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The Unlucky Rogue

DISCLAIMER: This story contains a femboy being humiliated and bullied by the women in his life. This story focuses more on sexual harassment and bullying than ballbusting. All characters are over 18. Reader’s discretion is advised.

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It was late afternoon. The setting orange sun shot out bright rays of light through dark stormy clouds as it slowly sank down over the town of Brey. The working hours were coming to an end and the nightlife was about to start.

South Quarter, the poorest and most crime filled part of the city. Mostly a shanty town where the houses were dilapidated and the roads were mostly dirt covered cobblestone. Most of the money here was given to the docks district as sea trade was the biggest income in Brey. While South Quarter was near the docks, it saw very little money, what money did go there was for the local town guard as ‘hazard pay’.

During this late afternoon as a strong sea breeze blew through the streets, a young man was walking on his way. With a black woolen cloak draped over his petite 5'4" figure. He was often mistaken for a woman from behind should he choose to forgo such obscuring garb, a fact that was not helped by his wide hips, thick thighs and plush rear end that jiggled with each step he took.

He had his hood on to keep his young, androgynous, pretty face concealed. He had messy black hair, sad looking dark eyes, a cute button nose and full, plump feminine lips.

His name was Alfred, a young man who recently turned to thievery to get by. He was a craftswoman’s apprentice, but one day her shop was burned down so she couldn’t afford to have him anymore. Then after that he turned to stealing food to survive, then to pickpocketing and now to a full time thief.

He avoided beggars as he walked at a brisk pace, stopping in front of a tavern called ‘Mona’s Taps’. The sign showed an anthro vixen holding up two tankards on each side of her massive cleavage.

The cloaked lad pulled out a scroll from his pocket and read it again to confirm the details.

‘Come to Mona’s Tap close to sundown, alone..

Don’t disappoint,

you know we know where you live.’

He let out a sigh. He found this note pinned with a dagger to the door of the room he rented out. He looked up at the sign of the tavern once more before heading inside.

While it was still a few hours from night the tavern was already quite full of people, the small boy pushed his way past a few already inebriated patrons and headed to an empty table at the back. He sat down, keeping his hood on as he scanned the place. No one was looking at him so either the person who stabbed the letter to his door was not here or they were blending in very well.

It wasn’t long till a barmaid came up to him, “Want anything, hun?”

“Just a milk, please.” he replied, his voice soft and timid sounding.

“Mhm, won’t be a minute.” the lady said, sauntering off to get his order.

He pulled out the note again, reading it over and over to pass the time as he waited. He took some sips of his fresh cow’s milk. After a few minutes he was approached by another lady. This one clearly wasn’t a worker.

She was a large woman, on the chubby side but her body was still curvy, with thick thighs, a round rear with wide hips and large breasts almost busting out of her tight blouse.

“My eyes are up here.” she said with a giggle as she sat her big butt down opposite of Alfred.

A blush spread across the boy’s face as he was caught staring. He looked up to her face, she was pretty. Tanned skin, blonde hair and light green eyes. The opposite of himself as he was quite pale and his hair was jet black.

He pulled his hood back, revealing his face to the human woman. This made her coo instantly as she saw how pretty and feminine he was, “Oh! Aren’t you quite the cutie! I’m sure all the ladies just eat you up!”

The woman rested her hands on her fingers as she leered at the cute boy. Alfred cleared his throat, he was nervous. She was wearing a tight blouse that really showed off her large cleavage, more so since her bust was resting on the table as she leaned on it. Trying his best to keep his cool as he slid the note across the table to the taller female as he tried not to look at her appealing cleavage.

“I assume you sent this letter?” he asked her as she looked over it, a smile then forming on her face as she handed it back to him.

“I did.” she replied, not further elaborating.

“Um, why?” Alfred asked her as she just stared at him, a smile on her face.

“Gosh. You are so pretty. Are you often mistaken for a girl?” she asked him, her coy smile getting bigger.

“Ahh, what?” Alfred didn’t know how to reply, his blush just deepened even more.

