M.C. Kraken's: Dark and Brooding (Patreon)

Finished most of this up today after a slow day. I had this started a while ago but just followed up after figuring out the ending scene to flesh it out. Not much special to report besides bringing in male gnomes and harpies into the mix on the modern monstergirl setting. Harpies are relatively based on their traditional formats over the anime ones, except they have males and they’ve got lady bits over bird ones. They’re shortish, got wings and very nimble feet, able to fly short distances but they’re mostly gliders and so tend to be closer to turkeys than hawks. They also have a smaller male population, like goblins do, so they tend to get a bit cold and standoffish while overly clingy with mates.

I also think as soon as I came up with M.C. Krakens, a harpy named Raven came to mind...

"Alright. That'll be 10 bucks," Raven sighed in her low, dull tone. The human on the other side of the counter looked back at the register between them.

"But it says 8.52."

"That'll be 10 bucks," Raven repeated in the exact same tone. The man hesitated and passed her a bill.

The black-haired, black-feathered harpy plucked it up in a precise pair of talons and stuffed it into her register. She tossed some of her long, straight hair back over her shoulder, resting over the red top of her M.C. Kraken's uniform which veiled how far the 5-foot woman's flesh went before turning into feathers. Fairly far down, given the deep cleavage of her partly unbuttoned top. Dark, feathered wings protruded from large slits instead of sleeves on the creature that resembled a very large and gothy turkey.

"Thanks. It just totally sucks making change." Raven boosted herself on her talons and planting a quick kiss on the stranger's cheek. "Order's ready in a minute. We're making more mandrake fries right now."

The human nodded and put his hands into his pockets as her avian legs shifted on the counter.

"So... the rumors true about this place?"

"I have no idea what rumor that is, so I don't know," Raven droned dismissively. "But probably yes."

"That the girls here do horny stuff to you if you pay extra?" he pried.

"That the holstaur puts her milk in the shakes when the machine's busted. That our goblins will suck you off for half a sandwich. Dirge the manager literally beat the fuck out a guy in the parking lot. That the drivethru centaur calls you a bitch behind your back and sometimes to it... and yea. The horny thing."

The young man kept his wallet out.

"So what's it like with a harpy?"

Raven looked him up and down with her half-lidded eyes.

"Pretty messy. Cuz I don't know if you know how birds work, but we got one hole for everything. You're kind of playing the lottery as far as what comes out from there..."

"Okay. Thanks. Just the meal is fine."

Shortly after, Raven slid the tray of food over to him. The customer thanked her and went off to eat.

Sammy came in from behind her, eying her with one her large eye beneath her short black hair. The skinny demoness buried her braces-lined fangs into her burger as she leaned on a wall, chewing noisily as she loitered around her break.

“Sho how come you fucked with that dude about your junk?” the beholder demon asked with her usual lisp.

“Cuz fucking a human’s gross,” Raven sniffed. “They’re all bulky and weird down there, and they always want the weird shit.”

“Really? I mean sometimes,” Sammy admitted. “I had a dude who wanted to cum on my eye once, and I wash like, ‘Bitch, do you know how much that stings?” she rambled on, waving her burger in one hand. She dropped a slice of lettuce, quickly kicking it under the counter rather than cleaning it up.

“Sho what? Do they ask you to lay-”

“Lay an egg on them,” Raven finished grumpily. “Fuck if I know why. Or a wingjob. And I’m just like, ‘Pssh. Right.”

“You fly with those things,” Samishta nodded.

“I mean kind of. Not like I use them much,” Raven admitted. “I live on the ground floor of a dorm. The fuck am I gonna fly for? And they’re so stupidly hung…”

“They’re the ‘fuck shpeshees’ for a reashon,” Sammy shrugged. “Monstergirls just want that massive human donger.”

“Uh… where are the napkins?” a confused-looking woman asked from the other end of the counter.

“Over there, I guess,” Raven dismissed with a flourish of her wings. “Where the goblins are drinking ketchup packets.”

