Fancy-Free Favors

Author's Note:

The prompt for this story was "goblin girl stuck-porn". That said, this was the starting point, and the story drifts in a different direction almost immediately.

If you'd prefer to skip ahead to the sex scene(s), instructions are encoded in ROT13 below.

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Never forget, 'dubious consent' does not exist in real life; there is only 'consent' and 'nonconsent'. Rational people use safewords and contraceptives.

All characters engaging in sexually explicit activity are above the age of consent for their relevant species.

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"Motherfucker!"

A shout from outside drew my attention away from the food I was preparing. I set the spoon on the edge of the stock pot and wiped my hands on a towel tucked into my belt.

I stepped outside to investigate the source of the noise. Rounding the corner of my cabin, I spotted a moving form sticking from the far wall. Small, clawed feet scrabbled at the loose dirt, ineffectually trying to free their owner from the basement window.

Stuck in the wall, I saw a small figure with pale, yellow-green skin, short claws, and ripped, road-worn clothes -- more like rags really.

A goblin then. More specifically, the backside of one, stuck halfway through my basement window. All I could see was her ass, which was, quite frankly, rather nice. That being said, she had almost certainly gotten trapped in an attempt to break in.

I decided to confront her.

"Goddamn it!" The goblin's voice was gruff, high-pitched, and filled with frustration and anger as she struggled against the wall, her tiny fists pounding against the wooden surface. "I don't

fucking

believe it!"

As I approached, her outburst continued, voice echoing through the quiet evening air. "Gods damned stupid wall! Stuck! Stuck!"

My feet crunched on the gravel as I drew near. Hearing the noise, the goblin's frantic movements ceased abruptly, and a low growl emanated from her throat. She twisted in the window, trying to catch a glimpse of me.

"Who the fuck are you?" she snarled, voice laced with irritation.

"The person you were trying to rob."

The goblin's ears twitched at my words, and for a brief moment, there was a heavy silence, save for the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze.

The moment of peace was interrupted by a harsh, grating laugh from the goblin woman.

"Rob? You think I was tryin' to rob you, you stupid fuck?" she spat.

"If you weren't trying to rob me," I paused, "then why are you, uh, stuck in my wall?"

The goblin's laughter faded into a series of wet, phlegmy coughs before she responded. After a moment to catch her breath, she barked, "Why do you think, dumbshit? I was trying to get the fuck out of this shithole, not rob your pathetic ass!"

"You were trying to... get

out

of this shithole by breaking

into

my cabin?"

The goblin girl snorted. "Breakin' in, breakin' out, what's the fuckin' difference?" she retorted. "Your shack was in the way of my path, and now I'm stuck."

I considered this for a moment.

"You could've... walked around it?" I asked.

The goblin tensed, projecting an air of uncertainty and frustration. I could almost hear the two-or-three gears turning in her head as she processed my suggestion.

Though, then again, maybe that was all way off the mark. It was tough to read her body language given that I was, essentially, just staring at her ass.

"Walk around it?" she repeated, voice rising in pitch as she stifled another harsh laugh. "You think I didn't fucking try that, you cock-brained twat?"

I stared at my small cabin and the miles of empty plain around it in both directions.

"I... assumed you hadn't?" I said. "Because if you had, you wouldn't be stuck halfway into my basement."

"Assumed, huh? You assume a lot for a fuckin' meatbag," she hissed, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Do you

assume

this is where I wanted to end up? Stuck like a fuckin' pig, my ass hangin' out for the world to see?"

"Maybe? I'm honestly not sure. Your plan makes no sense."

The goblin's face, what little I could see of it, twisted into a grimace of fury and embarrassment. "Plan? You think this was part of some grand fuckin' plan?" she snarled. "I was running from somethin' a lot bigger and a whole lot meaner than your sorry ass, and your shithole of a home was the closest fucking hiding spot!"

"What were you running from?" I asked.

The goblin's rage seemed to falter for a moment, replaced by a moment of fear -- as if the mere mention of her pursuer might summon it.

"A big nasty dollop of not your fuckin' business, that's what," she grumbled, though I could hear a distinct note of fear beneath her bravado.

I crossed my arms, considering the wriggling creature before me.

