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Disclaimer: You're not supposed to be reading this story if you're under 18. . . blah blah blah, you all know the rest. . .

Ok. Now, not far back, I wrote a Redwall fanfic about Princess Kurda, you know, the Royal Ferret in the book Triss? Yeah, that one. It wasn't one of my best, but it was still pretty good. Someone asked me to write a second yiff about Kurda, one featuring m/f/f stuff, domination, all that good stuff. I've been thinking about this a lot, and finally have worked a storyline out in my head. So, this is a prequel to the first story, 'Of Warlords and Pleasures: Princess Kurda,' not a sequel. This is before Triss and her friends leave Riftgard. . .

All characters used in this fanfic are (c) Brian Jacques and publishers, and are used without permission

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A warm paw ran through the fur on Kurda's rump. The young Royal ferret rolled over with a smile. . . but nothing was there. Still, claws gently raked through the fur on her inner thighs and caressed her folds. Kurda moaned and raised her paws above her head, spreading her legs and closing her eyes. The paw squeezed at her sex gently; then a soft finger ran the length of her wet trough. The ferret gasped, arching her hips against the paw. Two more pawclaws pressed and rubbed at her tailhole, teasing it carefully. Kurda tossed her head, sighing in dismay as the arousing fingers left her engorged nether-lips, but the sigh turned into a groan as the paw returned, this time to cup her breast and play with the nipple. The paw at her rump tickled upwards and then circled her clit. "Oh. . . yesssss," breathed Kurda, grabbing her other breast and kneading it as her clit was massaged. She dared not open her eyes, lest her pleasurer be scared away, but bared her fangs as finally, two fingers slipped inside of her wet, dilating twat. Clamping her walls down on those digits, Kurda wriggled and rolled, thrusting slowly in an erotic dance. Smooth fur skimmed and stroked her from the inside, moving deeper than any malebeast's rod had ever gone before; past her cervix and bumping up against her pubic bone, slipping past even that and into her womb. "Aaaahh!" cried the young female ferret, gripping her breast so tightly that her claws left tiny marks in the flesh. "Ohhhh. . . !" The pawfingers began to bang her at a steady pace, manipulating her breast and nipple and brushing her clit at every outstroke. Her juices soaked the paw, dripping past it and onto the bedcovers. "Oh, harder! Faster!" Kurda shrieked as she lunged upward with her hips to meet the pleasuring paw. As if on cue, the fingers began to move faster. Kurda bit her lip to keep from screaming with the sheer, pure, unadulterated delight of being fingered so deep and fast, and clutched at the appendages sunk within her tightly with her streaming cunt. She was so close, so close, so close. . . "Tell me your name! I want to know it!" the ferret cried. A voice, neither feminine nor masculine, answered, with a hint of a smile. "My name is. . . Kurda!"

The young Royal Ferret awoke to the sound of her voice being shouted down the corridor, panting, her orgasm denied. It had all been a dream, she realized. All a dream. Her throbbing sexflesh and the river of juices that coated her cunt, the inside of her thighs, and the sheets under her legs evidenced that. Kurda smacked her pillow in frustration. For several nights now, she had dreamed of being fingered deep and wonderfully by some unseen beast, but when she awoke, she was unclothed, unfulfilled, and unhappy. "Kurda!" The young ferret bared her teeth. "What you be wantink, Bladd!?" she shouted out from her bed, although the door was closed. "Your swordpractice, little sister! Cuttim more herrinks for der stew, yarr! Huh huh huh!" Bladd, Kurda's brother, laughed idiotically and thumped her door. "Better hurry and get up before Fadder decides not to let you cut more herrinks and turnips for der stew!" Kurda rolled her pink eyes and lay back. "Shut up, Bladd bootnose, and let me alone, yarr, or I come after you mitt my saber!" Her words had the desired effect; she had whipped Bladd across the back or rump too many times for her brother to bait her for very long, and the next thing she heard was the heavy sound of his footpaws slapping against the cold floorstones outside her door as he shuffled off.

