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The Cirque de Koneta - This involves my never before used otter twins Alrendo and Thomson and well I won't say any more or i'd spoil it. But it is my way of reintroducing them. Expect to see more of them in the future.

Alrendo & Thomson © A Phillips

Joseph © A Phillips & Jahan

Ume © Ashton

Jared © Emrys Aluveaux

Bonavin © Kraz

Concept and Editing Assistance © Jahan

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The bell rang a sharp metallic clang that set the crowd to cheering wildly, stamping their feet on the ground, whooping at the top of their lungs and clapping their paws together. Grinning at the cheering crowd the grey weasel held himself in place for another couple of seconds before flexing his elbows and launching himself back onto his feet. Bowing to the crowd, he turned to face the shabbily dressed lop-eared rabbit that ran the test of strength stall. The glower the brown rabbit was giving him only made his grin slide wider across his muzzle.

"That's fifty quid you owe me mate," the hare's glower deepened and he stuck his hands on his hips.

"Not a chance that was cheating." The greasy furred rabbit scratched at his portly stomach, if he expected his stern faced bravado act to work he was disappointed when the grey ferret turned to the admiring crowd and grinned.

"Hear that? This bunny thinks I was cheating," half-turning to look up at the rabbit he shook his head, "You said fifty quid to anyone who could hit the bell using just their hands. I did that, you didn't say anything about having to do it from the ground."

Several voices piped up from the crowd agreeing with the ferret, after a moment glowering at the crowd he reluctantly counted out the winnings into the ferret's paw then stalked off, pushing his way through the crowd, declaring the test your strength closed for lunch. Watching the rabbit pass out of sight the ferret sauntered over to the brown bull that had given him a boost and handed over twenty quid.

"Thanks for the lift always nice to get one up on those carnival chaps."

The big guy peered down at the ferret and could not help but return his grin. He was slinky, thin and barely five foot tall but he had a way about him that was infectious. Dressed in black jeans and a blue t-shirt with pale grey fur, white underbelly and throat and short, shaggy unkempt hair he looked like just a regular carnival goer, out for a day of fun. He had been surprised when the ferret sidled over and declared he could hit the bell just using both his hands. The rabbit had accepted his fiver entry fee happily, all but laughing at the scrawny mustelid's bravado. He'd then sauntered over and promised the bull twenty quid if he would let him climb on his shoulders and he'd been happy to oblige, twenty quid was worth it and the ferret had an infectious air of mischief about him.

"Was the somersault really necessary mate, what was yer name again?"

Clapping the bull on the arm, he tucked his winnings into a pocket before answering, "Sure, had to give the crowd something to cheer right, and it was Joseph, thanks for the help."

"Yer welcome mate, that was a good trick, you need a big lunk of muscle to help you in the future, just shout for Gordon."

Tipping an imaginary hat in thanks Joseph sauntered off into the crowd looking for the next game that caught his fancy. He was enjoying the circus so far, he'd broken even with wins and losses in the various games he'd played today. Embarrassing the test, your strength guy had been fun and he'd not even cheated, least not to his way of thinking. These carnival types were always out to get the better of the punters, you had to beat them at their own game.

Leaving the sideshows behind him Joseph wove his way toward the big top, the giant purple and white striped tent

rose above the rest of the fair to an astonishing height. The show promised to be spectacular but he had about an hour left to kill before then so he started to take a slow amble through the other attractions. Skipping the fortune-teller and the pair of elephants parading back and forth with a bench full of laughing kids held in their trunks he headed toward a nearby crowd. Wriggling, shoving, sliding and slinking his way to the front Joseph grinned at the sight of the juggling monkey. The dusky blue furred critter was holding onto a metal bar with his hands and tossing large brightly coloured clubs with his feet.

Calling out to the crowd he was challenging people to try and make him drop them, extorting them to throw objects or shout abuse at him and the clubs. The only rule was you where not allowed to hit the monkey just throw things through the spinning clubs. Watching for a couple of minutes Joseph saw people toss coins, food-wrappers, anything they had to had, most of them fell harmlessly to the floor, the larger items got snapped up in mid air and

span around with the clubs.

Strolling around to stand in front of the monkey Joseph grinned at him. "Hey I got a proposition, bet I can throw something at the ring that will be able to make you drop them."

Muzzle splitting into a cheeky grin, the ring of clubs breaking apart into a figure of eight then smoothly switching back into a circle. "What's that then? I'll take any challenge!"

Flexing his knees Joseph bounced into a handstand, flexing his arms as he held himself up straight, tail falling down the length of his back as he smirked at the monkey. "Me, but shall we make a bit of a wager out of it?"

Laughing warmly, appreciative about how the crowd was reacting to this the blue simian continued to spin his juggling clubs. "Sure, if you can leap through without smashing into the clubs I'll buy you lunch; if you knock my pins out of the air then you owe me lunch."

Flipping back upright the ferret smoothed a paw through his shaggy hair and looked around at the crowd then met the monkey's eyes. "You're on matey, ready whenever you are."

The circle of spinning clubs got faster and a bit narrower, a aperture of clear space surrounded by a blur of colours. Bouncing on his feet Joseph moved back a few feet then ran forward, bent his knees and leapt. Arrow straight he sailed through the centre of the whirling clubs, watching the monkey's feet flicking and twisting, hurling the clubs in a large circle. Hitting the ground on the other side, he rolled back to his feet to the cheers of the crowd. Dusting his jeans down he turned to watch the monkey as he gathered up his clubs and jumped back down to the floor with a grin.

"Ok now that was impressive, you sure you're not one of our acrobats?"

"Nope, just here to enjoy myself for the day," Joe responded, holding out a paw, "Names Joseph, that was fun, I was a bit close to the bottom of the ring there."

Shaking the paw enthusiastically, the monkey beamed at the crowd, "Well everyone looks like the crowd wins this round. Thanks for watching but I owe this ferret some lunch."

The face of mock disappointment he pulled had the crowd laughing and cheering before they started to break up and wander off in search of different entertainment. Watching them go the monkey tucked the heavy wooden clubs into the curl of his tail, the prehensile length of blue fur griping them easily.

"I'm Olaniyan, so what do you fancy my limber guest?"

Looking around at the fair the ferret grimaced, "Anything not dripping in grease would be good. I saw what the toilets look like." That brought a chuckle and a firm slap to the back that made the slinky grey furred mustelid sway.

"Those are just the public ones, trust us, we don't let the roaring crowds anywhere near the staff bogs. But right something non-greasy this way my slinky friend."

Walking alongside the monkey Joseph watched the fair smiling softly. "This has been rather fun so far, what's the big event like this evening?"

Hopping around a bunch of shouting children the monkey swung a hand up and pointed at the big top. "It's the best; Koneta puts on the best show you could hope for you really don't want to miss it." Tucking his hands into the waistband of his trousers, he grinned at the ferret. "That's all I can say, it's a show and a half, one to remember to the kids."

Laughing at the answer that told him nothing just expanded the mystery the ferret bounced up onto the balls of his feet and stared at the tent. "Sounds fun, so what's for lunch?"

Leading the odd ferret into a roped off area packed with people crowding around small wooden tables the monkey weaved up to the front where a black wolf was serving up a variety of Japanese dishes. "Sushi, now don't give me that look, this stuff is the best and properly prepared too. Our cook is a mastermind." He nodded to the slender red haired calico kitty boy who was busy preparing stuff in the back, knives flickering through the air rapidly. What made

Joseph pause and stare was the fact the kid only had one eye, despite this he was chucking food into the air and then his hands blurred, knives dicing the ingredients perfectly into shape before it hit the chopping board again. He was wearing a clean apron over a pair of tight arse hugging gym shorts and a t-shirt, nothing fancy but the way he was handling the knives and preparing the food left the ferret shocked.

Any doubt about the quality of the food ebbed away as he watched the feline working. The room was full of people admiring the cat's form and artwork. The crowd gasped when he scooped out a ball of rice, tossed it into the air and backhanded it onto the rolling mat casually. A whip of his knife and he spread it out in a thin crust as if he was spreading butter on toast. As soon as he was done, his knife thunked into the board and he started to flick sliced vegetables and fish through the air laying them out like an expert poker-shark, flicking them onto the rice in precise order, paws moving so quickly that even Joseph could not keep track of it. A twist of his wrist and he rolled the sheet of rice into a tube and again his knife flashed, slicing it into equal sized portions with barely a pause for breath.

Joseph found himself applauding along with the crowd as the feline smiled and used his knife to slide the freshly prepared California rolls onto the ferret's plate with a warm wink.

