Zhang-Oh vs Katsumi Crossover: Cowgirl vs Ninja

okay, so big news. Here's a big crossover event I got hired for a while back! you may remember Zhang-Oh, the chesty Chinese bounty hunter out for vengeance from her story a little while back:
http://luffy316.blogspot.com/2016/01/zhang-o-spaghetti-western-brawl.html

and Katsumi a classic character of the impish but righteous ninja girl of justice:
http://luffy316.blogspot.com/2014_01_01_archive.html

Then one plucky request came in to cross them over into a showdown for no reason! Strap in, folks! It's a crossover showdown spectacular!

and for those who may not have noticed, I started a Patreon for short smut fiction. As little as a buck a month gets you frequent updates to sexy stories that you can even vote on! I posted up a sequal story to another of my original works, and a new wrestling story should be coming out this week that's exclusively for Patrons
https://www.patreon.com/sandcastles

Zhang-Oh had left her family in a comfortable life. Whatever little wealth she didn't spend on her mule or basic supplies went right to her sisters. With their laundry business doing well on its own, they had quite a bit to throw around. They had built in a large wooden bath in an expansion to their house, a little haven for them between their own hard work.

They also had their maid left over from her last adventure. Valentina, the former Woman With No Name, wore a skimpy and frilly skirt and a low cut top, showing off her huge jugs as both a point of humiliation for her and something that drew in the passing customers. They seemed to find any excuse to re-clean or iron out something just to look at her jiggling chest and long legs. They had her washing the windows of the bath from the outside, wiping off the various dust and sand while the girls enjoyed their bath, occasionally pointing and giggling when they saw her big breasts forced to press up against the glass. The wicked woman had been broken in like a dog, cringing from their playful spankings and accented insults.

Something strange happened that day. The air crackled with a strange pink energy, and a breeze blew through the bath despite the windows being closed. The wind and lights began to spiral against a spot on the wall, suddenly forming a whipping portal. "I don't remember having that installed," one of the sisters muttered quietly to the other.

A stranger stepped through the portal after a few seconds. She was a young Asian girl, a curvy 19 year old with a black ponytail and an impractically revealing ninja outfit. It showed off her soft but strong thighs and plump young breasts, and she had sandals on her feet. Katsumi looked around thoughtfully before she spotted the bathing sisters.

"Oh! Hi there! I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just looking-"

The sisters let out a scream and jumped out of the bath, quickly grabbing their towels to cover up and run. "Peeping tom!" they shouted in Chinese, making the Japanese Katsumi tilt her head with a cutely puzzled look. "Jeez. There's no need to be shy in a public bathhouse..."

As the sisters ran out of the bath, Valentina was marching into it, ignoring her two owners. The flashing lights. She couldn't explain what they were or where they come from, but when she saw them through the tinted glass, they were hypnotic. They had sparked something strange in the back of her mind, and whether they were meant to or not, they had removed the deeply-rooted fear and shame. Valentina was back to her old self; cruel, confident, and vengeful.

She threw open the door to the bathroom to see the portal missing, but Katsumi still there dusting herself off. "Hmph," Valentina sneered. "Not the one I was looking for, but one Chink is as good as the next."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Katsumi grinned merrily. "I'm actually Japanese. See, the skin's more- woops!"

Valentina didn't have her guns around, but she threw a punch for Katsumi's face. The ninja leaned back to let it whip past her face, looking surprised but straightening back up and taking a fighting stance. "Well, if it's like that then, okay! I was looking for a fight anyway!"

"Good choice then," Valentina smirked, throwing another pair of punches at the kunoichi. Katsumi blocked there, but Valentina thrust herself forward and slammed her tits into Katsumi's. The Japanese girl's were smaller and easily knocked her backward into the wall. Valentina spun on one foot and launched her high-heeled foot at Katsumi, but she rolled aside and let her hit the wall instead.

"Whoa, careful with those! They make your butt look good, but you can put an eye out with those!" Katsumi quipped.

"Well you definitely talk more than she did," Valentina growled. She threw a high kick for Katsumi's head, but the girl blocked it and held onto her ankle. Valentina's eyes went wide a moment as she saw the opening, Katsumi twisting around and throwing a kick of her own into Valentina's pussy. The former outlaw grunted and clutched her crotch, pulling her leg free and bending over to stick her short-skirted ass out (at least Katsumi wore hers that short on purpose).

"Gotta be quicker than that," Katsumi teased, but Valentina lunged at her. Katsumi blocked a punch to her stomach, but the brunette bandit grabbed her by the hair with her other hand and bent her over.

"How's this for quicker?" Valentina growled, driving her knee up into Katsumi's stomach repeatedly. The smaller girl grunted at a high pitch with each cheap shot, finally catching Valentina's leg and twisting it to flip her onto the floor. Valentina landed on her back, unable to move before Katsumi stood up and axe kicked her heel onto one of Valentina's tits. The bandit let out a big grunt as she cradled her chest, rising up to her knees just before Katsumi did a quick spinning jump and kicked her across the face, sending Valentina staggering out of the bathroom and back into the hall.

Valentina rolled skillfully with the fall and landed on one knee in the hallway, but Katsumi came flying out of the bath house with a jumping kick. Her foot smacked right between Valentina's breasts,  stinging her sternum as the former villainess stumbled back further. Valentina caught a hand on the nearby table, spotting a decorative vase and hurling it at Katsumi. While the ninja swiftly caught it, Valentina blindsided her with a right cross that sent Katsumi slamming into the wall. She started to push herself away from it when Valentina rammed into her chest-first. Her breasts collided right with the shorter, slumping Katsumi's face, banging her head painfully against the wall. Katsumi tried to hold her aching head, but Valentina grabbed her wrists and shoved her breasts into Katsumi's. The bigger boobs pushed Katsumi back into her chest, making her give a long groan of pain.

"Grow some tits before you come after me, little girl," the dethroned bandit queen growled bitterly. Katsumi managed to hook her leg behind Valentina's and shove her back. The bandit yelped and staggered back, catching onto a wall for balance. Katsumi sprang off from her own wall and spun completely around before sending a slapping knife-edge chop across the brunette's breasts, making the jiggle hard enough that they almost popped right out of her top.

"Better to have mine than a couple of big saggy ones!" Katsumi shot right back. Valentina threw a pair of angry punches at the nimble ninja, but she blocked and deflected both of them before throwing a double chop into the bandit's shoulder muscles. Valentina winced and jumped, making her breasts jiggle around in her skimpy maid outfit.

Valentina's hands quickly went to grab her chest and stop the wobbling before she shot both fists into Katsumi's tits in return. The perky orbs bounced the knuckles right back off of her, but Katsumi still clearly winced from the twin blows. Katsumi threw strike at Valentina's chest with her fingers extended, but the Asian's attack was dodged when the brunette stepped aside. Valentina wrapped her bicep around Katsumi's forearm, trapping it and her before nailing the ninjette with a sudden headbutt. With Katsumi seeing stars, Valentina gave a furious shout and hurled the ninja girl by the hair out into the main living room, just next to the main customer area.

Katsumi tumbled to a stop at last, but Valentina was still right behind her. She delivered a vicious kick to Katsumi's face with her high heel, putting her back on the floor. Valentina straddled the downed girl and folded her arms under her chest. "I think it's time I show you the best chest in the West, little girl," Valentina gloated as she lowered her upper body.

"It can't be that great if you have to hold them up like that," Katsumi snapped back, but Valentina thrust her breasts into the younger ninja's face. Katsumi kicked and thrashed as the bigger orbs mashed over her nose and mouth, cutting off her means of breathing. She could still see Valentina smirking between the villainess' cleavage, but her face changed quickly. Katsumi jabbed her fingertips into the tender muscles that held up Valentina's bulging chest, twisting into the firmest spot of her bosom. Valentina's face twisted in pain before she finally screamed, pulling back and hugging her aching chest.

Katsumi just flipped up to her feet in one quick motion. "You think you're the first one to try to use that kind of move on me? You cow types are all the same; any excuse to use those fat things of yours."

Valentina growled and glared at the ninjette. If she had her guns and knives, she felt certain she could take care of this little brat. She had to resort to her fists instead, moving in and throwing punches at Katsumi's head. Although she dodged around them, she forced Katsumi towards one of the couches where she would have her cornered with nowhere to run. Much to her surprise, when Katsumi's heels hit the couch she just backflipped over it, simultaneously delivering a flying kick to Valentina's chin. The tamed outlaw was still reeling from that hit when Katsumi grabbed the top of the couch before she could land, spinning herself back around. She used the momentum to rocket herself into Valentina's chest and double kick her in the boobs, sending her flying back to forcefully sit herself into the rocking chair behind her.

Valentina gave a flustered snarl, clearly starting to lose her cool persona. She pushed herself back out of the chair and grabbed a candlestick, swinging it at Katsumi wildly. The ninja ducked under the attacks, crouching around her swings until she suddenly sprang up onto the coffee table and landing on her hands, performing a perfect simultaneous split/handstand. She spun quickly in place, kicking the improvised weapon away before her other foot followed the first, smacking Valentina across the face while her skirt casually flashed her panties for her opponent.

Valentina stumbled from the hit, and as soon as she regained her balance, Katsumi leapt up and clamped her thighs around Valentina's neck. Valentina struggled to keep from falling over, but Katsumi kept their balance for them as she sat with her perky butt on top of the outlaw's rack. It made a surprisingly usable perch for the petite ninjette as she sent several speedy slaps into Valentina’s face, bouncing her head side to side. Katsumi then jerked her body backward, arching her back to flip her breasts back and her center of gravity with them, taking Valentina along for the ride. Katsumi’s headscissor swung Valentina through the hair and brought her crashing right through the coffee table while the ninja sprang safely off.

The retired bandit queen shoved the rubble of the table away, righting herself clumsily as she turned to face Katsumi once again. The younger fighter was braced gracefully in a fighting stance, which just served to rile up the hot-blooded thief. She charged with a furious scream and threw a punch for Katsumi's head, which the ninja nimbly blocked. It allowed Valentina to move in for her real attack, shoving her breasts forward to slam them into Katsumi's once again. However, Katsumi twisted nimbly out of the way of the breast strike and ducked under Valentina's outstretched tits.

