Goblin Swamp 2: City Folk

 Not a lot to say on this one. Came out cute. More goblin hick stereotypes that even make fellow hicks shake their heads at them. Also exploring a character I'd thought forgotten from the first story... 

"Golly! Lookit all them neat human inventions! What's that one do, daddy?" Joody asked as she walked around my small house.

"That's a bathtub," I replied dryly.

"Dang, that's fancy! What's it for?"

I'd swear if we had spent more time down south my family would have just started getting insulted by my new guests. The redneck goblins had at least wiped their feet before going into my house. Her and her sister Gobby Mae were wandering around and poking at everything they hadn't seen, which was frankly most of the place. "You wash in it. Which I think we'll have to do really soon."

"Wow! Washin'! We're like city folk now, Joody!" Gobby said proudly.

"Southern people wash too," I reminded them. "Technically you're like human folk."

"Well ain't that even fancier!?" Joody blurted. The sisters were still in their old beat up swamp clothes, apparently salvage from their runs robbing humans. Their ambiguously big and ugly "Ma" dropped off loot with them, and had apparently scared them off of human land so much that they hadn't set eyes on one that wasn't kidnapped while walking in their swamp (i.e. me). Mae's uncombed red hair was still all over the place, wearing nothing but her overalls and a straw hat. She came back out of the kitchen chewing on a piece of plastic.

"Joody," she said wetly around it. "You should check in the kitchen. There's this big ol' bucket that's fulla human food! It don't taste like much, but it's chewy."

"That's the trash can!" I blurted.

"Aw don't be a trash hog, Gobby!" Joody objected. The blonde ran past her sister, pigtails bouncing just above her round bottom. It's odd seeing her run since every step looks like it's going to launch an ass cheek out of her jean shorts or a freckled green breast out of her little flannel shirt.

"No! Come on," I groaned, plucking the remaining plastic wrap out of Gobby Mae's hand and take Joody by palming her trucker cap and turning her around. "Look, remember my one rule for staying here?"

It took her a minute to remember. "We gotta ask before we start doin' the mama-daddy?"

"Right," I sighed. "How about we make that a rule for everything for right now? If you want something, I'll get it for you."

Joody's eyes just lit up rather than getting frustrated. "You hear that, Gobby Mae? Daddy's like some kinda butler fer us!"

"Like that, yea," I conceded. "There's just a lot going on out here and I want to make sure you get it right. I think we can have a lot of fun out here in human country. So... were you girls hungry?"

They were, of course, and I tossed together about as quick but appetizing a meal as I could. They tear through some peanut butter crackers (which they say tastes kind of like gator guts) and they go nuts for some BLTs. I gave them some water to wash it down but Joody looked at her glass with concern. "Daddy, what's this?"

"That..." I said warily. "Is water. Like you drink."

"What's wrong with it?" Gobby Mae asked, even as she picked it up.

"What do you mean?"

"I can see through it. Where's all the mud and swamp grass that gives you your vitamins?"

"First of all, I'm shocked you even know that word," I admitted. "Second, because it's clean. We keep that stuff out so you're healthier and it tastes better." Joody's face soured suspiciously, but she quickly changed her mind. I had never seen anyone flip out so much over a glass of water as Gobby Mae's first taste of filtered water.

"This would make for the best moonshine! We'd just need a coupla mushrooms and some stinkroot!" Joody proclaimed as I poured her some more.

"I think we've had enough moonshine for now," I warned them. "There's lots of human drinks to have besides water and moonshine."

"Ha!" Joody laughed loudly. "Name one."

"Orange juice."

"Why's it orange?"

I just snickered and shook my head. It was going to be a lot of work handling these two, but at least they were going to be funny about it. I'd considered ditching them once we were away from the swamp, but that seemed way too cruel for my dimwitted kidnappers. They must have had a weird upbringing, and they didn't know how people worked. They might have even thought I'd liked it there. While they're hyper and excited to see everything, they at least respect my hospitality.

