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“Hit me with anotherrr on-e!" the worgen shouted while pushing his empty mug towards the other end of the bar. His slurred voice was a consequence of his drunken state, but damn did everything feel good when the alcohol hit him just right. Sure, it was a little hard to keep his balance on the bar stool if he swung back and forth too much, but it was worth it.

The mug was pushed too hard. The bartender, a measly little human with a beard that looked to be well in his 40s, had been busy cleaning his previous mugs but rushed to try to catch it to no avail. The mug fell to the floor behind the bar and shattered with a sound that the Worgen just found funny.

“HAH! Not fast enough, loser! Wher's my drrink?!"

All the other people in the bar had turned their heads to look at the interaction. The bar wasn't too full, but there were people of varying races in several of the tables. The human tending to the bar, however, glared at him. He gathered the shattered pieces of glass with his boot, but shook his head.

“No more drinks for you. You've clearly had too much."

The Worgen's long ears twitched. The lupine's red eyes locked on the human and a sudden growl came from his throat. In one quick swoop, the large Worgen reached out over the bar and grabbed the front of the human's shirt, pulling him against the counter and towards him so that the Worgen's sharp, snarling teeth ended up an inch away from the loser's face.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?" the Worgen pretty much yelled at the human's face. The didn't even try to pull back. The Worgen's clawed hand kept a firm hold on his shirt while at the same time poking a few holes in it with his claws.

“I said you are getting no more drinks because you've had too much." the human said in an irritatingly unconcerned tone.

The Worgen felt anger boiling inside him, fueled by the alcohol. That also felt damn good to feel.

“Do you even KNOW who I am?!" he shouted. “I am fuckin' RIPTHROAT, one o' the fuckin' BEST… 'sailors' around, and if you think this craphole of a bar has any right to deny ME drinks then I'm gonna fuckin' start TRASHING your fuckin' p-“

The sound of fingers snapping interrupted Ripthroat's line of thought. His eyes shifted towards the origin of the sound: the human's left hand. Then another finger snap brought his attention to the human's right hand. He could swear he saw a little color floating around the fingers…

“I think you want to let me go now," the human said, voice as calm as before. Ripthroat found his words ridiculous, yet he found himself letting go of the human's shirt and retreating back to his stool. The worgen wasn't sure why.

“You ruined my shirt," the human continued, poking a finger through one of the holes Ripthroat had left. “This won't do."

“What-“ the worgen asked, confused, but he went right back to snarling. “Do you think I care about your fuckin' shirt?! Give me my drink or else I'll FUCKING-“

“Stop."

There was another snap of fingers and everything stopped. At least for Ripthroat, everything stopped. The Worgen stood still, frozen, eyes wide and expression blank. From the corner of his eye he could see that the human's other hand was doing something. Magic. The bastard had…!

“No one makes a mess in my bar,“ the human said. “Especially not an entitled, overgrown dog. That's what you are, a dog."

Ripthroat felt the words echoing inside his head, ringing around his ears. He still couldn't move!

“Dogs don't talk. Dogs don't think."

When those words were uttering, the Worgen's racing mind stopped right away. All conscious thoughts ceased. Dogs didn't think.

“You want another drink, huh? Well, then you are going to get one. You know what else dogs are? Dogs are very, very horny."

Though he wasn't really thinking anymore, those words still made complete sense to Ripthroat. The emphasis on the word 'very' especially so, for he suddenly felt a fire burn within him. Dogs were horny. No, they were very, very horny.

The Worgen's pants started feeling tight. From his sheath, his canine member emerged, hardening with impressive speed. Ripthroat started panting softly. He felt so very, very horny. It wasn't long until his pants had a clear tent from his fully erect length showing right there where he sat.

“Dogs don't wear pants," the human said, and Ripthroat realized it was true.

The Worgen stood up, quickly clawed at his belt to pull it loose and then let it alongside his pants fall down to the floor. The Worgen's sensitive ears registered the sound of comments and laughter coming from the people in the bar as he stood there with his pants around his ankles, his rear as exposed as the full mast of his erect cock jutting from between his legs, yet dogs didn't think. The words others said went by his ears without meaning and the laughter provoked nothing in him.

“Now, come here. Let's get you another drink, dog."

The human motioned for him to come closer with a single finger, and Ripthroat obeyed. He started climbing over the bar to get to the human, his pants left behind on the floor leaving him with nothing but his battered shirt. Yet, when the Worgen was halfway over the bar, the human placed a hand over his shoulder to stop him.

“This is good enough. Stay like this."

