A wolf moved quickly amongst the crowds. The town of Brin, although relatively small, had quickly increased its populace due to a boom in trade and the town itself made for an excellent middle stop for passing merchants from the East to the West and vice versa. Still early, the streets were full of crowds – shop owners opening up and peddlers pitching tents. Yet this young, black wolf passed on, pushing and shoving through the people with a hurried step with no time to waste. In his speed, he'd more than often step on a few toes or bump into someone with a tad too much force. His victims would turn to him in anger, but he'd be long gone and out of hearing range.

Brin was a town where one could find anything. Especially if they knew where to look. From the most exotic foods and drinks to the rarest of herbs, from the most delicately crafted rings and necklaces to the most nuanced paintings. Even the service industry wasn't far behind for you could find talented musicians, sensitive poets, dramatic thespians and skillful…nightly companions. Whatever a person may want, they can find it here. And this wolf knew what he wanted.

His path, filled with twists and turns, from the town square, around the glasssmiths, behind the taverns and through the back alleys, finally lead him to his desired destination - a three story building, from its windows hanging laundry and here and there a potted plant may be situated. A poor neighborhood, by all standards, with blocks built with the intent of stuffing as many people inside as possible. But what caught this young wolf's eye wasn't the utilitarian architecture or the social implications, but rather a sign.

“Brona's curse and charm removal service". The letters painted in black on a broken off piece of wood had a bit of an unnerving effect on some. So simple, so crude, so direct. A slight touch of playfulness in the words to add a very much needed humanitarian side. The wizard hat, drawn haphazardly underneath the lettering, was a nice touch, but it made the whole thing reek of a scam. You'd expect a wizard hat when it came to magic, so there should be a wizard hat. But when you see the wizard hat, you question the necessity of it. Many a cursed and a charmed have stood where the wolf was standing and left for fear of tricksters or unprofessionals. But this wolf didn't leave. For one, the place was recommended to him. He also couldn't really afford any better.

So the wolf stood there, now embarrassment filling his chest, unsure if this was really the best course of action. But he was limited in choices. So he took a deep breath, straightened his vest and marched forward, pushing the door with all his might.

A bell rang as the door opened, bashing the wall. He stepped inside. A simple place. A couple of chairs and a desk forming the waiting room. A plant in the corner to make it feel a bit more homey. The wolf sniffed the air, dust itching his nose and moss scratching his lungs. He surpassed the urge to cough as much as he could.

-Place opens in half an hour. – a familiar, yet sleepy voice boomed.

The wolf turned around and saw an old ram sitting in one of the  chairs, too preoccupied with a newspaper to lift his eyes at the customer.

-Tugg? – the wolf asked.

The ram's ears twitched and looked up.

-Raeder? – he let out a chuckle. – Don't tell me you got cursed.

-Don't tell me you're bouncing this crappy place.

Tugg threw his paper to one side, stood up and with a heavy step marched towards Raeder.

-Makes sense actually. An old fart like you can't really handle a tougher job, now can you? – Raeder grinned as the Tugg came face to face with him.

-Listen here, fairy. I may be old, but I can still whoop your ass back to that giant, white rat you call a fox.

Raeder furrowed his brow.

-Don't you dare talk about him.

-Oh! Oh! What's the big, bad wolf gonna do about?

-I just might break off your horns and shove 'em up your ass.

-Wanna try me, bitch boy? I'll even give you a bag to put all your teeth in it. Hell! You can even thank me for it. Gonna be easier sucking all those cocks in the bathrooms, won't it? Does the rat know you do that by way?

Raeder clenched his fist, his claws piercing his skin. He knew that Tugg was trying to get to him. Trying to get him to throw the first punch.

-How's the wife doing, Tugg? Still going around town?

There was a moment of heavy silence.

-…she's dead, fairy

-Oh…I…I didn't know…

-Yeah…A few months back. Pneumonia took her.

-I'm…I'm sorry for your loss.

The ram took a deep sigh and rubbed his eyes.

-What do you want, Raeder?

-I'm…I'm here to see Brona.

