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"As long as you can control your mind, you can control your body, as long as you can control your body, you can control your destiny."

That is what Konrad has always been told by his father while he was growing up. His father was a soldier in the Gilnean army, back in the day during the wars with the orcs, and so the corporal values of the saying were quite a fitting philosophy for a man of such a calling, and while he himself was not a soldier, he was a fighter nonetheless, and all he had was hard-won. He knew in his guts that he was destined for greatness that he could achieve if he just fought harder.

Konrad ducked as the large, furred fist flew towards his face!

He dodged just in time, as he felt the muscled arm swing by his ears. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, he jabbed his opponent in the ribs with a quick strike of his fist.

A guttural roar that followed was evidence enough that his blow struck true and hard. Konrad smiled as he leapt back, before his adversary could return the blow.

They stood apart now, both men clenching their fists and standing at the ready waiting for the right second to strike. The pandaren was grinding his teeth in a threatening snarl, clearly the jab to the ribs was not an appreciated gesture. But he should have been glad the rules of the fighting ring forbade Konrad from using his claws and teeth, otherwise he would have dispatched the bear long ago.

The torches and lamps were the only things providing light, as dim as it was, in these early hours. Other fighters sometimes struggled with the lack of light, but not him. His eyes were sharp and always on the target. However, he was not sure if his adversary could say the same, seeing as he held one eye closed after the blow that he received He would probably have a black eye the next day...

Luo, the pandaren, was clearly done with playing it aggressively and decided to switch his tactics. Now he waited there like a fortress, on guard, waiting for the worgen to strike first. This fight has been dragging on for some time now, but the crowd didn't seem to mind. The two fighters were similar in age, both young and in their prime, and seemingly in skill as well, as every blow dealt was repaid in due. The pandaren was not an elegant fighter, neither of them were for that matter, but he was strong like a bull and had the endurance to match his size. Konrad knew that he himself was not only strong and fit, but that he was also agile, and what he lacked in endurance he more than made up in stamina. He knew that if he put his mind to it, there was nothing he could not do!

The worgen dashed forward, he would attempt a feint, hopefully the black and white mountain of muscle would fall for it and make a mistake, leaving an opening that Konrad could exploit.

But no such luck.

Luo saw it coming, and the worgen's fist flew past the bear's face, barely touching his fur. And just as he was about to lose balance and fall forward from the unsuccessful dash, a massive fist found Konrad's stomach.

"An eye for an eye." The pandaren must have been thinking.

The large paw almost sent the worgen flying, as he stumbled and fell, his back landing on the wet cobblestone beneath him. It rained just a few hours ago, it was sheer luck that the loose mob didn't decide to postpone the whole event. Nevertheless, now he was on the filthy street ground, his back covered by all the mud made fresh by the rain, surrounded by a crowd of a few dozen spectators who were all on the edge of their seats. Or they would be, if only there were any seats to begin with.

These fights took place every few weeks in the Cut-Throat Alley, a small hidden nook nested in the ever smog-filled Dwarven district. It was aptly named for its reputation for being a favourite spot of shady characters and not-so-legal activities. These fights could get quite nasty from time to time, even if the others broke up the fight if it started to get lethal, accidents could still happen, and the risk made this little show something the guards cracked down on.

Konrad himself visited this place a few times as a spectator, before his co-worker, now a trainer of sorts, convinced him to give the fighting a shot. And would you believe it, he was quite good at it. He won almost every match, and the crowd loved him. However, these fights were mostly for the rabble. He himself was a dockworker and Luo, his opponent was, as far as he knew, a butcher's apprentice. But he had big dreams and he knew that if he held on, he could... no, he WOULD get picked up by a patron to fight in the Brawler's Guild! Now that would be a career! He would have gold, fame, women and everything else that he deserved.

But right now, he had to put this chubby teddy bear down.

Luo wasted no time. He pounced on Konrad, who was still laying on the ground, with his right hook ready to smash in the worgen's snout.

But he was just a moment too slow.

No doubt the pandaren hoped that Konrad would yield. Most others would in his place, as that was the only way a match could end. Well, that or one of the opponents being knocked out cold. But Konrad was not like the others and he would not give up so easily.

He struggled, kicked and wiggled, wrestled to get away from the pandaren, and he almost

succeeded.

The punch that was meant for his face landed instead between his shoulder blades and pelvis instead. It was painful, and he knew he would walk like a cripple tomorrow, but he had it worse. He gritted his teeth, so that he wouldn't make a sound.

No-one could see any weakness in him.

Not one to waste the opportunity, Konrad kicked his legs back, hoping to do at least some damage as he got up, and some damage he did. He felt his feet hitting the bear's hips, maybe even the same spot as before.

Luo roared in pain and before he could recover, the worgen's dark, muscled fist found its mark.

One punch was followed by another as the crowd cheered.

"I yield!" Yelled out the young pandaren, a stream of blood running down his cheeks.

The long fight was over, leaving both of them in a sorry state. But there could only be one victor.

The crowd cheered and Konrad basked in the moment of glory. His body hurt like hell, his stomach and back the most, but he bore the pain like a champion he was.

When he was done basking in the proverbial spotlight, he walked away from the makeshift ring and into the crowd itself, the other worgen there patted him on the back and showered him with congratulations. Oh, how good it felt.

After a round of handshakes with people whose names he pretended to remember, he walked straight towards a large man with a walrus moustache, who stood in the corner, leaning against the wall, a bottle in one hand and a leather pouch in the other.

"Hope you bet on me you old fuck." Growled the tired worgen.

Russ was an old drunken bastard that spent most of his time in the tavern, and his money burned away in cards or to bets placed on the wrong horses. In his youth he used to be a fighter himself, back in the slums of Boralus, but now he trained and gave advice to Konrad, his unlikely friend. The two of them worked at the Stormwind docks where they met. They visited this place a few times before Ross convinced the worgen to jump in the ring himself, that he would be good at it. And the old-timer was right, Konrad did have a talent for it.

"You can be glad you won, you little shit." Replied Russ. "That bear had you by the balls a few times."

Both of them started chuckling as the old Kul Tiran threw a small pouch of gold into his protégé's hands.

"And don't spend it all at once you hear me!"

"I don't have holes in my pockets like you do Russ. Hah. Anyway, have you seen the way I knocked out tha---"

"Hey." A rough voice came from behind and the two men turned to find out who it belonged to.

To their surprise it was Luo. His lip was still bleeding, a red line of blood was running down his chin and soaking into the white fur of his face. His left eye was closed, and it was slowly starting to go puffy. The butcher's apprentice was still holding the side of his belly that the worgen hit twice, or maybe even more times during the match.

Konrad couldn't stand the sight of it. He himself has received his share of blows from the pandaren, and he wasn't moping around like a baby.

