Kriket's heart was still pounding, painfully aware how cool the air on his back felt now with the two large patches of fur torn from his back. A second gift from the hawk that had so narrowly avoided having Mouse for dinner. The first being his life. It had taken a moment for him to realize what was happening then, the view almost surreal as he tumbled through the air and into a thorn bush. Earning a few scratches with his landing. Another stroke of luck, since it kept the furious bird at bay. Long enough for him to escape out the other side and be well on his way by the time it got free.
Still, the small grey mouse didn't feel very lucky. After all, he would have never been so careless if he hadn't been distracted. All thanks to losing his home and the first meal he would have had in two days...
It had been the splashing that attracted him, the small little spring remote and camouflaged by reeds and rocks. He would have never known the bathing beauty was there and merrily continued on his way if she hadn't made so much noise. A Faerie, and one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. He had peeked through the reeds, dumbstruck as the gorgeous creature washed her high, round breasts with a little more effort than required. Eyes rolling upward as she reached a delicate hand down between her long beautiful legs to tease against her tight, pink slit. Her long blue-green hair brushed back from her beautiful face as she moaned and whimpered. Incredible, round ass bouncy slightly as she shivered with excitement, completely clueless to the world around her.
That had been perfect for Kriket, seeing how he knew then and there he had to have her. But sheer moments before a pounce that would have pressed her beneath the gently bubbling surface and left her in his clutches, Kriket found out he wasn't the only one who wanted her.
A gnarled black hand had reached through the reeds beside her, easily wrapping about her waist and hoisting the startled Faerie into the air before she ever had a clue what was happening. Kriket had watched in nearly as much horror as she, her beautiful azure eyes wide in terror, as the small Raccoon pressed it's way out of the reeds and down into the spring. Though perhaps their reasons might have been different. She'd barely had a moment to squeak a denial before he'd stuffed his cock up that perfect ass of hers, jerking the jiggling, squealing Faerie up and down his cock so fast that Kriket thought she'd split for sure.
Her legs splashing into the water with the Racoon's every hard tug, a visible bulge pressing out against her stomach. Kriket could only watch in despair, the Racoon's pace growing quicker as it waded deeper into the spring. The Faerie's screams becoming more and more desperate, so did the growls from his stomach. Until finally, a deep, maddening twitch in the base of the Racoon's shaft signaled the rapidly approaching end. The Faerie had managed one last desperate plea for mercy that was cut off with a dreadfully loud squelch. Her perfect figure erupting into a wave of pink tinted spunk, dousing the reeds on every side and splattering down hard into the water. Kriket getting one last view of the Racoon, sinking back into the cloudy water, eyes blinking sleepily as the Faerie's long legs floated on either side of him.
It hadn't been a complete loss, Kriket having found one perfect, round breast dripping with cum lying among the reeds. So he'd eaten his consolation snack and moved on, hoping to sleep through his hunger. Unfortunately that wasn't to be.
Kriket had found soon after that Pixies had discovered his burrow, hidden close to the Faerie's bathing springs, and collapsed it. No doubt they would be back to check on it, so homeless and hungry, Kriket continued his weary journey. Hoping to spend the night in the Root Groves.
It wasn't until that moment that he had his first bit of true luck.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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