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CHAPTER 7

Expect the Unexpected

Tony was nice enough to offer Rishi a ride home and given the dismayed state he was in, he gladly accepted the offer. The ride was a lot smoother than last time and he was a lot less nervous, but that still didn't settle his mind as to what would happen once he appeared in front of his wife with fresh bite wounds on his neck. Finding out your husband was acting as a sex partner to a bunch of feline men was bad enough. Finding out one of them used to be a wild anthro at one time and tried to kill your husband was no doubt going to completely unhinge her. He thought about what he might say, but unfortunately the ride didn't offer him ample opportunity to think of anything.

"Uh-uh. No. You're done. This is over. I'm ending this right now!"

Samantha was taking the revelation of what happened about as well as could be expected. As soon as she saw the wounds on Rishi's neck, she went into a frenzy, yelling at the kids to get upstairs to their room and bringing the white-furred mouse into their bedroom. She'd been pacing back and forth across the room, eyes wide, brow furrowed, paws changing position from resting on her hips to gesturing or waving erratically. Her temper was flaring and it frightened Rishi. He tried to calm her nerves, to explain that it was an accident and they assured him that it would never happen again, but it was little comfort to the agitated, gray-furred mouse. He was still wearing the clothes he wore to the tribute and no doubt the smell of feline musk wafting from them was making the female rodent all the more vexed.

"I don't believe this. A member of the Felis Army, a full-on member of the Royal Guard who was sent here to defend the Plains and her people, is attacking a native citizen. And after you agreed to submit to their disgusting desires."

"Honey, please, try to understand." Rishi spoke with a calming tone.

"Did he choke you?"

"What?"

"You said that he lost control and bit down on your neck. I'm assuming that if he bit hard enough to break the skin, that he bit hard enough to choke you. Did he?"

She was furious. Her eyes were burning with intense hatred for those charged with governing the region. Rishi was nervous, looking from side to side, trying avoid answering the question.

"Rishi, did he choke you?"

Rishi gulped, before timidly nodding his head. "Yes, Sam. He choked me."

With that, she threw up an arm in frustration and disbelief. "Then I understand all I need to understand. He tried to kill you, Rishi! You could have died! And you would have left a helpless wife with two children and a third along the way. There is nothing else to understand." She turned away and crossed her arms angrily.

"Sam, I understand how you feel. And I've had more time to think this over and consider the situation, but believe me; it really was an accident. Sir Amarro feels really bad about what happened. He apologized and everyone else-"

"Why are you defending him?!"

The outburst caught Rishi off guard and he went from expressing himself calmly to defensively. "Because I've weighed out our options and in the last three weeks they still haven't changed. We can't pay the tribute any other way and we still can't afford to leave. And with winter coming up we need to secure all our food and resources, or we'll be begging for scraps from the rest of the Plains."

Samantha became incensed when Rishi retorted, turning her back to him with a huff. The white mouse sighed with a sense of guilt. "Look, honey, I'm sorry, I don't mean to seem like I'm dismissing your concern. I really do understand. I'm just trying to tell you that I honestly do not believe that I am in any real danger. The other guards, Kish, Dubois, Jarai, and the high lord himself have assured me that Amarro has never had any repeat instances like this before."

She turned to face him, locking eyes with his, heaving in a way he'd never seen before. Despite his larger stature, she was displaying a ferocity that actually made him nervous to be near her. She just stared at him, breathing heavily, letting Rishi stew in the uncomfortable silence. After a moment, she walked over to him and lifted up a paw, placing it roughly on the fresh wounds on his neck. Rishi winced in pain.

"How can you say you don't think you're in any danger? You feel this? This is proof that you are in danger. And I don't care if Amarillo or whatever his name is got down on both knees and begged for forgiveness while crying his eyes out. What he did was an act of instinct, not one of reason. If he says he won't do it again, that's him trying to reason with you, but that can't stop the instinct in him. If it happened before, it can still happen again. Even if the other members say they'll be there to watch him and stop him if he does anything, there's nothing to say that they won't be too late. The next time it happens, he might just decide to break your neck. I won't risk it. I can't risk it."

The anger in her eyes was fading to be replaced by sullen dismay. Rishi was finding it harder to come up with excuses that could make her see his point of view, which he admitted to himself is not an easy point to see and the scars on his neck reminded him of that. They reminded him of a time not too long in the past when he was treated like an object to be used for canine amusement. And while those wounds had healed physically, emotionally they still hurt. Now, with a fresh set of blood-stained bite marks that would scar over and act as yet another reminder of what men with power will do if they so choose, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for his wife. Nevertheless, he had to try to convince her as there truly were no other alternatives for them. At least, no desirable ones. He took her paw from his throat and took it in his, holding it in both paws and using the same calming tone as before.

"Sam, is there anything I can say that will make you understand?" The female mouse just shook her head slowly. "Well what do you want me to do?"

"Say you won't go back."

"Sam, I can't."

"Of course not." She threw his paws aside and walked away, moving to the opposite side of the room to stand next to the bed. Rishi held up arms in frustration.

"Well, Sam, I- It's not that simple. How many times do I have to say it? We don't have a choice."

"Wrong, Rishi! You do have a choice. You'd just rather choose them because it's easier for you."

Now it was Rishi's turned to feel incensed. "Excuse me?"

"You'd rather stay here and offer yourself to those... creatures than take your chance on the road and maybe make a better life for me and the kids, all because it's more convenient for you. You say you care about me and the kids, but really all you care about is what choice gives you the easy way out. I can't believe it. I feel like I married a-"

Rishi was taken completely by surprise. He stood in utter shock, mouth agape. "A what? A coward?" She didn't respond or finish her thought, nor did she look up to meet his eyes. After waiting for a response and getting none, Rishi contemplated the meaning of her words and it suddenly occurred to him what she meant. His eyes grew wide and he was no longer feeling calm and collected or even defensive. He was downright angry.

"Oh, I get it. That's what you meant. That's what you think of me, isn't it?" She just shook her head, not in disagreement, but in disbelief at the situation. "Well if that's what you think, than just go ahead and say it." She said nothing as her eyes began to water, though he paid it no mind as his tone became louder and harsher. "Say it. Say it! Alright, you know what, you're right. It's true. I'm a whore!"

"Rishi, I didn't say that," she said trying to diffuse the situation, but he just continued to yell, moving closer and closer to her.

"No, I know that's what you were thinking and it's true. I gave myself to those men; twice now. I sold my body. I allowed myself to be used in despicable ways by a bunch of horny felines and I'm willing to do it again, and again, and again for as long as I need to. But I don't get paid. I still have to come home and work my ass off to ensure we have enough food and enough supplies to continue to make trades and earn pauper's pay to keep us afloat long enough just so I can do it all over again! And you think that's a desirable life for me? You honestly think this place is worth that? Sam, the only reason I am doing this is because of you and the kids. And for you to make any kind of accusation against me that there is any other reason for me to put myself through that kind of shit... it's crap Sam! Call me a whore! Call me a man-slut, I don't care! It's true, but it's only because I love you guys more than anything in the world and I will do anything for you guys... fucking anything!"

By this point, Rishi was standing right next to Sam, who had her back turned to her fuming husband. She never looked back at him, keeping her eyes pointed down at the bed. She allowed several tears to fall from her eyes, which flowed down her nose and dripped onto the mattress. She wiped away a few more that formed, still unwilling to face her husband. Rishi, the moment of anger having passed, felt remorse for having yelled at his obviously distressed wife.

"God!" the male mouse threw his arms up in frustration and stepped away from Sam. He walked slowly, arms on his hips, pondering the situation. She made little movement, her breathing having increased and all sense of anger towards her husband diminished as though she herself felt remorse for what she said towards him. Eventually, Rishi turned back around. Having taken the time to relieve the stress he'd built up, he once again spoke in a calming manner.

"Samantha... look, I can't keep doing this. I can't keep saying this over and over again. We don't have a choice. Packing up our things and leaving is just not an option. I know you think it is, but it's not. Trust me, I know that there are risks to what I'm doing. Honestly, I don't know if I trust Amarro right now either. After what he did, I wanted to run out of that building and never look back. But I've thought about it and I've weighed the risks with staying here and leaving and at least with the Royal Court, I know what the risks are. And if I stay, I believe that as time goes on those risks will become less and less a thing to worry about. But if we leave, the risks are just too great. If we run into wolves, than it's over no matter what we try. If we run into bandits, there's no telling what they'll want. They could want me, they could want you, and there won't be any alternatives."

Rishi paused a moment, waiting for a reaction, but she remained as still as ever. "And there's still a much worse risk; we'd be putting the kids in danger." With that, Samantha finally looked up at Rishi, her tear-laden eyes full of doubt and depression. "Bandits are notorious for not having the patience or desire to keep children, but they're also known for using them as leverage, or worse. They could-"

"Please don't say it, Rishi." A fresh set of tears began to drain from the despondent, female mouse.

"I'm sorry, but it's something that's always been in the back of my mind and it drives me to keep doing what I'm doing. I don't care what happens to me, but I do care what happens to you. But what scares me more than anything is what could happen to our children. You've been through that. You know what it's like. And yeah... I give myself to those smelly cats, but that's by choice and they are, believe it or not, much more gentle and tender than those wolves ever were. So I can't say I know what it's like to actually be forced into that position, but if anything like that were to happen to Tessa or Dex, I'd die. And you can't tell me you don't feel the same."

Samantha put a paw to her face, holding it as she began to sob. The image her overt partner brazenly put in her head depicting their children in such situations was unbearable to her. Rishi felt bad for doing that to an already turbulent mouse, but he had to make his case and that was the best way he knew how. As she cried into her paw, letting the salty liquid soak into her fur, Rishi stepped forward towards her slowly. He stood right next to her and put a paw on her shoulder, gently rubbing it comfortingly.

"Sam, I'm sorry, but if risking my humility, my reputation, and even my life will ensure that you and the kids will be safe from that kind of experience, I will not hesitate. And I wish you wouldn't either."

Sam sniffled and lifted her head, locking eyes with her husband. "How can you ask me to do that? You're my husband, my love. I can't lose you."

Rishi pondered for a moment. "Sam, remember what I told you about the night before my first tribute?" She nodded. "When those wolves attacked me, it was pure sadism. They wanted nothing more than to kill me, watch me suffer before becoming their proud meal. And even after the Feliz soldier 'saved' me, the look in that black wolf's eyes was nothing short of absolute hatred. I could almost feel his anger towards me and his disappointment at not getting to eat me. It was different with Amarro.

"I saw something similar while he was doing it, but Sam, if you saw the reaction he had on his face once he realized what he'd done, you'd understand why I'm defending him. There was no sadism or anger or hatred at all in his expression. He was obviously guilty and once he came to his senses, he called for someone else to come and take me away so that he wouldn't do anymore harm to me. And none of the other members showed even a hint of the same type of impulse. So, honey, please, I'm asking you, please, try to understand. No matter what kind of disgusting or depraved act they want me to perform, I honestly believe they mean no real harm to me. And whatever happens or whatever the risk, if something does happen I trust they will do everything they can to make sure it doesn't happen again. OK?"

