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Mistress of Thieves: Dealing in Death

Finally, today was the day of the first heist Aubrey would take on and start the thieves guild down their eventual road. The only problem? It was still just her and Tracer in the guild. Sure his little friends would keep look out and feed him information, but none of them wanted to join since they were still too young to be interested in girls - much less an older woman. She stretched out on the cot she had purchased with some of the left over money she'd pocketed from those thugs who had grabbed her little Thief Fox, and then the small bag of coins he had stolen at the Inn, which turned out was the same bag the Inn keeper had been carrying, sadly her coin hadn't been tucked in to the pouch by the time Tracer had nicked it.

But it opened a few ways for her to keep money on hand, such as buying this cot with stuffing and frame for three gold coins and eight silver, distracting the burly business man and his guards with a bit of cleavage and playful posing, letting Tracer steal the money left in its pouch, and then the boy could sneak out while she was busy trying to show off her 'muscles' to prove to the men she could carry the cot and frame herself, which she of course could not do and they eventually walked with her to a fake dwelling. A kiss to both male's cheeks and plenty of her breasts brushing to their pecks was enough to get them to be on their way so she could get Tracer and his friends to help collect the new bed and move it to their hide out.

She had patched the hole in the roof already using a method she would patch holes on a carriage, using a plank of wood tied in to position, but at a slight angle to keep rain water out. "Uhm, Aubrey?" Tracer's little voice called to her.

She perked up her large ears and looked towards the door, "Yeah kid?"

He shuffled in a little, dirty as all sin once more - even after she had soaked the boy in the Inn's bath house for a good two hours after his smelly romp with Linsay, the kid was dirty within twenty minutes of leaving the Inn. That had been four days ago, and now he was no longer a beautiful white with a red pin stripe all over his body, now he was nearly chocolate brown with dirt and muck. "Is this good?" he asked, holding up his arms and showing off his naked figure, she bit her lower lip and growled at herself for getting wet looking at the naked boy. Sure she had sex with him, but she shouldn't be aroused at the sight, she wasn't in love with him.

"It's good for now pup. Go get dressed." She laughed; he needed the filth for once, to blend in for her idea. With a heavy sigh, she rolled her wide hips from the bed and fished around for her silk bra and panties in the run down dresser beside the bed. A rumble from her tummy told her it was near breakfast time, but she needed to be looking her best today. "Urk..." she retched, pitching forward after hooking her panties over her hips. She barely got her thin fingered hands in front of her to catch her fall before she emptied her stomach all over the floor - thankfully it was just a bit of watered down wine. But the retching continued for several minutes before it passed and she spat heavily.

"Not today, no... don't be sick today." She gagged a little, putting her right hand to her nose and taking several deep breathes before she noticed Tracer standing beside her, holding her hair back. "T-Tracer? What are you doing?" she asked, her ears turning red with embarrassment.

"You were being sick. Poppa did this for momma when she was sick." He responded in his simple, childish logic.

Aubrey smiled, and kissed her forehead, rising up to her feet and purposely smothering his head with her heavy breasts and finding her nipples a little more sensitive than normal as she pulled her bra on and buckled the straps. "Come on baby boy. We gotta get to the field before noon." She smiled, pushing the back of his head to shove him out her door. "No peeking." She commented, closing the door so she could put on the dress she stole from a rival fabric dealer in the Merchant quarter. Her trick was simple, go barging in and calling in one of the I.O.U.'s the owner's wife had with her. Of course the King's order nullified any business I.O.U's, but a personal one was fare game.

Even though the owner's wife had cheated on him and been sentenced to death, she argued that the ticket had been made while their marriage was solid - and surprisingly, the man accepted her argument. His wife never owed her anything though, but his wife was also the reason she had lost her pregnancy. That bitch had lied to her about a certain herb to help improve pregnancy, and while it did lead to her getting pregnant, it was also highly addictive and taking it more than needed had caused her pregnancy to fail. So taking advantage of a dead woman and her foolish husband was no skin off her teeth.

