FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Old locomotive barrelled through the alpine tunnels and passes, the long snake-like shape weaving along the isolated mountainside tracks. Rain hammered against the glass windows as well-dressed guests with money to spend mingled throughout the train. The waiter staff moved quickly to ensure their high-rolling guests were never short of champagne or Canapés; the event's privacy ensured the rich and powerful patrons every whim they requested.

“I never got into oil; it just seems so… messy!" One wealthy wolf in a tight dress proclaimed as she held her glass high.

“Sure, it seems messy… but once you're making 230 million a year…. It'll look clean as the soap business!" A loud cat in a giant white suit yelled, sending himself into a laughing fit as he tried to keep his drink steady. Carmelita was only half listening to the conversation in the background. As she held her drink lightly, she looked out the window onto the tree-covered Alps surrounding the train as it continued its journey; as they passed through a tunnel, she caught her reflection in the glass. Her dark red dress was cut low and showed more cleavage than she was comfortable with, but at least she looked good in it. Taking a short breath, Carmelita stepped away from the train's window and began walking to the next carriage. As she passed between the Carriage's letting her mind wander, she walked straight into something large, tight and covered in fur. As Carmelita got back up, she looked over at the lady she ran into, a Large maternal, white cat she looked heavily pregnant, nearly full term and the Gym style outfit, left nothing to the imagination.

“Oh Jesus! sorry mam!" Carmelita said as she scrambled, to her paws and began helping the Pregnant lady up.

“My, my you really got the little ones going" the cat joked as Carmelita helped her up,

“I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" Carmelita exasperated

“Oh, Ow- maybe I should sit down" she said as she rubbed her belly meekly and arched her back

“It's okay, I'll help you to your seat. Sorry for the collision" Carmelita said

“Thank you it's all fine just a bit of a bump, I've endured worse. My room is just back here" she said as the Carmelita supported the pregnant woman as she re-entered the room she'd just tried to leave. As Carmelita helped lower her back onto her bed, she finally noticed how truly large her belly was, it wasn't covered and Carmelita couldn't take her eyes off it, it's tightness and slightly jiggly nature the cat's figure was stunning.

“Oh, could you do me a favour?" The cat asked lying back as she gritted her teeth slightly.

“Sure, anything you need. it was my fault after all!" Carmelita replied, feeling guilty for knocking her down and now for ogling her.

“Just rub my belly a bit, the little ones are restless and the always seem to calm down when someone else does it" The cat asked smiling, while discomfort filled her Stomach

“Okay" Carmelita was overwhelmed, as she began running her hands along the warm, sensitive and tight mass. She felt a deep Arousal, she just wanted to keep rubbing her belly forever, just keep holding and massaging its entire length and width feeling the weight of it in her arms....

“Ah, thank you miss, your hands are very soft! Maybe you should get into massaging?" The cat said, complimenting Carmelita's belly rubbing skills left her nearly drooling. She needed to get back on track!

“T-thanks" Carmelita said, leaving the room as quickly as she entered, the feeling of that ladies' belly kept bouncing around Her mind, Carmelita had never been so sexually Interested in something so... Mundane! She needed to get her head straight or this mission was going to end in disaster. She sighed, closing her eyes and just took in the sounds as she attempted to expel her Horny and unprofessional thoughts, after lowering her heart rate and feeling her headspace return to normal, she turned her focus back to her mission, she exited the Sleeper carriage, into a shorter but far more lavish carriage. The ornate wood panelling of the bar and the fancy carpet highlighted the room's expensive but old-style furnishings, and she eyed the cabinets behind the bar as she squeezed and weaved between people standing in conversation. The young bartender was preparing a drink for an impatient patron while the stacks of port, Whisky, Champagne and mixers sat behind, glistening from the carriage's incandescent light bulbs. She opened the door and stepped into the cramped connector, watching it shift like the beating organ of some great beast. Stepping into the other cart filled her with a sense of calm, it was like the other carriage but was instead for dining. The large booths provided private seating as wealthy patrons and guests ate their lobster and caviar tasting menus. Carmelita was a bit peckish but not hungry enough to try rich people food and definitely not fish eggs. She spotted an empty booth and sat down, taking a breather and clearing her head.

