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“You’re easily the dumbest paladin I’ve ever met. Why your god or priest or whatever chose you to represent them I’ll never understand,” Rohan said. He was pretty sure they’d walked past these same trees at least twice before.
“Shut up, bard,” Josuke said. “At least I can use my divine direction to find a way out of these woods. The only thing you can do is sing a song about how lost we are.”
“And whose fault is that? I wasn’t the one who decided to attack that roc and got us blown away to who knows where. And who knows where the rest of our party is?”
“I’ll find a way out, okay? We’ll find the others.”
At the rate they were going, Rohan greatly doubted that. He couldn’t care less about the barbarian, Okuyasu, but he was really starting to miss the wizard, Koichi. At least he had a brain.
There was rustling in the trees up ahead, and Rohan froze. “Did you hear that?”
Josuke drew his broadsword. “No worries. I can take care of it.”
“Don’t you think—”
Josuke ran at the bush, preparing to swing, but stopped halfway through the arcing motion. “What the—?”
Rohan jogged to catch up.
A lopsided, handmade stall had appeared in the dense foliage and behind the dilapidated counter was a wizened old crone. “Potions for sale,” she wheezed. “You look like you need a good potion, dearies. Maybe a love potion—”
“Gross,” Josuke said.
“Absolutely not,” Rohan added.
“Protection then? Oh, I know, how about a finding-your-way potion? That’s a popular seller in these woods.”
“Done,” Josuke said as he slapped three gold coins on the counter.
The crone gave him a small vial with a blood red liquid inside.
“Shouldn’t we—”
Before Rohan could finish his sentence, Josuke gulped down the liquid.
“That was… surprisingly thick.”
The woman cackled insanely before disappearing in a clap of noise and a puff of smoke.
Rohan placed his hands on his hips and gave Josuke his worst look. “Please tell me you didn’t just drink some weird potion a woman in the woods gave you.”
“You heard her. It’s a find-your-way potion. Now we won’t be lost.”
“The fact that she told you that right before cackling and disappearing didn’t raise any red flags for you?”
“Do you want to find the others or not?”
“You’re hopeless. Fine. Let’s keep going.”
After several more hours and several hundred more insults, the two were still very much lost in the woods. Josuke finally sat down and took off his helmet. He felt uncomfortably warm and even more lost than before.
Rohan stood in front of him, arms folded across his chest. “Where to next, fearless leader?”
Josuke sighed heavily. “Some of us are wearing actual armor, not a leather tunic. Or lack thereof. I need a rest.”
Rohan adjusted his leather chest piece that served as his tunic. He was fond of it, as well as the matching pants. “I’m a bard. I don’t need armor.”
Josuke leaned back. “Yeah, well, some of us like wearing clothes,” he muttered.
His armor felt uncomfortably tight, like he was trapped, and his skin was so sweaty it felt like it was crawling. He didn’t feel like himself and, while he’d never admit Rohan was right, he was beginning to think the crone had given him something to make him sick, not to find his way. His body ached and he wanted to sleep.
Rohan was about to tell him off again, but the sound of a snapped branch echoed from up ahead.
“With any luck that’ll be another hag selling antidotes for the first potion you so stupidly drank.” Rohan took a few steps closer, and a goblin jumped out onto the path.
He jumped out of the way just in time, taking several steps closer to Josuke. “You’re the warrier—”
“Paladin,” Josuke corrected. “I’m on a quest for God.”
“Whatever! Do something!”
Josuke sighed and got up slowly. Everything hurt. He drew his broadsword and almost immediately dropped it. When did it get so heavy? He swung it at the goblin clumsily, but it easily dodged. “Where’s your instrument, bard? Sing me something to spur me on!”
“The roc blew me away from my lute. All I have with me is—” he pulled a triangle from his back pocket—“this!”
“Make it work!” Josuke yelled as he swung again.
Rohan attempted to sing a song of strength and bravery while accompanying himself on the triangle.
Two more goblins appeared to help the first, and Josuke swung his sword in a wide arc to try and hit at least one of them. They all jumped out of the way with little effort.
“It’s not working!” Josuke snapped.
“I’m doing the best I can. Fight better!”
