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It was an easy life to be honest. No taxes, no credits. I woke up whenever I wanted to. I start my work whenever I feel like it. Usually, I'd opt for the time after dusk had set. Sometimes, if I was feeling a lucky, I'd begin to work during the day. "Clean" work! No patron to boss me around. No co-workers to compete against. Just me, myself, and I. However sometimes my job becomes a bit dangerous. But all is fair as when it gets messy, I'd usually just relocate to another city. All was simple and all was good for this young-adult otter. You keep your revenue you earned. Well, by "you earned" I mean someone else earned, and by "keep your revenue" I mean keep it safe so no one else steals it, again.

But one day, my career as a thief was coming to an end. I was held hostage by a gang of wolves. I played a spy in an Ursine Stronghold. I met a dear old friend and a sworn enemy. But this part is how my adventures all started; with a merry tune and a map.

I was running my rear off as guards were shouting and following me. The stone-paved street slowly faded into a dirt road as I got further and further away from the city. The crescent moon shone brightly, illuminating my path and sadly, also me. The dark blue linen shirt was starting to rub violently against my black leather chest/shoulder plates and my bracers. My light leg armour surrounding my cloth trousers muffled the noises as I ran with the stolen silver necklace in my gloved paw. Great gloves by the way. They were fingerless for more delicate pickpocketing or lock opening. I got it from an elderly fox. So there I was, hood over my head, my black cloak swaying in the wind, and starting to consider working out more as I panted heavily from the pursuit. My thick lutrine tail started to annoy me. Even though it was great for balance, it was a pain in the ass when running. You see, stealth was my friend and thus usually my job didn't require a lot of physical stress. The guards with their swords and torches followed suit, too close for comfort. I gave them a quick lance over my shoulder. Angry big cats (lions, tigers, leopards, etc.) were all well-armed. If it weren't for their steel armours, they would have easily caught up with me.

Thankfully, not long before I would have surrendered, my eyes, through my newly acquired glasses, noticed a heavily wooded area in the distance. Quickly I scurried the surrounding before noticing a small river which flowed from the forest. I grinned. I gave the most malicious grin in my entire career as a thief. I swiftly tucked the necklace into my chest armour pocket before thanking the Gods for this Fortune. After a quick pounce, I dived into the river and swam my way to freedom. Holding my breath for a while, I managed to hide underneath the ripples of the water as the guards clumsily made their way along the river bank. After the flickering warm light of the torches was slowly replaced by the smooth and cold glow of the moon, I poked my head out. Tall thick vines covered even taller and thicker tree trunks. I heard leaves falling in the depth of the forest. Branches cracking. Nocturnal birds hooting away.

Guess I would put "Felinshire of the Eastern Land" on my "Never to return" list... I thought before making my way out of the water. I quickly took off my entire leather armour and my hooded cloak, and hung them on a thick branch. A sudden surge of panic rushed across my body. I looked down at my belt. Seeing three large coin bags made any thief's heart blissful. Sighing and relieved, I sat on the river bank. The linen shirt and ragged trousers clung against my fur. My hind paws wriggled against the ground. My webbed toes scratched some dirt before tossing it into the river, fogging the surrounding water. I leaned back on my elbows. I placed my glasses down next to me before rubbing my eyes...

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Dawn. Birds chirping... I woke up with a sneeze as the rising sun shone through large tree trunks. Its orange/yellow hue made the green vegetation even more prominent. I swiftly hung my partially wet clothes on the same branch on which my "job uniform" had already dried off. Naked, I gave myself a good wash in the river. At one point, I saw a big fat fish swimming closer towards me. Slowly bending down and licking the side of my muzzle, I was about to catch me some nice breakfast. My tail swayed happily at the thought of grilled fish. My breakfast mindlessly swam closer, I nudged even closer. I could taste its juicy meat and scales.

