THE FAMILY IN RUTWELL FOREST

By Kthanid

With input from SerenaKtty

Chapter 14: The wedding

“The wedding!” the kits all whined excitedly. “Tell us about the wedding.”

Serena, Monica and Martin all exchanged a warm, loving look at the thought of that special day in their lives. Without hesitation, Serena started in.

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Beuford waited impatiently for Binky to finish getting ready. He was dressed in a split tailed tux with his badge affixed to the left breast. He held a bouquet of baby’s breath behind him.

“Ah’m almost ready!” Binky called out from her bedroom.

“We’re goin’ ta be late,” Beuford called back.

Beuford tapped his foot impatiently. He hated to be late. He had just finished muttering something about a female’s sense of time when the sound of Binky clearing her throat caught his attention. He looked toward Binky’s room to find the young bunny leaning against the door frame in a seductive pose. She wore a black dress that tightly hugged every tantalizing curve on her firm little body. The dress was split up one side to about mid thigh and her ample breast strained the seams to their limit. She wore a black choker around her neck with a gold carrot affixed to it. Her shock of purplish hair hung down over one eye. Her ears were bound in a black ribbon and were draped over one shoulder.

Beuford’s tongue lolled out of his mouth. He panted softly and his tail whipped the air behind him.

“Ah take it y’all approve of mah takin’ a li’l extra tahme?”

Beuford nodded drunkenly and held out the flowers he had brought, stiff armed, toward Binky.

“Fuh li’l ol’ me?” Binky smirked as she slinked over to take the flowers. “Oh, Beuford! They’s beautiful!”

Binky raised up on her tip toes and kissed the smitten hound’s cheek. Beuford recovered himself though his cheeks flushed hotly.

“Not as beautiful as Y’alls lovely self, Miss Binky,” he managed to say. “We really should be getting’ ta th’ town hall, though.”

“Then let’s git movin’,” Binky grinned.

Binky went as quickly as her dress would let her to the closet to get the ladder she used for her non-hop capable guests. Beuford helped her set it up and steadied it for her.

“Cain’t very well hop in this dress,” Binky observed as she started up the ladder. “No tellin’ whot mahght pop out.”

Beuford grinned broadly as he watched Binky’s lovely rump sway back and forth up the ladder. Binky grinned slyly to herself, knowing full well what her little display was doing to the constable. She climbed out of the burrow and waited while Beuford followed her out. The constable took her arm and the mis-matched pair headed for the town hall.

They hadn’t got far at all when they came across Bobbie Fox. She wore a yellow, mid-thigh length dress and a matching yellow bow in her hair. She smiled brightly as she came up to the pair.

“Hello, Binky, Constable,” She said cheerily. “You look so beautiful, Binky. And constable, how handsome you look.”

Beuford grinned sheepishly. A sly smile crept to Binky’s muzzle. She knew Beuford was unaware of Bobbie’s unusual ‘gift’ and found herself wondering just how he might react.

“Y’all’s headed th’wrong way, Miss Bobbie,” Beuford informed the lovely fox. “Th’ town hall’s in th’ othah direction.”

“I know, Constable,” Bobbie said. “I’m on my way to Serena’s to see if Harley will walk me to the wedding.”

Alarms went off in Binky’s brain. She knew Bobbie really liked Harley and that the feelings seemed mutual. But now there was Serena’s new houseguest, Wannah, who had seemed to decide that Harley belonged to her. And then there was Harley’s new ‘condition’ to consider.

“Ummm, Bobbie, sugah…Y’all mahght want ta be prepared fuh a little competition,” Binky said.

“Competition?” Bobbie asked, her bright smile fading into a mask of concern. “He…He has a girlfriend?”

“Well, Not exactly,” Binky said. “She sorta, well, attached herself to him. She’s a Sabre-toothed Tiger.”

“A t-t-t-tiger?” Bobbie stammered.

“Ah’m shuh Harley would be happy ta walk ta th’ weddin’ with Y’all,” Binky said quickly. “Y’all mahght have ta share him is all.”

“Share him?” Bobbie echoed. “With a t-t-tiger?”

“Now dun y’all fret none,” Binky reassured the distraught vixen. “Wannah can look an’ act a bit scary, but she really is nice once y’all gets ta know huh.”

