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"Kill 'em all!"

>You are Clericbarian, the human cleric barbarian of a party of nine.

>You're basically a cleric who, because you're so big (give or take seven four in height, five hundred pounds of chunky muscle. Your grandfather's kinda ugly and greenish, you could be part-orc) and really, really like to bash people over the head with your mace (again, part-orc) instead of healing or turning undead, dabbled a bit in the ways of the barbarians. As in, you named your weapon Skully, not a good sign of mental health. Fortunately, your god, Killter, is one of killing and slaughter. You could become a paladin of combat, but you won't, because it's boring.

>The party isn't really amused by this, but they're still your friends. Oh, right, your party, a motley crew of weirdos. It's made up of Elf Mage (likes to burn things), Dwarf Thief (likes to stab people in the back), Dragonman Paladin (the leader of the bunch, armored from head to toe and breathes acid, but can barely see a thing and lacks one or two screws), Halfling Ranger (he's a mean little fuck, quick both in battle and love), Lionfolk Bard (your average bard, except catty and actually good at singing), Orc Monkey Monk (makes strange sounds when attacking, but can punch through iron), Gnome Gunman (whispers to himself in the dark and drinks piss) and by far the most normal of the lot, Hyenafolk Barbarian.

>One would think of her as a slab of muscle like you, if furrier and with a snout, but she's actually several inches shorter and quite lithe, svelte even, aside from having tits worthy of the love goddess and child/pup/cub/whatever hips and thighs (though to be fair, she was just a tad under average for her race; you just were fuckhuge for yours). Tits and thighs she happily used to crush heads like sparrow eggs, as several unfortunate hobgoblins found out the hard way. In fact, she was the best at fighting because she was svelte: her lightness, unburdened by any form of armor, allowed her to dance around enemies while hacking them apart with her twin axes as she cackled her heart out.

Killter, you loved it when she was bloodsoaked!

"You think you can kill me!" The hobgoblin chieftain bellows. Oh, right, the hobgoblins. Your party had ventured forth into a hobgoblin fort (ha! Pun!) because a wealthy noble was sick tired of them raiding his people once per week and decided to put an end to it. That he hired you louts was proof he was really desperate.

"We don't THINK we can kill you, we ARE killing you!" Barbarian roars back as she charged at him, axes raised high. Unfortunately, her lack of armor and the hobgoblin being fully armored and shielded meant her usual schtick of exploiting gaps in armor doesn't work as planned this time.

>You realize what is happening and try to run to her aid, but then a fuckhuge bear bursts through the walls and pins you down. It has to be a dire bear, it was taller than you were at the shoulders. Killter, you hated dire animals, too damn big!

>Then, after tiring her our, the chieftain struck her in the stomach. Usually it'd just give here a nasty bruise, but the fucker had added spikes to it.

>You saw her fall in slow motion, blood splattering out of her stomach, agony in her face even as she tried to stand up and fight the cackling bastard. Adrenaline was keeping her going, but it'd be only for so long.

>Looking at her, so brave yet so vulnerable, made your blood boil.

>You roared as you focused your fury on the bear, the stupid beast clawing at you and expecting you to die receiving the shock of its life when you shrugged the claw and began to bash its head in, killing it with one blow. With the bear dead, you ran at the fight.

>The chieftain was too far for you or the others to reach him before he killed Barbarian, and with the others busy...

>You may have liked to smash heads, but you were still a cleric, and that means DIVINE MAGIC!

>The chieftain roared in agony as your divine light blinded him, not to the point of melting his eyes, but long enough for you to run at him and tackle him down to the ground, from where you began to lay the beatdown on him.

>Fun fact about plate: it may be the perfect stuff to stop blades, but it's utterly SHIT at stopping blunt attacks, aka Skully and your mailed fist. He actually managed to raise his shield, the spikes even punctured your hand, but you didn't care and broke it apart.

>You didn't stop smashing even after his head was a red puddle.

