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Sitting on the bare earth against a tree with his legs crossed, Velven made good use of his innate flexibility to take hold of his foot and massage it. The hyena hated long walks and they had been walking for days. Days! He had figured the job would be faster. He hadn't had a decent meal, or most importantly, drink, in what felt like forever. Still, the thought of ten thousand whole pieces of gold waiting for them when they succeeded brought some cheer back into the well-dressed bard. It would be worth the ache in his footpaws, he was sure.

After a while, he shifted to the other foot and when that was thoroughly massaged as well, he put his boots back on. He had nothing to entertain himself while waiting in the silent forest other than watching Graham, the wolven paladin, pacing back and forth. The clanging of his armor was starting to get in Velven's nerves. Prime musicians such as himself had sensitive ears, after all.

It had been a while since the group of adventurers had split up. After the crude hunting hounds of their tracker, Jevier, had gone crazy and ran away, the tiger foolishly sprinted after them. Wayne, the short fox thiefling and Dreviren, their regal draconic marksman, had taken upon themselves to go after the tiger and they were yet to return. Velven had little notion of how long that would take, but he and the paladin had already been waiting for a while.

He could sense the worry in Graham. The wolf was always uptight to begin with, but the occasional light growls and the increasingly speedy nervous pacing were enough for Velven to tell that the paladin thought they should have already returned. The wolf's ears were up and about, listening to any sounds, and his eyes were set on the direction the others had gone to. Reading people was his specialty, after all. Or, at least, one of his many specialties. Lightening the mood when things got tense was another one.

That was why Velven smirked to himself and silently unhooked the small harmonica hanging from his belt. He licked his lips, eyes still watching the tense paladin, and slowly brought the instrument up to his lips. Velven made sure the first note of the song he chose was loud enough and the greatest effort was acting innocent instead of laughing when the startled wolf turned towards him already with half of his sword out of its scabbard. The hyena put the harmonica down with a pleased expression.

"Jumpy, aren't we?" he teased. He could see the realization dawning upon the wolf when his eyes fell upon the harmonica he held. "I know, I know, they're taking too long, but you don't have to be so uptight. Believe it or not, they can handle themselves without your unwavering moral compass."

"I don't like this. Something is wrong." Graham said in a dry tone, turning away. Truth be told, Velven was a little worried himself. They had dealt with magic users before and, though the strange things they had seen looked great in the tales he crafted, experiencing them was something else entirely. Given how tense Graham was, however, Velven kept a perfectly unpreoccupied expression. He let out a small chuckle.

Before Velven could continue his work in calming Graham down, a sound came from the woods. It was like a loud thump and, reflexively, both the bard and paladin turned their heads and ears towards it. They were both silent for a few more seconds, but no other sounds came right away.

"Something is definitely wrong," the wolf repeated.

"So much for calming him down," Velven thought, but then Graham drew his long sword.

"What are you doing?" the bard asked with a small frown.

"I will check it out," Graham said. Velven knew that tone. The tone of a righteous bastard who was set on accomplishing something foolish. He heard that from Graham far too many times.

"What? You're gonna leave me alone here? That sounds like the dumbest thing you could possibly do!" The bard stood up, strapping his harmonica back on his belt and straightening his clothes. Though Velven was absolutely great with people, he wasn't a fighter. What would he do if a bear decided to show up? Or, worse, the wizard they were paid to hunt down?

"I will not be reckless. I will move slowly and I will not go far. If I don't find anything, I will return."

"I still don't like that! I'm coming with you." The hyena put his foot down to make his point. He started to gather his things.

"Don't be foolish. If the others come back, they won't find us here." Velven lifted his eyes to find Graham staring at him. Eye to eye. He saw how serious and determined the wolf was and sighed. He knew Graham well enough to know that it would be impossible to convince him to stay. His words held some wisdom, too. Velven was worried about the others, after all. "I will stay within earshot. If you see anything, anything at all, just shout and I will come back running."

The hyena let out a dissatisfied grunt and sat back down against the large tree.

"Ugh. Fine, but if I get murdered by this wizard you better tell your god that I want a heaven filled with top quality wine and at least one hundred virgins. No, wait! Make that two hundred."

He smirked as the paladin growled in response. An angry wolf wasn't a worried wolf, at least.

"I won't be long," Graham said with a nod. All Velven could do was watch him go through the shrubs and foliage in the direction of the sound they had heard. And then, he was alone.

The hyena's ears stayed up listening to the sounds of Graham going past and cutting the foliage in his path even after he disappeared from his sight. That didn't last long, though. Soon, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear anything anymore. The paladin was probably trying to be sneaky. That also meant that the bard was left alone in their small clearing with nothing but silence.

Time ticked by slowly. Second after second, minute after minute, and while Velven tried to keep telling himself that everything was fine, he couldn't stop the worry from growing within his chest.

"Damn them. Damn them all. Leaving me alone here..." Velven mumbled to himself. All just to break the unnerving silence of the cursed forest. The hyena tried to keep himself occupied. He picked his harmonica up again and played a song, though he kept it in a relatively low volume. What if a bear heard it? The bard played through five different long songs before he the worry started creeping on him. It made him miss a few notes on the sixth piece, which had him putting the instrument down with a frustrated grunt.

"Damned be them. Damn. Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn. They're gonna make ME act like the hero," Velven muttered again to no one in particular. He stood up, looked at the direction the archer, beastmaster and thief had gone, then at the direction the paladin had gone. Graham was supposed to be right back! He always followed through with his word. Always. Something had to be wrong.

"At least this is going to look great in a story." Velven continued to mumble to himself while he gathered his things inside his backpack. His hackles behind his neck were spiking in anxiety from the simple thought of going out there. "Mighty paladin, saved by a courageous bard. Oh, yes. And I'm going to sing it in every town. I will have every minstrel in all the realms singing it, then I'm going to make it into a divine hymn and dedicate it to Lupos just to make sure Graham hears it over and over in every freaking church he goes to..."

Velven stepped forward but stopped to take a deep breath before he made his way through the same bushes Graham had.

Treading through the forest was hard and annoying. Even more so without the others in front of him to tell him where to go or cut the path for him. Velven had little trouble following the cleanly cut foliage, presumably by Graham's sword, to know where the wolf went. He didn't have to brave the woods for very long before he came to a large clearing.

There, he also saw something else: a stone structure that looked like an abandoned house. The wildlife had taken over most of it. The hyena looked all around, but it was the only noticeable thing in the area. The forest was still silent. No sign of the paladin or anyone else, but if Graham had seen that, surely he must have gone in. Maybe he was still in there, even.

Velven was quiet as he approached the structure. Only upon getting close he was able to see that it was, in fact, some kind of weird chapel. Who would build something like that right in the middle of a dense forest? The large wooden doors looked well on their way to rotting but were closed shut. Graham liked churches. Maybe he was praying in there? Velven would kill him if he was. He thought about calling out to the wolf, but his ears folded back at the thought. What if... something else had happened? Maybe remaining hidden would be wiser.

The bard placed his hand against the wooden door, steeled himself, and pushed it open. It was heavier than he thought, but he managed to open it enough to slip inside. The inside looked pretty standard for what one would expect of a chapel. Tattered remnants of stained glass on the windows, rows of wooden benches falling apart and an altar at the center. When Velven's eyes fell upon it, they went wide.

The wolf's eyes met his and he got to see Graham's ears folding down in shame. Velven could only see so much of the wolf, bare and naked, arms spread in bondage against the altar and folded upon himself. His legs were held up in the air by another wolf. A different, brown-furred wolf that was holding himself against him. Velven gasped, eyes growing even wide when he saw the dark red of Graham's glistening cock. The details of the scene started dawning on him. The other wolf was also naked. He had his cock in... And Graham was covered in his own...

Velven blinked only once, and everything was gone. A loud sound startled him enough to make him jump and yelp. It sounded like thunder, far above in the horizon, and it rang through his ears. The illuminated chapel with rays of sun coming through the windows was gone and instead, the bard saw familiar candlelight. The light of dozens of lit candles. Then, the smell of wood hit his nose. Of food being made and of spilt beer. Velven blinked again, his mind utterly confused as each of his senses started registering different things. He started feeling a little cold, but with plenty of warmth coming at his face. His eyes focused better and he got to see the inside of the busy tavern he had just walked into. Or had he? What in the...

"Close the door, honey!"

The voice came from his side and it startled Velven all over again. Someone came and slammed the wooden door by his side, cutting off the wind and rain coming from the cold night. In the distance, the sound of thunder echoed again, but this time not as loud as before.

"What..." Velven started asking, mouth agape. When he looked at the waitress by his side, however, he was stunned for another second. This time for a whole different reason.

She was one of the prettiest sighs he had seen. A fox, judging by her reddened fur and bushy tail. She was dressed like a waitress, sure, but her clothes were rather provocative. The bard couldn't help but lower his eyes to her breasts for a moment in sheer instinct, both accentuated by the tight blouse she wore. Her skirt was a little too short and her stockings lined and transparent so that the whole of her beautiful legs were visible.

"It's pouring out there, love! Don't let the cold in! Come on. We're packed today, but I'm sure there's a table around for a handsome boy such as yourself!" She giggled at him, then winked before turning to walk away towards the busy tavern. Velven got to see her tail swishing back and forth in a movement he could swear was intentional to keep his eyes on her firm rear.

Velven blinked again. He still felt confused. The bard could feel his heart racing and his fur bristling with an instinctual feeling of imminent danger. Yet, when he tried to think about what had brought it up, he couldn't quite...

"Hngh..." Velven brought a hand up to his head, scratching it. What had scared him so much again? He had opened the door, and he had seen... Wait, where was he again? The hyena remembered he was with the others. They had been adventuring and they...

