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Gunn stalked through the forest near his home, gloomily observing his surroundings as his long legs let him shoot through the uneven woods. The night sky had not left enough light for a human to navigate by sight alone, but luckily Gunn was much more than a human.

He was considering his real place in things, how society had been seeing him and how he had been seeing society, trying to make sense of the world. A recent string of victories had allowed him to view the world in a more positive light, as well as himself as something capable of fighting in a more formidable and frightening manner.

Beside his lover, Gunn really wanted nothing more than to be a powerful warrior. Adventuring was always fun, and showing evil that it was going to be defeated created a consistent rush of joy and exhilaration, but all of that depend on him being a mighty warrior capable of protecting his world.

His eyes glowed with his deep contemplation as he passed by trees he had seen many times in his scant twenty years on the planet, the familiarity of these woods was bringing something close to contentedness to his dark heart as he began to run through them with a wild zest

The ,long legs of his 7' frame pushed him harder than any human could ever even hope to run, of course with his 300 lb frame that also meant he would have a lot of trouble stopping whenever he encountered an obstacle, which could be pretty often in a forest like this.

Stumps were his first enemy, but he could usually jump over or run around them, but everything fell apart when he encountered an even greater enemy. He saw the eyes first, glowing blue in the darkness. He had wanted to deny that he was seeing what he thought he was seeing, but the growl that came to follow let him know exactly who and what he would be facing here tonight.

The wolf went around the wilderness topless, letting the cold air touch his fur, and also displaying his muscular torso. His pants were simple brown duds, nothing especially flashy or fine in terms of make, but they managed to contain him and stay in tact . He had a pouch on his back and another on his belt, but were neither shoes nor gloves. His paws would always have contact with the air. He was not only enormous in height, but his black-furred form was also completely bound with strong muscles. Not the hard, heavy muscles of a slow-witted brute but with defined muscles that could twitch fast and strike with great force without telegraphing much of anything.

His claws were all around an inch in length, his hands as dexterous as any man's and his feet capable of keeping him firmly placed on nearly any terrain. His teeth were big and long, white as the clouds and capable of taking solid chunks out of flesh. But he did not fight with his teeth, his fighting style was based on the use of fist and metal that could be worn on a fist. He was quite good at it, too. Or at least he was if you asked him. Many others in the world may have disputed his status as a great fighter. But Gun didn't care for them, in his mind he knew that he could surpass any alleged great fighter.

He looks at the phantom glances and runs for them, finding nothing as he goes through the forest from tree to tree. His enemy seems difficult to locate, whenever he goes past one tree he finds only darkness, then another brief glow of those bright eyes, as well as the faintest shading of that greying fur. He was certain now, but he couldn't prove it to the satisfaction of the more rational parts of his brain.

Gunn began running even faster, chasing the phantom that had been haunting him, running so quickly that his claws were tearing apart the leaves and roots on the ground with each pattering of his mighty paw!

He was coming close, he knew, when he saw yet another phantom glance of the glowing blue and ran even faster than before, pushing himself until his lungs were burning just as hard as his legs, getting just past the tree line and then...nothing. He growled to himself in frustration...how could he possibly be so stupid as to miss that attack? Was he just b,lind? Were his senses of smell failing him as well? Suddenly he heard a crack, well at least his ears weren't failing him

He recognized the crack as the distinctive popping of knuckles, somebody was definitely preparing for a fight, and as he turned his head to loo, back and saw the wolf approaching him he could confirm that his suspicions were entirely correct,. He was staring dead straight into the face of his father, disappointed and unapproving as ever, as the old man cocked his fist and aimed it directly at the midsection of his son. Gunn wanted badly to react to it, but found that he could just barely swivel his hips before connection was made.

The results were catastrophic, the pain was increasing in a regular throb before the pooch was even done connecting and Gunn Was spitting out every breath he had just taken. The first went in almost in slow motion, he felt it in his abdominal wall first, the muscles were not properly tensed, so at least they weren't born at, but they were stretched improperly by the terrible impact from his father'S fist, and they went directly into his diaphragm.

He felt it in his guts nex, vaguely getting the sensation of pain in his midsection, enough for his hands to shoot toward the excruciating feeling to at least try to hold things in place, but that would be no good for now. The world was moving in slow motion, both his own reactions and those of his disapproving father would offer nothing in this exact moment, he could only passively observe the events going on.

He felt it next in his skin, the furred flesh was getting pulled in from the fist, and he finally started really doubling over. He met eyes with his father as his mouth was opening even wider, his eyes stupidly crossing in the pain...but he could see the doubled images of his father's smug expression as he leaned into the fist. He could feel not only the physical results, but the psychological as well, the punch did not just damage him, but left him as a complete disappointment in the judgement of his family.

He tried desperately to seem less stupid by rolling with it, but when he tried to move his torso at all he found that the fist inside of him was already wrist-deep. His body had not just failed against it, the fist had literally completely wrapped itself up in him, allowing for the blow to reach just way deeper than he would ever hope that it could, for his entire torso to just fall inward upon himself.

In his head he was trying to come up with some way to live with the new psychological burden, to tell himself that what had happened was a product of surprise and no more, that if he had prepared himself then there would be no way for his father to punch him like that and get away with it.

But that was all failing right now, especially in the face of his disappointed parental unit. He was just stupidly staring as he felt the first remove itself. Even that hurt, his organs suddenly moving to take the place of the fist that had been inside of him...at least his skin hadn't been broken,. Maybe if his dad had dusters on when he did that he would have broken skin, though. Gunn supposed that he was lucky to be alive.

The wolf in front of him was four inches shorter than Gunn at a tall but not extremely so 6'8. He was about the same weight, old age only adding to the tightly muscles frame, allowing for the elder Raeder to expand and become the shape of an absolutely terrifying fighter. The older wolf showed more grey in his once-black coat as he stepped into the moonlight to open his mouth at the disappointing son

"Your really need to keep your abdominal muscles flexed" began the elder wolf, slowly, terribly pulling his fist away from the place where it had made contact with his son "You never know when someone is going to just walk up and punch you in the gut"

Gunn leaned chin onto Raeder's shoulder. The goofy expression that had been talking over his face was finally starting to subside into something slightly more respectable, but he was still as humiliated as ever by the simply knowledge that he had been so thoroughly manhandled, by his own father no less!

"You not talking yet, wimp?" growled the older one, his first finally starting to pull itself completely free...that hurt badly. Another gasp of air came from Gunn as he felt the hand dislodge itself in its entirety, before he was pushed away from Raeder.

For his part, Gunn was doing a good job of standing after taking such a serious blow, most wolves...most creatures anywhere near his size would have fallen over after taking a punch like that. While Gunn wasn't talking yet, and was still grasping at his belly in a desperate attempt to regain his ability to speak, and perhaps some athletic abilities after the more simple ones had been taken care of, he looked at the face of his father. "I can't stand having such a soft son" chided Raeder, looking Gunn dead in the eye in the dark of knight, both of them projecting just a bit of glow in the light of the full moon "When I was your age I would have no trouble at all taking a licking like that. How have you become a generation of complete PUSSIES?!" angrily asked the father, before scratching his chin ""well,l is it the entire new generation or is it just you, Gunn? I had such high hopes for you when you were younger, but now it's starting to look like you have plans on disappointing me in every area. Why do you do this to your own father, Gunn?" the elder wolf asked.

