Search (pilot)
This could be the beginning of a little series. Let me know what y'all think. And, this is smut. Only those legally of age to view smut should do so. Enjoy.
Searches
By Flipper
She looked at the door way and steeled her nerves, her short tan lapine tail twitching nervously. This was yet another point in her journey, a thing that would likely not measure up to the unpleasantness of others already far behind. The call of gulls and the not so distant sound of laborers could be heard, muffled by the high walls around the dark dank alley. A few loitering vagrants sat about, drinking their misery away, dying one day at a time like everyone else. She felt cold despite the late spring warmth. With a deep steadying breath, she entered.
The old nameless tavern was a miserable thing, nestled among the warehouses of the harbor district. It never closed, so sailors and merchants from all over the realms could sate their thirst, hunger, or less savory needs whenever they arose. Bright afternoon light never touched its windows, the dark of shadow perpetually shrouding the place in a cloak of gloom, and the regulars liked it that way. Its foundations were and always would be, sin, vice, and coin. A cloud from the burning of rare and exotic herbs hung in the air, coupled with the smell of musk and low mutterings of dark exchanges. This was not a pleasant place. Dark stains on the wooden floor and furniture were from more than spilled drink.
The opening door drew no real notice, nor her entry, clad in thick leather armor, blades hanging off her hips. It was a rough part of town after all. Females certainly weren't the majority of the folk present the establishment, but were by no means absent. But most were working rather than indulging. She moved to the bar, feeling a few sets of eyes on her. An old grizzled mouse stood there, looking to her. His visage was certainly not one for sore eyes, with a vicious hairless scar running down his face, left eye a lightless orb. Deep in her mind she wondered why it wasn't covered with a patch.
"What'll ye have?" He asked in a careless voice.
"I'll have a whisky and information if you please." She replied in a soft tone, the mouse's paws moving smooth and efficiently, pouring a small glass with cloudy liquid that could only be watered down liquor.
"Heh, the first is cheap." The bartender said with an ugly smirk on his face, one good eye regarding the femme before him, depositing the drink before her.
"I'm looking for someone who passed through town not too long ago. I want to know where he was headed." She said evenly before picking up the shot and knocking it back, upending the small glass and hitting it down on the rough bar.
"Do I look like I keep track of the dregs that come through here?" He muttered, about to move down to another customer who was holding a woefully empty glass high. The woman's paw moved to hold him there, only to be stopped by a short iron-topped club that was suddenly in the tender's hand, both eyes, dead and alive, glaring at her with indignation. "And you're new here. Don't do that again."
Her hand backed away slowly, teeth gritted but hidden. She should've known better. This fellow likely had seen tougher than her. She watched him go down the bar and refilled the other's glass, feeling several more sets of eyes upon her and catching a few smarmy grins out of the corner of her eye. She suddenly felt very stupid and incredibly exposed. At least no one was getting up.
The bartender started heading back down towards her, the feline pulling a few dull copper coins, laying them on the bar. The tender picked them up with a nod and then stopped, noticing the fat silver mark rolling over the female's fingers, a neat little trick she picked up a long time ago. This fellow was one who dealt in information, and a bit of shine was the way to go.
"I'm looking for a feline, about my height, passing through maybe two or three weeks ago." She said quietly. The scarred mouse watched that dancing coin. He was thinking, pouring through his memory. Despite his appearance, she was sure he was as sharp as her blades. No one runs a dump like this without knowing a hell of a lot more than how to serve drinks. You watched, you listened, and you placed a value on anything and everything.
"Hey Bart, get your filthy hide out here and watch the bar!" He bellowed, motioning towards a small at the corner where the bar ended. A big brutish, but decidedly stupid looking bear emerged from that door with a tired blink.
"Do I have to boss?" He asked with a voice far too high pitched for someone so large and burly.
"Yes." He shot back, the lapine following down to the door, opening it up for her and doing a surprisingly quick and perfect bow as she entered, following in turn and closing it with a dull thud behind him.