The tears stopped flowing and the gray mouse sniffled again as she gave a weak nod. "I can try, baby." Rishi smiled. "Can you promise me that nothing like this will happen again?"

Rishi was about to blurt out a faux promise, but after the discussion he just had with her, he knew he couldn't keep it. There were risks and with risks came doubt. So instead he just stared back at her with expressive eyes that told of an uncertainty that he couldn't give her any current relief from. But she didn't break down or yell at him or anything. She seemed to understand as well as he did why he couldn't say yes. So she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him forward, letting her muzzle fall on his shoulder as she wrapped him in a warm hug. Rishi returned the embrace and wrapped his arms around her, muzzle resting on her shoulder. They stood like that for a while, holding each other, whiskers tickling the other's cheek. Samantha eventually broke the hug to stare back at her husband.

"Well, can you promise me something else then?" Rishi nodded. "I can take little things: claw marks, mating bite marks, things like that. I know men can be... rough during sex so I promise that I won't freak out every time you show up with fresh marks somewhere on your body." She paused, for the briefest of moments let out a weak smile before it disappeared again. "But Rishi, this was too close. You almost died because one of the Royal Guards lost control. I can't bear to watch something like that happen again and again. If you can't promise me that nothing like this will happen again, and they prove that they can't control their urges, then promise me something else. Promise me we'll pack up our things and leave."

Rishi was taken aback, dumbfounded by the sudden request. Even after everything he said could happen. "I know it's far less desirable, but if anyone of those felines tries to kill you, even accidentally, then the risk is just too great. You're willing to do whatever it takes to protect this family, but so am I. These kids need a father and I need a husband. If we leave and something happens, we may very well have a chance to save ourselves if we are willing to do anything."

"But Sam-"

"Rishi, I'm not saying it's ideal, I'm just saying if your life is in danger, we try something else. I'd rather do that than keep doing the same thing over and over and having the same thing happen each time. Because if that does happen, eventually it'll cost you your life and then I will have nothing to offer them. Can you tell me they won't kick us out if you die?"

Rishi shrugged, showing a bit too much honesty and uncertainty. "Well, then promise me. Promise me we'll leave if you're threatened or almost killed. Because if you don't, then I promise you that if it does happen again, with or without you, I will pack up my things, grab the kids, and leave because I can't stand to watch you play roulette with your life."

Rishi wasn't sure what to say. After everything he said and her reaction to it, she still wanted to risk the open road. It seemed futile to try to debate this any further and he sighed dejectedly. He gave a slight nod. "Alright, Sam. I promise, if my life is in danger from these tributes, we'll take our chances out in the wild."

His response garnered a smile from her and seeing her smile made him smile. They hugged again, the scene of discord finally ended. After they finished, Rishi gave a sniff to his clothes and realized he still stunk of cat sex. "Alright, I think it's time I got out of these clothes and bathed."

"Yeah. I think you should've bathed before you left, actually."

"Actually, no. They wanted to smell my musk. Apparently it turns them on."

Samantha raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well, I guess I can't be too disgusted by them. After all, I know how good your musk smells." They smiled at each other lovingly. "Now go wash up so I can actually smell it again."

Rishi gave a light chuckle as he turned towards the door to the bedroom, opening it and stepping out into the living room. The air was colder and it made his fur stand up a little, but he didn't mind it so much. His heart beat a little faster, though, once he saw his kids, who were supposed to be up in their room, standing by the stairs at the edge of the living room. Almost intuitively, Rishi reached up and covered his neck wounds with his paws, hiding them from his frightened children.

"Hey kids. What're you guys doing down here?"

Tessa, their daughter, was holding little Dex's paw in hers. He was standing behind her, thumb in his mouth and visibly spooked. "We were scared. We heard you and mom fighting and wanted to know if we could help."

Sam stepped out and saw the frightened children and looked guiltily at her husband. Rishi looked back before smiling back at the kids. "Oh, we were just having a really loud conversation, but everything's OK. We're not yelling anymore. Don't worry."

Tessa nodded while Dex continued sucking his thumb. "Daddy, is your neck OK?"

"Oh, yeah. It's just sore. Had a lot of work today."

She sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"

Rishi's eyebrows rose as high as they would go. "Um... Well... I was doing some work with the cats and we got all sweaty and kind of rubbed up against one another. Daddy stinks, doesn't he?" Tessa nodded worriedly. "Yeah, that's why daddy's gonna go wash up so he doesn't stink anymore, k? I'll be back when I'm done. You can talk with Mom if you want."

"K," Tessa said before Rishi stepped away towards the den. He walked quickly, hoping the smell of cat musk didn't linger in their memories. As he approached the door to the den, he nearly tumbled once he heard his daughter's question. "Mommy, what's a whore?"

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The following week was a disquieted one. Neither Samantha nor Rishi was particularly confident about the outcome of the upcoming tribute, though they acted as if nothing was different. They talked, they played with the kids, they worked, they laughed, they even made love, but underneath the facade was a truly alarming unease shared between them. Rishi made a promise, but was uncertain whether or not he'd be able to keep it and Samantha seemed to share his doubts. As they moved further away from the moment when he was attacked by a 6 foot 3 inch tall lion, their feelings changed little. Rishi wanted to stay and chance putting his life in the hands of the Royal Court while his wife felt more comfortable taking their chances out in the wild. Both were understandably worried about the other's preference, but both were also worried about the safety of each other and their children. For the sake of the kids and their own peace of mind, they kept their apprehensions to themselves until after the following tribute.

On his own, Rishi was still distraught over whether or not he could still trust Amarro or not and the fact that it didn't matter in the slightest. Despite his feelings, he would obligated to allow Amarro to continue to mate with him so long as he was offering his body to the Royal Court guards. In regards to his practice, he still had no way of preparing himself for the smells and tastes he'd be forced to endure, so he resigned himself to keeping his anal flexibility up. Though he performed much better the last time, he still felt slightly inept for the larger males and quite insecure for Allon himself. Even if he did feel confident to take every one of the royal members, he'd still feel doubtful he'd be able to continue without practice.

Therefore, he continued to practice with the same long, hard handles he'd been using the week before, this time without Sam's help most of the time. It was her idea to use one of the large handles during their personal time and it made Rishi nervous. He admitted to her that he was worried that if they practiced this while they made love, he might be reminded of it during his time with the felines and become aroused. Samantha teased him about it, but offered to stop if it made him uncomfortable. Lucky for her, they didn't stop.

The day of the tribute came and Rishi found himself almost as nervous as he was the first time. He didn't need any prodding to enter the chamber, though. He walked all the way there, sat and waited his turn as he had done twice before, and walked up to the edge of the steps like he always did. This time, however, the unsettled feeling in his stomach was not from an aversion to feline sex, but from fear for his safety. Despite what he told himself, seeing the lion there dredged up memories of the feral feline and instigated his feelings of dread.

He bowed before the Court, offering himself to the royal leaders, though he was shaking and it made his voice reverberate, much to his dismay. It would have been obvious for the felines to notice, but none of them said anything.

"Rishi, given how exciting things got last time, we decided to have Amarro go first," Allon said, sitting in his chair with an intricately patterned blue loincloth. "We felt it would be best if he went first so that the scent of other felines would not be on you to stimulate him any further than he already is by your scent."

The mouse nodded to the cougar and turned to look at Amarro. The lion stared back at the rodent, a professional, stoic expression mixed together with modest remorse for what he did last time. They made eye contact and the mouse's heart beat increased.

"And we've asked him to keep the door open, in case something does happen," Kish added, getting a rather annoyed look from the lion. He didn't protest, though, no doubt feeling guilty enough to warrant such a precaution.

"After you're done," Allon continued, "you'll go with Dubois, then Kish, and finally Jarai. After they've all had their turn with you, you'll come see me in my quarters. Understood?" Rishi was confused that Lord Allon would be going last, but he didn't ask or argue. He simply nodded his head in understanding. "Good. Then Amarro, Rishi, you gentlemen may take your leave."

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Amarro held out a giant paw to the mouse, inviting him over which made Rishi gulp nervously. He stood and walked slowly over to the lion and took his hand and as they held each other's paw, Amarro guided them up the stairs to his bedroom. The others watched as the moved into the lion's chambers, leaving the door wide open. Rishi noticed the sound of doors closing in the direction of Allon's bedroom. Once inside, Rishi was asked to undress, which he did quickly and assuredly.

Amarro followed suit, losing all his garments and now standing naked with the rodent. His cock was still hidden beneath the sheath, but his tail was wagging nervously and his scent stunk of arousal. Rishi assumed the lion was still apprehensive, but if he was, it didn't appear in his expression anymore. He looked at the mouse hungrily, though the expression was now quite unnerving to the rodent. He was breathing quickly as the lion wrapped a paw very delicately around Rishi's neck and pulled him into a tender kiss. He used his tongue, allowing it to explore Rishi's muzzle, but he didn't attack it lustily as he had done in the past, nor did the kiss last very long.

Amarro was eager to test his mental prowess in suppressing his instinctive urges, so he broke the kiss and looked down at the smaller mammal. "Alright, lie flat on the bed face down." Rishi looked down at the mattress, then back up at the lion nervously. "Don't worry," he said chuckling. "I promise I've got my instincts under control. And if you're worried, they'll be looking out for you." Amarro pointed at the door and Rishi saw the other three guards standing outside the lion's room staring in with intense interest.

Rishi swallowed his concern and did as bade, lying face down on the bed, slowly and hesitantly. He pulled himself down to the head of the bed, torso flat against the mattress, penis pressed hard under his pelvis. Amarro lifted his tail up and licked his tailhole clean, lubing it up with his thick, sticky saliva. It didn't take long before the lion was climbing on top of the small rodent, dwarfing him under his large stature. Rishi was panting now, praying silently that the lion mates him without biting down on him. Amarro positioned himself, getting his barbed-cock just outside the puckered entrance, before shoving his hips forward and forcefully opening up Rishi's tight rosebud.

The mouse groaned in slight discomfort as his anal walls were parted, but his continuous training seemed to have paid off as there was practically no pain which accompanied the pressure. The cat's barbs raked through his intestine, but there was very little of a stinging sensation felt. Amarro kept his weight off the rodent's body, never allowing himself to relax his elbows or his knees. He inserted all 8 inches into the mouse before quickly beginning his pelvic thrusts. He let out loud moans of erotic ecstasy which intermixed with growls of pleasure. The growls were a bit unsettling to Rishi, but they didn't sound threatening at all. His heart jumped a bit when he felt the lion grab his paws and hold onto them while he pounded his rear-end, but whatever happened, he told himself that he had to trust the lion, even if he didn't.

While the lion worked the mouse's ass, Kish, Dubois, and Jarai watched from the doorway, the sensuous scene making them horny and aroused. Dubois was rubbing his crotch, his tongue lolling out and drooling at the sight. Kish turned to the cheetah and watched him, giving him a condescending look for his colleague's impatience. After a moment, the tiger nudged Dubois. "Shouldn't you be getting ready, kitten?"