"I'm performing tonight in the big top, if you want to see more of me and many other astounding feats that only the Cirque de Koneta can share with you make sure to get your tickets before five o'clock."

Accepting his plate from the friendly black wolf Joseph turned, following his monkey friend across the food hall to an empty table tucked away in the corner. His chair left him facing away from the covered dining area. Olaniyan had taken the chair wedged in the corner, leaving him barely enough space to sit. He had just tucked himself onto one of the small seats when a black furry something leapt from the rafters and landed in his lap.

"Ola is this lunch by Jar? Can Ume try some, please? Please he won't let Ume in his kitchen any more."

Winching at the sudden weight in his lap the monkey shifted the squirming black furred boy until he was comfortable and petted his ears. "Yes Ume, this is lunch, go on try some."

Joseph found himself staring as the boy opened wide, his mouth seemed to unhinge and it was ringed with a multitude of thick, razor sharp teeth. He chomped down on some of the sushi, squirming and giggling happily at the taste. The ferret barely noticed that the boy was wearing nothing but a loincloth and a bunch of bead necklaces.

"You'll have to excuse Ume, he's my adopted son; I found him in the jungles of the far south so he's a bit wild." Ume just grinned at the ferret, eyeing his sushi with a predatory gleam, he had finished everything the monkey had given him but was clearly still eager for more. "So tell me Joseph, how did you get to be such an accomplished acrobat?"

Shifting on his chair, nibbling on his sushi Joseph squirmed, glancing over his shoulder; he could swear someone was watching him. Which was crazy, the room was chock full of people crowded around tables or moving back and forth. Shaking his head to try to shake the feeling of eyes on him he turned back to the monkey and his monstrous boy-child. Ume was eagerly chewing something and a quick count of his lunch showed he was missing a California roll. Rolling his eyes and chuckling he tossed another one at the furry boy and he snapped it out of the air with a soft glee of enjoyment.

"I'm just good is all?" He stretched his arms above his head, slender, slinky frame on display for the monkey, he could see the simian admiring his frame and he could have sworn those eyes on his back intensified their scrutiny. Shivering at the feeling, the ferret concentrated on his new monkey friend. "It's a natural talent, us ferrets are slinky, nimble things to start with, all I did was practice, it's been great his circus, a chance to try out some proper ferret skills." The grin he gave the monkey would have done Ume proud, being all teeth and mischief.

Rolling his eyes Olaniyan ran his fingers through Ume's hair, "Well I am glad you are enjoying yourselves, we here at the Cirque de Koneta take pride in being able to bring entertainment and joy to everyone." He glanced over at one of the poles holding up the roof awning and grinned himself.

"If you are done eating, I suggest heading across the way to the dance tent, the Krin family will be performing their dance routine. They are moogles; trust me you do not want to miss that performance but if dancing isn't your think check, our Laurellin the Magnificent chambers of wonder! She's a great magician and her fun house is the best."

Pushing back his chair and tossing the last piece of sushi at the black furred wild-boy Joseph stood up and stretched, giving Olaniyan a final chance to ogle his form. "Ok I'll look into it, thanks for lunch! Have a good day."

The pair waved the ferret on his way, watching him vanish into the crowd, sliding around obstacles and over excited children with graceful ease. Settling back comfortably in his chair, feet tucked up beneath his body the monkey sighed happily. Fingers scratching Ume's ears he watched the boy eating the paper plates the sushi had been served on and sighed, not even trying to tug them back out. Ume would eat whatever he wanted, regardless of if it was good for him or not. The boy's digestive systems seemed to be able to process anything. Lifting his head, he searched the rafter's until he spotted the dark form hidden in the shadows and winked at them. He waited for the shape to move above his head and called up quietly, "I think he's an excellent choice, go for it."

Ume perked up, looking around for whom Olaniyan was speaking too, when he spotted the dark shape overhead he squeaked in happiness and launched himself back up into the rafters. Throwing his arms about the dark figure over-head, the boy chattered eagerly about how great Jar's food was. Holding onto the excitable wild-boy the larger figure grinned at the monkey, teeth flashing white in the gloom, pleased with the simian's approval.

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Wandering through the duty streets of the circus Joseph didn't really have a destination in mind. Dancing moogle's was tempting but he was going to the big show that night he didn't really want to waste his time sat on his rump watching exotic dancing. The mouse magician sounded a bit more exciting but the question was how to find her tent. Sidling up to one of the sideshows a fishing game of some sort with plastic ducks bobbing about on fake lily pads, he waved down the bulldog running the game.

The thickset black dog grunted in recognition and sneered, showing all his teeth to the ferret. "I ain't playing any fancy games 'ere weasel, shove off and pander your tricks somewhere else."

Joe offered a sheepish smile; the tale of how he had played the crowd against the test of strength carnie had clearly gotten around. "I just want to know where the Chambers of Wonder are."

The bulldog grunted, looking the ferret up and down, muzzle pulling into a rather vicious smirk. "End o' this street, turn right, big tent, looks like a magicians hat. Now get lost before I drag ya back 'ere and teach ya a lesson or three about respect."

Keeping his cool in the face of that sort of hostility was not easy but he managed a smile, a bob of his head and padded off through the crowd as quickly as he could. The dog was mostly muscle and on anyone else, it might have been rather fun to admire a canine stud like that. But man did he reek, waving a paw in front of his nose to try and clear away the stench the ferret hurried to follow the directions he'd been given.

Half an hour later Joseph was in the back of the charity tent shivering despite the closed in, stuffy atmosphere. Wrapped in a blanket, naked and wriggling his bare toes against the floor in a vane attempt to warm up, water dripping from his whiskers. Following the directions he'd been given led him straight through a tent flap and into a dimly lit space with an over-dressed, sparkly basset hound. The lying, filthy, stinking excuse for a dog had sent him off into the volunteer's entrance for the Dunk-a-woozel charity tent! Some unlucky fool was stood on a hinged platform above a tank of slimy goo whilst screaming kids and laughing adults' paid good money for the chance to hurl weighted beanbags at the targets to either side in an attempt to dump him head first into the goo.

Joseph had tried backing out of it but the basset hound thought he was there on purpose and just nervous. He'd harried him into the changing room and helped strip him and stuff him into a one size fits all boiler suit. Which is how he wound up balanced precariously on a wooden platform with a table tennis paddle to defend himself with whilst people lined up to dunk him in the thick, blue slime filling the tank below.

He could hardly back out of it by that point and it was for charity but still! He'd managed a good twenty minutes on the platform, balancing precariously, back flipping, somersaulting, whacking the bags of beads away from the targets if they looked like they were going to hit. By the end, he was having fun, the brown dog with the floppy ears and sparkly suit was doing a great job egging the crowd on. It wasn't easy balancing on the little platform and keeping the sharp-eyed monsters from dumping him into the mess and all the while, he could feel eyes on him, someone out there in the crowd watching him. His heart sank however, when the lop-eared rabbit from the test of

strength sidled up to the brown mutt and had a quiet word.

The dog called out that sadly, the ferrets' time was almost up and he was going to escape clean as a whistle! That brought a chorus of boos from the crowd, but the dog assured them if they could raise another twenty quid in the next five minutes the weasel would let them have one final throw at the target and he'd not try and stop them.

Groaning silently, Joseph had gone along with it, tossing the paddle up and over his shoulder, strutting back and forth on his little platform, daring them to raise enough money and drop him. They raised it of course and the lop-eared, pudgy brown rabbit had stepped up to the challenge. Hefting the beanbag given to him he stepped up to the throwing line, cheered on by the crowd, adults and children alike calling for him to dunk the grey furred mustelid. His eyes found Joseph's and the ferret gave him a tight grin and shrugged helplessly which got him a maliciously happy smirk for his trouble and then his arm whipped over as he threw as hard as he could at the target.

The platform dropped but Joseph was not standing on it, he had leapt lightly into the air as the rabbit took his throw. Curving his body, he turned over and dived into the thick blue gunge, cutting into the goo with a wet glop to the whooping cheers of the crowd. It had been horrible; the goo was thick, slimy, and difficult to swim through, he'd had to claw his way to the surface, gasping for breath.

The crowd was surrounding the brown hare congratulating him, cheering him on whilst he basked in his ill-gotten glory. Joseph would have loved to rear up out of the muck and drag him in but the crowd would not have liked that besides those unseen eyes were still watching him, judging him, he could not shake the feeling. Maybe he was just being paranoid but he did not want to disappoint his silent stalker by being so petty. So far, he had been a good sport over the whole incident. Slinking out of the back of the tub he'd padded on all fours back into the charity tent where the basset hound had let him have an ice cold shower and a bar of soap, thanking him for being such a good sport.

