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There was a loud, echoing roar that pinged off the metal walls of the tavern as a charr slammed down his tenth tankard of beer. Across from him, a born grinned toothily, before he tightened the bandana that kept his hair out of his eyes. All around them, charr and norn alike were cheering on the two, the crowd growing louder as the visitor from the mountains took up his tenth tankard, before swinging it back and chugging it loudly.

"Ya'know, it was a bad idea challenging me," The charr chuckled out, and flashed the norn a toothy grin. He tipped the next mug into his maw, swallowing the bubbly brew into his gut. He let out a heavy belch, which caused the norn across from him to blink in surprise before he put on a determined smirk.

"I was about to say the same thing, you know," the crowd of norn watched as their champion quaffed the next beer. He slammed his free fist into the table as the surrounding charr booed as they quickly shuttled the next beer to their own champion. "Your pals are getting antsy, Ghost-eye." He leaned forward to try and intimidate his rival, "They know your limit better than you do." The norn's face was close enough to the charr's that he could smell the alcohol on his breath, and his upper lip twitched in agitation.

With the next tankard in his claws, Ghost-eye tossed back the swill and let out a thunderous belch, smearing his mouth with the back of his hand. Jagged teeth glinted in the dim light of the tavern as he patted his gut, "I've got plenty of space left, Snidil." He cocked his head and put on his toothy grin as he watched his rival frown with disgust. Ghost-eye shuffled in his seat and leaned back before he unbuckled his trousers. His gut sagged down over the waistline to punctuate the statement, despite the norn's massive frown.

The moment his next beer arrived, Snidil snatched it from the waitress and drained the contents into his gullet, before he let out a low groan and hunched over the table. The contest was taking its toll on the norn's body, and his eyes struggled to focus on the charr in front of him. His stomach felt bloated, and he let out a horrid belch and shook him. He let out another burp and gripped the table with both hands before he saw Ghost-eyes' entourage hand him his next tankard, which he guzzled down with little effort.

"It's your turn," the big bellied charr rumbled, the smug look on his face taunting Snidil as the charr spectators came closer to the table, and slid the next mug of swill before the norn. The pale skinned man eyed the mug for a few long moments before his fingers wrapped slowly around it and brought it to his lips. His bravado quickly drained, as his stomach gurgled and he let out a sour burp; the norn's face hit the table with a dull thump as the charr cheered and started to drink again, while Snidil's supporters slid to the edges of the tavern so the charr could have their fun.

Ghost-eye snorted in amusement as he got up from the table, tightening his belly so he wouldn't lose his drawers as he moved over to the defeated norn, pushing his head up with his claws as he grinned down at his opponent. Snidil was seeing double, thanks to the overabundance of alcohol, and he let out an annoyed groan, his face drooping. "Screw you," the drunk norn slurred out, as Ghost-eye picked his head up by the jaw.

"I was sorta hopin' you'd say that." The charr chuffed with amusement, "After all...We had a bet, didn't we? I could do whatever I want with ya." He snickered, his crooked teeth not matching the expression on his face as he picked the norn up and placed him flat on his back on the table in front of the reveling crowd. "So. I know how ya norn work. I want you to be a pretty kitty for me," he teases, "I'm planning to fuck a norn pussy for the first time, and I'm going to let all my pals watch."

"Are you crazy?" Snidil grumbled back at the charr, "Ya got knocked around too much, I reckon, I don't got a-" he was silenced as Ghost-eye picked him up out of his chair and pushed him onto the table so he was facing upwards. The charr cracked his knuckles, inspecting the inebriated norn before he dug his claws into his clothing and started to pry them off of his body. The norn didn't struggle noticeably, either too drunk or accepting of his fate, it wasn't clear thanks to the queasy look on his face.

As more of his clothing was discarded, the crowd that had stuck around began to notice Ghost-eye's treatment of his rival, drunken patrons mumbling slurred words to one another before the norn was left on the table, as naked as the day he was born. One of the chairs chuffed and snickered at the sight, "He's gonna freeze t' death like that, Ghost-eye," she turned her head to peer at the victor, as he shuffled his claws across his own trousers.

"I know what I'm on about, don'tcha worry sweet cheeks." The charr leaned over Snidil and pressed their hips together firmly. Snidil shuffled for a moment and belched once before he realized there was a growing warmth pressing against his ass, causing the norn to let out a grunt of confusion and annoyance.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doin' back there, exactly?" He asked, twisting his head and wincing, realizing that the earlier drinking binge had thrown off his sense of balance completely, and he dug his fingers into the table as the charr's sheath rolled back and prodded his tip between his cheeks. Snidil let out a wheeze before he struggled under the charr's weight, feeling his blob of a gut pin him against the wooden table.

