Previously on Plush Kits: Fluff and Sorrow ch 1:

The den was out of food, heat and lights. Malcolm made a decision. It would have to be today.

“Get dressed, Mara. I have to cross the border to Irlia, and gather some Ulfcoin.”, Malcolm said, grabbing Daddy’s old backpack.

The two kits dressed themselves for travel, and headed off to Miss Kitty’s den.
Malcolm approached the door, knocked and waited. No answer.
Waiting he knocked several more times, each harder than the last, but there was no answer.

“Mara, looks like Miss Kitty and Penelope are not home.”, said Malcolm. “You will have to come with me; I won’t leave you alone at home.”

Malcolm was worried about the note left in the “condolences” cards.

“Where are we going, Mal?”, asked Mara, who was holding his paw tightly.

“The two of us are going on a trip to Irlia, all by ourselves.”, Malcolm said.

Usually anyone under 16 years needed to go with parents, and under 18 needed to go in pairs, due to the danger of dogs or other plushy destroying predators.

He hoped it would not be a one-way trip.

-
[Mal and Mara]       

The two kits walked down the pathway, with the town of Danu at their backs and nothing but a cobblestone road amid rolling hills of green grass ahead, with woods far off in the distance. When they rose up a hill they could see a small wooden shack next to the path, with a sign reading “Check in before crossing”.

As they approached the gate, a pig-plush appeared and held up his hand for them to stop.

“Cubs, you shouldn’t try to cross the border without an adult, you know that. Where are your parents?” asked the pink plush on guard duty.
 
Mara looked very sad, and just stared at her foot-paws, silent tears appearing.

Mal looked up, took a deep breath, then answered.  “We are by ourselves.”
 
The pig looked concerned.  “What would your parents say if I let you cross? They would come here and have my head on a stick! Bobby does not want to end up like that!”
 
Mal looked at Bobby.  “We’re orphans.” he said quietly as Mara burst into tears.
–    

*****

[Miss Kitty]

Miss Kitty and Penelope arrived back home from the bakery, arms loaded with glowing loaves of bread. Penelope jumped up and down impatiently as Mama Kitty opened the door and walked into their home.

Tossing the bread down on the table, Penelope asked again (for the 7th time that hour) “Can I please go play with Mara now? I’m bored!”

“OK, go over and knock, see if she wants to play. She might not be in the mood.” said Miss Kitty.

Penelope smiled and ran out the door, slamming it shut in her haste, and raced over next door.
As she raised her paw to knock, the door opened, and a large Black Teddy was standing there.  “What do you want, fleabag?”

“….I just wanted to play with-”, Penelope said, backing away.

A teddy bear voice from inside called out. “They aren’t here! Let's search the town.”

“She isn’t here. Screw off you rutting little mange factory!”, said the nasty teddy, slamming the door in her face.

Penelope ran home and tore open the door.  “Mama, Mara isn’t home and mean bears are there! They called me a ‘rutting mange factory!’”

Miss Kitty slammed the door shut, locking and barring it. Looking out the side window she could see a pink Bark-bie jeep parked next to the Redfox home.

After a few minutes of watching she saw 4 bears strut out of the home, including the one who caused trouble at the Good-Bye Gathering. The bears slammed the front door on the way out and sped off in the pink jeep, the battery whining as it raced down the road at top speed towards the shops.

The matronly cat-plush kept watching from her window; maybe the two kits could explain when they got home?
 
*****
                 
 [Mal and Mara]                                                                                                                                                

Bobby the guard-pig was horrified at what happened, and immediately started giving things to the two kits out of guilt. Mara’s brokenhearted weeping made the guard almost cry himself.  In desperation he gave Mara a plate from “Bark-bie The Baker” with a glowing piece of birthday cake on it. The little fox-plush cried into the cake until Bobby stuck a bite in her mouth.  Mara stopped blubbering and started to devour the cake greedily, wiping her nose on her sleeves.

Bobby tried to hand off another piece to Malcolm, but the fox plush refused, so Bobby jammed the plate inside Mara’s pack when “inspecting” it.

“You two will need to be very careful. The path is usually safe and up ahead there are fences on either side of the path. Make sure you stay on the path. Even one step off is very dangerous!” warned Bobby.

“I will remember.” said Malcolm, looking over to see Mara calming down, and quietly reciting one of her rhymes to herself while licking the glowing frosting off the plate.
 
Quietly Bobby almost whispered to a warning.  “I don’t want to scare your sister, but I can’t warn you enough! The fence is lined with cold iron. It can hurt you if you stay in contact too long, and worse for the Fae. Whatever you see or hear stay on the path.  You cannot trust your eyes and ears!”
                                                                 
Reaching inside the hut, Bobby pulled out a necklace with a ring sized circle of wood around a string.
“This is a rowan charm. Wear it to keep safe. The Fae will avoid you when you wear it.”

“Once in Irlia get to the toy box if you can. Soak up the energy. Refill your Ulfcoin. Beware of dogs. Worst of all, be careful of the Furry Ones. The gods have great power, but can be very dangerous to a plush-fur!  Sometimes they act completely insane.” said Bobby.

 The two kits said their goodbyes and set off walking down the road towards Irlia.

 As they walked along, Mal would look behind them every so often, afraid he would find pursuers on their trail, but it had been quiet. He had an uneasy feeling.

Mara started to skip a little and sing a little rhyme to herself as they went along.

“Clever fox, clever fox, run and hide. A dead fox in the grave brings no pride
Clever fox, clever fox avoid that bait, stand up fights will seal your fate
Clever fox, clever fox bide your time, fool your enemies with tricks and lies.
Clever fox, clever fox do not attack, trick your enemy and stab their ba--

“Hey Mara, let's try to be quiet, OK? I want to hear anyone coming before we see them.” said Mal.

“OK, Mal, I’m sorry.”, said the little kit, hugging her brother’s arm as they walked along silently.

“She is so clingy”, thought Mal. He returned her hug and they trudged onward down the path.

“I wish Mamma were here with us.” he said sadly, and they moved along.

*****

[Miss Kitty]

Miss Kitty cautiously entered the Redfox home. The bears had been gone for hours, but she had not seen the kits returning at all.   The place was empty.  Without Samantha or the kits in it, the house felt like an empty shell.  Going to the fireplace, Miss Kitty touched the firelog to get some light and heat in the house, but the log would not light. It was exhausted and needed more Ulfcoin to work.

