Patron Reward: Ye Old Pizza Thottery (Patreon)

A reward story with an AU take on Pizza Thot as a medieval fantasy monstergirl restaurant. Notably different from my Pizza Gob series, mostly just by name and the species of each of the thots. I messed with their personalities a tiny bit to match their new species too, but mostly stuck with what they are.

Drake was what he fancied a connoisseur. He was a tan-skinned, short-haired man that lived in Queen’s Kingdom, one of the biggest kingdoms on the continent. He had a delivery service that brought everything from packages to animals across the kingdom, which meant he traveled all around the busy streets. And where there were enough people, there was somebody peddling flesh. And where it was peddled, Drake often got curious about how best to spend his spare gold. It was how he became such a respected opinion in his circle of drinking buddies.

His work took him to Bartle Square, a comparatively new part of town where there was a more concentrated monster population. They were all perfectly civil, so Drake never felt in danger when he passed through. In fact, some of his more enthusiastic reviews came from brothels in the area.

He was walking back from his last job when he saw a place he didn’t recognize. He had never seen the sign for Ye Olde Pizza Thottery before, whether he overlooked it or they just moved in. Either way, his curiosity was piqued. It was clearly more than just a restaurant by the magical neon left up of a winking humanoid phoenix showing off some deep cleavage. He’d started to pick up on the signs of sexwork.

He entered the colorful building of red and black. Booths and tables were set up around its broad interior where customers sat in rapt attention. Busty or bulgingly hung monster servers saw to their needs; serving them food, dancing on tables, sitting flirtatiously in their laps, or leading them upstairs to private rooms. Everyone from goblins to ogres to ghosts and fairies were tending to equally diverse but universally pleased customers.

“Hey!”

Drake found himself looking down at the source of the voice. His gaze rose as they followed the flapping of leathery wings rising to eye level. The hostess was a short, red-skinned woman with small horns sticking out of her short, wavy hair beside a pair of tightly wound buns. She had a thin but soft build besides a wide set of hips and thighs. They still weren’t wide enough to hide her spade-tipped tail. Like the rest of her staff, she wore a dark red top over snug black pants.

“What can I get ya? Table for one or room for two?” the short devil offered.

Drake certainly wasn’t about to say no. He also wasn’t feeling hungry, so he decided to see to his other appetites. As curious as he was, he was even looking to sample more than one of the girls.

“Can you make it a room for three? I got a bonus on my last gig and I’m looking to celebrate,” the human said with a grin.

The devil raised an eyebrow at that and shrugged.

“We’re a little shorthanded today, so if you don’t mind taking what we can give you, that’s fine by me. Hey, PB!”

Drake looked at another seductive server approaching them. She had a sexy body, which was a good thing considering she was completely headless. Ghostly flames flickered up from her neck as if she was a living, decapitated torch. She was tall with long legs and an hourglass figure. Drake must have been staring, because the dullahan raised and snapped her fingers in front of him.

“My eyes are down here,” a lower voice pointed out.

Drake followed the sound to where PB’s hand was holding her head in one of her palms. She had tan skin and a dark ponytail with a purple streak through it. Even detached from the rest of her, she had neatly applied makeup and Drake had to admit it was a very pretty head.

“Sorry. I didn’t see you there,” Drake admitted honestly.

PB cracked a small smile. Just enough to show there were no hard feelings.

“This guy wants a double decker. That means you and me in room two,” the short devil explained.

“Ok, Boss,” PB answered in her consistently level tone.

The ladies led Drake upstairs to one of the private rooms. It resembled any other inn room besides maintaining the curtains and sheets the same themed colors of the restaurant itself. When Drake paused to scan the room, Boss’ tail flicked out behind it. It wrapped around his arm and tugged with surprising strength for the wiry little appendage, making him follow her. It flicked again and all but shoved him into the bed, turning him around to sit on the edge.

“Alright. Let’s see what we’re workin’ with here,” the red woman directed.

She adjusted her wings to drift downward, touching down on her knees straddling Drake’s lap. Her plump ass rested densely on his legs as her wings flared up and curled more daintily behind her back. Her bottom-heavy perch quickly got Drake’s cock to perk up, poking against her thighs.

PB settled onto the bed next to Drake while Boss started undoing his pants. With another beat of her wings she slipped back into the air, pulling his pants down with her. His legs were yanked up as the demonic shortstack stripped him.

“Not bad, humie!” she said with an appraising nod.

“Peebs, you wanna get our stud here warmed up?”

