Roxy, Nicky, and Akane had been delving together for almost a full month, now. After the first week, Nicky stopped hiding her sexuality from Akane, and then asked Roxy for some modifications to their sleeping arrangements.

And so it was that, on an evening like any other, they prepared for bed in their now-traditional way.

"God I love my life," Roxy muttered, sliding her magically lubricated cock into Nicky's ass.

"I'm- ahhhn,- a big fan, too," Akane said, as Nicky slid her own cock into Akane's pussy. They'd experimented a bit, and found that omegas, due to lacking cocks and therefore prostates, also lacked much of the capacity for deriving proper sexual stimulation from anal sex. They could still enjoy it, depending on other sensitivities and their personality, but even though Akane did enjoy anal- which was a little uncommon among omegas- it still wasn't really a reliable way to make Akane cum. Which had been a shame, up until Roxy figured out how to make a plug that would fit Akane's pussy to hold all the cum inside.

"I'm very happy to be included," Nicky added. If it weren't for the enchanted cockring Roxy had given her, Nicky likely would've had trouble holding up to the twin sensations of fucking Akane and being fucked by Roxy.

"Mmmn... everyone ready?" Roxy asked.

"Yep!" Akane chirped.

"Mhm," Nicky said.

Roxy set a relaxed tempo with her thrusting, which Nicky matched in the opposite direction. When Roxy pulled back, Nicky thrust forward, and vise versa. Akane, despite being on the end, with nobody to thrust into, still felt obliged to match the tempo, bucking her hips back into Nicky, and matching Roxy's rhythm almost exactly.

Which, if Nicky was being honest with herself, tempted her to sit still and let the others control the pace, becoming nothing more than an elaborate condom for her lovers to fuck each other through.

But, well. They'd tried that a few times, and generally found it unsatisfactory.

So Nicky kept thrusting in time with Roxy, wrapping her arms around Akane and playing with the omega's sensitive chest. Akane loved having her tits fondled, and Nicky would be lying if she claimed she didn't also enjoy it. Both giving Akane that treatment, and receiving it herself. Which, thankfully, she soon was, courtesy of Roxy.

After a month of living together, everyone had more or less run out of grand revelations, and while nobody was averse to talking and conversing during sex, it was happening less often. Tonight wasn't the first time that nobody had really said anything between the moment Roxy started thrusting and the moment someone finally came.

Tonight, it was Akane who came first, her orgasmic squeezing and tensing finally managing to overcome Nicky's enchanted cockring and setting off Nicky's own orgasm. And not long after, Roxy, having heard both of her submissives moan loudly while feeling the telltale convulsive clamping of Nicky's ass on her cock, finally popped her cork as well.

As everyone wound down from their orgasms, breathing heavily, Roxy sighed happily, squeezing Nicky's tits in delight. She was very glad to have won that argument.

---

"This is everything," Nicky said, later that night. "We've done our best to match things up into full sets, of which we still have a lot, but we still have some stragglers that should probably just be auctioned off on their own."

"Fair enough," the Guild clerk said, nodding. "So, some rough valuations... A delve slot in our Level 6 Growth Dungeon is generally worth 100 gold, and with direct trading- which takes a lot of time- a delver can typically accrue a full matching set of growth gear in four of those. Therefore, generally, most delvers will be willing to pay, on average, four hundred gold for a full matching set. You've got fifty full matching sets here, so that's a rough estimate of 20,000 gold revenue for those alone. The remaining mismatched pieces will fetch something, but not enough to be more than a rounding error."

Nicky didn't cough or choke on her surprise, this time; a day of eight delves in a Level 6 Growth Dungeon netted 1,000 gold in coins and commodities on average, and she'd been doing that for thirty days straight. The most impactful information being given here was that the Growth gear she and Akane had been accumulating this whole time was worth about two thirds what their haul of commodities had been worth, bringing them to a monthly revenue of about 50,000 gold. Which, split two ways, meant Nicky's share went from 15,000 to 25,000.

"Now, the Guild charges a 10% commission for its auction services," the clerk continued. "Are you willing to accept this?"

"Certainly," Nicky said, nodding. "I'm no Merchant, anyhow. Ten percent seems very fair. Although- could you give me, perhaps, a more precise estimate as to how much the mismatched pieces will sell for?"

