Imperial Decree 3
#4 of Imperial Decree
Tiki scooped up the last bit of his homemade stew, quickly popping it into his mouth and chasing it with a piece of bread. Slowly but surely he had gotten better and better at cooking for himself over the past few months. After all, no one else was going to do it for him.
Really, there wasn't anything left for Tiki in the village he had grown up in. Life outside, in the rest of the world, was far from easy for a mouse like him. But here, in his hometown, Tiki was now basically regarded as an outcast. If he had his choice, he would have left months ago, the day that she had come to their village.
Unfortunately, the reason he his former friends and family avoided him now was the same reason that he could never leave this place. Months ago, General Karsa had visited his town, and at that time Tiki had been offered up as a tribute to assuage her wrath. He had been claimed and survived. He wasn't sure if the townsfolk were afraid of him or simply felt sorry, but he knew that if he ever left he would doom them all the next time Karsa decided to return.
Tiki pushed his bowl away with a sigh. Thinking about it had soured his mood once again. The food now felt like a rock in his stomach. Tomorrow would be another day, taking what little work he could beg for to afford what little food he could manage. One day at a time, all to protect his people in his own strange way.
The small gray mouse stood quickly when his front door suddenly began to open. "Who's there?" he called out, glancing around for a possible weapon with which to defend himself.
As the door finished opening, a tall, regal tigress strode into the room. Tiki's ears folded back against his head and he swallowed. She was wearing much less armor than the last time she had come, but there was no mistaking the air of confidence that radiated from General Karsa. His Mistress.
"There is my little mouse," she said with a purr and a smile, swinging the door closed behind her. She tossed a black velvet bag she had been holding onto Tiki's table as she crossed the small room.
"M-mistress," he managed, trying his best not to shrink under her gaze. "I'm sorry, I was not expecting you-"
Karsa raised her hand to his face, slowly dragging one claw along his cheek as she began to circle him. "My dear toy, you should always expect me. I said that I would return, did I not?"
"Y-yes Mistress-" Tiki failed to suppress a full-bodied shiver as her hand brushed over the fur on the back of his neck and back across his throat. He managed to meet her gaze as she passed back in front of him, her brown eyes devouring him. He flinched when she licked her chops.
"Then tonight you shall serve me. I trust you will perform adequately..."
Tiki barely had time to nod before the tiger's claws were shredding his tunic and pants before tossing them to the floor, leaving the gray mouse bare and vulnerable. Karsa growled once more, taking in the sight of her toy as she too disrobed. Tiki begrudgingly found himself becoming aroused as the more pleasant memories of their last encounter flooded back.
Unfortunately, the rough memories came back too as Karsa stepped up close to him. She was a bit taller than him and remarkably gorgeous, but he could practically taste her murderous intent, as though at any moment she could and would end him. As though to demonstrate this, she placed her right hand on his chest, extending her claws before firmly, slowly dragging it across his body. Tiki winced and squeaked as the large, sharp claws each drew a fine line of blood as they moved.
Karsa continued like that all over his body, leaving dark red lines wherever her claws moved, watching Tiki squirm. In his mind, he conjured the image of him self as tiny feral mouse, trying to escape while the tigress laughed and batted him around with her large paws. She would lift him by his tail, dangling him above her open maw and sharp teeth before dropping him into oblivion...
Tiki jumped as she left another scratch, pulling him back to reality.
Karsa stepped in front of him again, purring as she patted him on the cheek. Tiki could smell how around she was, in turn turning him on even more, despite the stinging pain over his body. She turned to his table, tail twitching against him as she retrieved the black bag she had tossed there earlier. She loosened its opening before dumping the contents onto the table. From what Tiki could see, it appeared to be a small harness of leather straps with a fairly large black object he had never seen before attached.
"A gift from the Lupus, after catching wind of my particular... hobbies," she said, picking up the object. She began to slide on the harness as though putting on underwear. "A replica canine cock. Even a female can easily assert her dominance with a tool like this."
She turned to Tiki, showing off her toy. The harness was strapped around her hips and pelvis, holding in place the relatively large canine member as though it had always belonged on her body. Tiki swallowed hard, unsure of what to make of it or what was intended. Karsa stepped forward, causing the mouse to move back as the toy pressed against him. She gave him a toothy smile in response.
"On your knees, rodent. Use your mouth... You are going to want to make it nice and wet."
Karsa's hands pushed on his shoulders, forcing Tiki down to his knees, the black cock at eye level in front of him. She leaned forward, causing it to press against his face. Tiki sighed in resignation and started licking. It was a hard but very smooth, a thick shaft with a slightly pointed tip and a bulbous knot at the base. It was certainly larger than his own. Smiling down at him, Karsa's hand gripped the top of his head, moving him so that the tip slipped into his mouth, forcing much of the length of the shaft down his maw. He fought back the urge to gag, saliva filling his mouth and tongue writhing against shaft.
After what seemed like an eternity, Karsa moved Tiki's head off the toy and pulled the mouse to his feet. Roughly, she moved him forward and pushed him down face-first bent over his table, the edge of it pushing the length of his erection down between his legs. He didn't dare move as the tigress squared up behind him, her hand gripping the base of his tail as she pressed the tip of her toy against his tailhole.
Tiki gasped and moaned at the pressure as Karsa began pushing into him. She forced it in all the way up to the start of the knot, purring as she watched squirm from the length and girth. Tiki could feel her claws kneading into his skin as she gripped his hips, starting to pull the length of the toy free before sliding it all the way back in again. He groaned loudly as she picked up a rhythm of thrusting, his hands grasping at his table and the claws of his feet digging into the floor.
As Karsa's speed picked up, Tiki could feel the canine cock pressing against something inside of him. He moaned as the feeling built, the muscles of his ass beginning to tighten around the toy. Feeling his body reacting, Karsa laughed loudly, pushing into him harder and faster. In a matter of thrusts, Tiki cried out, his cocked throbbing wildly beneath the table and spraying his seed onto the floor.
Karsa mercifully stopped her thrusting, letting its length rest inside of Tiki's body while he lay on his table panting. With a growl, she ran the claws of both her hands along his sides, leaving more red streaks and forcing him to squeak once more. After a few moments she finally pulled out, leaving Tiki bent over the table, his legs trembling.
"Such a good little mouse," she said with a sigh. "I knew you would make a wonderful test subject for my gift. Stay ready my toy. We shall play again soon."
Tiki was vaguely aware of his Mistress as she gathered her belongings and left. He did not move from his position until some time after.