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Ok I decided to do something a little different. This segment is going to be a "behind the story" story that you didn't get to hear about whilst Sheldon was telling the story. (or something?)

So yeah, this happened two years prior to 'present' events (depending on whose point of view you take the story from -more of this in later chapters.) on the same night the story from chapter 5 takes place. I'm going to do this from Keita's point of view. His take on reality and how he perceives things that happen around him is 'a little off' at times. He pretty much hears everything that is going on around him at all times. I guess I'm going to have to make dialog entries or something to keep everything strait. You'll probably get confused. :P

So in chapter 5 Keita ran to the castle during a storm to tell the king what was going on.

We're going to call this 5.5 since it's not really progressing the story or anything like that.

So 5.5~

(As Sheldon was telling the story, Keita began to recall that day from his past. Keita remembers things differently, or 'more precisely' than what Sheldon had been told, and so some dialog will be different. )

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My body shook violently as I kneeled on the marble floors at the Michael's feet. My muscles ached from running so quickly, and it felt as if my fur was carrying twenty pounds of water in it. My body now still, the world came rushing back in.

["Mom! He did It again!"

"I'll take two of those abnody that guy really had it coming to him"

"I love you."

*thunder* "...will be fifteen pents"

"Eh it's comin down pretty ard eh?"]

I shut my eyes tightly and told Michael what was happening outside. I couldn't hear what I said.

"Bring me the Kingdom Rings!" he yelled before grabbing his adviser's sleeve. "Summon my brother immediately."

The adviser turned to leave the chamber through one of the side doors.

What is that?

Something was coming towards the throne room at an alarming rate. It was light, and was displacing a lot of air in front of it; something was jingling. I searched Michael's face for any hint.

Could the king even hear it coming?

I wasn't sure. I never was sure what other people could and could not hear. Brillios stood as the doors were burst open. The massive bolts that held the hinges to the archway groaned as they were loosened from the stone. A white blur shot past me before stopping in front of the king. The jingling stopped .

I don't recall ever seeing this rabbit before.

He was young, pure white, and his long ears were tied together behind his head with a small black band. He had pale green eyes, something I don't recall ever seeing leporid possess before, and these eyes were contrasted sharply by his curiously pink nose. He wasn't wearing a shirt, or shoes for that matter, but he had on a tight pair of leather pants. The leather pants were split all the way down both legs, but laced together with some sort of cord or twine. His fluffy tail poked out the back of the britches.

I tuned my ears like a radio to the rabbit's frequency. He tapped the top of his toes quickly, impatiently on the floor as the king took the box from him. The rabbit's heart was beating incredibly fast; no he had two hearts, and he was slightly congested from the weather. I could hear the kneecap grinding in his leg as he hammered it quickly on the tile.

That kind of speed comes with a price it seems.

The king's words sounded distant: "Thank you Flint. Gather the others would you?"

Flint. I recall the name now, he's the king's personal messenger.

Flint left the room quickly. Seconds apart and at different locations throughout the city, I could hear his contacts confirming his orders, yet Flint was never heard saying a word. Curious. The rabbit passed through a 'grey' spot in my hearing, there were too many individual sounds emanating from such a small area to comprehend any of it. The mass of sound was quieter now than when I left, maybe half of the guards were down now.

A flash of lightning lit up the large chamber as Michael cleared his throat: "Now then Keita, I'll have one of my maids assist you to getting into some dry clothes."

In the back of my mind, the words registered slowly before I comprehended their meaning.

No! I need to get back to Miko. He's my responsibility!

I stood up quickly as I searched the king's face in a panic. "But sir!" I interjected.

Thunder shook the mighty stone pillars as Michael raised his paw. In his eyes, I could tell he understood what I was thinking. "You've done your job Keita and I thank you for that. You need a change of clothes and some rest. Besides, you're getting the royal floors wet," he said as he pointed at my feet.

My face flushed as I nodded slowly.

He's right, Miko can take care of himself well enough. Yet, I hope the king can stop him.

"I understa-" I stopped myself to look towards the mighty chamber doors as Flint flew back in from his errand.

He's fast. He didn't even get wet.

The king was beaming, obviously proud of his messenger. "Ah, perfect timing. Back already?" he asked.

Flint flashed a cocksure smile and nodded quickly as if to say 'It's easy if you're me.'

Michael held his paw out towards me. "Good. See if your clothes fit Keita here." He commanded.

