Day 10

I hope that I didn’t wake the girls up when I left this morning. Johan really needs to oil those hinges. Either way, the panther, whose name is Brutus, was waiting for me when I arrived at the tavern. I was relieved when he said that Amaka made it back safely.

He led me to the door that Macy had let me out of yesterday and gave it a few sharp raps. A slit opened and the bull who was there yesterday huffed and opened the door. Brutus led me to a large room filled with tables, chairs and benches. At one of the tables near the center of the room sat Jacob, sipping on a cup of what smelled like coffee.

“Good morning,” I told him. He just gestured for me to sit across from him, which I did. “Not a morning person, I take it?”

“Something like that,” he murmured, not quite hiding a grin.

“When did she get back?” I asked.

“Just after midnight,” he said. “Coffee?” He asked, nodding towards a doorway, in which stood a young, chubby yellow-furred bunny girl with black hair. The heart on the left side of her neck gave away that this was one of Amaka’s sisters: Aurora. He waved for her to come over, and she did.

“Yes?” she asked coldly, standing in a stereotypical maid fashion, heels together and hands crossed in front of her abdomen. Of course, she had gone through proper maid training at the Court after being banished from the brothel. She had hoped to be a maid for a noble, but instead, she somehow landed here.

“Bring our guest here a cup of coffee, please,” he said. She rigidly turned towards me.

“How would you like it, sir?” she asked, retaining her professional posture and tone.

“Little cream and sugar, please,” I said. She smartly turned around and strode off immediately, her heels clicking sharply with each step. “She’s changed a lot since I last saw her,” I blurted out loud.

“Oh?” Jacob leaned back. “How so?”

“I’ve never seen her so rigid before,” I said. Jacob grinned.

“Only while on maid duty is she like that,” he said. “She fancies herself a real, proper maid since she went through the training.” He chuckled. “I keep telling her she can loosen up, but she won’t. A real turn off it is,” he added and guffawed. I just smirked and shook my head.

“I take it that’s not her main duty then?” I asked. Again, he laughed.

“No, she’s mainly a cook,” he grinned. “And a damned good one at that!”

“I see,” I said. “Guess that saying’s true, then,” I couldn’t help but chuckle myself, and Jacob just burst out laughing.

“Exactly,” he smiled. “But she’s also good in a scrap,” he added as he nodded in the direction Aurora was coming from. She had a saucer with a steaming hot cup of coffee balanced perfectly in her hand as she maneuvered around the tables. When she stopped, she deftly slid it off her hand and onto the table in front of me, the light tan coffee barely shifting in the cup. She immediately resumed her pose from before. She didn’t flinch when Jacob grabbed her rump and pulled her towards him, instead she just shuffled her feet to where he was pulling her.

“She’s put quite a walloping on many of the men here,” Jacob said. The bunny girl’s mouth twitched, trying to hide a smirk or grin. “She even put a walloping on Amy a few times.” At that, she began to blush.

“Please, you’re just trying to embarrass me, aren’t you?” she said, her blush deepening each second. Jacob just laughed.

“What’s embarrassing about beating up your sister who trains everyone?” he then asked. “It’s a compliment if anything.”

She stammered for a bit before shakily saying “It just is.” Her blush deepened even more before adding, “Besides, she just let me wail on her to make me feel more confident.”

“No I didn’t,” came a voice from the far hallway. Walking in was a slender for her species, brown furred bunny with auburn hair. “You’re too damn blubbery to feel me hitting your ass,” she said coyly.

“Ah, speak of the devil,” Jacob said. “Doing some training today?”

“Of course,” the bunny said, her hand on her hip. “You joining?”

“Nah,” the pit returned. “Got other things going on.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Amy said. “You’re really just afraid of getting your big strong ass handed to you again by an itty bitty bunny,” she smirked.

“You wish,” he said, laughing. “You just got lucky that time.”

“Come prove it, then,” the brown bunny leaned forward and squinted as she egged him on.

“Another day,” Jacob said firmly. “I’ve got some things to look into, thanks to Amaka.” Both Amy and Aurora lifted an eyebrow at that.

“I take it she found something?” I asked. Jacob nodded.

“Only the weak spots in Jonah’s shithole,” the pit said, grinning. “Well, the structure anyway. I still need where he has his thugs posted.”

“She’s in no shape to go there again,” I said.

“I know,” Jacob said. “I need someone else to go.” He eyed Amy.

“I know what you’re thinking, and no,” she said. “Not after what happened last time.”

“You don’t have to get that close, this time,” Jacob said. “Just close enough to see where he has guards posted.” She shook her head.

“That’s still too damn close,” she said. “Why me anyway?”

“Because why not you?” Jacob asked.

“Because I’m not,” she stopped here, either unable or unwilling to continue.

“You could probably do it from some nearby rooftops,” I suggested after she stammered for a bit. “Doubt his goons are smart enough to look up.”

“Hah!” she put her hand back on her hip. “How would I get up there, hmm?”

“Amaka gets up there easy enough,” I said. “Ask her.”

“She climbs up drains, windows and such,” Amy snorted. “I may be smaller, but that bun can out-climb anyone. I’ve yet to see anything she can’t scale.”

“I figured all you bunnies could climb like that,” I said. Aurora shook her head.

“Nope,” the yellow-furred rabbit said. “Our feet and hands aren’t made for pulling our bodies up like that. I don’t know how she does it.”

“How are you as good at cooking as you are?” I asked Aurora.

“Practice mainly,” she answered. I turned to Amy.

“How are you as good at fighting?” I asked her.

“Training,” she responded. I nodded.

“Same for her,” I said. “She’s had years of practice and training to do it. Each of you have spent a lot of time perfecting each of your crafts. Amaka is no exception.”

Jacob nodded. “And each of you, Amaka included now, will help the cause in your own way.” He slid his empty cup across the table by me. “I know all of you are helping because you all want your mom away from Jonah, but you all will also help free this city from its corruption with your trades.” They both nodded.

“Yeah,” Amy sighed. “But are you sure having Amaka and Macy under the same roof is a good idea?”

“Why?” Jacob sneered. “Worried that Macy being like a bitch in heat is an issue?”

“That’s one way to put it,” the brown-furred bunny said. “But yeah. They could become a distraction.” Jacob just laughed.

“If two gorgeous girls are a distraction, then I’m fine with it,” he said. “If anything, it’ll help with morale, having them two together.” He placed his chin in his paw. “That being said, I may need to start having Mace at least wrap her tits.”

“Why?” Aurora asked. “You know she hates bras.”

“Yeah,” the pit grinned. “But she’s already getting to where her nips are loud and proud most of the time, and that’s not the kind of distraction I need.” He guffawed at that.

Amy chuckled. “Well, don’t look then you damn perv,” she laughed as Jacob glowered at her. “What? They aren’t for you to look at anyway.”

“I’ll look wherever I fucking please,” Jacob growled.

“Easy, boss,” Amy grinned. “I’m just saying. If she wants you to see them, she’ll take her shirt off or whatever.”

“That’s the thing,” Jacob smirked. “I don’t want to see them, but those hard, erect nipples never fail to catch my attention.”

Amy laughed. “Well, keep your eyes up here,” she gestured towards her eyes, “not lower.”

Jacob’s smirk turned to a grin. “That’s easy when I’m talking to you,” he chuckled. “You don’t have anything worth looking at.” Amy’s jaw just dropped when he said that. After a bit, she clenched her teeth and slapped Jacob as hard as she could before storming off. After rubbing his jaw for a bit, he laughed. “Yeah, I deserved that one,” he quipped, rubbing his jaw a bit more.