By the third time I step into some dirty spots, I was sure it was bath time. They get the idea that it's basically swimming, except that I periodically grab them to scrub off some mud and leaves. They're still that muddy green color when I'm done, but at least there's not clumps of things on them anymore. With both of their wet hair down, they have huge, hanging messes of hair that hangs around their shoulders.

I had some old clothes I can give them until we buy them some new ones (and burn the old ones), which they're fortunately pretty chill with. Of course, so long as they were naked, my little fuck goblins expected me to make good on my promise. They hopped on the bed and bent over with their asses in the air, posing like a couple of cats in heat. 

It was too much to pass up on as I squeezed both of their asses, rubbing and fingering them until the squirming and cooing green girls were dried off everywhere but their pussies. They giggled and squealed with excitement when they could hear me undressing, picking the first big green set of hips I could see and pushing inside her slit. It was a lot more enjoyable now that I wasn't tied up and malnourished; I had enough feeling in my legs to pick up on the subtleties of fucking a swamp goblin. How Joody's hole starts out tight and slowly eases open, stretching wider and deeper to take in the rest of me as I start to thrust. Maybe it's the extra comfort and romance but Joody is even noisier than before. She just shivers and mewls the whole time I'm in her, as if handling my cock takes all of her brain power. I keep rubbing and teasing Gobby Mae's body while I fuck her sister, spanking her ass or rubbing her pussy when I'm not pulling on her nipples like a chubby green cow. Her distracted sighs and grunts mix with the sound of the blonde's moans and squishing pussy, and it all mixes so well that as hard as it gets me, Joody can't hold out for long. She started to pant, making these almost yipping noises as she kept taking in these sharp breaths.

"Fuck me good, pa!" Joody pleaded as her hips finally start to get into it, grinding and rolling against my lap. "Gimme that daddy good stuff!" As weird a request as it was, I decided to give her a little something to help celebrate her new home. I reached around and grabbed her tits, lifting her up by them as I leaned back. She gave a startled yelp as she flailed her arms around, but her legs stuck straight out as I settled her back on my dick. She laid her head back against my shoulder and babbled as she drooled shamelessly all over herself, letting her body sink naturally onto my cock. I was pushed in balls deep when her snatch clenched around me, somehow finding the space to squirt her cum out past my shaft like a faucet with a thumb against it.

"Hooooey!" Joody hooted loudly as she crumbled back against me. Her body went limp apart from her hips, which kept bouncing and bumping against me on their own. "I ain't think I ever done sludged like that before, daddy," she cooed. I hadn't even pulled her off when I looked past and noticed Gobby had crawled around to get beneath her sister. She was looking up at me from beneath her thighs, sucking on my balls and batting her eyelashes as her Joody's cum dribbled over her face.

"I'm gonna have to clean you two up again in no time," I threatened as I hefted Joody off. I set her on one of the pillows, angling her so she could watch as I lifted up Gobby Mae by her armpits. Her chest and lips pushed into mine, kissing me hungrily while her slick boobs rubbed against me. I kissed and sucked on her nosy little tongue, letting her keep facing me as I pulled on her thick ass to skewer her snatch. I actually slid right in on Gobby, though she didn't go quite as deep as her sister in one go. Her looser hole took more time to grow deep and wide enough to hold me, but she didn't seem to be in any real hurry. She moaned and collapsed against me, overwhelmed like Joody as if she didn't know what to do with a man who wasn't tied up. All she managed to do was break the kiss long enough to start licking my face, her slimey streaks of spit lingering on my cheeks until I next took a shower. I playfully licked her back, tasting the flecks of her sister's cum on her face (tastes kind of like cucumbers, really). I could tell she was close when Gobby Mae's foot started twitching while I was pounding her clit, just like when you scratched the sweet spot on a pet.

