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Askuwheteau - [iconname]westernfront[/iconname]

Part 1 - https://inkbunny.net/s/3755602
Part 2 - https://inkbunny.net/s/3833815

Been wanting to get my bud's canine boy some time with Fidget for a long time now and we finally got to do it! and holy crap that knot would be too much if not for her potions!

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Guild Work

Fidget glanced down at the summon scroll to make sure she was in the right place, then looked up at the massive front doors of a guild hall made of heavy wooden longs with a sign showing two bodies of water lined by mountains and the title 'Great Lakes' on it. Yeah, this was the place. The Great Lakes Guild hall. She was to meet with the leader, Askuwheteau.

The day before she'd been approached by a member of this guild with a formal request for her services as a courier. They dropped off a scroll with instructions and basic information about what she needed to do but it was deliberately vague and specifically told her to visit the hall if she was interested to get more information about what they needed of her. She didn't say no to jobs, especially not ones that paid well and they had rolled up a few coins in the scroll with the parchment so she knew they were serious about needing her. Two gold coins and a roll of ten silver was by a lot of money.

Even more so as it was just enough to entice her to come. That wasn't even her fee and she hadn't even agreed to hear the request when she was given the scroll.

She had a special delivery service in Yelfrit, most notably in the northern regions along the western shore of the largest lake in the nation. Well, she didn't stay nailed down to any one place, she was nomadic by nature, moving to wherever the work was, usually keeping a temporary base of operations in a single city to help people as much as she could. It meant she had to regrow her reputation any time she migrated but she was very good at what she did so this was never an issue.

In her brief time in the city of Alten, she'd already done jobs for the mayor, a family of nobles, and the sheriff, so she had already gotten quite the reputation. Because she was good, of course. Her job was to deliver sensitive items to remote locations. Most of the time this was a potion or an enchanted relic of some sort, though occasionally it was documents, letters, or writs to people who are not easily approachable. She also had a knack for crossing borders, since she was able to come and go wherever she needed without agitating people.

The thing that made her stand out was that she could get to virtually anywhere. She was rather small but strong, with powerful legs and near limitless endurance for long distance hikes. So she'd be the one people would hire if they needed to get a letter or support potions to some remote cabin in the woods or across territorial lines between dueling factions.

So when the Great Lakes Guild formally requested her services with such a pretty scroll, she was more than interested. She'd take the job either way, but the added coins and formality of it all ensured she'd delay other jobs just to take this one.

There she was, standing at the front gate of the guild hall with the massive, two-story high front gates that swung open together hovering over her. She was small to begin with, only a meter and a half tall even with her deer antlers and rabbit ears, but the guild hall was massive for most average people.

She'd been aware of the Great Lakes Guild, as she'd encountered other chapters of the guild in her travels, but this was the first time she'd been to this location, which was at the edge of the town that lined the shore of Lake Netla. She'd never been inside, but even as she stood on the front steps, she could hear a clamour coming from within.

“Alright. Let's do this.” She said as she pushed into the doors. She found they swung open with ease despite her tiny stature next to them, and they swung shut behind her when she stepped inside.

Fidget was not at all surprised by what she saw. The guild hall seemed even bigger on the inside, with a main foyer that went all the way to the ceiling of the second floor with the rest of the hall divided into two levels, the second one overlooking the foyer through thick bannisters made of gnarled wood and stone. For the most part, the building looked to be very open, with much of the floor space as one room with only a few walls dividing parts and only the farthest corners behind doors.

There were dozens of people keeping busy. There were some practising weapons and hand to hand combat on the floor in the middle of the main hall, some cooking and eating and drinking, and others singing and dancing together. There were folks of any and all kinds, from canine to feline to avian to dragon, and almost all of them were exceptionally large and thick. If Fidget was anyone else she'd be cautious, worried about being in a place like this, but she knew how to care for herself.

She went up to one of the canines who was observing a sparring match, a black one with a white spot on her voluptuous chest hidden behind her crossed arms. “Hey, excuse me, I am looking for Askuwheteau?” she probed, looking up at the canine lass. She only came up to the guild member's waist.

