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As I lay in bed, my hands tucked under my head, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling of Elrick's patient room, I try to relax and ignore the sting of my most recent wounds. The ten holes in my back are deeper into my muscles than I thought. Elrick said I was lucky that the Boss' claws tearing into me along with the devastating backbreaker didn't damage the ligaments holding my spine together too bad. It still hurts. Unbelievably. But somehow I've managed to move around short distances on my own for the past two days since the fight. Today would be day three if Elrick would let me leave this damn room. My only problem at the moment, beside the aches and pains, is my lack of sleep. This bed is fucking uncomfortable and my mind has been racing like crazy ever since Jacob pulled the trigger that sent the crossbow bolt piercing through both of the Boss' temporal lobes of his brain.

I can't believe how easy he's taking it. I can't believe how easy he took it at the time. While Jacob and I have our similarities, the differences are just as clear. I was nearly in ruins when I took my first life but Jacob, it's like he's not even phased. I get that most things that bother me don't bother him but this is just shocking. Either he's a tougher shell to crack than I've thought for the past fifteen years or he's been keeping a dark secret all this time.

He's capable enough.. is it possible he's killed before?

I don't want to think about that. Jacob wouldn't keep something like that from me. It's just not possible, we tell each other everything. Actually, now that I mention it, I have been keeping my chase for Victor and the cave from him.

I'm such a hypocrite.

I wonder where Rick and Shaun took off to. If they were smart, they would be on their way to another kingdom, far away from me and everyone else. Let's hope they're not stupid enough to come after me for revenge. It'd be their end and if they haven't figured that out by now then I should have killed them when I had the chance, as much as I hate myself for jumping to that conclusion. It's still a possibility but I'm pretty sure Rick would know better. Shaun on the other hand, I don't know him well enough to say for sure, just enough to know he screams when I graze the bones in his hand with my butterfly knife.

Guess I'll find out sooner or later.

The doorknob on the other side of the room started to turn as its mechanisms clanked against other metal. I turned my head as I watched the door open and Elrick walk in.

"Good evening, Nathaniel," Elrick greets as he lights a few candles to brighten the room. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better than yesterday," I answered, looking back up to the ceiling. "Although it would have been nice if I had spent the night in my own bed."

"As long as your wrapped in those bandages, you're stuck in here," Elrick tells me as he walks over to my bedside. "Can you sit up?"

I didn't answer, instead I moved my hands from behind my head, rose to my elbows and clenched my teeth as I struggled to lift myself. It stung but I managed to let my legs hang over the bed and rest my back against the wall.

"Very good," Elrick praises. "Now follow my finger." Elrick lifted a hand to my face and pointed a finger up to the ceiling. As I kept my eyes at the tip of his claw, he waved his hand slowly to my left then to my right. His finger came back to the center of my point of view then rose up and back down. "Good," Elrick states, dropping his hand, grabbing a clipboard and a pen and sitting in the chair next to the bed. "Any migraines or unusual pain of any kind?," Elrick asks, looking up to me.

"No," I answered. "Nothing we haven't already established."

"Signs of delirium, dizziness, light headedness, blurred vision or loss of hearing?," Elrick continues, scribbling on the paper on the clipboard.

"Again, no," I replied. "Why would I have loss of hearing?"

"Just taking precautions, son," Elrick says, still scribbling. "How's your back?"

"Agonizing," I said, looking away. "But nothing I can't fight through."

"Well, nonetheless, you're bedridden until I say otherwise," Elrick says, crossing his legs in his seat. "How'd you sleep?"

"I didn't," I told him. "Too much on my mind."

"Very well," Elrick said, scribbling a little more then tossing the clipboard back on the table and rising to his feet. "I'll put something together that'll knock you right out."

"Can it wait?," I asked, painfully cracking my back as I leaned forward.

Ow.

"You haven't let me leave this room since I woke up yesterday," I continued. "I've been locked up for over twenty-four hours and i'd like to go out for while. Maybe have a little social interaction. Where's Jake?"

"Actually, I was just about to let him and Selina in to see how you're doing," Elrick says walking over to the door. "I just wanted to make a professional opinion first."

Right. Of course.

Elrick opened the door and no sooner did Jacob and Selina walk in wearing smiles to see me well on my way to recovery.

"Hey buddy," Jacob greets, sitting on the operating table in the center of the room. "How's it goin'?"

"Had better days, but I can't complain," I replied, slightly shrugging.

Ow.

I looked over to Selina who now wore a blank face. I rose an eyebrow and opened my mouth to say something but she started walking over to me which left me silent. She stood in front of me, looking down into my eyes. I looked back up to her, lips parted in curiosity. Then, she pulled a hand back as far as she could and slapped me at full strength. Even through my fur, the sound of her hand across my cheek could have been heard from the other side of the front door.

Surprised, I dropped my jaw, rubbing my cheek and looked back at her either in shock or anger. "What the hell?," I asked, raising a hand in question.

Instead of answering, she knelt down and softly hugged me, careful not to hurt me and burying my face into her shoulder.

"You're an idiot," she tells me, still holding me in her arms as I hugged her back. "We almost lost you."

"You did?," I asked, questioning her with my eyes as she released me. I looked over to Elrick still standing at the open door. "You didn't tell me that yesterday."

"I decided it would be best if you didn't have the stress of knowing weighing down on your shoulders," Elrick excused himself. "As you said, you have too much on your mind as it is."

Fair enough.

"So what happened?," I asked, looking to all their faces. "Last thing I remember before I woke up was riding back to the city with Jake."

"Yeah, uh...," Jacob mumbles as he scratches the back of his head. "Well, you kinda sorta fainted, fell off the horse and bashed your head into a tree at full speed."

Now you tell me? So that's why Elrick was asking me all those questions.

"Which didn't help what hell you already went through," Selina adds, giving Jacob a dirty look then turning back to me with the same face. "And I don't care how sure you are of yourself, don't ever do something like that again!"

"I'm.. I'm sorry?," I mumble, not sure why I was apologizing. "I didn't know what else to do, I wasn't going to just leave it alone."

"We all could have come up with something together.", Selina continues to nag me. Her facial expression turned from the angered stare to her smile, not the seductive look that's gets me off but the sweet, loving grin that tells me she cares. "But good job. Ass."

"Bitch," I replied with a similar grin.

A knock was heard from the front door.

Oh, God, please don't be Rick.

"I'll get that," Elrick says, walking out of the patient room.

"Oh, hey, Nate, I almost forgot," Jacob says, rummaging through the pockets of his jacket. He pulled out a sealed envelope and handed it to me from his seat on the table. "The Hobo got back from his supply run while you were knocked out."

I looked down to the envelope and read the name and return address.

Sylvia Lee Hart, building number seventy-two, Northern Lights settlement, Apulco Mountains.

Mother.

I hurried to tear the seal with my claw and pulled out the contents, throwing the envelope in the trash can at the foot of my bed.

Nathaniel, 6/21/1014

I was beginning to wonder when you'd write, I'm so relieved to hear from you. I understand how you feel about the change, honey, but I believe it's for the best. You're a full grown man now and you remind me so much of your father. Give it time, you'll make yourself comfortable with your new life soon enough. After all, you get your adaptability from me.

I'm glad to hear you're making new friends. I was always worried Jacob would scare off his competition, you know he doesn't like to share. I'd be happy to meet Elrick and Selina when you come to bring me to the city, and no, I didn't forget about that. You best keep your promise, mister.

Things haven't really changed since you left. The hunt leaders had a meeting to split your group as well as Adam's equally amongst the remaining seven and the wolves haven't appeared since the night he was killed. His funeral was very unsettling. The entire time, all I could think of was your father. Don't get me wrong, I mourned for Adam and paid my respects all the same as everyone else but I just kept asking, "what happened to Ben after he left ten years ago?". Recently, I find myself asking that exact question more often than not. But you shouldn't let Adam's death hang over your head, Nathan. It was not your fault or anyone else's and even though I hate the way you handled it, the bastards responsible got what they deserved. Even an animal knows when it's been beaten.

As for this man, Victor, I have no knowledge of him but Tony seems to know quite a bit. When I mentioned you were trying to track Victor down, he seemed very unhappy, almost disturbed. He didn't tell me a whole lot, only to tell you that his last name is Priest and you can find him at a cottage deep inside the Indo Forest south of the city. I hope you're not getting yourself into any trouble, if I find out this Victor is bad news, I'll be coming to the city to put an end to this search myself.

All that aside, I'm glad things are working out. Tony and I both miss and love you all the same and we can't wait to see you and Jacob again. Be sure to tell Jacob we miss and love him too, that includes his father. The two of you take care of each other and be safe.

Love,

Mom

Victor Priest. So it wasn't just a dream. Victor exists. Which means the cave I'm supposed to find does, too. Does it also mean my father really is visiting me from beyond the grave? No, that's not something I need to worry about right now. I have a name and location so I track Victor down and... then what? Maybe he knows I'm coming? Maybe he'll be able to shine some light on this cave.

I wonder why Tony responded the way he did when my mother asked him about Victor. Clearly, he must know this man as well as my father did. Which means he's been hiding something.

What is it about you, Victor, that makes me feel so uneasy? I have to know what you are to my family.

I sat the letter on the table next to Elrick's clipboard and leaned against my knees. Just then, Elrick walks back into the patient room with the rest of us.

"You have a couple visitors, Nathaniel," Elrick says, motioning to the door.

As I followed Elrick's hand, Anthony walked in, looking very displeased, as the King himself followed behind.

"Don't bother bowing," the King says, looking to the three of us with his hands behind his back. "I'm beginning to think I'll be seeing your faces enough to know you on a casual basis. Outside the courtroom."

"Even so, My Lord, I owe you my most sincere apologies," I replied, nodding in an effort to bow anyway. "I believe I know why you're here and I'm prepared to accept the consequences."

"Yes, you mentioned that in your note to Anthony," the King says, reaching into a pocket of his fine silk robe and pulling out the note. He unfolded it and held it up to his eyes. "Anthony, if you're reading this, I'm sure you've already figured out I'm responsible for the attack on your knights," the king began to recite my note. "I assume none of what I'm about to tell you will make much of a difference in my defense but it needs to be said. Please understand that I was left no other option. Yes, I was accompanied by the rabbit archer associated with the smugglers. He showed up at Elrick's doorstep on the evening of the nineteenth asking for my help to terminate his boss. I refused until it came to knowledge that if his boss lived, the city would undergo another savage attack. My guilt from the previous attack lead me to accept the rabbit's offer knowing that if I had still refused, more lives would have been lost. I'm almost certain that the rabbit's offer is most likely a ruse to lure me to my demise and I have made a plan to counteract in the case that my assumption is correct where my life would be the only one at stake. I didn't inform you of the threat to the city because if I had, lives still would have been taken. I'm guessing you would have sent a counter attack before he could make a move, it's what I would have done, it's what I'm doing. But if I had left it in the hands of local authorities, the lives lost would have been those of your military. I believe you know me well enough by now to know if even a single life were at stake, I would have taken it into my own hands, regardless. I truly am sorry for all that I have been responsible for since I first arrived. All of this has been my mess from the beginning and I felt it was my responsibility to put an end to it. I know this is no excuse and I cannot fix what I've done with a simple apology but I promise you I will return to face the music, I will return with the smuggler boss' blood on my hands and I will return with the news that his organization is no more. I'll see you in a couple of days. -Nathaniel"

I looked to the King in wait for my punishment. Anthony continued to give me a blank stare. I could clearly tell he's not happy with me. The yellow of his feline eyes burned like the sun as Anthony stared me down. The King returned the note to the pocket in his robe and looked to me with patience.

"Elrick informed me of the details of your plan," the King says, replacing his hands behind his back. "And of your flawless success."

"I wouldn't say flawless," I reply, looking to Jacob for an instant then back to the King. "It could have went a lot better."

"Either way, you've done me a great kindness," the King assures. "Though, I am very displeased you resorted to incapacitating my men in an effort to avoid arrest."

"I understand, Sire," I said, looking at the ground. "Looking back on it, there were better ways to handle the situation and, clearly, I made the worst choice."

"You have a habit of that," Jacob butts in.

"Jacob!," Selina shoots Jacob down under her breath, smacking his arm. Jacob looked back at her with his "what the fuck" face.

"Well, whatever the case, I didn't come here to punish you," the King continues. "I wish to offer you a job."

My jaw dropped slightly and my eyes popped out in shock. "You're kidding," I assumed. "Aren't you?"

"No, I am not," the King answers. "You're skill set and capabilities are rare in those amongst your generation making you fit for an elite soldier, like Anthony here."

"Permission to speak freely, Sire?," Anthony's Irish voice asks from the King's side.

"Granted," the King replies.

