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Hey ya'll, I'm gonna be uploading some real old DOTA 2 fan-fiction from a few years ago, over the next few days. I posted these on my tumblr http://defenseoftheanal.tumblr.com back when, and they were -definitely- written on my phone. There's probably some spelling mistakes or weird tenses because of this, but I'm way too embarrassed to read my old writing. So Enjoy!

Ymir let out an annoyed sigh as he picked his way through the trees. In truth it hadn't been much of a battle; a rout early on left the Dire scattered and unable to recover, just the advantage the Radiant needed to secure valley. Nonetheless, the Radiant still paid him out his full mercenary fee, which let the walrus continue his decadent lifestyle. "Come searchin' for a real brawl-a and this is how it ends up." He remarked to a passing treant, his thick almost Swedish accent adding a twang to every word. The magical construct just stared straight ahead unthinkingly. "Pah!" He tugged at the collar of his linen undershirt in annoyance; the abnormally hot day compounding with his hyperborean body left his underfur drenched in a heavy layer of sweat.

"A nice-a ice shower would feel good right now-a." He rumbled to himself as he crested a ridge and caught sight of the Radiant communal barracks. It was really only a barracks in name, a tremendous building formed of interconnecting trees and forest crystals - it was not unlike a palace really, affording the heroes every luxury. He shouldered his way through the heavy oak double doors into the public room, only to find a few of his teammates already present. A large square room with a central firepit cut into the floor surrounded by carved wooden benches was what greeted him, sunlight streaming through smoked crystal glass windows. Clockwerk was in his usual corner, doing his usual thing - polishing his suit of armor. The Keen Folk was especially small, even for his diminutive race, and he waved an oil coated rag at Ymir in salute. Rylai had meanwhile draped herself across one of the many benches, her fingers slowly massaged her temples, evidently as affected by the heat as Ymir. Yurnero was nowhere to be seen, but the walrus had expected that; the masked swordsman never seemed to eat or even sleep. He unbuckled his massive gauntlet and hung it on a wall-peg next to his ice axe, flexing his fingers in the open air.

He let his tongue hang out lazily from between his two big tusks in an attempt to assuage the heat as he picked his way across the hall, opening the door to the communal sauna and bath. As was the case with the rest of the barracks, the Radiant built their washroom lavishly, long streams of light filtering through high crystal ceilings to scatter bright colors all over the wooden floor. The washroom was attended by a trio of treants to cater to the heroes' every whim. "Strip me." Ymir stated plainly, extending both his arms out at 90 degree angles. At one point he found the whole process quite strange, but after being stripped down over and over again by the automatons had left him mostly bored by the whole process. The chubby male scratched his armpit lewdly as the treants removed his lower armor, stepping out of each leg in time. The treants backed away, neatly piling Ymir's armor off to the side before resuming their former positions.

The walrus stood fully naked, turning to admire his round frame in the looking glass. He ran several thick fingers through his sweaty stomach fur, rumbling a bit as he stroked over the curve of it. Hefting his belly he cupped his furred ballsac in his palm, the hairy folds easily spilling over the sides of his paw. "Ah still got it." He said with a loud laugh. Giving the head of his uncut length a light pinch he tugged his foreskin pulled it back, revealing a bright pink tip.

"Having a little personal time eh Ymir?" A mirthful voice called out from behind him, the walrus jumping and covering his groin with a paw. Mangix the brewmaster stood in the doorframe to the sauna, the chubby ursine propped up against it and completely nude. "Just-a looking for some cuts or scrapes- Ah might've missed." Ymir responded rather quickly, blushing underneath his white face fur. The walrus had an unabashed crush on Mangix, something the bear knew full well - and exploited. "Yer a terrible liar, boy. It's a wonder you can hold yer booze so well." Mangix replied with a grin, running his hand over the curve of his own massive gut. He had quite the plan for his teammate, if the half-erect length suspended under his stomach was any indication. Ymir felt his eyes wandering to that filled out sheath on the other male before snapping back to the bear's furry face. "Having trouble seeing straight?" The bear teased, wiggling his hips a little, causing that sheath to bounce up and slap against the underside of his belly. "What say you join me in the sauna, eh?" The walrus snapped out of his stupor, his muzzle closing for the first time since seeing Mangix. He found his cocksure attitude returning, looking incredulously at the other chubby male. "Why in the world would I-ah want to use the sauna on a day like today-a?" He said in a steady tone, his slowly hardening erection betraying his thoughts. "Because I have me a celebratory cask of Icewrack mead stashed away, and you know how it always stays cold. Much as I could drink it all myself, that would be quite a lonely celebration, yah?" He added, standing sideways so Ymir could drink in the combination of his hairy belly and voluptuous ass at the same time.

"I suppose so, kind-a hard to find Icewrack mead down here-a." Ymir responded a little too eagerly and stepped forward. Mangix clapped him on the shoulder with a laugh. "That's my boy! Who knows, yeh might even get lucky!" He boomed with a slap to his wide jiggling belly. The walrus stepped into the small wooden room and was immediately blasted with a wall of heat, sweat immediately beading on his furred eyebrows. "It's-a so damn hot in here-a." He gasped out, settling his fat frame down a lower bench. Mangix followed with another hearty chuckle, closing the door behind him and hefting a large barrel from behind it onto his shoulder. "Don't worry, this will set you right." The brewmaster carried the cask over and set it on a higher tiered bench, the metal tap jutting over the side to hang at muzzle height with Ymir. "I forgot how cold this stuff can really be-a." Ymir marveled, running a couple thick digits over the wooden surface. Mangix sat down hard next to him, the wood groaning under his massive weight. "Don't have any cups though, but I'm sure you've drank from your share of taps, yeah?" The walrus nodded, obviously not having any containers on his nude body. "So what should we drink to? An easily won victory-a?" He asked, scooting his already soaked-in-sweat cheeks closer to the keg. "As good as any reason to drink." The brewmaster said authoritatively, watching as Ymir placed his muzzle under the tap. Mangix flipped the tap on, the golden fluid flowing freely from the keg, splattering down his throat and all over his muzzle, the liquid quickly staining his white face-fur.

