Mamono Student Exchange Goblin Ch 02

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The librarian's shop was the stop he was glad he took his medication top-up. It was another brick building but built in a haphazard design of overlapping circles as if the structure itself was the amalgam of many intermeshing towers. Opening the door, he found a chaotic, yet beautiful library combined with a bookstore, with two goblin women at the counter.

A goblin librarian with a short skirt (and no panties, judging by the green tuft visible between her legs) sat on a chair next to a desk, taking inventory. John almost giggled at her high heels with pumped soles, apparently short and stacked goblin women wore them to look taller. Her colleague was just a bored, messy-haired goblin girl whose glasses were one size too big, lazily poring over an accounting book-wearing pajamas.

"Hello, sweet human, I'm Grace!" Her voice was as high-pitched and cute as any other goblin girl, delightful to hear yet almost childlike. "What do you need?" She eyed him, looking at his student's robes. "New to the Goblin-town University?"

He nodded. "I need the study materials for Mechanical Engineering, as well as writing materials like pencils, at least a hundred pages of the new paper, no vellum." He asked her.

She smiled and waved him in. "Please follow me."

She led him to rows of books, all freshly printed. "We are well stocked for the incoming students. Mechanical Engineering, correct?"

John nodded, letting the sex librarian with sharp glasses (why did it always have to be sharp glasses and suits, he never understood) click her heels as she led him to the section with the books. She gathered the books with a smile from a shelf that was easy to reach and handed him the stack of books.

That was anticlimactic.

"Now, you'll need good, hard, long pencils and solid paper to write on..." The goblin book dealer grinned, taking a ladder to climb to the supplies' shelf, giving him a good look at her unshaven, green-haired pussy with the short pencil skirt with a grin.

Dear me, John thought, not surprised.

It was crass, it was crude, and it was just the way he liked it, like out of a cheap bawdy tale book.

Scratch that.

Time to fuck another goblin.

When the librarian climbed down, she handed him the supplies with a shit-eating grin. "The last parcel is in the back." Her high-pitched goblin voice roused him immediately, the goblin grinning, her amber eyes focusing on his student robes' front side quickly pitching a tent, satisfied with what she saw.

The storage room was an engineer's delight. All sorts of tools could be found, as John observed. The goblin "librarian" (if John could even believe her to be one judging by her manners) bent over and climbed to a shelf, (completely coincidentally) lining her half-covered ass in perfect height with John's erection, she was most definitely inviting him for a very crass session of fucking in a tool closet.

And it was good.

"I...need a little push..." The goblin spoke in a horny, sultry voice, her words having the best double meaning as she strained to pull the rest of John's shopping list in a clatter of pencils and paper rolls.

Smiling, John reached and put his hands on Grace's thighs and squeezed, knowing exactly what he meant, as he gave a token push to the plush, green goblin ass, pushing her slowly inside the alcove where the supplies were, while slowly undoing his student robes.

All the while he pushed her ass slightly, imitating pushing her as he massaged the soft, plush goblin asscheeks and slowly pulled her skirt up.

The goblin giggled silently and did nothing except slowly bundle the writing materials John needed, but deliberately slow so that he could get a full good view.

Her skirt lifted, and the goblin's plush, big green ass was a sight to behold: Her asscheeks were two, plush firm green melons, and nestled between was a light green-haired pussy and a puckered, winking, dark green asshole above it. The "librarian" (if she ever was one) wore soft, dark-green stockings and red high-heels, presenting her butt, raised high and cheeks to spread, ready to be fucked by the human visitor in her shop.

John shook his head, still drunk on pleasure and disbelief: humanoid females offering sex as if it was a glass of water. Well...

Time to pound some plump green goblin ass, again. The librarian goblin's ass looked like a pair of huge melons, hard and firm, yet felt soft and pliable, jiggling with every touch, her cunt dripping with glistening arousal under her light green, winking asshole.

"Maybe you should look here..." He played along, pointing to a stack of papers (even when another box full of fresh, vanilla-smelling stack of papers was right to her left), and pushed the goblin to a bent-over position, his hands slowly kneading the soft, big globes and gently spreading them before fumbling with his robes to get his cock out with a quiet rustle. Then, grinning, John leaned over the goblin woman, leaning on her soft, bouncy curves, rubbing his nose and chin on her big, wide ears, giving the tip a soft nibble.

