(Features: m/f, f/f, m/f/m, gangbang, orgy, blowjob, werewolf, lizardfolk, shapeshifters, knots, doggy style, spitroast, cream pie, questionable ye olde English spelling, exhibitionism, corny pick up lines, body writing, tally marks, waxing philosophical at inappropriate times, fantasy racism, unsanitary uses of a pub table, bath time sex, esoteric literary puns, bad decisions while angry at parents, doggystyle, biting, begging, alcohol induced courage)
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Having one hand stuffed down her pants while watching her best friend get plowed by a train of werewolves was not how Marinella Silverthorn imagined her day was going to go. But here she was, and fuck was it hot.
Mari had agreed to accompany her friend and companion Lanathea Arellan to finally meet with her long lost elven father. After searching for years they had finally found him, part of an elven trading delegation visiting the city to negotiate something-or-other. To be honest Mari hadn't caught the whole story, but her friend's excitement was infectious, and she had been all too happy to join her friend in meeting with her biological father while the rest of their adventuring party was preoccupied with other activities during their brief stay in the city. After their last job, every member of the company of the Raven Banner was more than ready to enjoy what the city had to offer.
She had glazed over as Lanathea or "Lana" to her friends, was explaining the details, all too excited about the day they would finally meet and accept her as his long lost offspring. There had been a lot of palms greased to get her an audience, helped somewhat by the fact that Lana had inherited the best features of both worlds, long, flowing golden hair that never seemed to tangle and cute little pointed ears from her absent father, and an hourglass shape from her human mother, and the ability to fill out a corset better than any elf Mari had ever met.
The meeting had gone...poorly. Even from outside the room Mari heard enough to know that firstly, elves were assholes, and secondly, her friend would need a drink. Lana had run out of the room in tears, and Mari had been about two seconds from throwing a fireball at the embassy and causing a diplomatic incident when her friend had tugged at her sleeve and asked to just get away. Lana had led them out of the high district and out to the old traveler's quarters. A mess of twisting alleys and hidden streets, and Mari worried that her friend was about to get them lost before they stopped at the entrance of an old wooden building. A placard with a cratered circle hung over the door, the words "Fyll Moone Pub" were scratched inexpertly into the doorframe.
The Full Moon Pub. Mari had heard about it in their adventures, an infamous den of scoundrels, serving a mixture of shifters and beastfolk. The dregs of society according to most in the city, and rarely welcome anywhere else. The hair on the back of her neck shifted as it felt like dozens of pairs of eyes followed the two of them across the room. But Mari knew her friend Lana wasn't about to be dissuaded, not when her emotions were involved.
It hadn't taken very long, or very many mugs of ale before Mari started to get worried as she watched her friend guzzle them down, glowering at the injustice of it all. The bartender wordlessly placed more mugs of the slightly bitter brew on their table. Before Mari could say anything, Lana was already chugging down the frothy brew.
"Fuck them! Fuck their bigotry and their upturned noses and their snooty little club!" Lanathea Arellan, tossed back another ale, the frothy mixture dribbling down her cheeks before she swiped the back of one lithe hand across her face. Still, Mari's eyes couldn't help but track a little frothy drop as it trickled down from Lana's plump lips, hanging delicately from her pert chin for a tantalizing moment, before dropping into the expanse of Lana's cleavage, disappearing between ample breasts. Mari coughed and tried to refocus her thoughts. She was here to support her friend, not ogle her.
"Lana, I'd say that you had enough but I've seen you drink a dwarf under the table." Mari Silverthorn gently teased her old friend and adventuring partner. There was a red blush around Lana's golden cheeks, and Mari couldn't tell if it was from the anger, or perhaps the ale at this grubby little pub was stronger than she realized.
"If they think I'm not good enough to be part of the family because I'm a half-breed, then they'll be ecstatic when I show them a litter of pups!" Lana slapped down her mug with a clatter, and Mari couldn't help but notice heads were turning.
"Lana!" Mari hissed. "Are you sure about-" There was a flash of anger in her friend's eyes, vibrant green and flecked with gold, a gift of her elven parentage. The blonde woman shoved her chair back, the wooden legs making a loud scraping sound eliciting murmurs and turned heads. Mari made a strained noise, seeing dark eyes peer at them from under cloaks, scarred faces turning to see what was going on. There was a palpable air of danger, of musk and smoke and spite. The two of them weren't shifters, they didn't belong there, intruding on this space, and Mari could feel the worry, thudding in her chest as her friend suddenly became the center of attention.
