Think Mink, but Most Importantly, Think.
#11 of The Otterly Sinful Stories
This will be the last "new" story for a while I think. This one got out of hand and I had to cut it a bit short, plot-wise. It's just Mudge up to his old tricks again.
"Get him!" Those
were words feared by any thief or pickpocket. It meant that the gig was up.
Someone had spotted them and they were in for it. A particular otter was just
about to lift a handsome pearl necklace from the stall of a gem salesman. He
cringed and whipped around. His eyes went wide when he saw no one behind him.
The voice belonged to a lady pica selling silks a few stalls down. He looked up
just in time to see a young street urchin run by with a bolt of red material. He
stepped aside as the stall owner took chase, as did the proprietor of the one
he was standing in. He was left dumbfounded as three merchants gave chase to
the thief. Mudge placed the pearls in his vest pocket and took off like he was after
the little purloiner too. He abandoned the chase after the first intersection,
where he slipped off into one of the storefronts. He watched to make sure no
one was following him. Once he was certain, he drifted back out into the crowd
and lost himself in it. He was
working his way to Harricha's Whorehouse. It was down a few back alleys away from
where he was presently. He had money for their services, but Madam Harricha had
banned him due to past infractions. It was disgusting how some people made such
a fuss about bar tabs, especially when it couldn't be more than a foot long.
The pearls would be a bribe to let him back in. He
worked his way around the various street venders dotting the city, making his
way down Backbone alley, across Grease Street to Shinbone alley. He rather
hated the smell of the Butcher's District, but some things were worth it. It
wasn't like he didn't like meat, fish preferably, but this place usually stank
like blood. It tended to bring back unpleasant memories. His footsteps
eventually found him standing in front of a solitary building nestled amongst a
block of dingy gray tenements. The whorehouse was painted a vivid pink. He
arranged his hat and stepped up to the door. His knock was met by a small
sliding window in the battered old oak. An eye stared out. It was followed by a
voice. "Get the hell out of here Mudge. You've been banned for life!'" 'ere now! What kind of greeting
is that for a paying customer?" "For a
paying customer, it would be considered rude and bad for business. But since
it's you, I would say it's right on the mark!" The window slid shut. The
otter struck the door with as hard a blow as he could muster. The door slid
open again. "Go away otter! If you persist, I'll fetch the madam and she'll
bring Brontha with her." That
gave him pause for thought. Brontha was big. Not so much in his whole body mass,
but in one area where it counted. A lot of bears weren't well endowed, and his
being a sloth bear made him even less threatening in appearance. But he had one
hell of a grip. Once he had you, you were done for. "Tell
Harricha I have a gift for her!" "Unless
it's the twenty pieces of silver you owe from the last time, I'd suggest you go
off and bugger yourself!" The little window slammed shut with definitive
finality. Mudge
walked away dejected. Now he had a string of pearls that he couldn't possibly pawn
in this town for fear of them being recognized. Harricha rarely left the
building she owned, so he had figured they were a safe bet with her. It was
hard to recognize something you never saw before. Even if they hadn't been, she would have had
to deal with the authorities, not him. Now he had to worry about being found
with them. He shuffled
farther down the alley, past an open culvert that led to the river. In places
like this, summer rains came frequently and with so much rainfall that periodically
placed holes were need to allow it to run off. This culvert was covered with a
grate, which at the moment was askew. Mudge figured that if he wasn't going to
get any action, he might as well ditch town via the shortest route. He
swung it open, ducked underneath and dropped it back into place. He turned and
proceeded down the drain towards the river. There were other openings along the
way, which he carefully eyed as he passed them by. One could never tell who
might decide to spring out and tackle you, or worse, knife you. As he crossed
in front of one of the last ones, he heard a noise. His eyes focused, but it
was so dark this far in that he could make out nothing. He was prepared to go
on when a little form flashed out and tried to pass him. He instinctively
grabbed at the figure's clothing. He was left holding a tattered coat. As he
turned to follow the runner, he noticed that it was wrapped in bright red
material. It could only be the little thief from earlier! He had
no desire to give chase. It was an unwritten rule that a thief didn't get in
the way of another thief. But there was no rule about stealing from another
thief. He headed down the tunnel in an effort to catch up with the red-wrapped
urchin. That material just might fetch a few gold coins; out of town of course. He got
to the end and could smell the cleaner air blowing in from the river. This was
the upstream portion, before it ran through town and got infested with feces
and worse. There was no sight of his prize. He noted wet footprints heading
along the ledge at the base of the retaining wall and followed after them. Once
the footprints made it to the water's edge, he could make out who they belonged
to. It was a cousin of his, not directly, but in form and color. That
meant that finding the culprit would be easy only so long as he didn't get too
far away. On the other hand, he wasn't likely to take the river. The lovely silk
would be ruined in the muddy water. As it was, he was taking a chance even
taking the river route. One small slip would make his theft pointless. Mudge
took off to keep on his trail. The
footprints wound their way over logs and around boulders. He looked up and saw
reeds bobbling from side to side as someone waddled as fast as they could,
encumbered by so many yards of cloth. He decided to follow slowly, as to not
startle his quarry into doing something stupid. Whatever happened, that cloth
must remain intact. It was too bad he didn't have a waterproof bag. He could
have slipped into the river and followed quietly and without leaving an
evidence of his passing. He had no
intention of ruining his only set of clothes on what might end up a fool's
errand. The
thief made camp about two miles out of town. Whoever he was, he was bravely
foolish. Even an honest person would think twice about making a fire so close
to the edge of town. There were plenty of other brigands hovering in the
sidelines, just waiting for someone to pounce on. Red silk wouldn't be their
preferred booty, but there were other things they could take. He withdrew his
sword and advanced slowly on the brightly burning fire. There was no figure
huddled close to it. He dropped down to one side and watched. Sure enough,
another shape crept out of the shadows after a while to stir the fire. It
warmed its hands and slid into the shadows again. The kid
had more sense then he would have first given him. A decoy was a good way of
testing the waters. Mudge moved silently around the outskirts of the camp and
down along the river. There, sitting behind a rock watching the fire, was a
mink. The brown fur was much like his, only not nearly as water proof. Otters
were bigger, but a mink wasn't necessary a softie like their reputation held.
