Bottle of Heat
(Lizardman/FGoblin, fantasy sex drugs, fingering, first time smut writer)



One thing my masters taught me in the days of my youth was the importance of staying organized.
Keep your reagents all together, keep your solvents in one place. Make sure your potions stay away from your poisons and your rations somewhere entirely else. Label everything clearly and unmistakably, most importantly lock everything valuable and dangerous away. Especially when you're not traveling alone. Especially again if you're traveling with a sneaky goblin who likes to steal sips of your liquor supply when you're distracted.

Do not assume that such a curious creature will be deterred by the skulls and crossbones painted on literally every other bottle in the same chest, or question the presence of a lone unmarked bottle with all the poisons. Do not expect her to read labels or exercise caution beyond a quick sniff at the fumes from the uncorked bottleneck. And do not assume she will be able to recognize the unique sweetness of Manticore extract as it warms the inside of her gullet, or know the effects it would have on her.

Lock your things away even in friendly company. When she stumbled into my tent, driven to confess her guilt, overwhelmed by the warmth pulsating in her veins, I remembered that lesson.



It was that same curiosity that drove this particular goblin to me in the first place, of course.
I had set up my stall outside one settlement at the edge of the kingdom, along the road into the southern mountain pass often traveled by adventurers, glory-seekers, and treasure hunters.
She had been watching me for a few days, from a distance at first, shuffling closer and closer whenever I was engaged in my work, until finally she sat, crouching over a flat rock just across the road from me. She waited patiently as I prepared solutions, pulverized ingredients and enabled reactions within the elements. Orange-haired head tilted and gold colored eyes open wide, she observed as I sold my mixtures to impressive looking warriors and heroes' entourages, and bought ingredients from passing merchants.

When we finally spoke, she openly expressed her curiosity in my craft. Taz, as she had introduced herself, proved pleasant company and followed me closely as I recited some of my masters' basic lessons while I worked. At times she even surprised me with insightful questions. Strangely she never seemed interested to perform of her own, it seemed practicing the alchemic art was of no importance to her. Just knowing was enough.

I learned that she had some knowledge of the local botany, having had to forage for food outside the settlement at times. She knew where to find a variety of herbs, common and extraordinary, and offered to gather them for me. I shared with her food and drink, and offered coin for the more uncommon goods. Even then, she was a little too fond of the wines and spirits in my possession, and greedy to know the names and origins of every bottle I had in store.

When the seasons changed and the warmth of summer spread across the land, I decided to head further north and set up my store outside another town. I needed to replenish my stocks with materials not common to these lands, which would lead me to trade hubs, ports, and even the secluded home of one of my former masters in the swamps far up north.
Taz was understandably unhappy to receive these news. She had clearly become as accustomed to my company as I to hers. She urged me to stay, but she must have known there was no persuading me. I told her I would probably be back in half a year's time, maybe sooner. She was not consoled that easily, and in the end she ran off without another word.

I did not see her for the entire last day before my departure. I felt sorry for the little creature, who was about to lose what appeared to be her only friend. The sun was already high in the sky the next day when I climbed on my cart. I had planned to get moving at the break of dawn, but I had waited for the girl to show up as long as possible. I wanted to say proper goodbyes, at least.

An hour down the road I heard hurried footsteps mixing into the sounds of my donkeys' trot and the clutter of my belongings on the cart. They caught up with me quickly and before long, the thin green figure clad in dark leather over simple fabric was marching right next to me, smirking up at me from under a stitched leather hood. She'd left her home behind to travel at my side. With money saved up from my tasks, she had bought a sturdy pair of boots and a large knife which she carried at her side. A bedroll was strapped to her back. She pleaded with me, practically begged for permission to come with me, and I agreed with some hesitation but fast enough to surprise myself.

