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"Hey, wake up, fellas!", said the buggy driver.

I rose my head from my sleeping bag and looked up. Eyes half open, I saw light piercing through the gaps between the covers of the buggy. It was still early.

"Seriously, dude.", Jacob groaned, burying his head under his pillow. "You're killing me."

"Jesum Crow, boy, you are lazy!", the driver said to Jacob. "I hope that uncle of yours puts you hard to work."

"Eat me.", Jacob responded, his words muffled by the pillow.

I slowly rose from my sleeping bag, still dragging my feet, and climbed up to the front of the buggy with the driver. He's a coyote in overalls with a red tee underneath. He came off as a hill billy, honestly.

"And what's your excuse?", He asked me as I sat down.

"I'm not much more of a morning person than he is.", I answered, pointing my thumb behind me towards Jacob. "I'm just more acceptant of it."

"That makes sense.", the driver said, "At least one of you shows initiative."

I snickered. "So what's your name?", I asked him.

"Daniel. Daniel Simons.", he told me, "Call me Danny."

"Pleasure.", I said holding my hand out. "My name's Nathaniel. That's Jacob."

"Likewise.", he said, shaking my hand. "Do you prefer Nathaniel?"

"Call me whatever you see fit.", I answered.

He nodded and looked back at the road while I turned my gaze to the surroundings. Flush, green trees scattered across a flat land that stretched out for miles. The grass was tall and healthy and covered every inch of soil. Wild flowers poke up through random areas in the grass in a variety of colors, lighting up the atmosphere with wondrous aromas. Apples hung from some trees as did wild berries from thick bushes. The sky was bright and blue, no clouds were found and the sun hovers low over the horizon, shining in a blinding yellow color.

I leaned back and grabbed my travel bag out of the buggy. I searched through its contents and pulled out my pipe and tin case. As I proceed to pack a bowl, Daniel continuously stole sneak peeks. I don't think he realized how obvious it was so when I was finished, I turned my head towards him and said, "You want some?", as I motioned the pipe towards him.

"Nah, not a bit.", he said sarcastically as he reached for the tipped off bowl. "Gotta light?", he asked.

I pulled out a matchbox from another pocket of the travel bag and handed it to him. He took the box from me, pulled out a match then began to do something strange.

Daniel reached for a tree limb as the horses pulled the buggy by one and snapped a twig off an end. He sat back down, ripped a sleeve off his beat up red tee and tied it in a knot over the end of his stick. He lit the match and caught the cloth on fire, then proceeded to use the makeshift torch to light the bowl as he inhaled.

"Clever.", I said, chuckling under my breath. "Never thought about that."

"Yeah, when you spend most days on the road, creativity really gets ya.", he responded, handing me the pipe.

"Not necessarily a bad thing.", I told him as I took my hit then exhaled. "That creativity could prove to be a useful skill someday."

"Well, from what I heard, between you and your lazy friend back there -

"Aters na hay!", Jacob muffles under his pillow in the back.

Daniel looked behind him then back at me. "What'd he say?", he asked.

"He said, 'Haters gonna hate.'", I answered, handing him the bowl. "He says it to anyone who downplays him."

"That's stupid.", Daniel responded, lifting his homemade torch to the weed.

I laughed, then laughed more when Daniel coughed smoke out vigorously as he threw the pipe in my hands.

"Anyway", he began again after catching his breath, "I hear you're a purdy skilled archer."

"Well, with years of experience.", I said, trying to be modest. Did he say "purdy"?

"Thinking maybe you could gimme a demonstration?", he asked as I took my hit from the bowl.

"Uh, yeah sure.", I answered, setting the half burnt pipe into the opened travel bag at our feet. I reached into the back of the buggy to grab my bow and quiver. I wrapped the bow across my chest, set the quiver down in the seat and reached up towards an apple tree. As the horses pulled us past it, I picked four red apples and gave them to Daniel.

"Toss these at will.", I told him, removing my bow and replacing it with the quiver. I pulled an arrow out and prepared to fire.

The first apple flew off to my right. I waited until it fell in line and let the arrow fly. It pierced the apple and struck a tree, pinning it to the bark. The second came off to the left faster than I was expecting. My fingers struggled for a few moments but not long enough to throw me off my game. An arrow flew straight through the trees, taking the apple with it. The third and fourth apples soared high into the air in front of the buggy. As fast as I could react, I drew an arrow and let it loose into the sky. I drew another as an apple fell to the earth and released the arrow. It struck the fruit before it hit the ground, leaving the arrow sticking up out of the dirt with an apple on its end.

Daniel looked up in the sky.

"You may wanna scoot over a little bit.", I told him as I sat down.

He looked at me funny and quickly moved over.

The arrow that I released into the sky came back down and stuck in the bench of the buggy, between the two of us. As Daniel sat next to me on the other side of the arrow with a surprised look about him, I reached over and slid the apple up off the feathers. Ignoring the arrow stuck between us, I took a bite from the apple and sat back.

"Well?", I asked, mouth full of fruit.

"Well, shit, son", Daniel said, "I don't reckon the king has any archer half that skilled."

"Don't give him too much credit, Hobo.", said Jacob as he climbed up and yanked my arrow out of the middle seat. "Missing something?", he asked me, handing me the arrow as he sat down.

"Yeah and three others back there, somewhere.", I answered, pointing behind us and returning the arrow to my quiver.

He looked through the covers of the buggy into the background then back at me. "Seriously?", he questioned, "You owe me a gram for this."

Jacob jumped into the buggy then out the back to retrieve my missing arrows. "I didn't ask, but thanks!", I yelled to him. He didn't turn around, just flipped me off. So I laughed.

"He's lucky I got my boys here taking it slow.", Daniel said, motioning to the horses.

"So when will we get there?", I asked.

