The Goblin Diaries

I've posted it elsewhere before, but feels like a good place to compile all the stuff I have so far. A tale of a young man who finds a busty goblin girl living under his house. Original and exclusive stuff coming very soon, on my writer's honor!

>Journal Entry, October 12th: There's been a lot of weird stuff going on in this new house. I say new, but it's older than anyone in the family, and been repaired and rebuilt over and over. I hear scuttling under the floorboards, and it's only worse at night. any food I leave in the open vanishes, but there's no signs of crap or major holes, so nothing to suggest rats. Mom says the structure under the house is huge so it might have been a raccoon living down there from before Grandpa left me this place. I'm not about to have a bunch of vermin living in my new place, so I'm going to catch whatever's down there. Grandpa left some old tools and traps and stuff in the garage from God knows when, but they seem non-lethal. I'll leave those out and report back what goes on

>signed, Steve VanHellsing

>October 13th: I can't believe it, journal. I heard the rattling of the old cage from Grandpa's garage this morning. I was just waking up, so I was slow to get there, but then I started hearing what sounded like growled swearing

>I found a goblin. It's not what I'd have imagined, either. She's a little over 2 feet tall and a sort of soft green skin. She wears dirty rags for a loincloth, and another for what barely passes for a top. It's... odd to say, but the goblin has incredible curves. Hips and tits that something so tiny has no right to have, and that women my age would kill to have. Then again, most of the things on her look bigger than necessary; nose, lips, ears, poofy purple hair... a little alien, but I'll admit it, she's sexy

>when I first approached, she saw me and made these happy little noises. She thrust her hips (her ass got stuck halfway out of the cage when she went for the snack) and made kissy faces at me. She definitely didn't seem aggressive, just a little handsy. Once I was convinced it was real and she wasn't going to bite, I decided to let her out

>I gave her some old clothes and some leftover fast food I wasn't really going to eat. She ate the wrappers and tore a serviceable pair of pants into another loincloth, but seemed delighted. She's wandering around and hugging my leg every so often; it seems like gratitude, but I think she's being a little territorial. Maybe it's because the musky smell of hers keeps getting on everything. It's not bad, but very... organic. bathing did not seem big on the little scavenger's priorities

>I decided to let her sleep inside. I've set up a spot for her on the couch with some pillows and blankets, and some sandwiches and chips for her. She let out this little noise like she must have thought she was queen of the world to have such a luxury. I'm still not leaving my door unlocked, but she seems perfectly tolerable. A little extra food for a tiny piece of T&A to wander around the house isn't so bad

>Night of Oct 13th/Morning of Oct 14th: I can't believe it. You'd think discovering a goblin would be the weirdest thing I'd do today. Am I the first man in history to ever get sucked off by a goblin?

>I woke up around 10 to find the door was open. the goblin had somehow picked the lock. I wonder if she'd gotten cold at first, but the blankets were pulled back from my legs and she was... well, gobbling up my cock. I was surprised how much she could fit in her mouth, but her big lips and cheeks took in most of it. I could feel the agility of her tongue and the gentle scrape of her teeth over my erection. Her big bottom stuck up in the air, wiggling as if trying to happily wag a tail she didn't have. My body had reacted without my permission and I was rock hard inside her little jaws

>I grumbled something like "Wait" in my waking stupor, and she looked up at me with her big, bright red eyes. She looked so proud of herself. And now that I was awake, she just redoubled her efforts. She drooled more heavily as she opened her mouth even wider, taking my shaft up to the balls as her slithering tongue saw to them. She gave her happy little cooing noises, garbled by the mouthful of cock as her round nostrils puffed hot air excitedly over my belly. She keeps bobbing her head and her big tits smacking against my thighs. I'm only human, and I can't help but cum into her waiting mouth. She's all too eager to take it, and gurgled as she grins proudly. Some of it drools out over her lips before she slurps that up too like a treat. She chirps something to me sweetly, and I stroke her bright-colored hair as I find myself thanking her. She giggled and went down for a second time.

>She's sleeping next to me like some kind of horny puppy. I haven't got the heart to kick her out, so I'm updating while this is fresh in my mind. I'll look more into this in the morning

>Oct 16th: We've started to communicate!

>I went through some of Grandpa's things, and I can't confirm that they're all real, but his journals seem to detail him as something of a monster hunter. I can tell you that what he has on goblins looks pretty much spot on. It covers goblins as basically harmless scavengers, which seems to be pretty accurate for my goblin. I’ve come to call her Scrappa; it’s a word she’s used a few times, and it seems to fit her scavenging nature (I once saw her eat a triple-A battery after my back was turned; she never even flinched). 

>the notes say goblins aren’t very bright, but can be sneaky and can survive and thrive just about anywhere. They’re also enormous cowards, so they’re easily intimidated by any show of force or authority. Other monsters can easily bully them into obeying them, and they serve the bigger monster submissively while also using it for protection

>That seems to be me and Scrappa’s relationship right now. I keep her warm and fed, and she follows me around more close and loyal than any dog I ever had. That and our nightly fuck-sessions. I have no idea how she eats all that junk and still has so much energy. She’s surprisingly quick to learn, so she’s started using some English words that I’ve taught her. On the other side, Grandpa had some basic “gobblish” phrases and keywords in his journals, so we’re starting to learn a lot about each other. She calls me a Bicka, their word for “chief” or “alpha,” even after she’s learned my name

>the book also talks about their breeding habits. Goblins are apparently fertile and horny all the time, so they can breed and populate like roaches. I’m not sure if humans can breed with them, but it’s clear that Scrappa doesn’t know where babies come from. She does seem to be the last of her kind in the area since “they went away,” so she might have been too young to learn. But every so often after a titfuck or a blowjob, she'll look up at me expectantly and say "Chee-cha?" The goblin word for "baby"

>Oct 20: goblins love their smells

>Grandpa described their scent in his journal, but it’s starting to sort of conquer the house. I went to work at the new job, and when I came back the smell of Scrappa was everywhere. It didn’t even seem like a panic response, like a dog tearing up the house while you were away; she just wanted to. There were a few wet spots on the rug, and I found her masturbating in a corner of the kitchen. She made that cute little squealing noise she does when she cums and I see the little splash of her feminine juices. Her big ears wiggled and she turned around in her torn up remains of my pajama shirt and jeans. “Treat time!” she chirped proudly.

