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Tales of the Pierced Boar - A Dare for Hanna by Mack the Knife
   Hanna the halfling was sitting in the Pierced Boar Tavern, located in
Morrovale.  She was sitting beside her best friend Sharesh, the Rakasta. 
Sharesh was dressed in a long cloak with a hood, to minimize her inhuman
features.  Being a cat-person could have its advantages, but it also had
its drawbacks, like people noticed you a LOT.  Hanna was reasonably typical
for a halfling, she stood just shy of three feet tall, and had a rather
thick build, overall.  She was far from fat, though, and her proportions
were not all that unfavorable.  Were she to be over five feet and a human
woman, she would not have been thought unattractive.  Her largish feet were
possibly her main distinctive feature as far as non-human went, and their
dense coating of hair.  She had a pretty, oval-shaped face and short
cropped brown hair, which hung in curls nearly to her shoulders.  Her skin
was fair, but had that slightly tanned tone of the well-traveled.  Her
breasts were another stand out feature, and seemed to be a disproportionate
percentage of her body mass.  There were halflings near this place, several
communities within a week's walk, but she had not visited them.  Hanna had
met plenty of halflings at home, she was out in the world to see others, to
find new experiences, and most of all, to see if she could bed a centaur.
   Sharesh was a very different sort.  She was long and lithe, with very
long and powerful legs, that ended in digitigrade feet, that is to say,
they were curved like a cat's or dog's.  Sharp claws protruded from the
ends of her stout short toes.  Her leg, from the ankle up looked reasonably
human, save the fine, tawny fur that graced it.  She wore no clothes save a
loincloth and half-top shirt.  With her fur, it seemed extraneous.  Her
torso was very human-looking, and a nice one at that.  Nicely curved hips
led up to a narrow waist then broadened out again for her ribcage then
shoulders.  She had ample, but not overlarge breasts.  Near the feet of the
stool her tail swished near the floor, always in motion, and she teased the
tavern's resident cat with it unconsciously.  She was gray, with subtle
darker markings, like stripes.  She also had a cat's face, very much so,
large luminous emerald eyes peered from either side of her muzzle, with
slitted irises.  Her ears were large and triangular, and tufted with
incredibly soft fur.  Her triangular nose set atop her always smiling
mouth. Her face was expressive, and humans had little trouble reading it,
except in one instance.  When she was aroused or about to kill, it looked
pretty much the same.  This led humans that she had done battle beside to
give pause when she attempted to grace them with her pleasures.
   It could be considered laughable that a halfling would wish to even try
to bed a centaur, but for one to actually think she could pull it off was
beyond reason.  Sharesh attempted to tell her so.
   "You will get yourself killed, Hanna, if you try that." She said,
pointing her clawed thumb out the door, toward the stables.  Her face had
concern on it, and amusement, both.
   Hanna shrugged.  "It is like religion, I guess, I just have faith in
myself." Hanna said, then giggled.  "Besides, I have a plan." She looked
out the door, and across the small field to the stables.  Three male
centaurs were sunning themselves, they had just come from some faraway land
and were resting before continuing their journey.  Their entrance into
Morrovale had caused quite a stir, but the two girls were used to that,
plus they were seeking centaurs, or at the least, Hanna was.
   Sharesh thought she had a more reasonable grasp of the scope of things.
She had once bedded a half ogre, and spent a week recovering from it.  And
he had been being gentle with her!  Now Hanna wished to achieve the holy
grail of cross-species adventurers.  To accommodate a centaur.  Given that
a centaur's natural equipment was nearly the length of Hanna's arm, it
would not be feasible, but Hanna was being insistent.  Sharesh had a
magical potion of healing should things go awry, worse yet, if Hanna
succeeded.
   Her little friend slammed back another shot of liquid courage and called
to Tammer, the elderly bartender.  "Another one, barkeep, I can still feel
my toes." She said, giggling.
   The bartender had to be a hundred if he was a day.  He slowly brought
her another rum shot, and took away her old glass.  He smiled at the girls.
