THE FAMILY IN RUTWELL FOREST

By Kthanid

With input from SerenaKtty

Chapter 11: Parties

“And then they were Married!” Tina grinned.

“Oh there was a lot more to it than that,” Martin said before Serena and Monica could stop him. “There were parties and preparations and...”

Martin caught the sight of his mates glaring at him and his kits looking expectantly at him.

“Aheh...I, uh, did it again, didn’t I?” he said with a sheepish grin.

“Tell us about the parties,” Several of the kits pleaded.

“Yes, my love,” Serena said evenly. “You most certainly did.”

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Serena awakened from the bliss of a lovely dream. Her eyes fluttered open to find Martin snuggled up against her. She looked down at the arm around her waist. The bluish-gray fur and black paw confirmed that Monica was snuggled up behind her. But the brown furred arm and paw with Monica’s had to belong to Randy. She rolled her head around and confirmed that Randy was indeed snuggled up to Monica and sleeping just as peacefully as her lovers. Serena tried to remember just how Randy had ended up in her bed with them but couldn’t recall anything. Though, if the dull ache between her legs and the stiffness in her hips and lower back were any indication, she could guess what the night’s events included.

She kissed Martin lightly. Martin remained asleep but a little smile crept to his lips and he snuggled closer to her.

“Good morning, luv,” Monica whispered, giving Serena’s ear a little lick.

“Good morning,” Serena whispered back, smiling sweetly. “I feel wonderful this morning.”

“Mmmm, me too,” Monica smiled. “Ummm, Serena? Is that Martin next to you?”

“Mmm hmm,” Serena nodded.

“Then who’s behind me?”

“Randy, I think,” Serena yawned.

“S-Serena...His...His thing is out,” Monica whispered anxiously. “I can feel it pressing against me bum. Serena, we’re n-naked in bed with Randy!”

“Martin’s here too,” Serena giggled.

“But, Serena....”

Monica was interrupted by Sheila entering the bedroom carrying a tray piled high with fruits, toast and sardines. She grinned brightly and brought the tray over to the bed.

“Good morning, Mommy-furs,” Sheila said cheerily. “Breakfast for everybody, Cleo’s orders.”

Serena blinked in surprise and quickly rearranged her fur to cover her ‘naughty bits’ before sitting up. Monica sat up as well but simply put an arm across her chest and her hand over her nethers. Martin complained a little but continued to sleep. Randy opened one sleepy eye.

“Vitamin E...Vitamin E,” he pleaded.

Serena and Monica were both at a complete loss as to what Shiela was doing in Serena’s bedroom or why she was insisting that they eat, though they did feel a bit hungry. Sheila handed the tray to Serena and then handed two honey-colored capsules to Randy who moved only enough to take and swallow them.

“There ya go Mr. Studbunny,” Sheila grinned. “Now come on you two. Cleo said you have to eat, so eat.”

Serena and Monica set about eating under Sheila’s watchful eye. They found that they were more than just a little hungry, they were absolutely famished. They made very short work of the tray’s contents.

“When you’re finished,” Sheila said. “Cleo said I should send in the next shift. I think it’s Harley and Thomas’ turn.”

“Next shift?” Serena asked, a puzzled look on her face. “Wh-what do you mean?”

Sheila looked surprised as she looked at the obviously confused ladyfurs.

“The next shift?” she said. “You know...The next shift of males to satisfy your seasonal lust?”

“Seasonal lust?” Serena asked.

“Yup,” Sheila grinned. “Looks like you wore these two out pretty good this time around.”

Serena and Monica couldn’t take the confusion any more. They crawled stiffly out of bed and headed for the bedroom door. They almost fell over backwards when they saw the living room. There were male furs sleeping on the couch, male furs sleeping on and under the dining room table. There were male furs sleeping on the floor and male furs sleeping in almost every corner of the room. All the males were in various states of undress and looked as though they had all just gone to sleep after not sleeping for several days.

“Where did they come from!?” Serena gasped.

“What do you mean, ‘where did they come from’?” Sheila said. “You two have been ‘in season’ for the last two weeks. You’ve been mating twenty-four/ seven up until last night. Crikey, I can’t wait ‘til I get to be ‘in season’!”

“M-mating?” Monica managed to squeak out.

“W-we mated with...with all these males?” Serena said, feeling like her legs were about to give out under her.

“I think Randy holds the record,” Sheila said non-chalantly. One hundred, forty-seven and a half times to date since you to got the urge ta merge.”

