RELATIONSHIPS IN RUTWELL FOREST

By Kthanid

With input from SerenaSavage

Chapter 4: Apologies

Serena lay Martin down in her bed. She covered him and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. She looked down on his sweet, innocent face and smiled.

“Sleep well, Luv,” She said softly.

Lugging Martin home had left her clothes a bit funky. She quietly stripped, intent on taking a quick shower when there came a knock on her front door. She sighed and quickly slipped into a fresh set of clothes, shorts and a halter top, then tiptoed out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her, and went to answer the knock.

She opened the door to find a tall wolf clad in a red shirt and baggy pants. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses and clutched a tattered map in his hands. Serena felt her heart skip a beat.

“Who are you?” she asked, then, recovering her manners a little, “Can I help you?”

“I’m Thomas...Thomas Wolf,” The wolf said in a deep, yet pleasant voice.

He looked up from the map and over the top of his sunglasses. His eyes bulged out behind the glasses and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he beheld Serena.

“How do-o-o-o-o-o you do!” He mock howled before rolling his tongue back up into his mouth.

“F-fine, thank you,” Serena said, somewhat taken aback by the wolf’s reaction to her. “May I help you?”

“And just what is a pretty lady-fur like yourself doing cooped up inside on a lovely day like today?” Thomas asked.

“Watching someone,” Serena said, blushing slightly.

“Babysitting?”

“Ummm, not exactly.”

“...Or is someone feeling poorly?”

“Something like that,” Serena said.

Thomas continued to look oddly at Serena, almost longingly.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Thomas said sympathetically. “Nothing serious, I hope?”

“That’s what I’m hoping,” Serena said, glancing back to her bedroom door.

“You wouldn’t be busy this evening, would you?” Thomas asked suddenly.

“Why’s that?” Serena asked.

She knew that she would be looking after Martin tonight, but she half hoped that this wolf was asking her out.

“I was just imagining how lovely you would look walking in the moonlight along the lakeshore,” Thomas said with a sincere smile.

“That’s very kind of you,” Serena said, genuinely flattered. “Thomas was it? But I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse...I’m needed here right now. I’m sorry.”

“Darn,” Thomas said, snapping his fingers in disappointment. “And here I was hoping to get to know you better.”

“I’m sorry but thank you for the offer,” Serena said with a sweet smile. “Perhaps another time. By the way, my name is Serena.”

“Serena....” Thomas said dreamily, letting her name roll off his tongue. “What a lovely name. But then I should have expected such a name to be attached to such a lovely creature.”

Serena smiled and blushed.

“Well, I’m sorry to cut this short,” Serena said sincerely. “But I need to go check on my friend.”

Thomas took Serena’s hand in his and gave it a long slow lick. Serena giggled.

“Of course,” Thomas said in and understanding tone. “If you could just point me in the direction of Rutwell Forest....”

“You’re in it,” Serena said.

“I am?” Thomas asked holding up his map.

Serena looked at the map and saw that it was a map of New York City. She put her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Yes you are,” Serena said. “This is Rutwell Forest.”

“Then I am doubly pleased to make your acquaintance, Serena,” Thomas said with a grateful smile. “Thank you. I’ll not keep you from your friend any longer. I do hope to see you around.”

“You too, Thomas. Bye-bye!”

Serena closed the door gently and went back to her bedroom to look in on Martin. She found him awake and sitting up in the bed, crying bitterly into his hands. She went quickly over to him, her face a mask of concern. She sat down quietly next to him. He looked up, a look of fear on his face. He tried to speak, but all he could manage was a frightened squeak.

“It’s all right,” Serena said softly as she wiped a tear from Martin’s eye. “You have every right to feel this way. I want to apologize....”

Fresh tears spilled from Martin’s eyes.

“I...I’m so sorry,” Martin managed to squeak out in a tiny, almost terrified voice.

“What for?” Serena asked, continuing to dry his tears.

“All...All the terrible things I d-d-did.”

“You remember?” Serena asked.

Martin nodded in shame.

