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The battle had left Tiko covered in muck, sweat, ichor, dust, and the assorted detritus that accumulated in dark caves. The grimacing cheetah lifted a hand and summoned a Personal Raincloud that began to drench him and wash all the grime away. Another flick of a wrist sent the Personal Raincloud away and replaced it with Internal Warmth that made the water still clinging to him dissolve into steam. In addition to being clean, the process had also added a nice luster to his fur.

Even in the depths of the darkest of dungeons, an adventurer had to look the part.

Tiko sheathed his broadknife and inspected the remains of the monster he had been battling. "Now let's see what you really were," he said while pulling out his copy of Martigard's Pocket Monster Field Guide. The monster had been sheathed in the darkness of the cave, all black lashing tentacles and two white opalescent eyes. Tiko grew increasingly concerned as he flipped past page after page seeing nothing that remotely resembled that. All he could find was a brief mention in the index. ("For full description, purchase a copy of Martigard's Complete Monster Field Guide. Available in convenient three-volume set.") "An ink-succubus, huh?"

Tiko glanced at the black pool that was all that was left of the creature. The guide said the ink-succubus was classified as a level 25 difficulty. Tiko had never managed anything above level 18 without help. Probably it had just been young or injured.

Hopefully.

Tiko tucked the guide away and clapped his hands. "All right. Let's see what created you. I need some loot to make this trip worthwhile."

But a quick scouring of the cave turned up almost nothing. Monsters would typically scrounge money and low-quality gear from unfortunate passersby and stuff them into random chests or pots they found, but not so here. All the cheetah could find was a single item resting on a pedestal that was resting in deepest reaches of the cave. It was a helm, of sorts. It had a mask of black with white highlights that would rest above the muzzle and a piece of cloth that covered the rest of the muzzle. Only, it was like no cloth Tiko had ever seen. It was pure black and rippled almost like liquid, or, he supposed, like ink.

The cheetah fumbled in his backpack for a scroll of detection and held it between himself and the item before activating the scroll with a pulse of mana. Words etched themselves across the scroll as though written by a ghostly hand.

"Mask of the ink-succubus"

Okay, that made perfectly good sense as to why an ink-succubus was guarding it.

"Silences wearer"

Not a deal-breaker. The few cantrips Tiko knew required a thought and a gesture. He didn't need to speak to work.

"Reduces noise made by wearer by 80%"

Now that was good. Tiko had considered getting some assassin training and this would be perfect for that.

"Increases charisma by 30 levels"

Tiko stared.

More words were being written on the scroll, but Tiko didn't even notice them. They didn't matter. They couldn't possibly matter. The cheetah was silently doing arithmetic in his head. His best charisma set had an eight level bonus, and that was the whole set, not a single item. With a 30 level bonus, he could sweet talk his way into anywhere.

Except he couldn't. The mask also silenced you.

So that was the trick. Incredibly charismatic but you had to find ways of being charismatic that didn't involve your voice.

Tiko was game, especially for stats like those. He tossed the scroll aside without reading the rest and picked the mask up. It wriggled for a moment under his touch. When he checked it to make sure it wasn't still moving, he saw that the contours of the mask had reshaped themselves to fit a more feline face. He smiled. Convenient. He had been worried for a moment if he would even be able to wear it.

Tiko plucked off the headband he normally wore (which offered a measly two levels of stamina and one of agility) and tucked it into a pocket before sliding the mask over his face. It wriggled again until it was fitting his face perfectly, and then the muzzle-piece slid down of its own accord and covered his mouth. It was an unusual sensation, like some thin liquid slipping and sliding under his fur. Tiko was surprised to find that there was no band to hold it in place, but when he lifted the mask, it stuck gently to his fur. It would pull away with a touch of effort, but he didn't see any reason to take it off now.

Tiko checked around the cave once more, gathered his equipment, and set off back towards town.

