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The freezing gale cut the hyena to the bone, but he didn't shiver. He had a job to do tonight, and neither man nor spirit would deter him from his duty.

Darbae had been working for three weeks now. For the first week, they showed him around town and told him the kinds of work they did. For the second week, they gave him on the job training and showed him their routes. For the third week, he was on his own.

He looked at the old building. Lenard called it an orphanage, a place where they kept the children whose parents died. It was a place that made his teeth grind. In his land, your extended family would take you in if your parents died too young. Was this country so cold that even people's hearts were frozen?

He focused on the task at hand. The orphanage owed the guild protection money, and it was protection money that was well earned. The guards didn't protect the people, only the peace and the crown's property. That meant they almost always took the most convenient route of pretending to never see the crimes, and therefore never cause a fight and a ruckus. The guild was not paid to protect the peace or the crown's property. Technically, they weren't paid to 'protect' at all, since that would imply constant patrols. They were paid to break people who didn't follow the guild's rules.

The rules were simple: If you were poor, stay out of the areas where houses had more than 2 stories. If you were a wanted criminal with a bounty on your head, pay the bounty to the guild and no guildmember would collect it. If you were homeless, stay away from the business district at night. And finally, if you lived in the parts of town with more than two stories, if you were a person with a bounty on your head, or if you had a business in the business district, always pay your money on time. The results were never pretty. Tonight, the results were Darbae.

He walked up to the orphanage door. Inside, he could hear laughter and the clinking of glasses, but no children.

"Strange," he thought to himself. "Who holds parties in an orphanage?"

He climbed up the iron railing on the side of the building, then swung to the side. A few seconds later, he was able to see into the high window.

Inside, sitting around a broad table stuffed to the brim with roast goose, fish, oysters, bread and wine were six people. He recognized the shrew woman from Lenard's description, but the five pig men sitting around the table were strangers to him. All six of them were dressed in fine clothes, and each of them were amazingly plump. He watched, enthralled by the spectacle of the eternally disappearing food. How much could they eat?

He hanged there on the railing, waiting for the answer to his question. The answer came half an hour later when the pig men and the shrew quit eating and began talking.

"Now, Elizabeth," the first pig man said, "How many more orphans can we expect next week?"

"Hm? Next week?" she asked, shoving another piece of bread into her maw.

"Yes. We're opening up the new mine, remember?" he said.

"Oh yes, that! I thought you were referring to something else," she said. "I can send you six or seven; you think that'll do?"

"I suppose so," the pig said, shrugging, "but I thought you had more than that?"

"I've still got about ten who don't have any injuries, but I need 3 to take care of the cripples until I can shove them off on someone," she said.

The pig nodded in understanding, then thought of something else.

"Yes- and what about that girl... what's her name... Delphie? Delpha?" he asked.

"Delfia?" the shrew asked. "What about her? She's a bit too tall to go down in the mines now, especially the height you keep 'em," she scoffed.

"That's my point. It won't be long before she's an adult, and then you'll have to pay her pension and expenses until she finds work," he said. "Wouldn't it be easier if you just adopted her off? There's plenty of men who would like such a lovely, ah, 'daughter.'"

"Hrm... I suppose it's something to think about, but she's too useful to me right now. She won't talk about what goes on here, which is something I can't guarantee about any hired help. Even if you paid me enough to buy a slave, I'd have to beat them and teach them what to talk about and what not to. You know these foreigners- they're so ignorant, they can't help but spill the beans. No way would I trust one around an inspector," she said.

"I have a slave who might do the job quite well!" the pig said. "He's cold, callous- just what you need in someone. Delfia cares too much about the cripples she lives with; too focused on finding them a good home instead of getting them out of the orphanage."

"That's a good point, but I'm drunk right now. Let me think it over in the morning. I'm guessing you want Delfia for a bit of bed fun?" she asked.

"Well, you know what they say. Best for nobility to spread their seed across many fields, lest one turn out bad fruit," he said, winking.

"Or no fruit at all, in your wife's case. Shame, really," she said.

"Oh, her," he said. "How I hate that woman. To be honest, I have no idea if she's barren or not. She's so repugnant, I pass out before I get drunk enough to breed her. But that's for another time. Are we agreed, then? Next sunday, seven workers?"

"Absolutely. I'll have the kids throw this mess out. Don't want them getting so fat they can't fit in the mineshaft, after all! You gentlemen have a good night," she said.

She showed the portly fellows to the door, then handed them their jackets and hats. When the last one turned the corner out of sight, she turned around.