Gunn gasped for air, finally feeling some enter his lungs as he looked his father died in the eye. This is where things were going,then? A simple insulting contest between father and son. He sucked in some air and hardly managed a "I'm no wimp" to his father, before doubling over in pain

"Oh yeah, of course not" said Raeder with a sarcastic warble that could be cun with a knife. "Of course it's never your fault that you lose a fight" his dad started raining down the sarcasm even harder "of course nothing has ever been your own fault even once, has it Gunn? You are just perfect save for when other let you down.

The younger, blacker wolf was taking in the lecture, but slowly reaching down into his belt to grab his knuckle dusters, steel weapons he would adorn for a real fight. He saw a slight smile form on his dad, who matched the adorning of weapons "as I was saying, you are a complete disappointment, boy. You fight like a damned coward, like a damned...well lets hope you don't literally fight like an actual sissy boy, won't we?"

This drove something inside of Gunn, drove him hard. He loved Daneth and he didn't care what anyone had to say, he was going to make a selfie with that man...but he didn't like to talk to others about it. There was no contradiction in his mind, a warrior need not be open about every aspect of his life with all others, in fact a bit of mystery was likely an advantage over others. "What are you talking about, father?" he was choosing to speak in a more formal tone, he would usually have simply said Raeder, but he wanted to make the terms of this confrontation more clear

"Just stories I've heard" sneered the poppa wolf, looking up at his son, arms crossed and expression stoic. Somehow, even when he was so much shorter he seemed to make the younger wolf look up at him. The entire dynamic was...confusing.

Gunn considered his options once more at that particular moment. He was staring down the face of an opponent and he could continue defending himself with words, but that would never earn him the respect of his father. Nor, he thought, would that ever change the fact that existed in both of their heads: he was unable to take a punch. He saw the old man smirk at him again "What are you gonna do about it, Gunn?"

At that moment he pounced, going in with his right leg and pushing Raeder hard right in his developed right back. The old man fell back and Gunn was ready to take advantage of everything. He brought his hands up and clasped them together in a classic double axe-handle, preparing to use the full weight of his knuckled clusters to pound his father's head into the ground.

He was expectation some strategy to sidestep the first attack, but he found his father doing quite the opposite...the old wolf was coming right at him, aiming his fist right for Gunn's guts and coming in with wild abandon!

He had tensed his abs, staring while he held his blow overhead. No, he was going to let this hit, for now, before slamming down. It would just interrupt him if he tried anything else. Beside, he thought, he could take this. His abs had felt solid, certainly, for the last few weeks when he tested them. He had not been in a proper fight in a bit, and he had been hit hard enough to wind him in every previous scuffle, but this time when he tensed his four-pack he felt a sense of utter confidence in this ability to keep himself standing firmly and strongly, resisting the fist coming in...already he was considering just how he could gloat to his father about it, even, when he had survived the blow unharmed.

He was looking down at the grey-shaded black fist, his eyes barely but still textethnically able to manage it as it came in quickly, in his mind's eye he was seeing his father's fist deflect directly off of his hard abs and himself standing to gloat over the defeated army of his father. Unfortunately, he has another thing coming.

The fist collided with him hard enough that his breath left almost immediately, a great puff was escaping from his mouth before he even realized what was happening...next he actually looked down at the hand. It took a bit for the wheels inside of his head to turn, make him realize that he was looking at a fist completely penetrating his midsection, his abs providing virtually no protection at all against the current assault.

His face looked completely foolish as his eyes bugged out and his mouth opened extra-wide to allow for the escape of all that air, his maw split apart entirely and his nose raising itself higher than he really wanted it to go.

He looked absolutely stupid, and despite all of his muscular effort the punch had gone all the way down into his gut, even deeper than last time! When he looked down he could barely even see his father's wrist. Then he got a terrible silence from his father, who this time unsheathed his hand in one quick, brutal motion. Gunn tried to stand but immediately found himself falling to the floor.

Raeder saw the wolf completely down on his ass, looking up...beginning to reach in desperation but unable to make any real progress. He saw what his son truly was at that moment...pathetic. He could only hope that the lecturing and instilled anything in the young, impudent, rebellious, pugnacious, and most of all jelly-bellied son.

Fitting in with what had always been the style of his parenting, Raeder ignored the hand of his son. Gunn was expecting another lecture, at least inasmuch as he was thinking about anything at that particular moment, but the lecture never came. Rather his father somehow managed to show a much greater level of disappointment simply by looking down and shaking his head, showing that he saw nothing but a brokenness in his son.

Impotently, Gunn pawed at his father as he saw him walk off, showing him his back. Gunn wanted to say "Fight me like a man, coward!" but he couldn't get any words out of his respiratory system yet, he had been prepared for a fight but completely floored when things had actually gotten serious. Was this his lot in life, then, simply to lose to his dad as long as he would live?

The father quickly left his sight, going so deep into the woods that he doubted he would ever find him. In his head Gunn was simply telling himself "Don't be what he thinks you are" but it was ringing hollow in his head.

The events of that night were painful, but the walk back into town certainly felt better. He recovered from his wounds quickly, as was required when living in the wild. He was a wolf, not a wimp, despite any cruel words his father may throw in his direction. And beside, he had a very specific destination that neither Hell nor High water would stop him from reaching.

The town was bigger than some, but not exactly a city. It was home to a wide variety of nocturnal creatures, so all manner of trade and activity could be found around it at night. Not even anything sleazy, necessarily, just food and wares being sold out of vendors' stands or puppet shows being put on for the coins of anyone who would care to donate.

Gunn was disappointed in the state of the place. So many wolves were forsaking their natural rolls as fighters to embrace the meaningless coins of the outside world. So many were living lives almost devoid of meat or blood, toiling away ad infinitum toward no goal but the next day's harvest. He felt sorry for them in some capacity.

Still, no head he saw was the head of the one he wanted. Of the one he needed. He grunted as he went past another alleyway and sniffed. He didn't like smelling in the civilization, everything was all mixed together, he couldn't hang on to a specific scent. Not even one that he recognized so intimately

He passed a corner and heard footsteps, his head shot around and he was greeted with a much smaller wolf, a head shorter than him with a white coat that was soft as felt. The hug around him wasn't vice-like it it held steady with a will that was obviously much greater than the muscular power, and as soon as he looked down a pair of lips met his.

Gunn wouldn't usually kiss in public, but his boyfriend had decided that they would. He had been outed not-to-long ago, there was no real point in attempting to hide his sexuality at this point...beside, they were in an alley. Who would see what they were up to?

He wrapped his arms around his lover, grabbing at his back with a gentleness that could be difficult to muster with clawed hands, and stuck his tongue into Daneth's mouth. He felt the runt get closer to him, devouring his kiss and body heat as he moaned into the larger wolf's mouth, obviously quite impressed with his treatment so far. Both were starting to get excited, but this wasn't just a hook-up.

Gunn loved Daneth. He didn't usually think of the world in such black-and-white terms (or at least not in such white terms) but he loved his boyfriend more than anything else in the world and couldn't stand the thought of Daneth being unhappy or emotionally distant. He had to talk to the boy, but he could have a bit of fun first.