It was a good hike that took an overnight stop. Thankfully outside there were few dangers. Tiko camped often and whipped together quickly foraged meals, which he kept trying to shove through his new mask, completely forgetting he was still wearing it. He laughed (silently, of course) and peeled back the lower part of the mask to let him eat properly.

He arrived in town the next day just as the sun was setting. The guard recognized him and let him in, but Tiko had a weird feeling that the guard kept watching him. A quick glance of his shoulder confirmed it, but the guard's eyes seemed fixed on his butt. That put a little pep in the cheetah's step and his tail swayed from side to side. It had been a while since he felt so physically appreciated.

Of course Tiko wanted to stop at the inn for a long, long bath, but there was a more important duty first: emptying his packs. He stopped in at Faden's, the local adventurer's trader. Faden had been an adventurer once himself, and had the battle-scars to prove it. The wolf wore an eye patch and one of his ears was almost completely gone. Cuts criss-crossed his fur, some of which were caused by some unusual magical effect that dyed the fur above it. Faden didn't mind his looks: the wolf wore sleeveless shirts that emphasized his impressive physique. "Tiko," he said amiably as the cheetah walked in, "is that you under there, my boy?"

Tiko grinned and nodded.

The wolf's ears lifted and then flattened. "Not even a greeting for your old pal Faden?"

Tiko tapped his mask and then made a gesture with his hand of a mouth speaking and then going silent.

Faden scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Fascinating. Never seen a magical item like that before. You be careful with that, my boy. Now let's see what your haul was."

Tiko emptied his loot pack onto the counter. There was sadly little to it thanks to the emptiness of the ink-succubus's lair. Still, Faden carefully inspected each item with his good eye. At the end of it, he sighed and said, "I'm afraid I can only give you fourteen for the lot."

Tiko was surprised. He'd thought it was worth twenty, maybe twenty-five at least. Fourteen barely covered his expenses.

Underneath the mask, Tiko grinned. Haggling required charisma, and now he had charisma to spare.

As Faden reached out with his arms to pull the collection of loot towards him, Tiko touched the wolf's hand and shook his head. Faden froze.

The cheetah lifted his hand and rubbed his fingers together in the universal gesture for money.

Faden lifted his arms and relaxed, a smirk across his muzzle. "All right. I suppose you have been such a reliable supplier. I can go eighteen."

Tiko waited just a beat and then began pulling the loot back to himself across the counter.

"Who are you even going to sell that to then?" Faden asked with just a touch of irritation.

Tiko jerked his thumb towards the south end of town.

"Karyl. That bitch."

Karyl had moved into town a few months back, trying to supplant Faden. So far she hadn't succeeded but Faden's business wasn't as successful as it had once been.

"Look," the wolf said imploringly, "I can offer twenty-one, but that's as high as I can go. I still need to be able to turn a profit here."

Sensing an opportunity, Tiko continued to pull the loot towards him.

"Wait!" Faden's hand gripped Tiko's shoulder, but it was surprisingly gentle. "Perhaps I can offer you something else to sweeten the pot? Come around behind the counter."

Tiko left the loot where it was and stepped around the counter, inspecting the various items there. There were quite a lot of relics back there from Faden's adventuring days, items with value more sentimental than monetary. But if the wolf was willing to part with them...

The wolf laughed and gestured for the cheetah to come closer. "No, you silly cat, over here."

Tiko stepped up until he was within arm's reach of the wolf, but his eyes stayed on the walls, perusing the items on display.

"No, right here." The wolf reached out and pulled Tiko's hand down between his own legs, pressing against his sheath through his leather pants.

Tiko was momentarily stunned. Sure Faden was handsome, and sure half the adventurers in town, male and female, had wistfully talked of bedding him, but Tiko had never received so much as a wink or flirtatious comment from the wolf before now. It had to be the mask's doing.

But it was only a small part of Tiko's brain considering. The bulk of his thoughts were on the sheath underneath his touch.

