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--1

Khyha looked past the motley crew of benign drunks in her tavern to the windows down which the incessant rain cascaded. Night had fallen hours ago but the drunks with their jovial slurring and chugging kept things lively until they departed into the cold, wet night to return to their dwellings, one by one leaving Khyha closer to self-pitying solitude.

Being well-stacked and big-hipped, Khyha hadn't had any trouble catching a man half her age and twice her size. Her time with Buck had been quite a wonderful affair. He was a stallion whose body she had come to know intimately inside and out just as the opposite was true, but younger, more appropriate love stole him away. In a short and miraculously tearless parting, he kissed her on the cheek and bid her farewell in his dumb but heartfelt way. Khyha longed to cry hot tears and smack him on the face but she turned him loose with the best contrived wishes instead.

Now she sat alone in her tavern, love and sexual misadventures long lost in the past. Beautiful and sexy though she was, Khyha felt her age more than ever. By the common year she was forty-four and pushing one more year within a few days. She was tired and sore emotionally, but physically fine. Around the beloved drunks that kept her tavern open, she put on the mask, smiled, laughed and flirted. Alone she put her head in her long-fingered paws and sighed.

Thunder quaked through the tavern. Built upon a natural bridge as it was, reverberations attacked from all sides, particularly from below in the canyon. Bottles and glasses rattled heavily in deep-set and thickly-rimmed shelves but Khyha barely noticed.

Time to close up, but Khyha instead poured herself a drink. She would have welcomed company, and in fairy tale way she expected her love lost to come through the door, soaked to the bone, throwing himself at her mercy.

The raccoon sipped her drink. It made her throat tighten and her body quiver. It was a moonshine recipe passed down through the ranks of her family in clandestine shame. In fact, Khyha had found it in a trunk of her grandmother's belongings. The booze was an absurdly potent brew; Khyha sold her surplus to the gem miners to make dynamite.

An hour passed in tingly oblivion as Khyha's drunken mind admonished her. Losing her boyfriend had clearly been her own fault and not the inevitable course of a young stud sowing his wild oats. She likened herself to the most foolish of fools imaginable and as penance, in such queer drunkenness, she flopped back on her bar top and viciously diddled herself with the neck of an empty bottle. So desperate for self-abuse was Khyha that she didn't even bother to take off her ratty work dress. She just pulled it up around her hips and went at herself. Again and again she rammed it home, panting and crying out over the rush of the rain. When her climax at last erupted, so did a great crash of thunder rock the tavern as its lightning escort lit the place brilliantly, overriding the lanterns in one glorious flash.

--2

"You've heard tales of this shitty tavern," groaned the pretty mare over the din of the rainfall, "yet you can't lead us to it?"

"Hush your face and respect your leader," hissed the bandit at the front of the pack. All around her and her group was rain, forest and pitch darkness. Their lanterns cast a pathetic glow on their own paws, let alone the path ahead. "If it weren't for this rain, we'd be there already! It's somewhere through this awful forest!"

From the rear of the pack came some cry lost to the rain. "Shut up! Shut up and keep following!" the leader bellowed back, loudly enough to be heard clearly. As her hind paws sank into the mud and caked her trousers, she grunted and swore under her breath. The pussy at the tavern couldn't possibly be worth the trouble, she began to think. Not the wettest pussy, not the tightest asshole, not the sluttiest of slutty little tongues could possibly be worth braving a monsoon.

"There! There it is! ...I think!"

The leader turned and frantically searched for her calling subordinate. When she found her, she slogged closer and followed the pointing finger. Indeed, she saw the nebulous edges of the canyon even in the rain and the path leading up to the bridge. And there, nearly invisible in the sheets of rain, was the glow of Khyha's tavern.

"Excellent! Band up!" the leader called. Then again in another cardinal direction: "Band up! Band up, gather around me! Keep the mule close!"

She watched as her group came together into a tight cluster, all four of them, one clutching the reigns of a stout, listless pack mule. As their lantern lights pooled, so did their features become more apparent. Each was dressed down with leather armor, none damaged quite the same but they all clearly had their scraps. Short swords on each hip, daggers on the thighs, little satchels of loot on the hips. The leader herself - a skunk with a scarred but not sightless left eye. She kept her silvery hair short yet still feminine. Clockwise around the group was her second in command, a mare; then a kangaroo with the reigns, and finally the shortest of them all, a hyena.

"The tavern is just up ahead," the skunk said, "just a bit further now."

"What about the loot?" the kangaroo asked, her long snout quirked with a nasty grin.

"We'll get to that," the skunk grinned back. "Move out. Close together."

--3

The door to the tavern slung open and there was Khyha flopped back upon the bar. Though her dress was halfway-decently around her knees, the scent of pussy was heavy in the air, however it was fast overridden by wet fur as the bandits trudged in one by one, bringing with them muddy tracks.

Khyha sat up in an instant and stared half-buzzed at the intruders. "Oh," she said with an awkward and nervous smile, "I forgot to lock up. Tavern's closed."

The skunk, tall and toned, smiled impishly at Khyha and smoothed back her soaked hair. "You'd send a group of weary travelers back out into the cold, rainy night? Not a very hospitable thing, are you?"

"And here we'd heard very different," the mare chimed in to the skunk's mild annoyance.

Khyha twisted on her plush behind and put her feet on the floor. Chuckling easily, she said, "Well, now, I could perhaps put you four up if you're all right with sleeping in the floor. I've got some extra bedding, and some towels you could dry with, but this establishment is now dry. No booze."

"Really, now," the skunk said with forged interest as she padded right behind the bar.

The raccoon's expression turned sour and she made to step around the bar too. However the mare and the kangaroo both grabbed her by the arms, ignoring her shriek and struggle. Unobstructed, the skunk grabbed down a bottle of liquor at random, popped the cork and treated herself to a slug of the stuff. "Hmm, doesn't seem very dry to me," she said with a malevolent grin.

"Just my luck," Khyha groaned. "All right, all right! Just take what you want and go. My life's not worth the liquor in here."

"Indeed it's not, and indeed we plan to take what we want," said the skunk as she passed the liquor off to the hyena, her only compatriot with free paws. The hyena cackled and gleefully chugged from the bottle only for the mare to snatch it and finish it off. The kangaroo, however, seemed content to stay sober. Instead of the liquor bottle, the marsupial reached for one of Khyha's tits and began to palm it.

"Ah," Khyha winced, "stop that. What could you even want from an old woman like me?"

"I think I already found what I'm after," the kangaroo sneered.

