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Maureen's Lost Loves

She remembered it so vividly.

The first time she met Frederic, she was 10 years old.

Governor Heinrich II had made it part of his duty to visit all the cities and districts in his state, as a show that the Fuchs family were generous people.

Heinrich III was still an unruly teenager, as were each of his brothers.

But Frederic, he was different. He was 10 years old too, the same age as her.

Wiesel Stadt wasn't the bustling burg it is now, but the tavern was there, still a popular hangout for the locals.

Maureen lived there with her father, Iomer Jollenbeck a well-loved, garrulous widow caring for his only daughter while also working hard to serve every customer that passed through.

His tavern was one of many places that the royal family had chosen to grace with their appearance.

Heinrich and his father before him called themselves Governor, but they certainly treated that seat more like they were kings of their own country.

Governor Heinrich graciously extended a paw for the humble tavern keeper.

Iomer had taken it without pause to show his undying loyalty to the family.

Meanwhile, young Frederic had wandered off. He was amazed at how big this tavern was for being in such a dirty hole town like this. He went into a backroom where he saw, for the first time, Maureen.

The young girl always stayed in her father's office for most of her earliest years. She was playing with her dad's paperweights when she heard someone push that door open. She gasped when she saw the young prince staring at her.

Frederic had never seen a pine marten before, but Maureen was, to his young mind, the prettiest girl he had ever met. He searched for the words.

She found her own, "What are you doing back here? No one is allowed back here without my daddy!"

Freddy panicked, "Your daddy said I could come back here... I'm Freddy."

Maureen was suspicious, "Really? Well then, Freddy, I'm Maureen."

He smiled, "It's nice to meet you, Maureen."

They played some together, they got along fast until Mr. Jollenbeck caught them writing naughty words that Freddy had learned from his brothers.

The adult pine marten would have been angry until Heinrich pulled him aside.

The royal stoat said, "Do you see how my son and your daughter get along so well? This is the message I want to spread. Though we are richer, we are still no different from the common folk, our children can see that."

So Iomer was convinced to let them play and let that boy teach bad words to his daughter.

When he had to leave, Freddy promised Maureen he wouldn't forget her.

She said the same and he took that to heart.

Over the years, they would continue to play as they got older. When they couldn't be together, they would write to each other.

And over the years, Frederic had started to become more attracted to Maureen as she developed.

...

One day when they were fourteen, when his oldest brother, Heinrich married his wife, was the first time he saw Maureen with her new breasts.

She even teased him playfully by flashing him some cleavage, without actually letting him see the main event.

During the wedding reception, he'd convinced Maureen to leave with him.

They were in the governor's mansion when the wedding had taken place, and there were many rooms not being used right now due to all the guests in the ballroom.

Frederic took Maureen to his bedroom which he shared with Fritz.

They stood together on his balcony looking out upon their capital city of Mustela.

Maureen loved this, being with her dearest friend, watching the moon and the stars together.

A bold Frederic put his arm around Maureen, not too fast, but just enough to show her he was serious.

She felt it. She should have been scared, and a little bit she was, but this was her friend, she could trust him. She turned to look at him.

His bold green eyes looked at her and it made her knees shiver like gelatin.

He took a risk and moved in closer.

She met his risk and she got her first kiss. He tasted sure, he tasted bold, his tongue tickled hers as their embrace grew tighter.

She only felt scared when she felt his paws on her waist, pulling her tight against his waist. When she wanted to pull away, she felt his grip tighten.

Only when he saw the worry in her eyes did he stop, "What? Too much?"

Maureen blushed while her lips still tingled from being kissed, "It was perfect, but... Dad has always warned me that I should be careful around males... Especially other weasels. I like you, Fred. You've been a great friend and if we're going to go further than that... I need to be sure. I don't want to lose what we already have."

Fred smiled, "I understand..." He kissed her on the bridge of her muzzle, "But I can still kiss my friend, at least?"

Maureen kissed him back, on his lips, "We can... And it's not to say... I haven't thought about being with you... Because I do... I imagine what a beautiful moment it will be for us, I want it to be special."

Fred was still determined. He nuzzled his friend, "Will you stay with me?" He stammered, "Tonight I mean, this is one of the few times I can have this room to myself and Fritz isn't screwing one of the maids, or jerking himself." He laughed.

Maureen laughed, "Well, with that description, how can a girl like me refuse?"

So she stayed and she went to bed with Frederic, a small town girl and a governor's son.

Through the night, he nibbled on her neck, coaxing her to lean more.

The marten, despite her resolute protestation, couldn't resist her friend's insistent teasing, not with how it made her feel warm, with how it made her vulva tingle with excitement to be wanted and needed by him.

Eventually, she gave in.

...

Kali had to stop the story there, "Wait! Maureen, I thought your first time was with the father of your child."

The marten did remember saying that, "I guess I told a little fib now and then..." She giggled, as she continued to remember her first time giving in to that handsome young stoat.

