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The characters portrayed therein and original concept were created by Brian Jacques and are owned by the Redwall Abbey Company Ltd. (UK) A note to all Redwall Fans; PLEASE, DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!! I AM NOT ASSUMING ANYTHING!! But come Monday morning....- The Author

Timbalisto walked casually down the corridor leading from Cavern Hole to the dormitories basking in the late summer sunshine whilst humming a tune to himself. The mouse was in high spirits because it was such a beautiful day. He walked by an open door, he couldn't help but to give a quick peek inside. He double took when he caught the sight of his friend Martin sitting on his bed staring distantly out the window. "You all right there?" Martin just gave him a sullen look before returning it back out the window. "What's wrong, son of Luke?" Martin turned his blank expression at his friend's direction. "Huh? Oh... nothing," Martin mumbled. Timbalisto put his paws on his hips. "You know, when you say 'nothing' in that tone of voice you might as well be holding a big sign that reads; "TALK TO ME. I'M DOWN." Now come on, what's wrong?" Timbalisto had now taken off the small satchel he was carrying and hung it up on the bedpost. He sat on the bed next to his friend and put an arm around Martin. "Have you ever been in love, Timbal?" Timbalisto cocked his head at an angle, "Of course I have." "I'm so lonely...ever since..." "Ever since what?" Martin had taken an oath never to mention her ever again. He got off the bed and locked the door to his room. He took a deep breath, "Timbal, what I'm about to tell you is never to be heard by another living beast." Timbalisto looked curiously at his old friend. "What's this about?"

Martin had now sat back down on the bed next to his friend. "Did you ever wonder why I was away from home for such a long time?" "We all thought you and your Grandma drowned while hunting crabs and were carried off by the current. I was the most worried. What was I going to tell your father when he returned?" "I... was captured and then enslaved, their leader stole my father's sword. I was under the lash until I was 17 years old. The tyrant I was enslaved by thought I was a constant headache. One day, I helped out a fellow worker. The poor old squirrel was exhausted from constant labour. He couldn't take any more. So I beat up one of the slave drivers. Badrang, that's the tyrant, said enough was enough and I was sentenced to death. Tied up to a post outside the gates and wait until morning where the gulls would do the rest. There was a storm that night, it was so cold. I thought that was it, I was going to die out there. Then... I heard her voice. A mouse-maid searching for her brother; her name was Rose." "That's a pretty name," "The trail had brought her to the fortress I was supposed to be building. Morning comes and she helped me so much. So, long story, er, medium length. I managed to escape with help of her friend Grumm. Then I saw Rose for the first time; her perfect hazel eyes. her silky fur and she just beamed at me a beautiful smile. Oh, and her voice. Her wonderful singing voice! Just one note and I would melt like butter there on the spot."

"Good looking body?" Martin smiled lightly. "Yes, I admit it. There was that as well." Martin then cleared his throat before continuing. "Well, we went back to her home. A place called Noonvale. A truly great place I would enjoy to visit again. I went there to ask her father, the chieftain, to help raise an army to bring down Badrang. Then came the battle and she got caught in the fighting. She was wounded and later on she died. I had retrieved my father's sword, but at the most highest price imaginable. I still hear her voice in my dreams, which makes the feeling of loss and loneliness even greater." Timbalisto helped wipe a tear from his friends' eye. "We've known each other a long time. You never said anything about this to me before..." "I know Timbal, I couldn't tell any-beast. Noonvale is a peaceful place untouched by evil and so it must remain." Martin then turned his gaze back out the window. There was a pause before Timbalisto nudged his friend. "Martin, can I ask you a question?" Martin turned to face him and nodded. "It's... a bit of an odd question and if you don't want to answer it, I understand and everything. Look... you and Rose... did you two ever...?"

Martin looked curiously at Timbalisto. "Ever... what?" Timbalisto then stuck a thumbs up with one paw and made a circle with the other before thrusting the thumb in and out of the circle. Martin smiled and blushed has he grasped what Timbalisto was asking him. "Oh, being intimate. Well... just between you and me. We did." Timbalisto then reclined back on the bed and grinned. "Want to give all the gory details?" "Oh... all right. Since you are my best friend. It was back in Noonvale, I was in bed. Then in the middle of the night I was shaken awake. It was Rose. She said that she had a lot on her mind and she didn't want to sleep alone. Then she asked to sleep in the nude. She just took off her nightie and stood before my bed completely naked. I was so excited I thought I was gonna spunk all over the bedsheets!" Timbalisto laughed lightly. "You had a raging hard on, did you?" "I'll say," Martin exclaimed. "Then we kissed and cuddled, you know. Then she lets me lick her breasts, then she... suckles on my.... er...." "Cock?" Again Martin smiled, "Yes, my... cock. As you call it. Then she let me lick her fanny and... and bless her, she confessed her love for me then I declared my love for her then... we... we shagged. I spunked on her bosoms and she licked it off."