The goblin "librarian" almost came at that moment, mewling in a suppressed voice and starting to grin to herself, pushing her ass to engulf his erection. John Bit his lips, trying not to let loose and ejaculate all over her ass and dress: the little green fucktoy had arched her hips to present her ass in an even more obscene way. Shifting his hips, John felt his glans being engulfed by warm, sopping lips as he started to thrust, gently, slowly, into her cunt.

It was insanely hot: he felt like his cock was about to burn up if he would have buried it balls-deep inside the bent-over green, plush fucktoy of a goblin girl. Still, it would be worth it. Gently embracing her from behind, he thrust as deep as he could with one stroke, slamming his cock so deep inside her the only thing the "librarian" could do was give a surprised croaking gasp, feeling his balls slap her wobbling asscheeks.

Keeping a hand on the goblin's mouth for a moment to suppress her yelp, John started to pump his hips, slowly building up a tempo while keeping it quiet enough not to start a scene with the other goblins who might find it awkward or want to join in. The sound of clapping was only more arousing, along with the creaking of steel shelves and the goblin's mewling, pitiful gasps, her breathing and wobbling breasts with every thrust inside her cunt.

"MMhhh..."

The little green goblin went cross-eyed: human cocks always felt big to her kind, filling the warm, hungry emptiness inside her. Her fat ass cheeks kept clapping as the young man behind her kept thrusting. She could feel his fat balls slapping her thighs as he kept going at it, pulling her head back for a kiss, which she lovingly obliged.

All the time, the goblin was doubly bent forward like a pretzel while her new customer pounded her ass like a portable sex toy: it was considered a friendly tip in goblin cities to fuck the shopkeeper or blow one's load in her mouth.

With his weight on him and his cock pressing all the way, almost painfully to her cervix, the goblin shuddered, letting him build up the pace and go faster, her moans turning to suppressed squeals, the steel shelves shook when he kept slamming harder and harder, until his breath became ragged, grunted, and the man on top of her went limp. The goblin could feel his cock twitch inside her, sighing in joy when she felt the energizing pumps of seed inside her: her mamono spirit was feeling joy, nourishment, and life filling her after a dry spell.

Both human and goblin, panting in ragged breaths, took a few moments to cuddle, kiss, and eventually prepare John's parcel. The other shopkeeper smirked when she saw her friend walk bow-legged, panting as she got paid for the supplies, the young man leaving with a skip in his step.

"That was something..."

"I can see that..." She chuckled.

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John left the library, eyes taking a moment to get used to the sunlight again before he set back for the college.

"I am thirsty..."

His breath was almost painful: the manticore venom was doing its job draining his fluids to replenish his essence. Walking at a slow pace, with knowing grins from the feminine sea of goblins passing him by, engineers, craftswomen, and countless other goblins, he walked several blocks, walking through windy streets in small hills, passing by wondrous, mysterious, tightly packed apartments with small gardens before he could finally see the college up on the hill across him.

"Bugger..." He gasped for air: the manticore venom did not stop, and he felt like drying up! The trek down College Hill had taken only twenty minutes: yet he felt like he was walking for hours back, the chime of a mechanical goblin clock above him startled him:

It had taken three hours to walk back only two-thirds of his journey back to his dorm room.

Passing several, cozy yet empty streets, passing by families of goblin women with their human husbands, he had apparently taken a detour and entered a small neighborhood reminiscent of Aquileian residences.

At least there was a small cafe, situated on the ground floor of a tall apartment building, the residents entering from another entrance. It was downright cute, with small chairs and a smothering, cozy wooden interior designed for goblins and a few humans.

The establishment was run apparently by the smiling, soft, motherly goblin wearing an apron, green boots, and a thin, light brown peasant's dress made smaller for a goblin woman. He entered the shop: outside was a bit windy and cold.

The goblin owner turned to him wearing a big smile, chasing away two cats looking for treats.

"Hello, human!" She chirped. "Welcome to Mama Gayla's! What can I get you?"

She looked shorter than Gilly and about as tall as Molly, wearing a big, red bandanna that hid her light green hair, leaving her big, wide ears in the open. Her body was, almost impossibly curvy, a plush ass that strained her skirt and breasts that felt like massive slime balls summoned by wizards. John's feverish mind couldn't how an entire race of monstergirls would be so insanely built as if created to pander to the desires of hungry gods.

