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Trace always took pride in her fur. Other Fox-Folk dyed and changed it to suit their Wolven overlords, It wasn't a law, but the soldiers were always nicer to anyone that looked like them. It was changed to be grey and black. Every now and again you would see a white fox. Trace, though, had the natural colourations that came to a Fox. Red and black, as her mother and father had before her. She would meet the glares of wolves daily, but beyond an off the cuff comment none had ever really challenged her on it. Due in no small part to her reputation.

Trace was a thief. A damn good one, too. She had pickpocketed marching soldiers, broken into homes of sleeping wolves and reduced them to beggers overnight.

One time she had even stolen the collection plate right out of the Archbishop's cathedral. That night, she made out like the bandit she was.

But now, the money had run dry. She had bought herself a silver locket and a silver ring, custom engraved with a feral fox design to remind her who she was.

For the first time in her life she had something valuable that was truly hers. However, she was poor once more. So, she sat off to find another score.

As was her typical Modus Operandi, she made her way through the beggars quarter. Dodging irate shopkeepers and ill-tempered wolf soldiers.

And at a corner on a dirty street, in the back end of nowhere sat The Poppy Cock. A tavern/brothel housing everything from soldiers on

leave to whores doing their usual. Trace planted a paw on the cracked, wooden door she was so familiar with, and was in.

It was a nasty place, the haven for ruffians and thugs it was the owner didn't much care for cleanliness. Muggers, pickpockets, of various races

and all the other dregs of society congregated here. In one corner, a fox-folk was orally servicing a soldier still in his armour. In another, a wolf and four more were drinking heavily.

In the center, a scantily clad vixen was waiting tables. Trace was right at home. The smell of sex and alcohol was oddly comforting.

"Ey, lass, the whores are supposed to use the service entrance, are you lost?"

The wolf-dog bartender shouted from across the floor, greeting her.

"Shove it, Bart. You know what i'm here for."

Trace began a confident walk to the counter, causing a couple wolves nearest to her to drop their ears and scoot their chairs out of the way.

"Ah, one day yel learn to respect me. What'll it be, Tracey?"

"You already know." One of her last golden coins slid its way across the bar, into Bartholomew's waiting paw.

"Again? Prime opportunities like these don't grow on trees, kid."

"I have expensive taste."

Trace lifted her forepaw, displaying her new ring quite happily.

"Ah, Ah see. Well ah may 'ave something but its not going to be easy."

Trace's eyebrow quivered. "I can do it."

"Ah know, Ah know, Ahm just makin sure ya know what yer getn intuh"

Trace crossed her arms.

"Ah fine, but when you get in trouble don't come whining to me. Alright..."

Bartholomew leaned into trace's ear, talking hushed but loud enough that the noise of the tavern didn't interrupt

"One ah mah girls was with one of em' soldier boys the other day. Had em talking sweet and all, she said he was part of the princess's guard and that her carriage would

be rolling through tomorrow."

"The princess's carriage. Here. In this part of town? Sounds too good to be true."

"No trust me lass, its legit. Had a few high society types come through the other day headn' the same direction. Ways ah figure, must be some sort of

party or gallah or whatever they call em now. Maybe some foreign ambassador having a shindig, who knows. Must be pretty important if they're willing to

come through here to get to it."

"I don't see how that helps me, when that carriage rolls through they're going to have half the royal guard riding along-side. Im good but i'm not invisible."

"Ahm getn to it lass. So they come by here tomorrow night, i'm thinking I could have a few of my girls standing outside and waving the guards down with some 'special offers'

...in exchange for a cut of the take"

"Ah I knew it was too good to be true."

"60-40 would be fair ah think"

"70-30. I'm the one that could get in trouble, worst comes to worse, you're just an innocent tavern keeper capitalizing on an untapped market. Im locked up in the palace dungeon."

"mmm yah make a good case. Fine, deal"

Trace extended a paw, and the wolf dog shook it.

"Now what sort of take are we talking about?"

"Well if i'm right, it's the custom to bring ah gift to these high society type parties right? So check the lock box on the back on the back of the carriage. My guess,

You would have a helluva lot of jewelry. The expensive kind too, gold and diamonds. Jewels. The good stuff."

"Damn. That much on one carriage?"

"Like ah said. It must be important for them to risk coming through here, for 'her highness' to have to gaze on the poor folk, they're probably carrying half the royal reserves with em."

"Now you're getting me excited. When are they expected?"

"Round two tonight. Get some rest lass, I'll wake you up an hour early. On the house."

Nodding, trace stretched and leaned off the bar.

"You can use the room there to the left, don't worry. Sheets are clean. Let me know if you want some company to help you relax, lass. I got a few adventurous types

who wouldn't mind trying it with another woman, haha"

Trace's eyes closed for a short moment. When they opened, her teeth were barred and they were full of anger.

"I wouldn't spit on your wolf fucking whores if they were on fire, the day I bed one of them is the day I-"

"Okay! I was just poking fun at you lass, relax. Damn. One a These days that attitude is gonna come back N' bite ya."

"It hasn't yet."

