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"He took one look, and his heart gave a jump," sang the praka minstrel, "For here was a she-badger he wanted to hump." His clawed fingers plucked the lyre strings as he recited the line, then he held the instrument one-handed and picked up his quill.

"Accurate," grumbled Bartleby the badger from the opposite site of the table. "Crass, but accurate." That got a grin from the raccoon sitting across from him.

Twitch-Tail, Twitch for short, was of the most humanlike branch of the praka, proportioned so close to a man you could mistake him for one in dim enough light. No one would make the same mistake with Bartleby, who other than an extra set of legs and the ability to talk was just a very big badger. If they slid out of the seats and stood Bart would be two full feet taller, even with his short badgery legs. Short legs and long body meant Bart towered over Twitch-Tail at the table, though their seats were the same height. He was also something like six times as heavy as his friend, a mass of muscle wrapped in tough badgery hide.

Bart dragged one of the sheets of parchment to himself with a claw. Amongst the musical notation that might as well be Old Suloise were more lines to the lyrics.

"There were no 'sweet nothings,' Bartleby the badger growled. "You don't whisper sweet nothings to a dragon."

"Are you sure?" Said Twitch, who had several sheets of scribbled-upon parchment in front of him on the table. "How many dragons have you wanted to fuck? Maybe some of them like that."

"I didn't want to fuck a dragon," Bart growled. "I wanted to fuck a badgeress. You know how it is." He gestured across the table with his claws. "She smelled good, she looked good, she was shaped like me."

Twitch nodded. He didn't see many prakafemmes here in Verbobonc and the ones who lived here had attachments. He had to look elsewhere, as Bart did.

The great benefit of fucking outside your species was the near zero chance of ending up with unexpected offspring. That led ladies to drop their knickers more readily than otherwise, even when it was a raccoon-man or a six-legged badger the size of a bear who wanted into them. They'd both be a lot lonelier without city folk and travelers who were curious what it'd be like to fuck them.

"Right," Twitch-Tail said, and raised a clawed finger. "You'd whisper sweet nothings to a badger, though. While draped over her like a rug and biting her scruff."

"I wanted very much to fuck her," Bart admitted. "She knew it, you knew it, anyone with a proper nose knew it. But there were no sweet nothings."

"It'll sound good for the song," said the praka.

"Fine," Bart grumbled. "Sweet nothings are allowed."

The praka pushed a sheet across and Bart read. The song was now to be called "The badger and the dragon" and it was exactly what it said on the tin.

"'He took one whiff and dragon or no, wanted to make more badgers, just so'." He looked up. "Also accurate. But it sort of says the same thing as the other."

"Some songs some out of your quill in minutes," chittered Twitch. “Some fight you tooth and nail.”

Bart shuffled the lyric sheets, pushing aside the ones that were nothing but musical notes.

"'She came to the city, bright and gold', Accurate," he growled. He pulled another page in front of him. "No, no. I didn't want to fuck her when she was an elf. Elves look down their noses at lower class beasts like myself, and the few that don't," he shrugged. "Delicate things, elves. I've gotten a blowjob or two but I can't remember ever fucking one. Maybe before I was Awakened."

Twitch-Tail made another note on one of the sheets. "What happened when she went upstairs and you went downstairs?"

Bart tilted his head. Twitch elaborated. "What did you do when you went downstairs?"

Bart shrugged. "I was horny, there was no one here to talk into my bed, so I lay there and sucked myself."

The praka nodded. "I have a cousin who can do that. He's a feral and there are benefits to being feral shaped. I could do it if I practiced, but you know." Between his lyre and smooth words, there were plenty of people who'd suck his cock for him.

He tapped the quill on the parchment. "Were you thinking about her as you sucked?"

"Of course I was." Bart thought about that. "I shouldn't get in trouble for wanting to fuck a dragoness, right? Or for thinking about her as I pleasured myself. We're little people to a dragon. She won't care. I hope."

