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Chapter 11: Searching for Hiding Places

He was stiff as usual in the morning. Slowly sitting up, he willed the pain and stiffness away. You would think his well used channel would be toughened up by now but Bloodnor always seemed to find new ways to pleasure him. He was definitely going to miss the Lion's inventiveness.

He completed his morning routine, ate breakfast alone, the King was off again. He barely concerned himself about the various trips Bloodnor spent away from the castle. All it meant to him, was he was free of the Lion's attention for a few days at a time.

He spent the morning doing weapon's work then, surprisingly, his day was free since he had completed his lessons with Aumire and Carthmore. Except for the occasional problems in the harem, his time was his own. He still needed to return Carthmore's book so he kept his eyes and ears open for an opportunity. Meanwhile, he decided to use this time to look around the castle and its surroundings a bit more closely.

He realized he needed a contingency plan should Bloodnor discover just what his consort had been doing with all his reading. He'd already witnessed just how vicious and creative the King could be dealing out punishment and he didn't want to be a recipient of it. So on his wanderings, he looked for hidden, unused areas that he could hide from the King's anger, should it become necessary.

What no one, not even the King was aware of, was Feral could teleport. The King and Carthmore were the only ones that could within the castle population. He had been very careful to hide the ability.

He'd discovered the talent by accident when he was somewhere he wasn't supposed to be and the King with a counselor was approaching. Panic-strickened he was trapped and wished to be in his rooms at that moment. Seconds later he was blinking in surprise. He was standing in the center of the King's bedroom. It was a major revelation.

With this ability in mind, he wandered the castle for the next two days. Searching the upper reaches of the castle he discovered an empty tower room, dusty from disuse. Next, he decided he should be familiar with the location of the larder in the kitchens so he could eat while in hiding. While there he found a little store room that wasn't being actively used as it's purpose was as a root cellar. Perfect! The cooks and kitchen workers eyed him in confusion but said nothing to him as he poked around.

The next day, he searched around the outer areas of the castle. Taking a morning ride on his Repnorse he galloped near the forest and found a huge tree that hung over the meadow and was on the very edge of the forest. He rode up underneath its boughs and looked up. The center of the tree had thick limbs that would hold his weight. He was leery about taking refuge there as the forest was dangerous. It would be a place of last resort only, he told himself.

He continued his ride for a little until he came to the lawn at the edge of the orchards. Here was a small gardener's shack. He dismounted and went to check it out. Inside were trestle tables with potted plants and other tools and empty pots, the tools of the gardener. He didn't know if this was a good hiding spot since he didn't know the habits of the royal gardeners but if he was forced to it, it would serve as a temporary stop to a better hiding area so he kept it in mind.

The last spot he became familiar with was the stables. As he returned his Repnorse, he looked around. He noted the hay loft and as he looked at it a teen popped up and hurled down some hay from above. This was an excellent spot. It was warm and safe at night and there was enough hay up in the loft that even if the teen was up there shoving hay down he would not see someone hiding there.

By the time the King returned he had his hiding places stored in his memory ready for his use, if it should be needed.

His moment finally came to return the book. The King had returned to the castle on the morning of the third day since he'd left. Feral was reading near the fireplace in the main hall when Bloodnor stalked in from outside followed by his top two officers. His face was grim and angry as he shouted for Carthmore then continued on to his study.

Feral pretended to show only mild interest as he watched the King and his entourage vanish into his study. Closing the book, he stood up and stretched and walked to the archway that led to the stairs of the King's apartments.

Outside he displayed a casual indifference but inside he was anxious and alert. Now was his chance. He strode down the hall past the harem and on to the King's door. Stepping in he quickly hurried to the bedroom and fetched the book, hiding it in the one he was carrying and slipped back out of the apartment again. No one was around as he went back down the stairs.

What he didn't know was the she weasel was watching him. This was her chance to get even with this creature. She had been observing him steadily for the past week. He had been acting odd and he always seemed to have a book in his paw and once a book within a book. She watched as he looked around then made for the stairs that led to the wizard Carthmore's tower residence.

