M.C. Kraken's Monstergirl McDonalds: Part 2

A popular piece from last time so not surprised when this one jumped to the top of the polls. Bringing in the restaurant’s goblins, gorgon, and centaur to fulfill some old fans’ urges. I’d been wanting to bring goblins back for something since I felt like I’d been skimping on them a little. Gorgons I never used too much and wanted to rope them back in. Really getting into how their hair works and how pretty impossible they are despite my breaking down their logic. With gorgons in particular, there’s just no good way to explain them logically… so I don’t and have fun.

The centaur segment is a mix of a few things. Centaurs have been around, mostly as a joke tool in the setting since it’s hard to get them in sexy situations. I think once I had someone watch a porn in-setting where a halfling dommed on into pony play for a few sentences. In keeping with this storyline, Skye’s a lazy dom who doesn’t care if a human wants to use her goods given their massive difference in genital sizes. So her customer’s very loosely based on someone I’ve actually talked to about the idea; having a normal-to-large dick but being aroused by penis humiliation. I’m sure there’s easier ways you could go about this, but if you can find a goth centaur femdom who will laugh at your penis and that’s your thing, I guess go for it. 

Sitting in the back of The M.C. Kraken’s on Hunch Boulevard, two female goblins sat together. They were in their uniforms of black slacks and red vests with messy old t-shirts on underneath. They shared a box of chicken nuggets and a set of earbuds, the music blasting loud enough to be heard a few tables over as they rocked their heads in slow, synchronized head bangs.

Ratch and Raddle were given a lot of slack on their job, not that this particular fast food place staffed by uncaring goths were that hard on anyone on their staff. The curvy little shortstacks weren’t classy or responsible enough to work at Stackers, even if they had the figures for it. They were happy to settle for this job, scampering around the restaurant doing the easy tasks nobody else wanted to. Some people weren’t happy to coexist with goblins in the beginning, but even if they weren’t into their hypersexual and playful personalities, they had to admit that they filled a lot of dirty jobs.

Ratch and Raddle were the ones everyone called on to mop the floors, clean the bathrooms, clear the tables, and dispose of the leftover or expired food. They saved the company some money on waste by acting like living recycling centers, drinking the leftover cooking oil or quickly cleaning up/eating a spilled cup of chili. They were always happy to clean up after a customer, since goblins were natural scavengers. They had evolved to live off grubs, moldy fruit and dumpster diving, so some room-temperature, half-eaten burger leftovers were still delicious to the greenskins.

They were both short and green with scrawny arms like most goblins. Ratch was the thicker of the two, a subtle paunch sticking out from beneath her shirt and over her slacks. She still had a wide, plump chest to make up for it, blocking most peoples’ view of her stomach when they looked down from above. Her bright red hair had some black streaks dyed into it, the middle of which was swept up into a mohawk. Her especially broad, bat-like ears were lined with several studs and made for an easy fit with her half of the earbuds.

Raddle was skinny for a goblin, which meant she only had a bubble butt and some round C-cups that still looked huge on her little body. Long pink hair was left hanging straight down to her hips, her long and narrow ears poking from the depths of the colorful locks. She kept it parted to either side to leave her face clear, showing off the pair of rings in her broad pointed nose and the deep black lipstick and eyeliner drawn carefully across her sharp features.

“This shit’s so deep,” Raddle said as she nodded along with the music coming from her phone. Her voice came with a slight curl of the New Zealand accent she’d picked up from her parents.

“Yea,” Ratch agreed lowly. “Takes a vampire to really understand death, right?”

“Yea… but she ruined Nightflight when she left the band.”

“Fuck ‘em. Half of Nightflight were sellouts.”

“Darkfuck’s Grave are the real deal though.” 

“Helllll yes.” 

They finished up their nuggets and looked back over the lobby. There were a few spots they could sweep up, but it was mostly left intact. AJ (their resident, grimly scowling mermaid) was restocking the condiments by recklessly dumping the case of ketchup packets out and calling it a day. Peggy the burly and tattooed minotaur dragged out the trash, lifting the whole set of cans along with her rather than bothering with the bags. What really caught their attention was when Dawn the gorgon passed a husky ogre customer his tray with a swollen-looking wrapper.

“Get a gander at that, Ratch!” Rattle urged, swatting her friend in the arm. “Izzat an Ark?”

“Fuck me that is! We gotta get in on this!”

Ratch hastily paused their playlist and hurried off after the leathery-skinned ogre as he sat at his booth. The girls were too small for the large-sized booths, so they climbed into the seats and leaned over the table’s edge, resting their boobs on the tabletop.

