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[center][I]Here's the tale of Asthur the Grand Vindicator, a warrior unsatisfied by his class and losing all he was in his vain quest for power.[/I]

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[I]DING![/I][B][I]

Asthur – Level 100 Warrior - The Grand Vindicator

[/I][/B]The massive polar bear watched the same notification screen as usual. With one mug of beer in one hand and the other on the display, Asthur quickly moved his fingers to check his stats and notifications. None of the two had changed; none was different. It was still the same name, the same circumstances, the same stuck level.

“Still maudlin?" prompted a voice on his right.

He might have been in a party of four, all sitting around the same old game table, bare one, as they did a few years ago before their first expedition in the north… But everything had changed: they were avoided by the customers, the inn had changed hands, and he could barely recognize the people roaming the main room. But Asthur?

He was better, sure. Older? As confirmed by his beard and his fatter belly. More skilled? He had learned a trick or two during their adventures. But different? He was still that same polar bear warrior, with the same green eyes focusing on that display screen that hadn't changed.

Which made his gaze on his partner, Ronald, all the more frustrating. The Human had started as the party's rogue, a mere pickpocket who, through chance, had tagged along. But now, he was the finest rogue on that side of the continent with a pull in every thieves' guild.

In fact, all of his teammates were the same: Eleana, the shy Catfolk bookworm, was practically an archmagi respected by all scholars. Devor, their solemn cleric, who hadn't even deigned to join them, too busy flaunting his status as an appointed apostle within his church.

“What if I am?" gruffly answered Asthur, daring not to raise his voice higher while he took another swig and sighed.

“You know you cannot force 'is. It'll happen, sure as heck! Ain't it right, Eleana?"

She turned to the concerned with a puff from her pipe and nodded.

“Yes. All this proves the system is fair and that you will one day be granted its blessing. You have to wait," nodded along the Catfolk, her pantherine fur glimmering.

“Easy to say that for you, I am still stuck as a warrior for years! All you tell me is “wait"!" grumbled the Bear, suddenly straightening his back and putting his hand on the table.

“Asthur! Calm down! It ain't the end! You're still with us all!" said Ronald, sweet as honey.

But the Polar Bear was tired of hearing the exact commiserating words without finding any peace. It would have been all right and egoistical if they were stuck, too. But no, he was the only one in that situation.

“I need a break," he said with a growl, pushing against the table to extirpate his massive frame from his crampy chair. Without the wood to bite in his chainmail-protected side, Asthur was already feeling better. But not enough not to stomp on the way out, forcing people to stray away from the burly and fully-clad fighter, lest they faced that scowl from above. Being a Polar bear approaching the 7 feet tall was an advantage if he desired to be intimidating.

It also made it more difficult to find comfort and solace as people stayed away from him. Ordinary people, the civilians, were afraid of him, and rightfully so. But it was a pain when he was not exactly looking for comfort from his fellows but passersby. The formers were the source of his pain at the moment…

Which left him with the sole cold comfort of a bottle and his stalwart hound by his side in a back alley. Nobody would bother him, or even ask about his exploits. Here, he was like a bum, a well-armored bum, but a bum nonetheless.

“You understand me, Spade," grumbled Asthur as he scratched his hound's chin, watching the Juar Hound wag his enormous tail while still lying on the ground. “You're not like them. Judging me when they get the occasion."

With a growl, Asthur took another swig and reclined against the wall. Yeah, he was still better than inside the Inn. It was a tad chill but perfect with his fur. And he had Spade who…

“What?" in his inebriated state, Asthur still noticed the movement… Moreso, he noticed how Spade grabbed his thigh and… Humped it. He watched it with surprised eyes and observed how his Hound, almost as big as a human, was tightly holding onto his legs and rubbing against it.

“What?" he repeated, trying to kick Spade off his leg, only to have his pet jumping on its hind legs until it recovered its balance and returned.

“Knock it off!" he shouted that time, setting the bottle away so he could push against his Hound's shoulders. He pushed, pushed, even lifted, and... in a yelp, Spade left the leg but remained close by.

“I'm not your bitch," grumbled the Polar Bear, wiping off the precum sticking to the plate covering his legs. It had a staunch smell, which assaulted his nose right as he sniffed it. Hence, he growled and wiped it off while he watched his pet. Spade panted, barely staying on his legs… And. Yes, the red tip beneath his hairy belly couldn't be mistaken.

“Don't look at me like this. I know you're alone, but it's not my problem," groaned Asthur, watching Spade's plaintive eyes and dropping lips. Was… he sad?

“Don't try; I'm not gonna do this for you," he continued, hearing the whines coming from his hound as he lifted his paw and scratched against the armor.

“You fucker. This… this is only once!" he warned as he undid his right gauntlet, undoing the attachments and straps. First went the plates and then the chainmail. The bear's hand was entirely exposed and revealed. Clawed digits, large black paws against his white fur, and a delicate thumb that easily slid beneath Spade's belly.

