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A city on a coast, surrounded by shining sea water. The sun bouncing off the waves as they slap against the docks. A dinky old ship, dark brown and stained, sailing all night to make landfall by morning in order to get a head start on the market that opens up in the less seedy parts of the city. A young girl, barely seven years of age and a stow-away at that, not a typical part of their wares, had gone unnoticed upon the ship as it coasted into port.

The ship floats gracefully into port despite its rough appearance, being handled expertly by the plethora of sailors who run it. As it breezes into port, three burly furs leap from the railings and onto the dock, ropes trailing in hand. With quick, practiced movements, they moor the boat, ensuring it can't float away by mistake. "Hurry up, landlubbers! I want to get to market before the rush" bellows a husky otter still on deck, bare patches of giving him a rugged look with scar tissue marking each of the bare patches of fur.

"Whatever, Captain. Almost done" one of the three yells back, a Bengal tiger who has clearly spent just as much time, if not more than the otter, on the ship or one like it.

"You two, once we're tied up, start unloading the cargo. I want all of it off in one hour, or your pay is getting cut!" He starts bellowing orders to his crew, the gangplank lowering down and connecting with the dock as soon as it's close enough. Seconds later, half a dozen large furs, and one tall, lanky weasel start crossing, carrying boxes and barrels. Some strain with the weight of the freight, only having been on the ship for a few years. Others, having been on for more of their adult lives, had gained considerable muscle, each carrying one or two boxes under each arm.

A cart stands ready, quickly getting loaded up with all manner of stock. Another cart rolls up, being pulled by a dock worker to replace the full one. One of the sailors grabs the loaded cart, letting out a huff and a grunt and pulling it towards the direction of the center of the town.

Unseen on the ship, hiding among the cargo, is the seven-year-old. Her head pops up, swiveling around like a periscope to seek out any sailors coming back for another load of cargo. Not spotting any, she slinks out. Making sure to remain unseen, she sticks to the shadows, her red fur making it hard, but she has clearly had practice. The eyes she gets from being part cat allow her see perfectly in the gloom of the ship's underbelly. She manages to make it up the less used back stairwell, finding her way to the railing. With a quick vault, she's over the railing, landing lightly with a dull thud. She starts running as soon as she has solid footing again, trying to get as far from the ship as she can.

She stays close to the waterline, running adjacent to the direction most of the sailors went. Since she hears no shouts of protest as she bolts, she assumes no one saw her. Slowing down, she pads along, her bare feet barely making any sound on the cobblestones.

She smiles widely, her sharp teeth, fangs really, glinting when she inhales deeply the scent of the ocean. She continues to walk further into the city, subconsciously heading for the city market. Her stomach makes protesting gurgles, declaring her hunger to anyone nearby. One paw raises to her midsection in a vain attempt to quiet it, the cabbit "hush"ing it softly.

"I can't feed you, belly. I have no money!" She laughs softly to herself, unsure of just what exactly is funny, but she laughs anyways. Eventually, she does find her way to the market, the hustle and bustle of the early-risers setting up shop for the day. Mostly locals with home-grown food, spotted with a few temporary stalls set up to peddle the goods brought in from overseas. Trinkets and things, doo-dads and bobbles, all of them shining and sparkling in the rising sun, drawing the eye of the small pink-furred cabbit as she strolls through the opening stalls.

"Oooh!" Stopping to admire a stand with blades galore decorating it, she earns a glare from the shopkeeper. He doesn't let up, obviously not wanting a little girl around his stand to dissuade business. The girl smiles up at him sheepishly, turning on her heel and marching away. She pats her dagger almost reassuringly, like comforting an old friend. A dirty look over her shoulder as she walks away is the only rebuttal she gives the shop owner, knowing that her disgruntled look is less than pleasing to those used to a semblance of order.

Another loud gurgle from her midsection yanks the small cabbit's attention back inwards, forcing her to rethink putting off getting any grub. Wandering around aimlessly, she searches for something hot and fresh. As she nears the end of the market, her nose twitches, getting flooded with the scent of fresh baked bread and warm yeast.

