Patreon Reward: Kash's Fight Pit 3; Dwarf Wrestling (Patreon)

More fantasy faked fight club reward! A dwarf joins their small business with funding, class, and a humiliation fetish. The usual mix of world building, staged sexy wrestling, and goblin femdoms.

The patron's also took me up on a passing remark to do one of my doodly drawings to go along with the story, so I guess look forward to me trying to actually draw an attractive dwarf lady. I'm considering making this some kind of tier but I have no idea how I'd make it into a slot without mixing with the others. Either a side commission thing or turn a 50 tier into a 70 for that... but Patreon always takes a cut anyway so direct always best. You know what? Here's porn.

Gale and her various employees were still on the rise with their new business. Their profits only went up on their second show and they wanted to keep up the momentum. People were already asking and gossiping about future shows around town, so they quickly healed up from their last match and started brainstorming their next one.

They sat around their office doing various work around a table a couple days after their last show. Hanna was figuring out the best way to track down fighters and performers who would be desperate for the work. Gale was going through her notes of the moves that had really landed with the crowd during the last show while Kash ran the numbers on their income. They had gotten Marya’s room number at the inn while she got her life a bit more stable. They were expecting to have to go looking for a new face, and not that one would come walking in their back door.

“Excuse me, ladies. Which one of you is in charge here?”

The woman spoke in a throaty and thick-tongued accent that rang of  a native dwarvish speaker. The group looked up and saw a dwarf coming through the rear entrance. She had dark chocolate skin and darker hair done in braids bound with jeweled clasps. She had narrow, bright green eyes with a thick nose and nobly squared jaw. Like most of her kind, she was broadly built with thick, squared shoulders and arms packed with dense, practical muscle. Gold rings marked two fingers on each hand and she wore thick, purple lipstick. She wore a form-fitting black dress with gold trim and a fur-lined coat over her shoulders like a cape. Her attire spoke of her obvious status and full-figured body more solid than it was traditionally feminine.

“Hi,” Gale said with a simple nod.

It got weird looks from Hanna, but she had worked with plenty of dwarves on her adventures. They had a history of seclusion and internal struggles, which had led to their culture developing countless formalities and minutia to social interactions. Gale had found there were more ways to offend them by action than inaction in introductions, so the small greeting was always a safe bet in her book.

“Good afternoon. I’m Lady Dagni Dugal, chairwoman of the Council of Vaults.

Gale raised her eyebrows and swallowed as quietly as she could. With the strictness behind dwarven law and culture, only their most trusted nobles ended up as heads of their treasuries. She saw Kash had frozen up, whether she was terrified or excited by what this could mean.

“Oh! Well, you might be in the wrong place, because this is just another fight pit. We’re not exactly big with nobility!” Gale insisted

“Not that you’re aware of, perhaps. I’ve heard of your shows from one of my many contacts. Tell me, how do you train your fighters to do such spectacular techniques?”

Hanna cleared her throat. “We uh, train a lot and-”

Gale raised a hand to show she could hold off. “We loosely script the fights before performing them with actual combat. We’re variously trained so we know how to hit safely and how to sell the moves to the crowd. We have fun with it and give the crowd what they really want instead of having to find someone to replace the bodies every few nights.”

Lady Dugal nodded slowly. “That does explain a lot. And surprisingly noble an endeavor.”

“I inherited the place by mistake and it all seemed like a waste. But people needed jobs, people pay for pain, and this is easier than going out there assassinating monsters.”

The stoic dwarf cracked a sympathizing smile.

“Practical and profitable. You are speaking my language. May I sit?”

The dark-skinned dwarf glanced at the table expectantly, silently indicating she absolutely would not until she was invited. Gale slid the spare chair out for her and she took it with a small amount of effort boosting herself into the seat.

“I’d like to sponsor your business. My printer could cover your advertising costs and you would make Frothy Mountain your primary brand of drink. All at significant discount, of course.”

Dagni produced a neatly folded paper from somewhere on her and set it down on the table. Gale gave it a brief look before seeing it was a lot of numbers. She passed it right over to Kash, and the goblin went wide-eyed.

“This’ a good-ass deal,” she muttered back to the elf.

“So why us? You clearly have a popular brewery and money to spare,” Gale continued to pry.

“I know a promising upstart when I see one. I am interested to see how you would thrive. But most of all, I am interested in your show.”

