Uncle's Favourite

A Tale of the Redwall universe of Ungatt Trunn

His tabby fur rippled in anxiety as he wrung his paws together and grit his teeth, whiskers pulling back the more he considered what was about to happen. It was not often that such a beast came to visit the 'lesser beasts', but the lord of Kotir knew very well why this particular visit was to happen and it made him anxious. He had managed to compound is citadel within the Mossflower Woods and was just starting to truly relish the subjugation of the other animals within this landscape of woodland and harvest, but each winter proved a time of terror when he was forced to show platitude to his blood relatives and permit the resting of troops on his grounds when his brother came to the region, eager to see what had drawn his wandering, weaker sibling to this place.

"Have you made sure that he's got his own room and its... its in the right part of the fortress?" Verdauga Greeneyes was a nervous tyrant when his brother was in the region, he'd still been young when his eldest sibling had chosen to step out of their father's sphere and become a conqueror all his own and Verdauga, wishing to be like his brother, had taken to wandering until his charisma had built him a band to follow and then he'd come here. He'd been very content being ignored by his brother and hearing the stories of his brother's conquers further north whilst he'd solidified the fortress, power, a marriage and even produced two kittens... until Ungatt Trunn had found him! Verdauga had known very early on just how dangerous his brother was, but he'd been worried that his cunning brother had been waiting for his brother to have something worth conquering him and well, their first meeting two winters ago might have proven that fact!

"Of course sire... he's been placed in his preferred spot close to your family." One of the obedient foxes was bowing towards them his master, insisting that everything was fine and there would be nothing to worry about. Verdauga grimaced, he could not quite agree with it and so he stepped to the room of his eldest kitten, young Tsarmina, who would be reaching puberty this spring and was proving herself a capable and loving daughter, though a more capable heir than her still bratty baby brother. Once Verdauga stepped inside, he closed the door and noticed his daughter was gently brushing her bushy tail down to smooth as he sat on the edge of her bed and was grimacing.

Two seasons ago, when Trunn had come to see his brother and the friendly overtures had been fallen aside as the trident had come to his throat, little Tsarmina had appeared in the hall and Trunn had been... startled. Verdauga had then found himself practically rescued by his daughter's big green eyes and the way she'd automatically hugged her uncle and told him how excited she was to meet him! Then the pair had seemed to form a bond with Tsarmina showing him around and just desperate to hear his stories about his conquering. Her soothing his ego and never once mentioning their father had made Trunn's mind slip back to comfort during the winter and last winter it had been the same with Tsarmina quick to hug him and show her uncle her own fighting skills, though Trunn had shown her the need to be more cautious of her feet. But Tsarmina probably did not know what might happen to her this winter, Verdauga felt guilty about it, but Tsarmina was his daughter, not a son who could inherit!

Indeed... his daughter probably could not comprehend that her father had sold her to her uncle as 'company' until she either went off on her own or found a mate. In order to keep his fortress and hold alliance with Trunn, Verdauga had offered his daughter's body ad this season it would be taken. He knew that it was going to be a shocking situation for his daughter, she probably was going to hate all of them after this, but there was no choice... it would have happened no matter what! But Verdauga had made one arrangement with his brother, if Tsarmina ever got pregnant, than Trunn would have to marry her! It would solve any future concern about his son's take over of this fortress and also just make it easier for him to deal with a daughter who was smart enough to be trouble for everyone in future.

"Hello darling... how are you feeling today? Did you know your favourite uncle is coming today and he's very eager to know how his favourite is doing?" Verdauga beamed softly in affection towards his daughter, who for once no longer looked like a kitten or even a teen but somehow with the way she buffed her cheek fur, she seemed more adult. It was only more reassuring to see that she was looking older, if only because he assumed it would make the matters of tonight more bearable for her. He was glad her mother was not around anymore, that feline would have given him a real beating over the matter and yet she'd been just as terrified of Trunn's arrival when he'd first arrived. But Tsarmina seemed to be ignoring him completely, not really bothered by her father's presence and yet, she turned to face him and Verdauga beamed. "You and he get along so well, I'm almost jealous."

"He tells me all about his journeys conquering, he likes to think I could do the same and leave Kotir to Gingervere. I love his aesthetics in helmets too..." Tsarmina beamed, sounding young and cute to her father as he gulped gently in anxiety before nodding his head in understanding. He then patted her head and insisted she make sure she was well dressed as he stepped out of the room. Verdauga grimaced though as he stepped out of the room and pondered if he should prepare a sleeping agent to reduce the pain for his daughter and the virility of his brother. It was sad to sacrifice her, but it would be worse to sacrifice his power to such a vicious being.