"I can usually make these runs in about two days.", he told me, holding up two fingers. "That's not counting yesterday when I picked y'all up."

"Do you ever sleep?", I asked, tossing my apple core into the grass.

"Not on the job.", he answered. "I reckon that's why I spend most my days off nappin' in a hammock."

"Sounds peaceful.", I said.

"It has its moments.", Daniel replied. "How 'bout you? What's it like up there in them mountains?"

"Cold", I joked, "To say the least. Rough. Every day is a new fucking assignment or chore. I think I might have taken up more responsibility than I could handle, to tell you the truth."

"That experience is gonna help you in the long run.", he told me. "Alotta people in the city are looking to employ these days."

"Really?", I asked, looking towards him.

"Oh yeah.", he answered, nodding his head. "Business owners, farmers, even some work within the castle, if yer lucky."

"I'm feeling lucky already.", I proclaimed, leaning back and putting my hands behind my head.

"That's because you've always had all the luck.", Jacob stated as he climbs back up to the front of the buggy. He handed me my arrows and I put them away as he sat down. "I have this fat sign on my face that says, 'IM VULNERABLE, FUCK ME!', in bold capital letters."

"If I saw you holding up a sign like that, I'd think you're trying to get laid.", I said, laughing.

Jacob looked down for a moment, then nodded his head. "Yeah, and you'd probably be right.", he said.

The three of us laughed then Jacob stuck his hand into my still open travel bag and pulled out the pipe. As he searched for my matchbox, he came across Daniel's extinguished, downgraded torch. "What the fuck is this?", he asked, holding it up.

"An advancement in technology.", Daniel answered, grinning widely.

Jacob starred blankly at him for a few seconds then waved it in his face. "This is a stick.", he said, abruptly.

Daniel chuckled and Jacob threw the sort-of-torch onto the ground. Grabbing the matchbox, he pulled one out and took it upon himself to finish what was left. I looked at him, he glanced back.

"Consider this a quarter of what you owe me.", he told me.

I shook my head and snickered a little, thinking of a number of names I could call him for that: dick, asshole, bitch, cocksucker, etc; but couldn't decided on one.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my slightly crushed pack of six to eight month old cigarettes and pulled two out.

Handing one to Jacob, I looked over to Daniel and asked, "Want a smoke?"

"No thanks.", he said, holding up a hand. "Just quit not too long ago."

I chuckled. "Us too.", I said. Daniel looked at me, obviously wondering what would make us ever want to touch another cigarette again. "Old habits die hard, I guess.", I stated.

"Ain't that the damn truth.", Jacob said, puffing his cigarette.

I lit a match, fired up the open end of my cigarette and puffed the tobacco. "You don't mind that we smoke, do you?", I asked Daniel as smoke rolled off my lips.

"Nah, do yer thang.", he said waving his arm.

I continued to puff, as did Jacob. Time slowly went by and, now that I was awake, my anxiety to move started to take effect. My leg began bouncing and I started to chew on the tip of my tongue. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

The wind picked up, causing the trees' leaves to rustle and creating a soothing natural sound. It echoed through my ears and tingled my brain as I focused in on it. I took a deep inhale through my nose and picked up a mixture of scents. I smelled the pollen of lilac but knew there were none of the flower to be found in sight. A sweeter smell, almost like honey, flooded the air behind the lilac, followed by the algae-like scent of a nearby stream or river. Overall, the most noticeable was the smell of the summer air. Something I've never experienced. It was indescribable, but I loved it.

Opening my eyes, I looked ahead of us and noticed that the road forked in opposite directions. Daniel tugged the reins, pulling the horses' direction towards the left. The road on the right curved around a wall of trees.

"Where's that road lead?", I asked Daniel, pointing to the right.

"To Hell.", he answered. He looked out to the other road then placed his view back in front of us. "Word 'round the kingdom lately is a rising band of smugglers been raising all kinds around. The king's scouts seem to think the forest that road leads into harbours their hideout."

"So you're inside the king's inner circle, huh?", Jacob asked, sounding quite cocky.

"Shit boy, I grew up with that righteous clump of fur.", he answered. "We used to be closer than two nuts in a ball sack."

Jacob and I laughed hysterically while Daniel chuckled at his own pun.

"Okay, so what happened?", Jacob questioned him.

"Whatdoya mean?"

"You said 'used to be'.", I answered for Jacob. "Aren't the two of you still close?"

"Oh.", Daniel responded. He paused for a moment, deep in thought. "Not as much as I would like."

"What happened?", Jacob repeated.

"He married and became king.", Daniel answered.

"AND became king?", I emphasized. "I thought he was born into royalty."

"Nope.", Daniel said. "The queen was. The two of us grew up on a farm not too far from the city. We would venture into town to sell crops and what not and one day, a couple years ago, he bumped into the queen. Literally. Knocked the girl flat on her ass."

I snickered at the thought while Daniel continued to reminisce.

"Long story short, Cupid fucked 'em both with his heart shaped arrows.", Daniel told us. "He fell in love, married, then the responsibility he took on overpowered our friendship."

"That blows.", Jacob stated.

"Yer telling me?", Daniel questioned, looking over to him. "Shit."

Daniel shook his head as he summoned up the rest of his story.

"Course, I understand, I just miss the time we'd spend together.", he concluded.

"Is that how you winded up shipping his shit back and forth?", Jacob asked.

"Kinda.", Daniel answered. "He told me he'd give me any job I asked for."

"So you asked for this?", Jacob questioned, motioning to the buggy.

"I can see why.", I butted in. "There's country blood in his veins."

"Damn straight.", Daniel stated, pointing at me.

All fell silent for a while. Jacob decided to kill time by napping through the rest of the morning. I, on the other hand, stayed up front with Daniel.