>After experimenting with her one night, we called it “treat time” when I played with her goblin pussy, since she didn’t expect me to satisfy her in return. Goblin genders seemed to get complicated, and with whoever being the biggest being in charge, gender equality wasn’t high on their priorities. She would go absolutely wild for just a finger or two inside her, twitching like she might explode as soon as I was inside of her and making those big/tiny tits jiggle like wild. She would scream like a squeak toy being murdered when she orgasmed, always big gushers of sticky juice. It smelled three-times as strong as she did and lingered even after I washed my hands, and I had to make sure she was okay after her first time, but she was all cuddles and kisses right after. 

>So it seems she’s begun marking the house with her various juices. It might be to show that it (and me) are hers. It might be to ward off or attract other goblins. Or maybe she’s lonely and wants to fill the place with the smell of her “chee-chas.”

>Oct 23: I may not have thought ahead on this

>I knew that Scrappa would have to be a secret, but I’m realizing what a challenge that is going to be. Her scent is on everything in the house, and she’s started marking my clothes. I have to make excuses about eating a lot of fish and cabbage. I’m not sure how to have company over, or if she’ll understand that they’re friendly before trying to “defend the cave.” Considering that she escaped my sight for four days when I arrived made me think she can just hide if someone comes over (mom, coworkers, college buddies). When I asked if she can hide for me as a test, she made that pathetic crying whine she does that just breaks my heart and started to hump my leg before apologizing profusely. She thinks she did something wrong when I ask her that. She says things like “Scrappa sorry make her Bicka hate her! So so sorry!” and “Bicka gonna banish Scrappa forever!? No no no! Love Bicka!”

>I haven’t got the nerve to command her to. Looks like I’m not dating for a while; Grandpa’s notes say that goblins don’t really have a known lifespan; they tend to just live forever until something kills them or they accidentally end themselves.

>speaking of command, though… she has been asking about why I don’t hit her. A little more on that next time though. It’s a little hard to explain, and I’m running out of page here

>Oct 24: I mentioned that goblins are very big on hierarchy. There's always an alpha, a chief, a boss, etc that is supposed to be irrefutable unless he/she is overthrown. Being the tallest and the one to catch her, as well as the one competent enough to feed her, I've sort of had this role thrust onto me.

>I think Scrappa asked why I don't hit her because she's used to other monsters; goblins aren't always as loyal as her, given Grandpa's records, and they tended to latch onto/be enslaved by trolls or bugbears. Neither of those were afraid to make examples of a few excess goblins. The fact that I've been so gentle is mind-blowing for her. I thought about it at work, and I came up with a compromise. First, I'd need something to punish her for

>Well, that didn't take long. I come home to find Scrappa's wide hips sticking out of the trash can in the kitchen, bits of garbage around and her looking stuck like she was the first day I found her. Her stubby legs kick while her booty jiggles, and there's no better time to test it. I spank her, and I have to say, it's kind of satisfying. Her skin is sort of slick and rubbery, and with a bottom that big, she's like a living stress ball. She even has this cute, surprised squeak that's not entirely displeased when I do it. I scold her for eating out of the trash and not cleaning up the mess. She moans out little apologies, but keeps wiggling her butt for more in that tailless wag she has when she's excited. Nothing like the pleading from when she thought I was banishing her

>I smack her hard enough to give off a lot of noise, but it doesn't leave so much as a blemish on her. Not that she can see, anyway, but I think she gets the point. I finally help her get unstuck from the plastic can (I swear her big boobs come out with an actual popping noise like a cartoon), and she has big smile and a happy wiggle to her hips when she walks. I tell her to at least clean up when she's done eating; her smell is tolerable, in a raw and charming kind of way. I'm starting to wonder how I'd live without it. But I don't need her smelling like coffee grounds and old banana peels every time she burps. This might take some more experimentation (you'd be proud, Grandpa... except maybe for all the goblin fucking)

>Night of Oct 24: Goblins do not work well with baths.

>It's not to say she's against them, she just doesn't understand them and they simply cannot do the job. I tell her after the garbage incident that she's not allowed in bed until she's clean. She doesn't seem to understand why, so I tell her I miss her smell. She seems absolutely delighted by that, and does her "happy dance." It's something something between belly dancing and twerking; lots of spine and hip movements as she wiggles back and forth. It's adorable as it is sexy, and she seems to save it for special celebratory reasons. I can't tell if it's some sort of tribal thing taught to her or an instinctual reaction

>bathing Scrappa is ridiculous. For one, goblins don't understand clean. Whenever I try to scrub her face, she nibbles on a finger or tries to eat the soap (and then burp bubbles). If I try to get her underarms or stomach, she keeps turning around to "help" by pushing her breasts or butt into my hands, chanting "Rub rub!" like she does when she wants more physical attention. She's having trouble realizing the point of covering her in water, but at least she purrs when I shampoo her.

>For another, goblins seem to be naturally evolved to be filthy. Her skin was always smooth and a bit oily, but I figured it was part of her being unwashed and sweaty. It seems to be some part of her skin or her pores, because no matter how we scrubbed or what I put on her, the oil stayed behind. I think it's a kind of protective film that protects her from getting anything too nasty in through her skin, like fleas, chemicals, or even just the cold. I'm no expert like Grandpa, though. All I know for sure is I won't be able to use that tub until I scrub it down too. I told her that "Baths don't clean Scrappa; Scrappa makes baths dirty." She cackled at it, whether she got it or not, but stood up on the toilet to kiss me on the cheek

>Like everything else about her, her kisses are cute and sloppy. They come with a big smooching noise, and she lets her tongue roll around on the spot for an extra second when the lips are done. I'd ask if it's goblin culture or just them mimicking humans, but the more I learn about them it sounds like they're one and the same.

>Oct 26: Goblins get sick

>I fell asleep as Scrappa's big spoon but she was missing when I woke up. I found her with tears in her eyes and some kind of pulpy, purple puddle on the floor that she's desperately trying to clean up with a with top. She looked exhausted,, her ears drooped, and she wailed wordlessly when she saw me. Her little nails dug into my skin when I went to hug her. She seemed so afraid, and as I ask what happened it becomes clear that she's gotten sick somehow. Maybe the bath messed with her immune system, or maybe she really had been eating too much garbage. She threw up in the middle of the night and wanted to clean up her mess before I found out "like a good girl."

