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Chapter 5: Pretending Acceptance

By evening meal, Feral had finished skim reading the books Aumire had given him. He was disappointed that they held nothing of use to him except for one small paragraph that had stated none of the kidnapees had ever been returned home and that they had adjusted without too much difficulty.

He had slammed the book shut after reading that. 'Well I will be the first unadjusted one' he snarled to himself. Gutaire popped into the room at that moment and told him it was time for dinner. He flicked his fingers and Feral was once more dressed in the barely there clothes the King preferred him in. He never commented on the fact Feral was already dressed in a robe. He may have thought the King had given him it. Feral kept that thought in mind. Hiding most of his abilities would be to his benefit.

Cultivating his stone face that he'd used in his job, he followed the mouse down to the throne room. With no sign of emotion, he took his seat next to Bloodnor. He didn't miss the pleased look on the King's face. He had made up his mind to play Bloodnor's game by pretending submission and acceptance of his situation.

In reality, he would nurse his hatred of the King and his fierce desire to return home. He planned on searching Aumire's extensive library for anything that would help him shut down the portal or, baring that, finding a way he couldn't be drawn back through it.

With that plan firmly in his mind, he was able to just barely accept Bloodnor's caress of his thigh and was thankful he didn't persist when the food was served. He listened in on the King's discussions with his counselors during dinner.

Apparently, there was some kind of disturbance going on at his northern border. He was annoyed that his knights could not find out what it was. It didn't help that Warkil denied any knowledge of any trouble. Feral listened and realized the King had been in power so long that some of the strategies the Commander would have used, Bloodnor never thought of. Feral wasn't about to correct the King's shortcomings. It would be to his benefit if the King went away for a while giving him a much needed break in the sex department.

After dinner, he was wary when the King gave him specific orders to spend time in the harem.

"I want you to get to know your subjects better. As consort you are in charge of them. They've been told that they must obey you in all things governing the harem." Bloodnor said firmly.

"Yes sir," Feral said flatly never letting any sign of his dismay show on his face. He left the throne room for the King's floor. He hesitated outside the archway that led to the harem's public room. Taking a deep breath, he stepped through the bead curtain. Being just after dinner, the harem apparently congregated together for a little while before seeking their beds.

Sex was going on in various places. Others were doing things like braiding hair, grooming each other, playing games, reading or just talking.

Except for the mating couples, everyone else ceased their activities to stare at him. He stepped further in the room. Spotting a padded chair not far from him, he walked over to it and sat down, pointedly waiting for the couples to finish.

He didn't let any emotion escape him as he waited in silence. The others shifted uncomfortably, eyes sending various messages of confusion, concern, anger, and hatred but no one was willing to speak to him. He pretended to not see the looks and waited for the couples to complete their activity. Noisy crescendos marked the end of the orgies. Only after they had caught their breath did they note the sudden silence in the room then saw Feral.

Now that he had their attention, he spoke in that same 'command' tone he used with his enforcers. "The King has informed me that I am in command of the harem. Since this wasn't something I did in my life I have no idea what this job consists of. I will need you to tell me what's required." He told them flatly. "If you think to tell me false of the things needed done, know this...punishment I suffer for that false information will be meted out to the liar swiftly by me. I make no bones about my dissatisfaction with being here but I have no choice. I will do what's required of me. I was a commander of troops, I will brook no insubordination from anyone. When you've been given an order to do something, I expect the order to be followed swiftly and completely." He said coldly. "Any questions?"

Out of the shadows of a hidden door that probably led to their quarters, the weasel female that had shown him such hatred and disdain upon their first meeting entered the room.

"Exactly how do you intend to punish us?" She hissed defiantly at him.

Feral eyed her a moment. He knew absolutely nothing about them. Taking an educated guess that, since magic was their main form of defense, perhaps a physical approach would be unknown to them. Getting up from his seat with slow grace, he moved toward her in a non-threatening manner. His body not giving her any idea what he was up to.

Her eyes narrowed warily and her body tensed but when he did nothing but stand next to her, she looked confused.

"What do you think I should do? Use magic? Is that how you solve your problems?" He asked mildly looking down at her.

She scowled, still waiting for him to do something. "Of course, only a slave would resort to anything else." She said scathingly.

"Really!" He said in a deceptively mild voice then moved with the swiftness of his kind. He swung an open palm at her head, snapping it back, knocking her off her feet and into the wall nearby. She hit it with a loud smack then slid to the floor, shocked surprise reflected in her eyes.

He walked up to her and stared down. She looked up at him, head ringing, her paw just coming up to touch the rising welt on her cheek. "I do not know how to use magic but I do know how to fight. That was mild compared to what I know about self defense. I am a warrior, not a pampered pet. Don't expect gentleness from me." He told her dispassionately. He turned away from her and stared into each of the other harem members eyes. They were all shocked. "Now, who will tell me what my duties are?" He demanded.

"I will, sir!" Came a soft response from a rabbit female. She had been the one braiding the fox female's hair.

"Good! Is there somewhere we may speak in private?" He asked gruffly.

"Your room is the most private, sir?" She suggested hesitantly.

Feral grimaced with distaste. "No thanks!" He said with barely contained disgust.

"You really don't like being with the King...do you?" A wolf male asked in surprise.

Feral didn't answer. He thought his obvious distaste was answer enough.

