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EPILOGUE

General Warlock opened the door to the officers mess and ushered Winny inside. Rave was first to spot them. He clonked Rap with his pool cue, "Psst! He's brought that ruddy elf in with him."

"Ow! yeah, so? You do that again, I'll make you eat the damn thing."

"Evening guys."

"Hey mate, hi Welwyn," Rap smiled.

Rave still wasn't happy, "he can't come in here, he's a private. What you playing at big ears?"

Anar blinked. Rap sighed heavily. Winny looked confused. So much for being nice to me. "He's my guest, corporal, and if you call me that in front of him again I will dip you in cheese and feed you to the skaven."

He held up a clawed hand, "alright, alright, slip of the tongue," he grumbled.

"Can I get you a drink?" Rap asked the elf, leading him away to the bar, hungry for gossip.

"So when you say 'guest'..." Rave said slowly.

"We're sort of a thing," Anar smiled.

"Heaven help me."

"So be nice!"

"Yeah, renown for being nice, me," the corporal sulked. "Pool?"

"Sure. I'm going to teach Winny how to play."

Rave pulled a face, "great."

Rap and the elf returned with drinks, "he's such a nice boy."

"Angelic," Anar replied drily, watching a blush spread on pale cheeks. "Ok kid, watch the pro." He chalked his cue as Rave set up the table, muttering under his breath. It didn't sound kind.

Rap flipped a coin, "your break, Anar," More reptilian mumbling, "settle down dear." He turned to the private and hissed, "he's never won a game, my Rave. Not for lack of trying of course. He just gets himself wound up easily, over everything, all the time. He's exhausting to tell the truth. Still, he's my grump and I love him."

"Shh! I'm concentrating!"

"Yes, dear."

Welwyn suppressed a laugh. Anar was looking at him from the other side of the table and he blushed again. He beckoned to him and gently slid his arm around a slim waist, nodding to the game in play, "I'm the spotted balls, see the different colours? I can put any of them down the holes. I can't put the black down yet though or I've lost. That's the last ball. If you pot the white your opponent gets a targeted shot from the zone at the top of the table. If you successfully pot the black but the white goes down with it you've lost the game. Easy. See?" He drew his arm back and smartly sent the white ball rolling, "you've got to hit one of your own before anything else or that's a targeted shot to your opponent. Think of this as our first date," he winked.

Winny tried not to laugh as Rave pulled faces behind the general, mocking his bossiness. Rap gave the elf a pained look, "fourteen years I've put up with this..."

Anar pocketed another ball, "if you keep sinking them, you can win without your opponent ever taking a shot. Right, Rave?"

"Myeh myeh myeh. Arsehole," the velociraptor snarled, "you're just lucky. It's not skill, it's cheating!"

"Now listen here you-"

"More drinks?!" Rap asked very loudly as his friends squared up to each other, holding cues menacingly, "it's like handling toddlers, Welwyn, honestly." They turned their backs to the warring pool players and returned to the safety of the bar.

"The corporal isn't very... respectful, is he?" Welwyn asked cautiously.

"Don't go there," Rap replied, "he tried to eat your Anar once. Don't think he ever forgave himself. For failing."

"Tried to eat him?" Welwyn reaffirmed.

"Yes. It was a long time ago. He's mellowed since then."

Winny watched the corporal bare his razor sharp teeth at his aardvark and dreaded to think what he had been like if this was 'mellowed', "right." They returned with more drinks, "Rap - if, if they don't like each other is it a good idea to give them alcohol?"

The lieutenant's long face broke into smile, "Sure! Once they've had a few they're best pals. It's quite sweet really."

Rave was swearing over another defeat. Anar was setting up the table. He thrust a cue in the elf's delicate hand, "can't do worse than that overgrown gecko," he smiled.

"Want me to flip?" Rap asked, ignoring the foam at his partner's muzzle.

"No, Winny can break."

"I can?" the elf asked doubtfully.

"Sure. Put your hand down, rest the cue like this, pull back and GO!" The white ball rolled very slowly down the table, bumping gently against the balls. Rave grinned cruelly but Rap shut him up with a sharp look.

