Redwall: Behind the Bushes, Part 2
#18 of Redwall: Behind the Bushes
This is based on Redwall by Brian Jacques. The young mole Burrem at the end of Salamandastron, the prequel to Redwall, is revealed to be Foremole in this story.
All characters are (c) the author.
A mole, who was once known as Burrem but now is called by his title Foremole, was spying on the foxes. He knew not to trust them. His grandmother Arula, who had taught him much growing up through stories, was a trustworthy source of information on foebeasts such as foxes.
Foremole stealthily watched from behind a tree as Chickenhound the fox got into a tent with his mother Sela. He couldn't see everything, but he was good at hearing.
"I'm ready for you, son," said Sela.
Chickenhound took off his clothing, and began to embrace his naked mother. He grabbed her motherly breasts, and started licking them. She moaned as he started caressing her hips, working his way towards her buttocks. Then, they both got on the ground. Chickenhound put his sonly penis into Sela's motherly vagina, the same vagina he left when he was born.
Foremole was shocked to hear the moaning and passion coming from the tent, but this aroused him. His digging claws were short, but long enough to reach his penis. He got closer to the tent, and peeked in. Luckily, the mother and son foxes did not see him. Foremole began to stroke his mole member while watching the incestuous foxes in action. He tried his best to keep quiet, but accidentally let out, "burr hurr!" He then ran and hid behind a bush.
"What was that?" asked Sela, while her son was still in her.
"Oh, probably just the wind," Chickenhound said. "Let's continue, sexy mama." The two foxes continued with their sex. Relieved, Foremole went back to watching them, and resumed masturbating.
"Chickenhound!" yelled Sela as she was peaking her orgasm. Foremole was startled, but continued stroking himself.
"I'm cumming, mother!" Chickenhound responded punningly. Then, spurts of fox spooge squirted into the very mother who bore him. His knot was still in her, and they remained tied as they got up on all fours. At the same time, Foremole squirted his mole seed all over his digging paw and belly.
Foremole immediately put his tunic back on and quickly went back to the Abbey. He was not sure what to tell the others, but he spotted the badger mother Constance at the Abbey gates. "Oi was a-spoiyen' on the foxers," Foremole said to Constance.
"What were they doing, Foremole?" asked the badger mother.
"You'm don't be a-wanten to know," said Foremole.
"What is that you spilled on your belly?" asked Constance.
"Bu hurr, Oi've been a-sneezin'," said Foremole.
Constance was not easily fooled. She pieced it together. The mole said she wouldn't want to know what the foxes were doing, and Foremole clearly had semen on his belly. "Foremole, it's okay if you were masturbating," said Constance. "Everybeast does it."
Foremole blushed in embarassment. "Oi'm sorry oi loid," he said.
"I understand your embarassment," said Constance. "I caught Matthias in the act. First I heard him say, 'horse, horse!', and that's when I looked to see his paw to his, you know."
"Whoi wud 'ee say 'orse?" asked Foremole.
"I think he had a certain fascination with the horse that those dirty rats were carting," said Constance. "But she's long gone now. Must have went back towards the east."
"Oi wud have loiked t' see this 'orse," said Foremole.
"Perhaps you can someday if she comes back," said Constance. "Dinner's ready, let's come back inside."
So Foremole and Constance went back into the Abbey.