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A mouse with speckled black and gray fur stepped through a snowy path on a mountain. She wore a heavy cloak with a scarf around her neck to keep her warm from the biting wind. Over her shoulder, she had a bag with a few pieces of parchment jutting out and in one paw she held a small crossbow. Nima looked over the path and down the mountain with a big smile as she pulled an incomplete map from her pack. From where she stood she could see winding roads and paths that led up and through the mountain range. It was important that she made note of the safest routes for caravans to travel through, after all, that was her job as a cartographer of the guild she belonged to, however, she would have never taken this job if it were boring. The fact that she was up so high on a mountain that only so few had ever traveled made it all worth it. She would carve a name for herself by mapping out the most dangerous regions even if she put herself in peril. Nima would never settle for anything less than the most interesting places and so here she was at the request of her guild, even if she had to push them to give her the job at the time. When she checked her unfinished map, she noticed that she had most of the range nearby drawn out and she could continue on further into the range, but she noticed that the sun was starting to come down. It was time to find shelter for the night.

Nima found herself a cave before night fell and set about to ready her equipment. She had a few firestones ready that the guild provided. All she had to do was set the stone ground and it cracked and burst into a small fire contained by a barrier. Stretching, she began to set camp along with her sleeping bag and equipment to begin jotting down some extra notes she remembered. As she sat and scribbled on the parchment with pen in paw, she wondered if the stars would be out tonight. She was a cartographer, but not yet good at charting out the stars and those were just as important as the land itself. Soon, she was rubbing at her eyes and the lines on her maps began to grow blurry as her lack of sleep began to take her. She had been traveling non-stop night and day for quite a bit and well, she had her limits as much as anyone else did.

With a sigh, she rolled her maps up and set them in her bag before flopping onto her sleeping bag, her eyes shutting as she went to sleep. At the same time, she slept with her small crossbow nearby, just in case.

Those mountains were full of dangers. Monsters roamed the range and made their hunting grounds there along with beasts of all shapes and sizes, and since those mountains were dangerous, bandits roamed the mountains as well.

While the mouse slept, a figure garbed in black stepped into the cave with a dagger held aloft. The figure moved quietly as they could manage through the makeshift camp in the cave, their eyes focused on the slumbering mouse. It would be so easy, so easy to simply take whatever he desired from the mouse, or so the bandit thought. When the bandit reached over the girl to search her pockets, she turned in her sleep with her eyes open wide and narrowed, crossbow pointed at his face. The bandit's eyes turned wide, his hood folding back as he stood with paws held up as he backed up. The rat bandit had been caught red-pawed and his knife clattered to the ground as he stood held up by the tiny mouse who he had figured for an easy target, go figure.

Nima had been resting her eyes lightly when she had heard someone entering the cave. She had kept herself down to lure the idiot into a false sense of security and when he got too close, she sprung her trap. Now she found herself face to face with a brown furred rat, her crossbow pointed at his face. She looked him up and down and saw the fact that he was wearing a tattered cloak of black with fur lining the inside. She could see a nasty looking dagger on the ground that he had probably been planning to put to her throat.

With a huff, she brought the crossbow to his throat, "Well look at that! Seems like you were planning to bleed me like an animal for meat and take my stuff hm?"

The bandit cleared his throat, eyes looking at the crossbow at his neck as he felt the point of the bolt touch his throat, "Uh, I uh, I just planned to pinch your gold, nothing else, nothing else I swear."

Nima raised a brow, "Then why the knife? You think I'm stupid? Tell me, tell me why I shouldn't just fire this bolt through your throat, you idiot!"

The bandit's ears folded back and he pleaded, "C'mon! I just, I just needed a bit of supply to survive the winter up here and a bit of coin for food, nothing wrong with that right? You've been in need before right?"

Nima snorted and brought a paw up to squeeze his cheek, "I do understand that people have needs, but you threatened my life..."

"Mercy mad girl, there is no need to end the life of a lone bandit out on his luck. Give me mercy and I swear I'll turn from this life."

Nima raised a brow, "You'll turn from this life? Am I supposed to believe that? Tell me something and tell me truthfully, do you travel with a band, or are you alone?"

The rat gulped as he felt her press the bolt to the small of his neck just a bit more, "I travel alone, never had a band, never got along with any."

"Then what led you up here?"

