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Sleeping soundly on their chairs, the two black-and-white furred and quasi-identical Charrs looked almost at peace. One still wore the attire of a Scrapper from the Iron Legion, whereas the second wore rich garments that could have been attributed to humans.

Two Charrs, one name: Evon Gnashblade.

Yet, they were sleeping in the wide office decorated with engineering trinkets of every origin: weapons, gadgets, machines, sensors, everything a proper toolmaker could use at his disposition. After all, Fidus always went with the saying: “Always stay prepared. Even for what you cannot be prepared."

In a way, that office looked less a security detail's hole than a chaotic hoarder's lair, except for the well-kept desk on which were neatly placed stacks of papers and where sat Fidus Foecrush.

Another Charr, just like the two. But where the two had black-and-white fur, yellow eyes, horns pointing forward, and a nose ring… Well, he was brown-coated, blue-eyed, with ram horns… And no nose ring. That kind of piercing was dangerous during combat, and he had his fair share on behalf of Ellen Kiel; His Captain, and the same holding a seat at the council ruling Lion's Arch.

However, today… He was not there for conflict, so he leaned on his left, retrieved a little box from his desk, and placed it on the table. Then, he stood up, strutted around the table, and pulled a vial out of his pockets. He uncorked it and placed it under the Charrs' noses.

Just as expected, they instantly stirred and bounced on their chairs as their eyes opened on the office after Fidus sat in his chair, smiling at the two.

“Whe- What is this? Fidus Foecrusher! Is this a prank? What… If I learn Ellen has a hand in this, I will get her ass before the Council and have her demoted! And… Wait? Who's that guy?"

As expected, the Original Evon was the first to jump the gun. Even with his Dapper clothes, he was the same cunning bastard who sabotaged the portals during Scarlet's invasion of Lion's Arch. However, Fidus' eyes drifted to the fake, the lookalike who was put in question and remained demure before the original.

“Evon Gnashblade meet Evon Gnashblade," said Fidus with a wide grin, enjoying that situation far too much. If his Boss knew it, she might smack him on the head. Especially since she had an interest in Evon… besides pegging him economically.

“Evon…" started the original, his eyes going over his double before he scoffed. “What's this, Fidus? A joke? Are you planning to replace me with a… Fake? Such an idiot."

“I'm not an idiot, cub!" shouted back the lookalike, raising a finger towards Evon. “I fought more than you did. And I'm no idiot. I had the perfect scheme to get free drinks and food around town."

“SO IT WAS YOU! You ruined my deals with the consortium last year!"

“I don't know what you're saying," snorted the Double, crossing his arms. “I haven't done anything against you."

“You made me lose thousands of gold! Because you were present somewhere, and they-"

“SILENCE!"

Both Evon snapped their necks toward Fidus as he smacked the box he had on the desk, creating a clinging noise before he tapped it… As if to reassure himself.

“Let's get over the reasons why you're here, before you're catfighting in my office."

The two Charrs, original and double, snorted but crossed their arms and faced Fidus. Evon was still that haughty bastard, but the way the double acted was closer to a habit he had picked up through his imitation.

“Evon Gnashblade," started Fidus, addressing the original. “Ellen Kiel inspected your registers. She found you've scammed more than a hundred citizens with ley-line-infused conches to help them sleep. You got anything to say about this?"

The Original snarled, his teeth clicking at the affirmation. But then, he shrugged, his tail sweeping the air.

“Yes? If they bought it, it's their problem."

“And the thousand mails the Black Lion Company sent for your “Birthday"?"

“It's marketing! And I did not oversee that project."

Fidus rolled his eyes, but then he focused on the double… Likewise to the Original, who glared until “Evon" seemed about to shrink in his chair.

“As for you “Evon"," started Fidus. “You coerced a dozen merchants and restaurant owners into giving you free samples."

“So that was you…. I wondered why everyone avoided me when I entered the Sweet Alandra. You thief!"

“I never threatened them! I told them they would get to know the true Gnashblade!"

“Hah!"

If the original was grinning at his double's expense, Fidus was not as satisfied. He clicked his tongue and tapped the box again… With his claws, this time.

“You two…" he began, waiting for them to look at him. “You disturbed public order. This is insufficient for a sentence, but Ellen asked me to handle those matters discretely. To have you stop scamming our citizens." Fidus pointed towards the original, then the double. “And to stop threatening our merchants."

“And what do you plan to do for that? You got us here, bravo. But I won't follow her rules," said Evon, grinning.

“Right. You cannot do anything about us," confirmed “Evon".

“I already did. Check inside your pants," answered Fidus with a shit-eating grin, relishing the moment they would notice it.

And relishing the fact he had soundproofed the whole room; otherwise, the Charrs' united cries would have alerted the guards.

“HOW DARE YOU?" shouted the original.

“WHAt- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY PRISTINE CHARRHOOD?" echoed the double.

Their cries were delightful, but Fidus was not done as he undid the tiny locket on the box he had been patting. Then, he opened it, much to another gasp. But solely from the original.

“I locked your private parts. Don't ask me how. But I know your measures well enough," laughed Fidus as he showed the heap of blacksteel keys within the box. One of which he picked to display.

It was a simple key, with a lion's head engraved on the shoulder. On that, it was the same as the other keys. But the blade was different from its many sisters.

“You stole my keys too? As soon as I let the captains know about it, I will raise hell upo-"

Fidus taped his helmet this time, and the goggles' lens protected his right eye. Ears covers instantly dropped over his four ears before a blowhorn resonated in the room. Enough for the two Evons to cover their ears and writhe in pain. Then, Fidus taped the helmet, felt his ears being uncovered… And he smiled, as the two were still covering their ears and… Disturbed.

“I did not steal your keys. They were bought from your company, square, but we never used them," started Fidus, roaming through the box to get two keys, comparing them. “It was an interesting scheme. I cannot crack the locks without one of these, even if I tried. So, I made one of those keys open the cages on your private parts."

“I don't care, I'll get out and-" roared Evon, slamming his fist on the table.

“Evon Gnashblade has his cock locked, and only one black lion key can open it? Go on, you can leave." Fidus closed the box, expecting for a second to see the Charr combat his instinct. But no, the Original remained seated with his closed arms while his Double didn't dare to peep a word.

“Soooooooooooooo?"

“I know when I'm strong-armed into a position. How can I get those keys? You want me to pay for Lion's Arch expansion? Done. Get it in writing, and it's done."

“And-" started the Double, surely not as rich.

“Na-hin!" stopped Fidus, outstretching an index. “It's not a matter of gold, Evon. You'll not pay your way out of this with your gold or the others' work."

“What?"

“You'll pay with your body. It's only fair… For you and “Evon"," chuckled Fidus, raising his hands to air-quote.

