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It would suffice for now, but eventually it would melt, revealing the morbid contents below.\n\n\"Only a matter of time before this is found.\" She groaned. \n\nNo matter, she'd be long gone by then, plus they had no way of tying the contents, one murdered rapist salandit guard, on her. Or at least she hoped. She took one look at it before wanding back down the alleyway.\n\n\"So much for the Slink meeting.\" She said to herself irritably. The only thing to do now was find her way back to the inn and explain all this to Anders. Who undoubtedly would be very displeased about all of this, to say the least. Probably tell her that she should have stayed inside that room. Or something like that. \n\nFor all she knew, Red Tail's ghost might have already shown up back in the room and was sucking tea down with the charmander, who now had no sword to give him.\n\nThat thought alerted her to something else. She patted her fur down, looked about. But sure enough...\n\n\"Aww dammit!\" She shouted into the raging blizzard. \"I left that behind too! Fucking hell, Lorette!\"\n\n... Yeah. She could only presume that Anders was going to go from 'displeased' to 'downright pissed' upon hearing that she'd somehow left the blade back with the dead guard. Going back and trying to dig up that snowpile to find it wasn't an option, lest she might get caught in the act again. And even if she [i]could[/i] do that...\n\n\"Yeah, fat chance of that happening in this blizzard.\" She muttered to herself. \"In fact... Where the [i]fuck[/i] even am I?!\" \n\nDuring her thoughts she must have mistakenly taken a wrong turn, because she had no idea where she even was at the moment.\n\n\"This isn't the way back to the Inn. That's for damn sure.\" She muttered. \"Great, Lorette. Great. Not only did you get raped, not only did you attract unwanted attention, not only did you lose the sword meant as a gift to the Slinks, but now you're lost in a Blizzard and can't even find your way back. Great. Just great.\" She irritably sighed. \"Can this get any worse?\"\n\nShe hoped to whatever gods existed that she did not just jinx it by saying that.\n\nLorette took a deep breath of cold air to calm down. \"Whatever. I'll deal with that later.\" She said to herself. \"First, I need to get the fuck out of this blizzard. Somewhere, anywhere.\" She looked around in her current location. She saw buildings, windows, most of which were either lit or too high up for her to reach without jumping. And no backstreet crevices to tuck herself into. Maybe-\n\nThen she saw it. A half window, sitting at just above street level.\n\n\"Let's see... Worth a try.\" She said as she sauntered over to it and took a look. It was closed, but not very well. There was enough of it sticking out. There was no light coming from inside, so no one was occupying the room behind it.\n\n\"Perfect.\" She uttered. She reached out for the window. It took a bit of doing, and for just a moment it looked like she might not have gotten a good enough grip to open it. But sure enough she found the right grip, and lifted it open. \n\nShe took a look inside. Again, it seemed dark. And she couldn't make out much from outside.\n\n\"This will do.\" She said. This was far from the first time she'd done something like this. She was quite adept at breaking and entering. She was, after all, a street thief before she joined the Wallbreakers. A vagrant. Even during her work she found herself more often than not inside of strange houses.\n\nThere was no harm in it, at least from what she saw. It's not like she intended to make it a permanent residence. She just needed an abandoned hole to duck into until the blizzard passed and not a second later. If no one saw her, no one would even know she'd been there.\nAnd if someone did come along... Well... She could surely 'convince' them to let her stay a while. Especially if they were male. She's put on the 'poor defenseless girl' act, spread her legs a bit, and let the owner have their way.\n\n\"No price too steep\" As she often told herself.\n\nAn act she was all too familiar with by now. And one that works... [i]Almost[/i] all the time with males. [i]Sometimes[/i] it worked with females too, but not often. If that was the case, she'd need to go the pathos route. Though, females were usually easier to convince than males anyway. At least from her experience.\n\nAs she slid through the window, she fell down to the floor below with a soft pat. The floor was much lower than she initially thought it would be. She looked back to the window. It was high enough up from the floor that she'd have to jump up to it. Which she could easily do. However, it did put a damper in her plans on closing the window behind her.\n\n\"Whatever.\" She thought aloud. \"Won't affect much anyway. Hopefully.\"\n\nThe furret leaned up against the concrete wall, allowing her vision to acclimate to the darkness. As she began to see clearer, she saw she was in a room with several crates and chests. Definitely a storage room of some sort.\n\n\"Huh. I wonder what's in these things.\" She saw a chest nearby. \"Couldn't hurt to take a peak.\" She thought out of boredom.\n\nShe sauntered over to it and opened it. Her eyes went wide with what she saw.\n\nGold poke. Lots of it. The chest was practically full of the stuff.\n\n\"Wait... is this...\"\n\nShe went over to another chest, and opened it. Rare gems, and gold.\n\n\"This is a Coffer's house. Nice.\" She grinned. If she pocketed some of this money and made off with it, she doubted whoever ran this joint would even notice. Not for a very long time. That thought gave her a very sneaky idea.\n\n\"I can't bring the sword, but...\" She thought. \"...Maybe I can bring back sacks of money instead?\" It seemed like a good substitute for the sword. It was nice. IRON didn't exactly grow on trees, even with the new forge they had. But who didn't love sacks of money? Especially if it could be put to better use than sitting in some dipshit Coffer's storage room.\n\nThe furret looked around the storage room for a sack or two. She found a couple, and, quickly and quietly, emptied the chests into them, being sure to close said chests later so as to not rouse suspicion of her robbery. It didn't quite fill them however, so she looked around in the other crates and chests to see what was there.\n\nShe saw some interesting items. One of which she slid into the sack. But she was mostly just after the poke. With her sacks nice and full, she decided that staying here wasn't such a good idea after all. She could easily 'convince' a coffer to not throw her out, especially since most coffers tended to be horny rich old sots. But doing so with two sacks full of stolen money would be a much harder sell. \n\nShe frowned however as she looked back up at the window. \n\n\"Dammit.\" She muttered. In her haste to rob this coffer jackass of what she could, she'd forgotten that the way she'd come in was way too high for her to simply reach. She could jump back up there no problem, but not weighed down with sacks of money like this.\n\nShe needed another way out. \n\nLorette thought a bit, looking at the room. She saw the door on the other side of the window. She didn't know where exactly it lead. It looked like it was her only option though. So she took her loot and went over to the door. She could hear some sort of excitement on the other side. Some sort of scuffle was going on. Or some sort of heated argument.\n\nShe weighed her options. On one hand, she could be spotted. On the other, there was a good chance that whatever they were doing was preoccupying them and she could sneak by unnoticed. All this loot was too good to leave behind, yet on the other she didn't want another incident like what she had with the guards that had gotten her into this situation to begin with.\n\nEventually, she decided. \n\n\"Fuck it.\" She said to herself. \"Fortune favors the foolish.\"\n\nSo she opened the door, took her bags in hand, and carefully entered the room behind it, hoping that whoever she'd find behind it wouldn't notice her. She didn't know what to expect, so she had to be cautious and ready for anything.\n\nShe was not ready for the sight she saw. That same Zigazoon guilder from the other day. The Faggot Prince himself, and that Umbreon girl she stole another sack of money from soon after said other day, all standing around the bloody corpse of that one Coffer she'd stole from that one day.\n\n[i]'Okaay, definitely not getting involved with this.'