What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book I: Chapter 20
#20 of What Lies Beyond the Walls: Book I
The Long Patrol satisfies their primal, lustful urges, only to have somebeasts ruin all their fun in the worst way possible.
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Spoils of War
"I'm fuckin' fine, Floswirth. Just...I just need some sleep."
Ozgin ignored the galloper and headed inside the tent near the edge of the community. She exhaled after pushing the flaps apart and saw a small table and bed resting in the back of the structure. The corporal exhaled and dragged her footpaws through the dirt, slowly heading towards the comfy piece of furniture to lie down on. She rolled onto the bed, sighing and breathing quietly to herself, still thinking about the last words that Tike Bonson said to her. Her ears lowered slightly, and the hare pondered if she really wanted to leave the Long Patrol right here and now. But the corporal huffed and erased certain thoughts from her mind. She'd make her decision in the morning. Now was the time for sleep. Dozens of other beasts were just like the corporal, more focused on getting some sleep as opposed to whatever late night surprises the Tearmannians had in store for them. Some of them were merely hoping they'd be able to sleep in a warm, comfortable environment for one night before being thrown out into the deadly forest yet again. Stanno Langrove was one such hare, currently busy lying on his camp bed. He was looking up at the ceiling of his tent, pondering and breathing softly.
The hare blinked and rubbed his nose, trying not to think about anything but relaxing and having a good night's rest. But as he relaxed, he wiggled his nose as a luscious scent flowed into his nostrils. He looked around the tent, almost thinking she was actually here. But she wasn't. He was all by himself with his short bed. Stanno lied back down, frustrated to the point where he was nearly gritting his teeth. He could hear the crickets chirping and some beasts in the distance, but the tent was still isolated. Stanno flipped over onto his stomach, breathing heavily and placing his chin on his pillow. He flared his nostrils again. He could've sworn that scent was there, that familiar, kind, pleasant scent he only smelled when he was back home. Stanno opened his mouth and exhaled. He sniffed over and over again, grasping the pillow, unable to control his urges. The hare found himself spreading his legs apart and rubbing himself against the bed, sliding his groin back and forth. The sergeant sighed softly, feeling himself as he got excited and began to leak fluids onto the camp bed. Stanno sniffed again and frowned.
The scent was gone. He opened his eyes and realized once again he was in the tent by himself. He looked down at his camp bed and noticed there were only a pillow and a blanket on it. He swore with frustration and gritted his teeth. There was no long-eared beast who was cuter than a dove and smelled sweeter than a flower in his tent. There was no leveret who was sleeping several feet away, unable to hear what Stanno would be doing if said beast was here. Stanno was reminded that he wasn't with his wife or son anymore. He only had himself and his brother and sister. And after what just happened, his long erection. Stanno stared at his member as he sat on his camp bed, watching as it released a small amount of pre-ejaculate. The hare blinked and looked at his left paw, feeling frustrated but ready to release. So he got on his knees and moved towards the foot of the bed, breathing heavily. Then Stanno wrapped his left paw around his shaft and started to rub. He stared at his erection as he stroked it over and over, moaning and panting, squeezing himself so hard it almost hurt.
Stanno stared to grit his teeth again, watching as more clear fluids got onto his paw and began to ooze around his fingers. He sniffed again. Still no scent. All he had was his own musky scent, and the smell of a tan tunic in need of being cleaned. Stanno closed his eyes. He imagined being on top of his wife, naked, her legs spread apart as she revealed her vulva to him. He imagined planting a few fingers inside her, teasing her, making her wet. The hare started to pant faster and let out a strange, frustrated whimper. He could feel himself getting closer to the climax, his paw nearly sticky with his own fluids. The hare imagined thrusting into his wife, making her moan, making her scream. And after a long session of thrusting, panting, groping, and grabbing, the two hares would climax and embrace each other. Stanno opened his eyes and let out a few feral snarls as he slowed down. He shouted as he started to come, the semen dribbling from his penis at first before erupting from the shaft, soaring across the tent. He panted and observed his streams of seed as they splattered onto the ground with soft splat-like noises.
The sergeant started to settle down, watching as the last amount of semen oozed from his shaft and got all over his paw. He took a few frustrated breaths before he let go of his penis and lied down on the camp bed. Stanno could only frown as he stared at his paw. He had no hare to cuddle with now. All that was there was his paw, sticky with ejaculate. Stanno sniffed again and shook his head, and then he lowered his paw and wiped the fluids off using part of the blanket.
"Soon," he said, turning over and lying on his side. "I'll be home soon..."
"Jus' let ol' Russell know if you need anythin' else, Badger Lord!"
Urthquake looked around the oversized tent, taking note of the giant bed fit for somebeast his size, the lantern sitting on the table, his chain mail resting beside said lantern, and the two naked otters who were looking at the badger with lustful grins.