"Come on in, pretty boy!" The waitress yelled from the tavern, grabbing the hyena's attention again. He saw her waving him in towards an empty table. No matter how confused he seemed to be for some reason, he found it better to give her one of his charming smiles in return and head that way. When he sat down, she gave him a small squeeze on his shoulder before leaving with the promise of bringing him a drink. She was making it too easy.

Sitting there, Velven tried to think again. Something inside him still felt wrong, but his mind could no longer put a finger on what it could be. The others... they were in a different inn. They didn't want to go in that one. "Too promiscuous", Graham had said, which was the whole reason Velven had wanted to go there in the first place. He had been to that inn several times before. The bard looked up and around and, indeed, everything was exactly as he remembered.

Several rows of tables were spread around the large tavern. Walking back and forth, more waitresses dressed in the same way as that busty vixen were walking around serving the patrons. Canines, felines, avians or rodents, the tables were full of people drinking and laughing. The loud sound of random chatter filled the hyena's ears, which muffled the sound of heavy rain coming from outside. The smells weren't exactly pleasant, but they were so known to him. He could practically taste the poor-quality booze they served in his mouth from his memories alone. The tavern floor of the inn was larger than most and it even featured a small stage, on which he himself had performed several times. Usually on a drunken stupor. This. This was Velven's comfort zone. He could gather information, make friends, get to know anyone and still have a hell of a time doing it in a bustling tavern such as that.

Yet, still, something deep in his core still felt that wrongness. Like there was something he should be doing that he was forgetting. Velven felt an urge to see the others that he couldn't quite explain. He stared at the door trying to decide if he should go and brave the rain to see them. Where did they say they were going to stay again? As he tried to think, his eyes continued idly scanning the crowd when something caught his attention.

Sitting on a table alone near the center was a fox. Or, at least, his elongated muzzle and sharp long ears made him look like a fox. He wore common clothes, but was taller than the usual vulpine and had an unusual cream-colored fur. Velven was as good at spotting strange and suspicious fellows in a crowd as he was spotting the good ones. Or the drunkest, or the most likely to say too much in chatter. The guy wasn't even being subtle, though. The fox was staring straight at him. The hyena met his eyes, but he didn't even look away. Velven felt uneasy, which added to the doubts already clouding his mind about everything else, but then suddenly he got startled by a loud slam. Of a full mug hitting his table.

"You're so jumpy!" the waitress that had brought the drink said with another giggle. Velven looked at her and forced himself to smile to keep his appearance. He gave the strange fox one more glance and saw he was still staring, but the vixen was more forward. She came upon him and promptly sat on his lap from the side, putting an arm over his shoulders. The bard could smell her feminine scent coming upon him as well as he could feel her fluffy rear and bushy tail over his legs. Her skirt was so short that it was almost coming up, but she didn't seem to mind.

"You look like a traveller! Maybe you have a few stories that can entertain me later tonight..." the vixen said in a suggestive tone. Her hand came down to his chest to caress it and her look was nothing if not dirty. She winked at him again. To that, Velven grinned.

"Oh, dear, you have no idea," he replied. He brought one hand down to her thigh, knowing she wouldn't mind that. She just giggled more in response.

"The nights are warmer when you have someone to share a bed with, aren't they? Especially if it's someone as handsome as yours truly..." Her hand went a little lower to feel the hyena's abdomen, but she also made a light grinding movement with her rear right against the bulge of Velven's crotch. It had the desired effect. The hyena found himself sniffing at her to take in more of her scent. There were heat and arousal there too. The distinct canine scent of female excitement he knew too well. It made him lick his lips. He knew she wouldn't do it for free, but damn if she wasn't good at getting work.

"Sweetheart, I think you're in the right way of getting yourself a deal." Velven wasn't subtle. He didn't have to be. He leaned forward to press his muzzle against her neck, which she exposed with a small laugh to let him lick. That's when he felt a tap on his shoulder that made him have to stop to look.

It was another waitress, this one more canine in appearance. She had a gray colored wolfish-like fur but her features made her more doggish. She wore the same beautiful combination of top, skirt and stockings that the vixen in his lap wore. She, however, didn't seem quite as giddy to see him as his current companion. As the bard looked at her, a hint of familiarity hit him. He was sure he had seen her before...

"Someone is waiting for you in room four," she said, to which Velven raised an eyebrow.

"You're gonna have to give me more than that, sweety."

To this, she smirked. Then she turned away letting Velven see her tail swishing back and forth right above the short skirt. "Well, you're not getting more than that. Don't keep me waiting."

The hyena watched her walk away towards the rooms in the back and chuckled to himself. The fox in his lap looked mildly disappointed, but he promised he'd come back for her later. Maybe he could afford to go to his room with two of them. He very much liked the thought of that...

As Velven made his way to the rooms in the back, he glanced at the suspicious fox again. He was no longer staring at him, but he still sat there alone and looking disconnected from the other laughing, active patrons. He made a mental note to ask the bartender in a casual conversation about that guy later on.

When Velven arrived at the wooden door with a "4" scribbled on it, he knocked. A girly "come iiiin" quickly followed, which had the bard smirking to himself. He straightened up his clothes and licked his hand to make sure his spotted fur was plain and handsome before he opened the door to walk in.

The room was just as he remembered. He had been in that very room before. Pretty small room with everything made of simple wood. The only feature that stood upon it was the large bed that actually occupied most of the space. What else did anyone need anyway? Better yet, as Velven stepped in, he saw the dog waitress that had called him lying on her elbow over it. She smiled when she saw him enter.

"Well now, if you wanted some private time with me you just had to ask, sweety! Didn't need to go all cryptic on me." The hyena grinned and stepped inside, hands already going down to loosen his belt a little when suddenly the door he had just stepped past slammed shut behind him. It made the hyena jump to the side and, when he did, he saw that there wasn't in fact just the two of them in the room.

"I wanted some private time with you alright..."

The male that had been hiding behind the door growled his words. He also had a gray-ish fur and distinct canine features. He was tall. A few inches taller than Velven and his chest was as broad and muscular as Graham's was. Wearing regular commoner clothes in the form of a cheap-looking shirt and pants, he looked kind of wolfish, but his muzzle was a little rounder and some of his features were softened. He was clearly a dog, just like the waitress. Velven's heart started beating faster with a large male growling and staring daggers at him, but he also struck him as familiar, too. It took a few seconds of confused staring from the bard before his memory stopped failing him and the spark of recognition hit his eyes.

"You're...!" Velven stammered. As soon as he recognized the large dog, his eyes snapped to the door. His only way out. The large dog caught that move and promptly stepped in front of it, blocking his exit. Velven's eyes snapped towards the small, closed window on the other end of the room already wondering if he could jump out of it.

"Name's Taylor, in case you forgot, you tricky cheatin' bastard scum of a hyena," the dog cursed. Velven had indeed forgotten his name, but not his face. When he glanced at the waitress, now sitting in the bed with her legs crossed and a pleased expression in her face, he recognized her as well.

"Look, buddy, let's not get ahead of ourselves here, yeah? I can explain-" the bard started, putting his hands up and slowly retreating towards the wall, but the dog took a hard step forward, stomping the ground, cutting him off and making Velven flinch in his boots.

"Shut it! You're not gonna sweet talk your way out of THIS one!" The dog's snarling showed just how angry he was.

"But I didn't-" the bard started again, only to get cut off by the dog coming towards him, grabbing him by his shirt and actually lifting him off the ground by it. Only then did Velven's ears truly pin themselves down over his head. He got to see from up close just how freaking big and strong Taylor was. Dogs rarely ever grew that large! He was even bigger than Velven remembered him being. He guessed that was a desirable trait for a city guard like Taylor, but still...

"I said, shut it." The dog's growling was right against his muzzle. Velven turned his away, but he could still smell alcohol in the dog's breath. Taylor extended his other arm towards the waitress in the bed. "Vera. Give me the bag."

She stretched herself to reach out to the other side of the bed and reach for a bag she apparently had over there. When she did, her legs got spread and her skirt went up. Velven couldn't help but glimpse at what was under it and, for that, he got a sudden slap to his face from the dog holding him against the wall.

"Ow!" he complained, bringing a hand up to rub his muzzle. He squirmed a little trying to get out of Taylor's hold, but he couldn't even make the dog budge.

"Screwing my wife behind my back wasn't enough?! You have some NERVE tryin' to get a peek under her skirt as well!" The dog was huffing with anger.

"I wasn't! I didn't! I- I mean, I did, but she offered it! I just took it and didn't know! It wasn't my fault!"

It was true. And it had also been many years ago. Before Velven even hung out with the group of weird adventurers. He had been at that same inn and, as always, all the cute waitresses were being flirty. So what if he had offered her a few drinks? She had been the one asking him to go upstairs. Even as drunk as he was, he remembered having quite a fun night with that dog. He didn't come to regret it until the next morning when her husband, one of the town guards, barged into the tavern yelling with armor, spear and uniform on. Luckily Velven had managed to get dressed and slip past the dog. It wasn't so hard to outrun someone wearing a full set of armor, after all. He did, however, have to steer clear of that town for a good while.

As the dog picked the bag from his wife and let go of him to rummage through it, the bard glanced towards the door again. He cursed himself for being so foolish to forget about it and come to the same town and same inn again. What was he thinking? When he tried to actually think about what he had been thinking, his head started to hurt. He hadn't...

"Here it is!" Taylor exclaimed, loud enough to snap Velven away from his thoughts. He saw the guard holding a bundle of clothes in his hand. The hyena had no intention of sticking around to figure out what that meant. He immediately tried to run past Taylor towards the door, but just as he thought he had managed, he felt a hard grab on his tail that made him grunt with pain as it pulled him back. That was followed by a grab on the back of his shirt and then him promptly getting thrown over the bed. The waitress had gotten up, arms folded over her chest just staring at him.

