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  "writing": "[i]Rennard - Level 13 Breeder Fox[/i][i]\n[/i][i]HP[/i][i]\t[/i][i]51/51[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Sta[/i][i]\t[/i][i]17/17[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Man[/i][i]\t[/i][i]15/15[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Aro[/i][i]\t[/i][i]0/20[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Str [/i][i]\t[/i][i]2 (+16)[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Agi[/i][i]\t[/i][i]19[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Spr[/i][i]\t[/i][i]13[/i][i]\n[/i][i]End[/i][i]\t[/i][i]17[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Int[/i][i]\t[/i][i]15[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Cha[/i][i]\t[/i][i]26[/i]\n\n[i]Cock Size:[/i][i]\t[/i][i]9.2[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Virility: [/i][i]\t[/i][i]29 (+4)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Ball Size:[/i][i]\t[/i][i]2.225[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]I. Chance:[/i][i]\t[/i][i]335%[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Miracles: Guidance 5/6, Purify Water 2/2, Sacred Sword 1/1[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Spells: Foxfire Lvl 1, Image Lvl 1, Noise Lvl 1[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Items: Faded Traveler’s Cloak, Pendant of the Goddess (Blessed), Ring of the Tamed Moon, Ring of Force Shield, Ring of Obscurity (Minor)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Simple Backpack (Bowl, Rope, 3 Heat-Relief Potions, 1 Partially-Filled Heat-Relief Potion (8 servings))[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Belts (Itza’s Knife, Arming Sword (Novice [Blunt]), Slimebane Oil, Waterskin), Coinpurse (6c, 1s)[/i]\n\n[i]Conditions: Libido Down (23h)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Boons: Anoint, Beast Speech, Sanctify Marriage,[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Skills: Analyze Lvl 1, Scent Lvl 1, Hearing Lvl 1, Night Eyes Lvl 2, Sneak Lvl 1, Contortionist Lvl 1, Dragon Familiarity Lvl 1 (Kobold LvL 2), Animal Familiarity Lvl 3, Enduring Lover Lvl 4, Control Form Lvl 1, Knife Proficiency Lvl 1, Sword Proficiency Lvl 1, Bite Proficiency Lvl 1[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Benefits: Child (Adolescent), Born Stud, Brood Father, Hyper Virility, Womb Mark, Hung, Strong of Seed, Fox Magic, Therianthrope (???), Size King[/i]\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n[i]Harem 2/5[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Kimi - Level 11 Divine Beast Fox[/i][i]\n[/i][i]HP[/i][i]\t[/i][i]45/45[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Sta[/i][i]\t[/i][i]11/16[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Man[/i][i]\t[/i][i]33/34[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Aro[/i][i]\t[/i][i]1/20[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Str[/i][i]\t[/i][i]11[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Agi[/i][i]\t[/i][i]25[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Spr[/i][i]\t[/i][i]22[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\n[/i][i]End[/i][i]\t[/i][i]16 [/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Int[/i][i]\t[/i][i]34[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Cha[/i][i]\t[/i][i]21[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Spells: Foxfire Lvl 3, Image Lvl 2, Noise Lvl 2, Recovery Lvl 1[/i]\n\n[i]Conditions: Blessing of Maternal Protection, Pregnant x3, Anointed (4d, 8h)[/i]\n\n[i]Skills: Analyze Lvl 3, Scent Lvl 3, Hearing Lvl 2, Night Eyes Lvl 2, Tracking Lvl 2, Sneak Lvl 2, Digging Lvl 1, Running Lvl 1, Foraging Lvl 1, Intuit Magic Lvl 2, Illusion Adept Lvl 1, Bite Proficiency Lvl 2, Claws Lvl 2, Dodge Lvl 1, Familiarities (Various).[/i]\n\n[i]\n[/i][i]Benefits: Fox Magic, Magic Aptitude, Size Queen, Intelligence Growth Up[/i]\n\n\n[i]Lycandra - Level 9 Werewolf[/i][i]\n[/i][i]HP[/i][i]\t[/i][i]58/78[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Sta[/i][i]\t[/i][i]19/26[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Man[/i][i]\t[/i][i]10/10[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Aro[/i][i]\t[/i][i]4/20[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Str[/i][i]\t[/i][i]29[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Agi[/i][i]\t[/i][i]23[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Spr[/i][i]\t[/i][i]17[/i][i]\n[/i][i]End[/i][i]\t[/i][i]26[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Int[/i][i]\t[/i][i]10[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Cha[/i][i]\t[/i][i]11[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Spells: N/A[/i]\n\n[i]Conditions: Blessing of Maternal Protection, Pregnant x3, Anointed ( 4d, 6h)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Skills: Scent Lvl 3, Hearing Lvl 2, Night Eyes Lvl 2, Tracking Lvl 3, Sneak Lvl 1, Digging Lvl 2, Running Lvl 2, Anthro Familiarity Lvl 3, Control Form Lvl 2, Endure Lvl 1, Bite Lvl 3, Claws Lvl 2.[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Benefits: Therianthrope (Wolf), Alpha (Werewolf), Strength Growth Up, Endurance Growth Up, ???[/i]\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n[i]Quests[/i]\n\n[i]Hidden Quest: The King of the Orphanage[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Objective: Breed the boys and girls of the Carran Orphanage. ✓[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Hidden Objective: ???[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Bonus: Make the previous ‘King of the Orphanage’, Fayre, submit. ✓[/i]\n\n\n[i]The Prince of the Woods[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Objective: Unite the forest kobolds, the dryads, and the werewolf pack underneath your authority (1/3)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Hidden Objective: [???][/i][i]\n[/i][i]Bonus: Secure the Knight Roman’s assistance. [/i]✓\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nRennard sighed as he sat in front of the Church, blue eyes watching the procession of people through the market—as well as how few actually went to the Church to pray. But, that wasn’t too much of a surprise, even those that [i]didn’t[/i] outright blame the Goddess didn’t seem to have the strongest attachments to faith. Even the ones that did seemed to be more waiting for the Head Priestess to return, and with the altar itself sealed, a prayer at home would be almost as good as a prayer offered in the Church itself.\n\n“You alright, Ren?” Kimi murmured from next to him, speaking softly within her illusory canine disguise so as to not draw attention.\n\n“Yeah, just thinking.” The ten-year-old kit added with an immature pout. “I tried to ask Cynthia some questions about the Goddess this morning but she just blew me off. Said that it wasn’t her place and that I’ll have to wait for the Head Priestess to return... Like, she’ll tell me the basics, but anything specific like the nature of the Great Emasculation or why the Goddess had to summon us, or rather, [i]me[/i] to fix it, nada.”\n\n“Mmm. Did she blow you off or did she blow you?” Kimi retorted with a playful snicker.\n\nRennard’s ears and cheeks burned a bright red as he muttered underneath his breath. “You know how she’s going on and on about me needing to ‘train’ for the ceremony...”\n\nThe vixen giggled, struggling to keep her voice down as the fit played itself out. Before, with a soft sigh, she continued. “It's possible most of those answers are above her paygrade, Ren. After all, if every common Priestess knew the answers to such worldly mysteries, you’d think people like Roman, or, heck, Chloe, would already know as well.”\n\n“Hmmph. I’m not certain Chloe [i]doesn’t[/i] know...” He answered with puffed out cheeks. “She’ll probably  spin something about it not being her [i]place[/i] to tell me such answers, though...”\n\n“Maaaybe.” The vixen added with a giggle.\n\n“Otherwise... She also asked me to put in a Quest for her at the Adventurer’s Guild before we leave the town.”\n\n“Oh?” The vixen quirked an ear towards the boy.\n\nThe fox nodded, leaning back as his eyes glanced towards the street, looking for the member of White Phantom that was meant to meet him. “Apparently one of the children from the orphanages went missing shortly before we got to Carran.”\n\n“Eh? That seemed like something important to bring up earlier, no?” The vixen retorted with a contemplative hum.\n\n“That’s what I thought! But, apparently it's not unusual for her to disappear for a day or two in the past... But it's been too long now.” Rennard answered with a dejected sigh.\n\n“Well, that’s no big deal, isn’t it? The Adventurer’s Guild should be able to handle it just fine, and if they don’t, in two or three days when we’re back from the Dungeon, then you can find her easy with your Miracle—”\n\n“But that’s just it, I’ve already tried. I got nothing.” Rennard interrupted with a somber frown.\n\n“Eh?” The vixen’s eyes went wide. “Does that mean she’s—”\n\n“I don’t think so!” The boy groaned and threw himself back against the dirt—nearly flashing the underside of his cloak to the street if it wasn’t for Kimi’s timely shift to lounge across his lap. “At the very least, I didn’t spend a second use specifically looking for her body, but unless the name Cynthia gave me was wrong, nothing in the wording I used should have excluded her based off of her... status.”\n\n“So what? ...Does that mean something’s blocking the Miracle from working?”\n\n“I think so... I asked Cynthia about it, and she did say that anti-divination measures would also work on low level Miracles, so it makes sense. But... That would mean that she’s definitely in trouble—not just, like, wandered off.”\n\n“Hmm... Well, nothing you can do about it for now, Rennard. The more experienced members of the Guild would be better adept at tracking her down than you in that case.” The vixen advised with a supportive nuzzle against her younger brother’s side.\n\n“I knoooow... But... still...” He added with a renewed pout and huff. “I’m meant to be this Chosen hero, right? It's sorta lame to hand off rescuing a girl to someone else!”\n\nKimi couldn’t help but giggle, giving the younger fox a small nudge of her forepaw in answer. “Plenty of time for that, Ren, and you might still get your chance~”\n\n“Hmmph...” Rennard grunted, before deflecting the conversation. “What about you, Kimi, going to try to tag along for this Dungeon Delve despite the difficulty with the illusion?”\n\n“You would have to pry me away from you with a crowbar.” The vixen answered with a smirk. “And for once, it's not just because I don’t trust you to become some beast, tribe, or beast-tribe’s virility toy if I wasn’t there to protect you.”\n\n“I went from being higher Level than you, to falling behind by two whole Levels! Opportunities for [i]me[/i] to get Experience while you fuck your way towards the next Class bracket are few and far between!”\n\n“Heck, since we reunited, outside of hunting down food, there’s only been the wyvern and demons!” She added with an exasperated sigh. “So while the Dungeon is a good opportunity for [i]you[/i] to develop your skills, it's an even [i]better[/i] opportunity for me to gain some Experience! After all, I can’t help protect you from the more dangerous demons going forward if I don’t take the opportunity where I can get it.”\n\n“I suppose... But there’s still the question on your Mana Pool...”\n\n“That... Is going to be a struggle, yes.” The vixen agreed with a sigh. “Burning through my entire pool yesterday probably got me most of the way to the next rank of Illusion Adept, but that’s only going to help so far. But, we can make it work. We don’t need to be right next to each other to share combat Experience, or so it seems. So I’ll just act the role of a fiercely independent dog, one that roams far and out of sight of the others. While I’m not next to you, I can drop the disguise. Then whenever we need to go in somewhere together, I can resume it.”\n\n“I guess that works.” The fox boy agreed with a nod. “Worst comes to worst, unless any of White Phantom has been to your Shrine, it's not like they’d recognize you even if they did spot you.”\n\n“Which, speaking of!” Rennard’s ears perked up, and his gaze turned towards a familiar looking wolf man trotting his way over. “There’s one of them now! That one’s Flynn. He’s a Scholar!”\n\n“Which... Was kinda expecting Eleanor to be the one to take me to the blacksmiths, but I guess she was busy wrangling the other two,” he added with a contemplative rumble, moments before rolling back onto his feet and dusting off his cloak.\n\nKimi nodded, and remained silent, half-rolling off of the cub to remain sitting like an obedient hound.\n\nThe red-eyed, white-furred, albino wolf hesitated as he drew near. His eyes squinted towards Rennard’s direction, no doubt trying to decipher the blur of orange fur and green cloak for the target he was after. His nostrils flared once, then twice, before his expression twisted into one of confusion. “...Rennard? And... a feral vixen...?”\n\n“Aaaaah...” The kit glanced towards Kimi, who glanced back up towards him with a subtle frown, before looking back towards the wolf. “Yes it's me! I’m right in front of you, Flynn.”\n\n“Sorry, you’ll have to excuse me.” The older wolf in his fancy white cloak added with an apologetic chuckle. “My eyes don’t work too well, so unless you’re basically pressing your nose against mine, it's all splotches. I usually get around based on my nose, but I’m guessing your cloak is concealing it?”\n\n“That it is, sorry.” The kit added with his own apologetic smile.\n\nThe scholar shook his head in return. “Don’t worry about it. The enchantment is relatively common, but there’s few pipsqueak orange and green blurs with no scent, so I can still tell you apart well enough. Especially when we’re out of town.”\n\n“Is the beast at your feet your companion, then?” The taller wolf teen inquired with a glance towards Kimi.\n\n“Y-yes... But she’s not actually a—well... She’s currently disguised as a dog.” Rennard decided to abandon subterfuge instead of going with the truth. After all, he couldn’t exactly come up with a convincing lie for why she smelled like a vixen. “I don’t suppose you mind playing along for me? Kimi might get a bit huffy if everyone discovers she’s a fox. She’s quite proud of her disguises after all—ow!”\n\nRennard hopped onto one foot as Kimi gave his foot a playful nip from throwing her under the bus.\n\n“See!?”\n\nFlynn couldn’t help but let a fond smile play across his lips at the amusing sight. “Sure, I suppose. No skin off my nose. I’ll just call her Kimi when pointing her out to the party.”\n\n“Now, that being said... We should get going. Eleanor’s currently wrangling Kan and Taffy out of bed and getting them all ready to travel but they’ll still likely be waiting for us by the gate by the time we finish. You’ve got everything you need for travel? Food, bedroll, pillow?”\n\n“Uh...” Rennard paused, the syllable hovering on his tongue as he thought over it. “I’ve got... a pack and waterskin...”\n\nA soft sigh escaped the wolf’s lips. “Right. Well, we won’t have time to get you everything you need then. Mmm. You’re pretty small, so you can probably share a bedroll with either me or Eleanor—Goddess knows that Kan won’t let you near her or her ‘brother’ with the fuss she’s still putting on.”\n\n“Food we should be able to grab quickly enough, you only need a few days' provisions and there’s a store between the smithery I’m taking you too and the gate.”\n\n“Oh, I’ll also need to put in a Quest on behalf of the Church on our way out too, but that shouldn’t hopefully take more than a minute.”\n\nAgain, Flynn frowned, briefly rubbing his snout with a disquieted rumble, before acquiescing again with another sigh. “Yes, sure, I suppose that won’t be too bad. We definitely need to get going then, come along.”\n\n“Yes sir! Or, um, I mean, yes Flynn?” The boy answered with a chirp as he followed along the larger male’s steps. Despite the lupine’s longer legs, his gait was a fair bit slower than a normal man’s, making it easy enough for the young cub to maintain pace as they walked further into town.\n\nBut, after following in silence for a minute, he spoke up again. “So... How did you and the White Phantoms get started?”\n\n“Oh, that?” Flynn jolted slightly with the question, looking as if he had been snapped out of a subtle trance when Rennard’s voice spoke up. “Well Eleanor and I started the team. The troublesome prodigies came a bit later. It was with them that we decided to go with the name thing.”\n\n“Ooooh...” Rennard answered, nodding along, picturing what the party must have looked like with just him and the busty barbarian ermine. The kit couldn’t help but smirk, a teasing rumble in the back of his throat as he pictured the commanding, powerful woman and the meeker wolf pup. “Must have been a shame to not have her all to yourself anymore~”\n\n“Hmmph, [i]hardly[/i],” The wolf scoffed dismissively. “Eleanor is... fine. A good friend. Keeps the two kids out of trouble, looks out for us all and is a good leader. But she’s not exactly what I’m looking for in [i]that[/i] department.”\n\n“Someone daintier, then...?”\n\n“Errr, uh... No. The muscles are fine.” The albino wolf frowned, the faintest hint of a blush creeping into his cheeks. “Let's not talk about it, alright.”\n\n“Dorothy said you were recommended by Sawyer, yes?” The wolf inquired, clearly trying to deflect from the boy’s earlier inquiry. Although, curiously, bringing up the lapine warrior made the not-so-subtle flush in his ears deepen more than not—a fact that made Kimi snicker quietly in the back of her throat.\n\nThe kit nodded, before remembering the wolf’s poor sight and speaking. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”\n\n“I think the smith I’m taking you to is who Sawyer got to forge his current sword, so they should have something you could use well enough.”\n\nRenneard’s bright blue eyes lit up like sparkling gems as he skipped forward, his long, fluffy tail wagging up a storm behind him. “Ooh! So I’ll get to use a sword made by the same person as Sawyer’s!?”\n\n“Well... Not too likely.” The wolf deflated the kit’s excitement with a soft laugh. “Sure, you could spring for a [i]good[/i] sword from him, but you’d be out twenty silvers, at least—more than the share you’d make from this Dungeon Delve. Eleanor might like you, but not forking out a gold coin's worth of like.”\n\n“No, we’ll be purchasing one of the swords his apprentices have made as part of their practice. They’re not masterworks by any means, but they’re serviceable, and usually sold for about the cost of their materials. It should be all you need to handle the type of beasts we expect to face.”\n\n“Oh.” The kit’s face pouted at another small fancy dashed. Still, it made [i]logical[/i] sense, and it was an avenue that he likely would have never considered unless Flynn was there to tell him about it! “W-well, it's still a proper, [i]usable[/i] sword at last, so that’s more than fine!”\n\n“Then there’s the best part!” Flynn added with a teasing grin. “Sawyer has an account with this smith. So if we introduce you as the bunny’s apprentice, he [i]might[/i] just charge the cost to your Mentor. That way you wouldn’t have to eat into your spoils from this Dungeon~”\n\n“W-what? I can’t do that! Wouldn’t that be taking advantage!?” Rennard answered back in surprise, causing the young wolf man to answer with a dismissive wave of his hand.\n\n“Come now. Remember, Sawyer gets half of whatever you make as his Apprentice in order to cover things like this. So, its not taking advantage of the rabbit, its just doing what the bunny isn’t around to do~”\n\n“I... I guess that’s alright then...”\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIn the end, the pair [i]had [/i]managed to add the cost of the simple arming sword, as well as a cheap scabbard able to hold it, to Sawyer’s account—much to the lynx blacksmith’s amusement. With a few practice swings, Rennard found that the weight of the blade wasn’t too much different from the worn sword he had been practicing with already, which hopefully meant that it wouldn’t be too difficult to use!\n\n[i]Arming Sword (Novice) Acquired![/i][i]\n[/i][i]Scabbard Acquired![/i]\n\nThe blade hung on his hip where the blunt sword had been before—his trusty training sword now tied to the side of his pack so he could continue practicing at camp and not wear down the edge of the sword. They were in a rush, but fortunately the old lynx gave him a few quick reminders on proper sword maintenance to fill in the blanks that Sawyer didn’t have the time to teach him before they were separated. Mostly reminders on what [i]not[/i] to use the sword on, and a reminder to bring it back to the blacksmiths on the regular to be sharpened and maintained \n\nHe [i]did[/i] inquire on getting tools to sharpen it himself, just in case he was ever away from town for a while, but that only drew an ire-fueled glance from the cat, and a snort that more likely than not, trying to sharpen a blade himself would do little more than blunt it faster.\n\nOh well. In the end, he [i]finally[/i] had a useful sword! It was only by the forbearance of Sawyer and Roman’s brief training, and of course the weight of Kimi’s stare, that kept him from swinging it around in excitement.\n\nThey had quickly popped into the other store, leaving the cub a few coppers poorer as he bought more rations, then swung by the Guild—where Rennard passed on the Quest being offered by the Church to discover the missing girl, including details that basic scrying miracles had already failed to locate her. Fortunately, Dorothy didn’t question the added detail—after all, it wouldn’t be amiss for Cynthia to also have a basic miracle in her arsenal as a Priestess.