FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The characters portrayed therein and original concept were created by Brian Jacques and are owned by the Redwall Abbey Company Ltd. (UK) A note to all Redwall Fans; PLEASE, DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!! I AM NOT ASSUMING ANYTHING!! But come Monday morning....- The Author * = Fanny - English slang for pussy (not bottom!)

The night was quiet and still. Shadows were cast on the ground of Mossflower wood as the moon bathed the foliage in it's gentle yet ethereal glow. Amber was true to her word. That night, she had helped Martin sneak out of the abbey just as the stars were beginning to show. She had led the mouse to a secret meeting spot where she and her lover, the otter-maid Riversong, would meet. "We're here," Amber said, as her and Martin arrived at a small clearing in the forest. "Where are they?" Martin asked. "I mean, your courier did say that both Timbalisto and Riversong were going to meet us here?" "I have yet to say the pass-phrase," Amber explained. "Pass-phrase?" "Of course. You would prefer that your relationship with Timbal remain a secret?" Martin nodded in reply before Amber started whispering loudly into the overgrowth. "I used to think the day would never come..." Silence ensued. Amber said the pass phrase again, slightly louder this time. There was a pause before the counter phrase was given; "Until I saw the warming glow of the morning sun." Amber's heart leaped with joy as a radiant otter-maid emerged from the overgrown vegetation. She rushed and embraced the otter maiden, "Riversong! My love!" The two maidens locked their mouths together in a kiss. Martin smiled at the two, he then felt a paw on his shoulder. Martin spun around, his paw instinctively reaching for the grip of his sword. "I hope you're not planning on using that during sex!" Martin relaxed his grip on his weapon and smiled deeply as he locked snouts in passion with Timbalisto. "When I was told of your exile from Redwall, my heart felt like breaking," Martin said as they stopped kissing. Timbalisto embraced Martin firmly, "Aww. Poor Stud! But don't worry, I'm here now." "Would you two like to come nude swimming with us?" Riversong asked. "Actually, I do have an evening planned for me and Martin. Perhaps another time?" Timbalisto compromised. Amber nodded, "Alright. You two go and enjoy yourselves." She then turned to Riversong, "As for you... That water does sound inviting. Hehehe." With that both otter and squirrel maid walked paw in paw to the banks of the river Moss. "C'mon you," Timbalisto said to Martin. "Let's get to the warren. I can't wait to show you what I've done with the place," he said as both him and Martin walked holding paws to their love nest. * Martin was already erect as Timbal unlocked the door to the old rabbit warren and stepped inside. As soon as Martin entered, Timbal slammed the door shut and seized his lover. Their snouts were joined in passion. "It's so good to see you again, Stud," Timbalisto said as he broke the kiss, looking into Martin's eyes. "I love you so much," said Martin. Timbalisto smiled before taking him by the paw and leading him into the bedroom. The candles of the warren were all lit. "Did you keep the bed warm?" Martin asked. "Of course," Timbalisto replied. They both joined their snouts in passion. Martin started to grope at Timbalisto's crotch. Timbalisto held his lover's paw in place and broke the kiss. "What's wrong, Sexy Paws?" "Follow me," Timbalisto said as he took Martin by the paw and lead him to the warrens' sitting room where the bath tub was sitting. Timbalisto then pointed to the chest, tucked away behind the bath tub. "What's in it?" Martin asked. "Wanna have a bit of fun?" "Sure," Martin replied. Timbalisto pulled the chest out and opened it. It was full of what appeared to be clothes. "Dip in, Stud. Tell me what you think." Martin knelt down in front of the chest and started to rummage through the assortment of garments. A petticoat, a wimple - like the ones Redwall sisters wore - a long dress and female underpants - pink, laced with frills going down the legs. Martin looked