"There are a hundred songs about people wanting to fuck dragons," Twitch chittered. "Hell, over in Monstertown, some of them do it. There's a dragon landing pad area and people hang out there hoping one will get horny. That's not even considering the kobolds, and the khardaki -"

"Khardaki want to fuck everyone," Bartleby growled good-naturedly, because he'd certainly fucked his share of lion people.

"Okay," He turned one of the sheets of parchment around with a claw and read. "He whispered in her ear, but she pushed him away, for a dragon's thought don't go so astray.' Et cetera. So he wants to fuck her, but she doesn't want to fuck him, which is exactly what happened."

He turned the parchment back around. "You're the bard, you'll know if it's good. Just," he held up a claw as long as a man's hand, "No actual fucking in the song. You haven't seen what she really looks like, I do not want a gold dragon angry at me."

"There are no names in the song. It could be any badger and dragon."

"But it isn't," Bartleby growled. "Everyone who knows me and Octavia knows we're the ones they based that smut thing on, even though the dire badger in it only has four legs. The people around me are going to hear badger and dragon and think 'Bart'."

Twitch-Tail opened his mouth to reply and just then a guardsman came in the door. Not just any guardsman, either. It was Azra the hestan, on duty in armor and surcoat, with spear in hand.

"Morning, Bart," purred the hestan, and Bartleby nodded a reply.

"Sorry about this, but the captain wants you," the hestan purred. "He needs you to come to the pond of the hart."

"The what?" Bartleby thought about it. "That's the big pond over by that church. I've been by it, but it's been a while. Why does he need me there?"

"Couple of people have disappeared near it. The priest did an augury but it came back ambiguous, but indicated the pond."

"Probably wants me to swim around looking for bodies." Bart shrugged. A few months back, during the floods, he was conscripted to swim into a building and drag a woman out. He was an indifferent swimmer before he grew the extra legs, but it turns out that an extra set of big paws acting as paddles makes a big difference. “Isn't there a family of those otter people living in the river by the docks? Why not get one of them?"

"They are one of the ones who reported it," Azra purred. "Couple of them are missing too."

Bart thought about that. The carnivorous otter folk weren't above eating people, especially the big feral ones. A cannibal otter maybe? "Okay. I'll need to stop by the bank on the way."

"The bank?" There was just a receding badger butt to talk to, as Bart was heading downstairs to pin his guard badge on his harness. He got back and found Azra sat across from the praka.

"He didn't tell you?" Chittered Twitch. "I thought everyone in town knew. The dragon turned into a badger and he wanted to bone her."

"So I see," Azra said, shuffling the scribbled up pages in front of him. "I was wondering if he'd go after her elf shape, myself."

"Not me," Bartleby growled as he came back out of the basement door. "You saw her, Azra. She was a dragon. Elf shape or not, I wasn't going after that."

"Until she turned into a badger," Azra purred, and Twitch-Tail nodded. The furry males were familiar with the seductive scent of a female of their species.

"Can we talk about something else," Bart grumbled.

"No," Azra grinned. "We definitely can't."

Thankfully, the cat-man shut up about it as they left the inn. Bart didn't want the discussion to drift towards badger-on-dragon action because the praka and hestan were horny enough to raise the possibility that a big badger might be able to get it on with a dragoness, if he were willing to get wet enough. No one could know what really happened.

"Why the bank," Azra purred as they arrived at that edifice.

"Got a magic item in my box that might be useful," Bart growled. "Forgot I had it until the floods."

Azra waited while Bart talked to the dwarves and produced his box key. A few minutes later the badger was back and they set off down the sidewalk.

"Never saw you give anyone a ride until the elf," Azra said by way of idle conversation.

"I don't have a saddle," Bart growled. "Had one when I was a riding animal. I give people rides sometimes. Usually kids."