\n\nAll the while, though, Flynn seemed to be growing more distant. He was friendly, forthright, and chatty at first, but the longer their shop run took, the more he seemed to zone out. In fact, Rennard even swore he occasionally saw the older male’s hands move suspiciously beneath his cloak, but the kit didn’t think much of it. No doubt he was just fidgeting, perhaps growing impatient with how long the early morning chores were taking and delaying their trip towards the Dungeon. At worst, he might just need a top up of Heat Relief potions, but fortunately he had some spares on hand with him.\n\nBut, at last they met up with the rest of White Phantom. The sun was still rising in the sky with quite a few hours before noon, plenty of time to get started on their journey. The large, towering Eleanor flashed a smile towards the pair as they finally showed, her large, powerful hands sweeping down to smack against both lithe figure’s backs to make them wheeze in tandem. Taffy’s purple-pink eyes, meanwhile, sparkled with excitement at seeing the younger fox kit again, whilst Kan gave a huffing pout to the boy that had proved his mettle against her the day before—even if she did frequently glance back his way in curiosity.\n\n“Are we all set to go Flynn?” The ermine inquired, giving one final glance over the novice Adventurer standing in front of her, as well as a side eye towards the strange canine companion trotting dutifully nearby.\n\n“Yes, yes we are.” The wolf coughed, slightly more bashful than before.\n\n“You look flushed. The new kid didn’t tucker you out in just a few minutes already, did he~?” The ermine teased in reply with an amused smirk towards the teen-wolf’s flushed expression, picking up the man’s pack she had carried to the gate with her and handing it to the man to carry while they walked.\n\n“I wasn’t going too fast! If anything, Flynn was going slow to let me keep up!” Rennard chimed in, quick to defend the party member that had taken the time to help him get prepared—inadvertently making things worse as Eleanor burst out in a deep, jovial laugh, the two kids snickering from behind her, whilst even Kimi struggled to not let her giggle escape.\n\nAnd all while Flynn’s flush just burned [i]hotter[/i].\n\n“No. Nothing like that!” He shook his head fiercely, before muttering beneath his breath. “I just took a heat relief potion this morning. There’s no way it should be this ineffective already... Maybe I really did cook up a bad batch.”\n\n“Anyway, kiddo, little wolf tuckerer, feisty fox with a sword.” The ermine glanced back towards him with a playful, albeit still fear-inducingly toothy, smile. “You and your canine companion obviously must have fought some things to get to Level 13. Mind filling us in to what you’ve taken out?”\n\n“Oh, yeah! Uh...” Rennard nods, thinking over the question with a thought. “Slimes, obviously... I have some Slimebane oil still left over in case we find any, but I can also just Fox Fire my blade now. Uh... I dealt with some wolves... Oh, I helped Sawyer drive away the Wyvern for his quest!”\n\nThe mention of slimes made both Kan and Taffy flush something fierce, whilst even Flynn coughed uncomfortably.\n\n“[i]And[/i] I managed to best a Lesser Barghest mostly by myself!” He added with a proud flourish, puffing out his chest in thought.\n\n“Oh ho? Took down a lesser demon did ya?” The ermine laughed again and gave him another, HP-chipping slap against the shoulder. “Then the things we find on the road shouldn’t be too much trouble for you. Hmm. We may end up camping by the Dungeon and delve in the morning, however, ensuring we’re well rested rather than go in half-tuckered out. Does mean it might be three days until we get back though if we take too long in the tower, but it pays to be cautious.”\n\n“Remember this lesson, little kit. The first and most important lesson of being an Adventurer, let alone a Dungeon; Always be prepared. If you’re not prepared for an encounter, flee. Proper planning can make the seemingly impossible challenge a cake walk, whilst charging in half-cocked can make even a walk-in-the-park a deadly disaster. Got it?”\n\n“Ah! Yes, miss Eleanor.” The boy nodded fiercely, his blue eyes twinkling with boyish wonder as she imparted her lesson. “Wait, things we might encounter on the road?”\n\nThe ermine nods solemnly. “Yes. The roads are [i]usually[/i] safe. But, that being said, that’s not always the case. Monsters and beasts wander in search of mates they’ll never find, for example. Fortunately, we’re far from the front lines against the Demons, so encountering them out here is rare—I’m honestly surprised you’ve encountered one already. But, because we are on the periphery of the Kingdom, those that have become desperate and turned to banditry usually skulk about.”\n\n“We’re a small group, and only Flynn and I are visibly adults, and between me and him, I’m the only one that looks like I can tussle in a fight,” she continued with a laugh that made the wolf teen frown subtly. “They may decide to take the risk of taking me on to grab the four of ya as slaves, especially you three younguns that they think they can sell to some nobles. Larger, or more visibly armed and mature parties, they tend to pass over, but we’re basically walking bait.”\n\nRennard nods, recalling the tidbit Usol told him about cubnappers. Hopefully that wasn’t the fate that had befallen the missing girl from the orphanage...\n\n“I—I think I can handle all those at least, yeah.” He finally answers with a smile, although he hoped it wasn’t people or beasties, he’d feel guilty about putting a sharp sword to use against them!\n\nBut, at the same time, Kimi did need Experience too...\n\n“Then... Can you tell me about the Dungeon we’re going to? You said it was a tower?”\n\nThe ermine nodded, before jerking her head off towards the road. “That I did, here, I’ll tell you about it as we get walking. Kan’s up front to put her keen ears and eyes to work, then I’m behind her. Flynn and Taffy are in the center, and you’ll be backing up the rear kid. Don’t worry, I got lungs to talk loud enough for you to hear.”\n\nRennard nodded and followed along as the party got going, falling into position just a few steps behind the two older boys. Curiously, Flynn and Taffy seemed to be almost competing for who could trudge the slowest—the arctic kit because he frequently glanced back to stare with excitement towards the other boy, Flynn because he seemed to keep zoning out and get lost within his own thoughts. Both got scolded by Eleanor on the occasion as Carran slowly disappeared from sight beneath them, while Kan tried to keep her annoyed huffs from growing [i]too[/i] noticeable.\n\n“Now, where we're going... It's a former Archmage’s tower. A recent one, as well. Shortly after the Great Emasculation they apparently founded it to study the disaster and try to find a cure, or at least discover its cause.” Eleanor explained, her near-black navy eyes making sure to glance towards the horizon on the occasion, mindful of danger, even if she remained mostly at ease.\n\n“But, after their research proved futile, and their leads dried up, they ultimately abandoned the tower. They took anything [i]really[/i] dangerous with them, and anything that was potentially valuable has been stripped by previous parties since then, but the tower remains. Because it can naturally channel wild mana into it from its design, it frequently attracts monsters or ambitious spellcasters that want to cause trouble. It [i]could[/i] have been just destroyed, but those same properties also make it a wonderful training ground for Carran’s rookie adventurers like us.”\n\n“Shortly after it was abandoned, there was a [i]waiting list[/i] for people wanting to take advantage of it, people needing to wait between clearings to let the magic regather and the beasties with it. But, nowadays, the amount of new Rookies is low enough that the Guild itself has to post quests to clear it out.”\n\nFlynn, abandoning the competition with Taffy to stick close to the fox boy for the moment, nodded from just behind the ermine. “Its possible that in a few more years the Guild will have no choice but to destroy the dungeon. Especially if we, the White Phantoms, leave for more dangerous locales to practice our trade. There’s a few prospective Adventurers that are still in training that could keep it going, true, but if they don’t form a balanced party capable of handling the diverse threats... It’ll eventually be at risk of being abandoned and developed into a Monster Den.”\n\nEleanor grunted in agreement. “If a Monster Den takes root just a day’s travel from Carran, already struggling to keep going this far from the capital, it might just be the final nail in the coffin. The town would have to be abandoned, farms left fallow without Priestesses to try and invoke the Goddess benediction on the wheat flower to grow into seeds. Just another footnote in the annals of history.”\n\nRennard couldn’t help but cough awkwardly as the somber image was painted by the barbarian’s words, whilst the rest of the party likewise fell silent for a moment for a different reason.\n\nA minute later, the boy finally found his voice again, coughing slightly as he spoke up. “So I take it you four have already been there before?”\n\n“Me and Taffy conquered it once before!” Kan answered first, with a proud puff of her cheeks.  “We found a Lesser [i]Gargoyle[/i] at its lowest floor!”\n\n“Don’t look so proud about that, you could barely do anything against it with your daggers~” Eleanor chastised with a playful chuckle, making the little kitten thief deflate and shoot her leader a simmering, playful glare.\n\n“I’ve been in it twice. Eleanor, three times.” Flynn continued, rubbing his snout in thought as he did so. “Each time the encounters have been different depending on what gets lured in. Hell, the layout was also different. The archmage likely instilled the tower with some living properties to help with his experiments. The rooms will move about, perhaps to better channel the local mana, or perhaps it responds to those that enter it. Only the mage who made it knows, and he has better things to do now than answer technicalities about some abandoned research lab.”\n\n“Wait, you said the lowest level?” Rennard piped up, glancing towards Kan’s recount of her conquest. “Shouldn’t the final fight be on the highest floor?”\n\n“It's an inverted tower, dummy~” The white-furred kitten puffed out her chest with a playful giggle. “Gosh, don’t you know anything~?”\n\nRennard’s ears burned red, whilst Flynn chuckled and provided a more useful answer.\n\n“Mage towers can be inverted, as in, digging into the ground, or standing. It ultimately depends upon the requirements. If it's meant to channel outwards, say as the focal point of a ritual or ward, then it's standing. But, since this one was to draw in natural mana to power experiments, it was inverted, sinking into the earth to better draw upon the confluence of leylines in the ground.”\n\n“They can also be easier to construct with magic, too.” The scholarly wolf further explained. “For example, depending upon your skills and spells, you can transmute the very soil and rock into the construction materials.”\n\nThe kit nodded solemnly, drinking down all the information being passed with a wagging tail. His eyes were already imagining the power the archmage who constructed it must have possessed! The majesty of it all. A solitary, grumpy wizard on a mission to save the world conjuring forth a tower in the middle of nowhere and studying arcane lore that he could only [i]imagine![/i]\n\nThe conversation wandered from there as the hours passed and the road grew increasingly wild. By the time that they had passed the ploughed farmland to the abandoned fields, the path they had taken had already started to show wild growth in the middle of it. But, by the time Carran became a distant sight hidden behind trees and the horizon, it was all but gone—barely perceptible by the feeling of packed earth beneath his feet through the long grasses being trampled beneath the party of five—six, including Kimi.\n\nDuring that time, Rennard had been subtly trying to direct Flynn and his seeming encyclopedic knowledge towards filling in his rather lacking knowledge about the world. Surprisingly, he didn’t have to explain his reasons for asking much—a mumbled, poorly delivered white lie about being a country kit who didn’t know much about the world somehow seemed to work, despite his eloquence, etiquette, and robust (for a youth) build convincing everyone else he had met that he was a young lordling.\n\nIn particular, he had asked why the four hadn’t invited him to a Party (they had that, right? They [i]must[/i] if he had a Harem system!). [i]That[/i] got Kan to snap back with a pout that they wouldn’t just let [i]anyone[/i] join their Party, and Flynn to explain that, contrary to Rennard’s expectations, Parties were a forged covenant that were not lightly entered between individuals. On top of the cost involved to forge the pact, it also exposed everyone’s Stats to each other—useful to know the status of peers while fighting, but risky in the fact that now everyone knew [i]exactly[/i] what you could do.\n\nA problem, the wolf teen explained with a knowing glance towards the kit, for people that were trying to keep some of their Stats a secret.\n\nHe did, however, say that Experience was still dolled out so long as they participated in the same combat in close proximity to each other—a party would just expand that range to a more considerable radius.\n\nRennard could only offer a meek, apologetic smile in reply. But, at least the answer explained to him why Sawyer never added him to a Party during their time together.\n\nHe was just about to ask his next question (about the Kingdom they were in), only needing to try and figure out the least suspicious way to inquire, when Kimi’s voice—projected by her illusory abilities—whispered against his ear.\n\n“Movement ahead. Two... things. They smell like rot.”\n\nRennard froze in place, his hand falling upon the pommel of his sword. But, just as his lips were about to open, the kitten’s voice called out.\n\n“Monsters ahead! Looks like... Two spiders?”\n\nSpiders that smelled of rot? Rennard’s brows knitted and his lips twisted trying to make sense of what it could be—before his tail gave a rather frightened shiver.\n\nWait, were these [i]giant[/i] spiders!? He didn’t have to breed a giant spider as well, right? Don’t they eat their mates afterwards!?\n\n“Tch. Already? We’re still an hour away from the Dungeon.” Eleanor grunted, unsheathing her axe and cleaving a large section of waist-high foliage in front of her.\n\n“I see the buggers... Tch. Hey kit, how well do you think you can hold off a Dire Spider on your own?”\n\nRennard rolled onto his feet to try and see the threat ahead of them from the back, struggling to see the giant arachnids through the grass, instead having to track them from by the motion of the field shifting around their long, limber motions...\n\nBefore he finally saw it. A brief glance, peeking through a patch of dirt before shambling into another Pale brown chitin, terrifying legs a meter long, a set of eight, giant, yellowy eyes that seemed to be looking everywhere at once.\n\n[i]Spirit Test: Failed![/i]\n\n“Holy shit!” Rennard yelped, fumbling with his sword as he pulled it out, his heart [i]pumping[/i].\n\nIt might not be as strong as a Lesser Barghest, but at least [i]those[/i] looked like they were just large, monstrous dogs! That [i]thing[/i], for the second he saw it, was something right out of a horror movie he and his friends would have to sneak past their parents to watch!\n\n“Bwahahaaa. Adorable! The kit really is just a kit at heart!” The busty, muscled ermine cackled with a grin. “Kan, you’re with me. Taffy, you’re on support. I want you to freeze the ground beneath the spiders when Rennard or I lock one down—see if you can’t freeze their legs in place while you’re at it. Flynn, keep on back and support the little swordsman would ya?”\n\n“And Rennard, steady your legs will ya! You look like you’re about to pass out~ It's just a Dire Spider. The Lesser Barghest you took out was far more imposing than this. Don’t worry, if you get bitten Flynn can patch you up and take care of any poison before your heart stops~” Eleanor finalized her instructions, peeling off to engage the spider on the left whilst Kan slipped quietly into the grasses next to her.\n\n“Wait, it can stop my heart!?” He yelped as he struggled, before finally managing, to pry his new sword free from its scabbard with how hard his hand was trembling.\n\nHe swore he heard his sister’s barely concealed laugh from the distance as he adopted a defensive posture against the other spider, still shambling towards him. The older arctic kit stepped backwards, adopting a supportive posture a few meters to his side and back, whilst Flynn hovered closer—at least close enough for him to advise with a firm murmur.\n\n“You probably don’t want to use Fox Fire. There’s a good chance that the grasses could catch and make everything a lot worse.”\n\n“Oh gee, this just gets better and better.” He whined, glancing towards the vague area he believed Kimi was lurking. No Fox Fire also meant little, if any, support from his sister, not unless she wanted to discover if giant spider legs tasted like crab.\n\n“Heads up brush-tail!” Eleanor shouted as she swung down, and the non-engaged spider [i]lurched[/i] forward towards him.\n\n“Yip!” Rennard jumped backwards, barely managing to avoid a spine-shivering [i]snap[/i] of arachnid fangs bursting forth from the wall of grass in front of him.\n\nIt’s no big deal! It's just a giant, eight-legged [i]freak[/i] of nature! He could do this!\n\nHe just had to remember what he practices with the wolves and the wargs. His sword gave him the advantage of reach, and for once, it wasn’t blunt!\n\n[i]5 Damage Inflicted with Arming Sword (Novice)![/i]\n\nThat... Was less Damage than he was hoping to see.\n\nThe spider lurched forward again. Fortunately, its movements were slow, almost lethargic, quite unlike the speedy little eight-legged devils he was used to in games and movies. It gave him enough time to block with his sword, but even that was a struggle, the strength behind the blow easily knocking him off of his footing and leaving him awkwardly backpeddling for distance.\n\nHis nose, meanwhile, twitched, picking up the distinct scent of death and rot that Kimi had warned him about. It was weird, not quite like the off meat his family would have to throw out, but similar enough to remind him of those memories...\n\n“Tch. There’s something weird about these Spiders!” Kan’s voice called out from the other side of the spider she and Eleanor were fighting. “My dagger isn’t doing as much damage as it should, and the spider just broke off a frozen leg without even flinching!”\n\n“The hell?” Eleanor called out, intercepting another attempt to bite her with a battering swing of her axe.\n\nRennard was just about to call back out with what he could smell, but was interrupted as the spider gave another surprising lunge forward—seeking to capitalize upon his poor footing before he could regain it!\n\nHe had no choice but to fall back, but a quick, nimble roll with his newly acquired Contortionist skill allowed him to awkwardly scramble back onto his hindpaws a few feet away from its mandibles without accidentally stabbing himself with his sword.\n\nOdd. Didn’t Giant Spiders usually have venom dripping like saliva from their mandibles...?\n\nThen there were the slow, lurching movements quite unlike how he expected a giant spider to move, the scent of rotting meat, the sickly colors...\n\nHis gamer fox brain stumbled upon an idea, causing his fuzzy brown ears to flick upwards.\n\n“They’re Undead!” He shouted, intercepting another biting pass from the spider by cleaving his sword down upon its snapping forward head with both hands!\n\n[i]7 Damage Inflicted with Arming Sword (Novice)![/i]\n\n“Tch. Undead dire spiders? Don’t tell me we have a Necromancer setting up shop in the Tower? Great, ain’t that just peachy. Good thing there’s no graves nearby for them to ransack.” Eleanor growled, delivering another cleaving blow from her axe which sent her spider reeling backwards a good meter.\n\n“Pity you ain’t a Priestess Flynn, some righteous divine smiting would do us well right now~”\n\n“If I was a Priestess, do you think I’d condone running around doing god knows what with a crazy woman like you?” The wolf barked back with a laugh while struggling to keep abreast of the battle that was nothing but a blurred mess to him—his fingers fumbling through one of his heavy tomes for a specific incantation that would help.\n\nRighteous Divine Smiting...?\n\nThat [i]did[/i] give Rennard an idea as he squared off with the spider in front of him. He spared a quick glance towards Flynn and Taffy nearby—the former was blind enough that he didn’t consider it a huge risk, while Taffy seemed to be obviously focusing upon the fight with his typical teammates, although he still spared a glance Rennard’s way to make sure he wasn’t needing immediate assistance.\n\nIt [i]was[/i] a bit of a risk to his secret to use it, but... He was [i]really[/i] eager to give it a shot, too. Besides, if they [i]were[/i] going to be fighting a Necromancer in the Dungeon as a final boss, it paid to know how it worked~\n\nWith a grin, he jumped backwards again, luring the dumb zombie spider further away from the other two guys as he did so.\n\nBefore, with sufficient distance to do what he wished, he brought his sword up and ran his fingers along the surface—channeling the Divinity within his body into the metal as he did so.