The Ballad of Gay Brutus (TwoKinds)

(Twokinds Greentext I wrote that I based this off of (Note thank you Mandag for editing this and making it not shit))
(Twokinds, and all the characters in this story © Thomas Fischbach (Eventhough I doubt you'd want your name tied with this))
{GE}
>Be Brutus
>Be seven foot tall
>Have a "big fat fucking cock"
>Have the strength of an ox
>Women constantly stare and swoon at the sight of your bulge
>Everyone thinks you get 20lbs of pussy and ass everyday
>Be a massive closeted homosexual
>Have deep. dark. fantasies. about your boss, Clovis
>At night finger self to the thought of your boss knotting your ass with his halfbreed cock
>The impure thoughts make you cum buckets
>Come up with a plan to seduce your boss
>Have shirt off whenever you're around him
>Wear thinnest pants possible
>Make every excuse to not change clothing style at all
>"I would but this spring heat an'all, it's pretty intense, you know"
>Boss actively avoids looking at you whenever possible, and is clearly aroused
>Itsworking.jpeg
>Clovis calls you into his chambers one spring night
>Godsbepraised
>Clovis tells you to lock the door and sit on the bed
>Watch as he casts a soundproofing spell on the room
>Itshappening.GIF
>Watch as he strips down to reveal his... tits and pussy
>Hold up
>tfw when your boss is actually a woman
>tfw when you can't get it up for your boss who is actually a woman
>tfw you have to tell your boss about your homosexuality
>tfw you realize your boss will definitely blackmail you forever about said homosexuality
>tfw when you will never have your boss' halfbreed knot inside you

Part 2 of Gay Brutus
>One week after the "incident"
>Be Brutus
>Be sitting at the guild's bar, pondering what to do
>Clovis agrees not to out you to the guild if you don't out her
>That's not what hurts the most
>The craving for fox dick does
>Hear door open
>It's Carver
>Bloodshot, empty, tired eyes,
>Talking in the room comes to a halt
>Carver stutters out "I-Is the boss in?"
>Couple of laughs at the fox's frailty
>Feel bad for the poor wretch
>Say "yeah but, uh, the prince is in a pissy mood, why don't you come over here and have a drink?"
>Stumbles over to the bar and takes a stool
>He smells like sand, the ocean, and... pussy?
>He downs a shot and orders another
>Decide to question his unique choice in "cologne"
>"So uh, you been down to the brothel by the ocean or what"
>He looks visibly spooked
>"Shut the fuck up"
>"W-What?"
>"Shut the fuck up Brutus, don't m-mock me and then pretend that you don't know what happen to me at the Island"
>"No, I... I actually don't know Carver, what uh, what happe-"
>"Yeah, just ask around, I'm sure the o-others will be more than happy to tell you"
>He stands up and leaves in the direction of Clovis' room
>Ask barkeeper what that was about
>He says "Well, word got around that the little fox got fucked six ways from Sunday by three basitin women"
>Shaggy Wolf Chimes in behind
>"Yeah he gets sent into a orgy island and then bitches about not being able to keep up with a couple of women"
>Can't give them any suspicion about plan
>"W-well I guess that's foxes for you"
>Barkeeper chimes back in
>"Damn straight, if one of us got sent to the island, the entire next generation would be a lot taller"
>Shaggy wolf adds in
>"Yeah, without any fathers either"
>Laugh because they don't even have a clue how wrong they are
>Hear door slam upstairs and see Carver walk back to his room
>Decide to keep drinking and talking shit with the barkeep and the shag fag
>A week passes slowly
>Decide to check on Carver since he hasn't been leaving his room much
>Don't knock, knocking is for pussies
>"Hey Carver, you awake bud"
>See nothing but a lump on his bed
>Realize the lad is crying into his pillows
>Decide to comfort him
>Walk over to his bed
>He realizes your presence and mutters
>"Br-Brutus w-what are you doing"
>The fox looks like he's about to break down completely
>Grab and wrap him in your strong embrace
>He starts writhing and yelling
>"NO, NO MORE PLEASE"
>Don't let go, let him calm down
>"I, I, don't know who I am anymore"
>Realize that this could be more than just a fling
>Realize the fox your holding needs someone to help him
>Realize that the sex can come later

Part 3
>Be Brutus
>Don't push Carver further on the topic
>Just let him get it out
>An hour goes by in silence
>He just sits there in your embrace
>He looks up and looks you in the eyes
>You decide that now would be the time to speak up
>"Something on your mind?"
>"You're not doing this just to f-fuck with me, right?"
>Whatever happened at the island must've really fucked with his mind
>"No I'm not, I uh, I'm not as cruel as some of the other members of the guild"
>He doesn't buy it
>"E-even if that's true, you still have to being doing this for some other reason"
>Shit he knows, or does he
>"I mean, we're friends right? I couldn't just stand by and watch you drown in sorrow"
>He still doesn't buy it
>"R-right, yeah sure, alright... so you aren't going to tell the others about this"
>Time to try and ease his mind
>"What, no of course not, I wouldn't want them thinking I'm some sodomite or anything like that"
>He seems to buy that because he starts to relax a bit
>He shifts to get comfortable in the embrace
>He speaks up
>"H-hey if you tell anyone about this, you know I won't hesitate to kill you"
>"Heh, I know Carv, I know"
>You and Carver continue to talk about life and how shit it has been the past couple years
>The conversation drifts to other members of the guild
>Like how that shaggy wolf has never taken a bath in his life
>Or how Clovis always seems to disappear when the wolven heat cycle comes around
>Or how the bartender killed his ex-wife
>You don't know how long you and Carver were like that
>It was still early in the night
>But it was still long enough for him to fall peacefully asleep
>You tuck him into bed and leave his room
>As you leave his room you bump into the shag fag himself
>"Oh hey Brutus, uh, whuddia doin in there"
>Oh this could be bad
>"Oh, Iiieeee just had a talk with Carver"
>"Uh really, whud about"
>"Nothing much really, I-ah just gave him some advice on how to beee ah, a better man and shit"
>His dumbass face doesn't even react
>"I wuddint bother with that, no mout of advice would fix that bitch"
>That hits a couple of nerves
>"You doubting my ability or something?"
>That got a reaction
>"Whuh, oh hell no I... I mean the fox, not you, Brutus"
>"Really, cause it sounds like you're doubting my ability"
>"Nah ah mean if anyone could get Carver to man up, it'd be you... You or da boss"
>If only he knew
>"You know what, I'll accept your excuse of an apology for a pint of beer"
>"Whud, I... ah fuckin hell, alrighty then"
>You go with the shaggy wolf to the bar with a shit eating grin
>Of course it was just a front to hide the fact you're screaming internally
>As the night goes on, word gets around about your little "man up program" for Carver
>The others start to try and give their own "advice"
>This is going to be a long night
>Then it hits you
>You realize that when Carver hears about this he's going to pop his lid
>Or have his lid popped
>Oh well, you'll cross that bridge when you come to it
>In the morning

Part 4
>Be Brutus
>In the morning
>Have hangover that makes you consider never drinking again
>"...Nah"
>Put on a shirt so you don't piss Clovis off more than usual
>Open room door to see Carver waiting outside
>He looks pissed
>Reminded of what happened last night
>Oh shit here it comes
>"Hey Carver uh, why don't you come inside"
>He enters and slams the door behind him
>"Ok, so I know this looks bad and all but there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for what you've heard"
>"I really doubt it"
>"No, no really, that whole 'help you be a better man' shit was just a ploy"
>"Yeah, no shit! I figured that, what I really want to know is why you're doing all t-this"
>Wait what
>"What do you mean?"
>"Y-you couldn't just be doing this out of the 'goodness' of your heart, what are you after"
>Originally your dick
>At this point you don't really know
>A friend, maybe more than that
>You need more time to think about this
>"Listen, Carv, we can talk about this later, I need to think about this"
>"Think about what? What the hell are you talking about, don't yo-"
>"Don't worry I'll tell you later"
>Fucking walk as fast as you can out and away from your room
>Hear yelling from your room
>You think it best for him to cool down
>Today feels like it's going to be a long day
>Walk out into the main room of the Guild
>Clovis is standing at the top floor balcony and makes eye contact with you
>Today is going to be a very long day
>*A few very long hours later*
>Right now you're supposed to be spying on a couple of nobles
>No one expects a six and half foot tall brute to be a spy
>No one
>What you're actually doing is thinking about what to do about Carver
>You can't tell him the actual reason you started to help him
>He'd probably be disgusted and pissed
>What to do
>...
>You don't need to tell him the original reason
>Just tell him that you pitied him
>And you wanted to help him...