A smile of triumph spread across her lips as she watched him slip into the wizard's apartment. No one was supposed to be up there without the wizard being present. She had him now. When the King learned of his consort's secret doings, he would be furious and that arrogant Kat would be punished. She waited to see if he took anything from the room.

Feral was relieved when he made it inside Carthmore's apartment without detection. He quickly went to the wizard's work room and placed the book back in its place. Before he could leave though a feeling of foreboding stole over him. He hesitated, then not really certain what possessed him, he reached out and took out random books and flipped their pages without really looking at them then replacing them. He handled at least five more books before finally leaving the room. Instead of walking back to his room or the main hall, he decided it would be much safer if he 'ported. He sighed with relief when he appeared back in the King's bedroom.

The she weasel sat outside waiting for a very long time until she became too nervous. She could be punished as well if she stayed here any longer. With a last look at the door at the top of the stairs, she quickly ghosted away. She didn't know what the consort was doing in there but it would definitely get him in trouble. She would see to that.

The evening meal was a strained affair. The King seemed to be in a sour mood and was involved in tense discussions with his second in command and Carthmore, barely touching his food. Feral didn't draw any attention to himself. It was best to pretend to be invisible when the Lion was in this kind of mood. Obviously something was happening at his borders that had him upset.

After dinner, Feral took a leisurely bath. This time he allowed Glory and Sheen to service him. As he lay floating they soaped him and then caressed his body intimately making him sigh and moan with pleasure. Sheen took his cock and slowly sucked and nibbled it while Glory went beneath the wolf and under the water to mouth the Kat's ball sack and then on down to his clitoris. As Feral moaned and writhed, while his shoulders rested on a shelf on the pool, the wolf extended his arms to support the rest of the Kat's body keeping it from sinking. The spiraling tension built slowly making it more intense than if it had been done fast and quick. Feral arched his back and nearly gagged the wolf but Glory kept her place except for a moment to grab a lung full of air.

Feral came with a shuddering growl, shooting his seed down the wolf's throat while bucking away from Glory who came up quickly, gasping for air. Before he could right himself and thank the pair, a powerful pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist and pulled him close. The King used one arm to draw Feral into a hot, intense kiss.

Sheen and Glory grinned and went to work on the hugging pair. Sheen caressed and stroked the King's massive organ while Glory ducked beneath the water once more and began to nibble on Feral's female folds.

Feral gasped and groaned into the King's mouth while the Lion moaned his pleasure from his harem's tender care. They moved away quickly when the King pulled his consort's legs up and supported his buttocks so that he could slide into the Kat's waiting channel.

He was in an aggressive mood so didn't waste to much time in foreplay as he pounded the Kat hard and deep. Sheen supported Feral from behind to provide the King a firm surface to shove against. Glory circled the mating pair applying a stroke or caress here and there.

In very little time, the King was roaring his climax with Feral close on his heels. He hung in the Lion's massive arms as he caught his breath.

"You make the trials of the day bearable, my beauty. I can forget for just a little the problems that beset my kingdom of late." The King muttered with a sigh, nuzzling Feral's face and neck in lazy relaxation. They lazed in the pool for an hour before the King helped his consort out of the water. Bloodnor conjured their local form of money in two small bags and handed each of them one and waved them away from helping him further.

"Enjoy your reward for the caring of my consort, the others can take care of us now." The King told Glory and Sheen, dismissing them. They bowed, glowing with pleasure, then scampered away. The rest of the harem that had been at the pool quickly came up and dried the pair off. The King conjured a pair of robes on them then walked with his arm around his consort and left for their quarters.

In their bedroom the King pushed Feral gently onto the bed and made their robes vanish.

"I hate the time I spend away from you, my warrior. It seems almost as if fate were trying to deny me my heart's desire with you. But I refuse to give up and with that in mind..." He murmured with determination in his eyes, as he lay down beside the Kat and began to caress his chest and pinch each nipple into hard peaks.

Feral panted with desire and rolled against the King's body needily. The magic that bound them was very strong and in a small corner of his mind he worried that he wouldn't find a male as formidable and powerful as the King to break the spell.

His body craved so intensely, with an edge of something like addiction, for the Lion's touch, his kisses, and his hard, thick cock. It was overwhelming.

