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But first, I hope you enjoy the story of a herm rabbit and her life as classless.

Characters presented are of legal age of consent. ", "writing": "She saw him long before he noticed her. If he noticed her at all. \n\nSkiv crept through the second floor abandoned buildings and ledges as she followed her prey. The black-furred bunny had watched him for maybe an hour now, or less, she didn't really have the best concept of time. They don't teach things like that on the outskirts, and certainly not to the classless. \n\nInstead of math or reading, Skiv learned to creep and skitter. Instead of writing her name, she learned the best ways to use a blade, as well as other weapons she could find at short notice. Experience had taught her where to jump to spy, and practice had made her legs capable of that and more. \n\nBeing classless taught her that the classes underestimated her. A mistake that saved her life more than once whenever the security corps or military training regiments came knocking near where she stayed. Some places she really hated leaving behind. Others she regretted not killing corp scum when she could. Not that she didn't have their blood on her hands. She just killed only when she knew she could get away from them.\n\nHer prey was a familiar one. A mysterious fox that went by the name Drips. Well, that's what she called him since it rained when they met, and he soiled his pants. Even with his hood up, she could tell it was him. The secret was his tail that he tucked behind his backpack to hide his anxiety. Drips was always on edge when alone in this filthy little hole she and he called home. Skiv still hadn't seen his squat.\n\nHe stopped dead center an empty alley where the only light was a dimming trashcan fire. Skiv drew her knife, eyes on the fox as she waited for his first move. As he turned to her, she moved. Pouncing from her ledge and ricocheting off the wall across from her. Hitting the ground, she rolled and tackled the fox, knife to his heart.\n\nOr rather, the knife handle.\n\n``You're dead, Drips.'' she whispered. \n\nThe fox smiled, ``Knife to see you too, Skiv.''\n\n``Knife?'' she furrowed her brow. \n\nHe rolled his eyes, ``Knife, like nice. They sound similar, except you got a knife up to me.''\n\nThe rabbit made an O with her mouth, ``That's ahh...what are those called? Sounds like gun?''\n\n``Pun, Skiv.''\n\nShe snapped her finger, ``Right! That's it,'' she said as she stood up, then pulled the fox boy up, ``Puns. I knew it was something,'' she gave him a light jab to the chest, ``You're the only fur I know who can joke when someone's got a knife to their chest.''\n\nHe winced, ``Well, you're the one holding the knife.''\n\n``What's that supposed to mean?'' \n\n``If you wanted to hurt me, you'd hurt me. Well,'' he grimaced as he scraped some gravel from his fur, ``On purpose anyway. I trust you not to.''\n\nA soft blush grew under her black facial fur. Turning away she sheathed her knife, ``Sure, sure. So, you got anything new in your backpack this time? Or did you run out of good scavenge spots?''\n\nWith a smile, Drips started sorting through his bag. For someone with the perceptual skills of a blind brat, the fox always had a knack for finding something good whenever they met up. Clean water, packaged sweets, and one time even a warm patty. He never divulged where he got them, and Skiv never pressed. Not because she wasn't interested, but because of some strange sense of honor she had with other scavengers: Don't share your quarry unless you can't get it alone, else you'll lose it. \n\nAnd Skiv feared she'd lose interest in Drips if he lost his quarry. Part of her laughed at that, being more interested in a boy than asking where he got his quarry from. Didn't help that he played never stayed around long, preferring to sleep in his squat for safety so he said. \n\nMaybe she could change that today.\n\nHe pulled out a canteen, ``Clean water this time. Might be able to find a sweet or two next time,'' \n\nShe snatched the canteen and started drinking, letting the best water she ever tasted pour down her throat. No specs of dirt or sickness after drinking filled her stomach. Drips's little smile made it all the sweeter. \n\nThe bun's lips met his as she pushed him against the wall, her tongue wrestling his to submission. Not that Drips put up a fight. He didn't just know his place under her, he enjoyed it. She loved that about him, her own cock getting hard at the thought of finally taking his back hole. Anyone else and she would have done it, only natural out here. But with Drips, it was different. She wanted to enjoy it with him, being the only real good thing she had in her life beyond surviving. \n\n``So, Drips,'' she pushed into him, ``You wanna take this somewhere more...comfortable?''\n\n``What do you have in mind, Skiv? A bed of softer gravel?''\n\n``I was thinking, my squat,'' the rabbit cooed, ``I gotta thank ya properly for the gift.''\n\nA nervous frown etched across his face, ``Skiv...I don't know. You know how I feel about staying in unfamiliar places. I'm not great at sleeping with one eye open.''\n\nShe cupped his cute face, ``Well, just for you I bit the bullet and found a squat in a community. They're decent folks, and I've got a lock on my door.''\n\n``You've got a door?''\n\nShe smiled, ``I got a whole shipping container. It's like living class life, `cept I don't answer to corp scum.''\n\nWhile Drips did smile, the nerves didn't seem to go away, ``I don't know, Skiv, these people trustworthy?''\n\nThe black rabbit reached around and squeezed his butt, ``Well if you want, I could take you there as my prisoner. Let everyone know you're mine and thus not to be fucked with. That sound nice?''\n\nThat little submissive spark showcased in his eye, ``Yeah...that kind of does. If it keeps me safe, anyway.'' \n\nShe kissed him softly, ``Course it will, my scavenger bitch.'' she said before roughly turning him against the wall and pulling his sleeves out. Tying them behind him into a little knot. She took off her own scarf and wrapped it around his neck, tying it like a little noose to lead him along, ``Well, prisoner, shall we head to my squat?''\n\n``Yes, Ma'am.''\n\nA dumb little precaution, but one Skiv knew Drips enjoyed for whatever reason. She enjoyed it as well, leading the fox around like a piece of meat through the abandoned buildings of lower Atlantis until they reached her personal skiff, undoing Drips arms so he could hold on as they motored through the waterways. The bunny took extra caution when sneaking through the territory of other scavenger groups or gangs, keeping her engine low or off entirely as they let a current take them through the forgotten streams. For someone who she'd known for, in Drips's words, three months, and an accomplished scavenger in his own right, the fox had a habit of looking too tense whenever they floated by groups. Granted, it wasn't an easy drift for her either, but she kept his pack hidden in a waterproof bag she had strong along with the boat when they went. So long as they didn't hit sharkscum territory, no one was gonna waste their time to deal with them. Especially when they saw Skiv's scarred ears.