Patron Reward: Goblin Bayou

A patron reward in the spirit of my old Goblin Swamp story. Where the goblin hillbillies abduct a human? That one. Not the same cast but similar in spirit. Bumped up the weird looks of the goblins a little from usual while keeping their weird stupid charms. Just… don’t mind if some male/male stuff pops up if that’s not your thing.

Ian had felt due for a vacation. He spent the night at a bed and breakfast where he had his own modest room to blast the air conditioning all he wanted. The husky and hairy guy wasn’t built for the southern US, but he enjoyed the quiet countryside and rustic scenery of Louisiana as a cheap getaway.

One day he went for a drive. It was just something so he could have a look around without having to march through all that heat. That was when he saw the sign: “Goblin By You. 1 myle. Humans welcum!” It was low to the ground but written in big, hasty letters.

It sounded like a tourist trap (and technically it was), but he didn’t have anything better to do today. He followed the small signs which counted down in the wrong direction. He was starting to think they were left out by kids as a prank before he found the last one. It pointed down a dirt road with “Goblin BiYu” written out. It had several more numbers written on it for the distance, but they were all scribbled out and replaced with “This Weigh!” What looked like a big lipstick mark was stamped onto the corner.

He drove out to a small dirt lot. A few tire tracks gave Ian the idea that it was a parking lot of sorts, with a path of wooden planks leading further into the wooded swamp. It must have been a park or maybe a walking tour set up by the local kids. He shut off the car and walked onto the boards, finding them sturdy on top of the thick mud of the bog. There was the flatulent sound of muck shifting as he walked through, swatting away the occasional mosquito. The swamp was alive with all sorts of croaking, buzzing and splashing that he figured was best not to worry about. The locals said they would feed gators right out of their yard, so however psychotic that sounded to him, they didn’t sound too prone to attack.

“Hey!” somebody whispered in a quick little voice. Ian stopped and looked over, just to see a straw hat floating in the water. He must have heard the reeds shifting or the branches rubbing just the right way.

“‘Ey, big boy!”

Ian looked again and saw the straw hat had lifted from the ground by the head hiding beneath it. A pair of large, mostly yellow eyes looked out from under it. Some muddy black hair floated around her green face as she flashed him a grin of gap-toothed fangs. She winked at him before a second, filmy eyelid did the same right after the first.

“Um… hi?” Ian tried as he tried to size up the peeking creature. She pointed at him, or more accurately, behind him.

“Might wanna hold yer breath there, pink belly.”

Ian took a breath to reply but something hit him from behind. It didn’t hurt but it had a lot of momentum, enough to take him off his feet. He fell into the muddy water with a loud splat as he tried to rise to his feet, only to stumble as he realized a weighted net had been thrown over him. The goblin popped up to her full height (which was barely above the water anyway), grinning madly as she grabbed the net.

“Got a big one, Skoot!” she shouted as she started to drag him along. Ian flailed and sputtered on murky water, getting flashes of his captors as they moved to join the one in the straw hat.

Murky green goblins were hurrying around him, barely dressed in grimey clothes. The outfits were either skimpy to begin with or torn down to be, their stumpy bodies a mix of lanky limbs and thick curves. Their slick green skin shed the swamp slime quickly as it clung to their hair and clothes. Thick and jagged fangs poked out from their mouths and their oily hair came in bizarre colors while clinging to their faces.

“He’s a squirmer,” a particularly short and chubby one noted. She seemingly had to bounce off the ground beneath the water with every step, hopping along to keep up and breathing with the others.

“I’’ get ‘em,” warned one with a low, gruff voice and tangled mess of dull blonde hair around her eyes. She grabbed a hefty tree branch and gave it a gauging toss in her hand. 

“Yessiree. Got a good bonker right ‘ere.”

“No, wait!” Ian managed to sputter before he saw her swing it at his head.

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When Ian woke up again, he was back on dry land. It seemed to be his only saving grace as he was still covered in the pungent muck of the swamp. He was somewhere surrounded by trees and bog water, not to mention the five goblins watching him with beady, greedy eyes. They all had monstrous features to them, but also thick curves to most of their figures. The goblin girl in the straw hat knuckle-walked closer to him, stooping low with some crooked posture to match her crooked teeth. A few crappy huts of logs and mud were set up around him, all of them too small to even fit his entire body in there.

“He’s up, y’all! That’ll make this a ways easier,” she declared to the others. They hooted and cheered as they climbed down on their perches on logs or tree branches to swarm towards him.

“What are you doing?” Ian asked. His head was spinning, and it wasn't until one of their strong but slimy hands grabbed his leg that he realized he’d been stripped nude and bound at his wrists and ankles.

“What’s it look like we’re doing, pink boy?” the short and pudgy one asked happily. “We’re havin’ us an ol’ fashion baby bangin’!”

“Dibs on first to ride the good bits!” the shaggy-haired one declared as she grabbed hold of Ian’s cock with little care for his comfort. It was still enough to get his hard as her slick hand squeezed him greedily.

