Neigh Mode 1.7.8 Patch (1)
“Hiiiiiiing♡”
“Prrrrt♡”
Somewhere along the streets of the Askerverse Countship, a distinctly odd horse-cry rang out.
The source of those clumsy, almost human-imitated sounds was a pair of women clad in latex restraints. One with short blue hair, the other with black bangs framing her face — both of them clip-clopped along on horse hooves, hauling a cart behind them.
The skintight bondage gear did nothing whatsoever to conceal their voluptuous figures or enormous breasts, and the eyes of passersby — the men in particular — showed no intention of looking away from the two mares.
Not a soul recognized them as the guards who had once watched the adventurers-only entrance.
“Nothing beats turning them into livestock when you need to educate a couple of insolent bitches. Right?”
Luke gave the blue-haired mare’s rear a light crack of the whip, and a fierce moan burst out of her.
“Hee-hing♡”
“You have to make clumsy horse noises instead of human speech, and everything you eat is either horse feed or a stallion’s semen. Just thinking about it makes you happy, doesn’t it? No need to waste brainpower on anything — you can live just fine that way. Plus, I ported over the existing breeding system, so you can even birth studhorses, and I set you up to automatically secrete pheromones that put stallions in heat. Mating won’t be hard at all.”
“Hiiiiing♡”
“So be grateful for the rest of your lives. I even bumped your weight capacity up to seven hundred kilos and maxed your movement speed at seventy-three an hour. Nothing special — just about the level of a decently fast horse. I went through the trouble of making a ride that gets me hard; it’d be a shame if users skipped it over the specs.”
—Crack!
Muttering that he’d put them to good use until he found another mount, Luke cracked the whip faster and tore down the street. The carriage carrying him and the wolf-girl mother and daughters reached their destination — the guild office — in no time at all.
The Adventurer’s Guild sat well back from the entrance: a three-story building east of the central plaza, distinguished by its blue roof. Above the door hung a sign of a crossed sword and shield, and the board beside the entrance was plastered wall-to-wall with quest postings.
Luke stepped down from the cart, glanced up at the familiar building for a moment, then pushed open the door.
—Ding-a-ling.
A clear chime rang out, and every gaze inside the guild snapped toward them at once. More precisely, not toward Luke, but toward the ones filing in behind him.
Erin, Leah, Arka — and the two mares.
Three wolf-girls in their pure natural state, without so much as a thread of clothing, and a pair of moaning mares clip-clopping in high-heeled hoof boots: creatures purpose-built to swell the lower halves of every man in the room to an embarrassing degree.
The bakery owner drafting a request form didn’t even notice he’d knocked over his inkwell. The mercenary gripping a massive axe found himself unconsciously kneading the erection that had risen on its own.
Erin seemed to enjoy the attention; she swayed her tail and openly groped her own breasts. Leah and Arka, their mating instincts still running hot, sniffed the air with soft snuffling sounds — then scowled when none of the scents proved satisfactory.
“Hngh. Every cock in here smells watered-down. No cock like Master’s. So disappointing.”
“Arka. Expecting too much is weird. No cock like Master’s exists. Master is special.”
“It’s been so long since I was last at a guild. Back when I was still adventuring I used to drop by all the time — nothing’s changed, it’s almost nostalgic. Of course, the cocks are all so underwhelming my breeding pussy barely twitches, which is a shame.”
“Leah, Arka. Drag latex mares A and B along. If they don’t listen, give each of them a bite on the ass and they’ll follow just fine. Erin, go pull a number ticket.”
When Erin’s number was called, Luke led his pets to the reception desk at the very back. A young woman sat behind it — neat brown bob, a name tag stamped with the guild crest, and a red bowtie at her throat. She had been sorting papers when she spotted Luke’s party, and she blinked twice.
“Welcome to the Askerverse Adventurer’s Guild. I’m Nea, the cler—”
Her gaze locked onto the naked Erin and stopped cold.
Breasts and hips so massive they defied comparison. Wolf ears and a tail that left no doubt she wasn’t human. Nea forced an awkward smile and tried to look elsewhere.
Leah. Arka. And the two mares. Bodies every bit as lewd as Erin’s only made Nea’s eye-contact problem worse.
“Ah — hello? What brings you in today?”
“Here to register some pets.”
“Pardon? P-pets? You mean these ladies are…?”
“That’s right. They’re my pets. Every last one of them is a hopeless, filthy slut who thinks of nothing but mating with me.”
