The Tavern

Since the deal with the fox king Maximus had happened two months ago, infos were traded regularly between the prince of the polar bears and the king of the foxes. The newest info he got via letter from the vulpine told of a village north of the foxes kingdom, between the mountains and a forest, which was quite cold and remote place, with a tavern that took in everyone, bandits, warriors, and even vikings, at least that's what Maximus wants Gunnarr to test.

When the small group of vikings came near the village, it sparked panic at the gates, but Eamon shouted “Don't worry, we are not here to attack, we heard your tavern takes everyone. Ain't that right?”

At first hesitating one of the guards shouted back “We take everyone, that is right, but you will not attack?”

“No we won't, we just want food and rest and then head home.”

They still didn't know if they should trust the massive war bears, but they never refused entry to anyone, so eventually, they opened the gates letting the thirty or so bears into the village.

“I must thank you, now where is that tavern? We are starving.”

Intimidated by Eamons size, the fox took a few steps back before answering. “It’s down the main road you will see it, you can't miss it”

With a smile Eamon said his goodbyes and the bears walked to the tavern, the heavy steel boots they wore left deep imprints in the earth they walked on, stunning some of the guards. Everyone knew how heavy ursines could get, but to see it first hand was something else. It didn't take the group long until they found the tavern, it was larger than they first thought, but of course, every bear had to duck under the door to fit through -  the smallest of the ursines was, after all, 2.8 meters tall.

The tavern got real quiet after they noticed the bears, but once they saw none were attacking, they all kept talking eating or drinking. The room was stuffed with wolves, hyenas and lizards, and it looked like what Maximus had claimed was true, the bar was full of bandits. Eamon quickly pushed past Gunnarr, which earned him a dirty look.

“What? I am hungry!” Eamon commented, and quickly reached the tavern owner where he ordered a huge plate for himself.

With a sigh, Gunnarr signaled to everyone that they were free to go eat and drink as well, which they all did. Of course a place like this not only offered food and drink but plenty of sex too, and Gunnarr saw a hyena thrusting into a fox on one of the tables while another fox was literally face fucked by a wolf that clearly had knotted the foxes mouth. The distress in the vulpines eyes was something nice to see, he sometimes dealt with wolves himself, and he liked the knots they had, and the painful cries when they ripped them out. Of course, some wolves found themselves under Gunnarrs paws, but he could appreciate them nonetheless. He sat down on a groaning bench and called for someone to serve him, causing a young and slightly chubby fox to run over to him quickly.

“Sir, what can I get ya?”

“Mead, something to eat and a fox to tend to my feet.”

“Uhm, certainly sir!”

The vulpine server quickly ran back to what Gunnarr thought was the owner to bring over the message, he didn't look happy but barked some orders to the kitchen and then took hold of the young fox and gave him some orders as well. The young vulpine didn't look happy, but then turned around and walked back to the polar bear prince.

“I am going to tend to your feet, sir.”

With a grin Gunnarr pulled out twenty gold coins, some had blood on them but they were still gold coins and a lot of them, he gave them the vulpine then leaned back to relax. The small male climbed under the table to tend to the great bear, but then, he saw the heavy steel boots, the underside was caked in dried blood.

“Don't worry about that. They are long gone, now cater to my feet.”

With shaking hands, the fox slowly opened the leather strings that held the boots shut and freed the massive feet of the bear. They were slightly damp as if the owner had walked on them a great deal, but they looked clean. Unlike the boots, they had no mud or blood on them, and with a bit of hesitation he finally began to lick and massage the huge paws. With a groan Gunnarr relaxed where he sat, he loved the feel of a far to small tongue licking all over his giant feet, the same feet with which he had killed hundreds or even thousands already.

It didn't take too long until his food and drink were delivered, and while he sat there and began to chow down, he looked around to see what his men and the other man in the tavern where up to. The first thing he noticed was that nearly all waiters where foxes, with the occasional other species in between, and another thing he took note of was that apparently all waiters were also available to use or abuse. Two wolves where fucking some cat, one in his mouth the other up the ass, it was clear the cat wasnt happy but no one stepped in or tried to stop it. This brought a grin to the huge bear, a tavern after his taste… well maybe a bit too little stomping and crushing but still very nice.

“Hey kid, I am awfully pent up and really need something to breed, say where can I find something in my size?”

The fox stopped the licking but kept massaging. “Uhm, we don't have anyone in your size here, sir.”

“Is that so? And someone who isn’t my size but is alright with losing his guts?”