"ATCHOOO!" the loud sneeze, not only scared my food away, but also made me fall, muzzle first, back into the water. My head fully submerged in the flowing river. My face crammed in the mud as my rear and tail poked from the water. Damn

With water dripping down my dark brown hair, I hap-hazardously started a small campfire. It was just warm enough to dry my fur. After some time had passed, the ember started to appear and I stood up. The sun had already heated the land so that occasional warm breezes tickled my whiskers. Happily, I put my clothes back on before strapping my leather armour around my legs, chest, shoulders, and wrists. I tugged my gloves into my pocket and put on my boots before I transformed into a hooded figure which roamed through the forest. The jingling of gold coins comforted me as I snaked my way to the other side of the woods.

Small hills and bumps in a large grassy field met my gaze as I exited the deep vegetation. In the far some small villages dotted the horizon, puffing smoke from their chimneys. A dirt road leading to the West bore a merchant, a white horse. A large red cloth was wrapped around his waist. This hooves were heavy as they hit the ground. Muscular to say the least. His mud covered trousers made him seem more like a farmer than a merchant. I stood there by a large tree, observing his merry stride. The horse's mane was sweaty but still swayed occasionally with the wind. His chest, though covered with his short ivory fur, flexed with each heave and showed off his pecs. Pulling a wooden carriage containing all sorts of fabric with an array of colours he pilgrimmed alone.

I quickly hurried towards the merchant. His merry song became louder and louder. Following his tracks, I wondered if he was experienced enough to know where the nearest city was. I unhooded myself as his ears flickered and turned his head back to face me. His song ended and so did the carriage.

"Fair day, sire!" He greeted me as I made my way to his side. Sire... Maybe it was the sound of my coin bags that made him think I was of higher status. Maybe my hooded robe made me seem like a monk. Needless to say, I was hesitant to correct him. We continued walking as the handles were pressing heavily against his shoulders. His arms bend upwards, showing me his sweat stained pits. This horse is a beast best handled with caution. Thus hiding my identity as a thief would be advisable.

"Indeed!" I replied with a smile and in response he gave out a chuckle and a flicker of his large equine ears. His eyes were quite dark. "Where are you heading, merchant?"

"Oh no, sire! Ay ain't no merchant!" His deep voice were as heavy as his steps. "A mere transporter, sire! Bringing goods ta dem wealthy folks!" The white equine was sincere, even humble! Not a hint of resentment in his tone. Surprised at his attitude towards his labour, I gazed up at him. The sun sometimes poked out from behind his head, blinding me. "Barons and such, sire! Dem pay good! Two silver and two copper coins a carriage! 'eading back 'ome, sire! Windmare 'old." He chuckled and slightly adjusted the weight. The carriage even sounded heavy and loaded as some large fabric rubbed against each other. I looked back at the goods and saw carpets galore.

"Windmare Hold?" My ears rose and some uncontrollable subtle sways from my tail responded at his destination. Rumours have it the city occupies the richest of lands and mines. Gemstones and fine wine as far as your eyes can reach. Pity sudden fell upon my thieving heart. Four ousy coins are nothing compared to the wealth that city's patrons possess. "May I follow you?"

"Of course, sire! But da way be long and 'ard, if sire wants to 'op on back, I..."

"No, it will be fine." I cut him off and waved my paw, which were soft and delicate in comparison to his hard-working calloused hooves. "Thank you for your offer, kind transporter!"

"Johnathan." The white horse announced and flickered his equine tail. He huffed a bit as the wooden wheels hit a large pebble.

Indeed, he was right. The path we travelled on took us far from Felineshire. However, the day passed and our legs tired. The sun, like Johnathan, did its daily work. It made its bed behind the rocky mountains, discolouring the sky from blue to a crimson red and citrus orange. The familiar smell of dusk and the upcoming night made me chirp. A thief's best companion. The horse's ears turned to my direction and he chuckled as I lifted my head to take in the upcoming nightly breeze. We arrived at a small village, constituting of two large farms, several cottages, a church, and a local pub. The horse finally let the thick handles fall onto the ground after we cross the stone bridge. The carriage stopped and the squeaking of the wheel had finally ceased to offend my ears. I continued walking for a bit before noticing that the transporter had sat down next to his carriage. Panting and sweating heavily, he made himself comfortable as I turned around.

"An early sleep does best for dem 'ooves!" He snickered and leaned back. I cocked my head sideways and slowly walked up to the tired horse.

