Patron Reward: Gobsmacked (Patreon)

Another reward fic that’s a little bit of most things I like. Goblins, fighting, competitive sex… all in a shortstack band that lets fans come up to fight or fuck them. I was given a lot of wiggle room with tis one and really liked my designs. Giving new looks or themes to monsters are always fun. Mostly the patron wanted the pre-show dirty talk/threats and gave the general premise, so I went wild from there.

The integration of monster and human cultures had led to some interesting results. A good example was between goblins and human music. Considering they had very little understanding of rhythm or rhyming in their simplistic lifestyle, they quickly latched onto the concept. A generation or two later they were deeply invested, loving and creating music of their own.

Some even excelled at it. Lady Lemon Lime was a fantastically popular pop star, but there were goblins in every genre before too long. They clung to energetic and lively songs, so it wasn’t terribly surprising when Gobsmack emerged as an all female goblin hardcore thrash metal band. They were generally seen as a capable band, but their audiences tended to come for their gimmick above all else.

Their fiery fight songs and goading taunting of their audience was all meant to provoke them into “going goblin.” They encouraged fighting and fucking in the crowds (in their own loosely separated moshpits), and would often pick out favorites to call onstage. Their standing bet was anyone who could outfight or outfuck the summoning band member landed you a free souvenir of the show (usually something they were wearing).

The crowd was pumped up well before the show actually started. They were cheering and chanting, barking out snippets of lyrics while saving their energy for the actual show. The long, loud wail of a guitar played just offstage as the audience burst into a thrilled scream, any words tumbling together into blunt chaos. The band full of goblin girls strode out, pumping fists in the air and headbanging as they took centerstage. They didn’t bother going to their instruments, crowding around the mic.

“Sup, ya horny motherfuckers!?” Iza shouted.

The lead singer was lean and scrappy. She had part of her head shaved to form a scruffy mohawk style. She had a loose, torn shirt that exposed her belly. She had a lean figure for a goblin, which was to say soft midsection and wiry muscle on her limbs. Like most of her crew, she had a set of earrings in her pointed ears, more in her eyebrows, and a few studded bracelets among her flashy accessories. Their metal attitude had let them go heavy on flashy goblin “shine.”

“I see a whole buncha limp-dick, weak-titted wannabe skanks out there! How many of you losers are here just hoping I decide to bully your asses and leave you tastin’ my fist one way or the other?”

The audience cheered at her mouthy trash talk. It was true. Half of them came for the sadistic treatment or the hopes of being beaten and dominated by the shortstack band. The bandmates had their own preferences on whether they’d fight or fuck a fan, but the majority of them were capable at both. The only reason Iza didn’t have any scars was thanks to how rapidly goblins healed from most injuries.

Fei bumped in shoulder to shoulder with her, taking over the mic with a few playful shoves.

“You think you’re hard enough, boys? I’ve sucked on clits bigger than you,” Fei teased with a venomous purr.

She was taller and thinner than Iza, her black hair bleached with pale stripes. Her curves were less exaggerated than her bandmates, giving her a subtler and more sensual appeal. She still wore the long, absolutely shredded remains of a black dress that left her bra and panties largely exposed.

Plitsy reached over them both as the tallest and broadest of the group. The bassist kept her orange hair in thick, spiraling curls around her face. Even then, some streaks of black and ashen gray makeup were painted across her face. Her tastes were clear by the fact that she was blatantly the most muscular of the band.

“You bitches think you’re worth this pussy? Cuz I ain’t seen one of you go toe to toe with me and stay standing! And I’m gonna find at least two more of you overgrown chumps tonight and show you what four feet, 120 pounds and two F cups worth of goblin can do to a human pelvis!”

Gurt poked her head in under Plitsy’s armpit with her straight blue bedhead hair hanging over most of her eyes. Her pouty lips were curled into a smile as the squat and busty airhead licked her lips before tracing her long tongue over one of her canines. Loose jeans barely held onto her pear-shaped hips, letting most of her thong hang out in the open. A similarly baggy and oversized shirt made a minimal effort to cover it up. Her heavily dolled up and half-lidded eyes were clearly prepared for her by someone else because she was rather famously on some kind of high from her latest drug of the week.

“Hope you losers aren’t here to hear me play, cuz I gotta tell ya, it’s gonna take a lot to make me finish. I don’t care if you’re goin’ limp down there cuz I’m gonna ride you til I’m goooood and done. I’ma hump some friction burns into you weak little cuties,” Gurt sighed breathily into the mic.

She lifted up her shirt, flashing her big droopy tits with her upturned nipples. She shook them about, sticking out her tongue while shaking her hips invitingly.

Iza grinned and took her microphone back, bumping playfully into the others. They had their own little friendly mosh for a moment before settling back into intending on actually playing their music. They and the audience were both pumped from the trash talk as they took up their positions and instruments. With a couple testing notes, the low-energy Gurt snapped into a frenzied drumbeat and the others followed suit.

The show started out as usual. They hammered out their raging music and it quickly got the crowd going. The standing groups in front quickly devolved into half mosh and half orgy with a thin buffer in between them where some couldn’t quite settle on whether they wanted to fight or fuck.