[/i] Lorette thought to herself. [i]'I'll just sneak on by, take my loot and-'[/i]\n\nThe furret felt her foot hit something. Her eyes flew to the source: a small table holding an expensive looking vase. Before she could react, she watched the thing roll off the table, and saw the vase fall to the floor. \n\nShe couldn't reach for it. Her hands were full. She could only watch it hit the floor, filling the room with a loud crash.\n\n[i]'Shit!!'[/i] Lorette thought to herself. Her focus returned to the scene, with a worried look, hoping to Balance that they'd somehow hadn't noticed her.\n\nThe silence, and stares said otherwise.\n\n\"Umm... Hi?!\" She asked awkwardly\n\nThe rest, as they say, was history.\n\nShe'd helped the trio escape the building without being noticed, at the price of them helping her complete the robbery. She was a little surprised that they'd kept up their end of the bargain. Less of a surprise now that she knew them better, but at the time it was very surprising.\n\nShe found herself following the three of them since, mostly for safety and convenience. She was most likely a wanted person, or would be once those guards were uncovered. And the three of them would be too for various reasons. For the moment, she'd reasoned that it was better to be in a group of fugitives, especially since one of them had IRON to defend them with, than to strike out on her own once more.\n\nShe'd already tried this that night, and, well, that ended in a complete disaster for her.\n\nNonetheless she hadn't intended to stay around forever. She saw a new opportunity present itself in Zig's sword. She'd lost one, but maybe she could give [i]that[/i] one to the Slinks instead.\n\nEspecially now that she knew Red Tail was back in town. Somehow. Most likely an impersonator, but a slink impersonating him would do just as well as the real deal.\n\nIt wasn't like she intended to simply rob Zigs blind. She'd let him have all the cash she swiped. After all, with the blade she'd have no use for it. She knew though he wouldn't go for it if she simply offered to 'buy' it from him.\n\nShe'd swipe the sword, leave the cash, then return to Anders, and they'd have their alliance. All would be well.\n\nThough, she held off on actually carrying out said plan. It wasn't like it was too risky or anything. But... well, she just found she didn't want to. Not today.\n\nTomorrow. She'd do it tomorrow.\n\n'Tomorrow' came. Still no sword. The next day.\n\nThe next day came and went. Maybe the day after. No, the day after that...\n\nShe couldn't articulate why she procrastinated on this. It's not like she really liked any of them. Well, Breel she felt guilty for, especially when she'd talked to her about what she'd been put through. Maybe she should take her with her when she finally swiped the sword and made a run for it? She'd certainly be better off with them than with some silly Ashshell kid and his faggot friend.\n\nDespite the fact that bringing her with was her idea to begin with.\n\n... No, that would never work. Breel would never go for it. She might even squeal on her.\n\nLorette had to think about it some more.\n\nJust like the others though, she began to notice something. Or rather, notice that something [i]should[/i] have been, but [i]wasn't[/i]: No wanted posters, no heralds, no search parties, nothing. It's like the whole world didn't care about anything that happened the night before. Kwill's bodyguard getting killed by Red Tail, who had just mysteriously come back from the dead, and then the Prince himself disappearing, a coffer being murdered in cold blood? And yet nothing? Not to mention, they would have [i]had[/i] to have found those two guards by now. So why wasn't anyone trying to do anything about it?\n\nThen she, along with the rest of them found out what was really going on with the world. Ivy taking power, declaring war on the Wallbreakers, the Slinks coming public and declaring an alliance with them.\n\nSeems Anders had gotten what he wanted, even with her fuckups.\n\nLorette didn't sleep that night. She lay awake in deep thought. About her life. About her role in the Wallbreakers. Or apparent lack thereof. About her plans regarding this ragtag group. About her future, about the world's future.\n\nShe came to a decision. She'd put those plans she'd had off. Permanently.\n\nUpon reflection, the Wallbreaker had come to some hard realizations. Namely, that her heart was never truly into this 'Wallbreaker' crap to begin with. Yes, she didn't like the Nobles. Heck, she could barely tolerate Kwill, an [i]ex[/i] noble, and one of the more 'harmless' nobles, to begin with. Mostly because of the way he looked down on her, and because of her place in her life. When the Wallbreakers had found her, she had been a mere street thief. Stealing meager amounts of coins and pickpocketing to keep herself from starving to death on the streets. A vagrant. She had thought that by joining these 'Wallbreakers', it would be like joining a guild. A guild with lower standards, and no official badges. But a guild none the less. \n\nInstead, it had been Anders going on and on day in and day out about about 'Walls' this and 'No Price To Steep' that. Looking back on it, it almost seemed more like a cult than a guild. One she'd joined out of sheer desperation.\n\nAnd it's not like her life changed that much. At the end of the day, Lorette was still a street thief. A thief with a 'cause,' sure, and frie-\n\nWell, she'd hesitate to call them 'friends'. Any more than she'd really call the current trio of mons her 'friends'. They were more 'acquaintances' than anything.\n\nShe repeated their mantra, even spread her legs for it when necessary. But, the furret realized, she never truly believed that there was 'no price too great.' And now that Ivy had brought the campaign against the wallbreakers into the open instead of something in the shadows, she realized something that had been eluding her for some time.\n\nThere was a price too great, and she didn't want to be it. Not like her former mentor.\n\nWhen she'd joined the wallbreakers and graduated beyond low level tasks, they'd assigned her one. Some old bitch from the Sands. Unlike Lorette, this mon was fully dedicated to the cause, and they often clashed. She'd call the furret too soft and a heel, simply for letting mons use her for pleasure instead of simply killing them. Or doing it then killing them later. The truth was, Lorette detested unnecessary violence, hence she was willing to give her body if it meant avoiding it. Her mentor on the other hand? Quite the contrary. She once saw her mentor kill a mon in a back alley for merely [i]asking[/i]. Yes, the guy was a creep and... probably... deserved it, but still, it unnerved her to no end.\n\nShe saw that first hand when said mentor had become 'the price too steep' in an ambush. Lorette had thought to negotiate her way out as she always had, But not her mentor. She drew her dagger and fought it out. Lorette had to watch from the shadows as the guards paralyzed her, and cut her down where she lay. The furret managed to escape thanks to her mentor's sacrifice. And the Wallbreakers even held a 'memorial' for her. \n\nShe still remembered how disappointed Anders had been in her that day, and she'd been returned to lower level duties since then.\n\nActually, now that she thought of it, maybe [i]that[/i] was the whole reason she'd put off stealing that sword from Zigs, let alone stayed around with him and his little posse. He kind of reminded the furret of her former mentor in a way, whom while she had her spats and disagreements, did care for in her own way and vise versa. He was the same evolutionary line. Had the same eyes too. It was... almost uncanny in a way.\n\nThe Zigazoon certainly didn't have the Linoone's disposition though. Nowhere close. She was bloodthirsty and zealous, to the point where Lorette thought she might have fit in better with the Slinks if she'd been born here in the Snows. Zigs on the other paw, he was... well...\n\nNaive. And a bit of a goodie-goodie. As to be expected of a Guilder, let alone a 'prim and proper' one like the Ashshells. \n\nIt was rather annoying at times. Especially when he made his disapproval of the furret's sticky fingers known. In the weeks that followed, she'd get into little arguments with him, each time having to remind him that it was for their survival and nothing else. He'd drop the subject after that, thankfully.\n\nIn its own way though, she found it... Rather endearing? More than enough to keep wanting to travel with them.\n\nStill though...\n\n\"You've got the wrong idea here.\" Lorette said. \"I hate to break it to ya Zigs, but I don't really have any of those lovey-dovey feelings for you like those two do. I like you, but... not like that.