The sights before me truly amazed me. All I've known is life in the snow. My mother would tell me stories of the land below the mountains when I was a child. Of course, overtime, I grew up and she ran out of bedtime material. Still, I held onto those stories, in hopes that I'd get to make some of my own someday. I smiled when I thought about telling her mine. I know she'd enjoy hearing them as much as I did.

As I took in the surrounds, I caught a sudden kush craving. I reached in my travel bag that still sat at my feet and pulled out my tin case. I frowned when I opened it. Inside sat a few pieces of bud, enough to fill my pipe, maybe, two more times.

"Fuck.", I proclaimed, starring at the remaining marijuana.

Daniel looked over and chuckled when he gathered my problem.

"We'll be passing through a small town in 'bout twenty minutes or so.", Daniel told me. "I reckon we can make a quick stop so you can fill up."

"Point me towards the right building, we can get back on the road in no time.", I replied.

As Daniel said, we soon arrived in a small, remote town. So remote, that the fact that his route to the mountains ran through it made me skeptical. Somehow, I get the feeling Daniel made a detour somewhere. Probably hoping for another free buzz. Mooch. Good thing he's a likeable guy.

Though it was small, the town was live with activity. People of all different species moved about the wide road that ran through its center, leaving little room for the buggy to move through. Kiosks filled with an uncountable number of items for sale were everywhere and it seemed like each one had its hands full, attempting to satisfied each customer.

"Small town?", Jacob stated, poking his head up from the back of the buggy. "This is merchant central!"

Daniel and I looked at each other then at Jacob. He looked back at us.

"Yeah. I heard.", he said. "You try sleeping on wood."

"I told you to prepare.", I reminded him as he sat down between Daniel and I. "You should of packed more than a pillow."

"I still have more fun than you.", he replied.

"Give it time.", I joked.

The buggy moved slowly through the crowd as the horses walked. People weaved around us, voices creating so much commotion that it put new meaning to the phrase, "can't hear myself think".

"There's no way all these people live here.", Jacob said, looking about the crowd, although I knew his eyes were on every set of tits he could find.

"Nah, most of 'em own patches of land in random areas nearby.", Daniel informed him. "Where do ya think all this produce comes from?"

"Yeah, but ALL of them?", Jacob questioned further.

"Okay, so I don't know where they all come from.", Daniel surrendered. "Sue me."

"I might have to.", Jacob said. "There are some hot chicks here, man!" He stood up, howled and started to hump the air.

I laughed and pulled him back down by his tail. "Easy, boy.", I said, patting him on the head.

Daniel pulled the reins and brought the buggy to a halt.

"There ya go.", he said, pointing to our right. "That's the one you want."

I followed Daniel's finger to a small, single story building. It, like most of the others here, was crafted from a dark wood and painted with a kind of stale green color. It only had two windows, one on each side of the door, and a small overhang. The paint was chipped off in several areas and some of the wood was split.

Talk about needing renovations.

I jumped down from the buggy and proceeded to walk towards the door. I think I heard Jacob jump down as well but he didnt come through the door behind me before I closed it.

I looked around the room. The inside was much less of an eye sore. Two long showcases stretched the length of the side walls and a third against the back. Each one had three separate shelves, all loaded with opened containers filled with pot. Each container had a different label and different price and each piece of bud had a different look.

Why couldn't we build one of these at home?

"Can I help you?", asked a young woman behind the back showcase.

She's a wolf, like Jacob and right about our age, but unlike any I've seen. Her fur is a brilliant purple followed up by a white as bright as the snow in the mountains. What really caught me off guard were her wings.

She has wings? Awesome.

She wore a black V-neck tee, which made her tits pop up in your face, and a tight pair of blue jeans. Her eyes are a lovely blue shade, she's thin and sexy, her rack is perky and her ass plump like a bubble. I felt my eyebrows fly up at first sight. Instantly, my first thought was bending her over the showcase.

Damn, that's good lookin' pussy.

"Honey, you already have.", I said, walking up to the showcase.

"Well then, don't let the door hit your fine toned ass on the way out.", she joked with a smile.

"Oh, you like it?", I asked, turning my back to her. "I try my best to work those muscles for the ladies." I squeezed my butt checks together a few times and whipped myself with my tail.

She giggled and started to twiddle with the fur on her cheek.

"What can I do for you?", she asked, leaning over the showcase.

You can stay just like that while I motorboat those luscious jugs.

"Well, I came in here expecting to buy and bounce.", I said, trying to show some respect and hold the eye contact. She's not making it easy. "But there's so much to choose from."

"You're not in a hurry, are you?", she asked, flaunting her goods.

"Unfortunately, I am.", I said, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Awe, that's too bad.", she replied, lifting herself off the showcase. "Where ya headed?"

"Castle walls.", I answered. "As much as I'd hate to leave you by your lonesome, I got to get back on the road. Think maybe you could find me something cheap and potent?"

"That I can.", she smiled and walked around to one of the other showcases, rocking her ass in front of me.

Oh my God, I wanna play them like bongo drums.

"Everything in this case is the cheapest we have.", she told me, pushing both index fingers down on the glass. "The higher the shelf, the higher the potency."

I took a quick look through the top shelf. My eye caught a container filled with green bud that practically glew with bright orange hairs and thick crystals but the price was a tad too high for me. I stopped my gaze on another, its bud was practically as purple as the girl's coat, and the hairs were nearly pink. It didn't have as many crystal as the orange haired ones but it all looked delicious to me.

I continued to skim through the showcase, observing all the colors, crystals and smells. I stood there, browsing, for a good while until I found myself doing nothing but sniffing the aroma air.

"Hey, down, Fido.", she said, softly pushing my snout down with a single finger. "Take me out before you try getting frisky." She giggled and leaned over the showcase once more.