He passed his index against some warm and sticky skin: what he assumed to be Spade's cock. He touched it, stroked it… Felt the pulse right by his paw when he pressed the leathery skin against the organ. It was extremely warm. And heavier than he assumed it to be. It was stranger, too.

Asthur wasn't one to lack experiences. During his adventures, men or women shared his bed, and his presence had blessed many a brothel. But... with something bestial?

He inhaled sharply, suddenly hit by a realization. He was stroking a dog's dick; he was stroking his dog's dick. And it felt all right. He expected it to be slimy or something else, to have a disgusting stench like when Spade took a bath. But it wasn't. And he stroked it, pumping the stiff shaft in his hand. He also noticed how his Hound's eyes were fixated on him, observing each of his movements.

“Do- Don't comment, Spade," slurred Asthur, his eyes looking away as he shifted his grip.

Through his own shame, Asthur had to admit it wasn't mere benevolence or delirium. He was touching Spade. It helped, sure. But there was also a curiosity that was growing deeper as he grazed the pulsating organ. Beneath his thumb were revealed veins, bumps, little spines, and outlines that differed from his kin or human genitals. It had a spade at its tip; it had a less tube-like form with a heavier tip than in the middle.

But near the base, the shaft started to thicken again, and when his index touched the fur, he found the skin to be movable, revealing how wide that base could be.

“Haha… So- So that's a knot," he mouthed with a little smile and a smirk.

It was definitely a knot, but not swollen. But with enough inside, he could squeeze it and…

Spade whined.

Asthur released his grip, going higher and getting back to the stroke as he turned to his Hound. Did he hurt h-

“HRMPHHH!" he almost cried but managed to keep his mouth shut as his Hound's tongue assaulted him. Broad, scratching with spines, and dripping, it slathered his pristine fur with saliva while lapping most of his face: nose, eyes, eyebrows, lips, even ears.

Whatever Spade was doing, it made Asthur raise his other hand to try to push Spade away.

“Stop! Stop it, Sp- Mphhhhmmm!"

Stiffled, gagged, silenced.

Asthur's eyes widened when his dog's tongue was plunged into his mouth, and he was forced to endure it. It… it reeked of rotten flesh and foul breath. But even as he grabbed his hound's head and tried to push it away, he found no purchase and only more probing from his pet.

It pushed, and pushed... and pushed again until his beast overpowered him, and he could breathe only a trickle of air. His eyes started to roll and unfocus, losing touch.

[I]DING!

[/I]Asthur's ears recognized that sound. Well enough, he had the reflex to look up. Even choking, with his hands gripping the Hound by the head and the dick, he looked up to see what it was.

A notification screen. There it was. With the words, he had been waiting.

[B][I]Class change available!

>Yes No

[/I][/B]Asthur's eyes widened at the sight. Something he had been waiting for so long, so so long. He couldn't care any less about the situation. Of the moment, of the fight he had with his Hound. He released the hand he had on Spade's genitals and extended it forward. He couldn't wait and… Pressed it.

[I]DING!

[/I]The screen window disappeared and changed.

Yet… Asthur wasn't looking at it. Instead, he looked at his hand. He watched it glimmer in the faint moonlight, watched the dripping liquid all over it. He watched the beads it formed, how the precum rolled graciously on his fur and fingers.

More than that, his nose caught the strong perfume as he brought it to it. He smeared it against his nose, his mind suddenly caught by a sudden high. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated… And more than that, he felt his body move on its own. How? Why?

Still, his body moved while his Hound finally pulled its tongue out and barked. It barked and seemed rather satisfied as it pranced back and watched its bitch slowly peel back the layers of that armor. One after another, the metal was stripped, and the plates were thrown aside. Second after second, more of that furry and husky body was revealed from the muscular and tense chest to the broad arms, the fat thighs, the round gut… And well, those genitals.

“What's… Happening?" mumbled the Bear as a heatwave overtook him. He burned within, he was overheating in the middle of the night, yet he was stripping… And not feeling any better from it. Worse than that, he was stripping in front of his Hound that had been throatfucking him an instant before.

Yet, he couldn't find any reason why he shouldn't, as he reclined, turned, and twisted, ending up on his hands and knees with his plump backside presented to the hound.

Fluffy, hairy, lovely, those were the adjectives some partners had used to describe it. Even cute as he possessed a little tail above those firm buttcheeks.

But at the moment, the sole epithet his partner could say was a bark. One loud, sure to attract the population as Spade jumped on Asthur's. With its paws, it scratched and tried to find any support from the Bear's wide back. It pulled away strands of white hair while it kept barking and growling at the bitch. It wasn't love or anything like that: Spade proved it by presenting its red dick against the tight orifice and… Thrust.

