Citrine headed out to the glade in search of the Devil's Toe Fungus, said to grow particularly in tree hollows. With her luck, and the amount of rotting trees in the glade, she could be in and out in no time.
Two hours later, Citrine was exhausted from checking various trees' nooks and crannies, but to no avail. It was as if someone had picked them all off! Frustrated (and lost), Citrine began to stumble around the glade recklessly, not retracing her steps back home, but going deeper into the glade. All she could think about was getting that fungus. She'd spend the whole night here if she had to. She didn't care, or at least not yet.
Then, it appeared to her from afar. A thick corridor of bushes lead to a tree with an open hollow, and she could see from afar the unmistakable notch of the Devil's Toe Fungus. Citrine made a dead sprint to the tree, but her dash was interrupted when she felt her foot get caught. The trap swung her foot up and pulled the goblin nearly 4 feet off the ground as she screamed in surprise. Hanging upside down with her prize so close, she heard some giggles from behind her.
"That was the fastest one yet! I didn't think you'd get her."
"New record?"
"New record."
A couple of satyr girls then crossed in front of her and eyed her up and down. Citrine could already smell the heavy, musky scent of their bodies wafting around. "See if she's got anything good in that bag." The blonde satyr took Citrine's bag off of her and began rummaging through it. "Hey Izzy!" she called.
"What?" asked the brunette satyr.
"We got ourselves a stinkmage!" she laughed, as Citrine's fear turned to anger upon seeing the satyr get her grubby hands on her spellbook. The other satyr gave an exaggerated gasp and began to jokingly cower from the immobilized goblin. "Have mercy on us, oh pungent one, we know not what we do," she cackled. "That's why she wants the fungus, you know," Izzy muttered, while her friend looked to the sky in thought. "Essa?" The brunette turned back to Izzy with a grin that couldn't bode well for Citrine.
"Let's 'enchant' some of her things," murmured Essa as she took off Citrine's robe. Izzy laughed and joined in, stripping Citrine's shoes off as well. Citrine was about to protest until Essa leaned over and planted Citrine's nose in her wet tuft of her armpit hair. Essa's ripe B.O. came from months of disregarding the satyr taboo of bathing, and it disabled Citrine nearly instantly. "You wanna smell like me?" Essa inquired, while balling up Citrine's robe. She let Citrine's face fall out of her pit before taking the robe and rubbing it all over her chest, soaking up its thin layer of perspiration. Dragging the goblin's robe farther up, she pulled it over to her left armpit and scrubbed it as hard as she could, and then did the same to the right armpit. Soon, her robe was saturated in odorous satyr sweat and stained with mud and who knows what else. Essa unballed the robe and began to admire her work, drawing her nose down to take a deep whiff of the funky aftermath. "Mmm... perfect."
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