"Delfia!" she shouted.

After the sound of someone falling out of bed and hitting the floor, Darbae heard a "Coming!"

He peeked around, still unseen from above the shrew. He couldn't see the girl, but she had a lovely voice. He winced when the shrew spoke again.

"Get the other children up and throw out that food! And don't let me hear any whining from them, or I'll beat them like I did Andrew!"

"Throw the food out? Shouldn't we save it? We're a little short on funds now, after all, and-"

The shrew slapped her across the face and knocked her to the floor. Darbae mulled her decision over. He agreed that people should listen to their superiors without fail, but something about this woman made him pause. She seemed unfit to lead.

"Get the food taken out. If anyone wakes me, there will be hell to pay," she said.

"I'll clean up the mess myself. I don't want the others to see the food," Delfia said, rubbing her face.

"I don't care how it gets cleaned up, just clean it up!"

"Yes ma'am," she said. She stood up and walked into the kitchen. Darbae looked into the window again, and liked what he saw.

She was a young fox, thin in the waist but with curves around her hips. She was a bit thin, but he figured that was because of the orphanage shrew. Her breasts were pert, and her nipples poked through her nightgown. The nightgown itself was too short- probably bought for her years ago, then never replaced. It barely reached down past her hips, and she kept that wonderfully fluffy tail down so it wouldn't raise it up.

She saw a piece of ham on the floor, splattered in gravy. She sighed, then bent over and picked it up.

Darbae's eyes went wide and his tongue hanged out. He started panting, covering the window in condensation. His pants were suddenly far too tight, and his grip on the railing weakened. If he were a wolf, he had no doubt he'd be howling at the full moon she was showing him.

He heard a click. He looked back to the door- the shrew woman was gone, and the door was shut. He had to find another way in, now.

He looked up, and could see a shadow passing by the windows on the story above him. With much effort, he tore his gaze away from Delfia and climbed up, using the black iron filigree to pull himself up. He looked into a window, and saw the shrew woman. She was undressing.

He watched, again entertained as the plump woman stripped naked. She didn't have the vibrancy of Delfia, but she was... juicy. He licked his lips as she relaxed into the tub, the hot water and bubbles covering all of her body except the top of her belly and her breasts. She sighed in contentment, unaware of the hyena watching her.

He looked down at the window latches. They weren't locked- she probably thought nobody would rob an orphanage. He didn't want her to hear the window open, so he swung over to the next window. Inside, a candle lit the room. He saw a wardrobe full of expensive clothes, a table with many kinds of makeup, and a master sized bed with plush pillows and soft comforters. He drooled, already anticipating the outcome of his 'negotiations.' He opened the window and climbed inside, then opened the door and made his way down the hall. He opened the door without knocking and shut it behind him.

"What did I tell you about knock-"

She stared at the large hyena man in her room, and then she blushed and covered her breasts with her hands.

"Oh my gods, please! Take whatever you want, but don't hurt me!" she said.

He pulled the chair over to the side of the tub and sat down next to her. He looked her body up and down, then rested his hand on her knee sticking out of the water.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked her.

She shook her head no.

"I am the guild's collection agency. Do you know why I'm here?"

"Yes- I didn't pay," she said. "I just need another week or so, and then I'll have the money, I promise. You can give me a week, can't you?" she asked. She trembled when she looked at the curved knife on his belt, praying he wouldn't use it on her.

"Hm... I can give you a week," he said. "But what will you give me in return?"

"I- I'll give you the money, in a week," she said, confused.

He shook his head and laughed, then moved his hand farther up her leg.

"The money is what you give us in return for protecting you. What will you give me for letting you pay us late?" he asked, rubbing her leg.

She blushed, realizing his intention. "I- oh, dear. I just- I don't know if I can-"

He put a finger on her lips, shushing her instantly.

"I am a nice man," he said. "I will let you choose. Do you want me to tell my leaders about the dinner party you had, and the food you threw away? Or do you want me to tell my leaders you've just been having a hard month?"

She gulped.

"You'll be doing that a lot tonight," he thought to himself.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt," she said, dragging her hands away from her nipples. "Is there anything I should do?"

"Yes," he said. "Quit talking."

He stood up and undressed. When his pants finally came off, his dick sprang up. Her eyes crossed as she stared at it, and her pussy clenched- she never had that many sexual partners, and the ones she had were fairly average. This dick was anything but.

