from the veiling hat, and a long and narrow nose poked out over some pouty lips. Said lips were wrapped around a large pink cock that came through a slot in the wall between her and the human man.

"Eh... excuse me," Toot stammered. "Are you... Nunny?"

The goblin nun nodded, holding up a finger to ask for a pause. She opened her mouth wider and took even more of the man's shaft inside her. She drooled down his rod until her pointed nose pushed against the wall, drawing him closer until his balls pushed through the slot. She took them in her red-nailed hands and bounced them lightly in her palms, the short but curvy girl's paws only able to handle one of the hefty nuts each. Her ears perked up as her head sloppily pushed up and down, noisily slobbering over his cock until she let out a delighted squeal. Nunny tensed up as the grunting grew louder from the other side of the booth accompanied by a rhythmic thumping. Nunny giggled and pulled her head away, drooling a few drops of cum. She caught them with a practiced gesture of her hand before they landed on her black gown, licking her fingers and stepping back out of the booth.

"Sorry for the rush job, Mister Bidwell!" Nunny chimed in a cheery and squeaky little voice. It was the high pitch that Toot had spent a few years learning to avoid using during her law training.

"No worries. You did an even better job than usual," the older man praised as he finished buckling his belt. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a few dollars in coins, but Nunny waved him off.

"Ah ah. In the donation box," the goblin urged. The man retracted his hand and nodded. Bidwell's eyes went between Toot and Nunny before he left the "church" at a quick pace.

"Bless ya, mister!" Nunny called after him. She shook her head with a big smile on her face when he turned to Toot. "It's good seein' the spirit flowin' through people."

"Is that really what's flowing around here?" Toot asked. She folded her arms impatiently, letting them rest on her cleavage. "I'm about 80% sure this ain't what humans go to churches for. Is it?"

"Oh, I dunno." Nunny shrugged, making her boobs bounce beneath her robe. She clearly wore nothing underneath it. "I ain't a nun."

"You're... Nunny, right?"

"Nunny Applebutter! Good to meetcha!" The goblin nun thrust out a hand for a shake. Toot grimaced after remembering what they were just doing, but forced herself to shake the musky hand. She made a point to wash up asap. "I run the church house here."

"Yea… Toot Bronzehandle. New sheriff in town. And you're not a nun? Or a priest or a rabi or anything?" Toot asked warily.

"Nah, not really. I met one once though!"

"Uh huh..." Toot looked around the church with a leery eye. She saw the big bald guy look in with a frown, but Nunny waved to him.

"It's alright, Chester! She's a lawman!" Nunny called out to him.

"So you're undermining the brothel. Is that it?" Toot demanded.

"Oh nah! I'm doin' that religion thing people do. With the gods and all." Toot's expression cooled but still stared suspiciously. Nunny licked her lips hungrily and looked around. "Here. Lemme getcha some wine. It's a hoot of a story... people ask for it all the time"

The two short humanoids sat in one of the pews while Nunny poured her a drink in some important-looking cups and told her story. Nunny had been an average goblin, which meant a dumb and horny beast of a lady roaming the Weird West. She had tried flirting with a traveling holy man once, but he turned her down. Not only did he decline sex, but he offered her some clothes and food and some neat stories about lions and fish and stuff. Said that people had plans for her so she should make plans of her own. She followed him around, learning his stuff for a while before parting ways. When she found the church in Graywater didn't have any holy folks, she stepped up to the task.

"You know this isn't what human religions do, right?" Toot said as she warily drank her wine. It was pretty good stuff, all things considered, if a little light on the alcohol.

"I dunno about that," Nunny said, tilting her head thoughtfully. "They go someplace quiet to think about stuff... there's kneeling and say 'oh god' and 'holy' somethin' or other. They give money and I use it to keep the church pretty and mail the rest off to good people. And people who come here and tell me their problems and end up happier thanks to me. So what's the problem with that?"

Toot furrowed her brow. "I... can't argue with that. I feel like I should, but I can't."

“You got any problems goin’ on, sheriff?” Nunny pried.

“This whole town’s a problem,” Toot chuckled. “I’ve been scouting around and trying to find out why everything’s such a mess around Graywater. Everyone’s just about guns, sex and booze… more’n the regular people in the Weird West, even.”

“Probably cuz of all the goblins,” Nunny said as she took another sip. Toot raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, but not me,” Nunny clarified. “But the Green Meanies that hang out in the old mines cause trouble every now and again.”