“A half?” Serena asked, still trying to wrap her mind around the logistics.

“Yeah,” Sheila grinned. “He fell asleep halfway through one. An’ bloody hell, Monica was ticked off about it. She kicked his butt right outta the bathroom.”

“We w-were m-m-mating in the b-bathroom?” Monica asked in hushed tones.

“Oh yeah,” Sheila said. “An on the kitchen counter an’ in th’ closet an’ Serena even did it a couple of times on the roof!”

“Oh dear,” was all Serena could muster.

She looked about the room at all the male furs.

“Wh-whose kits are we...Are we going have?” Serena asked anxiously.

“What’ll ya give me if I tell ya?” Sheila said with a wicked grin.

“Sheila!” Monica pleaded.

“Just teasin’, sis,” Sheila giggled. “Cleo says Martin’s the daddy...Of your’s too, sis.”

“H-how?” Serena asked.

“How do ya think?” Sheila smirked. “Oh, you mean how does she know? She checked you after the two of you wore Martin out the first night. She says you were both preggers with Martin’s kits.”

Sheila continued with her revelations of Serena and Monica’s sexual exploits, but neither Serena nor Monica were listening. The two ladyfurs looked at each other smiling brightly as the same realization struck them at the same time. They turned and ran back to the bed and pounced on Martin, bouncing Randy right out of the bed. Serena kissed the startled mink deeply.

“Rise and shine, Daddy!” Serena giggled.

“D-d-d-daddy?!” Martin squeaked, suddenly fully awake.

“Two-weeks along,” Serena giggled.

“Oh Martin!” Monica beamed. “We’re going to have your kits!”

Martin squirmed free of the two female furs and hopped out of the bed. Monica blushed, noticing that Martin was both naked and very aroused. Martin seemed almost in a panic.

“Are you both okay? Can I get you anything? Lay down and rest! Don’t strain yourselves! Gotta get ice cream...And pickles! Have to get pickles! How far apart are the pains?!”

“Martin, Calm down!” Sheila said, frowning at the agitated mink.

“They aren’t coming for a little while yet, luv,” Serena giggled.

“The wedding had been all taken care of,” Sheila said. “Just say the word and the invites will go out. You three can thank Joy for that. We have plenty of ice-cream and, so far, Serena and Monica haven’t asked for anything bizarre. Of course they have been busy with ‘other’ activities.”

Martin seemed to calm somewhat. A huge grin crept to his face and he embraced his ladyfurs tightly. Serena purred as she and Monica returned Martin’s affection. Randy, who had been watching his best friend’s hysterics with no small amount of amusement, slapped Martin on the back.

“Congrat’s buddy” The Rabbit grinned broadly. “And you too. Serena...Monica, this has been two weeks that I am going to remember very fondly.”

Serena embraced Randy and gave him a kiss. When she had finished, Monica did the same.

“And I really am sorry about falling asleep in the bath, Monica,” Randy said. “But hot bubble baths do that to me.”

“B-bubble b-bath?” Monica whispered, looking thoroughly embarrassed…Much to the amusement of the others.

Out in the living room, the front door burst open and Binky Bunny stepped in. She surveyed the sexual carnage wrought on the poor hapless male population of Rutwell Forest.

“So this is where all the males have disappeared to!” she said loudly.

Some of the males stirred, most simply groaned softly. Binky spotted the object of her visit. Constable Beuford Bloodhound lay curled up next to Wannah and Harley. Binky hopped over and stood with her hands on her hips and a frown on her face. She cleared her throat loudly to get the groggy hound’s attention.

“Huh, wha...?” Beuford said as the fog in his brain began to clear. “Oh! Howdy Miss Binky. Is it mah tuhn ag’in?”

“And jus’ whare have y’all been hidin’?” Binky demanded. “Ah’ve been waitin’ fuh two weeks and y’all nevah came ta visit, nevah called.”

“If looks could kill,” Harley quipped.

“Oh, that,” Beuford grinned sheepishly. “Honestly, miss Binky, miss Cleo wouldn’t let none of us leave. Ah could nevah git tahrd of Y’all, mah li’l blossom o’th’ South.”

Binky pouted and wiped a ‘tear’ from her eye.

“Ah should’a known it would happen soonah or latah,” Binky overacted.

“Awwww, Miss Binky,” Beuford said as he stood up a little unsteadily. “Let this poor ol’ hound-dog make it up ta y’all. Please...?”