Josuke growled in frustration. He felt a strange pulling sensation as if some strong force were yanking him, followed by a squeezing pressure that made his head feel tight. He closed his eyes against the pressure, felt a sudden pop, followed by an enormous sense of relief. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was behind the goblins, several feet away from where he had been seconds before.
Disoriented, Josuke completely forgot to swing his blade. The goblins turned quickly, caught sight of Josuke and jumped back.
“They got nothin’,” the first goblin said. “It’s just a bard and his attack dog.” The goblins started moving back into the trees.
“Hey! Who are you calling a dog?”
“They’re gone, blockhead. Just give it a rest.” Rohan put his triangle away and went over to the paladin.
Josuke really didn’t look well. He was as white as a sheet, sweating profusely, and looked on the verge of collapse.
“We should follow them,” Rohan said. “Maybe there’s a tavern or inn close by that we can rest at.”
Shockingly, Josuke didn’t argue. He nodded silently and followed Rohan through the woods, after the goblins. Josuke sounded like an entire battalion stumbling through the woods, but that might have come in handy since no one attacked them as they moved.
After a long walk, they left the tree line to find a small inn along a dirt road. “Let’s see if they have a room for the night.”
Josuke remained silent as Rohan talked to the innkeeper. He felt terrible. He hadn’t been sick in a long time, and he felt like he was burning inside of his armor. He didn’t hear a word the woman said, but she handed a key to Rohan, and Josuke followed after him.
“They had a room with two beds left, so I got that one. It took almost all of my gold, so you better not waste any more of yours on useless potions.”
Josuke didn’t bother to reply as he followed Rohan up to the second floor.
As soon as they got to their room, Josuke started clawing at his armor. He needed it off now. His body felt weird and wrong and trapped, as if his limbs were now too long and his torso too thick.
Rohan watched him, refusing to worry about him. He’d never seen the paladin this pale and sweaty before. He looked beyond not well. He sighed. While he strongly disliked the paladin, he knew their mutual friend, the wizard Koichi, would want him to take care of the idiot in his absence.
“Stop squirming,” he said in his most annoyed voice. He took off Josuke’s armor as quickly as he could. There was just so much of it. “You may make fun of my leather tunic, but at least it doesn’t take a year for me to undress. Although this does work as an amazing chastity belt to stay pure for your god. I doubt anyone would be willing to dig through this just to fuck you.”
Rohan waited for the counter insult, but Josuke remained still and silent. Rohan unhooked his chest plate and glanced into his face.
A slightly disgusted, slightly pained expression was on Josuke’s face. His eyes stared into the middle distance.
“Out with it. Where’s the joke about having me undress you? Although most wouldn’t be so lucky.”
Josuke didn’t reply. He was deep in concentration.
“You must be on death’s door if you’re thinking. Hold on. I’m almost done.”
With Rohan so close, Josuke could smell him, and the problem was that he smelled… amazing. The scent of leather hung around him heavily, which was good enough on its own, but then there was some sort of hidden, spicy smell he couldn’t decide was an aftershave or Rohan’s natural musk. Worst of all was that even his sweat smelled good. It smelled like salt and damp earth and the woods they’d just been running through, and there was something very… Rohan about it. Josuke tried to fight the urge to enjoy the scent. Even more disturbing was the fact that he wanted to taste Rohan.
That was a thought Josuke swore he’d take to the grave.
Rohan took off the last bit of armor and clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Looks like we have another quest.”
At the word ‘quest’ Josuke snapped to attention again. “Huh?”
“I told you drinking an unidentified potion from a hag was insanely stupid. Now we have to find you an antidote.”
“What do you mean? I mean, yeah, I feel sick, but I can tough it out.”
“You’re as idiotic as you are unobservant. Or have you always been covered in fur?”
“Huh?” Josuke looked down quickly. Rohan had gotten off all of his armor, so he was in nothing but his thin tunic and breeches. His underclothes were covered in sweat, and fur stuck out of the loosely woven material. The back of his hands were also covered in thick tan fur.
Josuke stripped off his shirt quickly. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Rohan was right. He was covered in fur and needed to find an antidote. But that was another sentence he would never say out loud. Instead of admitting that Rohan was right, he said, “I guess that explains why I’m so hot and itchy.”
