Short Story

So recently I made a caption for someone on one of the other sites I visit.  Now, I generally enjoy the captions I make, but for some reason this one just really grabbed me.  There was something about it that just really got me going.  I found myself writing far more than could fit in a single panel.  I toyed around with the idea of expanding it into a story.  I ended up having a bit of free time, so I decided to just go ahead and do it.

You can find the story after the jump.  But, be aware that it is set in a world of anthropomorphic animals.  If that doesn't appeal to you, feel free to skip this one.  But if you do read it, please leave me a comment.  Did you like it, not like it, suggestions, constructive critisms.  Heck, write me a chapter?  Did it inspire you, do you have some new escapade for the characters to be involved with?  Share it with me.  Anything to let me know if this is something I should try to do again in the future.

So, below you can find the story.  I'll admit, it was mostly just an excuse for a bunch of sexual situations, but I enjoy the erotic thrill and hopefully you will as well.  Also, you can find the original images that inspired first the caption, then this story.  Take a look if you'd like to see how I envisioned the main characters.













“Sir, why are we going this way?” asked Vareth, walking next to his superior.  He kept his voice pitched low so no one else can hear.

“Because that fat Pig merchant decided this was the fastest way to Arbaleth, and Lady help anyone who tries to gainsay him.” Came the reply, equally low.  The Pig in question sat upon the cart being drawn along by two sturdy horses.  His flat snout snuffled in displeasure.  There was nothing in particular he was displeased about, snuffling in displeasure was merely his favored pastime.

“But sir!  This is the territory of…”

“I know that. We all know that.  But extra travel time means loss of profits, and good luck trying to get a Pig to spend a copper he doesn’t have to.”

“But sir…”

“And besides, Vareth, in case you have forgotten, we are guard Dogs!  Our reputation is well known.  We are not to be trifled with, especially not be a pair…” the Dog never finished his sentence.  A whish through the air was all the warning they got, then a hearty smack nearly twisted him around sideways.  Vareth stared, imbedded in the crossbow slung across his superior’s back was an arrow.  It had gone through the trigger hole at an angle, embedding itself in the wood of the body, rendering the weapon unusable.  It was an amazing, impossible shot.

The Dogs scrambled for weapons while the Pig began squealing in fear and outrage.

“I wouldn’t bother, if I were you” called a voice from somewhere in the trees.  “We have you well covered, and you don’t even know where we are.  So you can either leave what we want, or we can take it from your bodies.”


“It was a good haul today,” said Mathias.  He was dressed in his usual green leathers, dyed to match the plants of the forest perfectly in shade. Mathias was a cunning Fox, though his creamy pelt and white hair suggested that he was not pureblooded.  He was busy going through the various goods they had ‘liberated’ from a foolish merchant.

“And no one died,” added Ceir.  He added a keg of Porcupine Wine to the pile.  A keg that should have been too heavy for someone his size.  But, like all Wolves, Ceir was lithe and tough, far stronger than his more slender frame would seem.  Unlike all wolves though, Ceir was not gray or black or any of the other usual colorings.  Rather, his pelt was as white as pure snow and his head was crowned with a thatch of golden hair.  He knew with his coloring that trying to camouflage himself was useless, so he went with an opposite approach, favoring bright red or other attention getting colors.  It was a statement, his clothes told everyone that he didn’t need to hide from anyone or anything.

Together, the two made an odd pair.  Yet, they were an effective team and good friends.  Since joining together, they had made a lucrative business fleecing merchants passing through the Green Cloak forest.  They were so good, that they were even gaining something of a folk hero status.  They’d heard a bard singing of the deeds of the White Wolf and Green Fox last time they visited town.  That was the closest they had ever come to being caught, they were laughing so hard they almost gave themselves away.

“Thanks to you,” Mathias was continuing, “that was a brilliant shot.”

“Luck,” Ceir said in a flat voice.  “I was aiming between the two of them as a warning shot.  The breeze caught my arrow.”

Mathias just snorted, it was a typical Ceir response.  The two went back to sorting their goods, stocking up their surprisingly luxurious hidden base.