"So, um...this is what you meant by 'treat' I suppose."
The otter on the left, a short brown beast with long whiskers, giggled. "Don't you worry, m'lord. We'll take good care of you."
The other otter, a taller black one with a shrewd accent, grinned widely and stared at his groin. "Yes...you an' that fat member danglin' 'tween yer legs there!"
Russell snickered as he started to walk out the tent. "Don't leave too much of a mess!"
"No promises!" joked the brown otter.
As Russell departed, the two otters stared at the Badger Lord and his bare frame, taking note of all his features. The brown one slowly approached Urthquake and looked up at the badger.
"Ooh, you sure are a big fella, aint'cha?"
Urthquake didn't respond. He merely looked down at the brown otter as she blinked and began to circle him. The black otter did the same, growling and licking her lips.
"Quite 'andsome too!"
The brown otter took note of all the battle scars scattered around Urthquake's body. Many were on his chest and abdomen, but she saw quite a few on his face, neck, legs, arms, and even around his groin and thighs.
"Eh, not really. His body's all torn up."
The black otter chuckled and ran her paws along the scars, gently stroking them. "These be battle scars, Tessa! They make 'im look more feral, more beastly! Lookit this one, o'er on his spine!"
Tessa flared her nostrils and plugged her nose. "Yeah, well beastly or not, he stinks. S'matter, Badger Lord? Not fond of baths?"
Urthquake scowled at Tessa and growled so deeply that the black otter felt the vibrations of it throughout his entire body. Tessa merely looked up at the badger and smirked. The black one flared her nostrils a few times and growled as she wagged her tail.
"It's musk, dear Tessa! S'a male-like odor, one no other kinda beast can produce! Hehe, ye a Northlander, aint'cha? All you Northerners carry that faint scent with ya wherever ye go!"
Urthquake blinked and watched as the black otter struggled to raise his left arm. "Err, yeah."
The badger watched with a raised eyebrow as the otter stood on the tips of her toes and lifted her muzzle up to his armpit. Then she sniffed twice and let his musky scent fill her lungs. The next thing the Badger Lord knew, the otter was on the ground in front of him, planting her moist nose against his toes. He wiggled them a few times, and the otter growled as she switched back and forth between footpaws, sniffing them both over and over again.
"Um...is she always like this?"
Tessa laughed. "Ruches has always been into...musk. Let's leave it at that."
Ruches ignored Tessa and crawled in-between Urthquake's large legs, emerging from behind him. She got on her knees and found herself staring directly at the badger's tailhole. She leaned forward and planted her muzzle against the smelly opening, taking in the pungent odor.
"So how you wanna start this, dear Badger Lord?"
Urthquake scratched his stripe. "Well, um, I guess...you know. You could just...lie down and I'll do the rest?"
Tessa laughed out loud and teased the badger. "Oh dear! Don't tell me you've never done this before!"
"I have," Urthquake snapped. "Jus' not in a while..."
"Can you even get it up?"
Ruches stopped sniffing Urthquake's tailhole and snorted. "Stop bein' a cunt, Tessa. The Badger Lord here just needs a li'l 'elp is all..."
Urthquake was about to ask what Ruches meant when he yelped. He felt something wet along his tailhole, and it wasn't Ruches' nose. The Badger Lord yelped again as he felt the same wet feeling two more times. Then he blinked twice and started to calm down. He could feel the otter's saliva and began to understand what was happening. Ruches sniffed the badger's rump before she stuck out her tongue and licked his anus again. The Badger Lord relaxed himself and bent over slightly so Ruches would have a better view. Then he looked down at Tessa and grinned widely. A deep growl rose from his throat, and Tessa smirked as she looked at his member and saw it jolting and releasing some pre-ejaculate.
"Now there's the side of you I wanna see!"
Tessa got down on her knees in front of Urthquake, watching as the thick shaft grew to its full length and was inches from her muzzle. She reached forward and rubbed it a few times, squeezing the meat, admiring how tender and thick it felt. Then she opened her mouth and shoved the member inside, letting the shaft fill her cheeks. She mumbled and struggled to get the shaft inside, and by the time she did, Tessa was already slobbering. The otter started to move her head back and forth, panting and sucking on the penis, coating it with her saliva. All the while, Ruches was licking the badger's tailhole, moaning as she took in the heady odor and the equally robust taste. Urthquake moaned, a small strand of drool reaching the corner of his mouth and running down his chin. He observed the brown otter as she continued to perform fellatio, closing her eyes and massaging his testicles with her paws. But after being denied such a pleasure for such a long time, Urthquake didn't feel like waiting. He snarled and grabbed the back of Tessa's head, and then he thrust forward. Tessa's eyes grew wide and she gagged as the badger's penis was shoved to the back of her throat.