>I'm definitely not bringing her to a doctor, and I'm not giving her any medicine. I'm not sure what human medicine would do to her, and I saw her chug my bottle of Nyquil one night ("red potion!") and her immune system ignored it completely. Grandpa's book says that a goblin can regenerate whole hands and organs if given long enough, but he doesn't say anything about diseases. All I can do is keep her in bed and feed her all that seems responsible. Some noodle soup and bread are the best I can think of, and she wolfs down anything I bring her. Here's hoping the little ball of energy overpowers anything she's got

>the hard part is keeping her still. Scrappa doesn't think I should be serving her as the Bicka of the tribe. She grumbles "Bicka, no" when I bring her soup, despite chugging it down as fast as she can. I wrap her up so many blankets that not even her slippery ass can escape that easily. Even sick and exhausted, she coos and makes kissy noises at me, sort of her mating call for when she wants more of the D. I just pet her and tell her no, and she's too tired to resist. But she whimpers. We compromise and I pop a finger into her mouth, which she sucks on enthusiastically.

>It's no surprise blowjob in the middle of the night, but it's still sexy, and it's good to see her showing some energy. It was a stressful day, so I could stand a little relief, but refuse to make her exert herself yet. I wiggle my finger playfully in her mouth and pull out my cock. She watches with absolute fascination as she sees me masturbate for the first time, even if she's done so herself what must be a hundred times. She coos and squirms under the heap of blankets, big eyes watching my hand work up and down. She starts to get the idea and sucks more noisily, drooling over herself in her distraction. She glances up at my face once in a while, finding me fixated on her awestruck expression. She just looks back at my handiwork and bites lightly on my knuckle.

>she must have heard my breathing pick up or something with those big ears, because I'm about to blow when she opened her mouth and rolls out her long purple tongue. "Ah! Ah!" she urges, leaning closer to me. I get her point and turn to cum on her face as best I can, and she leans and tilts to catch it in her mouth. Some inevitably gets on her chin and lips, and plenty splatters onto her tits. She laughs like it's a magic trick and slurps what she can off her face before she lifts up one of her big tits, starting to lick that clean as well. I get a fresh towel to get the rest before she gurgles "Feel better." We'll see how she does in the morning.

>Oct 27: Scrappa is feeling great again. She was bouncing off the walls this morning (literally ran into one in her excitement). I'll try to watch her diet a bit more, and ease up on the baths just in case.

>I've picked up a few facts that feel like they need noting, but don't really have a full entry for:

>Scrappa has a love/hate relationship with TV and computers. She's absolutely hypnotized by them for about five or ten minutes, then will try to show it to me, no matter how many times I've seen it. Her reaction seems to be the same, whether it's porn, cooking shows, or a screensaver. Once she's convinced that I see it, she tends to get distracted and either wanders off or trys to get my attention back on her

>Goblin bodies are remarkably efficient. One day, I realized that I never exactly housebroke her, just to realize I've never seen her make any... natural waste beyond the occasional urine mixed into her orgasms. I don't want to ask and provoke some kind of mimicry out of her, but my guess is the same insane metabolism that lets her eat trash and scamper around all day burns it up incredibly fast.

>This might explain her stamina in the bedroom; she absolutely will not let me go of me without at least three orgasms from me a night. I'm not quite built for the goblin endurance, so I try to space them out through the day. She once piled them on all right before bed, and I had to nod off after the second one. She later explained that she apparently kept grinding after I'd passed out to get the last one.

>Goblins can and will eat anything they can fit in their mouths or break with their teeth. The book says a goblin will eat rocks if they need to, but fortunately Bonch has plenty more than that. A few key ones that I've seen her eat, so say nothing of the ones I've stopped her from trying.

>-a pack of frozen waffles (box and all)

>-potperri

>-pancake mix

>-banana peels

>-deodorant

>-cotton balls

>-dead squirrel (she saved me some...)

>-lots and lots of cum

>Oct 29: Scrappa is doing fine, but I'm keeping a close eye on her over the weekend. She's absolutely fine with this, and she's been cuddlier than usual ever since. We're at a point where she can sit or stand in a certain position and I know what "game" she wants to go for at the moment. We have a few of her favorite ways to laze around together

>Mouth Catch. A game that she named where she sits on my lap, or kneels next to me while I’m laying down. She keeps trying to kiss me while I play keepaway, making her work for it but always letting her win. She always has that same sloppy kiss: the big pouty lips followed by that slimey, playful tongue slurping on me.

>Boob handles. Just when I need to do some computer work. I mentioned she gets bored with electronics pretty quickly, so I hug her to my lap and use at least one hand to squeeze or bounce around her boobs. She bounces her butt on my lap/crotch when she especially enjoys it. Her nipples are super sensitive, and very stretchy like the rest of her.

>Milking. I’m convinced that her masturbating and marking wasn’t just part of being territorial. She’s grown to like my fingers inside her, even if two seems enough to spread her hole out wide. I’m still not sure how we’d conventionally fuck if we wanted to, but she seems elastic and tough enough to take it… sometimes on the bed or the couch, she’ll randomly turn around, stick her ass out at me, and lift whatever bottom she’s wearing aside. Sometimes I’m busy and will hold a hand out, and she’ll just climb on and ride it herself. I like to be more tender though; her labia gets swollen and oozes an abundant, thick but sweet juice. I’m kind of getting addicted to its taste and smell.

>right now, Scrappa’s sleeping on the pillow next to me now; not her head, just her whole body splayed out on the pillow like a cat. She called me something new today: Piji-Riti.I thought she just was making cute noises, but she called me it specifically while she looked into my eyes after I came between her tits. I looked it up in Grandpa’s book, and it looks like it roughly means “the never-leave.” I’ll have to tell her the same when she wakes up.

>Oct 31st: first Halloween. I live kind of out of the way, which might explain Grandpa’s crazy books and gear he left laying around. I don’t expect much for trick or treaters, but the idea crosses my mind to try taking Scrappa out for it. I could claim she was my niece in a costume, since she’s about that size, but then I realize that even if they bought that, they’d find her ridiculous boobs in poor taste for a kid costume.