Rohan raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? That’s all you have to say about that?”
“My body doesn’t feel quite right either.” His limbs felt longer than they should have been, and his head felt heavier.
“And on that disturbing note, I’m going to bed.” He went to the bed next to the window and laid down on top of it. “We’ll find something to help your furry situation tomorrow. But it’s too bad we’ll never find a potion to fix your stupidity.”
Josuke ignored him as he moved to the mirror above the washbasin. He didn’t look right. His normally soft face seemed more angular than usual, his muscles stood out more, and his limbs seemed longer and lankier. Not to mention the short coarse fur that covered most of his body, and the long, silken tufts on his elbows.
His whole body ached horribly, too. He tried to stretch out the sore spots, but they only ended up hurting more. He learned further forward to inspect his face when he noticed his spine. It stuck out and was clearly visible under his skin. He felt the back of his neck carefully and rubbed each vertebra as his fingers slid off of them. It hurt, but the light touch made him feel better. It was sort of like rubbing a sore muscle, but gentler and more… pleasant.
Shit. Was he petting himself? Why did it feel so nice? It would probably feel even better if someone else pet him. Josuke was practically drooling at the idea of getting pet, and his thoughts drifted almost unwillingly to Rohan. After all, he was currently the only other one here.
He felt an odd pulling that turned into a squeezing. He felt a pressure in his head, a soft popping feeling, and then relief, just like he had with the goblin in the woods earlier that day.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Josuke blinked, realizing that instead of looking at his own eyes in the mirror, he was staring into Rohan’s startling green ones. He was on all fours above the bard, his face inches away. “How did I get here?”
“Why are you asking me? You’re the one in my bed. So get out.”
Josuke scrambled off of him, and Rohan looked even more annoyed.
“And go clean up. You have dirt on your nose.”
Trembling, but doing his best to hide it from Rohan, he walked back over to the washbasin. There was a large black smudge on his nose. He hadn’t remembered that being there seconds ago. He dipped his fingers into the water and started rubbing at it. It wouldn’t come off. If anything, it was getting worse. The texture was weird, too. It was rough and bumpy and… cold. He leaned in close.
It was a dog nose. What exactly was he changing into?
He closed his eyes. He itched like crazy and, while everything ached, his fingers, toes, and mouth hurt the most. Unable to stop himself from scratching any longer, he started itching his ears. At first it hurt; his nails seemed sharp and rough, but the more he itched, the better it felt. He relaxed into his touch as he scratched and rubbed his ears.
It took him several minutes to realize they now felt furry, long, and flat in his hands. Of course, it was hard to think of anything with the warm, pleasant feeling of an ear rub fogging his mind. Slowly, he opened his eyes and caught sight of himself in the mirror.
His heartbeat quickened.
In addition to the tan fur, which had gotten thicker and completely covered his torso, he had long, sharp claws sprouting at the end of each finger, and his ears were long and pointed. His eyes widened in horror at his own reflection. Something glinted in his mouth, and he opened it a little wider to inspect sharp, dangerous looking teeth.
He still felt sick and more scared than he was willing to admit.
He felt the pressure in his head again, the pulling, a squeezing, and a pop. He was straddling Rohan’s body again.
Rohan opened his eyes. “Would you stop… what’s happening to you?”
“I don’t know,” Josuke said. It came out as a whine, and he hated himself for it.
“Are you… are you turning into a blink dog?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“It would make sense since you’re such a goody-two-shoes. You couldn’t have turned into a displacer beast or something like that. At least tentacles would have made you more interesting. Now get off me and go to sleep. I’ll take you for a walk in the morning.”
He shoved Josuke back, and the paladin fell off the bed, landing on his butt with a yelp. He rubbed his tailbone a few times and stopped abruptly.
His spine was sticking out.
He rubbed it again when it started to ache, and pleasure shot through his body. Pain mixed with the pleasure as he felt a stretching and pulling sensation along his spine. He fingered the tuft of hair that started to grow, and the pain increased as his tail started to grow. He continued to rub and felt himself start to get hard.
