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The horrid stench of smoke and cheap alcohol hit Alma like a punch to the face. It took everything she had not to vomit.

She had thought the streets were gross, but this was something else entirely. How anyone could survive living in this ugly little town, let alone like living in it was beyond her. There were no private carriages to drive her around, no butlers to open doors for her, no maids to carry her cloak. She even had dirt on the bottom of her boots! Dirt! Like some lowly farmer! It would take a hundred baths to wash this filthy town out of her fur!

That wasn't even mentioning how tired she was, her whole body ached. She'd never walked this much in her life! Still, she had strong legs, as rabbits tended to have, so she could deal with that. The real soreness came from the two spheres _between _her legs. It'd been almost two years, but she had never gotten used to those things. Every bump and bounce on the horse ride over had just made her more and more spiteful of testicles.

Waving away the smoke, Alma found that her retching had apparently not gone unnoticed. The two people at the nearest table, a raccoon and a bat, were looking up at her, brows raised. Their gaze made the rabbit shiver in a barely contained rage.

Damn peasants. It was bad enough they had to be so poor and uncultured, they could at least keep their judgy, plebeian eyes to themselves. Despite wearing her cheapest custom-tailored cloak, it felt like everyone had been glancing at her since she arrived. Alma wanted nothing more than to smack anyone who dared to look her in the eyes like they were equals. Her fists were clenched so tight her nails were digging into her palms. She was a countess dammit! She didn't deserve to be treated like this!

But she had to maintain her cover. If people found out that she was in a place like this, her reputation would be utterly ruined. Sending a servant wasn't an option, this was too important and secret a task to trust to anyone but herself. Besides, as much as she'd love to punt that creepy raccoon in the nuts, she really didn't want to scuff her boots. Not to mention that doing so would require her to touch his genitals, something a lowlife like him didn't deserve.

So, after confirming that her purse and ring hadn't been stolen, she stepped into the tavern fully. The sound was no less unpleasant than the smell. It seemed like everyone was talking all at once. It was disorder to the highest degree. And why were people laughing? There was nothing funny about this place. Whatever ruler is in charge of this establishment must be deaf, she reasoned. There was no other explanation for so many people being allowed to speak out of turn like this.

"You can do this," Alma reassured herself, "just find the assassins and pay them. Then you can leave and never have to think about this abhorrent place again."

A servant carrying a plate brushed against her arm, eliciting a quiet squeak of alarm. The countess's hand immediately flew back down to her coin purse. If someone was going to rob her, they weren't going to get away without a fight. Fortunately, her would-be attacker evidently decided it wasn't worth the risk, as they just continued walking past her without so much as turning their head.

"That peacock pervert better not have been lying to me about them being here."

The tavern was fairly large and crowded, so it took Alma a while to survey all the tables. There was a group playing cards (ew!), a pair of snakes arm wrestling (ew!), and even a human eating with their bare hands (EW!). She almost began to retch again out of disgust when she finally spotted what she'd been looking for.

There, in the corner booth, sat a pair of hyenas. There was no doubt they were assassins. The bigger one, the one with her legs on the table and a pipe in her hand, had the same pissed off expression those thugs had worn all those years ago. It was the face of a killer. (At least, it was what she assumed the face of a killer to look like. She didn't know many killers).

The shorter one looked less angry, reading from a small piece of parchment with a huge, toothy smile across her face. Curious and unnerved, the rabbit stood back to observe the pair for a moment. The bigger hyena repeatedly nodded and mumbled something under her breath as the other read. Alma doubted it could have been much of anything. After all, peasants weren't exactly known for being highly literate. It was likely just a bunch of drawings, probably of people being murdered in all sorts of heinous ways.

With another quick check for her purse (and a readjustment below the belt), she decided it was time to approach. The sooner this was done the sooner she could go home. It took some careful maneuvering to avoid bumping into anyone, but she eventually made it to their table. Now she just had to actually talk to them. What did peasants say to greet each other? "Hello?" Yes, that was it. A simple word for simple people.