“Need me here for anything else?” Aurora asked.

“Not really,” Jacob said. “But can you make me another cup of coffee first?”

“Of course,” she said. “You too?” She asked, turning to me.

“Sure,” I answered. “Just like the last one.” She nodded and took my cup as well.

Once she had vanished, Jacob started talking again. “I hope Amy will do it. I’d hate to have to send Mace to that shithole.”

“Why Macy?” I asked. “Why not Tara or April?”

“Because those two wouldn’t bother with scouting,” he said. “They’d just flat out attack the place, and we’re not ready to do that.”

“Ah, too bad about Marril’s accident,” I said. “I’m sure she’d do it otherwise.” Jacob nodded.

“She would,” he said. “I’m sure she’d still agree to do it, but she isn’t mobile enough anymore to be able to. I need to let Amaka recover, or she’ll suffer the same end as Marril. If that wasn’t a concern, I’d ask Amaka.” I nodded.

“And aren’t you bringing Amaka on for these scouting missions?” I asked. Jacob nodded as Aurora returned, sliding both of our cups in front of us.

“Yeah, which she can’t do if she’s only got one good leg,” he said as he pulled Aurora to him by her rump again.

“Please stop,” she said. “I do need to start cleaning,” she added, looking back at him.

“You’ve got all day,” he said. “But okay, go clean,” he added, giving her rump a soft pat as he let her go. Her heels could be heard clicking long after she left our sights.

“Think she’s upset,” I said.

“Maybe a little,” he said. “But, now maybe we can talk a little business before Amaka wakes up.” His expression was a bit stern.

“Maybe,” I said. “What business do you have in mind?”

“Whichever of these girls I send, can you bail them out in case shit hits the fan?” he asked. I nodded.

“Of course,” I said. “Why not send one of your men though?”

“Because,” he said, leaning forward, “they all know how to fight, not be sneaky or anything like that. Only Marril, Amy, Macy and Amaka know what has to be done for this, and Marril can’t do it, having only one leg now. Amy likely won’t do it, and I can’t send Amaka in her condition. So, guess who I’m probably sending.”

“Macy,” I said. “The one you least want to send.” He just nodded. About that time, as I was about to say that wasn’t what I was asking, I heard a loud squeal from the hall towards Jacob’s office. I looked in that direction and I saw Amaka, still with pink fur, hobbling as quick as she could to us.

As soon as she got over, she pulled me into a tight hug, then proceeded to kiss me. The kiss lasted until I gently pushed her away. I was still shocked at her fur being pink instead of blue, but I figured it was part of the plan for her scouting Jonah’s. That shock may have prolonged the kiss longer than necessary.

She then rested her head on my shoulder and we talked about nothing important. Amaka did try to pry into what Jacob and I were discussing, but we both dodged the question, saying she’d find out when the time called for it. I hate hiding things from her, but Jacob and I both feel it’s for the best.

After about an hour or so, Jacob said that he had things planned for the day, so I needed to head out. I nodded, needing to get to what all I had to do for today myself. I think Amaka used all her restraint to stop from kissing me again, as when she hugged me again, her lips passed within a hair’s breadth of touching mine. I’m just going to assume she was that worried about me being in the hospital. Eventually, she got out of my lap and I walked towards the door I came in through.

Once I was outside, I made my way towards the Court, as I needed to speak to Lewis about getting my house back in order. Sure, I could ask Amaka’s sisters to clean it, but with what all was done, I don’t want to subject them to that. Also, there’s paperwork I need to file with it being the result of criminal activity.

When I walked in, that same hare was sitting at the desk. She was wearing the same tight blouse that she was when I first saw her.

“Hi, Mr. Warrington,” she said, apparently remembering my name, “how can I help you?”

“Is Lewis available?” I asked.

“He’s booked all day,” she said. “I can set you up with an appointment, though.”

“It won’t take long,” I said. “Can you see if he can squeeze me in now?” She looked over her glasses, like she was annoyed by the request.

“Sure,” she said. “Wait here, please.” She then rose and teetered towards Lewis’ office. I noticed several patches along the hem of her skirt, and I heard a rip as she began climbing the stairs. I glanced towards her, and I saw the back of her skirt, just below her tail, had ripped open, revealing  the upper part of her thong. She paused and yelled, “You better not be looking!” before trying to adjust her skirt to where the rip wasn’t visible. As tight as it was, she only seemed to make it worse.

Eventually, she gave up and continued towards Lewis’ office. Now that I think about it, it seemed that her attire was even tighter on her than before. I can only assume that whoever ordered her uniform ordered it a few sizes too small and made her wear it anyway. I still pitied the poor girl.

After a bit, she returned. “He can see you now,” she said. “Follow me.” I shook my head.

“I can get there myself,” I said. “You need to see about getting a proper fitting outfit.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, clearly uncomfortable with how tight her clothing was. “Lewis said he’s trying to get me fitted correctly. Supposedly, the court tailor ‘mis-sized’ me when he got my measurements.” She attempted to tug her blouse closed, but it was way too small. “I think he’s just another fucking perv,” she added, not hiding her frustration. “I can’t retain any damn sense of modesty here, which supposedly these damned nobles demand.” She grunted, trying to have her blouse cover her bust. Instead, the button below her breasts popped off, bouncing off my shoulder. “Sorry,” she muttered.

“It’s not your fault,” I told her. “Honestly, Lewis is the only decent guy here.” She nodded.

“I know,” she smiled slightly. “He’s the only one trying to get me properly attired.” She cleared her throat. “Anyways, hurry up and see Mr. Bradshaw, please?” I nodded and walked to his office. I heard her scream a few obscenities, directed at her malfunctioning wardrobe I assume, as I stepped into Lewis’ office.

“Alakath,” Lewis said, grinning his usual grin. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“I need to report a vandalized residence,” I told him.

“Who’s brave enough to destroy your home?” he asked.

“Who do you think?” I asked.

“Well, I can send an inspector tomorrow to survey the damage,” he said. “Grab a packet from the bin over there,” he then instructed. I did and sat at a desk in the corner. “Fill that out as best as you can, please. It’ll make the survey easier. Also,” his voice trailed a bit. “You wouldn’t have need of a receptionist or assistant of any kind, would you?” he asked.

“You mean Heather?” I asked as I began filling out the first page. He nodded.

“Try as I might, I can’t get any of the staff to treat her respectfully,” he said. “The poor girl’s at wits end, what with clothes that don’t fit and people just ogling instead of trying to help her.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said. “If nothing else, I’ll make her my squire if she’s okay with that.”

“I’m sure she will be,” the snake said. “She’s told me she’d do just about anything to be able to leave.”

“How about I run it by her when I leave?” I asked.

“Splendid,” he smiled. “No doubt, she’ll take you up on your offer.” He grinned. “I’ve full confidence you’ll treat her well. How soon can you take her in?”

“As soon as I have a roof over my head,” I said. “Remember why I’m here?” Lewis chuckled.

“She does have a home of her own, you know?” he said. “I’m sure she’ll let you stay there until restoration of your domicile is finished.”

“Did you forget about,” I started. He immediately shook his head.

“No, I remember the Feral,” he said. “No doubt you’ve left her in good hands for now, yes?” I nodded as I began the last page of the packet. “Then, until the restoration is complete, there’s no problem, yes?”

“I guess not,” I said. “I hope people don’t get the wrong idea, though.”

“What idea is that?” Lewis asked.

