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Sorry for the delay. I hadn't expected one chapter to get so long, but as I typed it up I realised that there was no way I'd be able to justify making a chapter that was over 20,000 words, especially considering how long that would have taken me to transcribe, edit and proof-read. Plus side, chapter seven is about half way written, so it won't take long (hopefully).

Now one of the things I used to do was put notes in the story, often interrupting the flow of the story and leaving it a mess. I'm going to stop doing that and if I feel that I need to explain things of culture, history, language or context, I'll put it at the start so you can just ignore it altogether.

On Aberdaria the genetics and language notes would take up a whole book (and I think they do, I have them somewhere), but in short, anthros can breed with other anthros with no chance of genetic incompatibility. (There is a chance of the offspring being a half-anthro, but the odds of this are very small and we don't need to worry about that now.) Each combination of anthro has its own name and the offspring between an avian and a feline can be translated to Gryphon while the offspring of an avian and an equine can be translated to Hippogryph. The genetic variances within Gryphons or Hippogryphs can be quite interesting and varied, some with wings and some without. (A famous Hippogryph from history had few elements of their father, except for their father's wings.)

Anyway, you have all been waiting long enough, so lets get back into this groove and keep going.

Sometimes the best way to gather information is to appear friendly and harmless. -Avanti Halfhorse

"Anything yet?"

"No."

"What about now?"

"No."

"And now?"

"I swear to Faredae that if you don't stop talking I shall stab you."

Gareth let out a heavy sigh as he lay his head on the tiles of the roof and watched a pair of avians having some personal time in one of the alleyways nearby.

"Aww, they're such a cute couple," Gareth muttered to himself as he watched the two preening each other in rather intimate ways.

"It's disgusting," Kitty growled as she quickly glanced over at them before returning her gaze towards the front door of 'The Kittens and Cream'. "Those two probably share nothing in common and are just satisfying their own sick needs."

"You have no sense of romance," Gareth sighed as he noticed one of them sliding their paw into the trousers of the other.

"I will throw you off this roof if you do not pay attention," Kitty growled.

"Don't bother," Gareth sighed as he got up onto his paws and knees. "If we don't do something soon I shall, out of boredom, throw myself off this roof."

"Where do you think you are going?" Kitty demanded as loud as she dare.

"I intend to to go and gather information," Gareth said as he crawled his way over to the opposite edge of the roof. "We've wasted half the night sneaking around on the rooftops on the lookout for someone who probably isn't going to use the front door."

"You will stay where you are Provisional," Kitty ordered as Gareth stuck his head over the edge of the roof to check what was going on below.

"If you want to stop me," Gareth said as he turned around and started to lower himself down, "you had better keep up."

Without saying a word, Gareth lowered himself out of Kitty's sight and let go.

"PROVISIONAL!" Kitty shouted, worried that her subordinate had just fallen three stories down to the cobblestones below.

No longer worried about their cover being blown, Kitty scrambled over to the edge and stuck her head over, only to see Gareth standing on a balcony one story below.

"We have tried your way," Gareth said as he looked up at Kitty with his arms crossed, "but now I think we need to try things my way."

"And what's your way?" Kitty growled as she hopped down onto the balcony next to him. "Sucking someone's dick to see if they have any useful information?"

"Of course not," Gareth said as he opened the door in front of him, "we're going to use this extremely unorthodox approach known as 'talking to people'."

"I look ridiculous," Kitty grumbled as she tried to adjust the tailhole in the trousers she wore to line up with her tail again.

"You look like the leader of a theatre troupe," Gareth said as he fixed up the royal blue tunic Kitty was wearing. "They're all well known for being rather garish with their attire."

"I look like a pimp," Kitty growled as she tried to find a place where she could hide a dagger.

"Would you stop fidgeting," Gareth said as he pinned back part of the tunic, "I need you to look convincing."

"First, why do I need to wear this damn outfit," Kitty asked as she tried to tucker her dagger (within its sheath) in the back of her trousers, "and second, why didn't you tell me this was your flat?"

"If I had told you that this was my flat you would have insisted on using it as an observation post," Gareth said as he took the dagger out of the waistline of Kitty's trousers. "The last thing I want is to listen to you complaining about my lifestyle as you look around my home. Second, no weapons; they'll ruin the line of your clothes."

"And why do I have to look like a clown?"

"No-one is going to buy that you're anything else that doesn't involve a dress."

Gareth took a moment to fix up the last touches of the tunic.

"Why do I have to wear these clothes? I have my Ranger's uniform."

"It is called camouflage," Gareth said with an annoyed sigh. "Of all people, you should be able to understand it."

"This is not camouflage," Kitty growled. "I stand out."

"If you were in a forest the Ranger's uniform would be fine," Gareth said as he got up and walked behind a changing screen so he could begin to undress, "but you're not trying to blend into a forest, you're trying to blend in with the crowds of the Pleasure District. If the stories I've heard are true, you lack the ability to hide in a crowd."

Kitty took a quick look at her new outfit, and whilst she hated the look of this gaudy thing, she had to admit that she looked like many of the stuffed-shirt fools who walked the streets at this hour.

"So we look like the scum who populate this district," Kitty noted as she walked over to the window that overlooked 'The Kittens and Cream', "but that doesn't tell me what you intend to do. Aren't we just going to wander the streets and do much the same as before?"

"Do you believe 'The Kitten' doesn't have a back door? If someone doesn't want to be seen do you think they'll just walk in the front door where everyone can see them?"

"So what are you going to do?"

"You may not like it, but I have some friends who will be able to help us out."

It took him a few minutes to change, but when he came out from behind the screen, Gareth had changed into what was obviously a costume dress of a princess.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Kitty asked, annoyed at Gareth's choice of clothes.