The tanned woman giggled again, her heavy chest bouncing slightly. “I’m very sorry, I shouldn’t tease you so much, but I didn’t expect you to be so damn cute. I could just lay your head in my lap and sing to you all night long.” she said, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

“But, we are here on business after all.” she said before snapping her fingers. “Bar maid, two beers.”

She returned her attention back to Alfred. “Names first, I already know yours. I’m Lena. I know you don’t know me, but you did make a bit of a ruckus in the sewers a few nights ago and that’s how I know of you Alfie.”

“Alfred.” he corrected her.

“Hmm, no. Alfie is much cuter and more fitting.” she giggled again.

She was interrupted by the barmaid dropping off two tankards or beer. Lena placed one in front of Alfred before taking a big gulp from her own. “Now. Rumors are spreading that a very feminine looking boy with dark eyes, dark hair and pale skin found his way into the hideout of a rather notorious all girl gang.”

As Lena explains this, Alfie is currently sipping his milk before dabbing his mouth with a napkin, “I’m sorry, but I’m not the one who found it.”

Lena’s eyes narrowed a bit, she could tell he was lying, even Alfie could tell she didn’t buy it. This made him more nervous. Lena took her stool and moved around the table, sitting right next to the smaller boy, her rack right at his eye level.

“Well that’s a bit of a shame, cause I had plans to make a very generous deal with the one who found it.” she said, lowering her voice a bit to be more seductive as she brushed her body and large chest against Alfie’s side.

Lena reached over, grabbing his tankard of beer that he hadn’t touched and moved it to his face, “You should have a drink, might help you relax a bit. You’re looking quite nervous.”

Alfie shook his head, “No, thank you. I don’t drink alcohol.”

A cruel smile spread across Lena’s tanned, pretty face. “Oh, I insist.” she said and moved her right arm around his body, pinching his nose shut and moving the tankard right to his lips. “Don’t make a scene.” she whispered down to him.

The smaller male tried to resist but the taller woman seemed to be much stronger than him, even with just one arm around him, holding his nose he couldn’t break out of her grip. He tried holding out as long as he could. Lena’s green eyes sparkled, watching him try to resist her. He tried his best to refrain from opening his mouth but the lack of oxygen made him cave in. He opened his mouth for air only to have cheap swill flood into his mouth instead.

Before he could cough, Lena held her hand over his mouth, preventing him from spitting it out, “Swallow.” she said, her voice still soft and whispered yet very stern.

Alfie’s eyes looked at her as he breathed through his nose, refusing to swallow. While her green eyes were gorgeous there was cruelty hidden in them. She opened her painted lips and spoke again, “Swallow.”

This time he did as she said, swallowing the low quality booze down into his stomach.

“Good boy.” the taller woman cooed out softly, moving her hand to his soft hair, stroking it.

The blush on his face deepened even more as she toyed with him. He coughed softly, the alcohol burning his throat a bit.

“Ms. Lena, if you-” Alfie started to say, only to be cut off by her.

“Now, we are going to enjoy some drinks and not tell lies. Understood?” she said to him, reaching over to the mug he just drank from and taking a swig.

“Understood.” he said, slumping his shoulders.

“That’s the spirit. Two more beers, please!” she called out.

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After a few hours most of the table was covered in mugs, only two had been drunk by Alfred, the rest by Lena but she could hold her booze pretty well, she was only tipsy at this point. She was sitting tighter against Alfie, her shoulder and breasts squishing against the smaller male as she finished off another tankard.

The small rogue wasn’t holding up too well, he had only been drunk once before and it didn’t end well. His head was already light and he felt the room spinning a little. He had slowed down his already slow sipping.

“Let me help you with that.” Lena said, taking Alfred’s mug and taking a mouthful from it.

She placed the mug back on the table but kept the liquid in her mouth, she lifted up Alfie’s small chin to make him look up at her as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

Alfred almost fell out of his chair, his eyes open wide in surprise. This was the first kiss he had ever gotten from a woman and it was from a tipsy lady who wanted to get information out of him. But still, he couldn’t believe how soft her lips were. His heart thumped in his chest the longer her lips were pressed to his.

Lena let out a small moan and then squirted the beer out of her mouth into his, further blowing the poor boy’s mind. He could taste her saliva in with the cheap beer and without thinking he swallowed the mouthful.

