Goblin Cosplay (Patreon)

Something I’d joked about a while back and ended up finding kinda cute. A goblin wife who wants to dabble in roleplaying to the point of dressing up as other species and flirting in their stereotypes as best she can understand them. The levels to which Garla goes can be a little goofy, but her kinks/heart’s in the right place.

The idea of her sister having to get involved in being half of a centaur costume was definitely one of the earliest ideas that got me hooked on it.

Troy and Garla had started dating a year ago and were happily married about half as long as that. Of course, being a human/goblin couple, they had a very active sexlife. For a long time Garla was happy to let Troy plow her into the bed like he was hammering in a railroad spike, but she eventually brought up spicing things up. They talked it out like mature adults (while giggling at the funnier words) before finding that the goblin girl was interested in roleplaying. She loved Troy just how he was, but had a passing interest in cosplay and acting herself to get a little kinky. He hadn’t expected her to get so excited for it, so he agreed to run with whatever she wanted.

“Okay, so set me up,” the goblin prompted from just outside the bedroom door.

Troy cleared his throat. He had already stripped out of his shirt to show his leanly muscled chest, just wearing his boxer shorts. He was tall with short, bright blonde hair and a decent tan going, all of which drove Garla wild.

“This Monster Smash dating app sure is great. I wonder what my blind date’s going to be like,” he called out, a little stiff from the forced sounding line.

“That’d be me~! Masha Grimaxe here to conquer puny boyfriend!” Garla growled lowly.

Garla was a tiny goblin with way more tit than seemed reasonable for her size. She was 2’10” with exaggerated breasts and thighs, her big and pointed ears sweeping upward around her constantly messy but straight purple hair. The little green runt had slicked her hair back and bound the back into a tight braid. More notably, she was strapped into a set of plastic platform stilts that boosted her another three feet off the floor. She wore a plastic and leather armored bikini over her groin and middle of her breasts.

“Ok. Pumpkins,” Troy stated, formally invoking their safeword.

“What’s up?” Garla asked, adjusting her lips to shuffle the upside down set of plastic fangs in her mouth used to mimic tusks.

“First of all, are those stilts?”

“Mhm!”

Garla shook her leg, showing off the extensions. They were weighted enough at the base that she was surprisingly well balanced if a little stiff.

“Once you said yea on the roleplaying, I raided one of those Halloween stores for props.”

“That’s adorable,” Troy blurted out plainly. “Also, if this offensive?”

“Why? Are you a half orc and never told me?” his squeaky wife asked.

“No. I just mean in general.”

“Not if you’re not offended.”

“The name and the voice though? Is that how you think an orc girl would talk?”

“No, duh. It’s all about fetishizing it,” she said, emphasizing “fetiishizing” like it was a magical word.

“You know how real orcs talk? Like everybody else. So I’m Masha Grimax, the sexy barbarian, because it would be WAY weirder if I came in here like ‘Oh, it’s me: Tammy, the girl from the post office you said was cute that one time.”

“One time,” Troy reminded her.

The boosted goblin girl put her hands on her hips and tilted her head cutely.

“So… pumpkins?”

“Yea, time in. Pumpkins.”

“Ahem~! Me smell horny manflesh. Me want snusnu.”

Troy did his best not to crack a smile as his stubby lover stomped over on her stilts. She was enjoying it way too much to pry any further. Garla puffed up her muscles as best she could and pounced on him, crashing her breasts into her man’s chest and locking him into a kiss. He had to admit, it was nice having her at an easily kissable height. It was nice to have her hefty tits squash against him where he could see them too.

The stilts weren’t perfect, of course. Garla tripped into him as the top-heavy goblin ended up pinning him to the bed. She kisses him more aggressively, nipping at his lips with her real and plastic fangs alike. Her awkward squirming rubbed her breasts around right out of her fake armor as her massive tits flopped out of control. He let her bite his lip and tug as he moaned back to her.

“Ohhhh, Ga-Grimaxe… you’re such a strong and sexy beast,” he encouraged her.

Garla gave a delighted little giggle, kicking her weighted feet. She growled and started to shuffled back down, unable to contain her gleeful smile. Troy groaned and ran his hands over her juicy green tits, pinching around her nipples.

“That’s my big strong amazon. Flex for me, big girl.”

Garla grinned and sat up, straddling her man’s hips flexing her scrawny green arms. It puffed out her tits more than anything else. Beneath her loincloth of a bottom, her wet crotch rubbed against his abdomen, leaving a trail of heat and her thick sexual juices. He groaned and ran his hands over Garla’s skin, feeling the soft squish of her stubby form beneath his fingers. He cupped her juicy ass and lifted her off his lap.

