SERENA’S ADVENTURES IN RUTWELL FOREST

     By Kthanid

          With input from SerenaKtty

 

 

          Chapter 14: Two Dreams And A Nightmare

 

“Take my hand,” the spirit said.

Serena reached out and took the hand of the spirit.  At once, they soared high and away from the dragon’s cave, arcing high over the tree tops of the Misty Wood and descending to Rutwell Forest proper.  They passed through the roof of the jail into the cell where Randy and Martin slept.  Each slept in a small cot on opposite sides of the cell in the cell.  Martin was curled up in a fetal position.  He wore a small smile on his lips and moaned softly in his sleep.  Randy lay on his back sprawled all over his cot.  Serena blushed to see the Rabbit’s aroused member and the huge grin he wore.

“I wonder what they’re dreaming?” Serena mused out loud.

“Touch their foreheads,” the spirit encouraged.

Without hesitation, Serena went over to Martin and gently laid a finger to his forehead.  There was a whooshing sensation and Serena found herself standing on the shore of Passion Lake.  It was day, and the air was warm with the hint of a breeze blowing off the water.  Her attention was immediately drawn to the pair of figures under the shade of a large tree.  Martin lay with his back up against the tree.  He wore no shirt, but he was wearing his pants.  Cuddled up next to him was a dream simulacrum of Serena.  The simulacrum was completely nude.  Martin and the dream Serena cuddled and kissed and touched and nuzzled in an unhurried, playful manner.  Martin’s dream self sighed contentedly.

Serena smiled as she watched the innocent love-play, happy beyond words that Martin dreamed of her.  Suddenly, the dream Serena blurred and changed form.  In her place was a dream simulacrum of Monica.  The kissing and fondling and nuzzling continued without interruption.  Martin’s dream-self seemed completely unaware of the change in partners.  Serena felt her joy turn suddenly bitter sweet as she realized that Martin still liked Monica as much as he liked her.  Her smile faded.  After a few minutes, Martin’s dream lover became Serena once more, but this did little to raise her spirits.  She removed her finger from the mink’s forehead and found herself once more in the dark jail cell.

She smiled, a little sadly as she looked upon Martin’s peacefully sleeping form.  She sighed, more happily than not, and turned to Randy, whose foot thumped at the air weakly.  It wasn’t difficult to anticipate what was going on in the rabbit’s mind, but her curiosity pushed her foreword.  As she touched Randy’s forehead, the whooshing sensation swept her to Randy’s bedroom.

There, on the bed, were Randy, herself and Joy.  Randy was happily plunging his tongue up Serena’s cunny while Joy slowly rode his bunnyhood.  All the while, the two ladyfurs kissed and fondled each other.  The threesome peaked quickly, loudly and mightily.  After only a moment’s hesitation, they had switched positions.  Joy licked Serena’s nethers while Serena did the same for her.  Randy moved behind Joy and Slid his length up her tailpipe.  Serena watched the dream continue like this for many minutes, absolutely fascinated by the rabbits imagination.  She actually found herself becoming aroused by the time the threesome formed a ring with herself sucking Randy’s length while Randy licked at Joy’s pussy and Joy lapped greedily at hers.  Suddenly the door to the room burst open and the skunk sisters bounced into the room.  They were naked as usual, but also very aroused, their nipples standing out from their fur and their nether regions swollen, their pink inner lips visible.  Each carried a pair of pompoms.

“Rikum! Rakum! Rukum! Rukum!” they chanted.  “Stick it in and really FUCK ‘EM!!”

Serena blinked in disbelief and decided she had seen enough.  She removed her finger from the rabbit’s forehead as the Cheer-leader skunkettes started up again.

“Fuck ‘em again! Fuck ‘em again! Harder! HARDER!!”

Finding herself once more in the cell, she giggled softly, noting that Randy had cum in his sleep, his spooge running slowly down his shaft to pool on his groin.

“Well,” she sighed with a satisfied smile.  “At least know I know what they dream about.”

