Avery the Mouse Slave
A/N: This was commissioned off fur bid. I do not own the plot idea or the characters, but I did write this story! So no stealing!
"I can't wait to get off this boat." A human leaned on the wooden railing of a large ship as he watched the sea port come into view. He looked a bit sea sick, but he was doing better then some of the other 'land lovers.' The man was still young, only in his early twenties. He had black hair that had a soft shine to it and came down a few inches past his shoulders. The human had a well toned body, and if the sword slung over his back wasn't enough, it was easy to tell he was a fighter. He wore light armor, just to show off what he was but not to intimidate anyone. His good stuff was packed away in his bag.
The mercenary was growing impatient. It's been a long trip. It was his first time out of his homeland, so he didn't really know what to expect. He knew one thing would be different: the inhabitants. Where he was from, everyone was human. Sure there were a few elves, maybe some orcs, but that was it. He was going to the city of Shadowall. (The city got its name from the protective walls around it, causing a large shadow.) The city was on the outskirts of the 'furry' lands. He had only seen a few before and really didn't know what their culture was like. He was hoping, since it was a big trading town, that the populace would be more varied.
When the city was completely visible the mercenary examined what he could see. The area around the seaport looked fairly old; buildings were made from stone and there were cobblestone walk ways. The port looked almost completely full and he could see people running to and fro holding boxes of whatever they were trying to sell. Further back, beyond the old section he could see the newer brick buildings, and even some wooden ones. There was smoke rising up from some of the larger buildings; those must have been some sort of factories. The human noticed in the middle was a large castle. He found that rather strange. In his lands the castles always overlooked the cities, not sat in the center.
Once the ship docked, the human was off of it in a heartbeat. He took out his map and quickly found where he needed to go, the mercenary hiring center. He didn't even bother to look around; he just wanted to get this done and find a place to stay for the night. When he walked in, the first thing he noticed was the recruiter was a rabbit. 'Interesting,' he thought. Luckily the fur was friendly, probably because he had all of his papers in order.
The rabbit looked over the papers and nodded. "Ok, Mr. Avery. Seems like you have everything." He looked up and smiled. "We'll make you a low-rank officer, but you should be able to work your way up quickly. If you're any good." He leaned down and started to file away the papers. "There is an inn down the street; it's nice and good on the price. Stay there and we'll contact you when your first assignment is ready."
Avery sighed; he figured they'd give him a low rank. Back home, he was well respected. Now he had to start all over again. "Ok, thanks." The human turned around and suddenly noticed how many people walked in after him. The guild was packed. Most of them looked familiar; they must have come of his boat. He chuckled to himself, they all looked like weaklings. He pushed through the crowd and made his way outside. As he walked down the streets he hoped that he would get an assignment soon. He heard that there was lots of tension heating up between two rulers in this land. Many thought it would turn out into a full on war. That's why he was here. Home was too peaceful.
The human decided to take his time getting to the inn. This new city was interesting to him. It was a strange mix of races. He noticed elves, orcs, humans, but mostly furs. There were cats, dogs, rats, birds, even some humanoid dragons. It interested the traveler that there were so many different breeds. Everyone in the city seemed friendly, which was a huge difference from his homeland. No one seemed in a rush to get from A to B. Everyone, even the humans, were just walking around, looking at venders and enjoying the beautiful sunny weather. "I could get used to this," Avery smiled to himself.
Eventually, the human arrived at the inn. The staff was welcoming and helped him get settled into his room. It seemed that he wasn't the only mercenary staying there, he noticed quite a few other built men lounging around in the dining area. However none of them were human. The room he was brought to was nice and cozy. Hardwood floors, a full size soft, fluffy bed, light blue curtains, and nice wooden furniture. "Not bad at all," Avery nodded to himself once he settled in. He arranged him stuff in some kind of logical order, then collapsed on the bed. Man, traveling could take a lot out of a person.
