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There was not a house or construction for miles. Only forest in any way you looked. A dense and compacted forest, the leaf-filled canopies of the trees filtering the light and causing the inside of the forest to become even darker. This served to make this night even darker for the group that was currently traveling through the inside of it.

This could be a problem if you were trying to find your way through the forest. However, this was not much of a problem for that group in particular. All of them have a naturally strong night vision. They could see well even in situations that would leave many others practically blinded by the darkness. That was one of the advantages of being a vermin.

They certainly had a much better eyesight in dark conditions than most goodbeasts.

Honestly, the members of the group wondered who was the one who came up with those classifications.

They have been around for so long that anyone hardly even remembered how they came to be, and how certain species have come to be group as "vermin" while others came to be group as the "goodbeasts". It seemed at least a tad bit tendentious.

Goodbeasts were noble creatures, peaceful and honored, who lived in harmony with the forest and with each other, like hares, mice and badgers.

Meanwhile, the vermin were nasty, deceitful and untrustworthy beings, who thrived in taking from others and on causing them problems to benefit themselves. Beings who could hardly live in society because of their cruel and selfish behavior, which did nothing but cause problems to those around them. In that group were animals like foxes, rats and weasels.

The creatures which composed the group currently traveling through the forest. All of them were animals that had the fame of being cruel, selfish and vile, and so should never be trusted and should be avoid like the plague, for they would only cause problem.

Now, some might consider this kind of labelling to be unfair. That maybe they were just a group of travelers trying to make their way through the forest so they could continue trying to earn their lives honestly and rightfully the best way they can.

Until they found out they were currently transporting a prisoner who they had kidnapped from his home.

And the fact that they had managed to kidnap this creature has certainly put all of them on a good mood. So much that, as soon as they stopped and settled a camp on a clearing on the forest to spend the night, they all put themselves to drink and celebrate the fact that they have performed their mission perfectly.

"And the idiots never even saw us coming!" Said a weasel, as he took a bite out of his food, which they had "appropriated" during the course of their mission to capture their target. "So much for the inhabitants of the great abbey of Redwall!"

Every single one of the beasts surrounding the fireplace where their food was being roast laughed alongside the weasel. Every one of them sharing of the satisfaction of knowing that they have had it better over the poor fools of Redwall. That they had managed to infiltrate their previous haven and not even be seen by any of them. That they had left with their prize, and a few extra benefits taken from the place, with the fools running after them with their weapons and forks while sounding their alarm way too late. Man, who it was gratifying to just vanish in the night, stopping briefly to look back and watch all of them trip over the roots and bump into each other as they tried to find their way into the darkness with their weak little eyes that depended so much on the light of the torches they were carrying, but still failed to see what was right before their snouts.

It has been a whole week, and they still laughed every time they remembered the way the idiots tripped and fell down. It was enough to put a big smile on each one of their muzzles. Especially when they were having their fill of ale and food.

As the night continued, and they continued to have their celebration, they all were soon devolving into their usual antics for moments like that. Telling vile jokes that would make the goodbeasts look completely mortified if they ever heard them. Dancing around like fools to the sound of their improvised music and out-of-tune singing. And, of course, getting into fights with each other, punching and clawing and biting each other for one reason or another while everyone else gathered around, watching it as if it was a great spectacle while they cheered for their favorite one and bet their money on who would come out on top.

All the while, someone else was watching. She was the only female of the group, what meant that she was far more sophisticated than the rest of the creatures that she worked with. However, don't you go thinking that she was weak for being a female. If that woman wanted, she could be more vicious and fearsome than any other male that composed her group, and all of the other creatures knew that well.

No wonder she was their leader.

"Hey, you over there!" She said, causing some to look her way, while the rest of the group continued focused on the fight, and the two on the center continued focused into one bringing the other into submission. "What is happening over there? Do I have to go there and knock some sense into someone?"

"Oh, no!" Said one of them, a fox. He didn't want her to come and "knock some sense into someone". No one of the group wanted that. "It's alright, Warfang. We are just having some harmless fun. No problem at all."

"I hope so." Said Warfang, their leader. "Because we still have three more days of travel ahead of us before we arrive to Cluny's base, and the last thing I want is to have to drag someone's sorry tail there because you got yourself too hurt."

The fox reassured her this was not going to happen. The vixen then asked a different question:

"And our prisoner?"

"In the tent like you ordered." The fox said, a smirk on his face. "Little shit didn't protested at all. Guess he finally admitted defeat. Still, I decided to threaten him a little bit, just to make sure he still remembers his place."

"Did you fed him?"

"Oh." The fox said, "I decided it was better to leave him without food tonight."

