"Tinker? Is that your full name?" Tink nodded, her shining eyes on his. "Well, you can call me Mike, not sweaty man."
"Mike goblin husband. Tink belong to Mike now." She sighed, laying her head down. Mike held her this way for a bit, letting his body relax. Even as his dick softened, her goblin cunt was still so tight that she held him in place.
"Well, Tinker-"
"Husband call me Tink."
"Well, Tink, I'm sure there's plenty of daylight left. I need my tools to fix the fountain."
Tink shook her head, her ears flopping lightly beneath her hair. "Tink good at fixing. Tink help, you see." She dismounted, Mike's dick plopping free along with a giant puddle of cum. Tink squatted, lapping up the mess with her long, slippery tongue, until his cock was clean once more.
"Jesus all-mighty," Mike muttered to himself, finding his shorts. Tink was holding what was left of her dress, string at it in sadness.
"Tink need new outfit," she informed him, tossing the rags aside.
"I think I have a shirt that will fit you," he said, not wanting to waste anymore time thinking about it.
"Good idea. Husband get new dress, Tink go look at fountain." She had already retrieved her goggles, fixing them in place on her head, and had grabbed a small toolbox next to the bench. "We go."
Tink followed Mike out, and they navigated the labyrinth of books until they got to the back door. The sun was past the roof of the house now, meaning it was at least four in the afternoon. In the sun's light, Tink's skin took on a pretty hue beneath all the grime, and he could now see the giant, single areola that surrounded her double nipples. Dark green pubes hid her crotch from view.
Seeing where his eyes were looking, Tink became suddenly bashful. She held the toolbox up, covering her crotch with it.
"Get Tink's dress," she said, her yellow eyes looking away from him. Mike left her behind, running up the stairs to retrieve a spare t-shirt from his bag. Today had destroyed a significant chunk of his wardrobe. He needed to go shopping soon.
Mike grabbed a simple black t-shirt from his bag. He didn't bother putting a new shirt on-his new scrapes and cuts were still clotting. Staring in the mirror, he just shook his head. It looked like he had fallen through a plate glass window. The bite marks on his shoulder, however, had already clotted up. He really hoped that goblin bites weren't poisonous.
When he got outside, Tink was squatting, naked, inside the fountain. He was handing her his shirt when he watched a spoonful of cum dribble free from her pussy.
"This nice." Tink inspected the material before slipping it over her head. The sleeves were a little too wide, but the length was perfect. It covered Tink down to her knees. Mike joined her in the fountain, and the two of them started by scraping the mud and grime from the bottom, scooping it over the side into the bucket that he had brought home. The center of the fountain was a simple marble monolith with a single basin that would overflow into the giant basin below.
Scraping up the muck and grime, Mike couldn't help but sneak glances at Tink. Her tiny body was lean and sexy in a different way than Naia's had been. However, in the light of day, it was obvious that Tink was in need of a bath, and Mike hoped that Naia would be willing to share her tub.
"How long have you been hiding in the garage, Tink?" Mike asked.
"Tink there for-" Tink put a clawed finger to her lips, deep in thought. "Hm. Tink not sure. Tink remember big sleep, wake up yesterday." She shrugged.
"Do you remember Emily?"
Tink nodded. "Human lady. No need to fight. She let Tink live in garage."
"Wait. You didn't have to fight her, but you fought with me?"
"Is goblin way. Males too aggressive, always take, never give. All males fight."
"Well, you need to remember that I'm not a goblin Tink. Do you think you can do that for me?" Tink stopped what she was doing, casting a soulful look in Mike's direction. Several seconds passed.
"Tink remember." A sly grin crossed her face as she traced a line down Mike's thigh. "Mike much bigger than a goblin."
"Oh, well, thank's Tink."
"Not much of a biter, though." Tink stuck her hand into a crevasse, twisting her hands and pulling free a long trail of rocky sludge. It was almost a foot long, and Mike could hear stone scraping on stone as it slid free. Tink tossed the sludge over the edge of the fountain, and Mike heard the sounds of water rushing up from beneath the earth.
"We did it, Tink!" Mike high fived Tink, grabbing her around the waist. He picked her up and they jumped out of the fountain, escaping the icy cold water as it filled the basin. Tiny bubbles of energy formed, fluttering around the fountain like butterflies, and Naia surfaced, wearing a simple cloth dress over her body.
"Gods, it's so good to be outside," Naia said, eyes closed and arms wide. She took a deep breath of fresh air, opening her eyes to survey her fountain. "Let's work out some kinks, shall we?"