The wind rushed through Sly's hair, His dark blue outfit blew around his body, trying to wiggle free, his hat had blown off the train a while ago. He clung for dear life against the train's roof as it passed through a tunnel. He'd assumed the back cart was where the staff were, and his plan involved him grabbing a disguise as a waiter and scoping out the train to find his prize. But the Alps weren't famous for train surfing weather, and moving backwards along the roof was hard as hell, as it turns out. His crook at least held steady as it remained latched onto the train, while his hands held firm amidst an onslaught of cold winds. As they exited the tunnel, he brought up enough courage to start shimmying back, each movement was slow and deliberate; his gloves weren't helping with the icy weather, his paws had turned numb, and his legs were following suit. He needed to pick up the pace, he pulled his crook close and then began to move quicker along the carriage roof. As he crawled backwards, he stopped every meter to wait for the train to steady. Sly looked back and saw he'd need to cross over to the other carriage, he pulled closer to the edge and pulled himself into a crouching position. He took a deep breath as the wind pushed against his back and the train continued to move and shift below him, He gathered his energy and jumped over the small gap, his slightly unstable landing sent him back onto his stomach, but at least he was being pulled under the tracks now. The next cart was easier with experience now under his belt. He shimmied closer to the edge, but right as he got up to jump, the train shifted in a way he didn't expect. He fell between the carriages, barely able to grasp onto a frozen ladder, leaving him clinging for life as the tracks rushed below him. Sly's heart pounded in his chest as adrenaline pumped through his veins, pulling himself closer to the ladder. His feet could gain traction, and he sat for a second. After waiting a second, he began climbing up again and crawled onto the cart. Relief washed over him as he saw the end of the train, the jagged rocks and tree lines disappearing as the train drove forward. Crawling to the edge, he looked down into the tiny caboose renovated to store uniforms and private belongings for the servers, chefs and train engineers. Hopping down Sly steadied himself in front of the doors, it then occurred to him that he should stash his crook (No way was he hiding that in a suit). He tossed the crook off the train into the trees to his right, Sly would go back for it later. Stepping through the doors, the stealthy raccoon saw several racks of coats, lockers and personal belongings on a bench. Walking over to the rack of fancy and well-ironed suits, he started flipping through them to find one his size. The outfits were basic: buttoned shirt, bow tie and waistcoat, and plain black pants. It was quick to get on and hopefully, it would help him blend in. He tied his shoes and looked into a small mirror, alright enough for Sly importantly, He smoothed out his wind-blasted hair and turned to the door. But before he could enter a waiter entered. Sly wondered if he'd realised how he got on the train or that this raccoon wasn't on the catering staff.

He walked to Sly and sat down on the bench “If Martin sees you back here, he'll throw you off the train."

“Sorry I was just taking a breather" Sly replied.

“Don't worry man, I'm just letting you know. So, if you want to keep your job you should haul ass to the dining cart and grab some drinks, get serving" the stout cat said relaxing his muscles as he closed his eyes.

“Thanks, I'll get going now" Sly said moving quickly out of the cart and into the next. Sly was hit by an avalanche of smells and aromas as he stepped through the rubber tube that connected each cart. The chaotic scene of a dozen different chefs attempting to work in the tight carriage, each playing their part in poorly rehearsed ballet as they checked ingredients, seared meat and plated up fine cuisine. Sly stood there, he didn't want to get in the way of these people trying their hardest in a very constricting situation. The out-of-place raccoon was quickly noticed, by someone important.

“You! Raccoon!... need you to take a plate of Canapés to the farthest dining cart!" His voice was raised but only to ensure he was heard; The Person was a lean red panda who seemed to be thinking of a million problems at once. Sly quickly acknowledged his order and began squeezing through the chef's hard at work and the large ovens that radiated heat and made the air unpleasant to breathe. Sly reached the red panda and took a plate of Canapés from the counter next to him, while he examined a piece of meat being boiled in a pot. He reminded Sly from over his shoulder, “Farthest dining cart!"

