You wait

You can't sleep like this; you might drown and lose your levels. So, you stay awake, waiting for your throat to heal. You try to ignore your situation by watching the cave beyond your bottle.
The goblins are no more ambitious than they'd been at the village. You can't believe they would do something like this. At first, you rejected the possibility out of horror, but now you just question whether they had the bravery for it. After a while you even get the impression the two of them are too embarrassed to embrace the situation.

The certainly have a boss, but unfortunately you never see anyone like that. You never leave this room, and listening to the passing footsteps only lets you make the immediate area.

You can't always ignore where you are. The stench has a way of coming in bursts. You'll start smelling the filth, the the intensity fades over a couple hours only to come back worse than ever when you turn your head wrong or something. You can always feel it though. It's an insidious feeling, like it's soaking into your body and becoming a part of you. you grow paranoid that the fill line is gradually falling.

That might be what drove you to climb. The bottle neck was too narrow for flight and the glass was too smooth to climb, but you simply can't stay in here anymore.

"Drew," The Grub cocks his head in your direction, "she's getting ****."

The goblins mosey towards you, "Hey Hol, you look pretty pathetic like that. If you want. I think we can make this better for everyone." Drew chuckles, "You're our pet now, but right now you're basically a gold fish. You're pretty to look at, but we can't to much other than feed you."

"You can't fuck a gold fish." You doubt Grub really understands metaphor.

"True enough," Drew concedes, "That's why we'd prefer a more interactive pet. You could be a lizard, or a bird, or anything else you'd prefer so long as you're our affectionate pet." Drew shoves the bottle into Grub's hands, "Here, put your small dick in it so she can show her affection."

"No way; I'm way too wide. You're the one with the pencil dick; you do it."

After some sword fighting, Drew reluctantly concedes and picks up the bottle. His cock head covers the entrance. He slowly pushes and grinds his dick further down the neck. After a lot of hard work, his head reaches past the neck.

Drew drops the bottle to let it hang from his privates. He playfully sways from side to side, wagging the bottle till he builds up enough momentum to spin in a fill circle. Your wings get soaked in cum and the rough treatment leaves you disoriented. Drew eventually stops and turns the bottle upside down, letting both you and the cum fall on his dick. "Alright, Hol. show me how you feel."