"Hello," Alma spoke with all the bravery of a terrified kit, stuffing her left hand deeper into her cloak's pocket. They frowned up at her, folding the parchment out of view. The bigger one growled like her throat had been rubbed raw with sandpaper.

"Jelberh reg!?"

"P-pardon me?"

Taking a second to look at the rabbit and realizing she was clearly not from around here, the assassin repeated her question in the common tongue: "What do you want?"

"I ... I wi- ... I-I wish to hire your services."

Though raising an eyebrow, the assassin motioned for Alma to sit. She complied, hoping the seat wasn't filthy. It took a moment for her to settle, awkwardly shifting her legs until she could find a semi-comfortable position. (How the hell males ever got anything done while having testicles was beyond her).

Doing her best to ignore the boots inches from her face, the countess quickly looked the pair over. She'd never actually met a hyena before, they were a rare sight on this side of the continent. These two certainly lived up to the stereotypes: several scars, predatory eyes, large claws, and a rather vicious looking set of teeth. The pair was also much larger than she had anticipated, both of them were easily over six feet tall. No wonder they had been recommended to her, they looked like they could kill a croc with their bare hands.

"Do you know who we are?" the bigger one asked, not bothering to take the pipe out her mouth.

"I know you're assassins," Alma whispered, fiddling with her ring. She really didn't want to know anymore than that. The less she knew the less she could get into trouble for.

"Ooh, you got a good eye. How long did it take you to figure that out?"

Alma's nervousness was quickly turning into irritation. Still, she wanted to be civil, if only to avoid making a scene and embarrassing herself. How she hated having to stoop to this level. But desperate times called for desperate measures, even if those measures were simple and revolting.

"Name's Visa," the bigger one nodded to the rabbit, "that's Maylin."

Rather unassuming names for professional killers, Alma thought. Probably not their real names. Maybe it was some kind of ploy to get people to lower their guard? Her clutch around her coins tightened. "If you think I'm going to give you my real name, you're mistaken."

"Wasn't expecting you too," Visa let out another puff of smoke directly at the rabbit's face, "you clearly don't move in these kinds of circles very much."

"What makes you say that?" Alma frowned, trying and failing to stop her eyes from watering at the smoke. She really should have worn a mask.

"The fact you're literally quivering in your boots!" Maylin quipped, speaking for the first time. The rather soft, energetic voice that came out the assassin's mouth made Alma do a double take at the hyena's face inches away from her. Maylin, though skinnier and (relatively) lacking in scars, was still clearly not someone to be messed with. And yet she was smiling with her head in her hands like a giddy young girl. The smile was friendly, a stark contrast to the piercing eyes. In some strange way, she looked even more intimidating than her sister. Perhaps it was just some ancient instinct from her race's primitive days, but Alma's indignation suddenly turned back into fear for the umpteenth time that day. If she wasn't shaking in her boots before, she definitely was now.

"I ... I-I don't ..."

If the pair enjoyed watching her squirm in her seat, they didn't show it. The cold eyes just drilled into her skull, dropping for only a fraction of a second as the rabbit's left hand briefly showed itself to pull her cloak tighter. Had she the courage to look at them, Alma might have noticed their eyes widen at the faintly glowing emerald ring.

"I ..." Alma gulped, summoning her courage. "Do you want to be hired or not?"

Her mouth clamped shut at her own words, terrified at her boldness. Evidently, though, they found this reply funny, as they gave that strange, throaty, high-pitched laugh their race was known for.

"Right to the point," Visa grinned, lowering her pipe, "I like it. So, who's the target?"

"Target? Oh! You mean ... um, well," the rabbit started, not even attempting to hide the relief in her voice, "have you heard of Argen?"

"That goblin port city? Yeah, we know it. If we're doing regicide that'll cost extra."

"No! No no no no, it's not the queen! There's a human man that travels to Argen regularly, his name is Triston Ballinger. He's my- er, your, uh ... 'target.'"

"A human?" Maylin cocked her head, "I thought goblins and humans still, like, hated each other and stuff."

"Well, they seem to love this one."

"Is he some kind of diplomat?"

"Not that I'm aware of." Alma shook her head, certain they were only asking that to raise their price. The countess might have been completely out of her element here, but she wasn't an idiot. "He stays in the castle but he's nothing more than a dirty peasant."