“I’ll let you piece it together,” I chuckled, signing the final line of the packet. I set it on his desk once I stood up. “How long do you wager the survey and such will take?”

“The survey will take a day,” he said. “The restoration depends on the damage to the premises.”

“Okay, so I’ll check back with you next week?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said. “And I’ll have Heather meet you, say, at the public baths in the morning?”

“That works,” I said. “I was thinking the tavern, but the baths works as well. That is,” I sighed, “if she’s okay with being a squire.”

“Well, run it by her on your way out,” the snake said, settling behind his desk. “I’ve an appointment here in a few minutes, so see you later.”

I nodded at him as I walked out the door. When I closed the door and turned around, Heather was standing just outside with an elegantly dressed cheetah female. I recognized her as the daughter of one of the nobles. Unlike her parents, she actually was humble and kind towards people.

“Oh, Alakath,” she said. “Hope you’re well?”

“Been better,” I answered. “I take it was your appointment I pushed back?” she nodded.

“It’s fine. The longer I’m away from my father the better,” she said.

“He treating you any better?” I asked. She shook her head.

“No, worse actually,” she said. “I can’t say here, but maybe I can meet you at the baths?”

“I would say dinner at the tavern would be better,” I said. “But last I heard, you’ve been banned?” she nodded.

“Father doesn’t trust me anymore,” she sighed. “That’s if he ever did to begin with.”

“Not surprising,” I said. “But I’ve got to get going.”

“Yeah,” the cheetah said. “I can’t dally too much longer myself.” She pulled me into a hug before stepping into Lewis’ office. I then turned to the hare.

“Now, I’ve a proposition for you,” I said, walking with her towards the front.

“What?” she asked.

“Do you think you could be a squire?” I asked. She looked over her glasses at me.

“For who?” she asked.

“Me,” I said. “I can teach you everything you need to know for it.”

“Did Lewis put you up to this?” she asked.

“He only said you wanted to quit this job,” I said.

“And I do,” she said. “But why a squire? I’ll literally do anything, as long as you take care of me,” she added. “I’ll even be your fuck toy and have as many of your children as you want, if that’s what you want, but why a squire?” She narrowed her eyes. “Why a glorified slave? If you want me to be a slave, just say so.”

“The difference between a squire and a slave is the honor that comes with it,” I said after clearing my throat. “A proper squire is indispensable for an adventurer. Squires receive the utmost respect from the court, even if it’s just to not anger their master. But,” I stood in front of her desk as we got to it, “if you don’t want to be my squire, what do you want to do, then?” She pouted a bit.

“I didn’t say I don’t want to. Just why a squire?” She said, her pout deepening. “I just want to know why not, say, a maid or whatever? Something I’m already skilled at?”

“Well, you can do those things as a squire,” I said. “You just also get to see the world,” I added. “Something maids, slaves, servants, and concubines never do.” Her pout didn’t diminish at all.

“But,” she started to stammer. “I’ve never left the city!”

“Just another reason to be my squire, then,” I said. “But, if you don’t want to be a squire, tell me what you want to be.” She continued to pout.

“You won’t make me dress all slutty, will you?” she asked.

“Not unless you want it,” I said. “Your top will have to have my crest on it, though.”

“If I’m your squire,” her eyes turned playful, “aren’t you supposed to dress me?”

“I’m to provide you with garb with my crest on it,” I smiled. “It’s up to you to actually wear it. Of course,” I winked, “not wearing it means you go nude.”

“Uh huh,” she said, crossing her arms, causing her top’s last button to strain. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” She let out another obscenity when that button flew off. “You know what? Fuck it, I’m in,” she almost yelled, allowing her top to slide down her arms, no longer having buttons holding it up, and leaving her breasts covered only by a meager strap of lace that was straining from the size of her bust. “When do I start?”

“In the morning,” I said. “You can meet me at the bath or the tavern, your choice.”

“As tempting as the bath would be, the tavern is better I think,” she said. “Want me to wear anything in particular?”

“Just whatever you’re comfortable in,” I said. “No need to be fancy or anything.”

“You do realize I’m a hare, not a bunny, right?” she asked. I nodded. “So you do realize that I’m not comfortable in clothing in general?”

“Right,” I said. “Well, wear whatever you’re most comfortable wearing, then.” She growled.

“Outside of the shit I’m wearing now, I don’t have anything!” she yelled. “I don’t have a wardrobe so to speak,” she added more quietly. “Just a bunch of thongs.”

“Well, how about meeting me when you’re done here and I’ll buy you something to wear for the time being?” I suggested. She smiled a bit.

“Yeah,” she said. “Where?”

“How about Mare’s Tailoring?” I suggested the tailor where Amaka’s sister, Andrea, works.

“Yeah, that works,” she said. “See you in four hours?” I nodded.

“See you then,” I said and walked out.

As I stepped out of the Court, I happened to see Andrea walk out of the alleyway that led to Jacob’s hideaway. As soon as I saw her, I waved her down and got her to come to me.

“Hey, stranger,” she said as she pulled me into a hug. “What’s up?”

“How well are you at sizing hares?” I asked her.

“Same as anyone else, why?” she returned.

“Because the hare at the front desk in the Court needs to be sized properly for some clothes,” I told her.

“You mean Heather?” she asked. I nodded. “I’d love to, but I’m not allowed to just waltz in a size anyone there,” she said. “I have to have an escort just to enter.” I had forgotten about that.

“I can if you want,” I offered. She shook her head.

“Actually, you can’t,” she said. “I have to be escorted by Court staff at all times. This includes while I’m sizing Heather, and that requires some privacy.”

“Right,” I sighed. “Guess it’s a good thing I told her to go to your shop once she’s off.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “I’d love to play with,” she stopped for a second and I started to smirk. “I mean, I’d love to get her in some proper clothes,” she finished with a nervous chuckle.

“I’m sure she’d love both,” I laughed.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she beamed. “Those hares are worse than us bunnies when it comes to having fun.”

“Hard to believe that’s possible,” I chuckled.

“Don’t get me wrong, we all have our boundaries,” she shrugged. “But you’ll be hard pressed to find a bunny that takes issue with most kinds of sex. That being said,” she blushed. “I’ve yet to find a hare gal who has boundaries.”

“Look I don’t,” I started to try to change the subject, but she continued.

“You can be as rough, kinky, or abusive as you want and they still take it like champs,” she continued, ignoring me. “Doesn’t matter-”

“Enough,” I pulled her to me by the collar. “I don’t need to know,” I growled as I let her go.

“Right,” she whimpered. “Sorry. I just get so excited I can’t control myself.”

“I know,” I said, patting her head. “I apologize for being rough,” I said.

“You’re fine,” she smiled a little. “I like it a little rough.” I just shook my head.

“Is that all you think about?” I laughed.

“Almost,” she said coyly, her smile returning. “It’s too fun not to.”

“Alright, well go do what you need to do then,” I told her. “I’ll see you with Heather soon.”

“Wait,” she asked, confused. “Why will you be there?”

“To make sure she can afford it,” I said. “Also, I need to ensure that my crest is on whatever tops she has made.”

“You’re squiring her?” Andrea asked. “I hope you know what you’re getting into with her, then.”

“I am,” I said. “And I believe I do know what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “Don’t come crying to me when you’re balls hurt from being drained too much.” I just laughed. “I’m serious,” she said. “Hares literally fuck whatever they can when they’re bored.”

“She won’t be bored,” I said. “Not for a week or so, at least.”

“Right,” she said. “But after that week? And she’s so young, too.” Her eyes grew listful. “So much libido, she’s probably going insane sitting at that desk every day.”

