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Master of Hearts

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The excellent start of a Monday morning started with Newport wasting no time waking up Connor. Throwing up his hand to snap up the fading lights to a full blast, causing Connor to cry out in protest, spinning out of his hammock bed and onto the floor; thank the gods he missed the cabinets beneath the corner tucked cot. Groaning, Connor rolled over onto his back and looked up at the magical mural, the leafy green leaves greeted him, but he blocked the warmth that washed over him from between the rays of light that dotted his body and room, "What the actual fuck sir?"

"Do you want me to wash that mouth out too this morning?" Trainer Newport sharply countered from the doorway, watching Connor struggle with picking himself off the floor to look at the clock on the dresser beside his cot, "It's four fucking thirty in the morning sir... Why?"

"You're having your first lessons with Lilen this morning, so snap to it, your first day of slavery starts today." Trainer Newport declared, while Connor picked himself off the hardwood floor and rubbed the lethargy from his face, his body slumping as he followed his Mate into the bathroom with a yawn, "Sir, can you not make the day sound so foreboding?"

Trainer Newport wasted no time clarifying his point as a hard smack across Connor's right cheek hit him harder than any caffeine could have. Making him jump up in a panic, his adrenal gland pissing itself from the shock. While Connor rubbed the sore spot on his ass, he looked down at Newport who held his ground, he wasn't the warm emotional mate Connor had grown fond of, this was his owner now, his trainer, and there was no time for games, just duties.

"Sorry sir." Connor apologized, quickly falling in line, Trainer Newport, smirked at the obedience and flexed his hand as if to offer a silent warning to not disobey again, "Good morning, Connor." Newport stiffly added dragging out the comment with just the faintest tension, creating a command hidden between his breaths.

"Good morning to you sir, thank you for waking me up." Connor returned with a smile, a formality, and a mask to hide the pain echoing from his bruised butt.

"I shouldn't have too, but we never discussed your morning routine last night. From now on, you will set your alarm clock fifteen minutes prior, so you have time to wake up on your own, because if I have to wake you up. It will not be fun, understand?" Newport declared, laying down the law with his smooth movements as he nodded for Connor to enter the bathroom, and said nothing else, waiting beside the closed door for Connor to act, seeming to test him with his silence.

However, the daunting stiff silence was a dynamic mess of opportunity and choices, it left him lost, but Connor knew that he should at least try and do something. If Newport was testing him, it was maybe to see how capable he was, so he steeled himself, and took a breath, his trainer wasn't a monster he knew that, and it was ok to make mistakes, 'just try', Connor silently reminded himself. Be a slave and show respect, Connor added, and he smiled and lowered himself to his owner's height, kneeling before Newport.

"Sir, how would you like me to attend your needs this morning?" Connor asked formally, looking at the green eyes of his master, searching for some helpful answer, but Newport was only cold and regally stiff.

"Prepare my shower, then undress me, and get me out of this diaper. I am working today." Newport answered, and Connor nodded, "Of course, sir." Partially retreating from the tension that bore down on him from behind, he started the shower and tested the water with his hand, before coming back to his owner and kneeling down to undress him.

Stripping Newport first of his shirt before peeling off the diaper, Connor noted the warm wet weight in his hand, Newport must have just gone before waking him up; the idea made Connor smile, at least he was using them, and not trying to cheat his way out of his padded confinement.

Rolling up and discarding the diaper in the diaper pail beneath the sink, and the shirt in the hamper, Connor tested the water again, it was warm, if not hot, but not steaming, it felt like the right place to start.

Opening the sliding door, Connor offered his hand to his owner, "The water is warm for you, sir." Newport ignored the offered hand, walking past with power and poise, his head held high as he tested the water himself before stepping inside. He soaked his fur and watched Connor with a sideways glance as his mate knelt beside the glass door, waiting for some kind of secondary command.