at the garments confused. "Well?" Timbalisto asked. "Well what?" "What do you think?" "I'm a bit lost for words here. Why have you got a trunk full of mouse maid garments?" "I thought you'd look really cute in them, Stud." Timbalisto explained. Martin looked at his lover in disbelief. "You are pulling my leg!" Martin exclaimed. "What's the matter? Scared?" "I don't know, Timbal. It seems very strange..." Timbalisto folded his arms. "Oh I see," he began. "You'll let me suck your dick, rim your tail hole, tie you up, blindfold you and then let me shag you up the arse. But as soon as I ask you to wear something a little different, you have second thoughts. I thought we were starting to accept who we are. I thought you were starting to accept who you are." Martin rose off the floor of the warren, "I have no trouble accepting my sexuality." Martin then held up the pair of frilly knickers, "But this is totally different." "How?" Timbalisto asked. Martin paused trying to come up with a reasonable argument. Timbalisto relented, he put his paw around Martin and held him close, kissing him on the cheek. "Sorry Martin. I thought we could do something different. Keep our love fresh in the bedroom. But if you feel uncomfortable, we don't have to." Martin started to think. Timbalisto did have a point. He would let his lover do things that only a few seasons ago would have been unimaginable. However, Martin started to think of how worthwhile it had all been. Martin took Timbalisto's paw and kissed it gently. "Will it please you?" "Of course, Stud," Timbalisto replied, stroking Martin's whiskers lovingly. "All right," Martin answered. "I'll dress up for you." Timbalisto smiled and joined his snout with Martin's. * Martin started to undress in front of his lover as Timbalisto started unpacking the garments. In little time Martin was standing before his lover naked, his semi erect member bobbing up and down. He threaded his foot-paws in the legs of the frilled knickers and pulled them up around his waist. "Try to keep your willy tucked in Martin," Timbalisto said as he helped Martin on with the petticoat. Timbal took a step back and examined Martin. "So far, so good. Didn't really notice how broad your shoulders are!" Martin chuckled in reply as he pulled his arms and head through the long flowing dress. Timbalisto then helped fasten the wimple around Martin's head, before sprinkling him with some sweet smelling water. Timbalisto took a step back from Martin and looked him up and down. "How do you feel?" He asked. "Strange," Martin replied. Timbalisto chuckled at his lover, who was blushing heavily. "Could you talk like a mouse maid?" "I'll give it a try," said Martin, trying his best to compose himself. "Oh my! A visitor," said Martin, trying his best to put on a soft, feminine voice. It was enough for Timbalisto, who immediately entered into the role play. "Sorry to intrude, Miss. I believe I was expected," "It's always nice to get visitors, kind sir," "You may call me Timbalisto, Miss..." "Marigold," Martin replied in his soft voice, still blushing when he gave Timbalisto his female name. "Marigold... such a pretty name for a pretty girl," said Timbalisto as he bowed. Martin giggled and curtsied, "Why thank you, Master Timbalisto!" Timbalisto chuckled and walked over to Martin and stared into his eyes, "Are you lonely, Miss Marigold?" "A little," Martin replied, getting the hang of his mouse maid voice. "Ever known the touch of a male?" "Once," "Did you enjoy it?" "It hurt..." Martin said as Timbalisto started sniffing the air around Martin, savouring the sweet smelling aroma. "You smell nice. If I didn't know any better, I would wager you were expecting someone," said Timbalisto. "Maybe I was..." said Martin, his snout connecting with his lover's in a deep, warming kiss. Martin groped at his lover's crotch, feeling the girth. Martin also felt his own erection developing, trying his best to keep it tucked away under the knickers, but with no success. "How may I please you?" Martin blurted out. Timbalisto smiled, "My, my Miss Marigold! You act quickly," "Don't you appreciate a girl who's impatient?" "I was