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So a Cat Walks into a Tavern...	By : Msunderland Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 3315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dungeons and Dragons, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Dead Night
- 2-Small Cat, Big Fun
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A night in Neverwinter where the streets are devoid of even rats or beggars should usually be as impossible as a Beholder politely offering free flowers to anyone who would like them or a Dwarf despising alcohol but somehow it just so happened to be one of those nights. Whether by the will of some confused God or a sign of the material plane depopulating, no one could be sure. Yes, there had been very distressing circumstances recently; a dragon attack near the Northern district, a Lich somehow wandering into the sewers and a Drow incursion into the palace all within a month but they had all been dealt with. The city should still be as lively as before and the taverns shouldn’t be completely bereft of loud, drunken fools gambling and singing long and hard into the night but here she was, alone in her tavern on a stormy night, not even a beggar seeking desperate shelter.
    Two nights in a row it had been like this with decent business during the day but nothing in the night. No guards even, or travelers passing through for work. True as it was that her’s was not the most popular place to drink yourself into oblivion but never had it kept like this for more than a few hours. Had she not been mostly successful in running her business she might worry about lack of money, but this lull was still far greater than she had the ability to ignore.
    Akta Beilahess; Tiefling, twenty five years old, six foot two and passionate. Her long wine coloured tail flicked against the stool behind her and her massive clawed toes clacked twice on a creaky floor board. A piece of bread and a tankard of mead sat on the table she had been orbiting like an awkward satellite, the nearby fire cracking back at her in a displeased tone. A pull on her pipe and the smoke around her billowed as she took another tired gulp of her mead. Not just the sense of worry brought by the empty room but also the need for entertainment. No bards or poets, no guards complaining about their captains. She’d kill to have a lunatic come to tell her about the ancient Goblin Messiah come to usher in the Age of Old Cheese upon the Elven people while trying to cook his book in the fireplace. Anything would be simply amazing.

    She would almost regret that need.

    She began a pointless inventory on her spirits to kill time. The clinking of bottles helped to ease the brutal silence, save for occasional thunder. The rain was light and from her peeks out the windows she saw no one. Three bottles in and she thought she heard the door open and close, turning her head to see nothing and assuming the wind had shaken it, her boredom having taken away the belief that anyone might actually show up. Four bottles in she her something shift behind her. Again she turned and saw nothing save for perhaps a chair an inch or two off from its table. No movement, no other sounds. Five bottles in and she knew her need for entertainment was trying to give her a stroke. A clink of a tankard hitting the wood beneath it rang out. It was soft enough to not be worrying but enough to be immediately noticed.
    Her claws clacked on the wood as she walked back to the table she had been standing by and her thin fingers gripped the tankard. Empty.
“Don’t remember finishing you.”
She strolled to the bar again and poured another to sip as she worked, filling it to a small notch on the inside that acted as her measure in her personal tankard. The light of the fireplace had weakened and so she set the drink down and went to put another log on the fire. Another tink on wood, she turned back to nothing. Curious now she gripped the drink and went to take a sip but stopped immediately. A slight pang of real worry set in as she saw the mead was a fair sip below the notch. Finally she had a guest and wished the night was still dead.
She stood silent, slowly turning around the room while heading towards the door. Door locked and curtains shut she returned to the bar, her tankard slightly less full than it had been just a moment ago. Clearly someone adept in stealth but for what reason would they sneak around sipping her drink? Someone bored and looking to just mess with a lonely barkeep? Preferably a prankster than an assassin but one cannot be too careful in a large city at night.
“Ain’t funny, sneak.” She muttered.
She took a step back to the fire but tripped over a floorboard that had been raised by a few inches. She came down hard but caught herself.
“Sonnuva bitch.” She cursed through clenched teeth, her infernal fangs bared.
Something felt wrong though but not in the sense of an attack. Something was missing. Akta stood still before feeling the change. Her hand felt under her skirt and confirmed it. In the fall something had taken her underwear. Not only a dirty prankster but a pervert and an utter bastard.
A turn and one step forward into another trip from a chair placed beside her though she steadied herself by digging her claws into the floor but in trying to sense the hidden joker she failed to see the trained hand pull the sash from her waist. She had often had would be thieves attempt to pickpocket a customer or pocket a bottle but not once had any of them been able to actually conceal themselves like this. This was clearly a professional who believed themselves far too good at their trade to only use it for business.
Her skirt was now far less held to her hips without the sash but she couldn’t spare much time to give it much thought. She stood completely still for a second and tried to listen. No footsteps, breathing. Not a damn thing. Ten beats passed before her felt another change as her bodice became ever so slightly looser. Even in complete silence they had managed to sneak behind her and completely under the back lacing of her bodice now causing it to start sliding off her shoulders. Akta drew every last bit of her willpower to keep from screaming and try harder to find any trace of the attacker. She threw the bodice across the room hoping to disturb any hiding fool but nothing stirred.
If stillness and silence would not work then she would try constant movement. She stepped on while eying every possible hiding place, under every table and even up in the rafters but not a single trace of anything. In frustration the Tiefling stood with her back to the wall and waited, scanning across the room.
“You’re really not funny, you know.”
The attacker might have been a tad irked by this as they decided a more aggressive tactic would be more fun. A tankard dropped down with an obvious arc thrown from behind a nearby pillar. Sadly Akta couldn’t see the ruse, her claws digging in to give her more grip to launch forward and catch the creep behind it. Her long legs carried her far with each step but as she rounded the left side the table in front of her flipped in front of her and slammed into her with great enough force to completely knock her back but not before she locked her left foot’s claws into the floor and accidentally forced herself to spin during the fall. As quickly as she had fallen the attacker rushed past her and Akta got the faintest glimpse of a small foot in front of her bolting away. She jumped to her feet ready to roar and charge but as soon as she did her under shirt fell to the floor, having been cleanly cut from bottom to top as the sneak rushed past. Her hands instinctively rushed to cover herself but in doing so she has lost her momentum to guard herself and the barefoot assailant renewed their attack and rushed in again with one last lunge from the right. In one incredibly fast movement they had not only pulled Akta off balance again but had dashed behind her, tying her hands behind her back and wrapped a solid black blindfold across her eyes, well and finally capturing and defeating the Tiefling.

