THE FAMILY IN RUTWELL FOREST

     By Kthanid

          With input from SerenaKtty

 

 

         

Forward

Many of you reading this are familiar with the story…How once upon a time I got this silly notion to write up a short story based on a furry role-play based in the world of my original cartoon characters.  I added a few pics to illustrate the story and the genie was let loose from the bottle.  The short story became a multi-chaptered novel, then two and now three, chronicling the adventures of Serena Kitty in the world of Rutwell Forest, my own happily hedonistic playground of the mind.  Based on furry role-play sessions between myself and Serena (Kitty/savage/etc…), the old characters evolved and grew, as did the Forest itself, and new characters were added.

To all things, however there comes an ending.  This will be the last of the illustrated novels for Rutwell Forest.  The forest and characters will continue as far as pics and perhaps an occasional commix.  The illustrated Novel format, however, is just far too time consuming.  I hope you have enjoyed the previous two novels and that you will enjoy the 19 chapters and 100+ pics for this one.

Okay, I’ve yammered enough.  Just let me thank Miss Serena Kitty/ Serena Savage/ Moonlight Kitty, for her contributions to the stories and her permission to include her characters, Serena, Binky and Harley, in my little world.

On with the show……

KTHANID

 

Chapter 1: One Big Happy Family

 

Martin Mink crawled on all fours around the couch.  He grinned broadly as he stalked his prey.  His long, plush, blonde tail twitched in eager anticipation.  His coiled muscles tensed a moment, and then he pounced around the corner of the couch.

“Gotcha!” he shouted.

But all his hands closed upon was a small, discarded yellow sundress.  He looked quickly about in a panic.  As he expected, nearby was a pair of tiny, pale-yellow socks and a pair of tailspin pull-ups.  Martin rose to his knees and looked anxiously about the living room.

“Karin”, he called.  “C’mon sweetie.  You can’t keep doing this.  What would your mommies say?”

Martin turned his back to the couch as he looked about the living room.  No sooner had he done this than a red-brown, furry streak bounded over the couch and landed heavily on his back with an enthusiastic ‘R-R-A-a-a-awr!’.  Martin squeaked in surprise and staggered forward on his knees as a pair of small arms wrapped around his neck.  He fell heavily to the floor as his assailant giggled happily.  Martin recovered his wits and rolled to his back.  His assailant shifted with his roll and ended up sitting on Martin’s chest.

“I gotcha, Daddy!  I gotcha!”

“Yes you did, Sweetie,” Martin chuckled as he lay pinned beneath his naked daughter.

Her fur was the same shade as her mother’s, red-brown, though her thick, plush tail fur more resembled Martin’s.  Her hair was done back in a pony tail which she was very proud of.  Martin wished, not for the first time, that he could break the one bad habit his three year old daughter had.

“Why did you take off your sundress again?” Martin asked as he tickled his daughter’s ribs.

“Clothes make me itchy,” She giggled as she tried to squirm away from Martin’s tickling.

“Everyone has to wear clothes,” Martin explained as he continued to tickle his daughter.

“Not...(Giggle)...Not me!”

Ever since she had been old enough to crawl, Karin had been steadfast in her dislike of clothes…A situation that Martin had tried desperately to correct.  But after three years, he was beginning to suspect that she knew that her parading around in the buff embarrassed him, especially since she hadn’t yet learned to rearrange her fur to cover her private areas.  Martin sighed in resignation and resumed tickling his daughter, relishing the lovely sound of her happy giggling.

“No fair!” she giggled.  “No Fair!”

Martin grinned and continued his tickling.

“Help!” Karin giggled.  “Daddy’s cheating!”

Martin felt a chill run down his spine at the sound of the pitter patter of little feet on the living room rug.  He glanced quickly around as his remaining six kits spilled from their hiding places and converged on him.

They were upon him before he could move, giggling and tickling him everywhere.  Two male and one female kitten joined their sister who had already begun to dig her fingers into daddy’s ribs. One male and two female platypus pups latched onto his legs and tickled at his feet.  Martin giggled and squirmed helplessly under the assault.  He only barely heard the front door open.  He looked back at the door to find Serena and Monica standing in the doorway, their arms full of groceries and bemused looks on their faces.