“Oh… I don't think anyone would be up to that, sir.”

With a loud roar Gunnarr silenced everyone in the room. “Listen everyone, I need someone to fuck, 50 gold coins for the brave soul who lets me ruin him.” 

The tavern owner suddenly spoke up, too. “We have a strict no killing rule here, sir.”
 
“Who says I will? I am merely offering a fuck for some serious coins.” 

The old fox kept looking at the bear suspiciously, then, with a finger indicated the ursine to come to him.

Gunnarr just shoved the small fox still tending to his paws away and walked over to the vulpine. “Listen I know what your kind does to people like us, so I offer you a deal. You can ask someone to sacrifice themselves, but under one condition: You leave 1000 gold coins here for the family of the poor guy, if he dies the money is gone, if he survives you get 950 coins back.”

With a grumble Gunnarr said, “Fine, I accept.” Then he turned around and shouted again “The offer still stands!”

A stuffy silence spread around the room, then the talking, fucking, eating and drinking continued. At first, no one spoke up or came to the waiting ursine, so Gunnarr walked back to his bench and sat back down, the little fox not moving from under the table and just continued his previous job.

Then, a small, brown and white furred weasel slowly but directly walked to the table Gunnarr sat at. When he reached the table he tried to climb up onto one of the larger chairs, it looked comical, like a small child trying to sit on an adult-sized chair.

Gunnarr regarded the smaller male who now sat near him, he looked suspiciously… inconspicuous, as if he tried to not be noticed, but you only noticed that if you really looked at him. He wore a light-colored shirt, with brown pants and a light brown woolen coat, and it took a little while but eventually the small mammal spoke up.

“A - Are you serious… you know? With the money I mean and stuff…”

“Quite serious, but are you? Look at the size difference between us.”

Indeed he took in the immense size difference again, he was merely one third the size, but he needed the money….

“Yea - I mean I think so…”

“So not so sure? But still my offer stands.”

“Is there some kind of guarantee? Like that I make it?”

“No, but there is one for your family, they get the body and a thousand gold.”

“I… I don't think I want my spouse or kids to see my body…”

“Heh, well I can always take you out back and make sure your body can't be recognized anymore from the ground. What's your name, weasel?”

“Winston, sir… and, and i'm doing this only because they really need the money to be clear.”

The massive war bear only laughed. “I don't really care why you do it, I only care that you are tight and warm and I can fuck you.” 

After a bit of hesitation and maybe because he was so young and naive, he said “Okay fine. I accept.” And held out his small hand. With a fat grin, Gunnarr took it in his colossal one and shook it, then he stood up and walked over to the owner to let him know and to arrange the gold. The owner called over Winston too and send the bear back to his place, after the small male signed some papers he walked back over to Gunnarr.

The ursine stood up again, this time to unfasten his metal armor and to drop his metal and leather kilt, he had no other undergarments for the lower body and presented his full package to everyone that wanted to take a look. It was still flaccid, but some already gasped at the size, the black skin of his penis was a stark contrast to everything else covered in white. The weasel now saw what he had to deal with and had to rethink it all again, but at the same time he was sure there was no way out, he signed the papers and the bear already paid.

“Don't just stand there, make it hard!”

Came the command, and with a silent squeak he dropped below the table where the young fox was still sitting. Gunnarr sat back down and ushered the fox away with some weak kicks, spreading his massive thighs he let the weasel have at it. When he felt the small licks he growled his approval, it was a lot to work over, and the size difference became all too apparent now for everyone who watched, but Gunnarr had smaller -  it just never ended well for them.

The small male almost looked comical between such enormous legs, and his tiny head tried to please a far larger head - one covered with foreskin, thick and stretchy.  The tiny pink flesh of his tongue flicked against wrinkled black skin, a pleasant sight for the bear and some patrons of the bar, it didn't take long for all the work to leave an effect, letting the bear meat swell, grow thicker and longer with in seconds, until it reached its massive size, bringing forth a barrage of whimpers from the smaller male.

“You wanted it, I paid for it. No turning back”

Gunnarr could just hold and lift the weasel with a single hand, that brought laughter and heckling from a few of the other males around, many of Gunnarrs own man were not really impressed seeing or doing something like that regularly.

