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Behind a wide curtain wall of dressed stone, the city of Karagard hid many wonders, and its bazaar was one of the best known ones. The city was built looming over the delta of the Yanish river which ran like an artery through fields and pastures, gathering in its tributaries and helping float all sorts of goods to the city’s marketplaces. And what the river couldn’t provide, the Karagard harbor did.

The bazaar was a thing to behold, offering anything a person could desire as they made their way through a network of paths meandering among the merchant’s stalls. Or rather it would be, tomorrow. The fifth and sixth days of the week were market days, but the fourth was an affair of its own. The bazaar was a wide-open stone-paved space, but Gabriel was standing by his cart on hard-packed dirt in an area that on the first and fifteenth of the month served as the city’s cattle market. The hard-packed dry soil still held the rather pungent aroma of the last one, but the discerning individuals moving from cart to cart were trying to sniff out deals rather than dung.

This was the merchant’s market, where traders themselves met up to enrich their inventories before either tomorrow’s bazaar or moving on to other venues. There was no loud hawking today, no goods piled high on stalls to catch the wandering eye. People moved with purpose, and occasionally the lid of a crate or barrel would be opened. The haggling was brisk and hard as experienced merchants sought the best deal they could hammer out.

And in spite of his waifish build and clothes that favored style over simple utility, Gabriel felt at home in the hustle and bustle. The circumstances of his birth were likely humble, but the rat had been little more than a babe when he was adopted by very well-off parents. Well educated, well mannered, naturally extrovert and at the risk of being vain - handsome bordering on beautiful, Gabriel had plenty of advantages when bartering. And in the case of a particularly hard… that is hard_headed_ trader, he wasn’t averse to putting his charm to good if unsubtle use to gain an advantage.

“Hey! You’re… ughhhmm…” called out a loud, crude voice belonging to a loud, crude woman towering over Gabriel as she tried to remember his name. The rat, unfortunately, knew hers.

“Gabriel. At your service…” he said politely, offering his hand to Toba, the badger woman towering over him.

“Gabriel! I knew I remember you!’ she said, ignoring his hand and choosing instead to muss the gray hair Gabriel had brushed so carefully that very morning.

“To what do I owe this… pleasure?” he asked, even though he was not pleased to see her and was hoping she’d just come by to say ‘hello’.

“Sellin’ the ass…” she replied, punctuating it with a hawk and a spit that made Gabriel wince.

“Aahhh. Well, no shame in that, but this might not be the best… venue. This is more of a wholesale market…” he said, even though if Toba was prostituting herself it might very well count as wholesale.

Badgers were generally a stocky bunch, but didn’t stand as tall as the scruffy female in front of him, nor did their limbs bulge with quite as much muscle. Then again she might not be all badger, especially since she was often called Toba the Mongrel. Not very feminine, as figures went, nor could Toba boast a girlish waist, but the heavy bust packed into a worn leather jerkin that couldn’t quite lace up might tempt someone who wasn’t too picky. But even they would have been put off by the raucous, braying laugh that Gabriel’s comment inspired.

“No, not my ass! This’un right here!” she said, moving aside to reveal a donkey loaded down with a hodge-podge of gear. “When it comes to the other kind of ass, I'm more of a buyer!” she said with a leer, but from what Gabriel had heard she was more interested in freebies, and wasn’t too picky when it came to sex, age or even number of legs of potential partners.

They went through the donkey’s load with a few items catching Gabriel’s eye, and with Toba demanding outrageous sums for her ‘wares’. The young rat didn’t think of the obnoxious woman as a colleague, since Toba had either run with or ran an outlaw gang before deciding to become a semi-legitimate freelancer. She had a few things Gabriel was sure he could move tomorrow, or even resell today, but the hulking female seemed determined to erode both his patience and his profit margin.

“Look, we’re talking in circles. I can’t buy these if you aren’t willing to be flexible with the price.” the rat insisted.

“Well, if it’s about being flexible… I’m willing to… flex… if you are.” the burly woman said, pulling aside her leather loincloth and revealing a thick jet-black cock, growing not harder but longer and fatter under the rat’s gaze. A gaze that lingered on it…

Gabriel had never been averse to putting his charms to… practical use… during negotiations, especially in his early days when he hardly had any capital to speak of. He didn’t rely on his body to get him better deals anymore, which wasn’t to say he didn’t still resort to these… hands-on negotiation tactics when the need (or something else) arose. The way Toba’s cock was rising in front of him was serving to remind Gabriel that he’d just came into town after a long and lonely journey, and that the thuggish female’s offer was now worth considering.

“Yeah, though that would catch your eye. You didn’t think I’d show you my best goods first?” Toba said with a big toothy leer, less subtle than Gabriel would have liked. “Go on, take a closer look. Inspect and appraise the merchandise…”

Gabriel winced at her innuendos, but took a quick glance around before going down on his knees in front of her. His waifish form was now hidden on all sides by his cart, the crate’s he’d unloaded, and the bulk of the former bandit now looking down on him. The rat reached out with a soft, perfectly manicured hand and hefted the meaty shaft growing firm but still not enough to truly rise up. Judging by the weight of it, he doubted it would point up even when fully erect. Gabriel’s fingers could just barely wrap around the tumescent cock, his free hand reaching out to cup the heavy black balls hanging low in a smooth ink-black sack.

