Tales of The Goblin West: The Pumpkin Bumpkin Gang (Patreon)

It was a rough time for the growing America. It was less than half the country it would one day become as people were starting to head west with earnest. The ambitious and the desperate went out into the wild frontier, romanticized by tall tales from cowboys and pioneers who returned with wealth and strange discoveries from the land and the locals. People would push as far in as they could and settle down, assuming they survived. People saw strange things out west; horses that walked like men, Natives who turned into demons when they attacked, hidebehinds, bigfoots, jackalopes and some said The Devil himself if you knew where to look and asked the wrong questions.

A lot of folks said it was a lot of superstition. The ramblings of people mad with gold fever, starvation, dehydration and sunstroke. There were still those who returned to tell the tale, discreetly pawning the strange skins and trinkets they'd acquired. Some could make enough cash off of this way of life to retire off of one good trip. Then there were some, like Duke Jackson, who couldn't see what they saw and let it be.

A young deputy nailed a wanted poster onto the bulletin board. He was too young for the iron in his belt, but some towns were desperate like that. It showed a sketch of five figures; two looked like short and pudgy men with glowing eyes. One was a busty woman with a large handgun. A fourth was short and scrawny to a nearly unnatural level. The last was a pretty woman in a loose coat and sombrero, flashing a toothy grin from under the brim of her hat. Apart from the pretty woman, they all wore pumpkins on their heads carved out like jackolanterns. "The Pumpkin Bumpkin Gang" had a fat bounty on them of a thousand dollars for the whole bunch of them, dead or alive. "Wanted for highway robbery, assault, property damage, disturbing the peace, sexual misconduct, public indecency, adultery, and misuse of produce."

Duke eyed the poster as he committed it to memory. He was a hired gun when he could find the work, but bounty hunting was a lucrative business. Especially when people didn't know what they were dealing with and Duke had the edge of knowing about "the weird west." He nodded to himself and got on his personal wagon, popping a cigar in his mouth as he cracked the reigns and started the horses back out into the desert.

Duke was a bigger man than he looked. If you were pulling your weight, you didn't get fat out on the trail, so he had a broad build with a lot of lean muscle. He kept a shallow beard growing just beyond the shadow of his cowboy hat, his skin protected from the sun by an irregular worker's tan. His covered wagon was towed along by two horses, a luxury not everyone could afford. A big pistol was on his hip, with assorted other weapons hidden on his person or his ride for when things got really ugly. He wore some dusty pants and a loose, long-sleeved shirt, the sleeves rolled up on his brown-haired arms. The boots were just a must...

People had been reporting The Pumpkin Gang working out near Jim's Canyon, a fair ride out of town. It left him with the time to stop by an old friend of his; Anaya was one of the Injuns in the area and a medicine man's daughter who knew her way around the local legends, and which ones were more credible than the others. He didn't stay long, because her advice was brief. "You know they're more than what they seem, Duke. No man should go after them, whether they're a paleface or not." Duke just paid her, thanked her and went on his way.

It was late in the afternoon when Duke was thinking of setting up camp. He saw a carriage up ahead, one of the wheels busted to make it tilt at a pathetic-looking angle like a wounded dog. There was a woman in a sunhat and a skimpy dress beside it, pacing and fretting over the scene while her mule lazily picked at some dry grass. She had a paper fan beating at her face as she frowned at the scene. Duke found it only neighborly to stop by. "Need a hand there, missy?" he offered in his low but clear voice.

"Oh! Thank ya kindly, sir!" she greeted with a delicate country accent dancing over her tongue. She had a bit of strange color to her cheeks, possibly some foreign ancestry. It seemed to go with her narrow eyes and slightly pointed features nicely. She gestured helplessly at her cart's wheel. Up close he could see she was on the short side, a little over four feet tall with blonde locks running over her shoulders and teasing at her cleavage. "I just don't know what to do with things like this!"

Duke squatted down to eye up the wheel that was busted against a large rock. "So you came out west without knowing how to change a wagon wheel?" he asked skeptically.

"Oh, it's my Pa who usually does that kind of thing. We ran out of parts so he rode off to try to get a spare," the woman went on. "You wouldn't have one, would ya?"