They could put up a fight to match their cousin the wolverine. The
mink remained unaware he was being watched until the tip of a blade poked into
his back. At the same time Mudge realized his mistake. She. This was a girl
mink. His was so busy concentrating on the material he hadn't paid full
attention to the thief. She squeaked in fear but didn't move. "Well
now missy! What say you turn around and let ole Mudge 'ave a looksee at ya." She
turned around very carefully. She was still wrapped in that red material. She
had one hand in the air and the other clinging to the silk like a sari. "Please
don't kill me!" Her
concern was well founded. Out here, your life was as cheap as eight day old
bread. "I ain't gonna 'urt ya little one. I'll relieve ya of yer goods and be
on me way." She
pulled the material a little closer about her body. "But you can't!" He
poked the tip of his sword a little more forcibly into her skin. "Tell me why I
can't!" She
began crying. "Because I haven't got anything else to wear!" He
pulled the sword away. He had never considered that this girl had stolen the bolt
of cloth simply to dress herself in. She probably hadn't even considered its
value. "Listen
'ere. Are you telling me that you're so poor you don't 'ave any clothing?" She
sniffed. "Yes. I stole the only thing I could find. I had my old coat, but I lost
it in the sewers. This is all I've got to cover myself." He
brought up his sword again. "I'm not sure if I believe ya, but for now, say I
do. Why did ya leave the city?" She
sniffed again. "I was just passing through and was attacked by a gang of toughs.
I was lucky to escape with my life. I lost everything else." "You?
Traveling by yourself? What kind of fool do you take me for?" She
considered for a moment. "What are my choices?" That
would have gotten her throat slit by a most of the ne'er-do-wells. Mudge
actually laughed. "I like you little one. But 'onestly, that robe you're
wearing is worth more than you know. I'd suggest you unwrap it and stash it
away for now before you ruin its value." "And
what kind of fool do you take me for?" He
pointed the sword at her throat. "A smart one." She
quickly twirled herself, catching the fabric in her hand. When she was done, it was in a tight roll and
she was standing there naked. She hadn't been lying about her lack of covering.
She had small compact breasts and her belly fur was short and soft, tapering
down to mere peach fuzz between her legs. She tossed the roll of fabric at him
and dived into the river. He suddenly found he wanted her more than the
material. He also considered the possibility that she wanted the material too,
but knew when to call it quits. He was going to have to keep his eyes open from
now until he unloaded it in the next town. He
slipped back into town, pilfered a few more goods, and then retraced his steps
back to her camp. Foot prints showed that she had returned, as well as a few
others. Her prints went back towards the river, meaning she had probably been
spooked by the unwanted visitors. He shouldered his load and silently walked
along the bank for a few miles before making his own camp. His fire was modest, and made with dry wood so
as to reduce the chance of smoke. He had made a high enclosure out of the broken
pieces of flat limestone that had crumbled out of the nearby ledge. Overall, it
was a homey fire, and a good one over which to cook some fish. He stripped and
dived into the water. He caught a nice one in no time, and was returning to
shore when he saw a shape moving across the surface of the water in front of
him. He smiled silently. It had to be the girl. She was likely cold and hungry,
not to mention still after the material. Since
he had hidden the red silk and his other belongings under a large slab of
stone, he figured he had some time, so he wasn't too worried about letting her
enter his camp. He rather wanted her there. If she proved a willing partner, he
might even give it back to her. He watched her silhouette creep up the bank
towards his fire. He moved closer to shore, dropped his fish in the reeds, and
stealthily snuck up behind her. She was
cautiously searching the area, probably aware he had entered the river, but not
so aware that he had vacated it right behind her. She poked around a bit,
searching the area lit by the fire for her purloined silk. She turned around only
to come face to face with him. He, like her, was completely wet...and naked.
"It's good to see you again lass. I was 'oping you'd show up!" She
yelped and made a dash to one side. He tripped her and pounced before she could
recover. She was face down and he was on top. Her struggles rubbed his crotch
in just the right way. "Listen 'ere missy. You keep it up and you ain't gonna
'ave a choice as to whether or not I stick me cock in ya or not." She
apparently made the connection between his words and the thing poking around
her butthole. She quickly held still. Mudge was almost disappointed. "That's a
good lass. Now 'ere is me choices. You can leave and go back 'ome, you can stay
and ole Mudge will treat you right, or..." She
gasped out, "Or what?" "Or ole
Mudge can be less than the generous gentleman 'e is and take what 'e wants from
ya without ya 'aving a bit of say in it. In the end that means you losing more
than the silk you stole." As he said
"the end" he poked her pursed up little hole with the tip of his cock, making
her shriek. "Don't
you dare!" "Hmmm.