I just chuckled. “I can handle her.” Of course, that’s when it did occur to me that her cheeks have always been flushed when I walked up. I always just thought it was from the warm room, but I suppose it could be… other things. “But if not, I’ll let you take care of that need for her.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. “A guy admitting he can’t handle a gorgeous woman?” she started to giggle. “Am I dreaming?”

I laughed as I pinched her arm. “Are you?”

“No, I definitely felt that,” she winced, rubbing where I pinched her. “Did that have to be so hard?”

“Well, you wouldn’t know you’re not dreaming if it wasn’t,” I teased. She sighed.

“I guess,” she smiled. “So, you do admit that she’s too much woman for you?”

I laughed. “I’m not answering that.”

She just let out a “Hmph” and glared at me. “Well, guess you’ll be bringing your crest to the shop?” I nodded. “Guess I’ll see you two then,” she smiled as she walked away, walking in such a  way that made her assets bounce noticeably. That girl has some issues, I swear.

I then headed to my house, in order to retrieve my crest and some clothes to change into. When I got to it, everything was exactly as it had been left. The odor was beyond foul. Excrement setting in place for a period tends to have that effect though.

I could barely breath while collecting the few belongings I needed. Needless to say, I spent as little time as possible inside. Fortunately, it didn’t take me long to get everything. Of course, everything I had just retrieved also reeked of fecal matter.

I took my belongings with me to the bath, hoping that no one was there. Fortunately that was the case. It took an hour or so, but I did eventually get the odor out of everything. I took the opportunity to bathe myself while I was there, then I took my clothes to Johan’s so I wasn’t carrying them everywhere.

When I got there, Gladia was sitting at a table pouring over a map of something.

“Hey,” I said, setting my clothes in a tidy pile by the door.

“Hey,” she responded. “Back already?”

“Just stopping by for a bit. Where’s Starlight and Johan?” I asked.

“Upstairs,” the husky replied. “Johan’s teaching her how to write.”

“Good,” I said. “What are you looking at?” I then asked.

“A map of some ruins,” she told me. “My brother and I were on our way to them when we were attacked.”

“Still planning on exploring it?” I asked as I walked over behind her to get a better look.

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I mean, I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave if I’m alone.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, looking over the ruin’s layout.

“The relic that’s supposed to be here supposedly requires a ritual, requiring a brother and sister, to be completed before it can be taken,” she said. “I think it’s bullshit, but I want someone to be with me in case it does take two people.” She looked up at me. “Amaka had said she’d go with me one day, but who knows when that’ll be now.”

“Doubt it’ll be anytime soon,” I said. “Things with her are only just getting started.”

“And why can’t you tell us about that?” the husky huffed. “What has she gotten herself into?”

“I don’t know the details,” I lied. “Only that it’s just begun.”

“Well, can you get her out of it?” she glowered at me. “Or do Starlight and I have to do it?”

“Don’t be brash,” I scolded her. “What I do know is that what’s she’s been drug into is a good thing.”

“How?” Gladia almost yelled. “How is whatever has me and Starlight worried as fuck about her good?”

“Revolution,” came Johan’s voice from the stairwell. “She’ll be leading a revolution here.”

“How,” I started to ask.

“How I know?” he finished for me. “I have contacts everywhere in town. Including each of the revolutionary sects.”

I just dropped and shook my head. “I didn’t want them to be even more worried,” I said.

“Revolution?” the husky asked. “Here? Why?”

“There are people who believe the court and nobility here are too corrupt,” I told her. “These people, possibly rightfully, think that they are too self centered and are not doing enough for the people.”

“But if she’s leading it, then she’s safe, right?” Gladia asked, the concern obvious in her eyes.

“For now,” I said. “But once it truly begins, she’ll be in the most danger she’s ever been in.”

“Why?” the husky asked.

“She’s ‘leading’ it in that she’ll be the figurehead,” I said. “This mean’s she’ll be directly involved in everything that goes on,” I sighed. “Especially everything that turns violent.” Gladia’s gasped and covered her mouth.

“Seriously?” she almost whispered. She then began mouthing something, trying to get words to form. Finally, she could speak again. “Why did she agree to it?”

“Because of her mother,” I said.

“What about her?” the husky seemed confused.

“She’s been forced to work at the brothel all of Amaka’s life,” I informed her. “That brothel is the first target that the organization has.”

“Why there?” the husky’s questions, while warranted, seemed endless.

“The leader views it as the perfect symbol of the Court’s corruption,” I said. “Technically, the brothel is operating illegally, but the nobility turns a blind eye to it as long as its owner pays them a share of his profit. I take that back,” I immediately remembered. “The Court recently passed a law that legalized it, stipulating that the girls not be virgins, and ‘consent’ being there.” I glowered. “However, there’s no stipulation that the consent be from extortion or blackmail.”

Gladia started to ask another question when I put a paw in her face. “I’ve got to run to the tailor,” I snapped. “I’ll fill both you and Starlight in later about Amaka’s situation.” The girl licked my hand and turned back to her map. I looked at Johan, who just nodded, and turned around and walked back towards the door.

By the time I got to Mare’s Tailoring, Heather was already there, waiting on me. She wasn’t in her (ruined) court attire, but rather, a plain shirt that barely covered her ample bosom and shorts that could easily be mistaken for underwear itself, if not for it’s material and the straps of her thong that were visible along her hips above the shorts. If the fact that the bottom of her breasts were completely visible means anything, it’s that she was no longer wearing a bra.

“You’re early,” I greeted her with a smile. She smiled as she noticed me.

“Yea,” her grin didn’t diminish a bit. “Lewis let me leave early so I could change into something more comfortable.”

“That was nice of him,” I said. “You’re comfortable in that?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Not really,” she sighed. “I’d rater not be wearing a shirt or these shorts,” she smirked. “I like letting everything be free.”

“Well,” I chuckled, “the bunny sizing you will appreciate that.”

“Hah,” she glared at me. “I can out-fuck any bunny out there,” she continued to glare at me, looking over her glasses.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t, either.” I’m sure my discomfort at her brazen sexual speech was becoming apparent. “Just that she’ll appreciate your preference for undress.”

“D’aww, the kitty getting nervous?” the hare gleamed, teasing me, or rather, my modesty. I couldn’t help but start rubbing the back of my head, my “tell” for being uncomfortable with a conversation.

“Maybe,” I laughed uncomfortably. “I’m not as forward as you in regards to intimate things.” She bellowed in laughter.

“Sex doesn’t have to be intimate,” she choked out as she laughed. “Nothing’s better than sex for fun.” She grinned.

“Damn right,” I heard a voice from behind me say. “You’re both early, so you know,” she, Andrea, said as I turned around. She was carrying several bundles of cloth and other material in her arms.

“Need a hand?” I asked.

“Fuck you,” she said. “I don’t need a man’s help,” she added as she tried, and repeatedly failed, to grasp the door handle. She sighed, “Okay, can one of you open the door for me?”

“No,” I grinned. “You don’t need help, remember?” Heather laughed, and quickly covered her mouth. I then reached over and opened the door for her.

“Thanks, asshole,” she said as she walked in, a playful grin on her face.

“Think she likes you,” Heather winked at me as she followed her inside.

I just chuckled and followed them, closing the door behind me. I immediately heard someone yell from the back of the shop.

“Andrea!” the angry voice, no doubt Mare’s, yelled. “What kept your fat ass?”

“Shush,” the bunny replied from just in front of me. “We’ve customers.”

