The Dwarf Next Door (Patreon)

Another old, 3-word idea I had a while back. Dwarves fill a weird spot in the monstergirl-verse because they’re preeeetty close to humans, so they don’t get as much attention for the weird monstergirl sex stuff. I hesitated in writing them at all for a long time until I focused on their culture and them just being these dense little muscle balls, making them great for tsunderes, bullies and tomboy personalities.

This is just a freshish spin on tomboy childhood friend growing up hot. I never did go for the “female dwarves have beards” for my setting, but I can get behind the idea of them being really ambiguous when they’re younger. Just these squat little kids of fat and muscle growing in weird ways, and then they hit puberty. Not a lot of height to put on, but they really burst out with the tits or beards from there.

I grew up in one of those melting cauldron neighborhoods. I knew orcs and goblins and there was even a family of witches up the road that invited us to their barbecues (they had a lot, for how active their coven’s calendar was). In particular, there was a dwarf Van who lived across the street, and he was my best friend during middle school.

Vanrash was a hell of a dude. He was a stocky little guy who was practically a square of fat and muscle. Dwarves had an awkward phase growing up where they grow out and not up as quick as the rest of us, so he was just a tank. He beat the crap out of three kids who tried to bully me once, and nobody messed with either of us again. He did junior football and we were doing videogames or running around in the woods just about every weekend. I even went to his birthdays where my parents had to spell out repeatedly that I wasn’t allowed to drink the same stuff that Van was when they were giving the 13 year old hard liquor.

It just sucked when he had to move. I didn’t get all the details but his family left town in our early teens for his mom’s job. They went back to the dwarven tunnels and I went on with my life. It was a bummer to lose such a cool guy but I moved on.

I was hyped as hell when Van reached out to me around a decade later. He messaged me online after spotting me on social media. I’d just left college and with little to no leads on what to do next, I started joining sites looking for connections. Van friended me and we started catching up on old and new bullshit.

My old dwarven bro had moved back to the surface and was living nearby. He offered to catch up over dinner and a couple drinks and I couldn’t pass that up. I had a local job so I could at least afford a basic meal to reunite with my old besty. We arranged to meet up at Gurik’s Diner for a late breakfast and it was hard not to smile with the relieving nostalgia.

I learned a lot about Van that day. First and foremost, I learned that my oldest dudebro was a woman.

Vanrash had grown up from the squat meatball of a classmate. She was still squat and broadly built, but there was an actual shape to her now. Not quite an hourglass but she had arms like a bodybuilder and tits like a plus-sized porn star. Her thick and hard-worked biceps pushed against her broad chest, making the heavily freckled breasts squash and reshape constantly in a distracting dance. She was pretty and a bit beefier than a standard fully grown dwarf, but she held a commonplace 4 feet in height. Bigger than a goblin, but clearly not a human.

It was still definitely him… her, I mean. She had slightly narrow blue eyes and the dense freckles I remembered on leather-colored skin like somebody had sprinkled cinnamon over her head. Her very long hair was that distinctly bright orange-red copper color that took me right back to when I couldn’t tell her gender at all. She was wearing a pair of rough jeans and a very revealing tank top. It showed off tons of cleavage, a broad musclegut lining a faint set of abs and the thin coat of arm hair that came with even the daintiest of dwarves.

“Marky!” Van laughed.

Of course, my busty tomboy childhood friend went right for a hug. I could feel the dense, iron-like muscle of her arms squeeze around my stomach, but even more I noticed her huge breasts. They were firm for how round and soft they looked, like a pair of beanbag chairs over water balloons. Definitely didn't have those the last time I saw her.

“How’n the fuck are ya? Still skin and bones, I see!”

“Heyyyy… yea,” I managed to babble out.

She gave me a few friendly pats with a broad hand before we were shown to a table. Van was all smiles as she leaned back against her seat and her tits still rested on the table.

“You look just like I remember you,” she sighed. “Just higher off the ground when I was already lookin’ up at you.”

“I can’t say the same,” I admit through my loose lips. “But you look great.”

“Surprised I got a little taller, eh? Even mountainfolk don’t stay that tiny forever.”

I blush and shake my head.

“No, just… you look good. Really good. That dwarven lifestyle really did you… good.”

Van shrugged. More jiggling and flexing.

“It’s the tits, yea?”

“I mean,” I rambled. “It’s not NOT them.”

Van snickered noisily at my reaction.