Wriggling a paw inside his ear to dislodge some soap bubbles Joseph jumped as someone strode into the tent dragging him back to the present. The figured turned out to be a huge lion with tawny fur and a thick brown mane. Paws the size of small hams engulfed his and the sequins on his bright red suit blinded him as they pumped his arm up and down smiling all the while.

"That was a damn fine show you put on kid! Good sport too, gave the kiddies the dunking they wanted. Well done to you my boy, well done."

Squirming and trying to extract his hand from the crushing grip Joe gave him a winning smile and shrugged, "Least I could do, been a rather fun day so far. You run a fun circus..."

"Observant too, indeed I am the master!" Stepping back he flourished the garish cloak, a shade of violet that clashed with the sequinned red of his suit, bowing extravagantly. "I am Koneta, Ring Master and owner of the magnificent Cirque de Koneta and you my boy have earned yourself a ringside seat at tonight's show. For being such a good sport," he made a twist with his hands and handed the stunned ferret a small red cardboard ticket.

"Clean up, get dressed and hustle on over, the show starts in twenty minutes, it's going to be a night to remember." And just like that, he was gone, as abruptly as he arrived he vanished back out into the tail end of the afternoon leaving Joseph with a huge grin on his muzzle. Today had been great, even with the dunking he was ahead in the game by his count, especially with a ticket to one of the best seats in the big top. Hurrying to finish drying he scrambled back into his clothes and took off with a whoop for the large purple tent.

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Sat on a bench in the front row Joseph shifted the huge bucket of popcorn he'd brought. Digging out a handful of salt-coated fluff the ferret eagerly awaited the start of the show. Every bench was full however and anywhere else all those voices speaking at once would have been deafening, the fabric walls of the tent however absorbed the sound. The air was thick with anticipation and Joseph could hear people talking about this act or that, tantalising hints, strange titles and interesting names to lure people into the tent to find out what it was all about.

Sliding his programme out of a pocket the ferret unfolded it reading the show listings. The line up for tonight's show promised to be a good one now all they needed the ring master to arrive and start the show. He didn't however make an appearance, time slowly passed and the audience started to get worked up, talking loudly and shifting restlessly. Then without warning, the drums began, trumpets blared loudly, a grandiose fanfare. The abrupt herald pronouncing the start of the show made Joseph jump and shocked the audience into silence. The lights dimmed and there in the middle of the ring stood the lion in the sparkling red suit. The audience gasped, no one had seen him walk out, he was just there when the spotlights shifted, clothing bedazzling the eyes of all who beheld him.

Joseph frowned, he was normally very observant, enough to trick a skilled shyster at his own game but even he had not spotted the lion until the lights changed.

He swirled his cloak and strutted up and down on a large platform set between the two mighty tent poles. "My friends welcome, I am your host Koneta and this is my circus. Daring feats, acrobatic wonders, fire breathing and masters of skill all are here tonight to entertain, to allow you a glimpse into the world of fantastical wonders that we inhabit!"

Turning in a slow circle to face the entire crowd he smiled wider, fangs catching the light. "First I give you a true master of culinary delights, the magnificent chef whose knife work cannot be matched, Jared!"

The lights changed, bright spotlights illuminating the centre of the raised platform. Joseph sat up with interest; it was the sushi chef from earlier. This was a strange attraction to have in a circus but any doubt that it would be entertaining faded when the calico cat suddenly tossed an armful of fruit into the air. His right arm moved, knife blade a shining slash in the lights that began to whirl, fruit fell, peeled, diced, landing in four bowl on the table, the peel flicked casually into the bin without a second thought.

As the last chunk of apple landed he had already discarded the knife and was juggling eggs, cracking them in mid air, causing them to splash into a bowl, a paw full of sugar, milk and then he started to whip it into a froth. The bowl moving under his paws as the whisk he had produced from somewhere whipped the mixture into a light creamy froth. Suddenly Koneta bounded back into the light and threw a watermelon at the cat. In a flash the whisk was being held by his tail, continuing to mix the cream, his knife leapt into his hand and caught the edge of the melon causing it to spin! One hand guiding the unwieldy fruit the other manipulated the deadly cutting blade, green skin falling away leaving a glistening oval of red.

Spinning it faster and faster the calico cat suddenly tossed it into the air, seized the bowl of whipped cream and poured it over all four trays of fruit. He'd finished the fourth pie in the time it took the watermelon to fall back down and his blade diced the giant fruit into chunks in a shower of juice and seeds. A series of wet splats and the deed was done; four cream pies, a neatly diced watermelon served on a large plate. The whole sequence had taken less then a minute and as the cat bowed, the crowd erupted into cheers, stamping their feet, clapping their hands and cheering the slender chef.

Jared took his bow formally then suddenly flipped one of the cream pies up and onto his head, the cheering stopped as the cat was coated in cream and fruit, the thick frosting dripping down his back. Before anyone could react, the remaining three pies where in the air, tumbling in an arc, cream and fruit falling toward Jared just as Koneta hurled the next item of food toward the cooking cat.

Cream and fruit was falling from the sky, splattering over the cats' body causing his clothing to stick and cling to his lithe frame. Even with the gunk falling over his body he never faltered, knife whirling, seven kiwi fruits hurtling through flew past his head with the skins on but what landed on the plate behind him was bright and green, perfectly peeled and diced into rings.

This time when he bowed people jumped to their feet and cheered madly, Joseph was one of them. It was amazing to watch the cat work, the speed with which he'd made those pies was amazing but to carry on dicing food with such skill even whilst being rained on by cream simply staggered belief.

Jared bowed one more time before slipping into the darkness, Koneta walking to the forefront, "Jared my friends! The master chef! Through rain or storm he never misses with his blade!" He led one more round of applause before holding up his hands for silence.

"Next we have a master of the skies, lord of fire, Bonavin!" He flung a hand upwards and everyone instinctively followed it before suddenly all the lights snapped off. For half a dozen heartbeats, nothing stirred and then four points of flame erupted into being.

Four tiny pinpricks of light slowly sweeping down from the roof, as they got closer the audience were able to make out clawed feet holding long sticks...fire wreathing the ends. A pair of black wings flapped gently, carrying the figure aloft, circling the audience, streamers of fire trailing after them as drums began to beat.

Steadily the tempo increased, growing faster, wilder, changing octaves as horns and flutes joined the melody. Faster, faster those wings beat, the circling body moving closer and closer to the centre of the tent until with a powerful chord an electrical guitar joined the medley as a spotlight flashed on illuminating the figure! Blinking to clear the spots from his eyes Joseph gape at the bat skimming through the air trailing two sticks of flame in his feet! He was spinning them now, expertly weaving them in intricate circles using just his claws as he started to flip, glide, flap and skim his way across the air in the centre of the tent!

All eyes were on Bonavin as he flew, tight lycra body suit sparkling with sequins as the spotlight followed him. He arched through the air, flitting past one of the tent poles when something bright and purple exploded into life. A brilliant flash of light launched itself from the side of the pole, tumbling through the darkness. The brightly lit purple outline of a young boy, he latched onto the batons and his body plunged back into darkness. The two shapes pirouetted in mid air then tumbled through a cartwheel. Their bodies were just silhouettes, illuminated by the fire of the batons, streaks of orange flame outlining limbs and wings! All the while, the music crashed, the tempo carried the crowd as the daring duo flung their bodies through the air in a free fall tumble.

It was Ume, Joseph was sure of it the wild boy with the insane teeth he had seen at lunch, what was he doing leaping off tent poles!

The crowd gasped, eyes wide, staring as the boy began to release bright flashes of purple, blinking on and off rapidly, purple afterimages of his body left in his wake, mingling with the whirling flames as the large bat went into a spiral. Suddenly his claws stretched wide! The batons and their passenger plummeted toward the ground and several members of the audience screamed.

Suddenly the slender, flashing boy winked out, the purple light radiating from his fur cut off like an electric light! Darkness engulfed him and the flaming batons landed in the sand were they guttered fitfully! Leaping to his feet in alarm Joseph felt his heart thumping in his chest, eyes straining along trying to discern if the dark lump vaguely illuminated by the guttering flames was Ume.

"Up there...." Someone shouted and Joseph looked up and thumped back into his seat in surprise. Bonavin was arching and swaying back and forth through the spotlights, sat on his back was Ume, the young boy waving at the audience. Swaying in and out of the light the bat carried the boy effortlessly and each time they passed into darkness, he illuminated himself.

