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Rune Guard: Learning Curve

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ STORY CONTENTS: Death, Blood, Violence, Language, Magic, Nudity, Vaginal, M/F

COPYRIGHTS: This story and characters owned and © R.J. Nebeker ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lyre shook her head with a growling grumble under her breath. When she was told she'd have a feast, she didn't think it would be in a bar. She had never been to an actual bar, the one in her home town was tiny, and a small group of mostly women. But here, there was nothing but a horde of brutish men cheering on dancing women whom were removing strips of clothing while shaking their hips and upper bodies to and fro. Alec noticed her irritation with the random shoves some of the men provided as they drunkenly cheered on the dancing girls that roamed amongst the crowd. She noticed all of them were Avians, which explained the odd dancing and removal of clothing.

"Small town boy 'ey Lyre?" Alec asked, calling out over the roar of the crowd. His own eyes following a rather busy Blue jays nearly exposed bosoms. His body sort of gyrating to the drum beat provided by three kangaroo women in the back of the room, their bodies decorated in tribal tattoo's, only thin leather strips covering their large bosoms and crotches from view.

After a moment of hesitation, Lyre nodded her head. "Yeah... the bar I'm used to had a lot more women than men. Change of pace, right?" she laughed, her voice sounding incredibly feminine in her laughter which she quickly quelled by downing some ale. She didn't care that Sprim had taken to traveling in her shirt; the random movement ensured men didn't try and see if the 'very slight' curve on her chest were tits or muscles. But when the Zeprin shimmied and twisted, it tickled her and several spurts of ale fell from her lips. "SPRIM!" she hissed through her teeth at her shirt.

The small beast popped its head from the top of her shirt and snorted. "What is it bimbo?"

Lyre twisted her muzzle and snapped at the mongrel in her shirt for that comment. "Stop calling me that, and stop moving around. You're tickling me." She whispered, trying to keep her voice low.

"WHAT WAS THAT? I TICKLE YOU?!" Sprim suddenly shouted, cackling in her own way as she disappeared down Lyre's shirt quickly. Men's eyes were on her, staring, and even the dancers and drummers had halted their actions to look at the male skunk curiously.

Downing the last of her Ale, Lyre stood from her table and stormed towards the bare, grinding her teeth together. She'd never drank heavily before, but today she was going too. She plopped her round bum down in to a stool, flicking her right ear lividly as the drums began to beat once more. "Bar keep... strongest stuff you have, and keep 'em coming." She called out; slamming one of her silver coins Alec had paid her with to the bar top. When the bar keep came over to inspect the coin, going as far as biting it, he placed a mug of ale with a large head on it in front of Lyre, and then left.

She downed the first mug in several large gulps, her eyes squinting tightly shut on each gulp before she pounded the mug down to the bar top. She hacked a few times, before a large hand clapped her back hard, making her suck in breath. "Damn son. First timer with the 'ard shit huh?" the male voice bellowed. The ursine that slammed his bulk in to a stool beside Lyre was massive in bulk. His right eye had a scar over it and his eyelid sewn shut. The left eye was dark and clouded, as if he was going blind.

"Y-Yes sir." She responded, still trying to catch her breath as the next round was delivered to her. She picked up the mug and went to down it, but a burly paw gripped the mug and spilled a small bit of ale on her shirt. For a moment, she panicked, would the ale stain her shirt to where the men could see her small breasts and call her in to the guards? Or would they rape her for posing as a boy? Her mug was forced back down to the bar top and the ursine looked at her with his good eye.

He stared at her face for a long time and then released her mug. "That's Alvista Ale kid, drink too much and it can kill you. That's why it's pricey, and Bar keeps like to let the idiots drink themselves to death, especially here." He paused, smirking at the bar keep, even as the man stalked off. Once more the old bear turned his head to Lyre and smiled. "Don't recognize me do ya kid?" he laughed heartily and shook his head some. "Well I know ya kiddo. New hair cut, new clothes, probably a new name too. But you'll always be mah little Lyrina honey." He smiled, though his voice was hushed, Lyre was startled at his commentary.

She gulped and then laughed, shaking her head. "Sir, I think ye've had a bit too much ta drink. I'm a lad, not a Lass." She laughed, taking a swig of her ale. Her mind raced, who was this man? How did he know about her?