“Yes Chef," Sly said, sounding like a jackass before taking off out of the carriage.

As Carmelita sat in the booth, she thought of all the possibilities this mission could go wrong: first of all, she was a terrible actor and knew nothing about high society! And this dress was seemingly designed for looking at rather than wearing. She looked around at the other packed tables of chortling rich guests each with large glasses in their hands, 'Maybe staying undetected will be easier when everyone else is wasted.' The train also seemed lightly guarded, she hadn't seen any security, but maybe they were undercover with the guests. As Carmelita Thought of various security concerns, Sly walked in still making his way to the front of the train. As he passed Carmelita she took notice of the Raccoon waiter, her mind thought he looked familiar, like someone she'd only seen wearing something flashy forced into fancy dress, Wait…

As Sly entered the next carriage filled with small single-person toilets, he noticed someone behind him, perhaps they wanted Canapés? But before he could ask, he was pushed hard into one of the small toilets, scattering most of the Canapés into the cramped room as his attacker entered, locking the door and pushing him against the wall.

“Ringtail!" The Familiar voice of Carmelita whispered with venom, as she held him against the toilet window.

“Hello?" Sly cautiously asked as she stared at him with anger in her eyes.

“What are you doing here?!" Carmelita was mad, which was usual for their meetings.

“Serving Canapés! but most of them are now- Ow! Okay, I'm here on business." Carmelita was usually attractive, but less so when she started hurting him. He was starting to think his roguish charm hadn't softened her attitude.

“Tell me what thing you're here to plunder!" Carmelita said pushing Sly further against the glass and wood panelling.

“Ow-O-Okay, just loosen your grip I don't want to lose a collarbone here!" She glared with further anger, the only way was to spill the beans “It's this little statue made of silver and rubies, made of two figures a girl on one side and a guy on the other!"

She loosened her grip “I'm still taking you in Sly! whether you're trying to steal what I'm after or not!"

“Can't we just go our separate ways from here?" Sly asked hoping to solve this without alerting the whole damn train.

“NO! You've stolen hundreds of items worth millions! And you've spent half your career humiliating me!" Carmelita seemed to intensely dislike Sly for reasons that were becoming very obvious to him right now.

“Okay, I apologise, I didn't mean to humiliate you. But all the stuff I stole was stolen by the people who had it!" Sly shifted his tone trying to be as sympathetic as possible.

“That doesn't matter! You still broke the law and now you're going to spend your life in a cell!" Carmelita Said grabbing him tightly again.

Sly then thought of something to resolve this unravelling issue “How are you going to walk me off this train?"

“We'll wait here" the angry vixen shot back.

“What if I start screaming about a crazy person holding me hostage here?"

“They'd believe a rich socialite over a waiter!"

“I'll tell them you're with Interpol"

“As I said, they wouldn't believe you"

“Don't need them to believe me, just to be paranoid enough to check your credentials a second time"

“But they'd surely check yours as well?"

“I'd take a chance with them, over being locked in a cell with you watching my every move" Sly explained as he watched her face shift from anger to suspicion, a slight improvement. “How about we, postpone this until we finish what we need from these rich idiots?" Sly quieted his tone and showed her his genuine honesty, her guard lowered slightly but she was still looking for a way to take this troublesome raccoon in now “We both get what we want from here, then you can try taking me to a comfy jail cell?"

She chuckled and slowly removed her hands from Sly's body “It would've been more convincing if you hadn't included “Try" in that spiel" She was still suspicious and angry at Sly, but she was at least able to set it aside for now.

Sly smiled “At least I'm honest"

Carmelita pulled a hand through her hair and straightened out her dress “Keep that in mind, once I have you in handcuffs"

Sly straightened his back and cleared his throat “What are you looking for here?"

