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Dongfeng's Fourwinds Wandering Ale. Tsumi Moogle '14 Characters © Themselves

To see a lull in the ongoings among the lands of Azeroth was a wonderous thing. As close to a tenuous peace as there could be in such trying times. There were precious few things that could bring together the many varied races of the equally varied lands; Rampant Disaster; Elemental Swarms; Cultist Uprisings and booze. And booze was a notoriously powerful swayer of people's hearts.

Brewfest was then, one of Arbel's favoured holiday seasons. To visit outside the gates of orgrimmar, watching rosey-cheeked adventurers veering dangerously atop the backs of great horned rams, delivering barrels back and forth through Durotar. Aiding in the swarming arrival of the darkale dwarves and their mole machines before the halls of Stormwind. Even going so far as to find his way through the depths of Black Rock Depths to punch out some notorious dark iron dwarf, simply to make off with his booze. Goblins paid quite well, after all.

But the newest arrival of the hallowed season of brewed hops and malt had found the young lepin adventurer among a busy bar, far from his usual stomping grounds on Azeroth.

The call for adventurers among the lands of Pandaria had been great, and he had been among the many to put his hand up for exploring the magnificent, long-hidden lands.

As the young rabbit tugged at the large wooden stein, drawing a great swig of the cool golden brew, he marvelled at the rich flavour, the wash of varied and delectable flavours, the balance of them all working in delectable harmony..

A harmony that was otherwise non-existant in the rather crowded pub. Brewfest, a rather unheard of tradition to the Pandaren (Who considered it to be a rather outrageous oversight on their part), was in full swing on the newly discovered lands. And the numerous brewers had taken to the celebrations with a gusto. Everywhere, brew bubbled freely from kegs and casks. Great mugs slide along well-polished bar-tops, and raucous laughter and story telling filled the air.

The young buck didn't often allow himself the pelasure of being the one getting tanked. Given his relation with a sword and shield was rather intimate, being a warrior. However, in the couple weeks of brewfest, he was only too happy to let loose. His armor hung among dozens more in an entrance room, leaving him shirtless. A pair of pants, his thick greaves, and some leather gloves reaching down his arms all he wore. His recently oiled blade lay against the bar at his feet, ignored and wholly without purpose in the busy and rather friendly inn.

Manning the bar was a wisened and rather stout pandaren. Thick-built and greying about his muzzle, he chuckled as he took the rabbit's empty mug.

'You appear to have enjoyed To's Heavenly Brew. Let me pour you another, I think you might enjoy.' rumbled the great ursine critter, earning a simple nod and smile from the rabbit. Arbel's eyes passed from the pandaren, along the wide expanse. A table housing an assortment of adventurers racing one another to down their drinks as a gnome danced in just his underwear, A naga, beyond them nursing from a finer glass, silent under a hood. In a corner, a great gnoll with ebon fur and a thick braid hauled a keg overhead, getting near as much of the brew over himself, as he managed to get inside his mouth. The crowd surrounding the latter cheered, roaring with laughter at the thunderous belch escaping the rather plied beast, rattling the necklace of bone and a single, bleached skull on his chest.

A heavy -Plonk- brought the rabbit's slightly hazey eyes back to the mug being settled before him again. Sidling over a few silver coins, Arbel blinked at the pandaren resting his fingers on the coins to slide them back.

'This one, my young friend, is on the house as you say. A new experience is always a wonderful gift, both to give, and to get.' smiled the panda. 'Not to mention, I am out of To's Heavenly Brew. This is a mix of my own. I call it Dongfeng's Fourwinds Wandering Ale. Most who try it, find themselves waking at the whims of the Fourwinds, having wandered a great distance. Many speak of seeing wandering spirits as well. You will have to tell me of your travels.' The pandaren chuckled, hefting an empty barrel over his shoulder and heading back behind a door in the bar to fetch more brew. A rather tall-for-his kind Virmen took his place to serve drinks, screeching orders back at people to double-check them.

Blinking and murmuring a slightly slurred word of thanks, Arbel took the mug, sniffing over it gently. The brew held a slightly honeyed smell. A little fruity, with a slight tang of malt.