-Yeah, you and every other unlucky sod in this crapshoot of a town.

Tugg walked behind the desk. He opened up a large, dusty book and put on his reading spectacles.

-No appointment? – Tugg lifted his eyes.

-I...no…-Raeder answered sheepishly. – Didn't know there were any.

-Yeah…well, no one does. – Tugg dragged his finger across the page, through the dozens and dozens on names. – I can set you up for next week.

-What? – Raeder jumped – No. I need this now.

-Sorry buddy. Rules are rules. We're completely booked.

-Come on! You can't tell me that every jackass in this town comes here!

Tugg took off his glasses, crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

-What do you want me to do?

-I don't know! Get me in to talk to the guy for instance! – Raeder slammed his paws against the desk.

Tugg stared at him, waiting for him to simmer down.

-Is it because I'm queer? – Raeder finally asked.

-No. – Tugg answered, no expression on his face

-Are you sure about that? Because I can swear that not a minute ago…

-Look. Raeder. – Tugg closed the book and stood up. – I may…not approve…of what you do. But a coin's a coin, no matter from who it comes from. If it were up to me, you'd be in the office right now.

-I don't see anyone else here! – Raeder waved his arm, presenting the empty waiting room. 

Tugg clicked with his tongue.

-And we aren't open yet. – He pointed at the glass window. – You see that? It says open from seven till seven. You see that over there. – He pointed towards a clock mounted on the wall. – That there is a clock. Marvelous invention. Shows you the exact time, give or take five minutes. It says, don't make that face. It says that there are fifteen minutes till seven. Now, if I'm not mistaking, when we do the math, the time is somewhere between twenty minutes to seven or ten minutes to seven, which in either case, you are too early.

-Then why the fuck is it unlocked? – Raeder sneered between gritted teeth.

-How do you think I got in here?

The bell rang once more as the door opened.

-Morning, Tugg. – Brona greeted the ram.

Brona was a well dressed lion, though a tad skinny for the usual standard. He dragged his paw through his unkept mane and through half closed eyes stared at Raeder.

-Who's this? We aren't open yet.

-This is Raeder. He was about to make an appointment.

-You slimy, little… - Raeder began.

-When do you want your appointment? – Brona cut him off.

-I…ugh…-the wolf took a deep breath. – As soon as possible.

-You want one now?

-Wait, Brona, you have one at seven ten with Jiku. – Tugg interjected.

-Yeah. Well. Turns out, Jiku died last night. Slipped on a fish head. Shame really. Anyway. Raeder was it? Come to my office in… - Brona turned towards the clock - …in about twenty minutes. I need to get my things in order.

-Alright. – Raeder answered, slowly turning towards Tugg, smugness carved into his face. The ram didn't reply.

-Great. Just wait here.

Brona entered his office and slammed the door behind him. Raeder shuffled back and forth until finally deciding to sit down. He took quick glimpses at the clock from time to time, but it didn't seem to change.

After filling out some paperwork, Tugg stood up and went to get his newspaper.

-So…um…you a secretary now? – Raeder decided to break the silence while adding a chuckle.

-Assistant. – Tugg answered with a monotonous voice as he sat back in his chair and opened the paper.

-Doesn't really seem that way to me.

-I do the paperwork. I help Brona out. I assist him in any way I can. – Tugg opened the next page of his paper.

-Right. Right. Whatever you say. – He stood a bit more in silence, twirling his thumbs. – Again, sorry about your wife. Martha was a good woman.

-Yeah, she was. – Tugg answered a touch of melancholy in his voice. – She liked you. Said that you were nicer that the other thugs I worked with.

-Heh…that's me. Sweet as apple pie.

-Mhm.

Tugg continued reading his paper and Raeder continued to shift in his seat. He wasn't really feeling comfortable being there for his condition. Tugg's presence didn't really help out the matter as well. The ticking of the clock made him stand even more on edge and Tugg's arhythmical page turnings didn't add much to the ambience of the room.

-So the guy who's place I'm taking. What did he have?