"For how much those udders bounce, I'd be more careful with those things," Katsumi warned a split second before she stood up straight. Her own perky breasts whipped sharply upward and smacked them into the bottom of Valentina's heft rack. Despite the size difference, the soft but perky nature of Katsumi's made them smack hard enough into Valentina that her own breasts flew up and smacked herself in the face.

Katsumi spiraled away with a giggle at executing the stunning and humiliating maneuver. Valentina staggered from the busty blow, turning angrily towards Katsumi again just for her to repeat the attack; dodging around her breasts and slamming them with her smaller but firmer melons to slap Valentina’s face with her own tits once again. Valentina still hadn't properly regained her footing before Katsumi appeared in front of her and did it again, smacking Valentina's breasts that smacked into her face in turn. Valentina fell to the floor in a dizzy heap, bracing herself on her hands and knees as she tried to catch her breath.

When the bandit queen tried to stand, Katsumi pulled back her leg and threw up a kick so high it put her leg perfectly vertical, flashing her panties at her foe. More importantly, her foot sliced right through the frilly fabric of Valentina' top, spilling her heavy breasts right out into view.

"Wow, even droopier than I thought. Poor thing," Katsumi teased.

Valentina put an arm around her breasts and scowled back at Katsumi. "Don't you dare pity ME, you dirty Jap!" she barked, throwing a punch for the playful ninja. Katsumi nimbly leaned to one side and grabbed bandit turned maid's wrist, turning quickly and spinning Valentina around with her. She flung the now topless Valentina forward so that her big breasts were roughly flattened against the wall. A quick kick to the back flattened them out even further, drawing a miserable wail from Valentina.

The outlaw desperately threw an elbow behind her, but Katsumi ducked it and hooked her arm underneath the extended arm. "For me? Thanks!" Katsumi chimed before turning back sharply and tossing Valentina completely over her head, sending her crashing hard on her back against the floor. Katsumi spun around and whipped her leg up and down for another flourish of her skirt and slamming her heel down on top of Valentina's stomach. The dethroned bandit queen huffed and held her stomach, grabbing onto the sofa and trying to pull herself back to her feet.

Before she could do any of that, Katsumi flipped up Valentina's skirt and wedgied her panties up into her ass. The bandit screamed as she was lifted off her feet, Katsumi kneeling down and dropping Valentina's stomach across her knee. Valentina grunted hard at the second body blow, but Katsumi lifted her up by the wedgie once more and dropped her across the knee again before holding her there.

"You're a fun one alright, but not quite what I'm looking for. Let's see how you handle this! Slapping No Jutsu! The Millionth Spank!”

"Million!?" Valentina blurted, kicking and squirming to try to escape, but she was too winded to get away. Katsumi smacked her palm right against her forcibly upthrust rear, getting a sharp gasp out of the bandit as her cheeks wobbled around. Her booty wasn't even done jiggling when Katsumi's hand came spanking into it again, her rebounding bottom struck twice as hard as it moved out to meet the incoming blow. The increased impact of the fifth and her bouncing bottom was enough to tear right through her panties, baring her ass to the strange young invader.

"Let's see how many you can take before you break down, cow," Katsumi taunted as she bombarded the butt with more speedy spanks.

"More than you can OOH! Dish out! EEK!" Valentina defied. She was still kicking and squirming by 50, and she was gritting her teeth and biting her lip to outlast the 100th. By 115, she broke into tears, grabbing at the air in front of her in a blind and desperate need to escape. "Let go! Let go!" she pleaded, but Katsumi maintained her perfectly rhythmic punishment. Her ass looked practically sunburnt by 200, her pathetic whining and wailing made it impossible to tell by looking at her that the portal had awoken the original Valentina at all.

As Katsumi wound up for 227, she suddenly found herself blindsided as she was kicked in the face. The ninja dropped her victim and fell back on her butt, leaning on her elbows and looking up towards the owner of the long, strong limb. Zhang-Oh kept her leg extended in the initial kick, balancing steadily on the other. She was clad in her a Chinese dress much like her usual, red with a Chinese dragon laced into the chest beside the open V of flesh that was her cleavage. "You should go play with your own toys, girl," she advised grimly.

The serious-looking woman leered thoughtfully down at Katsumi, but seeing her stunned by the interruption, Zhang smoothly arced her leg around and held it out in front of Valentina. The freshly broken bandit queen looked up at her owner, who gave Zhang's snug and silky slippers a few worshipping kisses before she crawled out of the room. Her bottom wiggled behind her, confirming that she was wearing nothing but the remains of the skirt she'd had from her uniform.

"What do you think you're doing in my home?" Zhang demanded dryly as she ignored the crawling Valentina.

Katsumi stopped leaning around Zhang to see the groveling girl's wiggling ass to answer her. "Oh, I came here looking for a fight." Zhang frowned at her and raised her hands in a ready stance. "See, you act threatening like that, but that's literally what I want. I'm just here for some fun."

"How did you even get in here?" Zhang pressed further. "I didn't see anyone outside when I was approaching."

Katsumi jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "Oh, I came by magic."

"Horse shit."

"Well, technically it was a jutsu..."

"Now you're just making words up."

"I am not! I used the technique, asked it for a worthy opponent, and it brought me here!"

Zhang-Oh gave a short snort that might have been a laugh. "If all you wanted was to be beaten by the best, you don't need to ask twice."

Katsumi grinned playfully as she finally took up her own stance. "And here I was ready to say 'please."
Zhang struck first, swiftly stepping towards her intruder and throwing testing punch her way. Katsumi leaned to one side to avoid it, then brought up her hands to stop the finger strike short of her chest. The ninjette pushed the arm to one side, but Zhang used that same leverage to spin all the way around and throw a spinning high kick at Katsumi's head. Katsumi managed to see this coming and threw a kick of her own, their strong, raised thighs clashing together and stopping each other short of their goals. The skirts of both garments flipped up, showing the toned thighs and silky undergarments. The two held their positions for a moment, as if to admire the artistry of their colliding attacks.

"Oh, so you're into thongs too!" Katsumi noted with a smile. "And black ones! That says a lot about a girl, y'know."

Zhang-Oh huffed and swung her leg back down, bringing Katsumi's with it as she lunged her upper body forward. Her tits clashed with Katsumi's, the ninja realizing that unlike her earlier opponent's, Zhang's was not only bustier than her but her tits were every bit as perky. The impact combined with Zhang's tactically placed leg behind Katsumi's tripped up the ninja, but she managed to lean into the fall and catch herself on her palms. She performed a quick reverse handspring to land back on her feet, but clearly surprised by the move.

"Wow. I didn't know they made em that big in China," Katsumi observed.

"I get that a lot," Zhang replied with a smirk.

"Well get this: Blazing Tornado Fist!"

Katsumi charged back at her, sending speedy punches at Zhang's upper body. Zhang had to back up while she blocked, but she prevented the worst of them from making any real impact. Zhang threw out a sudden palm strike that connected right between Katsumi's breasts. She stumbled back with a grunt as she rubbed at her jiggling jugs, but she charged right back at Zhang a moment later. While the Chinese bounty hunter braced for a frontal attack, Katsumi leapt to the side and ran along the wall instead, running right past Zhang. She spun around to try to keep her eyes on the nimble opponent, but Katsumi flipped off the wall and snapped a kick into Zhang's head.

The Chinese woman staggered back while Katsumi landed in a crouch, sweeping her legs out from under her. Zhang-Oh landed on her back and Katsumi rose up to lift her leg up high and bring the heel spiking down at her stomach. Zhang brought her hands up to catch the foot a few inches from her abdomen, stopping the crushing blow just short. She twisted it to one side, but Katsumi acrobatically twirled along with it and landed gracefully back on her feet.

"You're fast for a little one," Zhang noted as she pushed herself back up.

"Speak for yourself, all dark and sexy," Katsumi grinned back at her. "It's been awhile since I've had to bring out some of the fancy moves. They all as strong and pretty as you are where you come from?"

"If they were, I wouldn't be as infamous as I am out here."

"Oh you too! We're so alike, huh?! Say, what were you thinking of doing after this whole honor duel thing?"

Zhang snorted dismissively and threw a punch at Katsumi's head. The ninja dodged around it and grabbed Zhang's arm to trap her in place. Before she could follow up enough to execute whatever she had planned, Zhang swung her other hand around deliver a backhanded punch to Katsumi's face. Katsumi grunted as she was stunned from the blow, allowing Zhang to grab her by the farthest shoulder and force her to bend over backward across the Chinese fighter's knee. Katsumi delivered a quick knee to Zhang's side to make her wince, but she forced the flexible girl's spine across her knee, jutting Katsumi's breasts out and exposing her belly.

Katsumi started to squirm loose, but Zhang caught her by the hair and used it to keep her in place. Zhang braced her fingers into a claw shape and slammed her hand and fingers into Katsumi's belly. The martial artist's strong fingers drove into and squeezed Katsumi's stomach muscles, getting a deep gasp from the younger fighter.

"You're not so fast once I have my hands on you," Zhang taunted coldly, tormenting Katsumi's abs for a few seconds before Katsumi leaned even further back. She swung her leg up high and managed to kick Zhang in the side of the head, knocking the Chinese woman off balance and losing her grip. Katsumi caught herself on one hand, twisting her waist to catch her legs on either side of Zhang-Oh's head. She clamped her thighs around her neck and jerked her hips, the sudden head scissors whipping Zhang down to the ground for a rough landing. She was still between Katsumi's toned legs as she hit the wooden floor with a grunt, but she grabbed Katsumi by the calves and tried to wrestle her legs loose. Katsumi struggled against her, trying to clench her legs into a choking scissor.

"By looking at you," Katsumi grunted as she tried to overpower her new rival. "I would've thought... I'd be OPENING my legs for you... not closing..."

Zhang ignored her and forced her thighs apart far enough to slip out from between them. Before Katsumi could slide away, Zhang caught one of her legs and pulled up on it. Katsumi yelped as she was forced down to the floor, Zhang rising to her knees and maintaining her firm hold on the ninja's limb. Katsumi was able to throw a swift kick that caught Zhang in the chest, but it only served to mash Zhang's firm breasts upward rather than into her ribs.

"Dang, that's firm," Katsumi commented quickly.