"Didn't know that either," Pondered Azra, who only saw Bart on duty. He lived in a little enclave of less human types on the other side of the city from the Flask. Bugbear on one side, gnoll on the other, family of kobolds two doors down.

Clickety-click when the badger's claws on the wooden sidewalks, and soon enough they were in the east quarter of Verbobonc.

"Heirophant, Heirarch, something," Bart muttered as they went past a temple.

"Heironeous," Azra purred. "Temple of honorable warriors."

There was a small graveyard which they skirted out of respect for the dead. A low wall had an open gate with a guardsman standing by. There went through and ahead of them was a sizable pond and a group of guardsmen, including Captain Ransom.

"Sir," growled Bartleby, and sketched a salute with a long-clawed forepaw.

"Corporal, Private," the captain said. An officer Bart didn't know but who had red braid around his helm (colonel?) was just leaving and Bart and Azra saluted.

"Bart, I know this isn't something we usually call on you to do," Captain Ransom began.

"You want me to swim around looking for bodies," Bartleby growled.

"Not exactly. We think there's something hiding in the pond, something that doesn't come up for air. Several people have vanished and a survivor said someone with a net almost caught him when he was wading. Ceremonial pond," the captain added before Bart could ask. "The Temple of Heironeous uses it for baptisms and other ceremonies. They are very upset that a monster has taken up residence."

The captain gestured at a guardsman who Bart recognized. It was one of the guard's mages, dressed exactly as the rest but with mockup armor that would not disrupt her spells.

"Lieutenant Salis here will cast Water Breathing on you."

"No need, sir," Bartleby growled. "I have a magic item that lets me breathe under water."

"Since when?" The captain knew about Bart's magic bracers and earring. The badger wasn't exactly dripping in magic items. He had the first two when he arrived and the second magic earring third was on loan from the fire watch. That was it, and had been for years.

"From before I joined the Guard," Bart lied. "I had it in my bank box. I remembered I had it when I was swimming around in the flood a few months back. I got it out when Azra said you wanted me at the pond."

The captain nodded. "One less thing to worry about."

"Sir, my claws aren't that sharp." Bartleby growled. "I'm not sure I could get out of a net if it's too strong to break."

"Got you covered, corporal," said the captain. He gestured and a guardsman opened a carry bag and showed Bart the contents.

Shortly thereafter Bart padded out to the end of a little jetty and dove nose-first into the water. He had a plan. Maybe not a good plan, but a plan.

The water was murky and even with the Brooch of Adaptation his sense of smell was nearly useless. Bartleby the badger swam downward, using his front four paws as paddles to push him through the water, until he had a vague sense that the bottom was near. Sure enough his outstretched paw encountered rocks and mud and bits of rotting wood.

"Should have asked for a light," he thought, but he wasn't sure it would help. Swimming around churned up the mud and detritus and he was practically feeling his way along.

He had whiskers to help feel the movements of the water but they weren't as long as an otter's abundant array. His were there for feeling dirt when he dug in the dark, if he ever did. That was a non-Awakened badger thing to do.

They were enough that he felt a current that should not have been there. He pretended not to notice and kept feeling along the bottom, seemingly looking for drowned bodies.

He was big and strong but he had no idea what creature was hunting people. The captain thought that the use of a net meant it wasn't some enormous creature like the ones of legend. And the fact that it never came up for air meant it either didn't need to breathe or it had another way to reach the air. The captain had ventured a guess. The captain turned out to be right.

Whiskers or no, Bart didn't sense the net until he swam nose first into it. Before he could do anything he was entangled, his long claws only worsening the situation as they hooked through the squares of net and got caught. Bart tried to thrash free but it was too late. Whatever was moving in the murk swam around and wrapped the rest of him up in the net.

It was a good, strong net. Bart tugged at it with all his strength but whatever it was made of was too tough to break. It didn't help that he was floating and couldn't brace himself. He growled, and something in the water giggled.