Tsarmina heard her father depart and then she looked to her mirror and gave a sharp sneer, mimicking her fathers 'dress up' as she looked towards her image and then gave a violent looking grimace to wrinkle her lips and show off her fangs. Tsarmina had been ecstatic when her uncle had appeared out of the blue, a sulking brat hateful that she'd been given a little brother due to inherit, she'd seen the answer to her problem step in through the hall. When she'd rushed to him, she'd known it was better to ingratiate herself and she'd been pleased to know he liked her eyes and was quick to build a bond. She was a warrior and he could see it, she also could see that he was hoping to take power from his brother anyway and that meant her little brother would be problematic to him too. It hadn't taken too much thinking even for a kitten to know that Trunn was the answer to all her problems.

Then the next year she had chosen her method carefully, knowing that she needed to be very useful to him so that he would not just abandon her to chaos if he killed his brother and took Kotir. When he'd arrived being carried in a chair and showing off a fresh sabre wound to his knee, Tsarmina had seen her chance and that night she'd gone to his room and insisted she'd been concerned for him. She'd sat on the bed with him, changed his dressings while stroking his body with her tail and making sure she looked suggestive just so that he could not help but have some kind of reaction to the cat that would have made things awkward. Tsarmina could have cackled to see the erection in her uncle's trousers at that time and she'd beckoned him to let her 'help' with this strange situation and he'd held her paw to himself, grinning and purring over the taboo nature as he'd even taught her to lick him better. Tsarmina was not naïve, she'd asked her faithful companion Fortunata to teach her everything and then the next night and even used her budding bosom to aid this seeming 'ailment'. By the time Trunn had been preparing to depart he'd been telling her he loved her, licking her body and telling her it was all to make her grow more... but she was not so naïve and she knew about the deal he'd made thanks to her fox and she also knew that tonight she'd make her own deal with the male!

Tsarmina then stepped over to lock her bedroom door, stepping onto her bed and then spreading her legs, she felt at herself and the picked up some items that Fortunata had given her to help with her plan. Tsarmina was going to pretend to be coming into heat, she had a little potion to pour in there for whenever her uncle dared to finger her at the table and she shifted it into a little pocket that only needed to be pinched to squeeze out... then she took a large wooden object that was almost phallic in shape and she gently pushed this into herself, widening her passage so that it would seem more beckoning but not pushing it in to the point it would break anything, then she held her underwear in her paw, shifting a little slit of fabric with knots inside out so that she would have buttons to rub against. She waited a few minutes with the phallus in place before easing it out, hiding it away and then putting on the underwear and then spreading her legs around the bottom of the bed frame like mounting a wooden horse.

With a stern expression that would stop her from showing any kind of arousal to anyone but her uncle, she rubbed the fabric buttons against her clitoris, using the wooden post to split her so she could feel herself being opened apart and the buttons press even more. Her eyes remained staring firmly ahead, teaching herself to be wet with anticipation but not so wet that she might lose the game and show off that she was practicing to make him happy. Tsarmina was going to make sure she made a deal with her uncle tonight, a deal that would see her claiming Kotir and never having to compete with her brother or her father over the matter - she was going to take charge and there was nothing any of them could do to stop her!

She groaned, shuddering as her whiskers vibrated and her tail wagged, standing up immediately as she felt a little dewy drop all onto the knickers and she growled. The thought of her father and brother being drowned in the lake had made her feel far too excited. With a grimace she removed the underwear for something prim and proper before looking in the mirror. She puffed her cheek fur a little, made a practice smile to seem more adorable and then she almost sniggered at herself in the mirror as she adjusted herself in the corset. She looked like a kitten still when she smiled so cutely and that was what her uncle liked his brother to see and what her father foolishly thought her uncle wanted. Tsarmina knew better and of course, Trunn knew her better.

The old battle-cat marched down through the opening gates and into the courtyard with his army at his side. The soldiers of Kotir came forward but they looked woefully unable to even belch out a greeting let alone bully the army into anything useful. The cat in his helmet held his trident to the side, giving it just the gentlest of twitches to inform his troops to lower their weapons and relax. He then turned to his right-hand beast and informed them to deal with the recruits and the guards themselves. He then barged past the guards that shrunk back as he approached a ferret that was supposed to be the butler to the household and bowed to him, but the big wildcat barged right past, his face in a constant snarl as he hissed that introductions were not needed.