Examining the kitchen she found the cereal box dead empty, and other than the milk pitcher the house was bare of food, heat and light. Why didn’t that tod come over and ask for help if the “Goodbye Donations” had run out?

Why were Black Teddy Clan Bears in the house? They were no friends to the family. One of them looked like the troublemaker at the Good-bye gathering.                                                              

Looking over Miss Kitty saw a stack of donation envelopes and other papers and wondered if she should go through them. Maybe there were other donations that were missed by the kits?

There was a knock at the door, and Penelope stuck her head in.

“Mama, I’m hungry for lunch!”, said the little calico patterned cat plush.

Miss Kitty forgot about searching and went home to feed her kitten. She could always look around later on…

*****

[Roger Redblood]
 
The Bark-bie jeep was running low on power. Slamming the pedal down barely made the pink battery powered 4×4 move at all.  Roger pulled into the spot outside the den for the Black Bear clan and came to a stop at the battery charger.

“Jerry, plug in the charger. The two aren’t in town. Their den had no heat and no food.  They weren’t working anywhere.  They must be headed to Irlia.  We leave early in the morning.” said Roger.

“Roger, why don’t we wait until they come back--”,said Jerry.
 
“Jerry, just plug in the charger. It’s going to take all night to charge. If they have anything valuable, they have it with them.”, Roger said.

“I told you that loan was a bad idea!”, replied Jerry. 

“SHH Don’t mention ‘loans’ in the den! Do you want to get found out?”, Roger said.

“Sorry, Roger. I’ll be more careful-”, started Jerry.

“Careful about what?” asked a new voice. Turning the two saw a huge black teddy bear with an eye-patch standing nearby.

“Hi, Butler! How are you?” asked Roger nervously.

“I’ll be better when you answer my question, cub! Now what are you being ‘careful’ about ?” asked Butler Blackbear.  Butler was older, more experienced, and was one of the Black Teddy Bear Clan leaders.

“Careful about the jeep battery staying charged.” said Jerry. “I forgot to charge it yesterday, and we have an early training patrol tomorrow morning. Roger didn’t want us to miss our rutting early patrol time.”

  “Don’t worry, Jerry. You can sleep in and rut your mother when we don’t have patrol duty.” said Roger.                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                               
“Can’t do that.”, was the reply.

“What do you mean?”, asked Roger, getting irritated.

“I’ll be busy rutting your mother, like every other bear in the clan!” laughed Jerry, as Roger gave him the one-digit salute, heading in the direction for chow. It was nice to be at the den for lunch.

Butler laughed and walked away dismissing everything.

*****

 [Mal and Mara]

The two fox-plush walked along for several hours, skipping lunch and the sun was beginning to get low in the sky. The temperature was getting lower as they came to a clearing just off the path. In the clearing was a wooden lean-to style shelter to keep the rain off, a well for drinking water and a fire pit with a fire log and hanging pot over the fire.

Mal activated the log to give some heat and light, and Mara ran off to the bushes; she had been squirming for the past 20 minutes and Mal could tell she needed to pee pretty bad.

He had been secretly watching Mara slide her paw under her dress and between her legs to play with herself to stop from peeing her pants.  Malcolm felt guilty watching her, and should have told her to just go pee by the roadside, but his 12 year old balls spoke louder and he wanted to watch Mara touch herself without her knowing.

He could paw off to that real quick...maybe if he were lucky he could somehow smell or even lick Mara’s paw.  She would never have any idea why.

A few minutes later Mara reappeared, pulling up her leggings underneath her dress, and Malcolm forced himself to look away so he didn’t get a “flash” of any sights he shouldn’t see.

“Mal, I’m hungry!” whined Mara.

Malcolm grabbed the backpack, and started to search through it for any supplies. Near the bottom was a stash of “Mary-Kate Granola Bars” which he fished out and handed 2 to Mara and took one himself. There were two left for the next morning’s breakfast. After that they would be going hungry…

The two started to munch away, and Malcolm purposely ate his slowly.

“Mal, you can have one of mine!” said Mara, seeing Mal only had one granola bar to eat.

“No, Mara, I am OK, you eat that one too.” Lying to keep his little sister from worrying.  “If I get really hungry we have a few more and I’ll eat, I promise.” Mara did not look happy but kept eating her share.

After eating, Mara went to the well, filled the pot with the cold water from the plastic well, and touched the pot to the hanger over the fire, making the glowing water instantly warm and steaming then pulled out a sponge and washed her paws and muzzle, and her foot paws.

As he watched, Mara started to undress to wash but Malcolm stopped her.
“Mara, we are outside with no privacy, and it’s too cold outside here to be wet.  Wait to wash your body until we have good shelter, ok?”

“OK, Mal.” said Mara a little disappointed.  I wanted Mal to see me a little bit.  If he does then maybe I can sneak a look at what he looks like with no clothes on and he won’t be mad.

Mal pulled out his sleeping bag from the pack, and laid it out near the fire log to try and keep some heat for himself, and wished the shelter was more than a roof to keep rain off. Nights were getting colder.
Mara pulled out her “Lil Miss Unicorn” sleeping bag and lay down next to her brother, curling in a ball to keep warm.

The two shifted several times because of the hard surface, not used to sleeping outdoors. Exhausted after the long walk both kits fell asleep quickly.

*****

[Mara]

Mara was on a grassy hill, seated next to a blanket with a picnic lunch spread out. The sun was shining, and small birds were flying around the daytime sky. The weather was warm and comfortable with a slight spring breeze.
Looking up she saw Mama smiling at her. “Little kit, I miss you already. You need to remember that I love you both. Remember the things I taught you are important. Share with Mal. Remember our ways.  Listen to and help your brother.”

Mara gave Mama a hug, and opened her muzzle to ask where Daddy was…

*****

[Mal and Mara]
 
Mara was startled by a sound and found herself sitting upright, outside in the cold night, next to a fire and heard a wailing sob next to her.
 
Turning to the sound she could see Malcolm was asleep, but crying and letting out a miserable heartbroken whine.  “Mama…sorry…was…bad.” he mumbled in his broken sleep.