"Why?" Warfang asked, and the fox said something about "him having glared at him a way he didn't liked". This was not a good enough answer to her.

"Cluny wants him alive." The female said, "If he dies from starvation he might use this as an excuse not to pay us."

"Okay, I'll feed him." The fox said, as if in defeat, but then Warfang said:

"I will feed him. You all go back to this little fun of yours."

"As you wish, Boss Lady." The fox said, "And maybe later, we can have some fun of our own, you and me."

Warfang didn't even dignified to give the tod an answer, and just went her way while he looked at her, thinking that this cold attitude of her only made her even more attractive.

Yes, Warfang was attractive. As a female fox, she was indeed as attractive as she could be.

It was not only her soft and nice features, which looked attractive even when they were morphed into an expression of cold rage towards someone who angered her. It was not only her eyes, of a beautiful shade of yellow that sparkled even when they were gazing at someone with a contempt that would make even the strongest warlord flinch and recoil. It was not even just her body, which was stronger than that of most males of her species but was still as attractive and beautifully formed as the body of a female was supposed to be.

It was her fur. Most foxes had fur of a red color, including the one who just tried to, once more, fruitlessly seduce Warfang. However, this vixen's fur was of a different coloration. From the day she was born, she had the most beautiful, most glorious fur of the same color of silver. Broken only by the white of her muzzle and on the tip of her tail, as well as the black on her paws, the silvery fur went everywhere. Not that anyone else could see, of course, as most of her fur was hid underneath her clothing. Unlike most women, who wore dresses, Warfang chose to wear more practical clothing, such as a white sleeveless shirt, a red vest, and a pair of form-fitting sorts. All of that was geared towards giving her the most freedom of movement for when she was in battle, but it ended up having the effect of highlighting her features, as the clothing clung to her body and left few things to the imagination. She even had some liberty to adorn herself with gold, as she had two earrings on her right ear, a golden chain hanging from her neck and another one around her bushy tail.

All of that combined worked to make her the most attractive female fox many had ever laid their eyes upon. Even the ones outside of her species easily noticed how she was the most beautiful and attractive vixen they ever laid eyes upon.

So, it was no surprise that this male fox, like nearly all others, wanted to try and approach her. Nearly all of the male foxes of their group had spent years trying to approach Warfang.

However, none of them ever had much success with it.

The vixen seemed to have her own standards when it came to her personal relationships. She cared for them as members of her group, looking after them as if they were her own family, but she was quick and merciless to shot down any attempts of trying to lure her into a relationship and into bed.

They were her own crew, but they were far from the kinds of males she would ever even consider allowing to touch her.

Yet, they all still tried, hoping that today would be the day they would finally pierce through her silvery shell and reach what laid inside of it. And of her clothes.

While everyone continued their little celebration, Warfang put herself to fill a plate with food and then to go check on their prisoner herself.

He was inside of a tent that was right by the side of her own, both of them set up for a comfortable night, and both of them in which no one of the group was allowed to go without the vixen's explicit permission.

The one where their prisoner was inside was the one who had a pair of weasels on the front. Which were both currently passed out with a spilled jug of wine on the ground between them. Warfang looked at the two as they snored and was already making a note to cut their part of the payment in half for that.

Without giving them any mind, she simply walked forward into the tent, which was illuminated by two torches on the sides, with the extra light of the moon coming from an opening on the top of the tent, casting an eerie illumination on the inside, which was mostly empty. In fact, the tent would be completely empty was not for a single, lonely occupant, who was currently kneeling by a soft covering of hay on the ground with his head down. A rope had been tied around his neck and fixated in the ground with a stake, so the mouse was now leashed in place like a wild animal.

"Hey, mouse." Warfang said, causing the ears of the captive to twitch. "Are you hungry? Brought some food."

The mouse looked up, looking at the approaching fox with beady eyes. Most other mice would be a little scared of the fox coming their way. First off, because foxes were much bigger, and natural predators, not to mention the fact they were recognized by mice as enemies. This mouse, in particular, should be very intimidated, considering that he was currently on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back and wearing nothing, as his clothes had been taken from him during the course of his captivity.

However, as the mouse looked up at her, Warfang could not see any fear in them. Neither could she see any hostility or anger in them, as one would expect that a kidnapped person would show towards his kidnappers. She didn't even saw any of the spite and contempt that she had, so many times in her life, saw on the eyes of animals like this mouse whenever they looked at her.

This made Warfang more than a little interested.

"So?" Warfang asked, approached him. "You hungry?"

The mouse looked at her, before nodding.

"Yes, I am quite hungry. Could I have some food, please?" He said, and his voice didn't betray any ill-feelings towards the fox whom he was talking with. And that "please" he gave to her sounded sincere. Not like "desperation born from hunger" sincere, but more of "authentically and honestly wanting to show respect" sincere. This only made him even more interesting for the silver-colored fox.

