From urchin to pirate.
A little bit here for all those that care. Yes this is a yiffy story but I'm not going to write all that legality crap, cause if you've managed to obtain this then you probably know it's adult. This story is about the background of my character in Redtwilightwolf's Yiff rpg The bloody hand of fate> Part 2. As for what i wanted to put here, yes i know my other story wasn't as good as it could have been. I agree with what everyone has said about their being bad grammar/spelling ect. I have improved over the past few months and am now happy to say i was nothing like what i was before. And now without further rambling the story. * * *
From urchin to pirate
- * * Leaning my wasted and ragged frame against the worn window frame of the dilapidated warehouse, I munch on the crust of week's old bread. Tucking the almost moldy parcel of food into my patched woolen breaches, I stare out above the town as the rising suns first rays turn the metal roof tops golden. Stomach still growling from lack of food, i watch the amazing sight as i do every morning, wishing beyond all hope that the metal plating could be real gold. Turning back from the show as the sun rises above the mountain range far to the east, I sneak through the worn structure on my way down to the street. Passing by other sleeping cubs and beggars laying amidst the rubble, I walk out into the bright morning light. A passerby in the once glorious town of Middenhelm might just take me as a scruffy beggar or urchin left in the street. That about me is true, sadly. Born into a warm home my father, a baker, was drafted into the kings army. Refusing to take part in the army and planning on staying with his cub and wife before being hauled of to the stockades. He didn't expect that the king would make an example out of him. Storming our house and running my father through, the town guards raped and assaulted his wife, my mother, before hanging there bodies in front of the gates as a warning. Myself being lucky enough at the time to be out playing with my friends, managed to sneak and hide in the shadows long enough to be forgotten. Now just a lone beggar and thief, I make my way as best i can in a harsh and unforgiving world. Turning into a thief was one of the more easy things I've had done in my short life. Having quick fingers and an even quicker wit, it just came naturally to me. Sadly in a town bereft of gold or freedom not much is left to be stolen that the greedy king hasn't laid his hands on. Trotting out into the street, i look around before making my way down back alleys and side streets on my way to the market place. Clothed only in a pair of ragged and torn woolen pants. My grey and black stripped tail flits from side to side as i prowl down the still fairly dark alleyways. My frame wasting away from hunger, Is pocket and marked with small cuts and scars hear or there. Flexing my wiry muscles as i jump a torn and breaking fence, the edges of my black mask catch a few glimmers of light here or their showing a silky smooth layer of fur beneath the grimy dirt. Peeking out from between a few stalls i gauge what little crowd there is this early in the morning. Ducking back as a patrol of hardened wolves passes by, I glare hungrily at there shiny plate mail, thinking about how many days of food one would be able to fetch me if they managed to snag it. Shaking my head slowly from side to side to banish the image i sigh quietly. Temptations like that have nearly gotten me caught in the past. Unlike my mother and father i don't plan on being made an example anytime soon Picking a likely target in the crowd, a rather large leopard. I dash up to him. Looking like he's well to do in his tight fitting woolen cloak and pants, i dash past him. Snapping the string on his money pouch, i run off in glee as i clutch the swollen purse to my chest. Not hearing him shout or anything i turn my head back and gasp as i notice the leopard run after me. Having caught a glimpse of a fine dagger at his belt and not wanting to feel it's razor sharp point anytime soon, i dash down a garbage strewn alleyway in a vain attempt at escape. Knocking over bins and assorted broken furniture, i scramble away from the feline. It does nothing to him It seems. Jumping over them as if they were hurdle's on a race track, he steadily begins gaining on me. Scampering up a drainage pipe and tearing a few nails out in my haste. I wince in pain as blood trickles down my hand. Sprinting across the glowing metal roof tops and jumping a rather impressive seven feet across a large gap, i look around for any sign of my pursuer. Seeing him no where around i giggle to myself in glee as i tuck the money pouch into my pants. Continuing on for a few more blocks to make sure I've lost him in the maze of narrow alleyways below, i scamper down a rickety pile of crates left by a blacksmiths shop. Sitting down in a pile of coal around the back of the smithy so as to not