For a moment, the two Charrs blinked while Fidus kept that smile. Oh, it was so good. He had to fight not to be too giddy. Ellen warned him he should keep a straight face and act as a proper Charr on her behalf. It was no funny business… Even though Fidus found it extremely funny.

“HOW D-"

“I'll do it!"

The Original froze as he looked at his Double, who had extended a paw toward Fidus, a paw Fidus reached and shook like a contract. If looks could kill, Evon would have gotten murder added to his list of offenses. Not that he indirectly caused some with his stunt during the Lion's Arch assault.

“If I do it, I'll be clean from my crime, and get that cage off?"

“Yes. Only if you get the right key," nodded Fidus.

“Could I even get a free pass for later?"

“I might even have a job for you. If you agree."

“Yes!"

Then, releasing the paw, Fidus let “Evon" relax back on his chair… And glance at Evon, whose eyes followed the black-and-white Charr.

“What?"

“You are… Pitiful."

“So are you. Go leave. I'm fine if I'm not back in jail and get everything free."

“You'll believe him?"

“You can," butted in Fidus, crossing his hands over his belly while he reclined. “Ellen asked me to handle this, but she never said how. And she trusts me to make sure you won't mess with or scam Lion's Arch. But yes, you can leave. And lose the only one key that can open the cage to your dick."

Evon's gaze was still on Fidus. Fidus, who even whistled, tapped his belly with his thumb while balancing on his chair.

“Let me hear your conditions," finally relented the Original, leaning in.

“You'll do tasks for me. Nothing physical or that could expose you, mind you. After one task, you'll pick one key from the box and try it. If you get the right key, you're free to go. No more debts or crimes. Even the debts you owe to your contractors, Evon."

“My debts?"

“To the consortium, to the builder guilds. We'll clean them."

“… Why haven't you said so?" suddenly beamed Evon, reaching out his paw which Fidus shook, no different than the Double.

“And I am pitiful."

“What? What do you know of my finances after Ellen forced my hands?"

Fidus shook his head, knowing it was Ellen, who had saved Ellon from doing another scheme and getting into another problem. So… As the two were starting to bicker over the importance of money, Fidus tapped his helmet. Instantly, they stopped and recoiled but no blowhorn.

“Good cubs," praised Fidus as he clapped his hands. “Now, for your first task. You need to strip."

Fidus' smile dropped as he watched the two. Surprised and agape, their jaws almost dropped. They looked at him, even as he clapped his hands.

“Chop chop! We don't want your clothes ruined."

“I-" started Evon, red-faced. “Was it not enough with our cage?"

“No, it was not. Let's get on with it… Unless you prefer to lose your first chance at a key?" pointed Fidus as he glanced at “Evon".

“Evon" looked less ashamed as he started to strip in the office. With diligence, he removed his scrapper attire by going for his mittens and bracers first, then the chain holding his apron. Contrary to the original, he was less clothed, and it would only take a moment to strip.

“You can also watch, if you have something for it. You know, I'm learning a lot of things from Ell-"

A growl emanated from Evon. But still, the magnate went for his gloves and shoes, which he threw at Fidus' face. Luckily for the Engineer, he dodged right at the perfect moment and avoided the leather sole. Rather than hitting his face, it slammed into the wall behind.

Still, he did not take offense as he watched the Charrs before him strip, and… Well, “Evon" was the first.

Certainly more lean than the original due to a less-enjoyable lifestyle, he had the posture of a scrapper used to work in the Black Citadel. His shoulders were lower than the Original's posturing. But he looked like Evon in all traits: black fur all over his arms and legs. Only for his torso, the front, to be covered in white fur which descended along his belly. Down to his groin that was caged in one of Fidus' masterworks. While they were asleep, he fitted both with a chastity cage whose lock was made unpickable. The stainless steel was perfectly pressing on their sheath and squeezing their feline parts inside while prompting up their nuts tightly cinched by a ring around them.

Under the clothes, it was impossible to see anything… But that flat block of steel keeping their cock inside was a beauty he admired with a grin.

Even as he watched it on the two Evons. Though having the two naked cats was a matter of comparing and contrasting… The original had a smaller cock, from what he had seen through his examination and analysis… But he got bigger nuts, whereas the double possessed a club between his legs.

He smiled at the sight, at the view… All the while, Evon snarled at him, and “Evon" tried to cover his modesty with his joined hands.

“So… We're naked. Can we get our key?" asked the Double, looking away from Fidus or the Original.

“Yeah. You'd better give us the key now."

“Why would I when you did nothing?" smiled Fidus as he stood up and undid the straps holding his reinforced pauldron on his shoulders… Then, the gauntlets.

“Wait… Is this a convoluted way to get us in your bed?" asked Evon, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.

“Was it not obvious the moment you had a cage and I asked you to strip?" retorted Fidus. Undoing his gauntlets; he threw them in a heap of gizmos he had to repair. Then he worked on the straps around his chest and his belt.

As for whatever answer Evon had in mind, it seemed the remark had cut it short. The magnate was confused, frowning, opening his mouth and closing it.

“If we must do this, why not in a bedroom?" asked “Evon".

“My bedroom is on the ol' Phoenix Dawn. No way I get her dirty with our little adventures," chuckled Fidus as he managed to undo the strap covering his chest and then went down to his belt. It was not so sexy to fight against his strained pants.

“We're not good enough for your precious ship?" asked Evon.

“She's a precious beast I won't soil her with this," groaned Fidus as he finally got his pants off before the two, who audibly gawked.

“What… is that?" asked Evon.

“It… Is that charr-nip I smell?" added “Evon", sniffing the air.

“It's… it's Charr-nip! What happened to you, Foecrush?" gargled Evon, irate and surprised by the sight.

“A little alchemical accident, or two… Five to be exact. But I'm winning the comparison!" laughed Fidus, walking around the desk to stand between the two who could not compare.

Being an engineer and an expert with elixirs had advantages. But Fidus had more than dabbled into them. First, it was true what he had between his legs smelled like Charr-nip. He had tried to make his smell more enticing to other Charrs, which… was a success.

But when he had tried to make the taste better, too, or even to get his parts bigger, it all ended with this.

To a monster of a cock whose form could have fitted a centaur better with that sheath, that flared rosy end, or those leathery testicles. Waft of Charr musk and Charr-nip emanated from his groin, the scent enticing… Even for himself, a mere whiff was enough to get him half-hard and throbbing with vitality.

His tip was already coated with precum, the liquid sticky and quite gooey-like as it dripped on the ground and not over the wide pole that outstretched beyond the sheath, the median ring already departing from the skin folds.

“No way I'm… Touching that," snarled Evon, grimacing at what was a monstrosity compared to the caged Charrs. He even lost his penile spines, and the lower end was larger, too. As if that mast was not enough already with that flare growing and pulling on the cock's skin, the lower reach had two lumps hidden within the sheath that were evidently a knot. A massive knot, nonetheless… One that only a few would be capable of taking.

