Goblin Addiction (Patreon)

The idea of goblins being kind of addictive has been an old idea of mine. The modern monstergirl ones I described as “pickles and rubber bands” but with aphrodisiac properties that tend to gross out but get people hooked on goblin fucking. I kind of ran with that as a focus in this one, putting it into a fantasy world. A guy goes to sleep with a goblin, utterly hates it, but is haunted and goes crawling back to the especially slimy, sloppy and dopey little lady. Something something, Breaking Bad but with goblin sex and a good ending maybe?

Anyway, nice to have something out for the first of my actual gobtober stuff.

Shane had heard all the same rumors about goblins as everyone else. They were scummy, strange, nasty little things that were outlawed from so much as entering the town. Any sparse dealings with them were strictly regulated and done outside the borders. Some said they were cannibals, but most just found them unsanitary and unpleasant to be around. They were small, crass, froggish-looking things that simply weren’t welcome.

And yet… he saw the occasional picture (usually on wanted posters) and heard the occasional story in the taverns. There was a strange forbidden fruit angle to them, especially in their women. The taboo made them more enticing, and something about the greasy, half-sized green girls packing all their thick curves into that tiny body gave Shane some confusing wet dreams. He figured there was only one way to get it out of his system; go meet a goblin girl, get over his wild fantasies, and get back to his life as a blacksmith’s apprentice.

When Shane went asking around, nobody had any particular leads on where to find a goblin woman. The closest he had was the repeated sentiment: that they’d do anything for gold, and flashing some money would surely get the little swamplings to cooperate. They’d probably even marry him for a handful of change, but Shane laughed it off. He had no intention of sticking with the sticky little creatures.

It quickly became clear that the ban on goblins was very effective. He had no choice but to suit up and leave the city limits. There wasn’t any danger out there, short of the greedy goblins that camped out in the nearby swamps. He was nervous going into the woods, even with the established walking path set up for him. Signs warned of “Not responsible for lost property” and “You are now leaving human jurisdiction” from trees, and several more were marked in ambiguous scribbles in what he had to assume was goblins either writing their own signs or pretending they had their own language to feel more important about themselves.

He quickly and safely reached goblin territory and it met his low expectations. Goblins were about their pseudo-settlement, living around some shallow, muddy water and hanging out wherever they could fit themselves. A few logs were shoved together in some semblance of a bridge that led about halfway into the water before they’d either given up or the bridge drifted apart from poor craftsmanship. Some small mud huts were built at heavily slanted angles while a few larger spots were simply sinking into the marsh. Shane didn’t dare risk testing his weight on it. The stubby green monsters busied themselves one way or another. Two of the males stood in the muck, punching each other in the face. They didn’t seem to mind it or hold any grudge. It just seemed to be some kind of simple game. Another one gnawed on a small log she had in between her hands, only pausing to give Shane a curious look and go back to… whatever she was doing. One goblin dozed under a tree, unaware of another one drinking from a jug while urinating on the first. They really were clearly dumber and dirtier than the worst of humanity. Shane had seen homeless people in the town with more dignity and cleanliness than a goblin.

He looked around for one that was presentable, but most of them looked strikingly similar to each other. He started to settle on one who was somewhere on the shore and not caked in mud or worse.

He finally settled on one that was sleeping in a tree like some kind of grimy green cat. She was curvy, at the very least, considering that her breasts (each the size of a large man’s fist) and legs both dangled on either side of the branch. She wore a loincloth and similarly scrappy top, but one of her plump, spot-speckled tits dangled out of it without a care. A round, melon-like ass cheek stuck out from her loincloth, shifting with her weight as she wriggled in her sleep. Bat-like ears the size of beach towels dangled over her shoulders past her scrawny arms like a cheap cloak. Greasy black hair stuck out or hung off in clingy clumps and half-finished braids, looking like she’d never groomed or cut it in her life as is went past her ass.

“Excuse me? Are you awake up there?” Shane called to her.

The girl goblin burped and shifted her weight again, but didn’t budge enough to be sure. He reached into his pocket, took out his pouch of loose change, and jingled it in front of his face. The goblin’s ears flapped back upright, unfolding to receive the pleasant jingling. She opened her eyes, which were an unsettling dull gray coloration around a saccharine sweet pink center.

“Oi. What’s with the shinies? You want me to kill somebody, or were you renting one of me hole?” she asked in a shrill and crackling voice. It made Shane wince just to hear it in use.

“Hi. No. I mean, I guess. I’m willing to give you a shiny if you’d sleep with me. I just want to find out what it’s like.”