"Sounds simple enough," Visa nodded with another puff of smoke, "any particular way to want him to die?"

The rabbit sucked in a breath as her eyes darted to the crowded bar. Who knew how many people were eavesdropping on them? Assassins were supposed to be inconspicuous, were they not? Shouldn't they be discussing this somewhere private? Was this some sort of intimidation tactic, to show that they aren't afraid of being overheard or arrested?

"D-die? N-no, I don't want to k-kill him."

The hyena raised an eyebrow at this, tapping her heel against the table to get the rabbit to stop looking around. She did, stuttering as she clarified.

"I don't want him to die. I just want him ... I want you to cas- ... I ... I-I want you to c-c-castrate ... him ..."

The older assassin didn't react, but her sister gave another laugh. The huge smile grew until all of the hyena's pointy teeth were exposed. Alma couldn't tell if Maylin was laughing because she thought her request was dumb, or because she loved it.

Apparently it was the second, as she flexed her claws while leaning in. "And do you want us to cut his sack off fast or slow?"

"Neither," the countess's gaze dropped to the table, "I, um ... I was hoping you'd, y'know, uh ... 'pop' his ... parts?"

Visa rolled her eyes at her sister's enthusiasm, turning back to question Alma, "So it's a humiliation thing?"

'Yes," frowning into a rather unintimidating scowl, Alma's voice lowered into pure hate, "that peasant bastard took the only thi-"

"I don't give a shit about your motivation, just your coin."

Oh, right. She'd almost forgotten what kind of people she was dealing with.

"Ugh, yeah yeah. How much is this job going to cost?"

"Given the location and the nature of the request: eight hundred gold, with two hundred of that as a downpayment."

"Excuse me!?" Alma's jaw nearly touched the floor. "That's far too much! What makes you think I have that kind of money just lying around?"

"Because," Visa pointed to Alma with her pipe, "I know what kind of ring you got on, and I know it ain't cheap. So either you took it from a brothel, or you got coin to spare."

"How did ... you ... T-that's still too much! The last assas- ... I'm not paying anything over twenty!"

"Twenty!?" Maylin gasped dramatically, "Do we look like a pair of amateurs? Eight hundred is the best you're gonna get! Besides, from the way your purse jingles, you got at least a few dozen coins with you. And you're clearly the type to only carry around gold."

That was it. Alma was not about to sit there and let them disrespect her like this. How dare they! These creeps should be bowing in thanks for her even _considering _doing business with them! She made to get up from the table, prompting Visa to order her to sit.

"No! You don't get to order me to do anything! You have no idea who I am and the power I have!"

Now it was the older hyena's turn to chuckle. Removing her feet from the table, she leaned in until Alma could feel her breath on her face. "I know exactly who you are, countess. Now, sit down."

"I ... Are you threatening me?"

"No. Not yet."

"You ... you ... you ..."

She turned to see that Maylin was also leaning in, her smile gone. Her right hand was holding something in her left sleeve. That should have subdued Alma, but it ended up doing the exact opposite.

"How _dare _you! I come all the way out here to this filthy town and offer you _my _hard earned coin, and this is how you act!? Just wait until the town guards find out that you two - AHH!"

The rabbit's voice suddenly choked off into a pained wheeze. The assassin's aim was perfect, jabbing directly into Alma crotch. The hyena's foot didn't budge as her hands wrapped around it, attempting to remove the boot pressing sternly between her two fuzzy, gray orbs.

"_Now _I'm threatening you," the sharp voice snarled between clenched teeth, "so shut your fucking mouth for five seconds and fucking listen."

Groaning in shock and pain, the rabbit nodded, her ears flattened back. Visa was barely pushing against her balls, yet the ache was already unbearable.

"Eight hundred is the best you're gonna get. You don't wanna pay? Fine, then fuck off and find some shitty mercenaries that don't even know how to hold a sword properly. But don't you dare start something you can't finish."

The pressure suddenly shifted, trapping her left orb against her pelvis until it started to flatten out. Slowly, the boot began twisting and grinding against it. A deep, throbbing wave of sharp pain and nausea slowly worked its way through Alma's groin, until it felt like it was engulfing her entire body.