And who's going to stop me? Think it through missy. Ole Mudge ain't 'eartless,
but 'e knows what 'e wants when 'e wants it. I'm offering yous a trade. You get
back what I rightfully stole from you and I get something I wish to 'ave more
than that silk." She
held still while she considered. She needed the silk more than she needed her
dignity at the moment. And he was right. He could do whatever he wanted right
now and the only thing she could do about was scream. It was an undignified
position to be in. If only her heist had gone off without a hitch. She had
never expected to be followed into the drain tunnel. Her mad dash for freedom
may have messed this whole thing up. Now she had a horny otter knocking at her
back door...with persistence. She had to take him at his word. Anyone else would
be dick deep in her ass without considering her feelings on the matter. "Alright.
It's a deal. But you got sticking that obscene thing you call a cock around my
ass again and I'll slice it off and feed it to you!" "Oooooo!
Feisty!" He got off of her. She sat up and spit dirt from her mouth. "I'll
show you feisty, you misfit water rat!" He was
expecting her to make a break for it. Instead, she launched herself at him,
bearing him to the ground. "I suppose you think I'm some poor little novice.
I'll have you know I've already had sex before. I only hope you're as good at
it as the last person." That
gave him pause for thought. This little lady had already gotten poked. It made
him feel a bit better. But suddenly he was confronted with having to outperform
someone. To hell with that! "I'm as good as it gets little one. You'll be doing
all your future comparisons to me from now on. I doubt you'll find anyone
better!" She
smiled and tittered. "We'll see about that. But here's the deal. You give me
the cloth and help me back home and I'll do whatever you want...within
reason...until we get there." "And
where might that be?" She
pointed up river. "To Cressolor." "Oh, to
the local capital heh? I can do that. Sadly, it isn't far, but I think I can
get my use out of you before then." She only smiled. "And I of you!" He
scouted out around their camp, making certain there weren't lurkers hidden in
the shadows. When he felt safe in their surroundings, he returned, calling her out
from the darkness under the overhang. She scooted out and into the fire light.
"So otter, are you ready?" He
chuckled. "The only thing that slows me down is my clothing. Since I'm not
wearing it, I guess I'm ready!" He grabbed her paw and dragged her down to the
ground. She countered his move by rolling him over and sitting on top. "Just so
you know, I'm no amateur, but I'm no pro either. Since I have more to lose, I
get the first go at it. After that, I'll leave it up to you." Mudge
didn't mind, as long as he was getting what he wanted. She leaned down and
kissed him tenderly. He returned the kiss, surprised she was going all out on
something that was more or less forced. She dug her claws into his shoulder,
lined up over his cock and settled down on top of it. She was stopped by her
own body. Mudge could feel the tight ring inside her cunt. " 'ere
now, I though you told ole Mudge that you'd 'ad sex before!" "I did
otter. I didn't lie. You didn't ask if my partner was male or female. As it
happens, it was female. We played with toys a bit, but this is different.
You're a bit larger than my toys. Here goes..." She slammed her hips down
violently. He could feel the tearing as she forced him in. It was a situation
that normally happened the other way. She tensed up a bit, kept her hips ground
to his, and waited a moment before moving. When
she restarted her movements, they were slow and smooth. She seemed to know what
she was doing, for supposedly having never done it before. She would ride his
cock to the tip, and just before he could slip out, pushed back down again. He
had to fight the urge to override her motions with his own. Patience was its
own reward. He was
left wondering if she was one of them lesbian types. He didn't discriminate,
not him. If she was willing to have sex with him, he didn't care what she did
the rest of her time. Still, she was a bit of a mystery. Who was she, and why
did she want this material so badly? He was determined to see her home just to
answer the mystery. Whoever she was, she was a delightful bed companion. She was
riding him hard, pinning his arms at his sides while she played maypole with
his cock. Her backwards pushes were enough to make him feel that his cock was
being torn out by its roots. At one
point she leaned back and grabbed his legs, arms behind her, and literally
worked at ripping it out. Whether she was trying to hurt him, or was just
getting off, he didn't know. He was simply satisfied when he emptied his balls
into her. She was
all too happy to keep going. She would push down hard, squeeze tight and pull
back up. He was impressed. There were whores who weren't this good! She squeezed
the juice right out of him and kept the blood from leaving. He was as hard as
when he started. " 'ere
now! Who was this girl you learned so much from?" She was
breathless, but she did manage to spit out, "My sister!" He knew
that he just had to meet this sister of hers! If this one was capable of doing
this, who knew what the teacher could do? Besides, sisters had to have a
mother. Ole Mudge wasn't the type to discriminate over a little thing like age
or marriage. He laid back and wondered
how life occasionally threw him a bone, and how that bone was presently engaged
in its favorite pastime. This was going to be a sweet trip. When
she finally tired out, and he was drained, they drew up next to the fire. She
spoke first. "I like you otter, but you're not completely with the game, are
you? We have to travel back to my home, and I really didn't expect to do it
naked." He
stretched and yawned, turning his fish over a spit. "Well, you make a good
point. Unless we swim the entire way, your nakedness might attract unwanted
attention." Then he grinned. "From me mostly!" She
swung at him. "Very funny! I'm serious. I figured on sneaking away with that
material under my coat. You grabbed it and made me lose it. I wasn't expecting
to have to make it home wearing a big swath of red." He
poked at the fish. "Ole Mudge isn't "eartless. I traipsed back into town and
grabbed you these." He pulled out a small parcel and tossed it at her. She
opened it to find a simple pair of pants and a cotton top. They weren't fancy,
but they were serviceable." "I take
back half the mean things I've been thinking about you otter." "Only
'alf?" "Take
what you can get. If I had my way, I'd be halfway to home by now, not dallying
by the fire with a water rat." He went to object, but she cut him off. "A cute
and dashing water rat, but still a water rat." He clammed up. Half a loaf was
better than none, and she was only speaking the truth. It seemed the half was
all either of them felt like they were getting. "Oi,
I'll take it. It 'asn't cost me a bent penny and I 'appen to like the company."
