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"So we are in agreement then? We offer you half now and half after you finish the job." Burgermiester Tombie says as he offered Slade his hand to shake. Slade's skunk hand seemed to vanish into the much larger Kodiak's hand as they shook. The Burgermiester had his assistant escort Slade out of his office.

"Can you really put a stop to Grizwald the Immortal?" The assistant asked Slade. She was a curvy husky woman dressed in fine clothes befitting of a civil servant. Her long black hair was tied into a neat bun at the back of her head and her ice blue eyes looked into his as if she were looking for long lost hope.

"I'm gonna do my best. I've taken one macro down so far and didn't suffer so much as a scratch." Slade said with a slight chuckle.

"Mamma! Mamma!" A sweet little husky boy called out as he ran to the assistant and hugged her thighs. He looked up at Slade and the two males locked eyes for a moment. Slade gave the little tyke a smile and he responded by slinking more behind his mother.

"Please excuse him, he's shy." The assistant says as she put a hand on the back of her son's head.

"No problem. Thanks for showing me out." Slade says and gave both mother and child a little wave before exiting the building right as a chamber maid rabbit woman dashed up to the assistant apologizing for allowing the young husky boy to evade her attention.

Slade stepped out onto the streets of Rosenburg and started making his way back to the Two Foxes Inn where a room and his sisters were waiting on him. As Slade made his way through the streets he observed the furs in the city, watching them go about their everyday lives. The town crier bellowing out the day's news, the shoe shiner on his stool buffing out a scuff on a banker's polished black boot, the butcher pedaling his wares to passers by, a messenger zipping by on her bicycle, the seamstress putting a dress on a mannequin in a shop...

"Good day sir, would you be interested having some female companionship for a few coin?" A pleasing looking squirrel woman with long brown hair said, stopping Slade in his tracks by stepping out in front of him. She was wearing a clean blue and cream colored dress with a low cut front to show off the tops of her ample breasts. It clung tight to her chest, abdomen, and upper waist while the skirt of the dress flowed out like a fancy bell. She held a closed matching blue and cream colored umbrella with lace lining the edge of the canopy. She was very attractive and she had the sweet smell of rose water on her.

"Not today m'lady." Slade said in a polite tone and sidestepped to go around the strumpet. Slade had gotten only three steps past her when she called out to him again.

"Wait! You're that skunk that kills macros aren't you?" She Said. Slade stopped in his tracks. How could she have known. He had only made one kill and it had happened a two week carriage ride away. Had news traveled that fast? Slade slowly turned to look at the well dressed strumpet.

"You... Know of me?" Slade asked with a bit of surprise in his voice.

I know not your name but I know of a skunk in a green cloak that felled Jaxie the Devourer. And you have a green cloak." The squirrel woman said as she stepped closer to him while twirling her closed umbrella.

"You must be here for Grizwald the Immortal. May I give you a word of caution macro slayer?" She says as she stopped only when she was nice and close to Slade. "Grizwald has spies within the city walls, be careful who you speak with or who sees where you sleep." The strumpet says quietly. She was about to walk away when Slade took her wrist to stop her.

"Perhaps I could use a little company." Slade says and the squirrel woman smiled. She put her arm in his and they walked back to a small boarding house where the strumpet did her business.

Once they were in her tiny apartment Slade removed his poison cloak and the squirrel woman got to her knees in front of him and started to open up his pants.

"So what is your name m'lady?" Slade asked as she fished out his cock and started to service it with her tongue.

"Call me Bea." She said then stuffed Slade's cock into her mouth. Slade gripped the back of Bea's head and savored her skilled mouth and tongue. She pushed his cock into one of her cheek pouches and Slade grunted as the sensation of fucking both her mouth and that warm wet pocket hit him. Bea wasn't shy at all, moaning and slurping as she worked, making sure that Slade would be another satisfied customer when she was done.

"That's quite a talent you have Bea." Slade grunted as he felt his climax rapidly approaching. Bea simply looked up at him from her place below, her right cheek bulged out as she sucked him off. Slade could feel her tongue masterfully flicking her tongue along the bottom of Slade's shaft as she applied just the right amount of suction to her technique. Slade did his best to try and savor Bea's oral delights but the skilled strumpet milked Slade for his seed mercilessly. Slade came and that bulged cheek got even bigger as gooey fluid filled the fleshy pocket. Bea nursed on his cock, sucking him dry as she swallowed in loud heavy gulps that could be heard across the room. Bea looked up to her client and slowly pulled off his cock with a soft slurp and swallowed one more time before licking her lips clean and gently blowing Slade's cock dry. She put Slade's cock back into his pants and got him all tucked away like nothing had happened, she didn't even get her dress dirty.

