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Bedsprings squeaked as a pregnant Connie was mounted by her 60 year-old ranger husband.

Captain Carlos Tomas Velasquez growled his grizzled lust into his young wife's ear as he bred with her. For once, he didn't have any of his canine soldiers, it was just him and Connie. Most of them were on leave with their own families right now. So one could imagine the old fox's frustration when there suddenly came a knock at his front door.

"Captain Charles Velasquez!"

He growled, "Hijo de puta!" He hated his English given name, and he hated being interrupted before he could bust an early morning nut. The knocking persisted and the fox got out of bed, "Wait right here!" He told his wife. He stormed out of their bedroom without even bothering to cover his wagging erection. He opened the front door, "What!?"

The city official who stood outside his cabin, surrounded by armed officers, did not even flinch when a naked male fox screamed in his face. The badger merely wiped the vulpine's spittle from his tunic while also gesturing for one over-eager weasel on his right to stand down. "Are you Captain Charles Thomas Velasquez of the county rangers?"

The fox stood as his cock receded back into his sheath, "I prefer Carlos, but yes I am... He."

The badger took the time to size up the fox before he took out a scroll and put on his reading glasses, "Captain 'Carlos' Velasquez of the forest rangers, you are here by placed under arrest for aiding and abetting native peoples in illegal activities, now... The law forbids us from interfering with their activities, barring they should pose any direct threat to our community, however, you sir are a citizen and an officer of the law yourself, so you should expect retribution."

The fox felt he was being scolded like a naughty pup who'd been caught with his paw in the cookie jar. He loathed that feeling. "So do you take me right now with my sheath out, or don't I get to dress myself first?"

The badger affixed his reading glasses, "Out of respect for your years of service, I will allow you to get dressed, but one of my officers and myself will accompany you... I can't particularly trust you not to run, now can I?"

Velasquez glared at the badger, "Muy bien."

The badger raised an eyebrow.

"That means very well!" He shouted before holding the door open for the officers.

The badger nodded, quickly pointing out one officer then gesturing for the rest to stay. The badger and that over-eager weasel went inside after the fox.

Connie covered herself when her husband came in with two strange males, one of whom was armed, "Mi amor, what is going on?"

The badger addressed, "Please madam, as much as it pain me to interrupt... Whatever you two were doing before we got here, I have to do my job. Your husband here has chosen to involve himself in illegal activities."

While he explained to her, Velasquez was making the weasel help him get dressed, because he wanted to embarrass the soldier for interrupting his maritals . When the weasel was pulling the fox's pants on for him, the old fox offered the obvious rookie an all too personal look at his balls up close.

The young weasel blushed like a virgin when he had another man's nutsack nestled on the bridge of his muzzle.

The badger was quick to reprimand him, "Velasquez, behave yourself, unless you'd like your balls crushed." The official brandished a black cane with a particularly large diamond head, perfect for crushing balls.

The fox scoffed then pulled his pants up himself.

Constance tried to intervene, "Please, officers! What has my husband done that you are accusing him of doing?"

The badger explained while Velasquez put on his shirt, "Your husband has been privy to illegal activities involving the native peoples of this region and while we normally stay out of native business, we are urged by one of the Fuchses themselves to handle this matter. And not only illegal, but downright unethical treatment of a blue jay native named... Justin is it?"

Connie gasped, "That nice native boy who we had at our table last month? Carlos, what did you do?"

The fox sighed while he let the ferret button his shirt, "What I had to..."

She got up, "What? What did you have to do?"

The fox stood strong, "For you, for our future, for an end to all of this endless fighting in these woods! We do everything, we protect these people and we never expect praise for our job! And I'm hardly paid enough that I can keep you safe, that I can have a real house where I can keep you and our child, Constance! I've lost one love to this damned forest, I won't lose you! If it means the natives developing, joining our modern society and tearing down these damn trees, then I will do it!

Constance stammered, "You do this... For you first wife? The one you murdered yourself!" She threw it in his face.

The badger straightened, "Murdered your wife?"

Velasquez shouted, "It was not murder! I did not murder my Libertada and how dare you turn that on me! She asked me... She wanted to die... And I helped her."

