Fortune Favours the Bold

A Redwall Fortunata x Mask Oneshot

Fortunata was getting a funny feeling about the dog fox she was talking to and following wandering around the ridiculous woodlands. There was something in this patchy old fox's motions that put her on edge, something about the way his feet might occasionally slap on the ground that made her uncertain. In fact, she was starting to get even more irritated that they'd been looking about all afternoon and nothing yet had happened, so she straightened up and gave a growl.

"Do you have any idea what we're looking for?" Fortunata snarled, stomping her foot amongst the dirt of the ground with her tail ruffling the foliage and her paws to her hips with a growl. The chief medicine fox of Tsarmina the wildcat was not amused at being lured in circles, but when he froze and straightened up, she felt her body quivering in excitement again. It was those eyes... those damned devilish eyes that were more fearsome and dark than any fox's and it made not only her heart tremble but her loins burn like they never had before and she gave a grunt. "Just where exactly have you gained your experiences? What clan did you travel with?"

"I've been here and there... there aren't many lands I haven't travelled either by sea or land... never travelled by sky though. But you can forgive me for forgetting the details... and my clan's long gone and buried..." The strange old fox snorted, grinning wickedly through his strangely gnarled muzzle and somehow his deep voice and his sullen manners made her excited. She was not going to ask him anymore about this, but when her nose began to twitch and she caught scent of what she caught, the vixen suddenly jolted into the brushwood and pulled a knife, ready to slaughter.

Mask was concerned, if they were too fast then there was always the possibility that they'd come across the escapees and kill them. He did not want to kill this vixen just yet, if he knew who she really was and she didn't keep lying about her name and role to him, he might have the chance to gain a good hostage or information. With everything they were hoping for, his attempts as Patchcoat to get this vixen on his side were showing their watchers that he could really do something about infiltrating the palace! Swiftly, the otter in the fox suit launched into the woodland and then suddenly launched around Fortunata's waist, slamming her into the ground.

She gave a swear of fury and snarled until he smothered her mouth and then insisted he thought he'd heard a serpent in the region. She'd spun her head about to look at him as if he were some kind of idiot before she heard the rustling in the bushes. Patchcoat forced her right down into the dirt, making her snarl in fury as she heard the sound continue but saw nothing that looked like a serpent to her. All the same, she had an odd feeling she should trust the figure as she watched the moving bushes in the distance and their weaving motions. She did not know any snakes around here, but she was very pleased it passed away as they straightened up and the dog fox gave a snort.

"That was close... lots of old poison-teeth types coming out these days... the landscape's not settled enough for them to just go back to bed..." The figure grinned, standing up and then patting down the mud from his coat as the vixen pulled herself up from the ground, her body shivering and hot with excitement as she then sat herself down on the floor and glared up at him. Her sudden change in resolve made Mask concerned, had Fortunata assumed something of him? Had he not been covering his identity carefully? "Something up?"

"I've decided that I don't trust you one little bit and because I don't trust you... I ain't moving from this spot and neither are you!" Fortunata growled, folding her arms across her chest and rather forgetting that she'd been sent out to spy on Woodlanders and technically, Patchcoat could be called one of them. She was getting tired from walking so much, especially when she was quite sure they'd passed the same patch of yew trees, though this place looked all the same to her. But the fake-fox gave her a curious expression as he put a paw towards his dagger, ready to fight her if that was what she wanted!

"Well, Besomtail... what exactly do I need to do right now to prove to you that I'm trustworthy? I'm a soldier of fortune, you know... I only do what I want to do unless there's something in it." Mask stated, still not sure whether this vixen was using her real name and well, foxes rarely told strangers anything true as they glowered at each other. But Mask was more than a little startled as Fortunata opened her mouth to speak before dropping her ears back and looking incredibly embarrassed. Her expression seemed to go coy, her tail tucking up into her paws as she stroked at it anxiously and Mask gave a chuckle. "Ah... maybe there's some way I can help you..."

Fortunata was blushing as Mask stretched closer, kneeling down beside her and bringing his mangy looking muzzle towards her face as she pulled back. She seemed to look suddenly younger, suddenly a little adorable which was hard to believe when she'd been one of the handlers of such a creature as the Gloomer. It was intriguing but told Mask he'd hit the mark on the head and well, he had to admit that it was a long time since he'd ever had any interest in such a thing as the opposite sex. Sometimes he wondered if he even had a sex, he never enjoyed this incidents the way others did, always just putting on an act as always... he just had to be and do what she wanted a male to do and... he needed to cover her eyes.