Duke nodded towards his wagon. "A few. I should be able to spare you one." He stood back up and adjusted his hat. "Just you and your daddy out here?"

"Oh bless ya, sir!" she gushed. "The rest of my family's just inside sleepin'. But where are ma manners? My name's Lizzybeth. Good to meet ya."

"You mean Elizabeth?"

"Of course. What did I say?"

"Nevermind," Duke said with a shrug. He walked towards the rear flap of the carriage. "We're gonna need to raise the wagon to fix it. You got some spare wood or a jack we can use?"

"Oh of course. Help yourself," Elizabeth assured him. "You're so kind to help us all out like this."

Duke nodded, but as soon as he opened the flap there was a click. A scrawny, shorter figure was inside with a rifle barrel poking out and into his face. They were wearing a carved out pumpkin like a helmet with gleaming eyes underneath. "Don't go actin' a fool now, fella," they purred in a cracking voice. A set of sharp teeth smiled behind the zigzagged mouthpiece of the makeshift helmet. "We're gonna take this nice and-"

Duke acted faster than she could threaten. He swung an elbow into the long barrel of the rifle, throwing it wild to fire uselessly into the sand. The Pumpkin Bumpkin tried to aim it again, but the longarm was too hard to maneuver this close. Duke drew his six-shooter and shot her in the chest before she could even aim, sending her flying back into the wagon.

Duke whirled around and dodged to one side out of instinct. The quick gunslinger avoided it as Liz's fan folded up and formed a hidden switchblade, just for it to bury in the wood of the cart instead of himself. Duke threw a quick backhand punch to the short woman, knocking her silly away from him. He wasn't keen on hitting women, but it was something else when they had brought weapons to bear on him.

A sharp whistle came from inside the carriage. Duke threw the flap open, but all he could see was a fat figure jumping out the other side. He looked down and saw the skinny pumpkinhead on the ground: there was a hole in their shirt where he'd hit, but her green skin was aboslutely fine. A lean pair of breasts were visible but barely even bruising from the gunshot. The skinny one groaned and raised her gun again, but Duke snatched it out of her hands and thumped her in the nose with the butt of the rifle. The pumpkin split open as she fell flat on her back, big yellow eyes crossing. Much like he'd suspected, The Pumpkin Bumpkin gang was full of goblins.

A ruckus from outside made Duke leap back out. He saw another wagon coming from an outcropping nearby, this one in much better shape than their decoy. It made as sharp a turn as a horse-drawn carriage could, going parallel with the first cart. Another green girl with a pumpkin on was at the reigns and another sat beside her. The second had a huge green bust speckled with red spots, a pair of party balloons on her 3-foot tall body. To match her pair, she had a pair of revolvers aimed at Duke.

"Alright now! Hands up, ya humie varmint!" she barked, sneering confidently until her pouty lips bared her needly fangs. Duke tried to draw on her, but she was already firing. He dove behind the carriage and kept an ear out as she punched holes through the wood with her bullets. He counted her shots until she reached a dozen, then leaned out for a quick shot at her. It punched through her helmet rather than her head, but he frowned to see her simply throw the guns away. She drew another pistol from her hefty cleavage... and a second. She certainly seemed to have the space for them! She opened fire again, Duke taking his cover again. He took his chance by sliding under the carriage and firing up at her, catching her in the head.

The shooter's pumpkin exploded into a mess of orange as she stumbled backward, crashing into the driver. They went tumbling over as Duke wondered how much of that was pumpkin guts and how much was brains, but his sharp senses heard a sizzling noise. He rolled over to see the fat figure from before, another goblin with a pot belly and big wide tits in a fine but snug-fitting dress, a black coat hanging over that. She had lit some dynamite and threw it under the carriage, grinning madly as Duke rolled to his side and fired again. The sharpshooter blasted the fuse right off the explosive, making her frown.

"You broke my kaboomers, ya idjit!" she snarled. She reached into her coat and produced an old-fashioned gunpowder bomb, but Duke fired two more shots into her. He watched closely and while she grunted and fell over backward, her clothes seemed to take all the damage. The bullets bounced off her skin, making it jiggle as she fell groaning but still alive. Apparently, goblins were bulletproof.