The captain had further guessed that the marauder might have an underwater lair. The captain was right about that too. A flicker of light appeared ahead of him and he found himself pushed up onto a slick rocky shore. An underwater cave of sorts, with a light at the back and a collection of junk along the walls.

"Well well!" It was a bright, cheerful voice behind him. With a grunt of effort whoever it was shoved him further onto the shore. Water dripped from Bart's fur but he was still a sodden mass wrapped in net.

"Oh, I know who you are!" There was a slither of scales and his captor appeared. It was a merfolk, just as the captain guessed. A mermaid in this case, blue-green human from the hips up and scaly fish from there on down. Her fish half was much bulkier than the mammal part, and altogether she must be nearly as heavy as he was. She propped herself up with her arms, fishy tail trailing down into the water. Her hair was dark green and smelled of seaweed.

"Six legs, big talking badger. You work at the monster bar, right?" She poked at him through the net and laughed when he showed his fangs. "Still just another catch for me."

Bart looked around as best he could. Chests, bits of clothing, and a few backpacks full of who knows what. Nailed to the wall was an otter skin nearly ten feet long and skulls stared at him from niches dug into the stone. The light was a simple lantern with what must be a permanent Light spell in place of a flame. Common and cheap, even the Flask had a few of those.

Merfolk had a bad reputation on the river. Many were pirates, slavers. Some were worse still, and it looked like this one was a bad one. She had needle sharp teeth that showed when she smiled and some of the bones lying around looked gnawed on.

"You're going to make a good blanket, badger," she said with a smile. Bart saw another otter pelt stretched out on a stone shelf. It had the look of a sleeping spot for the mermaid and he had no interest in being part of her bedding.

He tugged at the net again, but it held. "No no no," said the fish-woman. "You won't break that. Giant spider silk, and enchanted to be tougher still. Got it from a merchant. A tasty merchant," she said, and licked her lips.

Definitely one of the bad ones. He was an avid reader of, frankly, pornographic novels featuring various monsters, and he'd thumbed through plenty of bestiaries. This Mer was probably part hag, or part annis. Part something very unpleasant and very evil.

"They will come looking for me," Bartleby growled. He sniffed, out of the water and able to use his nose. There was the smell of mildew and rot, wet cloth and wet badger, but he only smelled one Mer. There was a faint draft, but he suspected there were no passages above the water big enough for a man.

"How did you get here," he growled. He struggled, but she just laughed.

"There is an underwater passage," she said. "My mother found it, but I was the one to use it. The others all said we'd get caught if we hunted in a little pond like this. If they send too many people I'll just leave," she said with a shrug.

"That won't help you, though." She said. She pointed at a plank on the wall on which hung gutting hooks and an assortment of knives. "By the time they send them, you'll just be a badger-fur blanket and several good meals."

"But first," she said brightly. "I've heard of you." He was lying belly up on the stone and she reached out and rubbed his balls.

"Stop that," Bartleby growled, but his legs were all tangled in the net.

"Warm, furry balls," she crooned. "Just like I like them." Her hand gripped his sheath and pulled it up and down his shaft.

Bartleby couldn't help himself. He went hard under her hand and a pink tip the size of her fist appeared.

"You and the otters," she said. "Well hung monsters, you are. One of them drowned in my net, but I got the other one here alive. I fucked him before I skinned him. Just like you," she said brightly.

Her scales scraped the stone as she hauled himself up atop him. Her sex was in her human half, green-haired as her head. Bart hissed at her helplessly as she planted her pussy atop his sheath, unable to stop his cock from sliding out.

"The otter was bigger," she said helpfully, right before she impaled herself.

It drove a surprised grunt out of Bartleby the badger. All the way to the hilt! Most women her size, or the size of her human half anyway, could only manage half of him. That is, if they could get it in at all. Often he traded a good licking out for a handjob or blowjob, because that's all that would work given the sizes.

