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One wouldn't expect much to be happening on this particular day in the Black Citadel. Yet another hazy, hot, dry summer day. Merchants either peddled their wares or complained about late shipments, citizens small talked, and cubs scampered about. Guards patrolled the streets just as lazily as they always had, chatting amongst themselves. The clattering of the crafting district filled the air and a light smog blanketed the sky; Another normal day.

A large Legionnaire stepped out of Tribune Rytlocks' office. Legionaire Gingermane of Blood Legion had just returned from an excursion in Southsun Cove, upon Rytlocks request. Clad in exotic, white-furred armor, he cut a figure of a seasoned campaigner. Dark, deep gingery-red hair spilled down over his arching neck, giving truth to his name. His piercing gold eyes were framed by his reddish splotchy pelt. After a successful mission, he was all too eager to enjoy some rest and relxation.

As he made his way out of Imperator's Core and stepped into the harsh, smokey air, he noticed a couple older soldiers making their way to the Gladium's Cantina, laughing and joking with eachother. The Cantina didn't seem like a bad idea to start his relaxing. He made his way towards the bustling sounds with an eager wag of his tail. 'A drink couldn't hurt,' he thought to himself, and the cantina was known for having the best firewater in Tyria.

Meanwhile, in the trade district, a soldier emerged from the bank. Amongst all of the Black Citadel's Rangers, Shizari was probably the largest. Even as a cub, she was one of the biggest in her band, larger than most of the males too. She was even mistaken as a male quite often, even in her adulthood. Her bright, golden yellow fur was adorned with patterned spots, halting only at her pale yellow under-belly. Big horns, big fangs, big muscle, and a bigger ferocity, she was not delicate. Her barreled chest gently rose and fell as she breathed in the familiar smog. She stepped out from the bank and began making her way to the Imperator's Core.

Inside the Gladium's Cantina, Gingermane had found that "a drink" quickly turned into a dozen drinks. The room seemed to swim around him as he stumbled towards the exit, teetering on his toes as he tried to balance himself. he managed to find himself outside, gazing up at the side of a now-waving imperators core. Gingermane hiccup'd and wobbled slightly, pondering how something so big could wave around with such ease. His gaze quickly met the ground.

"Hot as the damned Smelter today," Shizari grumbled to herself, as she halted in-front of the entrance of the Imperator's Core. Before she could step towards the crowd within, however, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. A ginger-haired charr in white armor was hard to miss, even when sprawled out on the ground. Fortunately he had done so behind a statue, so he was largely out of view. She stepped over and eyed the unconcious heap with a bit of amusement and annoyance. "Dumb cub," she spat, seeing his badge marking him as a Legionnaire. She made little work of lifting him onto her back. Grumbling to herself, she carried him to her Canton in the Mustering Grounds.

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Gingermane was awoken by a splitting pain in his head. His eyes watered as he squinted away his grogginess, unable to see in the darkness. A bright yellow paw brushed open the flap to the tent he was in, bathing his sensitive eyes in bright, harsh sunlight. he covered his face and groaned, his headache throbbing with renewed vigor. Shizari stepped in and smirked, growling low. She stooped down and and moved close to the Legionnaire. "So, little ginger cub, did you have a good time at the cantina?" Gingermane braved the sunlight and shot her a shocked gaze. Had he gone home with this female? Was this her bed? As the series of questions ran through his head, Shizari laughed and thumped her foot down, changing her tone from a coo-ing purr to venomous. "No, you stupid cub, you passed out in the middle of the damned Perimiter Loop, behind a statue. I'm not your little drunken mistake."

Gingermane felt a rush of relief and guilt. he shifted on the bed awkwardly as she stalked away to a table, pouring some water into a dish. "Thank you for bringing me here" he rumbled out, his eyes meeting the floor. She set the dish of water on a table next to him, growling. "No, you are going to thank me later. A drunken legionnaire passed out in a public place would lose his status quickly, had he been found by a guard. I would expect such irresponsibility from a fool, and a fool you are, cub. You owe me much for my hospitality, and you will thank me later. Now drink." she motioned towards the water. "You are dehydrated."

He took the dish and drank with gratitude, not wanting to argue with her. She did indeed save his hide, and a Charr always respected his debts. She stood and pointed at a chair to the south of the room. "Your armor is there. Dress yourself whenever you manage to rise from your bed. This afternoon I am going to be in the Strategists Tent, near the entrance of the Canton," she motioned to a black tent outside, some distance away. "You are going to meet me there and you will repay your debt. Come alone. If you do not, or decide not to show up, you will find yourself as a gladium faster than you can say Rytlock Brimstone."

