Lemon Kitsune Studios Presents: Mistress of Thieves: Hoarding Lives Slowly the world crept back in to focus and Aubrey reached up to rub her head. “Ouhf did I drink too much last night?” she groaned, and as she rolled slightly her back lit up with sharp pain that made her pause and grind her sharp teeth together. “Mrs. Aubrey you’re awake!” squeaked a voice she recognized, and in moment’s Ether’s brown furred face filled her vision. “Ohh thank the Ancient’s! I thought you’d be asleep all week!” she said in her quick speech. “Relax kid, relax and back up.” a new voice said, feminine and not at all mean or reprimanding. Ether’s head withdrew and a new one replaced it. Aubrey’s eyes grew wide with shock when she saw the face of a red panda woman with sharp green eyes peering down at her. It wasn’t irrational fear of the sharp teeth in the woman’s short muzzle, or the black stripes beneath her eyes on white furred cheeks. It wasn’t even the blazing red fur of her head or blond hair bound in to two large pig tails of braids that swept from her shoulders down to her feet. No, Aubrey recognized the ‘Princess’ of the Darkflame Family in an instant, since everyone knew one of the few High Priestess’ of Riowing in the world. “I-I-Inaria Darkflame?!” she squeaked out finally, choking on her own words from a lack of saliva. The woman was a Healer and cheerful sort, but also well known for being the most vicious and unforgiving of people to those who wronged her or others. “Yeah, good guess cutie.” The woman giggled out, and quickly stole a kiss from Aubrey – and she didn’t even try to dispute or sputter or even stop it. Miyara Darkflame was scary in her own right, but was known for being level headed and kind hearted. But her daughter Inaria could sway either way for an offense. “You know, that was some good stitching on that blade wound in your back, but whoever did it didn’t understand about stiching up the nicked artery to stop internal bleeding.” She whispered playfully before grabbing the round ears on Aubrey’s skull and pulling on them firmly. This also smashed the poor rat woman’s face in to a pair of tits literally twice the size of her own. All she could do was hold still and breathe in slowly; unfortunately the smell of sweaty fur and sexual musk was all over her enormous black furred breasts. Eventually, her ears were released and she fell back on the cot she was laid out on, terror still keeping her pupils wide. Inaria’s hands roamed over the curves and lines of her seven foot frame while searching out any other wounds the rat female’s body could have managed through bruising from her fall. “W-where am I right now?” Aubrey squeaked out, she realized she was trembling from fear as she was man-handled by the nine foot tall red panda covered in tightly packed muscles and filled out with womanly curves. “Your orphanage, Marble didn’t want to move you so she ran and got me. Your cute little hovel was too small for me to fit in and work so I had you hauled down the tunnel to the master bedroom of the orphanage. Don’t worry all the kids are fine and kept out.” Inaria said in a sing-song voice that was somehow a very light alto with a hint of bass to it. “Ether and Tracer won’t bother you, I promise.” Aubrey responded in an instant, before her voice pitched in to a high octave when Inaria’s hands cupped between her thighs and ground over her mound and then further along her inner thigh muscles down her legs. “That’s good, but what about the other kids?” Inaria asked, “Damn you have a good sex life to be that wet after five days of sleeping.” She chuckled. “Daddy could keep you satisfied, he keeps my needs handled after all and still has more for mom and my siblings.” She laughed in a boisterous fashion. The information wasn’t new for her, but somehow the incestuous commentary still turned her on and also disgusted her for some reason, which made it even dirtier and desirable in her mind. But something Inaria said tripped her brain, “What other kids?” she squeaked, sitting up suddenly and wincing from that sharp pain in her back again. As if in answer to the question, Tracer bolted in to the decently sized room followed by Ether and five other children of varying ages. Her right eye twitched rapidly for a few seconds as she eyed a pair of mink twin girls, a rather bulky timber wolf female; and two older looking Erdite’s, one boy and the other a girl and looking like siblings. “Aubrey look! New friends!” Tracer barked out excitedly, hopping up and down on his toes. “The fuck?” Aubrey yipped out before her head hit the pillow and she blacked out. [/////////////// *** ///////////////] After coming back around, almost five hours later, Aubrey grumbled from a pressure on her side and chest before pain bit through her left tit... literally! She snarled and sat up tossing both Ether and Tracer from her sides, the later from her left side, and watched them snap awake as well. “Sorry!” she squeaked out, in a shrill voice as she tried to get her bearings once again. Tracer grumbled and growled, giving her an adorable scowl that made her lean in and smooch his nose – which made him rub the spot as if it itched. But Ether just let out a sigh and stretched in a thin chemise that showed off her growing breasts. “Don’t worry Mistress. The others are all in bed and being hounded by the Ferisk lady to stay there until you call for the morning meal.” “What Ferisk lady?” Aubrey asked right away. “The one that’s acting as a House Mom for you, but is really an informant on the city to the Darkflame’s, it’s all in the letter there.” Ether responded, pointing to the night stand with a scroll of vellum on it. Groaning at what she’d gotten herself in to, Aubrey picked up the scroll and unwound it to read over everything. Greetings