"I brought you a few things." She said, kneeling to be more on the level with the small mouse, and showing him the food in the plate, which included bread, some cheese and a few wild berries. "I'll feed them to you. Don't you dare biting me." She warned him, and the mouse looked at her, before nodding.

"I won't." He promised, and he sounded honest. Still, Warfang was careful when taking the food to his lips so he could bite and chew. She was ready to pull out if the mouse tried to bite her fingers. Others had done before, and she had enough bleeding on her hand to learn to be careful when feeding a prisoner.

But the mouse didn't try to go for her fingers. Nor for the rest of her hand. He only continued to eat the food she was offering to him, and he seemed to be glad for receiving food. No surprise, considering her stupid subordinates thought that making the prisoner starve was a good way of correcting some bad behavior.

Well, she could see where they were coming from, kinda, but she thought that they went a bit too far. She knew very well how bad it felt to be left without food, and she didn't wish it on others...

She continued to feed the prisoner for a while, even using a small handkerchief to wipe his face if he got anything there, and eventually the mouse had been fed, and he let out a sigh of relief as he felt his stomach being filled after being made to go hungry for nearly a whole day.

"There, this should keep you going until tomorrow." Warfang said, as she wiped the mouse's face from any crumbs. Now that the mouse had been fed, she could leave him there for the night and worry about keeping those idiots from killing each other...

"Thank you." The mouse said, as the vixen was placing the handkerchief back on her pocket. "The food was very good. I appreciate it."

There was no irony on his voice. There was no contained anger or resentment. He was being sincere when thanking her. He also was not speaking as if he was only saying that out of obligation to thank her. He was speaking that out of an honest desire to express his gratitude to her for feeding him.

Like he would do for a fellow goodbeast, instead of a vermin.

This caused Warfang to look at him as if she was trying to figure him out.

"What?" The mouse asked, looking at her, and she then said:

"Don't you hate me?"

The mouse blinked.

"Why would I? I don't even know you."

"Well, I kidnapped you from your home, for starters." Warfang said to him, looking at the mouse. "And I am a vermin. One of the enemies of your kind."

The mouse looked at her for a few moments, before shrugging.

"Yes, you kidnapped me." The mouse said, looking at her. "But, even so, I don't think I need to hate you for this... or for being a vermin."

She looked at him with a cocked head.

"You are so strange..." Warfang said to him. The mouse could only look back at her with a cocked head of his own, as the two animals now were currently trying to figure the other out.

Warfang had gone there only to feed him. She planned to just make sure he was fed enough not to die and then leave. However, she stayed. She stayed to talk with the mouse, as she wanted to understand better how that mouse could not have any hatred towards her. If not for her being a vermin, then for her to having plotted to have him forcefully taken from his home...

"Honestly, how can you not hate me?" Warfang asked him, "I'm being serious. If someone had taken me from my home by force, then you can be sure I would have be yelling every curse I know at them the second I had my mouth free. And poor of the sod who tried to get his fingers anywhere near my mouth."

To that, the mouse only shrugged.

"I... don't really see a point on being mad at you." He said, "I mean, it is not as if hating you for what you did to me would change my situation. So, I do see no point in doing it. Actually, I think it would be unfair with you."

"Unfair with the person who kidnapped you?" She asked him, "You okay, mouse? I think you may have hit your head while we were taking you from your bedroom."

"I mean, it would not be fair with you as a person." Matthias said to her. She looked at him curiously.

"Martin the Warrior left a teaching that is not very well known among most goodbeasts." The mouse said, "Thy shall not judge other beasts based for the skin in which they were born, for one's soul is not to be bound by the labels of kin."

The vixen continued to look at him.

"I think that's just Martin's way of telling others not to hold the fact that someone is a vermin against them. Even if some vermin might be very nasty." The mouse said to him, "I kind of... I don't know, find it inspiring? Like, the species you have does not defines who you will be for the rest of your life. It is just... something that's worth living by, I think. Martin was a smart guy."

"That's a good teaching." Warfang said, "Still, you kind of injured three of my men while they were carrying you with us."

"Hey, I am a warrior!" Matthias said to her. "At least that's what all of the monks of the abbey say. That I have the soul of a warrior. You guys were kidnapping me from my home, so I fought the best I could. Sorry if I wounded some of your guys bad. Do you like any of them in particular?"

"Not particularly." The vixen said as she shrugged. "They might be my men and I do look after them, but honestly, some of them really disgust me. They are nasty, they are vulgar and some of them are quite smelly, even though I order them to bathe at least once every three days. But, they are loyal and follow orders, and that is enough for me. Even though I wish some of them would not flirt with me so shamelessly."

