Tani and Brulo
 
The rain had been drizzling for hours, but Tani refused to stop, driving her heels into Brulo every time the giant dog began to relax his pace. The Hunters were likely to lose their trail in the storm, and Tani couldn’t risk being captured in this part of the kingdom. These northerners would string her up without any mercy at all, and if she was lucky they might skip the rape, but she knew the stories as well as anyone else in the clan: don’t get caught north of the Volba river. Other parts of the kingdom welcomed, or at least tolerated goblins, but here, the only option was to ride until her steed dropped or they crossed the river. 
	Ahead of them was the bridge, the only one for a hundred miles in either direction, and the last big risk of her flight. Once they crossed, it was open plains and lightly-wooded vales and hills until the southern coast where her clan had stopped for the summer. She tugged lightly on the reins and Brulo stopped, panting heavily. She could see a few vague shapes in the failing light. The guards wouldn’t be terribly keen on letting a goblin through, especially a goblin bringing Hunters down with her, but she had no choice. She kicked her heels and approached.
	The guard at the gate looked bored. Looking at her through half-lidded eyes, he raised an eyebrow, and motioned for her to stop. 
	“It’s past curfew, no one crosses the bridge after dark.” Tani dismounted Brulo and walked up to the guard. 
	“Listen, I know about the curfew, but what say you let me through just this one time, eh? No one needs to know, we’re fucking miles from anyone who actually cares.” She winked at him as seductively as she could manage and he rolled his eyes. 
	“I suppose you also don’t have the coin for the toll either.” Tani laughed nervously. “Right. How’s about I let you over the bridge and you help me out for a bit, and then you go on your way, no one’s the wiser.” Tani sighed and nodded her agreement. The guard opened up the gate and motioned for the other guard to take his place.
	At the other end of the bridge there was a small guard shack, barely big enough to sleep the bridge’s intended guard complement of 6 guards, but more than ample for the two men who often as not were left on their own to watch the road. Tani tied Brulo to a post in the stable attached to the small building and followed the guard inside.
	Inside, a small hearth burned low, with an empty stew-pot steaming off the last of its water from   dinner. The guard sat on a wicker chair and unbuckled his belt. “Well let’s see ‘em,” he said lazily. Tani flushed red as she began to unbutton her shirt. Slowly it opened, until the shirt was completely undone, revealing her small but perky breasts, the pale green mounds punctuated by dark nipples, hard from the cold and damp. The guard beckoned her closer and began to knead them, feeling the soft flesh yield beneath his rough hands. Tani closed her eyes tightly and let him have his fun, opening them to see that his ugly cock had gotten hard, poking its misshapen head past the canvas trousers he had unbuttoned. He began to stroke with one hand, using the other to continue kneading her soft chest. A few minutes passed and she grew impatient.
	“Look, let me, I haven’t got all night,” she said derisively, swatting his hand away from his own cock. She took hold of the shaft with one hand and cupped the head with the other, and began to work it up and down. 
	The guard smiled stupidly. “Put it in your mouth, you dirty greenskin,” he said, chuckling.
	“No, who knows what fucking diseases I’d catch. You’re letting me through a gate, not letting me into the King’s bedroom.” He frowned but thought better of any other commands. A dozen strokes later and he climaxed, staining his tunic with the pathetic dribble of semen that coughed out of his cock. 
	Tani dipped her hands in the hot water over the fire and rubbed them together, wiping the cock-grime from them and re-buttoning her shirt. When she turned around the guard had fallen asleep, limp cock still turtling its disgusting head from the filthy pants around it. Tani swiped a loaf of bread from the shelf and a bottle of port, stopping on the way out to pocket a wedge of hard cheese as well.
 