Meanwhile, a small group of patrons had collected loosely around the table, and most of them were staring openly at the little drama that was unfolding before their eyes. Of course, everyone present hat heard of the exploits the Vikings conducted in their raids, and many had, more or less secretly, wished to be present at one of these raids - not in the role of victims, of course, but as spectators. What was happening here was, in a way, a chance to watch a bear at work - in an environment as safe as it possibly could be.
“Hey, Winston, you sure about this? He’s fatter than your bicep, you know…” Came from a wolf who was leaning against the wall, holding a half-full tankard of ale.
“Hah, now I know why you never wanted to play with me… I only offered you 25 gold for a romp. On the other hand, I had not ruined you… not that much, anyway,” laughed a hyena, and openly caressed the bulge in his pants.
“Ya think he’s hard enough by now? I don’t think he’s going to pay you if he can’t get into that tight ass of yours, weasel,” a rough-looking buck taunted, his lips curled into a sneer.

The fox behind the bar had watched all of this with a rather tight expression. He had run “The Last Resort” for many years now with a strict “No killing on the premises” policy, but also had stoically accepted anyone in here… and any fetish and kink as well. The combination of both had earned him and his pub a spot on the map, and had been a source of good, if not excellent business. Now, that bear had introduced a new element into the equation, and he wasn’t yet sure if he liked it or not.
“You know, we have rooms, too.” He shouted over the din in the room, but the reaction wasn’t what he expected.
“What, send them away? Now when it gets juicy? Come on, Jost, this is the best entertainment we had in here in years. Let him fuck that little weasel here,” the hyena responded, and many of the other patrons nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, I wanna know if he really can ram that club of his into Winston,” the buck amended, and grinned evilly. “Who know, I might find a thousand gold in my pockets, too, and maybe buy someone to ride my spear to the hilt as well.”
Laughter ensued, and the wolf patted the buck’s shoulder. “There are not that many mice in here, friend, so you have to get lucky twice to do what he is planning.. Find someone small enough, and get a boner.”

“See they all enjoy it, so let me have my fun,” Gunnarr said, and with an eyeroll Jost returned to his work and Gunnarr to his, clearing the table of everything that wasn’t weasel. He shoved the small male onto his back on the beer-stained surface, then, to provide a show for the audience, climbed atop the table as well. It groaned in protest, but like many of the bears victims it couldn’t do anything about it.

He held the smaller males legs, one in each hand, then pulled him towards his erect maleness, pressing it against the entrance.

“WAIT, NO LUBE?”

“No lube, never,” came the reply, then the force against Winston’s hole increased, slowly and steadily. With a new sense of panic he began to struggle a bit, but that only brought laughter from the other patrons, and more ridicule.

Finally finding a good position, with him on his knees, and his paws hanging off the edge, Gunnarr could use more pressure and force to pull the smaller male onto his erection, he towered over the other male, his muscle packed body really put the fear into the weasel, who knew there was no escape, no mercy, and nothing but torture to come.

“Holy shit… the bears really gonna do it…” came a whisper from the wolf nearby, “FUCK YEAH” came the shout from the stag, and the hyena began to chant, “Push! Push! Push!”. Soon, the other patrons chimed in, and in no time at all, it seemed as if the whole pub was shouting, cheering Gunnarr on to force his shaft into the unfortunate weasel.

At first there was only a whimper, then slowly more panicked squeaks, and finally a loud painfilled *SQUEAAAAAAAL* when the tightly stretched skin finally ripped and spread over the way too fat pole. Just using his strength, Gunnarr pulled the small male more and more towards him, stretching and spreading everything on his insides that stood in the way.

“There we go, see? Wasn't that hard, and you feel delightful,” came the taunts from the war bear. Winston, on the other hand was wailing and had to watch as that massive shaft slowly, oh so slowly sunk into him, every millimeter bringing more pain. Sometimes Gunnarr pulled harder, sometimes softer, with the wailing getting louder or quieter in turn. Finally, with a deep lustfull laughter, Gunnarr stopped pulling, while Winston slowly opened his tear filled eyes, and saw the fat bulge near his belly, a good two thirds of the black shaft was still outside the weasel. 

“There we go, reached the limit, could go over maybe. Let's see how it goes.”

At first, the weasel thought the bear talked to him, but saw that he instead talked to the wolf and hyena instead. Then without even looking at his victim, he began to lazyly pound into him.
Winston had to bite his fist or he would had just screamed his pain to the world, while Gunnarr just rammed his dick into the small being and slowly pulled it out again while doing small talk with anyone who wanted to talk. If anyone would have walked into the tavern at that moment,  they wouldn’t quite be able to understand what was going on at first, so surreal was the scene.
Winston, on the other hand, was only able to claw at the table whenever the pain became too much to bear.

