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Portal Diving

The Tease Who Forgot About the Tail

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Part one of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Since D3, the draenei club for everyone at Wolfenhammer, had opened up to tinies and smaller giantesses with the benefit of the stretch-ease pill, it had gone, simply put, from strength to strength. From drinking to dancing to socialising… Well, there was an awful lot more to do at D3 other than that. The draenei with dicks, as ever, were the main draw – but that was exactly why tinies had been barred from the club before, all for taking on more than they physically could. The D3 owners hardly wanted to hurt anyone, of course.

Others, well… They took things too far and, perhaps, could have been better screened before entering D3, though that was hardly the fault of the owners of the club. Venetia strutted down the street to the club, acting as if she was a lot taller than her five-foot frame, the elf expecting even giantesses to get out of the way for her. Even with the neon and flashing lights of other clubs trying to get attention, hover craft zipping by, she bumped into the ankles of giantesses who didn’t notice her down there and scoffed at them.

“Honestly, could they look where they’re going?”

She shook her head despairingly, as if she was no more than a tiny in a world designed for giantesses trying to get by. A slinky, red dress clung to her body, though it barely seemed enough to cover her breasts, considering it had no shoulders or straps either. It contrasted nicely with her blonde hair, which almost seemed to give her an innocent, pure air. Her matching, crimson heels were what set off the moment perfectly, along with long stockings that caressed her legs with every step and were attached to a suspender belt that kept them up and perfectly in place. Around her neck hung a long, draping necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, which served the purpose, of course, of drawing any curious eyes down towards her breasts: as if they needed a draw for eyes to go to them!

Her heels clacked noisily against the pavement and she strode up past the queuing giantesses and tinies waiting to get into D3, the outside of the club illuminated in blue and purple hues. Maybe, privately, Venetia would have said it looked luxurious, even extravagant, but an elf could not possibly ever think something created by a lesser non-elf was of any value. No, she was just there to stream to her loyal elfie followers and show off, once again, just why elves were and would always be the superior race.

Checking her small, handheld communicator, she set the comments on her livestream to show in a hologram before her, standing only briefly at the front of the VIP line. She’d been gifted a VIP ticket to D3, but the fact that someone had thought she’d actually be interested in hanging out with draenei

“Ah, just you, miss?”

The draenei bouncer stood around twenty-five-feet-tall and smiled down at Venetia. The drone-camera zoomed in on her face and then dropped to her breasts, the livestream comments exploded with a deluge of hearts when the view filled with her boobs. Of course, the elven followers would not be interested in a draenei’s face, but the bouncer’s body could be admired, perhaps from a distance, even if she was a non-elf. And not all elves practised racial superiority, or did so to varying degrees. It was just an attitude, to be fair, that was more prevalent throughout their race.

More than ready to show everyone that there was nothing all that special about D3. The elf set her drone-camera to follow her as she entered the club, flipping her layered, blonde hair back over her shoulder as she entered. She’d had it done up at the salon in a half-up and half-down style that was popular amongst elves, for it had the effect of showing off her ears and made them look longer than if there was a swathe of wavy hair bouncing around them, tapered to that elven point. The point in case, however, was that Venetia didn’t even look at the giantess bouncer as she entered.

“Let’s see what’s up with these draenei,” she said, speaking to the camera as she shot it a crude wink and a look that promised trouble. “I bet none of these disgusting non-elves will be able to live up to my standards, isn’t that right, elfies?”

Venetia strode through the club, taking a stretch-ease pill off a waitress’ tray, once again, without even acknowledging them. Her followers were not interested at all in her interacting with the draenei like that, after all, and she had a plan – oh, she did! After all, she was not there to “fuck” the draenei but had more of a sly trick up her sleeve to show off just who no draenei would ever be smart enough to match up to an elf in any way.

The club thrummed with life, though Venetia, of course, had not looked back to see the glares and stares she had received from those still queuing. Only the drone-camera caught them, briefly, other giantesses and tinies craning their necks to look through the door at her, at the haughty, snobbish elf who had strutted into D3 like she was one of the owners. Only, to those actually in the know, the notion that Venetia ever could have been an owner of D3 was utterly laughable.

“Right, elfies,” she breathed, though the drone-camera was attuned to her and there was no way it wouldn’t pick up her voice, since she had spent more than enough credits on it in the first place for her streaming channel. “Who shall we pick? Not that any of these nasty draenei are ever going to be worthy of an elf, we may as well try to have some fun.”