Urthquake began to grunt and snarl, rocking his hips as he thrust into the otter time and time again, filling her maw with his meaty member. Tessa kept gagging and grunting, realizing she took on more than she could chew. She instinctively bit down, grinding her teeth against Urthquake's shaft. But that only aroused him more, to the point where he nearly bellowed. He didn't seem to care that Ruches was still performing anilingus; he was more concerned about shoveling his shaft deeper into Tessa's throat. The badger paused and shuddered, feeling his penis throbbing inside the otter's mouth. He panted harshly as he thrust forward once, twice, thrice. Then the badger shut his eyes and snarled violently, his penis squishing as it was slammed even further into the otter's maw. Tessa's eyes grew wide and she mumbled, her esophagus and mouth quickly filling with badger seed. She spluttered, letting some of the white fluids dribble down her jaw. She tried to jerk her head backwards, but Urthquake's massive paws were still pressed against the back of her head. Urthquake let out a satisfied growl and opened his eyes after he came. He looked down at Tessa and let go of her head.
Tessa emitted a gurgled gasp as she immediately moved backwards, the semen erupting from her mouth and splashing onto the ground. She collapsed onto her back, coughing violently and spitting out the salty fluids that were smeared all over her muzzle and jaw. Urthquake smirked as Tessa tried to get over her coughing fit, and then he turned around and saw that Ruches had finished licking his rump. She stood up, and the badger tried to grab her. Ruches sidled to her left, twirling around so her back was to him. She bent over slowly, raising her thick tail and showing off her vulva and anus. Ruches rubbed her moist groin a few times and shook her rump, taunting the badger. He snarled and tried to grab her again, only for her to sidle again and hop backwards onto the table. The badger snapped his head in her direction and heard her giggle.
"Cummon, stripedog. Ye gotta be quicker than that!"
Urthquake licked his lips and approached the otter, panting heavily. She spread her legs, revealing her vulva again. Urthquake could smell the otter scent; he could see fluids dripping from her groin. He stood in front of her, towering the otter by at least one foot. Ruches could smell Urthquake's hot breath as he panted in her face. She could see him drooling, could see the saliva and semen still dripping from his penis. Urthquake snarled and grabbed Ruches roughly and stood close to the table. Then Ruches opened her mouth wide and moaned as he began to thrust into her...
Similar events were taking place all around Tearmann. Those who weren't sleeping or guarding the perimeter for the night were busy fornicating. Members of the Long Patrol were sodomizing other hares; otters were "presenting" themselves to the rugged, long-eared beasts; hedgehogs, otters, and moles all gathered together in a group with some hares, and they all proceeded to have sex with each other until everybeast was tired and sore. Many of them were trying to be quiet, fornicating far away from the main buildings so they didn't wake the babes. Others didn't care how vocal they were, and their moans and screams filled the air. Sergeant Issarck, for example, was lying on the ground, naked and moaning so hard it almost sounded like he was screaming. He couldn't even hear the otter who was riding him, grinding her vulva against his large erection. Even when he came, he couldn't help but moan with much exaggeration as he emptied his testicles. The sergeant panted and listened as the otter on top of him began to moan as well, her whole body shaking as she began to come. The hare felt her fluids gushing out of her, leaving his crotch completely wet with the vaginal fluids. Sergeant Issarck exhaled harshly and began to calm down, although the otter still played with him and kept rubbing her vulva against his gradually shrinking penis.
The galloper Floswirth was also having her own fun, pleasing herself with one of the sergeants. Floswirth was lying on the ground, her legs spread apart as the sergeant lied on top of her. The sergeant was positioned so that her muzzle was pressed against Floswirth's groin, and her groin and rump were planted firmly against Floswirth's face. Floswirth stared at the hare's backside, her face nearly smothered by it. She poked at the swollen labia with her muzzle and stuck out her tongue a few times, licking the vulva and taking in the fluids. At the same time, the sergeant licked Floswirth's vulva over and over again, blowing her hot breath against the genital organs. She took two fingers and spread the vulva open, exposing the clitoris and orifice with ease. The sergeant rubbed Floswirth's clitoris before leaning down and running her tongue along the vaginal opening. Floswirth couldn't even moan properly; the sergeant shifted so her rump was pressed against Floswirth's face now. The galloper reached up and grabbed the sergeant's hips, lowering her wide rump against her muzzle so she could jam her nose against the anus. Floswirth's eyelids lowered slightly as she inhaled, her chest inflating with the alluring, strong scent of the sergeant's behind. Then Floswirth stuck her tongue out and began to perform anilingus.