Luke jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
“Nice to meet you, small-chested human female. I’m Erin — this male’s breeding pet. The two bitches behind me are my daughters.”
“Leah. That’s my name, small-chested female.”
“Hi! I’m Arka. By the way, sis, aren’t your tits way too small? You’ve gotta be big like me if you wanna lure a bunch of males into mating. Poor thing.”
The clerk’s face went white. She lightly slapped her own cheeks a couple of times, half-convinced she was dreaming — but the sting was real.
“Th-they talk…?”
“They do, don’t they? They can speak. Ah — the mare bitches can’t, though. All those dumb sluts know how to do is go hee-hing.”
“Hiiiiing♡”
“And you’re saying they’re pets?”
“I can call them with a summoning horn, so yeah, pets for now. They’re registered as pets in the system. Tear open the code and you’ll find [Pet] sitting right there in the definition attributes.”
“Code? Definition attributes? I don’t know what those are… Hyeek! N-never mind. I-I know all about it.”
The clerk looked back and forth between Luke and the women he insisted were his pets. No matter how she squinted, they did not look like a master and his animals. Pet Tamers who commanded humanoid summons did exist, but this was something else entirely.
Master and pets? No matter how you look at it, these are s-sex slaves!
The suspicion refused to leave her head, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.
Last time, a senior mistook a rare-species summon for a banned one, blew the whole thing up, and got sued for a thousand gold in damages… Wh-what if…? It really doesn’t look like it, but these pets could be rare-species summons, right? I-it’s not that I want to get sued or anything…
“J-just a moment, please… This is a rather unusual case, so I think I need to check the regulations…”
Nea pulled a thick rulebook out from under the counter and began flipping through the pages at speed.
“Definitely not a standard summon…”
—Flutter-flutter.
“Tamed monster regulations… Individuals possessing intelligence must undergo a separate review process. See page 1827 for details…”
—Flip.
“Beastfolk-related regulations. Taking a beastfolk as a summon is absolutely prohibited under Imperial Law Article 27.”
She shot a sidelong glance at Erin.
“B-by any chance… are you a beastfolk?”
“Mmm… Strictly speaking, no. Closer to a monster, human female.”
“To be precise, she was a semen-sucking wolf queen — a monster-type boss.”
Luke added the clarification, and the clerk’s hands froze.
“A b-boss? Th-th-the kind that rules an entire dungeon zone?”
“That’s right. I am Erin, the pack mother who hunted breeding males and led her pack in the Pale Forest — the Semen-Sucking Wolf Queen. Of course, these days I’m Erin the Wolf Queen who lost to a male’s cock and got tamed. For reference, my daughters were mid-bosses.”
“We were the wolf sisters Leah and Arka, looking for mates.”
“Now we’re heat-crazed mating puppies Leah and Arka. Names Master gave us. Like them. Keheng♡”
They said it all so casually, as if it were nothing — but Nea sat with her mouth hanging open, unable to form a single word for a long moment. Bosses were the kind of beings that snuffed out adventurers’ lives like crushing bugs… and this man had tamed one?
C-could he be… an S-rank Pet Tamer? What do I do? D-did I… did I talk way too rudely just now? Was I too slow and fidgety with the service? Wh-what if… Hyeek! No! Anything but a complaint! I don’t want to end up like my senior!
Nea tensed even further and flipped through the pages with frantic energy.
“Boss-entity servant registration… Boss-entity servant registration…”
“Why the rush? You can take your ti—”
“No! C-clerical staff must be k-kind and efficient with everyone, no exceptions. I-I’ll find it as fast as I can, so please, just no complaints…”
She opened her eyes even wider and kept turning pages. Around the middle of the book she found a slim appendix tucked between the leaves, and her eyes narrowed. Right at the top was exactly what she’d been looking for.
“Found it! Boss-entity servant registration. If a Pet Tamer claims their summon is a boss entity, immediately report to upper management and request that they return to the guild in two weeks for a detailed examination. Additionally, as a precaution against unforeseen incidents, recommend that they lodge in the guild’s accommodations. That’s what it says.”
“Oho… Fascinating. Even with 1,720 hours of playtime, this is the first I’ve heard of a regulation like that.”
“I’ve worked here five years and I’ve never seen this either. Ah — no! I-I knew all about it! R-really! S-so please don’t file a complaint saying I didn’t know anything!”
She traced the rulebook with a finger and read slowly.