“Seriously, did you take a Gender Fluid or something? Because if you’re pranking me, this is a good one.”

I had Van grinning even wider as I explained my confusion. We pointed out reasons why I should have caught on or why I believed it for so long, but she assured me she’d been a girl all along. No transitioning, no lifestyle changes, just a common case of young dwarf androgyny. It sure made me recall all the times I’d slept over and all the days chilling in my basement together.

“You gravel-headed git,” she giggled, her voice a little husky for a woman but still clearly female.

“Never thought to ask?”

“You never asked ME!” I cut in.

“You humans are easier to pin down. And what’d I care? You weren’t starting any shite and we were havin’ a good time.”

She glanced up as our fairy waitress arrived.

“I’ll have a pitcher of your finest,” she said promptly. She turned her gaze back towards me.

“What are you havin’?”

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Vanrash (which I checked on my phone and IS a somewhat uncommon but traditional female dwarf name) explained what she’d been up to the last few years. Her parents urged her towards a traditional job in smithing, but they compromised over her attending a mountainside college. She got involved in some singing group on campus and started a degree in runecrafting before she got burned out on school and settled for a Math major before moving back to the surface with the rest of the world.

“You heard about this thing you’ve got up here called the sun?” Van asked.

She tugged on the chest of her tank top, fanning out her cleavage. I only then noticed a few shining spots of old sweat.

“Live out in the halls with nothin’ but torches everywhere and you forget what it’s like up here. Still getting used to it.”

I nod as it explains her skimpy clothes. I don’t remember ever meeting a dwarf who’d come straight from the mountains, but if she’d gotten used to the cold tunnels, I could see why the new outfit suited her better.

“So what about you?” she pried, leaning her thick arms and thicker chest on the tabletop.

“Not much. I started a job at a bookstore recently…”

“Pff! Boring,” Van snorted.

“Same old Marky. Here I went and left you to become a regular-brass human.”

“Okay, miss bigshot,” I jabbed back, falling right back into our familiar back and forth. “What big plans have you got now that you’re a fancy graduate from your fancy dwarf school?”

Van thought on it for a second, looking like it had just occurred to her.

“Dunno. Are pro wrestling leagues still hiring dwarves?”

I snorted a laugh, despite how well I thought that would suit her. We started catching up on what we’d been up to and what we’d been watching. Van ate twice as much as I did in steak and eggs and other rich food, putting my chicken sandwich to shame. At least her appetite was still the same.

“Depending on what you mean, you may be thinking of the wrong kind of dwarf.”

We laughed and caught up for a while longer. When it got absurdly long for a lunch, we conceded that we had to finish it eventually. We split up the check and already started planning when we could see each other again.

“We could get drinks sometime,” I offered.

“That depends. We talkin’ real drinks or pussy drinks.”

“I’m talking about beer, whiskey… whatever stuff’s at a bar.”

Seeing the blank stare I got in response, I added “Human beer.”

“Okay, so pussy shite.” Van scoffed and took out her phone, starting to check a few things. She glanced back up at me with a smile.

“You free on the 9th?”

“Yea. I guess so.”

“Great. I got invited to a party so you can tag along.”

“Like a…”

“Dwarf party. So stuff that’ll actually put you on your ass.”

“Can’t it also kill me?”

“Absolutely,” she said without changing her tone at all.

“But I’ll be there holdin’ your hand through the whole thing.”

Van patted my hand assuringly and she passed on the directions to the party.

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I have to say, in my limited experience, nobody parties like a dwarf. The house Van took me to was roomy. Not just lots of rooms and well decorated, but apart from their being some low shelves and cupboards, there were no low ceilings like I was worried about. Apparently their halls back home were quite spacious when they could manage, and they welcomed some breathing room on the surface as well. There was also a mix of humans, orcs and such in a smaller but notable percentage of the party. I had been a guest at a dwarven household a lot when I was a kid, so I knee the basic customs to keep on everyone’s good side.

“So don’t drink that one,” Vanrash explained.

She pointed out an almost pitch black bottle on the back of the loaded drink table.

“That’ll put you on your ass. Like no good buzz, just out. The Bronzebarrel and Chargers you’re good, but don’t go for the Kurgin’s that’re mixed in there. Finish a bottle of that and your puny little human liver will hate you.”

“Okay, now you’re just making fun of me,” I called her out.

“Cuz you deserve it. Just tryin’ to show my overgrown runt buddy a good time.”

