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"Daaaad." I groaned as he hugged me tightly, "…Come on Dad it's just a forging class!"
"But I'm just so damn proud of you Lad!" he sniffed as he squeezed me, lifting me from the ground as Sky'ree chirruped happily behind me.
"Come on Dad…" I replied as he put me down. But I couldn't help but grin, every time I did something Dad would refer to as 'Dwarfish' he got a little emotional. I guess that's just him being happy that I accept my 'ancestors'… even though I'm adopted. It is comforting to know that Dad forgets that I'm adopted.
"SNIIIF!" he sniffed loudly, patting my shoulders. "I'm good. I'm good." He added nodding. "Now. You do me proud and make something nice…" I laughed nervously.
"…Don't get your hopes up?" I mumbled as he clapped my back.
"I've kept every one of your arts and crafts from Kindergarten to high school." He said proudly, "Like a proper dwarven dad! I will be happy with whatever you make me." He pushed me towards Sky'ree. "Now off you go! Don't want you to be late!" he wiped a mock tear from his eye as he swatted Sky'ree's rear and sent her flying off into the sky.
"Wait-wait Sky'ree slow down! WAIT!!"
FWOOOMP!
I flew off of Sky'ree as she hit the ground with a greater deal of force than I'm used to. Flipping through the air and landing on my back hard as I groaned. "…Ow…"
"That was less than graceful…" Sybil mumbled apologetically, her pretty draenei face looming over me. "…Are you alright? Do I need to have Vartara take you to the cleric's office?"
"I uh… I think I'm good…" I mumbled, pushing myself upright and blinking as I spotted a tiny woman looking right at me. Well tiny would be rude, she was short, about as tall as my dad. She had long braided red hair in two pigtails that hung down over her surprisingly big breasts… in fact, they were enormously big for a girl her size.... Actually she might be comparable to Vartara who was the 'biggest' girl I knew.
She was a dwarf, and a young female dwarf. A large blue bubble of gum, that match the color of her eyes blew from her mouth and popped. "…So, you're Wildhammer?"
"…Yes?" I blinked at her, then Sybil. "…Did I hit my head really hard? Did I miss something?"
"You don't look like a dwarf." She noted stiffly, before tilting her head towards the school. "…Come on I'm supposed to show you to class."
"Why do I keep getting taken to class?" I mumbled, pushing off the ground as Sybil helped me to my feet. She chuckled slightly as I blinked at her.
"Sorry… it was funny." She shrugged. She rubbed my sore back briefly before I ran after the dwarf girl.
"Disola Firetack." She said suddenly once we were deep inside the school. So suddenly I jumped. "Everyone calls me Dis to my face."
"Oh… Uh. Hi Dis?" I replied hesitantly. Since she didn't correct me I assumed we were cool. After a second more of following her I asked, "…What don't they call you to your face?"
"…What?"
"You said everyone calls you Dis to your face. What do they call you when they're not looking at your face?" I asked as she turned her pretty face back to me and blew another bubble of gum.
"Shortstack." She said, her lips twitching as she turned around again and walked faster. "Come on I don't want to be late because your legs are too short to walk faster."
"You're shorter than me!" I replied indignantly.
"I'm tall for a dwarf." I didn't believe her. But eventually, we arrived at a door that looked like it once functioned as the gates of hell and casually shoved it open one-handed. "Welcome to Forging Class.
Tognus Flintfire was the Forging class teacher. Or at least one of them, they tended to rotate through various dwarves I'm told. The forge itself, as that was what the class overall was called, was separated by multiple forging stations and it was hotter than summer on Venus. There were a dozen forges burning hot not to mention the teachers at the center of the class. The student forges were placed in a half-circle around the main forge so that everyone could see what the teacher was doing.
Apart from Mr. Flintfire and Dis, there were no other dwarves. There weren't even other girls, Dis was the only one. There were tauren, orcs, and one male draenei which was weird… I didn't even know there WERE male draenei.
…Or maybe I was secretly hoping it was an all-female species.