“Ah! Stop!" cried Asthur, suddenly sobering up. He felt the wide tip push against his asshole and pried it open without any mercy. It was painful, of course. But more than that, Spade remained unrelenting as it pressed against the orifice and… Managed to push within it.

[I]DING!

[/I]The sound echoed within Asthur's mind as he heard the notification sound. He clenched his eyes, unable to see what was in front of him as the hound started to pound his ass and abuse it.

[I]DING!

DING!

DING!

[/I]The sound continued, echoing the hammering against his prostate. And with it, the pain, the displeasure, the horror of being fucked by Spade was replaced by… Bliss.

Bliss, pleasure, and satisfaction as his muscles relinquished under the assault. He should have been in pain, but he was elated… Ecstatic at the sensation of the hound's legs pressing against his… Of those thighs pressing against his backside, of that knot pressing against his rim and forcing it to open, to welcome that girth, to usher in orgasm and heaven.

[I]DING!

[/I]He shouldn't have… But Asthur opened his eyes, mouth, and mind to what was before him. The notification screen was out in the open, gracing him as he felt cum drip from his stiff cock and furry belly.

[B][I]New Skill Unlocked: Dog Fucker Level IX

New Skill Unlocked: Bitch Scent Level VII

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DING!

[/I][B][I]Asthur – Level 6 Beast Initiate[/I][/B]

Asthur exhaled as he passed his fingers on the notification screen, watching the empty skill list except for those he had received the day before. He grunted and grumbled as he watched it before he quickly swiped the screen to erase it as he heard footsteps.

“Well. Any changes?" asked Devor, a golden Dragonborn, with a solemn expression.

“None. I feel so useless," mumbled Asthur, ashamed to say more of what was on his mind, so he turned to face away from Devor and toward his other allies.

“It is strange. I can feel the change in your status, but I don't know why you can't get any more levels. We are in the strongest area around the town. Do you have any curses status?" continued the Dragonborn, seemingly keeping his distance from Asthur with his raised nose, offended.

“I don't. I don't have much information, Devor. It… Kinda happened while I was drunk. I don't know much about what happened," Asthur lied, blurting those words and stumbling upon them. He couldn't tell Devor the truth, nor any of his teammates.

But he was… So ashamed.

He was ashamed, yet he was reminded of his shame whenever he looked down to see Spade keeping watch close by. It wouldn't leave his side, even to attack one of the many Dragonoids hanging around the swamp.

Worse, Asthur couldn't fight anymore. With his class changes, his stats had been reduced to nothing: strength, charisma, dexterity, wisdom… The only thing he had kept was his constitution, which even seemed to have increased a bit, somehow.

“You cannot level; your stats have been reduced to zero… And you have lost proficiency with all your gear. Admit it, this is peculiar. Perhaps there is a condition for you to fulfill to increase your levels?"

“Perhaps," mumbled the Polar Bear before he raised his arms. “Hey, Eleana! Ronald! It's useless!"

“What? What a bunch of bollocks!" shouted the Human, instantly to be smacked on the head by their mage as she approached, and wrinkled her nose. She quickly stepped back once she got the confirmation that Asthur's wasn't leveling up from their intense farming.

“Fine. If it can't help, I'll search the library about that Beast Master class."

“And I'll ask the clergy if they've encountered a case like you," added Devor.

With those excuses, Ronald was the only one who remained around, and yet, he fidgeted around the Polar Bear, looking at his feet.

“You can leave, too. I'm sure you'd rather be somewhere else!"

“Bullshit! I wanna help you!" said the Rogue, lifting his eyes up to meet Asthur, to meet that fleeing gaze.

“I'm... fine. Go get them; I need some moment alone," the Fighter mumbled, stepping away from the human. Somehow, he hoped Ronald would follow him and help him.

But the human didn't, and instead… Asthur company was Spade's, barking and dogging around with his nose up as if to smell something. Or someone.

The Polar Bear couldn't help it as he glanced at the Bitch Scent status window… He couldn't deactivate it. Anyone with a fine nose could smell it… But only Spade seemed to enjoy it as he happily barked…

And happily sniffed it when the Polar Bear started to strip in the middle of a meadow, far from the main road. The air was still chill but musty and thick. Rotting plants and still water were around, providing one of the less pleasant atmospheres for the Polar Bear.

Yet, he… He had to test this again. That was how he had unlocked this class; perhaps it was linked to leveling up, he thought.

He stripped, already feeling the mutt's cold muzzle pressing against his ass and… Licking it.

“Knock it off!" mumbled Asthur, trying to summon the stats windows and-

[I]DING!

[/I][B][I]Asthur – Level 7 Beast Initiate

[/I][/B]His traits sank as he watched the screen appear, and the confirmation followed. All the while, his Dog kept licking… With each, he saw the experience bar fill up. For a moment, Asthur stood red-faced while holding onto his pants, not daring to drop them while his Hound was around him… And yet unable to pull them up.

