SERENA’S ADVENTURES IN RUTWELL FOREST

By Kthanid

With input from SerenaKtty

Chapter 9: Things That Go Hump In The Night

“Is it too short?” She asked, pulling up the night shirt a little to look at it, consequently exposing her lower thighs.

Martin looked. Then he realized he was looking and looked quickly at the ceiling, blushing profusely.

“It...It looks just fine,” he said.

“You know when I said I’d make it up to you later?”

“Uh huh...” Martin said, his voice small and timid.

Serena climbed into Martin’s lap. Then, looking deeply into his eyes, she said in a softly soothing purr....

“Mind if I make it up to you now?”

Martin tried to answer, but could only manage a quiet squeak. In the end, all he could do was shake his head.

“No?” Serena asked, needling Martin a little more. “Do you not want to?”

She got up from his lap, a slight pout on her lips. Martin looked almost panicky.

“That’s all right,” She said with a hint of disappointment in her voice as she moved toward the couch.

“D-don’t m-mind,” Martin managed to squeak out.

Serena half turned toward Martin, noting the look of desperation on his face and the tented area in the lap of his bathrobe. She smiled invitingly.

“D-d-do you r-really want t-to?” Martin asked hopefully. “I d-don’t want t-t-to force you in-into anyth-thing.”

Serena smiled. Ever the gentlefur, she thought.

“You won’t force me into anything,” Serena assured him as she turned and sat down on the couch. “If you really want to, I’ll let you take it at your own pace.”

Martin got up off the chair on trembling legs, moving over to the couch.

“I-I’ve never really...I d-don’t know how t-to st-st-start....”

Serena gently took hold of martin’s hands and set him down on the couch next to her.

“Let your hands do what they want,” she said softly. “Don’t worry about doing anything wrong. Just let them explore.”

Martin reached up an timidly placed a trembling hand over Serena’s breast, giving it a little squeeze.

“That’s it,” Serena coaxed.

Martin placed his other hand on her other breast and started to gently knead them.

“Mmmmm, That’s great,”

“So soft...” Martin whispered. “So nice miss...I mean Serena. You are sooo beautiful...All of you.”

“Thank you.”

His hands moved slowly up over her shoulders and down her arms before returning to her breasts. He caressed down her sides and over her hips. He lowered his head to her chest, rubbing his face in her nightshirt over her breasts. Serena smiled and began to purr softly. Martin sighed contentedly, a silly grin spreading across his face.

“I love to feel you purr, Serena,” he said.

He moved his head up and nuzzled at her neck, feeling the vibrations of her purring in her throat. He sighed deeply. He began licking her throat with quick, tiny little licks.

“I like that,” Serena said, her purr increasing in volume.

He gently caressed her thighs, continuing to lick at her throat.

“You know exactly what I like,” Serena purred.

Martin took one of Serena’s hands gently by the wrist and guided it to his leg. She gently rubbed his leg. Martin licked his way up to her cheek and slowly up the back of her ear then licking to the inside of her ear as he started rubbing her belly.

“I like that,” Serena purred, leaning her head back.

“You taste so nice, Serena,” Martin said.

“Thank you,” Serena said softly, gently rubbing the mink’s shoulders. “See? You can start things just fine.”

Martin moaned softly and relaxed. Serena could almost feel the tension drain out of him.

“R-really?” Martin asked, smiling shyly. “It’s...I mean...You l-like it?”

“I don’t just like it,” Serena said. “I enjoy it.”

Martin’s shy grin grew large and silly across his face. He slipped one hand between her legs, caressing slowly up her inner thigh, inciting a soft purring moan from Serena. He placed his mouth over hers, pressing his tongue against her lips, searching for a way into her mouth. She responded, allowing his tongue to enter and explore her mouth as her tongue entered and explored his. Between her thighs, his hand stopped just short of her sex, gently caressing the furred flesh before it. A few moments later, Martin broke their kiss and looked into Serena’s eyes. Serena saw a trace of fear in Martin’s eyes.

“S-Serena?” Martin asked hesitantly. “C-could you do s-s-something t-to...I mean, for me?”

“What do you want?” Serena asked, smiling warmly.

“Ummm...Th-that thing that Ursula was...I mean...With, you know...With y-your mouth...O-on m-m-my...ummm...?”

Serena’s smile broadened.

“O-only gently?”

“Of course,” Serena said.

Serena untied Martin’s bathrobe. Martin leaned back, his body trembling.

“Just relax,” Serena said in a soothing voice as he opened Martin’s robe and beheld his well tented pajama bottoms. “I’d never hurt you.”

