The township of Brewell was not usually one of the most interesting places in the world. Big and important enough to have had some palisade ramparts for defense, it was considered a remote haven to many. The town’s gossip focused on a local noble who had found a deed that suggested they owned land somewhere nearby; being able to prove that would grant him all the rights of a landowner. That proof was worth a lot. This has been drawing a lot of new faces to the city, all of them trying to locate proof of the noble family’s old manor, somewhere out in the woods, and present it to the noble to claim an extravagant prize. Not that Latei cared. All he cared to do was listen. The words spoken did not even matter. Just the voices. So rarely he found himself in the presence of another’s voice that he would eventually come to crave it. Now and then, he had to come back to the society that rejected him. Hiding himself under a hood and serape, he would sit quietly in a tavern just to close his eyes, listen, and feel like he belonged for a while… As he was doing on this night. His ears twitched as he heard the door open and then a tired feminine sigh; something with small feet took a few steps forward and then the sound of a scuff: a sudden halt. Something was wrong. He turned in his seat to see a fox girl with a look of bewilderment on her face, looking at the ground by his feet. She glanced up to meet his gaze, suddenly flashing an excited smile, her tail sweeping side-to-side. He cocked his head, “something the matter?” His deep voice formed his words slowly, not at all accustomed to speaking. She smirked, “nah, not at all!” The tavern-keeper recognized her. “Ah, Taleir! You’re back.” The fox unfastened the small pack on her back and dumped it beside the stool next to him, climbing into it. He positioned his tankard in front of his beak to hide his face, trying to appear as if he was deep in thought.. “Hey Morten. Hope you got a room for me! And gimme something hot; I wanna feel cozy.” “The only thing hot we have is tea. This late at night, it’ll keep you up.” Taleir slid some coins his way, enough for the room and drink. The canine shrugged and shuffled about behind the counter, getting to work, “been out there six days this time?” “Nah, just five. I was late getting out.” The kettle was set on the stove. “Any luck?” The vixen rested her cheeks in her hands, sighing unhappily. “Can’t even find a sign of a foundation out there. Some of the punks searching for the manor’s ruin are even setting traps to try and maim the others searching.” “A lot of competition for this contract.” “Too right,” she admited, “some fucker’s knife almost nailed my shoulder when I sprang a spring-trap. Getting a little too risky; not to mention, I’m about out of coin to fund a third expedition into the forest.” A diffuser full of herbs was thrown into a mug, hot water poured over it. Morten served the girl and she kindly thanked him. “So, what about you?” she asked, looking up at the strange hooded-person beside her. The cloth of the hood shifted as a couple of long ears lift underneath. “You got anything going on? Something you could use a quick fox like me for?” “I just wander. No gold is to be had from me.” “Who said anything about gold?” She blew on her mug of herbal tea, puffs of steam coming out from around her muzzle. “Nn… I get bored if I hang around a place too long and you look awfully interesting!” He lowered his tankard. She saw something… Since he was not saying anything, she did. “What’s your name, anyways?” “Names are for people. That’s not how I see myself…” “Well, maybe you would feel more like a person if you traveled with someone.” He exhaled deeply. She wasn’t wrong about that. He glanced at the vixen beside him. “Alright, then…” He turned around in his seat, “let me get a good look at you,” he asked and motioned for her to stand in front of him. She raised an eyebrow, then slid out of her seat and stood before him. “Hmm…” His eyes scanned her from head to tail, a quick task with a girl who only stood about as tall as his shoulders. Leather straps ran across her stomach, two sheaths hanging off them, a longer dagger for combat, a shorter one with a broad blade, good for digging… A survival knife. With only a small pouch on her harness and the small pack she came in with her only other gear, she clearly prefered a light-loadout to keep herself fast. “No clothing to make noise… Harness straps that can be quickly released in case they get grabbed or snagged… If it wasn’t for the survival blade, I’d have pinned you as a thief.” “You’re not the first person to say that…” His piercing gaze hung for a moment on the equipment she bore between her legs, admiring it for a moment, his beak pulled into a slight smirk. It’s a sight he so rarely got to appreciate. Taleir noticed what he was doing, but still stood confidently in front of him letting him look, her tail carrying itself a little higher. “Well… You certainly are quick and lean,” he started, “but someone who deals with an opponent by running away and hiding is the worst sort of traveling companion.” “Hey, now…” Her ears flattened against her head from the slight. “You cannot just abandon your companion… And I doubt a delicate girl like you could handle yourself