Not so with the merfolk. She took him to the balls and undulated her fishy half, working his cock in and out. She was clammy down there, but a pussy is a pussy and Bart was a healthy young badger. His cock wasn't going to throw in the towel just because it was cold.

"You are a horrible creature," Bart growled at her through the net.

"Your balls don't think so," she crooned, for he was thrusting up into her as best he could. Sometimes Bart's cock and hips thought for him. It got him into trouble with the dragoness but it could hardly make anything worse for him here.

The Mer yelped as he went balls deep in her again. He would swear he could see her belly bulging. By all rights his tip should be in her lungs, assuming she had any.

She came first, gripping the net with sharp-nailed fingers as her fishy tail thrashed. Bart was still thrusting when she opened her eyes and grinned.

"Too slow, badger," she crooned. "You'll find it had to come without balls."

Her hand went out for the plank and the knives, and Bart had enough. Her eyes went wide as his forepaws came through the cut strands of the net and grabbed her elbows.

"What, how?" She yelped as the net came apart. Bart just growled as he rolled her over. He was already in her, he simply straddled the join between woman and fish and started humping.

All she could do was thrash her tail and bite at him as he fucked her. Bart got a set of needle teeth in his tough badgery shoulder hide and slammed her upper body against the ground so hard it stunned her. Before she could recover he stuffed her mouth full of net and wrapped the loose bits around her head. He couldn't tie a decent knot with his clumsy forepaws but it was good enough.

With his midpaws pinning her arms she glared at him as he thrust. It took him a while, but finally a long rattling growl burst out of him as he filled cold Mer pussy with hot badgery spooge.

She was heavy and slow out of water, and as he pulled out he turned enough that the tail-slap she aimed at his balls only hit his thigh. Out of the net, lust healthily spent and with the Mer pinned, Bart looked around.

Bones, clothing, otter hides. The accumulated scavengings of a predator. Some of the bags and crates probably held valuables. The city could send someone down for it.

With more time and less to distract him he bound her arms to her sides with bits of net and made sure the ball of it in her mouth wasn't going anywhere.

"How," she mumbled through the gag. He showed her the claws on his forepaws and rubbed one against the otter hide until the paint came off. The guardsman, a part time blacksmith, had made curved blades that he fastened to several of Bart's claws. His bracers, enchanted to enhance his natural attacks, turned the blades into razor sharp daggers and even the magic net had given way.

He'd had to be careful not to give the game away too soon, and to not cut the Mer when he grabbed her, but the captain's plan had worked. He knew now there was only one monster in the lake, and here she was.

Bart looked her over from face to tail-flippers. She was naked, and there was definitely nothing hidden in her sex as he'd thoroughly explored it. Her anus must be down by the fins but he didn't care to go looking for it. Even if she had something hidden there, her arms were bound.

Even with her human half restrained, she was a slippery fish and a much better swimmer than he was. There was only one way to be sure he'd get her to the surface.

"The others were right," Bartleby the badger growled. "You shouldn't have come here." He lifted her by her arms, and the last expression he saw as he yawned was her eyes going wide in terror. Her head was in his mouth and the gag kept her from biting. One wriggle of his muzzle mermaid head, neck and shoulders were just a bulge moving through his neckfur.

Swallowing her human half was easy. She was no bigger there than a woman and with an easy push of his muzzle he was to her hips. Her hands twitched, fingers trying to grip something to save herself, but they followed the rest into his throat before she found anything to grab. From here down she bulked out, a heavy scaly body with assorted fins. But here she was streamlined, and the smooth body that slid easily through the water also slid easily into a badgery gullet. Bartleby gripped her slippery fish body between his four forward paws and slowly pushed himself over her.

The middle fins halfway down her fishy body folded and disappeared forever into his maw. She was thrashing back and forth, her human half already in his stomach and experiencing its doubtful mercies. His throat had too firm a grip for her to squirm free even if he wasn't feeding her in with his forepaws. Bartleby heaved his head up, swallowed, and all that was left was a fishy tail twitching from his lips.