She pulled out the fine silk dress and smiled. Her black and grey peppered fur would look splendid in this sea-foam green dress that had a darker green frilled bell around her broad hips to hide her thick thighs and large clawed feet. But the fabric lightened as it hit her crotch and got lighter and lighter until it turned white over her impressive breasts with a low U-cut shape in the back and front that left the inside and lower swell of her breasts as exposed as the tops. Billowing sleeves wrapped around her biceps alone as the dress hugged tightly against the side of her breasts and a single ribbon moving between her orbs tied in a cute bow right over her breast bone. She completed the look with a black choker at her neck with a tiny pair of silver bells teasing the hollow of her throat.

Her wedding band never left her hand, so that stayed on, but she added a charm bracelet of cheap copper with a tiny prancing Fox chasing a butterfly, and a rat nibbling a flower already attached. A small mirror she found in the broken debris of a nearby house propped over the top of her dresser as she worked to bind her hair in to a simple braid, and then a larger; fuller braid to lay over her right shoulder while drawing her bangs down the sides of her face. With make-up products being a more expensive thing than her purse could afford right now, she had to go 'plain faced' as women of money called it.

When she stepped out of her room and in to the large living space, she watched Tracer start to run past, look at her, and trip on his own tail falling face first in to the ground. She gave a light giggle, showing her sharp teeth off, "I'll take that as a compliment." She teased, before opening the door and looking at the night sky just starting to tinge red with sun rise. "Come on, time to go kiddo."

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"Here ye, Here ye." A loud voice boomed in the central square of town as they started to come from the alley leading to their hide out. "For the crimes presented, the following criminals shall be named as follows." The voice took a pause, and Aubrey growled at how packed the square was, there was no forcing their way through this, so she'd have to wait it out. "Arlo Brizani, Theft of Property in the Merchant Quarter. First Offense, left hand thumb shall be removed." The town crier said as he continued, but Aubrey recognized the name and she smiled smugly since he was another who had helped her husband ruin her life.

"Al Grinz, Assault with a Broom handle in the Lower Quarter. Third Offense, ten swats with a paddle in the square." He said, and Aubrey noticed the crier was a shorter little squirrel with a tail literally twice his weight and size curled behind him. "Esther Evans, Adultery in the Noble Quarter. First Offense, Death by Beheading."

Aubrey snarled along with a pair beside her before the offender was even brought out with the rest. She looked at the pair beside her, and her breath hiccupped out of her in sheer terror. "First born." She whispered, which got the attention of the pair.

A male and female, obviously twins with the female almost half a foot taller than the male. They looked like elves, but with vulpine features and nine tails. The male was quite handsome, six feet and one inch tall without counting the seven inch tall triangular ears on his head. Silver-white hair flowed down to his plush rump and he had a nicely muscled form that she found attractive, not burly like some warrior, but lean muscle meant for power and speed. The five fingers on his hands had gloves with rune stones set in to them and claws tipping each digit, his black pants hugged his hips but tapered off around his crotch to hide his package - but that was because of the animal like legs they hid but his paw-feet were still visible. All nine of his tails were a beautiful azure blue with purple tips that blazed with violet flames.

His twin sister was easily seven feet if not a little taller, and had similar body features including the sharp Emerald green eyes and pale white skin. One clear difference to their gender was the large FF's stretching out her odd clothing. But despite those impressive orbs on her chest, it was the wings on her back that truly caught the eyes. Even folded over her back, the soft feathers were a dark purple on the upper rim bone structure and forest green on the inside feathers while the backside of each feather was a dark crimson. Their tails coiled together as if they were lovers, and the way they both looked at her with their green eyes made her feel completely naked.

"Rishishka." They both said in that creepy twin-like dual-voiced speech. "We prefer that." The female finished with a bright smile that showed off sharp animal like teeth with slightly longer upper canines.

"S-sorry!" Aubrey stuttered, quickly bowing several times while also trying to back away. The First Born, Rishishka, were creatures made by the Gods themselves to fight against the 'Perfect Being', you did not piss them off and walk away... so she tried to scurry, only to find she'd been hemmed in by the crowd. "Shit." She whispered.

"Where?" Tracer asked, looking down at the ground so he didn't step in it.

"Ohh he's adorable! Adopted?" the female Rishishka asked, even as she reached out and pinched Tracer's cheek.