"Thank you for being such a lovely host Bea." Slade says as he took out a pair of gold coins and set them on her nightstand next to her bed. Bea smiled wide at the sight of the money and scooped them up quickly.

"I'm glad to have earned your business." Bea says and stops Slade before he could leave.

"Please, take off that cloak and put it into this bag, when you exit turn left at the end of the hall instead of right and use the service elevator to go down. It'll put you at the back of the building in the alleyway so the four men that were following you won't see you leave." Bea said. Slade was about to ask Bea, 'What four men?' but she started moaning and cooing out like as if they were having sex. Bea gestured to Slade to go as she got louder and more intense with her sounds of mating over by an open window with the curtains still closed. She sat herself on the bed and started to bounce on it rhythmically so even the bed springs could add to the audio illusion. Slade did as he was instructed, removing his cloak and wrapping it up then found the elevator and took it to the ground floor where it let him out into the alleyway like the squirrel woman had said.

Once out in the alleyway he carefully made his way to the street where he saw two rough looking badger men waiting by the main entrance of the boarding house and another under Bea's window where the sound of lustful pleasures were drifting from. Slade couldn't find the last one and decided to get out of the area rather than stick around looking. Slade quickly crossed the street and did his best to blend in with a small group of felines that were out doing a little window shopping. He continued his way to the Two Foxes Inn by taking a few back streets and alleyways. It was just about dark when he put the key into the lock for his room when the door next to his opened up.

"Slade where have you been? It's been over an hour and you were supposed to be back in about 20 minutes." Fiona, Slade's eldest younger sister scolded.

"Get Joy and come to my room. We need to have a talk." Slade said and opened the door to his room. It only took about a minute for Fiona to get Joy and gather in Slade's room. Slade was sitting on his bed and had his gear out as if he was getting ready for battle within the hour.

"Slade, what's going on?" Fiona asked with a bit of concern in her voice.

"Grizwald has informants within the city. We need to be ready to move on a seconds notice. Repack your things and sleep with your boots on." Slade said.

"Are they macro worshipers?" Fiona asked.

"Don't know, maybe." Slade said as he tightened in his climbing harness and checked his ropes. Joy looked like she was about to cry.

"Why would anyone worship such a foul beast? Do they think that they will be spared?" Joy asked.

"I really don't know why some furs do what they do. Maybe they think they will be safe while everyone around them dies. I just don't know." Slade said, doing his best to finish his preparations as well as calm his youngest sister down.

"So what do we do then?" Fiona asked.

"I want you to stay in my room, try to stay as active as possible without letting on that it's you in here. Play some music on the phonograph or something but not too loud, I want you to be able to know if something is happening outside. Joy, I want you in the other room doing the same thing. You have your weapons right?" Slade said to his sisters and they nodded. Slade stood up and slung on his pack and grabbed his spear.

"Listen carefully, this is the plan..."

Fiona and Joy returned to their room and started packing. Their brother was already leaving to go after Grizwald the Immortal to attack him in his lair. Fiona took her suitcase, gave Joy a hug, and went to Slade's room where she then tossed the suitcase on the bed and opened it up. Inside with her clothing was a few vials of poison, some bolts, an assortment of bolt tips, and a crossbow that was disassembled plus a few tools. Fiona started assembling the crossbow and hoped that she and Joy wouldn't need to use their weapons. Once the crossbow was assembled Fiona chose her bolt tips carefully. She settled on two glass tips that she filled with poison while the others were given standard sharp steel hunting tips. She cocked back the bowstring and put the bolts in a leg quiver next to her dagger she wore all the time. Next Fiona placed a trip wire between the small table and the wall in front of the door. She poured herself a shot in a glass and gulped it down then placed it into a pillow case along with a few other glasses and smashed it against the wall then laid the broken glass out on the floor between herself and the door.

Joy opened one of her two suitcases and set aside two black powder Colt 1861 revolvers then started prepping them. Each pistol held six 36 caliber shots and had a small sharp bayonet that she custom made that attached under the barrels. She prepared a set of extra cylinders for her two pistols. Her backup weapon was a common blacksmith hammer. When the pistols were ready she placed them into a pair of leather holsters at either side of her hips and put the two prepared cylinders in a small leather pouch on the same belt. She took a chair and put the back under the doorknob to make entry extra difficult. Next she took the small throw rug on the floor and rand several barbed nails through it then carefully placed it about 2 feet from the door.