...

Maureen's first time wasn't perfect, but it was special, for her and for Frederic.

When he penetrated her, she felt him go in dry.

It hurt and they had to stop.

Fred felt bad but then felt wonderful when she licked her palm and she held his uncut cock. He crouched over her, let her stroke him.

She'd never held one before, but his was a good size. She measured it to be at least 8 inches, thick enough that only her thumb and index touched at mid-shaft.

He panted softly as precum squirted out of his tip, and over her belly. Both had had enough education to know this wasn't the stuff that made babies, that came after this clear stuff. He collected some and thought he could use it to slick up his shaft a little more.

He pressed his bare tip to her vulva. He pushed in her again, this time it was a little easier, but she was still so tight. He had to rock himself back and forth carefully, so they didn't rub dry again.

It was a half-hour before he'd opened her enough that he could finally slide in. He broke her hymen and that pain she'd worried about had been deeply overshadowed by that dry burn they felt earlier.

Then, it was a little easier.

Frederic locked muzzles with his girl as he thrust deep, as deep as he could in her still very tight, but thankfully malleable birth canal. His eight-inch by two-inch cock spread her on each subsequent push.

Maureen purred in her kisses as her dearest friend became her lover.

Ultimately, their first time, despite all the preamble, barely made more than ten minutes.

Neither cared, it was the moment, not the duration that meant something important to both of them.

He'd been a gentleman and removed himself before erupting, and erupt he did on his bedsheets as she stroked his malehood while they kissed.

They kissed deeply in the aftermath of their first time while she held his cock. It did not go down, he was still erect and both adventurous teenagers had energy for another shot.

He pushed back inside and this time it was easier. He'd opened her considerably that now his thrusts could take him deeper.

Maureen held her handsome stoat lover while he mated with her, while he nibbled on her neck, while she could feel his young balls throbbing against her.

Fred lasted longer and this time, she held him in. She wanted to feel a male mark her insides; she wanted his warmth and she got it, a full day's worth from a pent-up young adolescent.

Maureen let it happen, she knew it was a safe time anyway; her father had done his best to teach her about her heat without his wife to help him.

...

The following morning, she woke up in his arms, felt him lightly snoring against her fur. She brushed her paws over his long, blond hair, so much prettier than when he kept it up in a ponytail.

The door to the bedroom slammed open suddenly and a drunken Fritz Fuchs stumbled in, half-naked, the bad kind, with a pretty tayra female clinging to him while her boobs jiggled freely.

He paid no heed to the young couple in the one bed, as he dropped his brother's exotic fiancee on his own bed then unceremoniously slid his six-inch cock inside her!

Fred held Maureen close as the two were soon hypnotized by the chubby Fritz's balls swing like hairy pendulums as he fucked the tayra, who was in her heat at the moment.

The dark, muddy-brown, exotic weasel didn't care that this male wasn't a bigger size, not when she needed her itch scratched, and a baby bred into her before she got anchored to Urien.

Fred and Maureen both snickered while Fritz made the first of what would soon be a string of illegitimate mixed cubs bred with other lovely weasel ladies, including his oldest brother's wife. She would birth his favorite nephew, Irving, and the only son of his he'd ever truly cared for.

The young heir groaned heavily as his first cub erupted into the tayra, as she started to sober up and began to quickly regret her decision.

Her next two kids after that would be Urien's, and she would exercise more caution with Fritz after that.

After Fritz passed out, after the tayra left to run back to her beau's suite, Maureen and Frederic got up to clean and dress themselves.

Their kisses goodbye took a little longer before her dad had to practically drag her back to Wiesel Stadt.

...

Their romance continued much the same. Each time she would get to visit him, they would go for a picnic out on the countryside, they would go skinny dipping with him and his brothers. Even old Heinrich would come out cock hanging, by then a proud grandfather to Heinrich III's first son, and Urien's own who, since he was a stoat as well, it was easy for his wife to pass off Fritz's child as his. Urien always reasoned, that morning she woke him then rode him to climax was when they made their first child.

Maureen would blush that she was getting to see the whole Fuchs family, all the males at least, for the playful perverts they were. Some of it endeared them to her. She found it fascinating how often she would find brothers kissing or groping each other when they went out with her.

She saw moments where Fritz, who was more fit back then, would wrestle with Frederic and usually he would pin his little brother into submission, then he would lay his shorter cock upon Fred's longer one then thrust against him.

This especially, she saw how the brothers would often kiss and frot while out in the open country.

She saw Heinrich with Urien underneath him, Urien on top of Karl, Karl topping Fritz, and sometimes, even old Heinrich would put aside his fuddy-duddyness and let his boys play with him as they would each other.

Things would escalate from there, the more time they spent together.

She'd seen young Heinrich screw each of his brothers in the tail end.

She's seen old Heinrich screw young Heinrich.

She'd seen the fullest extent of their familial love.

