[ Bloodwolf (Level 3) has been dominated. ]

  [ You have leveled up! Level 2 -> 3 ]

  Within its mind she felt a slight shift, and then, complete control.

  Control calmed her down. Gabby had been constantly on edge while picking out spines. She had frequently checked if the wolf was going to change its mind. Maybe once she had picked out enough barbs it would decide attacking her was an option.

  The wolf never did that though. It had only watched as Gabby meticulously removed thorns from its fur. Growing more and more comfortable in the goblin’s presence.

  She did feel a bit bad about dominating the wolf. But Gabby’s own safety came first, she hadn't lived this long on her own without being cautious. It also helped that the wolf didn't seem to notice that it now viewed Gabby as its master. The shift in its perception actually seemed to make it happy. It now had someone it could view as part of its pack.

  With a tired sigh, Gabby leaned her back against the wolf. Her hands were burning. She hadn't managed to avoid getting stung while helping the wolf and now she was paying for that. It was like thousands of tiny bugs were crawling along her fingers. She shook her hands, trying to ignore the feeling. It wasn’t painful, just extremely uncomfortable.

  Now that she had time to rex, Gabby opened up her status. Three new status points were avaible to her. Dominating the wolf had somehow granted her a level up. She still didn’t understand how that worked. But she did know what it meant.

  [ Your Strength has increased: 5 -> 8 ]

  A groan escaped Gabby's lips as she felt her muscles grow again. The surge of power flowed through her. Her cock began to strain the slime as the pleasure filled her body. If it wasn't for her itchy hands she would be masturbating right now.

  Gabby stood up, admiring herself and how light she felt. Her body was still slightly pudgy from before she had put any points into strength. But now there were serious muscles hidden beneath that yer of fat. She had grown rger rather than simply losing the mass.

  The most obvious proof of this was her butt, it had always been rge for her stature, but now it was bigger and bouncier. Her thighs were jiggly in the best possible way. And her abs… She really loved her abs. They weren't super pronounced, but they were there. Gabby traced her hand across the bumpy skin. She wished she could lick them, if her tongue was long enough she would. But for now she would have to settle with licking her lips instead.

  Her height has increased as well, Gabby was pretty sure she was taller than any of the goblins in her old tribe now, except the chief. Maybe that was why he was so much rger and stronger than the rest of the goblins—He could see the blue screen.

  It didn't matter. Gabby had left the tribe for a reason. She didn't want to think about it any more. Right now, all she wanted was to go home and sleep. It was too te in the day to hunt.Not that she was in any shape to do it; Gabby shook her itchy hands.

  “Wolf get up! Go Gabby’s cave.“

  The wolf tried to stand at Gabby's command. Its unsteady paws struggled to support the weight of its rge form. Biteleaf poison was still coursing through its veins, making every movement sluggish and clumsy.

  “Wolf too slow!” Gabby muttered. Her compint was punctuated with a frustrated gre, causing the wolf to shrink in response. Ears and tails drooped as it realised it was unable to appease its master.

  If Gabby wanted to return home before dark she would have to do something. Criticizing the half-paralyzed wolf was unfortunately not going to make it move any faster. A part of her was tempted to simply leave the wolf in the ravine and walk home, but another part of her was feeling the stupid mushy feelings about leaving the wolf alone in the ravine.

  With a groan, Gabby positioned herself under the wolf. Gritting her teeth as she put her enhanced muscles to work, she hauled the wolf onto her back. Or at least as much as she could. The wolf was much rger than her, so its hind legs were left limply dragging along the ground, digging small furrows into the dirt as Gabby moved.

  Loose dirt slid out from under her feet as she scaled the slope. The usually easy climb was a lot worse carrying all the extra weight of the wolf. With the constant sliding she was forced to keep a steady pace, her legs burning to make sure she didn't lose more ground than she gained.

  “Heavy.” Gabby gasped for air as she reached the top. “Next time, wolf carry Gabby.”

  She began moving towards the cave. Carrying the wolf was a lot easier when she didn’t have to scale a hill, and with the reduced exertion it gave her time to think about more important things. “Wolf needs name.” Gabby decred out loud, speaking through the bond at the same time.

