M.C. Kraken's (aka Goth Monstergirl McDonalds) (Patreon)

Another VERY fast process. This is kind of the culmination of my curiosity and the input gathered on the recent Femboy Hooters, Milf IHOP, etc. meme. Moms, amazons, monstergirls, and especially goths were in the top tiers, so I decided to mash them together and make one original place; a monstergirl McDonalds knockoff run by angry, dommy goth monstergirls. I wrote up a whole cast, and while they didn’t all get direct action I think they’re at least all named. Unless I decide to add more later… cuz this is a fun setting and the writing’s super funny to me. What is it with me and sexy restaurants? 

This one stands out a lot because just about every other restaurant is very “Hi, how can I help you?” happy customer service. The girl of M.C. Kraken’s do not want to be there and are probably not happy as any bunch of goths at a low-end fast food job would be, but they do like money...

People didn’t go to M.C. Kraken’s for the quality of their food. The chain restaurant was there to be cheap, quick and satisfying like any other fast food place. It had the added benefit of being specifically built to cater to the tastes and physical needs of whatever breed of man or monster came through its doors. Everything from fairy to centaur-sized seating to some separately cooled and sound-proofed rooms for yetis made sure it accommodated everyone.

Of course, the actual service you got depended on where you went. High-traffic areas were quick, clean and courteous to keep up with the competition. When it came to more casual areas, you got your high school dropouts and species or people who couldn’t get jobs somewhere else for whatever reason. 

The downtown location of M.C. on Hunch Boulevard was frequented not for its quality service but for its cheap food and being in a convenient location near the schools and colleges. The staff had their own distinct charm that drew in as many as it scared away.

“Hey, welcome to M.C. Kraken’s. Something something Leviathan Combo. Can I get your order or whatever?”

Skye leaned on the drive thru window, her pair of thick, dyed bright blue braids hanging past her shoulders and onto her chest. Her heavy breasts rested on the windowsill along with her folded arms, the gleam of some of her cheap rings flashing in the overhead light of her workstation. Her standard issue red and yellow vest and visor were mandatory, but she had her vest fully unbuttoned to show her ripped and faded My Little Pony t-shirt . A lot of black markers and pen had been used to doodle and color in most of her originally red visor as well. She raised a pierced eyebrow as the lizardman in the car gave her a puzzled look.

“You sure you work here?” he asked hesitantly.

“Preeeetty sure,” Skye droned. “Now are you ordering or what?”

“Yea. The uh, large number four with Sprite. And a packet of roc nuggets.”

“Uh huh. You want the Mordor sauce with that or honey barbecue?” she asked as she typed at her digital keyboard.

“The barbecue. Hey, is this the place with the uh…?”

“We’re out of the sweet and sour sauce after everyone made all those memes about them,” Skye dismissed quickly.

“No, where you get to uh…”

“Spit it out, dude, cuz I do not care,” the blue-haired girl pressed impatiently.

“Where you can fuck the employees? I wasn’t expecting girls like you when I heard, but they say if you paid some extra…”

Skye sighed and took a few clacking steps back. The lizardfolk assumed it was high heels or heavy boots, but she boosted up to her hind legs. Her pale brown fur had streaks of blue matching her dyed locks running down the chest of her horse-like bottom. The centaur’s hooves thumped against the edge of the drive thru window pointedly.

“You ain’t got the dick for it. Trust me,” Skye said dismissively. “That’ll be eight-thirtyfive.”

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Back at the front register, AJ and Sammy were leaning on the counter. The mermaid and demon shared a cigarette as they went on watching the eating area in the calm wake of their lunch rush. 

AJ Blackwater let out a low and rumbling string of syllables as she spat the smoke out through her gills. Merfolk were always flashy creatures, prone to trinkets, markings and colorful attire to emphasize their culture. Blackwater had plenty of that in her own way. A serpentine tattoo ran all the way from her thick bicep to her wrist and a cobweb was tattooed across her palm. Her long black hair hung over half her face, her broad and muscular shoulders mostly exposed by a small black tube top beneath her work vest. Even her tail ended in several piercings put through her fins.