"You dare try to pin what you did on my sweet, sweet Vera. After you got her drunk and SEDUCED her with your little bard-y lies," Taylor said, still growling up a storm.

"But she came to me! Tell him, Vera!"

She looked away and let out a sob so dramatic that one didn't have to be in the performing business to see it was fake.

"I told you I was married! You said I should follow what my heart and body wanted..." She let out a cry that was obviously also fake. Velven frowned. He had indeed said that, though...

"SEE?" Taylor came at him and before Velven could twist away, the dog made a grab for him. He wasn't able to get away before the large dog could take hold of his leg, pull him closer, then twist him and grab him by the scruff.

"You're gonna pay for sleeping with my wife. The whole town knows about it after I ran out after you! The mocked ME for it! Oh, but tonight, little bard... Tonight things are gonna change. You just waltzed right into your worst damn nightmare!"

When Velven looked back at Taylor, he was grinning. A grin that was a little too large, a little unnatural in comparison to the rage he had displaying. For a brief hint of a moment, the bard also swore he could see two things swaying behind the dog. Two tails? He blinked, but when he looked again there was only Taylor's bushy appendage swinging back and forth. His eyes went back at the dog to see a growling snarl rather than a grin again. Was he seeing things? When Taylor pulled him closer, Velven felt silly for worrying about tails and grins rather than getting beat up by the large angry guard currently taking hold of him. He tried to twist again, but Taylor just growled and held him tighter.

"You're not going anywhere! We'll start by making you feel more COMFORTABLE!" As soon as he said it, Velven felt a hand grabbing the neck of his shirt. He brought his own hand up to take hold of Taylor's wrist, but the dog's other hand came to the hyena's neck to hold him in place. Velven saw with his own eyes how Taylor's muscled arms bulged when the dog pulled at his shirt hard. It was followed by a loud ripping sound and it didn't stop until his shirt fell down in ragged pieces behind him, leaving the bard shirtless.

"What are you...!" Velven gasped. The belt Velven had loosened earlier worked against him. All it took was a pull for it to come off, then the dog threw it aside and pulled the bard's pants down. His harmonica hanging from the belt hit the ground with a thump that had him gasping in worry for it. He tried to fight against it, twisting his legs and trying to kick, but aside from a few grunts he elicited from Taylor it didn't look like the dog had too much trouble handling him. It didn't stop until Velven was butt naked over the bed.

Then, came the worst part. Taylor brought up the clothes he had taken from the bag earlier and, when he separated them, Velven got to see them from what they really were. His eyes went wide and he immediately shook his head. The bard used a hand to at least try to cover his privates.

"What the hell are you going to do with those? I'm not... no. No no no no no no. No way! Let's talk about this! I can pay you! I can give you gold, pay you off generously! We can forget this ever happened!" Velven tried to crawl away while Taylor draped the clothes over the bed, but a hand came to his ankle right away to hold him there.

"You want to pay me? You think my wife is some common whore you can pay to fuck? Is that what you're saying?!"

Taylor looked angrier than ever. Things were not looking well. Velven tried to keep refusing, but the dog wouldn't take no for an answer. The hyena struggled all the way. Taylor grabbed at the scruff behind his neck and twisted it, managing to keep a painful hold of Velven and then his wife was there to help get it all on. She had experience doing it, after all.

Stockings, a skirt and a top. The same uniform every waitress of the tavern wore. They forced the stockings up the bard's legs no matter how tight they were around his muscles. He was lean enough so that the skirt came up with no problem, but he swore the one they had gotten him must have been even shorter than the ones the waitresses wore. For the top, Taylor had to hold his wrists still, but when they put it on him it left his chest almost bare, loose on the top due to his lack of breasts. When they were done, the dog pulled him up by the scruff and forced him to stand, Velven got to look down at himself and then he couldn't help but feel his face burning red with embarrassment.

The stockings were very tight. The skirt, short as it was, left his hanging, furry nuts pretty much at full display beneath it. They hadn't even given him any underwear! To the male hyena, used to wearing pants, it felt as if he was pretty much naked. Taylor's wife adjusted the lacings on the top behind his back so that it clung tight to his skin, giving him a ridiculously feminine look given his lack of proper muscle. Being bare naked was less embarrassing than wearing that.

"Look at that. You look fucking beautiful," Taylor mocked. The dog smirked, amused instead of angry for the first time in the night. When he finally let go of Velven's arms, the hyena promptly pulled the skirt down, but it was of little use. It was just too short. He couldn't hide everything no matter how hard he pushed it down. His rear was barely covered, either. With the waitresses, he had always appreciated that, but with a skirt so small for someone his size there was little of what was under his tail still hidden.

"Very funny!" Velven said in deep distress. "Very, very funny! You ruined my clothes! Do you know how much it costs to have a tailor make custom shirts?"

The bard tried to retreat from Taylor, but the dog just strengthened his grab on him.

"You think I care? We're not quite done yet! There's one more special touch I want to add." The grin that Taylor opened, this time looking more genuine with his own features, worried Velven greatly. He leaned down to take Velven's discarded belt and ripped his harmonica out of it.

"That's an expensive instrument! It has personal value!" The hyena made a grab for it, but the dog had no trouble keeping it out of his reach.

"Oh, yeah? We'll keep it close, then!"

Velven didn't understand what that meant immediately. The dog, however, threw him over the bed and forced him to lie on his chest. The bard barely had time to struggle before he felt his skirt getting lifted so that Taylor could shove his instrument up his most intimate part.

"AH!" The yelp Velven let out was anything but dignified. The harmonica wasn't large, but it wasn't small enough either considering the roughness with which Taylor shoved it up his ass. The dog didn't stop until a good part of the harmonica had been shoved up there. Velven felt his tailhole clench in response to the uncomfortable intruder, but it was in too deep to be fall out by itself. When the bard made the reflexive motion to reach down to pull it out, Taylor stopped him and slapped in the back of his head. The dog took hold of his scruff once more and forced him to stand again, but this time it had Velven wincing and grunting over the fact that he had his dear harmonica stuck up his tailhole.

"There! Isn't that better?" The dog mocked him. Velven tried to reach down to take it out again, but Taylor slapped his hand away immediately.

"No!" Velven whined, wincing.

"Too bad," the dog mocked. He twisted Velven's scruff painfully again, then tugged and pulled him with him. Towards the room's door.

Velven was forced to stumble in front of the dog as he was pretty much carried, but each step had the instrument up his ass twisting in a new frustrating way, making his walk weird and hobbled. It was only when Taylor reached for and opened the door that he stopped to think about what the dog was planning to do next.

"No! I'm not going out there like this!" Velven did his best to twist away from Taylor, but all the dog had to do was tighten his grip on his twisted scruff to make him grunt with pain.

"You are. And we're gonna have fun."

Velven whimpered. He tried to hold on to the doorframe to keep Taylor from dragging him outside, but all he got from his efforts was a hit from the large dog's knee on his back, hard enough to make him stumble. Taylor had no trouble dragging him by his scruff for a few steps before he managed to clumsily stand back up. Before they turned on the last hallway towards the busy tavern, the dog pulled the skirt-wearing hyena closer to him to growl right at his ear.

"You better collaborate, bard, or else I'm gonna get really angry and instead of pulling this funny little prank on you, I'm going to take you outside. Then you'll be begging me to just beat you instead of what I plan on doing with you."

Velven's tail tucked itself between his legs. He glanced at Taylor and, judging by how angry the dog looked, he felt confident that Taylor would follow through with what he was saying. He swallowed hard and gave the dog a quick nod in agreement.

Taylor's growl didn't fade away completely, but the dog did smirk. "Good."

With his grip still tight on the hyena's scruff, Taylor shoved the bard forward towards the busy tavern. As Velven was forced to step forward, he found himself facing the whole bar as before. Busy waitresses rushing back and forth and most tables full of men drinking, talking and laughing in the loudest manner possible. His heart started beating faster and a wave of sheer embarrassment hit him, making his face grow hot, as he stood there for all to see. Velven glanced down at himself to see his spotted chest and belly visible around the small, tight top. He saw his legs covered by the tight stockings and nothing but the small skirt around his waist, which looked outright ridiculous on his masculine frame.

At first, it wasn't as bad as he thought. Taylor stood there with him and, though Velven caught a few initial heads turning his way, the chatter continued as usual. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, the hyena thought, and then Taylor cleared his throat behind him.

"HEY!" The husky shouted at the top of his lungs. "We have a new waitress!"

The announcement quieted down pretty much the whole bar. Velven saw not just a few heads, but every single pair of eyes in the large crowded room focusing on him at once. The embarrassment he thought he had felt before grew tenfold and his face started burning. The bard quickly pressed his legs together and used his hands to force his skirt down as far as he could so that no one would be able to see his furry balls hanging beneath them.

There was only a small second of silence. It started with a lewd whistle from someone, then the whole room broke in a burst of laughter that had his ears pinning down against his head and his eyes glued to the ground. Velven was used to being in charge of the situation. To being the man of the room. Never before had he been the butt of a joke like that, though. They usually laughed with him, not of him.

Taylor laughed alongside them. He shook and twisted the grip on Velven's scruff, making the bard wince with a bit of pain. The few moments of everyone laughing, pointing and commenting on his ridiculous appearance seemed to last much longer than they really did to the ashamed bard.

Despite the dozen lewd comments thrown his way, people soon returned to their own conversations, though many eyes remained on him. Or, at least, talking about him, he was sure. Taylor looked more than satisfied.

"Can you let me go now?!" Velven asked in a rushed whisper. He would never set foot on that tavern again. Taylor looked down at him with a big smirk.

"Let you go? We're only just starting! You have a job to do!" The dog's voice was filled with mockery.

"What?!"