"I take it my offer has some appeal?" the wolf said with a chuckle, while Tiko was fumbling with the clasp on Faden's pants. He seemed content to wait until the cheetah successfully brought them down around his ankles.

A half-hard shaft greeted Tiko, and the cheetah began eagerly stroking it with one hand while coaxing the sheath down with the other. Rivulets of pre crept down the veined length and the shaft throbbed eagerly at the slightest touch. His cock was even larger than the adventurer's guild gossip suggested. Beneath it, his balls swung heavily. He felt awfully pent up.

Tiko shivered and began leaning in to suck on the head of that delicious-looking shaft, only for it to bounce off the mask he was still wearing. For a moment, Tiko was terribly confused. He was supposed to suck it. That felt so right, and yet the mask prevented him from doing so.

The cheetah was broken out of his confusion by the wolf reaching down to tug gently at the mask. "Here," he said. "Let's get that off of you."

Worried that removing the mask would break the spell and remove any interest Faden had in him, Tiko clutched at it and held it tight to his face.

"Oh, you like to keep that on during sex?" The wolf chuckled. "I can respect that. Why don't you get up on the counter instead?"

The cheetah, still stunned by the recent developments, took a few seconds to process what the wolf was implying. But once he caught on, he had his own pants off, his tail high, and his ass lifted within two seconds.

The wolf stepped away for a moment to fetch a bottle and he poured a few drops of something warm and soothing under Tiko's tail, then worked the slippery fluid into him with a finger. Tiko's mouth opened in a silent moan at the feeling of being penetrated even by that finger. But then it was removed and the wolf's shaft was lined up. Faden rested a hand on Tiko's shoulder and then eased himself in with surprising gentleness. Tiko wriggled as the shaft sunk deeper and deeper, and when it at last filled him up except for the knot, the feline relaxed with a deep sign of contentment. Underneath him he could feel his own belly was sticky from the excitement leaking from his shaft.

Then another customer walked in.

Tiko froze as he looked up into the eyes of Berhest, a horse who wielded a greatsword larger than Tiko himself. But Berhest wasn't looking at him, but instead at Faden. "Good day," he said, as if nothing unusual was going on. "Have time to look at some things?"

"Sure, sure," Faden said, although there was an edge of exertion in his voice. He lifted back from Tiko and then slid in suddenly and smoothly once more. "Was just in the middle of negotiating with Tiko here."

The horse nodded. "What's he worth?"

"Ah, fuck," the wolf eased out and thrust in hard again. "I haven't had a good lay like this in months. And the way he is squeezing me... He's worth thirty at least."

Tiko, lost in pleasure and still stunned by Berhest's entrance, lifted a hand and weakly made a motion to go higher.

Faden laughed and pulled out just enough to give him access to the cheetah's ass for a quick swat. Then he was right back to fucking. "All right, all right. Forty then."

Berhest took a step back and eyed Tiko critically. The cheetah watched as the horse's hand dropped down and began to rub idly at the growing tent in front of his own pants. "Don't suppose I could get in on that for Forty as well?"

Tiko frantically shook his head. He already felt he was testing his limits with Faden's girth. There was no way he'd be able to take Berhest as well.

"Fifty?" the horse offered.

Tiko kept refusing. At this point the price wasn't the object, his ability to walk was.

"Another time perhaps," Faden said amiably. "Now come on, show me what you brought."

The pace of Faden's fucking slowed to a gentle love-making as he looked at the items Berhest brought out of his pack. The horse said little, but he did pull out his cock and stroke himself while watching wolf and cheetah go at it. Tiko couldn't take his eyes off it. When the horse's hand slipped away to gesture to something on the wall, Tiko couldn't stop himself: he reached out and caressed the length. The shaft was massive and it just felt so good under his fingers, pulsing gently. Berhest snorted down at him. "If you're going to start, I expect you to finish."