Bloodnor groaned at his consort's mews of desire and his body's demand for his attention. He thrust into Feral's hot channel then pulled the Kat into a tight embrace as he set a hard and fast rhythm that soon had them both thrumming with fire. Feral bucked wildly meeting each of Bloodnor's thrusts, sending him deep within him.

They roared together as the fire burst within them sending waves of tingling pleasure through their bodies until they fell in a sweaty heap, heart thumping, and breathes panting.

Chapter 12: The Hunt for the Consort

This morning as he woke stiff once again, he decided to just lie here for a while. There was nothing he needed to be doing and no where he was required to be. He willed away his discomfort. Suddenly he sat up as he realized something.

'I've only six days left till I go home,' he thought in surprise. 'Rein yourself in. As soon as I get home, my new problem begins. How will I find a male I can tolerate and is strong enough to dominate me?' He wondered worriedly. 'I'll have until out next full moon to find him and to get pregnant.' That last thought made him grimace. 'Why does everything have to do with me getting pregnant?' He thought sourly.

His musings were interrupted by the King's sudden entrance. Startled, Feral held the blanket in front of himself defensively when he saw a look of utter fury on the Lion's face. His heart hammered in his chest in fear.

"How dare you?" Bloodnor snarled savagely. He charged Feral but the Commander had disappeared.

The King stood there blinking in shock, his anger derailed by this new development. Shaking himself, his fury reignited, he searched with his magic for his escaped consort. After 'looking' for more than fifteen minutes with no success he came back to himself and frowned.

He had just been told through his chamberlain, Gutaire, that his consort had been doing elicit research. It didn't take a genius to guess what Feral had been researching. He intended to thrash his erring consort within an inch of his life. The whip, denial of sleep, and food deprivation would rein his rebellious mate in, his mind decided savagely.

But first he had to find him. He sat down on his bed and thought. His anger had cooled a bit and he realized his initial desire to cause pain would have broken his consort's spirit and he found it was that which made his heart soar when he was with him.

Further, this Kat had a deeper magical hold over him than his last consort ever had. He remembered the sexy fox that had been his first Lady. She had been disobedient and a tyrant with the harem. He had to punish her and it broke her spirit. He remembered how useless she was after that, so cowed she offered no challenge or energy in their bed. He finally gave her to Warkil for a herd of Repnorses.

No, he didn't want to break this consort. Feral was far too unique and his spirit was what made their matings so intense. Also, it appeared he was far stronger magically than any had guessed. It was obvious he had teleported somewhere.

He remembered now that he had been told his consort had been seen wandering around the castle for the past few days, poking here and there. Bloodnor realized Feral had been looking for hiding places. A growl escaped his throat, yes his consort was very cunning...very cunning...indeed.

He jumped to his feet and 'ported to the main hall and summoned his guard. He sent them to search the castle and grounds thoroughly. He didn't really think they would find him though. Feral wouldn't have left since his way home was the portal. but he would stay out of his lord's grasp until he was drawn home. Yes...his consort was indeed clever.

Terror had lit a fire under Feral and he 'ported to the empty tower room without hesitation. He had made sure he had his hideaways in order in his mind so that he wouldn't hesitate to escape before the King could lay a paw on him. He sat on the cold floor, still holding the blanket tightly, while his heart hammered in fright.

'Gods! That was close! He had blood in his eye.' Feral thought with a shudder. 'Well I guess its going to be a game of tag from now on.' He sighed in resignation as he willed warm clothes on. Since he was hiding anyway, he opted to conjure a set of his favorite sweats, t-shirt, jacket, and tennis shoes on himself. He smiled wanly. It felt good to be wearing familiar clothing again.

His stomach chose that moment to growl. He looked down at it and muttered, 'Tough, you're going to have to wait and stay hungry.'

Ignoring his hungry gut, he got up from the floor and went to the only window in the tower and carefully peered out. On the ground below he saw the King's guards searching. He pulled his head back and sighed again. They would be getting up here soon enough so he had to decide where to go next.