The badger intervened, "That's enough! I don't really care. We are not here to solve a homicide, we are here to take you in for interrogation about this village chief, Nestor."

The fox growled, "Nestor is helping this region, and you... You who are happy to spend your semen at your town brothels feel you have some say about a whole village opening as a brothel."

The badger pointed his cane at the fox, "I said, that is enough!"

Velasquez growled before he quieted and let the badger and weasel take him out before his wife.

...

As that was going on, Justin woke up to find himself sandwiched between one otter and one stoat, both of whom had leaned on the warrior bird's broad shoulders and used his plumage for their pillow.

Beneath them, the wheels creaked as the stagecoach they'd chartered took them through the country.

Justin was at apprehensive the first time he'd been put in one of these. He had never seen an actual non-anthropomorphic horse before. Two large stallions pulled their heavy coach, driven by a foxhound with a nice smile, but bad breath and some missing teeth.

This was not his first stagecoach ride. That was with his former master, Fritz Fuchs. Then, he was nervous about being made to sit in a small wooden box with little room and uncomfortable seats, but a little signature sexual coaxing from his master calmed the bird.

This time around, Justin was calmer just watching the countryside roll by while his traveling companions slept.

He chuckled.

Alice had first been highly reluctant to have Fuchs' teenaged nephew ride with them, especially during her vulnerable period, but she'd eventually warmed up to Irving. She still remembered the nights she'd let him eat her pussy, remembered how good he was at that, but was quick to remind him she was Justin's so... He'd have to ask Justin.

Irving got to know Justin over the past few days since leaving the embassy. He learned of the bird's penchant for casual flirtation, no matter one's gender.

Justin had opened up considerably since that first time waking up in bed with his best friend, Orion. Then, he'd been embarrassed about spending himself with another male, something he'd never considered before.

Now, as he got pulled into more of this sort of activity and lifestyles, he could say... He was definitely a different bird than he knew himself to be a year ago. Is it a good change for him, though? Instead of just Kali, now he's experienced immense affections for Maureen, for Orion, for Ben and Fritz, now Alice and possibly Irving too. He had fallen in love with numerous people now.

Irving grew to like Justin as a big brother, and Justin vice versa. Justin never had a brother himself, both of his parents felt one child was enough for them. There were rarely any couples in the village with more than two chicks. Not like these mammals who had large families, especially Fritz being one of five sons, three of whom were married with kits of their own, one unmarried like Fritz.

Justin had had the opportunity to meet each of them during his time there.

Heinrich was the oldest and certainly most serious of them, as a state governor he had to be. His wife was a loud shrew of a stoat that consistently whined about the dust in Fritz's embassy, except for when he could get her alone, then her only words to him came out as exclamations.

Irving's brother had married a white mink whom he'd met on his travels, while Gertrude remained unmarried with Irving's two year-old whelp. Not many males were eager to wed a female who already had another male's child. Justin found that a silly thought.

Urien was the second oldest, married to a feisty tayra who loved to openly show the affection they shared even after having had three cubs together. She was also seen flirting quite a bit with Fritz at times. Justin had certainly stood guard for his master when he conspicuously took her for a "private tour" of the embassy.

Karl was the third; his wife was a wolverine who shared the tayra's secret infatuation for Fritz. Justin certainly started to see a pattern with his master and his brothers' wives.

The pervy stoat even got into that mink's panties while Irving had his brother distracted with a drinking game they used to play. Consequently, she became pregnant shortly after that visit.

When it came to cuckolding his family, Fritz certainly got around.

Frederic was the youngest and only sibling who remained unmarried, but only because, the wife he'd picked had vanished half a year ago. He wouldn't say much else except that she'd had this other suitor who wouldn't stop pursuing her, even when Frederic had paid him to leave her.

Justin flashed back to the present when he heard Irving yawn. He looked down at the teenager. He was a handsome young fellow, and if Justin really looked... He could definitely tell that this was his master's offspring. He noticed they had the same markings over their eyebrows.

He wondered if Irving would ever be the relentless sex hound his father was.

Irving nuzzled Justin, "Are we almost there yet, Justin?" The youth said with his nose pressed against the adult male's neck.

Justin shrugged, "I could check."

Irving yawned, "You do that." Then he went right back to sleep.