"Besides," the skunk smirked in, "don't be coy. We came here just to see you."

"Did we?" the mare asked with a wary glance at the skunk.

Here the leader chuckled and grabbed Khyha's muzzle which she squeezed and softly shook from side to side. "If I told you, my fellow thieves, that what we came to steal was not gold or gems but pleasure from a hot barkeeper, would you have tolerated the rain?"

"Probably not," the mare admitted. "But while we're here..."

"Ugh, dammit," Khyha huffed.

The skunk shucked off her armor and bared a curiously padded, ragged shirt beneath. "Seeing as how this was my idea, as usual, I get first swing at our playmate. Get her on her knees."

Both the mare and kangaroo eased Khyha down to her knees quite gently all things considered. They unhanded her but stayed close by, their mitts not on their swords but the threat of violence implicit in their willingness to rape.

Khyha watched with eyes more annoyed than scared as the skunk unbuttoned and slipped off her shirt. Annoyance shifted to surprise when it came to be that this skunk had two sets of tits, a plush upper set and a smaller, less noticeable, but no less real lower set. Dressed down in soft white fur with a barbell set in each nipple, it was obvious to Khyha that the skunk probably relied on her impressive tits to get her way with men. This wasn't something Khyha was unfamiliar with.

Down went the skunk's muddy trousers to bare her shapely, strong legs. More importantly, Khyha saw that the skunk was at the very least a dickgirl. Heavy balls covered in more white fur hung between her legs while a black cock, thick and uncircumcised hung tiredly over the scrotum like a snoozing serpent. All at once, Khyha decided that she could tolerate this situation.

"I've heard from fellow thieves and old friends," grinned the skunk, "that yours is a mouth unlike any other." She gripped her thick, musky pride and eased back the foreskin to bare the wet glans beneath. "Prove it on this. It's very real, just like these breasts are, just like the pussy under these balls." As Khyha reverently took the skunk's member past her full lips, said skunk crooned, "Let me remove the suspense by telling you, yes, all of us have cocks and balls for sucking and fucking. We have wet pussies you might have your nose buried in. And if we so feel like it, we have tight assholes which may just need to be spit-shined before we leave... Behave, don't think about biting, and this visit will pass without incident."

Just fine with me, Khyha thought as she suckled the swelling, dark cockflesh in her muzzle. A pack of horny hermaphrodites to keep her busy until sunup? It brought back fond memories. As if to show the skunk that hers was an obedient demeanor, Khyha reached up with her spindly-fingered paws to palm the skunkette's heavy sack and tickle the folds of her hidden pussy. When the skunk sighed and ordered that the raccoon be stripped, Khyha knew she was in for a night of heavenly fucking.

"Just look at her go!" the hyena cackled as her short tail lashed. Quite eagerly she pranced from side to side and it seemed apparent to Khyha that she was the youngest of the group, though none of the thieves were over-the-hill like she herself was. Moreover, if the hyena was a young and energetic one, so would she offer up a good, rough fucking. That was all Khyha could think of as she gulped and slobbered the skunk's endowment. Though acclimated to stallion-sized cocks with copious pre to guzzle down, she could appreciate the more manageable girth the skunk thief had to offer. Her penis was every bit of nine inches and the smell of the pre, typical for a skunk, was heady with musk to play with Khyha's senses. Given her gender, the smell was a mixture of both sexes, and as Khyha was as at home with a cock in her mouth or with her nose in a pussy, the arousal was twofold for her.

From the skunk's sneering muzzle came lewd huffs as she savored Khyha's cocksucking. Beyond the hyena's outburst, the thieves watched in respectful silence. The mare and the flyer did hold Khyha's arms but their grips barely enforced their wills, for she was so obviously under their thumbs that holding the raccoon still was merely an appeasement of their bitchy leader.

Then from said bitchy leader's pretty little muzzle came a command, "Get her tits out! Shred the fucking dress if you have to!" The mare and the flyer looked at each other as if to offer the courtesy to proceed. Unstable and beyond social niceties, the hyena gleefully lunged in from the side and reached for Khyha's plush chest with a dagger clenched. Slice-slice down through that bottomless cleavage, the knife harmlessly grazing the furred flesh down between and beyond a gentle catch in her gulping but with a blush spreading like wildfire across her cheeks, Khyha's work continued unabated.

"Tits, let's see these tits," the hyena said through a chattering and weirdly humorless laugh. She gripped the newdly-rended folds in Khyha's dress and pulled to either side and to the tune of a great, climactic rip, the raccoon's breasts spilled free. Through cooperation from the kangaroo and mare, the hyena shucked off Khyha's ruined dress but the raccoon was left wearing the destroyed garment around her middle, for the skunk wasn't about to pause her blowjob to see Khyha completely nude.

Lewd sneers were all around Khyha, a toothy one in the hyena's case. By then the mare and flyer had abandoned any pretense of actually keeping Khyha in bondage when they reached for her breasts. They each palmed a thick teardrop in their calloused mitts, playing across the stiffened nipples with claws and nails.

"My goodness, but you're stacked," the kangaroo rumbled.

"These are so much nicer than the ones the last slutty barmaid had," the hyena snickered. "What are we gonna do with 'em?"

Through the blowjob, the skunk had been relatively passive. At the sight of Khyha's plush breasts that attitude changed and she began to roughly facefuck the blushing raccoon. Khyha did resist when she put her paws, formerly fondling the skunk's balls on the offending thief's taut hips, but she found her resistance in vain when the skunk let loose with a hungry growl and redoubled her efforts. Though a sexy and toned thing, the skunk took on a beastly demeanor when she doubled over Khyha and clutched possessively upon the raccoon's skull. Her hips were soon like a blur and her heavy, white-furred sack swung up to spank the barmaid's chin and throat.

"What we're going to do," the skunk growled in tight syllables, "is I'm going to paint them with my cum!" None among the skunk's clan of no-gooders took issue with their leader's plans. They all watched intently with aching erections bulging in their trousers.

The mare took a progressive stance when she grabbed one of Khyha's uselessly resisting paws and set it upon her swelling bulge to which the raccoon absently squeezed and kneaded as if to exorcise her distress.

A heavy shudder welled up in the skunk's body as she ramrodded her cock into Khyha's pretty face without cessation. Though the raccoon's needly teeth did prick and scrape, she took the pain in stride and savored it as if it were more pleasure still. With each grind, her blunt glans scraped across that ribbed palate while the underside of her dark meat ground into the barmaid's tongue. A sloppy mess of pre often coming in spurts splattered the back of Khyha's mouth while the flesh as a whole throbbed and tingled in orgasmic pleasure.