Around the start of their third song, the girls were making eyes at some of their favorites among the fans. Winks or mouthed kisses sent through the air were hints of favor by the ladies encouraging their potential challengers to keep giving it their all.

A call was finally made halfway into Chopping Block. With the audience teased into a peaked frenzy, Plitsy stepped to one side of the stage still keeping rhythm on her base. She gave a last glance over the fight pit and nodded towards them, bobbing her curls with the gesture.

“Oi! You with the glowsticks!” she called off the stage.

Lucia, the caramel-skinned dark elf with a partially torn shirt of the band, silvery hair with green streaks dyed into it, several neon glowing bracelets, and a shallow cut still bleeding along her cheekbone looked up from the mayhem. She had several unconscious bodies around her, including the yeti that she was still kicking while they were down before she was interrupted.

“Yea! Ears and the green and white. Get up here. We’re fuckin’ doin’ this,” the brutish bassist decided, jerking a thumb at the main stage.

Lucia’s eyes widened and even the brawling people around her recognized the attention of their heavy metal queen. They parted to let her through so she could climb up the front of the stage, met with congratulatory cheers and a few jealous boos. The action died down, most of them turning their attention to the fight about to go down on stage. Some were still throwing punches or grappling anyway, knowing that the bandmates were prone to several partners in one night and that the others were less preoccupied.

Plits removed her bass and passed it off to one of several goblins that were waiting for her backstage. There was a short lack of bass as it traded hands but her backup bassist picked things up impressively quickly. It freed up Plitsy’s hands to crack her knuckles and roll her shoulders.

“I like your moves, scrawny. Now lemme feel ‘em,” she growled through her grinning fangs.

Lucia loosened up herself, an excited smile on her face as she eyed up the burly goblin. She decided to start up herself once it looked like Plits was ready, sprinting in on her knee-high boots. The elf gave a quick feint to lure her into grabbing in the wrong direction before lunging in, throwing a knee into one of Plitsy’s plump tits. The shorter woman grunted and reeled, clawing at her leg as the elf showed a promising start.

Lucia came in more aggressively, grabbing the bassist by the hair. The rest of the band only glanced over now and then while they kept performing through the dark elf slamming several punches into Plits’ face. Sweat and spit flew off her before it was joined by blood, but the grip on her hair gave the goblin an easier target. She swung her deceptively long arms up in an arc that uppercutted Lucia right in the center of her jean shorts. She perked up her posture to stand on her tiptoes, letting out a guttural howl of pain. Plitsy grabbed the waist of her shorts and pulled hard, using it as a handle to throw the elf to the stage floor.

“Nice start, mother fucker!” she laughed gruffly.

Her eyes were wide and sharp with a clear battle lust as her heavier body straddled the taller but slimmer elf. She threw a hard cross that sent Lucia’s head snapping aside with a spray of bloodied spittle. She choked on a moist breath as Plitsy followed up with a few heavy hooks into her chest, crushing the slender elf’s tits into her ribs and forcing out more coughing lungfuls of air.

She quickly started to lose momentum with the heavier goblin on top of her. The music raged on as Lucia shoved and clawed at Plitsy but it wasn’t enough to stop the berserk shortstack. She smashed hits into the dark elf’s head like she was a percussion instrument, leaving her eyes rolling and fluttering, Her brain throbbed in pain and numbing senses as the lightly trembling stage rattled her further in time with the hasty music. Her double vision aligned enough to see Plits grab and throw off her sleeveless shirt. She ashen-faced goblin grinned evilly down at her as she leaned in, pressing her strong hand firmly over Lucia’s nose and mouth. Her short, huffing breaths became harder as the smell and taste of goblin flesh rushed into her foggy brain.

“You want the good kinda smother? You gonna make it worth my time?” Plitsy asked in a shouted whisper, just loud enough to be heard over the music at this close a distance.

Lucia’s eyes struggled to stay open but she nodded. She moaned and writhed beneath the goblin that had beat her blood, grinding her long leg up between her thighs. It rubbed a knee against Plitsy’s pussy, rewarding the goblin’s sadistic arousal. The bassist removed her hand from the elf’s face, letting her huff down a quick, clumsy breath right before she dropped her fat green tits over her. She could feel more than hear Lucia’s muffled screams, writhing in a mix of pleasure and survival instincts. The elf’s mouth fell open in a mindless gawking expression. One of Plits’ hard nipples fell into her mouth and she moaned and sucked with what little energy she had left, nursing on the dominant goblin. Plitsy bit her lip and ground against her, flopping her hefty tits in her face while humping her leg like a beast in heat.

“Oh yea… yea, that’s the good shit. Nothing like cumming while the bruises are still fresh,” she grunted to her fading challenger.

Her strong thighs clenched around Lucia’s leg. Her hips twisted to one side, adjusting to an angle to better clit while also bending the fanelf’s limb at a sharp angle. Lucia’s elven eyes widened before they rolled back, trembling beneath Plitsy as the goblin shuddered and came on her passing out body. She was still humping and grunting by the time Lucia went limp, losing her challenge after a decent showing. Plitsy got off her with a content sigh, reclaiming her shirt and waving at the fans before going back to her bass. Some stagehands came to drag Lucia away, minus a prize beside the shorts that the famous bassist had cum on.