"Ah!" sounded the smaller wolf as Gunns hand landed on his backside, an expression of mild surprise more than pain. Gunn knew how to be gentle with him. Daneth looked at the handsome, smug face of the wolf a few inches away from him...the one who had just broken up the kiss. "You know I've been waiting for you forever, Gunn" he pulled his hug tight once again "how are you feeling?"

Gunn hugged back, sighing slightly "I'm doing great now that I am with you, my love" he couldn't exactly believe that he was talking like that, but he 100% believed that he meant every word of it. He loved his boyfriend and nobody on Earth was going to tell him otherwise.

"Well that's great to hear" Daneth knew that usually meant that Gunn had been through something rather traumatic and he was just trying to appeal with empty stoicism. Daneth knew that his boyfriend tried to be more sensitive when it was just the two of them, but there was a big difference between making an effort and knowing what to do. "Can we go back to my place?"

"Sure" said the bigger wolf, flexing out of the hug before he started walking down the street. Daneth wasn't following. He looked back over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow, questioning why

"No I mean can you carry me back you my place" asked the runt with a cheeky smile. He always loved being picked up, it was a much more noble use for his boyfriend's strength than punching at random people in bars, or at least Daneth thought so.

The carry had been practiced to the point of standardization, Daneth was lifted like a bride or princess, with his back draped in the crook of one arm and his legs resting over the other. Gunn looked down at his lover's face as he walked back to the house, Daneth's eyes were sparkling with joy. He was legitimately making the small guy happy, and even if the rest of the world was going to judge him for that he was going to keep on doing it! Gun carried Daneth through the threshold and the bottom gladly got out of the top's arms to make the night more comfortable.

When they got home Daneth went through his cabinets and prepared some alcohol for Gunn, drinking something lighter for himself. "Life back here ahs been so busy" he said, sitting on the couch, cuddling up against the broad shoulder of his pitch-black boyfriend as he began recounting the trials and tribulations of his week of labor.

Despite his words to the contrary, Gunn hung on the tip of every word that came from Daneth's mouth. If anyone else was saying stuff like that, he'd have been bored to tears. But not Daneth, Daneth could read him or contracts for a day and he'd be entertained.

In time the cuddling became closer cuddling, and Gunn scooped Daneth into the bedroom to enjoy one another's' bodies. They did just that, both coming out of the session much happier than they had come in. But as they cuddled in bed, Daneth couldn't help but ask

"What happened to you today? I know you got in a fighter by how you were acting. Daneth knew that Gunn had lost, but that was not something he was ready to bring himself to say right then.

"I...my father challenged me. He taught me of my weak spots"

Daneth nodded "Well I'm sorry to hear about that." he considered, briefly, asking about the quest "well, at least we are home now. We can avoid him and live together for a while" but the glint in Gunn's eye told Daneth that the fighter would keep fighting. It also told him he was probably going to give a response that suggested he barely even listened to what Daneth was saying.

"A long time ago" he had to avert his eyes from Daneth. This story was humiliating him and he didn't know why "My father spoke of a temple of Lupina, the wolf Goddess my family worships...it was said to have certain properties that were invaluable to warriors. Mainly, that if someone prayed at it they could exterminate some previous weakness. I think if I go there I could get rid of my..." he couldn't say it. Even here, heard only by himself, his boyfriend, and whatever Gods may be paying attention he couldn't admit to weakness like that "I could improve my abdominal walls" he was satisfied with how he had reworded things. The world made sense when that was the extent do what he was doing.

"I see" sighed Daneth, sad that his boyfriend was still this interested in making a career as a fighter, but at least happy that he was gaining direction. The smaller wolf cuddled into the chest of the bigger one and started kissing it "Hey Gunn" he said in the cute voice that he knew could get him (almost) whatever he asked for "cuddle me some more, OK? I barely saw you and now you're about to disappear again"

The rest of the night unfolded between the two of them, as did the day afterward. Conversation was kept light, and despite the joy of being together there was an air of disappointment over everything. Gunn knew that Daneth was upset that he was still pursuing this, but he would not feel any guilt about his dream, only about how it may affect his lover. He tried to marry the ideas in his head, but questions about the contradiction plagued him.

Packing distracted him, as did searching through maps. Daneth was mildly helpful, as he often would be even for things that he disapproved of. Gunn had no idea what he had ever done to deserve such a courteous boyfriend, but he was very glad to have one. By noon he was out, having a relatively good idea of where he was going and a very firm goal for the end of his quest settled in his heart.

The journey itself was no cake walk, while the roads were nice the rain poured endlessly on Gunn's back. He considered the cursed weather was probably an omen of something or another, but he was not about to stop a quest like this just because of some rain. The world was being brutal toward him, and he knew from his father's wisdom that his only option in the face of such tyranny was to grin and tough it out.

The road was long, arduous, and boring before him. It was pitch black, ice-cold, and nearly midnight before he saw the inn of his destination. The script on the sign suggested that this was Orc country, he smirked at the idea of orcs even learning how to read, those tiny terrors hardly seemed intellectually capable of such feats.

He kicked the door open and smiled at the assembly before him. There wasn't much there, just a group of orcs shooting the shit in a corner as another one tended bar. He took off his cloak and revealed his full body to his audience, shaking himself dry and clawing the mud off of his paws before he would go inside and face what he had to face.

He heard whispers coming from the orcs, including many that included "Gunn". So even out here he was known by the people? Good, his efforts to gain fame and glory as a warrior had not, as of yet, been in vain. Even in a ho-dunk town like this there would always be some degree of recognition for him.

He approached the bartender and placed a coin on the table 'Water" he said, and the fat, eyepatched orc tending bar went back to grab some. He heard a hushed laughter from the occupied table, before suddenly it was interrupted by an enormously boisterous laugh. They were laughing at his sobriety, no doubt. Let them, if they were fools who sought to poison their own brains for entertainment no doubt their lives would be punishment enough.

The or set down a mug and the wolf took a drink "I have heard" he began "that there is a temple to a great wolf Goddess not to far from here" that much was true, but the actual location on the map was vague. He was given a forest near this settlement and not much else "have you ever been there?'

The bartender looked down at him, seemingly tired by something "yeah a few times" he grunted, his fangs baring themselves even more than usual "nice place, has some interesting people keeping it safe. I never horsewhipped that bitch but others tell me miracles are worked by the waters or whatever it is"

He had just called his Goddess a bitch. Gunn had to remind himself that this guy was an orc, he had virtually no ability to communicate without vulgarity "I see. Where is it?' he asked with as much authority as he could, placing a hand in the sack on his belt to communicate that the would pay a high price for such information if it became necessary...

"Don't tell him shit!" an orc raised from the table, looking directly at Gunn. He was only about six feet tall, considerably shorter than Gunn, but made up for it with an absolutely massive build. He wore little beyond a girdle and a loincloth but it was obvious that he had defined abdominals, matching his colossal arms and neck "I don't think a guy like him has any use for fighting knowledge. I don't think he really deserves anything from a temple, whether or not the Goddess is real...