“What’s this part mean by ‘additional assets?” Kash asked as she squinted at the page.

“A keen eye. And my biggest requirement for this deal to happen,” Dagni nodded.

“I would be formally adding a debt slave to your roster.”

Gale took a wary breath. Half the reason she’d started this business was to avoid things like slavery and trapping people in death fights.

“I see your caution,” Dagni said bluntly.

“I will have you know we dwarves do not take debt slavery lightly. They are prisoners, traitors to some great honor that live in humiliation when they disgrace their position and live as dogs when they could not be a creature of duty.”

Dagni folded her hands. “This is all on paper, mind you. I have enough in my service to let this act as a cover for me to take place in your matches of filthy repute.”

Gale finally put the pieces together. “So you’re investing so long as we include you in the roster.”

“Under an alias. And with all discretion beyond your staff, on a strict need to know basis.”

“So you’re keeping your professional and personal life separate. I can respect that.”

“For this much money, you’d better,” Kash added, still double-checking the document.

Gale took the page, signed off on it, and leaned over the table. She spit in her hand for a shake and the noblewoman looked pleased to see her respect for their simpler traditions.

“Don’t ask, don’t tell. Got it.”

---

Their fliers were out and ready, leaving them time to discuss and loosely rehearse their next match. The stiffly formal dwarf was surprisingly fine with anything they suggested, and showed a particular interest in anything that would humiliate or hurt her in front of the crowd. Gale chalked it up to her being the dwarven equivalent of one of those kinky religious types.

The match of the night was sold as a race feud between the elves (Gale) and the dwarves (“The Underling”). Gale had worked with plenty of dwarves and once you got past the formalities, they were excellent coworkers and even good friends. Dwarves generally saw the elves as a great ally to have between their resources and talents for magic. Still, there was a very old and popularized story about how an elven general met with a dwarven prince and had offended so many unknown formalities that the general was butchered on the spot. That got blown out of proportion and one of the biggest stereotypes about elves and dwarves was their distaste for each other. Your average member of either species didn’t care in the slightest, but Gale and Dagni were more than happy to play to the trope if that meant more customers.

Just like they’d arranged, Frothy Mountain signs and kegs were left around the bar along with some surprisingly tasteful decor. Customers packed themselves into the club for the night’s event, and Gale looked forward to having a bigger roster so she could charge a larger entrance fee for double features. Kash fired up the eager crowd with her usual hose of dirty talk before introducing the fighters.

“First up is your favorite exotic elf! The pointy eared piece of pussy! The foreign fucktoy Elfina!”

Gale emerged wearing what a belly dancer’s daughter might wear to shock her mother. She wore silky, nearly see-through pants and a top draped over her shoulders with a few fake gemstones dangling off for an enticing little clatter with every movement. She strode put with a pretentious sway of her hips, playing up the notions of elven grace and beauty.

“And her opponent! The dwarf from the depths of dishonor! The less than worthless wench! I’d call her a cheap and useless whore but she’d have to charge to earn that title! It's Theeee Underling!”

Dagni came flying out from backstage, much to everyone’s surprise. She landed in the patted down sands after Hanna helped throw her from behind the curtain like she was yesterday’s trash. Dagni staggered to her bare feet, dressed in what she’d assured them was replica debt slave garb. It all amounted to a mask and a leather bodysuit not unlike Kash’s corset, if clearly tighter and rougher. The thick leather mask was fastened firmly onto her face, held on with multiple tight straps around the back. It had a circular opening for the mouth and a visored slit for the eyes but was otherwise a simple mockery of a face, clearly meant to rob her of her individuality and dignity. Danni’s long hair was bound back in a tight bun, and Gale had to admit she was tough to recognize through the slave garb/bondage gear unless you were looking for her specifically. The degraded dwarf scrambled up to her feet and bowed deeply to the crowd.

“Is the most pathetic dwarf fucksleeve still stronger than a scrawny elf slut!? Let’s find out! Fuck each other up, ya cunts!”

Kash cracked her riding crop on the ground to start the fight. Gale strode in a wide circle, forcing Dagni to double her pace to keep up with her. The dwarf bridged the gap between them with a sudden charge, but Gale cut her off easily by extending an arm. Dagni ran her forehead right into her palm, swinging away with her strong but short arms and hitting nothing but air. The audience laughed at the embarrassing display until the dark dwarf grew angrier. A muted snarl came from under her thick mask and she threw the arm aside, passing the last couple feet and punching her elvish pussy.

