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If there was one golden rule to follow when it came to adventuring, it was surely this: never break away from the group.

It only took a small gap for Serinthia to get separated from her friends as they marched their way through what they thought was a small, underground catacomb. They were unaware of just how much they'd underestimated the size of it, but more than that, they weren't taking it nearly as seriously as they should have.

"G...guys? You're still out there somewhere, right?" she asked, but she was fearful to raise her voice too much. When she joined up with the troop in town, she was expecting little more than a quick romp through a small nest of kobolds: it seemed like the perfect first quest for a younger adventurer, along with the perfect opportunity for her to figure out what direction she wanted to take her talents.

Right then, her greatest talent was clutching to a torch with one paw and hiding the quiver of her other as she brandished a short sword toward the shadows. She didn't want to show any wavering in her confidence, but even in the way she moved down the narrow path in the basement of the catacombs, a more experience set of eyes would see her uncertainty.

The kobolds themselves might not recognize her nerves by her movement alone, but the information she'd been given in town predicted that they might come across five or six, at most.

Just to get inside the catacombs, they'd fought, slashed and beaten their way through over a dozen, and the deeper Serinthia marched inside, the more she worried that she'd have to take on that many on her own to have a chance to escape.

"Come on...s-steel your resolve," she whispered to herself, as she clenched the handle of the sword with renewed vigor. "It's just a kobold nest...and it's probably already empty! There is nothing for me to be worried about here!"

It was impossible for the silver vixen to know if there was any real danger ahead: she was yet to gain any abilities that would alert her to an enemy, and she was more focused on finding her comrades than she was with fending off enemies.

As her sword was knocked away from her paw, she came to regret her choice of focal points.

" Get back!" she yelled, grabbing the base of her torch with both paws and waving the fiery end of it around. Her ears pricked forward to the sound of hissing in the distance, but in the small corridor, she couldn't probably tell how much room there was around her.

The kobolds that had called the catacombs their home for so long were much more familiar with the space they were fighting in, and they were blessed with an innate ability to see in the dark: Serinthia caught only the briefest flash of white scales reaching out for her as the torch was knocked from her grasp.

Flames still radiated from the tip, casting a darkened shadow of smoldering orange over the scene as it unfolded. She could see just enough of a fist to duck it, but a second kobold joined the first and tripped her down to the ground, sliding his leg in behind her own.

She wasn't severely harmed, and seeing the shimmering claws and tough, calloused fists of her opponents, she counted her lucky stars for that...but she could already tell that she'd be running out of luck any second if she didn't come up with something.

A downward strike was illuminated just enough for her to block it with both paws, but she was left defenseless against anything further. "W-wait, please!" she immediately pleaded, before remembering all of the information she'd been given about kobolds at the outset.

The last thing she expected was for them to understand her, but more than that, she was shocked when they listened to her. In the pleasant, soothing glow of the fallen torch, a pair of white-scaled kobolds stepped back from the young vixen and gazed down at her, standing side by side in matching fighting poses.

"...You...you guys are monks?" she asked, having only ever seen such poses from the few monks that she'd encountered in the nearby town. "You're not just savages...?"

Giving each other a look and exchanging a pair of eye rolls, the kobolds then turned back to Serinthia and shook their heads. "Lemme guess...another low-level adventurer that got sent here by that scumbag back in Terental?"

"Well, I wouldn't quite go with low level, bu-

"You can call it whatever you want," the second kobold interrupted. "The fact of the matter is that you were probably sent here as part of another adventuring party, trying to clean out some legendary treasure right from under our noses."

Her ears flattened. "When you say it that way..."

"You sound like a bunch of marauders, which is _exactly_what you would be, if there were anything here to steal. I'm afraid you're just being taken advantage of by a coward that's too weak to clean all of our kind out of here on his own."

"He made it sound like this would be easy," she confessed. "He made it sound like we'd return to the city as the new heroes of Terental, decorated with treasures beyond our wildest dreams!"

"Not to burst your bubble too much more, but I'm guessing by now that you realize you've been lied to...hopefully your friends found one of the many escape routes out of the catacombs. Some of the other kobolds living here aren't as educated as we are...or as civilized."

Fearing immediately for the wellbeing of the adventuring troop she'd been thrust into, Serinitha tried to scramble up to her feet, but before she could get her toes under her, she found an open palm in her face, keeping her pinned to the ground.

"What was that you were just saying about being civilized?" she asked, scowling at the claws in her face.

"Civilized doesn't mean that you're being let go so easily. There's no telling how many more of your friends we're gonna have to deal with..."

"They went to the left," she explained, immediately selling them out. "I ended up on the path going through to the right side, and no one has seen me in the last twenty minutes, if I had to guess."