be spotted by anyone. The coal rubs against my grey fur turning it even darker with it's sooty grit. Upending the pouch unto my lap, i shuffle and count the coins happily. More then a little surprised to see more gold then silver or bronze. My sharp ears failing me for the first time, fail to notice the sudden stop of the smithy's hammer. Continuing to count the coins in my seemingly safe hiding spot, i don't begin to notice the dark shadow forming over me before it's to late. Yelping in fear as something grabs my shoulders and hauls me out of the coal pile. I fall to the floor with a groan as the gold and silver coins tumble across the floor. Looking up hurriedly, i cry out in pain as a large fist smacks me on the back of the head. Dazed and scared to the point of almost wetting myself, i notice two very familiar booted feet before me. Tilting my head up as much as i can in my prone position, my eye's widen in fear as the smithy and leopard stand before me. The feline looking not all that happy, and the smith with an amused grin on his face and a rather large mallet in one hand, stair down at me. Crawling up onto my knee's i cower before the two fully grown furs. "I'm sorry sir... It won't happen again" I murmur pathetically knowing it'll do me no good. "What do you want to do with him my lord, we could turn him into the town guard. They'd hang him for stealing all that" The blacksmith grunts as his hand waves at the spilt coin along his soot covered floor. "Well for one thing I'll get him to pick up the my coin which is strewn about the ground. As for a fitting punishment I should be able to think of something." The feline rumble's not at all amused with the chase i gave him. "Sighing dejectedly, i crawl about the floor gathering the fallen coins and pilling them on the smiths anvil. Counting them quickly the leopard scoops them back into his pouch. Giving the smith a silver gallon for his trouble, he grabs me by the scruff of my neck and drags me out of the sweltering shop. Struggling vainly at the start in an attempt to get away from the lord, I give up after only a few moments not able to break his iron grip. Seeming to parade me throughout the town as his prize, he hauls me along to his manor. Having one of his many servants open the gate for him, i notice a few guards patrolling the rather large grounds. The area mostly covered in worked stone benches, has begun to show some growth as late spring is replaced with early summer. Trampling a small group of flowers as he drags my slumped form up the stairs, he drops me to the cold marble floor. Gasping as i take in the site's of the small palace, my eye's roam over the impressive lobby. Every inch of white marble not covered in fancy tapestry's depicting everything from mighty battles to great hunts, is either covered in a fine gold gilding, or burnished oak structure. Noticing a large wooden figure taking up the main entrance way, I can't help but examine it. The form carved in wood has the shape of a beautiful wolfen temptress. The aged wood is covered in silver trim or a faint lines of crushed gem's seemingly woven into the grain itself. The lady is wearing almost nothing at all and i blush deeply as my eye's gaze upon the unclothed bodice of the wooden figure. So lifelike is it's creation, the figure seems as if it was once alive, but was fated to be frozen in time forever. Not noticing the feline walk over to a guard as i stair in awe at the massive display of wealth, the guard saunters over to me. Picking me up with one steel gauntleted hand as if i weighed nothing more then a small sack of potatoes, he drags my thin form through the hall. Not caring much more for the display of wealth I struggle as he brings me down a flight of stairs worked in the cold stone of grey granite. Upon reaching the bottom he leans his shield up against the wall and takes a lantern from it's bracket. Carrying me down the darkened corridor, i can see many cells along the way. Making out the sunken and terrified eye's of various prisoners in the weak light of the lantern, he stops before one such cell. Placing the lantern on a bracket by the cold steel of the barred cell door, he viscously tears of my ragged garment. Chuckling at my thin and naked form he pulls open the door. Throwing my form into the darkened cell, he slams the door shut with a cold metallic click. Covering myself to have some decency, I beg of him to leave the lantern. Laughing cruelly he picks it up, waving it tantalizing in front of my face he smiles evilly before pulling up the guard and blowing the wick out. Suddenly plunged into the pitch blackness of the cell, I cry out in fear as i can hear his cold laughter disappearing slowly into the darkness. Huddling into a corner of the cell, I shiver lightly as i hear the other prisoners moan and gibber in fear around me. Hanging my head in-between my thighs i cry gently before falling into a nightmare induced sleep. * * *
Freedom??