The goblin blinked at him vacantly as she started to wake up. She dug her chipped little fingernails into her tree branch and swung herself down, dangling like a sloth for a moment before letting herself drop. She landed gracelessly on her back before dragging herself up, shaking some dirt and leaves from her hair. She reached into her spacious ear, picked something out, and threw it into the swamp water. Her widened eyes looked intrigued.

“And… and two shinies if you don’t tell anyone about me,” Shane added, producing a pair of coins to prove his interest.

The beady pink eyes locked onto his money immediately. He let them shift in his hand to clink together and saw her ears bounce in time with the gesture.

“Yeh yeh. I can be sneaky. I’m not snitcher,” she jabbered in her bastardized Common.

She started to skip from one foot to the other in anticipation.

“Now gib it!”

Shane hesitated, but handed over the coins. She clutched them in her little claws, jingling them between her hands and admiring them, even as her hands immediately smudged them with dirt. She darted towards the main pool, and the human was ready to call out the little thief when she stopped knee-deep into the muck. She turned and waved her spindly arm at him.

“This way! You hyooms like it with a roof and walls and shit, right? I gotta borrow one’a the big shacks!”

Shane sighed, hoping to avoid this. He stepped into the mud, messing up his work boots as he followed her lead. The goblin reached one of the strange wooden structures that up close, he recognized as an old human wagon that had crashed and sunk halfway in some time ago. His stubby brunette had a quick conversation with the goblin man perched on top of it. The conversation involved wordlessly shrieking at him until she garbled something drunkenly back. The female picked up a particularly large piece of mud and chucked it into his face, knocking him off the carriage before letting herself in without checking on him any further. The makeshift shack was heavily tilted, and Shane had to brace himself on the walls to stay steady. The old bed, at least, was topped over at a mostly upright angle where it had landed against a wall. He grimaced at the dubious smell, only to realize that it smelled slightly better than the outside.

The goblin wasted no time, throwing off her clothes and laying flat on her back on the bedding. She raised her stubby legs up near her ears (a very easy feat, given how long her ears were). She spread out her stretchy, chubby thighs, exposing her slit that was a shade of pinkish-green Shane had only seen on unripe tomatoes and certain kinds of mold. A tangled wet mass of pubic hair sprouted above it as the only hair on her besides her head.

“Aight! Pick a spot and stick it in. Just tell me when yer done!”

The goblin opened her mouth wide, revealing many crooked fangs and a long, forked tongue. The incredibly slutty pose mixed with her dirty body and inhumanly speckled green skin made for a conflicting sight to say the least.

“This is… fast. We haven’t even kissed yet,” Shane admitted.

“Yeh yeh. That’s what usin’ the mouth is for, right? Go ahead.”

She flopped her drooling tongue back out expectantly, like a dog awaiting a treat.

“Do I at least get to know your name first?”

The goblin pursed her thin green lips.

“Why? You a snitcher?” the goblin asked, narrowing her eyes.

“No! I just… this is a lot more intimate than humans usually get this fast. It’s weird.”

“Myek,” she said in a wet, quick little noise.

“Are you choking?”

“Nah. My name’s Myek,” she said, repeating the cheek-squishing sound. “Now c’mon. I could be sleepin’. Can I sleep while you do it?” she pried.

“I’d rather you didn’t…”

Shane honestly wasn’t sure, even as he said it. Having any set of eyes watch him actually try to fuck a goblin didn’t feel like something anyone would be proud of.

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What ensued was, quite simply, the worst sex of his life. Everything seemed too musky, too sticky, or too wet. Her skin and hair were thick with oily sweat, making every touch make his hands feel messy. He tried kissing her to warm himself up, but she had no real grasp or interest in it beyond sticking her tongue out and slobbering all over his face. Her pussy was a slick mess that was so tight that he had trouble fitting in if not for her heavily soaked sex. She enjoyed it all the same, latching onto him with her arms and legs wrapping around him to hold him close. Her nails scratched at his arms and back as she bounced her hips with no particular rhythm. She simultaneously acted like a virgin and a slut in heat as she ground herself against him. Her breasts rubbed over his lower torso, smearing her sweat on him like a pair of moldy sponges while her shaggy hair wafted her sour goblin stink up his nose. It was difficult to stay inside her, but Myek would occasionally, seemingly at random, squeak or snort before spraying a sloppy orgasm onto his crotch. The spray of oily fluids gave off a bitter pickled smell and a sticky tingling sensation like someone had spilled soda on his skin. Myek would just shiver for a few seconds, giggle uncontrollably, then shake it off and stare back at him with her dopey, drooling grin.

