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A tale of a Royal Bruin Family

Version 1.4 - By SwampRat

(c) 1991, 1993 The Rashathran Society

1996 Gay Furry Association

The boat moved slowly across the water. A gentle breeze filled the small sail.

Inside sat a robed man, looking over a board of playing pieces. Another being

also looked over the game. A large paw reached down, picked up a dragon, and

placed it beside a horse. A smile rippled across the muzzle. Orfid chuckled,

placing the serpent on top of the stallion, as if mating it. He had no such

games in the hall. Squinted at the distant land. All too soon, he would be back

at court, listening to all the petty grievances, the gossipings, and other

'Important' matters... But for now, he had the sky, the game, and both a worthy

opponent and good lover. He chuckled again, as the man moved a bull across to

cover another one in the same manor. His paw caressed the rough, scarred hand.

Had his pulled up to be kissed. A tongue slid warmly between the claws... And

the prince's robe ballooned. "No fair..." A smile twitched at the mouth. Orfid

traced it with a claw, smiling himself. His father would rip his balls off if

he even so much suspected that the bruin had lain with the man. He would have

gladly become a eunuch to feel the hot breath fire his loins again. To know the

sweet taste of semen as it rolled across his tongue.

He lifted a bear, placed it beside a man, their mouths touching. Then reached

over and gave the living version a kiss... The bruin closed his eyes and

grunted with pleasure. No words came from the human. Not even in the throes of

his furred arms did the male do more than moan, because That was all he Could

do... An incident in the man's shadowy past had robbed him of his speech, so he

spoke with his hands instead. Which was alright, for in their lovemaking Orfid

made enough noise for 3 lovers. He chuckled, remembering how he grunted as he

plowed his maleness to the hilt in the man's fleshy ass... And Gasped, feeling

a mouth suckle on his balls. Instead, the human spoke volumes with his hands.

Gripped deeply in the padded fur carpet of the animal's butt, as it got

thoroughly pounded - with much encouragement from it's owner. Fondling his ears

in a kiss. Caressing his nipples into rock hardness, his cock rapidly following

suit. Sometimes they would spend hours, sliding their appendages along the

sweaty body of the other. Touching, tweaking, moving... If one or the other

came, this was added to the oils that was being steadily massaged in the skin.

Sometimes they would both get so sticky, it took more than a few jumps into the

cool water to pull them apart. Of course, more often than not, they continued

the game in the lake... He sighed heavily. 'Problem?' He growled and thrust his

paws forward.

"Place me in chains! Make me your slave - Spirit me away!" The paws were

crossed. 'Hard to masturbate without hands - At least You have long toes.'

Orfid groaned. Then placed a hind paw into the man's crotch, feeling for the

thick cock. Aha! Claws slid around the fleshy worm. The other foot crossed

under the table and linked with it's brother, rolling the penis between them...

"Your liege..." The bear swore under his breath, but didn't stop playing with

the maleness. Lifted his head, and swore again as a messenger boat came within

hailing distance. The prince shoved the carved animals into a bag, and removed

the board. He bent as if he had dropped something to give the swollen cock-tip

a lusty kiss. "I swear there will be a time when I will again place you in my

mouth..." He swallowed it to the hairs, and sucked hungrily. Then sighed, and

lifted his head slowly. Filled his nostrils with scent of hot male flesh,

looked longingly at the penis, gleaming with saliva. "I swear..." He again

affirmed, pressing his lips to the seeping tip. Then it vanished behind the

dark robe, and Orfid, Prince of Hannat, lifted his head. The boat was close

enough to see easily, but far enough off that his gesture should not have been

noticed. "What do you wish?" he growled, putting a touch of boredom in his

tone.

"Your Father sent me to see if you were in need..." Feet rubbed his ankles.

"Bastard!" he murmured, his balls aching for release. "No, I shall be in when

the sun sets - Unless his liege needs me before then." The being inside nodded.

and the boat turned, tacking into the wind. The toes moved up, toying with the

hairy legs. A big paw slapped the face, a scowl clouding his features. Down

went the man. Orfid lifted his upper lip showing long fangs. It wasn't hate

that made that lip curl... The man was nibbling like a hungry fox on the fruit

hanging between his legs. "Begone!" he snarled, trying not to moan. The

messenger was too far away to be seen smiling. Whispers about the man and the

young bear would most certainly be quashed after he brought this bit of news to

the court... Had he waited longer, he would have Really gotten an eyeful! As

soon as the boat was hidden in the morning fog, Orfid yanked his robe open,

twisted in the clawing hands, and with a growl, fell on his lover, engulfing

the cock which jutted so wonderfully out of the cloth. They rolled around for a

while, each trying to get the other to spill his seed first. And as usual, the

prince didn't even last a full minute...

Thick semen poured out of the reddish tulip-shaped head, the bear trying to

suck, howl, and breathe at the same time. He finally gave up and waited until

the leech at his groin became a man again. The hands caressed his balls

gently... The animal dug his claws into the fleshy ass, working his snout over

the man-cock. He did his job well, for it gave him a mouthful of cum moments

later. The bruin cleaned it off, making sure the nuts were well drained. It

would be a Long time before he could again taste the sweet malesap... Both

dived over the side and washed. The rest of the time was filled with study, and

lessons. The setting sun told Orfid it was time to go home. The bruin sighed,

and lifted the sail-post. The man sat with the tiller, guiding the boat to

shore, as he had done every day for the past month. The guards waited for them,

gleaming in armor. The prince said nothing when one of them struck at the

Councillor as they passed. He knew that the seemingly timid male could kill any

of them. He had lost his voice in the Arena - By having his throat cut. To

survive that, and go on to win his freedom.... At least that was what he 'said'

when asked about the scars that ran over his body.

The blow was soft, and just moved the human to one side. Just long enough for a

paw to disappear into his robe, and fondle the man. The caress was done so fast

only 3 beings knew of it. So! He was not the only one to run his paws over the

male. Orfid chuckled to himself. No matter... There would be a time when they

again lay together. The Prince would make Sure of it!

* * *

Court was as appealing as a rotten apple. Intrigues, Romances, Gossip...

Garbage to be tossed on the heap, as far as Orfid was concerned. The only good

thing was he got to sit beside the male again. As a Chancellor, the man was

allowed certain privileges. Also there was the weekly meetings. Anybody with a

grievance, could come before his king and expect to be heard. Some were

absolute tripe. Some were thorny. A few tested even the Kings great wisdom.

That's what Counsellors were for. They kept things on an even keel. None could

ever gain the throne, but most didn't want it. They preferred to channel their

desires to running the kingdom, instead of trying to take it over. Right now he

watched with amazement as Tihur roared into the human's face yet again. "Cub

Humper! Cock Licker..." Eyes closed, the male stood weathering the storm. What

came after the tirade made the big male's muzzle burn red. 'Your breath is as

rank as your phrases - Even so, I remain as before.' The king let a shadow of a

smile cross his face. 'As to whom I lay with, That is My business... Unless you

wish a personal tour of my bed.' Paws covered mouths as coughs, and throat

clearings hid the chuckles.

"So we should Not quell the rebellious state?" 'To spank a cub when he had done

wrong is permissible... To beat it near death is the act of a madbeing - Who

deserves all he gets in return.' A paw fell on the hands. "Speak no more of

it..." Orfid had seen his Father do this at certain times, and could not help

but wonder what piece of information he had not been privy to - Or allowed to

ask about. "The Others will follow! Baron Rrtik will lead them to rebellion..."

His voice went silent as a tri-bladed dagger quivered in the middle of the

table. It's companion still rested on the male's chest, for No one went without

arms in the Castle. A noise came from the man. A ragged sound that tore at

their ears. 'Let them...' The king shuddered. So did everyone at the table. The

next symbol the hands formed was softly repeated by Orfid. It was a simple

word, Honor. But the meaning went deeper into the ground than the trees that

lined the plains outside. The code of Knights demanded it. "Be honorable and

Worthy." As one, every male in the room dropped to one knee. The King stood. A

furred mountain, going gray around the muzzle. Tihur snarled, but he too bent

his leg. "So first we see if this demand is legitimate - Then we decide." He

turned towards the human. "Your head on this." The hood was lifted and pushed

back.

The bruin pressed his paw against the ragged scar that ran along the muscular

neck. Hasuy felt the flesh which would never heal properly. Allowed himself a

gentle caress. Wondered again at a being who could not only live with such a

wound, but kill the one who did it! He chuckled softly. If the other

counsellors knew Half of what he did about the male, they would walk as if

beside a sleeping dragon. And even the serpent would be preferable to one who

could dispatch everyone in castle within two candle-marks. Time and again, his

Generals begged him to put the man on the battlefield. Give him a Company to

command. One of those Generals sat on the kings right, a white sword-scar

crossing the broad muzzle, giving him a surly appearance. He had crossed blades

with the male. Had given no quarter, and been stunned when his sword was

wrenched from his grasp. To be returned - Across the forearm. With a nod, Iuy

had taken back the weapon. Only to lose it again when the hilt rapped his

knuckles. So they fought without weapons... And the general ate sand. Spitting

out the dust of the training arena, he looked up at the male and growled, then

bowed. Tried again.