"Yeah? What do you want?" He asked, annoyance dripping from his voice.

Luo had a smile on his face as he outstretched his right hand for a shake. "Congratulations, you did great."

Konrad eyed him up and down before turning away to Russ, as if the pandaren wasn't even there. He really didn't have time for this.

"Yeah, whatever, go lick your wounds elsewhere." Was all the worgen had to say.

Russ, who was used to Konrad's nature sighed and shook his head. He heard the pandaren turn and leave without a word.

"How to make enemies and lose friends, eh Konny?"

"Ah, shut up. I am here to make some money and a name for myself, not to make pals with the locals. And don't call me that, you know I hate it."

"Whatever you say Konny..."

On his way out of the alley he passed a few of the other competitors and their 'teams'. Team was a strong word, since the way it usually worked was that the groups formed by race and usually stuck together in cliques around 'their' fighters. Dwarves with dwarves, night elves with night elves, humans with humans and so on. He himself didn't much care about hanging out with other worgen, besides all the praise he got. Not here anyway.

As he walked, he even passed by Luo, who was standing with four or five other pandaren in a corner. He looked all of them over. They were laughing as if their guy didn't just lose a match. This 'It's about the race, not the goal' attitude they had as a people kind of annoyed him.

Just a few years ago, you would hardly find a single one of them in Eastern Kingdoms, but now they were slowly seeping from their continent, setting up show here in Stormwind. He didn't care one way or another.

Just as he was leaving, a new pair of fighters entered the ring, or so he assumed by the noise. He didn't care to watch, his body was trashed, and he wanted a bed like nothing else in the world right now, so he headed straight towards his house near the docks.

Even at night Stormwind was full of life and ruckus.

Priests moped around the Cathedral district in their white and gold robes. Sanctimonious hypocrites all of them. Young couples rutted in the parks, playfully pretending that it is about more than just getting their rock's off. Town guard paraded around in shining armour, turning blind eye to the thieves, whores and smugglers that skulked in dark corners of the back alleys.

And the army, bah! Just yesterday he stumbled onto some green-eyed worgen in leather uniform that sulked about like a lost pup. Was it so much to ask, that the army wasn't filled with incompetent morons who would most likely get killed by the first enemy they encounter.

Scum all of them to the last one, and yet all of them were quick to jump up and lecture HIM about morals and proper behaviour. He never had it easy, and he didn't own anything to anyone.

As he walked through the streets, he did his best to evade most of the puddles that were left after the rainfall. No need to get his paws all wet. He was not fussy about things like these, but a morning dew in the grass was something quite different from the street swill that was made liquid by the rain.

Normally he would have his boots on, had it been daylight and he walked around in his human form as was proper and polite. It was inconvenient more than anything, he didn't care about the disapproving stares, even from other worgen, but had he been in his better form all of the time, he would have to deal with the constant pestering from over-sensitive morons.

"You are scaring my children! My goat is afraid of you! You smell like a wet dog so keep out of my shop! You almost stepped on me!"

But during the late and early hours, like now, it was more practical to walk about as a worgen, to discourage any would-be robbers, or other troublemakers...

The fresh, salty smell of the sea soon enveloped him as he neared his home that stood in a line of buildings right between the graveyard and the docks. The building was old and homely, and definitely a better shelter than whatever he would be able to afford with his meagre pay.

The creaking oaken door opened, letting him inside the humble, but not impoverished house, and just as he stepped inside, small arms wrapped themselves around his waist.

"By the Light! I was afraid something happened to you!" Said the pale-faced woman who was now almost crying into his grey fur. Her tight embrace squeezing all the paining muscles, making him clench his jaws from the sheer pain.

"You were out fighting again weren't you Konny!" She said looking up at his face, her brown eyes tearing up.

Marie was a young woman from Stormwind who took him in after she found him sleeping on the streets in a drunken stupor. This act of kindness, as unwise and ill-advised as it was, led to them becoming unlikely friends, and then maybe something more. She was also the only person that he didn't mind calling him 'Konny'.

Konrad suspected that there was a practical side to her kindness, as a man like him in the house kept away undesirable suitors and other lowlifes who would make advances on her. After all she was pretty enough with her auburn hair and lightly freckled face, and the property did belong to her, to Konrad's displeasure. She never threatened him with the idea, but he knew that if she wanted him gone, he would be on the streets in a moment's notice.

And he disliked the thought that a woman held such power over him.

"You shouldn't worry that much, you know what I do, and you could always use more money." With that dry reply he threw the small leather pouch on the nearby table and headed to the bedroom.

"Are you wounded? Is that blood? Do you need any bandages? Sh-should I call the physician to see y---"

"NO! I am fine. Stop worrying so much. A few punches, nothing more, he didn't even draw blood." But even after all this assurance she still had the worried look in her eyes.

"You promised me that you would be more careful! Do you know how much I worry about you!"

"I am careful, the guy barely did anything to me! And besides, I won."

"Well, alright." She finally conceded, knowing well that she won't get anything more out of him.

"Look Marie, I'm sorry for making you worry, but I know that I can make it... I am just a bit tired now, I'll just sleep it off and it will be all good. Alright?"

"Alright then..."

Marie put out all the candles before both of them headed upstairs into their shared bedroom, and shared bed.

When he moved in, he slept downstairs by the fireplace, but it didn't take long before she allowed him closer and closer, until he took his liberties with her. And he has been taking his liberties with her ever since, and had he not been so tired, no doubt he would be making the bed creak just about now to make use of that thrill of victory. She allowed him to do quite a lot with her, and to her. And when she would not allow, well, there were other women around who would.

It didn't take long before the two of them drifted into sweet dreams.

---

The next day didn't turn out as Konrad imagined.

Unlike he promised, the pain didn't go away, but instead the dull pain of bruises followed almost every move he made. The pandaren's fists indeed left quite a mark and stopped him from doing any manual labour for the entire day. Thankfully today was not one of his work days, but tomorrow it would be, and he had no idea how he would move heavy cargo from and onto the ships with his body in this state.

Marie gave him an earful of 'I told you so-s' which was to be expected, and, despite his protest, chased him off to go and see a doctor. He visited that retired Fuller woman in the Cathedral District, but her only advice was for him to take a few days off. Which given his income and replaceability was out of the question.

So, he came back home with a sore body and his tail between his legs. Proverbially of course.

Marie was not happy, but after Konrad had to endure listening to her long prattling she came up with another idea.

"Wait, there is this herbalist in the Mage Quarter who I visit from time to time, he sells excellent tea, and he knows a great deal about medicine and healing. Or so he told me... I am sure that he would give you something to ease the pain if he had a look at you Konny!"

Konrad wasn't in the mood to march all the way across the city to buy some dried leaves, when he could instead just go and rest, which would probably do him more good in the long run anyway. But she was incessant, and so he had no choice but to leg it to the other end of the city.