Martin smiled shyly at Serena, his eyes filled with trust. Serena smiled back reassuringly. She gently pulled his pajama bottoms down. Freed of the confining fabric, Martin’s stiff minkhood stood proudly erect, twitching slightly in rhythm with the blood surging within it. Martin’s breathing came short and fast. Serena smiled and licked her lips.

“Relax, Martin,” Serena soothed.

“I’m sorry, Serena,” Martin said, relaxing a little.

“Don’t be,” Serena said.

She gently took hold of his throbbing shaft and lightly rubbed up and down along its length. Martin moaned softly as she continued to slowly stroke up and down his shaft.

“Mmmm, that feels nice, Serena,” Martin moaned softly.

Serena slipped her other hand between the mink’s legs and gently rubbed his furry sack. Martin responded by moaning her name softly and spreading his knees as far apart as the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms would allow. He began to pant softly in time with Serena’s manipulations of his minkhood. She gently stroked his balls while lapping at the head of his stiff shaft of flesh. She licked slowly down the underside of his rigid member, inciting him to moan loudly

“Oh Serena,” he called to her. “Sooo good...Sooo close....”

Serena took his shaft into her mouth, slowly sucking down its length. Martin gripped the coushions as Serena sucked at his minkhood. Serena felt Martin’s thighs tense up, heralding his oncoming orgasm. His fingers dug deeper into the cushions.

“I’m gonna...gonna...Oh yes! Yessss!”

Serena felt Martin’s shaft jerk in her hand as hot streams of his creamy passion gushed into her mouth. She quickly swallowed as much of the slightly salty cream as she could before letting his shaft slip from her mouth. His last couple spurts splashed on her muzzle and in her mouth as she lapped up his liquid passion. Martin moaned softly as he came down slowly. Serena licked her muzzle clean and smiled up at Martin.

“Thank you,” Martin said breathlessly. “Thank you...”

“Anything for you,” Serena said sincerely.

Martin pulled her up next to him and cuddled close to her. He ran one hand down her back to the base of her tail.

“And for you,” he whispered in her ear.

Serena began to purr softly as she felt herself become aroused. Martin slipped away from her and knelt down on the floor. He gently turned her so she was lying on her belly on the couch. Serena smiled, anticipating what the mink had in mind. She shifted a little and raised her rump. To her surprise, Martin lowered his head and licked gently at the base of her tail while his hands caressed over her posterior. Serena was pleasantly surprised at the new level of arousal Martin’s licking and nibbling at her “spot” brought her. A soft, tingling warmth spread through her nethers as she became quickly very wet. Martin caressed over her sides down over her rump and down her thighs before repeating the pattern again.

“Mmmmm I love that,” she moaned softly, shivering in delight. “No one’s ever done that to me before.

“Y-you like it?” Martin ask, pausing only long enough to ask the question.

“I love that, yeah.”

Martin ran two fingers up and down her slit, feeling around for her vaginal entrance.

“Oohhh, even better,” she moaned.

He lightly circled the opening of her love tunnel several times before slipping a finger into her as far as it would reach.

“Ohhh, Martin....”

Martin slowly extracted his finger and circle her entrance a few times before sliding it slowly within her once more. Serena moaned in pleasure. Martin’s other hand replaced his mouth on the base of her tail as he planted many light, quick kisses over her rump. He pushed his muzzle up under her tail and licked softly at her tailpipe. He continued like this for a bit, Serena purring and moaning softly. At length he stopped rubbing the base of her tail to lick at one finger, making it nice and slick. Serena felt the finger press against her tight sphincter. She felt his mouth close over the base of her tail and begin to suck gently on it.

“Mmmmm, I love this,” Serena panted as she felt the tingling in her nethers begin to build.

Martin’s saliva slicked finger pushed past the ring of muscle at her anal opening, sliding deep up her tailpipe. Serena groaned softly as he stroked the finger up her anus in opposition to the finger in her cunny.

“Sh-should I g-go a little faster?” Martin asked timidly.

“Oh yes,” Serena moaned, the tingling in her nether regions building steadily. “More...More, please.”

Martin increased the pace of his pumping fingers. Serena began to pant softly. He began giving his fingers a half twist at the end of each thrust in. He returned to sucking on the base of her tail and increased the stroking speed of his fingers. Serena threw her head back, her nethers all a tingle. Martin slipped a second finger into her cunny and continued to increase his speed.

“Ohh YES, Martin!” she cried out. “You know just how to make me feel good!”

