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Trading in Tyria was one of the most profitable ways to make gold. While blacksmithing and tailoring can help you sustain yourself and a family, you won't be getting rich unless you're very well-known. Kona didn't possess any real physical skills. During her younger years, she tried many different professions, but couldn't find any she was good at. Weaving cloth wasn't particularly fun, nor did she have the artistic skills to develop the intricate patterns many well-known tailors could make. Jewelcrafting was a disaster. Again, the lack of artistic skills limited her work to simple rings and necklaces, and she was too clumsy to handle expensive gems. Cooking? Well, she could cook some basic treats, and even a couple fancy meals, but she wasn't about to confine herself to a bakery or market stall.

One by one, Kona tried every common profession available. She read many books, sat through countless classes and met plenty of knowledgeable and patient people who were willing to teach her. Throughout her studies, she noted one reoccurring theme in every craft: trading. No matter which craft you looked at, all of them dealt with traders. Traders sold the crafters materials, ordered products in bulk and then sold the products at a higher price than what it costs to make. While every profession had the ability to be profitable, trading had scalability. You can only craft so many necklaces a day before you're tired, but traders could commission several jewelcrafters and have plenty of necklaces to sell. Kona was hooked by the concept and knew that was what she wanted to be.

Today, Kona was up 35 gold on her trading. This wasn't a bad day, considering she'd only recently stepped foot into the market and was consistently selling all of her goods. She dealt with two small-time farmers. When she originally approached them, they seemed intimidated that she was a charr, but her small body and clean, snow white fur seemed to put them at ease. She wore a white linen blouse with some interesting silk designs and a matching long skirt. Apparently, the last charr trader they dealt with wasn't all that clean or friendly. She worked out a deal with them, only slightly higher than the previous trader, but they seemed to be happier to trade with her instead.

Kona walked through the streets of Divinity's Reach. The trading had come to an end, and she was ready to head to the bar to get a drink or two and work on tomorrow's plan. She wore her favorite white blouse and skirt set as usual, but it was far from clean. It was hot all day, and even now with the sun setting she could still feel the heat radiating off the path. She was a sweaty mess and couldn't wait to take a nice bath. But the heat from the sun wasn't the only thing bothering her. Unfortunately, all female charr were subject to the estrus cycle, and she was no exception. The hot aching deep in her loins throbbed with every step, but she dealt with it all day and could deal with it for just a few more hours. A nice glass of mead should calm it.

Divinity's Reach was kind of a safe haven for Kona when she was in heat. The clean air and beautiful scenery repelled any charr from being in the city for long. She didn't have the slightest interest in having cubs, despite her body trying to force her to. Outside of her heat, sex rarely ever crossed her mind. Once she lost control and rutted with her roommate back in the Black Citadel, but that never happened again. The sex was mind blowing, but the month of panicking over a possible pregnancy made sure she would never do it again. This deep in the city, she knew she wouldn't encounter any other charr. If they knew she was in heat, they wouldn't hesitate to take her right in the streets, and with her current state of mind, she would probably let them.

The walk to the bar was uneventful. By the time Kona arrived, the sun was orange and night was threatening to engulf the city soon. The lamp-lighters were already out preparing to combat the darkness. It was such a strange, but necessary job. Kona wondered how much they were paid, and even more so how you even become a lamp-lighter. Maybe she could interview one later. For now, she entered the bar and surveyed the room. Her heart jumped when she saw some fur in the corner, but was relieved it was only a female charr. When she walked in, the other female turned to her immediately, probably aware of her heat. She wasn't aware what a powerful scent she gave off, and wondered if non-charr could pick up on it. Nobody mentioned it to her, so she doubted it. The female watching her smirked and turned back to her drink, chatting with a very tall, muscular male norn. Kona walked up to the bar, ordered a glass of mead and sat down at the table in the less populated corner of the room.

Kona opened her ledger and reviewed today's trades. The waiter brought her the mead, and she gave them a small tip. She leaned against the chair and stretched out her legs. Today was a productive day, but tomorrow was going to be busy. She needed to expand and diversify her inventory. Maybe try to find another farmer to cut a deal with, or possibly expand into ore. Her brief adventure into blacksmithing will help with the knowledge she already has on what ore will sell well. Still, her thoughts drifted to the aching in between her legs. She quickly chugged her mead and almost immediately started to feel the heat die down. It was a slow process, but by the end of the night she'll have forgotten about it. She lifted her mug and was brought another glass of mead.

Cloth could be something to expand into. Everyone wears clothes, and there were always new tailors trying to design the next best outfit. Linen was too saturated, but silk would sell well. Tailors love to make intricate designs out of silk. Down goes another mug of mead. Kona relaxed in her chair the best she could. She started flipping through the pages in her ledger to what experiments failed so she wouldn't repeat them tomorrow. Herbs were a bad idea, and so were fish. She had previous success with common jewels. Perfumes weren't great, she barely broke even, but maybe that was because she overpaid for them. Hmm.