against a real monster.” She flashed a determined look, “I’ve had a few struggles in my time and I’ve always been much more than they could handle.” Her tail flagged behind her suggestively, “monsters or otherwise…” Morten suddenly burst out a chuckle. “Aww, geez…” Latei shifts in his seat, happy that his serape did well to cover himself. It’d been so long since he’d gotten a chance to get his carnal desires out using another. However, he knew she was toying with him. She saw something and she’s using her charm to try and earn a better look… It was almost worth the risk… “Bold claims from such a courageous fox, but I somehow doubt that your little body could really endure an assault from a monster.” “Just try me,” she said seductively, leaning in. Latei pulled back with a startled exhale. Was that just innuendo or was she straight-up telling him she knew? She was really getting to him. “Alright, that’s enough you two,” Morten interjected, “I need to close up and head to bed. Taleir, your room is first on the right.” “Well… I guess, you know where my room is if you want to continue this there,” she teased, slipping off the stool and grabbing her pack. She slung it over her shoulder and then carefully carried her tea toward the stairwell where her room was. Latei just closed his eyes trying to get a handle on himself. Morten began putting away things. “Sound to me like you got a room, if you’re brave enough to take it,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “But I do need to close up.” “It’s alright. Think I’ll just take off,” he replied. That vixen was making him too nervous to stick around any longer. “Alright then. Thank you for your patronage, friend.” Latei grabbed his travel pack and slipped it on, heading toward the door. He couldn’t help but glance up the stairs as he passed them, wondering what it might have been like. It was an interesting visit to Brewell; the people here were full of excitement and there was no end to the stories the visiting adventurers had to tell. That fox was one hell of a way to end this visit. Latei sighed deeply as he exited through the town’s gate, the guards on the ramparts above bidding him a good night and safe travels. That could be the last voice he would hear for months.. or so he thought. As he entered the stretches of rural farmland that surrounded the town, it was all too apparent that someone was quietly tailing him. In the darkness of night, perhaps they might’ve been able to remain undetected from most people but Latei’s night-sight was impeccable. He could even tell it was someone with a lithe, vulpine frame. He wondered what she hoped to accomplish with this. Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to find out on the open road. He thought it might be better to take this to a more private place. He had an idea of such a place… He veered off the main roads and lead her into the wilderness, following trails that were frequented by animals. The ancient redwoods of the forest surrounded them. The fox that tailed him was surprisingly quiet, still silent despite having to close the gap in order to keep track of him through this rough terrain. He rounded one of the enormous trunks and stopped, waiting there to meet her. She shortly rounded the tree and stopped in front of him, looking somewhat startled. “Are you really that interested in traveling with me that you’d chase me through the darkness?” Taleir just replied with a simple, “yep!” “Hrm… Don’t you people consider it impolite to follow someone without their consent?” “You never actually said I couldn’t tag along with you! You just doubted I could handle myself out here.” “I still doubt it,” he gave as a quick retort, “but I suppose if you decided to chase after me, you must be ready to prove me wrong.” “Of course!” He made a bit of an excited puff. Seems his fun with this fox wasn’t yet over. He would never have tried anything with her back in town, but out here… He could take things as far as he wanted. He just wondered how far this one would get before he chased her off. “Well, then,” he said with a hungry growl in his voice, “I know where we can find a monster to test your prowess. Show me that you can endure an assault from a monster and you’ll earn your place beside me.” He turned and started to stomp down along the trail. Taleir was suddenly a touch hesitant but began to follow behind him, “wh-where are we going?” “Just a little deeper into the forest. Monsters don’t like being so close to civilization, you know.” Daybreak began to hit as he trudged along with the fox girl hanging behind him, her lowered tail and slinky posture implying her growing tension. The sky quickly turned from black to blue, Latei looking up into the trees. He soon found the place he was looking for. “I’m surprised, little fox,” he said, stopping in the middle of a wide clearing between the young redwoods and turning to face her. “You didn’t even know my name and yet you still followed after me… Just to prove yourself to me against a monster…” He glared into her eyes, “most would consider such trust in a stranger foolish.” She remained bold despite her obvious unease. “I like to think of myself as ‘courageous’,” she said back bluntly. He chuckles, “a delicate body like yours would much prefer the comfort