Suddenly Bonavin rolled to the right and Ume leapt off his back, sailing through the darkness, vanishing into the darkness, only to reappear in a completely different place dangling from Bonavin's legs. Swinging back and forth he somersaulted into the air...sailing through the inky void of the big top before vanishing, purple light just ceasing as if it had never been. This time a whole minute passed, the gentle flap of bat wings the only indication the acrobatic chiropteran was still in the air.

A column of violet light suddenly illuminated the centre of the tent, stabbing down from the peak, cutting through the darkness like a blade. Hanging from the highest peak, claws dug into a wooden support beam was Bonavin, the bat just hanging at the apex of that violet pillar of light. With his wings wrapped about his body he hang in place, waiting.

Gasps rose from the audience as the bat let go of the pole and plummeted head first down the column of light. Leaping out of the darkness just below the bat was Ume, his dark furred body bursting into brilliant purple light as he curved through the illuminated pillar of light, diving gracefully through the air, winking out of sight as he left the illuminated patch, re-entering the darkness like a diver vanishing into a pool of water.

Bonavin continued to fall, plummeting head first toward the floor, seemingly unconcerned as Ume again leapt across his path, body glowing brightly as he crossed the spotlight only to vanish into the darkness again.

Repeatedly Ume burst from the darkness, diving through the illuminated patch of air only to vanish again, coming faster and faster as they rapidly approached the floor!

Suddenly the bat's wings snapped open; booming as Bonavin slowed, turning in mid air to seize Ume's shoulders less then a foot from the ground. The boy's toes lightly touched the sandy floor of the ring before they slowly started to ascend to the cheers of the audience!

Turning slowly in the pillar of light Ume waved happily with both hands, glowing brightly and Bonavin bowed, his costume sparkling in the reflected light from his younger companion. Then they vanished into darkness as the light switched off... rapturous cheering, applause and shrieking filled the darkness, slowly ebbing away as the house lights came up revealing the leonine master of the circus had returned to the ring.

"My friends Ume and Bonavin, our daring free fall duo," he raised his paws and led another round of applause, as it died down he looked around a sly smile tugging at the corners of his muzzle. "Now my dear friends we have a spectacular show for you, from the far reaches of space, beyond the realms of reality she came to us, Laurellin the

Magnificent, the mouse of magic, the mouse of mystery, the mouse of fear!"

At the word fear the lights flickered green, tall columns of sickly green light stabbing in a circle around the chamber, illuminating parts of the audience, thick fog coiling and curling from the ceiling of the tent, slowly spreading out across the ring. An unseen drum began to beat a steady rhythm, the fog flowed across the floor... engulfing the shape of the ringmaster, he sighed and sank beneath the fog. The surface bulged...the mist roiled and silently Koneta's cloak flew up, escaping, fluttering in the air, accompanied by a cascade of brilliant chimes.

Drifting from side to side the empty cloak twisted... turned and suddenly it was no longer empty but being worn by a brilliant white mouse. She landed lightly atop the fog and spun, silver dust sparkling from her paws, dust that exploded into cascades of orange, blue and green light, lancing through the fog, cutting it away forming clear passageways to audience members in the front row.

"I am Laurellin and here, in this place the impossible occur, believe not in logic, abandon science and embrace the call of the spirits!" She clapped her paws above her head and suddenly the members of the audience who had been singled out by those paths of clear air lifted from their seats and started to drift toward the mouse. Exclaiming in shock or laughing they squirmed and wriggled but anything they did had no effect.

What happened next was truly impossible, with a wave of her hand or a handful of silver dust the mouse maiden made audience members disappear, change shape, transformed before their eyes into another animal or transported in a flash from one place to another. She made one person, a very large bear melt into a bucket but when she hurled the contents into the air butterflies soared forth, swirling about the chamber before vanishing.

It had to be illusion, trickery of some sort but in the fog and gloom, Joseph could only oooh and aaah alongside the rest of the audience. It was superbly done and after each trick was completed, the member of the audience who had been used as her subject reappeared back in their seat gaping at the magical mouse. With a final clap of her hands the mist began to swirl around her, gathering together, drawing away from the audience, pouring over the ring, wrapping about Laurellin it started to spin, the mouse in the middle chanting... silver dust making it flare gold, silver, orange...until she was lost to sight. A thunderclap! A rush of warm air and the pillar of fog collapsed, leaving behind a magnificent white dragon, bellowing flame it span in mid air then vanished. A single square of fabric remained... slowly drifting, swaying from side to side to settle back on Koneta's shoulders, the lion raising one hand above his head, just posing in the spotlight.

"My friends... Laurellin the Magnificent!" That was all he needed to say, the roar was twice as loud as the applause

that had greeted Bonavin and Ume. The lion just stood there basking in the ear shattering approval until a long grey snake coiled about his waist and whipped him out of the way.

A huge elephant lumbered into the lights, the ringmaster dangling from his massive trunk. Koneta grinned at the crowd, "Yarenth, the strongest bull elephant on earth!"

What followed next was a show of sheer strength, impossible feats of weight lifting, knotting iron bars with just his trunk, carrying a bench full of audience members, walking under the central stage and lifting it up with both arms! It was an amazing feat and a good way to cool the audience down after the two daring shows.

After the elephant, the juggling monkey Olaniyan and his troupe were on, eating fire and swords and forming juggling rings that spanned the breadth of the tent with four or five different people helping to keep it going! Joseph sat through it all, cheering when he was expected to cheer but nothing really grabbed his attention until the end.

The house lights illuminated the upper reaches of the big top and Koneta implored his guests to look up, to marvel on the brothers Uxibarae, the twin acrobats, the otters who could swim through air!

Two shapes one dark furred and dressed in sparkling white, the other an identical replica but with pristine white fur in sequin covered black. They fell from the highest point of the circus tent flipping one another, spinning their bodies around each other, using hands, feet and tails to spin their partner, tumbling, twisting and turning until at the very last second they snagged a pair of ropes. Twinning about the long silken cord they came to a halt, hanging in mid air to either side of the ringmaster smiling at the crowd. Except for the colour of their fur, they were identical, with red eyes, tight trousers and small vests that clung to their torsos leaving most of their fur on show.

"Hello everybody, welcome to our act," The black otter called out, "I'm Thomson and this is my brother Alrendo," The white otter waved a paw at the watching crowd before chirping up. His voice was almost identical to his brothers, as was his smile, thick whiskers twitching.

"We're here to give you one blast of a finale but before we start we want to thank everyone who's come on before us!"

"Not to mention our master of ceremonies here." Thomson clapped the lion on the back in a friendly manner. "Now sit back, relax and enjoy the show!"

With that, the two otters shimmied up the rope, coiled themselves around the beam at the top and leapt off, sizing a trapeze and swinging themselves higher. There costumes sparkled and their bodies leapt through the air easily, tumbling and spinning and then at the last second they would seize a rope, a trapeze, or a support beam, flip themselves around it, and leap in another direction. They would met in mid air and spin each other around, using the contact with each other to hurl themselves in a new direction.

Joseph's jaw hung open as he stared at the twins flinging themselves through the air. At one point, they twined about each other's bodies, forming a Celtic knot out of their bodies before Thomson; the black otter pushed off from his brother and sailed through the air to catch a pole. Alrendo rose higher thanks to the momentum of his brother's launch. Twisting and arching into a backwards dive. As he fell he reached out with his feet can caught Thomson's hands, the two of them swinging back and forth on the trapeze, one swing, then two and Alrendo's lithe white frame was soaring across the tent to snag the opposite trapeze, the two of them swinging back and forth in time.

It was hypnotic, their bodies such a contrast in colour but otherwise identical, at the height of their swing they let go, tails and feet reaching out to touch before they locked arms and fell. Joseph gasped, eyes following them as they plummeted, spinning, twisting, curving, moving in unison in mid air. They continued to fall...turning so they where back to back, bodies as straight as poles... arms ahead of them, tails streaming behind them. At any moment, Joseph expected them to reach out and grab the ropes dangling over the stage but they just kept falling... then they were out of time, the twins hit platform in the centre of the tent and vanished!

Silence descended...then their heads re-appeared, stretching they clambered out of the deep pool of water hidden in the centre of the stage. Their fur and costumes glistened, shedding droplets of water as they waved at the crowd, limber bodies defined by their tight clothing for everyone to admire as they waved at the stunned audience. The roar as the crowd leapt to their feet was unbelievable, arms in the air they started cheering, whistling, calling, feet stamping in approval. The spotlights illuminated the pair as they slowly turned around the pool, making sure to give their attention to every member of the audience.

Joseph was right up with them, whooping and clapping, the otters took a final bow then quit the stage by clambering up the dangling ropes and vanishing into the darkness above as the houselights dimmed and Koneta took the stage once more.

