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Two figures in heavy threaded blue ponchos made their way through the stony streets of Petal. There were market stalls on both sides with the occasional building or tent inviting people in and out of the blistering Althar sun. A variety of items were on sale at various stalls and open kiosks, but neither the aurorian fox nor the flowercat seemed all too interested in anything that the open market had to offer. Their eyes only skirted when they caught wind of merchants selling goods that would never make it past customs, goods that were enchanted and cursed, and in particular the fox's eyes seemed to shine anytime he spotted an item that might be afflicted by some sort of horrible spell or created for some sort of mischief. That was why Chance was enduring the blistering heat, not for common trinkets and baubles that and certainly not goods that were blessed, but instead, he had an eye for things that were truly and utterly cursed. He was a collector and merchant of those types of things back at Dewclaw with his partner Carta. His flowercat partner was walking with her arms crossed, her tail twitching and a frown set firmly on her features. He couldn't blame her for that. Even through the enchantments on what they wore, he could feel the heat biting against and beneath his fur and he was absolutely suffering for it. The people of Althar could boast all they want about their beautiful land and their amazing markets, which to their credit indeed had a good selection, but Chance would never choose to live here because of the damnable sun.

Chance paused when he felt his partner's paw on his shoulder and turned his head just in time to see her lean against him with a sigh, "Chance, I'm dying out here. Let's choose one of these places, like, one of these places with a roof or something."

The fox's lips quirked up at the side as he looked at his beige furred partner who was leaning against him as if she were dying. One arm covered her blue eyes just beneath the pink and red flower, and the other was wrapped around his side to hold her steady. Whether she was being melodramatic or not, he had to agree, it was awful to be standing underneath the sun. He should have brought hats, or at the very least taken hooded versions of these ponchos, but here they were.

With a sigh Chance submitted to the needs of his partner, "Guess you're right. A break might be nice." Before she could rush into one of the many shops available, Chance grabbed her by the wrist and held her for a moment while continuing, "But, use your sight a bit and pick a place you know has cursed objects. We're here for a reason."

Carta pouted and gave him a sour look, but she leaned in to give his nose a soft peck and she reached to tossel the brown fur of his head, "Y'make a hard bargain Chance, but fine. Anything to get out of this heat."

With against her forehead and eyes squinted she began to scan the closest buildings and tents. Carta had an eyes for cursed objects, and it wasn't a natural thing, but rather magic. It was a good talent to have in a partner and one that had finally convinced him that he should take her along on his journeys, well, one of many reasons. After a quick moment, Carta zeroed in on a single building standing out among the rest and pointed towards it. Chance followed her digit and saw that where she was pointing him towards was a store made of orange clay bricks with a sign jutting above the door that read, "Painted Curios."

There was nothing on the sign about selling cursed goods or anything that might be considered illegal, but Chance trusted Carta's eyes above all else and so he started walking. Carta followed along, clapping her paws together and sighing happily, "I can't wait to get out of this sun. My flower is used to heat, sure that is true, but this sun is wildly different than the sun in dewclaw."

Chance nodded silent agreement as he headed to the store. Truth be told he was suffering just as much as she was if not just a bit more. Carta might have been Dewclaw born and adjusted to a warmer climate, but Chance himself was an aurorian fox, a northern species meant for the cold. Even though he had been spending most of his life in Dewclaw trading, his body still preferred the cold and there was only so much enchanted ponchos could do to keep the heat from burning. Actually, he wondered how bad it would be without these clothes of theirs. Maybe they'd actually catch on fire.

With that thought in mind, they entered the store and were greeted by the scent of spice and flowers floating about. Both Carta and Chance sighed in relief as a cool mist hit them along with the mixture of smells. Chance recognized it as the work of a cooling magic mixed in with the incense that both produced a soft scent and a sanctuary from the heat. Before them, the store stood with cushions and pillows dotting the floor. There was a display case up at the front where a large painted alligator with deep orange scales with white paint in twisting markings watched them with glimmering amber eyes and a fang-filled grin.

"Welcome to my store little friends. The happy couple is coming here to look for something special, yes? Something pretty to mark their trip to Althar?" Boomed the voice of the merchant.

Chance winced at the volume, but smiled and stepped toward the front. The merchant invited them to look at his wares with a wave of his arm and Chance accepted by looking through the glass. He could see that there were fangs, tusks, gems, wands, and all sorts of strange and interesting things to be seen. He had a hunch, but he couldn't tell for sure and so he asked Carta, "Are any of these what we're looking for Carta?"

Carta looked at the items with a hum, tapping her chin before shaking her head, "Nope, not one of these is what we're looking for."