"I mean, if it could attack me, then yeah, it kind of is my business," I said.

Her defiant posture sagged slightly, a note of resignation creeping into her voice. "You wanna know so bad?" she asked. "I was running from a gods damned troll. A big, ugly motherfucker with a taste for goblin meat."

"And where is this troll now?"

"Shit, I dunno, you think I stopped to fucking ask?" she snapped. "Could be close, could be far, but it's not somethin' I wanna stick around to fuckin' find out!"

"So, you were running from this troll, tried to sneak into my basement, and got stuck?"

I could see the girl's cheeks flushing ochre-green as she responded. "Yeah, fuckass, that's what happened. Thought I could slip through, maybe find a nice place to hide, but this fat ass of mine had other plans."

"Yeah, I can see that," I said.

Through the window, I could see the goblin's ears twitch, her embarrassment momentarily distorted by a flash of annoyance. "Oh you can see that, can you?" she snapped, wiggling her rear suggestively. "Well! I'm glad my misfortune is providing you with some entertainment, you voyeuristic prick!"

I scrutinized the trapped goblin, searching her calves and thighs for signs of deception. Despite her coarse words and blustering demeanor, I thought I could detect flickers of genuine fear and desperation when she mentioned the troll. The way her voice cracked and limbs never stopped struggling against the window frame further convinced me of her belief in the imminent danger she'd brought to my doorstep.

"Alright, fine. I'll help get you out and then we can go use the door like normal people," I said.

The goblin's struggles grew still. "And why the fuck should I trust you?" she growled. "You could be luring me into a false sense of security, only to stab me in the back once we're inside."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Do you really have a better option?"

The goblin was quiet for a moment, presumably as she weighed her limited options.

"Fine. Get me the fuck outta here, and I promise I won't stick a knife in your kidneys right away."

"Well, see, things like that make me not want to help you."

The goblin flailed around ineffectually, scratching small cuts into the wooden frame. "Fuck!" she shouted. "You're really gonna be that difficult about this? Whaddya want from me, a fuckin' blood oath? Cause if you come around this side of the window I'd be happy to help you draw some blood with my fuckin'

teeth

!"

I shrugged, though she probably couldn't see it.

"I'd like you not to stab me if I decide to help you out."

She stewed quietly for longer than I would have liked, before grudgingly relenting.

"Fine, you smug prick," she spat. "No stabbing. Happy now?" She twisted her hips impatiently, the fabric of her rags catching on the rough edges of the wall.

I stepped forward and knelt to get level with her. With a firm grip, I wrapped my hands around the goblin's squirming hips, the rough fabric of her rags beneath my fingers. Her skin -- what I could feel of it -- was tough, like that of a drumhead, and surprisingly warm.

She stiffened at my touch, a low growl rumbling in her throat, but didn't resist as I prepared to pull.

"Alright, fucker," she grunted, bracing herself against the wall. "Pull me out before I change my mind and gnaw your hand off."

I took a deep breath, planting my feet firmly in the gravel for better leverage. With a swift tug, I heaved backwards, kicking a foot out to press against the wall.

The goblin came free of the window with the sound of wood breaking, momentum causing her to tumble backwards into my arms. I stumbled under her weight, but managed to keep my footing, holding her close as she regained her balance. She was lighter than I expected, a compact mass of lean muscle and soft curves.

"Fucking finally." The goblin girl squirmed in my grasp, feet scrambling for purchase on the gravel as she regained her footing.

With a huff, she wrenched from my hold, taking a few unsteady steps away before turning around to face me.

She winced slightly at the movement, and I could see harsh scrapes and splinters along either side of her torso, thin lines of blood dripping down along her waist.

Glancing over at the window, the frame appeared to have broken in two spots, folding slightly outward when the goblin came free. With a sigh, I picked up a nearby log I used for splitting wood, and placed it in front of the open window, resolving to fix it properly at a later date.

I turned back to the goblin, now freed from her wooden entrapment, and allowed my gaze to roam over her, taking in the full extent of her disheveled appearance.

Her rags, tattered and filthy, hung loosely from her small frame, appearing literally be a potato sack she cut holes in, and then tied around the waist with a length of rope. Her skin was a yellow-green, with tan undertones, mottled with patches of slightly darker color -- like overlarge freckles. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of amber, the iris taking up the majority of her visible eye, with only a hint of dark brown sclera near the edges. Her slitted pupils were drawn thin as she glared at me, a mixture of defiance and fear in her expression.

