Company of the Coin

Alice’s eyes flicked between the three groups.

Lionheart was already basking in his own glow, blond hair gleaming like it had its own dedicated spotlight. His two hanger ons clung to him like props, nodding whenever he spoke, which was often. Alice’s smirk twitched. “Yeah, that’s a hard no. I’d rather take my chances cuddling a slime.”

Raven’s Howl the lone, volcanic titan in the corner radiated so much heat she could feel it across the room. He wasn’t sitting. He was waiting, like the whole guild hall was just an antechamber before his next massacre. Alice shivered. “Definitely no. I like being alive, thanks. And also not roasted.”

Which left… the battered table with the Company of the Coin.

Four of them, barely older than her. They looked like they’d just crawled out of a dungeon and were still steaming from it.

The first was a tall albino Chimerin woman with rabbit ears and strong legs. Pale as porcelain, red eyes glowing faintly, her aura was cold and unreadable. A massive spiked mace leaned against the table beside her, heavy enough to fold Alice in half. Alice’s smirk stayed in place, but her inner voice wasn’t calm at all. (Holy shit. She looks like she could break me in half. …Not sure if that’s a threat or an offer.)

Beside her hunched a slight figure in robes a boy, Alice realized, his glasses reflecting the light as he tried to fold himself into invisibility. His hair was thick and feathered, brown streaked with white adcents, and faint scales patterned his throat like a collar. His tongue flicked nervously against his lip before retreating. Alice raised a brow. “Timid, twitchy, total nerd. Definitely a mage. …God, he’s adorable. If he faints in battle, do I get to carry him?”

Then there was the only other human. A girl with short twin tails tied with red bands, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. Martial wraps covered her hands and calves, bike shorts and a black hooded jacket completing the look. Bare feet rested on the filthy floor, spotless as though dirt didn’t dare touch her. She leaned back with arms crossed, icy-blue eyes daring anyone to step closer. Alice’s smirk nearly cracked into a grin. “Okay, bitch-face, I see you. She’s either gonna hate me instantly or we’re gonna be besties. No in-between.”

And finally, sprawled sideways on his chair like it was a throne, was a Døll boy not human, but close enough to make her heart stumble. His skin was smooth and faintly luminous, porcelain-white with a soft amber light pulsing at spots . it like something alive. Wild, flame-orange hair spilled across his brow, . His eyes glowing amber flickered orange by default, then flashed pink for a heartbeat when he caught Alice looking. His smile glowed faintly, just enough to show the faint seam-lines running across his body.

He wore a sleeveless jacket slung open over a sculpted chest marked with chains hanging loose across his shoulders, and goggles perched on his head. His boots were up on the table, his whole body radiating mischief and swagger.

He winked.

(…Oh gods, he’s hot. And cocky. And probably a nightmare. Fantastic.)

Alice exhaled slowly, forcing her smirk into a calm, detached mask as she turned to the receptionist. “Guess I’ll take my chances with the mutts and misfits.”

The receptionist blinked, then smiled politely. “Company of the Coin, then. I’ll let them know.”

Alice’s stomach did a nervous flip as the receptionist crossed the lobby toward the battered table. (Okay. Deep breaths. This is fine. I’m not panicking. Totally not panicking. Please don’t let them hate me immediately. Or worse like me.)

The receptionist stopped at their table, gesturing toward Alice. “New recruit. Classless, but registered. She’ll be joining your next run.”

Four pairs of eyes turned toward Alice.

Alice tugged her shirt hem down, lifted her chin, and plastered on her best aloof expression. “Yo.”

(Smooth as silk, baby. Absolute legend. God, kill me now.)

Nia’s red eyes locked onto Alice first. The albino Chimerin shifted in her seat, ears flicking. She didn’t say a word just studied Alice, her hand resting casually on the haft of her massive mace.

The mage Nell perked up nervously, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You… you’re new, aren’t you?” His serpent-like pupils narrowed, then widened again, curiosity lighting his timid face.

Alice crossed her arms, keeping her expression flat. “Yeah. Just awakened today. First time registering.”

(Oh god, I sound like a kid introducing myself at school. Should I have said it cooler? Too late now.)

Nell’s mouth twitched into a small smile. “That’s… that’s great. Really! It’ll be good to have fresh energy.”

“Fresh meat, more like,” Jen muttered. The martial artist lounged back, twin-tails swaying as she fixed Alice with a sharp glare. “Classless rookie, huh? You sure you’re not gonna trip over your own boots in the dungeon?”

Alice **** a smirk. “I don’t wear boots I trip in.”

(Oh god, that was terrible. She’s gonna eat me alive.)

