The guy was some sort of banker, apparently. He was a regular. He was a shimmering pale golden shade of Runge, dressed in a charcoal suit that looked very expensive. Demarle was real twitchy around him, and kept whispering for Magarce to act innocent- apparently he had specific preferences Arle was aware of.

Faisand also knew him. She wasn’t twitchy at all. She was able to touch him, move around him with total impunity, and the way he looked at her could only be described as worshipful. He fawned over the aging courtesan, but in a strange way, one that didn’t seem to involve desire.

That was not the case for the way he reacted to Magarce.

His eyes had lit up at first glimpse of her, and he kept staring in a disconcerting way, as if he felt he should not look but was compelled to. It might have been her ridiculous costume. Arle had gone out and got her a little white dress, one that had caused a minor argument between herself and Faisand. The dress had ruffles, and a large pink bow.

“You’ve got to be joking,” Faisand had said.

“Well, be fair, I had to try and find a Runge outfit that would work, and the age range I had to turn to, well…”

“Oh, I know what you’re trying!”

“And you know it’ll work!” retorted Demarle.

Faisand had glowered. “I do not think it is good for him.”

“Maybe it’s better for him than your usual routine.” said Demarle, which had ended the conversation very effectively.

Now, Magarce was padding into the presence of this rich banker client, wearing the ridiculous clothing and pretty well lost inside the layers of ruffle and bow, with every intention of fucking him and being tutored in it by Faisand. Faisand, in turn, looked stern but had agreed to do just that, though she seemed concerned. And the banker wolf… he looked like he was about to faint, and he could not stop staring.

“Uh.. hi!” mewed Magarce. “Arle got me this, you like it?” She twirled, ruffles swishing through the air.

The guy gulped, and nodded, glancing fearfully at Faisand.

“Arle is very helpful.” said the old courtesan, in a completely flat voice. “I believe that’s as far as her influence needs to go. Magarce!”

“Yeah?”

“Remove that, and come with me and our friend.”

“No!” yelped the guy.

“Honey, please,” said Faisand to the banker wolf. “humor me, there’s a good boy?”

He looked sidelong at her. “We’re going to be that way?”

Faisand hesitated. “Well… not exactly…”

“Well, if we’re not going to… I just wish you would humor me. Please? Please don’t ask her to take it off.”

Faisand blinked. “Surely at some point she must? We’re teaching her some things about lovemaking. Won’t she have to undress for that?”

“Not even then. Please? Please?”

Magarce pointed out, “Maybe not! If I flip my tail right, I bet I can flip this skirt thing up, see?” She determinedly swished her tail high, and the skirt obediently swung up, exposing a brief glimpse of Magarce’s pert bottom, taut little curves and soft short fur.

The guy grabbed his chest, his eyes bugging out. “Oh my God Faisand, please!”

She favored him with an unfavorable look- but after a few seconds, she nodded, wordlessly. Then she added, “She is not what she looks.”

“Of course not.” said the guy ingratiatingly, and kept peeking sideways at Magarce anyhow.

They proceeded down the hallway, toward the rooms dedicated to lupine exploration of feline intimacies, and Magarce scampered ahead, trying to figure out how she needed to handle all this. Faisand held the hand of the banker guy firmly, preventing him from chasing after Magarce, and he responded docilely, not trying to resist, though he was a great deal larger than Faisand and could have towed her along like a rag doll.

It gave Magarce time to collect her thoughts. She needed to decide quickly whether to cooperate with Faisand, and downplay the overtones coming off the guy- or to inflame them, as much as she could get away with, considering Faisand would be present and part of it all.

Sex was a weapon. The decision wasn’t difficult. Maintaining the balance- that would be the challenge.

When the guy got into the room, the first thing he saw was Magarce, looking under the bed, facing away from him, her pert little butt peeking from under the skirt. She turned, emitted a little squeak, and smoothed the skirt down- and froze, at a look from Faisand, a look that said: I know exactly what you’re up to, and you’d better be up to something else, quick.

“I, uh…” said Magarce. “I didn’t really mean that! Just fooling.” She came over to join Faisand and the wolf, but she couldn’t resist tweaking Faisand some more, and she skipped over rather than walking or prowling.

“Magarce!”

“Sorry!”

The guy was speechless. Magarce went right over and rubbed up against him, which got a small nod of approval from Faisand- that immediately turned to an ears-laid-back glare, as Mags added a “So.. Hi!” in a little, squeaky voice.

It seemed like not such a good idea to drive Faisand all the way up the wall, and Magarce relented. “I mean, hi. Um… don’t mind me?”

“You’re so cute…” breathed the banker wolf.

“Moving right along,” said Faisand briskly, “and perhaps against my better judgement, it seems we’re going to teach Magarce some of the fine points of our artistry…”

“Are you gonna teach me?” mewed Magarce to her prospective mate.

“Ngggg…”

“You know girl I am not going to help you if you’re taking advantage of this man.” snapped Faisand. “Do you really think you know everything there is to know? Shall I leave you to it?”

Her vehemence startled Magarce, and alarmed the banker wolf, who visibly cowered and begged, “No, M.. Faisand! Please don’t be angry!”

Faisand hesitated, and then seemed to come to a decision. “Well then- here’s what we can do. We shall take turns. This is something you’ve never done with me, darling…” and releasing the Runge’s hand, she made a dancelike movement, a sort of elegant twirl as she slipped loose of her grey silken dress, and it settled to the ground around her like heavy smoke, and Magarce stared at the famous Faisand, utterly nude, the vision so many Runge wolves had enjoyed.

It was fascinating. The way she held herself was the distillation of all that was alluring. Her eyes glinted with amusement, holding Magarce’s, her tail swished in a languid wave that actually began at her shoulders and swayed downward, as if her body was slightly melted, her spine dripping down small, erotic wriggles that rippled along her tail and squirmed her hips in a deliciously lewd way. She twirled, looking back over her shoulder at Magarce with that rich, playful amusement, seeing Magarce take in the contour of her supple hips, and the gracefulness of her so-feline movement.