Timbalisto started to rub the gusset of his trousers, feeling his member pulsate into an erection. "Martin, Son of Luke! Shagging the chieftain's daughter, you sly dog!" Martin shook his head and let out a dreamy sigh. "I'd give anything to re-live that moment again. The two of us, naked as nature, rolling under the bed sheets. Me inside her, thrusting in and out..." Timbal now had his paw down the front of his trousers nursing his semi-erect member. Martin turned his head to see his best friend with a smile on his face with his eyes closed. "Enjoying yourself?" Timbalisto stopped suddenly and yanked his paw out of his trousers. "Sorry Martin. It's just... the narrative..." "Re-kindling old memories?" Timbalisto blushed lightly, the erection retracting as the blood rushed to his head. "You have actually." "You going to tell me about her?" "Her?" "I told you my story of hot, passionate lovemaking. Your turn now..." Timbalisto hesitated and twiddled his paws. "I... don't think you want to hear about it." "Why?" Asked Martin, tilting his head to one side. Timbalisto now had to take a big deep breathe. "Because... it may change your opinion of me and... you'll probably end up hating me." "Timbal, we're best friends. How long have we known each other?" "A long time," "Why would I start hating you over a story?" Timbal took another deep breathe. "What I am about to tell you I have not told another living soul. Again, just between us?" "Just between friends," "Seriously, I mean it. Just between us," said Timbalisto clutching Martin's paw. "No beast else, not even Gonff." "All right, I give you my oath as a warrior, I won't breath a word," Martin reassured. Timbalisto took another deep breathe. Still when he spoke his voice was filled with nervous tension. "I've never... with a maid. But... I... have with... another male." Martin's eyes went wide. "Seriously?" He exclaimed. Timbalisto nodded. "Want to give me all the gory details?" "Do you really want to know?" Martin nodded in reply. "I'm curious about it now."

"When I was a galley slave, it was a harsh life. But the one thing that made it bearable was my oars-mate. This grey squirrel named Beechpaw. He would always say the right thing to make me feel better when I'm feeling low. He was the closest thing I had to a friend in that cramped hold. One day, the corsairs went ashore and anchored the ship. Most of the slaves used this time to get some well deserved sleep, me included. The slave drivers would leave us alone. No need to keep an eye on us if we're not going anywhere. I got roused from my little nap by the soft jangling of the chain next me. I open one eye...and...I see Beechpaw. Trousers around his ankles, rubbing his... " "Cock?" Martin interrupted. Timbalisto nodded before continuing his narrative. "I watch him for a while, I feel my own cock getting hard. He's got his head leaned back, mouth open, eyes closed... a bit of spunk dribbling down the shaft. He then snaps his eyes open then looks at me. I was expecting him to be furious, but he looks at my crotch and he smiles. 'Like what you see?' He asks. I nod. Then... he...shifts closer to me and then... he...he... kisses me." Timbalisto's voice became hesitant and even more nervous. Martin was getting more than enthralled, he was getting aroused. He secretly touched his crotch and started to rub his member through his trousers. "It was a good kiss," Timbalisto continued. "It was a loving kiss. There was a longing passion there. It was so wrong yet it felt so good. He then touched me, rubbing my cock through my pantaloons before he pulled them down around my ankles. He then bent down and rubbed my tip with his nose. Then he licked and...suckled on it. Oh, it felt soooo nice. I remember him clamping his paw around my mouth so my whimpering wouldn't wake the others." Martin couldn't stand the tension in his crotch. He shoved his paw down his trousers and started to masturbate gently as Timbalisto continued. "Then I.... spunked in his mouth. I was completely embarrassed not to mention sweaty and panting. Beechpaw keeps on sucking until he takes a great big gulp. He takes my cock out of his mouth and says, 'Mmmm, what a lovely tea-party!'" Martin laughed, taking his paw out of his trousers. "So, er, what happened next?" Timbalisto turned his head, he could see the bulge in Martin's pants and an arousing thought crossed his mind. However, he said nothing and returned to his narrative, "Beechpaw then sits back on the bench, presenting himself to me, 'Now, suckle on mine,' he says. You wanna know what I did, Martin?" "What?" "I bent down over him and put that handsome, throbbing shaft in my mouth and suckled on it until Beechpaw spunked in my mouth! I swallowed it." Martin's eyes went wide again. He felt his erection screaming for the release of his paw. "And nobeast knew about it?" Timbalisto shook his head. "Well, one beast did. Once we were caught by our slave driver. Our hearts stopped. But, and you'll love this, the slave driver watches us for a while and gets his cock out and he says, "Oh, I got summat fer you two ter suck on!" Me and Beechpaw took turns sucking on it. I remember him saying 'Give it back to your mouse friend. He sucks it better!' Then he lets me and Beechpaw perform on each other while he has a wank as he watches us. Then the slave driver arches forwards as he cums in our open mouths. I'll tell you this Martin; stoat cum is yummy! Hehehehe!" Martin smiled and couldn't help but join in with his friend's chuckle. "You swallow?" "Of course!" Timbalisto replied before looking coy at his friend and whispered in his ear, "Did you like that story? You looked like you enjoyed it. I can tell because of the massive erection in your trousers!"

