Frostivus. A time of merry celebration, the giving of gifts and of course the traditional truce between the Dire and the Radiant. Heroes on both sides put aside their armor in favor of warm clothing, and their weapons in favor of a cup of hot coco.

While many of the heroes prefer to celebrate with their same-minded peers on one side of the river, there was a place where all were accepted. Radiant or Dire, human, kobold or...whatever Wisp is, all were welcome at Brewmaster's tavern, nicknamed The Red Panda.

Said tavern had gotten pretty popular as of late. So much that even the legendary Brewmaster couldn't manage it on his own anymore. He was forced to hire several helpers. A trio of goblins to handle the taps, a Bristleback to keep the peace and a so called "prophet" that was particularly good with money to manage his finances. The only thing the tavern lacked was a proper waitress. None of the heroines seemed particularly interested in the job. They were all too busy having fun with their 'boyfriends' in the snow. All but one.

The Legion Commander, Tresdin, had nobody to celebrate Frostivus with. She had only recently arrived in this part of the world, and as thus had yet to make any real friendships. She thought it was a pretty lame holiday anyway. Instead of spending her time moping around, she decided to spend her time in a more useful manner. Looking for things to do, she stumbled across a poster that immediately caught her attention.

"WANTED: waitress - good pay - temporary job - if interested: visit The Red Panda"

She liked the idea. She could make quite a lot of gold with which she could wage war on the Dire after the truce ran out. Simply taking a job without checking it out first was not her way, however. Tresdin decided to first check the place out, to get a feeling of what she would be dealing with should she choose to accept the job offer. She set out towards the tavern.

Swinging open a large, heavy door, the Legion Commander found herself in a rather small building, packed to the brim with heroes of all sizes and shapes. Many were cheering, laughing and taking sips from their large pints of ale. Some were even dancing! Everyone was seemingly having a great time. The spectacle reminded Tresdin of the old days, when she would sit with her comrades around a large campfire after a battle.

Making her way through the crowd, Tresdin walked up to the counter. Three goblins were on the other side, each busy with tapping and serving drinks. She uneasily adressed one of them and asked for a pint of ale. "Heh, a new face! A pretty one, too! I'll get yah some of Mangix' special brew, cute stuff." the rustic small creature replied, in a poorly faked Irish accent. He took an empty mug and waddled off into the back room.

Being sharp as ever, Tresdin noticed that none of the other customers were getting any brew from the back room. They were served ale from the tap. She wasn't one to complain about getting preferential treatment, however. Maybe all first time customers got one of these special drinks?

She disregarded the train of thought and looked around some more. There were ales and brews of all kinds arrayed on shelves against the back wall. She recognized some of the patrons. There was Mogul Khan, Azwraith and Ish'Kafel having a drink together, Ulfsaar and Sylla listening to Aiushtha recounting a story and a table around which sat all kinds of assassins, silently sipping from their drinks. For each hero she knew, however, there were at least five she didn't know. The place was quite crowded. The one person she did not see was the Brewmaster.

Tresdin quickly snapped out of her thoughts as a large pint of ale was put in front of her."'Ere you go, lass." the goblin mentioned in his fake accent, winking at her before turning his attention to one of the myriad of other customers. Tresdin took her drink in her hand. Her mug was bigger than the other ones. Probably part of the welcoming package, she thought. She took a small walk around the tavern, looking for a place to sit.

All of the seats were taken. Sighing softly, she returned to the counter, and leaned on it with one arm for support. The Legion Commander turned her attention to the brew she had been served. She had been longing for a good pint of ale ever since she came to this part of the world. She somehow never found the time to have one. Until now, that was. She took a large swig of her drink, the cool and refreshing, yet somehow still spicey beverage having quite the good taste.

Putting her half-empty mug back on the bar, she felt quite lightheaded. This was some seriously strong alcohol! Suddenly, the Legion Commander felt someone press against her. She shrugged it off, blaming the overcrowding of the small tavern. As she took another swig, she felt a hand press against her thigh. Just as she was about to turn around and punch the person behind her, Tresdin remembered that she came here to get a job. Punching a customer would surely ruin her chances! She grit her teeth, and asked for another drink.