Serena shivered as she edged along her orgasm. Martin relentlessly continued to pump his fingers into her. Serena whimpered out loud as her orgasm finally erupted within her. Martin continued to stroke his fingers into her as the waves of pleasure washed through her. Serena moaned softly, her body shuddering a bit as she came down. Martin pulled his fingers from her body and moved up next to her on the couch. He licked her pussy juice from his fingers while Serena smiled and purred contentedly.

“Y-you taste so n-nice, Serena,” Martin said softly.

Serena turned over on her back, smiling invitingly at her lover. Martin kissed her deeply, cuddling close to her and hugging her tightly. He half slid under her, rolling her over on top of him. His minkhood, once more long and hard, pressed against her belly. Serena smiled and purred thoroughly enjoying Martin’s attentions. He caressed over her back and rump while licking at her neck and chin, making soft mewling noises in the back of his throat.

“S-Serena? C-could we...I...uh, you know?” Martin asked in a quiet, frightened tone. “Butonlyifyoureallywant-to....”

Serena smiled calmly, trying to put the nervous mink at ease.

“Okay.”

Martin took hold of her hips and, with Serena’s assistance, raised them up over his own pelvic area. He tried to position his turgid shaft without the use of his hands, but failed miserably. Sensing his mounting frustration, Serena reached down between her legs, took hold of his shaft and positioned its head at her vaginal opening for him. Martin pushed his pillar of flesh slowly up into her hot, wet cunny, moaning and whimpering softly. He held himself there a moment before pulling slowly almost completely out of her, easing her up a little to let himself look down between her and himself. Serena smiled at him as he stared in rapt fascination at his minkhood being slowly swallowed again and again by her tight, clinging love-tunnel. Serena felt her nethers begin to tingle once more. she grinned in pleasure and let out a purring meow.

Martin smiled up at her warmly and started to quicken his pace, calling out her name softly. He gripped her hips, pulling down on them with each upward thrust, driving himself hard and deep within her.

“Yessss,” Serena hissed and moaned in pleasure.

Martin’s thrusts began to lift her off the couch. He grunted and moaned softly with the effort and building pleasure. Serena panted and began to sweat a little.

“S-Serena,” whimpered softly. Sooo nice...Sooo nice....”

“More!” Serena demanded. “Yes, More!”

Martin’s thrusting became frenzied. Sweat beaded on his brow and soft mewling moans spilled from his throat. His hard, deep thrusts drove the head of his shaft up against her cervix over and over again. Serena moaned loudly as her climax welled up within her like an oncoming tidal wave.

“I’m gonna cum, Martin!” she moaned. “I’m gonna CUM!”

Serena’s rippling vaginal muscles gripped Martin’s minkhood tightly, tipping him over the edge as well. His back arched, lifting her off the couch while he pulled down on her hips pulling her tightly against him. His thick, hot seed gushed into her body. Their bodies locked in mutual ecstasy for a few eternal moments before coming down slowly, shudders of residual sensations rippling through them.

Panting breathlessly, Serena let out an enthusiastic meow and wrapped her arms around Martin. The mink trembled under her.

“That was the best I’ve ever had!” She exclaimed.

Martin looked up into Serena’s bright eyes, smiling weakly but warmly, his own eyes half covered by his drooping eyelids. They held each other, nuzzling and cuddling in the fading heat of their lovemaking.

“That was wonderful,” Serena said at length.

“Mmmhmmm,” Martin agreed, burying his face in her hair. “Thank you, Serena.”

“For what?” Serena asked, still holding Martin to her savoring the warmth of his body against hers.

“F-for being s-so nice...For b-being so patient.”

He gently kissed her nose.

“Anything for you,” she said.

Martin hugged her close and Serena kissed him deeply.

“I’m glad I came to Rutwell,” She said.

“Me t-t-too,” Martin said, a silly grin on his face.

The pair continued to snuggle for several minutes.

“W-we should p-probably get some sleep,” Martin suggested reluctantly at length. “we still have a few people for you to meet in the morning.”

“True,” Serena agreed. “Would you feel uncomfortable sleeping with me tonight?”

“I-I...ummm...thought I would sleep out here,” Martin said quickly, a frightened look on his face. “I don’t want you to f-feel th-that you have to...I mean...you don’t have to...I, uhhh....”

Serena smiled and gently kissed his lips.

“Don’t be scared,” She soothed. “If you do...I would be happy to let you. If you don’t...That’s all right.”

“Y-you really want me t-t-to sssssleep with you?” Martin asked timidly. “In...In m-my bed room? In my b-b-b-bed?”

“If you don’t mind,” Serena said. “If you do, then I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“O-okay, Serena,” Martin said, his tone still a little unsure.