"Please, sit." She smiled, gesturing to a larger table.

"I'm thirsty..."

After sitting haphazardly and gasping for air, John could only stutter a weak call for help, eyes almost blurry. Gayla's eyes squinted, flashing a knowing smile: the young man had his first run of Manticore Venom and was drying up after having fun, so to speak.

"Say no more."

Turning around, she put down a large beaker of cold, iced, what seemed to smell like apple juice and spirits, as well as a large cup of bubbling, also iced, water.

"The Dried-out Goblin Cider Combo. Three silvers!"

It cost above the average, but John did not mind. He had some coin left, and it would have to do other than fainting and risking death.

After several minutes of drinking as "Gayla" watched him with great, wide, and surprised eyes, he took a long breath and exhaled with relief, feeling strength returning to his limbs.

"Sorry." He sighed, taking a deep breath.

"So, what brings you to my humble family shop?" The chubby goblin matron took a chair to sit next to him. John expected that: the shop was empty, and the freedom-loving goblins did not import enslaved (still quasi-willing) human men from the dark elves' slave markets, preferring to marry free human men and establish happy little goblin broods of at least five goblets.

John told her the story so far, how he came as a student to study goblin engineering as part of student exchange.

"And let me guess, you got shacked up with one of our girls." Gayla giggled. John could only shrug and smile.

"And she fed you some good Manticore venom and put you to stud?"

They both froze at the awkward and sudden question before bursting into laughter, together.

"Yes." John exhaled and slumped.

"It's the local custom. We don't get..." She put her small hand on his. "...many men into Goblintown but that is changing."

Here we go.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself?" John probed, holding her hand and gently caressing her tiny fingers. Might as well...

Gayla was a chatty one: she told about her life, and how she turned her two-story share in the apartment into a "half-and-half" cafe to make a small profit, as well as prepare her upper floor to establish a family and settle down. She had been an itinerant engineer and seasonal miner and had hit a few motherlodes to be rich and decided to settle down in a cozy part of a humble part of a bustling city.

People can be complicated, John thought. Not everyone can be deadly ambitious: some wanted...

"A family." Gayla chimed in happily, refilling John's glass with bubbling cider. "On the house. I am planning to marry a nice human man and start a family."

"How is business?" John probed. The cafe looked cozy, and mostly only a goblin courier, a young monstergirl on a "tricycle", a quaint device with multiple wheels and foot pedals, would pick up paper-covered pies and leave. He already had a "state-assigned lover", and he did not want to let her down: even now he had to explain why he was regularly boning an orcish prostitute and the goblin roommate's classmate on the first day and...

"It's alright..." Gayla smiled, her huge ears wiggling at the question. The goblin waitress shifted, bundling her arms under her huge breasts which strained her voluminous peasant dress. Her soft, thick, stubby legs were pushing next to his, she was very close. "I had a nice headstart with the gems I dug out, but found out it wasn't a life for me." She put her hand over his, smiling.

Her soft, tiny hands felt warm, making his skin tingle.

"My family were always goblin broods of miners and coppersmiths," Gayla spoke, pouring a dark green, steaming cup of tea that smelled like mint and some weird spices. "We use copper a lot for our "drones", you saw them didn't you?"

John nodded.

"Works wonders, make good money but you can see a thousand goblin sluts pounding copper and making wires, and not enough to make tasty pies and be hospitable to visitors..." She trailed off. "And gods willing, many humans are going to be visiting Goblintown now that we have peace, so I wanted this little cozy cafe for myself. Maybe I'll convert upstairs to have a few bedrooms, I don't know..."

Entrepreneurial and hospitable. A good combination, John thought.

"Do you get many customers?"

Gayla smiled. "Enough to get by with the deliveries to shops, but sometimes I think I overreached... Maybe I should have had a family before I started this..." Her voice trailed off, leaning closer. "Bet you are not alone in your dorm, are you, human?"

Her curious, friendly voice was not without caution, hiding the euphemism behind a wall of courtesy. He nodded, making her slow down and think, her cute, huge, green goblin ears wiggling like that of an elephant:

"I do."