Ripthroat did. One of his footpaws remained placed over the counter while the other remained on the ground. The Worgen felt a hand wrapping around his hard member and it was only then that he noticed that, in that position, his cock was resting right over the counter, easily accessible. He didn't think about why or what was happening, all he knew was that he was supposed to stay like that.

“You're a bad dog, aren't you?" the human said. He kept speaking loud enough so that everyone around them could hear. The comments and laughter were increasing, the Worgen noticed, but their meaning was still lost to him. What Ripthroat did care about, however, was that hand grabbing his dick.

It started stroking it. The human's hand gripped his red, tapered shaft and started pumping it. Ripthroat was very, very horny and thus, the feeling of pleasure that coursed through him as the human started stroking him was welcomed. He let his muzzle hang open wider to pant as he felt pleasure coursing through him from the handjob he was getting. He really was very, very horny.

“You're getting what you deserve. Gotta build it up a little, huh? Dogs like you are very, very, very horny."

Ripthroat's ears stood up again. Yes, he was very, very, very horny, even more than before! The Worgen moaned out loud. His cock flexed, throbbing on the human's hand as the pleasure of his stroking felt multiplied. The Worgen's knot grew to full size and he wanted so badly to hump against the human's hand, make it go even faster, but he had been told to stay still so he couldn't.

It didn't take long at all for Ripthroat to feel the peak of his pleasure approaching. The Worgen's panting grew louder, the stroking felt so good, he was so horny! He felt the telltale pleasure, the climax approaching, about to come…!

And then the human pulled his hand away from his cock.

Ripthroat couldn't help but let out a whine. He wanted to move, to hump, but he couldn't! He felt his cock there, resting against the wooden counter and pulsing, ready to shoot, but his stimulation was gone!

“Not so fast, dog. As I said, gotta built it up. Everyone is enjoying the show so we wouldn't want to cut it short, would we?"

Of course not. Ripthroat wasn't sure what was happening, but if the human said it, it must be true. The Worgen was vaguely aware that some people had come closer to watch what was happening, a troll laughing by his side, a night elf making comments about the Worgen's anatomy to his companion. Yet none of that mattered.

What mattered was the way the human trailed a finger over his cock playfully, pressing it against the table and making it throb and drool a drip of pre-cum over the counter.

It took a little while, chatter between the people happening again while Ripthroat stood there frustratingly horny, but eventually the human's hand grabbed his cock again. The Worgen panted happily when he did and, though the stroking was slower and more careful this time, it was still so good! The human kneaded his cock and even played with his knot sometimes, which clearly drove the Worgen crazy, much to everyone's amusement.

Much like the first time, however, when Ripthroat was about to shoot, the hand pulled away, leaving the Worgen whining like a puppy while his cock flexed alone over the counter.

“What a horny dog," the human commented. “I think you're now very, very, very, veeery horny…"

The command echoed in Ripthroat's head. The Worgen whined again, feeling the arousal and lust within him growing even larger. Impossibly large. His cock drooled pre-cum by itself, aching for touch, and it was all the Worgen could think about.

His cock. Pleasure. He was too horny. He needed it! If only he could move! His muscles trembled, yet Ripthroat just knew he couldn't move, so he didn't, no matter how much he wanted to.

When the human's hand slowly reached for his cock, the Worgen's eyes followed it with extreme eagerness. The human touched it, but only with a finger, playing around with the Worgen's tapered tip, then just caressing his cock very lightly with that one finger, nothing else…

Ripthroat wanted to howl out in frustration! His arousal was burning, his cock was begging, begging for more stimulation! Just a little more, it was all he needed! He felt ready to shoot, ready to burst, at the very edge of orgasm, yet that finger only toyed with him, arousing him further but not being enough to push him over the edge. All Ripthroat could do was whine, whine eagerly and pleadingly.

“I think you might be ready," the human said, far too calmly. His finger trailed up over Ripthroat's cock, reaching his knot, and when it started playing with that the Worgen felt like he might go mad with lust. His body, his instincts, screamed at him to fuck and knot something.

“Why don't you show us your appreciation? Dogs bark when they're happy."

“Arf!!" Ripthroat barked right away. In the back of his mind, he remembered he used to think that barking like a dog was insulting for a Worgen, but that made no sense. Dogs barked when they were happy.

“Arf! Arf!" Ripthroat said as he watched a second finger join the first. They trailed over and teased his cock, providing just a little more stimulation. He was so close…!

But then, the human pulled away. Ripthroat whined again, much to everyone's amusement, but his eyes remained locked on the bartender as he made a series of hand movements.