“Hey there, don't go and destroy the nice man’s tables now,” scolded Gunnarr as if he was a father to the small man.

“Say, big man,” purred the hyena, who was now standing quite close to the unequal pair, unashamedly poking his nose into the space between Gunnarr and Winston, “Are you going to get that rest of yours inside him or not?”
He looked up with that manic grin that only hyenas really could display.
“I’m not the type to complain, but you did pay to kill him, didn’t you? And that little fuck is still far too happy for my tastes, just letting you know, you know?” There was a manic chuckle that followed this statement, and with that, the hyena sat down at the table as if he wanted to get served dinner. “I hope you don’t mind,” he chuckled, while undoing his pants, “If I fap to what you’re doing there? Cause it’s the hottest fucking show I’ve seen in years.” Seconds later, there was the rhythmic sound of a hand sliding up and down a cock, and the hyena began to pant, his eyes still fixed to the spot where Gunnarr’s shaft vanished into the torn ring of the weasel.

“You know? I think he's right, I mean you got this far so why not?” came from the wolf.

“Heh, maybe he doesn't want to lose the 950 gold” quipped the buck.

“Aw, look how nice they are to you, don't you wanna say thank you to them?” This came from Gunnarr, who had listened to the banter and found it quite amusing.

“FUCK YOU ALL!” Spat the small weasel, but that only brought laughter from everyone else since he was the only one getting fucked right now.

“How about we let everyone vote? It would be fair don't you think?” Gunnarr grinned

“YEAH YEAH YEAH” came the chants of the guests, so Gunnarr ROARED to silence them down, then he asked “Who is for keeping him alive?” Winston's hand shot up first, then slowly another rose, when Gunnarr looked to see who it was he just said, “Seriously Eamon?”

The other fat bear just laughed a bit and said “Yes I am serious” 

A few other guests were raising their paws as well, for their taste this went too far, they didn't come to a tavern to see how a bear rips a weasel apart with his dick, but that was it, no one else wanted to help out the poor unfortunate being. 

“Any one for me just shoving my dick all the way in to this little bitch?” 
This time, there was a far greater number of paws rising, with only a few not voting at all.

“It's decided then. Winston…. I’m going to show you what it means to get fucked up by a Viking.”

Slowly pulling out until only his huge tip was inside the wrecked and bloody asshole, he then, with a fat shit eating grin, rammed it straight back in until he bottomed out and reached the physical limit of Winston’s tunnel.Another pathetic pain-laden SQUEAK was the only thing Winston could do in this situation, his eyes rolled back into his skull, and his body painfully shuddered under the constant barrage of heavy brutal thrusts.

The pain became unbearable for the little weasel and it didn't look like Gunnarr would stop anytime soon, it was clear he took joy in this, lots and lots of joy, every forwards motion was done with the grace of a bulldozer and with the force of a jackhammer, and he still held back a lot.

Pre cum and blood mixed to a sort of lube, it let Gunnarr slide in even easier and let him use a bit more force without going too deep. After a while, all the mixed juices began to get fucked out of the ripped hole, and then replaced with even more inside, and for the smaller male, this all just added to the touture. It felt like Gunnarr was pissing pre into him, and when ever there was a new wound, the saltry liquid would cover it right away making it burn even more.

Meanwhile, the spectators had closed in, and were watching the proceedings with rapt attention. 
“Shit,” the wolf cursed, his gaze on the pink splattered fur of the bear, “He’s really giving it to him hard…”
“Yeeeah, just look at the bulge. It’s only a third of his length, and already the little shit looks like he’s preggers or something… but only when he’s in,” added the hyena with an open-mawed grin. The buck, however, didn’t say anything - instead, he had undone his belt, and was now openly jacking his own erection, long, with a narrow tip, but a much wider base. It looked more like a spike than a ram, but it was an impressive instrument in it’s own right.
Suddenly, he looked up, his gaze settled on Gunnarr’s face. “He’s still intact, isn’t he. You’re holding back, big guy… “

With a grin Gunnarr said, “Course i'm holding back, we don't want to end the show too early now, do we?”

For Winston, all those comments slowly formed a picture in his head that he didn't like at all, his head swam with pain but he just had to try and take a look, he didn't see much of the ursines dick, maybe most of it was already inside him? But from all those comments… it couldn’t be all inside yet.

Every thrust brought with it painful cramps that seemed to take over all of his lower body, he tried to look again he wanted to know how much more bear there is to take, but this time Gunnarr noticed it.