“Besides,” Serena explained. “I’d feel safer. In case on of your overly friendly friends wants to do something.”

“Y-y-you d-don’t like them?”

“I do,” Serena said. “It’s just that Ursula gave me a scare today, that’s all.”

“They like you,” Martin said. “I know Randy does.”

Serena got up off Martin and the couch and helped Martin up.

“How do you know Randy likes me?” Serena asked as she pulled up Martin’s pajama bottoms. Martin blushed profusely when he realized that his pajama bottoms had still been down. Serena giggled, amazed at Martin’s dichotomous attitudes. They had just made love, and here he was blushing over his pants being down.

“H-he told me,” Martin explained. “When you were talking to Beuford the first time.”

“So,” Serena said. “Where is your bedroom?”

“Over here,” Martin said, leading her over to the last unexplored door in his small dwelling.

He opened the door and started in, but stopped short with a startled “Eeep!”

“What is it?” asked, looking over Martin’s shoulder.

The room was a trifle untidy. The bed was unmade several shirts and pairs of pants lay carelessly tossed about the room. Martin scrambled into the room, hurriedly picking up the clutter. Serena looked about the room while Martin picked up. Her gaze fell upon a picture on the nightstand. The picture was of Monica, clad in a modest one piece bathing suit posed innocently an the lake shore. Serena felt a sudden twinge of jealousy wash through her.

“I see you like Monica,” Serena said.

Martin looked up from kicking something under his bed.

“What makes you say...Ahhhh!”

Martin spotted the picture and scrambled over frantically over his bed looking panicked, embarrassed and miserable all at once.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He grabbed the picture and rushed over to his dresser and stuffed it into a drawer. He kept his back to Serena and hung his head miserably.

“Why are you hanging your head?” Serena asked.

“I’ll...I’ll sleep out on the couch i-if you want me to,” he said, his tone soft and pitiable. “Y-you must b-be mad.”

“Mad about what?”

“Monica’s picture. I-I like her...I like you, too...I didn’t want to hurt you....”

Serena smiled and giggled.

“You didn’t hurt me,” She said. “You...aren’t going out with her, are you?”

“Well...yeah, sort of,” Martin admitted sheepishly. “We go for walks, and out to eat. I help out around her place. Her Brother and sister can be a real handful.”

“But...Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?” Serena asked, smiling coyly. “Because, if you’re not, then that means I still have a chance.”

“I-I think sh-she likes me,” Martin said, sweating nervously. “B-but we never...I mean...You know....”

“That’s all right,” Serena said with a warm and inviting smile as she sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to her.

“Y-you’re not mad?” Martin asked timidly.

Martin walked slowly over to Serena, his legs moving almost of their own volition. Serena took his arm and guided him to sit next to her.

“Nope,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Do you want me to be?”

Before he could answer, Serena kissed him lovingly.

“Mmmmm, no,” Martin managed to say, his voice dreamy and distant. “Please don’t be mad.”

Serena continued the kiss, feeling Martin melt in her arms.

“Then I won’t be,” She whispered against his lips.

Her mischievous grin returning, she quickly scooted into bed, leaving Martin kissing at the empty air with his eyes closed.

“Join me, won’t you?” she asked.

Martin opened his eyes. He smiled nervously and crawled into the bed next to Serena. The small bed was cozy for two. Martin trembled as he slid up next to Serena.

“Why are you all shaken up?” Serena asked, a little confused by Martin’s nervousness. “We just made love, didn’t we? How is laying next to each other any different...other than we have our clothes on?”

“B-but, this is my bedroom,” Martin said meekly, shifting to lie on his back. “And, we’re lying in...in m-my b-b-b....”

“So?” Serena said in a soothing voice as she scooted up close to Martin. “Just relax.”

“Eeeep!” Martin squeaked as his entire body went very ridgid.

Serena lay on her side and rested her hand on Martin’s chest. His heart thudded in his breast. She looked him over, noting the tented area of the blankets. She smiled, but decided that she needed to put Martin at ease.

“I’m sorry Serena,” Martin whimpered when he noticed where her attention was focused. He quickly covered the area with his hands. “Y-you must th-think I’m some kind of...Of s-s-s-s...maniac.”

“Turn on your side and face me,” Serena said in a soft tone.

“B-but what about...?”

“Just do it.”

Martin rolled over and looked into Serena’s calm blue eyes. Serena could feel the mink tremble against her and his stiff, minkhood as it pressed against her belly.

“Calm down,” she said gently as she snuggled up against him. “Now put your arms around me, and hold me.”

Martin did as he was instructed, putting his arms around her and holding her gently. He continued to tremble.