Duke quickly started to reload when there was a heavy clunking noise above him. He looked back to the attackers' cart, where their gunner had thrown away the cart's covering to reveal a full fledged gatling gun. It whirred to life as Duke's eyes went wide and dove behind the cart. The pumpkin-smeared gunner laughed maniacally as she started to blow the other cart to smithereens. He'd call it reckless to her teammates if he hadn't just found that lead didn't do much to them. He let her bombard the cart until her stream of bullets went in the wrong direction, then made his move. He grabbed a shovel from the ruined cart and bolted the short distance between them. Like their rifleman, the huge weapon couldn't turn quickly enough to stop him. He swung the shovel through the air and cracked the gunner goblin across the face with an almost comical clang. Her eyes rolled before she fell limply into the sand, her face actually resting on her enormous tits. Duke gave a quick skim of the area, confirming that the Pumpkin Bumpkins were all down. Once that was clear, he checked on them more closely. They were all still alive.

Soon Duke was sitting by the campfire, cooking under the stars. He had ransacked the outlaws' carriage, roping their horse to his and loading their various guns into his wagon. The goblins themselves were all tied together with their backs together.

"This ain't fair!" shouted the one that had been wielding all their guns. By the mouth on her, she seemed to be in charge. "You can't go shootin' us and takin' our stuff!"

"You were about to do the exact same to me," Duke reminded them. "Except I wouldn't have lived through it."

"That ain't the point!" Duke went back to ignoring her griping as he stirred his pot of bacon and beans.

"So, Liz," Duke spoke up after a moment of stoic silence. "Why are you the different one? Why are you so..." He looked at the other goblin girls. While tiny, they were mostly curvy and oddly appealing. "Conventionally pretty?"

"My daddy was a looker," Liz replied, shuffling to get comfortable. The ropes pushed up her breasts, and she was in an awkward position bound to her sisters that were about a foot shorter than her. "And a humie. It's why I can pass for bein' all people-like. Red and Slugga an' them, they's all purebloods."

"Pure goblins, I guess?" Liz nodded. "I heard a few thing about your kind. Also heard about the big bounty on the Pumpkin Gang."

Their gunslinger puffed up a bit proudly. "Bout time the Bunyans went and noticed us! Now everybody knows the name of Slugga Pumpkin and her girls!"

"The wanted poster didn't mention nothing about names."

The skinny one kicked the gunner in the foot. "I told ya! We can't just start shootin' and kickin' every time or they won't even hear our names! I had a cool intro and everything wrote up!"

"You can't write!" the fat one objected.

"Can to!"

"Not so any of us can read!"

They start bickering so Duke sighed and tried to make amends. "So what are you names? You really are Lizzybeth, right?"

"Liz Pumpkin. Yea," the tall halfbreed confirmed.

"I'm Slugga Pumpkin," their busty gunslinger said proudly, clearly enjoying their infamy. With her gourd helmet gone, she had some greasy hair an even darker shade of green than her skin. Like the rest, she had long ears that stuck out to the side, sharp teeth, and wide, oddly-colored eye. "Boss and best shot in the bunch. That there's Red Pumpkin, our getaway driver." She kicked to one side, indicating the shortest of the bunch. She had blood-red hair that was sheared to just an inch or two from her scalp. Her pointy ears kept twitching more than the rest like an anxious cat, and she smiled wider than the others with her slim lips. She didn't quite have the bust of her boss, but still had considerable curves and a particularly wide ass.

"Y'all know Liz is our charmer, and Bumi Pumpkin is our blow-upper." She indicated the fat goblin, and Duke nodded. He'd pulled all manner of explosives and firestarters out of her coat when he had searched their bodies. She was a darker green than the rest with a bunch of blue curls around her shoulders.

"And that makes Chux Pumpkin our cook."

The skinny one nodded, widening her big and ice-blue eyes beneath her long purple bangs. "Y'all are stirrin' the beans wrong."

Duke frowned at her, then down at his pot. He'd heard the saying before: "Never trust a skinny cook."

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"You're stirrin' too much. It won't settle into the sauce and get all thick and flavory like that."

The other goblins quickly started to chatter in agreement.

"Oh sure!"

"Gotta be flavory!"

