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Well then. I have finally established my first story on Yiffstar.com. Though this time, surprisingly, I only had two scenes depicting any yiff. So, if you came strictly for those scenes, I'd scroll down a bit. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and I would appreciate any feedback on it, hopefully to make it better if there are any glaring problems. If everything goes well, and you guys seem to like it, I plan on continuing with the story, and the charcter, Ashrim. Hopefully he will be seen more often in the near future ^__^ Blah blah blah, if you're not 18+ and are offended by this material, don't read it.... you know the drill. 11.12: Author's note: It didn't seem to make sense, in sub-chapter Requisition, as the guards in the city were already looking for Ash the same day. It's been fixed and also makes the transition to Chapter 2 less confusing as well. And the more noticable change, I think you can conclude for yourself, given you've already read the original, non-double-spaced format ^__^

• * * PRELUDE... "A quiet night," came the throaty growl of an older dog to a slightly younger one, who were both posted on perimeter guard duty. These were guards of the reigning king, Joseph the VI. And they were on the defensive wall of his castle. The dog's partner nodded in quiet agreement. "What I wouldn't give for a thief to kill... or maybe a long legged bitch." The two chuckled lecherously. The moment was lost however, as a dark form came onto the high wall from below, sprinted towards the two canines, and the oldest one received a vicious round-house kick to the jaw, which sent him tumbling over the wall, to the ground fifty feet below. Without losing momentum, the figure rolled to the side, a flurry of black leather. The remaining guard was about raise an alarm, and took a ninja dart to the throat for his efforts. The only sounds filling the night were the crunching of bone and steel from the ground below, and the gurgling noise from the canine's punctured neck. With his blurring vision, the nameless guard looked up as he sank to the ground, catching a look of the attacker's face. The first things he noticed were the eyes. A piercing yellow, with vertical slits as pupils, so cat-like. Then, he saw the black, tufted ears poking out of his roguish, black hair, and interestingly, the ears were decorated with various earrings. But then, the dog would have gasped in astonishment. There, a second pair of ears... but they were human. The attacker's face was furless, and other than the eyes... appeared completely human. "A... damn... half... breed..." The dying dog spat out. Eyes narrowed, the half-cat delivered a swift kick to the dog's head, with a resounding snap of a broken neck. He fell lifelessly to the side and the half-cat stepped gingerly over him, soft footpads not making a sound. "A ghost, to be exact." THIEF IN THE DARK... Ashrim crept along the top of the castle, his paws easily becoming accustomed to the slants of roof. He needed an entrance, preferably with little to no guards. And he was surprised to find the two canines on the wall. So far, creeping along and peering into rooms through the windows, he has yet to have found an empty one. A slight growl of annoyance, he dug his short, stubby claws (he was half-human, so his "paws" looked slightly different compared to any normal feline. The individual pads were longer, and slender like fingers, and he had an opposable thumb. His claws could still be retracted, however) into the edge, and leaned down, barely sticking his head into view. And to his satisfaction, he found what he sought. The room was dark. A bedroom. And the window was conveniently open. He withdrew one paw, and swooped down, dangling for a moment, and withdrew his other, landing on the sill, silent as death itself. He peered into the room, his cat-like vision adjusting to the darkness, and his ears perked up, catching a faint noise. He was definitely not alone. Soft moans emanated from the bed, and to his delight, he gazed upon who looked like the princess, Joseph's daughter. Her legs were splayed out, her paw in between them, rubbing her cunt with furious motion. Her nightgown pooled around her, like a silver halo, displaying her well-rounded and sized breasts, a nipple being pinched by her other paw. She was so busy pleasing herself; she didn't even notice Ashrim. "My, my, Princess," he purred softly. "I'm surprised that a sexy canine like yourself couldn't find a man to be pleasing you." The princess stopped abruptly, giving a small squeak and looked over in Ashrim's direction. Before she could make another noise, he had leapt straight from the sill, onto her bed, clamping a rough paw over her mouth, and tapped the blade of a dagger against her throat. Her eyes went wide and she gave a muffled whimper. He sheathed the dagger and grinned at her, taking her in with his eyes. "Had I found you under different circumstances, Princess, I may have done things a little more differently," he whispered. Deciding he had enough time, and her scents of arousal still