He had originally decided he would go to the stables next but it looked like the King had the whole castle searching so the only choice he had was the tree on the forest's edge. He grimaced, that was a really terrible and dangerous choice but he didn't see any other options. He mused for a moment, could he make a weapon from his home appear?

He concentrated. Since he knew his blaster thoroughly, it should work but despite all his efforts nothing appeared. Growling in annoyance at the capriciousness of magic, he tried to think of something else that might work. Finally, he thought of an ordinary handgun. They didn't use them any more but some of the gangs still did.

To his pleased amazement a magnum .357 appeared in his paw and, after checking quickly, found it was fully loaded. Perfect!

At that moment, he heard the sound of the searchers reaching his sanctuary. He grabbed the blanket and 'ported. He nearly dropped the blanket as he secured himself on his precarious perch in the tree. It wasn't the most comfortable place but it was safe. He could just barely see the guard searching the gardens, farms, and orchards from his perch but no one was coming out here.

He relaxed and leaned his back against the trunk and settled in for a long wait. He ignored his grumbling stomach as he prepared to wait till dusk to return to the castle. He had no intention of staying out here in the dark, it was far too dangerous but in the daylight and with a weapon he felt reasonably safe.

The search for his consort had been going on for several hours with no sign of him. Bloodnor had a hard time conducting business when his mind kept straying to his missing consort. The castle had been searched from top to bottom and all the grounds going as far as the forest but there was no sign of the canny Kat.

To ease his need to vent, he had already punished Gutaire for not being observant, the antagonistic harem members for betraying Feral, Aumire for allowing Feral free access to his library, and Carthmore for not putting protections on his library. It only helped alleviate a small amount of his aggravation and frustration.

He knew his consort was keeping one step ahead of the searchers. The best he could hope for was Feral appearing and getting caught in one of the many magical traps he had his reptile wizard Dantre set in various out of the way spots of the castle. Until then, all he could do was fume and wait the Kat out or the time ran out for his return home.

Feral yawned as he sat in his tree. The guards had ridden out but hadn't seen him in the tree...no one looked up. He wasn't attacked by anything hidden in the forest either, which was a good thing, he realized with chagrin. His gun would have brought the guards running.

He could tell everything had quieted down finally. By the sun's angle he guessed the evening meal was being prepared about now. He was very hungry. He thought he could risk returning so 'ported himself to the tower again. Happily there was no one around or near it, so he felt safe to leave the blanket, he banished the pistol...it was of no use to him anyway.

He 'ported to the small store room in the kitchens and listened to the many conversations that drifted through the doors as the evening meal was prepared. The enticing odors made him mad with hunger. He cautiously opened the door a crack and peeked out. In the next room before you got to the kitchen proper was the area the fresh provender was stored. He would have to make do with this instead of something hot unless he was lucky later and snatched some leftovers.

Carefully and quietly he slipped out, closing the door behind him. He grabbed a canvas bag used to collect vegetables and filled it with fruit, jerky, a small block of hard cheese and bread then 'ported to his tower room. He quickly conjured a mattress from the empty guest rooms in the castle. After a moments thought, he 'ported a heavy rock from a pile near the blacksmith's shop where a new forge was being built. This he put in front of the door so that he could sleep. It would slow anyone trying to come in, just enough, so that he had time to escape.

Satisfied with his preparations, he settled down to his impromptu meal. When he was somewhat full, he 'ported to a small stream that flowed through the orchard to get a drink and wash up. It was full dark now so no one could see him. He used a nearby bush to take care of his other needs. 'Porting back to his room, he settled down to sleep.

The King woke disgruntled and in a foul temper. He had his guards renew their chase of his illusive consort but their search was as fruitless as the first day had been. Everyone avoided the King as much as possible, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his ire.

For the next two days, Feral successfully hid from the guards and the King. However, another problem made an appearance after the third day passed. Feral began to ache for the King's touch. He tried to ignore it but as the day progressed it just got worse. He made attempts to satisfy the urgent demands his body was making by masturbating but it did not good.

He finally realized with horror that the magical bond between himself and Bloodnor didn't allow them to be apart for any real length of time. He further realized that the King was never gone from his side longer than two days...ever. Which meant the King suffered from the separation as much as he did.