"Can't stir too much!"

“Gotta watch the stirrin’.”

Duke frowned and slowed his stirring in a begrudging compliance. After a minute or so of quiet, Bumi spoke up. "Can we have some?"

"I was thinking about it," Duke said calmly. "I hear you goblins can go for days without food and water without slowing down."

"So can humans!" Red objected. "We just don't like it!"

"Plus I'm only half goblin!" Liz pointed out. "It's hungry work bein' this tall!"

"And we get extra whiny when we're hungry!" Chux added. "Believe me, with these four around supper time..."

"What's that supposed ta mean!?" Slugga snapped. She started jerking around in her bonds, trying to get at the cook while the rest of the broke out into bickering. Duke sighed and pulled out another can of beans.

"Alright! You'll all get some beans."

"Yayyyyy!" they cheered together.

"Add more bacon too," Chux added. "It ain't proper beans without some meat in it. ...and pepper if you got it. ...and-"

Duke wasn't prepared for so many guests, so he ended up serving them in various cups, bowls and plates. They had to lean over to eat with their faces, but none of them seemed to mind. Long tongues shot out of their mouths like short toads, lapping up any bean juice from their faces when they were done. Then another problem arose.

"I gotta go pee!" Slugga spoke up.

"Not my problem," Duke answered lazily. "The bounty wanted you dead or alive. It didn't say nothing about bringing you in clean." The goblins shared a concerned silence.

"You can't do that!" Slugga demanded. "You humies are all gullible and nice and stuff!"

"Not me. You can stew in it for all I care. I suggest you hold it for your sisters' sake."

"They ain't my sisters!" Slugga barked back. She sounded insulted by the accusation, but I was surprised when her siblings didn't take the same offense at her denial. "They's my family!"

"So you're their mother?" Duke asked warily. That would explain the rack on her.

"Heck no! I ain't got a drop of guts in common with these specks! We's family cuz we give a damn 'bout each other and that's all!"

Duke had to turn and look at them quizzically. Liz spoke up for them. "Goblins don't all got families. Our pa's tend to leave real quick, and that means yer mama's get her humpin' from a bunch of fellas to keep her satisfied. We usually don't know our Pa's, and all of our mamas done kicked us out when we was big enough to steal her chunks."

"Chunks?"

Liz furrowed her brow with effort, looking for the word. "Dicks!" Bumi spoke up cheerily.

"Yea, boy parts! So family ain't who you share your guts with, it's who you got that gives a damn. So we's all Pumpkins now."

"Yea, Pumpkin to the end!" Red hooted. "Just you watch! I bet them humies is gonna try and hang us!"

"Right!" Slugga added excitedly. "That's when we wiggle around and pretend it's workin', just for Bumi's fat ass to break the noose and start bitin' us free! It'll be just like over at Youtall!"

Maybe it was their acting like a pitiful excuse of a family, or maybe it was that they were in such good spirits about being captured that they didn't seem threatening. Either way, Duke felt some sympathy for the little bitches. He'd heard a couple of legends from Alana about goblins anyway, so he had one more trick up his sleeve to try.

He got up and went over to his bundle of captives, thumbs on his gunbelt. The stared up at him with their wide yellow eyes. "You want to go that bad?" Slugga wobbled her head up and down. "Prove you're willing to cooperate."

There were a lot of stories and superstitions going around about the west. Anaya had helped him sort of which were just rumors and which had some actual truth behind them. There wasn't a lot that she and the natives knew about goblins, suggesting they might be a relatively new creature to America. There was one thing that they had found out pretty clearly, though nobody was quick to step forward and admit who had discovered that human cum made goblins docile. Duke kept some holy water in his wagon for the same reason concerning the undead, but at least this was something you always had available.

It all seemed more likely when he pulled his cock out and the goblins all stared at it with more fear and respect than any of his guns. Duke knelt down and pushed his shaft into her face, stroking himself so that it bounced against her chin and massive tits. His skin was warm, if dirty, and his erection had no problem getting hard against the oddly sexy little creature. Spending this long out on the trail, men didn't tend to get picky, but her giant tits and pouty lips certainly helped.