“Y’all bettah hurry though,” Beuford Chimed in. “Th’ weddin’s gonna be stahtin’ up soon.”

“I will,” Bobbie said quickly. “I’ll see you at the town hall.”

Bobbie headed off down the trail toward Serena’s home, where Harley was staying. Binky and Beuford watched her go. Binky noted that the brightness had disappeared from Bobbie’s demeanor and that the fox’s tail seemed to droop as she hurried along.

“Where Har-lee get fancy skins?” Wannah asked as she watched the tall handsome fox adjust his tux.

“They aren’t skins,” Harley explained. “They’re fabric. It’s woven threads.”

Wannah frowned as she tried to understand. After a moment or two she gave up and concentrated on watching Harley wrap a strip of ‘fabric’ around his neck and tie it in a pretty bow. Harley caught her watching and smiled to himself.

“Would you like to try it?” He asked.

Wannah nodded enthusiastically and leapt up from the bed. Harley swallowed hard and re-thought the wisdom of his question as the big saber-toothed Tigress padded up to him, her muscles rippling under her short fur. He undid his tie and held it out to her. Wannah took the cloth strip and put it around Harley’s neck. She frowned in concentration as she fumbled with tying the bow. At last she grinned broadly and pulled the bow tight.

“Wannah do! Wannah do!!”

Harley, whose eyes bulged from their sockets and whose cheeks were turning blue from lack of oxygen, quickly worked the tie a little looser and straightened it out a little.

“N-not bad,” he gasped. “Very good, Wannah.”

Harley chuckled softly. It was hard to be mad at Wannah. She tried so hard to please him. She was just ‘over exuberant’…And just a little possessive.

“Wannah go to ritual?” The tigress asked.

“If you want to,” Harley said.

Wannah smiled happily then frowned as she looked first at Harley’s tux and then at her own tattered skins that did very little to conceal her feminine attributes. She went out into the living room with a purposeful gleam in her eye. Harley finished adjusting his tux and placed a carnation in his boutonniere. It was then he heard the sound of tearing fabric.

Harley rushed out into the living room. He found Wannah, her skins cast off on the floor, holding a section of red cloth from the couch around her hips.

“Wannah!” he shouted. “What are you doing?! Serena just got that fixed!!”

“Fa-brik,” Wannah grinned happily as she tied the cloth section over one hip, making sort of a partial dress split all the way up to the hip.

Harley slapped his hand to his forehead and groaned. Serena was going to be furious. He looked up again as Wannah used one if her claws to cut out another section of couch covering and used it to secure her ample chest. He sighed in resignation. Wannah posed innocently, even shyly in her new ‘skins’.

“Har-lee like?” She asked softly.

“Ummm…Yes, Wannah,” He admitted in spite of his misgivings about the source of her new clothing. “You look very nice.”

Wannah Squealed happily and bounded over to Harley, latching onto him with a bear hug that might even have daunted Ursula.

“We…We need to g-get going, Wannah,” Harley managed to wheeze once Wannah released him.

A knock at the door gave Harley a moment to recover as Wannah hurried over to answer it. The big tigress smiled brightly as she opened the door.

“What want?” she grinned.

“Is…Is H-H-Harly here?” asked a timid little voice.

Wannah looked down, her grin dissolving into a scowl as she saw the frightened looking vixen before her. A low growl rumbled in her chest.

“Right here, Bobbie!” Harley said as he hurried up behind Wannah. “Aren’t you going to the wedding?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to walk to the wedding with me,” Bobbie said quickly as she kept looking back and forth between Harley and Wannah.

“Of course I do,” Harley smiled warmly at Bobbie.

“Who this?” Wannah growled.

“This is Bobbie,” Harley explained quickly. “She’s a…She’s a friend. Like Serena.”

Wannah eyed Bobbie suspiciously.

“Okay…Wannah believe Har-lee,” The tigress said as she took Harley’s arm in hers. “But Harley have to zug-zug Wannah good after ritual.”

“Zug-zug?” Bobbie asked, looking at Harley.

Harley grinned sheepishly.

“I’ll explain later.”

Martin paced back and forth in Prez’s office. Nervous sweat popped off his head and he wrung his hands together anxiously. Randy, a bemused expression on his face, reclined easily in Prez’s comfortable leather chair. Shelby, the collection of six rings in their pillowed box clutched in his lap sat on the desk.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Martin said, more to himself than anyone else in the room.