Slade was on his way to hunt down Grizwald. From what the Burgermiester had said, Grizwald resided in a large cave in the side of the mountain where the city had some iron ore mines. They had accidentally mined their way to where Grizwald resided in the massive cave system and since then he had been terrorizing the city since. The city had high walls made of stone with huge ballistas and cannons on the tops of towers to fend off raiders and enemy armies. They held Grizwald back the last few times he came to attack but each battle with the macro bear took it's toll on the walls, equipment, and furs that pushed him back. By the Burgermiester's calculations, if the attacks kept up the wall would eventually fail and Grizwald would be clear to cause Gods only knows what destruction.

Slade used the old mines where the city had run into the macro deep within it's tunnels. From what the Burgermiester had said, Grizwald's cave was located on the other side of the mountain and had they not tunneled too deep they might have never even known that Grizwald was residing there. Slade lit a torch and started into the pitch blackness of the mines, using some chalk to mark his way as he entered. Nothing would suck worse than surviving combat with Grizwald only to get lost in the mines and fall into a pit or something. In the darkness of the mines the torch light seemed to get swallowed up by the blackness. His footsteps echoed in the caverns Slade would have to remind himself to scribble an arrow pointing back the way he came on the left wall of the tunnel.

He felt like he had been traveling into oblivion for miles when the mine seemed to suddenly open up into a huge cave chamber. The darkness seemed to go on forever, beyond the reach of Slade's torch light.

"This might be a good time to switch light sources." Slade thought to himself as he stepped back into the mine and slipped off his backpack. He had a small bullseye lantern with a shutter. With the pull of a trigger he could close the shutters and the light would be closed off inside the lantern. This was handy if Slade needed to go dark quickly without the need to relight his lantern later when he needed light again. Slade left the torch in the mine entrance so he could find it again quickly if needed and set out to explore Grizwald's domain in the dark.

Slade kept his ears perked up, listening for any sound out of place. He was in Grizwald's domain now and the macro had the home court advantage. The focused beam of light from his lantern swept over a large vertical wood beam that held a platform about 20 feet above. Slade advanced a few more feet only to come across more wood beams holding another wood platform high above. After a little investigating Slade concluded that he had come across a Marco sized table and stool. Slade used his grappling hook to secure a rope up to the table top and beheld an amazing sight that only a very lucky few would ever see and live to tell the tale.

Barrel sized cups, plates large enough to park a coach on, even giant salt and pepper shakers made of wood were up here. A wood spoon that looked like it was made from several boat oars rested next to the plate and a candle that was the same size as he was sat in a candle holder on this table. Slade carefully explored the items and drew the conclusion that these tools and dinner ware were too fine to have been made by macro hands, these were crafted by standard sized furs. Movement at the edge of Slade's lantern light caught his attention and he closed the shutter to his lantern and held his breath as he listened into the darkness. A faint sound tickled the fringes of Slade's hearing, it sounded like someone shouting but from the other side of a wall and the sound of... Glass being knocked against. He waited for several minutes and the sound didn't seem to be moving anywhere. After about three minutes the muffled shouting ceased and the knocking on glass stopped. Slade aimed the lens of his bullseye lantern in the direction of where he heard the sounds and slowly opened the shutter. The glint of glass caught the light and the muffled screaming started up again. Slade crept forward and finally saw what was making all the noise. A crude glass jar held three pregnant rodent female furs and one male. As Slade got closer to the glass jar the four occupants grew more active, beating their hands against the glass and looking like they were desperate to get out. Slade dimmed the light from his lantern so only enough light escaped to let him see through the glass to the captives in the jar.

"Help! Get us out of here! Please!!" begged the pregnant mouse woman. Slade put his hand on the cool glass of the jar and estimated the thickness of the glass between his hand and hers. It was thick, real thick. Hitting it with a rock or even a hammer wasn't going to break this thick of glass, at least not right away. The uneven surface and bubbles in the glass told Slade that this jar was macro made. By now all four of the jar's occupants were up against the glass begging Slade to get them out. Their terrified faces were made even more disturbing in the faint glow of Slade's lantern. The only blunt tool Slade had with him was a rock climbing hammer, a light weight, short handled, tool meant to only drive in crampons in soft rock.