Lady Aubrey, This letter is to ensure the purchase of your Orphanage and the food stuff within the larder goes smoothly while you rest from your wounds. We were sorry to hear of someone assaulting you for your purse, and we will make sure the authorities take in to custody the man that stabbed you. Hopefully you awake soon and can take over your duties as the Matron of this Orphanage in full. We did find a lovely woman whom will assist you with the everyday running of the building and care of the children. Sincerely, Inaria Kiara Darkflame This explained nothing! Aubrey was about to rip the page to shreds when she stopped and really looked at the vellum. The morning sunlight starting to peek through her window made the page shimmer a little bit and reveal a brief letter shape, as if someone had been writing on top of the vellum. She smiled at the very ancient method of hiding a message within a message, so she carefully stretched the page out and carefully tilted it so the light would meet the indented lettering. It took almost ten minutes to put the hidden message together. Hello Zhara Mistwalker, As payment for the building, tunnel and setup funds – we’ll have Azmara and Marble working as your staff members at the Orphanage but they will be gathering information on the city and informing us of the movements within the King’s court. Feel free to use their skills in your new Thieves Guild, but know that they can tell you no or demand payment within reason. Try not to get stabbed and let Ether stitch you up without checking for internal damage this time, OK? Aubrey shook her head and sighed. She realized she was still naked and a bit sticky between her thighs. She peered down and glowered at Tracer. “Little shit.” She said, though her voice held a hint of a chuckle, she still stared daggers at the boy who simply looked at her innocently despite his seed dried to the inner fur of her crotch and thigh. “First I need a bath.” She hissed and looked around her new room. The nightstand and bed she already knew of, but there was also a dresser and mirror combo on the wall opposite the bed with an armoire beside it filled with a trio of red robes with white trim and green sash. They were ugly and cheap, exactly what one would expect a Matron of an Orphanage to be wearing. Throwing one of those robes on and opening the dressers drawers to find their contents, she discovered some panties and bra’s in her size and narrowed her eyes. “Damn you Shadow Fox’s.” She hissed, pulling a pair of panties on and ignoring the bra’s. She needed freedom for what she was about to do today. “I’m going to be out today kids. So,” she paused and rubbed her forehead. “Cook some food, wake everyone up and then just have a day of meeting each other until I come back. Alright?” Ether nodded her head, already in a snug black dress of cloth that hid her figure. But Tracer growled and shook his head. As he opened his mouth to speak, Aubrey clamped her hand down around his muzzle and stared in to his green eyes. “I have to see my husband. I can’t have you with me hanging on my hip or I could end up dead. Stay here. Protect Ether.” When she let go of his muzzle, the boy simply stared at her, but nodded. [/////////////// *** ///////////////] “Extravagance; even for an ass hole that deserves to be punished for what he did.” Aubrey snarled through her teeth as she was marched through the halls of the Noble Prison building. She was lead to a room with a pair of chairs, fire place, and small end table with treats and wine, but her stomach was irritating her and she decided to ignore the wine, asking for cold water to be brought. She didn’t expect too much from her husband. But when he walked in with a bright smile and clearly expecting a conjugal visit; but instead she rebuffed his attempt at a kiss. “My dear, whatever is wrong with me wishing to kiss you hello?” he asked, giving that winning smile she fell in love with years ago. Oh how she wanted to scream at him all the reasons she had for not wanting to touch him at that moment. Instead, she just smiled and spit out what she wanted to say. “I’m pregnant, and not interested in going any further than talking, dear.” She said in the most pleasant fashion she could manage, even getting a coy little girl smile to her muzzle. She could see his face lighting up, before dropping at the realization he had no way to take care of her or ‘his baby’ from this prison. She loved every second of his distraught glance around himself as his jaw worked to try and form words. “I only just found out last week, but they would not let me see you until today and I did not wish to send you a letter as this is something personal and should be said face to face.” She smiled. She knew full well it was Tracer’s baby growing in her womb, but her husband was an idiot, and she hoped he didn’t put together the dates of their last time together. “I am so happy!” he exclaimed, his rudder of a tail thumping the ground at his feet. “We must make sure we don’t lose this one my dear. You were so upset at the loss of our first, I shall see if I can get some of my allowance sent to you. Where are you staying? With my brother in the country?” “No dear, your brother turned me out.” She lied, but skipped past it quickly. “I was taken in by an Orphanage just at the boarder of the Merchant quarter, they’re letting me teach the children there.” She started to continue her thought up plans, but they were interrupted as a male wolf walked in with full chain mail shirt and halberd. He seemed to glare at her husband, but did nothing else but stand by the door. “Don’t mind him my dear, he’s not happy being stuck as a guard here and I’ve been trying to behave myself so he can relax while on my detail.” Aubrey tried her best not to roll