PLEASE READ THIS WARNING!: This story is very much NOT standard for me. It is not a modular/detachment story like all my others. It involves content, themes, and fetishes that I don't normally write and may be uncomfortable to some readers. If you are a longtime reader of my content, and read my stories for modular shenanigans, I would advise you skip this one, as it has nothing you are looking for.  If you are uncomfortable with fictionalized depictions of DubCon, skip this story. If you don't like shortstack goblins, skip this story.

If, however, you're in the market for a sleezy M/f shortstack DubCon story... this do be that. For more info, check the description.

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She was struggling not to drool over the finely forged machinery and detailed schematics laid out before her like a royal banquet; the greedy thief couldn't even decide what to grab first, each scrap of parchment and morsel of metal more appetizing than the last. She'd heard tell that the machinist who ran this shop was of prodigious skill, but no amount of hearsay could've prepared her for this veritable feast. There was no doubt in her mind, this would be her biggest score ever!

"Maybe they didn't teach this in goblin social studies, but in human culture it's considered rude to enter someone's home unannounced." A stern voice called out from behind her, causing her to jump in surprise and instinctively snatch up the nearest armful of precious stuff she could. "Ruder still is to try and take what doesn't belong to you."

The prospective thief turned around slowly, regretting her decision to forgoe weapons to carry more loot. The thief raised a disbelieving eyebrow at the man before her, persumably the machinist; given his commanding voice and the amount of heavy duty metalworking that must have gone into his designs, she'd expected someone taller, older, and manlier looking than the bespectacled, clean shaven, 5'10" twenty something of average build and short cut sandy hair standing in the doorway. He looked entirely unassuming, except for the fact that he was conspicuously blocking the workshop's only exit.

The machinist, in turn, sized up the thief. She was clearly a goblin, what with her forest green skin, long arms, and pointy ears, but she definitely would've stood out among her peers. Literally, for starters, as she was about four feet tall, whereas the average goblin was a little under three and a half feet and the women skewed a little shorter still. A comparatively tall human woman would be 6 foot 4 inches. Adding to her unusual appearance, her thick head of coal black hair was swept into a messy ponytail with a tip ending at the small of her back; such a grabable hairstyle was dubious for any thief, but was particularly uncharacteristic for a goblin, given their tendency to cut their hair short or accidentally blast it all off in the persuit of mad science.

What surprised the machinist most, however, was... well... she was hot. Thick thighs, juicy hips, a shapely butt, all of it wrapped in tight leather that left his imagination little to do. On a human, her chest would've been noticably well endowed, but on her diminutive green frame she was almost cartoonishly stacked. And adding to all this, her impish ears and pronounced cheeks grabbed the eyes and pulled them straight to her plump pink lips. He couldn't believe it, somehow a thief had broen in, and he was the won who had struck the jackpot.

Relaxing his posture, assuming that if she'd had any weapons she would've drawn them already, the machinist shut the door and slouched against it, transforming himself into a condescendingly casual barricade."So, where do we go from here? I suppose I could call the city guard and have you locked away for trying to abscond with my work." He said, looking at his fingernails with mock disinterest. "Or, perhaps I could try to appeal to your good nature, talk you into going clean and making an honest living from here on out. Oh, decisons, decisions..."

The goblin chuckled nervously, eyes darting around in search of an alternate escape route. Seeing no way out but the door, she said "Well, we goblins have this old saying, you know. It goes something like... KYA!" With a quick flick of her wrist, she threw the heaviest pieces of metal in her grip right at the machinists face, sprinting forward simultaneously in the hopes of landing a lucky hit and slipping by while he recovered. Her hopes were dashed mid-dash, however, as the machinist effortlessly caught the missile with one hand and snagged the goblin's gloved wrist in the other. Lifting her off the floor by the arm, bringing her to his eye level, the goblin said "Heh, I guess that doesn't really translate so good."

"Well," The machinist joked, holding the piece he'd caught between them "Now that you know thievery will get you nowhere, perhaps you could try bartering?"

The goblin squinted, unable to comprehend the madness she was hearing. "You what?"

The machinist nodded. "I'm willing to take a minor setback to my project and part with some of my parts, provided you are willing to engage in a little haggling."

The goblin's face split into a wicked grin as she shoved everything she'd held onto into her satchel. She could hardly believe her luck, that a human so smart was actually stupid enough to haggle with a goblin; seems like she'd be robbing him blind after all! "Alright human, I've got some gold pieces burning a hole in my coinpurse. Name your starting price."