It took a lot of effort and concentration just to get through it all. The distraction of the stink, the rickety shack of a setting, and her slippery hole proving hard to stay inside proved a challenge. He finally built up enough friction to finish, focusing on her rubbery bouncing breasts to try and ignore the smell and taste of goblin. He gave a short, hiss of a grunt as he came inside her, adding his seed inside her sloppy pussy. Myek’s eyes lit up and she gave a delighted squeal, her short and shallow vagina clenching to grip his pulsing erection. He winced as the tight fit grew even tighter like a mushy fist squeezing the last of his cum out.

“Gotcher goodies~!” she giggled like the goblin had just won some kind of game, wiggling around beneath him. She clapped like she was applauding his orgasm, even as shame colored his cheeks.

“Right. Uh… I guess that’s all for now,” he muttered, awkwardly looking for a way out of the moment.

Shane’s post-nut clarity had him cooling off and really thinking about what he’d done. He’d slept with a monster that had giggled and made a mess of sweat, drool and cum the entire time. He tried to ease his way out of her, but seeing as her slit was still flexing tightly around him, he had to give a firmer tug to pop it out of her tight slit. Myek gave a thrilled coo and shuddered just from that, arching her back and squirting another greasy mess of her cum onto his thighs. He sighed to himself as the musky smell hit his nose. Somehow she’d kept his semen inside her like a trap while still cumming on him.

“Thanks,” Shane said stiffly.

“Oooooh, anytime,” Myek purred, writhing and rolling around on her messy bed.

She shifted onto her belly, hugging a torn up pillow beneath her bosom as she grinned at him. She blinked one of her bloodshot-looking eyes at him.

“You want any more, you come and ask for Myek, yes? If you got more jingle shinies, I got more gutter where that came from.”

She puckered her lips into a mimed kiss as Shane got his pants back on.

“Yea! Sure! I will definitely ask for you if I ever come back again,” Shane promised her.

It felt easy to keep that promise. He couldn’t imagine wading through mud again just for cheap, dirty sex with a greasy swamp goblin.

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Shane went back to his normal life. He was back to his job at the smith, taking walks and doing some light reading. His time with Myek was a vivid memory, inescapable like a sensory nightmare. He’d bathed heavily that night, and even that couldn’t get all the stink of goblin off of him. He had to buy some cheap cologne to mask the smell around town, and by the time he went back home it would wear off. Shehad marked him well enough that he could smell that swampy pussy on him like a curse. He just had to get used to it until it wore off.

But getting used to it was the problem. It was always there, especially in his intimate moments back at home. It was inescapable, and whenever he went to masturbate, all he could think about was Myek. It distracted and disgusted him into quitting the first time, but the mental image of the shortstack squealing and snorting her nasally giggles was always waiting for him to get slightly distracted and invade his senses. He began to associate his arousal with it at that rate.

The sense memories were all so stunningly vivid… and she’d seemed so happy to have him. Myek acted like his pocket change had changed her life, and she had cum five times to his once. It made him feel appreciated, at least… his heart started to race when he’d lay down in bed, remembering the muggy but secluded space of their moldy wagon. His pillow started to feel like he was nuzzling between Myek’s spongy breasts, and the image of the gross little goblin girl started to invade his dreams. It was always accompanied by that pungent swamp smell, and his dreams always gradually changed from being annoyed by her to picking up and squeezing her, or burying his face into parts of her to embrace rather than avoid the alien stink.

Almost a week later, Shane found himself leaving the gates again. He wore thicker boots to minimize the mud and wetness, despite how messy he meant to get. He reached the goblin encampment and ignored their lazy glances as he scanned the waters. He found Myek passed out on a stump that was loosely chair shaped, snoring with a jug of something tipped over in her lap. The goblin alcohol still failed to cover up her smell and her loincloth fell unevenly to one side to expose her strangely tempting pussy.

“Hi. Excuse me,” Shane pried.

The big ears were, apparently, mostly for show. He had to nudge her stubby leg with his boot before she snapped up, looking around and babbling in her half-awake state. She blinked and looked up at the human visitor, making her eyes and smile grow wide.

“Ohhh! Dick-money guy!” Myek greeted him with strange recognition.

“I guess. Hello. I’m Shane, actually.”

His stomach twisted itself up with anxiety. Why did he give her his real name? He’d avoided it on purpose the last time. He didn’t want word getting out he slept with the little green things.

“Ah. I guess that’s a name,” Myek rasped dismissively.

She dangled her thick, stubby legs over the edge of the stump, waving them excitedly. She batted her dull pink eyes at him hopefully.

“So you’re back for more fuckin’, yea!?”

“Right,” Shane confirmed despite his shame. “I brought coin, so…”

“Ah ye! The clink! Almost forgot I’m sposda charge ya,” Myek laughed, looking surprised and then amused at her realization.

