Patron Reward! The Haunted Rose; Kitchin's Customer (Patreon)

A special patron reward this month. A canonized entry of a customer paying a visit to The Rose and buying a few hours with the cute gamer goblin girl. Took some balancing to figure where it ends up without writing her out of the story but I like how it ended up with her character.

Kitchin was busy doing what she did best; playing videogames in her underwear. Not something her mom would have expected to make money, but times were changing. The busty little goblin sat in the Haunted Rose’s lounge, streaming on her portable setup of her laptop and the tv. Her “#KitchinTwitchin” tattoo was displayed prominently over one breast, her own sexy way of maintaining her brand. She sat around gaming in a pair of shorts and a tank top, her comfortable and casually revealing attire of choice. The pink-haired goblin didn’t bother with her donors-only stream that night. It was near the end of her shift and she had an hour-long slot reserved on her work schedule. The alarm went off on her phone, letting her know that her appointment was about to begin.

“Hey, gang. Gonna had to cut it off there,” she warned as she hopped over some enemies and ran her pixelated little Mothman to a save point. “Got a special guy waiting for me. Not that you’re not a bunch of sweethearts, but I can’t pay off my house by playing PS2 games. Thanks for the bits for my tits, and keep on gobblin’, boys and girls.”

She switched off her laptop and packed up her things, planning to head right home after she was done with her customer. She said some quick goodbyes in case she didn’t come back to the break room and trotted off to her 8pm.

Kitchin entered the room to find her customer was bigger than usual. He was a broadly built guy with dark, shaggy hair and glasses along with a short but scruffy beard. He smiled from his seat on the armchair set to one side of the room.

“Hey, sweetie,” Kitchin chimed as she set her bag aside. She walked up to him as he stood up to meet her, looming over her much taller figure. “I’m Kitchin, And you must be Ian,” she pried, recalling the name left on her schedule.

“Right. I recognized you from your streams. I couldn’t help but order when I saw you worked here,” the bearded man replied. “I promise I’ll watch today’s stuff when I get home.”

“Oh! So you’re a fan!” Kitchin

said, her friendly expression lighting up even further. “That’s super cool to

hear! It’s always nice to meet a fan, and even nicer when they’re paying me to

fuck them.”

Ian laughed at her little joke. “Yea, that’s the plan.”

“Sounds great.” Kitch slid in beside him, pressing her cheek against his hip. She wrapped an arm around one of his thighs, rubbing around his crotch. “So what were you looking for? Got a favorite position or anything? Cuz trust me, ya can’t out-kink a goblin. Unless you’re into like… hand-holding and that weird, weak shit.”

“Nothing like that,” her customer replied. “But I do know how much you like your web shows.”

Kitchin’s ears twitched like a startled cat. “I’m listening…”

“Would you want to make a show out of it? I’m into exhibitionism, and I don’t know if you wanted to keep it off your stream…”

“No way!” Kitchin laughed as she hurried towards her bag. “My fans eat that shit up! I’d love to rog ya on cam!” She opened her laptop and typed out a quick tweet, telling all her fans to get ready for a surprise show. She made a good amount of her streaming income by playing to her exclusive channel, where only donors of a certain level could watch her play more suggestively. She would play hentai games, strip while she played, put a controller to vibrate and sit on it, or whatever else her fans felt like seeing.

“Hey, my prime pets! Come and catch me sludging on cam with a naughty fan in 5!” she sent out.

“I’ll add another couple bucks to your bill for the recording, but I’ll add a few more minutes to make up for the setup time,” Kitchin reported as she finished with her wires and programs. Ian waited patiently until she leaned in front of her camera and flashed her fanged grin at the camera. 

“Heyyy, everybody! Mama Kitchy missed you allll, so I couldn’t stay away for that long.” She puckered a quick kiss towards the webcam before she backed away into a better view, something she’d had over a year of experience with by now. “But I couldn’t keep my easybaker in check, so I needed to find me a special superfan to help me put on a show for you~!”

Kitchin scurried back to her bed where the beaming Ian waited. She stood on the mattress to stay about as tall as him, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. “This’ my boy Ian, and he’s my newest pet protein shake. Say hi to our fans, Ian!”

“Hey, everyone,” he said as he reached around and squeezed Kitchin’s juicy green ass. She purred and wriggled in a little dance in place.

“Oooh, you humies and those big strong hands of yours,” Kitchin cooed as she planted a few more kisses along his bristly cheek. “And I love beards. They’re so weird and ticklish!” Goblins were famously hairless below the eyebrows, which was one more thing that baffled scientists. They were still trying to figure out how to classify goblins as far as mammals, amphibians, or whatever the hell they were.

“You know what else is big,” Ian teased. Kitchin didn’t need anything further to grope around his groin. The six-inch bulge was plenty to excite the tiny gamer, flashing him a fang-filled grin. She leaned into their kiss as she blindly but capably opened up his pants. Her clever little fingers slid into his underwear and coiled around his erection before pulling it out for herself and the camera to enjoy. 

Ian helped himself to her body as he caught Kitch by her plump hips, pulling her onto her back and mounting her body. He pulled down her shorts while the punky goblin happily squirmed to slide them off, peeling her panties off right after. She purred and shut her eyes before giving a coy glance at the camera. Kitchin was happy to help him undress her, throwing off her top to leave the chubby little gamer naked beneath him.