Kurda growled and threw back the covers. Her snatch pulsed and dripped juice still, frustrating her. Oh well, thought Kurda. Might as well finish what was started. Lying back onto the bed, Kurda spread herself with her fingers in an inviting position; then slipped two of them inside and began to bang herself. Her steaming twat pressed down on her fingers as she drew them in and out of her. The release that had been denied the ferret for so long came too soon. Kurda shrieked, her cunt walls convulsed wetly around her fingers, and she fell back, panting again, her pussy streaming juice and her sexual appetite satiated---for the moment. Drawing her fingers from herself, Kurda brought them to her muzzle and teased herself with the smell of aroused female ferret before licking her claws clean. Her own scent of arousal clung to her fur and had permeated the large room before she was done. The ferret swore and rose to her footpaws. The room's air would have to be sprinkled with rosewater and she would have to take a bath before she went to swordpractice. Ah, well. Not bothering to clothe, Kurda crossed her room into a smaller one, where she called for slaves to draw a hot bath for her.

The Royal Ferret spent the next half-hour immersed in soapy water, scrubbing her sex juices from her fur, while her slaves dabbled their paws in rosewater and sprinkled the air of her room to cover the scent of her arousal. Once finished, Kurda got out of the tub, humming to herself, and strode, imperious and naked, into her room. "Out! Both of you! Clean up the bathroom, yarr, and you, get me my practicink clothes!" The ottermaid she had indicated bowed and scurried off to Kurda's wardrobe. The ferret plopped herself down in front of her huge mirror and began to towel off, then proceeded to brush her fur and rub rosewater into her gleaming white pelt. The ottermaid waited nearby discreetly to help Kurda dress, but the young Royal Ferret dismissed her and pulled on the dress herself.

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As she walked down the hall to the swordpracticing room, Kurda thought about her encounter the night before. Had her pleasurer been male. . . or female? One thing, she knew, the fingers had definitely been feminine!

Rounding the corner, Kurda thought about what swords she would use today. . . but that dragged her off course, too. Instead, she found herself thinking about the pretty young squirrelmaid slave who helped her with the weapons. What was her name now? Ah, yes. Triss. How pretty and slender she was, even though she was a slave. Kurda found herself fantasizing about what Triss looked like barefurred and aroused. The Royal Ferret had never been just with malebeasts; rather, she had had several female consorts, each one better than the last and all eager to please the ferret Princess. She had discovered her "alternative lifestyle" when she was but a cub, with a female playmate who was just as curious about sex organs as Kurda was. They had tasted, smelled, licked, and fingered each other for hours, until the other's mother had called for her to go home. Later, when Kurda was older and had experienced a malebeast before, she had run into another female, who flirted incessantly---with her. Locura had been a fox, and what a wild, sexy vixen she was! Her large, vulpine breasts had satisfied Kurda more than once, and when they made love, it was as if the heavens had come down and caught the Royal Ferret up! Nobeast had ever suspected Kurda of taking female lovers before, thinking that the moans and cries coming from the Princess's room late at night was simply the result of taking a malebeast to bed with her. In truth, Kurda had had more female lovers than male!

Swordpractice was normal and uneventful, though Kurda caught herself eyeing the provocative swell of young breasts beneath the squirrelmaid's ragged frock. As Triss turned to leave, Kurda caught her by the arm. "You will be stayink here, squvirrel. I vant to talk to you." Triss nodded. The Royal Ferret nodded at the older squirrelslave, Drufo, to leave the chamber and close the door behind him, and then Kurda turned back to Triss. "How old do you be, yarr?" Triss was a bit flustered; never before had the Princess spoken to her before except to yell and curse at her. "How old. . . I. . . I'm not sure, your Majesty. I---" Kurda cut the young squirrelmaid off with a wave of her saber. "Never mind, it is of no importance to me, slave! What I would like to know is: have you ever been with another beast before, male or female?" Triss shook her head. "N-no. . . why?" Kurda's face twisted into an evil smirk. "That is for me to know and you to find out." Swinging her hips and saber from side to side, the Royal Ferret slowly advanced upon her slave. Triss backed away from the ferret Princess until she bumped the wall. "Princess, I. . . I don't understand. What's going on!?" Kurda smiled. "You understand that you are a truly attractive little squirrel, do you not?" Triss nodded slowly, then shook her head. Kurda rolled her pink eyes with a sigh. "I shall have to show you then, yarr." The squirrelmaid flinched as her mistress pressed her soft, feminine body against her own, staring up into Kurda's smirking face with disbelief. "N-noo---" She was cut off by the suddenness with which the Royal Ferret pushed her muzzle against Triss's, forcing the squirrelmaid's mouth open with her long, prehensile tongue.