“Thhhanks…”

“But not me,” the dark harpy went on. “We’re carnivorous, but there’s such a thing as too much meat.”

“Hi there. Can I just get a fishwich and a small soda?” A slightly high voice came from the “lower-deck”; the part of the register area that was lowered for shorter species of customers. Raven hopped over to face the small, blonde, gnomish guy who smiled politely at her. She raised an eyebrow as she entered his order.

“Yea. No biggie… hey, you interested in making that a combo?”

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Raven unhooked her top and shook her shoulders, tucking in her wings as she slid off her garment. Ratch and Raddle were dubious but capable janitors, and the short cleaners combined with the fact that they went through a lot more cleaning supplies than usual (what with all the solicited sex going on) left them with some extra closet space in the storage room. It was plenty for Raven and her new customer to slip inside and strip down with her chosen gnome.

Once he was finished undressing, Raven gave a quick beat of her wings and threw herself onto the customer, pinning him to the floor. She took a deep breath, taking in his fresh and slightly sweet-smelling gnomish musk and released it as a long, lazy sigh. A quick adjustment of her short, strong legs and her feathery lower body pressed up against the gnome’s hips, resting her breasts on his chest. A patch of plain flesh and its warm, wet insides told him he had found what they were after as her pussy drove down to aggressively take in his cock.

While her mind and upper body were perfectly human, the blonde gnome had to notice some avian behavior in the horny harpy. She didn’t linger on her kisses, taking small nibbles or smooches at his lips or cheeks before pulling back like a curious pecking motion. Her slick-feathered body would make tiny adjustments or wriggle like a hen settling into a nest. It was a little cute for him to watch, but he was more distracted by the tingle her rapid motion shot through his groin. Gnomes were famously thin-skinned from generations spent sheltered underground, so it didn’t take much to leave the lean little figure stunned into doing nothing but hump back at her.

It seemed to suit Raven just fine. She hummed softly, shutting her eyes as she rode on top of his rapidly pumping hips. Her petite and lightweight body made it so even the gnome lifted her slightly off the ground when his thrusts reached their peaks. She perked up slightly, spreading out her wings to flash him her breasts before they folded around the back of his head. The cradling gesture pulled him closer to her, supported by her surprisingly strong wings as he was pulled back into her chest. The gnome’s dumbstruck mouth fell open and started to suck at her tits, particularly tonguing over her pierced nipple.

Raven grunted deeply as she pressed herself more firmly against him. Her talons tapped and scratched at the floor as she seemed momentarily obsessed with being as tightly pressed to him as possible. The gnome’s short but thick cock felt just the right size for her, sliding its leaking head perfectly back and forth past her clit without pounding into her lower belly. The panting, sweating gnome seemed lost in his own few moments of bliss, his sensitive skin overloading him with the sensation of being wrapped up in her smooth feathers and pillowy breasts.

“God yes. Fuck yes, you little bitch,” she hissed absentmindedly, almost as if to herself. Her wings tensed to give him an especially demanding squeeze. “Fuck it like you’re trying to crack my eggs, pussy.”

The short blonde finally gasped in a short, high-pitched noise. He bucked into her, shoving abruptly past her clit and shooting fresh cum into the depths of her pussy. Raven grit her fangs as he jizzed inside her, squeezing her thighs together to cling to his hips. She let out a quivering breath as a soft cooing noise while she returned the favor, shooting a warm, slightly oily burst of harpy cum over his cock.

“Fuck yea,” she finally sighed, seeming to relax. Her body still remained pressed against the gnome, clinging to him with her thighs as her breasts and body pushed against him. Her wings kept him trapped in place as she seemed absolutely set on cuddling in her afterglow.

“Um… thanks. Were you gonna…?”

“Yea, I’m good,” Raven said quickly, back to her stern calm in one abrupt moment. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Just a harpy thing. We sorta… have to get clingy after. So just give me a minute before my muscles relax.”

Raven shook out her dark hair and gave him a sharp glare, as if making sure he understood. The gnome nodded rapidly.