>we decide to stay in, but not before I buy a crapload of candy; one of those big variety bags so she can try them all. She seems to recognize a few, probably just things she stole from trash cans or the like before meeting me. I get a total of three visiting groups of kids, so we end up splitting most of it between us. If she’s hyped up on sugar, it doesn’t show any more than usual. Again, the immune system on this girl. Still, she looks so cute and happy, laying with her hair in my lap, letting me pop Skittles into her mouth or us sharing a Twizzler from either end until we kiss

>nothing in particular sparks it, that I can tell. Everything’s just so comfortable with her right now. I had some worries I’d be lonely out in the old house, but Scrappa made sure I dodged that bullet. We finish another piece of licorice together and kiss again, but when she starts to pull back, I catch her by the hair. She squeaks softly and I hold her in place for it, an incredibly easy task between her submissive nature and smaller size. Her tongue slurps as her little mouth tries to suck in mine, squirming in my lap as her little hands rest on my chest to hold herself up. She scoots closer until her juicy thighs are around my waist, and I can feel her puffy, damp crotch against my erection. We've done a lot of kinky stuff so far, but I decide we're going all the way tonight. Not a single part of her would say no at this point

>”Naked,” I order her. For all my gentle treatment, she still never hesitates to obey a direct order. She pulls the shirt over her head, but she needs my help when it’s stuck around her ears. Soon her big bare bottom’s back in my lap, facing me with patient expectation. Her legs are spread out to brace on mine, making her chubby pussy lips drool her juices on my pants. I undress myself, and I can feel her little hands try to help me out of subservience or impatience. When my hardon is in the open air, she fidgets against my legs, clearly eager to jump on it but awaiting my command

>I take her by the armpits and lift her off her feet entirely. Her feet kick around as shes’ suspended, but I lower her onto my cock. I ease her onto it, and her eyes go wide. She starts to pant like she’s hyperventilating, and her toes curl up like little fists. She’s breathing so hard that her breasts keep bouncing on their own. I pause when I’m just deep enough for the head to have gone inside, making sure she’s okay. Scrappa just pinches me hard enough with her little claws that I almost drop her. “No stop!” she yips with a distant stare to her big red eyes.

>I urge her down the rest of the way, and as I imagined, she’s warm, soaking wet, and while tight, she’s incredibly flexible inside. It looks like my cockhead should be inside her stomach by the time I meet major resistance and decide not to push my luck. Scrappa is literally impaled on my cock, suspended the last inch or two off my lap and she will not stop humping. I have to hold her steady by her breasts like two big soft handles. Her tiny pussy is tight and soaked enough that it pumps me like a second mouth, pulling on my rod like it’s trying to suck me empty. She's so wet and noisy already that it's hard to tell how many times she cums from tonight's session, but by the time I cum, I can feel it as much as she does; I overflow inside her as it runs back down to my balls. She shakes and starts to slowly calm down on her perch on my dick, twitching and babbling dreamily as she strokes my face. Her pouty lips keep moving to try to find words, but I just kiss her lips before licking her slick and sweaty cheek. Between her leaky pussy and her sweaty, oily skin, it feels like I’m drowning in that strong scent of hers. 

>“Piji-Riti,” I whisper to her. She finally brings her stunned expression into a smile and big oily tears come down her plump cheeks. She reaches out for me, and I have to carefully pop her off my cock to let her pepper me with kisses. “Love you, Piji-Riti!” she insisted, hugging me tight enough that I feel a few stinging scratches along my sides. Ah well. Cuts heal, but you only take the virginity of a sex-starved goblin girl once.

>Nov 3rd: the office needs some construction done in the part I was hired to work in, so I get worker's comp while I have time off with Scrappa. With me being home more often, I sometimes wake up to her having gone "hunting" for me. Hunting involves her stealing from the local shop run by the little old lady, so I put a stop to that.

>we still fool around constantly, but she's hesitant to suggest my outright penetrating her. We've only done it once since the first time, but she has a new admiration for my dick. She takes the time to rub and smell it, savoring it before she fully goes down on me. She's obsessed with it to a point of almost worship, and I've started to just wear boxers around the house so that she can get at it whenever she wants; just pull and grab

>Scrappa's picked up a new trick where she fits my dick between her thighs and rubs them back and forth. Her chubby little legs and slick skin make it feel amazing (I think all this coddling has made her put on a little more weight). She just watches it wiggle between her legs when she's not checking that I'm enjoying it

>I finally address it as I scratch the back of her head, getting a happy little hum out of her. "Whatcha looking at, runt?" I tease.

>"Lookin' at big weapon." There's not a lot of point in lying at this point, journal: I am not a hung guy. Neither of those descriptors are what I would use.

>"Why is it a weapon?"

>She answers thoughtfully. "It's real big and strong... but it's soft and tasty. Really tasty." She leaned down and gave the head a lick, even with it barely poking up between her thighs. Impressively flexible, but it gives me a few ideas to try out during our little break.

>I tell her to hop up for more "rubrub." She lets me pick her up and turn her upside down with her butt in my face. She seems to know this part of the game, and starts to fondle my balls as she swallows up my cock again, her round nose puffing as it drinks up my smell

>her crotch is among the strongest smells I've experienced. This close up, I can hear it squish with her wetness as she squirms, and her ever-present, oily stink is right in front of me. I find myself taking a few deep breaths, partly bracing myself and partly savoring it as she softly chokes on me out of sight. I pull back on her hair to keep her from overdoing it

>I rub and part her big green cheeks, my first point-blank look at her nethers. Entirely hairless, and a purple-pink on the inside. It drips with a semi-translucent goo, obviously much thicker and more abundant than a human's. I give her a noisy kiss on one cheek and she stops sucking long enough to give a submissive coo. "No no noooo," she whines cutely. "Too dirty, Bicka."

>I tell her it's okay and that I know she's a dirty girl. I plunge in before she (or I) can protest any more. I lock my mouth and have to suck for a while just to get her puffy, sticky lips to open enough for my tongue to fit. Scrappa is having a fucking fit, holding onto my legs and shaft as if she's as panicked as she is aroused. It's not far from how she reacted to being on my dick or getting spanked, so I'm not worried. She's too overwhelmed to really suck on me more than a passing kiss, but I feel her slobber drool over me steadily as her mouth must be frozen agape, moaning nonsensically in her passion

>I rub and play with her cheeks as I lick up the slime inside her folds; this sour, kind of tangy stuff that reminds me of a mix of lime and maple syrup. I eventually get deep enough that I reach her clit; a squishy little thing the size of a sunflower seed, and she coos so highly that she almost sings while I touch it. "Dirty kissy," she moans witlessly as her thighs lean into me and her booty bounces in my gripping hands

>I was considering saving it, but I can't help but wonder what further reactions she'd have. While I rub her bottom, I spread out her cheeks and gently touch her asshole. I swear she screams like she's been shot, but she digs her fingers into my legs and spreads out hers farther. I have to chuckle at her response and slowly work in deeper, spreading what I figure is just one more elastic orifice on her.