Dis walked passed a pair of tauren while leading me to an empty forge station, one with black fur, one with brown. The black one eyed her for a minute and grinned. "Hey Dis. You free later?" he grinned, "Was wondering if you wanted to try bull riding again."
"Oooooh!" laughed the rest of the class as Dis flipped him off smirking, blowing a bubble of gum as she grabbed me and pushed me behind the station.
"Yeah but next time I'll ride something bigger."
"OOOH!" laughed the others again as the black tauren covered his heart in mock hurt.
"Al-ight! That's enough of that!" declared a dwarf with a well-groomed red beard declared walking into class and heading towards the center forge. "Roll call you ingrates!" he shouted, "Disola!"
"Here!" replied Disola taking an empty station next to mine.
"Bron!"
"Here." Declared the black-furred tauren as Mr. Flintfire continued until he finally stopped on me.
"Jeremy… Wildhammer." He turned and looked at me before I could reply.
"Here."
"…Yea don't look like a dwarf." He declared matter-of-factly.
"I'm adopted."
"Al-ight then." He replied, quickly moving on. "For the benefit of our newest student we're going to do a wee bit of blade forging. Consider it remedial courses." He declared as Dis was already selecting ingots of metal from a nearby basket of materials. "I'll give you a wee hand Wildhammer but you'll have to handle the rest. Knife, sword, axe. Whatever you wish." He declared to the class before approaching me and pointing toward the material basic. "Grab a hunk of metal lad."
I was jostled roughly about by the bigger students as they grabbed varying hunks of metal. When I finally got to the basket Dis shoved a hunk of copper into my chest. "Oof!"
"Take that. Easier to handle." She blew a bubble of blue gum that popped, making me blink as she made her way back to her forge.
I returned to the forge as Mr. Flintfire stroked his beard. "You've ever forge before, lad?"
"I've seen my dad do it. I helped a couple of times." I replied as he nodded, watching me take the ingot of copper and put it on the station as everyone began forging their own weapons. He continued to nod his head as I sort of channeled my inner Dad. Placing the metal in the forge and doing my best.
Mr. Flintfire watched me closely, occasionally he'd comment but he didn't yell. In fact the closest he came to yelling is when he told me the copper was good and hot. "Get it out of there lad before it melts!" he encouraged as I took the tongs, and pulled it from the flame, placing it on the anvil and grabbing the forging hammer before pounding at it…
It was NOT easy work. And I didn't expect it to be, but just when my hands started to ache, my shoulders were stiff, and my face felt like it was on fire… my little curved copper knife was formed. I quenched the 'knife' and held it on the tongs. It looked somewhat malformed…
Mr. Flintfire eyed it then took it, inspecting it closely, "…Not bad for a first attempt. But you can do better… you ever use a grinder before?" I shook my head. "Dis."
Dis casually hurled a perfectly made knife at a makeshift target across the room. It hit the target but not a bullseye, although it did sink deep into it. "Yes sir?"
"Help the lad with the grinder, sharpen this up…" he sighed at the target. "You could've just given me the knife." He added, heading over to the target as she blew a bubble of gum.
"Had to make sure it was sharp." She tilted her head towards the grindstones, "Come on." We got to the collections of grindstones, and he sat me behind one with surprising force. "Grip the blade on one end, keep your fingers away from the edge you're going to grind or you're going to get a heck of a friction burn." I gripped my knife tightly as she sigh, "No, like this…"
She pressed against my back, her big breasts bulging noticeably as she took my hands and adjusted their positioning. "Now… push the pedal. Slowly." Ignoring the gigantic bulges on my back, she steadily guided me in sharpening the knife. After a few seconds, she pulled away and watched me do it myself, repeating her motions.
"Good. Keep that up." She said, as Bron claimed another grindstone.
"How about you tutor me to Dis?"
"I've already tutored you. Not much improvement. POP." She blew another bubble of gum as other classmates within hearing started to chuckle.
"Ouch." Bron grumbled good-naturedly as Mr. Flintfire whistled for our attention.
"15 minutes lads and lassies. Finish up."