Becker was having all sorts of fun as well, his bare bottom exposed to the young corporal beside him. Neither of them was wearing trousers; their nether regions were exposed for each other to fondle and play with. Lillen heard a deep growl coming from the captain and smirked. She reached over and started to rub him, placing her paw on the fat, meaty part of his body. Becker looked down at where Lillen's paw was and grinned.
"I'm fine, Lillen. Just let the food digest on its own, wot!"
Lillen giggled as she continued to rub Becker's belly, listening to the pudge gurgle beneath his blue coat. She poked it a few times and smiled as the stomach rumbled again.
"I think it's cute."
"Wot? My stomach?"
Lillen wagged her short tail and blinked. "Of course, silly! It's like a giant, puffy pillow! Couldn't you see a babe jus' crawlin' over to you and laying their head on it?"
Becker looked down at his bloated gut and blinked. "I suppose it is quite large..."
Lillen giggled again and took her paw away from the captain's stomach. The hares went back to looking up at the sky as they sat on the tree branch high up in the air. Both of them had a clear view of Tearmann and a good portion of the surrounding forest. Most of the woods were concealed by the thick tree branches and leaves, but the branch they were sitting on was high enough for them to have a nice view of the stars and any avian creatures flying in the distance. The hares had their paws planted on the branch, with their legs dangling from the chunk of wood. Both of them sat silently, listening to the wind blowing as they swung their legs back and forth and felt the cool air against their footpaws. Becker sniffed and rubbed his muzzle while Lillen flicked her eyes at the captain for a brief moment and turned back to look at the stars.
"So wot happens after this?" she asked.
"Hmm?"
"This. After you retire, wot do you plan on doing? Got anybeast waitin' for you back home?"
"No."
Lillen blinked. "Not even family?"
"No." Becker shrugged. "After bein' with the Long Patrol for so long, this felt like my family. This is my family."
"Oh," said Lillen, on a somewhat depressing note.
Becker looked at the young corporal and blinked. "Wot about you? Got any family back home?"
"I had somebeast," she said, with a hint of anger in her voice.
"A mate?"
"No. Well, yeah, kinda. I had a fiancé. Things were goin' well, but...hmph."
"I'm assuming he passed away?"
"Y'know wot, I don't really wanna talk about it. It's in the past," she snapped.
Becker nodded. "All right."
The duo paused again and continued to look up at the stars, up until Lillen cleared her throat and struck up another conversation.
"So, wot was with you an' Saron?"
Becker rubbed his paws together for a moment before he sighed and shrugged. "She was...we were friends, that's all. She wasn't really like an ex-mate or ex-wife or anythin'. Just...it felt more like we were siblings, an' I was the older brother constantly teasing my younger sister."
Lillen chuckled. "Like Stanno and Morson?"
"Uh, no. At no point did I ever feel like I wanted to shove a rapier up my sibling's arse."
"So you two were just--"
"Friends, Lillen. ...Jus' friends. Nothing major."
Lillen looked down at the tree branch. Becker sighed and placed his paws on the branch, with his left one being only a few inches away from Lillen's. The hare flared her nostrils as she set her right paw down on the branch too. She thought about moving her paw sideways, slyly grasping Becker's fingers by mistake. But the corporal blinked and changed her mind. She moved her paw away and went back to looking up at the stars. That's when Becker shifted over on the branch and sat a little closer to the corporal, twiddling his thumbs.
"Um, Lillen?"
"Yes?"
The captain chuckled. "I don't suppose you'd mind rubbin' my stomach again, would you?"
Lillen looked at the hare's meek smile and wagged her tail. She chuckled and reached to her right, grabbing the hare's bloated gut so she could start massaging it again. Becker sighed softly and wagged his tail as the corporal rubbed his pudge. The two hares smiled at each other before they resumed looking up at the stars and relaxed on the cool night.
Lakler was already sweating profusely. The hare was naked, and so was the hedgehog who was lying on the ground beneath him. He panted heavily a few times before he grunted and removed his penis from the prickly beast's anus. She grunted, still on all fours and as sweaty as Lakler was. The hedgehog exhaled as she released most of Lakler's semen from her rump, the fluids dribbling out, along with a small amount of air. She slowly flipped herself over, looking up at the dark brown hare and the various black blotches along his fur.
"H-how...how did this happen...?" she asked, exhausted.
Lakler grinned as he let his dripping member flop down in-between his thighs. He began to circle the young, beautiful hedgehog who somehow ended up mating with a beast like Lakler.
"Opposites, m'dear. Ah know how ye pretty beasts are...ye spend all yer life smellin' fresh an' clean, tryin' to please the beasts around ya. Then ya see beasts like me, a putrid Northlander with no sense o' hygiene an' with all these battle scars 'round mah body! You see beasts like me, an' cannae help but wonder, 'Why? Wot makes this beast so...allurin' t'me?'"