“Trouble how?”

“They come riding in, demand or just take a buncha money. Tend to spend it all in the brothels, if they don’t just take that too. Don’t often hurt a lot of people, but it can put people on edge, y’know?”

Toot sighed and shook her head. Goblins could be perfectly reasonable, but whenever they got it into their heads to form a gang they were always a source of chaos.

“And the last sheriff allowed all this?”

“Yup. Said it was easier than stopping them. Of course, everyone said he was taking a cut to keep quiet about it. Til a few weeks ago anyway. The Meanies made another run and he said it was a smooth success like it was some kinda local holiday. Folks didn’t take kindly to that.”

“They didn’t take kindly to it twenty-seven times, from what I heard.” Nunny nodded. “And were any of those shots yours?”

Nunny rolled her eyes, avoiding the sheriff’s gaze while she drank deeper from her glass to hide her face.

“Relax. I’m not going to hang a quarter of the town for dethroning a crooked official.” Toot swigged the last of her wine. “I just want to find out what’s going on so I can put a stop to it and make Graywater a better place.”

“Oh! Well good!” Nunny said happily. “So we got the same job!”

“Very different jobs,” Toot corrected. “But the same goals. Could I count on you to help if I need it?”

“Absolutely!” Nunny offered another busy hand and Toot figured she was in deep enough as it was. She shook it again. “Y’all know where to find me.”

“I guess I do. I’ll just knock louder next time.”

“But if you’re looking for help,” Nunny pitched in. “You might wanna check the Spice Rack.”

“You mean the whorehouse?”

“That’s the one! Lot of them ladies ain’t too happy about the Meanies either, last I heard. Plus they got the best shot in town workin’ for them.”

“Thanks. I’ll be sure to make a housecall,” Toot said as she turned towards the door.

“Oh they charge by the hour for those,” Nunny mused. Toot stopped in her tracks. “Oh! You meant… yea, nevermind. Have a good day, sheriff.”

Toot went back towards the center of town where the brothel was more central than the church or the sheriff’s office. The Spice Rack was certainly a lively place. It was full of drink, music, pretty gals without a lot of clothes on, and plenty of people there to enjoy the first three. It was a mix of humans and goblins working there, so Toot managed to blend in by looking somewhere between the employees and the customers. After some asking around for who was in charge, she was pointed towards a middle-aged woman with a low red corset. She had long, dark brown hair that hung down to her belows, which were currently resting on the bar as she casually oversaw things from behind it. She wore a broad and lace-wrapped hat that acted as a more practical mock-up of a woman of class. She'd nod to the occasional customer and share a few cheerful words, but there was a subtly businesslike air around her that Toot could sense and respect.

"Scuse me," Toot asked as she stepped up to the bar. She caught a boot on the bottom of one stool and made a quick climb onto it. "New sheriff in town. Toot Bronzehandle. Looking for Sugar."

"That'd be me," the woman behind the bar purred. She smirked as she leaned a little closer, making her hefty and freckled breasts swell over her arms and threaten to escape her corset. "What can I do for ya, sherriff?"

"I'm following up on the Green Meanies. I understand you've got some stakes in them."

The woman frowned seriously for the first time since Toot had seen her. She started to walk around the bar with what Toot thought was heavy bootsteps. They turned out to be hoofbeats as she revealed herself as a full-blown centaur with a coat of chestnut fur akin to her hair. She wore nothing below her human half apart from a large holster. A short-barreled shotgun was slung to her equine side.

"Just what are you thinkin' here, sheriff?" the centaur pried.

"Trying to solve everyone's problems like the last sheriff couldn't. Part of my nature as a gnome and lady of the law."

"Well that's awful noble of you, but the Meanies don't much care for law. Most folks that try solvin' them end up shot up real good."

"I wasn't planning to come at them alone. Lot of the townsfolk seem like they've given up, but they stand to lose a lot. Considering how much business comes your way, I'm sure you're concerned for your money and your girls each time they roll into town."

The hostess pursed her lips for a moment before nodding towards the end of the brothel. There was a set of stairs to one side, and a gently sloping ramp beyond that. She went up the latter and took Toot to one of her rooms.

---

Shortly after, there was a knock at the door.

"Ya sent for me, ma'am?" a low, drawling voice asked at her door.

"Sure did, dear. Step right in."