“Fuck if I know,” Sammy answered as she took back her smoke. She spoke with a slight lisp between her fangs and the braces mounted around them. “They probably just go home and jack off to us.”

The red demoness was middling in height, but she was incredibly thin. Beholder breeds of demons tended to come in chunky or scrawny, and she was the latter to be sure. Her short black mess of hair hung around her pointed ears, crudely pushed to one side or the other to leave room for her single large eye. She rapped her black-painted nails and spiked leather wristbands against the counter top as she went about the standard tradition of their restaurant of wasting time in their precious breaks in the action. Beholders were supposed to be gifted with magic among demons, but she had never felt like going through the degrees and licenses you needed for all that these days. She was fine getting by on her wage flipping burgers.

A fit-looking human came through the door, getting her to roll her eye. She still didn’t raise her elbows off the counter.

“Hey, welcome to M.C. Kraken’s. What can I get ya?”

“Well I was thinking of a burger but I’d settle for your number,” the guy said with a grin. 

“Uh huh.” Sammy raised her head just enough to log in on the register. AJ just sighed and said something in her same low and mumbling tone before slithering back towards the cooking area.

“What’d she say?” the customer asked curiously.

“Cool your tits. She just said she’s going on break. We can speak Deep One so it’s no big deal.” 

The man looked back after the mermaid who opened up one of the freezers, taking out a frozen fish patty and taking a loud, crunching bite. She gave him an apathetic look in the eye before tuning out and leaning on the freezer.

“So what again? Burger or something?” Sammy asked absentmindedly.

“I was kidding. I’m just here to order off the ‘secret menu’ again.”

“Ok, well I’m supposed to clean out the yeti rooms. I can give you like five minutes in there if you’ve got twenty bucks.”

The cycloptic demon held out a listless hand. The customer shrugged and dug into his wallet. 

“Is that legal?”

“It is if you don’t tell anybody, dipshit,” she said, rolling her big green eye again. “Now hurry up. Raven!”

A five-foot, pitch-black harpy looked up from her perch on the grill.

“Watch the register,” she called as she sucked on one of her fangs, getting a loose piece of food from between her braces and canine. “I’ve got a special order.”

The black-haired, black-clad, black-feathered harpy nodded and hopped a short distance, spreading her broad wings and beating them a couple times to reach the counter. 

“You’re lucky it’s slow so I can actually cover for you sluts,” she muttered in her gravelly voice. The harpy’s body was almost fully avian, only notably different in how her more distinctly human-shaped torso beneath the feathers and her chest turning into a full set of breasts somewhere beneath her tank top.

“Yea, well here. Now you’re an accomplice slut.” Sammy slapped a dollar on the counter that Raven didn’t hesitate to pluck up between her talons and stuff it down her bare cleavage.

“Anyway, let’s roll,” the beholder encouraged. She swung her legs over the counter and slid past the customer, heading off to the soundproofed rooms whether he followed or not.

---

“You cumming or not? You know I said five minutes, right?”

“I know. Almost done,” the human grunted. The skinny demoness was bent over a table, her slender legs planted against the floor and spread out. Sammy’s pants and panties were around her ankles as the customer fucked her from behind, balls deep in her warm demonic pussy. She never got the hype about humans herself, so she was leaning casually with her perky B-cups and elbows resting on a tabletop.

“Raven’s not going to shut up if I come back late. The boss is gonna count it as my break if I take too long, so hurry up and nut up.”

“Working on it,” the human huffed. He squeezed her hips, the only real meaty part of her as he humped her pussy from behind. The beholder’s scrawny body rocked easily from his thrusting as lazily let him do as he pleased. He ran his hands up her narrow waist and squeezed her small boobs through her shirt.

“Damn, dude. You’re such a pussy,” Sammy scolded. His cock twitched inside her, oozing some precum inside her as he reacted to the dominant talk. The demoness opened her hand and with a casual flourish, she summoned her cellphone to her hand to check the time.

“Yea, it’s like five minutes right now. I’m done,” she decided. She tried to right herself, but the customer squeezed her tits tighter. She gave a short squeak as his fingers pinched around her pierced little nipples.