His whip-like tail lashed behind him as he ‘appraised’ what, in all honesty, was a pretty impressive piece of cock, even from a connoisseur's viewpoint. His hands worked reverently and expertly, fondling, stroking and squeezing and in less than a minute he had the badger fully hard and leaking like an old spigot. His nose twitched daintily on the end of his long muzzle, whiskers quivering as he brought his mouth closer to the blunt, leaking glans. His lips parted and the upper one pushed down over a rodent’s large incisors, always so cute while flirting but enough to make even burly males anxious when they see them inches from their manhoods.

Not that Toba had anything to worry about. Gabriel wasn’t new to this and had experience with shafts of all shapes and sizes, so the only thing the well-endowed female felt was the silkiness of his lips, the wetness of his tongue and the warmth of his mouth. Gabriel moaned around his mouthful as his own cocklet grew stiff, firing up and rubbing against silk underwear. A bit of a luxury, but one he was even now savoring as the smooth, soft fabric rubbed against his slender erection.

“There you go. Play with that all you want, as long as we agree on the price?” the badger said. Gabriel knew this kind of opportunism, he’d often been on the other side, but he didn’t care enough to stop.

He didn’t even miss a lick as a heavy, beefy hand settled on top of his head, even though he was annoyed that Toba was mussing up the artful tousle of silky curls. He focused instead on sliding his lips forward, going from twirling his tongue to pushing it out between his lower lip and the underside of her cock to make room for inches and inches still left to swallow. And swallow was the right word, since in spite of his long rat muzzle Toba’s glans was soon touching the back of his throat.

Gabriel let his nose open up and breathed steadily even after the hard length began to slide down his gullet until his nose met the black and white bristles of the brutish female groaning above him. The sack he was cupping rested against his chin for a moment before he began to slide back, eyes crossed to focus on the now glistening length of jet black flesh. He pulled back until only the tip was on his mouth, twirling his tongue around it before smoothly swallowing her again.

“Fuck, you’re good! I don’t mind muzzle-fucking some skinny excuse for a male when he catches my eye, but feelin’ them scream and gag’s not nearly as good as a real slut polishing my cock…” she said, missing the way Gabriel rolled his eyes. Toba might have a low opinion of him, but it wasn’t nearly as low as his opinion of her. There was only one part of her worthy of his attention, and it wasn’t her mouth.

Even though she supposedly appreciated his skill, the obnoxious brute wasn’t content to let him work his magic on her, and it wasn’t long until the hand on his head began either forcing him down until his face was buried in her crotch, or pulling him off before he was ready. When the wide hips started pumping Gabriel was forced to plant his hands on Toba’s thighs just to try and steady her tempo. Drool was dripping down his chin, wiped every now and again by the heavy sack slapping against it as the badger woman began to mate his muzzle. It was demeaning, but not enough to make the hard length straining against Gabriel’s bespoke trousers go soft. The rat just let the large female use him, preparing for the inevitable gush of warm, thick spunk either into his mouth or down his throat, and was surprised to find himself pulled all the way off, the glans slipping out and leaving his muzzle open and his tongue hanging out just past his lower lip.

“Y’know, you made some good points. Tell you what, I’d be willing to settle for less gold if you can think of something to give me in its place?” Toba said, winking as if her hint had been subtle.

“I… I have a room at the…” Gabriel began, his voice hoarse after what his throat had been through, but was cut off when Toba reached down and pulled him up.

“You think I’m walking through the town with this thing the way it is?” she asked, twirling the rat until he was facing his cart before pushing him bodily against it.

“Wait! I’m not going to… not in public!” Gabriel protested. He did have a bit of a reputation, but he didn’t need actual scandal clinging to him.

“Don’t worry your pretty little tail. Look at how big I am and how tiny you are. All anyone will see if they look out way is me pressing something up against this cart and giving it a good fucking, and I sure as shit don’t care who watches…” he said, yanking Gabriel’s pants down roughly just enough to expose his gray-furred cheeks.

Gabriel was about to protest when a pair of spit-slicked fingers probed around for a second before zeroing in on his pink-skinned pucker. The slinky rat bit his lip with his long incisors to stifle a squeak as he was suddenly entered. Toba was clearly just interested in stretching him a little, pumping her digits in and out quickly for just under a minute before she pulled them out of a slightly gaped rodent tail-hole.

Gabriel felt a thumb slip between his cheeks, pulling one apart as the other hand guided the cock he’d so lovingly polished under his tail. He bit his lip just in time to muffle himself as the hot, wet glans dimpled and then pierced his rosebud, his body accepting the obnoxious female’s cock more eagerly than her calloused fingers. The moment her tip was in, Toba drove the rest in, straightening her legs and pushing up with such force that Gabriel scrambled up the side of his cart.

Her groan drowned out his hiss at the far to sudden plunge of what he had to admit was a very attractive and very ample shaft, the kind he would have enjoyed having eased in inch by inch rather than jammed up under his tail. Granted, his expert blowjob had gotten Toba riled up and done away with what little patience the badger bandit possessed, but even most men Gabriel had bent over for had the good sense and good manners to go slow, savoring both the feel of a snug ass clenching around them, and the soft noises of the slinky rodent they were about to breed.