expecting to get to know you a little better," with that, Timbalisto groped at Martin's crotch. Martin moaned lightly into his lover's ear, before getting on his knees and unbuttoning the gusset of Timbalisto's trousers. Martin grasped the erect shaft firmly. "This is why I'm impatient. It's beautiful, it's strong..." He said, before his mouth enveloped the shaft and he began to pleasure his lover in his well rehearsed way. As his lover suckled, Timbalisto pumped Martin's mouth gently with his penis. Martin pulled Timbalisto's trousers around his ankles and started fondling the furry sac. "Miss Marigold! Ah! By the fur, you're a good cock-sucker!" Martin stopped and smiled. "I've had a good teacher," he winked, before licking up and down the warm, stiff length. "Miss Marigold, would you accompany me to the bedchamber?" "Of course, Master Timbalisto," Martin said seductively. The pair walked holding paws into the bedchamber. The candles were all lit in preparation. The shadows danced on the walls as the lovers brought their snouts together in passionate bliss. "Take off your knickers," Timbalisto demanded. "Perhaps Master Timbalisto would like to do it for me?" Martin winked. Timbalsito smiled before he bent Martin over the bed and lifted the hemline of the long dress up over Martin's rear. He then pulled down the laced, pink underwear around Martin's ankles. He then spanked Martin's rear lightly before getting on his knees and pulling apart the cheeks, exposing the anus. "I'm gonna lick your fanny out!" With that, Timbalisto stuck his snout in-between Martin's cheeks and licked and lapped ravenously at the anus. Martin blushed furiously and moaned. "Ohhhhh! Master Timbalisto! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Martin could feel the ache in his groin from his erection. The pre ejaculate seeped from the tip. Timbalisto reached under Martin and grasped at his shaft, masturbating him gently and coating the shaft in sticky fluid. "You're so wet and I've barely touched you, Marigold," Timbalisto exclaimed. "Master Timbalisto knows how to get a mouse-maid all excited!" Martin winked. As Timbalisto leaned over Martin, he could feel his lover's erect shaft nestle in-between his buttocks. Timbalisto nibbled gently at Martin's neck. "I'm going to get naked, Marigold. Would you care to join me?" "Why, of course, Master Timbalisto!" Martin replied as his lover allowed him to get up. * Timbalisto shed himself of his garments and set about helping Martin out of his. They both sat on the bed, naked as nature and kissed. With the role play finished, Timbalisto commented on Martin's performance. "I loved it when you called me Master," he said. "Can I keep thewimple on?" Martin asked. "Of course... Marigold! Hehehe," Timbalisto chuckled. "I shall have to call you Master from here on in," Martin smiled. "You do know if you call me Master, it means you are now my subordinate... and you would have to obey me," he winked. "I have a feeling you'll be more merciful than other "masters" I've served," Martin winked back in reply. "I'd do everything in my power to please you... Master!" Martin seemingly spat the word at Timbalisto. As to challenge him. Timbalisto showed no hesitation in empowering his dominance. "Bend over the bed!" He demanded. Martin did as he was bid and got on his knees, leaning over the bed. Timbalisto knelt behind him and started squeezing his lover's buttocks. Suddenly, he delivered a quick slap. Martin groaned, not in pain, but out of a source of carnal delight. "Like that?" "Uh-huh!" Martin exclaimed. Timbalisto slapped Martin's rump a second time. This time harder. Martin groaned in ecstasy. "You're nothing but a filthy

faggot!" Timbalisto berated, before he slapped again. He then put a single claw in his mouth and eased it up Martin's rectum. "Cock-sucker!"

_ Slap!_ The inserted claw helped to heighten Martin's sexual stimulation and he groaned loudly again, the

wimple shagging in his eyes. Timbalisto withdrew his claw. "Get on the bed!" Martin did so, as his lover knelt beside him on the bedclothes. The erect flesh bobbing up and down in front of Martin's face. "You want it?"