She rolled her eyes and looked annoyed for a second “A small idol, I'll know it when I see it"

Sly smiled back to her, only now was he getting a good look at her dress “Okay… Your dress looks nice"

She furrowed her brow and opened the door, stepping out into the corridor, she heard the locomotive chugging along, while muffled laughter erupted from the dining cart she'd just left. Sly straightened his collar and stepped out of the bathroom, leaving the Canapes scattered across the wooden floor. As Carmelita began walking off Sly pulled off his waistcoat and bow tie quickly tossing them into the toilet and flushing. They walked into the next cart which was far quieter. The windows were covered, and paintings lined the walls. A few guests roamed the cart, admiring the fine art. Carmelita walked slower through the carriage, to keep their disturbance to a minimum. The paintings were mostly 17th-century portraits and landscapes of important statesmen and dukes in full regalia, standing dominantly with their power symbolised in a single priceless portrait. In contrast, the larger Landscape paintings displayed warm vineyards in the sunset in another, triumphant crowds of revolutionaries held muskets high as they dragged a dishevelled grey Fox through the streets, presumably a royal official. Art was never Sly's forte, but he appreciated the grand details of the paintings, a tempting target but would be hard to transport from the train. Carmelita continued through the carriage into a second art carriage, filled with sculptors of gods and deities carved into granite and stone and large glass cases with dozens of priceless cultural artifacts locked inside. The room was deadly silent apart from the muffled hum of the train's movement. Carmelita scanned the room failing to spot her prize, she then moved slower looking over the items in glass cases. The emptiness of the room allowed her to beckon Sly over directly. Sly walked over to her and began looking through the case, small statues and trinkets, but nothing like his target.

“Is it there?" Carmelita asked

Sly looked over again, counting each item “No, it's not here and I assume a no from you as well?"

“Yes, so we've got nowhere else to go?" Carmelita responded, her rage once again rising

“If it's not here… it's at the castle" Sly said watching as her face grew angrier

“I was told it was confirmed by every source possible, that it would be on this damn train!" Carmelita began raising her voice again

“Well, so much for Interpol intelligence." Sly joked to himself While the vixen crossed her arms and looked around the room once again “I gave you my word, we're going to see where this train goes, as long as you're staying here"

Carmelita took a deep breath “As long, as you follow my lead and tell me everything you know?"

“As long as it won't lead me into a jail cell. Okay… ask away" Sly replied

“Well, if you're useful enough I'll talk to the judge, about a couple years off" She replied smiling as she displayed her sharp teeth.

“Gee, thanks" Sly Chuckled as Carmelita stood again with renewed confidence. To remain inconspicuous the pair walked forward through the train, passing through a couple more carriages of fine art before reaching a dining car. As Sly stepped inside he looked around at the other quietly eating patrons, at tables next to the wide windows, providing a glimpse into the dark mountains outside. Sly sat down in the window-side chair, the well-dressed vixen sat opposite the raccoon who wore his clothes poorly. Sly looked around the carriage seeing ten or so people quietly enjoying their meals, while Carmelita looked at the cutlery and napkins on the table.

Sly turned back to face Carmelita as she prepared to ask a few questions “Why are you looking for this artifact?"

Sly screwed his face and showed Carmelita a face of confusion, He then spoke “Because I heard it was valuable. Simple as"

Carmelita rolled her eyes, the answer was obvious, but she still knew he had a separate angle to this. “How much do you know about… this?" She whispered over the table, as she looked through the carriage for anyone listening in.

“A chance for a load of rich fools, to waste their money on illicit valuables. The mountainside castle and train through the Alps is probably just set dressing for a boring auction." Sly whispered back as he leaned closer to Carmelita than ever before, she was still tense, watching him for any tricks or deception. As they passed through a tunnel once again a short goat pulling a food cart walked to their table, as the pair sat back, he quickly placed down the food. It was some sort of expensive stew with a minuscule portion size and a small plate. Food designed to be talked around and looked at rather than eaten. After putting the “meals" down on the table, the short goat pulled his cart away with him, moving further down the carriage to another waiting couple.

“Wait, you said Probably?" Carmelita asked as they leaned back in

“Yes" Sly replied as he looked down at the expertly crafted food on his plate, but he decided to pass on this meal.

