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“What!” Shouted a very much confused Draskin Slaver. “You mean I could have most of my family back?”

Collector nodded; the Iguana was trying to hold back his emotions. “Indeed. About three months. Unfortunately, that cannot be said about Dianos or Disaterdae. They both have a long while. I have to look at Dianos’s papers, but they should still have roughly a year or so.”

While the wings of the large male dropped loosely behind the owner, he let a drawn-out growl loose as he pondered things. “I see now why I must get job; I must live like a tiny one to live out here.”

“Yes. Unfortunately, so.”

“After Maxwell is bound to his female, I shall ask him for his knowledge.”

Dianos came walking carefully into the room where his father and his Master was conversing. Upon his back, he had three females whom looked rather displeased about being carried. He laid down and let the females slide down his side all the while grumbling about his worried attitude.

“Ladies, please. I told him that you three are in his absolute care until you have your clutches. Let him do anything and everything until then.” Collector interjected their griping.

“Told you. Karen said she would be seeing about a short-term resident doctor.”

“I may look into that myself. Dianos, this evening, I want to see you alone in the study.”

“Sir?”

“Just do as your told. Go tend to your ladies and behave.”

“Father. Master.” Dianos gave a light bow before going to his females. They absolutely refused to get onto his back then walked out with him following.

“I think being told he is now a father has changed him.”

“It has. Greatly.” Variax smiled as his son’s tail vanished into the hallway.

“Now that the shock is done, drink?”

“No, thank you, though. I am going to be with my wife, as you smaller ones put it.” Variax chuckled then turned tail. “I am hoping I can find everything we need to allow you and Disaterdae to properly become life-mates once she is freed.”

“Agreed, even if we have to return to Drask for the deed, we will do so.”

“If I may, I suggest looking for, what is it… loopholes? To see if there is a way to free her sooner.”

“I have not done that since my raise in the Guild. I’ll look into that when I can. The next two days are going to be busy for me.”

“Yes, teaching the young how to mate. Best learned straight from shell, but each to their own.” Variax left leaving his teacher alone.

Collector’s phone buzzed; it was Tommy. He answered the call and let the young Bear know that he had a room ready for him and his two slaves. The Bear was grateful for the opportunity and would be coming over as soon as he got leave. The call ended then Will came in with the Holopad and Richard’s gem in hand. Collector chuckled and took the pad.

“Councilman Ten.”

“Giving your Hand the day off is a little unsound, Richard.” Tolbert chuckled.

“Sir, good to hear from you. I do hope that my message was received?”

“Indeed, it was, which is what I was calling for. I also saw that many returned their Draskins to the Guild.”

“Yes, I asked them if they found themselves in financial trouble due to their upkeep, I would take them and place them in the breeding program. I know that they were gifts, but I can say having multiple adults in my care, even with my own wealth, my wallet feels it. I was going to mention this at the next gathering.”

“Ah, a bit of a financial assistance to help with the larger ones?”

“Exactly, granted if you are having them on a world lush with wild game, it does help. The males love to hunt.”

“Good, that will be in the next Lesser Council memo. Do you have your larger student close by?”

“No, he’s… having relations with his mate.” Collector chuckled. “We saw that they had a short-term entitlement, so thank you on his behalf. He has become quite chipper.”

“I will not change that, but I do recommend that you give him the titles first, it was for her protection overall.”

“I’ll offer it to him. Though I have a feeling his mate would be released while the young remain in our care. Is there anything else that we need to discuss?”

“Only one thing, Maxwell will be getting a special gift from me directly as a… mating present.” Tolbert chuckled as he thought about the young Alpha. “He will most likely never go up in rank, but I believe that will suit him well. I am sure you will likely be a little envious of his gift. I will not expect you to be at the meeting in two days, so expect the detailed minutes.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Have fun with the canines, I know I would.” Tolbert closed the link.

“I wonder what would make me envious…” Collector thought as he handed the pad back to Will. “How is our lovely young couple doing?”

“They had just returned minutes before the Councilman called. They had been exploring the nearby city with Karen and apparently purchased a few things for the family.”

“Even with a day off, he still thinks of work. Poor boy.”

“It is all he knows.”

“True, true. I am not complaining, it’s… just that I feel for him. There is hope though. I see him becoming a Master later in life, much like myself.”

“Hopefully not in the same manner though.”

“No. Hopefully not. See if the staff can ready an early meal for the Slavers. Max is going to need the rest and I will be busy for the rest of the evening with Dianos.”

“Anything I need to be concerned about?”

“We are not leaving the property, but I am going to help him with his training. The latest report suggested that he was more worried about physical combat than ranged. So, I am going to work with him and remind him why he does not want me involved with his training. Speaking of which, I want both mine and Richard’s tool trunks brought to the study. With sturdy ratchet straps and a saddle blanket.”

“Poor guy. I shall get it done.”

“Thank you. Dismissed.”

Will bowed then left. Collector smiled grimly as he thought of what he was going to do to his brother-in-blood.

An hour later, the Slavers had eaten and was given some slight orders to question their lessons before Collector went to the study and found both heavy trunks and the items requested waiting on him. Now he played the waiting game as he added stuff to the trunks to make them heavier.

When Dianos entered the room, he gasped as the saw one trunk on top of straps, a blanket folded on top, and the other waiting quietly. He said nothing as Collector came up beside the trunks, lightly tapping his tail against the one he had chosen for the drake’s back.

“They are not going to attach themselves to your hide. Do yourself a favor, blanket first, over the wings.”

“This is going to hurt.” Dianos stood and grabbed the blanket before tossing it around himself. “Why is the blanket so heavy?”

“It is a saddle blanket; it is sturdy enough to withstand the wear your scales will do to it. Now use that bungie strap to hold it in place while you get into a comfortable position over this trunk. Then the other will go onto your back. After that, I will strap them down and then we will jog around the property. You complain, weight gets added.”

Without a word, Dianos laid across the trunk and waited. He watched his Master pick up the trunk with little difficulty then hefted it onto his back. The drake gasped as the weight was felt and was not the kind he expected.

“Sir, it is hard to breathe.”

“Once it is strapped, you will be able to stand. Don’t worry, I will only make it snug.” The clicks on the straps made Dianos wince as Collector worked on them. “There, now stand.”

Dianos struggled to get up, but did so. Collector made him walk onto the tiny balcony and jump to the ground. Luckily, he had only one story to fall. Once there, Collector skirted down the side of the building to catch up to the wincing drake.

“Feeling it yet?”

Dianos nodded.

“Good, start running, along the tree line.”

Dianos did so, his Master kept up the stride easily. He started with a lap around the initial property of the mansion. Then was instructed to shadowbox his way through a second lap. Collector’s scale had a sheen of sweat while Dianos panted like a hound dog at the end of the second lap. Collector had him pace in a circle for a bit then went for water. After that, Collector had him go to a large tree and start punching it.

Come nightfall, Collector pulled the gear off of the drake and watched him nearly collapse to his knees. He called upon others to return the trunks and blanket inside before returning his attention to the Draskin.

“Are you going to complain about your training again? Or give me reports about you worrying about anything again?”

“No, sir.”

“Good, now let’s head to that pool and soak for a bit.”

Dianos dragged himself behind his Master and enjoyed the cool waters despite his instincts wanting to check the dark waters for danger. After a bit, Collector went over and began to rub Dianos’s shoulders, what he could reach anyway.

“You are doing fine. Just keep sparing with Shari’shay and you will do fine. If you wish to have yourself judged, just ask me, Butch, or Michelle any time.”

“Alright.”

“Now, how about a better form of relaxation?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your scales need proper care. Not to mention that you need a distraction. You are far too worried about everything. That is my job, not yours.”

“I cannot help it. Back home, it was my job to ensure everything was being ran as father wanted it. Now that I am focusing on being a warrior and a father, I am overwhelmed by my own thoughts.”

“You seem to need a day to yourself, though it cannot be allowed, I might be able to arrange someone to take you for shopping.”

“I would appreciate that, greatly.”

“I’ll talk to Tony in the morning and see if he would like to use your services. I am sure he would love to buy something for his lady friend.”