The kobold standing above her gulped quietly. "...Maybe we don't have to worry about your friends, then," he suggested, though he offered nothing further on the topic. "Still leaves us with the trouble of what to do with you , though."

Like most of the kobolds she'd ever seen on 'wanted' posters around Terentel, these two stood clad in only the scales that wrapped around their bodies, but they had no shame or concern about their nudity, or the way that Serinthia's eyes couldn't help darting back between their legs as they stood over her.

They hadn't even considered the possibility that was already running through her mind, but if she was to make it out alive, she was going to have to offer the pair a sincere bargain.

"I don't have much to offer," she admitted, but already, her paw was coming to rest on the front of her dark, leather tunic. She didn't have much to wear in the ways of armor, but a thinner leather skirt of black reached down to her knees, with very light leggings of the thinnest leather beneath that. "I'm afraid I've only a few pieces of silver and copper to give you, if that would be enough for you to let me go...but if it's not..."

She trailed off as her fingertips wove into the loose, tattered strings at the top of her leather tunic, parting the gap at the top of her chest and revealing more of her cleavage to the kobolds that she'd ever imagined them seeing when she first arrived; her ability to adapt on the fly was proving crucial to her survival.

"Then you've got a sword for us to take, as well," the first kobold murmured, seemingly unfazed by her attempts to seduce him. "Though I can't imagine that's worth too much, either...looked to be a rather basic piece of steel. Is that really all you brought with you?"

One healing potion, the smallest currencies and a ration were supposed to get Serinthia into, and back out of the cave; the kobolds would have teased her about the lack of preparation, if she wasn't so quick to up the ante.

Her paws were left free to move, and fingertips tickled down the front of her tunic, highlighting the shape of her breasts to the pair before she reached the hem of the tunic and began to lift it.

Each of her wrists was taken by a kobold, allowing her to go no further.

"If you'd just let me show you what else I brought, I _promise_you'll be glad that you did."

"What do you think, Rotic? Feel like she's got a trap under there?"

"No, this...this is different, Deca. I think we've seen this kind of thing before."

Taking away her seduction and replacing it with force, the kobolds yanked her tunic up and revealed a primitive brassier, scarcely able to contain her bosom.

"Trading your flesh for your life?" Rotic asked, as he took in the sight of the gap in her chest without an ounce of shame. "I'm surprised I didn't realize that before...kobolds like us are forced to do that kind of thing all the time. I didn't think we'd ever be on the other end of it."

"I wasn't going to be so blunt about it," Serinthia groaned. "Maybe I'm a bit of a romantic, but I thought I could persuade the two of you to consider accepting my body, instead of taking my possessions or my life..."

The pair looked at each other, before turning back to her chest and pressing their claws against the tiny sliver of fabric that joined the cups together. They easily came apart at a quick slice, and as her breasts were freed, she couldn't help gritting her fangs together in an outward display of the nerves she'd been hiding.

To be groped so immediately afterward forced a gasp from her, but the kobolds weren't giving her the same look of bloodlust that their eyes held before.

"Relax," Deca immediately charged her. "If we were really interested in killing you, you would have been dead long before we let you this far into our personal cave."

His explanation did little to settle her nerves, but as she looked past the smaller creature and to the gap in his legs, she saw greater evidence of his words: the freely hanging cock between his thighs was getting stiffer each time that his paw squeezed upon the tender flesh of her nipple, and on the other side, Rotic was already going in for a taste of her bodice, wasting no time in discovering if the trade was worth the while.

" H-hey! Shouldn't we set some ground rules or something?!" her panicked voice filled the small passage, but her ears barely picked up the presence of an echo: there was no rescue party coming for her, and no other way forward than to honor her end of the trade. "I never said exactly what I was trading with you two!"

"You're exchanging pleasure for life," Rotic answered. "Like we said, kobolds are fairly experienced in this kind of transaction...and it never comes with ground rules."

His lips were so eager against the firming skin upon her nipple that she couldn't hide the pleasure in her voice when he finally suckled at the offered mound. She didn't want to encourage their aggressive behavior, but with the ball completely in their court, they weren't going to give her any breaks: they were putting her through a series of rigorous tests, even if she didn't realize it yet.

As much as she was left wondering about her self-worth after the failed mission, the kobolds had another way entirely of determining her value...but she was performing admirably, to start.

"Maybe I w-was hoping we could s...set some anyway?" she tried to ask calmly, but the sudden and overwhelming attention that had settled on her chest was too much for her to handle. Her knees turned inward as her thighs quivered, and the attention of a pair of skillful kobolds began removing her concerns about guidelines, little by little. "Unless that's gonna be a problem..."

"I'm afraid there can't be any extra guidelines just yet," Deca explained. His palms worked over her breast until her nipple was poking the center of his palm with stiff, eager flesh, and finally, he swirled his tongue around the spot, drinking in the freshly washed bodice of a mammalian villager. "We need to see if you're even worth keeping, and that means a full body inspection...the same as monks like us would have to go through."