>I get a sense of dread for a minute when I feel something, but the texture's not what I would expect, and she gives a shaking groan that sounds like a high-pitched jackhammer.  I spread her out further and learn something about goblins that not even Grandpa mentioned; they have two clitorises (sp?). Her anal one is huge. It's longer than my thumb, and frankly a little jarring to witness as its fleshy green tip pokes out from her ass. But as I probe in further, Scrappa will not stop shaking. She just gurgles gibberish and drools all over me. Any words that manage to get spit out I recognize as native curse words.

>"Very dirty girl," I muse as I part my mouth from her pussy, still sticky with her syrupy taste. "Bicka love Scrappa's dirty smell." She lets out a whine like she's starving and waiting for me to feed her. I can't leave her like that, so I switch up; two fingers pumping her pussy and bury my tongue into her ass until I slurp over her fat second little rosebud.

>Scrappa is literally crying before long. I don't think she's used to pleasure in general, and I have to wonder if even she knew about her little "backdoor special." She's holding on for dear life and biting into my thigh, but I'm too caught up in it to care. For all the blind servitude she's given me, I've been just as addicted to my time with her. Now my senses are drowning in the familiar goblin musk that's been teasing my nose for the last month.

>As I curl my tongue against her swelling bud, her stomach makes a noise like bad plumbing right before she cums. I've seen her masturbate all over the house and filled her with more fingers than she had a right to have inside her, but that was nothing. I'm not sure how she had this much fluid in her as she not only squirts, but gushes, and it keeps coming for what felt like ten seconds. In hindsight, I guess I don't have any sure sign that it was all cum, but her screaming bloody murder and falling like a broken marionette against my lap sure sounds like a goblin orgasm to me. I end up setting her down in my lap, petting her as she stares at me with a stupefied look and looking ready to pass out. Head big head rolls on her neck, and her face is covered with spit, tears and precum.

>she's so weak that all she can do is mumble something I can't pick up. She gropes the air between us, and I hug her sticky little form to me. I'm satisfied like this, but know that my erection will make me pay for it later if I don't take care of that now. I take Scrappa's little wrist in between my fingertips and basically puppet her to jerk me off. She giggles dizzily at the helping handjob, and when I cum, I bring our hands back to her mouth for her to lap up hungrily. We don't really say anything more, and I don't think she could. I just whisper "Love you, Piji-Riti," as I carry her back into the bedroom and cuddle up for the night. By the time she hits the pillow, she’s asleep with a big dumb grin on her face.

>Nov 5th: I introduced Scrappa to another game. Since I first found her in a cage, I didn’t want to rush her into being trapped or confined. Then again, she did live under the floor for a while.

>I get some of the clothes she scrapped and use them to tie her hands and feet behind her. She wriggles but seems excited for being at my mercy. I warm her up with some petting and stroking, but before long her legs are as open as she can get them and whimpering for more. I start with her mouth as usual and she wolfs it down like she’s starving. I cum into her mouth and she overflows, drooling and choking from trying to swallow it all down. I can’t last that long with her kind of passion, but I’ve definitely developed some stamina from her insistence on marathoning orgasms. She’s still cleaning up from that when I get behind her and fill up her pussy. It rocks her little body every time I thrust, and that just makes her big booty jiggle along with it. It adds more weight to her movement, so even with her stuck in place she feels like she’s humping back. She keeps mewling and trying to say something, but she’s still too distracted to swallow the first load. It’s kind of cute to see my horny little munchkin that overwhelmed. I ask if she’s okay, and all she can manage is a happy little gurgling noise. It’s enough to get me to burst inside her again, this time filling up her pussy. Like everything else on her, she’s too tiny to keep it all inside and leaks out past me.

>I decide to try out anal with her while she’s vulnerable and rested up from the other night. Her rubbery hide and all that booty fat makes her feel deeper and roomier than her pussy, while still keeping that tightness. I’ve noticed that while her body stretches to fit me as best she can, I haven’t really stretched her out or made her loose. It’s less that I’m stretching her out like clay, but more like a rubber band; she just pops back into place. It probably explains her natural jiggle, but also why goblins seem to be so casual about physical roughness. I can feel her strange second clitoris like last time, and she yowls as I ease in. “Sticky! Sticky!” she managed to babble out, her mouth still full of drool and cum. Since experimenting is kind of the theme of the night, I keep squeezing and thrusting into her ass and she keeps wailing and squirming in her bindings. I consider letting her out for a few seconds, but remember the bite mark she still left on my thigh from when I ate her out. Dirty goblin girl does mean dirty bites too.

>Proving my idea right, I learn that anal with a goblin still makes her cum out of her pussy. The squirt of her warm green goo hits my thighs as she shakes around so much she almost falls off the bed. I have to grab her by the hair for her own safety as much as I do leverage. She wheezes as she finishes (might have been 30 seconds, or maybe a full minute, but hard to time that out in the middle of… ya know), and she pants “Bicka cummy!” she pleads, which sounds strangely desperate and sexy with her still too distracted to swallow my cum (or maybe she’s savoring it?).

>I decide to show off a little as I pull her hair and tell her “Bicka plook ab sebby untee.” She give this thrilled little shriek, as I basically told her “I’m cumming in my good/subservient bitch” in gobblish. I cum into her ass at last, and when I pull out, she’s an adorable, sticky mess. All of her holes are dripping with my and her cum (her nose dribbles with some, and I have to assure myself I didn’t go that far; she must have gagged it up there at some point). She’s got that big dizzy smile with her pointy teeth out, battering her eyes at me happily. “Scrappa made her Bicka all dirty,” I say with a smile, petting her head and stepping back in front of her. I stay close so he can sniff at my cock, nuzzling at my balls with her long nose and tongue like she’s trying to memorize my scent. “Scrappa dirty girl,” she giggles proudly.