Following that tantalizing smell, she's drawn to a stall near the edge. Surrounded by people looking for the source of the smell, she creeps around the side, drawing the attention of the large, round wolf manning the stall. Giving her best attempt at a disarming, innocent smile, she asks the attendant how much, getting a growled answer in response.

"Fourteen bits. No haggling."

"Fourteen?! That's outrageous! A loaf of bread isn't worth more than nine or ten bits, at the most!"

"Yeah?" He picks up one of the loaves of bread, ripping it in half with a satisfying crunch, steam rising from the tender insides as he wafts it under the obviously hungry cabbit's nose. "But where you gonna find another one of these around here, huh sweetheart? Now get out of here. You don't have any money, do you?" Not waiting for an answer, he turns away from her, dealing with the next customer in line and giving the pink-furred girl a dismissive wave of his paw.

A scowl on her face at being brushed off once more, she slinks away in search of a target. In a slum like this, she doesn't have to look very long, or very far, finding a potential one with ease. She spots the stallion strolling by, apparently in no rush. Tall, sleek black fur that says he's proud of his heritage. A long, muscular muzzle that yells even prouder parents. A lot of muscle, packed onto a large frame, barely restrained by the outfit marking him as a dockhand, probably just getting off his shift and heading home for some rest.

"Hiya mister!" The cabbit-girl matches pace, taking long, loping strides to keep up with the much larger equine. He glances down at her, sniffing once and looking back up, ignoring her presence. Not to be put off, she throws a preposition at him, something she hopes he can't resist. "Want a blowbjob?" The stallion stumbles, barely managing to catch himself as he finds his gaze drawn to the small girl offering him such a large gift. "Only fifty bits!" So not a gift after all.

"Buzz of, girl, before I get angry." He scowls down at her, picking up the pace once more and continuing on his way. It is not her first time though, and she knows how to haggle.

"Fine. Thirty bits; and I'll swallow." That gets his attention, faltering on his next step as he attempts to keep walking. He shakes his head, waving his mane around. On one hoof, he hasn't been touched in months, possibly even in years, and his large equine shaft throbs in his trousers at the prospect. "Thirty bits, you say?" His eyes roam over everything around him, but no one is even looking their way, let alone at him.

You can see the internal debate raging inside his head. Leave her be and go home, or finally get some action with something other than his hand? He lets out a snarl more befitting a cougar, grabbing hold of her neck with one of his large paws, almost large enough to completely enclose it with just the one hand. She doesn't fight it, because she knows she has him snared. Using the grip around her neck, he steers her into a dark alley, just a gap between two buildings bathed in shadow.

"You do this often, little girl?" He can't help but wonder how such a small girl could be so forward when it comes to something so dirty. After finding a nice spot, hidden from view by anyone that hasn't taken at least three steps down the alley, he settles down, leaning against a wall.

"Oh, I do it all the time! I may not look it, but I am an adventurer! I have sailed the seas, battled pirates, discovered treasure, uncovered lost relics, and defeated many monsters!" Just talking about her exploits riles her up, her voice rising on every syllable until she is almost screaming by the end, causing the large equine to start laughing.

"Ha! Monsters huh? Face a lot of monsters, have you? What kind of monsters?" He doesn't believe her, but he also doesn't know her. She reaches down to her waist, one of her small paws grabbing at the hilt of her dagger and yanking it out, the shlick of metal on leather as it is released from its confinement. The blade whistles loudly as it streaks through the air in slashes and arcs, parrying invisible foes and slaying pretend monsters. The forms she moves through show that has a lot of experience in handling the blade, drawing a nervous chuckle from the horse. He starts to realize she was either telling the truth, or truly believed she was.

Once done with her forms, she swings it down, slamming it home back in the leather sheath on her belt. Planting her feet in the dirt, she strikes a pose, her fists planted on her hips in a dramatic fashion. The air inside the alley reverberates with the victory laugh bubbling from her throat, causing the equine to seriously rethink his actions that led him into the alley.