>And you realize that's exactly what you told him the first time
>And that he didn't believe you
>Well shit
>Oh well, you're sure you'll think of something later
>It's already later
>Two things of note
>One, apparently one of the nobles you were spying on has a thing for Basitin women who have been mind-wiped
>Other than that there's no real blackmail material
>Two, you now know what to do about Carver
>Tell him you want to help him, get same response as before
>Ask him why he doesn't trust you
>Then clear up any doubt he has about you
>It's totally going to work
>There is nothing that this plan doesn't cover
>And now, it's time
>Alright first report in to Clovis
>And get bitched at, heh, for not being able to get nonexistent blackmail
>Step over a dumbass drunk dog to get to room
>Enter room and have knife around your neck
>Wait, hold on a second
>"N-no more, no more of your bullshit, you will tell me w-what the fuck is going on, o-or i'll open your throat"
>Of all the things that could have happen this is the one thing the plan didn't cover
>Screw it, original plan then
>"Carver, listen, I'm just trying to help you"
>"That's bullshit! WHY?!"
>"Is it really that hard to believe that I just want to help you get better?"
>"It is when you're hiding something"
>He knows
>"Okay, listen, what would I gain from toying with you"
>"Probably some sort of sick pleasure"
>Ah shit, time to risk it
>"Carver, I'm not like you, I don't like needlessly hurting people, especially not my friends"
>"I don't- that's not... I-i'm not like that, not anymore"
>The room is silent for a few seconds, save two fast heartbeats
>"So uh, you want to remove that knife from my neck?"
>"...I might"
>He removes the knife from around your neck but keeps it out
>Okay, new plan! Fast!
>"Listen Carver, everyone already knows about what happened at the island, I know it might seem hard but maybe you should try talking about it, you know, get it off your chest"
>"What... NO! I-I don't need to talk about anything"
>" You're so paranoid you pulled a knife on me, Carver. I won't judge you about what happened, and the sooner you get this off your chest, the sooner you'll start feeling better"
>You put your arms on his shoulders
>He flinches but he doesn't push you away
>"B-but I... alright"
>Accepting his situation he sheaths his knife
>"Come on, you should really sit down for this"
>You go with Carver and sit on your bed
>You keep your arm around his shoulder
>You hadn't realized how much smaller he is compared to you
>He shivers and starts to speak
>"Okay so it all started with that mission t-to track down Zen"
>Wait Zen, the magi assassin, why? Sure he was a decent assassin
>And last time you saw him he had a body rivaled to your-
>"Wait hold on, were you supposed to kill or kidnap him?"
>"Wha... Clovis specifically wanted him alive"
>You realize you were supposed to be Zen's replacement before "The Incident" happened
>hurtsjustalittlebit.jpeg
>"A-anyway it was going well, until this girl, and get this, was apparently the daughter of former Grand Templar Mary-Fucking-Silverlock"
>"That's...very unlucky"
>"I tried to teleport away, but in my attempt that girl s-supercharged my teleport spell, and I ended up on the Basitin island"
>"And when I woke up, there were these three b-basitin women"

Part 5
>Be Brutus
>Be listening to Carver
>You don't want to hear this
>You don't want him to relive this
>What he says is warping your reality
>You were raised to believe that women were frail and submissive
>And everything in your life reinforced that
>The only exception to that was Clovis
>Not what Carver is describing
>These basitin women were monsters
>They didn't care about what Carver must've felt
>To them, Carver was just a piece of meat
>A way to relieve some pent up urges
>And they sounded like many of your coworkers
>Usually whenever your coworkers talked about having their way with women or stealing a free service from the local brothel
>You just didn't care
>You didn't care because it was always irrelevant to you
>For more than one reason
>But now it was relevant to you
>And as Carver stuttered out his story, you could feel a fire start to build inside you
>You wanted to go to the Basitin Islands and just... just...
>RIPANDTEAR.mp4
>But you couldn't
>You just couldn't
>And that hurt more than you expected
>All you could do was comfort Carver
>And so... You did
>When he was finished telling his torture story
>You embraced his mess of a form
>You held him so that he had anything to hold onto in life
>And finally, he embraced you back
>Being this close to him you got a lung full of his scent
>He no longer smelt of Ocean, sand, and... something else
>Instead he smelt of Autumn
>"Hey, you w-wouldn't mind If I just took a nap here? I don't think I'd make it to m-my room"
>Without speaking, you pull him onto your bed and pull the covers over the two of you
>Despite it not being much later than past-noon
>"W-wait I didn't... mean... like.... ZZzzzzzzz "
>Carver passes out on top of you almost immediately. His story must've really taken a lot out of him
>Between the cute fox on sleeping top of you... Warming your bed
>And the long day you spent spying on nothing in particular
>It might not hurt to have a little nap with him
>To no surprise, falling asleep was no problem
>
>
>
>...You're outside your old home
>Home was a small thatched roof shack
>Home was in a village outside the ruins of the northern human city of Whitefield
>Judging by the orange, red, and yellow leaves, Fall was upon you
>Being back brought some memories... Some better than others
>Like how your family died in a snow wolf raid when you were seven
>Snow wolf raiders don't see your kind as kin
>Only lambs to the slaughter
>You only managed to survived by hiding in an empty potato sack
>Leaving you with a home without anyone to share it with
>You sold the empty house and carried on with your life
>And being unbound let you try things that seemed impossible
>Like trying your hand at being a bard
>Which may have assisted you in discover some things about yourself
>You were decent, but not decent enough to survive
>And surviving is what lead you down your current path in life
>Spying and killing
>But now you're back again, why?
>You hear a smooth voice behind you
>"You shouldn't be naked out in the cold like this"
>You turn around to see Carver standing in the doorway
>He's wearing a robe that exposed his chest fluff
>And does little to hide the bulge around his crotch
>To your surprise, you find yourself to be naked as well
>Quick, try and think of something witty
>"Sure, so long as you plan on warming me up then"
>He smiles. Nice.
>"Alright, come on in then"
>You hurry inside and waste no time in planting a deep kiss on his smaller vulpine lips
>You feel his tongue slip inside your mouth
>Spices of mulled cider cover your tongue
>You feel your dick quickly coming out of its sheath
>"Eager are we?"
>He reaches down and unties his robe to reveal his unsheathed peen
>He moves his hips forward and starts to frot his dick with yours
>Your legs start to get heavy
>"MMmmm, you really love this don't you~"
>He gently pushes you against the wall and continues to grind his dick with yours
>"C-Carver, I a-ah"
>"What, are you already about to cum, well then... I guess you'll have to make it up to me some other way~"
>You climax hard, after weeks without release, thick ropes of cum pour out your tip
>All over Carver's dick
>"Heh, you made this mess, now... clean it up~"
>ohyessir.wav
>You have to sit on butt to have a proper angle at his dick
>The smell of fox and wolf cum fills your nose
>You start licking just below his knot
>Gotta make sure to really save every. Last. Drop.
>"I think you missed a spot, here let me fix that"
>He presses his dick into your maw
>You feel his knot hit the front of your lips
>The taste and smell of him is overwhelming
>As he holds your ears, he starts moving your head back and forth around his member
>All you can do is wrap your lips around him and hold on to his legs
>As he starts to quicken his pace you can feel him start to twitch in your mouth
>"Aahh, I hope you're ready, Brutus"
>He pulls out in time for you to see his knot inflate
>You open your mouth and stick out your tongue
>He blows his load all over your face
>More on your face than in your mouth
>What little cum landed into your mouth you swallow
>For a few moments you just sit there with him standing over you, looking into your eyes
>He leans down to sit in your lap
>You plant a deep kiss onto his lips
>Your kiss was interrupted by the front door being blown open
>Cold air floods the room
>Look down, and Carver is gone
>The room is dark
>You feel a pain in your chest
>You hear a voice
>"Ah always knew you whus a freak"
>
>
>
>
>You hear a nearby door close... YOUR DOOR!
>Open your eyes
>Three things
>One, Carver is still asleep on top of you... Nice.mp3
>Two, your crotch and pants are saturated with your cum... That is not nice
>Three, a letter on the floor... Shit this looks bad
>This is really bad
>Oh fuck
>Okay okay okay okay okay
>Don't lose it just yet
>The note could be from Clovis, right?
>I mean, she already knows about you
>If it's not... Hell, who knows?