-It would be a breach of confidentiality if I told you. – Tugg answered without lifting his eyes from the paper.

-Come on. He's dead.

-He sure is.

Raeder pouted. He knew from experience that Tugg can be impenetrable like a wall if he wanted to. And it was obvious that right now he wanted to.

-Do you know how much time this is going to take? – Raeder asked, once again trying to break the silence.

Tugg looked up at the clock.

-About five more minutes. Give or take five minutes.

-No…-Raeder massaged his temples. – I mean the procedure.

-Can't really say. Depends what you've got.

-Should I tell you what I've got? – Raeder asked

-Is my name on that sign outside?

-It isn't.

-Then no. You shouldn't tell me what you've got.

-Pff...You are a terrible conversationalist, you know that?

-I've been told so a few times, yes. –He again flipped the page.

Raeder groaned and slopped down on his chair. He stared at the ceiling, counting the bumps. He stared at the floor, counting the wholes. He stared at the room, counting the dust particles.

-Reader. – Finally Tugg spoke up, putting his paper down and opening the book. – Brona will see you know.

-Finally.

In a hurry, Raeder stood up and entered the office. The smell of incense invaded his nostrils. The room was damp, only a little sunlight barely managing to squeeze through the curtains of a small window. Brona stood behind a large mahogany desk, reading a book and stirring a metal pint. Behind him, mounted on the walls, were twenty different certificates, each one detailing a different skill he had supposedly mastered. Cartomancy, chakra work, exorcising. If you can think it, he can do it.

Brona looked up from his book.

-Sit, boy, sit. – he motioned to a chair in front of his desk. –Before we start anything, there's a bit of paperwork to be done, you understand right?

-I guess… - Raeder slowly sat down, unsure of what will follow.

-Excellent. – Brona took out a sheet of paper. –Now. Name

-Raeder. – the wolf answered

-Full name.   

-Umm…Raeder?

Brona looked up at his client and then back to the paper.

-I'll put down non applicable. Age?

-Twenty three.

-Height?

-Four ells, twenty seven.

-Weight?

-Seventeen stones, eighty five.

-Fur – black. Completely covered in it. Eye color – yellow. Build – muscular. Shoulder length?

-Oh…un…I don't know.

-I'll put it down as two ells. Alright.

Brona put aside the paperwork, intertwined his fingers and turned towards Raeder. The wolf felt very uncomfortable against the lion's unbreaking gaze.

-Would you like some coffee? – Brona finally asked.

-What?

-Coffee. Would you like some?

-I…don't know what that is. – Raeder answered, a bit embarrassed.

-Oh, great stuff. Beans grounded into powder and boiled. A tad bitter, but goes well with milk and sugar. Comes from the east. Recently started drinking it myself. Here – he put his pint in front of Raeder – You can try mine.

-I think I'll pass. – the wolf gently pushed the pint back.

-Eh. Suit yourself. Anyway. – Brona took his pint and sipped from it. – Tell me what's the matter.

The wolf fidgeted a bit, scratching his neck.

-Well…you see…its like this…

-Local witch curse you? – Brona cut him off.

-No, no…

-Pissed off a warlock?

-Um…nooo…

-Ate a magic box?

-No! Stop it! – Raeder finally yelled out.

-Sheesh. Just going through the basics. Most common reasons for people coming to me.

-People eat boxes? – Raeder raised an eyebrow.

-Some of them do.

-I…huh… - the wolf scratched his chin in thought and continued – Ok, its like this. Me and my boyfriend…

-What is he?

-What?

-Your boyfriend. What is he?

-He's a fox. White. Does it matter?

-Mmmm…-Brona stretched out on his chair. – I like to paint the picture in my head. To really grasp the details, you know. Magic is a very delicate art – he took a sip from his coffee and motioned Raeder to proceed.

-Anyway…me and my boyfriend…we were fooling around. And he suggested, he's a wizard in training by the way…

Brona choked on his coffee.

-You alright? – Raeder asked, with more suspicion than concern.

-Sorry. Sorry. That took me by surprise. Not very often that you hear about wizards, you know?

