Fun facts. As of March 2010, there have been 10 "Season 1" missions and a single sample mission. Of those 11 missions, a full six of them have 'kicked off' with both Dash and Catrina, usually just the two of them and occasionally with others as well. Additionally, Dash and Catrina have each kicked off two missions as a solo, or a co write with someone other than each other.

This is one of those missions that starts off with just the two.. and a guest NPC. Catrina has been wanting to really go down a few bases with Dash for a while, so to speak. The relationship with Dash and Catrina has been shaping up since she debut in one of his pieces, and it's seen definite ups and down. This one falls under 'up,' big time!

It wasn't long til Sebastian, sweating from a long workout, returned with a handful of logs for the campfire, his shirt unbuttoned. He was whistling something and he walked.

Catrina watched him from her hiding place, giggling as she looked up and saw her bikini now tied to one of the supports of the tent- the two pieces flapping in the breeze like small flags. She let him put down his load and work to get another fire started, though her own fur kept her plenty warm, and she was looking to get her Dash hot soon. She crept from her spot as he worked, totally in the fur, her muscles easily visible even beneath their covering of fur. She stopped for a moment, judged her leap- and pounced him!

"Caaa!" Dash started to protest as she landed on top of him, pinning him next to the fireplace. Dash blushed as he looked up at her. "Someone's frisky today!"

“Mm Hmm...and someone left me all alone in bed this morning. I wonder what he can do to make up for it?” Cat laid on top of him, rubbing her body against him, bare chest to furred. She then licked at those ridiculous spots that a man has, knowing they would send chills up his spine for her.

Dash feigned shock and offense. "Before I've even had a chance to give Españolola breakfast?!"

Catrina stretched and whispered in his ear, telling him exactly what he could do with his horse- but only if he did the same to her first.

Dash blushed heavily. "In this weather? I'd cramp up like crazy!"

Catrina purred, grinding against a spot further down his body. "Cramp up on your horse." She licked at his collarbone. "This time, no ex mate, no demons, no Orbs.... you have no escape, Sebastian Dash...."

Dash smiled slightly. "You say that like I'd want to escape."

She purred and kissed him soundly and deeply before raising back up, grinding into his crotch with an incessant and unmistakable rhythm, the early morning sun illuminating every curve of her body. “Sebastian Zebadiah Dash... do you love me?”

 Dash winced. "Alright, *WHO* told you my middle name?!"

Catrina looked puzzled. “I thought YOU did...”

Dash shook his head. "Not me.. the only one that knew it was.."

Catrina tilted her head. “Who?”

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you." Dash laughed, then kissed her on the lips! "Yeah.. I do love you, Catrina. I figured you would have guessed that by now."

Catrina giggled, still grinding his lap- and what she now clearly felt in response. “I did, hon. Long ago. Hush.” She straightened up, although her motions did not cease, her eyes looking forward. “I...I am Catrina, of the Whiteclaw clan. I hereby swear before the Goddess that I love the man Sebastian Zebediah Dash, and have chosen him as my mate.”

"Gee, what will Cattaras think?" Dash asked in a playful, deadpan voice.

Catrina smacked him, if lightly, in the chest. "We...we will share both the good hunt and the lean, the rainy season, and the dry. We will share both the plagues of life... and the pleasures." With this she glanced down at him, smiling, her face fur matted. "Especially the pleasures."

"Slow down, kitten," he said with a laugh. He leaned up to kiss her. "Would you really want to be tied down?"

She looked down at him, smiling. "To you, yes. Forever."

 Dash run a hand over her back, gently stroking it. "Don't you ever get cold, kitten?"

She purred and closed her eyes. "My...my winter coat is in, I have plenty of fur." She smirked. "Besides, a little cold right now is nothing compared to the Heat coming up." She ground into him a bit more, but without the vows.

Dash smiled, unable to resist running a hand down her back, even as he teased her. "Does this mean you haven't noticed the sounds of company approaching? Or that you just don't care if we're being watched?"

Catrina leaned forward, kissing Dash deeply, the way she was insuring that any visitor would get a grand view of her from the ass end. “Guess....”

Dash gently put a hand on her shoulder, indicating it needed to take a breath. "Shocking. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd almost swear you were a...."

She purred. “Please, I give out better than any Seaside town street skank.” She nuzzled him, ignoring his hand on her shoulder. “And if you'd let me, you'd know that.”

Dash smiled widely. "But Catrina.. your present is here!"

“Mmhmm... and just waiting to be unwrapped and played with.” She gave him another slow grind, her tail sticking straight up in the air as she did so.