Mara ran over, and tried to wake Malcolm but he would not awaken. Thinking, she unzipped his sleeping bag and climbed in, holding Malcolm in a tight hug. He stopped crying and fell silent, breathing easily.

Soon Mara drifted off to sleep herself, feeling very comfy from the dwindling fire and the shared body heat of their unconscious cuddle.

- 
 
Mara woke up screaming as she was jerked from the sleeping bag by a huge black paw and held off the ground. Blearily in the early morning sunlight she could see several black teddy bears surrounding them, under the shelter, and nearby was a pink Bark-bie jeep that the bears must have driven.

A black teddy bear (the one from the Good-Bye Day gathering who got beat up) was leaning over a scared and confused looking Malcolm, pinning him down to the ground.

“Tod, what's your name?” the teddy asked.

“Huh? Who are you? What do you--”, Malcolm started to say, and he was lifted up a few inches by his shirt and slammed back into the ground making him grunt in pain.

“I asked you a rutting question! Now answer it!” yelled the black bear.

“Mal!” yelled out Malcolm, scared witless.

The black teddy smiled.  “Hi there, Mal, old buddy. I’m Roger Redblood of the Black Teddy Bear Clan. Your mother borrowed 100 Ulfcoin from me and I want my money back.  Now.”

“We don’t have any--” started Malcolm, before being lifted off the ground by the sleeping bag and slammed back on the ground.

“Don’t you rutting lie to me!” screamed Roger. Turning to the other bears he barked out “Check their bags!”

Soon both bags were dumped on the ground and searched for anything valuable.  “Nothing here worth anything, Roger. Maybe that is because they were going to Irlia and not coming back with Ulfcoin.” said one of the bears. This was obviously an argument the bears had earlier.

Roger leaned over very close to Malcolm and in a soft whisper said “If I don’t get paid, I’ll take it in trade. Understood?  I’ll fuck your sister’s tailhole until the fluff runs out her ears, then make you suck her shit off my cock!” Malcolm swallowed and nodded his head.

Mara looked around and saw no way to get loose, her captor just holding her by her shirt up in the air. The other teddy bears were watching Roger harass Malcolm.  Mara reached her paws around slowly for something to grab onto as she dangled.
 
Roger saw a fox sized green hat in the pile on the ground and grabbed it. 

“Hey, give that back! It was Daddy’s hat!”, said Malcolm nervously, finding his voice, and reached for the hat. Roger shoved Malcolm back. 

Malcolm took a swing at Roger’s head, which Roger blocked with ease and slammed Mal to the ground, knocking the wind out of the 12 year old fox, bringing tears to his eyes.

“I’ll keep it until I am paid...or maybe I’ll wipe my tail-hole with it and burn it.” replied Roger as he let go of Malcolm and walked away.

Mara was dropped on her tail, and scrambled over to her brother, who was curled up in a ball, trying to breathe. Mal barely had his breath back when the bears raced off towards Danu in their pink Bark-bie jeep.

“I’ll get you bastards back.” said Mal, coughing. "I’m going to find a teacher, learn to fight and kick your asses…"
       
Mara grabbed Malcolm and hugged him tight. At first he didn’t respond, standing up and pacing angrily, and began to shout what he was going to do to the bears...until his voice broke and he started to cry.

“I’m sorry Mara...I’m ‘sposed to be strong and protect you...and I was too weak and scared.” said Malcolm, wiping his runny nose on his sleeve.   His face was red and he didn’t meet her eyes.  Mara pulled Malcolm in and hugged him tight until he responded back with a hug.

“It’s OK Mal. They were huge bears! Even Daddy couldn’t fight that many. You will get stronger once you learn to fight.’’ said Mara.

They picked up their spilled supplies, ate a quick breakfast of the last of the granola bars and moved off down the road, getting out of sight of the shelter as quick as they could. They didn’t need any more reminders of sad memories.

*****

 [Miss Kitty]

Miss Kitty woke up early, laid out some bread and butter for Penelope and Mr. Kitty for breakfast and went over to the Redfox home. Knocking, there was no answer, so she went inside.  It looked like no one had been there since she herself left yesterday afternoon.

The house was cold, so Miss Kitty dropped some Ulfcoin on the log, and it lit up, starting to warm up the den and give some much needed light.

Looking over, Miss Kitty once again saw the pile of papers and decided to look through them.
Inside the stack was a horrible note:

“The fox bitch owed me 100 Ulfcoin and didn't pay.

If I don't get my coin, I'll take it out in trade.

Not sure who is cuter, the boy or the girl.

I get paid or I get laid.

-RR”

It took a moment for what was on the note to register.  Not believing her eyes could read something so terrible Miss Kitty read the note a  2nd time before the meaning took hold and she dropped the note in shock.

Miss Kitty automatically looked around for Penelope, even knowing the kitten was safe at home with her own father .

Miss Kitty unconsciously bared her teeth, hissed and popped out her sharp claws while picking the note back up, piercing the paper accidentally.

This problem was too big for two orphaned kits.  This problem was too big for her.

Miss Kitty was calling a meeting of the neighbors, those she could trust.

 *****

 [Mal and Mara]

A few hours later the two were moving along the road towards Irlia, the sun shining, spirits a little higher, when Mara looked in her pack and discovered the two plates of chocolate cake.

“Mara, let’s stop for lunch and have that cake.” said Malcolm. Mara nodded and they pulled out a blanket and sat down on the grass beside the cobblestone roadway.

Mara pulled out the plates, and the two munched on glowing pieces of chocolate cake and juice, sitting  back for a rest.

After a short time, Mara became bored with sitting, and got up and started to stretch out.
“Mal, do you want me to show you the fox-dance Mama showed me?” asked Mara.

“Maybe later, Mara. I’m trying to think of where I can find a fighting teacher.” said Malcolm.

Unfriendly mammal trying to be mean
Swings a paw, step back, get away clean.

Step forward wave paw high to the side, 
Slide your paw to the jaw, run away and hide.                                                                                                                          

Mara was doing some dance move where she stepped back with one leg, and leaned to the side, waving her paw around, then doing some kick-step. Malcolm thought girl-dances were strange. At least the boy-dances like the foxtrot made sense.