Dubois turned to look at Kish, annoyed that he interrupted his self-pleasuring, but sighed and nodded before turning to his room. Kish and Jarai continued to watch the show as two ornery voyeurs. Rishi knew they were watching and their presence made him uncomfortable, but it did nothing to assuage the passionate love-making instituted by the lion. He pounded the smaller rodent's ass with reckless abandon, breathing heavily over the mouse's head as hot, acrid breath reached the mouse's nose as lion saliva slipped past split lips and landed square on Rishi's temple.

Claws extended outward from within the sheath in the lion's digits and dug into the sheets. Amarro was moaning loudly and panting heavily, his thrusts coming quickly and hard, shaking the bed and making it squeak under his weight. His cock buried deeply inside the mouse's rectum while the impact of his sheath threatened to open him up even wider, making Rishi more nervous than he already was. More drool exited Amarro's muzzle and landed on the poor mouse's head as his paws pressed down on the bed, his climax imminent. Rishi squeaked in discomfort, but other than that kept his mouth shut, wanting the lion to finish as quickly as possible.

Without much more coaxing, Amarro plunged his penis inside Rishi's ass hard and let an eruption of hot lion spunk fill the mouse's innards. He made several more slow, hard thrusts, driving his orgasm to completion while the rodent simply lay still, satisfied he had no new teeth marks on his body, but still worried that lion might yet lose control. Despite his uncertainty, Amarro kept a level head, holding his position over the mouse without snarling with primitive hunger. His face contorted into an expression of erotic bliss, but Rishi couldn't see it. A moment longer and Amarro was finished thrusting, the last stringy strand of feline ejaculate expunged from his dick now coated the mouse's intestine.

Amarro kept still on all fours, panting, trying to catch his breath as Rishi felt the lion's cock bob slightly inside of him, which caused the mouse to react by squeezing his pucker around the rigid pole. The lion's claws had retracted into their sheaths, much to Rishi's pleasure, and his grip on them had loosened. The mouse made no attempt to move his hands, keeping as still as possible to avoid startling the euphoric feline.

It didn't take long before the mouse felt the lion's tongue on his temple, licking up the saliva that had dripped down onto it. Rishi reactively closed his eyes while Amarro cleaned him like a young kitten. He brought a paw to the mouse's waist and began massaging his belly, rubbing the fur slowly and sensually.

"There now. That wasn't so bad, was it?" the lion asked the still reserved rodent.

"No, Sir Amarro. You were very gentle and respectful," compared to last time, he finished only in his head. The mouse thought, however, that he was quite a bit more easy going than either of the last two times he was with him and that made him hopeful. Amarro smiled and kissed Rishi on the forehead, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him up into a tight hug. Rishi was surprised by the sudden show of affection and felt the air drain from him as he let out a mild squeak. Amarro chuckled and put the rodent down before pulling out and letting his limp phallus dangle between his legs as he climbed off the bed.

Rishi wasn't sure what was next, whether the lion wanted oral now or what, but once he felt the lion's tongue press hard against his loose tailhole, his heart jumped and he couldn't help but moan. His head dropped down on the bed and he groaned in a mixture of anxiety and pleasure as the large feline cleaned his ring of cum and sweat. Rishi tensed up, enjoying the treatment, but still apprehensive as the strong scent was what tended to set the lion in a fit of primitive killer instincts.

It never happened, though, and Amarro finished cleaning the mouse's butt before licking his lips and standing up straight at the foot of the bed. "Alright, mouse, now it's your turn."

Rishi turned around and saw Amarro's cock, still hanging there in the open. He shuffled onto his back and climbed off the bed and onto his knees. He noticed no pain in his asshole and it didn't even register in his mind at the time. He was focused on cleaning off the feline cock and not worried about anything else. He moved up to Amarro, grabbing a cheek with one paw and his cock with the other. It was sticky with jizz, but at this point it was nothing new to the rodent. A small droplet of cum was dangling off the tip and it made Rishi gulp with tension. The smell was about as bad as it normally was and the mouse was beginning to get used to it, despite the strong desire to hold his breath as the feline musk hit his nostrils.

After a moment of mental preparation, he opened his muzzle and engulfed the dirty cock and the taste of lion cum and mouse ass invaded his senses. The disgusting taste still made him gag, but he was easily able to push the feeling aside and work his tongue over the limp member, cleaning off all residue that coated the Royal Guard's penis. Amarro moaned in pleasure up above, closing his eyes and letting his tongue loll out of his mouth. His cock was beginning to swell again and the mouse was thinking it was about time for his second round. He squeezed the lion's ass, eliciting a growl of pleasure from up above. He felt another small droplet of jizz seep out of the lion's urethra and he willingly lapped it up.

With every inch of the lion's dick now coated with nothing by moisture from the mouse's muzzle, Rishi removed the member and let it hang in the open again. He looked at the paw that held the lion's cock and considered licking it clean as that was his obligation. Before he could make a move to, Amarro encircled Rishi's wrist in his paw and held it up. He then leaned forward, smiling wickedly, as he began licking eagerly at the remaining remnants of their sexual exploits. After he finished, he licked his lips and smiled at the rodent, petting his chin. Rishi was starting to find comfort from the lion.

"Good job, young one. Alright, Dubois, your turn," he said, turning to the side and presenting the mouse to the now completely naked cheetah standing in the doorway.

Rishi was somewhat dumbfounded. "Wait, that's it? You're done?"

"Would you like me to fuck you again?" the lion asked semi-sarcastically.

NO! "It's just... I thought you all usually went for more than one round before you were done."

"Isn't that sweet," he said looking at his comrades. "He's so dedicated to his tribute, he wants to make sure his partners get full use out of him." That garnered some looks and nods of agreement from the others before Amarro turned back to the mouse. "Let's just say I've been... practicing and preparing myself for this meeting and it's left me with less desire for mouse ass this week. But don't worry, I'm fine. You are good and I think you're preparing that tight ass wonderfully to take my cock. I thank you, Rishi."

The lion patted him on the head as Rishi smiled, satisfied that he was finished with the lion. He stood up and began walking toward the door, a sense of ease washing over him, his heart and stomach lifting as he felt like the weight of a 1000 horses was lifted off of it. The night was young, but what in his mind would be the hardest part of the evening was over and the rest should be easy going... should be. Right now, he wasn't worried. The other three showed how they were in control and he wasn't worried about what they would do. He reached the cheetah, who wasted no time reaching a paw around the smaller rodent's back and pulling him close. He held him that way as he guided him to his room quickly, excessively eager to take the mouse once again.

2

As they reached Dubois' room and he shut the door behind them, the cheetah quickly turned the mouse to face him, grabbing his hips with both paws, and shoved his yellow-furred muzzle up against the rodent's. He came with so much force that he pushed Rishi back against the bed, forcing him to fall back with an 'oomph!' Dubois stuck his tongue out and excitedly pushed forward against the mouse's own lips. After a moment of surprise, he opened his maw and let the hungrily horny feline explore his inner muzzle, purring loudly into his kissing.

Dubois pushed forward, sliding the little rodent down along the bed until they were both resting their whole bodies on the mattress. The cat's paws explored Rishi's thighs and ass, rubbing his paws through the short fur, raking it with his exposed claws. His torso rested against the mouse's with little weight being pressed down onto him. He attacked Rishi's muzzle with more energy than any of the other felines, indicating his youthful spirit. He practically slobbered as his lips connected with Rishi's, tongue flailing around inside as the meaty flavor of his spit washed around with the rodent's and the lingering taste of Amarro's cum.

Dubois brought a paw up and began rubbing the rodent's head, holding it in better position for him to control his rampant make-out session. Rishi could feel the cheetah's 5-inch cock, erect and strong, pressing up against his ball sack. The scent was curious as it was not as potent as any of the others. Dubois was cleaner than the rest of the Royal Court, which was not to say he was clean. He was still fairly musky, but compared to Allon and the other guards, it wasn't as bad. His meaty breath was also less distracting to the rodent.

The cheetah spent a good deal more time feeling up Rishi, his legs, cheeks, stomach, and chest, before pulling away and smiling down at the mouse. He smiled gleefully, tail wagging almost playfully behind him, the scent of amorous intentions wafting from his body. He was positioned to take Rishi's tailhole and that's what the rodent thought he would do, but what he did next was something the mouse hadn't considered. Dubois climbed over Rishi, straddling his crotch and wrapping his legs around the mouse's much smaller thighs. His groin was lowered down against Rishi's, their cocks pressing up hard against each other.

Rishi was uncertain as to what was going to happen next as the smiling feline began to rock back and forth over the concerned mouse, rubbing their penises together. The act shocked Rishi and he let out a surprised moan which made Dubois chuckle heartily. "Just relax, mousy. Let me do all the work." He then started rocking faster, rubbing their two members together in a manner that Rishi didn't even know other men did. The cheetah let his mouth hang open as he began breathing faster, the warmth of his breath hitting the rodent directly in the face.

There was an immense amount of heat being given off by the larger feline's genitals that felt soothing to the mouse's groin. He tried not to think about it, but the embarrassment he felt from the rubbing was making him erect. Not only that, but regardless of the fact that another man was rubbing his dick against the mouse's, he found the sensation stimulating and pleasurable and it was only serving to enhance his erection. He knew the cheetah above him could feel it and it showed in his face.

"There ya go, little guy. It feels quite good, doesn't it?"

The action was making Rishi feel more and more ashamed of himself. As he thought of his wife, he felt like he was betraying her by enjoying this as much as he was. He wished he didn't and he tried to think of something to take his mind off of what was happening, but it felt too good and he couldn't fight it. After a moment, his own cock was rock hard and sporting at 5 inches, roughly the same length as Dubois', though not as thick. Rishi began to tear up, disgrace pouring into him as a night with five males was turning into something pleasurable and that to him was an unacceptable reaction. Dubois didn't seem to notice the mouse's emotions. He closed his eyes, taking in the blissful feeling of feeling another man's cock against his own as they were rubbed together. His body began to sweat and pre-cum soaked into their fur. He was starting to pant and rock faster, gripping the sheets below tightly, and moan and purr in pure ecstasy. At that point, Rishi was praying that the cheetah would just finish his sexual exercise quickly.

His prayer was answered as before long the cheetah let out a loud moan and arched his back as an ejection of feline jizz spurted out between the cat and the mouse, soaking their fur and coating their bellies. The slick substance coated the mouse's glans and as Dubois rubbed his orgasming rod up against Rishi's, it produced that heavenly tingling sensation that was making Rishi regret letting the Royal Guard do this to him. His thrusts were slow, though, and Rishi wasn't even close to climaxing. All he needed was for Dubois to quit rubbing up against him and take a different part of his body to rub his cock up against. His first wish came true when the cheetah eventually stopped rubbing, pausing with his dick still pressed hard against Rishi's, taking a moment to catch his breath.

After a moment, he smiled at Rishi. "Ah, I came but you didn't. That's too bad. Would you like me to help you finish?"

"No!" the response was a bit too fast for Rishi and Dubois cocked an eyebrow at him, seemingly offended. "I mean, no thank you, Sir Dubois. I'd appreciate it if you didn't. I'd like to focus solely on you."

"Oh, really? And what if what I want is to get a taste of a little, white mouse's spunk?" The question made Rishi freeze. It was a request he had considered, but hoped no one would ask him for. He wasn't sure that even if he were asked about it if he'd be able to comply. Now that the cheetah had asked him, he needed to respond.