"Roughly fifty gold apiece on average," the clerk said. "With twenty two of them... ah, yes, I see your thinking. Those alone should cover the commission for the full sets. Do bear in mind that commission is calculated from actual revenue, not predicted revenue, but yes, I do expect you will still fetch a pretty penny for all this. The next auction is in three days- we hold them every month. We usually do not have fifty full sets of Growth gear on offer, but our newsletters spread quickly, and I'm sure we can draw a crowd."

"That's good to hear. Now, where do I sign?"

---

"Alright," Roxy said, having finally finished off the boss with a steak knife, because she felt like showing off. "Let's hope this is our lucky run. C'mon, c'mon... Yes! Three chests! Oooooh, I've got an excellent feeling about this, girls!"

"Well, open them up, then," Nicky said.

"Alright, middle chest is the biggest, let's save that for last," Roxy said. "Left chest... a Blacksmith Class Unlock, a full set of Growth gear for a blacksmith including an enchanted hammer and anvil, and a reasonably sized cache of bronze, iron, titanium, cotton, linen, and leather. That's more or less enough for a Level 6 to take the Blacksmith class and get it on-level. I need to get a real chest to put this shit back into, that would make an amazing gift for an aspiring blacksmith. Hey, Nicky, weren't you planning to take Blacksmith?"

"I did take Blacksmith," Nicky said. "However, I didn't like it, so I refunded the class at Level 2, and have no interest in taking that chest."

"Fair enough. Akane?"

"I'm good," Akane said. "I don't really like crafting either. You can keep it."

"Alright. Right chest... oh huh, a Miner Class Unlock, full set of Miner Growth gear, and the first three tiers of Mineral Nodes. Huh. Iiiiiinteresting. That's two Class Unlocks, when people only have two Class Slots by default, the first of which fills with their free class when they come of age. So... in the middle chest, I think I might've just gotten very, very lucky!"

"Don't count your loot before you open the chest," Nicky warned.

"Eh, fair," Roxy said, shrugging. "Still, there's gotta be something good in here, right?"

"Good relative to a Level 6, sure, but you're Level 14," Akane pointed out. "You killed the boss with a steak knife."

"Fuck it, I'm just opening this thing before we argue in circles about what should be in here for an hour," Roxy said, opening the latch and jumping back as the lid popped open on its own.

Standing there in the chest, arms stretched up above her head, was a foxgirl with absolutely zero clothing on, revealing her to be... either a short alpha who lacked a knot and was a bit bustier than usual, or, far more likely, a run-of-the-mill beta.

"Oh, okay, that also makes sense," Roxy said.

"Would you please share your insight with the rest of the class?" Nicky asked, staring at the foxgirl as she primped and posed. "What the hell is this?"

"Oh yeah, you two are still Level 3," Roxy said. "Right well, every five levels, you unlock a Familiar slot. A Familiar is a feral monstergirl that you bind to your own System; this gives her a more-or-less randomly-generated personality, along with two semi-restricted Class Slots, which can never grow higher than two levels below your level."

"So, they wouldn't be super useful in a delve, but they'd be really useful as support staff?" Akane asked.

"Exactly!" Roxy said. "Except that they don't automatically get XP when you do, and still need to grind up their Classes the normal way, which means a Level 5 Druid getting her first Familiar to do Alchemy will need to spend a lot of money on a Class Unlock for Alchemy- because Familiars do not get a Class for free- and also the gear needed to do Alchemy and all the components required for their Familiar to grind up to the point where they still aren't as good of an Alchemist as that Level 5 Druid's friend, another Level 5 Alchemist."

"...So they aren't really useful as support staff," Akane said.

"Familiars are broadly considered an indulgence, by the typical delver," Roxy said, nodding. "It's not your time, or the time of your partners, being spent on whatever it is your Familiar is doing, nor is it your slots, but it's still your money being spent on what they're doing, and the economics rarely work out that a subpar crafter you don't have to pay for their time is more efficient than a proper crafter you do."

"Fair enough," Nicky said. "So... this monstergirl hasn't been bound yet, has she? Can we just... hrm. I was going to say 'sell her,' but..."

"Oh, feral monstergirls aren't even remotely sapient," Roxy said, waving dismissively. "Selling them is no different from selling cows or sheep. But! Since monstergirls weren't included as an exception in our contract, I've gotta ask if you girls mind if I keep this one."

"...Wait, what?" Nicky asked. "Why?"

"I value in-house crafting classes that I don't have to pay for," Roxy said with a shrug. "I also think she's cute and want to pet her ears."

