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", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Part 2 of the Snow's Ending, this time from Breel's POV. ", "writing": "[center][t]Part 2: Discolored Love[/t][/center]\nBreel still remembered that night. That night when everything changed.\n\nWhen her brother had punished her, in his usual fashion, for failing him. This time, he had been harsher than he normally would have, not that he was ever 'gentle' with her. She had barely even uttered the words of their guest's rejection before he had slapped her as hard as he could, the umbreon falling to the ground with a hard thud. She had barely been able to squeak out a plea before he was upon her, choking her, shouting his usual demeaning words into her ears as his dick soon found its mark.\n\nBarely a second later, he was using her. Hurting her. Her pussy, which had failed to attract the attention of the Prince nor his bodyguard, was now being relentlessly invaded by her own brother's hardened cock. He gave no care as to her comfort. Why would he? She was his to use. His fucktoy. His slave. It was the only value she had. The only reason she was not on the streets offering her body to random strangers for scraps of food.\n\nShe still cried however. It still hurt. Something that both turned her brother on, and angered him at the same time. Despite her pleas for him to stop, or perhaps [i]because[/i] of them, he only increased his pace.\nShe closed her eyes, desperately hoping for it all to end. For Balance's Scales to finally even out, so she could cry herself to sleep in the corner. Normally she'd cry herself to sleep on her bed, but their guests, the ones she'd failed to seduce, had taken that.\nShe was just a useless discolored clutz. It would always be this way. Till the day she died.\n\n...Or so she'd thought.\n\nNeither of them had noticed the Zigazoon in the hallway, looking on with abject horror. A horror that soon turned to rage.\n\nSuddenly, Breel felt her brother stop. Not out of choice, but because he had been physically torn off by the Guild bodyguard. \n\nThe umbreon heard the shouting. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw her brother try to fight off the sword-wielding Zigazoon, who was shouting... things. In her dazed state, she could barely make out what he was saying. Something... Something about...\n\nBrothers [i]protecting[/i] their siblings. About [i]not[/i] using her! That... That was...\n\nThis... this stranger... was defending... Her?! A pitiful creature that deserved no love nor mercy? Why? She... She couldn't comprehend it. She couldn't process it.\n\nShe didn't have time to, either, as she slowly, and shakily rose to her feet. She didn't know what to do. So she did nothing, but watch.\n\nShe watched her Brother attempt to use a flamethrower attack, only for the Zigazoon to block it with the flat side of his blade, holding the hilt with one paw and using the other to reinforce the blade as he advanced. Her brother... was no warrior. She knew that. Flareos coughed as his flame ran out. It was a battle he was destined to lose.\n\nHe never got the chance for a second attack, as the Zigazoon [i]tackled[/i] Flareos to the ground, a renewed round of angry shouting as he held the blade against his throat, her brother trying to push it away.\n\nBut the former won out, though he pushed too hard. The blade had cut her brother's hands down to the bone. And when they could give no more resistance, the neck was next. \n\nBlood dripped along the floor as she watched. Her eyes went wide in horror, as the reality struck her. \n\nHer brother... The one that had used her body when she pleased, passed her along to whatever 'friend' he wanted to sway to his side, punished her for every mistake, her fault or not, yet kept a roof over her head and food in her belly... was dead. And this mon had killed him!\n\nShe couldn't scream. She couldn't whisper, she couldn't sob, she couldn't say anything. She didn't know what to do. She could only stand there, her mouth agape and her paws covering it. Even while 'Zigs', as the Quilava had called him, begged and pleaded for her 'forgiveness'. As if it was hers to give!\n\nShe couldn't give any forgiveness. She was worthless fuckmeat. A person who couldn't even lift a box without causing a scene. Who couldn't hold onto a bag of coins without having it stolen by a thief. Who was [i]she[/i] to answer him?\n\nA thief that soon appeared in another doorway. She didn't know what came over her, perhaps it was simply something else to think about, but she, for the first time in as long as she remembered, found some modicum of bravery. Enough to drop her hands and call the thief out.\n\nHowever, the guards knocking at the door, which thankfully her brother had locked behind the pair when they'd first arrived, interrupted everything. She heard the thief, the one who had caused her yet another beating and raping by her brother, suggest to Zigs that he take her with her. Zigs would not do so unless she wanted to, though.\n\nShe accepted. She knew she couldn't stay. The thief was right. If she'd stayed here, they would have blamed her. They would have beat her. Used her. Just like her brother had. But worse. And then... when her body had no more to give, they'd take her life. She was sure of it.\n\nSo she followed. She didn't expect anything from him. Just more of the same. She'd heard some of the words, but couldn't process it. Couldn't process how [i]anyone[/i] could care for some useless discolored, let alone one they'd just met. Yet the alternative was worse.\n\nAt least with them, only [i]they[/i] would use her. Not pass her around to each individual. Or so she hoped. \n\nAt least with them, she would live.\n\nTime was a blur ever since their escape from her own house. No, [i]her brother's[/i] house. It was never hers. He just allowed her to live in it, for the price of her body. She fully expected the group to use her, as her brother had. Or at least have her do things. Like the slaves of old. Like her brother made her do. She expected them to punish her for it when she inevitably failed.\n\nThey did not. \n\nThe first few days were... Strange. Tense. Something she was not used to. They simply walked from place to place. They didn't demean her, they didn't yell at her. In fact, they barely even spoke to her at all. It was... weird.\n\nPart of her wondered if she should run away, go to the authorities and report them. She had, of course, rejected those thoughts. She was useless. No one would believe her. And besides, she couldn't survive on her own even if they did. She didn't know how. And the thought itself felt.... wrong. A few days later, those thoughts had been purged entirely.\n\nIt felt strange, not having to do tasks from day to day. Tasks she would inevitably fail of course, giving her brother another reason to punish her. Now, she just walked with the other three. She didn't have to lift any boxes. Didn't have to 'service' anyone. Didn't have any tasks to fail.\n\nThe next day, the group, using the money Thief had stolen from their house, bought them some food. They offered some of it to her.\n\nThey didn't demand anything for it. No sex. No demands. No nothing. They just gave it to her. And she ate it. And it was... \n\nWell, it tasted... Good! Her brother had fed her of course. But... it was always moldy. Or old. New stuff would not be wasted on a clutz like her. Or if she did get new food for her, there was always a price. He would knock it out of her hands, if it wasn't already on the floor on the first place. She would have to go onto her hands and knees to eat it. Something that would almost always result in him using her from behind. Sometimes in her pussy. Sometimes in her ass. Sometimes both, and not necessarily in that order.\n\nOther times it was laced with something. Some sort of drug that made her dizzy, made her do things she normally wouldn't do. He liked to do that when around the company in particular. They'd laugh at her state, all while using her, without her even realizing it until the next day when her holes burned from the pain of several cocks helping themselves the night before.\n\nShe eagerly ate the food she was given, before they could hit it out of her hands and make it eat it off the ground. Like [i]he[/i] would do.\n\n\"Woah woah, slow down!\" The thief, Lorette, had said to her. \"It's not a race! We've got all day here.\"\n\nTo her surprise, there was no 'surprise'. They didn't hit it out of her hand or lace it with anything. They just had her eat. Like it was normal.\n\nThe days continued, they left Snowdrift, and continued onto the next town. Breel barely paid any attention while the others listened in on the news. Something about Princess Ivy, the missing Prince being dead. Which he wasn't, he was right there and no one seemed to notice. \n\nNone of it meant anything to her. \n\nWhat did mean anything to her, was when she lay awake in her bed. It felt...strange. Laying there in a bed, one barely more comfortable than her own sorry excuse for a bed, waiting for someone to come use her body to get a 'last night's fuck' in, or tie her up and stick toys in her to punish her for an especially severe fuckup. Like when she'd talked back to Flareos after the incident with the thief. \n\nYet none came. She soon found herself asleep. She woke up, not to the feeling of someone pounding away at her, or knocking on a door angrily ordering her to 'get her useless ass out of bed' but just... on her own.\n\nShe looked outside, and saw, horrified, that the sun was already up. She leapt to her feet.\n\n\"And the last one finally wakes up.\" Lorette chuckled. \"Didn't sleep well last night?\n\n\"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!\" She pleaded in a panic. \"I.. I didn't mean to be lazy! Y-you don't have to-\"\n\n\"Woah, calm down now.\" Kwill had told her, tapping her shoulder comfortingly. \n\n\"No one's going to do anything.