“It’s all right,” Serena said, a slight, consoling smile on her lips. “You weren’t yourself. Everyone forgives you. Only...You do need to apologize to Sly before he goes and tells Beuford.”

Martin nodded. Serena held him tenderly and closely. Martin trembled in her arms.

“I...I just thought if I were...Were more of a mink,” Martin began haltingly.

“Thought what?” Serena asked.

“That I c-could stand up for myself.”

Serena looked Martin in the eyes and smiled warmly.

“Being the shy one you are,” She said gently. “You have a choice whether you want to change or not. You don’t need magic for that...Just your own intuition.”

“But I have to know,” she said, her tone becoming serious and soft glowing blush spreading on her cheeks. “When you said to me that...you ...you know. Did you mean it?”

Martin looked at her, trembling visibly.

“You can be honest,” She encouraged him. “Whatever you say will be okay.”

“Serena, I...I...I....”

“When I said it,” Serena continued, her heart in her throat. “I meant every word.”

Martin met Serena’s gaze. In that moment, all his nervousness and fear vanished.

“I love you, Serena.”

“You...You really do?”

Martin nodded.

Serena felt as though she could walk on air. She wanted to laugh and cry all at once. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, tears of joy spilling from her eyes. Martin embraced her as well, holding her just as close as he could. She nuzzled him and purred happily.

“I’m so sorry about Fettish,” She said at length. “It wasn’t intentional.”

“I was so...So jealous when I saw him...Saw him with you,” Martin said.

“Well it doesn’t matter any more,” Serena assured him. “You’re the only fur for me.”

“But I did such terrible things to you and the others.”

“It’s all right, that’s all over now.”

“But....”

The whistle of the teakettle in the kitchen interrupted Martin.

“Come with me,” Serena said as she got up from the bed.

Martin followed her out into the living room like a condemned prisoner walking to the gallows. She had him sit on the couch while she went to the kitchen. The Faerie mouse was happily fluttering in and out of the steam cloud from the teakettle. Serena prepared two cups of tea then poured the hot water into the cups. The Mouse fearie gave Serena a miffed look for interrupting her steam bath.

“I’m sorry,” Serena smiled as she replaced the teakettle on the burner. “There you are.”

She returned to Martin, who didn’t look half as miserable as he had only a few minutes ago. She handed him a cup of tea and sat down next to him. As they sipped their tea, Martin seemed to look better.

“I know how things are in Rutwell,” Martin said at length. “I shouldn’t have been jealous of you and Fettish. You accepted Monica, after all...I should have been willing to do the same for you.”

“I was jealous of Monica,” Serena admitted with a warm smile.

“I won’t be jealous anymore, Serena...Now that I know how you feel. I promise.”

“I love you so much, Martin,” Serena said, setting Martin’s and her cups down. “The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.”

She snuggled close and they embraced and kissed warmly. After a few minutes they parted.

“Anyway,” Serena said. “We should go and find Sly so you can apologize.”

“Okay,” Martin said with a sigh of resignation.

“Although, I did like what you did to him. About time someone brought up the guts to do it,” Serena giggled.

Martin and Serena walked along the trail to Sylvester’s home. They each held the hand of the other and Serena rested her head on Martin’s shoulder. Martin’s spirits improved tremendously as they walked through the forest. Presently, they came upon Aroma and Fragrance. The punk looking skunk was leading her sister on a black leather leash attached to a black leather, silver studded collar. Serena could only blink in disbelief at the sight.

“Hi, Martin...Hi, Serena,” Aroma said cheerfully. Then turning to her sister, “Sit, Fragrance!”

The demure skunkette quickly and obediently sat down on the grass.

“Hello, Aroma...Hello, Fragrance,” Serena said.

“What brings you two out on such a lovely evening?” Aroma asked.

“Looking for Sly” Serena answered. Then smiling at Martin, “And maybe a moonlit walk along the lake. Call me a romantic, but I just love doing things like that.”

Fragrance tugged on the leash.

“Sis...” she whispered urgently. “I really hafta...”