The goblins confidence vanished as swiftly as it had returned, as the machinist let go of the heavy metal contraptions and swiftly reached his freed hand around to take a hefty handful of the goblin's leather-clad ass. "I'd prefer a piece of this to a pittance of gold pieces." He said, trying to stifle laughter as he watched her wide eyed stare. Emboldened, the machinist glanced down at the fat breasts barely contained in her shirt before hoisting her higher and resting his cheek on that fine shelf of cleavage. "I'll definitely some of this, too!" he said, lowering her back to eye level. "And last but not least, a dash of this!" He said, bringing her face to his and parting her lips with his tongue.

After a long, forceful kiss, the machinist broke away, allowing the goblin to answer. Her answer, such as it was, was "Oh... uh..."

"I'm sorry, are you not a fan of my offer?" He rhetorically asked. "I've got an alternative, then! I can carry you down to the nearest guardhouse and turn you in for thievery!"

"NO!" The goblin shouted, shaking her head while clutching his shirt with her free hand. "No, no! No, it's just..." she paused, releasing his shirt and deferentially patting it back into shape, mostly to buy herself precious seconds to think. She'd traded a lot of things before, but never pussy. Assuming pussy was included in his offer, which so far it wasn't. "Just... tell me EXACTLY what you're proposing." She asked, scratching her chin in thought.

Without warning the machinist released her wrist, allowing the goblin to fall right onto her ass with a yelp and a heavy thuf. As she angrily rubbed her sore rump, the machinist said "Well, I was thinking I'd give you... a third of my parts. In exchange, you'd provide me total access to all of yours. I'll take my pick, and once I'm fully satisfied, you'll be paid and free to go on your merry way, with no legal troubles from me."

She frowned, standing up and looking him up and down. He wasn't ugly, but she wasn't into humans, either. She was really into money and not going to prison, though, and from what she'd seen, even a third of his parts would allow her to retire a very wealthy little goblin. All that wealth could be hers, at the price of her dignity. But really, what could dignity buy? Maybe a piece of candy, if you also had a coin handy.

Unable to resist the ecstasies of gold, she sighed and nodded in the same movement "Okay, fine. I... fine. I'll do it."

"Excellent! He cheered, extending a hand to shake. The goblin hesitated, but eventually took it, sealing the pact. When she tried to pull her hand out of the machinist's tight grip, his grip only tightened, trapping her hand in his while he lowered himself to one knee. He suddenly pulled her to his chest, her breasts squished against him as his arm snaked around her back and secured her to him. He kissed her again, this time much deeper and more sloppily, as the Goblin stared in shock and let her face to be moved.

Then, without any concious decision on her part, she started to return the kiss. Her bodily functions went AWOL, fully embracing the machinist, much to the annoyance of the goblin's concious mind. He wasn't THAT good a kisser, her concious mind insisted, though her mind's complaints fell on deaf ears as her body's kisses only grew more impassioned. This was probably for the best, her mind reluctantly conceded. If she was forced to do this, she may as well try to enjoy it.

As soon as she though that, of course, he pulled away and stood back up, a wide grin on his face and a noticeable tent in his pants. He confidently undid his belt, sliding both his pants and his briefs down as one and allowing his excited cock to spring out and smack the goblin right in the chin. Before she could recover, the machinist grabbed the goblin's bare right elbow with one hand and her leather clad fingers with the other, peeling her glove away and tossing it aside. As if his intentions weren't clear enough, the machinist took a step back and gave his cock a single strong pump, before releasing it with a flourish and allowing the goblin to pick up from there.

The goblin gulped. While men of her species had rather impressive endowments for their small size, they still averaged about five inches. This human, however, was fucking double that, making him not only freakishly huge by the standards of goblins, but from what she knew of human biology he was freak by their standards too. Could she really go through with this? Could she really touch that... thing?

Her hand seemed to think so, as it gingerly rose and reached out on a will of its own. She stopped it, sighed, and took a deep breath. Then, she took the plunge, wrapping her small fingers around his long shaft.

A heat much more intense than she was expecting radiated across her palm as his pulse traveled up the length of his cock. She felt his veins rise and fall in her grip, the pace quickening the longer she held it. She slid her hand up his cock, watching as the skin was pulled up to its head before being drawn back down as her hand moved toward his pelvis, completing her first pump. She tilted her head up with a blank expression, as if asking "What now?" When the machinist nodded and motioned for her to continue, she obeyed, shifting her gaze back down to the literal task at hand. She pumped again, and again, and again, her movements becoming more fluid as she built up steam. She breathed deep, knowing the sooner she finished, the sooner she finished.