-Aren't you a wizard?

-Oh, me? Well…I…not in the strictest sense in the word, now. I dabble in the magical arts, yes. But wizardly is more concerned with high majjikxs than low ones.

-Uhuuuh…and what about the warlocks and witches you mentioned earlier? – The wolf crossed his arms.

-Same thing really. Low majjikxs.

-And what's the difference exactly?

-Don't you have a boyfriend to ask. Now tell me, what's the matter.

Raeder huffed.

-Well, my boyfriend suggested that we would try something…different. So he did a spell to make my…my…

-Yeeeess? – the lion proded.

-He made my gut a bit more sensitive, okay? – the wolf whispered.

-A classic case of the runs. I have a thing for that right here.

-For Crom's sake! No! My gut! My belly is more sensitive!

-I don't follow.

-I work as a bouncer at a tavern. From time to time, fights break out and I have to deal with them. Normally when I get hit in the gut, I shrug it off. But the other day a gnoll and a kobold managed to wind me and knock me out. It's like. The slightest touch sends shivers down my spine. It was supposed to wear off the same night. But it?s been a week. I could lose my job.

Brona scratched his chin thoughtfully.

-I understand. Before we get down to the nitty-gritty of it all, I've got to examine you.

The lion stood up and walked next to a wall with different height marks drawn on it in white chalk.

-I need you to strip down and stand right here.

-Aren't you gonna buy me flowers? – the wolf laughed and took off his vest and leggings.

-The undergarments too.

-Oh…now its gonna cost you a dinner as well, hehe…

Raeder leaned against the wall, the cool touch of the bricks sending shivers through his body.

-Good. – Brona comented. –Hands up, please.

The wolf complied. Brona kneeled, taking a good look at his client's belly.

-Right. So, you said this happened during a sexual act?

-N-not exactly. It wasn't supposed to be on my…gut…

-Mhm…

Brona poked his belly and Raeder reflexively sucked it in a bit.

-Alright. Tell me if you feel anything strange.

-Alrigh..OH!

Brona put his paw the wolf and gently nudged him.

-Easy there, doc. – Raeder spoke, his breathing speeding up

-Oh, I'm not a doctor.

-What are you exactly?

-A concerned member of society, possessing the required tools and knowledge to help those less fortunate or wealthy when it comes to majjikxsal abuse. – Brona said without missing a beat.

-Sounds made up, to be frank. – Raeder retorted underneath his nose.

-Everything in this world is made up. Now, let's see what happens when I do this.

Brona pushed a bit harder, Raeder's stomach almost collapsing.

-Hm…there doesn't seem to be a lot of muscle going on here.

Raeder's ears pricked. He didn't want his old colleague hearing those lines and quickly tightened his abs, but he immediately caved in under the slowly increasing pressure. Immediately his cheeks puffed up, trying to hold in as much air as he could, but it didn't last long as his supply of air quickly ran out, exhaling everything he had with split accompanying the current. Brona released the wolf from his grasp, to which Raeder collapsed on the floor, gasping for air.

-Very interesting indeed… -the lion commented as he walked towards one of his many bookshelves.

-Hey…now… - Raeder spoke in between breathes. – It's just...a bit of…extra padding…that's all…nothing…more…

-Hmm…I doubt it…-Brona listed through an old book, its covers barely holding together the crumpled, damp pages within. – Tell me, where does your partner study?

-I don't know. – Raeder finally stood up. – He won't tell me.

-They rarely do, do they? What about your sexual life. Do you do this kind of thing often?

-Not really. It was sort of a first time thing.

-Understandable. – Brona ran his fingers through one of the pages. –Seems like, your friend might have overdone himself. I doubt his been practicing all that long.

Raeder didn't reply. His boyfriend would rarely speak of his practices, even when asked. And if by any chance he did, it would be vague and cryptic. Something to do with keeping up the wizarding tradition.

-Purple majjikxs are a bit of a…hard art to master. Especially if you don't have anyone to practice with. So I've been told.