\" Zigs added, his own paw patting her on her shoulder. \"After all you've been through, you deserve all the rest in the world.\"\n\nBreel didn't know how to respond to that. She'd never been treated... nicely, by people before. It was something foreign to her.\n\nAnd it wouldn't be the last time.\n\nEventually, they did have her do work. It came as both a worry and a comfort, as she knew it was coming, just a matter of when. It was... something she was used to. It was a menial job, just hauling some boxes out of a cart for some extra cash. \n\n\"The money won't last forever.\" As Lorette had said. And Zigs... well... he hadn't exactly approved of the ex-wallbreaker's thieving ways.\n\nWhen she inevitably dropped one of the boxes, she'd offered a string of apologies, fully expecting angry shouting, or even promises of punishment. Instead, Zigs did something she never expected him to do. Never expected anyone to do.\n\nHe told her it was alright. And even helped her carry it!\n\nZigs....\n\nShe hadn't known quite how to feel about the zigazoon at first.\n\nDuring that night, she had been horrified, possibly even.... Angry.. With him? For murdering her brother in cold blood.\nShe knew it was an accident. But it didn't change the fact that the only reason she had a house to live in and food to eat, as awful as it was, was now dead.\n\nAnd then, [i]he'd[/i] come and taken it all away, all while trying to 'save' her.\n\nShe'd followed him, simply because the alternative was worse.\n\nBut, as days wore on into a week, as they went from town to down and did little job for little job, she began to see him differently.\n\nWhenever she fell, he (and Kwill, and sometimes Lorette. But mostly Zigs) helped her up. She expected yellings. She got forgiveness and tenderness. When she was clumsy, she didn't get beatings or screamings. She got help. \n\nShe expected pain. She expected rape. Instead, she got comfort and concern.\n\nZigs was her brother's killer.... He was her balance breaker...\n\n... He was her savior. He was her [i]hero.[/i]\n\nAs different, and unpredictable as this life of wandering was, she knew, it was better. It made her feel... content. At ease. For the first time in her miserable life. It made her... \n\n... Happy?\n\nAn emotion she barely understood, having experienced it so seldom in her previous life. And it wasn't the only new strange sensation. Whenever she was around zigs. Whenever he touched her, on the shoulder usually, she felt... hot? Like her cheeks were burning up. \n\nWhen she went to bed whenever that happened, she'd go to bed, whether it was an Inn or temporary Guild bunk or a tent, she'd feel herself become very damp between her legs. At first, she thought it was simply a need to pee. But whenever she got up to do so, she found she couldn't pee. It wasn't that.\n\nShe knew she had some sort of feelings. For Zigs in particular. But she didn't understand what they were, or how to process it. And it scared her.\n\nYet, she couldn't stop herself. All of this would continue, until one day....\n\n\"Wow, Breel.\" Lorette suddenly spoke to her one day after a days work where she'd carried a box alongside Zigs. \"You've fallen quite hard for him, huh?\"\n\nEver since that night, Lorette and her had grown... a bit closer. She'd pretty much forgiven her for that day. In fact, she'd almost become like... like a sister she never had. Or maybe just a really good friend. After all, she'd already seen what 'family' had meant.\n\n\"W... What do you mean?\" Breel asked in response.\n\n\"Oh come on now. It's obvious!\" Lorette said. \"The way you get all flustered around him, like you are now. The way you're making googly eyes at him. The way you're staring at his crotch.\"\n\nBreel suddenly realized she'd been doing that and snapped out of it.\n\n\"I... I don't know... what I'm feeling...\" Breel stammered, poking her paws together in shame.\n\n\"You've never been in love before?\" Lorette asked. \"Well, I haven't either, granted, but I at least have a concept of it.\"\n\n\"No.\" Of course she hadn't. Her brother would never have allowed it. She'd been his and his alone to use. Unless he allowed someone else, like his Coffer friends, to use her as 'entertainment'. Her having some sort of 'boyfriend' or even just 'friend' in general was completely out of the question.\n\n\"Tell me, do you love him?\" \n\n\"I... I do.\" Breel replied, her blush growing ever deeper. \"...I think?\"\n\n\"Then go for it!\" Lorette said encouragingly as she tapped her shoulder. \n\n\"Go for what? What do you mean?\"\n\n\"I mean tell that boy how you feel, then take'em to bed before someone else does!\" Lorette told her encouragingly.\n\nBreel's mind raced with panic and anxiety.\n\n\"But... I can't!\" She cried. \"What... What if he rejects me, like that night? What if he tells me to go away and never see him again? What if-\"\n\nLorette sighed in irritation.\n\n\"Look, guys are kinda stupid like this. He's not going to figure out how you feel on his own. Especially not [i]him.[/i] Besides, wasn't it Kwill that told you to get lost that night and not him?\"\n\n\"Well.... Yes, but...\"\n\n\"Well, if it's just Zigs, the worst he'll do is politely tell you 'no'. Best case scenario, well...\"\n\nShe felt the Furret put her paw on her shoulder. \n\n\"Believe me, you don't want to keep putting it off and living with regrets. I know how that feels. So do yourself a favor and just go for it!\"\n\n\"I...\" Breel sniffled, but gave a smile. \"I will. Th-Thanks, Lorette.\"\n\n\"No problem.\" She gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. \"We're in this together now, yeah?\"\n\nBreel nodded warmly at her now-friend.\n\nThat night, they'd been staying in an inn. Lucky, as this meant everyone had a room. It would have been more awkward had they been out on the road and camping in the snow where everyone shared a tent.\n\nMore awkward than it was going to be for her already, that is.\n\nShe knocked on the door. For a second, she had been afraid that he'd already be asleep or that he'd tell her to 'go away'. To her immediate relief, she instead heard him say \"come in\" from the other side. \n\nThe umbreon entered his room, and closed the door behind her, and Zigs standing there. She saw the sword laying in a corner, he'd obviously put it away in preparation to go to bed for the night. However, he didn't look too surprised to see her. \n\n'Maybe Lorette told him I was coming?' She thought to herself.\n\n\"Hi, Breel.\" He greeted warmly, yet scratching his head. \"So... umm... What brings you here?\" He asked a bit awkwardly. \n\n\"I...\" Part of her wanted to run out in embarrassment as she thought about how she was going to do this. No, she was going to do this. \"I just... wanted to say some things.\"\n\n\"About?\" Zigs raised an eyebrow. \"I mean, you can talk to me at any time you know-\"\n\n\"I... wanted to say them in private.\" She corrected him.\n\n\"Oh.\" Zigs nodded with understanding\n\n\"Well... I... I just... wanted to say... ummm...\" Breel stammered as Zigs raised an eyebrow, yet didn't seem to get annoyed. He was being patient with her. He knew she had trouble expressing herself. \n\nAll the more reason she loved him. All the more reason she needed to say so, now. \n\n\"I just... wanted to say... how I feel about you.\" She could feel her cheeks burn up as she said it. She looked off to the side in embarrassment.\n\n\"Oh...\" His expression melted to a frown. \"It's... about that day, isn't it? I know I can't take back what I did to your brother. I-\"\n\n\"No, no!\" She put her paws up and shook them. \"Well... I mean....\" She sighed. \"I'll admit, there's still a small part of me that mourns him. Despite how he treated me, he was still my brother.\"\n\n\"I'm so-\"\n\n\"Don't be.\" Her eyes narrowed as she cut him off. \"It's only a small part. A part that's grown smaller and smaller ever since we left there.\"\n\n\"Oh?\"\n\n\"I... I don't blame you for what happened. You... You were just trying to stop him. I know that.\"\n\nZigs looked over to the side guilty as she continued.\n\n\"I've had time to think now. Now that I've been away from there, been with you and the rest, I... I'm living better now than I ever did. Thanks to you.\"\n\n\"But I took you away from your home.\" Zigs replied.\n\n\"A home I only had because I was a free hole. And a free worker. One he could use and abuse without anyone telling him 'no'. I... I was...\"\n\n\"... A slave.\" Zigs finished.\n\n\"Y... Yes.\" She answered. \"I... Was a slave. And you took me away from that.\"\n\nShe took a breath, before she continued.\n\n\"What I'm trying to say here is... Thank you. For saving me that day.\"\n\n\"Erm... Well... There really is no need to thank me.\"\n\n\"I... I insist!\" She replied. \"But... It's... not the only thing.\"\n\n\"It's not?\" Zigs asked cluelessly.\n\nHer shyness and awkwardness had returned. She couldn't spit the words out. No matter how hard she tried. So when she finally did...\n\n\"I'mkindainlovewithyouandIdon'treallyknowhowtosayit.\" It all came out in one blob. \n\nHer cheeks burned, and she put her paws to her face as she looked away.\n\n\"W... What?\" Zigs asked, having not gotten what she was trying to say.\n\nShe found herself locked up, unable to say what she wanted to say.\n\n\"Breel? Are... Are you alright?\"\n\n[i]'Then go for it!'[/i] Lorette's words rung at the back of her mind. Her mind swam. [i]'Look, guys are kinda stupid like this. He's not going to figure out how you feel on his own. Especially not him.[/i]' \n\nAt that moment, she knew. She had to act. Her body seemed to move, of its own bravery, before her mind had time to catch up and stop her. Her hands came down. She turned towards Zigs. Before he could say another word, she threw herself at him, wrapping her paws around him, and did something she never did in her life, to anyone. \nShe kissed him. Not just a light peck, but a full, hungry kiss on the lips.