“Whot y’all gonna do?” Binky asked, her bottom lip quivering.

“Whatevah makes y’all th’ happiest,” Beuford said as her wobbled over to her.

“Wellll...” Binky said, her sadness changing to seduction almost immediately. “Y’all kin make it up ta mae bah comin’ ta mah burrow tanahght.”

“Ah’ll be theah come hell or high watah, Ma’am.”

“Good”

Binky reached up and kissed the taller hound-dog and scratched behind his ear. Beuford’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and his foot thumped the floor.

Harley snickered at the site of Beuford’s reaction, unintentionally waking up Wannah. The big Saber-toothed tigress stretched and yawned mightily. She blinked and then smiled, cuddling up to Harley.

“Har-ley and Wannah fuck now?”

Harley blushed at Wannah’s bluntness, Beuford and Binky just smirked.

“Har-ley fuck little kitty and fuzzy duck many times...Wannah want Har-ley’s boy-thing in Wannah’s kitten-hole.”

Before Harley could answer, Randy stepped out of the bedroom and cleared his throat.

“Wake up Gents!,” He shouted to get everyone’s attention. “You can go home and rest up now. The bachelor party’s at my place in two day’s

“Is it over?” Binky asked.

“Yup,” Randy grinned. Martin’s a daddy twice over!”

A rousing cheer and applause went up from the room. Stars replaced Binky’s pupils as she held Beuford’s arm.

“That’s wondahful!” Binky gushed. Then batting her eyes at Beuford. “So when’s it gonna be our tuhn?”

“Our t-tuhn?” Beuford coughed nervously. “Well, Ah mean...th-that is....”

Randy’s jaw dropped in disbelief then shook his head to clear the images of what Beuford and Binky’s fawns would look like.

“Bunnyhounds....” he muttered.

“So Serena’s gonna be a momma?” Binky asked.

“Monica too,” Randy said. “Martin got them both on the first night. I gotta go tell Joy to send out the wedding invites. The wedding should be in about a week. That’ll give Monica’s parents time to get here. Later gents.”

He patted Binky’s rump as he hopped by.

“You too Binkster.”

“Whah Ah nevah!” Beuford said, glaring at Randy as he hopped to the front door. “Pattin’ a ladyfuhs posterior in public! That theah rabbit is no gentlefuh!”

“Ah thank someone’s jealous,” Binky grinned, enjoying all the attention.

“Jealous? Me?!” Beuford exclaimed. “Whah Ah haven’t got a jealous bone in mah whole body!”

Binky grinned at him knowingly.

The next day was fairly eventful with little details. Cleo stopped in to check over her charges and continue Sheila’s education on how to take care of expectant mothers and how to deal with expectant fathers. Sheila soaked up Cleo’s instruction like a sponge and seemed to be enjoying her new position as Cleo’s assistant immensely. A little responsibility seemed to have done her good. That or she simply enjoyed ordering others around. Martin was absolutely beside himself, hovering over his mates and trying to be helpful. Running to fetch this and that for them, insisting on escorting or even carrying them from one room to another, checking every few minutes to see if they needed anything and fretting anxiously whenever one or the other was out of his sight.

Sheila did her best to keep Martin from annoying Serena and Monica too much, assigning him little trips to the store and such. Joy popped by to fill Serena, Monica and Martin in on the plans for the wedding and getting their input on the final details. Donna dropped in to get Serena and Monica’s preferences for the catering of the reception and to have them pick out wedding dresses. Amid all the hustling and bustling Serena and Monica did manage to slip out for a quick dip in the lake ...Under Martin’s paranoid, but watchful eye, of course.

The next morning, Martin, Monica and Serena were rudely awakened as the bedroom door burst open. Three masked furs burst into the room and quickly surrounded the bed.

“All right youse dames,” the masked, brown furred rabbit said in an overacted New York gangster accent. “Don’t move and nobody gets hoit, see? We’se just here fuh th’mink.”

Serena and Monica squealed and held on to each other. Martin stirred and looked up through sleep fogged eyes as the masked raccoon and goat moved in on him. As they hustled him out of the bed, Martin finally snapped awake.

“Hey! you can’t come in here! Who are you? What do you want?”

“I’ve got a carrot!” the rabbit warned as he whipped out a carrot and pointed it at the struggling mink. “And I’m not afraid ta use it!”

Martin fainted.

The goat and the raccoon hustled martin out of the room. The rabbit backed up to the door, keeping the ladyfurs ‘covered’ with the carrot.