“Oof, that’s heavy,” he admitted as he grunted to keep her held up. He had to lean his head in between her tits to get a bit more leverage, not that he minded.

“Puny humie too weak for strong orc beauty?” Garla purred, still flexing as she kissed her muscle.

He didn’t tell her that the stilts were weighted well enough to make her balance a little screwy, but he powered through it and hefted her back down his body. She bent at the knees, sticking the overly long legs down off the bed as he thrust up into Garla’s pussy. She moaned and arched her back, the extra bit of foreplay and roleplay clearly firing her up. She was usually only this bad when he really teased her or she was in any number of equivalents that goblins had to being in heat.

“Not so big and strong now, are you?” Troy grunted as he took his wife’s wrists, pulling on them as handles to keep her pumping on top of him.

It made her arms wrap tighter together, squeezing her boobs up between them. Garla let out a shrill little purr as her eyes fluttered, crossing her chubby thighs around him covetously.

“Ooooh~! Human snusnu goooood~!” she gurgled, barely trying to keep her lower pitch going.

Troy kept thrusting up into her, making her curvy little body keep bouncing up and down on his cock. Her boobs bounced around at their own individual pace, wobbling and slapping against each other along the way. She cooed with excitement, but Troy was so charmed by her enthusiasm he didn’t want to ignore all her goofy effort. He slid himself back out of her and lifted her back up, moving off the bed.

“You want some more humie in that musclebound pussy of yours? Let’s give it to you good, big girl.”

He pulled on Garla’s arm, propping the goblin back up on her stilts. Once he was sure he had a good grip on her and she wasn’t going to topple right over, he positioned himself behind her and pulled on her hips. She was finally at the proper height that he could fuck her from behind while she was still standing. As soon as his crotch slapped against her ass she let out a husky cry. She thrust her big green cheeks back at Troy as his thrusts kept rocking her on her sturdy stilts. Her eyes rolled and her breasts clapped together at her front, but her drunk on pleasure noises told her husband all he needed to know.

“Looks like I can see my bulge through your abs, orcslut. Mmf! You ready for your first litter of little half-orcs, Strongaxe?”

“Grrrrrimaxe,” Garla corrected him shrilly.

Garla’s voice quivered through a flimsy affirmative as she nodded rapidly. Troy pulled on her messy purple hair and drove himself into her deep enough that he wondered if he’d knock her out of her stilts. He shot his load deep inside her, filling the pit of her pussy and flooding out from there. His curvy green wife vibrated around him as her orgasm sputtered around him like a half-blocked faucet. She hosed down his cock with their mixed juices, going limp in his grip and making Troy glad that he’d held onto her waist. He let her dangle there and cool down through her twitching as he felt around her feet. He unclasped the stilts and kept a grip on her as she drooped in his grasp, held up by nothing but his palm and his cock.

“Holy hums, that was hot,” Garla chittered

“What can I say? You make a sexy orc,” Troy sighed.

He knew his way around his wife in the bedroom by now. Garla was really tapped now, her pussy still squishing and squirting a little in aftershocks of her orgasm. It had been a fun little fantasy, mostly for how turned on it made his dressed up lover. He carried her back to the bed, curling up around her and toying with the sweet spots around her ears and breasts. She purred and clenched around his slowly fading erection.

“Think we can do that again sometime?”

“Sure,” Troy gladly agreed. “I could see Miss Grimaxe again, if you don’t get jealous.”

Garla giggled and turned her head to kiss him over her shoulder. “Oh, not Grimaxe. I was thinkin’ we could mix it up.”

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On their next night off together, Troy was sitting in bed stripped down to his boxers. He wasn’t sure what Garla was up to until she entered wearing an especially long black wig down to her ankles. She had a tail dangling from behind her wide hips and a hair clip with a short set of bull horns on top. She wore a cowprint sling bikini with the shoulder straps vanishing under her huge wig, which Troy gradually realized was meant to represent a coat of fur.

“Well how-DEE, stranger! I’m Mini the minotaur, and ah’m lookin’ for a big ol’ stud to ride on! You happen to know any?” Garla trilled in a half-baked southern accent.

Troy smiled and choked down a chuckle.

“I sure do, cowgirl. Why don’t you hop into bed and I’ll introduce you to a real bull.”