\"\n\nShe saw the trio's reaction. Zigs looked... Relieved? Yet also somewhat disappointed? Both at once? Something else? She couldn't quite read it. Had he actually hoped or expected her to jump in too? \nThe other two looked straight up the former. Like they wouldn't have to share them with someone else.\n\nWell... Actually, now that she thought about it...\n\n\"But then again...\" She allowed herself a mischievous smirk. \"I never [i]did[/i] repay you for that time you saved me from the guards, did I? Nor for not turning me in, or taking that loot and running off with it.\"\n\n\"Erm... Well.. I...\" Lorette watched amusingly as the Zigazoon stammered. \"You don't really have to thank me for that.I just.\"\n\nLorette faked a frown, taking her feet off the table and leaning in closer.\n\n\"Look, I'm going to fuck you tonight and that's the last I'm gonna hear of it.\" She said assertively. \"Just this once. Then we'll be even. Got it?\"\n\n\"I... Uhhh...\" Zigs took a breath, and looked down defeatedly. \"Fine.\"\n\nThe other two did not look happy. Kwill almost looked ready to cook her on the spot. Good. Let him stew.\n\n\"Like I said. Just this once. Just to pay off the debt I owe.\"\n\nThe umbreon and the ponce looked at each other, frowning. The nodded and look back.\n\n\"Fine.\" Breel said to her. Lorette had already known she wasn't going to get any lip from Breel though. After all, she'd been the one to tell her to pounce on Zigs in the first place. She owed her. Mr 'totally not a Faggot Prince anymore' on the other hand...\n\n\"Just. This. Once.\" He growled protectively. \n\n\"Perfect.\" Lorette said cheerfully. She looked back to Zigs. \"My room. Tonight. You know the drill.\"\n\nSaid night came faster than she anticipated. She had barely gotten in her room when she heard the door open and close behind her, and heard the familiar voice of Zigs.\n\n\"Well, I'm here.\" Zigs said. \"So how did you want to start thi-\"\n\n\"Get on the bed.\" She ordered, pointing to it. She watched Zigs go onto the bed and lay down on his back. \"Great. Just like that.\"\n\nLorette untied the one article of clothing she wore, letting it drop to the floor before she too crawled on the bed. She hovered over him, sitting upright and planting herself on his crotch.\n\n\"S... Starting off a little fast, aren't we?\" Zigs asked.\n\n\"Look,\" Lorette responded. \"I'm not going to waste time here with that lovey-dovey stuff the other two might have. So this is how it's going to go down: You're going to lie there, let me ride you until we've both had our fill. And that'll be that. Understand?\"\n\nZigs nodded without saying a word. She could feel the little poke of a dick just starting to come out of its sheath against her own crotch. Good. She began to grind her hips against his, back and forth against his sheath, using her pussy to coax it to come out. It appeared to be working, she felt the cock push harder against her entrance as more of it left the safe confines of the sheath, eager to bury itself in her warm confines. It seemed that Zigs actually liked this sort of dominant lover. Or at least his cock did. \n\nShe even found herself getting aroused by this too, growing more than a little wet. She had to admit, she liked being able to be dominant like this. It had been a luxury she didn't often get when it came to her 'prices none too steep.' Usually in these encounters she was a complete doormat, letting whatever male take their 'price' until they had their fill, usually with the promise of an egg that would never come.\n\nNot tonight though. Tonight, [i]she[/i] called the shots. [i]She[/i] was the one taking the 'price'. And, Balance Breaks, she was going to milk this for all it was worth!\n\nIt didn't hurt any that, as much as she didn't want to admit it, Zigs was rather cute. She could see why the other two fell for him.\n\n\"Good.\" Lorette huffed as she rubbed her wettening pussy against his hardening cone, mashing it against his lower belly. \"Now strap in, lover-boy. You're in for a looooong, hard ride.\"\n\nThe furret continued this crude manner of foreplay for just a moment longer, just long enough for him to get to full mast, and her to be wet enough to receive it. The second they were both ready however, she lifted her lower half off of him, just high enough for Zig's red cone to stand up straight. She aligned herself, trying to lower herself on him but missing a few times, feeling the tip press against her leg, outer crotch, and finally her outter pussy before she finally got it right the 5th time, feeling the tip press against her entrance.\n\n\"Alright. Here. We Goooo!\" She shouted as she pushed herself down fast on him. The feeling of her inner walls being invaded was she should have been used to, yet she still found herself giving a surprised 'yip' at the sudden sensation. Zigs was definitely not used to this sudden start however, as she heard a loud gasp come from him as well.\n\nShe gave a little shudder at the feeling in her. She was honestly surprised at herself, feeling like this, from a dick this size. It wasn't the first one she had in her. Not by a long shot. She had too many to count, in fact. Too many 'favors', too many 'prices none to steep' to keep track of.\n\nIf Zigs were a lesser mon, he wouldn't have been exactly in the wrong to call her a 'slut'. Though he wasn't. He was too kind for that. Something that both annoyed and endeared her. \n\nAs far as his size went, well... Zigs wasn't the biggest. Not by far. That was good though, big dicks were always a pain to deal with. Literally, in fact. Though thankfully he was not exactly 'small' either. As far as dicks went, Zigs was the epitome of 'Happy Medium'.\n\nThat was good.\n\nBut she had enough of evaluating his tool. It was time to put it to work.\n\nThe ex-wallbreaker sat up, her long body now fully perpendicular with the boy's. She used her knees to lift herself up, just high enough to come slamming down on him again, filling the room with dual moans from the both of them. She didn't wait this time around however, as she rose and fall yet again, setting a hard pace, the furret bouncing on the zigazoon's cock carnally and needfully, again and again. \n\nThis felt much different than the other times she was used to. It felt... more carnal. More filling. More... Desirable. She didn't think she could stop now even if she wanted to. \n\nAnd she most certainly did [i]not[/i].\n\nThat thought surprised her. She... didn't want it to be over? She... [i]Enjoyed[/i] this? This feeling of dick piercing and rubbing against her walls again and again? She rarely if ever enjoyed it in the past. So, why now?\n\n\"Maybe... the fact that I'm actively participating... and not just lying there taking it like a whore?\" She thought as she placed her paw behind her head, and slammed her hips onto that delicious, filling cock again. It felt so... Liberating, dominating the zigazoon like this. \n\nLorette had to wonder if this is what it felt like to be a noble, being awash in pleasure like this. If that was the case, no wonder they kept doing things like this. \n\nThe Furret's attention shifted towards the Zigazoon's face. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, his mouth open in a wide open grin. It looked like he wasn't exactly opposed to being a bottom either.\n\nThis suited her just fine. \n\nShe rode him hard and rough, the wet slaps from her descents filling the room, as did their combined huffs and moans, the rod ramming into her again, sending waves of pleasure with each hard descent. She felt his hips buck up into hers with each hard descent, the Zigazoon eager to get as much of himself into her as hard as possible.\n\nThen, she felt a paw on her hip. \n\nOh no, that would not do.\n\n\"No no no!\" She acted quickly, swatting the paw away. She stopped for just a moment to lean in and chide him to his face. \"No touching, hero boy! Only fucking.\"\n\nZigs, suddenly aware of his actions, nodded. He planted his paws by the bed, and gripped the sheets tightly.\n\nSatisfied at this, the furret stayed like this, now placing her paws on either side of his head, using this for leverage. She slammed down on his hips harder and more frequently. Even the bed bounced and creaked on the wooden floor.\n\nThat little annoyance aside, Lorette was loving every second of this. There was no more denying it now. She Loving every second of being in control, of being the boss for once. Of bouncing on that thick hard just-right cock. \n\nEnjoying a good fuck. It was something she never thought she'd see the day of.\n\nShe was enjoying it [i]too[/i] much, in fact. As the pleasure quickly mounted, she felt her climax quickly approach.\n\n\"GONNA!\" She shouted\n\n\"ME TOO!\" Zigs shouted back. \n\nWith a loud long shout, the two came. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open as she felt her body shudder. She instinctively tightened her legs, feeling the dick pulse within her and release jets of hot seed into her thankfully barren womb. \n\nThe two could do nothing but sit there for a bit. Sharing the moment, huffing and puffing from exhaustion. She felt the cum leak out of her as Zig's conical cock began to soften down. \n\nWhen she first started, Lorette had perhaps intended to end it all here, call the debt done and that would be it. But... after that? She needed more. And she was going to get more. And she knew just how to do it.\n\nShe leaned into his ear, and huskily whispered \"Don't think we're done yet.\" She panted with a naughty grin. \"We're just getting started.\"\n\nShe saw Zigs crack a smile. Good. He didn't want this to be over yet either.\n\nOne she regained the energy to do so, she got up off of him, very slowly, savoring the one last rubbing slide as it left her pussy completely, allowing more spunk to dribble onto the Zigazoon's crotch. The furret bent over and looked down, smiling as she admired their combined handiwork.\n\n\"You made quite the mess in me.\" She commented. \"Good thing I'm barren. Otherwise I might be worried.\"\n\n\"Yeah... I was gonna say...\" Zigs said as he looked off to the side.\n\n\"Yeah, otherwise I might have pulled out or gotten one of those anti-pregnancy berries or something.\" She said as she turned herself around overtop of him. Her face was now level with his deflated cock. She knew it would take a bit before it was ready, but she knew how to help it along. \n\nShe took the limp cone in her paw, and gave it a short burst of breath, before taking the thing into her mouth. She knew how to suck a cock, of course. She'd been made to plenty of times. And how to get the most out of it. It was in all honesty, the worst part of sex in her opinion. Not only having to put up with guys using her mouth like a pussy, but also having to endure the taste of it too. Especially since they usually didn't stop there.\n\nThough in this instance, she found the taste rather... bearable? Well, it would make this part that much easier for her, then. She swirled her tongue along the cone, lapping up their combined juices. It wasn't the tastiest thing in the world, but it was definitely bearable. \n\nHowever. Something was missing. Something Zigs should have been doing, but wasn't.\n\nShe tried the subtle method first, by lowering her hips down. When she still felt nothing, she huffed onto his cock with irritation, and let it slide out of her mouth. She saw zigs look at her questioningly as she looked at him, very much annoyed.\n\n\"...Well?\" She groaned.\n\n\"Well what?\" Zigs asked naively.\n\n\"You gonna deal with that?\" She shook her cum-filled behind expectantly in his face. \"Or do I have to write a nine-page invite application like what you Guildies do?\"\n\n\"Uhhh...\" Zigs stammered. \"That's not how the Guild wor-\"\n\n\"Don't care.\" Lorette cut him off rudely. \"Start licking. Now.\" She ordered. To emphasize her point, she pushed her lower half directly onto his face, no doubt smearing his muzzle with their combined juices. \n\nIt didn't take long for Zigs to get the message after this, as the feeling of a tongue inside her cum-soaked nethers clearly indicated. She gave out a satisfied sigh.\n\n\"Better.\" She huffed, before returning her attention to the dick in front of her. She took it into her mouth once more, continuing exactly where she left off. It seemed however this little act of dominance got him just a little harder before she restarted. \n\nGood, this would go quicker then.\n\nShe ground her pussy against his face as she felt the tongue lap at her from the inside, which she returned the favor of by swirling hers around his cock. She didn't do this for long however, as she soon started to bob her head up and down on his pole. She kept at this, the two of them licking at each other's privates, until Zigs was hard and ready to go for a second round. She lifted herself off, both his cock and away from his muzzle.\n\nZigs must have thought they were going to keep going like this, as when she turned back around, she saw him give her a questioning look. One that silently asked 'Why did you stop? I was enjoying that.'\n\n\"Alright big boy.\" She announced as she once again positioned herself over his now rock hard dick. \"Time for round two.\" No sooner than she said that, she slammed back down on him again with a pleasured shout.\n\nShe dominated him like this throughout the rest of the night. She rode him frontwards, and backwards. Each time letting him fill her up more. Each time having the two of them eat each other out before continuing.\n\nShe even took it up the butt for a round. A weird experience, but she could see why Kwill liked it so much. Still, she much preferred the 'normal way'.\n\nBut, all things must come to an end. Even her newfound dominant energy had limits. With one last decent, one last orgasm, she found herself laying on top of him, not to rise again for the rest of the night. \n\nShe felt his arm wrap around her. She let him have this. He earned it, as far as she was concerned.\n\n[i]\"There.\"[/i] She told herself just before she drifted off to sleep in his arms. [i]\"My debt is paid now.\"[/i]\n\n[i]\"It was just this once.\"[/i]\n\nIs what she told herself the next day.\n\nIt's what she told herself when she saw Breel and Kwill come to an agreement to 'share' him one night after the other. No, she wasn't jealous. She was happy for them. Breel especially, that poor girl went through so much, and she was happy she finally found love, and even more happy to have played a part in it. Besides, she got what she wanted.\n\n[i]\"One night. That's all I needed.\"[/i] \n\nIs what she told herself when she heard the moans from the next room over in another inn.\n\n[i]\"The price is paid. I don't need anymore.\"[/i]\n\nIs what she thought, all the while her paws worked her pussy to the sounds of Zigs and his lover of the day next door.\n\nWas it Breel? Or was it Kwill this time? She couldn't tell. Nor cared. All she could think about was Zigs doing it to her. That conical dick of his sinking into her pussy, her digits mirroring the huffs and moans next door. Imagining herself sinking onto his cock, feeling it in her again. \n\nLorette felt herself orgasm, shuddering as she lay there on the bed. But it wasn't as strong as that night. It wasn't the real thing.\n\n[i]\"Well...[/i]\" She thought as she lay there panting. [i]\"Maybe just... ONCE more?\"[/i]\n\nShe talked to Breel about it, who agreed to let Lorette ask Zigs to take her place for a night. He agreed.\n\nLorette felt it again. The wonderful feelings from that one night. The huffs, the moans, the wet slaps, the perfectly normal conical dick filling her insides, said insides being filled with his cream.\n\nThis time, he even let him dominate her for a turn. She found she didn't really like it any less.\n\nShe was satisfied.\n\nShe was done.\n\nThat is what she said to herself as her legs dripped with need in the following days.\n\n[i]\"But maybe one more time?\"[/i]\n\nShe of course let Breel and Kwill have their turns first. After all, Zigs was not some pot of gold from a stupid Coffer to steal away from them.\n\nShe... just needed to feel it again.\n\nAnd so she did. \n\n[i]\"Maybe just another?\"[/i]\n\nBreel smirked knowingly at her when she asked. She of course let her.\n\nOne more night of passion. Another pawing off the night after.\n\n[i]\"One more time. That's it.\"[/i]\n\n\"So how many 'one more times' are we going to do this?\" Zigs asked with a chuckle, as they lay in each other's arms after her fifth 'one more time'. \"Not that I'm complaining.\"\n\n[i]\"No. This is it. I'm not...\"[/i]\n[i]\"I'm not...\"[/i]\n[i]\"I'm not going to...\"[/i]\n\nLorette sighed.\n\n[i]\"Oh who are you kidding, Lorette?!\"[/i]\n\n\"Fine. I admit it.\" Lorette grumbled in defeat. \"I've fallen for you, guildie-goodie. Just like the others. Both for you, and your cock.\" She empasized the point by giving it a stroke with her paw. \n\n\"I kinda figured that was the case.\" He gave her a light smooch on the cheek. \"Truth is, I-\"\n\n\"Ugh, Don't say it.\" Lorette stopped him with a huff. \"Look, I'm still working through this whole 'being in love' thing. It's strange, and embarrassing for me.\"\n\n\"I... know the feeling.\" Zigs said. \"It felt a bit strange on my end too when Breel first confessed to me. Weirder still when I realized the same. And Kwill too.\"\n\nShe gave a 'hmph' in response.\n\n\"But... yes. I'll join your little harem, Zigs\" She chuckled. \"I might as well.\"\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Part 4: A Broken Wall