“Now you’se two play along an’ da mink will be retoined unharmed,” the rabbit said before taking a bite out of the carrot. “And for pity’s sake, put some clothes on!”

Monica snatched up the blanket to cover her self. Serena merely shot the rabbit snide smile as he hurried after the other two furs.

“Serena!” Monica gasped. “What are we going to do?! Those...Those furs kidnapped Martin!”

Serena blinked. She couldn’t believe that Monica had actually fallen for the act Randy and the others had put on for them.

“Relax, Monica...They just came to get Martin for his bachelor party,” Serena explained. “I admit that it seems a little early in the...what the? It’s really noon? I could have sworn I set the alarm for seven thirty.”

“You did,” Joy grinned as she leaned against the bedroom door frame. “We had Honey sneak in and shut it off. Now hurry up, you two, and get dressed. Your guests are arriving.”

“Guests?” Monica asked.

“For your combination Bachelorette party and Baby Shower.”

Serena and Monica got out of bed and dressed quickly. The stepped out of the bedroom and were met with cheers and whistles from the assembled female residents of Rutwell forest. Joy escorted them to the couch where they sat down. Sheila served them tea and little honey cakes while the other ladyfurs congratulated them both on their upcoming marriage to Martin and each other and on becoming mothers.

Serena was called upon to recount how she had first met Martin and how he had been the fur who had taken her virginity. Monica hesitantly and with much embarrassment recounted how she and Martin met and how Serena had helped her to mate with martin for the first time. Serena however knew that Monica’s first time had actually been Sheila’s doing and had occurred over a month before Serena had arrived in the forest thanks to a mega-dose of Spanish-Fly extract. The after effect had left both Monica and Martin with no conscious memory of the event.

At length, Ursula and Wannah brought out armfuls of brightly wrapped and ribbon tied packages from where they had been hidden in the guest room. Among the more useful gifts were a promissory note for the construction of a room for the expected kits from Amanda Beaver, a year’s supply of diapers from Donna Doe, a set of lavender baby blankets from Mary Mallard and an assortment of Baby shampoo and other cleansing supplies from Patti Porcupine.

From Aroma and Fragrance they received matching hers and hers strap on phalli.

“For use after you wear martin out,” Aroma grinned.

Willowmeena gave them each a dozen huge suckers. Joy, who had already taken it upon herself to set up the wedding and reception arrangements, gave them a pair of leashes attached to a single collar. Honey Mouse gave each of them an emerald ring. Nikki gave them a copy of her illustrated book, “How To Fuck A Mink...A Ladyfurs Edition.” Ursula gave them a book on health and nutrition for expectant mothers. And finally Binky gave each an oversized shirt with, “THE MINK DID THIS TO ME!” printed in bold, red lettering across them.

After another round of tea and cakes, Joy cleared her throat.

“Ladies, The time has come for our final gift of the day on this most hallowed and joyous occasion,” Joy said as she made her way over to the Stereo. “So without further ado, let the entertainment begin!”

Joy flipped the stereo on. A drum heavy dance arrangement thumped and rang out from the stereo. From out of the kitchen, two lean and muscular male cheetahs danced over to the couch. They appeared to be twins and each wore a ragged T-shirt and very tight ripped jeans. Monica blushed deeply as the two felines danced suggestively for her and Serena but was unable to look away. Serena also blushed but her tail, swishing though the air behind her, bespoke volumes of her mood.

The other females clapped in time to the music as the cheetahs gyrated gracefully for the guests of honor. Each cheetah took hold of the other’s shirt and slowly shredded it from the others body. Monica squeaked and cuddled up against Serena. Serena purred softly watching their muscles as they rolled beneath their pelts. The other females began to chant, ‘Take it off! Take it off!’

With a casual pass of their hands they undid the snaps of their jeans. They then slowly lowered their zippers. Monica and Serena both seemed hypnotized by the dancers. In almost perfect synchronization, the Cheetahs allowed their jeans to slip from their gyrating hips. They gracefully kicked the pants to the side, though this was hardly noticed by the audience who’s attention was drawn the tight G-string that barely covered the rather large package each cheetah was sporting. Monica squealed and buried her head in Serena’s shoulder, drawing her legs up onto the couch and blushing furiously. Serena giggled and kissed Monica on the forehead.

The Cheetah’s danced about in front of the assembled females, giving all a good show before returning to the guests of honor. They knelt down in front of Serena and Monica, leaning back and pumping their hips invitingly in time to the beat. they held out a hand to Monica and Serena. Monica clutched at Serena though she grinned hugely.