Slade took the small hammer from it's holder on his tool belt and sighed. He picked a spot about knee high and gave the glass jar a solid smack. The glass chimed loudly, too loud for Slade's comfort and only a small chip fell from the spot the hammer impacted.

"I'm gonna be here for hours at this rate." Slade thought to himself. There had to be something else he could use to get there poor furs out. Slade looked to the begging furs in the giant jar and put up a finger as if saying, "Wait just one minute." He opened the shutter to his lantern to brighten up the beam of light and shined it around in search of a larger tool to use against the thick glass.

Back at the Two Foxes inn, Fiona and Joy had made their preparations and now waited to see if they got any unwelcome visitors. Fiona sat on the floor next to the bed with her crossbow in her lap. She had turned down the flame to the kerosene lamp on the small nightstand next to the bed so that there was enough light for her to see the objects in the room but dark enough that the corner of the room she was sitting in was dark. The creak of a floor board made her ears perk up and a shadow under the door made the fur on the back of her neck stand up. Another shadow slipped past the beam of light under the door and Fiona picked up the crossbow from her lap and moved into a crouching position as she took aim at the door.

Joy had also taken note of the shadows that moved through the beam of light under her door and quietly crawled under the bed at the edge. The soft clicking of metal on metal tickled Joy's ears as the lock was being picked. Joy slowly pulled back the hammers on her pistols and steeled herself for the fight that was close at hand. A sharp click sounded, signaling to Joy that the lock had surrendered to the lock pick and Joy bit her lower lip as she waited for them to try and open the door.

In Fiona's room the door opened and two large bear men started to briskly walk into the room. The first tripped on the line Fiona had strung in front of the doorway and fell right into the broken glass that she had spread out between the doorway and the bed. The sound of glass crunching under the weight of the poor bastard that was in the lead was soon followed by a failed attempt to not yell out in pain. The second bear man hesitated to see what had happened to his fallen partner when a loud slam then a bang made him look at the wall where his other cohorts were going after Joy. A crossbow bolt suddenly buried itself into his gut making his scream out in pain and fall to the floor with his partner who was trying to pick broken glass from his hands and knees. Fiona began clocking back the string to her crossbow so she could shoot again if need be. Another gun shot from Joy's room rang out and more screams of pain were added to the chorus.

In Joy's room, the chair prevented whoever was trying to open the door so they decided to slam a shoulder into the door to force it open. The door flung open and she waited for the two of the large bear men to get into the room before opening fire. Her first shot hit it's mark perfectly right in the face of the first intruder sending blood and bone spraying back into the face of the other. As the first fell the second rushed blindly into the room and stepped onto the nail filled rug. The barbed nails weren't long enough to go all the way through his boots but when he brought his second boot down on the wide rug he suddenly found his feet firmly attached to that rug making moving and standing a serious challenge. With his feet tangled up in that rug he fell forward catching himself on his hands. The last thing he saw was the muzzle flash of Joy's second pistol.

Fiona had her crossbow reloaded and she knocked a fresh bolt into the bow as she stood up and aimed at the doorway.

"Joy! You OK over there?" Fiona shouted.

"Yes!" Joy answered.

"I'm moving to you, watch your fire!" Fiona says and started moving for the door.

Fiona carefully made her way into the hallway, keeping a close eye on the guy she had shot in the gut. He was laying on the floor groaning in pain and clutching the shaft of the crossbow bolt that was sticking out of his belly. By this time other residents of the inn were now poking their heads out of their rooms to see just what the Hell was going on. One look at Fiona and her crossbow was enough to make most retreat back into their rooms while only a couple brave souls simply watched from behind the door. Fiona let her crossbow enter the door into Joy's room before Fiona herself stepped in. A slight haze hung in the air from the gun smoke and Joy stood up making wisps of smoke curl and flow.

"We're clear for now." Fiona said as she lowered her crossbow.

"What now?" Joy asked as she holstered her pistols.

"Now we move. It isn't safe here. We stick to the plan and move to the secondary meeting area." Fiona said as she helped Joy get her suitcases stacked and ready to move. Fiona's suitcase was already packed, she returned to her room and she slung the strap over her shoulder then joined Joy in the hall. Both skunk women briskly walked to the stair case where they made their way down to the lobby and took a quick look around before stepping out of the stair well.

"Let's go out the back. Two ladies brandishing weapons will not go unnoticed on the street." Joy says.