“Which is great!" started Fidus with a smile. “Because you're licking it!"

“I'm not!" shouted the Original.

“How you made it smell so good?"

“I used som' karka shell mixed in spores from Scarlet's plants and Ambrite for a ba-"

“CAN YOU NOT TALK ABOUT THIS?"

Evon's shout was surprising, enough to stop Fidus in his explanation and for him to sigh while he reached for his groin. He poked at it while he gave the two a once-over. “Evon" was clearly receptive, his eyes were all over those genitals he watched, while Evon was avoiding it.

However, it was clear and visible they were aroused as precum dripped from their cages, both. Even Evon, who snarled and whose tail swept the floor.

“Well, it's your problem if you don't want a key," chuckled Fidus as he tapped his helmet to remind him he still had that sonic weapon. “You can watch as long as you don't try something funny. Go on your knees."

As he addressed the Double, “Evon" followed the order and went on his knees while he sniffed the air. The Charr-nip effect was strong, and his pupils were slightly dilated. His hands were raised, quite close to Fidus' genitals. Those big digits and claws could hurt him good, but he had faith in the Charr-Nip effect. Enough to allow “Evon" to approach his mouth, open it… And lick the cock, near the base, with his coarse tongue. Fidus gritted his teeth a second from the sensation, grown sensitive with months of… Involuntary chastity. However, he enjoyed the contact then and the sudden gasp from “Evon".

“It tastes like wine!" he shouted.

“What?!" blurted the Original.

“Give it another lick, higher."

Another lick and the Double made another gasp, his eyes focusing on the shaft, then back to Fidus… Then back to that median ring he licked again.

“It… Tastes different! It's like… Omnomberry! And cherry?"

Fidus chuckled, giving them a grin as he reached for “Evon"'s head to stroke it, caressing between the horns while he gave Evon a glance.

“Another experience. It tastes like the best thing you want. Though my cum tastes even better. Want to try?"

The Original growled, and his eyes threw daggers at Fidus, who kept looking away while stroking the Double's head, guiding him higher. With each lick, the moans and gasps were louder until “Evon"'s mouth was right on the tip, licking the flare's edge, even pulling slightly on the skin.

“Hrmph! It's so good! I could lick it all day!" groaned “Evon", his voice betraying how enraptured he was.

“… Fine! Let me taste it! If it's that good, I have to try it out, too!" shouted Evon as he stomped onward and dropped to his knees, pushing with his hand against his Double's face so he could have a taste of that precum that dripped and covered everything. That precum often left Fidus' cock sticky and messy, ruining his underwear during hot weather or when aroused. But there, it allowed the Charrs to enjoy a taste unique to them.

Maybe it was more of a psychoactive substance than a true taste, but their moans were veritable, and Evon's sudden dedication was quite palatable for Fidus since he purred.

“It tastes like roast!" shouted Evon, his grunts loud as he fought against his Double, as the two were rubbing shoulders to get access to the tip where the taste was the best.

“Slowly… Slowly, I have one cock, and you're two," smiled Fidus as he reached for Evon's head, stroking it no different than “Evon"'s. “If you're fighting, you won't have any key."

There were growls, but it seemed that was enough to get the original to relent and stop his elbow checks. The coarse tongues were delicious, stroking Fidus' length and going all over him. They went over his veins, his median ring, his flare, his urethra, which was slightly agape and yearning. They went everywhere there was fluid. His mind drifted into that sensation of pleasure as the two felines were worshiping him. His toenails scrapped the ground, his neck outstretched, but then…

He pushed their heads away.

“What? Is that not enough for you?" snarled Evon, showing his teeth. To which Fidus answered with a smile as he twisted, grabbed a chair. And sat. That way, he was able to outstretch his legs while his cock stood up and proud… And his testicles hung from the chair, two heavy boulders loudly churning with cum.

“You're enough. But I want to enjoy it," he started, but raising a finger to stop them as they were about to pounce back on his cock. He then tapped on his helmet, but not as if to summon the blowhorn. “But let's spice it up. You have ten minutes to make me cum or no key."

“Ten minutes?" asked “Evon", massaging his face. “My jaw hurts a lot."

“Nine minutes and forty-nine seconds. Chop chop."

He even clapped the hands to get their attention, watching how both Charrs looked at one another and then… Worked. First came “Evon": he went for the cockhead, his mouth opening to give it a lick despite his “painful jaw". He opened it, and his tongue went dancing, swirling, rubbing against the cockhead. In its wake, any traces of precum was collected and removed, solely to be added back when Fidus' felt his groin pulse and more precum ooze from his dick.

He sighed, pleasantly delighted by the caresses and affection he felt, only to watch “Evon" suddenly mewl. Fidus felt the teeth scrapping his cockhead without piercing it. He gritted his teeth and noted how the Original had pushed “Evon" away, so he could have a turn with the cockhead.

“Handle the nuts," ordered the Magnate, his gruff voice accepting no rebuttal from his double whose lips purled, who hissed… But then, went for the testicles. But carefully, as those horns were the kind that could easily impale that soft cock.

However, the two made it work, and once more, Fidus sighed and reclined on his chair. His cock was slobbered all over, coated by Evon's saliva. And slowly, Fidus picked the difference between the two: Evon was not a gentle lover. His tongue was thorough and fast, truly, but he rarely went over a spot multiple times, even if Fidus huffed, sighed, and even gasped from the sensation.

In comparison, “Evon" was gentler but lacked bravado. Oh, he polished those leathery nuts all right. He went over and beyond by lifting them, lifting those hefty and cum-churning orbs before licking the skin below and behind. But he took his time, his damn time. Enough for Fidus to sigh as he watched his clock. Three minutes in and he was not feeling better than before.

Oh well, a bit. But not enough as he reclined on the chair and sighed, closing his eyes.

“It doesn't work," mumbled “Evon", his voice low and demure.

“I know. I won't lose my chance for a key because of a pitiful Charr like you! Do better!"

“You're licking it wrong. Focus on the flare!"

Above that, Fidus heard those two bickering, and soon, his digits were taping the chair. A sign the two Charrs picked up as their tongue stopped, and “Evon" horns grazed his balls.

“Let's exchange," he said, addressing the original.

“If you're fucking u- Ouch!"

A punch later, and it seemed the two exchanged spots. Evon went over the nuts with a tongue that was way more talented in polishing the leathery skin. Years of butt-kissing had its effect.

As for the Lookalike, that sweet tongue was again on the shaft and pleasuring Fidus. He found it pleasant to have that tongue-tip teasing and rubbing his flare, using the softest part of the tongue to stroke a tiny spot near the underside. It was tender, lovely… And without even thinking, Fidus melted on his chair, purring while his tail swept the air.