“Well, do you mean probably, as in not sure?" Carmelita asked, she was thinking now how much she'd rather not be here, especially with her forced ally, who was more unprepared than she was.

“The tip regarding this was short notice, besides plans never survive first contact" Sly replied smiling, watching as Carmelita furred her brow as her anger began rising once again

“Don't worry, I've robbed hundreds of places like this, and with disguises it's gonna be trivial" Sly explained as he casually poked the food with one of the forks, picking apart the different layers and ingredients.

“If things get rough, I'm not bailing you out Ringtail!" Carmelita replied, sighing as she leant back in the booth. Sly understandingly smiled as he continued fiddling with everything on the table. Carmelita was starting to think she should've gone for a speedy exit from this train while things seemed alright just now. She had her doubts, once they entered the castle, security would increase as they neared the artifact. Sly in turn was rather bored, while he had no equipment with him, he was sure this heist would be a cakewalk, his real concern was about Carmelita, He hoped with the cooperation, he could convince her he wasn't so bad. But that was currently going very poorly.

For a few more minutes they sat in the carriage watching as the night outside grew darker and the rich guests within the train gradually became intoxicated. Carmelita drew attention to the castle carved into the mountain across from them, the railway track winding around to the bottom of the castle, forming its only connection to the outside world. “Certainly impressive" Sly mused; he'd have his work cut out for him here. While Carmelita internally cursed her Interpol superiors for sending her into a poorly planned infiltration mission, she lacked the skills to fulfil, maybe it was for the best she had a professional to help. 'Even if he was an annoying, self-assured criminal who isn't at all trustworthy!... at least he's cute-no! why would you even think that!' Carmelita was now angry at her own thoughts, in addition to the raccoon across from her. Her thoughts of anger faded as she felt the train gradually slow as it drew nearer towards the castle. Her anxiety returned as dozens of scenarios were ran though her mind, then it hit her...

If the train is the only way in...

a quick escape wasn't really on the cards.

the locomotive pulled into the small station below the castle, the doors pulled open by dutiful servants as the rich guests began gathering on the platform, waiting to be guided inside. As Sly stepped down onto the platform he estimated around 300-400 guests and a few other security guards keeping watch on the platform. The platform was buried in hostile terrain, a stone path wound up to the castle, its pointed spires illuminated in the moonlight. As he looked past the crowd on the platform all he saw was a barbed Wire fence and the rows of alpine trees that stretched far behind it covered in fresh rain, luckily it had stopped before they'd arrived. As Carmelita squeezed past him, the large crowd turned to face someone obscured from Sly's view

“Welcome!... esteemed guests. I hope you all enjoyed the journey on my personal locomotive!" The masculine voice had a heavy mid-Atlantic accent and was enthusiastically loud “Now, if you don't know me... I see a lot of new faces in this crowd, my name is Arthur G. Brookhart and I hope you all enjoy your stay at the Fürstiem castle. We have some very beautiful items ready for bidding, many very expensive pieces. So, hope you have all brought your check books!" Laughter emanated from the crowd, as Sly and Carmelita looked through the crowd at their surroundings. After some short laughter from the man himself he settled the crowd “Well, I should keep us waiting! Just follow me and we'll be out of the dreadful cold in no time!" With that proclamation the crowd began moving forward to the steep path up to the castle, as they followed the crowd Sly looked to his left at the large train engine that had caused him so much trouble an hour ago, even after a journey through the alps the steam locomotive looked factory new, with glossy paint and a shining metal boiler. As the crowd moved away from the train and towards the stone path, winding up to the castle. Carmelita and Sly remained close, while the crowd around them engaged in small talk, the vixen and raccoon each taking mental notes of the security around their only exit from this stronghold. The path itself was wide enough for a car, but the tight S-shaped bends would prevent any vehicles from being used, even if they could have been brought here. They couldn't see much from beyond the crowd Infront and behind, as they passed the first bend and turned left Mr Brookhart began speaking again “Sorry for the climb, folks! I'd thought about installing an escalator, but I think it would've clashed with the Romantic style!" everyone laughed while Carmelita and sly failed to react.