At that moment Magarce knew she had so much to learn. She’d nearly stumbled just trying to walk sexy like Daucery, and had no idea how to move the way Faisand so effortlessly did. She felt like a small, dirty-furred gamine-kitten, gawking up at Faisand’s elegance, and wanted to shed her ridiculous wolf-child petticoat and become like the great courtesan, but doubted she could even undress half as well as that, much less pose in that way. She glanced at her would-be lover, to see his reaction.

The guy was horrified, and almost in tears. She saw it in an instant, and as Faisand turned, she saw it too, and there was just the hint of a stumble. She hadn’t expected that.

The spell was broken, somehow, and now Magarce saw the elegant silvery feline creature as through two sets of eyes: with one, the stunning elegance remained, but with the other, she couldn’t help see the gauntness of some of Faisand’s contours. Her breasts were mostly attitude- it was the way she held herself, but the modest silvery mounds hung sort of low, sort of slack. Her hips didn’t flare the way Daucery’s did- of course, neither did Magarce’s, but she had no idea how to do anything but scamper around, shoot people, and get fucked. Faisand knew how to move with distilled elegance, but at this point the elegance was all she had left. The double image showed on the one hand, the most elegant courtesan ever to hit the Runge worlds- and on the other hand, a very old cat lady becoming gaunt, her fur thinning and losing luster, only her indomitable will maintaining the fiction.

She held the gaze of the banker wolf, her look haughty, masterful, and she began, “First, you may…”

“That’s okay.” he said, in a tiny child’s voice, and looked down, and would not look up again.

Faisand stood there, trapped. She glanced at Magarce briefly, and Magarce saw a glimpse of panic in her eyes. She gazed at the banker wolf helplessly- and her head dipped, a tear glistening in the gentle, flattering light. Soon, she spoke to him.

“Poor darling… I am so sorry.”

“Mummy…” sobbed the guy.

“Yes, darling. I’ve been a fool…”

“I’m sorry…” he said.

“No, don’t be, it’s all right. I love you, baby. I guess we’re done with…”

“But!”

Faisand stopped. She glanced at Magarce, who wasn’t up to any tricks whatsoever, and looked nearly as stunned as the guy was. She looked back at the guy.

“I see. You… need something?”

“P.. please c… can I?”

Faisand sighed. “I think I owe you one… I really do. I can’t deny you, not now, not after that. We won’t talk about it again. Baby, do you need me to put the dress on again? I would hate to. Will you be okay?”

“I…” said Magarce.

It was a very old, weary glance Faisand gave her. “What.”

“I can see… what I’m missing. Even if he can’t. I couldn’t be as beautiful as that in a million years.”

Faisand’s tears sprang forth again, though her head didn’t bow. “Seriously?”

“Show me to move that way! Please? Let me be like you?”

At this, Faisand held out her arm, and Magarce awkwardly clambered off the bed and joined her in a fierce hug as Faisand dripped shiny tears.

“I’m sorry!” yipped the banker wolf, beside himself, and hearing that, Faisand was transformed. She pulled him into the hug, and began talking hastily. “Oh, baby, it’s okay. He really can’t, Magarce, our relationship is more special… it means a lot, what you said, but now we’ve got to do right by my baby, don’t we? I understand he has some, ah, interests?”

“Nggg!” said the hapless Runge, his body now pressed against not only Faisand, but Magarce’s tiny form in the ridiculous Runge-girl costume. He was terribly tense, and immediately began trembling.

“Yes he does!” purred Faisand. “Maybe I’d better show you that movement thing some other time…”

“No it’s okay!” said the guy. “Maybe it would help me relax?”

“Well then, why don’t you sit on the bed, and I’ll see what I can do?” purred Faisand. “Magarce, it will be hard to see what’s going on in that getup. I think we can lose it. Maybe I’ll let V… our boy, keep it?”

“Not safe.” said the guy.

“I wouldn’t think so.” said Faisand, with a hint of disapproval in spite of herself. “Off with it, then…”

Magarce grappled with the clothing ungracefully, figuring out how to get it off her- something that instantly gained the riveted attention of the banker wolf- and when she flipped up the skirt and revealed her pert, bare, furry rump, and then got her head stuck in the layers of ruffles, he whimpered out loud as he stared, something she heard and understood quite clearly. However, she didn’t milk it beyond the immediate moment, she simply continued to undress and soon had the piles of ruffles laid beside her, and looked up at Faisand expectantly, still a little in awe of the old whore’s poise and grace.

Faisand looked her over, and nodded approvingly. “You are a very Nerre type.”

“Don’t say that!”

Faisand blinked at Magarce. “You don’t want to be? It seems like everyone wants to be something they’re not…”

“Yes.” agreed the banker wolf, plainitively.

“Oh honey, I didn’t mean you- but I understand. I meant this girl. Do you wish to be Runge or something?”

“It’s not that…” said Magarce. “I just… would hate to go back there.” She didn’t mention the Hse-Nerre prepared to shoot her on sight, but Faisand nodded anyhow.

“That, my dear, I understand completely. I would never try to go back. There’s nothing for me there. Now, what you saw me do might be described as an isolation.”

“Won’t stay one for long!” said Magarce.

“Wiseass kitten. I think we shall get along… but no, what I mean is that I’m bending in more than one direction. How to explain this? Place your hands on me, I’ll try it in slow motion so you can see.”

Magarce moved up against Faisand, a little nervously, and began reaching for her breasts.

“Silly! No, here and here.”

Magarce’s paws were placed against Faisand’s slender sides. She was so near- smelled awful good for an old cat lady. Magarce thought the banker guy had to be crazy to turn her down- but then it was more complicated, the guy called her Mummy and fawned over her. Magarce didn’t understand that deference. To her, a mother was something balky and fretful that tended to resist doing what you demanded- resist to the last.

Magarce shook herself and paid attention. If Faisand saw a haunted look in the grey-pointed kitten’s eyes for a moment, she couldn’t interpret it.

“Now, pay attention to where my spine is pointing.”

Faisand began moving very slowly. The manner in which she moved was distracting, even in slow motion, but it became clear that she was twisting the top of her body to the side, and back to the other side, and her waist and hips were doing the same motion, but delayed. The tilt began at her shoulders and ran down her body smoothly, lagging behind as it reached her hips while her shoulders began a new tilt in the other direction.