“Continue," he moaned. And so continued “Evon", his careful tongue dancing and playing with his underside, licking right where his urethra bulged and pressed onto the skin. A tender sensation Fidus enjoyed as much as Evon's tongue going over his nuts.

It had the right texture and the right energy to scrape against the leathery skin, scratching where it had folded and where he had grown sensitive. Saliva and sweat covered them, leaving a greasy texture Evon was still licking and even massaging with his fingers. His claws were dangerous, but the Magnate knew how to handle big jewels like those, and whenever those fingers dug into the skin, it lifted his testicles a bit more, making them slosh and roll. A wondrous sensation the engineer tried not to give away by mewling… But he knew he was not so discreet when he bit his lips or had his claws scrapping the floor.

Those two worked better together, each getting a different task. While the Lookalike was demure and soft-spoken, he showered Fidus' cock with such lover and tenderness… It was closer to being in heaven, enjoying the pleasure way different than what he was taught in the Fahrar or in the Legions. This… This was what he should have indulged in over the years. Breeding and chastity? It was not for him as he scratched “Evon"'s forehead and guided him lower, lower until those horns were on either side of his cock, and the two charrs almost bumped their heads.

Still, he pushed until that mouth was right near the base, where the skin had formed folds and accumulated precum. And where that knot was about to burst free, the skin tensed by the two swollen-red lumps slowly slipping out.

“Move up and down. Don't leave anything left," whispered Fidus as he sighed, giving the clock a glance. Only a few more minutes and he was already fighting against the heating sensation coming from his groin.

He felt it like a need to take a leak, but much more intense and pleasant as he rode the waves of pleasure emanating from his nethers. Waves that went higher and higher as he sighed, drooled a bit, and smiled. He knew he looked stupid. But it would be stupid not to indulge when he had the most important merchant around and his double worshiping him like a king.

“Go on… Backside," he ordered to Evon, snapping his fingers as he felt the Charr was abandoning the backside of those low-hanging testicles.

“Hrmph. The smell is stronger there!" he grunted, supposedly fighting against the high the Charr-nip smell produced.

“It is," chuckled Fidus. “But you won't get… Any key if you don't follow the'orders."

A grunt, but Evon's tongue was right on the scrotum's backside with enough strength it slightly lifted the testicles and made them graze the teeth. It was a sacrifice and a slight sting Fidus endured as that spot hadn't been touched by someone's mouth for so long. And when “Evon" started to lick the knot, giving each bump a nudge and a lick, alternating from one to another, Fidus felt that he was about to burst.

“Hrmph… Get… Ready for your reward!" he chuckled, valiantly fighting against the need to cum by gripping the chair.

But it was not enough, not when Evon and “Evon" suddenly collaborated to give his head and base loving-licks, their coarse tongue even outstretching to go over the sides. There, they both reached where Fidus was sensitive. And without a break, the engineer gasped. He gargled, too, as he tried to swallow his saliva. His right foot bounced off the floor, too.

He inhaled, took in the strong perfume hanging in the air, his own… And he clenched.

His entire body clenched as he came.

As his lower belly suddenly tensed, and his cock slipped free from the Charrs' grip, bouncing up and down, almost smacking them as his scrotum contracted. He came… And it was like a volcano, an explosion, a fire that was pouring from the lower side of his dick to the top.

His body tensed; he even thought he was throwing his back the way he arched it and his neck.

But then, there were the licks and moans from beyond.

When he came, the texture and looks were closer to like jelly, but it tasted good. To him, it was like that good stew his former Legionnaire prepared for the squad before a difficult mission. A sweet “taste" Evon and “Evon" were definitely enjoying as they groaned and moaned.

Their loud slurping noises and breathing were all too obvious and loud to hear, enough that they could have been heard through the office doors if not for the soundproofing.

And yet, this… Was the first shot.

One that was followed by a second when Fidus' scrotum clenched again, his modified testicles sending forth his cum as it went up and up, then into his groin that clenched and pushed it higher… Higher along that cock until it formed like a geyser that coated the length and those rubbing their faces against it.

Despite the clock ticking, he heard the mewlings while those horns nearly nicked his cock… And felt those furred faces rubbing against his erect cock. They were licking and enjoying it so much, it was almost endearing. And there was the third shot.

That one was more intense as his body picked up the pace. That one, it felt like a jet that was thoroughly pushed out, forming a white line extending from his cock before it dropped in front of it. And then the fourth, stronger even.

All the while, the tongues kept dancing and licking, enjoying, pleasing, satisfying him. Fidus' mind was almost going blank from the sudden burst of sensation, and despite the stinging sensation at his cocktip, where his pisshole was, he kept… Cumming.

It was only when the clock stopped ticking and an alarm noise echoed within his ears that he came back. For a moment, he had blanked. For a moment, he had been cumming so much… So much so that he had almost dropped unconscious. And worse, it seemed none of the Evons had noticed it.

His heartbeat pounded in his temple and helmet, pressing against his skull. His legs were so tense and weak, he felt like he had cramped the right one. But as he reached for his head to deactivate the alarm and looked down, he looked at the mess between his legs.

The Evons were rubbing shoulders, again, but they were not fighting despite their horns tying and hitting one another. Their faces were covered with semen. So much white it had almost repainted their black fur. The slime-like liquid had seeped in, dropping and rolling all over their faces, manes, and backside. It even rolled on their shoulders as they were licking his still-hard mast. Even when their tongues met and tied, collected one glop of cum, they were not fighting but sampling it together.

They were entirely smitten by the taste, and none seemed to question what they were doing as they gorged themselves with semen. They were not even minding their tails or their mewlings, utterly high on that cum and Charr-nip smell.

That was good, so good… And for a moment, Fidus threw his head back while he allowed the coarse tongues to collect their dues in nutsludge… Especially as their tongues and teases on the cock's underside coaxed out everything that might have remained inside.

For a moment, he reclined and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and allowed that fine smile to be plastered on his face. He imagined for a moment this would occur again, to have two Charrs in heat just for him… But finally, it had to stop. Stop when their raspy lickings were starting to hurt or be too much for his sensitive cock. He was starting to go soft… Even if he was well endowed and shooting liters of cum, enough to feel parched after it, he had limits.

“Okay… Okay, enough, Charrs! I said enough!" he roared, pushing the Evons away.

This seemed enough to snap them out of their trance, with their wide irises, open nostrils, and stuck-out tongues. They came back and instantly fought as their horns had intertwined. No surprise, Evon was the first to shout.

“Get off, fake!"

“I don't even want to be stuck with you!" shouted back the Lookalike, grumpy from going cold turkey. As they fought and were getting over themselves, pushing onto the others until their horns slipped free, Fidus tapped the ground with his right foot and… Stood up. He was feeling loopy, a bit high, too, from the orgasm. But still, with one hand on the desk, he managed to limp around.

