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Gemma squealed loud enough to wake the dead, her body stiffening when the intrusion hit as far as her cervix, her body adjusting to accommodate his shaft. Groaning, gritting her teeth, and gasping, Gemma tried to relax, her stud suddenly taking the lead giving her a pleasant surprise.
"Unf...fuck!" She gasped when John started to move, balls slapping against her fat asscheeks, his breathing tickling her soft ears, it was driving her insane. Elven ears were erogenous, but goblin ears were even more ticklish. It was a weakness for her race; soft, cuddly, pointed goblin ears were so erogenous, rubbing one quickly could render a goblin girl a sopping, horny, wet pile of desperate female flesh screaming for attention.
John lifted her butt, spread her cheeks, and gently put his thumb to her puckered, pink asshole, his hips moving for all it was worth to pound her little green pussy. Her big, sensitive breasts slapped against the wet shower wall with every thrust, her small but hefty body squashed between her lover and the bath, and Gemma started panting heavily, starting to lose control.
In her mind, what little control remained while her burning pussy was trying to accommodate a hot, big cock was gleeful that her treatment had awakened the stud in her roommate.
She clenched hard when she felt the thumb gently intrude into her ass, stretching her sensitive pink pucker. Her body tensed, feeling John groan and collapse on her, her womb feeling the gush of the essence as he cummed hard. Gargling and gasping under the shower, they scrambled for air, John's cock buried and stuck in Gemma's clenched cunt.
"Oh, Goddess..." The goblin clenched, shuddering. "That was intense! Just..." She gasped for air, again. "Don't surprise me like that...we could have slipped..."
John only whimpered, the orgasm and his cock stuck in Gemma's body blanking his mind except for pain and pleasure. Melted in each other's arms, they decided to wash themselves instead of playing around some more. John cradled Gemma's soft, green, stubby frame and showered her with kisses, scrubbing her breasts and legs with a blue, soft sponge. Gemma decided to return the favor with a sponge of her own and use her mouth to clean his cock.
"My mother said the way to keep a human man happy is to keep his belly full and his balls empty..." She giggled, licking his cock clean under the warm shower. John smiled, cradling and caressing her big, floppy ears in his hands, and merely kissed her forehead.
"So..." Gemma finished licking his cock clean and started scrubbing his crotch with a soapy sponge. "Shall we go shopping? You need some writing material, maybe some manticore venom... I think the rest will be covered by the college..."
"Manticore venom?" John raised his brows.
"Yeah, for getting ready for fucking any minute. If you think I'm a horny little goblin, wait until you see the other students..." Gemma smiled. "I don't mind sharing with the other students once in a while.
The campus was full of horny goblin girls. Paradise.
"And I don't mind if you go "adventurin'" around the city on weekends. Just be there for me, sweet..." She kissed his cheek, pouring liquid soap all over herself and straddling him with a full body soap bath. "I never asked what your desires are, but I'm sure you love to be with a goblin girl like me. Can I ask you something?"
John nodded, sighing as she rubbed her whole body around him to soap him up, the shower making the soap foam into fragrant bubbles.
"You like to eat ass?"
John blinked. "I...didn't..."
"Maybe you can try." Gemma winked. "With proper hygiene it's great."
He laughed and shook his head, enjoying the soapy little goblin rubbing herself on him like a cat in heat. She scrubbed every last crevice of his body, and he returned with favor, squeezing and rubbing her fat breasts, and big, soft ass.
She kissed him. "Come on, let's clean up and go shopping. I need some gears and springs after the last experiment broke apart."
*-*-*-*
Shopping and a date. What a way to start school and a relationship, all in one!
Hand in hand, the couple drew some comments and catcalls from single goblin students, Gemma beaming with pride. Leaving the chaotic hubbub of the college behind, the pale and green shortstack couple decided to enter a different kind of chaos, the Tinkerer's Quarter, where the height of goblin chaos and artifice churned and rattled, clanked and blazed, rows upon rows of shops for technical and scholarly supplies for sale.
Hundreds of goblin girls with no order in sight, yet seamlessly cooperating, bought and sold parts and machinery, pen and paper, stacks of files and folders. John could see drones buzzing overhead. Other races also visited this district quite often, it seemed, judging by various monster girl races who seemed to be buying accessories, tools, and utensils and selling exotic minerals and alchemical reagents in return.