\n\nNo time to remember the prayer for it right now!\n\n[i]Sacred Sword Used! No Uses Remaining![/i]\n\nSure enough, he felt the blade begin to hum with the same sense of divine magic as he had come to know. A faint, almost imperceptible halo spread along its length, distorting the light that passed through it ever so faintly. Hopefully the others wouldn’t notice.\n\n“Alright, you’re going down!” Rennard grinned, finding his resolve seemingly flowing back into him from the blade in his hand. Waiting for the zombie spider to strike, he met its overture with another countering slash of his own!\n\n[i]9 (+2!) Damage Inflicted with Arming Sword (Novice [Sacred])![/i]\n\nWell... It wasn’t [i]much[/i] better than his Fox Fire, but what could he expect with his mediocre Spirit?\n\nAlthough it apparently stung the spider like a [i]bitch[/i]. Despite its undead state, it lurched backwards, a monstrous, spine-tingling clatter of snapping mandibles rolling forth like a screech, whilst the area he struck [i]bubbled[/i] like the rotten flesh beneath had been brought to a boil!\n\nNot bad! It was also better than the nothing else he had currently.\n\nHe and the spider engaged in a back and forth squabble, the tender ten-year-old kit keeping on the defensive—taking advantage of his sword and the Ring of Force Shield upon his left hand to keep the monstrous spider from getting its mandibles upon him. It did almost look like it was about to catch the novice kit by surprise, but Kimi took that time to announce herself with a surprise bite to its hind leg, interrupting its attack long enough for him to duck out of the way—before his feral sister ducked back away to avoid drawing the spider’s attention.\n\nFortunately, he didn’t need to hold it back for long. Not even a minute after Eleanor and Kan had split up to handle the other spider, the ermine’s boisterous voice called forth from behind the sole remaining threat. “Heads up brush-tail!”\n\nHer words called out moments before the ermine appeared through the grass, her giant, lumbering form rolling with a spin that brought her axe high into the air, before [i]cleaving[/i] the vile, undead spider in half with an ichor-splattering [i]slam[/i] of the weapon!\n\nFortunately, the strands of unholy spider guts flinging his way were stopped by the ring’s force shield, allowing Rennard to breathe a sigh of relief of not needing to clean his cloak from [i]that[/i] mess.\n\nNot that it seemed to make Eleanor mind, much. The scantily clad barbarian ermine grinning from ear to ear despite the mess clinging to her muscled frame.\n\n“Not bad, boy! Not only did you recognize that these particular scuttling beasties were Undead, but you also managed to not get bitten,” she congratulated with a smirk, before glancing back to Kan trotting up behind her.\n\n“See? He’s a young little hero in the making~ Perfect to sweep little girls like you off your feet!” She jeered towards the kitten.\n\n“Nuhuh. I only need Taffy.” She huffed, puffing out her cheeks and purposefully glancing away from the younger adventurer boy.\n\n“Pffft. That ice mage looks more like a vixen than he does a tod~ Why don’t you [i]both[/i] become his wives instead? I’m certain the little guy’s vigorous enough to keep you both satisfied!” She shot back, her toothy smirk widening whilst her boisterous laugh filled the fields.\n\n“Wha—!?” It was Rennard’s turn to blush, his cheeks and ears burning a vivid crimson, even as the idea brought his libido-dulled sheath to twitch beneath his enchanted cloak.\n\n“Ellie!” Kan joined the kit in protesting with a screech, her own white furred face burning with a vivid blush as she did so.\n\nTaffy, meanwhile, joined them both in blushing, albeit he kept his maw shut tight—choosing to instead hide his embarrassment by pulling the hood of his mage cloak down and putting his staff between himself and the rest of the party.\n\n“Bwahahaaa, look at the three of you. Adorable~ All I’m saying is, Kan, Taffy, you better jump on him quickly—or else someone else is going to come along and snatch him up first~”\n\nFrom a short distance away, Rennard could hear the defiant, huffing swish of Kimi’s tail at the topic.\n\n“Enough jokes Eleanor. Here, let me see that bite of yours. Just because they were Undead doesn’t mean they might not have had any venom.” Flynn interrupted the teasing taunts to shuffle over towards the barbarian.\n\nSure enough, now that he was looking for it, Rennard could spot a mild injury upon her side, leaving only a faint streak of crimson to mar her beautiful white fur.\n\n“Tch. Fine, fine Flynn. Just know that just because you act like my wife doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.” She acquiesced, but threw in a tease towards the half-blind albino wolf as she did so.\n\nHe answered in stride, lips stretching into a fond smile. “That’s quite alright. Despite your muscles, you’re still not quite my type.”\n\n“Now, [i]Rennard, however[/i]... He could grow up to be someone I could marry~” The lupine smirked, far too far away from the fox kit to see his reaction as anything more than an orange splotch turning a darker shade of red.\n\n“Hear that Kan, Taffy? Flynn’s gonna steal your man if you don’t act fast—Ack! Careful Flynn, are you trying to do [i]more[/i] damage with those hands of yours!?”\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIn the end, because of the spiders along the road slowing them down, and the unique threat that a Necromancer might cause, Eleanor had decided to opt for a three day expedition. They would camp at the Tower for the first day, rest while being on alert for potential ambushes, take their time conquering it on day two, sleep again, then return to Carran on the third.\n\nWhich gave them plenty of time to dispose of the two raised spider corpses. Eleanor cut down a good chunk of the grass as best she could, followed by Taffy raising a ring of ice around the bonfire position to contain it. Then, the spiders remains were thrown into the middle and Rennard’s Fox Fire set them and the cut grass ablaze—ensuring that there would be nothing to reanimate even if the Necromancer responsible for these two abominations could [i]recycle[/i] them.\n\nFlynn, meanwhile, drilled the less experienced members of the party—Rennard, Kan, and Taffy—on the particulars of Undead.\n\n“Critical Attacks are going to be less effective, if not outright impossible, on them,” he started, turning towards Kan who was pouting up a storm at the advice. “When you’re a higher Level and take the Rogue or other Classes, Kan, you can pick up Benefits to help you overcome that weakness, or particularly enchanted weapons that allow you to deliver them, but for now, your offensive power is going to be weaker.”\n\n“Some, but not all, Undead can also be quite resistant to Cold magic too, so be mindful of that, Taffy.” He continued, causing the arctic kit standing next to his peer to pout as well.\n\n“But I wanted to show off for Ren—” He muttered, before his mumbling words were cut off by Kan giving him a less than playful kick to the back of a leg.\n\n“Fortunately, physical attacks like Eleanor’s axe and Rennard’s sword can be [i]decently[/i] effective against most types of Undead. Some, like skeletons, are more resistant and require smashing force to take down, but the blows from Eleanor should manage it just fine.” He advised, giving a nod towards Rennard who nodded back in turn.\n\n“Magic wise, the two most effective tend to be fire—which fortunately Rennard possesses from Fox Magic—and holy magic. Unfortunately as a Scholar, I don’t have a divine connection to use such magics.” Flynn continued with a soft chuckle.\n\nAlthough, for whatever reason, Rennard [i]swore[/i] the half-blind wolf was glancing towards him as he talked about the magic, causing Rennard’s tail to twitch with fear that he might have been exposed after all.\n\n“So in short, while we [i]have [/i]enough tools to take a crack at dragging the Necromancer out from that Tower, we’re not exactly the [i]best[/i] party for the job.” Eleanor took over the conversation with a grunt after being satisfied that their impromptu bonfire had burned out enough to not spread stray embers to the rest of the overgrown fields.\n\n“That’s why we’re going to take it slow and careful.” She continued with a nod, and a firm glare towards the three children in her care to make certain they understood. “If we encounter a surprise we can’t handle, we’ll call it quits, back off, and report the infestation to the Guild for them to handle. Sawyer and a few other heavy hitters will be around within a week, which is plenty of time to handle it in our stead, and we’ll still get a small commission for reporting it.”\n\n“Do I make myself clear?”\n\n“Yes, Ellie...” All three of them answered in uniform.\n\n“Good.” She gave one last, solemn nod, before her toothy smirk stretched once more across her features. “That being said, dragging a Necromancer back to Carran would be one hell of a bonus to our Quest’s pay~”\n\nIt was Rennard’s turn to raise his hand, causing Eleanor to glance at him—as well as Flynn, albeit a few seconds later.\n\n“Is being a Necromancer illegal?”\n\n“For the most part.” Flynn answered with a small nod. “While it's mostly their actions, grave robbing for example, that gets punished, Necromancy itself is a magical art that originates from Demons. While some of the knowledge has escaped into the world outside of demonic control, most are those that either made a deal with demons or have a pact with demons.”\n\n“That and it's gross and unseemly.” Kan poked out her tongue. “Those spiders smelled [i]awful.[/i]”\n\n“Tell me about it...” Flynn and Rennard replied almost simultaneously, rubbing their poor, offended noses at the same time.\n\n“Enough. Let's get going... We’ve got another hour to walk, then we'll camp just in sight of the Tower’s entrance.” Eleanor brought the discussion to an end and nodded the group to return to their marching formation.\n\n“Which, speaking of... We should probably assign watches just so the Necromancer doesn’t get the drop on us in our sleep.” The ermine added with a contemplative rumble. “Mmmm... I’d normally want us to have three shifts and two people each on the watch, but...”\n\n“Taffy and I can take a shift.” Kan interjected with a smile. “We’ve done it before, and my eyes and ears are sharp~”\n\n“That’s not the problem.” The ermine replied simply, but with a supportive smile at her eagerness.\n\nRennard rose his hand briefly to offer to take a shift, he and Kimi [i]were[/i] two people technically, but he reconsidered it—its not like they could entirely trust him with their safety after all.\n\n“I’ll take the second shift with Rennard.” Flynn spoke in his stead, causing Rennard’s ears and tail to flick with surprise, but also a hint of pride that the wolf apparently trusted him enough to keep watch. “You can probably handle the last watch all by yourself after all, Eleanor.”\n\n“Eh? Yeah, I can, but...” She interjected, giving a glance towards Rennard with a hum. “Your nose and ears are probably good enough, but we don’t know how good the boys' eyes and ears are.”\n\n“You’re forgetting he has that ‘dog’ with him that can help keep watch with us. Surely you trust a trained hound’s senses, yes?” The albino wolf answered with a chuckle. “Besides, you’re trusting him to keep me and Taffy safe while in the dungeon, and he could use some experience keeping watch to grow as an adventurer.”\n\n“I—hmmm. I guess you’re right. Still, I think I’d rather break up the rotations. Maybe the two kits can—”\n\n“Nope!” Kan interjected, gripping the arctic fox boy close, and shooting a jealous glare towards Rennard while she did so. “I’m on shift with Taffy.”\n\nFlynn chuckled. “Enough teasing Eleanor. You know those ‘siblings’ almost always work together.”\n\n“Fine, fine~” She acquiesced with a sigh.\n\n...\n\nThe next hour passed quickly enough. Much to Rennard’s relief as the hours of walking were starting to catch up to him. He could manage a decent trek now, but a long march on his young legs was still a taxing ordeal.\n\nFortunately, he wasn’t the only one this time—as both Kan and Taffy both flopped onto the area they had settled upon for their camp, looking even wearier than he was!\n\nIt made his tail swish with pride, remembering how much he struggled with a simple task like walking when he first arrived here. Now, he was out doing other adventurers!\n\nChildren like him, but still!\n\nOff in the distance the first floor of the tower stood. It was obviously a strange building, set a short distance away from the abandoned road. A squat, stone building with five walls, larger than any he had seen in Carran, roughly the size of a strip mall if he had to guess. Plenty of space inside to ensure all sorts of nasty creatures were waiting for them, and that was only the first floor.\n\n“Fifteen minutes.” Eleanor grunted towards the exhausted kitten thief and kit mage. “Then you’re setting up your tents and bedroll. I want them up before we settle in for our watches.”\n\nThe two youths groaned in answer together.\n\nFlynn, meanwhile, unfastened his pack and settled it upon the ground, before glancing towards the visage he imagined was Rennard. “Hey Ren, do you have much experience with pitching a tent~?”\n\n“Ah...” The kit’s ears burned a faint red, before he shook his head slightly to clear his mind or the more sordid connotations of the otherwise innocent expression. “A little. Dad took me camping a few times before...”\n\n“Better than nothing.” The wolf answered with a smile, interrupting the kit’s explanation as he trailed off. “Come here and help me would you? It’ll be for your own good, since you’ll be sharing my bedroll.”\n\n“Ah, wait... Shouldn’t I use Kan or Taffy’s since they’ll be awake while I’m sleeping...?” Rennard replied, his blush deepening.\n\n“Mmm. Only for the first two shifts. Their bedroll won’t have enough space to fit you as well since they’re a smaller size for the last. Unless you want to get kicked out and sleep on the ground.” The wolf answered with a chuckle.\n\n“Like I said this morning, you have two choices. Sleeping with me, or sleeping with Eleanor.”\n\n“But, if you prefer her... I won’t stop you.” The older wolf teen answered with an almost cheeky smile. “She’s been in need of good company, and if you ask me, all the teases of you marrying the twins is projection for her own thoughts.”\n\n“Although... You might struggle to walk straight tomorrow. But I’m sure I could patch your pelvis back together. Mostly.” The wolf twink finished his tease with a soft cackle.\n\n“I heard that you bat-eyed brat.” Eleanor scoffed from the other side of camp, keeping an eye on everyone while the two exhausted youths rested and they began to set up their tent.\n\nRennard couldn’t help but shudder, remembering the firm, vigorous riding that Roman or the wyvern had given him, but picturing Eleanor in their place... Even more pent up and lacking in control.\n\n[i]Especially[/i] if she discovered his secret...\n\n“Alright, I get it, I get it... Your tent and bedroll it is.” He agreed with a huff.\n\n“Good boy.” Flynn chuckled as he grabbed out the different parts they’d need from his bag.\n\nIt turned out the tent that Flynn possessed was quite different from the ones he was used to handling back in his own world, and his inexperienced, and small size, showed. More than once he ended up failing to put up the tent, leading to him falling into the canvas tarps or being bound in the twine—causing the wolf to chuckle in reply.\n\nBut, in the end, the pair eventually managed it... Barely beating to put the final piton in place for the small, claustrophobic ridge tent before Kan and Taffy did despite their head start—much to Kan’s disappointment who had turned Rennard’s struggling start as an opportunity to race.\n\nAfterwards, a fire was started in the center between their tents, the parties' rations of bread, dried meat, and cheese heated to make it slightly more bearable as they settled in.\n\nKimi even approached, burning through a small amount of her Mana to maintain her dog illusion so she could nestle in against his side, her amber eyes watching him converse with the other Adventurers with a hint of happiness and longing.\n\nRennard kept one hand against the back of her head at almost all times, rubbing and scratching along his sister’s scalp, even as he talked, listening to the White Phantoms recalling their previous expedition into the Dungeon. Things that they learned, expected traps that the kit should look out for.\n\nHe shared some of his own encounters in turn... partially. The talk about traps drew quite the boisterous laugh when he explained how his first kobold encounter ended with him hanging by his ankle from a noose trap. He just left out how that ended with an entire kobold community carrying his children...\n\nBut, in the end, as the sun began to settle towards the edge of the nearby forest’s canopy, Eleanor rumbled firmly.\n\n“It's time for the first watch. You two,” she points to Kan and Taffy. “Change of plans, you’re taking the last shift. Get some sleep after that walk, Flynn or Rennard will wake you when its your turn.”\n\n“Alright.” Kan nor Taffy argued, yawning as their youth swiftly caught up with them.\n\nTaffy bid his goodnight to Rennard with a bashful bow, whilst Kan’s was more fleeting, a hint of her typical huffiness, and something else the young fox was still a bit too inexperienced with girls—especially those near his own age—to catch.\n\n“Middle watch is going to be the roughest, so try to get some good sleep would you Ren?” Eleanor then turned to him, flashing him a fond smile.\n\n“That means don’t keep him awake [i]all[/i] shift, Flynn.” She added with a jeer towards the older wolf.\n\n“Just because [i]you[/i] had plans, doesn’t mean I’m quite so... lasvicious.” The wolf answered with a teasing snicker back.\n\nRennard, meanwhile, sat there, blushing slightly as he swore that he was being treated like some product or service—being playfully fought over by words and teasing smirks by the two friends.\n\nEither way, it ended with the larger albino wolf’s arm wrapping around the cloaked boy’s back, his hand resting just above the cub fox’s hips in a way that made his tail bristle with excitement and concern. “Let's go, Ren. It's time for us [i]men[/i] to sleep out beneath the open stars in each other’s arms, like warriors of old!”\n\n“Men? But I’m only ten—” He squawked in reaction, only to get playfully tossed into the small tent by Flynn.\n\nHe, fortunately, could remain standing within the simple compartment, but Flynn couldn’t—the older, taller, and lankier wolf needed to duck down or, more likely, settle onto his knees to fit into the small tent after the lad.\n\n“Finally.” Flynn breathed, his nostrils flaring in the confined space as he closed the tent behind Kimi—being polite enough to let the ‘dog’ trot in after her ‘owner’ before tying the strap closed.\n\nThe feral fox quickly thereafter dropped her disguise before flopping in a corner just off center from the sprawled out bedroll—her brown eyes watching the other two ‘men’ with an amused glint that made Rennard feel like he was being set up... Again.\n\n“Finally... What?” The boy inquired, shifting to one end of the tent to give the older wolf as much space as he could, whilst at the same time flashing a wary gaze towards the single bedroll between them.\n\nHe knew the limits of Chloe’s libido potion... He’d have to make sure to keep his cloak on, and to keep turned away from the older lad throughout the entire night if he wanted to keep his secret from being discovered.\n\nHeck, maybe he should take another dose despite the fact the last still had a good twelve hours left...\n\nThe wolf, meanwhile, answered his question with a knowing grin. Before, much to Rennard’s surprise, he began to remove his clothes right in front of the cub!\n\nThe kit’s blue eyes went wide with surprise, his white-furred cheeks and inner ears once again prickling with warmth, before he glanced away, trying to offer some privacy to the other male as more of his pure, snowy-white pelt was exposed...\n\nAnd with it, thickened the confined air of the closed tent with his heat-strickened scent that had previously been trapped beneath his scholarly robes, making the boy’s tail wag with growing, instinct-fueled anticipation.\n\nThe older wolf laughed quietly, his vivid red eyes staring towards the younger fox with a hint of the desire he had kept hidden until now. “I [i]may[/i] have lied a bit with my last statement to Eleanor...”\n\nHis words graced Rennard’s ears right before his hands turned towards his own pants and boldly stripped them from his hips, dragging them down to his knees... and in so doing, exposed his swollen lips, glistening with a burning, unrequited need between his thighs.\n\nRennard’s breath [i]froze[/i] in his nose, a visible shudder rolling through his body as the familiar scent of estrus clung to his olfactory glands. His sheath surged to life, tapered red prick burgeoning from the pouch beneath his cloak, causing him to reflexively shift a hand to try and conceal the impression it made from the cuntwolf’s gaze.\n\n“Y-you look like you need a Heat Relief potion. I have some spares in my pack if you want.” Rennard squeaked, struggling, and failing, to keep his bright eyes from furtively glancing, and admiring, the older male’s lithe body, and especially the fertility [i]beckoning[/i] him with every breath he took!\n\nFlynn shook his head, delivering a resigned sigh as he did so. “Alas, that would only work for a short while... If at all, while stuck in such... confined areas with you...”