"Sure I can't convince you for a little tutoring?" he grinned at her as I continued to sharpen my knife, his hand reached around and got a fistful of her rear. Just another day in highschool.
POP. Dis blew a bubble right in his face. "…Fine. A little tutoring, but after class." She slapped his hand away, "…Boys." She mumbled dismissively as I finished putting the edge on my knife.
15 minutes passed in relative calm. We all went to our stations and waited for Mr. Flintfire to pass over us. He gave most of the class a nod or an approving grunt. He paused for a second at an orc student, picking up his axe and eyeing it curiously before noting rather harshly. "There's a nick on the edge…" he noted, "C." he added as the orc cringed silently.
He completely ignored Dis as she blew a bubble of gum, but her knife was so obviously great that there would be little point in really acknowledging it. She eyed me curiously, and blew another bubble as Mr. Flintfire picked up my knife.
"…Not bad balance. Good shape… no nicks." He noted, he glanced down the edge, pointing the tip at me as he frowned. "…It's a little bent, could be straighter… and-" he flicked his thumb on the edge, and nodded. "…It's got a good edge. For your first time not bad, B-" he said, putting the knife down and grinning beneath his beard. "Fine effort Mr. Wildhammer."
The bell rang as he rolled his neck, "A+ as always Dis. Mind cleaning up?"
"Always sir." She replied as he nodded and pushed my knife towards me.
"Grab a sheath for that lad, take it home to your Pop."
"Oh. Sure." I replied, "…Uh… where?"
"Right in there." He pointed to an inconspicuous door by the lumps of metal. "There are plenty. Just pick one."
"Thank you sir." I replied and headed to the room, entering and then pausing in awe.
…It was practically a dwarfhold… it was a MASSIVE storage room, the ceiling was at least five stories in the air, littered with shelves and shelves of materials, broken weapons, repaired weapons. And went so deep I almost couldn't see the opposite wall.
"…Oh… Hello?" my voice echoed back multiple times as I sighed. "…I could just… Not?" I replied, glancing at the knife. "…I think I'll just wrap this in paper towels." Forgoing the search for an acceptable sheathe for my knife I turned around and opened the door before immediately almost slamming it shut at the sight… but leaving open a crack.
Dis stood at the end of a station table with Bron standing in front of her. His pants were down and his 10 inch bull dick was jutting out towards her lips. "MMngh!" standing upright she was at eye level with his crotch. Her tongue probed his urethra as she held his cock in both hands, firmly stroking him as he rested his hand on her head.
His head rolled back as he grinned broadly. "MMgh-mmn-mman-mwaaah!!" she slid down his pink shaft like it was a hotdog, salivating over his girth as it twitched openly.
"You like sucking on that big bull dick don't you?"
She slid up to his tip, pressing her lips to it as she slurped noisily, "MMGN-slurp! Mawaaah…" she slowly slid her tongue against it. "Haa… what can I say? I like beef." She said flatly as he laughed. "Ahh…"
She tried valiantly, but if she went any deeper on Bron's big dick she was going to unhinge her jaw. Barely going two or three inches down as she bobbed her head, her hands wildly pumping on him as if she was trying to milk him… appropriate all things considered.
"Ugh! UUugh…" he groaned, bucking subtle as she gagged on it. The head hitting the back of her throat as she gulped.
"Guck! Gack!" saliva shot down his shaft from her lips like a shotgun blast as he trembled between her tight mouth but she didn't stop, gazing her blue eyes up at him as saliva dribbled down from her lips, dripping onto her forge apron-covered breasts.
His other three-fingered hand went to her right breast, squeezing it firmly as she moaned around his cock. "MMMN! MMN! MMN!"
"Come on get them out…" he hissed softly, as if afraid someone would catch them which… sort of already happened. "I'll cum quicker."
She popped off his dick. Stroking him as his tip oozed pre-cum on her cheek. "Well maybe I don't WANT you to cum yet." She replied bitterly.
"You want to keep sucking on my bull dick?" he grinned cheerily, "I'm cool with that." he replied rubbing her red hair as her eye twitched.