"I can't decide.", I announced, feeling overwhelmed. Although I don't know what got to me more, the amense amount of weed or her flirtatious attitude. "What do you suggest?"

"I", she slightly emphasized her first word as she reached into the showcase, "Would put my money here." She pulled out the purple bud my eye caught earlier.

She pulled a single bud from the container and held it in front of me. I got my nose as close as possible and took a whiff.

"Mmm. That's because it's as yummy as you are.", I flirted.

That was fucking cheesy. Why'd I say that?

She laughed with her sexy smile and placed the bud back inside the container.

"I'll take your word for it, sweetheart.", I told her, opening my coin bag. "How much?"

"Fifty copper for an eighth.", she informed me, reaching in her back pocket and pulling out a baggie.

"Damn, girl.", I said, searching through my coins to find an even amount. "Sexy and expensive. Be careful, that's a pretty deadly combo."

She giggled, went around to the showcase against the back wall and pulled a scale out from underneath. And I watched that ass bounce every step of the way.

"Make sure you get a good look.", she said, smiling, when she came back around with the scale.

"A good one is never enough.", I told her as I pulled out a group of coins. "Let's see, how about I give ya twenty copper, three silver, and a kiss goodbye? I'll even let you watch me walk out the door."

"That'll do just fine.", she said as she giggled.

"Awesome.", I stated as I passed her the coins.

She took them from me and started to weigh out the purple weed. I watched the scale carefully and noticed that she slipped me a couple grams extra. She slid the buds off the scale into the baggie she pulled out before, rolled it up and zipped it.

"I spend a lot of my time in the city. Maybe I'll see you there.", she told me, walking around the showcase with my weed.

"Fingers crossed.", I said, holding my hand up and crossing my fingers.

She giggled as she walked up to me but didn't hand me the bag. Instead, she got much closer than I expected, slipped the baggie in my back pocket as she grabbed my ass with both hands, leaned on me and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Surprise overwhelmed me at first followed by an enormous rush of adrenaline and lust as I wrapped my arms around her and stuck my tongue in hers. As we stood in the center of the store in a hot, passionate make out session, she ever so softly let out a whimper that stirred my blood and sent it rushing to my dick. I think, no, in fact, I know she could feel it growing when she squeezed my ass and slid her hand up the back of my shirt. Her claws dug into my back which got my blood flowing even more. Just when I was about to lose control, she pulled away, saliva stretching across the gap between our tongues until it severed and fell to the floor.

"Didn't think I was gonna let you walk out on that kiss, didja?", she seductively asked, giving me that sexy smile, still leaning on me (and my still rising cock) and running her hands down my chest.

"Oh, I wasn't gonna go nowhere.", I lied, I didn't think she was serious about the kiss. "You just beat me to the punch."

"Oh, I'm sure.", she replied, traveling me with her hands and eyes. "But I don't think you're going to walk out just yet."

"What could possibly make you think that?", I asked, stroking her sides and gripping her bubble butt.

"Because you have a much bigger problem than the road ahead.", she answered and looked down between us. "And I think it's ready to be solved."

She looked back up at me with that same sexy smile, lifted her weight off me, took my hand and lead me through a doorway behind the showcases. As soon as we walked through, she slammed me up against the wall and stuck her tongue back in my mouth. My blood and adrenaline rushed once more, and at that point, I was so hard that the zipper began to scrap the head of my dick.

"Dammit.", I said, slipping my tongue out of her mouth, popping off the button on my jeans and pulling my fly down. My cock instantly poked through between the slit of my boxers and the zipper, throbbing and pressed up against her slender tummy.

She looked down at it, smiled, then looked back up to me. "Don't worry, I'll make it quick.", she said slowly sliding down my body.

"Wait, wait, wait.", I said, quickly. "What's your name?"

"Selina.", she answered, licking her lips as she started to stroke me with both hands.

Fuck. Yes.

"Nathaniel.", I huffed out, my breathing becoming harder and slower by the second.

She smiled wide. "Nice to meet you.", she said then kissed me softly once more. "Enjoy, Nathaniel."

She slid down my chest, starring me in the eye and got on her knees.

Selina began with a slow, rotating handjob, stroking my cock from base to tip with care. She rested her head against my leg and mine fell back, my eyes closed tight. Her hand sliding up and down my length, she squeezed my ass again. She brought that same hand around, not taking it off of me for a second, and started to stroke harder and faster with both hands. Every time her hands hit the base, my muscles tightened and a wave a pleasure coursed through me. I felt my heart pounding behind my ribcage and my legs turned even more into jellow as time went by.

I looked back down to her where her head sat against my leg as she looked up at me, stroking, rubbing, massaging and working for the white stuff. A tingle rose at the head of my dick and spread through every inch she had between her hands. I almost couldn't stand, it felt so fucking good.

"Ooo.", Selina said, lifting her head from my leg and looking at my meat in her hands. "Precum."

She looked up at me to make sure I was watching then stuck her tongue out and licked my tip, slow.

"Ugghh...", I muffled as I threw my head back again. "Don't tease too much, missy.", I said as I looked back down and rubbed her cheek with my thumb.

Her hands stopped and she shrugged. "Have it your way.", she said.

Before I could respond, to anything for that matter, she forced my shaft into her mouth and practically swallowed my cock.

"Aaahhhh God...", I moaned, dropping my jaw as I started to pant. "Mmm, wet and warm..."

Her lips and tongue slid down and back up my length, leaving a mixed trail of messy saliva and precum. She paused for a moment to toy with the head with her tongue as she looked me in the eye. She slurped and slobbered on the head for a while, which made me want to drop to my knees.