\n\nHer mind, the shy side, yelled at her, screamed at her to stop. To break now, to apologize for her impudence. Told her that he'd hate her. But she didn't. Even if he rejected her, even if he pushed her away, she'd have this. Have this moment. She waited for it to happen, for him to push her away from him and yell at her, or at the very least tell her that he didn't feel the same way.\n\nShe should have known better by now, that nothing she ever [i]thought[/i] he'd do was what he actually did.\n\nHis eyes had gone wide at suddenly being grabbed and kissed. Her eyes had locked with his, and seen the sheer shock. But to her own, he didn't push her away, or try to stop her. In fact, after the initial shock had worn off, she felt his right paw wrap around her hip, while his left wrapped around her back. He pulled her closer, their fur brushing against one another.\n\nTheir lips remained locked, the two giving light moans into their mouths. Their lips parted just a bit, allowing each other's tongues to slip into their mouths. She felt his slide in hers as she slipped into his, the two sharing their tastes with each other. The taste of... their shared meal an hour before. Inn food. It didn't matter though, what mattered was the feelings wordlessly shared between them\n\nAfter a moment, they stopped. He still held her, and her him, but he was finally able to speak.\n\"I think... I get what you were trying to say now.\" Zigs whispered to her.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"I think... I feel the same- er, oh!\"\n\nBreel felt it too. Something pressing against her lower belly. The two looked down, and saw it. The little red tip starting to poke out of the Zigazoon's sheath.\n\nNow it was Zig's turn to be flushed with embarrassment.\n\n\"Umm... Hehehe... Sorry?\" He rubbed the back of this head.\n\nHer own cheeks flushed at it. \n\n\"Maybe I... Can... take care of it for you?\" She asked, her eyes narrowing with a sultry smile.\n\n\"Well... uh... I mean...\" Zig.\n\nBreel didn't wait for a proper yes or no. She dropped to her knees, until the cone tip was right at her face.\n\nThis was not new to her. Not by a longshot. Her brother and his 'friends' had often used her mouth as a third hole to shove themselves into when they needed 'relief' or 'entertainment'. She'd been taught to do this 'willingly' by her brother whenever he demanded. She knew the price of objecting. He'd shove it in anyway. And it would hurt. \n\nIt always hurt. But if she refused, it would have hurt more.\n\nShe wasn't afraid of it this time though. She knew Zigs wouldn't force her.\n\n\"Wait stop.\" Zigs told her before she could open her mouth and begin.\n\nHer heart sank. After all that, was he pushing her away? Was he going to say 'I'm not ready for that yet?' \n\n\"I... I'm sorry. A... Am I... going too fast?\" She asked as she arose to her feet. However, she saw him get on the bed, and sit upright.\n\n\"No.\" Zigs responded. \"I just figured it'd be more comfortable for you if you were sitting here instead of down there.\" He patted the spot beside him.\n\nShe smiled again as she crawled up onto the bed beside him.\n\n\"So you're okay with... this?\" She asked.\n\n\"I won't stop you, not this time.\" Zigs said as she got into position. \"But, if you're not comfortable with this, you don't have to do it.\"\n\n\"But.. I do.\" She replied as she once again found herself in position in front of his cock. Which, despite its lack of attention, more had slipped out. Possibly in anticipation of what was to come. \n\nZigs had been right though. She was a lot more comfortable laying in front of him on her stomach than she would have been on her knees. \n\nShe gave it a cautious lick. The taste was, well, certainly different than what she was used to. In a good way, of course. Her lick earned a low moan from Zigs. \n\n\"Is... this your first time?\" She asked before she gave another one. It surprised her since her brother never gave that kind of reaction to the first lick.\n\n\"Y... Yeah.\" Zigs replied. \"Er, well, not counting the thing with Doom. Er... Nevermind. Yes. it is.\"\n\nThat was surprising to Breel. She had figured that a guy like him had been swimming in lovers by now. Though, then again, she never saw him make moves on another. And given his own awkwardness over things, maybe it wasn't surprising after all.\n\nIt did however make her heart flutter. She was his first. She was going to be his first! A small bit of pride filled her as she licked away at the rapidly hardening and expanding cone in front of her. When it finally stopped, she took but a second to look at it. It was fairly good sized. Not the biggest in existence, but that hardly mattered.\n\nIf anything, it not being insanely huge was a blessing. It would make things much easier for her. Especially this next part.\n\nShe licked her lips, to lubricate them, then she pursed them, and pushed them against the tip. With practiced slowness, she pushed it past them, making sure to press them together to give them friction. She did not take the whole thing at once however, as that would have quickly dried her lips, and would have worked against the two of them. Instead, she bobbed her head carefully and slowly, going a little further with each descent. Making sure to wetten what was already in her mouth. This prevented her from having to lick her lips again.\n\n\"Oooh\" She heard Zigs sigh. Music to her ears. It meant she was doing a good job. \n\nKeeping this pace up, it was not long till her lips met his crotch. She felt the tip at the back of her throat. Luckily, she had developed a good gag reflex over the years. She held there, her tongue swirling around his cock. This resulted in more moans from her lover. \n\n\"Mmmph! You're so good at this, Breel!\" He shouted. \"Oh, uh, sorry.\" He quickly added. \"I... didn't mean... anything by that.\"\n\nBreel was for the moment confused by why he thought that was a bad thing. Then she remembered where she'd learned such skills, and could see his point. Still, she couldn't feel angry or even mildly annoyed at him for it. She knew he was telling the truth when he said he meant nothing by it.\n\nStill though, the less she thought of that ex-brother of hers in this moment, the better.\n\nShe had no intention of staying like this however. Once the rest of the Zigazoon's cock was slathered up nice and wet, she raised her head, making sure to keep her lips clamping his cock and taking great care to avoid letting the cock touch her teeth as she felt the shaft leave her throat and mouth, exposing the wettened rod to the cold inn air, until only the tip remained, just barely penetrating her lips. She did not hold it there for long, and began a slow descent once more, until her snout once again touched his fur, only to rise once again.\n\nShe set a nice, slow pace. Normally she'd have done this as quick as possible, just to get it over with. But not tonight. Not with Zigs. She wanted this to last. And last it did, with her pace increasing ever so slowly, her head rising and falling on the dick in front of her. She heard his breating intensify as she continued, as did the volume and intensity of his moans. Gradually, she quickend her pace, until she was rapidly rising and falling, the tip of the cock becoming quite familiar to the back of her throat.\n\nIt was the pace she was used to. \n\nShe took quick breaths in between rises and falls. All the while, she was just barely aware of the collecting moisture in between her own legs. Once she was going at it full throttle, her pussy began to drip with need. Yet, she did nothing to alleviate it. She wasn't sure what to do on that front.\n\nShe had never masturbated. She never really had a need to, nor any fantasy to masturbate to. Besides, it would make the coming part less painful for her. She hoped. \n\n\"Nngh! Breel! I... I feel like...\"\n\nShe didn't need to hear the rest. She began to bob her head as fast as she could once he yelled it. The end was near, and even without his announcement, she could feel it. \n\n\"AHHH!!\"\n\nAnd sure enough, she had just been mid-descent when the flood of liquid heat filled her mouth. His cock pulsed and twitched as shot after shot filled her mouth, filling him with an admittedly, pretty good flavor. She just barely managed to keep it all in. More skills she'd learned, against her will, but good to have now. Finally, it came to an end, he'd cum all he could in the moment. \n\n\"Ahhh... Ahhhhhhh...\" Zigs panted as she swallowed the last of it. She lifted herself up. \"That...\" He panted, \"Was really good.\"\n\nShe smiled at him. Though her smile was a little sad. Sad, because she knew what was coming next: the painful part. Where he penetrated her. The part that always hurt her. Still, she'd do it for him. \n\nShe sat back on the bed, right next to him, leaning back against the pillow. Slowly, she spread her legs and closed her eyes, just catching his approach before full blackness overtook her vision. Sure enough, she felt his fur between her legs, and said legs being spread apart. She took a deep breath, bracing for the inevitable pain. She knew... hoped it would not be as painful as all her other encounters had been. She trusted Zigs, to be sure. But, even still, she knew it was coming.\n\nThat's when she felt it. The wetness against her spread pussy. But, it felt... off. It didn't feel like the tip of a cock. It felt a lot wetter. A lot softer. It felt like...\n\n... A tongue?!\n\nShe opened her eyes in questioning. They went wide when they saw. He wasn't over her, his dick prodding her, like she'd expected. Instead of his cock in between her legs, she saw... his head?! To her shock, he was in the same position she had been just moments earlier.\n\n\"Erm.. W.. What are you doing?\" She asked awkwardly. \n\nZigs stopped what he was about to do and looked up at her with a smile.\n\n\"Well...