And again ended up on his belly. After a while he gave up in disgust. Then

watched in wonder as his second-in-command fared no better. With staves,

shields, even hand to paw... Toun was off his feet more times that he was on

them. Then he quit wondering when they went hunting a few days later. He had

seen longbows before, but never used one... They were for archers, not Knights.

Things were pretty peaceful, until a cub blundered into a Tharg. Thargs hate

everything that isn't another Tharg. It roared, coming after the child. To stop

suddenly, arrows buried to the feathers in each eye. Even dead Thargs are

nothing to take for granted. This one stomped a few more paces - To fall

face-first with a *Thud* that was felt by anyone without boots on. Orfid had

time to half-pull his sword, as did most of the party. They were pulled full

when another Tharg came out of the brush. The male was twice as nasty as

female, especially when it's mate lay dead and bleeding... A spear was thrust

into Orfid's paw. He didn't have to ask who - He just threw it. Quite well too.

It *Thunked* into the scaly hide. A few more had sense to add theirs. The one

that did the most damage was black in color, and had no ribbons attached to it.

That one went just under the jaw line.

To emerge at the top of the scaly head. It still took some time to hack it to

death, but most of the damage had already been done. When it was over and Orfid

had given the last Whack to the still twitching body, he turned to thank the

male... To find him gone! But where? It didn't matter. The cub was safe and the

beast dying. But the Prince still wondered... The General didn't. Being one of

the few not petrified, he had seen the man take a forked stick, and placing the

hilt of the spear in it, launch the pole with twice the force his own arm could

muster. No wonder it bit so deep.... He followed the being. Watched him

unlimber a battleaxe. Give the weapon a few flips... Then the pike side buried

itself in the head of a San, drinking by a stream. Thargs aren't very good

eating. In fact Thargs aren't much good for anything. Another of the antelope

died quickly and quietly under the axe. Iuy faded back into the trees, telling

a couple of the younger squires to go help the Counsellor with a pair of San.

They scurried away, smiling to themselves. The cooks were most grateful for the

fresh meat. The King got a new trophy for his honor room, as well as one to put

above GateWall.

As for The General... He was old, But never stupid. First thing next morning,

he scared half the garrison by showing up at ArmsTeacher Pokh's class,

demanding to be taught the bow.

* * *

Only one night? It wasn't fair! The prince had been kept apart from the man for

almost a month, and now that they were both free.... He growled. Damn, and Damn

again! Orfid poured wine, sipping on it, impatient for Shadow to show. Then

choked, spewing the stuff as a hand grabbed his balls and gave them a rough

squeeze. A sheathed knife ran itself under his chin. 'If I were an assassin...'

was tapped on his butt. Hah! "I'd beg for mercy... On hands and knees! After

all, Anybody who grabs your nuts can't be un-bribable..." He whirled and

grabbed the dark figure. Pulled him down to lock mouths in a kiss so hot it

would have set the curtains on fire. Cloth flew as paws hastily undid clasps,

tugged belts and impatiently moved whatever was between them and naked flesh.

'Gently, Gently...' a hand admonished him. Orfid grabbed the appendage and

stuffed it into his mouth, finishing the job. He growled around the gag,

stroking the warm body with his own. Only when the man was as nude as himself,

did the animal gently bite the appendage, and release it. Teeth worried at a

dark nipple. 'Oiled...' A finger tapped his anus. 'Here also?' The prince

shoved his lover to one side so he could look full upon him.

"Why would I need oil there? It doesn't Seem any bigger..." His paw stroked the

man's erection. Then gave it a kiss. "Of course I am oiled." He moaned as hands

tugged at his slick dick-flesh. "Are you?" A flask was lifted off a table. 'I

thought you might prefer to do it.' The bear growled and turned so he could get

at the male's ball-sack, grunting as lips wrapped around his erection. "Damn."

A finger traced his thigh muscles, sending ripples through the fur. 'Problem?'

"You washed - I like your nuts sweaty... That Way I can lick'em dry!" 'That is

easy enough remedied. Make me sweat. Now, if you hadn't drained the jug, I

would have suggested a little wine...' A claw dipped itself in the oil-pouch,

sitting beside them, then wriggled deep into the clutching anus. "I'll make you

whine... Damn! How is it the more I bugger you, The tighter you get?!" 'A

finger is Not a Dick.' He grunted feeling his cock-tip rub against the back of

the man's throat. Orfid nibbled on the smooth sack, then dropped them to nuzzle

the seeping penis. Curling his tongue around it, the bear pulled the male-meat

in. Sucking softly on it, he fondled the butt, groaning when the male dug

strong fingers into his own. "Not So Fast!" Shadow rubbed his swollen balls.

'We have all night - I am sure you can get it up again given That length of

time.' Teeth chewed on the sensitive head.

The bear moaned, shuddered, his nuts igniting, cum spurting out of his

throbbing cock. The man drank it all, and kept the suction steady, driving the

bruin crazy... A second orgasm made the room swim. "Too much wine... Blast!"

Darkness engulfed him. He clawed at it, trying to stay alert long enough to at

least get the male to cum in His mouth. Not to be... Blackness took his senses,

and tossed him up for the Sleep-gods to play with. And they did so with

pleasure... Dreams - Standing in a field, where each and every grassy leaf

wants a piece of your hide to caress. He fell. To be engulfed in green

strokings. They rolled him over... A tall plant leaned over him. It's

mouth-shaped flowers fell on him. He moaned, kissing a sweetly-scented petal.

Others were tugging in his fingers, rubbing his nipples. Knees, Toes,

Testicles... Every bump on his body was being sucked on - Except one. That one

had tendrils wrapped tightly around it. Orfid struggled up and watched as a

Huge flower slowly make it's way down to his cock, which was being squeezed

unmercifully. The thing had a tongue - Which lapped at the reddish tip. Then

the petals folded around his head and slowly slid downward... Orfid was unable

to do much but groan since the grass held him fast, still stroking his body

erotically. The bear shuddered. The only problem was, Something kept tapping

his forehead. A gentle tap, But annoying. And it continued....

* * *

The dawn found a bear, moaning about the monsters who kept beating on his head.

And why were they stomping around the bed? In fact the pain was so harsh he

almost missed a mouth sliding down his cock. He tried to lift a paw and stop

the male, but it was too late. His teeth clenching so hard one cracked, Orfid

ejaculated. His head exploded in pleasure and pain... Hips jerked the slick

male-meat out of the leech's maw. Then shoved it back in, as a finger drilled

his ass-hole. Between them, the prince could only squirm. "Stop, Please..." He

managed to whisper at last. His teats were attacked next. 'Stop fingering your

ass, or stop playing with your nipples?' "Stop Suc...." Both paws slapped over

the snout and he swallowed the word. Never would he ask somebody to stop

sucking his cock! "Bastard..."

The mouth came off his drooping pole and after chewing on the shrunken balls,

worked northward. Stopping only to flay the tender tits that nestled in the

fur-covered chest, the mouth finally made it's way up to his. He groaned into

the orifice and weakly stuck his tongue up in submission. The organ was nibbled

on, then licked. A maddeningly weak taste of semen lingered on the palate, and

he lapped at it eagerly. 'Want some ...' Orfid jerked upright, grabbing the

man's butt with both paws. 'I was going to offer wine...' The bear kneaded the

flesh in his paws. "The only wine I want resides between your legs!" He tossed

the male over, and lay, head-to-tail, ignoring the bed's creak of protest, as

he rooted around the male-scented thatch of hair. The cock was hard and

throbbing as he stropped his muzzle against it. "At last..." His jaws unhinged,

tongue poised to guide the penis deep into his snout.... A knock came from the

door. "Melord? It is time to rise." Teeth bit his ass. 'Tease...' He yelped.

"Melord?" Orfid snarled something nasty and told the servant he would be down

shortly... Then he shoved the smooth hips up and swallowed the male's entire

groin.