“There’s a good boy. Just hang on for dear life and try not to squeal too loud. Don’t –nghhh!- worry, I’mma gonna fuck you right. Gonna make sure you pop that little pouch of yours before I put a real load under this tail…” she said, grinding her hips against Gabriel’s perky ass.

The rat’s eyes fluttered at the sensation of that thick throbbing length stirring around his insides, a bit of welcome tenderness after the violent penetration. He had little doubt he’d get his before Toba gave him hers, because even just grinding her crotch against his butt was making the badger’s cock rub all the right spots in the snug confines of Gabriel’s straining ass. He felt her hulking body press tight against him, her belly pushing against his back as the crude female’s heavy tits mashed themselves against his shoulders.

He might have complained she was smothering him and pressing him flat against the wood of his cart, but her monochrome bulk would serve to hide him so he kept his mouth shut. He had a reputation as a flirt, and a very accommodating and pretty young male but he’d never gone as far as to get good and fucked in a crowded place. It would be obvious Toba had someone pressed up against a cart, but as long as nobody found out it was him, he supposed he could…

“Hhhoouuuu…” he moaned when the badger pulled back, dragging her thick cock out of the pink ring clinging to every veiny inch of it. Gabriel had just enough sense to bite his lip in time, having guessed the kind of tempo Toba would set.

The powerful muscles in the warrior woman’s legs bunched, her thrust had enough to slap audibly as hips met rump with enough force to make Gabriel scramble up along the side of his cart. He was sure he’d wind up making scratch-marks on the wood, and didn’t even want to think of what it would do to his manicured claws. Fortunately, the lusty badger was giving him plenty to think about. He’d had energetic lovers before, including well-endowed ones, and after a few deep, shaky breaths and some unfortunately loud squeaks, he managed to relax his pucker enough to let Toba move more easily.

Gabriel had several vials of scented oil that he would normally make a prospective mate work thoroughly into his tail-hole, moaning softly all the while to put on a good show. Apart from getting the lucky male riled up, it would ensure a silky-smooth penetration as a hard cock slid into a glistening pink ring. His spit on Toba’s cock and hers on the fingers that had been jammed up his ass weren’t quite as good, but the black length pistoning in and out of him was leaking the same clear juice he could still taste on his tongue, and things were getting messy enough down there to be comfortable.

But wet wasn’t the same as comfortable, since Toba was taking good… very good advantage of anything that made the thrusts of her cock smoother. She was bucking up into him, grunting like a rutting boar as her heavy sack slapped over and over against Gabriel’s firm little pouch. His own rat-nuts had pulled up, his cock leaking and twitching as the lust-crazed badger pounded on his prostate every time she shoved herself in.

Gabriel wasn’t ashamed of either his preference for males, or at least male genitals, nor of his sexual appetite, but even to him this felt depraved. His lovers, even the large and well-endowed ones with little to no manners, could at least behave like civilized males during the act. But the crude female mashing her heavy tits at the back of his head was railing him with more feral abandon than a porter or stablehand would employ, and all in public in broad daylight.

It was so stupid, so reckless… so good! Toba had no consideration, but she was well-endowed and possessed of an impressive stamina, slamming into him with an animal lust that had nothing to do with lovemaking. Gabriel was being fucked, fucked like a cheap whore against his own cart, trusting the badger’s bulk to hide him and trusting the fact that the whorish noises he was barely muffling were something no one would expect him to make.

Buck teeth bit into his lower lip as Gabriel struggled to remain quiet, knowing that any moment now he’d wind up giving his cart a fresh coat of paint. Toba was as brutish as ever, but he’d finally reached that glorious point that he didn’t give a damn how crude she was, how reckless it was to let her fuck him in front of dozens of his colleagues and how awkward it was going to be finishing up the day’s business with what he assumed would be a massive load of badger-spunk trying to leak out of his well-fucked ass.

None of that mattered as his whole being focused on the hard, hot cock pumping his rump. His toes were well off the ground by now, driven up by Toba’s savage thrusts and curling and flexing as Gabriel’s climax approached. The smooth muscles on his perfectly flat tummy danced and twitched, his face crunching up as it was pressed against the hard wood of his cart, the mass of Toba’s soft, heavy body pinning him as she huffed and grunted into his hair.

A bite on his round ear was what finally did it, and with a muffled whimper and a twitching of the tip of his tail the young rat let loose with thin streaks of slimy white seed splattering against the cart he was pinned against. His orgasm made his pucker flex around the pumping rod, and he could hear appreciative growl from above him as the humping badger felt every clench of his supple ring. For a time he didn’t even registered the movement of her cock, just the blurred sensation of fulness, friction and heat radiating from under his tail. But while he was descending from the blissful high, Toba was working herself up to her own climax, and her already brutish pace sped up into a wild pummeling of the trapped rodent’s rump.

“Told ya I’d –unghh!- make you pop… All right, rat-boy, here –fuck!- comes your discount!”

Gabriel could hear the axels creak from the force of the badger’s thrusts, masking the bizarre gurgling noises he was making as Toba’s thrusts grew shorter until she mas mashing her hips against his bruised cheeks as the mass inside him began to swell. His toes curled again at the first throb of her cock, and the jet of thick, warm cum that followed it a split second later. She groaned into his ear, mashing her heavy tits against his shoulders as she began to drain that heavy pouch into his quivering rump. The jets grew les distinct as the deluge continued, gradually changing into a sensation of warmth and then bloating as his svelte body struggled to hold in the coarse woman’s load.

