{"sf1_id":669152,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Think Mink, but Most Importantly, Think.","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":9529,"posted_at":"2014-02-17T22:08:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","First Time","M/F","Mink","Otter","Trouble","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/669152-think-mink-but-most-importantly-think","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/669152","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=669152\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#11 of The Otterly Sinful Stories\n\nThis 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.","content":"                \"Get him!\"                Those\nwere words feared by any thief or pickpocket. It meant that the gig was up.\nSomeone had spotted them and they were in for it. A particular otter was just\nabout to lift a handsome pearl necklace from the stall of a gem salesman. He\ncringed and whipped around. His eyes went wide when he saw no one behind him.\nThe voice belonged to a lady pica selling silks a few stalls down. He looked up\njust in time to see a young street urchin run by with a bolt of red material.                He\nstepped aside as the stall owner took chase, as did the proprietor of the one\nhe was standing in. He was left dumbfounded as three merchants gave chase to\nthe thief. Mudge placed the pearls in his vest pocket and took off like he was after\nthe little purloiner too. He abandoned the chase after the first intersection,\nwhere he slipped off into one of the storefronts. He watched to make sure no\none was following him. Once he was certain, he drifted back out into the crowd\nand lost himself in it.                 He was\nworking his way to Harricha's Whorehouse. It was down a few back alleys away from\nwhere he was presently. He had money for their services, but Madam Harricha had\nbanned him due to past infractions. It was disgusting how some people made such\na fuss about bar tabs, especially when it couldn't be more than a foot long.\nThe pearls would be a bribe to let him back in.                He\nworked his way around the various street venders dotting the city, making his\nway down Backbone alley, across Grease Street to Shinbone alley. He rather\nhated the smell of the Butcher's District, but some things were worth it. It\nwasn't like he didn't like meat, fish preferably, but this place usually stank\nlike blood. It tended to bring back unpleasant memories. His footsteps\neventually found him standing in front of a solitary building nestled amongst a\nblock of dingy gray tenements. The whorehouse was painted a vivid pink.                He\narranged his hat and stepped up to the door. His knock was met by a small\nsliding window in the battered old oak. An eye stared out. It was followed by a\nvoice. \"Get the hell out of here Mudge. You've been banned for life!'\" 'ere now! What kind of greeting\nis that for a paying customer?\"                \"For a\npaying customer, it would be considered rude and bad for business. But since\nit's you, I would say it's right on the mark!\" The window slid shut.                The\notter struck the door with as hard a blow as he could muster. The door slid\nopen again. \"Go away otter! If you persist, I'll fetch the madam and she'll\nbring Brontha with her.\"                That\ngave him pause for thought. Brontha was big. Not so much in his whole body mass,\nbut in one area where it counted. A lot of bears weren't well endowed, and his\nbeing a sloth bear made him even less threatening in appearance. But he had one\nhell of a grip. Once he had you, you were done for.                \"Tell\nHarricha I have a gift for her!\"                \"Unless\nit's the twenty pieces of silver you owe from the last time, I'd suggest you go\noff and bugger yourself!\" The little window slammed shut with definitive\nfinality.                Mudge\nwalked away dejected. Now he had a string of pearls that he couldn't possibly pawn\nin this town for fear of them being recognized. Harricha rarely left the\nbuilding she owned, so he had figured they were a safe bet with her. It was\nhard to recognize something you never saw before.  Even if they hadn't been, she would have had\nto deal with the authorities, not him. Now he had to worry about being found\nwith them.                He shuffled\nfarther down the alley, past an open culvert that led to the river. In places\nlike this, summer rains came frequently and with so much rainfall that periodically\nplaced holes were need to allow it to run off. This culvert was covered with a\ngrate, which at the moment was askew. Mudge figured that if he wasn't going to\nget any action, he might as well ditch town via the shortest route.                 He\nswung it open, ducked underneath and dropped it back into place. He turned and\nproceeded down the drain towards the river. There were other openings along the\nway, which he carefully eyed as he passed them by. One could never tell who\nmight decide to spring out and tackle you, or worse, knife you. As he crossed\nin front of one of the last ones, he heard a noise. His eyes focused, but it\nwas so dark this far in that he could make out nothing. He was prepared to go\non when a little form flashed out and tried to pass him. He instinctively\ngrabbed at the figure's clothing. He was left holding a tattered coat. As he\nturned to follow the runner, he noticed that it was wrapped in bright red\nmaterial. It could only be the little thief from earlier!                He had\nno desire to give chase. It was an unwritten rule that a thief didn't get in\nthe way of another thief. But there was no rule about stealing from another\nthief. He headed down the tunnel in an effort to catch up with the red-wrapped\nurchin. That material just might fetch a few gold coins; out of town of course.                He got\nto the end and could smell the cleaner air blowing in from the river. This was\nthe upstream portion, before it ran through town and got infested with feces\nand worse. There was no sight of his prize. He noted wet footprints heading\nalong the ledge at the base of the retaining wall and followed after them. Once\nthe footprints made it to the water's edge, he could make out who they belonged\nto. It was a cousin of his, not directly, but in form and color.                 That\nmeant that finding the culprit would be easy only so long as he didn't get too\nfar away. On the other hand, he wasn't likely to take the river. The lovely silk\nwould be ruined in the muddy water. As it was, he was taking a chance even\ntaking the river route. One small slip would make his theft pointless. Mudge\ntook off to keep on his trail.                