What a mess! He couldn't give in now! He was soo close to returning home, there was no telling what Bloodnor would do to him if he went to him now for relief. He shuddered and tried to get some sleep. The discomfort had curbed his appetite so he hadn't left his sanctuary to eat except when the search came close.

His sleep was disturbed by intense erotic images. His body writhed and humped the bed trying desperately to get relief. Unbidden, the King came into his dreams, holding him and taking him. He moaned frantically and without realizing it he willed himself into the King's bed.

Bloodnor was having similar difficulties, he tossed and turned in urgent desire. He had tried to assuage it with several of the harem to no avail. His sleep was filled with images of his consort laying under him, begging him to take him. Suddenly, to his shock it felt like his dreams were real as he felt a familiar body on top of his, rubbing hotly and moaning desperately in his ear. His eyes popped open and there was his consort, eyes huge with lust and need, his body demanding. Bloodnor groaned with hot desire and wasted no time in entering his consort's wet heat.

They cried out with intense relief as they mated furiously. Coming was hard and violent and didn't end with the orgasm. Feral continued to rock and demand further attention and the King willingly gave it to him. They mated for a couple of hours, rested a few hours then began again until dawn found the King alone in his bed once more.

He roared in fury at being abandoned yet again. Tomorrow the Kat returned home, the King was suddenly concerned about his ability to survive his consort's absence. He had warned Feral from the beginning that he would pine for him but hadn't realized he would be in the same boat. He needed to speak to his wizards urgently.

Feral had awakened at first light with Bloodnor pressed against him. He wasted no time in 'porting away to his tower room. He sighed in relief. His body didn't hound him so much now and he would be going home tomorrow. But instead of smiling in anticipation, a look of concern shadowed his face. How was he supposed to manage being gone from the King for a month when only three days produced such intense need in him?

He had to find a solution much quicker than he'd planned or he truly would go mad long before he was returned here. Talk about a nearly impossible task.

Dawn was approaching when Feral woke the next day. He had no idea when he would be drawn back through the portal so he hurriedly got dressed. He returned his appearance to the one he had arrived on Galanon with.

As the sun began to appear on the horizon, he felt a tingling sensation and a pull. A flash of light blinded him for a moment and he blinked several times to clear his vision. When he could see again, he found himself standing in front of the portal in Megakat Park with the moon just setting. Standing in a nimbus of artificial light was a group of Kats staring back at him. His heart leapt for joy as he stepped away from the trap that would return him if he didn't break the spell. He prayed they could solve his problem quickly.

hapter 13: Revelations and a Request for Help

As he stepped away from the portal, his mind was feverishly thinking of what he had to do next then he stopped suddenly a look of horror on his face. It was night here now but he had been with Bloodnor the night before. How did that translate to here? And just how many days did he have left before he craved the King's touch again?

The Kats standing before him looked at him in confusion and concern. Feral's face had been overjoyed but now it was filled with fear and consternation. What was going on?

Feral noted who had been waiting when he stepped through. The SWAT Kats, of course, were there, his faithful Sergeant, Ms. Briggs (surprising, considering the late hour) and Dr. Sinian. 'Okay, Sinian is good to have and I guess the SWAT Kats are the only ones who might be able to help me.' He thought quickly then grimaced, inwardly, that he would need those two for something so intimate made him shudder.

"Are you alright, sir?" The Sergeant finally asked when it looked like the Commander was just going to stand there.

"No! But there's nothing you can do about that. I take it Steele ordered a cordon around the portal for the safety of the katizens and so no one could mess with it?" He asked though he was certain of the answer.

"Yes sir!" Was the quick response.

"Good! Continue doing that while I try to solve my other problems." Feral ordered then turned to the others waiting. "I'd rather get more help with this but there isn't time. I've got to explain what I need and get help as soon as possible. I think the best place for this would be the museum, Dr. Sinian, so that we have access to your extensive library on magic." Feral said grimly. "And, unfortunately, I will probably require your help as well SWAT Kats."

"I'd like to come along, Commander. I need to keep the Mayor informed on what we're planning to do about this portal." Ms. Briggs interjected.