He pulled the fish off and laid it on a slab of stone. It wasn't much of a
table, but it was better than laying it on the dirt. They ate their fill and
curled up for the night. As they snuggled close, she whispered over to him. "Hey
otter, you know what I'll do if you try molesting me tonight?" "I 'aven't
the foggiest!""Then I guess you'll have to try it
and find out!" She wiggled her butt and settled down to sleep. Mudge was left
wide awake, wondering what to do. Come
morning they packed up their belongings and set off. The clothes he had grabbed
for her were generic enough that at first glance she looked like an otter
youngster. A casual observer might think it a father and son fishing
expedition. It was a good ruse, for most fishermen carried nothing more than
their lines and tackle. Even a lousy thief wouldn't bother wasting his time.
They made good time along the river, stopping only when necessary. They came to
a small fishing village called Stroghfalls where Mudge opted for them to spend
the night. He had his coin that had not been used as it was intended, so he
happily sprang for a room at the local inn. Their
room was on the top floor, with two windows, one of which overlooked the
"falls" the town was named after. It was nothing more than a dam, over which
flowed the muddy river water on its way to the sea. It was hardly scenic, but
having two windows meant double the chances of escape if it was necessary. He
wasn't expecting trouble, but since he knew nothing about this slinky mink, he
wasn't taking any chances. He was
staring out the window overlooking the water when he heard her come up behind
him. He stiffened for a moment, ignoring his fight or flight. He didn't trust
too many people. But she simply pressed her paws on his shoulders and tiptoed
to look over his shoulder. "I passed through here on the way to my destination.
It isn't much of a town, but it's where my family began. My great great
grandfather started this village. I doubt he had any idea where the family
would end up." He
turned. "And where might that be?" She
giggled. "I'll show you when we get to the capital." It was good enough for
him. The present time was for other things. They went down to the common room
where they enjoyed a tasty local dish called nagacha, essentially a fish stew.
He washed it down with a few beers, offering some to his new lady friend. She
politely declined at first, then suddenly did an about face. "There's
got to be a first for everything!" she declared as she stuck her head in her
glass. She took a big gulp and swallowed. "Hmmm. Not bad!" She downed the rest
in two gulps. Mudge was in love. Well, maybe in lust. Three beers and a drunken
mink later, he carried her up to their room and laid her on the bed. She
laughed and giggled uncontrollably. "So this is what being drunk is like? I
never knew! I should have tried this sooner!" She was thrashing around on the
bed, shedding her clothing pell-mell in all directions. She then spent the next
few minutes swaying her hips back and forth in a grotesquely erotic
display. Mudge hardly needed urging on.
He literally jumped out of his pants and dived on the bed. Her tail was
twitching violently. "Come on otter, screw me already. Time's a wasting!" One
thing Mudge could do without thinking, besides drinking, was comply with a
willing female. He wrapped his arms around her and plowed in. She responded by
biting his shoulder and hanging on. Her aggression was surprising, but as she
wasn't breaking the skin, he let it slide. A little spirit was a far better
thing than lifelessness. He had
to reconsider his opinion a moment later when she bit down hard and flipped him
over on the bed. She sat up and ground her hips down as if she was trying to
grind off his cock. If it weren't for the copious amounts of body fluids
leaking around his cock, she would have abraded his fur off in a matter of
minutes. Her aggressiveness got a little scarier when she clamped her muscles
like a vice and proceeded to try and remove his cock from its moorings. It was
like the previous night, only she had lost all sense of propriety. She dropped
back down and her teeth found his shoulder. He was
drunk enough to let it go at first. It was amazing that a girl could have as
much strength in her cunt that this one had. But she was now so tight that
there were absolutely no piston-like movements in their love making. She was
literally a fist grasping him tightly and not letting go. He had had paw jobs
in the past, but even they weren't this tight. Between her teeth and her cunt, he was feeling
more like this was turning more into torture than fun sex. She
thankfully let loose of his shoulder and sat up, her body teetering wildly. She
planted her feet on the bed and pushed up. Her leverage pulled him right off
the bed, making him yelp. He felt a brief movement inside, before she slammed
him back down hard. She did it again and again. Whether she was loosening her
grip or her lubrication had increased, he was finally feeling some relief. He
lowered his guard and settled in for the ride. Alcohol,
it seemed, was her weakness. The otter could hold a lot and still keep a level
head, at least in his own opinion. This girl became a raging fiend. Unless she
had some other calling in life, she could make a lot of money selling her
services. He knew of some friends of his that would gladly put three gold coins
on the table for this kind of treatment. Now ole Mudge liked it a little more
tame, but where free was concerned, he rarely turned down anything. She
kept it up for a seeming eternity. He was content to enjoy it, for as time went
on she seemed to relax her grip, allowing a more normal sexual union. Her speed was nearly equal to that he was
known for. She was a wild blur of activity, punctuated by high pitched squeaks
and yips. As they increased, he figured she was about to go over the top. He
was right. With a bone jarring series of joint wrenching motions, she collapsed