And there he stood now, on the northern entrance to the Mage Quarters from the canals. He looked up at the large, tall gatehouse made of white stone. Purple flags that hung from the battlements playfully danced in the wind.

He walked through the stone gate until the cobblestone under his feet gave way to grass and greenery that covered most of this district. It was no surprise that those lazy night elves who slept all day, and the feeble mages living in this part would have no need to do any manual labour, like the lazy stuck-ups they were, and so cobblestones that would make the path easy for carts and wheelbarrows were apparently not necessary.

'Go in from the north, turn left the first chance you get, it will be the first house on your left side.'

Those were the instructions, and just like she said, a short distance from the gatehouse, there was an unassuming house, with a tree grooving by the door on a raised platform. The house was tall, with a purple roof like the rest, the walls were made of decorated wood and stone, and the windows with yellow glass were overgrown with the emerald leaves of ivy.

There was no sign or name of the shop, or for that matter anything that would give away that this way a shop of an herbalist. Not even flower pots outside the house.

'Smart way to get more customers. Jackass.' Konrad thought, already jaded before even entering the house. But he raised his hand and knocked on the sturdy wooden door.

A moment later he could hear footsteps followed shortly by the door slowly opening. The first second he didn't see anyone, but then he looked down to see a chubby pandaren cub with a lollipop in his mouth. The boy looked him up and down with a bored expression before starting with the forced politeness.

"Hello mister, who are you looking for?"

"Well, ugh. Some sort of herbalist or a healer. I was told he lives here. Sorry, ugh, I forgot the name."

"Uh, you mean Zhang?" The snotty brat asked.

"Yeah, yeah, something like that." Konrad was unsure if Marie mentioned a pandaren, but now that the name was fresh in his mind, it did make sense. It did sound quite pandaren.

The boy ushered him inside and led him up the stairs into a long corridor that was lined with many doors. The human-built house was filled with, to him, alien furniture and decorations. Carpets, paintings, tables, chairs, all of it clearly of pandaren origin.

"Is Zhang your dad?"

"Nah, he is just one of the other tenants like we are."

It did appear, even by the structure of the interior, that the house was not owned by one person or family but was instead a home to a small community of these pandaren. An arrangement like this was not unusual. As most races preferred to live close to their kin in this large human city.

The young boy led him through the corridor, and on their way, they passed a buxom pandaren female that walked out from one of the doors and headed downstairs. Konrad was usually not into chubbier types, but as he looked over his shoulder and saw that ass bounce as she walked, well, he would have made an exception...

And who knew? Maybe he could stop by here some time again and see where things might go.

His thoughts were interrupted when they arrived at the end of the corridor.

"Well, here it is. Bye mister," The pandaren cub knocked on the door and with that he bounced off.

Konrad used those moments to brush back his hair with his fingers and dust off his shirt and vest. Normally he didn't much care about first impressions, but as much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed all the help he could get right now. And if a bit of forced politeness and a better first impression would knock some coppers of the price, it was worth it.

The door opened, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered pandaren gazing down upon him with vibrant green eyes. His fur was black and white, just like most of his kind. On the bridge of his nose there was a scar that gave him a serious look, even if his expression at the moment was quite neutral. The black spots around his eyes were round, with small patches on his cheeks that almost resembled tears. A red bandana casually covered the top of his head, and from his chin flowed a short beard. He wore a red relaxed-looking robe-thing that reached slightly under his waist, it reminded Konrad of a bathrobe, loose trousers that ended right around his knees and a pair of wooden sandals. He was not as fat as most other pandaren, but he definitely was chubby, and by the grey hair in his fur he judged that the man was not the youngest. He had no idea how pandaren aged, but having seen both young and old, he assumed that this guy would be around forty or fifty in human years. As for himself, he just turned thirty-one this year.

Konrad would never guess that a guy with such a strong frame would be selling flowers and ointments instead of, well, anything else really. But hey, that was none of his business.

In the first moment after the bear opened his door and looked upon Konrad, a range of emotions seemed to flash in his eyes, for just a moment, before a polite smile spread on his face and the large, furred man offered his hand for a shake.

"Well, hello there. My name is Zhang Greenlance. What brings you to me?" Said the towering bear in a low voice and a strong accent.

"Hey, my, uh... girlfriend, told me you could help me with some muscle pain. Maria is her name, she told me you would know." Konrad replied while he shook the bear's hand. His grasp was strong and firm, making the worgen wonder just how much of a trouble this guy would be in a ring.

"Oh, Maria sent you, in that case come in friend." And saying that, he gestured to him inside his apartment.

The first room Konrad entered was filled with dried leaves, shelves filled with jars and cups and flower pots stacked in shelves by the window. All of this in what seemed to be a semi-living room of sorts. As there were bookshelves, a sofa and a few armchairs and all that. What was really striking about this room was the nauseating sweetness of the herbs and spices that were kept here.

"Please sit down and tell me what ails you my friend." He said, as he led him to the sitting area. He himself sat in one of the armchairs, while Konrad made himself comfortable on the sofa.

"Well, I got my stomach and my back quite hurt during a... my job. During my job at the docks. You think you can fix me up?"

"I see..." The bear replied, with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't quite trust him. "Well, I would like to examine the damage. Um, you are a worgen, right?"

"Yes, I am, and what of it? A part of him was unsure if he should question the pandaren's knowledge of him, or if he should just let it slide. Most likely he knew from Marie anyway.

"Well, If I may be as bold as to ask, would you mind taking on that form? It would help me much in figuring out the best course of action. Of course."

It did make sense to Konrad, that in his worgen shape it would be easier to get to the core of the problem, yet on the other hand, no other healer or a medic he ever visited made any fuss about the two forms.

Anyway, he would not complain about returning to his proper shape.

"Uh, sure?" He said as he stood up and started to strip off all the clothes that would otherwise get ripped apart by his transformation. His vest, shirt, pants and shoes fell aside one by one, leaving him only in a pair of shorts.

He gritted his teeth as his body started to convulse and enlarge, grey fur sprouting rapidly all over. Few moments later, he stood there in all the glory of a worgen specimen. And quite a specimen he was. Grey fur covered his entire body. He had piercing blue eyes, a handsome symmetrical face, sharp ears and a tall muscular body.

Zhang looked him up and down with a smile, before approaching him and placing his palm on the worgen's stomach. Konrad flinched a bit as the bear got a feel of his bruises.

"Not good, not good at all." He said with a worried tone in his deep voice. "But I know just what will make all this pain go away! I will brew you a tea and give you a massage that will relax those tense parts of yours. Please sit down again and wait for just a moment."

With that the pandaren stood up and disappeared into one of the attached rooms. Konrad meanwhile made himself comfortable again. Though the more he thought about it, the more he got a feeling that he knew the bear from somewhere...

