Eulalia! the other half
A band of two badgers, a squirrel, a hare, and several shrews, battle against Vizka Longtooth and the dreaded Brownrats. After a long battle, our heroes are low on food. The war has yet to begin.
"Hello," a voice greeted. Gorath spun around, wielding Tung, his pitchfork. He saw it was only Salixia, and not vermin. "What are you doing up? Everyone else is asleep," He said. "I could ask the same," Said Salixia, whose name meant willow in an ancient badger tongue. It was an accurate reference to her slim figure. "I was watching the rats' camp," Answered Gorath. "Their fire is burning low," "Either they're asleep, or they've realized how stupid their trick is," Salixia muttered. "What trick?" Gorath asked. "The one Tabura told us about," She replied. Tabura was an ancient badger who had taken the recently deceased healer's place at Redwall. The trick Salixia was referring to was an old failure. The rats would ambush in the night, leaving a few to keep the fire up. This would supposedly give the illusion that they were at camp, awake, when any sensible creature would be asleep. "Tabura loves the simple things in life, doesn't he?" Salixia said. "Like our suppers tonight. I was hungrier when I finished than before I started," Gorath jested. Then he noticed the crazy shine in Salixia's eyes. "I have something you can snack on." She said suggestively. Gorath took off his torn clothes in reply. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, clad only in fur. "Anyone could wake up and see us." "Then we'll slip off before anyone does," Salixia presumed, her white stripe shining in the moonlight, down her head, then slipping off into onyx fur. The female badger led them down into forest, towards the river Moss. She slowly took off her battered garments and walked away, goading Gorath to follow. When she stopped at the riverbank, and then sat down on a stone, waiting for Gorath to catch up. When he did, Salixia watched him edge closer nervously. A paw's length away from him, she leaned over and lick his testes. Surprised, Gorath jumped back, but not for long. He came back, and Salixia sucked his testicles. She let go and became a bit more ambitious. She opened her mouth, and slid it over an erecting penis. Salixia started slowly, then started oscillating faster, until her head was a blur, a piston attached to a fleshy mass. She finally stopped, semen dripping out of her mouth. "How was that?" Salixia asked, becoming more and more lustful. "Amazing. Want me to return the favor?" Gorath replied. Salixia, rather than answering, laid down and spread her legs, revealing a new world to her mate, who hastily explored it. Gorath slowly licked the clitoris hanging above the rest. A small bit of juice leaked out of Salixia's vulva. She moaned, and he started licking faster. As she neared her first orgasm, Gorath pushed his snout in Salixia's pussy. He tasted her walls of pink, smooth skin and licked her unbroken hymen. The essence blasted him in the face, but he didn't care. Gorath sat up, and mounted Salixia. He prodded the vagina with his 4 inch penis. "Are you ready to break your virginity?" He asked. "Yeeess," Salixia moaned, and Gorath thrust his hips forward, sheathing his sword to the hilt. He pulled the penis out and thrust again as the one time virgin screamed. He pumped faster and faster until a large load of semen burst into the vagina. Salixia moaned. Gorath switched from the vagina to the anus, and Salixia's noise increased. He pumped until he looked up. There, in front of him was a band of Brownrat ambushers, sniggering lightly at the badgers' sex. Gorath nudged Salixia and whispered their problem. They got up running. The race was on. Spewing cum, the pair raced back to where their clothes lay. They hastily slipped on garments and ran back to the camp, each dressed in the other's outfit. Rangval, the rogue squirrel, and Maudie, a hare, set out to find what they thought were wounded comrades. They had suspected that Gorath had escaped to avenge his grandparents' death, had been overtaken by Bloodwrath, and seriously injured. Bloodwrath was a curse, set upon most badgers. They would be overcome with rage and have at least three times the strength of a normal badger. The two parties met in the woods just below the plateau. This caused much confusion, but lead to racing towards the camp. Gorath grabbed Tung, and stabbed the first rat in sight. The rest backed off and Gorath followed. He chased them back to the vermin camp, picking them off one by one. He saw his last two targets, a fat Brownrat who was in the party, and the golden fox, Vizka Longtooth. He stabbed the only non-badger witness to his sex and thrust Tung at the mighty Vizka. The fox leapt at him with surprising agility, teeth gnashing, going in for the kill... when Salixia grabbed his leg from behind. The fox and the badger grappled for seconds... when Salixia pulled down Vizka's pants and gave the fox a blowjob. Vizka was distracted for a moment, but it was enough time for the pitchfork to be jabbed at his throat, killing him the instant he ejaculated. Back at the camp, Gorath walked with Salixia to the river, and left the bloody Tung at the shore for a long, fulfilling yiff.