"Nathaniel, I want you to know though I do respect you and your code, I loath your disrespect and neglect to follow Canniban laws," Anthony says. "I do not question the King's decision to employ you, it's not my place to do so, but know that if it were up to me, you'd be slipping out of your bloody mind in the dungeons for your insolence."

"I get that," I replied, looking him in the eyes. "Really, I do, I expected something like that from the moment I put a pen to that piece of paper. I don't disagree with you in the slightest and I'd gladly do the time you'd sentence me to. I don't know how yet, but I'll make it up to you, one way or another."

"See that you do," Anthony told me, then nodded to the King. "Sire."

"This job I'm offering," the King continues, looking back to me, "I may have lead you astray from my actual intention. I'm not offering you a position in my military, all Canniban knights are required to have a document of authenticity of a noblemen and as far as I know, you do not."

"What did you have in mind?," I asked.

"I could use your abilities on a battlefield," the King told me. "Though law decrees that I cannot permit you to enlist in the military, regardless of my own desire to do so. However, there is no law that says I cannot appoint you head of a force that does not yet exist."

I looked to the King, confused. "I'm sorry, Sire, I'm not following you," I said, shaking my head.

"I have long considered putting together a team of extraordinary individuals for specialized missions throughout the mainland," the King explains. "These particular tasks take place in the surrounding kingdoms as well as Canniban and require a number of skills that would take a platoon to carryout but the number of men is far too great to complete the missions undetected, Canniban cannot be connected to these events. However, I have been unsuccessful in my search for capable bodies until I met you."

"What exactly would I have to do?," I asked. "Can you give me an example?"

"It will always vary," the King says. "Some missions will be those that my knights simply can't risk being a part of, others will be those that have the odds stacked well against us. And there is one other thing. Something I have learned you are not comfortable with."

"What is it?," I ask in curiosity.

"Some, not all, of these missions will require you to preform one or several assassinations at any given time," the King says. "Would you be able to do that?"

I looked down at the floor for a moment to think it over. I need the job. And I wouldn't be wasting my skills washing dishes at a restaurant. This is just the type of thing my father and Tony trained me for but still. My knowledge is based on self defense, not assassinations. Would it be breaking my father's code to accept?

I looked back up to the King. "Under one condition," I finally answered.

"Name it," the King said. "It's yours."

"If I have to take a life, I need solid proof that their guilty enough for the punishment," I told the King. "If I don't feel they deserve it, I'm sorry but I just can't."

"I share your compassion for life, Nathaniel," the King said. "But know that I would not call for such an act on anyone I was not absolutely sure is darkened to their core. If you accept, I will provide you with this information as you request but I assure you, you will never receive an innocent target."

"Alright," I agreed. "I'll do it."

"Excellent," the King smiled. "You will be paid weekly whether you have been given an assignment for that week or not. You're assignments will come randomly so if you plan to leave the city for any reason, be sure that I know your estimated time of departure and return. You will also not be paid for this time away so I suppose you could look at it as your vacation time."

"What about the rest of this new force, My Lord?," I asked. "There's bound to be others to join me, right?"

"I was hoping you would recruit your own men as your first assignment," the King answers. "For some reason, I seem to have the worst luck with this type of thing. Your welcome to pick anyone you see fit, provided they can prove that they have the proper training."

"What about Anthony?," I asked.

"Me?," Anthony questions, "Why in God's name would you want me?"

"I'm just as curious," the King says.

"Oh, come on," I said, rolling my eyes at Anthony. "What else do you do during your day besides placing orders, Admiral? Besides, you're the most qualified soldier Canniban has to offer and I trust you. Plus, I could teach you a thing or two about protecting your own ass from guys like me." I turned my gaze to the King. "Excuse my language, Sire."

"Excused," the King replies then turns to Anthony. "I'll admit, he has a point but the choice is yours. It does mean he would have authority over you during these missions."

Anthony turned from the King to face me in contemplation. As he watched me, deep in thought, I rose my arms, let my hands hang limp and my tongue hang out with wide open eyes to imitate a begging dog. Anthony huffed and turned away, pressing two fingers to his temple.

"I can't believe I'm considering this," Anthony mumbles to himself. He stood, facing away from all other eyes in the room for a few moments before turning back to me. "Fine," Anthony finally agrees. "But we do things by the bloody book. No more going behind our legal system. If I find out you've been breaking Canniban laws inside our boarders again, we will have a problem."

"Fine by me," I reply, raising my hands in acceptance. "I'd also like Jake on the team."

"What?," Anthony, Jacob and Elrick question in unison.

"He has the potential and under my guidance, he could be just as much of a lethal force as I am," I explained then turned to Jacob. "How 'bout it, buddy? I'd feel a lot more comfortable with you at my side. I wouldn't be alive right now if it wasn't for you."

"Wasn't expecting the offer. But do you really think I'm going to say no?," Jacob rhetorically asks. "What would you do without me?"

"I'd rather not have to try," I replied with a grin then turned to the King. "So that's three men. Will that be enough? At least until I find others."

"I want in, too," Selina butts in.

We all looked at her. For a moment no one dared to question her, leaving silence floating in the air.

"Are you insane?," Jacob breaks the silence, staring at her with questioning eyebrows.

"I happen to be a lot more capable than you think, jackass," Selina replies, giving him the same dirty look from earlier. "My uncle didn't give me all the weapons hanging in my bedroom for nothing. And if you two must insist on getting yourselves killed, I'm at least going to be there to keep that from happening."

"And who are you?," the King asks, motioning to Selina.

"Oh!," Selina jumps then hurries to bow, "Forgive me, My Lord. My name is Selina, my family has been doing business with you for quite a while."

"I'm afraid my memory betrays me," the King points out. "Could you refresh it for me?"

"Certainly," Selina says with a smile. "My uncle is the blacksmith that designs your military's equipment and you sold a building to my father when I was a child. It actually turned out to be one of the most visited shops in the city."

"Ah, yes, I do recall the blacksmith mentioning a niece on a number of occasions.", the King acknowledges. "Drake, is it? It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Likewise, Sire," Selina said, bowing again.

"Your last name is Drake?," Jacob asks with a chuckle.

"Shut up, Holland!," Selina comes back then sticks her tongue out at Jacob.

"Is that alright, My Lord?," I asked, motioning to Selina. "That she joins this team of yours."

"On the contrary, this team is yours," the King tells me, nodding. "I only pay you for your service. So the decision is yours."

I looked over to Selina who was staring at me with determined eyes. "Alright," I told her. "But if for any reason I feel like you're in over your head, you're out."

"Thank you for the concern, Nate, but I can handle myself," Selina said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one side. "You're not the only one who knows how to fight."

"Well, in that case, I'm going to set up a test for you before this team does anything," I said. "I have to be sure I won't have to constantly look over my shoulder to check if you're still alive."

"Whatever," Selina said, rolling her eyes. "This'll be a good outlet for me. I don't get to punch people in the face often enough."

Wow. First time I've seen this side of her.

"Nathaniel," the King calls for my attention. "Before I go, I'd like to say one last thing. I am not comfortable with bending my ancestors laws for the sake of a single individual and know that I do not do so often. This will be your last free pass. As Anthony said, if you break the laws again, we will have a problem."

"Understood, Sire," I reply. "It won't happen again."

"And in the event that it does, I will handle it," the King adds, talking to Anthony.

"Of course, Sire," Anthony agrees without hesitation.

"Very well," the King concludes. "I'll take my leave. Request an audience with me when you feel your team is ready and I'll give you your first assignment."

"Yes sir," I respectable acknowledged.

And with that, the King nodded to each of us then he and Anthony disappeared out of the patient room and seconds later, the front door was heard closing behind them. Now alone to ourselves, Elrick, Jacob, Selina and I all embraced the new silence. I began to run the entire scenario that had just happened. The note, the job, and now, apparently, Selina the super soldier. Then there's my mom's letter. Thanks to her, I can finally get somewhere with this damn search. It's been over a month and June has already almost passed. Speaking of...

Oh my God, I just remembered something.

"Selina," I called to her.

"Yeah?," she responds, looking over to me.

"Happy twenty-second," I told her with a smile. She looked at me funny, her eyes asking for an explanation. "I just remembered your birthday was on the eighth and I completely missed it."

"Oh yeah...," Selina says looking up as she jogged her own memory then points a finger at me from across the room. "That's right, you did, you ass!"

"I'm really sorry," I pleaded, feeling guilty. "I never even thought to get you a present."

"At least you admit it," Selina groans, giving me a crooked look.

"That's Nate," Jacob butts in. "Painfully honest."

"Well, if you want to make it up to me," Selina began again, "you still have to teach me how to make a paper crane like the one you made for me that night at the restaurant. Remember? You said you would."

Did I say that...? Oh, damn, I did say that.

"If that's what you want," I agreed, shrugging then clenching my teeth with a grunt.

Ow.

"Do it later," Jacob butts in again. "Let's go out for a drink."

"I would but the Old Man won't let me leave until I'm healed," I said, nodding to Elrick.

"Speaking of which, I've made another discovery about your recovery process," Elrick says, pushing Jacob from his seat on the operating table. "That's not a chair," he tells him.

"What did you discover?," Selina asks, hand at her hip.

"Nathaniel, do you remember what you said four days ago about feeling a sudden boost in strength?," Elrick asks, waving his hand at me.

"I'm pretty sure that's not what I said," I blabbed, looking away then back at him. "But yeah, I know what you're referring to."

"Whether you knew it or not, I do not believe you were just being confident," Elrick says.

"What do you mean?," I asked.

"Well, under your knowledge, I took another sample from you while you were unconscious," Elrick explains, talking with his hands. "But this time I took a meat sample from one of the holes in your back. I had a particular hunch that I decided to act on and my suspicion was not illy placed. It would appear the unknown pathogen in your bloodstream gives your body a kind of adaptable feature, from what I've gathered. Each time you suffer an injury or illness, your recovery process accelerates significantly compared to the previous injury or ailment. And just to add icing to the cake, the pathogen releases an orange colored hormone that I believe gradually bulks up the magnitude of your off hand strength, stamina and durability to keep you alive until the healing process has taken a reasonable effect. In other words, you do, literally, get a little stronger every time."

"Well, that's news to me," I mumble, blinking in surprise at the information. "I guess I never got hurt enough to notice the difference until four days ago."

"That would make sense," Elrick agrees. "A simple cold or scrap would only trigger the recovery, it'd have to be something much more life threatening to release the hormone."

"How do you come up with this crap from looking at his blood or whatever under a microscope?," Jacob questions, giving Elrick a confused look.

"If you're going to take my place when I die, you'll have to learn," Elrick answers. "But, to answer the question, the second sample acted just as the first, breaking apart cells and reorganizing them to form a wall around the afflicted areas and fill the gaps, but at a much faster rate. So it wouldn't be a stretch to assume the time frame between the initial instants of affliction and recovery will decrease the next time, just as it has demonstrated in the last couple of days."

"There better not be a next time," Selina scolds me from Jacob's side.

"And the hormone?," Jacob continues, "explain that."

"While examining the second sample," Elrick explains, "the pathogen residing in the cells more or less dissolved into a gas-like formula and spread throughout the piece of meat. Oddly enough, it began to ooze out of the meat as it started to throb."

"Throb?," I repeated with a questioning look, "like a heart?"

"That's a very good comparison, yes," Elrick answers, "you see, when I noticed the abnormality, I took a closer look and literally watched the muscle thicken, expand, harden and retract back to its original state. This is what lead me to the idea of your bulk up, but truthfully, it's nothing more than just a hypothesis. I won't know for sure until you've fully recovered, and even then, you are the only one who can confirm it."

"And how did you not find all this out from the blood sample?," Jacob criticizes further.

"Probably because the blood wasn't taken while Nathaniel was dying on my table," Elrick smarts off. "Honestly, Jacob, have a little faith in me, would you?"

"Sorry, sorry," Jacob retreats in defeat, "some of this shit is just confusing."

"You'll get used to it," Elrick says, then looks back to me, "In the mean time, Nathaniel, given recent events, you should be out of those bandages in a few days. It'll take a little longer to repair the damage done to your spine."

"So, can I go out for a drink?," I asked, begging with a smile. "Please? I'm getting claustrophobic in this damn room."

"I suppose," Elrick gave in, beginning to walk out the door. "I'll make something to numb the pain so it'll be easier for you to move but I do not want you out any longer than a few hours. After that, you may not be able to return on your own. Alcohol does not numb the pain like they say it does."

"Thanks, Old Man," I smiled again as he walked into his lab across the main room. "Can I sleep in my own bed tonight, too?"

"Don't push your luck," Elrick hollers from the lab.

"So, Nate," Jacob changes the subject. "What'd your mom say in her letter?"