\" He said, \"I can't very well take the pleasure without giving some back, now can I?\"\n\nNo sooner than he said this than he returned to what he was doing. She shivered as she felt his tongue slide along her folds. This was a sensation completely new to her. Neither her brother nor his 'friends' had ever done such a thing. Why would they have? She was something to get pleasure out of, not give pleasure to.\n\n\"Mmph! Ahh!\" She moaned that tongue lapped at her again and again. Breel could hardly believe this was his 'first time', as the sensation felt so... Good! \n\nShe spread her legs as far as she could, bending her knees and used her paws to hold them wide, so she could give him as much access as she could. Zigs responded by licking her faster, and then by pushing his tongue [i]into[/i] her, causing her to gasp out in surprise.\n\nShe felt it go deep. Not as deep as a dick might have. That was impossible for most species, his included. But it was still more than enough to make her shiver from the newfound sensation.\n\n\"H... How're you... Nnnghh... So good?!\" She moaned.\n\nShe felt Zigs stop licking her for just a moment. She was slightly annoyed that he had stopped, but then felt yet another new sensation: his paw, rubbing her pussy, the digit swirling around and around. He kept the pleasure going while he spoke.\n\n\"My aunt.\" He said. \"Shortly before the day I was drafted, she'd taken me aside for some 'private lessons.' Just in case I 'met a girl I liked.' She wanted me to 'not be sitting there not knowing what to do.' I guess...\" He stopped his paw-stimulation to give her another lick. \"It paid off.\"\n\n\"Ahhh.. I'll say!\" Breel huffed as he lifted his paw and continued his work with her tongue. Just when she thought he'd just returned to licking at her pussy and spearing her inner walls with his tongue, she felt yet another sensation she'd never felt before. It would have seemed that using his hands to rub her folds gave him another idea. Or he'd had it from the beginning and just decided to do it now. She didn't know which it was, but what she did feel was the little nub above her folds being rubbed. Not directly, her lover was being careful not to do that, but rather through the skin and fur. \n\n\"Ahhh!! NNGH!!\" It was driving her wild, between his skillful paw work and tongue work, it was all too much. Even the fur on his face tickling her inner thighs was adding to it. She felt something, something like a heat, or a shiver, rising, growing more and more intense by the moment. Almost like a need to pee, but much different. Something she never felt before. \n\n\"I... I... AHHH!\" She didn't even get the warning out before her body shook and quaked in an explosion of pleasure and sensation. Try as she might to keep them appart, her legs voluntarily closed, but thankfully weren't anywhere near strong enough to crush her lover's head, or even cause him any discomfort. She could swear she felt herself leak, but it wasn't like peeing. It was... it was...\n\n... An orgasm?!\n\nWas this what it felt like? To feel... [i]Good[/i] during sex? \n\nShe realized then and there. Zigs... Had just given her her first orgasm. All without being asked to or needing to!\n\nShe couldn't help but sob from the overwhelming feelings and sensations.\n\nZigs looked up, and his eyes went wide from worry when he saw her cried. He immediately got up and crawled up to her, his paw cupping her face in moments. \n\n\"Woah, did I do something wrong?\" He stammered \"I, I'm sorry! I-\"\n\nBreel reached over, and placed her paw on the other side of his face, and smiled at him through the tears.\n\n\"I... I'm not crying..\" She sniffled. \"Cause I'm sad. It's... It's just... the first time... I ever..\" She sniffled. \"I ever... did this.\"\n\n\"You've never came before?\" Zigs asked. \n\n\"N... No.\" She sobbed. \"This was... the first time.\" \n\n\"Oh.\" Zigs smiled. \"I... I was worried, I thought I'd-\"\n\nBefore he could continue, she grabbed the back of his head and upper back with her other paw, and pulled him in close for yet another passionate embrace, which very quickly turned into an even more passionate kiss. This time there was no hesitation. Their tongues were in each other's mouths in less than a second. Their bodies pressed against each other, involuntarily rubbing. \n\nShe could feel his tip press against her now soaked entrance. And, she was absolutely certain of what it was this time. \n\nHe broke the kiss, and they looked into each other's eyes.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" He asked her gently.\n\n\"Y-Yes.\" She responded. She spread herself wide for him to make it easier for him.\n\nShe closed her mouth and gritted her teeth, preparing for the pain. Sure enough, she felt the tip push into her. Very, very slowly.\n\nThe pain wasn't coming. In fact, it felt pleasurable. \n\nShe could feel him push his way further in, with very small mini-humps, giving her small bouts of sensation. He was midway in when a sudden gasp escaped from her lips.\n\nHe stopped suddenly, much to her irritation. It seems he misinterpreted her cry yet again.\n\n\"D... Do you need a moment?\" He asked nervously.\n\n\"N-No.\" She panted. \"Keep going.\"\n\nZigs nodded and complied, pushing himself deeper into her with those little humps of his until she felt his hips kiss hers. \n\n\"Need some time?\" Zigs asked again.\n\n\"A little. But just a second.\" She huffed. \n\nZigs nodded, letting her catch her breath and get used to him. \n\n\"Okay. I'm good.\" She panted. \n\nOnce she said that, she felt the dick all but leave her wet confines, the wet rod rubbing against her walls on its exit, right until only a small part of it remained. He held it there, for just a second before he began to push into her again.\n\nThis time the motion was a lot more fluid. Like what she was used to, but a lot softer, a lot slower. She knew though it wouldn't stay like this. Nor did she want it to be so. But for now, this slow pace, getting her used to it was a more than welcome change. \n\nShe felt it slowly rub her inner walls with each slow entry and exit, and heard him pant and moan above her as she joined in turn. At first, it was barely audible, even between their huffs and breathing she was barely able to hear their activities. However, as he increased his pace ever so gradually, louder plaps and sloshes filled the room, as did their combined huffs and moans. \n\nShe felt her body begin to rock back and forth from the motion, that delicious dick of his soon slamming into her with the reckless abandon she'd been expecting from the start. But the feeling was different. Almost night and day. Whereas in her previous experiences it had been nothing but pain she'd only wished to see end as soon as possible, this was pleasure. This, she [i]wanted[/i]. That lovely feeling of her walls being rubbed vigorously with each hard entry and exit both.\n\nBreel, in instinct, wrapped her paws around her lovers back, and her legs around his hips. She felt herself pulling him into her with each hard thrust with the latter, her moans and groans egging him on as his did her. \n\n\"NNNgh! AHHH!!\"\n\nThe pleasure she'd felt from being eaten out was [i]nothing[/i] compared to what she was feeling now. If that was an appetiser, this was the full course of pleasure. She almost couldn't take it, the pleasure was so intense. Low moans and groans gave way to shouts and grunts.\n\n\"MMngh! YES! AHH!!\" She shouted. \"SO GOOD!\"\n\nAt this pace, the ending crescendo was fast approaching. And she knew it. She was just about to announce hers, when he spoke first.\n\n\"I, ahh, gonna cum!\" He huffed, slowing down just a bit so as to not cum too fast. \"Should I pull-\"\n\n\"No!\" Breel huffed in response. \"Cum in me!\"\n\n\"But, you might-\"\n\n\"I'm incapable of laying.\" She sighed sadly. \"[i]He[/i] saw to that.\" However, her smile returned. \"So do it! In me! Ahh!\"\n\n\"Alright.\" He huffed \"I'll cum in you.\"\n\n\"Yes!\" Breel shouted. \"Cum in me!\"\n\nShe felt him speed up again, faster than he had before even, her body rock and shake. However, this pace didn't last for long. She felt herself hit her limit only a few moments later.\n\nIt felt like a dam bursting, as ecstasy washed over her. She gripped him tight with both her paws and legs, pulling the Zigazoon as close to her as she could manage. She let out a yell as she felt her body quake and shake, more intense than the previous time. She felt him cum too, his cock pulse and throb as her insides were filled to the brim with the Zigazoon's hot spunk. \n\nShe had no fear of him making an egg. As she had said, her brother had removed any chance of that.\n\nIn the aftermath of their shared orgasm, she could do naught but lie there, panting. Her arm and leg's grip over him faltered. She barely registered it as her legs slid off his back and off to the sides, while her arms did the same. She was aware though when she felt his cone leave her confines. She watched as he rolled over next to her, on his back. \n\nFor a moment, the two could do nothing but stare at the ceiling. Yet, despite it, their paws found their way to each others, and her heart did a little flutter as he held her paw in his.\n\n\"Zigs...\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"... I love you.\" She panted weary.\n\n\"Love you too.\" Zigs smiled. \n\nThe pair rolled over, towards each other, and shared another kiss. Not an intense one, like the previous ones. Just a little one on the lips.\n\n\"You're my prince, you know that?\" She smiled. \n\n\"I don't think I'm really the one who should have that title.\"\n\n\"You're a prince to me, Zigs.\"\n\nThe two smiled to each other, their eyes closing as sleep overtook them.\n\nThey had not noticed a certain pair of turquoise eyes belonging to an actual once-prince staring at the two. They narrowed in envy, and left in a huff.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Part 2: Discolored Love