"…UGH." She let go of his girth, letting it rest on her pretty face as she undid, unbuckled, and unclicked multiple latches and buttons on her body. The apron fell away and her… VERY large breasts bounced free.
"Ancestors look at those! You're bigger than most tauren girls!" his cock became a fleshy rod of steel as she cupped her breasts. Her large areole and hardened nipples were covered by her hands as she wrapped them around his girth, barely smoothing his trembling bull dick as she began to jerk her head back and forth, sucking on his tip as her breasts rubbed up and down.
"Mmng-mmn-mmn-mmn…" he moved his hands from her head to her braids, gripping them tightly and pulling her further and further down his cock. "MGH! MGH! MGH! MMGNH!!" she pushed her huge breasts hard together, molding it around his cock...
…She probably could've MADE a mold of his cock using her breasts.
"UUgh. UGH!" he groaned, pushing his tip into her mouth.
"Mmgh-mmn-MMGH?! MMGH!" she growled up at him, but his tip bulged between her lips. Her throat bulged as she gulped and gulped and gulped, squeezing her breasts so tightly around him they completely covered him. "MMMn…" she glared up at him his cock seemed to shrink until in vanished in the valley of her cleavage.
She glared up at him, removing her hands as her tits dropped onto her chest and a big blue bubble popped from her lips. She turned her head abruptly and spat the gum accurately into a nearby furnace where it briefly sizzled. "I liked that piece."
"I like this piece." He grinned, lifting her up and dropping her on the station. On her hands and knees, he swatted her wide ass cheeks. Before pushing her down, and tugging down her pants. "I'll help you feel better.
"NNGh!"
His wide cow tongue slid across her fire-crotch, she gasped and… actually she was REALLY hot. Her body was small and rather stocky but she was oddly flexible, her butt arched up with her head but her back shot down like she was doing yoga. "Haa-aah!" her tongue lolled erotically from her mouth as her eyes went wide.
Bron buried his face into her from behind as his tongue spread her and pleased her. She squirmed and thrash as he pulled away grinning, before smacking his limp meat between her plump cheeks, "You act like a cold angry bear but you purr like a kitten once you get going!" he grinned as her ass cheeks wobbled subtly, she whimpered as he grinded between her cheeks, the pushed into her from behind.
"Haa-ahh-AH-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!"
I couldn't look away as she took the entirety of Bron's bull dick. Rocking wildly back and forth, actually sliding on the station with the force of his thrusting shaft. She was a very elastic girl, I think I almost saw him slam through her stomach onto the station.
"UGH! Ugh! Ugh! NNGH!!" he fell onto her.
"Haa-aah-wait a little longeerrr!" she growled, shaking as he bucked on her, going still. He slammed his fist on the station top as she clenched her teeth, shaking as cum oozed out of her regardless of the fact that he's already stuffed her with cock.
There was a satisfyingly wet pop as Bron pulled out of her. Like an unclogged faucet more cum flooded out of her as she flopped onto the station, shaking and shivering. Her hands pawed the countertop, her shoes scrapping on it as she finally managed to push himself up. She glared at him over her shoulder, half-dressed and very annoyed.
He pulled his pants up and smacked her ass cheeks lightly as her nose scrunched up slightly like she smelled something weird. "See you next time for tutoring?"
"I don't know…" she grumbled, hopping off the station and eyeing the cum covered table, "It seems you're not learning much…" she scowled grabbing some paper towels, wiping off the cum and tossing them into the fire. "You seem to-mother fucker." She grumbled as Bron just managed to make it to the classroom door. She scowled…
Then looked right at me.
"…Are you done Wildhammer?" I stared as she kicked open the storage door, but all I could really see was her big breasts in my face. "Cause I got shit to do so I'd rather you get off now than make another mess."
"Oh you don't have too."
"…Okay." She said frankly. "Let me rephrase." She said sternly. Grabbing me with her arm, it was knotted and hard muscle, hard to notice that she was so ripped with breasts bigger than my head. "I'm still horny and I heard YOU tagged the wildest girls in school."
"…To be fair that was mostly an accident." I replied as she glared at me.
