Redwall: Felldoh and Brome - Secret Meetings
#14 of Redwall
Celandine watched from behind a bush near the campground of the Rambling Rosehip Players. She could see the big, strong squirrel of her dreams gathering firewood, his muscles hard and glistening with sweat as he labored away. She decided to go into action. Knowing that he was completely unaware of her presence, she decided to sneak up on him. Tip toeing quietly behind him, she waited until he placed a load of firewood down before she sprang into action. The young squirrel maid tapped on his shoulder, and Felldoh quickly spun around to see Celandine fluttering her long, feminine eyelashes at him. He snorted.
"What do you want, Celandine?"
She moved a paw up to his chin. "Oh, not much, just a big handsome squirrel to keep me company at a certain time."
Felldoh's eyes narrowed, annoyed at her antics. "Just what certain time would that be, may I ask?"
Celandine rolled her eyes. "Felldoh, are you that clueless? I'm asking you to go to bed with me!"
Felldoh shook his head. "No," he said flatly.
Celandine stomped her foot down. "Well, why not? Are you going to stand there and tell me you don't find me attractive?"
"Well, I . . ." Felldoh stumbled, trying to think of something, anything to tell her.
"Felldoh, I just don't understand you. No male could resist my charms, and you know it!"
Felldoh's patience had run out. "Look, I don't have time to play your silly games, Celandine. Why don't you help me with some of the chores?"
Stomping her foot down, the female squirrel threw a fit. "I shouldn't have to help with chores, I'm too pretty! And you, Felldoh Squirrel, there's something wrong with you!" She then stormed off, leaving Felldoh shaking his head in disbelief.
"I just don't get him, Trefoil," complained Celandine as she was brushing her fur in her tent. "What do I have to do to get him to sleep with me?"
"Maybe you should just tackle him and rip his clothes off?" she said, half jokingly.
Pulling some matted fur out of her brush, Celandine snorted angrilly. "Don't think I haven't thought of that! What's wrong with him? I finally found the right one, and he wants nothing to do with me! It's not fair, it's not fair!" The squirrel maid started sobbing, and Trefoil came to her aid. Hugging and comforting her.
"Don't feel bad, honey. To be honest, he turned me down too!"
Forgetting her tears momentarily, Celandine turned and hugged Trefoil. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't realize that you were after him as well."
"It's alright, I guess we're just not his type."
"He must have very peculiar taste," pondered Celandine. "I wonder if maybe Brome would know what he looks for in a mate?"
Trefoil brightened up. "Hey, that's a great idea. If we can get Brome to tell us what Felldoh finds appealing, we could change for him!"
"I wouldn't even mind sharing him with you, if that's alright with you," inquired Celandine.
"Oh, I'm sure there's plenty of Felldoh to go around, and Brome would be the perfect beast to ask. You know, he's always hanging around Felldoh, so they're obviously best friends."
"Yeah, you know, there's been a few times I've seen them sneaking off late at night. I wonder what they're up to?"
Celandine shrugged. "Who knows, probably some secret plan of theirs."
"It must be pretty secretive, they looked very suspicious when I saw them venture off, like they didn't want anyone to know what they were doing or where they were going. It's as is they . . ." Trefoil's sentence trailed off as a new idea popped into her mind. She looked over at Celandine, who was obviously thinking hard.
"Celandine, you don't think they're . . . you know, that way?"
Celandine shook her head laughing. "What? No . . ."
"What's wrong?" asked Trefoil.
The squirrel maid flared her nostrils, recalling what had taken place earlier in the day. "I asked him if he found me attractive, and you know what? He wouldn't say yes or no! I think maybe there's something he's not telling us, Trefoil!"
"I think we need to do some investigating, Celandine!" The two females then decided they would lie in wait tonight to see if Felldoh and Brome ventured out for a secret meeting.
Night had fallen in the woods, and both Celandine and Trefoil were lying perfectly still in their tent, watching silently, patiently to see if the two males ventured off. It might be a long wait. If the girls suspicions were true, then the two would wait until everyone in camp was asleep.
With a full moon out, Celandine could easily see the familiar figure of Felldoh climbing out of his tent, with Brome right behind him. The two males looked around frantically, making sure no one was awake, then scampered off in a southern direction. Confident that the mouse and squirrel were far enough away, Celandine motioned Trefoil to follow her out of the tent and get on Brome and Felldoh's trail.