An orc entered the room and shut the door behind him. He was big, even for the already intimidating race. He had some thick stubble over his solid jaw and had the garb of your run of the mill cowboy. The real kind, mind, given Tink's quick assessment of his well-worn boots and jeans, the hefty gun on his hip, as well as the patched bullet holes in his vest. He rolled a cigar between his tusks as he eyed Toot suspiciously.

"Toot, this here's Dug Ornery," Sugar explained, gesturing to the orc. "Bouncer and head of security. I think he's just the man for the job."

"What job's that?"Dug pried, still fixated on the gnome.

"I plan to head handle the Green Meanies once and for all."

Dug frowned at their name and turned to Sugar. "Now, ma'am, you pay me real good-like, but there's a lot of them runts. I can keep 'em as orderly as I can when they come in here, but don't matter how little they are when they got that many guns."

"That's why we're not going to shoot them," Toot explained. "Or fight them at all."

Dug raised an eyebrow at that.

"We're going to find their base and fuck them silly so they can't come back to town again."

Dug's other eyebrow went up.

"So uh... I ain't no saloon door, Miss Sugar. I don't swing whatever way ya need me to..."

"Oh we'd be handling the fucking part."

"Oh thank the stars," Dug sighed in relief.

"We'd need you for the trapping part. Sugar here tells me you can wield more than just a gun. Is that right?"

---

The Green Meanies had holed themselves up in the old Hoek's Claim mine. It was a shallow but profitable coal mine tunnel digging under a not-quite-mountain, not-quite-hill. It had gotten too unstable for humans to keep digging, leaving the smaller, quicker, and harder to squash goblins to slip in and make a tricky little base for themselves. Even if people got inside, they had a hard time keeping up with the runts that knew its tunnels and maneuvered better inside them.

One particular bandit snored on top of a barrel right outside the entrance. A lady's broad hat was placed over his face, its feather blowing along with his snorting breaths. Whichever of his keen goblin senses or survival instincts caught on first, he nudged it out of his face and looked wearily towards the surrounding desert.

“Howdy, boys,” Toot greeted, the short woman’s hands resting on her broad hips. “Just wanted to swing by and give my regards to the boss.”

The sleeping watchman rubbed his eyes to confirm what he was seeing. Three women were standing in the sand in front of him wearing lingerie and giving him flirty glances. What felt like a waking dream or a mirage was disproved when Sugar took back her hat and set it on her head. Even the centaur had donned a complicated-looking set of lace and garters that accentuated her quadrupedal backend while wearing nothing but a vest to mostly cover her tits. Nunny still wore her habit but over a black bra, thong and leggings while Toot had borrowed a bright purple set of lingerie from The Spice Rack. Her gold sheriff badge was pinned onto the skimpy bra to highlight her status compared to her clothing that exposed half her nipples.

The goblin guard’s eyes widened further as he shouted back down the mineshaft. “Guys! Guys, c’mere!”

A few more goblins crawled out of the tunnel before gawking at the sight. They scrambled out for a closer look before they smacked and shoved at each other in disbelief.

“Hey, what’s this all about?!” one of the warier little goons demanded.

“Name’s Sheriff Bronzehandle,” the scantily-dressed gnome said as she strut forward, hands on her wide hips.

She slung a leg around the goblin’s waist and ran a hand through his hair. She was very clearly unarmed, or else there was a very small and very lucky derringer on her somewhere.

“I heard about how you boys handle sheriffs in these parts and thought I’d work out a much friendlier arrangement. Startin’ with us gals treatin’ your boys to a private show to show there’s no hard feelings.”

“HELL YES!” one of the goblin goons shouted.

“What if it’s a trick?” another asked with some dwindling suspicion.

“So what?! They’re not packing anything and we’d have their only lawman… er, law lady surrounded and outnumbered. Get your junker wet for once, Gig!”

A pair of the rowdy goblins ran back into the tunnel and pried at it with a thick beam, pushing the rocks aside enough for even Sugar to squeeze inside. They were led down a few tunnels before reaching a more open area, packed with stolen loot, gold, food and booze. A few dozen goblins looked their way and Toot wouldn’t have liked her odds against them, even if they had an ambush in mind. There was no obvious leader of the bunch, all of them dressed in the predictable mix of jeans, coats, shirts and cowboy hats with the occasional bandana. All of which worked fine for her plan anyway.

