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Ratling 2 - September 14, 2013 Written by Afril, Edited by Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association

M/F, Oral/Straight/Caressing

Trabel returns to the City

Trabel stood on a street-corner, watching human females move up and down the sidewalk. They swayed their hips and chatted about nothing to each other. But mostly they waited... They waited for males to come. To take them into the 'saloons', where the music and laughter sounded tinny to her ears. Coaches came and went, sometimes stopping to let one of the females in. A few parts of a candle later the females would return, wiping their lips or rubbing their rumps - And always a little heavier of coin. She could hear them clinking together in whatever hidden places they kept their bags.

Pick-pockets - Hah! The few that had tried to steal from her found she had no pockets, nor wore any cloth under the robe... And it was their 'coin-purses' her deft fingers squeezed and fondled, making the males gasp and hobble off, their pants around their ankles. Once she knew how to undo buttons, and un-tie knots, males stood little chance of keeping their dignity. She growled to herself... Some of them had been nicely firm and full - But none of them stayed long enough for her to get more than a few good gropes in before they took off. And she was supposed to be the timid one?

As the moons climbed higher in the sky, the females became scarcer, so she decided to try her hand at this game... Many of the coaches had stopped when a female had shown off a pasty-white leg, so she moved a little closer to the lamp-light and pushed a leg out of her robe.

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Eddleston was bored. Same old doxies, with the same old legs as bare as a peasant's cupboard. He wanted something different, something exciting. Something - By the rings of Urin! He quickly hit the coach-roof, stopping his driver. Did his eyes deceive him? No... Standing like a black pearl amongst a pile of ordinary white ones, was a leg like he had only seen in drawings in books kept in locked cabinets. He had heard rumors of continental women whose bodies were covered in hair, but to actually see one... He grinned as he opened the door for the 'lady' - He would gladly pay whatever she wanted for a dalliance. Just stroking her hair-covered leg alone would turn the other members of the Club green with envy. When she didn't move for a moment, he waved to her. Yes, it's ok. I am not some rapist or murderer - He could have just about anyone he wanted in his bed, and dead things made him queasy.

Another hesitation, before the robed being scampered up and into his carriage, which made his erection throb all the harder. Closing the door, he thumped the roof again, settling down beside the creature, feeling her leg tremble as he gently touched it. The shy ones were always the best!

"May I..." he rasped, letting his naughty fingers wander closer to the lip of the robe. Suddenly, it slid open, revealing more than just a hairy leg... Bloody fish-guts in a barrel! Her leg was bent wrong - And were those claws on her toes? He slid his hand over a furry thigh, gasping as he dared a peek at her chest. Only one breast was visible, but it was even more exotic than any drawing he could have imagined. It moved under his gaze, the nipple firm and pink and demanding he touch it. So he did, getting a grunt and a slim hand gripping his - Not to push it away, but to press it in more firmly. He damn near came in his pants just from caressing the female's wonderful body. And there were more treasures yet to be had? He gasped as the robe slid away, revealing the female was not human at all, but a rodent with whiskers and button-like eyes... And slim clawed fingers that had unbuttoned his pants and gripped his member firmly, stroking it, teasing it. He would have gladly given her his entire purse for that hand to continue it's work, but as he watched, the creature 'smiled' and went to her knees, blowing warm air across his crotch, her free hand fishing out his nut-sack, cradling it as she leaned over and licked a dribble of pre from his shaft.

The Earle stuffed a hand into his mouth to keep the scream stifled... Her tongue was soft and warm and wet and she cleaned his dripping cock off well, right up to the point she slipped it between her thin lips, and into her hot muzzle.