>Nov 7th: Scrappa has gotten me a gift. I know I told her no stealing, so its sanitation is in question. It does look like it would fall apart in the wash, in truth. She told me she remembered something and ran off this morning after her breakfast. She came back and proudly handed over what was something like a goblin teddy bear. It's shoddily made, visibly mashed together with brute force, staples and glue (or other questionably sticky substances), with a quick layer of some sort of plastic around the would-be pointy bits. It's green fabric and pieces of old garbage bags, I think, and it has a slight crunch when you squeeze it. I think it's stuffed with moss and soft dirt. Its eyes are acorn caps stuck on with thumb tacks.

>Scrappa tells me it's her only toy. In gobblish (we're still in our hodgepodge language, but I favor gobblish at home; not like she'll be speaking to other people), the phrasing is dangerously close to "I wouldn't eat that if I were you." I ask her why she brought this, and she says quite proudly that she forgot about it.

>I mull this over a bit, but thank her and give her a kiss on the head. She snuggles my leg, and while I'm sitting down on the couch, it buries her face right into my crotch the way she likes. We fool around as usual while I do some work from home, and Scrappa ends up bouncing on my lap. "Did you forget about it too?" she asks eagerly

>We have to break things down a bit more basic for me to get her point of the doll. It was her only toy, and for a while, her only companion. She said she'd hold it and cuddle it when she was cold or lonesome without anyone around. She still seems to have no clue where her tribe went off to, and I don't pry about them much to keep her from getting depressed. The act of her giving it to me is not so much receiving it as it is her giving it up; she's not lonely anymore, and the idea of me forgetting it means that I'm not lonely while I'm with her

>"I forgot all about it," I assure her and kiss her ear. She snorts through that big cute nose and twitches when I do that, as usual. I end up asking her to do me a favor with my new prize...

>Scrappa gives me a little show with the goblin doll. She straddles it and rides it, humping its face and lap with rubbery little noises of her wet pussy rubbing over it. She keeps looking at me, giving her mating call of kissy noises while she plays with her breasts and bites her pouty lips. It's ridiculously sexy to see her play with the toy, which is still half the size of her. I watch her and stroke myself for her own little show before I come over and play with her breasts, letting her cum on her old toy. She spits on it for good measure, like one big, rude, final goodbye to it. "No more lonely, right?" I ask, scooping her up.

>"Nuh uh. Piji-Riti forever," she chirps and licks me up my cheek. Now, when I go back to work, I can't really keep a photo of Scrappa around. Way too many questions, even if I insist it's a big-tittied green niece. My niece's "art project," though, that's fair game. I smell enough like her that no one comments that it smells like wet rubber, candlewax, and honey (aka goblin cum).

>Nov 9th: goblins seem to have various aversions. I've been comparing my notes about Scrappa with Grandpa's, and there's definitely some weaknesses and seemingly instinctual responses built into goblins. This may be some collective memory sort of thing, but it seems like most of them have to do with a massive self-esteem issue experienced by every goblin. They know they're the dregs, the bottom of the monster food chain, and eternal scavengers. While none of these are a silver-to-a-werewolf level weakness, they're notable flaws.

-Cowardice. Goblins are huge fraidy cats. The big ears and strong sense of smell seem help with their paranoia, in more way than one. Unless we're deep in the house like the bedroom or the second floor, Scrappa gets very jumpy around loud noises. She screamed like it was doomsday when I accidentally set off my car alarm. When I got back inside, I found she had peed herself and then run screaming around the house. Not even in the evasive way like a squirrel would, mind you. She just ran in noisy little circles and ran into walls, making herself even easier to find than if she'd hid or even stood still. She had a similar reaction to when I cut myself cooking; shrieked like a banshee and ran around. No wonder all the other monsters conquer them so easily...

>Harmless. While a goblin's sneaky, stealthy, and has sharp little teeth and claws, that's about it. Scrappa's plump little body still has scrawny arms, and with no martial art or weapon training beyond playing in the woods, I think I could take at least 3 unarmed goblins by myself. They rely on numbers and ambushes to be effective at anything. The one time Scrappa got scared enough to hide behind a chair, I ended up dragging her out by the hair while she fought me in a panic. She bit and scratched me a few times, but it was nothing worse than my cousin's cat has done to me. She licked all the tiny cuts until they felt better afterward.

>Smell. Goblins are obsessed with smells. One of the first things Scrappa does whenever I get home is smell any part of me she can. Crotch, ass and neck/face seem to be her favorites, but she'll go for feet or underarm on occasion. Her marking her territory seems to be a part of this, as it leaves a familiar stench about that she can use to better discern foreign (aka clean) intruders. It makes them very easy to track, and if you don’t stay especially clean, odds are you’re less likely to be spotted

>Curiosity/Greed. Goblins have a sort of envious awe towards humans. We can do anything they can better, and much of their social structure and basic ideas have been stolen from humanity. I laid out some old cookies for bait when I first caught her, but she loves to poke and prod at anything new like it's made of gold. I probably could have baited that cage with a colored pencil and some rubber bands and caught her.

>Classical music. This was a weird one I didn't expect. Scrappa's done her happy dance a few times, and I've played some music for her. She loves stuff with a quick beat, so mostly hip hop, disco, and club/dance music gets her wiggling that giant booty. I left a playlist on for her while I did some more work, but it switched to Pachelbel's Canon. She sort of froze up for a minute and then started to whimper before she gave a long whine and curled up in an all out panic attack. It's like Mozart was her kryptonite. Maybe it's something with her ears, or more of that self-deprecation instinct (like they hate what's beautiful? no offense to rap fans). Maybe her body works so fast that it can't handle the slow melodies properly. She snapped out of it after about 5 seconds of silence, and looked confused but fine. I asked if something was wrong, and she just shook her head. "Ugly music," she muttered and spit on the floor. I've readied a "Scrappa Playlist" for her, but I've experimented with a few other songs for her. Opera seems to have the same affect, and especially slow modern songs seem to confuse her before kicking in. Basically, if you can't wildly dance to it, she doesn't want any part of it. If you can twerk to it, she adores it. If it's Baby Got Back, she acts like it's Christmas. I wonder if she thinks it's about her.

>Nov 10th: so good news and bad news. Good news is my job liked my work I did while the office was under repair. They're willing to let me work from home more often, and check in with them every week or two in person. More time for Scrappa!

