War Begins
#6 of I've Had Enough
Theis is the SIXTH chapter! Fan art would be much appreciated ^.^; *giggles*
Halen sighed as he looked out the castle window upon the city streets of Canterbury. He had been staying in a guest room in the castle, which he found rather comfortable. A week had passed since King Richard had decided to wage war with Ashaile. The townspeople were finishing their preparations for war. The warriors were ready to go into battle and word had gotten back from Heradon that they would gladly come to the aid. Servinta had yet to send word. Halen had lost all hope in finding Cheyenne alive, and had decided to take up arms with the rest of the warriors. The majority of the warriors were males, but the females who were part of the army were stronger still. The door behind him opened and Ignius walked in. Halen turned around and smiled softly. ''Hey...'' Ignius smiled back and walked up to Halen slowly, putting his arms around him and hugging him tightly. ''Hey yourself...'' Halen giggled and hugged the silver fox back. ''Why do you always hang on me?'' Ignius grinned. ''Because I really like you. Do you mind?'' Halen blushed slightly. ''Well... no... but... how can you like me when you're with Rick?'' Ignius pulled away and smiled. ''It's real nice of you to respect others relationships like that, I really admire that. But we have an polygamous relationship. We can be with whoever we wish.'' He giggled and crossed his arms, putting his weight on one footpaw. Halen blushed again. ''Okay... well... if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?'' Ignius smiled and plopped onto the bed. ''I'm twenty four, Rick is twenty eight. And yourself?'' Halen blushed again, rubbing his arms. ''I'm only eighteen...'' Ignius laughed. ''Nothing to blush about.'' Halen looked up. ''Well I-'' He stopped. He thought about what Cheyenne had said when Shane had told Cheyenne that. He closed his muzzle and sat down in a nearby chair, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. Ignius got up and walked over to Halen slowly. ''What's wrong? Was it something I said?'' Halen whined quietly and shook his head. ''No... something just reminded me of Cheyenne...'' Ignius nodded softly. ''Oh... I see...'' Halen began to cry softly. ''I shouldn't miss him... I mean... he... he wasn't my... mate... but I really liked him... and... and now I feel like I'll never get to see him again...'' He closed his eyes and whined softly. Ignius pulled him over to the bed and pulled him under the covers, holding him close. ''Shh... it's okay... I have faith that he's alive...'' Halen whined and buried his muzzle against Ignius's neck. ''But... what... what if he isn't...'' Ignius was quiet for a few seconds and then he raised Halen's muzzle, kissing him softly on the lips, which quieted Halen instantly. He then stared into Halen's eyes. ''I'm sure he's fine... but if by some chance he isn't... then I'll be here for you...'' Halen nodded. ''Thanks...''
- * * Felix grinned as he paced back in forth in front of Cheyenne, who was standing obediently at attention. A week had passed and Felix and Jasmine had been training Cheyenne with different battle techniques. A brainwashed slave learned everything that was taught, had an endless memory, and followed orders better than any other fur. Felix looked over to where Jasmine was standing, her arms crossed and an evil smiled on her canine muzzle. ''What should we teach him now love?'' Jasmine walked over slowly, arms still crossed. ''What does he now so far?'' Felix thought for a moment. ''He's skilled with the sword, spear, bow, pike, ax, and with the battle claws.'' Felix grinned. ''What took me eighteen years to master has taken him a week. If only the power of brain washing would exceed three months... just think... we could make him the best warrior.'' Jasmine rolled her eyes. ''We could with any mercenary.'' Felix grinned. ''You'd think! However, certain species have different limitations. The fox has more agility than other furs, but still possesses enough strength to wield basically any weapon. The fox also has an undeniable endurance. He grinned and put an arm around Cheyenne's shoulder, nipping his ear. Cheyenne didn't move. Jasmine smirked. ''Surely there are other species that can function the same way?'' Felix shook his head. ''You need a fur who had agility, and you need a fur who has strength and endurance. The fox is the only species that can be manipulated well enough to comply with all three sides of the triangle. The second best is wolf, but with their body structures, they aren't as flexible. I can't begin to tell you how many wolves have died while under a brainwash spell. All because one body part or another was broken. And I can't have that, so...'' He made a cutting gesture across his neck with a grin. Jasmine grinned back sadistically. ''God, I love you...'' Felix purred softly and pulled a sword off the wall. ''Do you want see what he can do?'' Jasmine nodded and stepped back against the wall. ''Why not? Nothing like a little blood spill to cure boredom.'' Felix handed Cheyenne the sword and walked into an adjoining room, coming back with a brown furred wolf. ''He stood the wolf in front of Cheyenne. ''He's one of the slaves that we've been keeping.'' Felix explained. Jasmine grinned. ''Shame you have to kill him right away... looks like he'd be fun to play with.'' Felix grinned. ''Well why don't you? We can hold off their battle for a few minutes.'' He grinned at her and sat down on a wooden bench. Jasmine smirked. ''Alright...'' She got up and walked directly in front of the wolf. They were about equal height, which wasn't surprising as the husky is the wolf's closest relative. She undid the front of his pants, letting them fall around his ankles. She got on her knees and licked at his brown furred sac for a bit before taking his entire sac in her muzzle. The wolf panted softly but did not budge. Jasmine murred around his sac and then let it fall from her muzzle, licking up his sheath and then pushing her tongue into the opening. Felix murred from where he was, watching intently. ''Enjoy yourself.'' He directed at the wolf, who let out a moan instantly, his tongue lolling out to the side as his cock shot out of his sheath, directly into Jasmine's muzzle. Jasmine murred louder and began to