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Guard Duty

By Danath

Characters © RayO_ElGatubelo

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Bosko stood still, eyes ahead, one hand on his spear, the other holding his shield upright on the floor in front of him. His fingers, clad in thick leather gloves, grasped the lip of the shield a little more tightly when he heard voices echo down the stone corridor of the castle. He didn't turn his head, keeping his focus on the entry to the Duchess's private chambers. The door remained shut, only opening for ladies in waiting, the maid, or the Duchess herself.

"Ah, of course, Duchess. I have brought copies of the treaties for your perusal, of course. Your ambassador sent them along with me."

The male voice had an unfamiliar accent to it, though the words were spoken fluently.

"Thank you, Ambassador. Will you attend the dinner tonight? I'm sure everyone would love to question you about your travels."

Two figures came into Bosko's peripheral vision: the Duchess and a tall, dark, handsome man in a formal black overcoat and suit. They paused at the door, in front of Bosko.

"Yes, I'll be sure to attend, Duchess," the ambassador said. "I look forward to the pleasure of your company until then." He bowed and kissed the Duchess's gloved hand. As he stood, he glanced to the side, as though noticing Bosko for the first time.

The Duchess noticed his glance and lifted an eyebrow. The ambassador smiled.

"Forgive me, Duchess, but while your military is well known throughout the continent, this particular castle guard appears young for such duty," he said. His eyes flicked over Bosko, reading him, taking in the details of the young man's armor - the helmet plumed with a red feather, the reflective breastplate, the leather leggings and gloves, and, of course, the armaments, including the spear several feet taller than the soldier himself.

"Guard Bosko, is it?" the Duchess asked.

Bosko performed a full bow, leaning his shield outwards to do so. He did not speak until he rose to his relatively full height, then made eye contact and nodded his head. "Yes, Duchess."

"You're new here, aren't you?"

"Yes, Duchess."

The ambassador took a few steps to the side, examining Bosko. The young lad remained still, apparently unfazed, though secretly he was trying his best not to react in front of the Duchess.

"I am surprised he's able to carry all that, if I may say," the ambassador said. "Though if your military entrusts the safety of its royals with so young a lad, he must be very impressive indeed."

Bosko's eyes flicked to the side for a fraction of a moment. Something about the way the ambassador said that last bit sounded a bit... strange. He put his eyes forward and remained at attention, hardly moving a muscle.

"I would hope so, Ambassador Casaquir. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Of course, Duchess."

The ambassador bowed as the Duchess entered her chambers. When the door closed behind her, he stood and turned towards Bosko. The guard didn't move as the ambassador stepped in close, leaning forward until his face was just a few inches from him. Bosko tried to focus on the wall opposite the ambassador as though he could see right through the other man's forehead.

The ambassador smiled and sniffed twice.

"Interesting."

The ambassador leaned back and moved off, smiling as he did. He held up his hand, waving over his shoulder at Bosko.

"Maybe I'll see you later," he said, the words echoing down the hallway as he turned a corner, leaving Bosko alone with his thoughts.

* * *

A few hours later, Bosko was off guard duty and back in the barracks. He rubbed a piece of felt across the face of his shield with care, working the polish into each nook and cranny. The gray, red, and gold metal of the semi-ceremonial armor gleamed in the fading orange sunlight of late autumn. Winter would be along soon. The nights were already growing chilly. Bosko carefully set his shield onto its holder on the wall before giving his sword and spear the same attention. The last part of his kit: a longbow, usually strung across his back, and quiver of arrows. Bosko noticed many of his compatriots carrying crossbows, but he'd spent years on the longbow, giving him an edge when it came to using the weapon, which not only had a better range, but could be just as accurate.

Bosko looked young to have achieved the high rank of castle guard, but the blonde, pale-skinned young man had earned his commission the hard way, fighting in numerous battles along the Polish kingdom's oft-contested borders. He'd had to work twice as hard thanks to his boyish looks to get anywhere in the Polish military, but he'd done pretty well for himself, drawing the attention of several senior officers. Unfortunately, Bosko was injured, taking him out of the battle; those senior officers had put in for him to become a castle guard, since he wasn't qualified to lead his own unit yet. Bosko knew it wasn't experience, but his looks. No soldier wanted to be commanded by someone who appeared 18. What most people didn't know, however, was that a werelynx caused his injury. Which meant he, too, was a werelynx, and it was from that his troubles on nights of full moons came.