"Y'all got it!" Gobby gasped, looping her loping arms over my neck. "Y'all got it! Gimme that, daddy! Make a dang good mama out of me!"

"Anything you say, mama," I grunted as I let loose. I pushed in deep enough to spray my cum inside her, Gobby going limp as she mirrored Joody's orgasm exactly. Loose arms, wide eyes and hips pumping like a piston. A sloppy mess of both our cum went spattering down her thighs, but she still had enough as she slumped against me.

"That was a right purdy one, daddy," Gobby sighed as I eased her back off.

"Aw no fair!" Joody objected from her resting spot on the pillow. "You got the daddy juice? Why don't I get some o' that!?"

"You will," I assured her as I put Gobby Mae on the other pillow. They were able to cuddle up to them like a full body pillow at their size. "I just need a few minutes. And maybe one of those showers."

Joody pouted with her already pouty lips, but she nodded. "Aright, daddy. I can wait."

"Good girl. I'll be back," I assured her, patting her on the head. I went and washed up, but when I got back they were both sleeping naked and splayed out on the bed. Maybe consensual sex was a bit too much for them. I thought I should be so lucky as I threw a blanket over them and snuggled in next to my newest house guests.

Things tended to go a lot like that for a while. Plowing the goblin sisters a few times a day, feeding them, teaching them how to use basic appliances... all while keeping up my job. I made a living as the lead translator for this company that makes comics in both French and English, so I can handle a lot of my stuff from home and dip into the office about once a week. It was a few weeks of that by the time the girls were able to use the microwave, work the tv, and knew to shut the door on the fridge, but they were really catching onto things in the modern world. It was about a week further when Joody started showing; she was behaving the same, but eating more as she started growing a round baby belly over a few days. When goblins got knocked up, they don't fuck around. I was lucky enough to have been saving up for a bigger house, so staying in my apartment lifestyle keeps them all fed and clothed.

It was a day off when the girls were sitting in front of the tv. I had just finished up with Gobby Mae a few minutes before, jealous of her sister until her belly started looking a little rounder this morning. She wanted another dose of cum just in case the first batch didn't stick in right, but we'd certainly done it enough that it would make sense. She sat back with Joody, her younger sister snacking on her bucket of cheese balls with chocolate sauce (it wasn't a pregnancy thing; she just likes it). "I hope it's a li'l green baby boy," Joody said randomly. "Or maybe he'd be a pink'un. How do gobby-human babies work, daddy?"

"I have no idea," I admitted. "I didn't even know goblins existed a month ago." Despite all that, people seemed to have taken a liking to them. The odd little hick monsters had gone with me to pick out clothes and food before, and they got odd looks or made people laugh, but nobody really responded worse than that.

There was a knock at the door. I double-checked my pants button before I went to check the peephole. There was nobody there. "Wrong door?" I muttered to myself as I started to turn back, but the knocking came back harder.

"JOODY! GOBBY MAE! Y'all in there!?" I froze as I had some terrible flashback. The same piercing voice that came across the swamp as the girls started to set me free. Ma Goblin was here. Somehow she'd tracked us down from the bog in Florida.

I didn't move but I looked up at the girls. They stared back at me before sheepishly sliding back onto the couch. They weren't going to deal with this. They wouldn't dare stand up to their mama goblin. I considered hiding or running, or going to get a mop or something to fend her off with. The girls were still surprisingly strong, and when I'd met them...

There was an echoing BOOM of a shotgun being fired outside, blasting a grapefruit-sized hole in my door. I was a few feet over from starting to walk away, sparing my legs from any real damage. "I know they're in there, ya gob-nappin' city boy! You best let 'em go free or gob help me, I'ma blast ya up so good there won't be 'nuff to make a stew outta ya!"