“So how do you want to do this?” Ian asked more quietly as he tossed his shirt off. “Did you want a condom or…?”

“What? Fuck them cumcatchers,” Kitchin scoffed loudly. She buried her fingers into his hairy arms and pulled him down, wedging the head of his shaft inside her. “We’re gonna make a daddy outta you~! You get to knock me up right on camera.”

Ian’s eyebrows raised as she grinned with excitement. He had heard that it was pretty uncommon for a goblin and a human to interbreed, but that persistence could still spawn a half-breed. “What makes you so sure?” he asked, even as he leaned his hips forward. His bulky body nearly buried her lower half beneath his paler human skin, and his cock slid into the overly slick warmth of her pussy.

“Got my doc to get me some of those belly pills,” she sighed as her tight, slimy pussy started to stretch to accommodate him. “I’ve been in heat all week long and they’re supposed to kick in today. I just got an urge to get some humie pups in me, y’know?” She batted her eyes at him, biting her lip to show her excitement. She was either really into this roleplay or she really meant all of it. He was too turned on to care which it was.

“Then I’ll stuff you so full of babies you can barely walk,” he huffed, starting to hump more vigorously. Kitch’s soft breasts were squashed beneath his heavy human bulk but she just purred and latched onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Ohhh yes! Gimme that sweet baby potion!” Kitch pleaded loudly. She arched her back as best she could, dragging her hard nipples along his chest. She shut her eyes and her hips pumped rapidly for a few seconds like a rabbit in heat, sliding over his cock as fast as she could. Ian’s cock was big enough that it quickly reached her clit, stabbing deeper each time as she twitched and gasped. She kept her eyes closed and her mouth open, breathing heavily or pelting Ian with some fresh curses or encouragement.

“That’s it, sugarstilts! Gimme summa that womb-honey! Blast my trash snatch like a rented rust box, you overgrown spit slinger! I wanna get so pregger I can feel my little goblet clawing around in mommy’s prize pouch. Flood my gusher, you horny fuckin’ man monster! Fuck, I’ll even get you a refund if I end up with triplets!”

Ian grunted and humped harder, burying his cock as deep as it would go. He held onto her shoulders to keep her from bouncing back off his hard-hitting cock, leaving just her tits wobbling in between them. Her eyes opened as she felt his cockhead press deep inside her like it was trying punch its way into her womb. The invasive fucking got her toes to curl and her nails to dig into his arms. Her whole body seemed to flex in a concentrated effort to open up her pussy, letting his green-coated cock thrust so deep his balls got wet. He gave a low, husky grunt as he finally came inside her, the thick and pulpy semen pouring into the ambiguous depths of her goblin pussy in front of her thousands of fans.

“Oooooh wow,” Kitchin purred. “I wish I had some kind of sweet x-ray cam for that money shot.” She giggled and held onto his neck, peppering him with hisses. Ian caught his breast as he leaned into her, but her goblin pussy had snapped shut around him. He let the last of his seed trickle out into her snatch while he started calming down.

“Well I’m glad you liked it to,” Ian chuckled as he squeezed her plump green breasts. “Want me to pick you up so you can cut the recording?”

“You kiddin’ me?” Kitchin kissed his mouth again, drawing her long, slick tongue across his lips. “I want to make sure this white potion sticks. Now lemme find out how many doses you got in them hangers, stilts?”

Kitch turned in a few different positions but she kept Ian buried balls deep inside her. By the time he emptied his balls into her a third time he’d simply reached his limit, but Kitchin seemed content with that. He had pumped her so full of his cum that the bulge his cock had left in her tiny belly seemed to stay behind, stuffed to the brim with his seed as she giggled dizzily. She gave him a quick kiss goodbye before wiping her sweaty pink hair from her face and switching off the webcam.

The rest of the girls at The Haunted Rose noticed Kitch taking it easy over the next few days. Within a week she was proudly showing off the start of her baby bump to her friends and online followers. It started to swell rapidly over the next few weeks, the rapid breeding rate of goblins showing its stuff. Some of her customers were more careful with her while some were simply into the idea of sex with the horny pregnant gobbo.

A little over a month into it, she finally called out of work. Yulain thought it was about time she did, but she was only gone for a couple weeks. She returned with little fanfare, shocking everyone when they came in and found Kitchin playing on her Switch.

“Are you okay?” Selene asked, the gorgon setting aside her purse.

“Huh? Heck yea,” Kitch confirmed. “I was only on maternity leave. laid my eggs like a week ago and spent another week chilling with the pups.”

“Fucking goblins,” Selene muttered, shaking her head as her snails trailed slowly behind it. “So where are they now? They’re not…?”

“Back with their gammer and by sisters. They’re goblins. I could knock over the trash can and let them out of their crib and they’d be fine, but that sounds kinda lonely. So I’m leaving them with my family when I need to work.”

“That’s… responsible,” Selene said civilly.

“Ooh, and can you get a hold of the boss for me? I wanted to look into my records and find the father.”

“I… guess. Sure. Telling him the good news?” the shapely gorgon asked warily. They had already shared their concerns early on, but Kitch had assured her that the pregnancy was her idea and not a mistake.

“Sort of. I’m keepin’ the precious little podders. I just popped out some quads, so I owe that guy a refund.”