The pair crept through the forest, shadowing the lone Cat who walked along the road.  Ordinarily, a single traveler was not worth the time, and they would let him pass unmolested.  But this time, the Cat was foolish enough to wear a fortune in rings and amulets and other bits of jewelry and precious metals.  It was too good to pass up.

Mathias stepped out first, bow drawn.  He knew the effect he would have, it would seem as if he suddenly appeared out of thin air.  He aimed it at the Cat.  “Hold there,” he said, “but I’m afraid you’ll have to pay our toll if you wish to continue on our way.”

The Cat started to reach for something when Ceir spoke from behind him.  “Don’t do anything foolish.  You’ll be dead before you try it.  Just give us what we want.”

The Cat simply looked at them, turning to the side so he could see them both.  He did not appear terribly concerned.  In fact, he seemed somewhat bored.  He started to reach for something again.

Ceir loosed his arrow, firing a warning shot past the Cat’s face.  But, before the arrow crossed half the distance, the Cat waved a hand.  A large and delicate flower drifted to the ground where the arrow had been.

“Shit,” muttered Mathias.  There was only one explanation.  The Cat was a wizard.  Rare to see one so young, and rarer still to see one so far from the Ivory Towers, where the mages worked and studied.

“So it was true,” said the Cat.  “The famous White Wolf and Green Fox do indeed haunt these woods.”

The pair started to edge away, preparing to put into action their emergency escape plan.

“Stop.” Commanded the Cat.  And they did.  The two simply froze where they stood.

The Cat looked them over and said, “I should, by rights, bring you two to justice.  You’d probably hang for your crimes.  But, my master believed in second chances.  He taught me that I should always leave places I go and lives I touch better than they were when I arrived.  And so I shall leave everyone’s lives here better, and add a touch of, shall we say, beauty?”

The Cat snapped his fingers and the thieves collapsed to the ground.  They writhed as their bodies twisted and shifted.  Mathias curled up in a ball, feeling his stomach squirming like it was trying to escape and his hips bucked with a mind of their own.  Ceir was doing the opposite, his back was arched nearly to the breaking point, pushing his chest out.  He had the strangest feeling that his chest was much further out than it should be.

It went on for hours, or seconds, depending on which side of the sensation you were on.  The two thieves were changed, different beyond almost all recognition.  Mathias had kept the cream colored fur and white hair, while Ceir was still pure white with blond hair.  But beyond that, there was nothing to identify the two as their former selves.  Bodies that were once hard and angular from tough living and a lifetime of archery training were now soft, pliable and curvaceous.  Very curvaceous.  Once short hair had grown out.  Mathias’s spilled down past his shoulders, while Ceir’s flowed all the way down past his butt.  And quite a butt it was too.  They both now sported wide, feminine hips and perfect, well padded, heart-shaped derrieres.  Eyes capable of terrifying stares were now large and luminous, framed by long, so very long, lashes and delicately arched eyebrows.  The arms and pecs that were once so muscular from drawing their powerful bows were gone.  Instead their arms were thin and petite while their pecs had ballooned out into massive, perfectly shaped globes of flesh topped with a tiny pink bud of stiffened flesh.  Callused hands were now delicate and tiny.  Straight legs had given way to rounded thighs and calves.  They were, in short, magnificent examples of femininity.

The Cat looked at the two beautiful creatures laying on the ground.  He smiled a playfully cruel smile.  It was a smile like, well like a cat that had caught a mouse. He said, “Oh yes, that is much better now.  Already this place is much more, ahem, pleasing to the eye.  I think everyone will enjoy life here much better now.  And as for lives, well, you will embrace yours.  I’d show you what I mean myself, but I think it will make a better surprise.  Have fun, ladies.”

With that, the Cat disappeared down the trail.


It was sometime later that Ceir and Mathias were able to rouse themselves.  Their now ill fitting clothes hindering them with every step.  The tops of their shirts were so tight it felt like they were being squeezed through an hourglass.  Their pants were molded to their hips, butts and thighs like a second skin, and every motion threatened to split the seams apart.  Yet at the waist everything was so loose, that even with tightening their belts to the smallest notch they still slid down towards their hips.  And everything was far too long.  As they walked, their boots slipped and flopped about like clown shoes. 

It was nothing short of a miracle that they made it back to their hideout without ending up naked or covered in blisters.