"Alright, Mister. Pay up and I'll get started. Thirty bits." She holds her paw out, wriggling her fingers demandingly. Letting out a huff, he goes rooting around inside his pocket, drawing out a few smudged coins. They tumble through the air, landing in her outstretched paw and she closes her fingers over them. Just to be safe, she makes sure to count them. Two ten bit coins, and two five bit coins. A fraction of a second after being sure he wasn't trying to hold out on her, they vanish inside the pouch around her neck with practiced precision. "Thank you."

Tapping into her feline side, the cabbit stalks towards the much large equine with predatory grace, hunting what he has inside him. His back against the wall, he doesn't have anywhere to go, so he resigns himself to his fate. After all, he's already paid.

Wanting to get it over with quickly, her protesting belly egging her on, she reaches him and immediately gets started. As much as the horse has been protesting, which isn't much anyways, he's already starting to harden inside his trousers. Looking down at the stroking hand, he winces as he notices the barely restrained claws leaving shadow marks on the fabric. "Watch those claws, sweetheart. I'd rather like to keep my cock for the day."

"Hey, shut it, big guy. I'm not gonna do anything to it but suck it." Feeling how big it was getting makes her want to tease him though, grabbing at it through his pants. "So, is all this for me? Getting pretty excited here, aren't you, pony?" Refusing to wait any longer, she rips the belt off him, the only thing keeping his pants up.

Once the belt is removed, it's an easy thing to pull the pants down, freeing the massive beast hidden inside.

Spotting that massive erection, she coos softly. It only gets bigger, the longer she stares at it. Her tongue flicks out to strike the growing shaft of meat, her rough tongue scraping against the flesh on the underside. For better guidance, she wraps a paw around the large hunk of meat, using it to draw it towards her mouth.

Wrapping her lips around that meaty shaft, she starts sucking on the equines meat, barely able to get more than a few inches inside. As much practice as the cabbit has had, she knows to avoid letting her sharp teeth graze anything, instead using suction and her tongue. Letting out sounds that can only be described as grunting, the horse entangles his large hands in her short, blood-red hair. Using it as leverage, he pulls her head down, trying to force another inch or three down her throat. Growing to full hardness, the equines flare starts growing, flaring out at the end of his cock and almost forcing her jaw apart.

Being so small, she stands up straight and is a few inches taller than his waist, able to hold the shaft angled slightly upwards and have a perfect angle to attack it. She does so, sucking on it with gusto. The hard piece of meat throbs in her gullet. Not wanting to take too long, she tries to get him to finish quickly, knowing this is one of, if not the largest cocks she has ever blown.

He's not exactly violent with her, but he certainly is not all that careful and clearly wants to get his money's worth out of her mouth. Still using her hair as leverage, he pulls out to admire her face. Her eyes are wet from the tears she hadn't known she was crying from gagging on the large intrusion. Her mouth starts dribbling with her mouth hanging open, full of the saliva that had gathered there to try and digest the intruder.

"God, you look so hot like that," the well-hung equine tells her, a shot of pre ejecting from the flared head and splattering against her face to mix with the saliva. She mumbles something up to him, and he has to lean down to hear her clearly. "What was that, little one?"

She says it a little louder so he can hear her, still barely more than a mumble. "Keep going..." He doesn't need further encouragement, grabbing hold of her hair in tight grip once more. Lining up with her gaping mouth, he pushes back in, diving flare first into her warm maw. Having her jaw spread open once more, the flare barely passes her lips, actually scraping along her teeth. Leaving tiny little scrapes, her teeth draw out a hissing breath from the horse, and he freezes. "Open wider please, I'd rather not have my dick bleed."

She tries her hardest to comply, attempting to unhinge her jar in that creepy way cats almost do when they yawn. She opens just enough for him to slip in, and he does so gratefully. Once her hot, wet mouth is finally back around his erection where it belongs, he starts thrusting back and forth. Picking up quickly where he left off, he slams inside her maw over and over rapidly enough to drag spittle out.