\n\nAt first, she thought he was some gang boss's bitch. That would have explained why he looked so nice compared to the rest of the dregs around here, and the nice things he shared. But she'd never found any marks of ownership on him. No impromptu brands or scars across his from what she'd seen. Skiv hadn't seen all of Drips yet, however.\n\nThat was gonna change tonight.\n\nSkiv pulled the fox closer as they flowed past the entrance of the little community she'd taken up shop in. An old, from what people told her at least, shipyard packed to the prime with big containers the residents used as little hovels. The abandoned ships made attractive hideouts for gangs, but loud gangs attracted security from above, so most folks stayed out of it.\n\n``Smells bad,'' Drips said. Skiv didn't argue. Out of most squats, this one smelled the worst, what with being so close to the ocean. But that gave the residents who were brave (or at least, stealthy) enough a chance to boat on over to functional shipyards and find some scraps that fell off from fishermen. Or rob them, but only the dumb or desperate did that with any hope of eating their meal. \n\nSkiv turned the skiff to a small dock, where a skinny walrus was standing there waiting, ``You're rent's due,'' he said, a hand gripped tight over an empty pistol holstered in his suspenders. Not that Henry knew Skiv was keen on his intimidation tactic. She just had a little whore's inside help.\n\n``We don't pay rent, Henry,'' she said while docking.\n\n``If you want community, you pay. Works up top, works-'' Skiv jumped from the boat and drew her knife to his neck before he could finish. She smiled while looking down at the pistol and noting how his hand barely moved from it. Finger wasn't even on the trigger.\n\n``We're not,'' she whispered, ``up top, Henry.'' she pulled her knife back, ``But you can take the skiff. Original owner ain't using it anymore.''\n\nGulping, the walrus reached for his throat as he looked over to the skiff, quirking a brow as Drips got out, ``Who's that?''\n\n``Mine.''\n\n``If he's an-'' Henry stopped when he fingered her knife. He stepped back, raising his hands in defense, ``Ok, I'll take the skiff, Skiv, for both of you.''\n\nThe black rabbit ignored him as she grabbed Drips's scarf and pulled him along, ``Original owner?'' he asked, ``Who was the original owner?''\n\n``No one,'' she said, ``Least that's what people will think when they find a new corpse downstream.''\n\nDrips shut up throughout most of the walk. He carried a small but scared expression as they traveled through the maze of shipping containers and the dregs that filled them. She could hear Henry's little whore getting fucked as they passed one of the bigger ones. She gripped her knife while walking by that one, only to take a heavy breath and move on.\n\nHer own personal container was one of the smaller ones, but still bigger than anything she'd ever had by herself. Inside revealed a small assortment of things that few other squatters found worthwhile to steal, such as a tattered blanket that didn't do Skiv many favors and an empty crate she used as a footrest. The outside had a Spartan Security Corp decal that she'd spent many hours carving into with knives and other instruments she found. Drips seemed to be drawn by that little detail the most before she pushed him inside.\n\n``Nice place,'' he said, ``Roomier than mine.''\n\n``Where is yours?'' she asked, pushing up against him after closing the door, ``You seem so nervous around here. Never seen a community?''\n\n``Nah...it's just,'' he paused as he looked around, ``I've got a spot on the east end slums. But I stay away from groups there. Too many raids, ya know?''\n\nShe nodded, slowly stripping away his heavier jacket, ``Skiv...what are you-''\n\n``Shh,'' she brought a finger to his muzzle, ``I wanna thank you for the clean water, my little scavenger,'' she whispered as she started stripping more and more of his clothes away. Hands brushing down his quivering stomach fur to reach his slowly hardening cock. Not the biggest she'd seen, nor the smallest. Though it couldn't compare to hers.\n\n``You've got a cute body, under all your rags,'' she pushed her tongue past his lips, one hand grabbing the back of his head, the other slowly pumping his burgeoning cock. Her own cock tented in her ragged pants, enough to push her covered erection against his hardening rod. He didn't fight her, tongue submitting to hers as she explored every nook and cranny in his maw. A small strand of saliva broke as she pulled back, ``You an escaped slave, Drips?''\n\n``W-what?'' he said, ``No, why do you ask?''\n\n``Curiosity,'' she pulled her cock out of her pants and rubbed it against his, ``I've known you for...fack how long?''\n\n``Three months.''\n\n``Right. I've known you for three months, and you're still a mystery.''\n\n``What's there to know?'' he asked, ``We're all classless, we're not gonna be remembered when we die.''\n\nShe twisted his nipples at that, getting a squeal from the little fox, ``I care. But if you don't wanna talk about your past, I'll drop it,'' Skiv whispered as she softly bit into his neck, leaving little lovebites against his fur. There was something off about the taste as she lathered her tongue through his fur, but she pushed it aside, ``You've just got a body better than most whores I've seen in the slums. Figured maybe you were someone special.''\n\n``You...'' he gasped as she gripped both their cocks in one hand, forcing them to embrace each other, ``You could say that, Skiv.''\n\n``Well, if you were owned by a classed fucker, I think it's only fair I give you what they wouldn't,'' she said, leaning down and bringing his erect mast to his lips, ``Your pleasure, first.'' the rabbit took the fox's cock slow and carefully into her mouth, toying with his base with two fingers and a thumb as she went deeper and deeper. His moans bounced around her eyes like the music she'd heard when sneaking through the classed levels of the city. Her warm breath and tongue coated his member in saliva as she reached the base.\n\n``F-fack, Skiv,'' Drips muttered. She cupped his balls while pulling herself back, massaging them as she went back down. Sometimes she'd circle her tongue around his head, just to make him squeal from the sensitivity. An adventurous finger moved beyond the fox's balls, rubbing and prodding his tight asshole until she could push past the anal ring. Poor thing must have been putting all his energy into standing.\n\n``S-skiv, I'm close,'' he whimpered out. \n\nShe propped off him, ``Do you wanna cum, foxy?''\n\n``I wanna cum,'' Drips nodded, ``Please let me cum,''\n\n``Hmmm...I don't know,'' she said, lazily pumping his cock to keep him at the edge, ``I want something in return.''\n\n``But...you said my pleasure first,'' he whined. \n\nThe rabbit chuckled softly, ``Yeah. Hasn't this been pleasurable?'' she said while pumping him, one finger exploring his ass, ``Course, I'd love to just keep you on the edge. I heard they make little cages for cocks for slaves. Maybe we could find one of those and I lock you up, keep the key around my neck.''\n\n``A-anything,'' he stuttered, ``I can get you anything, Skiv. Just let me cum.''\n\n``You already have what I want, Drips. I just want you to give it.''