“Getting’ cold feet there, pal?” Randy asked as he filched another of Prez’s chocolate cigars.

“Yes…I mean NO! I just…Why am I so nervous? It’s not like there’s anything to be embarrassed about. I mean, it’s not like we’re being intimate for the first time or anything.”

“Intimate?!” Shelby laughed. “They’re preggers with your kits…Daddy!”

Martin felt his blood turn to ice.

“I think you just hit the nerve, Shelby,” Randy grinned broadly. “Daddy here, is scared to death of being a daddy.”

“I am not!” Martin defended. “Am I?”

Randy hopped up from the chair and laid a hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“Martin, do you love Serena and Monica?”

“Yes,” Martin said without hesitation. “With all my heart.”

“Do Serena and Monica love you?”

“I…I think so…”

“Too right! You know they do,” Shelby piped up.

“Yes,” Martin corrected himself. “Yes they do.”

“Then how can you not love something that the three of you have made, are making and will make?”

Martin looked at Randy in confusion.

“A family, you dope,” Randy grinned.

“But what if I screw up?” Martin fretted.

“Oh, well screwing up is part of life,” Randy said dismissively. “Besides, if you don’t screw up once in a while, what ever will your friends have to embarrass you with in front of your kits?”

Martin chuckled and smiled, feeling much more relaxed.

“Feeling better, now?” Randy asked.

Martin smiled and nodded.

“Still nervous?”

“Just a little,” Martin said.

“Need a blowjob before you go out?”

Martin looked aghast at his friend who gave him a good natured slap on the back and burst out laughing at Martin’s reaction as the music drifted in from the main hall.

“Serena, will y’all just settle down?” Binky said as she tried to halt Serena’s pacing. “Y’all’s as nervous as a long tailed ca…”

Serena’s glare cut Binky short.

“Oooops,” Binky grinned, having accomplished her goal. “Cat metaphor. I forgot.”

“Relax, Serena,” Joy said. “I swear, Martin was less nervous the first time I caught him playing with himself than you are now.”

“I’ve forgotten something,” Serena fretted as she looked wildly about the room. “I know I have.”

“Serena…” Joy pleaded. “You’re scaring Monica.”

Serena looked over at her soon to be mate. Monica clutched her bridal bouquet as if her life depended on it and tapped her heels nervously.

“My bouquet!” Serena blurted out. “I forgot my bouquet! I must have left it at home! I have to go back and get it!”

“It’s right here, Serena,” Shiela said as she held out the flowers to Serena.

Serena took the bouquet but this did little to calm her down.

“Oh NO! We can’t go through with it!” Serena exclaimed suddenly.

“Whah not?” Binky sighed.

“Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue!” Serena said anxiously. “Our dresses are new, but we don’t have any of the others!!”

“Oh my,” Monica exclaimed, Serena’s panic infecting her.

Joy cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention. She calmly blew on her nails and buffed them on her shoulder.

“This is why you have Brides maids,” she grinned.

Joy pulled out a small box and held it out to the nervous brides. Monica and Serena took the box in trembling hands and slowly opened it. Within they found a pair of silver necklaces each adorned with a single large sapphire.

“Something old, borrowed and blue,” Joy grinned. “They belonged to my mother and her mother before her.”

Monica and Serena were struck speechless. They embraced Joy with happy tears in their eyes. A knock on the door interrupted the tender moment. Shiela went over and peered out to find her father standing there in a tux but with his outback hat occupying its usual spot.

“I’ve come for me daughters,” Daniel said.

Monica rushed over and hugged her father. Daniel returned the hug and held out his arm to Serena. Serena blushed and went over to embrace Daniel.

“Nevah was a fahthah so proud of his daughters than I am of you two right now,” Daniel said, a tear in his eye.

The three held each other close. Monica holding her father and her lover, wrapped in love and security. Daniel held his daughters…His daughters in sprit if not in flesh. Like any father, he felt the pang of loss at this moment. And yet the pride he felt more than countered the loss. His girls were about to become wives and mothers as well. Serena hugged Daniel and Monica. When he had called her his daughter, her heart had fluttered in her chest. She was part of a family again and her family was about to get larger…And soon, larger still. She wept against Daniels chest…Tears of joy that would not be held back. As they held each other the music in the hall began.

