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A Christmas present for \n\t\t\t\t\tatsumori999, who was looking for a bit of Redwall smut that wasn't full of cubs and blood and such.

I didn't quite get the accents down as well as Brian Jacques, but in my defense, everyone speaking in this story is extremely drunk at the time.

A Long Patrol soldier, the Cellarhog, and Skipper of Otters hide in the Redwall wine cellar to shirk their duties and get into a bit of mischief, while the hare reminisces about the Christmas's he had back at the volcano to the west.", "writing": "Spreading the Yuletide Cheer\n\nThe Redwall series and all it's parts belong to Brian Jacques\n\nThe characters mentioned are original\n\nChristmastime at the abbey always created an enormous amount of bustling as all the mice, squirrels, and other fems under the direction of the badgermum set up the festivities, making sure everything was “just right.” Wreaths hung and garland strung out with poisonous berries adding a festive colour to everything.\n\nThis, of course, drove all the males as far underground as they could possibly get, avoiding the wrath of the decorating maid. Three chaps holed themselves up in the cellar, Skipper, the otter captain, the cellarhog, Dandy, and an envoy from Salamandastron, the hare Sergeant Oregano were busy “sampling” the various casks and bottles, simply “making sure” that everything would be proper for the mass and festival. Of course, it might take more than one mug to make sure.\n\n“Ssssso, whassit tha' y'lot do offer tha' ther' mmmmount'n?” Skipper asked, his eyes slightly glazed over and his speech slurred, “Y'kno', fer Chrisssss... fer Chrissss... fer the yule?” A sailor must be able to hold his liquor, but even the stout otter was under its effects after imbibing almost a small lake. Dandy lay on his quarrels, hands stroking his round belly with a content smile on his rosey face.\n\nOregano's dress shirt was opened, one arm clutching on a small barrel for support as the whole room seemed to roll around before him. “W-well... s'wanna our days o' 'edonism, tha's wot.” his face rolled to a wide smile as he thought about it, “All th' 'ares're nekkid n' there's feckin' all over th' halls. Ye 'ad a 'ole, y' get it stuffed, y' 'ad a pole, y' stuffed it... bucks, does... no matta' t'all.” the older hare smiled wider as he toyed with his shirt, “Hell'va good time...”\n\nDandy giggled softly, a quill starting to grow in his trousers as he listened to the story, “Mmmm, th' lord cum bugga y' lot s'well?” the hedgehog giggled more, adjusting his trousers, but it just made his tent even more apparent.\n\n“Feck no, y' dumb spiner. He'd split y' in twain iffen he went unda y'tail.” the hare chuckled and shook his head. “No, but th' 'are wit' th' most kills of th' yea' gits t' suck tha' big ol' rod, and th' one with th' least hasta lick unda 'is tail.” The two other occupants made a face and Oregano tossed his wooden mug, clipping Skipper's whiskers, “Hoi! Th' blighta does wash 'fore it. Feckin' idi'ts.”\n\nA large webbed hand went to the hare's belly as Skipper rolled on his side, swallowing a burp, “Mmmm, 'n' 'ow would ye kno' 'bou' tha', mate?” the otter asked. His claws running lightly along the soft, well maintained tummy fur as the hare felt his toes twitch in the air.\n\n“Nnnngh, as inquissssatiav' as m' gran'mum, y' saucy seadog...” Oregano reached to pat Skipper's hand on him. “Mmmmph, was m' first year, t'was.” the hare leaned back, looking upward as he reminisced.\n\n-+-+-\n\nI was young then, full of pep and vigour and spunk, like most recruits. Barely out of my kit years and I was slinging stone and spear with the best of them, I was. 'course, I was no longer a kit, but a full buck, and that night, I was to expect the benefits and privileges of such an age. To be honest, I was more frightened of this night than my first sortie against the corsair rats. Could barely hold my spear, if you know what I mean.\n\nSo, there I was in the main mess hall, and my big ol' ears couldn't help but pick up the moaning and groaning all around me. I was watching my superiors bending over for their subordinates, rivals sucking one another into oblivion, best friends finally breaking that one last awkward barrier into full on romantic lust. Granted, all I was doing was sitting in the corner, sipping my fourth strawberry cordial as I watched. The thick odour of musk filling the room and at the end was Uther, on his throne, thighs opened wide and his thick club pointed in the air, lazily running the back of his furry forefinger from base to crown.\n\nFeeling too much the coward, I kept to myself until another new member, a doe named Thyme, turned me around. She had such big, brown eyes, and immediately pushed her lips to mine in a kiss. Her tongue went around my buck teeth to dance with mine, and I couldn't help but allow her in her strength and need. My naked pike finding her vulva as it slowly snuck its way into her warren, and before nearly a dozen dozen hares, my polished cherry was given to her. There were a few hoots and hollers as some in the know cheered us on.\n\nHer velvety walls were pulling at my cock, but I was too in shock to really enjoy it, however the beast in me knew what to do as I pushed hard and deep inside, letting my hips do the thinking. Her eyes half closed while she cooed, whispering something, but I couldn't hear much of anything with the din going on. In fact, I couldn't hear it when Clove made his way behind both of us, yanking my scut up hard and rubbing olive oil all over my tailhole.