He only reported for guard duty during the day when there was to be a full moon, like tonight. He thought about where he'd go after he finished polishing and putting away his equipment. It would do no good to be found out and turning into a half-man, half-feline in the middle of the guards' barracks would likely increase suspicion that something was afoot. Or rather, in Bosko's case, apaw.

He'd only had to worry about this six times so far. Tonight was the seventh. The transformation wasn't as difficult anymore, but it was still painful. Bosko decided to use the small cave a small ways into the broadleaf forest to the west of the castle. He could make a fire, have dinner, and, once the moon rose, transform in peace. Sometimes he even got a little sleep, though in his werelynx form he rarely felt tired at night. Still, he did not want to be discovered. Sometimes he realized he had fur growing over his hands. One time he'd grown a tail without realizing it and narrowly avoided being found out. Overall, he hated what had happened to him. He'd lost his commission and he was likely going to look much the same as he did now for the rest of his life, if the things he'd managed to learn about werecreatures from the books in the castle library were true.

A few hours later, after sneaking out of the castle on an excuse he was going to town to meet a girl, Bosko found himself sitting cross-legged in the small cave - more of an overhang to a dry creek bed, really - dropping twigs and sticks of gradually increasing size onto the fire, until he'd built it up into a healthy blaze. His pack spread across the dry dirt, giving him a place to a sleep. Despite the firmness of the ground, it wasn't the worst place he'd had to sleep. On some nights, the guards' barracks were worse, depending on what had been served at dinner.

Bosko leaned back against his pack and stared through the wide opening towards the sky, enjoying the view of the pale stars emerging from the fading light. He could catch glimpses of the moon through the trees, and for the moment he relaxed. Or at least he tried, knowing what was going to happen next.

The last of the light faded soon after, leaving the bright stars against the inky black heavens. Bosko grunted as he felt a twinge in his shoulders. He leaned forward, sitting over his crossed legs, hands holding his knees. Patches of fur grew in over his hands; he held them up, examining them in the firelight. Claws replaced fingernails as the pale tan fur grew in thick and lush. Bosko lenaed his head back, grunting as his face pushed outwards. His skin stretched and he moaned lightly. The pain of the transformation was not as bad now as it had been the first few times. Perhaps soon he wouldn't feel any at all. Maybe it just took time.

Bosko gasped and leaned over, hands spreading over the dirt in front of his fire. His claws sprung out, raking the pebbles and ash, as his backside spasmed a few times. Fur floofed up from under his white cotton jerkin, while lower down, above his hips, the beginnings of a short, stubby feline tail flexed out into the open air. Bosko opened and closed his muzzle a few times as the sharp fangs formed out of his flat human teeth. His bright pink tongue curled out, rough at the tip, as he stretched out his arms, trying to alleviate the knots and kinks in his growing muscles under his nearly blonde pelt.

The whole transformation lasted only five or ten minutes, but it left Bosko radically changed. No longer human, but a mixture of human and lynx, he was coated in a thick and plush layer of fur with a few tufts at the tips of his large, triangular ears on top of his head. The fur was tan on his back and sides with a darker gray running from the underside of his muzzle down over his chest and belly, narrowing between his hips before disappearing into his leather pants. When he was satisfied the transformation completed, he leaned back against his pack again, taking care not to sit on his tail. He'd learned that the hard way.

Bosko had only just gotten comfortable and was busily gnawing away on a piece of tough jerky when he heard a branch snap. He sat up, alert, nostrils flaring. He was about to call out and grab his sword when a figure approached through the smoke from the fire.

"Ambassador Casaquil?" he said, eyes wide.

The ambassador smiled, white teeth flashing in the light of the fire. "I'm not often wrong about these sorts of things," he said, his voice dropping.

"Ambassador, I can explain, I was... I was..."

Bosko's voice trailed off as the ambassador dark features darkened further. He stared, amazed, as luscious black fur grew quickly, covering the taller male from head to toe.

"We're outside the castle," the ambassador said, his voice husky. He paused as his nose stretched, spreading into a feline muzzle capped in a black nose. "You can call me Ray, for short."