on top of him, utterly spent. He gave
her a moment and then rolled both of their bodies over, giving him the
advantage of position. His thrusts proved to be more constrained. His cock was
sore from the abuse she had just given it. Either she was one masochistic chick
or she had found a way to keep him from asking for more sex. No, that would
never happen. Apparently she liked it rough. It just wasn't his style, after
some of the shit he had gone through in the past. It
didn't take long for him to come now that she was out like a light. He ignored
his discomfort and focused on his pleasure. For him, it wasn't hard to do. He
plowed her for only a few more minutes before his body responded. He blew his
wad before he too collapsed in exhaustion. He fell asleep on top of her, not
moving a muscle until morning. When
the morning sun peeked into the window, it was scandalized by the sight of a
mink and an otter merged into a single ball of brown fur. As the rays of light fell on the couple, it
burned a bright haze onto the eyelids of a particular otter, who silently cursed
and unwillingly blinked. He yawned and stretched, finding himself entangled in
a most intimate manner with his lady friend. There was going to be time for
some more if that later, so he pushed her off and hit the chamber pot. She
grumbled and made a grab for him, but he was too quick. "Hey
otter! You're kind of rude!" " 'ere
now missy! I gotta go! I'm surprised you're still 'olding all that liquid from
last night!" She
made a face. "Not for much longer, the more you talk about it. Hurry up!" He
vacated the pot, and she hit it faster. When she was done she dropped the lid
on it and sighed. "I think I just lost a few pounds!" She was
ready to hit the sheets again, but he was already getting dressed. As he put
it, "I don't like sticking around one locale more than is necessary. This place
is small, and someone may send out scouts looking for that material you stole."
He failed to mention the pearls he purloined. She
pouted. "But last night was so much fuuuuunnnnnnnn!" "Aye
lass, that it was. And tonight, depending on where we are, it can be just as
fun. Get dressed and we'll get something to eat before we go. Then I'll settle
up the tab and we'll clear out." She sighed and got dressed. She was really
beginning to like him. He was a thief, just like she had been, but he had some
noble qualities to him. It was too bad he wasn't the same species as her. He
was close, but not close enough to have kids with. It was sad really. Had Mudge
known what was going through her head, he might have laughed. Even if she was
the same species, he wouldn't have settled down with her. There was too much to
see and do yet, before his life would take the turn for the worse called
marriage. K.I.S.S. someone had told him once. It was good advice. Keep It
Simple Stupid! Sex was easy; relationships were hard. He had been in one once,
and it was nearly the death of him. He still missed her. They
ate and slipped quietly out the front. He headed straight for the river. The water was low enough right now that he
chose to cross over the dam. They were across the river and just happened to
turn back in time to see a small patrol enter the inn. Mudge whistled. "I'm not
sure they're after us, but I don't want to find out." He pushed her in one
direction, turning to go the other. "I'll catch up with ya. Head to the capitol
and I'll give 'em something to follow." He
boosted her into a tree, where she maneuvered through the branches until she
could alight on some rocky outcrops. Mudge quickly erased her footprints and
purposely made some distinct ones even a blind mole could follow. He took off
running, under fallen trees and over boulders, looping around back on himself
several times. He then backtracked, keeping an eye on the trail. At one
particularly low hanging branch, he boosted himself up and worked his way over
to a log and dropped down. Without looking back he zipped off towards the
capitol. He caught up with her by noon. He was
following her prints when they stopped. She wasn't as green as she seemed. He
looked around, searching the undergrowth. His search was fruitful. He spotted
her pants and called out. It was then that he realized that he had never gotten
her name. "Hey missy, it's safe, come on out!" He wasn't expecting the ambush
from above. She dropped down like a load of bricks. He was carried to the
ground under her weight. " 'ey
now, is that anyway to greet your friend?" She
jumped off and turned. He was left staring at her crotch. "Look otter, I wasn't
taking any chances. That crew in uniform belonged to the city I stole the
material from, not the capitol. I don't need the hassle of being picked up by
some stupid patrol and dragged back for questioning. I wanted to make sure you
hadn't turned on me!" He got
up and slapped her. " 'ere now! I'm a lot of things, but I ain't no traitor. Thieves
stick together! And so do lovers, until such time as they part!" She sat
down and pulled on her pants. "Sorry otter, but I need to get back to my city.
Being in the streets has taught me not to trust anyone very far." He
sniffed. "That ain't a bad sentiment. But ye got nothing to worry about from
me. I said I'd see ya back, and that's what I'll do." She
tied up her trousers and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks otter!" The
material was still rolled up tightly and stuffed in Mudge's knapsack. He almost
handed it over to her, but thought better of it. He would keep it until they
got to her home, then he'd hand it over and vanish. He would almost miss her. Their arrival in Cresselor proved to be
stranger than he had imagined. Since he wasn't a wanted criminal, not yet at
least, within its walls, he was left wondering when she took him in through one
of the old sewer tunnels. She seemed to have a thing for them. She knew her
way, he'd admit that, for she seemed to have every turn and twist memorized.