“Hey there, bones!” Raddle said cheerily. “Orderin’ an arc, eh?”

“Yup. Treat myself once in a while,” the massive man replied casually.

He smiled at them pleasantly, with ogres far more big and strong than they were aggressive by nature. He unwrapped his sandwich, revealing the similarly huge meal. It was technically off the menu, but depending on which Kraken’s you went to, they were usually willing to make it. The absolute lack of standards to this particular location meant it was easy enough to order the meme of a sandwich. It had a piece of every meat on their menu tossed onto several fused together rolls to closer resemble a hoagie instead of a burger.

“Can we get a bite?” Ratch asked eagerly. The ogre raised a bushy eyebrow at that.

“Yea. One fer each,” Raddle seconded.

“I mean I just bought this. Can’t you get your own?”

“We’re cut off,” Ratch explained.

“You’re what?”

“And they’re expensive,” Raddle added. “But mostly cuz the boss limits us to one a week. Otherwise we start runnin’ out of meat. So we’ll totally jump your dick for a bite.”

“Say what now?”

“Her accent’s not that bad! So can we have some or not?” Ratch demanded more impatiently.

“Sssssure,” the ogre said warily. “Can I at least eat while you do it? I don’t want it getting’ cold.”

“Fuck if we care. Just leave us an inch or two,” Ratch shrugged as she ducked under the table.

“Preferably in the middle,” Raddle added as she followed her coworker. “That’s where they leave all the sausages.”

“So you enjoy your twelve incher while we do the same!” Ratch chirped as she undid the customer’s thick belt.

The ogre was easily twice there size, but that had never stopped a goblin before. Out of fairness, his dick was only half the size of their entire bodies, so it all worked out as far as Ratch and Raddle were concerned.

The massive log of a cock dropped out of his pants under the table and the horny shortstacks were already drooling from the promise of another meal. With a hungry slurp, Raddle shoved her face into the customer’s sack and barely managed to fit one of his balls in her mouth. The ogre gave a low, appreciative grunt as Ratch climbed up one of his legs and wrapped both hand around his girthy shaft, her fingers barely meeting on the other end.

“Always lookin’ for another mouthful,” Ratch purred, taking a long lick of the enormous shaft. Her relatively tiny mouth left kisses and slurps all over it, the stream of her drool running down to Raddle. Her friend’s spit and the customer’s precum pooled around his thick balls as the long-haired goblin slurped up the combination of the two.

“I can feel the potion’ behind these bloody seed sacks,” Raddle purred, removing her mouth and kneading the wet and musky sack in her hands.

“And I could chip a fang on this chunk hammer!” Ratch chimed. “Didja know Aussie goblins call ‘em seed sacks instead of seeders or dunkers? Crazy place, eh?”

“I’m from New Zealand!” Raddle snapped. “Completely different country.”

“You were born over here!”

“I still picked up the accent! That ain’t kiwi enough for ya!?”

“Kiwi she says,” Ratch snickered, shaking her head as she glanced up at the ogre she was stroking off. “The words goblins come up with, huh, bro?”

“It’s a New Zealand word!” Raddle snapped.

“Could you two just uh…?” the ogre prompted, planting one of his large hands against Ratch’s back to press her back into his cock.

“Oh yea! Yea! Ratch? Shirt.”

Ratch yanked her vest and shirt off over her mohawk and tossed it to her teammate. She did the same and piled up their discarded uniforms and band shirts on the other side of the booth as they climbed up into his lap. The girls dragged their plump breasts up the length of his cock as they settled on either side of it. They couldn’t fit it between their cleavage but they could steady it by pressing their racks against it.

“I got toppers,” Raddle decided as she casually wriggled out of her pants. The naked goblin climbed her way to the top of his cock and awkwardly straddled it, taking some squirming and pushing her hands and back against the bottom of the table before she managed to pop him inside her. The pink-haired goblin gave a deep, husky purr as the meaty head shoved its way inside her.

“Oooooh~! There it is,” Raddle groaned as she started to grind on top of it. “That’s a proper bean-crusher.”

“Right behind ya,” Ratch added as she stripped down, leaving her underwear on as she sat in the ogre’s lap. She sat facing him as she wrapped her thighs around his shaft. She squeezed her legs together, rubbing him off while she ground her hips against the front. His cock was too big for even the stretchiest goblin to fit inside, but the the two of them grinding on his dick were close enough to taking the whole thing. Ratch’s butt kept bouncing against his balls, rhythmically drumming against them with her soft booty to urge the cum out of him. Combined with the fat cockhead more than filling Raddle’s tight and sloppy pussy, he wasn’t lasting long.