“After verifying the boss’s authenticity with a special magic tool, they check combat style, intelligence level, violent tendencies, history of consuming humans, flight risk, degree of obedience, and various other factors — then it has to go through a meeting with upper management before registration is possible. Until then, it looks like you’ll need to stay in the lodging we provide. Would that be all right?”
“How long does that take, roughly?”
“Uh… First you wait two weeks for the initial exam, the exam itself takes about three weeks, and the meeting another week… So around six weeks total? If you refuse, we’ll have no choice but to forcibly expel you from the countship. P-please don’t file a complaint over this. I-I have to follow the regulations too.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not filing a complaint over something like that. By the way — if complaints scare you that much, how do you even do guild work?”
“Well… it keeps me fed? Haha…”
Luke laughed, half in disbelief, at a private thought she hadn’t even tried to hide.
“Sorry for the wait. I’ve filed the report with upper management, so I’ll take you to your lodging now. Please follow me.”
After an hour of sitting in the guild cafeteria, Nea came to collect Luke and his party. Two enormous travel bags hung from her hands. Whatever had gone wrong, her expression was far from good — the smile she forced looked almost pitiful.
“Great. But why the long face?”
Luke stood as he asked.
“Until the review is finished, Luke-nim is free to do as he likes, but the pets have to be monitored and managed by either the branch director or the deputy director. But… formal authorization still hasn’t come down. The branch director says he has to attend some external meeting that doesn’t even exist, and the deputy director says a case with no precedent is too much for him to handle personally…”
Nea’s voice grew smaller and smaller.
“So they dumped it on you.”
“Yes… They dumped the entire assignment on me. From this moment on, I have to monitor and manage Luke-nim’s pets twenty-four hours a day. In the same space, no less. Uugh…”
“Sounds like you really hate it.”
“Huh? N-not at all! Th-this is work I ought to be doing, s-so I don’t mind! E-even if I have to sleep in a moldy, rundown room five floors underground with no sunlight, right next to m-monsters, i-it’s fine… I-I actually prefer places like that over a s-suite, you know. Haha…”
“Really?”
“Y…es. Uugh! P-please just don’t file a complaint!”
Nea answered with a face on the verge of tears. Intrigued by this entirely new type of NPC, Luke drained the last of his beer in one go and gestured to Erin and her two daughters.
“Drag the mare bitches and follow.”
They passed through the guild cafeteria, entered a staff-only corridor, and opened the iron door at the far end.
—Creeeak.
Beyond the door, a narrow staircase descended into the depths. Magical torches mounted along the walls cast a faint blue glow at regular intervals.
“The lodging is on the fifth basement floor. Um… Ordinarily I’d be escorting you to the VIP special suites on B10, but since Luke-nim is still only an E-rank adventurer… That, and the noise and escape-risk factors.”
Nea answered with brutal honesty. Realizing a beat too late what she’d just said, she frantically waved her hands.
“Ah — no! I’m not saying any of you are noisy or high-risk escapees! That’s just how the rules are written! I-I don’t have any prejudices at all, really! I-I’m not even a little bit scared of you, so how could I possibly have prej—”
“Small-chested female is lying. Leah knows. Female is actually scared of us. Still shaking right now. Grr! Hunting instinct waking up.”
“Hyeek! P-please don’t eat me! I-I’m shaking because i-it’s cold! Isn’t anyone else cold? A-atchoo…”
“Human sis, your acting is way too obvious. And we’re still only on B1?”
“O-obvious… N-no! I-I always sneeze like that! A-and I’ve always run cold! I h-have poor circulation!”
“You’re sweating, too.”
“Hyeek!”
Nea looked at Luke with teary eyes, but unfortunately he was no saint.
At the bottom of the long staircase they arrived at the fifth basement floor. Iron doors lined both sides of the corridor, most of them sealed with thick chains. Nea stopped in front of the door at the very end.
Clack.
She fitted a large key into the lock, turned it several times, and the heavy iron door swung inward.
Luke had been expecting something prison-like, but the space beyond was more decent than he’d imagined. Of course, it was old. Very old.
“Wow… This is supposed to be lodging?”
Most of the wallpaper hung in torn, peeling strips. From the ceiling drifted a powder that might have been dust or mold. The carpet covering the floor had faded so badly it was impossible to tell what color it had originally been. And then there was the dust piled thick enough to reach the mares’ hooves.