To his credit, Tracer didn't seem fazed by the woman's obvious beauty. Even as she smiled at him, he just stared at her and let her pull at his cheek. Aubrey let out a snort-giggle before realizing she had been asked a question. "Y-Yes!" she finally stammered out, _wait... what did she ask me?_Aubrey thought.

"That's wonderful. Allester and I were both orphans, or so we thought. But hey, it's good to see a young woman looking out for children." The female smiled at her twin.

Aubrey's entire brain broke when the twins shared a very deep kiss that made it obvious they were lovers. "Miyara, we're here for other reasons." Allester said, giving a bright smile down at Tracer, before looking at Aubrey. "I... I think we broke her." He said.

Miyara reached over with a hand, waving it before Aubrey's blue eyes a few times, when she blinked and shook her head, she nearly responded - but the town crier called out louder than she spoke.

"Esther shall be put in the stocks; naked as the whore she is and provided services for any who wish free of cost. Her husband is quite distressed over her infidelity and feels if she wants to service other men, she shall do so for the entire town for one week before her execution by the King's law."

"WHAT?!" Aubrey and Miyara yelled. Allester was already looking at the 'criminal' on stage when the two women looked over to see her.

Esther couldn't have been older than twelve years; her breasts were barely forming in her torn white tunic. She was a small door mouse of four feet even with a perfect coat of brown fur and glistening blue eyes filled with tears. "I didn't do it! I'm untouched!" she pleaded; Aubrey noticed the twin's left ears tick twice in unison.

"I've heard enough. The Shadow Fox will not serve a Kingdom that has such a heavy hand." Aubrey's eyes widened in terror and her entire body sized, it likely saved her from a heart attack at the realization of who she stood beside.

"T-t-the Darkflame Twins?" she panted out, looking over the couple.

Miyara smiled, nodding her head over her twins shoulder. "Yup. The King wanted to hire our merc company, but we have standards." She finished.

"Tabitha, get the girl. Kill anyone getting in your way." Allester said to a hooded figure in front of him. That figure crumpled in on itself suddenly, and he seemed unfazed as he called out in a deep baritone voice. "Who is the girl's patron, that they can add punishment?"

The town crier looked over to his voice, about to snap off an angry retort; before he froze at sight of two First Born in the crowd asking him questions. "I-I uhm, that is..." he looked at a loss for words.

"My husband asked a Question." Miyara snapped, her right upper lip curled, and the woman looked far fiercer than her smaller twin.

"Judge Farost Evans, Sir and Madam First Born!" the crier squeaked.

Appeased, Miyara and Allester watched the carriage holding the prisoners roll away. They turned, and Miyara hooked her arm in Aubrey's, while Allester scooped up Tracer, walking away with ease as the crowd eagerly parted for them.

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"Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit." Aubrey chanted as she was lead right out the cities front gates. Miyara had her head leaned in to her shoulder, and the woman had the intoxicating scent of fresh cherries and limes - two things Aubrey adored but rarely had. What's worse, Tracer and Allester were running around chasing the skirts of women, or tumbling around in the dirt together. They were like a Father and Son just having a time on the town, but as soon as they passed through the gates, Aubrey's natural instincts were to run. Run far away, as fast as possible, hide in the deepest darkest hole she could find, and pray.

Arrayed in the field in front of her was a camp of mercenaries, but it looked like they were all seasoned soldiers and prepared for a fight at the drop of a hat. Medium sized walls of stone surrounded the camp with raised towers of wood filled with archers and mages ready to rain hell on anyone stupid enough to assault the camp. Normally, this was a common sight as the King always sought Mercenary bands to support his soldiers. But the banners flying on the flag poles and off the towers were what made her pee her panties. A black flag with a white swath carved like a Fox head above a bloody dagger, waved in the breeze and signified that the Shadow Fox Brigade was camped here.

Most of the people moving about and performing tasks were not First Born. She saw a trio of Ferisk, cat like women that were always female and couldn't breed without males from other races since they never had male births, patrolling the long wall with feline like grace. A pair of the behemoth wolves, known as Wyntara, rested belly down in the shade of some trees, snow fall collected at the base of their bodies despite the heat of the morning starting to build. It was their innate Aura of Cold that was said to freeze even water getting to close. She watched Tracer run away from Allester, right in to the camp and giggling like a mad man as Allester gave chase roaring like a monster.

