"It's a mangy cretin, is what it is!"

The beastmaster glared at Zukka as he struggled to mount the beast. Zukka huffed and gritted his teeth as his feet failed to find purchase against the creature's side, breathing in sharply through his nose as he felt hands grope his ass from behind.

"W-What are you-! URGH-!" He let out a noise of frustration as the beastmaster squeezed his ass with his large hands.

Zukka could feel the chill from his hands seeping into his skin, but he swallowed any other sounds of anger or surprise that threatened to escape his mouth and focused solely on getting on the damn beast's back.

"There you are, 'milady'! Now, if that'll be all-"