"Well, loyalty is important." The mouse said, "And for the flirting, well, I imagine it can be annoying, but I guess I can't really blame them, if considering how beautiful you are." The mouse stopped himself after saying that, and then he looked away blushing, as if he realized he had said more than he intended.

The vixen looked at him for a few moments, and then chuckled.

"Mouse, you are pretty interesting." The vixen said to him, and she was being honest when she said that.

This mouse didn't resent her.

He didn't hate her only for being what she was. He was open to have a conversation with her and he was willing to get to know her.

Unlike the rest of the many species who called themselves his "brethren".

He even admitted she was beautiful! Most other mice and their fellow hares and badgers would say she was disgusting for being one of those beings who were "born for evil" and would not give her the time of day or any of their trust.

This was a pain, and it was the main reason why foxes, rats and weasels kept their distances of the animals of the likes inhabited places like the abbey of Redwall.

All of them have had to live with the label of "vermin" their entire lives. This meant that they were seen with mistrust by all the "goodbeasts", being shunned by them and forced to live only with their own kin. Overtime, they learned, like the rest of their people, to look down on the goodbeasts for the way they treated them, and to think that there was no problem if they had to put them down if they could have it better.

The sad truth was that, earned or not, the vermin reputation was something that helped perpetuate the very same behavior that gave them said reputation.

And the goodbeasts simply didn't saw it.

This mouse, however, seemed to see it.

And so did this "Martin the Warrior".

To tell people not to judge others simply because they were born as vermin... the guy was smart. Perhaps a bit too smart for the time he was born.

"I like you, mouse." Warfang told him, "You are really nice to be around."

"Thanks." The mouse said, "My name is Matthias, by the way."

"I know." The female fox said as she looked at the mouse, sitting on the ground across him. "Cluny told me who you were."

"You know Cluny?" Matthias asked, and then the vixen said:

"He is the one who hired me to kidnap you. Offered me some pretty coin to do so, I might add."

The mouse looked at her, and then his semblance changed. She could see now what she had been expecting to see when she first came into the hut. That look of anger and resentment.

"You... are working for Cluny?" He asked.

"Oh." She said, looking at the mouse "Now you hate?"

"I hate Cluny." The mouse said, "He destroyed my village. It is because of him that I am an orphan."

"Oh... sorry about that." The vixen said, and then she added:

"To be completely honest, I don't like Cluny as well. The guy is despicable."

"Then why are you working for him?" Matthias asked, to what the vixen's simple answer was:

"Because he is paying me."

Matthias only looked at her for a few moments, before he asked:

"Are you really going to give me to him?"

He sounded fearful as he asked that, and Warfang could not help but feel sorry for the mouse.

"Our orders were to take you to him alive, even though he did say we could kill you if we had no other chance, but that we would be paying less for delivering a dead mouse than a living one." She explained to Matthias. "He has plans for you, apparently."

Matthias didn't want to imagine what the vile and cruel rat had in store for him.

"It is just business." Warfang said to him. "It is really nothing personal. I do hope you can understand that."

Matthias closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. With a sigh, he said:

"I do."

He then looked up, looking at the beautiful vixen who now held him prisoner and was taking him to his greatest enemy. However, even so, there was no hatred or resentment on his eyes still. Only determination.

"Oh... that's an interesting look you got there, mouse." Warfang said to him.

"I will arrive at Cluny with my head held high." Matthias said with determination. "If he is expecting me to arrive to him bawling and begging for my life, he will be disappointed! I will not give him the pleasure of seeing me down and defeated! I will remain strong until the very end! I will show him that he cannot bring me down this easily!"

Okay, Warfang gotta give it to this mouse, he had a lot of bravery. More so than she expected from someone who grew up in an abbey, living with monks and having a cushy and safe life when compared to those like her, who had to grow up in a world that was not exactly receptive to her just because she was born a fox.

The goodbeasts never gave her the time of day, and she could not count on other vermin because they too were more interested in helping themselves than helping each other. That was because they all were on the same crappy situation.

So, poor Warfang was forced to grow up counting only on herself after losing her mother, and she had to struggle her entire life.

It did made her strong. However, it also made her... lonely.

Very lonely, as she never found a male who she could truly be with. A male who was truly worthy of her time. A male who was not disgusting and pitiful.

A male who would be worthy of knowing her true name.

A male like... that mouse.

"You really are something, Matthias." She said, looking at the smaller male, who looked back at her. She then got up to her feet, as she said:

"You know what? I am going to offer you a deal."

Matthias looked at her, now interested on what she had to say.