Lorette sighed as she patted the freshly dug snow mound. It would suffice for now, but eventually it would melt, revealing the morbid contents below.

"Only a matter of time before this is found." She groaned.

No matter, she'd be long gone by then, plus they had no way of tying the contents, one murdered rapist salandit guard, on her. Or at least she hoped. She took one look at it before wanding back down the alleyway.

"So much for the Slink meeting." She said to herself irritably. The only thing to do now was find her way back to the inn and explain all this to Anders. Who undoubtedly would be very displeased about all of this, to say the least. Probably tell her that she should have stayed inside that room. Or something like that.

For all she knew, Red Tail's ghost might have already shown up back in the room and was sucking tea down with the charmander, who now had no sword to give him.

That thought alerted her to something else. She patted her fur down, looked about. But sure enough...

"Aww dammit!" She shouted into the raging blizzard. "I left that behind too! Fucking hell, Lorette!"

... Yeah. She could only presume that Anders was going to go from 'displeased' to 'downright pissed' upon hearing that she'd somehow left the blade back with the dead guard. Going back and trying to dig up that snowpile to find it wasn't an option, lest she might get caught in the act again. And even if she could do that...

"Yeah, fat chance of that happening in this blizzard." She muttered to herself. "In fact... Where the fuck even am I?!"

During her thoughts she must have mistakenly taken a wrong turn, because she had no idea where she even was at the moment.

"This isn't the way back to the Inn. That's for damn sure." She muttered. "Great, Lorette. Great. Not only did you get raped, not only did you attract unwanted attention, not only did you lose the sword meant as a gift to the Slinks, but now you're lost in a Blizzard and can't even find your way back. Great. Just great." She irritably sighed. "Can this get any worse?"

She hoped to whatever gods existed that she did not just jinx it by saying that.

Lorette took a deep breath of cold air to calm down. "Whatever. I'll deal with that later." She said to herself. "First, I need to get the fuck out of this blizzard. Somewhere, anywhere." She looked around in her current location. She saw buildings, windows, most of which were either lit or too high up for her to reach without jumping. And no backstreet crevices to tuck herself into. Maybe-

Then she saw it. A half window, sitting at just above street level.

"Let's see... Worth a try." She said as she sauntered over to it and took a look. It was closed, but not very well. There was enough of it sticking out. There was no light coming from inside, so no one was occupying the room behind it.

"Perfect." She uttered. She reached out for the window. It took a bit of doing, and for just a moment it looked like she might not have gotten a good enough grip to open it. But sure enough she found the right grip, and lifted it open.

She took a look inside. Again, it seemed dark. And she couldn't make out much from outside.

"This will do." She said. This was far from the first time she'd done something like this. She was quite adept at breaking and entering. She was, after all, a street thief before she joined the Wallbreakers. A vagrant. Even during her work she found herself more often than not inside of strange houses.

There was no harm in it, at least from what she saw. It's not like she intended to make it a permanent residence. She just needed an abandoned hole to duck into until the blizzard passed and not a second later. If no one saw her, no one would even know she'd been there.
And if someone did come along... Well... She could surely 'convince' them to let her stay a while. Especially if they were male. She's put on the 'poor defenseless girl' act, spread her legs a bit, and let the owner have their way.

"No price too steep" As she often told herself.

An act she was all too familiar with by now. And one that works... Almost all the time with males. Sometimes it worked with females too, but not often. If that was the case, she'd need to go the pathos route. Though, females were usually easier to convince than males anyway. At least from her experience.

As she slid through the window, she fell down to the floor below with a soft pat. The floor was much lower than she initially thought it would be. She looked back to the window. It was high enough up from the floor that she'd have to jump up to it. Which she could easily do. However, it did put a damper in her plans on closing the window behind her.

"Whatever." She thought aloud. "Won't affect much anyway. Hopefully."

The furret leaned up against the concrete wall, allowing her vision to acclimate to the darkness. As she began to see clearer, she saw she was in a room with several crates and chests. Definitely a storage room of some sort.

"Huh. I wonder what's in these things." She saw a chest nearby. "Couldn't hurt to take a peak." She thought out of boredom.

She sauntered over to it and opened it. Her eyes went wide with what she saw.

Gold poke. Lots of it. The chest was practically full of the stuff.

"Wait... is this..."

She went over to another chest, and opened it. Rare gems, and gold.

"This is a Coffer's house. Nice." She grinned. If she pocketed some of this money and made off with it, she doubted whoever ran this joint would even notice. Not for a very long time. That thought gave her a very sneaky idea.

"I can't bring the sword, but..." She thought. "...Maybe I can bring back sacks of money instead?" It seemed like a good substitute for the sword. It was nice. IRON didn't exactly grow on trees, even with the new forge they had. But who didn't love sacks of money? Especially if it could be put to better use than sitting in some dipshit Coffer's storage room.

The furret looked around the storage room for a sack or two. She found a couple, and, quickly and quietly, emptied the chests into them, being sure to close said chests later so as to not rouse suspicion of her robbery. It didn't quite fill them however, so she looked around in the other crates and chests to see what was there.

She saw some interesting items. One of which she slid into the sack. But she was mostly just after the poke. With her sacks nice and full, she decided that staying here wasn't such a good idea after all. She could easily 'convince' a coffer to not throw her out, especially since most coffers tended to be horny rich old sots. But doing so with two sacks full of stolen money would be a much harder sell.

She frowned however as she looked back up at the window.

"Dammit." She muttered. In her haste to rob this coffer jackass of what she could, she'd forgotten that the way she'd come in was way too high for her to simply reach. She could jump back up there no problem, but not weighed down with sacks of money like this.

She needed another way out.

Lorette thought a bit, looking at the room. She saw the door on the other side of the window. She didn't know where exactly it lead. It looked like it was her only option though. So she took her loot and went over to the door. She could hear some sort of excitement on the other side. Some sort of scuffle was going on. Or some sort of heated argument.

