Netty the Gobotaur: Riding High (Patreon)

Finally back to the half-goblin, half-minotaur traveling circus carney. Feels right to get her in during Gobtober when I’m doodling out hybrid goblins on my twitter. Especially with all the fight story stuff I’ve had going on.

I laid out Netty having a huge crush on the himbo mime in her first story and felt like going somewhere with it. The idea of boning on a magic ferris wheel was another loose idea I had for her so squished them together. So we get to see Netty at bother her cutest and some of her absolute horniest.

Netiz Knothare lounged in her trailer. Her floor was a constant mess of wrappers and old clothes that she only cleaned up once she was starting to have trouble walking through it. She messed around on a laptop, playing a mindless clicker of a game while she polished off another beer. She was in nothing but her underwear and a tank top, mostly just so she didn’t make a mess if she randomly got aroused or started leaking milk. All the fun parts of being a half-goblin, half-minotaur.

She paused her game when there came a knock at her door. She wasn’t due for work but it wasn’t uncommon for someone to pull a favor or just plain need something in their communal traveling carnival.

Netty was happy to look up and see her mom’s bulky, shaggy body filling the doorframe. The golden-brown minotaur’s fur was missing in a few spots, mementos of her experience as Merrytyme’s rodeo clown. She was big enough to wrestle a bull or catch a falling centaur, but it didn’t come without a few scars from the process. She was tall and broad even for a minotaur, and her horns grown out a bit for what they considered a slightly punkish or dangerous look. She had her clown makeup off, but there was a purple star tattooed on the exposed skin near her eye from when she’d “got bored of painting it on all the time.” It just made Netty all the prouder. Not just of her badass mom, but her goblin dad who had dared to ask that kind of woman on a date.

“Hey, pumpkin. Lookin’ if you wanted in on some work,” her mother asked.

“It ain’t rodeo work, is it?” Netty asked, leaning on the door. She casually scratched her fuzzy leg with one hoof as if she weren’t talking to her mom in her underwear.

“Testing out the Ferris wheel. Mister Merrytyme says it’s inspection time and wants to make sure they’re still fastened in right.”

“Hope they’re not. It was more fun when it fell that one time…”

Netty furrowed her brow and flicked her cow tail that stuck out above her panties and her wide ass.

“I WAS plannin’ on doing a lot of nothin’ today though…”

“I only thought I’d ask because that Tommy kid had volunteered,” the minotaur mom added.

That got Netty’s bovine ears to perk up noticeably. The green shortstack cowgirl was no stranger to seducing a coworker or a guest if she wanted some action (which was often). Tom-Baro was a cyclops theatre kid that had signed up as their newest mime and Netty had been tripping over her hooves whenever she talked to him.

“What?!  Yea! I’ll do it, or whatever!” Netty blurted her answer out before hastily trying to conceal her enthusiasm. Her mother nodded patiently either way.

“Thought so. I’ll let the team know. But you might wanna take a shower before you go.”

Netty stared at her mother blankly. “Why’s that?”

“You wanna make a good impression, right?”

“Yea.” Netty stared a moment longer. “So?”

The minotaur tapped the fur on her wrist. “So you’re more of a blonde, candyapple.”

Netty looked down at herself. Goblins had a strong sense of smell but a very high tolerance for what others found offensive. Her nose wasn’t the sharpest, but she had clearly absorbed the smell of sweat, fried food, and engine grease into her fur and skin. She vaguely remembered a point when her leg fur was a similar shade to her mother’s pale brown instead of her muddy color.

“Should probably take a shower,” Netty admitted quietly. “It’s probably been a few months.”

“You take after your pa, darlin’,” Minnie summed up, smiling and shaking her head. “Remember to let the hose run a little first so it warms up.”

“I know, mom.”

“And if you get caught fuckin’, just tell them you’re working on an acrobatics routine.”

“Ughhh! I know, mom! Fuck!”

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The carnival had perfectly normal and serviceable showers, but Netty at least realized she needed a heavier duty clean than they could provide.  She shooed a few of the show animals away from the cleaning pen and borrowed the hose. She stripped down and sprayed herself down until her muddy brown fur was more of a golden brown. She was more surprised than anyone to remember this shade of fuzz on her.