The painted alligator looked at them with a quirk of his brow, and a grumble, "Really? Immediately? Not even ask to touch something or other? You two came in here as if you were meant to be, so what is it that you're looking for?"

Chance smiled and answered, "We're just in here to get out of the hot sun." He could see the anger flare behind the gaze of the gator. Most merchants didn't like window shoppers and loiterers, but both Chance and Carta were here for another reason entirely. Before the gator could tell them to leave or tell them what he thought of them staying in his store, Chance continued on, "We're also here because my companion here said that there are more interesting wares in this store than the ones you have on display. There are cursed objects in here. She, at the very least, can tell."

The gator's mouth that had been open most likely to spout some sort of anger at them, was now closed and slowly curving up into a big smile, "Oh? You two collectors too then? Hmmmm, well, I'll tell you right now I don't sell anything, but if you want to have a look then come around back I don't see the harm since you already know."

The flowercat and fox looked at one another as the gator stepped through a pair of curtains behind him. If nothing was for sale then there was no point in heading back with him, but there was always that small chance that either of them could convince the gator to sell his goods and even if they might not get anything out of it, they still might see something interesting. It was with that curiosity that they both stepped around the front display and through the curtains to follow the owner of the curio store.

Back behind the curtains, they found themselves in another section of the store that looked more like a museum. There were square display cases lining the walls each with a box inside of them that was made of something that glistened beneath the lights of the room. Chance's eyes turned bright as he noticed the fact that each of the display cases was equipped with crystal and not glass. Looking closely, Chance could see little glyphs inscribed on the crystal and from where he stood he could feel the magic coming off of each of the cases. Either it was for sure, or the objects within needed that type of protection either for the sake of the items or for the sake of anyone wanting to take a gander at them.

Carta asked the question on Chance's mind, "Are these...That dangerous?"

The painted gator turned an eye to them before replying as he made his way to one of the display cases to place a hand flat against the surface, "Yes, and no. Yes as in maybe I've had accidents where people pick up the items to try them out to make sure they're cursed. There is nothing in my collection that is dangerous to touch."

Chance and Carta remained frozen as they watched the gator open one of the display cases to carefully open the box and pull out a small dagger dotted with a gem at the center of the guard, "Take this for instance." Said the gator, "This is not dangerous to touch, but if you cut something with it, then you'll find a cut equal or greater on yourself. Someone tried to remove the gem for me, and well, they got a nasty shock. So this one is a two parter. I have no idea if the gem powers the dagger or if the dagger protects the gem, but it is powerful either way and I keep it as part of my collection."

Chance wanted it. He hadn't even seen the rest of the collection, but he was already pining for that dagger and he could feel his mouth growing dry as he searched for the words to make an offer. Carta was much more blunt about it and blurted, "How much for one of these? Any of these?"

The gator gingerly felt over the tip of the dagger before setting aside and he chuckled, "There is no price I will accept...But here friends, let me show you more."

Chance seriously doubted that the gator was doing this just to tease them, there had to be some reason he was showing them his collection. What did he want?

Painful moment after moment passed as the painted alligator showed them everything he had. There were wands that would backfire, simple clocks that told the wrong time, magical conduits that would produce random effects and more. All of it not for sale, but both Chance and Carta were determined to get their paws on at least one of the objects. In particular, Chance had his eye on the dagger that they were first shown. He was certain he could separate the gem and the dagger from one another and see what made that thing tick, but first, he would have to make an offer that would appeal to the gator.

Before Chance would even think to make an offer, Carta came on strong, "All of our cash for even one of these wouldn't be enough would it?"

The painted alligator chuckled, "You got it right. I value these things because they are one of a kind experience. Things I would never see otherwise. Now, why would I trade away any of these for coin?"

Carta then countered with a big grin, "But you wouldn't just tease us like this right? There must be something that you want from us?"

Again the merchant chuckled, a chuckle that turned into bubbling laughter as he stroked his chest and exclaimed, "Of course! But I enjoy playing the game, right? It isn't fun if I just make the offer right there. You might have made an offer sweeter, or had a cursed object of your own to offer, but no, what I want is simple. An experience for one of my own. Something sweet for me and something cursed for you. You see, I rarely get to catch a guest beneath my sheets."

Chance was about to object, furiously, but the painted alligator continued with a chuckle, "That, and I've never had a chance to have sex with a fox from the north. So that'll be fun."

Both Carta and Chance both seemed just as surprised. Chance's fur was puffed and his cheeks were flustered. His flowercat partner, however, was giggling and none to shy about her questions, "So, you're saying that you'd like some alone time with Chance, in exchange for the dagger?"

The merchant nodded with a grin, "Yes! Of course, you're free to join too miss."