"Let's hope you're the same," Zhang said, drawing back her fist and releasing a jackhammer blow to Katsumi's chest, pummeling the ninja's smaller tits with her storm of punches. Katsumi let out a long shriek that vibrated along with her bouncy chest, her ponytail shaking behind her head. The blinding speed of Zhang's blows was stunning, especially when directly to her perky tits, but she was also robbed of her own mobility with Zhang's grip on her leg. When her shaky vision finally seemed to see straight, she threw up both of her hands in a crossing chop to Zhang's own jiggling breasts.

Zhang yelped as her attack was cut off, knocked off-target when Katsumi's chopping hands crossed paths with her incoming arm. Katsumi tried to follow up by boxing her ears, but Zhang brought up her hands to block it just as quickly. She locked hands with Katsumi and went in for a headbutt, only to find that Katsumi was attempting the same back at Zhang. Their skulls butted together and bounced off each other with a meaty thud, both girls wincing painfully as they finally broke apart.

"Owie... and I thought I had a hard head," Katsumi groaned as she got back to her feet. Zhang stood up a bit slower, so Katsumi darted towards her before she was ready. Katsumi planted a food on the bend of Zhang's knee and performed a backflipping kick to the China girl's chin, launching her back until she was pressed against a wall. Katsumi followed up quickly, not willing to lose her lead after the beating her boobs just went through.

"If you had wanted to touch them so bad, you should have just said so," Katsumi quipped before she shifted to one foot and threw a high kick across Zhang's left cheek, then switching her leg back around for one across the stunned bounty hunter's right. The second had her stagger to one side down the wall, and Katsumi rushing after her to continue her combo. The ninja leapt up for a flying kick to Zhang's stomach, but the martial artist moved swiftly past her outstretched leg, drawing back both hands and smashing her flexing palms into Katsumi's belly.

The ninja grunted hard, her own speed meeting Zhang's perfectly timed strike. It proved hard enough to send the already airborne Katsumi flying backward, crashing into the rear door of the laundromat. It flung open and let Katsumi land in the sand, tumbling clumsily into the back yard. Zhang-Oh marched right after her among the few old clotheslines. A few shirts billowed in the breeze from the chords on this slow day.

"Ready to stay down, little girl?" Zhang demanded, folding her strong, feminine arms beneath her chest.

"If I had wanted to go down, you... uh... hang on." Katsumi coughed and rubbed her tender stomach. Some bruises were starting to form on the ninjette's belly and cleavage. "It's a good one... I promise."

"Don't bother," Zhang sighed, stepping up to her and whipping a spin kick at Katsumi's head. She threw up her arms to block the attack, but even that knocked her back down into the sand. They were both gifted and well-trained martial artists, but Zhang had the size advantage. Katsumi's speed was an asset, but she was most concerned with Zhang's chest. Bigger girls than Katsumi tended to be softer in exchange for their size, but Zhang was not only bustier, but every bit as firm as the Japanese girl. It was a first, and having fought with supervillains and demigoddesses, she had to admit, she seemed like her most worthy opponent yet.

"I got to hand it to you, you're good," Katsumi huffed, standing up again but looking out of breath. She shifted her feet in the sand to take up a stance again, but more weak and loose than before.

"It's because I take these things seriously," Zhang replied dryly. When any fight could be life or death, you must give your opponent the respect of the level of strength they deserve."

"Yea, thanks for kicking my ass, then," Katsumi smirked a bit. She slid her sandals through the sand and swept her hands out in a fluid motion. "Believe me, I get where you're coming from. But if I can't find some fun in a fight and every little moment I'm alive, what's the point, you know?"

The wind started to pick up, blowing some loose sand across their feet. Zhang felt it was suitable appropriate for the dramatic moment. For all her silliness, the ninja was truly the hardest fight she'd had in awhile. Her breasts and ribs ached from their beating, and she had to crack her neck in the moment to ease up the pressure. She was ready to strike at any aggressive movement from the ninja, catching her breath herself for a clearer head.

Katsumi stayed on her long, slow movements, nothing nearly quick or hard enough Zhang to worry about. After nearly half a minute, though, she caught sight of something that most would have completely overlooked. Katsumi's hand shifted just as the wind changed direction, as if palming and moving it with her hands. Zhang recalled one of her masters showing her a technique like this in her temple to exemplify how chi moved through the body.

Zhang suddenly leapt into action, charging Katsumi in an attempt to interrupt her. She was just within ten feet of her when the ninja pulled her hips back and thrust her whole body forward, palm extended. With them, the wind roared to life, blasting Zhang completely off her feet. She landed with her feet digging into the sand to brace herself, but Katsumi kept whipping her arms to launch the wind at the Chinese woman over and over. Just when Zhang thought she was steadying herself, the wind started to tear at her clothes. At first it just whipped around her hair and the skirt of her dress, but then it began to rip off whole chunks of fabric. Zhang's humiliation and panic took over, and she was blasted off her feet again by the hurricane of a sandstorm with a feminine wail. The last of her thong was shredded off her, turning her body into a naked projectile.

Zhang finally opened her eyes to find herself tangled in the clotheslines, which had bunched together in the storm to look like a drunken spider's web. Any slight movement was difficult for Zhang, between her exhaustion and the binding chords.

"Sorry, but I don't like to use that one too often," Katsumi said from behind her. "It makes things a bit too easy."

Zhang tried to whip around to face her, but Katsumi pressed her thumb into the nerves of her neck. Zhang gasped just before the ninja gave several rapid jabs of her fingers, attacking the pressure points around her hips and thighs in particular. Katsumi finally ended it by grabbing and tweaking both of Zhang's nipples, drawing a high-pitched scream from the martial artist. The shocking sense was as much pleasure as it was pain. It was as if...

"Three times," Katsumi said calmly as the weary ninja stepped in front of her tangled foe. "That technique should have your sense of touch three times more sensitive than usual."

Zhang's breathing picked up as her eyes widened in panic. She was familiar with her body's limits and capabilities, and what Katsumi had said felt true. Zhang took a deep breath and tried to brace herself for the pain that was to come.

Instead, Katsumi kissed her full on the mouth, sliding her tongue into her mouth. Zhang let out a husky groan, eyes closing as her lips parted into a half kiss, half gaping expression of overwhelmed awe. The simple (if passionate) kiss had her body feeling warm and wet already. Katsumi's hands went roaming up Zhang's sides before taking as much of Zhang's chest as they could hold, squeezing and kneading the big firm flesh. The stoic bounty hunter let out a loud, needy moan at her touch, and her nipples hard as horseshoes in an instant.

"Easy, girl," Katsumi teased softly, pressing her finger against Zhang's stiff nipples to tip them around like little joysticks. "Lots more where that came from." She rubbed a hand down Zhang's toned stomach and she shivered like she could cum just from that. By the time Katsumi touched her pussy, the Chinese fighter gave a throaty howl of delight. Katsumi rubbed over it gently, barely brushing against Zhang's clit and leaving her panting like a dog in heat... but she didn't let her orgasm.

Katsumi took her time exploring Zhang from every angle she could put her in. The ninja would pull or twist the strands of clothesline to expertly bend or twist the captive Chinese woman around as she pleased. She started by pulling two of them apart, the leverage forcing Zhang to lay flat on her back (if still in midair). It also pulled Zhang's legs apart so that the acrobatic fighter was spread eagle in front of her. Katsumi walked right past her naked and parted pusy to lightly kiss and nibble her way up her stomach. With her lips finally wrapped around and sucking on one of Zhang-Oh's nipples, Katsumi pulled on another chord to tense and make it slip into Zhang's pussy.

Zhang let out a long moan as her hardened clit was squashed against her inner folds by the rope, a constant reminder of its heightened sensitivity but not enough to let her release. "You can't blame me for being curious," Katsumi insisted as she ran a hand over one of Zhang's outstretched, muscular thighs. "A body like that fighting like that, I've got to get a good look at that."

Katsumi gave another tug of the chords, puppeting Zhang's legs around in the network of clotheslines until her ankles were pulled up behind her head. The once stone-faced martial artist was now panting desperately, unable to find any words through her cloud of lust apart from grunts and moans. Katsumi leaned over her to kiss her again, letting her fingers roam down Zhang's body until rubbing just around the Chinese fighter's womanhood. Zhang's hips twisted and thrust what little they could, just for her to realize that Katsumi was intentionally touching everywhere but her most sensitive erogenous zone. She was keeping her from orgasming on purpose!

"Oh, I know that look. You figured it out, huh?" Katsumi smiled at her as she lightly pinched one of Zhang's pussy lips, getting another pulse of pleasure that couldn't quite allow Zhang to finish. "I mean, what's the point in playing around if it's going to end that quickly? What if our fight had been one punch long. That would just be boring, right?" Katsumi went on as she twisted the chords to make Zhang flip over backward, leaving her hips up in the air and legs parted to expose both her ass and pussy spread in front of the ninja. Katsumi helped herself to some deep, probing licks of each, giving curious and hungry little hums and sighs while Zhang gave more and more labored cries, helplessly struggling against her bonds.

Zhang was blindly eaten out by the victorious ninja before she stepped back around in front of her. "You were a LOT of fun, so I'm going to leave you with a little something," Katsumi praised the sweating, panting woman. Zhang was so aroused and such a horny mess that tears were starting to form in her eyes and she drooled onto the sand. Her clit was hard enough that it poked out from between her puffy pussy lips. She could still feel Katsumi's saliva running down most of her body, especially around her ass and twat.

Katsumi produced a small stone from somewhere in her cleavage, holding it up for Zhang to see the rune etched into its front. "This is how I got here: time magic from my clan. So if you ever get it into you to have a rematch, I'm going to leave one with you. Just touch the mark and it will take you to my island in my time. I'll fight you anytime you want... heck, even if you just want to fool around again, I'd love to have a Chinese cutie like you in my bed." She giggled before she kissed the overwhelmed Zhang deeply, forcing her to taste her own pussy juices off of Katsumi's tongue.

When she finally parted lips, she gave one more tug on the ropes for good measure. It spun Zhang around to raise her legs again, almost folding her in half so that the flexible martial artist could stare at her own hot, swollen pussy right in front of her face. With that, the portal burst back open, Katsumi tossing the stone to where Zhang's feet would have been if they were on the ground and vanishing through it. A large bag was tossed out of the portal a second later before it shut once and for all.

Zhang's sisters would finally return when they heard the commotion come to a halt. They quickly untied Zhang and saw to her injuries, though Zhang was more humiliated and exhausted than truly hurt. She still took the time to recover, going through the bag that Katsumi had tossed back through the portal. It was full of what were clearly sex toys, if futuristic ones that ran on batteries and complex machinery Zhang had never seen.