- * * Waking with a start as a bright light is shoved towards me, i cower away from the figure. Trying to scoot against the wall making myself invisible. I fail miserably being the only one in the cell. My eye's adjust to the bright light painfully as it takes over the pitch blackness. "I won't hurt you dear child" A women's voice coo's at me reassuringly. Squinting against the light I make out the form of a female wolf. Gasping slightly as i notice it's the same wolf the large statue came from above, i reach a paw out tentivly to make sure it's not a fear induced illusion. Taking my questioning paw in one of her warm hands, she places it upon her warm cheek. Rubbing lightly at the velvety fur for a moment i snatch my hand back and turn a vivid red through my fur as i remember myself having no cloths on what so ever. Trying in vain to cover my naked form with my bushy tail, i stare at the women with fearful eye's. Smiling back at me she motions to the guard outside the door. Handing her a woolen blanket of blue cloth, she lays the lantern on the floor. Edging closer to me slowly, she drapes it around me with a quick flick of her wrists. Edging away cautiously from the strangely caring fur, i clutch the blanket around my naked and shivering form. Watching the lady stand up and brushing the grimy dirt of her silken dress, she steps outside the cell leaving the lantern on the dirty floor. " I'll leave this door open... no one's here to hurt you. Come upstairs when your ready" She speaks warmly to me. Giving me a motherly smile she walks out of my view, the guard following obediently behind her soon disappear from my sight. Huddling their in the light of the lantern, i listen to them climb the stone steps up to the top floor. "Strange" I think to myself. " Very strange indeed, Why would she want to be helping one as lowly as i. What use do i have for her." Mulling these and many more thoughts over as they stream through my small brain, I stand up slowly. Taking the lantern and walking tentivly out of my cell, i creep over to the stairway. Walking up the steps with the lantern in hand, whole heartedly expecting a band of raving guards to come around the corner and gut me at any moment, I make my way slowly up the steps. Standing at the top of the stair's and Setting the lantern on a gilded oak table, I pear around the corner. Seeing no one along the corridor, i clutch the blanket tighter around my thin frame. walking back down the path which the guard took me, i soon make my way to the lobby. Half expecting to see some one in the lobby, I'm shocked and surprised to see the main door wide open. Thinking it's my only chance for freedom i sprint towards it, blue blanket streaming out behind me like a cloak. Dashing through the doorway I yelp in fear as half a dozen hands grab out at me. Catching me as deftly as a fly trapped in a web i struggle in vain against the servants of the house hold, biting and kicking at them as they drag me back inside. Hauling me once more along the corridors of the miniature palace, they bring me to a large washroom. Placed among stacks of nicely folded bed sheets and towels is a large wooden tub easily capable of fitting two or three furs. Dumping my writhing form into the sudsy water, my head quickly comes to the surface gasping for air and sneezing as i managed to breath in the soapy water. Not having any respite from the army of servants, the second my head breaks the foamy surface I'm assaulted with brushes and face cloths. Struggling for the first bit against the wet and furious assault, i eventually give up and sit dejectedly in the tub. Seeing that I've given up the fight for now, more then half of the servants leave. The other half, all women much to my dismay, continue on with their work as if it was a normal everyday thing to wash an urchin such as I. Folding my ears back as they gossip about how cute I would look after i got some meat on my bones, Or about how all the girl's should be raving over one as handsome as I. I thank what ever god is out their as they leave me, Saying their would be another servant in shortly to fit me for my new cloths they close the door behind them. Scrubbing up what various areas they missed free of grime and dirt, I climb out of the tub. Grabbing a few towels from a pile left at the foot of the large tub, i rub and dry my fur as best as can be. Hearing the door open and shut behind me i turn around wondering whom the new servant could be. Yipping slightly as a female fox comes in, her self not being much older then seventeen summers, I blush deeply as i quickly cover myself with the towel. Smiling at me with one of those " I just saw everything" looks, She saunters towards me. Backing up against a pile of pillows yet to be cleaned, she stops in front of me. Muzzle's barely an inch apart she smiles Delightedly at me. "Silly, we can't measure you for your new uniform if you keep backing away from me." She laughs gently at me. Pulling a measuring tape out from one of her deep pockets, she saunters seductively over to a shelf holding various servant uniforms. Grabbing the sky blue breaches and a pale grey loincloth from the pile she tosses me the woolen garments. "Hear put these on quickly so we can begging" She says to me licking her lips hungrily as i stand their. More then a bit abashed as she wants me to dress right in front of her. I sigh knowing that just like the rest of the servant's, shed probably get what she want eventually. Dropping the towel and sliding on the loincloth and breaches faster then humanly possible, I clutch at the saggy pants. Shuffling over to me once again she tax's her safety pins and needles where she needs to make the adjustment's. Telling me to take the pants