-Purple majjikxs…yeah… – Raeder scratched the back of his head. He wasn't really well read on the topic, but he didn't want Brona to notice. He just shook his head in mock understanding.

-Yup, yup. Purple majjikxs. Otherwise known as sex magic, by the common folk. Well…its not exactly a famous style of the arts. A bit of a taboo, you see. – Brona found what he needed in the book.

-Yeah…taboo…of course – Raeder's eye shifted back and forth and noticed the lion leaving the book on his desk and darting towards him. – Is…is that a cook book OPHF!!

Raeder collapsed once more, this time from a surprise slap by the lion, straight on his sensitive area. The wolf toppled over, his mouth wide open desperately struggling to inhale, but to no avail. The lion turned his head to one side, watching a clock on the wall. After a few seconds, Raeder finally managed to take a breath.

-The fuck is wrong with?! – The wolf yelled out, still unable to stand up.

-Experimenting. – Brona answered, a bit of cheer in his voice. –Gotta see the different effects of the…-the lion waved his hand around-…spell.

-What's there to see? – the wolf pushed himself on his knees, slowly dragging his body against the wall. – You hit me, it hurts, I can't breathe. What more is there?

-Duration. Seems like you get incapacitated for about five seconds, more or less.

-Pfft…you caught me off guard… - Raeder tried to get himself out of looking bad, but Brona didn't really pay him any mind.

-Stand against the wall, please.

The wolf huffed, but complied. He assume the same position and Brona, once again kneeled down, against his belly.

-Just…don't be doing anything like that again, okay?

-Don't worry. This time you'll be prepared, right?

-Still…-Raeder growled. –I'd rather you…

-Going for the navel!

-What?

In an instant, Brona stuck his finger inside Raeder's belly button and took it out with a comical “poop". But the effect was much stronger this time around. Raeder's knees gave in and leaned forward, Brona catching him before he fell face first to the floor. Brona observed his client's state – his eyes had crossed and his tongue was hanging out with a thing rope of saliva going back and forth.

-Wellp. Seems to me that the effect of the spell might be some sort of overstimulation. – He pushed Raeder back against the wall, noticing that he had gotten an erection as well. –I've seen things like this before. Nothing to worry about. I can fix you up.

The lion gently padded the wolf on the belly, to which he squirmed and regained his senses.

-What the fuck did I say to you? – Raeder lashed out as the lion walked up to a chest and started rummaging.

-That you weren't prepared? – Brona absentmindedly answered, while going through his things. –I did warn you, didn't I?

-You fucking poked me in the bellybutton! You…you just don't do that kind of thing to a man…-Raeder blushed, turning his head away from Brona.

-Oh, relax. You want to get better, don't you? – He finally found what he was looking for.

Brona took out a long metal prod and waved it around.

-This should do nicely. – the lion said, a villainous grin stretching across his face.

Raeder noticed this.

-That's it! I'm out! – He grabbed his clothes and walked to the door. –I've had enough with your psycho schtick…

-You can't really go now. We still haven't fixed you up yet.

-I ain't something you can fix! – Raeder yelled out and reached for the door handle.

He felt Brona's arm on his shoulder and reflexively grabbed it. He twisted the lion's hand and pinned him on the desk.

-Don't you dare touch me, you sick fuck! – the wolf snarled between gritted teeth.

-Think about this, Raeder…who's gonna help you? – the lion struggled to get his other hand on the desk.

-My partner! He's an actual wizard! Not like you charlatans here!

-You mean the guy who got you in this mess? – Brona chuckled as his hand slid across the desk. –Face it, if he could help you, he would have by now.

-He…I…-Raeder staggered for words.

-You came here because you didn't have any other options and you are broke. – Brona pressed a button on his desk. –I am going to help. Like it or not.

The door slammed open behind them.

-Alright, what's goin...BY THE FOUR WINDS!

Tugg entered the room to this site of the naked Raeder pinning down Brona on his desk.

-Tugg! – Raeder let go of the lion and turned towards the assistant. – This isn't what HUPFF!

