Ashtyn - The Whorigin Story

This is an origin story for my character, Ashtyn Bedfellow. It takes place towards the end of his time as an indentured servant, acting as a whore for the Fox Den, in Sableport's Gilded Row. Are you one of his clients? Another one of the Den's whores? Someone looking to see the fabled Golden Tail of the Fox Den? Or are you here to lift him form perdition? You decide.

Pronouns: He, Him

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Height: 4'3", 5' with ears

Weight: 70 lbs

Fur Color: White

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Bright Blue

Age: 20

Chest Size: Flat as a board

Cock Size: 9", with an anatomical Sheathe

Full Name: Ashtyn "Goldentail" Bedfellow

Clients & Acquaintances:

The Madame: Padrona, The Mistress of the Fox Den, is a voluptuous brown-furred dark-haired shrew with a keen and calculating eye. She rules the Fox Den with an iron hand, and wields sexuality like a cleaver. She trades in freedoms and secrets, and loves nobody as much as the power they can give her. Much better, in Padrona's opinion to rule from the shadows without the burden of responsibility that comes with capes and crowns. She isn't a whore exactly, but she does sometimes allow patrons to visit her in exchange for secrets that could topple governments.

Samantha Talbot: Sam is one of Ashtyn's most regular clients, and a walking contradiction—equal parts sexy and savage. She has gray-colored fur which is often streaked with dirt, blood (not always hers), and sweat from brawls. She has a fiery red mane tumbles past her shoulders, often braided or tied back messily before a job and she has bright green eyes that always seem to be looking for trouble. Sam's battlefield attire is as bold as her attitude—glimmering golden plate armor scavenged from fallen champions, reforged to fit her like a second skin. She wears mismatched pauldrons, chainmail beneath a low-cut breastplate that shows off more than just confidence, and thigh-high leather boots strapped tight for mobility. Her crimson cape flutters behind her like a war banner, tattered at the hem and always stained with something—mud, blood, or victory. When off-duty, she strips down to wrappings and linen shorts, never quite dropping that warrior edge. Sam is one of t