\n\nThyme held me close to her, smiling to me reassuringly before I felt the fat buck push into my rear. I knew Clove was a heavyset hare, but I didn't know that translated to his shaft as well. The bigger buck took control of the thrusting of both of us, his heavy sac slapping against my own while I lifted my head to moan, only to find it jammed into the loins of some other hare. All I remember of her was a mole on her thigh. She was like a fresh summer's grass to my lips and tongue, and from her squeals, seemed to enjoy it as her juices ran off my chin against Thyme's cheek.\n\nI think I did very good for a rookie, but even then, soon my endurance ran out. My screams were absorbed into the strange doe's temple as I felt the liquid warmth rush into Thyme. She cooed happily, squeezing me against her body, which wasn't hard with Clove's heavy frame pushing me down. She slid out from under me, though, joining the doe elsewhere, turning her head before I could see her face.\n\nClove was groaning loudly above me as my tight bottom squeezed his weapon within me. The fat buck moved like I was a spring doe and soon he pulled his head back and let out a mighty war-cry of “Eulalia!” as I felt a rush of warmth within me. Though both activities were enjoyable, it was that moment when I found that I had more of a fondness for my fellow buck, but wouldn't discourage the pretty eyes of a doe.\n\nGeneral Dill hopped up upon the throne dias, his brown fur was caked in semen from his compatriots, hands raised for quiet. “ 'Tension! Hoi, s'time fer th' Head 'are an' th' Tail 'are!” Several cheers rang out with sounds of heavy feet pounding the floor and wooden tables. Dill smiled as he wiped his chin of a dripping glob of buck goo that a private pointed out to him, licking his fingers clean. “Our 'ead 'are, wit Three 'undred sixty rats, nearly a rat a day, is our snipah, Saffron!” An older doe, missing an ear stood up from the crowd, looking even more soaked than the general. Her skill with sling and javelin was unmatched, and her reward was great, accepting her position for three years running now.\n\nSaffron gave a deep bow, smiling to the other soldiers as she got onto the dias, saluting the badgerlord. Dill waited for the din to die down a bit, “An' now, fer th' Tail 'are, wit only three rats, is our Mornin' East Sentry, Oregano. Ah, c'm up 'ere, boy. Better luck next year, wot!” My ears were burning in blush as I found I was the Tail Hare, but despite the laughter, many soldiers clapped my shoulders as I went up, trying to boost my morale.\n\nUther stood from his throne as two hares pulled in an enormous wicker chair from a back room, placing a round pad on the seat with a hole in the middle. The lord saluted both Saffron and myself, and placed his huge hands on our shoulders as I felt just how big the badger was, his thumb was thicker than my neck. In a deep, hushed voice he smiled towards me, “Suffer not your pride, young Oregano, for you've lived to today, and you have all of next season to improve yourself.” he turned to Saffron, simply remarking, “You've been doing well, but don't get too carefree. Even the lowliest rat's arrow can bring someone down.” Saffron gave a cocky shrug and leaned to kiss him on his striped cheek.\n\nTwo bucks lead me to lay down on the ground, then scoot underneath the chair. Looking upwards at the candlelight coming from the hanging chandelier almost blinded me, but it was soon eclipsed by a large, toned, furred rump. My breath held tightly while my brown eyes shut tightly. The wicker groaned under the weight as the seat of the chair sagged down to my face. I could hear Saffron coo pleasantly, licking over Uther's length, and the badgerlord's groans of enjoyment. His strong heel moving to nudge my calf to encourage me to get to work as well.\n\nWith a hesitant tongue, I moved to flick over the wrinkled bud carefully. Each motion causing Uther to grunt and shift, more than the ministration upon his rod. My face red from holding my breath, I finally let it go and inhaled sharply, surprised and happy to get the scent of flowers. Uther having bathed in rose oil earlier, I took to my current assignment with the inexperience and eagerness of any tenderfoot. Tongue rolling over the sensitive portal as I listened to the grunts of the much larger male. My own loins stirred as I gripped the sides of the chair, finding the activity not unpleasant, but hoping Saffron would hurry it up as several stone of heavy badgerlord was pressing down towards my dainty face.\n\nLarge hands gripped my own, guiding them towards something when I felt two strong orbs in my hand covered in a furry blanket. My warm breath tickled that tailhole again while I kneaded on the badger's scrotum, imagining how much those huge things could produce. Uther's grunts were getting more and more insistent as I kissed the rosebud like a lover, gently sliding into the puckered lips. My large ears picked up Saffron's sudden yelp of surprise as the contents of the sac in my hands pulled closer to the monarch. Soon I felt a heavy splash and run-off of hot, sticky fluid against my belly and loins, loosing a contented sigh as I pulled my face back, listening to the fallout of my lord's bliss. His strong rump holding my tongue tightly in his climax, like a sparrow pulling at a worm while the bellowing cry of Uther echoed around the great hall, matched with cheers and applause.