She would even be included sometimes.

Times when she and Frederic would be in the middle of lovemaking, one or more brothers would add themselves to the mix.

She'd have Frederic in missionary while Fritz stroked himself over her face. Frederic would pull out and both brothers would shoot their semen over her young body. She should have felt shame, but for some reason, she just liked the attention.

She'd have Fritz take her on all fours with Fred using her muzzle. Fritz was not a gentleman like his little brother and he came inside Maureen. She would have cussed him out, but then she had both brothers licking his cum out of her pussy.

Another time, it was Heinrich, the oldest brother and certainly the best hung in the lovemaking department. He made love to her as gently as Frederic would, letting her bend to him how she wished while she would watch his bulky muscles flex each time he would push in her. He didn't like to pull out either, but it felt nice to be filled by a wealthy stoat like him, then eaten out by Frederic.

Each brother had their time with her, even old Governor Heinrich had his time with her. He was even more courteous than his oldest, and gave even more when he climaxed.

Maureen, as strange as it all was, loved her time with the Fuchses.

Then one year, when both were 18, old Governor Heinrich had decided it was time for Frederic to begin his advanced teachings in their home country across seas, just like each of his brothers before him.

Maureen and Fred were sad to be separated after the relationship they'd built. He promised to stay faithful while gone, but Maureen had a different idea. To stay faithful would be difficult, because with seas separating them, they were each bound to find someone else, someone who would steal their hearts.

She made him promise that he wouldn't change, and if he had a chance to go with another female, he should take it.

But Fred didn't want that, he was so sure Maureen was the one he wanted to marry and make his bride... She was perfect for him. Still, he agreed to her promise, while secretly intending to keep to his own promise.

A kiss goodbye, then that would be the last she saw of him for a long while.

...

Irving had been drinking tea while he listened to Maureen speak. "I knew my uncles were horny, but seriously, out in public?"

Maureen laughed having warmed up to the teenager, "They were some heathens there, babe." She petted him, "You are cuter than your uncle, and definitely much nicer."

Irving had to say something, "The way you talk about him, it sounds like some part of you still loves Frederic."

She sipped some tea, "Perhaps I do... Life is strange like that. Someone hurts you, but you still want to say, that was just him on a bad day... Maybe I do wish we could be like how we were when we were younger. That was the Fred I loved."

Kali sat by her mate, "So I assume this is when you met Iomer's father."

Maureen nodded, "Mhm, that it is. Caleb... He was different, so different from Frederic."

...

The first time she met 24 year-old Caleb Wald, was the very same day that her Frederic Fuchs had gone overseas.

Caleb came in, ironically, on the same boat that took her friend away.

The British-born pine marten breathed the fresh air of this new land the second he set foot on the harbor of Port Lutra. He stepped proudly before bumping into a grieving Maureen.

The two martens went for quite the tumble before they came to a stop.

He fell on back.

She landed on top of him.

Maureen shrieked and she tried to get up when she heard the strange male grunt.

He clinched his teeth in immense pain while blush rushed to his cheeks when he realized he could see this young lady's cleavage.

Maureen gulped, "S-Sir... Are you okay?"

He grunted, "No, missy... Your knee's crushing my balls..."

She saw where her leg was once she immediately leaped off of him, "Oh god! I'm so sorry!"

He curled up and he held his aching balls in a fetal position, "Oh... It-it's entirely my fault! I should have been watching where I was going. Ow!"

Right then was when Heinrich came upon them after hearing his prospective sister-in-law scream. The adult stoat overreacted and he pulled Caleb to his feet, "So you like pushing down innocent young girls, Dummkopf?"

Caleb threw up his paws, "Sir, I am sorry... I hadn't meant to harm the girl, and really... She hurt me more."

Maureen interjected, "I kneed him in the balls, complete accident, though."

Heinrich was still protective of Maureen, "If she vouches for you, then go on... But if I see you near her again, you can expect a night in the county jail."

Caleb became indignant, "And on whose authority, your highness?"

Heinrich stood up straight, showing his broad muscle to the pine marten, "On mine, Crown Prince Heinrich the Third of Wieseland, good sir."

Then Caleb had just taken a big spoon and eaten his own words. The pine marten walked away dejected and embarrassed. He didn't even get a proper chance to apologize to the lady.

Maureen watched him walk away and naturally assumed that would be the last time she'd see this strange individual.

...

A week later, she was at the tavern, cleaning the tables on a slow work day.

Her father was in his office sleeping on his bed.

She'd been sweeping dust when she heard the door open. "Welcome to Iomer's, please take a seat anywhere." she said automatically before she looked up to see who it was.

It was that strange pine marten she bumped into in Port Lutra, now he was here in Wiesel Stadt, in her tavern.

He didn't recognize her right away. She wasn't wearing the fancy clothes that the Fuchs family had gifted her with. The tall male's thick arms showed in the sleeveless muscle shirt he wore. It was a hot day so he'd had to take off his coat and he was sweating from lugging his heavy bag around.