Martin smiled nervously, "Oh, er, yes. That story did give me a hard-on." Martin reclined back on the bed with Timbalisto smiling at him. "Hey Martin... get your cock out. C'mon friend, I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Martin turned his gaze up to the ceiling all kinds of thoughts passing through his mind. Should he? It would feel so strange. But Timbal was his friend and... Oh well! The door is locked after all. "All right," Martin replies as he unfastens his trousers and pulled them down around his ankles. Martin then lay back on the bed sporting his throbbing circumcised erect member. Pre-cum dripping from the tip onto his soft furry underbelly. Timbal smiled, "Mmm, Now I can see why Rose liked you so much. That's a nice weapon you've got there!" "Er, thank you," Martin smiled. Timbal now moved closer to Martin, his snout trying to connect with his. But Martin backed away. "What's wrong?" "You're trying to kiss me," said Martin. "Aren't you even the least bit curious?" Martin hesitated. "Well, I, er... of course I'm curious but I'm not sure -" Martin was cut short as his best friend locked snouts with him in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues rolling and dancing in their mouths. Martin was thinking of breaking off the kiss and ask Timbalisto to leave. However, Martin's frustrated libido made his instinct and even his own penis scream "Proceed!" Timbalisto placed a paw on Martin's erection and started to stroke gently up and down. When they broke the kiss, he gazed into Martin's eyes. "Was that so wrong?" "No, it didn't feel wrong," said Martin as he now locked snouts with Timbal, this time Martin didn't hold back. Timbal felt his friend's paws unbutton the gusset on his trousers and grope at his shaft. Timbal then pulled his trousers down around his ankles. Timbalisto's penis was a bit longer than Martin's and also a bit thinner. Martin went wide eyed again, his mouth going dry with sexual anticipation. "Wow! That's a big cock," Martin exclaimed.

Timbal giggled before giving Martin a coy smile. He bent over Martin with his mouth open and suckled on his friends' erection. Martin gasped loudly. His first blowjob in many seasons - many years! It was nothing like the oral sex he experienced with Rose; now a dim memory in his mind. This felt better, more sensual and more pleasurable. After a few minutes of giving his best friend a feeling of oral delight, Timbal presented himself to Martin. "Now," he said softly "suck on mine." Martin hesitated. He had never done anything like this before. Timbalisto could sense it. He lay down on the bed next to Martin and held him firmly. "It's all right," he whispered before kissing him on the nose. "I'll show you how," he added. Martin nodded before bending over Timbal with his mouth open, enveloping the warm, stiff shaft. "Don't suck, it's your first taste of cock. Just put in your mouth and leave it. Get used to the sensation. Now, pull it out... and lick around the tip. Ah! Oh yes, good Martin!" Timbal unfastened his tunic exposing his furry chest. "Now stick it back in your mouth... now, suck on it." Timbal sighed and gasped as Martin went to work. Sucking and licking at the erection, fluid secreting from the tip which tasted salty on the tip of Martin's tongue. Cupping Timbal's scrotum and fondling with his testicles, Martin sucked harder. "Ah! You...mmm, you like sucking on my cock, don't you?" Martin withdrew the erection from his mouth and smiled, "Oh, I guess I could get to like it! It's fun!" Timbal then put a paw onto Martin's face and stroked his whiskers tenderly and lovingly. "Do you want to get naked, son of Luke?" Martin returned a smile at his friend, "Are you gonna get naked?" Timabal chuckled, "Hehehe, of course."