\n\nCrawling out from underneath the badger, my entire front, as was Saffron's was coated in the badger's emmission. I let out a shy smile before rejoining the hedonism, my first foray into the belly of bliss certainly wouldn't be my last.\n\n-+-+-\n\nSkipper looked over Oregano, sipping an elderberry wine slowly, running the sweet taste along his tongue before the big water critter swallowed it down. “Coh! Thinkin' m' feller ssssseadawgs outta try out tha'.” he giggled like a doe in spring, his hands deep in Oregano's trousers, feeling the hare's length. Oregano's story having concluded as he enjoyed the quiet caressing.\n\nDandy's own pantaloons were opened up, and his hand rubbing openly over his own shaft, teasing the tip with his fingers. “Mmmm, do that every year at th' same time? Wha' iffen th' rats cum n' attack?”\n\nOregano laughed loudly at the question, turning his head to kiss Skipper's broad nose before looking at the hedgehog, “Mmmm, Tell ye wot, lil' Dandy. Go give a gross'a 'ares slin's an' 'albreds, an' tell'm tha' they cayn't feck 'til e'ry las' squeak'r's rottin' th' beach, and tell me 'ow fas' tha'll be done.” Oregano snickered, reaching to open up Skipper's breeches, “There's one thin' 'ares love more'n food...” and to prove his point, slowly took the otter's length into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the strong, long length, kneading his firm thighs while he sucked mostly on the tip. Skipper's grip on Oregano's own “halberd” tightened, working the flesh firmly.\n\nDandy scooted closer, getting onto his knees from his backs as he watched the two. Oregano's eyes were closed as he drunkenly attended the task at hand, but Skipper's attention was split from his gift of fellatio and the proffered crotch-quill. His free hand reached to gently grip the base of Dandy's length, leaning his long body over and blew warmly over Dandy's tip, making the hedgehog squeal and his seed suddenly gush out, splattering Skipper's long whiskers. “Jess lik'a dand'l'on. Blow on't an' it 'splodes!” Skipper laughed in his dark voice, licking the sweet seed from his face while Dandy blushed hotly while his shaft mimicked his namesake.\n\nSuch pre-emptive climaxes weren't greeting the hare's mouth as he worked harder on Skipper's length, suckling firmly. His hands both gripped the long cock while his mouth worked over the head, feeling the slimy clear splatter his tongue, reminding him of the treat that is to come. Oregano felt his trousers being pushed down as Dandy slid beneath the buck, taking over for the otter and started to suck firmly on his length.\n\nThe hare was in seventh heaven and had a leisurely stay in the six prior ones as his mouth slurped over the proffered length. Skipper's strong hands kneading his shoulders, holding him in place as his hips started to move, slapping his heavy sac against the Long Patroller's chin. Oregano gripping two pawfuls of quills beneath him, thrusting his own hips into the pointed muzzle of the cellarmaster beneath him, his brass key chiming with each strike on the stone below. A warm pleasure running from his loins up and through his body while he felt his own plateau rising up.\n\nSkipper gave a few barks into the air, moving his hips faster before his fecund sac pulled against his crotch. Oregano's head tilted back, letting him down his throat as he felt the long, thin shaft start to spill his seed down the hare's gullet. He swallowed down the offering before pulling his head back, breathing in deeply while Skipper sprayed on his face and chest his otter seed. The otter smiled wide, leaning back against a cask as Oregano lifted himself up off of Dandy, rolling the hedgehog onto his back, making him squeak in surprise. “Now th'n. We'll go on th' sof' side,” Oregano whispered. It sounded better in his drunken head as he laid back down on the male, adjusting his spit-slickened length under the quilled tail.\n\nThe cellarhog gasped as he was slowly sodomized, the hare stretching him out a little, being new at this. Oregano cooed supportingly to Dandy as Skipper stroked over his ears, helping him to relax. Dandy's own length grew in hardness once again as the hare grasped the base, stroking the needy length in his calloused hands. Dandy's squeaking grew louder and came faster as the hare started to pound in his rump, finally muffled as Skipper kissed him hard, pushing his tongue into the hedgehog's mouth.\n\nFeeling his time coming fast, Oregano picked up his pace, groaning louder as he shut his eyes tightly, pushing hard into Dandy's rump before swallowing down a cry of passion. His length twitching within Dandy, loosing his thick ropes of seed into his bowels as he collapsed on his belly. Skipper moving to snuggle up with the two other males, all too exhausted from their play and too inebriated for anything more than to sleep off the afterglow.\n\nThe cellar door opened as the badger mum started down the stair, having sent Dandy down for some port hours ago, wondering what, exactly, was keeping him up. Seems the three beasts' hidey-hole was soon to be discovered, and the Abbot will be busy in confession in the morning.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Spreading the Yuletide Cheer