Well the more likely explanation was the simple fact that these pandaren all looked the same to him anyway. So, he put it out of his mind.

The pandaren sure was taking his time, as Konrad almost fell asleep waiting for the damn tea the bear promised. It did make him wonder if this was a smart thing for Zhang to do, leave an unknown customer in his house unattended like this. If a thief knew where to find what they wanted, they could just grab it and leave. But then again, Konrad did vaguely remember the bear locking to doors behind them, and the floor they were on was quite high above the street. So maybe the pandaren had all of this under control.

Thankfully, the long wait ended as Zhang returned with a blue-painted porcelain cup. Steam rose from the dark liquid within as the bear placed it on the table in front of Konrad.

"Now, try to drink all of it as quickly as you can, in one go preferably."

The worgen picked up the warm cup and sniffed at the vapours. His snout wrinkled in disgust at the indescribably horrible smell. Konrad had no idea where to even place it. Was the smell closer a rotting mushroom, to mold, or a carcass?

One way or another he had no desire to even taste it, let alone drink it all!

"Ah, don't worry! The taste will go away soon... You want the bad stuff in you to go away, right?"

Konrad grimaced, but took a first sip.

And it was as bitter and foul as he expected. He was afraid that he would puke outright, but he held himself together. Honestly, he would probably prefer to chug down raw urine straight from the tap instead of this. But he was not about to chicken out like some spoiled child, not wanting to take his bitter medicine. So, he chugged down another sip, and another, and another. Chugging as fast as he could to get it over as fast as he could. And to his surprise, the bad taste really did go away.

Gradually, the awful taste turned into simple bitterness, then it started tasting like nothing in particular, but then, then it started to taste better and better, like strawberries and honey.

When the last drop left the cup and he licked his lips, he almost felt bad for not taking his time and savouring the herbal brew. Even the odour that still lingered around the porcelain cup smelled wonderful now!

"Hah, good man. Please follow me now..." Said Zhang as he walked away to open the door for him.

Konrad stood up, his legs a bit wobbly all of a sudden, probably from the long sitting session, and walked into the next room.

It was much smaller than the previous room, but also a bit more comfortable in a rustic way. There were no windows, so the light had to be provided by several lanterns. In the middle there was an old butchers' block turned into a massage table by the addition of a leather mattress on top. Few cabinets and shelves held decorative items such as statues and fancy stones. From the wall hung red carpets and painted scrolls. All of this was in design completely foreign to Konrad, but it was pretty nice in a snobbish sort of way.

"Please my friend, lay down on the table, on your back, we will start from the front." Instructed the bear in a calm deep voice, and the worgen did as he was told. He climbed on the leather mattress and spread himself out as comfortably as he could. A pillow would be nice, but he could do without, with just how relaxed he started to feel. The hot tea meanwhile filled his belly with warmth that slowly spread throughout his entire body in a fuzzy wave of relief.

As he was getting comfortable on the table, he saw the pandaren walk over to a brass bowl filled with clay-like substance and put in a couple of incense sticks before lighting them up. Soon a thin strip of white smoke rose from the sticks and filled the room with a sweet smell.

Konrad closed his eyes as he was slowly getting comfortable around the cheerful bear, and in a rare occasion for him, actually wanted to start a conversation, get talking and all that stuff.

"You don't really look like some glorified gardener to me Zhang. I expected some withered old hag or a decrepit grandpa when I was sent here. How did a guy like you get to this sort of job?"

His question was met with a loud, hearty laughter. "Ah well, I get this a lot really!" he replied as he opened a small jar and poured the liquid inside into his palms before rubbing them together in preparation.

"Back in the day I used to train hard in hopes of joining the Shado-Pan order, but that never came to be, instead I became one of the Yu'lon Guardians at the Temple of the Jade Serpent. During my many years there, I learned a bit from the local monks and sages. Now I am putting those bits to use here in the east."

Konrad nodded a bit, despite not understanding what any of those words meant. Meanwhile the older bear approached to stand behind his head and placed his warm paws over the worgen's shoulders and pectorals. The black palms were soaked in warm oil that seeped through the worgen's grey fur. The large, muscled arms then gently, but firmly, pressed down to start massaging those sore muscles.

The worgen let out a sigh of relief as the strong paw pads kneaded at his shoulders. The scent of the oil and the incense filled his nostrils with nauseating sweetness, while the strange, sweet taste of the tea still lingered on his taste buds.

"How come yo-Ugh!" Konrad moaned as Zhang pressed a particularly sensitive spot. "How come you are here now in this shithole of a city?"

"Well, you could say I got into some trouble with the Temple. Long story short, I no longer felt welcome. And when I was packing my things, moving here seemed exciting at the time, so 'why not' I told myself."

"Uh-huh" Replied the worgen simply, already losing interest in what the pandaren was saying. All the comforting smells and motions were making him zone out into a relaxed state, and the conversation, which he himself started, began to annoy him.

Having finished massaging the shoulders of the battered worgen, the bear slowly moved his touch down onto Konrad's chest. There he got a good feel of those well-defined pectorals. As those paws caressed his muscles, Zhang's fingers also discovered the worgen's nipples that were hidden in the shaggy grey fur. He was not sure if it was just his imagination, or if the pandaren's touch lingered there longer than it should.

Konrad was sure that had worgen been made in the image of cats instead of wolves, right now he would have been purring out of sheer pleasure and comfort that the pandaren was giving him.

He opened his eyes slightly to see Zhang bent over him like he expected, so that he could better reach the worgen's chest. The table was roughly at the same level as the bear's waist, and having his head so close to herbalists' crotch, Konrad started to sense other, more natural smells, mixing with the sweet incense. He knew that he was close to figuring out what the smell was, that there was a simple answer that he should have known immediately, but his hazy mind made even this simple task impossible. Eventually he just gave up on figuring it out and accepted the manly scent as part of the mix of odours that filled the room, and his nostrils.

Zhang eventually stepped aside and moved over to Konrad's hips, so that he could begin to examine that nasty bruise on his belly. The pandaren's large paw gently rubbed at the painful bruise, and despite all the carefulness on the bear's part, the touch caused the worgen to hiss out in pain.

"Ah, this is really nasty..." Exclaimed the older man. "Are you sure you got this from lifting crates?"

Konrad despite the hazy state he was in still had enough reason left in him to remember the excuse he made up, but not enough to remember that he should try and be tactful.

"Yea... And I don't see how that's any of your business... You fat fuck..."

Zhang gave him no response, instead he poured more of the salve onto his paws before spreading it carefully over the sore spot. But he did not stop there and began to massage Konrad's sculpted abdomen, getting a moan to escape the wolf-man's lips. The skilled fingers explored everything from the armpits, down the ribs and over the belly button and waist, where they encountered the worgen's wool short, the last article of clothing that he was still wearing.