“People better not tell me this’ a dye job later,” Netty muttered.

She planted her hooves and was glad she still remembered how to dry herself off. She shook her hips hard enough for her meaty ass and tail to clap its cheeks together while she tossed the water off like a dog. She stuck out each leg and shook them out as well before she combed her fingers through her hair and gave a cautious pose in the mirror. She cupped and lifted her huge milk jugs curiously into a perkier look.

“I… guess that looks a little better,” she confessed warily.

She scratched a spot by her horns and shrugged.

“I think I own a bra. Somewhere…”

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Netty met Tom in front of the ferris wheel wearing the classiest outfit she could dig out of her piles of clothes. It was a sundress with a light floral pattern, and one of the few things with a high enough neckline to cover up most of her cleavage and straps wide enough to hide her bra’s. It was still a year or two old, and she was even thicker than she was back then. It clung tightly to her bust and waist, taking up a lot of the fabric that left most of her thighs exposed. It felt like the only person and the only outfit that could make Netty blush her off-color green.

Tom-Baro was clearly not as concerned with the task at hand. He had his same black slacks, striped shirt and suspenders he wore with his mime outfit, and hadn’t taken off the white facepaint on his cheeks. It didn’t bother Netty, who had grown up around clowns all her life. He was still a 6’7” cyclops of solid orange muscle with some dark blue hair hanging near his big, boldly sky blue eye and short, thick horn.

“Hey, Nets. Ready to go for a ride?” the himbo cyclops offered, jerking a thumb towards the ferris wheel.

“You got no idea, stretch,” Netty laughed awkwardly.

“Well after you.”

The ferris wheel had been effectively shut down to the public while they stress-tested it. There was nobody else around but the grizzled old fairy smoking a stub of a cigarette and standing on the control box. Tom held the door to one of the cars open for Netty but she waved for him to hold on.

The gobotaur trotted over to Gus at the controls and slid him five bucks.

“Just uh… if you hear any weird noises up there, maybe just…”

“Lookin’ the other way money,” the fairy grunted with a nod. “Ain’t gotta tell Gus twice.”

Tom and Netty climbed aboard the ferris wheel, which creaked and rocked gently as their weight tried to even out in the enclosed car. There was the steadfast rumbling as it rotated and started their path into the air.

“Hope we’re not too much for this ol’ wreck,” Tom-Baro pointed out.

“I had an extra chilli dog for lunch.”

“Oh don’t worry about that. This thing’s been built to carry a few ogres. ‘Tween all the gravity and hardening spells, the worst she’ll do to ya is twirl ya around a couple times. It’ll do it, too, if ya rock it just the right way.”

“Huh! Fancy that.” Tom smiled as he looked around their cart.

Netty’s bovine ears and tail flicked awkwardly. She slid a quick hand through her hair to get it as little of a rats nest as possible.

“So! Uhm… how’s the job been treatin’ ya?”

“Oh it’s great. Being a mime’s not where I expected to use my theatre degree, but people seem to like it. My bunkmate’s pretty chill even if he honks in his sleep, and I keep forgetting to stay quiet when I’m doing the mime thing but people just think it’s funny. So that’s cool.”

Netty just watched him talk, chin in her palms as she sat there dreamy-eyed. Just about anybody else, she’d already have their junk in her mouth or at least ask a few bucks for a quickie. The ferris wheel finally clunked to a stop with them way above the traveling circus.

“Wow. Heck of a view, huh?”

“Uh huh…” Netty agreed distantly.

“Netz, you aren’t even looking out the window.”

“Oh! That!”  The gobotaur perked up and hastily looked out the window with Tom. His eye darted towards her curiously.

“Hey, Net. You okay? You looked like you were thinkin’ about somethin’.”

Netty’s mind rapid chanted to itself; Don’t say his abs. Don’t say his dick. Don’t say his abs. Don’t say his dick.

“I was just… thinkin’. Yea. Cuz I got a lot of thoughts about you, Tom, and it’s not the usual thoughts I get to gettin’ around guys like you. You seem like… nice but weird and funny in a good way. Ya don’t look at me like a lot of the guys who can buy me for a ride for a couple corndogs. Cuz I mean, those guys’re great and all, but I dunno… you make me think stuff I don’t normally. Ya got a real weird, special place in my head where ya make my heart do stuff, and not like when I ate all the chilli that one time at the cookoff contest. You’re… you’re just sorta great. And I’m ramblin’.”