"So, let's lay out your options here."

The pressure increased again until Alma was shaking violently in her seat. Every word was punctuated with a harder press, until a tiny moan escaped her lips.

"Either you leave and never mention us again, or you try to be brave and yell out for help, in which case I break these pathetic things and we rob you of everything you have."

"That includes your ring," Maylin grinned, tracing a claw across the rabbit's cheek, "not that that'd matter much, seeing how it's cracked and useless now. Kinda like your nuts will be if you keep running your mouth."

Her ring. Her special, terrible ring. Why did she ever buy that ring? It was supposed to have given her the equipment she needed to win over Cuxee's love. How many nights had she spent imagining herself slipping on that ring and showering her true love in cum? How many nights had she spent rehearsing, rubbing that ring against her pussy, feeling herself grow as she lifted her hand to reveal a shining pillar of rabbit cock in the sexist manner possible? And how many nights had she spent cursing herself for dropping that ring, leaving her stuck with said cock and sensitive, horribly sensitive, balls?

"_Or _..." Visa continued, "you pay us, we do the job, and you live happily ever after. Your choice."

Pushing a bit harder against Alma's ball for a second, the hyena finally removed her foot. Alma's hands flew down to cup herself so fast she ended up slapping them. Eyes watering, ears folded back, and face curled into a pained grimace, the countess attempted a nod. Never in her life had she been humbled so, and she wasn't about to talk back again. It took a minute for her to verbally respond, but the assassins were patient.

"I ... ugggh ... I- o-oh gods- I-I'll p-pay ..."

"Uh-huh." Visa casually leaned back, "That's what I thought. Now, let's work out the details of our payment."

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"So, why da ya think she hates this guy so much?"

"Don't care," Visa replied, watching Alma hobble out the bar, holding her groin.

"Well, I think it's pretty clear this is some kind of romantic thing. She was in love with someone and this Triston dude took them away from her. Probably an affair partner, from the way she talked."

The younger hyena continued dividing the coins while her sister shrugged. As it turned out, their new client had been carrying almost exactly two hundred gold with her. It was perfect. Visa would probably just save her share in their safe, but Maylin was going to have some fun tonight. It wasn't everyday you got to extort someone wealthy, after all.

"Uh-huh," more smoke puffed from Visa's mouth, "how very interesting. Anyway, I'mma gonna go run down to the blacksmith, sharpen up our stuff. Then we can find out more about the target tomorrow morning. You comin'?"

"Nah. Think I'm gonna get another drink. Then maybe see if those two snakes over there want to bang."

"Uck, can't you go one single day without sleeping with some random nobody off the street? We're supposed to be professionals. Besides, I'm getting tired of you coming back reeking of penis."

"Pfft, that's not true! Sometimes I smell like pussy!"

"That's not any better."

"Y'know, Visa, you'd probably be a lot less grumpy if you just got laid every now and then. You'd be amazed at how well a few orgasms can help you relax."

The older hyena's face grimaced in pure disgust, "Ew, no thanks. I'd have more fun cutting off my hand."

"Ha ha! I'll never understand you sis! You'll slice someone's throat open no problem, yet you gag at the mere mention of sex."

"Because it's fucking gross! Why would I ever want to put my face in someone's sweaty, nasty crotch?"

"Because it's fun! You can go be an edgy loner bitch if you want, but I'mma having me a threesome!"

With this, Maylin slid her daggers and half the coins to her sister. Jumping up from the table, she practically skipped over to the snake pair. Just in case they didn't reciprocate, she made sure that everyone in the bar could see her round ass as she bent over their table to flirt with them. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the half-drunk pair to respond enthusiastically, especially once she began pressing her arms together to make her breasts nice and visible. Visa just rolled her eyes with a huff, rudely tossing some copper coins at one of the servers as she began to leave. One of the snakes took notice of her (almost certainly hoping to secure a foursome), but was prevented from speaking out by Maylin leaning in to complement their fangs.