Drake bit back a sigh at her stupidity as she stood up and adjusted her tattered garments.

“Right this way boss. A couple more shinies and I’ll let ya stick ma holes up as good as ya please.”

Drake waded out into the semi-abandoned wagon with her. It looked even worse than he remembered. A couple planks in the floor had been smashed through, and a couple of soggy torches had been tossed into one corner. Still, the human’s senses were assaulted with the alienly pleasant memories of the place. It was oddly satisfying to smell the moldy swamp air and horny, greasy goblin again. It felt like the missing puzzle piece fit into place to complete the scummy but irreplaceable experience.

“I didn’t think I’d be back here so soon. Did you do something with the place?”

“Yea, some wolves got in and tossed some shit around. Scamped ‘em off, but one was hidin’ in the closet for a while, so watch for any stragglers, yea?”

The shortstack explained the mess casually as she kicked some damp, half-eaten books out of their way. Drake doubted the bites had come from the wolves. Myek flopped back down on the messy bed and started to peel off her clothes. She hesitated, spat on the mattress, and bent away from him to scrub something off with her forearm. Whatever it was, Shane had to doubt it was anything dirtier than goblin spit.

Still, upon seeing Myek’s fat, fertile green hips sticking up higher than her loincloth could cover, Shane couldn’t contain himself. The familiar scene and her thick yet compact ass wiggling over her moist fruit slice of a pussy triggered the deeply rooted and forbidden appetite within him. He found himself pouncing on her and burying his face between her big green cheeks. His mind went numb with bittersweet pleasure as the smell and taste of her nethers. His hungry tongue swept up the thicky damp pussy, gathering her nectar and its sour candy flavor. Myek let out a pleasantly surprised cooing sound as her ears whipped straight up.

“WOO! And I thought them wolves were hungry! Dig in, big guy!”

The goblin leaned on her elbows, making her fat tits puff up between them. It let her raise her hips and mash them further into his face, grinding her powerful scent all over Shane. What he’d originally found slightly nauseating was now intoxicating, like a strong ale he’d gotten used to. He opened his senses to drink in the little monster, huffing and licking her while he squeezed her rubbery green pumpkin of an ass. Myek wrapped her thick little legs around his neck, bending them to pull and trap him between her thighs. He could have easily escaped the short monster’s grasp, but absolutely refused to retreat.

While Myek started plucking off her tattered clothes, Shane gripped her hips greedily and lifted her off their shabby bed. She gave another pleasantly surprised squeal as he held her upside down, moaning and slurping at her pussy like a man deprived of food and water acting like her pussy was the only liquid he’d seen in days. His tongue slapped and stroked her pussy as he drank her up, sucking noisily to gather all he could of the forbidden nectar. Myek’s legs loosened from around his neck, spreading out as she let out a long and wordless purr. It broke into a cracking shriek as she bucked her hips and gushed her cum over his face. He opened his mouth and caught all he could of the oily, bitter fluids and let himself be bathed in the obsessable juices. He slurped even more noisily as he drank the strangely addictive cum. He suckled on her fattened clit, which made Myek’s feet kick around as she giggled.

“Eeee~! You humans are so weird! Mouth’s not where that goes,” she snickered gleefully.

Her mass of untamed hair dangled down around her head, brushing against his legs and blinding her until she pulled it out of her face. She sniffed curiously as she hung naked in Shane’s grasp and grabbed his pants, clever little claws working at his buttons. So long as she was hanging at cock height, she helped herself to his freed hardon. She locked her sloppy mouth around it, drooling almost as much as her pussy. The goblin smeared her lips and tongue all over it, carelessly nicking his boner with her fangs. He was far too hard and horny to mind as he pushed her back down to the bed. She gave a cute little grunt as she landed upside down, balancing on her head and shoulders as Shane pushed her legs apart.

“I can’t wait any more,” he huffed as he stepped out of his pants.

He climbed into the dirty bed and drove his cock down like a stake, sliding completely smoothly through her overly lubricated slit. Myek gave another thrilled hoot as her eyes went wide with surprise, her toes curling with delight. Something about this mating press position let Shane reach deeper and easier into the goblin’s dubious anatomy, and the tight, cramped space he’d complained about last time was now a welcome, attentive feeling.

“Mmm, YEA! Fill me more! More more more!” the greedy goblin squealed.