“Time ta go, me beautiful, beautiful daughtahs.”

The twin organs, played by the cheetah brothers, struck up the opening notes of the wedding march as Daniel appeared at the entrance to the hall, Serena on his left arm and Monica on his right. Joy followed Monica and Binky followed Serena with Shiela brining up the rear. Butterflies fluttered in the bellies of both brides as they began their slow procession toward the podium where Prez waited for them with a warm smile.

Nearly all of Rutwell Forest was in attendance in the white and red flower decorated hall. Serena spotted Harley sitting nervously between Bobbie and Wannah. She frowned when she saw what Wannah was wearing and silently hoped that she would have a couch left when she returned to her home. Monica spotted William sitting next Patti who wore a thick quilt over her quills. The skunk sisters sat together holding hands and drying each others tears. Monica noted that the sisters were actually wearing dresses, even if Aroma’s was made of black leather.

Out of the corner of her eye, Serena spotted a large cloaked form near the back of the room in a shadowy corner. The shape’s large clawed hands scribbled frantically on a sketch-pad as its decidedly reptilian tail swayed slowly back and forth. Binky spied the constable among the crowd. She flashed him a bright smile and wink. Then, for just an instant, at the far side of the room, she thought she spied a strange, wild looking rabbit. The rabbit sported a pair of antlers and winked at her before she lost sight of it. For a moment, she almost thought she knew him. Her heart raced in her chest yet she didn’t know why.

At last they reached podium. Monica sighed and silently thanked the powers that be as she was sure her trembling legs could not have carried her another step without giving out. Serena too was more than happy to reach the podium. The group turned and Daniel took his seat next to his wife. All eyes returned to the hall’s entrance.

Martin appeared at the doorway looking absolutely terrified. Randy walked at his side a confident smirk on his muzzle. Serena wondered just how smug Randy would be if he were walking down the aisle to marry Joy. Shelby brought up the rear carrying the box with the wedding bands. Monica wondered if she and Serena had looked as frightened as Martin did when they had walked up to the podium. In what seemed to the brides to be far less time than it had taken them, Martin reached the podium. The groom and the brides turned toward Prez who smiled and opened his dusty book of protocols.

“Dearly beloved,” he began in a warm yet authoritative voice. “We are gathered here, in the presence of our families, friends and neighbors, to join these three in the blessed state of Matrimony. If there is anyone here, who can show just cause why these furs should not be married…Let him speak now or forever hold his…”

(TATTLE TATTLE TATTLE)

“I object to this whole immoral procedure!” Sylvester hissed as he slithered into the hall.

Serena felt her blood boil. Sylvester! She thought as she glared at the serpent. If you ruin today so help me I’ll…

“One male! One female! For the purpose of creating a family! That’s what marriage is. Not however many or whatever sex you feel like! This whole travesty is a sha---URK!!!”

Sylvesters rant was cut short by a large brown furred paw wrapping around his neck. Ursula lifted the gasping tattle snake up and glared menacingly into his eyes.

“Let’s you and I have a little chat…Outside.

Ursula grinned pleasantly at the brides and groom and dragged Sylvester outside. Monica and Martin shuddered at the thought of what might be in store for Sly. Serena was sure it wouldn’t be anywhere near what she would have done.

Prez cleared his throat.

“Since Sylvester’s peace is being held,” he said with a wry grin. “Martin Mink, do you take this feline and this platypus as your lawfully wedded mates…To have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health…As long as you all shall live?”

Martin swallowed hard as he looked in to the expectant eyes of his brides. A large, anime sweat-drop ran down the back of his head.

“I d-do,” he squeaked.

Prez turned to Monica who began to tremble visibly.

“Monica Platypus, do you take this mink and this feline as your lawfully wedded mates…To have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health…as long as you all shall live?”

Monica tried to speak, but her throat tightened, her mouth dried up and she suddenly had an urgent need to pee. She felt Serena’s hand lay gently upon her arm and her trembling ceased. She looked into Serena and Martin’s eyes and all her fears and nervousness went away.

“I do,” She said.

Prez turned at last to Serena.

Serena Kitty, do you take this platypus and this mink as your lawfully wedded mates…To have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health…as long as you all shall live?”

Serena found herself short of breath as her moment of truth arrived. She closed her eyes and said with her voice trembling as much with joy as with nervousness…

“I do.”