Watching me tremble in pleasure, Selina giggled, stretched her arms up to me and started to scratch and claw my chest under my tee. She shoved my dick back in her mouth and sucked me like her and I have done this before. Her head moved fast, forward as she took me in and back as she pulled it out. Selina continuously bobbed her head, sucking my dick and sending me to heaven.

She sucked harder, faster, tilting her head up and down as my cock slipped in and out between her lips. She softly gripped the base and began stroking me again with one hand as she stuffed the rest of me down her throat, over and over and over again.

Man, she is making it quick.

I felt my cock tingle even more and the pleasure increased every time my head slid in her mouth, every time she stroked my shaft, every seductive look she gave me sent me for a whirl as she did her damned best to suck the cum right out of me. I had no intention of disappointing her.

I must have made a weird face because I heard her giggle with my dick still in her mouth, though she never skipped a beat. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth tight as I felt the release begin to surface. She must have noticed that, too, because as soon as I did, her hands went back up my shirt to claw my chest and she began violently shoving every last inch down her throat. I heard her slobber as she swiftly swallowed me, speeding up and sucking like a queen. She started to whimper a little every time she fit the last bit in her mouth. Once I heard that, I lost it.

"Oohhhh, FUCK, SELINA!", I yelled and quickly looked down to her to watch her take care of her mess.

Her sweet lips and that warm tongue worked so amazingly. Emotion exploded inside me as I came, my cock throbbing endlessly, her slobber and spit lubed my shaft and she didn't stop sucking for a second until I let it all out in her mouth.

Hyperventilating and struggling to stay on my feet, I slid my fingers through the fur on her head as she slowly sucked the mess off of me and popped my head out of her mouth. She swallowed, licked her lips then kissed the head before shoving it back in my boxers and buttoning my jeans.

She rose to her feet, leaned on me, kissed me, pulled me down so her lips could reach my ear and whispered, "There better be more in there for me next time, mister.", as she rubbed my still recovering cock through my pants.

I grinned and moved my lips down to her ear. "Be careful what you wish for.", I whispered to her, "You may get more than you could handle."

She giggled and we spent a few more minutes making out. Even though I just shot my load down her throat. But I didn't care. If I'm in the mood, there isn't a lot I wouldn't do.

Selina and I walked back into the main room, I kissed her once more, and waved to her as I walked out the door.

On the other side, the buggy still sat where Daniel stopped. Daniel himself was stretched across the bench, lying on his back, reading a book. Jacob is probably in the back.

I started to walk towards Daniel when I heard another girl next to me giggle. I looked and found a golden retriever girl making out with... wait.

"Jacob?", I called, feeling pretty sure it was him.

The figure kissing the girl turned around. "Oh, hey, Nate.", Jacob said, revealing his face with the girl at his side. "Took you long enough."

This is what you've been doing the whole time? And you say you have more fun than me.

I shook my head, laughing and said, "Let's go, Mr. Romantic."

Not waiting for him, I walked over to the buggy and tapped Daniel's head. He looked up at me.

"'Bout time.", he said, lifting himself up to make room for Jacob and I. "From the second you walked through that door, Jake over here was smoochin' all over that piece of jailbait."

"Easy.", Jacob told him, pointing a finger and climbing up to his place on the buggy. I followed behind him as he continued. "No need for names. She's actually a really nice girl."

"There must be something wrong with her if she let you soffocate her like that.", Daniel said, although I couldnt tell if he was kidding.

Daniel lightly snapped the reins to get the horses moving. They pulled the buggy down the road as the crowd went around. As we left the town, I took one last look back towards the building Selina and I had our intimate relations.

There was something off putting about her. I don't regret what we did. For that matter, I'm glad. I needed that. And I sure as hell plan to get in there if I run into her in the city. But as right as it felt, it also felt wrong in a way. A way I couldn't put my finger on. It bugged me and picked at my brain for a good while as the three of us pressed towards the city. As much as the thought started to irritate me, I can say this: that girls gives great head.

After some time passed, I was releaved of the itch in my head and focused on the road ahead.

"So what didja get?", Jacob asked me as Daniel's steeds lead us through a thick wooded area.

"Some purple stuff.", I answered as I dug in my back pocket for the baggie. As I pulled it out and handed it to Jacob, I realized something. "You know, every one of those containers of bud they had was priced and labeled in big bold letters. I never even found out was this shit's called."

"Then why the fuck did you buy it?", Daniel asked, looking at me funny.

"The, uh, store clerk recommended it.", I answered.

"Who cares what it's called, look at this shit!", Jacob exclaimed, slapping the bag of weed. "It's fucking purple, man!"

I chuckled and took the baggie from his hands. "What say we blow one out for Mary Jane herself, boys?", I asked, pulling my pipe from my travel bag.

"I can toast to that.", Jacob stated, raising his hand like he was tipping a glass of fine wine.

Daniel looked at me like he was surprised that I asked. "Really.", he said. "Do I really have to answer that?", he asked, rhetorically.

"Don't be a buzz kill, Dannyboy, we haven't even christened our lungs with this strange, delicious looking hunk of sweet mama.", Jacob babbled as he drooled, watching me prepare to roll a joint as I dug in my travel bag for rolling papers.

"You want me to do it?", Jacob asked, pointing towards the paper in my hand.

I shook my head. "I got it.", I said.

For the first time in a while, I was able to roll the marijuana cigarette with ease. My fingers didn't struggle and the paper, as well as the yummy purple bud, cooperately fully. For the first time in a while, I felt like I was living up to my father's nickname.

"Well, well", Jacob said, crossing his arms, "Look who got his mojo back." He pat my shoulder. "Welcome back, Father Kush."

Daniel chuckled. "I like that.", he said.

"It was my dad's nickname.", I told Daniel as I lit the joint. "My mom gave him that nickname and it stuck. With everyone."

"I don't think there was a single person in our village who didn't know him as Father Kush.", Jacob stated, pointing a finger then taking the joint from my hand.