She doesn't even bother to put in effort of her own any longer, simply letting the large horse use her to his content. That is what he paid for, after all. Fighting it off this long to avoid making noise, the large man can't hold it in any longer, letting out a loud, braying moan. The sound bounces off the close walls of the alley, reverberating and echoing until it is louder than when he let it out, dying at the entrance. Hearing the loud echo, he decides to put in more effort at holding back the moans without keeping them bottled up so they don't explode out of him like before.

Picking up the pace even more, he starts positively slamming inside her maw, her chin dripping with the combination of pre and saliva steadily leaking out. Somehow, through all that, the young cabbit-girl manages to find it within herself to reach up and grasp as much of the portion of his erection not in her mouth as she can, stroking it.

Letting out a lust filled snort, the random stranger shakes his mane, one of his hooved feet scraping the ground. Wrapping both hands around that meat, the little redhead strokes up and down the dry portion of the horse shaft, feeling it throb and tremble in her small paws. His large, swinging testicles a testament to just how fast he's thrusting. Feeling them start to boil and bubble, he sucks air in through his teeth, grinding them together in pleasure. With one final slam, he pushes in as far as he can go, still only able to get a few inches in and bumps the back of her throat.

The cum flooding her gullet, coupled with the large intrusion in the back of her throat causes her to gag violently, spitting up just as much as she swallows, spraying out around the intruding erection and onto the ground. It doesn't take him long to finish his climax, his whole body shuddering as he unloads those large, swinging orbs. When he's done, he pulls out, a final spurt landing on her already messy face.

Coughing and hacking, she spits up a glob of semen, hacking it onto the ground. She falls onto her rear, tired, wiped out, and panting, her eyes still watering and blurring everything around her.

The horse himself lists to the side, stumbling slightly as he braces himself on the wall again, knees wobbling in fatigue. "Damn, girl. You do that often?" He looks down at her questioningly, only now noticing her covered face and the fact that she's practically sprawled out on the ground. "You all right kid?"

She nods an affirmative at him, taking a couple minutes for each of them to recuperate. Finally, when she feels up to speaking, she decides to give him an answer. "My mother was descended from the European Burmese rabbit breed. I guess I got my promiscuity from her. Exploring doesn't provide food all the time, and until I can find more ruins to get some artifacts, I have no money. Between explorations, I have to find some way to make money. I just didn't expect you to be that... big."

He lets out a snort, body shaking with restrained laughter. "Promiscuity? That's what you call it? Alright, I mean sure. So now what?" He pushes off the wall, able to withstand his own weight at last. Reaching down, he picks up his pants, stuffing his shrinking erection inside as he ties his pants back up.

"Now? I go get food. I haven't eaten more than crumbs in a few days, and I am absolutely starving. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to go buy a loaf of bread after I clean up, because I have no towel."

"Oh, damn. I'm sorry about that. Here. Use this" he tells her when he starts taking his shirt off, passing it over to her. Taking it gratefully, she uses the red and black plaid shirt to wipe away the muck clinging to her face. It only takes a few seconds to clean it up, clearing the muck and grime from her fur to reveal her pretty face again, beaming up at the horse and handing the shirt back.

"Uh, thanks." Now that it's dirty, he doesn't bother to put it back on, simply holding it by his side.

The little cabbit's eyes grow wide, staring at the abs now revealed to her without the dirt obscuring her eyes. She takes a few steps closer to him, running a claw down his chest. "Wow, you have some serious abs" she says with a chuckle, tracing his pecs. Letting out a nervous chuckle, he steps away, turning and walking away with a quick farewell.

"Now for food!" Now that she has her money, she can get one of those scrumptious loaves of bread. Going to stand in line, she waits patiently for her turn. It takes longer than she would like, which is immediately, but is still only a couple minutes with how slow it got once the scent was no longer drawing people in. She reaches the front.

"Can I get one and a half? I don't need two, but I'm really hungry." Realizing it's the same little girl that he was poking fun at earlier, he sneers down at her from over his booth, willing her to go away. Returning the glare with a sly smile of her own, she slips twenty-one bits out of her pouch and slaps them down on the table in front of him. A knife flashes out from under the stall, nicking one of the larger domination coins to verify it. Once he's sure they're all real, he counts them out, vanishing the coins into a lockbox with all the others. He rips a different loaf of bread in half, probably having sold the last one already, and hands over the bread she was asking for.