filled the air, he would play with her a bit. Lowering his hand, he gently ran his paw-fingers through her damp, puffy slit. His grin broadened, as he realized how well trimmed she kept herself. The female canine whimpered, her arms flaccid at her sides, for she was too scared of this dark, hooded feline to do anything else. And despite her will to resist, her body grew warmer, taking pleasure from his agile fingers. Suddenly, Ashrim pinched her clit, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Her eyes lidded and she let out a long moan, muffled by his hand. He moved his hand over her moist pussy, and began to pick up the pace of his rubbing. Her hips automatically raised to his hand, grinding against it. Her stamina was low, after previously masturbating, and a few moments later, her body convulsed and she groaned quite loudly, even with his hand over her mouth. Female cum streamed from her cunt, creating a puddle between her legs. She was stunned from the afterglow. Ashrim removed his hand from her mouth and leaned down, licking the cum covering her nether lips. She, forgetting for only mere moments that he had broken into her home and threatened her life, moaned softly as he did this. Raising his head, Ashrim grinned at her. "It was nice, Princess. And you have a fine taste; for a dog." The princess was beginning to come back to reality, and she had a look of shock. But, before any other sounds could escape her muzzle, something sharp and small stabbed into her bottom. She looked down, seeing a small dart protruding from her buttock and he jaw felt numb, her mind growing hazy. "Sleep well, lass." Ashrim winked, and left her room through the front door, seeing the sedative coated dart taking effect. All business, now, he covered his face once again with the black scarf, and moved quietly through the halls, knowing where his target was located. He had studied that map of the castle for long hours before he began his assignment. Though, something struck him as odd, but he didn't give it much thought otherwise. The halls seemed... empty. There should have been guards posted at least somewhere in the hallways. After moving silently for what could have seemed like hours, he found the room. He slipped a pair of picklocks into his hand from his leather bracers, and began to expertly pick at the locked door. Within a few moments, a low metallic click was heard, and he stashed the picks, for later use. Slowly turning the doorknob, he opened the door and slipped in. The room was dark, but his eyes quickly adjusted. The room was rather bland and looked like a normal room... but he knew the thing he sought was hidden here, in this place. He didn't bother looking in the drawers. And he didn't breath, either. There may have been airborne poisons, to kill any would-be thief. He padded lightly across the floor, feeling along the walls and shelves. He stopped, and took a step back. Feeling with his fingers along a bookshelf, he brushed something peculiar. He ran his fingers over it, appraising it. It was a mechanical button. Light on his feet, in case it was a trap of some sort, he pushed the button. Directly behind Ashrim, a small section of the floor sprung up on a hinge. Perfectly cut marble, he would have never seen the edges of the compartment. He grinned and kneeled down before it, pulling up a box. Opening the lid, there it was. The item he risked his life for; the Jewel of the Heir. Estimated to have cost the king over 100,000 gold pieces, it was the defining gem of the Empire. He pulled the gem out of its box, and slipped it into his belt satchel. He lightly replaced the box, and snapped the lid closed, and moved back toward the door. Just in time, as his breath was running out. His paw grasped the handle and turned. It was locked. And there was no keyhole from this side. Suddenly, as if noticing it for the first time, he heard a faint clicking noise. Like a timer. His eyes grew in shock and he immediately sprinted for the window. Looking out, the roof was out of reach and the room was positioned over a ravine. It was death. He growled and braced himself on the sill, just as the door burst open, all of the guards waiting outside. One of them exclaimed, "He's getting away!" And darted into the room. The others grabbed for him, but he was too far in, and the trap sprung, its time expired. The other guards watched helplessly as the room filled with a gas, and Ashrim glanced over his shoulder, just before he was about to dive. To his horror, the gas reached the young canine guard, and as it engulfed his body, he just... melted. The canine tried to scream, but he was cut off. And a moment passed, all that was left was a pile of gore, leaking out of the suit of armor. "Shit!" Ashrim cursed and he leapt for his life. Tossing back a grappling hook, it snagged on the sill and for a moment, he fell. The cord snapped taut, abruptly stopping his descent and he began repelling quickly down the side of the tower, before the deadly, flesh eating gas dissipated and allowed the other guards in to cut his line. Reaching solid ground just in time, the grappling coil