The pair then got off the bed and quickly shed their garments. In very little time both Martin and Timbalisto were naked as the day they were born. They stood in front of the window, letting the warmth of the sun caress their fur and letting their paws wander around their slim yet muscular frames. Timbal held Martin close to him, their erections flexing and rubbing against each other. Timbal and Martin kissed again, Martin placed his paws on his friends' bottom and squeezed. When they broke off the kiss, Timbalisto's eyes met Martin's before he took the warrior by the paw and lead him back to the bed. As Martin was thrown onto the bed, Timbal lay on top of him. "You're so handsome," said Timbal as he nuzzled Martin before engaging in another deep, warming and passionate kiss. "Want to suck me again?" Martin asked when they broke the kiss. Timbal then had an erotic idea. The pair lay on their sides, heads in between one another's legs suckling their erections at the same time. "Oh yes Timbal. Uh, Ah, more! Make me spunk!" Martin seemed to demand out of sexual lust. Timbal stopped and gave his friend another coy smile. He looked at the small satchel hung up on the bedpost. Timbalisto rummaged through it until he brought out a small jar of oil, mainly used in the abbey kitchens for cooking. "Sunflower oil," Timbal smiled. "Do you feel like being... broken in?"

Martin gave his friend a curious look, "What?" "Well, I'm thinking of smearing my cock and your tail hole in this oil, then I'm going to penetrate you and pump my erection in and out of your bum!" Martin looked at Timbalisto in a manner that suggested sheer bewidlerment. Timbalisto explained, "This is how Beechpaw and myself made love. After you saved us, Beechpaw and I felt free, really free. At the first opportunity we had, we both locked ourselves into the nearest cabin, got naked and Beechpaw bent me over the cot, greased up his cock and my tail hole and penetrated me. A male's ultimate zone of pleasure is in the tail hole. I never experienced a climax like that, never." Martin remembered one occasion while having a bath. He felt curious once and stuck his claws up his own tail hole whilst having a wank. "Then the day after you recovered from your duel with Tsarmina, Beechpaw left." Timabalisto explained. "He said that Redwall would never accept him for the way he was. I never saw him again after that." Martin traced a paw down Timbals furry pectoral muscles, licking his nipples. "I'm here now, Timbal," he said. Timbal smiled and kissed him. "Can I tell you something Martin?" "Of course,"

"When I saw you all grown up and handsome, I started to have fantasies about you and me. I really, really fancy you. Even when me and Beechpaw had sex, I was thinking of you. I used to imagine you bent over in front of me as I pounded his tight warmth." Martin was speechless at first and little shocked. Then the feeling of shock turned into one of flattery. He took his best friend's paw and gazed into his eyes, "Are you in love with me?" "What?" "Are you? Just, yes or no. I won't judge you." Timbalisto then took what had to be the longest pause of the whole encounter. After what seemed like forever, he held Martin tight and almost rasped into ear, "Yes! Yes! I love you Martin, Son of Luke! I LOVE YOU!!" The pair then engaged in another passionate, warming kiss. "Does it hurt much?" Martin asked. "Hmm?" "Being shagged in the hole?" "First time is always the hardest. But, after a while, it feels so good." Martin was a bit apprehensous. It wasn't the whole homosexuality, it was the thought of the pain. But, he trusted Timbal. With that thought, Martin lay on his side, spread-eagled exposing his anus. "Oil it up and stick it up there!" Timbalisto smiled as he poured a small amount onto his claws and rubbed around Martin's tail hole. Martin winced in pleasure and Timbal stuck one claw into Martin's rectum. "Have to loosen you up a little," he whispered. Martin gasped as the one claw was followed by two, then three. Timbalisto had now covered his shaft in sunflower oil before lying on his side behind Martin. He nuzzled his friend's ears, "Now, try to relax."