With more magic coming from his hands, all the little pieces of the mug Ripthroat had shattered floated up in the air, then started coming together. The glass fit itself back together in the form of the mug it was before, glowing with arcane magic and, when it stopped glowing, the mug was back to its former self as if it had never been broken.

“It's time to show you why everybody knows not to mess with my bar, Worgen."

The human brought the mug up to Ripthroat and held it right in front of his rock hard member.

“Let's get you that drink you wanted so badly, huh? Remember that dogs bark when they're happy."

The human's hand gripped his cock again.

“Arf!!" Ripthroat barked in happiness.

That hand started stroking him. Real strokes, from his knot all the way to the tip with a reverse grip as if he was milking him. The human held his cock right against the mug, tip pointed at it, but none of that mattered for the Worgen.

All that mattered was the pleasure, for he was very, very, very, very horny.

“Arf! Arf!! Arf!"

The laughter around him grew louder, but that too did not matter. The Worgen kept barking out loud to showcase how happy he was as pleasure overcame him. The edge he had been held it for so long finally got surpassed as he felt the known bliss of climax wash over him.

Ripthroat's cock started pulsing on the human's hand. The Worgen kept barking like a happy dog as he shot the first heavy, thick load of cum straight into the mug, immediately followed by several more strings of seed. After all that teasing, after being so, so horny, the Worgen's pleasure was plentiful! Almost a full minute of barking up to the ceiling happily as pleasure overcame Ripthroat.

Even when his orgasm started fading, the human kept stroking him. Ripthroat went as far as feeling a little discomfort in his post orgasm bliss as the human kept tugging at his cock to until not a single drop of his cum remained to be milked out.

The worgen's knot had grown to full size out of his sheath and, as a result, even after his orgasm, the lupine's member remained fully hard and would remain as such for a while until his knot went down as if he had tied with something. That meant that, even as Ripthroat sighed and let out another relieved, happy bark, his cock remained there, fully hard and exposed over the counter.

“Here it is!" the bartender said, raising the mug. Over half of the large mug was filled with the Worgen's seed, the liquid white and gooey even as the mug was raised. Then, the human offered it towards Ripthroat.

“You wanted another drink so badly, dog. Now, take a good swig at it."

Ripthroat looked at the mug. That voice at the back of his mind brought up weird feelings of outrage, disgust, and many other things as he looked at the white liquid he himself had shot into the mug, but while his mind struggled with such concepts, his hand was already moving. He took the mug by the handle and nonchalantly brought it up to his muzzle. The smell of his own spunk hit his sensitive nose for just a moment, but as he had been ordered, Ripthroat just lifted the mug up and let it the liquid flow to his muzzle.

The taste of his seed was salty, not pleasant like the booze he had been drinking. Still, it filled his muzzle, and the Worgen gulped it up. Laughter and cheering rose from around him as he drank over half the contents of the mug in that swig. Remnants of white seed remained on the fur of his snout even as Ripthroat pulled it back down and coughed a little instinctively over the taste.

“Someone hand me his pants- thank you," the human mage said. He made a show of throwing them up and making them catch fire midair, instantly disintegrating and bringing up a round of applause, then, the human approached Ripthroat again who still stood there, foot over the counter, cock hard and mug full of seed in hand.

“Now, my dear dog, whenever your drunken ass thinks about causing trouble to honest bartenders, you will remember all of this and think twice, yeah?"

Ripthroat just blankly nodded.

“I don't want you around here anymore, though. Listen to me and listen closely."

All the people that surrounded him went quieted to listen to what new orders the mage was going to give the Worgen.

“Dog, you are going to take your drink and leave. Walk out, take a right, and don't stop walking until you reach the end of the last pier. Make sure to sip your drink slowly as you walk, since you wanted it so damn bad."

Ripthroat nodded again, expression still blank.

“When you reach the end of the pier, you will finish your drink and wake up." The human gave the Worgen a pat on the shoulder. “Go."

Still without thinking, for dogs didn't think, Ripthroat got down from the counter, turned around, and started walking. He sipped his drink one more time before leaving the bar, eliciting laughter from everyone around it, and then he left it.

Booty Bay was a rowdy place full of rowdy people much like himself, yet when Ripthroat walked past wearing no pants, his canine cock still fully erect due to his inflated knot bouncing in front of him and sipping a mug full of cum, he was still quite the amusing attraction.

It was indeed only to the sight of the ocean that the Worgen blinked and woke up. The sea breeze over his bare, erect and exposed length made him realize his state and the sight of the empty mug with remnants of white in his hand made the Worgen's eyes go wide right before the laughter surrounding him made his ears fall down.