He panted as he set that bag down, "Does your establishment have a private room for a desperate man?" He held his crotch and his behind with the most embarrassed look.

Maureen got his meaning, "Oh! Oh, there's a room to the back, behind the bar! It's the door on the left. If you go right, you'll be in my dad's office and he wouldn't appreciate you using his desk." She joked.

He gulped, "Thank you!" He ran past her and she watched him with a strange smirk on her face.

It wasn't but an hour later, one punctuated by many embarrassed and pained moans from the strange male, that her father stepped out of his office.

The old German marten yawned before a foul odor came to his nostrils. He knew that smell all too well, but he knew customers could only use either the chamber pots in the rooms, or the outhouses behind the bar. The smell and the grunts came from his own private stool, reserved for himself and his daughter. He looked out to the floor and saw his daughter still sweeping, so it obviously wasn't her in there.

Iomer felt his blood pressure rising as he rushed for that door, ignoring the smell now as he threw open that door and saw a half-naked male pine marten on his private stool.

Caleb gulped, "Oh... Bother!"

Maureen had just finished sleeping by the time she watched her dad dragging a half-naked Caleb from the back hall. She giggled when she saw his bum, then again when she could see the male's cock. He was uncut and had a nice sized cock from where she saw.

Iomer threw Caleb out on his nose, pants still drawn down and bum in the air for all the public to see and laugh.

Maureen giggled, though she also felt bad that the man was so badly humiliated.

That was the talk of the town for the next week.

She would see him over that week and see him looking for work at different places before he'd be laughed out by people who kept bringing up the incident. Now she really felt bad for him.

On another slow day, this time when both Iomer and Maureen were playing cards in the back room, Caleb came back.

Iomer's ears twitched when he heard the front door, "Ah, first customer of the day!"

Maureen frowned, "Aw, and I had a winning hand too!"

Iomer took the last of the candied walnuts they had been playing over, "Well, better luck next time, Little Lady." He chuckled before he stepped out to greet the customer. His eyes squinted when he saw it was that pine marten again, "Well... If it isn't Stinkybum."

Caleb laughed dryly at the cruel nickname the townspeople had given him, "Yeah, Stinkybum, ha-ha, very funny." Then he suddenly fell to his knees before the older marten, "I need a job!"

Iomer eyed him suspiciously, "A job, huh?"

Caleb nodded desperately, "Please... I'm broke and no one's going to take me... I need work, and I need money, and a place to sleep."

Iomer crossed his arms, "I don't know."

Maureen came out and she tugged on her father's apron, "Come on, Dad! With only me and Nadine here, you've been needing an extra hand. Besides, the doctor's told you to cut down on the heavy work."

Iomer was gonna let him have the job anyway, but since his daughter insisted now he had to make it seem like she'd made him decide. "Oh, alright! You can work here! But we all pull our weight here, Mister! You can eat free here, you'll have a room to sleep and..." He tried to think of something else so he didn't look soft, "No touchin' of my daughter unless she allows it. She's an adult and can think for herself, but I'm still her father and I'll break the neck of any filthy cus that'd break her heart. You got that?"

Caleb bowed gratefully to the older marten, practically kissing the man's feet, "Oh, thank you, sir! I promise I will not make you regret this!"

Iomer sighed, especially when he noticed how his daughter looked at the young man as she showed him to his upstairs room. The old man sighed, "Oh... I'm sure I will."

...

Alice couldn't stop giggling, "That's almost like how I met Irving. You remember the time you saw me coming out of the bath without a towel?"

Irving blushed, "How could I forget... I was so turned on, I forgot I had to go pee and... I went."

Kali snickered, "My Justin used to stumble something fierce whenever he would try anything just to impress me. It was just precious!"

Maureen heard the three of them talking before she continued telling her story.

...

Caleb continued working for several weeks. He did a lot of the heavy lifting, moving in new caskets full of the tavern's lagers and ales, then taking out the empties.

More importantly, the pine marten was quickly becoming a hit among the jills who came to the tavern just to see the Brit as he worked and swoon at him. All that heavy lifting helped him get bigger, buffer, matching his 6 feet and 2 inches of height.

Caleb certainly liked the attention he was getting now. But, he was being a true professional at the same time. Sure, he would flex those pecs and those glutes for the ladies, but he never let them touch. Off hours, though, he was a real jill thriller and he'd often be seen lifting a jill or two then taking them upstairs where their lusty screams could be heard through the night.

Maureen would often watch him, even sometimes listen in as he mated with all those other jills. She'd hear their moans and eventually hear him as he'd no doubt unloaded into each of those lovely ladies. How she wanted to be one of those girls.