"No one may know who you are, but a lot of people know who I am and that I am often chosen for playing female roles," Gareth pointed out as he fixed up the last bits of his dress. "I am a professional and a good actor gets into their roles."

"And that involves a dress," Kitty grumbled. "Of course it would, why should I be surprised."

"For someone who complains about my personal lifestyle you underestimate the potential of costumes and acting. I have found out where you live and you never saw me."

Kitty gave Gareth an annoyed stare.

"I do not know if you are telling the truth, but if you are; you are to never follow me again."

"For someone who hates the pleasure district so much, I am surprised that you choose to live here, and so close to your old prison as well."

Kitty leapt over and pinned Gareth to the wall by his throat, her paw gripping the lace choker he wore as she stared him in the eyes.

"No one knows," Kitty growled, "and no one else is to know. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly clear," Gareth replied. "No one will know Lieutenant."

Kitty let go of Gareth's throat and he fell to the floor, gasping for breath and checking that kitty hadn't broken the skin.

"Lets just get on with your stupid plan," Kitty grumbled with a sigh. "I want to get out of this damn jester's outfit."

As the two of them walked across the street, Gareth was finishing the final adjustments to his outfit.

"I know a couple of people who work here," Gareth said as he fixed up the fake crown on his head. "I'll do most of the talking, you just keep your eyes peeled and don't start any fights."

"I am working without a weapon," Kitty pointed out, "and I am not fond of fighting with my bare paws."

"Promise me you won't lose it," Gareth said as he handed Kitty the satchel he had been carrying, "it should help you feel less naked."

"I do not find your humour funny," Kitty grumbled.

"The back pocket has four throwing knives and a dagger," Gareth explained as Kitty took the satchel from him. "I know you're not very good with throwing knives, but I can imagine you're quite deadly with a dagger."

Kitty opened the satchel and looked through it. The front was filled with manuscripts and stage makeup, whilst in a rather well concealed pocket she found the knives and dagger Gareth was talking about.

"I didn't expect you to be the sort to carry weapons when you're off duty," Kitty noted as she closed the satchel and slung it over her shoulder.

"The Commander didn't just hire me for my acting ," Gareth noted as they walked up to the front door. "Just remember I'm doing the talking."

As Gareth opened the front door to 'The Kittens and Cream', Kitty found her nose overwhelmed with the scents and perfumes that always reminded her of her days as a slave and it made her stomach turn. She'd never been in this establishment before, but she could already tell just what went on inside these walls.

"I am going to be sick," Kitty mumbled under her breath.

"Be professional," Gareth said as the two of them walked into the foyer where a female cheetah sat behind a desk and looked over some paperwork. Kitty could already tell this cheetah wasn't in charge just by how she was sitting.

"I'm sorry, but all our kittens are currently with clients," the cheetah said without looking up from her papers. "Perhaps you would like to visit us another time?"

"I'm sure you can make an exception for an old friend," Gareth said with a pout. "Your boyfriend just loves me."

The cheetah looked up and upon noticing it was Gareth, jumped up from her seat and ran around the desk to give him a very enthusiastic hug.

"Gabby!" Was the happy shout from the cheetah as the two spun around in their hug. "It's been so long I thought you might have skipped town!"

"Oh, nothing that severe," Gareth said as he let the cheetah down. "Work has been keeping me busy of late. I've been working a private contract."

"Geez, look at you," the cheetah said with a smile, "a professional actor. I guess I'll have to buy a ticket the next time I want to see you perform."

"Don't be silly Josie," Gareth reassured her, "I'm sure I could get you a ticket."

Kitty did her best to not look around at the rather blatant decorations of a brothel, but there wasn't much else to keep her attention and the conversation Gareth was having with his friend wasn't helping her stomach.

"But what are you doing here at this hour? It's almost midnight. You can't be coming back from a show this late."

She had to focus on something other than the reek of sex or the tacky watercolour paintings showing the various acts that the staff offered (that was if they were lucky enough to have their freedom).

"You wouldn't believe the client we had tonight."

"I've never known you to be cranky about a pawsy patron."

She had to find something to keep her mind busy. It was lucky that she found a strange scent mixed amidst the mess of other scents.

"I wish. Hired us to entertain him and some guests after dinner with a performance, but doesn't bother to tell us he had cancelled until an hour ago. On top of that, refused to pay and had some messenger give us the news."

Balazaar was awash with a variety of different smells, but she couldn't figure out what this particular one was. As she closed her eyes to focus herself, she was at least grateful that she no longer had to look at the horrible art.

"Ugh, bloody stuff-shirt nobles. Think that just because they're married to their cousins it means they're better than the rest of us."

"Hey! Lords Tivvet and Felan are quite hot, even if they are cousins."

"Well excluding them."

The overwhelming smell of felines sent shivers down her spine, but she did her best to ignore that lest the dark memories return.

"Worst part is, he looked so handsome and I reckon he was checking me out when he hired us. If I had played my cards right I might have earned myself a hefty bonus; you know how dragons are with their money when they're happy."

There was a wolf amongst the odours, a male, and he smelt rather horny.

"Well it can't be the same dragon that we've had in this last week as he's a stingy jerk."

Her time working with the Princess and Tharmina had allowed her to become well aware of the scent of a mare in season. Strange that one would be here seeking the brothel's services.

"How bad?"

"Not a single tip. He and his anthro falcon friend have been here almost every night this week and he hasn't given one extra coin. They spend a couple of hours receiving massages, along with a few other services, and spend the whole time talking about work. I mean, a lot of our clients do that, but the dragon clearly doesn't want to be here. The falcon has a real weakness for the girls, but it does seem like the dragon holds the purse strings and he's holding them tight."