Breel still remembered that night. That night when everything changed.

When her brother had punished her, in his usual fashion, for failing him. This time, he had been harsher than he normally would have, not that he was ever 'gentle' with her. She had barely even uttered the words of their guest's rejection before he had slapped her as hard as he could, the umbreon falling to the ground with a hard thud. She had barely been able to squeak out a plea before he was upon her, choking her, shouting his usual demeaning words into her ears as his dick soon found its mark.

Barely a second later, he was using her. Hurting her. Her pussy, which had failed to attract the attention of the Prince nor his bodyguard, was now being relentlessly invaded by her own brother's hardened cock. He gave no care as to her comfort. Why would he? She was his to use. His fucktoy. His slave. It was the only value she had. The only reason she was not on the streets offering her body to random strangers for scraps of food.

She still cried however. It still hurt. Something that both turned her brother on, and angered him at the same time. Despite her pleas for him to stop, or perhaps because of them, he only increased his pace.
She closed her eyes, desperately hoping for it all to end. For Balance's Scales to finally even out, so she could cry herself to sleep in the corner. Normally she'd cry herself to sleep on her bed, but their guests, the ones she'd failed to seduce, had taken that.
She was just a useless discolored clutz. It would always be this way. Till the day she died.

...Or so she'd thought.

Neither of them had noticed the Zigazoon in the hallway, looking on with abject horror. A horror that soon turned to rage.

Suddenly, Breel felt her brother stop. Not out of choice, but because he had been physically torn off by the Guild bodyguard.

The umbreon heard the shouting. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw her brother try to fight off the sword-wielding Zigazoon, who was shouting... things. In her dazed state, she could barely make out what he was saying. Something... Something about...

Brothers protecting their siblings. About not using her! That... That was...

This... this stranger... was defending... Her?!  A pitiful creature that deserved no love nor mercy? Why? She... She couldn't comprehend it. She couldn't process it.

She didn't have time to, either, as she slowly, and shakily rose to her feet. She didn't know what to do. So she did nothing, but watch.

She watched her Brother attempt to use a flamethrower attack, only for the Zigazoon to block it with the flat side of his blade, holding the hilt with one paw and using the other to reinforce the blade as he advanced. Her brother... was no warrior. She knew that. Flareos coughed as his flame ran out. It was a battle he was destined to lose.

He never got the chance for a second attack, as the Zigazoon tackled Flareos to the ground, a renewed round of angry shouting as he held the blade against his throat, her brother trying to push it away.

But the former won out, though he pushed too hard. The blade had cut her brother's hands down to the bone. And when they could give no more resistance, the neck was next.

Blood dripped along the floor as she watched. Her eyes went wide in horror, as the reality struck her.

Her brother... The one that had used her body when she pleased, passed her along to whatever 'friend' he wanted to sway to his side, punished her for every mistake, her fault or not, yet kept a roof over her head and food in her belly... was dead. And this mon had killed him!

She couldn't scream. She couldn't whisper, she couldn't sob, she couldn't say anything. She didn't know what to do. She could only stand there, her mouth agape and her paws covering it. Even while 'Zigs', as the Quilava had called him, begged and pleaded for her 'forgiveness'. As if it was hers to give!

She couldn't give any forgiveness. She was worthless fuckmeat. A person who couldn't even lift a box without causing a scene. Who couldn't hold onto a bag of coins without having it stolen by a thief. Who was she to answer him?

A thief that soon appeared in another doorway. She didn't know what came over her, perhaps it was simply something else to think about, but she, for the first time in as long as she remembered, found some modicum of bravery. Enough to drop her hands and call the thief out.

However, the guards knocking at the door, which thankfully her brother had locked behind the pair when they'd first arrived, interrupted everything. She heard the thief, the one who had caused her yet another beating and raping by her brother, suggest to Zigs that he take her with her. Zigs would not do so unless she wanted to, though.

She accepted. She knew she couldn't stay. The thief was right. If she'd stayed here, they would have blamed her. They would have beat her. Used her. Just like her brother had. But worse. And then... when her body had no more to give, they'd take her life. She was sure of it.

So she followed. She didn't expect anything from him. Just more of the same. She'd heard some of the words, but couldn't process it. Couldn't process how anyone could care for some useless discolored, let alone one they'd just met. Yet the alternative was worse.

At least with them, only they would use her. Not pass her around to each individual. Or so she hoped.

At least with them, she would live.

Time was a blur ever since their escape from her own house. No, her brother's house. It was never hers. He just allowed her to live in it, for the price of her body. She fully expected the group to use her, as her brother had. Or at least have her do things. Like the slaves of old. Like her brother made her do. She expected them to punish her for it when she inevitably failed.

They did not.

The first few days were... Strange. Tense. Something she was not used to. They simply walked from place to place. They didn't demean her, they didn't yell at her. In fact, they barely even spoke to her at all. It was... weird.

Part of her wondered if she should run away, go to the authorities and report them. She had, of course, rejected those thoughts. She was useless. No one would believe her. And besides, she couldn't survive on her own even if they did. She didn't know how. And the thought itself felt.... wrong. A few days later, those thoughts had been purged entirely.

It felt strange, not having to do tasks from day to day. Tasks she would inevitably fail of course, giving her brother another reason to punish her. Now, she just walked with the other three. She didn't have to lift any boxes. Didn't have to 'service' anyone. Didn't have any tasks to fail.

The next day, the group, using the money Thief had stolen from their house, bought them some food. They offered some of it to her.

They didn't demand anything for it. No sex. No demands. No nothing. They just gave it to her. And she ate it. And it was...

Well, it tasted... Good! Her brother had fed her of course. But... it was always moldy. Or old. New stuff would not be wasted on a clutz like her.  Or if she did get new food for her, there was always a price. He would knock it out of her hands, if it wasn't already on the floor on the first place. She would have to go onto her hands and knees to eat it. Something that would almost always result in him using her from behind. Sometimes in her pussy. Sometimes in her ass. Sometimes both, and not necessarily in that order.

Other times it was laced with something. Some sort of drug that made her dizzy, made her do things she normally wouldn't do. He liked to do that when around the company in particular. They'd laugh at her state, all while using her, without her even realizing it until the next day when her holes burned from the pain of several cocks helping themselves the night before.

She eagerly ate the food she was given, before they could hit it out of her hands and make it eat it off the ground. Like he would do.

"Woah woah, slow down!" The thief, Lorette, had said to her. "It's not a race! We've got all day here."

To her surprise, there was no 'surprise'. They didn't hit it out of her hand or lace it with anything. They just had her eat. Like it was normal.

The days continued, they left Snowdrift, and continued onto the next town. Breel barely paid any attention while the others listened in on the news. Something about Princess Ivy, the missing Prince being dead. Which he wasn't, he was right there and no one seemed to notice.

None of it meant anything to her.