"You two are a sight for sore eyes, I must say." He said.  "I've not seen
the likes of you for years, such pretty lasses in my bar!"
   The two giggled, and cooed over the man for a few moments, and Sharesh
thought she might just give this man a snuggle tonight, as a proper sending
off for someone who had served the world well.  Bartenders were a hallowed
class, and deserved respect and honor.  She leaned close to him and said.
"You wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight would you?" As she leaned in, she
extended one claw under his chin and gently scratched his jawline with it.
She threw a bit of purr into that voice, too, just to give it an edge.
   Tammer laughed.  "I guess I will, because ain't no young critter like
you gonna give me no tumble." He smiled at the girls, and headed down to
deal with another patron.
   "Hmm." Sharesh said.  "I wouldn't be too sure, old man." She smiled a
predatory smile, her long fangs flashing.
   Hanna giggled at her friend.  "You'll bed anyone with a pulse won't
you?" She asked, patting her friend's leg.
   "Mmm-hmm" The cat-girl said, and looked down at her friend.  "Including
you, little one, if you keep patting my thigh." She said with a wink.  She
turned on the stool, and Hanna's hand was forced by proximity to be pretty
far up the cat-girl's thigh, dangerously close to her loincloth.
   The halfling looked down and said.  "You tempt me, Sharesh, you really
do." She looked up.  "But you know women aren't really my mug of beer." She
said.  Then she looked down again.  "But, I find myself thinking more and
more often of thinking of changing mugs." She said, wistfully.
   Sharesh said.  "Whenever you're ready, let me know.  I'll bring you over
gently, or not, you're preference." And started watching the bartender
again.  After a moment, she said.  "You know what your planning is
impossible."
   Hanna said.  "It is no such thing, I've planned for the differences in
size and such.  I will bring the centaur off inside me and I'll not use my
hands, like I hear human women have to do." The halfling mimed holding onto
something huge and tumescent between her legs.
   The cat sighed.  "I bet you three marks of silver you cannot." She said
finally.
   "You're on, cat girl, and I'll even sweeten the deal and I'll let you
take me to bed if I cannot, as well." She giggled.  "Not that you probably
won't soon anyway."
   "Very well, you have till midnight, then." The cat-girl pronounced,
looking over at the expensive water clock in the corner.
   The halfling dropped from her stool, and stood on wobbly legs.  "Okay,
then, I'm off." She said, and headed out the door, toward the paddock.
   Holding her drink in her hand, she watched her friend go out.  Sharesh
shook her head mournfully and fingered the pouch with the emergency potion.
She hoped it wouldn't be needed.  Hanna would get one look at the swinging
organ of the centaur and bolt, she hoped.  She held up her empty glass. 
"Bartender, I need another drink." She said.
   Tammer came back down to her.  "You and your little friend can sure pack
it away." He said, chuckling.
   Sharesh looked at him oddly, he thought, then said.  "Something tells me
you can pack it away as well, grayhair." She smiled at him and when he
handed her the drink she wrapped her hand around his and extended the
claws. He couldn't pull away without lacerating himself.  "Will you grace
me with your presence tonight, Tammer?" She asked, sweetly.  "I would
dearly love to feel your warmth." She purred now.
   Tammer's eyes grew wide, and he said.  "Lady, if I thought I would do
anything but disappoint you, I would happily." He chuckled again.  "You're
too hot blooded for my old bones, miss.  You'd break me like kindling."
   "You underestimate yourself, grayhair." She said and leaned over the bar
to where her face was nearly touching his.  "You have one more night of
abandon in you, I can smell it.  And I will have it." She said, then sat
back, smiling.  "You will not sleep alone this night, even if you do not
touch me." She retracted her claws and sipped her drink.  She noticed she
didn't have to pay for this one.
   Outside, Hanna was nervously approaching the three centaurs, two were
dozing, the third was mending a saddlebag with some rawhide strips and a
huge needle.  He was very handsome, with craggy features and rippling
muscles on his chest and arms.  His body, too rippled, under its fine layer
of fur.  He was power incarnate, so far as she could tell, and could easily
kill a man without weapons.