>bad news is, my sister has finally got some free time. She's skipping some classes at college to go on a road trip and is stopping by the area to spend a night with me. This had to happen eventually... Scrappa is, let's face it, a long-term investment. If she'd understand the word girlfriend, I don't think it would mean as much to her as my being her "mate" and "never-leave." But my family's still my family. I did move out here to be more independent, but I'd have to tell somebody if I don't just hermit up and become the goblin king, right? Paige is coming by in a couple days, so I'll show her then. Wish us luck. The best I can hope for out of Scrappa at this point is to see if she’ll at least wear underwear….

>Nov 13th: well, Paige is alive, Scrappa's tucked in next to me, and I've learned how Scrappa reacts to people. When she pulled up, Scrappa was at least smart enough to bolt and hide rather than have one of her panic tantrums. I tried explaining to Scrappa what was going to happen the day before, but she seemed dismissive in a "Uh huh," kind of way. Maybe she didn't believe anyone else would actually enter her den.

>Paige and I hug it out before she comments on the smell. Says it smells like "a sour-apple tire fire." I start with showing her the journal and the stuff about the noises under the house. She's impressed that Grandpa was a monster hunter, so at least she seems more ready to believe it than I was. I finally call for Scrappa, who comes back into the room and looks pretty unhappy with my sister being there. It might be because of the pink skirt and black tanktop I got her to wear for today; they were supposed to look kind of cute, but I'd either underestimated her size or she was still growing, because they fit tight on her to squash up her boobs and ride up high on her hips. We'd also compromised by letting her run around outside to dirty them up a bit. By then, it made her look more like a tiny hooker.

>Paige was definitely shocked, but taking it well. I call Scrappa to sit in my lap to cool her off a little, and Paige has a lot of questions. Scrappa grumbled and hangs onto me tight, glaring daggers at Paige. Petting her hair seems to keep her calm for a while, and I fill in Paige on... most of it. I save the sex part and tell myself I'll admit it if she asks.

>A few minutes in, Scrappa starts to sniff at Paige. I hope it's her getting used to her, but she suddenly spits right on Paige's top. The greenish glob startles her (understandably) and she jumps off the couch. Scrappa spits a few more times in her direction, growling out "Too skinny" and "No titties" at her. She climbs a little higher up on my lap and takes my arm, forcing it around her waist and nipping at my hand, leaving little pinprick bite marks. Paige is too shocked to be properly mad, so I thankfully don't have a half-pint catfight on my hands. I give her a tug on the ear and a "Scrappa, no!", but she still huffily sucks and nibbles on my hand and grumbles "Mine." All I can think is to ask if Paige has a change of clothes, and not to bother just yet.

>Scrappa is clearly jealous. Paige sits on the other end of the couch, and Scrappa has a smug look to go with her glares now. She keeps leaning into my chest and nuzzling me. I'm at the point of explaining how I can't bathe her after the last time when Scrappa decides she's going to establish the pecking order; she starts to grind on my leg. Now subtle playful grind, but hard, noisy grinding, where she's moaning and squealing and mashing her breasts against me. I trust Scrappa's big hips to hide my erection while I finally tell Paige as clinically as possible that Scrappa has decided that I'm the alpha of the house.

>"Steve, are you fucking the goblin? Because that is hilarious."

>Leave it to Paige. I didn't give her shit when she came out of the closet, she makes fun of me when I sleep with a goblin. I bring out my own journal and start to fill her in on the details when she asks. As therapeutic as the journal has been on this whole thing, it's a load off to actually talk to someone about it. I've been blowing off coworkers and speaking fairly proficient gobblish for so long, that telling someone in English about the weird noises and smells that make her that much sexier is such a relief.

>Scrappa seems content now that Paige is staying back and I'm only touching my proper mate, but I draw the line when she tries to pull my dick out to show off as her trophy. I swat Scrappa's hands away, but turn her around to face away from me and start to finger her under the stretched out skirt. Paige looks curious, and at least a little impressed that I can carry on our conversation while still making Scrappa moan like that. The act is like driving a car by now; a little complicated, but so instinctual that I can get Scrappa to cum while I'm writing with my other hand.

>Scrappa loves to put on a show about it. She spreads her legs out farther than I've seen her go, and moans as she plays with her breasts. She keeps bouncing them up and down, maybe a kind of fertility taunt towards my slimmer sister. An "I'm better built for sex than you" kind of boast. Humans make flirty and catty comments; goblins slap their tits and hump legs.

>"So does she actually cum?" I can't blame Paige for being interested. I tug on Scrappa's ear and hiss in her ear and order her in some angry goblish. "You cum right now or never again." With her legs pulled so high and wide they almost touch her cheeks (and leaving the skirt utterly pointless), she curls her toes and squeals like a piglet just before she squirts through my fingers with that pungent honey in a burst that goes about two feet from the couch. She's still gushing when she grabs my wrist and keeps humping HARD. I feel her twitching like it's overloading her body, and can feel her back slapping into my as she forces herself to go on. She's barely stopped the first gush of her greenish goo when she hits a second. I feel her tiny pussy tense and squirts AGAIN, further than the first. Her little fingers move mine to stuff a third into her at an angle where her pussy starts to gape open a bit, baring the purple-pink inside.

>"Scrappa, no," I warn her gently, but she moans louder. "Gimme gimme... all mine!" She's clearly sweating and shaking weakly but pushing herself to her limits. It makes her ass grind over my dick, and her booty is tighter and squishier than ever now that it's crammed into her skirt. I'll have to see about dressup with her again later. But I can't help but forget about Paige long enough to cum in my pants, and Scrappa clearly feels it against her ass. She shakes and cums again, and despite her noisy thrashing, the orgasm comes out a weak trickle, as she's clearly not built to do that many that fast. She almost collapses into my chest, wheezing and twitching as she stares up at me with glassy eyes and her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her fresh, slimey cum on the carpet in front of us. It's as fucked silly as I've ever seen her.

>I just pet Scrappa gently, catching my breath myself before I notice Paige again. She's been watching with visible concentration. I expect her to storm out, though I had explained Scrappa was pretty much in constant heat. "Do you love this goblin?"