When some of his precum started to leak out, Slugga's tongue she'd used to clean her face poked out from her lips. She flicked it over the tip of his dick, quickly lapping up the drop like some kind of sexual lizard. The warm appendage made his cock twitch with excitement and a low grunt escape from Duke's lips. That seemed to be enough for Slugga as she kept flicking out her tongue for quick little caresses of his member. The girls squirmed around in their ropes to watch closer as he finished jerking himself off. His cum shot across Slugga's face and tits, the white streaks clearly visible across her avocado skin. She froze up and her ears lowered like a scolded dog, staring ahead like she was simply overloaded by the fact. He supposed shock was a reasonable response, but when she didn't budge for about thirty seconds of him replacing his pants, he undid her ropes enough to separate her from her gang. He kept a length of rope around her waist and wrists, leading her off behind a rock before undoing her hands and stepping a safe distance away to let her do her business.

"Ain't... ain't ya gonna help with my pants?" Slugga offered sheepishly. Even with the forward flirting, it was perhaps the most modest thing she had said so far. She really did seem changed in a way. Since she was unarmed and far smaller than him, he felt like it was safe enough to tug down her dusty old trousers. While he hadn't wet herself, he could smell the unmistakable scent of sex and arousal wafting from her loins. The space between her thick thighs was so damp it looked like she'd spilled baby oil in her lap. As short as they were, the goblins were clearly all woman in the parts that mattered.

"Like whatcha see?" Slugga offered in a more muted and flirty tone. She batted her yellow eyes at him and smiled, seeming to ignore (or maybe just appreciate) the cum still running down her face and pooling in her cleavage. Her expression dropped away. "But seriously, I DO need ta leak, so can you...?"

"Right. Sure." Duke went around the rock to let her finish up and brought her back to the gang. They all watched their return closely as Duke tied Slugga into their bundle once again.

"So, uh..." Bumi started hesitantly. "I totally gotta pee too. So can I get a littllllle...?"

"Yea, me too!" Red piped up.

"Same for me!"

"Yea, I gotta pee a bunch, so I'll need me lots of jizz!"

"Just watch the hair for me, okay?"

"Me next, though!"

"No me!"

Things went similarly with the rest. Bumi happily volunteered her chubby chest to titfuck Duke to a nice warm release. Red didn't bother to let him stroke, swallowing his whole shaft and bobbing her head to get him off to a quick squirt down her throat. She kept smacking her lips and looking thoughtful, savoring the taste enough that she seemed just as subdued as the other ones. Chux had leaned back and take his cock between her feet, keeping it steady while she sucked him off. When he finally squirted over her nose and chin, she just sighed contently.

"On second thought, don't gotta pee," Chux dismissed, settling back into her knot of banditas and letting the cum linger on her face. "Thanks though."

Liz went last, taking her time more than the others. Duke was content to let her slowly suck him off since he was in no real hurry after cumming four times before her. Her painted lips rubbed along with her tongue, pushing her neck all the way down until her lipstick was marking the edge of his balls. Liz seemed a bit more in control than her siblings and a little more skilled, so he appreciated the delicate touch. He could see the half-breed in her showing. She had passed for a human when she had her makeup and big hat on to hide her orange eyes and more pointed facial features. Now he could see the green tint to her skin and the small size combined with the juicy curves were a dead giveaway when you knew what to look for.

When he came, the greenish girl neatly swallowed him up with her pouty not sparing a drop. The noisy swallow was the only physical proof that she'd actually received his deposit. He walked Liz off and let her do her business before she came back out from behind the now notably smelly rock. "Thank ya, sir. Not many of our kidnappers treat us this kindly."

"It's nothin'," Duke said, though he was feeling a little winded after that many orgasms.

"It's somethin'," Liz insisted as he tied her to her sisters. "A piece of humie sauce goes a long way to a goblin, and you tallstacks ain't always man enough to treat all five of us. Means a lot to the family." The others piped up with their own quick agreements and thanks.

"Just how many times have you all be captured?" Duke asked skeptically.

"This make four, right?" Chux asked, looking to the others for support.

"Two for all of us," Slugga corrected. "Four if you count part of us being tossed in the pokey."

"I still sleep in my striped pajamas sometimes," Red sighed nostalgically.