of carefully, she folds them delicately in her arms. Giving my almost nude form another hungry glance up and down, she turns to leave. "Um miss, What about a shirt" I ask her hurriedly as she has the door open half way. "You'll be helping in the kitchen" She states bluntly to me " Shirt's are just another thing the washer's would have to clean so their not permitted in their. The best you can do is an apron." She says turning back towards me. " Once we have put some flesh on those scrawny bones of yours I think you'd look quite handsome in an apron" She murr's seductively at me before laughing coyly and slipping out the door. More then completely confused at all the actions of today, i sit down on a pile of sheets and ponder quietly. Sitting alone by myself for a time, I look up as the door to the laundry room opens. Much to my surprise the wolf and the leopard both walk in arm in arm. Staring wearily at the two furs, I watch them carefully as they take a seat across from me on another pile of linen. " It's good to see you all clean. I thought your fur would look especially shiny once all that grime was wiped off" The she wolf says with a friendly laugh. Laughing gently by herself the wolven lady quiets as she realizes she's the only one who finds her comment amusing. Looking at what i take to be her husband angrily, as if it's his fault for not getting the joke, she nudges him savagely in the ribs. Wincing as the lady like elbow digs into his side he smiles lightly. Looking at the wolf his smile grows wider but suddenly fades as he once again looks at me. " I wouldn't be doing this if my darling wife didn't insist upon it." He tells me. " You are to work here, at my estate. You will be put to good use make no doubt about that. The wages are fair but they will be garnished slightly for the next few months. Only one of the punishments you will receive for trying to steal my purse. Room and board is giving, We will feed you we'll, three square meals a day if you manage to complete all your chores and errands to the satisfaction of your masters." he says. Sitting back and pondering at this seemingly kind offer, I nod weakly after a few moments accepting his proposal. The lady sighing in relief, stands up with her husband and turns to go. Walking out past the guard stationed at the door, she turns back and gives me a warm smile before the seamstress and a few servants walk into the room. Passing me the now snuggly fitting pair of breaches and a pair of leather sandals for my foot pads. I am escorted to the kitchen. Chattering and laughing away, I follow the noisy crowd silently towards the kitchen. Not far off from the lobby, They leave me standing at the kitchen doorway with strict instructions to pay attention to Gerald, the kind but strict head chef. Staring at the large and imposing wooden door, I shuffle back and forth before it listening to the chaos which is coming from behind the door. Putting my paw on the handle, I'm just about to turn it when the door is suddenly flung wide, dragging me into the sweltering heat of the large kitchen Stumbling into the large room as the door fly's inward, I slam into the large and powerfully built chest of a bull anthro. Dazed and sitting on my rump on the flour strewn floor, I shake my head slowly from side to side trying to banish the grogginess. "Ho Hoe What do we have hear." A loud gruff voice booms out above the din. "Might you be the urchin I've been told about" He says loudly picking me up effortlessly by the scruff of my neck." Staring me over quickly, It feels like the large fur's eye's scrap and pull my layer of clean fur off to figure out my most hidden secrets within. " Your a bit to scrawny for work as of yet" What i take to be Gerald shout's loudly followed by a hearty laugh. Putting me down on a table and chair not to far away, he walks over to a large bubbling pot. Being able to get a much better picture of him now that he's far enough away so that i don't have to Crain my neck to look up at him, he strikes a very imposing figure. Clad in the same sky blue breaches as i am, there faded from age and numerous washes to a light blue, almost like a pond frozen over. A wide leather belt is strapped across his waist holding up the massive pair of pants and a tail easily the height of me waves back and forth lazily between his legs. The tuft of the tail i notice amusingly, looks like it has being singed and scorched numerous times leaving only a snub of the once possibly glorious fur their. Standing at about 9 feet tall, his massive frame is packed with slab upon slab of sweat soaked muscle's. A to small apron is strapped over his broad chest almost comically And he carry's a large metal spoon more akin to a steel club. Laddeling a large portion of stew into a large bowl which barely encompasses his palm, he drops it on the table in front of me along with a decent sized crust of bread. Picking up a spoon i dig in ravenously guickly finishing the first bowl of stew and slab of bread in moments. Gerald, Indeed was the bulls name he explained to me over my second helping of stew, and has being the head chef of lord Moldrakes manor for the past three years. Content to listen to the bull explain what my various tasks would be and what area's id be able to visit, I learn of my purpose here. Despairingly short of bakers, I was given the task of baking alongside a ferret named Gringle. Pointing through the crowd at her, I notice an old and stopped figure working away at large piles of dough. Her arm's are covered in the thick white flour up to her elbows and she slices away at a large mound of dough before her. Placing the slabs of cut dough onto a wooden paddle to quickly be shoved in a firebrick oven. I watch