Confused the wolf said, "We each have been with the King. He is a very skillful lover. Any would be willing to keep him for themselves alone but he doesn't pick favorites. Yet, he willingly beds you every night and is seen touching you all the time. You are his consort, a very important position, but still you hate it. Why?"

"Perhaps it's because I don't happen to enjoy rape!" He hissed in fury. "Being taken from my home and made a prisoner isn't a cause for joy either."

"None of us wanted to be taken from our homes, that's true, but our lives weren't so special that living here was so bad especially with a generous lover like the King." A fox male said softly.

"Maybe you didn't have important lives that you miss but I was my city's protector. My city is under siege from super criminals and my enforcers are all that keeps them from taking us over. I have an important job which I've given my life to upholding. You bet I'm angry." Feral snapped coldly.

The harem looked at each other in obvious consternation. This stranger was nothing like the previous newcomers. He was nearly as dangerous and powerful as the King. The weasel had recovered and was subdued as she listened to what Feral had to say.

"Sounds like you should just leave then." She said defensively. Her face was healed but she wisely didn't threaten him again.

"An excellent idea, got any thought on how I'd accomplish it?" He asked sarcastically. "Only the King has the power to return me and never will. I've already learned he's one of two most powerful leaders here and that King Warkil is far too dangerous. So you have any other bright ideas?"

She shook her head and didn't answer. If she voiced any ideas they would get back to the King and the punishment would be severe. She was beginning to realize this creature was not stupid and could be a deadly threat within the harem. Though, that didn't stop her from thinking of ways to bring the arrogant kat down a peg. She had some planning to do.

Feral turned to the rabbit female again, frowning. She blushed and gestured him to follow her. She led him to the door the weasel had entered from. It opened to a wide hallway with rooms off of it, none of them with doors. She stopped at one of them and entered. He followed her. The room contained a pallet of thick bedding and pillows on the floor, a heavy armoire was against one wall and a small mirrored table sat against another with a small chair. There was no closet or bathroom.

She gestured hesitantly to the bed as she seated herself on it. He stared at it a moment before folding himself down, hissing a little as this position hurt more than sitting in a chair. The King had not healed him and he was sore.

The rabbit stared at him in surprise. "Are you hurting? Has no one offered to heal you?" She asked in concern then a look of fear slipped across her face, "Are you being punished?" She whispered.

"No, not that I'm aware of and, no, no one has offered. If you haven't noticed no one cares about my welfare." Feral said grimly.

"The King does! He would be upset to learn you are still sore. Gutaire should have done something for you. That's his job. Here let me..." She said flicking her fingers.

Feral jerked a little as he felt the soreness disappear. "Thank you!" He said politely. "You wouldn't be able to show me how that's done, would you?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh! That's Carthmore's duty. I suppose you'll be seeing him tomorrow. He'll train you on how to use your magic." She told him.

He sighed inwardly. He wished she would show him herself then he would be able to take care of himself after the King's 'attentions' tonight. He hoped she was right that he would receive that training tomorrow.

For the next hour the rabbit, whose name was Glory, explained the workings of the harem and what he would probably be expected to do. She said they hadn't had a consort for more than a thousand years so she was sorry she didn't remember all the things required of one.

"What happened to the last consort?" Feral asked curiously.

"She displeased the King and was traded to King Warkil," she said with a shrug. Apparently the last consort wasn't liked by the harem either.

Before Feral could think of anything else to ask, a powerful, commanding voice called for him. They both recognized it as the King. Climbing to their feet, they quickly walked back to the harem communal area. As he stepped through the door, he was immediately swept off his feet and dropped to his knees on the cushioned floor.

Startled and angry he made an attempt to get up but a heavy body laid down on him and grabbed his scruff. He choked in fury and need, the sound making an odd noise from his throat. The harem surrounded them, all were on their knees, paws in their laps, faces watching.

This was worse then when the King took him in private...so many eyes watching his humiliation. His traitorous body responded without hesitation to the King's possession of him. With no preparation, Bloodnor plunged into his consort's hot channel and set a punishing pace bringing them to a fierce climax...Feral screaming and the lion roaring.

He pulled free of his consort and gathered the tom in his arms, carrying the limp weight to the bathing room. The harem followed respectfully. He didn't release the tom as he walked down the stairs into the pool. Feral's and the King's clothing vanished as they slipped into the water.

The King kept an arm around the Kat's waist as he moved them into deeper water. He halted when it reached his mid-chest and pulled his consort into his embrace. He nuzzled the Kat on the neck. Feral groaned helplessly as the combination of the King's nibbling on his neck and the warm water made him heated again.

"Put your legs around me, my warrior," Bloodnor ordered softly putting his huge paws under Feral's buttocks to support the Kat.

Responding instantly Feral brought his legs up and the lion lined them up as he pulled his consort's body close and plunged once more into the Kat. This time he didn't thrust, instead he made small movements in and out and swirled his hips so that his pubic hair brushed against the clitoris hood tickling it.

Feral gasped and squirmed wildly his eyes huge with lust. He mewed loudly, desperately needing the King to stop teasing him, it was getting too intense and driving him crazy. Bloodnor leaned in and bit Feral hard on the neck and plunged deeper then held his position and slipped a finger into Feral's rear until he touched the prostate gland.

Feral screamed and sparks went off in his head as he came in a nearly continuous wave of orgasmic pleasure. A muffled growl escaped the King as he came as well.