“Good. We call it brooding. Something about helping incubate our eggs or whatever. Don’t worry, though. I had the girls hold off on making your meal for a few, so they know I’ll be a bit.”

“Oh. So you do this a lot, huh?” the gnome inquired.

“With the ones that are worth my attention, yea,” Raven admitted. “But I usually just watch the register. The others ones, now they’re the REAL sluts about it.”

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A few minutes later, the gnomish customer stumbled out of the closet while Raven finished buckling her top back on. She didn’t have to worry about pants, but she still felt eager to clean up after her booty call.

Raven nudged the family restroom door open, looking for a quick cleaning before she went back to work. It was one of the more annoying things to get in her feathers, let alone all the grease that was already involved. She barely had to enter before she found Peggy with her pants around her ankles, the fabric pooling up by her hooves. A thin cow tail protruded just above her round and broad butt, which was currently being humped by the human Raven had turned down earlier. The husky holstaur glanced at Raven before giving a small, upward nod.

“Sup?”

“Sup,” Raven replied before hopping onto the lowest sink. She soaked a paper towel before briskly preening her lower feathers. “One man’s trash is another one’s treasure, huh?”

“Not my fault you’re made of spit and toothpicks,” the demi-minotaur grunted as if her fuckbuddy wasn’t even there. She planted her hands against the bathroom wall and pushed back against him. The large and powerful horned humanoid easily pushed the guy hanging onto her ass back a couple feet. Her dumptruck of a booty pushed with predictable power behind it as his dick vanished between her thighs.

“Hey! Don’t forget about the tits, dude!” Peggy demanded. “What kind of half-assed hookup you think this is?”

“Sorry!” the human blurted as he went groping around her front, rubbing over her abs.

“You can’t even reach?! Fuckin’ manlets,” the gruff hybrid grunted. Raven just preened herself at the sink as Peggy reached behind her, grabbing her overwhelmed customer by the legs. She hefted him off the restroom floor, her muscular arms boosting him up an inch or two deeper inside her. The cowgirl glared back at him as he felt his hands rub up over her massive rack with the “Grade A Beef” tattoo, quickly cupping them as best his smaller hands could manage. She gave a small grunt before turning her gaze back towards the wall, seemingly satisfied with that for now.

She started to sigh softly as he squeezed around her areolas, getting some thick milk to run down her chest. The white trails ran down the smooth curves of her udders as her customer humped from his suspended position. The milking actually seemed more of a relief to Peggy than his actual insertion. The human kept at it as her strong hands squeezed his legs, bouncing him slightly to make him pump faster than he was already.

“Fuck that’s a lot better. These babies been needin’ a good leakin’ since… FUCK! Are you done already!?” Peggy barked.

“Yea… yea…” her customer panted as he shuddered against her muscular back. He squeezed her jugs tightly for another thick spurt of milk running through his fingers. She grunted in annoyance and let him go, dropping him back to his unsteady legs as his cum ran down her muscular thighs.

“Well fuck me! Get lost, shorty,” the holstaur growled. The human stumbled over to the sink and grabbed some paper towels. Raven gave him a barely visible nod of acknowledgement but otherwise ignored him as he fixed his pants and went back outside.

“Too much to ask for a guy who can last more’n a few minutes?” Peggy growled as she grabbed some toilet paper and wiped the cum from her thighs, followed by the milk from her chest.

“They’re called quickies for a reason,” Raven reminded her in her same dry tone. “Maybe if you didn’t have all that stamina and were made of spit and toothpicks it’d be easier.” Her jab still held no sign of humor or spite.

“I just keep pickin’ the losers of the bunch. Need to find me a real man who could fuck me for an hour at a time,” Peggy said as she started to wash her hands. She’d leave the goblins to clean up her mess of milk and cum on the floor. Raven rolled her eyes before hopping off the sink with a flap of her wings to ease her fall.

“Well if you do, can you at least find him when you’re not on the clock? I’m chill and all but I’m not going to cover your shift for an entire sex marathon.”