"Claiming my prize. Well. Half of it, anyway." Ghost-eye replied with a dry chuckle, and he ran his claws slowly down across the norn's sides, just to feel him squirm under his gut. "We had a bet, cub, and now I get to do what I want with ya." The statement made Snidil squirm uncomfortably, letting out a rebellious grunt as a reply. He didn't fight back, though, Ghost-eye was right. He lost, and now was the time to pay.

"That doesn't mean I gotta enjoy it," The norn muttered before his back arched. The teasing had gone on for long enough, it seemed, and the charr smoothly pushed forward, his tapered tip slowly inched past Snidil's anus, spreading him as he let out a hiss of discomfort. The charr's length pulsed within him, and he slowly raked his claws down the norn's sides, thin red lines marking where he had scraped across his sensitive skin.

"Yer too fragile like this," Ghost-eye insisted, "I know you can be better than this." He raised his hand and swatted the norn's rear, forcing a hiss of pain through the drunken man's teeth. Ghost-eye shifted his hips again, before he teased, "So, right now, loser, I want you to do your fancy magic and turn into one of those pussies I've seen your people trot in the snow as." The charr's fangs bared in a new grin, impish in every sense of the word.

Snidil froze, and he growled under his breath, "You're out of your damn mind!" The charr's reaction to this outburst was a second quick swat to his upturned ass before he leaned forward and dug his dick in deeper, precum oozing into the norn's hole. He remained silent and huffed lowly. He had lost the bet, after all, and he shuddered faintly, his body squirmed one way, then the other, before he growled out, "Fine. Fine. Fuck."

The norn's muscled tensed as he channeled the energy needed for his transformation, and moments later, his muscles swelled, what little remained of his clothing seemed to dissolve against his skin as fur quickly sprouted up through his pores and covered him with the same pelt that adorned a snow leopard. His fingertips dug into the table, and claws soon scraped against the already-damaged wood as his change reminded Ghost-eye of a hornless charr.

Snidil let out a low, animalistic growl as a signal that his transformation had finished, and Ghost-eye thrust forward with a sudden lurch of his hips, forcing the snow leopard to dig his claws further into the table, wooden curls forming as the charr started an easy pace with his rival. Every bump and thrust of his hips forced a near-inaudible 'poff' sound to come from between them as their furred bodies bounced against each other.

Ghost-eye grinned as his balls swung forward and slapped against Snidil's, and he spread his legs just so the patrons behind them to could the way the charr's heavy balls slapped against the other pair's, dwarfing them in size and causing them to jerk forward, especially when Ghost-eye took this moment to drive deeper into the norn's backside, his barbed tip grinding roughly against his prostate and forcing arousal to shudder up his victim's spine.

Every thrust and grind excited Ghost-eye as he drove himself to the hilt with every shove of his hips, yet he knew there was more he wanted to do. Ghost-eye halted within Snidil, and ground his hips steadily, forcing his dick to rub up against the norn's prostate even more, which made his rival inadvertently purr in pleasure, his body starting to enjoy it even if his mind insisted that he should despise the act. As the charr ground his hips back and forth and kept his mind on what was going on under his tail, another charr slowly walked around the both of them, before he hoisted himself onto the table. Snidil's eyes couldn't focus properly on the new charr in front of him, but it seemed as though his very outline shimmered to him.

This new charr's claws gripped the snow leopard's muzzle and opened it as Snidil let out an involuntary groan of pleasure, before the new charr's dick was placed onto his tongue. The snow leopard looked surprised, staring up at the glowing charr with confusion as the barbed, tapered length steadily pushed into his muzzle. Warmth flooded the Norn's mouth as his lips instinctively sealed around that second charr's tool, and his tongue, as raspy as it was as a snow leopard, trailed slowly across the tip and coaxed out a bead of precum.

Ghost-eye let out another heavy growl, his arousal building as he dug his claws into the norn's skin, just enough split skin and let his blood lightly stain his pelt. A low snarl of pain escaped Snidil's throat, but between his legs, his length throbbed with pleasure. Strings of slippery precum drizzled the wooden floor, painting the floor and the underside of the table he was being fucked against. The charr in front of him snorted soundlessly, and pushed deeper into the norn's mouth, the barbed tip teasing, even gagging, the snow leopard.