Her cock was still oozing when it grew soft enough to slide out, a few drops of warm spunk managing to squirt out from under his tail before Gabriel clenched up. He could live with carrying her mess around in him, but he had no intention of making a wobble-legged dash to his room with a wet stain on the back of his pants. His business with Toba was concluded, but there was more mundane business still to be done, and as the smirking vagabond left him, Gabriel did his best to smooth his hair back into place and straighten his clothes. There was work to be done, like trying to sell on the junk Toba had just saddled him with…

*******

“I’m tired. Nimh’ia ride?” came the plaintive chirp from below, dragging Tobias’ gaze to the peculiar bundle of green fur and mischief that had, for reasons clear only to himself, followed him from the forest.

The creature he couldn’t identify and that identified itself only as Nimh’ia had come into the rat’s life quite unexpectedly. After an exhausting but thankfully non-violent encounter with some lizardmen, Tobias had been in desperate need of rest, tired enough that he couldn’t fight off the amorous advances of… he still wasn’t sure what. Nimh’ia resembled a small canid like a fox, except for the unusual color, and the cock that had been so energetically pumped between Tobias’ legs had the characteristic knot. But Nimh’ia could balance on his hindlegs with the ease of a squirrel, and the oversized forepaws that had gripped him were as dexterous as those of a raccoon.

Whatever Nimh’ia was, he’d taken enough of a shine to Tobias to stay curled up during the night, revealing that he could speak the next morning. But speaking was one thing and making sense another, and the green critter seemed to have a razor-thin attention span, especially when around a rat in heat. Tobias dressed and acted as a male, and generally passed as one, but when he was in heat his body betrayed its true nature to any nose sharp enough to catch his scent.

In spite of a one-track mind and an insatiable libido, Nimh’ia seemed to have a capacity for magic, at least in a very basic sense. Tobias had learned that when the green fey had conjured up glittering lights on the ground, a curious sight that the rat had tried to inspect more closely. He’d only realized Nimh’ia’s ploy when the critter pulled his trousers down and mounted him while he knelt staring at the little illusion, the purpose of which seemed to have been merely to give the canid an opportunity to mate.

With a sigh, Tobias shrugged off his backpack, lighter now that most of his supplies had been used up on his trek through the woods. Light enough to carry in one hand as Nimh’ia took the opportunity to leap up on his back, the large hand like paws gripping his shoulders as the hindlegs hooked around the rodent’s waifish waist. He had no idea why the creature had followed him out of what he assumed was his woodland home, but Karagard was a big city and if Nimh’ia insisted on tagging along it was best that he stay close, for safety. He just wasn’t sure if he was keeping Nimh’ia safe from the city, or keeping he city safe from the green menace chirring as it rode around on his back.

*******

Nimh’ia had been quite comfortable in the forest, alien as it was. He’d made himself at home and had enough diversions to pass the time, but he’d gotten enamored with this strange little female that he’d kept safe from the fierce lizardmen, steering the encounter away from conflict and into something more convivial. Surely, by saving her life he had a right not only to mount her but to consider her his mate? A mate that wasn’t too big for him, but big enough to give him rides when he was tired, or just when he wanted one and faked exhaustion. The rodent was easily fooled, and it was probably better that someone so naive have a clever person like Nimh’ia around to keep her out of trouble.

And the place they found themselves in now, called either City or Karagard (his mate couldn’t seem to make up her mind) looked like it could be full of trouble. It was certainly full of everything else. Like people! Not just small parties of woodsmen, hunters or travelers, but hundreds of people of all kinds. Even cubs, who more often than not stood rooted in place, staring at him with their eyes wide as they tugged on a parent’s sleeve or skirt to point out how amazing Nimh’ia was. Nimh’ia was glad to be riding his mate, because ducking around and through all those legs would have been a nightmare, and his big fluffy tail would have been sure to get trod on.

And from here he could see… everything! And smell it! There were people smells, and animal smells, and a lot of them, but also tasty smells! Not that people and animals couldn’t smell tasty in their own way, particularly females. But as Nimh’ia’s nose twitched other appetites asserted themselves. Meat, fish, vegetables and fruits off all kinds, fresh or cured, and everywhere the scent of cooking and cooked things! Roasting meat turned on spits (tasty, tasty but also hot!) or was sold on skewers, and everywhere the golden or born of baked goods. Clever were these people who took hard, bland grains, ground them, mixed them with water and… things… to make tasty treats of all shapes and flavors.

After tugging on Tobias-mate’s ears to steer her in the proper direction Nimh’ia got her to trade several round copper shinnies for several small buns filled with dried fruit and chopped nuts which the fey canid was lustily devouring after pulling his mate’s hood up so he wouldn’t get crumbs into her hair. Such a thoughtful female he’d found, and as he chewed Nimh’ia kept his eyes open for something pretty and shiny that would make a suitable gift for her and that was within snatching range.

