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*Part Four: Bothering Otters *

The next morning Ruggan was enjoying two very pretty young rats that he'd pulled from his harem to help exhaust him into sleep. He was so virile and his stamina so great from battle and pleasure that it often required more sessions with well-versed females to exhaust him enough to gain a deep sleep. However, this morning he'd thought to indulge a little with his night time companions who were busy holding his length between them both and lapping it lovingly as their tails strolled and stroked the fox's arms and chests. One of his marten females was pouring him water for his breakfast whilst one of his polecat females was feeding him his breakfast. He was very calm and enjoying himself when the sea rat commander stepped into the tent and then froze. He lowered his eyes at the scene, his back to his master as he gently cleared his throat as Ruggan gave a grunt.

"Master... we've located an otter clan not far from here. I've already gathered troops to surround and swarm the raft at your whim. We have no idea if the otter you seek is amongst them, but I believe you will wish to give them an ultimatum first." The rat growled, knowing that his master was a wise figure and very likely to prefer to use diplomacy and save pointless skirmish if he could win with words. Ruggan gave a soft grunt and then sat up, he grabbed one of the rat females by the tail, yanking her up into his lap and grabbing her by the wrists. He held her up by them and she knew what was requested of her as she split her legs and then lowered herself onto his shaft, giving a sharp squeak of pain. She then began dipping her hips and rocking upon his cock until it slowly slid its way up into her as Ruggan just growled in pleasure to allow it as he then nodded his approval to the rat spy.

The spy scuttled out of the tent just in time as the other rat female knelt between the fox's legs and grasped her companion's hips. She began to push and rock her companion's hips, making her moan and cry out in joy, the other rat aiding her companion in being mated whilst Ruggan gripped the wrists and forced his toy to bend back, making her pinch about his shaft all the more tightly as she groaned and whimpered in utter delight. When it was not long before Ruggan reached the climax he hoped to achieve, a soft growl and a firm spray into her passage as the rat moaned and was clumsily dropped on the bed, her companion then lounged over them, lapping at her companion's soiled passage as that female moaned and lapped at this female in response.

The polecat and marten females brought Ruggan over his jerkin and his belt with his sword, brushing his fur and washing it wherever they felt he might be dirty. These two females were very good for looking after the neatness of his fur, indeed the marten was the best tail groomer around, which she did briefly before Ruggan left the tent. He marched out to join his soldiers and the Juska tribes-beasts as they began to pace onwards to their new target. They did not need to march for long and there was only a small band with them, rats and foxes and polecats that could hold their own in a battle with any otter. Ruggan and the others reached the reed beds that surrounded the raft where the otter clan were calmly enjoying the summer sunshine and giggling as they played upon the water. It looked a pleasant family but that was all Ruggan needed to see. He strolled out of the reeds on his own, as bold and brave as always as he padded to the dock towards the raft with as heavy a stride as he could manage to attract the attention of the otters.

Indeed, the otters came hurrying out with a growl of fury as they brought their weapons forward and looked about them in preparation for battle. But Ruggan was quick to make sure that his horde always kept themselves downwards and hidden in the reeds so that none of his enemies could see them and suspect an attack. Of course, otters were clever and knew that he was unlikely to have arrived upon his own, but with their eyes not good enough to see the stealthy rats and other vermin hidden down and armed with bows to take out their enemy swiftly, they were cautious. Indeed, as Ruggan stepped upon the ramp up to the barge, his tail lifted in dominance and his eyes vicious and curiously hypnotic, the chieftain gave a soft growl and then eyed the otters up, snorting that the Skipper was not present, but then Ruggan's nostrils pinched. Amongst the otters nearest him and brandishing a slingshot was a female, from the age of her she was likely to be the Skipper's mate... perfect for him to make his point.