A falcon would explain one of the strange scents, but the other still eluded her. Could it be the dragon?

"What do they talk about?" Gareth asked with a whisper.

"Boring stuff from what the girls tell me. Troops, equipment, supplies, vague mentions of intelligence, but it's weird that they're talking about such stuff."

"What's so weird about that?"

She'd never come across a dragon in her time so her knowledge of dragon scents was practically non-existent. She'd overheard people talking about the smell of Dragon Lord Zurack, but they'd said he smelled of death. This scent smelt nothing like that.

"Well if anyone asks, and you didn't hear this from me, but let's just say that they're talking about a fight that should be taking place in the Blanket Passes."

The scent could wait for a moment.

"No," Gareth said, feigning shock. "He didn't!"

"What are you talking about Gabby?"

"Red dragon?"

"Maybe."

"A Temperfield?"

"What if he was?"

"Rather well endowed?"

"He's no horse, I'll say that," Josie giggled.

"Will he be here tomorrow?"

"Gabby, you know the Matron doesn't like you pinching the patrons, especially since you don't charge for your services."

"Spoilsport."

Everyone in the foyer was startled when a door was thrown open with a slam. As a reflex, Kitty looked towards the noise, fear running through her veins as memories of her old days came flooding back and her paw shot to where she normally hung her short sword.

"We have missed our first chance because you have insisted that we wait for my sister's lap dog and you forget our funds are running out!"

A red dragon stormed out of what appeared to be a steam room with a towel wrapped around his waist and an anthro falcon running after him.

"I know you don't like the Red Wolf, but he's the best swordsman we have. We have one shot at this my lord and if we screw this up then all this risk will be for nothing."

The red dragon pushed past Kitty without saying a word and stopped in the middle of the foyer before turning around and pointing at the falcon with his other paw.

"You are costing me too much money to tell me what to do Kaller. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you!"

"My soldiers and I fought in the passes whilst you were all nice and warm at home, sir. You can't pull this off without us."

The red dragon let out an annoyed roar as he turned and pushed between Gareth and Josie to get to a door on the other side of the foyer.

"We wait one more week!" The dragon shouted as he pulled the door open, walked into the changing room and slammed it behind him.

"He'll want a carriage," Josie sighed as she looked towards the door.

She turned her attention to the naked falcon who still stood in the foyer as a paw rubbed his brow.

"Will you be needing one as well Commander?"

"Oh," the falcon said as his attention was turned towards Josie, "not yet. I need to relax a bit more before I return."

"You still have an hour to enjoy the steam room."

"Oh, I don't know," the falcon said with a nervous chuckle. "Duty..."

Kitty could always tell that look, the look of lust that filled a male's eyes. The falcon had that look in his eyes as he looked at Gareth.

"Who's your cute friend?"

By Faredae, now she was going to be sick. She needed out of there, and fast.

"I've had a long evening," Kitty said as she feigned a stretch. "I will see you tomorrow morning Gabby?"

Kitty had put him in a bit of a rough spot now. He could have easily thought of a name if he'd had the chance to think, but she'd really put him on the spot now.

"Of course Felix, we'll go over the new play tomorrow."

"We'll start at nine," Kitty said as she made her way towards the front door. "Remember what this patron is like."

"I won't forget," Gareth said as he waved after Kitty.

"Gabby. That's a nice name."

Gareth was suddenly brought back to reality by the falcon leaning closer to him.

"Oh, forgive me, sir," Gareth said as he turned back to the falcon with a bit of surprise on his face. "It seems that you have me at a disadvantage as I don't know your name."

"I am Commander Kaller of the Red Dragon Strike-Force," the falcon said as he took Gareth's paw and lifted it to his beak to give it a rather welcoming and gentle peck, "but you can call me Walter if you choose."

"You have at your disposal a house full of queens and you come to this young mare?" Gareth asked, trying to summon Gabrielle to help him out.

"My dear, in my line of work you admire beauty as you come across it, for you never know when you will see no more."

"I'm sure you say that to all the pretty girls you see."

"That may be true, but it doesn't make it any less valid. Perhaps you would like to come with me and we can see if we can make a hippogryph foal together."

He had come across a true sleazebag, but with that smooth line Gabrielle had come out of her shell to take over and he felt his tail flicking in anticipation.

"Well I don't know if you're a local sir, but have you heard that not all that glitters in Balazaar is gold?"

Walter leaned in close to Gabrielle.

"Are you saying that we still can't try?"

He could feel Josie's eyes burning holes in the back of his head, but now he HAD to do this or so many people would be disappointed in him, especially himself.

"Gabby, you know the rules," Josie hissed at him quietly.

"Will you be coming with me for some fun princess?"

"I'll be along in a moment Commander," Gabrielle said with a smile. "Let me freshen up and I'll be right along."

"Well don't be long princess," Walter said as he walked back towards the steam room, "we have a lot to discuss."

"Gabby, you know the rules," Josie hissed as she grabbed Gabrielle's arm. "The Matron will kill me if she finds out you're stealing clients again."

"I will pay you for the privilege," Gabby blurted out. "I need to do this."

"Gabby, this isn't just some..."

It was Gabrielle's turn to grab Josie's arm and pull her close to whisper in her ear.

"I'm in trouble with some very powerful people," Gabrielle said quietly, "and they promised they'd clear my debts if I got them some intel on what those two are up to."

"Gabby, I don't want to get tangled up in the chaos you fool around in."

"Don't worry, I'm just going to do what I do best."

"Suck dick?"

"Ohh, low blow."

"But you are going to owe me big when all this is over."

"Just give me a price to pay the Matron and the girls."

"Freshen up and I'll work it out."

