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Quality of Life Improvements
🕑 Added 2023-09-22 17:37:51 +0000 UTCAbout the only thing that joins all people of all races together, be it humans, dwarves, gnomes, halflings or sentient vegetables, is the pursuit towards comfort. Of course, the form that comfort took could vary greatly among species, but ultimately, as a whole and not accounting for specific odd individuals, most peoples no matter the width of their shoulders, the fullness of their beards, the color of their skin or the amount of appendages they grew, would chase comfort in their lives.
And for the dwarves of the Stormshelter, so named because the underground community had been literally started as a storm shelter centuries ago, this was absolutely no different. Unfortunately, they were home to one of those weird, outside-the-norm individuals who happened to have different and odd ideas.
Her name was Helga, and she was an inventor.
In her workshop, Helga was hard at work already, as she was early every morning, putting the finishing touches on her latest project. She wore a leather apron, leather gloves, leather boots and a blacksmithing mask, meant to protect her face from the intense heat of the forge. In her hand she held a fire-spewing contraption, seeming to be some sort of hose attached to a metal tip connected to a tank near one of the walls. Her other hand had a pair of tongs, which were holding something that looked like a delicate sculpture of metal, as she poured flames over it.
An astute observer would've noticed that she was wearing only a loincloth under her apron, and that not too far from where she was standing, there was a pair of charred pants and a torn up shirt, both in cotton.
Dwarves, almost as a rule, stood about half the height of humans, some were a little bigger but never by too much. At first sight, male and female dwarves were sometimes thought of as differenet species, since the males were extremely buff musclebound miniature hulks, whereas the females were almost dainty, yet possessed of absolutely enormous breasts and gifted, plentiful behinds, much like Helga's own, shaking slightly as she finished with her work, covered only by the twisted fabric of her loincloth.
Finally, she pulled back, turned off her tool, took off her mask, and wiped at her forehead, getting the sweat off, taking her cap off and letting her extremely long blond hair free from containment. How, exactly, the massive mane that reached below her butt was contained in a tiny cap was beyond most mortals' understanding. "Alright, the control module is done!" she said, nodding to herself as she inspected her work. "Now all that's left is-"
The door to the workshop opened, and in walked Helga's older sister, Olga.
Olga was much like Helga, but where Helga was an inventor and homebody, Olga was a warrior, a conqueror of the wilderness and a soldier... though being sisters, it was obvious that they would be similar. Olga wore heavy armored pants and a leather bra that connected to padded armor on her shoulder and arms, leaving amost her entire torso bare. She remembered and would tell you all about it, more than once, there'd been foolish humans trying to call her out on not wearing armor on her torso.
Of course, most of them said that while staring openly at her tits... At least the humans had taste unlike the vegetables, dwarves agreed.
"Yo Helga you're making a ruckus again," Olga called, "what's the big idea?"
"I've finished the tools I told you about, this is the last piece! Once I put this in, you'll finally see what I'm talking about!" she gushed. "Thanks for trying this, if you use them and vouch for their effectiveness, I'm sure I'll be able to start selling these Smart House systems to all the rich idio- ahem, the nobles!" Helga said, fire in her eyes.
Olga hummed. Her hair was split into four separate tails that trailed behind her, held together by jeweled hairbands, and she flicked one of the shorter ones behind her shoulder. She really could use a good shower to clean her hair and treat it nice. "Yeah, whatever," she said. As long as she could save on stuff... besides, it was her little sister asking her for help. How could she refuse?
"Alright, do you wanna jump into the shower for now? I'll be starting things up for you!" Helga said, gushing more as she wiggled in place. "Oh I can't wait until you tell everyone how amazing my inventions are!"
Olga watched in amusement as her sister ran around, setting things up. The workshop was well lit, with dark stone walls that seemed to reflect the light somehow, making it so a single light fixture lit up every corner without fail. "Alright, I'll go upstairs I guess..." Olga said.
"Rockin'!" Helga said, sending a wink at her sister.
And that was that.
Olga went upstairs as she'd said she would. Most of Helga's house was kept spotlessly clean by one of her inventions, a weird metal disk that went around collecting trash and storing it within a bag of holding kept in its structure, but she was also a pretty spartan individual in general, so she didn't have much to get things dirty. Stepping over the weird disk that kept sucking up dirt and stuff, Olga went directly to the bathroom.
Helga's biggest indulgence was her bathroom, no doubt. It really was mostly a room dedicated to the Bath, in contrast with the dark and simple rock of the home, the Bath was carved exquisitely, a room easily the size of the rest of the dwelling combined. Lit up beautifully by her weird light fixtures, with columns of granite with intricate inlaid designs in gold, dominated at the very center by the large bath tub, carved into the ground, much like the great public bathhouses, but so much more luxurious. There was even a small room within the room, built up with wooden stalls, to hide away the shower and the toilet, and one of the walls was dominated by a mirror that Olga knew would never fog up.