Taylor didn't bother answering. Instead, he shoved Velven again and forced him to walk forward through the tables. The patrons really enjoyed that. As Velven stumbled through trying to keep up with Taylor's steps so that he wouldn't pull at his fur so much, he got all kinds of whistles and mocking comments from the men he walked by. A wolf gave him a slap on his ass as he walked past him. He was pretty sure the bull that pulled his skirt up got a glimpse of his harmonica sticking out of his ass because he heard a gasp and a new burst of laughter from that table after they had walked past it.

As Velven was led towards the bar, he glanced at the door. He needed to find a way to escape. Maybe find the others! They could protect him. The hyena didn't relish the thought of being seen by them wearing... well, wearingthat, but it was still better than being at Taylor's mercy. The armored guard standing by the door was watching him with the same amusement as the other patrons, though, and if he was one of Taylor's buddies it was unlikely that he'd just let Velven run through. Things were not looking good.

They stopped in front of the bar. The bartender sneered at him, but it was one of the waitresses, a feline this time, that they went to see. She giggled looking at him.

"You got yourself a pretty one, Taylor," she said, which made Taylor grin.

"Damn right. She's got work to do. Give us a table."

The waitress giggled again and nodded. She reached down from behind the counter and pulled out a tray, then put three mugs of ale over it.

"That's for those gentlemen over there," she said pointing at a table where four wolves already had a good dozen of empty mugs between them. They were all looking and pointing at Velven already.

"Perfect. Thanks, sweetie." Taylor winked at the waitress, then roughly shoved Velven towards the counter so that his stomach hit it. The bard stumbled and grunted from the pain, but also felt his own ass clenching down on the uncomfortable instrument stuck inside his tailhole. Every step he took was a reminder that it was there, which in turn re-fueled his shame.

"Take the tray. You're gonna serve those men like a good little waitress," Taylor growled down at him.

"What? You can't be s-" Velven started complaining, but a second hard shove against the counter with another grunt of pain made him regret it. Reluctantly, the hyena picked up the tray with both hands. When Taylor pulled him and shoved him forward, it took all of his balance to keep the mugs from topping over. The bard was forced to stumble forward with it in his hands and every step feeling awkward over the instrument stuck in his ass. To make matters worse, having both hands holding and balancing the tray meant he couldn't even use them to keep his skirt pulled down. He was sure that the light breeze he felt on his swinging sack also meant that people might be able to see it.

There were so much laughter and noise around him that Velven was able to at least pretend in his head that it wasn't meant towards him. On his short way to the table of wolves, however, the brightly lit tavern before his eyes... flickered. The whole of what he was seeing shifted. He could see trees and plants. The sounds of the tavern vanished for just a moment and the sudden sweet yet familiar aroma of flowers filled his nose. The sounds of the tavern returned, leaving the bard confused. He could see the table with three large wolves sneering towards him approaching as Taylor pretty much carried him through his scruff.

Then, the world shifted again and he was no longer in the tavern. The only thing that remained was the grip at his scruff. Velven found that he wasn't walking, but instead being dragged. The crunching of leaves beneath him came to his ears as he was dragged through a small trail right in the middle of the woods.

What was happening? Where was...

And then it started flowing back to him all at once, like a river dam breaking. Velven gasped. The woods, the wizard, his friends!

Yet, the bard felt lethargic. He tried to get up, but his limbs would barely move. He blinked, trying to see better. Faint rays of sun escaped through the myriad of trees high above. The forests' unique set of flowers adorned the ground everywhere alongside plants, mushrooms and all kinds of foliage. Yet, everything was moving. Velven found that he was still clothed with the same clothes he had been wearing before. When he went out looking for Graham and all of that started. Just what in all the hells was going on?

"Hnngh..." Velven groaned. He tried to move, but all he did was squirm. Getting dragged through the earth was uncomfortable. He did manage to turn his head to look to the side, though, so that he could see who was carrying him.

By his side, two different fluffy tails swayed. Familiarity hit Velven right away. The cream-colored fox he had seen sitting in the tavern! Except that, this time, the fox was completely and totally naked. There was a light humming and a certain spring in the fox's step as he, seemingly effortlessly, dragged the bard through the forest.

"Hngh..." Velven complained again, and this time it made the fox stop and look at him right away. Their eyes met and then the fox grinned.

"Well, would you look at that!" the fox exclaimed, letting go of Velven's scruff. He could feel movement returning to his limbs. Enough so that he could bring his arms up to rub his head. They felt so heavy.

"Who...?" Velven asked, still looking at the fox. The stranger approached, then kneeled right in front of him. He still had the same sinister grin of pure amusement all over his face. It creeped Velven out.

"I think I might have underestimated your mind a little. Who would've thought?" The fox said, then he let out a small laugh.

"What?" Velven managed to ask. There were so many questions in his head. His thoughts quickly turned towards the others. Graham, Wayne, Jevier, Dreviren. Where were they? Who was that fox? Velven's sluggish minds started connecting the dots and, as he stared at the vulpine, his eyes grew wider. The fox must be...

"Nuh uh. You still have a lot of what I prepared for you to go through! You're going back in there!" The fox laughed again as he spoke. Velven saw the fox's hand coming up, his finger approaching to give his forehead one single touch. Then, the fox's white, toothy grin was the last thing he still got to see before his world went black for a moment.

Everything returned in full force. The sounds of the tavern blared on his ears so loud that it made him flinch. When Velven blinked, he found himself in the tavern again. The smell of ale and men returned in full force, and so did everything else. The hyena found himself leaning against a table with the tray of mugs he had been holding before resting over it. Worse yet, he was still wearing the skirt, the stockings and the uncomfortable feeling of his harmonica shoved up his ass returned.

Panic overcame the bard. How could that be possible? He had been in the forest...

"Such a beauty!" A wolf yelled by his side, followed by a slap on his ass so hard that it made it sting. Velven jumped and tried to get away, but then he realized that Taylor was still gripping his scruff as tight as before.

"She is, ain't she? I'm running a special discount for her, too. Free for the first fuck!" Taylor announced, which elicited laughter not just from the table of wolves, but from the ones on the side as well. Velven looked at all of them frantically. His heart was racing, but as he tried to think about what he knew he should be thinking, he found his thoughts fleeing his head again. That strange sense of worry overcame him, but he couldn't put his fingers on what it was about. He tried to think harder...

"I'll take it!" One of the wolves announced, standing up. That made Velven look up at the patron with fear.

The wolf was large. As large as Graham, but with black fur instead of gray like his paladin companion's. Judging by his clothes, Velven would guess he was a blacksmith, a woodworker or something else that required physical strength but did not pay too well. As the wolf approached him, Velven stepped back. Even if it meant pressing himself against Taylor's large form behind him.

"Wait, what?!" The bard asked, looking back at the dog holding him. Taylor just grinned.

"Looks like you got yourself a customer! I'd say you've got a knack for this, bard." Taylor mocked. He immediately pulled Velven back in the direction of the back rooms again with the wolf moving to follow.

"You can't be serious! C'mon, you can't do this!" Velven complained. He tried to twist away from Taylor's hold, but all that got him was pain on his scruff. The large dog's grip was rock solid. The bard looked at the other guard standing by the door hoping he'd help, but the guard was just looking at him and smirking as well. No help would come from there. Velven's mind was entirely focused on how to get away from that again, which made the unknown worries he felt like he should have a secondary thought once more.

Against his will, Velven was dragged back towards the same bedroom from before. This time, when the door closed behind him, he was between two oversized males. One angry dog whose wife he had fucked and one mean looking wolf who might want to fuck him.

"Guys, guys. Let's take a moment to talk about this. This is ridiculous!" Velven started, giving them a trying smile. He couldn't help but feel small in the middle of both large canines. The bard let out a frustrated groan and reached down with the intention of pulling his damn harmonica from his ass, but Taylor caught his wrist before he could and pulled it away.

"There's nothing to talk about," the large growl growled at him. Straight to his face. Taylor was clearly still very angry. "You're going to service this gentleman like the man-whore you are," the dog declared.

The wolf, however, looked amused. "This is gonna be fun. He's not gonna bite me, is he?"

Velven frowned at the lupine, but Taylor gave him a scolding shake.

"He won't. Not if he wants to keep his dick between his legs," the dog said. Velven's ears folded back in fear. He really, really needed to find a way to escape. If only the others were there!

"I think I'm gonna start slow just in case," the wolf said. Much to Velven's horror, he already started stripping. The large black wolf pulled his shirt up and threw it on the bed, then his pants and crude underwear quickly followed, revealing a large, muscular body. One that Velven might even be able to appreciate if he wasn't in such a dire situation. From between the lupine's legs, a hefty, black-furred sheath hung with the pink tip of his member already showing. The wolf went to the bed, threw himself over it and put his hands behind his head with a relaxing sigh before spreading his legs.

"How 'bout some licking? My feet are tired from standing all day. They could use some spit to ease the stress." The wolf lifted one of his clawed footpaws, pointing it at the dog and hyena while wiggling his toes. Velven's frown grew deeper.

"I'm not gonna lick anyon- Ow!" he started, but a hard slap to the back of his head cut him off.

"That sounds just about perfect!" Taylor declared. Velven brought a hand up to rub his head, but suddenly he found himself stumbling forward as Taylor pretty much dragged him towards the bed. The large dog forced him to get on his knees over it, never letting go of his scruff, then he slowly forced the hyena's muzzle down, lower and lower, until his nose was almost touching the sole of the wolf's foot.

Velven turned away from it. He could already smell the musk and sweat of the wolf's footpaw. Who knew where he had been? The bastard hadn't even been wearing boots! He must have left it by the tavern's entrance because he was barefoot when he started. That only made it worse! Velven had done a lot of wild things in bed before, but licking feet was definitely not up his alley. Taylor, however, definitely didn't have his tastes in mind. When Velven looked back at the dog with pleading eyes, his despair only seemed to please the dog further.