her eyes, but she still smiled. “Well the Orphanage is so far pleased with my tutoring skills. I’ve got a small purse that lets me get essentials, so you don’t have to worry overmuch about me, my sweet.” Her voice was caring and calm, but inside she was thinking of how many different ways she could cuss and swear at him for his foolishness. “Oh no! I would gladly part with my allowance to ensure my wife and newborn child are well seen too! In fact, I’ll make sure half of my weekly allotment is sent to you specifically.” A smile cracked her lips and she dipped her head in a shy and demure fashion. “Of course my love, I’m so glad I got to see you. I wish we could enjoy our time together more, but my body has been…” she paused to look at the wolf, who’s eyes were now eyeing her large breasts. “Well I’ve just been belly sore and other issues a woman deals with. I don’t think it would be pleasant for you dear.” Her husband nodded his head, as if he understood completely and had forgotten how ravenous she actually was when she had been pregnant before. Instead, she carefully rose to her feet and leaned in to accept a hug and kiss to her cheek from him. “I should go before its time for lessons. I have to learn how to handle children better too, right?” she giggled, and the fool of a man she married just nodded his head up and down wildly. She almost felt sad for lying to him. Almost. [/////////////// *** ///////////////] “Harder.. oh fuck HARDER TRACER!” Aubrey screamed, down on all fours in bed with the young fox driving his shaft in to her dripping pussy mound. She was shuddering in pleasure from a second orgasm already rattling down her form as she listened to the rude noises her slit made around the boys meat as it sawed its way through her lips and in to her tunnel. She dug her hands in to the thin sheets and thinner cot as she rolled her ass back and forth in an attempt to push the kit deeper in to her, but instead just shattered his stride, making him dig his claws in to her waist a bit more – and she loved it. The sight of her husband had reignited her need to cheat on the bastard who had cheated her out of her previous life. It also helped that being pregnant made her hornier. Even if the room had the strong smell of sex filling every corner, it didn’t arouse her as much as knowing she was going to have a baby, and this time she’d make damn sure she didn’t lose it. Inaria had left some herbs that would help strengthen her body, process foods better, and overall help her health so the baby would benefit. That just left taking care of her carnal needs, and Tracer was amazing for satisfying them when she asked. “Ohmmn...” she moaned in to her pillow, biting down on it hard as she felt the boys hips start beating against her lifted rump with his weight. What the boy lacked in power with his thrusting, he sure made up for it in zealous endurance and stamina. She felt the way his shaft teased her insides and stroked along the walls of her silken tunnel. Every inch he fed in to her she worked with the honey her pot produced and slid her tail around his waist like a coiling whip. Her large feet curled against his ass cheeks, her own toes smacking those soft half moons when he rocked backwards and she ‘kicked’ him forward in to her once more. The rhythm was only broken by her own needy hips jerking at random. She could hear him keening over her back, even as her orgasm finally rushed from her once more and she felt her sex wink and squeeze, pulling on his shaft even as his balls slapped against her mound and clit. “Keep going baby, oh fuck keep going!” she moaned senselessly in to the pillow. Once more she felt dirty, filthy for letting a child mount her like some cheap whore; but at the same time it was amazing. She didn’t care what people would think, hell the Rishishka would praise her for teaching the young. She felt the way Tracer pressed himself against her ass harder, and she knew what was coming. “Wait!” she hissed. She pushed him away with one hand, forcing him to fall on to his cute tush and she rolled on to her back. Smiling at the disgruntled and put-out look the boy wore. “Hey, you know I wouldn’t leave my little fox unsatisfied… even if you do satisfy yourself in me while I’m asleep!” she huffed, getting a sheepish grin from the boy as she rolled her body again so she crawled towards him on all fours, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her and teasing her own nipples with the fabric of the bed sheets. Slowly she licked up the boys toes, getting a soft giggle from him as she slide up his shins. Heavy breasts pressing to his feet, she teased her muzzle up to his knees, giving each cap a kiss even while her breasts drug themselves against his shins. Tracer’s childish smile wasn’t like some grown mans lewd grin, it was innocent and real; and that made her heart flutter. When she got close to his crotch she grimaced. The smell of her own pussy was all over his crotch and she really didn’t favor the flavor of a cunt. But for her little fox, she’d deal with it. Her mouth opened and she swallowed him whole. She hid the disgusted look on her face with his belly, and sucked and sucked and sucked some more until her honey was off his flesh and she swallowed it down. Her own flavor hit her taste-buds all wrong, but the taste of the young boy’s dick was perfection. She bobbed her head up and down, up and down, sliding his short rod through her lips while her tongue tickled and teased up the belly to the tip and back down to the sheath, sucking firmly when she pulled away and then relaxing to gulp down his flesh once more. She smiled as the boys hand rested on her head just behind her left ear, feeling his little fingers flexing in brief spasms now and then when she hit a sensitive