“Now, you try it.” said Faisand, stepping back. Her eyes twinkled.

Magarce felt Faisand and the banker wolf staring at her naked body. She felt a rebellious surge, and vowed to amaze Faisand immediately- something that she did indeed manage, but not as she’d intended. Magarce, with a look of fierce concentration, bent awkwardly to and fro with her arms waving stiffly as she tried to duplicate Faisand’s motions.

Faisand giggled, not too unkindly. Magarce gave up and stamped a paw, her diminutive weight so insignificant that it didn’t make much of a thump. She heard a soft whimper from the enraptured banker wolf, but didn’t care.

“Help me do it, right now!” she demanded. “It’s not fair, you know the trick of it!”

Faisand chuckled. “So you admit I know something you don’t? Here, let me guide you…”

Her hands grasped Magarce’s body. “Remember, this part is still turning this way while this part is going that way…”

“Ow!”

“Well, don’t rush it, dear.”

“I don’t mean it hurt me, not really. I mean… ow! That’s really what it is?”

In response, Faisand undulated and twirled and playfully rubbed up against Magarce. It wasn’t anything like Demarle, whose lusts were frank and compelling, it was more in the way of a demonstration. It was stunning, and it was plainly obvious that the old cat was contorting her body into knots, all in service of that one trick, the fluid look. Knowing the secret, Magarce could see how intensely Faisand was pursuing those graceful but unnatural bends.

Faisand stopped, and made a face, her whiskers quivering. “I shall feel that tomorrow, damn it. Yes, that’s what it is- now, shall we try it again? Remember how the motion goes.”

Magarce concentrated, strained, began to move the way Faisand’s hands had suggested.

“Y-yess… yes. Yes! Good girl, that’s the idea!”

Magarce’s whiskers curled up in delight as she pushed harder to master the undulation. She could get her upper body to do it, and even ripple the motion downward to her hips, but there the motion broke up and she couldn’t get it as graceful as Faisand, or continue the ripple through to her tail, much less the tip of her tail the way Faisand had.

The banker wolf watched, bright-eyed, his tongue lolling sideways out of his mouth.

Magarce came to a triumphant halt, her face wreathed in smiles- that ebbed away, replaced by a stricken look. “Ow!”

“Poor dear. Not used to that movement, are you?”

“Ow, ow, ow!” wailed Magarce. “I bent too much!”

“It was nice to see you trying so hard. That’ll take you far… but I guess you’ve really overdone it?”

Magarce whined. The banker wolf’s ears perked up.

“Then,” said Faisand, “I think we might have a sort of mutual solution. Honey? Do you think you could rub and massage our brave little contortionist? Oh, and you might undress, if you don’t need to already…”

He was nothing if not obedient. He was also potbellied- and wearing rather special underwear. Faisand had joined him on the bed, and looked worried for a moment at the glimpse of plastic, but there wasn’t a hint of bad smell, and neither she, he, nor Magarce mentioned it. He continued until he was naked as the two felines.

“Come here, Magarce, and let him make you feel better.”

Magarce padded over, climbed onto the bed, and stretched out on her belly in front of both of them, squirming a little bit to get comfortable. The guy gulped, and glanced nervously at Faisand.

“Go on then. Touch her. Rub her poor back, she’s sprained herself trying to be me.” chuckled Faisand.

His hands trembled as he touched her, both to rub and to hungrily fondle. His palm could, and did, cup her feline butt completely. Magarce made a point of wriggling, with a little soprano mew of satisfaction, just for the whimper it provoked, and she melted against the bed as the big hands rubbed and kneaded her more and more eagerly.

“Mm… let her flip over, honey- or present for you. Let’s not be too foolish…” said Faisand.

Magarce glanced back over her shoulder, and her eyes popped. The pale gold wolf crouched beside her, panting, his tongue lolling, but between his legs was a grotesquely swollen sheath- and there had been amusement in Faisand’s voice, and a wicked glint in her eye.

Magarce’s rump clenched at even the thought that this fellow might have tried to enter her there. She wasn’t quite sure she believed what she saw, and she quickly rolled onto her side and sat up, which startled him enough that he rolled back onto his haunches, submissively. In doing this, the sheath tugged back a little more. His cock was a shocking pink, and pretty nearly as thick as her forearm- which itself was not that big for an arm, but damned awkwardly big to get penetrated with.

Magarce reached out, wide-eyed, and her paw grasped his sheath (she’d learned from the pirates not to grab at the red parts, especially with clawed fingers). It was too big to get her hand entirely around, and it was still a little bit squishy- though she felt a surge under her fingers from just her own touch.

“You’re a big boy!” she gasped.

His answer was, perhaps, predictable, but Faisand’s was more startling.

“I’m a little boy!” he protested, with a bit of whine.

“I thought we’d better know.” purred Faisand calmly. “Demarle seems to think you can handle it. I’m not sure that’s reasonable to expect…”

“What?”

“I know what he’s like. I’ve seen it, in some of our games… back in the day, I used to take that, not him but those like him. There’s exercises and things we can do to recover, not that Daucery would know or care about that, but Tery is nearly as good as I am with it.”

“Really.” said Magarce, still staring at the banker wolf’s bright pink bludgeon. It would be like her first times with Benjen- or in space, with the oversized water bottle. Her ears laid back, remembering the wildly stimulating but frightening pain of it.

“And we can bring Tery, or perhaps Arle, in here if you think you’d better give up on this idea of yours…”

Magarce’s ears went back worse, and her slim tail bristled out a bit. “I beg your pardon?”

“Well, girl, usually you have to be big like Daucery if you’re going to be a certain kind of irresponsible.”

The banker wolf was glancing back and forth between Magarce and Faisand in dismay. “Wait… I’m not spose ta?”

“It’s up to her, honey. If she says no…”

Magarce snapped. Outrage at yet another test, yet another weird situation, filled her, and she flumped onto her back with her paws around her ears and her tail to the side, causing the banker wolf to stare in amazement. His amazement remained as Magarce licked her paw as droolingly as she could, and began fingering and rubbing herself. She was no fool- she knew she was pulling the pin on an erotic grenade, and that there wasn’t really anything stopping the guy from springing onto her and hilting that bludgeon in her with one swing of his hips… depending on how strong those hips were, of course.