Lakler got on the ground and started to crawl towards the hedgehog. "Yore a pretty beast, m'dear, smellin' fresher'n roses, lookin' shinier than grass with dew on 'em. Yore figure is...it's perfect! But now look at me...ah got more scars 'n' ah can count. Ah ain't bathed in at least a season! An' ah'm fine with eatin' rotten vittles right from a compost heap!"
Lakler was on top of the hedgehog now, drooling and licking his lips as he breathed deeply in the hedgehog's face.
"Mah arse has dried-up shit all 'round it. Mah crotch is coated with crusty seed. Mah body stinks o' dried-up blood, sweat and musk. But you donae care. Even now, as the stench o' mah hot breath fills yer lungs. You love the stink...dont'cha?"
The hedgehog breathed deeply as she flared her nostrils, taking in Lakler's foul breath with no complaints. Her vulva was still wet, the labia swollen since she hadn't come yet after Lakler sodomized her. The hare drooled on her face, and the hedgehog reached down and started to rub herself.
"Yes," she moaned.
Lakler snickered as he began to stand up. "Guid! That's very guid!"
"W...what are you doin'?"
"Why bother matin' with one o' us smelly beasts when you can be like one o' us?"
Lakler rubbed his penis for a brief moment and pointed it directly at the hedgehog. She started to rub her vulva faster, moaning as she waited for Lakler to ejaculate all over her body.
"Yes...keep going!"
Lakler chuckled. "M'dear, it's not the seed that ah treasure most..."
"What?"
Lakler didn't answer. He kept his penis pointed at the hedgehog. And then he started to urinate on her. The hedgehog shouted at first, surprised and repulsed at the same time. The hare moved his penis back and forth, hosing the beast down with his musky yellow fluids. His ears twitched as he saw his urine splashing against her body and running down her pristine physique. He even went as far as urinating on her face, watching as his bodily fluids splashed onto her muzzle and mandible. The hedgehog thought she'd start screaming. She thought she'd begin to vomit. Instead, she moaned shrilly and shoved two fingers within her vulva. Lakler kept grinning with amusement as the hedgehog played with herself. He noticed as she screamed and shuddered, her whole body convulsing moments before she began to release creamy vaginal fluids all over the ground. The hedgehog closed her eyes and panted as she reached her orgasm, moaning and feeling the warm urine running down her body. Lakler aimed for the hedgehog's groin and finished urinating, hosing down her vulva and washing away the fluids with his yellow waste. Once he finished, he walked back over to the hedgehog as she prepared to get up. Lakler gestured for her to lie back down, and she did.
"Oh, we ain't done yet, m'dear!"
The hedgehog looked up at Lakler before she saw him turn around and wave his short tail. Lakler then got on his knees, positioning himself in a crude way so that his posterior was planted firmly against the hedgehog's muzzle. The hedgehog let out a muffled noise as she was smothered with the odor coming from Lakler's fetid, unwashed behind.
"Now then, ah think it's time fer you to put that tongue a' yers to guid use!"
Not everybeast could have their fun, especially when they weren't old enough. Beside the main dining hall was a longhouse big enough to hold several beds inside. While all the older beasts were busy fornicating or sleeping, the babes and young ones were dressed in their nightclothes, whining and still wondering why they had to go to sleep early.
"But oi'm not tired, Drulra! See?! Oi'm woid 'wakee!" complained Morrvin.
The otter snorted. "You should be goin' to bed early anyway after what you did during the repast!"
"Oi zaid ee wurr 'n' accident!"
Jamey was standing against the wall, looking at the molebabe with a wide grin. "Trust me, nothin' that big is an accident."
An otter babe jumped into all the chattering. "What do they do outside anyways?"
Drulra shrugged. "Y'know. Stuff."
The otter blinked. "Stuff?"
"Yeah, stuff," interrupted Eve.
"What kinda stuff?"
"Adult stuff."
Kleewyn snorted and folded his arms. "I know what ya talkin' 'bout!"
Eve frowned and scratched her head. "Um...y-you do?"
"Yeah! Yer talkin' 'bout...kissees!"
Some of the young babes shouted out "ewww!" while Jamey grinned again, and Eve started to chuckle.
"Why, yes! That's...that's what they do, Kleewyn! They kiss! A lot!"
"Just not on the lips," murmured Jamey.
"Shut up, Jamey," Eve snapped.
"Do they do other thingies?" asked Kleewyn.
"Nope. They kiss, then go to sleep, something all you babes should be doin' right now," said Drulra.
"But I dun wanna kissee nobeast!" whined Kleewyn.
"That's not--" Drulra smacked her left paw against her forehead and huffed. "I meant you babes need to go to sleep now!"