Carta grasped Chance by shoulders and again he was interrupted before he could interject, "Deal!"

Chance opened his mouth to speak but Carta gave his ear a gentle kiss, "It'll be fun and I'll be here every step of the way."

The fox shivered at the sound of his lover's encouraging voice. He took a breath to steady himself and nodded in agreement to the deal. The gator's grin turned sharper as he responded, "Good...I've got a bed in the back for night time occasions. Come on."

Chance watched as the painted alligator left with thick tail swishing from side to side happily. The fox himself could only feel a certain nervous tension. He wasn't very experienced, he couldn't really make it a great time for the gator and he was afraid that perhaps he wouldn't be good enough leverage for goods exchanged, but there was Carta at his ear whispering encouragement and giving him a soft squeeze. That was enough to give him enough courage to at the very least start following the gator, though, he still wondered how well he would take his first cock. Carta had never seen it fit to break him in as she preferred to take it herself. Such a large fellow would surely have a large cock which meant that Chance was practically praying that the man would have a heavy supply of lube somewhere. He just had to remind himself that the knife was worth whatever pain and embarrassment he'd be feeling, that and perhaps it would be fun. If anything, he had his partner by his side, his partner who seemed just a bit too enthused about this little game. Soon tired of his meandering in thought, Carta grabbed him by the paw and hurried along to follow their host. It seemed she was just as eager as the gator.

Through the door and through a small hall they walked until they found themselves in a room with a bed. More of that cool incense burned in a censer that hung from the ceiling. When Chance and Carta made their way inside of the room, they found their host standing by the edge of the bed with his cock already firm and hard slipping from a genital slit and standing tall while the merchant held a glass flask in hand. Chance gulped as he took in the sight of the cock. It was red and thick with a slight bulge at the base like a knot and it made him feel very small. He felt discomforted by the situation, but he really did want that knife. At that point, Chance realized he had been frozen at the entrance of the room with his eyes staring at their host's cock unable to move a single inch. A gentle touch at his shoulder stirred him out of his frozen state and Carta's words whispered against his ear, "You don't have to do this sweetie."

Chance looked at her with a crooked smile, "I mean, first time for everything right? Besides, I'm only a little nervous is all. I think I'll be fine so long as you're by my side on this."

Carta gave him an embrace around the shoulders before gently bumping into him to get him to start moving. Chance approached the painted alligator feeling his heart thump in his chest as his eyes trailed down to that cock. He then found a gentle touch at his paw. Eyes torn away from the cock, he saw that the gator held his paw ever so gently and he squeaked as the painted alligator tugged him close to croon, "My, so nervous. I heard you two talk. I won't bite. I do have this pretty bottle here to make sure I don't break you. We can take it all at your pace."

Before Chance could answer, the gator sat at the edge of the bed and tossed the flask in the air for Chance to catch. He looked down at the flask and then looked to Carta who had a big smile on her face. With a breath, he moved to pop the cork off of the flask to pour the slick substance on his paws to get to work. He grasped the cock gently, though, he was feeling rather nervous and inexperienced. With a sigh he began to drag his digits up and down the length, shuddering as he found himself admiring the size of the thing. Overall, he wasn't sure if his work met expectations, but still, he continued to stroke the gator's cock with both paws.

His partner's arms were suddenly around his waist and he heard her voice guiding him, "Here...Give me your paws, let me show you how." He shuddered as he felt her digits grasp around his wrists and he paused to let her take control.

Slowly, she guided him in spreading that substance along the gator's cock, his paws being moved carefully over every spot and the painted gator responded with a pleased groan that brought a shiver down his spine. When that was done, Carta took his paws away and moved her own to grip his poncho and tug it over his head. Now he stood nude before the gator with tail curled around his waist. He yelped as he felt something wet brush between his cheeks and against his puckered hole. Chance turned his head to see Carta purring with her lips and tongue pressed against his rear. Her digits spread his rear gently while her mouth and tongue wet his rear with her spittle. Soon, he felt his cock growing hard from the attention, his heart thumping only that much faster as he felt her tongue sliding out only to be replaced by her digits that had shared the lube from his paws.

The fox squeaked and covered his mouth to hide his moans and found himself stumbling forward against the gator who stared down with such an intense gaze that it brought a tingle down his spine. Chance still felt nervous tension rock his body, but at the very least he was aroused and most of all curious as to how it would feel to have such a large thing inside of him. He also had to give credit to their host. The gator was being kind and waiting patiently rather than pressing Chance and making him feel worse. Still, he found himself shaking even as Carta pulled her digits away from his rear, still just a bit nervous as she took him by the hips and led him to the gator's lap so that the tip of the reptile's cock was pressing against his puckered hole. It was now or never.