"What the fuck do you mean a guy like me!?" Gunn jumped on the table, a great pressure in his forehead causing him to act with total accordance to his anger. He was hanging somewhat low on the higher ground, grabbing his knuckle dusters with his claw-tips

"Oh, well, you know" the big, red-haired, red-skinned orc smirked "I just know about your lifestyle choice. Someone can't call himself a warrior if he gets stabbed every night and enjoys it! And I do understand that you get stabbed every night by an absolute runt of the litter" he crossed his arms

Gunn jumped down, thinking just hard enough to avoid doing something stupid...he wouldn't be able to win if he ran in, there were five orcs with weapons. But that guy was so much smaller than him...no doubt he would be able to win "Stabbed every night by a runt?"

"Yeah, stabbed. Do you prefer it in your mouth or the other end?!" the boastful question garnered another cheer, and the orcs finished their cups before the leader grabbed the massive bottle from the table and began pouring them more of whatever disgusting whiskey they had been drinking.

"You know...NOTHING about me" Gunn muttered. He couldn't bring himself to specify things, but he was not a bottom. He was not submissive, he was the man in the relationship, dammit! Who was this no-named idiot to lecture him on how to be a warrior? No doubt he was just some asshole who drank all night and told others of what he would have done and could have done. Yes, that was it, wasn't it? He was facing a man filled with empty boasts

"I know you call a wolf smaller than me 'daddy' every night before you go to bed. Tell me, soft-belly, does he give you cock at his discretion or do you have to get down on your knees and beg for it!" the orc got up and grabbed his crotch in a vulgar display of imitation. He was really asking for it now.

"I am Gunn, son of Raeder, champion fighter of a dozen towns" albeit they were towns with no real fighters to challenge him "if you think you can stand against me" he raised his hands, knuckle-dusters on each 'Perhaps you should challenge me to a fight./ I am ready, right here, right now!" and with that he ran to the table and waved his first across it, knocking the bottle over and splashing the contents around.

The orc flipped the table over, his friends all hooted and hollered in support of him "I am Garzub" he flexed his enormous arms at Gunn, showing off his impressive musculature "an orc by birth" he stepped confidently toward the black wolf, standing barely on-level with the chest of the black-furred opponent "i was born in battle and I am going to die in battle, I don't give a shit about what some fairy wolf has to say about me. But I have a feeling you enjoy tussling with men, so I'll throw you a bone" Garzub was working Gunn's emotions like he was playing a fiddle "I suppose we should set up rules for the confrontation?"

"I suppose" replied Gunn, locking eyes with his opponent. "Make it a clean fight, no-" he was interrupted by the fist of the orc colliding with his midsection. Immediately Gunn began to double over, feeling the immense humiliation of his first defeat...it seemed that his sexuality was not the only infamous aspect of his personhood. The weakness in his gut had also been spread from end to end of the kingdom.

The orc knew how to punch, even if he wasn't telegraphing it. His hips barely moved to get the fist in, but those enormous biceps most definitely were not just for show, they did enough on their own to completely jam the fist right through the abdominal armor of Gunn. Gunn tried to tell himself, as the feelings slowly overtook his conscious thought, that he had not properly prepared for the attack. That Was something of a fib, he had tightened his abs in his fighting stance. Not as hard as he could possibly tighten them, but he had definitely tightened them.

The hand itself was much wider than his father's, so while it did not sink in so deeply it definitely caused more overall damage as the ham-like chunk of meat crashed right into Gunn's gut at full speed. He could feel the intense pain shoot right through his abs, each one failing in a row as the fist rolled straight through them.

He saw the face of his puncher, having to look down to make eye contact. There was an immense grin on Garzub, his fangs bared entirely and his eyes opened wide with joy. Behind him there were two other orcs beginning to cheer, moving at slow motion from God's perspective. Then it happened, the humiliation became even greater than it had been before.

Gunn felt it in his diaphragm, the failure of his natural breathing apparatus was forcing his jaw right open, causing him to breath hard onto the shoulder of his attacker, and what a shoulder it was. Gunn started seeing the orc before him as a God of war, a larger than life monster, the pain inside of him forcing his mind to contextualize as the orc began to morph his smirk into a sneer

Next came Gunn's own facial transformation, the shock had already begun to overtake him, but in no time flat it started covering his face, his lips dumbly curling in total surprise as his eyes crossed each other, looking idly at nothing like a complete fool. The orc then pulled his fist out of the surprised wolf's gut, taking a step back so as not to provide a cushion for the fall of the big mammal.

Gunn tried to catch himself, but he could not. A claw wildly moved in the general direction of his opponent, but he failed to get within a mile of the orc, his fell straight forward, his chin hitting the seat of the orc's chair and his chest soon following. By the will of some cruel God he didn't even slide off of it, he was simply laid out like a carpet while the orcs pointed and laughed, his ego was bruised as his body as he slowly started to regain his breathing.

Gunn knew he had to think, he had to consider how exactly he could pull a victory from this situation. He knew that Garzub was right above him, gloating in victory, and could hear the rhythmic laughter of the other orcs already starting to overtake the scene...he was completely humiliated.

The deep voice of Garzub sounded again, this time having an even greater tone of smugness than it had had before "Tell ya what, you big dumb beast" Garzub smiled at the pitiful wolf "if you can beat me in a fight I'll give ya the damned direction! But something tells me you aren't standing up to this" he said, flexing for the big animal before him "Hmmm, sort of looks like you are more interested in in sucking my cock than you are beating me up...but no thanks, I only like women. And you don't QUITE qualify as one!" the last insult really made the other orcs cheer and applaud.

Slowly Gunn pushed himself up off of the table. So, all he had to do was beat this one guy in one contest and he would get the directions. No sweat at all, the orc really didn't seem all that tough at all, more than anything else he was just an asshole who knew when to fight dirty. And dirty fighting was useless if your opponent could count on it.

"He pushed himself up from the chair, his entire torso rhythmically pulsating as he huffed like he was going to blow down a straw house "You got yourself a deal" managed the wolf, still needing the chair to get back to an erect standing position, he managed just to spite the orc who had mocked him, if nothing else. "You really are a piece of shit, do you always go to cheap surprise attacks when you fight somebody who's bigger than you?"

"Naw, just figure I don't have to give the time of day to wimps and cocksuckers like you" the orc roughly said, cracking his knuckles "and I don't need a weapon to fight a big dumb beast like you, Gunn. I can use these" he held out his hands, the fists were definitely big, probably heavier than Gunn's fists were even when they had knuckle dusters on them. But Gunn knew that weight wasn't always an advantage and that speed could mean a lot more.

"Oh you have no idea how badly i am going to rearrange your face' Gunn thought he sounded very much, and let go of the chair,. He breathed in, his belly was definitely hurting but he had his breath back and he didn't need anything else to completely destroy a stupid bully like Garzub.

The orc just smiled "Whatever, slut" the other orcs laughed and their leader hunched over, taking a very low stands. Gunn got down to match it, on his haunches as he slowly approached the orc. There was a brief moment where neither would approach, both making faint feints as they tried to study the movement patterns of the other fighter. Gunn realized that this was going nowhere and delivered a powerful jab, using his superior height to his advantage.

Garzub blocked the first punch with his upper arm, the muscle providing an excellent protection, all things considered, but Gunn Was sure he had made some kind of indentation on the arm. Garzub smiled "This will be easier than I thought!" he declared she got up close and started swinging his arms around with no apparent technique.

Gunn was put on the defensive, quickly moving his arms to protect against the random, rapid attacks of the orc as he looked down in a desperate search for some kind of opening...no dice. For such a big guy Garzub could move very quickly, but Gunn was sure that would also mean that the orc would tire out first.