"You... you're a... but..."

Ray dropped his coat to the ground and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it free. By the time it slid over his head, his feline ears formed, black on the outside, but a start titanium white inside. A similar patch of white fluff rested in the center of his chest, between his muscular pecs. A long, limber tail flicked back and forth behind him, black velvet fur but for the brilliant white tip.

Still transforming and changing, Ray moved around the campfire, approaching Bosko, who scrabbled backwards against his pack, still sitting down. The black panther stretched out a paw, flicked out his claws, and teased one down the side of Bosko's face. Bosko shuddered at the touch and turned his head.

"You're still new to this, aren't you?" Ray said, his voice a low purr.

Bosko nodded. "And I'm not interested in... in..."

The lynx's voice trailed off as Ray's claws slipped around behind his ear, scratching a sensitive spot. The lynx's eyes closed and he leaned into the fingers without thinking.

"Oh, of course you're not interested," Ray purred. The feline smoothly joined the lynx on the ground, sharing space with the other feline on the bedroll. His fingers teased over the back of Bosko's neck, using his claws to tease down to the skin. "Not interested at all..."

Bosko panted. He leaned against Ray helplessly. True, he'd considered bedding a male before... fantasized, really. The opportunity had never presented itself and certainly never like this. He preferred women, but had abstained since he'd been turned for fear of losing control and hurting someone. Despite his rather cute, small appearance as a lynx, he was surprisingly quick and strong. But now, with this exotic panther pressing against him, pawing at him, teasing and tickling him, his resolve wavered.

Ray leaned in closer, pressing his muzzle down against the side of Bosko's neck. The lynx groaned aloud this time and arched his back, shivering as the larger panther's warm breath and rough tongue teased his pelt. One of Ray's paws slipped over the lynx's chest, working its way down lower, flattening over the panting male's belly.

Bosko seized up when Ray's paw slipped into his leather pants. Fingers wrapped around his sheath, squeezing lightly. The lynx moaned and pushed his hips forward helplessly, growing hard in moments against the panther's pads.

"Cute and eager," the panther purred. "Two qualities I adore."

"No... I mean... we shouldn't..."

"Why not? We're all alone out here... you weren't followed by anyone other than me," Ray said, murmuring the words into Bosko's ears between nips and licks. "You are unaware of how good your new body can feel and that is something I intend to fix."

Ray nipped at the tip of Bosko's left ear. The lynx moaned and pumped his hips into the panther's paw, eyes squeezing shut as thrills of pleasure ran down his spine. The panther purred and leaned over the lynx, pushing the feline down onto his back. The panther's hips slowly ground forward, rubbing the bulge in his pants against the bulge in the lynx's pants. Ray slid his paws up Bosko's arms before grasping his wrists and pulling them over the smaller feline's head, holding them down to the ground. Then Ray leaned over, turning his head slightly, and pushed his feline muzzle against Bosko's. The lynx purred relentlessly, squirming back and forth, side to side. Ray nipped at Bosko's lower lip, kissed his way down the lynx's neck, and shifted his whole body lower, dragging his hard belly across the other feline's bulge as he went. His paws slipped from Bosko's wrists and over the lynx's chest, kneading at his fur.

Bosko shuddered as he felt the panther pull the laces from his pants and tug them down past his knees. He leaned up, eyes wide in the flickering fire light.

The panther smiled up at him, a deep and rumbling purr echoing around the small cave as the lynx's pink erection poked straight up from his hips, erect and throbbing. Ray leaned down, eyes closing, muzzle opening.

Bosko's mouth snapped shut and he arched his backside as the panther's warm, wet muzzle surrounded his shaft. He cried out, paws stretching down to grasp at the panther's ears. The larger male's tongue slid along the underside of the lynx's cock, spreading over it, applying extra pressure as Ray bobbed low, taking the full length to the back of his throat, before pulling away, only to repeat the process. Bosko squirmed, gasping and moaning, ears twisting one way and then the other as he enjoyed the feline's expert attentions.

Ray pulled his muzzle back, popping off with a wet slurp. Bosko's hips flopped against the ground as he let out another moan, only to gasp and bite his lower lip as Ray licked slowly from base to tip, leaving the other feline on the edge. Thin trickles of pre-cum ran down the lynx's pink length before disappearing into his sheath.