Gale let out a loud moan and fell to her knees clutching her groin. That left her roughly around Dagni’s height so the dwarf unloaded with some heavy but effective blows to her face. Gale grunted and flopped her head along with the pulled punches before Kash intervened.

“HEY! Boulder boobs! Easy on the merchandise! I was gonna use that later!”

The goblin grabbed and pulled back Dagni’s wrist. She lashed her crop across the dwarf’s thighs, making her squeal from beneath the mask. She grabbed at the stinging spots where she was struck, but the crowd’s distance from her thankfully disguised the arousal behind her cries and how much she was brushing against her pussy with the rubbing motion.

“C’mere you little skank! Time you learned we play by MY rules here!”

The goblin pulled down on Dagni’s hair, bending her over double. The audience loved the exposing pose as her tits and ass stuck out for the crowd. Kash gave her several firm whips across her rear until she was wailing and moaning beneath the mask. Kash pulled on thebottom of the doubled dwarf’s costume and produced a small stone with a bright pink rune on it from within her cleavage. She whispered a quick word to it and it audibly vibrated in between her fingertips. The audience quickly recognized the simple magical sex toy as it was stuck up Dagni’s pussy. Kash still held a matching one, thumbing the rune to adjust the strength of its vibrations. She snapped the bodysuit back into place to trap it inside her.

“That’s enough! Back at it, you two!” Kash announced.

Despite her own declaration, she didn’t let go of the dwarf. She whipped her a couple more times to leave reddening streaks across her dark ass cheeks. Gale smiled and took advantage of her cruel mistress and rammed her knee into Dagni’s dangling chest. Her tits popped right out of the tight outfit’s deep cleavage, grunting messily. The dwarf clutched her chest as the buzzing vibrator remained audible like an aura around her. Gale slammed her tits momentarily flat with another knee, making a spray of spittle splash out of her mask’s mouth hole.

So long as she was doubled over, Gale grabbed Dagni around the middle and hefted her off the ground. She grunted with effort, but the dwarf helpfully slung a leg over her arm to balance herself out a bit more for her. The elf gave a fancy little twirl in place before dropping back down, spreading her legs out to spike Dagni head-first into the sand. Her falling thighs hit harder than the protective mask did, but they sold the impact to the audience anyway as the dwarf spasmed before ragdolling in her grasp. She would have fallen to the ground if Gale didn’t still have her by the legs, spreading them out and grinding her elbow over her pussy through the outfit. It ground the vibe around inside her, making Dagni shudder as it pushed against other sweet spots. She finally kicked out with one foot, catching Gale in the chin and sending her reeling back against the wall.

Dagni was slow to get up but she pressed the opening rather than recover. She started slamming punches into Gale’s sides, making her grunt and moan theatrically along with them. The dark dwarf grabbed her by the waist of her costume and one of her legs, lifting up the lightweight elf in a show of her compact dwarven muscle. The audience popped with surprise and approval as she stomped around, showing off the shocked and flailing elf. She pointedly paraded her past Kash, who made a show of playing with her remote control to her vibrator. The buzzing became even more audible as even dwarven might couldn’t keep holding up her taller opponent. Dagni’s thighs crossed to try and contain her arousal but she completely dropped Gale back to her feet.

The elf quickly countered with a lift of her own. She hefted up and slung Dagni across her shoulders, the brawny dwarf powerless to stop her. Dagni feigned to kick and struggle but Gale’s raised arms groped her ass and tits for the crowd, pulling her costume even further away to expose more of her dark skin. She slapped them both around before she leapt backward and slammed Dagni’s head noisily against the wooden edgel of the ring. The audience popped in shocked sympathy pain, even if they’d tested Dagni’s thick mask to take much worse than that. She still acted devastated by the fall, crawling in a clumsy, blind daze. Her hands found the nearest wall and used it to help herself up. Kash was on her once again to snap her crop across her back. Dagni’s muffled howl of pain and arousal echoed through her mask.

“Hey! Don’t go botherin’ the audience with your sorry ass! What, are you trying to sneak a few coppers in with some quickies, you stubby cunt on legs?!” she scolded.