The masseur moved again, this time to stand by his client's feet. There was a moment of hesitation, before his black claws tugged at the shorts. Then the large fingers gently grasped the waistband and started pulling them down. Inch by inch they revealed the most intimate parts of the worgen's grey-furred body.

Konrad felt his underwear disappearing and the strange sensation caused a great deal of confusion to him.

He raised his head up as much as he could, the simple motion causing his intoxicated mind to spin with a mild headache. After blinking a few times, he saw the older bear was pulling his grey shorts past his ankles. A second later they were off completely, and with one quick throw they were carelessly discarded into the corner of the smoky, dark room.

"Uh... Wh-... What the fuck? What are you doing...?" He asked, his words coming out slurred, as if he had been drinking.

"No worries, friend. The rest of you needs attention as well, and that would just get in the way." Replied Zhang with a pleasant smile, and a mischievous glint in his green eyes."

"Ehm... Ok? Sure... I guess." Was all Konrad could get out of himself before plopping his head back onto the leather mattress.

The pandaren wasted no time in exploring the newly revealed territory. His black paw pads massaged the worgen's legs, sliding into the inner thighs, a hair away from touching those plump orbs and that fuzzy sheath.

Konrad could hear the bear mumble something under his breath as those hands grasped at his legs more and more needily. Something about this entire situation started to unnerve him, but before he could begin to voice his muddled concerns, Zhang spoke out first.

"This is not good. Not good at all. I am afraid that I cannot let you return home in the state you are in. Not today anyway."

The worgen opened his mouth in protest, but he just ended up drooling and staring blankly at the large pandaren, who was now gently rubbing his patient's shins, before once again letting his head fall back onto the gentle table.

"Good boy..."Said Zhang in a low, deep voice, before letting go of the worgen's body. "Now, roll over, time to care for your back now." With that, he headed out of the room, leaving Konrad to slowly struggle in feeble attempts to change positions without falling off the oaken table.

His world was spinning, and his body felt weak and soft, but it was pleasantly burning from inside, as if filled with thousands of butterflies. It took a bit of time and struggling, but he managed to roll over eventually, laying there with his arms folded under his chin, as if he was relaxing on a beach. But this felt even better.

And to his surprise, the pain in his belly from the street fight went completely away! This was contrasted with the pain in his back that still remained, given that the herbalist didn't get to it yet. Zhang was indeed a miracle worker! Konrad was so glad he came to visit him, despite his earlier reservations.

Not long after the bear left the room, he could hear him talking with someone else through the closed doors, but he was unable to make out anything of what was being said. Despite his good canine hearing, he was unable to tell if the voices were just muffled by the brick walls, or if they were talking in a foreign language.

Soon, there was a sound of one door closing, and another one opening. The clopping sound made by the wooden sandals heralded that Zhang came back, happily humming a tune to himself.

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes. The back..."

Konrad opened his sleepy eyes to look at the pandaren, who was now in the process of untying the silk cord that was wrapped around his waist. Just as soon as the cord was untied, the bear let his red robe slide down his shoulders and onto the ground, revealing his soft, white-furred belly, and those black arms that have worked the worgen's body as if it was made from dough.

"Wh-... You startin' to feel hot in 'ere or sumfin? Asked Konrad, his words muffled by his arms.

The bear chuckled. "Oh yes, it will get hot in here."

Weird answer, but the worgen let it slide. He had his relaxing to get back to.

Zhang once again opened the jar of oil, and instead of pouring it into his palms, he instead started dripping straight from the bottle onto Konrad's back. From the nape, following the spine all the way to the two dimples above the worgen's bottom. Few drops did seem to accidentally fall on the crevice between the wolf-man's plump butt cheeks. Of course, the pandaren poured a sizable dose onto the bruise as well.

"I must say, Luo gave you quite a beating... But you certainly held no punches back, did you?"

As he spoke, the old bear began to massage Konrad's spine. Rubbing up and down from shoulder blades to hips. His touch was ever more aggressive, ever more needy.

"Yea... I guess I did... You were dere?"

"Oh, I sure was. Quite a performance. I must say that watching you two get all sweaty was a feast for the eyes, Konny."

It was strange hearing that nickname, and what the pandaren was saying made no sense to him. Well it did make perfect sense, he was fighting with Luo, so that checked out, but something about Zhang saying that didn't click right with him.

His mind was clouded, and his senses were assaulted by all the exciting smells in the room, by the taste of that tea still on his tongue, and by that firm, relentless touch of those strong, flexible fingers.

Konny was sure that he could have easily figured out what exactly bothered him straight away, in any other situation, in any other place... But right now, he couldn't figure out any of those things, and that irked him to no end. He couldn't even figure out that thing that annoyed him before. What was it that annoyed him before? And was he annoyed while he laid on his belly, or before that?

While he was distracted trying to figure those strange and confusing things that were happening, Zhang could no longer deny himself his prize.

His hands slid down the sides of the worgen's chest until his paws landed on those firm cheeks. The black-furred palms enveloped and grasped at those plump muscles. After a bit of playful fondling, he gave them a good squeeze before spreading them apart, revealing that small pink anus, just waiting to be conquered.

Meanwhile, Konny's thoughts about strange ongoing slowly faded away, as he got bored and exhausted from all that hard thinking. A distraction came when he felt a warm breeze wash over his butt.

He gasped loudly and his eyes went wide open.

A warm, hot, slick something explored his crack, before the tip of it slid past the pink orifice and deep into the worgen's asshole.

Suddenly, the haze he was in began to dissipate like snow on a summer's day, and he was becoming more and more aware of what was going on. He started to moan as the slithering invader moved inside of him, and the more he concentrated on that area that was being assaulted, he could feel other things as well.

Two rows of something hard, and a bit spiky were pressed between the cheeks of his butt. He felt that there was something furry and soft. And something cold that exhaled warm breath. Sharp claws grasped at his flesh, so sharp and eager that he was afraid they would sink into his flesh at any moment.

"Wh-... Wha-...?

Even though his mind was waking up, his body was so weak and unresponsive that it took all his strength just to look over his shoulder.

As he did so, he saw half-naked Zheng with his head plunged between the worgen's cheeks. His eyes were closed, strong arms held those buns apart, and the pandaren's muzzle was devouring Konrad's ass with almost primal hunger.

It took a moment for him to realise what was going on, what the bear was doing to him, but slowly the pieces started falling in place.

"What the fuck!" He yelled out, and tried to kick the old creep away, to free himself, and to tear that fat asshole to shreds. But with the state his body was in, all he managed to do was wriggle around a bit and softly punch the bear with his feet into the white soft belly.