The outside air was chilly, the sun had just begun to set. Dozens of people of various races shuffled by her, either going home or to the tavern for a late drink. The blacksmith wouldn't have time to sharpen their blades tonight, but that was fine. She'd just drop them off and pick them up tomorrow afternoon.

She had barely finished putting away her pipe when a voice spoke up from behind. Not even hearing what was said, she replied with a tactful: "Piss off."

"Oh ho ho! _Excuuuuse _me little miss yeen, but I was just wond-"

Turning, Visa found a short male raccoon, in clothes far too big for him, looking up at her. His massive smile contrasted against her annoyed scowl. He didn't even blink at her growl.

"Are you fucking deaf?"

"Would you, dear missy, like to hit me in the testicles?" He clapped his hands together exaggeratedly, as if he was some kind of circus ringmaster.

"... What?"

For the first time in years, Visa was taken off guard. Though she wanted to answer yes, she hesitated to respond. The guy didn't seem drunk, and despite his eccentric fake accent, he looked rather unassuming. This worried her somewhat, as being an assassin had taught her the value of appearing non-threatening.

"Would you, dear missy, like to hit me in the testicles?" The raccoon repeated, his grin somehow getting even wider and more annoying.

"... Is this some kind of fetish thing?" Visa's eyes narrowed as she took a step back.

"HA!" Head thrown back, he bowed dramatically, "No no no, daling, you've got me all wrong! This is not for my gain, it's for yours!"

"Huh?"

"I, my hi-yeen friend, am offer-ng you a challenge! A chall-ange one as clearly strong as you are will certainly provale in!"

It took a moment for her to replay those two sentences in her mind. She couldn't tell whether he actually couldn't speak the language, or if he was pronouncing things wrong on purpose to be irritating. When she failed to reply, he launched further into his speech with a hand on his heart.

"You see, I, the wisen-en-ed Sir Alphonse, have spended many a year searching wide and far to learn the secrets ... of ... the mind! Facing death and danger and deadly danger behind all corners, I have overcamed every obstacle, and thus have became ... invincible!"

"Uh-huh," Visa tapped her foot, impatient but curious, "so you want me to kick you in the nuts as proof of how strong you are? Is that it?"

"Indeed! My body has become stone! Pain a forgotten history! BEHOLD!"

He gestured to his crotch with both hands. Ready to punch him straight in the face, she half-expected to find his cock standing at attention. She was relieved to see only his baggy pants.

"I no doubt that you-ma'am are aware of how fragile the male orgains are. But I asure you that my parts are far superior. And yet ... I have tired of this life! I seek someone worthy! Someone with the strength to defeat me! Thusly, I offer the yeen my offer: for one silver, I shall allow ya to strike my incredible balls, in any form you wish. And if you can prove your strength, and crumple me to the ground below, I shall reward you with four gold in return!"

"Oooh, okay, I get it." Understanding washed over Visa's face, though the annoyance remained. "You're one of those stupid-ass street performers."

"I'm NOT- ..." his smile disappeared for a split second before returning, "... heh _... Sir Alphonse does not understand what you mean by that, my dear. _But in any case I shall look past your feeble attempts to grosp the maj-esty before you, and oh so humly pres-ent my challenge to you ... a-gain."

"You talk really fucking weird."

"Do you accept my challenge?" The raccoon's fists clenched, though his grin didn't falter.

Looking him over (and hearing him mutter that he didn't have all day), Visa shrugged. Four more gold sounded lovely. He was clearly wearing a cup, but many men (and a few women) had made the mistake of thinking that that would save their genitals from her boots. Besides, a little extra practice before going after this Triston fellow wouldn't hurt.

"Eh, sure, why not."

Sir Alphonse's legs were already spread as she flicked a coin to him. Wasting absolutely no time, the hyena's foot sailed through the air before he could speak. With a mighty, thunderous THUMP, her steel-toe boot slammed into his crotch hard enough to lift him off the ground. Airborne, a worried expression briefly flashed across his face. However, this look did not shift into the expression of pain Visa had expected. The raccoon landed back on his feet with little more than a nervous chuckle. He nearly lost his balance, but it was clear this was only due his momentum.