>Alright, first things first
>Trying to get Carver off of you without waking him
>Slowly but surely you slide him off of you
>You say a quick prayer to whatever divine spirits you could think of that he doesn't wake up
>Your wave of relief from him not waking up is replaced by dread when you see the state of your pants
>Absolutely ruined, and they were your good pair too
>After changing into a new pair of pants you throw your pants turned cumrag out the window as hard as you can
>Not the worst thing that you've ever thrown out the window
>Realizing your room probably smells like a freshly used whore, you decide to leave the widow open... A little bit
>Okay completely open
>You know it won't be enough, damn this is really bad
>Carver is going to know that you got off while he was sleeping in the same bed as you
>This could not get worse
>You pick up and read the letter
>Well, judging by the terrible writing and misspelled words
>It's certainly not from Clovis
>
>I NO WAT U DID FARY BOY
>MEET ME AT ROOF TONITE
>COM WITH GOLD
>-MELVIN
>
>...
>...
>...
>...
>Who the fuck is Melvin!?

Part 6
>Be Brutus
>Be enraged
>In all your years at the guild, you never, NEVER
>FUCKING NEVER
>HEARD OF ANYONE NAMED MELVIN
>You don't know who this Melvin is, but he is going to die
>He knows too much
>FAR TOO MUCH
>He will not only ruin your career in the guild
>But Carver's as well
>You can't let that happen
>Carver is... Innocent in this matter
>You might not know who Melvin is
>But she has to
>Clovis has to know
>She keeps track of everything that happens in the guild to an obsessive degree
>Although you are pretty sure she is still pissed about your failed espionage mission
>Considering that was this morning
>Wow, it has been a long day
>And it's still only a few hours past noon
>Ah hell
>You shouldn't be surprised
>Days where a maelstrom of shit hit you happens more often than not
>This never happened before the guild
>Because of this, days like this make you wish you had never joined Clovis's guild
>You look back at Carver's sleeping form
>A peaceful smile is on his face
>Today is not one of those days
>Leaving your room, a dreadful realization takes you
>This Melvin could have spoken to others
>Peering into the main room of the guild you could have sworn a few other members giving you a strange look
>It could've been your imagination or more
>It won't matter whether they know or not, once they find Melvin's mangled corpse
>If they know, they won't fuck with you
>Hopefully
>If they don't know, they'll be too busy trying to find out what happened to Melvin
>Sometimes this shit works itself out
>But first, a drink
>You know you're probably going to have a magic duel with Melvin later
>And even a little alcohol effects magic ability
>But you need some extra courage to talk to Clovis
>Taking a stool at the bar you order four fingers of vodka, dry
>The bartender nods and starts to speak
>"You know Brutus, you're the only one who drinks this stuff. I tried some, and, no offense, I honestly can't see why you drink it"
>"The company that makes this vodka is a human one stationed in Whitefield, where I'm from"
>"Oh uh, so do you like the taste?"
>Taking a large sip of the liquid you can feel a familiar fire-like sensation returning to you
>"No it tastes like rotten potatoes, It... Helps me remember... Home"
>"Huh, most drink hard liquor to forget, you know you're a tad bit queer, not in a bad way just..."
>"I think the word you're looking for is 'unique'"
>"Huh, I guess that's about right"
>Finishing your drink, you can feel the fire inside spread to your heart
>There it is
>You're ready
>"Alright put the drink on my tab aaand, oh yeah, do you happen to know a guild member by the name of Melvin?"
>"Uhh no. No I don't, sorry"
>"It's fine. In fact, forget I told you anything"
>"Don't worry Brutus, I haven't lasted this long by blabbing off drunken talk"
>That makes you smile a bit
>Leaving the bar, you look up the stairs leading to Clovis's room
>It's time
>Climbing up the stairs your nerves start to feel cold
>But not your heart, the fire in your heart burns and keeps you moving forward
>You reach her door
>You go to knock
>No
>NO
>AS YOU HAVE SAID SEVERAL TIMES BEFORE
>KNOCKING IS FOR FUCKING PUSSIES
>You barge into Clovis room
>"CLOVIS I NEEd tooooo... uhhh"
>Maybe you should have knocked
>Yeah you should have knocked
>Because Clovis is currently trying to rape a brownish-tan wolf
>A familiar brownish-tan wolf
>You know this wolf
>"BRUTUS HELP"
>"Oh hey Zen, yeah heh, Clovis has gone a little crazy without any release from her heat"
>"YEAH I NOTICED, COME FUCKING HELP ME YOU DICK"
>You quickly run over and pry Clovis off of the poor wolf
>You give Clovis a quick shake
>"HRNG NO NO MUST BREED, MUST HAVE PUPS, MUST BE A GOOD MOM"
>WHAT.
>THE.
>FUCK.
>Slap her shit
>*thwap*
>"YES HARDER"
>As you wish
>*THWAP*
>You felt that one in your knuckles
>That seemed to do it
>"Huh, wah-... oh, hey Brutus, we were just discussing Zens temporary return to the Guild"
>You give a look of utter confusion at Zen
>He looks mortified
>"Now where did I put that pipe?"
>Zen expresses his concern with the upmost delicacy
>"Clovis what the hell was that?"
>"Brutus, get out now and don't disturb us until I send Zen back out, Zen sit and wait here, I need to go find my medicine, I must have forgotten to take it today"
>She wasn't this bad a couple weeks ago.
>Also, medicine?
>...
>...
>...
>You have so many questions you know you won't get answers to
>You step down the stairs and take the same stool at the bar
>You order another drink
>The bartender gives you a slight grin
>"Sounds like the prince is really giving Zen the 'works'"
>Sometimes you forget how few people know about "the boss's" condition
>"Yeah, I'm afraid to ask why he has Zen back here"
>"Only Clovis knows, and probably that human he's been seeing"
>Human?
>"What human?"
>"Oh right you're usually asleep when he comes round, comes here early in the morn, like around two or three o'clock, been doin it about a year now"
>A YEAR!?
>HOW TH-!?
>WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN TOLD ANYTHING?
>"What could he do that would interest the boss so much that a human would be allowed contact with him for a year?"
>He grins like what hes about to say is hilarious
>"He said he's a monster slayer with a, and get this he 'majors in dragon slaying,' as if this short old human could slay a dragon"
>Maybe she's plotting to kill a dragon and steal something from it, but then how does that include Zen?
>"What could he be planning?"
>"You'd know, ain't you in his elite circle?"
>"Yeah... and I don't know. That's a bit unnerving, right?"
>You hope whatever Clovis is planning
>It doesn't involve you or Carver
>But it will
>"Yeah, I fear he's finally lost it, I wonder why I stay here some days... Hey Brutus, you thinking of ever settling down?"
>"One day, far far away from here"
>He's a bit taken aback by your statement
>"What's wrong with Llwynderw?"
>"Besides the fact the nobility is about to throw the kingdom into civil war after the War with the humans, it's just no place to raise a family"
>"You think there really is going to be a civil war, I mean, after all the cities have been through?"
>"Yeah, the kingdom is just too 'dog eat dog' to survive"
>"Well yeah we're wolves, it's just our way, it's even on our kingdom's coat of arms 'alpha alpha alpha'"
>That's a stupid fucking motto
>"Speaking of alpha, how'd that man-up-training with Carver go?"
>You forgot about that
>Luckily you hear Clovis's door open
>"WelllookslikeI'mupI'llhavetotellyounexttimeputthedrinksonmytabkthnksbye"
>Smooth, Brutus. Real smooth
>This time stumbling up the stairs you realize you drank more than just two drinks
>The drunkenness should be gone soon... But in the meantime
>"Damn fuck shit piece of piss codpiece thief"
>Zen is outside with a 'Man waiting to die look' plastered on his face
>"Hey Brutus, Clovis is waiting, ssss-*cough* he's finished cursing me out"
>He looks like shit
>You look down to where to bartender was a few moments ago
>He's gone
>"Hey and uh, you alright Zen? you look a bit empty"
>He gives you a tired look
>"Yeah, I'm just dealing with the fact that I helped turned Clovis into whatever *that* was"
>You whisper in his ear
>"Yeah, don't worry. I think Clovis is about to lose it completely, and when that happens, it seems some guild members are planning to make a break for it"
>"I'm sure Clovis will make sure I'm the one who won't get away... *Huuuhhh* What the fuck was I thinking coming back here"
>"Good luck, Zen. With, with... well, whatever you have planned"
>Entering the room
>You noticed that for once, Clovis looks... Well
>Eyes that are usually constricted and focused are droopy and relaxed
>Her normal tense and upright posture is replaced by a relaxed one with her hand holding up her cheek on the desk
>She even has what looks to be a genuine smile on her face
>And she's smoking something out of a silver pipe
>Smells like... vinegar?
>Overall she looks, not in a bad mood
>"Hello Brutus, what did you want?"
>Wow, whatever's in that pipe is working miracles
>"I needed some information about another guild member by the name of Melvin"
>That got her out of her relaxed state
>"...That's not the name of any guild member"
>!.mp3
>"SURELY YOU'RE MISTAKEN?"