"Um, well... if that's what you would like... then it's my obligation to give it to you," he replied meekly.

Dubois smiled widely. "Good answer, buddy." With that, he let go of the mouse's thighs and unstraddled his groin, climbing back so he was kneeling between Rishi's legs. He then ran a paw along the fur on his chest that was matted with cheetah cum and rubbed it along his length. "But right now, I'm quite satisfied-" he stopped, sliding his fingers along the cum that stained the mouse's fur and picking up a decent amount on his fingers, "-with this." As he finished, he jammed two cum-soaked fingers into Rishi's anus, lubing it up in preparation and garnering a slight groan from the mouse. It didn't seem entirely necessary to Rishi since it was still pretty loose from the lion's treatment, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Dubois rubbed his fingers in and out, rotating them a little, slickening up his back side.

He then removed his fingers and brought them to his nose, sniffing at the musky scent the mouse's tailhole left on them. He purred erotically and positioned his still erect, barbless cock right in front of Rishi's tailhole. He spent no time teasing as he eagerly shoved it inside, all five inches, garnering a groan from the mouse. There was pressure, but no pain. Dubois let his body fall so he was now hovering over the mouse again.

He leaned his muzzle forward and began kissing Rishi again, frenching him less eagerly and more softly this time as he began thrusting in and out of the mouse's rectum. Rishi, thrilled that he didn't get off to sexual treatment by another man, returned the kiss and they began playing tongue war in each other's mouth as Dubois plowed away at the rodent's butt. Dubois wrapped his paws under Rishi's back, holding him in a tight embrace, as Rishi grabbed and held the back of Dubois' head in a tender display of affection, fallacious though it may be. Dubois didn't care. He was purring loudly and kissing wildly, his thrusts were fast and hard and his paws were gripping tightly. Rishi was a bit uncomfortable as the cheetah's claws were inevitably exposed and digging into his fur, but they weren't unbearable. The scent of the cheetah grew more and more potent as his sexual workout continued. The sweat from his fur was soaking through and adding to the musky smell of the feline. It wasn't a new experience and it was bound to happen, but it still bothered the mouse.

Dubois never broke the kiss as he mated with the rodent for a good 5 minutes longer. Rishi's member had gone limp, but the cheetah's belly fur was still rubbing up against it and with the slick feline jizz still clinging to it, it was making him go hard again. Still, though, he never went fully erect and it made the mouse happy. Dubois moaned into the kiss as each thrust was coming faster and harder, his hips slapping the rodent's ass. Rishi had his legs wrapped around the cheetah's waist, holding him close and keeping himself steady as his body slid back and forth on the bed sheets.

Without warning, Dubois broke from the kiss and threw his head back, groaning loudly as he shoved his hips forward. He hilted the mouse as his sheath pressed hard against his anus, threatening to enter into him as he exploded in a second orgasm. He gave several more small thrusts, forcing every ounce of feline ejaculate out of his cock and adding to the reservoir building up inside Rishi's intestine that already included Amarro's. The second climax didn't last long as Dubois' humping finally ceased. Rishi kept his legs locked around the cheetah as the sweaty feline loomed over him.

He stared down at the mouse, eyes glowing from post-orgasmic euphoria and purring so loudly his cock was causing his ass to vibrate. "So, you seem to be taking to our matings rather quickly, I'd say."

Rishi, recognizing the pleasure he was getting from the treatment, acknowledged the sentiment. "Lord Allon told me I should try to get more used to it since I'd be doing it for a while and... I guess it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

"That's a good idea. And hey, even if you don't care for the smell or taste of my cum, a furry paw is a furry paw." Still embedded inside the rodent, Dubois reached between the two mammal's bellies and wrapped a paw around Rishi's soft member. "I could paw you off and it'd be no different than your wife giving you a paw-job."

Rishi's eyes grew wide and his heart began to race at the thought of being masturbated by the cheetah, but he'd already agreed to give the feline what he wanted if he asked for it. "I guess that's true, Sir."

Dubois simply smiled and took his paw away. "Maybe next time, cutie." He then gave him a kiss on the lips, massaged his hips a moment, and then gave a light smack on either cheek before finally pulling out his member and exposing it to the cold, dank air. Rishi could only enjoy the freedom from the penetration a moment before Dubois had his face buried in Rishi's ass, attacking it like a kitten attacking a saucer of milk. He lapped away fervently at the mouse's tasty anus, slick with cum and fragrant with rodent musk. His whiskers tickled as they rubbed against Rishi's backside, eliciting minor convulsive shuffles of discomfort.

Dubois licked his lips and stood up, presenting his filthy cock to the rodent on the bed. Rishi looked up and into Dubois's expecting eyes and got the idea. He climbed off the bed and knelt down in front of the cheetah and unabashedly took all five inches into his muzzle, gaining a muffled moan from up above. He slicked it up with his own saliva, mixing it in with the cat cum, and swallowing the unpleasant liquid. He licked it up and down until he could detect no more ejaculate residue on the feline's member. He removed Dubois' penis from his mouth and licked it as dry as he could, leaving only a moist member and the faintest hint of cum and ass.

Once finished, Dubois grabbed Rishi by the arm and guided him to his feet. Rishi, feeling much more confident that the night would turn out uneventful, locked eyes with the cheetah with a proud expression. Dubois smiled and grabbed the mouse's face softly and tenderly kissed him, closing his eyes and very casually frenching him. Rishi responded in kind, softly kissing back, but the kiss didn't last long. They both licked their lips clean as Dubois began petting Rishi's cheeks.

"You're such a good mousy. I hope you never leave."

Rishi couldn't help but blush at the statement, feeling almost like a pet to the cat. "Th- thank you, Sir. I'd like to stay as long as I can." He was quite sure how he meant that. It was just an automatic response.

Dubois placed an arm on the mouse's back and walked him to the door. He opened it and led him outside where Kish was waiting, leaning up against the wall right next to the door. His paws were on his hips and his penis was tucked away inside its sheath. He looked up at the couple as they emerged from Dubois' den. "You ready, Rishi?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm all yours now."

3

The tiger stepped aside and held up a paw, motioning the mouse into his quarters. Dubois patted him on the back as Rishi walked next door into Kish's room. As he walked by, Kish sniffed at the mouse's scent and shuddered a little, giving off a bit of a growl as his cock began poking out of its home. He stepped forward and closed the door behind him. Once inside, Rishi noticed the air was quite a bit fresher in there and he could detect his own scent much more easily and the mixture of sweaty, musky lion and cheetah mixed with sweaty and musky mouse was becoming highly pronounced. To his misfortune, he knew that before the night was over, he'd be adding the stink of sex from a tiger, a lynx, and a cougar to his already pungent aroma.

Kish snuck up on Rishi, surprising the rodent while the tiger pressed his body up against the mouse's back. He wrapped one arm around Rishi's chest and one paw went down and gripped the rodent's package. Rishi moaned in discomfort and he curled his fingers, grabbing onto the arm on his torso. The tiger pulled the mouse tightly up against him and craned his neck forward, burying his nose into the mouse's neck fur. He shuffled it around, whiffing up the sweet and spicy odor and bellowing low under his breath in pleasure. Rishi could feel the tiger's member stiffening up behind him and pressing hard up against the small of his back. Kish gave a few licks along the wounds the lion made a week prior.

"Are you OK, mouse?"

"Sir?"

"How are those bite marks doing? Do they hurt?"

The tiger seemed genuinely concerned and it surprised the mouse. "Um... no, Sir. They don't hurt at all." While true, they were still healing and he did still feel them as the feline ran his raspy tongue across them, but it was a comforting sensation that he enjoyed.

"That's good. And Amarro didn't hurt you, did he?" He gave another lick.

"No, Sir. He was actually rather gentle"

"See, I told you with a little practice, he can control his impulses." He licked again and Rishi merely remained silent in agreement. The tiger began massaging his genitals as he continue to sniff and lick, making Rishi groan and grip tighter onto Kish's arm. "Now, it's my turn to rub my scent off on you... and I need to rub your scent off on me."

Kish let out a guttural growl as Rishi felt the tiger bend down, keeping his body pressed up against his as he lowered himself. The feline cock traced through the mouse's fuzzy rear end and in between the soft cheeks. The barbed head was now pressing up against Rishi's used pucker and in one slow movement Kish inserted the entirety of his length into the rodent. Rishi sibilated as the barbs raked against his intestines while the tiger's entire member moved up through his rectum. Once the tiger's sheath was pressing against the mouse's anus, he shifted the paw fondling his cock and balls and wrapped the arm around his stomach and hoisted him up, standing to his full 6 foot 2 inch stature. Rishi gasped as he was lifted off his feet, being held up only by the muscular arms of the feline and thick shaft penetrating his tailhole.

Kish brought his nose back up to Rishi's neck, sniffing at his scent wantonly as he began bobbing his hips up and down. Short rhythmic thrusts saw no more than an inch of tiger dick to recede from the mouse's hole and then disappear inside again. Rishi relaxed into the tiger's arms, allowing the larger male the control he needed to hold him carefully. He felt a greater bit of pressure on his pucker, given the fact that his own weight was pushing down on the tiger's groin. He kept a hold on the feline's arm as the bobbing became a bit more eratic.

Kish was once again licking at Rishi's wounds, his tongue traipsing through his neck fur. His tongue left wet, matted fur as it moved upwards to the mouse's cheek, licking through his whiskers, making Rishi wince uncontrollably. He then moved his tongue up to Rishi's eye, coating it with tiger saliva and making the mouse feel more like a pet than a sexual partner. He retracted his tongue for a moment as he moved his muzzle right next to Rishi's ear, releasing low, guttural growls directly into it. The mouse was getting nervous as his bobbing thrusts were now getting slower and rougher. The tiger smiled and stuck his tongue inside Rishi's ear, lapping up the inside and slickening it up with his spit. The act took the mouse by surprise and he flicked his ear in response.

Kish chuckled at the rodent's reaction. "Does- that- bother you- mousy?" he asked through panted grunts.

Rishi responded similarly, "Ugh- it's- just- ugh- unexpected- Sir."

Kish didn't try it again. He brought his nose and held it against the back of Rishi 's head as he sped up his thrusts, fucking the mouse hard and fast in an attempt to expediate his climax. Rishi was grunting loudly, the pounding on his ass exacerbated by the weight of his body being forced down onto the tiger's pole. Kish was grunting regularly and growling loudly, his muscles tensed up as he held the mouse. The pressure made it harder for Rishi to move and it told him that the feline was close.

Indeed, only a minute or two later, the large cat let out a cry of lust and exploded into the mouse. His warm seed filled the tight rodent's innards, intermixing with what was left by the lion and cheetah earlier. He continued to bob rapidly to coax his sperm out quickly and as he did he was panting uncontrollably. Rishi could feel the warm tiger spunk inside of him this time and it was sending shivers throughout his waist. The concern he felt with Dubois was creeping back up on him that he might actually be enjoying his time with these felines.