The next morning, Avery fully intended on waking up early to explore the rest of the city. Unfortunately he overslept, waking up close to midday. He wouldn't have even woken up if he didn't hear something moving around in his room. Avery's eyes shot open and he quickly sat up. He heard a frightened mewing sound, causing him to look toward the origin. In front of him was what looked like a female feline maid. She looked almost like a tabby cat. The human quickly noticed her long legs and perfect curves though her tight maid outfit.
The maid noticed this and blushed deeply, but she didn't seem put off. In fact, she looked like she was completely used to men ogling her. "I'm sorry," she said in a soft voice. "You were sleeping, so I thought I'd just clean up quickly. I didn't mean to wake you up."
Her talking quickly knocked the human out of his daze. "Oh, it's ok." He couldn't stop staring at her.
One thing quickly led to another between the human and the cat. Avery kept staring, and the maid kept giving him something to stare at. It ended up with the mercenary's pants on the floor and the cat in-between his legs sucking greedily at his cock. The feline was, at first, shocked at the human's size. But she got over that quickly, she seemed excited for a chance touch the large member. Avery didn't mind her excitement one bit, loving the feel of her mouth on him. It was different from a human, but a good different. 'I could get used to this,' he thought.
At first, the mercenary didn't think his member would fit into the feline's muzzle. She had to hold it with both paws as she lowered her eagerly awaiting mouth onto it. The human watched her struggle to fit it in; she gagged a few times during the process. Due to his size, she could only fit half of him in her mouth comfortably. But she made up for that by sucking and jacking him off with both paws. Avery kept his eyes on the maid as she worked him, finding it fascinating that with each thrust of her head she struggled with the girth, but the feline kept at it anyway. He grinned and put his hand on the back of her head, slowly helping her along.
Blow jobs almost always lead to sex, and this time was no different. The human managed to get himself and the cat naked, and now both were lying on the bed. The maid was under him, her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer. She was nibbling on his ear lobe and speaking to him in a seductive tone. "Your muscles are so big," she purred. The feline rubbed her paws down her arm as if to exaggerate what she said. "You're so strong; I never met anyone like you." The maid licked her lips. "I need you inside me, please!" She begged. Who was Avery to not oblige to such a request?
Even thought he cat was no virgin, the human still had to move slowly. It was a tight fit. His partner seemed to love it though. Each inch caused her to purr and mew, and her grip on him to get tighter. The mercenary grinned watching this; he loved seeing a female beneath him like this. And he seen it many, many times. Once he was completely inside her, Avery began moving with skill. Even though she was a fur, he figured sex would be similar to how it went with his own race. His assumption was correct, in fact, the cat seemed even more sensitive. Each thrust caused the fur squeal in delight; no one had ever fucked her like this before.
For fun, Avery decided to hold her down to the bed instead of letting her cling on to him. It took virtually none of the mercenary's strength. At first the cat tried to struggle, but she was no match for her skilled partner. It didn't take long for her to reach orgasm. When she came she moaned loudly and arched her entire body up. The feline shook from the sheer amounts of pleasure that over took her body. The furs orgasm was so strong it was enough to take Avery over the edge. He didn't care and shot his load deep inside his partner.
After the first encounter, the two decided to make this a daily ritual. This gave the human a chance to experiment with different positions, and the cat loved them all. She always loved to touch his arms and squeeze his muscles, and Avery found that somewhat cute.
Five days after his coming a letter from the hiring office finally arrived for the mercenary. All the paper had on it was an address to a manse that was part of the palace. The human got dressed in his best armor and went downstairs to the front desk. He asked the innkeeper about who lived here, and he just laughed. "One of the hardest ruling families in the palace!" He snickered, "Good luck." The human cocked an eyebrow at this, what was with that reaction?
The place was easy enough to find. It was a mansion right next to the palace. When he arrived at his destination there was a canine guard waiting for him. He would have looked somewhat intimidating to a normal passer-byre, but the human wasn't fazed. The canine wore top notch armor with gold plating, with knee high metal plated boots. He had two swords on his belt that looked newly sharpened.