Ungatt Trunn was not the kind of cat that would accept himself getting told anything by anyone and certainly not by these weaklings and the beast strolled into the main hall where he came face to face with the rather unimpressive, ginger kitten that looked rather pathetic playing with his toys on the floor and ignoring everyone. When Trunn stepped over with a soft grunt of frustration, the youngster looked up at him and then gave a shriek and hurried over to his fox nanny who was quick to reassure Gingivere that his uncle would not hurt him. Trunn grinned, crookedly, he wished that statement were true but any cat in his bloodline was debatably an enemy no matter what. He grasped his helmet, taking it off and then seemingly being friendly towards his nephew, he plonked it into the young kitten's head as the youth gave a gasp of excitement as his uncle chuckled and then found a seat by the fire to lounge within before the servants present insisted they'd bring him warm meat and ale. He grunted in thanks, settling down before the kitten was settled down on the floor and rushed to his uncle, begging for a story to be told to him.

Trunn began to tell him of his current consequences for a rabble of sea rats that tried to raid his turf and how he'd even climbed onto their boat, thrown the captain onto the end of his trident, kicked others overboard and set fire to the vessels with the slaves inside. He growled over how many pirates were on the coats these days and rumours of a stoat causing trouble in building some kind of fortress! He told the kitten all of these things and Gingivere looked anxious and rather surprised that his uncle could be so dire, he could see his mother peering around a curtain and looking towards the situation anxiously as the food was brought to the cat.

The kitten was permitted to run off on his own and then Trunn turned to look across to the curtain where he knew his weakling of a sister-in-law would be staring out at him. He made sure to make a vile expression and look upon his face as he ripped flesh from bone for them to see. He was enjoying the way that shivering, pampered lady had forgotten her wildcat ways and enjoyed luxury too much. She backed away from the curtain and Trunn was enjoying his ale when he heard the soft slinking of fabric across the ground but his whiskers twitched for the lightest of footfalls. He grinned in amusement as the familiar approach of a much more preferred kitten as he chuckled and placed his tray and flagon down before opening out his arms over the back of the chair as Tsarmina slung herself over the edge of the seat and rubbed noses before giving him a soft kiss.

"Dear child... its good to see you've grown even more beautiful... have you come to hear of my dealings with sea rats too?" The tomcat growled as the she clambered around to sit on one knee like she was still his niece. His big paws swung about her, one to her hip and then one paw down to her thighs, roving and squeezing at the fuller flesh as their noses touched and then cheeks rubbed softly. She was looking adorable and sweet for him, but even he knew of the power in those green eyes and he licked his lips suddenly as his crooked grin returned before he leant forward to whisper to her softly. "Tonight... as soon as your father is in bed... I'm going to devour you."

The rest of the day went by with Verdauga forced to put on a banquet and entertain his brother and his household. He was frustrated that his palace and his stores were being ransacked by soldiers eager for booze and females to play with as well as a chance of a wrestle or a gamble. The place was loud, trapped in a raucous state and the palace forced to heat more fires until it was almost sweaty to pace around. But Trunn was oddly more well-behaved than usual, being eager to talk about Kotir and how things were changing, he mentioned too a place he'd heard of in tales that sounded like the name of some kind of amphibian. This seemed to be his new plan for something more interesting and Verdauga was pleased the eyes were no longer upon Kotir. However, it was quite clear that his brother was eyeing up Tsarmina throughout the evening and Verdauga was thankful for that girl, she'd keep him utterly controlled and distracted from destroying Kotir.

That night, Trunn heard the door open and he stirred in his thick bed as he felt the lightweight body crawl up to join him, only to chuckle in amusement when he spotted she'd already peeled her nightdress aside and was naked in front of him, her little bosoms now more prominent with her nipples already straining with her growing anticipation and her tail right up in eagerness as the tabby princess strolled over the covers to his side, her whiskers straining forward, her nose twitching as she purred and shuffled right to his side. He chuckled in amusement as he brought his nose to hers and then rubbed cheeks with her as she purred loudly, not daring to flinch as the big paws slid underneath her chest to her stomach before laying over her femininity. She shuddered but dared not to move or flinch as she rubbed her cheeks against his shoulder, purring and keeping her tail lifted as his big digits probed through the damp lips to tease and probe into the wet snatch. She gasped but continued to purr happily, rubbing her cheeks firmly against him as he made sure she was excited by him and then Trunn pulled his paw away.