Although old, Tugg had a great physique and had been in more than a few fights. He was quick and stronger, coupled with a great fighting form. Before Raeder could react in any way, Tugg had jumped forward across the room and managed to land a hit on the wolf's gut. The hit was strong enough to even lift the Raeder on his toes, stiffing up his entire body. Tugg didn't wait for another reaction and landed a second hit, right above Raeder's navel. A hollow thud echoed through the office with Raeder's belly completely caved in. The wolf fell on his knees and then on his side, low guttural noises escaping through his tight shut mouth.

Tugg stepped towards Brona, who now free, was stretching his elbow and shoulder.

-Are you alright? Did that faggot try to rape you? If so, I'm gonna…

-Relax, Tugg. Everything's alright. – the lion stepped next to his desk. – Just…aim for the stomach.

-Heh…you don't have to tell me twice. – Tugg cracked his knuckles. – I am going to have fun with this.

-Oh… and Tugg… - Brona stirred his pint of coffee. – You better hurry.

-What?

Raeder, although not completely recovered, managed to throw himself on top of Tugg, grabbing him in a choke hold. The ram struggled, but Raeder's size advantage was a bit too much. Each time Tugg tried to break free, Raeder pulled him from side to side, throwing him around, bashing into furniture and relics.

-Mind you, some of those are expensive. – Brona sipped his coffee as he watched the brawl unfold in his office.

Finally, when he felt that Tugg was worn out, Raeder stopped and squeezed his hold on him even more. The ram struggled to pull the wolf's arm from his neck.

-What's the matter, Tugg? The fairy got the best of you? – Raeder laughed and in the heat of the moment started rubbing his cock against Tugg's back. – Wait till the boys hear this – the macho ram got beaten by the little gay wolfpphh! – Raeder exhaled from a surprise hit.

Tugg landed a hit with his elbow straight into Raeder's belly, just enough to let loosen the wolf's grip.

-Wanna run that by me again, fruitcup? – the ram sneered as Raeder lost his grip on him and dropped on top of him like a wet blanket.

Tugg struck again. And again. And again. Each hit more devastating than the last. Each hit sending the wolf a bit higher, his tail flinging up and down. Each hit going deeper and deeper, the ram's elbow being enveloped by the wolf's gut. The last hit, the most powerful of them, even surprised Tugg himself, swearing that he could feel Raeder's spine on his elbow.

The wolf's stomach had completely hollowed out, a low and steady suction noise emitting from his throat. Raeder slipped to the ground with a power thud and curled up in a ball, slowly rediscovering his breathing talent.

Tugg on the other hand kneeled down and grabbed his knees, trying to catch his own breath. Although experienced, he was quick to tire and that hold which he was in earlier didn't help.

Brona sat on his desk. Taking steady sips from his coffee, he examined his fallen client, who was slowly trying to get up. Brona clicked his tongue.

-Mmm…that's not gonna cut it…-he lamented, turning to Tugg.-He's going to need a bit more of that.

-W-what? – Tugg asked, having trouble concentrating as he was trying to regain his composure.

-The wolf, Tugg. – Brona yelled out - You should hit him a bit more.

-Oh…that I heard – a toothy grin spread across the ram's face.

Tugg staggered towards the broken wolf, who was still trying to pick himself up. Raeder finally managed to inhale sharply, a nasal sounds ringing in his ears. He has never had a fight like this one. Usually his opponents would be drunk out of their skulls, only needing a punch or two. But this. This was different. Tugg was a professional, with years of experience. Raeder has seen Tugg take care of countless problem clients in the pub with great efficiency and speed. He was a well oiled machine, a tad rusty but still highly functional. Raeder knew that in a fair fight, he'd get mopped. But this wasn't a fair fight, was it?

-Ready for the next round, fairy? – Tugg cracked his neck.

-Yeah…-Raeder managed to get on his knees, still heavily panting. - …and you, old man?

-Heh…I was born ready, kid.