\n\n``What?'' he breathed heavily, ``Skiv, for Thor's sake, tell me.''\n\nShe took her hand out of his ass and started pumping her own cock, ``Your ass, foxy. Hard to see with your rags, but it's a cute butt I've been wanting to fuck for a while. Will you give it to me?''\n\nThe fox's lips curled to a smile, ``This is extortion, Skiv.''\n\n``Fancy word. Does it mean cruel?'' she asked. His cock pulsed in her hand, so close and ready to spurt. ``Cause I don't mind being a little cruel. Especially with how cute it makes you.''\n\n``Take it...'' he gasped out, ``You can have my ass, Skiv. Just let me cum.''\n\nHe came as soon as she put the member into her moist mouth. Seed filling her cheeks as he mewled like a girl with each strand. Skiv pulled Drips to the ground and spat the seed into her hands, one lubing up her cock, the other toying with his ass to get it nice and slick. With a wide grin, she propped her cock up to his hole, stopping when she saw his nervous glance. She'd seen that look so many times, but in other furs, it never bothered her. Whores sold their bodies for service, they should deal with if a rod is a bit too big for them. Drips was different. She dreamed of ruining his hole, but she didn't want to lose him.\n\n``Hey,'' she leaned over him, face to face, ``We don't have to. I was just lost in the moment.''\n\nHe blinked, ``I did offer, Skiv.''\n\n``After I held your orgasm at the edge,'' she smiled, ``Look, Drips, I like you and-'' Her explanation was cut off by his lips against her lips. The semen still fresh in her mouth swabbed onto his tongue as he explored her from the inside. His smile warmed her face as he broke away and said, ``Don't hesitate, Skiv. It doesn't become you.'' \n\nShe growled while pressing the semen lubed up cock against his hole. Drips bit his lips as she pushed past the ring, digging deeper and deeper into his cavity. Tighter than she expected, even with her finger fucking earlier. From the moans he made, Skiv figured he wasn't some escaped sex slave. She shook her head, his past didn't matter. They were just survivors, day to day in a bitter situation. With few moments of sweetness in between.\n\nHe helped her forget the bitterness, if only for a little while.\n\n``Thor's facking hammer,'' he spat out, only for Skiv to silence him with a kiss. She didn't want to hear about the religions of the classes, the one thing she had trouble dealing with when it came to Drips. His cock rubbed against her while she fucked him, the grind adding an extra layer of stimulus to him. She'd fucked enough dudes to know that, over time, they didn't need any stimulus outside their butt to cum. Skiv looked forward to discovering just how many times with Drips. Though she wasn't sure if she'd last long enough herself. \n\n``Just relax, Drips,'' she pushed into him faster, ``Just relax and be a good little bottom bitch for me,'' the rabbit softly bit his left nipple, smiling at his soft little squeaks. So innocent and tight, her little mysterious fox. Time passed them by as they fucked. Throughout it all, only a few drops of precum dripped from his cock, too few for her liking.\n\n``You getting close?'' she asked, pressing her thumb against the head of his rod. His whines turned to shrieks as she rubbed the sensitive organ. The fox brought his arms up at reflex, but she hooked both wrists in one hand and tightened her grip, ``Nah ah. You don't get a say in this, my little bottom bitch.''\n\n``Now you're being cruel,'' he groaned. She hilted him, pumping his cock with two fingers and a thumb rhythmically along with her thrusting. This wasn't cruel. Cruel was corp security knocking down your shacks because someone didn't like you living under a bridge. Cruel was gangs that think they can make you do whatever through force of will, going as far to drag furs through the streets and making them whores. \n\nBut keeping him on edge? If this was cruel, then she'd happily do it all over. \n\n``Fack...'' Skiv muttered, ``I'm close. Are you?''\n\nDrips tried shaking his head, but the fox had become too lost in pleasure to notice. She pumped him, fucking him harder along with it. The rabbit should have gagged him. If only to make his moans all the cuter. He spurted before her, coating his fur with a few strands of cum while she filled his hole like some of the treats he found her. \n\nThe breathing of the two furs echoed off the metal walls as she slumped over him, the fresh cum across his fur sticking against hers as she kissed him. A small pop came when she pulled out of him, her ears furled as she nuzzled against his neck. She dragged her tongue across it, tasting something metallic. Probably just the iron dust from her container.\n\n``Hey,'' she whispered to him, ``Did you like it?''\n\n``Yeah...that was my first, Skiv.'' \n\n``Frag...'' the rabbit rolled over and trailed a finger through his fur, ``You are a lucky fox. Luckiest I've ever met.''\n\n``How do you figure?'' he smiled, ``I'm classless after all.''\n\n``Yeah, but you lost your virginity to me,'' she ruffled his hair, ``I have more fingers than the amount of furs I know who've had consent for their first time down here.''\n\n``Y-yeah...'' he looked over to the door. She already knew what was going through his mind. How long had he been with her today? Not long enough, not for her.\n\n``Why don't you stay?'' she asked.\n\nHe didn't answer, only lying back and looking up to the ceiling. An uncomfortable silence filled her container before he spoke, ``I'm scared.'' \n\n``I'm here,'' she whispered, ``This community is pretty quiet. You'd be safe here if you stayed,'' she held his hands, ``With me.'' \n\n``I...I don't know, Skiv.'' he muttered, ``I don't know this side of the city super well. I wouldn't be as good a scavenger.''\n\n``So?'' \n\n``Means no more clean water, Skiv,'' he looked over to her, green eyes into her blue, ``No more of those sweets either.'' he said solemnly, as though that was all she wanted him for. The bunny weighed it in her head, much to her shame. The sweets he scavenged made her life less bitter, but they weren't all that did.\n\nShe kissed him softly, ``That's fine. You're the only kind of sweet I need right now.'' she said, ``But we can sleep on it, if you'd like.''\n\n``No one's gonna come in?'' he asked. She nodded, cuddling up closer to him.\n\n``No one,'' she closed her eyes, ``Promise me you'll still be here when I wake up.\n\nHis hand held hers, ``I promise, Skiv.'' \n\n***\n\nA scream or two wasn't an uncommon alarm, but plenty happening at once wasn't what Skiv expected. Eyes open one second, on her feet the next, Skiv drew a knife and braced herself against the door. Ear against cold metal, she listened for any racing footsteps or shots being fired nearby. \n\nNone near her, but the background noise wasn't too far off. \n\n``What's going-'' she pounced onto Drips and covered the fox's mouth. Grip tight enough that he struggled in her hands.\n\n``Shh,'' she whispered, ``Be quiet and get your clothes on. It's not safe here.'' she commanded.\n\nHe broke the first command as soon as she let go, ``What do you mean it isn't safe?'' he asked, with the following bullet spray in the distance answering him. Eyes wide, skin whitening under his fur, the fox nearly curled into a ball, ``Fack...fack...''