Stackers: Darm the Dwarf

Another visit to the shortstack restaurant. We just got some art in for them, so Darm here just missed the cut. Not like there'd be room in the pic anyway... but this is breaking ground on dwarves, which have only been mentioned in modern monstergirl/ghetto goblin fics. 

I didn't stray super far from the stereotypes while adding my own twists. Dwarves can be perfectly normal, short strong folk, but the deeper in the ground they were raised the more traditional they are. Due to the care taken, they have everything quite strict and even casual conversation can lead to offending or irritating them, so they end up coming across as bullies a lot. Darm is definitely one of those dwarves.

“Hi! Welcome to Stackers!” chimed a cheery goblin at the front counter. “How many in your party?”

“Just the one,” Glenn said.

“Alright, and did you have any preference for your waitress tonight?”

“Yea. Could I have a dwarf, please?”

“Absolutely. Did you want her to be a soft dwarf or rough dwarf?”

“Whaaat’s that mean?” Glenn asked warily.

“It’s a figure of speech. They’re all soft of course,” the goblin giggled. “But they like their stone terminology. Soft are more human and gentle, while rough are more… traditional dwarves.”

Glenn held back a shudder. He had never been to Stackers before, but the shortstack theme restaurant was highly recommended by an online friend. They’d talked about their fetishes, and how Glenn had grown up with an awkward bully-crush on a female dwarf from his school. From everything he’d heard, she wasn’t even an actual bully. Dwarves just had a deep and elaborate history behind their culture, and while most of the races adapted in their own ways since they were revealed to humanity, dwarves had a harder time changing over. They had clearly defined rules for their social interactions and honor codes. They were easily counted among the most volatile of the new races, coming across as fairly aggro and argumentative compared to others.

“Let’s go rough,” Glenn agreed, containing his excitement.

“Oookay. I’ll show you to table 6, and Darm will be right with you. Watch your step so you don’t squish any of the waitresses.”

The goblin brought him to a small booth in the corner, flashing him a final smile before she went back to her post. Darm arrived as a fairly typical dwarf. She had caramel-colored skin and was a few inches shy of four feet tall, but otherwise she looked like a full-figured woman. Black hair grew long and curly, thick and shiny to a point of being slightly oily. It rested heavily on her broad shoulders and full chest. She had dark brown eyes and a slightly crooked nose, both of which could be easily overlooked for their proximity to her big firm tits. They bobbed in her usual Stackers uniform of tank top and booty shorts, kept alert and perky as her shoulder muscles tensed just from setting down his menu.

Dwarves were close relatives to gnomes and halflings, but instead of the usual halfling pot belly, the dwarves were built like weightlifters. There was a softness around her figure, but the slightest effort showed a bulge to her biceps or her exposed thigh muscles. Their dense and muscular bodies made them capable of lifting a full grown man with the right grip and inclination.

“Evenin', friend,” she greeted. Her voice was low, as her short and solid build suggested, and a thick tongue and lips came with an ambiguous accent built into her. Most compared it to Russian with a splash of German in there. “Name’s Darm. What can I get ya?”

Glenn glanced over the drink menu. “Yea, can I get an Olly’s and an ice water to start with?”

He went to smile back at his waitress, but Darm was already frowning back at him. She folded her strong little arms over her chest, puffing up her soft breasts behind the solid forearms.

“We got a problem here, big man?”

“Uh… no. I hope not,” Glenn defended. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I give ya my name and I don’t get one back? You got some stones for a random fuck off the streets.”

“What? No, I didn’t mean to offend you…”

“And you’re callin’ me a liar? Not a minute into the conversation?” Darm huffed and planted her fists on her hips, puffing out her already pretty puffed-out chest. “Hope you’re not this fuckin’ impatient with your meal cuz we’re in for a rough night here, boneless. Next you’ll be tellin’ me you don’t want a hair on your food.”

“Uh… could you not, actually?”

Darm gave him a disgusted look before she started to scribble on her pocket notebook. “So your pussy beer and water, ya? Let me get that for ya before your bust your skinny little ankles getting’ it yourself.”

Glenn blushed hard as the mouthy waitress left in a huff. He had no idea how he’d pissed her off so intensely. He quickly pulled out his phone and started looking up dwarf mannerisms. Apparently not responding with your name quickly enough was an insult in some of the older cultures, and a piece of a host’s hair was a sort of signature on a dish. In the old days it served as a kind of parsley and could be checked for signs of poisoning if they didn’t trust the server. Whether you did or not, it was simply expected before long.