"My mate is a silly thing. But your 'son' is in no trouble at all." Miyara said, stopping their approach to the camp and turning to face Aubrey. "Ready to tell the truth?"

SHIT! The First Born can hear the Truth in words! Aubrey screamed in her head. It took her a minute, sweating under the unrelenting stare of Miyara, before she sighed. "I sorta adopted him. He's homeless and so am I, we found this little space to live and so we live there... stealing." Somehow, explaining it all, felt good. But then she remembered, she'd just admitted to crimes to a race favored by the Gods!

Miyara just nodded her head, "Do what you have to, to survive, but don't get that child hurt." She said, sniffing the air and then drawing in close, "He fuck good at least?" she teased, giving a giggle a little girl would make. But Aubrey's jaw was dropped by the blatant question. She worked her mouth, but no words came out. "You reek of him sweetie. You may bathe all you want, but unless you clean out what is inside you, you won't sneak a scent past even a Wyntara or Ferisk, let alone a Rishishka or El'Karin." She laughed.

Ears crimson yet again, Aubrey just sighed. "Yeah, I'm teaching him a lot. You don't think it's disgusting of me?"

Miyara burst out laughing, shaking her head. When she got control, she smiled, "Me and Ally grew up in a Temple to Scarlet Rose, while I didn't partake, he did and he was famous for it." She giggled a little more "Though I made sure to join in with him when the girl was particularly juicy." She purred; pulling Aubrey close and giving the over stimulated female a very firm kiss.

She wanted to return it, but her tastes didn't run down that line. When the kiss broke, Aubrey blushed and hung her head. "S-Sorry. I just... I mean I don't... augh!" she hissed, noticing the carriage rolling up to the camp with a green haired and grey furred Ferisk driving it, a slightly honey-gold skin tone showing. When it parked, she dropped down and grabbed a sobbing brown furred mouse from the other side of the driver's seat, slung her over her shoulder, and marched towards Allester.

"Don't worry sweetie. I'm a little disappointed, but I know I'm not every girl's cup of tea." Miyara continued, her ever present smile showing off.

Aubrey let out a breath she didn't know she was holding; but fearing she had upset the powerful woman, with a literal army at her command, would make anyone hold their breath. She noticed Allester and Tracer walking back towards them, but with the mouse girl following at a quick trot and now bereft of clothing! The girl was a little softer in the middle that most her age would be, an average B cup bust but killer hips already. It was also how Aubrey saw the girls brown hair was starting to match the carpet, and also let her see the only marring to the girls brown fur.

An ugly wound was over her crotch that looked poorly dressed and cleaned. Fury was rising in her blood as she stomped towards the poor child. She spluttered incomprehensibly while pointing at the wound. Esther's tears fell harder as she spoke up, "He... he said I was too ugly to make babies with." She sobered, "So he stuck me with a knife, said I wasn't worth the money he paid." She screamed in pain as the crying was aggravating her wound.

Miyara stepped forward, and pressed her right hand to the wound. She focused for a time with her eyes closed, as neon green glowing light wrapped her fingers and the girls belly up. After a few minutes, Esther's sobbing let up and she blinked a few times, the last of her tears falling down her cheeks. "Wha... healing magic?" she asked.

When Miyara's hand came away, a little bloody, the wound was gone - though the fur that had been shaved away was still missing too. She wiped her hand with a cloth offered to her by the green haired Ferisk, who Aubrey now knew was Tabitha since Allester had called on her to rescue the mouse girl. "Yes, don't worry - your hymen is still intact too. Didn't need to heal that." She smiled.

"What's a hymen?" Esther asked.

"It's a ring of muscles just inside your passage that is like an arch way, it's what other's call a maiden head, or Virginity." Aubrey explained.

"Oh." Esther said, "I told them I was a virgin still! That jack ass never touched me!" she barked, all tears gone, replaced by a fierce girl that Aubrey could respect.

Allester finally chimed in with his own ideas. "Don't worry about him. Tabitha here is going to ensure he's repaid in full, all things must be balanced after all." He smiled. That was one thing the followers of the Arison religion had in common, 'All things in Balance'.

Aubrey liked that idea.