“Well, get them what they need so I can give your ass a bollocking,” Mare yelled at her.

“You wonder why people complain about this place,” I yelled, barely stifling a chuckle. Andrea turned and glared at me, mouthing “Stop”.

“This is the best tailor shop in town and you know it, fucker,” Mare responded to me as she stepped into the storefront. “My word, girl. Are you mad?” the paint horse nearly screamed when she saw Heather. “You’re asking for trouble wearing such disgusting rags.”

“I’ll dress however I damn well please,” the hare responded. “I can kick anyone’s ass if I want.”

“Yes,” the mare said snootily, “you hares are so cocksure, well maybe cuntsure is more appropriate for you,” she added with a sneer. “I doubt you could touch me should I want to have my way with you,” the old mare glared.

“Mare, please,” Andrea butted in. “People will only take so many insults before the fact that you’re the best in town isn’t worth it.”

The old horse sighed. “You’re right, whore,” she said. “I must be getting senile in my old age.” Andrea muttered something under her breath. “Either way, whatever you need, I’m sure my apprentice here can suffice. I’ve more royal robes to make,” the mare huffed as she retreated back into what must be her workshop.

“Arrogant bitch,” Andrea said, barely audible as her master walked out of sight, and likely hearing. She then let out a long sigh. “Now then,” she chirped. “Let’s get this sexy hare sized for,” she paused. “What kind of attire?” she asked, looking at me.

I turned to Heather. “What would you be most comfortable in?”

“Nothing but a thin, lacy thong,” the hare said. “But, I suppose if I have to wear something kinda modest, then a thin tank and a skirt should do,” she added with a sigh.

“What colors?” Andrea asked, again looking at me.

“Crimson and purple,” I answered. Those are my family colors.

“How come I never see you in those colors?” Andrea asked.

“You’ve never been around for a special occasion,” I said. The last of which was my wife’s funeral.

“Isn’t squiring someone a special occasion?” the bunny asked.

“For the squire, it is,” I said. “For the master? Not so much.”

“Oooh,” Heather cooed. “We can make it one, though,” she smirked.

“I’d rather not,” I said. Heather pouted.

“Please?” she looked at me with the most pitiful of expressions. “It won’t be sensual, I promise.” She somehow made her expression even more pitiful. I sighed.

“Fine, tomorrow we’ll throw something of a party,” I said, which set her smiling.

“Yay,” Heather cheered. Andrea cleared her throat.

“So, are we going to chit chat all evening or am I going to size up this gorgeous hare?” the bunny asked.

“You get to that,” I said. “I’ll be back in an hour. That long enough?”

“Why can’t you stay?” Heather asked. “Don’t wanna see this adorable bunny play with these?” she added, lifting up her top, revealing her breasts in full, a teasing grin on her face.

“As tempting as that is,” I began with a chuckle, “I’ve got other things to check on. Which the time she’ll take with you is enough for me to do.”

“Like?” the hare asked. “What’s more important than making sure this bunny doesn’t abuse your new squire?” When I didn’t respond immediately, she continued. “Can’t whatever it is wait until she’s done playing with these?” she giggled, bouncing her breasts, which she had kept exposed. Andrea’s mouth was open, eyes glued to them.

“Well,” I huffed. “I need to order your sword, still.” I added quickly, “any good squire wields a sword.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be good,” she winked, “but rather naughty.” I expected Andrea to but in, but she was still transfixed by the hare’s huge, yet perfectly shaped breasts.

“Well, in public, you’ll have to be a good squire,” I said, smirking at her. “Save the naughtiness for private, yeah?” She grinned.

“Yeah, okay,” she smiled, looking towards Andrea, who had yet to stop staring at Heather’s bosom. That is, until Heather smacked her face with one of her breasts.

“Oops,” the bunny gasped, rubbing her nose. “Sorry about that,” she added with a blush. The hare just giggled.

“Anyway,” I cleared my throat, “I’m going to visit Amarlee while you two have fun,” I said. “I’ll see how long it’ll take her to forge a sword for Heather.”

“Alright,” Andrea said. “Maybe she’s not too busy fawning over that boyfriend of hers.”

I set my crest on the counter beside Andrea. “Don’t lose this,” I told her.

“I won’t,” she said, beaming. “It’ll be here when you get back.”

“Good,” I said as I turned to walk out the door. I could hear the bunny and hare giggling as I walked out.

It was a short, quick stroll over to Maiden’s Armors, where Amarlee has been an apprentice since she left her mother’s care. Like Andrea being apprentice to the best tailor in town, Amarlee has been apprentice to the best blacksmith in town. I began to realize as I made my way there exactly what I was getting into squiring a young, female hare.

Physically, hares are larger than rabbits, in all areas. Their sex drives are significantly worse than rabbits’ as well. Rabbits at least typically have the decency to dress semi-modestly. Hares typically prefer nudity, as they consider clothes to be too obstructive to the on demand sex they prefer. What this translates to is a girl who is stronger than me and always wanting to have sex is going to be around me at all times. Should her desire (demand?) for sex get the better of her, I doubt there’s anything I can do to stop her. I may have made a serious mistake agreeing to this, but it’s too late to back out now.

I walked into the blacksmith’s shop, and in the back, I could see Garius Bloodpaw, an old, silver wolf who everyone wonders how he’s still alive, standing just behind Amarlee, a young, yellow furred rabbit. Both were covered in thick leather from the neck down, despite being near such tremendous heat, as they were standing by the forge. Garius was observing Amarlee hammer away at a red hot metal bar, shaping it into something more useful. Despite being ancient in age, my entrance into the shop did not go unnoticed by the wolf.

“Welcome,” he said. “What can we do for you?”

“Huh?” Amarlee looked quizzically in my direction.

“Pay attention girl!” the wolf yelled. “I can’t afford for you to burn down my shop!”

“Sorry,” the bunny murmured and continued to hammer away.

“Anyway,” the old man turned to me. “What did you say you needed?”

“I need to order a squire’s sword,” I said.

“Rapier or falchion?” he asked.

“Whichever is best for learning with,” I told him.

“Each uses a different technique,” the wolf returned. “Falchions, though, are better suited for novices.” Amarlee placed the bar in a tub of water, and it let out a loud sizzle and lots of steam.

“Who are you squiring?” she asked. “Amaka?”

“No,” I said. “A young hare that worked at the court.” I sighed. “I’m trying to get her into a better position, so I’m going to have her as a squire for a while.”

“Has she any previous sword experience?” Garius asked.

“Not that I know of,” I answered. “Yes, her assets may prove troublesome for her technique, but hopefully she doesn’t ever have to actually utilize any swordsmanship.”

“One always hopes to never use the art,” the old man said. “But, it never fails that one must at some point or another.”

“Indeed,” I nodded. “That’s why I’m going to train her, as soon as I can put a sword in her hands.”

“If it’s the hare I’m thinking of,” Amarlee started.

“Don’t let the metal cool too much!” the elder blacksmith barked. “You’ve not finished shaping it!”

“I know!” the young bunny yelled. “Still needs another minute before I pull it!” She huffed. “Anyways, wouldn’t a broadsword be better for her?”

“No,” I said. “Those typically are wielded with two hands, and a squire needs a free hand to either hold a standard or shield.”

“Oh,” she said, turning and pulling the partially shaped bar out of the water. “You sure you’re not thinking of a greatsword?” She resumed hammering on the metal, which earned a rather vicious slap from the wolf.

“You’re forgetting a step!” he yelled.

“Well, fuck you!” she yelled back, tears welling in her eyes, nose starting to bleed. “Just tell me without beating the shit out of me!”