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Trabel giggled to herself. Human males were so easily mated! You let them touch you, you touched them - You gave them a little muzzle and they went insane... She nosed his thatch of hair, inhaling his spicy scent deeply. Mmmmmm - Sweet pre and hot male. She teased his sack, working the testes inside with a clawed thumb, moving his trembling hand from her shoulder and mashing it against her tit. She squeezed his cloth-covered butt, making the male buck into her mouth. She had barely started bobbing her head when the nuts in her grip lurched as the male spurted hot ropes of seed along her tongue. She sucked hungrily on the meat-pole, mashing her snout into the male's crotch, teasing his sack, raking her teeth lightly along the bulbous head, and getting several more spurts of liquid desire to savor. Salty, slightly starchy... She licked and sucked on the maleness until it wouldn't even give her a drop of pre, and was a limp as - Well, as the rest of the male.

She sighed... He had gotten her damp, and she was hoping to do more than suckle on him - Not with this floppy noodle, she wasn't. One more hot kiss on his balls, and she tucked him back in, re-doing his pants - More for practice than any other reason. She dug through his purse, finding a shiny copper coin she liked the look of, and tapped on the roof of the coach as she has seen the male do. It stopped and she got out, not bothering to do more than slide the robe over her body, winking at the human sitting on the box in front. One of the horses was also a male and sported a prodigious erection, slapping it against his belly. Trabel licked her lips... She had thought of the brutes as nothing more than stupid human-carriers, fit only to be scared into fits of galloping. But now - There was no way it would fit between her legs, but that didn't mean she couldn't ride it. Rub it back and forth and caress it and nibble on it until it blasted her rump and muzzle with thick horse-cream... Of course it would fit in her mouth - There was very little that wouldn't. She would just have to be mindful of her teeth as she swallowed the thick cock. Swaying her hips in such a way even the driver had to stare at her, she returned to a corner, flashing the male a long leg before vanishing into the shadows.

A couple of more coaches stopped for the robed female, and the Ratling found humans hesitant to start playing... And way too quick to cum in her muzzle. She even managed to de-pants the last human, squeezing his white butt-cheeks, teasing his powdered hole with a clawed finger. She got him to pop a third time just by inserting the tip in his shuddering ass - Just before he went limp Everywhere. Hmmpf! Ah well... She patted her tummy. The coins she had 'liberated' from the males had gotten her a mug full of 'punch' - It had a pretty good kick to it. And a pie - Mystery meat... She knew dog when she tasted it. She had been chased by dogs before, but never for fun... She licked her thin lips again. What wonderfully wicked ideas the humans were giving her... And what is this? A lone male standing by a lamp. One of the City-watch, out patrolling. He looked so bored... Well, she could take care of that!

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Watchman James just barely stifled a yawn. Still half the night to go and not even so much as a broken window. He would give a day's pay for plain old 'Domestic Dispute'... Who's this then? He hoped it was someone who had lost their way - He really wasn't in the mood to do the paperwork for 'Drunken in Public'.

"Wot yer doin out at this time a'night... All the good lads and lasses be in bed by now."

The being came up to him and he felt eyes look him over. Then a hand reached out and squeezed his cod-piece!

"All the good 'uns are a'bed... Only the bad 'uns are about this time a'night..."

The robe fell to the ground and the first thing he noticed was that the creature wasn't human. Followed by the fact she was very female. In moments, the Ratling had him against a wall, his pants puddled around his ankles, her slim but strong hands kneading his buttocks and she was scarfing his cock like she wanted to take it home with her! And he did what any male would do - He carefully put his lantern down, set his spear on the ground... Ok, he dropped both of them, not caring if he set the whole sector on fire, and grabbing the furry head, pumped his hips raggedly against the female's muzzle, until he literally exploded. Not only did she gulp down his offering, she made sure he was still hard with rough licks and nuzzlings that would make a dead-man dance.

Finally! Someone with stamina... Standing up, Trabel grinned at the male, squeezing his dick. Before he could change his mind, she jumped up, impaling herself on his thick meat, growling, "Fuck me..." as she slid down until fur met hair. His hands slid down her back and cupped her rump as she crossed her legs over his, gasping as the male bit one of her nipples. She shoved her chest out, rippling her muscles along his length, feeling him throb inside of her.