"I don't like Cluny as well, and I do would love to see him get what's coming for him." She said to the mouse. "So, here is the deal: I will let you go..."

Matthias perked as he heard that, looking intently at the vixen.

"...if you do me a small favor." She concluded, and the mouse looked at her.

"What kind of... favor?"

She smiled down at him... and started to undress.

Matthias could only watch as the vixen removed her clothes, one item at a time, until she was standing before him with only her own fur and jewelry, as she had removed all cloth.

Matthias, on his end, looked away as he blushed. He was not used to seeing a naked female. Also, he already figured out what kind of "favor" the vixen wanted from him.

"A-are you serious?" Matthias asked, "C-couldn't you just let me go?"

"What, afraid that being with a vermin will give you some disease?" Warfang asked of him, and she stood before the mouse.

"I-it is not that." Matthias said, looking down. "I-is just that... I-I've never... never before..."

Warfang continued to look down at the blushing mouse, and her smirk widened.

"Ohhhh, a virgin, huh?" She asked, and Matthias' blush grew even more intense.

"Well, that is adorable, I have to say." She said, as she crouched slightly, and ran a hand over the mouse's head, petting him and caressing his fur, what only caused Matthias to blush even harder.

She then placed two fingers on his chin and forced him to lift his muzzle. Soon, the mouse was opening his eyes to look at her. She had a smile on her face that was very friendly and inviting.

"Don't worry, Matthias. I am not a depraved woman." She said to him. "I just want some company that I have been missing for a really long time now. Do it for me. Satisfy me. Make me feel like a woman again. Do it for me, and you have my word you will be let go free."

She was telling the truth. Matthias had the feeling she was. At least, he felt like he could trust her word as she said that to him with that smile and those kind eyes looking down on him.

"So, do have a deal?" she asked of him. Matthias looked up at her, and he knew that he could not give up his chance of escaping from being taken to Cluny, as he knew that a grim fate waited for him if he didn't take her offer while he could.

So, Matthias told her that they had a deal, and this was all that the vixen had been hoping to hear.

She straightened herself, standing before Matthias as she spread her legs. In doing so, she completely exposed her gender to him.

This was Matthias' first time seeing a female's intimate parts so close outside of one of the anatomy books of the abbey's library. The vision was... well, compare it to seeing a poorly-made painting of a person and then one day finally meeting the person in life and finding out that the poorly sketched imagery just didn't made them justice.

The poor virgin mouse's first instinct was to look away in bashfulness, as his cheeks heated with a blush even more. Warfang, however, was having none of that, as she wanted something out of this mouse, and she was going to have it.

"Look at it, Matthias." She said to him, and the mouse did, after a little more coaxing.

He blushed even harder as he looked at the part of her body. He noticed how puffy the outer lips of it seemed, as if they were swollen. He didn't know yet, but this was the result of the need that Warfang was experiencing, as it has been years since she last found a male who was alluring enough for her to even consider allowing to come this close to her most sacred areas.

"Now, do you need me to explain what I want you to do, or think your male instincts can guide you from there?" the vixen asked to the mouse, and Matthias looked up at her, letting her know that he knew what to do. Even if his male instincts could not guide him, he had some pretty good idea thanks to the novels that he kept hidden under his pillow back on the abbey.

They were quite descriptive on the... risqué scenes.

Hesitantly, Matthias leaned forward. His nose twitched as he smelled the scent coming from there. It smelled musky. Sweet, like fresh peaches and jasmine flowers, but with a tint of spicy on it, somewhat like cardamom.

He made his fur stand on end as his brain instinctively associated it with the smell of a female, even if not one of his own species.

Matthias opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out and slowly closing the distance and, in a very slow and deliberate, careful even, action, he licked the female gender presented before him.

It had a... sour flavor. Strong, like the scent, but even more powerful. It caused Matthias to shudder as he could feel as if the blood was starting to boil inside his veins.

"Good..." Warfang said, as she stood before the mouse, a smile on her muzzle. "Very good, little mouse. Now do it again."

Matthias did, and he kept licking her, while the vixen stood before him with her arms crossed before her chest.

She was not moving a lot, and her expression was unchanging despite the smile on her face, to the point where one could even assume the mouse was not making a good job and was leaving her bored. However, the truth was that, after so long without intimate contact, having her sacred area licked by the tongue of a male was driving Warfang insane with desire and pleasure.

She was only composed enough not to cry to the heavens about it.

She much rather just murr to herself as she allowed the mouse to continue servicing her with his mouth. And, boy, Matthias did not disappoint Warfang in the slightest.