“Shhhh. Just take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”

Martin tried to comply, but all he ended up letting out a frightened squeak. Serena smiled a giggled softly.

“Try again,” she encouraged.

Martin did a little better this time and seemed to calm somewhat.

“Now take another deep breath and let it out slowly.”

Martin complied and his tension seemed to drain out of him. His trembling lessened and stopped.

“There we go,” Serena smiled serenely at him.

Martin looked back to her affectionately.

“Now, if you don’t want to be horny,” She said calmly. “Just imagine something as disgusting and ugly as you can think of.”

Martin closed his eyes, his brow knit in concentration.

“Ursula pulling my tail and holding me upside down,” He mumbled softly. “Willowmeena trying to make me c-c-cum eight times....”

Martin’s erection continued to throb against Serena’s belly. Trying to help the situation, Serena scooted back a little so as not to be in contact with Martin’s minkhood.

“Keep trying,” she encouraged. “Something really gross that you can’t stand the sight of.”

“Ummm, Aroma when she...”

Martin’s erection withered rapidly. Though curious as to what Martin had found so disgusting about the punk skunk, she decided that it was best not to press him.

“There,” Serena said. “Now try to keep that in mind and you won’t be so...stiff.”

“Th-thank you,” Martin smiled keeping his eyes closed.

Serena kissed him as he drifted quickly off to sleep. She cuddled up to him, savoring his warmth and closeness before she, too, drifted off into a contented sleep.

Serena awakened suddenly. The room was still dark. Martin was cuddled up against her, sleeping deeply and mumbling something about “Miss Vixen”. Serena felt a twinge of jealousy, wondering about who this Vixen person was. A rustling sound from out in the living room quickly banished these thoughts. She raised up a little, holding the blanket up to cover herself and looked out the bedroom doorway. She could just make out a shadow huddled over her suitcase.

Taking care not to disturb Martin, she slowly and quietly stole out of the bed and made her way stealthily up behind the shadow. A floorboard creaked as she drew near and the shadowed figure turn quickly around. Serena could just make out the shape an coloration of a raccoon wearing a pink mask.

“Sh-sh-sh-sh,” it said as it held up a finger to it’s lips.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my suitcase?” Serena whispered angrily.

The Raccoon grinned broadly and placed a hand on his chest, a pair of Serena’s panties dangling from the hand.

“I am the Masked Fetishist,” The Raccoon announced in a grand whisper.

“Oh, it’s you, Fettish,” Serena said, somewhat relieved. “Those happen to be my panties.”

“I know,” Fettish chuckled softly, rubbing the silken cloth against his cheek. “They’re very nice.”

“I happen to need them,” Serena said, snatching her panties back from the raccoon. “Now go on...Off with you.”

“Oh please?” Fettish pleaded. “I have a pair from every female fur in the forest.”

“These are my favorite panties,” Serena explained with measured patience as she strode over to the couch. “If I give you a pair, will you leave us to sleep in peace?”

“Ummm, could you put them on for a couple minutes first?” Fettish asked with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Oh for bloody sakes,” Serena sighed as she took out Vixen’s panties from under the cushion on the couch.

She stalked back to her suitcase, her patience nearing it’s end. She took out an older pair and quickly stepped into them.

“There,” she whispered angrily at the happily smiling raccoon.

“Oh thank you!” Fettish grinned.

Serena stripped off the panties and handed them to the Raccoon.

“And here,” she said, tossing vixen’s shorts to Fettish. “Have an extra pair.”

Fettish sniffed at vixens panties then held them out reverently to Serena.

“I can’t take these,” Fettish said. “I already have a pair of hers.”

“Now do you mind letting me sleep?” Serena asked, tossing vixen’s panties aside. “I look horrid.”

“You don’t look horrid,” Fettish said taking a long deep sniff of Serena’s panties, savoring her intimate scents. “You look beautiful.”

“Sure I do,” Serena said skeptically, mussing with her disheveled hair. “I look like a bleeding nightmare.”

“Absolutely beautiful...” Fettish said as he lay flat on the carpet and gently caressed her foot tenderly.

As he began kissing each toe and caressing up her calf, Serena saw that anger wasn’t working. If anything, the raccoon seemed all the more determined to continue interrupting her sleep. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the attention...But she was tired and the raccoon was just too odd for her to deal with. She decided a change of tactics was in order.

“Anyway...could you please leave and let me get some sleep?” she pleaded. “I’ll be so much better....”

The raccoon got quickly to his feet. He breathed in another healthy whiff from Serena’s panties.

“As you wish,” he said gallantly.

“Goodnight, Fettish.” Serena said with a tired smile.