	Outside, she tossed her dinner in the saddle bags and was gone from the bridge in a flash. She followed the road for a mile before veering west; The woods would be thicker on the west side of the road, and Tani wanted all the cover she could get. She rode for an hour before decided that the danger had mostly passed. Reaching the treeline, she dismounted and led Brulo by the reins into the trees, finding a little copse she figured would make a decent camp. 
	She spread out a canvas tarp, hanging it from a cross of rope she tied to the trees. She built a small fire in a pit, careful to bury it deep enough that it wouldn’t be easily seen from around them. Satisfied with the fire, she stripped down to her skin, hanging her clothes on the hot rocks around the fire and wrapping her favorite wool blanket around her. Brulo shook off the majority of the water from his fur and laid down beside the fire, and in twenty minutes was dry again, his own scalding body heat helping the fire along. Tani nuzzled into his side, thankful for the heat. She ate the cheese and half the bread, giving the other half to the great furry beast. She downed the entire bottle of port as well; it wasn’t tasty, but by the gods was it strong! Her head buzzed pleasantly as she hummed an old tune and stroked Brulo’s fur.
	“Thank you old friend, I know I rode you hard tonight. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”
	Her eyes flew open as a thought pierced her mind. “I can repay you can’t I?” She grinned a goblinish grin and nuzzled in closer to her furry companion. She stroked his fur again, this time slowly working closer and closer to the gigantic velvety sheath between his legs. She reached out and gave it a light pet, and then another, until she saw the bright red tip of his cock poke out from the fuzzy pouch. She kneaded his balls gently, reaching back and pinching him lightly behind his knot, prompting him to rise to his feet.
	Even when she was standing Brulo was a bit taller than her, but from the ground he towered above her, his swelling cock pushing steadily out of hiding. She licked her lips eagerly and began lavishing attention on him, worshiping the steaming hot cock with her tongue and lips. She kissed him up and down his length, savoring the firm flesh and deep musky scent, ever present around him but now it was overpowering. Her own sex was sopping wet, and as she tried to fit him into her mouth he bent down and rammed his snout into her from the side, knocking her over. She completed the flip onto her back and squealed softly as he began licking her back, his rough tongue dragging over her clit repeatedly until she felt her climax rise, and she stopped her attentions for a moment as her tiny frame was wracked by an explosive orgasm. She returned to his cock before her own climax ended, and to her delight Brulo began to probe her pussy with his tongue, the hot slimy muscle pushing past her lips and stretching her slightly. Finally she could wait no longer and flipped over onto all fours and waggled her plump ass at him from below. Brulo wasted no time, beginning his thrusts wildly as she tried to line herself up with him. Suddenly he found purchase and he slammed his cock home, burying the wide shaft to the knot in one swift stroke. She cried out again in ecstasy and ground her hips backwards into his as he pushed against her. He withdrew and slammed himself forward again, falling into a rhythm that stretched her eager pussy over and over, the sharp taper of his cock never leaving her hole entirely empty. She gasped for breath as she struggled not to be overwhelmed by all the sensations that assaulted her mind. Brulo’s hot breath clouded her head, and she turned to him, wagging her tongue at him.
	“I’m your slut Brulo, I’m your bitch! Oh breed me, breed mommy’s pussy! Good boy, GOOD boy!” she cooed. Brulo responded by ramming his tongue down Tani’s throat. He tasted of rotten meat and bread, but in her ecstasy nothing had ever tasted so good. The bestial scents that filled her nostrils were intense; he stunk badly of wet dog and sweat, but as she was enveloped in these smells her mind went blank. An animal part of her soul took hold and she began rutting more intensely, sucking his tongue further down her gullet and swallowing every drop of saliva that poured from his jaws. She pressed her hips back against him again, and he increased his pace, each lover now competing to show more enthusiasm for their mating.
	Suddenly Brulo rammed his cock home and pressed it there for a moment, then retracted and slammed it back again, pressing harder this time. Tani realized what he was trying to do and pushed in tandem. Oh I need it in me, OH I NEED IT IN ME! she thought, and as he rammed his cock forward a third time she pressed her hands into the loamy soil, pushing with all her might against the knot, willing her pussy to stretch just a bit more, just enough, just wide enough for-
	POP!
	“AHHNN!” A guttural cry escaped her lips as the massive knot slipped into her. She had never been forced so wide; she devolved into a gibbering stream of nonsense words and passionate animal noises as Brulo humped her.
	HUMP, HUMP, HUMP, HUMP!
	The massive dog worked his huge cock furiously inside his woman, and as she clamped down on him behind the knot he began his climax, pumping hot cum out of his balls and into her as fast as he could. It swelled in her, nearly doubling in size and driving her insane with pleasure. The knot held fast and not a drop spilled, and as the pressure built she moaned.
	Puppies, she thought, I want to have his puppies.
	Brulo kept up his thrusting as Tani’s smooth green belly began to distend. Her womb opened to the flood inside her, and she remained a gibbering mess as her belly grew and grew. Finally, Brulo’s thrusts slowed as he reached the end of his orgasm. Tani curled up beneath him, and Brulo laid down on top of her, pressing down on the little goblin with all his weight. She sighed contentedly as the comforting weight settled on her, and the wet pungent musk of her dog lulled her to an intoxicated sleep that had little to do with the port in her belly.
 
It wasn’t so strange, really, she thought to herself the next morning as the consequences of the port pounded her head. Her loins were sticky and sore from the night’s passions, and the briefest flash of regret crossed her mind, but as soon as she looked over at her lover it passed. His gigantic furry head rested on the edge of the wool blanket, his eyes closed and snoring slightly. She leaned over and kissed his nose, then his fuzzy lips as he slept.
	Not so strange. She had found her mother drunk in the barn on two separate occasions attending to the horses with her hands, though of course she was sworn to silence and bribed with a sloppy, though intensely satisfying session of oral from her mother. No, it was not the usual practice for a goblin to get a little too close to their beasts, though it was generally thought of as a wild fling, little more than masturbation. When Tani looked at Brulo though, she did not see a dildo to be ridden, but a lover to be cherished. 
	What was all that about puppies last night? she wondered.