Justin leaned out the window to address the driver, "Driver! Are we any closer to Wiesel Stadt?"

The foxhound drank whiskey from a silver flask then burped, "Yeah sure... It won't be long now, lit'l birdy!"

Justin leaned back in to find Irving and Alice embracing each other in their sleep. They looked so cute but right now, after thinking so long about Fritz, Justin felt a need to follow in his master's footsteps. He whispered softly to the sleeping otter, "Psst, Alice!"

The otteress yawned as she began to wake up, "Yah? Whadizit, Justin?" She spoke in the language of the sleep.

The blue jay chuckled, "It sounds like someone here needs a little pick me up..."

She heard him speaking, recognizing Fritz's flamboyant dialect in his voice, "Oh no, Justin... Don't you get started..." She opened her eyes and saw her avian lover's pants come down, revealing his slit to her.

The jay bird winked to her, "I can still smell heat on ya, honey... You don't want Irvy to smell it now do you?"

She hesitated, "Uh... I thought we agreed not to do this when he was in the same space with us..."

Justin grinned, "Well look at him, he's fast asleep, dead to the world, I'm sure we could get in a quick bout before we make it to town."

The foxhound driving could hear them; he was both repulsed and intrigued at the prospect of some young'uns about to have sex in his carriage. Granted, he'd be the one to have to clean up the mess but... They were still miles away from their destination, he'd let them have this. So the hound unbuckled his pants and petted his bare sheath in preparation.

...

It wasn't but five minutes later when Irving smelt that damned smell, that smell that kept getting him into trouble everywhere he went. He remembered where he was and he opened his eyes and got an eyeful of Alice's swollen pussy.

The teenaged stoat felt his pants tighten right away as he watched Alice's hindquarters flex while he noticed the otter's head bobbing at an angle over Justin's lap. Irving looked up and his heart skipped a beat when he realized Justin was looking at him.

The blue jay winked at him while he guided Alice up and down on his tapered length.

Irving watched until he saw Justin make a subtle gesture with his beak.

Justin made a silent licking gesture before looking right down at Alice's ass.

Irving got his message. He very carefully reached his paws across and he put his paws on her hips.

Alice felt it, but Justin kept her at her current task of pleasuring his bird cock.

Irving pulled her closer as he climbed down off the bench he'd been laying on. He took a deep whiff of her plump pup factory, then he let his young tongue glide directly over her womanhood.

The otter jill squeaked her sudden surprise. She stopped what she was doing then saw Irving with his muzzle at her rear. She didn't need to look any further to guess where he was, she felt it as he kept licking her. "Ir-ving... What?"

Justin petted his new mate, "Alice, let him have his fun. He's a growing boy after all."

She couldn't believe the words he was saying, he was starting to sound like Fritz, but then... Why wasn't she as creeped out and why was this kid so good with his tongue?

Irving kept lapping the plump otter pussy and sucking on its ridges; the teen had learned his craft well thanks to his uncle taking him to the brothels. He licked Alice like an expert, like he'd done those few times before when they'd peek on his uncle together.

Alice went back to her task of sucking Justin's conical shaft while Irving continued sucking on her privates.

Irving wanted to try more; his sister used to like it when he licked her asshole. He knew not all girls were crazy about it, but...

Alice squeaked again when the adventurous teen took the risk, sinking his tongue in her pucker.

Justin chuckled, "Damn..."

Alice's pretty hazel eyes rolled back as she felt that naughty stoat lick out her asshole. She clinched her legs as she felt her juices explode from her vulva.

Irving quickly lapped up the otter's sticky juice, felt his cock raging for that otter pussy, but this was one his friend, the only friend he knew at the embassy.

Justin saw the dilemma in his eyes and kindly pulled Alice from his crotch, "Alice... Irving looks like he's about to pop... Wanna help him out?"

She looked at him. It occurred to her that out of the times he'd helped her before, she'd never returned the favor to Irving. Alice turned around in the cramped carriage, then had her mouth on the stoat's cock, while she could feel her avian lover rubbing her butt now.

Irving just let Alice use him how she wanted while he watched Justin thrust in her from behind.

Alice always thought she would be repulsed if she ever found herself like this with two males using her, but... These males, she trusted them, and this teen cock did taste wonderful.