Fettish executed a quick bow then tiptoed over to the front door and slipped silently outside. Serena walked quietly back to the bedroom, shaking her head and wondering just what she had got herself into. She slipped back into the bed and snuggled up against Martin, resting her head on his chest and enjoying his closeness. She purred softly as she drifted once more off to sleep.

The sunlight streaming in through Martin’s bedroom window awakened Serena. Martin slept peacefully snuggled against her with his minkhood stiff and laying pressed between them. She noticed a damp, sticky patch on her night shirt and Martin’s pajamas. She smiled, thinking nothing of it and snuggled closer to Martin.

“You awake?” Came a small, female voice.

Serena lifted her head up and opened her sleepy eyes. She spotted a small, golden furred, red-haired mouse sitting on the night-stand. She was dressed in an explorers style shirt and shorts and had just finished removing a hiking boot. The boot’s mate rested on the nightstand next to her.

“Who are you?” Serena asked groggily.

“I’m Honey,” The mouse replied with a warm, friendly smile as she removed her sock. “Honey mouse.”

The mouse stood up and extended her hand. Serena reached over Martin and shook the mouse’s hand.

“Pleased to meet you.” Serena yawned. “Sorry”

Serena sat up and stretched. Martin mumbled something and promptly fell back to sleep.

“Not at all,” Honey said pleasantly as she started to unbutton her shirt. “But your being awake does take some of the fun out of this.”

“Fun out of what?” Serena asked, still trying to shake the morning cobwebs.

The mouse stripped off her shirt, baring her proportionally large breasts.

“Well,” Honey explained as she started unfastening her shorts. “The idea was not to wake either of you.”

“I’m lost,” Serena said, still not quite fully awake. But seeing as I’m up....”

Serena slowly crawled out of bed so as not to wake Martin. On the nightstand, the mouse stripped off her shorts and panties, revealing a lush growth of red pubic fur as she continued with her explanation.

“You see, I know Martin is a heavy sleeper, but I wasn’t sure about you. I’m something of a thrill seeker, you see.”

The now naked mouse leapt onto the bed and crawled over martin, pulling down the blankets. Serena made her way to the door, still in a fog.

“I see,” she said absently. “Well, I’m going to fix some breakfast.”

“Me too,” Honey smiled as she freed Martin’s erection from his pajamas and licked her lips hungrily.

Serena made her way out into the kitchen and rummaged around until she came up with the tools and ingredients for French toast. While she prepared breakfast, she thought she heard Martin’s muffled voice moaning. Several minutes later, while she prepared the eggs for the French toast, Honey came into the room, naked but carrying her clothes. She couldn’t be sure, but the mouse seemed a bit plumper around the middle. Serena blinked in disbelief as her sleep fuzzy mind suddenly put the mouse’s activities of the past few minutes into focus. Honey dressed quickly then just as quickly scaled the drawers to the counter.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she offered.

“I think I’ve got it,” Serena said as she started a pot of hot water and heated up the stove. “But would you like to stay for breakfast?”

“I think I still have a little room left,” Honey said, patting her belly and grinning broadly. “Thanks. You must be Serena.”

“That’s right,” Serena said. “Who told you?”

“Well, I’m guessing it was your name Martin was calling while I was getting him off,” Honey explained in a matter of fact tone, but with a broad smile on her face. “Also considering where I found you two this morning and that stain on your nightshirt.”

“That’s right, I’m Serena. Do you think Martin likes me...? I know he has a thing for Monica, but I’m not sure about me.”

Honey laughed out loud.

“Yeah,” the mouse chuckled. “He likes Monica...But he was calling out your name, sweetie. And of course, I think Monica may still be a virgin.”

“What does calling my name have to do with his liking Monica?”

“I think he likes you both, but for different reasons,” Honey said. “Now, again, I’m just guessing...But I’d be willing to bet that you and ‘Mr. Shyness’ were...ummm... Intimate, last night?”

“Well...” Serena said, blushing as she cooked. “Yeah. A few times yesterday to be exact.”

“I’d say that’s a big yes, then,” Honey said with a knowing smile. “Well, Monica and him...It’s sort of different. He’s shy and she’s a little naive about the whole boy/girl thing.”

“Oh? And Martin likes that?”

“Well, they say like attracts like. Have you met any of the other female furs in Rutwell yet?”

“I have,” Serena said, placing the plate with the finished French toast on the stove to keep it warm.

“You may have noticed a distinct tendency toward...aggressive behavior where sex is concerned.”

Serena nodded quickly.

“Well, Monica is sort of the exception. I don’t know why exactly, but she is.”