Feral sighed and nodded. "I'm not certain I can 'port such a large group nor am I certain the magic I gained works here. All I can do is attempt it and see what happens. I haven't time and this will be faster than your jet. Gather a little closer to me." He ordered.

Everyone stared at him in puzzlement and not a little concern for his sanity but did as he asked.

Feral ignored their skeptical looks and closed his eyes. First he pictured the entryway of the museum, the only part he was familiar with then he willed the magic to take all that were with him and himself to that location.

He felt an odd wrench and the beginnings of a small headache when a variety of gasps made him open his eyes and found they were in the foyer of the museum. He smiled wanly.

'Well, damn, it worked!' He thought a bit blearily then his stomach demanded attention.

He groaned, "Dr. Sinian, I truly hope you have some food around. I haven't had a decent meal in days and after doing this much magic, my head is beginning to throb."

"Oh...of course Commander, please, follow me to my office. I've got some things in my mini fridge." Dr. Sinian said still a bit shaken at how they had arrived at the museum.

"Man, that was incredible Feral. Obviously something major happened to you wherever you went!" Razor said in amazement. T-Bone was still too stunned to comment as was Ms. Briggs as they trailed behind Dr. Sinian.

"Crud! That is a gross understatement!" Feral grunted as they reached the doctor's office and took seats near her desk as she went to rummage in her fridge for food.

"Okay! Please tell us what happened to you and what is this problem you have besides the portal still being in the park?" Ms. Briggs asked patiently.

"I think it would be a good idea to record this conversation for use in my report and if I fail to solve the problem, use it to try and continue to find a solution." Feral advised.

"That's a very good idea, Commander. Here...there's a sandwich, milk, and some fruit for you. Give me a moment to set up my recorder and we'll get started." Dr. Sinian said as she handed some food to Feral then turned to retrieve a recording device from a cupboard.

Feral ravenously ate his makeshift meal in a hurry. By the time Dr. Sinian was set up and ready he had finished all the food she had given him.

"Goodness, you really were hungry. Alright we're ready when you are Commander," She said activating the machine.

Feral briskly reported what had happened before he was taken then launched into what occurred when he had been taken through the portal. He gave a quick overview of Galanon and Celestor Castle, info on the main individuals he interacted with, the fact that they were becoming extinct due to no births in the past thousand years, their immortality and ability to use magic to heal all but death, their dependency on magic for most things, and how time differed between Megakat City and Galanon.

"A month?" T-Bone blurted in disbelief.

"It is another dimension, T-Bone. It's not surprising that it functions differently from us." Razor said absently as he absorbed what Feral had told them.

Still shaking his head, T-Bone asked, "So why were you taken in the first place?"

Feral stilled, he knew this question would come up, of course, but now that it was here he found himself reddening with shame. None of it was his fault but still he couldn't shake the humiliating treatment he'd received at the paws of the King.

He cleared his throat, and said in a tight voice, "The King wanted me as a breeder!"

"Well of course, I got that since they are dying out but why you in particular? Why not take all of us that had been standing there?" T-Bone persisted.

Feral shifted uncomfortably in his seat and stared at a far wall, unable to look at any of them. "Because he favored males and I was exactly what he sought as his new consort!" He said thickly, unwilling to elaborate further.

T-Bone blinked in confusion, not getting it for just a moment until it clicked, he gaped at Feral in dawning horror. There was only one way Feral could possibly be able to do what the King desired and now he realized just what the Lion did to try to accomplish it...he felt sick and for the first time felt truly sorry for the Commander.

"Gods! Feral...the whole time you were there?" He asked shakily unable to voice aloud what they all realized.

Still staring at the wall, Feral told them the whole sordid ordeal. The room fell silent and they couldn't help but stare at the Commander in horrified pity.

Razor finally broke the silence. "So what are these problems you say must be solved and what can we do to help you?" He asked softly.