"Lick the gentleman's footpaw," Taylor ordered. He pushed Velven forward so that, even with his muzzle still turned away, he could grind the bard's face against the sole of the wolf's paw.

"Argh! But I don't-!" Velven started, struggling to get away. He managed to some extent, but then he felt the harmonica shoved up his ass getting pushed further in. It made him stop to groan in a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure.

"Do it! You better start being good or I will shove this fucking thing up there and then go out there to find a flute to be the second instrument up your fruity little bard ass!" Taylor barked. Another push at his harmonica had Velven grinding his teeth, but the wolf above him just laughed at the prospect.

"Fine! Fine! I'll do it!" Velven quickly said to avoid having his instrument pushed farther in. He longed to reach down and pull it away. Taylor, however, did stop and smirk down at him. He have Velven's scruff a hard tug and pushed his muzzle against the footpaw again.

"Then do it!" the dog ordered, and Velven had little choice.

The bard felt his face hot with embarrassment. The sinking feeling of humiliation burned within him as he looked at the dirty wolf's footpaw. He tried not to inhale through his nose to avoid the smell. The bard closed his eyes, forced his long canine tongue to come out of his muzzle... and pressed it against the footpaw.

He immediately gagged, not used at all to things like that. Both wolf and dog laughed out loud at him.

"That's all your pretty little tongue can take? I guess it must be really made of silver! Not as much fun using it to lick your better's feet, huh? You'd rather use it to seduce good men's wives?" Taylor shoved him forward again. Velven groaned, feeling his nose being ground against the footpaw.

To stop it, he forced his tongue out again and licked one more time. It wasn't as bad the second time, for he was already expecting the strong taste, but a strong sense of dread and disgust still burned within him. The dog laughed again, but the black wolf just let out a moan of relief as the bard dragged his tongue up his tired pads.

"Thaaaat's the stuff," the wolf sighed from above. Velven brought his hand up to wipe his muzzle, but Taylor wasn't having it. He simply forced the bard against the foot again whenever he stopped licking.

"Lick!" the dog ordered, and all Velven could do was obey. It lasted much, much longer than he would have thought it would. Taylor made him lick the wolf's sole clean until the footpaw was nothing but black fur and pads shining with saliva. Then, the dog had fun making sure he got his tongue between each clawed toe to lick everything in between them up. When Velven was pretty sure he was never going to take anything other than foot musk again, they made him get started on the wolf's other footpaw and repeat the whole thing again. It felt like hours for Velven until the wolf finally spoke up.

"I think I've had enough," he said from above, wiggling his clean toes in front of the bard's muzzle. "I have other things in need of shining."

The bard glanced back at Taylor just in time to see him grin. Then, he looked up at the wolf and saw what he was pointing at. The wolf's bright red member was mostly out of his sheath now, which in turn was bulging with what Velven knew was the canine's hidden knot. Before he could even complain about it, Taylor was already dragging him up. The wolf spread his legs wide to leave his cock and balls fully exposed.

"Start with my nuts. I want 'em shining like they're made of black marble. Then we can see where it goes from there." Velven got to see a smirk on the wolf's face as he spoke.

"This i-" Velven started complaining, but just as before, Taylor cut him off before he could speak.

"You heard the man! Get started!" The dog was glad to shove Velven down towards the wolf's balls until his nose was pretty much buried underneath them. The hyena didn't want to, but he couldn't help but take a whiff. If he thought the wolf's feet were musky, he really didn't know better.

The wolf's masculine scent was enough to make his eyes water. It took a little more effort from Velven before he could bring his tongue out to give the wolf's furry orbs their first lap. Unlike his companions, Velven didn't have too many reservations about being with other males. He had been with them plenty, but even he had standards! Plus, with the way he talked to them, it was usually them between his legs licking his balls all eager to please him.

Velven did his best to block all the mockery and laughter coming from above and at least, well, try to enjoy it. If he was going to be made to have sex with this wolf, perhaps he could still make the best out of it. The hyena was nothing if not positive. Sure, it would take a lot of drinking for him to try and forget this awful night had ever happened, but Velven forced himself to lick at the wolf's overly musky balls, at least looking at it that way made him feel a little less bad about it.

"Get the sides. Get your tongue in there! You heard the man, he wants 'em clean!" Taylor ordered from above. He pushed Velven forward more, burying his nose on the wolf's balls, then directing him to shove his tongue through the sides, beneath it, and even at the base of the wolf's sheath. Velven could see the bulge of the wolf's knot inside the furry pouch growing as the wolf grew more aroused.

The licking continued. Velven slathered the wolf's balls with a layer of his saliva, but they still kept him going. The wolf moaned above him every now and then and, the worst part was that on occasion a drop of precum would fall down over Velven's muzzle as he continued to be right beneath the wolf's rock hard erection. The bard did his best to ignore that and keep going, though.

Things got harder when Taylor, apparently getting bored, started to tug at his harmonica again. The dog pulled it out just a little, then shoved it back in with a laugh. Velven immediately let out a grunt to show his displeasure over it, but all that did was cause Taylor to lift his skirt up and do it again. Then again and again.

"S-stop that!" Velven said, stopping his licking, but that prompted Taylor to shove Velven's nose down so hard he pretty much kissed the wolf's taint.

"Less talking, more licking! I'll do whatever the fuck I want!" As if to defy Velven's wills purposely, Taylor pulled the harmonica out more, then shoved it back in in a rougher way. The dog started to actually fuck Velven with his instrument while he licked the wolf's balls. The bard wanted to speak up against it again, but he knew that would make matters worse, so all he could do was feel the humiliation of his situation rise up on him again and keep licking, hoping the wolf would put a stop to it.

He didn't, though. Velven had been with plenty of men before and, while he was usually the one doing the fucking, he wasn't a stranger to the pleasures a man could have from getting a good drilling back there. That's why it didn't exactly surprise the bard when he felt the tingle of arousal starting to burn on his loins. Having his harmonica, which was hard and wide, shoved into his tailhole and used to fuck him wasn't comfortable by any means, but amidst all that cringe-like feeling there was a hidden pleasure. Something that came when Taylor hit the special spot in there, which he seemed to be hitting more and more often.

Still, Velven fought against it. He most certainly did not want to give his enemy the pleasure of seeing him get hard while wearing stockings and a skirt, licking some random wolf's balls and being fucked with his own instrument. It was, however, a fight the hyena could not win. Taylor continued to fuck him for fun with it and did not stop until he saw what he wanted to see.

"Hah! You really are a fucking slut! You're enjoying this?!"

Velven's ears pinned down against his head. He continued lapping at the wolf's balls dutifully just so that he wouldn't have to say anything. The hyena grunted, for Taylor shoved his harmonica even deeper up his ass before reaching around his skirt and grabbing at Velven's half-hard cock. He gave it a few playful strokes, feeling the member's hardness, then laughing out loud once more.

"Fuck! You're such a whore! Just wait until everybody hears about this!"

Velven's ears folded back once more. He kept licking but had to close his eyes for a moment when he felt Taylor's hand roughly grabbing his cock again to begin to stroke it. He would have to get out of that town and never come back. Hope he wasn't famous enough in nearby towns for people to associate this story with his image. And what if the others heard about it? He'd never hear the end of it. The others...

A sense of urgency returned to Velven's mind. What if they heard about this? Somehow, his mind told him it wouldn't matter. That there was something else that was of much, much more dire urgency about them that he was supposed to know.

"I don't even care, I just want a nice blowjob..." the wolf said from above him. Or, at least, Velven was pretty sure it was the wolf. His voice sounded... distant, as if he was hearing only an echo of it. He looked up at the lupine but realized everything was looking blurry. The hyena stopped licking. The touch on his cock stopped, the pressure his harmonica was doing on his ass vanished. He still felt arousal, still felt himself hard, but it was all gone. Suddenly, there was a blackness...

Velven blinked, open his eyes and groaned. He felt a little cold, but he found that he was no longer kneeling in an inn bed with his nose down on some wolf's balls. A sense of urgency, of adrenaline, washed over him as his sluggish eyes opened to take in his surroundings.

"Hnngh..." the bard groaned, feeling lethargic and heavy all over again. He brought his hand up and noticed that he indeed wasn't wearing stockings and a skirt anymore. Instead, he was completely naked. His chest and shoulder were wet, as was his muzzle, and he quickly realized he had been drooling. The bard found himself sitting down against a wall of some sort, but the place was so dark that he could barely see. His eyes felt like they were adjusted to the light of the tavern. It took a few seconds for dark shapes to start forming, but the second thing he noticed was that he was indeed hard and aroused. As much as he had been in the tavern. Sitting on the ground against a wall, naked and hard. What was going on?

"I can't go like this!"

Velven's ears stood up right away when he heard a clear voice nearby. He lifted his eyes and saw forms in the dark, then blinked to force his eyes to adjust more.

"Would you rather stay here with me, then?" Another voice said. This one sounded almost familiar and it was followed by a giggle.

"No!" The first voice said with a growl.

Velven could just make out the two of them standing there, talking. One was bulky, with thick fur, especially around his neck, and with both hands holding his crotch. He looked like he was naked. The other one had a lean frame and shorter fur, but he looked just as bare as the first even if the way he held himself showed that he didn't give a damn about it. What caught Velven's eyes, however, was that the second man had not one, but two bushy tails swishing behind him. Recognition came to Velven right away. That fox. The wizard...

"How am I even supposed to find my way back?!" The first one asked again. Velven tried harder to make out his form in the dark, but as his eyes adjusted more, he realized he was a lion. Young, judging by his features.

"I'll make it easy for you. You'll get there in a day of walking, tops. Promise! Now hush before I change my mind and decide to keep you along with my five new playthings," the fox said, both his tails wagging with amusement. Velven could the glint of his teeth as he grinned. The lion took a few steps back.