her for a few moments sipping my stew as she toils away at her labors. Gerald gets up after explaining the basics to me, "I'm stricter then most you'll meet" He says crossing his arms " but if you follow what i say you'll learn quickly, and the pay will come that much more easier." watching him walk of to berate a few other workers, His voice booms out above the din telling them their turning that roast far to slowly. Getting up and dropping the bowl and spoon into a washtub, The small child, no more then 7 years of age smiles coyly up at me as he scrubs away at the ever high mountain of dishes. Dodging various other servants as they weave through the crowd carrying platters deftly. I walk up behind Gringle. The aged ferret turns towards me and I'm shocked to see that her pupilless eyes. Stare seemingly right through me, I'm Amazed at how deft the blind ferret manages to do her work. Smiling up at me with a motherly grin she questions me as i approach " We'll now young lad, Come hear and let old Gringle see you" Her crooked and aged voice cuts through the din. Approaching carefully, her flour covered hands feel around my darkened mask. Picking up on of my arm's in her calloused hands, she squeezes my bicep as if gauging my strength. " Quite the fit one you are, And quite handsome to" the croon coos at me with a wink. "Old Grindle will teach you everything i know of baking before my time passes". She says somberly before turning back to the bread. Giving me directions on how to put the bread in the oven using the large wooden board and about how to kneed and tell just when the bread is right by how much gasses it has trapped. She works quickly and efficiently as she teaches me. Thoroughly amazed and a bit panicked as her deft hands work the bread faster then i can form and put it into the oven, She none the less waits for my clumsy paws to catch up. Working hour after hour with her in the sweltering heat of the oven, I gain more confidence as my actions become more fluid. Sweat glistening on my thin form and arm's tired from hauling large sacks of flour over to the old croon, I collapse in a heap in my small room. Not much more then a large closet the room just barely manages to fit a bed and washstand. Groaning lightly as my sore arm's throb, i sneeze repeatedly from all the flour that was floating through the air. My small frame drift's of into a fitful sleep. * * *
A surprise visit
- * * Working with old Gringle day in day out for the next few months, my small and wasted frame remains no more. Being well fed from the kitchens from which i work in, my frail frame now has an ample amount of weight built onto it. Arm's relatively muscular from hauling bags of flour or grain out from the wagons as it's delivered to the manor, I look nothing like my old self. Even with my wages garnished i still manage to rake in a few silver pennies a week. Not bad wage's in a town where it's ruled with a cold iron fist. Working now with quick and deft hands, My arm's are just as coated in flour as old Gringles. Coming from a small village a far way's off, Gringle was blinded one day as some chemical flour from one of the powder kegs the alchemists of the town order for their experiments, burst open in the street. Quickly taken in by the Master and his wife She's worked hear for close to 20 summers. My master's estate, the Moldrakes summer get away, Is now my new home. Having made many a new friend amongst the staff and guards. My days are spent at either dice with the guards, being taught to read and write ( all workers at the estate are required to be able to fill out ledgers) And attempts at wooing the seamstress. Smiling to myself smugly, It's no secret to the staff or guardsmen that I'm a bit infatuated with the vulpine tailor, Jennifer by name. Knowing the next day to be a feast day, and somehow managing to snag the day so that i may enjoy the festival, I timidly asked my crush if she'd like to enjoy the town with me. Heart in my throat is i squeaked out the words, Jen as I've begun to affectionately call her, just smile's at me in her sultry way. Nodding her head, she laughs lightly as i hug her. A bit embarrassed by the thoughtless gesture Being more then a bit happy, i hum to myself not caring at al that Gringle can hear me. The old ferret, smile on her lips, has taught me much over the past few months. Now being fully capable of handling the oven and chores by myself. I've being told by Gerald that i would soon be replacing her " She's to old to keep working" He said sadly to me one day. " she should have being done with this retched job long ago, and have being able to visit her grand children" Helping Gringle finish with the last of the baking for the day, We slide the warm and crusty loafs of bread onto racks to cool for the night. Walking the old croon to her room and listening to one of her tales about how she grew up as a little girl not far from this town, i hug her before bidding good by. Scampering of to the Guard house I spend the night Drinking and carousing with the guardsmen. That night's amusement is a boxing match between the captain and a swordsman I've come to know simply as Hextor. Myself joining up with the guards have picked up a bit of the sport myself. Still far from becoming a master at the form of unarmed combat, I'm still able to hold my own against most of the guards crowded into the small room. Placing a few of my hoarded silver pennies onto the captain, I smile happily as I make my way back to my room clutching a slightly heavier money pouch. Opening my door and rubbing my paws together at the thought of what tomorrow could bring, I'm a bit shocked to see the lovely seamstress sitting on my cot. Inspecting one of the pipes I've been