Venetia licked her lips, scanning the crowd. Ah: her. She’d be perfect. Well, as perfect as any non-elf ever could be for her plan, though Venetia, perhaps, should have realised that being a little kinder when she was not amongst those of her own race would have been a wiser option. But, then again, her viewers would not have got the stream of a lifetime if Venetia had been sensible and that would have very much been a shame indeed…

“Hey, youuuu,” she cooed at her targeted draenei, though Venetia still couldn’t keep the derision out of her voice as she crooked a finger imperiously. “Do you think you can actually do anything worthwhile to service me?”

The staff member, Zusie, smiled and flicked her tail as she turned to Venetia. With a pink hue to her skin, she teetered between purple and pink, sometimes looking more one colour in certain lighting than the other. Her lips bore an easy smile that rose to them without the draenei even thinking about it and she was a popular futa at the club with her fifteen-foot-tall frame. Some would have said she was not too intimidating while others would have just gone for gold and said she was a “damned good time!” – which was hardly to be disputed.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m sure I can help out,” Zusie laughed lightly, though there was only friendliness in her tone and a warmth in her eyes. “Did you have something in mind? Something special you wanted to try out tonight? You’ve taken one of the stretch-ease pills, right?”

“Yeah-yeah,” Venetia said, running the words together and waving her hand dismissively. “Of course I have, who’d be that stupid? No… I want you to fuck me in any way you want!”

Zusie grinned, visibly relaxing as a little tension rolled out of her shoulders.

“Oh, of course, I can do that and so much more for you,” she purred, running a hand down the front of her body, where she was wearing a bra with extra strap detailing across her breasts and across her back, a tight skirt, of course, not hiding her cock at all. “Let me see…”

Zusie’s hand played up the length of her dick, running a finger along the smooth, lightly throbbing flesh as her pink cock played into the attention. But Venetia stopped her before the draenei could take the permission too literally, ahead of what the elf actually wanted. The drone-camera zoomed in on Zusie’s crotch, taking too close of a shot and needing to pan down the length of her dick to get it all in.

“No-no, not like that,” she said, working hard to keep the scoff out of her voice. “You can fuck me…but without using your hands.”

“My hands?”

Zusie visibly blinked at that, pausing. Using her hands, well… She didn’t really think about it too much. They were just there and a part of how she had sex, whether it was to lovingly stroke a partner’s face or to pin them down for such things. Of course, with tinies, it was usually a case of pinning them down and holding them there, using her own grip to make sure she could drive her shaft into them.

But she was willing to try as the elf, who had not introduced herself, hopped up onto a table, covered with a white tablecloth, her dress hiking up. She lewdly spread her legs, showing off to the camera just how the slit running up one leg allowed the fabric to spill sensually to the side, only pulling her matching lingerie to the side. Seemingly, there was no reason for the elf to remove it, but Zusie was more than used to working with unusual partners at D3 – that was part of what made working there as exciting as it was for her.

Venetia grinned and lay back, her legs spread in a V-shape. There was to be no sense of modesty or decency for her, for the elf knew she was gold in the form of an elf. The draenei, or any other race, for that matter, were merely lucky to be allowed in her presence. However, the pink draenei, with all the throbbing, pulsing music of the club and pleased cries of others in the background, simply couldn’t live up to the task. Sure, her cock was hard and she pressed it up between Venetia’s legs to reach her pussy, but any pressure simply pushed Venetia back along the table.

“Oof! Try again!”

Venetia smiled in a way that could have been interpreted as encouraging while the drone-camera captured everything, zooming in on the point where their bodies would have joined. The pink draenei laughed, perhaps a little uncomfortably, and tried again, leaning over Venetia to lean on the table. Whereas the table supported her weight, not even changing her angle and balance helped the draenei out, for any determined pressure from her cock only pushed the elf away. It was not, after all, as if Venetia was going to help her out in any way.

“Oh, that’s a shame…” Venetia clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, mock-disappointed while her heart pounded with glee at their failure. “I’ll try someone else, don’t worry about it.”

Zusie swallowed hard, her tail drooping as the elf sauntered away. Something about that interaction had not sat right with her, but there didn’t seem to be much she could do about it. She exchanged a look with another staff member, Kit, who was closer to twenty-five-feet-tall and, really, more of a challenge for even tinies who had taken the stretch-ease pill. Of course, there was one human who frequently came by to see them who had no problem at all taking Kit’s cock, even if the draenei should have struck terror into the hearts of those wanting to take on such a monster of a dick. But she was a special case and there would likely be few tinies at D3 that night who yearned for the special challenge of Kit’s dick.