“So I fucked that up right away,” Glenn muttered.

“Am I borin’ ya already?” Darm asked as she thumped his drinks firmly on the table. The froth bounced out onto the table from the force of their descent. Glenn jumped and squirmed in his seat. 

“No! You’re uh… doing great,” he assured her quickly. He looked back at the menu and nodded. “Can I get the chicken and waffles? A hair is... fine,” he ventured.

“Think you’re a tough guy now, princess? You’re lucky if I don’t spit in it,” Darm scoffed as she hastily scrawled out his order. “Was that all?”

“Yea… right?” he asked warily.

“Can’t even decide for yourself?” Darm grabbed Glenn by the waist of his jeans and pulled him towards her. Despite her squat size, her dense muscle and heavy weight still let her drag the man nearly twice her size along his seat. A strong hand found its way to his package and gave his nervous erection a firm squeeze.

“Stretched-out li’l toothpick like you could use some meat on ye bones,” she chided with a toothy grin. “Sure we can’t do nothin’ to fatten ya up a little? Or ye plan to look like a starvin’ little bitch the rest of yer life?”

“You’re uh… getting me plenty meaty that already,” Glenn assured her, looking down at her squeezing hand. “Seriously, I’m good with just the chicken waffle.”

Darm scoffed and let go of his package. “Suit yourself. Keep eatin’ like that and your balls might drop one of these days.”

The dwarf gave him a firm punch to the arm and went back towards the kitchen. Darm vanished back there a while before she returned with his dinner. A long and curly black hair was set on the far side of the plate, just as she’d promised. He carefully set it further off and thanked her for the meal. She nodded and with hardly a moment’s hesitation, she stepped under the table and yanked on his pants. She didn’t bother to unbutton them, but they were loose enough and she was strong enough that they slid right down his legs.

“Oh! I thought I was eating first,” he blurted out. He was already finding it hard to find his appetite when his erection was going so strong from her invasive bullying.

“Don’t tell me you’re so coal-headed you can’t do two things at once,” Darm snorted as she fished his erection out from his underwear. She tilted it towards her lips and sealed her lips around its head, running a short but strong tongue beneath it.

“Oof! I just don’t want you to get mad if it gets cold,” Glenn blurted under his breath. “You’ve been doing so good I didn’t-”

“Tellin’ me how to do my job now?!” Darm glared at him from under the table. She rolled his cock between her fingers, bobbing it around like a joystick. “I get yer dick out and suddenly you grow some stones? Fuckin’ nerves on you, lad!”

Darm reached out from the cover of the table to grab the thick curtain that surrounded most of the tables. She yanked it shut to hide them from the world as she climbed into the seat next to him, leaving his eager dick dripping with precum and saliva.

“I’ve been at this bloody job for a week now and you think you know how it’s done? I don’t know where you get off, ya brittle-boned snakespine, but it was gonna be in my mouth a second ago. Now I’m expectin’ some compensation.”

“I didn’t mean anything! Really!” Glenn insisted but she grabbed him by the collar. He half expected her to punch him in the face, but he found himself shoved onto his back. His legs hung off the edge of the booth seat, but he laid back pretty comfortably. The dwarf pulled off her shorts, showing some thick thighs lined with some thickly defined muscle. A rigidly trimmed square of pubic hair appeared as she removed her panties, tossing them to land next to his head. The smell of her musky womanhood was powerful, thick with sweat and other juices that made Glenn tense up.

“Bout time you gave me a little customer service of yer own,” Darm snorted, smirking down at the overwhelmed young man. She turned around and sat her thick ass over his mouth, letting him look up at the long hair trailing over her muscular back. Glenn’s tongue retreated as it brushed between her ass cheeks, only to find her meaty ass pressing over his nose. He had no choice but to breathe through his mouth, his warm breath and tongue brushing against her asshole.

“What that all it took to fire ya up?” Darm laughed at him. She gave a slow swat at his cock, bobbing it around as she showed off just how hard he was. “Must’ve needed a proper dwarven lass to show ya how it’s done. Those tallpot ladies look like they’d snap in half if you gave ‘em a proper fuckin’.”

Darm slapped her ass, making the thick cheeks jiggle over his face.

“Don’t gotta worry about that with a dwarf bitch. How you like your mouthful of real meat, ya pervy little pansy?”