Slowly though, the bear looked around the room, stretched out his arms until his joints popped audibly above the drum beats. "There's a ship leavin' in the mornin' honey. If yer gonna skedaddle, get passage on that ship. The Capt'n is a might bit of a letch, but with you looking like the boy yer daddy raised, ya won't have much problem with him." He paused and sighed. "You really don't remember yer ol' Uncle Lance?" he asked, his voice sullen.

She shook her head, downing her second mug of Ale. Turning her head to stare at the bar, a sign she didn't know what to say. The ursine stood up and patted her back some, saying something she couldn't hear over a sudden rise of drum beats. With a strong shake of her head, Lyre opened her eyes to find the seat occupied by a new person. He looked human at first glance, but she noticed the stark silver and white hair that flowed over his head and between two fox like ears, and then down his back. She didn't pay too much attention to his hair, she found herself staring at his ears... they were HUGE, giving a good six inches of height and the tips were a dark purple, her favorite color.

Staring all the more, she noticed the fur on his ears was a soft shade of blue-white, like Azure color. She felt her third mug of ale pushed against her hand, and she turned her head long enough to take a few swings before turning to the man again. His skin was a light shading of cream white and orange tint with a little bit of roan and brown here and there. He had a strong and broad chest with good sized arms, clawed finger tips with five fingered hands. Though she could only see his hands when he pulled them from the long sleeves of his blouse. Dark violet velvet made up his blouse, the sleeves perfectly straight and bent only when his arms bent together. The cuffs of the sleeve were wide and open, almost stiff in a circle, much like a set of stiff shoulder pads that hooked to the blouses shoulders.

A pair of pants made from the same material and color wrapped around his hips, and she could tell the legs were just like his sleeves, including the bell that enveloped his feet from view. She did notice nine... NINE tails attached to a semi-round rump on the man. Like his ears, his tails were a mass of azure colored fur that glowed slightly, tipped by deep purple tones that almost flickered like flames. She drew her eyes away again, drowning her muzzle in more ale for a moment; her eyes caught a pair of gloves on his hands. There were no fingers to the gloves black material, but affixed to his knuckles were four large gems. An Amethyst, Ruby, Topaz, and Emerald were on his right hand, she couldn't make out the left hands gems until he raised it to summon the bar keep.

Opal, Sapphire, Amber, and finally Onyx stones were on the left glove. She also noticed a short sword sheath slung to his left hip above another sheath with a weird curved sword with no hand guard. She looked at it quizzically, but then his emerald eyes met her own and he smiled. "Sorry kid, I'm not in to guys." The man said, his smile completely disarming her from response or further thought. All she could do was stare at his eyes; they were beautiful, shimmering like pools of lagoon water, even with slit black pupils like the depths of a lagoon in the middle. His right hand reached out and ruffled her head between the ears, snapping her from her delirium.

"HEY!" she barked out, grabbing his hands. "Ya mind... am drying to nink here." She grunted out, not even realizing she slurred her words like that. She'd never been drunk before, but boy was she feeling the heavy buzz. The man laughed, a deep baritone sound that resonated in his chest, and she seemed to soften again, even smiling.

He sat back down again, and offered his hand. "Name's Allester, what's your name cabin boy?" he asked.

Lyre grabbed his hand... after several failed attempts, and shook it hard. "Rear!" she said.

Allester, the bar keep, a passing macaw parrot dancer, and the three nearby Kangaroo drummers all stopped and broke out in to a triumphant laugh at poor Lyre's expense. She still hadn't realized what she said, and spoke up. "I snaid REAR! My maim is Rear!" she huffed, standing for a second before staggering right in to Allester. Her wet shirt smearing over his chest, she could feel his muscles tighten against her small tits, as he scooped her up and sat her back down, still laughing alongside everyone.

"His name is Lyre, boys." Alec called out from behind the Macaw woman, slipping a few coins in to her open coin purse as payment for showing off as much of her body as she was allowed.

The laughter died down, the Avian women started to gather their clothes, using some of their tips to buy all the men a round of the house best as thanks for their generous donations. The trio of kangaroo's even received a few donations, though they kept their small penance and helped the Avian women out the door. Allester and Lyre spent the entire time talking, and Drinking... by the evening bell, the two of them were semi-plastered and... completely wasted.