“What… Will I do Spade? I cannot have you fuck me until… Well. I reached the highest level. And I need skills, too," mumbled the Polar Bear with a sullen voice. Experience was always more difficult to earn with one's level, and skills were essential to fighting. He couldn't…

[I]DING!

[/I]Asthur saw another notification window appear, his eyes wandering on it before he was pulled away from it. There was a rustle, a move. Instinctively, he pulled on his pants and elicited a whine from Spade as he turned toward the sound. His friends were gone, and there were few travelers in the swamps… Hence, it could only be a Bandit or a Monster.

With his legs spread from years of practice, the Polar Bear pulled his one-handed sword out of his sheath and held it up with two hands. The tip trembled as he faced the rustling sound.

“Please… Please… Please…" he mouthed, a twinge of terror in the back of his mind.

He didn't want to die for something so stupid. He had no way to survive in that state, and unarmored. He didn't want to be killed off while away from his team and for stupid reasons.

Finally, it appeared.

The beast, the creature. A black-scaled Drake stomped out of the bushes with a bulky form. It was big, enormous even. Its scales were pristine, and its horn atop its muzzle was sharp and large. It was a male, potentially an alpha.

“I fucking regret it! I was fine as a Fighter! I want to go back!" cried the Polar Bear, his ears dropping and his expression crumbling as he pointed towards the Drake. In his state, he couldn't fight it. Even Spade, growling as it was, was no fight for that beast.

And run? In a swamp? That was stupid.

“I promise, Goddess… I'll be-“

[I]DING!

[/I]The notification sound occurred again, followed by the notification screen. Or rather two, layered and linked.

[B][I]You are in the presence of an Alpha. Bitch Scent increased by 50%

Alpha Black Drake Level 46 wants to join you.

>Yes No

[/I][/B]Asthur looked at the screen, his arms and hands dropping. Then back at the Drake, with its intrigued red eyes.

“That's… … That's… That's a surprise," he mumbled, going from surprise to surprise. A class change, a loss of stats, an inability to level up by fighting, and… a beast wanting to join his party.

He huffed, smiled, and laughed even as he pressed yes immediately. Anything would be better than dying stupidly, thought Asthur.

[I]DING!

[/I][B][I]New Party Formed: Asthur's husbands.

Members: Asthur (Pet), Spade (Arthur's Master), Alpha Black Drake (Leader)

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“What the?" mouthed Asthur as he turned to the screen, deciphering the words… Only to hear the sounds of stomping legs and of the Drake approaching. The behemoth of scales and muscles wasn't discrete or even cautious; it ran towards Asthur.

He turned, tried to run, tried to jump… But the Alpha's chest hit and knocked him down.

“FUCK!" he cried, dropping head and chest first on the ground with his arms outstretched, feeling the pain and soreness of his abused muscles. That beast was a brute, something he would have to handle later.

But as he pushed against the ground and rolled, he no longer saw the daylight.

Above him, the beast cast a large shadow, hiding away the sun and the canopy from Asthur. It towered above the fighter while growling and grunting. Its muzzle looked down. Hot air escaped those nostrils right onto the Polar Bear's face, and a paw pressed on the man's armor, with the claws pressing against the steel.

“N- No! NO! Don't do- AHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhuh?" screamed the Bear with his arms up as the claw dug through the cloths. But they didn't hurt him; they didn't as much as graze his skin and fur as they were suddenly exposed, and his gear turned into shredded bits.

He opened his eyes, lowering his arms to see the beast… And.

[I]DING!

[/I][B][I]New Skill Unlocked! Dragon Fucker I

New Skill Unlocked! Size Resilience I

New Skill Unlocked! Puny Manhood (Unique)

[/I][/B]“… Please. Don't… Don't do this," mouthed the Polar Bear as he watched it. The girth, the mast, the pulse, the red hue, the tense skin, the veins delineated, the spines all over the corona, the gaping pisshole, the precum. He saw it above him, a monster of a cock almost as big as his torso. An organ that started with a wide base and grew thinner until it reached the tip with a pointy tip. But even then… That “thin tip" was as large as the Polar Bear's arm. Polar Bear who gulped as he watched the organ above… And smelled the strong reptilian Musk emanating from the beast.

One scent grew stronger when a large bead formed at the cocktip, and one round translucent orb grew and formed... and dropped on the Polar Bear's face, splashing his muzzle with the sticky liquid.

[I]DING!

[/I][B][I]Asthur – Level 9 Beast Initiate

[/I][/B]He gasped from the surprise, gasping for air as the liquid stuck to his nostrils and almost clogged them. He even gasped as he watched the screen level. From a mere drop… He had gained two levels.