Once there, the two finally indulged themselves in some well-deserved panic.  For a time, that was all they could do.  But eventually panic must give way, and they began calming down enough to talk.

“What will we do now?” asked Mathias.  His voice was small and timid, like an innocent schoolgirl.

“First, we need to do something about our clothes,” replied Ceir.  His voice held a more confident note, making him sound sultry and alluring, like honey whiskey.

Having something to do made them feel better.  They began going through their clothes, trimming fabric in some places, adding fabric in others.  Though they were quite a bit shorter, their chests had nearly doubled in width.  For days they worked, focusing only on the task, not letting themselves think about why they had to do it.  But, eventually, the work ran out.  It was time to beginning planning.

Ceir felt that they should continue with their previous lives.  Go back to robbing unwary merchants.  Mathias wasn’t so sure.

“But everything looks so much bigger now!” he complained, “except when I look down.  Everything seems small, compared to these.”  He lifted up his heavy breasts and let them drop for emphasis.  They bobbled up and down for a moment before settling into place once more.

“We were successful once.  We can be so again.  All we have to do is practice and these won’t matter,” replied Ceir, also jiggling his breasts.  He didn’t really need to emphasize his point, but since the change every time one of them found a reason to touch his body, the other one would find an excuse to do so as well.

“Besides,” added Ceir, “what else can we do?”

So, with that argument, Ceir took up his gear and headed out for their practice range.  Much to his chagrin, though, he could not draw his bow even half way back.  His delicate arms simply were not strong enough.  Determined, he went back into their stock of weapons taken in raids and rummaged through it.  At last he found what he was looking for.  It was a much smaller, lighter bow, good for use on horseback but with much less force.  However, it took far less strength to draw it.  So armed, he headed back out to the range.  This time he nocked his arrow and took aim.  He steadied himself, slowed his breathing and released, only to yelp in pain as a line of fire appeared upon the side of his breast.  The damn thing had gotten snapped by the string!  He quickly pulled his shirt of and inspected it.  There didn’t seem to be any damage, just a red line that was already fading.  Just to be sure, he ran his hands over it a couple of times, looking for damage.  Then he ran his hands over it about more, just to be sure.  Then he checked the nipple, tugging it a bit to make sure it still functioned properly.  Yes, it stiffened just like it was supposed to, standing forth from his body proudly…he shook his head, and put his shirt back on, then went to retrieve his arrow.

“We aren’t ready yet!” cried Mathias.  “It’s too soon!”

“I know that!” replied Ceir.  “But our supplies are getting low.  We need to do this.  Look, we’ll be armed.  We’ll pick a nice easy target, scare them with our bows, and take just enough to get by on, but not so much they’ll fight for it.”

The pair had been hiding away for well over two weeks now, trying to cope with their sudden fate.  But now their supplies were running out and they had to do something in order to continue living.  And besides, the pair had been feeling increasingly restless lately.  There was some urge just below the surface, like an itch that can’t be scratched, that was beating at them.  They couldn’t sit still, often squirming and shifting their hips whenever they sat down.  They had to do something to take their mind off it, and they both knew it.  So, though they argued about it for a time, ultimately they both knew that they would do it.  They gathered up their gear and headed for the door.

“Wait,” said Mathias, in his delicate new soprano, “we can’t go out like this.  Something…something’s missing.  Hmm…makeup!  We need to put on makeup first.”

Makeup?!  The thought seemed so alien, so strange, so…so wrong.  And yet, despite that, Ceir could not find any argument against it.  Try as he might, he could not think of any logical reason not to.  So the pair dug through loot from past raids that they hadn’t, or couldn’t, sell.  Sure enough, there was indeed a few makeup kits in there.  They added a hint of eye shadow, and some brilliant, sexy scarlet to the lips.  Then they had to go back into their stash till they found some bottles of perfume, since, after all, they went through the trouble to look nice so they should also smell nice.  Then it was to the mirror to make sure that their eyebrows were properly shaped, thin and arched.  And then they had to make sure their hair was right, that it fell just so.  And then of course they had to brush out their tails, make sure the fur was not knotted or tangled but sleek and sexy.  Finally they were ready, and they headed out into the forest.


