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Each day the Goblins walk out to market, to sell their fruits, their nuts, their berries and melons. Each day they wander to present their prizes to the maids all abound. But before they wander they must harvest and before they harvest they must sow. But what goes into the sowing of such sweet and perfect flesh that brings the maids temptation and heartfelt yearning for such morsels and sorrow when the Goblins have gone? The Goblins of such a variety, with beaks and claws, with tails and whiskers, that crawl on their bellies and leave trails of slime or are covered in fur and puff out like a perched bird. These magical creatures, from where do they come. From what realm do they wander as they bring out their prizes, their morsels, their foods for the maids.

The answer is as mysterious as their drive, the creatures come from the lands of the fairy folk, of vast emerald green glens and fields of trees that produce anything and everything all upon the same branch. There upon those branches can be found a bunch of bananas growing beside a coconut, beside a clutch of grapes that hold up the vine of a honeydew melon then all topped with a pineapple growing like a crown. Here the Goblins toil and till the earth with their animals hands. They peck and scratch and slither around tending to their orchard of magical trees that produce any and all things succulent. But from these trees the Goblins do not eat. No, these trees are for the maids, and the maids are for the Goblins, their appetites are sated only by lust and flesh.

High above the Goblins floating upon the winds are the trapped spirits of the maids that eat of the mystical foods that the Goblins take to market. Yes, these maids float about, disembodied from their flesh, spirit foods for the Goblins hungers. The Goblins bodies are monstrous forms that have within them the twisted souls lustful men, men whose hungers in life could do nothing but draw together this flesh and bring forth these bestial forms. Bestial forms which that which their prey would shun and spit upon if not for their goods. This comes to be a twisted circle, the Goblins and the maids dance. The Goblins, monstrous flesh housing the spirits of lustful man that the world could not sate the hunger of in life now doomed, to long forever after and then seduce and tempt young maids to come into their fold as tortured and damned souls, slaves to the Goblin hunger to which there is no sating.

The doomed maids, no longer flesh but still able to be touched, bitten, scratched and prodded by the Goblins to which they become a slave, still look upon the food that brought them to this horrible place in longing and lust, wishing for another bite of an apple, another burst of juice from a plump ripe strawberry, but having no flesh to take hold of the fruit from the tree and having no taste if a fruit falls to ground to sit and rot. And the Goblins, such cruel masters. They only collect the fruit to use for further seduction, temptation and collection of maids. They care little for the maids they already have within their grasp, choosing not to care for the spirits, not to nourish them back into paradise or bring them salvation. No, when the Goblin men have had their enjoyment of the maids spirits they plant them in their orchards; they use whatever is left of them to nourish their trees of eternal and ever producing flesh.
The discarded maids, planted at the roots of the mystical trees sob and moan. They cry and lament, all to the horror of those still within the air floating about for as long as the winds and carry them. The maids at the roots fade; their weak color becomes weaker as the magical trees feed upon whatever is left of their souls now lying within the soil. As they fade away all they can think is of the fruit that grows just above them, of the sweet juices, the flesh, the taste and texture of each bite of each fruit. But the torture continues and just makes them fade the faster, knowing of what they left behind in search of meager pleasures of the flesh. The pleasures of the flesh, and the price that it held, not stated before the trade.

The trade, a life of simple pleasures in moderation to enjoy things at a steady pace, traded for the demand of pleasures all in excess upon demand. The years of simple pleasures, to each fruit there is a season. Why did the maid take from a fruit before its time? Such greed is what put her here. Had she waited for the time of each fruits season she would have had a lifetime of waiting, but seasoned within that time there would have been the same, succulent tastes. But she could not wait. If patience is a virtue then she was a sinner. And although often warned she could not see the wisdom of the words as she was confronted with the pleasure of the fruit. The Goblins, with their fruits of such variety and opulence, What was the harm? was all that she thought on the night the Goblins came.

And only as the spirit fades does the truth become clear. When Goblin men come promising everything one desires, when they feed you sweet treats and wish to have you sit with them through the night, there can be little good to come from such a rendezvous. To be held in a seat of pleasure for a single night and left to feel wanting of the true pleasure of life there after, then fade away in longing was her reward for the night of decadence then, if she had it to do again, would have waved the Goblins on. Would have told them No thank you. and continued on her way home. But in the stead she lays here, her body to the neck buried in soil, feeling herself slipping away as the trees feed upon the last of her spirit in order to created morsels to temp into this hell more maids that have no self control.

The Goblins tend their orchard, looking over their flock of maids floating in the air. They grab one down from time to time in order to feed their cravings. And when they are done they put the broken and dishearten into the ground to feed their orchard, with no care as to what they were before they seduced them, of what their dreams were and of what they had lost in a feverish night, feasting on treats, from the Goblin Market.