"S'wait... wait... yer- yer sayin'." Allester started, nursing a mug of common ale while looking at Lyre. "Ya never been wid a woman?" he hacked out finally.

Lyre on the other hand, had her seventh mug in hand, a forth of the way drank, and barely holding on to reality. "Wellllllp... I been wid a woman sorta." She commented.

"Snorta? How Sort- Ohh! Yer mum. HAH! She dun count, ya were a babe den." Allester laughed. "Yer never gonna get yer carrot wet wif dat atti... attipude..." he sneered and laughed. He paused and looked around a moment "AHH! Randince..." he huffed, reaching out for a plush raccoon woman with tits as big as his ears. She smiled, dressed in a whore's garb of corset, skirt, and red collar. He rested his face in her deep, soft furred cleavage and crooned. "Nnng... howsabout a trio hmm?" he hiced lightly.

She looked to Lyre, and then back to Allester while petting his head. "If ye got the coin suga, ya know I won't bitch." She soughed, scooping him up and tossing his whole buck eighty over her shoulder. "Need a lift upsta-" she stopped short as Lyre fell out of her chair and stammered a few times. Up went the skunkess' sixty-two pounds over the other shoulder. She could feel Allester playing with her large butt over her shoulder and chuckled.

It didn't take long to get to the taverns customer rooms, she deposited both 'males' on the bed and closed the door behind her. "Alright gents, off with the clothes." She chided, looking to get home as soon as she could and trying to hurry the drunks along. Her skirt clipped to the base of her corset, so it came off easily to reveal a sopping bush of cum matted fur between her legs. She watched Allester strip rather effortlessly, she knew from experience he was accustomed to that action... but Lyre seemed hesitant, shy. "Ohh... dare I ask do I have a young virgin in my hands?" she giggled, it was rare to find herself with such a handsome lad that was untouched.

Lyre gulped, she was sobering up fast now that all the blood was rushing through her adrenaline infused body. She never thought she'd be in a position like this... and what made it worse, there was this gorgeous guy stripping right next to her on the bed! She couldn't help but stare at the meat that flopped out of the man's pants. It's also when she noticed that his legs were animalistic, pure fox legs with adorable hind paws! She felt something shit on her other side, and jumped when she turned around.

Beside her, the raccoon woman had sat down, the stench of four or five men assaulted Lyre's nose and she tried to keep a straight face without gagging. "Come on sugar', I don't bite unless asked. Or... do ya not care for women 'en?" she giggled "Course you are, you want women, Allester would never touch another man." She laughed, running her hand along Lyre's belly. "Now come on cub, get these off." She huffed, grabbing Lyre's slacks and yanking them down just as Allester rolled over to help. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" the woman snarled, standing up quickly as she looked at Lyre's hairy cunt.

"Buhh..." Allester stopped, seeming to snap out of his stupor rather quickly.

"Fucking prick Allester, you know damn well I'm the only trick allowed in the bed!" she snapped, stomping towards her skirt and grabbing it. "Fucking ass hole." She snapped under her breath and slammed the door behind her.

There was a dead silence in the room, Lyre was frozen with her elbows on the bed, and her legs stretched across the bed to the head rest, ankles tangled in her pants. Allester continued to stare at the thick thatch of hair between her legs, able to see the pouting, hungry lips and smell the strong scent of heat wafting from those folds. He was already naked, and he'd seen plenty of pussy in his life, but to find himself staring at one on what he thought was a boy... it was a first.

Lyre sucked in a breath of confusion, and let out a little chirping gasp when he lifted the hem of her shirt and showed off her small tits that had just a teeny tiny bit of jiggle to them when she shifted. When her shirt fell back down, she blinked at him a few times; fear and uncertainty filled her eyes, as she waited to be beaten or worse.

"So... 'Lyre' was it?" he asked, chuckling a bit and laying his head right on her pussy mound, making her suck in her breath and shift a bit uncomfortably for a second. "Mmmm... you do smell good though, but I don't think yer in to men if you're hiding as one." He chuckled. "That why you had no problems actin' like one of the boys?" he inquired.

