The letter had come as a surprise to Ver.  Sure, as a mercenary the white tiger had worked for many lords and a few legendary commanders, but he’d never considered himself a person worth singling out.  In fact, sometimes that could be dangerous, notoriety could make you a target for the wrong people.  If you killed someone important, you didn’t want people to know your name.
It had been a while since his last job so he was willing to make the long trek.    Thankfully, he’d finally arrived at the meeting place: The Thirsty Dragon Inn.  The main room was crowded with all sorts of people enjoying their evening. He found an empty chair and sat himself down.  A Bard was standing in a nearby corner playing a song on their lyre.  Ver didn't recognize the song being plucked out from the strings but he found it pleasing to his ears.  As a matter of fact, the Bard was pleasing to his eyes as well.  The rabbit wore a jacket that left its midriff exposed and a skirt barely long enough to be considered decent.  Ver realized there music had stopped and he glanced up at the Bard’s face.  A smile and a wink framed by bright hair caused him to blush slightly despite himself.  The Bard stepped down from the small stage and began weaving through the crowd.  Ver lost sight of the rabbit but then they were right beside him and standing on tip-toe to better reach his ear.
“Stables,” whispered a voice that was less feminine that Ver was expecting,  “five minutes.” Then the Bard was gone.  Ver craned his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of ears or a flash of that bright hair.  The only person he noticed separate from the crowd was a young cleric sitting alone at a large table.  His clean robes marked him as newly ordained but the symbol wasn’t immediately recognizable.  The cleric looked up at Ver and for a moment Ver thought he was about to sit down at the table but then he remembered the Bard.  He went back outside and walked around to the large stables behind the inn.  A soft tune caught his ear and he followed it to a corner stall.  The Bard was sitting on a crate and stopped playing when Ver appeared.
“You seemed to enjoy my music” said the Bard, “would you like to enjoy my mouth as well?”  Ver nodded.
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        “Oh come on!”  groaned Julius, “you’re seriously doing to put the actual game on hold while those two pretend give head?”
“Who said anything about pretending?” said Andrew with a sly grin.  He slipped down under the table and a short moment later Veronica gave a playful giggle as a pair of rabbit ears appeared in her lap.
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        As the Bard knelt down, Ver noticed a bulge in the rabbit’s skirt.
        “Don’t worry about that,” said the Bard as he unbuckled Ver’s trousers, “This will be all about you.”  Ver’s pants were pulled down and his dick barely had a chance to feel the chilly air before it was enveloped in the Bard’s warm mouth.
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        “Wait,” groaned Veronica, putting a hand on Andrew’s head, “how big is my dick?  Could he really fit it all in his mouth?”  Like her character, Veronica was a white tiger with blue hair, but that’s where the physical similarities ended.
        “Are you doubting my skills?” asked Andrew as he stretched out his tongue to take another lick at Veronica’s pussy.
        “Fuck!  Dammit just answer the question.”
        “Well we never bothered to specify during character creation.” replied Destiny,  “but considering the context, Andrew wouldn’t be gulping more than about six inches.”
        “Bullshit!” called Andrew from under the table, “get that horse dildo of yours and we’ll see how much I can take.”
        “Look just fuck already,” whined Julius, “I want to get this game over with.”
        “Don’t hate just because you can’t get any,” moaned Veronica.  She grabbed the base of the rabbit ears in front of her, eliciting a squeak from under the table.
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        Ver had been on the road for a long time.  It had been too long since he’d had someone to keep the nights warm.  The Bard’s enthusiasm broke what little self control he’d still possessed.  He grabbed the bunny’s ears and began to fuck his face with a passion.  He was aware of a gagging sound and a pair of hands grabbing his waist but he didn’t feel any resistance.  All too soon Ver felt himself about to climax.  He tightened his grip on the Bard’s head, holding the squirming bunny against his crotch as he felt his seed being eagerly gulped down.
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        Veronica slumped back in her chair.  A moment later Andrew appeared back in his chair.  He glanced over at Destiny and smirked as he wiped his mouth.