Her co-worker and friend, Nadine often teased Maureen about her feelings for Caleb. The ferretess who ten years younger than Maureen, would often say, "You had a prince for a boyfriend, you've been sittin' in the lap of luxury, girl! That guy in there is not the guy for you, trust me!" But the ferret only said because she was jealous that Maureen even had a marvelous boyfriend like Frederic Fuchs, yet she'd lust after some penniless rube like Caleb.

But Maureen still pursued her affections for the muscular marten.

One evening when he'd just gotten off from work, Maureen came over to serve the man a meal as thanks for all the hard work he'd done

Caleb smiled greatly at the delicious roasted pheasant plated before him, "Oh, thank you so much, Miss Jollenbeck!" and he started eating.

Maureen laughed, "You don't have to call me Miss... I keep telling you, I'm Maureen."

Caleb had some grease on his face from the meat, "Oh sorry, Maureen. I keep forgetting."

She petted him as he ate, no longer waiting for him to notice her looks. If her time with Frederic's family had taught her anything it was, if she wanted something, she should go for it and not hold back.

He did purr some with her soft paw on his scalp, "Uh... Is there something else you wanted, Maureen?"

Yeah, you on a silver platter, she thought to herself before she spoke, "Oh no... I'm just thinking its so cute how you're such a gentleman with all the ladies, but you still eat like... A real carnivore."

He chuckled, "We were born with teeth, dear. It'd be a shame not to put them to good use on some good food." He pulled her closer, "And a good woman's neck while I'm at it, eh?" He nibbled on Maureen's neck, taking her bait and devouring every scrap of it.

...

The next morning, she woke up in his arms.

Maureen felt his strong biceps around her, felt his light purring as he slept behind her, spooned into her. What a wonderful night he gave her. Feeling him in her, feeling him nibble as he bred with her was like losing her virginity a second time. He filled her in ways Frederic never did, Heinrich maybe, but Heinrich was married and a future governor.

She nudged the big male behind her, and it was all she needed to get him moving again.

He woke with a satisfied yawn, "Good morning, Maurie." He licked her right on the neck and it made her shiver.

She rolled over and rubbed his chest, "I can definitely see how you can make all those girls swoon, but then again, I guess I always saw it." She kissed him. Then, she giggled, "You don't remember me, do you?"

He tilted his head, "Remember you?"

She giggled, "That day on the docks?"

Caleb blinked, "That pine marten girl who's friends with the Crown Prince?"

Maureen nodded, "That's me."

Caleb blustered, "Wow! I mean, you look so different from that one time! I mean, well, you're naked right now, so obvious but, you don't wear those fancy clothes I saw you in."

She rolled on to her back, letting the blanket fall away to let him see her breasts, "They're not practical for working as a barmaid. I could wear those to a party."

He played with her breasts while she spoke then tweaked an erecting nipple as he had to ask, "How does a bar girl wind up being a personal friend to the Crown Prince of Wieseland?" He leaned over and he took that nipple in his mouth while he listened for her answer.

She giggled when he suckled on her nipple, "Oh... Because of my relationship with Frederic. He's the youngest son of the Royal Fuchs Family. We'd met when Governor Heinrich came to our tavern one day, we'd been friends ever since, then lovers and through all that, I got to see everything wonderful that goes with having a rich royal like Freddy for a boyfriend."

Caleb had transitioned over to her other nipple, then he rested his head in the valley between her breasts, "Ah... And where is your Frederic?"

She sighed, "Overseas at a prestigious university. I miss him, but then I also happened to meet you on that day. I'm sorry for kneeing you in the balls by the way."

Caleb chuckled as he moved lower, pushing that blanket right off the bed so it fell to the floor.

She watched with interest until she felt his hot breath over her pussy. "Saying hello are you?"

Caleb nudged her clit with his nose, "Oh yeah..."

Maureen bit her lower lip when he started to lick her. He was wonderful and didn't even seem fazed to know she had a royal boyfriend somewhere else.

The door opened suddenly and Iomer stuck his head in, "Caleb, I have your paycheck." He stopped once he saw his baby girl naked in bed while the marten in question had his muzzle buried in her snatch.

Maureen had no shame, "Good morning, Dad."

Iomer stood there for a solid minute before he just set the paycheck down on a nearby table, "I'll just leave that there..." He slipped out of the room before saying, "You... Enjoy yourselves." then he was gone.

Maureen giggled, "Did you hear that?"

Caleb raised his wet muzzle from her vulva, "Yeah... Enjoy ourselves."

Maureen fluttered her eyelashes at him, "Let's do that."

He climbed up on top of her, then he was inside her making his own personal claim to this lovely marten he'd gotten to know.

...

Things were different after that, now they were a couple and that made Maureen the center of attention for the tavern now.

Many of the girls were disappointed that the most eligible bachelor in town was now taken, but they still came just to watch Caleb lift heavy things, serve ale to customers and just be an all around fun guy.

And the affection between Maureen and Caleb did start to grow into real love. Maureen was sure, this was the man she wanted to settle down with, who she wanted to build a life with and have his babies.