>"First stop yelling, secondly don't call me Shirley, and yes I'm sure that's not name in the guild"
>Oh this is bad
>"It would appear we have a spy in our guild"
>If he was a member of the guild you could dig some sort of weakness on this guy
>"Brutus I order you to kill him and then search his quarters"
>Like a fear or if he used magic or what type of magic
>And you're kinda surprised Clovis isn't taking him out herself
>"Yes boss, I'm just surprised you're not taking care of a spy yourself"
>"It doesn't matter too much to me because, I plan on retiring after one last job in the near future"
>She is?
>"Y-you are? and uh what job is that?"
>The focus and strain returns to her eyes
>And her voice is all type of giddy
>"SWEET REVENGE AGAINST THAT FUCKING OVER SIZED LIZARD"
>Realizing Clovis is about to have an episode, you take your leave
>Heading back down the stairs away from her office as quickly as possible
>The drunkenness has already started to fade
>Your internal fire however has not
>You notice Carver is awake
>And in a better mood than when you left him
>He's not smiling, but he's not frowning either
>He's even wearing his feather cloak
>Which gives you an idea
>You feel the fire from earlier is now burning throughout your body (primarily in your pelvic region)
>You know what you're doing when you return from tonight
>"W-wow Brutus drinking w-without me, how rude"
>Aww he's trying to be sly
>"Heh, I needed some assistance with talking to the boss"
>"Yeah, he can be a little much sometimes, also, was that Z-Zen?"
>"Yeah it was, he's been 're-hired' by the boss"
>"I think I'll just try and a-avoid him, we didn't part on the best of terms"
>"Yeah I know, remind me to sock him one later"
>That brings a small smile to his face
>You feel a little bad about having to drive that smile away but...
>It's time to fill him in on what is happening tonight
>"Yeah... listen Carv"
>As on cue, his smile fades
>"Carv, tonight I might die"
>"What?!"
>"Carver listen to me"
>"WHAT IS SOMEONE TRYING TO KILL YOU"
>"Carver"
>"BRUTUS IF SOMEONE IS TRYING TO KILL YOU THEN LET'S ICE THIS FUCKER AND FEED HIS CORPSE TO THE CROWS"
>Oddly specific
>"CARVER, listen buddy, you're my friend, and I love that you would defend me like this... But I need you to help me in another way"
>"What other way?"
>"I need train my throwing arm for tonight, it's been awhile, and I was wondering if you could summon your crow familiars for target practice"
>That was how Carver spied and killed for Clovis
>He spied on others by summoning crows that would spread out, listen, then report back to him
>You think you heard that the new grand Templar did the same
>Or was that his sister?
>For killing on the other hand
>He uses the crows to peck his targets to death, that or suicide bombing
>"Y-yeah I can do that no problem, but I still think I should help you f-fight"
>"Good, and thank you, but this training will be enough I promise, uh let me get my stuff"
>Going back into your room and entering it you noticed the smell of your seed has completely vanished
>Maybe he didn't smell it
>Nice
>You walk over to your closet and stop
>It's been awhile since you used actual weapons
>Being a spy n'all
>You had magic, but you quickly learned why battlemages tended to be smaller in stature
>Harder to hit with magic and lead projectiles
>You were always a big and easy-to-hit target
>But you had something for that
>Opening the closet and pushing aside the guild cloaks and old bard costumes, you find the one thing you kept from your childhood
>Your fathers gambeson
>It was thick, had long sleeves and a skirt that nearly touched the ground
>It was made for a wolf of your size
>It had burn, slash, and arrow marks from its use over the decades
>And one blood stain around the neck, where a spear once struck
>...
>...
>You hope it will keep you safe tonight
>Behind it is a box of lead war darts
>Lead, for whatever reason, renders magic useless
>Clovis explained it to you once, buuuut you were more focused on his once toned MALE body
>Oh, how the times have changed
>What you do remember is that they act like silver does for demonic energy
>It would pass through any magic shield no matter how strong, completely unchallenged
>And once inside would prevent and magic from being cast
>It's probably why they're illegal in the human lands
>Grabbing the darts and their sheath, and a pouch of mana crystals
>While donning the gambeson, you look out the window. It's not even close to sundown yet
>At least you will get some training in
>Once the gambeson is on, the fire within is overwhelming
>Both the burning sensation and the heat, gambeson is fucking hot to wear
>You need to calm down
>"Hey Brutus are you, oh"
>"Yeah I know I know, I'm not very good at putting this thing on"
>"No I was wondering if you were r-ready to head out yet, I know a spot in the marsh outside the city, we won't be d-disturbed out there"
>"Yeah I think I am, let's go"
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>Llwynderw is near a lake that connects to the ocean
>But nearby is a marsh, large amounts of mana transfer between the water, soil, and plants creates a huge well of mana
>Easier to recharge mana crystals and all the other life energy makes it difficult to track anything in here
>Perfect place to train in private
>"Alright, when I say throw I'll summon a crow and a few seconds later you throw or shoot a b-bolt of magic"
>"Right"
>"Cantum Accersiri, NOW THROW"
>A black and orange crow crawls out of the back of his feathered cloak
>And flies into the air
>Now what was the ice bolt?
>Oh right
>"Glacies spica"
>An ice spike forms in your hand
>You aim slightly before the crow
>And you throw
>Before the spike gets near the crow it explodes into smaller ice fragments
>The crow is shredded into feathers and orange smoke
>"Good, now again"
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>A few hours pass, switching between magic and darts you wear your mind and arms out
>You need a long break
>"H-hey Carv *huff* *huff* give me a moment"
>"What, oh sure"
>You take a spot to sit next to him
>This gambeson is suffocating you
>You kept it on to better simulate the actual fight
>Maybe you should have saved drinking some 'fire in a bottle' after practicing
>"Carv... a little help taking this off?"
>He has to lean over you to start undoing the buckles
>This gives you an idea, it sure would be a shame if you some how slipped and he fell onto your exposed chest (and ravage the area)
>Whoops
>You both fall, you onto the dirt, and him onto you
>He glares at you
>"If I didn't know you, I would have s-sworn you did that on purpose"
>"What makes you think I didn't"
>"You're too kind of a wolf"
>Did he hit his head on your chest and get a concussion
>"Oh please, I'm an elite member of an illegal guild that extorts and murders others, I've done a lot of bad things over the years"
>"Did you enjoy it?"
>The clarity of the question surprised you
>You don't think so
>You enjoy the completion of a job
>But not so much the job itself
>"No, I don't think so?"
>"Then you still have at least a thread of kindness in you, I k-know I don't"
>The only person that doesn't have a thread of kindness in them is Clovis
>"Hey no, you still have time to change who you are"
>"Like I said, you're too kind"
>New objective added: Convince Carver he can be a kind person
>"Heh, I won't be too kind when I'm smashing Melvin's skull in"
>"Is that who's t-threatening you, his name doesn't sound familiar"
>"Well, he's A threat, turns out this guy is probably a spy in the guild, or so Clovis thinks"
>"So why don't you take him out when he's asleep, or you know, let me help kill him"
>You're going to have to reveal some things that happened
>Awkward things, but not everything
>"Okay so, earlier when we were together, he must've entered my room saw how we were and made some false conclusions"
>They weren't really that false
>He nervously chuckles
>"Y-yeah I guess w-we looked pretty weird to a w-wolf"
>To a wolf?
>"What do you mean?"
>"Well in general, in most fox tribes, we're not as touch shy with each other, It's not unusual for two individuals who are close to c-cuddle with each other in a non romantic way"
>That sounds nice actually
>"Sounds better than never being allowed to be that close... Anyway my point was he came in and left a letter that told me to meet him on the roof tonight signed Melvin"
>"I doubt that's real name, he'd have to be a really dumb spy to sign his own name"
>Point taken, either way he's going to die
>You continue to talk with Carver about your situation
>You convince him that this is something you need to do on your own
>That he shouldn't risk his life for yours
>You don't believe him when he says he'll sit this one out
>You can't tell if his expression is one of fear... Or rage
>Still, you have a bad feeling about tonight
>And as the sun just starts to dip underneath the horizon
>This feeling starts to mix with the fire inside
>You're ready
>But you must wait for night
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>Be in your room
>Waiting
>Checking over equipment is the only way to pass time
>Gambeson... Check
>Lead Darts... Check
>Mana Crystals... Check
>Dagger... uh, still in the closet
>...
>...
>Check
>...