"Do I have a feeling that it's been a little while since someone had a little alone time with their own kind? Maybe with a male fox and was starting to feel a little... interest?" He grinned, speaking very calmly and seductively towards her as Fortunata gave a hefty gulp, seemingly shaking within her skin as he blushed and hide her face behind her tail. She seemed to adorable and vulnerable, it made Mask amused at her reactions as he gently grasped her by the chin, stroking under her throat and moving her up towards having a kiss but then not. He instead let he go as she gulped and gently sat hip-to-hip, facing her as he swung a paw around her hip. "Maybe... there's something I can do for you?"

Fortunata gulped audibly, her body quivering and her stomach knotting with the growing excitement as she felt a skilled paw wrap around her waist to settle on the opposite hip. He stroked at her hip, his delicate digits carefully steering the fabric of her tunic loose to get his paw to the fur beneath. She shuddered with a sharp gaps of pleasure as she looked into those terrifying eyes and then he brought his muzzle to her neck. She gave a sudden sharp whine of delight as she felt him kiss and nip at her shoulder and neck, a slow groan of pleasure telling him that he was right to guess that she might be wanting a little physical companionship and it would certainly give the others time in their escape.

"Well... did you want it, Besomtail?" He growled low and deep, his throat seemingly vibrating against her shoulder as she gave a sharp moan of pleasure and then gulped back her fears. Nervously, she nodded her head, imploring him to give her the passion she was looking for and Mask was amused. He generally thought that vixens tended to be loyal to their chosen mates, but then again she'd never told him she had a mate before and her servitude to another meant that there was always the possibility that she'd never had the chance to choose a mate. But he was glad that she was willing to be claimed by him and then he whispered to her. "You'll do anything I ask of you... won't you?"

"Uh... yes... yes! Anything!" Fortunata gulped anxiously, her body on fire and her loins getting wet with growing excitement. The vixen was usually nastier, snarlier, unafraid of the others in the ranks thanks to the favour of Tsarmina, but as she looked towards the male she couldn't help but shiver slightly in anticipation. But then Fortunata gulped heavily as the stranger picked up a seeming thin rag from within the folds of his patchy clothing and pulled it up to her face as she blushed heavily. "Uh... what's that for?"

"You want to have a good experience, you haven't had some in a while... so why not do it blindfold, then you can imagine me to be anyone you wish me to be." The fox stated gently, looking towards her confidently as Fortunata gave a heavy gulp of shock and then nodded her head. Nervously, she allowed him to wrap the fabric about his face, covering her eyes so completely that she had to grasp his shoulders to gain some sense of balance. She was shivering slightly in anxiety as he tightened around the back of her head, so much that it was too tight to even try and move off her eyes or come loose as she could not see anything. "Can you see anything?"

"Just the darkness... I'm a little scared." She was starting to get even more worried, if she was not able to think that Patchcoat would give her what she wanted, she was aware this would be a good chance to kill her! If this were an enemy... if he were lying to her right now... then he'd have a moment when she was at risk of death as she gripped hold of him tightly, making sure he was not going to do something silly. When she heard the sound of something being removed, almost like a dagger being unsheathed and his hands were working away under her grip, the vixen snarled before she then felt his paws guide hers from his body and down to his groin.

She gave a sharp gasp, her healer's paws being brought to a thick, long and hard object that was burning in her grip and easy to recognise as the strong scent of musk filled the air. Patchcoat then leant forward, asking her if she liked his size and told her that he'd not found it so easy to be this excited before. Fortunata gulped heavily, it had been so long since she'd been introduced to a cock and certainly, she'd not been complimented like that in a while. Her paws stroked down the length, feeling his hefty balls but also how curiously smooth his fur was here before the fox leant the vixen back and took her hands together, binding them up above her head as she gave a shiver of excitement and he gently pulled her clothes aside before licking her muzzle.