“In a minute,” Aroma said tersely. “That does sound romantic, Serena. I wish I could help so you could get to the good part sooner. But I’m afraid I haven’t seen Sylvester anywhere.”

“Sis...” Fragrance pleaded.

“Oh, all right,” Aroma gave in.

Fragrance rose to a squat with her knees lewdly spread to expose her nethers. She quickly pried open her furry outer lips and began to urinate in a strong, steady amber stream. She sighed softly in relief. Martin caught himself looking and looked up into the trees, a dark blush on his cheeks.

“So, why are you looking for Sly?” Fragrance asked, apparently taking no notice of her sister’s display, but grinning a small mischievous grin at Martin’s reaction.

“Long story...” Serena said, doing her best to ignore the Skunkette relieving herself right in front of her. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Fair enough,” Aroma said. “We did see Willomeena earlier today. She was really acting weird.”

“Oh?” Serena asked. “How so?”

“She was all...Well, shy and stuff,” Aroma said. “Not her usual self at all. It was creepy.”

“Maybe it’s better that way,” Serena said, noting in spite of herself that Fragrance was still peeing strong and steady, as if she’d been saving it all day.

“So you’re in your new place now?” Aroma asked, noting Serena’s attempt to ignore her sister.

“Yes,” Serena said. “It’s very lovely.”

“So when’s your housewarming orgy?”

“Housewarming...Orgy?” Serena blinked, not sure she had heard correctly.

“Yeah. It’s a tradition here in Rutwell,” Aroma said. “We all get together, welcome the new kid on the block, party all night, play twister and other ...`party games’

“Hmmm...” Serena said thoughtfully. “Sounds like fun.”

Fragrance finally expelled the last of her bladder’s contents with a soft, almost rapturous sigh of relief.

“Oh it is,” Aroma assured Serena.

“Anyway, Martin and I are off,” Serena said. “It was nice talking to you.”

“And to you,” Aroma said. “Let us know when the orgy is.”

“I will.” Serena promised, then tugged on Martin’s arm. “Come on luv.”

Martin nearly tripped over his own feet because he was still looking up at the trees. Serena giggled softly and nuzzled his arm.

“I’m sorry Serena,” Martin apologized. “But she was...Ummm....”

“That’s all right, luv,” Serena assured him.

Martin snuggled up close as they continued walking. Serena smiled and purred softly.

Shortly they reached Sylvester’s residence. The Tattle-snake’s home consisted of a large rock in the center of a small clearing. A bell rope and a mailbox bearing the legend, Sylvester Svengalli Serpent Esq., were the only indications that anyone lived there.

“This is it,” Martin announced. “He lives under the rock.”

Martin, looking more than a little nervous walked up and pulled on the bell rope. The chime played out the first few notes of ‘Nearer My God To Thee’. Serena smiled and suppressed a giggle. A minute later, Sylvester slithered out from under the rock.

“This had better be good!” the tattle-snake hissed crossly.

“Uhhh...Hello, Mr. Sylvester, sir,” Martin said.

“GHAAAA!!!” Sylvester coiled up in terror when he saw Martin, his tattle-tail tattling away.

“I...I’m here to say h-h-how s-sorry I am for... For the way I behaved t-today,” Martin apologized.

“You should be you...You...Social deviant!” Sylvester hissed, regaining some of his pompous composure. “If your very kind friend here hadn’t come along, I might have suffocated!”

Sylvester turned to Serena.

“Madam, I beseech you once more...Have nothing to do with this perverted wretch. He will only bring you trouble.”

“He apologized like I said he would,” Serena said crossly. “The least you could do is accept it.”

“For your sake, dear lady-fur, I will.”

Sylvester turned once more toward Martin.

“I accept your apology, Martin,” Sylvester hissed pompously. “Perhaps there is some hope for you yet.”

“That’s more like it,” Serena said.

“I am nothing if not a snake of my word,” Sylvester hissed proudly.

“Th-thank you, sir,” Martin said.