"Yes please, Master!" "Tell me how much you want it!" Timbalisto demanded. "Please Master," Martin pleaded. "I want it in my mouth...." "In your mouth? You wanna suck on it?" "Yes Master!" "Beg for it! Beg for my dick!" "Please Master... gimme!" Martin pleaded. Timbalisto allowed Martin to engorge on his warm length, sucking greedily upon it. As Martin sucked, Timbalisto grasped Martin's shaft and masturbated him. "Ahhhh! C'mon faggot, work it! Mmmmmmm! Oh yes!" Martin responded by using more motions with his tongue. Timbalisto groaned and panted, before he started to berate Martin by giving him new lustful titles. "Martin the cock-sucker! I think that suits you. Martin the deviant! No, too melodramatic. I know, from now on your new title is 'faggot'. Martin the Faggot! The perfect name for my Stud!" Martin stopped sucking and smiled, "I like it." "Do you?" "Yes Master," "What's your title?" "Faggot," said Martin, gripped in a tide of lust. "Excellent, my Stud is learning his place. I think, he deserves a reward," Timbalisto said, as Martin lay back on the bed. Timbalisto traced his paws over Martin's chest, the nipples were erect. Timbalisto brought a claw over the left and started to flick. Marting groaned lightly. "Ahhhhh! Harder, please." Timbal brought his lips to Martin's nipple and made motions with his tongue. Martin lay on the bedclothes, letting the ecstasy hit his senses in waves. He winced and groaned in pleasure. "My Stud like this?" "Yes, Master," Martin panted in reply as he tried to adjust his headpiece. "On your knees, Martin the Faggot!" Martin did as Timbalisto commanded. Timbalisto took the phial of oil and poured in-between Martin's arse-cheeks, before he started to work the hole with two claws. Martin gasped and strained as he felt the claws wriggling inside him. Timbalisto removed them and teased Martin's hole, by rubbing the head of his penis against it. He then covered his shaft in oil. Timbalisto then pushed a little harder and inserted his glistening shaft. Martin blushed furiously as he was penetrated. Timbalisto then started to make slight thrusting movements with his hips, moving his flesh up and down inside Martin's rectum. Martin felt his cock screaming for the release of his paw, but he tried to resist and just enjoy the sex for a change. Martin could feel the poking against his prostate. He closed his eyes, a big grin across his flushed features. Just then, Martin could hear the door to the warren being opened and suddenly became alert. "It's Ok, Stud. Just a friend." * Martin turned his head towards the bedroom door. And in little time it opened and in walked Riversong, her clothes were slung over her shoulder. She put them down on the floor and approached the bed naked. The otter then sat at the headboard and opened her legs, displaying her pink vulva to Martin. The otter maid brought a webbed paw to her vaginal lips and started to tease herself. "Mmmm, the great Martin getting sodomized. I've never felt so aroused in all my life!" Martin smiled and blushed, but the pleasure of Timbalisto pounding him made him moan out loud. The otter maid then laid back and started masturbating with enthusiasm. "Mmmm! Oh...AH! Now Martin! I'm gonna spunk... inside... Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh!!!!" A jet of semen erupted from the mouse's tip. Martin could feel the squirting sensation as Timbal orgasmed into his rectum. Timbalisto held his erection inside Martin for a few more moments, panting heavily. He delivered a sharp spank to Martin's buttocks and then slowly withdrew himself. He then turned to Riversong, "All yours," he smiled. The otter maid got in between Martin's cheeks and started to tongue the swollen, slightly gaping anus. "What's she doing?" Martin asked. Timbal lay on his side on the bed, "You see, Stud, Riversong is... how can I explain this? An admirer of yours." "She had this fantasy ever since she first heard of you," said Amber as she entered the bedroom naked and with her clothes over her shoulder. "Riversong has never know the touch of a male and she'd like her first time to be with you," the squirrel continued, before she joined Timbalisto on the bed. Martin strained, trying to push every last drop of Timbal's semen out of his rectum. Riversong was licking the warrior's orifice ravenously, trying to consume every drop of mouse spunk. "I think that should be the last of it," said Martin panting. The mouse then got off the bed and sat on the floor, presenting his semi-erect member. Riversong sat next to him and Martin eyed her up and down. She was radiant in the muzzle and face, large supple breasts with large and erect nipples, a curved torso that tapered into a pert waist and buttocks. The crowning feature, a pink and supple vulva. The labia and hood of the clitoris were puffed out and moist. The otter maid was aroused and longing for the mouse's body. Martin looked down at his crotch, his penis was so erect it started to ache. Riversong lay on her back, with her legs wide apart. Martin looked to Timbal, his lover smiled at him as Amber started to stroke and