The full moon was a double-edged sword; while the girls could easily see Brome and Felldoh far ahead of them, it was just as likely that should either of them make a sudden, loud noise, they would turn around and easily spot the female squirrels. Determined to find out their activities, Celandine and Trefoil were careful to the point of paranoia; making sure to walk without a sound. Not a twig was broken or so much as a leaf rustled as they kept a safe distance behind the two males.
Suddenly, Felldoh and Brome came to a clearing just big enough to have a small picnic in, and stopped. Instantly, the two females stopped their pursuit and hid behind a hollow log that seemed to be placed there for their convenience. Careful not to even breathe to hard, the girls poked their heads up just far enough to see what was going on. So still was the night, they had no trouble hearing Felldoh as he spoke.
"Are you ready, Brome?"
"Yes, Felldoh. I'm ready."
With that, the two males tore away their clothes and stood before each other naked. No sooner had the two females spotted this when they realized their guess had been true. Surprised as they were, they couldn't take their eyes off of the males, especially Felldoh, who just so happened to be sporting a massive erection.
"I'll take care of that for you, Felldoh," said Brome.
The mouse dropped to his knees. Opening his mouth, he took in a generous length of Felldoh's cock. The squirrel groaned, closing his eyes and exhaling as the mouse sucked him off. Sounds of slurping filled the night air as Brome hungrily sucked away on Felldoh's dick. So overcome with lust was the big squirrel, that he actually picked Brome up, and holding him upside down, licked away at the mouse's tailhole, all the while Brome continued sucking away. Now the sound of two beasts sucking and licking could be heard. Celandine and Trefoil continued watching, stunned, completely unable to speak as the they watched Felldoh place the mouse down on his back, lift his legs up, and enter his tailhole. Slowly went the thrusting, but quickly picked up as Brome begged for more and more from his partner. All the two females could think of was how Brome could endure such a pounding with the squirrel hood nautre had blessed him with.
Brome, flopping up and down from the sex, pulled hard on his own cock, trying to get himself to cum. Felldoh closed his eyes, clenching his teeth, he went at break neck speed, wanting to climax badly.
"Here it comes, Brome!"
The two females watched as the males climaxed together, with Brome shooting his seed all over himself, while Felldoh's seed filled up Brome's insides and leaked onto to the forest ground. Still inside the mouse, Felldoh lowered his head and kissed Brome.
"Wow, that was the best ever, Brome. I don't think that . . .what the?"
Felldoh turned his head, and saw Celandine and Trefoil making their way towards him. Pulling out of the mouse, who yelped from the sudden motion, Felldoh stood up, covering his crotch with his tail.
"What are you two doing here?" he asked angrily.
"Just wondering why you wouldn't be with either of us," admitted Trefoil.
"Don't worry, we figured it out," said Celandine, her voice dripping with disgust.
Felldoh growled. "I hope you two are happy, Brome and I were just trying to spend some private time together, and you had to disturb us!"
Celandine, easily the angrier of the squirrel maids, continued berating Felldoh. "I can't believe you, Felldoh. You're handsome, strong and could have any female you want! Yet you chose to be with other males!"
Trefoil decided to try a gentler approach. "Felldoh, maybe you're just confused? Don't you realize you should like females?"
Felldoh shook his head. "But I don't like females, I like males!" He grabbed hold of Brome, who had looked as though he might die of fright. "You two should be ashamed at yourselves!"
Celandine tried Trefoil's approach. "Maybe she's right. Maybe you are confused, Felldoh."
The big squirrel shook his head. "What do I have to do to convince you I'm gay. Here, I'll be blunt. I'm in love with Brome. We like to such each other's penises and copulate anally! Is that enough for you?" With that Felldoh and Brome collected their clothes and headed back to the campsite.
Celandine and Trefoil just stood there, still in shock and now beginning to realize what they had done.
"Wow, we should have left them alone, huh, Celandine?"
Celandine, looking at the ground. "Yes, all we did was make them feel ashamed of who they are, and for what?"
Silence again. Celandine started to head back to the camp, but she felt Trefoil tapping on her shoulder.
"What is it, Trefoil?"
"Have you ever, you know wondered what it would be like to be with the same gender?"
"What are you . . ."
Celandine turned around to see a devious look on Trefoil's face. She opened her mouth to speak, but Trefoil put a paw to her mouth, urging Celandine to be quiet. The realization of what Trefoil wanted finally hit Celandine, and much to Trefoil's delight, she gave back an equally devious smile. They looked into each other's eyes loongingly, both of them thinking the same thing.
Who needs a male around anyway?