Lena slowly pulled her face back, a big smile on it as she looked at Alfie. The stunned, expressionless look on his face.

“Was that your first kiss?” she asked him as she ran her thumb up his chin, getting a drop of beer that was running down it from his open mouth and licking it off her thumb.

Alfie couldn’t respond, his blush just deepened even more and he instantly averted his gaze from her’s, looking down.

“Mm, I’ll take that as a yes.” she said, wrapping her arm around him again, “You know you are very cute. I bet people think we are out on a date.” she said, quickly following it by a giggle.

Lena’s other hand slowly sneaked it’s way under Alfred’s cloak, resting on his large, plump thigh. She gently ran her hand up and down it making the boy shiver in embarrassment.

“Oh! You are so adorable!” she chimed.

She could feel he was wearing tight leggings under his cloak, she could feel the warmth of his thighs through them. She slowly moved her hand high up his thigh as she spoke.

“Well we’ve shared some drinks and gotten to know each other, but the night is getting late and I really need that information from you.” her hand made its way to the tight short shorts he was wearing over his leggings.

She licked her lips as she teased her finger along the leg hole, the shorts were so tight his thick thighs were bulging out of them. She could feel her own heartbeat increasing, a small blushing forming on her face as she was enjoying herself too much from this.

She slowly moved her hand to his crotch and wasn’t disappointed, she could feel the outline of his large erection straining against his tight clothes. She traced her fingertip over it, making Alfred shiver and squeak out.

She chuckled softly as she leaned in closer to him, “I’m surprised you wear such girly clothes when you have this big monster waiting to break out.” she whispered before nibbling on his earlobe, washing her hot breath over the side of his face as she was getting turned on.

“So, will you tell me since we shared a kiss?”

Alfred shook his head, too scared to look up at her.

“Mm, that’s a shame, but I have another way to convince you.” she said, her voice and mood not changing as her finger that was tracing around his erection outline made its way to his just as large boy pouch that stood out as much as his dick.

She closed her hand around his testicles through his tight mini shorts, this made Alfred jump more than before, but she kept a firm grip on him downstairs and up. Poor Alfred could feel her fingers closing tightly around his most sensitive area as her other hand clamped over his mouth again, muffling his weak groans of pain.

“It would be a real shame to have to ruin such a large pair.” Lena whispered into his ear as she leaned in closer. Alfred could see her nipples poking through her blouse.

She kept a tight hold on his big balls, making sure it hurt enough. She could feel his big rubbery orbs trying to get out of her grip, though thanks to his tight shorts, they had nowhere to escape from the woman’s crushing hold.

“Now. I said, we were going to be done with lying. So, I’ll ask you questions and you nod yes or no and if I think you’re lying…” she tightened her grip more for a second to get the point across, “I’ll make you even more girly. Understood?”

Alfred nodded his head intently.

“Good boy.” she cooed out again, her voice still sickly sweet as she kept a firm hold.

Alfred breathed heavily through his nose, testicle pain wasn’t a new thing to him, he had plenty of accidents before but he never had a woman crushing his rocks in such a tight grip. Small tears formed in his eyes as nutpain radiated from his crushed testicles up his body.

“Now, there is a lot of talk of a certain girly looking boy who found the hideout of The Pussycats gang in the sewers under Brey. Was it you?” she asks him, tightening her grip just a little more, making his testicles crunch softly and causing him to let out a small pathetic whine.

He nodded his head again. She could feel his bottom lip quivering from the pain.

“The group of cat girls who only target and rob men, usually breaking their balls after. That gang, right?”

“Yes!” Alfie squeaked out though her hand.

Lena loosened her grip a little, still squeezing the boy’s orbs but giving him some room to breathe. She looked at his cute face as it was scrunched up in pain, softening a bit as she loosened her grip, his cute nose and his bright red, blushing cheeks. His dark eyes opened a little, saw she was looking at him and instantly darted to look elsewhere.

She giggled, “Do you remember how to get there?”

He nodded his head again, bringing a hand up to wipe a tear from his eye as he sniffled.

“Draw me a map and bring it here tomorrow. This same time and don’t think about being a no show, cause I know where you live.” Lena said and released her grip on his boy bits and mouth.