“Cubs… Cubs, no need to fight like humans!" he shouted when they were going to throw punches. Rebellious, and cum-covered, as they were, they stopped. And then, Evon started to pick at his fur.

“Fuck. My superb mane," he grumbled, picking at the cum strand sticking to his arm. But even then, he had to give up on removing the fluid and ended up smearing it all over in an attempt to wipe his hand.

“Superb? I will reek of Charr-nip… You have a shower around here?" asked “Evon".

Not willing to answer the two, Fidus pulled a bottle of water from behind his desk and started to chug it, ready as always for this situation. But fair and square, he undid the lock to the box holding all those black lion keys and extended a hand towards the duo.

“Go on, each take one," he said with a gasp as he took his breath and continued to chug. Then, when he was done… He placed the bottle back where he had put it before. Close to its sisters he kept.

In the meantime, the two Charrs seemed to be picking up their keys. “Evon" went rummaging for one before taking his prize out, while the Original sought one key in particular. Pushing, examining, looking at them closer, it seems he was inspecting for something.

“You won't find your key different from the others," explained Fidus as he opened a drawer, pulled two alchemical vials, filled with a yellow liquid, and placed them on the desk near Evon.

“I'm sure you used something to mark ours. Paint that reacts under some light, a different weight. Like that one!" shouted Evon, holding out one key as if it was the holy Khan-ur dagger. One key Fidus looked at, grimaced, and then went back to search his drawer.

“You'll see. Hmm… Too small…"

Then, he heard the clicking from the two Charrs as they were trying to open their cages. As a reflex, Fidus closed the box back before Evon tried something with his sticky fingers. But it seemed he was so hell-bent on knowing he had the correct key that he did not notice the closed box. Nor what was Fidus doing until the engineer pulled what he had been seeking from his drawer.

“What… The?" asked Evon, his hand still on his cock, no different than “Evon", with the key half-lodged within. But Evon was no longer playing with the key. Instead, he looked at… A dildo.

A massive dildo. Two ended, with tips that were coined to look like Humans or Norns' cocks. Smooth tip, fake foreskin, pinkish, it was perfect for what Fidus had in mind as he smiled at the Evons.

“Your next task! But this time, there will be only one winner!" smiled Fidus, watching as the two abandoned their locks to watch that beast of a dildo. That thing was almost as wide as an arm, taking it… Well, they gulped.

“… Flames… Can you tell me why you have that… Thing inside your office?" asked Evon, pulling his key out of his lock and throwing it at his lookalike, exchanging them. Though again, none were to fit.

“Well. I'm always prepared for all occasions! Isn't that obvious?" asked Fidus, smiling.

“What occasion asks for a toy… Like this?"

“Heh, this' a long story. But it works getting bandits to speak! Wanna try the monster?" chuckled Fidus, patting that toy.

“No… No. No thanks," said Evon, raising both hands. “I need my legs."

“What are those vials?" asked “Evon", pointing to the yellow liquid.

“Preparations of mine. 'Figured you couldn't take that beast in on your first time." Fidus kept patting the dildo, feeling its firm texture. “So that's my help. It'll make it a smooooooth ride!"

“You are even prepared for that?"

Fidus shrugged and nodded as he saw Evon grimace, and “Evon" stayed aghast from the explanation. Their eyes were either going to Fidus or that dildo, but they were not satisfied.

“Not a fan of this."

“I… never took anything behind," mumbled “Evon", visibly flustered.

“Neither do I!" proclaimed the Original, crossing his arms and puffing up his chest. A lie that made Fidus' brows rise.

“Sure thing, cap'tain limping-out-of-the-boss-office. On your knees and hands," ordered Fidus as he walked around his desk once more, but with his gear in hand.

By now, the glance Evon received from his Lookalike had been enough to make him roll his eyes but still end on all fours, like a good dog.

“How long will this keep going?"

“As long as you need your key. Ass up. You're gonna compete for the next key. The first who cums loses."

Without having to confirm, they were both presenting their posterior to him, showing their asses which were… Lacking. Someone had been lacking squat days, especially Evon. The Lookalike had more meat, but he wasn't in the plump and enjoyable category, and they clearly lacked the proper posturing: back rolled, backside lower than the torso.

With a grunt, Fidus approached and pushed against the two Charrs' backs.

“Arch. The other way. Lower your hands, and lift that head," he ordered, pointing at every detail. Growls followed from Evon. Yet, he still bent and followed the orders until the two asses were presented and showed a much better angle. They had muscles, yes, but they lacked fat… Even fucking didn't seem to be as pleasing with their bony back, but Fidus shrugged internally.

He shrugged and uncorked the vials he placed near the entrances.

“It'll hurt. Brace yourself, cubs," he laughed as he forced the vials against the orifices. As soon as the cold glass touched their rims, Evon grumbled and moaned… “Evon" was more delicate and soft-spoken, but he mewled pathetically as the yellow liquid poured into his hole. It was jelly-like, cold, but as soon as it entered, it was absorbed through. And with came heat, an intense heat. Last time Fidus had tried the mix, he had been in heat for days.

Though he did not remember if he had cranked the duration up or down with that batch.

“Feeling better?" he asked, throwing the vials back into a heap of junk, the glass shattering in the distance.

“I," mumbled Evon, shaking his posterior. Evidently, some of the elixir had not been absorbed as it seeped from his hole. But with a thumb, Fidus reached for it and rubbed it all over the entrance, exploring without tact the tender pink orifice. Clean to a fault, that was Evon. And ashamed, too, when his tail started to swing and sway under the caress. “It feels good."

Good would not be the word used by Fidus as he saw the magnate's hole clench and close on his thumb, trying to suckle on the trimmed claws. He chuckled, however, as the suction was getting more intense and Evon's hips started to push back, slowly, to get more inside.

Yet…

Yet it was nothing like “Evon" who moaned unashamed. He moaned while he clearly pressed and rubbed his asshole against Fidus' hands without finding any purchase or satisfaction with the fingers there. He yearned for some satisfaction, clearly, and Fidus wasn't not giving any, yet.

“Lemme see how stretchy you are," snapped the Engineer, smacking the two posteriors offered to him. Two yowls later, he had his hands on the mostly immobile asses, observed by the Evons. They looked at him, with frustration for the Original and desperation for the Lookalike. Without even asking, he started to press his fingers against the needy holes. He pressed his indexes first, forcing them into the sphincters. And without more than a push, they opened. Ripe and yearning, it was only a matter of seconds before he slipped a second finger and hooked his digits inside.

Without skipping a beat, the two Felines suddenly moaned and cried, their mouths opening altogether while saliva dripped from their mouths. No, more than that, precum dripped from their cages. Surely, they were straining from the pressure inside the tight cages.

