Stake a Claim (For Archangel99)
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Well... It couldn't hurt. Dryvus hands over 20 dons to the mouse. Then, the party goes up to the room.
"Thank you sir!"
The room is on the third floor...and by that, he means the room IS the third floor. One the trio comes to the top of the stairs there is only a small hall way that ends in a door. Behind it is a massive room with a king sized bend, a balcony that looks out over the grasslands, a small kitchenette full supplied and a private bathroom.
Altra whistles as she looks around. "Ok...twenty dons a night for this is something I could get behind."
Frasia immediately jumps onto the bed with a sigh. "So much better than sand!"
The room is on the third floor...and by that, he means the room IS the third floor. One the trio comes to the top of the stairs there is only a small hall way that ends in a door. Behind it is a massive room with a king sized bend, a balcony that looks out over the grasslands, a small kitchenette full supplied and a private bathroom.
Altra whistles as she looks around. "Ok...twenty dons a night for this is something I could get behind."
Frasia immediately jumps onto the bed with a sigh. "So much better than sand!"
"Wow. Now THIS I could get used to!" Dryvus crosses over to the balcony and looks over the city, the lights starting to wink on as the darkness approached. He takes a deep breath of the city's fresh air. This city didn't have the typical stink of your ordinary city. No barking dogs, no dirty puddles, and the air was fresh and sweet, rather than filled with the smoke of burning fires or the sewers.
Dryvus turns back to the room." The night is still young. What do you say we go out and enjoy a little? Maybe get a bite to eat before coming back?"
Dryvus turns back to the room." The night is still young. What do you say we go out and enjoy a little? Maybe get a bite to eat before coming back?"
"You sure that is wise?" asks Altra "I mean, you are down to what, 230 dons already? You have seen how fleeting money is when supplies are needed. Speaking of which, we don't have any travel rations."
Frasia rolls over and looks at him. "She makes a good point...but at the same time I would like to live a little. They have a brothel here right? We could hire one of their ladies and have our way with them! Or hunt for a bar, get drunk and start a fight!" Frasia's version of fun is questionable...
Frasia rolls over and looks at him. "She makes a good point...but at the same time I would like to live a little. They have a brothel here right? We could hire one of their ladies and have our way with them! Or hunt for a bar, get drunk and start a fight!" Frasia's version of fun is questionable...
"Altra does have a point..." Dryvus says, his gaze settling on her for a while. "Since we're leaving tomorrow and may or may not come back alive, we should do both. We'll go out and get some rations, and at the same time we'll have a little fun. No bar fights!" He says, grinning and looking at Frasia.
"Maaaaybe we can stop at the brothel on the way back." Dryvus winks at Frasia, then locks up the balcony doors and the room door after Frasia and Altra are out. "I say first things first, we get something to eat. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!" Dryvus' stomach growls in agreement, setting Frasia and Altra off in fits of giggles. Dryvus shrugs sheepishly and leads the way, down to the bar of the inn. Then, he goes up to the mouse morph and asks him if he knows a decent place to get a bite where the food wasn't too expensive.
"Hmm, lots of food on the cheap? Head out of here and to the left. Place called the 'Slop Shop'. They sell nothing but bulk foods for cheap. Easy way to fill up without dumping your wallet. Just don't expect anything fancier than...a heart soup."
Heart soup? An image flashes through Dryvus' mind of a heart in a bowl filled with gravy that looked like blood. "Er... We'll go check that place out. Maybe we can find something." Dryvus grins at the mouse, a fake grin that slides off when he turns to Frasia. "Don't tell me that by heart soup, he meant..." Dryvus gestures to his chest, where his heart is. "Ah, it doesn't matter. I've seen worse." Dryvus walks out of the inn and towards The Slop Shop, stepping in as soon as he gets there.
Altra rolls her eyes at him. "Heart soup, artichoke heart soup. Geeze calm down you crazy person."
Inside the slop shop is fairly basic. Large tables scattered around a large room. Many of the tables were full of people all eating and laughing as they scarfed down their food. Behind the counter is a cute dog girl with the makings of a golden retriever. She waves as they enter. "Welcoem to the slop shop! My name is Wendy, what can I do for you today?"