“Just another second,” he insisted, pumping away against her peach of an ass. He thrust a few more times before he stopped. He wasn’t sure why he stopped, but he did. He grunted as he tried to move, but the lower half of his body wouldn’t budge an inch. Sammy still held up one finger that glowed with a faint purple aura that matched the one around his legs.

“How about fuck that?” Sammy snapped. “I’ve got a job to pretend to do, dumbass.”

“Oh my god I’m so close,” the moaned desperately. “I’ve got another ten.”

“It’s thirty to keep going now, smartass.”

“Oh come on, babe…”

“I’ve got your dick held hostage, mother fucker,” the demon warned. “You wanna nut, you gotta pay.”

After a short whimper, her guest’s balls won out over his brain. Sammy’s eye darted over to watch as he slapped the money on her table. She took her time plucking it up and sorting through the bills before setting it back down with her phone.

“Yea, ok,” she conceded casually. She dropped her glowing finger and the human gave a deep moan as he was suddenly able to thrust inside her freely. She planted her hands against the table to stretch out her lanky legs and pump back against him so long as she was upping her rate.

“Fuck yes,” her customer sighed. “That’s so hot. So good. I’m gonna…”

“Yea, yea. Congrats. You figured out how to stick your dick in something,” Sammy droned. “Still on the clock, so hurry it up and bust in me already. I’m on Runesafe and everything so it’s not like you can knock me up. Just shoot your fat humie dick off and lemme get back to my smoke.”

Sammy started to stand on her toes, raising her juicy ass to grind upward against his lap. The lightly twerking motion stirred her customer’s cock around inside her until she milked the cum out of him. He spurted deep into her warm snatch, her demonic anatomy always running a little hot to feel even hotter than his freshly leaking semen.

“God damn,” the stranger sighed as he took a few last milking thrusts inside her. “Fuck that’s good.”

“No duh, dude. Everyone keeps paying for it,” Sammy said with a sarcastic roll of her eye. She started to pull up her pants whether he was finished or not, forcing him to pull out quickly. Sammy stuffed her money into her pocket once her work pants were back around her waist. The beholder frowned and squirmed as she adjusted her thong, snapping her fingers to magically remove the cum from her before it got too uncomfortable.

“Alright, whatever,” she said dismissively. “I’m going back. Don’t forget, if you tell anyone online, they totally won’t believe you.”

---

“Hey, what about that girl?” Ash asked, nodding her fuzzy head towards the lobby. “She smells nice.”

A dark green gorgon looked up from her work filing her painted nails, leaving a batch of fries to overcook while she finished. Her snake-like hair was bound into a thick braid behind her head to expose her black eyeliner and lipstick. Each of the snakes were pierced with a thick metal ring around the tip, something that could make people flinch when they weren’t aware that the “snakes” were closer to tentacles than anything on a gorgon. It simply made her hair look like a fleshy cat-o-nine tails that rattled metallically behind her head. She nudged her thick black glasses with the colored red lenses up her face to look where Ash had indicated.

“She’s fine,” Dawn answered lazily, finishing up sharpening her middle fingernail before she boosted the fries out of the deep fryer.

“I’m just getting antsy. It’s real moony out lately,” Ash insisted.

The short gorgon glanced up at the towering coworker. Ash was a werewolf, and one of the “full time” werewolves. She chose to stay transformed into her bestial form at nearly all hours of the day, wearing her snug, ogre-sized uniform around her brawny figure. Her dull gray fur was roughly braided here and there, but it was shaved into a sidecut in a short, dyed purple stripes below each of her lupine ears.

“You know I don’t know what that means,” Dawn reminded her.

“Moony. It’s getting near the full moon, so I get a little… antsy. Orky. Getting more urges.”

“I had a boyfriend like that,” Dawn noted with minimal interest. “Sean said he got extra horny depending on astrology or the full moon.”

“Wasn’t Sean a minotaur?”

“Yea, he was super full of shit,” Dawn agreed blandly. “Just fucking go for it. We work in this greasy shithole where the desperate and horny souls come to spill their sorrows and semen with flirts and fishsticks.”

“Have you been doing poetry again?”