The hand on her thigh slowly started to rub up and down. A fresh pint of ale was put in front of her. Tresdin quickly sipped it, resisting the temptation to cause a scene. A second hand was placed on her body. On her stomach, this time. Looking down, she could see the two large furry appendages. The one on her belly travelled downwards, reaching under her thick winter garment before moving upwards again. Tresdin's face flushed red from a mixture of drunkenness, shame and maybe even a little bit of arousal.

She continued drinking as the hands explored her body, one cupping and kneading her breasts under her blouse whilst the other moved to her groin and started rubbing her most private parts through her pants. Tresdin bit her lower lip, desperately looking for a way to get out of there. As the hand on her groin slipped past the waistband of her pants, she turned to the goblin serving her. Keeping as calm as she could, she addressed the little man.

"I-I need to speak to your boss....Brewmaster! Wh-where is he?" she managed to stammer out, a small high pitched screech parting her lips as the hand in her pants pulled aside her moist panties and a warm fuzzy finger lodged itself deep inside of her. "Brewmaster? You mean Mangix?" the goblin asked. She hastily nodded yes, the finger inside of her slowly starting to move up and down.

"Well, look behind ye!" the goblin responded. As she turned her head, a second finger entered her slick honeypot. It was the Brewmaster! He was her molester! "Looking for me?" he asked. She tried to answer him, she tried to tell him to back off, yet she was lost for words. The only thing that escaped her lips was a rather loud moan as the fingers inside of her resumed their pumping.

Removing his hand from under her blouse, Mangix grabbed Tresdin's drink. Bringing it to his own lips, he quickly chugged it down. Dropping the mug, he took hold of the back of the Commander's head, and held it in position as he leaned in closer and sloppily kissed her on the lips, his tongue invading her mouth, the strong taste of the ale still present on it. Tresdin did not resist. Wether it was the booze, or his hands, she did not know. She felt powerless. Brewmaster's tongue only served to intoxicate her even more as his fingers slid out of her needy hole, and his hand slid out of her pants.

Mangix pulled back from the kiss, the dazed and drunk Tresdin blankly staring at his eyes. He pushed her forwards slightly, and bent her over the counter. He brought the two fingers that were inside of her not a minute ago to her face. "A little excited, aren't we?" he asked, sliding the two fingers past her lips and into her mouth. The taste of her own arousal served to cloud her mind even further as he roughly pulled down her pants. "I can help you with that." he continued as she idly cleaned his fingers.

He pulled down his own pants, revealing his rock hard tool to the small crowd that had gathered around the spectacle. He placed the head of his cock against her moist twat, as he leaned over. He whispered into her ear "This one's on the house." as he thrust forwards, impaling her on his cock. The crowd cheered Mangix on as Tresdin moaned loudly around his fingers. Brewmaster slowly started to rock back and forth, being gentle with his drunken slut.

Further jarred on by the crowd, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, and used his hand to keep her head pressed against the smooth counter. He straightened his back, and smacked her exposed ass, before starting to fuck her properly. He gave long, strong thrusts, rocking Tresdin's entire body against the counter with each movement of his hips. Tresdin was in heaven. Her drunken moans were even louder than the cheering crowd behind her.

Magnix grunted slightly with every thrust he made. Tresdin's twat made for quite a tight fit around his rather impressive member. One of the patrons handed him another pint of ale. He took a large swig before pouring the remains over his thrusting malehood. "A little grease!" he joked, the crowd laughing heartily.

He was slowly reaching his limit, however. His face turned into a more serious one, and his thrusts became somewhat irratic. Tresdin screamed out in pure pleasure, as she reached her climax, bucking her hips back against the Brewmaster, fully lost in lust. A few shallow thrusts later, Mangix reached his own end. He buried his cock deep inside of the Commander's cunt as he started filling her up with his thick seed.

Tresdin was still in pure bliss, her orgasm having rocked her body hard. The warm goo inside of her just adding to her pleasure. As Brewmaster's orgasm came to an end, he pulled out of her. As his cum started to drip out of her, Mangix leaned in one more time. He whispered into Tresdin's ear: "You're hired, cumdump.", before pulling up his pants, facing the crowd and asking who wanted to go next.

Almost a year later, we find Tresdin sitting around a campfire, a small baby in her arms, suckling on her teat. She barely got paid during last year's Frostivus. Well, actually she did, but then Nature's Prophet reminded Mangix to deduce all the drinks she had while 'working' from her pay. Regardless, she planned on being a "waitress" once again this year.