{"sf1_id":1735087,"sf2_id":"J1O5azgm","title":"An Assassins Tale.. Chapter 5.","author":"Marcwolf","words":968,"posted_at":"2021-06-30T08:49:00.000Z","tags":["Assassin","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1735087-an-assassins-tale-chapter-5","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1O5azgm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e1/48/e148c00a-b6a4-43a6-933d-97708b8b9173","description":"#6 of Assassin's Tale\n\nLud reflects on one of his missions\nHow there are other ways to get the results.. and the importance of paying your staff.","content":"Our Guild been called by the King.. personally.. and asked to deal with a situation.\u0026nbsp; I was tasked with it and\u0026nbsp;per my request I was allowed to find my own solution to the issue.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nFor weeks afterwards the King could not keep for chuckling every time our Guild was mentioned.\u0026nbsp;Even worse when anyone\u0026nbsp;quoted the words of a famous Bard \"Who will rid me of this troublesome Duke.\" would cause a complete collapse of Royal decorum.\u0026nbsp;  \nAn so I write these words - Death is NOT the only solution to a problem - although you may wish for it..  \n  \nIt was dark - my way lit by a small shielded candle as I travelled through the sewers. \u0026nbsp;Duke Wraggs - an old exceptionally pious man had been becoming a thorn in our Kings side and I had been tasked to 'remove the problem'. Wraggs had the backing of the Church and was the leader of a small but noisy group of dukes demanding that the King cede a portion of his power to the Church. Our King was fortunately more liberal that previous ones which rankled the Church greatly - they sort of missed the public burnings etc al.\n\nI had memorized the map of his castle and was finally at a fork in the tunnels The updraft and markings\u0026nbsp;indicated I was beneath the Dukes rooms - and it was a long\u0026nbsp;dirty and foul climb till I was perched beneath the opening of his privy. I waited like a Errum spinning it's web...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The smells here took me back to a time when I was a Help. Being accustom to the sights and smells of bodily wastes was a distinct advantage against those who had to un-learn\u0026nbsp;such.. dignities.\n\nIt was one evening - late - that I was doing my rounds of the dormitories and corridors that I heard a sound in one of the facilities. Upon investigating - the source was a young female warrior hunched over a privy vomiting, and trying to control the flow of diarrhea dribbling from her rear. She looked up at me fearful at her discovery and shame. We locked eyes and I quickly stepped inside, putting the 'In Cleaning' sign on the door, and locked it.  \nI went to her - careful not to touch her in case of an infection - something like this going through the barracks would be a disaster.  \n\"What Happened\" I asked.  \nBetween heaves she replied \"Ermic Apple.. A Dare..\"  \nOh the foolishness of youth - not that I was much older than her. The fruit she had described was harmless except for the effect she was now suffering - a powerful internal cleansing.  \nQuickly I gathered some used towels and placed them beneath her to sop the liquid shit, and then sat with her - hand on her shoulder - comfiting her whilst the apple ran its course.\u0026nbsp; After an hour, the shakes and moans quietened as her cramps eased - then supporting her to one of the showers I assisted in washing her fur. After we were both clean I raced back to one to the supplies cupboards - and returned with a strong but pleasant scent. \"Tell your friends you stepped in some Vaghjt droppings - that will explain everything\" - and sent her back to her bed.  \nI took me several hours to make the facilities presentable again, but that was my job.  \nThe next morning a wall of feminine muscle clad in armour confronted me. She leaned over, smiled,\u0026nbsp;and simply said \"This Warrior thanks you for your kindness\". It was a fond memory of one of my charges.\n\nI was brought back from my reveres by the sounds above - the Duke - having finished his evening meal was making his way to the privy before sleeping. The old man with a fat gut - long since letting his body go - groaned and shuffled - tugging his robe off he sat down. If it were to urinate then this would be easy however no - he strained and liquidly farted his droppings out, all the while gritting his teeth and moaning. I was unfortunately caught in the spray and suffered. Then he reached between his legs and tucked his sheath under the edge of the hole to piss. Quickly I reached into the pocket on my loin cloth and retrieved the rag that had been coated with secretions of several virulent sexual diseases (I have a Doctor friend.. you know). A few dabs on his flaccid member.. plus a swipe on his anus and I was done.  \nHe raised himself, washed his hands, and went back to his bed to kneel in prayer. A Long and Droning soliloquy on the evils of the world, lack of morality, and so on and on.  \nI crouched there until I heard his snores start and made my way back down. At the entrance to the sewers I grabbed a ragged robe, a bucket filled with shit, and a long handled shovel to become another nameless help - doing the dirty work of nobility.\n\nIt was a week later whilst in the pub I heard the delicious rumours.   \n\"Wraggs has the clap!! How. What female would let him in her. Apparently his wife has it too. \u0026nbsp;No!! - does she have a lover. She claims not to. Who'd touch Her\u0026nbsp;\\*laughter\\* The Church has disowned him too. Stupid Bugger - sticking his dick in unclean twats. Its worse than that.. WHAT.. Apparently he has Hrgts. HRGTS - you can only get that from fucking a male.. And \\*Laughs\\* Getting Fucked -\u0026nbsp;He has it there as well..\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;What.. NO!!!! ERRggghhh!!!\"\n\nI grinned into my mead - another successful mission. Plus another lesson - Never.. ever.. skimp payment of your staff if you want to keep your secrets safe.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Assassin's Tale","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1735078-an-assassins-tale-chapter-4.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1735716-an-assassins-tale-chapter-6.json"}}