Tiko nodded and wriggled both his arms out from underneath himself. He groaned as another thrust from the wolf pressed him hard against the countertop. He wrapped his hands around the massive length in front of him, so enthralled by it he almost was oblivious to the cock slipping in and out of himself. It took both his hands to wrap fully around the length and Berhest snorted again as he started to work his hands up and down the length. A huge bead of pre squeezed out and soaked his hand. "Let's pick this up later," he said to the wolf, placing a hand on the counter and starting to thrust into Tiko's grip.

The cheetah watched the head of that giant shaft slide close to his head and pull away. He kept watching it approach and slip away, approach and slip away. Once again, Tiko brought his head around to let the shaft slide into his muzzle and was surprised when it bounced off again due to the mask. A momentary frustration at being unable to suck that incredible shaft was tempered by the knowledge that it might well have choked him with its size.

A giggle tried to rise up in Tiko's chest only to be silenced by the magic of the mask. Oh no, he thought, I'll have to content myself with stroking off the biggest cock I've ever seen and get paid in the process.

A sharp tug on the cheetah's tail brought his attention around to his backside once again. Faden was slamming his hips forward and leaning down so low that Tiko felt pinned against the countertop. He couldn't even wiggle his hips to get a bit of extra stimulation by rubbing his cock against the (thankfully smooth) countertop. As the wolf hovered on the edge of climax, the horse snorted again. "Don't forget about me," he said.

Tiko tried his best to pleasure the horse while he also tried pushing his hips back against Faden to help the older wolf over the edge. He wished he could speak through the mask: it would have been nice to coax him through with his voice, encouraging words or just plaintive moans. He wanted to do both.

"Come on, Faden," Berhest said. "Don't distract him for too long."

"Little whelp," the wolf said, despite Berhest being taller than him. "I've earned the right to take as long as I want."

Berhest rolled his eyes and continued to thrust up into Tiko's grasp.

But Faden did pick up the pace again and moment's later, Tiko felt him straining and his cock surging as warm seed spurted inside him. The wolf collapsed back after cleaning himself up a bit and Berhest didn't let Tiko have even a moment's rest before shoving his cock right in the cheetah's masked face. "Get to it," he said with another snort.

Tiko's arms felt weak from the awkward position and rough physical activity but he felt compelled to continue, working his hands up and down the horse's length and feeling the burn in his shoulders from the repetitive motion. Thankfully Berhest still had youthful enthusiasm and lust and it took barely a minute more before the horse shot a massive load into the air, half of it splattering onto the counter.

* * *

Tiko barely registered the next hour or so. He got paid, and paid well, for his goods and services, and Berhest even tipped him. Then he staggered out of the store and down the road to The Chimera's Tail, the finest inn in town, despite still being covered in cum. The cheetah barely remembered putting a single coin, barely enough for a cheap room, on the bar, and being immediately escorted into the suite. Tiko sank into a freshly drawn bath with barely enough presence of mind to take his clothes off first, all except for the mask. He had honestly forgotten he was still wearing it; it felt so natural. But by then the warm water was seeping into his aching muscles and he couldn't be bothered to take it off.

He almost fell asleep in the warm water. When he finally did pull himself out, he staggered the few feet to the incredibly plush bed and fell asleep without even bothering to put any clothes on.

And then, Tiko dreamed.

Tiko knew it was a dream because there was a distance between his thoughts and actions that only came to him in dreams, as though he were following a script written by his subconscious and his conscious mind could only alter a few details.

He dreamed he was hungry. But the hunger was not for food. It was a deep-seated knowledge that he needed something. He was wandering in search of it, naked in the streets of the town. Cool breeze ruffled his thin fur and should have made him shiver. Stars glistened in the sky above like fragments of sunshine broken up by the surface of a river.