He stopped suddenly and stood up quickly. He went back to the mirror and took his pants off as quickly as he could. He looked at himself naked and realized he was more monster than man. He was completely covered in thick fur, his feet and hands were more like paws, and even the shape of his head was starting to squish in on itself to form a pointed snout.
It hurt but also felt strangely… pleasant. He felt heat building in the pit of his stomach as his erection got larger.
His senses were going crazy, too. His ears twitched as the inn creaked and groaned around him, and he felt so sensitive that he could feel air currents moving with each shift in his posture. But most of all, his sense of smell was overwhelming, and Rohan’s scent filled the room.
Worst of all, he smelled even more delicious than he had earlier. He was desperate for a taste. Josuke was equally disgusted and aroused by the thought.
He felt the pressure, pull, squeeze, pop, and relief, and the scent of leather and Rohan surrounded him. He was over Rohan again, but this time he was further down his body. His nose was inches away from Rohan’s crotch, and so many different smells radiated from that spot. Josuke’s dog brain took over. He had to smell all of them.
He pushed his nose into the soft area of Rohan’s anatomy and breathed deeply.
Rohan jolted in surprise as the cold, wet nose pressed harder against his pants.
Josuke sniffed loudly and, as he followed different scents, he rubbed and shifted Rohan’s genitals in chaotic, unpredictable ways.
There was a reason Rohan wore tight fitting leather without undergarments, and the soft, worn material pressed against him in such provocative ways he almost forgot Josuke was the one causing it.
He looked up at the beast above him. There was no doubt that the massive, muscular creature was a blink dog, but there was something infuriatingly Josuke about the look on its face. He put a hand on the monster’s massive blockhead and tried to push him away. “Cut it out right now, or I won’t help you find the antidote.”
In response, Josuke placed his front paws on Rohan’s hips and lightly pawed at his pants.
Was the asshole trying to undress him?
When that proved useless, Josuke pressed his cold nose against Rohan’s bare stomach.
Rohan couldn’t help gasping as he got less forceful at trying to get the beast off of him. He felt Josuke’s warm breath on him followed by sharp teeth lightly pressing into his skin. The teeth brushed against the hollow of his hip and hooked on the waistband on his pants.
The bastard was trying to undress him.
Rohan tried to bat the large head away again, but that only seemed to make Josuke more determined as the teeth pressed harder against Rohan’s delicate flesh. As much as he refused to admit it, Rohan was curious to see what Josuke would do next. He tried to discreetly help the blink dog pull his pants down. He didn’t know how much of Josuke was left in the monster’s head, but he hoped the idiot wouldn’t realize he was helping him in any way.
If he did realize it, he didn’t let on.
As soon as there was a gap big enough to shove his nose in, Josuke took it. He pushed the leather out of the way as quickly as he could before finding what he was looking for. The source of the amazing smells. Much like he had with Rohan’s pants still on, Josuke plunged his nose into the sensitive area, sniffing aggressively and rubbing his nose against the other man.
Rohan gave a strangled cry and gripped the mattress. The last thing he wanted was to be aroused by anything Josuke did, but he was losing the battle with his body as the cold nose and hot breath explored his genitals.
Rohan felt a warm, wet tongue against his cock and gave a needy little thrust at the stimulus. Nothing Josuke did had any right to feel that good. Yet, the long flexible tongue licked him again, curling around him and finding spots he often forgot he had. His leather pants were only part of the way down and, as his erection grew, his head pressed against the material. For a sickening moment, Rohan couldn’t decide if his favorite leather trousers or Josuke’s tongue felt better against him.
Josuke was horrified that he was making Rohan hard, but he was even more freaked out that he was getting so hard from the smell and taste of him. His skin was soft and delicate against his incredibly sensitive tongue, and he was salty, sweet, and had such a distinctive taste that he couldn’t stop licking. The scent and taste of leather was everywhere, too, and it mingled with the spicy smell of Rohan, probably because his ridiculously tight pants cradled him closely all day. In the heat.
Josuke gave him a long lick, covering his balls and the side of his dick in one pass. The salt and remnants of Rohan’s dried sweat lingered on his tongue like a delicacy. He hated himself, but he needed more.