But their pleasures and pain were part of the play for Fidus as he chuckled. Their holes had, as expected, become soft and tensile. Even with his fingers hooking, it seemed none experienced so much as discomfort. Beyond that, they sighed and moaned while the fingers twirled, danced, pulled in one direction then another. He shifted the pressure, even added a third finger to see if the holes could accommodate.

And beyond a few more moans, it seemed none had any complaints.

Or… They complained all right when he pulled his fingers away.

“Wh- What! Put them back inside!" roared Evon, snapping back when Fidus pulled out. From the white coloration in his precum, it seemed he had been enjoying his ride.

As for “Evon", he purred with his hands on the ground, his head nestled in between. But his flickering ears and tail showed he had enjoyed the tease, too.

“I'll stuff something inside, but not my fingers," laughed Fidus as he snapped his fingers to get their attention back while he lifted what would be the main spectacle for the day. The two ended-dildo he presented before he took a few steps back. Then, he patted the spot behind “Evon" while looking at the Original.

“Get there."

Again, a glare filled with daggers and a huff. Yet, haughty as he was, Evon followed and presented his posterior, back to back. Their holes almost faced one another, though it was up to Fidus to align them with a few touch-ups before he had them ready… And started to align the first end with “Evon"'s hole.

“Why him first? My hole is as needy as his!" shouted the Original, though the Fake remained silent with his head near the ground, his tail moving and sweeping the air.

“Because he isn't roaring at me!" shouted back Fidus, uncaring as he presented the round-tipped glans to the entrance. Wide, massive… And yet, the hole was sucking it inside without so much of a begging or any question for him to stop. No, he was ushering that beast inside, no problem… And that damned “Evon" was purring like a well-oiled motor.

One inch, two… With his lens doing the measures, Fidus watched how three inches were pushed inside. The only changes were the heat emanating from that needy orifice, an evergrowing presence, and the tension in the legs.

Even then, he continued as he pushed another inch and watched the hole tightly hold it when he released the toy and let the other end flop on the ground. It was as good as anchored as he looked the other way, towards Evon, whose eyes were back at him with a scowl.

“About time!" he growled, shaking his hips. “Get it inside!"

“You ought to be gentler, Evon!" groaned Fidus as he raised his hand and smacked that rump.

Another yowl, a bounce, and a hand instantly went to try to claw Fidus'. Yet, the Engineer had already removed his hand and grabbed the other end of the dildo.

“Fucking… I'll get back at you!"

“You prefer me to give up on the toy. I gotta say, you'll stay needy all night even with your fingers," chuckled Fidus. “Wanna give up?"

Evon frowned but shook his head, clicking his tongue. Then, he turned his eyes away and lowered his chest, almost imitating his Lookalike.

“Get it inside. I won't repeat myself."

“Aye, failed-cap'tain!" laughed Fidus as he presented the fake cockhead to Evon's entrance.

Again, no different than the Fake, Evon's orifice was tender and opened easily to the push. A slight pressure forward, and it gaped. No, it suckled on the presented length without so much of a resistance. The hole welcomed him inside, the flesh was bare open… And two inches slipped in with so much of a grunt from Evon. But nothing more as his claws dug into the ground and his hips raised higher and higher, visibly affected by the sensations his hole offered.

Fidus' elixirs were no joke, and that one, well… It worked well to turn virgins into anal addicts. He had tried it out on many “targets" from the Lion's Arch.

“How does it feel?" he asked with a grin, unscrupulous and perverted, as he felt his own excitation rising and brewing in his groin. Maybe he could milk a few more shots from this night.

“G- Good," gargled Evon before he coughed and recovered his composure. “It's… Pleasant. Very."

“Nice. But remember, no cum for you, or you lose your key! And no exchange this time!" chuckled Fidus.

“What?" shouted Evon, surprised. He might have expected another exchange like before, unsurprisingly. But as soon as Fidus revealed the truth, the Charr shouted and cried.

“YOU WI-"

“FIGHT!" cut Fidus, snapping his fingers. And the result was… Oh so wondrous. Tempting, too, as he saw “Evon" go on his elbows and feet.

In the middle, Fidus held the dildo up so it wouldn't twist or hurt the time they pushed it in… But he felt the sudden thrust from “Evon". His hole was tightly clenched around the dildo, gripping it. And at the same time, his hips pushed back. There, even if he impaled himself, he impaled Evon's ass onto it and… The Original cried.

He cried and sputtered words that were incomprehensible midst the mewlings.

But Evon endured as more than three-thirds of his side were ushered inside, assuredly hitting his tender spot and inner walls. It meant that his entire orifice was getting teased and played with. Unlucky him, as the elixir heightened all sensations.

It made a pressing finger delicious, three inches wondrous, and an entire cock in? Well, Evon cried and mewled, his claws scratching the concrete ground. Even his feet were digging into it while “Evon" kept pushing and pushing.

Of the two, it was the Fake who had understood the assignment well and gave his everything… Though precum dripped from his caged cock, and his grunts were loud and brutal. It was akin to a beast fight if Fidus closed his eyes and listened, but it was also exciting to hear the squelching noises from their holes tentatively trying to get a grip of the toy.

And as it was, Evon was losing.

The Magnate heaved loudly. He even extended his neck, confirming his teeth were gritting together while the fake continued to pummel his hole with that soft-ended toy. Evon's black eyelids were closed, hiding those red eyes away, yet a furious expression was drawn onto those brows. And… Well, he huffed. He huffed so much that his nostrils were dilated, and his entire body shivered.

“I-… You… Got me by surprise!" Evon managed to growl as he outstretched his legs and arms, reassuring his posture.

His tight and needy hole closed, tightened around the dildo. The sudden grip was enough to surprise “Evon". Enough for his own grip to slip and for one inch to slip within, stealing a yelp from the fake.

“Heh. You won't… Win this key," chuckled Evon as his hold was stronger than expected, and he started to push with his posterior. In that exercise of control on their orifices, it seemed it was Evon who got the upper hand.

Enough for the distance separating their holes to be minimal and for Fidus to release the dildo so he could step back and sit, his hand teasing his heating groin. It was getting interesting for him, enough that he had his hands reaching for his sheath, plunging one finger inside the fluids-drenched sheath. He delved inside, feeling his cock already throbbing but soft. He fished it out, pushed on it while he observed what was a fight… A strange one.

One with two Charrs on all four, presenting their hindquarters to the other. Their asses raised and their tails sweeping the air, they were purring and mewling all the same as “Evon" desperately attempted to close his hole and regain control. But it was not working as his fingers, scrapping, were desperate to get a hold in reflex. His cock spewed like a faucet between his legs. Enough for precum to pool under him.

Evon? He had recovered even though some droplets still fell from his cockcage. He was shaken, yes… But capable of moving as he shook his hips. With his hole firmly holding, he used movements going sideways to fight against his Lookalike. It was closer to trying to yank the toy out… And he even went as far as sometimes pulling back, solely to hit back and smack that dildo inside.