Garzub's suddenly changed his strategy completely, getting up as high she could and punching right for the face of his leaning opponent. Gunn was easily able to guard his head, but too late did he realize that the strikes were completely diversionary, and he was just opening up Garzub's real target for a devastating knee. He wheezed and teared up as his gut was struck by the joint, opening himself up for a punch to the head.

Gunn Was reeling back, cursing his own ignorance...how was he so stupid as to open up for this orc? He should have known the exact trick! At least the knee hadn't been the completely devastating attack that the first punch had been, so he was able to get into the frey again and send a barrage of punches at the chest and face of the orc.

They were boxing now, but even with his metal knuckles Gunn was finding the orc's defense very difficult to break into, every punch that isn't blocked only managed hit the most heavily muscles parts of the orc's torso, barely causing any damage at all! "Hahaha, I should have known a sissy like you wouldn't be able to do anything to me! Maybe you should go crying to your boyfriend, I'm sure he could hit a lot harder than you!:"

Gunn could never quiet articulate why he was so pissed off by insults like that. It was technically an insult to him, but for whatever reason he always felt offended on Daneth's behalf. Maybe he was just very aware that his boyfriend was a lover, not a fighter. Maybe he was just pissed off that someone would suggest he was a submissive bottom to anyone who could punch harder than him, whatever it was, Gunn got mad enough to attack sloppily

The rage of both fighters exploded at once, and while Gunn did manage to just barely land a glancing blow off of the head of Garzub (orcs had such strong skulls, it hardly seemed to bother him) he received a punch to his own gut.

Gunn backed up again, grabbing his belly and looking stupid cross-eyed at the doubled image of his opponent, at least the guy would seem to have been disoriented by the punch, Garzub was walking like he had taken a bad hit to the head. The orc backed up to the bottle from earlier and picked it up, draining it into his mouth and then throwing it back on the floor, the surprisingly durable glass not so much as cracking. "If you punch like that...why the hell have I been dodging anything?"

Gun stood with fists at the ready, eyeing down his opponent. Despite the apparent bravado, some damage had clearly been deal, Garzub was reeling slightly 'just because your a fat stinking drunk doesn't mean your not wavering because of my fists"

The orc laughed "last time i checked you can't just put pieces of metal on your hand and call them a fist. Then again, i ear you do a similar thing with your own body and calling it a cunt" the orc jumped right back in afterward, gleefully basking in the insult he had just given.

Gunn blocked, barely, feeling the fist still hurting his gut but looking forward with an intense will to win this fight no matter what. He struck his fists out in a few more jabs, finding that the orc had slowed down slightly, then placed his paws on the floor and jumped forward, laying punches in a rain that covered the sides and forearms of Garzub.

Somehow the leader of this small orc band had managed to block nearly all of them, and when the wolf came in close, rather then backing away, Garzub delivered another devastating knee to the belly. Gunn immediately lost all dignity, air shot straight from his mouth and his eyes cross again...three times in one fight he had now been humiliated like this, would it ever stop?!

"Hah, what a wimp...do you like it when strong guys like me beat you up?" asked Garzub, before punching Gunn in the midsection just as hard as he could "It would seem like you do really like it...you are getting all excited just from the context

Gunn was grabbing his knees and hyperventilating, these punches were certainly doing their job of wearing him down, but he knew that he could win this fight. He had already disappointed his own father, her would not publicly shame his entire species in a fight against some drunk orc!

Once again technique was dropped, Gunn was relying on his physicality alone to conquer the powerful defense of the orc, finding that he could easily wear down on the muscles, but that it barely seemed to do any damage. The man was almost square, he was so muscular...there didn't seem to be much of a chance of truly penetrating those powerful walls of flesh.

Gunn backed up,, seriously considering his options for a brief moment. He could keep going forward and blindly punching, but was that really likely to do much to Garzub? The guy seemed to just be standing there,. Waiting for him...waiting for him to run up and tire himself out by punching him! Of course, Gunn Was the dope and Garzub was roping him repeatedly! He scoffed at his own idiocy before backing up again, huffing.

Garzub cocked an eyebrow as he saw his opponent start to falter, his arms hung at his sides and his feet were randomly moving across the floor...seemed like he could only stand. The great Garzub raised his hands and heard his friends cheer him on, before placing them at his side and willfully walking toward Gunn, delivering a light jab. It connected, not even a block! He simply got a clean hit in! Garzub smirked and cocked his arm, aiming it directly at the high head of Gunn "Nighty night, cocksucker" he said with a huge, tooth-bearing grin before he let his first run wild!

Unfortunately, Gunn had counted on all of that happening, and right when the punch was delivered he ducked down beneath it and delivered a punch of his own right into the orc's gut! Garzub stepped back, surprised and...just surprised, it seemed. Not everyone had as vulnerable of a spot down in his midsection, it seemed.

Gunn roared to himself as he started throwing a follow-up combination, hitting the wrists of Garzub several times he looked him in the eye 'tricky asshole, can't fight like a real man?" the orc asked, on the defensive now...exactly where Gunn wanted him. Smugly, the wolf said nothing, his black fur beginning to move like a veritable blur as he kept striking, moving from high to low and left to right, covering the body of his opponent in welts as me mowed him down. Garzub was still managing to parry or move with every blow, but it was becoming harder for him to do so

"You are the real coward!' declared the black wolf, finally feeling powerful again "you claim that you can defeat me but know you are just running away. You know that my fists would fuck you up if they ever made contact, so now you just gotta back up and hope that you can get away from me. Typical boastful barmaid, just sucker punching again and again until you find a real challenge and have to run away!"

That was enough to challenge the orc, who immediately ran forward barring both of his fists at Gunn, swinging with wild abandon. The arms moved with a lot full speed when they shot out, but pulling them back in and preparing for the next blow was a somewhat awkward affair, awkward enough that Gunn got one hit in edgewise on the first attempt to do so. Garzub backed up and scowled at the wolf 'Fucking faggot...no way are you gonna kick my ass" he fumed at the black wolf.

He came in again, this time swinging with complete abandon, and this time Gunn did exactly what he wanted to, soaking Garzub in the jaw hard enough that the orc had to go back...and then go back again, he was backpedaling like he'd just lost an argument and when he came to the bottle on the ground, his foot came down on top of it and he tripped, landing with a loud "Thump" a his muscular ass hit the hardwood floor. He tried to get back on his feet but something in his balance was damaged, he just fell all the way down again.

Gunn stood proudly over the defeated orc, a smile crossing his face. He had finally won one against this creature, and beyond any shadow of a doubt too. He placed his hands on his hips as he looked down at the form of his opponent "What's wrong, cocksucker, can't get up from the cold, hard ground?" snorted the wolf, feeling himself start to grow in terms of ego.

"Arrrrrrrgh" was all the orc could say in response. Garzub was seriously defeated, wasn't he? No longer capable of any real threat, he could be whatever Gunn wanted him to be now. Gunn reached his paws down and began tracing around the head of his defeated opponent. He wasn't unattractive.

Inside of its sheath, Gunn could feel his member grow in sexual excitement. This often happened when he faced a defeated opponent, but one as handsome as Garzub? That was something else entirely. Gunn knew that this guy said he was straight, but how straight could he have been, really?

