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Twin Thieves on the Iron East

by The Brain of Lazarus

The road to the Iron East is a dangerous one, many say. A long and tumultuous trip filled with unknowns and great perils that takes planning and care to reach the ultimate destination, The Great Steel City. Those who master the path however will find the journey a worthwhile one, as it is rumored that within the walls lies paradise and fruition. Twas the difference between life and death, though a legacy for oneself could be forged in Great Steel.

What dangers and foul deeds? Well, some attested the dead themselves crawled along the pathway, devouring any poor soul caught in their path. Some said barbarians shrieked down hills and dismembered travelers for sport. Others promised demons arrived in cloaks of skin to steal flesh and add it to their 'collection,' all horrid, nightmarish tales, that only a fool would ignore.

Ibo, the merchant of Saiko Town, heeded none of the warnings.

He was a sturdy, stubborn seller of unique wares and trinkets and while not all that bright, was a good bargain man and understood how to swing a deal in his favor. His resilience, however, came from ignoring the words of his hometown: that traveling in the Iron East alone was incredibly risky, and doing so at night was suicide. He cared not!

Being a pale steed of great ambition and few bright thoughts, Ibo began his quest. At night.

More so, the hot headed fellow was strong enough to carry his most valuable possessions on his back while the rest was on a wagon of which he pulled. He assumed that if he maintained a pace of, well, never stopping, he should reach Great Steel in no time. How much time? Didn't matter, why bother checking? It was only a distraction in the wake of his self fulfilling destiny.

If any favors had come from his blissful ignorance, it was the young night itself. The moon played about as a ghostly candle, providing just enough illumination for Ibo, aside from a lantern on his wagon. This allowed the whistling, care free stallion to make out a shape not but a dozen yards ahead of him on the dirt road, a sliver of oak in the dark. As he approached, a pole bathed in moonlight turned out to be a signpost, with several arrows springing about its sides, leading into several directions.

Poetically, he planted his hands on waist. "Hmmmmmm," he murmured loudly, as though an audience were watching his every move. Stoic eyes of yellow scanned over the symbols and words, looking for a dubious clue to lead him the right way.

"Yuh haffin' trouble there, stranger?"

Taking a few seconds to process the fact that a strange voice had spoken to him, Ibo blinked, and looked around.

A few moments passed, and the same voice giggled.

"I'm up here, dink."

Pondering whether or not he should trust this sound to actually look up, Ibo remembered his arrogance and pursued to gaze upward defiantly. His eyes, adjusting to the light, was met with an interesting sight.

Thick, round cheeks were pressed lightly atop the signpost, garbed in a tight, black leather that shimmered slightly from the wash of amber lantern. A long, curly puff tail was swept to the side, seeped in a fiery orange hue, complimenting this alluring, hourglass figure resting above. It, once again, took Ibo some time to process that what he observed was a finely shaped, enormous bum.

"Uhh, hmm, you're not a sign," the large horse mused. "You must be a trick those villagers complained about."

"You think my ass is a trick? That's rude."

In a swift, graceful motion, the leather clad figure lifted herself from the oak post, balancing her frame with arms before hopping to the ground. She bent over, shoving that huge, ripe rump into view, shaking from side to side as hands grasped the post.

"I'll have you know that not only am I not a trick, but my ass is fat, big, and bouncy. Yuh'd do well to recognize a lady's jiggly butt, dink."

From here more could be seen of the girl's appearance. Big bush tail indicated she was a squirrel, thick in the rear with curvy hips, equipped with strong climbing legs and wrapping cloth of black about her wrists and ankles. Her face was exposed, eyes of scarlet looming out through hair of light amber, wrapped in ponytail and bangs over visage. A rather mischievous smile curled her painted lips of black, as her gaze roamed over the steed with intrigue.

Rising, she turned around, palms to cheeks as her hips wiggled more.

"I gotta compensate ya'know, only have itty bitty girl titties!" she exclaimed with a wicked giggle.

Ibo wasn't one for humor as it often went completely over his head, so he watched her in silence, still uncertain. Puzzled, the girly squirrel tilted her head, rubbing chin. Looking past him a moment, her smile grew bigger as she eyed the wagon and immense backpack the horse was carrying.

"Yuh aren't too bright there, stud. Well! I guess that'll work to our advantage, hee hee."

Before Ibo was able to voice his dissent, he felt the cold prick of metal touch his throat, gasping confusedly as a blade of iron had him by the neck.

"Bgugh!?" he sputtered, while a dainty arm curled round his shoulders.

"I guess we'll have to go at this a different angle, eh Ryuku?" the voice behind him said, another female, similar in voice to the squirrel.

Who, speaking of, had rushed over to Ibo and wriggled to her knees, and with such aggressive haste pulled down Ibo's trousers and belt, yanking down his garments as his massive steed cock flopped out and swung in the brisk night air.

"Wugh! What are you doing!?" he bellowed, watching his shaft sway in exposure as the squirrel Ryuku grinned up at him devilishly.

"Shhh. Just let me lick your nuts, stud."