Many minutes passed, each every joint in the goblin's right arm grew sore, and she knew there was a problem. Her hand was simply too small for this job. The freakish ten inches of flesh jutting from his pelvis was too much meat for her tiny goblin hand to effectively beat. Not with just the one hand, anway. Huffing, the goblin kept pumping while she brought her still gloved hand to her mouth and bit down on the leather clothing her middle finger before yanking the glove off with her triangular teeth. While she really would've liked to keep at least one hand clean, she reasoned she could buy an entire soap factory with the fortune she'd make tonight. She spat the glove aside and grabbed his shaft with both hands, pumping with spiteful force. The added surface area and power didn't go unrewarded, as the human let out a hot sigh of delight that dropped onto her head and slid though her thick black hair.

Precum slowly began dribbling out his dick and onto the goblin's nearer hand, prompting a reaction somewhere between a retch and an embarrassed giggle from the greenskin. Seeing the goalposts in that thin liquid, the goblin held her breath and slid her palm over head of his manhood, coating her skin in natural lubricant and continuing to pump.

When the machinist knew he couldn't hold back any longer, he made a move. Without warning, he grabbed her head in both hands and shoved his dick down her throat as he came, knocking her hands away as he shot his load into the back of her throat. Unable to breath with such a long, thick, cum spewing obstruction in her throat, the goblin tried to push the machinist away before she literally choked to death on his dick, but she simply couldn't overpower him. "Ah ah ah! You're not finished yet, not until you've cleaned up your mess!" He said, brushing a few stray strands of hair back so she could properly look up at him.

With her vision blurred with tears and the fuzziness of impending unconciousness, she glared up at the smug fucker long enough to cast him her most spiteful death glare, then returned her gaze to his smoothly shaven pelvis as she did her best to clean off his rod beffore she passed out. She rolled her tongue along the underside of his shaft, scraping off as much cum as she could and spooning it to the back of her throat where it slowly, painfully slowly, slipped past his dick and slid down her throat. Soon, all the goblin could taste was cum, and...

It wasn't awful. It was quite salty and a bit meaty, not pleasantly so, but she'd willingly paid for and eaten meals worse than this. By the time she slurped down the last drops, her eyes fluttering and her lips twitching in a way that could easily be mistaken for kissing, she almost thought his flavor may have been starting to grow on her. Though, perhaps that was just the delusions of her asphyxiating brain trying to make her final moments more bearable.

The goblin didn't feel her fall, only the shock of hitting the ground. Likewise she didn't remember breathing again, but acutely felt her entire body convulse in a coughing fit as precious air flooded back into her. She spent a long time just reacquanting herself with inhaling and exhaling, before spitting out between greedy drags of air "What. The. Hell is. Your problem?!"

"Sorry, were you not done?" The machinist teased, scratching his head in feigned confusion.

"Why you piece of..." she began, the purple hue tinting her green cheeks turning pink. "Look, I did what you wanted you sick freak. Give me my parts and get the fuck out of my way."

He stroked his chin, then answered "...No."

"No? What do you mean no?!" She demanded, with cheeks now red with fury.

"I mean no." He chuckled. "I told you I'd give you your reward after I was 'fully satisfied', and as you can see, I've just warmed up!" He said, motioning at his cock. A cock which, to the amazement and horror of the goblin, was almost fully erect in spite of blowing its load no more than two minutes ago.

"I!... That is absolutely not!... you can't!..." She stammered, too furious to form a coherent train of thought.

"Look, I'm not asking you to perform any crazy fetish things here. You won't be crammed into bondage gear or forced to shit a diaper or jack off a horse or anything. Everything I'm asking for is entirely conventional." He reasoned, trying both to contextualize and rationalize his desires.

She was silent for a long time, before her head sank in a sigh "Fine... but let me make one thing clear. I am NOT going to be the first woman in my guild to be knocked up by some creepy human... creep! If we're... if you plan on putting it in there, you're wearing a condom. No arguing!"

"I'll pull out!" He promised, though his leer was less than convincing.

"NO. ARGUING." She reasserted, shakily rising to her feet so she could properly put her foot down.

"Fine." He relented, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Anyway let's take this show to my room and... um... hmm... actually, I think we're going to need to take this to your house."

The goblin narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"I don't have a bed." The machinist admitted, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I sleep in a hammock, not really suited for sex, and unless you want to do it on the floor, which..." he motioned at the floor of his workshop, which was coated in a thick layer of wood and metal shavings. "I mean, is your place far away?

She shook her head. "No, it's not far, but... look, I don't want anyone seeing me leave with you. My clan would never let me live it down, and if word spread about this whole... thing..."

"Oh, so the thief suddenly cares about her public image?" The machinist asked skeptically.