They came to a grate set in the street. With a mighty heave she lifted it and
they clambered out. She dropped the grate back down. "OK.
Right now, you'll have to trust me. I need the material." He
figured there was no harm in it, so he gave it over to her. She turned and
stepped into the store front behind them. He looked up before entering. The
sign said Cralmus Fine Tailoring. He stepped inside. The owner was having
a lively conversation with his mink girl. "Lassandra,
I know she wants the dress, but your father said no. How am I supposed to
explain it to him when the finished article arrives unannounced?" Mudge
absorbed that. Lassandra; pretty name. So, she stole the material for someone,
perhaps a sister or mother. He was about to wonder why she didn't steal it
here, when it dawned on him how easy it would be to trace the dress back to the
stolen material. It was a vibrant red, not something easily hidden. The girl
was talking now. "Cralmus, just make the damn dress. I don't care what father
says. He's an overbearing jerk!" The
tailor winced. "I don't think you should..." His eyes fell on the otter. "Can I
help you sir?" Mudge
smiled. " 'ere now, no one ever calls me sir! I'm with the missy, I am. Saw her
'ome, all safe like I did!" The
tailor blanched. "Lassandra, are you trying to bring down your father's wrath
on you? Cavorting with strangers!" " 'ere
now, I ain't that strange! I can tell you all kinds of tales of people with
really strange fetishes!" The
mink kicked him. "He was kind enough to see me through this little adventure.
We will probably be parting ways soon. In the meantime, please just make the
dress. If anyone asks, just say you got the material from a wandering merchant
named...hey otter, what IS your name?" He
doffed his hat. "Mudge at your service!" "There
you go; you got it from Mudge, the fabric dealer extraordinaire." "But
Lassandra, I'll have to enter it into my books. I'll need to pay him." Mudge
was more than happy to be paid for something he didn't steal, but she shut him
down quick. "He's been paid. If you must, pay yourself and hide the money. " The
tailor babbled for a moment. "Fine. It will be done. As of this moment, all I
know is that I was commissioned for a dress. I found the material and made said
dress. Any trouble will be on your heads." He made a receipt and attached a
swatch of material on it for proof of receipt. They
slipped back outside and back into the sewer tunnels. " 'ere now missy, why all the secrecy and
thieving just to make a dress? Seems like a lot of trouble just for something
to wear." She
sighed. "Father has plenty of money, but he's not one to part with it. My
sister wanted a pretty new dress and he told her no. So we devised a plan to
get the material and have the dress made anyway. When it arrives, it will be
from some anonymous benefactor." Mudge
was thinking this through. It seemed pretty dangerous to go steal material to
make a dress that you had to lie about to wear. City folk had some silly
notions at times. Steal it if you wanted it, steal it if you needed it, but
otherwise you were wasting your time. Then again, he got laid and it hadn't
really cost him a penny. There was always an upside to every situation. "Seems
foolish to me, but then, you do what you think you need to do. As for ole
Mudge, 'e's ready to find a nice quiet brothel and some fine fancy ladies. If
you'd be so kind as to point the way?" She
giggled. "Brothel? There are no brothels in this city. The law is quite keen on
that. Like father says, "any such place of sin and degradation has no place in
a modern society." Mudge's
heart sank. He hardly wanted to follow this girl home to continue their fun. It
sounded like her father would have him skinned whilst being burned at the
stake. Such things rather ruined your day. "Listen
otter, I'll make you a deal. Stick around another day or two and I'll make it
worth your while." "Listen
my little lady, I will admit you've been a lot of fun, but it sounds like this 'ere
city of yours is as uptight as a clumsy feline in a room full of sleeping dogs.
You probably need laxatives just so you can shit. That's not for me." "Maybe.
But I'll get you in and out of the house via the tunnels, and no one will ever know
the difference. Besides, I think I can arrange a surprise for you!" "Surprise?
Those ain't always the good kind." "Oh, I
think the surprise will be more on the other side of the fence than yours. I
mean, you can go. I'm not going to stop you. But you'll never know what you
missed if you leave now." That
got him thinking. He would wonder for ages what it was he had missed. "Oh, the
'ell with it. Fine. I'll come." She
took off down the dimly lit sewer. Mudge was thankful it was presently dry.
These things tended to stink. From time to time she would stop and peek out a
grate to double check her location. Finally, they arrived at a dark tunnel. She
felt around for a moment before finding what she wanted. He heard a click. He
could hear something moving and then dropping. She grabbed his hand. "It's
going to be dark. Stick close." He did.
They climbed a short ladder into a darkened room. His nose immediately smelled
food. It was a pleasant change. "Just where the 'ell are we?" "Home."
She dropped the lid back down and fumbled for a door. Dim light flooded in from
the chamber on the other side. She stuck her head out and searched the room.