"The cold will bite." I said, giving the horse a worried look as I wrapped my arms around my robed torso. "The brewery surely has rooms and a safe stable to put your goods in!" I pointed to the large building at the far end of the lane. Music played, laughter can be heard, and the warm welcoming lights from the windows, all beckoned us to enter. A chill breeze whispered in our ears as early stars began to ooze into the sky. The windmill next to us spun and the crop hushed and muttered as colder winds flew past. Johnathan looked up and grinned before looking down at his coin bag, which I presume only contained a few coins. He sighed.

"If sire wants ta keep 'imself warm, I am sure dere be a velvet curtain back dere!" Giving a quick glance to his carriage, he smiled hopefully and patted the ground next to him. I gave a discreet frown and huff in disagreement. Being already affected by the previous night, I wasn't willing to let my body experience such freezing torture again. The night was steadily creeping across the land with its wintery cloth. I had not lost my mind, at least not enough to let myself experience another cold sleep.

I turned around without a second thought. A low sigh was muttered from the horse as I headed to the tavern, leaving him to sit by the carriage without uttering a word. The jingling of my stolen golden coins overpowered Johnathan's tired breathing. With each step, my heart longed even more for the comfort of the tavern. Music slowly replaced the night's cold silence. Clinking of tankards and the stomping of booted hindpaws started emerging from the bright windows. As I opened the door, the loud chattering and festive atmosphere streamed outwards like a soothing waterfall. I turned my head around one last time to inspect the horse. His arms were crossed and head hung low as Johnathan sat obediently by his wooden work partner. I was engulfed by warmth as I shut the door behind me. Rodents were the majority of the species in the building. I strode to the barkeep to enjoy the lute player.

Stars aligned on the dark dome above. The crescent moon shun dimly. I threw a thick woollen blanket at Johnathan, waking him up from his dreams. He suddenly jerked his head upwards, flickering his ears.

"If this won't keep you warm then this will!" Waving a bottle of beer in front of his equine muzzle, I held another one in my other paw. Confusion at first but then contempt showed on his face as he wrapped the cloth around him.

"Thank you, sire!" He said gratefully and quickly took the sweet mead.

"Opal." I replied and sat down next to the horse. "My name."

The horse and I drank contently. His pale fur reddened a bit as he blush from the alcohol. My dark fur hid the effects of the beer well. I learned that Johnathan wanted to build his own carrot farm. He once was a foal in a monastery where he probably had attained some form of education and discipline. For some reason, the church had thrown Johnathan out. That was when he had started his laborious business.

"After a century, dese will make ma dreams reality." He snickered, while shaking his small leather bag. His hint of irony took me by surprise. I took another sip and glance at his waist. His belt strapped tightly. "Lemme repay ya for ya kindness."

"No!" I retorted and reached out to grab his hoof which was about to hand me some lousy metal pieces. "These," I nudged the end of the bottle against the horse's blanketed chest. "These are all ...ehm secretly... borrowed..." I grinned.

He looked back at his carriage and huffed. I followed his gaze and glanced at the end of rolled up intricate tapestries, colourful carpets, and velvet curtains which all hung idly over the edge. Johnathan gave a low chuckle and went back to pouring the mead down his throat.

There was a moment of partial silence. The soft songs of the owls harmonised with a nightingale's melody. The grey linen of the sky darkened the silver sickle. The mill, as before, turned and spun, moaning melancholy. I shifted a bit as the horse sighed.

"Rumours have it dat Sir Hood is a fox!" He said.