Martin stumbled into the kitchen, a silly grin on his face, apparently oblivious to the fact that his flaccid minkhood was hanging out of his pajamas.

“Good morning, Martin,” Serena said, smiling sweetly.

“Good Morning,” Martin replied.

Honey giggled, eyeing Martins limp phallus and licking her lips.

“Sleep well?” Serena asked as she went over to the still half asleep mink.

She kissed him good morning and gave a deft tug on Martin’s Pajamas to conceal his exposed pride.

“Yeah,” Martin answered. “I woke up a little tired though.”

“Hope you’re hungry,” Serena said. “I’m making French toast.”

“Oh yeah, but you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” Serena said. “I love cooking.”

“Awww, you put it away,” Honey said with a sly grin.

“Oh, hi, Miss Honey,” Martin said, a cluesless look on his face.

“Would you like something hot to drink, Martin?” Serena asked.

“Yes please, Martin answered. “There’s some hot chocolate up in the cupboard. The French toast smells good.”

“Got to agree with the mink, Serena,” Honey said, sniffing the air. “It smells great.”

Serena served up martin’s hot chocolate and went back to finish making the French toast.

“I wonder if Joy ever found Randy...” Joy said.

“Don’t think so,” Honey answered. “Randy was out all night. At least he wasn’t home when I stopped by this morning. Of course he might have been at Joy’s place, but not usually all night.”

“Where else would he normally go?” Serena asked, a little concerned at Honey’s news.

“That depends,” Honey said. “What kind of mood was he in?”

“I have no idea,” Serena admitted.

“Maybe we should look for him,” Martin suggested.

“After we eat,” Serena said as she finished making the last of the French toast.

Honey, seeing that breakfast was about to be served, took a running leap from the counter toward the table. She sailed through the air, stretching her small body and just catching the edge of the table with her fingers. She quickly hauled herself up, a wild grin on her face, and sat cross-legged on the table.

“If they taste as good as they smell, Serena,” Honey said. “I may have to come over more often.”

“Did you want some hot chocolate, Honey?” Martin asked as Serena served breakfast.

“Already had some hot cream this morning, Martin,” the mouse said. “But thanks anyway.”

“Hot cream?” martin asked with a clueless look on his face.

Honey smiled innocently. Serena smiled and surpressed an urge to giggle. Martin ate heartily while Honey asked for a quarter of a slice due to her small size and her pre breakfast meal. Serena sat down and ate also. Both Martin and Honey complimented Serena on her culinary skills. After breakfast, Martin cleaned of the table and washed the dishes.

“Well,” Martin said as he put the last plate away. “I’m going to get dressed. I’ll be right back.”

Serena smiled, half tempted to follow Martin into the bedroom. Remembering their diminutive guest, however, she thought better of it. She went to her suitcase in the livingroom and took out a shirt and shorts. Honey followed Serena out of the kitchen and climbed up on the couch. While Serena was slipping into her shirt, there came a knock on the door. Thinking perhaps it was Randy, Serena went to answer the knock without putting on her shorts, instead, carrying them with her. She opened the door to find Amanda standing there holding Martin’s jeans and shirt, cleaned and pressed.

“Oh, Good morning...” they both said in unison, both equally surprised.

“Won’t you come in?” Serena asked, recovering first.

She quickly slipped her shorts on as Amanda walked in.

“I, ummm, hope I’m not intruding.” Amanda said.

“Naw, come in and join the orgy,” Honey called from the couch.

“Oh, well...If you’re busy,” Amanda said, apparently taking Honey’s invitation literally. “I just thought I’d drop these off and apologize for yesterday.”

“It’s all right,” Serena said, taking Martin’s clothes.

“Ursula was sorta pissed after you left.” Amanda chuckled. “Of course, I don’t think I helped the situation any.”

“Meaning...?” Serena asked, a little worried about meeting the she-grizzly again.

“Well, I sorta kept tickling her and...” Amanda said with a mischievous smile.

“And...?” Serena prompted.

“Let’s just say that she was pissed...literally.”

Serena burst out laughing.

“Anyway,” Amanda chuckled. “I have to get back to my workshop. I just wanted to drop the clothes off and apologize. Please feel free to drop by anytime.”

“I was wondering,” Serena said. “If you could help me build a home?”

“I’d be happy to,” Amanda smiled. “What kind of structure did you have in mind?”

“What would you suggest for a cat?”

“Well, Cleo has hers built into the trunk of a tree...But then she’s a little weird, being a sorceress and all. Cottages are fairly popular...or maybe something combining natural and constructed...Hmmm. Tell you what...Let me run through a couple design ideas and I’ll get back to you with some blue prints.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Take care,” Amanda said as the let herself out.