She had large, pointed ears and an upturned, almost porcine nose, which lent her an appearance reminiscent of a bat. This impression was reinforced as she grimaced, revealing a set of extra cuspids alongside pointed upper incisors, almost long enough to peek out of her lips.

Her hair was dirt blonde, though that may have been due to the layers of dirt, sweat, and gods knew what else plastering it to her scalp.

She crossed her arms over her chest, the motion causing her breasts to squish together under the dirty fabric, creating a somewhat distracting sight despite the grime.

"The fuck are you staring at, pervert?" she snapped. "Never seen a goblin before, or are you just admiring my impeccable fashion sense?"

"I'm evaluating the loud, annoying stranger that I'm considering letting into my home."

Her eyes narrowed further at my words, lips curling into a snarl as she took a step towards me.

"Letting into your home? Who the fuck said anything about me wanting to stay in your stinking shithole of a cabin, you presumptuous, arrogant prick?" she spat out, voice echoing through the evening air.

I stared at her for a moment. "Well in that case, good luck then."

I turned around and began walking back towards the door.

Before I even managed a step towards the safety of my cabin, a voice called out from behind me.

"Wait!" she yelled, voice tinged with a note of desperation. I paused, looking back to see her standing there, hands wringing the edge of her ragged garment, gaze flickering between me and the rapidly encroaching nightfall. "Fine, I... I'll come inside."

I silently opened the door, creaking along its rusty hinges, and gestured the girl into my house.

A warm glow from the hearth cast shadows across the room, illuminating the homemade furniture and various signs of occupation scattered haphazardly around. I stepped inside, allowing the her to enter.

She stopped at the threshold, her eyes darting from the warmth of the fire to the dark, foreboding plains behind her. With a muttered curse, she stomped past me, the scent of damp earth and something decidedly more feral wafting off her as she brushed by.

"Don't get any fucking ideas, asshole," she said.

"You wish."

The goblin's ears twitched at the retort. She shot me a glare over her shoulder, eyes narrowing as she looked me over.

"What's that supposed to mean, you cocky shit?"

"Figure it out," I said.

Her face contorted with anger, the greenish hue of her skin darkening to an almost chartreuse shade as she processed my response.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" she spat stalking back towards me, her body tensed like a coiled spring. "Think you can just just stand there and taunt me, think you can just..." Her tirade trailed off as her gaze inadvertently trailed down my body, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face before she quickly looked away, her cheeks darkening.

"F-forget it," she grumbled, turning her back on me and stomping further into the room. "I don't have time for your games. I need to find a way to get out of this fucking valley before that troll finds me."

As she began pacing and cursing under her breath, I walked over to my wardrobe and began rummaging through my things for some clothes I didn't mind losing. After a minute I managed to gather a simple shirt and some boxers, along with a clean towel.

I returned to the goblin and proffered the clothing. "Here. I have a decanter of endless water and a warming stone set up in the bathroom. Go wash up."

She eyed the clothes suspiciously, her nose wrinkling as if she'd never seen such items before.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?" She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, smushing her breasts together again in a way I was finding increasingly enticing.

"Graves, you're a mess, Just follow me," I said, beckoning the girl to follow.

I led her through the cabin to a small, rustic bathroom. The room was modest, with a wooden basin, a mirror with a few silver spots where the backing had worn down, and a simple shower area tiled with river stones.

I lifted a ceramic jug from a hook on the wall and showed it to her.

"This is a decanter of endless water." I paused for dramatic effect. "It makes water."

I watched her frown deepen, though she remained quiet. "I've put a warming stone inside, so the water it produces will come out at a nice temperature."

I handed her the jug. "Take it over to the shower area and clean yourself off. Throw away your old clothes."

Despite her hostile attitude, I saw real interest in her eyes as she took the decanter.

"Endless water?" she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. She shook the flask, which sloshed quietly, as though filled with liquid. "It... doesn't run out? Ever?"

"Not in our lifetimes."

"Huh." She looked back down at the decanter, pouring a tiny bit of water into her palm.