The canine looked down, her tail wagging as she cocked a half smirk. “Asku? Ah, yeah he's over by the weapon smith. Just don't be shocked.” She winked.

“Why would I be shocked? Let me guess, he's naked?” She crossed her arms and lowered one ear, tapping her hoof to the hard wood floor.

“Ah, yeah you got it.” The canine said. “So I guess you're prepared.”

Fidget shrugged. “Lots of places don't care about clothes. Fur and all. No big deal. Thanks for your help, miss!” She saluted and stepped deeper into the guild hall, not realizing until she was beyond earshot of her and the sparring match she watched to realize she didn't actually know where the smithy was located. Rather than go back and ask, she just wandered through the guild hall, taking in the positive atmosphere around her.

Everyone seemed so happy! Their job as mercenaries was inherently dangerous and yet they all seemed to be enjoying life! Even when sparring, the guild members had a good sense of sportsmanship. When drinking and eating, they shared. When singing and dancing, they encouraged each other even when a step was missed. It was actually refreshing. Most mercenary guilds were miserable and gruff and full of assholes she'd want to stay far away from.

But not here. The fact that she barely came up to the waist of most of the thick warriors didn't seem to have much of an effect on her or anyone around her as they stepped by her with drinks or platters of food. She felt comfortable, which was nice.

Among the symphony of songs and clatter, she heard the familiar ting of metal on metal in one of the back corners of the guild hall. That must have been the weapon smith. She followed the sound, weaving through the tree trunks that were the legs of the various guild members.

She wasn't entirely sure what she was looking for, she knew Askuwheteau was canine but not much beyond that. However, when the forge came into view she saw an insanely broad canine hunched over a stool hand on the shoulder of one of the only small guild members in the hall. He was, as warned, naked as can be, not wearing a single article of clothing. And now that Fidget looked around to make sure things were not out of the ordinary, she did see about a third of all the guild members not in the sparring pits were unclothed. Good, much easier to conduct business that way.

The canine she assumed was Askuwheteau was staring directly into the face of a big but not massive scaled warrior in armour. “You keep up with that attitude and you'll do well here. You have to have that spunk before you have the muscles or the skills. That comes later, but you can't do much of anything in life without desire. Need. Want. Will.” He patted the skinny reptilian again, then motioned for him to go take care of something when he glanced over to Fidget. His ears went up.

He was massive, compared to her. As in, she was as tall as he was wide, without exaggeration. He barely had a neck, though that may have just been the thickness of the fur there, and his thighs were so big she wondered how he managed to walk under all that bulk. He wasn't fat, either. He didn't have the cut muscle definition she'd seen in some folks this large, but he was clearly all muscle with just enough of a layer around his bulk to make him appear almost soft even though she could tell he wasn't.

When he addressed her, he outstretched a hand in a friendly gesture. “Ah! If you are who I think you are, I've been waiting for you all day!”

“Not too long, I hope.” Fidget joked. While he sat on the stool, her face was exactly at his sheath height, so she hopped up onto a nearby stool and leaned against a nearby mannequin that held a halberd so massive she couldn't hope to lift it.“And I'm Fidget. Am I who you were looking for?”

He broadly grinned and nodded, the fluff of his neck shifting in waves. “Oh ho! Yes, you are exactly who I was waiting for!” He reached over to take her hand and shake it, but then laughed when he realized her entire wrist was no bigger than one of his fingers. “Pleasure to meet you. Tell me, Are you hungry? I could get someone to fetch you some snacks or treats.” He went to raise a hand to summon someone, but she stopped him.

“Many thanks, but I actually ate before coming.” She sat cross legged on the stool, noting that it was big enough that her knees didn't poke over the sides. “I'm here in regards to your summons for a courier, and I'm hoping you're Askuwheteau?”

“Indeed I am!” He slapped his massive thigh. “Business! Good form. Hey, why don't you come sit, get close, and we'll discuss the details!” He paused to rub his thigh, seeming to deliberately pry at the flesh of his sheath, which was shrouded in a patch of darker fur to make it stand out.

She broadly grinned, showing off her one intact fang and her one chipped one, her own neck fluff swelling between chin and shoulder. “Oh dear, we're not there yet!” She leaned in a bit and winked at him, stub tail wagging excitedly. “Yet.”