"Alright!" I blurted. "They're fine! The girls are fine! I'll open up!" I reached over and pushed the door open, still trying to stay out of the way. There were some heavy footsteps as in stepped... a ridiculously hot goblin.

while the girls were squat and curvy, Ma was about 5 feet tall and fairly well proportioned. She almost passed for a human if not for the minty green skin and long, pointed ears. Silky white hair hung out from under an old brown cowboy hat, and she wore a beat up old red dress that hovered just above her thick cowboy boots, permanently stained with dry mud. For some reason the dress was open in the middle, cut in half into a two-piece while exposing a rather slim belly and the top half low enough for a pair of water melon sized tits. At least they looked a bit more fitting on someone of her height rather than her children. In one arm she cradled a still-smoking shotgun that looked cobbled together from old wood and rusty old pipes. Her hips swayed along with her surprisingly long legs as she strode inside, looking around before setting her soft gray eyes on me. They were behind a small pair of frameless glasses perched on her short but very pointed nose.

"Y'all're the skinny feller that done kidnapped mah girls?" she asked, her voice suddenly much lower and smokey-sounding as she sized me up.

"No! I mean... no, but they are with me. Gobby! Joody! Show your mom you're okay!" I called up and the girls peeked over the couch, waving meekly to their mother. "I didn't kidnap them. They ran away with me after they caught me walking in their swamp. I was-"

"What a load of pig piss," Ma huffed. "I raised you girls good in that swamp! Why would they go runnin' around here with the humans and all them dinosaurs?"

"We... don't have dinosaurs anymore," I said carefully.

"Well what'd you do with em all?!" Ma demanded, resting a fist on her hip while she waved her gun around. "Girls, you ready to get back home?"

"We are home, ma!" Joody said brightly. "We done live with daddy now!"

Ma squinted at her over her glasses. "Daddy, y'say?" she said before glaring at me.

"It's... a long story. Can I just have a second?" Ma grunted and let me go. She reached into her cleavage while she waited inside the doorway, pulling out a crudely wrapped and tiny cigar and lighter before firing it up. I went up to the girls and spoke in a hushed whisper.

"What is wrong with you two!?"

"What?" Gobby asked casually, taking some of her sister's snacks and munching on it.

"You said she was really old and fat!"

"She is!" Joody insisted. "She's way older than us! I don't even remember her bein' born!" I frowned at her logic. "And she's real fat! Lookit them juggers on her! And she had this belly on her when she had me! Gobby Mae said so!"

"She's not blind either, is she?" I asked moodily.

"She wears them looker-glass!" Gobby added, pointing at her face. "Why else would she need em?"

"And the voice? That's just when she's screaming?"

"Well how else you gonna get heard all the way across the swamp?" Joody asked with an innocent shrug. "Y'all gotta be good at hollerin'."

I rubbed the bridge of my nose. I turned around to see that Ma had let herself in, looking around the room skeptically as she puffed on her cigar stub. She looked us over before looking down at Joody's belly. "Boy, you better get to explainin' before I get to shootin'," she purred in an almost seductively low tone.

I led off Ma into the kitchen and we sat at the table. She didn’t need the booster books like the other girls did, actually coming up to my chest when she was standing tall. "So... what were you thinkin' when you stole mah only two daughters away from me?"

"It, uh... was really their idea."

"Mmmmhmm?" Ma didn't look like she was buying it.

"I couldn't get away without them going with me! I had to get out of there. I was going to die of exhaustion if food poisoning didn't get me first! Plus they DID kidnap me, so this is all pretty hospitable of me."

Ma kept shrewdly eying me up. "So you didn't leave so much as a note about where my Gobigail and Joodgobby went to and left me to fend for myself while thinkin' my girls was dead 'er kidnapped?"

I took a deep breath to try to let things settle. "To be fair... they didn’t mention you would be even half as hot... er, purdy as you are."

Her expression immediately lightened up. “Oh didn’t they?! Oh them girls! They’ll do just about anythin’ to get them a new daddy!” Ma laughed. 