Boy reaches out at you, the mean boy dance
Small circles with your paws ruin his chance.

Now Mara was waving paws in circles in front of her, going from head height to her waist and back up. It didn’t seem too exciting as a dance. Maybe it made more sense with music?

Eventually Malcolm stopped feigning interest.  “That’s a really cool dance, Mara, but let's get going.”

They rolled up the blanket and moved on down the road, with Mara singing her “Clever Fox” rhyme again…

-

The path now was beginning to go through a wooded area, and on either side a high wooden post fence was built, with an iron bar nailed on the outsides of the fence facing the woods. Malcolm could feel the wrongness of the cold iron. It felt dead.  Being near it was uncomfortable, but as long as they stayed inside the fenced in area it was tolerable.

As they walked along, the woods along the sides of the road started to feel a little more ominous, making them both nervous. Shadows seemed to deepen, the sun was starting to get low in the sky, and clouds were beginning to gather. Another circular cleared area was up ahead, with a small wooden cabin to give shelter.

The fence for the road blocked off the back part of the cabin from the woods to protect the clearing.

Getting into the clearing, both of the kits found a bush to water, then headed towards the cabin.
Next to the front door were some painted signs.

‘Leave more food than you take, when you can.’

‘recharge the fire log and water for the next dweller’

‘BEWARE the Wild Hunt.’

The two walked in, dropped their packs on the wooden floor next to the door, and looked around. The cabin was a single room, made of logs, with putty filling in cracks between them, keeping the night air out.

There was a large water pitcher chained to a crude wooden counter, and a fire log for warmth and light.

A small round wooden table with 1 chair and 2 stools sat in the middle of the room, and 3 large (bear sized) beds were on the edge of the room. On the table sat a chess set, and a deck of cards.
A small chest had been left open, and contained a cache of food.

A sign on the chest stated ‘take what you need, give more back than you take.’

Malcolm and Mara both ran up to the chest and happily noted food that was more than just granola bars or cake, and started digging through for something better.

- 

Mara had finished her glowing bowl of  “Mary-Kate Beef Stew” and was munching on more cake when they both heard a horn blowing in the distance. They both stopped and listened. Mara put down her cake and headed towards the window to look out, while doing that “wave paws” dance again. The horn sounded again, closer.

The snarling of feral dogs could be heard getting closer. Outside the cabin a voice let out a screech then a cracking of underbrush coming closer and closer. The door to the cabin flew open slamming into the wall, and a short green-skinned pointy eared humanoid ran in, and slammed the door shut, loudly going “SHH!”
 
Mara looked at the slightly shorter creature, shocked, ears flat against her head, and yelled “What are you and what do you-”

The green-skinned creature spun around and charged at Mara, its hands reaching up for her face.

- 

Malcolm watched in horror as the creature ran at his sister.  Before he could stand up to defend her the green pointy eared humanoid reached out a hairless hand to grab Mara. His little sister panicked and started to yell out “Boy reaches out at you the mean boy dance small circles with your paws ruin his chance!” and started waving her paws in the dance move in a small circle. 

Somehow Mara accidentally slapped the reaching hairless paw of the green humanoid down towards the floor, then his shoulder, and back of it’s head, and it fell to the floor, almost landing on her. The loud braying of the horn sounded so loud that the glass of the window vibrated. Mara was still waving her paws in the air in circles when she started screaming “Mal, help me!”

The tod grabbed some rope and tied up the green skinned fur less creature, who started to furiously struggle with the ropes.     “Mara, it’s OK now. He is tied up. Once I find a teacher I’ll be able to protect you better.” said Mal, holding Mara in a tight hug.

-

Malcolm looked at the creature tied up on the floor of the cabin. It looked terrified until it heard the horns start to fade away. It was calmer now, struggling less against the rope tying it up.

“Gadewch imi fynd i chi ffycin tegan moethus gwirion!” yelled the tied up fur-less green skinned creature.
Seeing the blank stares it stopped then said haltingly “What…plush...want?” 
“What do you want? What are you? Why did you attack us?” asked Malcolm.

“Go...from...Cŵn Annwn...Wild...Hunt.  Want...lwynog merch...be quiet.”, it said.  “Not fight...me...goblin.  Only want hide. Merch loud.  Try to cover muzzle...for no loud.”
The goblin looked at the rope holding him, then at the door.  “You...unwind. I go.” said the goblin.

Mara looked at Mal.  “Are you going to untie the little goblin?” she asked nervously.

“What is a ‘lwynog  merch’” asked Malcolm.

“'lwynog’ is you.  'lwynog’ is...” the goblin pointed to Mara with his chin. “goblin is me”.

“So ‘ lwynog’ is ‘fox’” said Malcolm. “What is ‘ Merch’”?

“you ‘bachgen’, goblin ‘bachgen’, and “motioning with his chin at Mara “is merch”.

“It sounds like ‘merch’ is ‘girl’, said Malcolm.

“OK, you unwind now, I go.”, said the goblin.   
Malcolm looked at the size of the goblin, shorter than his sister, and decided it was no real threat and untied him.  The goblin jumped to his feet.

“The Wilde Hunt gone.  I go...” started the goblin, as his stomach gurgled loudly.
“You have foods to share?” asked the embarassed goblin.

“The food in the chest is emergency food for travellers, it doesn’t belong to us.  Our own supplies are almost gone, sorry, we don't have any Ulfcoin to spare-” started Malcolm.

“Is this enough?” asked Mara, tossing a coinpurse to Malcolm.

Looking in the purse Malcolm saw over 40 Ulfcoin.  “Where did you get this, Mara?” asked Malcolm.

She smirked. “When that mean bear grabbed me out of the sleeping bag and swung me around I grabbed it with my footpaws.  Serves him right!”
                                     
Mara started to recite :

“Clever fox, clever fox, to be wise
when your enemy is bold, apologize
Take the blame and bow your head
Let clever paws steal his gold instead.”

Looking at his sister, Malcolm was speechless, in utter shock.

Malcolm recharged the “bowl of stew” Mara used and asked  “What is your name, goblin?”

“Goblin is Rah-Chell”, said the small green creature.

“Rah-Chell, I am headed to Irlia for more Ulfcoin, and hope to find a fighting teacher to take revenge.  Do you want to join us in our quest?” asked Malcolm, handing over a charged up box of glowing granola bars.