Triss struggled against Kurda, trying to twist away without raising a paw against the Princess, but froze when she felt a warm paw cup her rump gently. Triss felt Kurda's other paw run down her throat casually until her claws came to the neckline of the squirrelmaid's frock, caressing the tops of her breasts before dipping inside for one. Triss closed her eyes, her body melting into Kurda's as one of the ferret's paws fondled her nipple and the other made a trek from her tailbase to the top of her slit through the worn fabric of her smock. Kurda felt the squirrelmaid begin to return the amorous kiss, felt Triss's nipples harden against her own breasts. The Princess pulled away to look into the squirrelmaid's eyes and smile gently. "Havink fun yet, squvirrel?" Triss managed to nod assent, but her knees buckled as Kurda reached under her smock to fondle her clit and play with her dampening folds. The Royal Ferret grinned. "Good; we go on." Pressing herself against Triss once more, Kurda kissed the young maid passionately while using her sharp claws to cut the ragged smock from Triss's slender body and tore her own clothing away. As the frock slipped from the squirrelmaid's breasts, Triss encircled Kurda's neck with her arms and moaned into her mistress's mouth as the ferret rubbed her hard nipples along Triss's own. Once the fabric was in shreds at their feet, Kurda stepped back to look at her beautiful squirrelmaid.

Triss was slender and redfurred, with her long soft brush of a tail standing up straight behind her. From where she stood, Kurda could see the faint outline of Triss's swollen folds and clitty beneath her silky white pubic fur. The ferret licked her lips as clear droplets of juice dripped slowly down the inside of her own thighs and the scent of her arousal mingled with that of Triss. The squirrelmaid's breasts were round and firm, with their hard pink nipples proudly proclaiming their wearer's stimulation to Kurda. Even as the Royal Ferret examined every square inch of Triss's perfect body, Triss gazed at Kurda's with equal hunger and satisfaction. Finally, Kurda snapped out of her admiring trance and grinned at Triss. "Lie down, squvirrel." Triss did as she was told quickly and quietly, lying down on her back across the hardwood floor of the weapons' room. Kurda stood over her slave's face, allowing Triss a good look up into the swollen pleats and clit of an aroused female, even as her honey dripped down the insides of her thighs.

Triss found herself licking her lips as she stared up into Kurda's folds. Reaching up a paw, she stroked the inside of the ferret's thigh as high as she could reach and caught the droplets of tangy juice upon her tongue when Kurda flinched. Triss smiled up at Kurda. "Please, come down where I can reach you." The Royal Ferret smirked and lowered herself until she was straddling Triss's muzzle, her wet and needy twat dilating and contracting as Triss ran a savoring tonguetip around the edges.

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Riftun had just been making his daily rounds about the castle when he neared the weapons' room. Striding past, he caught a distinct whiff of something that made his loins throb unexpectedly. The rat decided to look inside the small barred window of the chamber; what he saw made his trousers tent and his balls contract.

Princess Kurda was straddling a young squirrelmaid's face, moaning with pleasure as the slave licked her, rolling her hips against the delightful muzzle. Meanwhile, lower, the squirrelmaid's knees were drawn up and her thighs spread, revealing her own wet and throbbing cunt. Riftun licked saliva from his lips, slipping a paw down to grip his erection firmly. What would he do!? The rat captain scanned the halls for any sign of other guards, and, seeing none, opened the door of the weapons' room a crack. The smell was even stronger inside, spicy and tangy at the same time. Kurda shrieked suddenly, making Riftun jump, and he watched with hunger in his eyes as the squirrelmaid reached up her paws to cup and clench the Princess's rump, while her own twat throbbed and dripped juices down into the slave's inner thighfur.