"thievery is a noble profession among goblins! Getting all frisky with an human? Less so." She countered, walking over to his drawing table and picking up a piece of paper and pen. "Look, here's my address. You show up in half an hour WITH THE MACHINERY I'M OWED, and I'll do... whatever." She offered, handing him the sheet of paper.

The machinist considered this. The goblin could be lying, this could be a fake address, and he could be letting her go with everything she'd already shoved into her satchel. It was no small haul. But, as he observed the note, these ideas seemed less and less plausible. She was a goblin after all, and while lying was second nature to them, getting money? That was first nature. He pulled up his pants up and shoved the note into his pocket. "Alright, I'll play ball. I'll be there in half an hour. I suggest you use that time to freshen up."

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Her door was unlocked. The machinist didn't know if that was deliberate, or yet more carelessness on behalf of the thief. He entered her home either way, locking the door behind him. Unlike the goblin, he'd brought a weapon of his own tucked away in his bag, though of course if she had rounded up a party of prepared ambushers the machinist would still be at a severe disadvantage. That said, there didn't appear to be any kind of ambush awaiting him, and what was more surprising, the goblin's home was actually rather nice by the standards of goblins. While not exactly spic and span, the space was washed and its clutter was containted to distinct piles hugging the corners and walls, leaving plenty of space to walk through. The machinist took advantage of this, exploring the home in search of its owner. His search led him to her bedroom, where the sound of rushing water and off-key whistling could be heard through a door tucked in the corner. Smiling, the machinist set his bag of parts beside her bed. He'd almost regret making this deal, while he was packing the parts up, but if things went according to plan, this trade was going to pay out massive dividends. He wasn't just going to fuck her, he was going to fulfill the ultimate desire of his animal brain, the basest beastial urge. He was going to make her a mommy.

Silence filled the room, the shower apparently over. What followed was the sound of rustling cloth, footsteps, then the click of a lock disenging and the twist of a doorknob, which revealed a sopping wet goblin with matted black streaks of hair clinging to her glistening green skin, wrapped in a teasingly tiny white bath towel that started halfway down her hefty cleavage and ended halfway up her thick thighs.

"You're early." She grumbled, unpleasantly surprised to see the machinist already at her bedside, smiling smugly like the bastard he was. He wasn't supposed to arrive for another ten minutes, and she'd still been in the middle of preparing for him, both physically and mentally. "Did anyone see you come in?" She asked, glancing at her windows to ensure the shades were drawn.

"I don't know." The machinist answered, shrugging. "I wasn't checking."

"You... UGH... whatever, did you bring the parts?" She demanded, folding her arms over her chest to cover the cleavage poking out from her towel.

"Of course, I'm a man of my word!" He said, motioning to his bag. She charged for the bag, but the Machinist snatched it first and held it high over his own head. "Woah there, slow down! Do you even know what you're trading for? What I've been working on?"

The goblin raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah? I mean, pretty much. According to your blueprints you're making some sort of humanoid automaton, powered by magic. It's why you need all the precision motors and joints and stuff."

"Very perceptive!" The machinist mirthfully replied, setting the bag on the bed behind him. "Though, to be honest, you're underselling my talents. What I'm building is no mere automaton, but an android with full human functionality, capable of doing anything a human can. It'll be able to uild a house, operate airship, read and write originally generated sentences, it'll even be able to socialize and interact with humans emotionally!" He boasted.

"Uh, okay?" The goblin said, standing on her tip toes in an attempt to see inside his bag. "That's cool and all, but I doubt you came all this way just to stroke your own ego."

"Well, as I said, this machine will be capable of doing ANYTHING a human can. As such, it require all appropriate external anatomy." He explained, sifting through his bag. "It needed opposable thumbs, two eyes facing forward in the head, toes to help it balance, and of course it wouldn't be much of a mechanical man without... this!"

The goblin stared wordlessly at the metal and porcelain set of cock and balls the machinist presented so proudly. On the one hand, the seven inch long mechanical junk was a remarkably well crafted and elegantly designed device. But on the other hand, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"It's not technically functional, not without being connected to the pelvic superstructure and wired to the artificial brain to receive signals and respond to stimuli." The machinist explained, as if the goblin hadn't even spoken. "But even so, it's a neat toy."

"A toy? Wait, are you... NO!" She said, backing away in disgust. "No, no I am not going to put that THING inside me, you freak!"

"Oh please, how is it any different from a dildo?" The machinist asked, waving the intricately detailed thing at her face. "Besides, I thought it'd be helpful to loosen you up. Not to further stroke my ego, but this is a SCALED DOWN model of what I'm packing."