To her surprise, Mako barked a laugh, his voice ringing with a faint harmonic buzz that sounded almost electric. His eyes luminous amber, alive with shifting light flickered pink for half a heartbeat as he grinned. The glow pulsed faintly down his neck and collarbones like a heartbeat of liquid gold before fading back to its warm orange. His smooth, porcelain skin caught the mana-lamp glow and reflected it like polished glass, every subtle emotion painting new colors beneath the surface.

He sprawled back in his chair,, his eyes shifted briefly to a teasing green envy mixed with playfulness before returning to amber.

(Oh no, Alice thought, watching the color flicker and pulse as he laughed. He’s even hotter up close. And glowing. Fantastic.)

Nia finally spoke, her voice low and cool. “We’ll take her.”

Alice blinked. “…Just like that?”

Jen rolled her eyes. “Don’t sound so shocked, rookie. We’ve had worse. Hell, we are worse.”

Nell nodded earnestly, voice quiet but firm. “Every party needs a new member sooner or later. And we could use the help. Really.”

Mako leaned forward, smirk widening. “Besides, you’re cute when you try to act tough. You’ll fit right in.”

Alice felt her throat tighten, heat prickling her ears. She shoved her hands into her pockets and shrugged like it was no big deal. “Cool. Yeah. Fine by me.”

(What the hell? They’re… they’re actually happy to have me? Nobody even questioned it? Oh gods, don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry. Keep the face. Keep the mask.)

“So, uh…” Alice leaned against the edge of the battered table, trying to look casual while four pairs of eyes watched her. “My starter quest popped up. Says I’ve gotta kill ten Chocolate Slimes in Candara.”

For a heartbeat, she expected laughter. Teasing. Maybe a snide remark about babysitting the rookie. Instead, the group straightened.

Nell perked up first, spectacles flashing. “Chocolate Slimes solidify over time. You can’t let them cover you. If they get too much mass around your body, you’re finished.”

Jen crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. “Their surface tension is weakest around the core. Aim for the center. Don’t waste energy slicing the edges.”

Mako smirked, leaning back in his chair. A faint light flickered behind his amber eyes as he spoke. “And whatever you do, don’t lick your fingers. Trust me. Addictive stuff. You’ll end up face first in the goo and begging for more.”

Alice blinked at them, stunned. (Wait. They’re actually… strategizing? Like, taking this seriously? This isn’t what rookies are supposed to look like. Aren’t you all half dead?)

Then Nia’s ears twitched. Her cool voice cut through the chatter. “We’ll handle the cores. You keep watch for stray spawns. Slimes multiply in clusters. Stay alert.”

Alice blinked again, her smirk faltering. “Wait you’re the leader?”

Mako chuckled. “What, you thought it was me? Nah. I’m just here to look good and get lucky.”

Nia ignored him, her red eyes steady on Alice. “Do as I say, and you’ll live.”

(…Holy shit. The scary bunny-horse lady is actually in charge. And she’s terrifying. And also… really hot. I’m doomed.)

Nia’s voice cut across them all, calm and final. “We’re not running it tonight.”

Alice blinked. “What?”

“We’re injured,” Nia said simply. Her red eyes fixed on Alice, rabbit ears twitching. “Fatigued. Going in now is asking to fail. We’ll rest and enter tomorrow.”

Jen leaned back, arms crossed. “She’s right. I might be able to kick through a few slimes, but I’m not dragging these three bleeding idiots through a dungeon right now.”

“Rude,” Mako said cheerfully, though he didn’t bother denying it. A faint amber light pulsed behind his eyes as he grinned. “But fair. I’m not in the mood to patch gear at midnight either. One of my goggles is still sticky from last run. Don’t ask.”

Nell nodded quickly. “It’s better this way. You’ll… you’ll get more out of it if we prepare properly. I’ll recheck my spell lists and maybe study a few of the latest dungeon reports.”

Alice **** a shrug, trying to hide the flutter in her chest. “Sure. Yeah. Fine by me.”

(Oh gods. They actually plan. They actually care. And they’re just… including me? Is this real life?)

Nia stood, lifting her massive mace with effortless grace. “We meet here at dawn. Be ready.”

Alice swallowed, smirk twitching at her lips. “Got it. Dawn.”

(First night in Candyland postponed. Thank Dice. Gives me time to panic properly.)

The Company of the Coin rose slowly from their seats, groaning, stretching, leaning against each other with the kind of casual familiarity

Tomorrow, Candyland.

Alice pushed herself up from the Company’s table, heart still buzzing from being accepted so easily. She got a few steps toward the lobby before her stomach gave a twist.

(…Crap. Literally. Bathroom. Right. …Okay, no big deal. Just pick one.)

She froze mid-step. To her left, the sign with the little stick man. To her right, the sign with the stick woman.

Her palms went clammy.