She was serious, and it left no doubt in Gingermane's mind that he would be repaying his debt this afternoon. She left the room, giving him one last reproachful look. He laid back down and closed his eyes, pondering his fate, and slipped back into sleep. He didn't awake untill the sun sat low in the sky, shafts of golden light shining through the doorway of his temporary reprieve. he got up and dressed himself quickly, stepping out into the Canton. some fleeting doubts crept into his mind as he padded his way towards the Strategists tent, but he put them from his mind. He was prepared to pay his debt.

Or so he thought.

He stooped into the tent, seeing Shizari looking at some maps on one of the tables. she glanced over at him from under her wide-brimmed hat as he stepped into the tent. "Good, you showed up and you're alone. You're not such a dumb cub afterall." she turned around and tapped her foot claws on the floor. She watched the Legionnaire shift awkwardly, giving an irritated sigh. "Are you feeling better?" Gingermane glanced at the ground and nodded. "Yeah, much. Headaches gone. Than-" Shizari Interrupted him "I told you that you will thank me later, cub. And you will."

She stepped over to a small cove that was serving as a sleeping area. Gingermane glanced around the tent. "So er... are you going to tell Rytlock about what hap-" his words ran together as his gaze returned to Shizari. The female had turned to face him, her leggings and loincloth now gone. she shrugged off her leather jerkin and sat down on the collection of pillows and rugs, leaning back. She let her legs relax apart, giving gingermane an unobstructed view of her warm, pink prize. The legionnaire stared in a mixture of shock and awe. She gave no sultry looks to him. She gazed at him sternly and growled. "I will not tell him, should you pay your debt to me tonight. remove your pauldrons and pants, cub."

Gingermane did so, shifting his legs awkwardly as his loincloth was exposed, his thickening maleness tenting them vulgarly and obviously. She smirked, purring under her breath as she admired the sheer heft of the bulge. "Your loincloth too, fool," she growled. He looked away from her and undid the fastenings of his loincloth, allowing it to drop to the floor. His length bounced gently as the falling cloth tugged away from it, a rope of precum trailing down after them. His shaft was covered with a deep red-furred flesh, his head enveloped in an equally red foreskin. his pubic fur was a velvety ginger, and his head was a bright pink, framed perfectly amongst all the red of his crotch.

Shizari couldn't stifle her contented purr. "Not bad for a cub. Now get on all fours, soldier. Come closer." Gingermane gave a nervous rumble as he got into a low crouch on his hands and feet. he couldnt stop looking at her pink, warm-looking sex, her scent commanding his attention. "Crawl, cub. Closer to me," she commanded. And he did so. He prowled slowly closer, trying not to drool as his nose came closer to her pussy. he could feel her warmth on his face already, the scent seemingly going right to his groin. "Closer," she purred, seeing the hunger on his face. His cheekfur brushed against her inner thigh, giving her chills. "Stop!" she called out, and Gingermane looked up at her pleadingly. She smirked and purred, feeling his warm breath against her sex, feeling herself becoming moist.

He was so close. Her scent dominated everything; his senses, his thoughts. his nose was mere centimeters from her clitoris, and he wanted oh so dearly to push that little bit foreward. he could almost smell her moistness. She ran a claw through his mane and purred, growling finally. "Go ahead soldier. Thank me with your tongue." He needed no second bidding. his nose nestled under her clitoris as his mouth pressed into her sex, his tongue eagerly slipping between her lips and slupring up her juices. He snorted eagerly, slurping and purring as his senses were satisfied. He breathed in her scent openly as he buried his nose into her pussy, sucking and slurping at her warm folds and relishing the delicious moisture.

Shizari purred and groaned, leaning back and watching as the males nose and tongue were buried in her pink prize. Gingermane slipped his tongue deep into her depths, letting her juices trickle into his mouth and down his throat. Her scent only seemed to grow stronger as he slurped away at her pussy, his muzzle now quite wet with her fluids. he took her clitoris into his maw and suckled, nursing upon it as a cub would a teat. She growled and moaned, tipping her hat down over her now flushed face. "Mmmh..good cub..." she gasped out, grinding her hips into his suckling. He gave a slight smile as he returned to his vulgar slurping, wiggling his muzzle deeper between her thighs and pressing his nose into her clitoris, sniffing and snorting.

"If my warband finds out about th-" He began to rumble, but She growled loudly and hissed. "The only sounds I want to hear down there are slurping, soldier!" Gingermane continued to eat her out, hoping no one would hear of him being commanded and baby-talked to by a female, much less a rookie. He would never live it down...