Carmelita was feeling the cold as they neared the castle gates, the smooth stone walls, elegant stained-glass windows and cone shaped roofs. It wasn't a medieval castle of war, but a 17th century aristocrats holiday home, they could escape from one castle to another more isolated castle. As the crowd began filtering through the gate and into the courtyard, Sly slipped out the crowd, Carmelita noticing quickly followed. “So where from here?" She asked as she got closer to Sly, he had stopped by the wall and was looking out into the darkness

“Just taking in view" he replied as his view drifted up into the stars, looking at them unobscured by light pollution. They were calm, hundreds of stars so large and far-away, all completely untouched. Carmelita's thoughts disappeared as she looked up, her mind stopping to let her eyes take it all in. They both stood for a few seconds letting their minds focus on the wonders of a vast cosmos, unimaginably large and uncaring, but reassuringly beautiful.

“We shouldn't keep them waiting, eh?" Carmelita said, giving a gentle elbow to the waiting raccoon. He smiled, as they walked towards the gate

“So, what next partner?" Sly asked as they passed under the imposing portcullis.

“Well, temporary associate. We find out where the items are and then grab them." Carmelita Replied

Sly laughed “Are you sure that's not a little too complicated?" Carmelita jabbed her shoulder into his side, making sly flinch in pain.

“Very funny, Ringtail" the fox said as the entered the courtyard, a scattered crowd of guests entering the castle through the large wooden doors across from the gate. They sped over to follow the crowd inside. The courtyard had been set up with tables, chairs and a large stage, to be made use of if the weather hadn't of been so poor. As the crowd outside shrank further and further, Sly and Carmelita got closer to the doors, looking at each other as if it were a final threshold to be crossed. Stepping through the open doors they entered a large hall with a pair of staircases that led to the balcony above, the crowds of guests were now standing in large groups throughout the spacious entrance. The pairs vison was drawn to the balcony, a well-dressed wolf leaning overlooking down at the party... His party. That was Arthur G. Brookhart, a typical well-dressed rich playboy, his brown fur and expertly combed hair. Sly had never heard of him, but his entire style was déjà vu, of a dozen other people Sly had robbed.

After talking for a minute with some staff on the balcony, he gestured for the guest's attention “Here we are! Beautiful castle Fürstiem. Now before I let you wander and drink to your hearts content, there are a few rules! Rule one: do not enter the top two floors or the basement. Rule two: In an hour and half, the auction will start and if you fail to get a seat in the great hall before that, you will be unable to bid on any items! Rule three: this is a private event and should remain private, So no phone calls, social media posts or videos!" Carmelita smiled; it was weird to hear his accent say, “social media". But his rule around restricted areas gave her an idea of where to start looking for their artifacts. Brookhart continued his speech “Rule four and rule five are both similar and important, spend some money and Have fun!... Oh, and don't overdo it on the booze!" a hearty laugh echoed around the room as the wolf disappeared from view. As the guests returned to their conversations, Waiters entered from the side doors carrying drinks and food.

Carmelita nudged Sly “We should get some more info about this place and if nothing comes up, we sneak into the restricted areas"

“You're getting better at this already" Sly replied as they began walking towards a new room “You know a lot of your skills would transfer over to this line of work easily"