whittling away at with a small dagger i bought only weeks before. Puting it down on the small stool holding my washbasin and urn, she turns towards me with a smile. Standing up she walks the few feet to the door. Myself frozen totally from the unexpected visit, is quickly pulled into the room and my eye's go wide with shock as i hear the door being shut and locked from the inside. Pushed onto my cot, the small bed creaks under the weight of the furs as she climbs up onto me straddling my hips and holding me down onto the bed. Stammering at her as her nails dig lightly into my shoulders, I gasp quietly as she grinds her hips against my crotch. "Ever since the first day i saw you i wanted this" She moans lightly at me before leaning down and giving me a lustful kiss. Closing my eyes in bliss as her vulpine tongue snakes between my lips to rub against mine, my paws clasp around her forearms rubbing lightly. Letting my instincts take over, I press against the kiss rubbing and suckling on the invading flesh. Shifting awkwardly under her as my thickening member is crushed beneath her weight, She smiles and breaks the kiss. Climbing off of me she stands in front of me, eye's nearly popping out of my head, I watch as Jen quickly stripes down to nothing. Watching the layer's of her dress slide down her curved form, I gawk at her as she stands naked before me. Her breasts, just the right size for a cupping palm to massage them, hang before me taunting me with their perfect curves. Her nipples erect and poking through the fur covering each tantalizing orb, are stiff in the slightly chill air. Belly fur a creamy white next to the blood red fur is combed perfectly not a hair out of place. Trialing all the way down from her neck to her loins the whitish fur melds into the red on her inner thighs. Gaze locking on the mound nestled in-between her legs, it drips with it's own sweet nectar. The pink lips are just visible through the pale white fur, swollen and glistening with her juices it cry's it's need to me as the room is quickly filled with her intoxicating scent. Not sure what to do myself, I'm quite glad that Jen decides to take the initiative. Bending over and unclasping the few buttons holding my breaches onto my form, she slides them down my shaking legs. Murring lightly at her soft touch she drops the pants onto her dress. Her eyes are focused on my tented loincloth, smiling as she can just manage to make out the pink cock underneath. " Mm quite the rod you have their" She comments giggling a bit as her paw rubs along the coarse material teasing the sensitive flesh underneath. Panting harshly already as the new sensations runs over my form, I moan lightly into the air whimpering as i feel her paw stop suddenly. Looking at her paw as it lifts and drops the loin cloth of to the side, a wide smile creases her lips as she stares at the cock before her. Blushing as my erect penis is stared at i lay their lightly as she inspects' my throbbing length. Not being to overly endowed, my male hood, 6 inches tall and an inch and a half wide. twitches as her warm breath plays over it's surface. Watching as a bead of pre forms at the tip, Jen wraps a paw around the shaft. Tugging along the hardened flesh with a constricting paw, she flicks her tongue out along the tip lapping up the pre. Moaning loudly into the air as the warm and wet tongue laps across the head of my cock, i arch my back slightly pushing my meat towards her muzzle. " Eager are we" She coo's at me playfully. Kissing the tip of my throbbing member, i watch as her lips part welcoming my shaft. Tilting my head back and groaning loudly as i can feel her warm muzzle engulf my cock, I shiver as her tongue wraps around my meat. Pressing the tip of her wet nose against my crotch fur she stops for a moment sniffing my musk. Murring around the thick shaft happily, she sends vibrations racing along the length. Gasping loudly as my cock is manipulated in such a way, I arch my back insistently against her muzzle. Jetting a few strands of salty seed into her muzzle she eagerly licks and swallows the tasty juices. Bobbing her head up and down on my flesh her happy mreowls echo about the room. Digging my finger tips into the loose sheets covering the bed, my toe's curl and flex. Feeling a warm rush of pleasure coarse throughout my body, my seed erupts from my twitching length. Pulling her muzzle up of the convulsing prick, a few lines of whitish seed spray onto her face and muzzle. Watching the fluid leaking out from my cock to dribble down it's length and to pool on my crotch fur. Licking her muzzle she moans lightly at the taste of my cream. Taking the still twitching penis into her muzzle again she suckles on it while roving her tongue along it cleaning my slimy shaft somewhat. "Mmmm you taste much better then all the other males I've had" She murrs lightly at me. Lifting her head up from my now clean shaft, she licks at the sticky seed which is stuck upon her muzzle. "Be a good dear and lay still for me" She coo's at me as she climbs onto my lap once more. Taking my glistening shaft in one paw, she straddles my hips and points my cock at her wet and dripping slit. Lowering herself onto my cock slowly with a hiss, I watch her lips part and form around my male hood as her warm body settles down on top of mine. My breath coming in ragged gasps and moans, fills my ears as i feel her soft rump rest upon my hips. Taking my hands and moving my paws up to her waist, I grip her hips tightly as she rises up with a loud moan. Content to let her bounce up and down on my hips, i lay my head back and close my eyes enjoying the waves of pleasure as her walls grip and contract around my meat. Increasing her pace, she yips and squeaks