"Thank you." She takes the break from him, ripping off a large hunk with her teeth and scarfing it down as soon as she can. Now that she has her bread, she makes another stop off at another stall, using another four bits to buy a wedge of cheese to go with it.

Eating and walking, she makes her way towards the end of town. To make it last longer, she takes small bites of both, barely nibbling on the cheese and bread. The cobblestone streets weave around, in and out of buildings. Most are unused and unkempt, trash strewn across the ground and actually obscuring the cobblestones in parts. She walks past all of the garbage, wading through it in places.

"Don't let it get away! Throw the net on it!"

"Hmm?" Her foot freezes, just about to step past the corner of the next alley. Pulling it back, she places one hand on the wall for leverage, leaning over and peering around to see what's hiding around the corner. Leaning out so that barely a single eye and one fluffy pink ear sticks out from behind the brick, she notices the furs surrounding a ball of purple fluff. Unsure of what it is, she tries to focus her eyes, peering more closely until it moves, drawing an involuntary gasp from the young cabbit girl.

Seeing these giant brutes surrounding the small creature, one thought, and one thought only fills the tiny cabbit's mind. She doesn't know what the creature is, or why they want it, but she is not letting them have it.

Scouting out the area in front of her, she takes stock of her enemies. Five enemies. A weasel, a fox, two wolves, and a massive black bear. Noticing a window ledge beside her, she places what is left of her cheese and the last half of the loaf of bread upon it. Stepping out from behind the wall, she steps into view of one of them, the fox nudging one of the wolves, a large, grey one with a scar across his muzzle. Eventually they all notice the cabbit girl, turning towards her.

"Fear me, villains! My name is Kilia Cavendish. Learn it, love it, fear it!" Planting her hands on her hips, she yells over to the brutes to draw their attention even more, doing nothing more than drawing a barking laugh from several of the men.

"You alright, little lass? I think you might be half-asleep or something. Get lost before you get hurt."

"Me? Hurt? Never!" She lets out a maniacal laugh, taking a few steps closer to them. A few dirty looks are passed between them, nasty thoughts dancing through each of their heads. One of them even goes so far as to rub his crotch through his pants. Locking his face in mind, Kilia decides he'll be the first to go. The weasel pulls out a long, wickedly gleaming kris from his boot, licking it with an evil look in his eye. The bear flexes a hulking paw, claws flexing and just as sharp as the weasel's blade.

The smaller black wolf, the one that had grabbed his crotch, steps towards her and in front of all the others. "You're making this too easy for me, Butch."

"Butch? Ha!" The wolf leans back, laughing derisively at the girl mere feet from him, less than half his size. "Where did you get that from?"

"Cause you look too manly to be a bitch" she throws at him, the wolf's eyes squinting dangerously as a snarl rips from his throat.

"That's it. I was gonna have fun with ya, but now you done pissed me off girlie. Now you have to get hurt, real bad like." A paw reaches up behind him, grabbing a saber from his back. Unwrapping the cloth from around it, he tosses it to the side to let it flutter to ground, obviously never having had a sheath for it. Without even a sound of warning, he rushes towards her, bringing the blade down in a clumsy arc over his head towards her.

Seeing it come from a mile away, she dances to the side, evading it easily as her own trusty dagger whips out of her sheath, barely a flash as it sings towards the wolf's arm. Blood sprays out in a thick mist, the whistling blade cutting through an artery on its path.

His own blade drops as he claps a hand to his forearm in a vain attempt to staunch the bleeding. It doesn't help. Even with his hand clutching at the bleeding cut, the blood oozes between his fingers, the cut down to the muscle.

"Damn. Not deep enough. Sorry. I didn't use as much force as I wanted."

"You, bitch! I'll kill you for that!" He lunges for the knife where it fell on the ground, but she's faster. If there was one rule her family drilled into her head, it was never leave a wounded opponent still alive or conscious. Beating him to the dropped blade, she spins, pirouetting on foot and bringing her dagger up through the air and through the wolf's neck. More of the viscous red liquid gushes to the ground, even through the hands clutching his neck to try and close his now open esophagus.

