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Colorful banners hang from crumbling stone walls as trumpeters of various species in the livery of the new regime, a deep blue with a silver stylized paw print center, take their places along the walls. Cats, Coons, Dogs and Skunks of both genders stand at the ready to blow fanfare. A regal lion with a glittering steel mace that he is using as a scepter leads a delegation of nobility to a raised dais overlooking the courtyard. The buglers play their instruments as noble great cats, lupus, elephants and deer make their way to join the kingly lion. The courtyard itself has a rather festive atmosphere with jugglers, acrobats and clowns of many different species, like the trumpeters above, perform for noble and commoner alike. It goes to say that there are also many soldiers of various delegations among the throng. Across the kingdoms this is a time for celebration as the Horde has been driven from the lands of light. But the price was high as the hobgoblins, goblins and bugaboos of the Horde slaughtered the last of humanity and all of gnomen kind. But in their place and the places of the elves and dwarves the humans themselves exterminated years before, humanoid animal races, once called Beastling races now rule. Banging his mace against his throne to get every one's attention, the King rises to make a speech.

"Great citizens of Skoresh!" King Duncan proclaims whist rising from his throne. "We have gathered here to honor heroes past and present. We lament the fall of humanity even as we beastlings inherit their legacy."

"What legacy?" A tiger striped wolf with charcoal grey fur, red top fur and sclera to match as his dark eyes give him a disturbing appearance whispers to a female wolf of similar fur and top fur but whose normal eyes of blue glare at him as continues with: "Bigotry? Hatred? Those I would hope the damn goblins took with them when they left."

"Really, Sir Fenryx," Melody Requiem, the bitch growls back in a low tone. "This is most disrespectful to our monarch."

"Oh, Melody," a blonde haired, green eyed vixen chides as she gives Fen a lusty wink whilst draping her self over both wolves. "Master Objugare has rescued us numerous times from what the legacy of humanity had brought down on our heads."

"Don't go inflating his ego, Lori," Melody growls to Lorelei Boomer whom she shares much history with. "Just because..."

"Sir Fenryx Obujgare! Master of the Military Mystic traditions of the art of the Ranger Knight! I call upon you now to approach and receive your just reward for your service to your fellow furs!" King Duncan announces to the throng and brings a halt to whatever verbal tirade Melody had for Lorelei. Instead she just stands there as Fenryx walks up to the dais as Melody sputters: "What is this about? He flouted protocol every chance he got! The only tactics he can truly claim mastery of are guerilla tactics. I am incensed! We who actually followed orders..."

"Almost found ourselves on the business end of a bugaboo's axe." Lorelei interjects vehemently. "Fen was doing his job, Mel, whether you want to believe it or not."

"In recognition of your excellent hunting skills and dedication to keeping the Horde in check," King Duncan proudly proclaims as Fen has almost made it to his position and genuflects when he does get in front of the king. "There is no need for ceremony, Lord Fenryx. By the powers invested in me by the Divine in Justice," Duncan touches his scepter to Fen's right shoulder, "Honor," the king then touches his knight's left shoulder, "and Compassion" he then touches the wolf's chest and head, "I now pronounce you Baron Fenryx Objugare to lands that will be named later."

"BARON!!!" Melody can hardly stand she is so incensed.

Meanwhile Lorelei belts out a hearty "WooHoo! Way to go, Fen!" Then she licks her muzzle and looks to Melody who growls "What!?" To which Lori says: "I think our new Lord deserves a special salute." And before Mel can say anything, Lori lifts up the bitch's shirt and exposes the bard's breasts in Fen's direction. Fen smiles and chuckles as Mel protests: "Hey! If you wanna do something like that; flash your own!" To which Mel rips off Lori's top. Unfortunately this sets up a wave of flashings, as skunkettes, bunnies and other femmes, twenty-one in all, expose their tops ending with a barbaric cheetah noblewoman, Chetzara Greystoke in her usually minimalist attire of a leather vest and a loincloth, removing said vest of her own volition to complete what bards for years to come will be calling in song and story telling a "Twenty-One Boob Salute". Fen shakes his head ruefully as Duncan whispers. "Me thinks one of yon maidens is interested in thee although I suspect Lady Greystoke was going along with the crowd."