"Now, I've seen many cats come through here. You gotta be more specific than that." He quipped, moving behind a rough secondhand desk, leaning back in a chair, pointing to another opposite him. The lapine pulled back her hood, short dark brown hair and light auburn fur giving her a rather striking appearance, not that it seemed to dampen the mouse's mood. Money would do that to a guy like this. She placed the mark down on his desk.
"He's got a cougar's coloring, with white hair, and is something of a... knight." She said, taking a seat.
"Not many knights come through here, although my memory's a bit fuzzy." He replied with a smirk, his eyes roaming over her body. She was lovely, despite being clad in armor. Some things couldn't be hidden with stiff leather.
"This ought to refresh your memory just fine." She pulled out another mark and laid it beside the first, wanting to cover up under that stare. It was that colorless eye that was so bloody unnerving. She knew that stare, and the hunger that powered it. His paw flashed and the two shining coins were gone. She barely saw him move.
"Aye, I think I saw him. He was in and out really. Not too much trouble until he bashed some fool's head in. Lovely hammer he had, never seen one like it myself." The mouse muttered, her eyes widening at the mention of his hammer.
"Where was he heading?" She asked excitedly, the mouse cocking his head with a wry grin that didn't quite register with the feline at first. He was silent as she frowned. He knew she wanted what he knew... and would be willing to pay for it. She cursed herself inwardly. "That's a fair price for the information I want, now tell me."
"M'dear, you mistake me. I'm not interested in coin at this point. And ye got what you paid for, considering none would likely know your boy from a hundred others who've passed through." He grinned, dark stained teeth showing in a smile that made her stomach heave. The mouse cocked one eyebrow in what was obviously an attempt at being suave that only gave a twist to her gut. "And more than that girl, a male doesn't live off coin alone."
"Why not coin, you could buy half a dozen girls if you wanted that." She shot back in a sharp tone, the way his eyes roamed left little doubt to what he wanted.
"It's more than that. Those whores are dead inside, no fire, no life. You have that and I want to feel it. And... not to put too fine a point on it... You want to know where he went. I know where he went." He quipped, rising up and padding about to the front edge of his little desk, far to close for comfort, leaning back slightly, her eyes turning away as her mind churned.
The lapine winced as he just leaned against the edge of the desk, a noticeable bulge in his leggings, that disgusting grin on his muzzle. She needed to know, time was a factor. If this was all that she had to go through, it was worth it to get to him. With a set jaw and a hardening of her nerves, she straightened and looked the disfigured mouse in the eye.
"Well then, what'll it be?" She quipped, the brow above his dead eye rising in what surely a nice little power trip.
"Everything lass... everything..." He whispered, motioning down to his tenting pants.
She shrugged off her cloak and pulled off her gauntlets, slim fingers of a female undoing the old rugged belt of his pants, sliding them down as that turgid pink length popped into view, a sudden stench of musk and lack of bathing assaulting her nose, making her turn away, tall ears falling back. The mouse chuckled and that alone renewed her composure. He wanted to see her break at this, and she'd not give him that satisfaction. She leaned in and felt that hot thing drag across her short muzzle and soft cheeks. He twitched and bobbed against her soft facial fur, his chest rising and falling a little quicker. Maybe this would be all she'd need to subject herself too.
With a deep breath she let her short lapine tongue snake out and slide up the underside, the putrid smell not the only thing she would have to endure, the taste was rancid. This beast of a mouse didn't seem to understand the concept of even a yearly bath. She kept her eyes closed until his hands gripped her long ears, yanking her head back roughly, that single good eye boring into her.
