Bonus Content 1: The Spice Merchant And The Lost Town Of Molly

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The Spice Merchant And The Lost Town Of Molly

Martin was a prim and proper mouse. He always said his prayers every night, even when traveling. He never lied or stole, since he believed in honest dealings. But he had a secret weakness. That weakness was fast approaching again.

He had tried to resist, but his work took him across the land. Martin was a spice dealer. An important trade bringing needed goods from one location to the other. Bringing great wealth to his hometown. He had to travel to make a living and he enjoyed his job.

Talking to new creatures, understanding their culture, and selling them spices to improve their meals brought him great joy. He had a loving wife and three lovely children. Even with all of that love and family, Martin craved risk, excitement, and the forbidden.

He had been a bad creature and spent money on things he should not have spent it on. But even the best creatures had a naughty side that just had to escape occasionally. He tried to resist, but the temptation was just too much.

As his cart got closer to his destination, his whiskers had begun to twitch in anticipation along with other parts of his body. Even his tail couldn’t keep still as he thought about what he was in for. He recalled his past visits out here and he already felt like a much younger mouse as the blood rushed through.

Martin was traveling to an isolated community. He had only been accepted by these creatures for saving one of their own that had gotten lost. He had taken them back home in his cart. Separated by high mountains, a large forest, very few dared to make this trip into the remote wilderness. That had been the best decision of his life. While he had regrets, he quickly left those behind as his cart got closer to his destination.

The town he was headed towards didn’t have much to trade for his spices, but he always went back, for the other benefits. Even with the touch of gray coming into his fur, he couldn’t resist. It also helped Martin that he handled all the loading and unloading of his cart himself. Even with age, his muscles remained as taunt and firm as ever. His back unbowed and fur well kept.

He promised himself every time that the visit would be his last. But no matter how much Martin prayed he could not resist. His cart crested over the ridge of a hill, showing the well-kept fields and the town past them in the distance.

Various field workers looked at him and grinned lasciviously at him. He had left his shirt unbuttoned and had chosen one with short sleeves to show off his body. The female cats giggled and waved at him. He grinned back. He had no doubt that he would be meeting several of these pussies during his stay.

Everyone single one of these pussies were lithe and flexible. That was what female cats were known for after all. One of them sauntered up. “Meow,” she said in greeting.

Martin was a mouse of culture and had learned all the subtle dialogue of these pussies. “Meeoow!” He warbled his throat just right and made sure to give the proper inflection, to indicate his interest and his openness in the near future.

“I’ll be at the Starlight Claw Inn, if you think you can handle me,” the pussy said with a swish of her tail as she turned around. Martin couldn’t help but start as the pussy walked away giving a flirtatious glance over her shoulder.

Martin adjusted his position on his cart seat and set off again. While he was tempted to leap off the cart right then and pussy have her way with him, he restrained himself. It would be impolite and getting his fur dirty was not the way a proper mouse conducted himself.

Setting off for the town once again, Martin couldn’t help but smile. He was finally here, he had reached the legendary town of Molly, inhabited by only female cats. They rarely accepted outsiders. The male cats only visited once a year from some smaller settlements to have kittens.

That meant for most of the year these pussies were lonely and desperate for companionship. Companionship that Martin would be providing, as long as his endurance lasted. That was why he kept a secret spice just for himself. Refined sea clams that had been dried and ground down to powdered dust was a powerful source of invigoration.

It was a secret only known to the sea otters that he had spent years of effort getting. Now it was one of his most prized possessions. Just one sniff of the powder sea clams would ensure he could handle all the pussies the pussies in the town of Molly. At least if his flesh was willing. For while his spirit was unbreakable, hard and stiff like an ancient oak tree, the sheer volume of flesh could overwhelm one creature.

He made sure to take out the box and take a lot of the powder right now. He would need it for the initial clowder of pussies that was sure to come his way.

That was why even with all the pent-up anticipation that was building up inside of Martin, there was a tremor of nervousness that ran through him as well. It was also the reason that he swore never to come back to Molly every time he visited.

But the injuries would heal, and the good memories lingered behind. Pulling up to the town gate the guards gave him feral nods as he was let on through. Martin was well known for his visits, since so few creatures earned the favor of the pussies.

“Nyaaa,” one pussy greeted him as he made his way up the main street. That meant she was claiming him, so that she would be his first while in the town.

“How dare you!” another pussy rushed over and they began to hiss at each other. Martin could already tell it was going to get wild. He quickly set off to avoid the cat fight and reached one of the few inns in the town of Molly, Starlight Claw Inn.

He got the cart tucked away and his goods secured. He made sure to take a small box of the most important stuff with him. The first night was always the most intense. That was something Martin knew from his previous visits.

Once everything was secured, he made his way into the Inn that also doubled as a bar. “Oh Martin,” Lacy Lucy, the owner of the inn greeted him. She leaned over the bar counter, her amble bosom straining against the white lace she wore. Her gold colored fur invoked images of sunlight and warm days. Her smile wasn’t predatory, but welcoming. No other cats were around yet, since it was the middle of the day.

Martin had timed his arrival to happen now, so that way he could handle a few important matters before becoming distracted.

“Lacy, a pleasure as always. I was planning to stay in town for a week. The spice is all unloaded out back,” Martin explained while hopping up on a stool.

“Hmm, well I will handle the sales. Your usual room is ready,” Lucy explained.

“Is he here!” A young cat rushed into the Starlight Claw Inn. Martin remembered her. She had been too young the last time he had visited, but she should have just turned of age with this visit. Stormy Silver, had grown up into a fine young pussy.