"I am Ruggan Bor, Chieftain of the Juskabor tribe... I have come here in search of a missing member of the clan I have now absorbed into my own. He is curious in being an otter and bearing the tattoos of the tribe of Sawney Rath. As the only otters in the region, I believe he might have come to you to seek his heritage... bring him out to me now or direct me to where he is and no blood will be spilt." Ruggan stated with his nonchalant but strong tone, his eyes locked upon the female who was clearly starting to quake under the power of his eyes. It pleased him to see her looking so weak and anxious, it told him he had indeed chosen the right target to stare at and he wagged his tail. The scent of his natural musk was wafted towards her and he could see her whiskers twitch, her nostrils dilate, and the curious little ripple of excitement shoot up her fur to make it ruffle slightly. She was intrigued by his scent and that meant she would be swiftly overcome once he had her in his paws and the fox gave a soft growl. "He is known as Deyna or the Taggerung... there is said to be a birthmark upon his being... any information you can give would be welcomed."

"What does a fox brute like you wish of an otter? Why would we ever surrender one of our own?" This female otter spoke ahead of the others, she was suddenly crouching and looking more anxious on her paws, unsure whether to just charge forward or run away. That uncertainty was pleasing and her brave words were amusing to Ruggan as they proved that this female was indeed the Skipper's mate. It was true, they would not usually surrender one of their own, but that intrigued Ruggan to hear that they described the otter as one of their own and not a former Vermin. It practically told him they knew everything he needed to know as the female otter hissed at him, slapping her tail against the wood in warning. "Leave now... or we'll take that golden coat from your flesh!"

"Strong words... but you're right, it must seem strange to you beasts that only live and love amongst your own kind. But we 'vermin' as you claim live in harmony together and we do respect our own. The boy was adopted by my predecessor and disappeared before I took over; as adopted by the Chieftain I cannot claim my rightful place as leader without bloodshed unless I defeat him in a simple wrestling match, as is tradition." The fox was lying and anyone who knew him could tell, but to the otters that heard no shift in his tone and saw no smile fall upon his lips, only a stern, cold and unpleasant dominance, it was impossible to know. Ruggan knew that these otters would be intrigued, they probably would not believe what he said but he was not the kind to back down and he was very capable of battling any of these otters. "If the otter has renounced the tribe, I must know so that I can secure my claim... all I seek is information... I do not wish to fight."

"That is all you will have though, fox!" The female otter barked in fury and one of the younger males darted at him with a javelin. The otter slung the spike but with a swift swing of his sabre, the wooden shaft was slashed in half and fell before his feet. Then he spotted the stone flying towards his face, he shifted to the side, his fur gently brushed and a few creamy strands from his pale cheeks knocked free before he gave a growl. The female otter had launched at him with a spear and with a snarl he swung his paw up to grab it, holding it firmly and bending his legs, pushing his paws into the earth to ground himself as the female otter began to waver. Her balance was off and when she tried to twist free, Ruggan dropped his paw from the spear's pole and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck. She gave a bleat as the fox threw her to the ground and then brought the sabre blade to her neck as he snarled towards her cohort who froze in fury.

"Give me the information... that's all you have to do to spare her life and yours!" Ruggan stated when the otters looked to charge, the Skipper finally showing himself as he bolted out of the barge with a vicious shrieking bark. Ruggan just clicked his paws, his soldiers firing a line of arrows to sit like a palisade wall between himself and the bridge the otters were to cross. Then the second line of archers stood up, all of them stoats and ferrets with sharp eyes and vicious expressions as they measured up the enemy and the other otters froze. The skipper hissed in fury and Ruggan just growled at them, repeating his request for information before pushing the female otter onto her knees. He pushed her face to his stomach, and she scrabbled and hissed but her nostrils flared in excitement at his dominating scent and Ruggan was glowering at the Skipper. "What do you know of The Taggerung?"

"We know only that once there was an otter cub who went out with his father one day and only the father's body was found. That is all we know of a lost otter pup." The Skipper stated, his eyes harsh but there was something in them that told Ruggan that the otter knew more. He gave a soft snarl and the fox grasped hold of the clothing upon the otter maid, shredding it off with his claws as the female gave a bleat of shock. Her husband darted forward, but a carefully aimed arrow landed right in front of his webbed feet. Ruggan pulled the female otter back up onto her feet, one paw clasping her bosom, massaging it as she moaned as the other dropped lower but did not seem to move. He stared right at the skipper again and repeated his request, but the skipper hissed. "You wouldn't dare... you are disgusting, wretch!"