"Well, she said to let you know that her, Tony and Albert miss and love you," I answered, then sighed before continuing. "And there's something else. It's time I shared something with the two of you."

"Okay," Selina answers for them both.

"The night I slipped into my coma, my father appeared in a dream and told me something that I have no recollection prior to," I began. "Then again on the morning after Selina and I spent the night together, just before I woke up."

"Okay, so you're seeing your dead father in your sleep," Jacob summarizes, sitting back on top of the operating table, "and he tells you things you shouldn't know."

"Basically," I confirmed, nodding. "At first, I though I was just re-mourning his death and filling the hole with an imaginary father figure. But after reading that letter, I couldn't be more certain that what he said has at least some truth behind it."

"What did he say?," Selina asks, sitting in the chair next to the bed.

"He told me I have to find someone named Victor," I explained. "All he gave me was a first name and it wasn't enough to go on so I asked my mother if she knew anything about him in my letter to her. She had no idea but Tony apparently knows him pretty well. He gave her his last name, Priest, and told her where I could find him."

"And you're sure you've never heard your dad mention his name before?," Jacob presses on. "Maybe you overheard him say it to someone else way back when."

"What is it with you critizing people today?," I rhetorically reply, shaking my head. "Say it is my father I've been seeing, if Victor is so important to him that he found it necessary to hide his existence from me until I came to the brink of death, he wouldn't have said anything about him to anyone other than someone who already knows, like Tony, unless he had good reason. It's just how he is. Was. Whatever. The point is, yes, I'm absolutely sure I've never heard the name before."

"I don't know, man," Jacob skeptically states. "This all sounds kinda sketchy to me."

"I have to agree with Jake," Selina says from her seat next to me. "It doesn't make any sense."

Yeah, I thought you guys would say that.

"Jacob, you know me better than anyone. Do you really believe I, of all people, would be chasing anything that seems sketchy if I didn't have reason?," I asked, hoping for a little support.

"Not really," Jacob answers. "Still, though. There's something off about all this. What's the point of tracking Victor down?"

"I've asked myself that everyday since I woke from my coma," I replied, unable to give an answer.

"Your father didn't tell you?," Selina questions.

"No," I respond, shaking my head. "All I know is I'm supposed to find Victor and some random cave."

"Now there's a cave?," Jacob asks, raising a hand in curiosity.

"Yeah, I don't have anything on that yet so I'm just focusing on the Victor part for now," I answer. "Look, even if I have heard his name before, I still know nothing about him or why my father and Tony insisted on hiding this from me as well as my mother. I really don't care why I'm supposed to find him anymore but I have to know what Victor was to the two of them. The curiosity is only gonna eat at me until I have my answers."

"You're crazy," Selina says, giving me a look. "But this is really interesting. I'd like to find out about this Victor myself."

"Uh...," I mumbled, not sure what to think. "So you believe me, then?"

"I believe that you believe yourself," Selina answers, crossing her legs in the chair. "And I happen to have a thing for mysteries."

"So, in other words, you're coming with me," I finished for her.

"Whether you like it or not," Selina assured, nodding with a smirk.

"No objections," I ruled then turned to Jacob. "What about you, Jake? It just wouldn't feel right without you."

"Yeah, I'll come," Jacob replied, nodding in what I think is irritation. "I got some questions of my own for this guy."

"Alright then," I stated, "as soon as my spine heals, we'll make way. And while we wait," I cupped a hand around my snout and hollered from the bed into the lab, "hey, Elrick!," I called out to the Old Man.

"Yes?," Elrick hollers back with a snooty upward infliction.

"See what you can find on a Victor Priest," I hollered again. "The one we're looking for lives deep in the Indo Forest. When you find him, can you draw us a map?"

"Oh, I'm sure I could manage somehow," Elrick exaggerated.

"Awesome," I concluded, turning back to Selina and Jacob, "so, drinks, where we goin'?"

"Can't we just go to them all?," Jacob asks. "We're rich now, remember?"

I hope that was a joke.

"Easy, Jake," I told him, giving him an eye, "you'll make your father's mistakes thinking like that."

"Hardass," Jacob mocks, laying back on his hands.

"I got a suggestion," Selina says, holding her hand out in front of me, "there's a new bar that just opened on the main street, I was planning on checking it out anyway."

"I'm game," I agreed. "Jake?"

"As long as I get drunk," Jacob agreed as well. "It's been a long time coming."

"Right there with you, buddy," I said as I watched Elrick walk in with a glass of some kind of yellow liquid. "What the hell is that?"

"Your medication," Elrick answers, holding the piss colored drink out to me.

I frowned as I took the glass from him and looked down into my reflection in it from the candle light. It was fizzing like soda and made me feel like I was about to drink acid. Shutting my eyes tight, I threw my head back and chugged the liquid as fast as I could. It passed over my tongue with a mushroom-like flavor and a hint of mint and down my throat with an icy burn. I held the now empty glass back to Elrick and gagged when it had all gone down.

"That's fuckin' disgusting!," I exclaimed, recoiling backwards on the bed. "What was that?"

"It's better if you don't know," Elrick informs, looking down to me with a smirk. "But it should have an immediate affect. How does your back feel?"

Better, actually. The pain is still there, but most of it is starting to tingle away.

"Wow," I said under my breath, scooting forward and setting my feet on the floor to stand. Placing my hands on my knees, I learned forward and slowly lifted myself from the cotton sheets.

"Impressive," Selina states, lookin at me with wide eyes as I moved about the room to dress myself.

"That's what I'm saying," I happily stated, sliding a leg into my jeans. "Nice work, Old Man, I feel great."

"It is not a permanent fix," Elrick informed me, pointing a finger. "Be careful where ever you go."

"Noted," I replied, grabbing my sweatshirt to pull it over my head but pausing as I examined the back where the holes were.

Elrick can sew like a woman, seamless work. Hmm... I wonder.

"What's wrong?," Elrick asks, grasping my attention, "Did I miss a stitch?"

"No, I just had an idea," I respond, handing my sweatshirt to Elrick. "Can you make a hood for this thing? And add a black breathable layer on the inside?"

"Sure, I don't see why not," Elrick answers, taking the sweatshirt and setting it on the table next to his clipboard and my mother's letter. "I also don't see why."

"Well, think about it," I said, slipping my feet into my boots and toying with the laces, "the King said we'd have to remain undetected on our missions. We'll best be concealed in the shadows so I'm hoping you can make it interchangeable without making me pant like I have a heatstroke. This way I can wear it on the job and not have to worry about the pattern being recognized off the job."

"Clever," Elrick says, "what about the rest of your team?"

"I thought of that, too," I reply, double knotting both boots and looking over to Jacob and Selina. "We have some shopping to do before we get tipsy."

"How do you plan to do that?," Selina asks, "you spent all your money at my dad's shop."

I looked over to Jacob with a smile.

"No," he declared, raising a finger, "hell no, you are not conning me out of my cash again."

"Do you really want to catch an arrow in the back because someone spotted your precious jean jacket?," I asked, crossing my arms. "Besides, it's for you guys, not me. I have everything I need to survive."

"You're a dick sometimes, you know that?," Jacob rhetorically questions, looking away and shaking his head. "I'll pay for my own stuff but Selina and the leprechaun are on their own."

"So polite," Selina mocks sarcastically. "But it's not a problem. Business has been good the last couple of weeks."

"I don't see how you can spend all your time here and still make money miles away in another part of the kingdom," Jacob points out, looking over to her.

"Making your own hours has its benefits," Selina replies. "Plus I hired a local to cover for me when I don't feel like going in."

"Whatever works I guess," Jacob says, looking back at me. "So you gonna go topless all day?"

"Why not?," Selina responds for me. "Those scars might attract a few feminine eyes."

"It's tempting when you put it that way," I said, looking down and placing a hand on my scarred chest, "but I don't think they'd let me in the bar if I did. I'll have to wear an actual shirt for once."

I walked out of the patient room and turned to go down the stairs to the den. I stomped down the steps, all the while appreciating Elrick's concoction's effect on my injuries.

Better not get too comfortable with it, I only have a few hours.

I glided passed the sofas of the den and turned into my bedroom. My bow hung on the knob of the open door along with my quiver. I walked passed them and stopped in front of the dresser in front of my bed. I rummaged through the top drawer and retrieved a plain white tee then pulled it over my head and shoved my arms through the sleeves. Properly dressed, I walked back out into the den, curved up the spiral staircase and back into the front room where Jacob and Selina stood waiting for me. I nodded to them as I walked by and the three of us continued out the door and wandering through the corridors of the castle. We weaved around corners and scaled stairs all the way into the hall behind the courtroom. We passed through the next set of doors and then the enormous front doors of the giant structure. Now out in the freedom of the summer air, I stretched my arms and torso what little I could without causing myself any unnecessary pain.

"So Selina," I called to her, dropping my arms back to my sides, "know any decent clothing shops?"

"She's a woman, ain't she?," Jacob replies for her, motioning to her figure.

"One of these times you're going to get yourself slapped," Selina warns him before looking back to me. "I don't particularly go cloths shopping a lot but when I do, I go there." Selina pointed ahead of us into the crowd of civilians. I tried to follow her finger to the buildings on the right side of the main street but I couldn't tell which one she was pointing out. "See the single story on the corner a few blocks down?"

I looked again, spying over heads and scanning the buildings on the right side of the main street. Apartment buildings, hotels, strip clubs, casinos and renounced business headquarters blended in with shopping centers, convenient stores, restaurants, blacksmiths, art museums and other fine establishments for the first couple of blocks of the city's richer district. I managed to single out a small, square white building twice the size of Native Ash standing literally at the corner between the main street and one of several side streets. There is a large display window in the front with several mannequins featuring the latest "fashions", as if today's generation dressed any different than the last. A rectangular sign hanging over the window read "Phillip's" in bold red letters.

"You're pointing at the Phillip's place, right?," I asked, slipping my hands in my pockets. "Sounds like a hardware store."

"I could've come up with a better name," Jacob declares, giving off a cocky tone.

"Phillip is the last name of the owners," Selina informed, rolling her eyes at us, "they're old friends of mine, twin sisters."

"That makes more sense," I said as we merged into the crowd and made way for the store. "Still, you'd think they'd be a little more creative."

"Being fashion freaks and all," Jacob adds, raising a finger. "I mean, isn't that why chicks are always crazy about the way they look?"

"Not all women are obsessed with their clothing, you sexist jerk!," Selina yells at Jacob, waving a fist in his face. She huffed, turned away from him as we continued on and crossed her arms while we walked. "One way or another, I'm going to burn the idea of respect into your brain, heed my words."

"Let me know how that goes," I joked, grinning at Jacob. "I gave up a while ago."

"I can't help but feel insulted," Jacob joked as well, placing a hand on his cheek and pretend gasping in surprise. Just then, the look faded back to his usual physique as he waved his hand at us. "You can both suck it."

"Such a tempting offer," Selina said with sarcasm, passing him a look, "but you don't deserve it. No, now you get to suffer."

" I wouldn't trust you with my dick in your mouth anyway," Jacob strikes back. "You'd probably bite it off with those manly fangs."

Uh oh.

I turned my head in time to catch Selina's hand coming down with great speed, apparently too fast for Jacob to noticed until it struck him across his face with a smack as loud as the slap she gave me earlier. Jacob stumbled a couple steps back as he rubbed his cheek and opened his mouth to say something. Before he could, I rose a hand between them to grasp his attention and simply shook my head to call him off. He clearly didn't like it as he gave Selina a dirty look while he groaned, but he followed my unspoken instruction and left it at that.

We traveled the remaining yards between us and Phillip's and casually made our way in through the stylish mahogany door. I came in last and listened to Selina greet one of the owners as I closed the door behind me.

"Selina!," cried one of the twins, a petite pinkish colored tabby cat, as she threw herself to hug our mutual friend. She was dressed in a short white skirt and a revealing spaghetti strap blouse as pink as her fur. Her and Selina both squealed and gave each other tight squeezes then the tabby cat turned to face a doorway behind a rectangular table spreading across the floor and cupped her hands around her snout. "Alex, Selina's here!"

"Oh my God, really?!," another similar voice calls from a distant room. "Don't do anything yet, I'm coming!"

As we waited for the other cat, Jacob and I stood side by side, glancing around the open floor. From wall to wall on each side of the door, seven individual metal rods stretched across from ceiling to floor, each one overstocked with all different types of clothing hooked to hangers. There are a few of those circular clothing racks that stand on the ground scattered about and along every inch of the wall in the back, accompanied by the mysterious doorway that conceals Alex, fully loaded hat racks stood out in a variety of colors just like everything else in here. Seperating the back wall from us is the long wooden rectangular countertop with all kinds of folded tee shirts and jeans scattered atop.

This is just too much color. I feel like I'm-

"I feel like I'm very, very lost," Jacob mumbles, leaning over to me. "This is too colorful for me, man."