“That’s right kind of ya, big fellah!” Garla chimed as she trotted into bed, some thick, hollowed out prop-hooves clopping along with her.

She bound into bed with him, tackling into Troy’s chest and mashing her big green boobs against him. They quickly squeezed their way out of her outfit, the green flesh standing out nicely against the black and white. Her dense little body pressed into her husband’s until he conceded and laid back on the bed. Garla wiggled her hips back, grinding her butt against his boner before moving behind them and pulling them down. She squatted over his hips, adjusting her position a bit until she tugged her swimsuit aside. Her drooling pussy dropped down hard on his shaft, swallowing him up in a swift, squishy gesture that made her tense up. She moaned as she started grinding up and down on top of his cock.

“Atta girl… somehow I knew you’d love the cowgirl position.”

“Only the best, sugah,” she purred as she squeezed her arms beneath her plump green tits.

Troy was easily tempted into reaching out, groping them to let them bounce in his hands. He gave a firm squeeze of his fingers, making the slick green skin ooze between his fingers. Her nipples puffed up as she moaned, her darker green areolas swelling as a bit of milk ran from her hardened tips. Troy’s eyes widened as he looked up at his girl, blushing a paler green across her cheeks.

“Pumpkin. I hit the pharmacy earlier. That’s all. Pumpkin time in,” she muttered quickly as she kept riding his dick in her squatting bounce.

Troy was fine letting that go. He leaned up just enough to pop one of her teats into his mouth, slurping on her slightly oily goblin milk. She gasped as the overly sensitive orbs sent pleasure throbbing through the rest of her body.

“Oooh… I mean, moooo,” she purred as she started bouncing more rapidly, making her milky tits jiggle in his face.

Troy bit at her nips and stretched them out, draining all the milk he could out of her fat and wobbling boobs. It all made her twitch and tremble, squeaking out more excited moos in shorter breaths. He reached around her hips, rubbing her plump booty before grabbing her tail with his free hand. He gave it a light tug as his mouth and other hand kept working her leaky nips. Even with all that going on, the tail proved surprisingly tightly locked in place.

“YEE! Tail’s sensitive… pardner!” she squeaked as her eyes went wide.

He felt her body clench around him, pulling back on the tail in the process. His fingers followed it back to her asshole with the firm plastic base stuck plugging it up. Troy smiled up at her around his mouthful of cowgirl udder and poured in some extra effort. He thrust up into her, giving her a rougher ride while his fingers pressed on her inserted tail, probing it around her plump little butt. Garla gave a shrill gasp as she arched her back, pushing her sweaty green tits into his face.

“Oh wow! Oh fuck! Ohhh tarnation~! Mooo-OOH!”

Garla’s whole body tensed and vibrated as she gushed out every fluid she could. Milk sprayed out over Troy’s face and chest as her tightening pussy gushed over his lap. Her eyes rolled back into her head, biting her lip to contain her lusty grunts as she continued to ride him by instincts alone. She only shivered a bit when he came inside her, warming her already boiling hot feeling belly.

“Well Mini was fun,” Troy noted, laying back and reaching under Garla’s wig to scritch at her hair.

“Mmmmmhm,” she moaned listlessly as she laid down on top of him to relish the afterglow.

“But you know what might be really neat…”

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It became expected at that point. The next time they had a full night to themselves, Troy met Garla in the bathroom. She was lounging in the half-filled bathtub, wearing the bottom half of a swimsuit that flowed like rainbow fish scales down her hips. She had lowered it enough to keep her slick green pussy exposed. She had dyed a couple of pink streaks down her temples for good measure.

“OMG! What brave sailor has into the undersea caves of I, the mermaid Bimbonia?!” she fawned dramatically, resting her forearm on her forehead.

“A very horny one, you little sea slut,” he chuckled as he climbed into the tub, mounting her on the spot and fucking her until her pussy splashed and squished as much as the tub water.

A few nights later, she was back on the stilts and striding into the bedroom. She had a blanket wrapped around the extended legs, a neatly combed blonde wig, and some generous handfuls of pale pink makeup rubbed over her face, arms and chest. She swayed her hips as she sauntered into the room, raising one stilt up to rest on the bed with some significant effort.

“Ello there~! I’m the proper human princess, Normelia Smithingsdaughter~! Can’t you tell by my very fancy attire and ” she preened in a haughty, vaguely English accent.

“Pumpkin time. Is that what you think we sound like?” Troy had to ask.

“Isn’t it? With the big names and the fancy clothes?” she asked, blinking innocently at him.