  A rge wet tongue licked her ear in response. The wolf was seemingly happy with any attention that Gabby gave it.

  Gabby wracked her brain. She was tempted to call it something simple like: Wolfy or Bitch—she was a girl wolf after all. But Gabby wasn’t really happy with those names. They felt too basic, too crude.

  She needed to give the wolf an actual name, something feminine. “How about… Iona?” Gabby asked. Simultaneously she forced the name into the wolf’s head.

  Iona’s ears perked up at her new name being called. Gabby could hear her tail vigorously swishing across the ground behind them. The ear licks grew fiercer coaxing out a small giggle from Gabby as she pushed the eager Iona away.

  “Slime needs name too.” She realized. Serving Gabby so passionately should come with rewards. She was a generous mistress after all. Blob and Slimy were good contenders but much like her first ideas for Iona, were too simple.

  “Slime name… Tara.“ Tara had no understanding of what was happening. Its mind had remained solely focused on being the best bikini it could be—which it was doing expertly. But its mistress was excited so Tara was excited.

  Eventually they reached Gabby’s cave. The goblin couldn’t wait to y back on her bed and rex. The st two days had been exhausting and there were few things she wanted more than to jerk off and sleep.

  Maneuvering Iona into the cave was a bit of a hassle. The entrance was almost too small for the wolf to enter at all, let alone when Gabby was carrying her. But after a minute of shoving the weakened wolf, they had managed to get her through the opening.

  “Lie there.“ Gabby pointed to the straws that made up her bed, as she began stacking the rocks in front of the entrance. Iona staggered the rest of the way before slumping down onto her side. Her chest rose and sank with heavy breaths from the exertion.

  Gabby soon joined Iona on the bed, leaning against the oversized pillow of a wolf. If nothing else, the goblin’s bed had gotten a rge upgrade. Warm and soft fur enveloped Gabby. Only one thing could make it better.

  Tara unwrapped from Gabby’s body and positioned all of itself around her cock—the slime’s favorite pce.

  Jelly began moving slowly, applying the perfect pressure to satisfy Gabby's growing need. Every time something felt good the slime would hear it from Gabby's thoughts. Slowly the massage adjusted to her preference without making any conscious commands. Slime at the tip of her cock moved in a circur motion. Slow powerful jerks pumped her shaft. Gabby’s heavy testicles were squeezed and caressed gently, worshipped like they deserved.

  Gabby’s arousal reached its peak. She spread her legs. Her goblin pussy was leaking juices all over the bed, the straw beneath Gabby was soaked with her lust.

  A tentacle reached out from the slime, drying the straw as it absorbed her juices. Once done, it moved up to her pussy. The tentacle circled around her entrance, teasing her lips to produce more nectar. At Gabby’s command, the tentacle thickened to the size of three fingers and plunged into her sopping pussy.

  “Ah~!” Gabby felt herself split apart. Leaning herself harder into her—now sleeping—pillow as she writhed in pleasure. Tara truly was the perfect sex toy.

  Gabby was getting close. Tara felt the pressure that was building up in its mistress. The slime sped up its massage, commanded by Gabby's subconsciousness. The jerks grew more forceful. Her balls were squeezed harder. And the tentacle in Gabby's pussy added an additional two fingers to its girth. The goblin's pussy filled and emptied quickly as Tara’s thick tentacle pistoned into her needy hole.

  With a final powerful thrust from Tara, Gabby came, filling the slime with her juices. Tara gleefully accepting its mistress’ sacred bounty, reveling in the taste. The slime’s orders compelling it to prolong Gabby’s orgasm for as long as possible. The stream of goblin cum pumping into Tara as a result was only a bonus.

  The massage reduced in intensity, turning into a light teasing of Gabby's genitals. As Tara focused on drinking the bounty it had milked from its mistress' amazing cock.

  Content, Gabby closed her eyes and nuzzled into Iona. She felt comfortable and safe. Soon, Gabby was snoring, light fondling from Tara lulled her to sleep.