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Kindred Spirits

The next morning, one very content and happy ferret woke up in the strong, arms of her new lover and this time, she wasn't going to let him go, not without her. She made up her mind as he was breeding her full of his own future heirs, she would go with him.

This old tavern had been engraved into her life for far too long and now she finally had a sure thing to get her out of here, so she was going to take it.

She heard the stoat yawn as he awoke, then was quick to turn to him as his wild green eyes met with her soft blue.

He smiled at her then he kissed her.

Nadine purred as Dietrich pulled away, a little strand of saliva connecting their tongues for a bit.

Without any words between them, he climbed over her, then he sank his royal stave into her depths once again.

Nadine gasped with delight then she dragged her nails over his bulging muscles and exposed her neck to him.

He licked her throat then bit gently as he pumped her full of his essence.

When he came inside her, she held him tight against her heaving breasts as she whispered, "My prince..."

His ear flickered.

"No, not prince... My king." And she kissed him while craftily stroking his ego.

Dietrich purred for her, "If I am king, then you are my queen."

...

The prince and his entourage had all changed and were ready for their excursion to Volaria.

Nadine had dressed as well for her journey. She was finally leaving this dusty old place and nothing was going to bring her back. She had gone downstairs to join Dietrich when she heard,

"Ah, so you'll be taking our Nadine from us, your highness?" Jarlsberg was up already, half-dressed with a robe barely concealing him.

Dietrich placed an arm firmly around Nadine, "I am."

William nodded, "Yes." He walked up to the ferretess who seemed prepared for him to forbid her. Instead, he merely kissed her on her cheek, like a father would kiss his daughter.

Nadine blushed.

Jarlsberg smiled sadly, "Nadine, you were never meant to stay here. I am happy to see you leave. Say hello to Peter for me when you see him."

The ferretess almost felt like cursing him now, how dare he spoil this... Instead she said, "I will, Will. Thank you." Then she was gone with her prince and his soldiers.

Jarlsberg watched the ferret leave, the last of his children. He didn't raise her, but he watched her mature before his eyes for the last several years and now it felt like seeing off the daughter he'd never had. The old goat returned to his office where he sat down on his bed.

He inhaled then exhaled as tears ran down his face.

He wiped his face when he heard the tavern doors swing open. His first customer of the day.

He went out to greet them.

It was Vera.

The eagle hen had obscured herself with a hood, but her great height and her sharp beak still made it apparent what type of bird she was. "Where is he?"

Jarlsberg took off his glasses then blew on them, "Who, milady?"

The eagle hen approached him, "The Prince, has he already left?"

The goat put his glasses back on, "He has."

The eagle cursed her lateness, "Damn it all!" She looked at him, "Has he said where he's going to?"

Will maintained his boundless patience, "I believe it is to Volaria, milady."

She nodded, "I knew it! Thank you for cooperating."

She offhandedly saluted the old goat before she ran back out.

Will had an idea what she was up to, but he was far too old to bother in such things. The old goat poured himself a tankard of his own ale. He rarely drink his product, now felt like a good time to make an exception. He downed the whole tankard in one gulp. He licked his lips, "Aah..."

Then he felt a pinch in his side.

It was small at first.

He grabbed his arm as he felt it go numb.

The old goat suddenly fell as his old heart had given out. His body trembled a bit more before finally he went still.

Then Will knew no more.

...

In the brothel down the street, the mongoose headmistress had just discovered that the eagle she'd had in her home was now gone.

Vera had left a note on her bed,

Thank you for putting up with me, but now I have to go,

Vera "Ironclaw" Aquila.

Shara folded the note back up then went about her day.

...

Frederic had been the first of the men to awaken. The stoat was relieving himself on a nearby tree when he heard footsteps.

Irving appeared by his favorite uncle and he gave the older stoat an affectionate nuzzle. "Good morning, Fred." he whispered.

Frederic smirked as the younger male proceeded to piss on the same tree.

Irving winked at his elder. Irving always looked up to Fred as a big brother, more than one of his uncles. He was more of a brother than his own brother. Irving did not flinch when a foreign paw wrapped around his cock just as he was done relieving himself.

Fred had never been shy about his feelings towards his male family members, Fuchs men rarely were.

They still had another day before they would go home to their wives, until then, they wanted to have this.

Uncle and nephew locked muzzles at this moment.

Irving felt himself a teenager again, when Fritz used to do the same with him, that dirty old man, fooling with his own illegitimate son.

Frederic felt more like he was indeed kissing another of his brothers. He missed it, when he, Fritz, Uri, Karl and Heinrich were all so close.