"But you said the big beasts gotta kiss so they c'n go to sleep!"
"That is not wot I said!"
"C'n oi kissee Kleewyn?" asked Morrvin.
"NO! Why would you want to kiss him?!"
Kleewyn folded his arms again and scowled. "Are you sayin' I ain't handsome enough for a kiss?"
"OH MY--Jamey, Eve, you take over. My brain's gonna fuckin' explode if I keep goin' at this."
Drulra stomped over to the front door of the longhouse and sat down on her stool, rubbing her scalp. Jamey and Eve, meanwhile, smirked at each other as they stood in the middle of the building.
"All right then, since yer all up, everybeast get outta bed! We're gonna tell you a story!" said Jamey.
"YAAAAAY!"
"New story?!"
"Story time, story time, story time!"
All the young beasts hopped out of their beds and stood or sat down in front of Jamey and Eve.
"Wot's ee storee 'bout?" asked Morrvin.
"Hehe, we're gonna talk 'bout how all you babes came to be!"
"Shit," muttered Drulra.
Jamey scratched his cheek. "So one day, all yore fathers were walkin' around with their long, thick sticks dangling--"
"Jamey..." Eve rubbed her head. "We are not going to use a stick--"
"Yes, we are! 'Cos this is wot happens! So yore fathers were walkin', then one day, they met yore mothers, and they all had this...Eve, help me out here."
"I dunno! They had a large cake!"
"Yes, good! They had a large cake and it was freshly baked and hot and moist--"
"Stop," said Eve firmly.
"Well, it is!"
"What kinda flavour was it?" asked Kleewyn.
"Err, cherry."
Eve huffed and rolled her eyes. Jamey could see that Eve was getting irritated and started to hurry up.
"Uhhh, so yeah! Yore fathers all said, 'My! That's a lovely cake ya got there!' And then all yore mothers said, 'My! That's a love stick ya got there!' And...you continue, Eve."
The hedgehog shook her head and sighed. "So all your fathers stuck their sticks into your mothers' cakes over and over again. Then milk burst free from all their sticks."
"How does milk come from a stick?" asked Kleewyn.
"Don't ask questions; this story is already fucked up as it is."
Jamey continued. "So, several months after the milk was planted in the cake, we cut the cake wiiiiiide open, and all ye babes popped out!"
"End of story," said Eve, hoping Jamey wouldn't continue any further.
All the babes looked at each other with a confused glare, unsure of what just happened or what they heard.
"Um...so we all, um, came from cakes?" asked the otter babe from earlier.
"That's right, Genfley!"
"But oi thought cakes be bake ee oven!" shouted Morrvin.
Jamey scratched his head. "Well, yah, that's true. But these cakes are different from the ones you eat."
"How so?" asked Kleewyn.
"'Cos you're not supposed to eat these 'cakes,' Kleewyn," said Eve.
Jamey smirked and rubbed his nose. "Technically, you can--"
"I'M DONE!" Eve shouted, throwing up her paws in frustration.
Jamey chuckled as he watched Eve stomp over towards the corner of the house beside Drulra, sitting down and folding her arms with frustration. The rest of the babes all scooted closer to Jamey, still staring up at him with wide, curious eyes.
"Tell us 'nother storee, Jamey!" pleaded Kleewyn.
"All right, all right...I suppose I could tell you the story about the adventures o' Marcus the Thick an' his Great Big Stick!"
"Oh fer fuck's sake..." groaned Eve.
Elonv was enjoying himself just as much as anybeast else. He was standing in a secluded tent, panting and sweating as he thrust into the chubby, fresh-smelling otter who was currently on all fours. The hare was grinning, gritting his teeth as he slammed his shaft into her over and over again. The otter moaned, her vulva moist with fluids, her body tingling as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. Elonv could feel himself on the verge of exploding too. He started to slow down, panting heavily as he felt the fluids being transferred through the vas deferens. The hare shuddered and let out a strange snarling, dominant noise as he came. The otter released a high-pitched squeal and smiled with delight. She felt some fluids on her spine as Elonv began to drool. So much saliva was building up in Elonv's mouth that he coughed. The otter giggled and heard Elonv cough again, this time spraying his fluids onto the back of her head. The hare let out a strange, quiet moan, his knees suddenly giving out. Then the otter shouted when Elonv collapsed on top of her. The otter stopped moaning and began to grunt, feeling more saliva dribbling from the hare's mouth.
She had no idea that the saliva was blood, or that a knife was sticking out the back of Elonv's neck. The otter swore with annoyance as she started to roll his body off of her.
"Wot the hell, Elonv? Wot d'you--"
The otter shouted when she saw Elonv's lifeless, half-open eyes and the blood pouring out his mouth. She didn't even have time to shield herself with her paws before a rugged ferret stormed into the tent and slashed at her face with a long cutlass.