\n\n“But you already knew that, didn’t you...? Or else, you’d be able to easily guess it...” The older teen rumbled hotly, hungrily. His larger frame slunk forward, looming over Rennard who so readily acquiesced height to instead shirk away towards the ground, struggling to maintain distance from the needy lupine while being confined in their makeshift quarters.\n\nThose vivid red eyes hovered above Rennard’s gaze, his pure white body holding itself over his quarry as he did so—the enticing warmth of his cunt so close to the youth that he could feel its heat against his knee. One of his hands reached forward, stroking gently across Rennard’s chest, along the edge of his cloak’s flap, trailing down along its edge... before diverting around his hip to brush over his crotch—and expose the budding tent that was being pitched there.\n\n“Chosen...”\n\n“Ah!” Rennard’s blush deepened, and his ears cowed against the back of his scalp when that word left Flynn’s lips. His small hands shifted down to his crotch, trying to maintain some sort of decency by trying, and failing, to hide the impression his growing erection caused. “Y-you knew?”\n\n“I had my suspicions.” The wolf chuckled quietly, speaking softly enough that the others outside couldn’t overhear.\n\n“It started when I met you... Like I said this morning, my nose has always been keen to make up for my poor eyesight. It felt like my heat relief potion had lost effectiveness when you were nearby. Then there was something else, subtle because of your enchanted cloak I’d imagine, but so unique, so exotic, that it still left an aftertaste on my nose. Virility... Something that I hadn’t smelled in a decade.”\n\n“Then there was the fact that the Church sent out criers this morning to announce a major ceremony with the High Priestess’ return at the end of the week. The fact that the Goddess’ Church is one of your patrons... Their gift of a rare magical item to hide your Stats from Analysis... The fact that Carran was believed to be one of the places most likely for the Chosen to appear... The rumors that the Divine Beast guarding the Shrine of the Chosen in the woods is a large feral [i]vixen[/i] much like your Companion...”\n\n“That, and also the fact that ‘Breeder’ implies reproduction, which only the Chosen could initiate after the Great Emasculation.”\n\n“But, I wasn’t sure until that fight earlier. That was a Miracle that you used to fight the zombie spider, wasn’t it? I don’t possess them myself, but I [i]do[/i] recognize them when I sense them. A taming class certainly doesn’t sound like something that would have offensive holy magic to fight off Undead, and if you possessed them normally from a Benefit or magical item, you don’t seem the type to hold that information back during your ‘interview’ yesterday... So you must have kept quiet about it, because only someone endowed directly by the Goddess could possess Miracles without a Class or Benefit.”\n\nEvery word the wolf spoke while rumbling with need above him made the kit shiver, and his flush burn brighter. Until, by the time that Flynn finished revealing how he was exposed, the boy whined softly in reply. “I thought I was doing a good job of keeping it under... uh... wraps...”\n\n“Well I don’t think the others have caught on, yet. But as a Scholar it's sort of my job to know all sorts of useful information to put two and two together. The keen nose definitely helped though.” The older twink wolf cackled lightly, before nuzzling his snout beneath the fox cub’s, nudging the prostrated boy’s face upwards so that his nostrils could drink in the lad’s scent directly from the nape of his neck.\n\n“I’ve been tormented by your scent all day but having to pretend I didn’t notice to respect your secret... Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others, but that comes with certain... favors... in exchange.” He snickered, sliding his hand back up to tease at the cord holding the cloak together.\n\n“Although I doubt you’d mind the payment I have in mind.” His ruby red eye winked upwards towards the blushing cub.\n\nRennard shook his head quickly, too quickly. “N-no, I wouldn’t mind...”\n\nHis nostrils all the while flared, making his blood boil with the weight of the older wolf’s need. Every second that he lay beneath the wolf made his rod swell between his hands—growing until the tapered red point finally peeked out from between the flaps of his cloak despite his best attempts.\n\nIt was Flynn’s turn to shudder from the pheromonal deluge, his exposed cunt [i]flexing[/i] against open air with reflexive [i]need[/i] as the kit’s musk tickled his nose. A low, sultry, [i]desperate[/i] groan cooed from his lips and into the cub’s ears.\n\n“Good...” The wolf scholar breathed, before struggling to pull himself back, giving the cub time to adjust and strip himself if he so needed, although barely. He had to remain adjacent to the fox boy so that his poor eyes could still make out the details of his features with their proximity, filling in the blanks with a bold brush of a hand which swept downwards to gently trace along the hefty cubhood spilling forth.\n\n“Truth be told, I doubt you’d be able to keep this secret from everyone else for long.” He added with a teasing, appreciative murmur as he squeezed around the budding length’s tapered head. “Although I [i]am[/i] looking forward to you trying, and failing. But if you do manage it, I’ll make sure that we’re all alone together someplace private for you to breed the rest of us as well—can’t have my friends being pained by their heats when the cure is finally at hand, can I~?”\n\nRennard’s ears burned so hotly that they felt like they were on fire. His little lips parted, exposing his small fangs as he struggled to put together an answer towards the wolf’s teases. Instead, all he did was lay there, his bright blue eyes admiring every inch of the canine’s body, his nostrils drinking in the scent of the albino teen’s fertility, his thoughts drifting along how good that warm, tight sex was going to feel as he stretched it around his throbbing cock and pumped his womb full of pups.\n\n“Bashful, are you?” Flynn teased with a snicker. “Here I was expecting the Chosen to be some strident, forthright, confident stud here to breed us all silly, and you’re just a boy who's barely more than a virgin, aren’t ya~? Look at you, still so over dressed while I’m here waiting to embrace you~”\n\n“I-I am not! I’ve sired hundreds of children already!” Rennard puffed out in answer, his pride roused with the goading tease. But it was enough to call the kit to action, his young body rolling onto his knees as his small hands turned towards removing his cloak.\n\nIt doesn’t take him long to untie the now familiar cords and peel the old, enchanted green fabric from his shoulders. Flynn’s eyes, barely able to make out the details of the cub’s body even at such close distances, goes wide as he admires the youth’s limber frame... The hint of budding masculinity within his lanky body, wider shoulders, and lithe muscles tantalizing him with thoughts on the type of fox the boy would grow up to be—whilst more importantly, his ruby eyes dropped down to admire the twitching cubhood that promised how effective a stud he could be already, pulsing with vigor above a pair of plump, hand-filling spheres made even more noticeable by the silver band locked in place above them.\n\n“Goddess have mercy, you’re packing some heat kit... Age aside, she [i]definitely[/i] knew how to choose her champion,” the wolf rumbled hotly, greedily, as he laid back—making himself comfortable upon the bedroll laid out in the middle of the closed tent. His legs spread wide, keeping his pussy, swollen, excited, and dripping with estrus, pointed towards the little virile hero, his fluffy white tail swishing invitingly from just underneath it.\n\nRennard’s lips stretched into a prideful, beaming smile at the older wolf’s words. For a moment, he contemplated explaining that most of his size was due to other factors such as his Class Levels or the therianthropy which simmered in his balls—but a prodding cough from Kimi left his humble explanations frozen upon his maw.\n\nInstead, he followed the allure of Flynn’s wafting fertility, crawling forward to join the other Adventurer at last. His small hands pressed against the wolf teen’s shoulders, dull claws combing through his perfectly white fur, contrasting sharply against the brown-furred gloves on his hands. His knees, meanwhile, take up the offered position between the cuntboy’s spread legs, tucking in underneath his thighs so that his loins are pressed against Flynn’s needy heat.\n\nThe first contact of his long, girthy length dripping with virility was enough to make the lupine now thoroughly gripped in the depths of estrus huff. His ruby eyes glimmered with excitement, his gaze glued to the sight of the swollen foxhood draped across his swollen and dew-weeping folds, throbbing past his labia and resting its weight over his clitoris, with let more inches twitching over his abdomen instead to matt the cloudy white fur with fecund rivulets of boy musk.\n\nWhile the upper reaches of his hood and the sensitive button thereupon was teased with the length’s weight, and further tormented by idle rolling grinds adding a hint of friction to the slick outercourse, his lower lips and taint were teased by Rennard’s considerable balls—white on white fur rolling and grinding against one another, whilst the simmering heat of virility boiling within the spheres made Flynn’s expectations grow by the second.\n\n“Mmph... Tease... C’mon, my pussies’ been waiting for your cock ever since I got the damn thing kiddo...” The Scholar huffed, his lithe legs wrapping loosely around the smaller stud to leave room for his hips to move, whilst his arms lazily reached forward, running his own claws through the smaller, yet surprisingly stronger, lad’s fur.\n\n“Aww... But you’re so cute whimpering with need!” Rennard quipped back quietly, a wry grin stretched from ear to ear.\n\n“Brat. If you take too long you’re going to have to conquer the Dungeon tomorrow with only a couple hours of sleep, little man.”\n\n“Oh... Right.” Rennard’s teasing grin slipped into a more boyish, sheepish smile, before his blue eyes turned away from the red jewels peering out from the lupine’s otherwise perfectly white face, glancing down to the point where his rod ran along the wolf’s sex with every idle grind of his hips.\n\nWith his eyes for guidance, he slowly sauntered his body backwards, dragging his point dripping with precum along the lupine’s tender lips. He dallied for a second longer just to roll the tapered start against Flynn’s clit, however, rolling and smearing the sensitive nub in his warm essence to make the twink pup huff again, before finally, and with deliberate precision, sliding down to nestle his considerable kit prick against the older lad’s sex.\n\nThen, half from his own flexing thighs, and half from the wolf’s desperately clenching ankles pressed against the small of his back, his shaft sunk forward—the tapered tip spreading Flynn’s lips slowly at first, and with a low, growing moan from his latest lover’s maw. Before, just as his head pressed past the warm, silky, and clenching labia, a spasm rocked through the wolf’s body, causing his legs and arms to seize around the smaller lad, catching him by surprise as he was suddenly pulled forward to sink a good few extra inches in with a meek meep!\n\n“Goddess that feels better than any toy.” Flynn groaned lowly, his words whimpered almost straight into the smaller boy’s ear with how he had pulled him closer, leaving Rennard nestled on top of him with the majority of his cock pulsing within his sex—staining the depths of his tunnels with the boy’s arousal, leaving just the base of the cock and its swelling knot to grind forward.\n\n“Hah... I wouldn’t know myself,” Rennard shot back with a proud, teasing smile. “All I’ve got to compare is breeding a hole or using my hands...”\n\n“Mmph. Spoiled for choices, aren’t you kiddo?” The wolf grunted back from the lad’s childish bragging, shortly thereafter followed by another shivering, half-suppressed moan as the young fox’s hips dragged his rod back and angled his next thrust to better rub across the sweet spot behind his clitoris.\n\n“Oh... I should probably let you know...” Rennard answered with a huff as his Arousal continued to swell towards its zenith, his little hips slapping forward to add the gentle notes of his budding knot crashing into the wolf’s sopping wet lips to the rumbled notes of their huffs and grunts within the tent. “My seed is potent enough that you’ll probably have an entire litter, not just a single pup...”\n\n“W-what—Ooooooooh...” Flynn’s expression fluttered towards one of surprise and mild shock. His learned mind had only just begun to process the revelation that his pragmatic hopes and plans for a fluffy little ball of wolf fur he’d have to raise in exchange for solving his decade long heat were going to need amending for an entire [i]litter[/i] when the kit’s hips [i]slammed [/i]forward, suddenly crashing his twitching glands behind his spasming folds and all but locking the two of them together—grinding the lad’s absurd girth right against the entrance to his womb as he did so.\n\nThe kit, meanwhile, looked ecstatic, a bright, beaming, cheeky smile on his lips as he stared up at the older wolf, enjoying the two-fold pleasure of his knot’s conquest and his unexpected admission! His tail thrashed behind him, wagging to and fro, especially when his young, limber thighs flexed and tried to pull back, and succeeded in doing little more than tugging his swelling, throbbing knot glands back against the wolf’s pussy-lips, grinding the drumming glands against the albino Scholar’s g-spot as he did so.\n\n“Fucking hell kid... Careful with that thing!” Flynn hissed, even as his lips fluttered with another rush of pleasure from the attention.\n\nWell, there was no use worrying about the future now, his fate was sealed the moment the boy’s knot had forced its way into his sex! All he could do now was try to help edge the boy the rest of the way towards his release, towards dousing the burning heat boiling from his ovaries—even though his lips twisted mildly at the idea of having to organize a boarding school for his, and the rest of the White Phantom’s, children to be raised together considering the amount of Adventurer-spawn Rennard’s balls would be siring by the end of this Quest.\n\nHis lithe white legs squeezed around the cub’s back, joined by the Scholar’s arms. Despite the youth’s advantage in Strength, the older teen managed to coax the cub forward, burying Rennard’s snout against his collarbone—leaving his bright blue eyes staring up from his chest, his breath tickling against the wolf’s throat. His dull claws wandered through the youth’s fur, combing through his thick, fluffy pelt, admiring the toned physique budding with just a hint of adolescence underneath, squeezing his rump to ensure his sheath kissed against his glistening, estrus-dew weeping folds...\n\n[i]Arousal 20/20![/i]\n\nThe fox child’s heavy balls flexed, dragging themselves along the wolf’s glistening labia as the warm, clenching walls [i]milking[/i] his sensitive knot glands, and the palpable desperation for relief from the older, larger wolf ensnaring him in a cloud of warm fluffy white fur, finally pushed him over the edge. His tool [i]spasmed[/i], coercing euphoric huffs from Flynn’s lip right against his ear, joining his own, higher pitched whimpers of delight... Right before thick ropes of vulpine virility [i]poured[/i] forth, splattering straight against the barrier to his womb and flooding the wolf twink with the lad’s copious warmth.\n\n[i]Experience Acquired![/i][i]\n[/i][i]Experience Acquired![/i][i]\n[/i][i]Experience Acquired![/i]\n\nAlmost immediately, a sense of extreme euphoria and relief washed across the sprawled lupine clutching desperately to his child savior. His fangs bit against his own lip, keeping his whimpering groans of delight from escaping past their tent, the noise simmering within his throat whilst his limbs dug tightly against the youth’s back. His toes flexed against Rennard’s rump, claws raking against his back, his hips jostling with the cub’s own shifting grinds to ensure every last drop of vulpine virility he could coax from the balls draped against his taint found purchase within his sex—even as the copious flow began to trickle out from his inundated tunnel to spill onto the bedding beneath them.\n\n“Fuck...” Flynn whined almost a minute later as his climax finally passed, allowing his limbs to fall away from the youth now stuck to his front. His vivid red eyes remained looking over the proud fox kit’s expression, tinged ever so slightly with the exhaustion of their long march catching up to him with the fugue of his afterglow. His fluffy white tail flicked just beneath the cub’s own, orange and white momentarily dancing together, arms loosely wrapped around the boy’s back just tightly enough that the fox child couldn’t escape his post-coital cuddles regardless of the knot swollen within his cunt.\n\nRennard’s nestled in posture, spread along the older boy’s torso, concealed the visible results of his plentiful seed scoring critical success after critical success within the lupine’s womb. Once, twice, then thrice, virile vulpine swimmers crawled their way towards his waiting ovum, each one arriving with a subtle, yet palpable, shudder echoing forth from the depths of his groin—joined by his featureless white fur finally adorned by lines of black above his groin forming a utero symbol, crowned by a pink heart right where his soon-to-be pup-filled womb sat.\n\n“So this is what not feeling like I need to hump a thigh constantly feels like...” Flynn sighed wistfully, retightening his snuggling grip over Rennard—causing the boy to give a playful ‘oof’, then a delighted giggle.\n\n“Meanwhile I’m just glad the libido potion I took keeps the Geas from activating... Gosh, it would be a nightmare going into town if Chloe didn’t give me those,” the boy replied with a reserved sigh, getting comfy on his latest lover's body—including a delighted giggle when Flynn reached down to nuzzle their noses together...\n\n“I thought I told you two to sleep!?” Eleanor’s voice called forth far closer than either canid expected.\n\nRennard’s blues and Flynn’s reds went wide, especially as the sound of the tent flap being pulled aside by the barbarian leader greeted their suddenly alert ears!\n\nFlynn moved quickly, tucking the blanket of the bedroll up and over Rennard—hiding him, and the majority of his virile scent, save for his head pretending to sleep against Flynn’s shoulder, beneath its surface before Eleanor’s dark navy blue eyes appeared to stare at them.\n\n“He is! Rambunctious kit just wanted to snuggle.” Flynn called back to his friend with a sheepish smile, cradling an arm around the boy to complete the wholesome appearance of their embrace... Even as it took all of his effort to not huff with the still twitching rod filling his cunt from labia to womb.\n\nIt was all he could do to hope that Rennard wouldn’t try to be cheeky by grinding his hips ‘inadvertently’, and make the poor wolf teen struggle to suppress a moan!\n\n“Hmmph... Sure, ‘snuggling’... But he looks like he’s conked out well enough.” The ermine shook her head with a click of her tongue. “I’m still waking you two up at the expected time, so you’ll have to deal with whatever z’s you lost ‘snuggling’ by yourselves.”\n\n“Yes ma’am.” Flynn retorted with another grin.\n\nHis breath, however, froze as she took a few inquisitive sniffs, her nostrils flaring wide at the scent she couldn’t quite identify from within.\n\n“Mmph... Are you sure those Heat Relief potions you brewed are good?” She spoke a second afterwards, grunting as the faintest hint of a flush began to appear in her small ears.\n\n“I’m not certain. I could give you a new potion if you need it,” the wolf replied. It wasn’t like he was going to be needing them anymore, after all.\n\n“Although...” The pup couldn’t help but tease with a sly smile. “You sure it's the potions? Maybe you’re just discovering you had a thing for young fox boys. Is that the reason you took in Taffy and his ‘sister~?’”\n\n“Bah, fat chance.” Eleanor bellowed with a laugh that made Flynn, and even Rennard, twitch. “Taffy’s got nowhere near as much muscle on a brat that I like. He’s far more like you in that regard... But maybe. That kit there’s [i]budding[/i] with potential. He’s bound to make a happy woman, or wolf, given some years to finish growing.”\n\nAfter returning his tease with one of her own, she finally gave the snuggling pair a wave of her hand in farewell. “Rest well you two. I’ll wake you in a couple hours.”\n\n“Night you Beastly-She-Devil.” Flynn retorted, finally breathing a sigh of relief as the tent flap closed after her retreat...\n\nLeaving him alone in the tent with the fox boy and his feral sister, his ears twitching at the boy’s gentle, soft, and even breaths tickling against the nape of his neck...\n\n“Wait, did you actually pass out already Ren...?” The wolf glanced down at the slumbering boy, observing how he didn’t move while tired, tuckered out, and tied on top of him... Causing the wolf twink to blush at the contrasting mixture of wholesome and lewdness the situation presented.\n\nIn the end, he just made do, snuggled in where he was with his arms around the boy—his head filled with his own contemplations of the future, of snuggling the rambunctious children growing within his womb much like he had their child father... His tail joining Rennard’s dream-prodded wags with their own flicks of delight, before slumber too claimed him.\n\nAt least for a couple of hours."