She didn't want to admit that moisture was already gathering at the mound of her womanhood, but Serinthia's ability to adapt carried beyond just changing her mind about a situation to survive it: if she was going to be put on display for the kobolds to grope and suckle at will, she was going to enjoy herself...and it didn't hurt that their fingertips and lips were more talented than the few other adventurers that she'd ever shared herself with.

Her moans were genuine when they escaped her lips, echoing a sentiment of pure pleasure, until impatience seeped into her tone.

"Does that just mean s-sucking my tits until my nipples s..._ohgods..._s-start to chap?"

They could have taken a hint either way, but the pair of kobolds weren't lucky enough to share a pair of full, supple breasts as often as they would like. As it stood, this was the most sexual interaction either one of them had experienced in what seemed like ages, and even without discussing the proper terms of the trade, they were both eager to see how far they could take things with their captured vixen.

Their spare paws moved down the front of her barren torso, stroking claws through her softer fur and ruffling it with little more than a touch. As they reached the edge of her skirt, they each took a grasp of that, but made sure to catch their thumbs on the leggings that rested below: pulling the rest of her clothes away proved a quick, simply task.

For the first time since she entered the catacombs, Serinthia was truly defenseless, without a scrap of armor or a single weapon to defend herself. Her slim, sliver-coated bodice was just visible in the dying light of the torch beside her, but the kobolds would have no trouble appreciating her naked glory when the flame completely died out.

In any light, they would be able to bend her to their whims, easily outmatching her skills, even though she had a clear advantage over their smaller size.

"She's already rather wet," Deca pointed out. His palm went flat over the curve of her mound and pressed down against her soaking petals, more than a little surprised to feel such a plentiful flow of liquid arousal from the spot. "Did you want to give her a whirl down here, or do you mind if I do the honors?"

Serinthia groaned, but she couldn't deny the skills of the kobold when his digits slipped past her long, thin folds and stroked the very entrance of her womanhood with such a delicate touch, she could only imagine that he'd practiced his technique on more fortunate women before.

She wanted to glare at the kobold as he began pumping his fingers into her from the weight of his wrist, but she could scarcely keep her eyes open as they winced with delight.

"Do the honors," Rotic offered. "After giving her that kind of lip service, I think that I'm due a little bit of my own..."

She felt the warmth of his cock pressing against the edge of her lips before she had a chance to protest.

"You two really are insatiable, aren't you?" she asked. She was shocked to feel Rotic's patience when he didn't immediately shove past her open lips, but the moment she finished speaking, she got exactly what she was expecting a moment earlier, as his length pushed right in and moved across the flat of her tongue.

They were forceful with her, treating her body as if it really was something received in a trade...but they were skilled and tender enough that she couldn't ignore the cries of her body as they continued to work on her. There was an odd, minty sweetness upon Rotic's flesh, and she quickly became accustomed to it as she began bobbing her head on the offered length, but she couldn't help pausing in place when she felt Deca gliding the tip of his own cock against her pouting, tender slit.

She moaned around her mouthful, but she felt a palm against the back of her head, keeping her from pulling back for air or crying out with near orgasmic bliss. Her clit was being pushed upon just right as the underside of his shaft teased her flesh, and the slow, easy roll of his hips on the spot made it clear that he wasn't missing her opening on accident.

He was collecting her moisture in as teasing of a fashion as he could manage, working the eager nub of her clit directly until she was forced to reach up and grasp Rotic's backside, pulling his cock all the way into the back of her throat.

"I t-think she likes that, Deca," he stammered, nearly collapsing into her face. "Whatever you're doing, you're gonna m-make the little bitch cum!"

She didn't care about the way she was referred to: she cared only that he was right, and somehow, the kobold was skilled enough to stall her pleasure on the spot as he finally dipped inside of her, pushing the first few inches of his member into her welcoming passage with a slow grind.

For his part, Deca was happy to feel her uneven, quivering walls trying to clench around his flesh and milk the seed right out of it...but he was just getting started. "More than once, I'm sure," he bragged, but she'd been given no reason to doubt his claims. Her passage was already grabbing at him, forcing him to ease further and further into her body until she was completely stuffed with his rod.

His smaller body came to rest against the middle of her torso, but the grind of his claws against the stone floor wasn't lost on her sensitive ears: he was just bracing himself for a real thrust, and she was dying to feel it, now that she knew how well the kobolds treated their captures.

"Speaking of more than one...you think she'd enjoy if she took both of us at once?"

"She already is."