The goblin looked at Malcolm, grinned, and took the offered food in hand.
Rah-Chell seemed to be a new friend.  They might need good friends in this quest.
A new ally would be great!

*****

[Miss Kitty]

Miss Kitty was sitting at the “Publick Howse”. She had called a meeting with many of the neighbors, most of whom attended the Good-Bye Gathering and the party afterwards.

“The troublemaking black teddy is threatening the Redfox kits over money that Samantha borrowed before she...passed on.”, said Miss Kitty.

“I remember he was here.  Does anyone know who he is?” asked Miss Kitty.

“Reginald Red-something...maybe” suggested the barkeep.  “Rag might know.”

“How much is owed?” asked Barry the baker.

“A note said 100 Ulfcoin, and threatened to ‘take it out in trade’ and suggesting a threat of rutting the both of them.” said Miss Kitty, ears turning bright red with embarrassment at the language she used.

“Let's take a collection.  I can toss in 10.” said Ricky Raccoon.

“I can toss in 20.” said Miss Kitty.

Soon others around the room were making promises to donate...

Now they needed to see if they could come up with the money or get more time.

*****

 [Mal and Mara]     

“Do you want to join our quest?” asked Malcolm.          

“Thanks for food. I say  ‘No’.  I have food, am live and will go.”  Rah-Chell opened the door and ran off into the night, which was getting darker, with grey clouds, and the wind beginning to pick up.

Malcolm solidly closed and barred the door from the inside to keep any more unwanted visitors out during the night.  That whole idea of a new friend joining a quest and risking life and limb seemed silly now.   Those old “kits tales” of love and adventure didn’t seem so nice when you were really living it.

 Deciding he was starving he grabbed a “Bark-bie cooks Fried Chicken”plate and gobbled down the glowing meat before any other disasters happened that night.

“Mara, get ready for bed.  We still need rest to travel tomorrow.” said Malcolm.

“OK, Mal.” said Mara, smiling.  “Mal, we should share a bed, so we don’t get cold or scared in the middle of the night.”

Malcolm was torn.  He wanted to be right next to Mara in bed.  He was hoping she would play with herself again, and maybe he could watch, and lick her fingers...but he needed to paw off himself or he would have blue balls!

Mara stripped off her clothes and wiped off with the sponge in front of Malcolm, and he started to get massively hard watching her. He turned his head so he didn’t invade her privacy, and she wouldn’t know he had been looking. He tried to peek out of the corner of his eye, but couldn’t see much.  He thought Mara was trying to sneak looks at him too!
                                                                   
When she was done Mara handed Malcolm the sponge, and said “OK, Mal, your turn to wash!” with a giant grin.

Malcolm didn’t want Mara telling anyone she saw his hard foxhood, so he hesitated.  “Maybe later, Mara. For privacy.”

“Mal, it’s ok. We are family.  Don’t be shy.” Said Mara.  “Besides, I know you were watching me!”

“No, I wasn’t looking, Mara! I wouldn’t do that...I was just thinking and not paying attention, that's all.” said Malcolm.  The tod did need a wash, and this was a one-room cabin.  Mara also saw him undressed before, but that was before his cock was raging hard...

“OK, Mara, you turn around and I’ll wash, deal?” asked Malcolm.  

“Deal!” said Mara, smiling.  

Malcolm stripped down completely and washed off with the sponge.  He was very careful to use only a couple light touches on his cock and balls; he didn’t want to startle Mara by splooging all over the floor after her “show” got him so excited.

Drying off quickly and throwing on his underwear, Malcolm didn’t notice that Mara was facing a small mirror on a stand and was watching him in the reflection.

- 

Still nude, Mara went to head for the bed, but Malcolm stopped her. “Mara, why don’t you put on your night-dress?”.  He hated to cover her up, but he was taking care of her, so he should be like Momma and Daddy would have been.

“Mal, I should let my fur air out.  I’ll just wear my panties to bed.” said the 6 year old vixen.

Malcolm couldn’t think of any real reason to say no.  Other than hormones he didn’t want to explain to Mara.   ‘Oh, I want to bury my tongue in her cunny so bad!  I want to lick her until she climbs the walls!’  Malcolm thought.  He followed this thought with ‘Knock it off you stupid horny mongrel! That's Mara!  You don’t want to hurt her with a bad touch!’

-

Mara grabbed her little white panties (with red hearts and kiss-lips on them) and put them on while smiling at Malcolm.  Looking at her older brother she could tell he was watching her again.  His tail was wagging furiously when he looked at her and he kept his paws in front of his own underwear to cover his male-parts from showing off to her through the cloth.

‘I hope Malcolm falls asleep soon so I can rub my girl-spot!’ thought Mara.  She thought Mal was watching her when she had to pee really bad earlier but she wasn’t sure.

-

Malcolm slid into a bed, and Mara climbed in next to him.  Since the bed was Teddy Bear sized, it was huge compared to foxes.  You could easily fit 4 foxes on the bed without being crowded.  Malcolm slid back, away from Mara to give her room, but she slid closer to him.  The two fox-plush could feel each other's body heat, and his hardening foxhood was up against Mara's little tail.

Malcolm closed his eyes, and waited for Mara to fall asleep, listening carefully to her movements and breathing.  He wanted to paw off right now, but he couldn’t do it in front of her. ‘I wonder what she would do if I did paw off in front of her.” Malcolm thought, quickly squashed that idea down.  ‘This is real life, not some stupid porno story.  In real life seeing furs jack off in public gets a visit from the constable.  It doesn’t get the other fur to randomly join in.  Pizza delivery or not.’

Mal slid his paw into his underwear and gave himself a tiny rub on his fox-cock, and sat back to wait.

- 

Mara waited quietly in bed not moving much, waiting for Malcolm to fall asleep.  She could feel his burning hot boy-parts were stiff and sticking out near her tail.  Mara really wanted to see what he looked like, up close, and maybe feel it, but didn’t want to get in trouble, or make Malcolm mad.

Mara slid a paw down into her panties and started to slowly rub her tickly coo with a finger.  She wanted to really tickle the top part a lot more, but didn’t want to make any noise or keep Malcolm awake.  Mama always told her it was OK to touch herself, but it was a private thing only for herself and only for someone who loved her that wanted to touch her too.