Canines in the lower jaw dug into a scar on the slight paunchy stomach. Uppers

compressed the tight butt-cheeks. "Tease, Am I!" He growled around the

mouthful, working his jaws closed. Finally, they met over the cock-root. He

reached in and pulled the balls out - But not before giving them a good

stropping. Then with one paw still digging into the muscular ass, the other

rolling their treasured possession not-so-gently between long claws, Orfid

twirled his tongue around the pole, and proceeded to do everything he could to

make it spurt it's load of seed. Suck, nibble, lap... Anything went, as long as

it hurried the moment when his mouth would fill with male-sap. The balls

slapping his nose swelled, so Orfid hollowed his cheeks, pulling the cock to

it's hairy root into his muzzle. Clamped teeth on the flesh, and rotated his

snout on the pole. A grunt made him chuckle. "You're not the only one who knows

how to tease a dick into submission... Now Cum Already!" He lifted a paw to

fondle the man's testicles. "And I want a Full Load..." They lurched in his

claws... And semen pulsed down his throat. "More!" And more was sucked out - To

be gobbled down. The bear squeezed the butt-cheeks and pulled back... While

still keeping the suction. It was not easy... But well worth it. The male

shuddered like a sheet in a strong wind and poured spunk into the hungry maw.

They fell sideways, The prince continuing to drain his balls dry.

Finally, not even seminal fluid could be forced out. Strong claws held the cock

while fangs bit it just behind the head, and stroked towards the muzzle,

getting the last dregs out. Gave the abused flesh a last lick. "That For all

the times you have made me squirm... Made me howl with lust..." Then he lifted

the sweaty head and kissed it. 'Shower...' "If you got energy enough to take a

bath... You got enough to be buggered..." Oil was splashed on the ursine-cock

and he shoved it up between the smooth butt-cheeks, slowly pressing it deep

inside the male. "Now we shower..." He stood and holding the impaled human to

his chest, went over and lifted a bucket over them. Then forgot all about the

bath, and concentrated on the anus which was tugging on his erection. "Bastard

• How do you do it?" Orfid shoved the man against the stone wall and blew his

wad deep and hard. Put his paws on the smooth shoulders and panted. Then lifted

the man off him. Kissed him... And got cold water poured on his head! 'Needed

cooling off.'

"You Bastard!" He chuckled, washing the man off and himself as well. Then he

lovingly dried the male off. Gripped the smooth ass with a vise-like grip.

"Bring That Back." 'I will try...' "Don't 'Try' - Do! You still have to surpass

my record for cumming seven full times in the same hole in one eve - And don't

give that 'Old Male' routine, Either! Now give me a kiss and escort me to

breakfast as a Counsellor should." The man gave Orfid his kiss - Right between

his legs! And bit his ass to boot... Then dressed, ignoring the prince's

mutterings about retribution the next time they were alone.

* * *

The Hrre snorted. The being on it was much lighter than what it usually

carried... "Why stop?" A hand patted his neck. His rider didn't say anything,

but this had been explained to him. Hrre were bred to be ridden... They would

rather die in battle than pull plows. The male got off, stroked the muzzle.

CounselorSecond's Mount, or CSM, grinned to himself. They had made camp twice

while there was still light to ride by... He hadn't understood why, until the

male had taken his reins off, and kissed him. No one had to explain this to

CSM. His master deemed him worthy to mate with... He had spent the night lying

next to the male. And was chagrined to find him already up and working with the

dawn. The next stop had been no better. He had again been shown how many 2 male

bodies can fit together... And had been awakened by a hand on his erection....

The fingers stroked his jaw... 'Watch' was traced on the skin. He snorted,

pretending to twitch an ear at a fly. "We still have our guest?" A finger slid

inside his mouth, tickling his tongue... He bit it gently in retaliation. This

was the third being he had been allowed to serve. The first had been an

arrogant cub... He had done his duty, but not liked it.

The second died in battle... Having been thrown from CSM, when he had broken a

leg. Of course, being beaned by a mace didn't help his abilities any. It took

long to heal the scars... But until CSM died, he would bear the name and rank

of Mount For Second Counselors. The male stood beside a tree, making water.

Neither paw was near the flap which allowed one to do certain things one must.

They were instead on the hilts of knives... Ready to be thrown if needed. As

his shadow had learned the hard way... The spy sent to watch the Chancellor had

been careless. The male was, after all, an ex-slave... So, when the being had

stopped to do what all must, he had stepped too close. He watched, knowing at

least one paw would be busy for a few seconds... A blade passed inches in front

of his nose, to thunk into the tree he hid beside. How had... He froze watching

the man turn and stare in his direction. The spy made a quick getaway... And

afterwards Serye made sure to watch from a distance. This time the male got

back on and rode some distance before deciding on a place to camp. Then they

ate, made whatever preparations were needed, and lay close together. CSM

nuzzled the robe open and licked on the testicles.

His own were nibbled on, sucked into warmth. A finger traced signs on his

thigh. 'There is something about 100 paces to your back.' Hmpfh! The animal

strained to hear... Then grunted as the mouth found his cock. He lifted his

muzzle free... "Do we stop?" His hips moved involuntarily, penis sliding deeper

into the muscular throat. 'Not unless you want to...' A snort and a nose shoved

into the male's crotch answered That silly question. Despite the knowledge they

may have to jump up at any moment, neither were in any hurry. Rumps were

stroked by hand and paw. Claws digging into the fleshy mound, CSM pumped his

snout over the cock. Hunched, shoving his own to the sheath into the warm

mouth. Muscles grabbed at him... He shuddered, orgasm igniting his balls. The

hand that had traced throbbing veins now bounced the swollen nuts... With a

muffled howl the animal pumped the male's gullet full of semen. How did the man

hold on so? The mount waited until his lover could breathe again, then gently

butted the thin lips with his crotch. Let a Hundred Thargs watch them... He

would feast on malesap if it killed both of them! His mouth pulled on the

penis, slurping the mingled saliva and pre-cum off it.

Nibbled on the head, then nosed around the scented thatch of hair. At last he

felt the pole throb, spurting it's load into his waiting maw. He sucked

hungrily, wanting to pull as much scum out as possible. Finally the last of it

trickled out... 'Now the being is 30 paces away...' How the hell did he keep

his mind on That? It was all CSM could do to keep from dropping after the male

nursed on him... He swallowed. "I shall get a drink. See what is on the

wind..." 'Sex... That is what is on the wind!' He groaned softly. Disentangled

himself from the man who grew a few dozen more arms to grab at him erotically.

But he made it to the stream. Drank and smelled what scents there were... 'I

think news of our mission has gone before us...' CSM snorted. "The question is,

Will it wait until morning.... Oh, No!" He snarled at the wagging finger, "You

aren't getting off That lightly... I want your dick up my ass one more time.

Even if it is only for tonight...." No arguments to that offer. Especially when

the animal threatened to wait until his master was asleep and Sit on him. The

man lay down, after making sure his weapons were close at hand. The mount

turned and watched the male lift his tail, felt the seeping cock open his anus

up.

He grunted, as it slid in to the hairs. The plume of hair cascaded over the

man's legs, rubbing his butt. Semi-prehensile, it shoved itself down the crack,

holding him in place. Then, and only then, did the creature allow sleep to

engulf the crested head... He awoke to find his hips shoved up, and a big cock

plowing into his ass. Claws held him in place, as did a knife held against his

ribs. He carefully lifted his head... A small trickle of scarlet ran down the

side as the tip broke skin. "I have no intention of stopping you, Sir. I just

wanted to see who was humping me..." A grin full of ragged teeth. "Tis Medcu

who buggers you, steed... Your former Master seems to have left you in my

paws." The stallion grunted. "If it pleases Master, You will not need the

blade. I will serve as your mare if you wish... But I would not like to be

skewered when you spill your seed in me." Then his eyes went wide as the paw

was pulled back, and the bear was shoved forward. Who whoofed as his paws were

tied behind his back. Then the man stepped in front of the pair. 'Enjoying

yourself?' The tail wrapped itself around the wide waist, trapping the being.

"His dick is Much bigger than yours..." A grin... Then the male moved to their

rear again.

"Master says, 'Since you like buggering my mount so much, You won't mind if I

do the same to you...'" The bruin struggled for a moment. Then felt something

hard lever his tail up. Something else was shoved against his butt, and liquid

splashed into the crack. A finger rubbed it in well. Then his paws clutched air

as the man's dick wedged the furry cheeks apart, sliding into them. The

slippery head split his anus open and vanished inside. The animal under him

moved, sliding off his penis. Then taking it to the hairy groin. The sheath was

tugged on by the ring of muscle... Medcu groaned, feeling the male slide in him

until the length was sheathed. Neither long, nor big... The bruin found himself

wishing it was one or the other... or Both! He wriggled his butt, feeling hands

rub his nuts against the others. Damn! The males had him between them, and they

used him well. His paws grasped his own butt, With help... The stallion hunched

under him, slamming his ass up at the same time the male skewered the bear. He

could neither pull nor push... All he could was hold on. And came first! He

roared, trying to arch back and shove forward at the same time. His balls

exploded, taking his head with them. Cum poured out his cock...

