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Little Gnome In Big Trouble Ch 01

Little Gnome In Big Trouble Ch 01

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This two-part short story was commissioned by Hack_Blowfist and written by Vanessa Foxe (breedorbebred). This is my first attempt at proper fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy it. Despite taking place in the universe of World of Warcraft, you don't need to be familiar with the game to understand what's going on-- no prior knowledge is needed to be able to understand the contents of this story.

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The painfully ordinary-looking man took a knee on the floor to get a better look at the bottom shelf, and the small device on it. It was placed too low to be comfortable for him, but he knew that it wasn't quite so far down for the shop's owner. She'd pointed him towards these shelves with her usual bright smile a few minutes ago, and it almost seemed like she had forgotten he was there.

That was just fine with him. While the man would have preferred her to stick around so they could chat-- which was most of the reason why he always came to her store so often when he didn't really need the mechanical gadgets she sold-- he was used to being overlooked. In fact, one might have even said he relied on it.

Part of what made him so easy to miss was his utterly boring features. His medium-length, nondescript brown hair and brown eyes could have belonged to any one of a million other humans in Stormwind city, and he was slightly taller than the average human male without being tall enough to draw attention. His face was just as unremarkable, with bland but mildly attractive features. He certainly wasn't ugly-- ugliness would stand out.

But more than just his physical features, what made the man so easy to overlook was his body language. Through years of practice, he'd learned how to use a narrow, closed posture to make himself look unapproachable, combined with an aura of casual ease that led onlookers to assume he belonged wherever he was standing.

All of this came in very, very handy when one made a habit of walking into places they weren't allowed to be... and walking out with things they weren't allowed to take.

And so, he was unobserved as he knelt before the shelf and turned the small device over in his hands. It was a thing of beauty, a variation on a common snare that deployed a needle to inject the contents of a refillable vial into the unfortunate trespasser. A simple design, elevated to new heights, all while staying small and lightweight.

Compact, efficient, and beautiful.

He looked up from where he knelt just in time to see the store's owner, proprietor, and sole employee step out from around her worktable. Like him, she was easy to overlook-- if they were standing side-by-side, the top of Lini's head would only come up to just above his belt-buckle. Not counting her bright-pink hair, of course, which was up in a pair of high pig-tails that added another couple of inches to the cheerful gnome's height.

Once you got to know her, it was obvious that she was his opposite in many ways: bubbly where he was serious, loud where he was quiet, headstrong and determined where he preferred to look for shortcuts or vulnerabilities, colourful compared to his deliberate drabness, and easy to look at while he was easy to ignore.

Compact, efficient, and beautiful.

And so, he was kneeling and holding a mechanical trap that he'd mostly forgotten about when the shop's door opened again, admitting another body into the store proudly labelled "Silvercoil, Mechanical Genius".

"Ibnelini Silvercoil," the newcomer greeted her in an Old Town accent, with thick vowels and clipped consonants.

"That's me! And who might--" The small gnomish woman's features, which had briefly lit up on hearing another potential customer enter her shop, fell as she looked up at his face. "Oh, it's you."

"Do you have this month's payment?" the other man asked without any more preamble. He positively loomed over her, but being literally twice her height made that a simple task. "You're already two days late."

"Oh, um, right," the pretty gnome stammered. "Of course, yes. I have it here. Only..."

She stepped behind her work table again for a moment, and came out with a small bag to hand over to the large man. "Only it's not quite... the full amount..."

"Not the full amount? You've already missed two payments, Ibnelini." He spoke her name with careful precision that hinted at a moderate level of intelligence. This wasn't some dumb brute working for a backstreet cutter, he was a collector employed by a powerful and respectable lender. "You know how interest works, don't you? Every missed payment just adds to how much you owe..."

"I know!" Lini insisted. Her voice went even higher and shriller in her distress. "Tell her that I'll have her payment next month for sure, and extra to make up for..."

"I'm not here to threaten you," the collector answered in a flat tone. "Just to remind you that you're behind, and the interest is mounting. Your collateral is only going to go so far, and after that we'll have to repossess the contents of your shop to recoup any losses."