"Here," Allester said and dumped a large pouch of coins in to her hands. "Take care of Esther and Tracer. I hear there's an old Orphanage a couple roads down from your 'house'. Tracer said it's where he used to stay before the..."

"The old coot kept sleepin' and never came outa his room no more." Tracer finished.

"Right. That. Your little thief guild could build a deep base in there, nice front Orphanage's make too." The male smiled.

Aubrey looked down at Tracer, "You swore you wouldn't tell anyone!"

"I didn't!" He barked back.

Miyara and Allester were giggling suspiciously. When Aubrey looked at Miyara, the woman snerked and then broke out in tearful laughter. "Sorry! Hehehe, Allester and I can talk to each other short range in our minds. Further than two hundred yards and all we can do is sense each other's emotional state. But in range, we can share everything with one another." She winked.

Aubrey's smile grew a little as she considered the idea a moment, and then a visual entered her mind and she shuddered. "Ok ok, too much information! Wow... I... I just... yeah you have the kinkiest things in your heads." She hissed, realizing the image of the twins in bed with her was something Miyara planted in her mind. "I'm taking the kiddies and going to guy buy an Orphanage." She said, starting to turn on her heel and instead finding a mountain of womanly flesh to bury her muzzle in.

"Done." A feminine voice said, stuffing a rolled up parchment in to Aubrey's cleavage before walking away. A nine foot tall red panda - a race that never dips over five feet to her knowledge - walked away in the Monk kit of a Priestess of Riowing. Tits and Ass larger than her own curves, Aubrey shook her head and turned on the twins.

"How do you two get anything done around here if you're both hornier than a teen boy in a whore house with ten gold coins?" she asked, smiling as sweetly as she could while also pushing Esther and Tracer back towards the south.

"We fuck them too." Miyara and Allester said in that creepy twin-speak again, waving them off.

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It took almost an hour to walk from the front gate camp, around to the east gate and down towards the bridge. They arrived just before noon and Tracer was equipped with his helmet shield and placed in the hole he had dug near the brush. He fit perfectly and the shield hid the hole entirely from view, she just had to decorate it with a few shrubs to make the foliage look a little healthier. Now she had to figure out what to do with Esther.

She hadn't noticed the mouse had been given clothes by Miyara, she was just too distracted by the woman and her twin and kept off balance with their antics to notice. But now Esther had panties and bra, and a cute pleated black skirt with a rather small tank-top like shirt that exposed her entire belly; and that bare patch over her crotch. But she had a small spell book on her hip along with a simple wand capped by a small sapphire. "You a mage?" Aubrey asked, curious.

"N-not so much as yet Mistress of Thieves. Lady Miyara handed me this book to teach me magic, she said I had the ability for it." Esther said.

Aubrey liked being called Mistress of Thieves, it was a cute moniker. Who thought it up? "Well why don't you go down river a little and study it for the next hour? I wouldn't want you getting in the way Esther." She paused, a sour look on her face. "Who names their kid Esther?" she asked herself, not even realizing she said it out loud.

"The pit master when he sold me." Esther responded.

"Pit master?" Aubrey shrieked, it was one of the few things she hated about the Kingdom, it allowed the arena to throw slaves at the gladiators. "Ok, no. We're giving you a new name, just like Tracer got." She grinned "You know his old name was 'Travis'?"

Esther's face wrinkled on her short muzzle, "Who names their kid Travis?" she barked in a giggle. "But I kinda like my name. I never had one until last week." She smiled.

Aubrey tapped her chin a moment, looked at the girl's book and wand, and smiled. "Ether." She grinned "Ether works perfectly for you, being an aspiring mage and all."

"I... like that. Yeah, cuz Ether is the source of magic and the bodies life force." She said, pulling her book up and flipping the first two pages before showing it to Aubrey. "See?!"

The glyphs and runes on the page made Aubrey sick, and she looked away quickly. "I... wow I can't even read that. I know a lot of languages too. But not that one."

"Oh! Right, Miyara said only I can read from this book... sorry." Ether said with a smile.

Loud rattling hit Aubrey's ears and her head swung around to peer down the road where a carriage was tottering towards the bridge. "Shit. Ok ok... uhm... Ether, do you know any spells yet?" she questioned in hop.

"Ice bolt, Fireball, and Spark Shot." Ether responded, "But I don't know if they will cast... I haven't tried yet."