Then fluid warmed his anal walls. He moaned... Howled as the ass-hole turned

into a hand, milking his nuts dry... He finally lay bent over the rump that had

robbed him of ability. The man moved gently behind him, working out the last of

his orgasm on the panting animal. The shrinking cock was pulled out... And

teeth dug into the furry butt! Medcu squalled, trying to fend off the bites, as

his own shrinking dick fanned air. Then his testicles were lashed by a pair of

tongues. "Please..." he managed to gasp out. Hands roughed up his nipples. Then

they were at his ass again! The animal finally became a quivering mass of

flesh, whimpering when touched. A few pails of water didn't help... especially

when they were followed by clawed paws and grasping fingers. They teased,

kneaded and fondled the bruin until he as pliable as dough. And left him...

Paws undone, he could do no more than moan. "Mercy..." He raggedly gasped. A

finger pressed itself between his eyes... He passed out. Was tossed over the

broad back. The man wandered off for a few minutes, then returned... They

marched off, leaving a wondering spy behind.

He had gotten lost, and if it wasn't for a chance sighting of his quarry moving

through the forest, Serye would have had to return to the castle, and face his

Lord's wrath... Now as he watched the procession go down the pathway, he wasn't

so sure it Was chance. He hurried after, being sure to keep out of sight.

* * *

The castle wasn't much... As castles go. But it was big enough to warrant a

dungeon. And That's where Medcu went. He seemed eager to get stone between

himself and the two sex-maniacs. CSM was put into a stable, and gossiped with

the other mounts. The robed one went inside, followed by a bearer. He knelt

when told to, and took his place as a guest at the long table. A guard

stiffened... 'It could Not Be!' A servant came by with wine. The dark-clad one

lifted his cup, and tapped it. A trader sitting beside him grunted. "He says

it's dirty..." The bear took the cup and looked at it. "No, melord, it's

clean." The hall grew quiet, as people felt something was about to happen. Eyes

turned towards the threesome. The man took it back, and blew in it... A large

quantity of white powder went everywhere... He sneezed loudly as did the

servant. There was a stunned silence. Followed by roars of laughter as the

bruin blushed. He took the cup, wiped it out and filled it. They waited to see

if any more tricks were forthcoming, as entertainment was a rarity... The

canine wiped his eyes and brushed the dust from his shoulder. "Very good..."

The male had been asked to sit beside him for more than one reason.

As a Trader, Ufieo knew many languages, Including Sign. There wasn't anything

special going on to drag such a dignitary down to their little castle... So why

was he here? And why didn't he speak? He boldly stroked a thigh, waiting for

reaction. The wolf had seen things which would have curled fur on most beings.

There were places where he was fair game, Literally. Other parts of the world

where one was Expected to sleep with Another male... Or even an animal. His

fortunes came from being flexible, and being right more times than wrong. His

instincts told him to move the paw upwards, but now he could say he was looking

for something and had been mista... Fingers slid under his skirt, stroking his

sweaty balls. When one twirled around his stiffening cock, he grinned inwardly.

Damn! The guard behind them also noticed the way things were going. He also

knew who sat in front of him. 'After all this time, you Return. This time you

will not be so lucky. This time I wi...' "Speech." What? One of the Dukes had

waived a paw. "It has been long since we have heard from the Lord's Court...

Tell Us, if you will, what goes on nowadays..." The canine coughed, hoping to

remain anonymous for a bit longer... Damn again! A hand pressed against his

arm, asking him to rise as well. He shrugged... Then lost it as the male

dropped the cowl on his traveling cloak. The torchlight flickered over the

visage.

One blue eye, cold as hardened steel was accompanied by a dark patch that

didn't quite cover a ragged scar. A gasp as he undid the clasp and let the

cloth puddle down in the chair. From the look of his neck, any voice the male

May have had wouldn't be heard in this life... The Duke sat down, quite

white-muzzled... Then they really got a shock as the Chancellor turned,

side-stepped a sword-thrust, and slammed his chair into the mid-section of the

guard behind him! The wood broke on the metal plates, but still took the wind

out of the creature. The bear doubled over... To receive a hammer blow to the

back of his head. Dropping the blade, the animal staggered. Then was flipped to

slam full onto the table. An arm was locked just under the chin, and was

applying pressure to the already bent neck. Ufieo was locked in his

half-stand... He shook himself, watching the free hand. 'Have you already

forgotten what they taught us?' was tapped on the head. The bear growled, but

didn't struggle... "Kill me Then!" The man shook his head. The hand moved

again. This time the Trader repeated what he saw. "No... This is Not The Arena.

We are among 'Civilized' people..." The guard pulled the arm from his throat.

Then rolled off the table and looked at his opponent. "You always were a

weakling..." The grin had nothing to do with humor. The trader threw his arm

between them. "Enough! By the Order... Enough!" The animal slammed his claws

into the table, leaving furrows in the wood. 'You have moaned under me before,

Niut... Care to do so again?' The bear stuck his paw before the male. Other

guards now stood beside him. He growled as the man placed a hand in it, sliding

gloved fingers between stubby ones. 'Your Brother was Bigger... In more ways

than one.' Only the outthrust forearm kept Niut's claws from the jagged scars

adorning the man's neck. Then he turned and bowed to the Baron. "My Liege..."

That one lifted his own paw, releasing the animal into the care of the guards.

The Baron stood. "Trader Ufieo, Counselor, My chamber if you please..." The man

walked in front of the wolf as they were ushered into a room. "You are

Trouble!" In response, the man removed his patch. The bone around the empty

socket had teeth marks in it... Along with a claw-wide furrow. It divided the

eyebrow and ran down to just below the cheek. The canine softly pressed his paw

to the wound. It was real... So was the one on his throat. He swore to as many

gods as he knew... And made up a few more.

Baron Tial listened at the open door, and looked at his mate. She resembled a

golden cat, with pale blue eyes that one could get lost in quite easily... He

had fallen in love with her since first they had met. Both fathers approved of

the union, since both were small serfdoms... 3 Cubs they had been blessed with,

all taking after their wise Mother. For Shier was the Real power behind the

throne. Being a Priestess didn't hurt either... A soft pat told him all was

well. She entered, regal as any Queen. A hand shielded the wound. "Please, Do

not feel uncomfortable... I have seen worse." She had tended to casualties, and

caused some of her own, when she was younger. Now, she got her adventures by

talking to Travellers. The man nodded, and replaced the cloth. The Baron bade

them sit. Then looked the man over well. "Your name, Please..." The hands

moved. 'Shadow, Second Counsellor.' A tail curled around his wrist. He patted

it, feeling the tension drain from him. He once again looked over the scars...

A thought came to him. "What is 'The Order'?" Ufieo sighed. "The Order are

those who manage to live long enough to escape from The Arena, And fight their

way to freedom..."

"Shadow, I gather, is one of those few. Niut is another..." Shier smiled.

"Males... Always talking. Has it not occurred to either of you that our visiter

has had Nothing to drink since he came in?" She got a couple of silver cups and

handed out wine. "Where is The Arena?" One thumb pointed straight down.

"South?" The canine shook his head. "Lower..." Then at their puzzled looks,

"Hades. To be exact, The Island Of The Damned..." A hiss came from both of

them. Very few people live to tell of the Island. It is a place where even

Pirates dislike going... Shipwrecks were once common as the place lay within a

shipping route. Those who didn't drown, or got carried off by sea-creatures,

were taken to the Games. They would have cleaned the nest of demons out long

ago, but the Island was a natural fortress. And the inhabitants the bloodiest

savages ever to take breath. Some tried, to lose whole ships and crew. Now came

word that there were survivors... But at what cost! "Why are you here, then?"

The queen softly spoke, taking a sip of her wine. The hands moved. 'A

rest-stop.' The baron gave out an audible sigh. "Rrtik..." A nod. The hands

came together at the edges, bent to form a roof... Then broke apart to fall,

fingers fluttering.

The Trader put a paw on them... That symbol needed no translating. "Trader, You

know our castle well... Would be so kind as to show our guest to the Visitor's

quarters?" The king kept his surprise hidden. He had never really gotten used

to his wife's ways... But it was a small price to pay for her love. A bow and

the pair went out of the chamber. "Well?" The cat put the cups back onto the

tray. "He is an enigma... But, he is also quite loyal. In his own way..." The

bear put her head in his paws, and kissed it. "Must you always talk in

riddles?" She grinned and grabbed his crotch. "No..." He laughed. Lifted the

queen up, and carried her to their bedchamber. Ufieo had problems of his own.

He was standing next to a statue. A blade that gleamed dully held him against

the stone wall. Then a guard walked down the corridor... With a muffled rumble

the man leaped clear over him... To twist in mid-air! An arm jerked around the

throat, the other carefully slid the blade over his hairy chest. The dagger in

his paw was jarred loose upon hitting the floor. "How many more follow?" The

voice came from above them... The Trader jumped as a creature fell lightly to

the floor. It's scaly head glittered in the torchlight.