He kept licking her obediently, dragging his tongue across the gender of the standing, taller female as he remained on his knees before her. He passed his tongue over her gender, repeatedly, often passing it right over her clint as he did so. The taste of her gender, while still sour on his tongue, grew more and more alluring to the mouse the more he licked her gender. Especially after she started leaking.

That fluid, clear and with the same taste as that of her folds, was leaking from there like honey from a comb and dripping from there and leaking down her legs all the way down to the ground. Matthias just could not lap on all of it as it came out, but he did what he could, passing his tongue as much as he could by her folds to try and catch as much of this leaking fluid as he could, and swallowing it before licking again, much to Warfang's delight.

She murred louder, her gender dripping more and more of it's clear precious liquid, which the mouse drank as if he was a thirsty man who had not drank for days and just found a fountain of nectar. Eventually, it was too much for her.

Warfang groaned, her gender contracting and moving as her orgasm hit. Matthias squeaked and pulled back as her sex exploded, spilling juices all around, and a lot of it spilling not only on his muzzle, but all over his face.

After fifteen seconds, Warfang let out a sigh. Her fluids were still leaking from her gender as she looked down, seeing the mouse, who was shaking his head. Her orgasm caught him off guard, and some of the fluid nearly got on his eyes. He wished he had his hands free so he could wipe his face.

Luckily for him, Warfang was there, and she gently passed her fingers over the eyes of the kneeling mouse and around them to wipe it clear from the fluid that could hurt his eyes if it got into them.

Warfang looked down at him, and she was smiling kindly to him as he looked up at her.

"That was amazing, little mouse." Warfang said to him, and Matthias then asked if that was it, and if he was free to go now.

"No." She said to him. For a moment, Matthias' heart sank, thinking he had been duped.

"You are not going anywhere until I am satisfied." She said, "Now, back to licking."

And she grabbed him by the head and pushed his muzzle back into her sex. Matthias was surprised, but soon, he was going back to doing what he had just been doing a minute ago and dragging his tongue over Warfang's folds.

The vixen enjoyed herself, and she held Matthias' head in place, not allowing the mouse to pull back from her folds and she made sure he was servicing her very diligently. Not that the mouse would not service her diligently on his own, after all. Matthias was quite the eager little virgin, as Warfang was quickly finding out.

She shivered and let out soft murrs, biting back her cries of ecstasy each time she had an orgasm, as she didn't want any of her men to be lured by the sounds and find out what she was doing with their prisoner.

It was none of their business.

Warfang was brought to several orgasms by Matthias' tongue. The boy was incredibly talented for a virgin. Perhaps he was lying? Or was he just a natural? Warfang was not sure. All she was sure was that he was an expert in servicing her orally. From the way he swirled his tongue on her gender and even shoved it gently past her outer lips and tasted her insides, to the way he gently closed his lips around her clint and sucked on it like a newborn on his mother's tits.

It was becoming harder to keep it down with the mouse, but Warfang managed to. She let out silent sighs and murred as the rodent serviced her. Throwing her head back and even moving her hips to hump on the muzzle that was giving her so much delight. She felt like she could be there all night enjoying this pleasure.

However, she would not.

She noticed something about Matthias when his service of her started to grow more frantic, as well as a tad bit sloppier. It was as if he was tired or could not focus properly.

She looked down, reluctantly pulling him off her gender. His face was coated on her fluids, and there was a string of both her fluids and his saliva connecting his mouth to her folds. The mouse was blushing so bad that his whole face was red, and he was panting as if he had run a marathon. His eyes were out of focus.

For a moment, Warfang was worried about the little guy, until Matthias looked up to her, and she could see the desire so clear on his eyes.

"P-please..." Matthias breathed shakenly in between pants, the need to clear on his voice. That was when Warfang looked down, and she saw it.

They say that some animals are blessed upon birth. That they are born stronger, faster or smarter than others of their kind, or that they are born with unique skills or abilities that others of their kind didn't possess.

Matthias was, apparently, one of those blessed individuals.

Warfang has not seen the hard penis of many mice on her life, but she was pretty sure not all of them were that well-endowed. I mean, just look at it! It was certainly not matching of the size of his body.

And it made Warfang grow even wetter only by looking at it.

"My, oh my." Warfang said, as she looked down at it. "That is a nice sword you got in there, warrior."

As she said that, she moved her foot, hoovering it over his engorged dick, before she touched it with her toes. Matthias shivered as he gasped, and he was soon shivering and moaning as the vixen started to toy with his member.

She held the tip of it between her toes and massaged it with careful movements, and she also pressed her foot on the dick and moved it up and down, rubbing it with her sole, sandwiching the phallus between it and Matthias' own body, and causing the dick to leak even more pre from the tip, even thought it was already soaked. As soaked as Warfang's own sex.

It seemed to be ready.