They had found a pair of travelers, a pair of young Bucks, walking down the road through the forest.  Their clothes were clean and well made.  They weren’t rich, but they should have enough to get by on for at least a little while.  And, even better, they only carried long knives for defense.  Mathias crept ahead of them while Ceir moved behind.  They waited for just the right moment, and then sprang their trap.

Or rather, tried to spring their trap.  Mathias’s long hair had gotten tangled in a bush.  He pulled free, only to stumble gracelessly onto the road.  It was not an auspicious start.  He bravely tried to continue with the plan.  But this time, when Ceir came out, his boot slipped free and he found himself unbalanced, nearly falling over.

The travelers just laughed at them.

“I’ve got something I’d like to give you,” one of them said, “it’s long and hard and in my pants.  Why don’t you pretties get undressed and I’ll show it to you.”

The two thieves flushed at his crude suggestion.  But underneath it was the feeling that they should do exactly as he said.  After all, who were they to disobey such, strong handsome men?  Who were they to make demands of those they should rightfully serve?

Mathias was the first one to move, his boots sliding off, followed soon by his pants while the two men gaped at him.  It wasn’t long before the two thieves stood before the travelers, their new bodies completely bare to their scrutiny.

The Bucks could not believe their luck.  Who knew that this sexy vixen and she wolf would do as they said.  And if they did that, what else might they do?  “On your knees!” came the command.  The pair slowly slid downward, slowly, hesitantly, till at last they were settled on their knees.  They were humiliated, but unwilling to disobey.  The two travelers gave each other a look of disbelief, then suddenly clothes were being flung about without care as they raced to join the transformed friends in their nudity.

The Bucks each stood before one of the kneeling thieves, a spear of flesh jutting from between their legs.  The stared at the proud members standing mere inches from their faces, a pair of one-eyed monsters staring back at them.  “Go on, get to it,” said the Buck standing in front of Mathias.  He leaned his hips forward till the tip pushed against Mathias’s lips.  Hesitantly, almost shyly, Mathias touched it with the tip of his tongue.  Slowly he tasted the fleshy rod before him, his innocent probing making the Buck groan.  The other buck, watching this, began to grow impatient.  He opted for the direct approach, simply placing his hand on the back of Ceir’s head and pulling forward till his testicles rested on Ceir’s chin.  Slowly the pair built momentum, getting more and more into the act.  Soon they were going like pros, knowing all the right spots to tease and stimulate.  It wasn’t long before warm seed was poured into waiting mouths. 

But spring mad Bucks are not so easy to satisfy.

Ceir found himself leaning against a tree, his hips thrust back and feet arched high.  The Buck stood behind him, pounding into him over and over again.  Each thrust pushed Ceir forward and made him gasp, the combined effect squishing his massive breasts against the smooth bark of the tree.  They were like dough being rolled, only infinitely more erotic.  Mathias ended up with his legs spread wide as he straddled the Buck.  Though it might seem like Mathias was the dominant of the pair, the truth was anything but.  The Buck had an iron grip about Mathias’s tiny waist.  He used his powerful arms to lift the vixen up and down at exactly the pace he wanted.  Mathias suspected that he could take his feet completely off the ground and the Buck wouldn’t falter in the slightest.  It was like he was nothing more than a toy to be used for someone’s pleasure.

They traded positions then.  This time Mathias ended up on his hands and knees, the Buck positioning himself behind him.  With one quick thrust, Mathias's womanhood was suddenly full and his mouth dropped open from the feeling.  The Buck reached around and began fondling Mathias's firm breasts while continuing to thrust into him as far as he could go.

And now it was Ceir's turn to spread his legs and straddle the Buck lying on the ground.  He sat there on top of the Buck, their hips pressed together.  But rather than gripping his waist, the Buck reached up and pinched his stiffened nipples.  He tugged them up, till the weight of Ceir's breasts dragged at his nipples.  The Buck did it again, harder.  Then once more, this time growling, "Up!" in a rough voice.  Ceir grasped what he wanted.  He slowly started to raise himself, drawing the stiff shaft from his body.  Just before he was completely empty, the Buck tugged Ceir's nipples down, pulling him back down.  The Buck kept on like this, tugging up and down, forcing Ceir to actively participate in his own fucking.  His rounded butt and thighs flexing enticingly with each motion.