She would ride the cart at my side or run on ahead off the side of the road, and often return with herbs, mushrooms, handfuls of sweet fruit, or even small fish she'd skewered in nearby brooks. Often she would inform me of the stretch of road ahead of me, describe other travelers she'd shadowed, or animals she'd caught a glimpse of. I would recite alchemists' teachings from my memory, describe the properties of some of the stranger reagents I'd encountered, or recount anecdotes from my years as a student. It had been years since I last had such constant company on my travels, and the days passed and the road seemed shorter than the other dozen times that I'd traveled it up and down. I hardly minded when she sneaked sips from my collection of alcohols, and certainly didn't when she dozed off leaning on my side afterward, cooling off on my scaled body.



Taz stood before me now at the entrance to my tent, swaying from side to side slowly. Even in the relative dark of dusk her skin glistened with sweat and she audibly drew sharp breaths from time to time.
She would not look me in the eyes and fidgeted with the bottle behind her back.
“Master Tiirfa...” she began.
“You helped yourself to my spirits again.” It wasn't a question. Her unsteady stance was enough to be sure. I prepared to scold her for it, but laud her honesty this night. Other times she would avoid me for the evening and sleep off her intoxication, and pretend not to be plagued by splitting headaches the next day.
“Yes.. no, not quite.”

She held out the bottle in front of her and my eyes widened. I snatched it out of her hand immediately. The oily liquid stood a good two fingers below the mark I had etched into the glass. Taz had just cost me several gold pieces' worth of one of my rarest elixirs. I was fuming.

“You broke into my poison chest!” I hissed.
“Not.. really, I mean it was unlocked! I just wanted to see! And then this one bottle, it didn't look like poison, and the way it smelled...”
She took a deep breath and licked her lips, perhaps momentarily reliving the sensation of the smell and taste of the extract. A tiny whimper escaped her.
“I just wanted to taste a drop of it, I had to, and then... It was sweet, so good, I had to have more!” She eyed the bottle in my claws hungrily as she spoke.
“I had a mouthful of it and started to feel uncomfortable. Dizzy and sweaty and, and.. please help me, Tiirfa.”
I saw her gaze wandering up to and around my middle and her wiry green legs rubbing against each other, and I decided on her punishment.

“Foolish goblin,” I spat, sounding, for once, less harsh than I intended to. “You sit with me, and dine with me, and you listen to my lectures, but you remain a fool. One who drinks her fill from the poison cabinet and has the gall to be surprised when it turns out to be full of poison. I cannot help you.”
No doubt she was scared for her life now, finally realizing the serious nature of the situation. Her goblin blood was more resilient against poison than other races', so she had been more inclined to gamble with her health. But now it looked like she'd lost, and it would be the end for her. Of course, I knew better.

I reached out and took her hands in mine. She gasped at the sudden contact. Her palms were warm, more so than usual, and slippery with sweat.
“Not only are you a fool, but a fool with more luck than you deserve.” I said. “You will live to see the morning. This elixir is powerful, as you will see, and there is no counter agent. But it will not kill you.”

I started stroking her arms up to her elbows. Already she was light-headed, and watched my hands wide-eyed, as if surprised at the sensation they caused.
On other days Taz had been a valued travel companion, her sharp eyes had alerted me of danger far ahead several times. Now I could reach behind her back, grab a leather belt hanging from the tent's frame, and bind her arms with it before she even realized what was going on. She let out a surprised yelp as I yanked her arms over her head and dragged her outside. I tied her wrists to the drying rack.

I knew how it would go from here. The reason this extract was so sought after, you see. Though men were more susceptible to it, it would affect her as well. She seemed feverish now, her breathing rapid and uneven, her cheeks flushed the deepest swamp green, and sweat dripping from her fiery-haired forehead. Soon her skin would be sensitive to the lightest touch. In a few minutes she would be soaking her undergarments, and beg me, at any condition, to fuck her.

“What are you doing?” she managed to stutter. I stepped back and pulled up my small wooden stool from next to the extinguished fireplace and sat a few paces away from her.
“I will have to watch over you for the night,” I said. “and you will need to stay tied up here until this wears off. I won't risk you running off into the forest and put yourself at the mercy of some beast. I've heard that can happen.”
I was enjoying this, I am quite ashamed to admit now. I took great delight in her confusion, and I wanted her to feel the full weight of what she'd brought down on herself. This would be a lesson to the girl, better than any I could administer.