She was taken aback by that line of questioning; she furrowed her eyebrows and lightly smacked his cheek. "I'm totally in to guys. I just want to escape this land. I want to choose my man, not be bent over like a bitch in heat and used by a random guy who fancies a piece of ass." She snarled.

The were both sobering up fast just laying there, but Allester was more accustomed to the effects and cleared his head much sooner. "So, that explains why you've never been with a woman except 'sorta', you ARE a woman." He chuckled, sitting up, seeing no point in getting dressed. She saw no point in it either and took off her top to lay naked on the bed with him, both of them on their backs with their feet be one another's heads. They stared at the ceiling quietly, until he sat up again. "Saving yourself for the right man huh?"

"What?" she barked, lifting just her head. She gave a soft laugh "Yeah... but I won't ever have him. We were child hood friends, and I didn't grew a breeders body." She sighed; flexing her poofy tail and feeling it land squarely on Allester's face. "Now he's gone and joined the Military, he can have any woman he wants, he's never made a pass at me, but loves poking fun at my tits." She growled.

"So... if you can't have him, why keep waiting to get laid? Sex should be fun, enjoyable, pleasant." He said, gripping her poofed out tail and stroking it.

She shuddered from that affectionate touch; secretly her tail was her hot spot! Furthermore, she was still hazy thanks to drinking so hard. Suddenly she rolled off of the bed and walked over to the window, her large butt jostling with each swaying sashay of her hips. She looked for the moon and chuckled "Wow... it's early morning already?" she asked him, though knew he couldn't answer. But even before he could, she whirled on him and walked up to the bed. "Sounds good. But... we do it my way!" she said.

He laughed and nodded his head as she climbed up on to the bed on all fours. Instead of crawling over him, she straddled his legs with her ass pressing to his stomach. "I saw my dad and one of his concubines like this when I was a little girl." She said, shimmying up to his engorged cock and letting it rest against her labia lips. "This is right... isn't it?"

Allester grunted a bit, lifting his right eyebrow as his hands clasped her butt cheeks and squeezed. "Honey, it's not even in you." He chuckled.

"But... this is how they we-HEY!" she barked out as his hands lifted her so she was sitting up on her knees, his dick head pressing against her hairy lips. "What the hell? My way remember?!" she barked over her shoulder at him.

"This is your way, but I'm guessing daddy never taught ya how to fuck baby. Cuz this goes, IN-siiiowww..." he snarled, as he spoke his hands pushed down on her hips, forcing the crown of his shaft to split her virgin lips open. She was too stunned to scream, yelp, or even move.

The buzz running through her mind dulled the pain considerably, and as she sank so slowly down his engorged tool. She bit her lip and leaned her head back. "Ohgod... this is... owww yer big." She huffed. Feeling her hips instinctively rolling, but causing a good portion of his shaft to glide right up her core, making her lean forward with her hands on his knees. "Nyuh... ow..." she hissed through her teeth. She was panting already and she had only just taken him to the point her vulva smeared against his heavy balls and groin.

"Actually... mnnphh, I'm only averaged size baby." He chuckled, letting out a soft grunt during that final slip down his tool. Both of his hands relaxed on her ass cheeks, stroking those soft round half globes with a smile. "See, now we're doin' it right. Now you get to move up and down on it, as if you were riding a Snarnk." He said, giving her butt a soft little paddling.

She squirmed in his lap the moment his fingers teased her naked flesh like that, making her gasp and groan out in an audibly feral manner. She squeezed her fingers against his knees and lifted with her hips, a shuddering gasp and gulp of air echoed from her muzzle and she froze. "ohgodthatfeelsweird!" she mumbled out swiftly. "But good." She finished, having pulled up half of his mast and then slowly lowering herself down his meat once more. Her ears twisted at the sound of a wet slurching noise echoing from between her legs, she hadn't noticed how wet she was becoming, but it was beautiful. She could see stars when her eyes closed, rising and falling in slow movements that let her inner muscles relax and stretch around its first invader.