"WOAH!" The raccoon gulped, but managed to regain his composure, "That was ... well, nice try missy, but I'm saddened to tell you that you have failed."

Yet again, Visa was dumbfounded. She hadn't given it her all, sure, but that kick still would have floored an elephant. He wasn't wearing a cup, she had felt his balls flattening against his pelvis. They also were definitely real balls, they had that distinct testicular rubberiness and give. So what was the deal? How was he still standing?

"Of course," he continued, somehow making his accent sound even more mocking, "you could always try again ..."

The words had barely left his mouth when Visa's other foot swung between his legs with enough force to shatter bone. This time she really concentrated on the feel of his nuts squishing. The tip of her boot connected dead center into his nuts, pushing both into his pelvis. His right jewel managed to squirt free, but the left nearly folded in half, the middle compressed paper-thin as it was trapped against his thigh. Both ends bulged out, straining and quivering so hard she could just barely see the outline through his pants for a split second. He braced himself better this time, but the force still made him stumble back a bit.

By all rights, that ball should have popped instantly. And yet, if anything, all that hit did was briefly knock the wind out of him. Not even a groan of pain escaped his lips.

"How in the ... ?" Visa cocked her head.

"Hey! You gotta pay for that you cu- er, ... lady." With an aggressive step toward the hyena, Sir Alphonse looked up at her with that same condescending frown Alma had given her mere minutes ago.

"What kind of weird-ass scam is this?"

"Scam? Me thinks you're using the wrong word there, _little _missy." Arms crossed, he leaned in, making sure to angle his crotch further away. "Sir Alphonse does not 'scam.' My sexy, magnificent body is just too strong for ya. Or perchance you're just too weak? And now, if the yeen don't mind, be on yeen way! Unless the puny weakling wants to pay again?"

Whatever he had done to his balls apparently had the side effect of making him suicidality confident. But she had to be smart, it was obvious he was just trying to make her angry to get more money out of her. She needed to get out of sight and observe from a distance to find out how his balls were doing that. Then she needed to absolutely destroy them.

The pair found themselves in a staring contest for a few moments. Visa was the one to break it, glancing back down at his groin. He again asked/ordered her to cough up another coin. She responded by abruptly turning on her heels and silently walking down a nearby alley, ignoring his yell with a huff. Quickly, as soon as she was concealed in the shadows, she ducked behind a large crate. Hidden from sight, she stomped her feet against the dirt, hard at first, but gradually softer. There came another yell from the raccoon, then several seconds of silence. It was a trick only an idiot would fall for.

Falling for it, Alphonse shrugged, satisfied that he had intimidated the hyena into running away in fright.

"Well, Carmilla? Are we having a good day?" He suddenly spoke again (notability without the accent), but not to Visa.

"Oh, we're having a _FANTASTIC _day! That broad was a walking treasury!"

Visa's ears twitched at the second, high-pitched voice. From the squeakiness, she could tell it came from a female bat. She could also tell from the quiet metallic jingling sound that the bat was carrying a lot of money.

"Oh shit, really?" Alphonse asked.

"Look at it! This must be like a hundred gold! I mean damn Al, I'm having trouble even holding this!"

The raccoon gave an impressed whistle, which was followed by the sound of rustling coins.

Visa frowned. A hundred gold? What were they talking abo-

No. They couldn't have.

Slapping her thighs, she found that they had, indeed, stolen her coin bag. Peering over the top of the crate, she found the two digging through it with their dirty little thief hands. Rage, at both the thieves and herself, shot through her body. She couldn't believe she actually allowed herself to get so distracted that someone had been able to sneak up on her. That was it, now she was _definitely _going to pop his nuts. But she still needed to find out his secret.

"Oh, she's gonna be _pissed _when she realizes this dude! Might be a good idea to leave town tomorrow," Carmilla laughed. Seeing the bat's ears twitching nervously, Visa slowed her breathing.

"Ha, yeah! Yeah, that's probably for the best. I mean, did you see that scowl she gave me? We should probably start going for smaller targets from now on."

"Scowl? What about those kicks? I mean shit Al, I could hear those hits from across the street! You sure your balls are okay?"