Plitsy’s fight had gotten the others worked up and looking for their own fan hookups. Fei had picked out her own as she waved a finger into the orgy half of the mosh, sorting them out from a distance before nodding and pointing out the 20-some secluded orc with shaggy black emo bangs and a still-hard shaft hanging down near his knees.

“Yea, you.C’mere. Let’s have some fun, huhhhh?” the flirty guitarist invited, swaying her hips and biting her lip.

The orc gladly darted up and climbed onto the stage. Fei puckered her lips into a mimed kiss at the orcish boy. Rad couldn’t believe his luck as she wrapped her nimble fingers around his shaft, stroking it lightly while she passed her guitar off to her stand-in.

“Here’s the rules, big guy. You pass out or give up on me before I cum, I drop you and you’re out,” she said in a soft but stern confidence. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d put someone out on stage with her sexual or fighting skills.

Rad nodded his shaggy head. Fei smiled up at him fondly before she wrapped her mouth around his cock, taking a surprising amount of his long hog in one smooth lean of her head. He let out a low, husky grunt as her lips brushed against his balls. He knew he wouldn’t last long with her working him like that.

He grabbed her around the shoulders and hoisted her off her feet. Fei let out a surprise little hum as she was peeled off his cock, leaving some light smudges of her lipstick and scratched with her fangs. Rad lifted her up to his face, tearing off her panties and burying his head under her already ripped up dress. With a few loud and few slurps, he started devouring the short woman’s pussy. Fei let out a shrill and throaty cry, tossing her head back with a flash of black and blonde hair. Her thighs squeezed around his head to hold herself steady in his arms.

“OHH! Hungry boy!” she moaned as she rolled her hips.

Her soaking slit rubbed against his face but her legs tightened their grip. Rad got his licks in but his head was spinning as she threatened to cut off his air supply. He wasn’t going to get her off that easily by trying to rely on oral.

So he went all in. He turned and pushed her flat on her back. He ignored that he was left facing the audience as she was the only creature present as far as he was concerned. The orc rocker mounted up, pinning her with his bulk not unlike how Plits had done with her challenger. Rad, however, drove his dick into her like he was drilling for oil. Fei not only didn’t mind the roughness, but she writhed and cooed beneath her tangled and sweaty mess of hair falling over her face.

“Oh my! Big… BIG fan, huh?” she purred as she ran a hand up the orc’s thick arm, squeezing one of his hands.

“Yea… real big,” he panted breathlessly.

All the effort he was pouring into it was exhausting, but he let his mind go numb and tapped into his ancestral stamina. There was only so much to work with when he spent a lot of time getting high and listening to music while playing video games but it had to be enough to outlast the professional fucker of a goblin. Her tight, slimy hole was a perfect mix of tight gripping while slick with her natural horny lubricant, fitting like a glove no matter how deep he went. Even the bulging of her stomach didn’t stop either of them as she let out hornier, louder shouts. She let out a husky gasp as he slammed his strong hips hard, pushing his dick in deep enough that he felt a few organs rearrange to make room for his massive manhood. His cock throbbed but he wasn’t sure how many loads he had left in him after all the kinky mayhem with his fellow fans.

“Fuck yes… yes! YES, rearrange my LUNGS! Just like that!! OhHHH, BABY, YEA!”

Fei’s pussy clenched around Rad’s dick so tightly he thought she might just squeeze the cum out of him by force. She let out a shuddering groan as she shook wildly, squirting her thick green cum out of the cracks he couldn’t quite fill like she was a poorly plugged hose. Her whole body bucked and arched up until she was completely impaled on his erection, held up by nothing else as her feet scrambled against his thighs. Rad waited until she limply slumped against him before he let himself finish, shooting a thick load deep into her. He fired into her womb and who knew what else in her stretchy goblin guts as she shut her eyes, moaning and vibrating the whole way through. He finally pulled out with a tight, wet pop that made her gasp and stumble to the floor with him still leaking out of her.

“Maybe we should get HER on vocals sometimes,” Iza laughed as they wrapped up their latest song.

Fei just ran a hand through her sweaty hair, looking a bit unsteady before she smiled wearily at the similarly beat orc. He was dripping sweat and cum but triumphant as Fei slinked up to him. She detached one of her large, gemmed earrings, raising an eyebrow as she offered it to him. He smiled and took his trophy, holding it up wearily before he stumbled off the stage. Fei scooted over and took back her guitar as the others smiled at her and her bloated cum belly.

“You still good to play like that?” Gurt scoffed at her.

“You think this’ gonna slow me down?” Fei laughed back.

She swept a finger up her pussy, scooping up the mix of cum and sucking it off her finger.

“Nah, this’ gonna be a long show. I’m talkin’ encores if you studs and sluts can keep this up~!”

The crowd roared. The girls screamed right back and the show was ready to go on.