\n\n``Get dressed,'' she tossed his pants and shawl to him, ``I know a way out, but we need to move fast.'' Skiv peaked out from a crack in her shed. Furs were already running in her direction. Not a good sign, meant the docks were where the attack was. Sure, the docs weren't her only way out of here, but they were the best option if she wanted to get Drips out. \n\nSkiv pulled her pants up, grabbed the box and pulled the fox along the makeshift allies of the community. It was painful to see burning, but not because she cared much about the inhabitants. This place was her best shot to keep Drips around.\n\n``The shots are getting louder.''\n\n``That's `cause we're running towards them.''\n\n``What? Why?! Shouldn't we be running away?''\n\n``Drips, do-'' she pushed him into an open shipping container as a VTOL flew by, ``Fack, of course, I'm right.''\n\n``Right? What do you mean?'' he asked with terror on the edge of his voice.\n\n``They're herding us. Explains why they're not just bombing us, they don't expect much pushback,'' Skiv explained while she grabbed Drips by his shirt collar and tugged him along, ``We just need to grab a boat and head into the tunnels. They won't follow us in there, not worth their trouble.''\n\nDrips didn't say anything. The fox's eyes darted about as they ran through the streets while they dodged or just missed armed patrols of faceless corp soldiers. They didn't carry the same helmed emblem she despised, so she had enough focus to keep Drips in check. The fox, however, looked like he was ready to wet himself, and tried to reach for his backpack only to stop at the last second each time. If they weren't trying to escape with their lives, she might have asked him about that.\n\nThree guards stood watch at the docks where Henry worked. Furs hidden in faceless and grey security armor, with two carrying rail rifles. She cursed under her breath from their hiding spot, knowing if she waited for them to move they might just destroy any boats remaining. She'd seen the tactic before, place a few scary-looking guards at escape routes to keep classless from escaping in ways you didn't want. Judging from the dead furs on the ground, the tactic was working. \n\nShe looked to her knife. Not sharp enough to pierce the armor up close, best she could do is stab into joints or cut their necks. That's difficult enough for one guard, three was suicide. ``Drips, do you have any weapons in the bag?'' she asked. The fervourous shaking of his head did not fill her with confidence that he had anything remotely useful for this.\n\nTaking a heavy breath, she pulled the scared fox in for a kiss, ``I'm gonna make those guards move. When they're gone, take a skiff and get out of here.'' she brought her finger to his lips to shush him, ``I'll find you. Don't worry,'' she said, half lying. Her coming across him first today was pure luck.\n\nLuck she needed right now. \n\nLooking around their new hovel, she took note of a few canisters that the previous resident had been using to all manner of things. Good enough for her. Grabbing them, she raced out their shelter and climbed up to the roof, immediately throwing one over to the trio of guards, ``Eat it, corp facks!'' she screamed, racing from the roof to the nearby floor to dodge confused gunfire. \n\nShe climbed up another immediately, laying flat against the roof as she listened for who followed her. The rabbit grimaced when she heard two sets of footprints. One she'd hope for, she could take that by surprise and maybe walk away from. Two were trickier. She didn't have two knives to jut into their necks. \n\nPeeking down from the roof, the noticed the guards signaling each other to break off and search other containers. A smile crept across her lips as she watched one creep closer and closer, knife shaking in her hand as she counted the beats in her heartbeat. \n\nHe opened the door under her, she flipped down. Luck on her side as her knife missed the armor of his helmet and slipped deep into his kneck. She turned with him as he fell, more to avoid any incoming fire from his teammate as he fell. None came, she'd been successfully quiet. \n\nCourse, heavy armor hitting a metal container ruined that. \n\nFootsteps turned into a sprint, Skiv grabbed the rifle and aimed it towards the door. The fur in armor lined up to her, letting her unload the entire clip as she blindly fired the gun, holding onto it for dear life as the rifle kicked back at her. When she opened her eyes, the guard was twitching on the floor. Her knife made sure the twitching stopped.\n\n``Serves ya right!'' she kicked the dead guard, ``Facking bootlickers! You made a mistake of coming down here!'' Skiv laughed as she looted the bodies. Guns were good if a bit awkward to lug around, but their knives were fantastic. Nothing like hers, they were clean and sharp. The cut through the corpo guards synth leather with barely any force. New knives in place, and a gun, she headed out to confront the last guard.\n\nShe toppled to the ground as a bullet lodged itself in her leg. Swearing, she rolled over and saw the third guard walking up to her, pistol in his hands. He shot her again as she aimed the rifle, hitting her shoulder and robbing all strength from the rabbit. \n\n``You classless bitch!'' he roared, cracking her ribs with an armored boot, ``You killed two of my friends!''\n\n``Fack off,'' she spat out, earning her a swift punch to the face. She smiled, not because she annoyed him. If he was here, that meant Drips had a chance to escape. Sure, she'd never see him again, but it felt nice knowing she helped him out.\n\nNice. That was a rare feeling.\n\n``You got anything to say, classless?'' the guard said, grabbing her headfur and bringing his pistol to her face, ``Anything to say before I blow your facking brains out?''\n\nShe saw his face. You couldn't see past the dark shading of the helms in the distance, but up close she could see the panic and rage across what looked to be a rabbit not too different from herself. Except he was raised in luxury compared to her. Never had to fight and kill for a meal, or sleep with one eye open. She spat into it, letting the saliva slowly drip down his visor as he forced his gun into her mouth.\n\nA shot when off. She blinked. The gun didn't fire, but she heard a shot. The guard's grip loosened and her head fell to the cement ladened ground. Bullets lodged in her limbs made it difficult to move, the pain made it hard to focus, but from the corner of her eyes, she saw the familiar shape of Drips heading towards her, gun in his hand. \n\n``Fack...oh Thor I just killed someone,'' he said, mewling to himself as he pushed the dead body off of her. Skiv kept staring at the pistol in his hand. Didn't he tell her he wasn't armed?\n\n``Skiv?'' he snapped his finger, ``Skiv, stay with me.'' \n\n``What're...gun...skiff...'' her words were becoming mush as she started to fade, his cries becoming muted as the world around her blackened. The last thing clear in her mind was that Drips saved her. \n\nAnd lied to her.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "She saw him long before he noticed her. If he noticed her at all.