"Sorry. That wasn't very good," Winny apologised.

Anar shrugged, "we all start somewhere. You hit something. My turn." With a sharp crack! The balls flew round the table. A spot vanished down a corner pocket, "you're stripes," he nodded, taking aim again.

Winny looked to his hero for help when his turn came, "so I just...?"

Anar shot to his side, hands placed on the elf's body in a deliberately flirtatious way, setting him up while copping a sneaky feel of his backside. The private remembered their very first touch at the firing range. It made him a little hot and bothered. He held the cue tight and concentrated, he could do this! One of his stripes settled by a pocket.

Anar beamed, proudly, "set them up just like that and the rest is a breeze. Unless I knock them out of the way of course."

"Don't be mean!" Rap objected.

"Yes, be mean, be mean!"

"I won't be mean," Anar reassured, "not yet anyway." He pocketed another spot and took aim again. Winny watched as he leaned over the table, gaze settling on his sturdy rear. The aardvark smiled, loving the attention. After he was done he turned and murmured into a slender curved ear, "get three balls down and I'll let you play 'tie-up' with me."

Blue eyes widened, whatever that was it sounded like fun! He made an effort to try extra hard to knock the right balls about on the table. He felt firm hands rub at his backside again. Anar was enjoying himself, touching him up without his friends noticing. His grey eyes looked at him hungrily. Winny made a tiny kiss motion with his mouth in return. Public shenanigans were hot. Rap and Rave became bored and wandered off to spend some time together.

Anar had already sunk half his balls. "Over here," he tapped, helping Winny out, "you need to get the angle right." This time the general slipped his hand down inside his thigh as Winny leaned over the table, mouthing 'sexy fucking elf'.

"I'm enjoying our date," he smiled sweetly, pocketing a ball. He was doing well. Almost enough for that game Anar promised him.

The general sunk the last of his spots and saw his boys face fall, "I'm not finished yet. No way I can get it in from here. You can still do it," he encouraged.

Private Welwyn furrowed his brow and drew back the cue, determined to get another ball in the hole. The white rolled into his stripe which in turn rolled down to the corner, and stopped. Drat. It had been so close.

"That's a shame," Anar conmmiserated. He smacked the black flying. It dropped with a clunk. He turned to face his elf, shugging, "sometimes shit happens, you know?" Another clunk. Anar paled. Was that...?

The table mechanism whirred into life and the white ball popped out of the end slot.

Winny held up a finger, "didn't you say if the black went down and the white-"

"you gotta be fucking kidding me," Anar groaned.

"I won? I won!"

Rave came charging over, roaring, "I do not believe it! I do not effing believe it, you lost to an elf! Ha! Brilliant! Oh how the mighty have fallen, you should see your stupid long face-"

Crack! "Fucking lizard!"

Clonk! "big eared bastard!"

"Boys! Put those down right now the pair of you!" Rap ordered, desperately trying to seperate the two warring factions as they swung the cues at each other with venom. "I'll put you both in the cells for the night if you don't behave. Off to bed, now! Anarchy! Rave!"

Mumbling and cursing, they eventually had the cues wrangled from their grips and they congratulated the elf on his victory.

"It's fine, really, you win," the general sulked.

"You're alright by me, kid," Rave said clapping the elf on the back chummily, "anyone who can break through that animal's luck is a friend of mine."

Winny followed Anar back to his private quarters, beaming. He'd won! Fancy that. It was by forfeit, but still. A win was a win. "Do we still get to play tie-up?" he asked excitedly as he watched his older partner undress, loving how the lamplight fell on his grey body.

"Of course. I was only encouraging you to pocket some balls with the little challenge I set you." He pulled open his buckle. Winny slipped his arms around his firm chest, stroking with his fingers. "You've certainly come out of your shell haven't you?"

"Mmm, yes daddy." He kissed his strong neck as his nimble fingers slid down into the depths of Anar's groin, sliding beneath his waistband and brushing against his cock, feeling it harden at his touch. "So, what is tie-up, exactly?"

"I'll show you," the general murmured, "if you strip yourself off for me."