Troy shrugged and stood up, sweeping her off her feet and tearing off her blanket dress.

“OH MY! My fancy dignity and my strangely important undergarments!” she swooned.

Troy thought it had peaked when it came to their centaur night. Garla came in with the fake hooves back on and what appeared to be a full lower half of a horse costume was trailing after her. She wore a plaid shirt tied up beneath her breasts to show off her bust and belly.

“Yeehaw, pardner! Lookin’ for a rough ride?” she drawled out with a wink.

“Pumpkin real quick… how are you doing those hind legs?”

“I’m helping!” a muffled and slightly higher pitched voice called from behind Garla.

Troy furrowed his brow.

“Is that your sister back there?”

A green hand reached out from the middle of the equine body and waved at him.

“Hiiiii, Troy.”

“Hi, Sazz,” he called back. “You know what this is, right?”

“Yea yea. Anythin’ to help out a sis.”

“Okay. Pumpkin back in, and clop your ass over here so you can pony up.”

It was a bit of help and struggle to get them into the bed, but Sazz and Garla were clearly down for this awkward threesome. Garla stood on all “fours” in front of him where the back was cut out of the costume. Troy knelt behind them and fucked Sazz from behind. The muffled squeaks and moans coming from the middle of the outfit were nearly drowned out by Garla’s own moaning and writhing. Troy reached around to grope his wife’s breasts while he uses her sister’s pussy. He kissed along her neck as he toyed with her tits, juggling the green orbs between his hands.

“Nice of you to share with your sis,” Troy noted in her ear. “You still enjoying yourself?”

Garla gave a very convincing trill of a sigh, melting back into his arms.

“Ahh~! Don’t worry about me,” she mewled back to her man, thrusting her tits out to rub them between his fingers.

“Sazz’s got her tongue so far up me that I’m feeling everything you do to her and then some.”

Troy hesitated, then pulled on the horse costume’s tail as he slammed his dick harder into the goblin pussy mounted between the horse’s ass. The chubby green cheeks (not quite as grand and squishy as Garla’s, but nothing he couldn’t appreciate) wobbled at the sudden impact. He heard the loud moan of Sazz inside the costume a moment before Garla tensed up and shivered in his grip. It was almost like he was fucking his wife with an entire goblin for a condom.

“Now that’s good horse pussy… giddyup, girl!” Troy grunted into her ear.

He pulled on Garla’s tits, pumping his sister full and ramming her face further into Garla’s ass. The front half of their imaginary centaur’s mouth hung open, shivering as much as she could while still in his tight grip. He pulled on her hair, bending her head back and kissing her roughly. Garla’s drooling mouth opened obediently and sucked on his mouth as one hand roamed down her front, feeling around between where her crotch would be. He had to rub harder to get through the thick fabric of the costume, but it clearly got through as his violet-haired wife was reduced to a moaning ragdoll. She groaned into his mouth as her hips bucked against his hand, bouncing her butt into her sister’s face and tongue while Sazz was rocked between the lusty lovers. Troy felt her tense and squirt over his cock several times, but she was stuck in the middle of the costume to just keep taking it as Garla and Troy kept going at it. She slurped noisily inside the fake horse until with a final, heavy grunt from them both, they orgasmed together and made a mess of either end of Sazz. The centaur’s bottom half flopped down to the bed at an awkward angle that would have ruined their flimsy disguise, but they were all too drained to bother. Troy finished depositing his jizz inside Sazz’s pussy before easing himself back out of her clingy slit.

“Okay,” he panted breathlessly, stroking Garla by her hair.

“I think we’ve just about peaked there.”

“Awww, no way,” Garla sighed dreamily. “I’ve got loads more ideas. I can’t wait to try out another one… though maybe not with Sazz attached to me by the ass.”

“I’m okay,” Sazz choked out from behind her.

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“Oh my! What a brave hero to free me from this bottle! However can I repay you?!” Garla chimed.

“Well… if you’re SURE about this, I’d be happy to take my reward…” Troy said, emphasizing the caution in his voice.

He picked up Garla with one hand. She had picked up a shrinking potion from a friend who dabbled in alchemy, and the four-inch tall goblin wore nothing but a bright pink pair of panties and some big, flowery butterfly wings strapped to her back. Drake lifted her over his cock and pulled her down, finding his cockhead far too big to fit inside her. The shrunken goblin let out a guttural grunt as his cock simply felt like it had punched her in the groin.

“Nope. I’m out. Gimme antidote and let’s go back to cuddling,” she gagged.