Van bumped her shoulder up against my leg like a chummy dog. I definitely learned from hanging out with her that dwarves were a very physical species. Sort of like goblins or orcs. Lots of quick and firm touches; shoulder bumps, shakes, friendly smacks or power hugs are commonplace, especially in a party full of the solid shorties.

“Ah shite! They got Din’s Golden Roots!”

Van grabbed a large bottle of golden brown booze. Almost yellow, like it looked like the color of sunlight rather than watered down beer. Had a fancy label and everything. It reminded me so much of good alcohol despite looking nothing like any scotch I’d ever seen… or whatever it was.

“That’s the good shite. You just gotta watch the taste. It’s got a sweet apple flavor, but if you start tasting more of a bitter, then back off a little. Give it a bit to settle and have a water or somethin’.”

“Okay? How does that work?” I asked skeptically. Van was already grabbing some cups to take with the bottle.

“It’s this cumulative thing. Gets you as smashed as you like while the taste guides you through the changes.”

It was weirdly fascinating, though maybe it was just because I would get progressively drunker as the night went on. We found a relatively quiet guest room to ourselves, doing some more catching up while we sat on the cushy sofabed. Dwarves had their reputation as hard workers and perfectionists, but those who only knew them at a distance. They worked as hard as they did so they could relax just as hard in their off hours.

Van and I got into a few party games when people came asking, but we mostly shared the bottle of Din’s between us in the guest room with our own conversation. We’d joke and laugh over old stories while catching up on new ones or whatever shows we were into.

“So marry, fuck, kill; Vyra, Koles or Rikik?” she demanded.

I puffed out a sigh, sorting my thoughts out through the drunken haze. I felt like I was at that perfect spot, constantly shying away from my drink when the taste shifted to have some of the water bottle Van had insisted on. I hadn’t watched far into the series while she was completely up to date.

“Kill Koles, I guess. He’s forgettable and I’m not really into dudes.”

“Pussy,” Van addressed nonchalantly.

“Fuck Rikik, cuz why not? Goblin karate girl.”

“Fair,” she nodded. “You might not think that after season 2. Or maybe even more. We’ll see.”

“And I’d marry Vyra. She’s a keeper.”

“Oh yea? Why her?”

“She’s sane. She’s down to earth. She’s the normal one of the group and I dunno… I like that back home, reliable type.”

I wasn’t really thinking about what that implied, but Van’s freckles melted together with a bit of blush. She took another swig right from our bottle. She’d been drinking at least twice as fast as I was with her dwarven fortitude.

“Oh… yea. So that’s your type, huh?”

“I don’t know if I have a type. I flirted a little but I never really got to that level with anybody. I just…”

I lubricated the works with another sweet gulp.

“I wanted to be with a girl who could be my best friend. Does that make sense?”

Van sighed and leaned her head on my arm. It was an old thing she used to do, but now it came with the big and heavy dwarf tits bumping up against my arm like pillowy wrecking balls.

“Yeaaaaa… I get that. Cuz I tell ya, the more I think about it, I had a hell of a crush on you back then.”

Just like when I learned Vanrash was a girl, a lot of things started clicking into place.

“Like before I knew what a crush was. But I’d tell mom about ‘why can’t I live with the neighbors?’ and I’d beg them to let you spend an extra night and stuff. You were a hell of a best friend, aye?”

“Well…” I started cautiously.

“You were definitely a really strong influence on me. And you definitely got me thinking about how to feel about guys and girls on some sleepless nights. But you were always the coolest person I knew. So… you know. I’m glad you’re the hottest one now on top of being cool.”

Van snorted a laugh and I thought I may have blown it, but she leaned closer into me and wrapped her arms around mine.

“I’m glad, dude. Really glad.”

She just sort of clung to me for a second before she tugged down on my arm. It tilted me over enough for her to kiss me, and I just kissed her right back before I could think about it. I was drunk enough that I meant it all but was actually bold enough to act on it as I wrapped my arms around her bulky body. It all had this satisfying squish to it before hitting this solid core of muscle if I ever groped too deep, drawing her heavy little figure into mine.

We kissed for god knows how long. My eye eventually caught the light from past her long curls and hurried over to shut the door to our room. Van blushed and smiled at me as she got up and scanned the room. She picked up a small candle holder and opened the door, setting it down outside before shutting it again.

“Old custom,” she explained with a little nod.

“Something inside set out for privacy. Hard to confuse for anything else.”