of a soft, warm bed to the rigors waiting for you here with me. Turn back…” “Tsk!” She gave a petulant huff, “I can handle a fight with a monster, god dammit!” “I never said anything about a fight,” he said with a penetrating gaze, “I said we’re gonna see if that body of yours can endure an ‘assault’ from a monster!” He let out a heavy sigh and his backpack slid down off his shoulders and onto the ground. No longer weighed down, the back of his serape began to lift as three strange appendages spread out from behind him: long, narrow stalks each with a large pod at its end. The ‘petals’ of these pods opened, revealing sharp teeth and a thick, rounded tongue that hung from an orifice in the back. Taleir’s fur fluffed all over her body, her heart beating tensely in her chest. He could tell this was a bit more than she expected… He chuckled menacingly as two of these mouth-like bulbs bit into the cloth of the serape and lifted it off his body. A powerful, vaguely-reptilian body was revealed as the cloth was pulled off, however his scaley underbelly clashed with the black fur that covered pretty much everything else. His clawed hand came up and pulled the hood off his disheveled bright-red headfur, draconic horns, and a pair of ears reminiscent of an antelope or rabbit. “Were you expecting feathers to go with the beak?” Taleir huffed, and took a step back. “What the hell are you!?” He chuckled again. “Just a friendly dragon-chimera…” Taleir’s ears perked, “a chimera…!? C-can’t be… I’ve never heard of a chimera that can talk!” “What? You said I was ‘interesting’. You weren’t wrong! So, tell me, little fox,” He took a step toward her to keep her at the same distance, letting her see him exactly as he was. “What did you see that you thought was so interesting? The horns? Did one of my bulbs slip out from under my garb?” She stared at one of the bulbs. Its tongue hung out, dripping. “Y-your tail… Ah… I mean, one of those bulb-things…” “Just had to understand what you saw. Is that it?” The bulb’s petals spread wide and that tongue began to fling side-to-side, globs of its saliva casted in each direction. “Well, I need to be more careful about that…” He was looking the fox down from top to bottom, his eyes stopping unashamedly between her legs. “You see, I don’t get to be all free and naked like you… People don’t enjoy looking at me at all!” She bent at the knees to ready herself; the sound of her breath hissed through her bared teeth. “They fear the sight of me!” He leapt at her like a feral beast, the fox’s tail puffing out in distress as she dove to the side. She rolled back onto her feet and unsheathed one of her daggers to defend herself, but a sudden swoop from one of his tails caught her feet and flung her face-first into the grass, her chest impacting the ground with a thud. It left her momentarily helpless, seeing stars and gasping the wind back into her lungs. A moment was all he needed. His foot came down on her back to hold her down as his bulbs worked with surprising efficiency to render her defenseless, tearing the dagger from her hand and pulling the quick-release on her harness, making it all too easy to yank it off of her. That equipment was thrown some distance away, leaving a completely bare and naked vixen to writhe in front of him, straining to recover under his foot. He stepped off of her to grip her feet in his clawed hands; a simultaneous motion pulled them apart and turned her onto her back, getting a good look at his ‘prey’. Taleir’s eyes widened and she reached down to cover her sex, but his tails coiled around her wrists and pulled them away, keeping her slit fully in his gaze. “I expected more after all that talk, fox. And I told you it wasn’t going to be a fight… Heh heh… Despite the attempt, it still wasn’t.” A rumble came from his chest. He leaned in and pushed his beak against her soft, unprotected mound, nuzzling it heartily as she grimaced and jerked her hips, unable to stop him. “Hck--” She shuddered. “You can’t be serious…!” “You owe me this much for drawing that blade,” he asserted, drawing in a deep breath from the fur surrounding her pussy. “Mmmnn…” He lifted his beak from her sex, ellating the girl for only a moment before a long, forked tongue slid out from his mouth. Its two forks were each thick, long, and individually dextrous, curling eagerly against themselves before they reached down and shoved against the girl’s slit to give her a proper taste. “Nnngh!” She squirmed again, gritting her teeth, her fur puffing out all over again. The forks played across either side of the vixen’s opening as she watched with sharp huffs, their surprising texture rasping against those folds of her’s. They dug into her slit and spread it open, giving him a view at the glistening pink inside. He groaned hungrily, a drip of saliva crawling down his tongue and spreading over her sex, smeared further by the forks as they writhed against the delectable opening to her birth canal. He pulled his tongue away from those folds and let out a satisfied exhale, the fur between her legs fluttering from the buffeting of his breath. “Between your legs is something so pleasant and sweet.” “O-oh fuck!” Taleir’s pupils narrow, focused between his legs as he stands up before her… “Between mine is