“You may exchange rings.”

Shelby opened the box and Randy, Joy and Binky each took two and handed them to Martin Monica and Serena. There was some confusion as each gave the other two a ring to place on the third finger of their left hand. When they had finished they turned back to Prez.

“Then by the power vested in me by the good citizens of Rutwell Forest and in the presence of all those assembled here to bear witness…I do pronounce you, mate and mate and mate. Let the kissing commence…Not you, Willomeena! Sit down.”

The newlyweds embraced in a three-way hug with much kissing and licking of muzzles amid the cheering of the assembled citizenry of Rutwell Forest.

The wedding party quickly proceeded outdoors to the reception area. Monica and Serena were overwhelmed by the splendor of the decorations. The tables all covered in white table cloths with silvery fringes, white and red crepe streamers hanging between the trees bordering the clearing, roses and daisies on every table. A small band stand where the cheetah brothers and their band performed jazzed up romantic music and served smoked fish, fried chicken, assorted vegetables and fruits, juices and Champaign between sets. There was a huge wedding cake, big enough that Martin double checked the guests to make sure that Olivia wasn’t in it. And then, there was Ursula’s contribution to the decorations. Hanging off the covering of the raised platform for the newlyweds, tied in a bow and gagged, was Sylvester Serpent, looking sour and defeated.

Joy and Donna would say nothing of the cost of the reception other than, ‘it’s taken care of. Enjoy it’. The newly weds fielded congratulations and well wishes, dined on the copious amounts of food, danced and generally made merry with their guests. About mid way through the festivities, Joy called for everyone’s attention.

“Ladies and Gentlefurs!” she called out. “And in this bunch I use the term loosely. If I can have your attention for a moment. The ladyfurs need to assemble before the brides if they want to catch the bridal bouquet!”

The assembled female population of Rutwell hurried out in front of the wedding party’s platform, jostling for position. Joy tied Serena’s and Monica’s bouquets together and handed it to the brides. Monica and Serena took hold of the bouquet and turned their backs to the crowd. They counted to three and tossed the bundle of flowers over their shoulders. The flowers arced high in the air and vanished amid a cloud of dust, dresses and fur. When the dust cleared, Willowmeena stood triumphantly atop the heap of grumbling ladyfurs clutching the bouquet to her breast and grinning ear to ear. A collective groan went up from the male guests.

Randy grinned broadly and stood up, clearing his throat.

“Gentlefurs, if you please?”

The males slunk out in front of the platform as Willomeena stood nearby, her tail swishing and her rump twitching in anticipation. There was some whistling as Martin collected Serena and Monica’s garters and tied them together. Martin turned around and shot the garters behind him. Like the flowers, the garters disappeared amid a cloud of dust. When the dust cleared, William Goat stood alone. He was bound hand and foot and gagged, the garters hung from one horn and his eyes were riveted in terror on the salivating lady wolverine.

With a happy giggle, Willowmeena became a blur of yellow and brown, bolting in the direction of the sacrificial goat. She slammed into William, barely even slowing down as the pair disappeared into the nearest clump of bushes. Back where William had been standing, the ropes, gag, garters, bouquet, his tux and Willowmeena’s dress and panties, dropped to the ground. The remaining male furs breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their seats.

Randy again called for everyone’s attention.

“There is a tradition,” he said. “That the best fur gets to kiss the brides.”

“I thought the tradition was that the Best fur got to propose the toast,” Serena said with a knowing smile.

“Really?” Randy said. “I could have sworn that…Oh well then, A toast!”

The assembled furs filled their glasses with Champaign and rose to their feet. Randy held his glass aloft.

“To the newlyweds!” he said. “May their days together be long, may their nights together be filled with…er… happiness…”

A soft chuckle went through the crowd, Monica Martin and Serena blushed brightly.

“…And may they breed like rabbits!”

Rand saluted the newlyweds and downed his glass, the others following suit a moment later followed by much cheering and applause.

“Oh heck,” Randy said as he tossed his empty glass over his shoulder. “I’m gonna kiss somebody!”

Before anyone knew what was happening, Randy grabbed Martin and bent him over backwards as he gave him a big wet kiss. Martin, taken completely by surprise could only wildly and ineffectually flail his arms. Serena giggled, Monica looked shocked and the rest of the assembled furs broke out in applause and laughter.

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