Caleb felt the same way, that he'd found the perfect girl for himself who could look past his muscle and see the intelligent brain he had.

Then one day, an unexpected visitor happened to drop in.

...

"Was it Frederic?"

Maureen stopped to look at Irving, "Frederic was overseas at the time, you goofball."

He blushed, "Oh... Right."

...

One night, after a year had passed, the whole tavern was having one of its busiest nights.

Maureen, Nadine, Caleb and even Iomer were working hard to please everyone.

Then suddenly, someone new came in, someone nobody expected to see in this tavern.

The medium-sized pudgy royal stoat waltzed proudly through the bar, letting his gut jiggle as he walked while flanked by two bodyguards, this month's flavor was mongooses.

Fritz Fuchs sat himself at the bar counter while his guards sat on either side of him, both seeming exasperated to be serving an immature spoiled brat like him. The stoat hailed Iomer, "Tavern keeper, it is my birthday and I wish to celebrate it with the good people of your tavern! A round for me and my boys here," he petted the mongooses who both rolled their eyes at his antics, "then put the whole house on me!" He proudly displayed the big moneybag he'd brought to pay for himself and for everyone else in the bar.

That made the whole tavern cheer for Fritz as they all got free beer and food on his tab.

While everyone was drinking and making merry, Fritz had noticed Maureen. He made his way right over, "Well, well, if it isn't our darling little bar flower!" He complimented her in his own way.

Maureen was extremely happy to see her friend again and she hugged, "Oh, Fritz! Still being the party animal aren't you?"

Fritz scoffed, "Oh, we are all animals, darling..." Then, he saw the handsome fellow with her, "Oh... And who is this marvelous wall of man sitting next to you?" He showed his famous lack of respect for personal space and held Caleb by his chin.

Caleb was able to control his temper, reminding himself this was one of the royals. "So... You must be Frederic." He winked playfully at Maureen.

Fritz caught his playful jabbing, "Oh, if I were anything like my brother... I'd be a boring sad sack until my girlfriend comes into town. But then, I'm me, not him." He giggled girlishly, "You see how that works?"

Maureen rolled her eyes at his bluntness, "Fritz, this is Caleb."

"Caleb Wald, your royal highness." He shook his head.

Fritz blew a raspberry, "Royal highness... If only that were still true." He looked at Maureen, "Father has taken ill recently, so it would seem that big brother Heinrich will take his place as king, I mean 'Governor' of Wieseland. And me... Big brother caught me in bed with his wife... This time. Now, I'm being sent down here to serve as ambassador, just so he can keep me out of the palace and away from his darling shrew. Chances are I've knocked her up anyway... She was complaining of an awful itch... Until I scratched it good for her." He was clearly spiteful and now openly airing personal laundry to Maureen and Caleb.

Maureen nodded, "So you'll be like my neighbor now?"

Fritz shook his head, "No... The embassy is to be setup at another city... About two days worth of walking from this one. But, I will be sure to drop in here as much as I can. It is nice to see the only bright thing to ever grace our drab, dreary palace." He kissed Maureen's paw like the gentleman he certainly wasn't.

She blushed, "Aw..."

Then, he blatantly kissed her lover on his lips, "And I hope you make a good mate to my friend, Maureen, sir. Otherwise... I may have to tickle you." He giggled again before downing another tankard of ale.

...

"Uncle Fritz got my mom pregnant?"

Maureen nodded, "That he did."

Irving scratched his head, "But that doesn't make sense... My brother was already born right and Gertrude was born a year later... Then Mom was pregnant by Fritz." His eyes widened once he realized what that meant, "Oh dear."

Alice held him as the boy suddenly seemed queasy, "Irving, what's wrong?"

Irving gulped, "That means Fritz is my dad."

...

Maureen and Caleb's relationship continued to flourish as the years passed.

Fritz kept to his promise of coming to see his favorite female friend as often as possible and always made it his mission to make Caleb blush every time he could.

One night, it was as good a night as any and Maureen had come into heat.

Now Caleb had her up in his room, which had become their room and he was breeding her, plunging his thick malehood into his jill as they worked hard for that first cub of theirs.

He was mounted behind her, pumping hard into her.

Maureen screeched as loud as ever when she felt his fertile seed flow into her, and they worked hard that whole night, several nights trying to make a baby together.

One morning she woke up and right away, she knew something was different.

She got up but she was feeling lightheaded, disoriented. She didn't have anywhere to vomit... Except the room's chamber pot, but that was usually reserved for other private needs.

She had to wake Caleb before she passed out from dizziness.

Both Iomer and Caleb were worried.

They rushed her to a town doctor.

The badger took a look at her, checked her pulse, her eyesight, she was fine, but when he put on his gloves to check her private areas it soon became apparent what the problem was.

He met with Caleb and Iomer while Maureen was still laid up in a bed.

