A Collection of Norrathian Homo-Erotica and other Fetishes

[skarlorn]

Part II - Gnome Smut

Nibblewitz left his humble basement apartment and went out onto the streets of Ak'Anon. Though he was a level 60 Epic Wizard with a Rend Robe and Conflag Staff, he had never developed a taste for luxury. He liked his simple basement dwelling.

Nibblewitz sniffed the air. It smelled of lubricants and gnome sweat. Most gnomes were wearing a light sheen of petroleum jelly - not only was it fashionable, but it also made it harder for the very mean big baddies outside the city to catch them. Furthermore, petroleum based products were POTENT aphrodisiacs for gnomes. Perfect. It was the right sort of night for what Nibblewitz needed to do.

Nibblewitz needed to get laid. He went to the bar and ordered a Salty Mule and kicked it back. Then, he saw his mark. A male gnome cleric wearing full Ethereal Mist plate. The cleric sat at a table with a gnomish female wearing a black robe. Probably just a peasant.

Nibblewitz sauntered over and pointed at the chair where the woman sat. "May I?" He asked the cleric.

"Um, that seat is occupied," the cleric squeaked.

Nibblewitz held out his hand and - FLASH - bright red lightning surrounded the gnomish woman in a circle and evaporated her. He sat on the seat.

"I am Nibblewitz Fizzlebean, perhaps you've heard of me."

The cleric's jaw dropped. "THE Nibblewitz? Who invented the spell: Tears of Salt?"

Nibblewitz nodded. "What's your name, pal?"

"I am named Frodo."

For a moment, Nibblewitz almost sent a petition for this violation of naming conventions. But he stopped. It wouldn't matter after he had accomplished his mission. He needed to FUCK this gnome.

He sat and drank with Frodo, regaling the cleric with the story of how he, Nibblewitz, singlehandedly destroyed the Class R rotation that the God Emperor Rogean had put in place. Nibblewitz cackled with glee and sprung a massive (relative) erection as he recounted the Gorenaire gateway mob proposition.

Frodo's eyes widened when he saw Nibblewitz's huge (tiny) penis bulge against his robes.

Nibblewitz leaned over, touching Frodo's hand. "Shall we take this elsewhere... I can... open my Fay Gate for u."

Frodo blinked, then recoiled. "I-- I'm not gay!" he said quietly but forcefully.

Nibble laughed, head tilted back. "And I'm not Nibblewitz!"

Frodo looked from side to side. He stood up. "I'm going to ... go..."

Suddenly, the wizard seized Frodo's hand with a sweaty, eager grip. "Come on, Frodo. You play p99 Everquest. Everyone here is gay, bi, or trans."

The cleric was not convinced.

Nibblewitz leaned in, licked his lips, and then whispered, "I'll let you touch my Fizzlebean."

Frodo chirped. Then nodded.

They left the bar together.