Kish eventually stopped thrusting, his nose still buried in the mouse's head and his arms loosening around the mouse's waist. The cock impaling him was now holding him up and the pressure from the cat's sheath was threatening to open him up even wider. Rishi let out a grunt of displeasure and the tiger tightened his grip again, holding him warmly and sniffing away at his euphoric scent. He eventually stepped up to the bed and bent down, allowing the mouse's feet to touch the floor and hold himself up. He then bent the rodent forward and shoved his chest onto the bed, leaving his butt in the air as he pulled out, leaving behind a wet, gaping hole.

Rishi breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure on his sphincter was relieved and enjoyed the feeling of the cold air touching it. He took a moment to breathe before he looked back inquisitively at the feline, wondering what his next move was. Kish was already on one knee staring hungrily at the mouse's backside.

"Is there something you would like me to do, Sir Kish?"

The tiger shook his head and placed a paw on the base of Rishi's back, pushing him down so that the mouse was lying flat on the bed with his butt hanging off. "Just stay there and let me enjoy this," he said with enthusiasm and a huge grin.

Rishi turned his head back around and lay still, lifting his tail up all the way and letting the tip fall right next to his head. He waited as the tiger licked his lips and moved his face forward, closed his eyes and his lips, and pressed his muzzle up against the mouse's butt. Rishi felt the furry face jammed up against his rear, but was getting used to it and paid it little mind. Kish moved his free paw to his softening cock and gripped it, massaging it as he breathed in the scent of the mouse's ass and in no time the feline member was rigid again.

Kish sniffed away, breathing hard in the aroma of the mixture of sensual smells that were present on the dirty, white-furred rump. His throat rumbled and his tail waved and he began stroking his hard, cum-soaked dick. He breathed in again and again, whiffing the strong odor, finding erotic gratification from the residual effects left behind by Amarro and Dubois, as well as his own contribution. That mixed with the tantalizing smell of Rishi's overused asshole made him shiver with delight and stroke harder and faster. He rubbed his nose in it, spreading the wet, musky scent over his muzzle and anointing himself in it. He held the mouse's back taut as he began lapping up the traces of sex. His coarse tongue felt rough against the abused skin of the mouse's sphincter, but it also sent sparks of pleasure through his body.

Rishi gripped at the sheets, almost counting the seconds waiting for the tiger to do something, but he just continued to eat away at his tailhole. He soon heard the quick, hard slaps of the tiger's paw smacking his hip. He looked back and saw the feline's paw on his dick fapping away and he realized he was masturbating. The feline was pleasuring himself to the smell of feline sex and rodent ass. It was becoming less and less odd to the inexperienced mouse, but each new sexual act they performed on or with him still seemed novel and peculiar to him.

Kish growled as the tastes and smells of the small, round backside excited him vehemently. The paw on Rishi's back had moved to the base of his tail and gripped it tightly, holding it and rubbing it. Rishi moaned, but didn't move as he felt no obligation to do anything for the tiger. The way he was trying to get off was entirely up to him and all he needed to do was keep his butt still for the feline. The tiger was enjoying his meal as his eyes were closed and his lips were enveloping parts of the mouse's rump. His tongue had pressed inside passed the tight ring into Rishi's dark cavernous interior and snaked around inside, lapping up whatever it could find.

Before too long, he retracted his tongue and grit his teeth as he came close. He shoved his nose back into the odoriferous pucker as he fapped as fast as he could, tensing up every muscle in his body until he finally released his second load on the floor. As he peaked, he grabbed the mouse's thigh with his other paw and pulled him back, burying his face in Rishi's butt, letting the potent smell enhance his climax to its full potential. He spewed rope after rope of thick, hot tiger semen on the ground, squeezing his dick as he pulled to wheedle out the last ounce of his essence. Once the last drop of clear liquid seeped out of his dick, the tiger relaxed, letting go of his penis and Rishi's thigh and separating his muzzle from the mouse's rump.

Kish breathed heavily for a moment, panting from the exertion while Rishi merely lay still, waiting a moment before turning back to see the tiger recover from his post-orgasmic reverie. He said nothing, but watched and waited for the feline to make some kind of movement or request of the mouse. After a few minutes, he finally called to the mouse.

"Rishi, come down here. I need you to clean up this mess for me," he commanded, never opening his eyes.

Rishi did as bade and picked himself up and stepped away from the bed. As he looked down at the stone floor, he noticed the small pool of semen on the ground. He didn't need to be told what to do, but he still objected to it. Knowing his obligations, he knelt down and leaned over, bringing his muzzle down to the clear, pungent liquid and licked away, taking small samples with each lick. The taste was salty and tangy, as usual, and Rishi winced in displeasure as he performed the task. Kish opened his eyes and watched as the rodent followed the felines' orders now with no hesitation and displayed only minor feelings of aversion.

Rishi finished cleaning the floor of tiger spunk and looked up at the feline, their eyes locking as Kish sported a rather humored smile on his face. The tiger moved forward on his hands and knees and grabbed the mouse behind the head and gave him another kiss. Rishi allowed the tiger to do as he wanted, pressing his tongue into his mouth and tainting it with his breath, but the experience was far worse than any previous kiss the cat had given him. The taste of cum from three different felines and his own ass was present in the tiger's spit and it made the poor mouse gag from disgust. He grimaced in displeasure, tensing up instinctively, but Kish held him close, keeping their muzzles pressed together and providing no means of escape from the vile conglomeration of cum and ass. Rishi bore it as best he could, clenching his fists and flexing every muscle in his body.

The kiss went on a bit too long for the mouse's comfort, but when Kish finally broke it, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief in through his mouth. He was still wincing when Kish looked at him, but Rishi didn't care. The taste was horrendous, even after cleaning up to other felines after having their cocks up his ass. Kish just chuckled at the rodent's discomfort.

"It's rather potent, isn't it; the taste? That's what happens to the scent when you make love over and over again," the tiger said.

Make love? the mouse questioned. Nevertheless, it made sense. He'd already had two other felines pound him before and now a third did as well. It would make sense that the scent would get stronger and stronger as more amorous activities were performed. He figured he probably didn't notice it the last time because his mind was so focused on having been attacked by Amarro. It could still get worse, though, as Jarai and Lord Allon still had their turns with the rodent and he knew with their tendencies to make out after sex, he'd be getting a mouthful of some ripe flavors.

"Congratulations, though. You're more than halfway done."

The thought that he was getting closer to the finish line of this evening's draining techniques brightened his outlook, even though the residuals of the tiger's last kiss still loitered in his mouth. He smiled a little, letting a corner of his muzzle rise in happiness at the prospect. Kish patted his shoulder and stood up, walking towards the door as Rishi did the same. The tiger opened the door and stood aside, allowing the mouse to leave.

"That was fun, Rishi. I hope the rest of the night goes as smoothly for you."

"Thank you, kind Sir." Rishi smiled and passed by Kish, looking up into his eyes and nodding as he did.

He then trekked over to the other side of the hall towards Jarai's room. The lynx was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, cock out and half hard, with a wicked smile on his muzzle. "Finally! I've been waiting all day for this."

The way the lynx said it made Rishi's heart jump into his throat. He seemed sadistic in his tone, but the mouse knew the guard was fairly respectful in his handling of the rodent. He walked up to the last Royal Guard of the night and was about to walk into the room when Jarai placed a paw on his chest, halting his entrance. The mouse stood there and stared back at the feline, who looked him down and up and sniffed the air around him. Rishi had noticed that he was starting to stink noticeably as the night went on and the smell would probably offend most natives of the Plains. But for the lynx, the smell was enticing as he trilled and began to purr. He cocked his head to the side, signaling for Rishi to enter his domicile, for which the mouse complied.

4

With the doors closed, Rishi stood in front of the last bed of the Royal Guards that he'd get to know for the night as he was fucked. He did nothing but wait until the royal member told him what to do. His heart was pounding as the night had proceeded without any real problems and he was concerned that the lynx may very well be the one that breaks that streak.

"You know," he started as he placed a paw on the mouse's shoulder, "there are advantages to being the last one of the Court to accept your offering, mouse." He ran both paws down to the mouse's waist and stuck his nose into the mouse's neck fur just like Kish did and took a big, long whiff of the rank musk the rodent was retaining. He growled and hissed as he reached lustful bliss, his claws extending and digging hard into the mouse's sides. Rishi clenched his eyes shut and tensed up at the pain, which withered away quickly as the lynx came down from his quick high.

"Going last means you have to wait the longest for release, which is a real pain when we're exposed to the alluring scent of a virile male, such as yourself." Rishi blushed as he never considered himself virile. Jarai moved his muzzle down, sniffing away at the strong scent under the mouse's arm. "But when everyone else has gone first, the scent of the male is so strong with sweat and natural musk, as well as the musk and cum of every other male that's already taken him, that it drives the mind wild with ecstasy and it makes the experience..." he knelt down, holding the mouse by the hips, staring at the matted fur on his backside, "that much more enjoyable."

He ran his muzzle under Rishi's tail and into his crack and sniffed at the monumental musk contained within, trilling and purring ecstatically. Every word the lynx said was a complete contradiction to the mouse's thoughts. He got a sample of the smell the feline was getting off on and it wasn't sexually stimulating, but nausea-inducing. He didn't want to sniff away at what the lynx had his muzzle buried in, but gag in revulsion. It perplexed him how anyone, especially people of such a reputed upbringing, could possibly get turned on by the stench of sweaty ass and musky cock. Regardless, he willingly lifted his tail out of the way so the lynx could partake in his odd affinity.

Jarai seemed to take kindly to that as his purrs grew and he pressed his nose hard against his backside. The situation was pretty similar to what Kish did with the lynx anointing himself with the scent, then licking at his tailhole before plunging it into his depths. Rishi stood complacent for the moment, happy that he didn't have to do anything, before he felt himself being jerked around. He almost stumbled over before he caught himself, but Jarai kept his paws on the mouse's hips, holding him steady. But now he had his muzzle pressed up against Rishi's crotch, sniffing away at the sweaty, musky scrotum. He rubbed it, licked it, and nuzzled it, spreading the scent of the mouse's ass all over it, much to Rishi's dismay. He'd now have a better vantage point for reminding him of what the night had beheld for him.

Jarai quit face-fondling his crotch and looked up at the mouse, eyes locked with a sinister smile. He ran a paw along his belly, rubbing and massaging it through the fur and it was unnerving to the worried subject. Everything the lynx did was a mystery to the rodent. Jarai then stood up and walked around Rishi, climbing onto the bed and lying on his back. Rishi turned around and stared as the feline positioned himself on the bed.

He looked back at the mouse and gestured to him. "Alright, let's go."

Rishi looked confused. "What am I doing, Sir?"

"I want you to sit on my face."

These cats are weird, he thought to himself, but wasn't about to argue. He climbed on the bed, as instructed, and shuffled over to the headrest. The whole time, Jarai watched him move and it was rather unsettling to the rodent. He was kneeling next to the lynx as he lifted one leg over and moved into position so that he was straddling the feline's neck.

"That's it, white boy. Get that butt in my face."

Rishi's ass was mere inches away from Jarai's muzzle and the lynx was wagging his tail excitedly. After he shuffled a bit to get comfortable, Rishi backed his small, odorous rear end up into Jarai's face and let him enjoy the lust-inducing emanations. The lynx nuzzled against his rump some more, sniffing it and licking it while purring into it. It was somewhat satisfying to the mouse to be on top of one of the Royal Court members, although having the feline's barbed cock staring him in the face wasn't particularly amenable and neither was the musk wafting from it into his nasal cavity.