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James had heard of such females - Ratlings were often used to scare children into behaving. And of course one heard rumors in the pubs about travelers who encountered them, to be seduced into a long night of hot sex... Only to find themselves stripped bare naked when they woke in the morning. Of course, some said it would be worth losing all your possessions for a romp with one of the furred females, and now he truly believed it - This creature was hotter than a summer's fire. Randier than a sailor at first port. She was humping against him and squeezing him and shoving her other tit into his face so he could bite and kiss her other cute nipple, while her butt danced in his hands... And that tail! Slapping his rump when he didn't keep up with the demands on his hips. Caressing his leg, or sneaking up to tickle his nut-sack... Her whiskers caressed his face when they kissed. Those so talented hands that played with his ears, stroked his neck, squeezed his shoulders as she screamed into his chest, orgasm wetting them both, her toe-claws digging into his butt, making him buck like a startled horse.

Maybe it was the intensity of his own orgasm that made him see stars... Or maybe it was smacking his head against the stone behind him - Either way, his legs gave out and he slid down the wall, landing on his rear. The Ratling was still riding his pulsating cock, still grinding her hips against his. Still kissing him with lips hotter than mulled wine. She was still running her hands over his panting body, working his shirt open to tease his nipples, crouched over him, working her butt against his aching nut-sack to make sure she harvested every last drop from them. He groaned... From the time she first appeared to now was - A half of a candle?! Not even a time-mark on the new-fangled sand-clocks they used on the counting-house. He shivered - And not from the cool of the night. This fantasy creature had completely worn him out. So much so, his dick could only muster a half-hardness inside her. Not even a kiss so full of lust he would have been popping buttons could make it do more than twitch.

"My lady... I must ask your forg - Mmmpf!"

Trabel shut the male up by stuffing his sweaty face in her tits. She held his head and rubbed her chest up and down it until he stopped yowping. Mmmmm - The male was one really good fuck. She had cum a couple of times and he had really popped a load inside her. She snuggled against him, until his penis slipped out - And even then she rubbed herself against it, making it's owner gasp and shiver.

"Ya can get oil?"

When he looked at her blankly, the Ratling rubbed her butt in his face, making the human moan.

"Maybe next time ya can get it in my ass afore ya blow up like an alchemists shop..."

James kissed the wriggling, hairy, sweaty butt several times over, vowing not only would he have oil, but a couple of 'Stay-Up' potions as well. Gods! To spend an entire night in bed with this creature. Exploring all of her hidden secrets while she did things to him he could only imagine in lust-filled dreams. He would probably die with a smile on his face not even a priest could pry off! One last caress with that whip-like tail and the female padded off, picking up her robe as she vanished once again into the shadows.

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Trabel could barely contain herself... She had learned so much about the city. There were places where females got Paid to have sex. And not with just one male, but as many as they could snag. Carriages held males who were more than willing to let a horny female suck them dry. Food was as plentiful as one's purse allowed - Although stealing was more fun, it didn't make the meal taste better. She washed in the cool spring water, sighing... No cubs as yet, but it was still a lot of fun to try. Grap! She was going to be busy for the next couple of days, gathering items and finding a cart - She hadn't even explored half of the city as yet, and she knew traders were let in more places than sneak-thieves. She also had to return to the nest and report her findings... Hehe - Her sisters were going to tear their fur out when they found out how many males she had mated with... They would demand she describe every little detail of how she did them. They were going to tug at their whiskers when she told them how easy it was to seduce a human - Un-button their pants, lick on their dicks and they were yours to do with as you pleased.

She also had two males she had promised to return to... Perhaps she could get both of them to hump her at the same time? Mmmmmm... She was going to be a very busy Ratling - But not too busy to snag a wayward farm-lad or weary traveler should she happen to come upon one. With thoughts of how best to seduce young male humans, Trabel drifted off to sleep.

The End