Gunn grabbed the shoulders of his orc opponent and began to slowly, sensually rub them, feeling the dense muscle and considering exactly how he would take the spoiled of his victory. This wouldn't be cheating, not really. Nor would it really be rape. After all, he was just teaching a lesson to somebody who sorely needed it. When he put that wolf-cock in Garzub's mouth he would be showing the homophobic orc what he had been missing out on this whole time. There was no way, after all, that anyone could be that much of a homophobic asshole unless he genuinely wanted to try sucking a cock.

Gunn got on his haunches and began breathing hard into the bearded face of Garzub, enjoying the still-dazed and confused look on his face. "You Are my bitch now, Gar" he said, sticking his tongue out and rudely licking the air "the secrets to that temple's location are going to come out of your mouth, bitch" he said, his cock now rock-hard "But first, something is going to go in"

Gunn showed off his erection for all to see, smiling as he made it toward his downed opponent. Maybe his father could abuse him, and maybe some others could, but in this moment he would experience total triumph. When the orc finally knew what it was like to take a wolf all the way down to the knot, he would finally learn why you don't make fun of the species and sexual preferences of strangers.

He could already feel the sweet blowjob, see the humiliation on the stained face of Garzub when he had to look at all of his friends and acknowledge that his mouth had been raped by the creature that he had been trying to fight off. At this thought Gunn was quite literally dripping in excitement.

But as he moved in, he saw Garzub start to stir. Gunn lifted a hand, considering just how he needed to react to the movement of the man below him, considering all the possibilities and coming to the conclusion that a downed opponent such as Garzub, especially one who had been so pathetic up to this point, really offered no threat at all to a powerful warrior such as himself.

Gunn reached down and grabbed the mane of the orc, making sure he would at least have a nice lever by which he could turn and direct the orc's head when there was a need to demonstrate exactly how he need suck. Garzub merely smiled at his opponent.

He knew the other orcs were looking on and questioning his leadership, questioning his masculinity. The wolf cock was disgusting to him, and the punch to the face had been humiliating, but now he had the advantage he needed. The wolf was looking down and making eye contact, trying to teach Garzub a lesson in manners rather than actually ensuring that the orc was in any way debilitated by the punching so far. Garzub had to smile at how ignorant Gunn was being, especially since he didn't even check to make sure if Garzub was actually out of things.

He'd fallen exactly where he wanted, and his disgust was absolutely peaked by the size and shape of the wolf-cock hardening in front of him. Garzub felt his balance and strength returning, if only slightly, and more important found that he was driven now by pure will, just the way he liked to fight. Gunn smiled down at the animal, his huge soft belly completely exposed. Garzub had to wonder if he didn't realize everyone knew he had a weak stomach or if he was just stupid as the erect cock lingered inches from his face. When Gunn looked down, Garzub acted defeated. Gunn shot right back with a gaze of pure smug satisfaction.

Then Garzub finally made his move, and in an instant the entire world shattered. Gunn should have went fling back, but his grip on Garzub's hair meant that he wasn't just keeping the orc prisoner, he was stuck at arm's length to the orc! He took the full impact of the blow, and what a blow it was! Harder than the fists had ever been before, so hard that Gunn couldn't even understand how flesh could hit like that...but as he finally saw under his chin he found out that it wasn't actually flesh.

His air had left him first, the blow had been so immediately harmful to his respiratory system that it merely puffed out all at once, inflating his cheeks in an expression that he was sure looked worse that even any of the previous expressions of the night. He leaned forward into the blow as he stupidly looked at the crowd of laughing orcs...there was no denying at this point that he was the solitary and specific butt of their joke, and all of them had found it quite funny to see a wolf make such an utter fool out of himself.

Gunn finally managed to look down, his eyes portraying enough weakness that he felt like a complete wimp as soon as the confident peepers of Garzub popped his way. The impact in his belly was next, and he saw that Garzub definitely had something in his hand. Something brown and...transparent. He was holding the neck of the bottle from earlier!

That bottle had been big and thick, to probably at least 9 inches of glass before you go to the neck, but the thick glass section had entirely sunk into the black-furred midsection of Gunn. It exploded with pure pain, his entire body giving out at the blow to the gut, he was now hanging off of this bottle as he leaned ever-further forward.

His eyes went down again, now staring at his own cock. It would seem that he had deflated down there as soon as the air was deflated from his midsection. His boner was entirely gone now, the sheath barely even visible and his garments foolishly strewn around his naked ankles, his body a complete joke to the onlookers as he fell even further into the torment. He looked up again and attempted any form of speech. A justification, an admission of defeat, a plead for mercy...none could exist his breathless mouth

"I guess we knew who penetrated who now!" the orc declared form the ground, twisting the bottle in Gunn's gut. Well one positive, the bottle was definitely all in one piece, no sharp edges carving him up today. Nope, just one bottle wielded by a strong hand managed to complete humiliate Gunn with superior strength and skill.

"You like it when I penetrate you, huh slut? I could easily make a sissy like you suck my cock, and the cocks of my entire band...but we aren't gay. We are orcs and we only like real women. But you aren't even a woman, just a little faggot" The words seemed tailor-made to burn every nerve in Gunn's body, but he just had to dumbly stand there and take them, knowing quite well that he was in no position to talk. He looked up slightly and suddenly he felt that everyone was reading him as something he wasn't...a submissive bottom. He was a top, dammit, why did nobody ever think of that when they accused him of homosexuality? Why did everyone assume he was some diminutive bottom like Daneth?

"Well, wolfie, you were good for one thing!" Garzub said as he got up on his feet, then suddenly pulled the bottle from the midsection of the wolf. Gunn loudly gasped at the exist of the "plug" and fell forward, slamming his head into the ground where Garzub just was

"That was good for a spot of fun, and I guess we all know what huge sissies and wimps wolves are, eh?" asked the orc, raising his fist into the air. The other orcs beside him applauded and agreed, all taking their part in continuing to mock the poor, beaten body of the wolf whose dignity they had just taken with the basic act of looking at him.

Gunn looked up and opened his mouth once again, but found that he was unable to speak. He still wheezed, so at least he knew he was alive. But he did not know if he currently had any will to live. After all, he had just received what was quite possibly the worst humiliation he ever had or ever would experience in his life.

Garzub brandished the bottle at him, rubbing around the round, slick glass "I think I penetrated deeper than your boyfriend ever did with this little diddy" the orc smiled and walked up to him, spitting on the back of his conquered wolf "I could take you s o steed now. Or a slave" The orc got on his knees and grabbed the scruff on the back of Gunn's head as hard as he could,, gaining control over the wolf "But you'd probably just enjoy that./ so instead I'm going to do something I know you'll hate. I'm gonna take my big beefy body out of here, fag, and I'm going to leave you to wallow in your own self-pity!"

The orc walked up to his friends and they all shared a laugh again. Despite his promise to go and take his friends with him, each orc found it in himself to throw a few homophobic slurs and other insults in the general direction of Gunn, ensuring that he was absolutely clear on how they felt about him.

Gunn sat in shame and rubbed his bruised belly, trying to justify his defeat. He thought about how things could have gone differently, how he could have pulled a victory from the nearly certain defeat, even of how he was only ever beaten because he was too cautious to his opponent. All justifications felt nice in the instant but all fell flat when he tried to feel them in his heart. Gunn had lost, no two ways about it.