She doesn't stop there, stepping over his twitching, dying body. It's not the first fur Kilia has seen bleeding to death, not even the first she caused. She was raised by bandits when they adopted her, barely more than a babe. They taught her everything she knew. How to survive. How to fight. How to kill if needed. She is putting that training to the test right now, showing the random brutes what she can do.

"Get the brat! I want her dead!" The weasel yells out to the others and they jump to obey, apparently the leader. He stays behind while the remaining three surge towards the girl standing her ground. When they get within a couple feet of her, she steps forwards to meet them. The larger of the remaining wolves actually falls to all fours to run towards her, getting there first. Like the bear, he doesn't need a weapon, preferring to use his naturally-born claws instead.

Rearing back up on two legs again, the wolf slashes down at her, doing his best to disembowel the cabbit-girl. Used to practicing with much larger, and much faster furs, she knows exactly where to place her dagger for the claws to skid off it, sparks flying from the impact. His balance screwed up, he lists to the side to unintentionally follow his claws. Seizing the opportunity, Kilia darts inside, swinging her knife to slash it across the wolf's hamstring as she swoops down. Cutting through the tender muscle, she spins around, flicking her dagger to hold it backwards, she slams it into the downed wolf's skull and yanks it out a second later. He's dead before he hits the ground.

Such a sudden and brutal death causes the remaining two goons to falter, slowing down in their rushing. They don't stop, however, the death of yet another one of their comrades spurring on their need of vengeance on the tiny interloper. She rushes forwards to meet them, aiming for the fox first as the perceived easier target. The fox pulls out a knife of his own, the blade seeming to materialize from nowhere.

The fox and the wolf head for her together, intending to double-team her even as she tries to get closer to the smaller one of the two. It turns into a battle of speed, trying to see who gets there first. The fox turns out to be the fastest of the three, beating the bear to the punch. Using her small size, she darts in when he reaches her, ducking under the blade as it cuts through the air. Getting close enough for the knife to skip across her hair allows her easy reach, slipping inside his reach. The arm without her trusty dagger shoots up, slamming into the fox's forearm and sending it upwards, his eyes growing wide at the display of power from such a small package. With the blade out of the way, and a bear lumbering towards her, she knows she has to make this fast. A quick decision flits through the young cabbit-girl's thoughts, her hand flying up for an ugly yet simple slash through his jugular, dropping the fox as she had the wolf.

Leaving just the bear, Kilia actually loses track of it for a brief second. That second is all it takes for the bear to swoop it, raking his claws along her back. The impact spins her around, throwing her sideways as she lets out a yelp of pain. Standing there in shock, she reaches back to awkwardly press a hand to her back. Looking down at it, she sees the blood on her hand, only then noticing the pain. She winces heavily, the cloth of her now ruined shirt pressing to the cuts.

She snarls at the large black bear, earning a malicious grin from the beast. He stalks towards her again, intent on destroying the murdering pest. He slashes downwards, a large meat hammer swinging towards her all she sees. Throwing herself back, she barely manages to dodge the deadly paw, swinging her knife at him to no avail. With fur as thick as his, glancing blows will do nothing to him, and he knows it, sneering at the young girl.

Realizing this as well, she stands ready in a cautious stance, never having fought an anthro bear before. Growing up in a forest, she had to contend with wild bears, of course. The feral monsters though weren't as smart, normally running away to seek better prey that didn't harm them so badly. This bear wasn't giving up until she was dead.

The massive wall of flesh surges forward again, both arms coming down in a move he hopes she won't be able to avoid. He's right, in way. Unable to dodge it like she has been, she simply jumps, taking advantage of the jumping power she inherited from her bobcat father. Leaping upwards, she soars through the air towards the towering monster. One paw lands deftly on the bears outstretched arm, allowing for another propellant. This one carries her higher, landing on the top of his head. She latches on to one of his ears, her hands just small enough to find purchase.