Skiv crept through the second floor abandoned buildings and ledges as she followed her prey. The black-furred bunny had watched him for maybe an hour now, or less, she didn't really have the best concept of time. They don't teach things like that on the outskirts, and certainly not to the classless.

Instead of math or reading, Skiv learned to creep and skitter. Instead of writing her name, she learned the best ways to use a blade, as well as other weapons she could find at short notice. Experience had taught her where to jump to spy, and practice had made her legs capable of that and more.

Being classless taught her that the classes underestimated her. A mistake that saved her life more than once whenever the security corps or military training regiments came knocking near where she stayed. Some places she really hated leaving behind. Others she regretted not killing corp scum when she could. Not that she didn't have their blood on her hands. She just killed only when she knew she could get away from them.

Her prey was a familiar one. A mysterious fox that went by the name Drips. Well, that's what she called him since it rained when they met, and he soiled his pants. Even with his hood up, she could tell it was him. The secret was his tail that he tucked behind his backpack to hide his anxiety. Drips was always on edge when alone in this filthy little hole she and he called home. Skiv still hadn't seen his squat.

He stopped dead center an empty alley where the only light was a dimming trashcan fire. Skiv drew her knife, eyes on the fox as she waited for his first move. As he turned to her, she moved. Pouncing from her ledge and ricocheting off the wall across from her. Hitting the ground, she rolled and tackled the fox, knife to his heart.

Or rather, the knife handle.

``You're dead, Drips.'' she whispered.

The fox smiled, ``Knife to see you too, Skiv.''

``Knife?'' she furrowed her brow.

He rolled his eyes, ``Knife, like nice. They sound similar, except you got a knife up to me.''

The rabbit made an O with her mouth, ``That's ahh...what are those called? Sounds like gun?''

``Pun, Skiv.''

She snapped her finger, ``Right! That's it,'' she said as she stood up, then pulled the fox boy up, ``Puns. I knew it was something,'' she gave him a light jab to the chest, ``You're the only fur I know who can joke when someone's got a knife to their chest.''

He winced, ``Well, you're the one holding the knife.''

``What's that supposed to mean?''

``If you wanted to hurt me, you'd hurt me. Well,'' he grimaced as he scraped some gravel from his fur, ``On purpose anyway. I trust you not to.''

A soft blush grew under her black facial fur. Turning away she sheathed her knife, ``Sure, sure. So, you got anything new in your backpack this time? Or did you run out of good scavenge spots?''

With a smile, Drips started sorting through his bag. For someone with the perceptual skills of a blind brat, the fox always had a knack for finding something good whenever they met up. Clean water, packaged sweets, and one time even a warm patty. He never divulged where he got them, and Skiv never pressed. Not because she wasn't interested, but because of some strange sense of honor she had with other scavengers: Don't share your quarry unless you can't get it alone, else you'll lose it.

And Skiv feared she'd lose interest in Drips if he lost his quarry. Part of her laughed at that, being more interested in a boy than asking where he got his quarry from. Didn't help that he played never stayed around long, preferring to sleep in his squat for safety so he said.

Maybe she could change that today.

He pulled out a canteen, ``Clean water this time. Might be able to find a sweet or two next time,''

She snatched the canteen and started drinking, letting the best water she ever tasted pour down her throat. No specs of dirt or sickness after drinking filled her stomach. Drips's little smile made it all the sweeter.

The bun's lips met his as she pushed him against the wall, her tongue wrestling his to submission. Not that Drips put up a fight. He didn't just know his place under her, he enjoyed it. She loved that about him, her own cock getting hard at the thought of finally taking his back hole. Anyone else and she would have done it, only natural out here. But with Drips, it was different. She wanted to enjoy it with him, being the only real good thing she had in her life beyond surviving.

``So, Drips,'' she pushed into him, ``You wanna take this somewhere more...comfortable?''

``What do you have in mind, Skiv? A bed of softer gravel?''

``I was thinking, my squat,'' the rabbit cooed, ``I gotta thank ya properly for the gift.''

A nervous frown etched across his face, ``Skiv...I don't know. You know how I feel about staying in unfamiliar places. I'm not great at sleeping with one eye open.''

She cupped his cute face, ``Well, just for you I bit the bullet and found a squat in a community. They're decent folks, and I've got a lock on my door.''

``You've got a door?''

She smiled, ``I got a whole shipping container. It's like living class life, `cept I don't answer to corp scum.''

While Drips did smile, the nerves didn't seem to go away, ``I don't know, Skiv, these people trustworthy?''

The black rabbit reached around and squeezed his butt, ``Well if you want, I could take you there as my prisoner. Let everyone know you're mine and thus not to be fucked with. That sound nice?''

That little submissive spark showcased in his eye, ``Yeah...that kind of does. If it keeps me safe, anyway.''

She kissed him softly, ``Course it will, my scavenger bitch.'' she said before roughly turning him against the wall and pulling his sleeves out. Tying them behind him into a little knot. She took off her own scarf and wrapped it around his neck, tying it like a little noose to lead him along, ``Well, prisoner, shall we head to my squat?''

``Yes, Ma'am.''

A dumb little precaution, but one Skiv knew Drips enjoyed for whatever reason. She enjoyed it as well, leading the fox around like a piece of meat through the abandoned buildings of lower Atlantis until they reached her personal skiff, undoing Drips arms so he could hold on as they motored through the waterways. The bunny took extra caution when sneaking through the territory of other scavenger groups or gangs, keeping her engine low or off entirely as they let a current take them through the forgotten streams. For someone who she'd known for, in Drips's words, three months, and an accomplished scavenger in his own right, the fox had a habit of looking too tense whenever they floated by groups. Granted, it wasn't an easy drift for her either, but she kept his pack hidden in a waterproof bag she had strong along with the boat when they went. So long as they didn't hit sharkscum territory, no one was gonna waste their time to deal with them. Especially when they saw Skiv's scarred ears.