The\nfootprints wound their way over logs and around boulders. He looked up and saw\nreeds bobbling from side to side as someone waddled as fast as they could,\nencumbered by so many yards of cloth. He decided to follow slowly, as to not\nstartle his quarry into doing something stupid. Whatever happened, that cloth\nmust remain intact. It was too bad he didn't have a waterproof bag. He could\nhave slipped into the river and followed quietly and without leaving an\nevidence of his passing.  He had no\nintention of ruining his only set of clothes on what might end up a fool's\nerrand.                The\nthief made camp about two miles out of town. Whoever he was, he was bravely\nfoolish. Even an honest person would think twice about making a fire so close\nto the edge of town. There were plenty of other brigands hovering in the\nsidelines, just waiting for someone to pounce on. Red silk wouldn't be their\npreferred booty, but there were other things they could take. He withdrew his\nsword and advanced slowly on the brightly burning fire. There was no figure\nhuddled close to it. He dropped down to one side and watched. Sure enough,\nanother shape crept out of the shadows after a while to stir the fire. It\nwarmed its hands and slid into the shadows again.                 The kid\nhad more sense then he would have first given him. A decoy was a good way of\ntesting the waters. Mudge moved silently around the outskirts of the camp and\ndown along the river. There, sitting behind a rock watching the fire, was a\nmink. The brown fur was much like his, only not nearly as water proof. Otters\nwere bigger, but a mink wasn't necessary a softie like their reputation held.\nThey could put up a fight to match their cousin the wolverine.                The\nmink remained unaware he was being watched until the tip of a blade poked into\nhis back. At the same time Mudge realized his mistake. She. This was a girl\nmink. His was so busy concentrating on the material he hadn't paid full\nattention to the thief. She squeaked in fear but didn't move.                 \"Well\nnow missy! What say you turn around and let ole Mudge 'ave a looksee at ya.\"                She\nturned around very carefully. She was still wrapped in that red material. She\nhad one hand in the air and the other clinging to the silk like a sari. \"Please\ndon't kill me!\"                Her\nconcern was well founded. Out here, your life was as cheap as eight day old\nbread. \"I ain't gonna 'urt ya little one. I'll relieve ya of yer goods and be\non me way.\"                She\npulled the material a little closer about her body. \"But you can't!\"                He\npoked the tip of his sword a little more forcibly into her skin. \"Tell me why I\ncan't!\"                She\nbegan crying. \"Because I haven't got anything else to wear!\"                He\npulled the sword away. He had never considered that this girl had stolen the bolt\nof cloth simply to dress herself in. She probably hadn't even considered its\nvalue.                \"Listen\n'ere. Are you telling me that you're so poor you don't 'ave any clothing?\"                She\nsniffed. \"Yes. I stole the only thing I could find. I had my old coat, but I lost\nit in the sewers. This is all I've got to cover myself.\"                He\nbrought up his sword again. \"I'm not sure if I believe ya, but for now, say I\ndo. Why did ya leave the city?\"                She\nsniffed again. \"I was just passing through and was attacked by a gang of toughs.\nI was lucky to escape with my life. I lost everything else.\"                \"You?\nTraveling by yourself? What kind of fool do you take me for?\"                She\nconsidered for a moment. \"What are my choices?\"                That\nwould have gotten her throat slit by a most of the ne'er-do-wells. Mudge\nactually laughed. \"I like you little one. But 'onestly, that robe you're\nwearing is worth more than you know. I'd suggest you unwrap it and stash it\naway for now before you ruin its value.\"                \"And\nwhat kind of fool do you take me for?\"                He\npointed the sword at her throat. \"A smart one.\"                She\nquickly twirled herself, catching the fabric in her hand.  When she was done, it was in a tight roll and\nshe was standing there naked. She hadn't been lying about her lack of covering.\nShe had small compact breasts and her belly fur was short and soft, tapering\ndown to mere peach fuzz between her legs. She tossed the roll of fabric at him\nand dived into the river. He suddenly found he wanted her more than the\nmaterial. He also considered the possibility that she wanted the material too,\nbut knew when to call it quits. He was going to have to keep his eyes open from\nnow until he unloaded it in the next town.                He\nslipped back into town, pilfered a few more goods, and then retraced his steps\nback to her camp. Foot prints showed that she had returned, as well as a few\nothers. Her prints went back towards the river, meaning she had probably been\nspooked by the unwanted visitors. He shouldered his load and silently walked\nalong the bank for a few miles before making his own camp.                  His fire was modest, and made with dry wood so\nas to reduce the chance of smoke. He had made a high enclosure out of the broken\npieces of flat limestone that had crumbled out of the nearby ledge. Overall, it\nwas a homey fire, and a good one over which to cook some fish. He stripped and\ndived into the water. He caught a nice one in no time, and was returning to\nshore when he saw a shape moving across the surface of the water in front of\nhim. He smiled silently. It had to be the girl. She was likely cold and hungry,\nnot to mention still after the material.                 Since\nhe had hidden the red silk and his other belongings under a large slab of\nstone, he figured he had some time, so he wasn't too worried about letting her\nenter his camp. He rather wanted her there. If she proved a willing partner, he\nmight even give it back to her. He watched her silhouette creep up the bank\ntowards his fire. He moved closer to shore, dropped his fish in the reeds, and\nstealthily snuck up behind her.                She was\ncautiously searching the area, probably aware he had entered the river, but not\nso aware that he had vacated it right behind her. She poked around a bit,\nsearching the area lit by the fire for her purloined silk. She turned around only\nto come face to face with him. He, like her, was completely wet...and naked.\n\"It's good to see you again lass. I was 'oping you'd show up!\"                She\nyelped and made a dash to one side. He tripped her and pounced before she could\nrecover. She was face down and he was on top. Her struggles rubbed his crotch\nin just the right way. \"Listen 'ere missy. You keep it up and you ain't gonna\n'ave a choice as to whether or not I stick me cock in ya or not.