"If that is how you chose to respond, then I will dare." Ruggan stated, his eyes flickering with utter cruelty, the true expression of a predator that made the Skipper gasp in horror as Ruggan spun the otter maid around. He hitched up her legs, pulling her up onto him though she slapped and tried to push away from him. Suddenly his jaws were about her throat, he was snarling furiously as he gripped her in place and she trembled in utter terror as she felt the fox's cock slide up from the sheath and then his paws pulled her open to accept him. The sudden stinging heat of the thick cock stabbing right up into her caused a loud scream before she was soon growling, moaning and gasping almost with a deranged voice as the fox just pushed his hips upward without needing any kind of support.

His troops were grinning at the sight, pleased to see that their master only had to take control of any situation by revealing his gall and they'd never known anyone brave enough to defile a Skipper's mate like this. As Ruggan thrust firmly into her, she grasped his shoulder and started to loll her head backwards, moving her hips suddenly in line with his. Ruggan would have grinned but it could have killed her as he felt her body loosening around him, becoming more welcoming, moister, warmer and all the softer for his intrusion. She was moaning and groaning, the horror and pain suddenly lost with a lower sound of utter joy as she then lounged backward. With a drunken expression as she was overcome by the firm pounding into her body and the fox was drawing out nothing but pleasure from her being, her eyes were suddenly locked upon her husband. She was looking towards him as if to tell him he was never this good. This clearly startled the Skipper and he gave a sudden bark of fury.

"Alright... alright... yes, we met the Tagg... we removed his tattoos and told him the story of his childhood. His mother and younger sister are still alive, but we have no idea where he has gone. He was being chased by a stoat and last we heard; the stoat had claimed to kill him. That is all... please release my wife!" Ruggan grinned in delight as he looked across at the terrified Skipper and listened to the moaning otter within his grasp. He did not really want to pull out now, not when his knot had barely formed, but he had promised and swiftly he pulled her from him though she gasped in horror and then he dropped her upon the floor. She gave a grunt of frustration, but remained lying there with her arms up, her mouth drooling from delight and her crevice not only so wide it looked like it would take months to get back to normal, but it was already seeping her pleasure. She was staring up at him longingly, wishing that he had kept going and then Ruggan gave a snort and turned to leave with a firm shake of his paw.

"Enjoy your day... I'm glad you eventually saw things my way..."

"It was rather disappointing... sometimes though, keeping your promises are more important than gaining satisfaction, wouldn't you agree, Ermath?" That evening, Ruggan was sitting within his tent being fed by one of his favourite stoats whilst Antigra was at his feet on a chain being encouraged to clean the dirt from the reeds out of his paws. She was looking humiliated and furious, but she was going to do the work because she did not want to be out of earshot of this conversation in case it pertained to her son Zann. Grissoul was also present in the room, sitting opposite Ermath as the younger vixen was grimacing and snarling over the presence of the other females. She was utterly desperate for him to mate her again, but Ruggan was more concerned by the matter of the Taggerung. "As long as the Taggerung is out there, he poses a threat to my position and though I am not one to hunt if I do not have the scent of my quarry, this matter is concerning."

"If the Skipper's information is correct than its far more likely that the stoat went after him and has probably killed him. If you kill a Taggerung you take his powers, so you should be looking for that little vermin." Ermath growled in frustration, watching the way Antigra's soft rounded ears twisted in her direction and she hoped Antigra was angry. Ermath did not like this female one little bit, in fact she wanted the piece of filth skinned already for her continuous reluctance around her master and that face of hers. Antigra always looked at Ermath with a face that said she knew the female's time was running out and she couldn't stand it. However, Ruggan was ignoring Ermath's words, his eyes firmly locked upon the wretched old female as Grissoul stared into her folded paws and then gave a soft sigh.