The Redwall series and all it's parts belong to Brian Jacques

The characters mentioned are original

Christmastime at the abbey always created an enormous amount of bustling as all the mice, squirrels, and other fems under the direction of the badgermum set up the festivities, making sure everything was “just right.”  Wreaths hung and garland strung out with poisonous berries adding a festive colour to everything.

This, of course, drove all the males as far underground as they could possibly get, avoiding the wrath of the decorating maid.  Three chaps holed themselves up in the cellar, Skipper, the otter captain, the cellarhog, Dandy, and an envoy from Salamandastron, the hare Sergeant Oregano were busy “sampling” the various casks and bottles, simply “making sure” that everything would be proper for the mass and festival.  Of course, it might take more than one mug to make sure.

“Ssssso, whassit tha' y'lot do offer tha' ther' mmmmount'n?” Skipper asked, his eyes slightly glazed over and his speech slurred, “Y'kno', fer Chrisssss... fer Chrissss... fer the yule?”  A sailor must be able to hold his liquor, but even the stout otter was under its effects after imbibing almost a small lake.  Dandy lay on his quarrels, hands stroking his round belly with a content smile on his rosey face.

Oregano's dress shirt was opened, one arm clutching on a small barrel for support as the whole room seemed to roll around before him.  “W-well... s'wanna our days o' 'edonism, tha's wot.” his face rolled to a wide smile as he thought about it, “All th' 'ares're nekkid n' there's feckin' all over th' halls.  Ye 'ad a 'ole, y' get it stuffed, y' 'ad a pole, y' stuffed it... bucks, does... no matta' t'all.” the older hare smiled wider as he toyed with his shirt, “Hell'va good time...”