   He saw her approaching and said.  "Hail, smallfoot." He smiled, showing
a set of large chisel-shaped teeth.
   She walked to the fence of the paddock, then leaned on its middle rail.
"Hello there, proudmane." She said, looking him over obviously.
   He looked a bit nervous for a moment, then smiled again.  "Did Hemlak
put you up to this?" He asked.
   "I don't know who Hemlak is, but I put me up to `this' whatever it is."
Hanna said, smiling sweetly.  "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to walk
with me a while?"
   The centaur rose off his haunches, he was almost five foot at ths
shoulders of his horse-like lower half, almost eight to the top of his
head. She craned her head back to watch his handsome face.  Then her eyes
cast downward, over his large sheath that housed his centaurhood.
   "I would walk with you, smallfoot, for I am in need of stretching.  But
I would know your name first." He said, smiling.
   She looked up and smiled herself.  "Hanna," she said, "Hanna Undertoe."
She said, almost stammering.  She chided herself inside for sounding like a
stunned schoolgirl.  In her almost thirty years, she had never done that.
   He reached down a huge hand and took hers.  "I am Boral Ironhoof." He
said, then his forelegs knelt and he leaned forward and kissed her tiny
hand.  "And I am pleased to make your acquantance, Hanna Undertoe." He rose
back up and towered over her again.  "If it would not offend you, I would
bear you for this walk." He said, pointing to his large back.
   "It certainly would not." She said.  "It will save me much craning of my
neck and yelling." She giggled, and he laughed.  He then picked her up
under her armpits.  She thrilled at the powerful hands and the touch of his
skin, soft and supple.  He sat her upon his wide back and she tried to find
a position that was ladylike, ending up sidesaddle near his human back.  He
started to walk, gently and slowly.  "My goodness, you are strong." She
said.
   "You are a small burdon, Hanna." He said.  "But a pleasant one." He
smiled over his shoulder.
   Under the guise of steadying herself, she grabbed his waist, just above
where his pelvis would be on a human, and gently rubbed her fingers there
as she held on.  She felt a small shift in his gait as she did this, and
knew that they were as sensitive there as other men, she smiled.
   "It grows dark soon, smallfoot." He said.  "Mind you if I continue, my
night sight is sufficient, and I will protect you if harm seeks you."
   She smiled into his back and said.  "I feel very safe here, Boral, You
can take me wherever you like." He reached back and patted her back and she
saw his charming smile again.  Her little heart was pattering fast now. 
She thought to herself that this thing might just happen.
   They reached the edge of the small village that was Morrovale.  "Would
you like me to run?" He said, crouching and sidestepping like a horse
itching to race.  "I have not all day, and my blood yearns for it."
   "Please do, but I've nothing to hold onto back here." She said, looking
about for handholds.
   He reached behind himself.  "Then we will try this." He said, and pulled
her back tight to his chest folding his huge muscular arms over her.  She
was nearly panting.  "Ready?"
   "R...ready." She gasped out.  And he launched like an arrow.  His
hindquarters gathered under him, sinking low to the ground, then he sprang
forward.  She could hear his hooves on the ground, thumping like her heart
was now, and his powerful arms flexing to steady her and secure her to him.
The road turned then opened to a long grass-lined straight away.  He sprang
forward nearly doubling his speed.  She looked down at his feet and they
were a blur beneath them.  Wind was now howling in her ears and her eyes
were watering.  She feared to smile, lest bugs get in her teeth.  She could
feel her excitement building deep down inside herself.  She had never moved
at this speed before and it was truly exhilarating.  She giggled a little
as she realized that this massive man was showing off for her.  She had
him, she thought.  As he reached the end of the large clearing he slowed to
a canter and turned, pointing back toward town.
   "Ready for another go?" He asked.  His hands rubbing her sides gently.