She opened her mouth to argue, only to realize he had a point. She'd nearly shuffled off this mortal coil choking on his cock, if she weren't sufficiently prepared to take him, she'd be ripped in two. Besides, getting her hands on the device would let her get a much better appraisal of its craftsmanship. It would be useful for gauging its value, if nothing else.

She snatched the mechanical cock away wordlessly, avoiding eye contact. Smiling, the machinist slid up to the head of the bed, giving her the space she needed to operate. The goblin looked the device over, mostly as a stalling tactic, before finally sliding a finger into her cleavage and tugging the tightly wound towel away. The cloth fell with a damp flump, and while the machinist said nothing, his eyes did plenty of talking. His pupils dilated as he ogled her chest, his eyelids fluttered as he scanned her navel, his expression was one of sheer elation as he looked over her cleanly shaved and unplundered womanhood. He was dumbstruck, and as much as the goblin couldn't believe it, she was in some strange way proud that she could provoke such a strong response with nothing but a disrobe. Then, she remembered the dildo and dick about to go inside her, and some of that pride vanished.

She sat down at the foot of her bed, spreading her legs so he could get a better view. She knew he'd request she do that anyway, so why be difficult, right? Gripping the toy by the balls, she slowly slid it an inch inside her, wincing as it pushed her flesh aside. It was mercifully smooth and thoroughly polished, with only the slightest of bumps where the joints responsible for erecting and lowering it were. That said, it was still thicker than any toy she'd ever owned, and when she tried to push it further inside her the goblin discovered she could only get half the shaft down before she had to pull back. She paused, giving herself a moment to steel herself. This mechanical manhood alone would fetch more gold than she'd ever seen, much less the rest of the parts she was going to get. She could do this. She would do this. For the money. She made another attempt, managing to squeeze two thirds of the toy inside herself before she had to retreat and regroup. On the third attempt, 3/5ths went up, and so on and so forth. Higher and higher the cock climbed, her motions gaining a measured rhythm as she acclimated herself to its girth. She rose to her knees, where she could ride the toy for greater leverage and penetration, and clutched its balls tightly in her left hand while her right began squeezed her breast. The added excitement loosened her, letting her sink further and further down the shaft. She bit her lip as her head snapped skyward, catching a moan before it could escape She wasn't enjoying this! She couldn't give him the satisfaction of enjoying this! This was, for her, nothing but a transaction!

When she wrangled her head back down she locked eyes with the smiling and completely nude machinist, who held his swollen cock without stroking it. How'd he undressed so fast? How long was she stuck staring at the ceiling suppressing moans? She stared a few moments longer, waiting for him to do something, then frowned. "Uh, you gonna... do anything with that?" She asked, pointing at his unjerked dick.

He laughed. "Do you want me to?"

She blushed, rolling her eyes. She'd walked right into that. Trying to save face, she wordlessly continued to ride her toy, taking a pointed interest in a random corner of the room as the machinist began loudly beating off. He tugged in time with her bouncing body, mimicking her motions as he fantasized about what was soon to come, when metal and pottery rod was replaced with his flesh and blood. Fantasy, however, had never been enough for the machinist. He was a man who did, who always had to be part of the action. And soon, without so much as a word, he got to his knees and tossed his glasses in the direction of the bedside nightstand. The goblin gasped as the machinist plunged his face into her her cleavage, burying his nose between her breasts as he wrapped the hand not presently engaged in jerking off around her back and squeezed her buxom into him. She moaned loudly and uncontrollably as his recently cut hair and angular facial features dug into her skin. Her jaw clenched shut in a strange mix of fury, embarrassment, and pleasure when he thoroughly motor-boated her. And when he dragged his face across her right breast, leaving a trail of saliva behind before snapping up and suckling on her pert nipple, her jaw dropped and released a noise that no human could possibly replicate. It was a goblin battlecry, and it meant business.

She shoved the machinist away and onto his back with surprising strength, her body operating on a will of its own while her conscious mind was rendered nothing more than a passenger. She watched, horrified but unable to stop herself, as her body fell into his lap and slid his cock between her breasts with a wet slap. She felt his veins wriggle against her soft skin, felt his head poke out from between her tits and jab her in the chin, and felt her own hands grab those tits and shake them up and down, squeezing and pulling her tender flesh on a volition their own as she unconsciously worked him. At the same time, her hips slammed down on the toy still inside her, finally managing to bury it to the base. She was going to cum!