Two… entire levels from a simple droplet hitting his face. And.

[I]DING!

[/I][B][I]Asthur – Level 12 Beast Initiate

[/I][/B]Another droplet hit him across the face, this time in his mouth. He gargled, not expecting such a mouthful, and fought, but in the end, he swallowed a part and spat the rest, coughing on the ground as the Drake remained above him, growling yet expecting.

Something the Polar Bear knew as he outstretched his hand towards the veiny skin to grab it.

“This… is once in a lifetime. After that, we disband, okay?" mouthed the Fighter, unaware if he would truly follow what he said.

Instead, he exhaled and extended his neck towards the bulging and pulsating shaft. He stuck out his tongue and…

[I]DING!

[/I]The notification screen echoed, but he closed his eyes. He didn't want to know for how much he was whoring himself to a monster, a beast, a mere pet. Yet, he extended his tongue and gave another lick… And another.

[I]DING!

DING!

DING!

[/I]The sound continued to pepper each of his actions as he kept licking the pulsating shaft and clinging to it. But the more he licked it, the more that strong reptilian perfume became enjoyable. He even felt his own hard dick pressing against the monster's stiff shaft as he hugged the organ and pressed himself closer to it.

“Hhh… This… Isn't so bad," he mumbled, opening his eyes to see the skin covered with layers and layers of sweat, precum, piss, and even semen. A mix he had been licking and enjoying. He… Swallowed.

[I]DING!

[/I][B][I]New Skill Unlocked! Bitch Diet III

[/I][/B]He gulped again at the sight… The skill name wasn't so kind to him. But simultaneously, his stomach started getting warmer with each lick and swallow. Each gulp down the drain was met with another surge of heat and satisfaction that nearly took him over. It was a craving.

There was no other way to describe it. He was craving for it, craving for that bestial cock and the fluids coming from them. It didn't matter if it was disgusting, terrible or shameful. The Polar Bear still extended his tongue and collected more fluid while the Alpha Drake above growled but relented. More than that, more of that precum started to pour from the creature's urethra on that dick before it fell on the Polar Bear and drenched his fur. It was… A boon.

[I]DING!

DING!

DING!

[/I]Showered with fluids, the Polar Bear no longer cared whether or not to give in to that perversion as he hugged that dick. He was getting levels, skills, and anything he had desired and sought before. More than that, he felt revigorated. His soreness from falling, from wearing his armor, or walking around.

He embraced the thirst and craving and welcomed the fluids dripping over his face.

More than that, he started to grip the massive organ while the Drake rubbed it against him.

[I]DING!

DING!

DING!

[/I]He gripped, his arms closed around the pulsating organ without letting go of it. Even he started to clench his legs while the creature roared above. It cried, too, its neck extended up to the sky, declaiming its power and status. Something primal rang in Asthur's heart as he watched the creature squirm and move. But then, the pulse by his hands and legs grew stronger. He sensed how blood rushed through the veins, carrying that blood and might. He touched them and felt them like cords beneath the skin, completed by a slight tremor.

The Drake humped harder, its legs pushing and nearly crushing Asthur, who remained oblivious to it, to the applied strength while he kept gorging himself. But he was aware of the creature's sensations and outcries.

He could even… Share the sensation, of feel the pleasure in his groin, the slight pressure within his testicles when he was about to reach an orgasm… He bit his lips and pressed his head against the shaft, entirely rubbing his torso and body against it while the monster humped and growled and… Roared.

It roared again, its cry making every beast, every bird, every man flee the woods… Until remained the silence, the panting, and … yes, the semen.

It poured in buckets.

[B][I]

[/I][/B]It poured on his face like burning hot magma in a flow that nearly drowned him. It flowed, spurted, and spewed with such intensity that Asthur soon found himself lying in a puddle of the Drake's making. And instead of fighting against this, he swallowed drop after drop, encouraged by the noise of the constant notifications.

[I]DING!

DING!

DING!

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“Okay. I admit they are useful. But they're slow, and you reek…" said Eleana as they remained seated in the wagon's back. With Devor and Ronald in the front, handling the horses and watching the map, Eleana and Asthur remained in the back with Spade by his side. He glanced beyond the bags and chests towards the cohort of beasts following them. Drake, Bicorn, and even a Bear were tagging along and forcing the group to change pace.

However, even using a cart wasn't enough for the beasts, who were constantly tired and calling for breaks, getting on people's nerves. But not Asthur as he smiled to himself, glancing at the stat window.

[B][I]Asthur – Beast Lover 76

[/I][/B]Only a few more levels and he would have caught up with the rest of the group, or so he thought as he looked above and noticed Eleana's glare.

“What?" he asked, surprised with a raised brow.

“When I talk, I'd like to be listened to. But you're too busy watching your new fancy stats," the catfolk added with a scowl. “And parading your new pets. We caught all the strays on the way."