*******

Toba was swaggering along, head held high with no regard for the press of people in the bazaar. She was counting on her stature to make others clear a path for her, and those who failed to do so in time would either get shoulder aside or bounced out of the way by her titanic chest. Yesterday’s profits were jangling in her purse and the memory of how she’d negotiated the sale was making her grin as she contemplated a fun way to spend them. It was market day and there was no lack of enticing food and drink, and Toba was trying to decide whether she should sate those appetites before looking for some company when a strange sight caught her eye. The young rat wasn’t very remarkable, but the strange animal clinging to his back was like nothing Toba had ever seen, and it seemed to be turning more eyes than just hers. A pet exotic even in a great city like Karagard must be valuable, if not priceless.

“Very fine animal you have there…” she remarked, once she jostled her way to the rat’s side. “What is it?”

“Nimh’ia is Nimh’ia!” the green creature said, surprising the badger. So this… Nimh’ia was like a parrot, one of those big fancy ones that can learn words and phrases?

“Hah! Well I’m Toba!” she said, extending a hand, and grinning as Nimh’ia clasped it with a strangely hand-like paw. Exotic and very well trained. Must be worth its weight in silver, at least…

“Tobias…” the rat said, casting a suspicious glance at the towering female now walking beside them.

“So where’d you buy it?” Toba asked.

“Him. I sort of… found him in the woods.” the rat said, seeming reluctant to go into more detail. Toba just figured he’d acquired the animal by less than legal means, something she wasn’t a stranger to.

“Huh. Didn’t figure it…him for a wild beast…”

“Nimh’ia is Guardian of the Forest!” the animal chirped proudly.

“Are you now? You know, I came to the bazaar to buy a gift for my niece, and…”

“He’s not for sale.” the rat said quite tersely. Such rude people you run into these days…

“I was going to make a very generous offer. Might at least be worth hearing me out?”

“I’d just be wasting your time. Like I said he’s not for sale…”

“Okay. So, what do you feed it?” the badger badgered, easily keeping step with the rat who was trying to walk away from her.

“Nimh’ia ate a nut and fruit… thing. Tasty!” the green critter said, swishing a luxurious tail.

“Is that right? You eat meat too?” Toba asked, and whatever Nimh’ia was, he nodded happily, clearly understanding speech. Toba scanned the nearby stalls before casually palming a still warm pasty from one.

“You should try one of these then…” she said, handing the pastry parcel into the eager paw of the strange animal.

“Please don’t feed him!” the rat serving as Nimh’ia’s mount protested, obviously quite annoyed and obviously unaware of how little Toba cared. Nimh’ia sniffed the pasty once before biting in and eagerly devoured it once he tasted the spiced meat hidden in the pastry shell.

Toba let the rat stride away, but kept her eyes on the green critter looking back at her. She followed them discreetly through the crowd, occasionally picking up and waving something tasty looking to keep Nimh’ia’s attention on her. The strange animal seemed to also have an eye for colorful baubles, but couldn’t be lured to actually jump off his rat. But Toba was determined to get her hands on what was surely a unique pet, one that would make the purse she took off Gabriel yesterday look like a handful of clipped copper.

By the time she got close Toba was sure she had the capricious critter’s interest. She held up a skewer of meat chunks and mushrooms, putting a finger to her muzzle to signal for silence. Nimh’ia’s tail swished and the big ears swiveled in what might have been some form of semaphore code. Either way the fey canid remained silent as Toba handed it the skewer, and didn’t protest when the badger pulled it off from the rat’s back and dashed with her new prize down a narrow alley.

*******

“Look, I came to you first as a favor. I didn’t think you’d be so flippant…” the badger protested, facing down the well-dressed rat tending his stall.

“Yes, I appreciate that, but I told you I don’t trade in live animals.” Gabriel insisted, and not for the first time. Or the second, or third…

“You took that ass off me yesterday! Heh, you even took it up the…”

“That’s different!” the rat interjected. “An ass… a pack animal is something I can generally use, and if not other merchants can. I had resold it within an hour. But this… whatever it is…” he said, regarding the green creature who was showing a lot of interest in the pricey goods on display.

“Nimh’ia!” the critter chirped.

“Hear that? It talks too!”

“It… talks? Is it even an animal? There are laws against slavery you know!”

“Of course it’s an animal. It’s not wearing any clothes, is it?” Toba insisted.

“What does that prove? I’ve heard that you’ve been seen buck-naked one night in Laerlige, shouting outside an inn…”

“It wasn’t an inn, it was a whorehouse, which I had just been thrown out of due to a… misunderstanding.”

“My point is a lack of clothes doesn’t prove that this… wait, where is it?” Gabriel asked before a sound of tearing cloth made him look behind him where the green creature was lustily attacking a bolt of satin, tearing off strips and rags and draping them over its slinky body.

“Awww, see what you did? You made him feel ashamed of being naked…”

“You… that’s satin! You little… shoo! Get your paws off that… Toba, you get this… thing out of there, or I’ll make you pay for what it ruins!”

“What do you mean ‘ruined’? You could still use this as handkerchiefs or…” Toba began but saw a familiar gray figure scanning the crow. “Fine. Look, if anyone asks, you didn’t see me. Or him…” she said, grabbing Nimh’ia and diving for the thick part of the crowd.

Gabriel was still looking with confusion and relief at the retreating pair when a flustered rat came up to him. “Did you see a badger carrying a green-furred animal go by?”