She glared over her shoulder as she opened the door to her room. To her, the foxes that change themselves to please, and who philander with

their conquerors had turned their back on their heritage. She was one of the proud fox-folk. Perhaps she was the only one left, no matter.

Any chance she could take to get back at these mongrels is one she would take.

After a quick nap she was raring to go. Its not often one gets the chance to rob nobility, this would be the talk of the town for years to come.

Trace spent a moment polishing up her gear, She had a standard issue dagger lifted off a sleeping soldier strapped to side and sheathed. A set of kifers.

"Kifers" They were burglars tools, lockpicks, tools to unscrew door hinges, a very tiny pair of scissors for snipping tripwires, the works.

That was all she needed, Trace preferred to travel light most of the time. More gear means more noise. And usually, if you need to take of running for whatever reason

during a criminal activity being as light as possible was a huge help.

After double checking her gear, Trace was ready. Leaving her room she nodded to the barkeep, who returned the nod. And went outside to set up.

Eventually she choose the roof of nearby tenement. It had a good view of the road, and a good few ways down. So, she waited.

...

and waited...

Until she finally saw the glowing lanterns coming down a darkened street that signified nobility's arrival. It was difficult to see during the dark, but it was a beautiful

ornate thing. Red and gold was illuminated by the hanging oil lamps leaning on the side. The wheels were not even standard wood, they looked to be made out of gold themselves.

The shameless opulence of it all, they were surrounded by the poor and impoverished and this wolf had the nerve to ride through town on a ten million coin stagecoach.

This was gonna be fun.

The coach was surrounded on all sides by guards on horseback with another pair up front and yet another pair trailing behind. Along with the driver to worry about...

But Bartholomew held up his end of the bargain. As the coach was passing by the two sentries in front held up their paws, giving the driver the signal to stop as the girls from inside worked their magic.

At least they were good for something.

Trace peeked her ear over the rooftop in an attempt to eavesdrop.

"...for one! Tonight only. What do you say?"

"...Commander, should we? the King will have our heads if he finds out."

"Quiet boy, part of this job is taking in the fruits of labour. Now tell me have you ever had a vixen?"

"No...sir?

"There's a reason we occupied this city. Get inside, i'm going to go let her highness know there's an obstruction in the road and that we need a few hours before we can continue on"

Trace watched from the rooftop as the 'commander' gathered all but the driver into to the tavern with him. If there's one thing you could count on wolves for, it was their lust

Seizing the moment, Trace slinked off the rooftop and snuck her way, very carefully, up to the rear of the the coach. Surprisingly easy to do since the driver and the princess

where engaged in conversation. Just as Bart said, there was a lockbox here. Almost the width of the entire coach. Trace sat to picking it and caught a few inklings

of the conversation in front of her.

"...Does he get these useless mutts? An obstruction? Why can't we just go around?"

This was a tough lock. It would take a bit of Finesse to break, but it wouldn't be impossible. Trace started up once more.

"Im sorry milady, your father insisted we only travel with this one small detachment."

"My father's a fool."

On that, they agreed.

Click.

One pick down, a few more.

"please milady, you mustn't speak ill of your father."

"Hes impossible, he just takes over an entire city and expects there to be no resistance?"

Click.

"I'm sure he was trying to look out for you"

"Look out for me, he has me travelling through a haven of thieves and rebels with but a few inept guards."

More than you know.

Click.

"Milady im sure they would throw down their life for if it came to that."

"Yeah, if they were here maybe."

Click.

Tink.

Gently to avoid any creaking, Trace lifted the lockbox lid. It was...beautiful. Enough to make kings of every fox in the city right now. Diamonds, gold, jewelry, gems.

An emerald necklace, a diamond one, a ruby one, all fashioned in the most beautiful gold she'd ever seen. It was just begging to be stolen.

Trace started to fill her pockets, the easy to carry stuff first. Necklaces and rings.

"Seems to me they're more interested in stuffing the locals with their knots..."

"Milady!"

"Do you think i'm stupid, Charles?. Don't expect me to see something like this and stay quiet."

"I- It is not proper for a lady to speak in such a way. Especially not a lady of your blood. What would your father say?"

"My father's too deep inside his vixen concubines to care."

"My Lady! Please stop this!"

Ooh royal drama. Funny.

An emerald the size of her paw, a diamond cut in a square looking ready to be fitted in a necklace. A pear shaped topaz.

Ah... that's it. A very nice haul. She'd be set for years.

The carriage door swung open, and out stepped the princess, fixing her hair, and tossing a weird shaped head adornment back inside.

"I'm going for a walk, Charles."

"My lady, I really must protest-"

"Stay with the carriage"

"My lady I-"

Trace was behind the carriage, and frozen. She couldn't move. The oil lamps on the carriage would display her plain as day if she tried to run.

Her only chance was if this wolf bitch didn't look her way.

To her dismay however, the princess began to pace.

"...think I am. Just some low class cargo to ferry wherever..."

More pacing.

"...Almost like he wants me to get robbed. If anyone finds out were-"

She stopped, trace looked up and met the eyes of a fearful wolf one of many times, but this time she felt that fear along with her mark.

The princess stammered, as she searched for the words and tried to scream trace was on her, cupping her muzzle with her paw and holding her dagger to her neck.