The Kat went completely limp as the King released his teeth from his neck. He kissed the panting face. "So good...so responsive...you please me greatly." He murmured happily. He pulled out of Feral and held the Kat against his chest while he recovered.

He signaled to two of his harem, the male wolf and the rabbit female. They quickly swam to him and waited for his orders. "Show my consort how talented you are," He said simply. They nodded. They both took deep breaths and dove under the water. The King rested his back against the pool wall and keep Feral's back against his chest, supporting him.

The wolf went for Feral's cock and the rabbit his clitoris and began to lick and nibble at it. Feral's eyes widened and he tried to writhe away but the King chuckled deeply in his chest and held the Kat tightly. "Enjoy it my consort, they are very good at what they do."

Feral cried out. The wolf had held his legs so he couldn't thrash and the tension was rising to a fever pitch in him. It felt nearly torturous as the intensity increased to an unbearable level and he screamed and bucked wildly when he finally came.

The pair rushed to the surface and panted for air. They looked to the King for further instructions.

"That will be enough. Excellent as always. I think its time for my consort and I to head to bed." The King said tenderly as he held his prize and walked them both to the stairs again. Several of the harem stood by with towels so that when the King left the water they immediately dried him and Feral. Done, the King walked with his consort in his arms to their bedroom where he continued his attempt to breed an heir.

Chapter 6: Learning Magic

Feral woke the next morning with Bloodnor laying beside him. He growled savagely in his mind. Last night was burned in his memory. The humiliation was worse than those before it and undermined his 'supposed' authority in the harem. He grit his teeth wishing the King would leave as he usually did in the mornings.

The King stirred at that moment and pulled Feral closer to him, rubbing his body and very hard cock against the Kat's backside. Feral helplessly writhed and moaned at the feel of that hot pole against him. Inwardly he cursed the fact that this felt soo good and he was already wet and ready for the King to take him.

"Hmmm...so eager my exquisite one. Aaaaah...yesss...so hot...so tight...you are so fantastic..." Bloodnor growled hotly as he slipped inside Feral's welcome heat. He nipped and licked the dark kat's neck as he set a quick pace that had them both groaning in mad desire.

Feral clutched the bedding as he was pounded hard by the King's hard cock. 'Oooooh...gods... ...soo goood...' he thought mindlessly as his body surrendered to the King's possession. The end came rapidly as Feral clenched and spasmed then exploded taking the King with him over the precipice.

They lay panting as they regained their breathe and their hearts slowed. The King slowly withdrew from Feral. The Kat unwillingly groaned in regret.

"Time to be up, my consort. You have lessons to attend. Riding this morning and magic training this afternoon. I expect nothing but the best from you." He admonished as he spanked Feral on the butt as he climbed from the bed and left for the bathing room.

Feral lay sore and breathless from the stunning wake up call. 'God's if only it didn't feel so good.. I hate him for making me feel this way...needing him! I may never be able to have sex again if I'm somehow fortunate to return home permanently. Damn him!' He hissed savagely to himself as he slowly got out of bed and made his way to the privy.

He wished he could ease his excessive soreness before sitting in the saddle as he prepared to get on his Repnorse later that morning. Sitting at breakfast had been difficult enough but this would be almost unendurable. He couldn't completely bite back the groan of pain as he settled onto the back of his mount. Sweat broke out on his brow from the burning torment. Bloodnor had been particularly enthusiastic last night then add in this morning's activity and it felt like a burning hot poker between his legs.

"Are you injured," Toulare asked, eyeing him anxiously. "You should have spoken rather than suffer needlessly." He admonished as he made that same gesture Feral had seen all of them make when healing. The pain was gone in an instant and he couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Thank you. As for asking...I prefer not to admit to any weakness. I have no one I trust here and though I appreciate your healing me, you did it to prevent the King's anger falling on you and not because you cared whether I was in pain or not." He said flatly.

Toulare flushed angrily but didn't respond to that statement...it was the truth after all.

"Shall we get started." Toulare said tight lipped.

Feral just nodded and headed his mount out the castle gates. Riding allowed him to think and pretend he was free for just a little while. They rode along the edge of the forest going to a gallop when they turned back toward the castle. Toulare admitted that he was a fast learner and would not need any further lessons from him when they dismounted in the castle courtyard a couple hours later. Feral merely nodded acknowledgment of that statement and tossed the reins to Toulare and headed back up to the King's apartment.

He went to the bathing rooms to prepare for lunch, no one was there, thankfully. At lunch, the King was not in attendance, much to Feral's relief. He was able to eat his food undisturbed and his table mates ignored him, which he preferred. When he had finished, Gutaire arrived at his side and escorted him to yet another part of the castle. They climbed a steep stair to a tower room.

Gutaire opened a door into a rather spacious apartment. The front area held a number of heavy chairs, a desk littered with papers and books, filled bookcases lined the walls and weird, indefinable items were strewn about on top of them. A heavy thick carpet covered the center of the floor and a huge fireplace dominated one wall. Only a slit window let in a little sunlight while the rest of the place was illuminated with those strange energy balls. There were three other doors off the circular room. One opened and in stepped an old male wolf wearing heavy forest green robes. He wore two braids to either side of his head and the rest of his brown, streaked with grey, hair fell past his shoulders. His odd eyes, one amber, one blue, eyed Feral piercingly as he moved across the floor soundlessly. He wore soft black boots.

