As Ivette made her way through the tangled roots, she was immensely thankful her knife shrank with her, or she'd already been ensnared many times over.

Also, it seemed like some of the roots offshoot had broken away, giving her some needed space to maneuver.

Something she wasn't too thankful about, though, was the dim glow of a small fire becoming visible, and the faint smell of charred meat filling the air, as she made her way into the hut.

Okay, calm down, Ivette, it might just be another guild member on their way to- Oh, of course it isn't...

Just by the fire of an improvised looking hearth, becoming visible as Ivette stubbornly made her way down, was a goblin, sitting on a rug on the floor, and gnawing on a roast leg of meat, occasionally stopping to throw another branch or handful of twigs on the fire.

An untidy mop of hair tied into a simple ponytail graced the goblin's big head, and between her the moving of her arms, flashed her bare chest to the little intruder the goblin could not have known would enter her little home.

Had she not been shrunk, a single goblin might not have been a threat, or even hostile, but obviously, the goblin was a big problem to her now. Then again, an intelligent creature, uncivilized as is, would still be preferrable to whatever dwells in the woods at night.

Taking a break climbing, Ivette rested in a crease in the roots, and looked around the hut.

Crude furniture made from foraged materials and repurposed debris of (probably) pillaged origin, combined with unwashed plates, bowls, and rags, strewn around the hut suggested the goblin had been living here for a while now.

Ivette quickly stood up, took cover behind the central root, as the goblin got up and started walking towards Ivette's location, giving the shrunken woman a better look.

Despite the long pointy ears and big nose, the goblin's face was oddly adorable.

The only clothing the goblin was wearing, was a loincloth, riding low on her sizeable hips, and was so frayed and worn down Ivette would struggle to call it a belt.

As the goblin got closer, Ivette realized the climb down had gone faster and smoother than she had thought, because she got a rather intimate second look at the goblin's chest.

Perky~! She quickly shook her head in response to her thoughts. No, Ivette, focus!

Cra-crack!

The goblin had broken off an bit of offshoot from the roots, and brought it to her mouth. Chewing on the root, the goblin turned around, walking back to the fire.

Ivette could help herself but look down at the goblin's meaty behind.

Well, it's not like I'm going anywhere, anyway...

Stealthily, Ivette resumed her way down the roots, her climb becoming easier as the roots thinned out, she could gain purchase on the portruding stones from the wall, and eventually the goblin's clutter.

She ducked behind an empty mug, still wet with leftover alcohol of some kind, and took a look at the goblin.

The green giantess had started making her bed, an obviously human sized bedroll and a ragged blanket, with her back turned to Ivette.

Ivette took the opportunity to sneak another few feet closer, taking quick stops behind the trash strewn about.

The fire started to wane, and the goblin, surprisingly gracefully took off her loincloth, before carelessly tossing it somewhere to the side, and got into her bed.

She was roughly facing in Ivette's direction, so the shrunken woman decided to wait.

It took a while, during which Ivette got comfortable curled up agains a pile of fabric (which might be clothes of some kind) she was hiding behind, but she was rewarded with the sound of snoring. Loud snoring.

The fire hadn't even gone out completely, but her 'hostess' had fallen asleep.

Cautiously getting out from hiding, Ivette slowly but surely started to walk towards the sleeping giantess, taking the occasional detour to get a closer look at some of the junk lying around. Among the things she learned, was that the goblin did own at least one other loincloth. It was in better condition too, though it positively reeked of sweat and musk. Ivette didn't hate the smell. Another thing she learned about herself today.

Another thing she learned, was that the goblin seemed to be quite a lush. Empty bottles, kegs, tankards, and horns -of varying qualities, make, and origin- seemed to make up a good third of the debris strewn around.

Eventually, Ivette reached her destination: the sleeping goblin herself.

The little green giantess had been turning in her sleep already, the blanket already halfway removed.

Passing the chewed up root, just tossed on the ground barely half a foot away from the bed, Ivette steadily approached the sleeping goblin's face, letting the giantess' hot breath wash over her, detecting a hint of alcohol amid the smell of meat and tree-sap.

Walking in closer, the goblin's head towering over her entire body, Ivette began to feel flushed again, and tingly all over.

I am definitely some sort of pervert...

The goblin's mouth was agape, drooling a little onto the bundle of cloth she used as a pillow. Her teeth looked surprisingly healthy for such a slob... and her lips looked so... plush, and... kissable.

Against her better judgement, Ivette walked up and leaned in, planting a kiss on the goblin's bottom lip, slinking back in a flash of panic as the sleeping colossus twitched briefly, calming down just as quickly once the snoring resumed.

...

I don't know what came over me, but- What a rush!