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.