“It’s all right, Monica,” Serena said.

Serena reached out and brushed her fingers across the hand of the cheetah in front of her. The cheetah smiled and took her hand. He stood up and pulled Serena to her feet. The other cheetah did the same for an increasingly embarrassed Monica. The two cheetahs danced closer and closer to Serena and Monica. Each took their partners hand and guided them to their hip where the G-string was tied. Serena purred and smiled, though she wasn’t sure exactly what to do next. Poor Monica was completely clueless.

“Miss Kitty isn’t curious?” Serena’s cheetah purred softly.

Serena grinned and slowly pulled the loose string. The G-string fell away, revealing the cheetah’s maleness in all its glory. His shaft was only semi-erect but still protruded a good five inches from its sheath. Monica gawked at Serena who whipped the G-string behind her back. Monica yanked the G-string from her cheetah and was treated to a similar sight. The other females cheered and began chanting: ‘Serena, Monica, Serena, Monica!’

“Go ahead you two,” Joy shouted over the crowd. “They’re all yours. A little gift from me and the girls.”

“Uhhh, to do what?” Serena asked.

“Whatever you like sweetie.”

“Y-you mean...Here?” Monica gasped. “In front of....”

“Nothing’s required,” Monica’s cheetah purred. “But I am allowed to pleasure you.”

“As am I,” Serena’s cheetah purred.

The cheetahs kissed Serena and Monica and pulled them against their bodies. Serena and Monica melted against the cheetahs, caught up in the passion of the moment. The cheetahs slowly undressed the pair, caressing and kissing their bodies, much to the delight of the crowd as well as Monica and Serena. The cheetah’s knelt down and kissed and licked at Serena and Monica’s pussy. Monica whimpered and moaned, Serena purred out loud. The cheetahs rough tongues delved in to the ladyfurs slits, working through the soft folds of female flesh they found there. After a few moments, both Serena and Monica groaned out and shivered as they came. The cheetahs continued their oral stimulation until Serena and Monica’s orgasms had eased. The cheetahs then moved the two ladyfurs to the couch. Serena sat on the edge and leaned back. Monica leaned over and braced herself on the arm and back. The crowds chant changed to ‘Mate them! Mate them!’ Serena No longer cared that half the population of the forest was looking on. The fact that she was being watched seemed to somehow intensify her arousal. Monica was too aroused to care as well. The cheetahs entered Serena and Monica, thrusting at half time to the music. Monica and Serena moaned and whimpered and purred and groaned as the cheetahs worked their male meat into the warm, wet recesses of their partners. They increased their pace to keep time with the music, caressing and kissing Serena and Monica all the while.

Ursula took a seat on Willowmeena who had been inching toward the cheetahs as the mated with Serena and Monica. Aroma had her sister’s head buried in her cunny while she watched the show. Honey mouse was diligently exploring Patti’s love tunnel. Sheila had her long shirt hiked up and her hand stuffed down her panties diddling herself urgently as she watched her sister being mated.

Serena arched her body and half moaned, half purred as she reached orgasm. Her partner drove deep into her as his seed flooded her belly. Monica and her partner climaxed only moments later. There was much cheering and some grunting and groaning from the crowd.

“That was great, Miss Kitty,” Serena’s cheetah panted. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Serena purred.

Monica looked around as the lustful haze cleared. She realized that she had an audience and squeaked in terror as she scrambled for her clothes. Serena giggled, then felt a tap on the shoulder. She looked around and found Sheila, completely nude, her thighs glistening wetly, looking up at her.

“Ummm, Serena...Can I try him out?” she asked.

Serena looked over to Monica. The frantic platypus was trying to slip back into her clothes.

“Well...I guess so,” Serena said hesitantly. “It’s not really up to me.”

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” The cheetah purred.

“Then he’s all yours,” Serena said.

Sheila grinned broadly and leapt into the cheetahs arms. Serena smiled and started to retrieve her clothes. Joy came over with a sly smile on her muzzle.

“So how are you enjoying your party?” The bunny asked.

“It’s definitely interesting,” Serena grinned, sneaking a glance at Sheila as her cunny slowly swallowed the cheetah’s lover’s tool, causing the platypus to squeal in delight.

Time for another Rutwell tradition,” Joy grinned. “Wanna see what the boys are up to?”

Serena grinned.

“Sure, why not? Let me get Monica.”

Continued