"I will perform a ceremony and try to gain a vision, but my own heart believes that the manner of the otter is to seek its family. This youngster was always troublesome and if he knew he was taken away because of his mark, he would seek his family. I will see if the otters were lying completely and just spewing information, or whether perhaps the infamous Abbey beyond Mossflower is the dwelling place of this Taggerung." Grissoul stated firmly, she'd already informed Ruggan that as the vixen to have predicted the Taggerung to Sawney, she felt utterly responsible for where he was and what he was doing, which amused Ruggan. He was thankful that she was being so respectful and swiftly Ruggan stepped away from his females, throwing Antigra's chain firmly around a spike on his throne before stepping over and stroking Grissoul's cheek, his nose sniffing at her fur as she growled lovingly towards him. Ruggan was intrigued, she almost smelt like she was in season.

"Give me a prediction... and I will give you what you crave in thanks, Seer Grissoul." The words alone made Ermath's jaw clench in fury to see her Chieftain giving such favour to this other vixen, this other Seer. It was practically admitting to her that this female was usurping her position and Ermath snarled towards Grissoul viciously. The elder vixen pulled her ears back, showed off her teeth but then turned to Ruggan and bowed her head. She stood up from the ground and then with a soft bow and a gentle flutter of affection from her eyes, Grissoul turned about and departed the tent to go and find the information he requested. But immediately Ermath turned around and gave a snap of her teeth.

"I still believe that we should be focusing on that stoat brat... he'll know exactly where this otter is and if he is as pathetic as the others of his tribe claimed him to be, than the otter will be alive for you to kill sire and he'll know where. Why don't you send the spies out to search for him?" Ermath snarled in fury, but Ruggan just stepped back to his chair and ignored her completely. Ermath snarled again, noticing the way Antigra had turned around to stare at her with a curl of her lips as if to attempt to fight her. Ermath was so irritated that she stood up and marched over, kicking Antigra to the ground and then lifting a clawed paw, ready to slash her face until suddenly the stoat slung the chain about the vixen's neck. For a moment the pair wrestled with one another, until Ruggan grabbed Antigra by the scruff and Ermath by the ear.

"I believe that the Gruven kit will return to us soon, he does not know I am the new chief and when he does, I will test his abilities. Do not assume you're the only one that has been considering all options, Ermath." With that, Ruggan pulled the chain about Ermath's wrists and then looped her about the edge of his chair. She snarled and snapped at Antigra for sitting close to her again, their jaws inches from one another and then Ruggan gently undid the lock that kept Antigra chained up and beckoned the other stoat female over. "I am still unsatisfied... entertain me in a different battle... the first to make the other scream out in ecstasy, will gain my favour and wine this evening... the other will return behind the curtain."

Ruggan stated calmly and with both females free to just bolt off if they wanted to, the stoats turned to look at each other and Antigra's mind was already ticking away with fear for her son. If she were to run away and escape this, she was unlikely to meet up with Zann in time to warn him not to go back to the tribe or to find some way to protect him. Plus if she stayed here and got closer to Ruggan, she might get the chance to poison him or strangle him with her chains! But at the same time, there was something about the golden fox that scared her and aroused her all at once. The things he'd done to her and awoken such pleasure and joy within, though she'd kept such things secret for so long, Antigra was not sure she quite wanted to leave his side. Besides, she guessed that it would not only be wine offered, but the chance to humiliate that damn vixen even more...

...Antigra was more than eager to have a chance to make that bitch jealous!

Before the other female knew what was to happen to her, Antigra grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her to the ground. The stoat hissed at her attacker until Antigra kicked her legs between the others and then angled herself at a point where she could start giving this female the pleasure she knew she'd want. Antigra pushed her hips and her bare form against that of the other's, rubbing her hips gently up and down to encourage some kind of reaction. The other female gave a slight groan and then suddenly her paws launched within Antigra's fur, searching for her sensitive teats. The older stoat gave a sharp gasp as this other clasped her bosom, teasing and pinching her nipples into hardening as Antigra's body rubbed and rocked against the other female. The sensation against her nipples was too much and Antigra never liked to lose, so she dropped her paws to the other's chest and then began to feel for her teats.