Smacking his lips, he found a partner to toast with, another pandaren, this one, a young Monk, judging by the barrel on his back and the staff rested on the bar. And tipping the mug back, he took a slow drink, finding the flavours bursting in his mouth, spreading a rich warmth and a rather smothering haze over his mind. The drink was exquisite, and the latent burn of the alcohol spoke of its potency.

To say the least, the rabbit was feeling pretty smashed. He rested the mug on the counter again, hiccuping and laughing at his own sudden lameness as his muscles, struggled to meet his brain's suddenly slothen firings.

The world swam, and the lights dancing, flickering in the handsome paper lanterns around the bar seemed to swim, and shift. Like sprites and wisps, they moved before his eyes, leaving behind the lanterns, still aglow. Several danced about his head, lilting and skimming his fingers as the rabbit lifted a hand to grasp after one. There were others, small shadows, or even bodies among the crowd he hadn't noticed. Slinking like smoke among the crowds, stealing sips of drinks, draping along the forms of the inebriated, or altering cards on the table where the human and orc were gambling.

Arbel would have been quite content to sit back and watch the new element to the evening's proceedings, one of the sprite like creatures settling on his shoulder, ..until a body padded into the pub, weaving gently around an exiting mob of Worgen.

He wasn't sure why, but his eyes were drawn to the figure. He was not usually one to admire a fellow adventurer, albeit he had met several mages and priestesses who in their flowing robes had made a rather distinct impression upon him.. He near never regarded males in the same way.. But this one, this one was different.

There were no flowing robes to speak of, An assortment of handsomely crafted, and rather brewfest-themed armor clad his form, though rather sparingly. He must have left his weapon in the room prior, though there was a large keg tied to his back by a thick rope slung over his shoulder and chest.. He seemed to be of the same lepine race that Arbel belonged, save he was taller. Thicker, without being bulky, with a pair of rather handsome deer-buck antlers. They stood rather like a crown overhead, giving creedance to the bucks apparent draw.. And behind him, tucked quite tight to his back were an unmistakable pair of feathered wings..

The tall creature stood still for a moment or two, before his jade green eyes turned upon Arbel's form. Catching, holding the smaller rabbit's gaze, his handsomely sculpted face relaxed into a soft grin, and spanning the pub in smooth and easy strides, the leather-clad buck sidled into the chair beside Arbel, just as the young tauren Shaman slid off it with a hiccup, thoroughly sloshed and down for the count.

Swallowing gently, Arbel took his mug a little numbly to hand, sipping at it again and realizing the wisps, and the great buck before him grew into sharper detail.. The chocolatey fur of the strange hybrid stood in contrast to the whites, and mocchas and auburn shades over his form.

The accents on his armor became more defined, rather fine stuff, trimmed with gold and beaded with proper jade. What he had learned of the Pandaren language told him the print running vertically over the tall buck's left breast read; 'Bei' Without even realizing he was, the young Lapine spoke to the tall figure. Or at the least, attempted to.

'You're.. ..You're a..' Arby hiccuped gently, his mug starting to tilt. The buck caught it, holding it steady with a soft grin.

'You've heard of me..?' came the smooth tone of the tall buck. With a soft giggle, Arby nodded his head, taking another drink and sitting the mug on the counter. Where had he heard of the creature? Oh yes, the goblin outside of Orgrimmar. He hadn't purchased those ridiculous goggles, so he was sure the little green figure'd been pulling at his leg...

'Willy- ..Pertle.. Wattlepot..' The young adventurer slurred, before smacking his lips, taking a breath. The word came to him at last as he looked into those jade eyes. 'Wolpertinger.' There was no shade of surprise on Bei's face. He evidently knew what he was, quite well.

'Bingo.' Smiled the tall hybrid, leaning an arm on the bar. 'And you, my young friend, are quite drunk.'

