"Uh, sure." Some blood rushed to Ty's cheeks. There was something about this lion's piercing green gaze...he just seemed to be aware of Ty's exact position, down to how much gold was in his pockets. "Want a seat?" He himself hopped on a stool, though he was slightly too short and his feet trailed over the floor.
The lion-man smirked and sat down beside Ty. He rested one golden-furred forearm on the table and leaned forward, giving the wizard a perfect view of his pointed, pearly teeth. "The name's Helter. I'm the leader of the mercenary company, the Golden Shields? We're camping outside of the town, though I'm not sure if you saw us."
Ty shook his head. The bartender arrived with their mugs, and he glanced over his curiously for a moment. "If you're camping outside town, why are you sitting in a tavern?" He asked curiously, tilting his head slightly.
"Call it 'perks of being a leader'. I do what I want." The lion's hand shuffled around the drinks for a moment, but he was far too dexterous and quick to really notice anything. Ty thought he glimpsed a little bottle disappearing into the mercenary's pocket, but didn't mention it. "Go on. Refills are on me, too."
Ty grinned and lifted the mug, though it was so full his hand shook slightly with the weight. "Cheers!" And with that, he lifted it to his lips, and began to drink.
The rest of the night faded away in a blur. Ty couldn't recall any details, and could barely even remember what happened beyond a few fuzzy memories. He and the lion drank, and talked, and drank, and talked. Well, perhaps Ty was doing most of the drinking... But something about that lion's smile just had him charmed. For a moment, he wasn't disappointed at all that he missed out on the brothel if he could meet such a lovely friend.
Then, they were walking out of the tavern. To the mercenary camp, maybe? He didn't really know, honestly. Ty could barely walk, and leaned heavily on the lion. Even then, though, he wasn't too focused on where they were going... He particularly liked the whiff here and there of the mercenary, smoky and full.
Then, the next thing he knew, Ty was lying on his stomach, completely naked, with his ass raised on the air. The lion lay on top of him, with his bare, furry chest stroking his shoulder blades. He barely even noticed the weight and warmth above him, however, as he was overwhelmed with the burning pain in his asshole. A thick, spined cock plowed into him roughly, driving deeper and deeper, and shoving Ty's chest against the floor. He felt himself floating in and out of consciousness, not helped at all by the roughness of his forceful partner. After God-knows-how-long, Ty dimly felt the cock drive deeper than ever before into his ass, and heavy, furry balls press against his own smaller pair. Cum spurted deep in his asshole, and Ty felt himself pass out for good.
Ty returned to consciousness with a brutal hangover, so cutting and blinding he could barely take his surroundings in. He seemed to be in some kind of tent, lying on a bed of furs, while sunlight dimly spilled in from the open door. He was still nude, his wizard robes nowhere to be seen, and his asshole was sore and wet, even however-many-hours later.
As Ty forced himself to sit up, the tent flap flipped open and the lion returned, dressed in his original leather and with that same warm smile on his handsome muzzle. "Morning, boy." He unloaded a spear and a quiver from his arrows from his back, and began situating things in the tent's storage. He didn't even bother to look over or make eye contact with Ty. "Someone a little hung over?" The lion chuckled to himself, as if it was all a fun joke.