Alfie hunched over the table, his hands diving for his crotch and gently holding his testicles. Every heartbeat sent a wave of pain washing over him.

“Yes, I’ll draw a map and bring it here tomorrow, I promise. Just please… Don’t do that again.”

A smirk spread across Lena’s face, she put her hand under his chin and forced him to look back up at her again, “Do what again?” she asked, her voice returning to sounding sickly sweet again as she toyed with him again.

Alfie could smell the booze of her breath as he tried to avoid eye contact, “The, um… The thing you just did to me.”

“Oh? What thing?’ Lena leaned her face in closer and slowly licked her lips, making Alfie squirm.

“The thing when you squeezed my… my…”

“Your balls?” she finished his sentence for him, “The thing where I crushed your balls in my hand?” she put as much emphasis on the word balls as she could to make him uncomfortable.

“Bring me the map and I won’t do that again, but try running from me and I’ll track you down and do much worse to your balls!”

“Understood, miss.” Alfie squeaked.

“Good.” Lena said as she leaned back, giving Alfie his personal space back for the first time since they met.

Alfie stood up, putting some two silver coins on the table, “I’ll be back tomorrow, with the map.”

“Mhm…” Lena said, leaning back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other. She watched the boy awkward try to move around her to leave. Lena leaned over and gave his juicy rear a hard smack, making him yelp softly. Some of the other bar patrons saw it and laughed as Alfie made a hasty exit.

Lena sighed as she sat there alone, she looked at the hand she used to squeeze his testicles. She looked around, no one was looking at her so she brought her hand to her face and licked it. Her cheeks reddened and her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to see boy again.

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The sun had set hours ago and the full moon was high in the sky, though it’s light was trapped behind the dark storm clouds that were still in the sky, only a few spots managed to break through. Most of the light on the street was from street lamps and braziers burning brightly. This was a small blessing as it meant there were plenty of shadows and dark places for a certain thicc thief boy to hide.

He was doing his best to avoid being seen, South Quarter wasn’t the place for anyone to be alone at night. The Pussycats had lowered the crime rate a bit by making most male thieves and muggers not want to come out for fear of their manhoods. But the guards were another problem; in South Quarter they were basically paid thugs. The Pussycats made it so male guards were not allowed at night since they were their biggest target, with only female guards out, a lot of them had joined in The Pussytcats’ payroll.

As per Alfie’s luck, a patrol was coming his way. Two female guards, both laughing and chatting with each other. One was carrying a torch that would reveal the small rogue in the shadows. Alfie quickly and quietly moved under a nearby wagon, shielding himself from the flickering light as the pair walked passed.

“Can you believe Melle just grabbed that merchant by the balls? Crushing them till he handed over his protection money?” one of the guards asked the other, followed by a laugh.

“I can! She has been doing it a lot lately. She’s really getting the hang of this. Soon she is going to be getting more protection money than both of us combined.”

“It’s that sweet face of her’s. It makes the men cave in easier.”

“That and her strong grip!”

Both women laughed as they turned the corner towards the tavern. Alfie moved out from under the wagon, glad he wasn’t spotted by those two. There is no telling what they would have done to him. He had heard stories and judging by their conversation, they were all true.

Letting out a breath he held in, Alfie made his way into a dark alley to avoid the rest of the patrols or other people who might be on the streets. It was hard to see, even with his eyes adjusting to the dark. He stood still, listening. He heard nothing moving in the alley so he moved in, walking at a brisk pace to quickly get home.

Thunder started to bellow, soon followed by flashes of lightning. A storm was on the way. The flashes of lightning revealed there was nothing in the alley, other than the usual loose debris and trash thrown off the main road. His boots kicked some small rocks and planks of wood out of the way as he hurried through, but soon he was attacked from behind, pushed hard against the wall of the alley face first. He grunted as his face met with the rough bricks of the building.

“Well, well, well. Have we a lost dove? Stray in the storm?” the feminine voice behind him said with a strange accent he hadn’t heard before.

Alfie could feel the hand on his back, keeping him pressed to the wall as the other hand was moving about his waist, padding down the pockets on his booty shorts.