The wolf made Feral shiver a little and his fur stood on end, his tail bristling out. This creature made him feel uneasy though he really couldn't say why. He looked harmless enough.

"This is Carthmore. He will be giving you instructions on how to utilize your magic. I think you'll be able to find your way back to your apartment so I will see you for evening meal." Gutaire told him then left.

They continued to stare at each other unmoving as the door closed behind the mouse.

"So you are the prize the King was willing to risk everything for," Carthmore mused aloud, not really addressing the Commander. He came closer and looked Feral over as he circled him. Returning to the front of the Kat, he cocked an eyebrow. "What do you know of magic?" He asked abruptly.

Feral swallowed nervously then answered carefully, "Nothing. It's known in my world but only in the past. It's not used in modern times. Science has taken its place."

"Science..." Carthmore rumbled scathingly. "Bah! Science is of no use here! Hmmm...I sense you have a considerable reservoir of magical energy. Could be one of your ancestors was a wizard or at least possessed magical energy. You should be able to do more than most of the outsiders were capable of. Let's just see...shall we?" Carthmore said as he made for the door he had entered from and gestured Feral to follow.

This new room resembled what Feral would have said was how perhaps the Pastmaster's would have looked like in the past. All the typical magical stuff was here...a crystal ball on a strange pedestal with a bony hand holding it, a smoking cauldron hanging on a hook in a small fireplace, a big bowl sat on a marble pedestal filled with water, various so called tools of the trade on tables, bookcases filled with magical tomes. There were no windows only the floating light balls.

He stepped toward the bookcase keeping his front to the wizard as the other closed the door.

"Now, the basic magic one needs to exist on Galanon is very simple. You must picture what you want done and it will happen. The only criteria really is to be very specific in your request. A rather open ended request could have devastating consequences." The wolf began ponderously.

Feral sighed inwardly in relief. His guess about how magic was used here had been the right one. He listened very closely as the wizard demonstrated and had Feral mimic him. After a half hour, the wizard seemed pleased with Feral's quickness.

"That was very well done. It's truly a pleasure to be teaching a warrior rather than some of those bubble headed bed mates that preceded you. Beauty but no brains at all though there were a few that displayed a vicious and cunning mind. I'd be very leery of them." Carthmore said mildly.

Feral was surprised the wizard was giving him advice. Carthmore seemed pleased with him and showed his pleasure by giving Feral ammunition to protect himself but that didn't mean the Commander trusted him.

"Now for the more difficult magic...defense and healing...on this you must pay very close attention. First the healing..." Carthmore moved to a wall and pulled down a surprisingly detailed map of a creature's anatomy. He couldn't tell what beast was the sample, though it appeared to be a mammal at least.

"It's very important that you know what your body looks like inside before you can even begin to try to heal anything..." Carthmore gave him an anatomy lesson switching to one that more closely resembled himself as he explained.

Feral's head was about to explode from the overload of information. Carthmore retrieved some books from his bookcase and handed them to Feral.

"Ordinarily, I would not let these leave my tower but I can tell you will actually use them. Those others took weeks to learn the simplest things. You are a special case. I am aware that you face a great deal of enmity being the King's consort. The strength of your energy will enable you to defend and heal yourself better than anyone in the harem and provide you some protection from the lower ranking aristocracy. Be warned! There are those who would risk the King's wrath to torment you and have the ability and power to do so. Don't lower your guard for any reason. Before you leave, I want to show you at least one basic defense spell. Now pay attention..." Carthmore told him and demonstrated the same motion he'd done by accident on the King.

He repeated it flawlessly, sending a heavy chair across the room, hitting the wall with a hard bang.

"Excellent! I want you to take these herbs, mix them in hot water and down it quickly. It doesn't taste nice but it will ease the suffering from the reaction headache you are going to have very soon from using so much concentrated magic over a long period. You will need to rest for an hour or so then you'll be fine. Come back after the midday meal tomorrow and we'll go over what you've studied." Carthmore told him handing Feral a packet of herbs and escorting him to the door.

Feral made his way back to the King's apartments without incident except for the promised headache beginning between his ears. He was wincing by the time he reached Bloodnor's quarters. Feral searched the room until he found an ewer of water on the desk and a hanging pot in the fireplace. It took a few minutes to get everything done and by the time he poured the now steaming water into a cup he found, his head was ready to explode. He drank the muddy looking brew down and grimaced. It was just as foul as the wizard had said. He found the cookies Gutaire had given him before and chewed one...it helped a little.

Rubbing his head, his eyes nearly shut from the pain he crawled into the bed, pulled a cover over his body and desperately tried to relax as he waited for the herbs to work. It seemed to take a while before the drink finally eased his throbbing head enough for him to fall asleep.

Some time later, someone was shaking his shoulder. He jerked awake and sat up so suddenly, he startled Gutaire. He sighed and rubbed his head. The headache was thankfully gone and his stomach was complaining that it was hungry. Feral frowned at Gutaire questioningly.

"I came to prepare you for the evening meal." Gutaire said imperiously, waiting for Feral to bestir himself.

Feral yawned and slipped his legs from under the blanket, swinging them to the floor. "Is the King back?" He asked mildly.