(Okay, okay, think. Girls' room? What if someone sees me using a urinal. Boys' room? What if someone sees me not using a urinal. Godsdammit. Why couldn't Dice have just given me a neutral option?)

A couple of guild staff brushed past her, giving her odd looks as she stood locked in place like a statue. Alice **** her feet to move, jaw clenched. She pushed the door to the boys' bathroom open.

The smell of industrial soap and stone hit her. She marched to the row of urinals, muttering to herself under her breath. "Fine. This one. Easy. Get in, get out."

Except she wasn't alone.

At the far end of the row, towering and pale, stood Nia. Her rabbit ears flicked as Alice entered, but she didn't move, didn't flinch. She simply kept her stance, one hand on her hip, the other braced against the wall, casually pissing from her massive 16-inch horse cock with a hard, steady stream. The bathroom was filled with the sound of her racehorse like peeing.

Alice's blood turned to ice. She was visibly aroused, her own cock twitching at the debauched sight.

They made direct eye contact.

(Oh gods. Oh no. Abort mission. Self destruct. Anything but this.)

For a heartbeat, the bathroom was dead silent except for the loud hiss of Nia pissing Her red eyes remained steady, unreadable. Then, without a single change in her expression, she spoke.

"You hesitated outside the door."

Alice's throat went dry, fighting the urge to drop to her knees and worship that equine cock. "I… uh… yeah. Happens."

Nia turned her gaze back forward, rabbit ears flicking once more. "Doesn't matter."

(That's it? That's all she's gonna say? No judgment? No awkward joke? …Why is that worse?!)

Alice scrambled to the nearest urinal, fumbling like she'd just forgotten how basic motor functions worked. Her ears burned, and she kept her eyes glued to the wall, praying for the ground to open up

Alice willed herself to pee faster, but her nerves and arousal made it nearly impossible to relax. Her body betrayed her, insisting on stealing furtive glances over at Nia's massive horse cock. The way it jutted forward, still half hard, glistening with beads of Moisture. Alice couldn't tear her eyes away.

The petite girl tried to be discreet with her ogling, but felt hopelessly transparent. Could Nia tell she kept staring? Was Alice's own smaller cock visibly leaking pre-cum? She couldn't be sure. All she knew was that illicit thrill of watching the rabbit girl's enormous length, drinking in every veiny inch of it.

Minutes dragged on. Alice felt her bladder finally empty, but didn't pull away. Nia showed no signs of finishing. Without realizing, Alice found her hand drifting down to idly stroke herself. Her breath came in short, shaky gasps as she rubbed her stiffening cock, unable to resist the carnal urges.

Reckless abandon took over. Alice parted her lips quietly. Flicked her wrist faster, pumping her erection, thumb swiping over the tip. All while still transfixed by the hypocrisy of Nia's ample endowment. The rabbit girl's pee stream never seemed to abate either.

Was Alice really jerking it right then and there? Madness. Compulsion. Her thighs shook. Balling her free hand, Alice fought to stifle a shaky moan. Her hips bucked. In an instant, ropey strands of cum splattered the urinal wall. Godsdammit, she'd came so quickly!

Three quick, half-muffled gasps for air. No, no... Surely Nia had to have noticed that display. She'd actually just masturbated in public. In FRONT of someone. Alice berated herself. The overwhelming fascination with Nia's cock proved too much to handle.

A strong hand suddenly gripped Alice's shoulder, halting her rushed exit. Nia had moved in front of the door in a flash, forcing Alice to her knees with a single fluid motion. Now the rabbit girl towered over her, massive cock jutting out mere inches away.

"Leaving so soon, cutie?" Nia's tone was laced with cruel amusement. She pressed her equine dick forward until the damp tip brushed Alice's nose, making the smaller girl shiver. An overpowering musk filled Alice's senses. Her mouth watered.

"I-I..." Alice stuttered, mortified with unexpressable yearning.

"You have a choice," Nia purred, gripping Alice's jaw. "I can see how badly you want this. You're practically drooling." The rabbit girl slowly slid the slick, Feminine scented head of her cock along Alice's trembling lips, nearly making the girl mewl. "You can kiss it. Worship it. Let yourself become mine...or you can go."

Alice gasped, Nia's dominant aura suffocating her. Every fiber screamed to submit, to desperately lap at that glorious shaft. But could she really accept this twisted proposal? Hand over her free will? She hardly knew this rabbit girl...yet something primal in her core ached to obey.

Nia's ruby eyes narrowed. "Decide. Now. I'm only offering this once." She ground the bulbous tip of her cock more insistently against Alice's shuddering mouth, pushing slightly at the seam.

Alice whined high in her throat. Did she have the willpower to walk away? Did she want to?

"Make a choice Alice, I won't judge you either way."