“Their dreams were of you,” the spirit said.

“Until Monica showed up,” Serena said casting a sad gaze at Martin.  “Poor Martin can’t make up his mind about who he likes best...But I’m not going to rush him.”

“Must he choose?” the spirit asked.

“No,” Serena answered, a bit unsure of her own words.  “I guess not.  Only time will tell.  I admit that I’m jealous of Monica.  I shouldn’t be selfish...But...”

“But why are you jealous?” the spirit asked.  “He cares deeply for you both.”

“I don’t know,” Serena admitted.  “That’s the truth...I just don’t know.  But I like Martin so much.”

“He feels the same for you,” the spirit assured her.  “He also feels as much for Monica.  Do you remember the dragon’s cave?”

“Yes?” Serena answered, a little unsure as to what Joy and Horny had to do with Martin and herself.

“Do you believe that Joy cares any less for Randy?”

“I guess not...”

“And are your feelings for Martin diminished by the time you have spent with Randy?”

“No,” Serena stated emphatically.

“Pleasure and love are gifts here in Rutwell.” the spirit explained.  “Gifts that grow in the sharing.  The expression of those gifts are as varied as the creatures who live here.”

“I see,” Serena said.

“Here, as nowhere else, can these gifts be shared freely.”

“I think I understand,” Serena smiled.

The spirit smiled and cupped Serena’s muzzle, placing a tender kiss that sent tingles rippling through her spirit-form.

“Then you are no longer troubled?” the spirit asked.

“I suppose not.”

“Then return and dream pleasant dreams.” the spirit said reaching out to take Serena’s hand.  “Rest well until the morning.”

“Wait!” Serena said suddenly, casting a look at the door to the cell block.  “Wh-what about Beuford?”

The spirit looked sadly at the floor.

“He, too, dreams of you...But...”

“But what?”

The spirit took Serena’s hand and led her through the wall into Beuford’s office.  The hound was asleep at his desk, half the paperwork piled on either side of him.  He whimpered softly in his sleep.

“Wh-why is he whimpering?” Serena asked, her concerned tone was genuine.

Without waiting for the spirit to answer her, she walked up and placed her finger on the constable’s forehead.  With a whoosh, she found herself still in the office.  Beuford was cowering behind his chair while a dream Serena, naked, aroused and fully twice her proper height, berated and belittled the constable.

“And just what the hell make you think I could find you in any way attractive?” The giant Serena laughed.  “And to think that I could be intimate with the likes of you is beyond ridiculous!”

“Ahm so sorry, Ma’am,” Beuford apologized.  “Ah jus’ thought....”

“Ah jus’ thought,” The giant Serena mocked.  “You just though that I’d lay down and spread my legs for a pathetic little worm like you.”

“But ma’am...Ah jus’....”

“Oh please, Mr. constable, sir,” The giant Serena said in a mock pleading voice laced heavily with acidic sarcasm.  “Please, screw me senseless.  Cum in my sweet little cunny.  Stick that pathetic little worm in my pussy!”

Serena could only stand and watch helplessly as the dream Serena continued to belittle Beuford.  She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t like that, that she hadn’t understood.  But she was unheard, unseen and unable to affect Beuford’s nightmare.  She removed her finger from Beuford’s forehead, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“I’m a terrible person,” Serena said.

“No, Serena,” the spirit said, her tone soft and soothing.  “You simply did not understand.  That is all.”

“But I feel awful.”

“Beuford also did not understand.  You are a very good person, a caring person.  And all wounds can be healed.”

“How?”

“How, indeed?” the spirit said.  “In that, Serena, I cannot guide you.  Except to say, follow your heart.”

Serena looked down at the floor and nodded.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Now rest, Serena.  And know that The Spirit of Rutwell knows you, and accepts you as one of its own.”

 

Serena awoke to the morning sun warming her fur.  She sat up and stretched, enjoying the warm fuzzies the action brought on.  Joy sat nearby unpacking a wicker picnic basket of bread, fruits and jam.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” Joy said cheerfully.