Kitty snuck along the roofs of Balazaar's Pleasure district, glad to be out of that damn outfit Gareth had dressed her in and back in her Ranger's uniform. She had done her job and confirmed that Halvore was visiting 'The Kittens and Cream' on what seemed like a regular basis. However, the more important information was who was commanding the soldiers. She would head back to 'The Kitten' after she had reported to Commander Felicity. Hopefully Gareth would have the 'talents' to keep him entertained until she returned. If he was able to keep his mind on the job it was possible that Gareth's unorthodox methods might have merit. His depraved methods weren't her style, but she could at least admit it produced results, assuming he kept his focus.

Sneaking onto the roof of 'The Den of the She-Wolves' was not a difficult task, no one realised she was there, no one was looking for her and those within had been told not to worry about the comings and goings of the Rangers.

The smell of horny she-wolves didn't bother her as much as the smell of feline sex did, but that smell of sex still agitated her. As she climbed down from the roof via a drain pipe to the enclosed courtyard, she could hear the noises of the patrons and the working girls plying their trade. Her urge to escape those gross noises was strong, but so was her desire to serve her Commander.

"You're early."

Kitty spun around, short sword pulled free of its scabbard as she did so. She saw Razher standing there dressed only in a pair of trousers.

"Sorry Captain," Kitty said as she relaxed from her ready stance. "I didn't see you there."

"You seemed a bit sloppy. I'm guessing your head just isn't in the game tonight."

"I am able to do my job," Kitty said as she sheathed her sword.

"So what have you found?"

"Gareth's intel was correct. Halvore and the commander of the strike force were visiting 'The Kittens and Cream'. The commander is a falcon called Kaller and it seems like there's a bit of conflict between the two of them."

"Where's Gareth? He fall behind again?"

The thought of what he was probably doing made her feel a bit queasy, but she did her best to keep her head.

"He's off doing what he does best," Kitty growled, "but if he wastes his time I'll cut his tail off at his spine."

"Of course he is," Razher chuckled. "Damn bard."

"He is a complete waste of our time and resources to train. His first thought always comes from his dick. I could have ended this a week ago with two or three arrows."

"And you would have started an incident that would have gotten the kingdom into deep trouble. The only thing that saves you from another noose is that everyone thinks you're dead. What sort of drama would we end up in if everyone finds out that 'The Pleasure Stalker' didn't die the day you were supposed to be executed?"

Kitty briefly rubbed the scar the noose had left on her neck.

"The noose is preferable to having your head hacked off with an axe," Razher added, "and they'll demand your severed head this time to satisfy their fear."

"You have made your point," Kitty growled as she looked away from Razher. "Let me just report to the Commander so I can leave this place of filth."

"Better report to me if you want to get out of here, the Commander is well and truly indisposed and you're not going to want to interrupt that."

"Fifteen gold pieces?!"

"Don't get shitty at me, that's the fee; eight for the other girls, four for the Matron and three for my book work."

"Fifteen?!"

"Gabby, that's the price. Take it or leave it."

"Alright, but I don't carry that sort of coinage on me. Let me do my thing and I'll grab it from home once I'm done."

"Anyone else and I'd say no. You owe me big."

Gabrielle fixed up the thin, semi-transparent silk dress he had 'borrowed' from one of the girls who was about his size (and more importantly wasn't working that night), and ran his fingers through his mane one last time before sitting the prop crown he had been wearing before back atop his head.

"Alright, time for some productive fun."

Gabrielle sauntered into the steam room where Walter and four of the workers of 'The Kitten' were, the girls rubbing and massaging different parts of Walter's body as he fawned over them.

"It looks like the girls are keeping you sufficiently entertained as it is," Gabrielle said as he walked over and sat down next to Walter on the bench. "There might not be anything for me to help with."

"Nonsense!" Walter proclaimed. "Your sheer presence improves my night."

"I'm sure anyone's night would improve after having to deal with that friend of yours."

"Don't mind him," Walter said dismissively, "he's just under a lot of pressure. We have a job to do and not much time to do it. Normally he's quite the stud when he's not worried about work."

"You don't seem as stressed as your friend. What's your secret?" Gabrielle asked as he leaned a bit closer and stroked one of Walter's ear tufts. "Is there something you know that he doesn't?"

"His sister is interfering with his plan and sent one of her personal guards down to assist. He's a good soldier and part of his job is to keep an eye on my Master's actions. There's a lot of bad blood in that family, I'm just glad they're paying me, but that might not be for much longer."

"Someone make you a better offer?"

"Not yet, but I lead a squad of the Red Dragon Strike-Force. If Halvore doesn't pay us I'm sure that someone else will happily pay for our services."

"A Red Dragon Strike-Force? You must be rather well off."

"You've heard of us?"

"I live in Balazaar and I hear all sorts of things in my job, including the reputation and the actions of the Red Dragon army. Does make me curious as to why you're here then, the Blanket passes aren't exactly close by."

"Very true, but I can't say that I'm interested in talking business when pleasure is much more fun."

Walter ran a paw over Gabrielle's thigh as he leaned in a bit closer to preen his neck.

"The kittens and I have been trying to make gryphons all evening and I certainly would love to try making a hippogryph, if you are up to it your highness."

"You've done well Lieutenant, hopefully Gareth will give us more tomorrow morning."

"Thank you Captain. Now I would like to get moving; I need to get back to 'The Kitten' before Kaller leaves."

"I won't keep you Lieutenant, but I want you to think about something as you lurk in the shadows."

"What's that?"

"You give Gareth all sorts of shit about thinking with his dick, but you really aren't much better."

"Captain, I am not some sex crazed idiot."