"My father will hear about this! About what you did to me!" The lion growled back at the fox, who in turn just laughed.

"I'm counting on that, little prince," the fox teased.

Prince? Velven blinked, focusing his blurry eyes on the lion. Squinting, the bard did manage to see that he did indeed resemble... the lion king. The one they had met in the castle. The one that had led them there, hiring them to deal with the wizard. Velven felt a rush to stand up. He moved, but his arms and legs felt like they weighed five times more than usual. Despite all the effort it took, the bard still forced himself to stand.

The hyena tried to take in his surroundings. The ground was bare earth, yet it felt cool and hard beneath his feet. He found that he wasn't leaning against a wall, but instead, they were tree roots, thick and massive, but forming a dome that was just too perfect to be natural. Velven used then to hold himself as he tried to stand up.

The hyena's arousal was shrinking due to the dire nature of his situation. Velven still wasn't sure what the whole tavern ordeal had been about, but he was sure it had been some kind of trick. The memories he had trouble remembering before were rushing back to his mind. He had been looking for Graham and the others and they were all gone. Now he was in that dark place with the wizard right there. Looking around, he saw his bag sitting there against the wall as well. He had a knife in there, so maybe he could have some sort of protection...

"What a naughty, naughty boy," Velven heard the fox say. When he looked back at the wizard he found the cream-colored fox's eyes staring straight at him. A sense of dread and fear washed over the weakened bard. "Waking up on me again? We're gonna have to do something about that."

As the fox calmly stepped towards him, Velven tried to run towards his backpack. That proved to be a mistake, though, because his weakened legs gave in after the first step, which caused him to fall down on his chest instead. The wizard just laughed.

"Tsc, tsc. You're a bad boy indeed. How long have you been up? Were you listening to things you were not supposed to?" The wizard kneeled next to Velven, who made an effort to at least sit up and press himself back against the wall. "It's not nice to eavesdrop on people, you know?"

The bard didn't respond right away. He glanced back at the lion, who was watching the interaction but staying in place doing nothing except for covering his privates with his hands. Velven knew he wasn't going to get any help from that front.

"It's not very polite to knock people out and drag them to your evil lair, either, so I guess that makes us even," Velven said even if he was still feeling out of breath from his weakness.

"I can't even argue with that," the fox said in response, opening up his large grin of amusement. "Look at you, all weak and powerless, like you always were..."

The fox was staring right at him now. Velven looked up at the wizard, then immediately looked away. Creepy didn't even begin to describe those eyes. It felt like the wizard was looking through him rather than just at him.

"And I see you did hear more than you were supposed to. Oh, little bard, I'm gonna have to punish you for pulling those shenanigans on me."

Despite his accusations, the fox didn't seem worried in the slightest. Velven looked at him, then at the lion again. It didn't take a brilliant mind to see something was wrong there. Velven glared at the wizard, ignoring his piercing eyes.

"He's king Von Hardt's son, isn't he? The prince?" Velven's accusatory look shifted to the lion instead, who indeed shun away from him. It told him everything he needed to know. "What's he doing here? The king never told us..." Velven grit his teeth. "The king said it was just a curse. What's going on here?"

The wizard chuckled. "Well, in the little king's defense, he didn't really lie to you. He just didn't tell the whole story." The fox stood up and walked towards the lion again. The prince stepped back from him but didn't stop the fox from putting an arm over his shoulder and pulling him close as if they were friends or something. The lion was clearly scared of the fox even if, given how the lion was slightly taller and far more muscular than the lithe fox, it looked like he could beat the wizard to a pulp right there and then if he wanted to. Instead, the prince just looked away and kept his head low, hands pressing harder against his bare crotch.

"I was planning on telling you guys when I had all five of you in one place, but I guess it doesn't matter if you get to know it first. I can already see your pretty little mind putting the pieces together." The fox kept grinning at him, but Velven just frowned.

"You see, when the last adventurer I had in my hands got boring, I started looking for new replacements that would suit my... needs. When I heard about the fame of your little group and who you were, I yipped in excitement! I knew I had to have you for myself! So, I set my little plan in motion..."

The wizard stopped to caress the lion prince's mane. He looked deeply uncomfortable with that, turning his face away.

"It was troublesome, mind you, but I knew my scheme had to be grand! I took this little princeling here and used his bloodline to cast the most amusing curse on his family. I had so much fun watching that big old lion king suck cock like a whore!"

Those words did prompt a small growl from the prince, but he still did nothing but keep his head down.

"Then, I forced him to call upon you folk. We had a pretty little deal. The five adventurers sent my way and, in return, I give him back his son. The pride and joy of his family! You know, I didn't even have to persuade him very much before he accepted the deal. And now, since he held his end of the bargain, well... It seems like I'm gonna have to let this handsome prince go, after all."

Judging by the way the wizard was telling the story, Velven believed what he was speaking the truth. Velven managed to let out a weak growl.

"They sent us to a trap?" the bard asked, looking at the lion in an accusatory manner. The prince didn't dare meet his eyes.

"Honestly, I bet that king did hope that perhaps you lot would be able to beat me. Maybe. If he did, though, then that means he's an even bigger fool than I thought!" The wizard laughed, but he finally let go of the lion. "Go, little prince, go home. I'm sure your father will be happy to see you, even if it is butt-naked at his gates."

The lion stepped away from the wizard again. The prince gave Velven one last look on which the bard was sure he could see some regret. Or perhaps it was... pity? He couldn't tell, for the lion, holding his crotch, turned to run away. Velven realized for the first time that there was actually a wooden door placed right over the tree roots, looking completely misplaced. The lion opened it, letting sunlight come in, and then closed it again with a slam, leaving them both alone in the dark tree den.

"You're not gonna get away with this," Velven said, growling. He was starting to feel a little stronger, but he stayed put, sitting with his back against the roots. He knew he had little chance of making it to his bag before the wizard actually did something. "Where are the others? If you think you're gonna get them as easily as you've got me, you're very mistaken."

That prompted another laugh from the wizard, who approached him again.

"Oh, dear. I dare say I had more trouble with you. Since they weren't as promiscuous as you, they are a lot easier to... enjoy."

Velven's ears folded back. Could the others really have been caught? No, the wizard was messing with his head, he was sure. His eyes trailed back to his backpack. If he could get to his knife...

"You're just adorable, though. Adorable," the wizard continued. "But, cute or not, we need to get back to the matter at hand. That is, your punishment for being naughty. I think I have just the thing that will make it just perfect." The fox laughed as if anything he had said was funny. Velven growled at him as he took a few more steps towards him until the wizard was standing right in front of him again.

"Sometimes I'm so brilliant that I impress myself!" The wizard kneeled in front of him, getting on eye level with Velven. The bard wondered if he could lunge at him, but before he could, the fox's hand came up once more. "Enjoy it. Or, rather, try to..."

The wizard's finger came up to his forehead.

"No!" This time Velven still tried to avoid it, but he wasn't fast enough to dodge it. He still heard the fox's laughter, at first echoing, then fading away as the blackness took him once more.

The world spun on him. The softness of a bed could be felt under his knees and under his chin. The first thing that hit him was actually the strong smell of musk. If this wasn't real, how could it smell so musky? It was enough to make Velven frown. But this time, his heart was still racing. He knew it wasn't real, so he wouldn't let himself fall down under the wizard's spell. Or whatever the hell that craziness was. He needed to get out, find the others, help them...

"I think he's dreaming about cock," a feminine voice said from his side. Velven opened his weary eyes to see the waitress from before, Taylor's wife, standing next to the bed and looking at him. That was followed by a hard slap to the back of his head.

"Hey! Did you hear what I said, bard?" Taylor asked with a growl from behind. The direness of his situation started returning to Velven's head as well. When he stiffened for the slap he also involuntarily clenched his ass and had to groan as he felt his own instrument shoved up there. The revealing clothes, the big, red lupine erection right in front of his face...

"What?" the hyena asked, feeling confused once again. The others! He tried to think about them, but he could feel his thoughts fleeing from his head. How did the wizard do that?! He couldn't let it happen!

Another slap came to his head. It hurt.

"Ow!" Velven complained, but when he looked back at the dog, Taylor just smirked.

"Pay attention when I'm talking to you. Or are you so enticed with this guy's dick that you can't focus on anything else? Hah! Whore."

Velven growled back at Taylor. Damned be that dog, damn him! The others! He needed to get away from Taylor so that he could get help from the others in the other tavern. That's what he needed to do. Velven made an attempt to pull away from the wolf, but a quick grab at his scruff forced his muzzle down at the wolf's junk again with ease.

"I said that you're enjoying this too much. I expected you to be a fucking slut, but not THIS much of a slut. My sweetheart here and I are gonna fix that." Taylor's voice was full of amusement and mockery. Velven glared back at him with confusion and only then did he notice that the waitress was carrying a bag. She reached in, pulled out something small and made of metal, then handed it to Taylor.

"They use it in male brothels," she explained. "Hard stuff. Apparently, some people get off on doing it when the other males are wearing it."

Velven didn't get a good look at what it was before Taylor took it from her. He did hear a laugh from the dog behind him, though. When Velven tried to get up and look back to see what it was, Taylor just shoved him back down.

"You just stay down there and do your job. The wolf wants to get off," the dog growled. Velven didn't like it. At all. Especially when the dog started grabbing his balls and pulling them back.

"Hnghf!" Velven complained, muzzle hard-pressed against the wolf's balls. Gods, the smell was strong. The hyena flinched, feeling his balls getting pulled, then something cold being pulled around them. The short fur was not enough to keep his toes from curling from the cold sensation. The bard tried to pull back from the wolf's crotch so that he could fight and complain against it, but Taylor kept his scruff pressed down hard. Not even using his arms to push against the bed Velven managed to pull himself up. Then, the dog's hand started feeling his half-hard length. When had he gotten hard? Or... when had he gone soft?