"Good! No one is here right now." Right
here was apparently the kitchen. It was huge! They didn't linger long, for they
heard voices coming from a side corridor. She grabbed his paw and dragged him
up a flight of stairs, around a corner and then up another. She stopped, peered
down the hall and then leaned back. "There's someone in the hall right now. I'm
going to try and distract him. You follow and enter the room I point to. She
went first, and he followed, stopping at the indicated door and sneaking
inside. He couldn't see who it was she saw, but he knew the value of stealth. She
slid in a few minutes later. "It was just one of my family members. I was
pretty sure they wouldn't approve of me having a house guest." "
'ouse?" This 'ere's a bloomin palace!" She
giggled. "So it's larger than some, and smaller than others. Are you going to
hate me for it?" He
grunted. "I guess I shoulda figured you'd 'ave some money from the way you
talked to the tailor." "Father
has money. We don't. Therefore, we conspire to get what we want. Are you going
to stick around or what?" Mudge
both admired and pitied the girl. To have to go to such extremes when money was
within your reach was an abomination. "OK, so I'm 'ere. I 'ope you don't go
getting noisy. I'd 'ate to bring down the wrath of an angry father on me 'ead." Lessandra smiled. "Oh, I won't be noisy. If it comes
down to that, there's always the sewer. It's where your mind is at most of the
time anyway. No, I have other plans for you." He was
confused. "Plans?" "Yes
plans. I went to a lot of bother to get this material and now I'm owed
something. Sit right here behind this curtain and listen without saying a word.
Promise me!" He did. She
called for her sister. When she entered the room, she spoke in hushed tones.
"Lessandra, what took you so long?" "Hey,
you sent me on quite the arduous journey. I found the material and brought it
back. See, here's the tag from Crelmus the Tailor." Mudge couldn't see it, but
he knew what it was. "Oh
thank the skies above! I have so wanted a red dress for so long now!" She was
jumping up and down on her tippy toes. Lessandra
coughed. "Now, about what you owe me..." Her
sister stopped. "Oh fine. I suppose it's more bed time. I'd think that you
would have had enough sex for a while" She
grinned. "Oh yes, you would, wouldn't you? But you see, it's not that simple.
What I want is much different than you're used to. I'm not certain you'll
approve." The
older sibling sighed. "Whatever it is, I'll do it. After all, a deal is a deal.
Besides, what could you possibly think up that I have already done with you?" Lessandra's
smile grew wicked. "Maybe I've learned a few things while I was away." She
walked over to the curtain and grabbed Mudge's paw. She dragged him out into
the open. "Mourewla,
meet Mudge. He's going to be your new bed partner." The
older feminine mink nearly fainted dead away. "Lessy! Are you insane, bringing
a stranger into the house. When father finds out..." "If
father finds out. Besides, you owe me. You have no idea what I went through to
get that silk. This otter was of great assistance in helping me get it back.
And on top of that, he's pretty good under the sheets. And since you owe me big
time, this is how he gets repaid." Mouewla
blinked. "Then you pay him!" "I
already did, for what I feel I owed him. You owe me and I say you'll screw him
any way he wants for the next two days. It's either that, or I go back to the
tailor and break our deal. The otter can collect the gold for the cloth and be
on his way." Mourewla
held her ground, but only for moment. "If father finds out, we're both dead,
you know that don't you?" "Then I
guess we'll have to be stealthy, won't we?" She
stamped her feet. "But I'm a virgin!" "So was
I before I wasn't. I was willing to give it up to get your stupid silk, so the
least you can do is give up yours for your stupid dress!" The
older mink's face turned sour. "I guess you have a point. But you know as the
eldest daughter what my duties entail. If father finds out it will be the end
of us all!" Mudge
was listing raptly. Whoever they were, these pretty little cousins of his, they
led complicated lives. "Looksee 'ere. I ain't interested in getting stuck
behind no rock and a 'ard place. It seems to me that I'd do better leaving this
town as a bad memory and nothing else." Lessandra
clobbered him. "Oh no you don't. I say that you'll stay and engage my sister in
her bed. I don't care how, but you'll do it. She seems to think I'm nothing
more than a fetching boy." Then her eyes narrowed. "Or maybe you'd like me to
tell father all of the things you've had me doing the past few months?" She
looked sick. "You wouldn't!" "I
would. Now, you are going to go to bed with this otter and I'm going to watch
to make sure something happens. Do I make myself clear?" "Perfectly.""OK otter. As of this moment, you
have free entry into any port you wish to lay your ship."He hesitated. His minute scrap of
conscience spoke up. " 'ere now, I ain't no rapist. If the gal doesn't want to 'ave
me, who am I to force the issue?"Lessandra motioned to her sister. "She
agreed to this. If you don't want to, that's fine. You can go out that door and
find your way to the street."This little mink was a schemer. "And
if ole Mudge does that, what are the chances of his finding his way to the
street?""That depends. Is that dead...or
alive?" Mudge looked at Mourelwa. "I guess
you and me are going to make some sweet music together whether we want to or
not. And as far as I'm concerned, want is usually 'ow I feel about sex."The elder mink was tapping her
fingers together while she thought. "I like to think of myself as a practical person."
Her sister snorted. "Like I was saying, is there any way we can do this and
still keep my maidenhead? Up to this point, both of us have played with each
other and maintained them, though it seems that this is no longer the case with
her. In my case, I will be expected to marry and present blood on the wedding
night. To not do so will lead to shame and disgrace, and very likely my life.""Well, as I sees it, we 'aven't got
much choice. If I puts my cock into your hole, there's going to be a pop. So
the only way to avoid it is to not put it in your hole. Then we're back to
square one.""Or hole two."Mudge raised an eyebrow. "Ah ha!