“Speaking of shopping, may I use some funds to purchase a few things in hopes that my young will use them?”

“Very well, you may, as long as Tony is the one using the card.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The morning came, Collector did as he promised and talked to his adopted brother. The Fox agreed to the menial task of babysitting the drake for a day while Collector was busy with Max’s Mating Rites. Collector then found Will and Richard and told them what he expected of them today, what he did not tell Will is that he planned on letting the elder Wolf be the one to do most of the rites if possible. Max called the Slaver’s meal making the Iguana a little irritated since he could not be with his family. He joined the others and found that Tommy had just arrived and was being seated next to Variax.

“Greetings, young Tommy, though the next few days are going to be busy for me and Max, you will be learning the basics from Variax. Once available, the four of us will be breaking in new slaves and I will see what we have to work on for each of you. So, make sure you learn what you can. It is not going to be fun, but you wanted this and this is what we do. Also, while we are away, you are to assist in the kitchen under the watchful eye of Sous-Chef Veernar. So, after you eat, get to the kitchen and report for duty.”

“This is to repay you, right?”

“It is.”

“Alright.” Tommy nodded then did as instructed.

Once everyone ate, Max was showing his nervous energy as Collector got the group moving. Richard took over the leadership while Will and Roger got the two Slavers moving. They took the chosen vehicle to the Desert Clans and arrived without issue. Roger stayed with the car for the moment while things got started as he was warned by Will that it could get intimate with all guests. As they entered, Max greeted his future father-in-law and introduced his father. That made the elder Fox smile.

“So, Guild Master, are you going to stick it to the Alphas and allow the pup’s father do the ceremonies?”

“I was hoping for it, yes. William deserves it after thinking his litter was destroyed for so long.”

“Good, good. Come, we males need to prepare.”

“May I ask what we are doing?” Collector asked the Elder.

Will chuckled. “Remember those pills Butch has to induce our breeding cycle? We will be taking a few of those then Max will be forced through an abstinence trial.”

“That’s rough, though thanks to my Human blood, I am always in my cycle so… bring it on.”

“That’s the spirit. Let’s go claim some pups.”

Max whimpered a little knowing that the pheromones would be brutal to withstand, but that was the point so he would learn to not act like a feral hound every time a female was in estrus. The elders chuckled at him. Collector noticed that the females were not in sight. He hoped to continue to avoid them for a while yet.

The elder led them to a room where there were several males sitting around with towels covering their loins. Collector felt out of place suddenly as he was the only non-Valhanian in the room. It had never really bothered him before, but these were intricate Rites that he was witnessing and being involved in.

“Elder Mastrol, thank you for allowing my teacher to join us today along with allowing my father to be a part of this.”

“As long as he is in our territory, the Alpha laws only apply to the true criminals. Not to the betrayed. We know what happened to you, William, and we wish we could change the outcome.”

“Thank you, that means a lot.” William nodded as the Elder looked at him in the eye.

“Young Richard, I know you may not… fit our females, though we did manage to find a fellow Slaver willing to rent a female to us for you. So, when that part comes, she is all yours.”

“Thank you, I was a little worried about that.” Collector gave them a false smile; he would have rather had a few males mount him.

“All she asks is that you do not harm her.”

“Never would dream of it. I am not one to induce pain for pleasure.”

“Satri, are they ready?”

“They are, sir, shall I pass them out?”

“Indeed. Max your chair.”

“Joy. More and more, I am liking the human standards better.” He chuckled as he sat and watched as the other males began to remove the towels and swallow the pills.

Collector stripped quickly and happily took the three pills as they were handed to him. He shrugged as he watched Will swallow his without thought then followed the Wolf’s example. The pills had an aftertaste that reminded Collector of a dark chocolate mint, but the initial hit to his system was noticeable. His sense of smell increased after a couple of minutes; the scent of the males put him on edge. His well-hidden neck flap blushed and became prominent. Subconsciously, he tried to brush it back down but it only made the flushing worse. The females were escorted in by a group of younger females who had yet reached maturity.

The Innodiate chosen for him looked highly similar to his own self, but that did not register to his mind. As she approached him, he bobbed his head instinctively gaining a small giggle from her. She circled him, rubbing on his scales, and even flicking her tongue under his chin.

“You may breed me, powerful male.” She said in Innodian and then laid herself prostrate and lifted her tail.

He said nothing, nor did any others cross his mind as he mounted and shot himself into her cloaca then bred her properly. He bit the nape of her neck and lifted her backside with his as he flooded her with his potent seed. He knew that normally this process would take five minutes, though when it registered, it had already been ten. The plug had yet to be felt, not that he was complaining, but he was growing weary and dehydrated. Around the fifteen-minute mark, the painful plug came and lodged itself within his mate, sealing his seed within her egg-chamber.

He pulled away from her slowly giving her several, gentle licks as he did so. He then looked around the room seeing that every male was tied except max whom did his best to ignore everything. Without even putting himself away, he went over to the young Alpha and sat on his lap with a smile.

“I am truly enjoying your people’s Rites. Too bad you can’t so far, eh?”

“And you are lust drunk. Clean yourself.” Max nudged the Iguana off his lap.

“Sure, you don’t want to taste?”

Max glared at his mentor then took a deep breath to steady himself. “No.”

“Fine.” He huffed then sat his scaled hide down and licked himself clean of the fluids from his female.

He stopped when he heard the release of one tie and the fluids splashed onto the floor. This male began to lick himself clean leaving the female moaning, and begging for more. Collector went over and gave this female a sniff then attempted to mount her. She squealed as the Iguana invaded her and forced his larger shaft into her. He got halfway into her before she pulled away forcefully. He was going to try again, but her bared teeth stopped him in his tracks.

He hissed then stepped toward her again. She growled then snapped at him, he was quicker and went above her then latched onto her nape then swung around for another attempt. This time he was pulled away by the freed male and held away from her.

He hissed and squirmed; water was forced into his muzzle. After a moment, he started to calm down. He blinked and glanced around with a glazed look. Only then did he get sat on the floor. It took several minutes before he was able to speak, and only then it was a muttered apology. It took him a few heartbeats to realize there was a hand on his shoulder. He followed the claws up the arm to find that it was Will’s.

“I got you, Richard.” It took a lot for Will to call him by his actual name. “I got you.”

Collector nodded then pulled his knees to his chin.

He did not move again until the orgy ended and the Elder called out for the next bit of fun. And that was getting the couple together and parading them around. This would also entail them going to the Gountlich Pack and showing off their Alpha. Collector got dressed then quietly hid in the shadows while he continued to compose himself.

“Young Richard, do not hide. What you did was from the Rut pills. You had no control over your instincts.”

“I know, Elder, I know. But what I did to that dame was not excusable, I will have to find her later and apologize deeply.”

“If she remembers herself. Come it is time we assist the young to mate then we shall parade the joined couple around the families. All three.”

“Three?”

“Yours, of course, is included. We may not be with the remains of your Earth kin, but we do have your Valhanian brother.” The Fox slapped Collector’s back and gave a hearty laugh before turning to his own family. “Satri, it is time to call in your sister!”

“Yes, father.”

“I am ashamed to say that I never got your name.” Collector told the Elder.

“Ah, well. That is because I would prefer the title over my name. Even though you have the translator, it is still difficult for most. Your father did his best, but still stuck with Elder. It is Vashnac’autyama.”

The other elders chuckled as they saw Collector’s face change.

“I think Elder would be easier.”

“Told you so, boy. Ah, there is my lovely daughter. Maxwell, come, it is time for your father and I to join you two. Off with those hides, lad, you no longer need them today. Once the joining is held firm it will be her mother’s turn for the Rite. We males cannot witness this, but you, Richard, are not one of us. Watch, but do not describe. Ever.”

“Understood.” Collector nodded.

Will and Vashnac’autyama stripped down their young and rubbed pungent oils into the fur. Once the fur was coated the fathers brought the two together. The Elder got Yoli to drop to all fours and flag her tail while Will went behind his son and guided him forward while holding onto his sheathe and testicles.

“If either of you do not want this bond to happen, now is the time to say so.” Will said over Max’s shoulder. Neither spoke allowing Will to continue pushing his son toward the female.

