CH13: Smacking Tail

Azizi went into a shop, leaving me alone with Hati under the scrutiny of roaming packs of wolfmen, herds of anthro sheep, horses, cows, and goats. Worse, the smells drove me up one of the nice stone-laid walls. The citizens of Guild town outside the dungeon preferred the buildings to be tall, sturdy, and well-insulated. Most of the people wore clothes for the most part. A horse down in his luck walked through town naked with an almost human face.

That was something I was having trouble with; some of the people had wolf ears at most, and they were rich. I held tightly onto that hypothesis until it was disproven by a big bastard of a horseman dressed to the nines with human-looking beast Kin around him.

"You look confused," Hati said.

"Oh, are you playing nice now?" I asked.

"Azizi loves using her pheromones to get her way. I think she gets a kick out of it." Hati said.

"So no one is coming to steal my weapon," I said.

That made me feel bad about wrapping double helix in tape. No one glanced at the taped-up spear after I wrapped enough tape around her head to cover a war hammer. The odds were good; people thought I had a hammer instead of a spear.

"Sheeple are horrible gossips. I think they're worse than old hens and teenage bunny girls put together. Fun fact they have two uteruses." Hati said and wiggled his white eyebrows. "They stayed most quiet while I was there, but since we left, word has spread. You noticed you weren't searched. I did that because I was a wolf on the edge. They didn't want to chance me lashing out at them." Hati said.

I nodded; that would make sense if I wasn't sure it had more to do with the sweet scent and some good old-fashioned dominance bullshit. If Hati wanted to make excuses and try and bury it under the rug and frame it as doing me a solid, then who was I to hurt his pride.

"So it had nothing to do with Azizi being in heat," I said.

Hati snorted and tapped his nose. "I can tell you have a weak sense of smell. You're like someone who specialized in charisma and did away with your animal form. I'm surprised you could smell Azizi at all."

I was certain he was covering his ass, but a little more info was a good trade for giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"So, what's the deal with that?" I asked.

"The deal, you could call it a pact if you want. Some make deals with the dungeon in exchange for doubling a certain stat. For instance, we must target the banshee queen on the third floor in exchange for greater stat gains but worse drops. Others would lose access to the increase of certain stats for one." Hati said.

I heard the wind whistle and raised my hand to catch a heavy sack filled with coins. "Don't let a cut-purse snatch that, or you'll return to the room until morning," Azizi said.

"What if I don't want to go?"

"Then I'll beat your ass and rape you into submission." Azizi got into my face and growled. "You think you're tough because you have a good weapon. I'll show you why I'm the boss right now." Azizi said.

I liked her smell. The odd sensation of her scent was messing with my head. Being the leader wasn't important here; I had much to learn, and taking over would be more of a headache. I needed to make friends, not toss my dick into the fire.

Unfortunately, backing down wasn't an option. I was stronger, smarter, and full of piss and vinegar. A boss monster lost to me. These scrubs were half dead from a few undead. Worse, I could feel Azizi's very firm breasts press into my chest, and I didn't move. She had touched up her makeup with a little eye shadow making her blue eyes pop. The longer I stared, the more humanizing touches I noticed.

She wasn't wearing her mismatched armor leaving only a silk shirt between my mail and her breasts. Increased perception let me get a sense of the softness of her breasts even through my armor.

My mind wasn't my own, so I made my move.

I reached out and smacked her ass, and pulled her closer to me. She pulled her mace from behind her back, and I caught her arm before she could land a blow.

"I don't know a thing about your leadership; get back to me after a few missions."

"I thought you were a real man." I patted her unarmored shoulder. She grunted and stared at my gauntlets. "We'll talk about this at the tavern; don't lose your gold," Azizi said.