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  "writing": "[i]Rennard - Level 13 Breeder Fox[/i][i]\n[/i][i]HP[/i][i]\t[/i][i]51/51[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Sta[/i][i]\t[/i][i]17/17[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Man[/i][i]\t[/i][i]15/15[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Aro[/i][i]\t[/i][i]0/20[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Str [/i][i]\t[/i][i]2 (+16)[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Agi[/i][i]\t[/i][i]19[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Spr[/i][i]\t[/i][i]13[/i][i]\n[/i][i]End[/i][i]\t[/i][i]17[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Int[/i][i]\t[/i][i]15[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Cha[/i][i]\t[/i][i]26[/i]\n\n[i]Cock Size:[/i][i]\t[/i][i]9.2[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Virility: [/i][i]\t[/i][i]29 (+4)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Ball Size:[/i][i]\t[/i][i]2.225[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]I. Chance:[/i][i]\t[/i][i]335%[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Miracles: Guidance 5/6, Purify Water 2/2, Sacred Sword 1/1[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Spells: Foxfire Lvl 1, Image Lvl 1, Noise Lvl 1[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Items: Faded Traveler’s Cloak, Pendant of the Goddess (Blessed), Ring of the Tamed Moon, Ring of Force Shield, Ring of Obscurity (Minor)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Simple Backpack (Bowl, Rope, 3 Heat-Relief Potions, 1 Partially-Filled Heat-Relief Potion (8 servings))[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Belts (Itza’s Knife, Arming Sword (Novice [Blunt]), Slimebane Oil, Waterskin), Coinpurse (6c, 1s)[/i]\n\n[i]Conditions: Libido Down (23h)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Boons: Anoint, Beast Speech, Sanctify Marriage,[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Skills: Analyze Lvl 1, Scent Lvl 1, Hearing Lvl 1, Night Eyes Lvl 2, Sneak Lvl 1, Contortionist Lvl 1, Dragon Familiarity Lvl 1 (Kobold LvL 2), Animal Familiarity Lvl 3, Enduring Lover Lvl 4, Control Form Lvl 1, Knife Proficiency Lvl 1, Sword Proficiency Lvl 1, Bite Proficiency Lvl 1[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Benefits: Child (Adolescent), Born Stud, Brood Father, Hyper Virility, Womb Mark, Hung, Strong of Seed, Fox Magic, Therianthrope (???), Size King[/i]\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n[i]Harem 2/5[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Kimi - Level 11 Divine Beast Fox[/i][i]\n[/i][i]HP[/i][i]\t[/i][i]45/45[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Sta[/i][i]\t[/i][i]11/16[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Man[/i][i]\t[/i][i]33/34[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Aro[/i][i]\t[/i][i]1/20[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Str[/i][i]\t[/i][i]11[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Agi[/i][i]\t[/i][i]25[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Spr[/i][i]\t[/i][i]22[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\n[/i][i]End[/i][i]\t[/i][i]16 [/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Int[/i][i]\t[/i][i]34[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Cha[/i][i]\t[/i][i]21[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Spells: Foxfire Lvl 3, Image Lvl 2, Noise Lvl 2, Recovery Lvl 1[/i]\n\n[i]Conditions: Blessing of Maternal Protection, Pregnant x3, Anointed (4d, 8h)[/i]\n\n[i]Skills: Analyze Lvl 3, Scent Lvl 3, Hearing Lvl 2, Night Eyes Lvl 2, Tracking Lvl 2, Sneak Lvl 2, Digging Lvl 1, Running Lvl 1, Foraging Lvl 1, Intuit Magic Lvl 2, Illusion Adept Lvl 1, Bite Proficiency Lvl 2, Claws Lvl 2, Dodge Lvl 1, Familiarities (Various).[/i]\n\n[i]\n[/i][i]Benefits: Fox Magic, Magic Aptitude, Size Queen, Intelligence Growth Up[/i]\n\n\n[i]Lycandra - Level 9 Werewolf[/i][i]\n[/i][i]HP[/i][i]\t[/i][i]58/78[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Sta[/i][i]\t[/i][i]19/26[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Man[/i][i]\t[/i][i]10/10[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Aro[/i][i]\t[/i][i]4/20[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Str[/i][i]\t[/i][i]29[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Agi[/i][i]\t[/i][i]23[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Spr[/i][i]\t[/i][i]17[/i][i]\n[/i][i]End[/i][i]\t[/i][i]26[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Int[/i][i]\t[/i][i]10[/i][i]\t[/i][i]\t[/i][i]Cha[/i][i]\t[/i][i]11[/i][i]\n[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Spells: N/A[/i]\n\n[i]Conditions: Blessing of Maternal Protection, Pregnant x3, Anointed ( 4d, 6h)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Skills: Scent Lvl 3, Hearing Lvl 2, Night Eyes Lvl 2, Tracking Lvl 3, Sneak Lvl 1, Digging Lvl 2, Running Lvl 2, Anthro Familiarity Lvl 3, Control Form Lvl 2, Endure Lvl 1, Bite Lvl 3, Claws Lvl 2.[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Benefits: Therianthrope (Wolf), Alpha (Werewolf), Strength Growth Up, Endurance Growth Up, ???[/i]\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n[i]Quests[/i]\n\n[i]Hidden Quest: The King of the Orphanage[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Objective: Breed the boys and girls of the Carran Orphanage. ✓[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Hidden Objective: ???[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Bonus: Make the previous ‘King of the Orphanage’, Fayre, submit. ✓[/i]\n\n\n[i]The Prince of the Woods[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Objective: Unite the forest kobolds, the dryads, and the werewolf pack underneath your authority (1/3)[/i][i]\n[/i][i]Hidden Objective: [???][/i][i]\n[/i][i]Bonus: Secure the Knight Roman’s assistance. [/i]✓\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nRennard sighed as he sat in front of the Church, blue eyes watching the procession of people through the market—as well as how few actually went to the Church to pray. But, that wasn’t too much of a surprise, even those that [i]didn’t[/i] outright blame the Goddess didn’t seem to have the strongest attachments to faith. Even the ones that did seemed to be more waiting for the Head Priestess to return, and with the altar itself sealed, a prayer at home would be almost as good as a prayer offered in the Church itself.\n\n“You alright, Ren?” Kimi murmured from next to him, speaking softly within her illusory canine disguise so as to not draw attention.\n\n“Yeah, just thinking.” The ten-year-old kit added with an immature pout. “I tried to ask Cynthia some questions about the Goddess this morning but she just blew me off. Said that it wasn’t her place and that I’ll have to wait for the Head Priestess to return... Like, she’ll tell me the basics, but anything specific like the nature of the Great Emasculation or why the Goddess had to summon us, or rather, [i]me[/i] to fix it, nada.”\n\n“Mmm. Did she blow you off or did she blow you?” Kimi retorted with a playful snicker.\n\nRennard’s ears and cheeks burned a bright red as he muttered underneath his breath. “You know how she’s going on and on about me needing to ‘train’ for the ceremony...”\n\nThe vixen giggled, struggling to keep her voice down as the fit played itself out. Before, with a soft sigh, she continued. “It's possible most of those answers are above her paygrade, Ren. After all, if every common Priestess knew the answers to such worldly mysteries, you’d think people like Roman, or, heck, Chloe, would already know as well.”\n\n“Hmmph. I’m not certain Chloe [i]doesn’t[/i] know...” He answered with puffed out cheeks. “She’ll probably  spin something about it not being her [i]place[/i] to tell me such answers, though...”\n\n“Maaaybe.” The vixen added with a giggle.\n\n“Otherwise... She also asked me to put in a Quest for her at the Adventurer’s Guild before we leave the town.”\n\n“Oh?” The vixen quirked an ear towards the boy.\n\nThe fox nodded, leaning back as his eyes glanced towards the street, looking for the member of White Phantom that was meant to meet him. “Apparently one of the children from the orphanages went missing shortly before we got to Carran.”\n\n“Eh? That seemed like something important to bring up earlier, no?” The vixen retorted with a contemplative hum.\n\n“That’s what I thought! But, apparently it's not unusual for her to disappear for a day or two in the past... But it's been too long now.” Rennard answered with a dejected sigh.\n\n“Well, that’s no big deal, isn’t it? The Adventurer’s Guild should be able to handle it just fine, and if they don’t, in two or three days when we’re back from the Dungeon, then you can find her easy with your Miracle—”\n\n“But that’s just it, I’ve already tried. I got nothing.” Rennard interrupted with a somber frown.\n\n“Eh?” The vixen’s eyes went wide. “Does that mean she’s—”\n\n“I don’t think so!” The boy groaned and threw himself back against the dirt—nearly flashing the underside of his cloak to the street if it wasn’t for Kimi’s timely shift to lounge across his lap. “At the very least, I didn’t spend a second use specifically looking for her body, but unless the name Cynthia gave me was wrong, nothing in the wording I used should have excluded her based off of her... status.”\n\n“So what? ...Does that mean something’s blocking the Miracle from working?”\n\n“I think so... I asked Cynthia about it, and she did say that anti-divination measures would also work on low level Miracles, so it makes sense. But... That would mean that she’s definitely in trouble—not just, like, wandered off.”\n\n“Hmm... Well, nothing you can do about it for now, Rennard. The more experienced members of the Guild would be better adept at tracking her down than you in that case.” The vixen advised with a supportive nuzzle against her younger brother’s side.\n\n“I knoooow... But... still...” He added with a renewed pout and huff. “I’m meant to be this Chosen hero, right? It's sorta lame to hand off rescuing a girl to someone else!”\n\nKimi couldn’t help but giggle, giving the younger fox a small nudge of her forepaw in answer. “Plenty of time for that, Ren, and you might still get your chance~”\n\n“Hmmph...” Rennard grunted, before deflecting the conversation. “What about you, Kimi, going to try to tag along for this Dungeon Delve despite the difficulty with the illusion?”\n\n“You would have to pry me away from you with a crowbar.” The vixen answered with a smirk. “And for once, it's not just because I don’t trust you to become some beast, tribe, or beast-tribe’s virility toy if I wasn’t there to protect you.”\n\n“I went from being higher Level than you, to falling behind by two whole Levels! Opportunities for [i]me[/i] to get Experience while you fuck your way towards the next Class bracket are few and far between!”\n\n“Heck, since we reunited, outside of hunting down food, there’s only been the wyvern and demons!” She added with an exasperated sigh. “So while the Dungeon is a good opportunity for [i]you[/i] to develop your skills, it's an even [i]better[/i] opportunity for me to gain some Experience! After all, I can’t help protect you from the more dangerous demons going forward if I don’t take the opportunity where I can get it.”\n\n“I suppose... But there’s still the question on your Mana Pool...”\n\n“That... Is going to be a struggle, yes.” The vixen agreed with a sigh. “Burning through my entire pool yesterday probably got me most of the way to the next rank of Illusion Adept, but that’s only going to help so far. But, we can make it work. We don’t need to be right next to each other to share combat Experience, or so it seems. So I’ll just act the role of a fiercely independent dog, one that roams far and out of sight of the others. While I’m not next to you, I can drop the disguise. Then whenever we need to go in somewhere together, I can resume it.”\n\n“I guess that works.” The fox boy agreed with a nod. “Worst comes to worst, unless any of White Phantom has been to your Shrine, it's not like they’d recognize you even if they did spot you.”\n\n“Which, speaking of!” Rennard’s ears perked up, and his gaze turned towards a familiar looking wolf man trotting his way over. “There’s one of them now! That one’s Flynn. He’s a Scholar!”\n\n“Which... Was kinda expecting Eleanor to be the one to take me to the blacksmiths, but I guess she was busy wrangling the other two,” he added with a contemplative rumble, moments before rolling back onto his feet and dusting off his cloak.\n\nKimi nodded, and remained silent, half-rolling off of the cub to remain sitting like an obedient hound.\n\nThe red-eyed, white-furred, albino wolf hesitated as he drew near. His eyes squinted towards Rennard’s direction, no doubt trying to decipher the blur of orange fur and green cloak for the target he was after. His nostrils flared once, then twice, before his expression twisted into one of confusion. “...Rennard? And... a feral vixen...?”\n\n“Aaaaah...” The kit glanced towards Kimi, who glanced back up towards him with a subtle frown, before looking back towards the wolf. “Yes it's me! I’m right in front of you, Flynn.”\n\n“Sorry, you’ll have to excuse me.” The older wolf in his fancy white cloak added with an apologetic chuckle. “My eyes don’t work too well, so unless you’re basically pressing your nose against mine, it's all splotches. I usually get around based on my nose, but I’m guessing your cloak is concealing it?”\n\n“That it is, sorry.” The kit added with his own apologetic smile.\n\nThe scholar shook his head in return. “Don’t worry about it. The enchantment is relatively common, but there’s few pipsqueak orange and green blurs with no scent, so I can still tell you apart well enough. Especially when we’re out of town.”\n\n“Is the beast at your feet your companion, then?” The taller wolf teen inquired with a glance towards Kimi.\n\n“Y-yes... But she’s not actually a—well... She’s currently disguised as a dog.” Rennard decided to abandon subterfuge instead of going with the truth. After all, he couldn’t exactly come up with a convincing lie for why she smelled like a vixen. “I don’t suppose you mind playing along for me? Kimi might get a bit huffy if everyone discovers she’s a fox. She’s quite proud of her disguises after all—ow!”\n\nRennard hopped onto one foot as Kimi gave his foot a playful nip from throwing her under the bus.\n\n“See!?”\n\nFlynn couldn’t help but let a fond smile play across his lips at the amusing sight. “Sure, I suppose. No skin off my nose. I’ll just call her Kimi when pointing her out to the party.”\n\n“Now, that being said... We should get going. Eleanor’s currently wrangling Kan and Taffy out of bed and getting them all ready to travel but they’ll still likely be waiting for us by the gate by the time we finish. You’ve got everything you need for travel? Food, bedroll, pillow?”\n\n“Uh...” Rennard paused, the syllable hovering on his tongue as he thought over it. “I’ve got... a pack and waterskin...”\n\nA soft sigh escaped the wolf’s lips. “Right. Well, we won’t have time to get you everything you need then. Mmm. You’re pretty small, so you can probably share a bedroll with either me or Eleanor—Goddess knows that Kan won’t let you near her or her ‘brother’ with the fuss she’s still putting on.”\n\n“Food we should be able to grab quickly enough, you only need a few days' provisions and there’s a store between the smithery I’m taking you too and the gate.”\n\n“Oh, I’ll also need to put in a Quest on behalf of the Church on our way out too, but that shouldn’t hopefully take more than a minute.”\n\nAgain, Flynn frowned, briefly rubbing his snout with a disquieted rumble, before acquiescing again with another sigh. “Yes, sure, I suppose that won’t be too bad. We definitely need to get going then, come along.”\n\n“Yes sir! Or, um, I mean, yes Flynn?” The boy answered with a chirp as he followed along the larger male’s steps. Despite the lupine’s longer legs, his gait was a fair bit slower than a normal man’s, making it easy enough for the young cub to maintain pace as they walked further into town.\n\nBut, after following in silence for a minute, he spoke up again. “So... How did you and the White Phantoms get started?”\n\n“Oh, that?” Flynn jolted slightly with the question, looking as if he had been snapped out of a subtle trance when Rennard’s voice spoke up. “Well Eleanor and I started the team. The troublesome prodigies came a bit later. It was with them that we decided to go with the name thing.”\n\n“Ooooh...” Rennard answered, nodding along, picturing what the party must have looked like with just him and the busty barbarian ermine. The kit couldn’t help but smirk, a teasing rumble in the back of his throat as he pictured the commanding, powerful woman and the meeker wolf pup. “Must have been a shame to not have her all to yourself anymore~”\n\n“Hmmph, [i]hardly[/i],” The wolf scoffed dismissively. “Eleanor is... fine. A good friend. Keeps the two kids out of trouble, looks out for us all and is a good leader. But she’s not exactly what I’m looking for in [i]that[/i] department.”\n\n“Someone daintier, then...?”\n\n“Errr, uh... No. The muscles are fine.” The albino wolf frowned, the faintest hint of a blush creeping into his cheeks. “Let's not talk about it, alright.”\n\n“Dorothy said you were recommended by Sawyer, yes?” The wolf inquired, clearly trying to deflect from the boy’s earlier inquiry. Although, curiously, bringing up the lapine warrior made the not-so-subtle flush in his ears deepen more than not—a fact that made Kimi snicker quietly in the back of her throat.\n\nThe kit nodded, before remembering the wolf’s poor sight and speaking. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”\n\n“I think the smith I’m taking you to is who Sawyer got to forge his current sword, so they should have something you could use well enough.”\n\nRenneard’s bright blue eyes lit up like sparkling gems as he skipped forward, his long, fluffy tail wagging up a storm behind him. “Ooh! So I’ll get to use a sword made by the same person as Sawyer’s!?”\n\n“Well... Not too likely.” The wolf deflated the kit’s excitement with a soft laugh. “Sure, you could spring for a [i]good[/i] sword from him, but you’d be out twenty silvers, at least—more than the share you’d make from this Dungeon Delve. Eleanor might like you, but not forking out a gold coin's worth of like.”\n\n“No, we’ll be purchasing one of the swords his apprentices have made as part of their practice. They’re not masterworks by any means, but they’re serviceable, and usually sold for about the cost of their materials. It should be all you need to handle the type of beasts we expect to face.”\n\n“Oh.” The kit’s face pouted at another small fancy dashed. Still, it made [i]logical[/i] sense, and it was an avenue that he likely would have never considered unless Flynn was there to tell him about it! “W-well, it's still a proper, [i]usable[/i] sword at last, so that’s more than fine!”\n\n“Then there’s the best part!” Flynn added with a teasing grin. “Sawyer has an account with this smith. So if we introduce you as the bunny’s apprentice, he [i]might[/i] just charge the cost to your Mentor. That way you wouldn’t have to eat into your spoils from this Dungeon~”\n\n“W-what? I can’t do that! Wouldn’t that be taking advantage!?” Rennard answered back in surprise, causing the young wolf man to answer with a dismissive wave of his hand.\n\n“Come now. Remember, Sawyer gets half of whatever you make as his Apprentice in order to cover things like this. So, its not taking advantage of the rabbit, its just doing what the bunny isn’t around to do~”\n\n“I... I guess that’s alright then...”\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIn the end, the pair [i]had [/i]managed to add the cost of the simple arming sword, as well as a cheap scabbard able to hold it, to Sawyer’s account—much to the lynx blacksmith’s amusement. With a few practice swings, Rennard found that the weight of the blade wasn’t too much different from the worn sword he had been practicing with already, which hopefully meant that it wouldn’t be too difficult to use!\n\n[i]Arming Sword (Novice) Acquired![/i][i]\n[/i][i]Scabbard Acquired![/i]\n\nThe blade hung on his hip where the blunt sword had been before—his trusty training sword now tied to the side of his pack so he could continue practicing at camp and not wear down the edge of the sword. They were in a rush, but fortunately the old lynx gave him a few quick reminders on proper sword maintenance to fill in the blanks that Sawyer didn’t have the time to teach him before they were separated. Mostly reminders on what [i]not[/i] to use the sword on, and a reminder to bring it back to the blacksmiths on the regular to be sharpened and maintained \n\nHe [i]did[/i] inquire on getting tools to sharpen it himself, just in case he was ever away from town for a while, but that only drew an ire-fueled glance from the cat, and a snort that more likely than not, trying to sharpen a blade himself would do little more than blunt it faster.\n\nOh well. In the end, he [i]finally[/i] had a useful sword! It was only by the forbearance of Sawyer and Roman’s brief training, and of course the weight of Kimi’s stare, that kept him from swinging it around in excitement.\n\nThey had quickly popped into the other store, leaving the cub a few coppers poorer as he bought more rations, then swung by the Guild—where Rennard passed on the Quest being offered by the Church to discover the missing girl, including details that basic scrying miracles had already failed to locate her. Fortunately, Dorothy didn’t question the added detail—after all, it wouldn’t be amiss for Cynthia to also have a basic miracle in her arsenal as a Priestess.