Mangix quickly moved his own muzzle in to join his teammate's, pressing his chubby jowls right up against Ymir's and pulling him into a kiss. The mead meanwhile splashes over their lips, each of them slurping up the drink even while making out messily. The drink gave off a cool mist as it covered each of them, Mangix eventually reaching up and turning the tap off. Ymir gasped as the kiss broke off, panting heavily. The room seemed to spin around him and his vision was blurring around the edges a bit.

"Wow-a. You hit hard." Ymir added with a hard pat to the wooden barrel. "Refreshing though, and makes the sauna feel like a winter's day." The brewmaster intoned, running a paw down his fat stomach. "Some of the mead spilled on my stomach, shouldn't let it go to waste right?" Ymir simply nodded with a grin, his fat ass jiggling as he slid off the bench and onto his haunches, pressing his face right into that musky belly. Mangix leaned back against the bench, opening his mouth underneath the tap and flipping it open again. Ymir got right to work, running that flat broad tongue over the other male's tummy, tasting the cool drink mingling with the other male's sweat to form a blissful flavor on the walrus' tastebuds. He licked up and down that broad belly, even slurping the liquid from the bear's belly button before tracing his way upward. Meanwhile, the brewmaster just kept drinking, gulping the icy fluid down, the large amount of liquid slowly expanding his fat gullet out even more. Ymir brought his his fat lips up to one of those thick nipples, pulling the broad tip into his muzzle. Mangix coughed a little on the drink, a wave of mead cascading down his form and soaking into the walrus' headfur. The bear leaned his head back, letting the fluid flow down his neck and upper body and Ymir simply opened his and let the fluid flow down his throat, giving that nipple teasing licks now and again.

The walrus was in bliss. The Icewrack mead was doing a number on his head, and the alcohol mixing with large bear's sweat soon had him rock-hard and drooling pre onto the sauna floor. Mangix let his sausage-like fingers trail down to his own groin, lightly pulling on his fat member as Ymir drank off his chest. "There's even more mean spilled down below, why don't you drink it up too?" Mangix rumbled, gently pressing on the top of his partner's head with his free hand. Ymir simply went along with it, bending his muzzle down and taking the head of the bear's member in between his tusks. He shoved his tongue deep in that foreskin, slurping up more of the other male's musk. The walrus shifted into a sitting position and scooted forward, running his tongue down the bear's length to his testicles, sucking the flavor of soaked in mead from those furred orbs.

Mangix pressed his footpaw right up against Ymir's own rock-hard cock, grinding that head heavily against the walrus's large stomach, causing pre to drool between his toes. "Got quite a mouth on you boy. They teach you that up at Cobalt?" The bear rumbled out contentedly, mead still running down his chest and trickling onto the wooden floor. Ymir dug right back in, suckling that fat cockhead and drinking any pre that manages to drool out. He stood up slowly, keeping his mouth still latched on and wrapping a paw and slowly jerking that thick length. Standing up fully, Ymir turned around, bending a bit at the knees and rubbing that fat dick in between his massive buttcheeks. "Shut-cher mouth and fuck me already-a. I know you want it-a as much as me Mangix." He barked out, practically begging the brewmaster to fuck him.

Mangix gripped the base of his cock in one hand and reached out with the other, drawing a line of pre through the walrus' sweaty ass-fur and lining it up with that inviting hole. Ymir shivered and leaned back on it, grunting a little to himself as the broad head pops itself inside him. "Oh fuck-a, it's just as big as I imagined." The walrus moaned and pressed himself down slowly inch by inch, the bear's length drizzling precum all the way. The brewmaster leaned forward and grabbed that ample backside, pressing Ymir down even harder onto his dick, the mead long forgotten and just pouring out onto the floorboards. The air soon filled with small gasps and the slaps of flesh on flesh, fat hips meeting fat ass and rippling all the way. An already hot sauna was made even warmer by the two rutting males, the bear pounding away happily, eventually pulling the walrus fully into his lap and lewdly making out with him, even with that big member still lodged inside him. "You've been thinking about this awhile haven't you Ymir?" He said teasingly, wrapping an arm around his chubby lover and pinching a fat nipple between his claws.

Ymir didn't respond, lost in the rapture of the whole situation, his mouth agape and drooling down his chest. He wrapped a paw around his own uncut shaft, stroking it even while bouncing up and down on that wide lap. "Keep this up and I'll be fillin' you up from this end too." The bear moaned out, relishing in the tight confines of his lover's passage. Regardless of Mangix's feelings, Ymir was the first to cum, his whole body shuddering as his thick seed splattered over the wooden floor. His ass clamped down at the exact same moment, attempting to milk that thick bear length for all its worth. With a hard push down Mangix released his orgasm, pumping hot streams of semen deep within the walrus' ass, and filling his bowels to the limit.

Ymir sighed and rotated on Mangix's lap slowly, keeping the bear's member still sheathed inside him. He simply rolled his hips forward and squished his spent member between those two fat bellies, drawing the bear into a lewd kiss. "It was everything I expected-a." The walrus whimpered out, cuddling in close to his newfound boyfriend. "This means your my boyfriend now-a, right?"