"What happened to your old man, Nate?", Daniel asked me, leaning forward and giving me all his attention.

"Uh..", I sorta said, looking off into the distance and gathered the memories I wish I could forget. "Well, he died."

"Right. I gathered that.", Daniel said, then caught himself slipping up. "No disrespect.", he told me, holding up his arms.

"You're good.", I assured him, pointing towards Jacob for Daniel to take the joint he's had held out to him for a good while. "We really don't know what happened to him..."

"On Nate's tenth birthday party, his dad showed up at the last possible second.", Jacob picked up for me. "Just before Ms. Hart was about to have his ass on a plate."

"Wait, MS. Hart?", Daniel questioned, passing the joint back to me. "They never wed?"

"They believed, in a relationship, there was no need for any other form of bondage between the couple, like getting married.", I said, taking the stick and starring into the sky. "They raised me to believe that there was no bond more sacred than that of love. They told me I would know what true love felt like when I found it. And when I did, to do my damn best not to fuck it up."

"They were right to teach you that.", Daniel said.

"Anyway", Jacob began again as I puffed the joint, "Mr. Hart didn't stay longer than ten minutes. Just long enough to give him that bow", he pointing behind us, into the back of the buggy, "Tell him he loved him and walked back out the door into a snowstorm."

"None of us ever saw him again.", I stated, passing Jacob the joint and lowering my head. "We assume he's dead."

"I'm sorry, son.", Daniel told me. "That's a terrible burden to hold on your shoulders."

"Yeah, well, shit happens, I guess.", I proclaimed.

Jacob slapped me upside the back of my head. "I'll cut your tail off, inch by inch, if you ever blow that off as 'shit happens' again.", he told me, passing Daniel the joint.

I gave Jacob an eye piercing stare then turned my head to the scenery. Well, considering our current location, there really isn't much scenery other than the thousands of trees. But between the trees, I saw small, red mushroom patches in the grass everywhere under the leafs. The suns rays shine down between the leafs and light up areas of the green forest floor. Above, small clouds scattered across the blue sky joined the sun at the peak of its pass.

Something wizzed by my face, all our faces actually.

"What the fuck was that?", Jacob blurted out as Daniel stopped the buggy and we all looked.

We found that someone had thrown a hatchet at us, whether they were trying to hit us or not, it almost grazed my nose as it went by and stuck in a tree to our left.

Daniel looked at us with a frightened look on his face. "Smugglers.", he said.

"That's such a cruel term.", said a british voice in the direction the hatchet came from.

I wasted no time reaching for my bow and quiver in the back, drawing an arrow back and pointing to my right and searching for the first figure I could find. A black silhouette came out of the trees as calm as can be.

"We prefer to be called rebels.", said the armored up fox that made himself visible.

I stood up, bow still aimed and readied to fire on him, and jumped down. "In about five seconds, you can call yourself fucking screwed.", I told him, lining the arrowhead up with his throat. "And don't think I don't have enough arrows for all of you!", I yelled into the background as I scouted the area, waiting for his buddies to show.

"Nathan!", I heard Jacob yell as I felt a sharp tip pierce the skin on the back of my head.

"Nice bow.", said another male voice behind me, pushing the tip of his arrow deeper into my skin. I clenched my teeth and bared my fangs.

"Why don't you just put that down.", said the fox in front of me who I was desperate to annihilate.

I wanted so much to release my arrow into his jugular, but taking a few moments to consider my options, I eased the string of my bow forward, slowly set it and the arrow on the ground in front of me and held my hands in the air.

"Good boy.", the fox said as he pat my head like a pet dog.

I snarled loud and snapped at his hand, hoping to rip meat and taste blood. I wanted to tear this guy apart.

The other archer behind me removed his arrow from my head and quickly moved around in front of my face, revealing the white fur and long ears of a rabbit. His bow seemed primitive compared to mine and the arrows were sloppily crafted.

The fox walked up, bent down and picked up my bow and the arrow. Then he removed my quiver and put it all on his back. Two more smugglers, a fat hog and a short, slender doe, came out of the trees on the other side. They pointed swords at Daniel and Jacob's throats.

"Get down.", the doe said.

The two of them jumped down as the archer and other two grunts threw us to our knees and began tying our hands behind our backs.

The fox put a hand to his mouth and whistled loud. Instantaneously, a dozen of other smugglers came out of the trees and proceeded to search the buggy.

"You're a little late, son.", Daniel said, sitting between me and Jacob.

"There's nothing here!", yelled one of the smugglers at the back of the buggy. "Just a couple bags of random shit."

"Hey, this one's got some prizes.", said another, holding my hunting backpack. "Look at this.", he pulled my crossbow out and flashed it to the others around him.

The fox looked at Daniel with a devilish smile. "It appears it wasn't a complete loss.", he said. "Get the buggy back to the hideout. We can still make a profit off it and the horses." He walked over to me, where the rabbit archer stood still holding a drawn arrow to my face, and bent down. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out for the three of you.", he said, grinning.

I growled in fury but was cut short by the hilt of a sword bashing the back of my head, knocking me out.

My head pounding and feeling in a daze, I opened my eyes and vigorously began blinking, trying to force my vision to straighten so I could see where I was. After a few moments, I found myself lying in hay on a cold, dirt floor. Looking around, I discovered I was in a holding cell. Jacob and Daniel were still knocked out in their own cells.

I stumbled over to the bars of my cell. "Jake!", I hollered, hoping he and Daniel were okay. Instead of saying anything, moving his head or acknowledging me in anyway, he snored like a pig like he does when he's fast asleep.

Of course.

I looked over to Daniel's cell where he had already gained consciousness and started to stand up, hand on his head.

"Danny", I said, grabbing my cell bars, "You alright?"