“With the way my bosses are pushing me, that offer seems more temping by the minute. Or its just some weird version of Stockholm syndrome." Carmelita joked, her anger was towards Sly was fading, either by being slowly ground down over the course of the night or she was actually starting to like him, at least as working partner. 'Then again one this is over; I could go for a quiet night with... not again! stupid horny brain!' she scolded her own lewd thoughts as the entered a new room, piled high with bookshelves and a fireplace. A simple reading room for whoever used to live here. A few other guests filter into the room as Sly looked through the bookshelf. All the books were old tomes, untouched in decades other than that, the only thing that united the collection was the faded German lettering across the collection's spines. While Sly looked through the books Carmelita looked around the room, the carpet was faded and worn, but kept together by its high-quality materials and handcrafted design. The stone fireplace was also worn by age, the stone blackened and bottom covered in decades old ash. The high roof drew attention to a faded coat of arms on the celling, Symbols illegible. The room was an example of the castles fading memory of its original owner. Her thoughts were interrupted by someone walking over to her side... someone not raccoon shaped. “It's a shame to see it all so faded like this" his tone was attempting to remain calm under a wave of terror and down to earth; the vixen turned her head left to get a look at his face. He was a coyote, his small frame and stature, a look of discomfort and lacking confidence, was endearing. His short blonde hair and piercing emerald eyes were, rather enchanting. Carmelita stared at his face for what felt like an hour, his cute and diminutive physique, tied with his beautiful eyes and well styled hair. His entire appearance contrasted itself between attractive suitor and wimpy 20-year-old, especially with the tailored suit and bow tie combo.

“Hello" Carmelita said abruptly, hoping to end her awkward pause.

“Hello, sorry for sneaking up on you there, miss. Just noticed you were appreciating the castles original design" His voice was quiet and unsteady.

“Yep, just taking it all in, haven't been to an exclusive event like this before. The castle seems like it's seen a lot of history" Carmelita replied, shifting her stance to something that looked more relaxed.

“Every castle you can think of has seen nations rise and fall, residents come and go. This place has seen every major empire in Europe rise then fall" his face was a forced smile turning more genuine; he was clearly happy to be talking with someone about his interests.

“Won't be long in its eyes till we're just an old memory" Carmelita shared, his smile widened, and his eyes looked into hers “It's funny no matter what anyone does they'll become part of history. Even those who are focused solely on the future"

“I assume you have an interest in history?" he asked, looking happier and happier, he seemed very interested in history

“Couldn't put it another way. So yes" Carmelita knew more history than the average person but was still far from an expert

he walked over to a doorway deeper into the castle “If we go somewhere quiet, I'll give a more in-depth history lesson on this place!" he looked over his shoulder and smiled at the crimson dressed vixen.

“Sure" Carmelita hoped this history would be interesting or helpful later. She quickly walked back to where Sly was, tapping him on the shoulder and telling him where she was going.

As she re-joined him, they began traversing the castles large corridors the old stone architecture and faded rugs made the place feel forgotten. “So, who was the raccoon?" He asked, Carmelita decided to give him an honest answer.

“An old friend, he's a bit of a handful to hang out with" Carmelita explained in vague terms

“Ah, I see" He replied, turning silent as they continued through the castle towards... somewhere. The walk felt longer than it was as they wound Through sprawling stone corridors, occasionally passing someone in the hall, mostly guests and Waiters. They finally stopped after climbing a spiral staircase, into a renovated section of the castle. The carpet was new, stone had been polished and cleaned, and modern doors with access pads next to them “This is it, quiet and comfortable" he said as he punched something into the touchscreen on the wall. The door unlocked and he pulled it open letting her step inside the expensive bedroom, it included a balcony, desk, Flat screen and fully stocked mini fridge. “I forgot to ask you your name?" He chuckled rubbing the back of his head as he walked over sitting down on the end of the red and black king-sized bed.

“Mari" Carmelita said, overthinking her choice of name.

“I'm Alec. Beautiful name, is it Finnish?" He asked taking his overcoat off.

“Yep, my mother was Finnish, father is from the US" Carmelita replied, sitting down on the bed next to him “So about that history lesson?"

“Oh yes of course" he jumped up and stood Infront of Carmelita “So the castle was built in 1828 to serve as royal getaway. In 1871 it became part of the German empire, The mountains surrounding us were used for hiking and the training of climbers. During the great war, it was used as a centre for training Austrian Officer's in alpine combat and Mountaineering tactics. During the German revolution it was stormed by Socialist Militias looking to capture members of Germany nobility. It was then seized by the friekorps, then finally Turned into a national monument." The Coyote's explanation was brief but dense

“Seems awfully out of the way for everyone to be fighting over this castle" Carmelita commented

“That's the main point most groups took this place thinking it'd be used as a final escape point. Then they'd flee through Austria and onto the Balkans or Italy!" Alec was knowledgeable and energetic now his passion was on full display, Carmelita assumed not many people asked him to explain history to him.