"No, you're a murder crazed idiot. Gareth may think with his dick, but you think with your sword and bow. I will never question your abilities as a shadow hunter, but your ability to think strategically is rather poor and it has always been your weakness. Think about that Lieutenant."

"Must you go Walter?" Gabrielle whined as the falcon stood up and stretched. "We've only just begun."

"I would love to stay and mate with you again," Walter said as he picked up a towel and wrapped it around his waist, "but unfortunately you joined us right at the end of my evening and a Commander's work is never done. If you come back tomorrow night we can spend more time together and try for that hippogryph a few more times."

Gabrielle was pissed. He'd spent fifteen gold pieces for very little useful information AND a quick fuck that had only lasted about twenty seconds, which left him with several rather unsatisfied needs. He'd been with some stallions who would be done in thirty seconds, but they at least left him feeling full.

"I'll see what I can do about meeting you tomorrow," Gabrielle said as he did his best to feign disappointment rather than annoyance. "Promise me you'll be here?"

"For you princess, that won't be an issue."

Gabrielle watched Walter walk out of the room with a rather proud saunter as if he had satisfied everyone in that room.

"I paid fifteen gold for that," Gareth sighed as he fixed up the dress.

"And we're grateful for your money," a rather tall and muscular lioness by the name of Ariel said as she stretched out on the bench. "Now you know our disappointment."

"If this is about stealing patrons..."

"Oh we're annoyed at you for that, but it's not our biggest gripe at the moment. Those two come in every evening for these meetings where they discuss all sorts of boring stuff. In addition to that, the dragon has no interest in us and that falcon acts like he's Faredae's gift to sex."

"What's so important that they ignore you girls?" Gareth asked as a massive and rather buff tigress he didn't recognise started to clean up the dirty plates, cups and trays.

"It's pretty serious business," the tigress replied as she piled up the dirty dishes by the door, "the red dragon is stressed about something and it doesn't help that 'Faredae's Gift' keeps insisting on waiting for someone known as the Red Wolf."

"What's the deadline?"

"I think it's a week before the Slave Ball as whatever they're planning happens the same night as the ball."

"I hope my creditors appreciate my work," Gareth sighed. "I now have to go out and find someone to finish what that falcon barely started."

"Oh come on Gabby," Ariel purred. "You know we have more than enough here to satisfy what you need, plus you are our patron tonight. I'll even give you back a gold piece if you help me out."

Ariel spread her legs to present her pussy towards him, showing off what she was offering by spreading her lips with two fingers.

"And I'll happily do the same in return."

That did sound like a tempting offer.

"Oooh, I want some of that!" A cheetah named Jane said as she up like a bolt from where she lay on a towel on the floor. "I NEED to feel something."

"An orgy sounds like fun," the jaguar sitting on the floor next to Jane said with a smile. "Makes you a bit of a whore though Gabby, are you okay with that?"

"Aren't we all?" Gareth chuckled.

"Do you want some of this Joanne?" Ariel asked the tigress as she picked up the dirty plates.

"I've been fucking all day," the tigress said as she walked out the door. "Why would I pay for one more male to stick his dick in me?"

Joanne walked out of the steam room, leaving Gareth with the other three queens.

"Geez, someone's cranky," Gareth said as Ariel wiggled her hips at him.

"Joanne is like that," Ariel said as the jaguar named Darcy stood behind Gareth and pushed the back of his head so his muzzle moved towards the cum soaked pussy of her co-worker. "She's new here and it seems like she doesn't enjoy the work."

"I suppose not all of us can enjoy being a whore," Gareth said with a smile as his muzzle was pushed between the lioness' legs.

Some would believe that Gareth preferred the company of males exclusively, especially as Gabrielle was his alter-ego, but this wasn't the case. Gareth and Gabrielle enjoyed being the one dominated by a sexual superior. As long as his partners were lording themselves over him, he would enjoy it. The taste of lioness pussy mixed with the hint of anthro falcon seed wasn't what was encouraging his cock to slide from his sheath and rub against the silken dress he had borrowed. It was Darcy forcing his muzzle deep into Ariel's pussy and that was making him aroused.

"Oooh, this is a nice change," Ariel moaned as she gave Gareth's ear a rub. "I can't remember the last time I had a thick horse tongue to clean me up."

"And it looks like you're not the only one enjoying it," Jane said as she noticed the throbbing erection Gareth was sporting. "Tabatha is going to be pissed you borrowed her dress."

"Well make sure Gabby doesn't make it worse," Ariel said as she pointed towards Gareth's cock. "She was left unsatisfied as well remember."

"Oh yeah," Darcy purred before letting go of Gareth's head and leaving the room.

Gareth was confused as he felt the jaguar's paw disappear from his head, but this confusion evaporated as he felt Ariel's strong paw replace Darcy's, claws gently pricking his skin through his fur.

"Don't stop licking little filly if you don't want a muzzle full of piss."

This wasn't just some idle threat as Ariel had done it to him once before and the acrid taste stayed with him for a week. However it wasn't her threat that made him compliant with her request, the claws of an ancestral predator tickling his skin just made his independence melt into submission.

"Good mare," Ariel said with a purr, "give me the pleasure that pathetic falcon couldn't."

There was no way he could ignore such an order and his tongue pushed deeper between her vaginal lips, eager not just to clean up the falcon's cum, but to also lick the parts of Ariel's body he knew she enjoyed being teased.

With Ariel's dominance over him, he had forgotten that it wasn't just the two of them there until he felt a firm paw smack his rump through the dress. He let out a whinny of surprise as he felt the claws of the cheetah digging into his rump.

"On your knees Gabby," he heard Jane order as her paw gripped his rump and began to push him to kneel on the bench. "You're not the only hungry one you know."

