Budget

'I did it, I actually completed the project on budget!'

Standing inside the completed dungeon, I felt a bit proud of it. Stone walls filled the interior of the new rooms I made, with soft rubber floors like a gym everywhere. The place was illuminated by small lights that would flicker on and off similar to a candle, making visibility difficult without bringing a light.

Forty goblins I grew myself after so much sex were all big enough to fight for their own mates. All armed with the bare minimum of equipment filled the place eager for their first battle, or fun in bed. 

My little goblins were prepared full well since this was their new method of catching a lover or pet. The twenty goblins I gave birth to the first time were three feet tall with strong bulging muscles coming from their bodies.

Their faces were serious, as they prepared themselves being the frontline of the dungeon. Their eyes sharper than their younger siblings, they had a hunger to their eyes as they lusted for the outside women.

I felt a mix of pride and accomplishment seeing them knowing I was the one responsible for them existing in the first place. Holding my chest high up, with my head held up I had new confidence from them. They were my arms and legs, everything they did was in itself an extension of me.

'I love these cute little green faces, they're so adorable.'

Most little ones were back at home waiting for me, away from this place. With two kept on my body for my own amusement, I was enjoying their company. I lovingly rubbed the face of the little baby goblin on me. I held them to my nipples feeling the life grow in them.

I knew when I came home more of them would be hungry, and I would be as well. I was eager to taste the delicious cocks awaiting me, with their hard girthy texture. Their rods built to be sucked on, I was living in heaven now with so many older goblins.

"It is quite easy getting something to eat now with so many goblins right?"

"Of course, that is one of the best parts."

My sanctuary was packed with goblin seed eager to turn to life, I could feel the love ooze out from being packed in so much. I was the sole woman in this dungeon, and they often reminded me how pent up they can become. 

I rubbed my womb with another hand excited for more little goblins that were to come soon. The urge to breed, to keep having more grew with each new litter. Every day I felt that urge consume my mind slightly, making me give in even when I tried to focus.

Pulling back to reality, the dungeon was my sole priority now. I needed it to succeed and equally not attract any bad attention towards me. The complexity of the situation made me worried for the future, and my little goblins.

"Today is the day, soon the world will meet its first goblins! How exciting, I bet the people of earth are eager to see their first true good fantasy monsters. Cheer up, you're my big star today!"

"Yeah…"

I couldn't help but feel a bit worried, as nervous sweat went down my back. Everything was going exactly to plan. We built the dungeon, she helped get me just enough points to last this long and grow forty full adult goblins. The place was built with it around just 100 meters in length in total, and basic safety mechanisms for the guests were added.

'Soft flooring and no sharp surfaces cost me all my spare points, that is pretty much all I could do for safety in the design.'

It was hard to believe months had passed for me, with absolutely nothing besides sex at home. I was living in a weird state absent from reality. My worry free life was about to end forever the moment the dungeon was opened. 

'Time really goes by when you're having fun.'

"Last warning. When the dungeon opens up, it will remain open for good. There is no closing the dungeon entrance anymore, there will always be a way for the outside world into even your most inner safe places."

"I know, but I need to do this."

"I'm proud of you for doing this."

Leaving the dungeon after the final preparations, I went through a secret tunnel it had that went directly into my living space. Nobody could enter through the outside of it as I sealed a metal blast proof bunker door. 

Several large metal bomb proof doors designed to withstand nukes separated me from the invading women. They were around a meter in thickness with automatic bolts that slid into the concrete walls. Past this point if someone got in they could reach me and kill me, or even worse kill all my goblin babies.

'The US military could probably still open it…'

With the chilling thought of some military raid on me like some terrorist leader, I tried to dispel the notion. I entered my private viewing room sitting down. It was a simple room with a couch to have some fun sexy activities, and a large tv that had different views of the dungeon in it.

Sitting on the couch, I calmly started flipping through the remote to see what my goblins were up to. They were divided into three groups, the first group that was just five of them that had the task of being the frontline. Anyone who entered had to face them, and their sneaky surprise attack.

The second group of ten, dedicated to actually holding the enemy off in a fun sparring match. 

They were all prepared, armed and holding rubber clubs that had soft padding on them. They would approach whoever got past the initial defenders in a space slightly open for combat.

'To make it slightly fair at this spot it is open enough to use a gun, but only this one spot.'

Then finally twenty five dedicated to the trap room, and sorta boss room. I couldn't make a real boss monster to fight, so I just pretended facing twenty small goblins with five bigger ones was some kind of boss fight.

In reality it was to put the smaller ones in the rear line, and hope it doesn't reach that point. It was also to slightly reward the person for working so hard, and to have a large big battle with them all using various rubber weapons. 

'They will ensure that whoever enters that deep has no choice but to go into the trap, preventing any escape.'

It was a rougher plan, with loop holes clearly inside of it. Right now I couldn't solve them on my broken budget, it was somewhat of an impossible situation. I cannot improve the dungeon without getting points, I cannot get points without first opening the dungeon. So a lower quality rushed project was what I was left with.

"The moment the dungeon is open to the outside world, I will launch the signature flare which means a new dungeon has appeared."

"Does the outside world know what that means?"

"Other dungeons worldwide have done it enough people outside know what it means now, are you ready?"

"Do it."

My heart beat stopped briefly knowing this was it, the moment of either making a total mistake that will forever haunt me or a situation where I would be fine. There was no way to know if this would lead to a life of misery for me struggling to keep people out from killing me, or if it would be the gold mine I hoped for.

'Makes you feel kinda small knowing your life is in some other group's hands.

Watching the small narrow cave entrance that forced you to crawl in open up to the outside work itself open, my dark dungeon had opened to the outside. I didn't give enough space to stand and walk into my place, instead I tried to lower the quantity of people entering by making it a crawl space.

"Not everyone is willing to literally crawl into a dungeon that might kill you, so it might be a long while before anyone comes."

"I know but I am scared of making the permanent entrance too big."

 I held my breath waiting for soldiers to storm in, or explosives to be shoved in. My heartbeat in my chest was hard, as sweat went down my back as I felt my hands tingle with worry. Each second seemed to make me even more worried, as if something dangerous was ready for this moment.

'Will my goblins really be okay?'

Caught up in my own worries I wasn't watching my television showing my dungeon, but my big sis was. With her frantic shout in my ear, I quickly stopped what I was doing to look at it.

"Oh, Oh! You got a visitor! She looks to be in a hurry as well!"

"Who is she?"