Trace maneuvered behind her, keeping her paw to the princess's muzzle and angling her towards the driver, she whispered into the princess's ear.

"Not a sound. Twitch your ears if you understand."

Twitch.

Trace backed away, facing the driver who had his head in his paws. She moved out to the edge of town, slowly, keeping the princess held to her and knife to her throat.

It was slow going, but the city was nearly dead at night. They had to move quickly though, once the guards got back they would have be searching everywhere and trace

was not about to let her one source of collateral go.

Eventually, Trace had dragged the princess all the way from the Poppy to woods. Feral howls came from the distance.

She leaned into her ear once more.

"I'm going to let you go now, you are going to follow me. Try to scream or run and I will kill you. Do you understand?"

She wasn't actually going to kill her. Killing a noblewoman would...well the wolves aren't kind to their enemies.

Twitch,twitch.

Trace dropped her dagger to her side, but still had a firm grip on it just incase.

"Do you know...who I am?"

"Who cares who you are, you got money. Now its my money." Trace glared at the wolf, a smirk on her lips. She wasn't gonna kill her, sure but uh.

She could still play with her a little."

"I am princess Evangelion Vanessa Briggs. Daughter of Hiram Briggs, Conqueror of this province and ruler of these lands, if you think-"

"Impressive pedigree, I don't care who owns you, mutt. I just need you as insurance, come along with no resistance and I won't hurt you."

"I...I don't covort with criminals."

"I don't even know what the hell covorting means. You can covort with me or my blade. Can't have you telling people what I look like now, can I?"

"I..."

"So you coming, or not?"

"You mean...out there? In the woods?"

"Yeah. Hope you like living rough, cause we'll be out there til all this heat dies down."

"Wait we...we can't go out there! There are...don't you know what happens to females who go out in the woods around here!?"

"Oh my god, spare me the legends of evil demons or whatever. You're coming."

The wolf princess bit her lower lip.

"...Have you been out there before?"

"I'm out of patience. Follow me or die, last chance."

"follow! Follow I choose follow."

Trace gripped the princess by the wrist and led her out into the woods.

The forest in question was temperate and very largely unsettled. Thick Oak and Maple dominated the biome.

In truth, when she was a kit Trace had heard rumors of demons stalking the woods who ate little kits who wandered too far from home.

Trace was no longer a kit, however. She had explored the area around her home some but never this deep.

"Here this is good."

Trace had dragged the wolf princess to a clearing. Surrounded by thick brush and trees on all sides.

"We can camp here tonight, and head farther out tomorrow."

Trace was trying to leverage the friction of a couple sticks to start a fire when The Princess struck up a conversation.

"So...I guess we haven't been introduced."

"No, we haven't"

"My friends call me Eva."

"My friends don't talk much because I end up caving their skulls in when they annoy me."

"Okay, but...can I ask why you kidnapped me?"

"Why does it matter?"

"I just wanna know."

..."I didn't want to. It was either that, or go to prison for the rest of my life."

"...Fair enough."

...

..."So why did you rob me?"

"Because I needed the money, why does anybody steal anything?"

"ah!" A spark was produced, lighting up the makeshift campfire and giving Trace much needed warmth.

"Here we go, bout time."

"Why did you need the money...?"

"God, you talk a lot."

Eva sat down opposite Trace on the other side of the fire, attempting to warm herself.

"Do you know why girls don't go in these woods?"

"No and I have a feeling you're going to tell me."

"Its because- Im just trying to pass the time. Its because the feral wolf packs around here have a taste for...y'know our kind of fur."

"I figured as much, the fire will scare em off."

"No! Not that kind of taste, my servants say that they mount any female that comes in here."

"Ew! What a perverted legend. How can you believe such a thing?"

"Sorry..." Eva dragged her hindpaws through the dirt, her elegant heels long since tossed aside for lack of comfort

"I've just never had a chance to talk to a peasant before."

"Peasant huh? Keep talking 'princess"

"No I don't mean it like that it's just what you are. I swear I mean no ill-will. I promise. Im very sorry if I-"

"Its fine."

"I've actually recently started an outreach program for your kind. We try to feed the beggars that need it the most."

..."That's actually admirable. If it's true."

"Of course its true." Eva crossed her arms. "My father tried...attempted to dissuade me from going through with it. But I did it anyway, cost us a fortune but we have enough."

Trace nodded. That was...respectable. Surprising philanthropy from a noble.

"But uh. Tell me about yourself, vixen. The only foxes I've ever talked to were my fathers...I guess 'mates' would be the polite word. They weren't very nice to me.

"I'm nicer to you than any other foxes you've met?"

"Yes, your kind doesn't really like me that much. Its my dad, I think. But I try not to judge the race by the individual and all that.

"So...you had no hand in the capturing and raiding in my city at all?"

"No! I voted against it. Your people never bothered anyone, dad said we were protecting the rest of the world from you and his word is law."

"...I see. Sounds like your father is the problem."

"yes..." Eva crossed her legs and pouted.

"He has...he's not a good man."

"Why haven't you tried to challenge his rule publicly?"