Though he wanted to, he didn't shove it in anything yet. He reached down between her legs and rubbed her lips. He traced circles, sliding up and down her slit, never quite breaching it. When he heard her breathe faster, he swirled his finger around her clitoris. When her hands were grasping the sides of the tub, he stuck his finger in and curled it upwards. Her hips thrust forward, splashing water out of the tub as her toes curled.

"Please," she said, "stop torturing me."

"Saying to stop isn't good enough," he said, tickling her sensitive inner parts. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"You know what I want," she said, whining.

"Say it," he said, dick bobbing in her face. "Say it or I'll keep you on the edge all night."

"Fuck me!" she told him.

Without another word, he lifted her hips out of the water into the air and shoved her against the head of the tub. He spread her legs open so her feet hanged off the side of the tub, then set his dick on her slit.

"Say it again," he told her.

"Fuck me!" she said.

"Beg for it!" he said, grinding against her.

"Please, fuck me! I need it!" she said.

"I said beg! Beg like a whore!" he said, tweaking her clit with his fingers.

"Ah! Please, I need your cock! I'm going to die if you don't fuck me! Give it to me!"

He grinned, pulled back, and shoved it in. His dick shoved her walls farther apart than they ever had been, touching parts of her she never felt touched before. Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head, but no sound came out.

He was done playing. He pulled his dick out and shoved it straight back in, making her breasts bounce and jiggle with every impact. Her knuckles were clenched, her tail was writhing, and her hips humped back with every thrust. He settled down into a steady rhythm, enjoying the feel of her pussy around his dick. She was the first piece of action he had since getting to this land, and she felt just like the women back home.

He reached down between her legs with one of his hands and played with her clitoris again, making her twitch and spasm. She grabbed a breast, trying to keep herself stable with her left hand and play with herself with her right. Her legs flopped each time he slammed into her vagina, and the sound of his balls slapping her ass got louder with every thrust. The room was full of the sound of flesh squelching, slapping and splashing.

He sped up. She was near the edge, and he could feel it. Her pussy walls were quivering, the only thing she could say was a moan, and she was arching her back and curling her toes. Finally, with a lustful moan, her pussy walls clamped shut on him and started milking his dick. He slammed home two more times before the first surge hit. He leaned back and slammed in as hard as he could, soaking her tunnel with his seed. It sloshed into her, quickly filling up the little room left inside before flowing back out around his dick. Even as cum leaked out down his balls, they were still clenching, still shooting jets of cum into her. Finally, his balls tired and her pussy stuffed with cum, he breathed.

He looked down at her. She was nearly passed out, her head hanging over the edge of the bathtub and her legs lying motionless over the edge of the tub. He, however, was not done. He had plans for this slut, and it involved a little bit of education. He stood up, stepped over her legs, and put his cock in her face. He grabbed her by the jaw, pointed her mouth toward his bobbing cock, and rubbed her nose on his tip.

"Suck it," he said.

Without missing a beat, she opened her mouth and let his dick go in. He smiled when he felt the soft flesh suckling him, then shoved deeper. She almost gagged, but he didn't let her back out.

"Learn to take it like that," he said. "The faster, the better for you."

She looked up, somewhat afraid of the tone in his voice, but did as he said. Before long, she was able to suppress her gag reflex well enough that he could shove the whole thing down her muzzle without her trying to throw up. Once he was able to get his dick down there, he picked the pace back up. With one hand on each of her ears, he pulled her forward, forcing his dick down her throat. He loved how her muscles squeezed him, loved how her fleshy throat was perfect for sheathing his dick in. Her eyes rolled up as her brain lost oxygen, and he pulled out far enough for her to breathe through her nose. She inhaled deep, then not at all as he continued fucking her face. He stopped, leaving his dick embedded all the way down. She looked up, eyes panicking.

"You're going to swallow all of it," he said, looking down. "If you don't, you'll regret it."

Without waiting for her to agree, started shoving again, bumping her nose against his crotch with each thrust. Then he came.

He shoved forward, lodging his dick in her throat. Her throat muscles clenched, milking him for everything he had. Rope after rope shot down into her stomach. Each time, she could feel his balls clenching against her chin, his pelvis grinding against her face. It was the last thing she saw before she blacked out.

Throughout the night, she occasionally awoke to him fucking her before her next orgasm knocked her out again. She was on her bed- she guessed he moved her there, but she wasn't sure- and her pussy and stomach both felt far too full. Even her ass hurt and leaked semen, though she couldn't remember exactly when he fucked it. When morning finally came, she was too tired to move, unconscious and glued to her bed in a puddle of semen.

Darbae, however, was nowhere to be seen.