"Well my friends I hope you have enjoyed my families entertainment, sadly this night is at an end but please tell your friends, spread the word and next time you get the chance please visit us again." He bowed and the lights snapped out, plunging the tent into darkness, the band trilled one final fanfare and then the house lights came back on. The ring was now devoid of performers and the audience began to depart, trickling down from the seats in groups chattering loudly as they headed for the exits. Joseph allowed himself to be herded outside; the fun fair was starting back up, according to his watch it was only eight in the evening. It felt like the show had gone on longer, rubbing his throat he looked around, trying to find a place to grab a drink when suddenly someone grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the general flow of people leaving the tent.

A white mouse dressed in jeans and a t-shirt smiled at him over a pair of glasses, "You are Joseph right? I was told grey ferret with unkempt hair and you're the only grey ferret in the crowd."

Frowning Joe brushed back his hair and twitched his tail irritably, "It's not that unkempt, but yeah I'm Joseph, who wants to know?"

The question just got him a cheeky grin and a wink, the mouse stepping back to ogle his form. "Nice looks, as to who wants to know I'm Laurellin or Laura when I'm not being magical and I have an invitation for you from the Uxibarae twins, if you're interested in hearing it of course?"

Joseph's ears perked up, "The otter twins? What do they want with me?"

Her smile just broadened and she started to walk away, flicking her tail in a follow me sort of way. "Come and find out, but they said to tell you that they intend to put on a private show, just for you."

Glancing back at the bustling crowd Joseph hesitated for a moment before hurrying after the magician, "Why me? I'm nothing special?"

"You'll not think that by the end of the evening" she grinned and tugged his arm, leading him past the food court and down toward the trailer park where the circus teams had their mobile homes and practice areas. She stopped outside a tall orange tent and looked up at the ferret, "This is their practice tent, ready?"

"Still not entirely sure what I am meant to be ready for, but ok... you have me interested." Pushing open the tent flap he ducked inside with the mouse, ready to see what a private show with the identical otter twins was like,

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Seated on a chair to the edge of the tent Joseph squirmed a bit uncomfortably, it was very hot inside, after a day of roasting in the sun it was sweltering. Shifting a bit to try and get comfortable Joe tugged at the collar of his t-shirt and watched the apparatus in the centre of the room. Balance bars of varying heights, ropes and a trapeze, an acrobats practice rig of wood and leather.

Laura was stood under the central beam, a basket of props by her feet, watching, waiting and then they appeared, back flipping from opposite sides of the tent to land on the lowest beam... Alrendo and Thomson, white and black fur respectively. Still dressed in their performing outfits of sequins and lyrca they bowed to Joseph then started to flip and bounce across the beams. They went from their feet up onto the next beam on their hands, lithe bodies stretched taught, showing off as they held perfectly still then slowly fell forwards.. legs interlocking, forming an arch of muscled otter with their bodies.

Joseph was staring in awe as with a seemingly negligent flex of their arms they slid over each other feet touching the bar were the twins hands had been, coming back to a standing position facing the opposite way. Clapping enthusiastically Joseph froze mid applause as they bunched their knees and leapt up! Laura hurled a pair of hoops into the air and they snagged them in their teeth in passing, turning to land on the next highest bar on one leg.

An identical flick of the head and the rings sailed through the air and they jumped at one another, paws gripping shoulders... sliding over their bodies and then pushing off to land on the opposite leg facing the other way. Joseph gaped as they let their vest fall, they had stripped each other in mid air, deft paws removing clothing and continuing their acrobatic twist. Smiling at Joseph then bowed to him and Alrendo brushed a paw through his sleek white fur before calling out, "Enjoying the show Joseph?"

Not trusting himself to speak the grey furred ferret shifted on his seat and nodded his head. That seemed to be all the otters needed before they leapt up onto the highest bar, balancing together. Down below Laura started throwing balls into the air and they bounced from balance bar to bar, snagging objects out of the air, batting them toward their twin. The two seemed to dance from bar to bar, never missing a catch, never fumbling a serve, dancing from level to level in time to the other. They really were identical, if not for their different fur colours Joseph would have been unable to tell them apart as the balls and hoops, juggling clubs and batons passed back and forth, barely seeming to pause in their dance until suddenly they leapt up to the highest level and seized the quarterstaff Laura threw up to them.

Grabbing an end each they forced their arms straight... balancing on their hands on either end as the pole balanced on the bar. They teetered back and forth on that bar grinning at each other then peeking down at Laura. "Ready?"

The mouse squeaked and grinned, nodding her head and swirling her cloak, wrapping it about her body, "Go for it boys."

Grinning they flexed their elbows and bounced in opposite directions, seizing a trapeze in their feet and swinging up into the gloom. Somehow they managed to flip themselves up into the air at the apex of the swing, turn around and seize the wooden bar with their hands, balancing atop them as they swung back down. As soon as they were level with one another they jumped! Tumbling through the air they caught one another, spinning as they started to fall. At the last second they broke apart, trousers falling to the ground as they grabbed the balance bars and span around them, slowing down.

Gawping in shock at the fact they were now naked he watched as Thomson swung himself up to the highest bar. Alrendo landed next to Laura, powerful arms sliding around the mouse as he crouched then heaved her up into the air. She span and her cloak fluttered away revealing her beautifully nude rodent body, her arms snapping up to seize Thomson around the calves, dangling from his grip. Unsure what was going on Joseph opened his mouth to ask when words failed him as Thomson slowly bent his arms, lowering Laura toward Alrendo below. The white otter was knelt under the mouse, mouth opening his pink tongue curling out to lick over her feet. A soft giggle and a wriggle from Laura was the only sign she made before she tilted her head back and groaned as Alrendo swallowed, her feet bulging out his throat.

Unsure how to react the ferret squirmed in his seat, unable to look away; painfully aware of the way his cock was straining against his jeans as the albino continued to swallow, gulping the magician deeper. It had to be some sort of trick, some sort of magic... the mouse was groaning though, wriggling her legs as she slid up to her hips in white otter maw. Stammering to try and say something Joseph staggered to his feet and took a half step toward the exit but an excited giggle made him freeze and turn to look back over his shoulder. His feet never moved as he watched Laura sinking slowly into Alrendo, his tongue was clearly up to something and she was enjoying it if the way her head was tilted back and her hands were clenching at Thomson's powerful legs. He held her there for a good few minutes, throat rippling, it was clear that he was swallowing something, it just wasn't the mouse's body. The rich scent filling the ferret's nostrils and the groaning squeaks of pleasure emanating from Laura soon clued him in as to just what the albino's tongue was doing to the female mouse.

Swaying from side to side Joseph swallowed nervously, claws pawing at the dirt floor as Alrendo gulped more of the sticky fluids he was teasing from Laura's body. He had no intention of swallowing her until he was rewarded with the prize he was seeking and with the way his tongue was working over her slick, gooey, internal passage he didn't have long to wait until she was shrieking in pleasure, sex clenching around his tongue, a rush of thick honey flooding his maw, soaking over her legs as he was forced to swallow all of it.

The rodent squirmed, lost in a blessed out state of delight, emitting a single groan as Al gulped firmly, lips working over her thighs, tugging her deeper into his throat. Wriggling and moaning louder, shuddering in ecstasy the magician offered no protest as the white otter resumed eating her. Her plump little stomach slid into his maw, forcing him to stretch his muzzle open wider, teeth gliding thorough her fur, tongue slathering her back in saliva. Slowly, with each rippling squeeze of Alrendo's throat she found herself descending further into the white twin, sliding her hands through the thick fur of Thomson's legs, making no attempt to hold on.

Another gulp and she was up to her chest, her plump breasts squished into the otter's yawning maw. Wriggling she turned her head so she could smile at Joseph, blowing him a roguish, lust fuelled kiss as she allowed her hands to slip free of Thomson's ankles.

It was all just too much for Joseph he tried to back pedal toward the tent flap but tripped landing with a thump. His ears perked up as Laura squeaked in pleasure one last time causing him to turn his head and watch as her head slowly sank into Alrendo's throat. One final twitch of her broad whiskers in the air and then his jaws clicked shut over her nose. She was gone, nothing but a wriggling outline, her bulging his throat out in fine detail as it slowly sank from sight, her frame sliding down as a squirming bulge inside the otter's stomach.

Thomson jumped down, running a foot paw over the wriggling bulge that bowed out Al's gut then padded over to wrap Joseph in his arms firmly before the grey furred mustelid could run away. "So did you enjoy the show?"

Squirming in the powerful grip of the lithe acrobat the ferret looked around wildly for some way to escape, not finding anything that he could really make use of his eyes landed back on Alrendo and his giant gut. "It... it was startling, why... how did you do that?"