Zhang rested herself back into fighting shape, making the decision that she needed to have this rematch. She would have to train harder than ever, though she knew that she wouldn't be able to do that on her own. All the strongest masters were still back in China, so she'd simply need a strong sparring partner. Her sisters were nowhere near as strong as she needed, but she had heard some of what happened between Valentina and Katsumi, and how the portal had awakened her old self in her. Zhang approached their humbled maid when she was back to her old self.

"I know you're still in there," Zhang told her, the skimpily dressed woman biting her lip nervously as she quaked at the sight of her former opponent. "And I think I know some techniques that will help bring it out of you. You were the strongest woman I have met before these last few days, and I can make you into that again. Stronger, even, if you cooperate. BUT..." Zhang raised a warning finger, enough to make Valentina wince. "If you should ever raise those hands against me or mine, armed or not, I will leave you wishing your mind and body incapable of being anything but a cheap whore chained to the side of an outhouse."

Valentina weighed her options for most of a minute. It was either remain the Chinese fighter's servant, or face her again as an equal for the sake of her training. At least one had a shred of dignity to it. Valentina nodded carefully. "If all I have to gain is my power, I accept. But... how can you awaken it? With the portal again?"

"No. I don't know how many times it will work, and I'm... not ready for her yet. The training and your awakening come first, and they should work all in one stroke. As well as making sure you do not double cross me." Zhang picked up Valentina, tossing her over one shoulder. The maid squeaked as her dominant mistress marched into her bedroom. "Please do not disturb us," Zhang told one of her sisters, who nodded. It wasn't uncommon for her to use her room for meditation or the like. This time, though, Zhang grabbed Katsumi's sack of sex toys and locked the door behind them.

Business went on as usual at the laundry. The sisters were capable of running the business with or without Zhang, what with her travels and bounty hunting. Visitors and passerby would comment on the noises coming from the house part of the property; moans and screams and thuds of a woman. The sisters assured them it was normal to them by now, and it was just their eldest sister hard at work.


In the meantime, Zhang experimented with every sexual, dominant trick she could muster on Valentina. The woman was constantly being reduced to tears and orgasms for days, with Zhang heartlessly and firmly putting her through more and more.

"Stop! Please! I've had enough!" Valentina wailed. The length of rope was wrapped like a lasso around each of her tits, the only thing holding her up. Zhang walked around the bedroom, using it like a leash to drag her along. Whenever Valentina would get her legs under her, Zhang would pull hard enough to trip her and force her to fall back to the floor.

"You think that's enough?" Zhang demanded calmly. "The woman I remembered could take this for twice as long as this... so we'll be going ten times longer instead."

"Please, no!"

"And she certainly didn't beg..."

After Zhang had fulfilled that threat, Valentina had been dragged by her breasts for over an hour. Zhang finally let go of the rope to let her curl up and whimper, rubbing her bruised and swollen tits. "Focus around your pain, not on it," Zhang instructed as she went to a steel hook that had been stuck into the ceiling. She looped another rope through the hook before she tied it to the end of Valentina's "breast leash." Valentina didn't have time or the spare breath to ask what it was before Zhang pulled on the rope, forcing the former outlaw to hang by her tits from the ceiling.

Valentina screamed like a mad woman, kicking and flailing instinctively to try to get herself down. Zhang just smacked her on the ass before fetching a multi-headed leather whip. "Remember every punishment I give you here, bitch. And remember what I did to you before I made you my servant. Remember that I will do far worse if you turn on me this time." Valentina could only gasp and sob as her breasts ballooned up bigger than ever in the ropes, feeling their muscles painfully stretched and tightened right before Zhang started to crack the whip across her back and ass.

Valentina found herself dropped in front of the mirror. It was a full-sized one, letting her see her beaten but beautiful body in full, even if she was on her hands and knees in this position.

"What do you see?" Zhang demanded as she started to work with several clips and straps.

"My poor tits," Valentina moaned, carefully touched the swollen and bruised orbs.

"Ego," Zhang huffed. "Vanity. No place for them in a fight. Confidence. Courage. That you will need. And of course, endurance." Valentina saw Zhang step into view behind her, wearing a large, smooth strapon around her hips. Valentina gawked at it as Zhang dropped to her knees and shoved it impatiently into her pussy. Valentina moaned, her sensitive breasts being tormented making her snatch open and tender. It quickly yielded to Zhang's penetration, Valentina wailing like a whore into the mirror. She saw her own gaping expression, and looking up to Zhang for mercy, she saw her glaring down into the mirror as well, eyes fixed on Valentina's. She stared back like the hypnotized prey of some sexual serpent the entire time.

Eventually, the strapon was stuck to the wall in front of Valentina. It was adjusted to be at eye level, since she was mounted on top of a long triangle-shaped platform that Zhang had found was called a "sybian." Its angular peak went right up Valentina's pussy without truly hurting, but being steadily uncomfortable as it pressed her overworked clit.

"Open," Zhang ordered, and Valentina's mouth popped open wide. Zhang sat behind her and started to push her back and pull her hair, working her back and forth. It not only ground her pussy over the sharp edge, but it stuffed the strapon in and out of her mouth, deep enough to make her gag on the taste of her own pussy. No matter how she gasped and choked, or how hard she orgasmed, Zhang kept on pushing her back and forth.

"No... no more..." Valentina pleaded weakly. She had cum more than a dozen times in just their first day of training, and now Zhang was coming at her again. She raised her hands in a cowering defense, but Zhang maneuvered around them and whipped her shoulders. The now topless martial artist slapped Valentina loudly across the face with nothing but her breasts, proceeding to beat her around the room without even using her hands.

"You remember these tits, don't you?" Zhang hissed bitterly. "You remember trying to defeat them? And how badly they beat you before?" She pummeled the poor bandit's head side to side before they uppercutted her in the face, knocking her flat on her back. Zhang knelt and shouldered her legs aside, spreading Valentina out before she thrust a breast into her pussy in a hammer blow, the hard nipple pressing into and then crushing Valentina's clit until she howled in agony.


Valentina had been tossed over Zhang's knee, the Chinese fighter spanking her ass rapidly until both cheeks were a bright red. "Stoooop! I can't take it! I don't want it anymore!" Valentina wailed like a scared child. "It's not worth it! I don't want the power anymore!"

Zhang flipped her over onto her back, still laid across her knees on the bed. Valentina panted and rubbed her butt, glad to know the punishment had stopped. "It's not your decision anymore, little girl," Zhang said sharply. She resumed the spanking again, though this with smacking down on Valentina's tits with palm strikes that kept flattening and jiggling her tits. It eventually reached a point where Valentina was so overwhelmed by the pain that she wondered why Zhang's arms weren't tired from smacking her so hard and so rapidly.


On the third day, Valentina whimpered as Zhang lifted the outlaws legs up and back until they were wrapped around either side of her head. Zhang forced her into a position so that the Chinese woman's pussy sat on top of Valentina's, practically rolling the bandit into a ball with her own pussy in her face. Zhang started to flex her hips to hump Valentina's pussy into her own face, forcing her to eat herself out. At this point her mind was so overwhelmed by pain and lust that it felt only natural for her to do so.

After a few hours of that, Zhang produced an elaborate gag from the sack of toys. The one side resembled a normal ball gag, but the outer part was shaped like a large vibrator that stuck out of her mouth. Zhang repeated the process from her last humiliating task, though this time with Valentina literally fucking herself with the long mouthpiece digging deep inside herself.

Finally, Zhang had Valentina hog-tied on the bed, her still sore ass up in the air and a vibrator stuck inside her pussy. Zhang watched her patiently, standing in front of Valentina and rubbing herself so that the captive woman had no choice but to have screaming orgasms while watching the Chinese beauty.

"Have you had enough?" Zhang asked at last. Valentian nodded rapidly as if she had been waiting for that to be asked for days now. "Then you have one last task. Do you find my beautiful?"

Valentina barely hesitated before she nodded desperately again. "You are!" she blurted.

Zhang walked around her to switch off the vibrator, leaving it stuck motionless inside her. "Then you have one final task to do... cum for me." Valentina wriggled a bit, just for Zhang to step back in front of her.

"I... I can't move," Valentina mewled weakly.

"You can flex. I'm sure that pussy has been working out these three days for something, after all. You are surrounded by the smell of sex and have your beautiful mistress in front of you. Are you telling me you're not able to do it again?" Valentina twitched and flexed a bit experimentally before at last she realized the arduous task put before her. She would have to flex her groin muscles enough to draw the vibrator in and out of herself, fucking herself with no hands or mouth to help her. It would take her hours of desperate thrusting and tensing of her hips and pussy to finally reach her ultimate goal.

By the end of her training, Valentina was a mess. She was barely conscious, bruised and sore all over and caked in sweat, cum and drool. She was collapsed on the floor, mumbling witlessly when Zhang stepped in front of her again. She had returned with a warm bowl of oatmeal that Valentina could smell from down on the ground in the sex-soaked room.

"I will stop. I will let you rest and eat," Zhang offered. "IF... you vow your life to me and my sisters. That will become stronger than you ever were before, and that you will use that strength to make me even stronger in turn. Are you willing, my servant? Are you done being my punching bag and ready to become my sparring partner?"

Valentina could barely focus her eyes enough to look up at her, nodding with a dumb, gawking expression on her face. Zhang finally set the bowl in front of the dumbfounded, mumbling Valentina, who dug into the bowl like a starving dog as she ate from it face-first without bothering to use her hands. Zhang stroked the hair back from Valentina’s sweaty face before she pet across the beaten and broken woman’s hair and back like an obedient pet.

The next day, Valentina was fed and rested, if still somewhat aching. She went with Zhang-Oh behind the house, wearing a beat up old Chinese dress that she tugged at awkwardly now and then. "Nevermind the clothes," Zhang insisted, taking up a ready fighting stance against her reinvigorated old enemy. "Let's begin."


A few months of this went on until Zhang presented Valentina with something of a graduation gift. The former outlaw chuckled and took back a set of clothes just like her old ones; the stockings, the black dress and coat, and broad black hat along with her heels. She tried them all on in front of her mistress before slipping the case of throwing knives into their place up her sleeves and around her thigh. Zhang had offered her a set of guns, which Valentina begrudgingly took; she didn't imagine she'd need them, and they weren't as stylish as the ones she'd had with the heart-shaped barrels.