I leaned over to him and mumbled back, "You literally just read my mind."

Just then another tabby cat, this one orange in color, maybe more like tangerine and dressed in the same manner as her sister, hurried out of the doorway, spotted Selina and threw herself at her as well. They squealed, squeezed and smiled at each other before the two girls turned their attention to us.

"Who are your friends, Selina?," asks Alex as her sister stares me down, head to toe, with a smile on her face.

"Girls, this is, Nathaniel," Selina introduces, motioning towards me. I smiled and waved. "And that's Jacob." She motioned to Jacob.

The two of them looked at each other, talking with their eyes in a language I'm sure only Selina could understand. They giggled as they fell on each other then walked up to us with their hands behind their backs.

"Nice to meet you guys," Alex says, standing in front of Jacob and giving him the looks her sister is still giving me.

"I'm Cassidy," the pink tabby cat says, holding her hand out to me.

"Pleasure," I said with a smile. I took hold of her hand, bent down which didn't hurt as much as I was expecting and pecked the back in a polite gesture.

"Such a gentleman," Cassidy says, blushing when I rose back up.

"Nate's lovable like that," Selina says, giving me a grin and an eye as she approached the rest of us. "Jake, on the other hand, is the exact opposite."

"Haters gonna hate," Jacob defends himself.

Alex held her hand out to Jacob and, in an effort to either imitate me or to prove Selina wrong, he did as I did and kissed the back of Alex's hand. The twins giggled again and walked away as they continued to stare us down.

"You're such a faker," Selina mocks Jacob, crossing her arms and giving him a look.

"Think what you want," Jacob replied, grinning as he passed glances to Alex, "she liked it, that's all that matters."

"Whatever," Selina said, rolling her eyes again.

"So what can we do for you guys?," Cassidy asks, looking over to Selina.

"Ask him," Selina answers, pointing to me.

I looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. "Me?," I repeated, pointing a finger on my chest. "We're here for the two of you, remember?"

"What about the leprechaun?," Jacob asks, looking over to me.

I shrugged. "Screw it," I said, recrossing my arms, "he's a military man, I'm sure he's got something to work with. If not, the Old Man is handy with a needle and thread."

"Okay, then what are WE here for?," Selina asks, pointing a finger back and forth between her and Jacob.

"I never told you?," I asked, raising an eyebrow again.

"No," Jacob answers for her. "You just said we had some shopping to do before we get tipsy. After you asked the Old Man to give your sweatshirt a make over."

Huh. Coulda sworn..

"Oh," I mumble to myself, "well, in that case, find yourselves a new jacket."

"Does it have to be a jacket?," Jacob asks from my side.

"Jacket, hoodie, sweater, whatever. Anything but a windbreaker, it's too noisy," I replied. "Anything light weight, single layered and preferably with a hood. If not, we'll have Elrick make one for it."

"Great," Selina complains, frowning at her task. "It takes me forever to find something that looks good on me."

"Happy hunting," I said, smiling at her. She mocked my humor and turned away as she began shuffling through clothing. I turned to see Jacob behind me already doing the same.

Shouldn't be hard for him, he'll wear almost anything. Which reminds me..

"Make sure it's something you're always going to wear," I added, watching them search while I approached the countertop where the girls stood on the other side and hopped up to sit atop. "This thing has to be to you what my sweatshirt is to me."

"How the hell do you expect that?," Jacob asks, turning only for a moment to give me a questioning look. "Didn't your mom make that thing for you?"

"Good point," I replied, looking down to rethink my words. "Okay, find something you like and pretend someone you really care about made it for you. You'll always need to be wearing it so whatever works."

Jacob didn't respond and continued to shuffle through coat hangers in unison with Selina as they both searched for their new style. I laid back on my hands, still in love with Elrick's handy work, then was caught off guard by the tabby cat twins leaning over the countertop on each side of me. I looked back and forth between Cassidy and Alex with curious eyes and they both looked up to me with flattering ones.

"Um," I mumbled under my breath, waiting for someone to say something. "Hi?"

The two of them giggled then Alex shifted her gaze to watch Jacob toy with their stock.

"So how do you guys know Selina?," Cassidy asks, still looking up at me.

Oh boy. How do I answer that? Selina and I traded names while I had my dick balls deep in her mouth a little over a month ago.

"I bought a bit of bud from Selina a while back," I summarized, looking back at Cassidy who I'm hoping couldn't see I was hiding the full truth. "Then I ran into her again here in the city about a week later and she's been part of our pack since."

Cassidy humpfed with a grin as she continued to look up at me with the sparkling yellow eyes she shares with her sister. "Knowing Selina, I'm sure that's not EXACTLY how you met her.", Cassidy says, giving me a dirty smile.

That's familiar. Did she get that smile from Selina or did they get it from her? Either way, I know what it means.

"I heard that, bitch!," Selina hollers, not bothering to face us but raising a finger in the air instead. "Just remember, I didn't do anything you wouldn't."

That's good to know.

Cassidy laughed then hopped up on the counter and spun around to sit next to me. She gave me the same dirty smile as she perked out her B-cups and crossed her legs with her hands resting in her lap. I gave her a daring smile while she looked into my eyes then turned to spare a passing glance to see Alex still drooling at Jacob.

"How do the two of you know her?," I asked, returning my attention back to Cassidy, more specifically, her erotic figure.

"Just old childhood friends," Cassidy answers, waving a hand in Selina's direction. "The three of us grew up together until Selina turned eighteen and moved on us."

"Oh, quit complaining," Selina butts in again, now shuffling through the first couple rows of clothing hanging at the wall, "you guys have done fine without me so far."

"Doesn't mean we didn't miss you!," Cassidy fights back, shooting a look into the back of Selina's head. "You could have wrote us, you know. Or come by the house once in a while, you've always been so proud of those wings but you're too stubborn to use them."

"Eat me," Selina replies, blowing off the criticism.

I'd like to see that.

Cassidy rolled her eyes and looked back at me then to her sister on the other side of me, still leaning on the countertop.

I nudged her shoulder and bent down to whisper to her when she looked up at me. "Go talk to him," I told her, watching Jacob rummage through a new assortment of clothing, "help him find something that looks good on him and flirt a little, he'll be all over you."

Alex grinned at my advice then hurried around the countertop and swiftly up to his side. I leaned back on my hands again as I watched Jacob work his own brand of "magic" on the girl. Eventually, I turned my attention back to Cassidy who I realize had shifted closer to me while I was looking away.

"Not too sure what she sees in him," I mumbled to her, looking back over to Jacob and Alex.

"She's always had a taste for the rude, foul mouthed bad boys," Cassidy explains as she watched the two of them as well.

"And what about you?," I asked, turning back to caress her body with my eyes.

"Me?," she repeats, looking back to me and catching my eyes at her breasts. I quickly gazed back up but she giggled and continued with the dirty smile she shares with Selina. "I prefer the polite foul mouthed ones."

"Oh yeah?," I asked, grinning with a chuckle, "And exactly what about me says 'bad boy'?,"

"I can hear it on your voice," Cassidy explains, not bothering to hide her wandering eyes. "I see it in your eyes. You got 'mysterious' written all over you."

Ha. Mysterious is one word in a million.

"I like that," I told her, deciding not to bother to hide my interests either. "What else do you see written on me?"

"I see a certain three letter word in big, bold, red hot letters," Cassidy replies, bringing her eyes back up to mine.

God damn, talk about pushing my buttons. Cassidy's as good it as Selina is. Then again, I'm not afraid to admit I'm easy.

"You're very bold, Cassidy," I told her with a challenging grin. "Do you use that line on all the guys you meet?"

"That one, no," she replies, flicking her tail in my face, "that one was just for you."

"I can tell you know how to make a guy feel special," I responded, scrunching my nose when the hairs of her tail tickled my nostrils. "But I'm wondering just how good at it you are."

"Hmm," Cassidy hums, smiling and tilting her head as she looked into my soul, "keep testing me, you might just find out."

"I gotta say," I mumbled with a low voice, bringing my tail up to brush her cheek, "I like what you're thinking." The tip of my tail flicked her nose like hers did to me, slid over her whiskers, over her cheek, slowly down the side of her neck which made her flinch in an adorable way, across her shoulder and stopped at the spaghetti strap of her blouse.

If something were to happen to this little thing that's the exact same shade as her fur, I doubt anyone but us would notice. Right away, anyway.

I grinned to myself at my unholy thoughts and looked up to Cassidy who sat smiling with her tits perked out, her blouse at my will and no intention to shoo me away. With gusto, I wiggled the tip of my tail under the spaghetti strap and began to ease it over her shoulder until our not quite privacy was interrupted by a white zip up hoodie flying between us and draping over my tail. Retrieving the hoodie, I looked in front of us to see Selina standing with her arms crossed, weight shifted to one leg and an evil grin on her face.

"Save it for the bedroom, kids," Selina says, eyeing us both.

As Cassidy revealed a blushed smile to Selina and I, I held the hoodie up in front of me to examine it. It was mostly a plain white hoodie expect for three stars over the heart, one lime green, another purple like her fur and the last yellow like the Phillip sister's eyes. The same colored streaks faded in as they stretched up from the base and connected with the stars. Other than that, it's quite thin and lightly colored, making it perfect for heated conditions.

"I like it," I told Selina, letting Cassidy take it from me and spin around and off the countertop. "It suits you but we're gonna have to modify it."

"Other than the wing holes, right?," Selina curiously asks.

"You got it," I answered, nodding, "we're gonna need Elrick to make it interchangeable like mine. He'll also have to replace the zipper so you don't have to reach inside to zip it when you change it out."

"Whatever has to be done," Selina replies, approaching the countertop and reaching into her coin bag at her side. "As long as it doesn't get ruined."

"In our new profession?," I questioned, giving her a surprised look. "Well, just feel lucky the Old Man is skillful in his own way."

"I'll remember that," Selina giggles before turning her attention to Cassidy, "what do I owe you?"

"For you, baby, let's make it a solid G," Cassidy says, smiling at her lifelong friend. "Let that be a reminder to you that we still love you, you conceited bitch!"

"I'll keep that in mind, too," Selina laughs, pulling a gold piece from her coin bag and handing it to Cassidy in exchange for the hoodie. Selina immediately put the hoodie on and zipped it up just under where her cleavage showed from the black tank top she picked out to wear today.

Of course.

"I love you, too," Selina says to Cassidy, smiling as she reached over the countertop to hug her.

They squeezed out their affection then Cassidy hopped back up on the counter and spun around to face the front of the store, now sitting even closer than before. She looked up at me and gave me the smile, brushing my cheek with her tail just as I did to her. I grinned and brought my tail up to toy with her whiskers. This went on back and forth for a few moments until I noticed Selina wave for my attention on the sidelines and mouth the word "bedroom" at me with the evil grin from before. I huffed and rolled my eyes at her then turned my attention to Jacob and Alex as Cassidy looked over to lecture Selina with her eyes.

I saw Jacob standing with his back towards me and two completely different hooded jackets, one plain brown and the other a solid orange with black stripes up the center of the back and hood and two more around each of the biceps. Alex stood in front of him facing me, standing on one hip and tapping a finger on her lips, deep in consideration.

"Find anything yet, Jake?," I asked, slightly raising my voice so he would be forced to hear me.

"Gimme a damn minute," Jacob responds, looking over his shoulder at me.

I watched them for a few moments. Jacob mumbled something to her as he looked up. He shifted the brown one in front of him and waited for Alex to respond. She said something then he shifted to the orange and black one and waited again. A few more moments passed while Alex contemplated a decision for him. Finally, Alex mumbled again while pointing to the orange jacket and with that, Jacob returned the brown jacket to wherever he found it and approached the counter with Alex.

"Seems a little bright for your taste, Jake," I picked on him as Alex walked around the countertop with the jacket.

"Get used to it," he replied, opening his coin bag and fishing out some coins in advance. "I happen to think I'd make that thing look badass."

I laughed and watched as he paid the girl then immediately stripped his jean jacket and put on the new one just like Selina did. He left it unzipped and I hopped off the counter then walked up to him to examine his new jacket. I stuck a hand inside to feel out the thin layer of cotton.

"The colors aren't exactly heat friendly but I'm sure you can suffer through it," I announced, pushing on his shoulder to spin him around. He followed my hand as I scanned his new wear and stopped, facing me again. "Elrick'll have to replace the zipper for this one, too. But, all in all, good choice. All we gotta do now is get them back to the lab."

"After drinks," Jacob added, pointing a finger at me. "I'm not climbing all those damn stairs again just to drop these things off and stomp back down them."

"Would it kill you to work your body a little?," Selina questions, motioning at him in a girly fashion.