"What are you doing, Slave? Do you really think masters bathe themselves? Undress and do your duty." Newport questioned rhetorically, the not so subtle command causing Connor to quickly obey and swiftly strip before entering the shower. Kneeling beside his owner, Connor took up a familiar bottle of soap and poured it out into his hand, before massaging the suds in as best as he could into Newport's fur. His Trainer was quiet, standing tall with arms crossed, eyes closed, trusting Connor completely. Newport's body moved like a wooden puppet when lightly pulled and prodded, giving Connor access to anywhere and everywhere he might need to wash. Once swamped with soap, Connor brushed the suds from Newport's fur, before rinsing him off entirely with the shower head.

By the time Connor had finished, he was reluctant to say he had, something in the universe and deep in his mind told him he was forgetting something; if not everything, but Connor couldn't remember what, and so he relented, "Sir... I'm... your finished."

"Really?" Newport asked, opening only one eye, his green scrutiny, waiting for a more confident answer.

"Is there something you want me to wash again?...sir?" Connor asked, trying to hide his panic behind a smile.

"How about you wash my feet?" Newport answered, shaking the weight from his fur with a shiver, that only quickly became damp again under the heavy current of water raining down on his entire form.

Connor kicked himself, why hadn't he thought of something so simple? Newport didn't really wear shoes if ever, most Mincridarins didn't seem to wear them, so their paws must commonly be dirty, "Of course sir," Connor answered as he tenderly lifted his Trainer's right leg and extended the knee, and started to scrub the bottom of Newport's soft foot. But the position was awkward, or at least if felt awkward, and it didn't seem comfortable, but Connor was scared to really touch Newport; as a slave, it didn't feel right to direct or manipulate, let alone move his owner too much.

When both feet were finished, Connor felt alleviated enough to say that Newport was finished, at least just with a bit more confidence, "I'm finished, sir."

"It's a start," Trainer Newport countered with a dismissive refusal that hung in the air as he took the lead, grabbing Connor by the back of the neck, before pulling him onto his hands and knees. The position all too familiar thanks to Mail's heavy hand. Newport repeated all the simple steps; this must have been how slaves were bathed back on Ecorein, like feral animals. Steeling himself, Connor felt the brush scrape at his skin, and entrench the soap between thin red valleys running across his back and body.

Mail was kinder, softer, but maybe that had been because of his injuries, now, Newport wasted no time, he brushed and cleaned and directed with a stiff hand, and once Connor's hair was a brown soapy mop, he was finally rinsed off. But unlike before, Connor was left dripping on the floor towel while he dried and brushed his Owner's fur, following Newport's stiff command. Finishing with upticks in the bushy tail, Trainer Newport returned the favor.

Grabbing Connor's ear, not to hurt him, but to hold him close and drag all of his attention to his every word, Newport gave Connor new orders, "Get dressed, and sit down at the dining table when you're finished."

"Yes, sir." Connor agreed once his ear was let go, Newport held on to the towel and forced Connor to walk to his room naked.

Feeling required to rush, Connor put on black athletic shorts and Alan's old number twenty-three football jersey; after all, if he was going to be training with Lilen, he might as well wear something that could breathe. However, as time passed, Connor wasn't sure if he was supposed to rush, as Trainer Newport reappeared sometime later, wearing clean-cut black slacks and a purple button-down shirt and tie, a suit jacket hanging from his finger as he walked into the room.

His presence softened as he came up beside Connor and reached out, patting Connor's lower back, "Go change out of the shirt, Lilen isn't going to hold back, and I don't want you to get that ruined. I know how much it means to you."

Connor pulled at his brother's jersey, "but I thought we were just working out? Weightlifting and stuff?"

"Yes, Connor, but he's also your combat instructor, and he's going to start teaching you magic today, at least the basics. So you're going to get wet and probably tossed around." Newport advised, causing Connor to nod as he accepted the fair warning.

"Oh, I completely forgot. I guess I should put on swim trunks then instead too, sir?" Connor sighed as he got up from the Table.

"Probably for the best Connor, by the way, what do you want for breakfast?" Newport asked as he tossed up his jacket over the chair, rolling up his sleeves as he looked up at Connor.

"Probably a good idea to have something light just in case, sir." Newport chuckled but nodded in agreement, "Of course."