She smacked the back of Dagni’s head before pulling on her hair bun like a convenient handle.

“There’s only one pair of shortstack titties here and that’s me! Hold this little half a whore for me, would ya?!” Kash snapped, making her jealous motivations quite clear to the crowd.

She shoved Dagni towards Gale, who gladly parted her legs and caught the dwarf’s neck in a standing head scissor. She showily cupped her tits and shook her hips for the crowd, licking her lips to fire them up while Kash went to the entrance to the pit. She reached past the gate and came back with a strapon half as big as herself. She stroked it off for the crowd before fastening it to her curvy little hips, stepping into the straps before thrusting it into Dagni’s ass with no apparent warning. The dwarf’s shriek rang out well through her mask, arching and shuddering as the embarrassment and deep penetration cut through any notion of dwarven endurance. She flailed and slapped at the trapping legs as Gale held strong, mockingly tugging at her mask to rattle her head around.

“Fuck, this bitch is loose! Can’t believe you can fit this much pussy in that ugly little package,” Kash purred despite being even shorter than the newcomer.

She lashed her crop across Dagni’s ass until it was bouncing and twitching, equivalent to humping back against her fake dick. Kash giggled at her expense before she pulled it back out roughly and circled around, reaching the drooling mouth hole where Dagni gasped for air and reached weakly out at their crooked referee. Kash raised a hand to her big, pointed ear.

“Can’t hear ya. Not with all that cock in your mouth anyway!”

Kash rammed the strapon into Dagni’s mouth hole, which was shaped perfectly to fit it inside. The tubular opening squished between her spit and the tight fitting rubber, filling her mouth with the lingering flavors of her own ass. Dagni’s moans and gulping became much harder to hear but her thrashing and shuddering made her aching excitement very clear. Her strong limbs spasmed as Kash toyed with the vibration rune, turning it up and down so that Dagni’s hips kept thrusting or tensing along with it. Gale just pulled up on her hair bun, using it to jerk the dwarf’s head back and forth so roughly that it fell apart in her hands, leaving strands hanging down her covered face. Even with her cries muffled, the wet slurping of her mouth and mask hole were perfectly audible. Between one sex toy attacking her clit and the other jammed down her throat, the otherwise reserved and glorified accountant’s eyes rolled back beneath her mask as she squirted a massive orgasm onto the sand. She let her legs go weak and fell to her knees, as if only held up by Gale’s head scissor. The elf showboated, flexing her lean arms for the roaring crowd while doing relatively little to secure the match.

Gale released the hold and leapt gracefully into the air, whirling and slamming a kick into the downed Dagni’s face. It connected loudly against the smooth spot of leather, knocking her over like it would have only taken a stiff breeze to put her down. Dagni jerked and fell to the ground while Gale landed right on top of her, knees on either side of her face as her groin ground against the mask. Kash rather quickly counted a “123!” before waving to the crowd. The chucked coins for the winner and loser alike while some pelted Dagni with insults and scraps of food like she was an unwelcome stray.

Dagni barely twitched, and most of that was spasms from the orgasm, but she certainly couldn’t voice that this was exactly the kind of filthy, degrading, hypersexualized treatment she’d been hoping for all along. The calm and controlled life of a chairwoman was profitable, but not always the most interesting thing in the world. This means of venting her closeted masochism felt like the perfect outlet for her.

---

“Hope we weren’t too rough on you out there,” Gale said as they passed their latest member her share of the income for the drinks for starters until they figured out their actual profits. Not as skyrocketing as their second night, but they were steadying out at “really fucking well” which was good enough for her.

“It was perfect,” the cleaned up dwarf assured them, her disguise stashed away in one of their footlockers.

“I loved it. I can’t wait until the next show. Just give me enough time to clear my schedule and I can be there any time.”

Gale was surprised by how onboard she was with all this. Kash was less so, having a keener eye for a fellow pervert. The dwarf made a point to stop and hug the goblin tightly.

“A special thanks to you, Mistress Kash. I look forward to working with you again. And do let me know if you need any more of those wonderful toys.”

The dwarf was steadily smiling, which was practically a fireworks display for the businesslike woman who had first entered the club. Gale shrugged it off as another satisfied customer, and one who was providing a lot of backing to their independent little bloodsport. If she was happy with it and kept on funding them, it sounded win-win to her.