Tom patiently let her state her business, nodding once in a while.

“Hey, Netz? Do you have a crush on me?”

“YESSSS! Thank you!” Netty blurted out with a huge sigh of relief.

“Oh gods, I thought I was gonna take forever to spit that one out!”

Tom just smiled and took her freshly hosed-down hand in one of his. It swallowed hers up but she went wide eyed and her skin darkened to the duller shades of green in her splotches.

“Cuz I think you’re real cool too. You’re cute and you’re nice, like that time you fell out of your chair because you were making room for me. And when you laugh a lot around me, even before I tell the joke. Or when you ate all those fries real fast because you said they’d gone bad so we had to share the next basket. Or when you-”

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yo?”

“You wanna make out and just sorta smash my brains out?”

Tom furrowed his horned brow.

“In the sex way, or the violent way?”

“Sex way.”

“Oh! Sure!”

Netty pounced right into his arms, straddling his lap. She pulled on his suspenders to reel him into a heated kiss, stuffing her thick tongue into his mouth. Her dry mouth fixed itself up quickly as she moaned as her mouth watered, salivating into his as drooling over her crush’s chin. She mashed her big green breasts into his barrel chest and her pierced nipples immediately grew hard, silently ringing their tiny cowbells between their chests. The rodeo queen’s daughter’s iron thighs clamped around one of Tom-Baro’s thick legs, locking into place like she never wanted to let go.

The cyclops caught on gradually and wrapped his hands around her hips. The hunky meathead wasn’t the quickest on cues but Netty was used to taking the lead on these things. Her giddily flicking tail wrapped around his wrist, informalling cuffing him in place to keep his hands busy squeezing her ass.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this,” Netty moaned as she leaned harder into him, lightly tipping the ferris wheel car with them. On top of being part goblin, she was half acrobat and half rodeo clown and had a particularly stern sense of balance. She stayed right on top of him as Tom moved with the car to lay on his back, just for her huge green udders to drop over his face. Netty didn’t miss a beat as she pulled her dress down, spilling them out into his face. Already a thick and creamy stream was running down her nipples as her consistently raging libido went into overdrive.

“Mm,” Tom moaned around her breasts as he found the space to breathe and talk through them.

“So, Net. I just want you to know. There’s no pressure here to do anything you don’t want to, because consent is a big-”

“SHUSH AND GIMME BABIES! Before I fuck this up!!” Netty ranted with a desperate look to her wide eyes.

“Whatever you say, senpai.”

Netty didn’t know what that meant and didn’t care. She was already scrambling at Tom’s pants and yanked them down, her hooves catching on his waistband to push it down the rest of the way in a well-practiced maneuver. His huge orange shaft flopped right out, looking thicker, harder and longer than her arm.

“Oh thank you, carny Geebus. It’s just like in my wetdreams,” Netty muttered quickly as she didn’t bother fully removing her dress. She just tore her panties off and mounted up, having to raise herself up to her hooves before easing down on the massive shaft. Her voice quivered with excitement arousal, stunned for a moment to have the thick warm meat of her crush buried inside her.

“I can go easy if you…” Tom started, but Netty bit her lip and shook her head. It made the miniature cow bells pierced into her nipples clink around in their jiggling wake.

“Don’t even think about it,” she purred, shutting her eyes briefly before slamming her hips down onto him. Her pot belly bulged a bit but her sturdy minotaur insides accommodated Tom’s monster of a cock as it stretched her elastic goblin guts. She gave a huge, shrill cry of excitement before she started rocking her hips up and down, noisily slurping him in and out of her pussy.

“Yes! YES! Fuck, Tommy! You’re so fucking good!” she cried out. She started groping at her tender tits, tugging on her nipple rings a bit in the way she liked. The resulting trickles of milk ran down her chest and dress, and Tom could only think to lean up and take one of her teats in his mouth. His thick tongue toyed with her nipple, rubbing inside the ring of her piercings and sucking noisily on her milk. Netty wailed in pleasure, locking her legs around his hips as best she could at half his size. Her hoof beat rapidly on the bottom of their carriage as his cock overstuffed her and pinned her clit against her inner vagina.