   She smiled up at him, and he looked down.  She reached up with both arms
and grabbed his great shaggy mane that grew from the top of his head and
down his spine.  She pulled down on it and the head followed willingly
enough.  She kissed him, and not gently.  Her tongue probed his lips, then
parted them for him.  She felt his thick tongue push back then into her own
mouth.  He shoved it deeper.  She realized he had a horses tongue, or
something akin to it.  Luckily for her, her neck was already stretched and
all she had to do was swallow, with a simple and practiced gulp, she took
his tongue deeper, then deeper still, until all seven inches of it had left
his mouth and he moaned.  She sucked on the portion of his tongue in her
mouth and flexed her neck muscles on the remainder down her throat. 
Finally, she released it, allowing him to draw it back in, then let her
slim, short fingers loose of his hair.
   He raised up and sucked in air.  "By the Great Fields." He said, panting
now, more than he had from the run.  "That was something I never thought to
feel." He smiled at her, and kissed her again, gently without any parting
lips.
   She giggled.  "Me either, Boral." She said, then rubbed his neck with
her hand.  "I would rather we walk back to town." She said.  "If it's all
the same to you." She smiled up at him and made `put me down' gestures.  He
sat her down gently and knelt before her.  His head was now only about two
feet to high for her.  She reached up and he obligingly leaned down.  She
took his head again, and kissed him deeply again, teasing his tongue out.
He willingly gave it to her, longing to feel that long, total kiss she
given it last time, once again.  She provided it, and for longer.  When she
released it, she was gasping for air.  She leaned in and hugged his ribs,
then started moving around his flanks.
   She rubbed the huge muscle bundles on his foreleg, and he moaned in
pleasure and her hands moving over his tensed and corded muscles.  Then she
moved to his ribs, with their serrated muscles and the ribs themselves, she
traced out the lines of them with her fingertips and felt the cooling sweat
of them.  He didn't smell like a horse, he smelled like a man who had just
done a great hard task.  She leaned close and rubbed her face against he
fur, and kissed his rib.  Then she moved farther back, running her fingers
over his softer abdomen, and then his powerfully muscled rump, again
stopping to massage him.  He rolled toward her a bit and was partially on
his side now, more of his back to her, and he said.  "Your hands are a
pleasure, littlefoot."
   "You are a pleasure to touch, proudmane." She said.  "You're
magnificent." She added.
   She moved around his rump, running her fingers though his long soft
tail, and feeling the silky strands sliding through her fingers.  Then to
his other leg, now slightly elevated.  She rubbed the corded muscles again
then the lower side, between his body and the leg.  She glanced down, and
with the reasonably keen night sight of her race, she saw almost a foot of
centaurhood peering from its thick sheath.  It was as thick as her arm and
the head bloomed to almost four inches across.
   "Please, lady, ignore that." He said, rather embarrassed sounding.  "We
centaurs have no way of covering that particular item of our anatomy well."
He said.  Then grinned sheepishly.  "And it seems to often have a mind all
it's own."
   She looked over at him and walked to his forebody.  "Do not apologize
for something that beautiful, proudmane." She said.  "It is lovely to
behold and it shows how well I am doing in making you feel good."
   "I could tell you that, smallfoot.  You are doing a fine job." He said,
and grabbed her up into another long embrace with a long, tongueful kiss.
She took his tongue fullwilling and happily, sucking it with relish and
delight.  She actually moaned this time, and she felt him respond by
pushing another inch out, she gulped it back, and now had even more than
before filling her throat and making her feel wondrous.  She relaxed and
let him retract his long tongue, then she gasped for air again.  "Where did
you learn that trick, Hanna?" He said, himself panting a little.  "I've
never before felt anything like it.  It is marvelous."
   "Just something I know how to do." She shrugged, pretending innocence.
She was not sure that he believed her, but he said nothing.  She felt his
hands moving over her sides, then down her legs to the hem of her dress. 