\"                She\napparently made the connection between his words and the thing poking around\nher butthole. She quickly held still. Mudge was almost disappointed. \"That's a\ngood lass. Now 'ere is me choices. You can leave and go back 'ome, you can stay\nand ole Mudge will treat you right, or...\"                She\ngasped out, \"Or what?\"                \"Or ole\nMudge can be less than the generous gentleman 'e is and take what 'e wants from\nya without ya 'aving a bit of say in it. In the end that means you losing more\nthan the silk you stole.\"  As he said\n\"the end\" he poked her pursed up little hole with the tip of his cock, making\nher shriek.                \"Don't\nyou dare!\"                \"Hmmm.\nAnd who's going to stop me? Think it through missy. Ole Mudge ain't 'eartless,\nbut 'e knows what 'e wants when 'e wants it. I'm offering yous a trade. You get\nback what I rightfully stole from you and I get something I wish to 'ave more\nthan that silk.\"                She\nheld still while she considered. She needed the silk more than she needed her\ndignity at the moment. And he was right. He could do whatever he wanted right\nnow and the only thing she could do about was scream. It was an undignified\nposition to be in. If only her heist had gone off without a hitch. She had\nnever expected to be followed into the drain tunnel. Her mad dash for freedom\nmay have messed this whole thing up. Now she had a horny otter knocking at her\nback door...with persistence. She had to take him at his word. Anyone else would\nbe dick deep in her ass without considering her feelings on the matter.                \"Alright.\nIt's a deal. But you got sticking that obscene thing you call a cock around my\nass again and I'll slice it off and feed it to you!\"                \"Oooooo!\nFeisty!\" He got off of her. She sat up and spit dirt from her mouth.                \"I'll\nshow you feisty, you misfit water rat!\"                He was\nexpecting her to make a break for it. Instead, she launched herself at him,\nbearing him to the ground. \"I suppose you think I'm some poor little novice.\nI'll have you know I've already had sex before. I only hope you're as good at\nit as the last person.\"                That\ngave him pause for thought. This little lady had already gotten poked. It made\nhim feel a bit better. But suddenly he was confronted with having to outperform\nsomeone. To hell with that! \"I'm as good as it gets little one. You'll be doing\nall your future comparisons to me from now on. I doubt you'll find anyone\nbetter!\"                She\nsmiled and tittered. \"We'll see about that. But here's the deal. You give me\nthe cloth and help me back home and I'll do whatever you want...within\nreason...until we get there.\"                \"And\nwhere might that be?\"                She\npointed up river. \"To Cressolor.\"                \"Oh, to\nthe local capital heh? I can do that. Sadly, it isn't far, but I think I can\nget my use out of you before then.\" She only smiled. \"And I of you!\"                He\nscouted out around their camp, making certain there weren't lurkers hidden in\nthe shadows. When he felt safe in their surroundings, he returned, calling her out\nfrom the darkness under the overhang. She scooted out and into the fire light.\n\"So otter, are you ready?\"                He\nchuckled. \"The only thing that slows me down is my clothing. Since I'm not\nwearing it, I guess I'm ready!\" He grabbed her paw and dragged her down to the\nground. She countered his move by rolling him over and sitting on top. \"Just so\nyou know, I'm no amateur, but I'm no pro either. Since I have more to lose, I\nget the first go at it. After that, I'll leave it up to you.\"                Mudge\ndidn't mind, as long as he was getting what he wanted. She leaned down and\nkissed him tenderly. He returned the kiss, surprised she was going all out on\nsomething that was more or less forced. She dug her claws into his shoulder,\nlined up over his cock and settled down on top of it. She was stopped by her\nown body. Mudge could feel the tight ring inside her cunt.                \" 'ere\nnow, I though you told ole Mudge that you'd 'ad sex before!\"                \"I did\notter. I didn't lie. You didn't ask if my partner was male or female. As it\nhappens, it was female. We played with toys a bit, but this is different.\nYou're a bit larger than my toys. Here goes...\" She slammed her hips down\nviolently. He could feel the tearing as she forced him in. It was a situation\nthat normally happened the other way. She tensed up a bit, kept her hips ground\nto his, and waited a moment before moving.                When\nshe restarted her movements, they were slow and smooth. She seemed to know what\nshe was doing, for supposedly having never done it before. She would ride his\ncock to the tip, and just before he could slip out, pushed back down again. He\nhad to fight the urge to override her motions with his own. Patience was its\nown reward.                He was\nleft wondering if she was one of them lesbian types. He didn't discriminate,\nnot him. If she was willing to have sex with him, he didn't care what she did\nthe rest of her time. Still, she was a bit of a mystery. Who was she, and why\ndid she want this material so badly? He was determined to see her home just to\nanswer the mystery. Whoever she was, she was a delightful bed companion.                 She was\nriding him hard, pinning his arms at his sides while she played maypole with\nhis cock. Her backwards pushes were enough to make him feel that his cock was\nbeing torn out by its roots.  At one\npoint she leaned back and grabbed his legs, arms behind her, and literally\nworked at ripping it out. Whether she was trying to hurt him, or was just\ngetting off, he didn't know. He was simply satisfied when he emptied his balls\ninto her.                She was\nall too happy to keep going. She would push down hard, squeeze tight and pull\nback up. He was impressed. There were whores who weren't this good! She squeezed\nthe juice right out of him and kept the blood from leaving. He was as hard as\nwhen he started.                \" 'ere\nnow! Who was this girl you learned so much from?\"                She was\nbreathless, but she did manage to spit out, \"My sister!\"                He knew\nthat he just had to meet this sister of hers! If this one was capable of doing\nthis, who knew what the teacher could do? Besides, sisters had to have a\nmother. Ole Mudge wasn't the type to discriminate over a little thing like age\nor marriage.  