The rat answered, "I'm an exile, I swear. You can even look at the brand on my shoulder to show it true. I had my way with the alderman's wife and he had me in chains for stealing from the village's larder. They branded me and told me to leave off and never come back."

Nima moved behind him carefully and yanked his cloak so she could see the brand as clear as day on his left shoulder, he wasn't lying it seemed, but what use would she have with a bandit rat, one who had been through this mountain many times...

With wide eyes, she moved about his face and lifted his chin to face her eyes, "Tell me, do you know this mountain and the ranges surrounding it?"

The rat nodded heartily, "Yes, yes of course I do!"

Nima's smile was practically glowing, "Perfect! Then I know exactly what I can do for you. You'll be coming home with me as my partner for the guild, but, first, you have to prove yourself and help me complete this map. So, tell me your name while I show you what I'm talking about."

The rat tilted his head as if she were crazy and gave her a strange look but he provided his name anyway, "Cyrus...And complete a map, what do you mean?

Nima rolled out the map in front of him where he was still kneeling and began to point out the various landmarks she had noted out on her map, "Here. Look. I make maps of mountains, of regions and more. This mountain range has been especially tough because the only maps of this region detail nothing but the very ends. I'd like to find paths in between and more for trade caravans to either lead them or warn them, but this place is hell to navigate by myself and I can't tell if I've made mistakes. So tell me, is there anything you see here wrong?"

Cyrus was about to give the little upstart some choice words, but she stuck a pen up to him and looked at him with a silly grin. He grabbed the pen with a quirk of his brow and thought of stabbing it in her eye, but she had promised him freedom and more than that, a place among others, a guild. He let that sink in as he looked over her map. Few would ever give an exile a chance.

There the exile and the cartographer sat near the fire while tending to the map. Cyrus pointed out the flaws in her design and the few places where landmarks were either incorrectly placed or not at all. Nima listened carefully and saw that her new friend had a fair bit of knowledge about map making. When she heard his stomach rumble, rather than ignore it she took a few rations from her pack. They weren't very tasty, and hard to chew on, but they were guild approved and the guild certainly knew how to fill a stomach even in the most dire of situations. She couldn't tell from the flickering of the firestone, but she swore she saw him tear up when he was given the bar of food. He bites down and chewed favorably on the thing and ate between pointing out, but somehow, he seemed to gain a bit more gusto in his work.

When he was finished with his food and with what work he could do for her, he set down his pen and sighed, "I...I think that is all I can do."

Nima gave the bandit a warm hug around the shoulders, her eyes sparkling as she looked down to the map, "All you can do huh? Well, you've done perfectly! It isn't complete still, but you've fixed a lot of what I would have had to go through the mountain again just to fix. My job is nowhere near done, though, as the rest of the range awaits, so tell me something, are you really willing to turn from your life of being a bandit to serve me instead?"

Cyrus raised a brow, "Uh, serve you? I thought you would have me serve your guild?"

Nima gave his cheek a tap and pressed her cheek against the opposite one, "Of course! But, I'll have you as my guide and partner. You'll be running with me through perilous locations mapping them out with me. You have good eyes and you can already read and write which is a plus. Tell me, can you handle yourself in a fight?"

"A...A little with a sword and I've used a bow well enough."

Nima giggled, "Then see! We'll be perfect together. Besides, better faring danger with a partner than all by yourself right?"

Cyrus sighed, "I suppose so little lady."

Nima gave his ear a sharp tug and she huffed, "Nima is my name and see that you never forget it, Cyrus."

Cyrus winced and huffed out, "Well, little mouse Nima, I don't know if I can serve you like you think I can, but I'll try my best...Because I owe you. You've given me another chance where many would not."

Nima softened at that and had to smile, "Of course! I never waste a good tool, and you're as good as any I'm sure. Besides, it might be nice to have a warm body on a cold mountain to nestle against."

Cyrus coughed, "Excuse me?"

Nima laughed, "Come on, don't be shy, I'm sure you've taken to bed plenty of travelers in the mountain."

"I! I would have never! I simply pinched coin and a bit of food whenever I found someone to take from. Don't accuse me of such things!"

Nima giggled, "And so you wouldn't share bedding with a willing girl like myself?"

Nima could practically see the steam coming off of the poor rat as she gave his cheek a soft peck and distanced herself to settle her sleeping bag. It could probably fit two, especially since she was pretty small, but more importantly, importantly, they could have fun atop of the sleeping bag before it was time to rest.