"Brace yourself, whore," the dog warned, though it seldom served as a warning. Before Velven could even start wondering what he meant by that, the hyena felt Taylor squeezing his balls. Hard.

"AAAH!" he pretty much yelled right over the wolf's balls. The lupine shifted with discomfort, even in his semi-drunk state. The squeezing didn't stop, however. Velven gasped and found it hard to breathe as an acute pain shot through his whole body from his balls. He desperately reached down between his legs despite his awkward position to try and wedge Taylor's hand away from his nuts, but it was hopeless. The dog didn't let go until he wanted to let go a few seconds later. To Velven, it felt like minutes. He finally released his breath, but the pain hadn't gone away just yet. Even his vision was a little blurry.

"What... the hell...!" The bard complained. He found that Taylor's hand against his scruff had vanished, but he was in too much pain to do anything. Not to mention that the dog still had him by the balls.

"Needed your dick to grow soft," Taylor explained. Velven still felt his balls aching, but the pain was slowly subsiding. He did, however, also feel the cold touch of metal on his sheath. All around it, in fact. He could feel Taylor tugging things back and forth down there, but by the time he was composed enough to get up on his elbows and look down, it was already too late.

Right over his sheath sat a firm cover of metal. He could see what the ring around his sack was now. They kept his balls pulled forward and served to keep everything in place, hugging the base of his sack firmly. Above it, a contraption of metal of the likes Velven had never seen, but it kept his sheath confined within it with nothing but a tiny hole right above it by the center. The bard, completely new to something like that, had trouble making sense of its purpose, but anything that went anywhere near his dick was a big red flag for him.

"What the hell is that?!" he asked in alarm. Velven immediately started to get up, but then Taylor's heavy paw came crashing down to grab at his scruff, twist it painfully and push him down again. His muzzle came down over the wolf's balls so hard that the lupine even flinched and let out a little growl as a complaint.

"Shut it, bard. That's just a special little something to keep whores like you at bay." As Taylor explained it, his paw went down to feel the metal cage. Velven could feel it rubbing at it with how snug the cage was around his sheath. Then, Velven felt Taylor's claw tickling at his soft member through the tiny hole at the top.

"See, this is where you piss through," the dog explained, clearly having fun with it. Meanwhile, as the purpose of the damned thing started sinking into Velven's mind, he started panicking. Taylor's finger trailed over the cage towards the base, right at between the cage and his balls. "...and this is where the lock is. My sweetheart has the only key, you see."

The bard's eyes shot to the side to look at the waitress. She held the smallest key he had ever seen between two fingers, then threw it inside the bag she had been holding. She closed it shut and giggled.

"I'll take good care of it, don't you worry," she assured him, but Velven's heart just sank. That thing was locked around his sheath?! But that meant...

"When you try to get all hard an' horny, though..." Taylor said, pretty much laughing above him. He felt the dog's hand leave his cage to reach towards the harmonica still stuck in his ass and, just as before, push it further in, then wiggle it around inside his tailhole a little. Velven immediately tensed up, groaned and, just as before, his body's response was that his dick started hardening again. Or, tried to.

When the hyena's cock hit the metal cage, he felt his balls getting pulled up just a little further in an uncomfortable way, but what felt really awful was the way his member swelled inside his sheath. It pressed against the metal, more and more, but it just couldn't grow, so instead of the usual pleasure of a hard-on, Velven got a frustrating ache of horniness and a feeling of awful tightness around his constricted dick. It was hell! Whoever had invented that device must have been the devil himself. Who would ever do that to a male?! He forced back against Taylor's grab on his scruff, managing to raise himself from the wolf's balls at least enough to growl.

"This is ridiculous!" Velven complained with his ears folded back. The tightness he felt around his sheath was just... wrong! In so many levels! "You can't do this, Taylor! Take that thing o-HMPFH!"

Velven didn't get to finish. Taylor's hand came to slap the back of his head so hard that he felt dizzy for a moment. The dog's growling overcame his own, which had the hyena trying to fold his tail between his legs without even meaning to.

"I said, shut it! You're wearing this and you better stop your whining before I shove the key down your yapping gullet!" The dog's words were harsh. Velven saw Taylor waving a paw towards his wife, who just giggled at the scene and then turned away to leave. The bard's desperate eyes followed her, or rather, the bag she held with the key inside, all the way out until the room's door had been closed behind her. Then, Taylor pulled him up by the scruff again.

"Now, let's go back to what we came here to do, yeah?" Taylor asked, opening up a smirk again. All Velven could do was give him a fearful look. The drunk wolf lying there didn't seem to mind the rough way Taylor grabbed his hard cock, pointing it towards Velven's muzzle. "Open up."

"You ca-" the hyena started saying, but the moment he did open his muzzle, Taylor forced him down on the wolf's cock again. Velven gagged as the dog forced him to go deep into the pulsing, red member, but the wolf only let out a moan from above. His tail started wagging against the bed beneath the hyena. Taylor then forced the bard to go deeper, making him gag a few more times until his lips were kissing the wolf's engorged knot and the tapered tip of the canine's member was poking at the entrance of his throat. Velven had trouble breathing with the random stranger's sizeable cock taking all the space inside his muzzle. The messy, bushy pubic fur tickled Velven's nose as he breathed in through it, still gurgling and trying to voice some weak complaints.

"That's better," Taylor cooed. "Use that tongue. Show the gentleman how well you handle cock. You're not coming up until I see his cum going down your bitchy throat."

The wolf didn't seem to mind. Velven saw him grabbing at the bedsheets, felt his cock pulsing inside his muzzle and even felt him thrusting up weakly so that the bulge of his knot bumped against the front of Velven's teeth. The bard wasn't even trying to suck him off, but just the movement of his tongue as he tried not to drool so much and the spasm of his throat as he tried to breathe seemed to be enough for the wolf to start spurting precum right at the base of his tongue. The strong, unexpected taste was enough to make his eyes start to water a little.

"C'mon. Work it up. I want to hear 'im moaning!" Taylor said. He pulled Velven up by his fur, making the hyena cringe, then shoved him back down on the wolf's cock just as roughly as the first time. He then repeated the move a few times, making the wolf moan again above him as the hyena was forced to bob up and down the lupine's cock. Each time he came down, the wolf's cock stretched the entrance of his throat again, making him gag and wince anew. His deep discomfort made Taylor laugh, though.

"That's better!" he hollered, continuing to force the hyena to go down on the wolf. It went on for several minutes, during which Velven could clearly see the wolf's knot growing right before his eyes. It continued to inflate, pushing the gray sheath back.

It kept going until finally, Taylor shoved him back down all the way and grunted. "Arm's getting tired," he said in complaint. Velven narrowed his eyes, even as he struggled to breathe and keep up with the fact that he had a wolf's large cock inside his muzzle. He thought of ten different witty quips to counter Taylor's lame complaint compared to what he was going through. "I got a different way to shake you, though..."

Velven glanced back at the dog as best as he could, but he wasn't prepared to feel Taylor grabbing the harmonica stuck in his ass and roughly pulling it out in one go. It made him close his eyes for a moment and let out a grunt muffled by the wolf's cock. The relief that followed was pretty good, though. It, however, didn't last at all.

"I think it's about time I get some enjoyment out of all this work of punishing your ass," Taylor said above him. Velven didn't like the dog's suggestive tone at all. He tried to turn his head as best as he could given the cock stuck in his muzzle, but he couldn't see what Taylor was doing. He quickly realized he didn't have to see it, though, for he could feel it. He felt something hard grinding under his tail. Something that felt tapered and pretty big...

Velven's eyes went wide.

"Nnhmgff!" he tried to say through the wolf's cock. Taylor laughed. When had the dog even gotten hard?! Was he getting off on torturing him? Though these thoughts crossed the bard's mind, he found that they didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was about to get fucked by the guy torturing him. It wouldn't be the bard's first time, but usually getting fucked involved lubrication. Foreplay. It involved him knowing his partner would be gentle and, most of all, it involved him being drunk and horny enough to allow it. That situation had none of these elements in play.

Taylor didn't care, though. The dog, no matter how straight and masculine he claimed to be, seemed to enjoy the act of sinking his cock into the bard way more than he should. The skimpy skirt the bard was wearing was absolutely no protection. As he pressed forward, Velven had to make an active effort not to bite down on the cock he was being forced to suck on. He closed his eyes shut and felt the tip breaking his resistance, then he could feel each and every inch of Taylor's cock as it penetrated him, spreading him way wider than even his instrument had before.

The dog didn't let him come up from the wolf's cock no matter how much he huffed and groaned over getting speared by the dog's large dick. Velven could barely keep up with his breathing with the wolf's cock poking at his throat and his nose shoved against the lupine's pubic fur. In the end, though, Taylor had been right. When the dog managed to shove all of his size into the hyena, he pulled out in such a rough manner that Velven got pulled back an inch or two with him, then when he shoved himself back it was the fact that he got pushed back down to swallow the wolf's cock that kept him from yelling from the myriad of pain and stimulation that came from his abused tailhole.

Taylor, meanwhile, just laughed. He started laughing at the bard's woes, making his face grow hot, all while keeping a tight grip on Velven's scruff and making sure he could not pull back from the wolf's cock no matter how much he tried. He started to fuck the bard in a very rough manner, making sure each thrust was as hard as the last to make sure he was pushed forward.

The wolf above them all but ignored the whole thing. Velven could feel him even humping forward to shove his cock back into Velven's muzzle when Taylor pulled his cock and body back a little, only to have the bard's teeth bump against his large knot when Velven was pushed back again. The rough fucking left the bard dazed between both males, yet he could feel both of their cocks pulsing, one deep within his ass and the other deep within his muzzle.