It was… Silly, but enjoyable, and without danger as Fidus made sure that elixir protected against internal damages.

He was no idiot, and he chuckled, gripping his cock. He started to masturbate without even stopping. His shaft was getting hard and sensitive again, his body bothered and needy as he heard the roar from those idiots who had been bothering him with their crimes.

Sometimes, watching two criminals getting abused and tormenting one another was the best thing to happen on Tyria. And he stroked, using his soft digits to dig into the flare, which was already growing and almost slipping from his reach, forcing him to descend his hands down to the median ring… Another sensitive spot but less pleasing.

“Keep going! You'll earn the key!" shouted Fidus with a smile, giving his cock a firm squeeze.

“SHUT UP!" shouted not only Evon, but “Evon", too.

Both had turned their heads toward him and showed their teeth before they returned to their fight, seemingly enthralled by the competition between them. And “Evon" was slowly getting back. Though his composure had dropped and he seemed only a push away, with his rolling eyes and salivating mouth, from cumming… He still yanked the dildo out of Evon's grip and managed to push back inside, and this time… He was not waiting.

This time, “Evon" gripped the dildo with his hand, in a precarious balance as he pushed with his posterior and legs back, ushering the toy up to the middle ring right inside the Magnate. Magnate, who purred so loud, it was almost deafening. And who shouted so loud, it was deafening.

“Ch-Cheating!"

“Am! Not!" answered “Evon", bending forward as their hips were quasi-smacking together. But their tails? They rolled and intertwined, joined while the two were positively angry and showing their white teeth. They were close, so close to cum.

“Come on, Evon! You must've learned something from Kiel pegging you!"

“What?!"

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Evon who cried in surprise, but his Lookalike. A lookalike whose grip stopped and released instantly. An instant of weakness, an opportunity the Magnate instantly took to grip the toy and push back with his hips, smacking their buttcheeks together. It was now reduced to swaying and pulling back, advancing his hips just a little so he could smack them back together.

A clapping that was… Brutal. Abusive… And through it, as the combat reached its climax… So did “Evon".

A mewling came, then the Charr's arms dropped and so did his torso on the ground. Yet, without noticing it, Evon kept riding and pushing. For a moment, the Charr kept hammering his posterior against his opponent, who was lying on the ground while cum spewed out of his caged cock. Climaxing, in a total orgasm, the poor “Evon" was not even fighting back as his face relaxed, his tongue slipped from his open mouth, and his eyelids fluttered.

He was cumming alright, and Evon continued.

“Huh! Heh! Losing your touch, Fake!" he shouted, grinning like an idiot before his smile disappeared. Something must have bit him… Or hit him because his composure and smug attitude vanished. His right eye closed, a tear dropping from it, and his arms and legs tensed. Then… He, too, failed.

More like he had overestimated his stamina and body as Evon mewled on the ground, cumming and yet massaging his back. His tail wasn't swinging as much… He had pulled a muscle, and it was biting him in the back.

“Good… Good sluts!" laughed Fidus, still stroking his cock but without much of an intensity. Again, his cock spewed precum, and its smell filled the room, joining the one of Charr-nip and cum which oozed from the tired and beaten Charrs.

“My… Back," moaned Evon, rubbing it as he slowly tried to move his legs away. He crawled forward, leaving much a line of cum dripping from his cage while lubrication, naturally produced by his hole with the elixir, oozed all over the dildo and… On the ground.

“Evon"? He wasn't even moving as his muzzle was covered by his hand. Even then, it was possible to see his open mouth and the half-closed eyes.

A situation that was pathetic as Evon finally managed to pull away, reaching enough distance for the dildo to slip out of his hole and drop on the ground, imitated by the Magnate glancing at the desk.

“My… Key."

“Don't you want to earn another one?"

The Magnate's ears perked up, and so did his neck. His back straightened as if reinvigorated while his gaze snapped towards Fidus, waving his cock at him, teasing him with that tip smelling like the most-enticing thing that has existed and been sampled.

Even “Evon" had started to move his head, and though his fur was caked all over his face, he seemed able to focus enough on Fidus' words and lips.

“Another… Key?" asked “Evon", his eyes blinking as he finally reached for his posterior and tried to extirpate the dildo from it… With much squelching and grunting as his orifice was tightly holding onto it. There were shivers and moans, much to Evon's visible disgust. But in the end, his Lookalike got the toy… out. Free.

“Another key. You can refuse. But if you ride me, you get one key for each orgasm I have… You're in?" he smiled, giving another firm squeeze to his cock as a flat blob of precum, a big round droplet, formed at the pisshole and dropped on the ground. A vision the two Charrs watched…

But then, they moved. Well, Evon rolled on his posterior with much groans and moans. But “Evon" crawled closer. He crawled and started to raise his torso and push with his knees to raise himself up. Cum coated his legs, no different than the one all over his face and torso from Fidus. But he looked… Needy.

Needy as he went on his feet and… Turned, bending and presenting his gaped asshole. Lubricant oozed from it. That hole was bright red, its inside still pummeled and abused. Still, it was the same silky orifice Fidus watched open up and slide on his cock, welcoming it inside.

Through the training from the Dildo and the employed elixir, “Evon"'s hole was tender and so welcoming it stole whimpers from Fidus as his cock was lovingly squeezed from the tip to its first quarter.

With that tender embrace, the Engineer was left panting, moaning, and biting his lips. His mouth opened while the tender noise of the asshole sucking and holding onto his flared end made his heart sway and mind tremble. He was on the verge of exploding, of cumming, and yet, there was only a portion of his cock inside.

And he purred, purred no different than a cub, while “Evon" grunted and moaned above, his genitals surely crushed by the cage. His stomach should be bulging, too, and it bulged. A confirmation Fidus felt when he reached for “Evon"'s hips to hold him while he descended further… And further… And further.

The lower “Evon" descended, the more Fidus dry-heaved and moaned as his sensitive cock was getting pleased on every side. Every spot, every place, everything that was his cock was getting slowly ushered in and pleased, down to… The base. His balls churned with life and fire, his legs cramped as he tried to keep them open not to bother “Evon".

It hurt… It hurt as much as it pleased him, as his heart drummed in his chest and saliva dripped from his mouth when he wasn't tightly closing it. His eyelids fluttered, his lungs were filling and emptying at an absurd pace while his body was pleasure, rising sparks, intense shocks, and a fire.

A fire. Afire as he suddenly came, his hands digging with “Evon"'s side to pull him down until the Lookalike was impaled.

A gargle came from the criminal, before a moan followed. One from Fidus as he continued to cum, his testicles clenched and tight inside his scrotum, partially used as seats. And as he came, as his prostate clenched and pushed more cum inside, he felt his scalding hot seed pour within “Evon".