The scents making his head whirl, Riftun slipped into the room and shut the door behind him, now painfully hard. The sounds of lapping and savoring could be clearly heard above Kurda's moans and shrieks. Slipping his helmet, armor, and undertunic off, Riftun crept across the floor to the wet pussy of the squirrelmaid, his stiff rod leaking precum already. Inhaling the sweet, fresh scent of aroused youth, Riftun dared to taste the slave's honey, before slipping his engorged rod into her with a sigh of relief.

Triss jumped, making Kurda squeal as the squirrelmaid's tongue delved up into her. A hard, long, hot, smooth rod was sliding into her untouched regions, slick with her juices and a warm, sticky substance. However foreign the feeling was to Triss, it gave her exquisite pleasure nonetheless. The redfurred maid returned to her pleasuring of Kurda, nipping lightly at the ferret's clit before swirling her tongue around inside the soaking folds. The Princess gripped her slave's ears tightly, wrapping her thighs around Triss's head, crying out and moaning. Behind her, Riftun felt Triss's wet twat squeeze his huge red staff tightly and sank himself deep into her, slowing only when he came to a thin barrier. Bracing himself, he gave a firm jab that made the squirrelmaid jump a bit and slipped balldeep into the slave.

Kurda lost herself when Triss jumped again. Screaming with delight, she let a deluge of her sticky juices cascade out across Triss's face and down her throat. The squirrelmaid moaned also as Riftun began to pump her hard, sliding his rod in and out of her tight, dripping pussy in a quick attempt to get himself off. As Kurda moaned and panted, Triss proceeded to lick her clean, lapping hungrily at her mistress's tight, messy cunt. Riftun now gave voice to his own desires, for he was very close. "Unhhhh. . . hellsteeth!" Triss screamed into Kurda's snatch as her insides exploded with a burst of pleasure, as her loins imploded with a flood of hot ratcum. Riftun thrust a few more times, roaring with delight; then collapsed onto Triss's sweaty body.

Kurda rolled off of the squirrelmaid's face and both of them gasped when they saw Riftun, buried to the hilt inside Triss and panting heavily. The rat captain looked up, smiling nervously. "Princess! I. . . uh. . . just passing by---" Kurda cut him off. "Just passink by, yarr? Lies! For this, interruptink a private session, you will be punished!" Triss and Riftun both moaned a bit as the rat slid out of the squirrel, and then Kurda bent close to Triss's ear and whispered something. Both of their tired faces lit up with wicked smiles and they turned to face Riftun, whose shrinking cock, which was streaked with Triss's sticky juices and his own cum, flopped down exhaustedly over his drained balls. The rat captain was shocked and taken aback when he was shoved down to the floor and Triss's muff was deposited over his muzzle. Meanwhile, Kurda began to lick the hardness back into the rat's soft dick, tasting Triss's honey and the bittersweet flavor of Riftun's cum.

Triss wiggled her hips appealingly over the captain's muzzle, and Riftun, his head swimming with the scents of aroused females, began to eat the squirrelmaid hungrily. His cock hardened and pointed, and Kurda engulfed it into her muzzle, sucking hard and deepthroating him until her nose bumped his pushed-down sheath. She then gave Riftun a good squeeze with her throat muscles, making him moan and lick Triss harder. The squirrelmaid was in heaven as Riftun's long tongue delved deeply into her and his nose bumped her hard clit several times as he swallowed and dipped. His paws squeezed her rump rhythmically in time to Kurda's suckling upon his stiff ratpole, and the ferret tasted his precum eagerly. Triss gripped the rat captain's ears and rolled her hips quickly against his muzzle. "So close," she moaned, rubbing her soaked pleats acros Riftun's nose.