as her rump slaps down against my hips. Trying to match her movements, i buck up against her filling the room with a wet slapping sound as her wet cunny is forced against my crotch. Gripping her hips tightly, my claws dig into her waist pinching the warm flash beneath the layer of fiery red fur. " So.. very tight. " I moan loudly into the air. The wet slapping taking on a rhythmic beat as our hips connect over and over again. Her moaning and yipping become more frantic as the seconds pass and her orgasm creeps closer. " I..I'm Going to.. cumm" The vixen moans into the air loudly. Arching her back and tilting her head up into the air, She moans loudly in pleasure as her climax race's through her shivering form. Her loud moans reverberate of the plaster walls as her vaginal muscle's clench spasmicly around my sensitive cock. Moaning out loudly with her our cries mingle together as my sticky coon seed shoots forth into her tight cunny. Collapsing on top of me as her orgasm slowly withdraws from her quivering form, Jen nuzzles against my neck before falling off into a warm and happy slumber. Quite exhausted from the days activities, I pull her into bed with me covering our forms in the slightly damp blanket. Spooning her sleeping form, I nuzzle the back of her neck lovingly, myself also falling into a happy slumber. * * *
The bloody wolf
- * * "Heheh I knew my boy had it in him" Gerald teases me giving a small punch to my shoulder. Almost falling over at the nudge, I rub my shoulder from the slight bruise left from the massive bulls 'gentle' punch. Blushing a deep shade of marroon as a group of laundry women pass by snickering and looking at my direction, I chuckle lightly. " We weren't too loud where we?" I ask timidly already knowing the answer to be not quite what i had in mind. " Only quite enough to wake the keeper to the gates of hell." The minotaur crows, Laughing uproariously at his own joke. Sighing as every one knows about my exploits with Jen last night, If not from the gossip then from Gerald shouting about it in his usual loud voice. I Jog after the bull as he makes his way through the crowd. Smiling to myself as i remember that Jen told to meet her at the midnight feast, my spirits are lifted a bit higher as we enjoy the food and drink. The day is spent quickly dancing with many a lass and enjoying far to much to drink. Nightfall being just as active, i find myself awake late at night rubbing Jen's shoulder idly as she murrs happily in sleep. Thinking about how my run of good luck has lasted these past few months. I smile before falling of to sleep arms wrapped around my lady. Waking up later then usual the next day, i hurriedly clothe myself and race towards the kitchen. Noticing none of the usual workers tending to the fireplaces or dusting at the table's as usual, I slow my run to a calm walk. Making my way to the lobby I notice a large crowd of servants and soldiers huddling together in small groups whispering and chatting softly. "Gerald what's going on" I ask the large bull tugging on his pant leg to get his attention. Turning from the soldier he was conversing with, he looks down at me with worry in his usually calm eyes. "The kings guards are massing in front of the manor, The king worries that the lord may be a spy working for the imperial courts of the neighboring kingdom. He sets to make an example of everyone within the walls." He states bluntly, fear in his large eyes. "The lord has given orders for everyone to flee the manor down a secret passage way. It's old but it should still be useable. Go pack your things, we'll be leaving soon" Turning back to the guard he seemingly ignores me for the moment. Looking around for Jen I can't manage to find her anywhere. Dashing back to my room and gathering what's left of my possessions, i throw them into a blanket and tie a knot into the top. Hefting the small bag up on my shoulder I Jog quickly back into the lobby. The guards, now organizing groups of furs into piles of ten and twelve's, put me into one of the first groups of furs to go through the trap door. Spotting Jen in one of the last groups to leave, she walks over to me. Placing a silken red scarf into my paw, and closing my fist around it, she whisper into my ear that she'll see me at the other end of the tunnel. The guard Impatiently shoves me into the passage way and i lose sight of the vixen. Quickly tying the scarf securely around my arm I scamper after the back of the fur ahead of me. No one speaks or says a word as we crawl for what seems like hours through the wet and mouldy tunnel. Walking for most of the distance, we have to crawl at one point as the tunnel narrows from a cave in. The darkness around me slowly brightens as we make our way to the exit and i can see daylight ahead of me. Popping my head out of the hole into the bright morning sunlight, I can see the town walls a few miles of in the distance. The exit of the tunnel is situated not far from one of the wooded knolls dotting the landscape, and i crawl up into the woods sitting down on a stump and waiting. Watching a few group of furs huddle together. Some hurrying of down the road in the other direction, some walking back to the town, the small crowd of servants and cooks disperse from the area. Waiting patiently but soon growing worried, I jump to my feet and scream in despair as i see a grey plume of smoke rise above the town where i guess the manor can only be. Gazing at the line of smoke as it drifts off up into the sky, I watch with eyes agape as the town gates open. Just barely able to make out the red banner of the kings cavalry as they leave the gate, they gallop quickly towards the exit of the tunnel, a trail of dust floating behind them. Staring into