The back door. I'm ain't a prude, but I'm not the biggest fan of the ole
undertail chute. Then again, it's impolite to turn down a lady's offer. And it
would seem to fulfill our commitments to your sister."She gave him a dirty look. "You don't
sound too put off by the offer." "Indeed
I'm not. With the proper lubrication, no hole is insurmountable." Lessandra
giggled. "Don't you mean mountable?" He
grinned. "That too!" The
younger sister ran off and returned with a clay pot. "This is healer balm. It
works great on burns and scrapes. I just bet it'll work just as well for making
a hole slippery and inviting, right dear sister?" The
older one snatched it away. "The things I do. Get over here otter. I giving you
one chance at this, no matter what my little sister thinks. Get your kicks and
then get out. Trust me, you don't want to hang about here too long. It'll only
invite trouble." She disrobed and climbed on the bed. She generously greased
her hind end. Mudge was stripped and up on the bed in no time. She gave him a
warning. "If you stick that thing of yours anywhere near my front, I'll scream
rape and it will be the end of you. Do I make myself clear?" "Crystal
clear!" He lubed himself up to before getting into position. He pulled her tail
out of the way, lined up and pushed. She started to scream but pressed her face
into the pillow. Her paws curled up into the sheets. Lessandra called out, "Do
it! She's always calling me a pussy for not being able to deal with pain. Her
problem is that she's never had to deal with any. Give it to her good! Then she'll
know what it's like for once!" Mudge
leaned in. "You heard her! Order is orders!" Boy these sisters were sadistic. The
mink buried her head into the pillow and bit into it. The otter cranked in
deep, until her tail was pressed tightly over her back. It wasn't as bad as she
thought it would be. She had heard stories going both ways with this method. If
it was no worse than this, and she kept her virginity, then it would be worth it.
It wouldn't be fun, but it would be worth it. The
thing she didn't know anything about in her sheltered life was the tenacity and
vigor an otter showed when it came to sex. And of all the otters that had ever
been born, Mudge was probably the horniest that had ever lived. That was saying something! He was
cautious at first, not wanting any surprises. When there were none, he cranked
it in as deep as he could get it. He didn't do it roughly, just firmly. That
balm was slippery stuff and he was going to have to purloin some before he
left. You never knew when you might run across a horny mousette or jerboa. As he
found his groove, he found her relaxing a little. It wasn't his intention to
hurt her, but he was going to get off one way or another. She chose the hole he
was in now, so it was hardly his fault. Neither was the fact that they were a
mixed up bunch of nuts. Sexy nuts, but nuts nonetheless. And his nuts were
finding this nut to be a fun one to crack. That
didn't mean that he was going to rush this. He had traveled a long ways, and
while he had no complaints about the younger sister, this older one was more
intriguing. He wondered if she could tolerate him forever, or if she'd cry
uncle. There was only one way to find out. Thirty
minutes into it, he was feeling the need to blow. Her hole was just too tight,
and her submissive position to erotic. Try as he might, he couldn't last. With
a grip that made her wince, and a final drive that made her eyes water, Mudge
came to a convulsive, conclusive end. By the time he was done, he was standing,
and her body was dangling from their point of attachment. She had pushed up to
compensate. With one last push, he gave up and carefully pulled out. She fell
to the bed. "Oi!
Are you alright down there?" "I will
be. I think I might have been better off letting you drill out my front. As it
is, I'll be biting my lip every time I go to the bathroom for a week. Buuuuut...you
kept your word. If you like, I'll endure some more of it." This time she didn't sound too put off. "It's a
fine offer my little minx mink. But ole Mudge knows to not push his luck. It's
been delightful, and if you wish to come out of the city and travel with me, I'll
not say no. But me better judgment tells me that 'anging around here is bad for
me 'ealth." Lessandra
looked at her sister. "Well? Do you think we should take him up on it?" "Most
certainly not. It's been difficult enough covering for you during your absences.
If we both disappear, father will be after us in no time. We'll be staying
right here." Mudge
got dressed and made a bow with his hat. "Then I shall leave you ladies. It 'as been delightful! May your lives be
less complicated than mine, and may your father never 'ave the name of Mudge
befoul his furry ears!" He turned
to Lessy. "I'd appreciate it if you could get me to that storeroom again." She
did it without a hitch. Mudge however, became completely lost in the cavernous
tunnels under the city. He finally got brave and lifted a grate. There was no
one around, so he carefully climbed up onto the street. One street over his
path to the city gates was obstructed by a crowd. He wiggled to the front.
There was some sort of military parade going by. It made him nervous, being so
close. As one
litter was carried by, he stood on his tip toes to look in. He settled back
down on his feet. To the Lemur standing next to him he asked; "Who's that?" The
lemur was shocked. "Why that is none other than our glorious Military Governor,
the great Antorius Malicios Harkial Strogh. Everyone knows who he is!" Mudge
backed away from the parade and returned to the sewer. He would either find his
way back out of the city, or he'd die underneath it. It would be far better
than if the great Governor, of the family of Strogh, who were apparently minks
and quite powerful now, found out about him and had him quartered and burned at
the stake after being suitable tortured for a year...for screwing his daughters.
Oi, this was going to be one town that would be wiped from his memory. The girls were delightful and as far as their
father was concerned, well...what he didn't know wouldn't hurt Mudge. Still,
distance would make his heart grow fonder.