“Good Morning, Joy,” Serena yawned.

“Hungry?”

“Mmmm, yeah, a little,” Serena said, Yawning and stretching again.

“Leon had to get some breakfast,” Joy said as she continued unpacking the basket.  “I offered to stay with you until you woke up.  Sooo...How was you’re night?”

“Interesting,” Serena said.

Joy chuckled and smiled knowingly.

“I got blackberry and strawberry jam, some cantaloupe, bananas and pineapple,” Joy announced as she finished unpacking.

“Sounds great.”

The faerie mouse bolted out from Serena’s hair and perched expectantly on the basket.

“Oh hello there, little one,” Serena said.  “Are you hungry?”

The Faerie nodded enthusiastically.  Serena spread some strawberry jam on a piece of bread and handed it to the faerie.  The faerie sat down and began eating.

“So,” Joy said slowly.  “Did you learn...um... everything you wanted to know?”

Serena nodded as she fixed herself some bread.

“Terrific!” Joy said brightly.  “I knew this place would help.”

“Thank you,” Serena said.

“My pleasure, Serena,” Joy smiled.

While the two lady furs and the faerie ate, The Guardian of The Rock returned.  He was still unclothed but his formidable tool was pouched.  Serena became aware of a dull, distant ache between her legs as she watched the lion stride up to them.

“Ahhh, you’re awake, little one,” Leon growled pleasantly.

“Good morning, Leon,” Serena said.

“I’m sorry about last night,” Leon said softly.  “If I caused you...It was never my intention to hurt you, Serena.”

“I’ll live,” Serena said, moved by the lion’s sincerity.

After the meal, Serena held her hand out for the faerie.  The faerie leapt onto her hand and was lifted up into Serena’s hair.  Serena looked up at the faerie.

“Wanna come back with me?” Serena asked.

The faerie nodded and snuggled down into her hair.  Serena smiled, then turned to Joy.

“Shall we go bail Martin and Randy out?”

“Sure,” Joy said.  “I just hope Beuford’s in a better mood today.”

“If not, I may have a way,” Serena said.  “But I’ll have to do it myself.”

They packed up the breakfast left-overs, leaving the basket with Leon who promised to return it to Horny.  Joy led Serena back through the Misty Wood to Rutwell Forest and back to the Jail.  Joy walked up to the door and knocked hesitantly on the door.

“Come in,” came a tired, gruff voice from within the jail.

Joy opened the door and stepped in.

“Uh, hello, Beuford?”

Serena followed Joy into the jail.

Beuford sat behind his desk, looking very tired.  He scratched a few last lines on the paper before him and placed it on top of the tall stack of papers on the desk.

“Oh, it’s you two,” He said in a sour, growly tone.  “Ah done finished th’ blasted paperwork.  Y’all kin have th’ rabbit and th’ mink.”

Serena looked at Joy, motioning for her to leave them alone.  Joy smiled and nodded then stepped back outside, closing the door behind her.

Serena turned around and walked up to Beuford.

“I want to thank you,” She said softly.

“Huh?” Beuford said, obviously confused.  “WH-what fer?”

“I also want to apologize for my behavior yesterday,” She continued.

“Oh...Ah...Uh...Ya’ll do?”

Serena nodded.

“The truth is...I didn’t understand what was going on...Or what you meant.”

“Ah didn’t realize,” Beuford said.  “Ah kin see where Ah maght have flustered y’all some.  Ah should apologize as well.”

Serena smiled slightly.  Beuford hooked a finger under Serena’s chin and gazed into her sapphire eyes.  Serena looked back, then suddenly leaned forward and kissed him deeply.  Beuford was initially surprised but quickly melted into and returned her kiss.  Serena slowly released the kiss.  Beuford smiled dreamily.

“That were raght nice ma’am,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“That’s not all,” She purred.

“There’s more?” Beuford asked hopefully.