The two thieves’ voices echoed through the woods, a sultry symphony of sex.


At last the pair of Bucks were sated.  “Here,” one of them said as he tossed a small pouch of coins on the ground, “that was the best time I’ve ever been robbed.”  The two laughed and walked off.

Ceir and Mathias lay on the ground, covered in sweat and other things, simply trying to catch their breath.  Ceir tried to speak, but just as he opened his mouth a breeze kicked up.  As it teased his still erect nipples, the sensation was enough to push his sensitized body over the brink of yet another orgasm.

Eventually the pair made their way back to their base.  The journey was long and difficult.  Neither one of them wanted to speak, but that only made them focus more on the feel of their bodies as they walked.  More than once they had to stop to catch their breath, as the sensation of fabric sliding over sensitive anatomy pushed them over the brink once again.


“Look, they just…just…caught us off guard last time,” said Ceir.  “It’ll be different this time.”

Mathias looked down at the ground, unwilling to meet his partner’s gaze.  “I still think maybe we should give up.  I mean, you know what they did to us.”

“That was just a mistake, a one time thing.  And besides, it wasn’t a total loss.”

“No, it wasn’t” said Mathias, absently fondling his melon sized breast.

“I meant we did get the money we needed.”

“Right, so did I.”

“Look, we still need to bring in more money.  Trust me, everything will work out just fine…”


Ceir was bent over, his body forming an almost perfect right angle.  The Bull standing behind him had his hands on Ceir's soft buttocks.  The Bull standing in front of Ceir had his hands on Ceir's shoulders.  Ceir's own hands were behind his back, bound with his own belt.  The two Bulls were taking turns pushing Ceir back and forth.  Whenever Ceir was pushed forward, the Bull in front's cock slid between his lips and deep into his warm mouth.  When Ceir was pushed back, the cock in his mouth slid out until it almost, but not quite, slipped free.  But the cock behind him stuffed itself into his quivering sheath of flesh.  Back and forth they passed him, one shaft sliding out as the other slid back in.

Mathias lay on his back, straddled by another Bull.  He kneaded and squeezed Mathias's heavy orbs, massaging his cock with the supple flesh.  Mathias squirmed and writhed and moaned as the Bull teased the sensitive feminine protrusions, which only served to encourage the Bull.  He tickled the sensitive pink buds, then roughly mashed the two spheres together.  He rubbed them up and down, swirled them about, the supple flesh molding to his fingers like clay.


“This time we’ll get it right.  We’ll just get money not a, um…sperm donation…”

“I don’t know Ceir.”

“We just need to come up with a new plan…”


Mathias and Ceir were staying close to each other this time.  They would not get separated.  Unfortunately, this wasn't part of their plan.  The two Lions had them naked, facing each other.  Their legs were spread wide and hips thrust back.  They were leaned forward till their upper bodies touched, heavy breasts mashed against each other’s, stiffened nipples rubbing against each other’s. Behind each stood a Lion, casually thrusting into their moistened love tunnels.  Each time a Lion thrust, it would push one into the other.  As sensitive nipples slid over sweat-slicked skin, both would gasp and clamp down on the rod impaling them.  Which, in turn, only encouraged the Lions to thrust more.


“This time…this time we’ll do it for sure.”

“You said that last time.”

“Yes, but…”

“And the time before that…”

“I know, but…”

“And the two dozen other times before that.”

“We can make this work.”

“Look, Ceir, it’s been six months.  I’ve been thinking…”

“I’m not giving up!”

“Ceir, listen to me.  We’ve been going on living, pretending like nothing was different.  But come on, look at us.  We’re not the same people anymore.  We need to accept that.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“We should stop thinking of ourselves as men.  We aren’t anymore, and it doesn’t look like we ever will be.  We’re girls now, we should start thinking of ourselves that way.  So I think…I think we should start with new names  …You should call me Maemi from now on.”

“Maemi, huh?”

Maemi cringed and nodded.