Josuke’s licks got faster and more aggressive. He was drooling, and the hot saliva covered the area in seconds. It was delightfully warm, and Rohan’s massive erection was straining against his pants. With another purposeful lick, Josuke freed him as his tip popped out. A spike of arousal shot through Rohan’s groin and settled in the pit of his stomach as Josuke passed that glorious tongue across his head.
No matter how hard he tried to stop it, precum started to leak out of him.
Josuke started lapping at him, immediately licking off every drop that came his way.
The repeated short, sharp licks had Rohan tensing. He tried to fight off the climax. Josuke making him come seemed like a nightmare.
Despite his tense, flinching body, he tried to get a better look at the monster getting him off. Movement caught his eye.
The bastard was wagging.
Was he really that pleased to watch Rohan get hot and bothered over a tongue bath? Or worse, was he enjoying himself?
Rohan jolted at a few rougher licks and tightened his grip on the bed. He could feel the heat and ache of the waiting orgasm in his core, but he still denied himself.
His gaze drifted from the wagging tail and saw glimpses of something even worse. Josuke was licking him so adamantly that he bobbed his head to reach every spot and, sometimes, when his head was out of the way, Rohan could see Josuke’s own massive erection. It pressed against his own stomach and was incredibly long. Rohan wondered if it was part of the transformation or if Josuke always had that massive cock. It couldn’t feel too good to have that serpent tucked in the tin can he wore everyday.
Josuke curved his tongue around Rohan’s shaft, and Rohan’s whole body jerked and went rigid. Fuck. Had he really just been thinking about Josuke’s dick? That was one part of the man Rohan had never wanted to consider he had, and yet now he was thinking about it inside of him.
He let his guard down while he battled his own thoughts, and Josuke wrapped his tongue around his head.
Rohan came with a strangled cry, and Josuke lapped up every last drop as soon as it left his body. Josuke had never tasted anything that good before. He couldn’t get enough and desperately wanted more. He continued to lick Rohan furiously, trying to milk out every last drop. Still, the cum stopped flowing far too soon for Josuke, and he was filled with disappointment and self-loathing.
Rohan spasmed and twitched under him for almost a full minute before he regained partial control of his body. He gave Josuke a shove, which wasn’t very effective considering he was still having a hard time controlling his arms.
“Get off me, you mutt!” He was out of breath but his voice didn’t lack menace.
Josuke blinked off the bed and onto the floor next to it. Now that he wasn’t surrounded by Rohan’s intoxicatingly scent, he realized how much he was aching. His balls felt so heavy, and his cock throbbed painfully as it brushed the short fur of his stomach.
He needed relief. Now.
He laid down quickly and, with his new lanky dog body, easily bent in half to lick himself. Rohan’s taste still lingered on his tongue and mingled with his own as he massaged his own genitals. His own tongue felt good and soothing against him, but it wasn’t enough. He was so incredibly painful. He whined loudly in frustration.
“Disgusting and pathetic,” Rohan said from the bed. His cheeks were still a light pink, and his body still trembled slightly.
It was rewarding to see Rohan in such a state, but Josuke had bigger things to worry about. A terrible idea formed in his head. If he couldn’t give himself the relief he needed, maybe Rohan could.
He blinked back to the bed. The more he blinked, the easier it became. He stood over Rohan.
“Don’t even—”
Josuke nudged him off the bed.
Rohan fell to the floor with a startled squeak.
Josuke blinked next to him and took advantage of his stunned state to flip him over.
Rohan snapped out of it and tried to right himself. “You twisted—”
Josuke started blinking back and forth as quickly as he could to position Rohan as quickly as possible before Rohan was able to fight back. With his lack of thumbs, he had to nudge and push and lift portions of Rohan with his head until he was in a better position.
“Quick moving so fast!” Rohan snapped as he tried to change position.
Josuke blinked back and forth until Rohan was dizzy. When Rohan was on all fours, Josuke stood over him, his front legs were just above his waist, and his hind limbs past Rohan’s feet. Then Josuke trusted forward. His hard cock prodded Rohan in the right cheek.
Rohan gave a muffled cry and tried to squirm away from him, but Josuke tightened his forearms around him so he couldn’t get away.
Josuke thrusted forward several times, ramming into him hard each time. Then he paused, readjusted, and rammed forward once again. He plunged hard and fast into Rohan’s tight hole, slamming into his prostate and rubbing his insides roughly.