"Never thought I'd be wearing these again." Valentina noted as they stepped out of the house together. "And I never thought it would be serving under somebody else. NEVER thought it would be fighting beside you."

"I'm sure that you Americans have a saying about strange bedfellows," Zhang replied, her own body feeling firmer and stronger than ever after their intense training.

"Yea: the strange ones pay extra," Valentina smirked. "You got your rock thing ready, sensei?"

"All ready to go," Zhang said as she touched the rune.

Goblin In the Basement Part 3

Another part of Scrappa and Steve's life together. Aka Goblins in the Basement aka Scrappa's Story. Continued from https://luffy316.blogspot.com/2017/01/goblin-in-basement-part-2.html

>Nov 20: I had a bit of a blue spell today. I've been slowly going through Grandpa's books in spare time when Scrappa sleeping, running around or eating. It feels like it will be good to know more, considering that Scrappa exists and she has mentioned other monsters in previous entries. Grandpa probably set up this cabin as his base for some reason, after all. He covers most of the monsters in his early books; one for the undead, one for werewolves, one for ogres and giants, and so on. His later journals are just his personal logs and stories; summaries of binding demons and slaying vampires. He talks about some organization that hires him for some of the jobs, but doesn't get into who they are. Secret order of hunters? Government conspiracy looking for experts? Ancient order of protectors from the church?

>The last books really get me. It's clear he's getting old, and his hunting dates are farther apart. More consulting or quiet sniping jobs than they are wrestling werewolves to shove wolfsbane down their throats. And more and more, he talks about us. He made very little mention of dad, but in his quieter years, he's more excited to write about me and Paige being born than he is about decapitating dragons. I can't help but get a little sad to think about our rare visits up here. He was a great guy, even if there wasn't much to do at the cabin. But he had this whole life I never knew about, even with those books sitting right there in his bedroom.

>I snap out of it when Scrappa crawls into my lap. She stares at me with her big, red eyes, and for once she's not groping or cuddling me. She's just staring and sniffing curiously once in awhile. A couple tears must have squeeze out, and I wipe them off as Scrappa whines and shimmies higher up my lap. "Bicka no cry. Scrappa sorry," she coos, immediately blaming herself for anything as always. I hug and pet her, telling her it's not her fault. She stands up on my lap and her slimey tongue licks up any tears. I do make a decision, though. I ask Scrappa if she ever missed her family, but she was quick to shake her head. "They kick and bite. Always yell at Scrappa. Ugly-mean."

>I tell that's okay, but point out that Paige was nice, and I don't want my family to forget about me out here. I'm going to Thanksgiving, but there's a big difference between me loving Scrappa and trusting her. She barely handled one person, let alone a party. "Can Scrappa be brave?" I ask her, and she stares at me again. I have to carefully rephrase it in gobblish, because I realize that there is no word for "courage" or anything short of being bossy or berserk bloodlust ("odo taa" is literally "always killing"). "Can Scrappa not run away and take care of herself by not being a runaway scared without me?" She squirms and clearly thinks hard before she nods, bouncing her purple hair and chubby jugs. "Good girl."

>Scrappa gives a proud giggle and keeps standing on my lap as she kisses me. It's a fun distraction as we start making out and groping at her big bottom. She's still standing up, so her feet keep shuffling around against my thighs. At first I think she's just struggling to stay up, but I feel my boxers being pulled down, and her nimble little toes hooked around the waistband. Scrappa's proven to be an amazing climber, and some big feet with strong toes seem to help with that.

>She notices my expression and giggles as she leans into the kiss, her big ears, hair, lips and nose blocking some of my view. But it's clear what she's doing as my dick gets caught between two of her toes that flex around me, putting all her weight on her other leg. I moan and she echoes it back, just in a far higher pitch, and she starts to alternate feet. Her foot lifts up, rubs down one side of my shaft, then the other goes. It has to be that rubbery build of hers that keeps her so curvy but so flexible. She has me breathing heavy by the time she lets herself plop back on her butt, landing between my knees. She spreads out her legs and rubs over my dick with both of her dexterous feet rubbing on either side, sometimes toying with it with her toes like a fleshy joystick. She has a sense for when I'm about to cum by now, because she ends up rubbing my balls with one foot while the other tips my cock her way right before I go. She squeals as it splashes over her pudgy belly and pussy, then comically starts trying to lick it off her own stomach. I decide I can spoil her a bit and sweep it off with my finger so she can suck it clean.

>Nov 23: I have no idea what's gotten into Scrappa, but it's hard to complain: she has turned into a goddamn fuck machine. She hasn't even stopped to eat unless I make her, and then she just chugs a lot of water or milk, burps, maybe throws some candy in her mouth, then hurries back to me. By the time I consider keeping count, I think I've cum in her various holes ten times today. I ballpark her as having cum more than that, but she's so wet and in such a horny frenzy that it can be hard to tell. I hardly have to go inside her for her to start shrieking and squealing like a lunatic. I end up cumming in her mouth, and when she doesn't get her mouth off it for five minutes, I have to force her off by a handful of hair. Needless to say, I get almost nothing done all day.

>We haven't done anything terribly different. We're well into autumn, and I did explain to her that I would be leaving for Thanksgiving the other day. Unless she's trying to get all the dicking she can before I go (I'd suspect she lived off of cum if I didn't see her eat like a garbage truck), the only thing I can guess is that she's in heat. Exactly why, I couldn't tell you. Most animals tend to go breeding-crazy in the spring... but even goblin biology is stupid. They get sick when they're clean and react almost suicidally when they're scared. Whenever I try to talk to her, Scrappa just giggles drunkenly tries to get her hands, face, hips or whatever she can onto my dick (if this IS heat, then not even Scrappa's instincts know where babies come from). I end up having to stick her on top of my cock just to get a word in

>I asked her if this is about "chee-chas." She giggles and puts her finger to my lips, shushing me with a big goofy grin. "Gooey boomy," she chimes in a singsong voice, which for a goblin means shrill and cracked. She spiked her hips into me so hard I thought I would puncture something inside her, but she laughs like it tickles. Her whole body keeps pumping up and down on my dick, and I can feel every bit of her jiggly weight pressing me deeper into her as everything on her twitches and jiggles. She goes between laughter, feral growls, and more of her loony, shrill cooing noises. Whatever's gotten into her, she seems to be enjoying it, at least. It's also that point that I realize that while I'm exhausted and sticky, and fucking her is taking longer and longer for me to cum each time... but I would have imagined there would be some chafing or irritation. That time I had the house to myself and masturbating six times in a day left me with... various problems. The easier solution is that she's wet as fuck nearly around the clock. My horny goblin is a practical lube factory, always giving off some kind of oily sex juice. Maybe it's even a natural sort of skin cream to help with their constant dtf lifestyle

>or maybe it's her somehow affecting me. Nothing I've seen or read suggests any other human has spent a long time around goblins. I must have drank over a gallon of her cum and saliva over the last month, and I've been surprisingly healthy. No colds, despite the temperature change. Sexual and physical stamina's been improving since I got here. For my own sanity as much as logic, I'm not saying I'm becoming a goblin, but maybe something in her hormones or smell is some kind of biological buff? Maybe her smell brings out the testosterone or something. That might explain why goblins get so aggressive with each other. I ended up testing this with her a bit; I'm going to be here for a while with this one anyway, as the sevenths of the day.

>I spank her while she rides on me, and she chirps and picks up her pace. Nothing unusual, despite her noisier symphony of sex noises. With her hanging onto my neck and chest, my hands are free to pinch her nipples and twist, slowly increasing the pressure around her dark green areolas and fat greenish-pink nipples. She gives a sharp gasp and her eyes go wide. Her humping slows, and she stares at me with those big eyes just like she does when she's curious about something new (rather than squealing in pain like a person would, for how far I've twisted her tits around). She's breathing heavy and drooling over her big perky tits. She doesn't look afraid, just wondering what I'll do next.

>I tug back on Scrappa's purple hair and order her in goblish to not stop humping. She gasps like she forgot I was inside her, and her hips get back to working up and down. I start to squeeze and knead her boobs instead of twisting, but go rougher than usual. I try to pinch and leave scratches, knowing any such tiny marks would be gone within the hour. Her little claws dig into my shoulders with excitement, and she's licking her lips. "Dirty Scrappa hungry for more?" I hiss out in her native language and she nods, puffing up her chest invitingly as she rides me.

>I end up giving her a testing tug on her ear. She coos while her head tilts with it. I go as far as giving her a quick swat on the cheek. That's apparently too affectionate for her, as she takes my the offending hand and bites on my fingers. Nothing to draw blood, but it stings and succeeds at riling me up a little. I slap her tits so hard that one knocks into the other like one of those office toys, making them wobble back and forth. She gasps and dug her nails into me deeper, apparently not caring if those draw some blood. We get into it rough; real goblin style, by all I've gathered. It's a bit of haze, but we bite, we pull hair, and we hiss little teasing insults at each other. She gives me a scratch or a demanding growl when I go too soft on her. She's set on this way for the night. I don't exactly lose control, but it's absolutely intense, and she's so elastic that no amount of slapping her face or spanking her pussy seems to phase her beyond an excited little squeak.

>Somehow I end up with my hand around her neck, not choking but holding her tight enough to suggest it. I can feel her thin little throat as she pants and breathes faster than I've ever heard her go, eyes wide and glassy. I cum right before I swear I hear a wet splat, maybe a dull pop inside her, and she cums what I swear must have been a literal bucket. My legs and the couch are soaked, and it’s thicker than usual. I’d worry I burst something, or maybe she’s managed to wet herself for the first time since I’ve met her, but she keeps on humping until I peel her back off me. She purrs and seems out of it long enough for me to at least towel her off and get some of the worst of all her sweat and cum stains, but she’s right back on me before I can finish. It’s a few more hours and orgasms until she just collapses into a snoring, cum-soaked heap around 8 o’clock. It’s at least a chance for me to clean at least dry her off, careful not to get too much water on her. She’s just a big-titted rag doll in my hands, wearing herself out cold. It’s a chance to catch a shower and eat a proper meal before I curl up with her. Whatever got into her, I hope it’s through. It’s fun once in awhile, but everything aches. Maybe we’ll sleep in tomorrow. If this is all what I think it is, she’ll need her strength...