Zhang rolled his eyes in annoyance and raised his head. Konrad could see how that slick tongue slid out of his pink pucker inch by inch. But even after that wet muscle left completely, the sight of a rope of saliva connecting his ass with the pandaren's lips made his stomach turn.

"Well, this is my fault, I should have expected that a worgen would require a larger dose of Stranglekelp in that brew. And maybe even more of Peacebloom... Hmm." Said the herbalist, more to himself than to his patient.

"You disgusting piece of shit! What the fuck? What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Konrad was almost wheezing with anger as he said those words.

"You asked me to fix you, and I am doing just that." Replied the bear nonchalantly.

"I asked you to help me with the pain! Not to fuck me you sick fucking asshole!"

Zhang laughed. "That may be so, but you came for help, and I know just what you need..." With that the large pandaren grabbed the worgen's legs and turned him around onto his back in one abrupt motion.

Before Konrad could even realise what just happened, the bear grabbed him by the balls so tightly that he had to hiss out in pain.

"You, Konny, are a selfish, cruel, arrogant, entitled, ungrateful hypocrite. I heard quite a lot about you from that poor girl that so adores you. And I saw how you act during those street fights. I did not plan to do anything about it, but when you so graciously appeared at my doorstep I just couldn't resist."

Konrad's jaw dropped as all of the things clicked and he remembered where he saw this piece of shit before. He was one of those furry balls of lard that were hanging out with that butcher's boy during that last street fight!

Zhang did seem to notice the recognition in the worgen's blue eyes.

"Now you remember? Well, nevermind, let's get back to it, we have the whole night ahead of us and-"

"You think you can get away with this you freak? Marie knows where I am, and she will go looking for me, and when she gets here-"

"I wouldn't be worried about that. You yourself agreed to stay the night, remember? So I told one of the boys to run over and tell the news to that 'girlfriend' of yours. We wouldn't want poor little Marie to get worried, now would we?" The pandaren exclaimed with the smuggest, most insincerely pleasant smile that Konrad ever saw.

"I. Will. Fucking. Murder. You." The worgen replied in a deadpan. "I will tear off your cock and feed it to you before I bury you in a shallow grave. You hear me!"

He hoped that the bear might reconsider out of fear, but instead it looked like the old man was trying hard no to burst out laughing.

"Well, we will see in the morning won't we Konny?"

With his right hand, Zhang still held the worgen's balls in a vice, so with his left hand, he untied the knot holding up his trousers. The cloth slid down effortlessly, leaving only the bright red bandana that was tied around the pandaren's head as the sole piece of clothing still remaining on the former guard. Konrad's eyes, unwilling as he was, followed the white fur of the belly down to the crotch, where they laid on a thick, meaty shaft that was already half-erect, and a set of heavy, black-furred balls hanging beneath it.

He knew deep inside that this was inevitable, but seeing that slowly rising cock with his own eyes filled him with dread. Had his body not been so weak at the moment, no doubt he would have dealt with that deviant already, but all he could do now was to lay there helplessly, with his intoxicated mind barely clinging to reason from the sheer force of shock alone.

"How exactly does your cock fit into this 'fixing me' bullshit you sicko? You are just making excuses to live out your fantasies, so at least be fucking honest!"

Zhang chuckled, a bit surprised. "Oh well, I admit that, despite my better judgement, I sometimes do mix business with pleasure. Guilty as charged on that one. But the fact remains that you need to be taught some valuable lessons..."

The pandaren let go of Konrad's balls, and used both hands to grab his patient's legs by the ankles instead. He brought the grey paws to his face and gave each sole a long, warm lick, before he put one of the digits into his mouth, and started to lick and suckle it. The other paw the bear snuggled against his cold snout.

The worgen grit his teeth and tried to get up, but he couldn't even raise his hands, which were now hanging down from the table's sides. The truth was, that he could hardly even clench his fists at this point. However the worst thing for Konrad was the fact that what the perverted pandaren was doing to him, was not as unpleasant as he would have wished it was. Eventually he let out a quiet, angry moan that was however not lost on the old man's ears.

Zhang, now satisfied with his little detour, eased his grip and let the canine limbs slip from his hands and lifelessly hang from the table's corner. "Now, what was I saying...? Oh, yes."

"I will teach you some things you should have learned from your daddy, but better late than never I guess."

Konrad was about to say something, he wouldn't allow this creep talk shit about his dad, but just as his lips began to part he watched as the pandaren reached down, to grab that thick meaty cock.

"Let this be a lesson in humility for you, Konny."

The worgen watched in horror and disgust as that bear began to stroke his pink shaft. It was already leaking with pre, and with every stroke the fluids soaked into those black-furred palms until the fuzzy surface couldn't take any more. He watched as that dick rose to its full length, and it stood there pointed at him, hard and threatening.

"I take it you like what you see? Wanna give it a kiss?" Said Zhang as he pressed the tip of his cock with his thumb, making the urethra open up a bit.

"If you even try to put it anywhere near me I will bite it off!

"Oh really now, well, let's see. I could take you raw, but that would not be pleasant to either of us... Hmm, I think I have a good idea."

The pandaren bent over and dived with his head into Konrad's soft crotch. He sniffed at the worgen's musky sheath and the heavy sack, before he opened his mouth and enveloped one of the fuzzy balls.

Konrad moaned as his genitals were sucked and licked, and kissed, and soon enough, despite his desperate protests, his cock started poking out, and slowly rising. And just as the first few inches came out, the bear let go of his sack and began sucking on that red canine pole.

The worgen was absolutely livid with rage. Only women could touch that! He was not one of those freaks who shagged other boys at Pig and Whistle. Oh just you wait! Once he gets his strength back, he would make this bastard rue the day he left Pandaria!

Sad thing was however, and Konrad was loath to admit it, that the pandaren knew how to use his tongue better than some of the women he had, as his full length now filled Zhang's throat, and no doubt his knot would make himself known soon enough. And it did. Just thinking about his knot as if urged it forward, and now the pandaren had two new meaty bumps to explore with his lips.

He hated it. He hated it so much. But he was close to blowing his load. His body tingled with pleasure from the massage and the applied salve, and the poisons that the bear made him drink were urging him to let go and surrender to the pleasure.

Not even the strongest of wills would be able to fight off the nearing climax.

But just as he was about to empty himself into Zhang's mouth, the pandaren opened his mouth and retreated from the twitching member.

Konrad whined in frustration, something which must have pleased that old pervert very much.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Not yet Konny, not yet. You have to earn that." Said the bear in his deep voice before licking his lips. He then turned around and picked up a bottle that smelled of alcohol and took a large sip. This break from any touch left the buildup in Konrad's member to slowly die down.

Zhang put down after quenching some of his thirst, and returned to his position between the worgen's legs. He pulled Konrad's crotch closer to his own, before he grabbed both of their dicks with one hand. Seeing them so close together, he could see that he had the pandaren beat in length, but the bear was definitely girthier.