Truly, it was an inventor's privilege to create her dream bathroom.
And Olga just loved coming to her sister's home to use it.
"Alright, I'll get a shower first before jumping in the bath..."
Helga always insisted on doing it like that. Olga began to undress while humming a little song to herself, it didn't take long. She pulled her heavy armored pants off and put them in the laundry bin, then unhooked the armor of her shoulders and her horned cap as well, leaving her only in her leather bra and panties set. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was an exemplar of Dwarven Beauty, at least as far as she cared, with her tan skin, large breasts, big butt, and bright smile. Her bra was next, letting her big breasts bounce playfully, then she turned around, bent over, and showed her butt to herself. She was almost worried about how big it was as she pulled her panties off, the back of her bikini cut bottoms almost entirely swallowed by her plentiful ass.
Dismissing the arrogant thoughts creeping in, she went to take her shower. The bathroom was big, big enough to fit humans even, but it was also designed for dwarven usage. "Alright," Olga mused, looking at the note stuck with some adhesive to the wooden door of the shower stall thing. It read 'When you're ready, flick the switch and let the shower take care of the rest'. Olga threw it in a waste bin just outside the stall and then went into the shower. The inside had its own illumination and almost seemed cut off from the world outside.
There was a big switch right next to the water valves. Must be it.
Olga flicked it up, and then things started getting weird.
The showerhead... detached? No, a tube began to stretch and it moved like the tentacle of one of those shadowy beasts, and then it seemed to split into a multitude of different shower heads?!
Additionally, the valves, too, began to stretch, the metal tubing they were attached to stretching.
Olga only had a moment to open her mouth and gasp in shock before one of the showerheads speared into her mouth, the tip suddenly opening up and widening, covering her entire mouth from within and making it impossible to spit it out. Then, all of a sudden, a liquid was being poured into her mouth, and Olga reflexively swallowed.
That wasn't water, it was..!? Honey!? It was sweet and delicious and only had a hint of alcohol to it, watered down honeymead!?
Then her ankles and her wrists were caught by more surprisingly gentle metal tubes, and suddenly, her entire body was being sprayed, from all directions, by the many showerheads, water splashing on her skin, hot and powerful streams impacting every muscle group in her body like an intensely thorough and thoroughly intense massage... her calves, her thighs, her back, her arms, even her neck and shoulders, every part of her as suddenly getting showered with hot water at high pressure and it felt unbelievably amazing!
Despite the initial shock, Olga was about to relax, between all the massage and the tasty mead, but then suddenly she felt a spray of water inching closer to a private spot-
And then the showerhead stuck its warm tip, somehow feeling like a gelatinous slime that slipped right past her buttocks and anus and into her butthole, before once again expanding inside and locking its place in, immediately pouring a much more subdued stream of a warm, slippery liquid into her butthole.
Her eyes shot open as she felt intense heat and pleasure spreading from her asshole, but she couldn't move, she was held in place by the tubes wrapped around her ankles and wrists that were now spreading her wide, arms up high, legs near the walls of the shower stall. Her pussy was exposed, and one of the showerheads had taken the time to begin spraying her thick forest of blonde pubic hair - but that wasn't water! She looked down at a weird, greenish liquid that sprayed from the nozzle of a showerhead and saw that it somehow melted and trimmed her hair, cutting it to the bikini line with what she suspected was perfect precision, the liquid left her feeling weirdly smooth even without touching herself-
But it didn't stop there! Another showerhead appeared from below, she didn't even know where it came from anymore, and then it stuck its tip, again, weirdly soft, gelatinous and amazing, right up her cunt! She hardly ever got to be with men, busy with her duties and adventures, but she was no virgin, and she could tell... this was incredible! She almost teared up as she felt the pleasure from both ends.
More nozzles appeared from all over, washing her hair, spraying shampoo and liquid soap all over her body, then other nozzles with gelatinous tips massaged her all over while others went to spray water on her every sensitive spot, even as the showerheads inside her ass and pussy filled her up with that weird liquid and then began to move, stirring it up inside her, the pleasure so immense it really was no wonder she was dragged to a mind shattering orgasm in what felt like just a few seconds.
Two more showerheads had their gelatinous tips expand and then engulf her humongous breasts, not a mean feat at all, their tips seemed to contain a smaller tip within themselves, that attached directly to her nipples, covering them completely. The outer gelatinous cup covered her tits like a film, supporting them and stimulating them all over, squeezing rhythmically, while the ones on her nipples clamped down like a vise and then began to suck on her with incredible strength and insistence.
Had her mouth been free, Olga would've been moaning her heart out.
Dwarven women's breasts were not usually very sensitive at first, but once they got going, they would quickly start becoming weaker and weaker to stimulation, until they became an even more sensitive erogenous zone than their pussies and assholes, and Olga was in particular weak at her breasts, which caused her to have a cascade of ever growing orgasms!