"And they needed a human-sized one just to fit Bumi's big belly!" Chux teased.

"Well it was me that convinced them that goblins only ate gunpowder," Bumi defended. "So you're welcome for that way out!"

"But I chewed the meal tray into a file," Red corrected. "So I got us out the second."

"Then the time they tried to hang us in Youtall..."

"And when we got caught 'cept Liz who done fucked her way through all the guards for the keys..."

"Speaking of, can I get some seconds, mister?" Slugga beamed hopefully at Duke, batting her eyes.

"No," Duke grunted, sitting back down by the fire and taking a long pull of his canteen. He needed to recover some of his fluids. "Now get to sleep." He gave them plenty of space as he got into his wagon and pulled on the blanket, dozing off for himself.

Duke woke up to a shaking sensation. He first wondered if it was one of the horses raising a fuss, but he felt a tensing of rope around his wrists. He jerked and found that his legs were stuck, bound around the ankles. The goblins were in the wagon, and they were freed. They were grinning down at him as they finished with the ropes while Chux and Red were tossing things around as they looted the cart.

"What in the-?" Duke started to object. Liz put a finger to his lips and gave him a gentle shushing. Slugga pulled out her bigger handgun and pointed it into his face.

"What she said," Slugga echoed with a grin. "Ain't got no reason to pop ya, humie, but we're takin' your loots."

"You ungrateful little skanks," Duke grunted, wriggling against his bonds. "How did you even get out of there?"

"Oh, Chux is plenty flexible," Liz dismissed casually. "That was enough that Bumi could eat her ropes and get the rest of us loose. From there, nobody sneaks quite like a goblin." Duke saw Bumi behind her, raising a large knife. He winced as she thrust it into him, but felt an awkward sense of relief when he felt no pain. She had sliced through his waistband and started to tear off his pants.

"Soup's on, girls!" Bumi called as she stuck the knife into her belt. With various yips and cheers, they all hurried to throw off their dresses and pants until Duke was stuck in a wagon with five nearly-naked and horny goblins.

Bumi herself was quick to sit on Duke's face. The pudgy goblin's heavy hips easily covered his mouth, and her hanging belly and breasts eclipsed much of his view. "I always liked them purdy human mouths," Bumi purred as she started to grind against his face. Her pussy was soaking wet and scrubbed over his mouth and nose like a mossy sponge. "That beard on him tickles just right. You oughta try it!"

"Nah! I call first ride!" Red hurried to clamber onto Duke's dick, spreading her legs wide and wasting no time in taking him to the hilt inside her. Duke couldn't see past Bumi to tell just how deep it went into Red, supporting the local legend that the entirety of goblin insides (guts, liver, lungs and all) were about 80% pussy. Red dug her dull little claws into Duke's belly, making him grunt from the rough treatment as she started to bounce on his shaft like a little jackhammer. Red was their driver because she liked everything fast, and the way she recklessly threw herself onto his cock over and over were a clear sign of it now. She was leaking like a garden hose all over his lap when she was just getting warmed up, adding plenty of her pungent natural lubricant to the job.

"I just get the good bits," Chux replied. She went behind red and laid on her side between Duke's legs. She opened up her maw and Duke felt her fangs sliding past his balls before her mouth sealed shut around them. She sucked and moaned as she delicately traced over each of his testicles, almost polishing them with her mouth as she slurped them dry. Chux was content to just suckle on Duke's sack as she masturbated to what she considered the perfect flavor and smell on a human.

Red lived up to her reputation, hardly a minute into it when she squealed at the top of her lungs. She arched her back and her already flooding pussy sprayed over his lap like a poorly-plugged faucet. Even Slugga nearby had to shield her face from the splattering orgasm. "Alright, my turn," Slugga snapped, waving her gun to shoo Red away.

"Just... just a sec, boss. I got... EEEEE!" Red squealed again and her nails raked over Duke's stomach hard enough to draw a few drops of blood. She shook even more rapidly than before, spraying him with a second little tidal wave of her greasy goblin cum. Duke grunted hard as between the clenching of her pussy, the fierce squirting going past his cock, and Chux still working his balls around in her mouth, he shot his hot seed inside of her despite his dangerous situation. "Hooey! Okay! That's two. I'm good," Red panted, flopping off of Duke with a slimey, wet pop as she collapsed next to him.