Once Will had Max into position and gently pressed his son’s shaft into her, he shoved the young Alpha’s hips forward causing the vixen to gasp in pain as he pulled the two tightly into his own hips to prevent Max’s instincts from taking over until Yoli got used to having the bone inside of her. As she relaxed, Will slowly let his grip loose then shifted his attention to Max and got his hips moving.

Yoli yelped in pain as Max slowed his thrusts. The fathers backed away as an elder female came in with an escort of other females and a large basket. They went around the room tying a blindfold on each of the males except Collector then covered Max’s eyes before adding an odd colored oil from his brow to the tip of his tail. Then the mother picked Max up and sat him beside her daughter then rubbed the same oil from nose to tail tip. Afterwards she took a small vial and dabbed the liquid inside onto the swelled vulva of her daughter before using her claw to rub some oils on the inside of the vulva.

The young females waved smoking incense over this process. The mother then pulled Max’s leg over her daughter then pulled them tail to tail. She then motioned Collector to join her and allowed him to assist in the next part. She showed him how to paint the male’s body then proceeded to do her daughter’s. In a sense, he was acting in place of Max’s mother. He painted swirls into the fur. Once he got to the muzzle, she had him switch as he painted Yoli’s in the same color Max’s fur was. As the last stroke was brushed, Max slid out of his mate then Yoli turned to him rubbing the wet paints on their muzzles together. Her mother took the supplies away and hid them once more in the basket then the other females began to remove the blindfolds after the mother spoke gently of her approval of the couple.

Collector removed the blindfold from Max as she nodded to him. Then she sprinkled oils into Collector’s hands then had him rub both brows.

“You two will be a beautiful couple.” Collector smiled at the two.

“Come, young ones, it is time for the showing.”

The males were dressed leaving only the new couple in the fur. Will pulled Collector into his arm while the Elder did the same for his mate. The Elders lead the parade while Will and Collector kept the couple in front of them. While they were escorted through the full hallways of various Valhanians waiting to catch the glimpse of the couple. Many of the males joked at the size of Max’s testis, he just shot back with the quip that he could refill faster. A couple of the females said he looked small, Yoli shook her head and shut those down quickly. Once they were at the great hall of the house they were in, the Elders shouted out in unison.

“What does the Family declare of these two? Are they Mates?”

The response was several howls and wagging tails from the couple.

“This Family approves your choice of your male, my sweet Yoli. You may now take on his blood name of Brenson.”

“I thank you, Papa. The next time we speak I will be an Alpha’s female.”

“Not just his female. His mate.” Her father corrected. “Go now and follow the ways of the Arkavi. Become one with their Dames and lead your new sisters proudly.”

“I will, Papa. Thank you.”

The couple went to stand beside Will and Collector.

“We are now partly one Pack, one Family. Elders, on behalf of the Alpha of Gountich Pack, I offer you to join us for the remainder of the Rites.” Will spoke loudly letting all hear his voice.

“We accept your offer with open arms. Let us make the journey together.”

“Roger knows about this, right?” Will whispered.

“Nope. Time to turn that furless hide of his red.”

As the six came outside, a pair of teenaged males were assisting Roger putting the roof down on the car. He laughed as the group came up; his back was turned to them.

“I didn’t even know this was a convertible.”

“Most cars here are.” Max chuckled as he went to open the door for his mate. Roger’s jaw dropped as he saw the two naked. They sat on the back dash as the others piled in. “To the mansion first then to the Pack.”

“Uh?”

“It is one of their Rites of Passage. Let’s go.” Collector chuckled as he climbed in last.

“Right.”

“Low and Slow, driver.” The Elder chuckled as he settled.

“The laws allow this?”

“Indeed, this is how we keep ourselves from rutting every female in her cycle. We embarrass ourselves as a reminder of what we are not. This is a planetary Rite that has kept families from being torn apart since our feral days. If my memory serves, you humans had a similar upbringing until you deemed it unfit. We however cannot change our genetics without changing our people.” Max spoke out for Roger’s sake.

“Very well, low and slow.”

They got moving, the journey led them through several Packs and small towns once they returned to Arkavi territory. Leading up to Izzlinta Mansion, Max and Yoli proudly showed themselves off along with nuzzling each other every so often. As Roger landed outside the main door and blared on the horn, Max and Yoli jumped out and stared at the mansion.

“To think that we will be living here for a few years yet. We shall live like royalty.” Max spoke quietly to his dame whom smiled greatly. “If I can get it to come to pass, I am hoping to be able to travel the stars after my apprenticeship is done.”

“I hope so too. I have never been off-world before.”

“Don’t worry about that, we will be traveling enough. He’ll make sure of it.”

Collector joined the couple and nudged them forward as the door opened and revealed a very shocked yet thrilled Hound.

“I did not realize they would be parading here as well, sir.”

“They consider us a part of the family, Martin. Would you like the honor of calling everyone out?”

“Thank you, sir. One moment. Uh, should I have everyone gather in the backyard?”

“That would be splendid,” Collector smiled as the older dog stepped a couple paces away then bayed.

Many howls of various types returned his call then the thunderous sound of feet driving bodies out back. Richard was the only one that ignored the call as he came to inspect the demand.

“Ah, Richard, head to the room and collect that little package that came in.”

“Package? Oh, that. Right away.”

“It is not much, but consider this little gift a welcome to the Guild, Yoli.”

“Did you buy her a slave?” Max asked with a bit of worry.

“No. That is your job. This is from Councilman One. It is mostly yours, Max, since you are the Slaver, but in marriage, everything is shared.”

Max’s Second came into the room with a folder in her arms and a neutral glare on her face. She waited until Richard returned then presented the folder to her Master as a six-limbed creature came down the stairs. The ‘Taur’ looked very much like a centaur and very masculine.

“Master Maxiculla, I am known as Hivri. I have been placed into your arms by my previous Master you know as Councilman One. Is this the lovely mistress I am to serve?”

Max was speechless, though he nodded all the same.

“Yoli. I am Yoli, his mate.” She at least found the words to answer the stallion.

“Then I greet thee formally, Mistress Yoli. May I serve as your steed for the time being, as for the while, I cannot be with you until your ceremonies are complete.”

“Yes.”

Hivri turned and knelt beside the couple and allowed the two to climb onto his back. Max’s Second then walked beside the stallion as they walked through the mansion to the back doors.

“He was right, I am jealous. Considering that they are a Slaver mark of prestige, I am guessing Councilman One has high hopes for the boy.” Collector spoke lightly to the Fox as he, in turn, chuckled.

“I was told that Hivri’s female will be joining them as soon as she has foaled. What does that mean?”

“Birth.”

“Oh.”

“That pup is very well liked already if he was gifted a mated pair. What of the foal?”

“I know nothing more.”

“Guess we shall hear about it later. We need to hurry up, our guests are leaving us behind.”

Once all the movement came to a halt, Collector grabbed Will and dragged him to face the crowd. Will shook with a bit of fear as he knew that this crowd was more honest than anything else when away from their Masters.

“Use that voice, pup.” Collector whispered.

Will nodded, “My family… my Pack, for those who were of this world once knows our traditions, our values, our ways. I present my son and his female to be judged. For those who do not know what I mean… do they make a beautiful couple in your eyes? Judge them. Are they mates!?”

Wolves howled their conformation as others shouted, stamped, clapped, and other noisy doings to confirm their judgement. Collector grinned as he saw Max squirm a little as embarrassment struck him.

“By the sound of things, they are mates in the eyes of this Pack!”

The few female Wolves and Fox came forward and bowed to the couple. Uki looked over Yoli with a grin.

“Shall we give them our markings?”

Will looked at his Master, the two nodded and stepped away from the couple the dames quickly gathered flowers and berries that matched a tone of red to Collector’s eyes then made a natural paint that they then quickly marked the two making sure not to cross the previous paints. Uki gave the two a gentle lick before tapping both noses with a claw dipped in the paint.

“Go with the blessings of your family and this Pack.” She drew close to Max and quickly clamped onto his testicles. “You hurt her and you will pay dearly.”

Max went stiff and nodded.