"Time to die, bastard-oh, hey! He's already dead!" Ranger leans by as you keep smashing. "Didn't you hear me?"

>You hit him with your elbow.

"Clericbarian, you idiot, he's dead already!" Thief screams at you. "And Barbarian is bleeding out!"

>Indeed, Barbarian was lying down mere feet away from you in a pool of her own gore. You promptly ran to her and began closing he wounds

"You're bleeding like a pig!"

"You're looking kinda piggy to me." The hyenawoman giggles deliriously. Oh, she lost enough blood to addle her mind. She raised a bit to nuzzle your chest as you healed her up, and while you didn't look at her you saw her head.

"Welp, the hobgoblins are dead and we are not!" Paladin claims as he kills the last one. "Let's gather their crap and leave... without burning the place down!" Cue Mage screaming in anguish.

>Five hours later, you are at the quintessential spot for a group like yours: the cheapest inn in town, because Paladin think it builds character and none of you like to spent more than the barest thing. Something happens that makes Paladin and Monkey Monk try to imitate Bard, without success.

>A furry hand tears your gaze from Paladin and Monkey Monk screaming incoherently at each other. It's not Bard, but Barbarian, who has a strange look in her eyes. You soon recognize it as longing.

"Barbarian!" You didn't scream, you were simply loud. "You should be drinking!"

"Didn't have the desire to guzzle down a flagon, not after having my instestines cut. Thanks for the save. And you?" She asked.

>You chortled "I don't thirst!" Not today!" Not that day!

>Barbarian chuckled at that "Thirst, eh? You know, I've been watching you these last days and, well, seeing you kill that guy with your bare hands..." She 'absentmindedly' caressed her left boob through the leather bra. A bit late to tell this, but Barbarian wore little more than tribal drappings, mostly to keep herself agile. "My loins have been heating up lately."

>Oh, right, animal people suffered from heat seasons (except dragonmen, but then, they're dragons). Bard, being an attractive lioness bard, had no problem messing around, and both Ranger and Monkey Monk were, er, 'happy' to help her, but Barbarian was a tad too big for the locals.

Barbarian then leaned onto you, her amazing chest smashing itself against yours. You could feel her nipples getting rock-hard through the leather, feel her legs trembling in anticipation.

>And then she said the magic words.

"You wanna fornicate the entire night?" She whispered to your ear, a toothy grin in her muzzle. "Hear the smacking of our bodies as we_ fuck_?"

>You promptly scoop her up bridal style and run to your room, panting like a bull gorilla in a roid rage, Barbarian giggling as you went. You run over Ranger on the way, but he probably deserves it. You also saw Gunman entering a dark room with a jar filled with yellow liquid in his hands, and also ignored him, entering your room... except it was Bard's, but both of you were too lustlusted to care.

>Dropping both of you in the bed and somehow getting rid of your mail, you first have a quick make up session. The kissing is a tad difficult to be fully enjoyable due to your differences (mouths and snouts aren't fully compatible, you know), but you did it regardless, your tongues intertwining and coiling like slugs, your moans reverberating through the room.

>After that came the foreplay, which Barbarian initiated by tearing off her bra and letting her boobs bounce in the air. Without their bindings, the already large mammaries were even bigger, each one nearly the size of her head, dark hardened nipples poking out from the spotted fur.

"C'mon, touch them." She said with a salacy grin, her bust heaving with deliberately deep breathing. "They're very eager to meet you too."

Thanking Killter for not caring that his faithful got horny, you promptly caught her boobs and began to knead and squeeze them, prompting Barbarian to make a strange noise between a moan and a laugh. Just like the rest of her, her breasts were soft and fluffy, yet firm and heavy, kinda like hard rubber, a biological necessity given her species' youth were born with their teeth already out. You reminded yourself these could kill if she had the needed, which only made you hornier.