Justin and Irving were both careful in how they held Alice while they used her vulva and mouth respectively.

The foxhound driving the carriage had already made a mess twice on his bench from jerking his meat while listening in on the threesome riding in the back.

Justin, who'd already been on edge, was the first of the trio to erupt inside Alice while Irving hissed through his own climax.

Alice felt in heaven once both of her mates had filled both of her ends. She felt the warmth in her uterus from Justin, and the salty gift from Irving as the otter swallowed. Alice took all her males had to give, then went one step farther, kissing Irving and offering him a taste of his own seed.

...

Velasquez sat in a cell while the bird was on his way back to Wiesel Stadt, and then to Volaria, the bird village.

The captain was locked in with nothing but the clothes on his back, a bed with springs poking his body and a privy in the corner.

He looked up when he heard a key hit the lock on his cell.

The badger stepped in, "Are you ready to cooperate, Mr. Velasquez? I can assure you, if you show full cooperation, I could convince the courts to go easy on you and just put you to hard labor for the next 30 years. It's better than being put to death, especially for not having committed the murders yourself."

Velasquez shook his head, "It wasn't murder, it was necessary. The old village chief was a relic, keeping the tribes separate which only breeds distrust. And now, Nestor has provided new homes, new opportunities, that village is thriving and this city is flourishing from the downfall. We've helped everyone here by exterminating that chief who was so determined to keep his people in the past."

The badger nodded, "And you see no wrong in this? You see there is nothing wrong with telling children that they have to start whoring themselves to complete strangers for pocket change? I've heard the things from the people around here. There are as many people who don't like what those birds are doing."

Velasquez remained resolute, "Then do you want to be the one to undo their progress, Officer?"

The badger frowned, "Selling goods, food, clothes, things people actually need, that is progress, not asking the people to degrade themselves."

Velasquez shook his head, "This is illegal for you, but you allow whores in the taverns, you don't bother the whorehouses in the city."

The badger scoffed, "They are legitimate businesses and they know not to involve children in their activities; our laws have been lax, but we still must to maintain the authority."

Velasquez sighed, "Are we done here?"

The badger nodded, "Yes... You have told me more than enough, so... I'll keep to my word and make sure your years of service are taken into consideration." He turned to leave.

Velasquez sat down. He didn't want to go to prison, he knew there were likely many criminals that he'd put in there himself waiting to get back at him. He needed to get out; he needed to see his child be born.

...

The trio had managed to clean up most of their mess and get their clothes back on by the time the coach pulled into Wiesel Stadt.

The foxhound pulled his wagon to the station before he climbed down to let them go.

Justin and Irving both got down on their own while the gentlemanly hound helped Alice step down.

Justin paid the driver for his hard work, but the foxhound was kind enough to charge only half what the drive was worth.

The trio went looking for a spot to rest up after their long ride.

Justin remembered the tavern he'd stayed in the last time he was here. He led them there with Alice at his side and Irving trailing with their bags as usual.

Irving kept getting distracted along the way.

Wiesel Stadt was of course a city of many weasels and that meant many jills coming into heat. Most stayed at home with their spouses, others who weren't as fortunate to be married had to occupy themselves, to distract themselves from the burning of their sexes.

For a 17 year-old stoat, this would be an immense test on his character. It wasn't long before a dark-brown fisher waved to him from her second story window, "Hey there, little cutie!"

Irving blushed and tried desperately to keep his dick on a leash.

They eventually made it to Iomer's Tavern.

Irving could finally have a sigh of relief. There were more weasels here, but most of them were male.

Alice thanked herself she had Justin because she didn't think she could trust even herself around all these mustelids.

Justin led his friends to the front counter.

The goat, William saw them and recognized Justin, "Well, there's someone I never thought I'd see again."

Justin tried to keep his temper even, "You mean since you and the captain pawned me off on Fritz."

The goat sighed, "Yes... I don't even know how you could be here, Fritz is not normally the type to let someone go once he's got them."

Justin scoffed, "He had a change of heart. Apparently, he actually cared about what happened to me and my family so he released me."

William sighed, "The one time that boy decides to get emotional... I guess that's how it goes. We can talk in the back." He stood and opened the little side door on the counter to let them through. He signaled one of his bartenders, "You! Watch the tavern! I may be a while."