“No other way to learn my trade,” the wolf barked. “You’re learning the same way I did.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled him towards him. “Actually, I’ve been soft on you,” he growled, his face not even an inch from hers. “I haven’t beaten you with your failed works like I was. You haven’t been sent to the hospital from being burned with ruined metal like I was.” He snarled. “Maybe, I’ve been too soft on you.” He pushed her away, nearly causing her to fall into the still boiling water she had pulled the metal bar from. With that, he retreated into a back room.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” she gasped, having caught herself on the edges of the trough. “He’s going crazy, I swear to the gods.”

“He’s just old,” I said, helping her regain her footing. “He can’t be like that all the time.” She shook her head.

“No,” she sighed. “He’s only started being like that for the past month. Ever since I started dating,” she paused, “Benny. It can’t be because he’s jealous, can it?”

“I doubt it,” I said. “Well, not directly anyway.”

“What do you mean?” she then asked.

“Maybe he’s been distracting you from your work, causing you to make more mistakes than before,” I suggested. She sighed.

“I figured that, actually,” she drooped her head. “My work has turned to shit since then.” Tears began welling up, again. “I didn’t think dating someone would affect my work.” I put my hand on her shoulder.

“Well, life’s a balance,” I said. “You have to balance your work with everything else. Including love.”

“Right,” she said. “Maybe I should break up with him.”

“Only if you think that’s best,” I told her. “I think maybe you should just focus more on your work for now. Let this Benny know that maybe you need a little space, but keep seeing him.” I tussled her hair. “It’s good to be in love.”

She looked up at me with a smile. “Thanks,” was all she said as she pulled me into a hug. “Anyway, you need a squire’s sword?”

I nodded. “Yeah, but I understand if it takes awhile to get to it.” She shook her head.

“No, for you I’ll make it tonight,” she said. “I just need to know the style and a copy of your crest.”

“Well, Andrea has my only copy right now,” I said.

“Oh, okay. Well, without it, I can’t make a proper squire’s sword,” she said, still hugging me.

“Well, she’s sizing up Heather, then I can bring it here,” I told her.

“Heather? Her?” she pulled back from the hug and stared at me with a shocked expression. “I don’t think you can handle her.”

“I’m thinking the same thing,” I admitted. “But I have no intention of it, either.”

“But, aren’t squires supposed to be at the whim of the master?” she asked, coyly. I knew exactly what she was getting at, though.

“Yes, and where it matters, she will be,” I said. Amarlee giggled.

“Uh huh, sure,” she grinned. “You just think that while she has you pinned in bed.”

“Right, the sword,” I said, changing the subject.

“Yeah? It’ll be ready this time tomorrow,” she said. “How you gonna keep her in line when she’s got you tied to the bed so she can fuck you whenever she wants?” she asked with a smirk, not letting me evade the topic.

“I take it you know her?” I asked. She nodded.

“Let’s just say that she hasn’t always been prim and proper,” she grinned coyly. “It’s a wonder old cranky ass didn’t knock her up as many nights he paid for her.” She chuckled. “I don’t think she even bothered wearing clothes when she came by.”

“I’m aware of her past,” I said. “She served the minimum time required by the Court and now is free to do as she will.”

“So she chooses to be your squire?” Amarlee asked, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

“She wants honest work, and it’s either that or stay working for the Court,” I said.

“Yeah? Why not squire Amaka, then?” she asked, a bit of irritation in her voice.

“You think I didn’t offer?” I asked. “I gave up a long time ago on hiring her myself.”

“Okay,” she relented. “I guess I’ll buy your story for now.” She grinned again. “So, falchion squire sword?” I nodded. “I’ll have it ready tomorrow evening,” she said. “I’ll let you know the price then.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “Want me to bring the crest by?”

“Won’t be a squire sword without it,” she teased. “So yeah, I do.”

“Alright,” I laughed. “Be back shortly.”

It didn’t take long at all to get back to Mare’s Tailoring. When I walked in, my crest was still sitting on the counter where I had left it. Nowhere in sight, however, were the bunny or hare. Mare could be seen stitching away in her workshop, her back towards the entrance. A curtain beside Mare’s workshop opened, and Andrea’s head poked out.

“You’re back already,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said. “Have you done what you needed with the crest yet?”

“No,” she said. “I’m still sizing up this lovely hare.”

“Don’t lie, filthy whore!” Mare yelled. “I hear you two fucking somehow.”

“We’re not!” Andrea yelled at the old horse. “I’m just making sure she enjoys the experience.”

“Same thing, skank!” the cranky mare yelled. “I can’t concentrate with all your moaning!”

“I can’t help her tits are sensitive as hell!” the young bunny yelled back.

“I told you what to do in that case, did I not?” the mare asked condescendingly.

“Yes,” Andrea muttered.

“Did you do what I told you?” the Mare appeared ready to unleash another barrage at the young girl.

“No,” the bunny barely said above a whisper.

“Why not?” Mare then asked bluntly, rising out of her chair.

“Because she didn’t want me to do that,” Andrea stammered, noticeably shuddering.

The old mare then walked out of her shop and into the fitting room. Within seconds, both Andrea and Heather were flung into the main shop, both entirely nude.

“You know how I feel about sexual relations in my shop!” Mare yelled. “Now, both you hussies can get the fuck out!”

“But,” Andrea started.

“Don’t worry, brown bitch,” Mare coldly cut her off, “I’ll leave your shit in the alley behind the shop. I’m done with you and your amateur antics! Go fuck your girlfriend somewhere else!” With that, she came up and shoved them both out the door, not allowing them to dress. She glared at me as she returned to her shop. “What?” she snapped.

“Was that really necessary?” I asked. “They’re both young and curious,” I then added. “The same way you were when I was just a cub.”

Mare opened her mouth to say something, but instead just hung her head and sighed. “You’re right, Alakath. My mind is slipping with my age, I can tell.” She then grabbed some towels she had out for sale and walked outside with them. She came back in momentarily, ushering both young ladies wrapped in the towels ahead of her.

“I don’t see how you put up with me,” Mare said to Andrea. “I know I do worse to you yet you’re still here.” Andrea was crying.

“Trust me,” she said in between sobs, “you’re better than the alternative.” She wrapped the old horse in a hug. “Plus, you’re the best teacher.” The bunny looked up at her teacher, smiling through the tears. “I’m just a horrible student sometimes.”

Mare smirked as she rubbed the young bunny’s hair. “You’ve still much to learn, Andrea.” She planted a soft kiss of the bunny’s forehead. “Now go get dressed and size this hare, using the technique I taught you for those with overly sensitive bodies.” The mare smiled. “Or have fun with her. Whichever you feel is more beneficial to her.”

Andrea seemed stunned by the sudden reversal of her master’s temperament. Fortunately, Heather wasn’t shy about grabbing the bunny by the arm and ushering her back into the fitting room.

“I think I should retire, soon,” Mare said softly.

“Early isn’t it?” I asked. “Still plenty of daylight and I’m sure,” she cut me off.

“I mean hand the shop over to Andrea,” she said. “When it comes to tailoring, she’s mastered the craft.” She sighed. “All she really has left to learn is running the business, and she’s a long ways from knowing that.”

“That concerned about your mind?” I asked.

“I’m old,” she said. “Too old to be chastising a young girl who is just like I was her age.” She smiled. “A girl young enough to be my granddaughter.”

“Well, maybe you let her take over the tailoring and slowly show her the basics of running the shop,” I suggested.

