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Part 1 : Takes place after Martin the Warrior and before Mossflower.

It has been several days since Martin the warrior mouse said his last good byes to his friends in the Northlands, who had helped him defeat Badrang at Marshank. He had set up camp in a clearing in the woods. While he was preparing supper, he thought he heard something in the bushes. Somebeast was watching him.

Martin grabbed his sword and looked around. "Whoever is there, come out," he said.

Three weasels with daggers lept out of the bushes, thinking they surprised the warrior mouse. Immediately, Martin whizzed his sword around, decapitating all three weasels with one strike. The heads of the weasels rolled down a decline, creating trails of blood in the forest until they were stopped by trees and bushes. The bodies were spurting out blood where the heads were.

Martin turned his head away from the gory site so that he can enjoy his supper without losing it. "Nobody messes with Martin the Warrior," he told himself. "Nobody."

Martin slept well in his tent despite the incident. When he woke in the morning, he found only traces of the weasel bodies. They were likely scavenged by hungry vultures. He packed up and continued his journey south. After a few hours of travelling, he heard what sounded like cries for help. A warrior like himself could not ignore that.

Martin raised his sword and ran towards the source of the distress call. A fox and a stoat were trying to tear the clothing off of a female hare who was tied to a tree.

"You two better leave her alone!" said Martin.

The fox pulled out his dagger and said, "Or what, mouse?"

"This!" Martin charged at the fox, stabbing him in the stomach, and out through his back. He gasped and fell slain. The stoat tried to intervene, but he too was struck by Martin's sword directly in the heart. He fell and died immediately.

"My hero!" said the hare maid. Martin cut the ropes with his sword, freeing the hare. "Oh, thank you!" she said. "Wot is your name?"

"I'm Martin the Warrior, son of Luke the Warrior," he replied. "And you?"

"Mayglow Thistletache," she answered. "But you can call me May." She paused and said, "I think those vermin were going to rape me."

"Unfortunately, rape tends to be on the to-do list of roving vermin," said Martin. "I knew a molemaid named Jorla who was raped by a ferret. Later, she committed suicide by burrowing under a pile of heavy rocks and letting them fall on her."

"That poor mole," said May. "Moles are normally cheerful creatures; I can't imagine one committing suicide!"

"Yes, that was terrible," said Martin. He turned to his sack. "How about some lunch? I have some raspberry scones."

"I could always use something to eat," said May. "After all, we hares are big fans of food, wot!"

After they ate, Martin lay down. May petted his head gently. "Martin, since you are my hero, there is something you deserve from me," said May.

"Like what?" asked Martin.

"I was thinking sex," said May. "Have you ever had intercourse with a hare before?"

"Not that I remember," said Martin. "But I have been with a squirrel and a badger."

"Well you are going to experience your first hare," said May. "If you want to of course, wot!"

"I think I can use the release," said Martin.

May lay down on all fours in the typical hare lordosis position. She was much larger than him, but this was no problem for the mouse warrior. He unbuckled his trowsers and inserted his erect mousehood into May's welcoming vagina. He thrust slowly, then sped up. When he climaxed, he shoved his shlong as deep as it can get into her. Slowly, Martin pulled out.

"That was the best," said May, getting back up on her hindlegs, mouse spooge dripping down her thigh. "You know how to mate like a hare, wot!"

"I guess I do!" said Martin.

"Well, nice meeting you, my little warrior," said May. "I have to get going. My husband is likely worried about me."

"Husband?" asked Martin. "I made you unfaithful."

"That's okay," said May. "He won't find out."

"It's our secret," said Martin. The mouse and the hare parted ways. Martin continued south, into Mossflower Woods.

Part 2: Takes place sometime in the middle of Mossflower.

Tsarmina and her horde were finished eating their dinner at the banquet table in Kotir. "Ashleg, Brogg, and Bane," she said. "I need to see you three to follow me to my chambers."

"Yes, milady," they said in unison. The four of them left the banquet hall and climbed up the stairs to Tsarmina's chambers.

"Are we in trouble, milady?" asked Brogg the weasel.

"Oh, not at all," said Tsarmina. "You see, I'm in heat and I need to be pleased."

"Which one of us should do the honors of pleasing you, milady?" asked Ashleg, the crippled pine marten.

Tsarmina approached Ashleg, gently tickling him under the chin. "All three of you," she said seductively.

"I'm new here," said Bane the fox. "Does being pleased by three males always happen when you're in heat?"

"Just be silent and wait," said Tsarmina. "You're last." Bane let out a disappointed whine.

Then Tsarmina took off her cloak, and got on all fours, raising her tail. "Ashleg, you're first," she said. Ashleg hobbled over to Tsarmina, and took off his cloak. Despite being crippled, he was able to enter her. He grasped her waist and thrust with all the might a crippled pine marten can manage. It took several minutes, but he finally released his load of spooge into his queen. "I knew you could do it," said Tsarmina.