Inside the slop shop is fairly basic. Large tables scattered around a large room. Many of the tables were full of people all eating and laughing as they scarfed down their food. Behind the counter is a cute dog girl with the makings of a golden retriever. She waves as they enter. "Welcoem to the slop shop! My name is Wendy, what can I do for you today?"
"We'd like to order some food to go. We're explorers. Also something to eat now. What do you have on the menu?" Dryvus says with a smile.
While the cashier rummages around for a menu, Dryvus mutters to Altra, "I've seen people eat sheep brain soup and chopped up sheep intestines. Even sheep hearts and kidneys. Frankly, I've eaten hearts, kidneys, and intestines. Never the brain. Tastes pretty good, by the way. Haven't tried brain, though. I've heard it's good." Dryvus looks down at Altra, who was turning slightly green. (Well, green-er.) "So next time, think a little before you call me crazy." Dryvus chuckles.
While the cashier rummages around for a menu, Dryvus mutters to Altra, "I've seen people eat sheep brain soup and chopped up sheep intestines. Even sheep hearts and kidneys. Frankly, I've eaten hearts, kidneys, and intestines. Never the brain. Tastes pretty good, by the way. Haven't tried brain, though. I've heard it's good." Dryvus looks down at Altra, who was turning slightly green. (Well, green-er.) "So next time, think a little before you call me crazy." Dryvus chuckles.
"i think that just makes you more crazy..." She shudders at his descriptions.
"We do sell travel rations, five days worth of food for three dons. As for the menue, is is up on the wall there." She points to his right where a long list of food is available. Breads, rice, meat, soup, stew, sandwhiches...you name it, here it is. (So long as it is very basic.)
"We do sell travel rations, five days worth of food for three dons. As for the menue, is is up on the wall there." She points to his right where a long list of food is available. Breads, rice, meat, soup, stew, sandwhiches...you name it, here it is. (So long as it is very basic.)
Dryvus' eyes light up at the sight of the menu. "Hmm... I think I'll have the... Beef stew, and a pitcher of ale. Maybe some bread to go with that. Also, we need at least 20 days of rations." He turns to Frasia and Altra. "You guys order what ya want and tell them to send the bill over to the table. I'll go find said table." Dryvus says and moves past them, looking for an empty table.
There is a table large enough for the three of them...though the chairs are not goblin friendly, so Altra will need a lap to sit in.
"Alright, beef stew, ale, bread, rice and beans, garlic cheese bread, chicken wings, another ale....and apple juice. It will be right out to your table! The rations will be ready by the time you leave!"
Frasia walks over and takes the seat to Dryvus' right while Altra takes the one to his left...her head barely makes it over the table. "Well...this is awkward."
"Alright, beef stew, ale, bread, rice and beans, garlic cheese bread, chicken wings, another ale....and apple juice. It will be right out to your table! The rations will be ready by the time you leave!"
Frasia walks over and takes the seat to Dryvus' right while Altra takes the one to his left...her head barely makes it over the table. "Well...this is awkward."
"I would invite you to sit in my lap, but I do have to eat." Dryvus grins. "Although, we could try this..." He picks up his pack from the floor between his legs, lifts up Altra with one hand, slides the pack under her with the other, and sets her back down. "That should do." Dryvus sits in silence, waiting for the food to arrive, not really sure what to talk about. Plus, the hunger gnawing at his stomach made thinking about anything other than food hard, so there was no point in trying.
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Their food comes out in a matter of minutes, giant plates and bowls of everything they ordered. The waiter sets it down and quickly leaves them to eat. Altra grabs her garlic cheese bread and goes to town while Frasia starts eating the chicken wings, bone and all. Dryvus' beef stew is pretty good, not the best in the world, but when the waiter comes back and tells him this entire meal pluse the rations was only fifteen dons, the quality didn't seem to matter any more.
After eating for a while, Altra begins to slow down first, her face turning a bit red and not being able to focus on much of anything as she stares down at the table.
After eating for a while, Altra begins to slow down first, her face turning a bit red and not being able to focus on much of anything as she stares down at the table.
Dryvus nudges Altra. "If you can't eat it all, we'll get it packed and added to our rations. Don't force yourself." He says kindly. He hands the waiter 15 dons to cover the tab, and finished off his stew and ale before waiting for the others to finish their meals.
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Altra's breath catches in her throat for a moment. "It...it isn't that...Frasia is...guh...just look under the table."