"Only if I don't absolutely have to," Jacob replied, grinning at his own smart mouth.

"Soooo, does anyone mind if I ask what all this is for?," Alex asks, leaning over the countertop next to her sister still sitting on top. "You guys aren't exactly your average customers so I'm a bit curious."

"Can't say I disagree," Cassidy adds, "most people buy cloths to wear them, not mutilate them."

I chuckled at Cassidy's pun along with Selina and make a quick decision. "How 'bout this, why don't you two come with us, we'll tell you over a few drinks," I asked, looking at the twins.

"Are you sure about that, Nate?," Selina asks, crossing her arms. "No offense to you, girls, but I'm pretty sure our job description should be on a need to know basis."

"You're absolutely right so I'll leave the choice up to you," I told her, "do you trust them?"

"Of course I do," Selina answers, looking at me like she's irritated that I would question her loyalty to them.

"Alright then," I said with a smile then turned back to the twins, "how about it, girls? Unless you're on a schedule here. I'd hate to pull you away while on the job."

"Are you joking?," Alex asks, leaning back on the countertop next to her sister. "We make our own hours like big girls, thank you very much."

Cassidy giggled at her sister, shaking her head and looked back at me. "We'd love to," she told me with a smile then turns to Selina, "You sure we wouldn't be butting in or anything?"

"No, you're fine," Selina answers, smiling and holding a hand up to her in reassurance. "They're all yours, girls."

"I didn't realize they needed your permission," Jacob teases, waving his jean jacket at Selina. "They're big girls, remember?"

"Let us close up and we'll be right out," Cassidy told us then jumped off the countertop, kissed my cheek and disappeared into the doorway behind us.

"I'll take this," Alex says, walking over to Jacob and putting his jean jacket on herself with a smile. She pecked his cheek and disappeared through the doorway behind her sister.

Selina, Jacob and I walked out into the street and waited at the door for the girls to come out and join us. As the moments passed, all three of us lit our own cigarettes and enjoyed the tobacco as we waited.

"Want a little tip, Nate?," Selina asks, nudging me with her elbow.

"Um," I mumble, not too sure what she was referring to, "yes?"

"Save the battle wounds for the bedroom, too," she told me with a grin as smoke rolled over her lips. "Cassidy has a thing for scars like I do, take your shirt off and she'll smother you all the same."

"I like the thought of that," I said, puffing on my cigarette. "But I can't really show her anything while I'm wrapped up."

"Oh yeah," Selina mumbles, thumping her ashes, "forgot about that. Too bad, if you were looking forward to rough sex, those scars are your key."

"I'm really starting to hate that you know me so well," I informed her, handing her my cigarette and tearing my white tee off. "Unwrap me, Jake."

"The Old Man's gonna kill you," Jacob tells me, placing his cigarette in his mouth and walking behind me.

"No he won't," I replied, holding my arms out as Jacob clawed my bandages. "As bad as it sounds, my body is a scientific wonderland to him. If he finds out I took them off, he'll nag me like my mother, rewrap me and send me to bed. He just doesn't know I'm not going to be the only one under the sheets yet. I'm sure once he realizes it, he'll understand."

"Oh, he'll understand alright," Jacob says as his arms passed a roll of the bandages around my torso again and again, "then he'll ride your ass for riding her ass while your recovering."

"He'll get over it," I respond, rolling my eyes. "And so will I. I've been through worse pain than a few holes in my back-

"And a nearly severed spinal cord," Selina added with a deadeye.

"And a concussion," Jacob adds as well, "given to you by a tree."

"Right," I unenthusiastically agreed. "Even if the pain starts to come back, Elrick will just make me another one of those piss flavored anesthetics. Besides, according to the Old Man, I'm healing faster than last time so I don't see a down side to this."

"And that's why we love you," Jacob says, coming back around in front of me and handing me the roll of bandages. "Literally nothing could bring you down."

"You're damn right," I said with a grin, stuffing the bandages in my pocket and pulling my tee shirt back over my head. "Try as he might, Elrick couldn't kill me if he wanted to."

"Let's hope you can say the same about Cassidy," Selina giggles, handing my cigarette back to me. "Once she gets eyes on those things, you'll be in trouble if you're not prepared."

"I'm not worried," I told Selina, puffing tobacco, "between her and I, who do you really think would have the control?"

"It's a tough call, honestly," Selina said, looking up in thought. "Let me know how it goes."

I laughed and shook my head. "I'll be sure to do that," I told her. "So tell me something Selina. Since you seem so sure, did you bring us here because you knew we'd get some?"

"Hey now, don't put words in my mouth," Selina warns, pointing her cigarette hand at me, "I never said anything about Jake. Actually, I'm a bit surprised Alex wants him."

"I can just feel the love in this pack of ours," Jacob jokes, shaking his head at Selina. She stuck her tongue out at him and giggled to herself.

"Well, I appreciate your help," I said to Selina, nodding at her then turning to look in the window passed the mannequins in search for Cassidy. "Me and her are gonna have a lot of fun."

"Believe me, I know.", Selina picks, poking me in the side. "Just make sure you don't ditch her first thing in the morning." I turned back to Selina to defend myself before she rose a hand to me and laughed, "Kidding, I was kidding, relax." She turned to face both Jacob and I with the straightest face possible and pointed a finger in each of our faces. "Be good to those girls. I don't care if it's just a one time thing, you make sure it ends on good terms or I'll cut both of your dicks off and shove 'em up the other's ass."

"That's pleasant," I mumble, looking over to Jacob with a disgusted face. Jacob shared the look, we puffed our cigarettes then we both turned our attention back to Selina. "You don't have anything to worry about," I told her, crossing my arms and blowing my smoke in her face with a grin, "I think you know me well enough to not have to question it."

"You, yes," Selina agreed then looked at Jacob, "I'm mostly talking to him."

"Cut me a little slack," Jacob begged with attitude. "I'm a lot of things but I'm not a womanizer."

Selina looked over to me, her eyes asking me to confirm as she stuck her cigarette between her lips.

"I'll vouch for him," I told her. "You couldn't tell from first glance, given his, um... verbal skills... but he does have the same respect for women as I do. In his own way."

"He better," Selina concluded.

Just then, the door opened and the twins walked through, Alex closing and locking the door behind her. They turned to us, Cassidy hooked to my arm and Alex to Jacob's then the four of us began to follow Selina down main street as she lead us to the newly opened bar.

"Where is this place?," Jacob asked as he, Selina and I tossed our cigarette butts in an empty trash bin.

"A ways ahead," Selina replies from mine and Cassidy's side. "They named it 'The Extra Mile'."

"That's kind of clever," Cassidy says, stuffing her tail in my back pocket while she hung from my arm. "Any idea why?"

"Not really," Selina snickered, looking passed me at Cassidy, "I don't know why but I like it."

"Me too," I said, sliding my tail up the back of Cassidy's blouse and wrapping it around her hip. "It has a nice ring to it."

"Let's hope the prices are reasonable," Jacob says, nudging me with his elbow, "seeing as I'm gonna have to cover your part of the bill."

"I owe you one, buddy," I told him with a friendly smile. "Hey, at least we got enough bud to last... I don't know, a week or two."

"Are you joking?," Selina asks, "Those bags are as big as they come outside a brick and you plan to finish them in a couple weeks?"

"He's not even exaggerating," Jacob answers for me. "We smoke a lot more often than you see us."

"Hope you plan on sharing," Alex teases, playfully smacking Jacob with her tail.

"No, not at all," Jacob teased back, "I was planning on lighting a fat one and holding it out to you just out of your reach."

"Don't think I won't tackle you for it," Alex continues, looking away with a giggle.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Jacob replied, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

Alex giggled then looked around Jacob at me and Cassidy. "Be careful, Nate, my sister's no more gentle than I am."

"I can handle myself," I respond, smiling at Cassidy while she slid her fingers in between mine, "I might even give her a run for her money."

"I would love to see you try," Cassidy teases me, emphasizing her sentence.

"Careful what you wish for, Cass," Selina warns, leaning forward and grinning at Cassidy.

Cassidy rose an eyebrow at her then looked at me.

"Take her advice," I urged her with a devilish smirk. "It'll do you some good."

"Confident, are we?," Cassidy teased again. "Then I accept your challenge." She gave me the smile again and licked her lips.

"Good luck, sweetheart," I said, grinning and brushing her cheek with my free hand.

"Look out, coming through!," a deep voice yells from behind us.

We all turned around to see a pair of guys sprinting at full speed in our direction. One, a dark orange weasel dressed like a skater cut through the gap between Cassidy and Jacob, the next, a large white and black bulldog dressed in camouflage cargos, large tan boots and a black muscle shirt, separated Cassidy and I as he flew by between us. I stumbled back a few steps while Cassidy tripped and fell back on her ass.

"Hey, asshole!," I screamed to stop the bulldog, catching my balance and rushing over to help Cassidy back to her feet. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Cassidy said, rubbing her cheeks through the skirt. "Douchebag came out of nowhere."

"What did you call me?," the bulldog questions, walking up to our group.

"I am so not in the mood for this asinine bullshit!," I bitched, walking from Cassidy's side and socking the bulldog at full strength between the eyes with a quick snake-like strike. He stumbled back, savagely shook his head, went cross eyed and fell backwards, unconscious, hitting the hard stone street with a loud "thud". I turned to the orange weasel and pointed a finger at him. "You want to piss me off, too?," I questioned.

He rose his hands, backed away from the conflict and took off in the opposite direction, disappearing into the uninterested crowd.

That didn't hurt a bit, besides the already present pain down by the base of my spine. Elrick's really good at what he does.

"Piece of shit," I mocked the bulldog then spit next to his unconscious face.

"That was awesome," Cassidy giggles in surprise as I returned to her side.

"That was nothing," Selina says as we walked around the bulldog and continued on. "You wouldn't believe the things these two are capable of."

"Well, you've sparked our interest," Alex says, smiling at Selina then at Jacob.

"I think you guys have some stories to share," Cassidy tells us as she re-grasps my arm and hand.

Her tail rose up the inside of my leg as we walked, did its best to brush against my dick before curving over my ass and slipping back into my back pocket. I did the exact same thing to her except I just kind of left my tail between her legs, poking and brushing against her crotch under her skirt.

Too bad she's wearing panties.

I watched her cheeks light up as she smiled at me, spying from the corner of her eye. Obviously, she wasn't opposed so I continued for a few minutes while we followed Selina's lead. After a bit, I felt the hairs on the end of my tail start to dampen and grinned at her when I realized why. She looked back at me, bit here lip and dug her claws into my hand.

Jesus Christ, those things are sharper than mine.

I clenched my teeth and tried not to make a sound as I waited out the new pain. I didn't stop with my tail for a minute and Cassidy continued to enjoy it while she giggled at the faces I was making. After a few seconds, she eased up and relieved me of the pain then clenched tightly around my arm while her jaw dropped and she started to let out little, slow, silent sighs.

"There it is," Selina says, pointing out a two story grey building with only two windows on each side of the door, another two on the second floor and a sign above that reads "The Extra Mile".

Too bad, I was having fun.

"What's on the second floor?," Jacob asks, looking up and peering through the window as we approached the new bar.

"Don't know," Selina replies, "I haven't been inside yet."

"Who cares?," Alex butts in, "All the alcohol is behind that door."

"Exactly," Selina agrees.

We walked up to the door in our little group, I pressed ahead and opened the door to let the girls in then followed behind Jacob. We all stopped and lined up side by side as we examined the interior.

It looks about as you would expect. Booths along each wall except for the back where the bar itself stands. Cushioned stools surrounded the bar as well as a staircase on the left leading to the second floor and another door on the right that I'm assuming to be the bathroom.

The liquor shelves behind the bartender are pretty impressive. There are...

One, two, three, four... fifteen. Fifteen shelves packed with big ass bottles.

Each bottle had a very distinctive label in its own assortment of colors. The liquid inside fills me with excitement. Every hue known to man had its own place amongst this wall that stretches up to the ceiling. I'd question how the bartender would reach them if she didn't have wings.

It's actually more crowded here than I was expecting. Aside from the waiters and waitresses running around, taking orders and delivering food and drinks, most of the booths are filled. The stools on the right side of the bar are occupied but there are still plenty of free seats along the front. A lot of the people here look like hardcore alcoholics like Albert used to be before he cleaned himself up.

That's not really surprising, a bar filled with daily disoriented dumbasses. Let's hope none of them are as ignorant as that bulldog.

"This isn't bad," Cassidy says from my arm. "I like the wallpaper."

"There's only one thing here I'm interested in and it's on that wall," Jacob says as he and Alex approached the bar.

"C'mon," I said to the other two girls, pulling on my arm as I walked towards the bar to bring Cassidy with me, "Let's get plastered."