something brutal!” Two shafts, one above the other, had pushed out from a slit between his thighs. The lengths of glistening flesh bounced and bobbed as they swelled and engorged before her eyes, each ringed with large, protruding barbs just behind their pointed tip. He stepped forward, gripping the fox’s hair and brought her face to his crotch. The higher of the two cocks struck against her muzzle with a pap. “I’ll ask you again, little fox. Do you really think you can endure an assault from a monster?” The tails uncoiled from around her wrists and he released her hair, offering her a choice. “You could just run back to the safety of that comfy little village, back to that little tavern… No one would ever know what happened to you out here…” His beak spread into a devilish grin. “Otherwise, open your mouth!” Taleir’s eyes darted around, eyeing those inhumane barbs on his shaft, panicked puffs of breath flowing across that pulsing, yearning flesh. She looked up at him, then back down at the length prodding her lips, as if a fight between her sensibilities was taking place in her mind. She visibly trembled as if full of regret and opened her mouth, her tongue pressing up against his urethra, cradling the underside of the tapered tip of his sex. Hot, moist breath blanketed over the rest of the length as she panted there, nervously. A claw rested onto the back of her head and pushed her mouth down until the barbs disappeared inside. “Hrng…” He couldn’t help but grunt as he felt her mouth surround him. “Feel them on your tongue… They’re as sharp as they look!” He bucked his hips a couple of times, raking the barbs against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She winced and pulled back a little, but he held her there, stilling his hips to giving her a chance to explore them for herself. After a moment with his cock resting in her mouth, her tongue began to writhe against him, testing them for herself. He could feel that by the way her tongue was playing with them, she had already realized that only the very tip of the barb was stiff. The bulk of the barb was rather soft and malleable, able to be nudged around by just a light push of her tongue. At least until her tongue teased his cock just right. His cocks both tensed from the sudden pleasure wrought by her curious tongue, his lower cock impulsively lifting to strike against her neck, the barbs on both suddenly stiffening and flaring out. She was undeterred, sucking against those barbs whether they were rigid or pliable. He watched her mouth working him over of its own accord with a light pant. His lower cock tensed and swung up repeatedly, slapping against her neck over and over from the constant pleasures felt by the cock in her mouth, her voice making a small whine with each breathy exhale. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was really enjoying this. She was still here… She was still… sucking away on a monster’s dick…! How far could he take it before he scares yet another girl away? “Good girl, but you better do well to get it nice and wet. That one is going in your ass!” She paused, her ears perking nervously. “What’s the matter? Suddenly lost all tha-- aaah! Ahh! Haah!” He tensed up as she gripped his thighs and began to lick vigorously along the entire length of that upper shaft. “H-holy shit,” he muttered under his breath as he watched with wide eyes at the little fox go. The length bounced against her cheek as she started to lick toward the bulb at the base, shoved around by the tongue darting out from her muzzle. He salivated at the sight, twitching from the tinges of pleasure shooting up through him, the ring of barbs flaring multiple times. An eager growl surfaced from the depths of his chest. It was starting to get difficult to hold back his instincts. He just had to get inside her… “Heh… You’re only going to be able to get so far with that little tongue.” He guided one of his bulbs between her legs. The petals spread, the teeth inside retracting, and the tendril-like tongue lolled out, dripping with its secretions. The petals enveloped her crotch, the engrossed fox unwittingly spreading her legs wider for it, giving it more than enough room to latch on. It gripped her tight and then the tongue began to probe, squelching against her vulva on its way under her tail. She moaned aloud before feeding the tip of his cock back into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of his pre as her tongue slipped along its underside, eyes closed, absorbed in nursing on his cock again. The vixen huffed audibly as that maw-like bulb found her tailhole, pressing the slick, wet tendril against it and smearing its fluid all over the little bud. Her ears popped up and she stopped tending his cock, almost grimacing to the feeling. “Are you f-fucking kidding me!?” she exclaimed, the realization of what exactly was digging around under her tail finally hitting her. Her eyes were focused between her legs, at the sight of the bulb latched onto her entire crotch. “What’s it gonna do!? Gah!” She suddenly jerked and yelped as the tendril began to assault that opening. “Lick you out!” He stepped back so he could watch her body twist in front of him. Her fur ruffled all over her body and she collapsed onto her back. “Nyaaahh! Ah… I