Feral looked back at them with a bleak face. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he said, "First, the portal will remain and I'll be sent back on the next full moon. The only thing that will break the trap spell is for me to get pregnant...either by Bloodnor, which will trap me permanently in Galanon...or by someone here which will dispel the portal. Secondly, I am magically bonded to the King. I didn't think much of that fact at the time until I was hiding from him. On the third day away from him, my body began to crave his with an intensity that kept me in urgent need like a female in heat. It nearly drove me out of my mind. While I was sleeping, I dreamed of being with the King, my need was so great that I 'ported in my sleep and appeared on Bloodnor's body. It turned out that he had failed to account for his own reaction to the bond which was nearly the same as mine. It explained why he never stayed away from me more than two days. We are both trapped by the same need. So instead of being angry with me he gave me what we both needed instead. Fortunately, I awoke first in the morning and 'ported out before he could hurt me. So here's my dilemma, it was the night before in Galanon I was with him but its night here. How many days has it really been and am I going to be in trouble by tomorrow?" He asked grimly.

"Hmmm, I can only hazard a guess, but I'm afraid you may be right about tomorrow Commander," Razor said unhappily.

"Great!" He moaned rubbing his forehead.

"Well, Feral, if all you need is to have sex, I guess we could find someone who is willing." T-Bone said hesitantly.

"That won't work. You see there's another problem that ties in with the bond. It's how the bond was formed in the first place. I was forced to drink an elixir that made me compliant but I didn't know that...I just knew it tasted nasty. I was left to wait for Bloodnor. He soon arrived and ordered me to take my robe off. I couldn't! I clung to it in terror, frozen in place. He frowned at me and made the robe vanish then he began to caress me while I stood there helpless to stop him." Feral began to explain. He halted again as he remembered his feelings of intense frustration and shame.

"His touch sent sensations of heat and desire through my body despite the violent protests in my head. Too quickly my body was no longer my own but a wanton thing he used. He was a gentle and an inventive lover but that didn't change the fact that it was rape and my first time male to female." He said, his throat tight with emotion, his face once more turned to the wall.

No one spoke while Feral told his painful story. They glanced at each then looked away hurriedly. They almost wished they didn't have to hear this.

"I learned that when he dominated me totally his magic mixed with my newly emerging abilities and bound us together. After that first day, anytime he touched me I would respond no matter how I felt about it in my mind. I was raped again by another of the King's vassals and my magic was not up to the task of stopping the male. I learned the incident didn't affect the bond at all and since I wasn't under a spell...it hurt like any rape would but I got even with him later." He said flatly, a grim smile flashed across his face for moment then was gone.

Turning back to the group sitting silently watching him, he said, "However, I'm not certain we can break the bond. I have to be dominated by someone as strong as Bloodnor but even then I'm not sure I'll be able to allow another male near me without my magic rejecting them and/or me fighting them off. I also don't know how I'll be able to get pregnant. The King had tried for a solid month. I never came into heat. And what do I do about tomorrow?" He asked plaintively.

Razor's brow furrowed as he thought hard. "There might be a way Commander but it depends on what kind of magic you are capable of besides teleporting." He said slowly as he thought it through.

"Let's hear it!" Feral said tensely.

"What if we take an empty room and you make it look exactly like the King's then you change some willing Kat into a semblance of him. Just maybe it will allow you to accept the substitute to pull it off. For it to be really effective though, you should wait until you are craving him so badly that you won't be able to resist that easily." Razor explained.

"It might work," Feral said slowly thinking it through. "I'm sure I can alter a room but I've never seen anyone alter someone's form so I'm not sure I can either and what about getting pregnant?" He asked unhappily.

"Well first let's see if we can do it before thinking of something else and as for getting pregnant, I'm afraid we have to see a fertility expert and one that's trained on treating hermaphrodite males to help us with that." Razor said with a shrug. "Dr. Sinian, do you have a room that will suit our needs?" He asked the doctor.

"Yes, it's an empty exhibit room." She said getting up and heading for the door. The rest quickly got up and joined her. She led them to an elevator and pressed for an upper floor. A quick trip up and she was soon leading them down a long hall until they came to a closed room. Using her keys, she unlocked it and opened the door, flicking on the lights. It was a good sized room with no windows. "Will this do?" She asked.

"It should." Feral said looking around. "Please be silent while I give this a try." He asked as he concentrated on picturing the King's bedroom. After about ten minutes of concentration, a new room superimposed itself on the original. Everyone stared in amazement at the transformed space.