Chance reached back to grip the painted alligator's cock to slowly edge the tip inside of his rear. He shivered as he felt the head press past his pucker and inside of his rear. Carefully, he lowered himself, ears lowered, eyes closed, paws moving to grip onto the sides of their host as he worked to get the other's member inside of him. There were little pangs of pain here and there, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. Surprise struck the fox as he found himself adjusting to the feeling of a cock in his rear faster than he thought he would. Then again, he also found himself stopping at just the tip and a bit inside of his rear. Urging himself, he began to lower his hips again, fitting more and more of the other's cock inside of himself, taking it slow, taking it gently. While he worked, he wondered if he was doing a good job and looked up for the approval of the painted alligator.

A surprise awaited him as the painted alligator grabbed his cheeks. Their mouths met and parted and Chance's eyes grew wide as he felt the gator's tongue brush against his own. Chance found the other's touch to be so surprisingly soft. Claws brushed beneath the fur of his cheeks and slid down to his shoulders where they grasped firmly, but not painfully. His body shivered as he felt that tongue caress his own and he found it difficult to think about the pain of the raw shaft taking his first. Soft paws were feeling over his legs, his lover's lips against his back as she purred and watched him get taken by another man. Such a thing felt silly to think about, but Chance couldn't help but find some sort of arousal in the fact that Carta was there to support him, there to watch him with another.

Her kisses lined his back and both brought him arousal and peace. He felt her paws gripping at his body, easing him lower and lower while his mouth still played with the gator's. He could hear her purring, hear her pleasant giggling as she helped him bring himself lower and lower until his rear was kissing the base of the painted alligator's cock. At that point he heard Carta speak, "Both of you, start moving..."

Chance whimpered, but he obeyed without question. He brought his hips up only to bring them back down and he gasped as he felt the gator's shaft sliding in and out. Their host waited for a moment before he started moving, his thrusts thankfully gentle and slow. Meanwhile, Chance felt Carta's tongue sliding between his balls as he began to bounce up and down. He shivered as he felt her gentle kisses encourage him to move, urge him to roll his hips just a bit faster. By now, the kiss between him and the gator had parted and he could hear the grunting and groaning of the beastly man plowing into his rear.

Chance started to feel strange, a bubbling sensation of warmth left a trail from his tail up to his neck and he shuddered as he started to move just a bit faster. In turn, the painted alligator began to thrust harder, soft smacks sounding off as Chance found himself bouncing on the lap of the gator. It didn't hurt, or rather, what aches and pains he felt were tiny compared to the pleasure pulsing through his body. His own cock twitched and throbbed against the stomach of the painted alligator holding onto him. Chance's breath grew into rapid panting and he gasped as the gator suddenly began to pound deep inside of him with a sort of ferocity befitting the size of the man. With such sudden intense sensation invading his rear he found it difficult to hold himself back and he cried out as his cock twitched and let out his meager orgasm onto the other's stomach. He then felt the bulbous knot of the painted alligator swell inside of his rear, followed by a flood of cum that filled his insides until he swore he was growing fatter from it all. When it was finally done, he leaned against the gator, panting and exhausted from that first time.

With a grunt, the painted alligator decreed in a near purr, "That was worth the trade, certainly...Shame I can't keep you."

Those words gave him pause to shudder, and if he could, he would retort with something witty, but thankfully Carta was there to quip, "Not a chance! He's mine, and you'd need much more than just one cursed knife to convince me of that."

It was about ten minutes or so before Chance could get out of that room. The three were in the store again, Chance wincing and rubbing at his lower back with one paw, while receiving the dagger in a specialized sheathe in the other paw, "Thank you for your business sir, we'll uh, come back another time I suppose."

The owner of the store waved with a grin, "Come back anytime. Spend an entire night and maybe we can trade for more."

Chance walked out quickly as he could with flushed cheeks. Carta followed behind with a giggle, her arms catching around one of his as she leaned to kiss his cheek, "You did fine."

The fox smiled just a bit in return and shrugged, "It wasn't so bad I suppose."

Carta then added with her tail swishing from side to side, "So you think you'd do it again because I think I fell in love with watching you get stuffed by bigger guys."

Chance gulped, "Uh, w-we'll see about that. First, we search more of Althar for other cursed objects...And then we find a room to sleep and a warm bath for my back."

Carta giggled but dropped the subject, but Chance knew that his darling partner had herself a new game. Well, at the very least he had gotten quite the artifact out of it. He'd have to look it over some time to separate the gem from the dagger, and then, then he could perhaps find himself something truly valuable.