Reward Art: Netty the Gobotaur

Half goblin! Half minotaur! All goblin cowgirl. 

Some fast and great art by https://twitter.com/Loggus_doggus. Special note on the first sketch where they briefly misunderstood centaur and minotaur and felt like sending me both. I like the design, it's just not what she is. The pic's such a good mix of the perfect levels dirty, chubby and could probably knock your ass out. Likely to come back to this artist for more later.

As a  whole, researchers had basically labeled interbreeding between the  monster species as a crapshoot. It was entirely possible and would  generally produce healthy offspring in most pairings, but their physical  traits would wildly vary and the rate of getting pregnant was much  lower than within their own species. Still, persistence tended to pay  off, and there was a slow trickle of hybrids starting to appear around  the world.

Netiz was  such a case. When a traveling carnival’s goblin acrobat and minotaur  rodeo clown entered a long-term relationship, it was just a matter of  time before “Netty” was the end result. 

As a  half-goblin, half-minotaur (or just a “”moblin” or “gobotaur” to anyone  who asked), she was still squat and green all over. Some of her  extremities had bovine features; a short tail, horns that poked out an  inch past her stringy, long cow-like ears, dark brown hair, and matching  fur that only coated her lower legs from the knee down before turning  into small hooves. For a goblin, she was huge at 4’9” and built wide and  solid. She had slightly pudgy features, but her broad shoulders and  wide hips and chest made her look much more brawny than she was fat. Of  course, between both of her races, the short woman had tits like a pair  of loaded potato sacks hanging off her shoulders. They were even wider  than the rest of her, visible even when looking from behind her.

Netty was  well beyond caring much about her appearance. Her dark hair was long and  stringy like a mass of thin, burnt pasta. The bovine ears coming from  the side of her head had three mismatched earrings each, another ring  pierced in one nostril and out the other. They made wild accessories to  her huge and baggy tank top and hip-hugging jean shorts hanging  low-enough for the tail in her lower back to stick over her pants. She  had plenty of cleavage and sideboob hanging out, which was speckled with  blotches of much darker green on her paler flesh. While she was missing  most of her minotaur mother’s fur, the cow-like patterns had translated  over to her skin.

She was  born into the traveling carnival and truly loved it. They went from town  to town in trailers, lugging around rides and attractions with a  self-taught, technically licensed mage to throw up some fair weather so  they could set up just about anywhere all year round. Netty’s parents  weren’t officially married but they adored her and the mobile community  of carnies, contortionists, barkers and all-purpose crew were her family  and friends. She had even spent time with the clowns and acrobats and  picked up a strange little fashion trick of painting her face, sporting a  blue star painted around one of her purple lime green (and the back of  her eyelid) and a pink diamond on the opposite cheek.

“C’mon  there, folks. Try an’ squirt in my mouth for a bucks,” the busty goblin  cowgirl droned out to the passing customers. She sat in her booth, her  wide behind resting on the wooden plank between the customer and the  gaping mouths of plastic, cartoony gorgon heads. She knew how to do all  sorts of things at the carnival after spending over twenty years working  and living there, and running the games was pretty middle of the road.  Easier than fixing the tilt-a-whirl or cleaning the gryphon rides, but  tougher than running the popcorn booth. At least her goblin cow tits did  half the job by getting everyone to stare.