"Oh we have many interesting secrets," Thomson murmured, lifting Joseph off the floor, nuzzling Joe's neck fur, inhaling deeply through his nose, sampling the ferret's scent as he walked backwards to where Alrendo was sitting. "Would you believe we have female parts hidden down under our balls, fully functional to?" Letting Joseph go he jumped backward lightly, striking a pose, mischievous grin back in place on his muzzle. "We are acrobats, musicians, jugglers, tellers of stories! Our life is the show and all life is the stage!"

The ferret quirked an eyebrow, tail swaying behind him, quite distracted from what had just happened to Laura by that sudden statement, his eyes dropping to Thomson's groin. "Interesting, Boy-herms, then, not very common, that still doesn't explain that!" He pointed at Alrendo's squirming, wriggling bulge but his indignation ran up against the white otter's grin. Casually reaching up with one paw Alrendo gripped Joseph's chin, tugging down until their muzzles were level. His grin slid wider just before he huffed, rich mousey breath blown right in the grey ferret's nose.

"We love to do the twin double act on our friends." Thomson murmured as he moved up behind Joe, paws gripping his shoulders. "We love good rich booze and earning coin for our dinner, Alrendo loves to play the harp whilst I prefer to read books and sing."

The ferret's toes curled as that mouse-breath washed over his face, swallowing heavily he found he was blushing, "Twin act?" He mumbled, wriggling and leaning back, trying to tug his chin free, the paws on his shoulders making him feel very self conscious.

Pressing his nose to the back of Joseph's head Thomson couldn't help himself, he could feel the grey ferret trembling under his paws; he was just where he needed to be. "Yeah you know, the twin act, pretending to be each other. We are identical except for our fur colour and that's easily dyed." The wriggling bulge that was Laura shifted as Al moved his head, huffing over Joseph's muzzle agai, a distraction so Thomson could force Joseph to his knees.

"We also love to play and have fun, that's what we live for after all. We adore doing what we did with Laura too, she is quite safe, a proper magical mouse like her has nothing to fear."

Emitting a somewhat timid dook Joseph was unable to tear his eyes away from mousegirl bulge. The sharp rich scent of Rodent on Alrendo's breath and the compromising position he was in was taking its toll. He wasn't sure what to think or how to react and part of him was deadly curious the other half shit-scared.

"And., wh.. what do you do, to people that wind up in such places?" He couldn't decide from the way Alrendo's bulge was shifting if Laura was really struggling, or really enjoying herself in the lithe otter belly.

The white otter chortled, "Mmm depends, I mean Laura here, is a nice squirmy girl. She's exciting my stomach so much she's bound to wind up as pudge and ooze!" He huffs over the ferret again letting the implications of what that might mean sink in. Joseph went wide eyed, his head darting from the albino's red eyes to stare at the wriggling mass of mouse. He could just about make out the lines of her limbs and for a moment her muzzle pressed out, mouth wide open in a muffled moan. Joseph's head tracked Alrendo's gut, unable to look away as he slid out from in front of him. He was so distracted staring he didn't notice Thomson taking his place, the identical body coated in thick, luxurious black otter fur.

Slowly the ferret's attention was drawn back to the otter under him, he had spread his legs wide, meaning Joe couldn't avoid getting a good glimpse of his plump sheath, heavy balls and half hidden in the fur of his taint a faint pink line. Realising he was free Joseph started to kneel up, preparing to back away but Thomson's hands suddenly closed around his ears and tugged his head back down, leaving the ferret squirming lightly at the thought of Laura getting melted down.

"As for people who end up in the other place... well.... why don't we show you?"

The ferret squeaked in alarm, eyes going wide in shock, his struggles resuming but Alrendo's heavy, ponderous bulk suddenly pressed down on his back, holding him in place.

"N.. now, just hang on a moment!" Jacob stuttered, his face flushed a deep red, tail twitching frantically as his head was pulled closer and closer to that glistening, moist slit, the entrance to the otters' sex. Thomson's hands tugged firmly, slowly guiding Jospeh down, pressing his nose against Thomson's damp slit the sharp tang of female otter filling the ferret's nose as those moist lips slowly parted under the gentle pressure.

"Oh too late for that" Thomson groaned at the intimate feeling, gripping the ferret's ears harder, smiling as he started to whimper and squirm at the thick scent filling his nostrils. Nervously, the ferret licked the soft flesh, still trying to press back against the bulging otter-gut and the paws pinning him down.

Moaning equally from the lick and Joseph's muffled groan Thomson lay back, spreading his legs wider, grinning at his brother over the smooth grey body between his legs. "Mmm good ferret... knows how to treat a lady" he grinned and pulled harder on those ears... a third hand at the back of Joe's head helped to inch his muzzle deeper into the slick, stretchy, warm flesh, slick gooey liquid oozing over his fur until he was eyes deep in the black otter.

The bulging white otter smirked back at his twin, grinding his bulge back and forth against Joseph's back shoulders, poor Laura getting nice and squished inside, her muffled cries adding to the mixture of pleased grunts and groans emanating from the three mostly males. Flushed from the teasing bulge wriggling atop him Joseph refused to give up, continuing to try and pull free. Thick, sticky fluid was soaking into his fur, matting it down but it tasted good, his tongue was at work, eagerly lapping at the soft, warm walls pressing in on his muzzle. Every breath of air filled with the musky tang of the excited otter, it was having an effect on him now, he was wriggling less and nuzzling and licking quicker.

Laura was doing her best to struggle against the squishing, constrictive walls of otter tummy, breathing heavily in the dank confines... while Joseph just squirmed quite helplessly, he gasped in relief when Thomson released his ears but it turned into a dook of fear as Alrendo shoved his entire head into the stretching black otter.

"Go on... Jacob... indulge yourself, might as well enjoy the taste whilst you... still can!"

Whining at the way the slick, stretchy red flesh squeezed his head, Joseph scrabbled at the ground trying to find purchase and push himself free.

Laura's twisting in the gooey, churning gut intensified, causing Alrendo and the ferret to groan in lust at the wriggling, teasing shifts of the mouse girl's body. "Lemme out, damnit!" Her cry a muffled plea, she could feel the ferret under her shape and she was missing what sounded like a lot of fun!

Taking a deep breath Alrendo ran his paws over the outline of Laura's arms, stroking and kneading at the bulges. He quite enjoyed the sensation of being full of his friend but the way she was moving about was working him into a real state. Shifting his body, spreading his legs to either side of Joseph's rump he prodded his slick, hard dick against the pert upturned grey rump cheeks, just a teasing threat of what was in store for the trapped mustelid.

Thomson was ignoring his twin and the protesting mouse bulge, lost in the blissful warmth caused by the head sliding deeper through his sex, the sleek wet tunnel of flesh clenching hard... squishing over the ferret head, slowly spreading dragging the trapped male's shoulders inside, forcing his arms to his side.

"C..c rud..." Joseph managed to cry out, gasping for breath, gulping the sweet flavoured honey as it filled his mouth again and again... those fleshy walls squished, squeezed and tugged at his body and before long the ferret found his nose pressed against a tight ring of flesh. It twitched and started to open... initiating a fresh deluge of thick honey as Thomson howled in delight as Joseph's head started to sink into his womb!

Alrendo grinned, grunting as he squished Laura firmly under him and started to sink his slick otter shaft into Joseph's rear. There was a sharp, muffled yelp of both surprise and pain as that otter-member caused Joseph to start twisting and wriggling, unable to escape the hard pounding shaft now abusing his rear, each powerful thrust and bounce of his gut helping to stuff Joseph deeper with the power of Alrendo's thrusting hips and squishing mouse bulge!

As Joseph is forced to deeper into the slick interior of the black otter he is forced in swallow some more of the hot, sticky fluid pouring through the opening his head has made in Thomson's cervix. The ferret coughed and almost choked before managing to swallow the thick nectar as it slid along and around his form, continuing to soak his body aiding Thomson's all consuming cunny to devour him. His slippery, hot rear clenched around the otter dick grinding against his prostate, each powerful hump of Alrendo's body squishing him another inch or two deeper.

Despite his apparent fear, the poor ferret was getting quite excited from the scent and the sensations surrounding and filling him, driving him toward a state of orgasmic bliss, unable to fight back, lost to the powerful feelings sweeping through his body.

Poor Laura, tucked away in the churning otter belly, mashed between the otter and the ferret could do nothing but roll around and slide back and forth, struggling as best she could. All she can do is squirm, coated in stomach slime. "Damnit, something fun's going on out there!"