\n\nAll the while, though, Flynn seemed to be growing more distant. He was friendly, forthright, and chatty at first, but the longer their shop run took, the more he seemed to zone out. In fact, Rennard even swore he occasionally saw the older male’s hands move suspiciously beneath his cloak, but the kit didn’t think much of it. No doubt he was just fidgeting, perhaps growing impatient with how long the early morning chores were taking and delaying their trip towards the Dungeon. At worst, he might just need a top up of Heat Relief potions, but fortunately he had some spares on hand with him.\n\nBut, at last they met up with the rest of White Phantom. The sun was still rising in the sky with quite a few hours before noon, plenty of time to get started on their journey. The large, towering Eleanor flashed a smile towards the pair as they finally showed, her large, powerful hands sweeping down to smack against both lithe figure’s backs to make them wheeze in tandem. Taffy’s purple-pink eyes, meanwhile, sparkled with excitement at seeing the younger fox kit again, whilst Kan gave a huffing pout to the boy that had proved his mettle against her the day before—even if she did frequently glance back his way in curiosity.\n\n“Are we all set to go Flynn?” The ermine inquired, giving one final glance over the novice Adventurer standing in front of her, as well as a side eye towards the strange canine companion trotting dutifully nearby.\n\n“Yes, yes we are.” The wolf coughed, slightly more bashful than before.\n\n“You look flushed. The new kid didn’t tucker you out in just a few minutes already, did he~?” The ermine teased in reply with an amused smirk towards the teen-wolf’s flushed expression, picking up the man’s pack she had carried to the gate with her and handing it to the man to carry while they walked.\n\n“I wasn’t going too fast! If anything, Flynn was going slow to let me keep up!” Rennard chimed in, quick to defend the party member that had taken the time to help him get prepared—inadvertently making things worse as Eleanor burst out in a deep, jovial laugh, the two kids snickering from behind her, whilst even Kimi struggled to not let her giggle escape.\n\nAnd all while Flynn’s flush just burned [i]hotter[/i].\n\n“No. Nothing like that!” He shook his head fiercely, before muttering beneath his breath. “I just took a heat relief potion this morning. There’s no way it should be this ineffective already... Maybe I really did cook up a bad batch.”\n\n“Anyway, kiddo, little wolf tuckerer, feisty fox with a sword.” The ermine glanced back towards him with a playful, albeit still fear-inducingly toothy, smile. “You and your canine companion obviously must have fought some things to get to Level 13. Mind filling us in to what you’ve taken out?”\n\n“Oh, yeah! Uh...” Rennard nods, thinking over the question with a thought. “Slimes, obviously... I have some Slimebane oil still left over in case we find any, but I can also just Fox Fire my blade now. Uh... I dealt with some wolves... Oh, I helped Sawyer drive away the Wyvern for his quest!”\n\nThe mention of slimes made both Kan and Taffy flush something fierce, whilst even Flynn coughed uncomfortably.\n\n“[i]And[/i] I managed to best a Lesser Barghest mostly by myself!” He added with a proud flourish, puffing out his chest in thought.\n\n“Oh ho? Took down a lesser demon did ya?” The ermine laughed again and gave him another, HP-chipping slap against the shoulder. “Then the things we find on the road shouldn’t be too much trouble for you. Hmm. We may end up camping by the Dungeon and delve in the morning, however, ensuring we’re well rested rather than go in half-tuckered out. Does mean it might be three days until we get back though if we take too long in the tower, but it pays to be cautious.”\n\n“Remember this lesson, little kit. The first and most important lesson of being an Adventurer, let alone a Dungeon; Always be prepared. If you’re not prepared for an encounter, flee. Proper planning can make the seemingly impossible challenge a cake walk, whilst charging in half-cocked can make even a walk-in-the-park a deadly disaster. Got it?”\n\n“Ah! Yes, miss Eleanor.” The boy nodded fiercely, his blue eyes twinkling with boyish wonder as she imparted her lesson. “Wait, things we might encounter on the road?”\n\nThe ermine nods solemnly. “Yes. The roads are [i]usually[/i] safe. But, that being said, that’s not always the case. Monsters and beasts wander in search of mates they’ll never find, for example. Fortunately, we’re far from the front lines against the Demons, so encountering them out here is rare—I’m honestly surprised you’ve encountered one already. But, because we are on the periphery of the Kingdom, those that have become desperate and turned to banditry usually skulk about.”\n\n“We’re a small group, and only Flynn and I are visibly adults, and between me and him, I’m the only one that looks like I can tussle in a fight,” she continued with a laugh that made the wolf teen frown subtly. “They may decide to take the risk of taking me on to grab the four of ya as slaves, especially you three younguns that they think they can sell to some nobles. Larger, or more visibly armed and mature parties, they tend to pass over, but we’re basically walking bait.”\n\nRennard nods, recalling the tidbit Usol told him about cubnappers. Hopefully that wasn’t the fate that had befallen the missing girl from the orphanage...\n\n“I—I think I can handle all those at least, yeah.” He finally answers with a smile, although he hoped it wasn’t people or beasties, he’d feel guilty about putting a sharp sword to use against them!\n\nBut, at the same time, Kimi did need Experience too...\n\n“Then... Can you tell me about the Dungeon we’re going to? You said it was a tower?”\n\nThe ermine nodded, before jerking her head off towards the road. “That I did, here, I’ll tell you about it as we get walking. Kan’s up front to put her keen ears and eyes to work, then I’m behind her. Flynn and Taffy are in the center, and you’ll be backing up the rear kid. Don’t worry, I got lungs to talk loud enough for you to hear.”\n\nRennard nodded and followed along as the party got going, falling into position just a few steps behind the two older boys. Curiously, Flynn and Taffy seemed to be almost competing for who could trudge the slowest—the arctic kit because he frequently glanced back to stare with excitement towards the other boy, Flynn because he seemed to keep zoning out and get lost within his own thoughts. Both got scolded by Eleanor on the occasion as Carran slowly disappeared from sight beneath them, while Kan tried to keep her annoyed huffs from growing [i]too[/i] noticeable.\n\n“Now, where we're going... It's a former Archmage’s tower. A recent one, as well. Shortly after the Great Emasculation they apparently founded it to study the disaster and try to find a cure, or at least discover its cause.” Eleanor explained, her near-black navy eyes making sure to glance towards the horizon on the occasion, mindful of danger, even if she remained mostly at ease.\n\n“But, after their research proved futile, and their leads dried up, they ultimately abandoned the tower. They took anything [i]really[/i] dangerous with them, and anything that was potentially valuable has been stripped by previous parties since then, but the tower remains. Because it can naturally channel wild mana into it from its design, it frequently attracts monsters or ambitious spellcasters that want to cause trouble. It [i]could[/i] have been just destroyed, but those same properties also make it a wonderful training ground for Carran’s rookie adventurers like us.”\n\n“Shortly after it was abandoned, there was a [i]waiting list[/i] for people wanting to take advantage of it, people needing to wait between clearings to let the magic regather and the beasties with it. But, nowadays, the amount of new Rookies is low enough that the Guild itself has to post quests to clear it out.”\n\nFlynn, abandoning the competition with Taffy to stick close to the fox boy for the moment, nodded from just behind the ermine. “Its possible that in a few more years the Guild will have no choice but to destroy the dungeon. Especially if we, the White Phantoms, leave for more dangerous locales to practice our trade. There’s a few prospective Adventurers that are still in training that could keep it going, true, but if they don’t form a balanced party capable of handling the diverse threats... It’ll eventually be at risk of being abandoned and developed into a Monster Den.”\n\nEleanor grunted in agreement. “If a Monster Den takes root just a day’s travel from Carran, already struggling to keep going this far from the capital, it might just be the final nail in the coffin. The town would have to be abandoned, farms left fallow without Priestesses to try and invoke the Goddess benediction on the wheat flower to grow into seeds. Just another footnote in the annals of history.”\n\nRennard couldn’t help but cough awkwardly as the somber image was painted by the barbarian’s words, whilst the rest of the party likewise fell silent for a moment for a different reason.\n\nA minute later, the boy finally found his voice again, coughing slightly as he spoke up. “So I take it you four have already been there before?”\n\n“Me and Taffy conquered it once before!” Kan answered first, with a proud puff of her cheeks.  “We found a Lesser [i]Gargoyle[/i] at its lowest floor!”\n\n“Don’t look so proud about that, you could barely do anything against it with your daggers~” Eleanor chastised with a playful chuckle, making the little kitten thief deflate and shoot her leader a simmering, playful glare.\n\n“I’ve been in it twice. Eleanor, three times.” Flynn continued, rubbing his snout in thought as he did so. “Each time the encounters have been different depending on what gets lured in. Hell, the layout was also different. The archmage likely instilled the tower with some living properties to help with his experiments. The rooms will move about, perhaps to better channel the local mana, or perhaps it responds to those that enter it. Only the mage who made it knows, and he has better things to do now than answer technicalities about some abandoned research lab.”\n\n“Wait, you said the lowest level?” Rennard piped up, glancing towards Kan’s recount of her conquest. “Shouldn’t the final fight be on the highest floor?”\n\n“It's an inverted tower, dummy~” The white-furred kitten puffed out her chest with a playful giggle. “Gosh, don’t you know anything~?”\n\nRennard’s ears burned red, whilst Flynn chuckled and provided a more useful answer.\n\n“Mage towers can be inverted, as in, digging into the ground, or standing. It ultimately depends upon the requirements. If it's meant to channel outwards, say as the focal point of a ritual or ward, then it's standing. But, since this one was to draw in natural mana to power experiments, it was inverted, sinking into the earth to better draw upon the confluence of leylines in the ground.”\n\n“They can also be easier to construct with magic, too.” The scholarly wolf further explained. “For example, depending upon your skills and spells, you can transmute the very soil and rock into the construction materials.”\n\nThe kit nodded solemnly, drinking down all the information being passed with a wagging tail. His eyes were already imagining the power the archmage who constructed it must have possessed! The majesty of it all. A solitary, grumpy wizard on a mission to save the world conjuring forth a tower in the middle of nowhere and studying arcane lore that he could only [i]imagine![/i]\n\nThe conversation wandered from there as the hours passed and the road grew increasingly wild. By the time that they had passed the ploughed farmland to the abandoned fields, the path they had taken had already started to show wild growth in the middle of it. But, by the time Carran became a distant sight hidden behind trees and the horizon, it was all but gone—barely perceptible by the feeling of packed earth beneath his feet through the long grasses being trampled beneath the party of five—six, including Kimi.\n\nDuring that time, Rennard had been subtly trying to direct Flynn and his seeming encyclopedic knowledge towards filling in his rather lacking knowledge about the world. Surprisingly, he didn’t have to explain his reasons for asking much—a mumbled, poorly delivered white lie about being a country kit who didn’t know much about the world somehow seemed to work, despite his eloquence, etiquette, and robust (for a youth) build convincing everyone else he had met that he was a young lordling.\n\nIn particular, he had asked why the four hadn’t invited him to a Party (they had that, right? They [i]must[/i] if he had a Harem system!). [i]That[/i] got Kan to snap back with a pout that they wouldn’t just let [i]anyone[/i] join their Party, and Flynn to explain that, contrary to Rennard’s expectations, Parties were a forged covenant that were not lightly entered between individuals. On top of the cost involved to forge the pact, it also exposed everyone’s Stats to each other—useful to know the status of peers while fighting, but risky in the fact that now everyone knew [i]exactly[/i] what you could do.\n\nA problem, the wolf teen explained with a knowing glance towards the kit, for people that were trying to keep some of their Stats a secret.\n\nHe did, however, say that Experience was still dolled out so long as they participated in the same combat in close proximity to each other—a party would just expand that range to a more considerable radius.\n\nRennard could only offer a meek, apologetic smile in reply. But, at least the answer explained to him why Sawyer never added him to a Party during their time together.\n\nHe was just about to ask his next question (about the Kingdom they were in), only needing to try and figure out the least suspicious way to inquire, when Kimi’s voice—projected by her illusory abilities—whispered against his ear.\n\n“Movement ahead. Two... things. They smell like rot.”\n\nRennard froze in place, his hand falling upon the pommel of his sword. But, just as his lips were about to open, the kitten’s voice called out.\n\n“Monsters ahead! Looks like... Two spiders?”\n\nSpiders that smelled of rot? Rennard’s brows knitted and his lips twisted trying to make sense of what it could be—before his tail gave a rather frightened shiver.\n\nWait, were these [i]giant[/i] spiders!? He didn’t have to breed a giant spider as well, right? Don’t they eat their mates afterwards!?\n\n“Tch. Already? We’re still an hour away from the Dungeon.” Eleanor grunted, unsheathing her axe and cleaving a large section of waist-high foliage in front of her.\n\n“I see the buggers... Tch. Hey kit, how well do you think you can hold off a Dire Spider on your own?”\n\nRennard rolled onto his feet to try and see the threat ahead of them from the back, struggling to see the giant arachnids through the grass, instead having to track them from by the motion of the field shifting around their long, limber motions...\n\nBefore he finally saw it. A brief glance, peeking through a patch of dirt before shambling into another Pale brown chitin, terrifying legs a meter long, a set of eight, giant, yellowy eyes that seemed to be looking everywhere at once.\n\n[i]Spirit Test: Failed![/i]\n\n“Holy shit!” Rennard yelped, fumbling with his sword as he pulled it out, his heart [i]pumping[/i].\n\nIt might not be as strong as a Lesser Barghest, but at least [i]those[/i] looked like they were just large, monstrous dogs! That [i]thing[/i], for the second he saw it, was something right out of a horror movie he and his friends would have to sneak past their parents to watch!\n\n“Bwahahaaa. Adorable! The kit really is just a kit at heart!” The busty, muscled ermine cackled with a grin. “Kan, you’re with me. Taffy, you’re on support. I want you to freeze the ground beneath the spiders when Rennard or I lock one down—see if you can’t freeze their legs in place while you’re at it. Flynn, keep on back and support the little swordsman would ya?”\n\n“And Rennard, steady your legs will ya! You look like you’re about to pass out~ It's just a Dire Spider. The Lesser Barghest you took out was far more imposing than this. Don’t worry, if you get bitten Flynn can patch you up and take care of any poison before your heart stops~” Eleanor finalized her instructions, peeling off to engage the spider on the left whilst Kan slipped quietly into the grasses next to her.\n\n“Wait, it can stop my heart!?” He yelped as he struggled, before finally managing, to pry his new sword free from its scabbard with how hard his hand was trembling.\n\nHe swore he heard his sister’s barely concealed laugh from the distance as he adopted a defensive posture against the other spider, still shambling towards him. The older arctic kit stepped backwards, adopting a supportive posture a few meters to his side and back, whilst Flynn hovered closer—at least close enough for him to advise with a firm murmur.\n\n“You probably don’t want to use Fox Fire. There’s a good chance that the grasses could catch and make everything a lot worse.”\n\n“Oh gee, this just gets better and better.” He whined, glancing towards the vague area he believed Kimi was lurking. No Fox Fire also meant little, if any, support from his sister, not unless she wanted to discover if giant spider legs tasted like crab.\n\n“Heads up brush-tail!” Eleanor shouted as she swung down, and the non-engaged spider [i]lurched[/i] forward towards him.\n\n“Yip!” Rennard jumped backwards, barely managing to avoid a spine-shivering [i]snap[/i] of arachnid fangs bursting forth from the wall of grass in front of him.\n\nIt’s no big deal! It's just a giant, eight-legged [i]freak[/i] of nature! He could do this!\n\nHe just had to remember what he practices with the wolves and the wargs. His sword gave him the advantage of reach, and for once, it wasn’t blunt!\n\n[i]5 Damage Inflicted with Arming Sword (Novice)![/i]\n\nThat... Was less Damage than he was hoping to see.\n\nThe spider lurched forward again. Fortunately, its movements were slow, almost lethargic, quite unlike the speedy little eight-legged devils he was used to in games and movies. It gave him enough time to block with his sword, but even that was a struggle, the strength behind the blow easily knocking him off of his footing and leaving him awkwardly backpeddling for distance.\n\nHis nose, meanwhile, twitched, picking up the distinct scent of death and rot that Kimi had warned him about. It was weird, not quite like the off meat his family would have to throw out, but similar enough to remind him of those memories...\n\n“Tch. There’s something weird about these Spiders!” Kan’s voice called out from the other side of the spider she and Eleanor were fighting. “My dagger isn’t doing as much damage as it should, and the spider just broke off a frozen leg without even flinching!”\n\n“The hell?” Eleanor called out, intercepting another attempt to bite her with a battering swing of her axe.\n\nRennard was just about to call back out with what he could smell, but was interrupted as the spider gave another surprising lunge forward—seeking to capitalize upon his poor footing before he could regain it!\n\nHe had no choice but to fall back, but a quick, nimble roll with his newly acquired Contortionist skill allowed him to awkwardly scramble back onto his hindpaws a few feet away from its mandibles without accidentally stabbing himself with his sword.\n\nOdd. Didn’t Giant Spiders usually have venom dripping like saliva from their mandibles...?\n\nThen there were the slow, lurching movements quite unlike how he expected a giant spider to move, the scent of rotting meat, the sickly colors...\n\nHis gamer fox brain stumbled upon an idea, causing his fuzzy brown ears to flick upwards.\n\n“They’re Undead!” He shouted, intercepting another biting pass from the spider by cleaving his sword down upon its snapping forward head with both hands!\n\n[i]7 Damage Inflicted with Arming Sword (Novice)![/i]\n\n“Tch. Undead dire spiders? Don’t tell me we have a Necromancer setting up shop in the Tower? Great, ain’t that just peachy. Good thing there’s no graves nearby for them to ransack.” Eleanor growled, delivering another cleaving blow from her axe which sent her spider reeling backwards a good meter.\n\n“Pity you ain’t a Priestess Flynn, some righteous divine smiting would do us well right now~”\n\n“If I was a Priestess, do you think I’d condone running around doing god knows what with a crazy woman like you?” The wolf barked back with a laugh while struggling to keep abreast of the battle that was nothing but a blurred mess to him—his fingers fumbling through one of his heavy tomes for a specific incantation that would help.\n\nRighteous Divine Smiting...?\n\nThat [i]did[/i] give Rennard an idea as he squared off with the spider in front of him. He spared a quick glance towards Flynn and Taffy nearby—the former was blind enough that he didn’t consider it a huge risk, while Taffy seemed to be obviously focusing upon the fight with his typical teammates, although he still spared a glance Rennard’s way to make sure he wasn’t needing immediate assistance.\n\nIt [i]was[/i] a bit of a risk to his secret to use it, but... He was [i]really[/i] eager to give it a shot, too. Besides, if they [i]were[/i] going to be fighting a Necromancer in the Dungeon as a final boss, it paid to know how it worked~\n\nWith a grin, he jumped backwards again, luring the dumb zombie spider further away from the other two guys as he did so.\n\nBefore, with sufficient distance to do what he wished, he brought his sword up and ran his fingers along the surface—channeling the Divinity within his body into the metal as he did so.