Matthias' whimpered as that foot left his dick. His hips moving and his member thrusting into the air as it throbbed with each beat of the mouse's heart. He was so close...

"Let's get you more comfortable." Warfang said, leaning over and gently caressing the mouse's face, as he looked up at her. She used both of her hands to gently make the mouse lay back, until he was laying on his back on the ground, his hands resting under him as they were still tied behind his back, and his phallus was standing proudly as Warfang touched it with her gentle hands, making it point upwards as she positioned herself on top of Matthias.

The mouse knew what was coming now, and his phallus throbbed even harder at the prospect.

"Please..." He pleaded to her, barely able to contain himself. The need caused his hips to move as if they had a mind of their own and were eager to start the good stuff soon.

Warfang was eager as well, and she smiled at Matthias.

"Let's have a good time now, shall we?" She said, and then, after aligning her member with her folds, she lowered herself. Soon, their sexes made contact.

Matthias let out a moan that was like that of a dying animal as he felt his member being enveloped by those warmth, velvety folds, which hugged his manhood and massaged it as they moved around it in response to the feelings of the vixen, who was murring in delight as she felt that engorged member entering her sacred temple.

It has been so long...

She paused a little, breathing softly through her mouth as she adjusted her body, the mouse beneath her whimpering, unable to resist his own desires much longer. She looked down at him, and he looked back at her with pleading eyes full of need.

So, she started moving her hips. She used her legs to move herself up and down, letting the member slid into her sex and then rising herself to let it slip free a little before lowering herself into it again, taking the member within her folds once more.

Matthias moaned as she did so, throwing his head back and panting as she moved up and down his member, feeling as it was massaged by that delicious opening that took him in and gave him a feeling like that of none he ever experienced before.

This was the feeling of losing his virginity. An important day on the life of any male, and which Matthias would certainly be remembering for the rest of his life, even on the day he found his one true love and married her, he would still remember that one night when he lost the last bit of his childhood's innocence.

Warfang, however, was much more experienced on this matter. It could have been a while since she was last with a man, but she was experienced enough to know how to proceed. She could tell, from the way Matthias was moaning and from the throbbing of his dick inside of her folds, that the mouse would not last very long.

However, as Warfang said, they would not be ending before she was done with him.

She made sure to make it last for as long as she could. She would ride over his cock, pausing and letting him fall back slightly before she would resume what she was doing. All the while she used one of her hands to play with her clint, adding to the feeling on her vagina enough to give her an orgasm. And again, and again.

She orgasmed several times, all the while keeping Matthias on the edge. She knew that, as soon as he came, he would go limp, and there was no way that a virgin would be able to recover after having an orgasm like the one she knew he was going to have. So, she would be enjoying this as much as she could.

She kept ridding his dick, giving herself several orgasms as she pleased herself and keeps the poor mouse on the edge. She gets so lost in pleasure that she allows herself to be a little bit undignified and to start moaning, pleasure written all over her face and panting as her tongue hanged out of her mouth.

Then, a loud whimper caused her to snap out of it and look down.

"M-Miss Warfang..." Matthias said, whimpering as he was on the very edge of madness from being subject to the denial of his orgasm. "I-I cant... I can't anymore... please... L-let me... cum..."

He practically squeaked the last word, giving her a mouse's version of the of famous "puppy-dog eyes". This was enough to make Warfang take pity on him.

"Brace yourself." She told him, and then, she started ridding.

Matthias let a loud, high-pitched, squeaking moan as the vixen practically pounded down on his crotch as she rode his dick at a much faster, much stronger pace. Her hips smacked into him each time she bounced on his lap, and Matthias was so overcome by it that he could do nothing more than continuing letting out high-pitched squeaks as she did her thing.

Warfang herself also lost herself and allowed herself to let out the kinds of cries that females of her kind did when they were lost in the throes of carnal pleasure. She forgot about her subordinates, and she didn't even care if any of them would hear and come to see her only to find her making love with their prisoner. Even though, once the high of the ecstasy was over, she would thank heavens that none of them did.

Eventually, they both reached the end of their sweaty, searing-hot and forbidden little affair. Their bodies convulsed and their voices rose as they both came as one, their climaxes synchronizing as Warfang's folds clamped around Matthias' throbbing dick as he released his seed deep into her larger body.

Then, it was over. They both relaxed. The feeling of euphoria passing through the two of them and leaving behind a feeling of sweetness and tenderness that mixed with the exhaustion both had on their faces.

However, while Matthias was so tired that he would have collapsed was not for already being lying down on his back, Warfang was still able to easily steady herself, sitting on Matthias' lap as she sighed, throwing her head back.

Oh, how she wished she had a pipe and some herbs to smoke right now...