Karl and Urien were both married to beautiful mustelid wives who gave them healthy sons and daughters, so they had no more need to fool around as such.

Heinrich had seemingly become heartless to his brothers in taking to his role as sovereign ruler. He still invited Karl and Urien to the palace, but Fritz and Fred were hardly ever there.

Fred broke his kiss with Irving then saw that their shafts were pressed together. He snickered, their family's secret handshake, he thought to himself.

Irving had his uncle kneel with him.

Fred allowed his nephew to direct him.

Irving made the next move and kissed his uncle upon his lithe chest.

Fred felt his heart beat increasing, this was happening now. Just like old times, when he and his brothers used to play like this, when she was alive. He wiped that errant thought from his mind. He wouldn't let his emotions ruin this beautiful moment.

Irving breathed in his uncle's musk, licked his uncle's nipples and made them harden under his hot breath.

Fred kissed his nephew on his brow while the younger male continued to lavish his favorite uncle in affections. Fred heard rustling in nearby bushes. He smirked, "If you're going to spy on us, you might as well come join in."

Irving stopped when he heard Fred speak. He looked up and there was Walter.

The 17 year-old had followed them from the campsite. He had been touching himself while he watched them engage in such forbidden acts.

Fred wasn't a perv like Fritz, but seeing Walter there hard and dripping made him grin like his brother. He beckoned Walter over and the teen complied.

Irving said nothing, he was just as intrigued.

Soon, father, son and uncle were engaged in a truly heated three-way family hug.

Walter was in the middle while his father and uncle both lavished him with kisses and licks.

Down below, Walter felt his father's and uncle's cocks both press into him.

The teenager felt his virgin ass part for his two elders.

Irving pushed first, enjoying his son's tight warmth, careful not to accidentally hurt him.

Frederic was a bit more experienced in anal sex than his nephew; Fritz had been too happy to give up his tailend after all. He pushed in as Irving pulled out, nibbling on Walter's left ear as he did so.

Walter simply lay there panting and blushing as his father and uncle each took turns in breeding him.

The three stoats were endlessly affectionate even through this unique taboo situation.

The three males swapped heated kisses between each other, caressed one anothers' muscles.

Walter's father cradled his shaft as it pulsed during their incestuous act.

The furthest Irving had ever gone with other males was frotting, and the occasional pawjob, both courtesy of Fritz. This was his first time feeling another male's rear muscles clinch tight around him.

At the end of it, Walter was the first to loose his produce on himself, on his elders and on the forest floor.

Both Irving and Fred decided against finishing inside the youth.

Both males pulled out then stroked each other's cocks quickly until each gave off a musteline hiss.

Walter lay there as both his father's and his uncle's royal oats sprayed over his young body, getting into his fur.

When it was finished, the trio laid together, both fathers lapping stoat semen from their oldest boy's body.

Just one more year, then Walter would be free to engage anyone he wished without this secrecy.

Unsubtle footsteps disturbed their post-sex peace.

All three turned and there was Dietrich.

...

Before the trio had even begun their illicit tryst, Prince Dietrich had begun his journey down the forest trail toward Volaria in search of his missing family members.

His soldiers were with him, patiently following their leader.

At his side was Nadine.

The ferretess was happy to have finally, what she believed to be, a stable male in her life, a rich one at that, to give her the life she felt she deserved.

She never understood her late friend's attraction to that penniless Caleb. Why give herself to a worthless male like him when she'd already had a good male like Frederic to support her. Though, a part of her was really just jealous that someone as plain-looking as Maureen could even score a handsome prince like Fred.

Dietrich was coming to like her company, though the other soldiers were growing tired of the way she carried herself, as some self-entitled know-it-all.

It was during one of her latest ramblings, one about the dusty natives and what little they really contribute outside of their "sex trade", that something changed.

Dietrich picked up a scent as did a few of the soldiers.

Male weasels all alike knew the distinct musk of another male mid-coitus.

Dietrich smelled three males and they weren't far off, to the right of the forest trail.

Nadine hadn't noticed, even though she'd likely sampled much weasel musk with her profession.

Dietrich rose a paw to silence her.

She finally did.

He whispered, "Don't you smell that?"

Nadine finally used her keen sense of smell, "Yup, that's some males buttfuckin'." Though she had cautioned her son about homosexuals, Nadine had a secret infatuation for gays. She liked the idea of some brawny, alpha male having his way with a submissive little weakling. She would never admit that, though.

Her own parents made it a point to teach her how immoral it was to give oneself to their own sex. She took those teachings to heart. She chafed at the thought of females groping each other in public.