"Do you know how to use soap or do I need to stay here and teach you to bathe as well?" I asked.

Her head snapped up at my question, cheeks flushing as she glared at me.

"Do I know how to use soap?" she repeated, voice dripping with indignation. "The fuck is that 'sposed to mean? I might be a goblin, but I'm not a savage. I know how to wash my own ass, thank you very much."

I held up my hands. "I'm not asking because you're a goblin," I clarified, "I'm asking because you look like you fought a bucket of grease and lost. Badly."

The goblin's eyes narrowed to slits, lips curling back to bare her sizable pointed teeth,

"You think you're funny, don't you?" she hissed, voice low and dangerous. "Making jokes at my expense, thinking you're so much better than me because you live in a house and I... I was stuck in your fucking wall!"

"I wouldn't have phrased it like that," I replied.

The goblin's aggressive stance faltered slightly. "Then how the fuck would you have phrased it?" she asked, the anger behind her eyes dimming somewhat.

I shrugged, leaning against the wooden frame of the bathroom door.

"I really don't think I'm better than you. But you look like you've been through hell and could use a shower."

The girl's gaze softened just a bit, a hint of something else peeking through her gruff posturing.

"Yeah, well... it's been a shitty couple of, uh, months," she muttered, voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. She glanced down at the bundle of clothes and towel on the floor, then back up at me, her expression complicated. "Thanks... for this."

"Yeah, don't mention it," I said. "Just clean yourself off and... I don't know, burn your potato sack. I'll make some dinner in the meantime."

She nodded, a curt, almost begrudging acknowledgement of my assistance.

"Fine," she grumbled, clutching the decanter to her chest. "I'll... clean up. Just keep your fucking eyes to yourself, got it?"

I raised my hands placatingly, shutting the door to give her some privacy.

I left the goblin girl to her ablutions and made my way back to the heart of the cabin. The familiar sounds and scents of sizzling fat and crackling flames greeted me as I stoked the fire back to life and began preparing a meal for the both of us.

I busied myself with the task at hand, dicing vegetables and slicing thing strips of pork belly. The smell of cooking food began to permeate the cabin, a savory aroma that made me hungry almost immediately.

I left the pot simmering once the food was finished, giving a final stir, wooden spoon clinking against the side of the iron pot. A low flame burned beneath it as I settled into a worn chair nearby, glancing occasionally towards the closed bathroom door. The water had stopped running a few minutes ago, and the only sounds from the bathroom were rustling fabric and a few muffled curses I pretended not to hear.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the bathroom door creaked open, and the goblin girl stepped out, dripping water all my floor. Her hair was damp and tousled into a huge fluffy mess by the towel she used to dry it. She still looked pretty worn-down, but was at least clean of dirt and grime.

The clothes I provided her fit poorly, the shirt hanging off her shoulders and the boxers cinched tightly around her waist.

I looked her over, eyes trailing down her form. She was short, probably only a few inches over four feet. She was muscular, with wide hips for her frame, and small hip dips I found quite appealing. Her breasts were modest, just barely big enough to push against her shirt, only really standing out when she crossed her arms.

The best word I could come up with to describe her was 'stout'.

I was surprised by how pretty I thought she was.

While I stared like a weirdo, she looked back at me with a challenging expression, amber eyes flickering in the firelight.

"Happy now?" she asked, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her oversized shirt. "Or do you wanna inspect your fuckin' handiwork?"

"Much better," I replied.

She scowled at my curt approval, hands balling into fists at her sides as she seemingly fought down the urge to retort. Instead, she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, the motion causing the fabric of her shirt to stretch taut across her body.

"Whatever," she said.

Her ears perked up as she noticed the prepared food, eyes darting to the simmering pot over the fire, the aroma of stew wafting through the cabin and stirring her hunger. She hesitated, taking a step forward before stopping, caught between pride and an empty belly.

A battle played across her face, as she licked her lower lip, seemingly lost in thought.

I stood up and started pouring her a bowl.

With a sigh, she reluctantly shuffled over to the wooden table, the promise of a warm meal proving too tempting to resist. She eyed the bowl I placed before her with suspicion, her gaze flickering from the steaming stew back to my face, looking for something in my expression.