The part that was up to her was answered, as she rubbed her agitated pussy, and wriggled erotically on her back, petite cupcake breasts jouncing cheerfully with each wanton squirm. It was over to him, as Faisand went silent and watched thoughtfully. Her pleasure or travail- or perhaps some of both- was up to him.

He didn’t spring onto her. He looked at Faisand imploringly, but she wouldn’t answer. She just patted him with a little smile, and then thought better of her silence, and said “Demarle says she can. Use your judgement. Go ahead, honey. My treat.”

The banker wolf looked questioningly at Faisand some more, then back at Magarce, who favored him with an extra-wanton writhe and meow, staring up at him through half-lidded eyes. That was enough. Suddenly, he loomed over Magarce and her heart pounded with the immediacy of her situation, and she let out a little squeak of alarm, expecting at any moment to feel a huge wolf dick prying forcibly into her. This did something to him, and he shuddered- a quick glance between his legs showed that he’d gone even more erect.

Magarce’s paws stroked his sides. “Yeah… yeah… mmyeah…” she panted, waiting anxiously.

When his cock touched her, it was not roughly. It prodded bluntly against her mound, not especially on target, and she squeaked again, but rather than provoke a hungry thrusting from the guy, he seemed to draw back and become ever more careful and polite. It was curious, but Magarce wasn’t arguing. The delay was letting her body melt down for him with great urgency- she could feel her whole pelvis seemingly filling with molten lube, and she felt the delicate cold kiss of air entering her, as her feline pussy pouted and gaped for what it thought was an immediate penetration. She moaned hotly as the banker wolf finally touched her there, feeling his shocking bluntness tuck into her vagina, nudge her labia to either side of it, come to rest against her entrance- and stop.

Her eyes flew open, yearning, fearing, and he was looking at Faisand again. He whined, “Really?”

“Why don’t you ask her?” said Faisand gently.

He looked into Magarce’s eyes, and saw a world of urgent need, alarmed fear, and shocked recognition of what was about to happen to her- and somehow this brought him to even greater stiffness, and he could only whimper, “Please?”

Magarce nodded, smacked his side with her paw as if spurring him on, and squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth.

The pressure was incredible, relieved only by the shocking amount of lube she’d produced. It was that metal-on-metal feeling- searing, the mechanical feeling of his cock wedging tightly into her and pushing harder and harder. Magarce had played these games before, with crueler partners- the little Nerre’s paws curled as she savored a variation on the extremeness of the extreme. This was out on the edge as far as plain physical dimensions were concerned, something Faisand apparently knew already, but as far as cruelty and aggressiveness, it wasn’t even…

The banker wolf yelped, and when Magarce looked, he was gazing at Faisand again, his ears laid back. “Hurts!”

“I think she likes it, though.” said Faisand speculatively. “Might loosen up if you work it?”

The massive bulk resumed its steady pressure, gradually squeezing into Magarce, who snarled in savage pleasure as she took inch after inch. She tried not to tense, and her psyche reeled as the huge wolf cock sank deeper and deeper…

“Arle wasn’t kidding. Wow. You’re kinda impressive, little one.”

The guy was panting, and Magarce was shuddering as she felt him take up every bit of stretch she had to offer. Her belly felt like it was carved from wood, tensely enclosing the massive Runge penis that had so insistently inched into her. His body felt very tense too- she could feel his uncertainty, and when he came to rest, thrust to the hilt in her, his anxiety was obvious.

“Okay, honey? There’s a good boy- keep moving, until you’re ready to finish. Let it move…”

He’d stopped for a minute, and when he tugged, his cock was stuck for a moment before it shifted again. Magarce yowled through gritted teeth as it yanked her whole small body for a moment, then resumed sliding tightly within her.

“She yiped!”

“Keep it moving… don’t worry, you might not have had our kind this way, it can get loud, it’s okay… don’t be afraid, see what you can do…”

He was nothing if not obedient. Magarce wasn’t sure if Faisand was out to help her, or still testing her, but the banker wolf didn’t stop again. His hips were swinging very slowly and carefully, to titanic effect. Magarce fought to ride the wave of sensations as the massive bulk tugged and thrust languidly, always sliding deep to take up all of her slack and leave her breathless.

“Um… Honey if you want to do anything rough at all, make sure you’re not starting to swell up, okay? I won’t ask this girl to tell you, I think she’s losing her tiny mind about now… promise if you start to knot, come out or maybe go in and don’t work it any more. No knotpopping, ‘kay?”

“Not yet,” breathed the banker wolf, rapt in attention for the tiny Nerre impaled upon him. “hhh… ‘m sposed to be rough?”

Faisand’s voice was firm. “I’m saying, if you want to know what that feels like, do it quick before it’s too late to do it.”

It seemed like he did. It seemed like he might never have done that before. Magarce had time to register the change in tempo, and the awed look on his face, and then her world of sensation doubled, quadrupled. Her tail, already quiveringly to the side, bristled out, and she hung on and shrieked orgasm to the walls as the wolf’s swollen cock romped in her. He’d been so careful, and had moved so nicely and gently, that her pussy was a slick yielding band around him, with no tenseness beyond the inevitable tautness of her petite frame. Even her depths had been warmed up by the heavy pressure of his slow, deep penetrations, his hilt-deep fit into her body, developed not in a single ramming thrust but a series of careful, yearning pressures, always wanting to feel himself deeper still in the gamine feline.

Now, the massive cock yanked and thrust through her lubricated vagina, thumping deeply and sliding freely in spite of the taut confines, and Magarce clung to the guy and yowled and shook as her climaxes built and built, nearly knocking her out with their force. Yet, she retained enough awareness to plot one more twist, that she figured would win the day for her so completely that Faisand would have to admit her greatness.