caress Timbal's slim yet muscular frame. "Go on, Stud. It's been a while since you had a good maid-shag. Consider it a token of thanks from a grateful wood-lander." "Alright," said Martin as he lay on top of the otter maid. He put a paw to Riversong's left breast and suckled greedily on the nipple. "Oh yes, Sir Martin! Suck on it harder, it feels really nice!" The tip of Martin's penis was grinding against the otter's vulva. Riversong closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt the tip grind against her swollen clitoris. The otter maid cradled Martin's head in her paws and connected her muzzle to his snout. Timbalisto was watching Riversong and Martin engage with each other. He watched Martin kiss and lick at the otter's supple breasts and then suckling greedily on the nipple. Riversong began moaning in pleasure, her tail thrashing about on the warren floor. Timbalisto was getting enthralled watching Martin and the otter. He was also getting aroused. The mouse felt his penis becoming erect. He felt a paw grasp his warm shaft and masturbate him gently. "A, Amber?" the mouse asked nervously. "My, my! You're hard!" Amber commented before she started masturbating him more firmly. "You like this?" "First time I've ever been touched... by a maid... mmm, in this... manner." Suddenly, Riversong burst out in a bout of loud moaning. Martin lay in-between the otter's legs, licking ravenously at her vulva and clitoris. The otter cupped her breasts and licked her own nipples as she writhed around in pleasure. Martin stopped and got on his knees, erect penis in his paw. Riversong sat up, still cupping her breasts. "Want a taste?" Martin smiled. The otter maid gaped at the erect form, tipped with a drop of mouse semen. She lay on her stomach and grasped the flesh. "Would you like to suck on it?" Martin asked. Roversong looked up and blushed. "It's alright," Martin said comfortingly. "I'll show you how. First, let's see what it feels like. Put my dick in your muzzle - don't suck. Get used to the feeling..." * Meanwhile on the bed, Timbalisto was adjusting to a female's touch. Amber had a firm touch and he was getting pleasant sansations as she masturbated him. The squirrelmaid then rolled over onto her stomach and on top of Timbalisto. The soft lips of the squirrel's vulva were on display. "Taste me, Timbal. I'll taste you..." Amber winked. "Err, Martin..." Timbalisto called. Martin looked up from watching Riversong pleasing him orally. "How, erm... I mean, how does... this work?" "Best advice I can give you Timbal is focus on the little bump at the front," Martin said, stroking Riversong's hair. The ottermaid then rolled over with her legs apart. Martin crawled over to her and kissed her. The tip of his penis tickled the pink opening. The mouse then plunged his erection in-between the moist lips. Ambers' lips were also getting moist. It was evident in his technique that Timbalisto had no experience in oral sex for females. However, he did heed Martin's advice and awkwardly flicked his tongue against the squirrel's clitoris. It was also evident in Amber's technique, she had no experience in pleasuring a male. Amber would lick up and down and around the tip but she was reluctant to take the flesh into her mouth. Nevertheless, the fluids seeped and Amber could taste them. The squirrel then rolled over, her legs apart, "Ready?" She asked. Timbalisto then crawled sheepishly over Amber and mounted her. "Erm, don't I need lubrication or something?" Amber became impatient. She grasped Timbalisto's buttocks firmly and forced him to penetrate her. Timbalisto's eyes went wide. It felt warm. It felt wet. It felt... The mouse instantly orgasmed inside her. He thne gazed into Amber's eyes and then he started thrusting in and out of her. The swift movements made profound squelching noises. * The moans of ecstasy from both Amber and Riversong rang throughout the warren. Both Martin and Timbalisto were in delight. "Ah, ah... I cumming," Timbal uttered. "Again?" Amber asked. How many's that now Timbal?" Martin called over. "Four..." the mouse replied. Martin's pleasure was at it's apex. His penis twitched. "Riversong... Ahh! I'm cumming! AHHHhhhhhhh..." Martin released his fluids into the otter-maid's vagina. He held himself inside her as Riversong rubbed herself vigorously. She puffed and panted before she moaned loudly as she reached orgasm. Martin lay on top of her panting. He then smiled and kissed the otter

-maid on her lips. Martin rolled off her lay beside her on the bedchamber rug. Riversong then sat up and then started to strain her groin muscles. Martin the warrior's white mouse seed then dribbled out of her pink orifice. It wasn't long after that Timbal had his fifth orgasm. His testicles ached with fatigue. Sweat dripped off his whiskers. He then withdrew himself. Amber sat up straight with her legs apart. The squirrel's vulva was fully flooded with white ooze. She then strained and pushed out the torrent. The semen dripped and dribbled out of the squirrel maids' vulva and onto the bedclothes where it formed into a small puddle.