"Such a tight, tight mouth," the skunk grunted. Her fingers clenched and uprooted some of Khyha's wavy brown locks, thus wrenching some pained tears from the raccoon's eyes. The skunk and her goons were far too entranced to notice and too callous to care even if they had seen, and in that moment the rough oral fucking had all of their minds on the same track. Emitting a triumphant hiss, the skunk roughly extracted her shaft from Khyha's maw and clapped a paw tangled with some of Khyha's loosened hair around her shining black cock. "Hold the whore back and keep her tits where I can hit them," panted the skunk whom had begun furiously masturbating.

While their leader fast worked herself up to a climax with bated breath and her tongue thus slopped from her maw, the mare and flyer took hold of Khyha by the shoulders and slanted her backwards to make her plush tits a viable target. A moment later the skunk groaned and practically convulsed as she wielded her cock. One rope after another of salty skunk spunk jetted from the tip with haphazard accuracy at best. Enough of the stuff splattered across Khyha's fat breasts so as to leave a few intersecting scribbles. More still hit the raccoon's face, neck and stomach, and a little bit of it ended up on the floor and nondescript parts of the armor the mare and kangaroo wore.

Once the orgasm settled and afterglow set in, the skunk fell back onto a barstool and splayed out with her back against the counter. "All of the slogging through the rain, trading quick fucks for information... All worth it," she chuckled. Her companions had a chuckle at that as well. The hyena's was more of a wicked cackle.

Blushing and yet feeling pins and needles in her scalp, Khyha weakly chuckled as she asked, "You went through all of that to blow a load on my chest?"

The skunk sat up and peered at Khyha with a queer smirk and narrow eyes. "We came this far," she said in a low and calculated tone, "to fuck you in every way you can imagine." As if spurred by the questioning, she stood up before the raccoon and the rest of her own clan, not shy of her nudity. Khyha found her to be heavily scarred but not hideously so. She was beset with a great many lashes and spots where the fur was neither white or black but a dead, featureless gray.

Again the skunk sat back but with infinitely more finesse than her post-orgasm flop. Khyha could see that the way the mustelid sat with her body tilted back and her hips cocked was a means to present herself. Wearing a nasty, toothy smirk, the skunk commanded the barmaid, "Get rid of that dress, and come lick my asshole."

Freed again from the clutches of the kangaroo and mare, Khyha stood and her ruined dress pooled around her ankles. She booted it aside with a naked foot and padded close to the skunk where she knelt once more. No apprehension slowed her when she nosed up under the skunk's heavy balls and brushed her black button past the damp pussy slit. Her target lie further south and she found the snug, pink pucker by touch as she had done to so many others. Immediately she began to lap and not without a great amount of lust - Khyha hungrily tongued the skunk's tail hole in a way that the mustelid could hardly believe, for she sighed and shook her head while that grin evened out into something more coy.

"Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting woman," she darkly chuckled. "One of you, I don't give a fuck who," she said without looking up from Khyha, "come and fuck her in the ass. She deserves it."

Khyha hoped for and dreaded the mare. A horse cock in her ass was a fun stretch yet a painful one. Instead her wants and worries were subverted when the marsupial bandit shucked off her bottoms and settled in close. There she knelt behind Khyha and her blunt-tipped cock, pink and fat, was easily maneuvered between the raccoon's ass cheeks.

The kangaroo's long snout was fractured with a dirty sneer when she ground upwards and inwards to enter Khyha. Tight though the voluptuous barmaid was, she was certainly no virgin. The plump kangaroo meat spread open her well-trained anal passage with ease just as her calloused paws clutched those naked tits both for possessiveness and leverage. A quick and easy hilt pressed her wide hips to Khyha's round ass cheeks and the kangaroo emitted a lewd growl into a pert ear.

In the midst of horny bandits, Khyha was nothing but a willing fuckthing. Her behind clenched and writhed in a manner which went beyond mere reflex but it was her lapping tongue slobbering the outer flesh of the skunk's pucker which best exemplified her obedience. And her reward for said obedience came when the kangaroo began to buck, though her rhythm was a stunted one for the manner in which she knelt. Had the kangaroo been on her big, flat feet, Khyha knew the marsupial would have given her a fucking so harsh that even she might be overwhelmed but the situation kept the kangaroo manageable.

Dribbles of precum leaked from the skunk's penis to drizzle Khyha's lovely hair. Even with her climax in the recent past, the skunk was growing stiff again and all thanks to Khyha's anal attention. "Lick inside, now," said the leader of the thieves, her face split with that vermin sneer. "And reach up. Put those paws to use."

Khyha did just that. Gripping the skunk's penis was easy, penetrating her asshole not so much, but Khyha adhered to her role as the rotten core of their desires. A determined push with her silky tongue wrenched the pucker open; and a sustained grind slipped it inside. To taste the skunk's musk as well as smell it evoked a rush of new sensations for Khyha whom eagerly lapped to eat out those velvet anal walls and peruse the smell of that dripping pussy which her compromising position stuffed her nose into. Around her tongue, the skunk's walls clenched and throbbed. In her paws, that black flesh twitched and steadily drooled.

As Khyha worked, so did the kangaroo buck in her constrained way into the raccoon's quivering asshole. Such a short stroke left the marsupial frustrated and she took this annoyance out on the barmaid's soft tits with firm squeezes and tugs which kept Khyha's nipples stiff and her ass clenching.

Thunder rumbled through the bar, unnoticed by Khyha and not acknowledged by the bandits save the hyena whom cackled nervously. It was her who then spoke up, "When do we get a turn?"

The skunk knew her hyena crony was anything but altruistic and the manner in which she dismissed the scavenger was enough to put a smile on the kangaroo's face. "You had a perfectly good chance and you let her," a nod to the kangaroo, "take it. Still your tongue or I'll see to it that you spend the night with your balls in a bucket of ice."

In time the spat faded away and the hyena was back at molesting herself through her trousers. Having jumped at the chance to fuck Khyha when her ass had been offered, the kangaroo was certainly in better standing with the skunk and she asked, as she bucked and grunted, "Can I lie this chubby ringtail down? Fucking her like this is awful on my joints."

Another lull in the conversation came to pass and the skunk nudged Khyha's stroking paws away to attend to it herself. As she pumped, she pulled Khyha in by the back of her head and pleasantly smothered the raccoon in her dripping cunt for the moment. Late enough that her response almost seemed meaningless, she murmured, "I'll permit it."