Fenryx elicits a slight chuckle before whispering back: "I've actually slept with each and every one of those maidens under various circumstances. It's only the lady bard that was among the pair that instigated this bawdy display that our parting was less than amicable. But I still saved her tail from certain doom, although this may actually compound matters between us in some manner."

King Duncan is highly amused by this. "Well, Baron Objugare, I grant and bid you leave should you so choose to enjoy the day as you see fit."

Meanwhile Melody could just die at the display she inadvertently initiated. "How? Did I? Why?" She manages to blurt out as Lori just giggles her own amusement. "Did you honestly think you and I were the only femmes he slept with, Mel?"

"All nineteen of them?" Melody asks in disbelief. "Wait a second, at one point or another all of those others..."

"Were on the island with us, yes," Lorelei sighs. "You really need to catch these things quicker, Melody. I thought you were the bard of the two of us?"

"And how many did get stone faced drunk, oh, great seer of smut?" Melody asks in a sarcastic tone of voice.

"You weren't that drunk." Lori counters "Yeah, you were tipsy that night and that probably prompted you to give Fen that lap dance that ended your reign as Queen Virgin, but you've gotten yourself so stoned that you did a strip tease for a whole bar of our fellow soldiers, enlisted and officers, and asked Fen to tie you to a table for the evening. You are just damn lucky Fenryx never gets that deep in his cups."

"Was that the time I found myself dangling from a tree the next morning?" Melody asks to which Lori just gets a wickedly lusty grin on her face and nods which causes Melody to blush so deeply she runs the risk of turning herself permanently pink. "I get kinky when I get drunk?"

"We had also found that pornographic portfolio of woodcuts on the job, Mel." Lori relates. "We both wanted to try out the positions. You wanted it done in public. I had mine done in private. I was also not as drunk as you."

"You don't get drunk, Lori," Melody growls in an accusatory tone. "But you also have less inhibitions than I do."

As they have their conversation neither one notices Fen approaching after getting his title until after he speaks: "Well, that was fun, girls, either of you want to join me at the Rusty Dagger for a slightly more private celebration?"

"Sure, Fen," Lorelei says with a lusty wink and a smirk. "Hey, Mel, I have an idea to mark this humongous occasion." Lorelei whispers in Mel's ear and whatever she is suggesting causes the wolf bitch to initiate a full body blush several shades into deep crimson.

"I think I may need a few ales to consider that." Melody says sheepishly as she sees the look on both Lori's and Fen's faces as the wolf remarks: "I don't know what you suggested, Lori, but if it comes to fruition..."

Melody sighs ruefully and resides herself to the evening as they make the trek to the inn and tavern where many officers and adventurers lodge when staying in the city. When they get there and enter the common room proper, all conversation throughout the establishment ceases as all eyes become focused on the trio. A few of the wenches wink among themselves in a conspiratorial fashion. Fenryx and company linger at the platform before the final set of stairs that represents the precipice between the road above that brought them to the inn and actually entering the common room to eat, drink and be merry as Fenryx is intrigued by what the wenches are planning to do. He doesn't have long to wait as a line of wenches, another twenty-one in all, do the can can up to the wolf, flash their bosoms to him and then goes back to their normal duties, much to the delight of the patrons with many of them silently, and not so silently for others are wishing they could be in Fen's boots as the staff that flashes him, mostly skunkettes and vixens with a few bunnies and kitties as well, are among the more attractive maidens in the kingdom. Melody hides behind Fenryx as Lorelei just laughs her head off. Both girls have worked her and know that a secret brothel operates here. Melody used to just sing here until one night Lorelei got her so drunk she had sex with Fenryx one night, offering herself as his "dessert" that evening. Public sex is not supposed to be allowed but after the Witching Hour this rule is not even farce fully enforced. After the display, Melody slinks off to a secluded booth to try and disappear in a mundane fashion. While she gets her booth, Fen and Lori join her with Lori sitting besides her; Fen opposite. Without ordering the gang's drinks are brought over by a fetching ferret femme, who was actually among the flashers earlier who then starts to go back to the kitchen to get some food for them when a bear, and nearly naked, wench does this for her as the ferret pouts for a moment before disappearing under the table. When Fen finds it hard to keep from groaning in sheer ecstasy, Melody turns to Lorelei angrily and glares.

"See what you started!?!" Melody growls vehemently.

