The Ratcatchers (Patreon)

Felt like getting back to this one I started a long time back. Just two queens of the criminal underworld types in the form of goblin and gnome mob enforcers. Strongest gals in the fantasy steampunk mob and gladly abusing their influence and strength to bang whoever whenever they want. As quickly as I’d put together the idea of the story, I pictured them sitting at a bar laughing over how they’d swindled or shook down somebody and just sort of loving their shifty lives together. A lot of it was sparked by me being out of Hearthstone for a long time before finding out they’d added The Mean Streets of Gadgetzan; just ogre mobsters and goblins with tommy guns. Neat aesthetic, and some tomboy femdom shortstacks felt easy to slip on in there.

Mug looked up from his work when it was interrupted by the knock at the door. The orc grunted dismissively and hunched over his workbench. He got back to screwing together a repair job on a hand cannon when the knock started up again. It was more rapid and persistent this time. Mug could barely shake his head to himself before it started up again, this time twice as fast as another set of hands joined in. They were drumming out a rapid rhythm like a jazz band that was on a roll.

Mug growled under his breath. The husky tinkerer took a small blunderbuss from a nearby rack and went to the door of his live-in workshop, peering out a small peephole. No one was there, but the knocking continued. He didn’t know any of the mob bosses to use invisibility, so he started to suspect nothing more than pesky kids. He thought he’d give them a scare to drive them off as he cracked open the door, poking his head and the barrel of his weapon out first.

“Alright, you brats! I’m com- OH SHIT!”

The big green man staggered as he looked down. A pink-haired gnome in a small leather vest over a wrinkled dress shirt and slacks over a pair of heavily scuffed shoes smiled up at him. Her top was partly unbuttoned to show some of her perky, tan-lined tits a few shades darker than most of the normally reclusive gnomes in Flintwater. Her shirt had a fleck of blood marking her collar that she had missed. Her hair was tied back into spiraling buns, but it was quick and practical enough that a few strands hung out messily.

Beside her was a goblin wearing suspenders attached to loose-pants, a bowler cap, work boots and a sleeveless undershirt. Her full green jugs pushed the shirt to its limits as her rust-red hair hung past her shoulders, going in whatever direction it pleased. She flashed Mug a fanged grin as her ears twitched, showing an irregular bit of skin missing from its edges like something had taken a bite out of it. For her small size and thick chest, the lack of sleeves showed some athletic muscle to her arms. A few thick brass rings lined one hand, undecorated and lacking any gems to show they weren’t for decoration.

“Hey there, Mugs,” Razz greeted as she stepped a steel-toed boot into the doorframe. “Boss was askin’ about ya.”

“Oh, no way!” Mugs rambled as he raised his weapon. He barely got his finger to the trigger when the goblin palmed the bottom of the barrel and shoved it upward, pointing it well away from either of the petite enforcers before he could correct his aim.

Beside her, Janky was already stepping in at the same moment. She drew what appeared to be a switchblade before a screwdriver tip popped out of the front. The gnome jabbed it somewhere around the grip of the early firearm and with a precise twist, the weapon popped in half into two useless pieces.

Janky and Razz shoved the bigger man with surprising force for their size, pushing him back inside. Razz yanked the disassembled gun from his hands as she grabbed him by the bottom of his shirt, standing a little less than half Mug’s size. She held onto him as the busty gnome drew a length of chain attached to a few gears and brackets at one end. She whipped it around Mug’s ankle before she tossed the other end casually over one of the rafters. She whistled to herself as the end clunked back down and the gears started to whirr, suddenly whipping Mug off his feet and hanging him upside down from the ceiling.

“Ah shit! What’re you two doing here?!” the orc moaned miserably.

The gangsters sent the big bruisers when they wanted to scare you into a warning. They sent in The Ratcatchers when they wanted something done right.

“The boss heard you were skimming off the top of our gun racket,” Razz pointed out casually. She tromped slowly around the workshop, eying up a few things. She picked up a length of pipe and sized it up before taking a practice swing at the empty air.

“What my associate is saying,” Janky explained in a sweet and squeaky voice as she stepped in front of the dangling orc. She walked at a slow pace to keep up with his disorienting spinning as the chain tried to settle on how to balance his weight.

“Is that Mr. Heez noticed a discrepancy in last month’s budget. The other lots checked out besides the gun smugglers, and it looks like their supplies didn’t come in full from you. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Mug stared back at the gnome dressed in faux-business attire like a poor office clerk. She smiled politely back. Behind her, Razz got distracted making vulgar gestures with the pipe.

“I would never cross the boss! I got the guys their shit,” Mug rambled out quickly.

Janky clicked her tongue and shook her head. “The numbers don’t lie, Muggy. And we already spoke to the dock boys, and they were very forthcoming about your dealings.”