“If you’re a dwarf,” I reminded her.

“There’s enough to keep the others in check. Now there’s somethin’ else I won’t confuse for anything else…”

She leaned in close, rubbing her hands and breasts over my raging erection.

“That’s the worst pickup line I ever heard,” I chuckled.

“Don’t make me pick YOU up,” she replied just as cheesily, squeezing me around my hips.

“You know I’m not one for that fancy shite. And you’d have waited another ten years to even bring it up. You need more stone in your bones, princess.”

Even as she teased me, her strong hands caught and pulled down my pants. One of them wrapped around my cock immediately, squeezing and stroking it with a greedy enthusiasm. Looking down at my horny childhood friend’s massive freckle tits bobbing against my bare skin, I was leaking pre over her hand in no time. Van giggled and leaned in, licking the tip clean as she smiled up at me. It was just another way for her to affectionately tease me so she was naturally an expert.

“Holy shit, V,” I moaned as I ran my hands through her thick curls.

She chose that moment to pop my whole cockhead in past her lips, making me gasp and grab onto her hair. I briefly worried about hurting her once the shock got past me, but she had only started bobbing her head and sucking. It took more than that to really hurt a dwarf, or at least not that they’d admit.

True to her threat, Van grabbed the back of my legs and lifted me off the ground. She kept on sucking despite being two thirds my height, showing off that dense little tomboy muscle. She lugged me a few steps before tossing me back on the guest bed. My heart skipped a beat but my cock kept pulsing in her warm and inviting mouth, slowly sucking and kissing around it.

Van giggled as the sexy dwarf kept taking charge. She was always the one to take action first between us, and this was no different. She took her mouth off my dick, leaving her curls trailing behind to tickle my legs. She peeled off her top and bra in one stroke, too impatient to bother with any clasps as her huge tits bounced free. They were even better than I’d imagined, well worth the wait as they flopped right down. Thick and heavy like the rest of her, and her wide, hard nipples were just one more way for her to tease me as they traced along my skin. Her tits were clearly solid and supported by a lot of muscle, leaving little jiggling to them beyond the soft yield when I started to rub and grope them.

“Been eyin’ them for a while, aye?” she purred, catching my eye as she climbed onto my lap.

“Hard to miss them when I’m looking down at you all the time.”

Van gave me a playful jab in the shoulder before she started working on getting my shirt off. Her tight leggings and thick hips straddled me, leaving me with a perfect view of her jugs. They shifted and swelled as her thick arms worked, tempting me into grabbing onto them and squeezing tightly.

I was laying flat on my back so probably had no chance of removing her if I wanted to get back up. Even as thick as her thighs were, I could feel the muscle bulge as she gripped me like a vice. I was just as distracted by her clothed pussy grinding against my leaking erection as I was by tracing my fingers over her chest, connecting the dots on her cinnamon freckles.

I finally leaned up and yielded in letting her take my shirt off. I thought to do the same in kind and ran my hands down her stomach, pulling down the waist of her bottoms. That was really something else. Dwarf tits are pretty huge, but there’s something about that solid core. Soft until I got to trace over those abs, making her otherwise thick-skinned body twitch from my teasing stroke. I lingered there a bit, admiring her tiny weightlifter figure before I got to the hips. Her ass cheeks were packed with softness and the shaping perkiness of a jogger, creating the perfect meaty handful to play with.

“Helping or hurting here?” she teased again, grinning down at me as she caught my hands lingering on her ass instead of her clothes.

“You’re just so hot. Not my fault,” I muttered, leaning up enough to plant a kiss on her hard nipple.

Van shuddered and it felt nice to get through that thick skin in just the right spots.

“Not the little stump ye remember, huh?” Van purred.

She leaned in closer to me, mashing her huge chest and muscular body down on me. She didn’t cover all of me but she was more than heavy enough to keep me down. She grasped my hands and held them back on the bed in a little mock-pin.

“You’re a real mountainheart, y’know that? Always someone I knew I could come back to,” Van sighed.

She locked her lips with mine and brought her hips sliding up to fully meet mine. Her freckled thighs and thick bush brushed past my dick before I fully penetrated her. We both shared a deep gasp against each other’s lips as we fucked our half-aware crushes together.

I can’t say I contributed that much. Van was a lot smaller than me but ridiculously denser and stronger. She was set on riding on top, her strong body bucking steadily on top of my dick in a cowgirl position. Her hair swayed over her shoulders as she quickly broke into a steady blush, her eyes growing half-lidded and her mouth just slightly agape.