Fingers to her temples, Aubrey sighed. She planned this with just Tracer and her anyhow. "Alright, go hide. We'll work on practice later." She smiled, watching as Ether nodded and ran towards the river to follow it for a bit. Aubrey returned her sight to the approaching carriage, grinning as she could just make out the stuffy shirt of an old frienemy of hers.

By the time the carriage got to the bridge, Aubrey had stepped to the far end, right in the middle of the path. Her dress billowed in the light breeze; setting the flowing green color in to a rolling churn and making her look like ocean water. "Marcus!" she snapped, pointing her right index finger straight at the bulky rat male sitting in the driver's seat with an overly colorful shirt and hair. Beside him was another badger male in full plate armor and shield with a short sword on his hip. She swore he looked like the pair she saw here a few days ago, had they been scouting the road?

"Aubrey? Is that you?" Marcus asked, placing his hand on his guard's wrist to stop the man from dismounting to deal with her.

"Yeah it is. You owe me five hundred gold!" she snapped, flashing an I.O.U. the male had made with her just two months before her husband destroyed everything. This one she could have enforced in any court since it was a personal loan and it wasn't a fake like the one that got her dress.

Marcus rolled his eyes at her, "You're unable to make that claim since you were discredited. Business loans aren't repayable to a Business that's gone under."

"Bullshit! It was a personal loan and you know it! That is enforceable!" she cried, stalking towards the carriage in her fury, the badger jumped from his seat and yanked his sword free, but she stopped with his movement and held her ground.

"Devon, don't worry about her. She's all tits and no bite." Marcus chortled, the badger laughed as well. "There's no such thing as a Personal Loan between Merchant's my dear. Come now, move aside." Marcus said.

"You son of a mole!" She snarled, glaring at Devon as the male moved a few more feet. She saw out of the corner of her eye a small brownish-white streak crawling away from burying something in his hole near the bush before returning to the back of the carriage. She needed to give the boy more time, so she held up the slip of paper, "Look closer dick wad, this clearly says personal loan to Marcus Adore, not Business loan!" she snarled.

To his credit, Marcus actually tried to read from the distance, squinting his eyes before snapping his fingers and flicking his wrist to wave her closer. She was smart enough to move to the side Devon stood on, she didn't want him to rush towards her if she went to Marcus' side, he'd see Tracer then. Once there, she pushed her large butt in to the badger to push him out of her way as she climbed up on to the driver's seat. She held the slip out, but didn't let it go. "No mistaking your signature and blood mark Marcus. You owe me that money and I'll gladly pull you in to court over it."

Marcus couldn't argue the point, but he huffed anyhow. "You know I can't pay that much. I know you're on hard times. So how about a deal?" he asked her.

"A deal?" she inquired, tucking the slip in to her dress tops left panel warily.

"Well you see. I'm paying Devon and his two brother's five hundred and seventy five gold to keep the road way clear of chaff and my carriage escorted. But I'm sure he and his brothers would adore a nice round between your thighs, and so would I." he barked a loud laugh, even Devon burst out chortling.

At least, until Aubrey slammed her fist in to Marcus' muzzle, oh she felt the delightful feeling of three of his teeth popping out of his jaw and the crunch of his lower jaw dislocating in the single swing. But then she hissed in pain as cold steel slid in to her back, but she was already rolling forward from the punch and tumbled out of the carriage on the other side, yelping in pain as she twisted her ankle. She had to reach beneath her dress to grab the dagger strapped to her thigh, but she ran in front of the pack animals and surprised Devon with a flurry of three slashes he had to lean back and away from.

"Be careful Devon! That's the Siren Saint's Daughter!" Marcus snarled in a muffled sound, cradling his jaw with one hand, snapping the reigns with the other.

"You said she had no bite!" Devon snarled in return.

Aubrey jumped out from the front of the moving cart, using a quick thrusting stab to make Devon guard with his shield, just as she rolled her hip to his sword arm side. She baited him to lash out with his sword, wanting to score a quick kill, but Marcus' warning had sunk deep for Devon and he instead tucked his sword arm behind his shield. Aubrey still swung vertically, just so she could reverse her grip and catch his sword when it swept out towards her hip. Planting her feet, she winched in pain from her right ankle and the wound in her back. She noted Marcus didn't stop his team for Devon, the man kept the carriage rolling and she had no time to check for Tracer. She didn't have the body strength to take this male on in a straight up fight with injuries in her lower back and ankle.