"You've been anticipating my interest... but you haven't been playing with yourself too much, have you?" The moggy growled wickedly towards her and Tsarmina had to feign a blush and shake her head, insisting that she didn't play with herself at all. His paw continued to probe around her unwidened form, grinning wickedly as his digits delved into the gooey mess to make the kitten give a sudden grasp. Then Trunn pulled back, he slumped back with a soft chuckle of amusement as he looked at her expectantly and the feline then settled herself to sitting over his lap and grinning at him expectantly as he then pulled the duvet around to show off the bulging erection. "You know what to do..."

"I do." Tsarmina beamed sweetly, only to suddenly drop her a hind paw to his groin and release her claws, suddenly clasping around his balls as Trunn gave a sudden hiss of shock. His niece looked at him with those dangerous emerald eyes, grinning down at him wickedly with a sudden hiss of control as she dug her claws about the balls, manipulating them within her foot to really make him gulp in shock. He was not expecting this kind of thing to be the case, he was startled to see there was a far more mature look in her features and he had to gulp heavily in surprise. But on the inside, even if he were scared right now, he was feeling exceptionally giddy to have drawn out this sharp side within her as Tsarmina sat up properly and grinned down at him. "I'll do what we planned to do... but we've got to come to a new agreement uncle. I know that you want Kotir as a base for your soldiers and my father makes it so awkward for you here... but, if I were the only one in charge and my father, mother and brother were all gone... I could ensure you had a permanent wintering site and I could takeover this place properly!"

"Your father intends to sell you to me anyway, not as a mate but as a concubine to think I won't come back and cause trouble... but that would not give me what you're offering. In fact, your offer gives me everything with less fuss..." Trunn chuckled in amusement, clenching his teeth as a claw seemed to dig right into a tender spot and yet he lifted a paw to stroke at her face in agreement. He nodded his head with a chuckle of amusement, stating that he was going to make her the Queen of Kotir and Tsarmina gave the loudest series of purrs she could as he bent down to kiss her uncle's lips softly before releasing his balls from her grip. But he then cleared his throat, insisting the barely teenage feline deal with him the way he wanted and Tsarmina grinned in delight before turning around to lounge over his body and bring her mouth to his erection.

She stroked his sheath downwards as her prickled tongue strolled around the slightly barbed head in a slow circle. It made him swell firmly and Trunn gave a chuckle of amusement as he grasped her thighs and crouched forward pulling her legs apart and letting her tail sling over his shoulder and stroke him up and down the back of her neck. Trunn then calmly began to lap between her thighs, clearing up the droplets of honey he'd teased from her before lapping into the lips and making the young female shudder in pleasure as his rough tongue scraped every inch of her clean. It then teased into the opening as she gave a gap of shock but knew what to do.

Tsarmina steered his length to her mouth, sliding her soft lips over the head and down the shaft, learning from before how not to gag when the barbs tickled the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. She steered him down as far as was possible in her throat, breathing hot air messily out over her mouth and sucking in with her nose before suckling at him firmly for a little while before pausing to breathe again. His form swelled in her jaw, filling her to the point she gave a soft gag before she continued to keep suckling before bobbing her head back and forth. Her tongue waggled, tickling around the length and drooling out of her mouth as she purred for the sensation of her uncle opening her with his clawed digits and slurping messily from clit to opening.

The pair enjoyed their usual display of affection, the training he'd given her to prepare her for what he wished for tonight and Tsarmina's tail wagged in a stroking motion down the scarred shoulders of the great war cat. Trunn growled rather than purred, enjoying her virgin taste and knowing that it would anoint his phallus as soon as she had cleared the initial build up. Tsarmina knew what was to come soon, her form quivered against the brutal cat's lips as he brought them to kiss at her, grazing his teeth against her clit to make it swell and her hips shiver. She moaned softly, drooling down his length before slurping it into her mouth greedily, begging for him to release already as the pin-prickles of anticipation for what was to come made her hips start to feel a little numb.

"A little faster, a little deeper now..." The warrior growled, slurping her honey from his chin as he lay her down to settle on his chest, his tail tip giving a gentle wag of anticipation before he strained a paw forward to flick at her young teats to make her jolt. She kneels over him, tail right up and legs spread out as far as she could to let him watch her chin bob down to his groin as she hurried back and forth to get him to cum. He stretched his paw out again to flick her little teats, loving the way they jogged around against her chest... soon enough she'd be a full grown female and he would be greatly amused if he managed to impregnate her upon their first session... but he doubted it considering he was hardly going to be gentle and amused that she would not be expecting to feel an almost barbarian barb splitting her insides.