*******

Fortunately for the young rat, Toba wasn’t subtle at the best of times, and definitely not when carrying around a peculiar and precocious green… well, for lack of a better word – Nimh’ia. It was market day and the streets were packed, but the slender rodent had a better time slipping through the crowd than the badger had badgering her way through. He’d caught sight of a flowing green tail just disappearing around the corner into an alleyway just wide enough for hand-carts to move through. He tried the first door and wound up in a warehouse that was almost empty now that all the wares were on display in the bazaar, and in the large empty space the chirps and murmurs of the fae canid were easy to pick out. The fey animal was right there, perched daintily on top of a crate with Toba nowhere in sight, which meant…

“Gotcha now, rat-boy!” Toba growled, catching the rat’s neck in the crook of one thickly muscled arm while the other one grabbed his wrist, preventing him from going for his weapon. “You know how nature works, runt? The strong get the loot! Now, which one of us do you think is stronger, hmm?” she asked as Tobias impotently wriggled in her grip. She wasn’t actually choking him, but she was making it clear that she easily could.

“Let me go!” he insisted.

“I wasn’t the one who cased you, ratling. And if you wanted me to let you go, you probably shouldn’t have started squirming against me like that. Sweet little thing like you… enough to get a girl like me all hot and bothered…” she said, and Tobias could hear her leering behind him. He could also feel something pressing up against the seat of his pants, so he could well guess what Toba had meant by ‘a girl like me’.

Nimh’ia’s tail started to lash in alarm at the situation that seemed to be spiraling out of control. The fey creature had no concept of being stolen, and just assumed that his new big friend wanted to spend some time with him. But now this new big friend who gave him tasty treats and his current mate were fighting! And worse, he couldn’t see how it could possibly profit him! He leapt from his perch and started yipping and hopping around the pair, trying to find some way of prying them apart. A tricky prospect for something as small as Nimh’ia but it clearly felt on him to be the voice of reason in this place.

In retrospect, it might have been unwise to get so close to the two struggling figures, especially his new big friend. The big one, as far as Nimh’ia could tell, was getting quite noticeably aroused. The canid’s nose was as keen as his mind, and it had told him that in spite of the big soft breasts he’d been held against there was more to the black and white figure than meets the eye. Not that he minded. His current mate didn’t look very female and yet was, so why be bothered about this new one that looks female yet isn’t?

But the two were too busy to even pay attention to him, and after some grunting, swinging and shuffling the green-furred fey found himself flat on his back on a crate with his mate’s body resting on top of him the other way ‘round. He didn’t mind having the rat’s rump in his face, and even now his nose was sniffing and inching closer to the rodent’s fabric-covered crotch, but the precocious critter bristled at the idea of being completely passive while sex happens. He was the Guardian of the Forest which, in all fairness they weren’t in.

But during his tenure as guardian he’d proven his mettle as a male, having mounted his share of vixens, wolfesses, one pack mule, and what was either a very accommodating she-bear or one of the druids in bear form. Female after female (mostly) had lifted her tail and accepted him as a mate, and all have been left dripping his seed. The idea that he’d be reduced to spectator while another claimed Tobias-mate rankled enough to make the trapped fey growl and squirm.

He saw his new friend and (possible competitor) grab the inconvenient pants his female insisted on wearing and very helpfully tore them apart at the seams. The sight and smell of the by now familiar slit was making Nimh’ia’s sheath swell as he buried his nose into the pink cleft. He would remind Tobias-mate of the bond they shared, and demonstrate dominance in front of the newcomer.

“What the fuck is this? Are you…” Toba began but broke down in raucous laughter at the sight of a pretty pink pussy between the legs of what she thought was a pretty but male rat. And to make things better, this little green thing was eating that rat pussy out as if it owned it. “Is this a rat thing? Do your males dress dainty and lift their tails, while you girls walk around in men’s clothes? Well, I dumped my load in a rat-boy’s ass yesterday, so now I guess I get to see if your pussies are tighter…” Toba said, pushing her glans towards the pinned Tobias’ sex.

She had his arm twisted behind his back and was pressing down hard enough to keep him pinned on his green pet, nudging aside the inquisitive canids muzzle with her cock as she jabbed at the spit-slick folds. The fey canid acquiesced with a mildly annoyed murmur and settled for lapping away at the rat’s mound, making the pinned rodent squirm as his clit was getting a tongue bath while Toba’s tip pried apart his labia.

Tobias tried to break free because his pride insisted he put up a fight when his reason told him that it would accomplish nothing. Nimh’ia wasn’t proving much of an ally, and in fact the horny creature’s licks were only making an awkward situation worse. He did his best to clench his teeth and keep quiet, desperate to at least deny the gloating badger the satisfaction of hearing him…

“Eeeeeiiiiik!”

Tobias’ pride hurt almost as much as his loins as the brutish badger pushed everything she could in one savage stroke, grunting as her glans almost punched the rat’s cervix. Tobias was somewhat at odds with his feminine nature and generally only indulged his body’s impulses when in heat or when he was forced to by circumstance. He was no stranger to well-endowed males, and even Nimh’ia wasn’t the first feral the rat had coupled with, but the sadistic bitch even now groping his ass and pulling his cheek apart was both well-endowed and less considerate than a feral mutt.