She weighed her options. On one hand, she could be spotted. On the other, there was a good chance that whatever they were doing was preoccupying them and she could sneak by unnoticed.  All this loot was too good to leave behind, yet on the other she didn't want another incident like what she had with the guards that had gotten her into this situation to begin with.

Eventually, she decided.

"Fuck it." She said to herself. "Fortune favors the foolish."

So she opened the door, took her bags in hand, and carefully entered the room behind it, hoping that whoever she'd find behind it wouldn't notice her. She didn't know what to expect, so she had to be cautious and ready for anything.

She was not ready for the sight she saw. That same Zigazoon guilder from the other day. The Faggot Prince himself, and that Umbreon girl she stole another sack of money from soon after said other day, all standing around the bloody corpse of that one Coffer she'd stole from that one day.

'Okaay, definitely not getting involved with this.' Lorette thought to herself. 'I'll just sneak on by, take my loot and-'

The furret felt her foot hit something. Her eyes flew to the source: a small table holding an expensive looking vase. Before she could react, she watched the thing roll off the table, and saw the vase fall to the floor.

She couldn't reach for it. Her hands were full. She could only watch it hit the floor, filling the room with a loud crash.

'Shit!!' Lorette thought to herself. Her focus returned to the scene, with a worried look, hoping to Balance that they'd somehow hadn't noticed her.

The silence, and stares said otherwise.

"Umm... Hi?!" She asked awkwardly

The rest, as they say, was history.

She'd helped the trio escape the building without being noticed, at the price of them helping her complete the robbery. She was a little surprised that they'd kept up their end of the bargain. Less of a surprise now that she knew them better, but at the time it was very surprising.

She found herself following the three of them since, mostly for safety and convenience. She was most likely a wanted person, or would be once those guards were uncovered. And the three of them would be too for various reasons. For the moment, she'd reasoned that it was better to be in a group of fugitives, especially since one of them had IRON to defend them with, than to strike out on her own once more.

She'd already tried this that night, and, well, that ended in a complete disaster for her.

Nonetheless she hadn't intended to stay around forever. She saw a new opportunity present itself in Zig's sword. She'd lost one, but maybe she could give that one to the Slinks instead.

Especially now that she knew Red Tail was back in town. Somehow. Most likely an impersonator, but a slink impersonating him would do just as well as the real deal.

It wasn't like she intended to simply rob Zigs blind. She'd let him have all the cash she swiped. After all, with the blade she'd have no use for it. She knew though he wouldn't go for it if she simply offered to 'buy' it from him.

She'd swipe the sword, leave the cash, then return to Anders, and they'd have their alliance. All would be well.

Though, she held off on actually carrying out said plan. It wasn't like it was too risky or anything. But... well, she just found she didn't want to. Not today.

Tomorrow. She'd do it tomorrow.

'Tomorrow' came. Still no sword. The next day.

The next day came and went. Maybe the day after. No, the day after that...

She couldn't articulate why she procrastinated on this. It's not like she really liked any of them. Well, Breel she felt guilty for, especially when she'd talked to her about what she'd been put through. Maybe she should take her with her when she finally swiped the sword and made a run for it? She'd certainly be better off with them than with some silly Ashshell kid and his faggot friend.

Despite the fact that bringing her with was her idea to begin with.

... No, that would never work. Breel would never go for it. She might even squeal on her.

Lorette had to think about it some more.

Just like the others though, she began to notice something. Or rather, notice that something should have been, but wasn't: No wanted posters, no heralds, no search parties, nothing. It's like the whole world didn't care about anything that happened the night before. Kwill's bodyguard getting killed by Red Tail, who had just mysteriously come back from the dead, and then the Prince himself disappearing, a coffer being murdered in cold blood? And yet nothing? Not to mention, they would have had to have found those two guards by now. So why wasn't anyone trying to do anything about it?

Then she, along with the rest of them found out what was really going on with the world. Ivy taking power, declaring war on the Wallbreakers, the Slinks coming public and declaring an alliance with them.

Seems Anders had gotten what he wanted, even with her fuckups.

Lorette didn't sleep that night. She lay awake in deep thought. About her life. About her role in the Wallbreakers. Or apparent lack thereof. About her plans regarding this ragtag group. About her future, about the world's future.

She came to a decision. She'd put those plans she'd had off. Permanently.

Upon reflection, the Wallbreaker had come to some hard realizations. Namely, that her heart was never truly into this 'Wallbreaker' crap to begin with. Yes, she didn't like the Nobles. Heck, she could barely tolerate Kwill, an ex noble, and one of the more 'harmless' nobles, to begin with. Mostly because of the way he looked down on her, and because of her place in her life. When the Wallbreakers had found her, she had been a mere street thief. Stealing meager amounts of coins and pickpocketing to keep herself from starving to death on the streets. A vagrant. She had thought that by joining these 'Wallbreakers', it would be like joining a guild. A guild with lower standards, and no official badges. But a guild none the less.

Instead, it had been Anders going on and on day in and day out about about 'Walls' this and 'No Price To Steep' that. Looking back on it, it almost seemed more like a cult than a guild. One she'd joined out of sheer desperation.

And it's not like her life changed that much. At the end of the day, Lorette was still a street thief. A thief with a 'cause,' sure, and frie-

Well, she'd hesitate to call them 'friends'. Any more than she'd really call the current trio of mons her 'friends'. They were more 'acquaintances' than anything.

She repeated their mantra, even spread her legs for it when necessary.  But, the furret realized, she never truly believed that there was 'no price too great.' And now that Ivy had brought the campaign against the wallbreakers into the open instead of something in the shadows, she realized something that had been eluding her for some time.

There was a price too great, and she didn't want to be it. Not like her former mentor.

When she'd joined the wallbreakers and graduated beyond low level tasks, they'd assigned her one. Some old bitch from the Sands. Unlike Lorette, this mon was fully dedicated to the cause, and they often clashed. She'd call the furret too soft and a heel, simply for letting mons use her for pleasure instead of simply killing them. Or doing it then killing them later. The truth was, Lorette detested unnecessary violence, hence she was willing to give her body if it meant avoiding it. Her mentor on the other hand? Quite the contrary. She once saw her mentor kill a mon in a back alley for merely asking. Yes, the guy was a creep and... probably... deserved it, but still, it unnerved her to no end.

She saw that first hand when said mentor had become 'the price too steep' in an ambush. Lorette had thought to negotiate her way out as she always had, But not her mentor. She drew her dagger and fought it out. Lorette had to watch from the shadows as the guards paralyzed her, and cut her down where she lay. The furret managed to escape thanks to her mentor's sacrifice. And the Wallbreakers even held a 'memorial' for her.

She still remembered how disappointed Anders had been in her that day, and she'd been returned to lower level duties since then.

Actually, now that she thought of it, maybe that was the whole reason she'd put off stealing that sword from Zigs, let alone stayed around with him and his little posse. He kind of reminded the furret of her former mentor in a way, whom while she had her spats and disagreements, did care for in her own way and vise versa. He was the same evolutionary line. Had the same eyes too. It was... almost uncanny in a way.

The Zigazoon certainly didn't have the Linoone's disposition though. Nowhere close. She was bloodthirsty and zealous, to the point where Lorette thought she might have fit in better with the Slinks if she'd been born here in the Snows. Zigs on the other paw, he was... well...

Naive. And a bit of a goodie-goodie. As to be expected of a Guilder, let alone a 'prim and proper' one like the Ashshells.