“What do you mean?”
“I'll spare you the lecture for the morning. The poison you ingested will fog your thoughts. You should be able to tell what it does, though. Are you feeling it by now?”
“I don't know.. It's hard to think. I need...”
“It felt different when I touched you just now, yes?”
“It felt better.”
“And you want to be touched more.”
“Yes! Please.” She paused, seemed surprised at her own eagerness. Her eyes went wide. Realization must have been dawning on her. “What will happen?”
I wanted to be academic about it but that turned out to be a lost cause very fast. Her reaction was too delicious to watch.
“You will become sensitive to the lightest touch. You will be affected by smells and tastes in the air you never knew existed. Lust will drive you with an intensity you would not think possible.”
At this, she whimpered and for a moment her legs gave in, leaving her to dangle by her wrists before she caught herself. Even my words accelerated her arousal at a sensational pace.
“What will you do?” she said, her voice cracking. She seemed understandably uneasy, but no longer frightened. I even believed to hear a hint of anticipation in her words.

“As I said, I will watch over you. No harm will come to you while you work the poison out of your body.”
“Good! That's...  good.”
“I can tell you another story to keep your mind off this, if you wish.” I could hardly keep the mocking tone out of my voice. I took a swig of water from a hanging waterskin to hide my expression.
“Nnnnh I don't think that's gonna-” The goblin bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut, as If concentrating solely on breathing. She shifted her weight back and forth between her legs a few times in her internal struggle to retain lordship over her body, but she was already losing.

“Do you think you could!” she finally blurted out, before she took another breath and whispered, “do you think you could touch me some more?”
“Oh, should I?”
“Well since I can't...” she waved her bound hands as well as she could.
“That might not be the best idea.”
“Tiirfa, please!”

I stood and walked to her. When I brushed two fingers against the side of her face, she leaned into it like a house cat would. I traced my hand up her arm and her fidgeting intensified. Back down her arm, down over the course fabric between her shoulder blades and down her spine, stopping at her belt. She tensed up in response.
“Off,” she gasped.
“Excuse me?”
“My pants. Take them off.”
They were a decent pair of leather pants that were in immediate danger of being soiled by the overstimulated goblin within. I had to admit, this sounded like a reasonable course of action. I tried not to look too invested in the task of undoing her belt and I found a nice spot of dirt off to the left of her bottom to stare at instead of her as I yanked down the leather in one swift movement, which prompted another barely repressed moan from Taz.
I was met with an unexpected amount of deep green in my peripheral vision, which briefly drew my glance back to her. Instead of the expected undergarment my face was now level with her bare, and indeed rather soaked, crotch.

Immediately I noticed her scent, which was normally all but imperceptible even to my fine senses. It had to be the poison at work, changing her to effuse this sensual smell, nearly irresistible even for someone as different from her as I.
I felt what the goblin needed, then, and my mind drifted off to pursue unbidden images – her smaller body wrapped around mine, locked together, moving against each other in passionate rhythm. My clawed hand entangled in fiery red hair, her face contorted in the same pleasure I feel as my body tenses and I release – No. No, no.

“Yes,” she said. No, I thought. Not like this.
I blinked and shook off the fantasies as I stood, even as my hands traced all the way up the side of Taz' smooth legs over her slender hips and came to rest on her waist. I pulled them back quickly and her hips swung out towards me, longing for more contact. I recovered from my daze after a few more breaths of the cool night air. I hadn't expected her to have this effect on me. She had barely registered to me as female before, I had thought the differences between goblinkind and my own kin too numerous and great to even allow room for attraction. And now – would things ever go back to how they were before? Would tonight disappear by the morning like the immediate effects of the elixir would, or would this memory linger as a dark cloud over our friendship, intangible but never really out of sight? Would I be alone again on my next journey back south?
She just couldn't have left that darned bottle alone well enough, could she? Foolish goblin and her accursed curiosity! Jeopardizing all we have!