We laughed at his comment. His arm suddenly wrapped around my shoulder. A whiff of his strong scent hit my nose. Hazing my mind, his smell was overwhelmingly hot and seductive. Shuddering, I blushed and tried to press my swelling sheath down with the bottom of the bottle. He strengthened his grip, pressing my head closer to his armpit. With my cheek, I could feel his still moist fur. I flickered my ears in response, waving more of his scent towards my direction. He turned his head to look down at this blushing otter. Grinning, he lifted his arm a bit more for me to enjoy. I turned towards the source of the smell and started to lap it clean. My tongue ran through his rough salty fur. My nose pressed against his musky pit. My muzzle was completely wet with my own drool and his sweat by the time I finished. His fingers started to massage my shoulder and arm. His strong ministrations made my knees weak and my sheath a bit firmer. I met his drunken gaze, my nose inches away from his. Warm huffs of breath blew across my face, fogging my glasses. I knew he could smell himself on me. He smirked and gave me a tender kiss on my nose. He nudged a bit closer to me before taking my glasses away. Gently tossing it to the ground, Johnathan leaned over. His hands placed next to my head while I lay there underneath the big equine. His large statue was finally noticed. Slowly and sensually, he grinded his growing crotch against mine. It was firm, hard, and I knew from his touch that it belonged to a diligent working horse. The tent showed hints of his flared cock. I actually drooled at his member as I gazed down. His long broad muzzle rubbed tenderly against my cheek. I chirped shyly and placed my soft webbed paws against his hard pecs. I felt him flexing while my fingers ran through his rough, sweat-stained fur.

"Lemme repay you... in kind!" He smirked before giving my small round ears a nibble.

His long hot tongue ran down my cheek, my neck. He sat up, moving my legs to his sides. My tail uncontrollably swayed and rubbed against his inner thighs. His calloused hands stripped me from my clothes, leaving me naked and bare before undressing himself. My cock was throbbing and oozing pre. He bent down and took my member into his thick muzzle. I could have cum at that moment. His long broad tongue felt amazing. Rough yet tender, he licked and rubbed against me. His lips pressed against my cock. Its suction firmer and stronger than anything I could have imagined. His massive thick tongue erotically and tediously bathed my cock in his drool. I felt his warm breath flow through my pubic fur. His hot lustful breath! I was taken away by him. He used my cock to milk me, to dominate me. Looking up with a sly grin, he ran his hands up my belly to me chest in order to tweak and play with my nipples. I was in heaven! His muzzle bobbed up and down, slowly yet forcefully. My cock was at his whim; my whole body was at his whim. Occasionally, I saw him slide my dick from his muzzle before lapping and teasingly lick my slit with his thick horse tongue. Occasionally, strings of drool and pre were the only connections between him and my member. I leaked like a waterfall at every touch, at every kiss he planted on my shaft and balls.

I couldn't help myself any longer. Eagerly, I kicked my boots from my musky hindpaws. Quickly, I brought them to his groin. I gasped at sheer astonishment as I felt his cock, throbbing with every heartbeat, with every lust filled thought. My nimble webbed feet started to massage and caress his member. My soft padded soles rubbing tenderly and with care along his veiny semi. Feeling up his heavy ball sack, his long shaft, his mouth-watering flared tip I rubbed my webbed toes against his manhood. He covered my otter digits with his scent and pre while I moved one hindpaw to caress and played with his large apple sized cum sack. I felt his heat, his lust radiating from his groin while the large equine kissed and lapped my own cock. Increasingly, his flow of pre started to wet the ground underneath him. My own tip was shooting a large amount of my own fluid into his muzzle. I could already smell his musk! It oozed like a pheromone filled fog from in between our bodies before being inhaled. His mouth water, sweaty scent of pure testosterone. I trembled heavily as my mind tried to wrap itself around his earthy smell. My now quivering hindpaws continued nonetheless to worship and to please his growing member. Sweat drops slowly dripped upon the ground and on my webbed toes. Teasingly, I wiggled my paw pads against the edge of this flared equine cock while occasionally rubbing a dulled claw over this piss slit.

Suddenly, he leaped upwards, bringing his broad muzzle close to mine. His breaths filled with my weak scent while his throbbing slab of meat rubbed eagerly against mine. His musk quickly filled our senses, making my nose flare. The scent grew even stronger, more potent. His ripe balls and equine cock emitted the well-aged sweaty smell I had come to lust for. With a sudden thrust, he manoeuvred his long cock in between be legs. His tip slowly, agonisingly slid against my taint, pushing my butt cheek apart to come closer to my quivering tail hole. Pulling my arms up by grabbing hold onto my wrists, he pressed our lips together. The broad velvet soft tongue entered my maw, exploring my muzzle while I shyly and gently rub mine against his. I wrapped my legs around his manly hip. With a sudden jerk, he humped his flared tip against my entrance, leaking and oozing his juices on me. I murred and huffed submissively into his maw, while he slowly lifted my body with only his groin. Teasingly, at first, he gently pushed his cock against my hole. I felt myself loosen up a bit with each buck from his hips. Breaking the kiss, the horse licked along my neck, running his tongue to my nipples before lapping and nibbling at them. I whimpered out loud, blushing deeply and panting, lost in lust.