"Mr. Avery?" The human nodded and the guard smiled. "Follow me sir." The dog led him though the richly decorated hallways. It looked like the walls were hand painted with intricate designs. There were expensive pictures lining the walls, and various trinkets made of gold and rare gems. Avery could tell this family had power, a lot of it. But he dealt with the super rich and powerful, he wasn't worried. They finally arrived to the sitting room, where the human found a mouse sitting there with her legs crossed waiting patiently.
The guard bowed, and Avery took the lead, bowing also. "Ms. Esmerelle, this is the man you requested." The mouse nodded and then waved her hand, dismissing the canine. When they left, the human stood back up and looked at the fur. He was a bit frustrated that he didn't get his morning romp with his maid, so the first thing he noticed was that this Esmerelle was very attractive, much more attractive then the cat. Her fur was a blinding shade of white and her eyes a jade green. The whiteness of her body made her eyes stand out. Her face was very delicate looking, almost like a doll. She had perfect golden hair that was pinned up on top of her head in a messy bun like fashion. The mouse stood up to great him, and that's when he noticed she was taller then he thought. She had the perfect legs, and from what he could tell though her dress, curves in all the right places.
Esmerelle pretended that the human wasn't staring at her as she moved toward him. "Greetings Avery," she didn't bother putting a title in front of his name, "I hope you found your way here alright." Her voice came out in a slow, sensual voice.
"Yes, thank you." He gave her a small bow. "So what will my assignment be?" He was eager to start fighting. He shook his head, trying to get the thoughts of the mouse out of it and focus on whatever he would be doing.
The fur gave him a wicked grin. "Well, since you're in such a rush..." She walked around him, as if she was examining every inch of her body. A finger went to her lip in a seductive-like fashion which confused the human. What was she doing? "There war is over; you're too late for that." The human looked confused which caused her grin to widen. "We won, of course. But that's not important." She flicked her tail from side to side. "To put it simply, I'm making you my slave." She continued to ignore the human's reactions as she took a step towards him, forcing her chest out in a teasing manor. "It gets boring here, and I just love it when you take away such a proud man's freedom," she laughed, "That should be enough to amuse me for a wile."
"This is bullshit!" Avery no longer felt the need to show this crazy fur any respect after what he just said. "I'm not here to be some spoiled brats slave." He turned on his heals to leave. He couldn't believe he left his homeland for this. He heard a snap behind him as he started walking, and suddenly there were six canine guards on him. "What?" He had a feeling he should have brought his sword.
Luckily, the mercenary had been in this kind of situation many times before. His armor protected him pretty well from any punches he received. The guards must have been new; the mercenary noticed their style was sloppy. Their hold on the sword was all wrong, and they looked like they were having trouble moving with their heavy armor.
One of them charged at him, Avery stepped to the side and grabbed his arm, flinging him up in the air and smashing him into another attacking dog. The two guards toppled over, the one he threw was passed out and the other was struggling to get out from underneath the fur. Avery then turned just in time for another guard to charge. Didn't they know that running blindly at their enemy was a rather dumb idea? Especially if one didn't know about who they were fighting. Avery ducked under the dogs sloppy sword swing and punched him in the gut. His fist managed to dent the armor. The fur leaned foreword in pain giving the human a chance to smash him in the back of his neck with his upper arm. The canine fell over, unconscious.
The guard that was trapped was finally back on his feet. He thought he could take the human while he was busy attacking his fellow colleague. He got close while Avery hit the one canine in the back of the neck, then he lunged for the man's legs. It did surprise the human, but only for a split second. The mercenary fell on his back, but with the dog still gripping his legs. He rolled backwards and kicked the guard up into the air, sending him crashing into a wall.