PB’s body slung a leg over Drake’s lap as she took his shoulders, turning him to face her. It was a bit surreal to look at her full and curvy chest and nothing much above that. Even the dancing flame looked enticing in its own mesmerizing way as she held up her detached head. She palmed it gently in front of him as she held herself steady to kiss him lightly on the lips. Even for a decapitated head, her lips and tongue were still plenty warm. He cupped her jawline instinctively, just to find himself completely suspending it while PB left it in his hands to make out with.

The floating devil tempted him away from PB as she took Drake by the chin. She turned him towards her, stealing a deep kiss. Her long, warm, forked tongue snaked its way past his lips, taking a long and thirsty taste of his saliva as she fluttered just ahead of him. She tugged at her pants, sliding them down until she was just in her top and thong. She teasers her ticklish claws down the side of his neck before her wings beat again, floating higher into the air. With a short and wicked snicker she turned around, shoving her round red butt into Drake’s face. He gave a muffled grunt before he found his hands latching onto her hips, nuzzling himself deeper in between her cheeks.

“Everyone’s a sucker for Boss’ ‘ass from Hell,” Boss chuckled as she ground her butt into his face.

She lifted her tail, catching its edge beneath her thong. She used the flexible appendage to peel it down, bending over so that his nose pushed into her bare crack. The heat given off by the demonic butt was musky in a strange but pleasant way.

“Enjoyin’ the view back there? How about a little head to top ya off?”

Boss gave an indicative click of her tongue, nodding over her shoulder. Drake suddenly realized how literal she was being as PB casually tossed her detached head into his lap. It landed between his thighs, tilting her head just enough to adjust her angle and catch his cockhead in her mouth. Her painted lips puckered around it, moaning and sucking softly. Being blinded by the devilish booty didn’t keep Drake from figuring out what was going on. He spared a hand from Boss’ hips to palm the back of PB’s head, helping to guide her mouth to his junk and keep it steady as she needed.

By the time Boss released him from between her buns, the women had fully undressed themselves. Drake had to wonder if it was harder or easier with wings or a headless body, but they seemed to have plenty of experience with it after all. The sight of the naked monstergirls made Drake take a sharp intake of air before he tensed up and released. He grunted and shot his load into PB’s waiting mouth, the dullahan’s top half appreciatively nursed on his cock, drawing her tongue along its lower tip to keep milking it for all she could. It was a mystery where all the cum she was draining out of him was going when she didn’t have a neck, but it was one he was willing to leave unsolved when it felt this good.

PB retrieved her head as it licked its lips. She set it aside on a nearby dresser, letting herself watch as her shapely body wrapped her arms around Drake. She pulled him close against her pillowy breasts, her hard nipples prodding at him as the occasional interruption to that smooth softness.

“Don’t mind if I take a crack at that,” Boss said, flashing him a teasing grin full of fangs.

She spread out her wings and held them still, floating down so that she landed sitting on his lap. The impish woman rolled her hips, sliding on her knees until her pussy lips were barely teasing against his shaft. Even fresh off his last orgasm, the small temptress quickly got his cock to full mast.

“Don’t mind at allll,” Drake moaned.

He let himself relax, leaning back against PB’s headless body. She ran her hands lightly over his hips and abdomen but mostly propped him up as Boss kept grinding harder against him. Soon his cockhead was dipping in between her tight pussy lips, and a moment later she was fully taking him inside her. Drake saw her put her whole hips and wings alike into riding him, and while he didn’t fit completely inside the little red devil, it was a lot deeper than he expected. It was also just as tight as he’d hoped, clinging to his cock while wet and yielding enough to keep sliding back to prep herself for another thrust. It took him a while to realize the fleshy slap of her thighs against his lap was slightly off sync with the clap of her big tight ass cheeks connecting with each other.

“Mmm… that’s it,” Boss purred encouragely.

She traced her clawed fingers through a tuft of his hair, caressing it like she was grooming him with an especially dexterous comb.

“Give it to me, big guy. You holding back? You think I can’t take it? I’ve taken ogres twice your size before and still shared a beer and a slice with them after.”

She spoke perfectly calmly and confidently. Drake couldn’t help but believe her and met her offer, thrusting up harder into her. His hips lifted the small demoness with every pump, but he felt himself dig just slightly deeper when her body reached its peak and dropped back down at gravity’s call. Boss shut her eyes and sighed, cracking another sharp-toothed smile.

“That’s a good boy. Lemme have it. Let me show you what a pussy fresh out of Hell can do for ya,” Boss went on.