“I see the kits have done a good job babysitting their father,” Monica observed.

“Help!” Martin squeaked.

“I don’t think he needs any help,” Serena said with a smile to Monica.  “The odds seem pretty fair to me.”

“We were playin’ Hide and sneak,” the male platypus pup chirped.  “Karin caught daddy, but daddy started ticklin’!”

“He did!?” Monica said with a smirk.  “Naughty daddy.  He should be ashamed of himself.”

“He certainly should,” Serena agreed.

Martin giggled and whimpered helplessly while Serena and Monica took the groceries into the kitchen.  They returned a couple minutes later to find the scene had not changed.  They smiled and knelt down.

“Okay, kits,” Serena said.  “I think Daddy’s had enough.  Come and give your mommies a hug.”

The kits abandoned Martin in a flash and bounded across the room with a joyous cry of ‘Mommies!” in uncanny unison.  Serena and Monica gathered them all up in their arms in a huge group hug.  Martin coughed and panted, trying to catch his breath.  He smiled as he watched Serena and Monica passing out kisses to their children.  Not for the first time he reminded himself of just how lucky and blessed he was.

He had married two beautiful ladyfurs, Serena and Monica, who loved him and each other as much as he loved both of them.  They had each given him children, challenging and a joy at the same time.  He loved his kits with all their quirks and the challenge of raising them.

There was Tristan, A female kitten with the white fur and blond hair of her father.  Shy and timid, she tended to gravitate to her mommies more than Martin.  Kevin, the larger of the two male kittens, was a lighter shade of brown than Serena.  He was a constant source of consternation with the little presents he would deposit in his parents bed to proudly demonstrate his hunting skills.  Not that this would be a bad thing.  But the ‘presents’ were still very much alive.  Timothy, the other male kitten, was more a thinker than his brother.  Constantly scheming, his favorite pastime was figuring out ways to get at the cookie jar or some other baked treat that was being kept from him.  And of course there was the exhibitionist, Karin, Martin’s nemesis.  Both she and Monica’s white furred daughter, Tarin, had a way of wheedling him and melting his heart, often teaming up to work on him.  Tina, Monica’s other daughter, was very much the princess of the group.  If the all kits were in trouble, it was a fair bet that Tina was the instigating factor.  Michael, or ‘Mik’ as he preferred to be called, was very much ‘Joe cool’.  He reminded Martin of his best friend, Randy Rabbit, which disturbed Martin just a little.

Martin struggled to his feet and flopped on the couch. 

“Okay, Kids,” Monica said at length.  “It’s nap time.”

The kits whined and moaned in disappointment.

“None of that, now,” Serena said.  “Or you won’t get a story.”

Mik, Tarin, and Karin scampered to the couch.  Mik clamored up into Martins lap while the other two latched onto and snuggled up in Martin’s fluffy, soft tail.  Monica and Serena scooped up the remaining kits and snuggled onto the couch as well.  After a few minutes of shifting and squirming, everyone was settled comfortably in.

“I think it was Tarin’s turn to pick a story,” Monica said.

“I think you’re right,” Serena agreed.   “Go ahead, Tarin.  What story would you like to hear?”

“I wanna hear how my Mommies and Daddy got married!” Tarin blurted out.

Martin grinned sheepishly and blushed. Serena and Monica smiled and exchanged knowing looks.

“Boring!” Mik said as he rolled his eyes.  His brothers nodded and murmured their agreement.

“Oh, it was anything but boring, Michael,” Monica smiled.  “Wasn’t it Serena?”

“Anything but,” Serena agreed.  “Martin, why don’t you start it off.”

“M-m-me?” Martin squeaked, setting off a round of giggling from the kits and his mates.  “Ahem...well, I guess I could...Um, where should I s-s-start?”

“Start with the day you proposed, silly,” Serena giggled.

“Oh...Okay.  Um, sure,” Martin said, fidgeting just a little.  “Well...I was on my way over to visit Serena one day....”

            Continued...