suck hard on the throbbing piece of flesh in her maw, bobbing her muzzle slowly as his wolfhood thickened and shot pre into her throat. She bobbed her muzzle faster as his knot began to press against her lips. She brought her paw up and began to squeeze and rub his knot gently murring loudly. The wolf whimpered happily in pleasure, as his cock throbbed in her maw, his knot was now full size and was pressing insistently against her paw and muzzle. Pre flowed copiously across her tongue as she gave a firm squeeze to his knot. The wolf yipped loudly and threw his head back in a loud howl, his cum filled her muzzle quickly. She swallowed the cum that filled her muzzle as best she could, but the wolf's loud was too much and a lot poured from the corners of her muzzle. Once the wolf was finished, she licked up what she could, she stood up and wiped the rest off with the back of her paw grinning. ''Well... that was a huge load... probably hasn't cum in ages...'' She giggled and pulled the wolf's pants back up, his cock still hard and tenting his pants noticeably. ''Well, he's been locked in a cell by himself, and his paws were chained, so there was no way he could get himself off...'' Felix commented, standing up and grabbing a second sword, and handing it to the wolf. ''So... we have two furs... each trained well with the sword. Who do you think will win?'' Jasmine shrugged. ''Personally, I'd think the wolf would... but something tells me I'm wrong.'' Felix grinned sadistically. ''Well we're about to find out.'' He stood along the wall with Jasmine. ''Fight!'' He commanded. Both furs charged forward and swung their swords at each other. The sound of metal meeting metal rang out in the small training room as the furs. The wolf's strength was more than Cheyenne's and he knocked the fox backwards off his feet. Cheyenne only somersaulted backwards and the leaped at the wolf. The wolf evaded him and swung his sword at Cheyenne's back. Cheyenne eluded the attack and landed safely on the floor, he threw the sword at the wolf's legs, seriously damaging his legs. The wolf screamed out in pain, falling back onto his back, dropping his sword. Cheyenne jumped onto his chest, stabbing the wolf in each shoulder, a footpaw on his throat as he growled, holding the sword between the wolf's eyes. Felix grinned, looking at Jasmine, who was also grinning. He turned back to Cheyenne. ''Finish him.'' He said firmly. Cheyenne impaled the wolf's head on the sword, withdrawing the blade quickly and severing the wolf's head completely. Cheyenne then stood back up and stood at attention again. There was a large pool of blood on the ground and the scene of the wolf's corpse was very gruesome. Felix took the sword from Cheyenne and mounted it on the wall again, blood glistening on the blade. ''Well done...'' He said softly. ''Never show any mercy when facing an opponent... never...'' Cheyenne stood there like a statue. ''Yes master.'' His voice came monotonously, filling the room. Though it may have been uttered by Cheyenne, it might has well have been a demon from hell speaking.
Halen sighed as his horse made it over a huge hill, just north of the forest separating Ashaile from Canterbury. He was mounted on his horse, adorned with elaborate armor matching that of his equines. King Richard and King Horatio (equine), Heradon's King, were in front of him. Both were outfitted in fine armor, their horses were well protected, and the had a look of passion on their muzzles. Halen sighed and whispered to himself. ''Home...'' In front of the, about a mile or so, was the large castle of Ashaile. They had gotten wind of the war and their thirteen hundred troops were outside the city walls. King Adrius was on horseback in front of his troops. Halen gulped and looked back across their warriors. One hundred less than Ashaile, and they had reinforcements. King Richard looked back over his shoulder. ''Will you be alright?'' Halen looked at him and nodded. ''I'll be fine... I hope...'' King Richard nodded. ''We can pull this off... I know we will...'' ''But what of the Jhariv?'' Halen asked. ''We'll take out as many as we can before they arrive.'' Rick replied. ''Their hideout is in the mountains behind Ashaile. The Jhariv will come down to the east of the kingdom because it is about twenty miles shorter.'' ''Well... I would like, if I may, to go to the hideout...'' Halen said timidly. Rick thought for a moment. ''Alright... take ten warriors with you... and go to the west... and...'' He sighed. ''Be careful...'' Halen nodded and he found ten warriors on horse back and they set off towards the mountains. When the army was in shouting distance of Ashaile, King Richard called out. ''Adrius! Too long have you and your vile cult been plaguing these lands. You and my damned father will live forever in hell for the acts of injustice you've installed amongst our people! Today, you will perish!'' There was a loud war cry from Heradon and Canterbury's armies, followed by a boisterous war cry from Ashaile. The two kingdoms charged head on towards each other, weapons drawn.
Felix opened the door to a separate room, entering slowly. He was dressed in armor, and was carrying several blades in various places. ''Jasmine... we're about to leave... I want you and Cheyenne to guard the fort. Kill anyone you don't recognize.'' Jasmine grinned. ''Don't worry... with that fox by my side, we'll destroy everything that enters...'' Felix grinned and kissed his softly. ''Good to hear...'' He turned and left, walking down the hall and into a small room where the best assassin's armor and weapon's were kept. A lion was standing there, dressed elaborately and adorned with many weapons. ''Father, the warriors are ready. Shall we go and aid Ashaile?'' Helston turned around and grinned. ''Let's go finish the battle off... nothing can stop us now...'' Felix grinned as they joined the warriors. ''This will be easy...'' He muttered. Helston scoffed his reply and turned to the warriors. ''Spill the blood of Heradon and Canterbury, but leave King Richard for me! If only one warrior is falling tonight, let it be the wretched whoreson of mine. And let him fall by my paws!'' The warriors shouted out their approval. Felix grinned and turned to his father. ''For death and glory...'' Helston smirked as he mounted his horse. ''For death...''