"Sounds like a plan," Selina says, grinning and rushing ahead of Cassidy and I to plant her ass firmly in the seat next to Alex.

I sat down next to Jacob and Cassidy, obviously, took the stool next to mine. The bartender, a pure fire red dragoness walked along her side of the bar towards us. She has long ears that hang down just above her shoulders and ear rings hanging from the tips. Two short snow white horns rose up just above her ears and curved back along her head and her claws shared the same color all the way to the razor tip on each finger. A tiny black dot, a birthmark I think, is visible just under the corner of her right eye giving her an adorably innocent feature. She's wearing skinny jeans that hug her sexy legs and a loose, low cut white blouse that perfectly expose her large breasts. The left strap of her blouse is hanging lazily over her shoulder on her arm but I guess it doesn't bother her. Her body is amazing, curvier than Selina's, slimmed at her waist, she has a nice big bubble butt and a thin tail about as long as the twins are tall. Her large wings look powerful but fold behind her back quite well enough to give her the elbow room as if they weren't there. Her eyes are a glowing lime green color and her skin appears smooth, she has no scales like any dragon I've heard of but then again, she's the first I've actually ever seen.

And she's fucking gorgeous.

"Hey there, welcome to The Extra Mile," The dragoness greets us with an innocent smile, "what can I getcha guys?"

"Vodka on the rocks," Jacob answers first then turns his attention to Alex.

"Make that two," Alex answers next.

"Alrighty," the dragoness says, scribbling on a note pad she pulled out of her back pocket.

"Appletini me, baby," Selina says, smirking at the girl.

"You and your damn Appletinis," I picked at Selina, leaning forward to chuckle at her passed Jacob and Alex. I turned my gaze back to the bartender. "Dry scotch, please."

"I like your taste," the dragoness says, pointing her pen at me then writing down my order.

"I'd like a White Russian," Cassidy says, leaning on her elbows and resting her head in her palms.

"Nice," The dragoness replies with a grin, "anything else? We also have a shop and grow room on the next floor, you can order whatever we have right to the bar. The guys up there will even roll it for you if you want."

"You sell pot, too?," Jacob questions then looks at me, "I'm starting to like it here."

"You read my mind," I told Jacob then turned back to the dragoness, " but that's alright, we brought our own."

"Good move," she tells me as she sets a glass on the counter for each of us, "the guy running things up there sets his prices way to high if you ask me."

"All the more reason to keep a bag on you at all times," Cassidy says while the dragoness pulled down the appropriate bottles from the shelves.

"My thoughts exactly," I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my tin case.

I popped open the lid, pulled the papers out and began sprinkling the Devil's Fruit bud into one, breaking it to pieces between my fingers. While I filled the paper to make sure the joint would be nice and fat, the bartender scooped ice with the proper cups and swiftly made each of our drinks at once, gliding the streams of alcohol into our glasses. By the time she had filled our orders, I had just started to roll the paper before dragging the end of my tongue across the glue and sealing it with a flawless finish.

"Would you like the honors?," I asked Cassidy, holding out the joint to her.

"Don't mind if I do," Cassidy replies, happily taking the piece and resting it between her lips. I took the small matchbox from my case, fired up a match and lit the joint for her before stowing them and the papers back into the case.

"Mmm," Cassidy moans as she passes the bud to me and downing a few gulps of her White Russian, "that's delicious."

"All thanks to Selina's father," I said, taking the joint and returning my tin case back into my pocket. Cassidy coughed out the smoke she inhaled and we all chuckled along with her, mostly Jacob and I, seeing as everyone we know has lungs of steel. Ironically.

"I'll leave the bottles for you guys," the bartender says as she returned to doing her own thing. She smiled and pointed at the joint as I inhaled, "Very nice roll, by the way. You're good with your hands."

"Thank you," I huffed with smoke and smiled back, passing the piece to Jacob, "I take a lot of pride in what I do."

"That's an understatement," Jacob says, taking the piece and puffing while I downed some of my scotch. The dragoness lightly laughed and nodded to us with her innocent smile, "Enjoy your drinks, let me know if you need anything else." She walked away to the unoccupied end of the bar, crossed her legs while leaning back in a rolling office chair and picked up an activity book from a shelf under the counter.

"Story time!," Alex announces with a wide grin as she took the joint from Jacob. "Now explain why you're going to destroy our cloths." Alex took a long inhaled of smoke and violently coughed it out just like her twin sister before handing the piece to Selina.

"So we don't get killed," Jacob sort of jokes before taking a few drinks of his vodka. "Long story short, Nate got himself into deep shit that lead to a job offer from the King."

"Really?," Cassidy questions, looking at me in surprise, "Wait, why would he give you a job for causing trouble?"

"In my defense," I started to explain, peering at Jacob for wording it the way he did, "I had no choice, it was either cause a little trouble or let people die."

"Easy choice," Cassidy states while Selina passed the joint back down the row until it reached her.

"Come on, give us some more detail," Alex says, looking up at Jacob with the smile then sipping at her drink.

"Okay," Jacob responded, "we got mixed up in some business with the smugglers in the northern section of the kingdom, they attacked and kidnapped us then Nate beat them, they got pissed and attacked the city and Nate beat them again then two days ago, they tried to trick him into a trap and Nate outsmarted them."

"It wasn't really that hard," I added, "where they excelled with brute strength, they lacked in common knowledge. All I did was put a little thought into it."

"That attack was because they wanted you?," Alex asks, leaning forward to see my face.

"Yeah, I'm not proud of that," I replied, looking down at my glass. "I was hoping they wouldn't go that far but some people just never learn."

"So how does the job offer fit into this?," Cassidy asks, passing the joint to me while smoke rolled out of her nostrils before coughing again.

"The King was so impressed with Nate's abilities, he decided to create some kind of new military force and gave him the lead," Selina answers, whirlpooling her beverage while I puffed. "He's mostly allowed him to bring in anyone he wants as long as they're capable so he pulled Jake in and I recruited myself."

"I'm actually still in shock that he offered me a job," I pointed out, handing Jacob the joint, "I beat the living tar out of twelve of his men and he responds by offering me a weekly bag of cash to do what I do naturally."

"Twelve?," Alex repeats with wide eyes, "you beat down twelve of them?"

"Well, seven, technically," I corrected myself, "the other five were taken down by the dunce working for the smugglers. I had a cover to keep out of his knowledge, the knights got in the way of that so I relied on reflex to handle the problem. In retrospect, I probably should've used my brain for that one instead."

"That's incredible," Cassidy says, looking up at me while Jacob passed to Alex. "You're the only person I know who can get into legal trouble and come out of it a soldier."

"He's the only one that lucky," Selina adds then drinks from her glass.

"No shit," Jacob agrees, turning to me with a cocky smirk. "let's hope that luck holds."

"I still don't get why you guys need to modify the cloths," Alex points out, gulping her poison and taking a quick puff.

"To put it simple, we need to stay hidden on the job and, personally, I prefer to dress casually," I answer then drink from my glass.

"You wouldn't look good in one of the knight's outfits anyway," Jacob picks, motioning to me with his glass. "I wouldn't wear one even if I had to."

"It's a good thing we don't," Selina says, taking the joint from Alex.

"So how come you didn't buy a new jacket?," Cassidy asks me, rubbing my inner thigh with her hand under the counter and taking a few sips with the other.

"I have a sweatshirt my mother made for me years ago," I answered, giving in and spreading my legs on the stool. "It's too important to me to replace."

"That's sweet," Cassidy says, sliding her hand over the crotch of my baggy jeans and grabbing for my dick. She gave me the sexy smile and started to softly rub me through my pants, casually taking drinks from her glass as she worked me up. Literally.

Ohhh yeah, get your fill, honey.

"So what exactly are you capable of that impressed the King so?," Cassidy asks, looking at me with seductive eyes while she reached for my zipper and silently eased it down. She slipped her hand through the open hole, reached into my boxers and wrapped her hand around my length, apparently not caring if anyone saw, and began secretively stroking me.

"He kicks ass, for one," Selina answers for me as the joint passed back down the row to Cassidy's free hand. "As he clearly demonstrated on that obnoxious bulldog."

"And what about you?," Alex asks Jacob, resting her head in one palm.

"I'm nothing compared to him," Jacob replies, motioning his glass at me again.

"I'm actually surprised you admit that," I said to him before taking a drink of my scotch and puffing on the joint when Cassidy handed to me.

"Why?," Jacob responds, taking the piece and giving me a weird look, "It's the truth."

"Don't fret, buddy," I told him, nudging him with my elbow as he inhaled smoke. "I'll see to it that you get there, you have my word."

"I'll hold you to that," Jacob says, passing the piece to Alex.

"While we're on the subject, Selina, I was wondering where you learned to fight," I pointed out, leaning forward without disturbing Cassidy's hand on me.

God, that feels good.

"I've been taking martial arts classes since I was eight," Selina replies, leaning forward with the joint to meet my eyes. "Not just one form either, I have my black belt in Taekwondo, Jiu-Jitsu, Ringen, Kenpo Taiji and Kung Fu."

"Speak English woman," Jacob teases as the joint passed by once more.

"That's impre-ah-sive," I mumbled, stuttering in delight from Cassidy twisting her hand while she strokes my cock. "I think I want to spar with you sometime."

"That'd be interesting," Selina says with a smile, "but let's save it for when you're not practically paralyzed."

"Paralysed?," Cassidy repeats, handing me the joint that's now a roach.

"I kinda got my ass handed to me two days ago when the smugglers tried luring me into their trap," I explained, putting out the cherry of the roach in an ashtray sitting on the table. "Nearly severed my spine."

"How are you able to walk?," Alex asks, looking passed Jacob at me.

"Jake's uncle, Elrick," I answer, "he made me some nasty medicine that numbed out most of the pain for a few hours."

"Numb this out," a familiar deep voice says from behind me.

I quickly pulled Cassidy's hand from my jeans, zipped the zipper and easily went flaccid as I was pulled backwards from my stool and thrown across the open floor. I tumbled across the wooden ground, flipping head over heels and skidding on my back until I came to a stop.

"You stupid mother fucker!," I hear Jacob scream from the bar.

I lifted my head, straining my neck and cracking my spine, to see Jacob uppercut the bulldog from before then spin around with a roundhouse and sending the bulldog skidding across the floor as well. Cassidy and Alex quickly rushed over to me as Selina hopped from her seat to stand at Jacob's side.

"Are you okay?," Cassidy worries as her and her sister bend down at my sides to help me stand.

"I think so," I groaned, accepting their support as I watched the ongoing fight.

The bulldog rose back to his feet with ease and attempted to rush Jacob but was quickly cut off by Selina's foot in his gut. He recoiled as the wind was kicked from his lungs but his karma didn't end there. Selina continued to knock him around with a barrage of strikes in a form that gave me the notion that she was dancing. The bulldog took punch after kick after elbow after knee after palm after heel to many of his vital areas until he appear slightly disoriented and left on his knees. Selina then switch up here approach and began jamming two extend fingers into precise points on the bulldogs body, mostly around the neck, wrists, stomach and face. That's the Kenpo Taiji.

She's attacking his nerves. My father taught me that same tactic. And with claws like hers, I know that fucking hurts.

The bulldog, surprisingly still conscious, fell flat on his face when Selina had finished with him, twitching and screaming blood murder, unable to move. Selina, wearing a proud and self satisfied grin, turned away and returned to Jacob's side as the twins helped me back over to the bar.

"Thanks, girls," I told them with an appreciative smile, easing myself from their grasp, "I think I got it now."

"That was awesome, Selina," Jacob announces with a manic laugh, "just fuckin' awesome!"

"Thought you'd like that," Selina smirks, hands at her hips, "what'd you think, Nate?"

"I don't even know what to say," I replied with astounded wide eyes. "You're one tough bitch. Remember that test I told you I was going to set up?"

"To see if you'd be okay with me joining your team?," Selina asks before I nod to acknowledge, "Yeah."

"Consider it passed," I told her with a smile. "That was absolutely astounding."

"Eh, I'm out of practice," Selina modestly waves the compliment as she looked back at the bulldog trembling on the floor, "that was a good warm up but it wasn't really that fun. Thank you, though, I'm glad you approve."

"Are you guys alright?," the dragoness asks with a worried look as she approached our group on the other side of the bar.

"Yeah, we're fine," Jacob replies then looks to me, "what about you?"

"Besides a little extra pain in my spine," I answer, rubbing my lower back, "I think I'll be okay. I'm definitely going to need some more of the Old Man's meds soon, though."

"Let's get you back to the lab," Jacob tells me, pointing a thumb behind him, "the girls can come with us."

"No, it's alright," I said, holding up a hand and shuffling back to my seat. "We came to get drunk so let's get drunk." I rose my glass to them as they all sat back in their stools and downed the rest of my scotch.