spot. With her heavy breasts pressed to his lap, she made sure that the orbs slapped his thighs with soft plapping sounds. She knew he loved all the dirty noises; she hated the sounds and was embarrassed by them but for him? She’d listen to them. It was just the two of them after all. Sliding her hands around to cup his butt, she squeezed the cheeks with a low chitter and began bobbing her head up and down faster, keeping the suction heavy the entire time and watching him arch his back and start to open and close his jaws while his little legs tried to kick and twist beneath her breasts. The smile on her muzzle never faded as she watched her lover twist and squirm beneath her ministrations, until she felt his dick begin pulsating rapidly. That’s when she pulled off and kissed the tip squarely. “Ready for more?” she asked in a husky voice, but already she was crawling her way up his body. Once her hips were over his, her ass literally pinned down the entirety of his thighs, she lowered her large pussy down his small shaft with a deep sighing huff of pleasure. He didn’t stretch her, not at all. She barely felt his flesh touching her inner walls, but that was part of the thrill. The way his dick couldn’t even reach half way in to her passage, how she had to take very short ‘hops’ in his lap so he didn’t fall out; it was all things combined that sent thrills up her spine and tingles along her pussy. Leaning down slightly, she let her heavy breasts smother the boy. They were just two different in size for her to kiss him while their hips were joined, so she let him suck at her tits instead. The feel of his teeth chewing on one of her nipples made her grunt, something odd about sharp teeth on that sensitive flesh made her worried but also aroused. Feeling him buck his hips against hers made her grind down against his lap, he knew how deep his little prick reached and moved so it was easier than bouncing her hips when he wanted to press the movements. Instead she shifted her knees apart a little further, baring her own heavier weight down on to his lap since her crotch and ass took up his thighs, crotch and lower belly in space. She could feel the way he pumped himself through her drooling slit, feel how his cock pulsed and surged with need even as she rose towards another orgasm. “Ohnnfuck Tracer... fuck!” she squeaked as she creamed, for once soaking his crotch in her cunt honey as she squirted heavily enough the sound actually rose higher than her scream of lust and passion. At the same time, she felt his release, the warmth of his few little squirts that barely tickled her insides but were apparently enough to impregnate her. She even felt the rattle of his breath over her furred tit as he sucked heavily from her nipple. “That was cute.” a voice spoke up and immediately Aubrey slammed her body downward out of instinct, burying Tracer in tit flesh and warm pussy all at once. “Who the fuck?!” Aubrey shrieked, glaring around the room. The door was shut. The window was sealed. But still that voice came from inside the room. But then a form dropped from the rafters with feline grace, flipping long furred legs of silver-white down followed by a smooth skinned honey-gold ass and torso, furred arms and cat ears and tail to match. Her face was Erdite in appearance, smooth skin and short nose with pouty pink lips and violet eyes with slit pupils. A Ferisk. “Sorry, I’m Azmara. You are Aubrey and that’s Tracer.” “I know who the fuck I am and he is, I want to know why the hell you’re in my room spying on my bed?!” Aubrey shrieked in retort, still staying pressed tightly to her little lover. The cat-like female tilted her head, blinking her purple eyes before her entire form wavered and fell to all fours in the shape of a full cat. She’d gone from seven feet even, to two feet at the shoulders, with silver-white fur all over and those same violet eyes. “I am the guardian of this place. My job is to make sure no one who doesn’t belong here gets in. I was doing my rounds when I heard all the noise. I’ve never been one for women, but I admit a lust for the young.” she purred the words, even as she hopped up on to the nightstand and turned her back to give them privacy. Feeling Tracer’s hands slap at her ass, Aubrey looked down and realized she was practically suffocating the boy with her boobs. Quickly rolling off of him, feeling his little knot and dick spring free of her sex, she grabbed the sheet and wrapped herself up close with a huff – leaving poor Tracer exposed still. “That’s not a good reason to be a peeping Tom… Jane?” she huffed and shook out her head. “Whatever. Get out!” Azmara chuckled, springing up to the rafters again. “You’re not my boss little rat. I only appear to be your subordinate for the guise. But I do as I please.” with that, she sprang to another rafter and ran off. “The fuck did I do to deserve all these weirdos?” she groaned. “Sex?” Tracer asked. Aubrey tilted her head, peering at the boy before grabbing her pillow and biffing him in the face with it, laughing softly. “In a minute kiddo. I gotta calm down.” [/////////////// *** ///////////////] With a bright smile, Aubrey trotted from the tiny shelter she had once used with Tracer when she first met him. Dressed in dark green dyed leather that hugged her breasts and sides tightly, a black skirt that only went to mid-thigh and was slit up to nearly the waist, held in place by a dark brown belt that kept a short scimitar and stiletto on her left hip and a sack on the right hip. Solid steel bracers protected her forearms with a soft padding on the inside and leather covering for the back of her hands that left her thin fingers free to move and contort as needed, with a set of leg slips that hugged her shins and upper feet with a bit of leather