“You cannot understand, they're important to me," answered Asthur, frowning.

“Aye! Ya meet 'em an' you get all buddy buddy in your corner! How'da ya explain that?" asked Ronald, peeling his head off the map to look at the duo. Many times, he had almost walked into Asthur and his lovers.

“I told you, it's my new class. It allows me to keep them. And I cannot level without them!"

“And when you're reaching the 100, what will you do? Keep them with us? Hey, listen to me."

Eleana snapped, trying to get Asthur's attention… Especially as the man's hands and eyes had been on Spades' belly, rubbing just like he wanted. Just like his hubby desired it. Yes, it was good, maybe-

“Fuck! I told you he's been a deadweight since that change!"

“My friend, we must accept the new situation. Asthur is still a valuable member of our group and has always been," retorted Devor, righteous as ever.

“Yes, and why you're always staying upwind?" retorted the catfolk, hissing.

“Hrmph! Because I am… inconvenienced by beasts!" said the Dragonborn, holding onto the reins.

“Fine!" suddenly shouted Eleana, throwing hands. For such a shy cat before, she had become such a bitch ready to throw fits, thought Asthur… But he couldn't care. “I'll say it! I know what you're doing, Asthur!"

The Polar bear's eyes widened at the indication, fixating on the Catfolk, who looked infuriated.

“Wha-T?"

“I finally found out about your class. And I know what you did with Spades!"

“Hoho. So, everything's getting out? What's in it, Eleana? Tell us!" chuckled the Rogue, his bust turned to face the two.

“No, I won't tell you. But Asthur will," she answered, turning to the ashamed and… Afraid Polar Bear. They couldn't understand. And if it were known, they would… They could.

“I won't," mumbled the old Fighter, frowning at the cat.

“Well. It's no issue if I take out my anger on your pets, then? You have so many, and I am so angry with your-“

“NO! YOU WON'T HURT THEM!" shouted the Polar Bear, jumping on his feet.

“So… Tell the others," glared back Eleana, her slitted eyes contracted.

Asthur looked to his right, watching Devor pull on the reins to stop the beasts and halt the carriage. He also looked at Ronald, glancing at them, smiling because he was a bastard enjoying some drama.

The Polar Bear gulped, then frowned.

“I don't owe you anything," he finally said, turning toward the back, where he had stowed his bags.

“Fine, I'll-“

“I'm leaving you all, happy?" said Asthur, throwing the first bag he grabbed over his shoulders. He heard the clang of his broken gear against his shoulder, then of his gold.

“Come on! Tell us what's biting at you!" said Ronald.

“We are committed to this adventure together. We must work together," continued the Dragonborn.

“Plus. It ain't such a big deal, right Eleana?"

But Eleana merely huffed and glanced at the Polar Bear, ready to jump. The old Warrior had already whistled for Spade to follow him.

“When I was in deep shit, not leveling, you only offered me empty words. Yes, Eleana… I fucked with those beasts. But at least I found I enjoyed something in my life despite being a cold-hearted bitch of a bookworm!" finally spat Asthur.

But as the members of his group gasped in surprise, he pointed at Devor.

“You are so self-righteous you didn't notice what was happening, nor you cared why I felt so bad! And you, Ronald!"

Asthur took a deep breath, watched the human, and then shook his head. His finger dropped.

“No… You are a good friend. You enjoy brothels too much, but at least you tried. But yeah. I'm done with all of you!"

With that, he jumped off the carriage while flipping the bird behind him. His balance was a tad fucked up from the weight, as his stats were still skewed toward the constitution, but he managed to stay upright and advance.

“That's right! Go fuck your dog, and don't ever come to see us!"

“At least he can fuck someone and not piss himself!" retorted Asthur, not looking back.

If he did, he would have seen the mage casting a spell only to be jumped on by Ronald… It ended with a little scuffle and a thrown fireball towards the sky. Instead, Asthur stepped off the road while followed by his beasts…

He descended the trail, his bag pressing on his back and the raging cries coming from afar until he heard a familiar noise.

[I]DING!

[/I][B][I]A new class specialization is available: Lone Beast Lover. Would you proceed?

> Yes No

[/I][/B]He didn't wait to press yes.

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“Hmmm… Yes. I see the issue with your beast. You haven't been handling his issues well… Don't worry, I know how to fix that," grumbled Asthur, his knees in the dirt. His not-so-pristine fur would be matted, but nothing a proper tongue bath would fix.

And so, the Polar bear progressed underneath the enormous Bettle Mount. Without a fail, or even looking, Asthur found the spot where was the creature's slit, huddled between two chitinous growth.

He didn't wait, his fingers sliding against the opening, rubbing it, and… Yes, pushing it. The Bettle needed it, had been wanting for a mating for how long… Its master had never granted it its release, and it was only way later that he finally called on an expert.