'nawh. Just need somefin' to eat. Pandaralien don' have no.. ..no peanuts, like home.' Arbel hiccuped, looking for a moment for something to settle his sloshing stomach. Aside from a couple of bottles of condiments, there was nothing to be had. He would have to order actual food.. And the tiny part of his brain that was not booze-addled considered the notion that the kitchen would be closed. That, and the peddling noodle vendors were every 10 feet along the road outside.

Attempting to consider this notion, the young adventurer tried to slide off his chair. His legs however, were quite adamant in trying out their best imitation of a flan, and wobbled considerably.

The Wolpertinger's arms caught him before the floor did, and easing the young buck back to his chair, laughed anew. 'Maybe you should stay put for a little until your head clears.' winked the large buck. Arbel squirmed in his chair. His cheeks, already very red, had grown even more so for the strong feel of Bei's arms around him. The embrace had been fleeting, but quite enjoyable, especially with the rather handsome smell the hybrid exhuded.

'You smell really good..' the bunny grinned, leaning his cheek on a hand, smiling up to his saviour. 'Y'want somefin' t'drink? My stout.' Arbel's hand managed to get his coin-satchel onto the counter where he dropped it, spilling a couple silver with a clatter. The wolpertinger grinned gently.

'No, no. I'm quite fine.. I've been enjoying the festivities rather as much as you have. I think I can hold my liquor a little better though.' He said quite modestly, adjusting the weighty keg on his back. It gave a faint slosh, nearly full by the sound of it..

'Shame, I really want t'buy you a drink. You're really handsome.' grinned the bunny adventurer, not even aware of what he was saying. The pandaren beside him apparently did, grinning at those words, shaking his head. The Wolpertinger smiled, apparently endeared by the dopey, earnest words.

'You are adorable. I could just eat you up.' Bei smiled, stroking over Arbel's perky ears, and cupping his cheek. Leaning in slowly, he gently brushed noses with the bunny, eminating a low rumble in his chest. The blushing rabbit laughed dopily. 'You'd be sober in no time f'you did that. Where would the fun be?'

'Well, the squirms for one. And then I could drink even more.' considered the rabbit, beginning to groom a tender tongue along the sloshed Adventurer's cheek.

The sensation made Arbel's fur tingle, and stand slowly on edge. It was a rather savorable touch, and leaning into it, he found himself kissing the buck's tongue. His words about how it was a silly notion, that the buck couldn't fit him, lost to his inebriated state, and the voice in the back of his mind telling him how much he wanted to kiss the Wolpertinger.

That made the tall figure's eyes widen a little, but he eased into it soon enough, tilting his head into a gentle kiss with the smaller buck. Gently grasping his cheek and finding the young adventurer to be a rather sloppy creature, he smirked, and deepened the kiss slowly, muzzle parting to guide Arbel's tongue inwards.. Soon followed by his lips, his nose, his whole muzzle.

And with his eyes lidded, the young adventurer moaned. The tongue brushing his lips, his tongue as he dabbed against it. It seemed to spread a supple warmth over his face.. Maybe that was the Wolpertinger's breath.. He wasn't sure.. But it felt nice. Driven as he was by the alcohol in his system, Arbel went with it. Content to let the four winds guide him.

And they were guiding him in. As the Wolpertinger slowly spread his jaws further. No one else apparently noticed, as the Wolper tinger's hand moved from cheek to shoulder, and the other slowly scooped under Arbel's backside. Drawing the bunny from his stool and onto his lap, Bei's tongue undulated, tracing the lines of the wholly drunk bunny's jaw and throat.

His own throat in turn unfolded with considerable ease, slick and smooth, at least to those that were cognizent of tactile sensation. Rolling in tender waves, satiny as the smoothest silk, tight enough to embrace every inch of the young adventurer, yet supple enough not to dissuade him from moving..

Without a tongue in his muzzle, Arbel's muzzle was free to moan. He still lipped after a muzzle his drunken mind was envisioning, and only too happy to consider being right infront of him, as that smooth warmth soaked over his form. It must have been the booze speaking to his ability to sense vertigo, as it felt as though he were surely upside down.. But that couldn't be true..