Panting, hips moving, groaning... Alrendo rubs over Laura's body, "Mmm it's okie mousie girl... we are taping it for you! You can cum to it later... mfff just keep up with the wriggling my girl!"

Moaning heavily, hard dick assaulting poor Joseph's prostate, the albino started fucking the ferret deeper, driving his dick as far into the trapped body as it would go! Leaning forward, shifting his stomach Alrendo managed to get Thomson's cock in his mouth, starting to suck his brother off as he helped to shove Joseph deeper.

Lost in the pleasure of what was being done down to his body below the waist Thomson started clenching, squeezing... tugging... Joseph's chest cleared his cervix... sliding up into the warm wet space of the otter's womb.

The ferret just wriggled helpless his head slowly mashed into the waiting, slippery walls of the womb, twisting about he tried to get a feel for the new chamber, the texture, the smell, how it stretches. Mostly, though, his mind was on the mounting pleasure building within him, the poor man pushed, like it or not, towards a climax as warm flesh ground against his body, a thick otter-cock pounded his rear, toes splaying apart as his belly vanished into the slick, hungry nethers of the hermboy. "F.. fuuckk.." He hissed, feeling himself tottering on the edge of climax.

The otter's womb was slick place, the scent overpowering... the walls damp and thick with gooey honey. It slid over his form, coating him, the strange internal place stretching and moulding away from the ferret, giving him clear space to move and twist around inside.

Gripping Joseph's hips harder Alrendo's moaning grew louder... humping harder... faster... squirming and panting... he was really going for it, holding him still with just his rump, tail and legs showing. Driving in and out of the hot rump until with a shrieking otter bark, a stomach clenching squish Alrendo came, flooding the tight ferret rump with liquid warmth!

Body bucking and twisting in the tight space Joseph was lost on a wave of pain and pleasure, his hind-leg kicking faintly, the feel of hot, thick fluid jetting into his rump the final stimulus sending the ferret tumbling over the edge as he, too, climaxed, spurting thick ropes of glistening seed out onto the ground, his lithe back arching as best it could within the tight grip of Thomson's tunnel.

Alrendo's gut felt like a tight ball of muscle, squished around the hot slick mouse trapped inside. The otter was panting heavily, groaning, shuddering, squirming and shuddering as his dick pumped the last of its load into Joseph. The feeling was delightful and he was rewarded for his efforts as Thomson lost control, his black furred brother's dick twitched and fired its contents into Alrendo's maw. Eagerly the albino drank his black twin's seed letting the ferret trapped beneath him enjoy his orgasm. The trio lost in an intimate, tightly packed rush of lust.

Laura's struggles were starting to fade a bit the air running thick and stale, but she was trying to keep squirming for as long as she could. She could just about make out the muffled cries of lust from outside and a rush of slick, slimy liquid adding to the already goo filled stomach space brought her a flood of fresh air from outside! The boys were enjoying themselves and all she could do was roll around in a squished ball of naked mouse flesh, squirming she started to try and move her arm, slipping it toward her own needy groin.

Pulling his cock free of Joseph's rump with a wet slurp Al shifting his grip to the ferret's legs and resumed stuffing him into his brother. Joseph yelped as more of his lanky body was forced up into the otter's nether's, toes splaying as he tried to wriggle backwards, it was all in vain, he was only going one way and that was up and into the tight, warm spacious womb, slowly being forced to curl in on himself. Pulling his hands free, Joseph squished one against Thomson's womb wall, feeling his fingers squelch against the thick, gooey surface as he tried to push outwards. The walls of otter womb however refused to bulge or budge at all, it was just a wall coated in goo that clung to the grey ferret's body and filled his senses with its scent!

Finally Joseph's feet were fed into Thomson's slick drooling nether lips, a finally tingling caress from Alrendo's fingers over the pads of his feet and then slumped back happily, leaving his twin to finish the job and tuck the whole ferret into his welcoming embrace. The ferret's muffled yelping as the thoroughly soaked ferret was completely ensconced in the hot, sticky heat, able to hear nothing but Thomson's heartbeat and do little but squirm helplessly.

He was caught and worse he was still turned on, the whole experience was so surreal he should have been freaking but the thick, enticing scent of female had him wriggling in delight.

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Lying back the white otter started to run his paws over his pudgy stomach, groaning in a relaxed manner at every squirm and wriggle from his mouse bulge. "Mmm time I turned you into so much goo, pudge and crap mousie"

Panting as she squirmed, still barely conscious Laura pressed back against the rubbing paw with her head, fingers gliding up and down over her slick cunny.

"Haah.. st... still got some.. fight in me!.." She mumbled, utterly coated in thick, sticky stomachslime and loving every moment of it.

"Good! It's no fun if you just go gloosh into cum! Well unless you're sliding down my cock... then that's just how it goes!"

The mouse arched her back at the thought of that, toes curling. "Oooh, now that sounds.. interesting.." She mumbled, wondering how this digestion would work. Slowly melting? Passing out? She squirmed weakly, panting heavily.

Alrendo smirked, continuing to massage his gut, groaning as his stomach let out a very loud and long gurgle. Inside Laura's fur was starting to meld and melt, merging with the stomach slime coating her. It didn't take long, the sticky coating of goo liberally coating her turned every follicle of fur into more of itself, leaving her nude, the sudden sensation of bare skin against the gooey walls of the stomach causing the mouse girl to gasp. The slick heat of warm stomach flesh and slime on her bare skin was a sensation she had never experienced. Shivering she resumed toying with herself, fingers teasing in and out of her sex. Gritting her teeth she managed to call out, desperate to understand what was happening to her in the darkness.

"W... what did you just... d... do?"

"I melted your fur off.... started the process going, you're going to melt down!" Even as the otter spoke and Laura continued to toy with herself her legs began to soften, her feet growing heavier, knees seeming to meld together.

Squeaking in surprise at the alien feels of her body starting to soften, Laura pushed her back against the slimy

walls, fingers diving into her nethers, panting heavily, losing herself to the peculiar, arousing pleasure.

Smirking, straining to make out the mumbled cries of pleasure coming from inside his gut Alrendo called down to her, "That's it good mouse mmmfff ya feel good in there, keep squirming!"

The mouse tried to uncurl as Alrendo's gut squeezed her into a smaller ball, twisting and wriggling, groaning. All he struggles managed was to really hammer home how soft her body was becoming. Everything was soft now, squishing out of shape as her body pressed in against itself, he sex clenching around her entire hand, making it squish in a most delightful manner, jolts of pleasure rippling through her body from every angle.

Copying Laura's example, albeit unknowingly Alrendo was fingering himself happily, groaning at the extra sensations his stomach was feeding him as his fingers slid in and out of the moist passage hidden beneath his happily, spent balls. The warmth in his gut was growing, the bulges now less distinct, rounding out as Laura's body squished inside, legs all but melted.... liquid Laura oozing up, more and more of her body dissolving into the mess. The mouse was drawn closer and closer to climax a feeling only made sharper as her limbs melted away, her back and shoulders sinking down into the liquid that surrounded her. Arching what was left of her body, hips thrusting, fingers, no, hand, delving into her own stretchy netherbits she let out a scream of pleasure, as she finally hit her peak with a gasping howl.

It felt like her whole body was climaxing and melting at once, her head mashing out against the flesh that surrounded her, body shuddering as pleasure and warmth as the tingling anticipation, the tightness of her body was released. Riding the peak of pleasure her entire body converted to thick slimy liquid! Her orgasm a rush of mind shattering delight that carried her off into unconscious bliss as she splashed out as slick gooey glooop inside the otter!

Groaning in pleasure, his own hand sticky with his own nectar Alrendo smiled over at Thomson before addressing his gurgling gut, "Good mouse... you do that so well." He chuckled... squirming, listening to what had been Laura sloshing about, rolling over he groaned at the heavy feeling as his stomach squished beneath his weight and nodded to his brother. "I think... we are ready now, is just us."

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Resting his paws on the firm bulge of ferret Thomson smiled at his brother when he gave him the all clear and addressed his gut. "So Joseph... ready for what comes next?"

Joe, for his part, squirmed and twisted around as best he could in the tight confines of the otter's womb. "I don't *know* what comes next, but, you've made your point, you can get me in here! Well done, now let me back out guys!"

Laughing softly the black furred otter smiled, "Oh you'll come back out... once you're an otter. A new twin, a third member of our bohemian act! Of course question is do I let you keep your memories Joseph or do I remould your mind completely into our newest otter brother!"

Silence from inside, stunned the ferret didn't know how to react at first then his body decided panic would do and he began wriggling helplessly, squirming earnestly, pushing out at the stiff, unyielding walls surrounding him. "Wait just a minute, I.. I like being me!"