“Good boy.” Uki gave him a squeeze then walked away.

“Shall we prepare a feast for tonight?” Richard asked as the dames went back to the crowd of the family.

“I’ll call and let you know what his Pack wants to do.”

“Very well. I’ll let the staff know to stock up just in case.”

“You are a blessing, my dear Fox, don’t ever change that.”

“I shall attempt it, sir.”

“Thank you. We shall take our leave shortly and mingle with his Pack. I have my phone; I’ll call the private line.”

Richard nodded then stepped back as his Master was called over by his Guests. He asked them that when they were ready, they would head to Max’s home Pack. Max nodded then went to his Second and then pulled her aside. As he talked to her quietly, Uki dragged Yoli to the side of her Master and had a ‘pain-filled’ conversation.

“If you have trouble taking him, let Richard know. We have various sizes in males that can help you stretch.” Uki spoke quietly as she knew that this could be a touchy subject.

“And I will ensure that they are covered, no unwanted pups from a male you don’t want.” Collector smiled lightly.

“I shall be fine. My Sisters and I had been taught all our lives how to handle a male. I will grow with my mate. Besides, I will soon come into my cycle and will be attached to him for a long while. I shall get used to his size one way or another.” Yoli chuckled and backed a step. “Besides, what kind of Alpha would I be if I let another male close to me like that? We will be fine. Especially when he has his Second to give us proper Arkavi young should the Council demand that.”

“I doubt they will, Yoli, they want change as much as he does. They grow tired of tribal ways and want to join the galactic mindset. They don’t want to rid this world of everything, but they do want growth.”

“As long as they can temper their natures, I will be happy.”

“I am sure they are already tempering themselves. Besides, the Desert Clans need a voice, you are it. I already have made some friends, but politically… you are it.”

“Then I shall do my best to make my voice heard. I will just have to howl louder than those males.” Yoli let a small growl escape with a grin.

Collector nodded then glanced back to the others. They were gathering once more. Collector, Uki, and Yoli rejoined the traveling Pack and prepared to move out once more. Once everyone was back in the convertible. Elder and Will had Roger drive slowly through the city before heading to the Pack. They made sure that they paraded around the full building that housed the Alphas before making their way through to the rural areas.

Once out in open territory, they sped up and made good time. As they came up to the Pack, Collector leaned over his driver and pressed on the horn. Roger made a full lap around the out-laying buildings before slowly moving to the center of everything. Everyone came out of the houses and gathered around the vehicle. Max and Yoli stood on the back of the car above everyone. Will howled to silence the crowd.

“By Rites granted to me via the Alphas, I am free for this Rite of Joining. Does any male wish to contest this right that I am owed this day?” Will shouted for all the Pack to hear. When no answer came, he continued. “This I shall finish the Joining as I have started it. Richard Manson has acted in the stead of my beloved does any female wish to contest this right giving to him this day?”

Only one female came forth. “I do not contest, but I do wish to assist in my sister’s honor.”

Will looked at his Master whom nodded. “Accepted. Let us part the Pack for the final Rite.”

The Pack parted into genders, Will stopped Collector from joining the males and turned him to the dame that spoke. He found that this was Cac’ma. The females readily accepted him and thanked him for acting as Max’s mother. He blushed and smiled at them. Though it did not take long before Cac’ma began telling Collector the Rite of Joining on the Female’s side of the Rite.

He listened and absorbed as much as he could before they were called upon. Though Cac’ma would be by his side for the entirety of the female’s moment. He found that the dame’s starting Rite was to bind him to her now it was time to bind her to him. He found that what Uki did was just adding a promise of pain and suffering to them should one broke the bond dishonestly.

Collector noted that Vahalan customs seemed very primal in nature but, also, very spiritual. The ladies agreed but did not allow him to press further on this. As they gathered the paints and oils- and what appeared to be a heart from a freshly slain beast- a young male called for the females to rejoin the Pack.

Upon returning to the males, Collector found that the new couple was on a table head-to-head with their right arms tied together and blindfolded. The only sound made was the crackling of burning logs. Collector swallowed hard as he and Cac’ma stepped in close sync to the couple. He repeated her whispers loudly.

“I come today… to bind this child to this sister. This morning… he was naught more than a pup… tonight he will be an Alpha.” He and Cac’ma stood at the couple’s heads. The dames that followed carried the paints and oils. One female whom would soon become of breeding age carried the heart symbolic of the virgin blood. “This moment… the virgin blood shall be spilled.”

They took a step aside to allow the young dame to come forth and hold the heart above the two. Cac’ma pulled out a dagger that was clearly ceremonial and handed it to Collector.

“With this blade… I cut the heart of the mighty virgin… and bestow this couple with the Blessing of Grichmon’uhl.” He sliced the heart and allowed the blood to drain slowly over the brows of the two then down to the groins where he circled both genitals in blood. “Sisters… come… now we must cast our own blessings upon them both.”

As acting mother, he took the first claw full of paint and circled both of their hearts in black covering the red and browns that had been there previously. Once this was done, the other females began to paint on the couple smearing the blood deeper into their fur with each stroke of paint.

“Call William up.” Cac’ma whispered almost forgetting that she was assisting him.

“I now call upon William.” Collector held the dagger above the bindings of the two. “Do you accept this Rite?”

“I do.” Will said firmly

“Do you feel any distrust? Dishonor? Or any other ilk between them?”

“I do not.”

“Then, as the Blood of his Blood, would you break this bond should any distrust or dishonor be seen?”

“If only it cannot be mended, I shall.”

“Then join their blood and join them fully.”

Will took the dagger from Collector and placed the double edge between their joined hands as Collector held them firmly on the blade. One singing draw of the blade sliced open the course palms allowing their blood to mix. Neither winced at the quickness of it. Will undid the binding then used it to tie their bleeding hands together.

“As this binding symbolizes the chase of Death, it also symbolizes the gift of Life. May many sons be brought forth to carry your legacy. May many daughters follow to ensure that your Pack may never be barren. Today you are mates, but more than that, I grant you the title Alpha of Guntlich!”

Howls followed quickly after Will’s declaration. Collector’s instincts nearly had him freeze up.

“Carry this Pack to glory. For you are no longer a mere child. You. Are. Alpha!” Collector shouted proudly.

He looked down upon Max and saw his tail thumping slowly as though he fought it.

Males shouted out for a feast. Collector nodded to Will and to Elder and his mate. “In honor of this moment and to honor his lost mother. I shall host a grand feast at Izzlinta Mansion. If there is no ill blood, the dame’s Pack shall be invited as well.” Howls answered Collector’s invitation along with wagging tails. “I have one request from everyone that will join us for this feast. Let us all speak as equals. This is a historical moment, the Joining of Arkavi and Mitalin. Be they male or female… let us all remember the day this Pack properly joined the Council of Alphas!”

Males began to kneel and bow their heads; Collector did not realize that the couple stood up and hovered over him. Even Will knelt in front of his son.

“Take this request as though I have decreed it myself. Let us make history… together.” Max spoke regally. It was clear that he was slightly intoxicated as was Yoli, but Collector could not begin to guess with what.

Collector and Will assisted the couple back to the ground then walked with them outside. At the threshold of the building. Max and Yoli undid the binding then turned to each other before kissing fully. A couple of young dames barked at their kissing along with a hushed shout demanding more tongue.

“Oh, the ‘more tongue’ will be later tonight.” Max answered once he pulled away. That got the crowd howling again.

Will lead them to a house that Collector remembered as Arflanx’s and quickly pushed the door open. Inside was bare to the bone, but Will still smiled at the memories. “This is now your proper Pack home. Though everyone knows that you have other duties and places to rest, the sisters will keep this place cleaned for you.”

“It is tiny compared to what I have grown used to, but at least I can say it is mine… Thank you, dad.” Max’s tail wagged quickly as he looked inside. He grinned at Yoli before sweeping her off her feet and taking her inside with a chuckle. “The one thing I will say that I am interested in the most is the basin right now.”

“The Rite is done; you may wash off. Though I suggest you wash each other, it helps finalize the primitive mindset. Not to mention, it can lead to some… fun.” Will chuckled then latched onto his Master. “You have a few calls to make, ‘Madame.’”