"By the fur Timbal, you didn't hold back!" Martin smirked with his paw around Riversong's shoulders. Amber was blushing furiously as the white fluid continued to flow from her vulva. "Want to clean up, Son of Luke?" Timbalisto asked. Martin raised an eyebrow. "Well... I haven't been with a female before... and well, I don't think I, er, performed..." "Timbal, I'd love to. I love the taste of your spunk and I think Amber will enjoy it too," Martin smiled as he walked over to the bed and then got on his knees. He looped his paws around Amber's spread open legs. He rubbed the hood of his clitoris with nose. Timbalisto's musk was strong. Martin stuck out his tongue and licked around the outside of the labia and inched tongue slowly inwards. Martin tasted semen. He licked and lapped at Amber's intimate lips furiously, trying to lap up every drop of mouse cum. The squirrel maid moaned in ecstasy as Martin started lapping at the opening itself. He drove his tongue deep, scooping out what remained and swallowed it all with relish. Martin raised his head and looked at Amber and smiled. "The mouse warrior then flicked his tongue as fast as he could against Amber's clitoris. Amber's pleasure mounted. She felt a wave of delight overcome her. She felt something move deep inside her. "By the fur, Ah, AHHH! I'm cumming! OOOOoooooooohhhhhh...!" * After getting cleaned up and dressed all four creatures left the love warren. Two returning back to Redwall Abbey and the other two were their lovers. As they walked they talked light-heartedly about their experiences. "So, how did you like a little role play Martin?" "It was a very interesting change," "Would do it again?" Martin paused before he replied in his mouse-maid voice, "Yes. It pleases you... master." Timbalisto beamed a great big smile. "How did you enjoy you're first maid shag Timbal?" "Erm... it was quite nice actually. Don't worry Martin, Your arse is still much more tighter," he added with a flirtacious wink. "So, how was Martin?" Amber asked Riversong as they walked holding paws. "Oh Amber, I cannot thank you enough! He was lovely," "Hehehe. I'll say! He's really good at licking fanny," Amber giggled. "Hard to believe he's into males," said Riversong. "I think... I might want... to start experimenting with males," Amber said sheepishly. "Ohhh," said Riversong. "Has Timbalisto shown you something you might enjoy?" Amber blushed. They all reached the small clearing. Martin and Timbalisto embraced and kissed eachother. "Goodbye and goodnight," Said Martin. "I love you," "I love you too Timbalisto." Riversong and Amber too showed their affections and said goodnight. She then started walking off in the direction of Redwall Abbey, urging Martin to follow. The warrior mouse gave his lover one last peck on the cheek and followed Amber through the trees. As they walked through Mossflower Wood, Amber spoke up. "Martin... can I ask you something?" "What's on your mind, Amber?" "I'm sorry for berreting you when you were with the Abbess and Bella. Now that you know what I am, I feel like such a hypocrite," "Oh Amber. Come here," said Martin as he opened his arms and embraced the squirrel maid. "I harbour no grudge towards you," he said reassuringly.