The waiter brought her another mug of mead without asking. Kona was already feeling relaxed and rarely drank a lot, but what the hell, today was a good day. She paid the waiter for one more and sipped the mug. She wasn't really thinking about anything in particular while flipping through the pages. Something rubbed up against her leg. It was a snow leopard. She wasn't too fond of animals, but this one was cute enough, and seemed pretty friendly. It sniffed up her leg and nuzzled against it before walking under her table. Her eyes drifted back to the ledger as she idly flipped the page again.

The snow leopard leaned its head in between Kona's legs. She wasn't wearing much under the skirt, just a thin loincloth out of habit. The snow leopard sniffed against the cloth once, and then used its nose to push it aside. What the snow leopard saw was a swollen pussy, slightly red with desire and begging to be penetrated. She felt the snow leopard's cold nose contrast with the heat of her lips. It took every bit of effort not to moan out loud. A quick survey of the room confirmed nobody was looking at her, and she was facing toward the wall, so the snow leopard was almost hidden in front of her body.

Kona was going to shoo the cat away, until it extended its tongue with a gentle lick. The rough texture of its tongue felt vaguely similar to the barbs on a charr's cock, and flashbacks of when she rutted with her roommate flooded back into her mind. She laid an encouraging paw on the snow leopard's head and stroked it gently, her other paw on the ledger to pretend to be busy. The snow leopard needed no more encouragement and lapped away at her swollen folds. Every lick to her hyper sensitive pussy caused her entire body to shudder. She tried to keep it under control, but that part of her body had been untouched for so long there was no controlling herself.

The snow leopard's tongue skillfully spread apart Kona's lips, nibbling on the outer edges. There was no doubt it had done this before. She pushed its head into her crotch, forcing its tongue deeper inside the depths. The texture of its tongue caused her to gasp. It felt like she was being penetrated by a tiny million barbs, all stimulating her inner walls at once. Her head quickly turned behind her, but still nobody paid any attention to her. Her paw were shaking as she flipped to another page, her other paw scratching behind the snow leopard's ears as it's tongue explored her tunnel. She felt its tongue slowly swirl around inside her, teasing her. Its tongue lay still for a moment, and then it slowly withdrew it, Kona's walls contracting hard to try to keep it inside.

The leopard pulled its head out from under Kona's skirt, looking up at her face as it panted, as if it was looking for praise. She didn't realize how tense her body was. She melted back into the chair, but now the burning inside of her was ignited and she desperately needed penetrated. The snow leopard's muzzle was visibly damp, which came as slight surprise to her. She'd had no idea she produced that much juice. Her other paw moved down to stroke the leopard's head. That must have been enough, because it moved back under her skirt with the help of her paws. She nervously looked around the bar again, and everyone seemed to be too busy to notice her.

The snow leopard wasted no time getting right back to work, within seconds his muzzle bumped up against Kona's groin. Its tongue was quick to penetrate her before her inner walls could even start to contract. Her body was tense again as the leopard's tongue fucked her. It would thrust its tongue inside of her, the barbs on its tongue curved in a way that relaxed her sensitive walls. Then, it would violently pull its tongue back, every tiny barb on its tongue scraping against her, almost in a painful way. If she was quiet before, she was definitely making noises now. Both paws on the snow leopard's head helped guide it back and forth as its tongue soothed her aches.

Kona felt the snow leopard pushing its muzzle against her groin as hard as it could, trying to push his tongue as deeply as possible into her pussy. Its thrusts in and out were with such desire to please that she knew she wouldn't last much longer. The leopard put its whole body into one last thrust, and Kona helped him by pulling his muzzle as close as she could into her crotch. Its muzzle was forced open and engulfed her entire crotch, its sharp teeth threatening to tear her skin open. This only intensified her desire to cum, and the leopard wasn't about to back down.

Even though it would only take one bite to tear her groin open, the leopard continued its thrusting. Kona felt her orgasm rapidly approaching her. She once again used her strength to force the snow leopard's muzzle into her. Its teeth accidentally penetrated her skin, but that only sent her over the edge. Her entire body was rushed with wave after wave of pleasure, her pussy walls rapidly contracting on the leopard's tongue. She squirted her juices directly into the snow leopard's muzzle, most of it going down the back of its throat. Its barbed tongue still thrust inside of her, prolonging her orgasm even longer. Every tiny bit of tension released itself from her body and into the leopard's muzzle. Her orgasm began to die down, but the snow leopard started to withdraw its tongue, the texture again reminding her of a charr's barbed cock pulling out of her. She came once more, less intense but still enough to make her squirt one last time onto the snow leopard's muzzle.

Kona looked down at the snow leopard. Both of them were panting, but her face wasn't covered with a charr's pussy juice. She lazily tried to wipe its face off with her skirt. It was a passable job, but it was still damp. She didn't even want to think about the mess under her skirt, instead choosing to finish off the mead she ordered earlier. The snow leopard stuck around for a while. Kona stroked its head and scratched behind its ears a lot, making sure the leopard knew what a good job it did. One of the things she realized was she didn't even know what gender the leopard was. She assumed female, since it never tried to mount her.