Malcolm felt a slight movement, in the bed next to him and felt Mara’s legs come up to her chest then back down, and felt the bedcovers lift for a second then cover them both again.  He waited without changing his breathing, and felt Mara start to move her hips a little bit back and forth.

In the dark, he tried to guess what she was doing, and his cock hardened even more when he thought her paw might be in between her legs playing with herself right next to him. Pretending to roll over, Malcolm put his right arm around Mara and laid it on her tummy.  ‘No, her hand was lower.’ Malcolm thought.  Mara stopped moving her hips and waited.

‘Accidentally’ sliding his paw around, Malcolm realized Mara no longer had panties on at all when he couldn't feel a waistband.  The little vixen was stark naked under the covers. 

The blanket being lifted must have been Mara dropping the panties on the floor beside the bed.

Malcolm stopped and waited again, and listened for more movement by his sister. His passion taking hold of his actions, Malcolm couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his cock with his left hand through his underwear.

Malcolm was disappointed when Mara moved her paw away from her own pussy.  ‘Please don’t stop, I want to be next to you when you touch yourself!’ Malcolm thought desperately, his hips bucking a little, and letting out a low excited whine without noticing.

Mara grabbed Malcolm’s paw and pushed it down between her own legs, feeling his warm paw slide across the fur on her belly, down slowly to her most private spot.

Malcolm's finger twitched in surprise moving across Mara's itchy coo and accidentally pushed up into the warmth making her gasp slightly in pleasure.

The next thing Malcolm heard set his plush-heart beating like a jackhammer.
“I know you are awake, Mal.  Please don’t be mad, but I really want you to tickle me between my legs. I’m so itchy there.  Do it like last time, please, it felt so good at the end.”

Malcolm was shocked and tried to pull his paw away on reflex, even though the wet warmth of his sister's cunny maddened him with desire. 

Mara tried to close her legs tight to trap Malcolm's paw but he slid his paw away, up to her smooth tummy and let it sit, keeping it near his forbidden secret desire.

“Mara, I’m not supposed to do that.  You are only 6 years old and you are my little sister.” said Malcolm, struggling to control himself.

“Malcolm, it’s ok.  Mama said that special touches were only for the doctor or family trying to help you, or furs you love that you want to touch you.  I want you to touch me and I love you.” said Mara.

“Malcolm, will you please touch me on my itchy cunny? I really want you to do it;it feels so good when you do it instead!" said Mara.

 Please show me how to touch you to make you feel good too!  Teach me?” asked Mara in a shy voice.

Malcolm was shaking, instinct to mate fighting with the idea that touching his sister was wrong.  He was breathing heavy, rubbing his cock under the covers, and on the absolute edge of doing what she wanted.  The next thing Mara did made the decision for him.

Mara waited for Malcolm to do something.  He was shaking and breathing heavy.  She could tell he wanted to touch her, his eyes stared, and he licked his muzzle.  He seemed nervous, like someone would see them "being naughty" together.

Throwing off the covers, Mara opened her legs to show Malcolm her center of burning need, and moved her paw towards her brother's muzzle to point to where her body needed his warm gentle touches that felt so much better than her own paws.

The scent on Mara's paw from playing with herself got near Malcolm's sensitive fox nose, making him mad with desire, and he let out a low desperate whine.

Self control shattered, Malcolm licked Mara's paw like a starving beast finally given a meal, taking in the delicate scent and taste from her sweet young nectar.

Malcolm made Mara feel so naughty and so good when he sniffed and licked her finger like that.  She didn't know why, but the licking sent a thrill through her making her cunny itch even more.

Malcolm whined again, and slowly started to slide his paw back down, making Mara grin wide and open her legs as far as they would go, giving her brother access to where they both wanted his touch to go.

Mara felt Malcolm reaching down past her tummy, slowly reaching down for her special girl spot. Malcolm's gentle paw slowly across her bare lower lips, missed then slid back up, sensations making her paws clench in pleasure on the blanket.

"Please rub the tickle spot!" Mara thought as Mal moved his paw around before finding the moist warmth of Mara's girlhood.

"Tell me what feels good, Mara. I want to make you feel so good you can't stand it."said Malcolm.

Mara grabbed and moved Mal's fingers to her best spots as he started to rub her.  Her body getting heated Mara gasped, opening and closing her legs as the sensations drove her mad with pleasure.

Getting overstimulated, Mara moaned out. "Slower...stop...more tickles! Slow...more…" directing Malcolm when to stroke her as her passion built up more and more.  

Hips starting to twitch, Mara closed her eyes and was surprised when she felt Mal's hot breath on her, muzzle, and looked to see him lean over, and lick her neck, moving up to her pointed twitchy fabric ears.

Mara jumped as Mal licked her ear, then went back slowly down her body to pause at her chest to lick her nipple, the sensation making it harden.  She let out a gasp at this new sensation.

Malcolm was licking his way down to her tummy when Mara moaned out loudly.  "...so good...so good!"  He saw her hips start to twitch back and forth wildly.

Mara felt it start to happen and her cunny twitched really hard and she moaned out “That feels so good, don’t stop!  Just go slow...so..I don't pee!"

Mara whispered to Malcolm "just...a...few..more...TICKLES!"

Mara turned her head and fiercely licked Malcolm's muzzle, yelling out  "It's happening!” and her cunny twitched hard as her climax hit, and she moaned "no more!" and pushed his paw away.

- 

Malcolm watched Mara cum hard on his finger, then push his hand away.  “It tickles too much now, Mal.  No more!" She whispered.

Malcolm was shaking, desperately wanting to be touched.  His own cum was so close.  He couldn’t stand it any more!  His own left paw was on his cock in his underwear, jerking, but having to stop for losing his balance with both hands in use.

“Mara, please, please touch me,  I need it so bad! I need  to rut you!” Malcolm practically yelled out.
His sister reached over and pulled his underwear down, his rock hard cock sticking out obscenely, demanding attention.

Not knowing what to do, Mara touched Malcolm’s cock, and felt heat like an oven coming off it.  Rubbing in the middle gave some stimulation, but not enough to bring him off.

“Mara, do you know what cum is?”, asked Malcolm.

