Fapping Arena

First Encounter

As you approach the tent, you notice these people are actually waiting in line, pleasantly chatting with each other. All varieties of species are there, from cute little goblins and mouse-faced people with rodent-like teeth, to towering centaurs and Minotaur's, the latter easily noticed with their strong scent. You spot the occasional sharp-toothed dog-morph or shark breeder, some traditional incubi and a few tentacled mutants, victims of consuming corrupted vegetation. There are even a few humans, nonchalantly standing in the waiting line and making conversation, as if some of the others weren’t monstrosities. What strikes you is everyone’s perfect civility. Obviously everyone is used to the place.

Short Cock

The waiting line advances and you finally end up in front of the tent’s entrance guarded by a surprisingly tall goblin. She looks at you with assessing eyes, suddenly grabs your crotch with her left hand, rubs it for a second, and says, “I’m afraid you aren’t well-endowed enough to take part in our sessions. Please come back when your cock is sufficiently long.”