        “I saw what you were doing under the table,” he said, licking his fingers, “Didn’t know you liked to watch, too.”
        “Wait, seriously?” said Julius looking up from his phone, “you’ve been fingering yourself this whole time?”
        “Just watching Veronica get head,” replied Destiny as she licked her own finger, “I could teach you, since it’s not like you’ll be getting much use of your joystick anytime soon.”  Like her brother, Destiny was a brown vole with blonde hair.  Unlike her brother, a scrawnly little twink, she was build like a sex doll.  There was a silence for a moment before Julius said “fuck you.”
        “Not while you’re locked up like that, little bro.”  Julius was about to snap back, but a knock at the door cut him off.  Veronica got up from the table but quickly spun around when Andrew called out “pants.”  Pulling them on as she reached the door, it was opened to reveal a small goat boy standing in front of a large wolf.
        “Glad you could make it, Sven,” smiled Veronica, stepping aside to let the pair in.  The wolf nearly filled the doorframe as he entered, “and I’m glad Boris finally decided to join us.”
        “Internet went down at our place,” said the wolf, “figured I’d come along and see what the little nerd does with his friends.”  Veronica looked over at Sven, who was visibly blushing through his fur.
        “I’m sure you’ll find our nerdy games to be fun,” she said with a mischievous grin.
        Everyone looked up when the trio re-entered the gaming room, then they looked up a bit further in order to meet Boris’s eyes.
        “Close your mouth,” said Julius, looking at Andrew, “you’re drooling on the table.”  In response, Andrew stuck his tongue out at Julius.
        “You didn’t tell me Destiny was going to be here,” said Boris, nudging Sven, “how’s that tattoo feeling, girl?”
        “I don’t have to hold an ice pack between my butt cheeks anymore,” said Destiny with a smirk, “if that’s what your asking,” she turned to Sven, “does he have a character?”  the goat boy frowned, replying, 
“I didn’t have time to put anything together for him.”  Destiny looked back up at Boris,
“Ever played Sepulchers and Succubi before?”
        “No,” he replied, “Sven told me it’s sort of like that Sky Edging game he’s always playing.”
        “If we’re gonna stop again while you roll up another character,” interjected Julius, “I’ll just go to bed right now.  We’ve been here nearly an hour and-”
        “Either be quiet or I’ll tear your panties off and shove them down your bratty throat,” snapped Destiny, causing Julius to flinch.
        “That’ll just make him hard,” added Andrew, “Oh wait!”
        “Shut-up,” mumbled Julius.
        “Now,” continued Destiny, “how about we have you play as Sven’s direwolf companion?  You won’t have to do much and Sven can help you with the rules.”
        “Hang on, so you’re saying I’m like his pet,” asked Boris, cocking an eyebrow.
        “It’s more of a partnership, like what you two are right now.  You’re basically a feral wolf that is really good friends with Sven’s druid.”
        “Hear that little buddy,” said Boris, nudging Sven, “we’re basically playing ourselves in this game.”
        “Thanks, Destiny” said Sven, still looking embarrassed.  Destiny quickly wrote some stuff down on a piece of paper and handed it to Boris.
        “If you have any questions, just ask Sven.  He knows almost as much as me about S&S.  Now, let’s get started.”
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        “I’m glad you all responded to my mistress’s letters,” said the young horse at the head of the table, “I trust you all have had time to get acquainted?”
“I’ve certainly done my part,” said the Bard, winking at the fighter.
        “Yes,” said the cleric, “now what sort of fetch quest does your mistress have for us?”  The horse seemed to glare at the cleric for a moment, but then continued,
        “My mistress keeps a menagerie of exotic creatures and one of them was stolen.  She expected to receive a ransom letter but none has appeared.  She’s worried the kidnapper intends to keep the creature.”
        “Does she have any leads on who stole her pet,” asked the Druid.
        “There was a trail leading into the forest,” answered the horse, “but my mistress judged the forest too dangerous for her household staff.  Which is why she sent for professionals.”  His tone suggested he did not share the same opinion of the assembled party’s abilities.