At first, she thought he was some gang boss's bitch. That would have explained why he looked so nice compared to the rest of the dregs around here, and the nice things he shared. But she'd never found any marks of ownership on him. No impromptu brands or scars across his from what she'd seen. Skiv hadn't seen all of Drips yet, however.

That was gonna change tonight.

Skiv pulled the fox closer as they flowed past the entrance of the little community she'd taken up shop in. An old, from what people told her at least, shipyard packed to the prime with big containers the residents used as little hovels. The abandoned ships made attractive hideouts for gangs, but loud gangs attracted security from above, so most folks stayed out of it.

``Smells bad,'' Drips said. Skiv didn't argue. Out of most squats, this one smelled the worst, what with being so close to the ocean. But that gave the residents who were brave (or at least, stealthy) enough a chance to boat on over to functional shipyards and find some scraps that fell off from fishermen. Or rob them, but only the dumb or desperate did that with any hope of eating their meal.

Skiv turned the skiff to a small dock, where a skinny walrus was standing there waiting, ``You're rent's due,'' he said, a hand gripped tight over an empty pistol holstered in his suspenders. Not that Henry knew Skiv was keen on his intimidation tactic. She just had a little whore's inside help.

``We don't pay rent, Henry,'' she said while docking.

``If you want community, you pay. Works up top, works-'' Skiv jumped from the boat and drew her knife to his neck before he could finish. She smiled while looking down at the pistol and noting how his hand barely moved from it. Finger wasn't even on the trigger.

``We're not,'' she whispered, ``up top, Henry.'' she pulled her knife back, ``But you can take the skiff. Original owner ain't using it anymore.''

Gulping, the walrus reached for his throat as he looked over to the skiff, quirking a brow as Drips got out, ``Who's that?''

``Mine.''

``If he's an-'' Henry stopped when he fingered her knife. He stepped back, raising his hands in defense, ``Ok, I'll take the skiff, Skiv, for both of you.''

The black rabbit ignored him as she grabbed Drips's scarf and pulled him along, ``Original owner?'' he asked, ``Who was the original owner?''

``No one,'' she said, ``Least that's what people will think when they find a new corpse downstream.''

Drips shut up throughout most of the walk. He carried a small but scared expression as they traveled through the maze of shipping containers and the dregs that filled them. She could hear Henry's little whore getting fucked as they passed one of the bigger ones. She gripped her knife while walking by that one, only to take a heavy breath and move on.

Her own personal container was one of the smaller ones, but still bigger than anything she'd ever had by herself. Inside revealed a small assortment of things that few other squatters found worthwhile to steal, such as a tattered blanket that didn't do Skiv many favors and an empty crate she used as a footrest. The outside had a Spartan Security Corp decal that she'd spent many hours carving into with knives and other instruments she found. Drips seemed to be drawn by that little detail the most before she pushed him inside.

``Nice place,'' he said, ``Roomier than mine.''

``Where is yours?'' she asked, pushing up against him after closing the door, ``You seem so nervous around here. Never seen a community?''

``Nah...it's just,'' he paused as he looked around, ``I've got a spot on the east end slums. But I stay away from groups there. Too many raids, ya know?''

She nodded, slowly stripping away his heavier jacket, ``Skiv...what are you-''

``Shh,'' she brought a finger to his muzzle, ``I wanna thank you for the clean water, my little scavenger,'' she whispered as she started stripping more and more of his clothes away. Hands brushing down his quivering stomach fur to reach his slowly hardening cock. Not the biggest she'd seen, nor the smallest. Though it couldn't compare to hers.

``You've got a cute body, under all your rags,'' she pushed her tongue past his lips, one hand grabbing the back of his head, the other slowly pumping his burgeoning cock. Her own cock tented in her ragged pants, enough to push her covered erection against his hardening rod. He didn't fight her, tongue submitting to hers as she explored every nook and cranny in his maw. A small strand of saliva broke as she pulled back, ``You an escaped slave, Drips?''

``W-what?'' he said, ``No, why do you ask?''

``Curiosity,'' she pulled her cock out of her pants and rubbed it against his, ``I've known you for...fack how long?''

``Three months.''

``Right. I've known you for three months, and you're still a mystery.''

``What's there to know?'' he asked, ``We're all classless, we're not gonna be remembered when we die.''

She twisted his nipples at that, getting a squeal from the little fox, ``I care. But if you don't wanna talk about your past, I'll drop it,'' Skiv whispered as she softly bit into his neck, leaving little lovebites against his fur. There was something off about the taste as she lathered her tongue through his fur, but she pushed it aside, ``You've just got a body better than most whores I've seen in the slums. Figured maybe you were someone special.''

``You...'' he gasped as she gripped both their cocks in one hand, forcing them to embrace each other, ``You could say that, Skiv.''

``Well, if you were owned by a classed fucker, I think it's only fair I give you what they wouldn't,'' she said, leaning down and bringing his erect mast to his lips, ``Your pleasure, first.'' the rabbit took the fox's cock slow and carefully into her mouth, toying with his base with two fingers and a thumb as she went deeper and deeper. His moans bounced around her eyes like the music she'd heard when sneaking through the classed levels of the city. Her warm breath and tongue coated his member in saliva as she reached the base.

``F-fack, Skiv,'' Drips muttered. She cupped his balls while pulling herself back, massaging them as she went back down. Sometimes she'd circle her tongue around his head, just to make him squeal from the sensitivity. An adventurous finger moved beyond the fox's balls, rubbing and prodding his tight asshole until she could push past the anal ring. Poor thing must have been putting all his energy into standing.

``S-skiv, I'm close,'' he whimpered out.

She propped off him, ``Do you wanna cum, foxy?''

``I wanna cum,'' Drips nodded, ``Please let me cum,''

``Hmmm...I don't know,'' she said, lazily pumping his cock to keep him at the edge, ``I want something in return.''

``But...you said my pleasure first,'' he whined.

The rabbit chuckled softly, ``Yeah. Hasn't this been pleasurable?'' she said while pumping him, one finger exploring his ass, ``Course, I'd love to just keep you on the edge. I heard they make little cages for cocks for slaves. Maybe we could find one of those and I lock you up, keep the key around my neck.''