"Nah, I'm fine! Though, honestly, I was kinda worried for a second there. Even with the potion, I felt that second one in my pelvis. She really got my left one good. I almost thought it was going to pop." Alphonse rubbed his hand over his groin, as if not completely sure that he was okay.

So that was it, some kind of pain-numbing strength potion. Of course, why hadn't she realized that? Squinting, she could see a small leather canteen peeking out from under the bat's wings. The assassin quickly decided on her plan of attack. Potions like that usually lasted minutes at most, as they were extremely easy to overdose on. This went especially for the smaller races, like raccoons. They were also, fortunately, flavorless.

Carmilla laughed again, "I mean, to be fair, with that annoying-ass voice, I would have wanted to pop one too."

"Why thank you, I try!"

Carmilla stuffed the coins into her coat pocket as the pair began to shuffle down the street, chuckling to themselves. Her arms crossed over her chest, letting her large, drooping brown-gray wings cover herself from the chilly air. "So, you wanna call it early tonight or nah? I mean, this'll last us months by itself!"

"No, let's do one more," the raccoon adjusted his pants, "I saw some goblin gal near the stables. And you know how much those little green weirdos love busting nuts. She'll probably give up all her coins willingly!"

Neither one noticed the hyena shuffle down the other street to the corner of a house. As the two seemingly did not know what whispering was, Visa listened to their conversation as she pulled her own water canteen from her belt. It wasn't identical, but it was close enough.

"Hmm, well," Carmilla cocked her head, shaking the potion-containing canteen in her hand, "don't drink too much. You took a really big swig last time."

"I had too! I wasn't about to take the chance of it wearing off before that ugly bitch hit me. I happen to rather enjoy having balls, y'know."

"Just saying. The last thing we need is to blow all our money bringing you to a healer ag- hey!"

Carmilla squeaked as she tumbled back onto the ground, dropping her canteen. The stooped-over, blue-hooded figure that had run into her bent down to grab it and hand it back. Muttering an apology in a language the pair had never heard before, they raised their arms defensively as they stumbled back up and quickly continued down the street. Too busy yelling at the figure to watch where they were going, neither the raccoon nor bat noticed what was in their hands. Shaking her head, Carmilla tucked her canteen back into her belt.

Stepping back into another alley, Visa weighed the container in her hand, taking off the top and peering in. It was half empty, but the bright orange liquid confirmed that it was indeed a (very potent) strength potion. Ignoring the thieves grumbling, she swiftly pulled off her cloak and turned it from the blue side back to the brown.

The assassin made it to the stables before the thieves. Silently, she watched as the pair looked around until the bat spotted and pointed to a goblin woman in a large wool cap. Grabbing the canteen, Alphonse took a small sip before handing it back to his partner. Carmilla nodded, casually walking away until she was standing a few feet behind the woman. A few seconds later, the raccoon, chest puffed out, began his confident strut towards her.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Hmm?" Alphonse turned to face the voice, only to find the hyena from earlier staring down at him. "You again!? Imeanum- ahem, Sir Alphonse has feelings that you are familiar, no? H-have we met?"

Visa took a step forward to counter his step back, liking the way his hands fidgeted nervously. Waiting a moment to take in the look of fear in his eyes, she nodded, speaking in a sultry, falsetto tone. "Oh, no, Sir Alphonse! That was my sister! She told me about you, and I rushed over to see if I could take a shot at your challenge!"

"I um ... Sir Alphonse meets many beautiful women, do not take afen-sive that you are lost amongst them."

"Oh, I see," she nodded again, "well, can I still have a try? My sister just kept going on and on about how incredible your balls are, and I really want to see for myself!"

"... and you got the coin for that?"

A breath of relief escaped his mouth when she held up a silver coin. He started to point out that her sister had never paid for her second attempt, only to be silenced when she revealed another coin from behind the first. Carefully grabbing them, the raccoon hesitated for a second, shooting a look back to Carmilla. Spreading his legs with a bow and an audible gulp, his body shivered as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Well, if that's what you ... truly want, um. ... I-I accept your challenge. But I must remind the yeen, I feel no pain. Your sister couldn't best me, and neither shall you!"