Nov24: Scrappa seems a little tired today, but pretty much back to normal. She eats an double breakfast, which seems normal after yesterday. Goblins definitely run on their stomachs. If they're fed and there's nothing around to spook them, they tend to be pretty content with themselves (until anything they want crosses their line of sight). I realize I haven't really got into it yet, but we're forming something of a pattern. Scrappa's too wild to contain with a genuine schedule, but I try to keep her somewhat regular with her feeding so I know she's at least getting something naturally edible on top of whatever she scavenges around the house or the yard. This is the basics of our days together:

>8-9am. Scrappa wakes up. Mostly seems to update her scent markings/cum, explore the house (patrolling for intruders?) and snacks. She would groom herself early on, but only so far as checking for lice and combing with her fingernails. She has since stopped this with all the petting and actual brushing I'll do for her.

>10am. I wake up. Cook breakfast for us both. I like to mix it up, but so far Scrappa's favorite normal breakfast: 3 eggs (2 raw, one cooked), 2 pieces of bacon, and two pieces of toast (extra dark and crunchy)

>11am. dressed and start on work. Scrappa tends to get overly clingy if one of us doesn't cum by noon. She thinks she's not doing her job or that I'm upset with her. If I shower in the morning, she's usually quick to "clean me up" and get her smell back on me. Not that it goes away with one shower anyway; I've been doubling up on those to try to prep for my family trip.

>2pm. Try to have most of my work done by then. Fix a snack for Scrappa: usually a few sandwiches and something crunchy. Half a bag of chips will do, but I try to give her some kind of fruit or vegetable. Pickles or carrots tend to be her favorite, and she always puts on a show of fellating them for me. If any errands need to be run, I take care of them once she eats and has calmed down.

>5pm. Dinner, cooking something myself while letting her gorge as she pleases. It helps tucker her out for bed, combined with a good dicking or two in the evening. I give her scraps of what I'm having, so I always make extra, but I experimented with her after seeing her licking an old can she found laying around. Scrappa has a real taste for canned cat food, and they're plenty cheap so I can keep them around for her easy meals

>9pm. Dessert. Something sweet to reward her for being good, even if "good" is very relative with her. If she hasn't been good, then it's a reward to make her know that I don't hate her and am not going to kick her out. Some candy or cookies work, but our favorite is sharing a big bowl of ice cream. I'm the only one to get the spoon and she lets me be alpha as fuck while she waits her turn. If she doesn't get it fast enough, she starts to whine and try to make me happy with a lapdance or tits in the face or such. Whenever she does, it ends up taking so long that it starts to melt, and she gets most of the "ice cream soup." It's also one of her favorite forms of foodplay. I offered her a spoonful once if she spread her legs, but stuck it into her pussy instead. She made such cute yipping noises from the chilly surprise as I stirred it around. "Scrappa's slutty pussy is so hungry! It'll eat anything!" I laughed at her. I ended up apologizing by eating it out of her, and letting her eat the rest of the melted ice cream off my cock like a fleshy popsicle

>midnight. Bed time. We tend to have our longer and more intimate sessions before bed. Her chubby figure makes it so she can't climb into bed without ending up on all fours with her ass in the air (or maybe she just wants me to think that). She sleeps naked and curls up against me even when it's warm out. One good orgasm puts her right out, but if she's especially fussy or saying she's still hungry, fingering her ass' tender organ puts her right back in line and an orgasm turns her into a snoring rag doll. I tend to read or browse on the laptop an hour or so after to make sure she goes to sleep (and because it’s the only quiet I have all day)

>Nov 27: day before Thanksgiving. I'm not heading out until tomorrow, but I've shown Scrappa the basics and reminded her of the important stuff. I'm even leaving her a few extra toys to keep her busy. I showed her how a vibrator works, and that gets lots of cute "Vroom" noises out of her. Plus she's so short and chubby that most of her body jiggles slightly when she uses it. I left the mp3 player hooked up to the speaker, so she just has to hit a button to turn on her playlist (her usual mix of pop, rap, disco; absolutely zero classical). I even leave an unwashed shirt of mine for her to smell if she gets lonely

>At least Scrappa seems to be aware of what’s going on. I was wondering if it would sink in, but she’s extra clingy today. She hangs on the edge of my shirt and keeps burying her nose in my crotch and just sniffing around before doing any real licking or sucking. I think it’s her turn to be blue, and I’m sure to miss her too. I order a lot of Chinese takeout and give her a bowl of fried rice and chicken so big even she can’t finish it in one sitting

>when we go to bed, she knows I’ll be leaving in the morning. She cuddles and claws me up a bit and I ask if she wants her rubrub before we settle in. she asks for something special before we go and gives me her idea. She wants to have my scent on her so strong that she won’t forget it when I’m gone. I doubt that’s possible, but I’m willing to hear her out and end up agreeing

>Now, I dabbled in women, mostly in college, but I can’t say I’ve ever been into anything too freaky. Scrappa is by far the weirdest sex I’ve had, and that’s even if you ignore her whole species and second clitoris thing (still baffled; maybe it’s like an egg sac or something?). This feels like it takes the cake, despite not involving a Scrappa leaking cum out every hole and hogtied or a half-dozen orgasms in a day… Scrappa wants to eat my ass

>we end up easing her into it. I strip down and lean over on all fours. She starts sniffing like a dog and I have to steady myself not to jump too much. She lets out happy little hums, so I guess humans at their worst don’t smell bad enough compared to what goblins experience (or maybe just because it’s me). She gives it a kiss or two on the cheeks, then she starts licking. It’s startling at first, but then again Scrappa’s not working with a human tongue either. It’s more long and slithery, something that feels like it would compare to an eel, and it can dig in deeper than expected. It’s… very new and very strange. I start breathing deeper and slower to keep my cool and not instinctively pull away.

>she ups her game when she reaches under my legs and starts jerking me off. It’s a little more skilled than I expected of her, working blind like that. Her dull claws rub over my balls while the other pumps away. Her tongue slithers around, smearing her spit around behind me and running down my legs. If she steps things up, I decide to match her; something tells me you don’t get to be Bicka by bending over and taking it. I take her by the ears and pull her head back out, complete with a wet sucking noise. I set her back as she whines for more and sit on her face. “Scrappa’s not too full from dinner, is she?” I tease her as I settle back on her mouth. I brace my legs on either side to not risk crushing her, but she’s more confident in her goblin durability and pulls on my thighs to force me down. She adores the mix of my scent and my domination, trying to bury herself in me as she slurps up hungrily. I let her drink me in while we get our hands all over each other, rubbing a few orgasms out of each other

>we end up squeezing each other and cuddling up in the wet sheets. Scrappa’s happy as a goblin in a puddle of cum. I bite the bullet and kiss her, breaking the unspoken ass to mouth code just for her. She’s snuggled up all close as I pet her hair and get her attention. “Hey… piji.”

>Scrappa squirms in my arms and chirps back “Riti.” I smooch her on the head and tell her again: “Piji...”

>”Riti!”

>We go back and forth at least twenty times with our stupid game, and by the end we’re just yelling it at each other until she’s a giggling mess. She seems okay with the deal; I promise I’ll find the first excuse to come back to her tomorrow

>Nov 28: well, the VanHellsing Thanksgiving was the least of my worries. I woke up to kiss Scrappa goodbye and see that she had enough food. I considered a burner phone for emergencies, but I can't imagine her doing anything that catastrophic. Back at the family's house, nobody but Paige knows about Scrappa at this point. Mom asked what all the cologne was for (the stink), so I said I was seeing somebody, but not really dating. Short and purple hair was all I let them pry out of me, so they're left thinking I'm dating some perky goth. I do end up cursing under my breath in goblish when I touch the hot part of the gravy dish ("boon matika shy!" or "hump your mother's face"), but I get Paige to back me up that it's something from a sci fi series we watched.

>when I get home around ten o'clock... well, do you remember Calvin and Hobbes? Scrappa must have heard the car and smelled me coming, so she flying tackled into my waist. She's laughing and crying and jabbering away and kissing my stomach while I'm left lying in the dirt in the yard. I keep forgetting that Scrappa's stronger than she looks. I lift her up and get us back in the house, holding each other tight. There's an odd little smell to the place, and more than usual. It's more of a chemical smell than normal. I check out the house, and Scrappa's too busy kissing my neck and going on about how much she missed me to bother asking her. I just pop a finger under her loincloth and start giving her rubrubs to calm her down while I check around. Her food bowls are mostly empty, but she has some leftovers. There's some books knocked off the shelves and left open on the floor. Nothing's really broken, but there's a few empty bottles by the trash. It's a real mix of containers... two beers, a two-liter of soda, a container of laundry detergent, vegetable oil, and some cheap shampoo. Scrappa burps right on cue once I recognize them

>I ask her if those tasted any good, and she says it wasn't for taste. She points me towards the bathroom and there in the sink is what looks like a tennis ball made of a translucent but slightly green goo. A gooey little lump no bigger than my fist. I shift Scrappa in my grip and rub at her belly. She does feel a bit heavier than normal.

>"Chee-cha?" I ask carefully, nodding at the blob. She shakes her head. "Egg sacs," she specifies. "Scrappa's making more soon. Then can put babies in them." It's the first clear sentence she's told me, and it comes out... different. She's actually pronouncing words rather than just squeaking them out, a much more delicate touch to them. I wasn't sure how I'd react to it all, but I end up smiling big. The book said a mother goblin got rapidly more intelligent

>"So... you're pregnant?"

>she rubs her big soft nose into mine and giggles before she kisses me. "Scrappa will make lots of eggs for Bicka. Bicka will have family right here. Lots of piji-riti. Big clan!"

>I have no idea what I'm supposed to do except that she explained how the eggs will work. When they're all ready, they need more cum; hers for girls, mine for boys. She tells me she can handle it, and not to worry. I'm still a bit overwhelmed, so she gets down and takes my hand to lead me to bed. She strips me down and climbs on top of my dick before I can think to stop her. She does have a bit more of a pot belly than normal, though that might be from her marathon of unregulated eating over the last few days.

>"Just... be careful, yea?" I ask her

>she shushes me with a slimy finger to my lips. "Scrappa's a mommy now," she whispers as she grinds my dick into her. "Let mommy take care of her bicka."