Eggs were served with toasted bread topped with roasted tomatoes, coarse salt, and fresh-cut pepper, with a tangerine on the side; it was delicious, and once Connor started eating, he couldn't stop himself from finishing everything. While Trainer Newport watched with an amused smile, as he took notes in a black planner beside him.

"Thank you for breakfast, sir," Connor grinned as he took a breath to drink some water.

"Of course, Connor, I'm glad you like it," Newport answered, only glancing up for a single moment before going back to his notebook.

"Can I speak freely now, or am I your slave right now, sir?" Connor asked, and this simple question made Newport's ears flick towards him, and pull his attention entirely from the planner, "You may Connor, is something wrong?"

"Nothing really, I just wanted to know about the shower? Is that something we're going to be doing every morning?" Connor asked, and Trainer Newport nodded, "Yes, unless I'm not home, of course."

Connor exhaled, and finally expressed his subtle tension, "Sir, did... Did I do a good job bathing you? You didn't really make it easy to tell." Connor asked, and Newport put down his pen with a small laugh.

"I know, you looked so cute struggling like that, but no... not even close. But It wasn't really about steps, just the obedience, formality, and how well you were able to think on your feet. You completed everything, and that's really the best you could have done without knowing otherwise." Trainer Newport answered, his smirk was nothing more than laughing praise, that sank Connor's heart into his stomach.

"Oh...ok, so what did I not do right then?" Connor faltered, forcing himself to ask, as Newport closed his planner.

"That is a lesson for another day Connor, today is just about testing your abilities, and seeing how much I need to teach you. So once your done training Lilen, you are too come home; on the folded paper on the fridge, there is a long list of chores. I want you to do them before I come home. Don't worry, if you can't complete something, just leave a note explaining why you didn't." Newport instructed, pointing to the magnet locked note on the fridge.

Connor didn't doubt it would be a long list, Newport didn't beat around bushes or lie, not about something that trivial, and the idea felt daunting, but it also felt good. Connor finally had something to do to make up for everything Newport had done for him. "Ok... thank you, sir."

Newport smiled and shook his wrist to flip a metal watch into view, "Connor, you should get going; you don't want to be late for your first lessons."

"Yeah, ok," Connor agreed, doing his best to reassure himself, it felt strange. He knew he was going to be a slave, and he did agree to be one, but it still felt wrong in a way, because the idea was starting to finally become real and the pressure was really starting to weigh down on him.

Pushing back from the table, Connor washed his dishes, but just as he was walking away. Trainer Newport called out to him, "Just where do you think you're going, Connor?"

"I'm leaving, sir, just-"

Trainer Newport shook his head, "Connor, how dare you leave me so informally, I am your mate and your owner." Newport scolded, cutting Connor short, he was acting annoyed, but he was just playing, the rolling eyes said everything.

Connor softly laughed and came back to Trainer Newport, "Alright, sir, how would you like me to say goodbye then?"

"A concubine like you never leaves without showing respect," Newport explained as he raised his hand to Connor, being directly called a concubine hit like a sharp dart to the back. Still, Connor bowed his head taking Newport's hand into his own, and kissed his knuckles.

"Thank you, sir, and may the gods be with you wherever you go."

Newport smiled, as he drew Connor in closer, but the feral rat of a male pulled just past Connor's lips, and whispered his goodbye, only leaving Connor high and dry, teasing him with the subtle words and soft breaths, "And with you my beautiful mate."

"You're terrible sir," Connor finished as Newport retracted his touch. The bunny bastard knew precisely how much his voice made Connor shiver from shock, his breath rolling across Connor's ear, creating an all too familiar tent between his mate's legs.

"I know," Newport whispered as his hand reached out and with a single finger, stroked up the length of the growing appendage. Connor could only exhale as his tormentor brought him to climax but left him hanging on that precipice.

"Tell Lilen I said hi... though, with how tense you are, he might just figure that out himself." Trainer Newport laughed, as Connor's red cheeks fumed as he adjusted his shorts, tucking his tip-up underneath the waistband of his underwear, before turning to run away.