With no clock or sun Gunn could not say how long he was in the bar, on his face, looking away from anybody who could care in the loneliness of candle-light. He got up before too long, but found that he was more comfortable laying down. He had taken a hard hit to the belly, and didn't really want to aggravate his body until he could know that he was healed.

In time, he felt a slight rubbing on his back. Gunn felt something he had always dreaded, terror. The terror of a helpless animal ensnared in a trap or a child facing the wrath of an adult. He felt that he had no ability whatsoever to protect himself from whatever it was that was knocking on him. Still, he turned his head to face his new molester.

"You Asked about the temple" said the eyepatched bartender. His face seemed kind, but also infinitely condescending in the pity it expressed toward Gunn. he wished he could say he didn't deserve the pity "I know where it is, I figured I would let you know...you can pay me for the map later" the bartender seemed almost mournful of the state Gunn was in. the pity soaked into his bones and creased his brow so hard it felt like he was being pelted in the head with a hammer.

"Thank...you" he managed to say, feeling a submission in his current wounded state. A piece of paper fluttered down from the hand of the bartender and landed right in front of his face. Gunn reached out and grabbed the map, finding it pretty crudely-drawn but still coherent. He could use this to find the temple of the Wolf Goddess.

Sleep came hard on the floor of the inn, but after some rest and a decent breakfast, Gunn was parted with almost all of his money and ready to face another day. His gut, for all of its weakness, was feeling much better than it was the night before. If he could say one positive thing about his weak spot, it was that it wouldn't stay damaged for too long even after the very toughest of beatings.

The temple itself was hidden in the woods, surrounded by statues of great she-wolves. He wasn't sure who was supposed to be who, but the presence of breasts on everything was a bit annoying, he felt like somebody had presumed all of the pilgrims would be heterosexuals and they could all be easily titillated by use of statuary.

He went through the moss and vine coated statues anyway, finding some degree of natural beauty in their greenery. He would not admit to finding beauty in anything beside, perhaps, his lover on some occasions. But that alone does not mean he didn't actually find anything beautiful.

He came to a great door and grabbed it by the handle. It was stone, probably weighed upward of twelve tons, but it was rested well upon its hinges and when he pulled upon the ring it slowly opened and made for him a way inside. There was sunlight floating in, as well as a great reflecting pool in the center. These were the waters, weren't they?

Gunn strode forward, feeling a pride that was only matched by victory over his mosed hated opponents as he got closer and closer to the water. Lupina would protect him, no doubt. She would give him a gut that could take a punch and allow him to walk the Earth as one of the most powerful warriors to ever grace its land.

He dropped trou once again, not physically aroused this time even if his heart was fluttering. The shirt came next and soon enough he was ready to accept the love of Lupina in a state of total nudity. She would probably be the only lady to ever get that privilege...

He stepped slowly into the water, letting his paws get soaked first. It felt like normal water, essentially. He was expecting...something. Probably a tingling, maybe a slight soreness or a great sense of refreshment, but this literally felt exactly like any lake he had ever walked into. At least it wasn't that much colder than a usual lake, so he didn't feel like freezing or shivering in its embrace.

Gunn saw the depth beyond him and placed his hands over his head, lowering himself down before jumping up, diving headfirst into the allegedly holy waters. He let his body float to the surface and laid on his back, letting his black fur eat up as much of the water as it could as he looked up to the skylights allowing the light of flow through this chamber.

Still he felt nothing. This was vexing to Gunn, he was expecting a much more immediate result out of these waters. He sighed and tried to seem patient, basking in them for as long as he could,. Watching the light from the sky slowly sweep across the surface of the water as he was sure he felt some sort of blessing hidden somewhere in the most subtle of senses. Didn't he?

After a few hours he swam back to the side of the pool and shook his naked body, trying his best to make sure that every droplet of water went right off of him and soaked the surrounding area.

"Well, you sure are entering this temple in state of humility" Gunn looked back for the source of the comment and saw an old Marmot in a white robe. He could't be anywhere near four feet tall, probably closer to three. The old man looked at him "I can only assume you are here to fix some perceived personal shortcoming"

Gunn rolled his eyes, this old man was annoying him. "Yes, i came to the healing waters to heals something. But I am healed now. I am..,.thankful for what they have done for me" he reached for his clothing but the old marmot jumped toward them and stood upon the pile

"Oh, we can't really be sure of that sort of thing, can we? I think we'd have to test the effects of the water with some sort of experiment..." the marmot waved his walking stick in the face of the great black wolf 'tell me, canine...what did you seek to get healed by the waters of Lupina?'

Gunn rolled his eyes at this old man. Why was he looking at him naked? Why were his eyes...wandering like that. Gun knew he was attractive, and of course physically imposing to a tiny marmot like the one he was currently facing, but the gaze still felt strange upon his hide "I'm just looking to have a harder belly than I did before" Gunn started covering his sheath, not wanting his genitals exposed to the gaze of this tiny marmot "And now I know that I have a hard belly, my career in boxing will not advance far beyond what it could have in the past

"Well, we don't exactly know that for sure, do we?' the marmot smiled an enormous smile and shot his cane forward, catching Gunn right in the belly and sinking it a few inches into his navel. The strike hurt him badly, he immediately double over and inflated his cheeks, his eyes bugged out and he saw the tiny old marmot smiling and laughing at his suffering. He had gained no defense at all, had he? If anything he felt even more vulnerable now than he ever did before!

"Looks like they weren't all that they were cracked up to be. Pity" the marmot observed, walking slowly, sensually around the humiliated black wolf. Gunn groaned and grabbed his belly, already humiliated by a single strike, he was acutely aware of the fact that there would certainly be more to follow. He considered his situation from a few different angles...and he didn't like his odds.

It was always humiliating to run from something smaller than him, but the fact that this tiny marmot was so feeble-looking multiplied the embarrassment tenfold. He had so many superior traits, probably at least four times the weight of his diminutive opponent among a myriad of other factors...but they were all useless now. The marmot had the reach of his staff and the knowledge that Gunn's belly was his weak-point. It continued to be his weak-point, despite all the trouble he had gone through to rectify his issue there was no chance in hell that he would be able to take blows like he was dreaming he would be able to.

Gunn ran for his things, but received another tap on the belly 'Where are you going now, wolf? We need to prove if Lupita's waters really worked on you!' now the old marmot was just humiliating him for the fun of it, he had stood absolutely no chance and he knew it. The idea of having to run through the forest absolutely naked was of course humiliating and preferred, but if getting his clothes would require going through the marmot...he was absolutely fucked!

Gunn quite literally turned tail and ran, but the marmot could move deceptively fast, and was soon standing between Gunn and the door to the outside world 'Where are you going, friend?" the Marmot was absolutely glowing with the glee of having humiliated a larger opponent "Are you donating your clothing to the temple? As well as the rest of your worldly possessions? That would be very generous, but I don't want you to make such a large decision in such a short amount of time..."

"Leave me alone!" the wolf shorted, feeling humiliated enough, finally, to react with violence. He came in with a boxing stance and varied two struck from the staff, but the first one caught him clean in the belly...and didn't let up! It went in maybe six inches, completely wrapping itself in his flesh and forcing him to empty his respiratory system, making him hack and roll his eyes in such a manner that any viewing would think he was making some strange physical joke.