"Let me ravish you..." Mask growled like a fox and Fortunata could not help but grin in delight and nod her head as the dog-otter slowly peeled off the mask from his face and brought his smoother head down to her bosom. He let his tongue work around her neck first, slurping upwards to her chin, making her moan and sigh before he nibbled at her and she could not help but giggle at the actions. He kissed her lips quickly, making her pant anxiously as he then began to lick at the top of her chest, nibbling along her clavicle as he brought his gloved paws to her narrow teats. Her breasts were small, more muscle than the softer mounds he was used to, but this was of no consequence as he began to flick her nipples and the vixen sighed lovingly in excitement as Mask sighed.

He did not like sex, to him it was just another way to blend in, gain information and live whatever lie he needed to in order to live. Mask had no interest in finding a partner, finding love, he had no interest in having children or a family, he'd come to the woods to live out his life in peace... the times of a warrior lost. He preferred solitude and yet, like all creatures, he experienced the occasional moment where his body wished for something his mind did not and, having guessed that Fortunata was more susceptible to such a thing and easier to distract and delay like this, the otter had accepted that he would have sex with this fox and thankfully, he'd had an erection where he'd feared he might not.

Everything else regarding the act was as easy as following a manual for using any kind of machinery or learning to steer a punt... there were a set of tasks you had to do, but you did them at your own pace and rhythm, just like this. Fortunata was trembling in anticipation for him to start more, so Mask moved his head downwards from her neck to her breasts. With on paw he was still massaging the left bosom, but the right bosom he brought his muzzle to, gently rolling his tongue over it as slowly and carefully as he could. He felt the taut skin tightening up and straining out, the sound that came from deep in her throat a gorgeous groan that made him curious.

"Aah... so nice... so nice..." The vixen whimpered in excitement, her stomach churning with growing pleasure as Mask's mouth wrapped around the teat, sucking and pulling with his lips. She shivered, her pussy was starting to get wet and welcoming for him to enter her and Mask knew it. The vixen seemed to feel it even more than with another male and she wondered if it was because of the blindfold. This was useful for Mask, the more she was close to cumming, the less he had to do for her as he suckled at her nipple.

"I'm going to aim lower..." Mask growled low into hear ear, letting his breath roll around her neck to make the fur ripple as she gave a shuddering gasp of delight. She spread her legs for him, gasping and shuddering in expectation as he beckoned her softly to hold her legs open to him. She trembled, shifting her paws beneath her thighs and then hooking her legs up properly, spreading them and exposing her wet pussy to the woodlands and the chill in the air. Her legs wobbled, she was shivering in anticipation but also feeling a strange thrill from the humiliation of being told o open herself up like that and Mask gave a chuckle. "You look beautiful."

She seemed to blush down there and Mask took in a deep breath, his whiskers almost stroking out of his mask with the frustration he felt at having to perform this, but he needed to do it or they would catch up with the others and this would disorientate her! He slipped the lower jaw of the muzzle right down, letting his tongue have full access as he pressed his lips to her wetter ones. She shivered and twitched at his warm breath and then stretched her legs open wide, making her aroused clitoris obvious to him. Knowing what to do, he kissed at her clit to make her jolt before he then slowly rolled his thick tongue up and down, stroking the edges of her vulva as Fortunata shuddered in pleasure.

Then Mask brought his tongue to her clitoris and then slowly began to spell out her name onto the clitoris, making Fortunata's hips buckle and her pussy get wetter and slippery. She moaned and sighed in utter pleasure, panting and groaning in delight before her hips began to wiggle violently in delight as Mask reached half-way spelling out er name and she gave out a soft yodel. She beckoned him not to keep teasing her, but he brought a paw to her snatch, pressing down on her swollen clit and twirling it in a circle as she hissed and groaned and Mask gave a chuckle, licking his lips and then bringing his tongue down to her welcoming entrance.

Fortunata wished she could drop her paws onto his head and just keep him there, his tongue was thicker than any male before and she shivered and jiggled beneath it. The tongue rolled and stroked in the insides of her, the otter ignorant to the taste and just doing what he must as the vixen moaned and gasped in pleasure. The more he licked and teased her, especially when he made the wettest slapping sounds, the more she moaned out in delight and her hips rocked. She was panting and her eyes were rolling back as she could feel the pressure bubble building it up, her insides almost making her want to wet herself as the otter flickered his tongue in deeper and deeper until she gave a sharp gasp.