"Right then, missy. If you just hike up your skirt and let me in, I'll do my business and forget this whole incident happened." Devon smirked.

She rolled forward, accepting his bait to try and enrage her, slipped her dagger from her right hand to her left, and then grabbed the upper edge of his shield at the same time. Planting her feet on the surface of the shield added her weight to his entire arm, tipping him forward towards her, where she lashed out with her dagger. The feeling of the blade biting in to flesh was delicious and short lived as she went flying along with the shield when Devon booted the backside to dislodge her weight. It also left him with just a short sword.

She kicked the shield up and caught it with her left hand as her dagger fell to her right paw, and she smirked wickedly at the badger. "Fucking, cunt spawn of the Siren. I'll gut you and fuck your bleeding corpse!" he snarled, rushing right at her with his sword leading.

Aubrey sighed at her mother's nickname being used once more, a Pirate queen that was never found even after she retired. Yet she was an immortalized creature thanks to her twin daggers that sang when swung. She knew he was trying to make her use the shield to block him, so he could bowl her over with his larger weight and size. So instead, she rolled on to her sore ankle and twisted her injured spine to turn her hip just after she felt the blade contact the shield. This rolled his weight past her, blocking him from attacking her, and also opening his entire side to her counter attack. The dagger slid right through a joint in his armor at the arm pit, and thanks to the long point, right in to his heart.

Devon's eyes were wide in shock as he collapsed to the opposite side, his hand grasping at his heart as it seized from the pressure and blood loss. She knew he was dead, so she frantically looked back towards the road and couldn't see the carriage anywhere. "Tracer!" she hissed, rubbing her ears and head, the boy was gone!

"Yes?" the boy asked from behind her.

She turned her head slowly, winching from the pain in her back and ankle. He stood there with his little shield still on his head, looking like he deserved his reward. Her left eye lid twitched several times, especially when she noticed Ether strutting up from the river. The mouse girl saw the dead body and gave a half shrug. "I got a bunch of stuff, I didn't know what you wanted but I got a lot!" Tracer giggled out and grabbed her hand to haul her towards the spot he had buried the treasure.

She followed mutely, she had been so worried he was gone, that she was ready to tie the kid to her hip for life. The feeling was increased when she saw the kid had pulled a small chest, and three small boxes. Of course the boy went for the food first, the boxes were stuffed with traveling food to make soups, dried meats, and other hardy fare for energy. But the chest was filled with coins. Hard cash didn't need to be sold, seven hundred gold; forty-two silver and almost a hundred copper. The chest was heavy and she had no idea how the boy carried it by himself, but she realized Marcus did have the money to pay her off! "Good job kid." She smiled.

"YES!" he giggled and started working his clothes off right then and there.

Aubrey swatted his head, making his left ear flop. "Not here brat." She snapped, as she buried their treasure right where it was. It wouldn't do any good showing up in town with a lot of food and money right after Marcus lost that. She scruffed Tracer and looked at Ether. "River. Bath. Now." She said, after smelling Tracer and her own sweat and blood.

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After shuffling back to their little hide out with Ether learning the route through the streets and proving she was quite agile - keeping pace with Tracer without issue, which irritated Aubrey since her larger and more curved figure didn't promote squeezing between buildings or crawling over everything in her dress. She showed Ether how to work the front doors trigger, an easy latch system any thief could figure out if they knew where to look. After they were all settled inside, Tracer quickly shucked his clothes and stared right at Aubrey with those beautiful green eyes of his that made her think of raw Jade. "What?" she asked, even as Ether looked around the house, she'd already seen the boy naked and he saw her - after all, they had bathed in the river together.

"I did Good. You said so." He barked.

Aubrey's eye twitched in a spastic flicker that was visible. Maybe she'd done this wrong, rewarding him way too much for doing what he was told. Granted he always did far better than she expected. With a heavy sigh, she knew he did incredibly well this time, he'd nabbed more money than ever before along with food supplies that would last them a month or two easily without rationing. "You're right." She murmured, sliding from her dress in a fluid movement that bunched the fabric up around her wide hips and then hiked it all over her head in time to pummel poor Ether with the mass of fabric.