Her tail bobbed at the tip of its curve, moving in time with her hips motions that added an odd sensation for Allester's mind, it was like an attractive tease swaying in front of him, while the other end took care of his desire. His fingers dug in to her rump as he watched her slow droll, taking her time to enjoy her first lay. As he looked down her tail towards her butt, he snerked a little as he noticed she was riding him awkwardly. Her feet were pushed in to the bedding and she leaned forward on her hands, which put a sharper angle then she needed but oddly put pressure directly on her g-spot. He could tell she was already riding the edge of her first orgasm, her face was contorted as she held her head low... if she opened her eyes, she'd see him watching.

He continued to watch her fat pussy glide up and down his smooth rod, giving a deep growl of pleasure when she slammed her hips down roughly. She screamed a high pitched yowl of pleasure and he felt the sheets under his back slip as her fists yanked and tightened. But inside her body, those silky walls rolled from his base to tip in a vicious, vice like milking motion that fluttered along his flesh in a tickling of wet, strong butterfly kisses.

After her high, she was slightly limp, and he chuckled. "Done with your way? Do you wanna continue?" he asked her.

Her ear lifted, and she nodded her head, but then paused "Wait... that's... not all?" she quipped. Looking back at him confused.

He blinked a few times, staring a moment longer before he folded his feet under himself and sat up without pulling his dick from her fat folds that still squeezed his meat in a merciless grip. "Did your mother never teach you, or your father tell you?" he asked seriously. When she shook her head, he chuckled. "You just came, orgasm, hit your peek. Men have a similar reaction, except we nut." He says, gripping firmly on her hips and looking at her upturned ass cheeks. He drew back, watching her eyes clamp shut as she shuddered a moaning grunt of whorish indignity. His next thrust was met with a muffled 'WHUMP' sound of her thick furred bum absorbing his smacking crotch hitting her own.

She squealed a little bit, groaning in to the bedding as her first lover took her so roughly from behind. It was odd at first, she saw the softer, slower way her father had taken his lady friend... but this man was feral. He grabbed at her small tits, fondling them which made her blush bright crimson along her ears, but what made her scream and moan was the power he put behind each thrust, the passion and desire of lust he fed in to her hips that resonated across her body. She was melting in to the bed, and she could smell her own scent mingled with his musky, sweaty stench... if she wasn't drunk already, the smell was making sure she was losing it, and she wanted to lose it.

Hearing him grunt, and moan over her back, knowing that this experienced letch was finding pleasure in her body, it lit a fire in her body. She found her strength again and pushed her knees under her hips, giving him a much better angle to drive in to her from. She loved how he paid attention to her small tits, squeezing along them, tugging on her thick nipples and smashing them to her chest firmly when he pounded in to her hips. She breathed heavily from his weight over her back, supporting his body, his powerful thrusts, it was a work out and she found herself wanting it. Every thrust of his dick in to her passage sent sparks of pleasure rushing up her spine and shooting out of her muzzle in swears and adult sounds.

She could feel every fleshy inch of his meat gliding through her innards like a scythe through wheat. He moved with powerful thrusts, spurring his entire length up her passage and in to her heated belly. Only to draw back and make that flared rim around his cock head tease her sensitive muscled walls. She was closing in on her second orgasm when she felt him drive in one final time. Her eyes shot open and she snarled "FUCKER! Did you just piss in me?!" she snapped, her head turned to look over her shoulder at him.

He was laughing! How DARE he laugh at her indignity of being used as an outhouse! She whirled on him, sliding his dick from her pussy and she punched him square in the face, he went toppling to the head boards, but her movements put her off balance and she fell off the footboards, landing on her back. She was disoriented, but once her eyes opened, she was looking up at the turgid dick that was ramming her to her core just seconds ago... coated in a white slimy substance. "The hell?"

"This is cum. It's also what breeders call 'baby batter'. That's what I emptied in to you honey... are you really this Naive?" he asked her, reaching down and picking her up to set her back on the bed.

Her cheeks were crimson and pink, but her ears were strawberry red with embarrassment. "I... ohgod I didn't know!" she huffed. She grabbed his cheek and looked over it a few seconds. "God, I'm so sorry..."

He just chuckled "Not the first time I've been decked by a girl, baby." He smirked "But how about making it up to me, lets fuck some more, sure?" he winked.