Tsarmina hurried to keep sucking and lapping, her muzzle covered in drool and precum before she managed to squeeze the muscles in her throat tightly enough that he gave a groan as a sudden thick mass spattered down her throat. She sat up, drool strands attaching her mouth to the cock that fell back but remained hard and pulsing, spitting a little more cum before the big cat gave a chuckle. Tsarmina gagged and choked, trying to force herself to swallow the blob that jiggled at the back of her throat, daring to make her vomit. But she managed it and then she trembled as she looked to the big cat and he knelt up before grabbing her by the ankles.

The youngster was dragged to his side as he rolled onto her, grabbing her ankles and pulling them up to sit near her shoulders, forcing her body to be bent awkwardly. Her feline spine was flexible enough, but she yowled in pain, panting and hissing as she felt the stretching of her legs forcing her to sit open and feel her own pleasure dribbling down to somewhere more unpleasant. The war cat then brought his bristled cock to her entrance, lining his hips to hers as she whimpered pitifully for him to be gentle, but the old cat cackled and thrust in, up to the hilt. His form stabbed its way in, pulling her open, scratching her insides raw as she let out a yowl that echoed around the hall. She yowled and shuddered, her insides quaking and vibrating around him, trying to push him back, trying to cope with the stretch as the violent sting and the sensation of blood mingling with spit and his used cum mixed to give her even more pain. She was already producing tears as Trunn grinned and pulled himself around her, releasing her legs though they folded over his shoulders as she whimpered.

"Be happy... tonight I'm making you a queen." Trunn growled, pulling himself around her, forcing his form deeper into her as she growled and gurned, gritting her teeth and sobbing through a growl in pain. It stung so much, she felt like he was cracking her hips, she felt like he was squashing her, killing her! She did not want it now, she did not want this... but she knew that it was too late and she tried hard not to scream or just howl out as Trunn began to ram swiftly into her body. His hips slammed into her body, back and forth violently and with as much brutality as if he were perhaps pounding his fists into flesh. He showed no mercy and no hint of losing speed or daring to let her body get used to any of it.

His thick shaft charged in, ramming to the lip of the wound before pulling back as the barbs scratched her walls to make her whine before he slammed in again. He could feel her body try to snag and hold him, but his power was enough that the rip and sudden ease of passage that damaged her could only make him purr with pleasure. The tunnel was flooded with his precum, her juices and her blood, making a distinct smell curl up to make his whiskers wrinkle with his lisp as he drank it in with a violent hiss. Whether it was out in the barbarism of battle or the comfort of the castle, Trunn would only show his power and dominance and he hoped her agony over the next few days would remind his brother just who was the most dangerous of them.

Her body squeezed tighter, trying to fight him, trying to stop him but he only got faster as the walls collapsed around him and he moved so slickly into the gaping opening that the pain was too much and the kitten passed out. He did not care, he'd continue even if he killed her like this as he hurried to keep stuffing himself inside the tight, wet warmth that still clenched even as her mind had given up being in the situation. Trunn licked his lips greedily as he hurried on and felt himself coming to the end, no matter how fast it was the damage was done and with a grin, he slapped himself in a few more times before cumming heavily into her body.

When he'd felt himself emptied inside her, she was too tight for him to really pulled out with ease and he had not intention to. His ear lay against her chest, she was breathing despite her agony and he licked his lips before kissing her lips tenderly as he held her to him and then rolled. He rolled onto his back so carefully to keep himself in her body and her attached to him, letting her limp body flop onto his chest with a soft groan before he held her to him and then let her sleep away. But though she did seem to start sleeping, her breathing made her insides twitch around him and as soon as he was hard again, he woke her up by clamping her to him, rolling back onto her as she gave a whimper of upset and then he hammered into her again.

It continued the rest of the night until morning he chose to sleep and curiously, his brother brought in a curiously pale vixen into the room when he thought his brother was indeed asleep. Verdauga had the vixen wrap fabric about his blood smeared daughter who looked almost as if she'd been stabbed to death for the great gaping wound crusted at the sides with drying blood and cum. He had the vixen carry out his daughter and he did not bother to look to the blood stains on the bed but looked towards his brother's sleeping form with a sigh of relief... his daughter had done her job this year once again. But, despite Tsarmina's deal, when Trunn and his horde left on their next assignment, he would encounter a badger known as Lord Brocktree and be unable to achieve Tsarmina's request... not that the young female could not find her own way around it, given time....

The End