“I don’t know what that was about either,” Kit said with a shrug. “Come on, Zusie, let’s go take a break in the back. I’ll take your mind off things…”

The draenei bumped her softly with her hip and Zusie could not help but giggle. Kit pulled the smaller draenei against her side, though it was impossible to ignore the rising bulge of her cock under her own skirt, which was longer and more flowing, even if it only came down to her mid-thighs. It allowed her dick to rise from under it and clearly show off her need, hard and ready to completely and utterly distract Zusie from a small interlude that hadn’t quite gone to plan for anyone.

“Oh, you! You always know how to cheer me up…”

Zusie still leaned into the blue draenei’s touch as they walked away, for the staff, of course, were encouraged to take regular breaks. With how profitable D3 was, it paid well for the owners and levels of management below them to ensure their staff were always very well taken care of. Although there a few draenei were on the floor new to the scene and, well, how some tinies could be more trouble at the club than they were worth.

Venetia, on the other hand, had completely forgotten about Zusie and had not even noticed Kit. She didn’t even know their names and was far too busy swinging her hips for her drone-camera, making sure she had excellent footage to have her editors sort for her later. An elf didn’t at all have to deal with things like that, the boring grunt work that could be the drudgery of others. That simply wasn’t for her.

“We can’t give up yet, elfies,” Venetia told her viewers, shaking her head as if she was already disappointed at the efforts of the draenei in the club – which, honestly, she was. “We’ve got to try! There may yet be someone who can somewhat make an elf moan…”

She didn’t believe that and never would. That was why she made an agile leap onto a chair that was sized for her, which was a mean feat indeed considering the height of her heels. But she had to get up a little higher to catch the attention of an eighteen-foot-tall draenei giantess who was laughing with her neck tendrils twisting with glee. She had her head thrown back and, to someone else, may have been a beauty in blue, her lips painted a lighter shade that reacted to the shift in lighting in the club, drawing attention to them. Maybe painted lips with such a gleam, picture-perfect, were just another lure to get tinies down her throat, but that would not happen to Venetia, oh no.

“Hey, you! Aren’t you going to show me that big dick of yours?”

Her words came out more clipped and shorter than Venetia had intended them to be, but she didn’t like being ignored. Being the centre of attention suited her best and she had never stayed all that long in any situation where she could not have all eyes on her. All in a good way, for Venetia, of course.

Venetia licked her lips as the draenei turned on her. If the draenei, with teal skin and a hand casually sweeping her thong to the side, allowing her cock to swell from where it was otherwise cutely concealed, had been an elf, Venetia might actually have genuinely liked her. However, that wasn’t an option, even if the draenei had rather nice, muscular thighs too…

“Hey, cutie, got quite a mouth on you, haven’t you?” The draenei, Melanie, purred, licking her lips, though it was more in a seductive manner than in the sense she was hungry, as could have been the case. “I can help with that… Do you like what you see?”

Showing off her cock, Melanie chuckled throatily, her voice dropping, easily slipping into her role. A good fuck would take the edge off her that night, though she had only just been mingling with the crowd. The night, in a way, had only just been getting started. There was something about the elf she could not quite put her finger on, but it made her neck tendrils curl and twist uncomfortably.

“Sure, you can keep my mouth shut,” Venetia said, unable to keep a snicker from her own lips. “If you can fuck me without using your hands, you can do whatever you want to me.”

Melanie paused but only briefly. She stood before the elf, her cock a little higher than Venetia’s mouth while the elf was standing on the chair. It was easy enough to bend her knees just a little to get her dick at exactly the right height for her “willing” partner, but that was as far as it went. She hesitated, blood running hot in all the wrong way, rolling her hips forward even if she already knew the outcome.

“This… Is this a game you play?”

Melanie didn’t like being put on the wrong “hoof,” so to speak, usually knowing exactly how things at the club were going to go. After all, the giantess had worked there for long enough. Having more tinies in after the change in procedure made things a little different, but the stretch-ease pills generally took care of any difficulty in that regard.

The elf, on the other hand, smirked at her and there seemed to be disgust on her face too, as if she was struggling not to turn her head away as Melanie pushed her cock up to her lips. She’d thought that was what the elf wanted, but she couldn’t reach for her, to hold her in place while she tried to get every inch of her cock down Venetia’s face.

“Ergh,” Venetia shuddered and waved her off, Melanie taking a confused step back as consent had been clearly withdrawn. “No, no… Isn’t there anyone here who can fuck me?”