Turning quickly, she plunges the knife downward, slamming it home in his eye socket, pulling it out and quickly doing the same to the other one. The large beast lets out a roar, filling the area with the fear and brutal agony of being blinded, falling to the ground to cradle his ruined eyes.

Leaping off, she flips once and lands gracefully on the ground in a crouch, rising quickly and moving towards her final opponent. The weasel stands there, not planning on going anywhere. Lifting the kris to his face, he licks the blade.

She stops in front of him, crouching down and holding her own dagger out in front of her in a threatening way, already having proven she clearly knows how to use it. Thinking it will be an easy fight, she surges towards the mustelid, aiming for the arm holding the kris. What the young cabbit-girl doesn't know, however, is that the weasel was standing behind not because he couldn't fight, but because he didn't think he would need to get involved. A flash of light hides the kris as it flashes through the air, the cabbit's blade rebounding off the curved knife.

Her teeth bare in a smile, realizing immediately from his form that the weasel is no slouch. She dances in again, always taught to make the first, and the last move. With a deft flick of the wrist, he deflects that swipe too, going in for a counterstrike.

Catching the swinging kris at an angle with her own dagger, it slides off, nicking her arm in its passing. Pushing her advantage, she works through the pain, stabbing inwards with the blade. Taking a step back, he makes no wasted movements, working another swing into his dodge. He draws blood again, this time across her cheek, the blade parting her pink fur. The blood dribbles down, staining her fur bright red. He smiles maliciously, moving in for the kill. Trading blows, the two have a blade dance, striking out at each other.

The blades whistle through the air, bouncing off each other time and time again, barely visible sparks flashing with each strike. They keep it up for several minutes, the weasel having more experience, but the cabbit knows how to take advantage of her small stature and greater dexterity to keep up. Each of them develop a large number of small cuts, but over time, it becomes clear the weasel has a greater number of them accumulated.

The cuts start to stack up, slowing the weasel down. Sensing this, Kilia pushes in harder, finally managing to get in a wounding blow, crippling the weasel's non-dominant arm, hanging useless by his side. She can see it in his eyes now. The weasel has lost, and he knows it. His eyes close at the last moment as her trusty dagger finds a home inside the mustelids skull, his body dropping to the ground like a rock. She steps around him like he's less than garbage, moving towards the captured creature on the ground. She reaches the netted animal, bending down and resting on her knees.

Fiddling with the net, she grasps the course rope in both hands, pulling and tugging to attempt and free the trapped creature. Letting out a frustrated groan, she picks up the knife she dropped, sawing at the ropes with it to cut through them, each braid snapping one by one. Eventually, after cutting through enough of them, a large enough hole forms for the small creature to escape. A purple fuzzball bolts out of the now ruined net, stopping a few feet away to growl at the cabbit-girl. He crouches low to the ground, amethyst purple stripes like a tiger's running down his back.

Reaching the girls knees in height, she also notices the rows of razor sharp teeth in his mouth, long and wicked. A puff of white rests on a long tail, whipping back and forth through the air.

"Easy, boy. Calm down. I just saved you, I'm not going to hurt you." She holds her hands up in the universal sign of peace. "Here. Wait here, don't go anywhere, I'm just going over here past this corner, and I'll be right back."

Cocking his head at her, which tilts his whole body since he has no neck, he watches her walk away. Heading towards the wall she gestured at, she makes her way to where she had placed her food. She picks up the remaining bread and cheese, pacing back to the small creature. "Here." She leans down once more, stopping a good two feet from him, but much closer than he had moved. She offers the bread to the small animal, tearing off a hunk of cheese and dropping it in the grass with the bread.

Ravenous from hunger, the purple blob of fuzz cautiously approaches the grain and dairy, sniffing at it. Once determining it is no danger to him, he happily devours the treats, gobbling down the food like he hasn't eaten in weeks. "You're a Guinea Maw, aren't you?" She takes a bite of the cheese in her hand, not expecting an answer. She does earn a wag of that odd, ball-tipped tail, the hungry Maw still eating.