"Heh, for a fake cat, you're not half bad," Ghost-eye growled out with pleasure, and he dug his claws deeper into Snidil's hips so he could tug him back into each thrust as he neared his peak. Every thrust felt more vicious to the snow leopard; every time the charr behind him tugged his hips back, his barbs raked deeper within his body, and each thrust forward felt like his prostate was getting slammed. Ghost-eye's dick twitched hard, at this point, sending more precum into his victim's tunnel before he lifted a hand and placed it on the back of the snow leopard's head. It forced Snidil's head down over more of the second charr's dick, and it pushed towards the back of his throat, digging into his gullet as Snidil gagged wetly around the cock.

The silent charr reached down and dug his fingers into the snow leopard's headfuzz and used his new leverage to force him down his dick. The barbed length tickled the back of Snidil's throat, forcing it to tighten as he let out a wet gag. The snow leopard's tail kinked up, and he snorted in frustration before the second charr drove his dick down his throat again, only, this time, he stayed buried inside to feel the gagging charr squeeze around his cock. Precum flowed inside, down towards his stomach before he yanked back and forced inside again.

Snidil's mind felt rattled as he was taken from both ends, only to feel embarrassed when his prostate got rammed against by Ghost-eye's cock. He felt his own dick twitch and drool a line of precum down to the floor, his body not only having grown accustomed to the charr's dick but enjoying it as well. His tail kinked again, this time in frustration, before the charr at his mouth jerked forward again, and forced his length into the norn's throat for another round of gagging. Another hot glob of precum drooled from Snidil's dick, and the charr behind him slapped at his furred rump.

"Looks like yer finally enjoying yourself...not much of a loss now, is it?" The charr laughed drunkenly, "A damn shame, too. I ain't helpin' you cum. Mmmh. Naw, my prize was gettin' to fill ya." He hunched over and started to drive his dick quickly up Snidil's backside, stretching his asshole open with every thrust. The barbed raked at him from the inside and only felt more intense as he got closer to his orgasm. Each rake of his barbs made the snow leopard snarl out, and his claws dug deep into the table as he wrenched his eyes shut.

The silent charr gripped Snidil by his ears and yanked him towards his groin as he let out a sibilant roar of pleasure. He punished the snow leopard's throat as his barbs flared and dug into the tender flesh of his gagging gullet, as thick strands of charr cum flowed inside and splattered deep into his belly. Glob after thick glob of spunk skipped over Snidil's tongue as his belly filled with unnatural warmth, and he wrenched his eyes shut while his nostrils flared, only able to gasp in a minuscule breath before his airway was blocked off by the twitching breeding tool.

The moment the charr finished in his mouth, the slid his cock away, bouncing it once off of the snow leopard's nose before he seemingly vanished into the crowd, though in Snidil's delirious state he could have sworn he saw small, purple butterflies for just a second. The pound under his tail made him focus on the charr behind him once again, and he clenched his asshole for Ghost-eye and his needy dick.

A low grunt and snarl heralded Ghost-eye's peak. His claws dug deep into Snidil's hips, rosettes of blood appearing in the transformed norn's fur as he yanked him back into each thrust. He drove in hard and his dick throbbed hard with pleasure. Hot, slippery precum ensured the snow leopard was slick and easy to fuck. The charr bared his teeth as his balls squeezed against his body as he teetered on the edge.

With a lewd, wet slap of the charr's hips, he hilted within Snidil, and roared out loud enough to momentarily stop the conversations in the bar and the snow leopard could feel every pair of eyes on the two of them. Ghost-eye's dick pulsed heavily within him, and he let out a short shout of surprise. Heat flooded into Snidil's body, and he gritted his teeth from the sensation. Thick, gooey cum squirted up into his body, and made the feline's fur stand up on end, each pulse of hot seed forced him to whimper under his breath constantly. He couldn't take his mind off the feeling of heat, how it crawled up into his guts and made him feel heavy in his core.

His focus on the heat made him finally yelp out in surprise, and Snidil's dick lurched several times before he squirted out long lines of seed across the floor, some of it sticking to the table he was leaned against and before he realized it, Ghost-eye yanked his dick out of the snow leopard while he let out a short laugh down at the norn. He watched his rival's asshole ooze with his hot seed, drooling down over his balls and across his inner thighs.

Ghost-eye slapped the norn's ass cheek and watched it jiggle for a moment before he let out a short yell of triumph, his fist in the air. The other charr in the bar mimicked the salute and roar as Snidil dropped his head on the table. "Are all ya done...?" Snidil hissed through his teeth before Ghost-eye snickered.

"I don't think you're gonna be done for a long time, buddy..."