The gnome licked her finger and turned her head, calmly rubbing some of the blood from her collar.

“Cuz we beat ‘em up!” Razz called over her shoulder.

“Yes. Thank you, Razz,” Jank said with an entirely unperturbed tone behind her warm smile.

“Now we like you, Mug. You do good work. And we don’t want to have to do any more convincing than we have to today.”

“Yea, I almost pulled my shoulder convincing that last guy,” Razz added. “But you shoulda seen him after!”

“I can get the money!” Mug blurted out. “Whatever’s missing, I can find a way to replace it.”

He hurried to make amends and save his skin while avoiding directly admitting to anything.

“Oh? Right now?” Janky asked patiently. Mug grimaced and groaned.

“See, you’ve shown us we can’t trust you, Mug. And we WANT to trust you. That would make it all so much easier on the both of us.”

The sweet-talking gnome kept an edge to her voice. The goblin was clearly a blunt but efficient instrument, but Janky was no less dangerous. She spoke with a grace and underlying threat that implied she owned both kinds of stilettos.

“So what WE need is to know we can trust you long enough to buy you some time. To make sure you get the message the boss wants us to send to you. Which is why we wanted to come to a little understanding…”

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A few minutes later, Mug was still in chains. He still had blood rushing to his head, but at least it was a different head this time. He was handcuffed to the bed, stripped naked as the shortstack thugs humped on his face and dick. He grunted as Razz’s leanly muscled thighs squeezed around his face, burying his mouth and broad nose into her heavily leaking pussy. The goblin hummed and shut her eyes contentedly as she ground back and forth, drooling her thick and pungent juices down his throat.

Janky’s face was locked into sheer delight as she repeatedly eased herself down onto Mug’s dick. The tight-fitting pussy squeezed and shifted, the squat and strong pelvic muscles adjusting to accommodate his large member. She wasn’t as slick and stretchy as a goblin was, but she felt so much more sensitive for it that she felt it was more than worth it. With some slow and tight wriggling, she finally got it inside her.

“We need an open relationship between you and the family, Mug,” Razz reminded him. “And that means sharing your intel, and we’re just reminding you to keep your mouth open around the boss’ crew. Ain’t that right?”

Razz pinched firmly around his Mug’s thick nose, making him gasp instinctively. The goblin braced a hand on his broad chest to angle herself better and thrust in harder, grinding her swelling clit over his tongue. Her jelly-like precum ground all over Mug’s face, the slightly bitter taste and smell intoxicating him like only goblin pussy juices could. It was used as a cheap aphrodisiac if you went to the right alchemist, since most goblins were more than happy to get off at a moment’s notice. Especially if you were willing to help them get in the mood.

“And… ah... remember,” Janky added.

The huge green cock was buried deep in her pussy, making her stomach swell as she rode up and down. Her stubby legs didn’t reach far enough for get it fully out of her with each hump, but she loved how her muscles tingled trying to contain it. The cock-hugging grip of her pussy made it nearly overwhelming for her soft and curvy little body, but in a way she absolutely adored. Her calm and professional voice quivered every time she inhaled, making her body tensed around it.

“You’ve seen how easy it is for us to get at your goods. Let this be a reminder of what we could do if… EEE~! If we choose not to be so friendly with it next time.”

“Mmmm, yea. Like with a knife kind of not so friendly,” Razz snickered. She clenched her legs around Mug’s face. She let out a few rapid, raspy breaths as she started humping him faster.

“Normally I’d say that’s a bit blunter than I’d like… but I think our friend here’s distracted enough that he needs all the help he can get” Janky mused.

The pink-haired gnome folded her arms behind her back, adding more leverage for her to pound her hips down and bury the deep dick into herself. She shut her eyes in pleasure as it made her perky but plump breasts bounce up and down in time with her thrusts, making her soft voice squeak highly when it mashed just deep enough to make her stomach ache.

The girls both tensed up a split-second apart. Whether they were subtly sensing the other wrapping up or were in sync enough to keep the same sexual pace, their legs both squeezed together in sudden arousal.

They gasped together, with Janky’s short cry husky and raspy while Razz sounded more of a deep gurgle. They each orgasmed all over Mug as they used him for their enforcing pleasure. Razz gave a tight grunt that turned into a breaking cackle as she slammed her hips into Mug’s face, making his head press an inch or two back into the mattress. Her gnome partner gave a long, shrill squeal as her pussy clenched around the orcish cock like a tight fist. She sounded like the pressure of her dense internal muscles made her go off like a busty little tea kettle.

Mug shuddered himself as his tightly gripped dick was milked by Janky’s grinding hips and Razz rode his face with her enticing sexual juices. The rubbery smell of goblin cum mixed with the strangely sweet gnomish orgasm mixed in this mind-numbing scent as his jizz rushed out to fill any cracks and creases in Janky’s pussy. The rest overflowed from her tight pink labia.