I was determined to see this through to the end. Just no more touching from here on. Let her dangle for a few hours and in the morning she'll be fine. Easy enough.
“You see, girl?” My own voice was unsteady now, my tongue stumbled over each syllable of the suddenly alien common language. “As sensitive as you are, this will only worsen your condition. I better stop.”
“Besides,” I continued as I pulled back, “you are still to be punished for your reckless disregard of everything I've been trying to teach you.”
“Punished?” she croaked.
“You broke into my stash looking for something to give you a buzz. I hope you enjoy what you found.”

With that, I sat back down. The girl strained against the leather binding her, calling me very unflattering things before relenting yet again. Her face was even more flushed as before, and sweat was constantly dripping down from her jaw, while another moisture was running down the insides of her thighs.
I tried to focus on other things – the slight chill of the nightly wind against my face, the pinpoints of starlight penetrating the darkness, the texture of the dirt under my feet.

Taz had to be enduring the worst phase of her poisoning right now. She rubbed her legs together in a desperate attempt to get more stimulation to her neglected sex. Her hips jerked uncontrolled from time to time, often followed by a desperate whine from her, rowing in frustration at the inability to find release despite the intense feeling from her over-sensitive body.

She called out to me, pleaded with me to continue touching her. She tried to bargain with me over the freedom of her hands. She offered to let me watch as she got herself off, like the “horny old lizard” I was. I could even join in, she said. Learn everything about her mammal body, hands-on.
She whined and she begged and she pleaded, while I tried everything in my power to disregard her, and forget the effect her words had on me. She offered to pleasure me in any way I desired, if only I untied her. I could make use of her hands, or her mouth, any of her holes, her feet if I were into that.

She accused me of perversion, of deriving my sick pleasure from watching her suffer, of cruelty, of torture, of murder! She was adamant that she would die right there, tied to that rack, if she wasn't filled right then. Her voice cracked and failed and she fell silent. For the first time in what had felt like an eternity I dared look back into her face. It was strained into a painful grimace, and tears were freely running down her cheeks. Her eyes were staring at the ground, unfocused. Her breath came in sharp erratic bursts, sometimes punctuated by quiet whimpers. She was in a worse shape than I had thought.

Bitterness rose in my throat and I winced in sympathy. She had been right in part, I had been cruel beyond measure.

Taz barely reacted as I walked up to her, but looked up at me when I knelt in front of her. I offered a drink from my waterskin, which she greedily took.

“I'm sorry.” I offered. She nodded. The anger was gone from her, exhaustion and desperation and lust remained.
I wrapped my arms around the goblin and an indistinct squeal escaped her. She used whatever leverage she could manage to push herself against me. Her body shivered at my touch. Sweaty in the nightly winds, her green skin had felt cool to the touch at first, but soon grew incredibly hot where she pressed against my scales.
She struggled for words, as if she needed to remember how to speak. “Y'gon' fuck me?” she finally managed.
“No.”
“Tiir, I need..”
“I know,” I said, and she pressed her face into my neck. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, before I let them slide to her sides. Her hips jerked against me as I moved over them, but I moved my touch back upward, following the curve of her slender waist up to the sides of her still-clothed chest, lingering there to feel her ribcage expand with every heavy breath.
Down again, further now, to the point where her hips joined her wiry legs. Back up, this time pushing my fingers under her halfway buttoned up shirt and leather vest, lifting them up to just under her breast while I felt around to her back, pressing firmly against tight muscle. All the while Taz was giving off inarticulate sounds, some strained and demanding, urging me to move faster, some soft and more pleasurable.

I unbuttoned the shirt from the bottom up, and with the last button undone, the fabric fell away to free her small breasts to the air, each glistening with sweat and topped by a dark green nipple. The green girl bit her lower lip in anticipation as I moved my hands to feel the unfamiliar mammalian protrusions. I brushed my thumbs against her nipples and found them engorged and firm. Taz let out a barely repressed squeal through her closed lips.
“Those are sensitive, are they?” I mused and pinched each between thumb and finger.
“YES!” she squeaked. I caught another drip of fluid roll down between her legs right then. Oh, no sense dragging this out much further. I would only work her up more this way and add to her frustration. Leaving one hand softly kneading her breast, I placed the other on one of her thighs, then the other, gently pushing them apart into a wider stance.