While Nadine was stuck in her little world, Dietrich broke off from his entourage to follow that smell.

The trail took him through some roughage until he came upon his little brother and one of his uncles screwing his nephew.

Each of them turned in shock to see the great royal stoat as he stood over them with an unreadable expression.

Irving blushed deeply at being caught like this, suddenly feeling very ashamed, very small. He approached his big brother, who he hadn't seen in years, "Dietrich... You're here!"

The great stoat sighed with heavy disappointment. He looked over his brother and saw Fred blushing as darkly with his tail between his legs.

Walter, however, was the most ashamed. Dietrich was someone he looked up to when he lived in the palace with him and his grandparents. If there was someone he never wanted to be upset with him, it was Dietrich.

Nadine came up from behind him, "Why am I not surprised?"

Irving gulped again, "Nadine..."

She kicked dirt in his face, "Shut up!"

That set off Dietrich, "Hey!" He pulled Nadine aside before she could react, "You don't do that to my brother, you understand?"

Nadine was for the first time in her life intimidated. She'd never had someone talk to her like that. "But look at them! They're dragging your family's name through filth like this!"

Dietrich shouted at her, "I don't care! Clearly, you know nothing of the Fuchses if you think this is enough to disgrace one of us." He leaned in closer, "And as a side note, don't think abusing someone's family in front of them is acceptable."

Nadine frowned, "Fine. Go hug your brother, then!" She rudely turned her back on the prince.

Dietrich watched her go then sighed before turning to his relatives, "Can you three please get decent at least?"

Irving blushed, "We'd have to go back to our camp, we're out here with a few of our friends, and... We'll go do that." He winced considerably under his brother's stern gaze. He turned to the other two, "Come on."

Dietrich watched the three of them walk away before he allowed himself to crack a secretive smile, "You haven't changed one bit, little brother."

...

The rest of the men were awake, eating breakfast when Irving came back.

Justin looked up, "Hah! I win that bet! Told you they'd gone off to fool around, Nestor!"

The eagle laughed, "Well, fooling around with your own kin, not even I would do that."

Irving was quick to inform the guys of the situation.

Justin was his usual chipper self, "Well, if your brother has come all this way just to see you, I figure we can accommodate him by not being naked."

Nestor was interested, "More of the royal family coming out here, it's insane."

Frederic was more skeptical, "Yes, but I have a feeling he is not here for a mere family reunion."

Orion finished his vegetable soup, "I'll fetch the other boys, tell them to get dressed and come meet with us. Let your Dietrich know just how much of us he is dealing with here."

...

So the men and their sons were all dressed in their tribal clothing then they went out to meet Dietrich.

The stoat and his soldiers had made a camp in the area where he'd found his kin, out of countenance.

Nadine was still fuming at having been spoken to in such a manner. She'd stormed off to curse that pompous prince, "Who the fuck does he think he is? No one talks to me like that!" She calmed herself, "Calm down... You did kick dirt in his brother's face, right in front of him, but that bastard had it coming!" She argued with herself, "He fucks me, then leaves me and marries some other bitch... What's fuckin' special about her?"

Vera was there, listening to Nadine, she'd followed her and Dietrich but stayed behind so they wouldn't see her. She heard the ferret fume and suddenly felt she had a kindred spirit.

Nadine was crying as she leaned against a tree, "Why does no one love me? Why do they never stay?" She looked to the sky, "Maurie... How did you do it?" She sat down to let herself wallow in her own self-pity.

The ferret heard footsteps. She looked up and saw bird's feet, not small ones though, they were big with dangerously sharp talons. She turned her head up and saw into the fierce eyes of the great bird-of-prey. She nearly screamed when Vera held her delicate muzzle with her prosthetic limb.

Vera was calm, "Be silent, I won't hurt you, I just want to talk with you."

Nadine heard her, tears still in her eyes, she nodded to show she understood.

Vera smiled, "Okay, I'll take my hand away now." She let Nadine go.

The ferret sniffed, "Who are you?"

The eagle hen sat with her, "I am Vera. I..." she had to lie, "I was wandering these woods when I heard you. It's not smart to be shouting like that out here. There are bandits that would love to get their hands on a pretty thing like you." She brushed Vera's cheek with her wooden paw, wiped her tears for her.

Nadine felt strange. Normally she would flinch if another female even touched her face, but she felt safe with this one. She couldn't understand why.

Vera smiled, "Someone has upset you, hmm?"

Nadine nodded, "Yes."