Gareth quickly shift himself until he was on his knees, expecting the cheetah to crawl under him so she could start to lick at his leaking tip, but it was a sudden surprise to feel a barbed tongue start to lick at his tailhole.

"You drank his seed three times tonight," Ariel said to Jane as Gareth felt her eager tongue start to probe at his cum-slicked pucker, "so why do you want more?"

"This tastes more like Gabby," Jane replied before returning her tongue to his tailhole.

The claws digging into his skin, the rough tongue of the cheetah licking his tailhole and the scent of a well-fucked lioness cunt filling his mouth and nose left Gareth in paradise. His tongue licked hungrily at the lioness' sexual opening in a desperate need to clean as much as he could from her body while his tail hooked to the side to let Jane have better access to his pucker.

"Hey!"

He had trouble recognising that someone else was talking and didn't realise something was going on until the licking of his tailhole ceased.

"Gabby said she wanted to be filled and I think she wanted something a bit larger than your tongue."

"No fair! I'm still hungry."

"Well then hurry up and stop Gabby from ruining Tabatha's dress, she's leaking all over it."

In truth he was enjoying the sensation of silk rubbing against the flare of his cock and would have started rubbing himself through the fabric if he didn't have to keep himself balanced. The sensation of warm breath on his cock was welcome though, especially when it was followed by the rasp of a tongue across the opening at the tip.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet Gabby."

The attention that was being shown to his hindquarters was making him feel embarrassed, it was rare for someone to rim him or suck his cock, but he was getting both tonight.

"Little Gabby is embarrassed," Ariel said with a chuckle, "her tongue has lost her its enthusiasm."

"Well let's encourage her then."

Gareth felt the press of a firm toy at his tailhole and he opened his eyes with a start.

"Looks like I made a good choice to get Rajh to help me fill you up."

Gareth managed to pull his head free from between the lioness' thighs to see Darcy kneeling behind him on the bench, moving her hips in a pattern that matched with the feeling of something pressing against his tailhole.

"Just don't be gentle," Ariel said as she took Gareth's head and pushed his muzzle back into her messy snatch, "Gabby likes it a bit rough, don't you dear?"

He couldn't exactly respond while the jaguar leaned forward and pushed his muzzle right into the lioness' sex so that he was pretty much tongue-kissing her pussy.

"Don't worry, she'll be whinnying like the needy mare she is by the time I'm finished."

The sensation of the well lubed feline shaped dildo pressing through his tailhole reminded him of last night when his mysterious tiger lover had fucked him several times and had the barbs not been replaced with small bumps, he was sure he wouldn't have been able to remember where he actually was or who was about to fuck him.

"You're a lot looser than some of my regular clients," Darcy chuckled as she eased the dildo through his stretching sphincter.

"Mares usually are sweety," Ariel purred as she rubbed Gareth's ears. "They're used to riding stallions after-all."

He wasn't going to disagree with that.

"Also means I don't have to be as gentle."

The last ten centimetres of the wooden cock slid in with a firm thrust and rubbed the knobbly head against his prostate in the process. That sudden spark of stimulus made his body clench in surprise, his cock flexing as his tailhole clenched, and smeared some pre-cum over Jane's face.

"Careful Gabby," the cheetah giggled, "you're making me all sticky."

"I don't think he can hear you," Ariel said as she pinched Gareth's ear. "Poor mare is so lost she's forgotten that she's supposed to be licking."

The gentle pain as his ear was twisted brought Gareth back to reality. He looked up at the lioness as she looked back with disapproval.

"Don't think that I won't," Ariel warned. "I've been holding it in for quite a while."

The thought of having his mouth pissed in wasn't one that thrilled him, so he got back to licking the lioness' sex with haste, difficult as it was to keep on task with a jaguar fucking his tailhole and a cheetah licking and sucking at the head of his cock. Every now and then he had to stop and let out a moan as his mind was overwhelmed by the stimulus.

"This is amazing," Gareth said as he pulled his mouth back from between Ariel's legs for a moment, "I think I'm about to cum."

Ariel grabbed his forelock and pulled his muzzle back into place.

"Then get back to work; I want to cum before you do," Ariel growled angrily.

He tried his best, but with his body needing more and more air and as he panted, Gareth was forced to pull back and gasp for breath and let out a loud moan before his muzzle was forced back between Ariel's legs.

"Oooh, how I wish I could enjoy a foursome like this every night," Darcy purred as she grabbed Gareth's rump with her paws, the tips of her claws denting Gareth's skin and allowing a hint of fear to spill out from that deep part of his brain where his feral ancestry hid.

He licked harder and faster, doing his best to focus on the movement of his tongue against the lioness' clit, but try as he might, there was nothing he could do to delay his own orgasm. He tried to keep going in the hope that she was close, but the sudden surge that ran through his body and forced him to push his cock into the cheetah's mouth as his back flexed and pull away from Ariel's body, lifting his head up so he could let out a lusty whinny as each throb of his cock filled the cheetah's mouth with a shot of his seed. As if unsatisfied of her own need, the jaguar kept thrusting into him each time his body squeezed and the knobbly head would rub against his prostate again, stimulating and milking more from it with each pulse. The cheetah sucked on the head of his cock like she was parched and his cock was the first source of water she had found in days. The way her tongue danced over the opening was maddening and was driving him insane.

It took a whole minute for Gareth to come down from one of the most intense orgasms he'd had in a while, but as he looked up at Ariel she looked back with the most disapproving look on her face.

"Just because you've finished, that doesn't mean I have," she growled at him.

That ancestral fear that sat so deep in his mind brought back his motivation and he began licking her damp lips as quickly as she could.

"Oh that was so filling," Jane said as she let Gareth's softening cock slip from her mouth, "especially after sucking on Commander 'No-Load' all night."

