It was a regular evening in the prosperous Red Panda tavern. Brewmaster Mangix, the owner of the tavern, had recently hired some staff to help him run the place. A trio of goblins running the tap, a Bristleback-bouncer, a certain Prophet of Nature managing the finances and a former Commander that now served as a waitress were all part of the team.

His staff managing his bar, the Brewmaster now had plenty of free time. All he had to do was make a large batch of his famed ale once a day. Afterwards, he would usually spend his time walking around the tavern, socializing with the patrons and drinking more than a fair share of his own ale.

Tonight was no different. Mangix mingled with his customers, giving several rounds on the house, cheering along with the crowd and raising a toast to the birthday of one of his best customers, Axe. As the night slowly turned into the morning, Brewmaster's feet started killing him. He hadn't taken a seat for nearly four hours now!

His tavern being incredibly popular wasn't all good. With each passing night, it got more and more crowded in the rather small building. Altough a lot of people had already left, Mangix still had trouble finding a seat. He could always ask one of his customers for their seats, but that would be rude.

Finally, he came upon an empty seat, in a dark and secluded corner of the bar. This is where the assassins usually gathered to drink, but they had all left already. Only one person remained at the large round table. Tusk, Ymir for his friends, was not in the same cheerful mood the rest of the patrons were. He stared blankly into his half full mug of ale, not even bothering to look up as Mangix took a seat besides him.

Noticing his comrade's sadness, Mangix started a conversation.
"Ymir, my good old friend! What has gotten you so down that not even my brew can turn your frown upside down?"
The brewmaster wrapped his arm around Tusk, pulling him and the stool he was sitting on slightly closer.  Ymir tilted his head slightly, his eyes red from a combination of staying up this late and having wept bitterly.  "Oh, Brew, it is Rylai!", the white-furred Ymir lamented, "I...I love her, but she keeps breaking my heart! Last time it was that no good merman Sven, and this time I caught her fooling around with that face-hiding no-good pretends-to-be-a-samurai Juggernaut!"

Tusk was obviously very drunk. His breath reeked of alcohol, and the words he spoke came out slurry. A pair of frothy new drinks were placed on the table. Running his hand up and down Ymir's side, Mangix spoke:
"You don't need her, Ymir! You have me! Let us drink, and forget about the outside world!"
Tusk wanted to reject the red panda's offer. He had been drinking all night, and it was about time for him to get back to his campsite. The Brewmaster already had his drink raised, however, and Ymir did not want to offend his chubby friend. "Very well then," he sighed, "just one more drink."

Several hours later, the sun was shining brightly over the land. The tavern was empty, save for two friends sitting at a table in a corner, a large keg at the center of the table and a small pile of empty mugs next to either one of them. Tusk's mood had been lifted somewhat, to the point where a small smile formed on his face.

As Mangix tried to tap himself another pint, the keg sputtered and shuttered. Empty! Tusk ignorantly chugged down the last of the ale, the frothy head of the brew sticking to the fur above his lips as he put his empty mug on the table.

The Brewmaster was in no way addicted to his own ale. Once started, however, a drinking binge couldn't just end! He needed just a teensy bit more to end the session properly. Suddenly, he noticed the small amount of frothy foam clinging to Tusk's upper lip. In his inebriated state, he saw no problem with licking that off of him. Mangix leaned in close, and extended his tongue. He caught Tusk completely by surprise. All kinds of feelings ran through Ymir's head. Mistaking the planned lick for a kiss, the brawler took hold of Brewmaster's head, and firmly planted his lips against his friend's.

Altough kissing was not his intention, Mangix was not complaining. He always had a thing for Tusk. Ymir always made it clear that he was not into guys.  Both of the men explored eachother's mouths with their tongues, the taste of the brew still heavily present on either side. The sloppy, drunk kiss went on for quite a while, before Tusk finally pulled his head back, a trail of spit connecting their lips.

Only now just realizing what he had done, Tusk stared into Mangix' eyes. As he opened his mouth to speak, the red panda hushed him by pressing an index finger against his mouth.
"Your mouth tastes good." Mangix spoke. "I wonder if the rest of your body does."
Giving the confused Ymir a sly wink, the Brewmaster slid off his seat and underneath the large round table they were sitting at. Positioning himself on his knees in between Tusk's legs, he pulled down his friend's pants.  The kiss hadn't left Tusk unaffected.  His large member was straining against his pants by time they were pulled down by Brew. He thought it was only natural! He wasn't made of ice!

Mangix leaned in close, and gave Tusk's member a broad lick, running his tongue all the way from the start of Ymir's furry balls over his broad shaft to the very tip of his cock. Taking the head into his mouth, Brewmaster swirled his tongue around it as he slowly started to bob up and down on Tusk's member. The far too drunk Ymir leaned back in his seat, and spread his legs to give the red panda below better access to his tool.

Brew gradually took more and more of his friend's cock into his willing mouth. The taste was not all that bad, and Tusk's strong masculine scent made his own member rise. As he continued to go down on Ymir, he took his own cock out of his pants, and furiously started masturbating. Tusk, an idle participant uptill now, started to get more into it. He took hold of Brew's head, and started to control his movements, making Mangix take more of his member at a faster pace.

Suddenly, Tusk roughly pulled Brew's head forward, forcing his cock past the panda's mouth and into his throat. Mangix gagged around the member. He attempted to pull his head back, but Ymir did not relent, holding him in position for quite a while before finally pulling him back a bit by his hair.

Tusk rose off his seat, kicking it backwards. Holding Brew's head in place, he wildly began to fuck his friend's mouth, pumping his entire member in and out as his heavy furry balls slapped against the Brewmaster's chin.

Getting close to finishing, Tusk pulled Brew onto his member once again, shoving his entire cock down the panda's throat, giving his face a few final humps before reaching his climax. He pulled back a little, shooting his thick load into the Brewmaster's mouth. Gulping down each and every spurt of ale-flavored jizz, Mangix finished himself off, his cock quivering in his own hand as he came all over Tusk's black boots.

Pulling his slick-with-spit member out of Brewmaster's mouth, Tusk quickly pulled up his pants. Realizing he spent all night here, he quickly makes his way to the door. Mangix, still on his knees, his face-fur ruffled and matted with spit, looked at his friend questioningly. "I-I'm sorry, Brew," Tusk spoke, rearranging his clothes to look more presentable, "I promised Rylai I'd meet her today, to talk things over!"

With that said, he swung open the large door and rushed out, the cum on his boots mixing with the snow on the ground. Inside, an emotionally confused and far too drunk Brewmaster rose to his unsteady feet. He slowly made his way to the back room, and began to brew a new batch of ale for today.