haven’t actually… Hrk!” She clenched the grass and writhed as the tendril nudged and jerked, forcing that hole to open and let the flicking tip inside. “Haven’t actually ever had anal before?” He finished her sentence with a mildly sadistic chuckle. “I’m surprised the mention got you so excited.” With a decent purchase inside her, the bulb shoved against her crotch with enough force to push her whole body a few inches across the grass; the entire tendril was instantaneously sent squirming into her depths as she squealed. “Ho-god… Oh-oh my g-god!” A look of intensity spread across her face, gritting her teeth, gasping from forgetting to breathe. The tendril smeared itself against her walls, twisting, squirming, and licking away at her insides, the vixen feeling her own bowels distend and shift from the girth shoving around harshly inside her. “If you earn your place traveling beside me, after a few nights, you’ll be plenty used to the feeling of something buried in there…” The tendril suddenly pulled free, slipping back into its home orifice, only to emerge again, re-wetted, and dove right back inside the fox to slicken her some more. “Nghhh! Gah-- Haaaaa!!” As it buried itself back in her, Taleir’s clenched fists suddenly pulled the grass out of the ground. Her hands felt at her stomach, inadvertently spreading those blades across her stomach. “Ha! Haa! T-this is unreal! Mnngghh!” The tendril writhed inside her a few moments more before the bulb’s petals released her, the tongue slowly drawn out of her tailhole as it pulled away from the panting fox. He watched that hole clench as the last bit of the bulb’s ‘tongue’ slipped out. His cocks loomed over her tail, beading precum from the tip of both shafts as he admired every little detail between the fox’s legs. “It’s time, fox… Turn over and lift that tail.” He glanced up from between her legs and was taken aback by her face: utter excitement and a determination he’d never seen in a girl he’d managed to get this far with before. There was no fear, no unease, and no backing down with her. Her tail lifted so high it curled over her back. He stared into the vixen’s two wet and waiting holes… His cocks both jumped in excitement. He stepped forward, tucking the top cock under her tail, the tip kissing at the wet bud underneath. “I won’t be pulling out. I’m gonna finish inside you!” he threatened. There was an excited, almost manic response from the girl, “No one is telling you not to!” The dragon-side of him couldn’t help but hiss with excitement. He reached down to position his lower cock at her pussy, but he feels her hand is already there, lifting the barbed tip toward her own slit. He grinned at her willingness. His hips began to push, her pussy spreading easily over the lower cock, excited to at last feel that vixen’s flesh against it. However, he saw her virginal anus palpitate as she whined beneath him, resisting his cock for the moment. He growled with a deep need to see himself disappear inside there and redoubled his efforts, resetting the pointed tip at the opening and pushing once more. Taleir’s body tensed, loud huffs coming from her, followed by a whimper. Her tailhole spread over the tip. The ring of barbs were pushed down against the shaft as the vixen’s tight rim passed over them, but the excitement of watching them begin to disappear into that tunnel caused them to suddenly flare out just as the tips of the spines were pushed through. They were rigid enough for each to pry their share of that tight hole a little wider and be clearly felt as they pass through that sensitive entrance. “Hah!” She suddenly winced as the stiffened barbs slip into both of the fox’s naked tunnels. “Oh my-- GOD!” He kept pushing deeper into the strained, huffing fox as he chuckled, concerning himself little over the intense feeling his new mate might’ve been experiencing as his two exotic cocks both fought for more and more of the same, limited space inside her. “So few have gotten to feel me inside them… And not one has actually lasted once I started to really try to pleasure myself…” “Ha… ha… Ngh…” Contractions wracked her insides as she tried to get used to the feeling, her tunnels both involuntarily squeezing the cocks resting inside their respective holes. “Not that it isn’t a pleasure to just feel you trying to cope with them, hm-hm!” He made a long sigh, his cocks tensing again, lifting up together inside her. Sharp gasps from her mouth let him know she was feeling it. “Just pull away and run home; you’ll only have to feel the barbs rake against your walls once.” “Oh my god, just take me, already!” She shoved back into him, eliciting a surprised gasp from his beak. “S-since when do monsters ask permission!?” He blinked. She looked back at him with a fearless grin. “Hm-hm… You really are such a ‘courageous’ little fox…” His clawed fingers dug into her waist, “let’s see how quickly I can fuck that out of you!” Taleir’s ears folded down as he pulled back, the feeling of her tunnels slipping across his shaft unable to keep his barbs from flaring. They drug across her insides as she shuddered and whined. His beak hung open, seeing most of his length had been pulled from her, aching to be inside again. “Don’t you say I didn’t warn you, fox!” He leaned in and