Darcy leaned over Gareth's back as she cuddled him around the waist and laid her cheek between his shoulders.

"I can see how you keep stealing our clients," she purred as she rubbed her cheek against his fur. "Pity the Matron won't let you work here; I could get used to working out my own needs of the night with you after my shift."

"Her oral game needs work," the lioness said disapprovingly.

"Give her some credit," Darcy said as she sat up and slowly pulled the dildo from beneath Gareth's tail, "two out of three's not bad for a paying customer."

"True," Ariel purred as she rubbed the back of Gareth's head, "but I'm not done yet."

"Well I'm done and need a wash," Jane said with a stretch.

"I think I'll join you," Darcy said as she got off the bench. "I still need to let off some of my own steam."

"You two run along then," Ariel said as she put her paw atop Gareth's head to hold him in place. "We'll finish up here."

As the door to the steam room shut, Ariel let go of Gareth's head and allowed him to sit back a bit.

"Everything alright?" Gareth asked, a bit unsure as to why he wasn't being smothered in her crotch.

"Oh, I won't say that you haven't done your usual good job Gabby, it's just that I want a bit less Gabrielle and a bit more Gareth, if you get what I'm saying."

Gareth sat up straight as Ariel stood up and walked in front of him.

"I'll be honest, I get the feeling that my husband wants a child and has been swapping out my herbs, the naughty bastard he is. I don't mind the idea of becoming pregnant, but I suppose you could say that I don't want that arrogant falcon being the father. Would you mind having a go and polluting his chances?"

Gareth felt his cock throb at the thought of that dirty suggestion; showing up the falcon and knocking up one of his friends.

"Here I was thinking you were going to punish me for not satisfying you," Gareth said with a cheeky smile.

"Don't think I won't," Ariel said as she put her leg up onto the bench next to Gareth, "but I didn't want to get the taste of my piss from your mouth. You've been naughty Gabby and you should be punished."

"Remember this is Tabatha's dress," Gareth cautioned, "we don't want to ruin it."

"Do you honestly think you're just going to put that back after the mess you have already made on it?"

Before Gareth could answer, Ariel let out a sigh as she spread her pussy lips and began to relieve herself on Gareth's chest. Gareth couldn't really do much except sit there and watch the rather gold stream splash against his chest, soaking the dress in the process.

"You have been holding it in," Gareth said with a bit of surprise.

"That falcon has some rather interesting kinks," Ariel replied. "I get the feeling that his interest in breeding gryphons and hippogryphs isn't just some playful line he uses to suggest what he wants."

The last few dribbles of urine flowed out from her body as Ariel stepped off the bench.

"You can probably smell what I can," Gareth noted.

"I'm sure everyone can," she purred as she walked over to get a bucket of water and a cloth, "but we'd better hurry, he's got a head start on you."

Ariel helped Gareth get out of the urine soaked dress by pulling it over his head, smearing him with some more of the odorous liquid.

"Perhaps we should have done this before Jane drank it all," Gareth chuckled.

"Commander 'No-Load' deserves a fighting chance," Ariel purred as she took the wet cloth and began to wipe Gareth's cock. "Even if you are about to drown his chances."

"Oh, I shall flood you, even if it takes half the night."

"Just like a good stud should."

Though it hadn't been that long since his last orgasm, the thrill and suggestion of another tasty climax had his stallionhood slowly throbbing its way to erect with each beat of his heart.

"Once we start I don't want you to stop until you can give no more," Ariel warned as she took the tip of Gareth's cock in her paw and directed it towards her pussy lips.

"Then what will I give you tomorrow?"

"Whatever you can manage," Ariel purred as she sat herself on Gareth's cock.

It took her a moment to slide herself all the way down Gareth's 35 cm length, but her experience in her profession meant that her body was more than able to take his whole length with only some minor discomfort.

"This makes quite the change to what I normally have to work with," Ariel purred as she nuzzled Gareth's neck, "nice to get what I want for once."

"You're going to be disappointed if we just spend all night sitting here," Gareth pointed out.

"Hush colt," she growled in his ear. "Your job is to pleasure me or I shall show my displeasure with my teeth this time."

"Then if I'm fucking like my life depends on it, then I'd prefer to do it my way."

With all the strength he could muster (as physical strength wasn't his forte), Gareth picked Ariel up and, without letting his cock slip from her body, turned around so he could sit her down on the bench.

"You had better impress me," she growled at him, baring her teeth at him to show her disapproval.

"You forget my reputation," Gareth said with a smirk.

He was quick with his movement, deliberate with each thrust into her body with a firm grip on her hips as he thrust as best he could, pulling back to his medial ring before thrusting in with all that he had. Each thrust slapped their bodies together with an audible smack, his balls knocking against her tail as it swayed back and forth. The tight grip of her body and his own arousal ensured that it wasn't that long before Gareth could feel what was happening. What caught him off guard was the sudden clasp of the lioness' teeth on his shoulder. It wasn't enough to break the skin, but the shock made his body jump just as it reached orgasm. Gareth let out a surprised whinny as his cock shot his seed deep inside the lioness, each throb of his flare making her squeeze her bite that little bit harder as it pressed out against her insides. All he could manage this time was four or five good squirts of seed and his body relaxed as the last of it oozed out from the tip.

"Is that all you have?" Ariel grumbled after releasing her bite. "I was expecting more."

"I haven't finished yet," Gareth said as he panted, "but if you're going to bite me each time I fill you up, then I'm turning you around."

Gareth sat on the bench in the steam room as he did his best to catch his breath, the escaping heat no longer replaced by the furnace and leaving the room slightly cooler than when he had first come in. After such an intense night of sex last night, another night had worn him out and he wondered if he'd have the energy to get up in the morning to make it to the Rangers compound.

