Goblin Breeder 3: Goblin Settler: A Slice of Life Base-Building Harem Fantasy by Micky Carre

Author:Micky Carre [Carre, Micky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-12-21T00:00:00+00:00

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Lossia and I left the temple and walked around to the rear, where the stable was located. She had apparently planned well for this, as two horses were waiting for us. One, a sleek piebald mare, was hers. Next to it was a giant beast of a horse, almost like a clydesdale. It towered over Lossia’s horse and its shoulder and rump bulged with muscle.

“Where did they find this thing?” I asked, cautiously approaching the huge horse. It almost looked like a caricature of a horse, drawn too large. It eyed me suspiciously, then craned its neck to sniff me loudly. Its breath felt like a leaf blower pelting me.

Lossia smiled. “This is a surprise I’ve been waiting weeks for,” she said, barely able to contain her excitement. “Andrew, my father sent this horse for you. We knew you needed something larger, on account of how much larger you are than us, so my father had the largest and finest horse in the land sent here.”

“Holy shit,” I said, taking another step towards the beast.

It seemed okay with my scent, so I reached up and brushed my hand along its nose. It snorted and flicked its head, knocking my hand out of the way with a small show of attitude. My heart leaped at the feeling—it didn’t hurt, but the sheer amount of power this animal had was terrifying. If he were to kick me or attack me in any way, there was nothing I could do to stop him. He would trample me like a giant stepping on a child.

“Yes, be careful with him,” Lossia said. “His name was Mountain, but he’s still young. If you want to rename him, he’ll take to a new one quickly.”

“What am I going to call you?” I asked the huge horse. Goblins were small people, so I had always expected smaller horses from them. This horse was large, even for my world. Hell, it bordered on ridiculous. That being said, it deserved a ridiculous name.

“Are you going to rename him?” Lossia asked.

“Yeah,” I said, gently raising my hand and placing it on the horse’s head. I rubbed up his nose, and he lowered his massive head so I could scratch between his ears. “What do you think about being called Winston Churchorse?”

Lossia gave me a flat look. “What?”

“No, scratch that. How about Gilbert?” Honestly, I had no clue what to name a horse.

Lossia gave an exasperated sigh. “Andrew, I’m not sure if that’s some kind of joke from your world, but that’s a horrible name.”

“Don’t tell Gilbert Gottfried that. Okay, how about Jay Cutler? You’re a big dude, after all.”

“That has to be an inside joke,” Lossia said.

“Dave Mustang,” I said.

“Andrew,” Lossia warned.

“Jim Horison.”

“Andrew!”

“Okay, okay,” I said. “Taco.” I patted the horse—Taco—on the nose.

Lossia gave me a dangerous look. “And what is that?”

I thought for a moment. “Imagine the happiest moment of your life, like the best thing that’s ever happened. Aside from meeting me, that is,” I added with a grin. “Now imagine being able to eat that happy feeling.

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