He laid back and wondered\nhow life occasionally threw him a bone, and how that bone was presently engaged\nin its favorite pastime. This was going to be a sweet trip.                When\nshe finally tired out, and he was drained, they drew up next to the fire. She\nspoke first. \"I like you otter, but you're not completely with the game, are\nyou? We have to travel back to my home, and I really didn't expect to do it\nnaked.\"                He\nstretched and yawned, turning his fish over a spit. \"Well, you make a good\npoint. Unless we swim the entire way, your nakedness might attract unwanted\nattention.\" Then he grinned. \"From me mostly!\"                She\nswung at him. \"Very funny! I'm serious. I figured on sneaking away with that\nmaterial under my coat. You grabbed it and made me lose it. I wasn't expecting\nto have to make it home wearing a big swath of red.\"                He\npoked at the fish. \"Ole Mudge isn't \"eartless. I traipsed back into town and\ngrabbed you these.\" He pulled out a small parcel and tossed it at her. She\nopened it to find a simple pair of pants and a cotton top. They weren't fancy,\nbut they were serviceable.\"                \"I take\nback half the mean things I've been thinking about you otter.\"                \"Only\n'alf?\"                \"Take\nwhat you can get. If I had my way, I'd be halfway to home by now, not dallying\nby the fire with a water rat.\" He went to object, but she cut him off. \"A cute\nand dashing water rat, but still a water rat.\" He clammed up. Half a loaf was\nbetter than none, and she was only speaking the truth. It seemed the half was\nall either of them felt like they were getting.                \"Oi,\nI'll take it. It 'asn't cost me a bent penny and I 'appen to like the company.\"\nHe pulled the fish off and laid it on a slab of stone. It wasn't much of a\ntable, but it was better than laying it on the dirt. They ate their fill and\ncurled up for the night. As they snuggled close, she whispered over to him.                 \"Hey\notter, you know what I'll do if you try molesting me tonight?\"                \"I 'aven't\nthe foggiest!\"\"Then I guess you'll have to try it\nand find out!\" She wiggled her butt and settled down to sleep. Mudge was left\nwide awake, wondering what to do.                Come\nmorning they packed up their belongings and set off. The clothes he had grabbed\nfor her were generic enough that at first glance she looked like an otter\nyoungster. A casual observer might think it a father and son fishing\nexpedition. It was a good ruse, for most fishermen carried nothing more than\ntheir lines and tackle. Even a lousy thief wouldn't bother wasting his time.\nThey made good time along the river, stopping only when necessary. They came to\na small fishing village called Stroghfalls where Mudge opted for them to spend\nthe night. He had his coin that had not been used as it was intended, so he\nhappily sprang for a room at the local inn.                 Their\nroom was on the top floor, with two windows, one of which overlooked the\n\"falls\" the town was named after. It was nothing more than a dam, over which\nflowed the muddy river water on its way to the sea. It was hardly scenic, but\nhaving two windows meant double the chances of escape if it was necessary. He\nwasn't expecting trouble, but since he knew nothing about this slinky mink, he\nwasn't taking any chances.                He was\nstaring out the window overlooking the water when he heard her come up behind\nhim. He stiffened for a moment, ignoring his fight or flight. He didn't trust\ntoo many people. But she simply pressed her paws on his shoulders and tiptoed\nto look over his shoulder. \"I passed through here on the way to my destination.\nIt isn't much of a town, but it's where my family began. My great great\ngrandfather started this village. I doubt he had any idea where the family\nwould end up.\"                He\nturned. \"And where might that be?\"                She\ngiggled. \"I'll show you when we get to the capital.\" It was good enough for\nhim. The present time was for other things. They went down to the common room\nwhere they enjoyed a tasty local dish called nagacha, essentially a fish stew.\nHe washed it down with a few beers, offering some to his new lady friend. She\npolitely declined at first, then suddenly did an about face.                \"There's\ngot to be a first for everything!\" she declared as she stuck her head in her\nglass. She took a big gulp and swallowed. \"Hmmm. Not bad!\" She downed the rest\nin two gulps. Mudge was in love. Well, maybe in lust. Three beers and a drunken\nmink later, he carried her up to their room and laid her on the bed.                She\nlaughed and giggled uncontrollably. \"So this is what being drunk is like? I\nnever knew! I should have tried this sooner!\" She was thrashing around on the\nbed, shedding her clothing pell-mell in all directions. She then spent the next\nfew minutes swaying her hips back and forth in a grotesquely erotic\ndisplay.  Mudge hardly needed urging on.\nHe literally jumped out of his pants and dived on the bed. Her tail was\ntwitching violently. \"Come on otter, screw me already. Time's a wasting!\"                One\nthing Mudge could do without thinking, besides drinking, was comply with a\nwilling female. He wrapped his arms around her and plowed in. She responded by\nbiting his shoulder and hanging on. Her aggression was surprising, but as she\nwasn't breaking the skin, he let it slide. A little spirit was a far better\nthing than lifelessness.                 He had\nto reconsider his opinion a moment later when she bit down hard and flipped him\nover on the bed. She sat up and ground her hips down as if she was trying to\ngrind off his cock. If it weren't for the copious amounts of body fluids\nleaking around his cock, she would have abraded his fur off in a matter of\nminutes. Her aggressiveness got a little scarier when she clamped her muscles\nlike a vice and proceeded to try and remove his cock from its moorings. It was\nlike the previous night, only she had lost all sense of propriety. She dropped\nback down and her teeth found his shoulder.                He was\ndrunk enough to let it go at first. It was amazing that a girl could have as\nmuch strength in her cunt that this one had. But she was now so tight that\nthere were absolutely no piston-like movements in their love making. She was\nliterally a fist grasping him tightly and not letting go. He had had paw jobs\nin the past, but even they weren't this tight.  Between her teeth and her cunt, he was feeling\nmore like this was turning more into torture than fun sex.                