She bounced in place, pinned by Shane’s cock so effectively just vibrating beneath him. He felt every slippery fold and crevice of her insides rubbing him off, especially the subtle rubbing of her clit bouncing against his dick. She let out a feral gurgling noise as she spasmed in place, vibrating even harder as she squirted like a shaken up soda bottle all over Shane’s cock and chest. The absolute mess of a monster was still somehow the sexiest thing Shane could imagine as he only railed her faster. Even as her voice warbled from the rapid vibration of his hammering dick, Myek just beamed and drooled over herself. Her flopping tits bounced in her face, smearing them with her slobber and cum as Shane’s cock splashed around in her overstuffed hole. The obsessed human found himself smacking her big green ass, watching the hypnotically wobbling hips.

With a strained grunt, he shot his load inside her. His hot seed spurted into her, quickly filling up her petite pussy. The thick white cum overflowed from her lower lips, their tightness only able to contain so much of it. It came out with a greenish tint, mixed in with her own off-color cum. Myek gasped and twitched, even spitting out another tightly packed orgasm that splashed over Shane’s belly. He groaned and pumped into her a few more times, stirring their sloppy mix together before he crumbled to the bed. He went to fall off of her to avoid crushing the little beast, but she was tighter than he’d expected. Her sloppy cunt held onto him like a fist, acting like one of the tighter muscles on the doughy little woman. She rolled over with him, remaining glued to his cock as she clutched him inside.

“Wowza~! You humes don’t tend ta like it that much!”

The dirty little goblin grinned proudly as she remained straddling his dick, her pudgy thighs squishing against Shane’s lower body. She leaned forward so that her fat breasts rested on his stomach, leaning her chin in her elbows with her crooked smile, clearly fawning over him.

“Come ta think, ya usually don’t take us up on it and show up at all… what with all them armor boys around keepin’ us out and youze in.”

Shane’s fizzling brain cells put together what she meant. The ban on goblins in the city. He’d had to come out this far just to meet one. Whether the king’s men knew about the insane pussy and bizarrely addictive sex goblins provided or if it was outright prejudice, they didn’t like them spending too much time with humans.

“That’s a shame. Because I’m definitely coming back for more of this. There’s just nothing like it in the kingdom! It was so strange at first, but the more I thought about it I missed it and couldn’t think of anything else!”

Even thinking about it and looking up at the dirty little prostitute, his dick pulsed inside her to try and drive him into going back for more.

“Ye!? That’s great! I’ll try an keep a mosty dry spot for ya where we can shug some more!” Myek said with a happy smile.

She wiggled in place, tugging on Shane’s dick and making the sheets beneath them squish as they absorbed the sloppy goblin fluids. It stirred up the smell and triggered those same deeply rooted urges in Shane’s head.

“Of course, you could always move out here! Plenty of mushrooms and frogs ta eat!” Myek offered.

Shane huffed and shook his head. That was all too much. It was nice to visit and he’d love getting his daily fix of goblin pussy, but he couldn’t survive out here. Goblins were much better suited to this down and dirty lifestyle. Back in the city, they’d probably think they were in Heaven let alone…

Shane paused. He considered the implications, then the benefits, then the means…

“Myek? Would goblins want to get into the city if they could?”

The goblins tilted her head at an odd angle, then nodded at the same odd angle.

“Ye. So what?”

“Would they do it if that meant they had to have sex to live there?”

“PFFT!” Myek made some mocking fart of a noise with her tongue. “You shattin’ me? They’d want it twice as bad if it meant gettin’ pugged!”

“Perfect. Can you meet me at the south side of the town wall at 8 tonight?”

Myek blinked at him vacantly for a moment. It took Shane just as long to realize what she didn’t understand.

“Can you be by the wall where the big bushes are a little after the sun goes down? Just look for a rope.”

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Shane’s problem quickly became its own solution. He smuggled Myek in and let her live in his place. It wasn’t much to keep her fed, and he used her to stay in touch with the other goblins. He dipped into some savings and bought a proper house, giving him some spare rooms. He spread the word that he had goblin boys and girls looking for love. Most people dismissed the idea, but he always kept a vial with some goblin cum. It repulsed or shocked people, but a few days later they came looking for him. It confirmed his theory; something about goblin juices just got people hooked. He’d rent them one of his rooms for a few hours, charge a ridiculous rate, and make more than enough to pay his rent and feed his handful of goblin hookers.

The goblins were thrilled to have a clean new place to defile for themselves. Both the humans and the goblins were excited to be able to have sex with each other. The guards didn’t think to look inside their own walls for goblins so they didn’t bother Shane and his new business of vice.

And best of all, it left the goblin pimp plenty of time each evening to obsess over his giggly and jiggly little princess. He eagerly worshiped and fucked the goblin of his life until he had every pleasure he could imagine with her, their shared bedroom reeking of the addictive scent of goblin sex.