Her light silver coat had a wonderful sheet to it. Her smaller stature than the other cats. While Martin was a large mouse standing at four and a half feet tall, he was shorter than the six and seven feet cats. Stormy Silver was only five and a half feet, more petite than other cats and not just due to her young age.

The last time Martin had been here, she had wanted to be with him, but she was too young. The pussies here had strict rules. Often too strict in Martin’s opinions, but he would not jeopardize his visits to Molly for any reason.

“Stormy,” Martin greeted her. The silver furred cat happily sauntered over to him, her tail flicking back and forth teasingly. "You look like you could use a little company," she purred, her voice smooth as silk. Martin's heart raced as he nodded eagerly.

“Go have fun, more will be on by,” Lacy said. Martin nodded as Stormy led him by the paw up the stairs to his usual room. It had been cleaned and fixed from his last escapades. But even then some things still remained hinting at baser passions.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of spice and musk. The young pussy wasted no time in pressing herself against Martin, her paws on his chest as she licked and nibbled at his whiskers. Martin felt his body responding to her touch, his heart racing faster as she pressed closer.

Martin felt a thrill of fear mixed with desire, but he couldn't resist her. She was a creature of raw sensuality, and he was entranced by her. As she pushed him down onto the bed, Martin felt as though he had stepped into a dream, one where he was free to explore all of his secret desires.

She bent in and pressed her snout against his, gripping him tightly in her paws. Their tongues intertwined. Stormy broke the kiss. “I have been waiting for this,” Stormy said. Martin just leaned forward, but she pushed him back on the bed. The pussies were in charge around here, even in the between the sheets.

Stormy pulled off her off her top. Her perky breasts bounced free. Her nipples poking up from beneath her fur. She thrust one into Martin’s face. He began to lick it and then moved onto the other. “Yes, that’s it. Hmmm!” Stormy said.

Martin resisted the urge to raise his paws up and pet her. She wanted to be in control for now and Martin would let her have her way.

Panting slightly, Stormy pushed Martin’s head back down on the bed. She then flexed a paw. Her deadly and sharp claws coming out. She then slowly dragged them down Martin’s firm chest. The feeling of danger was strong, but he endured. He knew the pussies liked to play.

With one fluid motion she ripped open the front of his shirt. The few buttons that had been holding it together scattered about the room. Bouncing off the polished wooden floors. Stormy slammed her mouth over Martin’s once again. Their hips grinding together, straining what little clothing remained between them.

Their fur pressed up against each other. And the smell of their musk began to override the other lingering scents in the room. Finally, Stormy broke off and Martin took in air. She wickedly grinned and lowered her paw to his pants.

She placed her paw over the large bulge straining the fabric to its limits. She licked her canines and she squeezed slightly. Her claws went through the fabric and lightly into the spongy yet hard flesh.

“Please,” Martin begged.

“Please what?” Stormy said.

“Please, Stormy,” Martin groaned out. She let out and got up from the bed. She pulled down her shorts, standing at the foot of the bed completely naked. She then leapt forward and pull Martin’s pants apart, freeing him.

She didn’t hesitate to straddle him. Martin’s whiskers dug into her fur as his snout dug into her. “Ohh,” she let out a moan. Martin’s tongue moved with practiced familiarity and Stormy began to go weak as her back arched. Only the strongest of pussies could resist his expert ministrations.

Grabbing her firmly he flipped both of them around, so he was on top. Stormy didn’t resist. Her claws dug into the nearby sheets, as moan, after moan escaped her. Just as things were building up, Martin paused and separated from her.

“Don’t stop, I am so close,” she begged.

“I know,” Martin replied. He straddled her. Even with his expert work, she was incredibly tight. Her folds clamped down on him as he pushed forward. He encountered resistance and his eyes went wide.

“Keep going,” she said, and Martin pressed forward. Breaking one of the greatest taboos out there. That thought only slowed him from premature release as Stormy wrapped her legs around him, pressing him as deeply as possible into her.

With all his strength, Martin rose back up and thrust down once more. “NYYAAA!” Martin knew that sound meant she was lost in the throes of her passion. He thrust down again. But he couldn’t rise up for a fourth time as Stormy gripped his back with her paws. Her claws digging slightly into him.

While some blood was drawn, that only heightened what Martin was feeling. He couldn’t resist anymore, and released into her. “Ahhh!” he let out a shout, nowhere as intense as Stormy’s. But pussy’s were creatures of passion. To not shout would have been an insult to their culture and heritage. The powder did its work, and he didn’t go limp, only deflated slightly. He would have energy the rest of the day and into the night, if he didn’t die from being ripped apart.

The door to their room opened and Martin glanced over his shoulder. It was the twins Clarissa and Carlie Canine. They were always up for some group fun. They probably had waited for Stormy’s first time to finish before entering. They shed their clothes near instantly and bounded over without a word.

Martin grinned. This was why he loved the town of Molly. The pussies were insatiable. He broke free from Stormy who was panting on the bed. Carlie dove into her, lapping up what escaped her tender and tight folds. Clarissa expertly took his engorged and soaking member into her mouth. Carefully wrapping her tongue around it while making sure not to touch it with her teeth.

Pounding the back of her throat, Martin was quickly at full strength once again. Her paws began to massage his balls. Clarissa was experienced enough to keep her claws retracted even in the midst of her passion. Clarissa pulled away and forced Martin down on the bed.

Climbing on top of him, she began to slam herself down over and over. “Ahhh!” Both of them letting out shouts each and every bounce. As the throes of passion engulfed Martin, a few more cats entered the room. At that moment he had no regrets coming to Molly.