``A-anything,'' he stuttered, ``I can get you anything, Skiv. Just let me cum.''

``You already have what I want, Drips. I just want you to give it.''

``What?'' he breathed heavily, ``Skiv, for Thor's sake, tell me.''

She took her hand out of his ass and started pumping her own cock, ``Your ass, foxy. Hard to see with your rags, but it's a cute butt I've been wanting to fuck for a while. Will you give it to me?''

The fox's lips curled to a smile, ``This is extortion, Skiv.''

``Fancy word. Does it mean cruel?'' she asked. His cock pulsed in her hand, so close and ready to spurt. ``Cause I don't mind being a little cruel. Especially with how cute it makes you.''

``Take it...'' he gasped out, ``You can have my ass, Skiv. Just let me cum.''

He came as soon as she put the member into her moist mouth. Seed filling her cheeks as he mewled like a girl with each strand. Skiv pulled Drips to the ground and spat the seed into her hands, one lubing up her cock, the other toying with his ass to get it nice and slick. With a wide grin, she propped her cock up to his hole, stopping when she saw his nervous glance. She'd seen that look so many times, but in other furs, it never bothered her. Whores sold their bodies for service, they should deal with if a rod is a bit too big for them. Drips was different. She dreamed of ruining his hole, but she didn't want to lose him.

``Hey,'' she leaned over him, face to face, ``We don't have to. I was just lost in the moment.''

He blinked, ``I did offer, Skiv.''

``After I held your orgasm at the edge,'' she smiled, ``Look, Drips, I like you and-'' Her explanation was cut off by his lips against her lips. The semen still fresh in her mouth swabbed onto his tongue as he explored her from the inside. His smile warmed her face as he broke away and said, ``Don't hesitate, Skiv. It doesn't become you.''

She growled while pressing the semen lubed up cock against his hole. Drips bit his lips as she pushed past the ring, digging deeper and deeper into his cavity. Tighter than she expected, even with her finger fucking earlier. From the moans he made, Skiv figured he wasn't some escaped sex slave. She shook her head, his past didn't matter. They were just survivors, day to day in a bitter situation. With few moments of sweetness in between.

He helped her forget the bitterness, if only for a little while.

``Thor's facking hammer,'' he spat out, only for Skiv to silence him with a kiss. She didn't want to hear about the religions of the classes, the one thing she had trouble dealing with when it came to Drips. His cock rubbed against her while she fucked him, the grind adding an extra layer of stimulus to him. She'd fucked enough dudes to know that, over time, they didn't need any stimulus outside their butt to cum. Skiv looked forward to discovering just how many times with Drips. Though she wasn't sure if she'd last long enough herself.

``Just relax, Drips,'' she pushed into him faster, ``Just relax and be a good little bottom bitch for me,'' the rabbit softly bit his left nipple, smiling at his soft little squeaks. So innocent and tight, her little mysterious fox. Time passed them by as they fucked. Throughout it all, only a few drops of precum dripped from his cock, too few for her liking.

``You getting close?'' she asked, pressing her thumb against the head of his rod. His whines turned to shrieks as she rubbed the sensitive organ. The fox brought his arms up at reflex, but she hooked both wrists in one hand and tightened her grip, ``Nah ah. You don't get a say in this, my little bottom bitch.''

``Now you're being cruel,'' he groaned. She hilted him, pumping his cock with two fingers and a thumb rhythmically along with her thrusting. This wasn't cruel. Cruel was corp security knocking down your shacks because someone didn't like you living under a bridge. Cruel was gangs that think they can make you do whatever through force of will, going as far to drag furs through the streets and making them whores.

But keeping him on edge? If this was cruel, then she'd happily do it all over.

``Fack...'' Skiv muttered, ``I'm close. Are you?''

Drips tried shaking his head, but the fox had become too lost in pleasure to notice. She pumped him, fucking him harder along with it. The rabbit should have gagged him. If only to make his moans all the cuter. He spurted before her, coating his fur with a few strands of cum while she filled his hole like some of the treats he found her.

The breathing of the two furs echoed off the metal walls as she slumped over him, the fresh cum across his fur sticking against hers as she kissed him. A small pop came when she pulled out of him, her ears furled as she nuzzled against his neck. She dragged her tongue across it, tasting something metallic. Probably just the iron dust from her container.

``Hey,'' she whispered to him, ``Did you like it?''

``Yeah...that was my first, Skiv.''

``Frag...'' the rabbit rolled over and trailed a finger through his fur, ``You are a lucky fox. Luckiest I've ever met.''

``How do you figure?'' he smiled, ``I'm classless after all.''

``Yeah, but you lost your virginity to me,'' she ruffled his hair, ``I have more fingers than the amount of furs I know who've had consent for their first time down here.''

``Y-yeah...'' he looked over to the door. She already knew what was going through his mind. How long had he been with her today? Not long enough, not for her.

``Why don't you stay?'' she asked.

He didn't answer, only lying back and looking up to the ceiling. An uncomfortable silence filled her container before he spoke, ``I'm scared.''

``I'm here,'' she whispered, ``This community is pretty quiet. You'd be safe here if you stayed,'' she held his hands, ``With me.''

``I...I don't know, Skiv.'' he muttered, ``I don't know this side of the city super well. I wouldn't be as good a scavenger.''

``So?''

``Means no more clean water, Skiv,'' he looked over to her, green eyes into her blue, ``No more of those sweets either.'' he said solemnly, as though that was all she wanted him for. The bunny weighed it in her head, much to her shame. The sweets he scavenged made her life less bitter, but they weren't all that did.

She kissed him softly, ``That's fine. You're the only kind of sweet I need right now.'' she said, ``But we can sleep on it, if you'd like.''

``No one's gonna come in?'' he asked. She nodded, cuddling up closer to him.

``No one,'' she closed her eyes, ``Promise me you'll still be here when I wake up.

His hand held hers, ``I promise, Skiv.''

***

A scream or two wasn't an uncommon alarm, but plenty happening at once wasn't what Skiv expected. Eyes open one second, on her feet the next, Skiv drew a knife and braced herself against the door. Ear against cold metal, she listened for any racing footsteps or shots being fired nearby.

None near her, but the background noise wasn't too far off.