Despite the delay, the kangaroo hadn't forgotten what she wanted and she pulled Khyha back from the skunk's taint without a second thought. The leader did chuckle darkly but she kept her word and she watched the kangaroo lay their middle-aged lovely face-up. That wasn't all the marsupial had in mind, however, made clear when she lifted the raccoon's shapely legs up at the knees and squatted on her own stout legs. Again she nudged her cock against the raccoon's asshole, the pucker by then stretched enough that she could enter without bracing her cock.

To have her upper body flopped on the floor like so while her ass suffered the energetically bouncing bucks of a kangaroo dickbitch with a taste for rough sex was to see Khyha in the most whorish pleasure imaginable. Her face was vacant with raw pleasure and her dirty tongue hung out the side of her panting maw. That her tits were bouncing and begging for further defilement didn't go unnoticed by the bandits.

"You," the skunk barked to the hyena, "straddle her face and fuck her tits." As the hyena hastily disrobed down to her bare fur whereas the flyer had ditched only the essential pants, the leader peered at the mare with a coy smile. "You'll get yours soon enough. Patience is rewarded."

Precluding her straddle of Khyha's pretty snout was an aggravating cackle from the hyena. "I haven't had my ass licked in months," she said at the tail-end of her goofy outburst. Just like that, she eclipsed Khyha's blushing face with her taut little ass but the raccoon was nothing but efficient. Her nose was fast up under that short tail and grinding into a snug black pucker between athletic cheeks.

Even the first of Khyha's many licks saw the hyena shudder and giggle but the sounds took on a chaotic flair when she grappled with those fat tits and squeezed them together around her cock. It was a wonderful fit and the hyena, to the detriment of Khyha's rimming, began to fuck those breasts while her paws palmed their bulk and her thumbs played with the stiff nipples.

Sneering down at the hyena was the flyer whose breathing was gruff, her assfucking harsh and steady. "Quite a whore we have here. She doesn't even seem to realize I'm plugging her ass," said the kangaroo with a throaty chuckle. As she pounded her hips into Khyha, her fat balls which hung below that swollen, blunt cock swung up in an arc to swat the underside of the barmaid's big tail.

"It's a horny old woman thing," the hyena sniggered as she bucked with boundless energy into Khyha's tits. "They'll lick, suck, fuck anything you offer them. Once they get over the hill they just turn into complete sluts."

"How do we explain you, then?" the skunk called out. "Just last night I caught you licking sweat off the mule's balls."

Though the hyena's cheeks flushed, she didn't relent in her fucking. If anything she became all the more aggressive with her bucks, keeping her small tits bouncing as she gave her very best to Khyha's far more plump rack.

"Ah, not much longer now," the kangaroo sighed. "What do you think, up her ass or elsewhere?"

It was apparent just for the chain of command that the kangaroo was looking to the skunk for guidance, but since her last remark, the skunk had been in a hushed conversation with the mare. Whispers straight into ears and mischievous chuckles kept the kangaroo and hyena tuned out and the marsupial, not being a brainless slave, saw fit to act on her own.

A lewd rumble in her thick chest added emphasis to her voice when the flyer said, "Guess the ringtail's getting a load up under her tail."

"Yesss, fill her up," the hyena hissed through her massive teeth. Getting closer to her own climax saw her becoming all the more intense and she no longer held still at all for Khyha, choosing instead to buck ferociously with unhinged energy as she fucked those fat barmaid tits. "Ooh, I'm gonna cum too," the hyena sing-songed with a trilling laugh. "Damned if these aren't fucking nice tits...!"

Noises which could only mean an imminent climax strained through the kangaroo's grit teeth. What with her splayed-back ears and clenched eyes, it was all too obvious that she was on the verge and when her orgasm struck, her demeanor barely changed aside from a few sharp huffs and the rapid end of her wild assfucking. Just a few more bucks and she slammed it in home one last time to bury her cock balls-deep and slop her seed deep into the raccoon's ass in several meaty ropes.

Not far behind the kangaroo was the hyena whom fucked Khyha's sticky cleavage with all the wild sloppiness that the ringtail had come to expect. She reached up, panting and yowling in that shrill way to be expected of a hyena as she tweaked her nipples and twisted them with their little black barbells making for easy leverage. She couldn't come up with anything articulate to cry out with as she came; but the raw noise of her pleasure itself was a fine enough vocalization. She hilted between Khyha's generous breasts as she shot her load into their cleavage, and the mess matted the fur and oozed out below the hot mounds. In all that time, Khyha nuzzled and kissed the hyena's pussy which was in easier reach than her asshole. To the hyena whom was already cumming hard, any pleasure at all was welcome.

Ambiance of the droning storm and idle huffs from the kangaroo and hyena as they came into their afterglow masked the hushed words of the skunk and mare until the former chuckled, "That's absolutely disgusting. I'm looking forward to it."

"Likewise," the mare grinned, wheeling around on her hooves to peer at Khyha whom was by then a sad and sticky sight. "Is my patience to be rewarded now?" she asked, presumably to the skunk but her cadence was rhetorical. Off came her leather armor, plush equine tits firmly bouncing free as she slipped the hide up and off. Piercings through her thick nipples shone with gaudy gold in the lantern light and she tweaked one with a huff.

Though the skunk was their leader, for the mare to undress was a momentous occasion. The hyena stood aside; the flyer sat up and forced Khyha to twist around and sit flush in her lap, thus making the raccoon wince at the shaft still swollen in her ass.

Down went the mare's well-worn trousers and out flopped a stallion's endowment befitting such a burly hermaphrodite. There she stood with a grin on her face, hands akimbo and legs spread like a gunslinger at high noon. Her moody brown horsecock drooled incredible amounts of pre which spattered onto the floorboards in a tip-tap lost to the din of falling rain.

It was a staredown. Khyha's eyes were predictably on the mare's long, strong cock and its brown balls just as the mare stared with lewd intent at her own prize: Khyha's snatch.

The mare stepped closer, her hooves noisy on the floorboards. Her cock wagged enticingly in Khyha's face and its pre drizzled over those teardrop tits, adding to the glaze the hyena had left on them. Khyha growled; her long-fingered paw reached for the flesh but she was only allowed a grope before the horse pulled back and gloated, "Nah-ah-ah." A tight smile was just spreading across Khyha's snout when the mare grabbed her flesh by the base and, with all her strength, smacked the barmaid across the face.