“Just don’t let it happen again,” the snake hissed. “Good evening. And good evening to you, too, Miss Kitty.”

“Good evening, Sylvester,” Serena said as the Serpent slithered back under his rock.

Martin sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Serena kissed him. Martin smiled sheepishly.

“You did good,” she said.

“I saw that!” Sylvester hissed from under his rock.

“M-maybe we should go,” Martin suggested. “W-would you l-like to walk down by...by the lake?”

“I’d love to,” Serena said.

Martin smiled brightly and offered her his arm. Serena took it and snuggled up against him as they walked. Martin tried to nonchalantly flip his tail up over her shoulders, but failed miserably at the nonchalant part. Serena paid it no mind and wrapped his tail over her shoulders.

The sun had set and the moon had risen full and bright by the time they reached the lake. The moonlight danced on the gently rippling waters and the soft lapping of the waves along the shore was almost musical. Serena smiled in appreciation as she looked around. The forest behind them was shrouded in shadows. Rocks and logs dotted the shore. In the distance, she could just make out the lights of a house.

“Beautiful,” she sighed softly.

“Y-y-y-you sure are,” Martin sighed dreamily.

Serena smiled, the moonlight highlighting her face in that just perfect way.

“W-would you l-like to s-s-sit for a while?” Martin asked.

Serena smiled and nodded. Martin picked out a comfortable spot with a nice view of the lake.

“Lovely,” Serena said as she snuggled next to Martin.

“Mmmm Hmmm,” Martin agreed as he put his arm around her. “I like the lake at night...Just the soft lapping of the water on the shore...the light on the water....”

Serena cuddled up close to Martin. She felt him tremble.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I keep thinking...about what happened at...at Cleo’s.

Serena smiled and shook her head gently as she held him close.

“Hush now,” She said softly. “It’s all right.”

Serena noticed a bright streak shooting across the sky and pointed out to Martin.

“Oh look,” She said excitedly. “A shooting star! They say if you make a wish when you see a shooting star, it will come true.”

Martin looked up at the streak of light in the night sky then closed his eyes. Serena snuggled up against him. Martin lay his head against hers and sighed in contentment.

“What did you wish for?” Serena asked coyly.

“Ummm...F-f-for...Uhhh...” Martin stammered with a sheepish grin.

“Wellll...?”

“F-for you...And...And Monica and me t-to be happy t-together.”

“I think that one has already come true,” Serena said with a smile.

“It...It was all I could think of,” Martin said.

“It’s all right, luv,” Serena giggled. “I made a wish a long time ago. I wished to find someone that I could love and cherish always.”

“D-d-did it come true?” Martin asked innocently.

“I think so....”

Serena scooted up and kissed Martin deeply. Martin melted into the kiss and slowly explored her mouth with his tongue. They held each other and the kiss for several long minutes. Serena released the kiss and looked into Martin’s eyes. They seemed in a dreamy fog as Martin continued to kiss the empty air. Serena giggled and nuzzled his chest. Martin caressed her shoulders, causing her to purr softly. Rolling her slightly to her side, Martin laid his head against her throat and upper chest, listening and feeling the soft rumbling there. Serena could feel all the tension drain from the mink as he nuzzled her upper chest. She felt him gently caress her belly. Now it was Serena’s turn to relax as Martin continued lightly caressing her belly. She lay limply against him, her purring growing louder and stronger. They lay together, touching, caressing and kissing. Time seemed to loose all meaning.

Serena began kissing slowly down Martin’s chin to his neck, to his chest. Martin was in Heaven, he moaned softly in the back of his throat as she trailed her kisses down over his stomach. She unsnapped his pants and lowered the zipper. Martin’s minkhood popped free of its confinement and stood erect and throbbing in anticipation. Serena smiled and kissed the base of his warm, turgid shaft before taking him gently in hand and lightly brushing his length with her fingers. Serena noticed a spark of oddly familiar red light where her fingers brushed along Martin’s shaft. Martin groaned softly in pleasure, digging his fingers into the ground. She kissed the tip of his love tool as the light followed her fingers up and down his shaft. Serena suddenly remembered where she had seen this odd light. And she remembered Cleo’s words...‘I do so hate to see good passion go to waste’. As the brightness of the light continued, Martin’s moans and sighs of pleasure grew louder and more intense.