and steel – enchanted to make all of her movements silent courtesy of her Darkflame family friends. They even gave her a mask that altered her fur color and hair so she wouldn’t be recognized as the new Mother of the Orphanage. Honestly, with all the help the twins had provided her with getting set up – she’d let the both of them fuck her brains out in a heart beat of they asked. Hopefully they wouldn’t. Using the masks magic, she shifted her hair to a deep brown with streaks of blond in it and her fur to a uniform gray-tone that would blend well in shadows. While her introduction to Azmara was embarrassing, she provided safety for the Orphanage and their secret tunnel, so she could deal with the damn cat-woman spying on her intimate time with Tracer. But that wasn’t her goal for the moment, she had her fill of sex but still had a lot to set up before pregnancy started to show. Zhara Mistwalker had to carve out her turf. She had plans for her network of children informants and pick pockets thanks to Tracer’s gift with lifting skirts and purses and teaching the other kids in her care those skills. While Ether had leadership written all over her in the way she had cracked down on the older kids and pressed them in to place. Seeing the timid little mouse girl putting one of the Erdite boys in a head-lock while sitting her ass on his lower spine to choke him unconscious had made Aubrey grin wide and hard, and then announce that Ether was her second in command of the Mist Walker Thieves Guild. But now she needed a more gentle touch in to the lives of Nobles, Merchants, and Every-day adventurers and folks. So her strutting gait through the back alleys went unnoticed by most, it was just natural for her hips to sway side-to-side without a thought. Her gear stayed as silent as the enchantments on it promised, even her breathing was unheard by her sharp ears and she couldn’t help but test it out by scurrying up a wood fence to see if her claws scratching the wood would bring up any sound. It didn’t. Silent as the mist she was named for, she continued on to her mark. A semi-decent building made from stone with very cheap wooden windows and door. The sign in front showed a busty vixen with robes held open invitingly and the name scribbled beneath “The Brazen Vixen”. Brothels weren’t illegal per-say, but only those blessed by the Goddess of Love and Truth were sanctioned and permitted by law. Didn’t stop folks from faking those credentials, since the Temple’s of the Goddess were literally Brothels that she had graced with her presence and provided the Priesthood with power. This was not one of those Temples. For one thing, no Temple would have the graffiti marring the stone, broken glass in windows, or the smell of alcohol on the Priests. Nor would a temple allow the beating of any of their clergy as she noticed when she walked through the alley and found a woman bleeding from a wound on her shoulder. The Elven woman was trying to dab the wound with a semi-clean rag, bruises showing on her pale skin that showed her Sylvian blood. It was very rare to find one of them outside of their own lands, xenophobic as their race was. “Here.” she said, offering the woman a cleaner rag from her hip pouch. Without looking, the elf took the rag and pressed it hard to the wound with a hiss. “Thanks.” she responded, her voice low and meek. “Didn’t think they’d rape me on my way home, right outside the house.” she growled through her teeth, not lifting her eyes at all. Aubrey’s own growl was more audible, but she looked around for a moment. “You don’t have a pig sticker?” she asked. “Mistress wont let us have them. Says it’s not right to stick the clients.” “Wow… right. Name?” she asked. “Mine or hers? Eh I’m Marin. The Mistress is-” “Dead. Don’t worry. I don’t care for bitches like that on my turf.” Marin’s head finally lifted up, revealing soft purple eyes that took in Aubrey’s outfit and fur, and then the mask of silver material that hid her eyes from view. “Who?” “Zhara Mistwalker. But for now. Stay here.” With that, she rose back up and snuck around to the back of the Brothel. Originally she had wanted to make the woman that owned this place in to a pawn. But seeing as she offered no defense to her workers, and didn’t provide a home for the girls to feel safe in? No. She likely also kept most of the money herself and didn’t do any of the work either. This wasn’t how you ran a proper Temple to the Goddess, much less a simple Brothel. There weren’t any windows in back on the ground floor, second floor sure, but to keep people from getting in to the building from the back. Instead there was just a simple wooden door. Who thought up the security for this place? It was a nightmare in her mind, even as a Merchant she’d never have such a weak door keeping her business safe. It became worse, when she tried the handle and found it unlocked. “Oh yes. So dead.” Aubrey sighed. Slipping in through the door, she found herself in a back room filled with clothes. Silk, expensive wool, even a single dress made of velvet lined racks and created a small maze of space that she slipped through easily. The sounds coming through the ceiling told her the rooms had no sound proofing spells, which made it very insecure for clients. A single door was all she found to get out, letting out in to a back hallway filled with even more clothes that cluttered up everything. Taking a moment to try and orient herself with the buildings outside walls and where she entered, she took a left down the hall and followed it towards a spot where the noise was less. A few doors led to a closet, a tiny bathroom, and another room stuffed with clothing. The last door she reached was more of what she was looking for. An office space. A semi-broken desk dominated the room