Disclaimer:
the following story is a work of
dark erotic fantasy fiction parody
. It deals with mature themes and contains scenes of violence, representations of sexual situations which may or may not be consensual, and is intended for informed adult readers only. All characters portrayed in this story are adults. This work is not for profit and is intended as entertainment only. The author does not support or encourage violence or humiliation towards anyone. Characters in this story are fictional and not based on any person living or dead (though they can be inspired from the original work which they may parody), and are not meant to infringe on any existing characters in other literatures.
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The Tiddlers were horny. There's no other way to say it. Not all the time, mind you. I didn't know that when I arrived at their village with Namby, my beastman protector. He stayed around for a few days, finding me a place for shelter at a local watering hole with a lovely couple who were simply eager to let me into their home. If I worked for them tending the place, I would eat and sleep there for free. I agreed, having few options other than this at the time.
The Tiddlers stand about four feet tall; most men are bald and those few that have hair only spot a crown around their ears. Most women have short coarse hair. Their skin is brown, like milk chocolate. They love to sing and dance, and they keep themselves busy with trades and crafts, though I've never seen them sell any of it, and it doesn't seem to accumulate. Even after all these years, I'm still not sure how they manage to survive.
A few weeks into my life at the village was the first time I spied on some of the unusual aspects of Tiddler life. My hosts called themselves Job and Barra, and they were a pleasure to be around, always smiling, often dancing. I joined in because I could, also because it was the right way of being there. It was relaxing to find myself in a place with no complications. I sort of knew it wouldn't last but, at the same time, I didn't care.
It didn't occur to me until a specific day just how much I had integrated into their community.
Meredith was busy cleaning up after the morning meal; most of the time, a throng of Tiddlers rushed the morning and filled the banquet room. Often alone, Meredith would run from table to table and bring everyone their plates, then rush again to pick them up and toss them in the backroom to clean later. Everyone would pretty much leave around the same time, making the cleanup quite a job.
Today was no exception, but Meredith was almost done. As she dragged a mess of plates into the backroom, she barely noticed the unusual sounds echoing from the kitchen. She dumped her load of dishes against the wall and took a breather. Her eyes darted to the open door and she finally picked up the sound of moaning.
It had been weeks since Meredith had even thought of sex. Since Namby's departure, she had been either too busy or too distracted to even think of masturbation. She didn't mind; it was simply that no opportunity had presented itself and the pressing needs of her incarceration had diluted over time. Still, the moans were unmistakable: it was obvious her hosts were going at it in the kitchen.
The safest course would have been to go about her duties, but Meredith was curious. She crept forward in order to get an eyeful. What she saw was an amazing display of sexual interaction, amazing because of the beautiful love that was behind it.
Barra was leaning over the low counter, her dress completely off. She was plump, breasts like oranges, a belly like a pot, stout legs like large branches; her aged face was twisted in pleasure given by her partner. Job was hard at work; he was quite hairy all over (except for his head baldness), with powerful arms and legs comparable to his wife's. As he pulled in and out of his partner, Meredith noticed his impressive girth (at least for someone his size).
It was Barra who noticed that they were being spied upon. She didn't panic; instead, she calmly spoke to her husband even as her face betrayed the pleasure.
"...dear, we have a guest..."
"...don't care..." he mumbled through his exertion.
"I think you will," she said.
Job turned his head and saw that their employee was staring; he didn't stop on her account.
"She can watch," he said. "I don't mind."
"...I certainly don't either," Barra added, "but perhaps she is curious, no?"
Watching them talk and fuck was both amusing and arousing. Barra's eyes told Meredith that she could come forward.
"You... don't mind?" Meredith inquired, still uncertain.
"Not at all," the Tiddler woman replied.
Meredith walked into the kitchen, standing a mere meter from the fornicating couple. The sight of their love-making was stimulating parts of her that she had neglected recently. Barra could read the signs.
"Oh my dear... it's been so long for you, no?"
"Yes," Meredith mumbled.
"My poor girl..."
She looked back at her husband, still thoroughly focused on plowing her.
"Dear, would you be so kind as to help out our girl?"
"Nope," he replied.
"Now dear," Barra scolded him even as he kept fucking her, "is that any way to treat a guest of this house?"
"Fine," he grumbled, "but only after I'm done with you!"
The weird dialogue made Meredith laugh; Barra stared tenderly at the young woman.
"Why don't you take off that dress, dear?"
"...um... okay."
Meredith tossed the item in the corner, revealing her naked body to the Tiddler couple. Barra stared with fascination.
"Oh dear! Look at her. She is so beautiful!"
"Later," he mumbled.
"Now dear! That's not nice. She just stripped for our benefit. The least you can do is stare!"
Grumbling, Job turned his head and looked at Meredith for a moment, watching her as she sat on the floor and spread her legs.
"Yeah, she's fine," he mumbled. "Too tall."
"Job!"
"Alright! She's perfect for a tall girl."
The gruff Tiddler's attitude could not help but make Meredith smile; her hands went to her sex and she began to tease herself. She had forgotten how good this made her feel.
"Well," Barra said, "we're certainly not going to let you do that on your own."
And Barra surprised Meredith once more by pulling herself off the counter and walking towards her, with her husband dragging behind even as he kept plowing inside his wife.
"Where are you going?" he grunted after her.
"Why, to help this beautiful young creature, what else?"
Meredith watched Barra get to her knees and up between her legs, all the while her partner kept ravaging her. The Tiddler's head hovered over Meredith's crotch and her mouth buried itself on the woman's pussy. Instant gratification shot up into Meredith. Job looked up and witnessed the scene.
"Oh!" he blurted. "That's what you wanted. Well, you could have said so!"