"Well he's my father and...he has. He knows things about me. Specifically about my...'boyfriend'"

"What about him?"

Trace was curious now. Not like they had anything else to discuss.

"He...hes not...what you would call traditional. Oh, what the hell not like you can tell anyone. and if you did they wouldn't believe you"

"I'm not a grass, princess."

"...a what?"

"A...tattletail. Snake. Narc."

"oh. Uh okay. Well...my boyfriend is very handsome and very strong but...he also has four legs."

..."I...what?"

"My boyfriend is a feral."

"Whoa I knew you nobiles were kinky but that's...another level."

"It's not like im just with him for the mating, I love him! He's very nice. Sometimes hes funny. Hes very-"

"Okay. Eva, was it?"

"Sometimes when he licks me, he licks around my maw and then I just open it and were making out like I would with any other-"

"Okay! Eva I get it. Please"

"O-okay. But...you see now. If anyone found that out I would be laughed out of court."

"Yeah I can see how your choice of mate would lead to issues down the line"

"You don't think its weird do you? I love him! I...I never told anyone but you and my father."

"uh oookay...Eva, right...um. I guess if...you love him its not weird. But i'm not really sure if others would see it like me."

Eva stood up and began pacing for a moment

"god I do, so much. All the other males just want me for my status but with him you know its pure, he just wants me for me and it makes me so happy"

"I fucking kidnapped you, why are you talking about this with me?"

"hehe...I guess...well we are in the woods alone. I come to a place like this to meet my mate. Isn't that amazing..."

Eva sat down nearest Trace, laying on her side.

"No! I...oh Good lord above, this is not the conversation I expected to have with an abductee" Trace wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead with a paw

"Oh gosh, sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Little bit. Lotta bit."

"Im really really sorry I just...talking about him makes me so happy and I get so carried away. Do you have anyone like that?"

"No...I never really had time. Not since I was a kit. I especially never had one like yours"

"It's really not so bad you know. You will never find a more loyal, more perfect-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, princess. I will agree not to judge you if you never bring it up again, and then we can both move on. Deal?"

"Okay fine, deal...oh. That's a beautiful ring."

Eva sat up and looked at the fox's paw.

"Thank you..."

"You didn't steal that from me...how could you afford it?"

"You weren't my first mark. I've also stolen from the archbishop."

"Oh, that guy, he's one of my father's biggest supporters...What's this? Can I see it?"

Trace glared.

"I promise I won't hurt it, I just want to see what it looks like up close."

"...fine, but scratch it up and i'll use you for firewood next."

Eva gently lifted the ring off trace's paw, and examined it.

"Pure silver...is that...a fox? It is. Wow. Its very elegant."

"Thank you."

"...it's a feral fox."

"No don't you start-"

"shh just listen"

Eva slipped the ring back onto Trace's paw.

"why a feral fox?"

..."To remind myself...that we had a life before you people moved in. That we were free when we didn't base so much of ourselves on you."

"...You...really hate us that much?"

Trace averted her gaze and thought a moment. "...I hate your father that much."

..."I understand. I never knew it was that bad. You said, you used to be free. Are you a revolutionary?"

"No. Just a thief. I try to fight in subtler ways."

"Your fur, too...you're the only red fox I've ever seen. Even my fathers toys have their fur dyed like ours."

"Im as close to my natural form as I can be."

"Well I think it looks beautiful."

"Ah...Thank you Eva. For a wolf, I see you keep your fur fine."

"oh yes! The finest fur-keepers money can buy. It wouldn't do for a lady of my stature to be seen in public looking like, well looking like most wolves do."

The two shared a chuckle.

"Eh fuck it, if you can trust me with that kind of secret, I guess I can tell you my name. Its Tracey. People just call me trace though."

"Oh, like artists trace lines? It's a very lovely name."

"You got a funny way of looking at things, but yeah I guess it's kind of like that."

"Well the word of a politician may not count much for you, but I'll give it. I promise I won't tell anyone you told me your name even if I do get rescued."

"Ahh I wouldn't worry about it, I told you I'd let you go when the heat died down and I meant it. I never go back on my word."

"I can't remember if you told me that or not today has been...kind of a blur."

"Well i'm saying it now."

"Fair enough, Trace."

"Should get some sleep though, gotta go hiking tomorrow."

"Oh gosh more walking...I wish picked something comfortable instead of formal today."

"Ugh. Here look." Trace kicked off her boots exposing her bare hind paws. "Wear mine, I don't need em."

"Really? Doesn't it hurt you, walking around bare-paw?"

"I grew up without shoes, princess. You get used to it. Seeing as you aren't, wear mine. You'll move faster."

"For a thief and a kidnapper you're really very pleasant."

"Just put the damn shoes on, I just want you to move without whining so much"

"Okay heh thank you very much."

the two settled in, opposite sides of the fire, on the ground. Uncomfortable, sure but better than travelling fatigued.

"Trace...?"

"Whaaat?"

"Goodnight."

"...How old are you?"

"18, why?"

"You seem so much younger."

"Oh, thanks. People tell me that all the time."

"It wasn't a com-eh. Fuck it, goodnight."

It was a rough sleep, but it was sleep.