“I can… Taste it," mumbled the Charr, his voice low and timid, interrupted by his own dry heaves.

“One… More key," Fidus answered, his voice low and quivering while he was getting milked by that hole's sole presence. Those velvety inside, the rim gripping the base, the posterior pressing and squeezing his testicles, the slight tug on the flare while he was inside… And the constant change and contractions whenever “Evon" moved.

His eyes were rolling before he closed them, trying to maintain countenance despite the sudden swarm of sensations he was unaccustomed to.

Not so many could take him easily, and “Evon" had taken him almost entirely. More than that, it was like his dick was sucked, loved, stroked. His mind was almost going blank as he shot and shot.

“It's… Good?" asked Evon, his gruff voice betraying his surprise.

“He's cumming a lot. I'm so full," answered “Evon", holding onto Fidus' hands that were still holding him tightly.

“Perfect… Hole."

Fidus said that with a dumb smile as he felt his orgasm receding. And yet, his balls were still needy as he dug his softened claws into “Evon"'s skin and started to pull on him. Under the fur, his belly was swollen and warm, growing from the inside pressure that was starting to accumulate inside.

And as he pulled on the Charr, forced him to lift that bony ass, cum followed. Cum dropped. Cum oozed from the outstretched rim as he Lifted the lookalike he was filling and filling under Evon's scrutiny.

“I'll… Give you one more key… For the knot," mumbled Fidus, his smile growing stupid as his cock was slowly sliding out.

“De-Deal," moaned “Evon", evidently getting into the swings of things as his tender hole was claimed and repainted.

“Hey! I want my keys, too!" groaned Evon.

But his cry was lost on both when Fidus bit his lips and pulled the Fake down. He pulled him down with all the strength he had, with all the need to breed he had been pushing down since his last adventures. He pushed him until that ass and rim smacked against the base, right against where his knot was, uncovered from his sheath.

A knot wide, lumpy, filled with so much blood it felt like a weight between the legs… In as much as was Fidus' cock itself.

But then, the knot hammered against the hole, squeezed…. And was locked outside. Nevertheless, the two moaned and cried as Fidus felt another orgasm rising through his loins and “Evon" got his organs hit and crushed, the cum inside churning from all the abuse.

And Fidus continued, taken by a frenzy as he lifted the Charr once again… And again. And again.

Each time, he hammered “Evon" down and smacked that hole with his knot. Each time, their legs tensed and so did their bodies as they were closer to that instant, to that moment… To that pleasure.

The one both sensed and enjoyed when that knot finally slipped through, when that hole finally relinquished its last resistance to allow the knot inside, engorged and heavy, throbbing with life and lust.

There, “Evon" and Fidus came together… The first on the ground, spilling a tiny puddle inside. And the second inside the first, filling him. Filling him so much he was starting to look like a barrel, round with all traces of that lean body disappearing under the flow of semen churning and filling.

It didn't stop yet. Fidus still continued to hump and push, swaying his hips as if to find any more pleasure before he was… Too spent. Too drained. Too exhausted to resist. He placed his chin on the Fake's shoulders, grinning stupidly at the original.

The Original looked back at the stupidly-well-endowed Charr fully hilted into his Lookalike, who was rounder than a female with two litter of cubs. He seemed daunted by the danger, by the abuse, and by the pained expression on his Lookalike's face. And yet excited, dripping even, as he heard the purrs and saw the pleasure on the two's faces.

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With a growl and frowned brows, the tail swaying behind in frustration, Evon slipped out of Ellen Kiel's offices. His steps were cautious, but he was clearly limping and tried his best not to show it. Even then, people were surely to notice the way his clothes were adjusted for his more “sizeable" belly. And whenever someone glanced at him, Evon glanced back at them, scowling until Human or Norn looked away.

Fidus watched that happen as he glanced over his shoulder through the window before he returned to Ellen standing in his new office. The last place had some “accidents", and it was better to keep it unused until he found a way to handle the fluids.

The arms crossed over her belly; the fair-skinned human looked back at her second-in-command with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity. Her haircut was again impeccable, as much as her makeup. Sure, she was about to leave for the Captain's council.

“How did you do?"

“Do what?" Fidus answered, trying to act innocent as he cocked an eyebrow, imitated by the human.

“I noticed his limp. As well as his eagerness to come check my offices. As long as it works, I don't care. But what magic did you use?"

“Ol' Charr skills. You couldn't use them."

“Really?"

“It's part of my charms, Ellen. My secrecy… And my foresight."

“Hmm, hmm. I won't pry into your adventures with Evon Gnashblade, then."

“And I won't ask why I had to fix a certain belt."

A conniving smile was shared between the two as she approached the desk and looked towards the window. Fidus followed her movements, his fingers tapping the table quickly.

“How long until people notice what's happening?" she asked, pondering the situation.

“Never, as long as there's the Commander 'round."

“And the dragons."

“And airships."

“It reminds me, you did good keeping the Phoenix Dawn afloat despite the Commander being aboard."

“Hmmm. The crew was nervous… And so was I. But we made it work."

“He should never approach them again, don't you think?"

“Ah, don't say it like that. It's bad luck. Imagine if someone hears it," chuckled Fidus, nervously as he shook his head. “The Phoenix Dawn's a beaut'. Rain, storms, even with the Commander, I'll steer her in the right direction. She won't fail us."

“Talking about steering, you earned a run south. You'll get supplies from Amnoon. We'll need them here as soon as possible. Zafeer will be there to receive you."

“Nothing more?"

“Only I need Evon around this time. No little adventure. The Council wants to promote a future project and we need his funds."

“Got it. I already got mine!"

Ellen cocked an eyebrow again, surprised, before she raised her hands as if to give up.

“I won't ask. Just be ready for this afternoon. And cut down on the Charr-nip, it reeks. Everyone can smell it, even outside."

“Aye. I'll do that. Good luck with the council!" waved Fidus, smiling as he watched Ellen Kiel slip out… And forgetting to close the door behind her.

“Tsh… I have to do everything myself," grumbled Fidus as he pulled a remote from his desk and pressed on it, hearing the door close and lock behind the human.

Then, as he put the remote back and closed the drawer with the two keys inside, he looked aside… At the spot under his desk. At the Charr, hidden away with an optical camo and his cock. It remained fun to see a blank spot where his cock should be, enough he smiled.

He smiled as he reached between his legs to scratch that muzzle, happily suckling and licking that fat cock, nursing on it.

Even with the camo, he was confident the Charr between his legs frowned despite his current high.

“What? She said she wants Evon here. She never said which one," chuckled Fidus before he reclined on his chair, sighting and enjoying the moment. “Keep going. Or you'll get your birthday meal at Amnoon. It might be your birthday, but I don't want your dirty ass to ruin my Phoenix dawn."