“For putting up with me and having to do all this paper-work,” Serena said as she eased the constable back into his chair and climbed into his lap facing him, a sweet smile on her lips.  “I’m thanking you the way you should be thanked.”

Beuford smiled broadly and placed his hands on her hips.  Serena began kissing the hound dog’s neck and started working her way down his chest.

“Mmmm, oh yes, Ma’am,” Beuford said, leaning his head back.

Serena climbed off his lap and slowly removed her clothes.  Beuford watched her strip with hungry eyes.

“Ma’am,” Beuford sighed as Serena revealed her feminine charms.  “Y’all are jus’ th’ purtiest li’l thing.”

Serena smiled shyly.  Then she noticed the constables swollen pouch.  The reddened tip of his shaft just poking out of it.

“Why don’t we get your little friend out?” Serena suggested with a sweet smile.

She knelt down and lightly caressed his balls as she leaned in and kissed the tip.  Almost immediately, his shaft began to swell and grow.

“Yes ma’am,” Beuford sighed.

Serena lightly kissed his swelling tool as it continued to grow.  She noted that, while he was no competition to Leon, Beuford’s swelling houndhood was a bit larger than Randy or Martin.  She licked her lips hungrily as she began to gently stroke his length.  Beuford groaned softly as Serena began to lap at the head of his shaft.

“Oh yes,” Beuford groaned.  “Thet feels right nice.”

Still stroking his length, she took his furry sack in her mouth and sucked gently upon his balls.  She began to notice a swelling at the base of his shaft.  She watched, fascinated, as the swelling grew, forming a knot of flesh.  She continued sucking on his balls and stroking his length.

“Almost,” Beuford whimpered.  “Ah kin feel it cummin’....”

She gently rubbed the knot.  Beuford stiffened and clutched at his chair.

“Oh Yeas!” he shouted as his seed spurted from his shaft to splash on Serena and run down his canine pride. 

Serena lapped at his hot seed, swallowing his passion.  Beuford moaned in ecstasy as his shaft twitched and throbbed.  His thighs trembled as his orgasm faded.

“Mmmmm...Miss Kitty,” Beuford groaned softly.  “Thet were jus’ fantastic!”

Serena smiled up at him as she licked the last of his spooge from her lips.  He returned her smile warmly and leaned forward to kiss her tenderly.  Serena returned his kiss.  She suddenly realized that she was enjoying herself far more than she had thought she might.  Beuford took her gently by the arms and prompted her to stand up.  He hugged her close to him, caressing down her back and over her thighs.  Serena purred and hugged the hound back.  He licked at her neck, long slow caresses of his tongue.  His hands roved over her hips and down her thighs.  Serena purred and moaned as he licked his way down to her chest, licking first one nipple, then the other.

He ran a finger teasingly over her mons, causing her to moan softly.  He gently brushed and circled her aroused clitoris.

“Mmmmm...Ohhh yeah,” Serena sighed.

Beuford slipped off his chair to kneel in front of Serena, caressing down the back of her legs.  He leaned down and sniffed at the nethers, breathing the heavy musk of her aroused sex.  He held in his breath, savoring her scent in his nostrils.  He looked up at her with a warm smile.  Serena returned his smile.

The constable then pressed his nose up against her sex.  His tongue caressed her mons, delving between her labia, seeking out her moist inner folds.  He pulled her tightly against his snout, his tongue caressing up through her slit again and again.  Serena moaned as her sex came alive with sensation.  Holding her tightly and still licking her pussy, Beuford lifted Serena up to sit on his desk.

“Got ta make sure y’all ain’t carryin’ no contraband when Ah let y’all back ta git yer friends,” Beuford said with a smile as he placed his hands on her knees.

Serena purred softly with a smile on her lips.  Beuford gently spread her knees apart, then, starting at her ankles, began to slowly ‘frisk’ up her legs.  His touch was gentle and light, sending a shiver up Serena’s spine as he inched slowly upward.  She let out a soft mew of pleasure as he ‘frisked’ his way up her inner thighs.  Upon reaching her sex, he gently spread her labia open, revealing her most intimate treasures.