The guy’s panting became yelps, whines, and Magarce felt that ominous thickening at the base of the cock, coming on strong and fast, and all of a sudden, the increasingly eager humpings gave way to one final brutal thrust, one that rammed the bulky wolfcock totally into Magarce’s pussy and held it there as the knot quickly became wedged irrevocably into her, and she sprang her trick…

“nnnnGGGHH! Daddy! Aaahhhh!”

The guy exploded. He came harder than anything she’d ever felt inside her.

But- as had so often happened- something was wrong.

Magarce’s head was blown off with white flashes and orgasms so hard that she couldn’t get within semaphore distance of reality for quite a few seconds. Everything was about the flashes filling her body, the throb of that massive cock, the shards of light that were also shards of pain that were also spurs flaring her orgasms to unbearable peaks. But there was a not-right sound happening, and second by second she became able to interpret it.

The guy was crying. He was howling. He was yelping, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” and Faisand was holding him, frantically soothing him. “It’s okay… you’re good, you’re a good boy…”

Magarce blinked, dazed, to see all that hurt. Come to think of it- ow. She hurt- no, make that really hurt. “Uh! Hey..”

Faisand turned and hissed down at her, “Do not fool with things you don’t understand, girl. Nice try! Be quiet. I’ll take care of this.” She returned to comforting the guy. She seemed honestly dismayed, like she really cared about him.

Magarce realized she’d blown it again- but she certainly couldn’t leave. She was worried she was going to break, so savage was the pressure from the guy’s knot, but she couldn’t do a thing about it and wouldn’t be able to for some time. The only thing she could still do to salvage the situation was to allow Faisand the space to comfort the guy- if even that was enough. So, Magarce turned her head away, and set her jaw, and then gritted her teeth, and then bit her lip, and then shook, her ears laid back hard, as the banker wolf’s knot threatened to crack her pelvis without actually doing so.

By the time Faisand’s attention returned to Magarce, she gave a start to see the little feline’s fur drenched with silent tears. The banker wolf had drooped over to the side and was quiet and more calm, and Faisand was able to bend down and whisper into Magarce’s trembling ear, “do we need to get you to the hospital?”

“…don’t… thinkso…” managed Magarce, very quietly. “…msorry…”

“are you sure, dear? thank you for letting me help my special guy…”

“…by now… …mmsure… …hhh… did he… do bad things?”

“…no, dear. he wasn’t able to stop somebody else doing bad things. he was too little. he’ll be okay.. as okay as he ever gets.”

“What’s the matter?” said the banker wolf, in his childish voice.

“It’s okay, honey…”

“But my dick really hurts… hey she’s… Oh, no!”

“Calm down honey… we’re just going to calm down, maybe think unsexy thoughts? You did it…” purred Faisand.

“But I hurt her!”

“She’s very brave, and she wants you to feel okay, and maybe she took on a bit more than we anticipated…”

“Okay, unsexy thoughts, unsexy thoughts…” went the banker wolf. His voice had shifted a little. “Certain second-order derivative financial products obtain..”

“It’s going away,” mewed Magarce, “but do you have to say that stuff out loud?”

“I’m sorry!” yipped the banker wolf, and proceeded to mumble work-related incantations as his knot gradually lowered in pressure, slowly becoming something that would’ve felt delicious were Magarce not already so strained, and then subsiding further, until at last he was able to withdraw.

“Uh… do you want me to leave you guys alone? I do have to get back to work…”

Faisand rose with him, and hugged him tightly. “There’s a good boy! Yes, I’ll talk with Magarce now.”

“Don’t scold her! She was good! Or, well… She was intense! And really tough!”

“Don’t worry, I appreciate that. Until next time?”

“…with her?”

Faisand looked stern. “We’ll talk.” And the banker wolf let himself out, walking a little funny.

“I didn’t mean it!” wailed Magarce. “I was just…”

“Yes, you certainly were. Can’t we trust you with anything? Do you need me to get Arle? I’m too old to carry you about, tiny though you are…”

“You’re lucky you’re too old for them to fuck you!” retorted Magarce.

Faisand didn’t reply, so Magarce hastily explained. “Because this hurts, I mean!”

“Do you need me to get Arle?” repeated Faisand, grimly.

Magarce wasn’t about to admit weakness. “I’ll be okay.” She rolled over, climbing wincingly off the bed, and got to her feet after a false start that had her nearly collapsing, teeth gritted, tail bristled.

“Don’t take big steps, or sit down roughly.” advised Faisand. Magarce nodded, and left the room with her, taking very small steps. Arle was waiting in the front room, asking, “How’d it go?”

“A minute with you, Arle. Magarce, you can go upstairs and have coffee with Daucery.”

Magarce balked. “You expect me to climb that pole? Like this?”

Daucery called down, “What’s the matter?”

“I got split in two from a huge giant baby!”

Daucery laughed, and then said, “Trade you?”

“Maybe you could help me? Like, help me up this pole?”

The idea seemed to appeal to the rangy ginger cat, who swarmed down the pole and said, “Hang on!”. Magarce clung to her back and was borne straight up the pole and over to the breakfast nook, where Daucery deposited her gently in a chair.

Magarce was distracted, for she’d expected to see Faisand telling Demarle all about her misdeeds. She’d made a point of looking after where they’d gone, to see how angry Faisand looked.

But all that she saw was Demarle holding Faisand- as she cried in Demarle’s arms.

There was a reckoning. Magarce apologized to Faisand, who responded graciously. She hadn’t seen how fiercely Demarle demanded this apology for her, and thought it was regret on Magarce’s part. There was a certain amount, but there was also a great deal of calculation involved, for Magarce wanted more tutoring from Faisand and was prepared to grovel a little in order to get it.

The next day was quiet and rainy, and Magarce grumbled over her breakfast, sore and cranky. “Why didn’t she tell me it was so hard to move like that?”

“How’s your cunt?” inquired Daucery, amused.

“Terrible.”

“You should get right back in there.” said Daucery. “Don’t let it get you down. If you keep busy, you’ll adapt.”

“She set me up.” griped Magarce. “She knew he was too big. It was a test.”

“Fine, make me even more jealous! But I’m telling you, get back in there. For a couple reasons…”

“Yeah?”