“A lass of class and virtue, I see! Good to know!” He leaned back and raised his heels to the wood rests under the stool. His voice deepened, showing he was serious. “Okay, so it's clear you're here with purpose so let's not waste too much time. I have a job for you.”

“I assumed as much.” She interjected, smiling to make sure he knew she wasn't being rude.

He huffed and growled pleasantly to himself. “Clever. It's an important job, though.”

Fidget nodded. “Most of my jobs are. I wouldn't be where I am if I was delivering apples.”

“Yes. Exactly.” He slapped his thigh again, like he was contemplating offering his lap again. He chose not to. “We need someone to carry some important potions and enchanted gemstones north of her, into the woods beyond the border. A team of ours was summoned to deal with some bandits there but due to some political nonsense with the Kwotien guard, they're not able to cross back into Yelfrit.”

“Got it. And you need me to get in, drop off the potions and gemstones, and get out. What they do is not my concern.” She patted her chest in solidarity.

Askuwheteau laughed. “Exactly! A true professional. Can you do it? It will be potentially very dangerous, as their known location is a solid fifty clicks north of the border, nestled in a cave beyond one of the outposts. And the people there are on high alert for exactly your type. The landscape is treacherous, lined with rock and moss, the trees harsh and unforgiving. With hooves, do you have the grip to do a run like that? Can you be like the shadows themselves?”

She didn't even hesitate. “I can. And I will.”

“Confident.” He said, ears up and muzzle peeled back in a pleased smile. “Maybe too confident? I don't want to undersell the severity of the mission and the value of the items. Your life would be in very serious danger if caught.”

She got back to her feet, standing on the stool so she was nearly at his face height. “That's my job. Same as yours. You fight, I deliver. Haven't been caught yet and I was a courier between the five factions when they stormed Caiden. I will absolutely treat this with all the care and respect it deserves but I am not worried about the danger.”

They shared a stare down, with his expression slowly softening. “Aha! Exactly what I want to hear! Your reputation is well earned! This can-do attitude is why I sought you. None others would be so brash, so cocksure. You haven't even asked about compensation yet!”

“Don't need to. I don't do it for the money. I do it because I'm good at it.” She reached into her satchel and pulled out twelve coins. Two gold and ten silver. “I can see you're willing to pay. You clearly have an established presence here. You're capable, I'm capable, I'm more than happy to do the job. What compensation were you offering?”

He leaned back so that he was against the wall under one of the huge axes next to the forge. “Ten gold. In addition to what we already gave you. Five before leaving. Five upon return.”

“Generous.” She admitted. “I accept these terms. How long do I have to prepare and what are the goods I'll be transporting? Do I need to know the nature of the potions and enchanted gemstones or is that a need-to-know basis only?”

“The intention is for you to leave tomorrow morning. You're welcome to spend the night in some lodgings I've had set aside from you. As for the items, it's twelve potion vials, twelve gemstones, and a single letter. Their nature is combat oriented, beyond that their purpose isn't important. If curious I'd still be happy to answer any questions but I'm not sure it's necessary.”

She shook her head. “If you say it's not important, it's not important. My job is not to decipher potion uses but to deliver them. Besides, bit of a trade secret, the less I know the better. In the event I do get caught, can't spill any information.” She remained standing on the stool, almost face height.

“Oho! I do like you!” He reached out to pat her on the shoulder, which nearly made her fall off the stool if not for her impeccable balance. Still, the stool itself didn't have the sturdiest legs and it slipped out from under her when she adjusted, making her hop off it and land on the ground right between his thighs.

Her head was right at his sheath height. He was clean, but she could still practically taste his musk as she grabbed his thighs and pushed away. “Careful there.”

“Hmmm. While you're down there.” He jokingly insisted.

Then, because she knew she could, she reached out and cradled his sheath, thumb in the opening while her fingers and palms wrapped around its girth. “Hmmm indeed. So, Asku, what's this about lodgings you have for me? I might need to put it to use.”

He raised an eyebrow, both ears perked up. “Second floor. Back corner. Room 2-F. Would you like for me to join you?”