She\nthankfully let loose of his shoulder and sat up, her body teetering wildly. She\nplanted her feet on the bed and pushed up. Her leverage pulled him right off\nthe bed, making him yelp. He felt a brief movement inside, before she slammed\nhim back down hard. She did it again and again. Whether she was loosening her\ngrip or her lubrication had increased, he was finally feeling some relief. He\nlowered his guard and settled in for the ride.                    Alcohol,\nit seemed, was her weakness. The otter could hold a lot and still keep a level\nhead, at least in his own opinion. This girl became a raging fiend. Unless she\nhad some other calling in life, she could make a lot of money selling her\nservices. He knew of some friends of his that would gladly put three gold coins\non the table for this kind of treatment. Now ole Mudge liked it a little more\ntame, but where free was concerned, he rarely turned down anything.                She\nkept it up for a seeming eternity. He was content to enjoy it, for as time went\non she seemed to relax her grip, allowing a more normal sexual union.  Her speed was nearly equal to that he was\nknown for. She was a wild blur of activity, punctuated by high pitched squeaks\nand yips. As they increased, he figured she was about to go over the top. He\nwas right. With a bone jarring series of joint wrenching motions, she collapsed\non top of him, utterly spent.                He gave\nher a moment and then rolled both of their bodies over, giving him the\nadvantage of position. His thrusts proved to be more constrained. His cock was\nsore from the abuse she had just given it. Either she was one masochistic chick\nor she had found a way to keep him from asking for more sex. No, that would\nnever happen. Apparently she liked it rough. It just wasn't his style, after\nsome of the shit he had gone through in the past.                 It\ndidn't take long for him to come now that she was out like a light. He ignored\nhis discomfort and focused on his pleasure. For him, it wasn't hard to do. He\nplowed her for only a few more minutes before his body responded. He blew his\nwad before he too collapsed in exhaustion. He fell asleep on top of her, not\nmoving a muscle until morning.                When\nthe morning sun peeked into the window, it was scandalized by the sight of a\nmink and an otter merged into a single ball of brown fur.  As the rays of light fell on the couple, it\nburned a bright haze onto the eyelids of a particular otter, who silently cursed\nand unwillingly blinked. He yawned and stretched, finding himself entangled in\na most intimate manner with his lady friend. There was going to be time for\nsome more if that later, so he pushed her off and hit the chamber pot. She\ngrumbled and made a grab for him, but he was too quick.                \"Hey\notter! You're kind of rude!\"                \" 'ere\nnow missy! I gotta go! I'm surprised you're still 'olding all that liquid from\nlast night!\"                  She\nmade a face. \"Not for much longer, the more you talk about it. Hurry up!\"                He\nvacated the pot, and she hit it faster. When she was done she dropped the lid\non it and sighed. \"I think I just lost a few pounds!\"                She was\nready to hit the sheets again, but he was already getting dressed. As he put\nit, \"I don't like sticking around one locale more than is necessary. This place\nis small, and someone may send out scouts looking for that material you stole.\"\nHe failed to mention the pearls he purloined.                She\npouted. \"But last night was so much fuuuuunnnnnnnn!\"                \"Aye\nlass, that it was. And tonight, depending on where we are, it can be just as\nfun. Get dressed and we'll get something to eat before we go. Then I'll settle\nup the tab and we'll clear out.\" She sighed and got dressed. She was really\nbeginning to like him. He was a thief, just like she had been, but he had some\nnoble qualities to him. It was too bad he wasn't the same species as her. He\nwas close, but not close enough to have kids with. It was sad really.                Had Mudge\nknown what was going through her head, he might have laughed. Even if she was\nthe same species, he wouldn't have settled down with her. There was too much to\nsee and do yet, before his life would take the turn for the worse called\nmarriage. K.I.S.S. someone had told him once. It was good advice. Keep It\nSimple Stupid! Sex was easy; relationships were hard. He had been in one once,\nand it was nearly the death of him. He still missed her.                They\nate and slipped quietly out the front. He headed straight for the river.  The water was low enough right now that he\nchose to cross over the dam. They were across the river and just happened to\nturn back in time to see a small patrol enter the inn. Mudge whistled. \"I'm not\nsure they're after us, but I don't want to find out.\" He pushed her in one\ndirection, turning to go the other. \"I'll catch up with ya. Head to the capitol\nand I'll give 'em something to follow.\"                He\nboosted her into a tree, where she maneuvered through the branches until she\ncould alight on some rocky outcrops. Mudge quickly erased her footprints and\npurposely made some distinct ones even a blind mole could follow. He took off\nrunning, under fallen trees and over boulders, looping around back on himself\nseveral times. He then backtracked, keeping an eye on the trail. At one\nparticularly low hanging branch, he boosted himself up and worked his way over\nto a log and dropped down. Without looking back he zipped off towards the\ncapitol. He caught up with her by noon.                He was\nfollowing her prints when they stopped. She wasn't as green as she seemed. He\nlooked around, searching the undergrowth. His search was fruitful. He spotted\nher pants and called out. It was then that he realized that he had never gotten\nher name. \"Hey missy, it's safe, come on out!\" He wasn't expecting the ambush\nfrom above. She dropped down like a load of bricks. He was carried to the\nground under her weight.                \" 'ey\nnow, is that anyway to greet your friend?\"                She\njumped off and turned. He was left staring at her crotch. \"Look otter, I wasn't\ntaking any chances. That crew in uniform belonged to the city I stole the\nmaterial from, not the capitol. I don't need the hassle of being picked up by\nsome stupid patrol and dragged back for questioning. I wanted to make sure you\nhadn't turned on me!\"                He got\nup and slapped her. \" 'ere now! I'm a lot of things, but I ain't no traitor. Thieves\nstick together! And so do lovers, until such time as they part!\"                She sat\ndown and pulled on her pants. \"Sorry otter, but I need to get back to my city.\nBeing in the streets has taught me not to trust anyone very far.\"                He\nsniffed. \"That ain't a bad sentiment. But ye got nothing to worry about from\nme. I said I'd see ya back, and that's what I'll do.