“C’mon, c’mon. Empty that snack sack,” Ratch ordered. Raddle was quick to join in on the impatient nagging.

“Yea, we’re getting’ hungry down ‘ere. So spill your knackers so we can clean it up already.”

“Yea! She’ll even catch some of it. Won’tcha, Rad?”

Ratch slapped Raddle on the ass, getting her rubbery body to jiggle on top of the ogre’s dick. The extra vibration around the tight fit got him to grunt hard, thrusting up hard enough to push Raddle against the bottom of the table. His jizz shot inside her and quickly spilled out, running down his shaft so Ratch could rapidly slurp up the runoff.

“Mm~! S’about time. Past me to the ceilin’, why don’tcha?” Raddle grunted as she gripped his cock between her feet to stay steady. “My catcher was gettin’ dry as a bog down there.”

“I always thought ogre sauce was tastier than that,” Ratch noted dismissively. She ran her tongue along his shaft all the same to clean up another streak.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” the ogre asked quizzically.

“Not important! Gimme the sammich so we can get back to our music!” Ratch corrected.

“She always wants to listen to Bleakened after she does this,” Raddle explained as she popped herself off her customer. She pulled on her pants while blindly feeling around the tabletop until the customer slid her their pieces of his sandwich.

---

“Hey, I don’t wanna make a big deal,” an orc said, nodding towards a table. “But you guys have naked goblins under one of your tables.”

Raven barely had to look up. The dark-feathered harpy glanced up for a half second from where she’d been nodding off.

“Oh yea. The scavengers are at it again,” she noted calmly. “They’re fine. What’ya want?”

As she helped the orc, Dawn worked next to her. The green-skinned gorgon left her phone on the counter, clearly distracted as she flicked or tapped it whenever she had so much as a spare second. She even undid and shook out her ponytail, freeing up her snake-like hair. The pierced appendages plucked up bills and credit cards from customers in their mouths, doing half the work for her.

“Does that hurt?”

“Hm?”

Dawn looked up from her work, the shapely gorgon’s figure was put off by the intense metal studs in each piece of her hair and the ruby glasses tinted her eyes on top of her black eyeliner and lipstick.

“Your hair, I mean,” an elven boy asked, indicating her snakes with his eyes.

“Oh. Only when they bite,” Dawn answered lazily.

“I mean when they got pierced.”

“Life is pain, my friend. Get used to it.” Dawn had a way with words when it came to sounding especially grim. “That’ll be nine seventy.”

The dark gorgon plucked up his debit card between one of her snake’s fangs and swiped it through the machine.

“So can I get some special customer service?” the elf asked with a curious raise of his eyebrows. Most of the locals knew all about how their particular Kraken’s operated behind the scenes.

“I’m seeing my boyfriend tonight,” Dawn answered in her usual apathetic tone.

“I’ve got thirty bucks…”

Dawn’s expression remained bland as ever, but he had to notice how her snakes perked up as if they sensed some prey nearby. Gorgons didn’t always have the best control over their hair, tending to react to their subconscious very easily.

“Maybe…” she muttered, pursing her dark lips. “But you can’t leave a mess though.”

“Okay. How do we do that?”

Dawn sighed heavily and thought for a moment. She grabbed his order and slid it over to him.

“Bathroom in five minutes so I can clear out the line. I can always just wash my hair later…” The gorgon gave him a warning scowl.

“Just no eye contact.”

---

Back in one of the men’s room stalls, Dawn was on her knees counting off her bills. The elf dropped his skinny jeans and one of the goth’s snakes reached out, coiling around his cock and squeezing. While not the most delicate appendage, her tentacle-like hair squeezed and stroked him off while she messed around on her phone.

“Oh that feels weird,” the elf shuddered as her tendril tugged on him. “Good weird though.”

“It’s fine. I promise I’ll watch the teeth,” Dawn noted casually as she took out her phone. 

She barely had to keep the corner of her eye on him to keep her snake hair stroking. One of the others blindly rubbed and nuzzled against his hardon. She could only vaguely even feel anything through them anyway, so she hardly noticed the dick sitting a few inches away from her face. They just naturally probed and tugged at his dick on their own, not very strong but with a tight grip.

The multiple stroking appendages clenching and loosening around him quickly got the elf leaking his pre into her snakes. That only lubricated them as they slithered over his rod more smoothly and intently.

“Come on, guys,” Dawn sighed, no matter how excited her snakes seemed to be. “Don’t roll around in it or it’s going to take all night to come out.”