“Maybe,” she said. “Or maybe I hire an accountant for her so I worry less about it,” she said.

“Did you need an accountant?” I ask.

“No,” she sighed. “Nor was I ever taught how to run the shop. Guess I can give her the same opportunity.” Mare smiled. “I’m too old.”

“You care about the girl,” I said. She nodded.

“Too much, I think,” she laughed. “I guess that’s why my standards for her have always been higher than my previous apprentices.”

“That, and you’re old,” I winked at her.

“Too old,” she sighed, smiling. About that time, Heather and Andrea came out from the fitting room, both dressed this time.

“Okay, let me make a template of the crest real quick and you can take it to Amarlee,” Andrea said, taking the crest off the counter into the workshop. After a few minutes, Andrea’s top flew to the far side of the shop.

“The press gets too hot for the girl,” Mare said. “She never wears a shirt when using it.” She chuckled. “I don’t blame her, I rarely do myself.”

“That’s not an image I want, granny,” Heather smirked at the old horse.

“What? Think I’m all saggy?” the old horse asked as she pulled her blouse open enough to reveal her lack of a bra. “I can put all these young girls in town to shame if I wanted to,” Mare said, her confidence obvious.

“Sure,” Heather rolled her eyes. “You’re just wrapping is all,” she looked over her glasses as the old woman, who lifted her nose as she dropped her top onto the floor, revealing that, if not for her silver mane and tired, wise eyes, she would easily be mistaken for a much younger mare.

“I don’t believe in such deceit,” the old mare huffed. “I’ve taken great care of my body throughout my life.” She grinned, strutting over towards the hare, who was staring at the old horse’s youthful appearing body. “Even a sex driven maniac like you appreciates it, I see.” Heather slowly nodded, captivated by the allure of the wise woman.

“You proved your point,” I said, smirking. “The sex addict’s addicted to you,” I added with a laugh. Again, this solicited a slow nod from Heather, who had even started drooling.

“Fair enough,” Mare giggled, reaching down to grab her top and deftly putting it back on in what seemed to be a single motion. About that same moment, Andrea came out from the workshop, carrying my crest and a wax mold of it.

“Here you go,” Andrea said, handing me my crest. She then eyed Mare. “Were you showing off your tits again?” Mare nodded. “And you yell at me when I do it,” the bunny winked. “I see how it is.”

“This hare didn’t believe me when I said I’ve maintained my body,” the old woman grinned. “I only proved her wrong.”

“I’m still stunned at how,” Heather paused, “magnificent her body is. Not gonna lie,” she hesitantly chuckled, “I thought your body would be all wrinkly and saggy like all the other grannies I know.”

Mare harrumphed at that. “They’re just lazy.”

“Indeed,” I said. “But as much as I would love to stay and admire all the beauty here, I need to get this crest to Amarlee so she can make Heather’s sword.”

“Of course,” Mare nodded. “Take care.”

“I’ll have her squire clothes ready tomorrow,” Andrea said. “See you then?”

“You bet,” I said as Heather and I started to walk out the door. “Wait,” I said before actually leaving. “Go pick you out some stuff to wear in the meantime. Can’t have you dressed like that for the ceremony.”

“What should I pick?” Heather asked.

“The most modest thing you’re comfortable in,” I said. “The ceremony is the one time I’ll require you to dress modestly.”

“The only items on the shelves she’ll fit in won’t be very modest on her,” Andrea said. “Her tits will basically be exposed.”

“The problems with being as big as I am,” Heather blushed. “Clothes that fit are hard to come by.”

“So you don’t premake anything for horses or cows?” I asked.

“Yeah, but the bottoms will be baggy on her,” Andrea said. “Equines and bovines have more pronounced hips.”

“A belt or hemming can fix that,” I said. About that time, Heather came from where some dresses were holding it over her body.

“This might work, she said.

“Want to try it?” Andrea said.

“Please,” the hare said, walking with the bunny into the fitting room. They spent a few minutes in there as Heather put on the dress. I’m sure my jaw dropped when she stepped out, as she was absolutely stunning when she stepped out.

“I think it exposes more than he said is okay,” Andrea said. Then she giggled, “I think he likes it, though”

“This’ll do, then,” the hare smirked. It was all I could do to nod my assent at her choice. “So much for being modest,” she winked as she ducked back into the fitting room to change back into her original attire.

“How much is it?” I asked.

“One hundred Furre,” Andrea said. I handed her the money and she shook her head. “I’m not going to charge you, though.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because,” she said, nodding back towards where Heather was changing, “she deserves to be treated nicely, for once.”

“And that leads to not charging me, how?” I asked. She giggled.

“Because,” she said, smiling, “that dress is expensive and I know you’re not overflowing with money right now.”

“Right,” I said. “But you don’t make money for food and whatnot giving clothes away.”

“Let me worry about that,” the bunny said. About that time, Heather walked back into the storefront from the fitting room.

“How much do I owe?” she asked, pulling a pouch from under her shirt.

“Nothing,” Andrea beamed. “Alakath paid for it.”

“You didn’t have to,” Heather said. “I’m not technically your squire, yet.”

“Well,” I started as I rubbed the back of my neck.

“It’s how he is, babe,” Andrea said with a wink. “He’s that kind of nice guy.”

“I see,” the hare giggled. “Guess I’m lucky to be squiring under him, then.” She looked at me with a smile. Andrea just nodded. “Well, thanks.”

“Anytime,” Andrea smiled. “See you two tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” I said, guiding the still beaming Heather outside. “See you tomorrow.”

It was nearly dark when we got to Maiden’s Armors. Amarlee was sitting on the counter, blood still caked under her nose.

“Took you long enough,” she said. “Was supposed to close shop an hour ago.”

“Sorry,” Heather said. “Had an issue at the tailor’s.”

“Here to try to get knocked up again?” Amarlee asked, not hiding the hostility in her voice.

“No bitch,” the hare huffed. “Don’t know what you mean by ‘again’, either. I’ve never been preggo.” She glared at the young bunny. “The fuck’s your problem, anyway?”

“You know,” Amarlee crossed her arms. “I don’t see how anyone can pity a slut like you.” She eyeballed me with that remark.

“Enough,” I barked. “Let the past stay there.”

“Fine,” the bunny growled. “Sword will be ready tomorrow evening,” she added. “Hope he shoves it up your ass, bitch.”

“Marle,” I said sternly. “There’s no need for this.”

“There’s no need for you to squire this cum dumpster over my sister, either!” she yelled.

I blew up at that. I grabbed her by her suspender straps, since that was all she was wearing, and pulled her up to my face. “I can’t count how many times over the years I’ve tried to, either. She refused each time.” The bunny’s frantic breathing slowed down after a bit.

“Sorry,” she said, lowering her eyes from mine. “I didn’t know you tried to.” I gently set her down on her feet.

“I would think it’s obvious I would have offered to have her as my squire,” I gently told her.  “Like I said, let this girl’s past stay there, please.”

“Okay,” she walked over to Heather and offered her hand. “Sorry for, you know,” she said, not making eye contact.

“I know what?” Heather asked, crossing her arms.

“You,” Amarlee’s voice started to crack. “For calling you those things,” she whimpered.

Heather looked at the bunny over her glasses with contempt. She uncrossed her arms, but instead of taking Amarlee’s hand, she punched the girl in the face, sending her sprawling onto the ground. The hare then spat on the bunny.

“Sorry ain’t fucking good enough,” Heather said. “You don’t just call people shit for no reason and not get laid the fuck out.” By then, the bunny was sobbing, just saying “Sorry” over and over. “If you value that beautiful mug of yours, you’ll be more respectful of people.”