“One, you can’t let it scare you. I used to have a lot of trouble with that before I met Faisand and Arle and Tery. I was running with a rough crowd, and I was new to it, and it got scary at times.”

Magarce smirked. “Bullshit. You loved it.”

“Got me there. Those were good times… but you do have to adapt, and keep busy.”

“What’s the other reason?” asked Magarce.

Daucery gulped more coffee. “There isn’t really room to support you and Nifi both, and Nifi’s not legal around here.”

“I don’t get that. They look at your age on this planet?”

“They do. They look at your age, and if you’re not 18, you’re not allowed to get fucked. Sooner than you think, Nifi’s going to be able to work here and she’ll cash in bigtime, hocking her virgin pussy to Runge wolves for money. But until then, you can get busy and she can’t. She might end up out on the street if you play your cards right.”

Magarce stared. “Wow. That’s really mercenary. You don’t like her, huh?”

“I don’t like Nerre. And I don’t like nice. And she’s working some kind of cute, nice thing that bristles my tail.”

“Yeah, doesn’t seem like that would suit you.” said Magarce. “But what about me? I’m cute, and nice. Right?”

It was Daucery’s turn to smirk. “You’re a sick little fuck. Almost like me. You shot a mug out of my hand. You break every rule. You even insult Faisand, and upset the customers. You’re probably doomed. No, you’re definitely doomed. …I like you.”

Magarce stared, more, thinking about this. “Do you know, I think you’re the one person here who really speaks my language?”

“You’re welcome.” purred Daucery, and Magarce basked in shared outlaw-ry.

“But,” added Daucery, “you need to get back in there, and fuck some more. I don’t care if you’re sore, the girls need to see you still doin’ it so they know you’re on the team.”

Magarce winced. “I can do that. Do you think I have to do more huge ones, at least today?”

“From how you described it, that guy was real special. I’m so fuckin’ envious I could spit. But you shouldn’t see that too often. Why don’t you work it like you did with me? Get one to do you real gentle. Tell him the truth and see if you can get him into the idea.”

Faisand’s ears spoke volumes when Magarce attempted this. A guy had come in, and Brittery was busy, and Faisand had looked around for others with an air of resignation, only to see Magarce padding up to the visiting Runge in a determined way.

“Dear, if you’re not up to that…”

“No, I want to.”

“Are you sure you’re well enough?” said Faisand, her ears quirked in great perplexity.

“What’s the matter with her?” said the guy, and his ears showed confusion too.

“She had a rough time yesterday.” said Faisand, as Magarce rubbed up against the fellow’s waist. “We had a gentleman who was… rather enthusiastically large. She’s probably pretty sore…”

“She’s not acting sore?” said the guy, as small grey feline paws explored his body.

“Dear? Magarce. You needn’t try and impress.” said Faisand.

“I’m not! This is what I want to do. Really!”

“But do you know…” began Faisand, and then stopped immediately at a glance from the guy.

“What?” said Magarce.

Faisand nodded thoughtfully. “Very well. Enjoy yourselves, my dears…” she purred, as Magarce led the guy off to the same room in which she’d done the giant baby.

“So…” he said. “You’re sore?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Well, sure it does! I’d love some… you know, and there’s nothing like a Nerre for it, and I never saw you before- you’re new- but I don’t want you to be sore! Why would I want you to be hurting? You guys, you’re very exciting when you’re all horny.”

“I can do that!”

“But… well, what happened?”

Magarce’s eyes glinted, and she could no more have resisted some boasting than she could’ve avoided looking at a sudden movement. She pounced onto the bed, her breath hissing for a moment as the motion hurt both her sore back and her overstrained pussy, and she flipped onto her back, in the exact spot she had been.

“I was here. Right here. And I was like this…” said Magarce, and curled her legs up, paws by her ears, her pert vagina openly displayed.

“Ah, but, you see, I’d call that a good happening.” said the guy. “Something else must’ve happened.”

“It did! I was with this guy. He was a giant baby.”

“What- he was scared to fuck you? Did you pinch him while he was in, or something? I’ve known some of you girls to do that.”

“No, he… never mind! Anyway, we had him fucking me, and he was just extremely huge. And he tied me…” said Magarce, artfully avoiding the part where she’d cried ‘Daddy’ at him and caused a huge scene.

“If he was hurting you, why didn’t you say something? We can subside a little quicker when we’re not just hanging out and savoring it. Looking at you I’m surprised the guy wasn’t more cautious.”

“It’s a long story,” said Magarce. “The point is, he tied me real bad. I could barely walk, afterward! It still hurts.”

The guy’s ears were dismayed in two different directions. “But… well, look, I came here for a lay, okay? Want a hug and then I’ll find someone who feels better?”

“No! Come love me!”

“Well, you just said you hurt! Explain, crazy kitten. I mean, you’re pretty and all, but I’d be nervous about fucking you even if you said you felt fine.”

“I feel fine!” said Magarce, promptly. She gave a wriggle, and then emitted a sharp mew and desisted, her tail slightly bristled out.

“You don’t look fine.” said the guy, his ears forward with attention. “You look like that just hurt.”

Magarce sulked. “Okay, okay. Want to know the real reason?”

“Yes, very much.”

“My friend Cery says, get back in there. She says to go and fuck some more and I’ll get used to it. I don’t want to end up not belonging here, so be a good sport and come fuck me? Please?”

“Hmmm… She has a point. I can see how that might work. How come you winced and meowed when you tried to squirm, then? If you’re that messed up down there, maybe you shouldn’t.”

“No, that was another thing- Faisand was teaching me how to move a special way. I threw my back out.”

The guy’s ears perked even higher. “I give very good back-rub! How about we deal with that and then see what else happens?”

“Really? Will that help?”

“My pleasure. I assume you won’t mind some, uh- cat groping? At the same time?”

Magarce snickered, and simply rolled over. “Knock yourself out!”

He was good. Better than good- he was great. Firm pawpads, the Runge fingers more solid than Nerre fingers, worked her back. Blunt claws ran through her fur, stroking and caressing her. He fondled her pert feline ass, stroked her tail, ran his hands along the sides of her small breasts, but never forgot the main purpose of back-rubbing for more than a few seconds. It was as if his fingers could read what parts of her body hurt. He favored her, tirelessly, with devoted, loving attention, and Magarce first began purring louder and louder, and then found herself melting against the bed, her tail twitching to the side without any prompting, wanting to give herself to this wonderful wolf completely.