He was searching for people. There were people in the street, but only a few and they weren't the right kind of people. He knew this with the certainty that only came in dreams: they didn't fit the script his subconscious had written. Besides, there was the weird way they acted around him. Whenever they took notice of him, they looked about to say something, and then thought better of it. From that moment on, they ignored him completely and Tiko was happy for that for reasons he could not explain. They were not the people he needed. He needed lots of people, all together in the same place.

His feet shifted track, turning him towards the far-off sounds of revelry and music. With an unexplained excitement in his chest, Tiko walked faster and soon came upon a tavern. It was called The Frothy Mug. Tiko had spent many evenings there. The rooms were cheap, the beer even cheaper. The perfect place for an adventurer who'd had a bad day of questing, but also any townsfolk who couldn't afford better. It did a raucous business at nearly all hours.

When Tiko entered, a few took notice and then ignored him, as the ones outside had done. Tiko felt invisible. While people moved aside so as not to walk straight into him, no one seemed to look directly at him anymore. He could work unnoticed. He would have made an excellent burglar, if he had been so inclined, but he had other, more pressing, needs. He was still so hungry.

The cheetah felt a moment of surprise and almost woke up when, instead of proceeding to the bar, he slipped onto all fours and crawled under a table. He couldn't imagine why, but the sense of hunger drove him. There was just enough room for him to maneuver between the legs of the tables and the legs of the patrons. All he could see of the myriad guests were their legs, tails, maybe a hand resting on a thigh. each of the guests were weighed and measured in Tiko's mind, searching for that indescribable something that would sate the now churning need within him.

The cheetah finally found the one he was looking for in a burly, shirtless badger who sat with his knees spread wide under the table, revealing an impressive package tenting the cloth of his pants. Tiko reached out and caressed the bulge. The badger shifted once, but then, just as all the other people had done, stopped noticing Tiko's presence. He didn't react at all as Tiko carefully, almost daintily, pulled the flap aside and began directly caressing the badger's cock. Steadily it pulsed and thickened, growing to an impressive width but slightly shorter than average length. Tiko watched it throbbing and once more began to move his head forward to take the shaft into his muzzle.

This time there was no resistance. Instead of stopping at the mask, this time the liquid-cloth of the muzzle covering parted easily for the shaft and let it slide right into Tiko's salivating mouth. The shaft was still wrapped in the strange material of the mask, so Tiko couldn't put his tongue directly on that no-doubt delicious cock, but it didn't matter. In fact, as Tiko pulled back slightly, the fabric of the mask stayed partially rigid, leaving a simulacrum of the length inside Tiko's mouth.

The cheetah began to bob his head eagerly in the badger's lap, sucking as hard and eagerly as he could. Above him, the badger was still oblivious, telling a rather raunchy story in between gulps of ale. The only part of him which paid any attention to Tiko was the shaft itself, which throbbed eagerly in his mouth. Tiko pulled off briefly to nuzzle the length and found it dripping with a combination of pre and saliva, so perhaps the mask was letting some liquids pass through it. Tiko, driven by hunger, returned to quickly thrusting his muzzle over the badger's shaft while massaging the twin orbs underneath it. He was quickly rewarded with a powerful orgasm that sent warm seed over his tongue. Tiko eagerly swallowed it down.

Yes, that had been exactly what he was craving. But still the hunger persisted, lessened.

So Tiko gently reclothed the badger, who was continuing his tail without even so much as a hitch caused by his orgasm, and moved down below the table on all fours, seeking out another target. As he went he continued nursing on the shape of the badger's cock which the mask maintained. It hadn't even lost any definition. Tiko could still pick out the veins of the badger's shaft in the fabric.

As he crawled, Tiko was dimly aware of his own shaft beneath him, dripping with eagerness. He hadn't even gotten off with Faden and Berhest earlier, but he didn't mind. The urge to find someone else far exceeded his need to orgasm.