Her knees locked up as a wave of pleasure rolled up from her groin and down from her breasts, meeting in her gut to form a hurricane of sensation. She let out a cry that in all probability could be heard from the next city over, unable to control herself as her body simply overloaded. In the midst of her ecstasy, the goblin saw her partner was likewise on the precipice, and without thinking she firmly shoved her breasts against his pelvis and took his tip between in her lips. He came in her mouth for the second time that day, and to the goblin's stunned horror, she actually found herself enjoying this second sampling more than the first. Why was her body enjoying this?!

She swallowed hard, reaching back and drawing the dildo out of herself in two pulls. She was sweating profusely, making her already damp flesh look like she'd just taken a cannonball into a grimy pool. She set the metal manhood carefully on her nightstand, inspecting it for any damage before flopping back into the machinist's lap.

"...Are they both mechanical?" She asked, flicking the tip of his somehow still fully erect dick.

"All flesh." He answered proudly, flexing his groin muscles so his rod twitched in salute. "But if you don't believe me, please feel free to do more testing."

"Just shut up and get this over with." The goblin spat back, her aggravated huff rolling over his sensitive head in a way that, to her further annoyance, the machinist clearly enjoyed.

"Ready for the finale already? You're a feisty one." He teased, before more seriously adding "Alright then, turn around and get down on your hands and knees."

"After you put a condom on!" She said, sitting up and folding her arms across her chest.

He frowned, having hoped she would've forgotten in all this excitement. Still, he had a backup plan to plant his seed. "Just a minute." He said, reaching over into his bag. After digging around for a suspiciously long time, he retrieved a rubber, unwrapped it, and slid it down his shaft. He winced, as the uncomfortable thing bit into skin, but he assured himself he wouldn't be wearing it too long. "There, happy?" He asked, throwing his arms out dramatically.

The goblin shook her head. "Not really. But a deal's a deal, so..." She shimmed herself around and rested her palms on the bed's footboard, presenting her womanhood as requested. He shuffled down the bed, his fingers clenching in delight as he positioned himself between her legs. It took some time to get a good angle, and while her warm up had certainly loosened up and lubricated her, the differences in human and goblin body geometry still made insertion something of a puzzle. Being an experienced engineer, however, the machinist found his angle, fingers sinking into her shapely hips as the protruding tip of his condom brushed against the outer folds of her labia.

"Ready?" He asked, squeezing her hips.

"As I'll ever be." She confirmed, and the machinist took that not-glowing approval and launched himself inside her. She gasped in pain, her warm up only helping so much. This was a different beast entirely; thicker, longer, rougher, and really, really hot. Physically. Like someone had shoved a torch inside her. For a time, she could only gaze into the middle distance, eyes glazing over and mouth agape, then she shuddered, and a low uneven groan escaped.

The machinist too was going through a period of adjustment, wincing at the tightness of the goblin. He'd greatly overestimated how much the dildo would open her up, and now found himself struggling both to push deeper or pull back, her muscles contracting like they were trying to hold him still. Or like they wanted him to be inside there forever. He leered, chuckling as he fought to pull back, bathing in the sensation of her body craving him. It didn't matter what she'd said, how she acted, her body had betrayed her. It knew, deep down, what she wanted. She wanted this. She wanted him. Even if she wouldn't admit it. Even if she loathed the idea of it.

After his cavalier entrance, the machinist switched to slow and short thrusts, working his way up her body in fractions of inches. With each thrust, each grunt, each impact, her firm butt cheeks were brought closer to his pelvis, until with a final deafening slap he buried himself completely. He stopped, not quite believing what he was seeing. Goblins did have internal organs, right? No matter what the propaganda said, they weren't just empty tubes of meat, right? Surely he had to have punctured a lung or something by now, right? Deciding now might be a good time to check if the goblin was indeed still alive, the Machinist asked "How are you hanging in there?"

A wheeze was her initial reply, her mind too full to think. Sweat poured off her forehead as she fought for each breath, and her fingernails were buried so deeply into her wooden footboard she half expected them to snap off when she tried to extricate them. Her breathing was as shallow as she could make it, as just the movement of breathing had his cock twitch inside her like it was trying to burrow clean through to her mouth. She'd never be able to look at a stuck pig the same way again, though she doubted the pig would command its cook "Hurry. Up. Human. ASSHOLE!"

The machinist laughed his hearty laugh, making the goblin dry heave as his shaft shook inside her. "I'll assume 'asshole' is goblin for 'please'." He teased, dragging himself back, allowing the goblin to take one good breath with the pressure on her insides released, before starting up again more slowly. He held her hips more gently now, thrusting with a more controlled and less ambitious rhythm, and the goblin's body reciprocated the kind gesture by shifting her butt back and forth all on her own. He watched her body move, the small of her back arching as she slapped her ass against his stomach, her head tilting back as they moved like clockwork. It was magnificent, but oddly enough it was seeing her teeth that most excited the machinist, the way she closed her eyes and bit the corner of her lip with those pointed triangular pearls. That's what really got to him, that look of excitement and pleasure. He was totally rocking her tiny world.