Antigra was shocked, this female barely had them, stating she'd never even once bred and yet she thought she could out do Antigra and make her holler first? What foolishness, Antigra may not be interested in being with another female, but she was not going to be beaten by some whelp with no experience of being a true female. Antigra growled, her paws snatching the teats she could, rubbing them to make them straighten and the female's hips buck as she gave a squeak in response. Then Antigra began to grope and squeeze the whole area, massaging and stimulating the other so she gave a soft whimper and then Antigra gently pinched her teats. The female gave a strangled sound of pain, dropping her paws from Antigra as the elder stoat then began to rock her hips faster, urging her straining clit to keep pinching and squashing against that of this female's making her moan and tremble and Antigra growled.

This foolish little wench, she'd no idea about her body and no control either, so overcome by the pleasures of the fox's scent that she would be defeated. Antigra twisted and pinched the nipples, making the other female jolt and jump beneath her before Antigra let go and then leant backward. She hooked her hind paws about the female's hips and then angled herself better so that each movement meant the lips of her form grazed against the clit of this female. She had to move fast with rhythm but accurately and she leant back watching that little pink bead redden and strain as the other female began to yelp and gulp in her building orgasm. Finally, Antigra hit it just at the right angle to make the female give a gulp and then to suddenly spray a little juice onto Antigra's form as the female then seemed to crumble into a quivering, shuddering heap as Antigra slid free of her.

Antigra sat herself down with her knees bent and apart, heaving and gasping, her ears flat and her expression aggressive towards the wobbling little female that now stank of her own pleasures. Antigra could not believe what she had done, but she had won and to her surprise, Ruggan's paw pushed a cup of wine to her and Antigra took it willingly. Then the fox stepped over to the female upon the floor and then lay over her, she looked up at him with loving eyes as he then shuffled to sit over her face. Suddenly she was moaning and sucking, her paws up as she suckled at his testicles and stroked his length, moaning and sighing in utter joy. Antigra snorted softly as she took her wine, savouring it with great relish and almost moaning into it. But though she wanted to ignore the fox, her nose was twitching as his pheromones began to spew out of his body and overwhelm the tent. Suddenly, the wine had no taste but of him and she was drinking in his scent. Ruggan pulled himself off the female, she was whimpering in upset because he had not finished, but his arousal was huge as he sent her back behind the harem and then knelt in front of Antigra.

She almost hissed protectively over her booze until Ruggan's paw gently stroked under her chin, making her tremble in excitement before suddenly his lips pushed to hers. She gave a moan of surprise, her whole body suddenly burning with an intense desire, her whole being filling with a passionate kind of love she had never felt in her life. Then when his tongue caressed the inside of her mouth, Antigra felt ever strength within her fail as Ruggan pulled back and then gently rubbed at her ears. She stared up at him lovingly as he then kissed her again, a paw to her shoulder as he beckoned her to lie down and she did. But then, Ruggan's lips and tongue were roving her tender nipples and her paws were stroking his fur. She could have bitten him, pulled his ears, maybe even throttle him and yet his tender motions as he kissed her chest made her sigh and moan in pleasure as his nose nuzzled down until he reached her swollen pussy.

His tongue flicked teasingly over her clitoris, making her jolt and sigh in pleasure before he then leant forward to kiss her again. She was ignorant to the tease of her own privates upon his tongue, just letting it rove within her mouth to fill her more with this joyful sensation. Then his mouth was back to lapping at her neck, kissing and then scraping his teeth against her neck to make her moan and shudder in joy. She moaned as he then shifted himself to the position to not just mate her but actually make love to her... right where Ermath could see and she was fuming as she remained chained to the bed.

When he penetrated, Antigra gave a soft moan, not from agony or fury, but utter joy to feel its hot, dripping form slip into her body and bury itself within her. His movements were slow and steady, his hot breath rolling over her shoulders as he nibbled and nipped at her shoulders and her scruff. She gripped her arms about him, moaning and sighing lovingly as the golden fox moved in and out, filling her with utter pleasure and delight as she stroked his muscular shoulders. Ruggan gave a soft sigh of pleasure, loving the way her body moistened around his form, covering him in a precious lather that only encouraged his form to pinch and swell with joy. He hooked about her tightly, growling softly into her ear that she felt so beautiful and Antigra moaned joy as his motions lured out an ecstatic orgasm to make her whole body tremble around his form in utter delight. She continued to moan softly before Ermath gave a bark of fury.