"An exact replica!" Feral said in pleased amazement.

"Wow! That's really cool Feral!" T-Bone said looking around. "So this is where you lived for a month." He said shaking his head.

"Yeah." Feral said with a shiver. Looking at this again made him uneasy.

"Okay, now that we have the setting we now need the volunteer." Razor said.

"I guess I'll do it." T-Bone said heavily. "There really isn't anyone else. He needs someone big and dominant and I'm that and, anyway, if something goes wrong, I can defend myself." He argued.

"You're right there, T-Bone." Razor sighed in resignation. He had been about to object that this wasn't going to be just breaking a spell, a kitten was to be conceived and he didn't think T-Bone had really thought about the end result as yet...but later... Razor just hoped it wasn't the start of a complicated problem. "There's your volunteer, Commander." Razor said turning to Feral.

Feral grimaced angrily. Again he was given no choice of a mate and it was a SWAT Kat this time...damn it! His life just couldn't get any worse. Gritting his teeth he attempted to alter T-Bone's form but after more than fifteen minutes, he finally gave it up and rubbed his throbbing head.

"It's no use. I can't alter his form." He admitted somewhat painfully.

"Perhaps you could just place a seeming around him, Commander. An illusion as it were." Dr. Sinian suggested after a moment's thought. "After all, emotionally you need to see Bloodnor but intellectually you need to accept another male to bind to you so, although you 'see' the King, you'll 'smell and feel' another."

"Hmmm, I think she's on to something, Feral. Give it a try anyway!" Razor agreed.

Sighing and trying to ignore his aching head, Feral focused on T-Bone again. This time he tried to place an image of Bloodnor around the tabby. At first a ghostly shape appeared then it solidified and covered T-Bone. He could feel nothing but everyone else could now see the leader that had taken Feral.

"Woah! Now that is one formidable looking individual. He'd give Dark Kat a run for his money." Ms. Briggs said staring at the huge Lion-like creature.

T-Bone strolled over to a mirror and stared in shock at the image that looked back at him.

"Man, that's one scary dude. You have my respect, Commander for having survived being with him." T-Bone said giving a low whistle.

Feral felt a warmth fill him at T-Bone's comment until he realized it was Bloodnor's image that was making him hot and bothered. He groaned inwardly.

"Okay now that we know you can do it, go ahead and remove it for now. Will this room remain or do you have to recast it?" Razor asked.

"I don't know. I guess we can leave it and see if it stays." Feral said with a shrug then closed his eyes and removed the seeming from around T-Bone.

"Now all we have to do is see a specialist for you on the fertility problem and wait until you get very needy for the King and come back here and hope for the best." Razor summed it up.

"I guess so." Feral was forced to agree that it was a good plan.

"I think I can help you find someone about that Commander," Ms. Briggs said remembering a colleague telling her about just such a specialist. "Let me check with someone then we can see if they can squeeze us in as an emergency. If I speak for you in my capacity as Deputy Mayor we might get the help you need that much quicker." She said pulling out her cell phone.

"We'll check with you tomorrow, Commander to see if we need to be here. Meanwhile, I'm bushed. We've been up every night of the full moon trying to figure out that portal. I'm for getting some sleep." T-Bone said yawning.

"I'm for that, buddy." Razor agreed.

"Stand together then and I'll send you back to your jet," Feral said, closing his eyes when they had done so and sending them off.

"I think I'll do a little poking through my books on magic from Queen Callista's time and see if she ever encountered or used anything like this spell." Dr. Sinian said distractedly to Feral as her mind was already focusing on the problem.

Feral just nodded as Ms. Briggs finished her phone call and turned to him.

"We're in luck, Commander Feral. Dr. Milton says he can see you right now. So if you'll send us back to my car we'll go." She said.

Feral gestured for her to get close then he pictured the part of the park that held the portal and teleported them there. He didn't look at the portal as he followed Ms. Briggs to her car, nodding at his enforcers as he passed by, startling them. They had known he was back but it was a bit unsettling to know he could come and go with just a thought.