Taking a look under the table, Dryvus can see that Frasia has her tail stuffed down the front of Altra's pants and is grinding the flat triangles against her no doubt moist slit. Frasia for her part, doesn't look the least bit fased and is eating normally.
Taking a look under the table, Dryvus can see that Frasia has her tail stuffed down the front of Altra's pants and is grinding the flat triangles against her no doubt moist slit. Frasia for her part, doesn't look the least bit fased and is eating normally.
Dryvus stares at Frasia for a few seconds. Then, he slouches slightly and runs his leg up Frasia's, reaching her vagina and starting to masturbate her too. "If you're really that horny, we could go and visit the brothel." Dryvus muses, starting to briskly rub his foot against Frasia's pussy.
Frasia chokes slightly but easily recovers herself. "Not that I am horny, just that she is easy to tease. Out of the three of us she is the most sensative...also I can and she is in range." Frasia laughs Altra holds back a moan. Despite Dryvus' attempts at returning the tease, Frasia likes it much harder than anything he can do under a table.
"Well yeah. You do kinda have a point. Me? I'm about as sensitive as a rock." Dryvus says, looking down at Altra and chuckling. "I think Altra here is too aroused to continue eating..." Dryvus signals the waiter over and tells him to get Altra's food packed. As soon as he takes the food away, Dryvus slips his hand Down the back of Altra's pants and sticks two fingers at once into her asshole. "We're definitely heading to the brothel after this." Dryvus says, grinning. "Altra should be fine by then. I heard goblins have a pretty low refraction period." He starts thrusting his fingers in and out of Altra's sphincter, making her squirm even more.
Altra lets out a tiny squeak and makes a light pouty face. "You two...mmm...are so..meeeean! "The claps her hands over her mouth as she desperately tries to resist their touchings and prove them wrong. Frasia only sees that as a challenge and turns her tail side ways, sliding the right half of it inside her and thrusting it slowly.
"Mm... Somehow those words don't seem to carry much weight when you're squirming around her tail and my fingers and moaning in pleasure, you dirty little slut." Dryvus whispers into her ear, dragging his teeth along the edges. He adds another finger and starts thrusting faster.
Altra puts her face down on the table, hands over her mouth as her body tenses up and shudders. Her ass squeezes down on Dryvus' fingers and she covers Frasia's tail in her girl cum. She stays that way for nearly a minute before finally relaxing and panting into the table. "You two are so mean...."
Frasia laughs and removes her cum soaked tail, wiping it off on Altra's legs. "Yea, but at least we are mean in a fun way!"
Frasia laughs and removes her cum soaked tail, wiping it off on Altra's legs. "Yea, but at least we are mean in a fun way!"
Dryvus points a finger at Frasia. "Agreed!" He says before removing his fingers from Altra's ass. Then, he slaps her on the back. "Come on. Time to head to the brothel. I wonder if they have dickgirls..." Dryvus murmurs.
A waiter gives them their rations and left over food. Head out of the shop and back down past the market they quickly come upon the "Siren Den" brothel. Inside is a well kept building. Red rugs are strewn over the hard wood floor. Various potted plants are in the waiting room as well as a fair number of chairs. Behind the front desk sits a succubus girl with light red skin, black hair, purple eyes and wearing a slinky black dress that leaves little to the imagination. She smiles as they approach.
"Greetings you three. Welcome to the Siren Den. We have escorts of all shapes, sizes and genders. 50 dons gets you an escort for up to six hours. One hundred dons gets you two escorts for a full day. What can i help you find?"
"Greetings you three. Welcome to the Siren Den. We have escorts of all shapes, sizes and genders. 50 dons gets you an escort for up to six hours. One hundred dons gets you two escorts for a full day. What can i help you find?"
"Well... We just looking for a quickie with a futa. How much is that gonna be? Also, I'd like to know if you're on sale too." Dryvus winks at the succubus, grinning.
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"Just a quickie? If you don't mind sharing you can always go into the communal room which is much cheaper. 25 dons for 3 hours in there. As for me...I'm sorry to say that if I get caught fucking on the job again my boss will tie me up and use me as a chandelier for the week...again. I would rather not go through that so soon after the last time."
"Oh that's just too bad. Meet me after hours? We're leaving at noon tomorrow." Dryvus says, still grinning. "And we'll take the communal room." He says, handing over 25 dons.