"You'll look up at me while ye do that... and loose the armor and clothes." He ordered, her hope that this would be a simple bit of oral work fading quickly. His fingers moved deftly over his shirt as she unbuckled her armor from her body, wearing only a thin linen shirt and britches beneath, the mouse watching her with more than a passing interest. Her bosom swelled against the shirt, her toned legs encased in the simple pants, her short tail initially down, rising with effort to show her tight backside to the mouse, hoping to excite him with just a look rather than her body directly. She stacked her gear and turned to face him, he himself now very much nude. With a visible shiver she unlaced the top of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, her breasts wrapped to keep them still, the mouse just smirking and nodding for her to continue, the long strips of linen being unwound slowly but surely.
That hard length of the mouse's cock dripped slowly but enough for her to notice as her breasts were released, full heavy tits, the mouse obviously impressed with their size, one of his hands moving down to stroke himself slowly, smearing his pre over that filthy length. She cringed inwardly, the mouse motioning for her to continue. The lapine turned and slowly undid her own belt to her britches, sliding them down over her smooth hips, her bare fur revealed as she straightened up, kicking them over to her pile of effects, and turning about to face the equally nude mouse.
"Well?" She asked, trying to put up a front of strength against him. He rose up from leaning on the desk and advanced towards her, one living eye alight with carnal intent. She suddenly regretted putting up the front. He liked this... liked taking strong women and making them weak. His gnarled but quick and strong hands gripped her and threw her to the floor like a sack of potatoes, although the tender likely never had intentions like this for mere spuds. She landed on her stomach and looked up, only to see the mouse already in motion, a blur as he landed atop her, blasting the air from her lungs and pinning her down.
The femme tried to rise up on her hands, squirming, but he was stronger, surprisingly so. He rose up, a moment to get up, one of his paws gripping the back of her neck and squeezing, hard. She whimpered and held stock still, his free hand holding her hips up off the ground as that vice on her neck pushed her upper body back down to the floor, a nice submissive position. She felt that hard length against her upturned rump, tail flapping down reflexively. With a growl his paw came down hard on her ass, her body stiffening and slowly raising her tail back up.
"Good girl... very good girl..." He murmured, hold on her neck relaxing, still holding her as the other guided himself to her opening, no where near ready even. It didn't stop him. He pushed into her unprepared body, harsh and unyielding flesh penetrating her folds painfully. Her body shuddered, rising up involuntarily until that hard painful grip on her neck returned. She sobbed with the pain and indignity rushing through her, no way to stem the tide. The mouse hadn't moved yet, only sheathing himself once so far and holding still within her. "Relax girl... let yourself enjoy it... it makes it easier on yourself... unless you like the pain."
He rocked his hips slowly, drawing out and pushing back in, like razorblades cutting deep inside her, panting as tears welled out of her clenched eyes. His words were horrid, the very idea of her enjoying this was out of the question, and yet, her body responded. Not out of any means of drawing pleasure out of this, but to mitigate the damage he was doing. Time seemed to pass by at a snail's pace, his motions moving easier, obviously taking the wrong impression from her body's reaction to his violation.
"See? Relax and it makes it so much easier for you." He growled, starting to truly fuck her. Her paws clawed at the floor as his hips began to saw back and forth, smacking into the backs of her thighs and ass, toned flesh rippling slightly with each squelching connection of their bodies, his rigid length moving easier in and out of her dampening sex, but with no less pain and humiliation. It hurt, panting as her body reacted. No pleasure, no sensation. Numbness began to leech through her body, a cold dull nothing. She was becoming a shell as that bastard slid in and out of her, one paw holding her neck, claw tips digging into her skin through her fur, the other sliding underneath to maul and assault one breast.
"Oh yes, you are a tight little bitch aren't you... I wonder how many others have gotten to take this from you... a lucky few I'm sure..." He whispered to her, those long lapine ear laid back, taking it all in, that raspy voice echoing deep in her mind as he continued. She wanted him to just finish, to be done with it. With a slurp he pulled from her, his paws leaving her body. She hoped, dreamed, begged silently that he had finished but deep down, she knew he hadn't. He'd have made sure to make her know about that.