tumbled down into the ravine. Ashrim looked up, grinning under his scarf, and dashed around the edge, and deep into the dark forest. REQUISITION... Joseph the VI, king of Arabon, was seething in anger as he sat upon his throne, listening to the reports of his "guards". "Three casualties, and the Jewel of the Heir has been stolen," recited the captain of the guard, Willer. "Not to mention that bastard thief VIOLATED my lovely daughter, Lilith!" roared the king. Lilith bit her lip and hid her face behind a fan. Unknown to her father, she had enjoyed that 'violation' very much. Willer winced. "Ah... my King, I assure you, we will flush out this thief and we will have a public hanging, so that all may see what happens to those who think to take from your empire." Joseph rapped his paws on the armrest of the throne in annoyance. "He should have been caught and killed much earlier than this. Explain why none of your men were at their posts." Had fur not been covering his face, a deep blush might have been seen. "Well, uh, Sire... you see... the lads and I... were having a little fun... but my Lord, we have aready notified the other guards, and they are informed of the situation and are on the lookout for this burglar... I have sent messengers on horses to the other cities to make sure they have a description of him..." Joseph snarled. "Get out of my court and do not return until you have that cat's head and my jewel!" Willer was quick to obey, bowing as he retreated through the large, oak doors. As soon captain was gone, Joseph turned to his daughter. "Do not worry, Lilith, my dear. We will find that burglar, and make him pay for what he did to you." Lilith nodded, acting like the innocent, daddy's girl she was supposed to be. He had never known about the many suitors she had plentiful sex with, but she found them tiring. But inside, she too vowed she would find that thief... That thief, who was so sexily roguish... but she had something different in mind for him. An old, business-like wolf sat in a velvet chair, scribbling something onto a scroll. He dipped the quill into an ink well and continued to write, when a sudden gust scattered his papers. He growled in frustration and collected the documents, and stood up, moving to the open window. "I thought this was closed..." he mutters, shutting it once again. Moving back to his desk, he sat down and was about to begin writing again, when he looked up, and saw a cloaked figure lazily lounging on his expensive couch. He sighs. "Ash, do you really have to do that? Last time, it took my servants hours to get the bloodstains out..." Ashrim smiled. "No blood this time, Quen, but I'm sure this will more than make up for that other time..." He tossed a small pouch through the air and it landed on Quen's lap. He looked at Ash, slightly puzzled, then drew the leather cords out, opening the pouch. He dumped the contents out into his hand and nearly gasped. In his hand rested the precious gem, the Jewel of the Heir. "W-when did you get this?" stammered Quen. Ash gave him a sly grin. "Three nights ago... wasn't too much trouble. Though I had to avoid the roads, as they already had guards looking for me." He chuckled suddenly. "And I actually had a bit of fun... with the princess." "What?!" Quen exclaimed, nearly roaring with laughter. "That's dangerous business, Ash..." "It's what I do for a living, Quen. And speaking of my career..." Quen immediately got the hint and nodded. "Yes, yes. Of course... I have your payment right here." Digging in his desk drawers for a moment, Quen produced a rather large sack, which had a pleasant rattle. Quen tossed it to Ash and he snatched it out of the air with his black, furry tail, and brought the sack to his hand and tested it's weight, nodding. "Nice doing business with you, Quen. Call upon me if you need any more of my service." Ashrim quickly bowed, and Quen chuckled, looking down at the beautiful gem. He looked back up to thank Ash, but he was already gone. Ash was crouched upon the roof of Quen's spacious home, his cloak fluttering in the slight breeze. He leapt, skillfully tumbling like an acrobat through the air, and hit the ground running. One powerful leap later, he was over the tall, steel fence, and back on the street. He sprung once more and landed noiselessly on the roof of a house, and began to sprint, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. As he leapt over a particular alley, his ears caught the high-pitched shriek of a helpless woman. He back tracked and gazed over the edge, seeing a female fox pinned up against the alley wall, her shirt and skirt ripped, and two nasty looking dogs advancing on her. There was no doubt what their intentions where. Ashrim looked at them for a moment longer and muttered, "Not my problem," before dashing away. The fox whimpered as one of the cackling canines struck her across the muzzle. "I want to fuck her tight little pussy," said one, almost drooling as he stroked his hardened prick, watching as his friend beat her. The one standing over her laughed nastily. "That's fine with me, as long as I get a piece of this fine bitch." He