>This could not take any longer if you tried


Part 7
>Be Brutus
>It's time
>Before going to the roof you, check on Carver
>Opening his door (Knocking is for pussies)
>He's stitching feathers to his cloak
>A lot of feathers
>He did use a lot of familiars earlier
>"Hey Carv, I uh, just wanted to stop by before the thing"
>"Hey Brutus, you're s-sure you don't need my help?"
>"Yeah I'm sure, but listen"
>Tell him how you feel
>"I-Iee, listen, if I don't come back, you might want to get as far away from the guild as possible, they will come for you and will not take prisoners"
>I mean why tell him now when you could just tell him after the fight, right? Right!
>"O-kay, Brutus now you listen, I don't know why you started helping me, but know this, I've n-never been treated well"
>Is his voice getting clearer?
>"All my life I've lived being beaten and chased, they told me it was the life of a fox, and the nothing seemed to contradict that"
>Oh god his voice is doing things to you
>"And all this shit, came from wolves and dogs, truth is I really hated all canines, no matter how well they use magic they always just seemed like big, overconfident, brutes without a brain"
>... I mean from personal experience this is kinda true
>"Then I met you, now don't get me wrong when I say this, you are big, a bit overconfident, and your name is fitting at times"
>... Making it reeeeal hard to feel bad for you bud
>"But you do have a brain, and you know how to use it, and I'm glad you did, because It made me use mine"
>"Damn straight, if I didn't the boss would've killed me off long ago, he has enough giant wolves around as it is... *sigh* It's time for the thing"
>"See you s-soon, Brutus"
>Now, a lesser man would delay and pussyfoot around a fight, you are no lesser man
>You run upstairs to the roof (nearly tripping on a step)
>The inferno inside begs to be released
>On any other day it would have burnt out long ago
>Not today, not tonight
>As you push open the trapdoor to the roof you smell something rather horrid
>Something familiar
>Something rank
>Oh of course it had to be him
>"Ah wuz wunderin if you'd efer show up"
>It's
>The
>Fucking
>Shaggy
>Wolf
>"You're Melvin? Oh ho HO I'm going to enjoy this far more than I should"
>You hear two other voices speak up behind you
>"/YOU GAVE HIM YOUR REAL NAME?/" (/Southern human/)
>"/Mel what the hell?/"
>Oh shit, you should have seen an ambush coming
>Turning around you see two more wolves
>The one yelling is a male snow wolf with raven tied back hair wearing some expensive looking steel cuirass and gauntlets
>He's not wearing any plate grieves, just some sack pants
>He's carrying a rather small rusted-iron mace
>The other is a black wolfess
>Who is wearing a thin looking leather cuirass and iron plate grieves
>For her weapon, a wooden hunting crossbow
>Melvin starts to speak again
>"/Now now, no one will know muh name, az soon az we're done 'ear/"
>That really pissed the snow wolf off
>"/YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TOLD ANYONE YOU DUMB CUNT, THEY'LL KNOW THERE'S A SPY/"
>"/Ahn wut, yer yellin wont?/"
>They continue to yell over Melvin's massive shortcomings
>Quick, make a plan
>You can throw a dart into the wolfess's chest no problem
>And you can fry the white wolf's balls which will give you a couple of seconds to deal with Melvin
>"/Mel, how many times do we have to tell you to think bef-/"
>Her belittlement was cut short
>For a dart fairly ripped
>The wolfess was no match for the Brutus
>With the big lead on his hip
>Her body hit the ground with a dull thud
>Now, it really begins
>"MOTHERFUCKER"
>Before you can cast any fire spell
>The snow wolf charges and starts swinging the mace wildly at you
>You try to keep some distance but he is much quicker than you thought
>You try to pull out your dagger, but it's too late
>He smacks you across the side of your head with the head of his mace
>You fade out a little
>You fall onto the railing of the roof
>The world starts to spin
>A loud ringing is in your ears
>That shaggy piece of shit opens his mouth again
>"Chuck em off da ruf, make it look like it were an incident"
>"'ACCIDENT' AND I THINK I SHOULD SHOVE MY FUCKING MACE UP HIS ASS FOR WHAT HE DID TO LAVENDER"
>"Nauh the degenerut wud enjoy it too much"
>The inferno within finally breaks loose
>Grabbing the wolf in front of you by the legs you lift that fucker up
>You let out a battle cry that would make Pa proud
>But before you can throw him over
>He smashed his mace into your back
>You don't feel shit
>Releasing a enraged growl you drop him off over the railing
>He tries to hold onto the rail
>But his armor weighed too much for him to hold on
>"AAAAaaaahhh-"
>thud
>Oh, that took more effort than you could spare
>Now you feel that hit
>You fall to your hands and knees... It's hard to breathe
>"Ya know, funny thing is, I wuz told to kill dem when da mission wuz ova, so thanks for dat"
>"*huff* Fuck *huff* off *huff*"
>Whatever magic you were planning
>It ain't happening
>Whatever was in your stomach makes its way out in a glob of red
>"Ya know, ah understand why dat fox is a homo, ah mean, it's in ah fox's biology tuh be submissive"
>Oh just stop talking
>"Ah mean, dats why so many ove dem are slaves, it's just their nature tuh give in to da strong"
>New plan, you need a new plan
>"Which ah, brings me to yew, ah don't get yew, ye have the perfect body, bitches flock tuh yew even tho yer poor as dirt"
>If he rants long enough
>"Ye don't have tuh do shite, but instead ye ignore whut yer givin, an decide tuh chase around OTHA MEN"
>You might be able to recover enough to cast a flash spell
>"Luhk at me, luhk at muh body, ah can't fuckin ever get mah fur clean, no matta how much ah wash it"
>And then throw a dart into his fucking mouth
>"Ye make me sick, yer a wasteful, degenerut, fox luvin, son ove a whore"
>The pain is great, but it's not enough to stop you
>"Fuck you Brutus, jus FUCK YO-"
>You grab your mana crystals out of your pouch
>"LUX TRABES"
>A beam of light fires from your hand
>Right into his eyes
>But before you can follow up with a dart he teleported...
>Somewhere
>Where?
>WHERE?!
>A voice to your back left appears
>"Ah would say that dis isn't personal, buht it is ya freek"
>He has the wolfess's crossbow
>His eyes are red with tears coming out
>But he still let's loose the bolt
>You attempt to jump out of the way
>You hit the ground harder than you intended
>A sharp pain is in your chest
>You can't breathe
>oh
>Oh no
>NO
>DIVINE SPIRITS NO
>OH YOU FUCKING DOLT
>YOU JUMPED INTO THE FUCKING BOLT
>NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOOO
>HOW, WHY, WHAT
>OF IF ONLY YOU'D JUST HAVE STOOD THERE
>YOU PROBABLY WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN HIT
>What a stupid fucking way to die
>What a stupid, stupid way to die
>You should have just killed him first
>At least then you Carver would be safe
>Wait wait
>You just have to get outta here
>You try to teleport away
>But a fizz of magic just comes out your hands
>You look at the bolt now slightly sticking out your chest
>A lead bolt, of course
>Melvin starts laughing
>"Hue hue hue holy shit, ye not suppos' to jump into da bolt ya dumb shite hue hue hue hue"
>He sounds like a... a...
>You start coughing violently
>You taste metal
>The fire inside... Has gone out
>And the cold of the night starts creeping into you
>Your breathing is coarse, and your throat is dry
>Blackness consumes your sight
>Your heart starts to beat slower
>And slower
>Slower
>What a stupid
>stupid...
>way...
>to...
>The last thing you hear before oblivion, other than that things laughter
>Is a a quiet bang
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>Be Carver
>You couldn't just do nothing
>And seeing Brutus on the ground unmoving proved it
>You don't know why Brutus acted so friendly to you
>Whether it's just to fuck with you, or hurt you in some way
>You no longer care
>You're just glad he did
>Sneaking up on the laughing jackass
>"Nervorum Resolutiones"
>"HUUGH~"
>His entire body is paralyzed
>"Wait here"
>You run over to Brutus
>He has a weak pulse
>You were dreading this
>You're going to have to freeze his body
>"Cryo Somnum"
>A flash of cold consumes him entirely
>You know some people don't survive being frozen like this
>And even less wake up
>But... It's better then just letting him to die
>Turning back to the paralyzed wolf
>"So y-you're 'Melvin' h-huh"
>You hated your fucking stutter
>It prevented any shit talking, which was your favorite part of the job
>"Hu u"
>"You know I never did like you, you always smelled too much"
>"GGGRRRRrrrr"
>"Always s-smelled like piss, whats wrong, never heard of a bath?"