along with a set of cabinets, a very richly upholstered chair sat behind the desk and even more clothing lined the walls. “Just a little to focused on clothes I think.” she said to herself, sneaking behind the desk to look through it, pausing only briefly when a single needle trap she found on the bottom right drawer made her pause to disarm it. It was the first sign of security she had found, so her interest spiked in curiosity as she opened the drawer. “Panties. Bras. Stockings. Really? I’m all for guarding my underwear from perverts but you work in a brothel it’s going to be seen, so why here?” Using her stiletto to carefully lift the underwear free and placing it on top of the desk, she saw the woman’s size would be slight and likely half her size in the hip and bust department. Five bras and a bakers dozen of panties later, she exposed the bottom of the drawer and frowned. There was nothing there to explain the trapped drawer. A few taps to the bottom revealed no hidden drawer beneath, a tap to the back showed no extra space covered by wood. Even pulling the drawer free brought nothing extra. So she replaced everything and tilted her head to look around the room for any other possible places to search. No paintings hung on the walls, just clothes. A quick search of the other drawers revealed only a few slips of vellum worth of receipts, another set of panties, and a darkened stick of wood sealed in a lacquer coating. She didn’t touch that last piece. “Fine.” she growled low, standing up and moving to the clothes all over the wall. Piece after piece she moved and revealed nothing. No hidden rooms. No hidden safes. Nothing at all. Her ears caught the sound of movement in the hall, and she quickly slipped behind a few of the hanging clothes on the walls, thankfully enough billowing fabric there to disguise her presence. “I told you, I wanted silk for my cloak. It needs to be silk. Nothing else! No embroidered velvet. Not hems of wool. Nothing but silk!” the voice raged before the door swung open. Aubrey could hear two sets of feet walking in to the room, but not see anything past all the material her clothes-wall was made of. A second voice spoke up, more refined and clearly male. “I understand ma’am. But you must understand that silk will not provide the protection you need for the colder months coming.” “It’s not for the cold you fool. It’s simply for fashion. To be beautiful. To be perfect for me.” “If that is the case, Silk is out of fashion. Crushed Velvet on Wool canvas is the rage these days.” the man responded with a heavy sigh. The woman snorted as she sat in the chair behind the desk. “I don’t care. It’s my money, my design. Do as I command or you’ll never get between your wife’s legs again. But I’ll make sure a bunch of men enjoy themselves between her thighs.” the woman hissed, her voice seeming to ooze the desire to cause the man emotional pain. “After all, it’s your fault she works for me now. You should have kept your dick in your pants and paid what you owed. Now poor little Mrs. has to pay with her pussy for your lust.” the woman crooned as if delighting in torturing the man. “Of course. I’ll have your cloak ready for you in three days. But once I bring it to you, you let my wife go and my debts are paid.” the man responded through clearly clenched teeth. The silence between them held for a few moments before the woman sighed. “Fine. But that cloak better be master quality. Like all your other works.” she hissed. For a moment more there was silence, but then the door opened and someone left. “Finally. Oh well, I’ll have to find a way to hide the fact his wife is dead. Not my fault that guard recognized her and had her charged for adultery. Really it’s his own fault for signing a contract that lets me claim family members as a way to repay his debts.” she sighed, “But what a delight to have a master Tailor to make me clothes, so many lovely clothes. Yes, Yes, I know I will make sure to have some gloves to match the cloak.” she murmured, as if talking to someone else. Is she talking to me? Does she know I’m in here? Aubrey thought to herself. But when no knife stabbed at her through the clothes, no new speech brought up, she realized it was just the woman talking to herself. The sound of her rummaging through the desk and then pausing caught Aubrey’s attention. “Someone’s been in here.” the woman hissed and stood up. Her foot steps were quick, and Aubrey smiled as she was coming towards her side of the room. It took only a second to shift her weight and lunge from the clothing wall at the woman. Her dagger came up, but the woman rolled under her swing. When she popped back up, Aubrey frowned at the short mink. “That explains when your underwear looked to fit a child.” she snarked. The woman’s eyes narrowed, and a sneer crept up her short muzzle. Silver-white fur covered her, showing age that didn’t sit with how she just moved. Her back was ram-rod straight and even at her short size, it was obvious she was well past her late fifties. Yet she moved smoothly, her tail almost as long as she was tall, weaving side to side to keep from letting Aubrey have a chance to stab forward. “Sneaky Rat. Using my clothes to hide. Shame on you. Those vulgar leathers of yours have stained the fabric, I’ll have to burn them now.” the woman hissed. Green eyes turned crimson and the woman’s posture changed to slouching forward as claws extended from her fingers a good four inches; her canines growing in length even as her upper muzzle split down the center and folded up and out to the sides so the longer canines looked more like spider fangs upside down. Her tongue shriveled down her throat to show just an open expanse of smaller teeth. “Oh for fucks sake.” Aubrey snarled, as she drew her scimitar