That was easy. All his attackers were disposed of. Who did this mouse think she was? For someone that was said to be so powerful she certainly had pretty weak guards. He started to leave again when he heard the shuffling of feet. More guards entered the room from all sides. Unlike the last ones he fought, these were all wearing gold armor and covered from head to toe. They had helmets on, so he couldn't see their species, and most of them had crossbows. Avery gulped, he had no weapon. And even though his armor was strong, it would not stand against a dozen swords and arrows. He had dodged shots before, but not in such a closed confinement. There was no way he could make it to the exit alive. Defeated, he put up his hands and bowed his head low.
The guards grabbed his hands and held them behind his back, then forcefully lead him back into the maze of hallways. Esmerelle's laughter seemed to follow them. It didn't take long for the guards to bring him into a very fancy bedroom. They held him at sword point as one of the guards stripped him of his armor and clothes then backed the human up to a wall where there were cuffs. He tied his hands and feet down and then left when the mouse entered the room.
"Seems you couldn't beat my guards, what a shame. Scared of a few pointy things and a few stray arrows?" She closed and locked her door and greedily looked over her prize. "Looks like you'll be my slave after all; you actually made me worry for a moment." She paused then giggled, "Not." The human snarled at her, but the mouse ignored it. "No one ever denies me what I want." She moved up to him and pressed her body into his. Avery could clearly feel her breasts rubbing against his skin. He quickly looked away from her. "Oh, don't look away." She grabbed his head and forced the human to look directly into her eyes. "It seems like once you're bound you shut up, eh human?" She gave him a taunting kiss on the lips to which he did not respond.
"Let me go!" Avery finally growled. He tried to force his hands out of their bounds but they were to strong. "I did nothing to deserve to be a slave! I came here to help your family win the battle!"
"Oh!" Esmerelle laughed at this. She rubbed her hands down his body, as if she was inspecting him. "Well, you are still helping my family, aren't you? You're going to be my slave, which is helping me." She flashed him an evil grin as she ran her hand over the humans cock. Though he was angry, the touch still turned him on. The member quickly responded and started to grow. "Well, it seems like you don't mind to much, now do you?" She laughed at the human's frustrated face. "Well, I need to know how well my new slave works." Before she unchained him, the mouse put a leather color around the human's neck, and then attached a leash to it. "So I know you won't go anywhere. And if you do, you'll be killed before you leave the room."
The mouse un-cuffed him and dragged him over to her large bed. Avery hated having the collar on him; it made him feel like an animal. It was ironic. The human knew he could take the mouse, but decided to bide his time. Maybe if he just did what she wanted he could find a way out of this hell hole.
"Ok, let's see how good your tongue is." The fur gripped the leash and pulled up her dress slightly, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties. The human refused to look at her face as he moved into position between her thighs. He lapped at her sex slowly at first; doing his best to please her so maybe then she'd leave him alone. He licked from her clit all the way down and then back up again. The mouse seemed to enjoy this, so he went from doing it lightly to putting more and more pressure on her. He then buried his face in her, fucking her hole with his tongue.
Esmerelle was glad the human knew how to this. She moaned softly and arched her hips up as the human worked her with his tongue. The mouse wrapped her smooth furred legs around her slaves head and squeezed, forcing him to go deeper. Avery was actually shocked at how strong her legs felt. For looking so dainty, her legs were hard from muscle. Her doing this to him made the mercenary feel embarrassed. He had never been forced to do anything for anyone. Why was he even giving into her?
"I want to see how good you fuck," the mouse moaned after a wile. She pulled on the leash to force the human up to her. She then grabbed him and flipped him on to his back. "You don't get to be on top, slave." She grinned and positioned herself over his cock. "Just remember, you're nothing now. You're on the bottom, always." So that Avery couldn't move around, she put her paw in the middle of his chest. The human's eyes went wide when he felt that she was able to hold him in place like that.