"Right, of course. I just had a bad season, I'll be caught up again in no time. And I'll pay her back everything I owe."

"See that you do." The man hefted the purse in his hand, mentally weighing how much coin might be in it as he left. "And please don't be late next month."

The little gnome closed the door behind the big man, and turned the small lock she had installed at gnome-height when she first moved to the massive capital city of the human kingdom a year ago. Then she put the small, wooden sign that said "closed" in her careful, precise handwriting, in the window.

With the outside world locked away, Ibnelini Silvercoil visibly deflated like a downed hot-air balloon.

Realising that every moment he waited before revealing himself would only make it more awkward, the return customer announced himself with a polite cough.

"Oh!" Lini jumped in surprise at the noise, before remembering that she'd seen him come in and had sent him to go look at the newest batch of snares she had designed. She sniffed loudly and gave her cheek a quick, vigorous rub, smearing the dust and oil from her hands over the skin that had been left clean in the wake of her quiet tears. "Sorry, Talon. I forgot you were there."

"You don't need to apologise, Lini," he assured her in a soothing voice. He took a few steps towards her and crouched slightly, bringing himself closer to her level, as he pulled out a small handkerchief from one of his jacket's many inner pockets.

Talon could have produced a hat, mask, knife, or vial of poison from various hidden pockets with the same ease. He was a versatile man.

"Thank you," she sniffed as she accepted the cloth and wiped her face with it. The grey kerchief was immediately stained black as she dabbed at a grease smear she'd gotten on her cheek earlier in the day and never noticed. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

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"Who was that man?" Talon was pretty sure he'd narrowed down the collector's employer to one of a couple possibilities - there were only so many female moneylenders in this part of town. All of whom were bad people to owe money to.

"No one important," Ibnelini said with a shrug. "He just collects payments for the loan I took. I'm... a bit behind."

She blushed as she spoke the last, her embarrassment over the perceived failure warming her face and making her, if anything, even cuter. Despite her shame, she still met Talon's eyes with a stiff chin and a determined expression. She was nothing if not tough.

"When did you take the loan out? How much do you owe?"

"I came to Stormwind last year with not much more than the clothes on my back and my bag of tools," she answered, trying and failing to hide a grimace. Her little face was so expressive that even small emotions made a big splash. "I went to a few moneylenders around the city to find someone who'd give me enough of a loan to buy supplies and pay the first few months of rent while I built a pool of customers. I haven't managed to pay back even a quarter of it, so far. And the interest just keeps adding up."

"It's hard to get ahead in this city," he agreed. "If you can't pay them back, will they...?"

"Oh, if it gets too bad, I'll just leave," she answered with forced levity. "I have family back in Ironforge who could take me in. The underground tram is a straight shot back home from here. I could get on tonight and be back at my parents' house in two days. But leaving would be..."

"Too much like admitting defeat?"

"Exactly," she sighed. "I'm not... I'm actually not sure why I'm telling you all this. I barely know you."

"You know me well enough," he shrugged. They had chatted plenty of times in the shop, after all, and he'd even asked her out once or twice. She had been very polite when she shot him down, which he appreciated. "Plus, people always seem to feel comfortable talking to me. I'm a good listener, and maybe that's just what you need right now."

She nodded wordlessly and led the human across the shop's floor, to her workspace. She nodded at a pair of gnome-sized stools beside a long table, and they took a seat. She reclined comfortably against the wall while Talon basically squatted on the two-foot-tall seat.

Lini fished under the table and came out with a small glass bottle and a pair of half-sized cups. She poured a splash of gnomish brandy into each cup, and slid one towards Talon.

The two sipped wordlessly, and only after she'd polished off her drink did the little gnome finally start talking again. "Every month my sales have gone up, except for the last two months. But they were slow for everyone on this side of Old Town. I just need to keep her at bay a little while longer until things pick up again."

"So, how are you going to stay above water until then?"

"Maybe I could get a loan from another lender?" she suggested weakly, then sighed at Talon's firm headshake. "No, you're right. That's just going to make things worse. I just... I don't know."