"Do you want to get laid or not?"
…That's actually a REALLY confusing question for me. But there's an angry, horny, dwarf woman who could probably fold me in half if I said no.
"…O…kay?" I replied as her angry eyes narrowed at me. "I mean yes?"
"…You're the first guy I know who's ever been confused about having sex with me with my tits hanging out."
"I mean yeah do but you've kinda… oh…" she stood me up as blinked down at her.
"…Been a while since I've actually gotten on my knees." She mumbled condescendingly, as my pants unzipped. "Haa… mmngh… MGH?!" on instinct I grabbed her head, furiously pumping into her mouth as I briefly wondered what the hell I was doing. Feeling her breasts bobbing against my legs as she rocked back and forth. "MGH! MMGH! MMNGH! MMGH!!" she gripped then pushed my hips away, gasping as she gazed up at me… and smirked.
"Ha-haa-ha-ha…" she laughed lightly, licking her lips before spitting on my length. "…You know what? It has been a long time since I fucked a guy who wasn't afraid of breaking me…" before opening her mouth, and waiting, as if daring me to do it again.
My dick wobbled towards her lips, bouncing off her top and bottom one as I gripped her braids and pulled her onto my length. "Mmng…" she moaned encouragingly as I began to buck my hips. Her nose bounced off my stomach as she went back and forth. "Mmn-mmn-mmn…"
I don't know what came over me… but I railed against her. Slamming repeatedly against her face as she moaned for more, her tongue swirling around me as I pumped in an out. Her big breasts pressed against my legs as I buried my length into her throat.
"Guck… GLUCK!" she jerked her head, gazing up at me as she held my length like a dog with a bone… she was not letting go.
"Stop-stop STOP!" I hissed, pulling her abruptly off as saliva strings hanging from her mouth to my tip.
"…What? Don't like it?" she teased, drooling slightly onto her cleavage as she rubbed her chest.
"…If we keep doing this I'm going to end up tagging you." I replied, my cock twitching before her as she blinked at it and chuckled.
"You could've tried." She said scornfully but I pushed her abruptly onto her back. "Ha…" and dropped onto her… WOW what has gotten into me? Is it dwarf women? Are all dwarf girls like this? "Ah?" she laughed as I planted my hands on her breasts, and my dick inside her. "Haa-aaah! Ah! Not so… mousey!" she snarled, squirming as I rapidly slapped my hips against her. "Now your… fucking like a dwarf!" she snarled. "NNGH!!" shaking as I continued to mount her, slamming my hips against her as I squeezed her breasts firmly in my hands.
Her face looked read, and with each thrust of my hips, her eyes started to roll up into her red hair. "Ha! HA! AH! AHhh! AHH! AHH!!" she clawed the floor, all of her muscles seemed to tighten. "Yes! YES! YES! YEEES!! NNNGH!!"
She clung to me, and I fell down onto her, we shook hard together as she clenched her teeth in my ear, her hands slamming HARD onto my back and clawing my shirt. "Haa… ah… ahhhh…" she sighed with the pumping of my hips. "…Adopted or not you fuck like a dwarf." She sighed, wiggling beneath me as my hands pressed on her chest… then she rolled me off her. "Haa…" she laughed and slowly sat up. "MMngh… much better." She got to her feet, then eyeing the ground she grabbed my knife.
"…Huh…" she grumbled as I zipped up my pants. She glanced around at the shelves before walking naked towards one of the many, many storage shelves. Opening one, shutting it, and opening the one on top of it… all the while I stared at her big backside.
She pulled out a hide sheath and slipped the knife right in before tossing it at me. I caught it as she walked naked back into the forge. "MMGH…" she sighed, stretching her muscles arms as her big breasts wobbled. "Nothing like being naked in a forge room." She grabbed her clothes reached into her pants pocket and pulling out a stick of gum before tossing it in her mouth.
"Gum?"
"I'm good."
"Cool." She said as she redressed. "…Now you want to help me clean up or stare at my tits?"
I helped her clean up.