Avery started to struggle slightly. The only time he had ever been on the bottom was when he had a female ride him, and even then he was still in control of the situation. The fact that the mouse could keep him still shocked him. An angry blush creped up his cheeks as she lowered herself down on to him. She made no comment about his penis, unlike every girl he ever slept with. She didn't even seem shocked. 'I don't understand this!' Avery thought to himself.
Esmerelle easily got the large member inside of her and started to ride him quickly. She moaned and thrust up and down, not letting her slave beneath her move. It was almost torture to him, he wanted to thrust back but he couldn't. The fur rode him which so much force that her large wooden bed rocked and squeaked with each movement. Avery had never seen anyone move this quickly before, especially on a cock as big as his. He had to admit, however, the mouse did feel good and it was causing his orgasm to rise up rather quickly. The fur kept moaning now, the sound slowly getting louder. Sweat glistened on her fur as she felt herself nearing climax.
The human hated the fact that he was starting to enjoy the fur fucking him. It was sex, it always felt good. But this was considered rape, was it not? Avery kept his head turned to the side so he wouldn't have to look at the white rodent on top of him. Even though no one could see, he was utterly humiliated at his current situation. He was about to come, and it wasn't by choice. He desperately wanted to push Esmerelle off of him, punch her in the face to knock her out and make a run for it. He usually would be able to, but something was very wrong. He figured it wasn't the mouse that was holding him down, but something special about the bed that was keeping him there. Maybe some kind of old arcane magic? The human's thoughts were interrupted as he felt himself almost get to the edge.
Avery let out a sharp breath as his cock suddenly spasm. He let out a grunt as he came, shooting his load inside the mouse. Esmerelle came a minute after him. She stood still for a moment then lifted herself off and got off the bed, leaving the human there. "You're faster then the last one. He lasted twice as long!" She hissed tauntingly. Next time, you need to hold it until I come first." She didn't sound angry, but it was clear that what she said was an order. "You can not come until I have been completely pleasured first. And you're damn lucky you can't get me pregnant." She glared at the human. "I'm going to get cleaned up. You stay here; I will have my men come in to clean you up and start training you." She grinned and then left the room.
The human sighed and stared at the ceiling. He didn't understand how this was happening; it was like something out of a nightmare. Avery did nothing wrong, so there was no reason for him to be a slave. He wasn't a prisoner of war, he didn't betray anyone. He sighed and sat up. It's been a few minutes since the mouse left, and no one had come in yet. Maybe... The mercenary grinned to himself, he could escape! He found a cloth on the ground and tied it around his waist. Avery slowly opened up the door, there was no guard. "Perfect," he whispered. He left the room and closed the door softly behind him. "Ok, now to get out." He couldn't remember which way he came from, so he just started running down the hallway.
The human found it odd that there were no guards to be found. It worried him slightly, but also made him feel relived. He had no protection if he got into a fight. After going down the winding hallways, the human found a large door. "Maybe this is an exit." He put his head to it and heard nothing from behind it. Figuring it was safe; he opened the door and went inside. Avery found himself in a huge Greek style bath. It looked like a perfect place to hide, aside from the fact Esmerelle was just finishing up drying her fur. The human started to back toward the door, since she didn't see him, when a sudden idea formed in his head. She had no idea he was there! What if he just took her hostage and used that to escape. It would be perfect.
Avery silently moved toward the unsuspecting mouse. As he gets closer, the human notices the fur's body looks very well muscled for her size. He could see the bulges in her arms, and the hardness of her legs. The human had seen female mercenaries before, but none were as toned and muscled as this. His eyes traveled down the furs body. Her back was extremely well defined and her ass even had a strange toughness to it. This actually impressed him, but he still didn't really think that much of it as he neared his victim. Nothing had ever crossed his mind that he wouldn't be able to take her.