Dandy giggled softly, a quill starting to grow in his trousers as he listened to the story, “Mmmm, th' lord cum bugga y' lot s'well?” the hedgehog giggled more, adjusting his trousers, but it just made his tent even more apparent.

“Feck no, y' dumb spiner.  He'd split y' in twain iffen he went unda y'tail.” the hare chuckled and shook his head.  “No, but th' 'are wit' th' most kills of th' yea' gits t' suck tha' big ol' rod, and th' one with th' least hasta lick unda 'is tail.”  The two other occupants made a face and Oregano tossed his wooden mug, clipping Skipper's whiskers, “Hoi!  Th' blighta does wash 'fore it.  Feckin' idi'ts.”

A large webbed hand went to the hare's belly as Skipper rolled on his side, swallowing a burp, “Mmmm, 'n' 'ow would ye kno' 'bou' tha', mate?” the otter asked.  His claws running lightly along the soft, well maintained tummy fur as the hare felt his toes twitch in the air.

“Nnnngh, as inquissssatiav' as m' gran'mum, y' saucy seadog...” Oregano reached to pat Skipper's hand on him.  “Mmmmph, was m' first year, t'was.” the hare leaned back, looking upward as he reminisced.

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I was young then, full of pep and vigour and spunk, like most recruits.  Barely out of my kit years and I was slinging stone and spear with the best of them, I was.  'course, I was no longer a kit, but a full buck, and that night, I was to expect the benefits and privileges of such an age.  To be honest, I was more frightened of this night than my first sortie against the corsair rats.  Could barely hold my spear, if you know what I mean.

So, there I was in the main mess hall, and my big ol' ears couldn't help but pick up the moaning and groaning all around me.  I was watching my superiors bending over for their subordinates, rivals sucking one another into oblivion, best friends finally breaking that one last awkward barrier into full on romantic lust.  Granted, all I was doing was sitting in the corner, sipping my fourth strawberry cordial as I watched.  The thick odour of musk filling the room and at the end was Uther, on his throne, thighs opened wide and his thick club pointed in the air, lazily running the back of his furry forefinger from base to crown.

Feeling too much the coward, I kept to myself until another new member, a doe named Thyme, turned me around.  She had such big, brown eyes, and immediately pushed her lips to mine in a kiss.  Her tongue went around my buck teeth to dance with mine, and I couldn't help but allow her in her strength and need.  My naked pike finding her vulva as it slowly snuck its way into her warren, and before nearly a dozen dozen hares, my polished cherry was given to her.  There were a few hoots and hollers as some in the know cheered us on.

Her velvety walls were pulling at my cock, but I was too in shock to really enjoy it, however the beast in me knew what to do as I pushed hard and deep inside, letting my hips do the thinking.  Her eyes half closed while she cooed, whispering something, but I couldn't hear much of anything with the din going on.  In fact, I couldn't hear it when Clove made his way behind both of us, yanking my scut up hard and rubbing olive oil all over my tailhole.

Thyme held me close to her, smiling to me reassuringly before I felt the fat buck push into my rear.  I knew Clove was a heavyset hare, but I didn't know that translated to his shaft as well.  The bigger buck took control of the thrusting of both of us, his heavy sac slapping against my own while I lifted my head to moan, only to find it jammed into the loins of some other hare.  All I remember of her was a mole on her thigh.  She was like a fresh summer's grass to my lips and tongue, and from her squeals, seemed to enjoy it as her juices ran off my chin against Thyme's cheek.

I think I did very good for a rookie, but even then, soon my endurance ran out.  My screams were absorbed into the strange doe's temple as I felt the liquid warmth rush into Thyme.  She cooed happily, squeezing me against her body, which wasn't hard with Clove's heavy frame pushing me down.  She slid out from under me, though, joining the doe elsewhere, turning her head before I could see her face.

Clove was groaning loudly above me as my tight bottom squeezed his weapon within me.  The fat buck moved like I was a spring doe and soon he pulled his head back and let out a mighty war-cry of “Eulalia!” as I felt a rush of warmth within me.  Though both activities were enjoyable, it was that moment when I found that I had more of a fondness for my fellow buck, but wouldn't discourage the pretty eyes of a doe.