I watched Flint as he took a step back to size me up. He placed one of his fingers to his chin, and closed one of his cool green eyes to overdramatize the situation. It was all I could stand to watch him size me up as thoroughly as he did. I was beginning to feel self conscience every time he paused at a specific area as if to be taking mental notes. Flint held up his paw to give me a thumbs up. I was relieved.

"Good." The king said, "I'll leave him to you Flint, I have other things t-"

The heavy chamber doors leading to the throne room were suddenly shut and bolted. A large cloaked figure slowly walked to the king. Upon meeting the king face to face, the heavy fur pulled back his hood.

It's as if the king were standing in front of a mirror.

I had heard of king's twin brother briefly, yet I had never seen him before.

"Flint, Marcus and I have a few things to discuss." The king said without tearing his eyes from his brother's.

Flint nodded and waved to me as he turned to one of the side chamber doors. I glanced back at the king one last time before shutting the door behind me. After a few feet I heard the two begin to converse.

["Who was the fox?"

"That was Keita."

"Oh so that was ears huh?"]

I was only mildly offended, being labeled as if I were a mere thing. I was more intrigued at how alike the two sounded. I was beginning to doubt on whether I had actually heard the king talking on certain occasions or whether I had heard his brother.

["You'll have to forgive him Keita"]

Heh.

*****

My mind wondered as I followed flint down the narrow stone passage. These stone walls were thick, probably thicker than they needed to be. The sounds outside the castle were barely audible to me. The king had left the throne room, and his brother Marcus was talking to himself. I didn't care enough to follow his ramblings, I was more fascinated in the almost maddening quietness of this hallway. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic not being able to hear things only a few meters away.

Something caught my attention. Being so confined hearing wise, minute details of the rabbit I was following began to clarify. One of his hearts was beating faster than the other, and it was still gaining speed. My mind contemplated the ramifications of having two hearts that beat independently as we took a right descended a flight of stone stairs. The steps ended at a large metal door. As flint unlocked the metal door, a stone door stood behind it. Unlocking this stone door revealed that yet another door was present behind the second door. This third door was wood. Each door had to be open at the same time for the lock to be reset. Then, starting from the steel door, each was shut one at a time. As the last door shut, all the sounds of the castle stopped. It was as if a magical barrier was stopping all sounds from entering the room. I felt like at last, I had been shut off from the world.

I leaned against the wood door and closed my eyes as I breathed in heavily. There wasn't a storm raging outside, there were no cries of guards being dismembered, no mothers being raped on the streets, no children crying. The banging of hammers and mallets had stopped. The mind numbing sound of course stones grinding together as stone masons worked had been silenced. I was more at peace now than I could ever remember. Without my ears being constantly bombarded, I realized for the first time in a long time how acute my sense of smell was. There was a pungent aroma within Flint's chamber. No, it was more of a tinge of something. The smell seemed familiar yet so distant.

I-Oh... No it couldn't be

Opening my eyes reviled that Flint was standing with his arms folded, obviously growing impatient with me.

"Sorry." I apologized.

Flint rolled his eyes and pointed to a row of three large armoires that practically scaled the whole wall. I walked in front of him over to the furthest armoire, the one in the corner of the room. It stood about nine feet tall and was crafted out of a hard wood. The craftsmanship was rather good, and the other two were identical. Flint huffed as he walked passed me and opened the armoire doors. As I eyed the brightly colored garments, I heard a slight creak to my right. My head swiveled to catch the origin of the sound, and I saw that the doors on the other two pieces of furniture were standing wide open. I turned around to face Flint who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed. He motioned with his paw to say 'go ahead'.

I paced up and down the row of clothes a few times. I found a nice blue silk shirt, and a blue plaid doublet that had the royal seal embroidered on the chest. It would take me half a year to afford anything as luxurious as these. The rest of the outfit consisted of rich navy blue linen pants, and some suede boots that look as if they'd never been worn.

My new garments in hand, I turned to Flint who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. "Where could I change at?" I asked. He faked an innocent looking smile and shrugged at me. I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him.

Fine.

I untied the leather lacing on the front of my common shirt, and pulled the shirt over my ears. I paused briefly before pulling the shirt completely off my head. Flint's heart beat nearly doubled.

Was he enjoying this?