"Getcha...getcha...getcha..."
She couldn't see it, the looming shadow just outside the tent. At first it looked like nothing, merely a giant entity or some strange kind of beast. But then the beast turned his head and growled softly, blinking. Ozgin was still sleeping, her chest rising and falling as she rested and tried to recover her energy. The shadow was still outside; it gave off the appearance of a weasel's head. The head slowly formed into a menacing, wide grin. Then the shadow's mouth opened, revealing a set of eerie-looking serrated teeth. The weasel exhaled, his breath showing in the wind. He licked his teeth and giggled, taking out his dagger. Ozgin snorted and rolled over, opening her eyes and looking at the side of her tent. The shadow wasn't there anymore. The hare sniffed and rubbed her eyes before she lied back down on her bed. As she rested, her ears twitched multiple times. She groaned and stirred, hearing odd voices all around her.
"Gonna getcha...gonna getcha...gonna getcha..."
The voices were getting louder, more rampant. Ozgin grumbled and swore to herself, unable to block out the strange chanting. Eventually, she swore out loud and hopped off her bed, grouchier than ever.
"The fuck you idiots want?! I told ya I'm tryin' to sleep!"
Ozgin stepped towards the tent flaps as the noises suddenly stopped. She was just about to walk outside when a weasel burst through. Ozgin screamed as she felt a pain going through her abdomen. The weasel got close to her face, clutching his dagger tightly as he stabbed her.
"GOTCHA!" he snarled.
Ozgin grabbed the weasel's face and tried to shove him away, but the weasel removed his dagger and stabbed her in the stomach again. She stomped on his left footpaw and lashed at his eyes, turning away so she could go for her sabre lying beside the bed. She moaned and panted, dragging her footpaws over to the weapon as she held her bleeding torso. But then she found herself screaming and whining as the weasel grabbed her by the back of the head and ears. Ozgin screeched, reaching up to scratch at the weasel's paws. She swore and tried to elbow him, but missed time and time again. The weasel shoved Ozgin over to the table, and then he grabbed the back of her head again and slammed it into the wood twice, breaking her nose and causing her to bite her tongue. Ozgin coughed a few times shortly before the weasel stabbed her in the sides, just above the right kidney.
"Help..."
Ozgin's wounds were starting to get to her. Blood was running down her body profusely and dripping onto the ground, draining her of energy. The weasel stood behind the hare, breathing heavily as he kept her head pinned down. Ozgin whimpered as she smelled the weasel's putrid breath and felt saliva dripping onto her ears.
"Wot a pretty beast ye are..." he growled.
Ozgin screamed and sobbed again, clawing at the table, desperately trying to lift her head, trying to find something nearby to fend off the weasel. But the weasel didn't wait. Once he was in position, he struck hard and fast. Ozgin squealed, her eyes growing wide as the weasel thrust into her. Only, he wasn't using his elongated penis. He was using his dagger. The weasel grinned with delight as he shoved his dagger deep into Ozgin's anus, rupturing the hole entirely. The hare whimpered as she felt crimson gushing from her bottom. The weasel slowly removed his dagger, and then he stabbed her again. Ozgin shouted, tears streaming down her face as the blade went deep inside. The weasel licked his lips and inserted the blade into her two more times, sighing as he shuddered and saw Ozgin's blood dripping from her posterior. He twisted the blade, causing Ozgin to shriek in pain as the blade slowly tore through the flesh and muscles even further. The vermin abruptly took out his blade and exhaled. Then he grabbed Ozgin's head and violently shoved her over towards the bed. The hare collapsed, coughing, bleeding, and whimpering as more tears ran down her face.
Ozgin found her sabre. She whimpered and grabbed hold of it, flipping herself over and raising it, ready to slash at the weasel's face. But the weasel was ahead of the hare, and he already had his cutlass drawn the moment she got on the ground. He swung his weapon, swiftly chopping off Ozgin's paw. The hare didn't even scream. She just glanced to her left, shocked to see that her severed paw was still clutching the sabre. Ozgin whined as blood started to gush out of the gaping wound, at which point the weasel got on top of her. Ozgin began to scream for help, but the weasel quickly covered her mouth with one paw. He took a few deep breaths as he dropped his cutlass and switched back to his dagger. The weasel ran the blade along Ozgin's abdomen, sliding it all the way down until he reached the moist area between her thighs. Then the weasel grinned, and he promptly shoved his weapon inside her vulva. Ozgin let out a muffled squeal as she felt all her genital organs slowly being shredded by the dagger. The weasel panted heavily as he removed the blade and shoved it back inside her over and over again.