Ray leaned forward on one arm and reached back with his other, undoing his own pants and kicking them off. Bosko leaned his head up and stared at the other feline's thick 10-inch shaft, eyes wide at the size of the thing. The panther grinned and leaned forward, both paws on either side of Bosko's head. Their hips met, maleness sliding together, pushing into each other's belly fur. Their lips met again and Bosko tasted himself on the panther's tongue. He closed his eyes, groaning into the kiss, lips spreading as Ray's tongue pushed into his muzzle.

Ray's fingers dug into Bosko's hips as he broke the kiss after what seemed like hours to the dazed lynx. The panther grinned and leaned back before pulling the lynx's legs up and taking his pants off all the way. Leaning down, Ray grasped Bosko's hips and flipped him over onto his belly. The feline's stubby tail lifted as Ray's palms cupped his pert rump.

The noisy rumble of the panther's purrs echoed in Bosko's ears as the big feline straddled his rump. A heavy paw pushed down between Bosko's shoulder blades; Ray used the other to guide his red length between Bosko's fuzzy cheeks. Once lined up, he pushed forward slowly, using a bit of saliva and his own pre for lubrication. Bosko groaned into the bedroll and arched his back into Ray's paw. The panther leaned forward, one paw still wrapped around the base of his cock, the other pushing down on Bosko's shoulder.

"Mmm... relax, kitten," the panther murmured into Bosko's flicking ear. "We'll both enjoy this part..."

Bosko's eyes widened as he felt the panther's maleness enter him. He tried to make a noise, but his voice disappeared as Ray's hips descended to meet his. The lynx's cock twitched, jerking between his belly and the bedroll.

Whispering sweet nothings, Ray leaned up, kneeling over the prone lynx. His paws each went to a cheek, grasping and pulling them as he worked his thickness slowly back and forth, in and out, each hilting causing the lynx beneath him to squirm and gasp. Ray loved it - the tan-furred male was cute as a human, but gorgeously adorable as a werelynx. The ambassador's grunted echoed over the sound of Bosko's moans and pants, drowning out the crackling of the fire nearby.

Ray slid in deep again, holding himself inside Bosko. The lynx pushed back against him, hips up in the air, shoulders down, one arm stretching beneath him, the other reaching out in front of him, holding onto the edge of the bedroll. He groaned with each thrust, his whole body moving forward before pushing desperately back against the panther's maleness.

"That's it, kitten," Ray purred. His paws slipped up the slim lynx's hips and sides before grasping the other male's shoulders. "Mmm, but doesn't this feel good? I told you I'm not often wrong about these things."

Bosko didn't reply. He could only cry out as Ray pulled him upright. The panther's arm wrapped over the lynx's shoulder, reaching down to his belly. The other slipped around to the smaller feline's front side, caressing his thighs before slipping around the lynx's pink shaft. Ray thrust forward and drew back quickly, his muzzle resting over Bosko's other shoulder. The lynx's paws clutched at the arm cradling his chest as he tried to keep up with the muscular panther's rhythm.

"Ahh... I... I'm going... nnngg!"

Bosko's eyes squeezed shut as the panther milked his cock. The orgasm made him clench hard around the ten-inch shaft plunging into his rump as he sprayed a load of cum onto the wall of the cave, bucking hard into Ray's slick paw pads.

Ray kept up the rhythm, though his teeth nibbled on the shuddering lynx's neck.

"Mmm... now doesn't that feel good?" Ray said, purring.

"Y... yes," Bosko gasped, turning his head as the panther's muzzle teased the side of his neck.

"One thing you'll find out, by the way," Ray said, his voice a luxurious purr, "is that us werecats have great stamina."

The lynx's slim body shivered in the night air. His hips bucked backwards as Ray continued to stroke his erection, which hadn't gone down a bit. The panther's eager groans echoed as he picked up the pace, pumping harder and faster, hammering his red length against the smaller male's clenching rump.

Moments later, Ray came hard, grunting as he squeezed himself against the lithe lynx, leaning down so that the smaller male was pinned to the ground, squirming desperately as several loads of panther spunk filled his rump. And it was only moments after that when the panther resumed thrusting, forcing his slippery shaft deep, hard, pumping eagerly. Ray grasped Bosko's hips and turned him halfway, onto his side, and lifted the lynx's leg.