He expected that Zhang would just start rubbing their shafts together, but he couldn't be that lucky. Instead with the free arm reached out and grabbed Konrad by the fur on his nape, raised him up and pulled him over. The pain was indeed gone from his body, but that was little solace as the strong bear now bent him over like a fish hook, and he saw the two cocks nearing his face.

The two tips pointed at him, and the pungent, masculine scent of those two sweaty, furry men mingled as it invaded his nostrils and grew stronger the closer he got. He tried to struggle, to resist, but a painful squeeze forced his mouth open, and Zhang wasted not a second.

His eyes were watering from the strain put on his jaws, as they tried to accommodate the two massive cocks that were tearing his face apart. If he tried to bite down, or didn't hold his jaws open wide enough, he would no doubt do severe harm not only to his tormentor, but also to himself.

Admittedly he got a small degree of pleasure as his own twitching member laid directly on his long tongue, but it was eclipsed entirely by the discomfort and humiliation he was being put through.

Just as he was starting to get comfortable with the large amount of meat in his mouth, the hand that held him by the nape pushed him further down on the two shafts.

There was no way he could possibly fit both of their cocks into his mouth at the same time, but Zhang was quite clearly doing his best to get as close to that as he could. He started to relentlessly bob the worgen's head up and down their sloppy cocks. Sometimes his pole got deeper down the throat, other times the worgen's. One way or the other, Konrad's mouth was filled with saliva and precum, which dripped down the corners of his mouth in great volume. He could not even brace himself with his arms that were now weak and useless, so his head was left to be used like a toy.

"Ahhh..." The pandaren moaned. "If only those temple boys were as agile as you..."

The worgen could feel that the rubbing was slowly getting him close again, and if he had to judge from expressions, the bear was getting close too. And while the idea of all that cum erupting in his mouth horrified him, it would hopefully mean that all of this torture would be finally over.

But just as he braced himself for the worst, the grip on his nape disappeared and he fell on his back again, his slimy cock landing on his belly with a plop.

Oh no. This was not the end. Zhang denied both of them their climax and that could only mean this would go on for longer.

Konrad was tired.

He was a fighter, but he clearly lost this fight. And while he was not the most polite guy under the two moons, he didn't think he deserved this treatment. Instead of cum he was forced to swallow his pride.

"I give up... Please... Stop... Please just let me go home... I promise I will apologise to Luo if that is the reason for this. Just let me go..."

The pandaren's green eyes showed surprise, and then disappointment.

"You haven't learned a damn thing, have you?" He said coldly, and Konrad's heart sank. "But you are right, time to wrap this up."

The wolf-man's ears perked up. Was the bear really putting an end to this?

"Though, I have to say that apologising to Luo sounds like a nice idea... I will keep that in mind."

Zhang walked off, and for a moment it looked like he was going to retrieve his clothes, to get dressed, and they might put this affair behind them. But no. The former guardsman instead opened one of the wooden closets and pulled out a small porcelain cup. He poured from it into his palm a few pinches of what looked like some sort of white dust, before he approached Konrad's head.

Without giving the worgen any time to react, the large pandaren slapped his palm onto Konrad's face. Those black paw pads rubbed the white powder into his nose and onto his lips. He couldn't do anything but to breathe it in, and as he did, the powder burned in his nostrils, and the sensation spread throughout his body. It burned like coals, but it also made him feel as if he had been dropped into an icy lake at the same time.

In the corner of his eye he saw that Zhang was snuffing the remaining powder from his palm, shaking a bit from a similar reaction.

But then the effects started to kick in.

All the tiredness, all the stress, all his problems disappeared as if stones were dropped from his shoulders. As his worries vanished, Konny was left rather confused as to why he was worried in the first place. He wasn't quite sure why he even was here, and a lot of other details seemed quite blurred. But he was relaxing on a comfortable mattress, there was a sweet smell all around, his body was all tingly, his knees were held pressed to his chest, and that Zhang guy was now kissing his butt again. It all seemed just fine.

The worgen moaned as that slick tongue probed his ass for the second time. Or was it first? Or third? No matter, his own tongue lolled out of his maw as he panted and whined, until the bear decided that there was enough foreplay.

"You like this?" asked the pandaren before he gave the dazed pup's asscheek a quick slap, making him almost howl.

"Yeah..."

Zhang smiled and hoisted the worgen's legs over his shoulders, and pointed his painfully hard shaft at the soft entrance glistering with saliva. Slowly but firmly he pressed forward.

Konny hissed as the head of that bear's cock stretched out his virgin asshole. He never felt anything like it. The head was followed by that girthy shaft that slid inch by inch deeper and deeper. It did take a bit of fighting on the pandaren's part, given that the untrained worgen clenched hard in response to that unfamiliar sensation, but eventually he got the entire thing inside all the way to the root, and his black balls touched the grey ass.

Zhang looked over that sculpted body that lay on the table with a self-satisfied smile, before he grabbed the worgen by the hips and pulled out almost all the way before slamming the entire length back inside. Konny could barely yowl in response before the shaft pulled out again, and then was shoved back in. In and out, in and out faster and harder each time.

Some of his strength returned to the worgen, and he used it right away to grip the old butcher's block under him with his claws as hard as he could. The pandaren was assaulting his hole with such force that he didn't even have a moment to decide if it was more painful or pleasurable. But it definitely was new, and his body was clearly excited, if that red veiny shaft that slapped between his and the bear's chubby belly like a pendulum was anything to go by.

The pounding slowed down into more sensual strokes, and Konny looked at Zhang, with a silly, dopey smile.

"You love this?" asked the pandaren, and sharply thrusted in for emphasis.

Did he? Yeah, probably, it was pretty exciting. And he never felt like this before! So probably he would have to say-

"Oh, yes!"

This made the old pandaren smile mischievously. His emerald eyes sparkled with youthful vigor and his fangs shined like pearls.

"No that won't do Konny. I want a full answer."

"Yes I love it!" blurted the worgen out breathlessly. And it did seem to satisfy Zhang, as he slowly picked up the pace and resumed the ruthless fucking.

By now he started to get used to that cock pistoning in and out of him. It still was still a lot to take, but the way that girth pressed at his insides in such wonderful ways brought him so much pleasure, the likes of which he never experienced before. And the way that stiff member filled him up was so new to him. Every time Zhang pulled back, Konny felt so empty and almost cold, that he just yearned for that thing to fill him up again.

The pandaren growled as he sped up, humping the worgen as if they were young virmen in the heights of their heat. He was getting close, and he felt that the pup under him was reaching his limit as well. Yeah, it really was time to wrap things up.

"You want your reward Konny? The old bear asked, huffing.

Konny wasn't quite sure what the black and white bear meant. But he liked gifts, he liked getting stuff. He liked to win. So he must like rewards. Right?