“Hmmm,” Beuford mused officiously as he gently massaged Serena’s fuzzy outer lips.  “Gonna hafta use a ‘special tool’ ta search heah.”

“Oh?” Serena said with a knowing smile and a soft purr.  “And what tool would that be?”

“Why this one, Ma’am” Beuford replied as he took his turgid shaft in hand and raised it into Serena’s view.

“Oooh, sounds like fun,” Serena purred.

He lay his throbbing love tool on Serena’s mons.  He drew its length slowly back over her clit until the tip caressed her slit.  Serena moaned softly in anticipation as he pressed the head of his shaft between her outer lips and up against her vaginal entrance.

“Mmmmm, oh yeah,” Serena purred, wanting... needing to feel his throbbing shaft fill her cunny.

Beuford slowly pressed his tool into her, filling and stretching her vaginal passage.  Serena threw her head back and moaned loudly as he filled her slowly and completely.  At length, the swollen knot at the base of his shaft pressed up against her vaginal opening.

“Better double check a couple times,” Beuford said with a sly smile.  “Jus’ ta be sure.”

“Mmmm y-yes, sir,” Serena purred.

He pulled his shaft slowly and completely out of her body, her vaginal flesh clinging to it and releasing him with a soft, wet pop.  He quickly pressed into her again and slid his length into her once more.  He began to slowly piston his shaft within her.  Serena began to pant softly as pleasurable tingles began to grow within her nethers.  As he began to pick up speed, his knot would slap up against her cunny.  The tingling in Serena’s cunny continued to grow, spreading out to her upper thighs and belly.  She clutched at the desk and panted harder as the constable’s pace and force continued to increase.  She began to sweat, attempting to hold off her impending release, letting her pleasure build.  Beuford groaned and panted with his vigorous thrusting as his own passion quickly rose.

Unable to hold out any longer, Serena’s pleasure erupted within her.  She threw back her head and moaned loudly.  Her vagina gripped Beuford pistoning shaft of flesh.  A few quick thrust brought the hound to the brink.  He howled in ecstasy as he pulled free of her cunny and spilled his hot seed upon her belly and mons.  Serena moaned softly as she rubbed the canine cum into her fur.  Beuford groaned in pleasure as his pleasure subsided, a pleasantly tired smile on his lips. 

“Ma’am, that were raght nice of y’all,” Beuford said.

“I thought you deserved it,” Serena said with a smile.  “Besides, I rather enjoyed it myself.”

Beuford helped Serena down off the desk.  She quickly started to put her clothes on again.  Beuford marveled at her as he watched her dress.

“Thet Mink-boy is one damn lucky fur,” He said.

Serena smiled and blushed.

“Will you release the boys now, please?” She asked sweetly after she had finished dressing.

“Yes ma’am,” Beuford said pleasantly.

The constable went back to the cell block.  Serena adjusted her hair, being mindful not to disturb her faerie friend.  She became aware of a soft panting and moaning however from where the faerie had nestled in.  Before she could confirm her suspicions, however, Beuford return with Randy and Martin.

Martin rushed over to Serena and embraced her.

“I’m so sorry, Serena” Martin said casting a dark glare in Beuford’s direction.

Serena hugged Martin back.

Randy walked up and kissed Serena on the cheek, drawing a dark glare from Martin.

“Thanks, Serena,” Randy said, ignoring the mink.

“You’re welcome, Randy,” Serena smiled.

“Now y’all stay outta trouble, Y’heah?” Beuford admonished the trio as the headed for the door.

Randy hopped to the door and held it open for Serena, smiling pointedly at Martin.

“Thank you Randy,” Serena said.

Joy hopped over to Randy and into his arms after the trio had left the jail.  They hugged and kissed, then Joy turned to Serena.

“You got them both out,” she said.  “Whatever you did, it must have been good.  Especially considering Beuford’s mood.”