...

In his office, which also served as his living quarters, Jarlsberg offered a seat and a cup of his ale to the travelers.

Neither Justin or Alice were thirsty, but Irving took some.

He sat on his chair, "So, Fritz Fuchs can actually be an adult... Who fucking knew?" He chuckled as he drank tea.

Irving felt he had to defend his uncle, "Uncle Fritz may seem like a heartless sex addict, but he does truly care about other people. Does he like to fuck his brother's wives? Sure! He's even got his pup in my brother's wife! But, he does have a heart underneath all of that."

Justin calmed his friend, "Will... Velasquez did everything he could to keep me from coming home, now I'm back and I will get home to Kali, home to Maureen and our kids, and I will make sure Nestor pays for everything he did to our warriors, to our tribe, to his father, and to my family!"

The goat had to pause, "Did you say Maureen?"

The bird nodded, "Yes?"

Jarlsberg scratched his beard, "Maureen Jollenbeck?"

Justin shook his head, "I don't know her last name... But she is a weasel, like these other people."

Jarlsberg nodded, "Pine marten, she's a pine marten... I knew her father." He sighed, "You've seen the sign that hangs over my tavern, Iomer's... That is her father, he gave me my first job here, he let me start selling my ale here, then he left this tavern to me when he died. I met your Maureen once before... When she came to help start the open trade from your village. She had told me that she'd lived with the birds, had her son there."

Justin nodded, "I was there long enough to see him... I think his name is Iomer."

Jarlsberg cursed, "Damn! If I'd have known... I would not have helped Velasquez! I am terrible sorry! And we put you with the Fuchses..."

Irving sat up, "What about my family now?"

The goat looked at him, "Aside from Fritz, there was only one other from your family who had ever graced our tavern. Your Uncle Frederic... He's always had an affinity for pine martens, claims they are the only weasels who could rival his beauty and he wished to marry one and bare kits with her."

Justin saw where he was going, "And he wanted Maureen?"

Jarlsberg nodded, "She was perfect for him... Of course, I'd started here after she'd disappeared into the night, leaving her home, but from my understanding, she already had a lover, Caleb Wald, a pine marten just like her. Iomer always said he'd have been proud to call that one son-in-law but... Something happened, the very something which drove his baby girl from these walls."

Irving understood, "Frederic happened..."

...

Velasquez awakened when he heard the metal boots of the city guard upon the cold, stone floor. He sat up, having taken off his tunic because of the heat in here. He climbed out of bed, then across to the privy, pretending to ignore the guards outside his cell.

That rookie weasel called out, "Captain Belasquez! Step up to the gate, now!"

The fox scoffed, "Can't an old man enjoy a quick piss first, son?" He unbuckled his pants, letting them drop in front of the young weasel and offering him another view of his naked rump as the fox peed into the toilet.

The weasel held his nose while he waited for the old fox to finish.

The ferret with him asked, "Don't we need to hurry?"

The weasel shrugged.

The fox finished and he pulled his pants back up, giving the two guards a look at his ass and balls before covering himself up. He made them wait longer as he put his tunic on.

The weasel became impatient, he ordered the ferret to unlock the cell.

The ferret did so and the weasel made the big rookie mistake of going into the cell with a convicted criminal. He put his paw on the fox, "You're comin' with us right now, Belasquez!"

The fox made his move and grabbed the young weasel, "It's Velasquez, you ignorant fuck!" He took the weasel's dagger from him and he held the rookie hostage before the ferret could make a move.

The ferret stood with his sword pointed at the fox, trying to figure out how he could save his comrade, "Velasquez! Let him go!"

The fox answered, "I will not! I am not letting you bastards lock me up with all those criminals that I helped lock away!"

The ferret couldn't find a way to get around him, this cell was very small. "You should have thought of that before you broke the law, Captain!"

The fox pressed the dagger against the weasel's throat, "I had thought of it." He made the weasel move in front of him so the ferret couldn't find a way around.

The ferret had to move back.

Once Velasquez was outside with his hostage, he turned the dagger on the ferret, "Get yourself in there!"

The ferret didn't. Instead, he thought he saw an opening and he charged Velasquez in this tight room.