The mouse smoothed out her sleeping bag and turned her head to see the rat sizing her up. She couldn't help but smile as he saw him weigh his options. Whether or not he decided to give her a bit of fun, it was still a blast just to see him struggling with her offer. Finally, with her back turned to him, she suddenly felt his paws on her side.

Nima smiled as she felt his claws dig through her clothing. Cyrus began to tug her cloak and her coat beneath it and she gladly helped strip out of them. She remained facing away from him, even as she revealed her curvy frame. She could hear shuffling behind her, the shuffling of cloth falling to the floor. She let out a pleasant sigh as she felt something firm and warm against the small of her back and his claws move beneath her fur and around her body. Her tail curled around his cock and she felt his hot breath against her neck as she did so. Slowly, gently, she began to caress every inch of his cock with her tail, loving the fact that it was just the right size for her. Truth be told, she was a bit nervous. She never had the opportunity to bed with a male, let alone out in the field, but damn if she wasn't going to enjoy this.

When she felt him start to thrust and grind against her tail, she pulled her tail away and turned onto her back away from his arms. She purred and spread her legs with a small smile, her eyes bright against the flickering fire of the firestone. She could see Cyrus staring down at her, his body shivering, his cock twitching as he moved over her. Nima moved her paws to grip over his sides and tug him close. He leaned down and planted his mouth over hers and she gladly accepted the kiss while spreading her legs slowly. Gently, softly, he pressed his cock against her slit. She shivered as she felt the tip of his cock push inside of her, but it wasn't enough for her. She had to pull her lips away to let out the words into the night, "Make it rough...Don't be sweet, don't think I'm weak."

She squeaked then as Cyrus grunted and shoved almost every inch of his cock with one thrust. Her moans echoed out into the cave as she felt him start to move. His hips rocked back and forth to thrust firmly to her body and push more of that thick thing inside of her pussy. She hooked her legs around his hips and brought him closer as again she found her mouth closed around his. Nima moaned and shuddered to his body, her claws digging through his fur and agains his sides as she forced herself up as close as possible.

The former bandit was taking her like a true beast. His tongue was pushed into her mouth and his cock was twitching violently inside of her pussy. Every thrust jolted her body just a bit and she couldn't be happier with that. She groaned out to his mouth and held him tight with both her legs and her claws as she felt close already from the rough pounding she was taking. Her insides tightened on his cock and she squealed to his mouth as she felt her orgasm rocking her form. It had been so long that she couldn't hold herself back. Her toes curled, her eyes fluttered and her body arched to him. At the same time, it seemed that he had been just as pent up.

With one last thrust, he emptied his balls out into her pussy. Her eyes grew wide before slowly closing as she felt hot cum coat her insides. There was so little she could do except squirm and shiver beneath him. She hadn't wanted him to cum inside of her, no no no, that would bring so many complications, and yet it felt way too damn good.

It felt like ages as he filled her with his cum. Occasionally he would thrust himself closer and pump out another rope of that thick stuff and it made her moan and pant against his lips. When he finally pulled his mouth away from hers, she had to make note, "If I get pregnant from this...I'll never let you live it down."

Cyrus surprised her by lying atop of her and nuzzling her neck as he mumbled, "Will you perhaps make me your husband?"

Nima felt her cheeks burn and her eyes grow wide. She gave his chest as hard of a slap as she could manage considering he was pressed so close to her and she squeaked, "I plan no such thing! You're a guide, a servant and a partner in crime at most so don't even think I would ever do that. Sex is one thing, but marriage? Don't even make me laugh! Hah!"

Cyrus chuckled to hear ear and again mumbled, "If I knock you up I'll have to take responsibility right?"

Nima squeaked, "Pray that you do not knock me up! And stop talking about it like you're going to marry me, please, we just met."

Cyrus yawned and nestled against Nima, his arms wrapped around her to tug her close as he laid on his side and dragged her against his body. With his eyes shut he whispered quietly, "Goodnight Nima...Thank you for giving me this chance."

Nima felt her cheeks burn again, but rather than fight with him, she shut her eyes and curled close to him before mumbling, "You're welcome Cyrus...And goodnight." With that said, the cartographer and her new partner fell asleep. The next day, they would map out the mountain range and be on their way to a new life together.