Bosko's eyes widened as he felt the panther's 10-inch shaft thrust into him anew, this time from the side. He reached out his paws, curling them into Ray's pelt, holding onto the thick fur around the larger male's chest, to either side of the white chest ruff.

"Oooh... oh, yes! Yes!" Bosko moaned. The lynx shivered as his cock jerked. His body felt warm, languid, and the black panther felt so good against him. "Don't... don't stop!"

Ray's sharp white teeth glinted in the firelight as he gazed over his latest conquest. The proud castle guard squirmed, moaning and begging, as the lothario's hips jammed forward again and again. Ray leaned his head back, eyes closing, enjoying the sensations of the yowling, purring, oh-so-submissive ball of fuzz beneath him.

"Oh, I won't stop," Ray purred, changing positions again, this time pushing Bosko onto his backside and hooking his arms under the lynx's legs. Bosko's fingers clutched at the panthers chest as he swung his hips slow and deep, ensuring the moaning feline felt every inch sliding in and out. "We've got all night..."

* * *

Bosko stood stiffly at attention, trying not to wince whenever he changed his weight from one leg to the other. Sure, his healing abilities were much improved since he was turned into a werelynx, but after the incredible pounding he'd received for most of the previous night, the lynx still felt sore. He was tired and cranky, having not slept, but whenever he tried to get mad about it, he only felt himself getting hard instead.

"Thank you again, Ambassador Casaquil, for your invaluable assistance."

Bosko resisted the temptation to turn his head when he heard voices down the corridor.

"It is my honor, Duchess," a familiar voice responded. Bosko's knees wobbled slightly. "After all, I only wish to further relations between our countries."

The blonde male's armor shivered as the Duchess and the ambassador turned the corner into view of the Duchess's chambers where Bosko once again stood guard.

"Ah! Bosko," the Duchess said, stepping forward.

Bosko leaned over, stiffer than he had yesterday, and tried to stone-face his way through the grimace as his rear end twinged. He leaned back and nodded.

"Yes, Duchess."

"I have good news for you," the Duchess said. "You are to accompany Ambassador Casaquil back to his home nation, assist him in his endeavors, and return with him here in three month's time. You'll take notes and prepare a full report for me in preparation of my visit this winter."

"But... I'm sorry, Duchess. I'm not..."

The Duchess held up a white-gloved hand. "Nonsense. Ambassador Casaquil says he spoke to you last night and found you charming and helpful. You'll be a good representative on this trip, I'm sure of it."

The Duchess smiled. Bosko forced himself to follow suit. He imperceptibly moved his shield, pulling it closer to his hips to hide the sudden bulge he'd sprouted. Ambassador Casaquil looked on, a beatific expression on his face as he watched the exchange between the Duchess and Bosko.

The Duchess, satisfied with her orders, bid adieu to the ambassador and entered her chambers. Ambassador Casaquil turned towards Bosko, teeth exposed in a large grin. He pressed a hand against the wall to the side of Bosko's head and leaned forward, though not before first bumping his hips against the smaller man's belly.

"I decided I wanted more than a night," Ray said, his voice dropping. "Three months might be long enough."

"But... I have duties... you can't just..."

"Nonsense." Ray grinned and reached a paw down lower, squeezing under Bokso's breastplate at his bulging leather pants. "This will move you into the court. You'll get a good job doing something useful after this assignment, especially with my recommendation." The handsome man turned his head, looking perturbed. "That is, unless you want to spurn the Royal Ambassador?"

"No! I just... I mean... oooh... oh..."

"Than it's settled. We'll leave tonight after the dinner reception." Ray's fingers squeezed at Bosko's bulge once more, teasing the younger man to elicit a few more happy moans. "Don't be late."

Bosko shook his head and resumed his stance after Ray's fingers released him. He stared ahead, trying not to blush as his cock raged in his pants, barely hiding it with the shield. He didn't watch the ambassador leave, focusing on the door instead, though his mind raced. Three months? With the ambassador? Traveling, new sights... it was an opportunity. And he had enjoyed last night, no matter the discomfort today. The corners of Bosko's lips turned up at the corners ever so slightly. Perhaps being a werelynx wasn't so bad after all.