Collector let out a laugh then walked back through the door and nearly ran into Elder whom was laughing at whoever was on the other end of the line.

“You are flat-out crazy, Slaver. I like that. The Wolves cannot wait to meet their extended Pack. Thirty heads by-the-way. Would you like us to bring traditional entertainment?”

“No. I got something in mind… a bit of Earth tradition with my own little twist. How are you at dancing?”

“Been a few years, why?”

“In words of the humans… bring your dancing shoes.” He chuckled as he pulled out his own phone and quickly dialed the holopad to talk to Richard. “Hey pup, looks like it will be at least a hundred and twenty-five guests so let’s aim for feeding one-thirty-five. Oh, and ask Karen to dig up some slow dance and such. I’m going to entertain the married couples, so I’ll leave the singles for someone else to entertain.” Collector chuckled then thanked his Fox before closing the connection.

“You are lucky to have such a well-controlled Pack even if they are of various species.”

“Many of them know my temper and do well to avoid it. There are times I wish I was back in their hides… not caring about the outside world. Anyway, plans are being made, so now we just get to sit back and enjoy watching the Pack embarrass their freshly declared Alpha.”

They heard a yelp from within the house then laughter from Yoli. Collector smiled as Will came up and asked Elder if he wished to speak with the elders of the Pack. Of which, he agreed. Collector was left to his lonesome for a bit so he wondered around the Pack housing looking at the infrastructure hoping to gain some insight on how the natives built traditional homes. He eventually ran into some pups rough housing.

He was going to walk away from them when he heard a loud yelp then the others scream. One of the boys had fallen and broke his leg. Luckily, it did not break the flesh. One pup seemed to have themselves focused on the moment.

“Go find your Alpha.”

“Yeah.” Said the young dame, she ran off barking in such a way that his translator did not pick it up.

It did not take long before adults came running up to the injured. One male Collector had not seen before, covered in various dyes, tiny skulls, and piercings called to the pup. The pup swallowed hard as he looked at this male. This male said he would have to remove the leg, but Max barked then he and the other adults backed away. Max came up with Roger.

“Can you set it, Roger?”

“Hm?” Roger knelt and examined the boy. “Simple bone structure, I will need a splint and bandage. I do not have what I need to make a cast. I am also going to need thick leather for him to bite.”

Max nodded then told the adults what was needed, the Pack ‘Witch Doctor’ did not like the human and made his protests well known. Max silenced him with a jab of his claws into his groin. With a yelp that matched the young pup, he doubled over. Max growled and clenched his fists then turned away from him. He knelt down beside Collector and looked the boy in the eye.

“How did this happen?”

“I fell off… the big stone.”

“This will hurt a while longer, but this human will help far more than Diatchi… and you will get to keep your leg. Now who is your father?”

“Sota.”

“My Alpha, I am here.” A muscular male came up and nearly prostrated himself.

“Don’t do that.” Max huffed. “I am going to ask if you would let him stay with the human while your son heals. I do not trust the loud mouth over there.”

“Of course, my Alpha, thank you for keeping him whole.”

“You are welcome, but this is a simple knowledge for a slave tender to fix. We will get him healthy once more.”

Sota nodded smiling nervously at his son.

“Fear not,” Collector chimed in, “I will make sure your son will have the best of care as long as he is with my family.”

“Truly?”

“I will treat him like my own blood. You are welcome to stay as well.”

Sota’s tail bristled as he glanced to Max whom nodded. “It would be an honor to see the second life of our Alpha.”

“It shall be very different.” Collector sighed slightly.

“We will keep him from seeing the worst as we do not draw blood without proper reason and those reasons are extreme.” Max chuckled.

“We could even show you should you wonder what it is like in the daily life of a Slaver.” Collector smiled at Sota.

“I think, for now, that will do.” Sota kept watch over his son as Max and Collector stood and backed a few steps away.

“That seems to be enough excitement, shall we get the Pack moving?” The Iguana asked quietly.

Max nodded then went off to get the males working on gathering things. Collector and Sota took the pup to the car. Then they waited for Elder and his mate. Once the car had its intended riders, Roger took off leaving Max and Yoli to run with the rest of the Pack. They got back to the mansion and promptly got the pup inside and got him better situated to treat the broken bone.

The young pup took it like a warrior and was soon sporting a cast and began to get the attention of the older females of Collector’s family, mostly encouraged by Sota and Collector as the females were very anxious to tend to a young Wolf. While Roger was finishing up the treatment, Collector left to check on the progress of the banquet his staff was preparing. The staff was running wild along with volunteers from his family.

“Sous-chef. A moment if you can.” Collector shouted over the noise of the kitchen.

Veernar huffed bitterly but came over. “Sir?”

“I do not wish to take much of your time, but I wish to know how Tommy is doing.”

“Given more time, I could easily turn him into a proper chef. He does excellent for being a Spacer, do not take me wrong, but he could learn more.”

“Would you have a part-time spot open in the kitchen for him to learn while he learns from me.”

“If he wants it, yes.”

“Then we shall ask him tomorrow once this fuss is done.”

“As you wish.”

“Good luck and thank you for this.” Collector offered his claw, but the chef shook his head then bowed. The Iguana smiled and returned the bow before parting from the work.

Collector wandered a bit. He ran into Richard as he was reading a small tablet. The Fox flicked his ears as the scent of his Master became strong. He shared some news about the Drask home planet and the start of repairs along with the public notice of the solider that had a grudge towards all species, he was sentenced with an even harsher punishment since he attempted to kill his Master. Collector hissed slightly at that. He then asked for the minute log from the Council meeting, it was not available yet. Richard shared that one of the reports from the Guild House came in and told of the beginning of his office was being built. Collector thanked the Fox and they parted ways. He came across his Griffins and raptor princess.

“Valenia, are you having fun?”

“Yes! These two make me laugh, that one, though, is no fun.”

Collector chuckled and knelt a little to see her eye to eye. “Oh?”

“He won’t let us hunt the small things outside.”

“Maybe when you are older, he is right, for now. You cannot be outside by yourself.”

“Then how can I show my emotions?”

“After the party, we’ll go outside for a little while, alright?”

“Okay.”

“That’s a good girl. Now, I want you to find Will and ask him to make you look scary for me, but remember not to hurt anyone that comes close to you. Your claws can really hurt people and we do not want that.”

“No. I do not want to hurt people. But I can scare them, right?”

“Absolutely. Until we teach you how to protect yourself without hurting someone really badly, I want you to be extremely careful with your claws.”

“Okay.” Valenia ran off, bouncing with each step.

Collector grinned as she ran off then turned to his nervous Griffins.

“I want the three of you to come with me. I normally do not do this to my family, but due to your instincts, I want to make sure you three know, and remember, who the boss is here.”

Collector escorted the three out to the back patio and had them start setting up the tables and set them in certain places. He used his ‘Child’ whip when they did not correctly place things. By the time everything was set, the male had tears falling and was sniffling. His tail was sore as he struggled the most to set the tables upright as he could not balance well on two feet. He thanked the three of them and sent the hermaphrodite and female back inside as he knelt beside the male.

“I do not use a whip often. This was just to make sure you know in the back of your mind what you are and who controls your life.”

The male listened and rubbed his beak with his foreleg.

“I don’t like to watch my family cry, so let me make this up a little. Grab my hand.” Collector stood and reached out to the young one whom stared at the clawed hand.

The brute squawked as he grabbed his Master’s hand and was pulled upright.

“I see that tail curl, relax it. Let it help balance you.” Collector dragged him forward slowly letting the lad step at his pace. “Keep the beak facing out and pointed to where you want to go. Good. Let’s aim for the door.”

Step after unstable step, the male gained speed and a bit of confidence. He lost all balance when he reached for the handle of the door and fell beak first into the hard wood. Collector rubbed the scuffed beak gently and told him to keep up the practice. Collector also told the male he was allowed to use the walls for now to help him balance. He was about to open the door himself but the flapping of feathered wings stopped him and made him look back. Shari’shay slowed her decent and landed gently behind the two males.