“Well Maemi, I’m… Cecilia.  Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”


They had done better this time.  Since they stopped trying to move and act like men, the pair was more graceful and coordinated.  They had caught the pair of Stallions off guard this time, and had managed to divest most of their belongings.  In fact, they almost got away clean, until, in trying to remove a jeweled belt buckle, one of the Stallion’s trousers dropped around his ankles, revealing that he was hung…well, like a Stallion.  Things went downhill from there.  Cecilia found herself with the Stallion’s hands tightly gripping her firm buttocks as he held her completely in the air.  Her legs were wrapped about his hips, her soft and jiggly chest pressed firmly to his hard and muscular one.  He thrust into her as she begged him for more and more.  Maemi and her Stallion were seated on the ground, her back to his chest.  He nuzzled her neck tenderly while he played with her delectable bosom.  She rewarded him by grinding up and down, back and forth, drawing groans of pleasure.


Once again, the two thieves found themselves panting on the forest floor, though this time they were considerably richer.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said Maemi, about accepting our new selves.”

“I know it didn’t go so well today, but I still think it’s a good idea.”

“No, you’re right.  It is a good idea.  But I don’t think we went far enough.  I think…I think I know what we should be doing.”  Cecilia crawled over and whispered in Maemi’s ear.

“But, I can’t do that…” she said.

“Sure we can.  Trust me, this will work great.”


The Mouse was the first to notice.  He was annoyed, he’d paid these guard Dogs well, and they didn’t even react the first time another person appeared?  And its not like whoever it was was hard to spot, they were wearing a bright red cape.  It took the Mouse a moment to realize that the person was a woman, a white she Wolf to be exact.  It took the Mouse an even longer moment to realize that ALL she was wearing was a red cape.  Her body was completely exposed, and what a body it was!

The stranger began to move towards them.  Gone was the confident stride of Ceir.  But gone too was the clumsy stumble of the newly transformed.  Instead, she possessed a strut that can only be described as sexual.  Her generous hips swayed hypnotically while her ample bust jiggled enticingly with each step.  The Mouse signaled the caravan to a stop, stepping down from the wagon, all while never taking his eyes of the woman.  He couldn’t have told you the color of her eyes, but he was well on the way to memorizing her every curve.

She strode right up to him, completely unchallenged.  The Mouse swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry, as she laid a delicate hand on his face.  Then, suddenly, from a hidden sheath she drew a knife and had it under his chin before anyone could react.

“You’re valuables go in the bag,” she said, indicating a Vixen who had just stepped from the woods.  The Vixen was dressed more modestly, but that hardly said much considering.  The new arrival was dressed in thigh high boots, full-length cloves, a hat, and a tiny pair of thong panties, all of green leather.  Like the woman in red, her breasts were both impressive and completely uncovered.  She carried a large sack and had her eyes fixed on the ground as if embarrassed.

The Wolf woman in the red cape continued speaking, barely pausing as the group assessed the Vixen.  “The valuables go in the bag.  But your Jewels,” she paused, letting her free hand rest lightly between the Mouse’s legs, “Your Jewels go in US.”  With that, she lowered her knife, letting the blade trail down the Mouse’s shirt till it reached his breeches.  Then, with one motion, she deftly slit the laces.  She lowered herself to the ground at the same time she lowered his pants.  When Cecilia was eye-to-cock with the Mouse, she smiled and then licked him to full hardness.  She opened her mouth, just barely wide enough to fit the pole in, and slid it past her lips.  Inside her mouth was warm and wet and oh so nice!  The Mouse’s eyes rolled back.  When he looked down, Cecilia looked up, her luminous green eyes meeting his.  Then, with a flick of those gorgeous eyes, she gestured to the waiting Maemi.  When the Mouse didn’t react, she tightened her teeth on his flesh.  Not enough to be painful, but firm enough to get the point across.  She had him by the balls.  Cecilia gestured again.

“Give her anything she wants!” shouted the Mouse quickly.  When the Dogs didn’t move, he added “Now!”  This last command coming out as a squeak, because Cecilia had chosen at that moment to, without loosening her grip, run her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft.  “Fill that bag!” cried the Mouse.  “Whatever she wants is hers.  Hell, give her another bag to fill if she wants.  Just hurry!”