\n\nNo time to remember the prayer for it right now!\n\n[i]Sacred Sword Used! No Uses Remaining![/i]\n\nSure enough, he felt the blade begin to hum with the same sense of divine magic as he had come to know. A faint, almost imperceptible halo spread along its length, distorting the light that passed through it ever so faintly. Hopefully the others wouldn’t notice.\n\n“Alright, you’re going down!” Rennard grinned, finding his resolve seemingly flowing back into him from the blade in his hand. Waiting for the zombie spider to strike, he met its overture with another countering slash of his own!\n\n[i]9 (+2!) Damage Inflicted with Arming Sword (Novice [Sacred])![/i]\n\nWell... It wasn’t [i]much[/i] better than his Fox Fire, but what could he expect with his mediocre Spirit?\n\nAlthough it apparently stung the spider like a [i]bitch[/i]. Despite its undead state, it lurched backwards, a monstrous, spine-tingling clatter of snapping mandibles rolling forth like a screech, whilst the area he struck [i]bubbled[/i] like the rotten flesh beneath had been brought to a boil!\n\nNot bad! It was also better than the nothing else he had currently.\n\nHe and the spider engaged in a back and forth squabble, the tender ten-year-old kit keeping on the defensive—taking advantage of his sword and the Ring of Force Shield upon his left hand to keep the monstrous spider from getting its mandibles upon him. It did almost look like it was about to catch the novice kit by surprise, but Kimi took that time to announce herself with a surprise bite to its hind leg, interrupting its attack long enough for him to duck out of the way—before his feral sister ducked back away to avoid drawing the spider’s attention.\n\nFortunately, he didn’t need to hold it back for long. Not even a minute after Eleanor and Kan had split up to handle the other spider, the ermine’s boisterous voice called forth from behind the sole remaining threat. “Heads up brush-tail!”\n\nHer words called out moments before the ermine appeared through the grass, her giant, lumbering form rolling with a spin that brought her axe high into the air, before [i]cleaving[/i] the vile, undead spider in half with an ichor-splattering [i]slam[/i] of the weapon!\n\nFortunately, the strands of unholy spider guts flinging his way were stopped by the ring’s force shield, allowing Rennard to breathe a sigh of relief of not needing to clean his cloak from [i]that[/i] mess.\n\nNot that it seemed to make Eleanor mind, much. The scantily clad barbarian ermine grinning from ear to ear despite the mess clinging to her muscled frame.\n\n“Not bad, boy! Not only did you recognize that these particular scuttling beasties were Undead, but you also managed to not get bitten,” she congratulated with a smirk, before glancing back to Kan trotting up behind her.\n\n“See? He’s a young little hero in the making~ Perfect to sweep little girls like you off your feet!” She jeered towards the kitten.\n\n“Nuhuh. I only need Taffy.” She huffed, puffing out her cheeks and purposefully glancing away from the younger adventurer boy.\n\n“Pffft. That ice mage looks more like a vixen than he does a tod~ Why don’t you [i]both[/i] become his wives instead? I’m certain the little guy’s vigorous enough to keep you both satisfied!” She shot back, her toothy smirk widening whilst her boisterous laugh filled the fields.\n\n“Wha—!?” It was Rennard’s turn to blush, his cheeks and ears burning a vivid crimson, even as the idea brought his libido-dulled sheath to twitch beneath his enchanted cloak.\n\n“Ellie!” Kan joined the kit in protesting with a screech, her own white furred face burning with a vivid blush as she did so.\n\nTaffy, meanwhile, joined them both in blushing, albeit he kept his maw shut tight—choosing to instead hide his embarrassment by pulling the hood of his mage cloak down and putting his staff between himself and the rest of the party.\n\n“Bwahahaaa, look at the three of you. Adorable~ All I’m saying is, Kan, Taffy, you better jump on him quickly—or else someone else is going to come along and snatch him up first~”\n\nFrom a short distance away, Rennard could hear the defiant, huffing swish of Kimi’s tail at the topic.\n\n“Enough jokes Eleanor. Here, let me see that bite of yours. Just because they were Undead doesn’t mean they might not have had any venom.” Flynn interrupted the teasing taunts to shuffle over towards the barbarian.\n\nSure enough, now that he was looking for it, Rennard could spot a mild injury upon her side, leaving only a faint streak of crimson to mar her beautiful white fur.\n\n“Tch. Fine, fine Flynn. Just know that just because you act like my wife doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.” She acquiesced, but threw in a tease towards the half-blind albino wolf as she did so.\n\nHe answered in stride, lips stretching into a fond smile. “That’s quite alright. Despite your muscles, you’re still not quite my type.”\n\n“Now, [i]Rennard, however[/i]... He could grow up to be someone I could marry~” The lupine smirked, far too far away from the fox kit to see his reaction as anything more than an orange splotch turning a darker shade of red.\n\n“Hear that Kan, Taffy? Flynn’s gonna steal your man if you don’t act fast—Ack! Careful Flynn, are you trying to do [i]more[/i] damage with those hands of yours!?”\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIn the end, because of the spiders along the road slowing them down, and the unique threat that a Necromancer might cause, Eleanor had decided to opt for a three day expedition. They would camp at the Tower for the first day, rest while being on alert for potential ambushes, take their time conquering it on day two, sleep again, then return to Carran on the third.\n\nWhich gave them plenty of time to dispose of the two raised spider corpses. Eleanor cut down a good chunk of the grass as best she could, followed by Taffy raising a ring of ice around the bonfire position to contain it. Then, the spiders remains were thrown into the middle and Rennard’s Fox Fire set them and the cut grass ablaze—ensuring that there would be nothing to reanimate even if the Necromancer responsible for these two abominations could [i]recycle[/i] them.\n\nFlynn, meanwhile, drilled the less experienced members of the party—Rennard, Kan, and Taffy—on the particulars of Undead.\n\n“Critical Attacks are going to be less effective, if not outright impossible, on them,” he started, turning towards Kan who was pouting up a storm at the advice. “When you’re a higher Level and take the Rogue or other Classes, Kan, you can pick up Benefits to help you overcome that weakness, or particularly enchanted weapons that allow you to deliver them, but for now, your offensive power is going to be weaker.”\n\n“Some, but not all, Undead can also be quite resistant to Cold magic too, so be mindful of that, Taffy.” He continued, causing the arctic kit standing next to his peer to pout as well.\n\n“But I wanted to show off for Ren—” He muttered, before his mumbling words were cut off by Kan giving him a less than playful kick to the back of a leg.\n\n“Fortunately, physical attacks like Eleanor’s axe and Rennard’s sword can be [i]decently[/i] effective against most types of Undead. Some, like skeletons, are more resistant and require smashing force to take down, but the blows from Eleanor should manage it just fine.” He advised, giving a nod towards Rennard who nodded back in turn.\n\n“Magic wise, the two most effective tend to be fire—which fortunately Rennard possesses from Fox Magic—and holy magic. Unfortunately as a Scholar, I don’t have a divine connection to use such magics.” Flynn continued with a soft chuckle.\n\nAlthough, for whatever reason, Rennard [i]swore[/i] the half-blind wolf was glancing towards him as he talked about the magic, causing Rennard’s tail to twitch with fear that he might have been exposed after all.\n\n“So in short, while we [i]have [/i]enough tools to take a crack at dragging the Necromancer out from that Tower, we’re not exactly the [i]best[/i] party for the job.” Eleanor took over the conversation with a grunt after being satisfied that their impromptu bonfire had burned out enough to not spread stray embers to the rest of the overgrown fields.\n\n“That’s why we’re going to take it slow and careful.” She continued with a nod, and a firm glare towards the three children in her care to make certain they understood. “If we encounter a surprise we can’t handle, we’ll call it quits, back off, and report the infestation to the Guild for them to handle. Sawyer and a few other heavy hitters will be around within a week, which is plenty of time to handle it in our stead, and we’ll still get a small commission for reporting it.”\n\n“Do I make myself clear?”\n\n“Yes, Ellie...” All three of them answered in uniform.\n\n“Good.” She gave one last, solemn nod, before her toothy smirk stretched once more across her features. “That being said, dragging a Necromancer back to Carran would be one hell of a bonus to our Quest’s pay~”\n\nIt was Rennard’s turn to raise his hand, causing Eleanor to glance at him—as well as Flynn, albeit a few seconds later.\n\n“Is being a Necromancer illegal?”\n\n“For the most part.” Flynn answered with a small nod. “While it's mostly their actions, grave robbing for example, that gets punished, Necromancy itself is a magical art that originates from Demons. While some of the knowledge has escaped into the world outside of demonic control, most are those that either made a deal with demons or have a pact with demons.”\n\n“That and it's gross and unseemly.” Kan poked out her tongue. “Those spiders smelled [i]awful.[/i]”\n\n“Tell me about it...” Flynn and Rennard replied almost simultaneously, rubbing their poor, offended noses at the same time.\n\n“Enough. Let's get going... We’ve got another hour to walk, then we'll camp just in sight of the Tower’s entrance.” Eleanor brought the discussion to an end and nodded the group to return to their marching formation.\n\n“Which, speaking of... We should probably assign watches just so the Necromancer doesn’t get the drop on us in our sleep.” The ermine added with a contemplative rumble. “Mmmm... I’d normally want us to have three shifts and two people each on the watch, but...”\n\n“Taffy and I can take a shift.” Kan interjected with a smile. “We’ve done it before, and my eyes and ears are sharp~”\n\n“That’s not the problem.” The ermine replied simply, but with a supportive smile at her eagerness.\n\nRennard rose his hand briefly to offer to take a shift, he and Kimi [i]were[/i] two people technically, but he reconsidered it—its not like they could entirely trust him with their safety after all.\n\n“I’ll take the second shift with Rennard.” Flynn spoke in his stead, causing Rennard’s ears and tail to flick with surprise, but also a hint of pride that the wolf apparently trusted him enough to keep watch. “You can probably handle the last watch all by yourself after all, Eleanor.”\n\n“Eh? Yeah, I can, but...” She interjected, giving a glance towards Rennard with a hum. “Your nose and ears are probably good enough, but we don’t know how good the boys' eyes and ears are.”\n\n“You’re forgetting he has that ‘dog’ with him that can help keep watch with us. Surely you trust a trained hound’s senses, yes?” The albino wolf answered with a chuckle. “Besides, you’re trusting him to keep me and Taffy safe while in the dungeon, and he could use some experience keeping watch to grow as an adventurer.”\n\n“I—hmmm. I guess you’re right. Still, I think I’d rather break up the rotations. Maybe the two kits can—”\n\n“Nope!” Kan interjected, gripping the arctic fox boy close, and shooting a jealous glare towards Rennard while she did so. “I’m on shift with Taffy.”\n\nFlynn chuckled. “Enough teasing Eleanor. You know those ‘siblings’ almost always work together.”\n\n“Fine, fine~” She acquiesced with a sigh.\n\n...\n\nThe next hour passed quickly enough. Much to Rennard’s relief as the hours of walking were starting to catch up to him. He could manage a decent trek now, but a long march on his young legs was still a taxing ordeal.\n\nFortunately, he wasn’t the only one this time—as both Kan and Taffy both flopped onto the area they had settled upon for their camp, looking even wearier than he was!\n\nIt made his tail swish with pride, remembering how much he struggled with a simple task like walking when he first arrived here. Now, he was out doing other adventurers!\n\nChildren like him, but still!\n\nOff in the distance the first floor of the tower stood. It was obviously a strange building, set a short distance away from the abandoned road. A squat, stone building with five walls, larger than any he had seen in Carran, roughly the size of a strip mall if he had to guess. Plenty of space inside to ensure all sorts of nasty creatures were waiting for them, and that was only the first floor.\n\n“Fifteen minutes.” Eleanor grunted towards the exhausted kitten thief and kit mage. “Then you’re setting up your tents and bedroll. I want them up before we settle in for our watches.”\n\nThe two youths groaned in answer together.\n\nFlynn, meanwhile, unfastened his pack and settled it upon the ground, before glancing towards the visage he imagined was Rennard. “Hey Ren, do you have much experience with pitching a tent~?”\n\n“Ah...” The kit’s ears burned a faint red, before he shook his head slightly to clear his mind or the more sordid connotations of the otherwise innocent expression. “A little. Dad took me camping a few times before...”\n\n“Better than nothing.” The wolf answered with a smile, interrupting the kit’s explanation as he trailed off. “Come here and help me would you? It’ll be for your own good, since you’ll be sharing my bedroll.”\n\n“Ah, wait... Shouldn’t I use Kan or Taffy’s since they’ll be awake while I’m sleeping...?” Rennard replied, his blush deepening.\n\n“Mmm. Only for the first two shifts. Their bedroll won’t have enough space to fit you as well since they’re a smaller size for the last. Unless you want to get kicked out and sleep on the ground.” The wolf answered with a chuckle.\n\n“Like I said this morning, you have two choices. Sleeping with me, or sleeping with Eleanor.”\n\n“But, if you prefer her... I won’t stop you.” The older wolf teen answered with an almost cheeky smile. “She’s been in need of good company, and if you ask me, all the teases of you marrying the twins is projection for her own thoughts.”\n\n“Although... You might struggle to walk straight tomorrow. But I’m sure I could patch your pelvis back together. Mostly.” The wolf twink finished his tease with a soft cackle.\n\n“I heard that you bat-eyed brat.” Eleanor scoffed from the other side of camp, keeping an eye on everyone while the two exhausted youths rested and they began to set up their tent.\n\nRennard couldn’t help but shudder, remembering the firm, vigorous riding that Roman or the wyvern had given him, but picturing Eleanor in their place... Even more pent up and lacking in control.\n\n[i]Especially[/i] if she discovered his secret...\n\n“Alright, I get it, I get it... Your tent and bedroll it is.” He agreed with a huff.\n\n“Good boy.” Flynn chuckled as he grabbed out the different parts they’d need from his bag.\n\nIt turned out the tent that Flynn possessed was quite different from the ones he was used to handling back in his own world, and his inexperienced, and small size, showed. More than once he ended up failing to put up the tent, leading to him falling into the canvas tarps or being bound in the twine—causing the wolf to chuckle in reply.\n\nBut, in the end, the pair eventually managed it... Barely beating to put the final piton in place for the small, claustrophobic ridge tent before Kan and Taffy did despite their head start—much to Kan’s disappointment who had turned Rennard’s struggling start as an opportunity to race.\n\nAfterwards, a fire was started in the center between their tents, the parties' rations of bread, dried meat, and cheese heated to make it slightly more bearable as they settled in.\n\nKimi even approached, burning through a small amount of her Mana to maintain her dog illusion so she could nestle in against his side, her amber eyes watching him converse with the other Adventurers with a hint of happiness and longing.\n\nRennard kept one hand against the back of her head at almost all times, rubbing and scratching along his sister’s scalp, even as he talked, listening to the White Phantoms recalling their previous expedition into the Dungeon. Things that they learned, expected traps that the kit should look out for.\n\nHe shared some of his own encounters in turn... partially. The talk about traps drew quite the boisterous laugh when he explained how his first kobold encounter ended with him hanging by his ankle from a noose trap. He just left out how that ended with an entire kobold community carrying his children...\n\nBut, in the end, as the sun began to settle towards the edge of the nearby forest’s canopy, Eleanor rumbled firmly.\n\n“It's time for the first watch. You two,” she points to Kan and Taffy. “Change of plans, you’re taking the last shift. Get some sleep after that walk, Flynn or Rennard will wake you when its your turn.”\n\n“Alright.” Kan nor Taffy argued, yawning as their youth swiftly caught up with them.\n\nTaffy bid his goodnight to Rennard with a bashful bow, whilst Kan’s was more fleeting, a hint of her typical huffiness, and something else the young fox was still a bit too inexperienced with girls—especially those near his own age—to catch.\n\n“Middle watch is going to be the roughest, so try to get some good sleep would you Ren?” Eleanor then turned to him, flashing him a fond smile.\n\n“That means don’t keep him awake [i]all[/i] shift, Flynn.” She added with a jeer towards the older wolf.\n\n“Just because [i]you[/i] had plans, doesn’t mean I’m quite so... lasvicious.” The wolf answered with a teasing snicker back.\n\nRennard, meanwhile, sat there, blushing slightly as he swore that he was being treated like some product or service—being playfully fought over by words and teasing smirks by the two friends.\n\nEither way, it ended with the larger albino wolf’s arm wrapping around the cloaked boy’s back, his hand resting just above the cub fox’s hips in a way that made his tail bristle with excitement and concern. “Let's go, Ren. It's time for us [i]men[/i] to sleep out beneath the open stars in each other’s arms, like warriors of old!”\n\n“Men? But I’m only ten—” He squawked in reaction, only to get playfully tossed into the small tent by Flynn.\n\nHe, fortunately, could remain standing within the simple compartment, but Flynn couldn’t—the older, taller, and lankier wolf needed to duck down or, more likely, settle onto his knees to fit into the small tent after the lad.\n\n“Finally.” Flynn breathed, his nostrils flaring in the confined space as he closed the tent behind Kimi—being polite enough to let the ‘dog’ trot in after her ‘owner’ before tying the strap closed.\n\nThe feral fox quickly thereafter dropped her disguise before flopping in a corner just off center from the sprawled out bedroll—her brown eyes watching the other two ‘men’ with an amused glint that made Rennard feel like he was being set up... Again.\n\n“Finally... What?” The boy inquired, shifting to one end of the tent to give the older wolf as much space as he could, whilst at the same time flashing a wary gaze towards the single bedroll between them.\n\nHe knew the limits of Chloe’s libido potion... He’d have to make sure to keep his cloak on, and to keep turned away from the older lad throughout the entire night if he wanted to keep his secret from being discovered.\n\nHeck, maybe he should take another dose despite the fact the last still had a good twelve hours left...\n\nThe wolf, meanwhile, answered his question with a knowing grin. Before, much to Rennard’s surprise, he began to remove his clothes right in front of the cub!\n\nThe kit’s blue eyes went wide with surprise, his white-furred cheeks and inner ears once again prickling with warmth, before he glanced away, trying to offer some privacy to the other male as more of his pure, snowy-white pelt was exposed...\n\nAnd with it, thickened the confined air of the closed tent with his heat-strickened scent that had previously been trapped beneath his scholarly robes, making the boy’s tail wag with growing, instinct-fueled anticipation.\n\nThe older wolf laughed quietly, his vivid red eyes staring towards the younger fox with a hint of the desire he had kept hidden until now. “I [i]may[/i] have lied a bit with my last statement to Eleanor...”\n\nHis words graced Rennard’s ears right before his hands turned towards his own pants and boldly stripped them from his hips, dragging them down to his knees... and in so doing, exposed his swollen lips, glistening with a burning, unrequited need between his thighs.\n\nRennard’s breath [i]froze[/i] in his nose, a visible shudder rolling through his body as the familiar scent of estrus clung to his olfactory glands. His sheath surged to life, tapered red prick burgeoning from the pouch beneath his cloak, causing him to reflexively shift a hand to try and conceal the impression it made from the cuntwolf’s gaze.\n\n“Y-you look like you need a Heat Relief potion. I have some spares in my pack if you want.” Rennard squeaked, struggling, and failing, to keep his bright eyes from furtively glancing, and admiring, the older male’s lithe body, and especially the fertility [i]beckoning[/i] him with every breath he took!\n\nFlynn shook his head, delivering a resigned sigh as he did so. “Alas, that would only work for a short while... If at all, while stuck in such... confined areas with you...”