General Dill hopped up upon the throne dias, his brown fur was caked in semen from his compatriots, hands raised for quiet.  “ 'Tension!  Hoi, s'time fer th' Head 'are an' th' Tail 'are!”  Several cheers rang out with sounds of heavy feet pounding the floor and wooden tables.  Dill smiled as he wiped his chin of a dripping glob of buck goo that a private pointed out to him, licking his fingers clean.  “Our 'ead 'are, wit Three 'undred sixty rats, nearly a rat a day, is our snipah, Saffron!”  An older doe, missing an ear stood up from the crowd, looking even more soaked than the general.  Her skill with sling and javelin was unmatched, and her reward was great, accepting her position for three years running now.

Saffron gave a deep bow, smiling to the other soldiers as she got onto the dias, saluting the badgerlord.  Dill waited for the din to die down a bit, “An' now, fer th' Tail 'are, wit only three rats, is our Mornin' East Sentry, Oregano.  Ah, c'm up 'ere, boy.  Better luck next year, wot!”  My ears were burning in blush as I found I was the Tail Hare, but despite the laughter, many soldiers clapped my shoulders as I went up, trying to boost my morale.

Uther stood from his throne as two hares pulled in an enormous wicker chair from a back room, placing a round pad on the seat with a hole in the middle.  The lord saluted both Saffron and myself, and placed his huge hands on our shoulders as I felt just how big the badger was, his thumb was thicker than my neck.  In a deep, hushed voice he smiled towards me, “Suffer not your pride, young Oregano, for you've lived to today, and you have all of next season to improve yourself.” he turned to Saffron, simply remarking, “You've been doing well, but don't get too carefree.  Even the lowliest rat's arrow can bring someone down.”  Saffron gave a cocky shrug and leaned to kiss him on his striped cheek.

Two bucks lead me to lay down on the ground, then scoot underneath the chair.  Looking upwards at the candlelight coming from the hanging chandelier almost blinded me, but it was soon eclipsed by a large, toned, furred rump.  My breath held tightly while my brown eyes shut tightly.  The wicker groaned under the weight as the seat of the chair sagged down to my face.  I could hear Saffron coo pleasantly, licking over Uther's length, and the badgerlord's groans of enjoyment.  His strong heel moving to nudge my calf to encourage me to get to work as well.

With a hesitant tongue, I moved to flick over the wrinkled bud carefully.  Each motion causing Uther to grunt and shift, more than the ministration upon his rod.  My face red from holding my breath, I finally let it go and inhaled sharply, surprised and happy to get the scent of flowers.  Uther having bathed in rose oil earlier, I took to my current assignment with the inexperience and eagerness of any tenderfoot.  Tongue rolling over the sensitive portal as I listened to the grunts of the much larger male.  My own loins stirred as I gripped the sides of the chair, finding the activity not unpleasant, but hoping Saffron would hurry it up as several stone of heavy badgerlord was pressing down towards my dainty face.

Large hands gripped my own, guiding them towards something when I felt two strong orbs in my hand covered in a furry blanket.  My warm breath tickled that tailhole again while I kneaded on the badger's scrotum, imagining how much those huge things could produce.  Uther's grunts were getting more and more insistent as I kissed the rosebud like a lover, gently sliding into the puckered lips.  My large ears picked up Saffron's sudden yelp of surprise as the contents of the sac in my hands pulled closer to the monarch.  Soon I felt a heavy splash and run-off of hot, sticky fluid against my belly and loins, loosing a contented sigh as I pulled my face back, listening to the fallout of my lord's bliss.  His strong rump holding my tongue tightly in his climax, like a sparrow pulling at a worm while the bellowing cry of Uther echoed around the great hall, matched with cheers and applause.

Crawling out from underneath the badger, my entire front, as was Saffron's was coated in the badger's emmission.  I let out a shy smile before rejoining the hedonism, my first foray into the belly of bliss certainly wouldn't be my last.

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Skipper looked over Oregano, sipping an elderberry wine slowly, running the sweet taste along his tongue before the big water critter swallowed it down.  “Coh!  Thinkin' m' feller ssssseadawgs outta try out tha'.” he giggled like a doe in spring, his hands deep in Oregano's trousers, feeling the hare's length.  Oregano's story having concluded as he enjoyed the quiet caressing.