"Yes. He has brought some guests with him and desires you to look your best at his side." Gutaire said already waving his fingers.

Feral growled when he saw what could only be something a harem female would wear.

"You've got to be kidding! I'm a warrior not some frippery female from the harem." He snarled.

Gutaire frowned and snapped, "This is what the King desires you to wear. Do you wish to tell him how much you dislike it?"

Inside Feral shuddered at that threat but outwardly he showed no sign that Gutaire had scored a hit. He just looked at the mouse coldly. This wasn't the response the mouse expected to get so was a bit flustered when he completed Feral's ensemble with another flick of his fingers.

A long red cloak made of some kind of silky material was held by gold chain with clips around his neck and hung to his ankles. He did finally have pants on even though they were so thin that there wasn't much left to the imagination of what he looked like underneath. They were a slightly different color of red than the cloak. A red vest with gold embroidery all over it covered his chest. His hair had been tied back with red ribbon tied in an intricate knot and he wore braids down each side of his head tied with gold ribbons and beads. He was adorned with his usual jewelry as well. He was also barefooted much to his annoyance since the floors were very cold.

Once he was completely dressed the way the King had wanted him, Gutaire hustled him down to the main hall. The room was noisy with the sound of many conversations. It was quite crowded with the extra people that had apparently come with the King's special guests.

Feral eyed the huge bear-like creature sitting next to the King but it was the tiger like creature with wings that sent a ripple of nervous tension down his back, though he couldn't say why. The King looked very pleased as the Commander took his seat next to him.

"Here is my consort! A handsome creature, is he not?" The King said with pride as he placed a paw on Feral's neck for a moment.

"Indeed. And you say this warrior is capable of breeding?" The bear rumbled in an impossibly deep voice, skepticism lacing it.

"Oh yes! He has a large firm cock and a very hot and welcome female orifice. I've enjoyed that particular aspect for several nights passing." The King leered, obviously in a good mood.

The tiger's eyes narrowed speculatively at Feral, making the Kat's fur rise uneasily. He would have to be extra alert while these visitors were around. Thankfully, dinner was served and everyone dug into their food.

The only thing that spoiled Feral's enjoyment of his meal was the King placing his paw on his thigh and caressing him while they ate. He couldn't keep his face from blushing with heat. He flicked his eyes unhappily at the King and accidentally met the eyes of the tiger. The stranger had a lustful gleam in his eyes. Feral swallowed hard and struggled to make it through the meal. He was relieved when the King dismissed him to their quarters. He walked with dignity to the doorway leading out of the hall and when he was out of sight he ran up the stairs to the King's apartments as fast as he could. Only when he was safely behind the heavy door of the bedroom did he finally relax.

Sighing in relief, he flicked his fingers and made the obscene clothing disappear and made the robe reappear. He didn't dare remove the jewelry or the bindings in his hair. He grinned to himself that he'd learned that trick so well. He wasn't sleepy because of his earlier nap so he grabbed the books from Carthmore and began to read.

It was some time later and his eyelids had drooped after hours of reading. He was curled up in the big chair in front of the fireplace, the book he had been reading in his lap. He blinked sleepily wondering what had startled him. Standing just inside the door was the tiger guest.

His heart slammed in his chest as the tiger glided the short distance toward him. Feral launched himself backwards from the chair making it crash to the floor. Despite his quick movement, the tiger was quicker and had leaped toward Feral landing on top of him when he fell to the floor in front of the bed. Feral made a quick warding gesture which slammed the tiger backward toward the fallen chair. Scrambling to his feet, Feral made for the other side of the heavy bed to put some distance between him and the intruder.

Not the least bit deterred the tiger leaped to his feet and once more stalked toward the Commander. Feral prepared to ward the tiger off again but was shocked when the gesture was aborted by a counter one from the stranger.

The tiger gave a rumbling chuckle in his throat as he lunged at Feral and slammed the Kat to the bed, pinning his arms down. The creature was heavy and his mouth full of formidable fangs hovered over Feral's throat effectively preventing him from fighting back. Eyes gleaming with triumph, the big creature wasted no time in shoving the Kat's legs apart and probing with his hard cock for Feral's female opening. Despite Feral's struggling, the tiger succeeded in piercing the Kat's hot channel.

Feral wasn't ready for the intrusion so it hurt...a lot...he cried out in pain as the tiger began to thrust furiously. Feral cried in agony as he tried to retreat from the humiliation. In very little time, though it seemed like forever to the Kat, the tiger roared his release as he emptied his seed into his unwilling victim.

Pleased with his conquest, the tiger slipped free, a small amount of blood was on his cock. With a smirk he stroked a paw down the Kat's torso. "The King was right you are an incredible prize. My father will be pleased to learn of such a treasure. I suggest my handsome one that you plan on being taken sometime soon. Bloodnor has had you long enough!" He said with pleased anticipation.

The tiger left Feral splayed out on the bed and slipped to the door. Before he opened it to leave, he looked back at the Kat and grinned evilly. He gestured and Feral's pain was gone. "A warning, precious one! Tell not the King of what just transpired. He will not forgive you for letting yourself be taken even if it wasn't your fault. He's harsh that way." With that chilling reminder of the King's temper, the tiger slipped silently out the door.

Chapter 7: Holding His Own in a Hostile World

Feral jerked upright as soon as the he heard the tiger leave through the anteroom door. Though the tiger had healed all signs of his rape, his mind would always remember it had happened.