“Nah.” She said while slapping his sheath. She revelled in the sudden look of disappointment on his face. Then she leaned in so that her mouth was nearly touching his groin, his balls pressed to her chest and belly. “Why go there? I get the impression you're the kind of guy who likes to show off.”

“Confident and competent. I like that.” He huffed at her, his hot breath washing over her. He leaned down so he could speak to her without being loud enough so anyone else could here. “Don't start something you can't finish.” He warned.

Fidget slipped a hand into her satchel, pulled out a vial of deep red potion, and took a swig of it before corking it and putting it back. She looked him directly in his eyes. “Try me.”

He leaned back again, assessing her. She was tiny compared to him. “Fidget, dear, I can't help but wonder if you're overcompensating here. I don't want my courier damaged before departure.”

She hopped back up onto her stool, stood tall on it, then leapt over onto his lap with deft hooves. “I know what I'm doing. I know you might be protective of your people but I can assure you that the more you get to know me the more you'll realize I don't need protecting.” She lifted the front of her skirt under the satchel to reveal she wore nothing underneath. Her plump, pink lips were swollen and moist. “Take a good look, does this look like someone who can't handle herself.”

Askuwheteau licked his lips and grinned, showing teeth. “I suppose not.”

“Now I'm just curious just how big you get.” She used one hoof to knead between his sheath and thigh, deliberately tugging on the sheath flesh to expose his red tip, which was glistening and drooling his own concoction of arousal over the dark fur track that led down to his balls. “Exactly.”

“Careful.” He tried to warn, hands up to wrap around her hips to keep her in place. Each hand was big enough that he could touch fingers and thumbs around her easily.

But she was taking control. She saw how his nose crinkled when he sniffed out her arousal. She saw how his cock twitched when she kneaded his sheath. “Hey, you can't expect to show off the goods and not share them.” She grabbed his fur on the nape of his neck and literally crawled up his chest on her knees until she was comfortable with ankles on his pecs and knees on his shoulders. She folded up her skirt to expose herself to him, motioning for him to bury his snout between her thighs.

He growled into her, grabbed her thighs with his hands to hold her in place, and ravenously lapped at her folds while she knelt on his shoulders at perfect height.

Nearby the lizard he was encouraging earlier hooted and hollered a cheer, encouraging him.

Askuwheteau remained in control, since it was clear he didn't want to hurt her, but with each nuzzle and lick he got a bit more feral with her. His tongue slapped between her folds, he nibbled on the fur of her inner thighs, and he paused in between each motion to deeply inhale her scent.

She kept her gaze trained on his, grinning down at him while she grabbed at his thick golden sideburns and rubbed at the base of his ears with her fingertips, grinding onto his snout as he licked. Her little stubby tail wagged excitedly, hooves clacking on his chest while he held her in place.

He paused and pulled back to look up over her torso at her. “Is this part of your delivery package?” He joked, then went right back under her skirt to force his tongue into her. In addition to focusing on her plump nether lips, he used his thumb and fingers to massage her thigh, hips, and flank.

“The right clients, sometime.” She forced herself onto him, peeling his lips back to press her clit between his front teeth. “And before you ask, no I don't do this for anyone. But what can I say? I have got to know what's hiding in that massive sheath of yours. I hope you don't mind showing me.”

“Not one bit.” He huffed into her, then bit down on her inner thigh playfully. She whimpered and tensed up in delight, her folds rubbing against his cheek as she smeared some of her emerging fluid all over him. He licked that up, too.

She pulled out of his grip and jumped off his lap, turning immediately to land gingerly on the ground between his thighs. She looked up at him, hands on his knees. She sniffed the air, taking in a sample of the rich scent his sheath and groin offered. Without waiting another second, she nuzzled back into him, arms wrapped around the girth of his sheath in a hug while she pressed her cheek to his emerging shaft, smearing his fluids over her face while extending her tongue to taste what she could.

The musk instilled a sense of need in her even deeper than before. So much so that she had to reach down to rub her own slit, which was fully engorged and soaked with her desire.

After a moment nuzzling his groin, each stroke of her neck and cheek along h