“I’m always doing poetry. It never stops.” The melodramatic gorgon finally thought to dump the fries into their storage bin beneath the heat lamp.

“Whatever. Cover for me. I’m going for it. I can’t be in heat for this long without some kind of action.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so fuzzy you wouldn’t be so hot,” Dawn pointed out grimly.

“Was that a joke?” Ash asked in genuine confusion.

Dawn shrugged. The werewolf shrugged back, finished wrapping up a burger and passed it down the chute before she walked off into the lobby. The seven-foot gray wolf woman leaned a palm on of the smaller tables, shaking it beneath her weight. The busty, freckled redhead stopped in mid-bite to look up at the aggressively leaning werewolf.

“Hey. I’m in the mood. Wanna meet up in the women’s bathroom and find out what it’s like to cum with a werewolf?”

Ash’s snout broke into a curling smirk as the woman looked between her and her chicken sandwich.

“Okay. In like two minutes so I can eat?” the redhead offered warily.

“Hell yea. I’ll go make sure the gobs finished cleaning it up.”

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With a nose as powerful as a werewolf’s, Ash wouldn’t have offered if she didn’t already know the bathroom had been scrubbed down. Ratch and Raddle had cleaned up and were drinking leftover cooking oil in the back by the time Ash’s booty call arrived.

“Hey. You still good for-” the redhead started sheepishly. Ash grabbed her by the ass as soon as the door was closed, lifting her off her feet and into her arms.

“Oh hell yes. Gimme!” the wolven girl moaned promptly. She buried her muzzle between the stranger’s hair and neck, noisily sniffing around her as she aggressively pulled down the redhead’s skirt. The crudely charmed woman shivered as her claws pinched at her thighs and her cold nose prodded at her skin.

“Whoa, um… can we slow down?” the redhead asked as she blushed between her freckles.

“Nuh uh. Been needing this. Everything smells like grease and meat around here and the moon’s coming up and I’m dying to taste some flesh.”

“Wait, when you say flesh,” the long-haired girl stammered. Ash parted her jaws just enough to shove her face into hers, spilling her thick tongue into the visitor’s mouth. She squealed in surprise as the oversized woman’s equally big appendage lapped at her mouth, urging her lips open before she could slurp around inside. The redhead shivered between intimidation and arousal as the furry girl had her way with her, cradling her between her muscular arms and her thick breasts.

The lusty werewolf went sniffing down the bewildered woman’s body, forcing her shirt and bra up to her neck. Ash went rapidly licking and nibbling around her chest, focusing on sucking one of her juicy breasts while her furry hand rubbed between her legs. She rubbed the softly panting redhead with her strong fingertips as she slung her arms around the werewolf’s shoulders, shuddering as her drool ran down her freckled cleavage.

“Watch your head,” Ash muttered quickly, almost an afterthought as she lifted the girl even higher. The redhead caught her hands on the wolf’s head as she felt her panties yanked down around her shins. With her hips held up at eye level, the lumbering wolf shoved her face directly into her crotch. Ash rapidly and noisily sniffed at her pussy, letting out her breaths as short growls and moans.

“Yes, yes. Fuck yes,” Ash mused between the growls. Her thick tongue rolled out and lapped at her pussy, getting a hungry mouthful of the redhead’s juices. She was completely speechless besides some noisy moans and cries, barely able to occasionally twitch her hips against the probing muzzle. 

Ash’s noisy lapping continued as she pressed the stranger up against the wall. Her big chest pushed against the redhead’s legs, grinding her hard nipples on her as her tail wagged out the hole in the back of her pants. The gray she-wolf managed to tuck it down long enough to drop her pants, not bothering with panties given her abundant fur hanging around her hips and thighs. The redhead’s arousal just got her wetter, which made Ash smell her hormones to lick deeper and get rowdier herself.

With the redhead hanging in her grasp, Ash growled lowly as she pushed her hips into her. She was held too high to grind against her hips, but the lycanthrope could still hump her leg. Her thick, warm pussy left her clear juices sliding along the suspended woman’s knee and thigh, her loose pussy lips and the pair of steel studs along them grinding passionately. The oversized clit started to pump against her customer as she drooled saliva and precum over her fuzzy chest, panting in whining like the bitch in heat that she felt like.