He bought several notebooks and writing supplies that looked decades ahead of Lescatie's quills, and much to his surprise, the goblin vendor girl asked for his room number. When he obliged, the vendor bundled his wares into a small contraption and with a flourish, pushed a red button. The device sprouted strange, buzzing rotors, and shot into the sky, flying like a bee toward the college.
"Amazoness Delivery, sweet." Gemma grinned, adding one of the cute new paperclips to her ear in the shape of a fancy earring much to John's surprise, turning it into impromptu jewelry by adding a ribbon. "Saves the student from the schlep. Let's eat lunch!"
John couldn't believe his fortune. He was abroad. A foreign country paid for his stay, and the worst outcome would be falling into sex slavery... And he didn't mind that at all. All the better if he would be taken by a dark elven slave trader...considering his horny attitude and desire to please others.
Hand-in-hand, watching the height difference, John and Gemma passed streets full of goblin girls, their human mates, human female assistants and contractors, and various other monstergirl citizens, eventually finding a quiet little dead-end behind a bakery. A three-story tall inn was built in traditional human architecture, staffed by human, goblin, and dwarven girls in various servile attire.
"The Prancing Minotaur is the best multi-ethnic place to eat!" Gemma chimed happily, patting dust from her leather-and-canvas engineering clothes and readjusting her huge ears. Taking John by the hand, she guided him to a booth and squeezed next to him with her soft, chubby butt.
*-*-*-*
"Tacos..."
"Yep! They are some new type of dish from the Western continent!" Gemma was enjoying every bite.
They had ordered some beer and a strange dish called "tacos," flatbread with meat and vegetable filling. Gemma was hand-feeding him before taking a bite for himself. The inn was full of students like them, mostly human men and their goblin roommates/wives.
Gemma's taco-flavored kiss touched his lips.
Embracing the small, green slut in his arms, life felt good like he had never felt before. All around, waitresses took orders and delivered drinks; small, stubby, slutty green goblin girls and a few other monstergirl races flirting with guests and customers. Gemma's soft, small feet and chubby, stubby legs felt so soft on his even through the clothing, he couldn't help but give her soft legs occasional squeezes, feeling her fragrant, supple goblin flesh.
He found her one hand squeezing his own back. Her scent, food, her cute, friendly behavior, and cute, almost-human face made it all too pleasant. John felt his loin stir, erection rising to full mast in his pants. He wanted to turn her over the table and bang her brains out. But he wasn't in a dark elven city; he had heard public sex was encouraged there. Here, goblins, as cute and smart as they are... seemed more civilized.
They kissed and ate, sharing tacos and each other's lips. Gemma giggled when they were done with the food, letting John pay the bill. It felt nice being the provider on the date, paying for a lady, paying for the date.
It was as if all his dreams were slowly coming true. Sharing bitter apple cider, the goblin specialty, and the strange food wraps, they shared food, and tales of their lives, for hours.
*-*-*-*
"I was just a lil' goblet when I saw the first thing that tickled my fancy for clockwork..." Gemma swallowed her taco, chewing. "Not all goblins are clockworks and gears, you know." Her huge ears wiggled.
"Most goblins are just folks like you, farmers, smiths, builders, what have you. We just found out that since our tiny hands and big brains were better for tinkering, we do what pays best in the Reik. The reason they got the big college over the hill."
"And your kind is beautiful," John replied. The goblin girl was amused, smirking.
"Smooth. We used to be little green savages, hiding in the forest and under the hills and trapping adventurers to kidnap. Don't know what made us the world's best engineers but not that I'm complaining... Now we get to trade with the world, get us nice young men to live with, and live the good life!"
John grinned. "I suppose that's my cue."
Gemma giggled. "You can't imagine how happy I am."
"So am I." John's smile was genuine. He couldn't believe his luck. Now he was thrown in the arms of a crazy, kinky goblin girl as a roommate-cum-partner, perhaps soon to be his wife. "I was worried about going too fast... but then, well..."
"I walked out of the shower and we got to banging!" Gemma grinned, her teeth sharp yet cute. John pursed his lips, looking around with worried glances. The goblin only giggled louder, and the table next to them joined in, all four goblin girls with big grins and raised beer mugs, two of them nude. The other two wore engineer's aprons. All around them, the variety of clothing and patrons had become wild within the hour. Lewdly dressed succubi joined goblins and snake-bodied Lamia in singing and drinking, and a band of harpies with multicolored feathers took to the stage to play music.