"I reckon.", he mumbled, stretching his back and looking about himself. "Nothing's missing."

Jacob snored loudly again and we both looked over to him.

"JACOB!", we yelled in unison.

He screeched like bloody murder and jumped up out of a deep sleep. His face went flat as he looked around in confusion. "Where are we?", he asked, standing up.

I looked around our cell room and I found that that is literally all it is. There was absolutely nothing else here but us, two rows of cells on opposite walls, a door and a single lantern hanging in the center of the room. However, I did noticed something strange. Not only the floor, but the walls and ceiling were dirt as well.

"We're underground, somewhere.", Daniel said. "Probably their hideout."

"What the fuck do we do?", Jacob questioned.

"You do nothing.", said the fox as he came through the door.

At the sight of him, adrenaline rushed and I threw myself at the bars of my cell closest to him, snarling and barking in rage.

"Come, now, boy, your not a wild animal anymore.", he said walking towards me.

"He tends to get this way when people knock him out and throw him in an underground cell.", Jacob said. "I had the same problem with him back home."

"Will you shut the hell up!", Daniel yelled at Jacob. "This is no time to be dicking around!" He walked up to the door of his cell and banged on the bars. "Let us out!" He demanded.

"Oh, right, no problem.", said the fox, rushing over to Daniel's cell and pulling keys out of a pocket. "Lemme just slip this puppy in and you can all be on your way, yeah?" He stopped and raised his arms. "What, you really thought I'd set you free just cause you said to?" He banged Daniel's cell. "Stupid hill billy."

The fox walked out to the front of the room. "I don't believe I've introduced myself, I'm Shaun.", he said, bowing. "Don't bother telling me your names, I'll just refer to you as 'my bitches'."

"Quit fucking around!", I yelled at him, still baring my fangs. "Open this fucking door so I can gut you!" I kicked the door of my cell.

Shaun casually walked practically right up to my face. "I would love to know just how far you think you'd get, mutt.", he said.

I reached through the bars, grabbed the chest plate of his armor and pulled hard smashing his head into the cell bars. I pushed him back forward and continued to smash his face into my cell till he fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Jesus Christ.", Daniel said.

"That's why I don't piss him off.", Jacob told him. "Can you get his keys, Nate?"

"Oh.", I responded. "Keys. Right." I wasn't even thinking about jacking his keys, I just wanted to mame him.

I reached down to where Shaun lied next to the bars of my cell and stuck my hand in one of his pockets. I grabbed something but it wasn't the keys. I pulled it out to find the bastard had taken my butterfly knife for himself. I put it in my pocket and reached into another pocket, pulling out the keychain. Rushing to the door of my cell, I started putting keys into the lock, trying to set myself free. The first one didn't work. Or the second. Or third or fourth.

"God dammit, come on!", I yelled. The fifth key went in, turned and we all heard the tumblers unlock the door.

"Thank god.", Jacob said as I sighed in relief.

I opened my door and tossed the keys to Jacob then went over to Shaun. I grabbed his chest plate again, lifted him up and punched him in the face. "Wake up!", I yelled.

His eyes opened in shock and he slowly brought himself to surface. "Fucking mutt!", he yelled back when he gained consciousness and punched me in the face.

I stumbled back a little and he kick me in the chest. I fell on my back but quickly rolled to my feet. I pulled out my butterfly knife, flipped it open and threw myself at Shaun, smashing into his chest plate with my shoulder when he stood up. He flew back and hit the dirt wall. As I approached him, he threw a punch which I blocked, countered with an uppercut to his chin, grabbed his wrist and used the butterfly knife to pin his hand to the dirt wall. Shaun screamed as the blade went through his flesh. I grabbed his other arm and slammed the palm of my free hand into his elbow, dislocating his bone from its socket. And again he screamed in pain.

I grabbed his chest plate yet again and smashed him up against the wall. I got real close in his face when he looked at me, cowering in misery. "Where's our shit?", I asked, baring my fangs.

"The buggy and horses are outside", he pleaded, eyes watering, "The boss has the rest of your stuff!"

"Where is he?", I questioned.

"Down the corridor.", he said groaning in agony. "His room is on the other side of the fight cage, just hug the left wall, you can't miss it."

"How do we get out?", I asked.

"Come back this way, just keep going straight.", he answered.

I yanked my butterfly knife from his hand, which made him scream again, then picked him up and threw him in my cell. I shut the door and Jacob came up behind me and locked it. Daniel walked up behind him and they both looked at me.

"Well?", I said, "Let's get our shit back."

We walked out the door and found ourselves in a dirt hallway lit up with a line of lanterns hanging from hooks on the underground hideout's support beams. I turned left and swiftly moved forward, Daniel and Jacob following behind me. We came to a small room with three other passageways and continued hugging the left wall. We took another turn and lead ourselves to a door at the end of a hallway. I cracked it open, which let loose an intense wave of cheering into the hallway, and peeked through. From what I could see, there were dozens of smugglers crowded around a large cell. Assuming that's the fight ring, I looked across the room where a grizzly bear dressed like a rebel soldier sat on a thrown. Another hallway was half visible behind him. It probably won't be easy sneaking around him. If I'm lucky, he'll keep his attention on the fight.

Closing the door, I turned to Jacob and Daniel who stood behind me. "Stay here.", I told them.

"Do what now?", Daniel questioned, giving me a look. "Have you lost your acorns, kid?"

Jacob raised a hand. "He knows what he's doing.", he told Daniel. "Go, hurry up.", he said, turning to me.

I quickly opened the door and walked in, closing it behind me. The room was circular and much larger than I thought, as was the cage. There were definitely many more of those thugs than I could of hoped. Thankfully, everyone of them crowded each other around the cage, cheering and holding up bags of coin as bets.