For a long time, they both stayed where they were, only in silence, before Matthias looked up at her and broke it...

"Miss Warfang?"

She sighed and looked down at him.

"What is it, Matthias?" she asked, and he just looked at her with tired eyes, and then he said:

"Your fur... is very beautiful. Especially under the moonlight."

Warfang looked down at him. As she did, the light of the moon continued to shine down on them both by the opening that came from the top of the tent. She smiled.

"Thank you..." She said, looking down at him. "My mother thought the same thing."

There was a bit more of silence, before she said:

"My fur is rare for a fox. I was told that my whole life."

She then ran her hands over her arms, and even over her chest.

"This fur, of the color of silver, is very rare, and very treasured among my kind. It was a source of pride for my family that I inherited the same silver fur of my grandfather. They celebrated for a whole week after I was born."

She never told this to anyone. However, anyone who knew enough about fox culture would know that someone with a fur as beautiful as that vixen's would be treasured by their family.

"It was a full moon that night." Warfang said, looking up, and seeing the moon through that opening, shining it's light down on them both. "My mother said that, when the light of the moon shone on me, and it was like my whole fur was glowing. As if I was a gift give to them by the moon itself to light our family's way through the darkness."

She smiled at the memories of her mother. Memories of her family. Of the happy times before everything started to go wrong.

"That was why she gave me my name." Warfang said, and then she looked down at the mouse, who was looking at her, as if entranced by the beauty of her fur.

"I am known as Warfang because I gave myself that name, to be the strong warrior I knew I would have to if I wanted to survive in this unfair world." He said to him, and she was leaning over, coming closer to him.

She caressed his cheek with her hand, shining like silver under the moon.

"But my true name... the name my mother gave me..." She leaned over, and she and Matthias looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"Is Moonlight."

Then, she closed the distance between their muzzles.

Matthias was surprised, but he soon melted into her lips as she pressed them into his'. As the light of the moon shone on them both, Matthias surrendered himself to that little sacred act they performed after their sinful pleasure.

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A few days later, the caravan of the vixen with silver fur arrived at the fortress of Cluny. They were received with celebration by the troops, who were eager to see them return with their prize.

Except that their prize was not with them.

Matthias had managed to escape during the one night they stopped to rest during their travel. Apparently, thanks to a pair of guards who got themselves sick on ale and passed out cold while they should have been watching the prisoner.

Cluny was not happy about that.

As their leader had a meeting with him, the rat used this chance to tear down on her, calling her whole crew and the vixen herself incompetent and useless, and saying that he better had used that money to hire a bunch of drunkards from the local villages and given them weapons to be his disposable armies.

The silver vixen was mostly unimpressed, as she stood there with her arms crossed, seemingly on the verge of dozing off while standing out of sheer boredom.

Cluny, of course, was not happy with the fact that she was so calm at the prospect of having failed on a mission after he told her how important it was for her to bring him back Matthias at all costs. He really wanted that mouse at his power so he could put an end to him, breaking his honor and his spirit, and breaking any and all hopes of the Redwall Abbey along with it.

However, this was all over, all because her crew was too incompetent to keep themselves sober while they watched over the one goodbeast they were sent to capture.

And the fucking bitch couldn't even bring herself to act as if she cared!

This only made the rat come down even harder on her. Even going as far as to insult her mother while spitting right at her feet.

Of course, the vixen's answer was immediate and ruthless, as she swung her fist right into Cluny's face. Cluny could be bigger than a mouse, but he was still smaller than the vixen, and her punch hit him hard, sending him with his face on the ground. His jaw ached and blood was leaking from his mouth as he got up.

He growled and was with his hand on the pommel of his sword, but the vixen was faster. She already had her dagger's blade dangerously close to Cluny's throat.

"You know what? I tried keeping up with you, but you are just too unpleasant to be around... and your breath smells." She said. "Keep your stinking money. My men and I will not be joining your forces. We are way better on our own."

With this, she left the meeting room, leaving Cluny to recover as he seethed in anger towards that vixen known as Warfang.

Later that day, the band of mercenaries was leaving the fortress. Some of them were disappointed as they lost the chance to join a strong group that could secure their future for good and give them lasting employment, while most were ready to move on for something better. All of them were satisfied that they managed to supply themselves with food and ale before they left, and they were all ready to follow their strong, and beautiful, leader to the ends of the world if she so desired.

On her way out, Warfang... no, Moonlight looked at the distance. At the place where she knew the Redwall Abbey was, and to where the adorable little mouse she had known had returned.

Good luck in your war against Cluny, Matthias. She thought, I hope you get to lop his worthless head off his shoulders and put it on a stake in front of your abbey's gates.