To John's mild arousal and surprise, a patron across the room was getting very special treatment. One of the succubus waitresses, a bat-winged, blonde, tall demon girl who wore a skimpy dirndl started getting on her knees, and under the table of one of the customers, a young man who didn't look too different from John. Eagerly, the blonde minx fumbled with the man's trousers, and to John's wide eyes stare, lowered her head and started to give him a blowjob in public, her eager mouth engulfing the surprised young man's cock, who tried to keep a straight face while his Lamia partner giggled and patted the succubus' head.
In another corner, an adventuress, a butch human woman with short red hair, wearing plain brown leather armor for a long trek, her daggers and sword resting against the tavern's wall, had a naked goblin girl on her lap, whose ears she often kissed as they drank.
"What the..."
His eyes locked on the succubus' bobbing head between the young visitor's legs, he barely registered Gemma nudging him with a giggle:
"Like what you see? They are having a bit of fun, nothing compared to succubus hell towns or dark elf cities though." She explained the scenery with a cute, squeaky voice, with a slight slur from the shots of whiskey. "It's legal to run around naked or fuck in the Reik, prudish towns tell you off for it though."
"*hic* reason I don't go to human majority towns..." Mumbled a goblin engineer, a goblin woman in work overalls who was skinnier than Gemma, and had her hair dyed blue rather than keeping it a natural black, her sail-like huge ears studded by gold rings. "You shower in your host's backyard in the open and people yell at you." She was nursing her glass of vodka with a small bowl of peanuts.
"Mm..."
John was weak and sluggish with food, so he didn't join in most of the conversations going on. He merely smiled and hugged Gemma, kissing and nibbling one of her huge ears, the stout goblin girl cuddling next to him.
"So..." Gemma whispered, her sharp teeth glistening like tiny daggers:
"Shall we go to our room after a last round?" The horny goblin lover giggled: "I'm feeling kind of horny."
John smiled, nuzzling her big, soft ear.
"Sure."
*-*-*-*
His new goblin girlfriend. His mate. John had a feeling she was hurrying to take him home because the goblin town's entertainment districts started to go wild in the late hours.
He could understand. Some less humanoid monster girls didn't bother wearing anything anyway, and more lewd monster species had even naked human slaves on leashes, such as dark elves bringing human girls as porters and servants following them like leashed beasts.
Gemma wanted him all for herself. At least for now.
Giggling lovers, both goblin and man cackled, joked, paid the bill (Gemma insisted on splitting the bill- it started to burden John's purse for such a short time anyway), and ambled across streets of nights, given by gas-operated lamps. Since both were tipsy, the trip was quite the walk to the campus, passing by merrymakers and succubi prostitutes.
The hilltop campus entrance was open all day, every day. The goblin security lady, in her "one size too small" blue attire, giggled as they almost stumbled onto a rock and went sprawling.
From there, it was a drunken haze and a few dreamy encounters with giggly little goblin girls who tried to pry John into their beds, Gemma fighting them off with a drunken roar of laughter. After some peals of laughter, *definitely* some pinches John felt on his crotch and legs, Gemma and he could finally exhale and relax, inside the warm dormitory room of their college. The warm scent of mothballs, wooden furniture, and the acrid scent of ink and leather greeted John's nose, Gemma's soft, fragrant body in his arms. Soft, big breasts filled his hands, the goblin girl looking at him with a drunken grin.
"Guess we should get a shower. And I don't think I can do it alone after downing...downing..." She yawned, revealing tiny, cute, sharp teeth in her soft fuckable mouth, and flipping her wrists imitating drink shots:
"Stuff..."
John wasn't in any better shape, so he just gave all his strength to haul Gemma to the bathroom, where they collapsed on the marble ceiling.
Stripping out of their clothes took another half an hour until the drunken haze was manageable, John hugging and kissing the drunk goblin girl who turned on the hot water, the little short stack's squirming body energizing his cock, the green curves caressing his erection like a soft vice.
Pushing Gemma against the wall, John kissed her neck, eliciting a shudder, and pushed his hips to bury his cock inside her, not caring which hole; so drunk was John, though he felt the wetness and the sliding motion, having stuck the right hole by her reactions. Gemma kept moving her hips as well, giggling, and holding his arms at her breasts, kissing his palms, wet slaps audible under the rush of water. He could swear he could hear giggles from the next room but didn't care. Pounding Gemma's soft, small goblin pussy with wild abandon, John pulled her face towards his and kissed her lips, squishing the small goblin against the wall and his body.