Her whole body tingled as his large hands touched her ankles, then started
moving upward again, pushing the cloth of her skirt up with them.  She slid
her fingertips along the powerful arms of the centaur, feeling their soft
flesh and the sheen of sweat he had earned from the intensely fast run.  He
reached her hips, and found her ungarmented under the dress.  One hand
ventured over her hip and down toward the middle, finding the soft patch of
fur there, then went downward.  He felt moisture, and the very small bud of
her clitoris.  He brushed over that gently, causing Hanna to gasp, and grab
his arm for support.  He moved one finger back, over the delicate folds of
her innermost place, then pressed upward gently.  The large finger parted
the labia and slipped inside her well-moistened hole.  She gripped his arm
tighter as the finger went deeply into her.
   Halflings are not large creatures, and his finger was, by far, larger
than most halfling males' tackle.  She felt her insides stretch gently to
accommodate the thick digit and moaned as it found her depth.  His other
fingers slipped over the outer folds of her entrance, and his palm rubbed
the front and clitoris gently.  His skin was so smooth and soft, and hot.
He looked down into her pretty face, seeing her twitch slightly as she
opened for him, moving her legs apart.  Another finger joined the first,
slipping gently into her, slowly, and patiently.  She groaned and her eyes
fluttered open.  "Only that." She gasped.  "More and you will hurt me." She
said, smiling.  The finger fully joined its partner, and pressed into her.
"Your hands are so soft, proudmane." She said, and touched his fascinated
face.  He had never before even imagined trying to pleasure a small
creature like a halfling, and was entranced that not only could he, but
that she showed just as much reaction as larger females in taking that
pleasure.  He would never look at non-centaur females the same again.
   "I regret, smallfoot," He said, smiling at her joy.  "that I cannot take
you more fully." Her hands moved over his face, then back to his mane
again, stroking his soft hair.
   She smiled contentedly.  "I don't mind one bit, Boral." She said, and
pulled him to her for another kiss.  As she suckled on his tongue, drawing
it forth then back, she groaned in pleasure as his hand lifted her from the
ground, bearing all her weight on her pelvis.  He stood, holding her thus,
then pressed her to his chest with his other hand against her back.  He
withdrew his long, thick fingers from her and moved that hand around to her
other side.
   Pulling his long tongue from her mouth and throat, he started placing
kisses down her neck, then lifted her high over his head, and tilted his
head back as if to look at the stars.  She giggled as he lowered her over
his face and brought her groin down above his mouth.  His tongue snaked out
and, crossing the two inch gulf between them, slipped it into her.  She
gasped at its thickness and softness.  Deep into her it plumbed, exploring
her inner cavities.  Her mouth sagged open, and she shuddered through her
entire body.  He lowered her down until her opening rested on his open
mouth, and his tongue buried itself deeper into her.  His lip, heretofore
normal and human-seeming, suddenly formed itself oddly, and wrapped itself
about her tiny clitoris.  She trembled again as it gently massaged her nub.
The long sinuous tongue slid in and out, fully leaving her then drilling to
its full depth in a heartbeat.  She held her hands over his and started
rotating her hips over him.  He held his head rock steady, and his hands
were as strong and steady as tree limbs.  She squealed in delight as her
climax overtook her, wailing to the stars overhead.  Boral continued her
deep tongueing of her for several more moments, until she stopped
quivering, and her breath died down to a more normal level.  He lifted her
up and his head out of her dress.  He brought her to him again, and kissed
her gently.  She clung to his head and kissed him in return, giggling and
cooing.
   "Such pleasure you have given me, proudmane." She said, stroking his
earlobes with both hands, while smothering him with warm, tiny kisses.
   He smiled.  "It was a joy to give to such a appreciative receiver." He
said, smiling at the little hands on his ears and the soft pecks of her
lips.  "You were a wonder to taste and feel, smallfoot." He said, and
kissed her neck.
   "Oh, I'm so high up." She said, suddenly noticing he was standing
upright, and her head was at the lofty and unaccustomed level of eight
feet. Boral lowered her to the ground gently, and placed her upon her feet.
She almost fell and he looked at her curiously.  "My knees are a bit
unsteady is all, Boral." She said, bracing against his leg.  She had almost
forgotten her main goal in this endeavor, but suddenly there was a huge
reminder right before her.  The sight of well over a foot of organ swinging
pendulously under the centaur is what weakened her knees.