“Fuck, I think you’re pussy’s tighter than Gabriel’s ass. Don’t you worry ratling, Toba’s gonna get you nice and loose. I’ve still got a few inches left for you, and it’s gonna be fun working them… in!” the badger said, pulling back a little before thrusting back in with full force.

Toba grinned at the sight of the unexpected pussy straining around her inky girth, untroubled as always by the fact that the apparently female rat didn’t want her in there. It was just the way it was. For some females a grope and an indiscreet flash of her endowments was enough to make them blush and bet their lashes, and once they were seated in her lap it wasn’t hard to get them to bounce on it.

But the badger didn’t mind this kind either - the ones that wriggled, squeaked and demanded to be let go even as their precious cunnies drooled and slicked the way for her cock. What was the difference anyway, when both kinds would end up squealing in orgasm several times before she left them with thick gooey spunk leaking from at least one hole? The wrigglers just take a little more effort, but luckily Toba enjoyed this kind of work.

“It’s all going in you little slut, so you might want to start taking deep breaths and relaxing. Or don’t, I’m good -ngh!- either way…” she groaned. She could feel her glans poking at the ratling’s cervix, could feel her girthy cock bow and bend as she struggled to work the last few inches into the wet clingy heat of this strange female’s cunt. She knew from experience that persistence would pay off and that Tobias would get loose enough for her to hilt in the struggling rat’s slit. And as long as the rodent couldn’t wriggle away, she didn’t mind him wriggling…

When he finally felt the badger’s hips against his cheeks, Tobias gave up on his struggles. The freakish female was too strong and Nimh’ia wasn’t any help. The fey canid was pinned down but some very vulnerable parts of their assailant were within reach. Unfortunately the lusty critter seemed to have not only settled down but taken an interest in the coupling taking place. His tongue was busy down there, lapping noisily at both the rat’s clit and the heavy black sack now resting against the tip of the green canid’s muzzle.

The badger took no more than a few seconds to savor her triumph and Tobias’ tightness before pulling out. Tobias could feel his labia cling to the veiny girth, felt himself shudder in relief he knew would be short-lived. Even though he knew what to expect, he still squeaked out loud as Toba once again punched her cock in, this time managing to slap her wide hips against the mouse’s firm ass. A murmur from below told him that Nimh’ia wasn’t thrilled by the badger’s bulging sack slapping him on the nose, but even that didn’t prompt the mischievous creature into using his teeth rather than tongue

Tobias wasn’t in heat which was a blessing and a curse. The badger was too far removed from his own species for pregnancy to be a risk, even though he suspected Toba would leave him very messy once she was done. If the rat had been in estrus it would be easier to accept the brutal rutting, at the expense of what was left of his personal dignity. As it was, his masculine side bristled at being bent over and invaded, even while his body responded to the violation the way nature intended.

The conflict above went largely unnoticed by the green canid below. True, the weight of his mate being pushed down by what was starting to look like their shared new friend wasn’t comfortable, nor was being left out of the fun, but watching others mate had always been of interest to Nimh’ia. In the forest he could watch animals mate, travelers couple with each other and in case of those visitors who strayed during mating season, he could see the local fauna rut some protesting two-legger.

Normally he never got this close though, and the view was impressive. Nimh’ia wasn’t possessive and didn’t mind his mate taking someone else’s seed as long as he eventually got his turn at some fun. And this was turning out to be pretty fun, all things considered. He was lapping his tongue against anything in range, making no distinction between his mate’s straining slit, or their new friend’s thick shaft and heavy and somewhat inconvenient sack. No knot on the newcomer, which was a good sign in Nimh’ia’s opinion. There would be no awkward wait once the strangely endowed female was done, just a flood of spunk and a vacant pussy for him to slide his own cock into.

“Fuck, this pet of yours is licking my balls. You train him to do that? Help a male fucking you really churn out a good load?” Toba grunted, but if the rat taking her cock was in a mood to reply, her next thrust robbed them of the air needed to speak.

Toba certainly had no qualms about sheathing her cock into a submissive male, or even fucking reluctant males into submission, but it was kinky to fuck the rat dressed as a man in what was proving a very sweet, very snug piece of pussy. And properly messy now, with both her cock and the rodent’s honeypot producing more than the industries canid under them could lick up. Her thrusts were now making slick, squelching noises and she put the lubrication to good use by pistoning as fast and hard as she could.

She released Tobias’ wrist and shifted both her hands to the rat’s waifish hips. Resistance had clearly been fucked out of the stubborn rodent, and it was now just a matter of fucking a nice thick load of badger cum into her. Or him, it didn’t really matter to the badger, as long as she got to pump her load somewhere nice and tight. Hell, the rat’s winking pucker looked good too. If he liked pretending he was a male, maybe he’d prefer to be buggered like one? Then again, he wasn’t the only one to consider.

Acting on a kinky hunch, the badger pulled every last inch out of the surprised rat, admiring both her gaped slit and the soft pop her glistening cock had made when it pulled free of those dripping folds. In spite of being rock hard, the weight of her shaft pulled the tip down until it was within reach of the exotic canid under Tobias. The peculiar critter pushed his tongue into the now vacant slit a couple of times before a few taps of Toba’s tip caught it’s attention. The tongue shot out and began to twist around the glistening glans, making the badger groan and smile at the sight.