"Now, suck me off slowly," the lynx commanded before resuming his ass worship.

Rishi felt it was inevitable as this is what the feline did with him since their first time together. Rishi sighed discontentedly before leaning forward, pulling his body forward away from Jarai's muzzle in order to reach his five-inch cock. The mouse grabbed a hold of the cat's buttocks as he opened his muzzle and slowly enveloped the smelly cock. Jarai moaned with pleasure as the mouse took his penis into his warm mouth. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head, elevating it so he didn't have to lean forward to reach the rodent's backside.

Rishi had no trouble encasing the entirety of Jarai's dick in his muzzle, but as before it smelled worse than any of the other feline members. He winced in displeasure, but didn't gag as he'd already gotten his fill of a more foul smell. Nevertheless, the scent that the lynx produced was distracting and hard to ignore. He wondered if the feline only washed once right after the tributes so that his crotch would smell for the mouse's sake or if it was just his natural musk. The taste was just as bad, if not worse. Whatever the case, he had to endure it so he wrapped his tongue around the prickly glans and created a suction with his lips and began thrusting the meat in and out of his mouth.

Jarai groaned into Rishi's ass and continued eating him out, ecstatic from the mixture of sensations for his nose, his mouth, and his groin. Rishi was less enthralled about the selection of sensations, but he bore it well enough. Jarai was thrusting upward into Rishi's mouth and the rodent responded by squeezing the lynx's cheeks. Jarai seemed to respond well because he grabbed onto Rishi's thighs and held them taut as he rimmed the mouse. The sight was unpleasant for Rishi, watching the furry testicles bounce up and down at the feline's thrusts. He decided to close his eyes and think of Samantha, figuring the distracting taste and treatment of his rear would prevent him from getting excited.

They continued on for some time and the nauseating smell and taste was getting worse as Jarai began to perspire, releasing a more potent musk for the mouse to endure. Rishi could feel the lynx bob his dick inside his muzzle and figured he was getting close. It wasn't long after that when Jarai groaned and a hot wave of lynx sperm shot out into the mouse's muzzle. It hit the back of his throat, forcing him to swallow instinctively, but another shot and another landed on his tongue, exciting his taste buds and making him grimace. Jarai held Rishi's ass close, taking in the scent as Kish did to enhance his orgasm. After a few more squirts, his balls were empty and Rishi was happy that he didn't have to swallow anymore tart lynx jizz.

Jarai rubbed the mouse's back at the base of his tail. "That was good, boy. Again."

Disappointed, Rish continued sucking off the lynx, running his tongue across the sensitive head and eliciting cries of overstimulation from the feline. Rishi took his tongue away, wondering how the feline might feel about abusing his overactive glans.

"No, don't stop. Go ahead and lick my head. I wanna feel it."

Rishi obeyed and continued to run his tongue across the feline's tip and Jarai cried out as if in pain. The mouse abused the sensitive member and Jarai merely jammed his face into Rishi's butt, gritting his teeth and finding sensuality from the scent. He also began humping Rishi's face again, each thrust quick and forceful. Rishi tried to lick the tip some more, but found his tongue pressed against his teeth when he tried, so he just sucked him off.

"Mouse, I want you to get me off faster. Reach under my tail and stick a finger inside my asshole."

The mouse followed the uncomfortable command and reached between the lynx's leg, feeling underneath his bouncing ball sack and finding the tight pucker between his furry cheeks. He decided to insert his middle finger as it was the thickest, driving it in up to the knuckle. He wasn't sure what to do, so he just moved it around, in and out, up and down, until the cat spoke again.

"I need more. Stick in two."

Rishi did as instructed, sticking in his index finger and continuing to move it around.

"Now three."

Rishi knew his hands were small, but wondered exactly how much of his hand he'd be able to shove up the lynx's ass. He did as told and stuck his ring finger inside, moving all three fingers around.

"Now four."

Rishi went ahead and stuck his pinky inside, moving it around, in and out, up and down, in a circle. Jarai was groaning in pleasure and his thrusts were becoming erratic. Rishi was impressed, but the lynx wasn't done yet.

"Now, I want you to shove your entire paw inside me."

Rishi's eyes went wide at the request, but with a cock in his maw, he wasn't in any position to question the guard. He formed a spear with his thumb and gently shove the entirety of his paw inside the lynx's rectum, opening his pucker up wide. Jarai let out the loudest groan Rishi had heard yet from any of the court members. Once all the way in, his sphincter tightened around his wrist, forming a tight suction around it. The feline's insides were warm to the touch. The mouse formed a fist and began pumping inside the cat, pulling against the closed anus before relieving the tension. The fisting action was a bit too much to handle for the feline and in no time he released his second orgasm into Rishi's muzzle.

Jarai threw his head back and yelled, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" He arched his back and stopped moving, allowing the slick semen to flow naturally into and down the mouse's gullet. Rishi stopped moving his fist, but kept licking at Jarai's penis, encouraging as much of the sticky fluid out as he could get. After a moment, the lynx laid back, restful but panting. Rishi was about to remove his hand before Jarai spoke up.

"Leave it in a moment."

He complied and kept still. Lying there, soaking in the aftereffects of the lynx's second climax, the fur on the feline glistening with sweat. The smell wafting from him was strong and musky and the taste of cock and cum was fueling his distaste for the feline's natural scent. The addition of his own scent and the mixture of residuals left behind by the other guard's climaxes to the scent of the lynx was making him light-headed and he wanted more than anything to breathe through his mouth at the moment. The warmth of the feline's ass on his paw wasn't helping matters.

Finally, the cat slapped Rishi hard on the butt, causing him to cry out on the cock and open up his muzzle around it. "Alright, remove your paw and lie down on the bed."

Rish pulled Jarai's penis out of his mouth and breathe heavily through his muzzle before opening up his hand and slowly pulling it out of the cat's tight ring. Jarai moaned loudly, squeezing his pucker as he did so, before it was finally free. Rishi caught the scent of the cat's ass on his paw and he grew more and more uncomfortable by the minute. Following Jarai's command, he turned around, waiting for Jarai to move aside and then laid down on the bed.

"Face down, flat on the bed," the lynx added.

Rishi did so, paws at his side, legs splayed out, cock and balls nestled snugly under his waist. Jarai then climbed on top of him.

"See, the scent on your ass is strong, but it's obviously old and too clean. And I know our Lord and he will want a fresh coat of paint on that ass, so hold still while I finish up."

With that, the lynx moved his cock to Rishi's backside and quickly shoved it in. Rishi felt the pressure, but it was hardly anything to concern himself with. Even the raking of his barbs against his intestine didn't have much of an impact. Jarai held onto Rishi's torso and began plowing his ass, no doubt having little left to spend from one more orgasm. The mouse didn't care, though. He was just happy to be able to breathe through his mouth again.

The lynx grunted with each thrust, short and powerful as they were as the twice now satisfied feline would have to work harder to coax out a third orgasm. The smell of the mouse's fist after being exposed to the cat's innards wafted to Rishi's nose and mixed with every other lustful scent in the room. He opened his mouth to breathe, but it did little good and the mouse was forced to bear it a while longer. Fortunately, the feeling of a barbed-lynx cock pounding away at his ass gave little discomfort and even stimulated him a bit pleasurably. It gave some comfort to the mouse and his requisite activities with the feline.

It was a good ten minutes, maybe fifteen, before Jarai slowed his thrusts in preparation for his, hopefully, final climax. Rishi was anticipating the release and even clenched his asshole around Jarai's cock to enhance his experience. What he hadn't anticipated was that before the lynx expunged his seed, he let go of Rishi's torso and removed his member from the mouse's rectum. As he did, the feline penis erupted and a third, albeit less voluminous, wave of lynx jizz surged out in spurts and splattered all over the rodent's rough behind. Each rope of semen made a warm spattering on Rishi's rump, who tilted his head back in surprise. Jarai reached back and held his dick in place, coating the rodent's butt with clear, feline ejaculate.

Before long, his third orgasm subsided and Jarai sat back on his haunches staring down at the mouse. Rishi turned his head and looked back at the feline, who was smiling down at him. He looked over Rishi's wet rump and nodded. "There we go. Now the Lord has something to look forward to."

He gave the rodent's thigh a rub and leaned forward to kiss the mouse on the cheek (facial cheek that is) before standing up. He ordered Rishi to clean up his cock, which he did without question. The taste of lynx jizz and mouse ass was as vulgar as ever, but nothing surprising. Once done, the lynx opened the door and led the mouse out. Kish and Dubois were standing in the hall talking with one another, still completely naked. Amarro's door was wide open, but he was not inside and was nowhere in the main hall.

Rishi gave a light bow to the lynx, who bowed his head respectfully in return. The mouse then turned and walked over to the double doors leading to his final sexual encounter of the evening. Out in the open, he got a much better picture of his individual smell and he absolutely reeked of sex. His scent was strong, musky, and emanated potent samples of male essence from every other feline in the hall. He wrinkled his nose at it, impatient to finally be done with this as he took a long, deep breath through his muzzle. He gave a rough knock on the door, at least as rough as he could muster given his small paws, and called to the inside.

"Lord Allon. It's me, Rishi. The rest of the Royal Court is finished with me and I am ready to pay my tribute to you, sire."

"Ah, Rishi," he said from the other side of the door. "I've been waiting for you. Come on in." He sounded excited.

5

Rishi turned the handle and pushed the doors open slowly and as he did he caught the shuffling motion of the cougar as he got into position on the bed. Once the doors were fully open, he got the full view of the puma lord. He was sitting on his haunches, legs spread, testicles dangling under his sheath, and his fully erect foot long sausage sticking out of it, standing tall like a stone monument. His paws were resting on his thighs, his tail twitching behind him. He had a smile on his face that conveyed a mixture of affection and sadism. The mouse gulped a bit before he walked in, closing the doors behind him.

"Why don't you come close to your lord, little mousy?"

Rishi's heart began to beat a bit faster at the intimidating sight of his lordship. No matter how many times he's met with him, the cougar's mighty stature always made him nervous. Even though he'd known him and met with him at least once a week for over a year, his height and rippling muscles of a god would make anyone nervous. Add to that the fact that he sported a rock hard shaft, thick as a pepperoni sausage, that would be entering either his muzzle or his butt just added tension to an already stressful situation.

He stepped forward towards the bed, carefully watching the feline. Allon watched the mouse as he moved towards him, a low purr escaping his muzzle as he did. Rishi climbed onto the bed on his paws and knees and crawled down over to the puma lord. Once he got right up next to him, he got up onto his knees and sat back on his haunches, but with his knees firmly together. His rodent package rested limply in his crotch. The cougar sniffed the air once he caught the strong scent of the sexed-up mouse and he smiled wide and moaned, closing his eyes as he got off to the smell and began to purr even louder.

"Oh, my. I see the others were busy with you tonight. You smell... *sniff* *sniff* *sniff* like any feline would go into heat if they caught your scent."