Their cries suddenly quieted down as Razz leaned backward, flexibly tensing her abs and bending over backward. She locked her lips with Janky’s, spilling their orgasmic cries into each other’s mouth to share each other’s pleasures with the other.

Mug didn’t dare interrupt the tiny killers’ moment together. They shut their eyes and made out deeply with each other as they rolled their hips, grinding out the last sputtering moments of their orgasm together. Their mixed drool trickled over Mug’s midsection before they finally climbed off their sexual hostage.

“Much appreciated, my good orc,” Janky sighed.

“VERY much appreciated,” Razz snickered as she stretched out her fit figure.

The gnome plucked her button-up off the bedpost, starting to redress.

“I think we learned a lot about each other today. And I think, with this kind of… vigorous negotiating, we can talk to the boss for you. We’ll put in a good word and he might give you a week.”

The dizzied gunsmith nodded rapidly.

“Yea. Perfect. I’ll make it happen. Thank ya,” he rambled sheepishly.

“Yea, well let that be a warnin’ to ya. Can’t always fuck your way outta trouble with us,” Razz warned.

“Doesn’t hurt to try, though,” Janky added more softly.

“Oh yea. Even if you blow it, I’m not sayin’ we won’t give ya a last meal.”

“And because we trust each other so very much…”

Janky picked up her small bag and whipped out a length of copper shaped like a thick belt. She lashed it around Mug’s ankle and snapped it into place like a chainless manacle.

“We know you won’t go running away. Not when this device will explode if you leave Flintwater.”

“Or if the boss feels like pushing The Button,” Razz added as she undid the handcuffs on the stunned orc.

“So thank you for the pleasant visit,” Janky said, finishing cleaning the cum off her chubby thighs before yanking her pants back on.

“Hell of a host!” Razz agreed as she reached into his ice box.

She helped herself to a beer before she even bothered putting her shirt back on. She offered it to Janky, who shook her head no. The goblin shrugged and stuck the cap into one of her breasts. The soft skin squeezed around it and she gave it a twist, popping off the cap and drawing it back. She took a long drink and opened the door while she was still pulling on her shirt. Janky smiled as she followed her out, paying no more attention to their target and focused on her cocky partner.

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“So we tell the guy!” Razz laughed at her own story.

She was three drinks in at the bar and showed no sign of stopping. Nobody else was going to stop her anytime soon. It was just a part of being one of The Ratcatchers. They were the favorite and most trusted kneebreakers working for Boss Deephammer, and even if people felt like crossing the tiny asskickers, nobody wanted to be on the dwarven crime lord’s shit list.

“So we tell ‘em we’ll talk to the boss and maybe he’ll give ‘em a week to pay it off! Deepy’d already told us to give ‘em two weeks! So Janky and me are either gonna lean on ‘em next week or Boss’ll get back to us about how good a job we did scarin’ his ass straight!”

A few other toughs, drunks, and hangers on around the shortstacks laughed as Razz was passed another free drink.

“Sometime misinformation’s a good motivator. It’s for the goon’s own good, really,” Janky excused with a calm chuckle.

She tipped back her cocktail and pursed her lips as she gulped it down. Gnomes had a natural affinity for sweeter food and drink and she lacked a goblin liver, but she liked to match Razz drink for drink. Her cheeks were getting plenty rosy herself as they kicked back after a day of abused power, extortion, and technically followed orders. The girls were untouchable. They knew it and the whole city knew it. While the residents might have their mixed opinions on the matter, Janky and Razz wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Whatya feel like tonight?” Razz snickered as she turned back to her partner.

“Go share an ogre stud in an alley? Find some sweet noble’s daughter and suck her brains out her pussy? Or you wanna go hit up the Dopple Sisters and stay up all night seein’ how many different bodies they got?”

“Ah, Razz. Always so short-sighted,” Janky chuckled.

The gnome took her freshly refilled drink and sipped down the fruity but strongly alcoholic cocktail. She scanned the bar with its flirts and prostitutes of various species roaming around. Plenty of them would love to sleep with either of The Ratcatchers for the story alone, but Janky’s eyes roamed back to her partner. She gave the crude goblin a soft wink.

“Why don’t we head back to the apartment and see how long you can last. I finished putting together a little something I’ve been nicknaming Railsplitter.”

Razz’s eyes and smile went wide. She had happily been the test subject for Janky’s experimental hydraulic dildos.

“Babe, I will RACE you there!” she cackled.

The girls polished off the last of their complimentary drinks and left in a hurry. As untouchable as they were, they were always more than happy to touch each other. Razz saw that Janky didn’t get lonely at the top and vice versa, their brains and brawn as deadly a combo as they were attractive to their partner. They left the bar side by side as Razz happily squeezed a plump handful of gnomish ass behind them.