>Loud noises of anger are coming from the paralyzed wolf
>"You know f-from a previous mission, I learned a valuable lesson, it's not over u-until you're dead"
>A look of what you presume fear, appears in his eyes
>"Goodbye, you fucking shaggy faggot, Cantum Accersiri Acervo"
>A hoard of crows starts to fly out of your robes
>They fly right to the shaggy wolf
>And start to peck and tear into his body
>You paralyze his mouth and jaw
>"Ahhh AHHH AAAHHHHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"
>A warm feeling of satisfaction returns to your heart
>You know it's wrong to be enjoying the pain of others
>But you can't help it, he just deserves it
>His screams become more high pitched and panicked as the murder of crows pecks out his eyes
>And tear skin from muscle
>And muscle from bone
>You need to stop wasting time and get Brutus help
>You didn't want to leave him here, but you had to get help
>Against your better judgement, you decide to ask Clovis for help
>You just hope he's not having another one of his episodes
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>Running to Clovis's door you remember Brutus's words of advice
>"knocking is for pussies"
>He's right
>It's time to man up
>And to put all this weakling shit in the past
>It's time for a new you
>A better you
>A NOT TAKING ANY BULLSHIT FROM YOUR BOSS YOU
>Busting into Clovis's office you yell
>"CLOVIS BRUTUS IS DYING YOUUuuuuuwwww... w-whatcha got there?"
>There's a red, gold, and black wolf mask on the ground
>Surrounded by demonic looking symbols
>Four dead dragon hatchlings with their brains and eyes removed
>And an old looking human with his eyes rolled back in his skull
>Chanting in that language Brutus sometimes speaks
>Obvious black magic is obvious
>Clovis looks into his goblet
>"A smoothy"
>You realize you are now going to be apart of whatever 'this' is
>Shit
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Part 8
>Be Brutus
>...
>...
>...
>You're... Alive?
>Ohhh
>There's pain
>So much pain in your body
>*Brutus moaned at least this loud*
>"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHhhh"
>You hear footsteps headed to your door
>You hope it's Carver
>The door blasts open
>There he is
>That cute little fox
>You've never seen him this happy before
>"Brutus you're a-awake"
>"H-heh ack, I'm glad to see you too, Carv"
>"I would hug you but the medicus forbade contact with the t-torso"
>"Fuck em, come over here"
>Yeah it doesn't even hur-
>"Ooohhh okay okay okay, my back"
>"Sorry"
>"Ah, so you finally have awoken"
>Turning your head to see who the new voice is
>It's... A fox?
>"Yeah I brought you to the medicus I go to w-whenever I got injured"
>"Probably because you knew if you went to wolven healers your friend would've died, wolves make for terrible healers, probably because it requires critical thinking"
>Dick
>"Anyways, Brutus right, you probably want to know what the damage is, right?"
>You lean forward and rest your arm on Carver's shoulder
>"Sure"
>"Okay, the more obvious of your wounds is the puncture wound in your right pectoral muscles. The bolt pierced your chest completely, and fractured two ribs"
>Oof
>"The less obvious is your back left rib cage, which has been cracked almost completely. If you had not been wearing armor, that blow would have caved in your entire lower rib cage"
>Double oof
>"Also there's a skull fracture on the left of the skull, I don't know how your brain survived being thrown around by whatever hit it, probably because your skull is actually empty eh?"
>FUCK THIS GUY
>"But had Carver here not frozen your body, you would be in a much worse position. So, before I release you back into the public there are some rules you need to follow"
>And as the medicus continues you don't really listen
>Frozen, huh
>WAIT HOW LONG WERE YOU OUT?!
>"HOW LONG WAS I OUT!?"
>"No sexual acti-, I see you have the manners of a wolf, about two weeks, no alcohol and"
>Two weeks. Damn, imagine the changes you'll see
>"So any questions? No? Good, your belongings are in the trunk at the end of the bed, and I hope I don't have to see you again"
>And just like that he's gone
>"What time is it"
>"Sundown"
>You wonder if the taverns are still pouring, you could use a drink
>"Could you help me back to the guild, I don't think I would make it by myself"
>"Of course"
>After pulling off the bed sheets slightly you realize you're naked
>"Uuh there's pants in that trunk right?"
>"Yeah wh- oh"
>This must be the first time he's seen you fully naked
>I mean he has have to seen you when you were wearing those super thin pants for Clovis
>"H-how do you keep the women off of you with that t-thing"
>It's always hard to tell with keidran but you think he's... blushing?
>"Heh, I'll tell you later. Umm... the pants?"
>"Yeah h-here"
>And before you know it, you're outside the hospital
>AAaaand you're in the fox district
>Carvers, Carvers everywhere
>Control yourself, Brutus
>Two weeks of being pent up, control yourself
>Distract yourself with something
>"So Carver, what happen while I was out?"
>"Well f-first you probably w-want to know what h-happened to Melvin"
>Oh yeah you forget about that shaggy faglord
>"Please tell me you killed him"
>"I devoured him alive with crows"
>He actually called it
>And you smile because that's exactly what he deserves
>"But here's the onion, turns out he was a Templar spy"
>"Wait really?"
>"Y-yeah he was a spy for the new Grand Templar Brahn"
>You know Brahn as the Templar that contracted Clovis to attack that southern human city
>And the one with the cousin who did the crow summoning thing, or was that his wife?
>"Melvin was instructed to gain a foothold in Clovis's e-elite circle, which is why he targeted you and me"
>Of course he'd try to gain a foothold in the guild, probably trying to eliminate two members and try to get promoted in their place
>But Melvin was far too incompetent
>Well, competent enough to take you for a ride
>"Oh, and Clovis has announced her retirement after one last job"
>That's not news to you
>Wait did he say her?
>"So you found out about Clovis's secret then, huh?"
>"She told me everything a-after I caught her-"
>Oh Clovis must've gotten Zen after all, poor guy
>"Doing a black magic ritual"
>Oh that's... Better
>"Oh and there's a new member, k-kinda, he's actually a northern human, uh his name is Greg I think. Oh and his last name is long, it s-starts with a B"
>"Heh yeah, northern tongue is a bitch and a half to pronounce let alone learn"
>"You ever want to go back?"
>Sometimes
>"It's complicated, I miss my homeland, but there's nothing for me there. Come to think of it there's not much here for me either"
>"We could go t-there, like a vacation while this land falls into chaos"
>"We?"
>"Y-yeah I mean why not, you always talk highly about the Northern duchies"
>"It would be good to see Whitefield again, see how the reconstruction is going. Oh, if we do go don't refer to them as duchies, say kingdoms"
>"Why?"
>"It's a long story, but enough about me, what have you been up to since I got maimed"
>"Well for once I stopped taking shit from other memberes of the guild"
>Carver being one of the only non-canines brought him a lot of heat
>"Carverrrr what'd you do?"
>"R-relax, I just showed them I still know how to cast spells is all, that and I had my crows shit in their breakfast soup"
>"Heh HA, now that's taking 'eat shit' to a whole new meaning!"
>"Yeah that's not the only thing, I also completed an assasination mission without m-messing it up"
>He hasn't really done any missions since he got back from the island
>"Does this mean you're back?"
>"I t-think so. Well I mean I'm there, just not fully together yet"
>"Don't worry Carv, you'll get there if I have anything to say about it"
>A little smile spreads across his face, oh how you loved it
>As you continue to walk (stumble) with Carver, although the pain is great
>You feel better than you have in months
>And as the guild appears in the distance
>You're ready for whatever comes next
>Most likely a drink first
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>You and Carver are currently getting shitfaced on Vodka in your room
>You even remembered to lock the door
>You even managed to get him to take his shirt off, which hasn't happened since he returned from the Island
>Overall your view is... Nice
>You pass the hours talking about nothing in particular
>Until a particular topic comes up that you were hoping/dreading would come up
>"So how do you say h-his name again?"
>"\His name is pronounced, Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz\"
>"Hah ha, who the fuck comes up with these n-names"
>"Yeah northern human is one hell of a language"
>They say if you could speak it, you could speak any language
>So far it proved true for you
>"Hey Brutus, I don't mean to get all sentimental, but I wanted to s-say thank you, for everything"
>"Yeah of course, like I said I didn't want to see you suffer, that and I wanted to learn all the dark secrets of the fox Carver"
>"Heh, if you want I could tell you a-about a recent dark secret that I discovered. You can keep a secret r-right, and you won't judge me for it?"
>He looks really nervous
>"Yeah I won't judge you for shit, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt ya"
>If there weren't a table in front of you, you'd hug the shit out of him
>"Okay so, soon after you were hospitalized I saw some sodomites... Male sodomites being h-hanged by the guards"
>You feel the blood rushing from your face
>Uhh, this conversation is taking a turn you didn't expect
>You're really glad your secret didn't get leaked
>"And it got me thinking"
>RED FLAG
>"I-I-I mean I NEVER thought of any man like that before"
>What
>"My whole life I've only been attracted t-to women, but these thoughts, these deep dark fantasies... It really got me going"
>Is... is he curious?