>Scrappa just gives me a stupid, witless grin. She probably can't hear us anyway. "I think I do. I love my Scrappa. Smells, slime and all." I scratch at her purple hair fondly as Paige laughs at me a little. She can tell. I end up putting Scrappa in bed while we go out for a quick dinner together. A rested Scrappa smells my crotch thoroughly when I'm back, but she doesn't act as agro towards Paige. Maybe her letting us mess around showed she wasn't a threat to us, or because Paige gives up some of her leftovers. There's a small guest room for her that we never use, and Paige teases about it being a good spot to keep our great grand-goblins. I'm just lucky Scrappa doesn't get the reference. Before we let her settle in, Paige adds that if nothing else, I should think what to do for Thanksgiving. The family's going to want me there, if nothing else.

>Nov 14: Paige left the house pretty quickly the next day. A quick breakfast, shower and a hug and she's out to meet her friends. Scrappa didn't seem to give her any more shit, but Paige breathes pretty deeply once she's out in the fresh air again. She sort of dismissed the whole goblin girlfriend thing. I apologize for the mess of things, and that Scrappa can be a real handful. Paige points out that she's much more than a handful, complete with gestures around her chest to emphasize her point. I admit that it's a little fucked up in hindsight, but she reminds me that mom and dad weren't big on her coming out didn't go over great for a while. She dismisses it all with one last line that she says with a weary sort of smile: "If you wanna be fucked up, be fucked up. Just so long as you're happy. Love you, Steve."

>Scrappa is glad to have me to herself again. As much as I kid about becoming a hermit as her goblin king, I'm sure that Scrappa would be absolutely content to have me and only me in her life. I'm not sure how much disagree with her.

>I do get a text a little before bed just to bust my chops a little more: "Still fuckin' that goblin?"

>I text Paige back. "I'm being happily fucked up, thank you" and set the phone down on the table, reaching over my naked, dozing goblin girl.

>Nov 15: I've tried to piece together exactly what it's like living with Scrappa. She's somewhere between living with a girlfriend, a pet, a servant, a child, and a horny homeless woman all at once. I feel like this morning was the most summarizing encounter I've had with her.

>I wake up to a pressure on my head. I first think headache, then I think there's a pillow that fell on my face when Scrappa ran out of bed. Instead, it's her sitting squarely on my face. I can feet her thighs braced on either side of my neck, and her little toes wiggling happily by my ears. She shifts her hips now and then, but isn't humping yet. I try to talk before bothering to lift her up, and it just opens my mouth to catch her plump little pussy and all its sticky juices

>"Wakey, Bicka!" she declares proudly when she feels my mouth moving beneath her. "Brekfizz in bed!"

>I give her a quick spank for misbehaving, but when that booty jiggles against my face I can't stay mad at her. My first act of the day is eating out her sludgy pussy and breathing in her round, musky ass. All the while she's cooing and bouncing, and thanking me everyway she can think as if this were my idea. If you ever need an ego boost, get a goblin girl. It took weeks to make her stop being curious why I haven't beat her around yet. She humps and jiggles on top of me until she squirts over my face, falling over comically as she loses her balance with all the vibrating. She ends up facing my feet, so I put an arm around her hips and smooch her on her ass. She kicks and giggles but doesn't try to escape. "Is that where Scrappa wants me to kiss her from now on? Is she bored of her lips now?"

>she laughs and squeals as I tease her, and tells me she couldn't wait. I finally let her go so she can turn around and lick up her mess from my face. Even with the mix of goblin spit and cum on my face, I don't feel like getting in the shower today. Scrappa must be rubbing off on me, literally and figuratively. But then, when you girlfriend has an ass like that but an aversion to water, sacrifices need to be made.

>Nov 15. Q&A with Scrappa. I showed her some of Grandpa's books. She can't read any of them, but the pictures and my reading aloud help. She recognizes a number of the monsters he sketched, making his stories that much more believable. That, or goblins had the same fairy tales that we did. I'm recording a few tidbits here; I don't have the guts to deface the old books with my shitty handwriting and Scrappa's questionable advice

>Trolls. Big ugly fuckers with aversions to sunlight, fire, and most things religious. Scrappa's never met one, but says they're scary because despite how big they are, they can squish into just about anywhere. Goblins have a saying of "troll pile," which is just everyone climbing on somebody for warmth or casual torment. It's apparently the way of appeasing a troll by a bunch of goblins literally climbing onto his dick to squeeze and suck from all sides

>Witches. Scrappa says that goblins think the first goblins were made by witches. I realize that after some probing questions, goblins don't have a word or concept for gods. She laughs at the idea of anything that powerful caring enough to create something as tiny and forgettable as a goblin. I decide to hug her extra tight after that one.

>Skeletons. She says they're delicious and don't move very much, so I think she missed the point

>Fairies. Little insectoid women. Scrappa immediately flips out when she sees these, but in delight. Apparently fairies have some kind of natural aphrodisiac effect on goblins. Their goblish word means "horny flies," but I'm not sure what a super horny Scrappa would be like, if this is supposed to be her normal. She just coos and bats her eyes at me instead of answering

>I'm learning more about goblins than I am the other monsters, and most of them she hasn't encountered in person, just told stories about. I think I have a decent grasp on goblins, but there's one thing she's talked about that I think I need to explore just in case... goblin babies

>I have to literally hold down Scrappa when I ask about goblin babies. She’s so excited that she babbles and runs around in circles until I catch her by her puffy, dirty hair and tie her hold her feet together. She bounced and giggled and wiggles her hips expectantly, but I tell her it’s not time for “rub rubs”... yet. She hasn’t had any herself, naturally, being fairly young for a goblin (she can’t count well enough to remember how old, naturally). It sounds like they’re more or less how humans operate, but much easier and quicker. Goblins breed, grow and heal rapidly enough that it sounds like a goblin is independently functional and breedable after about six months, and fully matured by 1 year. Goblin babies come out tiny enough to fit in your hand, and come in litters of more than ten at a time (Scrappa just held up all her fingers for that one). The “pups” nurse a while, but grow their teeth within weeks and can eat solid foods any time after that. They tend to take care of themselves, but pregnant she-goblins get “mother thoughts.” Apparently the ONLY time in ANY goblin’s life when they’re reasonably responsible or intelligent is when they are about to or just had kids, and even then just for their pups. A normal goblin would just lose track of them and their species would be done.

> I ask why she wants babies, since they were all she talked about at first. She buries her face in my crotch, snaking her tongue into the hole in the crotch and mewls “Cuz want more of Bicka. Love Bicka, and love Bicka’s big humper.” My heart melts, but my dick is diamonds.