“What is it that you are so curious about?” the ursine chuckled before continuing “Is it that you wonder how much you already took? Or do you question how much more you have to take?” with one brutal thrust he made the weasel fall back, then leaned in until his nose touched the one from the smaller male, “Or do you want to know how much I am enjoying this?”

Winston shivered. The bear’s grin told him all that he needed to know, there was plenty more that he would be getting, and from the pain that erupted deep in his belly with each of the vikings thrusts, he knew perfectly well there was no space left inside him.
“Yes,” Gunnarr growled, “You understand.” He raised his head for a moment, his hips halting at the peak of the next thrust. “If you wanna watch, watch now. I’m done playing games here, I need to blow my load now.”
Winston swallowed dry, and watched the bear bend over him again, the larger male’s eyes boring into him. “Please..” the weasel murmured, “Stop…”
“No.”
And with that, Gunnarr closed his hands, using his full strength for the first time, squeezing meat and muscles, and making the bones in the weasel’s legs creak under the strain. He needed a much tighter grip for what he was about to do, use his superior strength and weight to force his shaft through the natural barriers inside his toy, and to do it slowly, piercing the weasel bit by bit.

For a second, nothing seemed to happen, but then, Winston's head snapped back, and he screamed out once more, the pain inside him blossoming up again as Gunnarr’s shaft leaned against his intestinal walls, slowly and inexorably stretching them further, tightening them until there was no give left to give, no more tissue to stretch and straighten. 
Then, the tearing began, the unforgiving length progressing without ever slowing down, ripping tissue apart with cruel slowness, digging deeper millimeter by millimeter, each minuscule progress causing another lance of pain to pierce Winston’s mind. 
The weasel screamed and screamed, tossing and turning on top of the table, desperately trying to escape, but the bear’s grip was immovable, inescapable… and so, the fat pole inside him progressed, rendering him apart, until, with an unsurpassed explosion of pain, it moved forward with sudden finality, having finally ripped through the weasel’s guts.

“Pop goes the weasel,” the hyena commented, having watched the bulge under Winston’s fur jump up abruptly, and while the wolf nodded sagely, the buck got up, and aimed his erection at the weasel, showering the smaller fur with a stream of hot, liquid cum, the display having triggered the cervines climax.

Now having a free tunnel to hammer into, Gunnarr used much more force than necessary just so he could ram in more and more of his massive shaft, most of the lower intestines where ripped apart and whatever organs that were lucky enough to not be destroyed, now got savagely crushed and smushed, for poor little Winston that meant pain beyond any believe, and for Gunnarr that meant pleasure that only a few could experience. 

The patrons who hadn’t cum so far where now furiously jerking off, everyone wanted to see how full a bear could pump a weasel, and soon they all had that question answered.

With a beastly ROAR Gunnarr rammed home one last time and just flooded the smaller males body, his cock head somewhere deep within the chest, the weak frantically beating heart trying its best to keep working despite being squished and surrounded by ungodly amounts of cum. To most people's surprise, poor little Winston was still alive, his ragged gurgly breath interrupted by a wad of pink cum just leaking out his open mouth. And then the swelling began. All that cum that didn't escape out the front pooled into the lower body, swelling the belly to a size larger than a female in the late stages of pregnancy, bringing forth a round of laughter and surprise by the onlookers, and while Gunnarr was still firing off into his fur condom, he could feel the heart getting weaker and weaker until it finally stopped, signaling the end of little Winston.

A sigh went through the patrons who were watching, they all had heard the roar of the bear, and seen the body of the weasel swelling up and falling still shortly after. There was no doubt, the viking hat just fucked Winston to death, and he had enjoyed it immensely.
Many of the watchers had finished as well, spilling their lust onto the sawdust-covered floor of the inn, and in some cases, into the bodies of willing or paid companions. The wolf and the hyena, however, were still holding their erections, dripping wet with precum and hard as nails, in their hands, even after Gunnarr had finished.
“That was quite the show,” commented the wolf, and the hyena nodded. “Yeeah, you bucked him right into hell, stupid little fucker that he was.”
“Do you mind if we follow you outside?” The wolf looked at Gunnarr with a toothy grin. “You did say you’d make sure no one would ever recognize him again, didn’t you… and we know, by now, that you mean what you say.”
“Yep. Everybody knows about the vikings and their paws by now anyway. No need to hide it… not from us, at least.”