With a quick rough thrust, he pushed me open and slid his bulbous cock head into me. The sheer pain mixed with paralysing pleasure. My hole throbbed along with his member as Johnathan impaled his mare for the night. I cried out. Quickly, the horse grabbed his underwear to jam it into my muzzle. Shivering and panting in a wild frenzy, I inhaled and took in the sweaty piece of cloth which had clung onto his majestic wet musky groin during a hard day's labour. Like a madman, he rammed and bred me. His drool splattered all over my muzzle, his breath engulfed my senses. I wrapped my legs tightly around his blurred hips. His sweaty large balls, filled with his semen, drove him deeper into a lust filled craze. They slapped and hit against my rear cheeks with each of his powerful humps. The moon shine glowed behind his masculine bulky sweat covered form. Grunting and groaning deeply, his body entwined with mine. The erotic frenzy overwhelmed his throbbing manhood. It slid with an uncontrollable passion in and out of my love chute. It was more than I could handle. The musk and scent from his underwear had mesmerised me into a hypnotic state. It made me whimper and moan every time the horse sheathed his large equine cock inside of quivering begging hole. Soon, the wild yet rhythmic humping became erratic and uneven. He grunted. I whined. He huffed. I sighed. My own member was constantly grazing and rubbing against his hard, rough pubic fur and abs. I felt the cooling patch of wet fur that had accumulated during the horse's breeding.

With a sudden loud neigh, Johnathan gave my sore blushing rear one final heavy onslaught from his mighty hip. A pool of hot warm liquid filled me. I gasped, feeling as if his load might reach my stomach. With his cock buried deep inside of me, I could feel how it slightly bulged as his potent equine seed travelled through his shaft. Spurts after spurts of his thick slimy warm semen entered me, stuffing my hole. Occasional drips of cum leaked out, drooling over the base of my swaying tail as I finally came and shot my seed onto our chests. Incredibly, the horse continued to buck with the remaining energy left in him in order to secure his seed to be properly sown inside of me.

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The sky has yet again changed form. As if undressing herself, leaving her black nightgown, the sky only briefly presented her glowing orange body before clothing herself in her usual baby blue dress. I awoke not due to the robins chirping, nor due to the soft trickling of a nearby river, but from a thump which nearly made me tumble from the carriage. With sleepy eyes, I looked around and found myself on top of Johnathan's carriage. The soft carpets and curtains padded my sore rear as I clumsily sat up. I looked behind me to gaze upon the back of him. The horse yet again sweaty and pulling the goods. His soft whistled melody seemed joyful and made his long ears flicker at the occasional tones.

"Gooooood mornin' Opal!" He grinned and flicked his tail. "Nice seein' ya up."

"Morning!" I smiled and quickly jumped off from the carriage which he has put down for a well-deserved pause.

"Ya know! Da way to Windmare 'Old have some real mean guards! Dey get ya real bad if dey see ya be a thief. Ay real don think ya should be putting yaself in dat situation..." He announced with a worried yet still cheerful look. Then he reached back to pull out a scroll which poked out from his belted trousers.

"Dis can 'elp ya find a betta way to get dere!" He presented it to me and flickered one of his large ears. "Ay sure do 'ope to meet ya dere soon." A hint of sadness crept from his long muzzle

"Oh thank you!" I swiftly took the scroll. Before making it disappear into my leather chest armour, I had a quick glance at the map. There were many alternative routes which could lead to more towns to raid before hitting the goldmine, Windmare. "And I'm sure we'll see each other soon!"

"Take care, Opal!" He shouted and waved as I was already making my way towards the nearby woodlands. At the edge of the small forest, called "Moon's Shadow" according to the map, I turned to look back at Johnathan who slowly continued his path. His head hung low that time, and the merry tune he used to whistle vanished with the whisper.

"Take care, Johnathan!"