A small tongue of flame scorched the bruin's crotch. He yeeped, jerking his

paws to the heated area. The mini-dragon snorted a plume of smoke. "Reply..."

"Two..." came a squeak. Ufieo had his own blade out now... No longer wondering

how the male had found about a plot on their lives. 'Trust No One.' Hah! The

sword hilt stroked the sweaty brow... And it's owner gave a sigh, sagging. He

was dragged into the shadows, as footsteps approached. They were ordinary

guards... Making rounds. The daggers that went into the broad backs, however,

were not. Nor were the pair of blades that made the assassins follow their prey

through Death's door. The mid-blade separated spinal cord from neck, while the

shorter guard-blades on either side cut more than just skin. The Trader came

into the corridor in time to see the robed figure jerk his knives free. So fast

did their life-force depart, neither creature had time to loose their own

weapons. So they remained, still embedded in the backs of two dead guards. And

that was how they were found. A third was trussed up and hung from a rafter...

He sang very prettily under the watchful gaze of the Queen.

She was incensed that somebody had actually tried to murder Guests in Her

Castle! The trio, on the other hand, were much too busy to be bothered about

such things. Between the man and the reptile, Ufieo was squirming on the

threshold of orgasm. Everything from the tips of his ears to the claws on his

feet were fair game. Caressed, nibbled, licked, sucked... And never any one

place for long. His blurry eyes took in a form. The miniature dragon was on top

of him, grazing on his chest hair. When they came to a hard nipple the scaly

lips tugged it into the warm mouth, so a forked tongue could wrap twin fingers

around the knob and tweak... Something thick and wet rubbed his rump. Dipped

into the sweaty valley of fur. Did things to his nervous system... "Bastard!"

He muttered weakly. Then his nipples were ground under hard claws as the animal

pressed it's muzzle to his. The insistent worm wanted entrance... He reached

down and grabbed a sweaty butt-cheek. With a moan he shoved it forward, so the

cock was made to forge a passage into him. It was not as big as some that had

rooted there, but it was shaped as none other. Then his own nudged at a scaly

hole. The reptile hissed above him, impaling itself on his erection.

The canine groaned... A penis rubbed his stomach. He curled claws around it,

and jerked the male-meat, while hunching against the human behind him. He

stroked the sweaty ball-sack with his tail, brushing it well. 'Why so clean?'

The wolf chuckled... "So when you get done, I can chew on them..." 'Why not

now?' The hairy bush slapped the man's back. "I want your... Unnh! Your dick up

my ass for a time yet..." The mini-dragon snorted. "What about My dick?" A hand

slid around the leathery belly to help stroke the gray penis. The Trader

grunted, trying to find some rhythm to hump by. Finally gave up and let himself

be the filing in the sandwich. And was the first to ejaculate... With a howl,

he spurted into the mini-drag's clutching ass. And then the cock slapping his

belly spurted, matting his fur with sticky stuff. "Damn You Bastard... Cum

Already!" 'As you wish...' "Ahhh... Yes!" Semen jetted deep in his guts,

warming his intestines. And the male kept on buggering him... Made the wolf

squirm and howl and blow his wad again... Leathery lips pulled on his tongue

while teeth nibbled on an ear-tip. "Horny Thnids!" Both mammals were wrapped in

leathery wings, and with one last spurt, Ufieo slipped into slumber.

And found themselves alone the next morning. Shadow was up, had eaten, talked

to the Queen and mounted... All before they had opened their eyes. It Was mid-

morning... And neither really felt like leaving. So they didn't until The mid-

day meal. "To Shadow..." The reptile growled around the spurting cock-head,

gulping the semen. "Indeed... To Shadow. May he return soon..." The Wolf licked

the last drops of dragon seed from the gray stalk. Then they fondled each other

and washed. Went to discuss matters of state with the Owners of the Castle.

* * *

General Iuy growled softly. Serye had returned with wide-eyes and information

that made the spy shiver just to repeat it. He wasn't blind to the looks the

young Prince gave to the dark-clad one. Now, standing before a pacing Hasuy, he

found his courage draining... Especially when the King got up and closed the

door! "Perhaps I should not be so secretive... Shadow Is a Knight in The Order

Of Survival. He left the Island, as All do... By Killing those who stood in his

way." He sighed. "I would guess there is still a price on his head... If any

should be so foolish as to try to collect it... Come in, Son." Orfid yanked his

nose back, then reluctantly entered the chamber. "So..." the king looked his

son over. "Who do you Love?" Orfid was plainly taken aback. "What... What do

you mean, father?" The bear walked over to his trembling offspring. Took the

muzzle in one paw. "The time comes when you shall be a male, and no longer a

cub... You must take a wife. Have children..." Orfid looked like he was going

to lose his lunch... The paw jerked his head up. "Where lies your loyalty...

With me, or with A one-eyed tramp-son? You Do know the penalty for

disloyalty..." Orfid turned white, then red... Anger made his blood run hot...

"Castration... Or Banishment. Or Both...." This simply added fuel to the

flames... "Are you threatening me? Your youngest Son? Well, Father... Then Do

What you Will!" Orfid growled low in his throat...

"Remove may maleness if it pleases you, Send me to the farthest end of the

kingdom. I will return for Shadow..." Orfid lifted one paw and clasped his nuts

with the other. Hasuy again motioned the General to silence. "Iuy, Tell

Counsellor Shadow his trained bitch is going to be sold into slavery. If he

wishes to buy it back, he may put in a bid..." Orfid went white, as what he had

just said hit home... Gave a yeep as he clasped his nuts a bit too hard. But

said nothing. The king went over to the table and picked up a fruit, cut it in

half with a dagger, dropping it on the table. He tossed half to Iuy who was as

bewildered as Orfid. A thin trickle of blood dripped down the brown fur as the

bear bit his lip. A pit hit him squarely in the nose... "Decide!" A claw

pointed to his groin. "Him... Or Me. You may not serve 2 Masters. You must

either be loyal to your King and Father, or Your Lover...." A squeak. "I can

not..."

A paw grabbed his own, and gave a not-so-gentle squeeze to what they held. "Do

you wish me to rip these from you, Shave your ass, And sell you to another

kingdom, Thereby shaming me and demeaning Our Family name?" Orfid's mouth fell

open in shock. "Or would you prefer to degrade me by going into exile with

Another Male... One whose only talent is that he kills better than most." The

dagger was lifted, then slammed back into the wood. "Well?" The bear quaked...

"Give up your stupidity, and be My son... Or slime our honor... Decide!" The

last as the King smacked Orfid, then turned and went over to the General. "Say

nothing..." Iuy was too bewildered To say anything. Then they went over to the

fire, ignoring the cub who stood a few paces away. Orfid felt like a hollow

gourd. All his dreams and plans were running between his claws like sand. He

had 3 options... He could stop loving Shadow, and Marr.... The bruin jumped as

he again squeezed his abused nuts. Never! Jerking his paw from his crotch, the

Prince tried to get his fleeting thoughts together. They Could run away. Live

in exile in another kingdom... And create a war. Slavery, which was the

Traditional way to handle such dilemmas, would only make things worse.

For even if his Father would do nothing, Others would try... And die for their

troubles. To live in shame... A gleam caught his eye. Or to die... He watched

the pair, who seemed deep in conversation. Reached for the dagger. "Decided?"

The paw stopped in mid-air. He made it move towards the bowl. "Slaves eat when

they are told... You could stand to lose some weight." Orfid waited until the

muzzle was once again turned towards the fire. Then he quickly grabbed the

handle. It resisted his efforts to come loose... Damn! He moved his body so

they wouldn't notice what he tried to do. At last, the blade was in his paw. It

was too small to plunge into his heart. And too narrow to open his wrists

with... He would have to slide it across his neck. He had touched the scar on

Shadow's neck enough times. If the blade had gone deeper, or cut wider on

either side, he would have been dead... 'Would it hurt?' He wondered dully. Not

as much as the hell he was enduring at the moment... With a whispered

"Goodbye..." He lifted the weapon to his chin.... And went sprawling on the

floor, eyes filled with tears against the pain. His cheek throbbed where the

paw had struck.

Hasuy knelt beside his son, and held him, stroking his ears, as the bewildered

youth lay, too startled for words... Then sobbed, crying anew. "My son will

have a ceremony befitting a Prince... Iuy. Please see to the details." The

General nodded, and left. He wondered where the Prince would go, and whether he

would like a traveling companion... There were castles enough to spare for a

Bachelor Knight, and a Prince seeking fortunes. His second would enjoy the

promotion... The king held his son, letting the dam break. And break it did...

