An Anon and his gobbo fren Elora are lost. She will learn of the BHC.

Tags: humor, shortstack, mating press, BHC, prose, solo female, solo male, human x goblin


“We’re lost.”

“Yes. I see that.”

Anon shook his head. “You’re the one who messed up with the map. Holding it upside down.” He kept walking, his cargo getting heavier with each tiring step. Elora hummed and squinted at the map. She muttered something in her weird goblin language. Squinted with her goblin eyes. She was a goblin. Very pretty for one, he had to admit. Only coming up to his stomach, she was well built. “Tom-boy” is how she came off. “You know you could be more help.” He said.

“I am very helpful.”

Anon fought the urge to also tell her how heavy she was getting. She sat atop his shoulders, her admittedly soft thighs wrapped around his neck. His back was spared her backside, which sat atop his backpack. “We should stop and make camp eventually. I smell rain.”

“With who’s tent?” She growled and he felt a soft thump on top of his head. “It isn’t my fault we forgot it.”

“You, forgot it.”

“I forgot it. I’m small. I’ll just share your tent.” He growled at that. “I mean you will be so kind as to allow me to share your tent.” Better. They eventually stopped and made camp. Indeed her goblin nose had been right. It had begun to rain just as they had finished pitching his tent. Crawling within he found it snug. “Scoot.” She said, crawling upwards. Before he had time to complain he became aware of how warm she was, pressed next to his chest.

“Are you sick?”

“What? No. Goblins just warm up when it’s time to sleep. Something about caves.” At least that made sense. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Between the rain and the fall season it got pretty cold. The two of them quietly chatted about a few mundane subjects. Studies, past adventure. 

It was Elora who brought up the first dirty topic of the night. “So, did you ever rail that elf girl you had your eye on?” Anon started and turned his head. She was grinning ear to ear, sharp teeth glinting in the low lumos spell that hovered in the air above them. Her hair had fallen aside from covering the entire side of her face and Anon was reminded at how cute this squeaking little creature was. “Well?”

“She prefers girls. Funny huh?” Elora raised an eyebrow and poked a clawed finger at anon’s cheek. “Elf girls are like that! All she would need is a taste of your BHC, and her mind would be changed no doubt!” The what? Anon asked what a BHC was. “Oh, you know, your uh, your…” she fidgeted. “Big human cock?”

Anon laughed at that and she poked his face again. “Oh yeah! What’s so funny? All I ever get is “uoooohhhh” and “goblin belly erotic” and the classic “ooooohh thick goblin thighs!”

“They’re not exactly slim.”

“And your BHC isn’t even B is it. SHC?” Anon bristled. “What? No.” She grinned. “Oh yeah? You got all the proof you needed about my “delicious green thighs” so how about you prove it. Whip it out!” When anon said no, she just started chanting in her squeaky cucumber person voice. “SHC! SHC!”

Anon glared at her, reached down, and did as she asked. Her voice died in her throat with a squeak as his manhood flopped out onto her thigh. “What the fuck man why’s it so huge.” She bit her lip as she lowered a hand and ran a finger along his length. She jumped a little as he shuddered from the touch. She grinned. Next thing he knew she was straddling him, his manhood trapped between her soft thighs. 

“Poor anon. Not getting enough attention. Don’t worry I’ll make it all better.” He sat up, and placed a hand on her hip to stop her. He froze as she shuddered at his touch and began to rub her thighs together. Her skin was sweaty, soft, and so hot it was almost like an oven. He gritted his teeth. Maybe. Maybe he should just let her.

Anon shuddered and got a handful of her ass in those little shorts of hers. He imagined how hot she must be on the inside. Her slick thighs stroked and smothered his manhood. His other hand came up to run along her torso, stopping at her soft chest. He squeezed a handful and she gasped. Neither said a word as they worked on each other. Anon felt himself throb before she stopped and slid forwards, grinding her crotch to his. 

“Anon?” He looked at her, she bashfully looked away, a knuckle in between her teeth. “You don’t have a SHC.” She slowly looked back at him and swept her bangs back behind one pointed ear. “It’s kind of scary to be honest. It’s up to my ribs.” She slowly stroked it against her stomach, and the head was past her belly button, pressed into her soft abs. “You could kill a girl with this thing.” As he stared into her eyes her shy, adorable expressing slowly twisted into a smug grin. “There are worse ways to go.”

They adjusted, he threw her shorts behind him, but they bounced off the wall of the tent and landed on top of the pair. They didn’t notice, and she spread her thighs. Her pink engrave stood out in contrast against her green skin. He shifted forwards and she guided him towards her entrance. With a forward push his tip spread her folds. She was tight. Almost painfully tight. Like a silk glove worn by a gorilla. More than anything she was hot. She wasn’t an oven. She was a sauna. Hot and wet and ready like a papa johns pizza. Her psych ward sock grip pussy squeezed his manhood like her life depended on it. She groaned and ran a hand along the visible bump on her stomach as he bottomed out, balls deep. 

Her insides rippled and gripped him like harambe gripping the leg of a small black child, dragging him through the flooded gorilla enclosure that was her hot goblin insides. “Enough monkey business.” She said. She looked up at him, hiding both pain and pleasure with a smile. 

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

And so he did. He slid out until the tip was all that remained. “Oh fuck.” She groaned, biting her lip. She yelped as he slammed back in. She kept yelping as he did it again, and again. The sound of his balls slapping against the softness of her ass filled the tent as she groaned and moaned. He was almost bent double on top of her, an ankle in each hand. He pushed them back behind her ears as he railed her. “Anon!” She called out, and he felt soft claws grip his jaw and pull him into a kiss. He yelled into her mouth as their tongues wrestled. He slid back into her one last time, pressing down on her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he erupted inside of her. Each spurt brought a fresh groan into her mouth as his own mind blanked. His vision went white as he had the most violent orgasm of his life. 

He collapsed next to her. The tent was so hot. She laid next to him, aftershock causing her to tremble. She held onto his arm, green fingers entwined with his. “BHC...” She muttered as he drifted off.