\"                She\ntied up her trousers and gave him a peck on the cheek. \"Thanks  otter!\"                The\nmaterial was still rolled up tightly and stuffed in Mudge's knapsack. He almost\nhanded it over to her, but thought better of it. He would keep it until they\ngot to her home, then he'd hand it over and vanish. He would almost miss her.                 Their arrival in Cresselor proved to be\nstranger than he had imagined. Since he wasn't a wanted criminal, not yet at\nleast, within its walls, he was left wondering when she took him in through one\nof the old sewer tunnels. She seemed to have a thing for them. She knew her\nway, he'd admit that, for she seemed to have every turn and twist memorized.\nThey came to a grate set in the street. With a mighty heave she lifted it and\nthey clambered out. She dropped the grate back down.                \"OK.\nRight now, you'll have to trust me. I need the material.\"                He\nfigured there was no harm in it, so he gave it over to her. She turned and\nstepped into the store front behind them. He looked up before entering. The\nsign said Cralmus Fine Tailoring. He stepped inside. The owner was having\na lively conversation with his mink girl.                \"Lassandra,\nI know she wants the dress, but your father said no. How am I supposed to\nexplain it to him when the finished article arrives unannounced?\"                Mudge\nabsorbed that. Lassandra; pretty name. So, she stole the material for someone,\nperhaps a sister or mother. He was about to wonder why she didn't steal it\nhere, when it dawned on him how easy it would be to trace the dress back to the\nstolen material. It was a vibrant red, not something easily hidden.                 The girl\nwas talking now. \"Cralmus, just make the damn dress. I don't care what father\nsays. He's an overbearing jerk!\"                The\ntailor winced. \"I don't think you should...\" His eyes fell on the otter. \"Can I\nhelp you sir?\"                Mudge\nsmiled. \" 'ere now, no one ever calls me sir! I'm with the missy, I am. Saw her\n'ome, all safe like I did!\"                The\ntailor blanched. \"Lassandra, are you trying to bring down your father's wrath\non you? Cavorting with strangers!\"                \" 'ere\nnow, I ain't that strange! I can tell you all kinds of tales of people with\nreally strange fetishes!\"                   The\nmink kicked him. \"He was kind enough to see me through this little adventure.\nWe will probably be parting ways soon. In the meantime, please just make the\ndress. If anyone asks, just say you got the material from a wandering merchant\nnamed...hey otter, what IS your name?\"                He\ndoffed his hat. \"Mudge at your service!\"                \"There\nyou go; you got it from Mudge, the fabric dealer extraordinaire.\"                \"But\nLassandra, I'll have to enter it into my books. I'll need to pay him.\"                Mudge\nwas more than happy to be paid for something he didn't steal, but she shut him\ndown quick. \"He's been paid. If you must, pay yourself and hide the money. \"                The\ntailor babbled for a moment. \"Fine. It will be done. As of this moment, all I\nknow is that I was commissioned for a dress. I found the material and made said\ndress. Any trouble will be on your heads.\" He made a receipt and attached a\nswatch of material on it for proof of receipt.                They\nslipped back outside and back into the sewer tunnels.  \" 'ere now missy, why all the secrecy and\nthieving just to make a dress? Seems like a lot of trouble just for something\nto wear.\"                She\nsighed. \"Father has plenty of money, but he's not one to part with it. My\nsister wanted a pretty new dress and he told her no. So we devised a plan to\nget the material and have the dress made anyway. When it arrives, it will be\nfrom some anonymous benefactor.\"                Mudge\nwas thinking this through. It seemed pretty dangerous to go steal material to\nmake a dress that you had to lie about to wear. City folk had some silly\nnotions at times. Steal it if you wanted it, steal it if you needed it, but\notherwise you were wasting your time. Then again, he got laid and it hadn't\nreally cost him a penny. There was always an upside to every situation.                 \"Seems\nfoolish to me, but then, you do what you think you need to do. As for ole\nMudge, 'e's ready to find a nice quiet brothel and some fine fancy ladies. If\nyou'd be so kind as to point the way?\"                She\ngiggled. \"Brothel? There are no brothels in this city. The law is quite keen on\nthat. Like father says, \"any such place of sin and degradation has no place in\na modern society.\"                Mudge's\nheart sank. He hardly wanted to follow this girl home to continue their fun. It\nsounded like her father would have him skinned whilst being burned at the\nstake. Such things rather ruined your day.                \"Listen\notter, I'll make you a deal. Stick around another day or two and I'll make it\nworth your while.\"                \"Listen\nmy little lady, I will admit you've been a lot of fun, but it sounds like this 'ere\ncity of yours is as uptight as a clumsy feline in a room full of sleeping dogs.\nYou probably need laxatives just so you can shit. That's not for me.\"                \"Maybe.\nBut I'll get you in and out of the house via the tunnels, and no one will ever know\nthe difference. Besides, I think I can arrange a surprise for you!\"                \"Surprise?\nThose ain't always the good kind.\"                \"Oh, I\nthink the surprise will be more on the other side of the fence than yours. I\nmean, you can go. I'm not going to stop you. But you'll never know what you\nmissed if you leave now.\"                That\ngot him thinking. He would wonder for ages what it was he had missed. \"Oh, the\n'ell with it. Fine. I'll come.\"                She\ntook off down the dimly lit sewer. Mudge was thankful it was presently dry.\nThese things tended to stink. From time to time she would stop and peek out a\ngrate to double check her location. Finally, they arrived at a dark tunnel. She\nfelt around for a moment before finding what she wanted. He heard a click. He\ncould hear something moving and then dropping. She grabbed his hand. \"It's\ngoing to be dark. Stick close.\"                He did.\nThey climbed a short ladder into a darkened room. His nose immediately smelled\nfood. It was a pleasant change. \"Just where the 'ell are we?\"                \"Home.\"\nShe dropped the lid back down and fumbled for a door. Dim light flooded in from\nthe chamber on the other side. She stuck her head out and searched the room.\n\"Good! No one is here right now.