Newport was all but laughing at Connor, all too proud of his power over his mate's erection, but that self-gratifying approval was only silenced with the start of his own meal. The soft crunch of salad echoing from the dining room as Connor pulled on his shoes, slamming the front door shut, his only act of defiance.

The sun was just cresting over the rambunctious early morning march of cubs and teens walking to school, talking, and mingling, but Connor couldn't bring himself to say hello, or even good morning. The fading tension between his legs was the greatest deterrent, but he just needed some alone time. He waved hello to those that waved morning to him, smiling in return, but he did nothing else, partially glad he wasn't being swarmed by people bombarding him with questions about his fetishes anymore.

Lilen was standing by the front doors of the elementary school, a duffel bag hanging across his back, wearing a skin-tight blue and black fading tank top and black jogging pants, he looked dressed for comfort, and though he wasn't supposed to be training cubs, his attention was focused on them. Watching them carefully until his new student was standing beside him, "You're late?" Lilen scolded, a dense ice blue gaze falling on Connor.

"Sorry, I thought I was on time." Connor apologized, somewhat lost on the idea of being on time since Lilen had never really stated when or at what time to be expected.

"I want you here by six next time, got it?" Lilen finished with a nod forward, walking past cubs and waving simple goodbyes as he passed them.

"Yeah, sure." Connor agreed, Newport was already waking him at four-thirty in the morning, it wouldn't be too hard to rearrange his schedule, "but where are we going?" Connor asked, following dutifully behind Lilen's left shoulder.

"On a walk, the pool here is too small to train efficiently, so I'm going to take you to a special place built for aquatics like us," Lilen answered as he tucked his hands into his pockets, seeming to enjoy the weather by glancing up at the orange sky; his sharp smile cracking his heavy presence.

"Ok... then why didn't we meet up there then instead?" Connor probed, but Lilen shook his head, the very idea seeming to be a joke, as he laughed, "You wouldn't be able to reach it." Lilen pointed to the ground, "Not unless you can swim five hundred meters underground."

"Five hundred meters? How am I supposed to get there?!" Connor exclaimed, and Lilen smiled patting Connor's shoulder, "I'm taking you there, so don't worry about it, I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you. Not yet, at least." He assured us he continued to lead the way.

"Wait... What pool is five hundred meters deep? How can you hide something that deep?" Connor questioned, and Lilen shook his head.

"The pool isn't five hundred meters deep, it's down five hundred meters you have to swim through the water well to get to the actual pool. Connor, haven't you ever wondered why you see aquatic Mincridarins around, but none of them seem to live on land?" Lilen asked, putting the hand back in his pocket.

"I never thought about it, I never even realized that was a thing." Connor admitted, Lilen sighed, "Sorry, I forgot you never really lived on campus before. Ok, so here's the thing, there are different levels to Sanctuary Hills, all of which go down not up. You see these buildings and homes, these are owned by people from Mincara, Matra, Ende, mainly nobles or those of high status, underground we have people from Leggala, and lower-class citizens, merchants, and farmers, and below that. Is where we Aquatic Mincridarins live. Sanctuary hill isn't just this..." Lilen gestured to everything around him, "We have a subterranean city right here in Las Vegas, but humans don't know this because this is all your military wants the press to see. If humans found out there were nearly ten thousand Mincridarins here instead of just the couple hundred they're led to believe, it would be chaos."

Connor could understand the possible nightmare that would cause, a thousand Mincridarins in one location, especially under the most prominent military facility in the US, it would become a prime target for terrorist attacks and bombings. "Wait, if you have so many thousand Mincridarins here, why aren't people just flocking to this Elementary school?"

Lilen flicked around on his heel and started walking backward, "Connor," Lilen laughed, "Do you really think this is the only school we have? We have four Downstairs, hospitals, and markets. We have everything we need other than personal resources, and luxury items, but we normally buy those, by trading the Silver Line Crystals we mine here."

"You Mine Silver Line Crystals? I thought those were only native to Ecorein?" Lilen smiled, seeming to enjoy the question, "You know quite a bit about us Mincridarins, don't you?"

