Short but Stacky 10 - (Shortstacks Stories)
Episode: 'Seafaring Bartender's Thoughts: The Silly Sword Draph (1) (Narmaya/Granblue Fantasy)'
To owe a bar was the equivalent of making fat cash at the expense of your mind. Sure, there will always be someone wanting to drink booze or anything that could be refreshing, but it comes to the awkward trouble of having to 'listen' to some of the customer's own woes.
I opened this bar to make a lot of money, but no one told me that I would be enlisted as an 'advice-giver' to so many individuals. And, among the lengthy list of traumatized fellow of questionably high power when compared to a 'small fry' such as myself, there was one that had recently given me quite a lot of grief.
Same hour as usual, right after lunchtime, a plum-haired Draph would step into the bar and zig-zag to the counter. The sight of her approach was usually a sign of more headaches, but I could only sigh as she just stepped to the tall chair, climbed on it and then proceeded to facefault on the counter.
Narmaya is a swordswoman. Despite her shortness, and her thiccness, the girl was by far one of the strongest around... and she had a terrible fault at her: she was insecure about her skills when compared to fellow high-level fighters.
"A glass of choco-milk," She whined/ordered, face still kissing the smooth wood of the counter. "And make it bitter!"
...
How do I do that when she doesn't want any coffee in it?
"Narmy, we don't do bitter choco-milks here."
"I just need something strong that isn't coffee, Mitch," She bawled, pulling her face up to reveal fat tears. "I-I got scolded again."
I rolled my eyes at this, and I knew well enough what kind of 'scolding' she got. Her habit to just demean her skills was something that tended to annoy the ever-living shit out of the people handling her. She would go far enough to then be 'chided' about being so self-loathing. And eventually that made her cry- and come to me to pour out her own 'struggles'.
I would just endure and hope that she would, eventually, find someone that could 'fix her problem' for good but... it's been years, and I am still facing this hassle.
Normally I wouldn't give much of a shit considering I had similar 'frequent clients', but 'Narmy' was unique in her own squeaky way. And today would soon prove there was more for her towards me as she would just leave as usual after getting some choco-milk and whine more about her plight.
I thought things would keep being fine as the shift ended and I was about to close the bar when-
"Mitch!"
I tensed up right as I was turning the card by the door to 'closed', turning to see... Narmaya bolting towards the bar from the other side of the road.
"I have an idea!"
Oh no.
I opened the glass door. "Which is?"
She smiled, a hint of a blush on her face as she held a leaflet about... paid massages. I frowned, then slowly nodded.
"Good for you. Have fun with-"
"I-I don't mean to do this with strangers! But a massage would work and... I trust you."
...
"Narmy, that sounds so suspicious I can tell you're up to something else."
She fidgeted, shying her gaze away. "N-No..."
...
"You are a bit of a naughty Draph, you know that right?"
"I-I am not-"
"And if you want to get that relief, I am sure we can do something... as long as it helps."
The girl's eyes went wide with glee. "R-Really?"
"Only if it helps you."
I just wanted this woes of hers to stop being mine too. So, we agreed to meet up on that Saturday and I led her to the bathroom so we could do this without leaving me to clean any unplanned stain. I had some oil lotion and a few towels on standby as she came along in a trenchcoat and... revealed she made the walk to the bar with a skimpy white bikini under it.
"T-Tadah~!"
"Neat," I hummed flatly, trying to really not linger too much on that detail. "So, please lie down on the towel so we can get started."
I was stiff as, despite her nagging attitude, Narmaya had a bit of a curvaceous frame that was hot. Short she may be, but nothing screamed as 'too young' out of her. Her face was womanly and I knew for a thing that she had done it at least once in the past.
She complied to the request, the Draph's bubbly butt soon in display and I have to admit that it was a sight to enjoy through the entire session. I was careful enough to keep away from her breasts and groin, but I couldn't resist briefly touching her fat ass and... while I could tell that I was releasing her shoulders' knots, Narmy appeared quite worked up by the experience.
I was about to say that I was done with the massage but-
"N-Now my front."
I was narrowing my eyes at the girl's blue eyes. "Narmy-"
"P-Please."
I... rolled my eyes. "I guess it's one of these days, hm?"
She shuddered, yet her smile told me this much. I had a feeling Narmy was up to some naughty business after a while as Draphs were known to have quite the libido- since I never heard of her having a boyfriend or a fuckbuddy, it made sense she was going to fix on someone that 'listened to her'. Which was me.
"Do you want to undress?"
She nodded, and I felt her eyes staring back at mine with intensity.
"...Do you want me to undress too?"
"Y-Yes~."
She's really lost into the pleasure, huh?
As we undressed, the massage was soon getting naughtier by the second. Rather than linger away from her breasts, I looked at her face writhing in bliss as I bullied her perky nipples, and even more as I reached her cunt and started to tease her clit.
Narmy was definitely aware of sex, but not as much about this sort of foreplay as I had her squirt with ease for a few times. I had to stop as she looked ready to pass out but... she also wanted to do it.
"I am not sure this is going to be a good idea."
"I-It is! I... I need you, please?"
I found myself closing my eyes for a moment, then listening to my mind saying no, my body saying yes, and my hard dick saying hell yes!
In the end, the inner voting was rigged, and Narmaya found herself pinned on the ground. There was no displeasure from her as I caught her lips in a kiss and proceeded ot pound her silly. Her pussy was so wet that my cock entered her with minimal resistance, and then it tightened up to milk it while I bred her silly.
The loud slutty noises her body was making, the intense 'plapping' of my groin slamming against her round ass, and her body sweating with mine as we clashed in such an intimate way led to one of the most intense experience possible for the little slut. Narmy was definitely gifted in stamina, but I had the means to wear hers off with enough teasing.
In less than three hours, we were both quite drained. And we were sharing the bathtub to clean at minimal water risk while still enjoy each other's company. Warm water, bubbles, and a strange sense of 'victory' that burned through us both made the experience the best we both had.
Still, I was chagrinning over the fact that Narmaya had her own doubts about how many times I turned her womb in a cumdump and the chances of her becoming a mommy.
"W-What if I am pregnant, Mitch? What if- if I am a terrible mom?"
"You will not be terrible. You will be alright. We will be alright, Narmy."
"B-But-Mph~!"
Kisses. Narmy's little weakness to 'calm her down' was lips-on-lips smooches.
After we were done cleaning up, it became a weekly occurrence for her to come by for a massage and some fucking, and eventually-
"Morning~!" Narmy chirpily greeted a client, beaming as she wore her new waitress outfit with a hint of pride. "Welcome to my husband's bar. How may I help you?"
She took a break from swordsmanship, her belly swelling with a child. Our child.
AN
Narmaya get wife'd and pregged up. A continuation of this may see other Draph ladies feeling 'left out' by the situation.
Still, next time will be a silly surprise that involves a FGO character. No aged-ups, only tiddy-and-butt-up.