the hole and tempted to run back, a ragged fur crawls out of the secret passage way. Once fine clothing covered in dust and mud, he stands up shakily. Running down to him and questioning him thoroughly of what happened, he mutters that the cave collapsed trapping everyone in the manor with no way to escape. Skewering him for information I plop down onto the ground and sob as he tells me that Jen's party was the next to be let into the passage way. Cursing my luck and watching the horsemen approaching ever closer, I climb to my feet. Wiping the tears from my eyes and running full out for the next knoll of tree's, I spend the day darting to the next clump of tree's, working my way away form the town in a bid for escape. Hiding in the night as the kings dogs hunt for me and my fellow workers, I'm tempted to let them have me and end my misery. -Several years later- "Oh come now Greg you can't be that bad of a sport." I chide at the wolf before me as i scoop my winnings across the table. Throwing down his cards and getting up, I laugh at him mocking him further. Rubbing a flour covered paw over my wide silk belt, I frown at the memory's it brings up. Excusing myself from the game of cards, I pile what little coin I won that night into a fine leather pouch. Telling Moniko, a ravishing female ferret, that I'm calling it a night, I climb up the rickety wooden stairs to my small room. Traveling from town to town and offering my services at any tavern that will have me. I've managed to put Quite a distance from me and Middenhelm. Plopping down on my bed and pulling my makeshift pillow towards me, I yawn loudly before passing out into the world of dreams. Waking up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, I toss and turn in bed for the next hour. Sighing in frustration as i can no longer go to sleep, i put my sky blue pants back on and head downstairs. Mind set on heading to the kitchen to start the days baking early and to perhaps catch a quick bite to eat. My eye is drawn irresistibly to a shadowy figure in the corner. Walking over to the figure and asking Gareth , the effeminate fox for two mugs of ale, i scrap a chair noisily over the wooden floor. Sitting down in front of the shadowy figure I stare at it through the darkness. Eye's completely use to the darkened room due to my raccooney heritage, i Take in the wolf's form. Female and with cold eye's of harden gold, i take note of the few daggers and a large scithmar strapped at her hips. She looks like she could take any man or women known to these parts be they thug or swords master. Something about the hardened gaze and cold demeanor click and just as Gareth sets down the cold mugs of frothy ale befor us it snaps into place. "Your red arn't you" I say sharp claws digging into the back of the chair. Leaning over the table examining her closer I take in the legendary form before me. Hands quickly darting to her dagger and sword, i lean back putting my hands up in a calming gesture to show i mean her no harm. Lowering her paws onto her lap yet still in position to snap out and take weapon in hand, she stares at me drilling those golden eyes into my form. Not to unsettled by the venomous stare i grab the foamy brew before me and take a heart swig. Placing the chipped mug down in front of me again and leaning forward once more, I laugh gently into the air. "I've only heard stories Of your exploits, Grand adventures and tales of daring. Fearless assaults on the kings vessel's and the capture of many a slave and chest of gold." Placing my head in a paw and watching the still form for a few minuets, I stare into her eyes fiercely neither of us backing down. Continuing my little game for a while I use the excuse of a drunken customer falling out of his chair to look away. Looking back at the wolf and noticing her getting up and preparing to leave I dart a hand out to stop her. Dagger flashing in the dim light of the room, it cuts across my arm leaving a thin gash and i jump back hurriedly falling over and bringing my chair with me. Rubbing the back of my head as it slams against the ground, My eyes focus on the razor sharp tip of the blade as it's held a scant inch from my eye. " Bother me no longer coon before i have to gut you and use you as a cloak." The Fiery red snarls at me before quickly walking out through the door into the rain drenched night. Getting up and following after her quickly i scream out for her to stop as she's just about to round the corner. " I only ask for a chance to take part in those grand adventures" I call out to her. Turning in the pouring rain and looking at me, I can still see those two golden eyes flicker in the moonlit night. Walking towards me dagger now safely tucked in its sheath, she points a finger at me wriggling it in my face taunting me with it. "And what use do i have for a fool such as you." She says to me coldly, finger still waving in front of my muzzle. "Any thing you need me to do, I'm a very skilled cook. I'm use to hard physical labor, I can do anything and everything you need me to and i would willingly die for you if need be." I plead at the figure. Pulling her hand back and hiding it in her cloak she stands in front of me. Shivering slightly from the cold rain as it soaks through my fur, I stand and wait for what seems like eternity. " I have use for a new cook on my ship, The old one got sick and tired of his job. Be there at day break tomorrow, were moored near the slave bazaar." Comes her reply. Turning on her heel and walking out of my sight into the pouring rain, I shout in happiness and rush into the inn. Gathering my belongings and cursing the long wait ahead of me till day break, I run through all I've heard of red and her legendary vessel.