Glenn just moaned in response as he pressed his tongue deeper into her ass. Darm’s body tensed up from the warm intrusion, arching her back and giving a soft gasp.

“That’s gotta be the smartest thing you’ve said all night, toothpick. Least you don’t gotta worry about THIS meal getting’ cold.”

Darm pushed her small but heavy body fully down on him, mashing his tongue deeper into her sweaty hole. She brushed her thick fingers over Glenn’s shaft, keeping him teased and leaking without properly stroking him. Whatever countless slights he’d committed against her, she was clearly enjoying her payback for them. For all he knew she was just making them up and wanted an excuse to dominate him like this. She gave a few quick bucks of her hips, clapping her thick ass cheeks together like pillowy slaps to his face.

“As much as you were enjoyin’ me gutter, I think you’ve earned your desert,” Darm purred. She rose to her knees, letting Glenn get a deep breath. He was lightheaded from the smelly, sweat-tainted air, but it still lingered on his tongue and breath. Darm just turned on one knee and grabbed his hair, raising one leg to shove him roughly into her pussy. Glenn was too bewildered to do anything but lick as soon as he felt her broad but trim bush and tight, wet snatch against his face. He ate with loud, hungry slurps as he let her hold him up, getting the dwarf to moan deeply. He licked his way through her thick, dripping wet pussy lips, burrowing his way around her shallow pussy to drink up all he could. He had to admit that the mix of her bitter asshole with her sweet pussy made a surprisingly tasty mix.

“That’s it, ya daisy. Get on in there. Try and keep up, for fuck’s sake… don’t disappoint me now,” Darm purred as she rode his face. She reached behind her to palm and stroke his cock, shutting her eyes as she broke into a confident grin. She pulled his hair between her flexing thighs to clamp them shut, trapping and pulling him in until even his breathing through his nose came with a bubbling wet sound. Her hard-working musk flooded his senses and filled his brain, caught in the vice of her thighs as he tried to gulp down all her plentiful juices. He dug through her gently ridged folds until he finally brushed against something tiny and hard. It wasn’t until she gave a loud gasp that he realised he’d found her clit. Apparently it was buried deep in her folds, much smaller and more tucked away than a human clit was.

“Oh, aye… aye… fookin’ mine for that pebble, ye gritless stilt,” Darm grunted bossily as she started stroking his cock with sudden vigor. Glenn repeated the gesture with his tongue, and a mere three strokes got her to cum with a heavy grunt. Her thighs squeezed hard enough that they made his ears ring, the flesh squeezing around his face as she emitted a tight, hot stream of cum over his face. It was rich and sweet as it ran across his tongue, complimenting the lingering bitterness of her sweat and ass. His dizziness was abruptly interrupted as a firm, long stroke of her hand finished him off. The humping dwarf snatched a few napkins from the table and brought them to the head of Glenn’s cock, catching the cum before he could make a mess of his seat.

“Really can’t multitask for shite, can ya?” Darm noted as she balled up the napkins with his mess inside. She finally slid off him and reclaimed her shorts and panties, tugging them back on.

“Well it’s not like I knew this was coming,” he admitted, starting to right himself again as she finally climbed off. He rubbed his sleeve across his mouth to clear off some of her juices. “Are you okay to go back to work like that?”

“Like that?” she asked. He noted that despite her hot and sudden orgasm, she looked absolutely unphased. She looked like she had just shown up at his table rather than cumming over his face.

“Like… having just cum that big,” Glenn trailed off.

“What? From burstin’ ONCE?” she asked with a massive grin on her face. “I can’t get to bed at night unless I’ve frakked myself twelve times over.” She flicked her thumb against Glenn’s softening cock with dismissive amusement. “Dwarves got real endurance. We can’t all be a one-pump chump. There’s even an old form of execution for outsiders that involves ridin’ ‘em til they dehydrated.”

“Oh… thanks for not doing that, I guess?”

“Ah, you couldn’t handle it,” she laughed as she hopped back off his seat. “Now go on and eat before ye faint like a newborn calf.”

Glenn shook his head. He tried to steady himself from the bullying sex as he took another drink. He finally cut into some of his fried chicken and took a bite, glad to find it was still hot. Even now, the meal felt tainted by the taste of her various holes and fluids. He had to admit, though… dwarf sweat and pussy mixed with everything else made for a shockingly tasty meal. He’d have to ask for it again sometime.