"What about him?," Cassidy asks the bartender, looking at the bulldog as I refilled my glass, downed the entire thing and refilled again.

"I'll go get security to drag him out," the bartender says, "I don't know where the hell they've been all this time. Are you sure your okay?," she asks, looking at me in concern.

"Nothing a few more glasses won't help," I replied with a grin, raising my glass to her, "thanks for asking, though."

"No problem," the dragoness smiles with relief, "I'll be right back." The dragoness walked off to the left and went up the stairway to the next floor.

"Well done, Selina," Alex congratulated, "you always were a badass."

"I have a question," Jacob says, pointing a finger at the bulldog, "if you could do that, why'd you scream four days ago when Nate rushed the rabbit?"

"I'm still a woman," Selina smarts off. "Women scream when they're scared."

"You scare easy, then," Jacob says, finishing his glass and pouring another.

"Eat me," Selina says, flipping him off as they both laughed at each other.

I shook my head with a grin at their recently established "bond" then downed yet another glass, feeling the burn in the back of my throat, and filling it up once again.

"We better catch up, guys," Cassidy says, looking at me with a grin, "Nate's on his fourth glass."

"The day Nate out drinks me is the day I die of alcohol poisoning," Jacob says then chugs his new glass and refills it.

All five of us cut the chatter long enough to down enough alcohol to kill an elephant. Selina fell behind the rest of us as she took her time mixing her Appletinis, but she didn't let that stop her. The bartender returned back to the first floor with two large men dressed in black tuxedos, one being a rugged looking light blue avian, I'm not really too sure what species though, I've never been good with identifying birds. The other is a toned muscular rottweiler with the most serious expression on his face. I laughed as I watched the dragoness bitch them out while they dragged the bulldog out of the store by his legs. She giggled at my reaction to her authority then returned to her office chair and activity booklet. The security guards came back through the front door seconds later and took a position on each side of the bar.

The evening quickly turned into night and I found myself too far gone to walk on my own, Jacob was no better. After we paid our bill, I drunkenly rolled two more joints and gave one to the pretty bartender and lit the other for the five of us as we walked back to the castle. The twins were not quite drunk enough to manage to help Jacob and I move without stumbling over the crowd, although it proved a little difficult as we passed the new joint around. Selina looked like she was in her own world but impressively walked with ease.

The walk back to the lab seemed to take so much longer than usual, probably because we're fucked out of our minds. The medication Elrick gave me a few hours earlier began to wear off soon after we left the bar and I ended up putting more weight into Cassidy's support than I'm comfortable with. I really didn't have much of a choice though, by the time we reached the castle's front door, luckily just before the guards were scheduled to close it, I felt like my back was crippling into tiny pieces with each step I took. Selina winded up supporting my other side as she and Cassidy pulled me up the spiral stone staircase that climbs the first section of the castle. I limped down the corridors as the girls held me up. Jacob basically did the same but for a much different reason.

Eventually, we made it back to our front door and Selina opened it to let us as fall in in a line. Cassidy and I were the first ones in to see Elrick sitting at the table with his erotica like usual. Marking his sentence and closing the novel, Elrick looked up at me then sighed, pressing two fingers to his temple.

"What did I tell you before you left, Nathaniel?," he questions me, standing and helping Cassidy drag me to the patient room.

"I'm in a lot of pain here, Elrick," I groaned as he and Cassidy helped me through the door and sat me down on the bed, "can we just skip the lecture and go straight to the part where you make some of that disgusting miracle piss?"

"I wouldn't have to if you had just stayed in bed like I told you," Elrick says, crossing his arms and peering at me over the rim of his circular glasses.

"Yes, I know daddy, but I gotta grow up sometime," I mumbled, leaning back against the wall and resting my body.

"I'll be right back," Elrick says, walking out of the room after Jacob, Alex and Selina came in.

Selina and Jacob fell onto the bed on each of my sides and leaned back against the wall in the exact same position as me.

"Hey buddy," Jacob stutters, refusing to move a muscle, even to turn and look at me. "Howzit goin'?"

"Oh, you know," I stuttered back, also not budging an inch. "Broken and wasted on a Friday night."

"Word," Jacob replies with a grin.

"How you doin', Selina?," I asked, still unmoved.

"What?," Selina replies in her own state of paralysis.

"I said, 'how you doin''?,", I repeated, speaking slower and more clearly.

Selina didn't respond this time, she just sat there at my left in a daze.

"Selina?," I called to her, turning my head to see her face.

"What...," she mumbles before shaking her head and looking at me, "what?"

I stared at her for a minute before chuckling lightly then bursting into a hysterical laugh. She, Jacob and the twins joined me either because they realized why I was laughing or they found it hilarious that I was laughing about it. Either way, we all broke out in drunken laughter until I grunted, clenching my teeth then crying out in searing pain.

"Quit your whining," Elrick tells me as he walks in with a glass of that revolting anesthetic, clearly irritated at me. "Drink."

Elrick held the glass out to me, I quickly retrieved it and downed the liquid, filling with relief when it took an immediate effect and numbed the pain back to the level it was before.

"Oh, holy Christ, that's so much better," I pleaded, "I didn't even taste the piss that time." I handing the glass back to Elrick and hopped to my feet. Unfortunately, I had forgotten where I had just been and fell into the operating table, just barely catching myself from falling on my face. "Right," I mumbled to myself, "still drunk."

"Then I suggest you get to bed," Elrick says. "Are you going to introduce me to you're friends before you take them with you?"

"Elrick, that's Alex and Cassidy, girls, that's the Old Man," Jacob lazily introduced them to each other.

"Hi there," the twins said in unison, standing side by side with a wobbling stature.

"Hello, ladies," Elrick says, nodding to the girls then looking at Jacob and I, "Go to bed. And try to keep quiet, I'd like to sleep tonight without the sound of screams haunting my memory."

"No promises," I reply, grinning at Cassidy and leaning my weight on the operating table.

Elrick rolled his eyes at me and pointed a finger at me aggressively. "You and I are going to have a talk in the morning."

"Yes, sir," I acknowledged, trying to keep the respect present and not piss him off anymore than I already have.

Elrick looked at me for a moment with curiously angry eyes then turned and walked out of the room.

"You gonna crash here, Selina?," Jacob asks, tilting his head to the side to look at her.

"No, I'd rather not have to listen to these two scream either," Selina responded, wobbling to her feet, "I'll probably passed out at my dad's place for the night. Hey, does the bay window downstairs open?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so," I answer, losing my balance for a moment and catching myself. "Why?"

"It's easier to get out that way instead of tripping down all those stairs," Selina explained.

"Are you sure you're okay to fly under the influence?," Jacob asked as Alex helped him stand. "Actually, don't answer, I wanna watch you splat like an egg." Jacob started cracking up as Selina attempted to playfully slap him but ended up striking the air.

"Dick," Selina says, stumbling out of the room.

Cassidy hooked to my side and helped me keep my balance as we walked out behind her and followed her down into the den.

"Seriously, Selina, are you sure you're okay to fly?," I asked, concerned that she's a little overconfident.

"I'll be fine," Selina replies as Jacob popped open the bay window for her. "I've flown longer distances drunk off my ass. It's cute that you care, though."

"If you say so," I said, hugging her goodbye as we pecked each other's cheeks. "Be careful, please."

"Don't be too careful," Jacob said as he hugged her next, receiving a peck as well, "God forbid you make me laugh."

"Get over it," Selina teases, grinning at him then hugging the twins together. "Have fun you two." Selina kissed their cheeks, they kissed hers and with that, Selina just fell right out of the window.

We all rushed to look down and make sure she didn't plummet to her death and, thankfully she didn't. Instead, she instantly caught the wind under her wings as they spread wide and she soared off into the darkness of the night with grace.

"That's just not fair," Jacob complains, staring into the dark outside. "I wanna fly too, dammit."

"Why don't you hop out and see if you sprout wings?," I picked at him, chuckling at myself then dragging my feet across the floor, bringing Cassidy with me. "Night buddy, night Alex, see you guys in the morning."

"Night," Jacob and Alex reply as they shuffled to Jacob's bedroom across from mine.

Cassidy and I walked through my door, shut it behind us and fell on the bed together.

"What a night," I stated, lighting a match from the box sitting on one of my night stands and setting the two candles next to them ablaze.

"Tell me about it," Cassidy says, rolling over onto my chest to grab one of the candles and put them on the nightstand on her side. "Talk about exciting. I wish I could've seen you beat that bulldog's ass, though, I've seen Selina kick butt more times than I can count."

"It's probably better that Selina handled it," I said, snuffing out the match in an ashtray on the nightstand on my side then sitting up to untie my boots. "I might have accidentally killed him. He definitely pissed me off enough. What is it with these conceited meatheads always coming back for more? I swear to God, it happens to me way too often." I yanked my boots off and tossed them on the floor at the foot of my bed before falling back on one of my pillows.

Cassidy rose from my side, straddled her leg over my waist and sat in my lap, laying on my chest and getting in my face. "Maybe I can relieve some of that tension for you," she says, looking down at me with the smile and those sexy yellow eyes.

"Mmm, that's sounds nice," I reply, smiling back at her with goggled vision. "I'd certainly appreciate the effort."

"I bet you would," Cassidy teased then brought her lips softly to mine.

She kissed me passionately for a few seconds before letting her hormones fuel her actions and getting rough. She ran her fingers through the fur on my head, scraping my scalp with her ridiculously sharp claws and squeezing my waist with her legs as she jammed her tongue in my mouth. Her tail began to whip vigorously and I could feel her claws starting to break skin. I grunted a few times and she giggled at me then returned to clenching my fur in her palms. She pulled away from my lips and, literally, sliced my white tee shirt down the center with a single claw. I watched her finger in astonishment as the cloth ripped from the neck to the waist. Cassidy smiled in my face as she pulled the back of the neck up, sliding the sleeves from my arms and tossed the torn tee off the bed. Her eyes strayed from mine down to my chest and at that moment, I saw the strangest expression spread over her face.

She looked down at my scarred chest, eyes wide and filled with wonder, mouth gaped open, and started to purr. She gently place a finger at the top of each scar and slowly dragged them down their lengths. She took her sweet time, staring in a hormonal gaze while her eyes bounced across my body. Her fingers met the end of all four scars then she brought the hand slowly to her chest and stuck a claw between her teeth.

"Damn, that's hot," Cassidy mumbles with the sexy smile through her aroused purrs.

"See something you like?," I asked, grinning at her as I slowly slid my hands up the inside of her legs. My fingers cruised up her skirt and along her inner thighs until a few of them found a way under her drenched panties and pulled them aside to expose her. "God damn, you must," I continued, glancing down and dragging a finger across her pussy lips, "it's like a fountain down there."

Cassidy gave me a look that said "very funny" and bent down on my arms and chest. "So what are you gonna do about it, tough guy?," she asked in a seductive tone, peering back down to what little of my scars she could still see.

I slid my finger back down the length of her pussy and poked just the claw inside and wiggled it around. "I got a few ideas," I replied as she huffed harshly in response and gasped as she clenched the fur on my head again.

Well, that was easy. Even Selina handled foreplay with more control than this. That's okay though, easy is fun.

I grinned widely again and forced my finger a little further in. Cassidy cried out in pleasure as I felt her juices surround my finger and drip onto and off the fur of my hands. She started pulling my hair and gripped my left ear between her teeth. Her back arched, her ass rose into the air and her tail lifted her skirt up and over, revealing her to the open air. I used my free hand to roll her panties a little ways down her legs while shoving the finger as deep in as it would go. Cassidy convulsed and screamed into my neck as I started to slowly finger her, gently easing it out and slickly pushing it back in. She twitched and cried every time my finger went inside and gasped for breath every time it slid back out, like clockwork. A gave her about two or three minutes to warm up before I forced a second finger and starting getting rough with her.

I wrapped my free arm around Cassidy's back, holding her tight against my chest, and began to rapidly thrust two fingers inside her. She absolutely gave in, wrapping an arm under my neck and burying her face into the pillow. Her voice carried out and bounced off the walls even when muffled by the cotton. Her other hand took a firm grasp on the arm pleasing her and held on for dear life.

I decided to test just how much her tight pussy could take by adding a third finger to the bunch and squeezing them all in as deep as I could. Which was a mistake. She apparently loved it enough to unknowing tighten her grasp on my arm and dig her claws into the meat. Caught by surprise, I pulled my arm out from between us and away from her reach.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry!," Cassidy pleaded, raising a hand to her mouth and reaching for my arm with the other. "Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm bleeding," I replied, watching the blood dribble out from the new holes. "Luckily, thanks to Elrick, I can't really feel it. I'm gonna need to wash my sheets after tonight though."