His flanks were bulged with nearly his weight in swallowed Mer but he'd eaten his full weight in prey before. He tossed his muzzle, swallowed, and the fins folded and slipped into the corners of his mouth.

A cold slimy tail slithered down his throat to join the rest. Bartleby grunted as his harness straps dug into his fur, but they didn't cross his belly for a reason. Once the bulk of her was through his upper chest, the pressure eased. With a last gulp his throat was empty and his flanks bulged heavily.

There was a clammy presence in his belly but soon the acids would flow in to warm her. By now most prey would kick their last, but she still slithered around in there, human half folded up against the fish. Bart shifted his hindpaws to make room for the bulge and pressed his midpaws against it, getting her situated for easiest digestion. The pressure forced out the air he swallowed with her and Bartleby the badger let out a long belch. There. Bound and gagged, she couldn't hurt him from within. His stomach would deal with her now.

He spent a couple of minutes poking through the Mer's hoard, making sure no prisoner large or small was secreted away. He was sure he'd have smelled anyone here, but best to be sure. Poking briefly through the backpacks and crates, he found nothing that couldn't wait.

Saving only one thing. Amongst the scraps of clothes and bones he found a holy symbol. It could be nothing else, though he didn't recognize the emblem hanging on the silver chain. He did a last look around, but only briefly. Even if he found a bag of gold, it wouldn't be his to take. He put the holy symbol in a harness pouch and slid back into the water.

She was still moving inside him as he swam. Mer must be able to hold their breath a long time. It would be better for her if she could not.

Bartleby considered looking around for the underwater passage, but he was all but blind down here and too fat-bellied to swim quickly. He headed for the surface.

"There he is," someone said as his head came up. Bartleby shook the water out of his eyes and headed for the voice. He was still blinking away tears as he waddled heavily onto the shore.

"Well, he caught someone all right," Azra said cheerfully. Bart belched as his walk squeezed out another bubble of swallowed air.

"Report," said Captain Ransom. Bart sketched a long-clawed salute and did.

"It was a Mer," he growled. "Part hag, I think. She caught me in a net and dragged me to her lair. As you suspected, she had a den with air. There is considerable junk in there, bones and otter hides. No other Mer, but she said there is an underwater passage that leads to the river. Maybe she swam out there and caught the otters. I could not find it, it's dark down there."

"And where she is," said the captain, watching with horrified fascination as the Mer squirmed beneath Bart's belly fur.

It must be getting very unpleasant in there. Already there was a warm gurgle as the acids went to work, but she clung to life.

"Sir," Bartleby growled. He felt duty bound to make the next suggestion. "By now her human half is burnt by acid, but not enough to kill her. I can heave her up alive if you wish to question her."

The captain considered the squirming bulge that made the badger's long flank fur ripple. "Bones, you say."

"Yes, sir," Bartleby growled. "Human skulls, two big otter hides, packs and crates, human bones. Probably more. I was too full to carry much of it up, but it should be looked through."

"Oh," he said, and dug in one of his harness pouches. He pulled out a chain that hung from his claws. "I believe this is a holy symbol. It is the only thing I saw that might identify one of her victims."

The captain nodded and passed it to a third guardsman, probably a cleric also dressed to blend in. "She made her own bed, sergeant. She can sleep in it."

Bartleby looked around in confusion. "Corporal, sir."

"Sergeant," Captain Ransom corrected, and reached down to swap out the guard rank badge Bart wore on his harness. "You did well today, guardsman. And the dragon put in a good word for you. Some of the senior officers thought you were a terrible choice for an escort, but she was happy."

"She seemed quite cross when I couldn't find her better quarters," Bartleby said. He did not enjoy lying to his commander. Hopefully it would be the last time. And others could corroborate everything he said. What went unsaid must stay unsaid.