Her seemingly two-faced response continued as her snakes wound around the elf’s hardon, their tongues flicking out against it to gently lick it from all sides. He gasped and started to hump harder when one of the larger serpentine tendrils opened up its mouth. Before the horny customer could do so much as squeak in dread, the other snakes retreated and it folded back its fangs, swallowing his cock down its shallow throat. It was still big enough to handle an elf dick, at least. The customer’s shaft had an extra tight feeling from the small opening as the piercing going through it slid against him like he was fucking a girl with a clit stud.

“Don’t be a pussy. The teeth fold back and it can’t even swallow if it wanted to. Their throats are as shallow as a guillotine’s basket.”

“W-what? Shit… oh fuck…”

“Yea, I was just typing up some poetry while you were doing your whatever up there,” Gale said, holding up the text document on her phone with the red text on black background.

“I was about to send it to my boyfriend but I wanted to run that line past you while your dick was in my other mouth. I keep losing track of the rhyme scheme with you humping me like that.”

Something about that triggered the elf as he started to reach for her hair. He hesitated just in time as the snakes perked up and aimed at him, grabbing the stall wall instead as he nutted inside her snake. The others make some effort to lap up his leaking load but not much of it could fit inside the smaller sets of mouths. Gale sighed and grabbed a handful of toilet paper, starting to wipe up his mess as her snakes parted to let her through.

“Didn’t know you were going to let out this much of a mess. I’m going to have to scrub down my precious babies like hell before I see Roland.”

“Okay, can we not talk about-?”

Dawn glanced up and he instantly shut up. She gave an exasperated sigh at the statue of an elf.

“Dammit,” she groaned wearily. “I told you no eye contact, bro.”

It wasn’t even a matter of shame or dignity about the deed. She and Roy had an open relationship, even sending him selfies of her in the act once in a while when she wanted to really wind him up. It got him jealous in a way that fired him up when they met up next in this intense way she really enjoyed.

There was always the gorgon gaze to worry about, and the tinted glasses handled most of that but it was never 100%. Dawn finished tidying herself up as best she could before going back to the stoned elf and biting into him with one of her snakes. The guy suddenly shuddered as the stone returned to flesh and clothes.

“-your boyfriend,” he finished. He looked around at how Dawn had suddenly moved several inches over.

“No eye contact next time,” she reminded him. “Besides, he likes a little competition. Love is not a thing to covet, but to be shared.”

“Was that more poetry?” the elf asked uncertainly as he pulled up his pants.

“Everything is poetry, my friend, if we look hard enough,” Dawn answered grimly. She suddenly shoved him to push him out through the stall door. “Now out of my way. I’m due back on the floor.”

---

“Hey. Can I get your order?” the harpy cashier asked, tossing her dark bangs from her face.

“Hey, is Skye around?” a hopeful customer asked. Raven looked over her register at the awkwardly smiling human.

“She’s in drive thru,” tha avian emo noted. “Did you have an order or not?”

“No, I was just checking if she’s free. That’s ok.”

“I mean that doesn’t mean no. I check with her... I guess. If you want,” the harpy offered.

“Oh. Yea, that’d be great.”

“YO, SKYE! WE GOT ANOTHER HORSE FUCKER!”

Raven’s sudden shout got him to jump. Her words got him to blush.

“Sure. Send ‘em back,” the centaur’s voice replied. Raven just swept a wing dismissively behind her.

“Her booth’s on the left by the lockers,” Raven directed. “Enjoy or whatever.”

The human wove awkwardly between the holstaur and mermaid in the cooking area before he found the furry, light brown rear of a horse poking out from a more isolated area. Some streaks of blue dye ran along the sides to reach her tightly knotted tail. Skye’s hooves clopped against the tile floor as she turned to face him with her highly flexible spine. She rested a hand on where her hip would be on her human body, tossing her bright blue hair and braids across her shoulders. She had the usual red and yellow vest and visor, but she had clearly doodled all over them both in her boredom. A piercing went through her sternly lowered eyebrows and she wore her usual ironically weathered My Little Pony t-shirt.

“Yea? What’s up?”

“Hey, Skye. It’s me again. Glen…”

The centaur shrugged.

“I come by every couple weeks…”

“Mmkay. What’s up?” she repeated curtly.

The human sighed, but he was already getting hard from her dismissive attitude. You definitely didn’t come to M.C. Kraken’s to be coddled.

“I was hoping we could fuck again.” He held up a twenty and Skye briefly sized him up. She snorted and tilted her upper body back to pluck up his bill.

“Whatever you say, lowrider. Not like I’m gonna feel it.”