The mouse rolled her over onto her back, grabbing her knees and wrenching her legs wide, bending her legs up and pinning them on either side of her body, moving his hips about until his damp cock was once more lined up with her abused sex, pushing in with a happy little trill, renewing his thumping with apparent gusto. She had no control, no means of at least setting a tempo to finish him off. This was worse now... his body above hers, rutting into her, hot stinking breath along with the general odor of death and filth filling her nostrils, making her gag and wince. She whimpered and sobbed, cheeks stained dark with her tears, opening her eyes seeing his lewd face, loving every moment of this, tormenting her as she turned away, a heavy bit of drool dripping down onto her face.
"Oh... oh yes... oh!" He moaned out, hips pounding harder and deeper, heavy drops of his hips before the mouse went rigid above her, that cock inside her throbbing and spurting, the male panting heavily. She couldn't stop sobbing as he rose up unceremoniously, pulling from her quick and without a word. The lapine femme curled up in a ball, shivering. It still hurt, oh gods it still hurt.
"Your boy left on a ship to Eastridge across the sea, sailed likely a week ago, not even that long even. There's another ship leaving in a day or two, the Ebon Quill. You might be able to book passage with the coin you just saved yourself here. Plenty of time really." He quipped as he began to dress himself, the lapine, looking up to him with hatred, raw burning hatred.
"I'll kill you..." She hissed, rising up to a kneeling position, filled with righteous anger. He was so calm, so at ease. It galled that he had just taken her and could speak so calmly and collected now.
"First of all lass, you might be able to take me, but you're in no condition for it. Second, you'd never get past everyone outside. Third, the charge for that was well more than the thirty or so silver still in your purse. I've not robbed you of anything you weren't freely willing to give." He said in an even voice, not unkind. He looked down at her without pity or scorn, nor with malice. "This is the way life works down here, just like in any other city. Now get out of my bar."
She rose up slowly, flinching as he walked by to go back out to the main room, cleaning herself as best she could and getting dressed with mechanical motions. She dried the tears from her fur as well before emerging from the back office. None looked to her, none giggled or chortled. Indeed, none cared that a whit at what had just transpired. It was the business of the day, the way many of the femmes here definitely made their coin. She could have sworn she saw one of those very girls looking at her out of the corner of her eye with sadness, but no pity or sympathy. There was none of that here, life was cruel. The lapine left without meeting the eye of the barkeep, her promise to kill him going unfulfilled.
*
"Hey, there's Sheila. Sheila!" The well-armored canine yelled from the main strip of the dock as she came up, the lapine femme looking to him then blinking before breaking to a smile. "Well? How'd information gathering go?"
The wolf and the other three of the group, a robed vixen with a staff bearing a glowing crystal, a raccoon with oil and soot stained paws and spectacles low on his long nose, and a tall strong lynx, well cared-for bow and quiver on her back, tilting her head at the lapine. These were her comrades, her friends, and her family. The urge to tell them what had happened welled up like the tide, wanting to tell them everything and rally them to that place.
"He went to Eastridge. There should be a boat by the name of Ebon Quill heading there soon. We'll need to book passage." She said, with her voice as pleasant and upbeat as always. She was watching it as though through a mirror. It wasn't her saying that, being cheerful. A mask had settled over her soul.
"Excellent!" The wolf cheered, pumping his fist into the air. "We'll find him yet!" The others were equally enthusiastic, the raccoon bounding off immediately to find the dock master and find that ship and negotiate the sometimes difficult task of buying their way on board.
"Sheila... you okay?" The lynx queried, head tilted and with concern in her golden eyes, tufted ears twitching a bit.
"Yes Val, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" The lapine replied as the group began to set off after the round about task of finding their coon comrade.
"You seem... never mind. We can talk later." She said as the lapine nodded with her usual bright smile. The lynx turned back over her shoulder and looked down the way the rabbit had come. Something was wrong, her hackles raised but... no matter. They had a ship to find.