“It’s already dark,” observed Ver, “we’ll start at first light tomorrow.”
“Fantastic!” explained the Bard, “now onto more important business.  Which room are you staying in tonight, ponyboy?”
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        “Dammit, again?” whined Julius.
        “You bet your ass,” said Andrew, “I wanna seduce that pony.  What do I have to roll?”
“D20,” replied Destiny.  Andrew grabbed the appropriate dice and tossed it.  It stopped with the 16 facing up, “the stallion is impressed by your brazen desire to hook-up.  He tells you to meet him upstairs in 10 minutes.”
“Sweet,” said Andrew, rubbing his hands together, “no where’s that horse dildo of yours?”  Julius groaned into his hands, “hey, I’m gonna invite the cleric along.  He sounds like he could use some stress relief.”
“The cleric declines your offer,” said Destiny as she rummaged through a drawer.  Julius suddenly looked up,
“Hold on, don’t I get a chance to role play too?”
“Your character doesn’t participate in casual sex,” answered Destiny as if reciting some tired fact.
“You said I was a cleric of the Order of Divine Lust!  Bullshit they don’t fuck!”  Sven made a noise that sounded like a chuckle.
“Go ahead and tell him, Sven,” said Destiny as she stood up holding nearly a foot of silicon horse cock & a strapon harness.
“The Order of Divine Lust believes that arousal ties them to divinity,” began the goat, sounding as if he was reading from a book, “most followers practice edging and members of the clergy often endure long periods of chastity.  They-”  He stopped when Veronica started giggling and Andrew was laughing so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.
        “HA! Even your character’s dick is locked up!” teased Andrew, “damn I almost feel sorry for you now.”  Julius was blushing and glaring at Destiny.
        “You said I could play a demon hunter,” Julius, whined.
        “I said I’d build you the best anti-demon character,” replied Destiny, as she started taking off her pants, “your cleric is an expert demonologist.  The ODL grants bonuses to corruption and temptation.  A Succubus would have to be very determined in order to defeat you.”  
        “Well my Bard apologises for insulting the Cleric’s,” Andrew barely suppressed a chuckle, “sacred beliefs.  I tell him he’s welcome to listen at the door if it’ll help him stay aroused for his Goddess,”  The rabbit wiggled out of his pants, his own erect cock bouncing free, “now, I have a pony to ride.”
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Ver was sharing a room with the Cleric.  He’d learned by some curt exchange that the Cleric was named Jules and he was not interested in talking.  Both of them found it difficult to fall asleep due to the fact that they shared a wall with the room occupied by the horse and now the Bard.  Ver almost envied the Druid for sleeping in the stables with his wolf.  
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        “Does stuff like this happen every night,” whispered Boris as he watched Destiny mount Andrew like he was a bitch in heat.  Veronica was pleasuring herself.
        “Uh huh,” replied Sven.  Boris looked down at the bulge in his own pants.  Sure, he made no secret of his relationship with Sven, but they’d barely got passed enthusiastic cuddling.
        “So do we just watch?” he asked.
        “Y-yeah,” said Sven, “our characters are just sleeping in the barn right now.  They’ll be done in a bit.”  Boris looked back at the paper Destiny had given him.  Sven didn’t notice the small grin on his wolf’s face.
        Andrew bottomed out on the strap-on and started grinding his hips into Destiny.
        “Told you I could take a whole horse cock,” he panted.  Destiny grabbed his hips and leaned down to one of his ears, whispering,
        “Ponyboy isn’t done with the Bard yet,” as she started to more vigorously pound his ass.  A series of cute squeaking noises started emitting from the bunny’s throat.
        “My fighter felt a bit intimidated by the horse guy,” said Veronica, “he’s just gonna jerk himself to sleep,” she looked over at Julius, “so what is your Cleric doing during all this?”  Julius was slumped over in his chair, his forehead resting on the table.
        “Can we please just finish this stupid game?” he groaned.