There was another drawn out silence as Lini poured them each another finger of alcohol... not that a gnomish "finger" amounted to much for a human.

"You know," Talon offered casually, as if the idea had just occurred to him, "I'm doing well enough right now. I have plenty of extra coin from my last job. Maybe I could... help you out?"

The roguish human floated the idea like it was just a random thought, rather than something he had been carefully considering since about ten seconds into the conversation between Lini and the money collector. You didn't live as long as Talon had in a field as dangerous as adventuring without learning how to spot an opportunity, after all. She watched with rapt attention as Talon tapped his chin, as if he were thinking hard to figure out a solution.

She probably wouldn't make it on her own, she knew-- there just wasn't enough time! This shop was her dream, and she couldn't stand the idea of losing it. But if she couldn't find a way through this, she would have to run home with her tail between her legs, and face her family knowing she'd set out to find independence and failed.

"...Maybe you can do something for me, and make money on the side that way?" Talon finally suggested.

"Do you need any repairs done?" She raised a cotton-candy pink eyebrow at him. "Or... maybe a new lock on your door? I'm an engineer, but I could even patch a roof if you need it."

"No, my lock is stout and I put new shingles on my roof last summer," he answered pensively. "No, I was thinking something more... personal."

"Personal?" She squinted suspiciously up at the human that was nearly double her height. "How do you mean?"

"My work takes me out of town often," he explained with deliberate nonchalance. "I don't stay in one place long enough to form... intimate connections. It just occurred to me that maybe you could help me with that problem, and I could help you with yours."

"You want me to sleep with you?" she asked indignantly as she finally saw through the innuendo. "Are you... I wouldn't date you when you asked two months ago, so now you think you can just pay me to have sex with you?"

"It doesn't have to be like that, Lini," he said quickly, trying to diffuse her temper before she kicked him out of her shop and he lost this opportunity for good. "I'm not even asking for... that."

"Then what exactly are you suggesting?"

She was balanced on a knife's edge, he knew. She needed money, but she wasn't so desperate that she was willing to lower herself to prostitution. Not yet, anyway.

But she had looked interested when he had asked her out before, and she'd thought it over before sending him off. They had flirted over schematics for potion-flinging slingshots, exchanged innuendos and double-entendres while discussing mechanical parts. There was a spark of interest in her shapely chest. He just needed to find a way to ease it out of her.

Talon reached into his jacket and slipped two fingers into a pocket hidden along the inner seam, and came out with a trio of golden coins-- almost twice the value of the most expensive item she had out for sale. She watched him with those big, bright, sapphire-blue eyes all the while. Some humans had clear blue eyes, but Ibnelini was a gnome, and her eyes were the actual colour of high-clarity, blue gemstones.

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"Maybe you could just take your shirt off?" He set the coins down on the table, one at a time. Clack, clack, clack. Her attention flitted back and forth between the coins and his face as he spoke. "I get lonely, and just the sight of you... That would help keep me warm when the nights are cold."

He waited for her to shout at him, to throw a wrench at his head, to chase him out of his store. But the yelling never came. She just stared at him for so long that he almost started sweating, but he held out.

Talon was good at keeping his cool.

"Just my shirt?" she finally asked, and it was a struggle for him to not break into a victorious grin.

"Shirt and bra," he clarified. "I just want to see your breasts, Lini. It doesn't have to be anything more than that."

She considered in silence for a moment, every thought racing through her head visible on her face. Desperation, disgust, shame, and maybe... Was that excitement, too? Perhaps the beautiful, sweet gnome wasn't so innocent as her child-like stature would lead one to think.

"You don't get to touch me," she added in a firm tone, and Talon managed not to look too eager when he nodded. "Then fine. Just this once."

Lini reached out a lightning-quick hand, snagged the coins, and deposited them into some unseen drawer in her work bench in the same motion. Once the money was secured, she screwed up her courage-- best to get it done before she lost her nerves.

With a final sigh, the gnome stood up and reached behind her back to undid the tie holding her heavy leather apron around her waist. She slid the top loop over her head, then pulled the protective item off and draped it over the stool beside her. Beneath it, she wore her usual uniform: an off-white sleeveless shirt and bluish-grey pants made of some thick material. Both were stained with a mixture of dust, grime, and oil.