"I guess you didn't realize," the voice intoned behind him, "that you ran into the Twin Thieves. But don't worry, we won't hurt you. In faaaaact. . ." trailed off the unknown figure, lightening her grip.

"We'll probably just end up sucking your balls and cock the whole night, boyo. That doesn't sound so bad, neh? Watching two girls smack their asses together for you?"

Her tongue licked at Ibo's cheek, as the horse felt his testes fondled by the warm of silky soft palm, jostled nicely in skilled grasp. Weight of his backpack also began to recede as the other girl gently unhinged it from masculine frame, while Ibo's brain tried its damnedest to process the events around him. Girls... touching... backpack... what?

Ryuku had eagerly begun to kiss and lather his hefty sac with tongue, the soft un-erect steed girth resting on her face as lips pressed into the stone pair, lewdly mouthing and gulping at the heavy balls. Her pink carpet ran over them several times, slowly draping the wet rug upon each sphere with loving attention, pulling it into her maw as squirrely cheek puffed out erotically, mumbling in pleasure, burying the orbs into her oral chamber.

Releasing them with a gasp and pop, Ryuku stroked the twitching member, giggling again.

"Yuh best hurry over Jirana or I'll be throating his nuts all to m'self," the mouthy squirrel chimed, obviously referring to the now vanished other.

Even with the threat of a knife to throat gone, Ibo was paralyzed. Some of him was still trying to figure out what happened; he'd been merrily strolling along and now his balls were being suckled on by some squirrel girl. Not that he was complaining really, if someone was going to throat his cock for free he saw no problem with that. But then again, wasn't there some kind of catch? Wouldn't the threat of slitting his neck be a warning of something else?

No, of course not, he imagined. He was just that lucky.

In another pair of seconds, the other mystery girl had appeared, who in physique, color, and stature was identical to Ryuku. Their only difference was color, this Jirana sporting a pair of ember blue iris' whilst Ryuku had those of scarlet. Oh, and apparently the newcomer had decided to be in the nake, as she crawled into place next to her twin, their curvy bottoms touching and fighting for space.

"Fwah, you had the nerve to strip down without me? Sheesh, you're pretty eager tonight," Ryuku intoned, giving a sarcastic glance to her partner.

The other twin squirrel laughed sultrily, smooching one of Ibo's tasty orbs, as the pair of fluffy tailed females began lapping away at his stones. The heavy horse shaft, now throbbing at full length of a rough seven inches or so, would kind of get tossed between them as they noisily slurped his sac, thick bubbly rears wiggling in unison.

"Hmf, I'm not the one who started licking his nuts first, yannow," challenged Jirana, leaving the pair of jewels to the now twitching equine meat, as the merchant was panting quite hungrily, wearing an idiotic grin.

"Poor stud wants his cock sucked. Ryuku! You left it all alone, for shame girl," said the twin, staring up at the dull witted steed as she kissed and licked along the sides of his satin flesh.

"Gmmf nffm?" Ryuku responded, though her cheeks were puffed widely as her maw was stuffed full of seething steed testes.

"You'll have to excuse her, she just really likes nuts," chimed Jirana as the pace shifted, the twin squirrel going to meet the equine crown with lips, licking it wildly, letting it balance upon her pink tongue.

Ibo grunted happily, moaning heavily as he heard the girly squirrel throat his sac with impressive gusto, his rough weathered hands resting atop both their heads.

"Oh, hunf, that's okay, you both seem pretty good at this!"

Finally releasing the testes from her oral grasp, Ryuku gave a light sigh, licking her midnight lips as she squished the side of Ibo's length into her cheek, dragging her lips along the length.

"Yuh could say we're professionals, stud," responded Ryuku, wrapping her mouth about the side of the tip, dripping tongue loosely lapping at girthy frame. Jirana joined her with enthuse as the two flat chested ladies smooched each other with Ibo's root as the axis, their mouths trapping the crown in betwixt oral embrace, as they both moaned, stroking the circumference with plush cushions and wet rugs alike.

"Gah!"

Ibo, quite interested in indulging himself, proceeded to then smash their heads further, gyrating his hips a bit as their mouths massaged his veiny meat, both squeaking in surprise, giggling. He pressed them harshly, smothering them upon the needy inches, feeling his end drip with pre, aching and twitching in nigh sexual despair. He hadn't felt something this intense on his loins in, well, ever!

Relaxing his grip, trying to steady himself, the squirrel pair caressed his shaft with their puffy cheeks, staring up at him with seductive submission.

"Atta boy," Jirana cooed, "Gettin' needy, huh?"

Before the dim witted steed could foster a response, Ryuku had all ready suckled the first inch of his mast, wriggling it in her mouth whilst Jirana smothered her oral entry against the exposed girth. In one practiced motion, Ryuku went forward, the entirety of Ibo's fleshy blade disappearing into the warm, moist throat of the squirrel thief, Jirana shoving the back of her twin's head.

"Hkkllggglmmmmggfmm..."

Ryuku choked and sputtered on the wide mast rammed into her maw, bulging her cheeks and throat as she winced a bit, one eyelid snapped shut. Still, hungrily she lapped at the throbbing pole, nose finding itself buried in pubic tufts, chin feeling the glistening, messy testes.