I slid the shirt off my arms and tossed it to the ground with an audible slap. Leaning over I undid the buckles on my boots and kicked them off one at a time. My pads appreciated being free from those wet boots. I hesitated as my hands ran across the buckle that held my pants up.

Should I put a shirt on first to minimize the amount of fur showing? His heart rate is increasing. He's enjoying this. I'm blushing. Am I enjoying this? . . . Showing him a little wouldn't hurt right?

I decided to bare it all. Biting my lower lip, I tugged the buckle loose and quickly yanked the underlying drawstring. My wet pants hit the ground with a 'sop'. I forced a nonchalant expression on my face as I bent over to grab the clean linen bottoms I had picked out. Purposely I swished my tail off to my right once, giving him a quick glimpse of my balls. One of Flint's hearts skipped a beat. I smiled inwardly as I closed my eyes and pulled the britches u-p?

Huh?

I opened my eyes to see Flint standing inches in front of me, his paw resting on top of the pants a mere inches from my package. "W-what are you..." I stammered, "Hey! I'm not into..."

I trailed off.

What is this?

I felt a sharp pain in my left buttocks. I couldn't move my arm.

Heavy...

I intended to turn my head to see what the pain was coming from, yet all I could do was rest my head against Flint's chest.

Why am I so tired? Why... Soft...

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Wet. Is it still raining? I can't hear anything.

I opened my eyes to see flint straddling me. He had just kissed me on the nose. I shook my head. "What are you doing?" I asked groggily. "Get off of me."

Flint rolled off of me and stood at the side of the bed leaning over me. His warmth now gone, I could feel the cold air against my damp fur. I wasn't out very long and I was still nude. I noticed a bit of red sliding out of my sheath but I ignored it as I rolled o

It appears I'm tied to the bed.

I turned my head to look up at Flint who was smiling sinisterly down at me. "What is this?" I asked. Before waiting for a reply, a scent wafted by my nose. I turned my head further to find Flint's five inch cock standing a foot from my snout. It was bright pink to match his nose.

Fuck what have I done?

He must have realized the conclusion I had come up with as he placed his paw on the left side of my maw to force my eyes to meet his. He was hard to read. He might have just given me a genuine smile.

I winced as Flint climbed back upon his bed and sat between my legs. He gave my shaft a firm squeeze before tracing his furry digit around my navel and up to my nipples, circling each one. He scrunched his face up as he lifted his finger off my chest and lightly tapped me on the nose. I was in a foul mood but I couldn't help giggle at his antics.

Flint sat upright quickly to pull off the tie that held his ears back. His ears fell heavily to either side of his head. Leaning back over my body, and resting on his elbows, Flint's muzzle was but an inch from my maw and his stiff member was brushing against my abdominal fur. I squirmed against my restraints, trying to gain some sort of leverage to move back -to recede further into the soft bed. To no avail, my struggled gained me nothing. Flint held my head firmly as he forced his kiss onto me. I squirmed yet held my trap firmly shut.

The rabbit relaxed his rear and allowed himself to lie on my body completely, his member digging firmly into my abs. Hiking one leg up onto my chest, Flint slid off to my right side as he continued to pet my cheek with the back of his hand.

Is he planning on keeping me here until I commit? I can't stay here all day, I need to get back to the king.

I took a deep breath turned my head away from Flint. "Fine. Go ahead." I said coldly. My voice quivered more than I would have liked it to.

The rabbit smiled broadly as he reassumed his previous position. He licked is lips as he leaned forward to kiss me again. This time I unclenched my jaw and let him do what he wanted. Flint's tongue slid into my mouth and worked its way around as he made quiet squeaking noises. He petted one of my ears as he frenched me. It wasn't all that bad. I inadvertently moved upwards towards Flint as he broke the kiss. I blinked as I opened my eyes; I couldn't remember closing them.

Sliding off my midsection, Flint crawled back around to between my legs. My cock twitched lively as he gave it a few tentative licks. Almost instantly my member had become engorged from the sudden stimulation. I'd begun to pant before I had realized it.

I'm not enjoying this. I'm just doing this to get back to the king faster

Flint took his maw off my dick and moved lower. I felt the warm pressure on my tender bud. "Wait!" I nearly cried out. Too late. He had already penetrated me with his tongue. I wasn't sure what to do. I expected it to hurt somehow, yet it didn't hurt at all. I didn't find much pleasure in the massaging action, yet I found it oddly relaxing. My heart beat was increasing.