Going faster and faster, he felt her pussy folds clench, the goblin girl gasping for breath. Relaxing his hold, he was surprised when she pressed herself harder into his hands, his hands choking her throat as they kissed. He gave a little squeeze and earned an encouraging wiggle of her buttcheeks, his cock locked in her pussy, her convulsions keeping him stuck.
Grinning, John kept slamming his hips against her plush butt, almost running out of breath himself. His cock feeling hotter with every push, he let go when he heard Gemma croak and convulse, keeping her pinned against the wall as his legs gave out; he used his elbows to lean on the wall as he came in her, again.
*-*-*-*
John felt as if his tongue was leaden. The sheets felt heavy and cold as well, his head pounding.
Yet... He felt happy. Especially with a soft pair of green buttcheeks on his left side of vision, a cup of coffee on his bedside, and a wet, sucking feeling between his legs. With a loud smooch, his goblin roommate popped his already-erect cock out of her tiny mouth...
"Morning, stud." Gemma smiled, before closing her eyes and starting to go down again, giving John his blowjob, her small goblin cheeks bulging obscenely. John sighed in pleasure, reaching to hold her head to use her mouth like a toy, Gemma giggling as he kept moving his hips and her head in tandem to pump her mouth, crossing her wrists behind her as if cuffed, spreading her knees in submission.
John kept fucking her mouth, biting his lips and gasping, the goblin girl's teeth tickling his shaft, her tongue massaging yesterday's roughened skin. It didn't take long before he let out a gasp, and started to pump his cum down her throat, the goblin girl giggling as he did so. Taking charge, he kept pushing until Gemma started to cough, her nose touching his pelvis, and let go.
Coughing, the goblin girl rolled back, chuckling.
"Becoming the dominant one? Be careful, I might turn the tide one day. My bed has cuffs!"
John couldn't answer, too spent in orgasm, and merely whimpered. Gemma started to gather her belongings, wiping her face and mouth, dressing back up in a snazzy, academic outfit:
"Sweetie, I'll have to leave for errands: my project is nearly complete, and I have to take you there one day: Some black girl from another world said she wants to build a cheap, two-wheeled pleasure vehicle that can outrun a falcon harpy."
"Oh?" John mused, the goblin girl grinning.
"The project isn't done yet, and I might sign you as an assistant. Can't show you yet, it will be grand. Take the day off." Gemma smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't fuck the other goblins too much. I still need you, alright?."
John gasped, sipping his coffee and laying back. "Don't think I can either." The goblin girl put a small vial on his bedside.
"Manticore potion. I'm feeling generous." She winked, before gathering her files, her gleaming eyes widening at her wristwatch. "Oh shit! I have to run!" She kissed his lips, then his cock, and ran off with a giggle.
"Well..." John looked around, sighing.
"What a night..."
*-*-*-*
After half an hour, John finally summoned the strength to nibble the egg toast left for him, which had cooled down by now. The potion on the other hand was always hot; it tasted like mint liquor, and by the time he swallowed it, an unnatural vigor already spread in his body, his loins stirring.
Wearing his light clothes, the spent human student could finally take a tour of the college, alone, before going to have a fun day.
The moment he exited the door, he found a bespectacled goblin girl at dick-sucking height, looking up with a grin and wearing nothing; she was completely naked, barefoot.
Now that was a weird stroke of luck.
She looked like Gemma -John didn't see too much of a difference between goblin girls, all of them looked similar- but smaller, with neon pink short hair made spiky by some sweet-smelling glue, her skin a lighter shade of green. John noticed that she was slimmer than the usual plush goblin girls with big hips, quite athletic, and smaller breasts with visible abdominal muscles.
"Hiya!" She greeted. "I'm Molly, your neighbor!" The goblin put her sweetest smile with flowers blooming in her voice if she could. "We didn't get to meet. Want to come over to my room and chat over a cup of coffee?"
He had a good reason for what it was going to involve. But why not?
"Sure."
"Great!" The goblin giggled, leading him by the hand inside.
The room looked similar to his albeit less messy, with orderly cupboards and two tables full of study materials. Molly seemed to have an even comfier, and much to his surprise, a "girlier" bed, complete with neon pink sheets, heart-shaped pillows, and unsurprisingly, bondage toys.