\"                Right\nhere was apparently the kitchen. It was huge! They didn't linger long, for they\nheard voices coming from a side corridor. She grabbed his paw and dragged him\nup a flight of stairs, around a corner and then up another. She stopped, peered\ndown the hall and then leaned back. \"There's someone in the hall right now. I'm\ngoing to try and distract him. You follow and enter the room I point to. She\nwent first, and he followed, stopping at the indicated door and sneaking\ninside. He couldn't see who it was she saw, but he knew the value of stealth.                She\nslid in a few minutes later. \"It was just one of my family members. I was\npretty sure they wouldn't approve of me having a house guest.\"                \"\n'ouse?\" This 'ere's a bloomin palace!\"                She\ngiggled. \"So it's larger than some, and smaller than others. Are you going to\nhate me for it?\"                 He\ngrunted. \"I guess I shoulda figured you'd 'ave some money from the way you\ntalked to the tailor.\"                \"Father\nhas money. We don't. Therefore, we conspire to get what we want. Are you going\nto stick around or what?\"                Mudge\nboth admired and pitied the girl. To have to go to such extremes when money was\nwithin your reach was an abomination. \"OK, so I'm 'ere. I 'ope you don't go\ngetting 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\ndown to that, there's always the sewer. It's where your mind is at most of the\ntime anyway. No, I have other plans for you.\"                He was\nconfused. \"Plans?\"                \"Yes\nplans. I went to a lot of bother to get this material and now I'm owed\nsomething. Sit right here behind this curtain and listen without saying a word.\nPromise me!\" He did.                 She\ncalled for her sister. When she entered the room, she spoke in hushed tones.\n\"Lessandra, what took you so long?\"                \"Hey,\nyou sent me on quite the arduous journey. I found the material and brought it\nback. See, here's the tag from Crelmus the Tailor.\" Mudge couldn't see it, but\nhe knew what it was.                \"Oh\nthank the skies above! I have so wanted a red dress for so long now!\" She was\njumping up and down on her tippy toes.                 Lessandra\ncoughed. \"Now, about what you owe me...\"                Her\nsister stopped. \"Oh fine. I suppose it's more bed time. I'd think that you\nwould have had enough sex for a while\"                She\ngrinned. \"Oh yes, you would, wouldn't you? But you see, it's not that simple.\nWhat I want is much different than you're used to. I'm not certain you'll\napprove.\"                The\nolder sibling sighed. \"Whatever it is, I'll do it. After all, a deal is a deal.\nBesides, what could you possibly think up that I have already done with you?\"                Lessandra's\nsmile grew wicked. \"Maybe I've learned a few things while I was away.\" She\nwalked over to the curtain and grabbed Mudge's paw. She dragged him out into\nthe open.                 \"Mourewla,\nmeet Mudge. He's going to be your new bed partner.\"                The\nolder feminine mink nearly fainted dead away. \"Lessy! Are you insane, bringing\na stranger into the house. When father finds out...\"                \"If\nfather finds out. Besides, you owe me. You have no idea what I went through to\nget that silk. This otter was of great assistance in helping me get it back.\nAnd on top of that, he's pretty good under the sheets. And since you owe me big\ntime, this is how he gets repaid.\"                Mouewla\nblinked. \"Then you pay him!\"                \"I\nalready did, for what I feel I owed him. You owe me and I say you'll screw him\nany way he wants for the next two days. It's either that, or I go back to the\ntailor and break our deal. The otter can collect the gold for the cloth and be\non his way.\"                Mourewla\nheld her ground, but only for moment. \"If father finds out, we're both dead,\nyou know that don't you?\"                \"Then I\nguess we'll have to be stealthy, won't we?\"                She\nstamped her feet. \"But I'm a virgin!\"                \"So was\nI before I wasn't. I was willing to give it up to get your stupid silk, so the\nleast you can do is give up yours for your stupid dress!\"                The\nolder mink's face turned sour. \"I guess you have a point. But you know as the\neldest daughter what my duties entail. If father finds out it will be the end\nof us all!\"                Mudge\nwas listing raptly. Whoever they were, these pretty little cousins of his, they\nled complicated lives. \"Looksee 'ere. I ain't interested in getting stuck\nbehind no rock and a 'ard place. It seems to me that I'd do better leaving this\ntown as a bad memory and nothing else.\"                 Lessandra\nclobbered him. \"Oh no you don't. I say that you'll stay and engage my sister in\nher bed. I don't care how, but you'll do it. She seems to think I'm nothing\nmore than a fetching boy.\" Then her eyes narrowed. \"Or maybe you'd like me to\ntell father all of the things you've had me doing the past few months?\"                She\nlooked sick. \"You wouldn't!\"                \"I\nwould. Now, you are going to go to bed with this otter and I'm going to watch\nto make sure something happens. Do I make myself clear?\"                \"Perfectly.\"\"OK otter. As of this moment, you\nhave free entry into any port you wish to lay your ship.\"He hesitated. His minute scrap of\nconscience spoke up. \" 'ere now, I ain't no rapist. If the gal doesn't want to 'ave\nme, who am I to force the issue?\"Lessandra motioned to her sister. \"She\nagreed to this. If you don't want to, that's fine. You can go out that door and\nfind your way to the street.\"This little mink was a schemer. \"And\nif ole Mudge does that, what are the chances of his finding his way to the\nstreet?\"\"That depends. Is that dead...or\nalive?\" Mudge looked at Mourelwa. \"I guess\nyou and me are going to make some sweet music together whether we want to or\nnot. And as far as I'm concerned, want is usually 'ow I feel about sex.\"The elder mink was tapping her\nfingers together while she thought. \"I like to think of myself as a practical person.\"\nHer sister snorted. \"Like I was saying, is there any way we can do this and\nstill keep my maidenhead? Up to this point, both of us have played with each\nother and maintained them, though it seems that this is no longer the case with\nher. In my case, I will be expected to marry and present blood on the wedding\nnight. To not do so will lead to shame and disgrace, and very likely my life.\"\"Well, as I sees it, we 'aven't got\nmuch choice. If I puts my cock into your hole, there's going to be a pop. So\nthe only way to avoid it is to not put it in your hole. Then we're back to\nsquare one.