Asthur.

Nobody knew beasts like he did, nor loved them like he did. Many coined him as a depraved and a pervert, living far off in his cave surrounded by all lovers. But they were all too eager to ask for his help whenever one of their beasts was too reticent to work with them. It's not like they could be decent and treat those hard-working beasts fairly or even show them proper love. But Asthur knew they couldn't.

They didn't… Understand.

And so, he merely embraced his craft as he guided the erect shaft out of its slit. A long, elongated, and slightly bending organ. It had a curve near the base and another near the top, making it point toward the same direction despite the shift…

Its perfume was enticing, enthralling, with trails of sticky fluids joining it with the open slit. Its purple skin was so delicate, almost silky to the touch, and deliciously cold. Never before had Asthur been with an insect.

[I]DING!

[/I][B][I]New Skill Unlocked: Insect Lover I

[/I][/B]His eyes widened with delight as he leaned forward to give a kiss to the thin cocktip. He barely gave any attention to the human fighter that had been fidgeting all that time at the sight of the slutty and paunch Polar Bear.

“Can you fix this?" the human asked, his voice betraying his young age. How such an idiot could have found that stud?

“Fix this?" huffed the Polar Bear, turning. He then raised his ass to rub it against the bettle's belly. That chitinous spot should be overly sensitive, and so he pressed it while his bitch scent activated and enticed the creature to answer that primal need… And take what it should have been granted.

The Bettle pushed within, finding in Asthur a silky, moist hole ready to be penetrated and abused. Yet, as it pressed on, it was to find how ridiculously tense and tight that cunt was. It wasn't the orifice of someone who had been fucked days and nights by monsters bigger than him… Yet, here it was.

“I can help him, but I cannot fix what's necessary. He's… Hrmph. A stud. A male in all his glory. He needs a lover, a partner… Someone who can shower him with love."

“I—... I believe you," the adventurer mumbled, taken aback by Asthur's zealous tone.

“No, you don't, harshly answered the Polar Bear, about to answer.

But he couldn't, not when the Beetle's dick spearheaded his prostate. A loud, clear, and powerful cry escaped the Polar Bear as the magnificent dick drummed against his prostate like so many beasts had done before. Only them… Could satisfy him like they did. He had tried… He had tried to come back to a Brothel under a false name and identity. He had bought a whore; he had paid a man… But neither hole, neither attention, neither nudging could equal the satisfaction.

[I]DING!

DING!

[/I]The sounds of unlocked skills echoed in the back, completing his just reward as that beast above him abused his tightened orifice. Yes… Nothing from the two-legged could compare to the utter and potent sensation of a beast's belly against his body, hefty, and crushing him. He had the bliss of knowing his place within the world.

Something the adventurer couldn't get.

“You cannot get what… it is to live in servitude and never to be given attention. Or to have a rough master whose brutality leaves you sore and raw. They're not as dumb as people think… And they're hurt," heaved and gasped Asthur, lowering his head against the ground while raising his butt… The beetle was going inside with a vengeance. “Yes… Take your frustration out. You deserve it," moaned the Polar Bear, the creature's chittering passing through his spine and muscles until…

Until a sludge of fluids, cum among many, filled the Polar Bear. A flood, a flow, a potent wave that instantly made his bulging gut go round and his legs weaker from the assault. Yet, he locked his knees and elbows, keeping himself steady despite his wantings.

In that situation, the Beetle's needs had precedence. It was the Beetle's moment, and it was relief.

So… He kept his body high while the creature humped and chittered, its weak wings flapping and lifting the chitin while its head swerved left and right… But then, it finally pulled back. Slowly… Carefully, leaving behind that sludge that would soon harden and keep the Polar Bear plugged for a few hours… Nothing too painful or difficult for him, especially as his mouth was also made to please and satisfy beasts.

“Here… Your Beetle should feel better. But you have to find him a partner or someone who can handle those needs," groaned the Polar Bear, slowly crawling from below the creature's belly, his fur and body covered with grime.

He was satisfied despite the soreness in his backside, spread apart by the massive plug. He clapped his hands with a grin, nodding.

“Any questions?" he asked, turning to the pimple-faced human.

“Uh… None. If… if it happens, can I ask you to handle this?"

To the question, Asthur looked above and grimaced a moment. Then, he turned to the insect, watching how it seemed relaxed with its slow movement. Even its wings were sliding off from beneath the shell. He smiled, rubbing the creature's horn.

“Of course. Anything for a stud like him," he chuckled with his whole teeth out, ready to do anything for those poor mou-

“Asthur?"

That voice was… Familiar. Years after, it was still the same. The same is true with the deep rumbling notes; the hoarse touches in the way he said the R. The Polar Bear frowned, nodding to the adventurer who quickly gathered his reins to lead his pacified mount away…

Before Asthur turned and felt his jaw drop.