Catching his breath a bit, Gunnarr laughed. “Ain't the two of you awfully curious,” then, with a grin, he pulled out of the dead weasel. Pinkish white cum began to flow out now that the one thing from keeping it inside wasn't there anymore, and that would be a mess to clean up for the staff, not Gunnarr, and so he didn't care. Dragging Winston by the tail he walked outside, closely followed by the wolf and hyena, where he walked to the next gutter and threw the body into the muddy ground there.

“Well normally I want to make it last a bit, but it’s not so much fun with a dead victim, so I think I will just stomp him flat.” 

Stepping onto the small male with both feet, he covered the weasel from the feet to the neck, and even just stepping on top of him made the body crack and crunch, but no bone actually broke. Gunnarr started a steady rhythm, like a machine, his legs rose and fell, making the flesh and bones conform to him and not the DNA they were designed by. It didn't take that long until the first of many bones began to break, an arm or leg, then some of the ribs in quick succession. 

The muddy ground brought some protection for the body, making sure it didn't break too quick, which was fine for all the living or partaking beings. Since the hole under the weasel’s tail was ripped open, some of the nearly intact or shredded organs were slowly squeezed out, then the whole chest collapsed with a loud crescendo of snaps and crunches, and the arms lost all their protection in the process and where quickly turned to mush as well.

The legs proved to be more sturdy than Gunnarr thought, but after a few full on stomps there wasn't much left to crunch. He loved the sounds and the vibrations he felt when ever a bone splintered under his huge feet, and soon all that was left was an intact head, decapitated from the body it once belonged to by the sheer force of the bears stomps.

Taking a deep breath Gunnarr stepped off his most recent victim. What was left was barely recognizable as a former living being, it resembled more something like minced meat, and didn’t look at all like the small weasel it once had been. Gunnarr sat his huge paw attop the head, and then lifted his other foot, standing on one leg to let gravity do all the work, and the skull collapsed, squirting blood and brain matter a good distance. With a satisfied sigh the ursine turned to his two onlookers.

“Well, is this what you imagined?”

In truth, the answer was obvious enough, both the wolf and the hyena’s cock dripping with white liquid, and sizable puddles of the stuff spread out before their own paws. Still, both grinned at Gunnarr happily. “It was better than what I had expected, phew,” commented the wolf, his ears folding back for a moment before coming back up. “I sure won’t accept a thousand gold from you any time soon, that is for sure..”
“Ahh, nonsense,” quipped the hyena, “How else would you be able to buy a plaything for yourself?”
“If I take his money, I end up in a pile of mush like the greasy weasel over there. How should I spend it then?”
“Oh, yeah. You have a point there. Anyway! Yeah! That was fucking great. I think I should really try this myself sometimes…. “
“And where would you get the money from?”
“Who said I would pay?”

The two kept talking back and forth like that for a while and didn't even notice that Gunnarr just walked back into the tavern. Jost gave him a weird kind of look, like the “I hope you don't make anymore trouble but god damn that was a good show” kinda look, and so the polar just went back to the table he sat at before. The air still smelled like blood and cum, and his fur was a right mess, he needed a bath but first he needed a drink, and while he enjoyed his new mead the two onlookers came back into the tavern, the sat not too far from Gunnarr so he could listen to some of their conversations. It was mostly talk about planning something with some victims soon, and then some talk about hiring someone.

“You know mercenaries right?°

“Course I do, why?”

The hyena leaned forwards and then just said “Bear”. With his manic grin, he leaned back and let the magic words do their work in the wolf’s head. At first he didn't quite understand but then, he had to grin right back, if they hired a bear they could not only get such a show on a regular basis, they could partake as well.

“Maybe I have a bad influence,” chuckled Gunnarr to himself, then he walked back to the table Jost sat at and said “Hey, I need a bath. You got somewhere where I can wash this off?” 

“Sure I got that, and I make sure the money goes to his family, oh and another thing... you made me think…” he had that look again then said “I’m installing some new rules… killing is allowed if we make it the same deal as with you and Winston. Money up front, only volunteers, a contract where the money goes to, and they have to get rid of the body similar to what you have been doing, or pay me extra to do it for them. Also, I get 5 percent of the total sum that’s being paid.”

That brought a smile to the bears face, it’s nice to think that he helped make this a much better and happier place for all… all except those that get fucked to death of course.

Within a week, Maximus will receive his letter, letting him know that the rumors are true and that some new rules were implemented recently. That should make the king happy, like always when he got news from the vikings.

The End