Her muscular body tensed and gave an extended whine as her pent-up pussy squirted on the stranger’s leg. The pungently raw-smelling juices hit the redhead’s nose as she shivered and returned the favor with a shaking, messy orgasm over the gothic canine gaping mouth.

With a final, lusty growl and a wet smacking of her lips, Ash drew her face back out from the stranger’s snatch and let her shaky legs touch back to the floor.

“Fuck are you tasty,” Ash laughed wearily. She licked the girl’s freckled cheek appreciatively, along with a dash of her pussy-flavored breath.

“I hope you’re around next time I’ve got a shift near the full moon. Whiiich reminds me…”

Ash bent over to pick up her pants and pull out a small cardboard box. It showed a red X over outlines of a human gradually turning into a wolf with the logo for Wolfban over the top.

“I got you on the wolfbane pills. Just in case you caught anything there… playing it safe, yea?” Ash nodded towards the door as she pulled up her pants.

“I can even show you a trick I picked up around here. The pills taste like shit, but if you take it with some orange soda…”

---

“Hey, Peggy! Need a hand up here!” 

Raven leaned out from the near the register, gripping one of the various perches around the ordering area. 

Peggy came lumbering out of the break room with her heavy hooves thumping densely against the tile. She wasn’t as tall as Ash but she was built like a truck. The brown-haired, pale-skinned holstaur was from a human father and a minotaur mother, making her look passably human if you squinted just right. The telltale signs were there; solid hooves, bovine tail and ears, and a set of short, thick horns growing from somewhere beneath her long and bushy hair. Of course, that came with the beach-ball sized tits stuffed into her uniform, forcing the fabric of her shirt to lift slightly and show a hint of her solid abs. One thick and muscular bicep had a tattoo of a cartoonish but gruff female minotaur on a motorcycle, and another was just visible at the top of her breast that had “Grade A Beef” printed neatly across one boob.

“What is it?” she grunted gruffly as she shoved some hair over her shoulder.

“Shake machine’s broken again,” Raven reported. She nodded towards the counter where a male goblin was waiting on one of the short sets of stairs leading to the register. “And we got an order.”

“Fucking hell,” Peggy sighed, her broad shoulders slumping. “Give me the cup.”

“Extra-large,” the goblin added helpfully.

“Of course it is,” she grunted as she leaned on the counter. “Fine. But this is not worth the extra dollar an hour.”

She lifted half of her shirt and let her massive breast flop out heavily like a beach ball full of lead. Peggy let it wobble in place with a faint jingling to go with the jiggling, only bothering to grab a hold of it when it stopped bouncing. The fat nipple above her toned abs had a piercing through it, a thick iron band with a small bell at the tip. It rested inside the rim of the thick cardboard cup as Peggy got her hands busy. She stuck one hand down her pants while the other grabbed and squeezed around her round mammary.

“Is the hands down the pants necessary?” the goblin asked curiously.

“Is the running commentary necessary?” Peggy asked with an indignant snarl. “It just works, okay? I don’t fucking know. Swear to god, next fucker who asks how my titties work…”

“Okay, jeez. Sorry,” the goblin backed off. He still stared as the holstaur’s powerful hand squeezed and kneaded her tit while the other fingered herself casually. “How long does that take?”

“If you’re in that much of a rush, you can get your scrawny ass back here and help me.”

“Seriously?”

Peggy gave him a sour sneer as her only reply. After a moment’s hesitation, the scrawny little customer hopped off the steps and followed her back. Raven eyed him blankly but didn’t bother to stop him as he walked behind the counter and stuffed his little green hands into her massive breast. He could barely lift the hefty milk jugs, and his palm was barely bigger than her nipple ring while his whole hand wasn’t as wide as her pale brown areola.

He started to squeeze and knead her breast, and with their combined efforts a few drops of milk noisily plopped to the bottom of the cup.

“Harder than that, stringbean,” Peggy growled at him. “Gotta fill that thing up halfway, and it’s not gonna get there unless you start fucking my shit up.”