“What’s.. your name?” she purred.

“No fucking way.” he replied, promptly.

Magarce twisted to look at him, though her back twinged to do it. “That’s a funny name.”

“Oh, it’s a good name. From a long line of Ways. Like my dad, No Motherfucking Way. Tough guy. Then there was grandma Get Out Of The Way…”

“Okay, okay…” giggled Magarce. “I get it. Hmph.”

“Seriously. Don’t ask.”

“Why, are you in trouble?”

The guy sighed. “No. Not if I can help it. I, ah… pick up strays, and I’m damned if I’ll do it again. I can’t help how I am, but I can protect myself…”

“Oh, like I’m going to harm you. I’ll break you over my knee. Rar.” said Magarce, wriggling slightly as the wolf hands kneaded her.

“Just let me have my thing, okay? Don’t try to find out my identity. I can’t have that. But I can visit you… and I can make you feel good…”

Magarce moaned sweetly. “So good…”

“You’re lovely. You really are. Even if you’re… ah, not wise. Here, this is a fun one- works on you Nerre. Check this out.”

He stroked down her spine and pressed against the base of her tail. Magarce shuddered, letting out another moan, her hips wriggling.

“You like that?”

He did it again, and this time, got his reward. Magarce instinctively got her paws under her, and her pert butt rose as irresistibly as weeds in springtime. The guy’s head bowed a little, just so he could get a closer look at the feline pussy eagerly on offer.

Magarce gasped, and her claws seized the bed, for he’d delicately licked her right where she pouted for him. He licked his chops, savoring his taste of feline intimacies and her wild, heady scent. She let out a little scream of desire, clinging to the bed as if she expected to be flung from it.

“Yeah- you’re a keeper. In a sense! In a sense…”

“Do that again!” begged Magarce. “Or do something… you got me so warmed up!”

“Yeah.” said the guy smugly. “Are you ready for the main event?”

Magarce squirmed and mreowled, presenting for him as hard as she could.

“That’s a yes. I speak ‘meow’. Coming right up…”

Lupine penis butted against her vagina’s pout, and Magarce yowled.

“Shit. Almost forgot. Ah… let’s figure something out. I know just the thing.”

He moved past Magarce, to the headboard of the bed, undoing his pants, and sat facing her. “C’mere. My treat.”

“Uh…”

“What’s the matter?”

“Bad memories.” said Magarce, remembering Benz’s last moments. All this was happening so fast that it seemed impossible- she’d had Benz mere days ago, and now she had seized a totally new life. It promised amazing things, but seemed to demand that she forget her past. She wanted nothing more than to do that, but parts of her mind were screaming, and while she tried to conceal this, it looked like this wolf saw right through her. He looked very serious, all of a sudden.

Magarce approached him, slowly and hesitantly.

“Cutie? What’s going on? Did somebody hurt you?”

“No…” said Magarce, and bit her lip. “P… promise you won’t have a massive heart attack?”

“Good lord. You’re that overwhelming?”

“Not exactly…” said Magarce. She was near enough now that he could touch her, and he did, petting and stroking her trembling body. He said, “I’ll try to avoid it.” and his voice was steady and solid. His touch was firm, as well. He didn’t feel like he was about to keel over, didn’t grab at his chest, and up close, she could see how very well groomed he was, fur in startlingly impeccable condition, eyes clear, teeth very bright and very straight. He could’ve been a healthy young wolf, except that up close she could see a distinct grizzling of grey on his muzzle, belying the appearance of youth. All very strange…

Magarce gathered her courage, and crept, wide-eyed, up onto the strangely youthful wolf’s belly, as his hands caressed and fondled her. It seemed his touch was half to arouse, and half simply to reassure- again, the guy seemed to read her so deeply, and devote himself to meeting her needs. She felt she would be a fool not to please him, in whatever manner he wanted, and so she scooted back just a little, just until she felt his erect cock touching her inner thigh.

“…benz.” she breathed, too softly to hear, barely forming a word, and she shifted her hips deftly, coming to rest with his cock tucked against her warm, wet pussy… and slowly settled herself back, the pressure increasing second by second.

He petted so gently, never pressing or rushing her, even as she wriggled and squirmed, hesitant to go deeper. The rough ride from her previous encounter had left her terribly sore. Magarce gritted her teeth and began to push in earnest, her ears laying back as lupine cock-head pried her open- only to stop at the unexpected touch of a finger, not on some erogenous zone, but on her nose. Her eyes popped open, and crossed, trying to focus on the guy’s finger.

“Patiently…” he said.

Nobody had ever treated her this way. Benjen had been solicitous, but had never knowingly (or so she thought) fucked her. The pirates had taken her roughly and hungrily, and only her previous debauchery with inanimate objects had saved her. Benz had been hesitant, but so much of it was about his own twisted neuroses… the giant wolf-baby had been trapped between his own compulsions and his fears, and she’d fucked that up, too.

This wolf, so clean and well groomed, stroked her body as if savoring it, and waited, hard and ready, for her to lower herself onto him. It was as if she had not only his lust, but also his full attention. The caresses traced the contour of her small breasts, her trim belly as it dangled slightly and then tautened as her muscles tensed, her little cat rump squirming from the lashing of her slim grey tail.

“You’re lovely. You’re all mine for now. Take your time…”

Magarce moaned sweetly- and, in the privacy of her own head, calculated. He wanted her to be gentle, but it was apparently for her own safety. If that was all he wanted, he’d still be giving backrubs. So, the trick would be to take him while not betraying any sign of pain, giving him what he really wanted as well as what he pretended to want. It would be an interesting challenge, but she had a hidden advantage. The fact was, his aura of confidence turned her on quite a bit, and though she was also aroused by the aggression of the Runge, in this case her soreness supplied that element of drama so he didn’t have to. She expected great things, provided she played her part right.