“Koley, you squattin’ swamp rat! I was gonna dib on that!” the straw hat goblin protested.

“Then you should stop bein’ a turtle brain and call it sooner!” 

The long-haired goblin threw away a ridiculously faded t-shirt. She had a rather skinny body, making it strange for Ian to see both the outline of her ribs and boney legs while she still had boobs nearly as big as her head. She licked her lips with a long, drooling tongue as she jumped onto Ian’s lap, mounting up and planting her hands on his belly as she started humping like a rabbit in heat.

“I told y’all them signs would work. These dang ol’ thumbers is so dumb!” A more muscular goblin with a small chest boasted proudly as she itched her untamed orange hair. She wore a flannel shirt and a pair of daisy dukes that hugged a big and pillowy green behind.

“Only cuz I done did the lipstick,” argued another with stringy black hair and rather large lips for her curvy little body. She blew Ian a kiss, flashing a set of large, dull teeth with a few chips and cracks in them. Ian swallowed at the strangely distracting sight, especially considering he already had a goblin riding his cock

“Thatta boy, biggum. Keep that humie dick lumpin’ for me ‘til you gimme that good ol’ cream leavin’s,” Koley urged.

“Wait, come on,” Ian urged desperately. It was certainly turning him on, or at least keeping his dick hard, but being tied up and forced into it was having him feeling conflicted at best. “You can untie me. I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“See?” the bottom-heavy buff goblin scoffed. “Humies is so meat brained they don’t even know how ya make goblits.”

“We get it, Foog. You’re smarter than a pinker,” the straw hat goblin sighed, rolling her big red eyes. “Now you gonna get him all humie horny or you gonna let Koley have all the fun?”

“I gotcha,” piped up the fifth one. She was naked beyond a pair of overalls, her body thick enough that her tits were overflowing in her top. She was completely bald with an upturned, pig-like nose that contrasted her big and beautiful blue eyes and seductive smile. She shrugged off her filthy overalls as she crawled over to the caveralls, he found out, as the murky smell and sweaty flesh invaded his nose and mouth.ptured man and plopped her huge, freckled tits into his face. They were no cleaner than the o

“Ain’t nobody can resist these big ol’ Gomper charms,” Gomper giggled, shaking her slimy jugs into his face. Ian curled his face in disgust at the smell but she was leaving him with no other face to breathe. He opened his mouth to cough for air as one of her rough, fat nipples stuffed into his mouth. The taste of sour goblin sweat and muddy water hit his tongue as she grinned over at her kin.

“‘Ey, Foog! Y’all remember when you’d be suckin’ on ‘em just like this?” Gomper snorted with a nasally laugh. The more muscular goblin frowned at her as she joined the goblin pile starting to bury Ian in slimy green flesh.

“Ooh! I think that’s workin’!” Koley shouted as her boney hips pumped into their hostage’s dick. She braced her hands on Ian’s belly as the overwhelming grinding and rubbing proved too much for the human’s body to resist. He pumped his hips upward and grunted into Gomper’s breasts as he shot his load into Koley’s pussy.

“Yeaaaa he’s a good’n,” the skinny, shaggy goblin purred. “I feel that pretty pink humie gunk heatin’ up ma oven already.” She patted her belly proudly as Skoot shoved her off aggressively. Ian winced as his tender and softening dick popped out of the tight-fitting Koley.

“Well quit hoggin’ it, stringbean! Gimme that womb sticker! I wanna dang baby!”

The short and pudgy goblin pulled dropped her torn-up jeans in a flash and jumped onto his dick. Ian grunted from her rough landing as she squirmed around, stepping on his legs and balls until she got herself into position riding him in a reverse cowgirl, bouncing her fat green ass on his lap.

“Hey, when’s it my turn?” Gomper ordered. The bald goblin shook her fist at her mounted sister (or whatever their relationship was).

“When I’m done, dangit!” Skoot barked at her.

“And me!” Doozy added, tipping her straw hat proudly.

“Heck no! The pinker wouldn’t be shootin’ this hard without my gumballs in his mug! I’m next! Ain’t that right, sugardick?”

The pig-nosed goblin pulled Ian’s face from her tits and kissed him in what she might have thought was charming. Her bitter-tasting tongue shoved itself into his mouth as Ian moaned deeply, trying not to gag on the lumpy and fat appendage. The bumpy surface really was enticing in its own alien way, and he nutted again quickly in the shorter goblin’s snatch.

“Yessir! I love the way that humie goopie tingles!” Skoot cheered happily. She bounced off him with a proud grin on her face as she turned to Ian. Her fingers parted her pussy to show his thick cream dripping from her little green twat.