And that was only the first few moments of it, as they carried her from orgasm to orgasm until the machine finally deemed her clean... and she felt clean, squeaky so, inside and outside...
The nozzle in her butt seemed to just keep filling her butt up with liquid, at first it only seemed to pour a little bit at a time, and wait until it was absorbed into her to pour more in, but suddenly it began to pour a lot more, filling her up yet not allowing it to go out, stretching her in a way that both felt tremendously good and yet terrifying.
When she felt she might burst and her panicked eyes even saw a bulge growing in her stomach, it suddenly stopped, pulling out and at the same time, allowing the liquid it poured into her to be shit out of her system, and though for a moment she felt disgusted and pathetic, it felt so insanely good that Olga couldn't even hold onto that, especially since the bright green slime content that came out of her... actually seemed to smell pretty good as it dissolved in the water, and for some reason, it left her with a gaping feeling inside.
She'd never felt so clean even... Her entire body was relaxed, too, she'd lost most of her usually prodigious strength, even amongst dwarves she was considered strong and sturdy and now she could barely hold herself on her feet, held up by the metal tubes even as the nozzle went up her butt again, starting the process over.
A dozen times, even. The nozzle in her pussy began to rapidly saw in and out, going back and forth, and two smaller nozzles surrounded her clit, high pressure water shooting into it, Olga feeling a surge of energy as a powerful orgasm ripped through her again.
This went on, and on, and on, each time dragging her back to being fully awake whenever she felt like she might pass out from the pleasure with an all new one, until finally, she was... done. The machine thought her clean, thought her relaxed and the process done.
It was staggering to look at the clock and to see that the eternity of pleasure she had endured had only been ten minutes.
Stumbling a little, she heard her sister's voice come in from afar, the device she called an "intercom" that allowed her to use a network of pipes to carry her voice anywhere in her house. "Try out the hot tub! The shower is just the start!" Helga called. "I put all my work into making it relaxing as possible!"
The machines withdrew, and soon enough, it all returned to an innocuous shower stall... Olga stumbled out, using the wooden surfaces of the stall to try to keep herself afoot. Her clothes were gone - the laundry would be taken out by the metal disk thing and returned once it was dry.
Almost tripping, Olga made it to the hot tub, already filled with steaming hot water, and got into it. This was a classic... but it was so much more luxurious than the ones public bathhouses had. And- what were those weird holes?
In fact, now that she thought about it, there was a hole on each of the four seats, and there were holes on the backrest... and-
Then suddenly a strong current of water shot up from the hole under her, directly into Olga's pussy. Weakened and entirely too relaxed by the massage, she had no grounds to do anything but simply relax into it, as more streams came from behind her, and from her sides, and in front of her, somehow currents of water whipping about in the hot tub such that they impacted every sensitive spot of her body, water coiling in a playful way, like if a spirit was controlling it, all over her body.
Her hypersensitive, overstimulated body never stood a chance, especially as the current stimulated her entire pussy and her clit at once.... but really, feeling her back relax and feel good, her large breasts' weight off of her back for once thanks to the warm, moving water, and her back itself even now feeling the streams of relaxing hot water undoing the knots of her muscles... maybe if she just tried to ignore her overstimulated pussy...
"Ahh, I could use a drink..." she moaned to herself, voice a little hoarse. "A cold amber lager would hit the spot!"
As if it had heard her, a tendril appeared from the hot tub's armrest things behind her, with an amber-golden yellow gelatinous tip that slowly seemed to look around, then moved swiftly, stuffing itself into Olga's mouth, then expanding like the one in the shower.
Exactly what she had asked for. Despite the extremely weird method of delivery, Olga gleefully swallowed and drank the high quality beer being poured directly into her mouth, the thought going into her head...
If a Wizard ever figured out how to summon beer-spewing tentacle monsters, they'd defeat the entire dwarven race!
So as Olga simply surrendered her mind to the sexual and alcoholic stimulation, she made a mental note to have a serious talk with Helga about hiding this terrifying weakness...
After... after her massage was done.
Maybe Helga was onto something with this smart house bullshit...
"Wa-wait, they're not supposed to go up there or in there or, or, or do any of that!!" Helga shouted. "No waay, no way, I thought since we were sisters, the calibrations would hold, I need to, I need to change that right away, I-"
Olga put a hand on her sister's wrist before she went off the handle.
"No," Olga said. "... no, keep it that way," she said. "Do you think you can install this system at my party's house?"
Helga, still looking a little panicky, suddenly perked up at the prospect of getting to work. "Y-You'll take it?" she asked.
"I don't want to live without it," Olga confirmed.
Helga's new smart house system would indeed become incredibly popular, especially as she started adding more appliances to it...