Bumi's own orgasm came just as Chux was peeling her mouth off of his sac at an agonizingly slow pace. The fat goblin's pussy had smeared along his face, painting him with her pungent sauce until it gaped open and let out a thick glob of cum rather than Red's rapid squirt. It was enough that Duke choked on the thick goblins' cream, eyes watering as he made himself gulp down her mess. It was either that or drown in her cum. The fat goblin flopped onto her back, belly and tits bouncing up and down as she breathed heavily and grinned stupidly.

"Get 'em up, meatheads," Slugga ordered. Chux and Bumi shoved Duke by the shoulders, forcing him into a sitting position. He was still coughing and spitting out bits of Bumi's slimy cum when Slugga straddled his lap. Her thick thighs adjusted to grip his waist while her huge bare tits pushed between his chest and stomach. Duke had to note the tapping at his side as she started to grind on him, indicating her gunbelt was the only thing she was still wearing.

"Don't even think about it, handsome," Slugga purred as she adjusted her hips to finally slide his cock inside her proper. Every movement seemed to make her giant breasts wobble against his chest in a soft series of skin-tingling thrusts that never seemed to stop. "It's just always better with the guns on. You're dang good with a shooty, but ain't nobody can draw during sex than me." Duke didn't have the hands free to truly considering trying anyway. He was starting to curse his sexual stamina as Slugga and her expertly thrusting hips had him hard again in moments. Her huge tits kept distracting him from her riding as they slapped and pushed against his chest, just to bring him back to focusing on her wet and hungry hole that swallowed up his cock. Duke tried to turn away, but Slugga kept grabbing his chin and forcing him to turn back, her long tongue running up his chest and face as if savoring how turned on she made him against his will. When Duke started to grunt and moan, her wicked smile only grew bigger. Slugga definitely had some control issues, and bullying the cum out of him was definitely her favorite way to deal with humans.

"That's it, biggum," she purred as she pulled on his hair. She pulled his face down into her sweaty tits, the mass of green flesh forcing him to take in her strange mix of swamp and citrusy musk. "Gimme my share of that white gold of yours. Blast that gobin pussy like every good humie should." At this point, nothing could keep Duke from following her orders. He came helplessly inside of her, gasping for air between her smothering tits as she laughed and rode his bucking hips with ease.

"Fuck, these humies are fun," she sighed, sliding off of Duke with his jizz still slipping down the curve of her thigh. She spit in his face before drawing her gun, but thankfully she just used it to gesture rather than aiming it. "Liz, put 'em to bed while we saddle up."

"Don't worry, sweetie," Liz purred suddenly in his ear. "I'll make it quick and easy."

"Liz, wait!" Duke tried to plead, but she tilted his head back and kissed him on the mouth. Her pouty lips sealed off his protests as she eased him back into his bedding, tongue rolling with his as if eating his words. She had him flat when she released the kiss, just to slide forward and plant her bare, greenish-pink ass on his face. Her curvy hips swallowed up his face as she laid across his chest, her breasts resting on his belly as she smothered him out. She was only tall enough to tease his cock with her fingertips as she ground against his lips and nose. Duke felt himself getting lightheaded from the lack of air, and he'd be smelling goblin on every breath for a long time after. Somewhere in his choking breaths and spasming body, he remembered his lips brushing against Liz's clit. Her passionate wailing and another quick gush of cum were the last things Duke remembered that night.

Duke woke up naked and tied to his horse, the ride walking lazily towards town. He looked himself over, seeing five mismatched lipstick marks left around on his body like a little parting gift for the robbery. He went back empty-handed while the goblin girl gang rode off in his wagon, cackling and sorting through their new loot.

"He was a cute one, huh!?" Chux asked as she went through their newest batch of loot.

"Yea! I hope he catches us again sometime!" Slugga laughed from her spot at the head of the carriage next to Red. She popped open Duke's old cigar box, popped one of the cigars into her mouth, and proudly swallowed it whole. "But ain't nothin' gonna stop the Pumpkin Bumpkin Gang! Let's ride, girls! We got gold and jizz and all that good shit to steal!"