Laughing, she grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him in to the bed, straddling him with her breasts smashed to his chest as she kissed him hungrily.

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In the afternoon, Lyre opened her eyes, expecting to be back home in her bed. Instead, she felt sore between her legs, and felt stuffed tightly like cramps. She also tasted salt on her tongue, just realizing her muzzle was wide open, laying in a pool of her own drool on top of a smooth skinned male's chest. Her head shot up and her muzzle clamped shut, her sudden movement stirring the dick still buried between her thighs, and then the mornings romp returned to her... nine times they changed positions, they even broke two legs on the bed during her furious ride that third time round. She sniffed the air, it was filled with the smell of a satisfied woman and man, and she basked in the scent for a few moments.

When she felt her lover's chest rise sharply, she knew he was waking up. As his eyes opened, she looked at him bashfully, but with a coy smile on her lips. "Hey." She said in a hushed whisper, feminine and tinged with adoration.

"Afternoon Lyre." He said, rolling his hands up her belly, and cupping her breasts. She sighed in the feeling and smiled. But it quickly fell off her face as she looked around. "Oh shit the ship!" she squeaked, leaping off of his crotch without a care for the frothing cum drying between her legs, or any of the fresher seed drooling down her thighs. She grabbed her pants, slammed her legs through them and hauled them up. Her shirt was next and she smiled "Thanks for the hot sex babe... gods I want stay now, but if I get caught, I'm dead." She barked, kissing his forehead and running out the door screaming "SPRIIIIIIIM!"

In the bed... Allester was trying to stop her, but she just seemed so dead set on heading out that he had no chance. He got dressed, and then climbed out of the bed. Climbing down the stairs, he met the Bar keep and paid for the room, as well as the broken bed. He then stepped out in to the crowded city streets and marched along the cobblestone roadway towards the dock.

Stopping near the granary, he walked in and found a Macaw parrot inside, one of the dancers from the previous evening. He snuck up behind her, grabbed her butt cheeks and leaned his head over her shoulder. Her feathers flared out from the sudden touch, but once that head rested there, and she saw the man staring down her impressive EE's cleavage, she snapped her beak. "Now Allester, what have I told you about fucking those whores in town?" she cooed softly, patting his cheek.

"Aww, Alina, she wasn't a whore... in fact I thought she was a guy at first until we got plastered together and tried to play with Candince." He responded, but felt sharp claws pulling on his ear firmly.

Alina turned her head and looked at him. "What kind of wife do you think I am? You're allowed to fuck the girls on ship because they're from our nation and there I'm Queen, they wouldn't try to steal you from me, to loyal. But these floozies you run off with, -" she felt hands cup her beak shut.

He smiled at his wife, and kissed her. "Lutalo." He said.

Her eyes unfocused for a moment, and then refocused. "You find it? Cor good for you luv. Now we can go home." She chuckled. Letting go of his ear and turning to the owner of the shop. "This lout here will do all of the work, penance for wetting his cock in foreign pussy." She clucked, and turned to her husband again. "Well?"

Frowning, Allester murmured a bit "I think it was his daughter." He then sank to his knees and pulled the front of his wife's dress up, burying his face in to her feathered crotch. A muffled semblance of apologies flowed from beneath the fabric, making Alina's eyes flutter with slight pleasure before he pulled himself free and smiled up to her.

"That fluff butt had a daughter did he?" she asked. She rose from the chair she was in, standing four inches over his six foot frame. Red feathers cloaked the majority of her body save for her head which was a bright teal color with crimson red eyes. Her beak stood out three inches from her face, sharp and wide on the top and bottom. Her wings could easily span ten to eleven feet from tip to tip. But the backside feathers were blue on the upper portion while the flight feathers were a beautiful green along with her three foot tail feathers that extended from a curvaceous butt and wide hips.

Her arms and chest were well muscled, still female in a sense, but showed corsairs skill at acrobatics and swordsmanship. Her breasts pushed against a tight fitting corset that pronounced her heavy bosoms more by lifting them and forcing them together. A flowing bell dress wrapped around her hips; hiding her long legs that looked just like her arms; half way down her forearms and shins, her feathers stopped, bringing up black scales that cloaked the rest of her hands and five fingers.