"I'll take that as a need to re-write you completely then Joseph..... You'll enjoy being an otter, identical to me and Al, except for fur colour, a real troubadour and acrobat! With your only little slices of personality shining through helping to give you a unique flavour and character just like your brothers!"

The ferret winced as he listened to that explanation; he was calming back down a bit, mind churning rapidly, the ideas and thoughts plaguing him and an overriding sense of curiosity. Hesitantly he called out, a note of urgency creeping into his voice, "I more meant I'd rather keep my memory!"

The idea of looking like the pair of handsome mustelids who'd lured him in here was tempting. The thought of being utterly converted was almost... arousing, making squirm, helpless. Pushing out against the flesh around him again, fingers flexing against the goo coating them he tried to order his thoughts. Being a new him... a new life, the chance to really enjoy it like Al and Tom, to give in to their carnal delights in a manner like this. Shaking his head

Joseph tried to clear his mind, inhaling another muzzle full of honey, gulping the slick, delicious liquid, filling his stomach with it, the warmth suffusing him just helped him to relax, the more he dwelt on the idea the more appealing he found it.

"Is... is it possible to try it?"

Thomson smirked at the eager question from his guest, paws sliding over his bulge; he glanced at his twin who nodded to him encouragingly before he spoke up.

"Well then.... as you like the idea, let's get on with remaking you as an otter. I'm thinking blonde, all over, sleek and glistening, muscled swimmers body like me and Al. You will be bonded to us, remade to be our third brother, making us triplets. You'll love us and be mixed gender like us and we will love you but your memories would be intact." He paused, squirming at the ideas, loving what he was about to do, reaching out to take one of Alrendo's paws, squeezing it. "We'll give you some new skills of course, acrobatics and performing and such. Does that appeal to you otter?"

The ferret swallowed, that last otter he was sure had been directed at him, tremulously raising his voice to answer. "Well this will be... an unusual end to my day" He trailed off into a groan, panting heavily. The scent and liquid he had to swallow to keep his mouth clear was making it hard to think.

Fingers dancing over his body Thomson murmured, ignoring the ferret's words at first as he concentrated. His womb flooded with that liquid... slowly filling up, engulfing the grey ferret trapped within until only his head free.

"You are going to enjoy life with us, your personality is already a great match for being an otter, you'll see."

The ferret flushed, moving his body in the liquid, finding it difficult to shift his limbs in the viscous fluid. "Well that's good then..." Unsure of what really else to say as he started to relax, in the warm space. He barely heard Thomson calling him a good brother, just the echoing sound of liquid as his head was engulfed by the sticky fluid.

Curling up tightly Joseph felt no panic as he started breathing the thick liquid, filling his lungs with it, falling into a deep, dreamless, sedated slumber. His body then began the process of reshaping itself, limbs and torso shifting changing, fur melting off his body leaving glistening pink skin that slowly changed hue, taking on a light bronze colour. Gently his limbs stretched, torso too, gaining inches on what they used to have, new muscles building up as the liquid massaged his form causing Joseph's legs to kick and hands to twitch until he had the exact same build as the twins. It was a slow process and all the time new ideas, thoughts, emotions and muscle memory was being implanted into his mind. His personality was mostly left alone except for the otter instincts being woven into it, over-riding his existing ferret instincts, rewriting them to suit his new body and abilities.

Thomson just relaxes, sprawled out with his twin in their practice tent, cuddling and napping on each other. Both of them spent from a long day of work and then a whole lot of intimate fun together. The change in gender when it strikes Joseph sets the new otter to kicking; the strange sensations as new female parts grow into his body send his body through undulating ripples of activity. Blonde fur growing in, hormones rebalancing themselves as his fingers grow stretchy webbing between them and his tail finishes plumping up into a rudder.

Gasping Joseph slowly starts to become aware of himself again, slipping back into wakefulness, confused and disoriented by new thoughts, memories, feelings, sensory inputs, skills... what was his name? The tingling in his loins and the slick oozing of fur sliding across his body starts to fade as he was slowly made to turn in the stomach, drifting until his head was pushing against Thomson's cervix for the second time, starting to slide back out!

A thick rush of liquid honey poured around Joseph's body, the shift in pressure making the black otter squeal in pleasure, legs spread wide as the once ferret begins to slide down the tunnel he made his way up several hours before. His former life, the memories from before felt like reading a book: He could recall the facts, but was that really who he was now? All these thoughts echoed and fired through his mind as he stepped up his wriggling, flexing his long, rudder-like tail and feet, trying to help his journey back outside, snuffling with his nose as it breached the tunnel, the cool air against his broad bronze nose pad making him groan in delight.

The otter's nose was followed by his muzzle and then the rest of his head. New rounded ears flickering to dislodge slime! Thomson moaned, panting heavily as he gave birth to his new brother. That wriggling tail helping to push Joseph further out, shoulders clearing the wet tunnel, allowing him to wriggle his arms free as his chest and stomach followed.

Gripping the ground with his paws he twisted his body, sliding out the rest of the way, sticky legs oozing free, leaving him naked and glistening with slime on the floor before his brothers. Blinking he turned bright red eyes on his brothers and couldn't help but smile at them. Three sets of identical eyes looked out of heads that had similar mischievous grins plastered all over them. Moving to Joseph's side Alrendo started to wipe the thick gooey mess from his triplet's body. He was a rich, blonde furred mess, the new otter content to lie in the puddle of slickness, panting and shifting as he adjusted to his new body. Face is flushed red, webbed feet stretching curiously thick rudder swaying. Working his muzzle, spitting out a glob of gunk he cleared his teeth with his tongue and tried out his new voice.

"Ah... h... hey, brothers," He mumbled, ears flickering gently smiling as his own voice echoed in his mind like a strangers call. It was deep, rich, vibrant and similar to the other two otters.

Touching noses with his brother Alrendo beamed at him, "Welcome bro... what do you think Thomson?"

Slowly sitting up Thomson arched his back, stretching languidly before looking at their newest identical twin. "Mmmm you look hot but you need a name... something with a J at the start."

Nodding to this wise statement the former ferret pulled himself up into a sitting position, blushing deeper as he's called. 'Hot'.

"Ah, well, never been good at names..." He stretched running a paw down his chest, his former life felt like a dream, this new body felt so alive, so different. He couldn't help rubbing a wet arm along his eyes to try and wipe off the goo that threatened to drip into them. Shaking his fingers watching the thick goo drip off them the former ferret found himself grinning. He was still himself, it was all growing sharper, the new instincts and his memories blurring together as one. It felt good, better than good.

Laughing the black otter dragged a towel over the newest water-weasel and dumped it atop his head, starting to towel sleek otter fur dry.

"Jarril, Janson? Jake? Ooooh I like Jake, nice and slick and otter!" Alrendo grins and spread his new brother's legs, running his paws over them, checking everything is intact and fully formed on the blonde otter. Shamelessly this includes feeling up his balls and sheath, knees, webbed feet... a finger tracing his sex.

The nameless otter yelped as Alrendo spread his legs, unused to such familiarity and the way his body felt with those paws sliding over him. He gasped at the shameless groping and moaned as that finger traced his cunny, an entirely new sensation to the otter.

"Nn! I.. nn. .J.. jake, or mabe Jacob of Jacobson, w.. works.." He stuttered, it felt really good, whatever his white twin was doing between his thighs made everything feel good.

"Jacobson; Alrendo, Thomson and Jacobson," Al's grin widened, he shifted back, leaving his new brothers more intimate parts alone so Thomson could finish towelling his brother dry. Once he was finished he sat back on his heels and kissed the blonde otter on the fore-head. "Well brother, welcome to our family, welcome to our acrobatic troupe!

The golden-furred otter nodded, trying to scramble to his feet, feeling a little wobbly as he uses his legs for the first time. "I like it, too." He said with a smile, bowing to his two brothers. "Thanks, may take me a bit to get, ah, back on my feet, as it were."

Bounding to their feet, Thomson and Al clapped their new brother on the shoulders. "Welcome, let's go back to our caravan! The circus is a great place to live! And we are the best damn acrobats there are." Alrendo enthused eagerly, bouncing toward the entrance to the tent.

Thomson wasn't to be outdone and cart-wheeled to join the white triplet, holding open the tent flap. "With you onboard Jacobson we will be even better than before!"

Smiling to himself, looking around the tent then over at his brothers the newly forged Jacobson bounded over to join them, bouncing into a handstand before flipping to land on his feet between them. "Let's go, I think I'm going to love it here!"

~fin