Lori suddenly goes pale as she spots the humorless visage of Field Marshal Robert Grant, an older grizzly, which could have fathered one or more of the bears in the place. As he makes his way over to them, Fenryx gives the elder statesman a respectful nod as his own powers of observation are not diminished despite distraction.

"Good Evening, Field Marshal Bob," Fenryx says in greeting using a version of his name that he is among a very few that can get away with using. "I hope the spectacles so far have been amusing."

"That it has been, Lord Captain Fenryx." Grant says with a smug smirk that only one with authority over the trio can produce. "I have your new assignment. A blessing it is meeting you all here since two of your command team are with you."

Melody and Lorelei look at each other in utter disbelief before giving the field marshal an incredulous look in asking: "Us?"

Field Marshal Bob nods. "Yes, Melody, you will be Lorekeeper and Lorelei will be arcane artillerist. It was decided before your escapade in the square that you three along with a substantial expeditionary force will be investigating Outpost Thirteen."

A large gulp is heard under the table as a kind of hush settles over the entire tavern.

"Alright, come again with that?" Melody inquires and before the Marshall can reiterate, Fenryx quips: "Not for another hour at least."

The ferret on the floor is rolling in laughter and Lori is on the verge of joining her as Melody is so embarrassed she could just die while a slightly perturbed Grant raises an eye ridge in irritation before realizing what the wolf was talking about and rolls his eyes while shaking his head ruefully.

"Since the Horde is claiming its "Moral Victory" contact with the island base has fallen silent." Grant says in continuation. "We know the Horde hasn't gotten their grubby claws on it, but that's more or less all we know. If it is not occupied, the Outpost and the island will fall to you, Fenryx, to operate it."

"So, I take it that High Command is planning on reinstating the base's original purpose as a watch station?" Fenryx asks to which Marshall Grant merely nods. "Are they sending a seer then?"

"That information was not among the papers I was to assemble for you to peruse, Captain, I was under the impression that you were to secure the base and then the seers would be sent in for remote viewing." Robert Grant admits in a rather hushed tone.

"So when do we leave for the Aberrant Isle?" Fenryx asks in all seriousness, to which the Marshall sighs. "The ship is still being provisioned. I expect it will take a week. Alchemist's Fire takes too long to create but the King is expecting trouble. The goblinoids may have forgotten the Outpost but that may change soon enough."

"Will I be given leave to explore the island's interior?" Fenryx asks with a tone that indicates this is more of a demand than an actual request.

"Leave?!" Grant asks incredulously. "My boy, you will be expected to do just that. We're giving you the bard for that reason. The island is littered with heresay and rumor. As soon as you can after checking on the base's status you are to explore the island as thoroughly as you are able. Your penchant for peeking into every nook and cranny is exactly why you are being given the island in the first place!"

"Let me get this straight!" Melody fumes. "I bust my tail doing things by the book and suffer a near countless stream of indignities for years with nothing to show for it and Fen who continually defies orders and for all intents and purposes fights the way completely on his own terms independent of the rules we all are supposed to abide by; yet he gets a title and ranking as an officer? Where is the justice in that!?"

"The Ranger Corp has its own set of rules, Melody." Fenryx growls: "We are a guerilla force whose mission is to scout out enemy positions and eliminate them so the regular army can fight its battle without too many surprises. In short, my job was to keep the opposition as honest as I could arrange. The Horde fights dirty, no two ways about it. Spying, sabotage and the occasional search and rescue mission were all part of the rules I had to follow."

"Exactly, Lord Fenryx," Field Marshall Bob concedes. "And you played out your role so well that you are being rewarded. I think someone's nose is out of joint because her risks were judged not as great so her rewards are not as great. But I think I can arrange something."

Fen and Lori shoot her looks pleading askance of this suggestion but Melody ignores them as she responds with: "That sounds amendable."

"Sometime when you are en route to Aberration Island you will get your accommodation, Lady Melody." Bob says with a wide grin that Fenryx knows means trouble for all involved.

"So, tell me, Field Marshall Bob," Lorelei inquires: "I am to be the arcane artillery specialist, Melody is going to be our communications specialists and Fenryx is team leader and survival specialist. Who else will be joining the command team? Will we have support troops?"

"A garrison force will be accompanying you. I believe Sergeant Roy Siegfried is in charge of them." Bob says in a speculative manner.