“Affectionate little thing, aren’t ya?” she asked, experimentally jabbing the green muzzle a few times before Nimh’ia opened it wide, wide enough for Toba to slide in.

Nimh’ia’s ears swiveled and his eyes crossed as his muzzle was quite casually invaded by his new friend. Even his muzzle wasn’t long enough to accommodate the black erection and as the inches sank in and the sack swung closer to his nose the fey canid could feel his throat open up. He saw his friend reach down and scratch away at the side of his jaw and under his chin, and the fact that he was the center of attention had the green critter wagging his tail as best as he was able. Having his muzzle mated was a curious sensation, and this was definitely a mouthful, but he liked the fact that he was being included in the fun.

Tobias did his best to get his wits together, and the first thing he realized that Toba’s timing had been coincidental. The rat had been seconds away from climax when the invading length was yanked out, leaving him empty with his mess and that of the badger cooling on his still parted and still twitching labia. He’d been wondering if he was about to have the damned thing forced under his tail when Toba’s remark and the muffled nature of Nimh’ia’s noises painted a picture. The capricious canid seemed to have taken an inconvenient liking to the brute intent on abducting him and selling him to whoever offered the best price, to the point it was letting the woman pump his muzzle, wagging his tail as he suckled happily.

“Don’t worry ratling, I haven’t forgotten about you…” she said just before jamming two thick fingers into the spot left vacant by her cock. She lacked finesse and sensitivity but not expertise, and as his teeth bit into his lip Tobias fought the urge to push back against the digits and reach the blissful release that he’d been so close to.

Toba was grinning from ear to ear as she cleaned her cock in the peculiar but enthusiastic critter’s throat while giving the rat’s pussy a nice fingering, occasionally splaying her digits apart to admire the pink mess revealed once those folds were pried open. After a minute of pumping Nimh’ia’s muzzle she pulled out and jammed her cock back into the rat who seemed to have resigned herself on cumming around the badger’s fingers. The feel of a smooth, thick cock reclaiming her cunny had an instant effect, making the whip-like tail lash like a hooked eel as the already snug tunnel began to clench, hoping to draw the cum churning in the rutting badger’s heavy balls. And it was tempting to feed the rodent, but this was far to fun and far too kinky to finish so soon. Toba paced herself and rode out Tobias’ climax, thrusting in her usual savage tempo only after the rat’s tunnel relaxed again and the risk of cumming too soon was gone.

Switching between pussy and muzzle proved to help draw out her inevitable orgasm, and Nimh’ia seemed happy either licking around the spot where her cock sank into the rat’s slit, or taking the shaft into his gullet while Toba slapped her sack against his nose. She’d gone back to the rat’s cunny, and as Tobias squeaked and whimpered in a very un-manly fashion the badger was sure that this would be the hole she wound up breeding. Her large, heavy hands settled on the disguised rodent’s ass, a perky little behind so similar to the one she’d bred only yesterday. Perky as they were, the cheeks were bouncing with every wet, meaty slap of the grunting badger’s hips.

Trapped under the rutting badger, Tobias was doing his best to deny her the satisfaction of seeing him squirm and hearing him moan. Unfortunately he was desperate to do just that. The badger was good, and now that his sex had adjusted to the size of the jet-black length invading it he could feel the veiny inches rubbing against silken walls more accustomed to smooth cocks ending in swelling knots.

And Nimh’ia wasn’t helping, at least not helping Tobias cling to control and especially not helping either of them escape. The precocious and ever-horny canid seemed to be enjoying himself down there, licking at whatever it could reach. Tobias was no stranger to the peculiar creature’s long, dexterous tongue slipping into his sex and sometimes even under his tail, but now all his licks were doing was to rub the rat’s clit and push it up against the underside of Toba’s throbbing erection.

Unaware and definitely unconcerned about the rat’s dilemma, Toba continued to fuck the svelte grey rodent with her usual gusto and wild abandon, spurred on by the barely muffled squeaks as well as the nimble tongue taking good advantage of any opportunity to lick either the badger or his unwilling mate. She couldn’t help but wonder what these two got up to when in private, and if the green canid was interested, the badger would certainly let him climb on when she was done, whether Tobias wanted to or not. It would be a sight to see, and if seeing didn’t prove to be enough she was sure she could find somewhere to sheathe her cock and work herself to another orgasm. But that would all have to wait until she dropped her first load into the slippery tightness of the boyish rat’s cunny.

When the ratling tried to muffle a long, whimpery wail and the snug slit began to squeeze down again, Toba was ready to give it what it was begging for. The lusty female’s thrust grew shorter but hadn't stopped even when the glans swelled and erupted, sending the first rope of her seed surging towards the squeaking rat’s womb. She gave Tobias’ ass a good hard slap, savoring the rat’s squeak before she remembered the canine trapped under the rodent. Gripping her cock around the base she pulled out before she came close to finishing, aiming her bulbous tip for the rat’s gaping slit and the tongue of the fey canid busily slurping it clean. Nimh’ia worked eagerly and once he was done with Tobias’ cunny he tilted his head back and began washing the cum-slicked shaft that had grown soft but was still hanging long and heavy as Toba enjoyed her bath.

“Well, that was fun. But what am I going to do with the two of you?” she asked, and a panting Tobias winced as he realized that he not only had to save Nimh’ia from the badger’s greedy paws, but himself as well…