Kilia plops down in front of him, eating her own food. Looking around, she notices the bear is gone. "Huh. Must have wandered off." She shrugs softly, taking another bite of the hard cheese. "Alright, if you have nowhere else to go, little guy, you can come with me. I'll protect you, and make sure you're fed properly." Done with his food, he sits down, staring up at the cabbit-girl. Their eyes meet, the girl's brilliant azure eyes shining back at the Guinea Maw's bottomless green eyes, betraying the intelligence hiding inside the small creature.

The Guinea Maw stands up, walking over to his savior as he notices the blood mingling with her fur from the numerous cuts adorning her body. Eating the last bit of the bread, she watches the small animal moving around her. A flat, broad tongue sticks out, hitting multiple cuts at the same time as it swipes through her fur. She lets out an involuntary shiver, looking down at the arm his tongue lapped against. Her eyes grow wide as she notices the cuts slowly start to knit together, the bleeding stopping as soon as his tongue touches.

"Holy crap! Magic spit? No wonder those guys wanted you so bad! If someone were to sell you, they would get a lot of money. Could you do my back? Those gouges the bear gave me hurt." She hunches forwards a little, giving easier access to her back as she hikes her shirt up, revealing her bare back. Letting out a small little yip, he moves around to her back, his broad tongue lapping at her back and the openings there. Being from the bears claws, they take longer to close up, eventually stitching together and sealing up.

"Hey, just how good are you with that tongue of yours? Think you could clean me up down here too?" She stands up, removing her shorts and dropping her panties with them to the ground in a heap. Sitting back down on the ground, she spreads her legs with her hands resting comfortably on her knees, the remaining cuts forgotten.

Moving in and sniffing around, the purple creature buries his face between her legs to investigate. His nose twitches, inhaling her offered scent. Finding that he likes the scent, he digs his tongue in, lapping at the girl's immature sex. She lets out a large moan for someone so small, his magical tongue digging into her slit, pushing the lips apart as she starts gushing fluids already. The same tongue that healed her cuts also causes her body to tremble from the endorphins rushing through her body.

She leans back, pushing her crotch into his face in an attempt to get more of his tongue inside her. Being so broad, it isn't able to get very far into her honey pot, the rough tongue dragging between her lips and up against her barely developed clit. A spurt of her juices escape onto the licking member, the young cabbit-girl's cunt leaking voraciously from the chemicals the creatures spit spreads around. Along with the moisture, it also makes her sensitive, getting red and puffy.

She lets out cute little squeaks each time his tongue hits, leaning back and placing her hands on the ground behind her for leverage. Loving the taste of such a sweet girl, he attacks it with gusto, doing his very best to get as much of it up as he can and does nothing more than cause more to flow. Letting nothing escape, his tongue acts as a bowel, scooping up each drop of her love juices.

As intelligent as he is, he notices that the small cabbit-girl trembles and her moans get higher when his tongue hits her clit, so he focuses on the little nub. As she approaches her climax, she wraps her legs around the purple beast, almost crushing the poor animal. Not able to get enough, he keeps licking throughout it all, not even noticing when she cums.

Kilia doesn't miss a thing, though, caught in the throes of orgasm as she manages to squeeze out a yell, her whole body constricting. Even her lungs. She falls back to the grass, panting and shivering in bliss, her eyes open and unseeing towards the open sky.

Eventually, after an eternity has passed, she recovers, pushing him away, far too sensitive to let him keep licking any longer. She slams her legs together to lock him out when he tries to dart back in. "Down, Digger." Hearing that, he heels, giving her another full-body head tilt of his.

"What? It's a fitting name. You really dug in, didn't you?" She smirks down her new friend, standing up once more. Using her discarded panties like a rag, she cleans her immature sex up, drying between her legs. At the touch of the material, he knees wobble, still not fully recovered from the mind-blowing orgasm Digger's magical tongue brought upon her.

Once clean, she slips her shorts back on commando style. Slipping the now soaking panties into her waistband, she plants her hands on her hips once more, she bellows out to the open air.

"Onwards. To glory, Digger!"