“I know the rules say we shouldn’t rob another lady, but with those kittens making the menfolk too scared to come out… A woman has to eat, I’m sure you understand.” the lady behind him said as her small hands moved to his back pockets, giving his plush rump a squeeze.

“Quite a bottom heavy dove I have here.” she chuckled before checking the other back pocket then spinning Alfie around to face her.

The woman was a good head smaller than himself. Her face was human and quite pretty. She had long, light brown hair that was well kept though a little messy, long pointed ears decorated with gold piercings and her skin was a light green. This was a goblin. Alfie hadn’t heard the accent before because goblins typically kept to living in their peaceful tribes, very few lived in cities.

Her large eyes had green sclera and the pupils were dark brown vertical slits. Her long dark lashes closed as she blinked while she looked over her victim. Her eyes looked at his chest and she grinned, a toothy grin showing her teeth were quite sharp.

“Not much on the chest there, is there, luv? You look like a boy.” she chuckled before moving her hand under Alfie's cloak, over his chest to his nipple, gently squeezing it through his shirt.

She laughed, “Don’t worry, dove. I’m not into women, I just love to play a bit before getting to business.” as she said that, she pulled a decorated steel dagger from her belt as slowly traced it around his flat chest.

“Now, dove. Please empty your pockets so I don’t need to stain your nice cloak with your blood.”

Alfie was scared, she was smaller than him, sure. But goblins were well known for being very brutal when they got violent. Underground goblin catfights were big business in some places.

The scared boy moved his hands to his tight pockets, pulling out a few silver coins and handing them over to the goblin girl's open, waiting hand. She stashed them away before holding her hand back out again, “Surely you got more than that, dove?” she asked, pressing the point of the knife into his chest.

“I don’t, I’m sorry. That is all I have.” Alfie replied and as soon as he did, the goblin girl narrowed her eyes from the sound of his voice.

“Take your hood off. Now!” she barked, her mood changing to annoyed.

Alfie did as she said, revealing his cute, feminine face to her. His sad, dark eyes avoided making eye contact with her.

“You’re not a woman at all!” she said, pressing the dagger harder to him.

With her free hand she opened up his cloak, seeing his body as another rumble of thunder came then a flash of lightning, lighting up the alley briefly. In the flash she saw the front of him, namely, his large bulge right in the front of his tiny shorts.

“You dress as a woman to sneak by at night?” she asked him, her grin returning to her face as she looked over him, namely staring at his crotch.

Alfred shifted a bit, feeling uneasy under her mischievous gaze.

“Clever. You got the hips for it, dove.” she laughed, smacking the side of his plush rear.

She stepped up to him, moving the dagger to his throat and holding it there as her other hand gently cupped his bulge, rubbing it. She could feel it twitch in response.

“Ooh! Like that do you? Rather devious for you to get a stiffy like that as me stabber is to your neck. Are you one of those sexual perverts?” she asked, a massive grin of her face as she played with him, giving his cock head a squeeze through his shorts.

Alfie groaned, cursing his manhood for being so active. He shook his head, “No, ma’am. I’m not.”

“Ma’am? Hahaha! I’m not noble, dove. As I said, just a lady trying to get by.” she grinned, standing on her tippy toes so she could lean in closer to his face.

“Now, do you got more coins on you, or…” she moved the dagger down his body to his crotch.

“I give you the choice of sliced or skewered.” she cackled.

“I really don’t have anything else on me.” Alfie said as he slapped his pocket, fishing his hands into them and pulling out nothing.

“You’ve got something.” the goblin girl said, her eyes half lidded as she traced the dagger around his bulge, “Maybe I’ll let you pay another way? Wouldn’t be right to let this big one get away from me.”

With one hand, she started undoing the buttons on his shorts. Slowly, one by one.

“Please stop.”

“Shhh.” she shushed him, moving the dagger back up to his throat, pressing it in.

She was teasing herself as she slowly undid the rest of the buttons, making the front of the shorts open and the large panty bulge within was set free. Cute, pink girly panties with such a massive beast trapped behind them. Her mouth watered as it was semi erect, his member pressed against the thin fabric, outlining it perfectly.