In the morning, trace awoke to Eva trying on her old boots.

"How do they fit?" She stretched.

"alright, how do you move around these. They're so heavy."

"The weights spread out evenly over the boot. It helps mask your pawfalls."

"ooh...nifty. You got any other cool thief tricks?"

Rolling her eyes, Trace replied "We should probably get moving."

"Oh right! Im ready. I mean i'm hungry but you probably don't have anything"

"No. No I don't. We'll find something on the way, come on."

And so they sat out, save for distant howling the trip was uneventful.

Nothing more interesting that an exposed root causing eva to trip rather hilariously.

Eventually Trace decided to make what little camp they could beside a riverbed. It was a lush little area. The sounds of flowing water were the only sounds for miles.

Peaceful, far and away from the oppressive atmosphere of the city.

"Ykno i'm surprised you're following along so easily, I figured you would have tried to run away a few times by now."

Trace was building a makeshift shelter out of tree branches and leaves. Slow going since she never had never done anything like it before but she was managing.

"Whats the point...I would just get lost in the woods."

"Yeah but I didn't think you were that smart."

"Oh, thank you!" Eva was sitting on a rock, twirling her hair as she watched the stream.

..."Its not a complement its just a pleasant surprise."

"Works for me haha."

"So what i'm saying is you seem to be taking this whole kidnapping thing...suprisingly well."

"Well honestly you probably saved me from hours of boredom. My father had me visit some rich guy's house 200 miles from home to try and get his support for something stupid.

That's where I was going when you snatched me, maybe now he'll realize what he lost. If he even notices i'm gone."

"I...wouldn't count on it. Your father sounds like a real asshole."

"Yeah I know...god I hate it all, I hate going to these pompous rich pricks mansions and being expected to cozy up to them. Ykno why he bought me this dress?"

"...why?"

"So I would 'look more presentable' to the males. He knows im mated and still..."

"I strongly doubt he respects your mate."

"Yeah I know he doesn't. He said I needed a real male. As if you could get realer than a feral."

"Yeah speaking of...you said you met your mate in a place like this. Have you been out here before?"

"Oh no, I...I was wondering around the castle gardens and I saw him looking at me from the woods. I was scared at first but he...I don't know how to explain it but he just

gave off a very calming aura. Does that make sense?"

"Not really, no."

"Well he did, He didn't look like he would hurt me. Then when I pet him, he seemed really happy."

"how do you know he wanted to be your mate though? Maybe he was just really friendly."

"I could sense it. In the same way I felt that Aura, I could feel he had that need. You'll know what I mean if you ever present yourself to a feral. It feels like magic

how they communicate without speaking."

"I'm sure it did to you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I just feel like maybe someone else would have felt...differently in that situation."

"No! He...its real, I know you don't believe me but he actually loves me I know he does. I know it sounds crazy but...I...Its like a...I don't know. A twitch in your tail

feeling. Its real I swear. I would never hurt him, and I wanted to be absolutely sure before we did anything like that and he just looked at me and I knew."

"...You really believe that?"

"Yes. Cross my heart."

"Alright, if you're that sure...I believe you."

"Oh...really?"

"It's not the strangest story I've ever heard, if you believe that."

"Oh! Thank you so much Trace! I didn't think anyone would ever believe me...anyone whose opinion I cared about anyway."

"Princess, i'm a thief and a fox. My opinion don't matter much for shit. You said it yourself, no one would believe me anyway."

"Well that's not...entirely true. Your opinion is kind of emblematic of the wider public. Since you're so closely related to them, maybe one day I can get public support to change

the laws and make my mateship official."

"I don't know about that, but I respect your idealism. I'd appreciate it if you could focus on making life better for my people first. Do that, and we'll support anything you want us to.

Just say something about free love or sexual freedom or something like that, foxes are suckers for that kinda stuff."

"That is...good to know. See, i'm already making more progress towards making life better for my people than if I was cooped up in some mansion somewhere."

"Your people? You're just the princess though. I thought it was the king and queen that ran the army."

"well normally yes but...my mother passed away a long time ago."

"Oh...im sorry."

"It was a long time, anyway. Ever since then my father relegated her duties to me. That's taking care of the general population and cessation of hostilities between hostile parties

and general welfare for my subjects. In everything but title im the queen. I'm also to settle matters between parties in the royal courts but father has taken over that. Even with what

limited power I have he still tries to undermine my work. I try to make life better for you all but he doesn't like foxes very much."

"I robbed the wrong person..."

"Don't worry about it. You just see us all as conquerors and slave drivers. I understand why..."

"I...used to. God I didn't know, I just assumed all of you had a paw in it."

"I understand why. One day, I give you my word. I'll fix this. Even if I have to wait until father dies of natural causes."

She had her paws crossed on the rock, looking out over the river contemplatively. Royal purple dress torn to shreds by thorns briars and general rough and tumble she

had been living the past couple days. The dress contrasted her snow white fur, still remarkably well kept despite the circumstances.

"I kidnapped you...so you decide to try and save my people."

"I told you before, I don't judge a species based on the individual. Even if you are a bit of a ruffian, you aren't even that bad. Wolf bandits would

have probably raped me and auctioned me off into slavery by now..."