"I'm really sorry," Cassidy pleaded again, raising my arm and bending down to kiss it without smearing her face with blood.

"Don't worry about it," I assured her, raising the claw of a finger to the top of her low cut blouse, "we have other matters to tend to." I sliced the thin cloth of her blouse down to the waist, just as she did to my tee, and the straps then grasped the back and tossed it on the floor next to the bed. I pinched a nipple between two claws and licked my lips while I watched her twitch some more.

"Hey, asshole," Cassidy huffs, grinding her wet pussy against my jeans, "what am I supposed to wear when I go home?"

"You can take one of my shirts, I never wear them anyway," I answered, pulling her panties down to her knees. She rolled over the bed onto her side and let me pull them off and throw them to the floor. Without hesitating, I popped open the button of my jeans, pulled the zipper down and ripped them off so they could join the rest of the clothing on the floor. Cassidy giggled as she sat up to rip my boxers off next and went start to stuffing me in heel mouth.

"Oh, Jesus," I prayed, throwing my head back as Cassidy licked and sucked on my hardened cock. "Didn't see that coming."

"I've been dying to do this since I had you in my hand at the bar," Cassidy tells me with a grin, only popping my cock head out of her mouth long enough to do so.

She took me in down to the base with no problem whatsoever and pulled me back out, trailing her saliva along my shaft and dragging her tongue across the tip before shoving my dick back down her throat. I grunted and moaned in a drunken, hormonal, adrenaline fueled euphoric state of pleasure as I felt the warm touch of Cassidy's tongue on my length, the wet stroke of her lips massaging the skin and the pull of her sucking for my cum.

You're gonna get it, too.

Cassidy bobbed her head down over and over with rhythm, forcing my dick to slide over her tongue into the back of her throat. I literally felt the back of her throat on my tip and I'm fucking loving it. I started to gently hyperventilate and looked down to watch her. She looked back up at me with her seductive yellow eyes, her pink cheeks blushing hot red, and clawed at the sheets of my bed while she twisted her head around every time she forced me in. I ended up clenching the bed sheets between my claws as well and slightly arched my back to thrust my cock in her mouth when she dropped her head. She's really working hard for it, she made a noise each time my base hit her snout as I shoved my cock into her throat and continued to push into me as if she couldn't get it in deep enough.

...That came out wrong.

Cassidy slobbered on my cock while she licked and sucked, moaning at the intake along with my groaning gibberish. After a while, I got fed up with myself and and sat up. She slid me out of her mouth and looked at me as I grabbed her by the hips.

"I can't take it anymore," I told her, pulling her my way to lead her to straddle my head.

Cassidy giggled and returned to sucking my dick, resting her body on mine. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, spread her pussy lips with a claw from each and took a long, wide stroke with my tongue across her clit. Cassidy twitched like I expected so I tightened my grasp around her legs and continued to lap up her pussy juice while she sucked on my precum.

We both cried out in our own manner. I huffed out my usual nonsense I had interpreted to be words and groaned into her cunt. She yelped, screamed and moaned with my dick slipping in and out of her mouth all the while tossing our bodies around on the bed as she convulsed from my tongue. I took my sweet time toying with her clit and tasting her juice while she violently shoved my dick down her throat. The way she reacts to a touch in the right spot makes it so easy to please her and I took advantage of it. I slid the tip of my tongue up and down between her pussy lips and moved a hand up to continue playing with her clit. Eventually, I stuck the fucker deep inside her tiny pussy and made her jump forward. I wiggled it like an earthworm inside her while rubbing her clit with two fingers and spreading her juice across her crotch and my snout. She kept bouncing forward and yelping while I went to town and her so I locked my free arm still holding her leg and tried to keep her in place.

I don't know if either I'm really that good or she's really that easy - or we're both really still that wasted - but this girl is about to unleash the beast.

I flowed into my own rhythm of oral foreplay as Cassidy did the same and closed my eyes, falling deep into my intoxicated actions. Cassidy, licking and slobbering across my shaft as she lowered her head to take me in then sucking and dragging her wet, warm tongue as she pulled back up, continued to endlessly shake in my grasp, making all types of sounds to be heard. Especially from Elrick's room. I'm going to get chewed out for that, too.

Totally worth it.

I, on the other hand, keep as still as I could while still thrusting my pelvis towards her when she bobbed to take me in. I held my rhythm all the same, tossing her clit around between my fingers, lapping her juices from inside her tight cunt and letting my tongue squirm around inside. Her tail brushed my eyelid and I popped both open in reflex. As we continued, I watched her tail brush over my snout a few times the up towards her ass. The end of her tail began to jam into her hole and, shockingly, found its way inside. Still licking, sucking and rubbing on her clit and cunt, I rose an eyebrow in curiosity as I watched her shove her own tail in and out of her ass. Or, at least, try to. Everything wet is between my lips so it seems to be having a hard time getting in and out properly.

"Should I stick something in there, too?," I asked, taking a breather and chuckling at my own words while still rubbing her clit.

Cassidy popped me out of her mouth and started to stroke at the same pace while she looked back at me with that sexy smile. "If you wouldn't mind," Cassidy replied, giggling then blowing me a kiss and shoving me back in her mouth.

I tilted my head to the side to shrug without disturbing her then suck a couple fingers deep into her pussy to lube them up. She screamed over my cock in surprise and groaned as I slowly slid them back out. I jammed them in there a few more times, forcing her to yelp and scream with me in her mouth, just to be sure they were wet enough.

Okay, that's a lie, I also like seeing a girl twitch and moan like that. What guy doesn't?

I pulled them out then rose them to her sweet bubble butt and gently forced both in. It's tight, tighter than I was expecting, and Cassidy acknowledged it at the instant my fingers touched her ass. She pulled me out, popping my cock head over her lips, switching back to stroking me with her hand at a much faster pace and screamed into my hip as the fingers pushed into her ass. She looked back at me with overwhelming desire written all over her blushed face and started twisting her strokes as I munched on her cunt and fingered her ass. I've never actually done anything anal before. As long as she doesn't try to stick one in me, I think I like it so far. It almost couldn't go on long enough, we went at it for a good while until she unexpectedly squirted in my face.

Holy crap, I got some in my eye. I didn't even see it coming, all her screams sound the same.

Cassidy gradually caught her breath with light moans and purrs before giggling and rising to her hands and knees.

"Hey, what'd you stop for?," I playfully complained, pushing her ass down to my waist and pulling her back to lay on my chest.

"Sorry," Cassidy giggles again, "that was amazing."

"Not to gloat, but I hear that a lot," I said, grinning at my own confidence as I wrapped my arms around her waist. "Does the assplay really feel that good?"

"It works both ways, ya know," Cassidy tells me, turning her head to look at me. She reached down to grab my cock sticking up between her legs. "Why don't you stick this thing in there and find out for yourself?"

"I'm open to new things," I said, moving my hands down her waist to spread her legs, "gonna need a little lubrication first, though."

Before Cassidy could respond, I quickly positioned myself and jammed my dick balls deep inside her pussy. She screamed and threw her hands above us to grab the headboard of my bed for support and helped me keep her legs air born while I shoved myself inside her.

God, I love pussy.

I roughly began thrusting my cock inside her. Each time I pounded against her pelvis, the bed shook and smacked the wall, Cassidy cried out as she trembled on top of me, and I started growing closer to the orgasm she has been working up in me. I did my damned best to hold it back as long as I could. I clenched my teeth tighter and tighter each time I pushed inside her. I tried not to let her screams fuel my arousal and I used every ounce of my willpower to hold it off but the truth is always the same; it's inevitable.

"Hhhhaaahhhhh, holy shit!," I cried out, releasing a sudden burst of speed. I pounded my cock inside Cassidy as fast and hard as I could, clenching her thighs and biting my own tail as I started to climax. "Oh, Jesus Christ!," I cried out again, being muffled by Cassidy's screams, as I came and let it all out inside her.

The first release intoxicated me beyond the effect of the alcohol and I felt like it made my eyes roll back into my head as I spurted, still slamming myself inside. The next four put new meaning to the word "relief" and eased my muscle tension as I enjoyed the orgasm and slowly came to a stop.

"You really let it go," Cassidy teases me with a grin, flipping over to face me as she lies on my chest. "God, I feel it oozing out."

"That's how the cookie crumbles," I babbled with a stupid smirk while I eased down from cloud nine.

"What?," Cassidy asks, laughing over the word.

"I dunno, I'm still drunk," I replied, bringing my eyes back to hers.

"I hope that wasn't all," Cassidy says then drags her tongue up the side of my neck.

"Not even if I wanted it to be," I said, smacking my cock against her asshole.

"So you think it's lubed up enough now?," she asks, smiling down at me as she kicked her feet back and forth in the air above us.

"Let's find out," I told her with a fake innocent smile.

That "innocent" smile quickly changed to a domineering one as I pointed the head against her hole and pushed it in.

"OH, GOD!," Cassidy screams into the air at the top of her lungs, falling into my chest and burying her face into my neck.

I forced my dick deep into her ass, falling more in love with the idea all the while and enraged that I had never tried it before. It was a tight fit, I mean really tight. The mixture of our cum spread over my shaft made it nice and wet inside within the first couple of thrusts and I found it easy to slide myself in and out of Cassidy's sexy ass.

I moaned in a way much different than I usually do. It was actually a moan and it wasn't the only one to come out. Although unheard under Cassidy's screams, it's new for me, the moaning and the new form of pleasure she introduced to me.

I love this.

Cassidy began to back into my thrusts which only made me push deeper inside her ass. We both continued to cry out into the vicinity as we enjoyed her muscles squeezing tightly around my cock. I rammed myself in, hard and deep, and gave in to the new feeling flowing through me. Cassidy then started to rotate her hips while she backed into me and it just made it that much better.

As my dick swished and thrust inside Cassidy's ass, she pulled her head from my neck and stuck her tongue in my mouth again. I jammed mine in hers and we both moaned into each other's face in what would seem like ecstasy. The pleasure stimulated our drunken state and fueled our desires while we gave in to them all at once. Cassidy's lips parted from mine as she began to scream again, allowing me to breathe only to moan it all back out. Her claws dug into my chest and sent a spark chilling throughout my body. It rushed to my dick and combined with the sweet sensation of being inside a new part of Cassidy. I wrapped an arm around her waist and another across her back to her shoulder to push her into me.

"Oh, Ga-a-w-d...," Cassidy prays in my face, looking down at me with half opened aroused eyes and stuttering each time I pounded into her ass.

I quickly switched out to jam my dick back into her cunt to lube it up again which must have caught her off guard as she gasped and threw her head into the air. I kept the pace as I rammed her cunt, taking in the wet and warm embrace of her muscles squeezing around my shaft. I gave it a few minutes just so I could hear her juices splashing against my pelvis and spread over our legs and the bed sheets. When I pulled out and stuffed it back in her ass, I found myself at a lose of control.

Cassidy sat down hard onto my cock when I slipped the head inside and pinned my wrists next to my head. She sat up off of my chest and began to slam herself into me with speed. Cassidy rose back up, sliding my dick out of her sexy ass until the tip was the only thing inside then roughly dropped back down, hitting my pelvis with a "smack" and shoving every inch in to spread the muscles apart. Cassidy held me down, refusing to let me move as she forced me inside.

"Oh my God, Nate," Cassidy cries out about me, still keeping me pinned to the bed as she fucked me, "Oh, God, I'm gunna cum!"

"I'm getting there, too," I moaned, staring through my tunnel vision, "fuck, Cassidy, don't you dare stop!"

Cassidy screamed and screamed every time she slammed into me, squeezing my wrists and pulling us both closer to the finish. I'm pretty sure I'm going to first. I love how it feels inside her tight little bubble ass and her pussy juices slicking the inside just made so much softer as she clenched around my cock. Another one began to rise inside me, tingling in the center of my shaft as it works up. It slowly spread through my cock and got more and more intense when the entire thing filled inside her. I started to moan louder than I ever have before and Cassidy easily picked up on why. She violently picked up her pace, stroking my cock with her sweet ass as fast as she could with her hands. It made a significant difference, pulling the orgasm out of me and effecting my entire being.

"Holy fucking Go-haahhhhh!," I attempted to scream as it rose to the surface. I released again, crying out until Cassidy jammed her tongue back in my mouth. I moaned and groaned into her mouth as I creamed and filled her ass with my cum. I spurted once, whimpering in her face. I spurted again as I tried to clench the bed sheets under Cassidy's grasp. Then the last came out in a couple more spurts while Cassidy continued the exact same pace, screaming into my mouth as well. As the last of mine hit its peak and began to ease down, Cassidy screamed one last time at the top of her lungs, lifted her ass up, letting me slip out of her with my cum drizzling behind, and squirted over my cock in her own orgasm, soaking the fur on our bodies and everything underneath and between.