Even so, the place was reasonably spacious. A living area with a table and a long sofa occupied the center; off to one side sat a small cooking counter and dining table. The water and the hearth both seemed to work. Two bedroom doors stood side by side off the living room — one a narrow chamber with nothing but a small desk, a wardrobe, and a bed; the other a vast room laid with monster cushions and blankets arranged like a nest.
“Th-this is the temporary lodging where Luke-nim will be staying. Th-the small room is for you, Luke-nim… and th-the big room is for me and the pets…”
“What? You’re sleeping with us too, Nea?”
“Uugh… Guild r-regulations leave me no choice. Like I said, until the review is over I have to keep observing the pets and filing reports. And there’s a rule that the supervisor must maintain a distance of no more than ten paces from the subjects at all times…”
“Even when we go outside?”
“Yes…”
“Even when we go eat?”
“Yes… I have to follow you everywhere. Even when you just move between rooms.”
Nea looked ready to cry on the spot.
“It says I can’t let them out of my sight even for a moment. I-it’s not that I mind, though.”
Maintain a distance of ten paces or less. The moment those words left her mouth, Erin, Leah, and Arka put on wicked faces and started whispering among themselves. Luke felt their gazes on him and gave Erin’s ass a firm squeeze — subtle enough that Nea never noticed. Completely oblivious, Nea went on rattling off other regulations without a thought.
“S-still, there shouldn’t be any particular restrictions on Luke-nim’s own movements. You’re free to leave the guild, free to roam the countship as you like. Just… whenever the pets come along, I have to come too…”
“Good to hear. I need to stop by the blacksmith tomorrow — got a few things to take care of.”
“The blacksmith? Why…? You’re a Pet Tamer, Luke-nim. You don’t even use weapons.”
“The next patch is the blacksmith patch. A whole lot of things are going to change, disappear, and get added. I haven’t fully decided what to do with you yet, so I’ll start with the plans I’ve already got lined up.”
Nea tilted her head, understanding not a single word. But she didn’t have the bandwidth to puzzle out the meaning. Right now, the wolf-girls were far more terrifying…
It was late into the small hours before Nea finally unpacked. From her bags she pulled out a sleeping bag and an enormous teddy bear, then stepped into the room and finished getting ready for bed.
In the darkened chamber, Erin, Leah, Arka, and the two mares had already claimed their spots. One final boss nearly invisible in her black fur; two mid-bosses pillow-fighting with the cushions; and a pair of mares just standing there, making nothing but lewd little moans.
Nea crept forward like a fawn tossed into a beast’s den, trembling with every careful step, aiming for the farthest corner she could find.
“Still scared of us, small-chested female?”
“Hyeek!!!”
Red eyes gleaming without warning from the dark startled Nea so badly she sat down hard on her rear.
“We’ve been acquainted for a good three hours now. A bit much, don’t you think? Fufu.”
“Y-you startled me, Erin-nim… And calling my chest small — for the record, they’re actually pretty bi— ah.”
“Fufu. My daughters and I are rather well-endowed, aren’t we? Feeling envious, by any chance?”
—Sway.
She’d only turned her body lightly, but the sheer weight of the motion made Nea’s expression flicker with something like envy. A respectable B-cup was a sheer cliff face next to Erin.
“So… why did you call me over?”
“Aaah, well. My daughters and I need to go somewhere.”
Erin said it with a wicked little smile. Her daughters had appeared at her side at some point, eyes curved in matching grins.
“W-what? At th-this hour? B-but all the shops are closed by now. I-if it’s meat you want, I can go grab some real qui—”
“We do want to eat something, but it isn’t meat♡ And we don’t want to go outside, either. It’s just…”
“J-just…?”
“As the pack mother, I’m always overflowing with the urge to breed. Growing the pack through mating with a superior male. A thoroughly beastly instinct that still lives in me. In my daughters, too♡”
Erin drifted closer and gently pulled Nea into an embrace. She pressed the girl’s face deep into her enormous cleavage and used her tail to tug loose the drawstring of Nea’s pajama pants. The mingled scent of beast musk and the sweat between those breasts drained the strength right out of Nea’s body.
At the same time, Leah and Arka groped and toyed with her chest and hips. Nea thrashed, trying to break free — it was useless.
“We’re not going to eat you, so don’t worry. It’s just…♡”
One thick finger slipped inside Nea’s panties and teased along her folds. After a few light strokes, it pushed gently in.
—Squish.
“We want to mate with our male… but you said we have to stay with our supervisor, didn’t you? You’ll come with us, won’t you? Grr♡”