The badger let it out, "Mr. Jollenbeck, Mr. Wald, congratulations."

Maureen had become pregnant.

The small family of three embraced each other, Iomer, proud to start calling this British rogue his new son-in-law.

When she got home, Maureen heard congratulations from all around her, everyone except Nadine who was just jealous that her co-worker could find someone as perfect as Caleb.

...

A month would pass then, until another new surprise would be dropped upon them.

While Caleb was upstairs sleeping, Maureen was in the tavern helping her father clean up.

She was in the back when she heard the door open. She peaked her out and her heart skipped.

It was Frederic. His last letter to her said he wasn't supposed to come back until the next week.

The stoat had gotten taller, handsomer, his ponytail longer. He was speaking with her father and she tried to listen in.

The stoat politely kissed the hand of Iomer, "I come to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage, Iomer Jollenbeck."

Maureen gasped and held her paw over her mouth.

Iomer didn't quite know how to break it to the young royal.

Maureen came out, "Freddy!"

"Maureen!" The stoat was overjoyed to again see the love of his life after all these years. He hugged her before she could say anything, and instantly, he felt something different.

Maureen blushed to be in his arms again. He smelled just as nice as she remembered, but then that would be the only happiness she'd feel.

Frederic felt her belly, "What is this?"

Maureen felt his hand on her stomach, "It's... My baby. I'm having a baby, Freddy."

His bright green eyes she always loved changed in that instant. "You... Y-you what?" He acted as if he'd heard the whole world was about to end.

Maureen was hurt by his response, "I-I told you... That day when you were to leave, that I'd wanted you to go out and... Try to find someone else, so you didn't have only me. You... You promised me before you left that you would try."

Fred stammered as he could feel his blood pressure rising, "And I did.... I tried, I slept with other girls, some men too... But none of them meant anything to me... You were... You were perfect. I loved you."

Maureen held her friend as tears fell from her eyes, "And I still love you, Fred, but now I have someone else, somebody who wants to be with me, someone who makes me happy and... I wanted the same for you."

Fred grabbed her suddenly, "Who? Who could take you from me!?"

Maureen yipped in pain, "Freddy... You're hurting me!"

Iomer tried to intervene, "Frederic... I think you need to calm down."

The stoat didn't want to calm down. He lashed out at the older marten, "Whose the bastard that took her from me, old man!? How could you let this happen!?"

Caleb came down then, ticked at being woken up by Fred's yelling. "Is there a problem here?"

Fred looked at the pine marten. He was bigger, buffer than Frederic. He saw him then sheer disgust filled his face as he turned to Maureen, "So you stick to your own race then? Fuck the Fuchses who welcome you into our home, who showered you with gifts and you throw yourself to the first marten you see?"

Caleb saw what was happening, "So then... You must be Frederic... I'd heard so much about you."

He stood up to the pine marten, "You have?"

The taller male stood over him, "I'd heard what a sweet, nice guy you were. I'd looked forward to meeting you, especially after seeing your brother. Now... It's clear Fritz can take his losses better than you."

Frederic growled, "Fritz has never had that drive, he lounges all day and he fucks and he drinks... He deserved what he got... And you'll get what you deserve, I promise it..."

Caleb squinted at him, "You're threatening me?"

Fred stood undaunted by the larger male, "I am... You keep her warm for me... I will win her back!" He turned to leave, then in a final fit, he knocked over some glasses so they would shatter on the floor. "Pick up your mess..." Then he walked out.

Maureen watched him leave, her heart breaking to have seen her friend behave this way.

...

A week later, Caleb had gone to the bank to cash his latest paycheck, Iomer was asleep in his office and Maureen was sweeping as usual, still hurting from how her friend had reacted. Nothing could make her regret her decision, picking Caleb as her husband, but she wanted her friend to be happy too, she wanted everyone happy.

The door opened.

Frederic came in, this time accompanied by a guard armed with a sword and a musket. Frederic had been to the home country and seen the new weapons being constructed over there, firearms, rifles, guns. Much of his pastime over there had been spent learning to fire these new inventions. He'd grown to love the sheer power he felt from holding these things. He'd just point it at something, pull the trigger, then like magic, it would be gone.

Frederic himself had a flintlock pistol holstered to his right hip. Fred approached Maureen, "Where is your... Pet, Maureen?"

Maureen hated this new side of him, "My husband isn't here, but he'll be back very soon, so I'd suggest you and your boy toy over there just leave. We don't need anymore trouble."

Frederic shook his head, "And that's how you speak to me? After all we'd been through? After all the picnics, after sharing you with all my brothers, when I could finally have you to myself, you take that from me..." The growl in his voice grew, "I guess then, I was just a plaything for you."

Maureen endured his insult, she just wanted him to leave. "I said you had better go, Freddy."

Fred ignored what she said as he pulled his pistol from his holster, "It's all good. Now I have my own little plaything." He waved the pistol dangerously, like a kid with a new toy. He pointed the barrel right in her face, "You see? It's happy to see you..."