Connor rubbed the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed by his reasoning since it was all for roleplaying, "Only what I can find online." Connor answered while Lilen crossed his arms, still keeping his distance as he spoke, walking like a tour guide, and expertly avoiding cubs passing by with fluid, almost dancing motions, spins and side steps, never once seeming to flaunt his abilities; Lilen was merely reacting, he wasn't trying, he was just acting on instinct.

"But you aren't wrong, Silver Line Crystals are native to Ecorein; however, most humans don't know that you can farm them just like any kind of crop. Other than your Military of course."

"Wait, then why doesn't the AMA grow their own crystals?"

"Because it's not as easy as you think, just because you can farm them like any crop doesn't mean there isn't a level expertise required to maintain them and harvest them. Silver Line Crystals grow when they take in and consume magic, making them a near-endless resource as long as there is enough magic around for them to consume. However, they grow in the direction they're fed from, so if they aren't maintained, it can damage property and tunnel structures, and if you give it to much at any time, they can grow wildly out of control." Lilen explained as he crossed the crowd, hopping down from the curb.

Nodding along with the conversation, Connor could see why it wouldn't be easy for humans to grow them, "Humans don't have enough magic to develop 'fields' like Mincridarins, do they?"

"Exactly," Lilen approved, "So that's why humans still rely on our ability to farm them. With magical technology requiring more and more specialized crystals and sizes, humans need us because they can't do it themselves, or else it would take years longer."

"Silver Line Crystals, have become such a commodity here in Sanctuary hills that it's outright replaced your paper currency. People trade crystals that they can sell for more money than they can earn by working any normal human minimum wage job. Just a little fun fact." Lilen explained as he flicked around, as they came to a large field, a park filled with adults training or teaching, sparring, or relaxing... there was even a small painting course being taught by a strikingly familiar African American human, splattered with paint.

"Lilen... Who is that guy over there?" Connor asked, subtly pointing out the human.

"Oh, that's Captain Jayden, he was hit with a car bomb while on duty in Israel, for the longest time he didn't have the ability to stand, paraplegic, but thanks to some healers, he's gotten his legs back. Since then, he's been helping Mincridarins adjust to their new lives here on earth, mainly by helping Mincridarins find noncombative means of expressing themselves through art, music, whatever really. Though he does personally teach a morning art course every Monday. You should meet him one of these days, nice guy." Lilen answered, waving to the Captain, Jayden returned the wave with a bright smile, but went back to his class after a moment.

"Does he live here in sanctuary hills?" Connor inquired as he followed Lilen to what looked like a recreation building, but it became quickly apparent once Connor entered that it was anything but such a simple structure.

"Captain Jayden lives Downstairs; it's easier that way, most new Mincridarins that struggle with human technology live downstairs." Lilen continued as he sat down on an empty bench in the small gray tiled room with floor to ceiling glass-paneled walls covering eighty percent of the building. The waiting room was sporadically filled with Mincridarins, wearing human clothes, nothing at all, or they were somewhere in between putting on clothes or taking them off; Connor did his best to not stare at the exposed loins of everyone present.

A couple Mincridarins were flicking through unfamiliar magazines depicting weapons, and other Mincridarins, while some shielded themselves with newspapers. Connor couldn't help but pick up a spare magazine beside him, 'Blood and Blades', and flip through articles, and distinctly scandalously nude advertisement.

"What's this?" Connor asked referring to the magazine in his hands as he couldn't help but stop on a page depicting a flaccid stallion in the middle of a fight.

Lilen flicked up the corner of the Magazine, "This," Lilen started before stealing the magazine, flipping through the pages himself and reading one of the articles for a moment, "Is a magazine that journalists Downstairs make. It focuses on weapon specs, fighting styles, and up and coming news on battles outside of Sanctuary Hills. It's actually the newest release." Lilen answered as he kicked up his knee to relax and fold the pages back so he could read an article with one hand.

"Really? Does it say anything about the attack on the New Venice Hotel?" Connor wondered, the comment cutting through the silence of the waiting room focused on the large double set of elevator doors everyone was flocking towards. It created an unpleasant whispering amongst the Mincridarins, and even Lilen put down the magazine.