A wet mix of her inner juices and her overexcitement shot in a squirt onto the fox mask as the otter gave a soft chuckle. He was glad he'd made her cum so quickly, going down on another was as boring to him as the main event, but as he looked to her naked, panting form, he was impressed at her reaction. Her nipples were straining out and she was shuddering, her pussy visibly twitching with desire for more and the otter hadn't lost his erection yet as he then shuffled closer. He grasped his cock, rubbing it more firmly to ensure the erection was solid before he brought the hot, firm rod to the quivering quim as Fortunata felt the heat and shuddered in utter delight.

"Don't you dare tease me!" The vixen snarled, making it clear that she would probably bite him if he did not put it in. Mask was aware that she wanted it, he may not have the same level of urgency but he knew that there was some benefit to the action aside from buying time... it was just the sensation of pleasure never seemed to be at the same level as any of his partners or peers, it was just like any other pleasure like eating good food or reading a good book! He rubbed his cockhead against her again, rubbing up and down against her twitching clitoris as she moaned and whimpered in desperation before he brought it to the sopping wet entrance. Here, he pushed himself in just enough to swallow the head, feeling her boiling heat and her surprising tightness as Fortunata gave a moan of delight and then groaned, before Mask pushed his length into her.

He seemed to slid onto her body, letting their heat mingle and he found it pleasurable to hold her, to feel the warmth, to feel her nipples rubbing against his smooth otter fur. Within her was pleasant too, he liked the warmth that engulfed him, the way he felt wet bubbles squeeze past his length as her muscles massaged and rubbed him. He let her gasp and pant, her body twitch a little more as it tried to accommodate his long form, but once she was comfortable and the twitching calmed, he wrapped his arms around her body and began to move his hips.

This was the part he found the most tedious, the steady grinding into her body until she got wetter and his cock finally burst, but there was never enough pleasure from it to really make it feel as breath taking as it seemed to be for Fortunata. She was panting and moaning in excitement, her tongue lolling from her jaw and making her give out stupid strangled sounds. Her legs were akimbo, trying to let him bury himself in deeper and deeper as she moaned and groaned as her insides were churned! Mask took a few tiring pants, his hips rocking hard as he beckoned his body and hers to hurry up and reach its goal, but it seemed to be taking longer than he'd ever hoped.

Fortunata was soon howling in pleasure, desperate to grasp him but instead working with her hips to try and help him hit all the right spots. He moved with her, trying to help get the right reactions and feeling that familiar tension within her body. He could feel her clenching, see her hips lift as she was squeezing her lips and giving low whines of excitement. She was shuddering and moaning, utterly enthralled as Mask began to feel that slight dizziness that meant he'd get that brief spike of pleasure and then it would be done.

When Fortuanta's body squeezed around his thick length, she gave out a groan as she grit her teeth, another squirt of pleasure soaking the otter's underside as he then continued to thrust as she slumped back with a hefty groan of pleasure. Fortunata's head was spinning, it had been the best thing she'd felt in years, she felt wonderful and certainly she was going to make sure Patchcoat stuck with her at Kotir if she could. Mask hurried though and finally, he felt that wave of pressure subside and then squeeze out, the sudden relief causing a soft grunt as he let his seed sputter down into the vixen's body.

She gave sounds as if it were delicious, moaning as sighing as she felt him still inside her as Mask was motionless but for his panting. He felt that strange wave of clarity that followed after the brief moment of pleasure, but all it did was tell him he'd had sex to deal with a problem and that was not exactly something he was proud of doing. With a sigh of relief, he pulled out from her and then insisted he'd clean her up. Swiftly, he readjusted his whole outfit and cleaned himself up before cleaning up the vixen too, then he released her eyes as she gave groans and pants of utterly delight before slapping his shoulder.

"Right... once we've had a nap... we'll get back to tracking... understood?" The vixen panted and yet she seemed really puffed out and exhausted, which was more to Mask's liking. Certainly, he'd done enough to buy them time and for now, he'd make sure to lead her into great wide circles to ensure there was more time for the allies to be ready to deal with this fox. For Mask, the mingling of the flesh meant nothing... it had just been business.

The End

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_I hope you've enjoyed this piece, certainly I was always intrigued by how demure I'd say Mask's character was. I generally like the think the otters are probably quite sexual beings like other mustelids, although a little more faithful and so I thought that maybe another reason Mask stays away is because he's also asexual, it seemed to make sense to me so I hope you don't mind me writing him as such. _