The rest of the day went relatively normal. I didn't see a majority of my Azeroth High friends until it was time to go home. Walking outside to find Sybil lounging on the steps of the school and casually reading a magic tome. "Hey." She said without looking up.
"Hey."
"Did you make anything cool?" she asked dismissively, as I showed her the copper knife. "Cool." She said with a rather charming smile. "…Can I have it?" she asked teasingly as I slipped it back into its sheath and into my bag.
"I was going to give it to my dad…" I replied as she chuckled.
"Make me something cool next time." She said going back to her reading as I stared into space for a minute, then I had to ask.
"Am I… cursed?" I asked as she blinked at me.
Her already glowing eyes seemed to flicker. "No."
"…Huh." I guess I'll have to think of some other reason why I keep having sex with hot girls. It's weird. I'm not nearly this popular in Overwatch High.
"…Any reason why you asked that?"
"No… just a weird feeling I have." I replied, before whistling as Sky'ree fwumped down from the sky. "See you tomorrow."
"Not if I can help it." she declared, "I'm summoning Malisis tomorrow." She waved playfully as I waved back, mounted my bird and went home.
Sky'ree landed with significantly better grace when we got home. I got off and inside the house as Sky'ree went back to her roost. I took the knife from my bag. "I'm home Freya!" I shouted as-
"Welcome Back Master." Echoed out of my room as I smiled.
"Dad?"
"Forge!" came Dad's reply as I went to his forge from the inside house door. Dad often forges things when he's bored, shields, hammers, axes, whatever, then donates them. I guess to Azeroth High now that I think about it we go through them like candy during Wargames.
He took off his smokey goggles grinning at me as I held up the knife. "OOooooh!" he dropped his forge hammer and ignored the hunk of metal he was whacking and zoomed over to me. "Look at that! Your first knife. Oooh." He drew it, eyeing it like it was made of gold. He fiddled with the edge on his thumb and grinned. "It's sharp!" he smiled at me. "I'm so proud of you!"
"It's a knife dad…" I replied, unable to do anything else but grin. I'm not going to lie: making Dad happy makes me happy… he's my Dad.
He tapped my chest with the flat of the blade, smiling as he opened his mouth to talk when the outside door, the door in the forge that leads outside, rattled. Someone knocked. He blinked at it as he walked to the door and opened it. Blinking at the stocky redhead outside as a large grey Ram with huge horns bleated.
Dis smiled at my Dad. "Hey. Mr. Wildhammer right? I'm here to tutor Jeremy in forging…"
Dad raised an eyebrow and to his credit stared directly at her eye-level face. Studying her. She was eye-level with dad that's how I knew she wasn't tall for a dwarf. "…Would you hold on for a minute lass?"
"Sure…" POP. She blew a bubble of gum as he shut the door and turned to me. Giggling under his breath like a schoolgirl.
"You brought a girl home! A dwarf girl!" he replied as I blinked at him.
"Dad I've brought girls home before." I replied as he patted my arms happily.
"But you brought a dwarf girl!" he hissed happily.
"Don't make it weird dad…" I replied sadly, but he shoved his forge hammer into my chest as I caught it.
"Do me proud lad!" he chuckled happily, "I'm going to make a sandwich! Maybe watch the game!" he said cheerily. Marching out of his forge into the house as I went to let Dis in.
"Sup." She replied simply, blowing another bubble.
"You're here to tutor me?" I replied suspiciously.
"Yep." She replied, walking in and looking around. "Actual tutoring." She added before smirking knowingly at me and blowing another bubble. POP. "Grumnus Steelshaper is a much harder ass than Mr. Flintfire and he will shave you with your weapon if you turn in junk. So." she smirked at me. "…Come over here…" she stood at the forge. "So I can teach you how to REALLY use your hands."
I sighed and approached her as she smirked knowingly at me. Taking the tongs and tossing the hunk of metal Dad had been messing with and tossing it in the fire. "...And when we're alone Wilderhammer?" she said sternly, before whispering huskily. "You can call me Shortstack."
...I must be cursed. I'll figure it out later. Probably.
End