"That crazy liger is still around?" Fenryx asks. "Good man but a bit of a flake. His sexuality was never fully revealed to be solid either way as well. Not that I mind either viewpoint mind you. I'd be closer to gay if I didn't like the ladies as much as I do."

Melody groans as Lorelei giggles. "My mind is fuzzy from that time after we found those woodcuts, I know you have skill with ropes, Fen," Lorelei says in an inquisitive manner as she favors the wolf with a lustful grin, "I've seen you tie up our opposition with great authority in the war..."

"But have I the skill with the more sensual arts of binding? Is that your question, Lori?" Fen asks in a semi lustful tone of voice to which Lori just nods. "I wondered what you had in mind." Both male wolf and vixen gaze at their wolf bitch companion who feels the weight of their stares. "Don't you dare, Lori!" Melody growls in an embarrassed tone.

"Well, I think I will leave you to it." Bob says with a grin. "I have a meeting to attend with my fellow marshals, generals and a few nobles to discuss defensive measures should the Horde decide to try and exterminate us as well."

Melody looks askance of their commanding officer even as she is escorted to their bedchamber by Fenryx and Lorelei. Once there, Lorelei and Melody get undressed in front of Fenryx who also disrobes. Lori wastes little time holding Melody while Fenryx binds her with her own rope. Unlike when they were taking prisoners, Fenryx binds the wolf bitch in a manner that provokes parts of Melody's brain she normally reserves for fellow females. Her ankles are secured behind her head with her wrists secured to her elbows behind her back. She can no more resist Fen's molesting paws than she could free herself and yet she feels a need for his entry. Melody knows Fenryx well enough that she knows what he will do to her and finds herself eagerly anticipating his invasion. Lorelei offers her own pussy to lick once she has gotten Fen hard enough to enter her bound friend and sometime lover. It's an offer Melody takes full advantage of. Fenryx divides his attention between the caressing and suckling of Lori's breasts presented upright and easy to access, Melody's mounds, slightly hidden but still fully accessible to his touch and his muzzle; even as keeps his phallus sliding in and almost out of Melody's own pussy. As he gets closer to climax he gives them a look that asks where he should let loose his semen. But since Melody is sure that the stunt they pulled in the courtyard will get her assigned to Fen anyway for mating, the wolf bitch wants it in her womb. After cumming for the first time, Lorelei touches his scrotum to hurry the process of making enough sperm to go again. This time Lorelei is the one who will be restrained.

And while Melody and Lorelei take turns being sperm receptacles for their new commanding officer the King meets with his generals and a select few marshals. Field Marshall Bob is among these of course and it is to him that the others glare at in response to the earlier fiasco. Unnoticed by most is the akita. Dressed in flowing robes and sporting a Fu Manchu moustache and goatee it is he that Robert Grant notices.

"Gentle furs." The akita says quietly yet his words resonate in the minds of all present and thus is heard despite any arguments and/or accusations that may be flying around the room. "While discipline is important to maintaining ourselves to keep the Horde at bay much of what you are proposing would be rather counter productive to the task at hand."

"I would tend to agree with our esteemed guest, Miyagi Toru." King Duncan says with authority. "I think Marshall Grant's proposal at assigning Miss Requiem to Baron Objugare as his wife is the best we are going to get as far as results go."

"If I may be indulged an inquiry, your Majesty," Bob asks with all due respect to his sovereign: "But what is this stranger doing here?"

"I have come here to warn you of a vision I received that may yet come to pass." Toru says with all seriousness. "The Horde begins its wars on us in secret, eroding our power structures and making us their slaves. It all hinges on Outpost Thirteen. Or rather on beings in shadow dwelling there. These beings resist my efforts to detect them. If it pleases this council, I should like to accompany this expedition so I may aid them in finding and smashing whatever network that exists to threaten us all."

"Your psychic sight is legendary, Sensei Miyagi." Grant says with more than a little bit of apprehension. "If you can direct Captain Objugare to this threat I am positive he and his team will be able to deal with it."

"Of that I have absolutely no doubt." Toru concedes. "That is why I felt the need to travel and make myself known to this body to convince our sovereign and all of you that this task falls to his most capable hands."

"And from your reports on his skills," King Duncan says in all seriousness: "I needed little convincing. If you are willing to take the journey, Master Miyagi, I will make sure there will be room for you."