It was rather annoying at times. Especially when he made his disapproval of the furret's sticky fingers known. In the weeks that followed, she'd get into little arguments with him, each time having to remind him that it was for their survival and nothing else. He'd drop the subject after that, thankfully.

In its own way though, she found it... Rather endearing? More than enough to keep wanting to travel with them.

Still though...

"You've got the wrong idea here." Lorette said. "I hate to break it to ya Zigs, but I don't really have any of those lovey-dovey feelings for you like those two do. I like you, but... not like that."

She saw the trio's reaction. Zigs looked... Relieved? Yet also somewhat disappointed? Both at once? Something else? She couldn't quite read it. Had he actually hoped or expected her to jump in too?
The other two looked straight up the former. Like they wouldn't have to share them with someone else.

Well... Actually, now that she thought about it...

"But then again..." She allowed herself a mischievous smirk. "I never did repay you for that time you saved me from the guards, did I? Nor for not turning me in, or taking that loot and running off with it."

"Erm... Well.. I..." Lorette watched amusingly as the Zigazoon stammered. "You don't really have to thank me for that.I just."

Lorette faked a frown, taking her feet off the table and leaning in closer.

"Look, I'm going to fuck you tonight and that's the last I'm gonna hear of it." She said assertively. "Just this once. Then we'll be even. Got it?"

"I... Uhhh..." Zigs took a breath, and looked down defeatedly. "Fine."

The other two did not look happy. Kwill almost looked ready to cook her on the spot. Good. Let him stew.

"Like I said. Just this once. Just to pay off the debt I owe."

The umbreon and the ponce looked at each other, frowning. The nodded and look back.

"Fine." Breel said to her. Lorette had already known she wasn't going to get any lip from Breel though. After all, she'd been the one to tell her to pounce on Zigs in the first place. She owed her. Mr 'totally not a Faggot Prince anymore' on the other hand...

"Just. This. Once." He growled protectively.

"Perfect." Lorette said cheerfully. She looked back to Zigs. "My room. Tonight. You know the drill."

Said night came faster than she anticipated. She had barely gotten in her room when she heard the door open and close behind her, and heard the familiar voice of Zigs.

"Well, I'm here." Zigs said. "So how did you want to start thi-"

"Get on the bed." She ordered, pointing to it. She watched Zigs go onto the bed and lay down on his back. "Great. Just like that."

Lorette untied the one article of clothing she wore, letting it drop to the floor before she too crawled on the bed. She hovered over him, sitting upright and planting herself on his crotch.

"S... Starting off a little fast, aren't we?" Zigs asked.

"Look," Lorette responded. "I'm not going to waste time here with that lovey-dovey stuff the other two might have. So this is how it's going to go down: You're going to lie there, let me ride you until we've both had our fill. And that'll be that. Understand?"

Zigs nodded without saying a word. She could feel the little poke of a dick just starting to come out of its sheath against her own crotch. Good. She began to grind her hips against his, back and forth against his sheath, using her pussy to coax it to come out. It appeared to be working, she felt the cock push harder against her entrance as more of it left the safe confines of the sheath, eager to bury itself in her warm confines. It seemed that Zigs actually liked this sort of dominant lover. Or at least his cock did.

She even found herself getting aroused by this too, growing more than a little wet. She had to admit, she liked being able to be dominant like this. It had been a luxury she didn't often get when it came to her 'prices none too steep.' Usually in these encounters she was a complete doormat, letting whatever male take their 'price' until they had their fill, usually with the promise of an egg that would never come.

Not tonight though. Tonight, she called the shots. She was the one taking the 'price'. And, Balance Breaks, she was going to milk this for all it was worth!

It didn't hurt any that, as much as she didn't want to admit it, Zigs was rather cute. She could see why the other two fell for him.

"Good." Lorette huffed as she rubbed her wettening pussy against his hardening cone, mashing it against his lower belly. "Now strap in, lover-boy. You're in for a looooong, hard ride."

The furret continued this crude manner of foreplay for just a moment longer, just long enough for him to get to full mast, and her to be wet enough to receive it. The second they were both ready however, she lifted her lower half off of him, just high enough for Zig's red cone to stand up straight. She aligned herself, trying to lower herself on him but missing a few times, feeling the tip press against her leg, outer crotch, and finally her outter pussy before she finally got it right the 5th time, feeling the tip press against her entrance.

"Alright. Here. We Goooo!" She shouted as she pushed herself down fast on him. The feeling of her inner walls being invaded was she should have been used to, yet she still found herself giving a surprised 'yip' at the sudden sensation. Zigs was definitely not used to this sudden start however, as she heard a loud gasp come from him as well.

She gave a little shudder at the feeling in her. She was honestly surprised at herself, feeling like this, from a dick this size. It wasn't the first one she had in her. Not by a long shot. She had too many to count, in fact. Too many 'favors', too many 'prices none to steep' to keep track of.

If Zigs were a lesser mon, he wouldn't have been exactly in the wrong to call her a 'slut'. Though he wasn't. He was too kind for that. Something that both annoyed and endeared her.

As far as his size went, well... Zigs wasn't the biggest. Not by far. That was good though, big dicks were always a pain to deal with. Literally, in fact. Though thankfully he was not exactly 'small' either. As far as dicks went, Zigs was the epitome of 'Happy Medium'.

That was good.

But she had enough of evaluating his tool. It was time to put it to work.

The ex-wallbreaker sat up, her long body now fully perpendicular with the boy's. She used her knees to lift herself up, just high enough to come slamming down on him again, filling the room with dual moans from the both of them. She didn't wait this time around however, as she rose and fall yet again, setting a hard pace, the furret bouncing on the zigazoon's cock carnally and needfully, again and again.

This felt much different than the other times she was used to. It felt... more carnal. More filling. More... Desirable. She didn't think she could stop now even if she wanted to.

And she most certainly did not.

That thought surprised her. She... didn't want it to be over? She... Enjoyed this? This feeling of dick piercing and rubbing against her walls again and again? She rarely if ever enjoyed it in the past. So, why now?

"Maybe... the fact that I'm actively participating... and not just lying there taking it like a whore?" She thought as she placed her paw behind her head, and slammed her hips onto that delicious, filling cock again. It felt so... Liberating, dominating the zigazoon like this.

Lorette had to wonder if this is what it felt like to be a noble, being awash in pleasure like this. If that was the case, no wonder they kept doing things like this.

The Furret's attention shifted towards the Zigazoon's face. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, his mouth open in a wide open grin. It looked like he wasn't exactly opposed to being a bottom either.

This suited her just fine.

She rode him hard and rough, the wet slaps from her descents filling the room, as did their combined huffs and moans, the rod ramming into her again, sending waves of pleasure with each hard descent. She felt his hips buck up into hers with each hard descent, the Zigazoon eager to get as much of himself into her as hard as possible.

Then, she felt a paw on her hip.

Oh no, that would not do.

"No no no!" She acted quickly, swatting the paw away. She stopped for just a moment to lean in and chide him to his face. "No touching, hero boy! Only fucking."

Zigs, suddenly aware of his actions, nodded. He planted his paws by the bed, and gripped the sheets tightly.

Satisfied at this, the furret stayed like this, now placing her paws on either side of his head, using this for leverage. She slammed down on his hips harder and more frequently. Even the bed bounced and creaked on the wooden floor.