“Yea! Yea! Rock me, just like that!” Netty rambled.

“I’m not rocking,” Tom pointed out after noisily gulping down her thick gobotaur milk. “I’ve just been laying back here. I thought you were doing all the-”

The cart creaked and tilted further, moving Tom from simply on his back to putting all his weight on his shoulders. His eye went wide as Netty’s ears perked up, lining up by her horns as she remembered her own advice about rocking the ferris wheel cart. She heard the creaking reach a peak before their ride suddenly whirled around, flipping them upside down and back upright again in a swift, swinging gesture like they were tassels on the tits of Jeenie the dancing girl.

It was a shocking moment, but that just made it more intense for Netty. In fact, the ridiculous rocking and twirling was doing some surprising things between their interlocked pelvises. She just latched her hips on tight and hugged Tom tightly, only partly so that she didn’t accidentally blind him with her horns. Her thick goblin pussy juices and milk splashed recklessly around the chamber as they both cried out in confused passion. There was the strange sensation of weightlessness that was abruptly interrupted again when Netty was brought slamming down on his dick. The strange, sexual centrifuge whipped them around and added a surprising but pleasant element to their first time together that Netty would never forget. In fact she’d try to convince him to do it again on several occasions.

The green cowgirl shrieked out a piercing note as she climaxed, squirting all over Tom’s shaft in a flood of pulpy goblin cum. Her sturdy snatch latched onto his dick, trapping it inside her and pulsing as her clit swelled up against the tip of his dick. Netty shuddered as her insides swelled to give his expanding cock room, just for it to gush a similarly hefty load of semen into her. It was less impressive than hers, considering how big he was, but Netty wasn’t about to complain about that.

“Ohhhh gods and devils and everythin’ in between yessss. Gimme them babies with that belly-meltin’ baby potion. Just go an’ pop my easybake, you fuckin’ hammer of a stud…”

Netty finished rambling under her breath and swallowed hard. She shook her head, tossing some of her shaggy and sweaty hair about as the carriage came back to a steady position. She stared into Tom’s eye as his big chest huffed for air, lifting and dropping her along with it.

“Oh ah… sorry. I get like that with the real good stuff sometimes. Just the… goblin brain kickin’ in hard. But it’s good. You were good. Real… real good.”

She caught Tom’s eye and her cheeks immediately flushed back into a darker shade of green. Her ears lowered sheepishly (or cowishly, to be more accurate) until he leaned in and kissed her. They perked right back up as she broke into an awkward smile.

“Fun ride,” he chuckled.

“Yea! So uh… when’s your break anyways? I could swing on by and you could blast my crammer back by the shed where they keep all the stuffed gorillas…”

“Orrrr…” Tom offered warily. “We could split a pizza or somethin’ over at Reetza’s booth and just talk for a while.”

“That’s great too!” Netty blurted even more excitedly. “Sorry! Not use to this uh… relation stuff or dating things. “I usually just jump to the business part.”

“Yea. I noticed. Hope I’m not too slow for you about all this. I’m usually a little more old fashioned...”

“No way! You’re scrummin’ perfect!” Netty insisted as she finally pushed herself up using his chest.

She had to steady herself again as the ferris wheel clunked and started to rotate again. Gus must have heard their orgasmic shouting. She cleared her throat and got back on her own two hooves.

“Just uh… making sure though. I got kind of a reputation and a girl’s got needs… like, goblin needs.”

She scanned his eye for any understanding. It was his usual thick-headed blankness.

“For fuckin’. So I wanna take this slow but do you mind if I uh… be my worst self somewhere else and squish with the usual customers while I’m waitin’ on ya?”

Tom just smiled.

“I became a mime to make people happy, Netz.”

“Not sure where you’re going with this, but okay.”

“If it’s makin’ you and other people happy, go for it. Doesn’t change the cute little thing you are.”

He patted a heavy hand on her scruffy head and she went darker green than ever. A couple happy tears squeezed out the corners of her eyes as the ferris wheel came to a stop back at the bottom. Tom took her hand and helped her step out of the cart, walking her right past the old fairy waiting for them. He already had the hose prepared, spraying out any leftover fluids the younger circus folk had left behind.