"Yeah... she was calling for Sprim as she ran out of the room." He chuckled, pulling his wife in close for a hug.

She pecked him lightly on the cheek and hugged him close. "Well damn it, if you're going to fuck a girl, bring me in. You know I'm much more of a ladies woman than I am men." She arched her wings a bit. "Gods all those men are pigs." She hissed.

"Even me?" he asked.

"Yes you! You just fucked another woman while drunk, and you didn't even invite me!" she huffed.

He chuckled at her and smiled. "You're not pissed I fucked another woman, you love watching me do that. You're just pissed you weren't there." He smirked as he turned her around, pressing her cushiony rump to his crotch as his arms wrapped over her belly softly. "Besides, we have to make sure that one day soon your womb is heavy with my eggs."

Clicking her beak lightly, Alina sighed and admitted defeat. Even when he pulled her in closer like that and they began walking down the street. She loved this man; she didn't know what she did, as he was the only man she had ever cared to look at! But that never mattered to her; instead she just liked to be with him, around him, near him, against him, in bed with him. So he screwed around on her, she screwed other women without him too! But as a couple, her magic and his brawn seemed to mesh so perfectly, only because of their relationship.

Neither of them noticed the docks closing in on them, but once they arrived, they both looked up at the ship marked "Guardian" and sighed with relief. The entire ship was made from an alloy of light metals reinforced inside by thicker cross beams and studs that created a seamless unity of structure and defense. Even alone, the alloy metal could stand running aground without any wear or tare. Four broad masts sat in the middle of the ship, along with a bow and aft mast sporting angled sails that no other ship carried. Eighteen bola-ballista mounts lined the ship's hull, nine on each side.

"Wow... that's the Ship Alec?" a voice echoed in their ears.

Both Allester and Alina turned their heads to peer at the voice. "She looks nothing like Maybeth... that woman made me look flat." Alina commented under her breath. Allester just chuckled as he waved over Alec and Lyre.

"Alina! Allester! My good friends, it's so good to see the lovely couple still happily wed." Alec said, shaking their heads. But Lyre stared in abject horror at Allester and Alina, never mind she just screwed a married man, but now she's meet his wife, and she was one of the dancers last evening!

"Lyre, Lyre. This is captain Darkflame, and his wife. They're the only mercenary group I ever charter from city to city. Lyre here's looking for a new job ya know?" Alec stated, acting just like a merchant trying to sell his wares.

Allester laughed some "He's hired. Cabin Boy. Hop too; go speak with Tulula over there about helping with the Dry supplies and Citrus." He said pointing out a Blue jay female lifting two heavy crates of repair wood on to the docks.

She too was a dancer last evening, and as Lyre moved closer, she noticed three Kangaroo women in miniscule clothing and tattoo's all sitting spread legged and working on mast coils and pulleys for the ship. She was amazed that the thirteen dancers, the three drummers, and her first man all worked on the same ship... was it fate calling to her... or was Sprim tickling her again? No, she thought, Sprim was fast asleep when she found the Zeprin. She tugged at her pants crotch, grumbling as some of the cum Allester left in her began to itch and stick to her cunt lips and the pants lining... at least it made her act male.

Allester, however, busied himself with a second Zeprin; it was nearly a foot long, almost. Its tail glittered a silver and blue color with flecks of purple. Its wings spread to balance its body on Allester's shoulder, feathered and glistening silver and white like his ear. "Loud Master is when he ruts females." The creature said its voice a high Alto, feminine and proud. The eyes were blue with a swirl of green in the left eye, but a smile that belied her strength.

"Yes, he is, isn't he?" Alina piped in to the Zeprin's comment.

"Don't you two have better things to do then talk about my sexual habits?" he asked the two females.

They just looked at one another and burst out laughing. The Zeprin's head leaning back, revealing a mobile gold tiara on her head that floated just a centimeter above her physical body. "Princess says that master is loud. Had to listen to you all night I did... must say, the taste of your nectar, still good." She said.

"Mmm, it does taste good doesn't it? How does the skunk taste?" Alina asked.

"Like marshmallows and chocolate!" Princess let out in a giggling squeal of truth.

Allester could only roll his eyes and continue running through a check list.

~~ To be continued... ~ Allester E. Darkflame