She smiled and actually leaned in to nudge me in the ribs. "An' don't think I dun't notice you went and knocked up my li'l Joody. You're gonna make a granma outta ol' Muddy Ma Goblin in no time."

"Right," I laughed awkwardly. At least she seemed to be calming down. "I mean, we started out a little odd, with them knocking me out and tying me up..."

"I don't see what's so odd about that," Ma replied curtly.

"But I do care about them. They're sweet things, they just didn't really have any respect for me until we came here. You raised some wonderful goblin girls, but they like it out here. They have a real bed and food that wasn't crawling around 5 minutes before they ate it. I can't go back to that swamp, and I don't think the girls want to either. And they're grown girls (I think) so you should respect that, Ma."

Ma adjusted took off her cowboy hat as she looked around thoughtfully. "Y'know..." she mused. "I hadn't seen one gator since I got outta that swamp..." I smiled hopefully. "So what'n the hell are you feedin' em?"

"Uh... chicken, mostly. Some carrots, peanut butter, beef..."

"Wuzzat last one?" Ma asked, leaning on the table and looking at me curiously.

"Beef? It's cow. Cow meat."

"Y'all city boys get cow meat?" she said, raising an eyebrow slowly. I frowned and went to the fridge, removing and showing her a package of hamburger meat. "I'll be hornswoggled," she mused, strange to come out of that smooth voice of hers. "I ain't eaten a cow in over twenty years. If anythin',  you just get hogs wanderin' out into the muck long enough to steal 'em."

"Well, city boys have people do that for us. It's econ... look, long story short we have whatever we want out here. I can take care of the girls, so you don't need to worry about them."

Ma studied me again before her hand rested on the butt of her gun. "So y'all are meanin' to marry my daughters?"

I weighed the threat of Ma with her gun, but honestly... it wasn't like I had much luck with human women lately. Even if she weren't there blowing holes in my door, I think I'd have said the same thing. "I'd love to," I answered genuinely. "They're some of the purdiest and cutest girls I've ever met."

Ma brushed some of her snow-white hair back over her shoulders, but she let go of the gun. "Well you seem like a decent sorta city slicker. I can leavin' my girls with ya on two conditions." She threw up two fingers and when I didn't object, she went on. "One, you gotta take a proper dowry for 'em. Just so I knows yer takin' good care of 'em." Ma reached down her cleavage, fishing around for a concerning amount of time. She finally slapped down a sweaty, dirty leather pouch. I gingerly opened it, just to find it surprisingly heavy. Inside were a number of large gold coins that had to be worth a small fortune.

"Uh... I accept," I said, sealing the bag up as if I might try to grab it and run if I kept looking.

"And number two, you gotta let their kinfolk stay with their husband. That kin bein' me."

"I mean... if you promise not to shoot up my house any and listen to my rules... sure. I'll marry your daughters and let you live here too."

"Outstandin'!" she said, slapping her knee as she stood back up. She straddled my lap and threw her arms around my neck, pushing her pointed nose against mine as she grinned. "I can't wait to see what got my girls so riled up they felt like they needed to leave the swamp over it."

"Uh... yea. They mentioned you might..." I muttered. I had been waiting for that boot to drop. Not that she wasn't hot as hell...

"Don't you worry now," she said, her long fingers slowly undoing my fly. "Them girls had a humie daddy of their own. I know what you tall fellers like."

"Oh... well, good... Ma," I muttered.

"Call me Muddy," she purred before she kissed me, setting her cowboy hat on my head while we were locked together. We made out on the kitchen table for a few seconds before she tilted her head back. "GOBIGAIL MAE!" she barked in that shrill and piercing voice. "JOODGOBBY! Me'n yer pa are gonna make us some lovin', so keep your peepin' outta the bedroom!"

"Yes, ma!" the girls caled back obediently, but I could hear them start giggling and chattering as they realized that meant they could stay.