"grr fucking cowards, they should try that on someone who would fight back."

"...Hey, Trace? Are you any good in a fight?"

"Am I any good? Not to brag but I outfought three wolves at once back at the Poppy."

"No, I mean like with weapons, Sabers. A pistol."

"I could never afford either of those. Closest I got is this dagger here, swords are a bit too big to pickpocket"

"Hm...So, robbing me was your first time attempting any major theft?"

"Well...yeah. Biggest haul I got was the Archbishop...ah I guess I fucked it, though."

"You didn't do too bad, just wait a few days and you come walking out of the woods a lot richer like nothing happened."

"That's one way of looking at it, feels to me like i'm on the lamb though."

"You're a glass half empty kind of girl, aren't you Trace?"

"Hells that mean?"

"Nothing. Nevermind. Heh heh."

"Right whatever, hey im done here. that's kind of cozy, right.?"

It was one large branch supporting a bunch of smaller branches covered in leaves that gave some protection from the wind. Not much else though.

"Ehh...its not my castle chambers but it'll do."

"Sorry I couldn't lug a double-bed out here with me your highness."

"Ah don't worry about it, if my back starts hurting I'll just sleep on you."

Eva caught trace's glare.

"It's a joke..."

"Right. Welp."

Trace sat down next to Eva's rock, resting her hind paws in the stream.

"We got time to kill, Eva. Anything else you wanna talk about, now's the time"

"Well actually, I've always wondered...is that saying about foxes true?"

"Heh, which one?"

"That you're all sluts and whores?"

"Im gonna do us both a favour and forget that you just called me a whore, but no. Foxes are more...open minded than your type I guess. We certainly have our fair share

of trollops and harlots, but were good working people too."

"And thieves."

"Some of us."

"When I take the title of queen, i'm going to offer amnesty for revolutionaries...Maybe some thieves, too."

"I appreciate the thought, but I don't think I could leave this life even if I want to. I don't know anything but this work."

"you know how to fight, you could be a bouncer, or a soldier, or a guard."

"Hah yeah, and slave away the rest of my life to your dipshit dad. No thanks."

"If I could choose that, I would too...hey do you mind if I do something real quick?"

"Do...what?"

"I wanna take this dirty old dress off, it's got thorns sticking into my thigh."

"Go for it, might make you cold but whatever."

Eva stood up, and shimmied her dress off. Tossing the old busted thing to the side leaving her in nothing but her knickers. Then, she took those off too

, and slung em into the river. She wasn't wearing a bra...

"Damn, princess you're gonna freeze to death out here"

"I'll be fine, look." She held her arm to the fox's face. "I'm an arctic wolf, thick fur. See?"

"alright but uh, won't that be hard to explain to your rescuers?"

"I've got a plan, no worries."

She smiled at the fox, and sat back down on her rock.

"oh here take these back, if i'm gonna run around like this, I may as well go all in. Besides, black doesn't really go with my fur."

She slid those heavy boots off and scooted em over to trace. "Feel like you wore them better anyway"

"Well, thank you. Let me know if you want em back though."

"mhm...man isn't this the life? I love just being outside like this. I never get a chance to relax back home, except when i'm with...you know. But this feeling, the breeze against my fur.

Oh gosh it feels so nice. I wish I didn't have to wear clothes ever"

"I think I see why you prefer a feral mate."

"How so?"

"I dunno, you seem kinda like a free spirit type thats locked up"

"You don't know how right you are."

"You're naked and dangling your paws in a stream with me, I have a pretty good inkling."

Eva giggled.

"I guess you do."

"I figured only the ugly girls would wanna fuck ferals, have to say."

"Oh, i'm not ugly? My goodness fox, that may be the nicest thing you have ever said to me."

"Well you're...ahem. Kind of pretty, as far as wolves go."

"Hm...you know, fox. I meant it when I said you had beautiful fur."

"Oh! Uh. E-Eva is this really-" Trace sat up. "You know, aren't you mated already?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I kissed another girl, might even be into it." Eva grinned.

Eva slid down off her rock and crawled overtop of a weakly protesting Tracey.

"You are into girls right?" She perched sitting up on Tracey's crotch, looking down into her eyes.

"I don't really uh...label it. Just kind of fuck who I wanna fuck."

"Do you wanna fuck me?"

"Mmmm...Yes."

"Say it for me."

"I want to fuck you, princess"

"Oh fuck, help me get these straps off."

Eva sat to work untying Trace's gear. Leather strap after leather strap after belt before she finally get her 'shirt' off and gave her exposed breasts a celebratory gropping.

C-cup. Very nice and firm.

"Oh fuck that feels good..."

"you're so hot I wanted to do this the moment I met you."

"mmmnf..."

Eva began to explore the fox's body with her paws. Starting again at her boobs, she traced her paws down her sides to her hips, undoing her pants belt buckle as she went.

"Now let me see you squirm, foxy."

She yanked the fox's leathers off. Fully displaying her to Eva's wondering eyes.

Eva licked her lips.

She crawled up the fox's body once more, bringing her maw to rest against the fox's and their lips met.

A lust filled, yet passion fueled kiss.