The goblin cafe owner bit her lips, head sinking a little. Still, she kept close, holding his hand with her thick-fingered, green, tiny own: it looked like a tiny doll's, skin smooth and chubby. They were monstergirls, and a man was not avoiding them. It could not be helped. To break the awkward silence, he just side-stepped the issue in the lowest, most cringy and needy way imaginable:

"She is not here right now, went to see her family."

Gayla chuckled, her wide, cute, green face breaking into a relieved smile with shining, pearly teeth, scooching like a cat on her backside towards him. It was simple appetites of both creatures at work, but it would have to do.

A lady goblin is still a monstergirl at heart, a humanoid molded and blessed by nature and tempered by the cosmos clashing in Agrat's desperate spell to change monsterdom. A creature of hills and dales once, a female goblin's instinct is to embrace a human man, especially in lonely, sad moments where both didn't know what they wanted from life, man, and woman.

They had some time to kill, and that was enough for both, living in a city and culture that didn't mind anything they would do.

"Say..." Gayla smiled, her big goblin ears flapping briefly. "I have some time to kill and..."

"Say no more..." John held her hand. Gayla's smile widened into a friendly, happy grin, and she stood up, closing the door of the cafe, and hung a small, wooden sign saying "Will Be Back Soon!", and turning back to John, offered a hand to lead him upstairs to her home.

There was no need for words: it was the meeting of simple eagerness of appetites.

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"Welcome!" Gayla spoke in a cute, high-pitched voice. "It's my home! Not much to look at, but it's mine." She put her hands on her hips and surveyed her own home as if looking at it for the first time in her life.

It was tastefully decorated, John had to admit, rustic, perhaps made with second-hand furniture, but it was a cozy home nonetheless. It had a living room, a luxury in John's peasant life, as well as a relatively big bedroom. The furniture looked old, wooden, and worn, but there were plenty, suggesting she liked to decorate, but had been frugal.

Gayla admired her own handiwork before turning to John with a smile.

"Would you like some tea? Or cider?" John smiled at her question. Goblin cider was famous, and every goblin girl's pride was in the quality of the cider they instinctively knew how to brew.

A few minutes later, both goblin and man sat on her bed, which was a wooden-framed, rustic one with a thick, patchwork blanket and warm sheets, as well as a large pair of cotton pillows with Gayla's name sewn on them in shiny embroidery. Gayla's anxiety was obvious, inviting a man in after a scant half an hour into her bed.

Without wasting time, John finished his glass, and, waited for her to finish as well. Gazing into her amber eyes, it was almost like looking at a diminutive human, albeit with overall enlarged, slightly disproportionate facial features like a comedic relief of a beautiful, short human girl. Except for the wide, pointed ears that put an elf to shame, but that was goblins for you.

Slowly, with gentle deliberation, John cradled her face in his hands, feeling her soft cheeks, her green, fragrant skin in his palm.

Gayla leaned forward and started kissing him, her dark green lips tasting like sweet apples, her tiny, stubby-fingered yet soft hands wandering on his arms, her hot, aroused breath coming from her big nose tickling his face.

Both goblin and man did not wait to strip, fumbling in wholesome awkwardness as they tried to untie laces, and knots, and strip off their constricting fabrics. With the warm, green, soft skin on his rougher, pale body, John's loins started to feel warm, his cock hardening at the curvy, short little green woman's plush body. He looked down, seeing the shy, blushing Gayla open her mouth, close her eyes, and bend down before he felt the soft hair brush against his belly, her wet, soft tongue touch his glans and shaft.

Closing his eyes, John groaned as from the corner of his eye he could see Gayla's head bobbin back and forth between his legs, the goblin woman starting to suck him off, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Kissing the top of his head, his hands held Gayla's ears, gently using them as handles to guide her with his manhood sliding in and out of her mouth, the pressure of her breath and suction of her lips already rousing him into action within seconds. Slowly lifting the little goblin woman without interrupting her fellatio, John put a hand under her soft belly, and slid his other hand on her pussy, pushing her on all fours to knead her plush asscheeks, his fingers gently teasing her pink asshole and the tuft of her light green goblin pussy hair, feeling the softness of her hairs on his fingertips, moist with her juices. With every gentle push to her winking, pink hole, Gayla shuddered, her nose exhaling on his balls with his cock in her mouth, and every little slap on her soft tushy made her playfully bite down on the shaft with a giggle.