Rohan fought back a scream, both from the pain and from the knowledge that Josuke was inside of him.
Unable to stop himself, Josuke started humping him like a stray dog. After every aggressive thrust, Rohan made some sort of noise—a gasp, a squeak, a sharp cry—and Josuke’s ears twitched in excitement at every last one of them.
Even better, though, was the way Rohan clenched around him. He was already so tight, and when he got tighter he rubbed Josuke’s throbbing cock so perfectly, stimulating every tense, needy nerve in the organ. He hated how well he fit inside of Rohan, and how incredibly good his insides felt. He was so warm and soft, and his prostate was so sensitive.
After every thrust, Rohan’s body would jerk under him and would spur Josuke to go faster. The friction grew and heat filled Josuke’s stomach. Then, suddenly, he exploded inside of Rohan, filling him with an inhuman amount of cum that had no room to escape.
Josuke tried not to lean on Rohan too much as his body relaxed, and he panted heavily. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time, and the fact that Rohan was to thank for it made the fur along his spine stand on end. However, his sense of relief was too all-consuming, so he’d have to face that hard truth later.
They stayed on all fours like that for several minutes while Josuke tried to find the will to pull out of Rohan.
Rohan shifted under him and gave a low groan.
Josuke’s ears twitched and shifted toward the noise. It sounded really… sexy. Josuke shifted slightly and craned his neck to get a look at Rohan.
Rohan gave another low moan. “Stop… you’re making it… move.”
His voice was so full of lust and need, that Josuke instantly tried to move farther over to see what he was talking about. Rohan moaned even louder than before.
At first, Josuke just saw that he was hard again and dripping weakly. He tried to bend even more to lick him and savor those precious drops, but when he moved, Rohan’s hand flew to his stomach.
“Stop,” he groaned again. There was a noticeable swell in his normally flat stomach. Rohan was breathing hard.
Josuke pulled out slightly so he could inspect the bump.
“You idiot-ugh!”
Josuke pressed his nose against the side of Rohan’s stomach. The bump was warm and surprisingly hard.
Rohan panted and dripped faster.
Josuke couldn’t let the fluid go to waste, so he pulled out a little farther so he could lick Rohan’s cock better.
Rohan gave a slight cry at the movement.
Josuke felt something warm leaking around his cock and realized that his cum was finally leaking out of Rohan.
Rohan moaned loudly and pressed his hand against his stomach. More leaked out, and the bump in his stomach got smaller.
Josuke pushed back inside, experimentally, and Rohan tensed before another needy noise escaped him.
“Stop. Pull out. This feels… way too good. I don’t want…” he cut himself off with another groan.
Two thoughts lit up in Josuke’s mind. The first was that Roahn was very close to climaxing a second time, and the other was how humiliated he would be if Josuke—especially Josuke in his new monster form—was the one who made him come twice in less than an hour. It was too good to pass up.
Josuke pushed his forearms tightly against Rohan, bent his massive head and, thanks to his long muzzle and even longer tongue, gave Rohan’s cock a long lick.
Rohan bucked wildly.
Josuke gave him another lick.
Rohan tensed under him, clenching even more tightly around him.
Josuke pressed his cold nose against Rohan’s warm belly before giving him another long lick.
Rohan came with a cry as he spasmed uncontrollably. He twitched and flinched long after the orgasm passed, and he started to go limp under Josuke.
Josuke wanted to stay inside of him and see if he could wring another one out of him, but his dog brain definitely wanted to lap up the delicious-smelling fluid that he’d just spilled.
The blink dog won, and Josuke pulled out.
Rohan cried out loudly as cum dribbled out of his ass and down his thighs.
The blink dog couldn’t help but lick it clean, and Rohan flinched with every pass of that glorious tongue.
Rohan couldn’t stop the whimpers that came pouring out of him as Josuke cleaned his thighs and ass. He was so incredibly sensitive that a burn of pleasure shot through him whenever Josuke touched him.
Then Josuke’s tongue slipped inside of him, lapping at his abused insides and cleaning out everything still trapped inside.