With that, Martin gasped loudly as he felt Timbal's girth stretch his anus as the erection penetrated him. Martin's features were flushed almost immediately. Timbalisto held his penis in postion, savouring the warmth and tightness of Martin the Warrior, before starting to glide it in and out. In and out. In and out. The one thing that hit Martin most was the pain. In time it became unbearable. "Ah! Ah! Timbal, stop. Please! It hurts too much!" Timbal felt guilty. He quickly withdrew himself from Martin's tail hole. "I'm sorry Martin. I thought you were ready for something like that." "It hurts too much," Martin explained. Timbal had another brainwave. He rummaged around in the satchel again and brought out a package of sweet smelling wild herbs and flowers. "I had really bad toothache a few days ago. Columbine was good enough to prepare this salve for me. She said smear around the tooth and the pain would go away. Bless her little heart, she was right after a few minutes the pain was gone. True, I had to actually have my tooth taken out but..." Martin spread-eagled himself again as Timbalisto took the salve and smeared Martin's sore anus with it. It brought relief to the uncomfortable stinging sensation almost immediately. "Better?" "A little," Martin replied. Timbal looked at Martin's penis, now looking slightly limp, pre-cum dripping from the tip. "Here, let me get some life back into that shaft of yours!" Timbalisto suckled on Martin's cock. This time, the oral was better than before, even in the sixty-nine with Timbal putting a single testicle in his mouth and suckling on it. A wave of sexual delight hit the warrior mouse like he was falling from a great height and hitting the ground. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Martin groaned. "You ARE liking this!" Timbal exclaimed before returning his attention to Martin's shaft again. After a few minutes, Timbal removed Martin's cock from his mouth. "Is the pain gone?"

Martin nodded. "Shall we try again?" Martin spread himself again, a top-up of the sunflower oil and Martin was penetrated once more. This time it didn't feel as painful as before. In fact the pleasure began to mount. Martin felt the tip of Timbalisto's erect penis poke and prod his prostate and it felt amazing to him. Martin grasped his penis tightly and masturbated with enthusiasm. Timbal took an empty drinking beaker from the bedside table and placed it beside Martin's rock hard shaft. "When you...Ah! Need...need to cum, cum into that. Oh, Son of Luke! You're so nice and tight! Ah! Oh yes!" Martin's anus clenched as he continued to masturbate. "Ohhhhh Timbal! Harder, shag me harder! Go on!" Both Martin and Timbalisto were enjoying the anal sex. Timbal loved feeling his friends' anus clench against his hard shaft as he penetrated him. Martin loved feeling his friends' tip pound against his prostate. Then, Martin drew the beaker closer to his genitals and placed the tip inside. "Timbal now! I'm gonna cum.... Ahhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" The orgasm seemed to last forever. Timbal could sense his friend's pleasure as his penis was locked inside Martin's bowels as the anus gripped his shaft like iron. The beaker was a third full of mouse spunk. Martin lay on his side panting as Timbalisto seized the beaker and drank deeply at the warm white globules, swallowing with great relish. "You taste so good," said Timbalisto as he continued to thrust in and out of Martin's tail hole. In very little time, Timbalisto grunted and moaned loudly as he himself orgasmed into Martin's rectum. He kept his shaft inside for a while nuzzling his friend's ears.

He withdrew himself, "Martin, get on your paws and knees." Martin did so and Timbal parted the cheeks of Martin's tail end. White semen began to dribble out of Martin's now bright pink, swollen anus. "Push it out Son of Luke." Martin strained as he pushed out Timbal's spunk with pronounced squelching sounds. Timbalisto put his snout against Martin's tail hole as the rest of his ejaculate was pushed out. Timbal collected as much as he could in his mouth, trying not to swallow. He then turned Martin over on his back and brought their snouts together in a kiss, passing his semen from his mouth into Martin's, whom swallowed it himself. "Mmm, salty!" He exclaimed licking his lips. "That's called a snowball," Timbal explained before the pair laid next to each other, Completely naked, drenched in sweat and panting. They both nuzzled each other. "Care to do it again another day?" "Of course. It felt so dirty, but at the same time, so nice," Martin panted as he kissed Timbal on his moist brow. "Glad to see you enjoyed yourself." "It hurt... but that salve did help a lot. I should say an extra special thank you to Columbine," said Martin. "Better get cleaned up," he added. Timbal took his paw, "Would you mind, sharing a post shag bath with me?" Martin returned a coy smile. "For you Timbal, anything. One more thing though. Next time, my turn to shag your tail hole?" "Have I converted you, Son of Luke?" "Well, let's just say that after all this time with no sex at all... I'm willing to open my mind to new things."