Vera moved in closer, "You can tell me."

Nadine heard herself speak, "It's just... Seeing that fuckin' bastard after so long. He fucks me, leaves me with his kid and he marries this fucking otter."

Vera nodded, "Same..."

Nadine sniffed, "Really?"

Vera nodded, "My own husband lives with our son, doesn't let me see him, and I was just on my way to take my son back, but it seems you and I have both been scorned." Her smile grew wider, "What's your name?"

The ferret sat up, "I'm Nadine."

Vera preened a fellow mother, "Nadine, I think you and me can be good friends here."

The ferret was feeling nervous now, "I should probably go, the others will wonder where I am."

Vera understood, "Go ahead, I'm here when you wish to talk some more."

Nadine stood up, "And why won't you come with me?"

Vera lied again, "I'm in hiding, I can't let anyone else know I'm here. I don't trust those males, I never should have trusted males to begin with. They just hurt you... They get you with child, then they toss you aside for someone else as soon as they are bored with you, they're all the same."

Nadine brushed leaf litter from her dress, "I'd better go then, I'll talk with you when I can get away." Then she hurried off to catch up with the others.

Vera stayed behind to watch her leave. Opportunity did show itself in strange ways, she thought to herself.

...

When Nadine returned to her group, she found twice as many men and among them were Irving, his handsome son, Walter, and... "Peter?" She gasped.

The young ferret was sitting with Feroz when he heard his name spoken. He covered his mouth and blushed, "Mom?!"

Nadine saw her little boy, her own pride and joy, alive and well for the first time in months. The ferret lost whatever front she wanted to put up as she ran up to her child.

Peter got up to meet her halfway.

The men all looked on as mother and son held each other and tears ran from their eyes.

...

Everyone all sat around a newly constructed campfire.

Nadine had her son with her as she was introduced to everyone.

Dietrich was quickly warming up to these other males, he could never be that cold leader like his father always pushed him to be.

When Justin introduced his two sons to the prince, the stoat had to ask, "But this one is a pine marten, and he's your son?"

Justin held Iomer close, "Iomer's mother was a very dear friend to me and my wife. When she passed away, we took this one under our wing, so to speak."

Nadine looked at Iomer. He was Caleb, younger, but still as handsome. She spoke to him, "You're Maureen's boy, aren't you?"

Iomer smiled, "I am. You knew her?"

Nadine smiled sadly, "She was my friend too. We grew up together. We worked together in your grandfather's tavern. I wish you could have known her, she was just so... I'm sorry." She became sadder.

Iomer frowned, "What for?"

The ferretess looked at him again, "I used to be so jealous of your mother and your father... I couldn't see what she saw in him, not when she had," she turned suddenly to Fred, "when she had you, Frederic."

The stoat was wondering when the conversation would turn to him. He knew Nadine in passing, but rarely spoke with her even when he and Maureen were together. He snuffed as bad memories were brought up again, "I used to think the same thing." He found strength in himself to continue, "When I came back from overseas, I had resolved in my mind, that Maureen would be mine, we would marry and we would start a family. When I came to the tavern that day, and I saw her pregnant with another male's child, and I saw him, Caleb Wald..."

He felt an arm come around him.

It was Iomer. The pine marten hugged the distressed stoat.

Fred kept going, "I cursed at him, at her... Your father..." He laughed sadly, "He wanted to make peace with me, instead I stormed out of there. The next time I came back well..." He didn't want to repeat it, "You all know what I did. I hurt my only friend. And she came out here to get away from me."

He clawed at the dirt underneath him, "Caleb was perfect for Maurie. I should have just let them be happy."

He looked at Dietrich, "Your father bribed the judge to keep me from hanging for what I did. He turned everything around to make it seem Caleb had attacked me. Then, he just shuffles me off to live with our other brothers anyway so I don't tarnish his perfect little world."

Dietrich listened to his uncle speak.

Irving spoke, "The same as he did when I got our sister pregnant, Diet... And when Fritz got Mom pregnant with me."

Dietrich sighed, "Our Fritz does get around a lot... And Dad... I always hated what he did to you, Irving. When I protested him sending you away, he threw it in my face, that you weren't even my brother by blood, father's blood at least. I didn't care, you were still my brother. Who I used to take fishing with me, who used to need help putting on his suit, who I used to catch jerking off in my bed." He looked at Irving when he said that last one.

The stoat blushed at having that brought up in front of his friends.

Justin laughed, "That is awesome, Irvy."

The stoat smiled in embarrassment at Justin.