She looked up and met Talon's eyes, and he gave her a nod of approval. Keep going, the gesture said, and she did.

With another huff, she crossed her arms to grab the bottom hem of her stained top with both hands, then pulled it up, over, and off her head in one smooth motion.

Talon had to fight not to gasp in delight as Ibnelini pulled off her shirt and was suddenly standing before him with just a bra covering her breasts. And what beautiful breasts they were!

He'd gotten an impression of the outline of her tits from the simple, tight tops she wore around her shop, but underneath that cover they were even nicer than he'd hoped. It was hard to get a gauge on their exact shape and size, since she still wore a firm, tight-fitting bra that held them rigidly in place. No doubt she liked the extra support so her large breasts wouldn't bounce or shake uncomfortably when she was hammering sheets of metal flat.

The bra itself was a flat blue-black colour, and not much to look at. Nevertheless, Talon felt the familiar stirring as blood flow was diverted southwards.

"Very nice," Talon said approvingly.

"I'm oh-so-glad you like them," Lini replied flatly. Her pale cheeks, wiped clean of most of their usual layer of grime with Talon's handkerchief, showed the distinct red of embarrassment.

"Keep going," the human said with a palm-up hand gesture that she would normally take to mean 'be my guest'. "If you please, Lini."

She rolled her eyes to show exactly how much she cared about his manners. Then, without any flare or drama, she reached behind her back to undo the catches that held her bra together. A bare moment later, the bra was undone, and she pulled it over her arms to drape it on top of the shirt and apron beside her.

Instinct took over as soon as her chest was uncovered, and she held up one arm to cover the fronts of her breasts before Talon could get more than the briefest glimpse of bare skin. He looked up from the chest she was covering to her face, and raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question.

"Oh, right," she mumbled. Embarrassment was written all over her face, but she was emboldened by a combination of desperation to earn some extra gold sovereigns and Talon's assurances. The two strong shots of brandy didn't hurt, either. Lini dropped her arms to her sides with her hands balled up on her hips, and stood defiantly he took in the view.

He didn't move a muscle, didn't say a word-- he just silently drank in the sight of her.

While smallish compared to a human's, her breasts looked big on her small frame and narrow chest. Each was about as big as she'd be able to hold with both hands, but Talon thought they looked like they would fit just perfectly in his hands. Her breasts formed beautiful, round teardrop shapes on her chest and looked good enough to eat. Despite their relatively large size, they still looked smooth and perky, thanks to both her youth and the extra support they got from her hand-tailored bras.

"You're so beautiful, Lini," Talon whispered, and the blush on Ibnelini's face deepened slightly. He couldn't tell if it was from shame, flattery, or both. "And your breasts are absolutely perfect."

"Well, I'm glad you're so happy with them," she shot back sarcastically. "Now, if you're about done..."

"Wait, please. Just a moment more."

Lini stood awkwardly in front of the human as he leaned forward slightly in the short stool. It really was far too small to be comfortable for him, she thought. Should she get some human-sized stools or chairs for when tallfolk came to visit the shop?

She caught the errant train of thought and tucked it away. Now wasn't the time for thinking about redecorating. It was just that... What exactly was she supposed to do while Talon looked at her tits? Hold out her arms and say "ta-da", maybe? Or just stand there with her arms at her side, counting off the seconds that the human had spent looking directly at her nipples?

"That's probably long enough," she said after another moment of enduring the ogling. Lini reached for her bra so she could cover herself up, but was interrupted when Talon abruptly sat up straighter.

"Wait," he cut in, and she stared suspiciously as the human reached into his jacket again. He fished around another inner pocket and pulled out two shining pieces of gold, and set them down on the table. "Two more if you take your pants off, too."

"I'm not getting naked for a handful of coins." Her cheeks got even redder now, as much from anger as from the embarrassment at being stared at while half-naked.

"You can keep your underwear on," he said smoothly, meeting her sapphire-like eyes again. "So you won't be completely naked."

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