"Yeah... I want a reward..." Replied the young worgen. A bit sluggish, but a full answer like the bear would have wanted.

Indeed the pandaren smiled at him and, without relenting in the furious pounding, he let go of the worgen's left side and grabbed his canine dick instead. The wolf-man gasped at the touch that enveloped his twitching manhood, and he gasped even harder as that strong paw began to stroke and squeeze that massive knot.

He would have screamed as he reached his climax, if the sheer might of it didn't force him to clench his teeth and throw his head back. His claws scratched at that oak block beneath him so hard, that small wooden shavings started falling to the ground.

But most of all, his cock started shooting one thick rope of cum after another with impressive force. First jet reached his neck. The second jet reached over his head and he could hear bits of it splattering on the floor. The third hit him in the eye. Few more followed, but Konny no longer cared about them as he was riding out his orgasm, and something else.

Zhang watched the incredibly hot display without blinking, and without stopping his motions. Seeing that beautiful grey body of the former street fighter covered from bellybutton to ears in his own thick pearly cum was a sight worthy of the Emperor's eyes.

The sight of it, and the way the orgasming worgen clenched around his cock brought him over the edge as well, and he began to shoot his potent load deep into Konny's guts with almost a feral growl.

The moment lasted for a long while as the two sweaty men tried to catch their breath from that exhausting, but oh so pleasant endeavour. Eventually, Zhang pulled out his softening cock from that abused hole, that he so ruthlessly wrecked and now left gaping open. Not a second later his own spunk started leaking out in copious amounts, the worgen's insides simply not being able to contain it all.

The pandaren admired his handiwork for a moment before he turned his attention back to Konny, who was now laying there like a ragdoll in the blissful aftermath. To think that this jaded guy who thought that he was the centre of the cosmos just a few hours ago, was now filled to brim with cum, made him proud like nothing else. The skills he used to hone in Dawn's Blossom didn't seem to get rusty. He still had it in him!

The bear pulled him closer to himself and bent over so that he could be face to face with the spent worgen.

"You enjoyed this."

Konny felt that this was not a question, but he nodded anyway just to be sure. Whatever happened just now, he did enjoy it.

"You don't want this to end."

The idea that this could end didn't even cross his mind, but it felt good, so why would he want the good thing to end? He shook his head in response.

"I know what is best for you."

Konny was not sure. But the pandaren appeared wise, and he did make him feel good. So he must have known what was best for him.

"You are mine."

Before Konny could even process what he heard, Zhang moved forward and locked their muzzles into a deep kiss, and the worgen allowed it to happen without a fight.

Their tongues danced together in that cage of sharp fangs as Konny reciprocated the passionate embrace. He hugged the bear's neck and pressed him closer, while his legs embraced that chubby waist.

He had no idea what was going on, but it all felt good.

It all felt right.

Eventually however, they had to let go of each other, and end the passionate make out that left them both breathless.

Konny was just relaxing with a rather silly expression, while Zhang was grinning like a small cub. And why wouldn't he?

He just made himself a new toy.

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The sun rays reflected off the white stones of Stormwind City's Trade District. The blue rooftops as if merged with the clear sky. The birds chirped, and not even the rancid canals could be smelled all that well in here.

It has been almost two weeks since that eventful afternoon when he visited Master Zhang for the first time, and ever since then, he felt so much better.

Konny was in a much better mood than he was before and so he tried to be friendlier, more positive, and less cynical. He worked harder at the docks than ever. Not just in hope of better pay or promotion, but also to work on his already stunning figure, like Master Zhang advised. This new-found diligence was not lost on poor old Russ, who thanks to it lost his source of income in the form of bets that he placed on him in the ring.

Master Zhang convinced Konny to leave that nasty business behind, and to forget about his dreams of fame and bright future in the arena. Something that Marie was incredibly thankful for.

Marie...

He tried to spend time with her, now more than ever before, and just like Master Zhang instructed him, he stopped pining for other girls. The pandaren told him that a man like him should only ever give himself to one woman only. And in the same breath he also added, and stressed, that the same rule obviously did not apply to men.

Ah, men...

He never would have guessed that he had this side and desire in him, and he was so grateful that Master Zhang revealed it to him, and showed him just how much joy and pleasure there could be in copulation with other men. So many ways to achieve bliss. So many ways to enjoy his body.

Konny barely remembered anything from that fateful night. His memory was blurry and there were moments he couldn't recall at all. But he remembered how Master Zhang caressed his body and showed him his affection in the most physical way possible. Sometimes, there were moments where he felt as if something was not right, but how could something so good be wrong?

When he woke in the early morning of the next day, he was in the pandaren's large bed, and Master Zhang's soft and spent cock rested on the bridge of his canine nose. He used the opportunity to show his own affection by waking the handsome, strong bear in the most pleasant of ways. And there was no doubt that Master Zhang was awake while he moaned as his virile seed flowed down the worgen's eager throat.

If he didn't have to hurry off to the docks, he would no doubt spend the entire morning in that cozy bedroom. But that was alright. In the past two weeks he visited Master Zheng four more times, and two of those times he spent the night.

Marie was a bit confused by the way he befriended the older pandaren, but she was glad that he was making friends that have such a positive effect on him. Surely a wise man like Zhang Greenlance could only be a good influence on him. And so what if they drank a bit too much sometimes and he spent the night there?

Well, they did indeed drink together. Master Zhang always made him a good tea and served him some cookies with powdered sugar on top. And sometimes the pandaren gave his shoulders a good rub after he went there straight from work and tired.

Konny bought a bottle of Dalaran wine at Gallina's, and some Darnassian cheese from Ben Trias just as he was instructed by Master Zhang. Pandaren did not generally like wine, but the sentiment is what matters, the bear told him. And now he stood on the street, leaning against the cold, stone wall of the slaughterhouse, waiting for the steel doors to open.

The slaughterhouse stood right next to Sharpshear's barber shop. In fact, some of the children believed, and were spreading rumors that the gnome was murdering his customers and was then sending the corpses to the slaughterhouse next door, where they baked pies out of them. Silly kids would believe anything these days.

But finally, the door opened, and the butcher's apprentice walked out.

Konny waved at him with a pleasant smile.

Master Zhang urged him to apologise for his unfriendly and unsportsman-like behaviour. But he also commended him for coming up with the idea of apologizing on his own. They practiced the apology together the last time he visited, and it left him quite exhausted. But he would make Master Zhang proud, and make it up to Luo, no matter how long, or how hard it would be. He would do whatever it took.

The pandaren urged him to practice discipline when they wrestled in bed, so that he would remain calm and in control of such a situation, and he tried his best to keep his mind on the target as he approached the confused young bear.

Konny remembered that his father used to say something about self-control. But he couldn't quite recall how it went.