Despite my curiosity about her somewhat unfamiliar genitals, I avoided lowering myself to the goblin's crotch again, instead I kept my face level with hers, our eyes locked on each other, and let my hand do the exploring.
The sinew and muscle of her inner thigh contrasted sharply with the mound of soft, even warmer flesh that greeted me there. Taz gasped and seemed to hold her breath, expectant for my next move. With a single finger, I traced the length of her slit, further back to where the flesh joined again into a smooth bridge and separated it from her ass. Pulling back to the front, I pressed in lightly, feeling the lips part for my fingertip easily.

Almost reflexively, the girl pushed her hips down to meet me as far as she could, still restrained and solely hanging from her arms now. I moved with her, not penetrating any deeper just yet. With my first and third finger, I spread her outer lips slightly, and started rubbing at the hot green flesh underneath with the remaining second finger. Taz squealed and shuddered in response, and I quickly felt slick moisture cover the digit.

"Inside," she said, breathless. Instead I cupped my entire hand around her soft mound and rubbed back and forth. The goblin's hips jerked forward in response, pressing against my palm. I could make out the hardened nub poking out the front of her slit. 
"Tiir! Inside!"
"Master," I corrected her, trying to sound just playful enough. My hand and her hips had found a mutual rhythm, rubbing against each other with increasing force and friction.
"Mas...ter," she stammered. "Please. Y'finger. In. Suuhh."
Taz trailed off and inhaled once, abruptly, as she finally reached her peak to my rubbing. Sharp spasms raced through her body and her sex clenched and pulsed along the length of my finger. Her juices began to freely drip down from the back of my hand. I wrapped my free arm around her back and pressed her to me. The breath she had been holding left her at last with a high-pitched squeal. She continued to moan into my chest until she came down from her orgasmic high.

I stroked the back of her head while she caught her breath and dug her heels into the soft ground, trying to stand up on her own legs again and relieve the strain on her wrists a little.
"This'll clear your head for a moment. Hold still while I untie you." I said. After some fiddling with the knots I had tied, the girl's hands came free and she slumped to the ground onto her knees, rubbing her aching wrists for a moment before one of her hands already disappeared between her legs. Taz hummed contently as she rubbed herself, undoubtedly working herself towards another climax fast.
She paused briefly while I offered her another drink from the waterskin, but could not keep herself from working her fingers over her clit even as she drank down with deep gulps.
"Wasn't enough," she said weakly. Her other hand moved to join the first. I knelt beside her, grabbed it and pulled it away lightly. Her other hand stopped its motion reluctantly but kept lightly pressed against her button. She waited for my next move.

I pressed the claws of my already soaked fingers against my palm to test the sharpness of my claws and found them dull enough not to risk injury inside the girl. I did usually keep them filed down, instead relying on my more sensitive fingertips to do the fine work my craft required.
Without much more preparation, I pressed the middle finger's tip to her entrance and, after testing for the right angle, pushed in. Her tunnel felt slick and offered little resistance to my intrusion at first, but started clenching around my finger tightly, slowing my advance.

Taz bit her lip and looked up at me, then her mouth widened into a broad grin. I should look away, I felt, but the disheveled Goblin's eyes refused to let me go. Life had returned to them. Before, she was tense, scared, fighting against the lust taking over her body and losing. Her face now spoke of something else. Her idle hand started working her clit again, eager to push herself towards climax once more.

I pulled my finger back until the tip nearly slipped back out of her. The goblin's mouth opened, as if to say something, but instead just hung open for a moment. I pushed back in in one fluid motion, and a soft moan escaped her. I picked up a slow rhythm of pulling out slowly, then pushing back into her in a swift stroke, and before long Taz' body tightened up in orgasm again.

This time I could feel her inner walls clench on my finger, pressing on it from all sides with almost painful intensity. After a brief pause, I continued my rhythm. The goblin gasped in response and let go of her sensitive nub. She leaned back onto both elbows and rested her buttocks on the cold ground, while spreading her legs. Now smiling again, she urged me on with breathed "yes" and "more".

