[This is part 2! Read the first part here: https://onlyfans.com/1541515947/thebearwannabe ]
Urgran disrobed without his usual complaints, which considering how quiet he normally was, Gideon found it incredibly disturbing. It had been over a week since the incident when Urgran was publicly groped and stripped in front of all the patrons of that tavern, made powerless. The Orc had not spoken a word of it, and while unable to get him to talk, the wizard did what he could to ensure he had a chance to get payback. Days of back-and-forth letters, pleading, with some careful lies peppered in, gave them the chance they were looking for.
“This won’t work, Wizard.” The Orc said simply, looking down at his garments - His usual armor was gone, and replaced with a skimpy piece of fabric barely covering his crotch and not much else. His usually unruly hair was slicked back tightly, the unfamiliar smoothness making him look like a stranger- as an extra precaution a glamour spell had transformed his usually harsh, emotionless face, distorting his features so not even the Orc could recognize himself.
With his hefty body on full display, Gideon explained his plan one more time, thankfully in the privacy of a different inn room on the other side of the city. “Believe me - Torsten won’t notice. You look totally different! And I’ll be there too, but... not dressed like this.” The wizard motioned to a corner with a heap of drab-looking commoner clothes, very different from his usual intricate robes. “I’ll be right there if something happens, but you should have your window.”
The Orc grimaced, looking over at himself one more time in front of the full-length mirror. “I suppose so…”
As they walked back to the tavern where everything happened, Gideon replayed the plan again and again in his head, the wizard trying to make sure he was ready for every contingency.
Under his disguise, Urgran would work as a new server for the tavern, getting close to Torsten to have time to even the odds between them. What that exactly meant he left up to the Orc, per his request for agreeing to all this. The night felt chill as they walked, Urgran some steps ahead, covered in a large coat to keep himself from being arrested on the way there. This had to work.
They approached at last and opened the large wooden doors with a creak. The patrons inside stared at them for a moment before resuming their drinks and conversation. As Gideon moved to a distant corner to avoid being seen, ordering a drink and attempting to remain inconspicuous, Torsten gave a nod of acknowledgement of the Orc.
“ ‘bout time you made it here. The name is Krug, right? Your owner was very willing to have you earn some coin. Let’s see if you turn a profit for the both of us.”
Urgran fought back the instinct to remark but knew he had to keep quiet, his voice too recognizable, and would give away everything. He nodded, making his way to the bar and collecting drinks to dispense with customers. Torsten’s voice bellowed across the packed tavern:
“GOT SOMETHIN’ NEW FOR YA TONIGHT - THIS IS KRUG! Bet you’ve never seen a skimpy little whore Orc to server ya, huh? Don’t get too rough with ‘em!”
The patrons jeered, looking at the Orc with curiously and unease. Urgran could feel each pair of eyes looking over every part of his body, doing his best to keep a low profile and resume his work. Gideon stayed in his corner, looking up from his drink and occasionally scanning the room for any trouble.
As the Orc moved around, the energy slowly changed. Dubious looks turned into something else, and as Urgran sauntered around the bar to deliver his drinks, idle hands crept towards him, occasionally grabbing in places that made him blush. Gideon swallowed, trying his best to stay incognito at his far-off table, but quietly enjoying seeing his Orc friend showing off his best assets.
Soon enough, he could break away, heading back to the bar to collect the next batch of drinks. Torsten smiled, moving his way towards the Orc, blocking him from leaving behind the bar. “Ya know, I have another way you can earn some money for ‘yer master…” He hissed, placing a hand on Urgrans’ crotch, working his fingers under the fabric to play with his flaccid cock. “I bet he broke you nice and good to get you all dressed up like this, didn’t he? You wanna be my little whore tonight?”
Torsten’s head struck the rough-hewn bar with a sickening thud, the Orc’s powerful hand immobilizing him- the wooden surface creaked as he pressed with almost all of his might, moments away from cracking his skull. Urgran whispered into his ear; the words vibrating with menace: “You will provide me with all of your gold pieces. Now. And we’ll be even.” Torsten’s eyes bulged with rage and realization as he attempted to fight, being slammed down a second time by Orcish fury. “Otherwise, I will force your patrons to witness something much more gruesome than what you did to me.”
Leaving the tavern, they breathed in the invigorating chill, the sounds of revelry fading behind them. The wizard smiled triumphantly, heaving a sack of gold pieces the size of a large grapefruit. He wasn’t sure if this was… ethically the right thing to do, but at least they could purchase new gear and settle some debts.
Urgran spoke first, after a few moments of silence between them. “Thank you… Gideon. You helped me restore my honor today.”
The human wizard blushed, chuckling to himself to fill the silence as he tossed the bag of gold from one hand to another. “It’s.. uh, the least I can do for you. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”
The Orc stayed silent, walking ahead as they quickly darted across streets to get as much distance as possible from the tavern. “Besides, maybe we can use that look more often. It suits you.”
“…Do not push it, human.”