>Barbarian's moans increased in pitch when you latched your mouth to her left boob and began tearing savagely into it mindlessly, but without actually applying your full jaw strength, since you could hold onto steel and even dent it if pissed off. Just ask thief.

>Just like her breasts were like inflated udders, your pectorals might as well have been a fleshy chestplate covered in hair, product of a harsh lifestyle and a rigorous training hammered into your mind by your order.

>After some more boobplay, it was her turn to play with your pectorals.

"Me likey." She growled sensually as she eyed the goods, sniffing them and rubbing her hands over them. "Especially the hair. Reminds me of home."

"Me beat enemies to death and never shave." You replied stupidly. Indeed, not counting her and Bard, you were the hairiest member of the party; only Thief's beard could match yours, but then, he was a dwarf, and the rest of him was as smooth as an elven arse anyway.

>She giggled before lapping up your chest slowly, savouring the taste of sweat, dried blood and pure masculinity from it, her saliva sticking to your body. Eventually, though, she decided to go lower, licking her way down to your crotch, which at that moment was at full mast.

>You didn't know how big you donger was compared to the others sans Paladin (despite popular belief, dragonmen and dragons only had one dick), but you knew it was nonetheless big for a human. Barbarian seemingly agreed, given her amazed expression as she gazed at it before grabbing it, not to put it in her cleavage mind you, but to engulf it Carefully, she slid your erect pintel in her jaws, her teeth rubbing your length alongside her tongue, earning pleasured grunts from you as you got harder and harder, and she wriggled it more and more.

>Before you could release, though, Barbarian released it with a plop. You gave her a confused grunt, to which she grinned.

"The fun part always come last."

>Oh. Oh!

>Then, Barbarian kneeled on the bed, your face directly on her crotch, before ripping her loincloth off, and leaving her 'treasure chest' in the air, stiffling and palpitating. It kinda looked like a penis, except it wasn't.

>Some might have been turned off by the sight of such a thing, but not you, no least because it was simply how hyenafolk cunts looked like. Besides, your cock was bigger (though not THAT big when it came to proportionate size, that title belonged to Thief).

"I licked yours, you lick mine."

>You gave her a savage smirk before grabbing hold of the head, prying it open with your thumbs, and introducing Ms. Vagina to Mr. Tongue among her yelp of pleasure.

>Licking it was like that one time when you had to use your tongue to try to get a dropped key (damn Ranger!), except damper, and warmer, and tastier, and every time you toucher her velvety walls she groaned in delight. You were pretty sure you could reach the entrance of her womb with your tongue alone, but as she said just before, the fun part came last. Well, in your opinion, that time had come.

>Without warning, you grabbed Barbarian by the shoulders and put her down, facing downwards. Initually surprised, Barbarian then giggled with excitation when she felt something poking her leaking gina.

>The real problem was, of course, getting to put your dick inside, given it was facing forwards and was shaped like a funnel, but in the end you just grabbed both and 'attached' them.

>What happened next was admittedly rather simple, but still, sex is sex.

>You bucked, and bucked, and kept bucking like lions, your left hand fondling and even crushing Barbarian's left boob and your other pulling from her tail as she pseudo-barked and panted in delight until your loaded penis couldn't take the pressure and, erm, vented on her womb.

>Your combined howls made the entire room rumble.

>Both of of you then laid on the mattress facing upwards, panting to get rid of the heat, both of the body and of the moment.

"That..." She said between pants. "That was fucking amazing..."

"Better than pulling a beholder apart by its eye?" Good times! Left a mess behind to spite you, though, and Paladin remained a footstool for a week, but still, good times!

>She thought it over. "Just as good, although not as bloody."

>And then, as Barbarian laid on your chest, all sweaty and satisfied, her grin disappeared with a realization.

"Wait... can humans and hyenas interbreed?"

>You told her that no, that there was no need of protection because different species and all that crap, but you were only guessing.

>You are a cleric/berserker, not a damn ginecologist! How did you know if you could impregnate her?

>Well, you did.