``What's going-'' she pounced onto Drips and covered the fox's mouth. Grip tight enough that he struggled in her hands.

``Shh,'' she whispered, ``Be quiet and get your clothes on. It's not safe here.'' she commanded.

He broke the first command as soon as she let go, ``What do you mean it isn't safe?'' he asked, with the following bullet spray in the distance answering him. Eyes wide, skin whitening under his fur, the fox nearly curled into a ball, ``Fack...fack...''

``Get dressed,'' she tossed his pants and shawl to him, ``I know a way out, but we need to move fast.'' Skiv peaked out from a crack in her shed. Furs were already running in her direction. Not a good sign, meant the docks were where the attack was. Sure, the docs weren't her only way out of here, but they were the best option if she wanted to get Drips out.

Skiv pulled her pants up, grabbed the box and pulled the fox along the makeshift allies of the community. It was painful to see burning, but not because she cared much about the inhabitants. This place was her best shot to keep Drips around.

``The shots are getting louder.''

``That's `cause we're running towards them.''

``What? Why?! Shouldn't we be running away?''

``Drips, do-'' she pushed him into an open shipping container as a VTOL flew by, ``Fack, of course, I'm right.''

``Right? What do you mean?'' he asked with terror on the edge of his voice.

``They're herding us. Explains why they're not just bombing us, they don't expect much pushback,'' Skiv explained while she grabbed Drips by his shirt collar and tugged him along, ``We just need to grab a boat and head into the tunnels. They won't follow us in there, not worth their trouble.''

Drips didn't say anything. The fox's eyes darted about as they ran through the streets while they dodged or just missed armed patrols of faceless corp soldiers. They didn't carry the same helmed emblem she despised, so she had enough focus to keep Drips in check. The fox, however, looked like he was ready to wet himself, and tried to reach for his backpack only to stop at the last second each time. If they weren't trying to escape with their lives, she might have asked him about that.

Three guards stood watch at the docks where Henry worked. Furs hidden in faceless and grey security armor, with two carrying rail rifles. She cursed under her breath from their hiding spot, knowing if she waited for them to move they might just destroy any boats remaining. She'd seen the tactic before, place a few scary-looking guards at escape routes to keep classless from escaping in ways you didn't want. Judging from the dead furs on the ground, the tactic was working.

She looked to her knife. Not sharp enough to pierce the armor up close, best she could do is stab into joints or cut their necks. That's difficult enough for one guard, three was suicide. ``Drips, do you have any weapons in the bag?'' she asked. The fervourous shaking of his head did not fill her with confidence that he had anything remotely useful for this.

Taking a heavy breath, she pulled the scared fox in for a kiss, ``I'm gonna make those guards move. When they're gone, take a skiff and get out of here.'' she brought her finger to his lips to shush him, ``I'll find you. Don't worry,'' she said, half lying. Her coming across him first today was pure luck.

Luck she needed right now.

Looking around their new hovel, she took note of a few canisters that the previous resident had been using to all manner of things. Good enough for her. Grabbing them, she raced out their shelter and climbed up to the roof, immediately throwing one over to the trio of guards, ``Eat it, corp facks!'' she screamed, racing from the roof to the nearby floor to dodge confused gunfire.

She climbed up another immediately, laying flat against the roof as she listened for who followed her. The rabbit grimaced when she heard two sets of footprints. One she'd hope for, she could take that by surprise and maybe walk away from. Two were trickier. She didn't have two knives to jut into their necks.

Peeking down from the roof, the noticed the guards signaling each other to break off and search other containers. A smile crept across her lips as she watched one creep closer and closer, knife shaking in her hand as she counted the beats in her heartbeat.

He opened the door under her, she flipped down. Luck on her side as her knife missed the armor of his helmet and slipped deep into his kneck. She turned with him as he fell, more to avoid any incoming fire from his teammate as he fell. None came, she'd been successfully quiet.

Course, heavy armor hitting a metal container ruined that.

Footsteps turned into a sprint, Skiv grabbed the rifle and aimed it towards the door. The fur in armor lined up to her, letting her unload the entire clip as she blindly fired the gun, holding onto it for dear life as the rifle kicked back at her. When she opened her eyes, the guard was twitching on the floor. Her knife made sure the twitching stopped.

``Serves ya right!'' she kicked the dead guard, ``Facking bootlickers! You made a mistake of coming down here!'' Skiv laughed as she looted the bodies. Guns were good if a bit awkward to lug around, but their knives were fantastic. Nothing like hers, they were clean and sharp. The cut through the corpo guards synth leather with barely any force. New knives in place, and a gun, she headed out to confront the last guard.

She toppled to the ground as a bullet lodged itself in her leg. Swearing, she rolled over and saw the third guard walking up to her, pistol in his hands. He shot her again as she aimed the rifle, hitting her shoulder and robbing all strength from the rabbit.

``You classless bitch!'' he roared, cracking her ribs with an armored boot, ``You killed two of my friends!''

``Fack off,'' she spat out, earning her a swift punch to the face. She smiled, not because she annoyed him. If he was here, that meant Drips had a chance to escape. Sure, she'd never see him again, but it felt nice knowing she helped him out.

Nice. That was a rare feeling.

``You got anything to say, classless?'' the guard said, grabbing her headfur and bringing his pistol to her face, ``Anything to say before I blow your facking brains out?''

She saw his face. You couldn't see past the dark shading of the helms in the distance, but up close she could see the panic and rage across what looked to be a rabbit not too different from herself. Except he was raised in luxury compared to her. Never had to fight and kill for a meal, or sleep with one eye open. She spat into it, letting the saliva slowly drip down his visor as he forced his gun into her mouth.

A shot when off. She blinked. The gun didn't fire, but she heard a shot. The guard's grip loosened and her head fell to the cement ladened ground. Bullets lodged in her limbs made it difficult to move, the pain made it hard to focus, but from the corner of her eyes, she saw the familiar shape of Drips heading towards her, gun in his hand.

``Fack...oh Thor I just killed someone,'' he said, mewling to himself as he pushed the dead body off of her. Skiv kept staring at the pistol in his hand. Didn't he tell her he wasn't armed?

``Skiv?'' he snapped his finger, ``Skiv, stay with me.''

``What're...gun...skiff...'' her words were becoming mush as she started to fade, his cries becoming muted as the world around her blackened. The last thing clear in her mind was that Drips saved her.

And lied to her.

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