The hare couldn't scream or fight back anymore. All she felt was pain bombarding her incessantly, with no signs of stopping. Blood was coming out of her uncontrollably, especially from where her paw used to be as well as around her genitals. Once the weasel had his fill, he removed the blade and exhaled again calmly. The weasel blinked and slowly licked the blood off his blade, tasting all the fluids coming from Ozgin's body. The weasel was about to leave when he heard a faint gurgling whimper from Ozgin. She flicked her eyes at him and shed two more tears.
"Oh? Still alive, are ye? Let me rectify that!"
Ozgin gasped as the weasel planted the blade against her throat and sliced her neck open. There was nothing else she could do but gurgle as she began to choke on her own blood...
Urthquake was busy sodomizing Ruches while Tessa watched, moaning as she repeatedly rubbed her vulva. She flared her nostrils, taking note of an odd scent she hadn't noticed before. But she shrugged it off, figuring it was merely the odor of the sweat and musk coming from the aroused badger. The Badger Lord thrust his massive length into Ruches, holding onto her tightly, almost ready for another orgasm. Tessa had a side view of the two creatures, but her back was turned to the tent flap. Urthquake snorted and snarled, still gripping the otter as tightly as possible. Tessa's ears flicked as she heard leaves crunching and footsteps outside. The odor became stronger, almost overwhelming. The brown otter started to slow down, and eventually stopped. Somebeast walked inside the tent unannounced, wielding a cutlass. Ruches glanced at the tent's entrance out the corner of her eye and screamed. A slender ferret was standing behind Tessa.
"TESSA!"
Tessa turned around just when the ferret drove her sword into Tessa's scalp. Urthquake saw what happened and shouted. He quickly pulled out of Ruches, stumbling as he tripped over his own footpaws and fell on his back. The ferret kicked Tessa's body to the ground while Ruches panted and went right for the ferret. She tackled her down, shouting as she began to punch the ferret in the face. Two rats stormed into the tent, one wielding a crossbow, the other carrying a spear. Ruches shouted and threw herself off the ferret just when one rat fired an arrow at her. Urthquake bellowed as he grabbed the table, picking it up like it was a twig. Then he tossed it at the rat carrying the spear, bashing him on the head and cracking his skull. Ruches quickly got on top of the ferret again as the rat began to reload his crossbow. He was just starting to place the arrow inside when Urthquake grabbed him. The badger snarled viciously as he brought the rodent to his face. Then he opened his mouth wide as he bit down on the rat's left eyeball, crushing his eye socket and causing the eyeball to explode. The rat squealed and dropped his crossbow, shaking as the badger continued to bite, nearly removing a part of his face in the process.
Urthquake jerked his head backwards, blood spread all over his muzzle and tongue now. He tossed the rat's body to the ground just when Ruches managed to overpower the ferret. She had broken the ferret's wrist during their tussle, causing her to drop the cutlass. Ruches grabbed the sword and drove it into the ferret's neck, panting heavily and sweating. Ruches quickly removed the cutlass, her brain still rattled by everything that just happened. Urthquake spat blood on the ground, rubbing his muzzle and panting, just as confused as the black otter.
"What the fuck just happened?!" snarled the badger.
Ruches slowly stood up from the ground, looking at the vermin's bodies, as well as Tessa's. "She...w-wot--how? How'd they get in here?!"
Urthquake crouched down and looked at the rat whose eye had just been bitten out. Then he glanced at the other two corpses and noticed that their fur was pale, almost beige-colored. They carried a slight, salty scent on them and all three of them had blotches of dried-up blood all over their fur. Their clothing matched the environment; the rats were wearing fake patches of grass on their backs and the ferret had mud smeared all over her fur. Urthquake looked closely at the rodent's neck and saw a menacing tattoo of a large drop of blood that was hanging off the tip of a blade. Urthquake looked up at Ruches and huffed.
"Shit. He's got a mark of the Red Sand tribe on him."
"That's impossible--they-they never come this far from the coast!"
"It doesn't matter how far they travel. How'd they get inside Tearmann?! Doesn't Russell have guards--"
"EULALIAAAAAAA!!!"
Urthquake and Ruches gasped when they heard fierce shouting and blood-curdling shrieks coming from outside. They both hurried out of the tent and stared at the scene unfolding with wide eyes. All the hares were wide awake and no longer fornicating. They were either armed or fighting off a large pack of vermin with their bare paws. Some of the Tearmannians had joined in on the fight, wielding their weapons half-dressed, clad in nightclothes, or completely naked. Others were running from the vermin or crawling away from them, hoping they wouldn't be mercilessly slaughtered like the various beasts who were dying around them. Urthquake didn't know how the tribe had gotten here, or how they managed to breach the community's defenses. But everything was clear to the Badger Lord now.
Tearmann was under attack, and now was the time to fight.