He was engulfed in warmth, and before he knew what was happening, his condom was filled. Despite the climax, the machinist kept going, thinking he still had a final load and determined to deliver it raw.

He took hold of her long black hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling it back tightly. Her head snapped back, eyes flying open and immediately meeting the machinist's determined stare. He pulled again, harder, and the goblin's nails slid up her footboard. Again, harder, and her torso was raised into a half sitting position. Again, harder, and she was being fucked while sitting up, her shoulders pressed against his chest and her arms now hanging limply at her sides. He yanked her head to the side and bit lightly but firmly into the side of her neck, simultaneously reaching around and grabbing her breast for a two pronged assault. The goblin thrashed like a fish on the end of a line, her arms snatching at the machinist's own short hair, fingers digging into the sides of his head as her body convulsed. Unlike the man, her peak seemed less like a mountaintop and more like a plateau, her toes clenching into the sheets and her knees locking into place as the machinist continued to nibble at her neck and fondle at her breast until she simply slumped over in his lap, exhausted.

The machinist lowered himself to his side, carrying the goblin with him as he dropped to the bed. Once comfortable, he pulled her up and off his dick, bringing her head closer to his so he could kiss her cheek. He continued to caress her breast as they spooned, both tired but craving more. Even if only one of them was happy about that. "So, my sweet little green bean, on a scale of one to ten, how good was that?"

The goblin scoffed, very intently ignoring his question and instead asking one of her own. "Green bean? Really? That's the nickname you decided to go with?"

The machinist shrugged, pulling her in for a closer snuggle as he did. "What? You DO have one. Besides, naming was never really my forte. Sexing up plump little goblins, though? That seems to be a natural talent of mine."

"Yeah, 'natural talent'. Right. Like you haven't been practicing your moves on some glass-eyed fuck-bot, you creep." She retorted.

Much to her delight, this seemed to cut through the machinist's swaggering air of superiority and genuinely offend him, his groping coming to an abrupt halt. While he tried to make a witty remark, the best he could do was "Hey!" followed by a rough slap on the giggling goblin's hind which only made her more chipper.

"Admit it, you totally invented a metal bimbo and have been banging away at it every night!" She teased, rolling around to face him. "I bet you named her something like... Steela! No, wait, Irona!"

"Ha ha. You're a real comedian." He said with a huff. "Heh, actually do you know who I bet would love to hear your jokes? Your next door neighbors! I'll go and tell them right now, right after I tell them about how much you enjoyed getting banged like a war drum!"

As the machinist sat up, the goblin quickly sprung to her knees, trying to shove her bedfellow back down. "NO! No you don't! I swear if you breathe a single word of this to anyone, I'll-"

The machinist easily swatted her arm away. "You'll what? Sue me for slander? Need I remind you which of us tried to steal from the other? Need I ALSO remind you that you don't get paid until I am, quote, 'fully satisfied with your demonstration'. And let me tell you, I could go for some more satisfying."

"What are you-" She started, before casting her gaze down at "OH COME ON! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!" She complained, staring at his still very much erect manhood. Even by the standards of goblin men, known throughout the realms for their vigor, this stamina would be absurd. She'd gotten him off three times already, how was he not even a little softer? He had to have some kind of bionic enhancement under his skin, or maybe he was actually a robot himself. This simply couldn't be human.

"What can I say? I've got a lot of energy. What about you? Have enough energy left to earn your reward? If you're not feeling up to it I could always take my toys and go home." He said, jerking a thumb toward the door.

Her fists clenched hard enough to crush coal to diamonds. He wasn't going to get off thrice and skip out on paying his debt. It was one thing to threaten a goblin's honor, but her pay? That was too far. As he took in a breath to speak, the goblin reeled back and performed a leaping uppercut, decking him square in the eye and dropping him to the bed. The goblin clambered onto the downed dickhead's dick head and hissed "Listen here. I did NOT come this far to be cheated. I am getting what I am owed. I will fucking fuck the fucking life out of you, do you understand?"

"Prove it." The machinist said, rubbing his bruised eye and smiling. He'd played her like a damn fiddle. All he had to do now was outlast her.