>Nov 29: Scrappa's intelligence is remarkable to watch. She really is learning quickly. I find that the books she'd used weren't dropped, but open. She said she'd watched me typing a lot, so she was picking it up, despite no signs of it earlier. It IS mostly just fantasy novels and comics, but still impressive stuff. She's not eating more than usual, but she asks for some soap and other bizarre stuff. I started thinking it was pregnancy cravings, but the weird coloring of the egg sacs make me think otherwise. I think her body sucks the chemicals out of what she drinks to make a more durable skin for the eggs, or maybe something that makes up the weird anatomy of a goblin. Maybe they have a high content of ammonia or sodium or something? I'm shit at chemistry.

>she's started cleaning, though that's just organizing; she still masturbates and grinds on things to leave her scent. She's even started watching Youtube and listening to podcasts with me for longer stretches. She's eating more garbage and random chemicals, but she's otherwise shaping up to seem like a pretty responsible mom. She's a little less humpy on me lately, and more prone to napping, but our fewer sessions are a lot more intense. She's screaming really intensely for a while right before she cums, and a lot more assertive and confident with them. She's not humbling begging and asking for them so much as she's grabbing that dick like she owns it. My best theory is she's instinctively practicing becoming a matriarch: she's planning to be the mother of her whole clan.

>Dec 2: I was a dumbass to think that goblin pregnancy would be clean. Easy, maybe, but not clean. Scrappa does take care of herself, even if she's ballooning up that belly rather quickly. She's started to vomit every so often, but she promptly and calmly cleans it up herself if I don't stop her. She's been drinking more chemicals, and I restock on some cleaning fluids and some vitamins in case those will help. She's been especially gassy from it all, but grateful. I still can't imagine how powerful goblin guts must be. Most notably, she's started laying more sacs. She's able to waddle around fine, but it's getting harder for her to climb into the bathroom sink.

>we've started a sort of nightly ritual; I lift her up in front of the sink and spread her legs, rubbing at her folds to open them and help her relax. I dip my fingers in until she clenches around them, grunting as she's in my arms all chubby and helpless. One hand stays on her belly, which eventually starts to shrink in just slightly as she squeezes them out. I only move my fingers aside when I feel the pressure coming down, gently catching and easing down the sticky, fleshy ball. They feel like those novelty sticky balls from vending machines. The ones made from the same stuff as those stretchy hands. I gave one a gentle squeeze and it mushed out of shape like bread dough, just to slowly slop back into shape when I let go. considering how much goop Scrappa made when she was normal, I shouldn't be surprised as the mess with pregnancy

>sex is becoming something else entirely. I don't want to risk squishing anything, so I leave her on top of me. She's becoming what I think people mean by a "power bottom." She's the moaning submissive one, but she'll do things like grab my hands to make me pull her hair, or push her tits into my face and tell me to bite. And something during sex, sometimes not, I see her cooing and rubbing her stomach, as if she's singing to her unlaid eggs. It's mostly these cute, shrill tunes that I've never heard, but occasionally I catch her shrill little whispers singing something like Junk In the Trunk from MC Justin Time or Kesha's Tik Tok. It's surreal to see her do it while I'm balls deep in her while Scrappa's on all fours

>we've also talked it over; we're going to raise females. Scrappa will be a matriarch of sorts, but I'm still her bicka. She wants me to be the only male without any rivals to her love; just me, her, and what's starting to look like a dozen goblin daughters. I asked if she should take over as Bicka since she's going to know more about these girls than I am, but she giggled and kissed my cock. "Silly Bicka. No matter how smart I get, I'm still your dummy Scrappa." It's an oddly sweet thing to say before she starts wolfing down my dick like she's starving

>Dec 7th: my second cryptid encounter. Scrappa is more relaxed, and more accepting of me coming and going for work and shopping. The way she's eating, I do need to step out more often to get more odd flavors for her. The snow's apparently a big deal out here, because the plows don't come by my secluded roads so much. The car is heavy duty enough for this kind of thing, but today a downed tree took out my main way to town. I get pointed down a detour that goes over an old stone bridge. It looks safe in the fact that it's so old that it only has one lane, having stayed up for years. Tire tracks in the snow lead over it, so clearly people have crossed recently. I was just about halfway over when a hand grabbed the car. It was randomly dotted with green warts on dark blue skin. I panic and slam on the brakes instead of speeding off, though they would have been equally effective when the hand lifts the entire car off the bridge. I realize where it's coming from, and where it's taking me; under the bridge.

>I gave another goblish curse (their word for "shit explosions"). I absolutely have a troll situation. It's not what I expected from Grandpa's notes. While I could see Scrappa in the goblin sketches, I think he only ever met (or at least noted) a male troll. I mean, I'm not so far gone that I think Scrappa hasn't altered my tastes in what's attractive, but the she-troll has a surprisingly feminine and pretty face. Her ratty black hair hangs like moss around her big gray eyes and two horns rising from her forehead, and her back and shoulders are covered in the warty bumps, but you can see the female figure on her rather than a twisted gnot of muscles like the males were shown as. Huge breasts, though a slightly flabby build and standing about 11 feet tall seems to encourage that kind of thing. She had long, strong-looking arms and legs, reminding me of an orangutan in sheer reach, but the only hair appears to be on her head... and her groin. She wears a loincloth like Scrappa, looking like the remains of some kind of ancient tarp or blanket, though it's well below her belly and her dark pubic hair pokes out. Somehow what stands out is her tits… I mean top. She wears sort of a studded leather bra around her armchair-sized breasts, something that was clearly built to house her troll-scale chest instead of Scrappa’s salvaged rags. Long and narrow nails tip her long fingers and toes, and she hunches over as she singlehandedly holds up the car and stares wide-eyed at me. She raises a relatively small but very angular nose, and sniffs at me and the car.

>She grumbles and growls a few things before she drops the car a few feet, making it crash and rattle at the bottom of her den before the engine died. "Goblin stink," she finally mutters. It is a MUCH higher pitch than I expected. The kind that made me almost think she was singing gently rather than growling a threat, though soft and thoughtful. I knew an emo girl in my high school who talked like that; a pleasant voice to hear, if she'd ever use it. She poked a fingernail in through the edge of the door and pops it open by force, scooping me and it off in one hand. "Where is it?" she asked with a sort of puzzled frown. Her mouth is fitted for a head much bigger than mine, so it's a big hard to read her expressions at that scale.

>"I don't know," I try to stall. It felt like the best move. No way I can sell out Scrappa, and even if I redirect it, I'm not sure how I'd get the car out of this river. It's a shallow stream, really, and it's barely trickling at this time of year. I look around as she awkwardly shakes a finger to get the car door off like a stubborn wedding ring. I spot a fire and big empty pot over it, and there's a few bones laying by the riverbed that I think/hope are wild animals. Otherwise, it's pretty barren here.

>"I can smell it," she states a bit more loud and clear like she's finding her voice after a long time. She sniffs me again before her pointy nose pokes at my crotch. I see her big eyes, the size of my head, widen and I know she's picked up the scent. She hooks one of those nails into my pants and pops them open. She gives my package another strong sniffing before she runs her tongue the size of my arm over my crotch. Her breath and spit is hot despite the weather, and her tongue is... bumpy. It's not the warts, because they're firm enough like they make on certain kinds of sex toys. One stroke of that and I'm hard, but she doesn't stop at one. She lets out this curious, deep hum that makes it vibrate as she just slathers my cock in her warm tongue and lips. She could fit most of my lower body inside her mouth if she wanted to, but she seemed to be genuinely scrubbing the goblin flavor off of me as she braces her palm against my ass to hold me up

>going into the mouth of a troll is definitely not as unpleasant as it sounds. I cum three times in an unclear amount of time because she is being VERY thorough. She drinks up my cum each time, and she always gives another pleased little hum. Eventually she starts to pull down her loincloth, showing more of that oily pubic hair. Judging by my extensive knowledge of goblin genitalia, she seems very damp and very aroused. I finally manage to get my wits enough to ask her to stop and she pops my dick out of her mouth with another wide-eyed, uncertain stare. I remember the book emphasizing that trolls weren't very bright, and she might have just taken the order seriously. She give me a sort of forlorn frown

>"It tasted good," she mutters, licking over her thin lips and her floppy, dog-like ears hang low. "Besides, goblins can track their own smell, so you need to get rid of it quick. Don't know how you got it on you." I realize that she thought she was helping. I'd later realize that by some disgusting miracle, troll spit perfectly neutralizes goblin smell. The smell of her sweat would be too much for me to realize it at the time. I decide to take advantage of her confusion

>"Well, stop. You're not allowed. I'm... friends with the goblins." Her ears perk up and she pulls some of the damp black hair from her face to look right at me. "You... can do that?"

>I shrug. "Be friends with the goblins? Sure."

>"I meant make friends." Ow. My fucking heart right there. I look around the den as I sit in her grip. "What do you eat down here?" I ask, eying up the pot. I know people have crossed the bridge, given the tire tracks, so it must have just been the goblin smell that attracted her

>"Fish, sometimes." She goes quiet and shifts her feet awkwardly, hunching over a bit further. I read it all as her being bashful about something. When I press the subject, she pinching a piece of her upper arm, plucks it off, and pops it into her mouth. With her squishy flesh and strong fingers, it pops off in a strange, bloody chunk, and like the books suggested, it grows right back. "M'dad said I shouldn't do that so much, but not a lot of animals come down by the bridge anymore. Not even goats."

>I ask if she can put me down. She shakes her head. I firmly TELL her she has to put me down, and she does so quite quickly. I go to my car and I bring her a bagel and some chips I was going to eat on the drive. She wolfs them down with a lot of noisy chomping, and I see her big mouth twist into a clumsy smile like she hasn't had the reason to in years.

>My heart melts for the big dumb girl. She probably grabbed me with the intent of eating a goblin-seasoned human, but she seems to have forgotten, or at least second-guessed herself. I walk over and rub her leg carefully, but she just looks at me quizzically.

>I ask how long she's been down here. She doesn't know. I ask her if her father's around. She says he got killed by a man a long time ago. I ask if she has a name, and THAT she knows: Gruunda. I am assuming that's how it's spelled, because she doesn't know. As Gruunda and I strike up a conversation, I make her a deal. I'll go get her some more food, and she'll let me go; just so long as I promise to come back.