The posse and the goblin guards presented their case and the rest of the Green Meanies seemed just as compliant with the idea. They hooted and cheered as the trio of ladies separated and started teasing their way through the drooling bandits. Sugar scooped one of them up in her arms, planting a long kiss on his mouth. The little green bandit’s eyes popped wide open as she hugged him to her chest instead, shaking her shoulders to motorboat them in his face. The brothel centaur’s tits popped out from behind her vest and quickly showed they were big enough to fit most of his head in between them.

The bandit groped and licked at her tits as her upper half turned around, seating him on her furry back. She opened his fly and started stroking his hard little member as she turned to glance at the others.

“Don’t be shy now, boys! Plenty of room in the back.”

With a practiced swing of her hoof, Sugar kicked a nearby crate behind her. She bent her hind legs forward, resting on her knees and spreading her hind legs to open up her equine pussy. She gave a flourish of her tail, offering up the especially large pussy and tight, prominent asshole for the horny goblin gang. They scrambled up the box to get level with them until one fully mounted her rear, hanging onto her tail and vigorously humping her ass. Another stood on the box to pound her pussy, three of them getting off on her while she still had room to spare. Sugar still moaned and writhed, stomping her hooves on occasion to exaggerate the pleasure she got from the quick, sticky loads they were firing off on her fur and insides.

Nunny had found her own cluster of bandits, nudging her way in between them. She bumped her plump little boobs and hips against the goblins who were much more her size than Sugar’s. She sent her hands roaming around their crotches, giving curious squeezes at the dusty goblin bulges.

“Blessin’s be on you annnnd you… ooh! Extra big blessing on you now, ain’t there?”

Nunny beamed and knelt in front of one of the larger goblins (both vertically and horizontally). She tugged down his battered jeans and folded her hands in a mock-prayer, clasping the meaty goblin dick between them. She planted a firm kiss on the throbbing tip before running her tongue up the length underneath. Her eyes fluttered and she took a deep breath before sighing it back out. She’d been happy doing her work at the church, but the place didn’t bring in other goblins that often.

“Thank ya, lord man. I missed this,” she muttered before she shoved her face into his lap.

Nunny slurped down his dick while her hands went lashing out around her, pulling off belts and jerking cocks off all around her. Her expert tongue and ball-cupping hands worked her fellow goblins over until one squirted a streak of jizz across her habit. She giggled giddily, making the dick in her mouth vibrate around with her tightening lips and tongue. She felt it swell in her mouth and hastily loosened her oral grip, rolling out her tongue and letting it spray semen across her smiling face. She squealed as her pupils dilated into beady hearts. She whirled around in a frenzied passion, kissing and tugging as many cocks as she could to keep the bukkake going.

Toot was winding her own share of goblins into a frenzy. She strode up to them with her hands on her hips and a coy smile, shaking her stocky hips as she went. She ran a finger over her badge’s edge before cupping and bouncing her breasts in her hands.

“Now which one of you boys is lookin’ to get punished by the new sheriff first?” she purred.

One of the scruffy-haired goblins sprang up from his seat and grabbed her tits, salivating at the offer. She giggled and made a show of swatting his ass a few times across the back of his overalls.

“My my! You ARE a naughty one, aren’t you?” she giggled ditzily to play up her sweet act.

She let him tug down her bra and latch his mouth onto one of her nipples, sucking and moaning eagerly. She had to admit it was sloppy but exciting enough to get her nipples hard for him. She smiled and turned around to stand in front of one of the other hooting thugs.

“Anybody sitting here?” she asked as she shook her ass at the second.

“Yes, ma’am. Ya need a seat?” he offered with a snickering sort of politeness.

“Oh, don’t bother.”

Toot bumped her butt back into his chest, tipping the latest goblin over backward. He fell harmlessly into the dust and the sheriff sat on his face while she pulled on the suckling goblin’s bandana. He followed her along on the makeshift leash as she rode the one goblins face and unclasped the first’s overalls. They dropped around his ankles and she promptly leaned in, stuffing his erection between her tits. The round little orbs bounced to stroke his cock between the warm flesh, lightly kissing the tip so that it oozed precum over her cleavage. She smiled and purred as she rocked in place, titfucking him while she bounced her crotch on his friend’s.

“C’mon, boys. You call yourselves a gang and you’re turnin’ down a gangbang?”