She was a large thing, six foot two not counting the extra inches from her beautiful black horns extending from the sides of her head and wrapping forward against the norm for her people; wrapping around the sides of her eyes but bending upwards before affecting her vision. They were a foot and a half long, solid black and had golden tips added for show. Most all things were large about her as her tail was a massive thing. Four feet long and three inches thick at the base. Her legs took more of the infernal heritage than many of her kind, her feet ended in three massive claws on her toes with bent legs from some goat like beast. Most frequent customers knew she was approaching by the sound of the claws clacking on the wooden floor. The rest of her was also quite large.
Very well proportioned, her attacker noted in their mind. Akta tried hard to maintain her balance as the attacker watched in silence. Her massive breasts swung from her quick steps, greater than the woman’s head and the same brilliant red as her infernal skin with her nipples standing erect in the cool air. Her hips were equally massive leaving a pleasant dip between them and her breasts, her thighs once again huge and incredibly mouth watering.
“This was so much more fun than I thought it’d be!” spoke the attacker at last.
Her voice was tiny in comparison to Akta’s and the tone of it was incredibly arrogant.
“You had your fun yet, bastard?” Akta spit.
“No…..no not yet. Now the real fun begins, my big red beauty! We’re gonna play a game.”
“Sod off.” She snarled.
“I could do that” she began with a haught giggle “But if I leave now then who will let you go? The door is locked and there isn’t a soul out tonight.”
A fair point made by an infuriating little shit, Akta thought.
“No see, we’re going to play this game and in the end I’ll free you and never bother you again!”
“Fine.”
“The game is this; find me. Again, that is.”
“What do you mean, you insufferable bitch?”
“Walk around the room and find me! No taking off the blindfold and find me!”
Akta didn’t have much choice. She stepped toward where she thought the voice was but walked into the knocked over chair, tripping and falling over it. Immediately she was given a painful slap on her already very red behind, the sound ripping through the air before she jumped back up and turned around. Her stance was uneasy but still showed her resolve to pounce. Another step and the girl tugged on her tail.
“I hope you enjoy this, freak. It’ll make it more fun when I rip your head off.”
As she followed the laughing from her attacker she could tell she was in front of her and violently charged, slamming into the bar. The creep took this opportunity to tease the massive woman again, biting her succulent thigh causing Akta to cry out in surprise.
“I’ve never tasted a Tiefling before, you know.”
“Why must utter shits like you always be perverts?” She yelled.
“I can’t help that your flesh just looks so good!” the creep laughed.
This time the sneak wouldn’t wait long before teasing her again. As soon as Akta took two steps forward she took her chance to pinch Akta’s nipples, immediately pushing and knocking her onto her back before rushing in and giving the poor woman a quick lick on her exposed slit. Akta pulled her legs together as fast as she could and held them to the side. The creep slapped her ass again and laughed loudly while jumping over the defenseless woman. Akta jumped up again and tried to run knowing that if the bar was beside her then the back room would be in a straight line.
She sprinted as fast as she thought she could without hitting anything but the attacker was far faster than her, immediately catching her and spinning her. Her great legs strained to keep steady and she wandered towards two pillars near the center of the room. The attacker grabbed her one last time and sprung her final trap. She took hold of the bindings on her wrists, cutting them and pulling one to the right pillar, binding it there and as Akta tried to take hold of it, her breasts were given a slap, drawing her free arm in to defend but leaving it to be taken and bound to the left pillar.
“Sorry, sweetie but I just couldn’t help but lie to you!” She snickered behind Akta.
“Please just die, you little shit!”
The blindfold was dropped and she could finally see the bastard that had ruined the night with terrible excitement. A tiny thing she was, really. Short grey hair similar to fresh ash adorned her head with thin braid falling from the left behind her ear. She was incredibly thin, no more than seven stones and a full foot shorter than the infernal woman. Her top was showy thing with exposed shoulders and cutting well before her belly button with a tab in the center reaching just above it. Her bottom was dressed in similar garb, long shorts with loose legs and gentle fabric hanging off the hip and wrapping around to opposite side. She looked up at Akta with bright amber eyes and a wide grin.
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