The private removed his clothing, a little slower and teasingly this time.

"Very nice. Very nice," Anar nodded, approvingly as his elf gave him a smouldering look with his pretty blue eyes. "Now, my sexy boy, make yourself comfy on the bed. I'll just need a few things."

Winny settled into the pillows, remembering their earlier activities and feeling himself become rather aroused.

"Hands," Anar barked. He took Winny's wrists and bound them to the metal bed bars behind his head with a piece of rope. "Lovely," he smiled, "that look suits you." With a tug he let his growing erection spring out, stroking at a pale cheek, "open wide now, there's a good boy." Welwyn blushed, accepting his length and sucking dutifully. "Can I hold onto your antlers?" he asked. They felt smooth and hard in his grasp, using them as leverage to push himself hard and deep into the elf's perfect hot mouth, soft gagging sounds making his blood pump, gentle lips touching his skin making him gasp. "This is just a taste of tie-up you naughty boy, would you like the blindfold too?"

Winny nodded, still sucking at him as he accepted the silk scarf round his head.

"Now you can't see where daddy's going to touch you next." With that, he ran a grey hand over the elf's hip, watching as he spread his legs for him, his slim pink cock bouncing readily. Winny's tongue found his sensitive spot at his tip and flicked it with his tongue. Anar groaned, "you're such a bad elf, I'm so cross that you beat me at pool, I want to punish you so, so much." He lifted Winny's legs up, tucked his knees against his small tight stomach and ran a hand down smooth creamy thighs to the satin soft skin of his groin. "Keep sucking," he hissed as he brought his hand crashing down on the elf's buttocks. Winny jolted, whimpering slightly, pausing. "I said keep sucking!"

The poor elf was folded up against the bedframe, hands tied, legs in the air, blindfolded face full of aardvark dick as Anar held onto an antler with one hand and spanked him soundly with the other. Red marks spread across the bouncing flesh. Nobody beats me at pool! Technicality, default, however you put it - a loss is a loss and I'm not happy about it. Anar was not good at losing and this was wonderful therapy for him: being in complete control again, having a stunningly beautiful creature at his mercy. Satisfied that his naughty private had been taught a lesson, he began to tease his cock, touching and stroking with devious intent. "No, no, daddy's not going to let you cum, daddy's going to torment you until it fucking hurts you little tart." He moved a finger to his tight pink asshole, lightly brushing his fingers over it. Winny sucked harder, loving it. Anar pushed his finger inside. Just a tiny bit. Winny howled with need. "If you don't calm down, you'll get the gag too." His grey face twisted evilly, "Twink likes the gag. You're jealous of my Twink aren't you? Bet you'd love for me to give it you good and hard just how he likes it." Winny tried to nod, spit dribbling down his pointed chin. "Twink loves playing tie-up with his daddy. He grunts like an animal with my big dick inside him." He pulled himself out of the elf's sopping wet jaw. "You want me to fuck you like I fuck him, don't you?"

Welwyn gasped, his tiny nose flaring, "yes, daddy."

He pushed his finger into the private's ass even deeper, "what do you want?!"

"Fuck me like you fuck the staff sergeant!" he begged. Soft sensuous silk wound around his face, slotting into his open mouth, instantly becoming damp.

"This doesn't mean I want you to be quiet, you understand, I love to hear muffled moans from my good boys. Got it?"

Winny nodded. He felt his hands being untied and his naked form was rolled over onto his front, up onto his knees and Anar re-tied his hands further down the bars for comfort.