Rishi was aware that with all the feline sex on him, he was covered in pheromones and the scent would no doubt excite a number of male and female cats. Rishi blushed at the statement, not sure if he meant it as a compliment or if he was just teasing the rodent. "Yes, sir. I know I stink quite a bit, sire."

The cougar smiled. "Yes, but it's an arousing stink, little mouse. Why don't you come a bit closer."

This was the beginning of the end for the night and Rishi was actually excited to finally be through, though he was a bit hesitant to do so given the dominating presence of the feline. He slowly moved forward, inching closer and closer to Allon and moving in between his legs. It was then that he noticed the lord wasn't entirely naked. Around his neck he wore a plain, black leather collar, form fitting, with a ring on the front and a clasp dangling down from it. It was surprising, and odd, to the mouse to the see the lord wearing an item usually worn by either prisoners or...

Rishi paused as a thought crossed his mind, a thought that he might be getting treated to one of the lord's kinks tonight. It was something he'd considered when preparing for the evening, though it was another possible preference that had many potential applications. He'd toyed with bondage before with his wife, but the trust he shared with her was far stronger than it was with Lord Allon, so if that's what he was going for, it gave the little mouse a new level of apprehension. He swallowed his pride, and the saliva building up in his mouth, and continued to slide down until he was kneeling right between the cougar's thighs, now a mere foot away from the feline. His own stench masked the scent of the cougar quite well, but he could still detect a hint of the musk. It was much more subtle than his own, obviously, but within it he could discern the smell of lust and that same, familiar hunger the others all display when they wanted to ravage the unfortunate mammal's body.

Allon grabbed the side of Rishi's head, enveloping it in his paw, and pulled him forward, leaning forward into his neck and sniffing away at the scent contained within his fur. The smell made the large feline trill with excitement. "Mmmm, you are just... delicious," he said hazily. He continued sniffing away at his neck and his chest, letting his nose roam through the dirty, white fur like a dog sniffing out a buried bone. He licked his lips and smiled seductively at the disinclined rodent in front of him. He wrapped another paw around the base of the mouse's back and pulled him forward, holding him against his body while his muzzle contacted Rishi's and began frenching away in a passionate kiss.

Rishi let the cougar lord work his muzzle and his tongue on his own, getting a muzzle full of the puma's spit as it was shared between the two. The cougar's cock was pressed up between the two as their bodies were held together. The cougar was unusually warm to the touch, much warmer than he'd ever felt from him or the other Royal Members. While Allon closed his eyes and worked his maw in a sensuous kiss, Rishi wrapped his own paws around the feline's back, rubbing him passionately as an obedient sex partner would. He didn't kiss back much, preferring to let the cougar do all the work as he'd had enough experience for the night making out with feline men that he was tired and didn't feel like continuing to put any effort into it. So instead, he allowed the puma full access to his maw and no resistance. Whether for better or for worse, Allon attacked the rodent's mouth, teeth clashing with teeth, tongue clashing with tongue, and copious amounts of feline and rodent saliva transferring between mouse and cougar with some spilling over the sides. Smalls trickles of drool ran down the sides of both their muzzles, dripping off their chin or continuing down their chests.

Allon broke the kiss after a while as that seemed to be a common occurrence from the cat. Rishi was beginning to expect every session with the cougar to begin with a hot, slobbery, drawn out make out session. Allon brought a paw to Rishi's neck, wrapping all five fingers around it gently and rubbing it sensuously. Rishi was worried about what the feline had planned, but as long as his teeth weren't involved, he should be OK with it. He was so preoccupied with what the cougar might do that he hadn't even noticed when he brought the other paw up and wound a leather collar around his neck. The action took the rodent by surprise and he widened his eyes and try to pull away in response.

"What-" was all he could get out before the cougar grabbed him and held him in place.

"Don't worry, it's alright." Rishi tried to shuffle away, concerned for his safety, when he got a mild shake from the feline. "Stop it. I told you, I'm not gonna hurt you. Now just relax."

After the shock of the potential harm that could be done to him passed, he did as was commanded and stopped moving. His heart still raced though and his breathing was somewhat labored. Allon got the collar on and buckled it in place. It was form fitting, just like Allon's. He then shifted it around so that a ring attached to the collar was now positioned at the front of the mouse's neck. Rishi began to wonder if he was gonna put a leash on him and make him walk around like a dog or tie him up completely with even more restraints. He didn't see anymore on or around the bed and then he looked back at the collar the cougar wore and suddenly his intention seemed a little more clear. His heart kept palpitating and he was beginning to shake nervously.

"Now, lie down on your back."

Allon moved out of the way to give the mouse room to position himself on the bed. He did as commanded, lying on his back and facing the tormentor above him. Allon noticed the little wet spot where the mouse had been sitting and looked to see the matted fur on his backside and smiled.

"Looks like Jarai left you without cleaning you off first. Normally, we don't do that, but Jarai knows how I like my asses after they've been used." He chuckled at the mouse's shameful expense.

Allon, kneeling off to the side, turned towards Rishi and leaned forward, slinking a finger through the ring in his collar and pulling him up off the bed. He stopped when their noses were touching and the mouse reached up and grabbed the male's muscly forearms reflexively. Allon didn't seem to mind as he let his tongue escape his lips and lick upwards along the mouse's muzzle before giving him another strong kiss. They made out for a while longer before the puma slowly lowered him back to the bed, Rishi releasing his paws from the cat's arm.

Alllon then focused his attention on the cum-soaked rump on Rishi. He lifted the mouse's legs into the air, with Rishi assisting the feline, and leaned down to sniff at it, whiffing up the strong musk and moaning sensuously. He pressed his muzzle up against the mouse's ass, breathing in the smell of sex and sweat, until he began licking it. Several laps from his tongue on one cheek and then another, cleaning up the essence of feline maleness splayed out on his subject's furry hide. He then licked upwards in between the crack, taking in the sensual flavor of the night's activities and purring loudly in pleasure. Once the majority of the tart treat had been cleaned from his ass, he went inside the mouse's anus to get at the remaining fluid, jamming his tongue hard and deep inside his colon. He moved it around, licking away and basking in the taste, stimulating the nerves and making Rishi shudder with nervous delight.

After a few minutes, the cougar removed his tongue and licked his lips as he repositioned himself behind the mouse. Now was the moment Rishi had dreaded, not for fear of what he knew would happen, but because of the uncertainty that he was well enough prepared. The cougar lord was far thicker in his shaft than any other member of the Royal Court and the memory of the agony his ass suffered that night was still fresh in his mind. He practiced abundantly, bearing the uncomfortable feeling of shoving long, hard objects up his own ass in anticipation of this very moment, but he still held concern it wasn't sufficient. It didn't matter, though, as the cougar looked hungry for his tailhole, used, loose, and slick. However this turned out, he'd done all he could and despite the resulting assault on his senses, everyone else helped.

Allon spread the mouse's legs, still in the air, and brought a paw down to position his long, thick dick right up against the tiny sphincter. Allon licked his lips and Rishi braced himself, gripping the bed tightly. The cougar moved his hips forward, pressing the head of his penis up against the mouse's anus. Rishi bit his lip and tried everything he could to loosen the muscles on his tight right. The cougar placed his paws on either side of the mouse, holding himself steady, and slowly pushed forward, spreading the rodent wide open as his glans entered into him. Despite his efforts and the loosening by the other four felines, the penetration still sent a wave of fiery pain up the mouse's body and Rishi squeaked and whimpered in pain. Allon looked down at the suffering rodent and almost appeared to feel sorry for him, but he continued to push forward, opening him up wider and causing a more heightened pain to surge throughout the mouse's body. Rishi moaned and gasped and held his breath as inch after inch was slowly inserted into his deep cavernous insides. The mouse clenched his jaw shut as his ring was being opened up wider by the base of the cougar's shaft and the pain was becoming noticeably harsh. He remembered last time the feline used an artificial lubricant to ease the insertion, but this time he relied entirely on the lord's spit and nothing on his cock.

Soon, Rishi felt the cougar's strong thighs press up against his small rump and the furry rim of his sheath contact his stretched tailhole. The lord had hilted him completely and despite how wide his hole had opened, it didn't tear this time. Rishi could feel his asshole pulsating with each heartbeat and he was certain that the cougar could feel it as well. Allon paused a moment to give him a moment to acclimate and as the time went on the burning sensation in his ass became a mixture of hot and cold. The pain became more bearable and Rishi breathed again, panting at first, but slowing down after a moment. Allon's muzzle was right in front of Rishi's, smiling down at him with hot breath hitting him hard. The cougar began kissing him and the mouse kissed back, still gripping the bed. After a few seconds, the mouse felt the clasp that was hanging from the ring on Allon's collar latch onto his own. Now his collar and the cougar's collar were connected, holding the two mating partners close together. Allon stopped kissing Rishi and smiled wickedly at the mouse, who just gulped nervously. His muzzle was less than an inch away from Rishi's and as he lifted his head up, the connection on their collar's forced the mouse's head up as well. He released his grip from the bed and placed a paw on Allon's shoulder, trying to hold him back, but there was nothing he could do. The cougar merely chuckled and wrapped his paws around the rodent's back and slowly lowered him down to the bed.

He began kissing him again, to which Rishi responded by weakly kissing back, as the cougar slowly pulled his cock out of the mouse's tight ass before shoving it back in. Rishi moaned, the pressure on his anal sphincter as the thick shaft moved in and out taking his breath away. Allon continued to make out with him as he humped the small rodent, but Rishi could barely reciprocate. It took a while before he was used to the giant phallus inside of him and even then he still had trouble consciously attempting any actions, but he tried. He brought his paws up and placed one on the cougar's muscular arms and the other he wrapped around the back of the cougar's collared neck. Oddly enough, he found a strange sense of intrigue at the feel of the rippling bicep and tricep he was fondling.

The cougar's thrusts were slow and short, but the mouse felt every one. As he made out with Rishi, his muzzle moved around and as it did he jerked on the clasp holding the two together, causing Rishi to jerk with him. It didn't take long before he was thrusting faster, his claws extending and digging very lightly into Rishi's skin. Allon purred into each kiss, as he normally did, but the vibrations were barely noticed by the mouse, who continued to moan uncontrollably as he was plowed by what felt like a wooden beam. As the thrusts got faster, Rishi also noticed the feeling of his cock head pressing up against his intestine, causing further discomfort from a feeling of pressure.

After a short while, Allon reached up and grabbed Rishi's arms at the wrist, holding them to the side, and then broke the kiss. He looked down at the rodent who moaned and grimaced in discomfort as well as worry. Allon, who was thrusting rather quickly now and panting sensuously, leaned back, picking Rishi up off the bed and holding him up by his collar, and kept that position as he pumped harder and faster now. Beads of sweat appeared throughout his golden-brown fur as he perspired. After a few moments, the cougar moaned loudly, his hot, acrid breath hitting Rishi right in the face as his grip tightened around the mouse's wrists and his cock pulsated as he reached climax.