'I've been raped again!' He thought furiously. All his newly trained magical skills had not aided him at all! The scent of sex and the stranger hung heavily in the air. A second later, his mind processed what would happen if the King walked in now.

Terror filled him...galvanized by fear he lept off the bed, pulled on his robe and stood, shakily, in the center of the room and concentrated. Several moments later, he opened his eyes and took a deep sniff. The scents that shouldn't be there were gone...he went limp with relief then stiffened again as he realized he needed to cleanse his fur as well. Concentrating again, he willed his scent to return to normal.

He stood still for a long moment, processing all that had happened. The tiger had said something in parting that made him aware that his life had become even more complicated. He couldn't even tell the King that one of his visitors intended to steal his prize away. If it would have gotten him out of here, he might have allowed them to do it but his research had told him he needed to stay right here because this was where his portal to home was. No one else could cast the same identical spell because of the difficulty involved.

'Wonderful! It seemed, no matter how hard I try to avoid danger, it always seems to find me anyway.' He thought bitterly. He had only been here three days, how was he to survive another twenty-five more?

He righted the fallen chair and picked up his book. He started to tie the sash to his robe when he realized the robe held the tiger's scent. Sighing in frustration, he sent the robe away and conjured another in a black color.

Too upset to sleep now, he settled into the chair once more and read a little more before exhaustion pulled him into an uneasy slumber. He woke stiff and cold but to his relief, the King apparently had never come to bed. Setting the book on the table next to him, he got up and made his way to the privy.

Yawning as he returned to the room, he was about to conjure his usual costume on. He didn't dare conjure something he liked better for fear of punishment. He had tried an experiment with his new skill and conjured his old uniform. Unfortunately, the King chose that moment to enter the room...taking one look at his consort he scowled angrily. Feral found himself stripped and hanging in the air, arms and legs stretched out, blinking in bewildered surprise. A whip appeared in the Lion's paw and he stalked to stand behind Feral. Moments later the whip sang and Feral yelped in shock at the sharp sting. Bloodnor gave him ten lashes and forbade him to heal them for an hour. The pain was indescribable. Feral never forgot the lesson.

Before Feral could complete his gesture to dress, the door popped open and Gutaire hurried in. "You are expected in Aumire's office after breakfast and Carthmore's after lunch and you are running late." He said fussing around Feral, flicking a set of, what looked like, silk creme colored lounging clothes. They were ridiculous but at least he was covered from neck to ankle this time. He even had a pair of soft doe skin boots on.

After eating a quick breakfast with no sign of Bloodnor, Feral went to Aumire's office. The badger tested him on what he had read and was pleased at Feral's excellent memory. The Commander used that moment of good will to ask a favor.

"Would I be permitted to borrow some of your books when you are not here? I would be able to cover more ground when I have a moment rather than waste your valuable time coming here except to have you test my knowledge." Feral asked quietly.

Aumire stared at him for a moment. "Hmmm, perhaps you're right. Unlike those other newcomers, you do apply yourself to learning. Very well, you may come into my office and these..." Aumire said pointing to a group of books in a nearby bookcase, "...are the ones you need to concentrate on."

"Okay, I can do that." Feral agreed aloud, mentally he crowed with glee. He would now have free access to Aumire's library. He prayed he would find what he was looking for here.

However, he had a suspicion that what he really needed was in Carthmore's library instead since it dealt with magic. That would be a more tricky situation trying to get his paws on anything in that library. He was certain the wizard would never let him have free access to those books. 'One step at a time,' He admonished himself taking a couple of books dutifully from Aumire.

He was done early with Aumire so Gutaire changed Feral's clothes to outdoor ones then hustled him to the courtyard. A big creature with a bull's head waited for him.

"This is Roemer. He is our weapons instructor." Gutaire told Feral and without any further words, left him. Feral eyed the massive creature warily.

"I hear you are a warrior in your world. Let's see how much of that is true." Roemer rumbled.

Over the next couple of hours, the bull put Feral through rigorous testing with various medieval weapons. He knew the basics of swordplay but was better at knives. He showed proficiency with a bow and spear. But it was in hand to hand that he startled Roemer for the first time. Using his knowledge and skill of martial arts and other forms of self defense, Feral was able to take down the huge bull much to the amazement of the watching guards. That alone earned him the grudging admiration and respect from the bull and a request to teach Roemer and some of his elite guard.

After a quick wash, change of clothes, and a fast lunch, Feral hurried to his lessons with Carthmore. He had to find some way to obtain the information he needed to break the portal spell or what it would take to prevent him from being returned. Carthmore seemed to like him well enough, now if only he could slip in some appropriate questions to get the answers he needed. This would take time as he cultivated a tentative friendship with the irascible wizard.

Over the next week and half, Feral learned everything the King wanted him to know as well as devouring everything he could sneak out of Aumire's library that could help him. All his efforts to wheedle information from Carthmore had not borne fruit, but when he had been in Galanon for two and half weeks, he finally managed to sneak into the wizard's apartment.

The wizard was behind doors with the King when the opportunity arose. He had completed a training session with Roemer early so with his heart hammering in fear of being discovered, he slipped up to Carthmore's apartment and hurried into the wizard's special room. Searching frantically, he finally came across a book that might have the answer's he sought. It was simply titled, 'Magical Spells and Enchantments.' He carefully shoved the other books over a little to hide the spot of the missing book and quickly snuck out of the apartment again and stopped at the King's apartment long enough to hide the book under the mattress of the bed.