   "Now, for your pleasure, proudmane." She said, and started to rub the
lower flanks of his forelegs that she could reach.
   He looked down curiously and wide eyed as she started toward his side.
"Surely you do not mean to try to..." His voice drifted off as her hand
stroked down the side of his enormous centaurhood.
   "I mean to `try' nothing proudmane.  I mean to succeed." She said, and
wrapped both hands about the swelling shaft.  His organ's flesh was black
as jet, and soft as silk.  She could feel the blood flowing through it in
great pulses, and saw the end flaring open like a trumpet horn.  She felt
that, an found it soft and pliant.  The shaft was almost three inches wide,
but she was both relaxed and excited by it.  She stroked her hands down the
full length, and it was rising now, no longer simply hanging beneath him.
"So incredible." She said, sighing.  It now stood fully forth, roughly
parallel to his body and extending a foot and a half out from its soft
sheath.  His testicles were drawn up, and enormous.  She moved one hand
down and cupped one in her hand.  It was the size of her head, she thought,
or nearly so.  It was soft and cool.  Boral groaned as she fondled it.
   "I do not wish to hurt you, smallfoot." He said, moaning as her hands
returned to stroking his shaft.
   She giggled and looked out from under his massive body.  "Do I seem like
I'm being hurt?" She said, smiling broadly.
   He smiled back and she disappeared beneath him.  "No, you seem well." He
said as she started up with the touching again.  "Though, it may get quite
messy down there if you continue."
   She giggled, and her hands moved quicker.  "I don't mind a bit of a
mess." She said.  Then he felt something he truly hadn't expected.  The end
of his organ was being engulfed in wetness and warmth.  She was putting her
mouth to him!
   He craned around his upper body to look beneath himself, and she had the
head folded and was taking it deeper.  She inched forward, slowly, taking
more and more of him.  Her throat stretched wide as his organ slipped past
the depth of her mouth, and he actually saw its progress down her gullet.
Soon, she had over half of it, then more, almost the full measure after
about twenty seconds.  She slowly pulled it out and when the head popped
out of her mouth, she gasped for air.  "Only problem is I can't breathe
while doing that." She said, feeling his shaft slick with her throat's
fluids.
   "A pity." He said, with a honest note of disappointment.  "No female has
graced my organ with her mouth before and the sensation was spectacular."
   She looked at him askance.  "I've not admitted defeat, proudmane." She
said.  "You've provided me great service this night, I can not sleep
knowing I've not done the same." He watched with fascination in his eyes as
she took him into her mouth again, and then, more quickly this time, took
him down her throat, until she was directly below his sheath, and the only
thing stopping more progress was she was already on her toes.  His eyes
wide with amaze, Boral pushed downward experimentally with his
hindquarters. The remaining four inches slipped into her mouth, and down
her, and he felt the head flare deep inside her.  Her eyes were closed in a
look of ecstasy.  Then she pointed upward.  Boral lifted himself and she
lowered, and he watched as the full length of him came forth from her
stretched mouth.  He could feel her small teeth along the top and bottom of
his amazing girth, but there was no pain.  She gasped for air harder this
time.  Then finally having sufficient breath, she said.  "We will have to
do this quickly, I think." She said, smiling.  "Are you near to climax?"
She asked him.
   He nodded enthusiastically.  "But your hands will be sufficient, if you
wish for me to do so, I am sure."
   She shook her head.  "No.  You used your mouth to finish the job, an I
will as well." She kept stroking his organ, keeping it primed for her. 
"When I next take you in, then start, well, start thrusting.  Take me that
way and finish.  Understand?" She said, her eyes were intense, and he dared
not gainsay her.
   He nodded.  "I do." He said, and touched her face.  "Be cautious, Hanna,
this is meant as pleasure, not danger."
   "I face the danger willingly, to give you that pleasure, proudmane." She
said, and kissed his hand.