\"\"Or hole two.\"Mudge raised an eyebrow. \"Ah ha!\nThe back door. I'm ain't a prude, but I'm not the biggest fan of the ole\nundertail chute. Then again, it's impolite to turn down a lady's offer. And it\nwould seem to fulfill our commitments to your sister.\"She gave him a dirty look. \"You don't\nsound too put off by the offer.\"                \"Indeed\nI'm not. With the proper lubrication, no hole is insurmountable.\"                Lessandra\ngiggled. \"Don't you mean mountable?\"                He\ngrinned. \"That too!\"                The\nyounger sister ran off and returned with a clay pot. \"This is healer balm. It\nworks great on burns and scrapes. I just bet it'll work just as well for making\na hole slippery and inviting, right dear sister?\"                The\nolder one snatched it away. \"The things I do. Get over here otter. I giving you\none chance at this, no matter what my little sister thinks. Get your kicks and\nthen get out. Trust me, you don't want to hang about here too long. It'll only\ninvite trouble.\" She disrobed and climbed on the bed. She generously greased\nher hind end. Mudge was stripped and up on the bed in no time. She gave him a\nwarning. \"If you stick that thing of yours anywhere near my front, I'll scream\nrape and it will be the end of you. Do I make myself clear?\"                \"Crystal\nclear!\" He lubed himself up to before getting into position. He pulled her tail\nout of the way, lined up and pushed. She started to scream but pressed her face\ninto the pillow. Her paws curled up into the sheets. Lessandra called out, \"Do\nit! She's always calling me a pussy for not being able to deal with pain. Her\nproblem is that she's never had to deal with any. Give it to her good! Then she'll\nknow what it's like for once!\"                Mudge\nleaned in. \"You heard her! Order is orders!\" Boy these sisters were sadistic.                The\nmink buried her head into the pillow and bit into it. The otter cranked in\ndeep, until her tail was pressed tightly over her back. It wasn't as bad as she\nthought it would be. She had heard stories going both ways with this method. If\nit was no worse than this, and she kept her virginity, then it would be worth it.\nIt wouldn't be fun, but it would be worth it.                The\nthing she didn't know anything about in her sheltered life was the tenacity and\nvigor an otter showed when it came to sex. And of all the otters that had ever\nbeen born, Mudge was probably the horniest that had ever lived.  That was saying something!                He was\ncautious at first, not wanting any surprises. When there were none, he cranked\nit in as deep as he could get it. He didn't do it roughly, just firmly. That\nbalm was slippery stuff and he was going to have to purloin some before he\nleft. You never knew when you might run across a horny mousette or jerboa.                  As he\nfound his groove, he found her relaxing a little. It wasn't his intention to\nhurt her, but he was going to get off one way or another. She chose the hole he\nwas in now, so it was hardly his fault. Neither was the fact that they were a\nmixed up bunch of nuts. Sexy nuts, but nuts nonetheless. And his nuts were\nfinding this nut to be a fun one to crack.                 That\ndidn't mean that he was going to rush this. He had traveled a long ways, and\nwhile he had no complaints about the younger sister, this older one was more\nintriguing. He wondered if she could tolerate him forever, or if she'd cry\nuncle. There was only one way to find out.                Thirty\nminutes into it, he was feeling the need to blow. Her hole was just too tight,\nand her submissive position to erotic. Try as he might, he couldn't last. With\na grip that made her wince, and a final drive that made her eyes water, Mudge\ncame to a convulsive, conclusive end. By the time he was done, he was standing,\nand her body was dangling from their point of attachment. She had pushed up to\ncompensate. With one last push, he gave up and carefully pulled out. She fell\nto the bed.                \"Oi!\nAre you alright down there?\"                \"I will\nbe. I think I might have been better off letting you drill out my front. As it\nis, I'll be biting my lip every time I go to the bathroom for a week. Buuuuut...you\nkept your word. If you like, I'll endure some more of it.\"  This time she didn't sound too put off.                \"It's a\nfine offer my little minx mink. But ole Mudge knows to not push his luck. It's\nbeen delightful, and if you wish to come out of the city and travel with me, I'll\nnot say no. But me better judgment tells me that 'anging around here is bad for\nme 'ealth.\"                Lessandra\nlooked at her sister. \"Well? Do you think we should take him up on it?\"                \"Most\ncertainly not. It's been difficult enough covering for you during your absences.\nIf we both disappear, father will be after us in no time. We'll be staying\nright here.\"                Mudge\ngot dressed and made a bow with his hat. \"Then I shall leave you ladies.  It 'as been delightful! May your lives be\nless complicated than mine, and may your father never 'ave the name of Mudge\nbefoul his furry ears!\"                He turned\nto Lessy. \"I'd appreciate it if you could get me to that storeroom again.\" She\ndid it without a hitch. Mudge however, became completely lost in the cavernous\ntunnels under the city. He finally got brave and lifted a grate. There was no\none around, so he carefully climbed up onto the street. One street over his\npath to the city gates was obstructed by a crowd. He wiggled to the front.\nThere was some sort of military parade going by. It made him nervous, being so\nclose.                As one\nlitter was carried by, he stood on his tip toes to look in. He settled back\ndown on his feet. To the Lemur standing next to him he asked; \"Who's that?\"                The\nlemur was shocked. \"Why that is none other than our glorious Military Governor,\nthe great Antorius Malicios Harkial Strogh. Everyone knows who he is!\"                Mudge\nbacked away from the parade and returned to the sewer. He would either find his\nway back out of the city, or he'd die underneath it. It would be far better\nthan if the great Governor, of the family of Strogh, who were apparently minks\nand quite powerful now, found out about him and had him quartered and burned at\nthe stake after being suitable tortured for a year...for screwing his daughters.\nOi, this was going to be one town that would be wiped from his memory.  The girls were delightful and as far as their\nfather was concerned, well...what he didn't know wouldn't hurt Mudge. Still,\ndistance would make his heart grow fonder."}