"Thanks Gabby," Ariel said as she sat next to him, the cum from five of his orgasms seeping out from between her thighs. "I needed that."

"I'm glad to be of service," Gareth sighed as he rest his head back against the back of the bench, "but I think I'm worn out tonight."

"That's okay," Ariel purred as she ran a paw over over Gareth's chest. "I think you've done quite the job. If I have a gryphon it's not from a lack of trying."

"Well I hope you name it after me," Gareth sighed.

"Maybe I will." Ariel said as she stood up and gave a stretch. "I hate to fuck you and leave you, but I have to get home and let my husband clean up your mess."

"Well you'd best be going," Gareth said as he pointed between Ariel's feet with the toe of his hoof, "before my gift leaks out all over the floor."

"You be good Gabby," Ariel chuckled as she walked out of the cooling steam room, leaking a trail of mixed fluids behind her.

Gareth let out a sigh as he closed his eyes and let the last of the warmth in the room flow around him.

"Well hello little filly."

Gareth sat up and opened his eyes to see his tiger companion from last night standing in the doorway. He was naked with the exception of a towel that he had draped over his shoulder.

"I didn't know you worked here," the tiger said as he walked in and sat down on a bench opposite him. "My brother's informant never mentioned that a sexy little filly worked here, never mind a princess."

"Oh," Gareth said, looking at the costume crown he had been wearing earlier sitting on the shelf behind the bench, "no, it's just a prop."

"A pity, I was hoping I could get the princess treatment as well."

"Unfortunately I'm exhausted," Gareth sighed as he looked over at the tiger. "I don't think I can do anything for you this evening."

"That's okay," the tiger purred. "I just wanted to catch up with you and see what you've found out."

"If you're going to use me as an informant, then you'd better pay me for my services."

"Perhaps you'd be interested in some gold to help mend that hole in your pocket. 15 gold is quite the price to pay for what apparently amounted to no information."

"I have some people who will help with the hole in my pocket," Gareth replied as he rested his head back against the back of the bench.

"They must be quite kind people to pay you 15 gold for you to enjoy yourself in the company of Commander Kaller for what had to be all of fifteen minutes."

"Please do not remind me of my disappointment," Gareth sighed. "Hopefully I'll be able to pay less tomorrow night."

"You seem rather dedicated to finding out what they're doing here in Balazaar."

"I find it important to know which way the wind is blowing before it turns foul."

"Especially considering your current boss is the Casper Princess?"

"An interesting idea," Gareth sighed as he relaxed a bit, "but no, I am just an actor and bard."

Gareth hoped his bluff worked.

"Considering I have been watching you since you left 'The Den of the She-Wolves', I have very good reason to believe you do."

"And what were you doing there?"

"I had business of my own to take care of. I decided to follow you and your she-wolf companion as I thought you would prove to be a more fruitful lead than my current task."

"And what makes you think the Princess of the Casper royal family would spend her time in a she-wolf brothel?"

"Hmm, perhaps the two of you aren't connected after-all. Which means you work for a third party."

"Doesn't answer my question about the princess."

"Well I am not the sort to gossip," the tiger said with a chuckle, "but I picked her to be your commanding officer."

"Quite the story you have there."

"Well why else would she have punched you yesterday morning when you turned up in a dress, after she has told you multiple times not to do that?"

"So you disappeared to go spy on the court scholars?"

"I have studied many scholar compounds and none that I have seen also houses a barracks and holding cells."

"If I had to guess, you're just fishing for information."

"Oh yes, very important information, like who the princess' new slave is."

"From the gossip I heard, he's just some wolf she picked up," Gareth said to try and dismiss the tiger's line of questioning.

"One who we first noticed barely a day after the Red Wolf goes missing. Normally I am not the sort to rely on mere inferences, but you have to admit that it's awfully convenient."

"Is it awfully convenient that you turn up after I have finished gathering what information I could from Walter when you said you had an informant here as well?"

"Huh, my informant didn't bother to tell me his name was Walter."

"I've always found that knowing someone's name is a rather useful tool for talking to them."

"So which do you prefer little filly; Gabby, Gabrielle or Gareth?"

"At the moment you can call me Gareth, which still leaves me at a disadvantage as I don't even know one of yours."

The tiger gave a chuckle as he looked down at his feet.

"I suppose it is only fair," the tiger said as he wriggled his toes. "You may call me Mohana."

"And what reason is there for me to believe that you're telling me the truth?"

"There are many times where trust is the most important commodity."

"Very true, but you have not exactly given me any reason to trust you at this time."

"Then I must commend you on your discipline, that or my sexual prowess is slipping."

"You wouldn't be the first smooth talker who expected to woo me with their ability to fuck. Not to brag, but this a field in which I am a true master."

"So it would seem and I bow to your expertise."

"You must think me a floozy to be wooed by just one night, even if it was a rather impressive one."

"Oh, it wasn't just one person in our dance last night and you were quite the impressive partner as well."

"You flatter me, but that still won't woo me. I will tell you that someone is rather interested in questioning you about your motives and reasons for being here."

"That is not something I'd consider strange. Several people would love to get their paws on me and ask a whole variety of questions using an assortment of different methods to get me to answer, some of which I am sure they're doing just for their own enjoyment."

"Well I can assure you that this person isn't likely to pull out your claws or break your fingers."

"Isn't likely?"

"She has her bad sides, but she usually isn't so desperate that she'd lower herself to such violent methods of encouragement without a good reason."

"And who is this person, or more importantly; why should I talk to them?"

"They are my creditor," Gareth said with a smile, "and they may have the information you are after."