>"Ever since the island I just just..."
>He looks away in shame from your eyes
>I'm broken Brutus, I d-don't know if I can be fixed"
>He looks like he's ready to cry
>"...I don't think that having those thoughts is wrong"
>His ears shoot up
>"W-what"
>Oh curse you and your loose lips
>But then again, this could be the only chance you get with him
>"Yeah I mean, I get those thoughts all the time, it can't be THAT different than with women"
>"But isn't it though, I mean doing t-things with other men must be different than with women r-right?"
>"I wouldn't know"
>"Oh"
>And his ears fall back down
>"Buuuuuut not in the way you would think"
>That last bit was higher pitched than you wanted it to be
>He's giving you a puzzled look
>"In what way?"
>You're ready
>"I've... Never been with a women before"
>"Y-you're a virgin?"
>He now has no right to judge other people for their intelligence
>"No bud I've only had sex with other men"
>... You're pretty sure that last bit was supposed to be in your head
>Carver has a look of shock on his face
>"But you're so, so... uh"
>"Masculine, I know. Remember I used to be a bard, I met and 'played' with those who's only personality is 'flamboyant deviant'"
>After a couple of minutes in silence Carver is the first one to speak up
>"Oh, so when did you c-choose to be uh"
>"It was never a choice!"
>That came out harsher than you intended
>He's really taken aback by your outburst
>"SORRY! Sorry, it's just... Sometimes I wish I could get it up for women, I mean I really do. Heh, life would be so much easier..."
>You solemnly look down toward your dysfunctional package
>"Believe me I've tried, but whenever I see a naked girl or receive 'attention' it just doesn't... Work"
>One of the sorrows you had in life was never being able to have your own kids
>You are the last of your bloodline
>"Sorry, let me rephrase that, when did you learn y-you were a, uh..."
>"Heh, Carver you can call me whatever, it wont bother me, and it was when I was seven. The Grand Northern Tournament was taking place In the ruins of Whitefield"
>That day is forever clear in you memory
>It was in the spring
>"Warriors from all over the northern duchies gathered to beat the shit out of each other for all to see
>At first everything was normal, until the boxing and wrestling rounds. Believe it or not, even humans wrestle naked"
>"Let me guess, you saw two big muscle heads fighting and p-pitched a tent"
>"Nah it was these two smaller guys, skinny but still muscular, seeing their bodies entangled and flexing just, okay I should probably stop reminiscing before I actually pitch a tent"
>"Uuuuhh, yeah t-that would be best"
>...
>...
>You hope he's drunk enough to not remember this in the morning
>Because you decide to go all in
>"You know, I am curious, about wither doing things with other men is really that different. Of course I can't because I've been unable to do anything with women, but you have"
>His breathing gets heavier
>"What do you mean"
>"I mean, we could do some things, and you can tell me how different it is"
>"L-l-l-like s-s-sex?"
>He probably is still apprehensive to these things
>"NO no no no no, I mean not unless you want to, I was thinking along the lines of just, you know the basics"
>"Like kissing?"
>It's a start
>"Yeah, do you want to?"
>Please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes
>"S-sure"
>The tip of your dick starts to make it's way out of your sheath
>"Then come over here, I'm not really in a good position to move"
>Before standing up he takes your bottle of vodka and chugs it for a few seconds
>Theabsolutemadman
>He pulls his chair right next to yours
>When he sits down, his face is only a few inches away
>His breath reeks of alcohol
>"Give me a few, the v-vodka needs t-"
>You couldn't help yourself
>"HHMMM?!!... MMMhh... mmm"
>He's apprehensive at first, but he gives in
>Your muzzles came apart with a loud smek
>After locking eyes for what seems like an eternity
>He looks away shyly
>"I-It's not d-different"
>"Hmm, what?"
>What was he talking about
>"The kiss, apart from it c-coming from you, it wasn't that different"
>Spending your life constantly being told about how your type of love was sinful, evil, and downright degenerate
>And watching countless friends, coworkers, and lovers being burned, hung, skinned, and impaled
>Hearing that it's not too different after all
>Almost brings a tear to your eye
>Maybe one day
>"You have no idea how awesome that is to hear"
>"Heh I guess not"
>He has a small smile on his face
>"You want to make sure it's really not that different"
>This time, he kisses you
>This sudden forwardness
>Starts to turn you on
>"D-damn, I can feel a fire inside my stomach"
>"That's the vodka, I feel it too, but I could use another taste"
>You slip your tongue into his mouth
>Moving over every bit of his mouth
>Mhhh, there it is
>You always enjoyed kissing
>The slight flavors between species
>The richness of felines
>The sweetness of canines
>And the spice of vulpines
>And you were getting an extra hint of spice right now
>Your dick is almost completely out of its sheath save the knot
>Not that you planned on using it too much tonight
>As you continue to make out with Carver pressing your large tongue against his much smaller one, he leans onto you and presses your wound into the chair
>"AHhh!"
>"What's wrong?!"
>"Ack, just my back, maybe we should take this to the bed, yeah?"
>"A-are, are we gonna?"
>"Let's just see how things go, okay?"
>You know once he's on that bed
>He won't leave it til the morning
>That's how it always goes
>Now a giant drunk wolf and a much smaller drunk fox are trying to move ten feet over to your bed
>After a close call with the a dresser you make it, you slowly lean back into your bed
>You pat your belly
>Carver gets the hint and crawls on top of you, making sure to avoid putting pressure on your wound
>You resume making out with the fox
>He's not the most experienced kisser, but you can tell he has seen some action
>But none like you
>His tongue is heavenly smooth
>Everything is soooo smooth
>His fur
>His hands
>His scent
>You can tell by his scent, he's enjoying this too
>Well, that and the bulge almost touching yours
>Time to take it up a notch
>You slide your hands over his butt and squeeze ever so tenderly
>"A-Ahhh, Brutus"
>In return he starts thrusting instinctively
>Grinding against your crotch in the process
>Your gigantic knot finally comes out of your sheath
>It puts intense pressure on your poor pants
>"Heh, my pants are getting a little snug, can you help me take them off?"
>You can feel his heartbeat increase through the pulsing from his bulge
>"W-we're really doing this huh, alright lemme get mine off first"
>You've never seen Carver naked before
>Before the island he never really took off his undershirt and pants
>After the island He started always wearing robes and loose, covering clothing
>And as he pulled his pants off, you see him in all his glory
>A thin but still very toned body with slight scars scattered around his body
>After staring at his cock for a few seconds and drooling a bit
>You notice one thing in particular
>There is a small star above the base of his cock, it looks like it was... Burned into the skin?
>If those basitin did this, they are going to die
>"Uh Brutus, your pants"
>Oh right your pants
>"Uh, watch yourself, it sometimes springs out"
>Before he undoes your pants buttons, he stops and feels your shaft
>"H-holy shit, I knew it had to be big but, how are we...?"
>Despite your size you have always loved to be on bottom
>Especially with smaller men
>The confidence they get when "conquering the big bad wolf" is just...
>So fucking hot
>You grin
>"Don't worry about how big you are, I think I'll still be able to take your knot"
>Despite your obvious lie, his cock twitches at your compliment
>Truth is Carver was about average for canines and vulpines
>But he didn't need to know that
>After unleashing the beast
>And almost knocking out Carver with your dick (you warned him)
>"Now just come up here and lay on my chest for a moment"
>"B-but o-our things w-will touch"
>You wink at him
>"That's the point"
>He shudders and climbs back onto you
>Slowly laying his shaft, knot, and balls onto yours
>"What do we do now?"
>"Something I wanted to do for some time now"
>You pull his hips against yours and you start slowly grinding against him
>You both moan together
>Justlikethesimulations.jpeg
>He leans forward and kisses you
>With passion
>Precum is leaking out in large strands out of your and Carver's dicks
>He starts to really pick up his pace
>You feel him slide and press against your knot
>He lets a soft moan
>He looks you in the eyes, but quickly looks back down
>His thrust becomes rapid and uncontrolled
>His knot starts pulsing
>"B-Brutus I'm... IIII'm... AHHHHhhh"
>His seed shoots out in the thickest ropes you've seen in your life
>They don't go far, but they cover your dick and navel
>"HHHnnnnggg Ahhh, Ah ha oh, oh shit ah"
>Carver is hunched over you gasping for air
>Cum still leaking out
>"O-oh *ah* oh shit *huff* oh fuck"
>His cum is all over your shaft, knot, oh everywhere
>It's so hot and thick
>Your precum is leaking out at a steady pace
>The scent is intoxicating
>You need more
>"You're not done yet, right Carv?"