I'm not enjoying this. This is just new and I'm nervous.

I lied. It was starting to become pleasureful. This new stimulation was taking its toll on dick, as it was growing painfully erect.

Flint ceased his oral ambitions and scooted closer to my rump, with his erect bunny member in his hand.

No, wait.

"I don. . . " I couldn't vocalize my complaint quick enough. I gritted my teeth as I was penetrated for the first time. That damn rabbit didn't believe in going slow either, he hilted me in one thrust. I guess I should be thanking him for having a small dick. I let out a low growl as Flint began to pull out.

You fucker, I'll get you back for this.

Noticing my discontent, Flint reached at and grabbed me below my knot. It took the edge off as he thrust into me anyways. This is so uncomfortable, what do people get out

OHh .

"Lower." I said before stopping myself. Flint complied without hesitation. This was another new sensation for me, a painful pleasure.

I couldn't concentrate but I was pretty sure Flint's second heart was beginning to catch up to his first. Without warning, my tail hole was fully assaulted by a flurry of rapid bucking. I could feel his furry orbs smacking into my backside as the rabbit unleashed hell on my virgin hole. If we had been two pieces of wood, we'd have started a fire. Seemingly as soon as the hammering began, I felt a warm rush fill me suddenly, and Flint began to slow to a stop.

The guilt slapped me in the face. I was just taken by nearly a complete stranger. I was his. He took me forcibly.

It was for the king

Flint panted heavily as he pulled himself from my ravaged tail hole. The scent of semen and blood began to fill the room. I glared defiantly at the rabbit as he winked at me before taking my member back into his slender muzzle. I was already close from the previous assault, and I wasn't going to last much longer with his maw working so diligently on my cock and knot. Flint played lovingly with the tip of my cock as he cupped my balls in his paw.

F-Fuck you.

Flint deftly moved his hand from my balls to my knot and gave it a firm squeeze while he continued to pump away at my member. White strands of musky cum shot across my chest and face, and still more dribbled onto my abdominal fur.

I relaxed completely and took in the heavy scents as I tried to regain what composure I had left. I feel as if I died inside at that very moment. I feel humiliated and degraded.

Flint crawled up to me and hugged me.

Yet I've never felt so alive.

I hugged the rabbit back.

When did he untie my restraints? No matter ...

I released Flint and scooped the clothes off the floor. "Bathroom?" I asked.

Flint motioned with his hand that it was up the stairs and the first door on the right.

I have a lot to think about now.

Free of the sound vacuum that is Flint's room, the sounds of the world were beginning to come back to me. There were people talking with the king in the throne room.

["No First Lieutenant Coy? Then what would you say happened?"

"A storm sire."

(*distant thunder*)]

I took at a right at the top of the stairs and found the door that led to the bathroom. I hesitated as I my paw contacted the surface of the door.

["Keita, tell Marcus he might need to remain on the throne a little while."

"I have a few things that I need to take care of."]

I looked back down the hall towards the throne room. "I understand." I said aloud.

I waited until I heard the Commander and the Lieutenant leave the throne room before opening the door to peak out. Marcus really does look like his brother.

"Keita where are you clothes?" Marcus asked with a smile.

I glanced around the throne room. It's never this empty.

"My clothes still require drying." I replied.

The bear laughed. "I see. News of my brother?"

I shook my head solemnly. "Unfortunately the king requires you to stay here longer than anticipated." I said.

Marcus slumped back into the throne and fingered over one of the gems on the crown before placing the crown back on his head. "I see." He said, "I see."

*****

I quickly walked back to the bathroom and started a shower after latching the door. "King Brillios is going to require a full report tomorrow," I thought. "I better think of a good excuse."

After the quick shower, I began to get dressed. My mind was a pit of clashing questions all fighting to remain on top. "The king can wait. I have more important questions to answer myself." I decided.

I pulled on the new linen pants, and left everything else on the edge of the basin before making my way back to Flint's room. He was sprawled out on his bed, and hadn't even bothered to cover himself.

Was he expecting me to come back?

I shut the doors to his room, and blew out all the candles on top of the armoires save one. I looked over Flint one more last time before lying next to him. He draped his arm over my chest.

What the hell am I doing?

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And that's a short look into Keita's past. Notice his speech, manors, and fencing haven't developed yet. Exactly what happened to Keita during the two years after this night? Will I write more about Keita's past?

I don't know yet >_