Dandy's own pantaloons were opened up, and his hand rubbing openly over his own shaft, teasing the tip with his fingers.  “Mmmm, do that every year at th' same time?  Wha' iffen th' rats cum n' attack?”

Oregano laughed loudly at the question, turning his head to kiss Skipper's broad nose before looking at the hedgehog, “Mmmm, Tell ye wot, lil' Dandy.  Go give a gross'a 'ares slin's an' 'albreds, an' tell'm tha' they cayn't feck 'til e'ry las' squeak'r's rottin' th' beach, and tell me 'ow fas' tha'll be done.”  Oregano snickered, reaching to open up Skipper's breeches, “There's one thin' 'ares love more'n food...” and to prove his point, slowly took the otter's length into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the strong, long length, kneading his firm thighs while he sucked mostly on the tip.  Skipper's grip on Oregano's own “halberd” tightened, working the flesh firmly.

Dandy scooted closer, getting onto his knees from his backs as he watched the two.  Oregano's eyes were closed as he drunkenly attended the task at hand, but Skipper's attention was split from his gift of fellatio and the proffered crotch-quill.  His free hand reached to gently grip the base of Dandy's length, leaning his long body over and blew warmly over Dandy's tip, making the hedgehog squeal and his seed suddenly gush out, splattering Skipper's long whiskers.  “Jess lik'a dand'l'on.  Blow on't an' it 'splodes!” Skipper laughed in his dark voice, licking the sweet seed from his face while Dandy blushed hotly while his shaft mimicked his namesake.

Such pre-emptive climaxes weren't greeting the hare's mouth as he worked harder on Skipper's length, suckling firmly.  His hands both gripped the long cock while his mouth worked over the head, feeling the slimy clear splatter his tongue, reminding him of the treat that is to come.  Oregano felt his trousers being pushed down as Dandy slid beneath the buck, taking over for the otter and started to suck firmly on his length.

The hare was in seventh heaven and had a leisurely stay in the six prior ones as his mouth slurped over the proffered length.  Skipper's strong hands kneading his shoulders, holding him in place as his hips started to move, slapping his heavy sac against the Long Patroller's chin.  Oregano gripping two pawfuls of quills beneath him, thrusting his own hips into the pointed muzzle of the cellarmaster beneath him, his brass key chiming with each strike on the stone below.  A warm pleasure running from his loins up and through his body while he felt his own plateau rising up.

Skipper gave a few barks into the air, moving his hips faster before his fecund sac pulled against his crotch.  Oregano's head tilted back, letting him down his throat as he felt the long, thin shaft start to spill his seed down the hare's gullet.  He swallowed down the offering before pulling his head back, breathing in deeply while Skipper sprayed on his face and chest his otter seed.  The otter smiled wide, leaning back against a cask as Oregano lifted himself up off of Dandy, rolling the hedgehog onto his back, making him squeak in surprise.  “Now th'n.  We'll go on th' sof' side,” Oregano whispered.  It sounded better in his drunken head as he laid back down on the male, adjusting his spit-slickened length under the quilled tail.

The cellarhog gasped as he was slowly sodomized, the hare stretching him out a little, being new at this.  Oregano cooed supportingly to Dandy as Skipper stroked over his ears, helping him to relax.  Dandy's own length grew in hardness once again as the hare grasped the base, stroking the needy length in his calloused hands.  Dandy's squeaking grew louder and came faster as the hare started to pound in his rump, finally muffled as Skipper kissed him hard, pushing his tongue into the hedgehog's mouth.

Feeling his time coming fast, Oregano picked up his pace, groaning louder as he shut his eyes tightly, pushing hard into Dandy's rump before swallowing down a cry of passion.  His length twitching within Dandy, loosing his thick ropes of seed into his bowels as he collapsed on his belly.  Skipper moving to snuggle up with the two other males, all too exhausted from their play and too inebriated for anything more than to sleep off the afterglow.

The cellar door opened as the badger mum started down the stair, having sent Dandy down for some port hours ago, wondering what, exactly, was keeping him up.  Seems the three beasts' hidey-hole was soon to be discovered, and the Abbot will be busy in confession in the morning.

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