The goblin groped more roughly as he watched her hand stuffed down her pants. Peggy went on casually masturbating right next to him as he felt an erection perk up in his jean cutoffs, thanking his luck for the shake machine’s misfortune.

As he pinched and pushed harder in a steady kneading pattern, Peg’s milk started squirting out in thicker, longer spurts of her dull white cream. The cowgirl puffed near his ear as her body labored to produce more of her thick lactation, starting to sweat lightly despite her brawny build. The goblin swallowed as he watched her hips start to work against her fingers more assertively, taking some assurance that she was at least a little distracted. He leaned his head in and licked at her nipple, slurping up a quick mouthful of her richly sweet milk.

A brawny hand immediately grabbed his head and yanked him back away from her.

“No free refills,” Peggy growled before shoving him more firmly away. The goblin stumbled to stay upright, getting a dirty look from the tattooed bovine before she took a deep breath. Shutting her eyes, she gave a low, husky moo that rumbled closer to a growl. One long squeeze and squirt later, she finished with a soft, vulnerable gasp. She cleared her throat deeply before dabbing off her milky tit and cummy fingers with a napkin. Only then did she bother replacing her shirt.

“Here ya go,” she said casually, passing it off to Raven. The harpy snatched it up in one of her claws and got to work, dumping some ice into it before stirring it up in another machine. By the end, it was whipped into the creamy treat, if a little thicker looking than usual.

“There ya go,” Raven muttered as she popped it out of the machine.

“Hey, can I see that?” Peggy asked. Raven shrugged her wings and passed it off to her instead of the customer. The holstaur held it in front of her and spit on top of it before she held it out to him.

“Oh come on!”

“What?”

“You spit in it?”

“So what? It’s not like you can catch anything. You’re already drinking my milk, so what’s the difference?”

“It’s just spiteful!”

“So? Life’s a bitch. Sometimes it spits in your shake.”

The goblin gave a frustrated sigh and scowled at the busty bovine.

“Can I talk to your manager?”

Peggy laughed out loud. Some of the less stoic employees snickered along with her.

“Oh, buddy. You really are new here.”

The holstaur cupped a hand by her face as she called back behind the counter.

“HEY, MOM! Customer!” 

As soon as she appeared, it was clear the manager wasn’t any of the staff’s mother. Dirge had simply allowed it to happen as having raised her own family, shouting for mom was the easiest way to get her attention.

She was a stocky female orc, and while her race was naturally muscular, she had a huskier build than most. Her wide hips and plump breasts showed a bit of the weight she’d kept from spawning three kids, the same as the entirely uninvested gaze of her lackluster scowl. Her hair was a mix of black and brown woven into multicolored dreads that hung on her back and shoulders, and her uniform came with brown slacks and a white top to show her station. One chubby but powerful arm held one of their plastic collectable mugs, and the strong smell and amber coloring assured anyone that it was far too alcoholic to be soda.

“Yea?” the milfy orc asked indifferently. Her eyes scanned the collected employees and the customer before looking back to Raven.

“Did he pay for that?”

“Yea, Dirge,” the harpy noted blandly.

“Good. What’s the problem?”

“She spit in my shake,” the goblin objected, though his momentum already seemed to be faltering. It was near impossible not to know about orcs and their natural urges to move or work. Judging by the consistently small sips Dirge took past her tusks and full lips, that seemed to be her main means of working around this need.

“Lucky. She must really like you,” Dirge commented dryly. Peggy snorted while Raven didn’t even bother to stick around, hopping down the counter to help another incoming customer.

“I… no!” the goblin blurted. “I asked for a shake and she gave it to me, and she just…”

“Uh huh.” Dirge took another short swig.

“And you helped,” Peggy added as she leaned calmly on a wall.

“Well yea…”

“Did you go for refills?” Dirge asked blandly.

“Uh…”

“Yea ya did. Every now and then, somebody does.” Dirge set down her beer so she could crack her knuckles.

“Not a problem. Girls, we’ll be in my office. I can get this horny bozo out of your way.”

“Whoa, whoa, I didn’t mean-”

Dirge just grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and tucked him under her arm like a football.