The hammer clicked, the gun was unloaded but Maureen felt his message clearly, "You promised..."

In a fit of rage, he struck her with the butt of his gun, knocking her senseless and breaking her nose.

The guard with him seemed uncertain that he should allow the prince to do this.

Fred ignored his guard as he placed Maureen on a table, he ripped open her tunic, tore off her undergarment then pulled his pants down.

The nervous ferret chose to avert his eyes as the stoat thrust inside the unconscious female.

Fred grunted as he fucked her, "This... This was mine, Maureen!" He said as he worked hard to reestablish his claim on his love. "How could you give it away..." He fondled her breasts.

Maureen regained her senses in the middle, and tried desperately to fight him, "No! Freddy please!"

He slammed his pistol down hard by her face, "Shut up! You are mine, Maureen! You always were and no penniless musclehead is going to take you from me!" He held her mouth shut as he kept thrusting on her, grunting as he drew near to a climax, one he'd been looking forward to since getting off the boat.

Maureen was in tears as her friend hurt her, as he threatened to hurt her unborn child.

"Maybe we'll be lucky and I can fix that mutt inside you..." He whispered, though her child would be a pure pine marten. If it were his child, then it would have been called a mutt. He picked up speed, pushing himself to climax, to replant his royal seed inside her.

Caleb got home just then, just in time to see and hear Fred as he climaxed, as his balls pulled up and he erupted inside his wife. Caleb flew into a fury, "What the fuck is going on here?"

Fred drew his unarmed pistol and pointed it at Caleb, "I am taking back what belongs to me, you filthy fucking Brit..."

Just then, the guard threw his rifle around Caleb's throat.

The pine marten fought back, grabbing the ferret in a chokehold, then snapping his neck.

The ferret fell dead as Fred panicked and threw his pistol at Caleb.

The pistol hit Caleb, but it only barely scuffed him.

That was a distraction, however.

Fred had removed himself from a sobbing Maureen, then before she could stop him, Fred had dived for his dead guard's rifle. He cocked it, pointed it at Caleb, then pulled the trigger. This time, it was loaded.

BANG! A deafening crack filled the room and the buckshot from Fred's rifle tore through Caleb's chest, ripping a gaping hole in the big male.

Caleb felt himself go cold in an instant before he dropped to the floor like a load of bricks.

Maureen screamed, "FREDDY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

The stoat was even shocked, he'd never killed anyone before.

Iomer came out of his office, "What is happening out here?"

The stoat suddenly felt the weight of what he had done. In shame, he threw his rifle down and he ran from the tavern. He tripped on the way out, twisting his right leg at the knee.

Maureen fell off of the table, in shame and in despair. She could still feel Freddy's semen in her, and her mate laid dying in front of her. She crawled to Caleb. She held him but he was already dead. There was no last goodbye. She broke down over his body.

...

Maureen cried as she finished her long story, "Freddy was arrested for the murder, but... Thanks to his royal highness, Heinrich... He was able to get off with a self defense plea. That jury, the judge... They were all bought. And my Caleb... His grave was desecrated for weeks to come by people who blindly believed that he had attacked their prince and Fred had to defend himself. Fred came back one more time, but I didn't want anymore to do with him... So one night, I just left... And that is when you found me, Kali..." She sniffed as she leaned upon the blue jay's shoulder.

Kali felt angry, sad, so many different emotions after hearing everything that had happened to her mate before she came to live with them.

Alice was in tears over everything she'd heard.

Irving was ever more ashamed that he could be related to someone who would do something like that.

Javin felt the same emotions of hate and sadness for what had happened to his dear friend.

...

Meanwhile, Justin had been outnumbered and then seduced by Sky and his circle of friends.

The blue jay lay beneath the young hawk as the bird of prey dominated him, laying his cock upon Justin's then thrusting mightily against him.

Justin had started to realize as this bird frotted with him, that Sky definitely liked to be in control, that he seemed to prefer being in charge and as the young hawk locked beaks and touched tongues with him, he saw the same determination in him, that he had seen in Nestor.

Sky was certainly like a younger Nestor, right down to enjoying frot just as much as the chief. The hawk panted gratefully as he sprayed down his former teacher with long strings of his own precious bird seed.

Now if Sky was a new Nestor, then Justin realized as he himself started to climax under the feathered muscle-beast on top of him, then that would make him Sky's Feroz...

...

And in the chief's cottage, Nestor lay his mute son to sleep as someone came in. "Yes, what is it?"

One of Nestor's own loyal guards addressed him, "Chief Nestor... Word has been spreading, the people are talking."

Nestor looked at the stammering grackle, "Spit it out, soldier..."

"Justin is back."

Nestor's eyes flickered once he heard the news. But, the expression he had was one that the grackle had never expected.

The eagle smiled, "Bring him to me."