“During the second world war it was used as a backup command centre for German garrisons in the Alps. By 1943 it was used to store stolen art, Treasure, Literature and gold from occupied Europe. It was eventually taken by American and French forces nine days before the end of the war in Europe. After that it changed hands a few times before Mr Brookhart." He ended his lecture sitting back down on the bed next to Carmelita. Alec was entertaining in a dork-ish way.

“I assume Mr Brookhart is your boss?" Carmelita enquired Putting a hand on his thigh

She watched as his face lit up red, Alec's calm demeanour evaporated instantly, replaced by a growing sense of Unsureness.

“Y-yes, I tell the history part of the t-tour" Alec sputtered out as Carmelita figured out how to squeeze him, she drew closer to him watching as his personal mixture of unfamiliar territory and Arousal made him melt under her slightest touch.

“Uh are you sure about this m-miss?" Alec asked,

“Well Coyote, I've got to pay for the lesson somehow?" Carmelita smiled taking it further, she pushed him down onto the bed and positioned herself above him “Or I can send you a check?"

“T-t-this will w-work" Alec replied.

“Good, I'd love to learn more about tonight's event" Carmelita replied. She hoped that sounded sexy.

“There's quite a-a-a few lucrative items, up for bidding!" Alec fumbled over his word as Carmelita rested her weight on top of him. She began slowly brushing her paw through his hair and around his quivering face. A mix of intimidation and Arousal from the little coyote.

“I'm interested in 2 little statues, a, silver Venus fertility idol and a mahogany Statuette? Tell me the interesting history and I'll repay you" Carmelita said drawing closer to him, feeling his fast breathing on her muzzle as he thought for a moment.

“W-well the Silver Venus Fertility idol, A-as the name suggests was meant to increase chances of pregnancy, through prayer. Because of the age of it we're not supposed to handle it without gloves." Alec explained his smiled widened as he relayed facts and thought of his reward. Carmelita thought back to that woman on the train, imagining herself in that situation, being so large and gravid, feeling her strong husband stroke and caress her sensitive and tight skin, holding it perfectly in his arms, Carmelita watching her body grow more, motherly.

“Hm-m this talk of Fertility is giving me ideas" Carmelita said, biting her lip as felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. She pulled his shirt off and inspected his chest, the scrawny form and cream fur weren't very impressive, but that wasn't the main show. She rubbed his flat and skinny body as she mentally composed herself. She could fantasise later, right now she needed to remain focused and get out quick, before she did something very dumb.

“The-t-the Mahogany Statuette is representative of the dynamic between male and female, like the gender s-spectrum!" He blurted out, she felt something poke against her middle, an indication of his enthusiasm.

“And where would these be now? I'd just love to get all the details, then I can give you a reward" Carmelita said as she hugged him closely and reached a hand onto his ass, it was flat as paper, but she hoped he'd spill the beans from all this attention.

“O-o-on the 7th floor they're each being prepared for the auction! They each weigh around 4kg, they were brought in by Mr Brookhart private helicopter!" Alec blurted out, it seemed he was already “Reliving tension" So to speak.

“Now that's a good boy" Carmelita, realized then she needed an exit strategy before things got too Intense “Before we get down to it, I'd like your phone number"

“Oh, I'll write it down for you!" He got up from the bed and went over to the desk.

While He wrote his Number down, Carmelita inspected the mini fridge. 'To hard, glass would cut... this should work' Carmelita thought.

*SMACK* Alec was introduced to a champagne Bucket

*THUD* He then became acquainted with the Floor.

“Sorry, Alec hope you don't remember this, it's not your fault" Carmelita said quickly Pulling him onto the bed, he'd just look passed out. As she turned away to leave, she stopped. After a deep sigh she grabbed his phone number off the table. The vixen Walked as fast as she could through the castle, hopefully Sly was in the same place and then hopefully they could move quickly out of here.