Offended and degraded, Khyha yelped. Of course she liked to be trodden upon, especially by sexy strangers with insatiable sex drives, but being smacked with such a heavy cock truly stung her cheek. Even more agony, however, was the denial when the mare squatted down and took that cock even further away. There was a fabulously musky horsecock and slutty old Khyha wasn't permitted to even choke on it, but when the mare jammed two fingers into her snatch and sharply bent them upwards, the raccoon's toes curled and she quickly forgot the snub.

A sneer upturned the corners of the mare's lips thus showing her flat, white teeth and permitting a chuckle. Those fingers of hers dug around the raccoon's tight passage with artificial clumsiness, her intent just to stretch and rub with no desire to really give her pleasure. The mere presence of her fingers still did that just fine, however.

"Mmf, horses have such big fingers," Khyha blurted. The thieves all chuckled; the hyena overdid it. "What? Come on," Khyha weakly giggled, "everybody thinks of the cock first... Those fingers don't get the attention they deserve."

"You're gonna have your fill of horse cock before this night's over," the skunk remarked. Khyha couldn't think past her own nose and she thought nothing special of the mare's reply, it being a dark chuckle.

Long, thick fingers spread and plunged into Khyha's pussy, these gestures not mutually exclusive. Viscous honey covered them and matted down their fur and the smell of Khyha's lovely muff was apparent to all noses present. "As much of a whore you are," remarked the mare, "I'm surprised my fingers even touch the edges." She chuckled and gave a jaunty bob of her eyebrows.

Surprising the thief clan was Khyha's easy reply. "My reputation is well-earned... Let's just say I'm even more surprised than you are. There's plenty of things the sleazeballs in the other taverns don't know about me."

"Hah!" the skunk laughed while the others shook their heads and grinned. The kangaroo reached up with one paw to cup a fat tit, but the other stayed planted on the floor. "You've already turned out to be an ass-eating whore, what more could you possibly surprise us with?" asked the skunk with a challenging grin.

"A lady never kisses and tells," Khyha huffed as the mare deliberately teased her g-spot. "Rrf, why don't you fuck me already?" the raccoon grunted, reaching out with her long-fingered mitts to palm the mare's breasts. Absently she added, "Hm, nice piercings... I've considered getting some."

The mare permitted the teasing touch for just a moment, then slipped her fingers out of Khyha's slippery box and jammed them into the ringtail's maw to which she sounded off with a muffled shriek and began to suck them clean. Casually despite her invasion of the middle-aged slut's mouth, the mare remarked, "Your body has a fine all-natural appeal. I wouldn't defile yourself," she winked.

Khyha spat the mare's fingers out, blushing and grinning. "And yet," she huffed as the horse shifted over top of her, parking that thick flare against her cunt, "here you are with tacky gold barbells through your nipples."

The rest of the thieves enjoyed the back-and-forth very much, but the mare gained the upper hand perhaps by cheating when she bucked forth and noisily popped her flare past Khyha's pussylips. The raccoon groaned and squeezed around her thick neck, and the mare growled, "I'm half your age, twice your size, and a good-for-nothing bandit. You, on the other hand," said the horse as she ground her massive endowment home, "are a dignified lady."

Deep, abiding groans of Khyha's filled the air. Her ringed tail swayed and her tits bounced in their lovely old way as the mare bucked and wriggled her brown cock in deeper. When it seemed as if a woman Khyha's size should have bottomed out, her pussy seemed to permit more and more. "A lady!" she laughed in a voice made brittle by pleasure. "You don't need to flatter me, you're already--," Khyha broke off to pant and shudder as the horse's fat flare ground deeper still into her walls, "you're already fucking me...!"

Despite the best efforts of Khyha's clenching and writhing anal walls, the kangaroo had gone flaccid and her loins were drizzled with backwash semen once lost deep in the barmaid's ass. She was unconcerned with the stickiness, however, and she switched paws simply to play with Khyha's other plush tit. "I'd call you a lady just because none of us really are," the flyer murmured.

"Oh, we are," the skunk snorted, "we've just got a little something extra."

Finally the mare bottomed out. Khyha's cervix rested against that oversized stallion cock, drenched in its pre while only a few inches of that big, brown shaft remained unloved outside of the pink passage. She started to pull back and Khyha groaned heatedly upon feeling the wonderful bulge dragging back. "Uhn," she grunted, "I wonder sometimes what it's like for herms..."

Dirty snickers from the hyena whom knelt nearby. Booze heavy on her breath told Khyha that she had been helping herself behind the scenes. "You know what a fun trick is? We find some muscular manly-man fool in the taverns and we circle him."

"Feel him up, rub his cock, offer him a slip of the tit or a kiss on the cheek," the mare grunted between her bucks. The thieves had to time their words around Khyha's gasps.

"We make him think he's the luckiest man whom ever lived," said the flyer. "Four pent-up thieves ready to throw down."

"And then," the skunk grinned, "the pants come off, and the way their faces just flush is always priceless."

Khyha was amused and repulsed by the idea yet the worst of it was the sureness that she would've done the very same to some unsuspecting fellow just for fun. "Ah, have um," she chuckled, "have any of them ever been happy about it?"

"Some," the skunk shrugged. "Hey, go a little faster," she growled to the mare whom obliged and thus made Khyha shudder and pant all the more strongly. Each thrust of hers dragged those heavy balls over the raccoon's plush tail; and her thick equine breasts bounced in a youthful, tight jig which Khyha's hadn't danced in fifteen years. "Once we met a fox who outright asked if we had cocks before we even started hitting on him."

"Hah! I remember him," the kangaroo giggled. "If I'm remembering right, you and I both fucked him in the ass at the same time..."

"While I fucked his throat," the mare grinned down at Khyha.

"And I fucked my paws," the hyena bitterly huffed.

"Faggot foxes," the skunk spat, "probably could've fit three up his ass if you could get everybody in the right spot."

Khyha's eyes were subtly glazed over but her cheeks were flushed. "Mmf, I could never take two cocks up my ass," she outright lied.

And so the sex went on, the mare dutifully reaming Khyha's cunt with those harsh bucks. Calm and cool though she was, lewd snuffles and snorts from her nostrils signaled that her climax wasn't far off. It occurred to Khyha that none of the bandits had much endurance. Maybe they were pent up... Or just maybe, she thought with a tiny grin, she was just that good.