“Oh, lad!” she gasped softly, starting to bounce a little harder. Her curves started to bob up and down, making her dense breasts slap together in the process. I thrust back when I could at the rise of her hips, adding a little extra punch to the pressure. Her pussy wasn’t as ridiculously deep and stretchy as a goblin, but I got most of the way inside her and she was plenty tight. That strong grip even in her snatch was well worth the tradeoff.

“Ohhh fuckin’ hell you were worth the wait! Oh Gram’s hammer and all the other bastards. I don… AH~!”

For all the talk of dwarven stamina, we were barely locked together for a minute, maybe two before she came. I felt her body tense up around me and she shut her eyes, flinching in a quick, warm spurt of cum. It seeped into her thick red pubes and started cooling against my lap.

“You o-?” I started to check in, but Van thrust her hand into my chest to keep me pinned.

“Don’t you dare stop now,” she groaned as she started humping again. This time it was even harder than before.

Van showed that dwarves could cum at the drop of a hat if their lover was big or skilled enough (which humans basically were automatically), but they were marathon runners when it came to fucking. Van rode me for another two orgasms in her position before she turned around, bouncing her thick ass in front of me as she rode me in a reverse cowgirl. She leaned her hips back to thrust her pussy into my face, making me eat her out for a couple while she kept on softly nursing on my cock, keeping me hard while never quite close enough to finish. Anytime I got too close, she’d softly kiss on it to ease me back down a notch. Being buried under her thick, freckled booty and soaking wet, musky, bittersweet pussy, I was at her mercy anyway.

She finally rolled onto her back, holding up her stubby legs and spreading them wide for me to finish. I gladly mounted her and started hammering away at her clit, filling up her pussy with human dick as she gasped and moaned and cursed in her own complicated dwarven dirty talk.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Break it! Crack it like the great anvil, ya frother!” she gasped, her tenth orgasm apparently starting to finally wear her down.

Van was caked in sweat, letting it conquer the room with her strong scent. The powerful ginger shortstack was finally just laying back, whittled down cum by cum until she was letting me have her way with her. She jolted more violently as she came again, wincing and biting her lip. Her sweaty face and curls flopped back onto the bed, giving a long and needy cry of some long and hissing word in dwarvish. My cock had been soaking in her juices and grinding on her sweaty body long enough that I’d be smelling her on me until my next shower.

Seeing her looking drained and pleased beyond belief as she grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down into a needy and listless kiss, I finally let loose. The long and long-awaited sex climaxed as I shot my load into her, filling her tight, soaked twat with my seed. Her tight thighs locked around me, holding me in place as I humped whatever precious centimeters her legs permitted. She clearly wanted me to stay and cum inside, just as much as I’d wanted to.

We had our slow and sloppy makeout session, caressing lips and tongues while I stayed inside her. Our wet junk finally slid apart as I sighed and moaned into her mouth.

“Fucking… amazing,” I mused.

“Weren’t so bad yourself for a giant runt,” Van chuckled, scooting a little closer to remain as tight against me as she could.

She ran her hand over my softened and sensitive cock, making me shiver from the surge of overwhelming pleasure. She giggled lowly at my twitching.

“Knew you wouldn’t last once you finished. I just didn’t want it to end.”

“Well you were the one who busted, what? One minute into it?”

“Who’s fuckin’ countin’ at that rate?!”

Van gave me a few short, rapid smacks to the arm. I was already waiting to find out how many bruises I had tomorrow from partying with and then fucking a dwarf. She still smiled despite her blush, and with a bit of fumbling, her hand found the bottle of Golden Roots. She took a swig and held it up in offering. When I nodded, she leaned in and kissed me again, spilling her mouthful of liquor into my mouth and sharing it between our tongues.

“So you’re staying, right?” I asked softly after a few minutes of quiet, naked cuddling.

“You’re not going away again?”

“Not without you I’m not,” she sighed, nuzzling closer into my chest so her wet bush rubbed against my thigh.

“You’re my little mountainheart. I won’t stray that far from yer side again.”

My heart swelled, at least until I heard a faint voice from outside the room. Many voices suddenly broke into howls and hoots and “Way to go, clouder!” Van snorted another laugh, burying her face in my chest in embarrassment. I laughed hard enough that I’m sure they heard me, and they probably heard me lean down and plant an extra loud kiss on Van’s blushing cheek as well.