Rohan’s body tensed. He didn’t know if he was going to climax for a third time or have a heart attack. He wished for the latter. Anything to end this amazing, waking nightmare. With the last of his strength, he started to crawl away from the beast.
Josuke didn’t try to stop him from crawling back up onto the bed, but he did follow after him and continue the tongue bath.
Somehow, Rohan managed to get back up onto his bed. He felt the air crackle as Josuke blinked over him once more and started cleaning his front. Rohan didn’t have the energy to fight anymore, and his hips tilted up to meet the blink dog’s marvelous mouth on their own. He closed his eyes and let the heat of arousal fill him as the monster licked and cleaned him so perfectly.
After several long minutes the blink dog’s tongue slowed, and he carefully sniffed and inspected everything from Rohan’s stomach to his knees to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. When the beast was satisfied with his work, he turned twice on the small bed, and laid down heavily, mostly on top of Rohan.
The wind was temporarily knocked out of the bard as the massive dog settled on top of him. The excessively large head rested on his chest first, but slowly moved up until the cold nose was buried in the crook of his neck.
The beast sighed heavily, and his hot breath hit Rohan’s face. It wasn’t… unpleasant.
Slowly, Rohan brought a hand up and rested it on top of the dog’s head, giving his ears a light scratch.
He leaned into the touch and gave a whine of pleasure as Rohan continued to pet him. Soon, the blink dog was breathing slowly and evenly as it fell into a deep sleep. Rohan wasn’t too far behind.
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Rohan woke up to a knock on the door. He could hear voices on the other side of it that sounded vaguely familiar.
He was nice and warm and could feel the heat and heaviness of the blink dog on top of him. His hand was still on top of his head, and he stroked him several times; he was softer than Rohan remembered, and the body snuggled closer against him at the touch.
“Rohan? Josuke? Are you in there?”
That sounded like Koichi. Had he found them?
Rohan was exhausted and really didn’t want to get up. He opened his eyes and turned his head toward the door. “Koichi?”
“It is them!” the voice said happily on the other side of the door.
“Door’s unlocked,” the second voice muttered.
The handle turned, and the door started to open.
The body on top of Rohan groaned and shifted. “What’s going on?”
Rohan’s head snapped over at the voice. He hadn’t been petting the blink dog at all. He’d been stroking Josuke’s hair. He must have changed back overnight because, instead of cuddling a beast, Rohan was holding a very naked Josuke.
“You guys should lock your door,” Koichi said. “This inn doesn’t look like the safest place—”
He stopped talking when he and Okuyasu entered the room.
“You guys should really lock your door,” Okuyasu said when he saw them in bed together.
Josuke looked up at Rohan, a triumphant smile on his face. “See! The potion worked! We found them!”
Slowly, the expression on his face changed to one of horror when he realized he was holding Rohan tightly. Josuke tried to get out of the bed so quickly he fell off of it. The night before hadn’t been some sort of nightmare. Josuke was naked and Rohan was in nothing but his ridiculous leather half-tunic. Worst of all, Josuke could still taste salt and leather in his mouth.
“We didn’t mean to… interrupt anything,” Koichi said. “I cast a spell to try and find the two of you, and it led us here.”
“So… the potion I drank didn’t find you guys?”
“That’s the part you’re focusing on?” Rohan hissed.
“Potion?” Koichi repeated.
“Yeah. There was this hag in the woods, and I bought a find-your-way potion, and then it turned me into this monster—”
“It must have if you slept with Rohan,” the barbarian said. Then he gave his friend a shit-eating grin. “Unless you’re just using that as an excuse.”
“Gross! I wouldn’t—”
“Shut up and put some clothes on,” Rohan snapped as he tugged on his leather pants. He noticed with dismay that they were covered in dog saliva from the night before.
“We really didn’t mean to… ruin the mood or—”
“You’re not helping!” Rohan yelled at Koichi. “What happened last night should never be discussed again.”
Rohan left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
The three remaining party members stared at each other.
“I swear it was the potion,” he said. “If I wouldn’t have been cursed—”
“Keep telling yourself that, man,” Okuyasu said. “None of us are going to believe it.”
Josuke hated when Okuyasu was right. He wished he could believe himself, but there was no way he could with the delicious taste of Rohan lingering on his tongue.