“All I did was apologize,” Serena said with a smile and a wink.  “He understood.”

Joy smiled back knowingly.

Suddenly a tattling rattle sound interrupted the conversation.

“It’s Sly...” Serena muttered.

The others issued a collective groan.

“Hmph!” Sylvester began as he slithered up to the group.  “And here I thought you perverts were finally going to learn something.  But I see you’ve managed to corrupt another innocent ladyfur.”

“But I’m not a pervert,” Martin said softly.  “Am I?”

“No you’re not,” Serena whispered back to him.  Then, turning to Sylvester, “Mr. Sylvester, I think they’ve learned their lesson.  One night behind bars was enough for them.  I decided to forgive them.”

“Forgive them?!” Sylvester said in a shocked tone.  “How are they going to learn to curb their perverse tendencies if you forgive them?!”

Serena started to reply, but felt a gentle massaging of the base of her tail.  She fought to supress her arousal and glanced behind her to see Randy’s arm disappearing into her hair.  She quickly slapped his arm away.  Randy merely looked innocently at the sky.

“I’ll teach them yet,” Sylvester said, too caught up in his tirade to notice the exchange between Randy and Serena.  “You have a forgiving heart, Serena.  But Mark my words...Around these THREE, you are only going to find trouble.”

“Hey,” Joy said with a wry grin.  “I resemble that remark!”

“I’ll keep that in mind.  Thank you Sly,” Serena said as she pat the snake on top of his head.

Suddenly, the faerie mouse appeared over Sylvester.  Randy started to say something but Joy elbowed him in the side.  Serena started to grab for the faerie, but reacted too late.  Sylvester looked up just in time to see the tiny creature let loose with a strong steady stream of urine that caught him square in the face.

Serena grabbed the faerie the instant she had finished and quickly concealed in her hair once more.  Sylvester coughed and sputter, mumbling about perverts and finding some water.  Serena quickly took Martin by the hand and the foursome headed off into the forest chuckling softly.

“What the heck was that?” Randy chuckled.

“My new faerie friend,” Serena said.  Then turning to Martin, “Anyway, let’s go home so I can shower and get out of these clothes.  I’ve been wearing them for the last three days.”

“It’s okay,” Randy said in a severely overacted tone of disappointment.  “I know when we’re not wanted.”

“Since when?” Joy asked.

“It’s not that, Randy,” Serena said.  “I just really need to change my clothes and take a shower.”

“We could help,” Randy said innocently.

“Help with what?” Serena asked.

“Changing clothes...Taking a shower...” Randy smiled, drawing a withering glare from Martin.

“That’s not very nice, Randy,” Martin said flatly.

Joy simply giggled.

“That’s okay, Randy,” Serena said with a smile.  “Thanks anyway.  ‘Sides, maybe you and Joy want to catch up on a few things.”

“We do indeed,” Joy said as she started leading Randy toward his burrow.  “We’ll see you two later.”

“See you later,” Randy said as he followed joy.

Martin continued to glare at Randy as he and Joy hopped away.  Serena smiled and nuzzled him, walking her fingers up his chest.

“What’s with the glaring, Sweetie?”

Martin’s glare melted into a silly grin.

“He...He’s always like that,” Martin said.  “It’s not r-right to talk about ladyfurs like he does...Not in public.”

“And the glare you gave Beuford?”

Martin hung his head and looked at the ground.

“B-because of m-m-me, you had to...I mean...he ...and you shouldn’t have had to....”

Martin was becoming visibly upset.  Serena kissed him deeply.

“Don’t blame yourself,” She said softly.  “It was an honest mistake.”

“But h-he made you h-have s-s-s-s...I mean....”

“I know,” Serena said.  “But it was worth it to get you out of there.”

“But....”

Serena put a finger to Martin’s lips.

“Sh-sh-sh...Let’s just go home.”

“Okay,” Martin said. 

They walked along hand in hand, but Martin remained thoughtful and quiet.

 

             To be continued