"Eeek!" she squeaked, getting a giggling snicker from Tracer.

"Sorry Ether." Aubrey said, hauling the dress from the poor girls body and setting it down on an old rotting dresser in the front living space. "Didn't seeEEK!" she squeaked as Tracer's hand smacked across her large ass and actually stung a little more from the sore spot in her back. "HEY!" she snapped, whirling on the boy, "If you want your reward you aren't going to do that!" she huffed.

"But you said you liked it!" he retorted with a straight face. Ether though, blushed a bright crimson in her ear cups as she stared at Aubrey's large breasts while the woman freed them from her bra.

She gulped and looked worried, "A-am I... do-do I gotta...?" Ether asked, looking nervous and spooked.

Aubrey just chuckled and shook her head as she pushed her panties down, bending at the hip to give Tracer a great view of her pouting pussy lips framed by her thick thighs. "No dear. Tracer's reward is getting his rocks off. After all, he did steal enough to set us up for a good while." She cooed in a sweet voice as she turned and dropped down on to all fours, her butt high in the air and tail flagging up.

That's when all hell broke loose!

As soon as her tail was fully extended up, presenting a perfect bubble butt profile to her wards, the soil opened up beneath her and a shrieking squeak squealed from her lips as she fell in to a pit in the blink of an eye.

Ether and Tracer both slowly moved to the rim of the new hole and peered inside. Almost ten feet down, Aubrey was tangled up with a Mole, scrambling to get out from beneath the heavier body that had fallen from the ceiling. "Ow ow ow, come on lady, get off'a me!" screeched the mole, the voice very feminine as she wiggled and tried to free herself.

"The fuck happened?" Aubrey groaned, rolling over and letting the Mole lady up.

"Your fat ass and pontoon tits came crashin' down on top'a me like a ton'a bricks! I swear if Allester hadn't paid me so damn well and given me two hard peaks with that twin of his, I'd never'a taken this job!" the woman berated Aubrey as she stood up. Barely three feet tall, a little round in the middle, and just as top and bottom heavy as Aubrey was - but in a smaller scale; the only thing that made the Mole scary to the two kids top side were the five dagger like claws tipping each of the woman's fingers. She squinted red eyes and made the little starfish on her nose wiggle as she sniffed and looked up. "Your escape tunnel is finished though, thanks to your huge butt."

Aubrey was barely coherent as she took the verbal abuse and slowly climbed to her feet. "I'm sorry... but who the hell are you?" she barked out finally, standing tall and dwarfing the mole - though she still looked a little unbalanced on her large feet.

"Marble. Shadow Fox trencher and sapper." The mole responded, offering her right hand with those daggers extended.

For a moment, Aubrey stared at the short-stack woman's hand, but eventually took it and shook. "A-" she stopped and gulped, almost giving away her real name. "Zhara Mistwalker."

"Pfft, you mean Aubrey." Marble chortled, giving a squint-eyed grin up at her. "I know who's who in the Merchant quarter of every city. Never know when I gotta tunnel my way through those gardens." The last bit she said while looking at Aubrey's crotch.

Shifting her footing to roll her thighs a little and hide her mound from view, Aubrey shook her head. "Why do you Foxes seem to think I'm in to women?" she asked quietly, but rolled her eyes. "What is all this?" she waved a hand around.

Marble looked at her as if she were stupid. "It's a Tunnel, Stupid." She dead panned.

_For the Love of Gods someone; please save me before I murder someone._Aubrey thought in her head before she took a breath and let it out. "For what?"

"Escapin' to yer Orphinage. Duh."

Murdering a Shadow Fox is Murdering yourself. Aubrey thought harder, breathing once more to calm her frazzled and sore nerves. Before she could say anything more, a tiny voice called down "Can I have my reward now Aubrey?"

Clamping her muzzle shut on the retort she had for both Marble and Tracer, she lashed her tail and turned to trot down the 'tunnel'. Grumbling about children driving her to an early grave, but ten feet down the tunnel, she fell to her knees and passed out suddenly.

~~ To be continued

~ Allester E. Darkflame