Orfid sobbed, choked on the words more than once, but struggled through it. The

worries of a discreet romance had weighed heavily on the youth. What would his

Father think? What would his Brothers say? Would he have to leave? When neither

broken word or sob came from the still form, he lifted the muzzle. The nose

ran, and the blue eyes were red... 'So much like his mother...' "Did you think

I would let such a petty thing come between me and any of my sons?" He pressed

the muzzle to his in a gentle kiss. Orfid blushed, bending his head... "Are you

still loyal?" And snapped it back up. Orfid thought he had been shocked all he

could be... "You are my father. My liege... What love I do not have for Shadow

is yours..."

A grin. "Good. As to why the..." He pointed to the dagger some feet away, "I

had to be sure... More than Tongues will wag at having a son who prefers males.

And if I Die, as well as all Your Brothers, You Will Be King. What then?" Orfid

pressed his head to the huge chest. "Then My Eldest Brother's Son may reign..."

Lifted it... This time the muzzle-press had nothing to do with a Father

cajoling his Son. The bruin was startled by the amount of lust in the kiss, but

he returned it. Added to the caress when his own fires lit... Hasuy pulled back

from his son, feeling his lips burn. "You will never wear the crown..." As what

he had done hit him, Orfid pressed his paw to his mouth. A claw lifted his

chin. "Think you are the only one who has lain with males? In the marches,

There are No females... So one does what one must with one's shield-brother.

Sometimes, one finds one prefers the feel of a male to a female... But I am

King. A king must have Heirs... What he does in another castle... Or when he is

in battle... Or his Wife dies, and he is in mourning...." The prince's eyes

went wide. "But Father..." A grin followed a head pat. "Nothing like waking to

a hand on your balls... Even if it doesn't have any hair."

The bear put his paws on his head and shook it... He did find out one thing...

When you get too many shocks, you don't fall, you bounce! He shook himself,

then grinned. "I am a mess..." Then took the male's paw in his and pressed it

to his forehead. Gave the furry appendage a kiss. Not the ritual press of lips

on skin, but the impassioned nuzzle a lover gives his newly-found partner. The

other one smacked his butt... "You are not so old I can't spank you, Prince...

Now, go clean up. I have other things to do besides cuddle my youngest..."

Orfid again pressed the paw to his head. "My Lord..." Then, eyes shining with

pride, he stood, and retrieving his clothing, walked out, head high. Hasuy

shook his own and growled. Then slammed his paw on the table. "Well, Well,

Well..." Safv walked into the room, locking the door behind him. "Will you kiss

me as well, Father? Or do you prefer cubs..." The king opened his mouth to yell

at his next-to-eldest son... To close it again as the bruin dropped his robe,

showing a nicely muscled body... And a throbbing erection. The prince walked

over to slide a paw into Hasuy's robe and stroke his nuts....

Safv found himself sprawled on the table, with a full-grown male on top of him.

He laughed, and shoved his hips against the furry thighs, grabbing the head and

pulling it down to be kissed. One paw grabbed his leg, holding his hips as the

maleness butted blindly at his ass... Then found entrance. The younger animal

grunted, arching as the pole slid deep into him. Teeth bit at a nipple, paws

urging the furry butt to entrench the thick cock faster. Instead, it slid

back... With a yelp, Safv jerked, trying to stop the exodus. Groped for the

slick meat... And had his paws slapped away. "I'm on top... I will decide how

to fuck you." The bear stopped struggling, and went limp. "As you wish..." With

one savage thrust, the king slammed his erection, sheath and all, into his

willing son's butt. Holding onto the furry cheeks with both paws, he hunched

rapidly, making the entire table vibrate. Far from trying to stop the savage

buggering, the male encouraged his lover to pound harder. To take longer

strokes... Flesh met flesh, tongues twining. The huge dick was moving at good

speed, as the hips gyrated, pistoning almost half the thick length at a time.

They kissed over the smaller cock jutting out of Safv's crotch.

Claws tortured the fat nuts, squeezed the reddish penis. With a moan, the bear

bent, cum spouting in the air. Tongues got busy swiping at the sticky globules.

A jerk on the heated flesh brought another geyser. Between them, nothing

reached either paw or furry hips. Hasuy rode his son's orgasm, letting the

bruin hunch against him. When the wave became a ripple, he continued buggering

the wailing creature. This time, his balls ignited and he pulled the haunches

to his crotch, roaring in pleasure. Semen jetted deep into the male's ass,

washing it with warm liquid. He flopped, gasping as paws held him still so anal

muscles could milk more scum out of the pulsating cock. At last they lay in a

puddle of sweaty fur. "What about Orfid?" The king shook his head. "Yes..."

Looked down at his son. "What do You suggest?" The bruin shrugged. Then patted

the wet muzzle. "I would never harm my younger brother... Sometimes, when he

would have a bad dream, or something frightened him, he would come to my room,

and crawl into my arms. It was hard not to take advantage of the small muzzle

resting on my chest, The claws curling around my erection... He was too young

to understand what we did. But we both enjoyed it... He sucked well, even

then."

He looked up at his father. Ran claws down the huge frame to where they were

still joined. "Many is the time I watched you sleep, wanting to feel you.

Wishing to lie next to you and take that which sired me deep inside my ass.

Nurse upon your staff of life..." A chuckle as the king tousled his son's furry

head. "Shall we do it again?" A grin as Safv lifted himself up to kiss a hard

nipple. "Whatever pleases my lord." The bear grumbled. "What would please me

most is not to have such hot-blooded sons..." A chuckle... "Ah, but we do take

after our Father... Eep!" His swelling balls were given a squeeze. "Shut up and

kiss me..." Safv squirmed... "I can't." Hasuy grunted, feeling the male grip

him with strong anal muscles. "Oh, Why?" Another squeeze. "Because you are in

my ass... No! Wait!!" The bear pulled his foot of maleness out of his son,

re-corking the gaping hole with a pair of claws. "Well... I'm not now." He

slapped his dripping cock on the furred chest. Then gasped as a tongue longer

than he had ever seen slid out of the brown muzzle and wrap it's pinkish self

thrice around his erection. The monarch shifted, pulling his son off the table

and onto the floor.

Paws slid across the muscular thighs to grab his butt and squeeze the furry

cheeks. With a snap of teeth, the cock vanished down the bruin's muzzle. Hasuy

jerked, as the tongue unwound and got busy trying to empty his nuts... It

succeed too. The king groaned, lifting the stone table up, as he arched and

came into the leech's maw. Claws worked his ass over well, a couple sliding

into the clutching orifice... And not until the last slimy drop was drained out

did the suction lessen. A paw gently stroked the throbbing balls, while another

followed the clasped lips up to make sure the dregs were gotten. Then the

sensitive head was lashed and the bruin danced... Hasuy Finally got the demon

off his abused maleness, to have teeth chew on his nutsack! "Aaugh! Stop!" A

muffled answer came from his groin as the horny animal attacked the furry butt-

cheeks. The weary king got his son up and off him. "You are a Wanton

Bastard..." Got kissed. "I follow my Father's foot-pads." With a grunt and an

ass-fondling, the pair drained the wine cups that lay to one side and went to

bed. Servants chuckled to themselves, and cleaned the mess up.

* * *

"So, you are from Hannat... The Bear looked over the scroll one more time. "And

why have you come?" A gloved hand pointed towards Chancellor Saahj. Another

rolled sheet was handed to the Castleholder. His eyes widened as accusations

and names unrolled before his eyes... It could Not be true! "It just can't

be..." He looked first at the creature who stood before him, and whose seal

matched the one on the bottom of the scroll, then at his trusted advisor. "What

is it, Sir?" 'Mere words...' He wanted desperately to say. But they stuck in

his throat. There were too many facts, too much the scroll stated for it to be

a ruse. Also... Nobody dared forge the Kings seal. And live long. Well... As

long as Torturers Could keep them alive. "It seems somebody believes you have

been in the wrong places, Counsel... This person has come to place you under

arrest." The bear snorted. "So, They now send Assassins to clean up their

messes. Well, you may find me not so easy to kill." The cloak was dropped,

revealing a male covered from head to foot in black. The Herald of Hannat rode

one side of the chest, and a strange symbol the other... Saahj gasped. "No...

You Are Dead!" A nasty-looking weapon was pulled from the bruin's robe.

"I shall not surrender! Not to a ghost..." He stabbed at the being, who grasped

his sleeve. Jerked him forward, to leap over the startled male! An arm wrapped

itself around his throat, and he was flung bodily to the floor. 'You shall if

you wish to keep your hide on your body and off the wall...' The black-robed

one held a blade to his throat, dark steel with rust-red runes... Rrtik stared

in shock... First to find out his own Counsellor has been trying to start a

war. Then a stranger who moves like the wind, but says nothing... He sat down

heavily. The hand moved... And the bruin laughed bitterly. "No, Knight Shadow.