The messenger cleared his throat, loudly! "All behold the messenger, for I am.. THE MESSENGER!"

Catrina looked behind her, giving him a good once over while applying one of her fiercest 'get lost' looks. “He's mine. Besides, I don't think Dash swings that way.”

He ignored her. "And I, the messenger.. have brought you .. a MESSAGE!" The wind seemed to catch his big hair, which made him look like a resident from the faraway lands, "The 80's." Dash would have facepalmed if it wasn't for Catrina on top of him.

Catrina rolled off of Dash onto her back, looking at this... thing. Letting him see the state she was in- naked and wet- as well as the results of her playing with Dash. “This had better be good.”

He turned his head up, proclaiming his delivery to the Gods themselves- all three. And possibly Catrina's goddess. "Catrina of Loathing, your clan has favored you with this rare and expensive gift package!" From a Teflon bag, he pulled out a delicious looking chocolate box.

Catrina stood and walked over to the Messenger, letting Dash enjoy the show as she moved. She could feel his blush and she suddenly felt mischievous. She glanced back at Dash, then took the gift from the Messenger, wrapping her body around him and giving him just as hot and bothersome a kiss as she had been giving Dash, then breathing in his ear. “Thank you.” She then returned to Dash- giving the Messenger the same show..

"For I am.. the" then he fainted and fell over.

Catrina giggled as she remounted Dash. “You see? I bet he delivers to those skanks all the time and that never happens. Now, lets see what we've got here.” She opened the box.

"It's a delightful mix, perfect for any hunter!" that annoying voice announced. Dash turned around and did a double take as the messenger was standing there, as if nothing had happened. "A club modeled after the newbie weapon of Bjorn, the most legendary of Seal Clubbers! ... lubbers... lubbers.. bers..."

Catrina ooo'd as she pulled the weapon out of the box. It was obviously of fine make, and she gave it a few swings before setting her glance to the Messenger with a smirk.

"Bjorn's Seal Clubbing Club!" he announced proudly. "Ahh, and yet there are three more types of items in there for you!"

Catrina sighed and put the club down, looking in the box again. It was obvious that this clown would never leave until he was done.

"Isn't it exciting?!" he proclaimed as she pulled out the next item- a steel looking hammer that was obviously much larger than it needed to be. “OOO!” she purred..

Dash looked amused, and more than a tad surprised. “Geez.. do you sit on it or something?"

THIS was something that would get Catrina up off of even Dash. She brandished it as a woman who knew what she had in her hands- a +3 Giant Hammer of Kawaii Jerk Boppage!

As a side benefit, she found the delivery dweeb was standing a full extra ten feet away. "And you're only half way through!" he said loudly.

“I've been looking EVERYWHERE for one of these!” She smirked at the Messenger, then released the hammer- and it disappeared, just as she knew it would. She picked the box up and looked in it again.

Where'd the-" Dash started, but he was cut off as she pulled out the next item. A.. large bag of seal oversized teeth.

Catrina set the bag down with a smile. They would come in handy in a pinch. She looked in the box once more.

"Ohhh and the final and greatest item of all!" The messenger announced.

Catrina's eyes sparkled as she pulled out the skirt. It was waaaay too long for her tastes, but she knew where they could cut it down, cut her a tail hole...tighten it's fir around her ass."

Dash blinked. "Huh.."

“It's a leather skirt. Bit too long but I can get that fixed.” Indeed she was seeing an entire outfit- using the scraps from the tailoring to make a vest and perhaps a few other pieces.

"Actually, it's otter skin!" the delivery boy proudly, loudly stated! "And I was also asked to advise you there are two very important tasks posted on the clan messageboard, in our headquarters, that you two should see!"

Catrina turned, meaning to pounce and thank the Messenger properly- again. But when she did he wasn't there.

Dash did a double take. "I guess letting us know what's on the agenda now wasn't on his to-do list." Dash's eyes were still on her pile of swagger. "That's the package I picked up before the attack on the Knob Goblins. I'd have just given you it when we met in town, but Prince Blahking wanted to look the package over first. Plus.." Dash smiled slyly. "I was having so much fun at the time, I forgot."

Even though the two of them had somewhat patched up their differences the mention of his name still caused a slight growl from her. “Why did he want to do that?”

Dash shrugged. "To make sure they'd sent all the rewards and didn't shortchange us. Someone said something about inventory, as well. It looks like it cost a pretty meatsliver."

Catrina nodded, reluctantly going over and getting her bikini. “This had better be good.”

Was fun writing up the 'gifts' for Catrina. Next chapter, Shamus gets involved in things in his own unique way.