Velasquez reacted quickly. He threw the weasel to the side, ducked under the ferret's wide swing then jammed the dagger in the soldier's underarm.

The ferret screamed as the fox exploited this fatal flaw in the city guard's standard armor. That thin sliver of chainmail offered no protection.

He pulled the dagger out then jammed it in the ferret's neck.

The guard spat up blood before the fox let him drop.

Velasquez heard movement behind him. He stole the sword from the dying ferret and swung in time to clash with the weasel's sword. Just briefly the fox slipped and the blade cut his face, slicing open his right cheek. He let that pain fuel his rage as he once again overpowered the weasel. He knocked the weasel's blade from him then held both heavy weapons on the rookie.

The weasel cowered before the fox, "No... Don't kill me! I was only doing my job!"

The fox grinned, "I won't kill you... If you do as I say." He gave the sword back to the weasel.

The weasel had been spared, but now he would have to ally himself to the fox if he didn't want to lose his worthless life. He stammered, "What do you want?"

Velasquez lowered his sword, "First, put your friend in the cell."

The weasel bowed quickly and he dragged the ferret into the cell. He could hear the fellow mustelid struggling to breathe as he bled out.

The weasel came out, "Now what?"

Velasquez tickled the cute young rookie's chin, "Now... I still need a hostage. Can you play helpless for me?"

The weasel gulped, "Maybe..."

Velasquez nodded, "Drop your sword, all your weapons, your armor," he slowed in speech as the young weasel did everything he said and he saw how handsome and fit the youth was underneath that armor. "Your shirt too..." He grinned, "I need you completely helpless."

The weasel took off everything exposing himself before the fox.

Velasquez was impressed with how fit the weasel was, "Now... Up against me."

The weasel blushed as he moved closer.

Velasquez grabbed him and held the half-naked weasel against his chest. "Now, get moving!" He pushed the weasel ahead of himself.

The badger had become impatient at that point. He came down in time to see his guard in the hands of that fox, "What the hell?!"

Velasquez let the weasel go.

The weasel ran forward and he punched the badger in his fat gut before he could call for the guards.

The badger fell over holding his belly. He looked up in time to see a dagger driven right into his skull.

Velasquez held the twitching badger until the weasel's dagger broke off in the officer's skull.

The city official fell dead.

Velasquez asked, "Is there anyone else waiting when we leave this room?"

The weasel nodded, "Just the rest of my troop."

Velasquez tried to think, "Can we find another way out?"

The weasel nodded, "There is a way... There's a secret passage he never knew of... We would sometimes slip out so we could have a quick smoke."

Velasquez chuckled, "Naughty boy... Shirking duties to smoke tobacco..."

...

Justin, Alice and Irving all ate dinner in a rented room above the tavern.

Irving still found it difficult to swallow, that one of his family could have murdered someone, "My uncle Frederic..."

Justin comforted the teenager, "It won't do anything to worry about that."

Irving sighed, "But I looked up to him, I look up to all of my uncles. If I didn't know this about him, then what else don't I know about my own flesh and blood?"

Justin wanted to say something about Fritz, but he kept quiet.

Alice felt she had to say something, "It can be hard when one of your own family does something you know is wrong..." She sighed, "My brother raped me the first time I came into heat around him. After that, I couldn't trust any of the men in my family. Then, I became a ward to your uncle. I had lived there at the embassy since I was fifteen, forever in fear of that one time I might slip up and let another male hurt me like that."

Irving realized how pitiful it was to worry about his uncle when Alice had had something much more personally damaging happen to her. Hearing it reminded him of his sister, "I don't know if it's the same thing... But I know my older sister took advantage of me when I knew nothing about estrus or anything like that. Mom always said it was a sin to even teach children about sex. Now I know... Gerti used me to get pregnant, now she has my son who I never see anyway." He sniffed, "I was fifteen too."

Alice held his paw, "It's rape no matter who does it to you... Or how you start to enjoy it halfway through..."

Justin sat and watched the two of them have their conversation.

Later, Justin and Alice went to bed while Irving went down the hall to his own separate room. Or he would have if he hadn't been distracted by that damned smell again.