"...Fair enough," Nicky said. "Go ahead."

"See if you can get her to join our relationship!" Akane encouraged.

Roxy approached the fox-in-a-box, and extended a hand. The foxgirl, acting on instinct, reached out with her own hand, clasping Roxy's hand in a firm grip.

"Whoa..." the foxgirl said as the Familiar contract was born. "Huh. So, you've got two girlfriends?"

"Last I counted, yes," Roxy said. "I'm Roxy, but you seem to already know that. You?"

"Lisa!" the foxgirl chirped happily. "It means 'fox' in a language spoken far from here! Hey, can you have three girlfriends?"

"Go on," Nicky said.

"I guess so," Roxy said. "Wanna kiss?"

"Later," Lisa said, stepping out of the chest and getting on her knees. "I wanna suck your dick first."

"Randomly-generated personalities, huh?" Nicky asked.

"It's guaranteed to be- oooh,- something you can work amicably with," Roxy explained, as Lisa's tongue eagerly ran along the underside of her freshly-freed phallus. "I was not expecting this, though."

"I'm a Dungeon reward for styling on the boss as hard as you did," Lisa said with a shrug. "You get better loot that way."

Before Roxy could ask any follow-up questions about Lisa and her apparent knowledge of how Dungeons worked, Lisa swallowed Roxy's cock eagerly, lavishing it with uncommonly skilled affection, and wrapping it with an uncommonly long tongue.

"Ah fuck she is good at this," Roxy gasped, eyes squeezing shut. "Mmn. Fuck!" She reached down and rubbed Lisa's ears, delighting in the silky soft texture of her fur, and the way those adjectives applied so differently than they did to the silky soft texture of Lisa's throat.

"So, styling on the boss gets better loot," Nicky said, contemplatively.

"Such as, say, a non-martial class killing it with a steak knife," Akane noted. "I wonder if it'd apply to, Iunno, a pair of Level 3s clearing the whole Delve while the Level 14 took a nap?"

"Possibly," Nicky said. "It's something to try, but... maybe sometime after Roxy's had enough time to help us gear up to the point we could actually attempt this. We may have Level 6 Growth gear, but that gear scales down when worn by Level 3s, which we will be stuck as for as long as Roxy is contractually obliged to support our crawling."

"Mmm, point," Akane mused. "Still, if we can amend the contract, then we can maybe stretch this out for longer. Maybe we stumble on a way to grind out Class Slot Unlocks more reliably... or maybe we just get a whole bunch more fuckable foxgirls and have to start selling them."

"A shame," Nicky said.

"Maybe I should take Rancher, so I can keep all of them," Akane mused. "Start myself a Dungeon-grade Familiar breeding operation. That'd be fun."

"Hrm... possibly," Nicky allowed. "It'd be a good source of ingredients, too."

"Yeah, Roxy's current setup is restricted to purely herbal potions," Akane added. "And while I understand why she'd want to gear up her Familiar with Blacksmith and Miner so that she can add even more capabilities to her home setup, I can't help but feel like it'd be a better idea to get a Rancher on-staff."

"She's Level 14, and she said people get a Familiar slot every five levels," Nicky said. "Provided she doesn't have a second Familiar already, she should be able to put Rancher on the next one."

Roxy let loose a low, quiet, strangled noise as she came, hilting herself in Lisa's throat and knotting the amorous foxgirl's velvety mouth as she sprayed cum into her Familiar's stomach.

"Oh shit, that was... holy fuck," Roxy said, gasping for breath. "Whoa! You two have got to learn her technique!"

"We'll see what we can do," Nicky said.

"Also, we think you should get a Rancher," Akane said.

"Eh, maybe... eventually," Roxy said, panting. "I don't... really use animal products... in bulk. Ah, fuck, that was... nnnh. Thank you, Lisa. I'm very glad to have you."

"Hey, also, we should amend the contract to account for your foxgirl," Akane added. "Maybe something to grind out some XP to level up her classes to 12?"

"Yeah, we can manage that, probably," Roxy said. "Looking here at her stat sheet... Says she's got Quick Learner 5, and requires half as much XP to level up. Which should probably help speed things up a lot."

"We would also like the gear and training necessary to take on this Dungeon without relying on your active assistance," Nicky added.

"Should be pretty easy, once we've got Lisa up to speed," Roxy said. "Let's go home."