Praying I would stay unnoticed, I got behind the crowd and started to circle around towards where the big, bad bear sat. He had two other goons at his sides, laughing and cheering on the fight himself. I pressed up against the wall and crouched as I attempted to sneak past. I got behind them and stayed low to make sure no one on the other side of the cage noticed me. I'm screwed if they do.

Hurrying down the hallway, I opened the door to the boss man's room and went inside. I found a large, plush bed fit for a king, an enormous dresser with cloths tossed all over it and the floor and two lanterns hanging at the sides of the bed. The fat fuck even had carpeting in here.

In the corner, I saw my two bags, my lunch pail, Jacob's single bag and my bow and quiver. I didn't bother to check and make sure everything was there, I only grabbed the bags, struggled to fit them all on my back with my quiver. As soon as I walk back out there, I know they're going to notice me. I pulled out an arrow and readied to fire, just to be safe.

Opening the door, I crouched back down and rushed down the hallway. The fight still went on, everyone's attention still on the two in the cage. I took a deep breath and moved fast, crushing myself back against the wall and keeping as low as possible. I made it halfway back around.

Almost there..

"HEY!", someone yelled.

I looked and saw the smuggler on my side of the boss pointing a finger at me. As a few others began to turn and look in my direction, I lifted my bow, drew back the arrow and released, then quickly drew another and let it fly. The first struck the goon's arm, pinning it to the wall, the second pierced the opposite hand and did the same. He screamed as I burst into a full sprint towards the door.

"Get that kid!", I hear a deep voice scream to the crowd.

I didn't turn around to look, I didn't want to know how close I was to death. I got through the door and sprinted past Daniel and Jacob.

"RUN!", I screamed.

The three of us rushed down the corridor and turned the corner when we heard the door open again followed by a roar of voices chasing behind us. Running as fast as I could, I turned the corner where a smuggler had relaxed against the wall, smoking a cigarette further down the hall. As he noticed me and lifted his weight from the wall he rested against, I crouched under him and smashed him into the wall and kept moving. We flew past the room with the holding cells and sprinted hard. Light started to show at the end of the hallway but it seemed so far away. As it drew closer, my heart started to feel relief.

Jacob, Daniel and I stormed through what I had hoped was the main entrance. We ran a little ways out before stopping and looking for the buggy. I looked behind us and noticed two guys walking towards us.

I lifted my bow, firing an arrow into one's throat, slicing his jugular just like the buck from the field. He dropped and hit the ground hard, then I fired a second which hit the other in the kneecap.

I dropped the bags in front of Daniel and Jacob and rushed over to the smuggler rolling on his back, screaming and trying to pull the arrow out of his knee. I grabbed his tail, pulled till he rolled on his stomach and put my foot on the back of his neck.

"Where's our buggy?", I yelled at him.

"Around the back!", he yelled.

I turned to Daniel and Jacob. "Go!", I yelled, pointing my finger.

Turning back to the new cripple, "Get up", I said as I picked him up to his feet.

I carried him to the buggy where Jacob and Daniel were ready, waiting for me and threw the guy into the back then jumping in myself. Not a second later, Daniel snapped the reins, the horses reared and pulled the buggy into full speed.

"What the hell did you bring him for?", Jacob turned around and asked.

"Do you see any roads around?", I asked him. "He's the only one of us who knows the way out."

As the buggy speeds off, rocks sending it flying when the wheels rolled over them, I look at the smuggler leaned back against the side of the buggy, still crying and gripping his knee.

"Sack up.", I said to him as I knelt down in from of him. He ignored me. "Look at me.", I told him and he did. "Help us get back on the road and I'll make sure you get medical attention."

"You're on the wrong side.", he told me, laughing to himself but clearly still in pain. "Your supposed to steal from the rich."

My expression went flat. "Do I fucking look like Robin Hood to you?", I said, getting in his face. He didnt respond, just looked at me. "Don't help us", I started again, "And I'll put an arrow in your other knee and toss you out the back."

His eyes opened wide and I noticed he swallowed.

"Your choice.", I told him. "We don't NEED your help, but it works better for everyone if you do."

He looked at me for a few moments without a word. He attempted to stand up to look out the front, I helped him up and he leaned against the bench to stay up. Although all we saw where trees, he seemed to recognize the area.

"Make a sharp left.", he said, finally. "We'll come right out onto the road."

"Good.", I said. "'Cause I'm going to need that arrow back." I pointed at his leg.

Within the hour, we came out on a dirt road, just like he said, which lead us out of the forest from there. We came to find that the road we were on was the one Daniel spoke of earlier today, the one that branched off the fork in the road.

Okay, so that whole incident added a few more hours to our time on the road.

We came back into the town we passed through earlier and dropped the smuggler off at an infirmary. I got my arrow back, told the doctor it was a hunting accident. As we rode out of the town once more, I watched Selina's shop as we went by it, wondering if it was a good idea to stop and say hi. I decided not to.

It seemed like almost an hour later before we were back on the road where we were jumped by Shaun.

"Okay. I'll be the one to ask.", Jacob said, raising his hands. "What the FUCK just happened?"

"I said it once.", Daniel answered him. "Smugglers. Lookin' for a pay day."

"That was too close.", Jacob replied.

"Shit, yer tellin' me?", Daniel said, "We'd be being sold as sex slaves right now if it wasn't for Nate, here."

"No shit.", Jacob agreed and pat me on the back. "Good job, buddy, you saved our asses."

"I've never killed someone before.", I said, not raising my gaze from my feet.

"What?", Jacob asked.

"When we got outside.", I answered. "I didn't even pay attention. I just took him down like he was game."

I looked at Jacob and Daniel who were looking right back at me.

"I killed him.", I said, starring Jacob in the eye. "I killed him."