Spurred by her thoughts and feeling that tingle in her loins, Khyha rumbled to the mare, "C'mon, fill me up," and to tease and please, she gnawed on the mare's neck. Where the arteries pulsed and the sinew shifted, she nipped with her needly teeth and made the mare gasp in unexpected but not unwanted pleasure.

"What a whore," the mare hissed through her teeth. Her long, black tail lashed over her muscular ass and the skunk watched her thick, quivering tail hole and winking cunt with blatant lust.

Though not particularly imaginative, Khyha was inflammatory when she hissed back, "Yes, and you're fucking one!"

Though the mare didn't get angry by any stretch, she did bear down on Khyha more strongly than ever, smacking her hard hips into that plush raccoon snatch over and over with terrible strength. Nobody realized when it had happened exactly, but Khyha's pussy had yielded to the mare over time and it easily permitted every last inch of that equine meat.

With every thrust, the mare's cock slapped in and wetly suckled back out, its blunt flare plunging Khyha's bottomless pussy while filling it up from a seemingly limitless reservoir of pre. By the time she dumped her nuts, Khyha's snatch would be reeking of horsecock for weeks to come, a smell which she had only recently shed from Buck's time with her.

But Buck was the last thing on Khyha's mind as the mare worked so very intently to ram her cock home. In fact, the normally intelligent and savvy Khyha had shucked her ability to talk, her words replaced with grunts and croons. This vocabulary expressed clearly but one concept: Khyha was cumming. From around the mare's cock cascaded slippery raccoon honey viscous in texture and rich with musk. The muck coated that horsecock and made its plunging all the more obnoxious and wet, those sounds echoing flatly through the tavern.

What had once been a crocodile smile on the mare's snout had tightened down into a grimace. Her ears twisted back and her almond eyes clenched shut as if her mind couldn't process vision alongside so much pleasure. First she trembled and then she gasped. Capping off a viciously efficient cuntfucking were clumsy bucks which culminated in a sharp hilt and then a glut of equine cum, flooding Khyha's womb uselessly but for a great thrill just the same. It took no time at all for that jizz to seep its way around the flare of her cock and so the loins of the mare, kangaroo, and Khyha herself very soon bore a sticky glaze.

"Ugh," the mare shuddered, hunkered down over Khyha, "you're the first woman I've fucked who didn't cry about how big it was."

Khyha giggled effervescently in afterglow. Her body was slack against the strong kangaroo more than ever. "Being brutally honest," she sighed, "I'm upset that you weren't bigger."

A grin split the skunk's muzzle wide. "Have we got a treat for you, then, dirty old cocksleeve..."

Between them, the mare and kangaroo hauled weak-kneed Khyha up to her feet while the skunk took down a lantern and handed it to the vertically-challenged hyena. Then from outside, their mule screamed in shock.

"Check it out, now!" the skunk barked to the hyena. The spotted scavenger grabbed her knife up and with a nervous cackle, swung the front door open.

--4

Buck trudged and slopped through the mud. What had been tall prairie grass was instead a sullen muck of drowned greenery to tangle around his hooves.

No lantern guided the stallion but instinct did the job. Hilly land sloping toward the canyon was his old home and he could find his way through without vision. A leather cloak was his lame attempt to slick off the rain but the downpour had still soaked him. Wet fur clung to him and made him shiver, but he pushed onward.

A nagging thought: Will she really want to see you? A moment's contemplation before he shook his head as a dog might shake off water. I have to find out! He paused, peered uselessly into the gloom and started off again.

Going up a hill, Buck's hooves were most fortuitous for climbing up through the shifting land. Halfway up, he fell to all-fours to finish the climb. At the top of the hill he pushed himself up to his tired legs and looked out at the vast blackness.

Across the canyon was an ancient natural bridge carved from a felled tree, and upon it the tavern Khyha's ancestors had built. Its lamplights were dull in the foggy windows.

Buck sprinted through the mud, gaining his footing and his true equine speed only when he hit the shaved wood of the bridge. Heart pounding happily, he thundered up the massive bridge and slid to a halt under the awning of the tavern.

Running faster than he could see led the stallion to slam into the rear of the bandits' pack mule. He glanced off and fell to his side but the mule brayed in shock.

Panicked and embarrassed, Buck lunged to his hooves out from under the awning and made his way around to a window to peer inside. Through the fog in the glass he could see a few figures but nothing came easily to him. Adding to the stress and worry, he heard the door crash into the outer wall as it swung open.

The naked, grinning hyena examined the mule and found no harm had come to it. Around the immediate area, she saw nothing at all in the thick gloom. Up along the side wall where Buck had scurried off, she saw no trace of an intruder; and even his muddy hoof prints had been washed off already.

Back into the tavern the hyena called, "Nothing!"

"Dumb mule must've been scared by the thunder," the kangaroo shrugged. Without a prompt from the skunk, she and the mare dragged a blushing and increasingly confused Khyha out the door, the skunk following with an idle tweak to a lower nipple.

--5

Brandishing a powerful oil lantern from inside, the skunk cast a glow on the mule's impassive face before walking down to shine the light on its haunches. It was a homely brown thing, white on the snout but black on the nose and the rest of its flesh. Khyha got a look at said flesh in the grip of the kangaroo and mare. A thick, dark piece of meat hung out of its sheath half-flaccid and glimmering with sweat.

Even a worldly whore like Khyha was given pause. Her blanched expression amused the bandits. "You're not serious, right?" Khyha asked, hoping they were and cursing herself for being such an irredeemable slut.

In lieu of mincing words or giving false hope, the skunk snapped the rough pads of her fingers and pointed at the planks below their beast. The hyena hurriedly, almost absently disrobed the mule by tugging the pack off of its broad back. With nothing hanging in the way of the beast's flanks, the mare and kangaroo maneuvered their mature fuckthing beneath the mule.

The lantern flickered but Khyha knew well the shape of the meat she stared at. Kneeling beneath the mule as she was, its bored and floppy cock was like a dirty joke in and of itself. Again she bleated, "You're not serious, you can't be," even as she closed a paw around the mule's shaft.

Watching as Khyha slid her spindly fingers up the shaft and thus bulged the flare, the hyena knelt down beside her with a devilish sneer. The pallor of the lamp light cast her features in an especially evil glow and Khyha found herself shying away from the small herm. "Feel lucky for yourself, woman, my suggestion would've had your tongue in his ass."