“I’ll name it after ya if it’s a purdy one,” Skoot purred while Gomper finally broke her kiss. She raced down his chest to get to his cock, elbowing Doozy out of the way. She grabbed his slick dick, still slimy with his leftover cum and the other goblins’ juices. With his second rapid-fire orgasm and the strong smell of swamp and goblin sex, Ian was breathing heavily and having a hard time keeping it up.

“Hey, where’s that biggun you had a second ago?” Gomper demanded. She flicked and poked at his softening dick before glaring up at him.

“You got them big ol’ seeders, don’t ya? You ain’t gonna hold out on me, you baby-boomin’ pasty.”

Ian gave a sharp grunt as Gomper squeezed his balls roughly in one hand. She climbed on top of his suddenly perked up dick as she kept squeezing them.

“I’ll get that baby outta ya if I gotta milk it out by hand,” she threatened as she started to pump her hips rapidly, sending her big green jugs bouncing and slapping against her belly. A fang bit into Gomper’s lip as she steered him around inside her, leaning back until he could see his cock bulging at the short creature’s belly. Even with his irregular erection and the pain in his sack, the bald goblin squealed with shrill, cracking delight as he came inside her next.

With most of the goblins giggling and chattering amongst themselves about what to name their spawn and how many they would have, they did seem to be losing interest in him. Ian held out some hope as he thought they may need nothing more than an orgasm each before they’d let him go. Whether they wanted to breed him once or get a few generations out of him was still unclear.

“Gosh, I forgot how flimsy you humies can be,” Doozy noted. She already had her face pressed in close, studying his dick curiously as she poked at the drooping tip.

“We don’t…” Ian stopped to pant for air and wince from the pain in his impatiently abused balls. “We don’t usually go three times in a row. Not this fast.”

“Don’t fret none, mon ami!” Doozy set her straw hat aside and gave him a jagged-toothed smile. “We’ll get your gooper goin’ in no time. Gimme a hand, Foog.”

The bottom-heavy goblin strolled over and tugged down his jean shorts, exposing her plump green ass. Ian was laid back in exhaustion with his hands tied so he couldn’t stop her when she sat down on his face, grinding her booty over his face and beard. She gyrated to rub her ass over his face, and after a moment Ian also felt the presence of his smooth green balls brushing over his face.

Ian gave a confused noise as the goblin femboy looked over his shoulder and shrugged, seeming to recognize his befuddlement. He realized that with their strange features, it was pretty hard to tell the creepy, curvy goblins’ genders until it was too late to matter.

“Look at it this way. That’s one less you gotta knock up, right fella?”

Ian could barely see past the goblin boy’s booty to see the theme of arousing but troubling continued. Doozy was licking and sucking on his cock, and her tongue slid it around her mouth to rub between her gapped and crooked teeth. It certainly felt good but the look and logic behind it left him a little troubled.

“Don’t mind me, y’all. I’m just gonna pop on in while I’m up here…”

Foog slipped out of his shorts entirely, letting his small but rock-hard cock pop out into view. Ian had thought the sweaty, dirty tits on Gomper had tasted bad, but the androgynous goblin boy stuffing his cock and balls into his mouth in one thrust was even more bitter. Ian’s groans and protests were buried by the pumping dick, forcing him to suck on it as Foog jackhammered down into his mouth. He was just grateful that the less than hung goblin didn’t reach his throat as his big booty bounced against his nose and face.

All the while, Doozy was sucking noisily and messily as she drooled Ian’s precum over his thighs and stomach. He was finally starting to harden up again after all their southern comfort, his twitching dick pulsing against her crooked teeth. As his cockhead bobbed on her tongue (and Foog seemed to be doing the same to Ian), Doozy broke into her lopsided grin and hurried up to mount him.

“Heck yea! Lemme ride that spawn shooter, pink boy! Mama needs a new family!”

Doozy hurried to slap her straw hat back on as Foog shoved his hips one last time into Ian’s mouth. A sour and runny orgasm shot into Ian’s mouth as the rubbery dick and balls twitched. His choking reaction interfered with his orgasm, forcing him to huff the goblin’s booty as he came inside Doozy. She squealed happily and sprang to her feet as she turned around to her siblings.

“We did it! Record time on this one too! I see what y’all mean by really feelin’ that pinker baby potion work.” She slapped her little belly proudly, which did seem a little bigger already. Foog finally climbed off Ian’s face to stand over him and shrug at his sisters, letting the human swallow down the slick cum so he could keep breathing their tainted air.

“So you done with ‘em? You sure?” Foog asked. When the girls nodded, Ian didn’t even have a chance to plead his case. Ian suddenly sat back down, his big green booty flying down at Ian’s face before he blacked out to a meaty smacking noise.

When he woke back up, he was naked and back in the parking lot where he’d left his car. He was flat on his back with small plank of driftwood resting on his chest. He felt himself over, making sure everything was still attached (if also messy and sore) before he checked the piece of wood. “Dady” was carved deeply into the front next to a little heart. Ian hesitated before putting his strangest souvenir back in the car and driving off before he could get knocked out and violated again.