and swung from her hip to her shoulder as hard as she could. “Damn Narsict.” she snapped as the creature jumped back. “Fucking Demon beasts!” she continued to curse as she pursued the monster even as it bolted out the door back in to the hall. She chased, and frowned when nothing showed itself. All of the clothes finally made sense to her. The Narsict were demon’s of greed, that focused on a single passion their host had in life. But the parasite quickly ate the host and took on their roles, but the passion would always be there. This woman had loved clothing, so the demon loved it even more; to the point it needed clothes. It was using the hosts job as a Brothel Mistress to get the money needed to the finer materials, and using contracts to bind people who could support its desire to it. “And now it’s in its den.” she sighed, looking at the clothing lining the hall. Thankfully, this wasn’t a true Demon. Just a beast from the demonic planes and could be killed just like any one else, with lots of stabbing. She just had to find it and avoid the venomous fangs. Her large ears rotated on her skull, tilting up and down to try and track its footsteps. But it was quiet. Thankfully her own movements were silent so it couldn’t follow her movements either. “Mistress, there’s a man who can’t cover his tab.” a voice called from the far end of the hall, to the right of where she originally entered the hallway. “I’ll be there shortly.” the minks voice chimed, but it vibrated oddly in the hallway. Perhaps the demons of its home plane wouldn’t be able to follow its voice, but Aubrey’s hearing made it all to easy. She lunged forward three steps, using her longer legs to get in range, and swung with her scimitar, cleaving through three outfits and catching the Narsict on the leg just as it dodged down the hall. “FUCK!” she snarled, chasing forward several yards before a shriek filled the air, followed by a dozen more. A doorway was at the end of the hall, with no door in it, and three women half dressed on the ground, trying to untangle themselves from one another. But it was the mink darting through the open room and knocking over a few other patrons that Aubrey focused on. Bolting forward, she used her tail to balance herself as she stepped off of chair backs, darting over a table and taking another swing at the monster with her sword, only for its body to contort and twist in the air to land on all fours. It’s maw opened and snapped at her, but she stepped back just a bit as her tail whipped to the side and balanced her footing as she leaned a little to the right and back to avoid claws swinging at her face. With a hiss, the beast jumped upwards, trying to use the open room to get to the second floor, but a large hand grabbed the huge tail from behind and hauled the monster back down. “Now!” a male voice boomed, and Aubrey snapped her sword forward, plunging the curved tip through the creatures open mouth, with a twisting wrench of her wrist the blade pressed up and through the soft-pallet in to the brain. A few hard spasms of its body signaled the creatures doom and Aubrey huffed. “Thanks.” she nodded to a burly ursine man who looked like a wall of muscle had grown fur and started speaking. “Narsict. Nasty things. Isn’t this the Mistress?” the male asked, rubbing his chin as he looked over the corpse. “Yeah, I was going to buy the place. We had a contract written up and everything, but she tried to kill me just as she thought I signed. No ink on the pen though, thankfully.” she responded, lying through her teeth but since Narsict worked through contracts, it was believable. “Huh. Well as a Magistrate, I can approve the transfer of Owner ship since you killed the beast.” Aubrey stiffened, her mask could cause questions but her quick mind pulled out an excuse. “Ehh thank you Magistrate. I’m just glad I had my mask with me, she spit some of her venom in my eyes. But thankfully my gear was made with mud or other substances blinding me in mind.” she laughed, sheathing her sword and stiletto at her hip. “As the new owner, recognized by you, why don’t you enjoy one of my girls for the evening, on the house.” she smiled as best she could, considering she now had blood on her leathers. “I’d need proof you were about to inherit the place first.” the man responded. Her mind raced once more to try and find a way to prove her lie, when a familiar voice popped up. “It’s true. I can vouch for it, I think that’s why I was attacked outside – the owner was hoping to get rid of me so there would be no proof left.” everyone in the room turned and saw the Sylvian woman stepping inside, blood still on her arm but mostly cleaned up, the fresh bruises on her face and chest helping to further prove her recent attack. “Marin!” a few of the working girls shouted, rushing over and trying to assess her. The magistrate frowned and nodded his head. “I know Marin, she’s worked her for years and I’ve seen her discussing business with the owner before. That’s good enough for me then. Congratulations… uhh...?” he paused for Aubrey to fill in her name. “Aubrey.” she responded naturally, and winced internally at using the wrong name. “No sur name? Well that makes this easier then.” the magistrate chuckled, waving his hand in the air. “As verbal proof of a worker has been provided, and the previous owner has been found tainted and dead, I hereby grant Ownership of the Brazen Vixen to, Aubrey.” with that he turned and stood up, walking to Marin and leaning down to whisper in her ear. When she giggled a little and kissed his cheek, Aubrey knew what he asked. “Right... now to get a Blessing to turn this in to a Temple.” she muttered to herself, already heading towards the back rooms. She paused and looked at the gaggle of females looking at her. “Pick