"Brogg, your turn," said Tsarmina.

Brogg was the smallest of the three males, but he was able to get a good grip on Tsarmina's thighs. His erect weasel member plowed into the queen wildcat's twat with ease, Ashleg's spooge still there to provide extra lubrication. Tsarmina growled with pleasure until Brogg finished, gushing his weasel seed into his queen. "That was splendid," said Tsarmina as Brogg pulled out.

Bane the fox theorized the reason why he was the last one was because he was new. He then shoved his canine member into Tsarmina. She howled with pleasure as she felt the knot. Due to the large knot, they were tied. Locked into the coital position, they both got up, and their rumps were together. Tsarmina moaned as ripples of orgasm flowed throughout her feline body. After about 15 minutes of being locked together, Bane pulled out, dripping spooge of not only him but of Brogg and Ashleg all over the floor.

"I guess I know why I was last," said Bane, considering the fact he had the largest one, plus the knot. Tsarmina clearly wanted to save the best for last.

"Now that I'm satisfied, who's the sluttiest cat in all of Mossflower country?" asked Tsarmina.

"You are, milady," said Bane.

Then Tsarmina slapped him and said, "That wasn't a question you were supposed to answer, you addlebrain!"

"Sorry, milady," said Bane.

"You three are dismissed," said Tsarmina. She rested in her chambers, relieved of the sexual tension of being in heat.

Part 3: Takes place during the end of Mossflower.

Redwall's foundation was in the process of being built by the mice, squirrels, moles, otters, and other good creatures of Mossflower. In the meantime, Bella the badger was back at Brockhall with Martin the Warrior tending to his injuries sustained from fighting Tsarmina. Bella was the daughter of Boar the fighter, granddaughter of Lord Brocktree, and the mother of Sunflash the Mace.

"Martin, my warrior," said Bella. "I see you are recovering well from your injuries."

"As a warrior, I must still go on," Martin said. "There's still a lot of fight in me."

"Is there any stamina as well?" asked Bella.

"What do you mean?" asked Martin.

"I mean sexual stamina," said Bella. "Have you ever mated with a badger before?"

"As a matter of fact," said Martin, "I have."

"Ooh. What was her name?" asked Bella.

"Rowanoak," he replied. "I made love with her and a squirrel named Celandine after freeing slaves from Marshank. I also mated with a hare on the way to Mossflower."

"Wow, you do have a lot of stamina!" said Bella. "Let's see if you still have more."

Bella lead Martin into her bedroom. "This is the very room where my father Boar the fighter was conceived. Unfortunately, there has been rumors that my father was born of incest, but I don't think those rumors are true."

"I don't think the rumors are true either," said Martin, "when I met Boar at Salamandastron he didn't seem inbred to me."

"That's good," said Bella. "Now, let's get on to business." Bella slowly took off her dress, exposing huge breasts. Martin stared at them in awe, gradually taking off his warrior tunic. Then Bella laid down on her back on the bed. "Come, join me," she said. "Don't be shy."

Hopping onto a huge badger bed would be a challenge for most mice, but not for Martin the warrior. He lept onto the bed, joining the much larger Bella. Bella sat up, her massive legs splayed out. Martin approached her and reached for her breasts. "It's okay," she said. "You can touch them all you want."

He started rubbing her breasts, still in awe at their size. Each one had to be more than half his weight. Then Bella wrapped her arms around Martin and gently massaged his back. Martin was rubbing and kissing Bella's breasts. Eventually he got to the supple nipples, which he proceeded to lick. These were the same nipples that nurtured Bella's long lost son, Sunflash. Bella had mixed emotions of pleasure and sorrow, releasing maternal hormones and almost being reminded of her missing son.

Bella started backing towards Martin to get back in the laying position. "I'm ready when you are," she said.

The foreplay caused Martin to sport a massive erection. He inserted it into Bella's gaping vagina, thrusting many times while hugging her giant belly. Bella was moaning louder as she approached orgasm. A flood of female badger juices gushed all over Martin as he kept thrusting. Sperm, and lots of it, gushed from the mouse into the much larger badger. Mouse and badger were one. They both said "oh, yes!" in unison.

Martin pulled out, and lay his head down on Bella's left thigh. "That was amazing," said Martin, slightly exhausted.

"Your body size may be a fraction that of a badger's," said Bella, "but the size of your willy made me think I was making love to another badger! It's huge!"

"Thank you," said Martin.

"Would you like to stay and snuggle?" asked Bella.

"Sure," said Martin. Bella picked up Martin, and placed him under her arm, embracing him like a treasured plush toy. Martin and Bella both fell asleep together.