“Councilman.” She slammed her fist across her chest and bowed slightly. “The parameter is secure and your security detail is set up. We are ready for the gala tonight.”

“Shari, tonight I would like you and this little guy close by. He needs to learn everything we do. Rather Michelle likes it or not, he is your direct responsibility tonight.”

Shari’shay’s feathers and fur stood on end for a moment. “As you command.”

“Off record, when would you start training these three on sexual conduct?”

“As soon as possible, the female will be in her cycle soon which should force this one to mature then my fellow dual gender should follow.”

“And how would you go about this?”

Her beak clacked and ground slightly as she thought carefully about her words. “I would teach them how everything works in that particular subject.”

“I can tell you are uncomfortable about this, but you are the only adult Traskuviva I know. Would you help me, please?” Collector tried not to beg, but he was close to that.

“I will be off duty after the party for the next two-day cycles. I will have Dianos assist me.”

“Thank you. I will assist in whatever way I can.”

“For his sake, that would be best. Should you dominate him and claim him now, he should mind you better later.”

Collector nodded then checked his phone. The Pack would show up anytime now. “In the morning then, if time allows it. I think there are more Rites to go through, Will did tell me this was a three-day ordeal.”

“Then I would suggest doing so tonight. The rougher, the better. Don’t forget to bite.”

“Great…” Collector nodded then opened the door. “Don’t forget that we also have a ‘training’ session to push into this. Though we can save it for your next days off. Speaking of such where is that lovely lady at? I need to speak shop with her.”

“She claimed a small, unused room for an office with the permission of the staff.”

“There you go lad. Care to show me?”

“I need to make my report anyway.”

After Collector spoke to Michelle about various needs, the guests started arriving. Sota and his son stood happily beside Will and Collector as came inside. Yoli’s family arrived just as the last of the Pack walked into the clearing. After about twenty minutes of mingling, Everyone was brought outside and sat. Collector forced Max and Yoli to sit on a raised dais so everyone could see them.

Collector came up front and tapped on his glass with the mixing spoon. The sound was loud enough that the Valhanians quieted quickly and looked at him. “I know it may not be traditional for you all, but I would like to toast the new couple. Since he has come into my care, he has been eager to learn about everything. Not only about the Guild, but of the entire Empire. This child… nay… this man still has much to learn, and much more to teach. So, all I have to say, with every blessing I can give, learn. Learn and live.” He paused a moment to turn to the extended family. “And to all of you, I pass the same blessing. Let us join ourselves in merriment and experience a whole new life from this moment forward. This right here is history in the making. Let us do this right… together.” Collector rose his glass. “To the new Alphas!”

Glasses and shouts joined his in the air.

“Alpha Max, this party is now yours.” Collector bowed then went to his seat all eyes went to the Wolf.

“Thank you, Collector. Let us have entertainment and food!” Max had no idea what was being done so he just shrugged and went with the basics.

A mighty roar sounded as Dianos flew over the crowd twisting and spiraling almost randomly until he landed roughly in front of the dais purposefully making a dust cloud. As it settled, various creatures had quickly gathered beneath the dragon in various clothing. Somewhere behind the onlookers, a heavy drum began to beat. Dianos stood still as the others began to move slowly to the drum picking up pace as it did. While the dancers got the attention of the Valhanians, three other Draskins were circling overhead and quickly descending. Drums and cymbals rolled loudly, then the dancers ran off to the side as Variax roared loudly and landed in front of the crowd. His translator left off for the show, he spoke loudly in Drask if his son was ready. Dianos roared in response and flared his wings.

A ‘fight’ was held. Loud hisses and snapping of teeth. Even the occasional spewing of flames. Then the females joined in as they added to the noise and violence. Tara came up to her brother as they stood close to the dais, she swung and sliced a drama blood bag covered in his quickly gathered scales and coated the tablecloth in false blood. Gasps were heard from everyone accept Collector and the actors as Dianos collapsed hard. His father came over and sniffed loudly before stomping his son’s shoulder and letting a mighty roar fill the air.

And with the mighty voice of a king, Variax summoned his words. “Victory is mine! Now the feast can come!”

With the help from his mate and daughter, the limp Dianos was placed over Variax’s back and they hauled him off to get ‘cleaned for the meal.’ Shouts from the crowd for more blood sounded as the dancers went back to a slow dance and the kitchen staff started to bring out large platters of ‘dragon’ meat.

No one realized went the four rejoined the feast, but when everyone noticed Dianos they all asked him as best as they could how he was alive. His answer was simple mercy of the gods and a smile.

When bellies became full and chatter became loud, Collector stepped up on the dais. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention, please. I have something special for all of us couples tonight. Though I leave those who have not found that perfect someone in the hands of my brother for now. Let us part ways for now and enjoy something a tad more Earth style.”

Tony stepped up with his plus one and directed the singles and children inside. A group of slaves came in and quickly cleared the tables and moved them away.

“I don’t know how often you dance, but tonight, we do so. This first dance belongs to our lovely Alphas.”

As a slow dance tune came on, Max smiled as he grabbed his mate’s hand and showed his family what he had learned. He enjoyed getting close to Yoli, holding her and spinning slowly on the makeshift stage as Collector moved to the sound booth to take over the music so Roger and Karen could go dance. The next few songs were local upbeats and got tails moving Collector smiled as he saw the silhouettes of two Draskins dancing away from the smaller folk.

Two hours of multicultural songs later, everyone was going for more food and drink. Laughs and the jovial of mixing of dancing partners called the night. Collector agreed to the mass sitting and started winding down the songs. He called one last song for the Alphas and even announced that it was a little racist and only meant to ruffle the fur of their main man. Max laughed hard and even barked with the song. When all was said and done, night had come.

Will had come up to his Master and told him that tomorrow the six of them would be needed at the Council of Alpha’s to sign papers and such. Then they would have to go through more ceremonies with Max and Yoli. Not as extravagant as today, but tedious. Max and Yoli had to prove to their parents that they were capable of starting a family on their own along with raising them. Granted that Max had proven that, thanks to the Guild. When the Drask young had begun to fuss, Max was quick to find them and usher them to bed leaving Yoli briefly.

“Will, tell me something: is this next ritual just a way to attempt a pregnancy very first few days of bonding?” Collector asked his Wolf companion as they stood and watched the crowd.

“In a way. It also lets the new mates to get used to each other and learn not to hurt themselves. Once that knot is locked in, it can cause a lot of damage to both should they try to part quickly.”

“That I know. I’ve been left sore plenty of times from Butch. My thought is… what happens if they don’t or can’t get pregnant?”

“There is always adoption and he has his Second to give him an heir.”

“What is your opinion?”

“They are compatible, there are mix breeds all the time. Though this litter will have it far easier than others just because of the parental status.” Will’s ears turned toward the couple and he chuckled. “He just asked the elders if he could skip the next rite.”

“Come then, let’s see if this rite cannot have a Guild twist to it.”

The two joined the small crowd and made their way to the couple.

“So, you want to change your rites? How is this then, tomorrow, you get to teach Yoli how to be a Slaver in all its glory in front of everyone. Is this acceptable to everyone? Since being a Slaver is not only being a parent to many, but an Alpha as well.” Collector made Max start and fold his ears back slightly.

“I volunteer myself as her subject.” Will added quickly.

“Then you shall judge them both as a slave while I do so as a Council member.”

The elder males nodded while their mates frowned slightly but understood that Max also had other things to deal with.

“We will finish the day off at the Guild to get her license. Might as well do all the paperwork in one day.”

“Yay.” Max said sarcastically.

“The families can stay here tonight so they can watch Yoli’s ability to be both a parent and a Slaver. Max, Yoli, I suggest retiring early today as you are going to need the energy.”

Some chose to take Collector’s offer, but those that did not, left once it got late. Rooms filled with slumber, another filled with the sounds of quiet chatter and planning. Yoli’s parents along with Will, Collector, and Variax sat in the den all with a chilled cup of whiskey.

“The young one has grown even in my old eyes.” Variax chuckled as he licked the liquid carefully.

“That he has. He will be a fine father someday. Octavius taught him well along with Richard.” Will spoke calmly. His tail wagged slowly behind him as he thought of his son.