"Connor, you haven't heard?" Lilen asked, Connor shook his head.

Sighing, Lilen folded up the magazine before tossing it nonchalantly to the side, "No one is taking credit for the attack."

"What? You're kidding?" Connor questioned, the very idea seemed impossible, with so many anti Mincridarn groups one of them should have done something, but Lilen shook his head.

"No, I'm not, and there is nothing distinctly magical about the attack, so it's being speculated that there might be a third unidentified terrorist organization that is targeting Mincridarins or Mincridarn Allies... What's worse, is that whoever set off the bomb, knew exactly when the King of Mincara was going to be there."

"Wait, the king? I heard rumors a royal would come to the event, but the King of Mincara?... Dammit..." Connor groaned, leaning back in his chair, catching a heavy tension in the room focused on him. Looking around, Connor quickly realized how he might have sounded and raised his hands in self-defense. "Wait, I didn't mean it like that. Sorry, I didn't think the rumors were true. I don't want anything to happen to the King Wolfric the third either." Connor's apology barely did anything to help, but it did cause Mincridarins to take their hands off the hilts of their blades.

"I actually wanted to go, I had a special VIP pass that would have let me sit in the front row at the Conference of Royals. If nothing had happened, and I hadn't given up my pass, that would have meant I could see the King in person. That'd be amazing; you only really hear stories about King Wolfric and see him on TV, but in person. That'd would've been really cool." Connor sighed painfully, partially hating the universe for taking the chance away from him.

"Why didn't you go then?" Lilen asked, leaning back in his chair like a chad.

"I was meeting Newport for the first time that weekend, so I gave my pass to one of my friends. I hope he's ok..." Connor couldn't help but laugh, "If he ever found out who bombed the hotel and took his chance to meet the King in person, he'd probably kill them, and make it look like an accident. Gods, if that person is ever caught, the underworld would be kinder than a mob of spiteful fans."

Lilen laughed, "Humans are so weird."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Connor questioned as Lilen took a moment to organize his words, rubbing the back of his head.

"I just mean, it's not humans who'd be pissed but those strange furries." Lilen chuckled, his comment causing Connor to tighten up, ever so slightly. "And what's wrong with the furry fandom?"

"Nothing really, it's just, weird... I remember walking through the airport when I first arrived and being surrounded by them, all of them struggling to take pictures of me and everything. They treat every Mincridarn as if they're a king, and it's like they don't really care about who we are, just our skin and fur, and what's between our legs." Lilen exhaled with a heavy breath, looking at Connor waiting for his reaction, but Connor nodded, feeling personally attacked, though Connor also felt ashamed, because for the longest time, he was the same way; that probably hadn't changed until he met Newport.

"Yeah, I can see what you mean." Connor sighed, the fandom still had its cringy moments, even now, that was for sure.

"But, it's nice." Lilen smiled, "they can make you really feel like a hero, no matter who you are, and the moment you enter the room, it doesn't matter where you are, it just makes their day... if the furry fandom wasn't real, we might have ended up in another war. They saved so many lives, and they really don't know it."

"Don't go telling them that, you might just make them love you more for being so humble." Connor laughed, while Lilen smirked, "Yeah, they're bad enough as is."

The elevator doors finally dinged and opened to the room, Mincridarins poured out of one of the compartments, while everyone else boarded. Connor kept close to Lilen, who wrapped his tail around Connor's legs to keep him close, an arm draping over his shoulder as if to claim him. The elevator lurched with the heavy step of an elephant that soon boarded. Thankfully the cables held, and the glass doors closed, the elevator starting to slowly descend.

The glass elevator fell into darkness for a solid minute, but no one fussed, and everything was quiet and normal until gleaming white light spread out through the rough stone cracks that slowly started to rise with a slow, drawn-out reveal. The light was blinding at first, but Connor just needed to give his eyes a moment to adjust, blinking away the pain; but it wasn't just the dull ache the light left on his eyes that made the human want to cry, it was what he saw beyond the glass partitions keeping them safe.