"Hhuufn! She really got it all in there!" Ibo exclaimed, shuddering in bliss as his cock found a nice mouth sock, tingling warmth shooting about his nether.

Ryuku then drew back, a squelching series of sounds emitting from the tight wrap of her lips, as saliva dripped freely from the sheen of black member, trailing down the squirrely girl's chin. With a cough and a pop, the length sprang free, wobbling in the air as it was soaked in sexual juices.

Jirana was next at the helm, Ryuku panting gingerly. Their enormous juicy bottoms wiggled and smacked together, echoing in fleshy waves as the blue eyed female smooched the crown in worship, in turn repeating her twin's act. While she bobbed her head in slick, fast motions, Ryuku deviated to gulping in Ibo's balls again, while the male groaned loudly to the night air, his cock managed by those wonderful rugs and lips.

"Of course we'll get it all in stud, deep throating is uh, our specialty, among things," Ryuku chimed, nuzzling the nuts, smacking them against her face.

The words and acts at this point had driven the hot-headed steed over the edge. As if his body too was catching up with desire, he snorted and murmured in ferocious want, the sounds of suckling squirrels weaving into his mind and demanding more. Gripping Jirana's head, the equine began to pump and gyrate his thighs, meeting each rise of head with his own smacking push, loins and cock burying into the deepest part of the squirrel's throat.

"Mlklkf!?" Jirana exclaimed, watching that immense male rod now thrust mercilessly into oral chamber, splattering saliva and pre all about. Ibo had gone from passively allowing his member to be pleased, to smashing his groin into that tightly suckling mouth, face fucking with intense pace.

Ryuku giggled, watching her twin take the blows with increased haste, lapping the balls whenever convenient as Jirana struggled to maintain, hands at waist line as she gurgled and gasped with each successive swing of hips, unti Ibo gave out a long, hoarse groan.

"Ggghaha!!" he bellowed, grabbing Jirana with both hands and forcing her into his threshold as his mast came to life, bursting with seed as his orgasm boiled and spewed forth like a perverse crescendo.

It coated the insides of Jirana's mouth like a sticky white river, dripping from her chin as the horse continued his face fuck, thrusting without cease as his mast was coated in a concoction of juices. Ragged still eager, Jirana bounced her head against the aching flesh, until the motions began to slow as the last bulky drops of issue dripped from Ibo's crown. Releasing her, the squirrel drew back, coughing and gasping for air as she swallowed, hot liquid dribbling down her throat.

"Kkgkg. Haff. Wow, s-stud. You were backed up," she observed, wiping her mouth a bit.

The steed, surprised at himself for being so spent, took in heaps of air, rubbing his brow.

"I guess I was," he replied, blinking with vision starting to blur. He noted, in record realization, that his balls weren't being licked on anymore. The other girl had vanished.

Looking around, trying to collect himself, he heard Jirana giggle, as she shook her full, fat ass playfully. Before she answered or anything else happened, the steed felt the world darken, his body give, and fell to the ground, collapsed and snoozing.

= = = = =

Ibo woke with a leap!

"HELLO!" he bellowed, at no one and nothing. Confused, the warm air of morning met his nostril and the gold eye of light washed over his pale, white frame. His pants were back at his waist and something, he realized, was odd. Missing things, that is.

The squirrels had vanished. Those two lovely big bottomed nut lovers were gone without a trace. With a disappointed whine, the merchant wobbled and rose, stretching and scratching as he looked for any sign of the female duo. Nothing.

"That burns my bri-"

He froze. He looked at his wagon.

Everything was gone.

As was his backpack, but yes, all the rare treasures, trinkets, and wealth he'd plan to bring to the Great Steel City were as empty as the surrounding air. Surely the stubborn steed was seeing this wrong? He ran over, throwing his arm on the wood frame, to feel just in case yet only to realize, yes, all was gone. His backpack as well, that had left.

The squirrels had robbed him!

Teeth bearing in a new sensation of absolute fury, his hands checked his pockets for anything, some trace of item they'd left for him. Before roaring to the heavens, his palm came across an unfamiliar sensation, a roll of paper. Indeed, yanking from his trousers was a roll of egg white color, wrapped with a string of red that bore an unfamiliar sigil. It was a letter scroll.

Unraveling, his plain yellow eyes came across the curvy text:

"Had to run, big hoss! But don't worry, we'll make it up to you... when you least expect it. Thanks for all the stuff!

The Twins."

Empty and dumbstruck, the horse dropped his arms in defeat. What could that mean? It confirmed his suspicions too, those two cock coddling ladies made off with his things.

A hollow sigh.

He looked at the signpost again and the directions it lead to. One road was the way back home while the others to different villages, and another to Great Steel. Perhaps his stubbornness kicked in, or perhaps he thought that by taking the Great Steel path he'd run into the girl squirrels once more. Whatever the reason, with nothing to his name or back, he began to slowly trot along, on his path of destiny once more.

Maybe this time he'd be more careful?