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The little elf girl, sat up in the tree munching on an apple, her creamy white legs swinging from the branch. She looked to be no older than 14, at a height of 5'2. Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, which managed to droop to her lower back. She had a pair of large, curious green eyes which were adorned with a set of long, elegant eyelashes and displayed an adventurous nature. Her plump lips were of a light pink and they glistened in the sunlight from the moisture of the apple.

While her body was the very definition of elegant and noble, the clothing she wore said the opposite. Upon her lithe figure was a pair of leather knee high boots with a slight heel, a pair of shorts which did little to cover he fair legs below her butt, and a rough cotton top that ended right below her chest. She also possessed a small cloak, belt, and a backpack, but they hung from another branch nearby.

"Alright Kyrie. Let's go." She told herself as she collected her belongings from the branch to her left and hopped down from the tree. Her knees cracked as she landed, causing her waking body to stumble forward, but the act was otherwise graceful. She wrapped her cloak around herself and set out through the woods.

Kyrie soon made her way to the town of Bersi, which had been ruled by the k'nyu of the Kyaka Empire, but had recently been occupied by the human forces of the Kingdom of Varnim. The k'nyu were a feline race, similar to their elven and human counterparts except for their large, sensitive feline ears, bushy tails, and long whiskers. They were also quite small, the tallest of them only reaching 5'8.

The town was surrounded by war tents. Human soldiers in full plate armor patrolled the outskirts, diverting those who wished to enter the town to a large tent by the road.

"Halt! What business do you have here, long ear?" The knight leading the blockade asked her.

"I am Kyrie Eliswyen, famed adventurer and explorer!" Kyrie answered, ending her introduction with an elegant bow. To her annoyance, she was met with mockery and laughter.

"Alright alright," He hushed his men, "Go to the tent by the road to sign in. I hope you aren't here to cause trouble, as so many of your kind seem to be." The knight glared in disdain.

"I promise you won't even notice me, I'll be gone by morn' if all goes well!" Her words were accompanied by a bright smile, but the knight wasn't having any of it.

Kyrie approached the tent, peaking inside. It was around noon, so the tent was packed with travel-worn traders looking to enter the town for a profit. The shorts that accented her behind and the considerable sway Kyrie's elvish hips as she walked in drew the eyes of most of the soldiers who stood guard inside the tent. After hours of waiting on line, signing papers, and explaining herself she was finally able to gain entry. Unfortunately, the toll required for entry took all of her remaining gold.

The town was a lot more militarized than the last time she had visited. Human patrols, led by knights and wizards, marched through the streets and rummaged through homes. The native k'nyu of Bersi has looks of humiliation and defeat upon their faces. The usually overcrowded markets were near empty, save for a few food stalls. Kyrie made up her mind to go the local pub to ask if there was any work around town, although she was doubtful she would find any here.

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As Kyrie neared the pub, The Flying Junk, she made note of how loud it was inside. No doubt it was filled to the brim with human soldiers. Kyrie peaked her head through the door, confirming her suspicions. She entered, and squeezed her way through to the barkeep.

Sitting down in one of the elegant stools, she asked the human soldier running the bar, "Hey is there any work around here?"

He took a while to reply, as he was mixing and examining the k'nyuan drinks. "Well not that I can think of besides, mercenary work of course..." he finally looked up at her, and his tone of voice completely changes. "My, my, aren't you a young one. I may have some work for a pretty little lass you." He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was eyeing her up, but Kyrie was only slightly bothered. "Var! Get one of those old k'nyu uniforms from the back!" He called to one of his feline coworkers. Kyrie didn't like where this was heading.

Soon enough Kyrie found herself changing into a uniform a few sizes too small. It was your average barkeep wear, a coarse dress which put emphasis on the cleavage and legs. It consisted of a white linen top with a leather corset, and a short, wide green skirt. They also brought some thin white thigh high socks, and everything was tied and adorned with brown ribbon. It was nothing out of the ordinary, except it was made for a k'nyu. Kyrie struggled to fit into the clothes, and she realized the skirt barely concealed her bare butt and her modest breasts practically spilled out of the garnment.

Kyrie had no time to protest as they rushed her out into the pub with drinks in hand. She went from table to table, enduring the lewd jeers of the patrons and the occasional stray hand wandering up her skirt. Soon enough, things began to escalate.

The straying hands of the pub's rude patrons gained a newfound vigor once they realized the immense beauty of the elf serving them. To Kyrie's disgust, a pair of rough hands reached up and pulled her top down, revealing her extremely perky yet small breasts.

She couldn't help but moan as the big men fondled and sucked on her nipples. The stimulus on her sensitive elf body quickly wore down her resistance, and she didn't complain when others turned their attention to the inside of her skirt. She felt a tug on the ribbon of her clothing and felt it completely fall away. A soldier began to work his big meaty finger into her tight little cunt.