>"Give me a c-couple seconds, if there's *ah* one g-good thing I got from that island, it was"
>A large glob of cum leaks out of his shaft
>"Hngg, a quick recovery"
>While frotting with Carver was your dream (literally)
>You needed more
>It's time to introduce him to butt stuff
>"Hey Carv, while we're waiting for your wolf-breaker to recover, I want you to help me get prepared"
>Your little comment sparked an extra pulse from his cock
>"GUH, a-alright, how do we do that?"
>"You see that pot on my shelf, open it and coat your fingers with the stuff inside"
>"Hah, okaaay... I-is this olive oil?"
>*Realization*
>"BRUTUS, IS THIS WHY THERE IS ALWAYS A SHORTAGE OF OIL IN THE MESS HALL?"
>Heh heh heh heh heh
>"Heh, it makes for good lubrication, now when the thing about fingering is avoiding claws, so try to not drag your claws around when your inside"
>You spread your legs and pull your ass cheeks apart
>"Just make sure you have a lot of oil and have fun"
>He dips his fingers into the pot of oil and hesitates before putting one in you
>"So I just"
>You can't see what finger he put in first
>But it's been so long that it feels like he might as well be fisting you
>"MMMMmmm, yeah, just like that"
>As he fingers you, you feel bliss
>You take this time to reminisce
>About just over a month ago you got called into Clovis's office to have sex with her
>Before that you had a massive dry streak
>It's hard finding partners when hiding that side of yourself
>For good reason
>In the meantime you fingered yourself to the memories of the past and the possible fantasies of the future
>One of which you were living ou-
>"Brutus"
>"Hmm?"
>"Am I d-doing any good or?"
>Your voice is probably is slurred with pleasure
>"Oh yeah, hhhmmm add another finger"
>He re-oils his fingers and this time, he unleashes the power of TWO FINGERS
>HHNNGGgg
>Oh that's the spot
>THAT'S THE SPOT
>You release a low pitch bark
>"Oh, *ackhem,* right there is the sweet spot"
>"Huh really, I thought only women had sweet spots"
>"Yeah we have them in our ass, and by the looks of it, you're ready to start pounding mine"
>His cock is back in action
>"A-are you sure cause we can stop and just-"
>"Carver"
>"Yeah?"
>"Get some oil, and come tame this big bad wolf~"
>His eyes dilate and his entire body shivers
>To say this was blissful would be an understatement
>He takes some oil and coats his cock with it
>This was euphoric
>He shifts closer to get into position
>Your breathing quickens
>"Uh Brutus I can't get an angle your thighs are m-making it kinda hard to get an angle"
>Another problem about your size is that being the bottom nearly impossible
>Nearly, you had many solutions to this problem
>"Put my legs over your shoulders"
>He heaves your legs over his shoulders and aligns his oiled cock up to your hole
>Oh that's much better
>Now you can see his face perfectly
>If he was looking towards you
>His tip touches your hole
>You're both trembling with anticipation
>And then, hey slides his tip into you
>And stops?
>"Oohh Carv, keep going please"
>"I k-know it's just really tight"
>"It's okay to push, I can take iiiiaahhh~"
>You feel more than just the tip enter you
>And soon his knot kisses the outside of your ring
>"Mmmhhmm now, do what comes natural"
>You feel Carvers hips start slowly thrusting into you
>"Gah, you feel so good Brutus"
>He's just barely grazing your sweet spot
>"Aim a little higher Carv"
>He shifts his knees and starts trusting harder
>You let out a yip
>You never knew why you make those noises, and you had no control over them once there is a dick in you
>You start to feel his knot slap against your hole
>"W-want to see a trick I 'learned' at the island"
>What, what is he
>"*POP* HHHNNNGG"
>Oh that's his knot
>"*POP* Grrrah hah"
>*POP* you let a much higher pitch bark
>"Fuck Carver you AH *POP*"
>His knot is popping in and out of you
>Hitting your sweet spot multiple times
>The knot is always the end of sex
>The pleasure is always too overwhelming to hold back
>You continue to let out the primal desires
>Each pop causing you to let out a bestial noise
>How the fuck is he doing that?
>How how... why isn't he doing that?
>"Brutus are you okay you sound like your-"
>"YES! PLEASE KEEP GOING"
>He pulls your legs higher
>And starts thrusting wildly
>His hips are slapping hard against your ass
>Emitting loud smacks with each thrust
>Yeah, he doesn't need any more help
>You try to time your hips with his thrust
>But they're too wild
>All you can do is lay there and enjoy his pounding
>He pounding you so hard you can feel it in your back
>Despite the pain, the pleasure of being fucked raw keeps you numb
>The wet smacking
>The primal grunts and moans from you and Carver
>Is making your whole body tingle
>And that's when you feel the end coming
>"C-carv ah I'm ah getting c-close ah fuck"
>He leans forward and stares into your eyes
>With those beautiful rose colored eyes
>A fire is in those eyes
>"Take it, take it all!"
>And makes one big final thrust
>His knot goes into you and starts to expand
>You can't hold back any longer
>When you start to cum
>He kisses you deeply
>The pleasure is overwhelming
>All you see is white
>When you come to, Carver is still inside you
>You're both gasping for air
>Your chest is burning for air
>It had been too long since your last dicking
>Far, far too long
>He puts your legs down
>And leans forward onto your body with his head resting on your chest
>Every now and then a instinctual thrust comes from Carvers hips
>Followed by a quiet moan by you
>Time starts to fade away
>Carver pulls his knot followed by a grunt
>Your back starts to hurt
>But the warm and fuzzy fox nuzzling into your chest fur numbs the pain away
>You wish with every fiber of your being that this won't be 'just tonight'
>After slowly wrapping your arms around his body
>You fall asleep
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>You're awoken by Carver getting off of you
>Oh, oh god, your fucking back, oooooh fuck
>The sheets are probably red from your back
>"S-sorry to wake you Brutus, but ah I need to go take a piss, I'll be back in a few"
>He puts on one of your robe tops and hurries off
>He looked adorable in it
>Despite also needing to take a piss, you're in no position to get up
>You don't know what's worse, your head, neck, back, and crack are all sore
>Uhg, the medicus should have warned you about such intense behavior
>You try to fall back asleep but as you start to drift Carver comes back
>He seems apprehensive to get back into bed
>"I only bite if you want me to, come here"
>Instead of getting back on your chest he settles for cuddling up to your side instead
>"Hey, about... Last night, a-am I, are we"
>You nuzzle into his cheek
>"We can be whatever you want us to be"
>"I don't know what I want, I l-like this, us being together, but the thought of what the others will do to us, changes that"
>"Carv, I don't think we have to worry about the others soon, when Clovis retires, I say we get the hell out of wolf territory"
>"Where do you t-think we should go?"
>"Anywhere is better than here"
>"If it's with you, I'll go anywhere you want"
>You pull him closer and try to kiss him
>He pulls away
>"I-I'm not read- oh fuck it"
>He springs forward and smooches you on your lips
>Hmm only a little bit of spice makes its way onto you tongue
>After his little kiss he tries to pull you close
>As Carver continues to cuddle up to to you
>Nuzzling his way into the crook of your neck
>The pain you've suffered, and will inevitably suffer, it will all be worth it for this
>Be Brutus
>Be seven foot tall
>Have a "big fat fucking cock"
>Have the strength of an ox
>Women constantly stare and swoon at the sight of your bulge
>Everyone thinks you get 20lbs of pussy and ass everyday
>Be a massive sodomite
>Don't want it any other way

Note:To the five people who bothered to read this far, thank you, you give me some weird meaning,


AND THANK YOU MANDAG, no really your feedback (and grammar fixing) helped make this story not shit


Now I'm sure at least one of you are curious about what I'm writing in the future
First: Raine and Maren fic about them visiting certain men in the night, (Something romantic and sweet before the next fic)
Second:"Have you tried asking politely?"(A short prequel to the next fic(Why Zen is back "working" for Clovis (Also an introduction to an OC character that will play a role in the next fic)))
Third:"Seeing The World Through Dead, Gilded Eyes"(The Last Job, Clovis is unable to take the curse anymore, she must retire before insanity consumes her mind once and for all,
but first she must sail to the basitin islands to get revenge on a sleeping lady Nora, can she retire in time, can she slay the demi-god Nora, WILL SHE EVER GET LAID?(Find out in a couple months))
Fourth:"The Ballad Of Gay Brutus Remastered" (Almost the same just with some significant improvements)