"Dismissed, sergeant. You may have tomorrow off to finish digesting your meal. We'll handle the rest here." He considered the size of the bulge in Bart's middle. “And the day after off too.”

"Sir," Bartleby the badger growled, and turned heavily for home.

"Still alive," Azra wondered as they walked. The catman had been assigned to escort him to the Flask. No one wanted Bart to retch up a still living Mer if he needed to fight.

"Not for much longer," Bartleby growled. The struggles inside him were weaker by the minute. The Mer was being consumed by his stomach acids, There would be scales and powdered bone and green hair in his droppings tomorrow.

Bart waddled through the door of the Cracked Flask and settled down with a sigh in his usual spot by the fire. Alma was on bouncer duty and the half-orc smiled and scratched his ears as he went by. Azra came in and sat at a nearby booth.

"Escort," the hestan purred. "Long enough for me to eat lunch anyway. Have to make sure no one bothers you while your meal is still kicking. Orders."

There was a long slow gurgle from Bart's middle, a last squirm, and stillness. The Mer would swim now only through a badger's bowels.

Maris, on her turn as waitress-who-is-sometimes-a-bouncer, brought him a bowl of ale and another of water. Bart nodded his thanks.

"Can't talk about it, I bet." She sat cross legged next to him and stroked his furry neck.

"Not unless they tell me I can," Bartleby the badger growled. "You know how it is."

Maris nodded. She shared his bed occasionally when she needed an itch scratched, but normally they were just friends. Alma shared it more often, but also had her other lovers.

Bart lapped at his ale and thought about today. He had to lie to his commander, but hopefully that was all done with. Not telling him about everything that happened down in the Myer's cave was a simple omission that shouldn't cause any problems. No one needed to know he would digest his own cum along with the fish woman.

He'd digested a were-rat accidentally, and swallowed another one eight or nine times now, but that were-rat came back up intact. He'd partly swallowed a few lovers as they fucked, because they wanted to try it safely. And he'd pretended to swallow a she-gul as they mated. Then there were a couple of people who fed themselves to him, who had ways to bring themselves back to life. Plus of course troublemakers at the bar, the convicts the city had him eat, and various people he'd eaten before he came to the city.

But never, not once, had he eaten a lover with the knowledge they wouldn't be back. And he'd never forced himself on someone as he had on the Mer.

She'd been a horrible creature and one about to cut his balls off, but rape? He'd lost his temper and eaten people before, but he'd never gotten so horny he raped someone. He was already in her and it'd seemed natural at the time, but....

Bart licked his chops to take off the beer foam, and put his head in Maris's lap. She scratched his ears as he thought.

It was another thing he shouldn't ever tell anyone about, he considered. First the dragoness and now this. Hell, he'd even gotten promoted, partly because of one of the things no one must ever know.

Bart shrugged internally and relaxed as his ears were scratched. Sometimes things happened. The captain let him keep his meal of Mer. That meant no one would ever know. "I got away with it, so it's fine" wasn't a philosophy he wanted to follow, but he'd try to learn from it. If he ever was in that situation again he'd watch his temper, and his lust.

Twitch-Tail came down the stairs, looking very pleased with himself. With him was a hestan catwoman several inches taller, who also looked very pleased with herself. Azra glanced that way, then looked at Bart.

"Bards, go figure," muttered the badger. Azra grinned and ordered the praka and his girlfriend-for-the-evening an ale each.

Twitch settled back into the booth, not on the little inset stage where he'd play for the evening crowd, and plucked at his lyre. The hestan lady looked on and the two had a quiet conversation about the song he was working on. She laughed and looked at Bart.

Bartleby, the badger who fucked a dragoness (sort of) and also the badger who fucked a Mer before eating her, relaxed in Maris's lap. No one could know about either of those things, but that was fine. Badger, dragon, and Mer. Each had a good time, and if the mermaid dissolving in Bart's belly had a story that ended very badly, well, she'd brought that on herself, hadn't she?