slammed back into her, those powerful reptilian haunches sending her body forward, the girl losing her composure as her arms gave way from the feeling of her body wracked by the two cocks plunging back in. His claws hooked her thighs in time and lifted her back to where he needed her. Taleir’s cries filled the air as he began to ply his shafts through her with one forceful thrust after another, the momentum of his weighty abdomen slamming beneath her tail. He pulled those lengths back far, wanted her to feel his barbs drawn against her and sent barreling back through her tunnel again and again, knowing she’d finally kick him away and run from him, just like the others. But it never happened… “Ha,” he began to utter in disbelief, “you’re really gonna let me do this?” The nervous tone of his voice betrayed that monstrous persona of his, “you’re really gonna stay with me until the end!?” “Hngh! ‘Til the end!” She finally managed to regain herself and started to push her rear back into his crotch, stroking those cocks on her own. The whole lengths of his cocks started to tingle as the realization sank in, the simple reality that she was actually going to endure him… It was almost too much to bear! His hips started to give short quick bucks; he suddenly couldn’t stand pulling out so far anymore. “Mng… Ha-ha! I can’t believe it…!” He felt his release building up inside him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, humping into her so quickly the soft flesh surrounding her vulva never stopped bouncing from the shocks. His beak nuzzled into her headfur and his bestial groans joined her cries. His urethras burned… His shafts swelled… The barbs flared out one last time… Those shafts pulsed and pulsed, those tight holes squeezing him, constricting them; the feeling of overcoming that resistance, his load pushing through his shafts despite the taut holes they were buried in… It was an incredible feeling… A feeling that no one else had been able to endure long enough to give to him. Thick ropes of chimeran seed spilled out into both chambers of that whimpering fox as he held her tight, panting and moaning loudly, his hips still thrusting throughout his long orgasm. He quickly flooded her to the point that gobs of his unusually thick seed were being plunged out from her depths by his cocks just as quickly as they pumped it into her. A gush of semen erupted from under her tail with each thrust, dangling in long, unbroken ropes, coiling onto the ground between their feet. Finally it had all been spilt and his hips finally stilled, panting together with her in the afterglow, his tail-bulbs all drooling in his waning euphoria. He pulled back and his cocks slurped free of her, those well-bred holes contracting the moment they felt him leave. Rich, viscous cum quickly filled the spaces he had occupied. Then Taleir slipped from his arms and collapsed onto her knees in front of him. “O-ow…” He swallowed and felt a sudden cold sweat. “Y-you brought this upon yourself… You could have just left… I didn’t think you’d… I mean, I can’t believe you… I’ve got BARBS on my dicks, how-could-you-possibly-let-me--!” She grunted and clamped his beak shut with her hand, grinning up at him. “I’m the toughest girl you’ll ever know. I can handle my monsters… That’s all you need to know.” He glared at her and gripped her hand, pulling it off his beak. “Handle them like that?” She broke out into laughter at the absurdity of the suggestion, “Aw, god! Heh heh…” She smirked at him, “only if they let me tag along with them.” “What!? … Oh, right…” His mane fluffed a little, embarrassed to have suggested such a thing. He recomposed himself and snorted at her. “Well, I guess you did prove you could withstand a monster’s assault… And didn’t run… Like I feared-- thought you would.” He grabbed his serape and hood, rolling them up to lash to his pack. “But I suspect you have business back at that town.” “What do you mean?” “Take a look around you. The redwoods here are a lot younger…” She gazed up at the trees. The redwoods were not nearly as large as those just a few hundred feet away. Now that she noticed it, a fairly large, but well-defined, area stood out. “Nothing natural could have cleanly destroyed such massive trees.” Taleir’s ear flicked. “You mean, this is the manor everyone has been searching for?” “Enjoy your wealth, Taleir.” He slung his backpack onto his shoulders and began to trudge away from her to resume his aimless wandering as a social outcast. “H-hey!” He stopped and looked back, the fox grabbing her things together into a heap in her arms. A stubborn rope of his seed dangled between her legs as she ran to catch up to him. “I’d just blow it all in a month, anyways,” she said as she dumped everything at her feet and casually wiped the clingy glob off her sex, licking her fingers clean. Latei could only smirk at the sight and patiently watched his new companion get her travel harness and gear back in its proper place. “So, do you still have no name?” she asked as she finished. “Hmm… You can call me Latei.” They then started off together, Taleir wincing a little with each step. “Well, Latei,” Taleir began to ask, “why’sa monster like to hang out in a tavern, anyways?” “It just gets kind of lonesome living out here sometimes…”