"Uh-huh."

Visa was a little disappointed she couldn't hear the _ *POP * _over his scream. It was a perfect hit. His left testicle offered absolutely no resistance against her knee, which was protected by a hard metal guard. The poor nut was already nearly cracked in half before it was even driven into his pelvis. It was a little difficult to feel, but the sensation of it flattening out and turning to mush sent waves of satisfaction through the hyena. The way his expression instantly turned from nervous confidence to agonized disbelief was just the cherry on top.

"AHHH!! WHATTHEFUUUCK!!!!"

Jumping in shock, the goblin woman turned just in time to see the raccoon fall to the ground, grasping at his crotch with a pained mewl. Above him stood the hyena, who raised her hand to her mouth in mocking surprise. A slew of swears exploded from his scrunched up face between agonized gasps. His body twisted and turned, attempting to stand up and succeeding in only raising his ass into the air before falling back down. A large wet spot suddenly formed in his pants, the result of his nut's final attempt at spreading his genes. It got larger with each spurt. (He'd been saving up for quite a while, as per Carmilla's suggestion).

Visa was not the type to find excitement or humor in balls being busted, but she had to admit it: that hit felt _ good _.

Now she just had to take care of his partner.

In one fluid motion, Visa pivoted, her right fist knocking the bat's knife out her hand, her left fist smacking into the bat's chest. Carmilla didn't even have time to fall back before a knee brutally slammed between her legs. Reflexively bending forward, she gripped the assassin around the waist, allowing for a second knee to slam into her pussy. The explosion of pain that radiated from her cunt suddenly doubled.

The hyena's leg extended, hooking sideways into the bat's right leg, knocking her to the ground. Letting out a high-pitched, pained squeak, Carmilla made no attempt to resist being rolled onto her back. Eyes clenched shut, she felt her wings be pushed aside, followed by hands patting her down.

Taking her time to sift through the thief's coat pocket, Visa found not only her money, but two other bags full of various coins. "Hmm, not a bad haul. I'll be taking that, thank you very much."

Carmilla just nodded weakly.

The goblin had already fled the scene, and it would only be a few moments before there was a crowd. But it only took a few moments for her to walk back over to the raccoon and grab the two silver coins. She dropped one of them on his chest, a reward for impressing her with their scheme. He barely noticed, another spurt of semen shooting down his pant leg. Her foot tapped lightly at his side as she rolled her eyes at the revolting sight. When he didn't respond she decided to throw-in one last taunt.

"Oh, that was so much fun! I hope you got some more gold, my other sister might want a try too!"

With tears in his eyes, the barely conscious thief attempted to spit at her, "You fucking b- AUGHHHHH!"

How Visa wished she had more time to fully grind his other nut into paste beneath her boot, but she really needed to be going. So, with only a few more twists of her heel, she relented. Making sure to place all her weight onto her right foot as she stepped over him, she grinned in satisfaction as his writhing and mewling increased tenfold. She briefly wondered how Triston would sound when she did the same to him. Halting an extra-long second until she felt that his sack was properly squished, she finally stepped off of him. A final cumshot exploded from his cock, soaking completely through his pants.

Pausing only to silence the bat with a hard kick to the stomach, the assassin raised her hood and sprinted behind a nearby house. She made it just as several people rushed to the scene to see what the commotion was. It took a while for them to figure out what they were looking at. Most immediately called for the guards and town healer, but not all were so quick to help. One of the onlookers, a male croc that recognized and had been robbed by the pair, just laughed. Another, a young rat woman, looked from the bat on the ground to the wet spot of the raccoon's pants and immediately assumed the worst. Carmilla only just barely managed to wave her away before the rat's foot could stomp down onto his groin. A third spectator, a rabbit in a fancy cloak, cupped her own testicles in both sympathy and disgust.

By the time the thieves had regained the ability to speak, their attacker was already lounging in her bed, counting through their money. She hadn't managed to get to the blacksmith, but she didn't mind. Eight hundred gold from an easy job, plus another seven gold _and _a free strength potion?

Yeah, this was going to be a good week.