"Wait, I've never done with a girl before. How are we gonna-"

"Well, foxy I haven't either but I read a book once. Let me try and see if it feels good. Okay?"

"Yeah sure, just try something I really need it."

"okay...grab my tits for me?"

"As you wish, princess." Trace licked her lips and trailed her own paws up Eva's sides, groping along the way, resting them on her breasts.

"mmm..."

"You're...really hot, princess."

"mmm. Tell me what you want."

"I want to see your face when you cum."

"oh fuck yes."

Eva lined up her cunt with her new mates and began to slowly grind her body up and down the length of her partners.

"O...kay. Good, feels...strange but good."

Trace wrapped her arm around her mates back and pulled them together, pressing each others chest into their partners.

"mmm...fuck that's good."

"It feels...this is really weird. But fuck its hot..."

"I'm getting closer."

"Its okay, finish first then you can do me, princess."

"mmm...god I almost just came to the thought of eating you out...oh fuck."

Trace bit into her new mates shoulder, not painfully, but as an 'its okay' gesture.

and with that, she finished.

Eva moaned into her mate's neck as she hit her peak, dousing their privates in femspunk

"Fuck yes..."

"Not to rain on your parade, 'my lady' but help a girl out? Please?"

"mmm as you wish, I live to serve my people."

Eva gave her mate a quick peck on the cheek before she pulled off, and buried her muzzle in her mate's snatch. nose first, she got the heady smell of female

arousal all over her muzzle. But she didn't care, she wanted to make the cute fox feel good.

She stuck her tongue out, exploring the taste of hew new mate. Making tiny circling motions with her tongue as her feral mate had done to her so many times.

She knew she was doing a good job by the moans meeting her ears from above.

A little wild hair got into her eye, and she tried to write her name with her tongue inside of her mate.

E

V

A

Moans and panting, she felt pressure on the back of her head.

N

G

E

Harder pressure, and an "Im close"

L

I

O just for the sake of it, she put a little dot inside the O

And that was it, her mate pressed her down harder and femcum washed past her nostrils, coating her muzzle in fox ecstasy. Eva happily lapped up as much as she could,

but even a lady of refinement can't catch everything

They stayed like that for a little while, just revelling in the post coital bliss of a satisfied mate. Eva periodically giving Trace happy licks on her tender insides

just because she could.

"Holy shit dude."

Eva pulled up and smiled.

"So...did ya like it."

"That was pretty awesome, Eva. Not even gonna lie..."

"well good. Get used to it, how long are we gonna be out here?"

"Forever if you keep that up..."

"hehe" Eva crawled up next to her mate and wrapped her arms around her in a cuddle.

"I really wouldn't mind but I have some things to do. Lets head back now...?"

"Now? But...wouldn't they be suspicious?"

"Yeah but...well i'm naked. I can just say I was captured by wolves and you were the good citizen that saved my life."

"You'd do that...?"

"Of course, well...I have something to ask you first."

"Shoot."

"So...how do you feel about coming back to the castle and living with me? and...my mate. My other mate."

"Whoa what? Just live as a lady of luxury the rest of my life?"

"Well no, I was thinking...you seem really capable. Even if you're rough around the edges. So, I don't have a Royal Protector.

I just never trusted anyone enough but you...you're different. You aren't like these typical noble-raised assholes my dad tried to get me to pick.

"A Royal Protector...?"

"Basically, it's like a guard. Bu-"

"Whoa I don't do well with orders."

"Buuuut, you don't take orders from anyone but me. Not even my father, you would be committed to me and basically be my second in command."

"I...Princess...You just met me. I kidnapped you."

"Yeah, that means you had the perfect opportunity to kill me and you didn't. So I trust you."

"I ever told you, you got a real funny way of lookin' at things?"

"I think you may have mentioned it...so, you know think on it. Okay? I can stay with you for...maybe another day until you decide. Then I really have to go. Okay?"

"Royal Protector Tracey. Sounds pretty badass."

"No that's not your title."

"Its not?"

"No. Royal protectors are just a step below the ones they serve, so people would refer to you as 'your ladyship' or 'my lady'"

"No shit? My lady? Me?...My Lady Tracey Wicker. Now that sounds cool...I'll think about it."

"i'm going to have to have you train with my guards though."

"Train?"

"Yes, I'll buy you whatever sword and gun you want. Then I'll have the captain of the guard train you up."

"I can already fight-"

"I know but...with a sword its different, trust me. Hey, I didn't say coming with me would be all sunshine and roses, did I?"

"mrr...I guess"

"Oh gosh, I can't wait to introduce you to my mate, you're gonna love him!"

"...I think I will, too."

"heheh. Oh, I get excited thinking about it..."

"I don't know, but if you really think it'll be fun I'll try."

"Oh yes, oh yes it'll be the best! Ah but that's the future..."

"Wait have you decided? I forgot you haven't decided. Im sorry if I seem presumptuous I...I would really like you to come with me."

"Eh fuck it, I'll give it a shot. Not every day you get an opportunity like this, worse comes to worse I still fucked a princess. Not everybody can say that."

"Mmm. Keep talking like that you might do it again..."