"Now you're going to get it alright," Anar growled, poised from behind, admiring the marks he had left on Winny's bare butt. He placed his hands on his narrow hips, brushing against his dropping wings, cock poking at his tight hole. Muffled gasps sounded out in front of him, the elf's sweet face buried in the pillow pile, it made his heart race. There was fun and then there was this; this was how he'd first had Clinker all that time ago. They'd played tie-up together a few times and had made each other cum with mouth and hands and then one day the orc had begged for more. Anar had never had an elf in this position before, he'd tried to be gentle with the delicate creatures but Winny wanted things rougher and he was happy to oblige. With a generous squirt of lube he thrust his hips forward and gave in to his primal urges, bunching up his thighs around Winny's own as he mounted him, taking him like a real animal would, piling himself in, his toes digging into the already abused mattress. His elf is moaning through the silk gag, his antlers grating against the metal bars of the bed, he can feel him squeezing against his cock as he's furiously mating with him, the squeaking of the bed starting to get almost as loud as his panting. This position was so enticing to him, it made him feel strong, dominant, commanding. His lovely good boys were all so small and slight and young, their smooth bodies yielding to his touch and advances, slotted beneath him almost feminine in their stature. Winny was matching his rhythm, backing up onto him for a deeper more satisfying fuck. They'd done it all backwards, getting lewd and sexual before their first date but oh well, when did Anar ever do what anyone expected of him? There were no words this time, no erotic murmurings or sexy suggestive monologues, just grunts and whines and snuffles from his snout as he pounded his lover's welcoming snug hole, hoping he was feeling as much pleasure from this as he was. He was aware of one of his big toeclaws tearing at the sheet, he really was going to have to order more from laundry. If only this would never end, if only he could just stay in his elf forever. He loved him completely. Felt a protective urge towards him, even if he did want to treat him rough. The past few days with him were the happiest he'd been since childhood, since his first taste of lust back at Warlock court when the baroness had come to tea with her son, Bruno the alsatian who had taught him all the fun you could have with someone of the same gender. Just keep fucking. Harder. Deeper. More. Yes. YES! Winny's loud moans caught his attention and he watched as his elf came over the bed, spurting ropes of thick seed. It tipped him over the edge of what he could stand, his steady pace faltering, jutting inside with sporadic thrusts as he finished, desperate to fill Winny with as much cum as he could deep inside, so much that it would leak out and dribble down his slim thighs just how he liked. He groaned unintelligably, a mix of ecstacy at climaxing and hurtful resentment at his weak body that had been unable to muster more stamina. He'd given everything; he'd not held back... "are you ok, Winny?" he asked, still gasping, pulling off the gag and blind, untying his hands and pulling him into a warm embrace, feeling ruffled wings surround him. He fussed over him, whispering sweet nothings that made him blush as always, stroking his pretty sweet face and tousling his sweat soaked hair. "I hope I didn't hurt you. Would you like me to shower you? No funny stuff, promise."

Winny nodded, beaming, "I'm alright. I enjoyed it. You feel good inside me."

The general led his private into the shower and cleaned him up with a gentle touch and more soft kisses. He dried him off with a towel and changed the sheet on the bed for the umpteenth time. Turning off the light, they lay in each other's arms, Anar enjoying the scent of his partner's fragrant clean body. They fell into a contented sleep that lasted until morning.

The alarm buzzed and he opened blurry eyes, swiping haphazardly to silence the damned thing. His elf stirred, frowning. "Yeah I don't like mondays, neither!"

"My arse hurts," he grumbled.

"Sorry Winny." He kissed him lightly on the head. "I gotta go, ok? After all that's happened this weekend it's going to be a busy one I just know it." He slid out of bed, reluctantly pulling on his black shirt and fatigues, shrugging on his formal jacket and tying his boots. Winny lay in bed, wings askew, one bright blue eye still piercing him with its glare. "Don't get too comfy. Clinker will expect you to turn up for training, fucktoy or not," Anar reminded him, watching him frown.

"Kiss?" he asked, sulkily.

"Yes, dear." He leant down, watching for those pesky antlers and gave his good boy a tender touch of the lips before heading out and down the steps. It was a wonderful feeling, being desired and wanted, knowing he could have kisses and cuddles whenever he wished. It put him in a good mood. Watch some bastard ruin it. Rave probably. He gulped down coffee and demolished toast, reading the papers. He really was being lauded as some sort of hero for calling that griffon out for his disgusting behaviour. No-one knew where he was now, he hadn't been seen since the incident at VIP.