Magarce fixed her gaze on the vague distance, held her ears forward attentively, swished her tail to the side- and began to press back onto the wolf’s cock with an expression of dazed bliss carefully arranged upon her grey-muzzled feline face.

The guy watched attentively. His stroking had ceased, but his hands continued to touch her, reading her shivers and jolts like the receiving of a broadcast in a foreign language. Nerre tended to the dramatic when being penetrated, especially by the over-endowed Runge. He studied her motions and her face intently, not resisting or stopping her, but his ears perked to great alertness when he saw her tail bristle out and shudder, all while the blissed-out look never left her face.

Magarce’s gaze was now locked on the far distance, and her heart pounded while she acted out her simulated ecstacy, because her unspoken truth was more reminiscent of days on the pirate spaceship. She pushed determinedly, and every inch of progress, every bit of swollen wolf cock prying into her, was another shard of white-hot overwhelming sensation jolting her body and threatening to split her. It was torment, and yet somehow it was deeply satisfying in a way she couldn’t explain, even to herself.

For some reason, she thought of Gannt in the store-room, of hissing “You’re bad!” at him and letting him drive her beyond endurance…

The guy studied Magarce harder and harder. The diminutive cat body impaled on his shaft was shaking harder now, but some of the telltale signs- ears, expression- were still positive. Her eyes were dilated- and growing increasingly wild. She was god-damned tight on him, but it did feel amazing… He wasn’t about to thrust, but he carefully began stroking and fondling his strange, apparently eager lover once more.

Magarce set her paws forward for the final push, lowering against him, shoving pussy-first against his implacable erection, her mind reeling as the wolf cock inched deeper and deeper into her. She thought for a moment of holding off, of not tying with him, but immediately dismissed the thought and kept on going, her mask slipping for a moment as the guy’s burgeoning knot wedged into her. She felt his hands pulling her back, but she shook her head as if to clear it, let out a ragged yowl and shoved the rest of the way in one savage push- her reward, the sensation of the slightly bulbous mass popping into her, the modest but ample cock-length plumbing to her depths, and that unforgettable feeling of a Runge beginning to inflate inside her.

He could only watch in awe and wonder at the result, which was amazingly hard to interpret, but erotic enough that it kicked him into sustained orgasm and commanded his full attention.

Magarce howled, staring into space, an unnatural grin on her face, as her ears laid back farther and farther and her body shook. Tears came to her eyes, yet through all this it was impossible to ignore the obvious truth- the little Nerre was coming, coming so hard it racked her body and stunned her insensible, obliterating her awareness very slowly and inevitably. And her screams, as they became hoarser and more ragged, also became more triumphant, more wanton, telling a story in tone of voice.

The story could only be, “I win- this is the high point of my entire life- this is everything I want to be, and let this never, ever end.”

As her eyes went out of focus, as the sea of white closed over her ecstatic head, the wolf gave in to the feeling, and his arms went around her, drawing her down to his chest, clinging tightly as his hips finally tugged and thrust against a tie that was already stuffed and immobile within her. Magarce shrieked, bit his chest, and fainted, as the Runge cock spurted alien seed tirelessly within her.

When she came around, there was no pain- partly because she was tied behind his knot, where it wasn’t so thick, and partly because he was holding quite still. She couldn’t focus right away, and she couldn’t lift her head, and then she felt a wolfish hand under her chin, and he was lifting it for her, and looking into her eyes.

“I’m really wondering what that was about?” he said.

Magarce purred, limp, sated. She didn’t even try to answer him. She just smiled.

“Crazy little meow!” he said, and petted and petted and petted her.

It took some time for him to soften and withdraw, for even in this he would not hurry. He wouldn’t even tug against her, and she was far too limp to do anything herself. Eventually, the wolf cock slithered abashedly out of her, and he rolled her off him, to sprawl bonelessly on the bed while he sat up.

He’d never even undressed, just unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. She stared in amazement as he straightened his tie. He was arranging it to cover torn fabric.

“What happened to your shirt?”

“You did.” he said, and his voice was amused and warm.

Magarce struggled to get up to speed. “uh… I’m sorry… I’ll get you another…”

“No, sweet little maniac. It’s my trophy.”

Magarce couldn’t rise or even lift her head, but she still fought for control, because she had a nasty sense that she’d fucked it all up again. She could only improvise. “I’ll pay for it…”

He didn’t even dignify that with a response. He merely finished adjusting his clothing, and padded calmly out the door.

This was all too much. Magarce dragged herself to the edge of the bed, got her paws under her, tried to rise- and fell on her face, her legs too wobbly to support her. Undaunted, she dragged herself towards the doorframe, dragged herself upright again, steadied herself a moment, and staggered out the door after him and down the hall.

The others were talking, animatedly. Demarle and Faisand and Daucery and Brittery- only Alonifi was absent. They turned to see her- and Daucery and Demarle cheered, clapping their paws in delight.

“Do you know who that was?” cried Daucery. Faisand cautioned her. “Hush!” Brittery looked sour and worried.

“Well, she should know!” said Daucery. “Oooh, look at you. You can barely stand. Here.” She scooted over to support the wobbling kitten.

“No, so who was it?” said Magarce.

“Only the richest guy in Verss! Didn’t you know that? It was Tieb! No mistaking him! Do you know how much he paid you? Oh my god!”

“That’s bills covered for two months!” purred Demarle.

Magarce sagged against Daucery’s tall, strong body. It seemed she’d won, after all.

“We’ve got to set you up with him again,” said Daucery, “and you gotta do whatever you did…”

“Ahem.” said Brittery. She really didn’t look happy.

Daucery scoffed. “Uptight! Just because you didn’t get him…”

“I have something here. It’s a flyer. It was posted where they put legal notices- you know, for the Runge that don’t have network access even on pay terminals? Someone must have thought those guys should see this. It’s about Magarce.”

“What?”

They all gathered around Brittery, who read from the flyer.

“It’s from Ause. Official consensus of Hse-Nerre. It’s a bounty. They want her back.”

“For what?” said Magarce, blinking the daze from her eyes and trying to read.

“Fifty thousand credits. ‘Not alive’.”

Daucery’s arms tightened around Magarce.