“Is that the thick white pee stuff you made in your pajamas when you touched me before?” asked Mara.

“Yes. I have to cum, bad! It feels like when you finish but stuff squirts out.  If I don’t cum my balls will  hurt bad!”, said Malcolm. “Please rub the top, or lick and suck it, but make me cum, I’m begging you, please.  I’m so sorry, but I can’t stand it, Mara!”
                                                                                                                                                    
-

Mara leaned over, and sniffed Malcolm’s hard pulsing pecker.  She gave it a tiny lick and he moaned.

Mal could feel his sister's breath on him, and thrust up his hips up, desperate to make contact with another plush.

Mara pulled back, a little surprised, and Malcolm's hips dropped back.  Eyes wide, body shaking, Malcolm moaned "Mara, please do it!  Please!  I'll touch you anytime and anywhere if you do!"

The only pleasure Malcolm had ever had before was his own right paw.  When she came near him, his body went haywire, hormones in overdrive.

Twin thoughts of 'I shouldn't be doing this with Mara'  battled with 'she is going to touch my cock!' and then both lost to 'I can't take it anymore! I need to get off so bad right now!'

 “Please, more! Put it in your hot little muzzle and suck.  I’ll do anything you want, I promise ! Please SUCK IT, MARA!”

Mara took his cock in her mouth and Malcolm let out a low long moan of pleasure as she slid him in her hot wet mouth.

"Oh gods, that feels so…good!"Malcolm cried out.  He gently thrust his hips up as Mara was not moving her tongue or lips.

Mara pulled away for a second, starting to pull off Mal's member and he gasped when the cool air hit his cock.  "Please don't stop, Mara!"

Realizing Mara needed instructions Mal called out “No, you don’t need to suck like a straw, just move your tongue around.  Up and down.  And lick Under the bottom...ohhhh!"

Mara licked the underside of her brother's shaft, carefully to keep her teeth off him as she pleasured him.

She would have grinned as how good she was making him feel but her muzzle was occupied.  

Mara had been nervous about putting his pee-pee in her mouth, but seeing how bad he needed it she didn't care anymore.

Her tail wagged at hearing his begging and moaning...she didn't know how licked felt yet but it seemed better than just tickles.

"I wonder if he...would lick... my girl-parts", Mara thought feeling shy and naughty and excited at the same time.

Malcolm started telling her how to make him feel better, and she started licking and moving her lips like he said.  

Mara felt her brother's body tighten and spasm in pleasure.  He was getting more excited than before.

"Keep doing that Mara, it feels So RUTTING GOOD!" yelled out Malcolm.  

As she serviced her brother's cock, Mara reached down and rubbed his tightened balls gently and felt his excitement go up a notch.

Malcolm couldn't stand the pleasure anymore. When Mara touched his balls, Mal could tell he was going to cum.  He needed that hot muzzle there, licking on him!

Mara heard Mal scream out "Mara, I'm...CUMMING!" and felt his paws grab the fabric of her ears and hold her head in place.

Malcolm thrust up, making Mara gag for a moment, and she pulled back, then put both paws on her brother's hips and held him down.

Malcolm yipped and screamed "I'm shooting!"as  Mara felt her muzzle flooded with thick shots of cum blasting down her throat.  

She was going to spit it out, but decided to swallow instead.  It didn’t taste bad, just wierd.  Malcolm twitched hard, almost coming off the bed in a spasm of pleasure  and squeezing her ears too hard for a moment as he finished in her mouth, then twitched a bit and pushed her head away.

Mara raised her head to look at Malcolm, and saw the mating madness leave him, replaced by a terrible sadness.  She licked the cum off the side of her muzzle, then found Malcolm grabbing her in a hug.

“Mara, I’m sorry!  Please forgive me, I shouldn’t even have done that to you!”, said Malcolm as he started to sob.

Malcolm backed away into a corner, curling up in a ball and shivering.

Mara went to go to him to give Mal a kiss and hug, and he looked around wildly and dropped to all four feet and ran and hid under a bed, in the far corner.

Mara called out "Mal, what is wrong?", Worried about him, she followed and found him curled in a ball, shivering with fright on the floor on the far corner under the bed.

 “Please don’t tell anyone or they will take you away!  I’m sorry, I was just so horny.

I promise I will never do it again!  I didn't mean to do a 'bad touch' on you, Mara", said Malcolm, between sobs, hiccuping once or twice.

"Please don't tell anyone.  I don't want to be alone with no one!  Please don't make me be all alone, Mara!  I promise I'll never touch again!" said Malcolm.

Mara was confused.  Mal didn't hurt her or force her.  He made her feel really good.

“Malcolm, it’s OK, I’m not sad or mad.  I wanted you to touch me. I wanted it for days.  You did not hurt me.  I’m sorry I made you touch me, Malcolm.  It just felt so much better than me doing it myself.”

- 

Malcolm was shocked. He sniffled and wiped his nose with his paw.  “Mara, do you think I’m a ‘bad touch plush’  that hurts cubs?”

“No, silly brother.  You are a ‘good touch’ plush.  Your tickles made me finish really hard.  I want to keep doing it with you if you want.  I love you, and we make each other feel really good.  You even taught me a little about males and how to make them cum!” said Mara brightly.

“You sure you aren’t sad or mad?” asked Malcolm.

“No, I’m happy I have the best brother who let me finish first!” Mara said, as she yawned. "I did a 'Special touch' to you first.  When you were sleeping I made you touch me."

"Come here, Mal.  I really need my big brother to hold me." said Mara.

Malcolm slowly came out from under the bed and cautiously approached Mara, who hugged his naked body tight to hers.

“Malcolm, I’m tired. We can do sexplay tomorrow. I want to sleep now.” said Mara.

Malcolm laid down next to Mara, and they both drifted off to the most restful night they had in weeks, lying naked next to each other, warm under the covers of a private cabin.

- 

The next morning the two woke up, grabbed breakfast, and after a quick assisted wash with warm water, they set off.

Throughout the day they travelled without issue, but something seemed off to Malcolm.  The woods on either side of the road were too quiet.  Birds were not singing, small animals were not about.  Around mid-day things seemed a little more cheery with the bright sun.  A few small animals could be spotted grazing, and birds flew about.