Muddy stood up and pulled me to my feet with surprising strength, smacking me on the ass for good measure. "You heard 'em. Git along, stretch."

"Muddy" Ma Goblin was right... she knew exactly what she was doing. I've been with some girls before (some who weren't even goblins), but this woman had mastered the use of her hips. She was even hotter in the nude, her tits hefty and perky and her thighs thick and strong in this constant state of tension like they were made of steel. I'd seen pictures of lady bodybuilders online that didn't have thighs like that. Like her daughters, she wasn't much for foreplay. She stripped us both down, had a quick taste and a sniff of my package before climbing aboard. I really couldn't explain how it felt exactly; the woman had a similarly soft but tight pussy like her girls, warm and wet until its seemingly bottomless depths. I can't properly comprehend what she even did to me... but it was amazing.

There was no single roll of her hips; the goblin matron moved as if every hump had a thousand little gestures and turns, like a fucked up signature. It wasn't slow, but there was a bizarre amount of detail involved. Even the inside of her snatch moved with strength and care. Her vaginal walls clenched methodically, putting pressure on specific spots I didn't even know were important. I was hardly moving but she still moved in such a way that my cock was always twisting through her, rubbing inside her differently each time I plunged in.

"Come on now, city boy," she purred in her low and smokey voice. She leaned in closer, burying my face in her tits as she kept riding me like an expert. Trickles of warm milk ran down my cheeks and lips as they rubbed against me. Her pussy clenched around my shaft and pumped once, rubbing it completely from top to bottom. "Give Mama some o' that humie good stuff."

I shuddered as I came inside her, just to jolt again when I felt her clench again. Rather than the last one where she tensed all around me, she somehow controlled every last inch of muscle inside her vagina. Her outer lips stroked against the base of my cock before it clenched slightly further back, rolling all the way back. I felt my cum pumping out steadily as long as she kept repeating the motion, and I realized she was effectively milking me empty like my cock was a roll of toothpaste. Muddy knew exactly what she was doing, possibly more than any woman I'd ever heard of.

"Ain't bad, stretch," Muddy Ma praised as she slowly relaxed her hips for this warm, glorious sense of relief that flowed through my crotch. She took the cowboy hat off my head and put it back on herself, something I had completely forgot was there to begin with once she started working her magic.

"Holy shit," I groaned. "You are ridiculously good at this."

Ma smirked as she finally slid off my lap, leaning in the bed beside me. She paused to poke at the pillows, and I realize it was probably the softest thing she'd ever seen. "Well, I didn't always have the girls around. Back when it was just me and their Pa, I didn't have much else to do but hunt fer food and ride 'em like a tamed gator."

"You rode gators?" I asked curiously.

"Not for long," Muddy chuckled. "It's why you gotta hold on dang tight and be ready ta whack em if they get too uppity." She flexed her legs around mine, as if reminding me of the mind-blowing experience I'd just gotten over. "Course, that's about when I figured out that them soft humie types need more food an' water than goblins and a lot less sexin'. Them girls didn't treat you too rough when they got their claws on ya, did they?"

"What? Them? Ohhhh, no," I bluffed. No reason to rile her up for more shouting. "They're messy, but they've been behaving themselves lately."

"Good." Muddy snuggled up against my chest. Her legs locked possessively around my thigh. "Cuz I'm thinkin' we might get used to this city life."

"That's good to hear," I said, running my hand under her hat to stroke over her hair. She let out the same high-pitched purr as her daughters as I scratched her scalp. "Soooo... are you gonna fix my door?"

"Nope," Ma muttered casually. "That's what dowries is for. Fixin' gun-holes." I sighed and started to remember if I knew any contractors. Luckily, I’d find that one top of three happy and horny new roommates, Ma’s “dowry” of Civil War era coins were worth about 100K. Enough to cover their living expenses and the damages easily, so I could keep them just as full of food and human cock as they wanted.