“Boy, I don’t run a tight ship, but show a little respect for my girls,” the orc advised as she walked back behind the counter. She stepped into her roomy office with the squirming little man in her muscular grip.

“And whatever you do, do not ask for the fuckin’ manager.” She slammed the door shut behind her for punctuation on her ominous statement.

Out of all the races, humans were among the most popular as sexual partners. They were everywhere, they were very hung for their size, and they didn’t come with too many surprises. Orcs were one of the few technically more endowed and passionate, but their aggressive instincts made many hesitate to choose them over a human/thumber/pinky etc.

It was also why Reed the goblin decided not to get too picky with his orders from M.C. Krakens. The she-orc tore his clothes off in seconds and threw him onto her desk, exposing his squishy green body and finger-sized erection. Her pants were off almost as quickly as she mounted him, her dense muscle and mommy curves crushing down on him like she was made of stone. Reed gave a miserable grunt as her pussy easily swallowed up his cock, her soft thighs squeezing tightly around his hips to lock him into place.

Dirge was already humping by the time she started peeling off her top. The goblin squeaked and grunted under her as her full body weight crushed his hips on top of her muscles pumping back and forth on him. His dick fit like a glove inside her, if that glove was about three sizes too big for the hand it was supposed to match up with. It left him digging as deep as he could go with every thrust as her rapidly dampening pussy lubricated his involuntary humping. Goblins were plenty rubbery and didn’t break easily, but that did not mean she couldn’t hurt and knock him around all the same,

Dirge’s muscled pecs and heavy tits gave a strange mix of tightness and sag. The she-orc’s hard pectorals boosted up her heavy breasts, but their weight made them appear wide and soft all the same. Dark green nipples that had nursed several kids were hard and prominent at their front. A slight gut indicated where there were once abs that had gone through a quiet home life, fast food and three childbirths in a rough display of power and femininity. It quivered gently along with the rest of her body, curves jiggling as she rode the mouthy customer hard and fast. 

“Ow. Ow. Not so rough,” Reed babbled desperately beneath her.

“This ain’t for you,” Dirge growled as she started to fondle her breasts. Reed couldn’t have reached them even if he tried. The fierce restaurant manager rode him like a steed leading her into battle, clearly glad to let loose about a few of her frustrations on him. The rubbery body squished out of shape here and there when she pushed especially hard down on him, trying to adapt to the repeated pressure. She ran her nails over her leathery green breasts, growling lowly and muttering something in her native language. 

The orc mother arched her back to thrust out her clit, finally brushing it against his minute goblin cock. With a few low, bestial grunts she bounced and humped him until the desk creaked. Reed squealed miserably as his cock chose not to look a gift horse in the mouth, squirting his sticky green load inside her despite his pathetic groans.

“Okay… I get it. That’s enough.”

“Not for me it’s not,” Dirge growled as she planted a heavy hand on his scrawny shoulder. She gave a few hard, husky grunts as she went all out, crushing his pelvis under hers. Reed could feel a few vertebrae crack as she seemed to try and hump him to death, growling lowly through her tusks as a long, hot gush of cum hit his dick. He spasmed wildly beneath her, or at least as best he could as his sensitive, used dick was overloaded and a 300 pound orcess sat on top of him.

“Hope it was good for you,” Reed gurgled weakly beneath her. “Can I go now? I’m seriously sorry...”

Dirge took back her mug and took another drink. She shook her head, tossing her dreads around to bounce lightly off her broad shoulders and proudly outthrust chest.

“What about having one puny grunsh makes you think I’m done?” she intoned lowly. “You fuck with my girls, I fuck you. Til I’M done.”

A knock came at her door, finally getting her to pause.

“In a meeting,” she called back.

“I know,” Peggy’s voice called back. “Meant to ask, can I get off Saturday? Me and Blackwater were gonna go see a concert…”

“Yea, just use the sign-in sheet,” Dirge dismissed casually. “Or not. Whatever. I’m not your mom.”

“Good point. Thanks, mom.”

“No problem,” she grunted as she braced her hands on her thick thighs, remounting the formerly irate and now just very, very sore customer.