It wasn’t until Maemi had returned from hiding their loot that Cecilia finally moved.  For the Mouse, it had felt like a torturous eternity.  She pushed the Mouse till he was sitting on the wagon, then stood till she had her hips in the air, all without his cock ever leaving her mouth.  She waggled her hips enticingly, still not moving her head at all.  A few moments later, she looked up at the Mouse again, gestured towards the rest of the group standing around, and waggled her hips again.  That was all it took for the Mouse’s will to completely and utterly crumble.  He looked at the men standing around.  “For crying out loud!” he shouted, “will one of you idiots get over here and put a cock in her already?”  There was a mad scramble, the men rushing to obey an order faster than they ever had in their entire lives.  Her needs taken care of, Cecilia finally set about satisfying the Mouse’s.  The rest of the men converged upon the Vixen.  They surrounded her, overwhelming her with their masculine presence.  They toyed with her breasts, and squeezed her butt.  They were thrilled to discover that, shy as she was, she could not say no to them.  She soon found herself dancing, an erotic striptease that had the men.  And when she was done, they had plenty more ideas for what she could do for them.  She found herself straddling one Dog, a second standing in front of her with his cock in her mouth, a third behind her fondling her breasts, and a fourth and fifth next to her, her hands wrapped around their shafts.



When they at last parted ways, both parties were not only completely satisfied but were convinced that they had got the better end of the deal.

Cecilia said to Maemi, “Sexy men to fuck us, and shiny loot to support us.  I told you this would work.  Admit it, it was fun.”

Maemi flushed, not wanting to admit that she had enjoyed being ordered about by so many strong, virile men.


The Bard finished preparing his lute and launched into his song.  It was a relatively new one, but since it featured the nearby Green Cloak forest, he thought it would be popular.  It was one of the songs about the exploits of the White Wolf and Green Fox, a pair of famous thieves.

“Bah,” shouted one old Badger from the bar.  “Them’s old news!  Sing us one about the Forest Angels!”

“Yeah!” chimed in several of the other patrons, particularly the young males.

“Forest Angels?” replied the Bard, perplexed.

“You don’t know about the Forest Angels?” asked the Badger.  “The two most beautiful of women, who live in the Green Cloak?  They say that they charmed the White Wolf and Green Fox with their loveliness, and the two gave up their life of crime to live as their devoted servants.”

“They’re just some story,” shouted a surly Bear.  From his clothes he wasn’t a local.

“No way!” said a young and handsome Squirrel.  “I got to meet them myself.  They helped me ‘hide my nuts’ if you know what I mean.  That was the best day of my life!”

“Excuse me,” said a rough looking Tiger.  He laid a hand on the Squirrel’s shoulder.  “Did you say you met the Forest Angels?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m with the kingdom’s Special Investigation Unit,” he paused to flash a badge, “We’ve been getting reports of the pair known as the Forest Angels for months.  Would you be willing to sign a statement for me?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because, despite how active they are, not a single person we’ve talked to is willing to file formal charges against them.  And we can’t arrest them until someone does.”

“Listen here,” said the bartender, a tough old Horse.  “Nobody around here is going to say a word against those lovely girls.  Do you know how many rich traders come to this town, just hoping they’ll appear?  Why, we went from a rundown backwater to a center of commerce almost overnight.  Those two are celebrities.  And if people want to give a gift to a pair of beautiful celebrities?  And if those girls choose to show their appreciation for said, freely given, gift?  Why, there is nothing wrong with that at all.”

“Nonetheless, it is our job to keep order in this kingdom, and I have been assigned to see these “Forest Angels” into custody.  If no one will help me then I will have to confront them myself,” declared the Tiger.


The next day, the Tiger returned into town just as the sun was beginning to set.  His eyes were dazed and he walked with a stagger, but no one tried to help him.  One look told them he’d be ok.  Because he was quite obviously covered with lip shaped marks of the distinct shade of scarlet lipstick that only the Forest Angels wore.  They were on his cheeks, on his forehead, on his lips…on the fly of his breeches.  Everyone knew just what happened.  The Tiger, not noticing the smirks from the townsfolk, stumbled to his room and closed the door.  An hour later, a messenger was riding with full haste, carrying a request for a transfer in order to carry out a long-term investigation…