What did mean anything to her, was when she lay awake in her bed. It felt...strange. Laying there in a bed, one barely more comfortable than her own sorry excuse for a bed, waiting for someone to come use her body to get a 'last night's fuck' in, or tie her up and stick toys in her to punish her for an especially severe fuckup. Like when she'd talked back to Flareos after the incident with the thief.

Yet none came. She soon found herself asleep. She woke up, not to the feeling of someone pounding away at her, or knocking on a door angrily ordering her to 'get her useless ass out of bed' but just... on her own.

She looked outside, and saw, horrified, that the sun was already up. She leapt to her feet.

"And the last one finally wakes up." Lorette chuckled. "Didn't sleep well last night?

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She pleaded in a panic. "I.. I didn't mean to be lazy! Y-you don't have to-"

"Woah, calm down now." Kwill had told her, tapping her shoulder comfortingly.  

"No one's going to do anything." Zigs added, his own paw patting her on her shoulder. "After all you've been through, you deserve all the rest in the world."

Breel didn't know how to respond to that. She'd never been treated... nicely, by people before. It was something foreign to her.

And it wouldn't be the last time.

Eventually, they did have her do work. It came as both a worry and a comfort, as she knew it was coming, just a matter of when. It was... something she was used to. It was a menial job, just hauling some boxes out of a cart for some extra cash.

"The money won't last forever." As Lorette had said. And Zigs... well... he hadn't exactly approved of the ex-wallbreaker's thieving ways.

When she inevitably dropped one of the boxes, she'd offered a string of apologies, fully expecting angry shouting, or even promises of punishment.  Instead, Zigs did something she never expected him to do. Never expected anyone to do.

He told her it was alright. And even helped her carry it!

Zigs....

She hadn't known quite how to feel about the zigazoon at first.

During that night, she had been horrified, possibly even.... Angry.. With him? For murdering her brother in cold blood.
She knew it was an accident. But it didn't change the fact that the only reason she had a house to live in and food to eat, as awful as it was, was now dead.

And then, he'd come and taken it all away, all while trying to 'save' her.

She'd followed him, simply because the alternative was worse.

But, as days wore on into a week, as they went from town to down and did little job for little job, she began to see him differently.

Whenever she fell, he (and Kwill, and sometimes Lorette. But mostly Zigs) helped her up. She expected yellings. She got forgiveness and tenderness. When she was clumsy, she didn't get beatings or screamings. She got help.

She expected pain. She expected rape. Instead, she got comfort and concern.

Zigs was her brother's killer.... He was her balance breaker...

... He was her savior. He was her hero.

As different, and unpredictable as this life of wandering was, she knew, it was better. It made her feel... content. At ease. For the first time in her miserable life. It made her...

... Happy?

An emotion she barely understood, having experienced it so seldom in her previous life. And it wasn't the only new strange sensation. Whenever she was around zigs. Whenever he touched her, on the shoulder usually, she felt... hot? Like her cheeks were burning up.

When she went to bed whenever that happened, she'd go to bed, whether it was an Inn or temporary Guild bunk or a tent, she'd feel herself become very damp between her legs. At first, she thought it was simply a need to pee. But whenever she got up to do so, she found she couldn't pee. It wasn't that.

She knew she had some sort of feelings. For Zigs in particular. But she didn't understand what they were, or how to process it. And it scared her.

Yet, she couldn't stop herself. All of this would continue, until one day....

"Wow, Breel." Lorette suddenly spoke to her one day after a days work where she'd carried a box alongside Zigs. "You've fallen quite hard for him, huh?"

Ever since that night, Lorette and her had grown... a bit closer. She'd pretty much forgiven her for that day. In fact, she'd almost become like... like a sister she never had. Or maybe just a really good friend. After all, she'd already seen what 'family' had meant.

"W... What do you mean?" Breel asked in response.

"Oh come on now. It's obvious!" Lorette said. "The way you get all flustered around him, like you are now. The way you're making googly eyes at him. The way you're staring at his crotch."

Breel suddenly realized she'd been doing that and snapped out of it.

"I... I don't know... what I'm feeling..." Breel stammered, poking her paws together in shame.

"You've never been in love before?" Lorette asked. "Well, I haven't either, granted, but I at least have a concept of it."

"No." Of course she hadn't. Her brother would never have allowed it. She'd been his and his alone to use. Unless he allowed someone else, like his Coffer friends, to use her as 'entertainment'. Her having some sort of 'boyfriend' or even just 'friend' in general was completely out of the question.

"Tell me, do you love him?"

"I... I do." Breel replied, her blush growing ever deeper. "...I think?"

"Then go for it!" Lorette said encouragingly as she tapped her shoulder.

"Go for what? What do you mean?"

"I mean tell that boy how you feel, then take'em to bed before someone else does!" Lorette told her encouragingly.

Breel's mind raced with panic and anxiety.

"But... I can't!" She cried. "What... What if he rejects me, like that night? What if he tells me to go away and never see him again? What if-"

Lorette sighed in irritation.

"Look, guys are kinda stupid like this. He's not going to figure out how you feel on his own. Especially not him. Besides, wasn't it Kwill that told you to get lost that night and not him?"

"Well.... Yes, but..."

"Well, if it's just Zigs, the worst he'll do is politely tell you 'no'. Best case scenario, well..."

She felt the Furret put her paw on her shoulder.

"Believe me, you don't want to keep putting it off and living with regrets. I know how that feels. So do yourself a favor and just go for it!"

"I..." Breel sniffled, but gave a smile. "I will. Th-Thanks, Lorette."

"No problem." She gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. "We're in this together now, yeah?"

Breel nodded warmly at her now-friend.

That night, they'd been staying in an inn. Lucky, as this meant everyone had a room. It would have been more awkward had they been out on the road and camping in the snow where everyone shared a tent.

More awkward than it was going to be for her already, that is.

She knocked on the door. For a second, she had been afraid that he'd already be asleep or that he'd tell her to 'go away'. To her immediate relief, she instead heard him say "come in" from the other side.

The umbreon entered his room, and closed the door behind her, and Zigs standing there. She saw the sword laying in a corner, he'd obviously put it away in preparation to go to bed for the night. However, he didn't look too surprised to see her.

'Maybe Lorette told him I was coming?' She thought to herself.

"Hi, Breel." He greeted warmly, yet scratching his head. "So... umm... What brings you here?" He asked a bit awkwardly.

"I..." Part of her wanted to run out in embarrassment as she thought about how she was going to do this. No, she was going to do this. "I just... wanted to say some things."

"About?" Zigs raised an eyebrow. "I mean, you can talk to me at any time you know-"

"I... wanted to say them in private." She corrected him.

"Oh." Zigs nodded with understanding

"Well... I... I just... wanted to say... ummm..." Breel stammered as Zigs raised an eyebrow, yet didn't seem to get annoyed. He was being patient with her. He knew she had trouble expressing herself.

All the more reason she loved him. All the more reason she needed to say so, now.

"I just... wanted to say... how I feel about you." She could feel her cheeks burn up as she said it. She looked off to the side in embarrassment.

"Oh..." His expression melted to a frown. "It's... about that day, isn't it? I know I can't take back what I did to your brother. I-"

"No, no!" She put her paws up and shook them. "Well... I mean...." She sighed. "I'll admit, there's still a small part of me that mourns him. Despite how he treated me, he was still my brother."

"I'm so-"

"Don't be." Her eyes narrowed as she cut him off. "It's only a small part. A part that's grown smaller and smaller ever since we left there."

"Oh?"

"I... I don't blame you for what happened. You... You were just trying to stop him. I know that."

Zigs looked over to the side guilty as she continued.

"I've had time to think now. Now that I've been away from there, been with you and the rest, I... I'm living better now than I ever did. Thanks to you."

"But I took you away from your home." Zigs replied.

"A home I only had because I was a free hole. And a free worker. One he could use and abuse without anyone telling him 'no'. I... I was..."

"... A slave." Zigs finished.

"Y... Yes." She answered. "I... Was a slave. And you took me away from that."

She took a breath, before she continued.

"What I'm trying to say here is... Thank you. For saving me that day."

"Erm... Well... There really is no need to thank me."

"I... I insist!" She replied. "But... It's... not the only thing."

"It's not?" Zigs asked cluelessly.

Her shyness and awkwardness had returned. She couldn't spit the words out. No matter how hard she tried. So when she finally did...

"I'mkindainlovewithyouandIdon'treallyknowhowtosayit." It all came out in one blob.