dropped his trousers, standing over the helpless fox, pressing his dick against her lips. "Come on, suck on it baby." She bit his dick and the dog punched her in the side of the head. "You little whore, I'll teach you to bite my fucking cock." He kicked her in the ribs and she gasped, falling to the ground, trying to crawl away. The dog grabbed her hair and jerked her head back hard. She yelped and the dog grinned, motioning his friend over. "Now, this could have gone much easier, but now I guess you're going to have to suffer." The one talking rolled her onto her back with his foot, and ground his heel into her upper chest, pinning her. The fox cried helplessly as she felt the other hike up her ripped skirt and her ripped panties off. "No!" she screamed. The one standing on her laughed. "Scream all you want, bitch, no one is going to help you." The one on the ground spread her legs, looking at her cunt for a moment and snickered. "This one looks tasty..." He leaned down and licked her cunt hard, his tongue teasing her labia. Continuing to drag his tongue up her privates, it passed over the stiffed nub that was her clit, and she whimpered, tears flowing from her eyes. "Hey, the little bitch is horny!" commented the one on the ground, feeling her pussy grow wet. He took his erect cock and rubbed it between her nether lips, and slammed it into her. She howled, and he began to vigorously hump her. Tears continued to flow, as she flailed weakly, unable to do anything but take the beating his dick was giving her. The two barely noticed as a figure dropped down behind them, so focused were they on the female fox. As the one standing upon her laughed, his laugh was cut short as a dagger plunged through his neck. The blade stabbed all the way through one side and out the other, then was withdrawn. The dog humping the fox paid no mind, lost in his lusts. A gut wrenching kick propelled the dog off of her and backward, slamming into the wall behind him. He looked, for the first time, at his fallen comrade on the ground, and snarled. Ash had his head bowed, seeming to not notice the dog. With his trousers still down, he rushed towards Ash, swinging a fist. Ash easily ducked under it, and followed through the with duck, bringing his right leg up behind him, striking the dog in the face. He fell backward, thrashing and clutching his face, and was stilled as Ash delivered a solid punch to his solar plexus, damaging his lungs. The dog wheezed for a few moments before falling still. Ash turned to the shaking fox, and helped her up, attempting to readjust her skirts. "Th-thank you," she said, still in tears. Ash nodded, pulling back his cowl and lowered his scarf. "Get out of here," he hissed. She nodded and dashed down the alley. Ash jumped up, kicked off of the wall and grabbed the edge of the roof, pulling himself up and out of view. The fox looked back, not seeing him, and because of this, she stumbled into the city guard patrol. She fell backward, on unstable feet and looked up. The guards stopped and one of them approached her. "Hail, ma'am. We are on the look out for a thief. He has stolen something quite valuable from the King himself, and there is a substantial reward in the aid of his capture. Any information on this criminal will be appreciated and you will be compensated." The one who spoke snapped his fingers, and one of the guards walked over, revealing a scroll with a sketch. And it was certainly well made, as it looked like Ashrim, though he was still wearing a scarf and hood. The fox woman's eyes brightened at the mention of a reward. And the man who saved her looked remarkably like the one in the sketch. "Yes, I did see him. He was down that alley just a minute ago. He killed those two furres." The guards drew their weapons and moved into the alley, checking the bodies. "Well, it seems he was here..." muttered a guard. "It reeks of cat. And smells exactly like the scent at the castle." Ashrim looked over the edge, and silently cursed. "That's what happens when you help someone... they turn around and fuck you over." One of the guards looked up, and spotted Ash peeking over the edge. He pointed towards him and shouted, "There's the thief! Don't let him get away!" The other guards looked where he pointed and Ash swore loudly, getting up and running as quickly as he could. The guards hasted to get atop the roof, and the dog in the front saw Ash, almost to the edge. Without wasting a second, the guard whipped a crossbow around from behind his shoulder. Taking a quick aim, the guard released the bolt, and it struck Ash in the back. He winced in pain, and spun, cause of the bolt, tumbling backwards over the roof, landing on the ground with a heavy thud. Ash laid still, as he heard the gleeful shouts of, "I got him! I got the theif!" His vision was growing dark... (Yes, yes. A cliff hanger ending. However, to those of you who enjoyed the story so far, I have begun to write the second portion to this. And of course, along the way, hopefully with feedback, I can make the story better *nod* So, if you would like to see more yiff, don't be afraid to say so!)