\n\n“But you already knew that, didn’t you...? Or else, you’d be able to easily guess it...” The older teen rumbled hotly, hungrily. His larger frame slunk forward, looming over Rennard who so readily acquiesced height to instead shirk away towards the ground, struggling to maintain distance from the needy lupine while being confined in their makeshift quarters.\n\nThose vivid red eyes hovered above Rennard’s gaze, his pure white body holding itself over his quarry as he did so—the enticing warmth of his cunt so close to the youth that he could feel its heat against his knee. One of his hands reached forward, stroking gently across Rennard’s chest, along the edge of his cloak’s flap, trailing down along its edge... before diverting around his hip to brush over his crotch—and expose the budding tent that was being pitched there.\n\n“Chosen...”\n\n“Ah!” Rennard’s blush deepened, and his ears cowed against the back of his scalp when that word left Flynn’s lips. His small hands shifted down to his crotch, trying to maintain some sort of decency by trying, and failing, to hide the impression his growing erection caused. “Y-you knew?”\n\n“I had my suspicions.” The wolf chuckled quietly, speaking softly enough that the others outside couldn’t overhear.\n\n“It started when I met you... Like I said this morning, my nose has always been keen to make up for my poor eyesight. It felt like my heat relief potion had lost effectiveness when you were nearby. Then there was something else, subtle because of your enchanted cloak I’d imagine, but so unique, so exotic, that it still left an aftertaste on my nose. Virility... Something that I hadn’t smelled in a decade.”\n\n“Then there was the fact that the Church sent out criers this morning to announce a major ceremony with the High Priestess’ return at the end of the week. The fact that the Goddess’ Church is one of your patrons... Their gift of a rare magical item to hide your Stats from Analysis... The fact that Carran was believed to be one of the places most likely for the Chosen to appear... The rumors that the Divine Beast guarding the Shrine of the Chosen in the woods is a large feral [i]vixen[/i] much like your Companion...”\n\n“That, and also the fact that ‘Breeder’ implies reproduction, which only the Chosen could initiate after the Great Emasculation.”\n\n“But, I wasn’t sure until that fight earlier. That was a Miracle that you used to fight the zombie spider, wasn’t it? I don’t possess them myself, but I [i]do[/i] recognize them when I sense them. A taming class certainly doesn’t sound like something that would have offensive holy magic to fight off Undead, and if you possessed them normally from a Benefit or magical item, you don’t seem the type to hold that information back during your ‘interview’ yesterday... So you must have kept quiet about it, because only someone endowed directly by the Goddess could possess Miracles without a Class or Benefit.”\n\nEvery word the wolf spoke while rumbling with need above him made the kit shiver, and his flush burn brighter. Until, by the time that Flynn finished revealing how he was exposed, the boy whined softly in reply. “I thought I was doing a good job of keeping it under... uh... wraps...”\n\n“Well I don’t think the others have caught on, yet. But as a Scholar it's sort of my job to know all sorts of useful information to put two and two together. The keen nose definitely helped though.” The older twink wolf cackled lightly, before nuzzling his snout beneath the fox cub’s, nudging the prostrated boy’s face upwards so that his nostrils could drink in the lad’s scent directly from the nape of his neck.\n\n“I’ve been tormented by your scent all day but having to pretend I didn’t notice to respect your secret... Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others, but that comes with certain... favors... in exchange.” He snickered, sliding his hand back up to tease at the cord holding the cloak together.\n\n“Although I doubt you’d mind the payment I have in mind.” His ruby red eye winked upwards towards the blushing cub.\n\nRennard shook his head quickly, too quickly. “N-no, I wouldn’t mind...”\n\nHis nostrils all the while flared, making his blood boil with the weight of the older wolf’s need. Every second that he lay beneath the wolf made his rod swell between his hands—growing until the tapered red point finally peeked out from between the flaps of his cloak despite his best attempts.\n\nIt was Flynn’s turn to shudder from the pheromonal deluge, his exposed cunt [i]flexing[/i] against open air with reflexive [i]need[/i] as the kit’s musk tickled his nose. A low, sultry, [i]desperate[/i] groan cooed from his lips and into the cub’s ears.\n\n“Good...” The wolf scholar breathed, before struggling to pull himself back, giving the cub time to adjust and strip himself if he so needed, although barely. He had to remain adjacent to the fox boy so that his poor eyes could still make out the details of his features with their proximity, filling in the blanks with a bold brush of a hand which swept downwards to gently trace along the hefty cubhood spilling forth.\n\n“Truth be told, I doubt you’d be able to keep this secret from everyone else for long.” He added with a teasing, appreciative murmur as he squeezed around the budding length’s tapered head. “Although I [i]am[/i] looking forward to you trying, and failing. But if you do manage it, I’ll make sure that we’re all alone together someplace private for you to breed the rest of us as well—can’t have my friends being pained by their heats when the cure is finally at hand, can I~?”\n\nRennard’s ears burned so hotly that they felt like they were on fire. His little lips parted, exposing his small fangs as he struggled to put together an answer towards the wolf’s teases. Instead, all he did was lay there, his bright blue eyes admiring every inch of the canine’s body, his nostrils drinking in the scent of the albino teen’s fertility, his thoughts drifting along how good that warm, tight sex was going to feel as he stretched it around his throbbing cock and pumped his womb full of pups.\n\n“Bashful, are you?” Flynn teased with a snicker. “Here I was expecting the Chosen to be some strident, forthright, confident stud here to breed us all silly, and you’re just a boy who's barely more than a virgin, aren’t ya~? Look at you, still so over dressed while I’m here waiting to embrace you~”\n\n“I-I am not! I’ve sired hundreds of children already!” Rennard puffed out in answer, his pride roused with the goading tease. But it was enough to call the kit to action, his young body rolling onto his knees as his small hands turned towards removing his cloak.\n\nIt doesn’t take him long to untie the now familiar cords and peel the old, enchanted green fabric from his shoulders. Flynn’s eyes, barely able to make out the details of the cub’s body even at such close distances, goes wide as he admires the youth’s limber frame... The hint of budding masculinity within his lanky body, wider shoulders, and lithe muscles tantalizing him with thoughts on the type of fox the boy would grow up to be—whilst more importantly, his ruby eyes dropped down to admire the twitching cubhood that promised how effective a stud he could be already, pulsing with vigor above a pair of plump, hand-filling spheres made even more noticeable by the silver band locked in place above them.\n\n“Goddess have mercy, you’re packing some heat kit... Age aside, she [i]definitely[/i] knew how to choose her champion,” the wolf rumbled hotly, greedily, as he laid back—making himself comfortable upon the bedroll laid out in the middle of the closed tent. His legs spread wide, keeping his pussy, swollen, excited, and dripping with estrus, pointed towards the little virile hero, his fluffy white tail swishing invitingly from just underneath it.\n\nRennard’s lips stretched into a prideful, beaming smile at the older wolf’s words. For a moment, he contemplated explaining that most of his size was due to other factors such as his Class Levels or the therianthropy which simmered in his balls—but a prodding cough from Kimi left his humble explanations frozen upon his maw.\n\nInstead, he followed the allure of Flynn’s wafting fertility, crawling forward to join the other Adventurer at last. His small hands pressed against the wolf teen’s shoulders, dull claws combing through his perfectly white fur, contrasting sharply against the brown-furred gloves on his hands. His knees, meanwhile, take up the offered position between the cuntboy’s spread legs, tucking in underneath his thighs so that his loins are pressed against Flynn’s needy heat.\n\nThe first contact of his long, girthy length dripping with virility was enough to make the lupine now thoroughly gripped in the depths of estrus huff. His ruby eyes glimmered with excitement, his gaze glued to the sight of the swollen foxhood draped across his swollen and dew-weeping folds, throbbing past his labia and resting its weight over his clitoris, with let more inches twitching over his abdomen instead to matt the cloudy white fur with fecund rivulets of boy musk.\n\nWhile the upper reaches of his hood and the sensitive button thereupon was teased with the length’s weight, and further tormented by idle rolling grinds adding a hint of friction to the slick outercourse, his lower lips and taint were teased by Rennard’s considerable balls—white on white fur rolling and grinding against one another, whilst the simmering heat of virility boiling within the spheres made Flynn’s expectations grow by the second.\n\n“Mmph... Tease... C’mon, my pussies’ been waiting for your cock ever since I got the damn thing kiddo...” The Scholar huffed, his lithe legs wrapping loosely around the smaller stud to leave room for his hips to move, whilst his arms lazily reached forward, running his own claws through the smaller, yet surprisingly stronger, lad’s fur.\n\n“Aww... But you’re so cute whimpering with need!” Rennard quipped back quietly, a wry grin stretched from ear to ear.\n\n“Brat. If you take too long you’re going to have to conquer the Dungeon tomorrow with only a couple hours of sleep, little man.”\n\n“Oh... Right.” Rennard’s teasing grin slipped into a more boyish, sheepish smile, before his blue eyes turned away from the red jewels peering out from the lupine’s otherwise perfectly white face, glancing down to the point where his rod ran along the wolf’s sex with every idle grind of his hips.\n\nWith his eyes for guidance, he slowly sauntered his body backwards, dragging his point dripping with precum along the lupine’s tender lips. He dallied for a second longer just to roll the tapered start against Flynn’s clit, however, rolling and smearing the sensitive nub in his warm essence to make the twink pup huff again, before finally, and with deliberate precision, sliding down to nestle his considerable kit prick against the older lad’s sex.\n\nThen, half from his own flexing thighs, and half from the wolf’s desperately clenching ankles pressed against the small of his back, his shaft sunk forward—the tapered tip spreading Flynn’s lips slowly at first, and with a low, growing moan from his latest lover’s maw. Before, just as his head pressed past the warm, silky, and clenching labia, a spasm rocked through the wolf’s body, causing his legs and arms to seize around the smaller lad, catching him by surprise as he was suddenly pulled forward to sink a good few extra inches in with a meek meep!\n\n“Goddess that feels better than any toy.” Flynn groaned lowly, his words whimpered almost straight into the smaller boy’s ear with how he had pulled him closer, leaving Rennard nestled on top of him with the majority of his cock pulsing within his sex—staining the depths of his tunnels with the boy’s arousal, leaving just the base of the cock and its swelling knot to grind forward.\n\n“Hah... I wouldn’t know myself,” Rennard shot back with a proud, teasing smile. “All I’ve got to compare is breeding a hole or using my hands...”\n\n“Mmph. Spoiled for choices, aren’t you kiddo?” The wolf grunted back from the lad’s childish bragging, shortly thereafter followed by another shivering, half-suppressed moan as the young fox’s hips dragged his rod back and angled his next thrust to better rub across the sweet spot behind his clitoris.\n\n“Oh... I should probably let you know...” Rennard answered with a huff as his Arousal continued to swell towards its zenith, his little hips slapping forward to add the gentle notes of his budding knot crashing into the wolf’s sopping wet lips to the rumbled notes of their huffs and grunts within the tent. “My seed is potent enough that you’ll probably have an entire litter, not just a single pup...”\n\n“W-what—Ooooooooh...” Flynn’s expression fluttered towards one of surprise and mild shock. His learned mind had only just begun to process the revelation that his pragmatic hopes and plans for a fluffy little ball of wolf fur he’d have to raise in exchange for solving his decade long heat were going to need amending for an entire [i]litter[/i] when the kit’s hips [i]slammed [/i]forward, suddenly crashing his twitching glands behind his spasming folds and all but locking the two of them together—grinding the lad’s absurd girth right against the entrance to his womb as he did so.\n\nThe kit, meanwhile, looked ecstatic, a bright, beaming, cheeky smile on his lips as he stared up at the older wolf, enjoying the two-fold pleasure of his knot’s conquest and his unexpected admission! His tail thrashed behind him, wagging to and fro, especially when his young, limber thighs flexed and tried to pull back, and succeeded in doing little more than tugging his swelling, throbbing knot glands back against the wolf’s pussy-lips, grinding the drumming glands against the albino Scholar’s g-spot as he did so.\n\n“Fucking hell kid... Careful with that thing!” Flynn hissed, even as his lips fluttered with another rush of pleasure from the attention.\n\nWell, there was no use worrying about the future now, his fate was sealed the moment the boy’s knot had forced its way into his sex! All he could do now was try to help edge the boy the rest of the way towards his release, towards dousing the burning heat boiling from his ovaries—even though his lips twisted mildly at the idea of having to organize a boarding school for his, and the rest of the White Phantom’s, children to be raised together considering the amount of Adventurer-spawn Rennard’s balls would be siring by the end of this Quest.\n\nHis lithe white legs squeezed around the cub’s back, joined by the Scholar’s arms. Despite the youth’s advantage in Strength, the older teen managed to coax the cub forward, burying Rennard’s snout against his collarbone—leaving his bright blue eyes staring up from his chest, his breath tickling against the wolf’s throat. His dull claws wandered through the youth’s fur, combing through his thick, fluffy pelt, admiring the toned physique budding with just a hint of adolescence underneath, squeezing his rump to ensure his sheath kissed against his glistening, estrus-dew weeping folds...\n\n[i]Arousal 20/20![/i]\n\nThe fox child’s heavy balls flexed, dragging themselves along the wolf’s glistening labia as the warm, clenching walls [i]milking[/i] his sensitive knot glands, and the palpable desperation for relief from the older, larger wolf ensnaring him in a cloud of warm fluffy white fur, finally pushed him over the edge. His tool [i]spasmed[/i], coercing euphoric huffs from Flynn’s lip right against his ear, joining his own, higher pitched whimpers of delight... Right before thick ropes of vulpine virility [i]poured[/i] forth, splattering straight against the barrier to his womb and flooding the wolf twink with the lad’s copious warmth.\n\n[i]Experience Acquired![/i][i]\n[/i][i]Experience Acquired![/i][i]\n[/i][i]Experience Acquired![/i]\n\nAlmost immediately, a sense of extreme euphoria and relief washed across the sprawled lupine clutching desperately to his child savior. His fangs bit against his own lip, keeping his whimpering groans of delight from escaping past their tent, the noise simmering within his throat whilst his limbs dug tightly against the youth’s back. His toes flexed against Rennard’s rump, claws raking against his back, his hips jostling with the cub’s own shifting grinds to ensure every last drop of vulpine virility he could coax from the balls draped against his taint found purchase within his sex—even as the copious flow began to trickle out from his inundated tunnel to spill onto the bedding beneath them.\n\n“Fuck...” Flynn whined almost a minute later as his climax finally passed, allowing his limbs to fall away from the youth now stuck to his front. His vivid red eyes remained looking over the proud fox kit’s expression, tinged ever so slightly with the exhaustion of their long march catching up to him with the fugue of his afterglow. His fluffy white tail flicked just beneath the cub’s own, orange and white momentarily dancing together, arms loosely wrapped around the boy’s back just tightly enough that the fox child couldn’t escape his post-coital cuddles regardless of the knot swollen within his cunt.\n\nRennard’s nestled in posture, spread along the older boy’s torso, concealed the visible results of his plentiful seed scoring critical success after critical success within the lupine’s womb. Once, twice, then thrice, virile vulpine swimmers crawled their way towards his waiting ovum, each one arriving with a subtle, yet palpable, shudder echoing forth from the depths of his groin—joined by his featureless white fur finally adorned by lines of black above his groin forming a utero symbol, crowned by a pink heart right where his soon-to-be pup-filled womb sat.\n\n“So this is what not feeling like I need to hump a thigh constantly feels like...” Flynn sighed wistfully, retightening his snuggling grip over Rennard—causing the boy to give a playful ‘oof’, then a delighted giggle.\n\n“Meanwhile I’m just glad the libido potion I took keeps the Geas from activating... Gosh, it would be a nightmare going into town if Chloe didn’t give me those,” the boy replied with a reserved sigh, getting comfy on his latest lover's body—including a delighted giggle when Flynn reached down to nuzzle their noses together...\n\n“I thought I told you two to sleep!?” Eleanor’s voice called forth far closer than either canid expected.\n\nRennard’s blues and Flynn’s reds went wide, especially as the sound of the tent flap being pulled aside by the barbarian leader greeted their suddenly alert ears!\n\nFlynn moved quickly, tucking the blanket of the bedroll up and over Rennard—hiding him, and the majority of his virile scent, save for his head pretending to sleep against Flynn’s shoulder, beneath its surface before Eleanor’s dark navy blue eyes appeared to stare at them.\n\n“He is! Rambunctious kit just wanted to snuggle.” Flynn called back to his friend with a sheepish smile, cradling an arm around the boy to complete the wholesome appearance of their embrace... Even as it took all of his effort to not huff with the still twitching rod filling his cunt from labia to womb.\n\nIt was all he could do to hope that Rennard wouldn’t try to be cheeky by grinding his hips ‘inadvertently’, and make the poor wolf teen struggle to suppress a moan!\n\n“Hmmph... Sure, ‘snuggling’... But he looks like he’s conked out well enough.” The ermine shook her head with a click of her tongue. “I’m still waking you two up at the expected time, so you’ll have to deal with whatever z’s you lost ‘snuggling’ by yourselves.”\n\n“Yes ma’am.” Flynn retorted with another grin.\n\nHis breath, however, froze as she took a few inquisitive sniffs, her nostrils flaring wide at the scent she couldn’t quite identify from within.\n\n“Mmph... Are you sure those Heat Relief potions you brewed are good?” She spoke a second afterwards, grunting as the faintest hint of a flush began to appear in her small ears.\n\n“I’m not certain. I could give you a new potion if you need it,” the wolf replied. It wasn’t like he was going to be needing them anymore, after all.\n\n“Although...” The pup couldn’t help but tease with a sly smile. “You sure it's the potions? Maybe you’re just discovering you had a thing for young fox boys. Is that the reason you took in Taffy and his ‘sister~?’”\n\n“Bah, fat chance.” Eleanor bellowed with a laugh that made Flynn, and even Rennard, twitch. “Taffy’s got nowhere near as much muscle on a brat that I like. He’s far more like you in that regard... But maybe. That kit there’s [i]budding[/i] with potential. He’s bound to make a happy woman, or wolf, given some years to finish growing.”\n\nAfter returning his tease with one of her own, she finally gave the snuggling pair a wave of her hand in farewell. “Rest well you two. I’ll wake you in a couple hours.”\n\n“Night you Beastly-She-Devil.” Flynn retorted, finally breathing a sigh of relief as the tent flap closed after her retreat...\n\nLeaving him alone in the tent with the fox boy and his feral sister, his ears twitching at the boy’s gentle, soft, and even breaths tickling against the nape of his neck...\n\n“Wait, did you actually pass out already Ren...?” The wolf glanced down at the slumbering boy, observing how he didn’t move while tired, tuckered out, and tied on top of him... Causing the wolf twink to blush at the contrasting mixture of wholesome and lewdness the situation presented.\n\nIn the end, he just made do, snuggled in where he was with his arms around the boy—his head filled with his own contemplations of the future, of snuggling the rambunctious children growing within his womb much like he had their child father... His tail joining Rennard’s dream-prodded wags with their own flicks of delight, before slumber too claimed him.\n\nAt least for a couple of hours."
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