But the cruelty of the marmot was nowhere near finished the creature stuck his staff in as far as he could, then started running forward! Gunn was feeling the pressure on his spine now, and despite his breathlessness found no option but to backpedal in time with the old priest's run forward! He was being led around by force in the most painful way he could imagine, and was totally helpless as a result!

"You follow quite nicely, young wolf" the marmot snidely complimented, pushing him further and further until suddenly he pulled the staff out and waited patiently

Even through the burning in his leg muscles and the cold stoke on his skin, Gunn felt the impact to his belly most of all, he fell on his knees, looking down at the marmot despite his position, and then once again fell on his back. His genitals were completely exposed and his knees were bent so that his ass was between his paws, essentially directly facing the marmot with his nakedness. He looked up and whispered, hoping for any semblance of mercy now that he was totally helpless

"You know" began the marmot on a slow approach, admiring his defeated prey 'II always wanted to know a thing or two about the bellies of wolves" he started a run, and then jumped from the Earth And did a flip mid-air, when he landed his feet came down directly on Gunn's gut!

The wolf let out another puff of air, all of the breath he had just gathered was leaving him like so much trash as the monk brought him to the absolute peak of humiliating pain. He was bested by a prey animal, a small one that was barely young enough to walk by the look of things. And the marmot was enjoying every second of it, his face giving off an air of absolute bliss as he bent his knees and jumped up from the belly of the beast

Gunn thought it hurt when he was used as a springboard, the feet sank deep into him to get the marmot off of the ground. He only learned of true pain, however, when the marmot came back down onto him and flattened his belly yet again! Gunn's lack of abdominal definition came to a head as the feet sank nearly to the ground, his diaphragm emptied itself entirely of air, and his eyes bugged out so far that they nearly left his skull.

The marmot looked down at his opponent, saw that the wolf was now too badly hurt to help himself in any appreciable way, but instead was simply basking on the ground. The marmot dismounted stretching afterward "As far as bellies go, i fear yours may not have been healed" he said before looking back at Gunn.

"Hahahahaha!" sounded the marmot as the breathless, huffing wolf tried to find a position in the air, he flipped himself on his belly, somehow, and got in a push-up position, but when he tried to actually push up he fell face first into the floor, his ass still sticking up as he laid himself across the cold, hard stone.

The marmot walked around his backside, smiling at the opponent. He was so big, so muscular, and considered himself so strong...but now he was nothing but a little bitch, reduced to groveling with his face on the ground and his ass in the air. And it was a nice ass, all things considered. Definitely nicer than that pathetic belly of his. "Do you know why I am here?' asked the marmot, before delivering a harsh kick to Gunn's side, turning him over. His eyes puffed out again and he lost most of the breath he had just gained. The new position was at least slightly more dignified, but he was still acutely aware of how humiliating it was to be forced into a submissive position like this one by such a small and seemingly harmless creature. The marmot simply stood and smiled as the wolf worked once again to catch his breath.

"Uhhhhh" Gunn finally managed to groan rather than just lightly huff, at least his lungs were catching air again

"I am not a wolf,a s you can probably see. Lupina did not simply make me in your form, she made me something smaller. But Still I worshiped her grace and beauty, still I came here seeking strength. I bathed in the same waters as you, once upon a time" The marmot got close, looking at Gunn's face "Can you speak yet, wolf?"

"A HUFF a bit" he looked up, seeing the infinite smugness on the face of the marmot, he saw the eyes on the mammal squint and loom. What was he trying to figure out? Why was he paying such close attention

"Oh, i recognize you! You're the son of Radar, are you not? The famous faggot who loses fights due to his lose belly?"

"Don't call me a fuck-" his eyeballs shot out again, his air lost, tears were willing and beginning to fall from his face as he saw the image of the marmot through his blurred vision. Why did he have to be so homophobic? Why did he have to be so mean?"

"As i was saying, you were that faggot wold, son of a famous fighter? Chip on your shoulder and all that? I had nobody who was like that in my family, I came from a clan of victims who continued to serve as prey to larger and stronger animals for quite some time. I came to these waters wanting to be like you, seven feet tall and bound with muscle. I was not made like you, and now I walk through these halls. I sweep floors and water plants. Do you understand what I mean?"

The crying wolf didn't respond. He didn't feel like he could. His fear was welling up as he was becoming completely helpless in the face of this marmot. He just gained a bit, hoping that he didn't cry through the sound.

"Please, go ahead...i promise I won't strike you for what you say. What does it mean that I did not get what I wanted, nor did you get what you wanted...simply by bathing in these sacred waters of Lupina?"

"I'll tell you what it means you son of a bitch, Lupina is a fucking shame and there's no such thing as Goddesses!" he tried to get up but painfully fell on his back again, his rage impotently balling him up, his hands returning to his gut...those strikes had really done a number on him between them, he was not feeling good in his belly at all

"Ahh, but doesn't it tho? I may not be a massive warrior like you, but my internment in this temple gave me everything I needed to fight off warriors like you. It would seem that despite my smaller size. Lupina has still granted me certain gifts. In all honesty I would have struck you in spite of my promise, but you are too weak and impotent of an opponent to strike as such"

"Gee...HUFF...Thanks" Gunn barely managed, clutching his belly now...the pain was getting worse. The priest had some some major damage on him but he knew that he just had to sit there and take it. The pries smiled at him and rubbed his head

"You have much anger in your heart, son of Raeder. But anger alone does not a warrior make" he said before walking around the naked wolf and starting to sweep. The movements of the broom made regular noises as Gunn lay on his back, attempting to in some way process what this insane monk had been telling him.

He supposed...yes, he had a chip on his shoulder. How could he not when his father had always had such high expectations, expectations he could never meet? How could he feel any other way when everyone in the civilized world hated him for his choice in lovers? What could the priest know of what pain Gunn went through every day!?

He supposed a bit. The priest was small, and did seem to have a history of embarrassment of some kind. He was an old man and he had conquered his previous inability to defend himself. Gunn knew that homosexuality was often an object of ridicule, but was smallness not laughed at as well? Was this marmot not also experienced thoroughly in being the butt of every joke?

He saw the priest continue, noting how regularly and strongly he made his movements. The guy was clearly an expert in the field of sweeping, and was devoted to his craft. When he went up to water plants on the walls, he pulled his body and the water pot with every muscle he could possibly put into the climb. This guy had been devoted to his work, and as such he was able to beat opponents like Gunn, wasn't he?

Gunn closed his eyes and felt up his shoulders, then his belly. He had simply been approaching everything from the wrong point of view. The waters were not in and of himself mystical, rather the greatness came from people doing the tasks of priesthood to find their own inner strength. Other people were going to make fun of him for his choice in lovers, but he had no control over that at all, did he? He was simply a wolf in the world, he would have to face the fact that not everybody would take him very seriously.

And his shortcomings were nobody's but his own, were they? He had a weak stomach, but he could strengthen it with proper training. Even if he could not, he could always develop a fighting style that better protected his weak abdominal wall. He could be more weary of sneak attacks and attempt to understand the psychologies of his opponents before fighting them rather than regularly charging into battle as blind as the allegorical bat.

He closed his eyes and told himself that when he stepped out, he would be train like a true fighter and respect himself like one, too.