“So… You're the Beast Master," said the Dragonborn shyly.

The last time Asthur saw Devor, he was clad in robes and steel, fully outfitted for a crusade up north. Right now, the man wore nothing but a chasuble, one whose wear and tear was visible, while leading a horse with a hand on the collar. His sleeves almost ripped apart while the skirt unraveled, revealing the man was going barefoot. Where was his noble armor?

“Long time no see, old friend," continued Devor, approaching with a smile.

“What are you doing here, Devor? Are you not too busy answering to Bahamut's whims?" grumbled the Polar Bear, crossing his arms and glancing at the Dragonborn offering a hand. A hand that backed away after an awkward silence.

“I am sorry about Eleana and how we departed on bad terms. It was another of her fits, and we couldn't stop either of you," mumbled Devor, fidgeting and dancing on his toes.

“That's why you're here? To present your excuses and invite me to join you back? The issue wasn't Eleana. And it's too late," grumbled the Polar Bear, tapping the ground with his feet.

“You have not changed, Asthur. Why are you so difficult?" mumbled the Dragonborn, approaching and raising a hand, extending it towards the Polar Bear's muzzle.

Asthur immediately swatted it away and returned to his crossed arms, uncaring about the clientele waiting.

“I have not changed, and I won't. I'm not going back with you; I am happy with my lovers… And my life, now," answered Asthur, looking at the cave where he had set his “home". He didn't need more in his life, but his lovers' care and their warm meals pushed right into his guts.

“I am not here to drag you back into adventuring, Asthur. I came here to present you to someone special to me," explained the Dragonborn, stepping back to guide the horse forward. That one was a stallion in its prime—brown coat, clean fur, golden nose ring, braided mane, uncut tail… More than that, that creature wasn't anxious but rather relaxed and... unbridled.

“Asthur. I want to present you, my husband," said Devor, smiling.

Asthur blinked, going from his old partner's then to the horse… Horse he reached and stroked the nose. The beast was calm, but his masculine scent was already tickling the Bear's nose.

“When you left… I did some searching and questioned myself. During that period, I searched for something, the faith you seemed to have in yourself… And I found the Order of the Great Caged Dragon," explained Devor, joining Asthur and even kissing the Horse's neck.

The Great Caged Dragon. He had already interacted with them. Their love was dedicated to their Horses… But they were a grade above the other adventurers who didn't care for their beasts' needs. They were… Passionate about their steeds.

But that was a surprise Devor joined them.

“You joined them?"

“And I married him," said the Dragonborn, reaching for his chasuble to lift it. He was naked, underneath, except for a tight golden cage around his genitals, keeping that cock and those testicles in check within the tiny bars. “But we came here for your benediction, Asthur."

“Why is that?" continued Asthur, moving aside to check the Horse's barrel and noticing right away that stud's dark and equine cock had already filled up with blood, erect and ready to be used. He kneeled under the Horse, soon to be joined by Devor going on all fours, too.

“The Order asked me to prove the strength of our bond between me and my husband. And…"

With a sigh, Devor reached for that erect cock, passing a delicate scalie finger below. He pushed beneath it, raising it higher, towards Asthur's mouth.

“Would you please do us the honor of pleasing my husband? Tales of your skill go far and wide; he has been waiting for it for so long."

Asthur watched the flare presented to him. Its pungent perfume stroked his nostrils; the effluvium made his mouth water and his mind almost go blank before he faced Devor, seeing his old partner.

Indeed, the Dragonborn had changed. His stern attitude had changed for one of a benevolent priest, and humility had been drawn on his traits. Finding a beastly lover made his life better, and so it did for Asthur's.

They had been drawn to conflict and fights, ever so squabbling due to pettiness and sideway remarks… But now, it seemed they were united in something simple and beautiful. Classes, skills, power, it didn't matter anymore.

“Of course, Devor. But please, join me. Let's work together, old friend," said Asthur with a kind smile while he went on his side of the equine dick and felt its veins beneath the leather skin. The taste of the Dragonborn's saliva remained strongly impregnated amidst the sweat, piss, and precum… He sighed in delight at the raw taste, his tongue licking and dancing over the length as Devor joined him.

And soon, they were both working to please that stud, their fingers tangling around the sloshing and hefty testicles to bolster and massage them… They both rubbed their noses against one another… And soon, their tongues danced and rubbed against one another as they plunged within the horse's urethra, finding in it a trove of musky and hearty cum.

There was no need for Asthur to say more, as he watched the notification Windows.

[B][I]Asthur – Beast Wife 100

Will you bless the couple Devor – Horse bitch 100 | Ayaur – Horse Stallion 100?

> Yes No

[/I][/B]

Asthur closed his eyes, happily tying his tongue with his friend as he pressed a yes… And was welcomed by his day's first meal.