“Mal, how much further”, asked Mara.  She was very quiet, sensing something not quite right with things here. All the early morning animals waited until noontime to feed ?                                    

“One more day, Mara.  It will be over soon.” the tod said with forced cheerfulness.

In the late afternoon the sun was blocked by dark clouds again, and all the birds and small creatures were silent.  “Mara, why not sing me a ‘Clever fox’ rhyme?” suggested Malcolm.

Looking skittish, ears down, Mara replied quietly “It doesn’t feel right...like a snake will jump out and bite if I make noise.  Mal, will there be another cabin tonight?  So we can be inside?”

“Yes, Momma said there were three shelters.  He should get to it in a while.” said Malcolm.
- 

They were walking down the cobblestone path, with the usual 6 foot tall wooden fences with cold iron on the outside, when they heard horns in the distance and a rumbling of hooves could be heard and felt.  Malcolm whispered urgently “get down!” and lay down flat on the ground.

Mara lay down next to Malcolm, looking frightened, and the brassy blare of horns could be heard, as well as the barks and howls of dogs, all getting closer.

From out of the woods rode a large host of riders on feral horse mounts, with over a dozen red-eyed solid black hunting hounds running ahead. They were chasing down a terrified male wolf-plush. 

The lead female rider looked familiar...

“Momma! We are here!” screamed out Mara, jumping up and waving her paws, running to the wooden fence.

Malcolm looked...the rider looked like his dead mother!  Around his neck, something felt cold and uncomfortable.  Malcolm grabbed the rowan ring around his neck it to push it away, and the shape of the rider changed...it looked like a female white fox wearing a golden crown, holding a deadly looking spear in her paw.

The lead rider looked at the kits with un-natural glowing blue eyes smirked as she watched Mara run for the fence.

“Mara! Wait!  That is NOT MOMMA!” screamed out Malcolm, as he tried to stop his little sister who was climbing the fence desperately while calling out for Momma to wait for them.

Malcolm raced to Mara, who leaped over the top, his paw just missing a grab for her tail.  She scrambled down the  other side while yelling for Malcolm to hurry up so they could see ‘Momma’ again.

As Mara’s paws hit the ground on the other side of the fence she accidentally touched the cold iron.  As Mara watched the red-eyed black hounds caught up to the desperate wolf-plush and pulled him down. 

Looking at the lead rider, Mara saw the leader change forms to a white wolf wearing a crown.  The Mistress of the hunt looked at Mara, showed a row of shark teeth in her muzzle...and drove her spear into the chest of the begging wolf-plush.

Mara didn’t know what the thing was, but that was not her mother.  Trying to back away, Mara realized she could not climb the fence from this side. Not without the numbing burning cold deadening her paws, like she had stuck them in a freezing cold lake in winter, her paws going weak and tingly.  “Mal! Help me, please!” 

Malcolm scrambled over the fence, tying a rope to the top and dropping down the other side.
The Mistress of the Hunt casually tore out the chest-fluff of the dying wolf-plush and ate it as if it were candy.

The Mistress pointed to the two plush-furs and her followers slowly trotted towards the two, closing the gap quickly on their black horses. The black un-natural horses had hooves that produced a small flame with each hoofstrke against the ground.           

Malcolm grabbed Mara, and shoved the rope in her paws. “Climb!” he shouted at her.
She started to scramble up the rope as fast as she could.  Several of the hunters raised spears up to throw and Malcolm moved in front of Mara to shield her as one spear flew at her.

Malcolm took a glancing blow and was cut on the shoulder, making him stagger back from as his fluff was exposed.  The other thrown spear hit the climbing rope, slicing it off.  Mara went crashing the ground below, landing on her back and curling up in a ball of pain.

More riders approached them, Malcolm realizing his left arm hurt too much to move, and Mara was stunned into helplessness.  The grinning riders slowed down and waved their spears around, beginning to circle and called the hounds to heel.  Scared prey was more tasty.

One hunter called to the others. “Told you I sensed rowan by the road!  Go get the vixen, and throw spears at the tod until he dies.”

They were trapped on the wrong side of the cold iron fence, surrounded, and unable to move fast enough to get away, even if Mara were not lying on the ground right now.

Malcolm took off the Rowan necklace, placed it over Mara’s neck, and grabbed a broken-tipped spear, causing the hunters to laugh.

 Realizing he had no idea how to use a spear even with two arms, Malcolm used the spear like a pry bar, ripping a piece of cold iron off the fence.  Grabbing hold of the iron bar, he wrapped his paw closed around it with a piece of his shirt.  The tod gasped in pain as the dead cold shot through his paw and arm.  His paw felt like it was stuck in the water of a frozen lake in wintertime, going numb, with tingling pains shooting up.

Tightening the rag to tie a knot using his other paw and mouth, Malcolm gritted his teeth against the pain.  No matter how much it hurt him he couldn’t drop the iron now.  Mara started to slowly sit up, and looked around with terrified eyes, trying to find a way out.

“Run away, little cubs!” called out a hunter.  He looked eager to give chase.
                                                        
Keeping his eyes on the hunters Malcolm said “Mara, stay behind me. When they get me...you run as fast as you can.”                                             

“Mal, how do we get awa--”, Mara started to say.

 "Remember that I love you, and I did my best.” said Malcolm.

A hunter dressed in green looked over, amused.  “Do you expect to kill us all with the iron and escape, plush cub?”

Mal raised up the iron bar and calmly said.  “Me ? No.”                                                                                                                  
               
“But you rutting bastards don’t get her!” said Malcolm.

[Continued in Plush Kits: Fluff and Sorrow, Ch 3]

Authors Note:

As usual I would like to thank Thaddeus from Writers Crossing discord server, he provided some excellent advice on when to judge a story is complete enough.

I also need to thank WaffleSquadron, who aided by reading, finding all the 4th grade level errors I made so I could correct them.  Without his aid, you would not be reading past the first 3 sentences before backing away.

(I would also highly recommend Waffles series “Play Date”, found on Inkbunny.)

- this story has been the most complex I have worked on yet, and its looking good so far.

I admit curiousity: Did you read this for fapping, finish and walk away ?  Or for story ?
Or both ?

Let me know in comments.

--sumdumguy

3-11-2020