I will not fight you. I will take my chances on the dungeon." The Baron shook

his head. Things fell into place... Secret meetings he had ignored. Scraps of

information and rumor he had turned a deaf ear to. With a growl, he splintered

the wooden chair arm. Then stood. "Guards!" His voice was thunder. When a set

of armored bodies showed up, he flung a paw towards the pair. "Escort these two

to the dungeon... I will take no chances." The sword whirled, to stop with a

suddenness. "No... Please..." The Counsellor gasped, eyes going wide, as he

watched the man slowly come to a stance. A blue eye went cold as ice... He

lifted himself up, and scrabbled across the floor like a crab. "Resend you

order, Baron... I beg you... Take me away. Throw me in chains... But Please, Do

Not Anger him!"

Rrtik didn't like being told what to do. Especially not in his own castle...

"Take them..." One of the guards lifted his own blade. "Now don't give us any

trouble, Sir... Just come alon... Mmpf!" He stepped back, nose bloodied from

being hit by the flat of the sword. Another lifted his pike, thrust it at the

human... And had it chopped to pieces by a whirling blade. Then a hand grabbed

his and a shoulder slammed into his mid-section. He yelped when fingers slid

under his leather skirt, finding a half-hardon, then grunted, being flung back

as the knight surged under him. "I do not believe it..." A sword shattered,

slamming into the stone floor. The being continued moving, keeping all 4 guards

busy just trying not to lose body parts. One of the bears jerked, his balls

throbbing at the caress they had been given when he and the male were pressed

together. For a moment, he hesitated... And a rock-hard fist took the wind from

him. With a 'Whoof!' he was propelled backwards... To slam full into a wall.

The Counselor watched the scene with growing horror. He turned again to Rrtik.

"Apologize. Now... before he decides that nobody in this castle is worth

saving...." "Daddy?" The entire assemblage froze.

A voice came from the other side of the being. A cub walked towards them. "Who

is he, Daddy? And why didn't somebody wake me... I like watching arms

practice." He reached up and grabbed the hanging hand. The entire room was

silent. The young one looked up at the male, who lifted him up, squealing. The

Baron took a step forward. "Please, Not my son..." The sword vanished back into

it's holder, as the youth flew halfway to the rafters... To be deftly caught.

"Again!" And again he was tossed high. He laughed with delight, flapping his

arms. "Daddy, Look... I can fly!" This time he was cradled in an arm and his

tummy was tickled. "No... No..." Holding the hand with both paws, he giggled.

Then was let down, to jerk his head as fingers dug into his neck, and made him

squeal yet again. Rrtik smiled... Puzzled, but relieved. The dark-clad one

lifted his hands and bared his wrists. "Shadow, This is my youngest. Say hello

to the Knight Shadow, Vkimh." The cub took a hand in his and pressed his

forehead to it. "May your life ever be full..." A finger ruffled his ear hair,

and he giggled. "And why are you not in bed, Youth?" The bruin turned, head

down. "I heard noises... And came to see if you needed help." A stern look at

his flushed cheeks.

"More like going to rummage through the kitchen..." He tossed the cub a fruit,

then turned to one of the guards. "Escort the prince back to his chamber... And

swat his rear if he gives you any trouble." The Prince looked mortified as a

guard lifted a spear and stepped behind him. "Good eve, Sir..." A complicated

bow made the little one swell with pride... And a tap on the floor with the

wooden rod made him move a bit faster towards the door. The Baron sighed.

"Perhaps I have been too hasty... Saahj, You go to a cell. Shadow, Will you

follow me please." The guards growled, but took the prisoner away. It took a

few minutes to find someone who knew the signs that went for speech in some

places. In between the Baron just looked at the being who stood, head down. The

cowl was now off and the scars were a sight... When the bruin came, he nodded

to his liege and made the sign for greeting. 'I can hear, just not talk...' A

dark smile, as the man opened his robe, flipping the collar down. A gasp from

the translator and a grimace from the Baron... Damn! No wonder he had said

nothing since arriving. And the letter Did ask for a translator who knew

Hand-Talk. "First... Why did you fight so hard at being put into the dungeon?

It would have only been for a few days at most. And we do not torture our

prisoners..."

'It was in a cell that I lost my... Virginity.' The baron stared at the

translator. "Did he say..." A nod. "His cell mate in the dungeon had been one

without a mate for a long time... It seems the animal went through bunk-mates

rather quickly. And Shadow was basically tossed naked into his arms..." Hands

made more symbols. "The guards, who look much like yours laughed as I... He...

Was raped." Rrtik sighed. How blind had he been? The male had been uneasy...

His counsellor begged him not to get the being mad.... Ex-counsellor now. "And

the eye?" He handed the being a cup of wine, feeling the fingers stroke his.

The Baron couldn't deny he was intrigued by the creature, but not That much!

'The eye went in the arena... As did my voice. The one along my cheek was done

by the same animal as a paw ripped my jaws open so he could use my mouth... Why

was I tossed into the monster's grasp? I refused to kill my opponent. A

barely-grown cub, who never should have been there was given a sword he could

barely carry and told to fight me. To the Death... When I hit his sword, he

dropped it and fell to my legs, crying in fear. He looked much like your's...'

A sip of the wine. "He refused the order to kill the being. Killed the guard

instead. Was tossed into the cell as punishment. Got to see the cub he saved

ripped apart by wild animals."

Rrtik gulped his own beverage down, hating the people on the Isle more and

more... He flung the half-empty cup at the wall. "I have been a fool... Will

you forgive me, Sir Knight?" The hands went to his shoulders. "Tis I who

deserve the beating... It has been long since I laid in a cell. And this is Not

the Arena... I ask forgiveness." Rrtik nodded. Turned and grasped the hand,

noticing it was missing a finger. This male's life would make a Great epic...

He would commission one in the morning. As much as the Knight wanted to tell,

anyway... But right now was the time for re-forging ties, and strengthening

bonds. He knew many females who be honored to warm a hero's bed... But a page?

The male grinned... 'A bed in the stable is as good as any.' Again, the Baron

felt humbled. "No... Gogmf." One of the guards appeared at the door. "Ask Takh

to find a suitable bed-mate for our guest... Even if it means a Private Stall

in the Stable... Understand?" The guard nodded and followed the robed one who

had just about beat the fur off him. With little wonder... If half of what he

said was true....

The eye-patch didn't cover the scar, and the jagged thing that ran under his

chin was no fake either. He put a paw on the shoulder. "Will I do?" A hand slid

inside his robe and fondled his balls... For a second time. Gogmf growled,

shoving the male against the wall, and kissing the pale lips. Hands stroked his

sides, dug into the furry butt. The bruin grunted, cock responding to the lust

that made his head spin. He grinned and led the Knight to a side-chamber. "We

will not be disturbed until dawn, male..." The creature was disrobing, and

there were more scars criss-crossing the body. The guard tossed his own

clothing aside, wanting to run his claws over the smooth flesh. He turned and

stepping to the bed, reclined so his muscular body was shown to the male. "We

usually wrestle to see who is on top, but I do not care to feel your shoulder

slam into my waist again." A grin, and a sign. The hands crossed each other,

then flipped. When the male got to him, fingers traced his lips, moved to toy

with his nipples, went down to slide along his cock, and finally stroked his

ass. The being took his paw, kissed the palm. Moved it to compress a hard teat.

Slid it down father and frigged his cock through it.

Finally, it was rested on the strong butt. The bear dug his claws into the

flesh and lifted the male to his side. They kissed, caressing each other's

body. A quick flip brought wanton mouths in line with straining erections. The

male was good... Too damn.... Shit! Orgasm blew out a fuse in his brain,

turning him into a rutting bear, whose only thought was to cram as much of his

spurting cock into the warm orifice as was possible. Then the one in his muzzle

blew... Gogmf growled around the penis, gobbling the sticky semen up. It was

sweet, thick and the animal sucked hard and long, wanting to drain the swelling

nuts as his own were being siphoned dry. He rooted around in the musky-smelling

thatch of hair to make sure he had all the cock in his muzzle. Then he shoved

the male onto his back and pistoned his snout over the still jetting pole. When

he had a mouthful the animal would swallow and lap at the still squirting head.

Then continued pumping the penis for more cum. He finally lay on the sheets,

holding the squirming male's groin to his lips. Lifting his paw out from under

the man, he stroked the smooth flesh, then grunted and with teeth firmly

latched on the shrinking penis, he fell asleep.

Gogmf awoke to find the creature hungrily nursing on his cock. Nuts jerking in

the clutching fingers, he whimpered and blew his wad into the greedy gullet.

