Dear reader, this is a work of erotic adventure fiction, containing furry, anthropomorphic animals with human intelligence having sex with our human hero. If this isn't for you, please read my other stories.
Hopefully, you have read previous chapters otherwise this may be confusing...
All characters, furry or otherwise, are over eighteen.
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Tom's body clock woke him up nice and early, despite him wanting to stay cuddled up in bed with Roxy. He slipped out of bed, making sure he didn't wake the little human curled up under the duvet. He quietly collected his clothes and boots to sneak out the door and down the stairs.
Once downstairs, he dressed and pulled his coat on, not wanting to hang around, as Brenda will soon make breakfast at Kitty's pub. He could almost smell the bacon as he carefully opened the back door of the cottage, checking for any erroneous scents, warning him of any danger that he was sure would come his way soon.
Whilst the rain had stopped, the stormy wind was still trying to blow the door free from his hand. Slipping out into the garden, he closed the door as quietly as he could. At the bottom of the garden, he looked down the path that ran down the back of the row of cottages to the village.
The weeds along the path were now a little downtrodden, brushed to one side from the feline Lucy and canine Peter's comings and goings. Anyone astute enough would realise that it was now being used, whilst everyone else in the cottage row left by their front doors.
Looking back up the other way, the path petered out at the back of Lucy's mother Sarah's back garden gate. High gorse and overgrown bushes protected the other side of the path. Where the hedges met the rear garden wall, there was a gap, giving Tom an optional route.
Being early and with no one around, Tom jumped up onto the wall and walked along it to the end. He had an easy half jump, half step over the gap in the hedge, to land in the field beyond. The grass was soft but easy to walk in his boots, as he skirted back towards the village on the other side of the hedge.
The hedge would obscure him from anyone in the village, looking for him. He knew he could follow it up to the style that the overland path cuts through. He could follow the track along the left ridge of the valley, until another path, higher up the valley, would drop him into the village between high walls.
Anyone watching the village would only see him walking down from the inland end, thus keeping their cottage lair's location still a secret. As Tom patted his ego on the back, continuing his way along the hedgerow, he noticed a larger bush protruding out of the hedge, which flapped rather than waved in the wind.
As he realised the bush was really a camouflaged tent, he caught the smell of alcohol and weasel. Tom froze in his tracks. The path by the style would give anyone a clear view down the overland path to the village and Kitty's pub. Had they seen him walk Roxy up the cottage path last night?
Tom stepped sideways, leaning into the hedge, so as not to give anyone looking along the field a silhouette. As he slowly backtracked, the wind blew the strong alcohol scent his way and enough of the weasel odour for him to recognise them to be the two weasels they saw on the beach with Brock, the piratical badger and the feline bureaucrat Balthazar.
Hopefully, the weasels were too busy drinking during the heavy rain to be watching. Tom wondered if they were there to ensure Brock's investment in Roxy didn't leave, or were they watching him? When the wind blustered around, he caught their coarse voices talking. He hoped they were still inside the tent and continued his way to drop out of sight and hopefully remain upwind of them.
Once safely out of sight, he pondered on his predicament. He couldn't return to the village by the cottage path, or the coastal path, as they would see him. They only had to look out of the tent. Maybe it was like a hide with a window, keeping them out of the rain.
His thoughts turned to Lucy, Peter, and Roxy. Their safety became his priority. He had to warn them. Reaching the gap in the hedge, he had a higher leap to return to the wall and the short wall walk to the cottage. Sneaking back inside, he removed his coat and crept upstairs to Lucy and Peter's bedroom.
He felt guilty sneaking in on them, hoping not to catch them in the act again. Once was bad enough.
"Lucy, Peter?"
He whispered.
Peter's canine head peeked over the duvet.
"Tom, what on earth are you doing here?"
"I stayed the night with Roxy."
"Who?"
"Ah... Of course, you were asleep when I came last night. It's a long story."
A white paw pulled the duvet off Lucy's feline head, her eyes trying to adjust to the dim dawn light coming through the curtains into the room.
"You going to Kitty's? It's okay, we'll look after Roxy."
"Who's Roxy?"
Peter asked, but Tom ignored him to answer Lucy.
"No... Well, I tried, but the village is being watched."
Tom quickly explained to Lucy about the two weasels encamped near the style above the path.
Peter listened as Lucy and Tom relented and caught him up to date with whom Roxy was. After taking on board everything that had happened the previous night, Peter surprised Tom with the conclusion.
"If they're watching this side of the village, waiting for Roxy and your capture, then they could have someone else watching from the other side of the village?"
Peter went to peer through the curtains.
"No, Peter. If anyone is watching, any movement will attract their eyes. They don't know where we are, which is why they are watching."
Peter looked guilty, then an idea popped in his head and he disappeared downstairs.
Tom felt trapped... He needed to get back to Kitty's and not risk leading anyone to the cottage, or even try to get the other watchers out into the open.
Lucy was keen to help.
"What if I dodge through mum's cottage, to walk down the coastal path and warn Kitty you'll be late, then go up the other side of the village and see if anyone is watching? There will be fisherdogs around if needed."
"I'm not sure... There must be a safer way, if only we could phone."
"Haha... Silly me. House, call Kitty at Kitty's Pub."
They heard a beep sound that to Tom implied that the line was busy, then he heard Kitty answer.
"Hi, Lucy, where's Tom?"