Thinking back to fun times with Buck and friends, Khyha didn't find the idea of tonguing a stallion ass to be an off-putting one. You wet old whore, she chided herself. "Well, doesn't seem like your friends listen much to you anyway," Khyha remarked with a sneer of her own. She leaned in close, wrapped her lips around the bulging flare of the mule's penis and delivered to the flesh a firm suckle. In her mind, she told herself her eagerness was a means to ditch the conversation. Her slutty body knew the true story.

Brushed off but not forgotten, the hyena reached up to palm the mule's sweaty black balls. Their bulk filled her small paw beyond its capacity and the hyena, evidently a size queen, growled at the feeling. A moment later she turned her eyes and her grabby paw on Khyha's fat tits. "You're just such a fucking whore, what is it that makes a woman this way? Is it the age? Is it that your body's barren and you don't worry about cubs anymore?" she grinned.

"Shut up," the skunk barked. "Either you can rim him yourself or you can quit antagonizing the whore, we want her to do a good job."

"Goodness knows you're tired of sucking him off yourself, right?" the kangaroo asked, her grin wry and of supreme annoyance to the skunk.

"Focus, focus," huffed the skunk in a fluster. All eyes fell onto Khyha and the mule then, and what a sight that had become - the mule being what it was, it bore a cock perhaps two feet in length and of a girth which though malleable was a challenge even to a whore like Khyha.

The bickering was lost to Khyha whose cocksucking required her utmost devotion. She outright loved horse cock in any way she could get it. The ringtail wasn't so naive as to find her voracious sexuality normal or acceptable, but the thought didn't keep her up at night except for when long-gone fantasies made her wet.

Four-legged mule cock was no fantasy, but if it had been, it would've been among her darkest of wants, lumped in with the longing to be raped and used up by marauders such as the bandits. Try as they might, they couldn't rape a whore so willing as her but Khyha longed for no-gooders who could find and cross her limits. As she knelt suckling and bobbing on a fat mule cock, its flare pulsing in the depths of her throat while its pre drizzled so sickeningly down her throat, Khyha realized she could probably never be pushed too far. Whether or not that was something to be proud of was a perturbation for later and she buried the thought much like burying that mule cock further down her throat.

To see Khyha packing away the mule's penis inspired awe in some, revulsion in others and a mix of both in the bandits whom sniggered and jerked off at the sight. They spat little epithets her way, backhanded remarks as to her skill with a cock and the natural ease with which she took to sucking off a feral mule.

The mule snorted and huffed boredly as Khyha sucked down its massive cock. Its every pulse made her throat sting with pain and to breathe around such a cock, she had to gulp just so the reflex would open her up enough to snatch up a huff. Of course, the air she took in whether through her maw or nose was contaminated with the vapors of mule musk and the notably familiar stink of equine malehood burned her sinuses and played with her brain which mild asphyxia had its way with already.

Being high on musk wasn't new for Khyha, though literally choking on cock was. Meshed together, the sensations were quite nice and the raccoon felt no angst or concern for her situation. It occurred to her that just maybe the bandits would steal her away into the night. Tie her to the mule's belly with its cock lodged balls-deep in her ass. Good, she thought. What better way to get away from her old life and kick off a midlife crisis than to do it among unscrupulous thieves with big dicks and small hearts?

Khyha's paws roamed up over the few remaining inches of the mule's cock, tickled over its thick balls and up the back to brush over its taint. She stopped a few inches short of the beast's asshole, but she wasn't shy of the orifice - it was simply too far out of her way.

The raccoon's curious touch wasn't lost on the thieves. "Heh, look at her going for his asshole," the hyena darkly giggled. "See, I told you all I was right, but nobody listened!"

"So you were right just this once," the skunk tutted. "Even blind squirrels find nuts sometimes."

Even when the bandits laughed among themselves at the hyena, whose laugh was an annoyed and flustered one, Khyha was focused single-mindedly on the mule. By then its swollen shaft was pulsing harshly, its snorts were commonplace, and so did it scuff the bridge with its hooves and absently buck against Khyha's maw. That the utilitarian beast was about to cum was obvious to Khyha and she laid her affections on even stronger, palming the mule's fat, sweaty scrotum and gulping and swallowing with all her strength. Her maw hurt like hell and especially around the fist-sized lump of the flare which had muscled its way down much of her throat but the forthcoming payload would make it all worthwhile.

Old woman, you're such a whore... But who are you pleasing? These misfits, or yourself? Khyha wondered but not too strongly. It was hard to be introspective when she had a mule suddenly blasting its thick and ropey cum into her gut. Its cock was so far-gone in her maw that she couldn't taste the coppery flavor of the spunk but its smell wafted up as her stomach uneasily permitted the fertile slop, this load so thick that it instantly satiated the physical hunger she felt.

It was such an incredible release albeit with a dull delivery, the mule hardly even nickering as it came. The bandits could tell both by the subtle physical cues from the mule and the manner in which Khyha choked and gulped, these calling cards obvious what with how often they were in the same position themselves.

"Look at that, not even a drop wasted," the mare grunted, her grin wide and her cock hard.

"Perfect, classic whore. Plain and simple," the skunk murmured, her paw quietly slapping up and down her own black shaft.

From the doorway of the tavern, Buck peered with a blush and an erection. The show had been an interesting one, that much was for sure, and seeing his old flame chugging down mule spunk like she was born for it gave him ideas of his own pertaining to the equine cock between his legs. In the meantime, his masturbation helped to satiate himself.

Khyha pulled back from the mule's cock only after she mis-timed one of her breaths and choked. That spasming cock left her coughing mouth, still squirting cum but no longer anything particularly fertile. What it ejaculated was viscous and clear, the carrier fluid for the beast's sperm and nothing more, but despite its mundane utility, it added a fine fresh coat to the raccoon's dirty tits.

"Ah... Guh," Khyha wheezed as she brought her coughing fit under control.

"Good job," the skunk chuckled. "But there's a problem here. One more little thing before we leave."

Khyha didn't particularly want to see them go. She wanted them, in fact, in every hole and in the most depraved of ways again, but she asked in an even if not cracked voice, "What is it?"

"Whether or not he's a pack mule," the kangaroo butted in, petting the beast's flank, "we care quite a lot about our pet here. We want him good and relaxed, and since you seem to know your way around a horse's cock, you should know that stallions are never satisfied with just one go."

The skunk and the mare dragged up a junk crate from elsewhere under the awning. It was dusty, formerly a container for bottles of liquor. The bandits moved it up under the mule whom cared little for anything, as if it were in afterglow.