"What does a girl have to do here to suck a dick!" Lana's voice cut through the din and clamor of the bar, turning every head.
Mari got up to follow but couldn't help but stand transfixed as the atmosphere changed. The suspicious looks that they had been getting were instead appraising, hungry. She watched as her friend laughed, suddenly the center of attention and enjoying it. A man with midnight dark hair had a finger under Lana's pale, narrow chin, lifting it up to kiss him Another one, broad shouldered and bearded, was moving behind her, hands starting to roam across her clothes, undoing stays and clasps. His laugh was like an avalanche falling.
With a few words and a sway of Lana's half elven hips, her friend had suddenly become a very different type of prey.
A heavy hand fell on Mari's shoulder and she yelped, ready to run.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." A low, gruff voice rumbled behind her and Mari turned. The owner of the hand was nearly two heads taller than Mari, an older man, with a scar running across one side of his face where it looked like he had narrowly missed losing an eye to a sword. His hair was cut short and ragged, but Mari could see long streaks of gray running through it. There was a strength in his hand, but he took care to remove it, one rough, calloused finger sliding along the nape of her neck as he did so.
"It's-" Mari stammered. He smelt of pine, cedar, and smoke and towered a full head above her. "It's alright."
"Name's Regar. I can get you and your friend out of here if you need." He tilted his head towards the hungry crowd that had gathered near the bar.
Mari jerked her head back towards where Lana was currently shedding clothes at an alarming rate. There was a glimpse of pale skin and wild blonde hair flashing in the dim half-light, and then she was obscured by the crowd of bodies. "Are you their alpha?"
"What? No!" Regar guffawed, a low chuckle spilling out of his lips. "Where'd you hear bunk like that. No, I'm the bartender, and cook, and-" he winced, as there was a crash of mugs and ale hitting the floor and a squeal of delight behind Mari. "and the cleaning crew."
"I-uhh, I think she's okay." There was a clatter and Mari turned to see one of the tables half collapsed, Lana's top was open now, shredded, her full, dark tipped breasts bare to the world. Well, except for the furry hand that was fondling one, the soft pendulous globes jiggling as she eagerly jacked off someone, their clothes half shredded as their body seemed to ripple and shift. The two men had shifted already, letting loose their bestial forms, a dark furred feline that reminded Mari of a panther nipped at her friend's neck, while wolfman was standing beside her, resting an erect and dripping cock on Lana's bare shoulder.
Fuck, it was hot. "I'm sorry. We'll pay for the table." Mari said, her voice trailing off as she watched Lana, a look of lust and delight in her face as she plunged down, engulfing one the wolfcock, others were moving, adjusting clothes and stripping away any pretense, offering up an array of diverse cocks in front of her. Her cheeks bulged obscenely, as she struggled to take it all in. They were lining up now, shifters, mostly wolves but a few others as well, their forms rippling and shifting as they were overcome by lust.
"I'll-I'll put it on your tab." Regar's voice behind her was ragged, his hand was on her shoulder again, and Mari glanced down at it. His nails were longer, but the skin was still the color of weathered oak, and his hand was warm, gods was it warm against her shoulder, thumb resting against the nape of her neck. She realized he was holding it in, controlling the change, even as his breath started to stagger.
Gods, he smelled good, Mari thought. She watched her friend get picked up and placed on her hands and knees on a table, a naked werewolf scattering plates on the floor to make room before shoving his cock in her dripping cunt. There was a thought, a brief moment where Mari realized that if she didn't get out of here now, she was going to be next, but...but when she went to take Regar's hand from her shoulder she realized where her hand actually was. Mari's hands had strayed, one unconsciously massaged her small tits, the other, the other was sliding beneath her pants, her fingers were pressed against her crotch, fingertips encountering the wet mess she was making of her underwear. Fuck, she was going to need a new pair of panties at this rate. She should be ashamed, she shouldn't be behaving this way, not in public, not with a stranger, and yet, Mari couldn't help but picture herself, how wanton and degenerate she must be, fingers sliding into her wet gash in public, horny and needy and-.
"Fuck it." Mari said, and leaned back against Regar, feeling what she expected pressing against her back. Needy and insistent and growing, she could feel the beat of his heartsblood against her back. "My name's Mari by the way. And, uhm, maybe we can find some other way to pay off that tab."