She came again with a sharp cry, heels digging into the soil and fists beating the ground. When I still resumed digging into her, she responded with a painful whine and pushed my hand away, shielding her crotch from me with both of her delicate, comparatively tiny hands. 

"Okayokayokay hold on," the green girl said, "bit sensitive right now."
She let her head fall back into a soft bushel of grass. Aftershocks of her orgasm still shot through her arms and legs, jerking and shivering lightly.

Looking me over, she started laughing suddenly.
"Damn, old lizard, you're packing."

To no big surprise, my own body was showing off its reaction to the scene. Immediately I became aware of my twin lengths, which had freed themselves from the confines of my pants and were tenting against my loose robe visibly. Taz gleefully watched the bulges shift and twitch.

"Never mind that" I said quietly, trying to convince both her and myself that my arousal would not play a role in my 'treatment' of the girl. She was feeling good now, but still not in possession of her own mind. I couldn't well will my hardness away, so I did my best to shift into a comfortable position that would hide it. Maybe when the poison had worn off, she would still...

"I'll deal," I said, composing myself. "How are you feeling?"
Taz refused to stop grinning or staring at my crotch.
"Getting warmer again," she said. Her fingers aimlessly stroked her pussy, thighs and belly. "Need more, soon."
"This is going to go on for a while," I said, "You're going to be rubbed raw tomorrow and sore all over. Might have been easier to leave you hanging there."
"Hmmh." She licked her lips as a shiver ran down her body once more. "Rather have this. Feels better..."
She paused, and withdrew her hands just enough to give me a view of her exposed opening, now spread by two of her fingers.
"Better when you do it."

A smile crept along the length of my muzzle. I flexed my fingers a few times and leaned over the prone goblin again. And I went to work.



I woke up to a beam of sunlight creeping into my tent, which hung unusually wide open. Groggily, I tried to rise from my bedroll, only to become aware of the bundle of blankets on my chest weighing me down. Inelegant snoring could be heard from inside. I slumped back onto my mattress as I pieced together the rest of the evening. My robes and pants were still firmly in place, I noted.

Taz stirred on top of me, and stuck out a bare green leg at a surprising angle.
"Ow," she said. "Ow, ow." She rolled off me, still tangled in blankets, and clutched a hand between her legs, trying to calm her overworked nethers.
I sat up, stretched my neck and said:
"Are you well?"

"My head hurts and I'm sticky and sore and --" Taz held her head in both hands and blinked at me, then looked away quickly, staring at the ground. Memory was catching up with her, and the pieces were now falling into place in her head.

"And you warned me of this. And you.. We! I felt.. I wanted.."

"Speak no more of it. You have had your lesson for the day."

"I called you all those things, gods. Tiirfa, I'm sorry."

"You snooped around my belongings and snuck a drink from one of my most valuable poisons. Do not think I've forgotten that. All else that happened was beyond your control, I will not hold it against you."
This did not do much to reassure her, but she nodded, and stayed quiet.
"You had me worried, Taz," I added as I stepped out of the tent. "And I am glad that you feel all right."
At this she smiled, and finally looked me in the eye again.
"Because," I continued, "we have to catch up on the time we lost sleeping. Pack your things and wash up, I'll have breakfast made and we'll be back on the road before noon."

I grinned and lit my tea kettle while the goblin girl protested until her voice that she'd screamed out of her throat last night failed her.

Inhaling the scent of herbs unfolding their flavor in boiling water, I watched her wash the dried sweat and fluids from her freckled green body, and felt an unfamiliar pressure in my chest, a bitterness in my throat, even over the unusual warmth surging into my loins. Shaking off the feeling, I began to pack cases and crates of reagents onto the cart.



Keep your ingredients labeled, boxed and well separate from each other. Keep order, or chaos is what you get. One stray grain of a foreign reagent, my masters had taught me, could cause a runaway chain reaction that would turn your entire effort upside down. The results would be unpredictable, and the whole thing might blow up in your face.

When the foolish goblin fell asleep on my shoulder not half a mile into the day's journey, I raked my hand through her wild, orange hair, and stroked her long ears softly.

I would see this reaction through to the end.