“What did Amanda want?” Martin asked as he came out of the bedroom, now fully dressed in jeans and a tank top.

“She dropped off our clothes,” Serena said.

“Oh, good,” Martin smiled.

“Hey, Serena,” Honey giggled from the couch, holding up a pair of green panties. “You shouldn’t leave these laying out. People might talk.”

“They aren’t mine,” Serena said, a twinge of jealousy in her tone.

“Huh?” Martin said. “Then who’s...?”

“Vixen’s,” Serena said, glancing pointedly at Martin. “Whoever she is.”

“V-V-Vixen?” Martin stammered, starting to sweat nervously.

“Yes,” Serena said. “Who is she, Martin?”

“Oh cool!” Honey exclaimed. “They finally got around to visiting you, Martin?”

“Oh, well...uh...I thought she was...I mean...I...”

“What the scarlet mink here is trying to tell you,” Honey explained. “Is that Vixen, and her partner, Rudolph, are Santa’s helpers assigned to Rutwell forest.”

“Oh?”

“They visit Rutwell every year, spreading good will, joy, and the legs of all the good little furs throughout the forest.”

Serena burst out laughing, Martin looked like he was going to faint.

“Sh-sh-she was r-r-real?”

“Looks like Martin was a good little fur last year,” Honey giggled, waving the panties in the air.

“I-I thought she was a dream,” Martin said.

“A wet dream to be precise,” Serena chuckled.

“Believe me, Sweetie,” Honey giggled. “They’re real. Either that or I get the biggest, hardest and tastiest wet dreams in the forest.”

Martin snatched the panties away from Honey and wadded them up and stuffed them in his pocket.

“I’m sorry, Serena,” he said, hanging his head and looking miserable.

“Why did you stuff them in your pocket?” Serena asked, her jealous streak flaring.

“I j-j-just didn’t want them laying out in f-front of you and Honey.”

“Hrm...” Serena huffed.

“I’ll p-put them away,” Martin said as he turned and headed for his bedroom.

“In your bedroom?” Serena asked.

“I-if she’s real,” Martin said. Shouldn’t I give them back?”

“Where would you leave them for her to pick up?” Serena asked, unwilling to just let the subject drop.

“Out with the cookies and milk this year,” Martin said in all seriousness.

Honey burst out laughing. She clutched her sides and rolled right off the couch with a small thump.

Martin frown, looking very indignant and stomped into his bedroom. Serena followed him, concerned about his reaction. She hadn’t meant to be mean about the situation, she had just wanted to know Martin’s mind about this ‘Vixen’ person.

“you okay?” she asked.

“I just want to do the right thing,” Martin said miserably. He looked almost on the verge of tears. “If...If sh-she was real...then I...I....”

Serena went up to him and laid a finger gently to his lips.

“Sh-she showed me...I mean she taught me how...”

Martin fell silent and looked at the floor.

“She taught you how to what?”

Martins cheeks flushed brightly.

“Ummm...That thing I...ummm...I-I mean, down there...With my t-t-t...ummm....”

Serena looked at him questioningly.

“When I...ummm...T-tasted you....”

“Oh,” Serena said.

“I’d only ever tried it once before the lake, yesterday.”

Serena smiled both at the memory of the lake and in appreciation of Martin’s honesty.

“I’m sorry these got left out,” Martin said sorrowfully, stuffing the offending garment into a drawer. “I had no idea that they were out there, or that they...they....”

“That they would be found?”

“That they even existed.”

“I’m sorry I laughed at you, Martin,” Honey apologized from the door. It’s just that it was so cute that you left cookies and milk for those two.”

“‘Sokay, Honey,” Martin said.

“Anyway, I gotta be going,” honey said. “Gonna try and get Sylvester to eat me. Take care you two.”

“Bye,” Serena said as Honey left the bedroom.

“You...You’re not mad at me...Are you?” Martin asked quietly.

“Maybe,” Serena said with a playful smile. “Maybe not.”

Without another word she turned and walked out of the bedroom. Martin came out a couple minutes later, still looking sad and repentant. Serena looked at him, Martin averted his gaze and looked at the floor.

“I’ll introduce you to Mister Prez and Miss Donna today,” he said. “If you still want me too.”

“Of course,” Serena said.

“Shall we go?” he asked with a weak, hopeful smile.

Serena nodded. Martin opened and held the door for her.

“Thank you,” Serena said as she stepped outside.

Martin followed, leading Serena down a trail into the forest.

To Be Continued