She wrapped her thick but stubby legs around his waist, hooking her ankles near his and PB’s hips. Boss reeled herself in, keeping him stuck deeper inside her and starting to rapidly pump her hips. It rode his cock that much quicker, working in fast and short pumps. The depths of her pussy seemed to tighten around him, just to plant her feet on the bed. With a flirty little raise of her eyebrow, she pivoted on the spot with his cock still inside him.

Drake wasn’t sure how to describe the experience, but it felt amazing. He gasped as her tight insides twirled and ground around his dick, leaving her big red booty facing him as she started riding him in a reverse cowgirl. He still saw Boss biting her lip as she bobbed her hips up and down. Her tail bouncing along with her hefty cheeks, and PB took his hands to guide them closer. When he took her encouragement and grabbed Boss by two handfuls of ass cheek, her tail curled and flourished like an excited cat. Drake even swore he saw it bend into a heart shape for a moment, making her tremble a little atop him.

The extra vibration was all he needed to finish. Her pussy tightened with anticipation as he nutted inside her, coating her dark red insides with a thick layer of creamy white. Boss shuddered in her own devilish little orgasm, but clearly nowhere as intense as Drake felt in the moment. Even with all his experience at the brothels working up his stamina, the devil clearly knew her way around a bedroom in ways he hadn’t learned. She might even be part succubus, for all he knew.

Boss fluttered off his rod, smiling and catching his eye with an impish look. She turned back to PB’s head on the nearby furniture.

“Oh he’s a keeper,” she told the mostly silent server.

PB’s head nodded as best it could on its own.

“You wanna try? Assuming you’re still up for it, humie,” Boss offered.

Both Drake and PB nodded vigorously.

“That’s the spirit,” Boss scoffed.

She twirled her tail, swatting harmlessly at Drake’s balls before caressing it with the tip. It warmed him right back up as PB crawled out in front of him. She went to all fours, propped up on knees and elbows as she offered up her plump ass to him. It was about as big as Boss’, but a bit less noticeable on her taller figure. Drake got to his knees behind her, tracing it between her cheeks and testingly pressing against her asshole. He glanced up at the imp and the calmly observing head.

“It’s fine. She likes to watch,” Boss said.

He wasn’t sure how much she was joking, but he went ahead anyway. He gripped her hips, holding just above her thighs and pulling himself deep inside her. It was warm and tight inside, his cock still slick with the layers of cum and spit he’d gathered during his first orgasms like a slick armor. He holstered himself inside her, pressing balls deep and glancing up at PB. Her eyes had widened but she remained fairly expressionless for a woman taking it up the ass. He had to assume that she felt things a bit lighter than himself or Boss when she was several feet away from her physical body.

He decided to run with that. He slapped her ass, feeling it jiggle against his lap. PB pursed her lips a little, and emitted a barely audible gasp as he reached around to feel up her tits. He pinched and tugged on her nipples, even twisting them as he saw her start to nibble her painted lip. Boss gave her a bemused, sideways glance as she picked up on what was going on and did nothing to stop it.

“Oh… oh gods,” PB started to pant after her otherwise detached (literally and metaphorically) observation of the violating of her body. Drake’s hands roamed over her body as he kept humping her plump ass. The clenching bowels quickly milked another orgasm out of him, thrusting once more and hard inside her. He grabbed at anything he could on her, roughly seizing one of her breasts in one hand and squeezing. His hot jizz shot into her ass as his other hand clutched at her neck. His fingers clumsily dug into the ghostly space around the top, dipping into the harmlessly warm flames. He recalled his fingers as soon as he realized what he’d done, but PB had already gone wide-eyed. Whatever she felt, she immediately shook from head to toe and let out a series of long, panting breaths. Her body shook like a leaf around his dick, milking it for all he had left in his balls as her lower half squirted hard onto the bed. It collapsed in front of him, heaving despite its breathless torso being unattached from her shocked and shuddering head.

“Well not all of us are lucky enough to have that many orifices,” Boss commented wryly.

She reached into the drawer and tossed Drake a towel to help clean himself up before getting another for PB.

“I’m not gonna tell you how to spend your gold, but it’s a gold for the two of us. Another silver and you get two slices and some fried potatoes, and a lot of folks go with that particular combo meal.”

Boss’ shift back to her dry professionalism reminded him to pay up for his draining but enriching stay. He dropped the full price like she suggested, and sure enough he was starting to feel hungry as his post-nut clarity settled in. The girls tidied up and left, and by the time they got back he gladly took the food. Perhaps the exciting sex added something to the flavor, but he noted in his subliminal critique that the food was actually very good on its own.

Definitely something worth coming back to.