   She moved back to before his organ.  Slipping the head past her lips,
she started up its length again.  She got to her knees and took him to
almost half his length.  She smacked her hand upon the ground, and Boral
pushed gently downward.  His pole slipped into her, inch by inch.  Hanna
smacked the ground again, and her eyes implored at him.  He smiled and
drove himself the remaining six or so inches hard.  He eyes closed and she
braced herself with her hands on his legs.
   He pulled halfway out, and drove into her again, then again, then again.
He was fully mounting this non-centaur filly.  He had heard of human women
who could accommodate a goodly portion of a centaur in rut, but one that
could take all of one was unheard of, and this was but a halfling, not even
half as large as a human.  He drove into her repeatedly, for most of a
minute before he climaxed, his cock buried deep into her throat and felt it
pulse forcefully as he spent his seed.  He finished firing his semen and
lifted up and then took a long step back.  She collapsed on the ground,
unconsious, but gasping for air.  Guiltily, he picked her up and carried
her back to the inn at a slow run, so as to not hurt her any more than he
feared he already had.
   He laid her upon the steps of the inn, still sucking in great gasps of
air and trotted off to the paddock where he sat and watched from a ways. 
Another human form came out, wearing a long robe and knelt down to the
small form of his tiny lover.  Then Hanna sat up.  The two spoke a moment
and went inside.
   Hanna came to with a bitter taste in her mouth.  "Wake up, you little
harlot." Sharesh said.  "Your boyfriend just dropped you off." The halfling
looked over at the paddock and saw Boral watching her concernedly, she
waved a small wave and went inside by the prodding of the cat-girl.  "I
gave you some of the potion, but you seem unhurt." Sharesh said.
   When she had mounted her stool, the cat-girl turned to face her.  "You
obviously gave it one hell of a try, to get yourself knocked unconscious."
She said, and ran a hand up Hanna's dress, feeling her slot clinically. 
She pulled the hand out and giggled.  "But I smell no spend here." She said
sniffing the finger, then using her talented tongue to lap the juices off
of it.  "My three marks if you please, and when Tammer is done servicing me
tonight, you will taste spend between my thighs this night, my small
friend."
   Hanna looked at her askance and smiled.  "Think you that?" She said,
then leaned close to Sharesh and kissed her, full on, with open mouth. 
Sharesh let her do so, for she rarely passed up a good kiss.  The little
halfling let out a small belch into the cat-girl's mouth, causing her to
pull back.
   "Most rude, Hanna." She said, giggling, then she stopped laughing.  She
leaned back over and put her sensitive nose to the halfling's mouth.  "By
the One," She said, astonished, "you did receive his load." She smiled. 
"You just didn't receive it the way I had anticipated." She held out a
clawed hand with three silver marks in it, and dropped them into Hanna's
pocket at the front of her dress.
   The halfling shrugged.  "One should always stick to one's strengths."
She said, ordering a drink.  "I won't be drinking much tonight, for once, I
am full." She said to the staring cat-girl.  Hanna reached into her little
pocket, there was a folded piece of parchment in it that had not been there
before.
   "What's that?" Asked Sharesh, eyeing the parchment.
   Hanna giggled.  "It's a map to his village, and a sigil to get me past
the wardens." She said.  "Boral bids me visit whenever I desire." She
looked out to the paddock through the door, and slipped off her stool and
walked to the jamb.  She waved and he waved back, causing his companions to
look at him oddly.  "I think I will, too." She said as she turned back and
walked up to Sharesh.  "Just as soon as I lay my hands upon a potion of
water breathing.  Or, better yet, a ring of water breathing." She said,
sitting on her stool.  "Or, perhaps, a potion of giant form, or a polymorph
potion to become a centaur or horse." her eyes were now glazed over. 
"Maybe a potion of shrinking for him, or..." She kept rambling on in this
vein, but Sharesh was already preparing to make her move on poor Tammer. 
The population of the tavern was dwindling and he had a rather nervous look
on his face as she eyed him like a plate of raw fish.
  
A Dare for Hanna