Glenn shivered from her dismissive attitude. It was just something so confidently cold that it kept him coming back for more. She turned her human half almost completely around as she grabbed him by the arm, pulling him towards her front-half and giving him a firm and invasive kiss. Glenn tensed up as she pushed her tongue down his mouth, forcing the taste of the fries and cheap beer she kept hidden under her register. Her hefty chest pushed its way out between her vest, mashing them into Glenn’s chest before letting him go. The centaur flicked her tail, slapping it against his ass.

“I got a car coming,” she said, pointing up at the blinking light above her. “Do your humie foaling back there all you like, but I gotta pretend to do some work.”

Skye turned back to her service window, addressing her customer with her usual lazy tone (if with a bit more of a smirk). While her top half remained busy with her work, her hooves shifted on the tiles. It got Glenn’s attention enough to look as she raised her tail, spreading her legs enough to expose her thick and meaty pussy.

Humans were popular with many monstergirls for their high population and being among the more hung among the races. Centaurs had them way outclassed in that department, considering they had lower bodies that emulated small horses. Glenn was pretty well-off in that department, but when he had a kink for being humiliated, nobody did it like a centaurian mare.

Glenn swallowed as the mere exposing of her genitalia hit his nose with the strong and musky scent of her equine pussy that overpowered the smell of grease.

With her tail flicking impatiently, he ran his fingers along her deep slit. She was always wet, though that seemed more from her biology than actual excitement to see him. His probing fingers parted her lips with a soft, wet smacking sound as he couldn’t even tell how deep she went. With her looking plenty loose and wet already, he dropped his pants enough to slip his dick inside her.

The loose, warm slit barely gripped his cock, teasing along its edges as he humped inside her. He started out slow and cautious, making sure he was out of sight from her customers. Once nobody seemed about to object, he picked up the pace. He started to ram her hard enough that his hips started to ache from ramming into her heavy behind. Even with him humping with all his might, the four-legged goth’s footing was solid enough on her heavy hooves that she barely even budged. Skye was able to keep talking to her customers without even shaking.

“Double burger and a kid’s combo… anything else?” Skye droned casually. She snickered as the customer said something out of Glenn’s hearing.

“Oh yea. I can definitely hook you up. We’ve got all kinds of small fries in here.” Skye put extra emphasis on the “small fry” part before she laughed to herself, glancing over her shoulder at the desperately humping human. Her tail swing again, the weight of her braids slapping against Glenn’s ass like she was spurring him on rather than the other way around. He moaned and pulled her tail to push himself deeper, even knowing he wouldn’t get anywhere near hitting bottom in the bigger woman.

Skye snickered to herself as Glenn heard her shut her register. “Nevermind. I just felt something tickle back on the pony end,” she said, keeping casual as Glen humped her wetly squishing slit without moving her an inch. His head was swimming as his thrusts stirred up her bittersweet musk even further to invade his nose and brain.

Skye shut her window at last. “Hey, you still back there? Or did you already saddle up and head out?” she jeered mockingly.

“No… still here,” Glenn panted sheepishly in mid-thrust.

“Come on, numbnuts. It’s not a prom date with my pussy. Just get it over with.”

“I will. Just a little… OOF!”

Skye lost her patience and took a few clopping steps back. She pushed her quadrupedal half straight back into him, slamming her flank and pussy back into him. Her much heavier build easily pushed him against the wall behind her, putting her weight on her forelegs to raise and grind her hips rapidly. Being ridden by a centaur wasn’t something everyone got to experience, but it also wasn’t something many people went looking for.

“Come on, shrimp! Your wimpy little humie spunk is just gonna get lost inside me anyway. Go ahead and waste your puny load in some farm-fresh pussy.”

Glenn gave a shuddering sigh as he did as she bossily ordered him to do. He shivered as best he could as he came inside her, her steady body still immovable in the face of his humping.

“Okay, now I know you’re done,” Skye confirmed for herself. She carefully trotted back away from him, dribbling a bit of cum from her slit that hadn’t gone nearly deep enough for her to worry about it. “You humies only got one or two shots in you, right? You wouldn’t survive if I was in a proper studding mood.”

“Yes. Thank you,” he panted softly. “That was really good. Do you… do you need someone to clean you out?”

Skye smirked as she raised an eyebrow at the subby human. She shook her head with a non-committal sigh.

“Only cuz I’m stuck back here for a while more. I’m not gonna waste a bathroom break on your sad little mess. Just make sure you’re out of the hall or I’m gonna get chewed out again.”

Skye stepped back into her drive thru window as Glenn nodded sheepishly. He knelt behind her thick flanks, eating his creampie out of her roomy slit. Skye just slid open her window with the kneeling boy even further out of sight than before.

“Hey, welcome to Kraken’s. How can I satisfy your hunger today?” the droning centaur asked.