Tired and beginning to feel the effects of her ordeal, Khyha thought to ask the bandits if this were truly necessary but the voracious slut inside of her demanded that the show go on. Without a word but a rueful chuckle, Khyha mounted up on the crate, not worrying much as the dusty container poked her here and there. Underneath the beast was suddenly a claustrophobic place to be and she felt its heaving breast against her back but then as ever, it was the cock on her mind most of all.

Before Khyha could even think to ask how she might lure the mule, the mare stepped up. "He always needs a little coaxing," she darkly chuckled as she stepped up onto another derelict crate. The lovely mare turned on her heel, bent over, hiked up her tail and thus offered her throbbing black muff to the mule's nose. It took only a sniff and a snort before the beast lunged forward, intent on claiming the mare's snatch but settling for the raccoon asshole it wound up buried in.

Khyha shrieked in frightful pain as the mule speared into her rump but she was unharmed by the ordeal, her chubby old ass far too experienced to be harmed. The mare stood still, ever offering that pussy of hers which the mule snuffled and bumped. Driven into a frenzy by the smell of her folds, it fucked Khyha with an intensity the ringtail hadn't expected from such a lazy beast and her eager yowls and cries signaled the end of her tiredness.

The ringtail tried to say something witty, failing that something slutty, but no words ever materialized. Instead she squealed and screamed in maddening anal pleasure as the beast reamed her raw, slicking the passage with great slops of pre, pushing out the dregs of his first climax too. Khyha could feel the slop smearing around her anal walls as that flare punched deep into her body.

"He's really something else, isn't he?" the mare said down to Khyha, almost able to see the ringtail between her own legs. All she could reliably make out of Khyha was the barmaid's paws, clasped around the edge of the crate. "Hm, were you not here, he'd be fucking me..."

Buck watched Khyha's ordeal with a shudder masked by the rain. He came hard, splattering his load against the wall. Fortunately for him, much of the bar had already been tarnished by spilled drinks and spit from drunks.

Khyha reached down her curvaceous body and dug her fingers into her snatch. For the great pleasure and pressure of the mule's fucking, her toes had long since begun curling. Her jaw was sore, her throat raw, her tits filthy and her asshole gaped. The raccoon couldn't recall the last time she'd been so completely used up, so senselessly fucked and degraded to a low which even the bottommost of slaves and harem girls would've found excessive. In that moment Khyha would have died just to taste one more load from any one of those good-for-nothing thieves. Khyha would have buried her tongue in the mule's asshole and she wished the hyena had had enough clout to demand such a thing.

But for all of her wants and needs, Khyha was ready to compromise. The mule brayed needfully and bucked with all its terrible, dumb strength. Those fat balls smacked Khyha's pumping paw, spanking her about the cunt. She rammed her fingers shamelessly into her pussy to try to dig out one last climax and she could feel her loins burning, her asshole screaming with pain and pleasure alike. Everything led up to this one moment, Khyha knew.

A triumphant snort from the mule made the mare shudder, but it was the mule which got all the pleasure. The dumb beast came with incredible force to equal the load in Khyha's belly. Indeed, a second load from the other end gave her the ultimate feeling of fullness but the mule's spunk was just too much for her ass to take. Runoff from the mule's climax gushed out around that balls-deep cock, washing over Khyha's pussy and by extension the paw she was abusing herself with.

Panting and almost sobbing in her pleasure, Khyha scooped up the mule's wasted cum and stuffed it into her pussy. She did this several times and then she resumed her needful pumping. The mare stepped down, turned around and petted the mule's snout, either oblivious to or uncaring of the fact that Khyha was mere seconds from the most incredible release she could recall.

The skunk, kangaroo, and hyena watched with bated breath and cocks in hand as Khyha fingered herself, however. The noise was faint but audible against the falling rain. The mule's cum was gratuitous and nearly sickening in its texture and volume but that was exactly how the bandits liked it. None of them could think of cruel things to say; Khyha's self-abuse in the face of her reaming was a punchline unto itself.

Finally Khyha buried not two or three, but four fingers to the knuckle in her gaping, aching snatch. She wailed in her climax and her squirt was magnificent even next to the king-sized release of the mule. The ringtail moaned and whined, her body trembling and her toes staying curled well past the worst of the orgasm but in the end she fell slack. One by one, the bandits masturbated to completion with the exception of the mare whom saved herself for the mule when the time came again.

The skunk and kangaroo chose to paint Khyha's flank with their loads, though the barmaid was by then such a sticky mess that their cum was a negligible contribution. The hyena was considerably more deviant in her release, for she shot her wad on the mule's sweaty balls and then lapped it off.

In due time and as the morning sun began to glow mutely behind endless rain clouds, the skunk and her crew helped Khyha inside. Buck was nowhere to be seen and his mess went unnoticed.

Lugging the raccoon into her bed personally, the skunk thanked her for her obedience. Khyha tiredly told the thief to think nothing of it.

As quickly as they came, the skunk and her ilk were back out in the storm. Their balls were empty but their saddlebags were full of liquor bottles. For Khyha to have had so much amazing sex, the liquor was a pittance.

Not even caring to check the doors or tidy up the tavern, Khyha rolled over in bed and yawned wide. She felt a heavy hand lay upon her hip, but with everything that had happened, she was conditioned to take it.

"Ky?" Buck asked.

The raccoon blinked sleepily, rolled over, looked at Buck in the dim candlelight. A flurry of emotions played across her face when she saw the dumb stallion staring at her. Tears welling up her eyes, Khyha leaned closer, kissed her young stud on the nose, and then smacked him across the snout.

Buck flinched and winced, but it wasn't the pain which bothered him. "I'm sorry... Ky, I'm sorry. I dunno know why I left."

I do, Khyha thought. She had seen the mare, a barfly of her own tavern for weeks prior to Buck's departure. Khyha knew the type, saw the signs, but didn't warn Buck. What was the use, she thought?

But with the stallion back around, Khyha couldn't bring herself to be upset. "Buck, I'm too old to be alone," she sighed as she closed her arms around his neck. He joined her in the bed and held her close to his hard young body.

Buck struggled for words. Him being a prettyboy bimbo, they were far from his strong suit. Finally he said something a traveler in a far-off province had said. It seemed wise to him. "I never knew how good what I had was until I left."

"Just," Khyha choked, "don't leave me again."

A little smile quirked Buck's muzzle. "I won't. Not again."

Khyha snuggled into Buck's warmth. The thieves were gone and Khyha was still stir-crazy in her ancestral tavern, but her old lover, her big dumb boytoy made everything okay again. She and Buck slept well into the afternoon.