“Thank you. So, let’s discuss how we should judge him. I mean, I have not taught him all he needs to know.

“Keep things simple. Just give him simple tasks to get him to teach her.” Will hummed after a deep sip. “Been a while.”

“Simple.” Collector nodded absently. “Alright.”

“May we add some of our rites into the tasks? Since you have young ones here.” Elder hoped some traditions could be added.

“Sure. Like what?”

“Changing diapers.”

“Will, do we have any that young? Even mine are starting to go without.”

“We Drask learn bowel control quickly. Less likely to be found by rivals and opportunistic predators.” Variax confirmed his son-in-blood’s statement.

“I would have to check the dames but I do not think so off hand.”

“My two can suffer for uncle Max.”

A knock on the door got Collector to sit up straight, Will moved faster and was answering the knock before his Master could think it.

“Many pardons, sir, but there is a Councilman Five here to speak with you.”

“I thought he stayed on Earth. Let him in, please.”

As Martin stepped aside, Char’zi and Niah stepped in.

“Forgive the late-night intrusion, I was just going to ask Martin to give a room for the night.”

“It is fine. This is Max’s father in-law and his wife.”

“A pleasure to see you two once more.”

Collector grinned. He should have known Char’zi would know the leadership on this planet.

“Richard, I have some news to share with you… alone.”

“How important?”

“Not Extreme, important enough that it could endanger you.”

Collector nodded. “Pardon me for a bit.”

“Niah, the papers. Thank you, love.” Char’zi took an envelope from his Second then she went to sit next to Variax.

The two Councilman went down the hall into a laundry room and closed the door. The Cheetah sniffed around searching for any unwanted ears. He sighed then handed the papers to his fellow Slaver.

Presidential Decree: All systems not part of the Criminal System, i.e. Galactic Slaver’s Guild, are hereby given one, 1, standard month to join or be fined up to ten billion Azas.

There was more to the papers but Collector could not bear to read anymore. “What is he thinking?”

“I do not know; the others are just as confused. We are refraining from quantum calls to prevent signal hijacks. Not likely… but given the government is currently a little besides themselves thanks to the Drask War.” Char’zi sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his muzzle. “I’m worried about backlash.”

“Octavius warned me and Variax about something falling upon us. I won’t allow this to hide in the dark. I will do what I can to show the people that this was not our doing.”

“Richard… be careful, one wrong word can start a war.”

“So can one not spoken. I’ll run anything I say publicly through the ranks first. I’m the Voice, not the Brain.”

“Funny.” Char’zi fidgeted a little before pacing the small room. “I worry that the ‘younger’ races might be corrupted by this movement.”

“Send the Shadows then. It is what they do, yes?”

“Not at this scale. We will see what they can turn up.”

“I do not like the idea… but I may take a trip to Nita’uul.”

“I’ll ask Tolbert to set up an appointment for you. The rest of the minute logs is with that decree.”

“Zi, you are going to wear a hole in the floor.”

“Sorry.” Char’zi forced himself to stop moving. “I’m just fearing for the future.”

“Your kittens will be just fine. Niah won’t let anyone harm them.”

“Thanks, but it is not their future I am worried about. It is ours as a whole. If he tries to make us a ‘power grab’ we are powerless to refuse it.”

“Listen to your basic training as a Slaver.”

“What?” The Cheetah growled slightly at the Iguana.

“The Slaver is always in control. Remember your first lessons and do not let this tear you down.”

“You’re… you’re right. I’m letting myself lose control.”

“Find an open room and sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

“Okay, I need to save Variax from Niah anyway.”

“Your arrival could not have been better anyway; Max is going through a rite of parenthood mixed in with Guild teaching. We could use some dirty diapers for them to change.”

“It would give her a small break. I will ask her.”

Though Collector wanted to speak more, he inwardly sighed and went for the door. The two returned to the den and allowed Char’zi to collect his Yoasun then went to find a room. He joined the others for a while longer taking in the small talk before, they all agreed to call it a night themselves.

***

Come morning, an early call from the four Seconds got the Masters up and moving. Max and Yoli had dressed in more traditional clothing to show that they were freshly bound. Max’s dressings covered him in a single flow, colored as Spring Green with red filigree with his Pack name and status. While Yoli’s was a dark brown with the same filigree with ‘Alpha’s Mate’ in gold. Collector smiled as they joined the others despite not being able to read the native script, he got the gist. Will confirmed his assumptions when he commented on his son’s gown.

“It looks wonderful on you both. Wear the Alpha status proudly and let the Council know it.”

“Do not worry, father, I will make all of our ancestors proud. We finally got the standing we have been wanting for centuries.”

Will turned to his Master and knelt before him. “I must beg for your pardon today, but you will not be able to sign anything for him today unless the Council asks it of you.”

“No begging needed, William, I figured this would happen, but I must still go to be close to you as your Guardian.”

The Wolf nodded then stood.

“Sir.” Richard came in with a smile and a wagging tail. “I just received a notice. The Master whom allowed the Desert Clan to rent a female for your inclusion of the Mating Rites said if a clutch is to be had you can have full custody over the eggs.”

“Well, that is unexpected. Did you send back a ‘Thanks’?” Collector shifted and looked at his Fox with pride already knowing the answer.

“Of course, albeit with better wording.”

“My thanks. You are learning your job nicely. Keep learning from your mentor as I shall as well.”

“Indeed. Thank you. I need to check on the animals and the family. Pardon me.”

“Of course. Well, now that we are gathered. Shall we welcome our newest member of our family properly? I have something waiting outside in the gardener shack.”

This shocked the other Slavers as no one knew what was planned, Will however smiled and nodded as he had the pleasure of ordering this special treat himself. The Slavers made their way out back then Will went into the shack and pulled out an Artic Fox male. He was still muzzled and shackled delivered just before the Slavers awoke.

“Yoli, come the end of the day, he will be fully yours. Will go ahead and remove the muzzle, please. Lad, do you remember your name?”

The Mitalin growled, but not threateningly. “I was once named Snow.”

“Well, Snow, welcome to our family. Know that you will be her voice among the joined family of the Brenson’s and that Maxwell is your primary Master. Will, care to pass the title to Yoli?”

Will did so with a smile. “He is not a Council gift, but a teacher’s gift. Learn well, my new daughter.”

“Max, once her parents join us. Your Rite of Parenthood will begin. Councilman Five, will be providing the young. For your safety, do not harm Niah’s children.” Collector glanced over to the Mouse and Cheetah whom both gave the Wolf a stern glare.

“Understood.” Max saw Niah had a child’s basket on her back courtesy of his dams.

“Does this make me a Slaver as well?” Yoli looked over her male with cautious pride.

“Once you get your license, yes, and since he has his Second to bring him proper Arkavi young, I purposely ordered him from Earth so that you may have the same opportunity.”

“Thank you, so much.”

“You are very welcome. Come, let us retreat inside so we may meet her parents for breakfast.” As Collector finished, small bell tolled throughout the mansion. He smiled as he found that this new addition brought a small piece of Earth here for him.

Niah blushed as her stomach growled loudly, she admitted her meals had been sparse lately due to tending to her young. Char’zi kissed her shorthaired brow then guided her inside ahead of the others.

“See, Max, even a Councilman can love his Slave truly. This is the lesson all of us needs.”

The young Alpha nodded as he began to follow the others inside. Variax was rather quiet, making the Wolf wonder if all was well.

“Where is Tommy? I thought he would be with us?”

“He is working parttime in the kitchen. He enjoyed it plenty enough to accept a position there. He knows his other duties and will be with us this evening.”

“Very well, who will be Yoli’s mentor?”

“You. Spouses are always trained by their partners.”

“That is both a relief and a worry.”

“Afraid you’ll screw up?”

“In more ways than one. If anything happens, not only does it look bad for me as a Pack Alpha, but as Slaver and a member of the Alpha Council. I could lose my life for a tiny misuse of my whip.”

“Mistakes happen in training, that is why there are mentors at all levels in the Guild. Very few areas do not get mentorships. The exception is a single slave to a single owner. Those usually do not require a license as it is usually to assist the elderly. When I chose to go on to the next phase and stop getting the age lengthening drugs, I will end up like that. With any luck Richard will be my replacement if I do not have any proper young.”