Irving's sensitive nose picked up the scent of a ferret in heat and his hormones dragged him down the hall to a room, the first one to the left of the stairs. The door was unlocked. He cursed his instincts before he opened that door to catch the sight of a pretty light brown jill squirming nude in her bed while she fingered her swollen vulva.

She didn't hear the door open, didn't notice the teenaged stoat as he came into her room. She'd been up here on heat leave.

Irving closed the door and that got the female's attention.

She sat up and almost shrieked when she saw him, "Who-who are you?"

The stoat stammered, "Uh, uh, Ir-Irving... Fuchs."

She heard his last name, "You're a Fuchs?"

The aroused male nodded drunkenly, "Ja..."

She contemplated the possibility of having a cub fathered by a member of the most wealthiest family in this state. She removed her fingers from her pussy, laid back with her legs open then beckoned him to her, "Come over here... Irving..."

He heeded her, unbuckling his pants as he got closer. He was fully naked by the time he'd mounted her as she lay flat underneath him and ground her bare pussy against his uncut stoat cock. He wanted to have her but he needed to at least know her name, "What's your name?"

She whispered, "I'm Nadine... Now shut up and fuck me hard!"

And he did as she'd commanded.

Down the hall, Justin and Alice had become amorous with each other now. The otteress was squeaking while the bird sucked on her nipples and he fingered her pussy.

Meanwhile, Irving had his hips pressed flush against Nadine's when the jill had already climaxed, but the stoat had the willpower to stop himself from erupting too quickly. He slowed enough so he could lock muzzles with the pretty ferret jill.

Nadine kissed him back, whimpering as she felt the male pull out before he thrust up in her harder.

Justin ground his own erect cock against Alice's hip while he continued to finger her hungry vulva.

Alice contorted under the bird's firm touch, begging for him to forget the foreplay and just give what her body needed.

Justin was happy to obey her desperate cry. And while he was thrusting into Alice, so was Irving, enjoying the experienced contortions of an older female.

The stoat nibbled on Nadine's neck while he bred her, mentally knocking of a second consecutive score for this strange week he'd been having.

Nadine moaned with need, as did Alice under Justin's more experienced thrusts, both heated jills had a different male of different experience levels to pleasure them tonight.

Irving was less focused on deriving pleasure for her and more on sowing his stoat oats in another needy female.

Justin played with Alice's breasts, preened her neck, did everything to make her feel needed while he mated with her.

Alice was very appreciative of the care her avian mate took to make sure she was enjoying this just as much as her.

Nadine, who really preferred just a wild, ruthless weasel fuck really got what she wanted with Irving, nipping at her neck, clawing at her sides to make her ovulate for him. Her breasts heaved and the young male did bite them when he could reach them, but really, he wanted to mark his third female.

The two separate couples kept going in their separate rooms.

Alice whimpered through several orgasms of her own before Justin let himself go, flooding her with seed that would surely impregnate a hen, but not the lovely otter he was with at this moment.

Irving unloaded at roughly the same time as Justin, erupting inside Nadine, assaulting any eggs she had waiting for his sperm. He felt his arms go weak and he fell in Nadine's arms.

The 24 year-old barmaid nibbled on her teenage lover. She giggled when he started licking one of her nipples.

Justin rolled off of Alice and she quickly pulled his left arm around her so she could snuggle his plumage as they both slipped away into sleep.

Irving was not allowed such a respite.

As soon as she was ready for more, Nadine pushed him off of her, got out of bed then presented her rear to him, paws on the dinner table.

The stoat only had to look before he followed. He mounted her and thrust inside, squishing through his own seminal plug before it could solidify and he started round two with Nadine.

...

And as our heroes slept in preparation for their long trek through the woods, Velasquez and his new weasel sidekick had escaped the jail and were already at the edge of the town by the time the alarm had been raised.

Velasquez looked to his new companion, "You realize you're a fugitive, now that you've helped me in the murder of your commanding officer."

The weasel shrugged, "And I only just made city guard..."

The fox petted him, "Now you're as good as dead once they find you, so you'll have to follow my lead from this point, understand?"

The weasel saluted the captain, "Yes sir!"

Velasquez kissed him on his forehead, "Good boy, now... I need to get home to my wife!"

Then they were both gone into the dark forest.