Kurda soon tired of sucking her captain off, and, rising up, she sank down onto his slick rod with a groan of contentment. Riftun jumped, making Triss shriek, and Kurda moaned at the fullness of the rat's cock as she rode it hungrily. Riftun licked the squirrelmaid harder. As he bit down on her clit lightly, Triss was forced to let go of all sanity and screamed out her release as she came hard. Riftun could barely keep up with the amount of juices that streamed into his muzzle and down his throat, as he was distracted by Kurda riding him skillfully, squeezing and massaging his smooth, wet cockflesh with her nether-muscles. Riftun roared as the Royal Ferret came down again and shot his hot ratcream deep into her womb, feeling her twat quiver with her own release. All three of them lay in a sticky, panting heap, smiling at each other and feeling the air still surge with their arousal.

Moving closer, Kurda pulled Triss off Riftun's face and onto her. Spreading the squirrelmaid wide, Kurda began to rub their engorged clits together, pulling Triss close in a passionate kiss. The two started to grind, their sopping pussies slapping wetly together. Riftun, licking Triss's juices off of his muzzle, found himself hard again at the sight of the feminine pleasure that the Princess and her slave were sharing. Triss moaned loudly, thrusting her hips in a rhythmic motion against Kurda's wet twat. Never before had she experienced so much sexual pleasure; before Kurda had approached her, Triss had not even masturbated! Now, as she felt her hard clit rake against the ferret's, she felt as if she was floating on a cloud of pleasure.

Riftun slid to the fronts of the bucking, moaning females and pressed his hard cocktip against Triss's lips. Instantly, he was rewarded by the warmth of her mouth taking him in. The rat captain closed his eyes, shuddering with delight as Triss tongued his cockhole expertly, rolling his smooth crimson tower of flesh around in her muzzle. He felt his huge, flaring crown press against the back of her throat, and thrust gently forward. Triss swallowed the precum that had flowed into her mouth, giving Riftun a jolt of pleasure as she squeezed his ratpole. Kurda spread Triss even wider and rubbed her clit against the squirrelmaid's wet folds, making Triss cry out around Riftun's cock. Their juices mingled as their cunts smacked together; their clits raked up each other's; and Kurda nipped Triss's throat, moving lower to fondle a nipple with her tongue and teeth.

Both females gripped each other's rumps tightly, each trying to force the other's clit into their sopping cunts. Riftun was drunk on the scents of arousal, slowly thrusting toward Triss's mouth as she sucked him off with a skill she never knew she possessed.

The captain was the first to come. Roaring his release, he flooded his hot seed deep into Triss's throat. The warm stickiness flowed smoothly down into the squirrelmaid's stomach, and, as Riftun pulled away, Triss could fully concentrate on her own release; and that of her mistress. Their pussies slapped and smacked harder together, almost painfully, but they kept up the rhythmic, rolling motion of their hips. Their honey mingled, coating their inner thighs and dripping out onto the floor. Without warning, with screams of agonized pleasure, their hot cream spurted from their stimulated twats and into each other, making an even bigger mess. Triss found Kurda's mouth with her own, and, as they lay still, clasping each other, their tongues dueled wetly. The Royal Ferret, wanting to return the favor that Triss had so willingly delivered to her, slid the young squirrelmaid up her body until Triss's snatch rested above her muzzle. For the second time that day, Triss was pleasured orally, this time by her ferret lover's skilled and feminine tongue.

Riftun did not think it was possible to go on from here, but, as he watched Triss and Kurda go at it yet again, he crept behind them and buried his tongue in Kurda's twat. The white ferret jumped, moaned, but kept licking and slurping at Triss's sweet spot. As Kurda lapped at Triss, Riftun sipped from Kurda's sweet fountain. After several minutes of stimulation, Triss came explosively, as did Kurda.

The two females, panting, rolled onto their sides and held each other close, locked in a kiss. Riftun jacked off furiously to rid himself of his stiffness, and came with a grunt, sending ropes of sticky white cum all over his face and body. Lying down at Kurda and Triss's footpaws, the rat captain fell into an exhausted sleep with a smile on his face. The ferret and the squirrel kissed for some time before they too, fell asleep, holding each other close. What pleasure.

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