His cock spurted inside Rishi's insides, releasing one wave after another of hot, cougar seed into his ass. He moaned loudly, his shaft shoved completely into the dark depths of Rishi's bowels, pressing hard against the sensitive organs. Rishi moaned as he did so, feeling as though his cock was pressing right up against his lungs. The act took his breath away, making it hard to breath and frightening in one aspect, but inadvertently pleasurable in another. The mouse couldn't really explain why, but the sensation of feeling the pressure explode in his anus and his bowels was oddly titillating, even though he was still concerned the large pole would still cause a tear just like last time.

Allon continued to pant, hot and meaty breath bombarding Rishi's muzzle to which he wrinkled his nose in disgust. The cougar continued small, rapid thrusts in and out of the mouse's butt until he got every ounce of cum out of his balls. He held firmly onto the rodent's wrists, tight pressure causing mild pain, but controlled enough to keep from damaging them. Eventually, he stopped pumping, closing his eyes and catching his breath as his orgasm subsided and they both basked in the afterglow. Rishi waited patiently, hoping the lord would let go of his wrists and lower him down to the bed as the pull on his collar was causing a bit of discomfort in his neck. He slowly, possibly unintentionally, lowered himself, allowing Rishi to lie back down on the bed and relax. He also let go of his wrists to which the mouse opened and closed his fists in an attempt to relieve some of the stress.

Allon's purring had dwindled to a light vibration. When he opened his eyes to stare back at the mouse, who was looking back with expecting eyes, the intensity of his purrs increased again and he smiled comfortingly.

"You look worried, Rishi. You did good. I see you've loosened up quite a bit since the last time we mated. You must be feeling very proud of yourself now. Not many people can handle taking my pride. It took Dubois months before he could take my cock without whimpering and his asshole was practically made to be sheathed by big kitties." He licked Rishi's muzzle, the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of cougar spit as it passed over his nostrils. "I'm glad you can take me so well. I know you're still probably not used to it yet, but it'll come with time. But now, it's gonna get rough."

With that, he leaned back, pulling Rishi by the neck with him as he sat up on his haunches. Rishi let out a loud 'oomph' as he was dragged with the cougar and groaned uncomfortably as gravity began pulling him down on the lord's cock. Allon waisted no time wrapping his arms around the mouse, holding him in a tight embrace, as one paw reached up and held his head in place so he could attack his muzzle with fervent passion as he began thrusting upward, beginning he second mating with the rodent. Each thrust attained a grunt from the poor mouse, who felt the pressure increasing in his pucker to a throbbing pain that was increasing his discomfort levels. He placed his paws on Allon's shoulders, attempting to push away to protest, but the cougar held on tight and Rishi got the message. There was nothing he could do. When he moaned, he moaned into the puma's rampant muzzle and as he whimpered from the pain, he gurgled the feline's saliva as it pooled in the back of his throat. He swallowed as it began to overflow, the rancid taste exacerbating his displeasure, while streams of spit leaked out of their muzzles and soaked through his and Allon's fur. He wrapped his legs around the cougar's waist, squeezing and holding on tight.

It went on like that for some time, the cougar never releasing the rodent's muzzle from his own, his bobbing thrusts creating tension in the mouse's ass, and the scent from perspiration of both animals driving them out of their normal minds. Allon became more lustful and Rishi became more sickened as the smell grew more potent. The clank of metal scraping metal resounded as the clasp connecting their collars chafed along the rings on both collars.

Allon eventually broke the kiss and removed his paws from Rishi and leaned back, resting his paws behind him and forcing Rishi forward onto him. He continued bobbing upward, his cock rubbing up against the slick intestine, bringing him closer to his second orgasm. Allon smiled at the rodent, who at first tried to back away from the lord, but being reminded once again by the tug on his collar that he was strapped to him. He relented and fell forward, bringing his muzzle down accidentally onto Allon's into an unintentional kiss. Allon chuckled and kissed back and Rishi, despite the accidental nature, reciprocated and kissed back.

It wasn't long after that Allon was thrusting upward with reckless abandon, shoving the rodent into the air and making the mouse 'oomph' each time. Finally, his thrusts slowed and he let out a long growl as his cock once again pulsed and released his cum into Rishi's bowels. Rishi whimpered and groaned as Allon shoved his cock upward, pressing the wide sheath up against Rishi's tailhole as if to try to fit it inside of him. The orgasm lasted a good long minute before it subsided and Allon relaxed, leaning back on his paws and his haunches as he caught his breath.

He looked back at the mouse who was shuddering, sweat-covered fur glimmering as he shook. Allon looked worriedly at the rodent. "You alright, Rishi?"

Rishi looked back at the cougar, his face contorted in pain. "Lord Allon... Sire... are you... will you..."

The cougar chuckled and licked the mouse's cheek. "You're so cute."

Rishi blushed before the feline picked himself off his paws, shaking from his own weakness brought on by two strong orgasms. He laid the mouse back down on the bed, relieving a bit of tension in his pucker for which the mouse was extremely grateful. Allon licked his muzzle softly and seductively as he began to unclasp his collar, disconnecting him from the cougar. He then grabbed the rodent's legs under his thighs and roughly pulled out his still hard member. Rishi groaned as the coarse skin of Allon's dick rubbed against his weak muscle, but once his head popped out and all pressure on his ring was gone, the mouse let out a long, hard moan that the cougar couldn't help but laugh at.

"Heh, heh. Bet you're really glad to have my schlong out of you now, aren't you?"

Rishi nodded. "Oh, yes sire."

It was as if a large trunk had been removed from on top of him and it was incredibly satisfying, but what was really intriguing was that Rishi found an absurd pleasure from the entire experience of having the pressure placed on him to having it removed. If they removed the pain, the smell, the taste, and the fact that it was another man's penis that was causing it, he might actually enjoy it. He kept that little bit of information to himself, though. He lay there now, basking in the freedom granted his ass. He soon felt another pressure on his tailhole, but this time coming from inside. The lord's climaxes left a large pool of cougar jizz inside of him and it was on its way out now. Try as he might, he couldn't hold it in and the clear, tangy liquid oozed out of his anus and pooled under his tail on the bed.

Rishi blushed with embarrassment, but Allon smiled sensually. "Mmm, last order of the night."

The cougar leaned forward and began licking up his own juices as they poured out of Rishi's asshole, he eagerly lapped up the fluid, purring as he did, cleaning away the last remnants of the night's activities. Once finished, he looked at the mouse, who stared back at him and gave a light grin.

"One last thin for you to do, mousy."

Rishi nodded. "Yes, Lord Allon."

The cougar stepped off the bed, sweat beads pooling in parts of his fur and dribbling off onto the stone floor as he moved. Rishi scooted off the bed, trying his hardest not to release anymore semen out of his tailhole. He got onto his knees and cleaned the cougar's cock as he'd done the other members before now. As before, it tasted horrendous, the scent and taste of five felines mixed with his overly abused rectum made for a wretched meal, but he bore it no worse now than he had before. He cleaned it well till he could barely detect the cum and ass that used to coat it and once he was finished, the cougar patted him on his head and purred.

"Very good, mousy. You're getting really good at this." A bit of an unwanted compliment to the rodent still. "I think in no time, you'll be able to come mate with us with no problems. And who knows..." he reached under the mouse's chin, bringing his eyes to meet with Allon's, "you might even learn to like it."

A scary thought, but the mouse doubted it would ever happen. He merely stared back at the cougar who eventually backed away and moved towards the doors. He opened them and the cold air from the main hallway flowed into the bedroom and wrapped itself around Rishi's warm, moist fur. He shivered at the touch and stood up quickly. Allon stepped out and Rishi followed out shortly after. Amarro was standing at the base of the steps wearing his pants, but nothing else. At the far end of the hall to the right of the mouse was a room that Kish had just exited from and Dubois was standing beside it, waiting to go in.

"I don't need the Ferochens for that. I have you," the cheetah said to the tiger as he gave a friendly swipe. Kish turned violently towards his comrade and made a motion to strike, causing Dubois to back away and laugh at his expense.

"Just go wash up, kid. I'll meet you in the training grounds after you're done."

"What? You don't need me to wash up. I know you like the way I smell."

"Exactly. That's the problem. I wanna fight you, but smelling like that, I wanna fuck you. So go clean your musky ass up, you little shithead."

They were both smiling at each other, taunting each other as friends and comrades do. As Kish approached the steps, he saw Allon and Rishi and smiled. "Hey there, you two. All finished?"

"Indeed."

"How'd it go?"

The cougar turned to his rodent subject. "He's gotten quite a bit better since his first time. I don't think it'll be long before he's perfectly content with his obligations to us." The tiger nodded. Rishi remained silent. "Amarro! You still have his clothes?"

The lion pointed at the Lord's Seat. "I placed them right there for him, Roland."

The cougar looked and saw the mouse's clothes folded nicely in his chair. "Well done. I guess that'll work from now on." He turned back to Rishi. "Alright, Rishi, get dressed. You're done. I look forward to next week."

Rishi smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Sire. I'm glad I'm able to make contributions to you and the Royal Court members."

Allon chuckled. "Believe me, so are we."

He winked at the mouse and patted him on the back, sending him on his way. Rishi got dressed quickly and headed out the door. He bowed respectfully to Amarro and Kish as he did, wishing them both goodnight. He exited the building and the cold air hit him hard, the nights activities getting his blood pumping and forcing him to readjust to the night's cool temperature.

"Ah, I can tell from the smell that you had one hell of an eventful night, didn't you mouse?"

Tony was standing right next to the door, smiling at the haphazard rodent. Rishi sighed and shrugged, feeling less abashed by the knowledge that everyone in town was aware of his tributes with the Royal Court.

"Yeah, Sir. They are a randy group of people."

"Heh. So, would you like a ride home?"

The offer was generous and Rishi almost said yes, but as he stood there, he realized something and respectfully shook his head. "No, thank you, Sir. I think I'm OK."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'll be fine. Thank you, though."

"Alright. Don't hurt yourself walking home. And make sure you wash up when you get home."

Rishi forced a chuckle. "I will."

The mouse waved goodbye to the cougar and began his long trek home. It came to his attention that this was the third time he'd done this. The first time he was so badly abused that he could barely walk. The second time, with the injuries he sustained, not to mention he was practically raped by the lion, made him an absolute wreck. This time, aside from a sore butt, a bad taste in his mouth, and smelling like a sweaty pair of undergarments that had been worn by the entire Feliz Army, he was actually perfectly fine; perfectly healthy. No new scars, no new tears, just a dull throb in his anus that forced him to walk a little funny. A ride home would've been nice, but he was just so thrilled to have the ability to walk home that he wanted to take advantage of it.

He walked slowly at first, still feeling the pain from Allon's rough pounding, but soon found the pain didn't bother him that much and he walked regularly after that. He walked by a few people and got disgusted looks from them as they caught his scent. They expressed pity for him and what he had to do, but they still didn't want to smell him and he couldn't blame them. If he were in their shoes, he wouldn't want to smell him either. He enjoyed the cool breeze, though. The fresh air made the scent he produced tolerable to his nose and he smiled as he breathed it in. His tail wagged behind him, the night was over, and he could spend the rest of it with his wife and kids. She'll probably be worried and want to check him for scars, but she won't find any. She'll definitely want to clean him up before she even touches him, but after that she'll be all his. All things considered, it was an uneventful evening of tributes.