She took the tip of his shaft in her mouth and sucked gently on it as she continued to stroke him. Then she licked along his length while stroked and played with his balls. She could feel him begin to tense up, signaling that he was quickly approaching release. Serena smiled and stopped her manipulations of his minkhood, moving up to kiss him gently. She stood up and began to slowly remove her shirt and slide her shorts slowly off. Martin was fascinated by her display but whimpered piteously.

“What’s the matter?” Serena asked teasingly as she stood over him.

“Y-you st-stopped...” Martin whimpered.

“I was just removing my clothes,” Serena said as she knelt down next to him once more.

She began stroking him once more. The lights returned and Martin was once more awash in pleasurable sensations. Suddenly the light flared around Serena’s hand and was drawn into Martin’s shaft and his furry sack. His thighs tensed up and a moment later his passion erupted in hot thick ribbons of creamy white seed that splashed back down over Serena’s hand and arm. Serena lapped at the tip as his climax slowly ebbed. Martin panted softly as Serena climbed onto his lap and kissed him deeply. Serena raised her hips and slowly seated herself on his still turgid shaft. She savored the feeling of being filled with her lover’s hard, hot flesh. She smiled and began to ride him.

Martin groaned softly, calling out her name and caressing her thighs as she rode his shaft. Serena panted softly as her pleasure began to build. Martin began to thrust with her, filling her love tunnel completely each time their hips met. Serena peaked quickly, throwing her head back and moaning loudly as she continued to ride him hard, impaling herself again and again on his hard throbbing shaft of mink maleness. Martin gripped her hips and pulled her down against him with each upward thrust.

“Serena!” Martin called out as his passion gripped his genitalia, urgently demanding release. “Oh yes, Serena! YESSSS!!”

She felt his passion gush into her belly again and again. She came again, holding onto his waist and pulling her sex tightly against his groin as her contractions milked his turgid shaft of all his seed.

Serena let his shaft slip slowly from her body and purred softly in the afterglow as they hugged each other close, kissing and nuzzling.

“I love you so much, Martin,” Serena purred.

“I l-love you too, Serena,” Martin said shyly.

They continued to cuddle for some time, until a chilly breeze blew up off the lake. Serena shivered.

“A-are you cold, Serena?” Martin asked.

“Yes, I am,” she said.

Martin held her closer and wrapped his tail around her. Serena smiled contentedly, feeling a little warmer.

“It...It is getting late,” Martin said reluctantly. “Maybe I should take you home.”

Serena certainly did not want to go home, but decided that, perhaps, Martin was right. They stood up and Martin’s pants fell about his ankles. Martin let out a startled ‘eep’ and covered himself. Serena giggled and pulled his pants up for him. She turned around and bent over to pick up her clothes while Martin secured his pants. She glanced back at him to find him staring appreciatively at her exposed backside. She grinned mischievously and wiggled her rump at him playfully. Realizing he’d been caught looking, Martin blushed and quickly turned around.

“I’m s-s-sorry, Serena!” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to look!”

Serena giggled as she dressed quickly. When she had finished, she turned him toward her and kissed his nose.

“I...I’m being silly again, aren’t I?” Martin said, his cheeks flushing redly.

“Yes you are,” Serena giggled. “But that’s what I like about you.”

Martin smiled broadly and offered her his arm. When she had taken it, he draped his tail over her shoulder and they walked unhurriedly along the lake shore. At length, they reached Serena’s cottage.

“Would you like to come over for breakfast tomorrow?” Serena asked Martin as they stood on her porch. “I’ll make pancakes.”

Martin nodded enthusiastically and licked his lips. Serena kissed him then stood watching him until he had disappeared into the forest. She sighed softly with a smile on her lips before turning and going into her home.

Continued