That in itself got worse when the initial pain of Taylor's fucking started to vanish. The dog started sliding in and out of him with more ease, and also speed, due to all the stretching and precum. With the pain gone, all that was left was the way that Taylor's cock brutally mashed against all of the myriads of pleasure spots deep within the male's tailhole. It generated a pleasure that got sent straight to the bard's cock, which in turn got turned into a deep level of frustration because of the metal cage that had been put over his sheath.

If it wasn't for that, maybe Velven would be able to get into it. Maybe he'd be able to reach down and jerk off when the pleasure overcame the pain, then just recount the tale as an extra kinky sex session someday in the future. As he was, however, Velven did reach down to his sheath, but all he managed to do was to desperately tug at the godamned cage and in turn, feel just how tight and attached it was to his swollen sheath. His cock demanded to grow inside it, creating an uncomfortable tightness of the likes he had never experienced before. He could feel his own precum leaking through the hole at the tip of the cage, matting both his paw and the sheets beneath him. Instead of enjoying any of the awful stuff that was happening to him, his embarrassment and frustration only grew.

The fucking and forced sucking went on for quite some time. Given how clumsy his blowjob was, the wolf took a while to cum. Taylor's fucking had evolved to an angry series of quick thrusts that had the dog's grown knot mashing against his entrance nonstop. As a consequence, Velven was forced to do some quick bobbing while at the same time deepthroating the wolf's length. He got to see the lupine's own paws coming down to squeeze at his large knot, then the wolf's moaning combined with his cock starting to pulse gave away what was going to happen.

Regardless of that, Velven wasn't ready.

The flood of warm, sticky wolf cum that came to his throat made him gag anew. Taylor didn't stop fucking him for a single second, even as he was forced to loudly gulp one, two, then three mouthfuls of wolf cum deposited almost straight at his throat. He could feel the wolf thrusting against his muzzle as if trying to knot it, despite how tight his paw seemed to be squeezing the large bulb of flesh. Some cum ran down the wolf's cock, coating the inside of Velven's muzzle with the salty, sticky male seed and causing him to cough. It was only then that Taylor hilted himself in and seemed to notice the wolf had cum in the first place. It brought a whole new level of laughter from him.

"Hah! Whore!" the dog yelled from above. He pulled Velven out of the wolf's cock, which allowed him to finally gasp for proper air and cough out the last spurts of cum stuck in his muzzle. The dog, however, brought his other paw up to grab at the wolf's pulsing dick and then forced Velven's muzzle forward so that he could wipe all of the drool and cum still sticking to the wolf's length with the bard's muzzle. It resulted in specks of sticky cum sticking to the short fur of his snout while he still coughed and tried to regain his breath. The wolf above him just let out a sigh and went limp, obviously satisfied.

"Great job, bard. Now it's my turn!" Taylor's announcement left little room for argument. He pressed Velven's muzzle down again until his muzzle was hard-pressed against the bed, right beneath the wolf's furry orbs, then with the other hand grabbing the bard's hips for support, resumed his strong thrusting. He used the paw holding Velven's scruff down as support as well, hard-pressing the hyena down while he angled himself better for the fucking. His thrusts got rougher, making Velven's toes curl and his claws to sink into the bed's sheets for how intense they felt.

"S-stop! Not the-AAH!" Velven managed to find time to plea, but it was too late. He could feel the dog's knot pressing against his tailhole, but when he was about to ask for Taylor to take it easy, he felt the intense spreading of it slipping past his resistance. With the knot sinking into his tailhole, Velven felt the whole of Taylor's cock deep into him, taking up all the space. The dog, however, continued to thrust as hard as before, if not harder. The large bulb of flesh crushed the bard's prostate, mashing into it in a rough manner that had his dick pulsing even forcefully soft as it was. The mix of pleasure and pain was such that, at one point, he could swear he was cumming as a steady yet weak flow of precum came from his cage. He felt his sheath sticky with it inside its metal prison, yet the deep discomfort of his cock desperately trying to harden never ceased. The metal was relentless. Taylor's pleasure, however, was not constrained by such devices.

The dog howled when he came. Velven's muzzle, already red in embarrassment, grew to more crimson-like tone, for he was sure the whole inn must have heard the dog's howl. The deep feeling of defeat and embarrassment only grew bigger when he felt the flood of Taylor's cum filling up his tailhole as well. Unlike with his muzzle, however, the dog's knot made sure that not a single drop of it would slip out. It grew even larger than before, locking both males together and making sure that the male's seed would stay deep within his bitch. It was a few seconds of intense spurting before Taylor finally relented, his cock still pulsing within the bard. The large dog let out a sigh of pure pleasure and relief.

Velven just laid there, face against the bed, the taste of cum in his muzzle and the intense feeling of an oversized cock pulsing inside his tailhole, knot and everything. Despite how awful everything he was, he still felt more aroused than he ever remembered feeling. His cock was still trying to grow hard, throbbing inside the hellish metal cage. A warm drop of cum came to his forehead from the wolf's still hard cock above him, making him flinch. It was only then that Taylor's grip on his scruff softened, allowing him to at least try to relax a little after the whole ordeal.

"You're a good fuck, bard. And it looks like the rumors about how good your tongue is were true, too," Taylor said above him in mockery. Velven just wanted to turn invisible there and then. The dog, however, obviously had different plans. Velven felt Taylor leaning in over him, which made him let out a few weak grunts because of how that made the dog's knotted cock move inside his tailhole.

"What's wrong?" Taylor asked with a chuckle. "You didn't enjoy the sex?"

The question, in obvious mockery, was accompanied by Taylor reaching an arm around Velven and then reaching down to rub at his cage. That act alone had the bard letting out a weak groan of frustrated pleasure. Taylor laughed again, then the hyena felt the dog wiping his pre-soaked hand on the fur of his stomach.

"Well, then perhaps you're still gonna enjoy the rest of the evening," Taylor continued. Velven's ears perked up. He looked back at Taylor with fear.

"What? Haven't you done enough?!" Velven wanted to growl, but he couldn't bring himself to. He only managed to lower his ears. Looking back, all he had time to see was Taylor's grin.

"Not even close, bard."

Velven grunted when Taylor's hand around him pulled him back. The cock inside him shifted and pulsed while his back got pressed against the larger dog's furry chest. Then, Taylor forced him up, back against his chest, carrying the bard impaled on his knot with him as he moved to get up from the bed.

"Ow! Ow ow ow! S-stop! Ow!" Velven complained, whimpered and groaned while Taylor moved him. He kept gritting his teeth and, when Taylor finally managed to stand up, Velven was forced to keep his legs bent in the air. The dog held him up by his chest with one hand with little trouble, but he was still impaled and stuck by the large, engorged knot stuck in his rear. Velven's small skirt didn't hide how Taylor's shirt was directly connected to his ass beneath his tail, nor how his balls and metal-encased sheath were wet with precum.

"We still have drinks to serve. You think you can have time off your work just because you came back here to get a little fuck?" The large dog spoke right to Velven's ears, which in turn pinned themselves down against his head to those words. His eyes grew wide.

"What?! You can't be serious! I can't go out like THIS! We're stuck!" Velven complained and immediately attempted to struggle. Taylor's muscled arm pressed his chest hard, keeping Velven's back against his body right away, however, and the moving of Velven's legs alone was enough for him to groan at how that cock shifted inside him. The weak tugs he attempted with his poor positioning were enough for him to see that he did not want to try tugging away from that large knot just yet.

"That's okay. I don't mind people seeing my sheath," Taylor said, chuckling. For the dog it was easy. All he had was his pants open and some of his sheath visible under the bard's tail, while Velven, on the other hand, was wearing the feminine top, skirt, stockings, a metal chastity cage and had a cock up his ass.

"No!" Velven still said in disagreement, but it was useless. Taylor started walking towards the door, carrying him on his knot as he was. Each step bounced the stuck bard up and down in a way that his face twisting in a wince for how the cock and knot speared him all over. As Taylor reached down for the door to open it with his free hand, Velven still tried to struggle one more time. Anything to not be seen like that. Taylor just held him firmly, however.

"Quit squirming," the dog said as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway. A waitress was there, the same one that had flirted with him on the beginning of that awful night, and the look of utter shock in her face slowly turning into amusement was enough to make Velven's face burn like fire. "If you keep squirming my knot will never go down. We'll be like this all night."

Velven, the bard who always knew what to say, was wordless. He had no words to defend himself when they stepped back into the large tavern hall, which only seemed to be bursting with even more people than before. All of them, with no exception, turned to look at him when they stepped in there. The hyena, stuck on the dog's knot and wearing waitress clothing, felt more embarrassment than he ever thought possible when all the laughter in the room was directed towards him and him alone.

Things did not get better. As they walked, each step had that knot shifting inside him. Despite the deep humiliation, his cock didn't stop trying to grow in its frustrating prison. The new drops of precum leaking through his cage visible under his skirt brought new bouts of laughter and mockery.

Velven tried to avoid looking at anyone, but when his eyes met that of the cream-colored fox, still sitting alone at the same table from before, his heart raced for a moment. The fox looked straight back at him, face looking as amused as anyone else's. Or perhaps even more. When the bard tried to think about who that fox was, a sense of urgency washed over him, he tried to think...

But then a tray with mugs of ale got shoved against his chest.

"Pick it up," Taylor ordered in a growl while holding him. "We're gonna serve some more tables! Then, when my knot goes down, we're gonna see how well you can play your instrument up on the stage while getting fucked at the same time! It'll be grand!"

Taylor announced it loud enough to bring laughter and cheering not only from himself but from everyone around them. Velven was forced to take the tray of beverages, then Taylor spun them around and started walking towards the next table. The bard's night was still far from over.