Serinthia was just starting to get used to the warm, potent flavor of Rotic's member, before he pulled the messy length out of her muzzle and stood over her. She immediately panted at the air and cried out with the unbridled pleasure that Deca was thrusting into her, but where she was clearly being dominated before, she was shocked to have her mouth freed; the surprises continued as Rotic stepped behind her and gave her shoulders a nudge.

"Not what I meant," Rotic explained. "Listen, foxy...why don't you settle into his lap and lift your tail? There's still one area that we need to inspect."

Pinning a smaller creature was an easy way to establish your dominance over them, but Serinthia wasn't able to accomplish that feat until one kobold gave the instruction, and the other allowed it: even straddling over Deca and riding his cock, she didn't feel like she had an ounce of sway in the situation.

She couldn't decide if she loved her body's willingness to give itself over to the offered delights, or if she was still frustrated that she'd been so easily taken.

"You'll need to lift your tail a little higher than that."

The vixen was flustered, with only the cover of her fur to hide just how furiously she was blushing at the suggestion. She thought Rotic was only interested in groping and squeezing her ass, but when she felt his claws stroking delicately along her tender flesh, she couldn't ignore the way he was spreading her bare cheeks apart and revealing the warm pucker of her tailhole in the process.

She'd given his member plenty of natural lubricant, and she was a larger species...but that didn't abate her nerves as she felt the smaller creature climbing up her backside and guiding the tip of his cock to the warm, quivering entrance.

"S...shit, Rotic...she's already starting to clench up on me!" Deca warned him. Every teasing poke of Rotic's length against Serinthia's untested backside forced her to seize up on him again, putting the former kobold in Rotic's debt...but it was her ability to squeeze on his cock that allowed her to relax enough to grant Rotic passage in the first place. "You'd better get in there if you want to have your fun before she's wiped out!"

Holding her tail for dominance and balance, Rotic plunged his length forward and gave Serinthia far more than she was expecting from a single thrust. Writhing between their bodies, she did her best to stay relaxed, until she adjusted to the presence of both kobolds within her.

They didn't give her any longer than that to prepare for the rapid bucking of their hips: their bodies were slim, trained fighting machines, and their endurance was already proving impressive to her.

Now that they were adding speed into the mix, the poor vixen could barely moan fast enough to give homage to every thrust that was forced into her body.

"You...y-you guys...y-you're so much bigger than you looked," she whispered, trying her best to whimper out her praises for them in the middle of a rapid, hammering session. "Don't let it go to y-your heads, but you..._nnnfuck..._you're gonna make me cum if you...k-keep that up!"

Happy to be dominated and taken for as long as she was, Serinthia went a step beyond her passive role in the act and decided to show the kobolds that she could give as well as she got. Bucking herself down on Deca and meeting with his thrusts, the vixen took every inch of his impressive length and wiggled her hips from side to side, gracing his lap with a plentiful helping of liquid desire, all while holding still for Rotic's more sinister advances.

He was just the right size that he could be a little rough with her tailhole without hurting her; she knew she'd be sore in the morning, but right then, she could only think of how deliciously full her body was.

"Already, hm? Guess there's no point in waiting any longer, then..."

The monks were trained to have incredible control over their physical forms, and Deca had already lasted longer than the best lovers Serinthia encountered in the various towns across the countryside. That he had so much more energy to give was impressive by itself, but for his smaller size, she could actually feel the volume of his seed as it finally erupted inside of her.

"Oh, o-oh fuck! She really liked that, Deca!" Rotic tried to outlast his companion, but his voice faded into a desperate moan as Serinthia's inner muscles clenched on both ends, milking the climax right out of the second kobold and forcing his yield to flood her anal passage. She was already panting desperately with the efforts of her rolling hips, but an orgasmic, vulpine whimper stole her voice away as she went still, letting the kobolds thrust the last of their sexual frustrations into her welcoming body.

Twin trails of cum seeped back out of her parted folds and her stretched, abused tailhole as they continued pummeling her form for everything it could take. Her squealing delights filled the air of the catacombs with an echo of pleasure, but that still wasn't enough to reach her traveling companions...

**

The aftermath was more peaceful than Serinthia was expecting, with everything she knew about kobolds.

To say that it went exactly how she hoped, however, was inaccurate.

"The trade is complete, isn't it?" she asked, as she wiped as much of the kobold mess from her fur as she could.

Even as she did that, she felt a shackle placed around her right arm...and she knew better than to try and fight off the talented monks.

"We never mentioned how long that contract lasted, did we?" Rotic pointed out.

As Deca placed a shackle around her left arm, his lips curled into a smirk. "And we could always use an extra set of paws around the catacombs...you'll prove more useful than you can imagine, yet."

It wasn't the arrangement she was expecting, but adapting to survive remained Serinthia's strong suit: she'd find a way to make her escape when she was good and ready...after a few more sessions with her favorite pair of kobold captors.