Another thing Kona realized was that she just let a feral animal pleasure her. That was definitely odd. It was considered taboo for humans to do it, but she never heard anything about charr. But it probably wasn't smart to do it in the middle of a bar, either. She instantly became worried again as her head darted around the bar. Quite a few people had left now, and there was only one group of people left chatting in the other corner, the female charr included. She wondered who the snow leopard belonged to. She also wondered what would happen if they found out she let the leopard pleasure her.

It didn't take long to find out. A large norn lady approached her, face red and almost panicking. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know he was over here, I thought he had fallen asleep at my feet." Her speech was slightly slurred, but still clearly worried. Kona wasn't sure why.

"It's fine." Kona replied, surprisingly not slurring. Maybe the orgasm sobered her up a bit. "He wasn't bothersome at all. He was quite friendly, actually." She paused. "He just laid at my feet and purred." She lied.

The norn sighed out of relief. "Did he... Umm... Try to bother you in, umm... Or try to force himself, umm... Down... You know, there?" She pointed toward her own crotch.

Kona was a trader, and lying was part of the trade. "No. Not at all. Why?"

Another sigh came from the norn. "He just... He tries to do that sometimes... To lick you there... I... I don't know why. Ummm... Sorry. He is sweet, though."

Kona could put the puzzle pieces together well enough. It definitely wasn't the snow leopard's first time, and that would explain why he didn't try to mount her. Still, a bit odd, but she definitely had no room to talk now. "Yeah, he's very well behaved."

"Alright everyone, it's closing time." The human from behind the bar yelled out.

"By the way, my name is Kona. It was nice meeting you." Kona stood up, grabbed her ledger and extended a paw out to the norn. She glanced down at the chair and noticed a bit of fluid, but the barkeep would just write it off as spilled mead.

The norn shook her paw. "Asta. My name is Asta. Nice meeting you as well." She looked down at the snow leopard. "Come on, Odin." The snow leopard obediently followed her.

Kona walked out of the bar and into the night. Her balance was a bit off, unsure if it was the alcohol affecting her or the afterglow of her orgasm. The city was so pretty at night, the lamps illuminating what the moon can't. There were so many stars tonight, which was a beautiful ending to a perfect night. She was still in heat, so she couldn't return to the Black Citadel yet. Luckily, she had a friend in Divinity's Reach whose house she stayed at during these desperate times. It wasn't the most elegant place, but it was free.

Outside of the bar, the female charr from earlier was waiting for her. Her fur was dark brown with red stripes, and her body was slightly on the chubby side. She wore a dark, sleeveless leather jacket and plain leather pants. Her eyes were fiery red, and the tuft of hair on her head was a lighter brown than her fur, but still dark. She was leaning against a lamp post, watching Kona. She approached the charr.

"I'm not gonna judge you, but I have a feeling we could make good friends." She said, extending one of her paws out. "The name's Lurralu."

Kona shook her paw, but was skeptical. She didn't have any charr friends, mainly because she didn't particularly enjoy being around other charr. "Kona. I'm guessing you saw everything?" She asked, almost nervously.

Lurralu beckoned for Kona to walk with her, and she did. "I could smell it and figure out what was going on easily enough. But like I said, no judging. We're basically animals anyways, right? And heat drives us to do crazy things." She was silent for a moment, watching her footsteps carefully. "I don't know why you don't have a mate to satisfy you, but considering I've seen you here before, frequently actually, I'm going to assume we could get along well."

Kona glanced sideways at Lurralu, trying to find some ulterior motive, but despite her people skills, which were very good, she couldn't find anything. "I won't disagree with you. But hey, it's really late and I need to get some rest..."

"No problem. Listen, I don't want to seem desperate, but let's talk sometime. It's pretty lonely in this city, you know? Not many other charr." Lurralu paused. "I live in the western commons. It's the only house with any sort of decoration. The people here are so boring. If you get some time, come over. If not, it's fine. I won't bother you."

"Is tomorrow night good?" Kona asked. She felt bad for the charr, and in a way wouldn't mind trying out a companionship. The only other charr she really talked to was her roommate in the Black Citadel, and after the whole sex thing, it's been an awkward relationship.

Lurralu smiled, almost giddy with her reply. "Sure. I'll see you then. Goodnight." She took a step toward Kona, almost to embrace her, but decided against it.

Something inside of Kona made her smile. It wasn't the heat, so it had to be the alcohol. She placed a paw on Lurralu's shoulder. "Goodnight." She made her way toward her friend's house in the Eastern Commons. Lurralu went the opposite way toward the Western Commons. And now Kona was left wondering, with such a long walk back, what exactly happened tonight? Two things happened that never even crossed her mind to do, and now she's about to make a charr friend? She started to consider taking alcohol home instead of going out to the bar. She hated change, especially when she wasn't the one to initiate the change.

Kona's thoughts fought each other in her mind all throughout her walk back home. She entered the house quietly, but her friend was still awake, reading a book. They briefly greeted each other, but Kona hit the brakes on any sort of conversations. She went straight to the spare bedroom to crash. Maybe her dreams would make more sense than reality.