The remaining goblins descended on her as they tossed away their clothes as fast as they could get them off. She found herself buried in dirty bandit cocks and balls, which she was surprised to find was strangely enjoyable. She carried herself with dignity when she could, but she didn’t often get to let herself cut loose like this. Watching Nunny get nutted on in all directions while the gang tried to figure out how many dicks they could stuff into Sugar was an erotic sight when she could see past the overcrowded horny outlaws. They groaned and grunted as she turned herself at an awkward angle, using whatever she could to get them off. She found herself with their musky little cocks shoved up her every hole and crevice, taking one under her armpit while she jerked off another. She suckled a pair of balls while nuzzling her nose against another, and leaned forward to raise her chubby ass for another to hotdog between her cheeks. The pinned one had pulled her lower lingerie aside, slurping noisily at her pussy. Another had squatted between some of the others and stuck his cock in there as well. Toot’s eyes fluttered and she moaned as the plan worked better than she hoped. Not only were they paying attention to her, she was the horniest she’d been in a while with so many of them paying attention to her. And having cum running down her tits while her clit was trapped between a cock and a tongue was certainly something new and thrilling. She moaned as she leaned into the cock fucking her face, just for it to jizz all over her nose. Her eyes rolled in mindless delight as she squirted over their mouths and dicks, shuddering as she orgasmed hard amongst them. She grabbed onto anything she could, which was of course more grinding goblin dick while her vibrating body just encouraged them to cum more over her sweaty body. She just gulped it down as it hit her tongue and even licked up seconds as she turned to messily kiss the next one.

“Mmmm, YEA! Let’s keep this party going, boys! Drinks are on the new sheriff!” she proclaimed, leaning back and spreading her legs invitingly.

---

The girls let the goblins have their way until they were all exhausted and the three of them were a mess. Toot didn’t mind so much, considering that some of the cum was her own. When she insisted they had to get back to town, a few of the goons finally redressed and escorted them back out.

“Well this’ really been great! Come on by anytime, sheriff,” one of the brawnier (but still short) Meanies offered.

Toot smiled back at him as the three ladies stepped out of the cave. She stopped just outside and turned to face them.

“I’m glad you see it that way. Because I’d like to make an arrangement. Dug?”

There was an echoing thud as glowing runes flashed across the mine’s entrance. The goblins’ faces dropped as the bouncer stepped out, dusting his hands off with peculiar purple sparkles falling off them. One of the faster thinking goblins whipped out a gun and fired at him, but the bullet bounced off the newly installed barrier. The gang variously yelped and shrieked as they ducked to avoid the ricochet.

“I think you’ll find that it’s impenetrable. Only things that have been marked by the caster can pass through,” Toot explained with a polite smile.

The orc stepped over to one of the old minecarts, which had a glowing symbol that matched the barrier’s. He gave it a shove and let it roll through the mine’s opening.

“Took me a while to put together. Thanks for given’ me so much time at the front gate,” he chuckled.

“So consider yourselves under house arrest. You looked pretty stocked in there for now, but I know you’ll go through all that food and water before too long. Now I seem to recall that there were still some silver veins down there, and you’ve sure got a lot of valuables you can’t really spend. Why don’t you see about putting them into that cart there and we can arrange something a little more useful for you lot to keep down there?”

The captured goblins gawked at her and their new predicament. One of the goblins in the rear muttered to the others before they nodded and scrambled down. Some back and forth runners finally came back with some jewelry and other fineries that they loaded into the minecart and pushed back out.

“Would ya… would ya mind makin’ a shopping trip for us, sheriff?” one of them muttered mousily.

“With a delivery fee and taxes towards the town taken out of it? Absolutely,” the half-naked Toot smiled.

With the bandit problem under control and at least some of the valuables to return, they started trekking back to town. Toot felt pretty pleased with herself and the others were giggling and chatting over their success.

“That was a hell of a plan there, sheriff,” Sugar praised her as she brushed some of the cum off of her horsehair.

“If being a lawlady doesn’t work out for you, I think you’d be perfect down at The Spice Rack.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Toot giggled back.

“But I should have just secured my post out here. I’ll be sure to keep you all on call, but for now, I can see about putting some of this income pumping back into the town to freshen things up. We could patch up the old church, get some small businesses goin’ again… and maybe set a little of my wages aside for a visit to you and your house of highly recommended repute. Cuz I don’t know if it’s the same for you gals, but… oof!”

Toot shivered as she licked her lips again.

“That little crimefightin’ session might’ve awakened some powerful urges in me.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to arrange something for you, Bronzehandle,” Sugar chuckled, patting her on the head.