Pleased with his successful mission, Feral headed out for the stables where the King was to meet him. Bloodnor wanted his consort to go with him when he went to check his borders. They would be gone a couple of days. Feral prayed Carthmore didn't need the book he had taken and he had made sure he'd returned any books he had purloined from Aumire's library.

When he arrived at the stable yard, he found a large troop of soldiers and officers mounting up and other's stowing gear in heavy wagons pulled by a pair of a heavier type of Repnorse. His mount was ready for him, saddlebags with food and water already on it. As soon as he had mounted, the King arrived with his second in command, a heavy canine looking creature. In very little time, they were heading out of the castle and away from the forest where Feral had taken his lessons.

The King had Feral ride beside him. He briefed his consort on the purpose of the trip. The visitors that had been to see him had reported seeing weird changelings that had been encroaching on his vassal's lands. The bull, whose name was Yentar, had asked his liege to look into it. Yentar had made several forays against the things but they were fast and nearly invisible. He had lost five people already to the strange creatures. People dying in an already small population was a serious affair. It had made the King both worried and angry.

'This explains the large troop deployment Bloodnor has taken with him,' Feral mused.

The King brooded and spoke to his second from time to time but gave Feral no more attention which was fine with him, it gave him the opportunity to just relax and watch the scenery go by. It was interesting to see more of this world. He caught sight of other odd creatures that ran from the troops or flew overhead. Taking only brief stops to eat and drink before heading out again, they traveled until dusk had fallen. When they stopped for the night, the King's tent was set up quickly and he was hustled to it and cleaned by Gutaire. Feral hadn't realized until that moment that the mouse was even with them. He was brought a hot meal then left alone. Feral ate slowly, knowing what the night would bring. He set his plate on the floor and waited.

Only about thirty minutes later, Bloodnor moved briskly into the tent. He made his clothes disappear and conjured a brush in his paw. He sat on the bed and handed it to Feral.

Without a word, Feral began to groom the King's fur. Bloodnor had begun to ask the Kat to do this task about a week ago. When he was through with the Lion's back, Bloodnor turned around and watched his consort through slitted eyes as Feral finished doing the front. As soon as he completed his task, the King shoved the Kat back onto the bed and began to ravish him.

Feral moaned and writhed under the King's attention, ready as always for the Lion to take him. Bloodnor slid home and began to thrust rapidly. As they began to reach a fever pitch, Feral was surprised when Bloodnor stopped, leaned back on his knees taking Feral with him and making the Kat sit on his cock in his lap.

The huge cock pierced him deeper than it ever had before. He groaned in shuddering shock and pleasure. Bloodnor grabbed him by the waist and began to lift Feral up and down on his cock. Feral splayed his knees wider taking the lion in still deeper, going wild with abandon, the tension building to a hot and fiery finish. Feral screamed and clenched tightly around the King's engorged member. Bloodnor roared and filled the Kat's channel with hot seed.

Feral dropped his head limply on Bloodnor's shoulder as the King did the same, his arms firmly wrapped around his consort.

"I had heard of this position and wanted to try it. What do you think of it my warrior?" Bloodnor murmured in Feral's neck fur.

"Incredible!" Was all Feral could mutter.

"That's what I thought. Well I have another one I want to try. Put your legs straight out on either side of me." He ordered.

Feral sighed but did as asked, the movement causing the King's cock to rub within him as he did so and moaning at the feel of the still semi-hard pole.

"Perfect! Now just relax and let me do the work!" The King said as he began to move his hips in small circular movements while still on his knees.

Feral gasped and groaned attempting to move up and down to increase the incredible sensation but the King prevented him. Their closeness caused Feral's cock and clitoris to be rubbed against Bloodnor's belly fur. It was an exquisite torment that was driving Feral insane. The friction was making it wonderful for the King as well as he groaned with deep pleasure. Feral dug his claws into Bloodnor's back as the intensity built higher and higher then finally exploded sending waves of rippling pleasure throughout his body. He bucked helplessly in the King's arms as the Lion jetted his semen deep into his consort. They slumped holding each other until their breathing slowed to normal. The King twitched his cock still buried in the Kat making Feral gasp and buck. Bloodnor chuckled. Still smiling, he gently pulled the Kat off his cock and laid them both down on the bed, pulling the covers over them.

"Sleep well my consort," He rumbled, snuffing the lights with a thought. Feral gave an exhausted grunt in reply.

Dawn's early light illuminated the tent waking the sleeping pair. The King's hard morning erection slid easily into his drowsy consort. He thrust slow and gently bringing them both in a mutually intense orgasm. As Feral quivered from the wake up call, the King got up and ordered breakfast then conjured them both clean and dressed. That jarred Feral awake completely as he got up from the bed and joined the King at the small camp table. Gutaire appeared almost immediately with their breakfast.

They ate silently and Feral could see the King's mind was already on the mission ahead. Very soon, camp was struck and they were once more on their way. By midday, they reached his vassal's castle. It wasn't as large as Bloodnor's but it was impressive. Lord Yentar met the King as they rode into his keep. Not wanting to waste time, the King demanded to be taken to the area where the trouble was, immediately.