out the clothes you like, and fit you, then sell the rest. We’ll use the money to build bedrooms for you all to live in and hire guards. In the mean time, I need some milk.” She started to walk again, but heard one of the women whisper “With those tits she needs milk?” to the others, and all of them giggled. [/////////////// *** ///////////////] “Ok… this… this is happening. Some how he accepted my stupid mask excuse and I got away with it… the fuck is a Magistrate doing in a piece of shit brothel like this any how? Why did he accept that elf’s proof so easily? How am I not clapped in irons and marching to the prison right now?” Aubrey babbled in her new office. The space was a bit nicer after she threw all of the clothes out in to the hall. Four plain walls made the room seem much more open without all the fabric in the way, she’d considered burning it all but then the girls that now worked for her could make some coin off of the material if nothing else, so she left it to them to go through it all and decide what to keep for themselves or to sell. Did she trust them to show the proceeds? Hell no. That’s why she used one of her personal trinkets she’d gotten using her husbands ‘maternity money’ after it came in. It was a charm she could clip to her ear and talk to its partner – which was stuck to Ether’s ear at all times. A quick note to the girl had Tracer on his way, if anyone could make sure she got all the money from the sluts in the other room, it was that boy. In the mean time she worried at her hair with her fingers, her whole plan for this place went belly up in seconds, but some how it had worked out. “The Darkflame’s? No… they didn’t know I would put feelers in a Brothel.” she hissed through her teeth and then took a breath. Her fingers drummed on the desk surface as she looked around the room again. Still four blank walls. A door. Her desk. And a gaudy chair that didn’t belong beneath her. Yup, totally useful information. “A brothel hmm?” a semi-familiar voice spoke from behind her. Aubrey’s neck fur stood on end, and she nearly leaped from her chair – but she carefully, and slowly, turned around to peer at Azmara… and Tracer. Instantly she picked the boy up, planted him in her lap, and started stroking his ears as a way to keep her hands busy and not around the cat’s throat. “Hey sweetie. I got a job for you. Chasing skirts.” she teased, turning herself once more as she thought of how to phrase her quest for the kid. “Ohh? You sell him? I’d love to buy some time with him then.” Azmara spoke with a soft purr that also seemed husky with need. Ok. She’s a horny one. Aubrey thought to herself. How can I use that? OH! “Sure. But it’ll cost you.” Azmara smiled, showing that sharp fangs her race carried in their mouths. “I work for the Shadow Fox Mercenaries, I’m sure I can afford him.” Gotcha. Aubrey smiled wide, “I need this place Blessed to be a true Temple.” Instantly Azmara’s smile dropped, her eyes narrowed and she sighed. “How did you know I was a High Priestess of the Lady Rose?” she questioned. Oh… didn’t know that, but I can work with that! “You’re a rather lusty lady, kinda hard not to figure you for a Priestess, though High Priestess I didn’t know, thanks for telling!” she winked at the feline woman. “But if you want time with Tracer, my Tracer, you gotta pay.” For a moment, Azmara’s ears fell down to her skull and her tail lashed in irritation at her own slip. But finally, after thinking it over, she sighed. “I can not promise a Blessing. That is something only the Lady Rose can perform and only if she chose to. I can promise expressing a strong urging towards the idea, especially since this particular Brothel has been…” she paused to find the right words “Lax, on it’s donations.” Aubrey listened closely, still stroking Tracer’s ears and feeling how the boy relaxed in her lap. It helped her keep her mind in order as she watched the Ferisk and listened to her. “Ok. I can promise two hours of play time with him for that kind of promise from you. If the Goddess Blesses this place as a Temple, I’ll make sure you have two hours with him twice a week. But his job comes before his play time, deal?” The hand that shot out was a bit to quick for her liking, making her think the woman would have taken less time with the fox boy. But Aubrey shook the hand and smiled. “Now, while you’re working on that. I’m going to send Tracer on his Quest!” she turned to look at her little lover, hefting him so his butt sat on the edge of her desk and she could see in to his eyes. “Ok kid. There’s a bunch of sexy ladies out that door who are putting a bunch of clothes together to go sell. I need you to be adorable for them, and go with them when they sell everything. Listen to them, if they are going to steal from me or try to give me less than what the clothes are worth. Then you take the money and their panties, and bring them to me.” she purred. Tracer’s smile was as bright as always, his large ears flopping a little on his head. “Ok.” he barked and was out of her line of sight faster than she could blink, only to be spotted rushing the door and then out it in a flash. “Hmmm… why their panties?” Azmara asked. “Same reason yours are missing and so are mine. The boy has quick fingers and I’ll be able to match scent to each girl through his nose. He doesn’t know their names, and neither do I, so scent will be good for identifying who’s trying to rip me off.” While she spoke, she caught Azmara pulling her skirt hem up and revealing a very bald pussy mound. Her wide eyes at the sight narrowing after a moment. “Those panties cost twenty gold. They better come back.” she hissed at Aubrey, who could only snicker at the expensive underwear going missing on the cat. ~~ The End, for Now ~ Allester E. Darkflame