Tugg grabbed Raeder by the neck and slowly lifted him up. His throat squished between the ram's massive hands, Raeder once again struggled to breathe, clawing at his opponents hands, barely leaving a mark. Tugg chuckled and managed to lift him even further, over his head. With one quick motion, Raeder let go of Tugg's hands and grabbed him by the horns. Surprised by the wolf sneaky tactic, Tugg dropped him, at which point Raeder pushed his horns slightly at an angle, sending the ram to his knees, without much effort. A certain trick he had learned from a former lover.

-Ready and able, eh old chum? – Raeder laughed and to add insult to injury slapped his cock against the ram's face.

Tugg spat out violently, at which point the second slap, to Tugg's shock, landed in his mouth.

-Wow there, a bit too eager, aren't you?

-I'll break you, you faggotass queer! – Tugg shouted and tightened his fist, ready to punch Raeder in the balls.

-A bit redundant…-Raeder applied even more force, breaking the ram's concentration.-Admit it! You're enjoying this!

-Fuck you! – the ram yelled out while unsuccessfully trying to get up.

-If you're a gentleman at dinner, I might consider it…

As the wolf let out a hearty laugh, he unintentionally bent backwards, allowing Tugg to push himself up and exposing his weak spot. Tugg got ready to land another hit on his bulls eye.

-Mmm! – Brona spattered as he tried to swallow his coffee – Go for a finger punch in the navel.

Raeder froze up. He looked down to see Tugg's fists, fingers intertwined with both of his middle and index fingers extended outward. He was about to push down on the ram's horns, but he was too slow. Tugg's expression, a perfect symbiosis of anger and confusion, was the last thing Raeder saw before the ram's fingers penetrated his navel, excellently marked with a circle of white fur around it.

His bellybutton expanded nearly twice its usual size, with Tugg's fingers entering deeper. Raeder was paralyzed, unable to move, talk or even breathe. He stood there, his hands still tightly grasping tugg's horns.

-Let me go, you freak! – Tugg let out a battle cry and pushed even further.

Raeder spasmed, letting go of Tugg's horns in the moment he had some control of his body. He was again paralyzed, his face a mess of fear and confusion, while his back was contorted like a snake. Tugg took slow and heavy breathes. Now, with his opponent incapacitated, he managed to recover from the battle at his own pace.

-Hmmm…-Brona sipped from his coffee and stepped around the living statue. –Hmmm…

-Whatcha humming about, boss? – Tugg panted, sweat dropping from his brow.

-Go deeper. – the lion commanded.

-Deeper? – Tugg repeated, unsure if it was necessary at this point.

-Mhm. – Brona took another swing at his coffee – Deeper.

-If you say so.

Raeder's heart skipped a beat. He felt Tugg's fingers pushing against his body, his belly caving in on its own and again losing his breath. A slow, yet audible exhale, slipped through the wolf's gritted teeth as Tugg managed to ram three quarters of his fingers in his navel. Without realizing it, Raeder was now standing on this toes, all of his body weight concentrated on a few, tiny points.

-Come on, Tugg! You can do better than that!

-A-are you sure, boss? – Tugg questioned Brona, panic in his voice – Isn't this going to kill him?

-Pfff! Who's the professional disenchanter here?

-Well, technically, none of us…

-Shush! Do as I say, not as I do. Now push!

Tugg took a deep breath and pushed even further, managing to shove in his entire fingers inside of the wolf. This was humiliating. His rival, the macho man ram Tugg was inside of him and had him breathless like a newbie. But there was something more. He was enjoying it. The moment Tugg even touched his bellybutton, he got hard. He erect cock now twitching as Tugg pushed even further as by the instructions of Brona. In all his years, Reader never imagined himself like this. Sexually overpowered by another man. It was a new experience and an oddly gratifying one at that.

There was one final push from Tugg, which broke the wolf's paralysis. He toppled over the ram, swearing that he could feel his rival's fingers grazing his spine. Raeder slowly shifted from side to side, experiencing the rams fingers at their fullest. Was this how his little fox boy felt? Maybe. Maybe not. In either case, he didn't want it to end.

-Umm…boss? – Tugg raised his eyebrows – Should I…

-Mmm…just let it happen, Tugg.