The Kaos Army were getting a lot of free advertising out of this, the recruiters were rushed off their feet. Good. Bunch of lazy gits. Recruitment was always a sought after position because it was a cushy number. Ha, jokes on them now. He had a feeling there would be more elves wanting to join, maybe other species they previously couldn't get. Like humans. That would be interesting. The future was full of possibilities and as the recruiters always said 'we take anyone!'

He walked past reception to his office, dodging the flying parcels that Raz was distributing. It was a lovely day again outside, the sunshine filled his workspace warmly. His bum had barely landed in his chair when the intercom beside his keyboard lit up, red light flashing. Best see who wanted him then, "yes, private Raz?"

The she-orc's already high pitched tones were elevated this morning, "general sir, you've got to come see this. You're not gonna believe it! Just come and see. I mean, I've seen some things in my time in this place but -"

He cut her off, it was too early in the morning for her shrill inane ramblings. He took the twenty steps required to reach reception. He stood very still, taking in what was before him. He couldn't believe his eyes. He blinked.

"I told you!" Raz's voice shouted from behind the Welcome desk.

He had a visitor. One he hadn't expected to see in a million universes. The pure white wings weren't so pure anymore, nor so white. Feathers stuck out all over the place. The yolk-yellow eyes had an oily sheen that came from an absense of sleep and they were gazing down at the floor. Mighty paws wrung wretchedly as it's beak creaked open, "so," it began slowly, "I hear you take anyone."

The general felt himself nodding. That was their policy, yes.

"Even disgraced half-avians?"

Well, this was a turn up for the books and no mistake. The almost unrecognizable major-general Swiftwing must have balls the size of moons to turn up here. "You want to join the Kaos Army?" he could barely even say it, it seemed so utterly ridiculous.

The eagle head nodded, "I have nowhere else to go. Not now. Everyone despises me, rightfully so," he added quickly. "I've made... errors of judgement, it seems."

That's one way of putting it! His head buzzed. Pro's and con's weighing up like a pair of mental scales. They DID take anyone. Everyone DID deserve redemption. BUT some fascists were too far gone to be saved. What would the dragon think? What would Rap think? What would his Winny think? He'd been a minion of hell himself, he knew all about being unpopular and doing the wrong thing. He'd hated every agonising second. The disheveled head lifted, looking at him properly for the first time, knowing he was evaluating the situation like any leader should. Swiftwing looked smaller without the fancy armour. Looked less punchable with the trails down his face from where he'd shed tears. His lion legs' fur was matted. In a way, I'm supposed to be enjoying this. But it's just sad. I know if I'd turned up to their headquarters I'd have been made a complete mockery of. And that's why I won't do that to him. Because I'm better. I may not be a 'good guy' but I can be an empathetic one.

Anar went with his gut, hoping against hope that the bit of dragon in his blood would save his ass one more time, "actions speak louder than words, Swiftwing, and coming here like this tells me plenty. Saying that, are you prepared to make a public announcement, denouncing all your old policies in front of my men? I can't promise they won't make life very difficult for you, they make life difficult for me sometimes and I haven't had half their people killed."

A tiny look of hopefulness rippled across Swiftwing's face, "of course! I was just playing a role really, and I took it all too far," he blurted, "I'll make a formal apology, I'll work with lesser, er, I mean, other races. Anything's better than the alternative..."

Death, he means. He's a dead griffon walking out there in the big, bad world. "I'll have to demote you of course."

"Of course!"

"Lieutenant Swiftwing will do for now. I think... yes, I think a little time patrolling the perimeter fence is just what you need."

He smiled, blissfully unaware what that actually meant.

"If you misbehave though, I will shoot you myself. That's a promise, beaky boy."

"Yes, sir!"

"Now let's see what our uniform looks like on you."

Why do I do this to myself? It's been an emotional rollercoaster already and now we're setting off for another loop. I'm a glutton for punishment. Still, they say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It could be good press for us too, nothing says 'total acceptance policy' like enlisting the most despised person imaginable.

With that little bit of excitement out of the way and a fresh cup of coffee, general Warlock made himself comfy again in his office and flexed his fingers ready to begin his work. His inbox was full. Emails unread. Well, the world wasn't going to sort itself out, was it?