Her cheeks burned, and she put her paws to her face as she looked away.

"W... What?" Zigs asked, having not gotten what she was trying to say.

She found herself locked up, unable to say what she wanted to say.

"Breel? Are... Are you alright?"

'Then go for it!' Lorette's words rung at the back of her mind. Her mind swam. 'Look, guys are kinda stupid like this. He's not going to figure out how you feel on his own. Especially not him.'

At that moment, she knew. She had to act. Her body seemed to move, of its own bravery, before her mind had time to catch up and stop her. Her hands came down. She turned towards Zigs. Before he could say another word, she threw herself at him, wrapping her paws around him, and did something she never did in her life, to anyone.
She kissed him. Not just a light peck, but a full, hungry kiss on the lips.

Her mind, the shy side, yelled at her, screamed at her to stop. To break now, to apologize for her impudence. Told her that he'd hate her. But she didn't. Even if he rejected her, even if he pushed her away, she'd have this. Have this moment. She waited for it to happen, for him to push her away from him and yell at her, or at the very least tell her that he didn't feel the same way.

She should have known better by now, that nothing she ever thought he'd do was what he actually did.

His eyes had gone wide at suddenly being grabbed and kissed. Her eyes had locked with his, and seen the sheer shock. But to her own, he didn't push her away, or try to stop her. In fact, after the initial shock had worn off, she felt his right paw wrap around her hip, while his left wrapped around her back. He pulled her closer, their fur brushing against one another.

Their lips remained locked, the two giving light moans into their mouths. Their lips parted just a bit, allowing each other's tongues to slip into their mouths. She felt his slide in hers as she slipped into his, the two sharing their tastes with each other. The taste of... their shared meal an hour before. Inn food. It didn't matter though, what mattered was the feelings wordlessly shared between them

After a moment, they stopped. He still held her, and her him, but he was finally able to speak.
"I think... I get what you were trying to say now." Zigs whispered to her.

"Yes."

"I think... I feel the same- er, oh!"

Breel felt it too. Something pressing against her lower belly. The two looked down, and saw it. The little red tip starting to poke out of the Zigazoon's sheath.

Now it was Zig's turn to be flushed with embarrassment.

"Umm... Hehehe... Sorry?" He rubbed the back of this head.

Her own cheeks flushed at it.

"Maybe I... Can... take care of it for you?" She asked, her eyes narrowing with a sultry smile.

"Well... uh... I mean..." Zig.

Breel didn't wait for a proper yes or no. She dropped to her knees, until the cone tip was right at her face.

This was not new to her. Not by a longshot. Her brother and his 'friends' had often used her mouth as a third hole to shove themselves into when they needed 'relief' or 'entertainment'. She'd been taught to do this 'willingly' by her brother whenever he demanded. She knew the price of objecting. He'd shove it in anyway. And it would hurt.

It always hurt. But if she refused, it would have hurt more.

She wasn't afraid of it this time though. She knew Zigs wouldn't force her.

"Wait stop." Zigs told her before she could open her mouth and begin.

Her heart sank. After all that, was he pushing her away? Was he going to say 'I'm not ready for that yet?'

"I... I'm sorry. A... Am I... going too fast?" She asked as she arose to her feet. However, she saw him get on the bed, and sit upright.

"No." Zigs responded. "I just figured it'd be more comfortable for you if you were sitting here instead of down there." He patted the spot beside him.

She smiled again as she crawled up onto the bed beside him.

"So you're okay with... this?" She asked.

"I won't stop you, not this time." Zigs said as she got into position. "But, if you're not comfortable with this, you don't have to do it."

"But.. I do." She replied as she once again found herself in position in front of his cock. Which, despite its lack of attention, more had slipped out. Possibly in anticipation of what was to come.

Zigs had been right though. She was a lot more comfortable laying in front of him on her stomach than she would have been on her knees.

She gave it a cautious lick. The taste was, well, certainly different than what she was used to. In a good way, of course. Her lick earned a low moan from Zigs.

"Is... this your first time?" She asked before she gave another one. It surprised her since her brother never gave that kind of reaction to the first lick.

"Y... Yeah." Zigs replied. "Er, well, not counting the thing with Doom. Er... Nevermind. Yes. it is."

That was surprising to Breel. She had figured that a guy like him had been swimming in lovers by now. Though, then again, she never saw him make moves on another. And given his own awkwardness over things, maybe it wasn't surprising after all.

It did however make her heart flutter. She was his first. She was going to be his first! A small bit of pride filled her as she licked away at the rapidly hardening and expanding cone in front of her. When it finally stopped, she took but a second to look at it. It was fairly good sized. Not the biggest in existence, but that hardly mattered.

If anything, it not being insanely huge was a blessing. It would make things much easier for her. Especially this next part.

She licked her lips, to lubricate them, then she pursed them, and pushed them against the tip. With practiced slowness, she pushed it past them, making sure to press them together to give them friction. She did not take the whole thing at once however, as that would have quickly dried her lips, and would have worked against the two of them. Instead, she bobbed her head carefully and slowly, going a little further with each descent. Making sure to wetten what was already in her mouth. This prevented her from having to lick her lips again.

"Oooh" She heard Zigs sigh. Music to her ears. It meant she was doing a good job.

Keeping this pace up, it was not long till her lips met his crotch. She felt the tip at the back of her throat. Luckily, she had developed a good gag reflex over the years. She held there, her tongue swirling around his cock. This resulted in more moans from her lover.

"Mmmph! You're so good at this, Breel!" He shouted. "Oh, uh, sorry." He quickly added. "I... didn't mean... anything by that."

Breel was for the moment confused by why he thought that was a bad thing. Then she remembered where she'd learned such skills, and could see his point. Still, she couldn't feel angry or even mildly annoyed at him for it. She knew he was telling the truth when he said he meant nothing by it.

Still though, the less she thought of that ex-brother of hers in this moment, the better.

She had no intention of staying like this however. Once the rest of the Zigazoon's cock was slathered up nice and wet, she raised her head, making sure to keep her lips clamping his cock and taking great care to avoid letting the cock touch her teeth as she felt the shaft leave her throat and mouth, exposing the wettened rod to the cold inn air, until only the tip remained, just barely penetrating her lips. She did not hold it there for long, and began a slow descent once more, until her snout once again touched his fur, only to rise once again.

She set a nice, slow pace. Normally she'd have done this as quick as possible, just to get it over with. But not tonight. Not with Zigs. She wanted this to last. And last it did, with her pace increasing ever so slowly, her head rising and falling on the dick in front of her. She heard his breating intensify as she continued, as did the volume and intensity of his moans. Gradually, she quickend her pace, until she was rapidly rising and falling, the tip of the cock becoming quite familiar to the back of her throat.

It was the pace she was used to.

She took quick breaths in between rises and falls. All the while, she was just barely aware of the collecting moisture in between her own legs. Once she was going at it full throttle, her pussy began to drip with need. Yet, she did nothing to alleviate it. She wasn't sure what to do on that front.

She had never masturbated. She never really had a need to, nor any fantasy to masturbate to. Besides, it would make the coming part less painful for her. She hoped.

"Nngh! Breel! I... I feel like..."

She didn't need to hear the rest. She began to bob her head as fast as she could once he yelled it.  The end was near, and even without his announcement, she could feel it.

"AHHH!!"

And sure enough, she had just been mid-descent when the flood of liquid heat filled her mouth. His cock pulsed and twitched as shot after shot filled her mouth, filling him with an admittedly, pretty good flavor. She just barely managed to keep it all in. More skills she'd learned, against her will, but good to have now. Finally, it came to an end, he'd cum all he could in the moment.

"Ahhh... Ahhhhhhh..." Zigs panted as she swallowed the last of it. She lifted herself up. "That..." He panted, "Was really good."

She smiled at him. Though her smile was a little sad. Sad, because she knew what was coming next: the painful part. Where he penetrated her. The part that always hurt her. Still, she'd do it for him.

She sat back on the bed, right next to him, leaning back against the pillow. Slowly, she spread her legs and closed her eyes, just catching his approach before full blackness overtook her vision. Sure enough, she felt his fur between her legs, and said legs being spread apart. She took a deep breath, bracing for the inevitable pain. She knew... hoped it would not be as painful as all her other encounters had been. She trusted Zigs, to be sure. But, even still, she knew it was coming.

That's when she felt it. The wetness against her spread pussy. But, it felt... off. It didn't feel like the tip of a cock. It felt a lot wetter. A lot softer. It felt like...

... A tongue?!