She began riding him like a rented mule, her arms pressed firmly against his gut and squishing her boobs together as they bounced vigorously. Despite the tightness and pain, she kept going, moving as quickly as her burning thighs allowed. For his part, the machinist laid back and clutched the sides of the bed for dear life, closing his eyes and concentrating on everything but the sex. This had gone from a sprint to the finish to a war of attrition, and the machinist wasn't going to be defeated. He couldn't climax yet, he needed to fill her with his seed, and to do that, he needed her too mentally and physically exhausted to resist. He needed her body to crave it, and her mind to accept it as inevitable.

To his relief, she was nearing the end of her rope, each hop less frenzied than the last. She pressed on valiantly, gyrating her pelvis for added sensation in a desperate struggle to get him off and claim her prize, but in the end she couldn't carry on. Her shoulders slumped, her head sank, and with a heavy thud she touched down for the last time, swaying drunkenly as ragged gasps fell onto her breasts.

Taking hold of her hips, the machinist hoisted her off of his dick and set her down at the foot of the bed, laying a pillow beneath her weary head more to prop it up than as any show of kindness. "Well, looks like you're just about done." He said, resting his palms beside her torso as he leaned over her body.

"Nuh-uh. I can... I still... you owe me..." She feebly replied.

"No. Don't you remember the whole 'completely satisfied' thing we discussed earlier?" He said, shaking his head. "Now if you want to know the good news, it's that I'm in the home stretch. I can feel this one's going to be the grand finale. If you think you're up for it-"

"YES!" She interjected, "Just... go. Do it. Get it over with. I'm getting those parts. You're not... leaving... not without paying."

"You really are tenacious, aren't you?" He said. Rising into a seated position, he reached towards his crotch, not breaking eye contact as he very slowly and deliberately pulled the condom off. Tying off the open end so as to not spill its contents, the machinist set the filled rubber aside.

The goblin lifted her head up. "What..."

"I'm not going to be satisfied until I get to feel that lovely patch of flesh between your legs, first hand. This is the last thing I'll ask of you, I swear. After this, I'll be gone and you'll have my machinery. Free. Isn't that what you want?" He asked.

The goblin didn't say anything. Instead, she spoke with her body, her head lowering back down onto the pillow, her eyes closing, and her legs spreading. That was what she wanted. Taking his cue, the machinist straddled her, placing his hands on either side of her head. Satisfied with his angle, he leaned in and gave the goblin a kiss. To his surprise, she reciprocated without hesitation, her tongue meeting his like a long lost friend.

Then, he began thrusting.

After all of his prior theatrics, the machinist worked efficiently here. This is what he'd been waiting for, the feeling of their most intimate flesh dragging across one another. He was fulfilling his animal duty, the most primal pleasure centers of his brain going haywire as he drew back and thrust into his prize. She could take his mound of gears and wires, he couldn't care less at this point. He had a much better mound to claim as his reward!

She too was rather visibly enjoying the feeling of his raw tool inside her, her body reflexively digging its knees into the man's sides as her lower half squirmed with delight and her hands draped over his shoulders on instinct. It was certainly a rougher experience than both the toy and the lubricated rubber, but... rougher was better. She couldn't even lie to herself about that, it really was in a league its own. On some level, she still hated herself for enjoying this, but that didn't change the fact that she WAS enjoying this. She'd have to sort out her thoughts at some point, what all this meant, why she allowed a human to sleep with her and in all likelihood knock her up, and most importantly why she liked it despite every logical part of her brain knowing she shouldn't. Those questions would require deep introspection. Introspection for later. For now was sexy time, and her body was enjoying it. A lot.

She could feel the tremors before the eruption, the machinist's manhood vibrating rapidly within her as his last load traveled up the pipeline. He wasn't going to pull out, and the goblin wasn't going to shove him away. They were really going to do this.

Fire. That's what she felt inside her as he delivered his final thrust and sprayed his seed deep within her womb. Fire. Pure undiluted heat, swirling around inside her body. Her jaw dropped open as fire filled her, low and guttural moans pouring from her lips as liquid heat poured into her. Glistening golden stars filled her vision as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the world fluttering in and out of focus as the warmth spread up from her gut and into every part of her. Spreading in waves of until her whole body was engulfed. Until her whole body was shaking. Until she reached paradise.

She wasn't sure how long it lasted, she wasn't sure how long she'd been lying on her bed simply staring up at the ceiling and gasping. She was only sure of two things.

She'd never felt so good before, and her job was done. The machinist was now splayed over her, his chest weighing heavily against her own while his head was slumped beside hers. She could here he was in much the same state, wheezing like a chain smoker who just ran a marathon. She wondered if she should kick him to the curb now or wait until dark so he was less likely to be seen leaving.

She decided to wait. At least until she was done bathing in the afterglow.