So it was that Venetia sauntered off again, her views sending message after message, pointing out other draenei in the club for her to try her luck with. Some of her viewers wanted Venetia to succeed in finding a draenei who could actually fuck her with the criteria the elf had laid out for them, but there were others too who wanted to see the draenei fail. Not everyone, after all, was happy about how well D3 was doing…

She tried another draenei, leaning over the back of a chair at entirely the wrong height for the twelve-foot draenei to fuck her. That could have given the giantess enough leverage to grind into her, if Venetia had braced at all against the chair. As it was, every thrust, whether smooth or rough, bounced off Venetia while the elf wriggled, making the futa draenei’s job harder than ever.

When that didn’t work, of course, she went off to another two, who perhaps could have used her if they had been allowed a moment in which to think it all through. She sprawled out on a raised dais flooded with comfortable pillows, on her back with her legs spread and her arms thrown back over her head. In such a position, two blue-skinned draenei staff members could loom over her, evenly matched in height at around sixteen-feet-tall and with their dicks at the right level to push into her pussy and her mouth at the same time.

That was, of course, if they’d even been able to pin the elf in place to push into her. Venetia didn’t help them, but neither did she hinder them, considering she knew they were going to fail anyway. Her face twisted in revulsion whenever the draenei touched her and, briefly, she wondered if that was a selling point for her stream or not. It was a tough call she’d made to head to D3 to show off how much better elves were, but it still put her in the kind of position she was personally uncomfortable with. She didn’t want them touching her, let alone actually penetrating her…

She squirmed away, hardly giving the draenei a chance to stuff her with their cocks, for they might have been able to pin her between one another if they’d been swifter about it. Alas, Venetia’s distaste of them won out and she strutted away, her blonde hair bouncing behind her as she put a swing into her step. It was just enough to draw the eye down to her tight, firm ass and how the dress hugged it even then. She’d tugged it back into place not a moment too soon, for she wasn’t about to show off her body in a way she wasn’t ready for.

However, Venetia did not go unnoticed. Diana eyed her from a distance, though it was unusual for a tiny like her to draw her attention in that manner. There was only one blonde tiny who had ever really been anything to her and she would have given a lot to have that cute little thing there with her right then.

She could have shown her up. Easily.

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Diana, one of three owners of D3, sat comfortably, in a deep purple chair with golden arms, curved lightly so she could rest her forearms and elbows on it comfortably. Her tail draped to the side of her legs, with the tip curling faintly off the edge of the firm but luxurious plush seat, dressed in a dress with a plunging neckline. Of course, that was Diana’s usual style, as she always liked to have something that was easy to remove or adjust when she found a partner she wanted to spend time with. Unlike many of the draenei at the club, despite what D3 was known for, she had no cock to speak of, female rather than intersex like Dominika and Dalia.

It would have been hard to judge her height while she was seated, but Diana stood at thirty-feet-tall and narrowed her eyes a little as she followed the elf’s path through the club. Someone tried to get her attention, but she murmured to them, her soft voice encouraging them to listen closely rather than as her to raise her volume. She had a way of drawing others in, whether they were her employees, friends or complete strangers, making others lean in to her, bringing them into her orbit.

Yet her neck tendrils curled and she took a breath in through her nostrils. The elf… Well, she wasn’t the kind of clientele any of them wanted to have at D3. She was a troublemaker, someone who was just there to show others up and neither did Diana like that she was making her staff members feel bad. In addition to that, she was taking them away from the job they enjoyed, other customers too. That wasn’t what D3 was all about.

However, Diana watched the elf saunter up to the pole dancing platforms, where a particular owner of D3 was dancing. Dominika, standing at twenty-two-feet, used her tail to curl around the pole, though it was no surprise at all that the draenei was naked. The blue-skinned draenei grinned at her crowd as she showed off, letting her naked body be all the draw required. After all, it was her club and she could go around letting her cock and breasts show as much as she liked.

That was not all Dominika showed off as she hooked her leg and her arm around the pole with a little velocity, spinning around and around the pole as she controlled her descent to the stage. The lights glanced off her skin and yet they could never own her, not even in a moment like that when she took in a deep breath, breasts rising while the crowd cheered and tips rained down. Some were physical, material coin and notes landing on the stage – but they were out of vogue with the credit system on Wolfenhammer. Observers could tip by scanning the tip stations set up around her stage with their communicators, transferring credits directly to her.

“That’s right, ladies,” she said, landing on the stage in her stripper heels (at least, that was what Dominika called them) and doing a slow turn to address every one of her adoring onlookers at once. “The more you tip, the bigger the tricks get. And you like it big, don’t you?”

The roar of the crowd was all the answer she needed, though Dominika was mildly pleased to see it looked like the noise-dampening tech they’d ordered to better separate out zones of the club was working well. Sometimes, when one area was particularly rowdy in the main, bustling thoroughfare, it could make it even harder to hear others speak. Dominika cared for consent as far as it benefitted the club, but it was Diana and Dalia who kept her on track in that regard.