Just as Avery was in reaching distance, the mouse turned around and sent a punch right to his stomach. The slave's eyes went wide as he fell to the ground, gripping where she hit him. How could she punch that hard? Not even the strongest men he had fought could punch that hard. He looked up at her a bit nervously, seeing her naked body from the front for the first time. She had a very well defined six pack, more so then his own. Every muscle on her body was so well defined that she looked like a sculpture. For a second, Avery thought of her as one of the ancient statues of the gods. She was like a female Adonis.
"Think you could capture me that easy, did you slave?" She stood over him, not caring that he could see her naked body. She had no facial expression as she glared at him, she didn't even look surprised that the human escaped. Avery tried to get away, but she stomped her foot on his chest, knocking the wind out of him. "Stupid human, thought you could get away?" She laughed and backed up, giving her toy a chance to get up. He took the chance, and barely managed to scramble to his feet. The mouse laughed and sent another punch at him, her arm flexing in the perfect way, almost like they show in textbooks. The mercenary put up his arm to block, barely managing to stop the blow from hitting his chest.
The human did his best to try and overtake the female. He sent punches at her, the strongest he could muster, but she managed to block each one. One aimed at her face, pushed aside, the one aimed for her stomach, blocked and countered. The blow hurt, but Avery kept trying. He had to overtake her! He had to get his freedom. His problem however, was that he was thinking about getting free more then fighting. His lack of strength and his hesitation gave Esmarelle more then enough time to overtake him. She grabbed his hands, and tried to push him down to the ground.
Avery's mind could not comprehend what was going on. How such a small fur could be doing this to him. She locked hands with him, the human trying to bring the fur down to her knees so he could get the advantage. Instead, she easily started forcing him down without breaking a sweat. The human's body trembled as he used all his might to fight her off, but she brought him to his knees.
As Esmerelle was locking hands with her slave, she grinned, "You know what I like most about 'strong' slaves?" She said the word strong in a mocking tone. "They are so much fun to break." When the human reached the floor, she laughed and brought her knee up, hitting him in the chin. Then she punched downwards and hit him in the shoulder. Avery cried out in pain as he felt something snap. He felt a warm liquid start to flow down his arm; he moved his hand to his shoulder and felt blood. Not only that, but bone was sticking out of the wound. The mouse pushed him against the wall and proceeded to punch his face and chest, not giving the human any room to defend himself. (It wasn't like he could anyway.) "You need to learn your place, slave."
The human's body had given up trying to defend itself. He just could not keep up with the speed and power of her blows. Avery felt ashamed of himself, how could such a strong mercenary fall prey to a spoiled princess? Something like this happening was completely unheard of. In fact it was always the exact opposite happening. Feeling his blood flowing from the wounds inflicted on him made the human feel even worse. He was completely and utterly broken, by a female mouse.
The fur laughed evilly when she realized the human had given up. She grabbed him by his shoulders suddenly and threw him to the ground. Then she moved over him and stared down at his confused and embarrassed face. "You... you bitch..." He mumbled weakly. How could he be getting defeated by her? He hated himself for it. Avery struggled and tried to get off the ground. He backed up away from her and managed to get to his feet, he didn't know how with the pain consuming his body.
"Still got some fight in you?" The fur looked like she was having the time of her life. She still looked exactly as she did when the human walked in on her; calm and relaxed. She ran at him and punched him in the stomach again, but even harder. He fell to the ground once more, and curled up into the fetal position. "Aw, poor baby!" She kicked his head lightly, but light to the mouse was hard for the human. Now that the human wasn't getting up it seemed like the mouse was being even harder on him. She picked him up and threw up. Punched every inch of his body. With each impact, Avery felt another wound open, or another bone break. The only thing he could see was the white flexing of muscles each time his master went to make another hit.
Avery didn't even try to get up now. He knew he couldn't fight back, and if he kept going Esmerelle would end up killing him. The human shut his eyes shut and sighed. He some how knew this was it. He would never leave this horrid place; he would never go home and see his friends and family again. He was stuck here as nothing more then a pitiful slave, bowing to the mouse's every whim.