>I point out that she'll have to get my car up to the road so I can get a tow truck. She looks confused about that last part, and I point out that it won't start. And that's where I learn something new: trolls are AMAZING craftsmen. She opens up the hood with her fingernail like a crowbar, pokes and pulls at a few things, and tells me to try again. It not only starts, but the clicking that it used to have when it starts is gone. She even fixes the door with a few precise shoves and bends with her ridiculous strength and delicately long fingers. And then she apologizes for not having proper tools to do it right. It must be how she made her own clothes.

>I go through with our deal and then some. I buy her some cheap meat and snacks and deliver them back to her. I also offer her a place to stay that isn't full of snow and river water. There's a shed out behind my house that I don't use, a remnant from when Grandpa must have had a woodstove for heat. I tell her that I know Scrappa hunts out there sometimes, so there must be more animals, and it has to be warmer than this place under the bridge. It's not as spacious, but I know how trolls can fit almost anywhere based on Scrappa's stories. I tell her we can be friends.

>the she-troll just breaks into tears for a while before she can actually accept. I ran the numbers on the way to the store, and if she can mostly fend for herself, then it should be barely anything to offer her the occasional snack. The only hard part would be convincing Scrappa to have another girl on the property. When we get home, though, it's surprisingly smooth. Scrappa waddles out when the car arrives, ignoring the troll that slinks out from behind a tree she shouldn't have been able to hide behind.

>Scrappa hugs and nuzzles my lap while she mewls about missing me. Then she trots out to the troll, sizes her up, and kicks her in the ankle. Gruunda looks surprised more than hurt, but she backs up a step either way. Scrappa giggles proudly and comes back to me. "Bicka first, but Scrappa is Bicka's. The troll can stay outside, yea?" I give her the arrangement and she agrees, but she pulls down my pants to give my underwear a slimy lick over the crotch, all while looking at Gruunda out the corner of her eye. It’s a power play she pulls, and I have just enough time to point Gruunda in the direction of the shed before Scrappa drags me inside to get her smell on me again. So long as Scrappa stays in charge and gets to cling to me, I think she can care less about our new neighbor. The she-troll is endlessly grateful, and she's already made my car better than ever despite claiming to have never seen one up close before. We plan to let her to look at my plumbing tomorrow.

>Dec 10th: for what I expected from a troll, being a perfect houseguest was not among them. Gruunda's fixed things around the house from creaky floorboards to the water pressure, just by tinkering around with them for a few minutes. She's still a bit sheepish and awkward, but she won't stop making it clear how grateful she is. I've tied her into the shopping list, and she doesn't eat nearly as much as I expected at her size. After a few days, it sounds like she lives off a combination of moss and plants, wild game, and a few burgers a day. She probably averages less than I eat. The winter means there's not much sunlight, which is good for her. Apparently it takes quite a while to turn her to stone so it startles her more than hurts. I check on her now and then, but we're staying friendly neighbors.

>Scrappa isn't afraid to get a little bossy with her, which Gruunda doesn't seem to mind. She prefers some solitude, but someone to talk to at all seems good enough for her. She hunts or sleeps most of the day, so Scrappa and I still have a lot of time alone. Getting anything useful out of Gruunda is difficult at best, but she knows about goblins. She knows them as troublemakers and thieves, but she doesn't have much to take besides her cauldron and whatever she can fix up from the shed. I have my suspicions at first, but she doesn't remember any goblins recently, so I don't think she knows what happened to Scrappa's tribe either. The place is barely bigger than she is, but she seems happy wedged in there, contorted and partly flattened against a wall like some kind of bipedal octopus.

>Scrappa's been strangely self-sustaining, and it can be jarring to carry on a conversation with her when I had to outright babysit her before. Her sex drive seems to come back as her belly starts shrinking back to normal. At its biggest, she had a watermelon growing out of her gut, which is especially unusual to see at her size. She liked to rub it against my shaft until I came on her stomach, rubbing it over her oily skin and cooing her little song to her waiting eggs like a fertility ritual. She’s up to about 15 eggs laid; they keep squishing together when we run water over them like we’re supposed to. It's all so strange, seeing her like this, but beautiful. She's more aware of herself, and she seems really happy with where she is.

>it’s not to say she doesn’t like to be pampered. Every so often she’ll still break that confidence and intelligence, and just curl up in my lap to bury her face in my crotch or lazily lick my fingers. I almost worry that being a responsible mother-to-be is a bit much on her little goblin mind. I held her in my lap tonight while she holds her belly, softly sucking and nibbling on her ear tips. She wriggles as it tickles, and I ask if she wants to head to the bedroom. She says it’s too early for sleep, so I mix things up and take the initiative. “Nope! Bicka’s orders!” I heft her up, not much weight difference to her despite the belly, and smack her on her jiggly booty. She gives this huge, shocked shriek before she kicks her feet around, laughing and calling me their words for barbarian and kidnapper (technically just “hits harder than he has to” and “took from the wrong tribe”).

>She slaps and shoves at me while she laughs to play hard to get, finally hopping out when we get into the bedroom. She tries to climb up onto the bed by herself, but with her belly, it ends up with her boobs spread out over the blankets and her big green butt wiggling as she kicks for leverage. I have to grab her cheeks and push her up the rest of the way, where she rolls over to sit and smile at me as she gives another chemical burp. It is ridiculous what I find sexy these days…

>I give her hair a little tug and she giggles and pulls mine back.I nibble on her nose and she bites my lip hard enough to taste a little blood. It’s weird little foreplay of light pats and pinches. I think it’s the level of trust she’s put into me. She knows I’m twice her size and I know how goblin society works, but I never hurt her more than a firm spanking or a hard fucking. I think that never ceases to amaze her, like every petty smack turns her on when she realizes it doesn’t hurt. In a way… I really hope she never finds her tribe. If nothing else, because she was treated like that. She opens her pudgy lips wide as I mount her and start kissing. Our heights make it impractical, but she folds her toes around her round belly to rub at my shaft and balls with them instead. Gruunda’s agreed to help me shower by licking me down when I need to go to work, voiding out the smell, but when I’m around her, I can’t help but always want to be engulfed in Scrappa’s strange taste and smell. No matter what she eats, her long, slimy tongue is always rich with that weird, sick taste of home.

>we'd gone over how the cum spread on the eggs will affect the gender, and agreed that we wanted more women in the tribe; me because they seem cuter, and her because she says same sex goblins tend to get along better than mixed (less to worry about, I guess). I've been avoiding cumming inside her, just in case, and she seems to love it. I end up lining my shaft right between her puffy, hungry labia and pumping through them. It bumps the head against her belly as she tries to look around it to watch, and her slit keeps leaking out her warm, horny juices while my cock is holding it open

>I pinch her nipple and it gets a horny shriek out of her as she arches her back. It's too fun to pass up on and soon I'm stretching her breasts away from her chest and her eyes are like saucers. She's panting so fast she can hardly breathe, and then... she milks. I feel a thicker oily sensation than usual that makes my fingers slip and her breast plop back to her chest. I look at my hands and there's a creamy substance, translucent with a hint of blue; kind of a vegetable oil texture. I look down at Scrappa who blinks up at me expectantly, and she does something very rare; a goblin blushes. It's a deep pink color like undercooked steak that goes across the spots on her cheeks and nose, making them look more like freckles than before. Of course she's lactating... she's a busty pregnant goblin. The book mentioned that they made milk anyway, which made them laying eggs that much stranger

>Getting her point, I lick my fingers clean and grope her again. It makes her happy, and it's a sort of plain but not unpleasant flavor. It makes me think of that time I ate a fried Oreo at the fair; so much grease that it kind of coats the mouth and blocks out other flavors. Was that what goblins always tasted? It would explain how they eat so much filth... either way, I kiss her some more before I latch a mouth onto her breast and start suckling. She moans a little at first, but when nothing else comes out, I think like a goblin. I bite into her areola demandingly, and she gives this horny shout. More of the greasy milk comes out, and she makes it sound like its an orgasm all of its own for her to be milked, and for all I know it is for a goblin.

>it's a literal fight to get the milk out of her. She loves the feeling of it coming out, but I have to bite and slap at her breasts to get any decent flow. She has that same rubbery pinata thing going with her pain sensors, where her favorite games include throwing her across the room onto a couch. Eventually I grab her other tit and bend it around, squeezing and squishing it to turn one up towards her. We've played with her sucking or licking her own nipples before (usually when she wants attention or during her sexier dances), but it takes her a second in all her pleasure to get what I mean. "Hungry, my brooby?" I offer, using the goblin phrase for "mama."

>I suck on one tit, Scrappa sucks on the other. I see her pointy teeth dig into her skin, and we have a sort of contest to see who can drink the most or treat her nipple the roughest (I think I end up winning by virtue of a bigger mouth and hands). I end up turning things around so that she's holding both of her nipples to her mouth, drinking and drooling her oily milk while I stuff my dick between her tits, fingering her with a free hand. She ends up cumming hard and flopping onto the bed in her slimy puddle, and I return her usual favor my licking her clean. It was a real tender little moment between us...

>oh, and don't worry... things got gross again a few minutes later. Scrappa belly made a thick squishing noise and we hurried her back to the bathroom. I hefted her back into position right before she squeezed out another five eggs. She hugs her belly and I can see it flatten out to its normal, mild pudge, just hanging slightly over her loincloth. It looks like she's emptied herself, and she looks up at me happily as I hold her spread eagle in front of the sink. "Scrappa drooby," she gurgles sort of weakly. I kiss her cheek and hold he in my arms. She looks exhausted as I hold her and do something so new she doesn't seem to know what to do with it: I help her cum nice and gently.

>Scrappa can squirt in under 5 minutes if you're rough and quick about it. I rub her slow and gentle, letting my fingers clean out all the egg sludge mixed in with her cummy juices from her pussy. She's somewhere between ready to fall asleep and hypnotized by it as I give her featherlight touches all over, just refamiliarizing myself with it. It takes us about an hour of intimacy, and even with the unwitting endurance training she's given me over the month, my arms are exhausted by the time she quietly gasps and squirts over the eggs. Properly fertilized, I just whisper to her "You will be a beautiful brooby. My beautiful Piji-Riti. Love you, Scrappa." I forgot my hand is still inside her, because I swear the flattery alone makes her cum one more time in a quick little twitch and squirt. I make sure she's done before I lug the goblin I love back to bed and update the journal

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