So, they needed to have ways in which they could separate out the different areas of D3, from the bar to the dance floor to the pole dancing stages. They were even trialling quieter rooms where people would be able to book private dancers and fun, though additional security had been brought in to ensure their employees were always looked after and, above all, safe. With the draw of so many tinies wanting to take big draenei dicks, however, the risk was, admittedly, on the lower side.

“Hey, you!”

Dominika ignored her. No, that wasn’t something she had to pay attention to, though her tail subtly twitched in annoyance. She’d already caught on to the elf stalking through the club, but such a little thing would not find any prey there. The elf, who looked to be bothering her staff members, was altogether too small to cause any real trouble, but that did not mean at all she couldn’t disrupt the experience of others at the club.

That meant less money: less customer satisfaction. And, in Dominika’s case, it meant an awful lot less fun for her. That wasn’t something she was at all willing to abide.

Venetia frowned and turned to another, a twenty-foot-tall draenei swinging by the stage with a tray full of drinks and a second of stretch-ease pills clasped by her tail. With a slight adjustment to the handles, such things could be easily altered for draenei to use their extra appendage to carry things like that levelly and easily.

“Come on, surely you can live up to the hype of the great and wonderful D3?” She cajoled, the draenei smiling and dispersing the drinks amongst the waiting ladies with smooth ease. “Come on… Come fuck me without your hands and I’ll show you just what a ride an elf can be!”

“Ah-ah, I don’t think that’s quite who you’re looking for.”

Dominika stood on the stage, her legs slightly apart, heels sharply pointed into the stage like they were trying to stab their way through it. She took a deep breath and licked her lips, though that did what it needed to in drawing the elf’s eyes to her boobs. There was a lot of Dominika to enjoy – so much so that her cock had been out for the whole performance, mostly hard and riling up the crowd. Yet they had still looked to other parts of her body, like her ass and her tits, driven into a lustful frenzy by all the futa draenei could deliver.

Venetia turned to her. That draenei had been in a lot of ads for the club – ah, Dominika, one of the owners! – and she grinned subtly, the corners of her lips turning up slightly. However, the elf held it back, casting her hovering drone-camera a knowing, secretive look instead. Oh, she had something good planned indeed! If she could thwart the will of one of the D3 owners, she would show draenei up in even more ways than she had planned.

“No?” Venetia grinned and half-shrugged. “Then what do you think I’m looking for?”

Her eyes landed on Dominika’s cock and she expressed a shudder, letting it roll through her.

“I don’t think you or your hung employees can do what I want,” she said, sniffing in a deliberately haughty fashion. “How can D3 be at all anything of a club, let alone one anyone is flocking to, when they can’t even fuck their clientele?”

She laughed derisively. There was no way she could fail there, for the draenei had all lost to her little game so far. But Dominika looked her over calculatingly, always ever so cocky as if she thought she was better than everyone else. It was really that kind of attitude that made her blood boil.

“Come here, I’ll show you just what my draenei, and I, am good for. What is your name?”

Dominika grinned and stroked her cock, letting it throb into her touch. Anyone else would have been thrilled to get the chance to have sex with her – hell, she’d already been lining up more clients to spend time with later that night – but the elf didn’t move. Something dark and repulsed crossed the elf’s face and she steadied herself, filing that away for further information.

The elf scowled.

“Venetia.”

But the elf could not be allowed to harass her customers or bother her staff for a single moment more.

Elves can be like that… Though I’d hoped this one would be different.

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Raising her eyes, she caught Diana’s expression from across the room and their gazes met. It was clear the taller draenei had caught on to the same thing she had, but they were in agreement there. Diana mouthed the words to her, though Dominika didn’t even really need her to do that.

Troublemaker. She’s a troublemaker.

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Dominika took a breath. Oh, it was going to be fun to take advantage of that one! In that case, it was absolutely deserved.

“You can fuck me, do anything you want to me,” Venetia boasted, strutting all the way up to the edge of the stage as the crowd parted before her, as was right for them to do. “But you can’t use your hands. Is that clear…Dominika?”

She wanted to use another word, honestly, but even the elf understood when to keep some things to herself. She posed, a hand on her hips, the space around her cleared a little even in the busy, attractive pole dancing area. Commanding the club, she grinned, hiding her smirk. That would come later, when she could put all her cards on the table – but even Dominika understood when she needed to hold them back, in her hand, just for a little longer. And the draenei only gambled in games where she intended to win.

“Deal.”

Continued in part two of three…