Feral thought he would be going along so was stunned when he was ordered to stay behind along with a few guards and Gutaire.

He watched from the gate as the King and his entourage, with Lord Yentar at his side, rode out. 'Just what am I to do while I wait for the King to return?' He wondered in irritation.

A voice he truly hoped not to hear again, spoke softly from behind him, "Do not worry handsome one, I'll find something to entertain you."

Feral whirled around and there was the tiger that had raped him. Fear slithered down his spine. As he stood there in shock, the tiger spoke again.

"Gutaire, why don't you go visit our well stocked larder. The King professed an interest in some of our blood ortangs that have recently been harvested and some of the smoked tangaren meat." The tiger told the mouse pretending to be the good host.

"Why, thank you Timoren, I will. Take good care of the consort. The King will be furious if anything happens to him." Gutaire warned as he left to enter the castle.

As soon as the mouse was out of earshot, Timoren, pretended to guide Feral toward a garden area of the castle. What the guards couldn't see was the tiger had the Commander in a punishing grip and was forcing him along while smiling the whole time. The guards kept a respectable distance as the pair ambled along.

Feral hissed under his breath and glared at the tiger. Timoren had a smug look on his face as he guided Feral toward a small building that seemed to serve as a gardener's hut. He pushed open the door and stepped in pushing the Kat ahead of him and closed the door in the guards faces. They didn't seem to think anything was amiss and took up posts around the building.

Timoran released Feral then quickly cast a complicated spell that he could feel on his skin.

"There! Now no one will hear us no matter what goes on in here." Timoran smirked as he approached the Kat with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Determined not to be so easily taken this time, Feral charged the tiger head on and used a martial arts move on him, tossing the heavier Kat against the opposite wall. Not waiting for the tiger to regain his feet, Feral lunged toward him and yanked the tiger by his vest throwing him again, this time against the door. Turning quickly as the tiger was just regaining his feet, he grabbed the wings and held on.

Snarling in fury Timoren wrenched himself from Feral's grip then whirled to lunge again at the dark Kat. Feral dropped to the floor and caught the tiger's chest with his feet and kicked him into the wall again where the tiger slid on his head to the floor, stunning him.

Breathing heavily, Feral kept an eye on the tiger as he tried to see if he could remove the spell. It was far more difficult than any he'd been taught and frustrated him. The tiger moaned and sat up shaking his head. He gave Feral a furious glare as he struggled to his feet.

Anxiously, Feral tried to think of something that would restrain the tiger then a brilliant idea came to him. Timoren was more powerful than he in the magical department and he hadn't been taught that many defensive tricks because it was thought he would not need them. With a wicked grin he cast a clothing spell but used something from his own world.

Just as the tiger nearly grabbed him a straight jacket wrapped itself around his body, neatly tying his wings painfully to his back as well as immobilizing his arms. He hit the floor hard and rolled in shocked fury trying to remove it. Since he wasn't familiar with the material, he was unable to undo it or make the fabric disappear.

He lay panting on the floor, glaring at the Kat standing not far away with a mixture of anger and grudging respect.

"What is this barbaric thing?" He finally hissed still trying to free his arms.

"It's call it a straight jacket and it's used to control Kats who have lost their minds." Feral said smugly. "So...if you want to get out of that you better remove the spell on this room and then swear an oath that you or anyone you might ask or hire will not touch me or try to kidnap me during my time here on this world." He demanded.

He had to word the oath just right. He'd learned that if any creature of this world swore an oath it was binding and if they broke it the consequences were hideous. But he'd also learned that the oath had to be carefully worded or it could be circumvented.

The tiger hissed in fury. He didn't want to do that especially after he had told his friends and father about this unique creature and assured them he could take him. The humiliation and punishment from his father would be harsh. He continued to struggle and attempt to conjure spells to win his release but nothing seemed to work.

Feral sighed and went to sit on a hand hewen chair that sat near the window. He looked out at the beautiful garden and one of the guards that stood nearby. He was nearly dosing from the early start to the day and the long ride when he heard Timoran finally give in.

"You win!" He hissed angrily.

"Clear the spell on the room." Feral said firmly, standing up and moving close to the tiger so that he could stare into his face.

Grudgingly the tiger intoned something, suddenly Feral could hear the sounds outside once more.

"Good! Now the oath!" Feral said eyeing the tiger carefully. Snarling under his breath, Timoran repeated the oath except for three words. "That's not it. Repeat and don't omit anything. I have no where to be until King Bloodnor comes back but I don't know about you." He said making the tiger realize he was willing to leave him bound to be found by his kin.

Huffing, Timoran repeated the oath leaving nothing out. Feral felt the air ripple around him just as Carthmore told him it would feel like when an oath had been completed as asked. Sighing in relief, Feral willed the jacket away. The tiger got stiffly to his feet, barely looked at Feral as he made for the door and out, not once looking back. Shrugging, Feral walked out of the small hut and decided to go toward a piece of quiet lawn on the side of the castle away from everyone. The guards followed discreetly.

Feral thought them next to worthless. He would have been raped again right under their noses. He couldn't fathom what possible good they were to him. Sighing, he dropped down to the sweet grass and laid down on his back staring up into the branches of a tree with strange looking orange leaves. He yawned and decided to take a nap. At least the guards would be useful at watching him sleep, was his last coherent thought as he drifted off.