Dietrich looked at Irving, then at the many diverse peoples his little brother surrounded himself with now. Dietrich sighed, "I came out here because I thought I could convince you to come home. Hearing all of you speak though, I can guess that's out of the question." The prince sighed, "Dad, ironically, gave you all a better life by sending you away, it seems. And me, I'm miserable there, sitting at court with Mother and Father. Dad is hard on anyone who messes up; he's not cruel but he does expect everyone to be unreasonably perfect. He praises me before the crowd, but still finds little things to pick at when we're alone."

Dietrich looked at Irving, at Frederic, at Walter, "I wish... I wish I could just retire out here like all of you, but I am Crown Prince, once Dad steps down, or dies, then I will take his place, whether I want it or not."

Nadine listened to it all. She couldn't understand leaving that life, but now, she did understand some of it.

Irving spoke to his brother, "So what do we do now?"

Dietrich sighed, "For now..." He smiled, "I would love to meet the rest of your family, Irving."

Nestor spoke up, "Well, we were supposed to be out here for at least one more day so, tomorrow. Tomorrow is when we're to go back and meet up with the wives."

Justin nodded, "Right."

Dietrich agreed, "Then tomorrow we will all go to... What is the name of your village again?"

Orion spoke, "Volaria."

Nestor joked, "It was weasels who named our village anyway, we've just let it stay since then."

...

That night, they all went to sleep together in one large formation.

Dietrich's soldiers all stood guard, taking turns two at a time.

Nadine got up while everyone was out.

The soldiers on guard both stopped her, "Halt!"

The jill put her paws up, "Take it easy, I'm just going out for a little bit."

One soldier spoke, "Not wise, you shouldn't just wander off."

Nadine's ears flickered as her temper rose, "Then maybe I'll just piss myself right here, and get your feet all wet, hmm?"

Both sighed before the soldier answered, "Fine! But be back as soon as you're finished!"

Nadine went out on her own. When she felt she had gone far enough away from the group, she pulled up her dress then squatted by a tree. She really did have to relieve herself, but it was still a good enough diversion to take her away from prying eyes or ears.

Vera came out from the darkness as the jill urinated in peace.

The eagle hen waited patiently for the ferret to finish before she spoke, "Have you thought about my proposal?"

Nadine whispered back to her, "I did and... I'm starting to have second thoughts."

Vera stayed calm, "Explain."

The jill sighed, "I had time, time to hear Irving speak, to hear all of them speak. Damn him... I wanted to stay mad at him, but he is as sweet and kind as I remembered him. And he had our boy with him when I went back there. Peter's already told me so much about how now he is living with his father and his half-sister. He was beaming he was so happy. I guess I should have known that boy would have been excited to know he had other siblings. He always asked me for more... And now he'll get one by his uncle." She rubbed her belly, knowing Dietrich had done his job in her already. Somehow she already knew.

Nadine kept speaking, "Irving has been an amazing father to Peter these past months, and Peter loves him. I wish I could have been there to see it. There is still that pain... He still picked his other female over me, but it doesn't sting as bad, not anymore."

Vera listened to her. She'd thought she had someone to share her pain, now it seemed she was wrong. "You don't need me then?"

Nadine looked at her, "Why won't you go see them? Tell me honestly."

Vera narrowed her eyes at her, "If I told you, I would have to kill you and I don't want to do that, so I'll just take my leave before I... make anymore mistakes." The eagle was gone as quickly as she had appeared.

Nadine got up, "Vera?" She looked in the direction she saw her disappear, "I don't know what you did... But you still have a friend to talk to..." She waited a moment longer before going back to the camp.

Vera listened as she walked away, "Friend..."

...

Meanwhile, in a darkly lit room, somewhere far from Volaria, an aging stoat sat before a raging fire in his armchair.

A maid came to his side, "Your tea, Sire." She placed the heavy tray on the small table by his chair. She poured hot tea into a cup then put the cup on a little plate.

King Heinrich accepted the little plate when it was offered to him. He smelled the fragrant liquid then took a sip. He gave an appreciative hum then he spoke to the small polecat, "Thank you, you are dismissed."

She curtsied to him, "You are welcome." She removed the pot from the tray, "And I'll leave this if you wish to pour more for yourself, Sire."

The stoat looked at her but did not turn his head, "Thank you again."

The maid departed quickly so she did not overstay her welcome.

Heinrich stared into the blazing flames as he drank his tea, "Even my own son defies me..." He sighed, remembering the letter Dietrich had left, promising to return with his brother, his mutt brother spawned from Fritz's inferior genes. He sighed, "Traitors everywhere."