“Don’t move.” she said, not looking at him as she couldn’t avert her eyes from his bulge.

She gently traced her small green fingers over it, teasing it further - trying to make it more erect and strain tighter against his panties.

“Get it hard.” she pushed the dagger against his throat.

“Please, just let me go.”

“Get it harder or I’ll cut it off!”

Alfie put his head against the wall, fighting back tears as he tried to make himself erect in this situation, it wasn’t easy but he managed to get his blood flowing. The goblin stared in awe as it grew even bigger, threatening to break out of the confines of the underwear.

“You're clearly a peacock, not a dove.” she grinned, licking her lips slowly as she slid her hand down the front of his shorts, cupping his large berries through his panties.

She gave them a soft squeeze, rolling them about with her fingers. Alfie’s balls were still sore from being squeezed before by the tall, tanned woman. He grunted, this made the goblin girl look up at him.

“They tender, darling? They feel a bit swollen. Didn’t get too handsy with one of the barmaids did you?” she asked before giving his large nuts a playful squeeze. This made Alfie wince and suck air in through his teeth.

The goblin girl of course giggled and said, “I can do a lot worse than that, but first….” she moves her hands to the hem of his panties, about to slowly pull them down and reveal that big throbbing monster to herself.

There was a deafening crash of thunder, enough to vibrate the very stone they stood on. And then a cry as a light came around the corner into the alley. Both the boy and the goblin were bathed in torch light as the two guard from before made their way back.

“What do we have here? Two love birds doing dubious acts in an alleyway?” the one holding the torch said.

“Well there is quite a fine for that. Especially for you boy, about to publicly expose your third leg like that.” the other added as she leaned on the wall of the alley, a large smile of her face.

“Mm, ten gold each, actually. Fifteen for the boy. Something that big shouldn’t be exposed. Us ladies might see it and that wouldn’t be decent.”

The two walked towards them, but the goblin girl, despite the very large size of her rear and thighs, took off like a scared cat. Expertly jumping through an open window and running through the abandoned house, her thumping footsteps getting fainter as she ran father and father away.

“Drat! She is gone. Get that fat dicked girly boy!” the one leaning on the wall said as she drew her sword, running towards Alfie.

The small boy did what he did best. Ran. And ran he did, he took off just like the goblin girl did, without a second thought he bolted down the alleyway and sharply turned at the end, the guard was falling behind him as she yelled but it did no good. To her, he was already meters ahead and getting away faster than she could keep up.

After a few more minutes of full sprint, Alfie fell against the wall, panting. He didn’t have time to limber his body up properly so his legs hurt and he had a stitch. He took his time to recover, since he knew the guard didn't bother chasing him, but he wanted to make sure to get plenty of distance to further discourage them. Finally catching his breath and doing his shorts back up, he pushed himself off the wall and on sore legs continued.

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He was in the clear and as he walked a bit more, he stepped out into the plaza. A plaza as far as South Quarter could manage, it was a cobblestone paved with a fountain in the middle where most people go water from, past that was the tall, many floored abode where Alfie lived. It was one of the first buildings in South Quarter along with the plaza. The building was in better upkeep than most of those around it but it did have one flaw, it was leaning, due to being built by accident on soft earth. While it was in no threat of falling over it did help to lower the rent price so that Alfie could afford to stay there most weeks.

The small thief swooped from shadow to shadow, crossing over the plaza. He came up to the porch of the building, but before he could reach for the handle to go inside, the door opened.

Standing in the doorway was his landlady. A mature beastfolk woman hailing from the sabretooth clan. Her long and proud sabre teeth were pearly white and well cared for, just like the rest of her body. She was a voluptuous lady, covered in tan short fur and adorned with gold jewelry. Her hands and feet were humanoid with her finger and toenails matching the same colour as her dress, velvet red. It hugged her form tightly, showing off her womanly curves and her very large cleavage.

Her amber coloured, animalistic eyes narrowed as she stared at the boy in front of her. She brushed a lock of her dark brown hair behind her shoulder before folding her arms under her massive breasts.

“Coming in late again, Alfred?” she asked him. Her voice was soothing and motherly.