She opened her eyes in questioning. They went wide when they saw. He wasn't over her, his dick prodding her, like she'd expected. Instead of his cock in between her legs, she saw... his head?! To her shock, he was in the same position she had been just moments earlier.

"Erm.. W.. What are you doing?" She asked awkwardly.

Zigs stopped what he was about to do and looked up at her with a smile.

"Well..." He said, "I can't very well take the pleasure without giving some back, now can I?"

No sooner than he said this than he returned to what he was doing. She shivered as she felt his tongue slide along her folds. This was a sensation completely new to her. Neither her brother nor his 'friends' had ever done such a thing. Why would they have? She was something to get pleasure out of, not give pleasure to.

"Mmph! Ahh!" She moaned that tongue lapped at her again and again. Breel could hardly believe this was his 'first time', as the sensation felt so... Good!

She spread her legs as far as she could, bending her knees and used her paws to hold them wide, so she could give him as much access as she could. Zigs responded by licking her faster, and then by pushing his tongue into her, causing her to gasp out in surprise.

She felt it go deep. Not as deep as a dick might have. That was impossible for most species, his included. But it was still more than enough to make her shiver from the newfound sensation.

"H... How're you... Nnnghh... So good?!" She moaned.

She felt Zigs stop licking her for just a moment. She was slightly annoyed that he had stopped, but then felt yet another new sensation: his paw, rubbing her pussy, the digit swirling around and around. He kept the pleasure going while he spoke.

"My aunt." He said. "Shortly before the day I was drafted, she'd taken me aside for some 'private lessons.' Just in case I 'met a girl I liked.' She wanted me to 'not be sitting there not knowing what to do.' I guess..." He stopped his paw-stimulation to give her another lick. "It paid off."

"Ahhh.. I'll say!" Breel huffed as he lifted his paw and continued his work with her tongue. Just when she thought he'd just returned to licking at her pussy and spearing her inner walls with his tongue, she felt yet another sensation she'd never felt before. It would have seemed that using his hands to rub her folds gave him another idea. Or he'd had it from the beginning and just decided to do it now. She didn't know which it was, but what she did feel was the little nub above her folds being rubbed. Not directly, her lover was being careful not to do that, but rather through the skin and fur.

"Ahhh!! NNGH!!" It was driving her wild, between his skillful paw work and tongue work, it was all too much. Even the fur on his face tickling her inner thighs was adding to it.  She felt something, something like a heat, or a shiver, rising, growing more and more intense by the moment. Almost like a need to pee, but much different. Something she never felt before.

"I... I... AHHH!" She didn't even get the warning out before her body shook and quaked in an explosion of pleasure and sensation. Try as she might to keep them appart, her legs voluntarily closed, but thankfully weren't anywhere near strong enough to crush her lover's head, or even cause him any discomfort. She could swear she felt herself leak, but it wasn't like peeing. It was... it was...

... An orgasm?!

Was this what it felt like? To feel... Good during sex?

She realized then and there. Zigs... Had just given her her first orgasm. All without being asked to or needing to!

She couldn't help but sob from the overwhelming feelings and sensations.

Zigs looked up, and his eyes went wide from worry when he saw her cried. He immediately got up and crawled up to her, his paw cupping her face in moments.

"Woah, did I do something wrong?" He stammered "I, I'm sorry! I-"

Breel reached over, and placed her paw on the other side of his face, and smiled at him through the tears.

"I... I'm not crying.." She sniffled. "Cause I'm sad. It's... It's just... the first time... I ever.." She sniffled. "I ever... did this."

"You've never came before?" Zigs asked.

"N... No." She sobbed. "This was... the first time."

"Oh." Zigs smiled. "I... I was worried, I thought I'd-"

Before he could continue, she grabbed the back of his head and upper back with her other paw, and pulled him in close for yet another passionate embrace, which very quickly turned into an even more passionate kiss. This time there was no hesitation. Their tongues were in each other's mouths in less than a second. Their bodies pressed against each other, involuntarily rubbing.

She could feel his tip press against her now soaked entrance. And, she was absolutely certain of what it was this time.

He broke the kiss, and they looked into each other's eyes.

"Are you ready?" He asked her gently.

"Y-Yes." She responded. She spread herself wide for him to make it easier for him.

She closed her mouth and gritted her teeth, preparing for the pain. Sure enough, she felt the tip push into her. Very, very slowly.

The pain wasn't coming. In fact, it felt pleasurable.

She could feel him push his way further in, with very small mini-humps, giving her small bouts of sensation. He was midway in when a sudden gasp escaped from her lips.

He stopped suddenly, much to her irritation. It seems he misinterpreted her cry yet again.

"D... Do you need a moment?" He asked nervously.

"N-No." She panted. "Keep going."

Zigs nodded and complied, pushing himself deeper into her with those little humps of his until she felt his hips kiss hers.

"Need some time?" Zigs asked again.

"A little. But just a second." She huffed.

Zigs nodded, letting her catch her breath and get used to him.

"Okay. I'm good." She panted.

Once she said that, she felt the dick all but leave her wet confines, the wet rod rubbing against her walls on its exit, right until only a small part of it remained. He held it there, for just a second before he began to push into her again.

This time the motion was a lot more fluid. Like what she was used to, but a lot softer, a lot slower. She knew though it wouldn't stay like this. Nor did she want it to be so. But for now, this slow pace, getting her used to it was a more than welcome change.

She felt it slowly rub her inner walls with each slow entry and exit, and heard him pant and moan above her as she joined in turn. At first, it was barely audible, even between their huffs and breathing she was barely able to hear their activities. However, as he increased his pace ever so gradually, louder plaps and sloshes filled the room, as did their combined huffs and moans.

She felt her body begin to rock back and forth from the motion, that delicious dick of his soon slamming into her with the reckless abandon she'd been expecting from the start. But the feeling was different. Almost night and day. Whereas in her previous experiences it had been nothing but pain she'd only wished to see end as soon as possible, this was pleasure. This, she wanted. That lovely feeling of her walls being rubbed vigorously with each hard entry and exit both.

Breel, in instinct, wrapped her paws around her lovers back, and her legs around his hips. She felt herself pulling him into her with each hard thrust with the latter, her moans and groans egging him on as his did her.

"NNNgh! AHHH!!"

The pleasure she'd felt from being eaten out was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. If that was an appetiser, this was the full course of pleasure. She almost couldn't take it, the pleasure was so intense. Low moans and groans gave way to shouts and grunts.

"MMngh! YES! AHH!!" She shouted. "SO GOOD!"

At this pace, the ending crescendo was fast approaching. And she knew it.  She was just about to announce hers, when he spoke first.

"I, ahh, gonna cum!" He huffed, slowing down just a bit so as to not cum too fast. "Should I pull-"

"No!" Breel huffed in response. "Cum in me!"

"But, you might-"

"I'm incapable of laying." She sighed sadly. "He saw to that." However, her smile returned. "So do it! In me! Ahh!"

"Alright." He huffed "I'll cum in you."

"Yes!" Breel shouted. "Cum in me!"

She felt him speed up again, faster than he had before even, her body rock and shake. However, this pace didn't last for long. She felt herself hit her limit only a few moments later.

It felt like a dam bursting, as ecstasy washed over her. She gripped him tight with both her paws and legs, pulling the Zigazoon as close to her as she could manage. She let out a yell as she felt her body quake and shake, more intense than the previous time. She felt him cum too, his cock pulse and throb as her insides were filled to the brim with the Zigazoon's hot spunk.

She had no fear of him making an egg. As she had said, her brother had removed any chance of that.

In the aftermath of their shared orgasm, she could do naught but lie there, panting.  Her arm and leg's grip over him faltered. She barely registered it as her legs slid off his back and off to the sides, while her arms did the same. She was aware though when she felt his cone leave her confines. She watched as he rolled over next to her, on his back.

For a moment, the two could do nothing but stare at the ceiling. Yet, despite it, their paws found their way to each others, and her heart did a little flutter as he held her paw in his.

"Zigs..."

"Yeah?"

"... I love you." She panted weary.

"Love you too." Zigs smiled.

The pair rolled over, towards each other, and shared another kiss. Not an intense one, like the previous ones. Just a little one on the lips.

"You're my prince, you know that?" She smiled.

"I don't think I'm really the one who should have that title."

"You're a prince to me, Zigs."

The two smiled to each other, their eyes closing as sleep overtook them.

They had not noticed a certain pair of turquoise eyes belonging to an actual once-prince staring at the two. They narrowed in envy, and left in a huff.
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