Raeder let out a low continuous growl, shifting to a moan right into Tugg's ear.

-Just…stay still – Brona said when he noticed that Tugg was trying move back

-But, boss…

-No buts. We are professionals here. You are doing fine work. It won't take much longer.

Reluctantly Tugg stayed in one place, as wolf squirmed above him finally dropping on his shoulder. Tugg's ear twitched when he heard the wolf emitting what sounded like a purr. And then he licked him.

-By the winds! – Tuggs screamed and pushed himself backwards and with it pulling out his fingers from the wolf's navel with a loud pop – You filthy fag! Don't you ever do that again!

Raeder wobbled in one place, his belly now it's regular size. Brona sipped his coffee as he eyed the rocking wolf, his expression dopey with his tongue hanging out, his knees bent inwards, barely managing to support him and his cock twitching, still at full mast.

-Intriguing. – Brona commented after taking another sip from his pint. – Huh…should brew some more…

-What are you even talki…? – Tugg asked, before he was so rudely interrupted.

Raeder let out a howl. An ear piercing, primal howl, reducing the wolf to a more primal state of being, connecting him to his bestial ancestors. At least, that is what he would describe it as. Tugg, one the other hand, sitting on the floor would rather describe it as a faggot wolf getting his rocks off. Whoever may be correct here, Tugg's hypothesis may have proved itself right, as Raeder started ejaculating, shot after shot. Unfortunately, Tugg stood at the wrong end of this display as each string of cum managed to find its way on his hands and face.

-For fuck's sake, you depraved…-Tugg started violently coughing as cum found its way to his mouth.

Bron let out a light chuckle as Tugg got up, spitting. He stood in front of the still ejaculating wolf and punched him square in the gut one final time. His howl quickly rose in pitch and he came once more. Raeder collapsed onto Tugg's fist, completely out of breath with his eyes crossed and cheeks puffed up, slowly flattening as the wolf opened his mouth and let his tongue waging left and right.

-Pff…queer.

Disgusted by the display, Tugg spat on the wolf. His fist, still deep in Raeder's gut, engulfed in tissue, tingled. There was a spasm. Tugg's eyes grew wide. Raeder gritted his teeth once again and he let out his final shot of cum, hitting the ram's arm and shoes.

-For fuck's sake!

He threw the wolf on the ground, landing face first on the floor. Completely immobilized and tired out, Reader was out cold. Brona stepped over the slumbering canine and put a kettle of water over a small fire place.

-You want a pint, Tugg?

-…yeah, sure, whatever…-Tugg answered, eyeing the naked wolf on the floor.

-You know… - Brona said as he took out some coffee beans and started crushing them into powder. – You should probably get him out of here. I think we have an appointment soon.

-...fine …-Tugg sighed.

He took one last stare and Raeder and kicked him the ribs. The wolf contracted to one side but didn't wake up.

-That's for touching my horns, you mistake of a wolf. – He picked the wolf, threw him over his shoulder and grabbed his clothes. – I'll leave him in the alley and I'm gonna take a shower.

-You do that…-Brona said as he inhaled the sent of the coffee dust.

-Damn faggot. Touching my horns. You don't touch another man's horns. Fucking creep. – Tugg murmured to himself as he left the building.

Brona, now alone, poured the hot water into his pint and added the ground coffee. He stirred the liquid, after which he added a bit of milk and honey. He took a sip and declared it excellent.

 He circled his office, trying to decide on the best way to clean up, when he heard the front door bell ring. With a steady step he entered the waiting room.

-Welcome to “Brona's Curse and Charm Removal". I am Brona. How can I be of assistance?

In the doorway stood an orc, examining the room, trying to think of a way to best approach the subject matter.

-Hey…I think I might be cursed...-he started, his voice a bit wavy.

-How do you figure? – Brona asked, taking a sip from his coffee and leaning on the wall.

-I…I keep getting hit in the balls…can…can you do something about it?

-Mmm…-Brona stirred his coffee, looking at the brownish liquid. – I can try.