"We have a day of travelling to get back, and i'm too tired to go anywhere near that long now, plus with your uh...body. Like that, we might attract some attention."

"What? Don't you like it?"

"I definitely enjoy the view, but your friends might not."

"Oh don't worry about them, my guards won't tell anyone. If they did they would risk execution. And Charles, my driver, hes a lil wimp. I'll probably be the only naked

female hes ever seen."

"Yeah im not sure i'm okay with that..."

"Oh hush, they can look but only you get to touch."

"Mmm. Now that, i'm okay with."

"besides I...kind of like having an excuse to show off."

"You certainly have a lot to show off."

"hehe, now that's high praise coming from a vixen."

"So...you wanna head in now or rest up first?"

"I could use a little nap, actually. Then we go. Before we see if those legends are true or not."

"Yikes, yeah that'd probably miff your mate a bit, huh?"

"mhm, but I kind of like when he gets protective...might be worth it."

"No."

"Fine" Eva stuck her tongue out. "you're no fun..."

It was a couple days of travel and rest before the pair finally got back to the Poppy, teasing and playing with each other all the while.

Though Eva was met with a few stares and jeers from passerbye, Trace, still riding high on the adrenaline from not only stealing a princess's valuables, but her virtue as well

managed to reign in her anger.

Until they found her coach. Still guarded right where they left it, missing a driver. Only there was a couple guards this time. upon noticing Eva, who

had her arms crossed and was pretending to be incredibly pissed, they sprinted the distance to the pair, and threw themselves at her feet begging for mercy.

"It's about damn time."

"My great lady Briggs please, we let our-"

"Shut Up. I would have been dead were it not for the kind actions of this stranger, who pulled me from the jaws of death itself."

"My lady I-"

"Get me a new dress, you dregs. You think I enjoy being eye candy for these damn peasants?"

"Of course, my lady, of course, please forgive us our ineptitude, please..."

"Get me some damn clothes, and then we'll talk. Get out of my sight."

The pair backed up and bowed to Eva, uttering numerous 'my ladies' and various apologies as they ran towards the nearest tailor. They didn't turn back around until they were at the door.

"damn...you really went at em huh."

"Well they did let me get kidnapped by a ruffian in the middle of the night."

"Heh...good point. You really enjoy being bare and just wearing your fur don't you?"

"Kind of. Makes me feel free, oh I almost forgot, you can keep what you stole. Consider it an advance on your payment as Royal Protector."

"That's very kind of you...Your ladyship."

"Please its just princess or Eva to you. heh."

"Are you good here? I have to take care of some business in town before we go."

"Oh of course, I still have to track down half my guards and my driver. Take your time."

"Before I go...you know im kind of getting used to you without any clothes. Wouldn't mind if this happened more often..."

"Heh...maybe. We'll talk about it back home, alright? Deal?"

"Deal" Looking around to make sure none of her guards saw, Trace leaned in to give her mate a quick kiss on the cheek before she left.

There was a few voyeuristic peasants looking but, nobody ever believes them anyway.

"Lassie, ye've returned!" The Poppy was as bustiling as it ever has been. The usual going on, Fox harlots doing their thing. Cavorting with oppressors. Etc etc.

"Bartholomew! It went well. I have your cut right here..."

"Is 'at right? I thought they ran you out of town."

"Its eh...complicated. We should probably head somewhere more private. You're gonna want us to be alone for this."

"Fair 'nuff. follow me here."

Bart led her into a dark cellar, lit by a gas lamp. The muffled sounds of typical tavern-ry came from above.

"Check...this out."

Trace splayed her haul over a dingy wooden table, much to the delight of Bart.

"My god lass, there's enough to make us royalty...These necklaces here, each of these could buy a small house."

"Take your cut, Bart, This gold is burning holes in my pockets. Im itching to spend."

"Gladly..." Bart began segmenting off his 30% Taking what looked the best out of the loot pile. "Ykno if I was you lass, I woulda skipped town with my cut. You could

have retired with just this haul."

"Maybe. Im feeling like I'll give up thieving for a bit, make an honest living."

"Oh yeah? Your mother would be proud. I've been at this a long time lass, honor among thieves is a fleeting concept. Best get out while you're ahead. But ah...ahl miss ya."

"What are you gonna do with your cut?"

"Invest. I'll turn this old tinderbox of a place into a real brothel. Big floor poster beds, velvet curtains. All that"

"I'm glad, maybe invest in some cleaning ladies too."

"Yah know it...Ah think this is everything. Thank ya lassie." The dogwolf gave a mock bow. "You warmed an old cathouse owner's heart."

"I always pay my debts, Bart. We agreed on 30, you get 30."

"There's that honor among thieves, hold onto that lass. Not many practice it anymore."

"Will do...well, be seeing you around. Good luck with the whole business investment."

"Thank you lass, have a good one."

Trace walked out of the Poppy Cock for what would probably be the last time, looking back and reading that crappy broken sign above the door she felt a twinge of sadness.

But when she turned back around and saw her girlfriend waving her down with her full entourage back around her (and fully clothed) she couldn't help but feel excited.

For once, she was excited about the future instead of just about her next paycheck.