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The long-haired, fair-skinned beauty walks through the shady alleyway. The visitor ignores the stares from the scoundrels that haunt the streets and makes way to a store that blends into the dark aesthetic, flagged only by a sign that states “Jeked's Potions" in blotchy red paint.

The bell jingles as the visitor enters. The room is ripe with the scent of disinfectant and the stench of burning chemicals. The visitor reaches into their purse, bringing an embroidered handkerchief up to their nose. “Hello?" they ask in a soft voice. “Is the doctor in?"

A tiny little green figure scampers from around the counter. The creature's bulging eyes rattle through his skull, and his mouth is as a clatter of discarded silverware. “Heheeherrr,

Doctor Jeked is here!"

The visitor steps back in their surprise,only to bump into something else. They spin around, seeing a short, green humanoid female closing the door behind her. “Please, excuse my security," the goblin says. “He enjoys a good startle from pretty things."

The visitor keeps their mouth closed, watching the goblin walk around to the counter. The mysterious woman hops upon the flat surface, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back, her boot bouncing in time to her own rhythm. “So, the fact that you're still here tells me you're desperate for some of the doctor's solutions, yes?"

“Yes!" the visitor gasps. “I will pay any amount of gold for the secrets to Dr. Jeked's masterwork!"

The goblin brushes fingers over her lips, tittering under her breath, “Any amount? How generous. But why would you want access to the greatest scientific discovery of all time?"

The visitor droops their head, their shoulders slouching. “My father wants me to marry, but I am not marriage material. I wish for a homunculus that can take my place on my wedding day while I leave, free to be who I am."

The back door opens. The goblin woman and the little deformed gremlin do not pay attention to the third goblin emerging from the back. This newcomer adjusts his patched up suit and sniffs the air. “A fantastic sort of scenario, indeed. To make something that can pass as someone as beautiful as you—that is a challenge worthy of my skill." The mysterious, well-kept creature walks up to the visitor and holds his hand out. “Dr. Jeked at your service. Now please, step into my laboratory. There is much to be prepared."

The visitor stands in the sterile, gray chamber, a bright blush upon his face, as it is the only thing he wears. Around him, various alchemical copies of the doctor mill about, mixing chemicals and checking notes. The primary Doctor pours over some details, barking orders to some of his subordinates in their native language.

Meanwhile, the female Jeked smirks, her eyes gliding over the lithe, girlish body of the nervous young man. “Something the matter, your grace?" She asks this, tossing a beaker up into the air and catching it with practiced perfection. Her other hand rests upon her hip. Her eyes rest between his legs.

“How… how does my being nude have anything to do with this process?" the visitor snaps, the heat of blush burning towards bluster.

“It's quite simple, really," the Doctor responds, marching up towards the visitor. He holds out his hand, and clone upon clone scramble up, pouring and mixing various viscous and liquid materials from bubbling brews into the flask in his hand. “To create a new life, one must take the building blocks of it. Life lesson, boy, where does new life come from?"

“I… it comes from the gods, s-surely," the visitor says, his hands between his legs, his knees bent together.

The goblins all smile with their knife-sharp grins. “Oh, young master," the female Jeked says, “Are all humans so inept? The Doctor asks for what you need to provide to make a new life.

Give that to us."

“You want me to… to…" The visitor's eyes widened.

“Into the mixture, if you'd please," the alchemist says, shaking the flask in the nobleman's face.

“S…s surely you can't expect me to be… in a state of arousal enough to… want to…"

The visitor's voice trails off. His attention leaves the Doctor, turning towards the short and stacked female goblin. She shifts out of her top, letting large and impressive breasts bounce free. They would have been ample on a human woman, but on a goblin, they are near ridiculous.

Without saying another word, the visitor lifts his hands free from his loins, his length sticking up in erect attention.

The female goblin sets upon him, wrapping her breasts around his shaft and her lips over the head. She rolls her head back, bobbing her head down along the pole. The sounds rising up from her make the visitor blush even harder than before.

“T… this is… this is so lewd!" he groans, but his hand moves around the head of the goblin, gripping at her locks of long, luscious, almost human, hair.

Jeked shakes his head. “Perhaps, if you care about such things. But true progress must be made with no regard to society's foibles."

The visitor, standing on his toes, lets out a long groan, and the female goblin's lips puff out, filled with his ejaculation. She steps back, wiping the trail of ejaculate from her lips and turns towards the Doctor. The two huddle together, and she opens her mouth, rolling out her tongue and letting the sample drip down into the flask. The Doctor produces a second receptacle, and she expels some more before he pockets the secret bottle away.

Placing a stopper upon the flask, Jeked twirls around and produces the concoction for his consumer. “Here you go! Have this rest in the light of the moon for three days, and you'll have your very own clone."

“My own clone," the visitor says, reaching for the flask. But Jeked pulls away, waggling his finger.

“Oh, no, no, my grace. Please. First, let us discuss payment."

And once business is attended to, the visitor leaves. “Another satisfied customer," Jeked says, producing his secret vial. “And another fine sample for future experiments. I've always wanted to create a blonde, after all."