That little annoyance aside, Lorette was loving every second of this. There was no more denying it now. She Loving every second of being in control, of being the boss for once. Of bouncing on that thick hard just-right cock.

Enjoying a good fuck. It was something she never thought she'd see the day of.

She was enjoying it too much, in fact. As the pleasure quickly mounted, she felt her climax quickly approach.

"GONNA!" She shouted

"ME TOO!" Zigs shouted back.

With a loud long shout, the two came. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open as she felt her body shudder. She instinctively tightened her legs, feeling the dick pulse within her and release jets of hot seed into her thankfully barren womb.

The two could do nothing but sit there for a bit. Sharing the moment, huffing and puffing from exhaustion. She felt the cum leak out of her as Zig's conical cock began to soften down.

When she first started, Lorette had perhaps intended to end it all here, call the debt done and that would be it. But... after that? She needed more. And she was going to get more. And she knew just how to do it.

She leaned into his ear, and huskily whispered "Don't think we're done yet." She panted with a naughty grin. "We're just getting started."

She saw Zigs crack a smile. Good. He didn't want this to be over yet either.

One she regained the energy to do so, she got up off of him, very slowly, savoring the one last rubbing slide as it left her pussy completely, allowing more spunk to dribble onto the Zigazoon's crotch. The furret bent over and looked down, smiling as she admired their combined handiwork.

"You made quite the mess in me." She commented. "Good thing I'm barren. Otherwise I might be worried."

"Yeah... I was gonna say..." Zigs said as he looked off to the side.

"Yeah, otherwise I might have pulled out or gotten one of those anti-pregnancy berries or something." She said as she turned herself around overtop of him. Her face was now level with his deflated cock. She knew it would take a bit before it was ready, but she knew how to help it along.

She took the limp cone in her paw, and gave it a short burst of breath, before taking the thing into her mouth. She knew how to suck a cock, of course. She'd been made to plenty of times. And how to get the most out of it. It was in all honesty, the worst part of sex in her opinion. Not only having to put up with guys using her mouth like a pussy, but also having to endure the taste of it too. Especially since they usually didn't stop there.

Though in this instance, she found the taste rather... bearable? Well, it would make this part that much easier for her, then. She swirled her tongue along the cone, lapping up their combined juices. It wasn't the tastiest thing in the world, but it was definitely bearable.

However. Something was missing. Something Zigs should have been doing, but wasn't.

She tried the subtle method first, by lowering her hips down. When she still felt nothing, she huffed onto his cock with irritation, and let it slide out of her mouth. She saw zigs look at her questioningly as she looked at him, very much annoyed.

"...Well?" She groaned.

"Well what?" Zigs asked naively.

"You gonna deal with that?" She shook her cum-filled behind expectantly in his face. "Or do I have to write a nine-page invite application like what you Guildies do?"

"Uhhh..." Zigs stammered. "That's not how the Guild wor-"

"Don't care." Lorette cut him off rudely. "Start licking. Now." She ordered. To emphasize her point, she pushed her lower half directly onto his face, no doubt smearing his muzzle with their combined juices.

It didn't take long for Zigs to get the message after this, as the feeling of a tongue inside her cum-soaked nethers clearly indicated. She gave out a satisfied sigh.

"Better." She huffed, before returning her attention to the dick in front of her. She took it into her mouth once more, continuing exactly where she left off. It seemed however this little act of dominance got him just a little harder before she restarted.

Good, this would go quicker then.

She ground her pussy against his face as she felt the tongue lap at her from the inside, which she returned the favor of by swirling hers around his cock. She didn't do this for long however, as she soon started to bob her head up and down on his pole. She kept at this, the two of them licking at each other's privates, until Zigs was hard and ready to go for a second round. She lifted herself off, both his cock and away from his muzzle.

Zigs must have thought they were going to keep going like this, as when she turned back around, she saw him give her a questioning look. One that silently asked 'Why did you stop? I was enjoying that.'

"Alright big boy." She announced as she once again positioned herself over his now rock hard dick. "Time for round two." No sooner than she said that, she slammed back down on him again with a pleasured shout.

She dominated him like this throughout the rest of the night. She rode him frontwards, and backwards. Each time letting him fill her up more. Each time having the two of them eat each other out before continuing.

She even took it up the butt for a round. A weird experience, but she could see why Kwill liked it so much. Still, she much preferred the 'normal way'.

But, all things must come to an end. Even her newfound dominant energy had limits. With one last decent, one last orgasm, she found herself laying on top of him, not to rise again for the rest of the night.

She felt his arm wrap around her. She let him have this. He earned it, as far as she was concerned.

"There." She told herself just before she drifted off to sleep in his arms. "My debt is paid now."

"It was just this once."

Is what she told herself the next day.

It's what she told herself when she saw Breel and Kwill come to an agreement to 'share' him one night after the other. No, she wasn't jealous. She was happy for them. Breel especially, that poor girl went through so much, and she was happy she finally found love, and even more happy to have played a part in it. Besides, she got what she wanted.

"One night. That's all I needed."

Is what she told herself when she heard the moans from the next room over in another inn.

"The price is paid. I don't need anymore."

Is what she thought, all the while her paws worked her pussy to the sounds of Zigs and his lover of the day next door.

Was it Breel? Or was it Kwill this time? She couldn't tell. Nor cared. All she could think about was Zigs doing it to her. That conical dick of his sinking into her pussy, her digits mirroring the huffs and moans next door. Imagining herself sinking onto his cock, feeling it in her again.

Lorette felt herself orgasm, shuddering as she lay there on the bed. But it wasn't as strong as that night. It wasn't the real thing.

"Well..." She thought as she lay there panting. "Maybe just... ONCE more?"

She talked to Breel about it, who agreed to let Lorette ask Zigs to take her place for a night. He agreed.

Lorette felt it again. The wonderful feelings from that one night. The huffs, the moans, the wet slaps, the perfectly normal conical dick filling her insides, said insides being filled with his cream.

This time, he even let him dominate her for a turn. She found she didn't really like it any less.

She was satisfied.

She was done.

That is what she said to herself as her legs dripped with need in the following days.

"But maybe one more time?"

She of course let Breel and Kwill have their turns first. After all, Zigs was not some pot of gold from a stupid Coffer to steal away from them.

She... just needed to feel it again.

And so she did.

"Maybe just another?"

Breel smirked knowingly at her when she asked. She of course let her.

One more night of passion. Another pawing off the night after.

"One more time. That's it."

"So how many 'one more times' are we going to do this?" Zigs asked with a chuckle, as they lay in each other's arms after her fifth 'one more time'. "Not that I'm complaining."

"No. This is it. I'm not..."
"I'm not..."
"I'm not going to..."

Lorette sighed.

"Oh who are you kidding, Lorette?!"

"Fine. I admit it." Lorette grumbled in defeat. "I've fallen for you, guildie-goodie. Just like the others. Both for you, and your cock." She empasized the point by giving it a stroke with her paw.

"I kinda figured that was the case." He gave her a light smooch on the cheek. "Truth is, I-"

"Ugh, Don't say it." Lorette stopped him with a huff. "Look, I'm still working through this whole 'being in love' thing. It's strange, and embarrassing for me."

"I... know the feeling." Zigs said. "It felt a bit strange on my end too when Breel first confessed to me. Weirder still when I realized the same. And Kwill too."

She gave a 'hmph' in response.

"But... yes. I'll join your little harem, Zigs" She chuckled. "I might as well."
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