The feel of Bei's hands, stroking his side, grasping and kneading his rump were undeniable, even as they began to snake down the back of his pants, loosening and slowly sliding the well worn cotton free.

The Wolpertinger rumbled low as his gullet slowly swelled with the bulges of his adorable young meal slithering inwards. The bashful squirms and struggles of the drunk bunny making the shapely hips stir, and the legs curl faintly. Grinning about his sizeable mouthful of trim abdomen, Bei unclipped and removed the thick greaves, and then slowly slid the pants free, worming them off the lamely stirring legs.. And with another smooth swallow, his jaws framed the young buck's hips, tongue beginning to trace and coil bulge of Arbel's shaft. Perhaps it was something within the brew, or Arbel's own constitution, but he was certainly no sufferer of whisky-dick.

The velvety embrace brought a shining moment of clarity to the gullet-bound adventurer. Pleasure thrumming through his body, he arched his back, finding his muzzle bound by something snug and taut. Initially thinking it to be Bei's muzzle, his eyes slowly fluttered open, finding nothing in his vision, except a deep inky blackness. The thick warmth that had wrapped itself around him, grew as the wolpertinger had with more alcohol; Into sharper focus. The way it undulated, grinding over his form, tracing inwards inexorably..

Confusion took over his mind for but a moment, until the Wolpertinger's tongue continued lazily toying, squeezing, tracing the buck's groin. Rolling his balls, sliding them over the back of his silken tongue and curling his tongue back, toying between snug rump-cheeks whilst his rather strong hands straightened the stirring legs.

Arbel slowly began to peice things together, bit by bit, almost at the same pace that the Wolpertinger's gullet drained his legs inch by inch. He curled over slowly, with the snug walls supporting about behind him, wrinkled and thick and slimey. The air where he was hung with the unmistakable tang of booze.. And when he felt the last of the comparatively cooler air of the bar sinking away into the stiffling atmosphere he was in, he gasped. It had clicked, just like Bei's jaws as they shut.

'W-Wait..! Wattlepot-! Pertdinger..! Thing! Stop..!' He slurred in a moment's hesitant struggle as his legs were slowly squeezed down, wrung out into the stomach with the rest of him.

The world began tossing and jostling for several moments as he struggled about. If the young buck had thought himself incapable before, trying to upright himself in this place, in constant motion proved utterly impossible..

Feeling a weight kneading over his back, he realized vaguely that Bei had begin kneading him over. The wolpertinger purring with delight at the full weight the meal had given him.

'Mmmnhh.. certainly not, young adventurer, you feel far too nice in there.. and beer-basted as you are, well.. you are a treat to savor. Now then, do me a favour and keep struggling, won't you..?'

Arbel squirmed, spluttering in the thick heat. It helped abate his drunken state somewhat, and thinking for a moment, he clenched a fist. His gauntlets had not been tugged off, little sympathy it was.. thought it permitted him one fortune. The small metal plate on the back of his hand glowed a gentle white, illuminating the scarlets and pinks of the stomach in constant motion around him. Pushing a hand against the wall, he tried valiantly to be noticed. But there was no hint of noise from outside that suggested anyone had seen anything..

Though he was not entirely correct. One other person had noticed the Wolpertinger. The barkeep smirked faintly at the rabbit-laden wolpertinger. Fixing another round of drinks for the adventurers nearby, he watched as Bei tugged the large keg from his back onto the counter, and popping its top, scooped a large mug full.

'You will have to let Xi and Nan savor him too.' chuckled the panda as he watched the Wolpertinger slowly drain his mug, before wiping his muzzle and nodding.

'And then you, I suppose?' hiccuped the rabbit as his stomach struggled and sloshed rather animatedly.

'His four-wind adventure would not be complete otherwise.' smiled the panda, licking his lips thoughtfully.

Within the wolpertinger, Arbel gasped at the sudden rush of alcohol being poured over his form. A much fruitier mix than he'd tried that week, it was rather strawberryish, tangy.. And his glowing gauntlet illuminated something else swimming in the rich pink-purple mix he was now settled in. A small, fuzzy orb, gently bumping against him as the stomach churned.