“I did not know there was such a thing.”

“Yep, your doctor will advise you about the life expectancy extensions on your thirtieth birthday, while it will be your choice, I would recommend it.”

“Really?”

“I have not been able yet, myself, as I have not hit the age requirement. I still have three years.”

“Here I thought you were older.”

“That is what happens to us Seconds. We become more mature than our age as we learn to deal with many stress points in the day-to-day life early on.”

“Ah.”

“Do not disrespect your freedom, pup, as I barely remember anything but the whip when I was your age.”

“I hope I am not disrespecting anything. I was just curious.”

“I know, but that is why I said it.”

“If I ask… will you help me teach her.”

“Max, I would not be your mentor if I was not willing to teach or assist.”

Max looked his teacher slightly confused.

“Let me put it this way: I am trying to teach you how to be a teacher. This planet does not need me, but it needs you. You are young and are willing to change the world, for the better or worse.”

Max went silent until they rejoined the others then went to his wife and spoke quietly with her. The meal was brought in just as Yoli’s parents came in. Both wore gowns that were donned with jewels and script that told of the family ancestry.

“Yoli, Max, at the end of this day, you will be adding your linage to the Estrac so that all those in the future knows this day in history.”

“Ours is kept in the archives at the Council. So, it will have to be brought out.” Will added with a smile as he sat next to his son.

“What is an Estrac? A family tree?”

“Precisely. Though we make it a tad more formal for Alphas. Each pack has their own and was uniformly agreed to keep these records protected should a Pack fall and is removed. No Pack is forgotten.”

“Same with the Clans. We are the technically the Archivists.” Yoli’s mother spoke up with a smile. “It usually gets passed down mother to eldest daughter, but she will be busy with her own duties. This as well will be placed in the records so that she is not removed.”

“I love this culture more and more by the day. I wonder what I would know if my family had such a thing.” Collector thought aloud. “Anyway, let us eat and get their Parenting Rite started.”

Collector signaled a watching staff member and got the meal brought out. As they ate, Richard joined them and sat quietly behind his Master as he spoke with the elders. The gray fox learned a few things of the culture while listening. During a break he spoke out and asked on how an Estrac was started. This brought forth another question: Why?

Richard answered truthfully; he wanted records of his own Pack known. The elders told him it was a small process, more ritual than legal. Though they told him the truth: it would be pointless as long as he is a slave. He retorted that this was his family and wanted to keep a record that was more than a folder in an office.

The elders understood the concept he was trying to make. The Pack started with his Master, now he ruled as the Alpha of the motley family, and his Beta wanted to keep a genuine record for everyone.

Once they were ready, everyone gathered around a changing table and the two newlyweds was placed in the spotlight once more as Niah brought her young up and had them take her son. Together they changed the messy diaper, cleaned the young one, then applied the new diaper. The mothers inspected their work and criticized heavy. Max needed practice, but was passable in their eyes.

Next came the Slaver acceptance, Will gave Max what he was looking for then donned his old armor and stood waiting. Max swallowed hard as he handed Yoli his whip and told her how to crack it. She unfurled it then smacked her new father with an underhand crack, it was centered on his chest. Will huffed loudly at the force and nodded. He then waited for the next task. Collector asked Max to demonstrate a collaring then Yoli had to follow. While a little rough, Yoli forced Will to his knees and placed the collar on properly. Next, Will asked for something Max had not been taught yet; he was asked on how to placate a violent slave.

Max hesitated as he stepped forward Yoli joined him and together they pinned Will down and held his arms out straight behind him. Collector chuckled and had them to release him then he and Will spoke quietly for a moment.

“We have one last test for you both. We need to see you both fly, separately. Call in the Draskins.”

Variax escorted Tara and her mother in the room. They left as a group to make their way outside. Shari’shay waited vigilantly as the non-flyers took to different mounts. Variax took Will while Shari gladly allowed her boss to mount her. Four flyers took to the air then split into pairs that had to two young Slavers doing various maneuvers away from each other. When they landed, Roger had a car ready and already had Richard and Yoli’s parents waiting inside. Will guided the pair to the car then entered with his Master right behind him.

They traveled to the Alpha Council and went to the Archives to register the bonding. Vashnac’autyama pulled a scroll from the inside of his gown and handed it to his mate. The Arkavi archivist pulled out the Gountlich Estrac then handed a ball of gold thread to Max. As he began to stitch his name under the Alpha title, Yoli was stitching a whole new line on her family’s. Once she was finished, the two swapped and stitched their names under their mate’s name.

As the second stitching was done, the Alphas entered the chamber and lined up behind the observing families. Alpha’s Genchi and Gar’at Hootuumah stepped forward then offered Will and Vashnac’autyama paperwork of which they quickly filled out and handed them back.

“Come to the Council Chamber. There is much to speak of.” Genchi gave a curt bow before turning tail to lead the others out of the Archives.

The group sat the large table and was quickly served a meat platter. Once the Maidens left the group the elder Alphas turned their attention to Max and Yoli.

Genchi spoke for the whole, “Yoli, while this is going against all traditions and twists tails of many Clans; we welcome you to this table as a proper representation of the Desert Clans. If you are willing, we shall name you Alphae. This title also comes with the same responsibilities as Alpha and give you direct ruling over the Desert Clans.”

“I accept this responsibility fully.” Yoli sat with more confidence as she eyed the males with far more respect.

“I am glad to hear this. Vashnac’autyama, as the Archivist, do you agree with this?”

“I do.”

“Thank you. Maxiculla and Yoli will go through their inductions properly soon enough. At this moment, though, our attention lies to the global matter of tourism. Councilman Manson, we ask that you oversee the bulk of this matter as you understand the concept far better than we, though it is not foreign, we just know you have better access to galactic laws.”

“I can do this, Alpha Genchi, I will speak with Max later and find a plan.”

Genchi nodded before sipping at a glass of water. “Then we shall move on with some tedious subjects that may be controversial to some.”

After a few hours of talking, lawmaking, and debating, the Council broke up leaving the young couple exhausted. Yoli’s parents bade their daughter and son-in-law farewell before hailing a cab. Collector called Roger for their ride before asking if Max and Yoli wanted to head to the mansion or to their Pack. They both voted the mansion as they thought it would be quieter there.

Collector smiled at them knowing that neither even remembered what Yoli needed. As Roger pulled up to them and they climbed in, Collector told him to head to Guild. The other three looked at the Iguana curiously for a moment before Will nodded.

“Ah, we forgot about her registration, yes that needs done.”

“That and they will be heading to the Market after. She needs to get used to that, there is only so much within the House. Unless she plans on being a breeder… which I would not recommend right now.”

“I won’t want that anyway. If I recall, it limits the number of slaves the household can have.”

“Correct. There are exceptions: I am one, considering I am the overseer of the breeding department and not a breeder per say. I will have Varuteux do your license then fast track it to myself to finalize it. I will call Richard and have him fly over your Seconds so they will have a say.” He did as he said and made sure rushed whoever brought them.

They arrived and went into the Guild House and quickly found Nika as she escorted a Slaver out. She smiled and waved as parted with the friendly patron.

“Councilman, I did not expect you here today.”

“Only for a small thing. Would you take Max and his mate to your Master for her license then have it brought to me for finalizing.”

“Absolutely.”

“Along with the bill. This is on me this time.”

“Yes, sir. We shall see you in your office soon.”

Collector watched the young couple walk away then he turned to wait for his Second to arrive. When the Foxes and Wolf arrived, Collector promptly began to tell the pairs duty for the evening. Snow was the one that had the questions.

“What are we looking for if we cannot be involved truly?”

“That is where you are wrong this time. Richard will be pointing out things you will need to ask about. Yoli and Max will be the ones making the final decisions. This is your lesson, not theirs. I will be there if either try to get involved in more ways than needed. Now I am going to give you three twenty minutes, head to the holdings and learn how to judge slaves without speaking to them directly. Your noses are the best tool you have. Have fun. I’ll be in the office.”