“Easy,” I said. “She’s already had a rough day.”

“I am easy!” the hare yelled. “I ain’t sent her to the hospital yet!”

“What the hell is going on?” Garius’ raspy voice could be heard coming from the back workshop. “Why is my pupil bleeding on my floor?”

“I insulted her,” the bunny whimpered. “Called her a slut, cum dumpster and such.”

“So you deserved it?” the wolf chuckled. “Still, let a wolf research in peace, yes?”

“I just came to drop off my crest for the sword I inquired about earlier,” I said.

“Oh, yes,” Garius said. “Once Amarlee stands up, she’ll take that and engrave it into the sword.” He glanced over at Heather. “This is your squire?” he asked, smirking.

“Yes, she is,” I said. “She’s seeking honest work now, and I believe squiring for me is better than being harassed at the court.”

“Of course,” he said, grinning. “She’ll be the best lay of your life, I guarantee it.” He chuckled. Heather glared at him over her glasses.

“Of course I will be,” she said. “I’m the best at everything I do.”

I couldn’t help but cover my face with my hand. “If I ever lay with her,” I said.

“You will,” she smirked.

“Anyway, about how much will the sword be?” I asked.

“Amarlee will tell you when you pick it up,” Garius said.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll be by here tomorrow evening then.”

“Should be ready by then,” the wolf said. “Unless lovebird here ruins it too many times.”

“I’ll get it done,” Amarlee choked out.

“I trust you will,” I said. “Have a good night,” I said, ushering the still fuming hare out the front door.

“Hussy’s lucky laying her out’s all I did,” Heather said as soon as the door closed. “I don’t even know what I did to her.”

“She’s upset that I’m squiring you, not one of her sisters,” I told her.

“Seriously?” she said. “Seems awful petty to me.”

“It is,” I said. “But she’s still really young to where petty things seems to matter more.”

Heather just harrumphed. “So, am I staying with you tonight or we waiting until you’ve made it official?”

“About that,” I said, rubbing the back of my head. “We may need to stay wherever you’ve been staying for the time being.”

“I don’t mind,” she said. “Bed’s big enough for an entire litter and cozy to boot. Why, though?”

“Because my house was destroyed recently,” I said. “I’m having to stay at a friend’s until it gets fixed.”

“I see,” she said. “So, wanna crash with me tonight?” she offered, a flirty glint to her eye.

“What clothing I could salvage is at my friend’s,” I said. “I’ll stay there tonight and tomorrow, you can help me move it to your place.”

Heather pouted. “Okay, that works.”

“And tomorrow, we’ll officially make you my squire,” I said. “There’s a little ceremony that we’ll have to do, but it’ll be quick and easy.”

“Cool,” she said. “Can I bring anyone to watch?”

“Of course,” I said. “It’s a big deal being made into a squire. You can bring as many friends and family you want to the ceremony.”

“Where we doing it?” she asked.

“Town Square,” I said.

She sighed, her nervousness showing. “Okay. Where and when am I meeting you tomorrow?”

“Either the tavern or the bath,” I said. “Which would you rather?”

“If we bathe together, the bath,” she winked.

“I doubt that they’ll allow that until you’re officially my squire,” I said. The hair pouted again.

“Fine,” she said. “The baths will still do.” She lowered her gaze. “I’m not exactly welcome at the tavern, what with me whoring myself out before.”

“Well, they won’t have a say once you’re my squire,” I grinned at her. She slowly grinned herself.

“You make this sound so awesome,” she said.

“It’s even better,” I said. “But go get some rest. Tomorrow’s a long day.”

“Okay,” she said and pulled me into a kiss. “I’ll see you at the bath in the morning.”

“See you then,” I said as she sauntered towards her home.

Johan, Starlight, and Gladia were all waiting on me when I walked into Johan’s house. Starlight didn’t look very happy at all when I saw her. Gladia had more of a concerned expression while Johan looked like he would fall asleep any moment.

“Where you been?” Starlight ask. “I start to worry.”

“I’m sure,” I said. “Had several errands to run today.”

“Amaka,” Starlight blurted. “What she doing?”

“She’s safe for now,” I said. “Injured from infiltrating the General’s mansion, but recovering now.”

“Injured?” Gladia asked. “How bad?”

“I was told it’s a rather deep gash to her leg,” I said. “The people she’s with are ensuring she’ll recover fully.”

“Who these people?” Starlight then asked. “They good people?”

“They’re not bad people,” I said. “They have a plan to make this city a better place.”

“I take it you support them?” Gladia asked.

“They’re better than other people with similar goals,” I said. “Plus, to ensure Amaka’s safety, I need to at least appear to be in their corner.”

“Or you could, you know, bust in and free her with force,” Gladia said. “I’ll help you with that.”

“Her injury is one reason I’m not,” I said. “Also, she’s agreed to help them herself.”

“Why?” Starlight asked. “Why she help people that may not be good?”

“Because of her mom,” I said. “Jonah is their first target.”

Starlight smiled. “That bad man they target?” she asked. I nodded. “So they good people.”

“Mostly,” I said. “Also, all of Amaka’s sisters are involved as well.”

“Another factor in her decision, no doubt,” Gladia added. I nodded.

“Indeed, their mom is probably the biggest reason they all are involved,” I added.

“So we sit and wait, then?” Gladia asked.

“There’s a library in the Noble District if you want to go research those ruins,” I said.

“I’ll look into that,” the husky quipped. I turned to Starlight.

“I hear Johan is teaching you how to write now,” I said, smiling. She nodded.

“Yes. He teach good,” she beamed. “I know how to write and speak your tongue now thanks to him.”

“Good, now you can put that journal of yours to use, eh?” I laughed and she giggled.

“I will,” she grinned. “I write all my past tonight.” She closed her eyes. “Will take all night, will need someone rub my back while write.”

“I can,” Gladia said. “Your fur feels amazing.”

“Can Alakath?” the Feral fox asked. I shook my head.

“Maybe another time. I’ve got to get up early again in the morning,” I said.

“More errands?” Gladia asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve been talked into squiring someone, so I’ve got to attend to a few things regarding that.”

“Oh,” Gladia chirped. “When do we get to meet the lucky lad?”

“The ceremony will be at noon tomorrow at the Town Square if you all want to watch,” I said. “You’ll also meet the girl who’s my squire.”

“Girl?” Gladia asked. “That’s not typical.”

“I know, but there’s nothing saying that squires have to be men,” I informed her.

“True,” the husky yawned. “If I’m rubbing your back, Starlight, let’s go ahead and get upstairs, okay?” The fox nodded and they proceeded to go to wherever they set up Starlight’s writing station.

I nudged Johan’s arm, since he had fallen asleep during the conversation with the girls.

“I’m going to my bed, now,” the Feral wolf said. “I’ll see you sometime tomorrow,” he added with a yawn.

“Good night,” I told him. He just nodded and plodded up the stairs to his bed.

Tomorrow will certainly be interesting. Heather is not the ideal type for a squire, but I know she’ll put her all into it. I’m hoping Jacob doesn’t need me to save Macy or Amy, whichever he sends, from Jonah’s. If I do, I’ll have to get Heather to wait at her house, since she’ll just be in the way at that point. May the gods be with me tomorrow…

Crap… Just remembered I’m supposed to meet Felicity, the young cheetah, at the baths. I’ll write that conversation down tomorrow, if anything important comes of it. If not, then I’m going to be up extremely late for nothing.