The next target of Tiko's desires was a tiger who shaft ended up being so long that it filled Tiko's whole muzzle and then some, forcing the cheetah to deep-throat him. But the littler feline didn't mind. He was even thrilled by how easy it seemed to be for him now and just kept his head pushed down into the fur of the tiger's hips, swallowing and suckling until the tiger came directly into his throat. When Tiko moved away, the fabric of the mask kept the form of the tiger's long shaft, forcing the cheetah to continue practicing his deep-throating skills.

As Tiko's comfort with his dream grew, he found himself faced with more opportunities than he could pleasure with just his muzzle alone. He would fellate one while his hand worked another, and his long tail teased a third. At one point, he was teasing twin cougar mercenaries, gripping them both around the base of their shafts, and bobbing his muzzle first on one then on the other. He managed to get them to climax at the same time, but was sadly only to have one squirt down in his muzzle. The other one was sadly spent on the floor, and Tiko looked at the missed seed with a touch of sadness before moving on to his next target.

The hunger faded away and a haze of happiness descended over him. Tiko lost track of time, but was pretty sure, when the dream was over, that he had sucked off half the tavern.

* * *

Tiko woke up feeling better than he had in months. Everything just felt so right in the world. His tail was whipping back and forth with uncontained energy, although he couldn't explain to himself why. He felt, for lack of a better word, pretty. It was a rare moment for Tiko to understand that he looked good and that others thought he looked good and to feel pride in that. But he did.

He paused at the suite's mirror to admire his naked reflection.

Well, not entirely naked. There was still the mask with its blackness covering his muzzle, although now there was a hole at the center of it, leading right into his mouth. Perfect for sucking cocks, he thought, and remembered the dream-badger who had been the first target of his affections. The fabric of the mask rippled and Tiko mmphed in surprise as he felt a replica of that shaft slide into place within his muzzle. He shivered, having to grip the wall to steady himself as he sucked on that length needily. Sure, he'd spent his whole dream sucking guys off, but those weren't real, and he suddenly craved to be going down on a real guy right then and there.

Tiko donned his adventuring gear, but kept most of his clothes packed away except for a minimalist loincloth. He didn't feel the need to hide himself, and he wanted everyone to see how good he looked right now.

Downstairs, the innkeep seemed momentarily agog at the nearly naked cheetah, but a small piece of copper slid on the bar, barely worth anything, not only kept the innkeep from complaining, but had him making promises that the room would be kept available for Tiko's use as long as he wanted.

Tiko headed out for the adventurer's post board, to see what quests he could finish today. Halfway there, he was halted by a voice bellowing, "Halt!"

Tiko spun around, noticing as he did that the mask reshaped itself. His mouth was left empty, the hole at the front filling itself in so it looked like an ordinary mask. There, across the street, was a bull paladin looking straight at him.

The paladin crossed to Tiko at a brisk walk, one hand on the hilt of his sword. "You there," he said, once in front of the cheetah, "you bear the mask of the ink-succubus."

Tiko was surprised. He'd never heard of such an item before he encountered it, and no one else in town seemed to recognize it. But the paladin had the look of an extremely experienced monster hunter. The paladin himself was gazing down at the cheetah critically. "You do not seem to be too adversely affected."

Tiko shook his head and tried to smile, although he doubted the smile could be seen through the mask.

The paladin relaxed a little, but his hand remained on his sword. "You must be quite the adept spell-caster to keep the curses on it at bay. I have had to deal with such items run amok before: an entire village was turned into an ongoing orgy within a month." He glanced from side to side. "But no one here seems negatively affected. I will be keeping a sharp eye out just in case. Please do not leave town--"

But Tiko had stopped paying attention to the paladin's rambling. his eyes had been drawn down over the bull's impressive plate armor to where a noticeable bulge had been crafted into the armor to accommodate the paladin's groin. It was said that paladin's often underwent a vow of chastity, and that even if not, they might go without sex or masturbation for months at a time. How productive might he be if he actually got off?

Tiko felt a touch of his hunger returning, and found himself hoping that his dreams would find their way to the paladin's room that night.