Alfred bit his lip. His landlady was a very nice woman but only when you paid your rent on time. He looked at her face, she was pretty for her age, her face resembled that of a great cat. Mostly towards that of a cougar, but with saber teeth.

“Sorry, Ms. Issobella. I got a bit held up at my meeting in the tavern and then-”

“You are three days late on your rent, young man.” the furry woman cut him off, “I assume by you dragging in so late, you were hoping to sneak past me?” her voice and face gave off how annoyed she was.

She took a step closer to the young man, putting her cleavage right in his face as she looked down at him. “You stink of beer and you have lipstick on your mouth. You were at some cathouse. Giving your rent money away to ladies of the night?”

“No! No. It wasn’t that at all, Ms Issobella. I can explain, please.” Alfie said, backing up a bit as she bore down on him.

“Explain fast before I empty out your room and give it to someone who can pay rent on time.” she growled softly.

Alfie knew that was no empty threat with her. He sighed, collecting his thoughts. “I met with a woman at the tavern. She offered me work and I did have your rent, but on the way here, I uhh...” he said.

The anthro woman waited patiently for him to finish his excuse, tapping her finger on her elbow.

“I was mugged.” he finished, feeling embarrassed having to admit it out loud.

This made the anthro woman’s brow raise, “Mugged?” she repeated as she looked over his face. There were some light scratches from when he was pushed into the wall. “Are you alright, Alfred? Who was it? The Pussycats?”

“I’m fine.” he said, then shook his head to her other question, “No, not them. It was a goblin girl.”

This made Issobella’s face look more surprised “A goblin girl?”

Alfie nodded, “Yes, she came from behind and pulled a dagger on me. She took what silvers I had left.”

“A goblin girl? And you couldn’t overpower her at all? Alfred, forgive me. But that is hard to believe. Even with your build a goblin woman should be easy. Even for you.” she said, her eyes narrowing again.

That last bit stung. Alfred did his best to hold himself together, he didn’t want to show her weakness. “I know and I’m very sorry Ms. Issobella. But as I said, she came from behind, took me by surprise and already had a knife to me.”

Issobella sighed, “I’m sorry that happened to you, but what of the job the woman mentioned? You will be getting money to pay for rent soon?”

Alfie nodded his head to her. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a single, shiny gold coin. “She got my silver, but I managed to keep this.” he said and handed it to his landlady.

She happily took the coin and tucked it into her deep cleavage and then rummaged around between her massive, furry tits, pulling a handkerchief out. With her free hand, she gently took hold of Alfie’s chin, holding it in place as she looked him over.

She used her long pink tongue to wet the cloth before wiping around the rogue’s mouth, getting the bright pink lipstick off, “Look like the girl you kissed you packs her lipstick on thick.” she said, continuing to gently clean up the young man’s blushing face.

The cloth was warm from her body and smelt like her lovely perfume, cinnamon and apples.

“Tomorrow.” Alfie said as she continued.

“Tomorrow?” Issobella asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I should be paid tomorrow and I’ll give you your rent, with interest.”

She smiled, it was genuine. “You know what a woman likes to hear, sweetie.”

She tucked the cloth back into her cleavage and gave the boy a soft kiss on the cheek, making his blush deepen even more.

“Tomorrow or I’ll kick you out.” she said, her tone playfully as she let go of his chin and sashayed back into the building to her room.

Alfred watched her leave, sighing out as the blood was flowing where it shouldn’t be as he watched the fiery cougar’s hips sway, her tail lifted on purpose to show off her plump rear.

Alfred slowly made his way up the stairs, to the top floor where there was only one room. His. He unlocked the door and went inside, the fading embers in the fireplace provided enough light for him to see.

He moved over to the window, opening it up to get some fresh air into his room. The benefit to the top floor was the view over the city, that and quick access to the rooftops if he needed it. More thunder rumbled and another crash of lightning, then the downpour came. Heavy rainfall over the land and city. Alfie loved the sound of rain, so this would help him sleep easier.

After closing the window and adding another log to the fire for the night and stroking the embers a bit, he moved over to his bed, undressing down to just his panties. He was tired and sore from the day so he laid on his bed, listening to the rain before slowly drifting off to sleep.

The End.