"She can't have your cubs... but I can! Please..." Ermath growled and Ruggan gave a groan, pausing and then kissing Antigra softly before nuzzling her cheeks. He withdrew his dripping form, her pleasures before nuzzling at her and lifting the stoat up. He carried her to his bed, pulling the sheets back and informing her he would join her for the night and Antigra was swooning. She'd never known such attention from a male, such affection perhaps and all previous thoughts of trying to kill him, of even thinking of the fate of her son was gone. Ruggan though growled as he unchained Ermath and then kicked her onto the ground. She gave a grunt but then froze as he lay over her with a vicious snarl, his teeth grabbing her scruff and shaking her roughly as she gave a whimper.

Then Ruggan shifted himself into position, pulling her up onto her knees and she gave a sudden yelp of shock as Ruggan then fixed his paws around her waist and then penetrated. Before Ermath was even able to cope with her master, he was hammering into her with his already hardened form and she was grunting and whimpering from pain before the pleasure finally kicked in. Then, finally, she was moaning and making strange yodelling sounds as she tried to breathe properly and make note of her pleasure as her knees were scrubbing against the floor of the tent, the fur being scraped as Ruggan hammered in hard. The dog fox was snarling and biting tightly on her scruff as he pounded himself into her, irritated that she was still showing such misbehaviour.

"You are going to stop acting like a jealous little cub, Ermath... if you ever interrupt me enjoying myself like that again, I'll dislocate both your legs, tie you to a frame and just fuck you over and over for the rest of your crippled existence!" He snarled into her ear as she gulped and hiccupped, her body drowning in pleasure though her hips quaked and her whole form felt weak and exhausted. She groaned a response, it was unclear if it was even a yes but Ruggan took it as such and sat back on his knees, he pulled her back to sit onto him and she moaned loudly as she felt the full extent of his phallus impaling to the edge of her womb as she so wished. "Last time so keep it well."

"Yes master... I swear..." Ermath gasped, her body quivering with pleasure for his form pumping into her still. Then as he managed to get her into this proper position, he pumped his form upward with firm loud grunts, almost barks as Ermath barked in response, yowling and almost howling in the pleasure of her crevice being forced to slide and hop up and down the great shaft, her pleasure the only thing making her move smoothly upon him. She was moaning, whining, almost screaming as tears spilled down her face for the drumming of his form against the neck of her womb and Ruggan growled furiously as the motions finally forced her form to stretch wide and drop down onto his knot, snagging it tightly and making her suddenly threw her head back against his shoulder, yowling like a wild beast as she felt the tug, the tear and yet she was stuck.

Ruggan then stretched himself back to the bed, looking his head up to turn towards Antigra and she was quick to move. Swiftly the stoat shuffled off the bed to the beckoning arm, lounging and nuzzling against his chest, breathing in his scent and nuzzling into it. Gently Ruggan teased her little round ears, making her sigh in pleasure before Ruggan's paws slid down to her slight bosoms. As he groaned and wheezed from his seed pumping steadily into Ermath's form, he teased and squeezed the stoat's breasts to make her sigh and moan happily beside him. He never liked to be idle when he was stuck in a tie and thankfully, Antigra was now so overwhelmed by his scent and his domination that she would never go against him again and that was perfect.

Ruggan then stretched himself back to the bed, looking his head up to turn towards Antigra and she was quick to move. Swiftly the stoat shuffled off the bed to the beckoning arm, lounging and nuzzling against his chest, breathing in his scent and nuzzling into it. Gently Ruggan teased her little round ears, making her sigh in pleasure before Ruggan's paws slid down to her slight bosoms. As he groaned and wheezed from his seed pumping steadily into Ermath's form, he teased and squeezed the stoat's breasts to make her sigh and moan happily beside him. He never liked to be idle when he was stuck in a tie and thankfully, Antigra was now so overwhelmed by his scent and his domination that she would never go against him again and that was perfect.