Then with a sigh, slumber took him in again, as a tongue cleaned residue from

the shiny tip. Woke again to a foot nudging his butt... "Hey, Sleepy... Quit

sucking on your claws and get to work." The bear found his digit quite wet, as

he had been dreaming about the male. With a groan he saw his friend, and

sometimes-lover standing beside him. "He must have been good. You are late for

practice... Hey!" He jumped as the bruin grabbed his legs and shoving a

hot-tongued muzzle under his skirt, started chewing on his balls. "And I

haven't have breakfast either..." Claws dug into his furry rump. "Well... You

can eat later.... Eeeee!" He yelped as the insistent mouth latched onto his

dick and sucked it in. "And waste this tasty piece of meat? Never!" A robed

male smiled, and made a sign at the standing one... Who grinned and returned

the sign... Then leaned back to toy with a fat cock-head with his foot. Both

guards missed practice that day...

* * *

So the Counsellor returned with reassurances and well-wishes. And Left again.

The King didn't want him to go, nor did many of wiser heads on The Chamber

Table. But, He was resolute. 'You need no babysitter for the princes... And it

is time I moved on.' Nor would he take a reward. 'To work under such a great

and good king is reward enough.' He took the rank of Lord-General, however...

Hasuy told him if he Didn't take the ribbon and rank, he would Personally tie

the male to a door and carry him into the ceremony That way! When dinner was

finished and wine was passed around, One of the burly guards stood beside the

Lord. Then as one of many speeches started in his honor, the monster put a

restraining paw. "I gots orders, Sir... You is to stay if I have to sits on

yer." Another got up and told how his prowess was like none other either in

battle or in bed. Snickers and giggles rose as more wonderful tales were told.

The male put both hands on his head and shook it. Another rose to heap still

more bull on top of the being who was trying to slide down in his chair... To

be bodily pulled up. The best was when a scroll was read... The guard had to

kneel on the chair legs to keep the male in place. It was long and full of

praise and deeds the man had done, both in his life and in service to the King.

This was no easy task, since the Lord didn't want to listen to all the flowery

words and cheers in his honor... And even though the hands were in front of him

(The guard put his paws over them, just to make sure...), His butt was shoved

in close proximity of the man's face. And this would not have been so bad,

except the male was chewing on the furry buns like a starved peasant! Halfway

through, the speaker paused for drink, and gave the bruin a chance to shift

positions... The others at the table watching this were most amused, since the

Lord was known for pulling pranks. Perhaps he had somehow placed a few

cockleburrs on the guard, for that one had squirmed and jerked many a time. As

the words came again, The bruin knelt on the table, holding the chair as it

tried to tip back so it's contents could slink away, and planted feet firmly on

either side of the legs so no escape That way was possible either... Since his

leather skirt covered the Lord's face, his balls more than once brushed against

a warm mouth. The bear grunted... A tongue was caressing the fat nuts. He held

onto the chair and swallowed curses. Barely...

More than once, the guard had to grit his teeth as smaller ones bit at the

hanging ovals. "Easy duty, he says... Don't need no holder, he says... Justs

nurse-sit a shy Lord while he gets sung to, he says..." And more nasties were

muttered by the animal. At least both hands were on the table... When the final

accolade was said and the last bard had done, the guard lifted off him and

growled. His dick was hard as rock and his balls were swollen with desire for

the warm mouth that had been teasing them for hours! The final straw was when

the Lord slapped his thigh. This was done to a soldier to indicate he had done

good work. Or comrades may slap each other's thighs before going into town, as

an indication they were going to screw themselves silly... This slap was a

diversion. All saw the hand hit his leg and applauded the Lord for being a good

sport... Nobody saw the hand that gave the bear-cock a quick stroke, teasing

the tip, before vanishing... Oooohhh!! Now he had to stand at attention with a

hard-on that was on the verge of pouring a river of spunk... When all were

done, The guest-of-honor stood, and lifted his arms to the assemblage. "Speech!

Grace us with thy words..." The man shook his head....

"My poor eloquence would not do justice to such a distinguished gathering..." A

Translator solemnly repeated, "However there is one who might... If he would be

so kind...." Then pointed at a bruin down the table. "What?!" The hands lifted

up... "Please, Good Lord. Yours is a gift of speech I could never hope to

equal..." Tihur could not believe his eyes. Or his ears... The pompous bastard

wanted Him to deliver a speech?! "I ask forgiveness... I must leave to pack...

And Someone who waits impatiently for my return, is probably ready to bean me

for being late... Again!" The assemblage laughed and heartily wished the new

Lord on his way to whoever waited... Then settled back to hear what Tihur would

add to the accolades. As he left, the robed one gathered up the bear who he has

so abused, probably to give him a coin and a pat for doing such a good job of

keeping him in place, and being a good sport. Hasuy sighed.... Then grinned...

The male was shrewd. Damned smart too! Who better to raise ones praises than

one who hates your guts? He sipped his wine watching the bear turn red as he

tried unsuccessfully to reign his temper. The guard was too busy to hear the

speech.

He was holding onto the wall as the same mouth that had made his nuts swell was

between his legs and doing things to him that even the most wanton chambermaid

never had. Fingers mauled his butt-cheek, while others more gently played with

the swollen nut-sack. The mouth was everywhere! Nibbling on the inside of his

thighs, making him sweat and moan. Rolling his testicles around in their fleshy

holder, so a hand could stroke the long penis. Then it collared the pointed

tip, licking off the pre-cum bubbling out of the slit. "My Lord... I... I'm

about to... Eeep!" Both hands grabbed his ass and jerked the furry hips forward

so his sword could be sheathed full down the hungry gullet. Orgasm ignited his

nuts, burned across the sweaty buttocks, where fingers were kneading and

groping. Up the spinal cord to make a paw drop heavily and press the head

closer to the furry groin. He stuffed his other paw into his mouth to keep from

roaring! Something hit the bear in the back of his head, buckling his knees and

making lights dance before his eyes. Ejaculate poured out of the tortured cock,

to disappear into a vortex of suction. He grunted as the tongue caressed his

cock-root.

Throat muscles pulled insistently on the quivering pole, dredging still more

scum from his churning balls, to vanish down the insatiable maw. "Please..." He

whispered to the monster at his groin. Fingers clasped his testes and mauled

them... And not until they were well drained did the male stop the siphon. The

guard puddled down the wall, gasping. Hands stroked his sweaty chest. Then

gripped his head and the male pressed a cheek to his. A coin was pressed into

his palm, and with a last kiss, the horny Lord was gone... The guard made his

way unsteadily back to the roundhouse. "Well, Dids I steer ya straight? A

grass-walk... Oooof!" The bear slammed his fist into the other's paunch.

"Yeah... I got me rear chewed fer the better part of a candle, got me nuts

slavered over for another and then His Lordships decides ta have Me as his

after-dinner snack! I won't be able to Look at a female for weeks..." The

sergeant growled at them to be quiet... "Hey, was he dressed in black? Said

next to nothin?" A nod... The other one, who looked like a raccoon, chuckled.

"Be glads that's all he did ta ye. That were the Prince's pet-lover..." Things

grew quiet... "Some says that is the reason He is leaving. So The Prince can

stay..."

A growl got their attention. "Any more scuttlebutt about the sexual escapades

of the upper house, and you All may do night duty in the Nocker's Quarters...

Naked, With yer paws tied above yer head! Now get to sleep..." They grumbled,

but many snickered about who would succumb to the 'ladies' in the most seedy

part of town, and many a dick got well-pawed that eve.

* * *

Safv was the last one to visit the male. He grinned, bolting the door. "I knew

all about you and Orfid... Hell, most everybody with half a brain did..." He

stepped into the room, and tossing his cloak to one side, latched the door. The

prince wore nothing other than his fur... He grabbed his ringed breasts and

shoved them at the robed male. "What do you think? They are sliver. The

nose-ring is gold..." He hit it with a claw, making the circle gleam. "One of

my lovers used to stick his balls through it, and make me suck on him until

they were drained enough to slide out... Do you like it rough?" Robe didn't

move. "Don't come 'High-N-Mighty' with Me... Little Brother wasn't the first

male you laid with in this castle... Nor the last..." He grunted, pulling his

testicles between two claws, until they were tightly compressed and offered

them to the male. Robe Still didn't move... "Bastard! I wanted you for a Long

time... Sometimes I watched you and the little snit go at it. I pretended I was

the one under you, while I jerked off... Don't feel like eating dick?" He

turned and wriggled his muscular butt at the male. Still nothing... "What's the

matter? My ass isn't good enough for you?! How about my mouth, then..."

He flicked his long tongue out and slid it slowly over an erect nipple, toying

with the ring. Then his paws made a sign. 'Mate or Be Mated!' And he grabbed

the cloth-covered butt... Suddenly, he was flung onto the bed. The prince

stared at the three-bladed dagger inches from his eyes. Fingers slid into his

anus. 'Too big. Carve out a new hole to use...' Safv half believed he would.

"Promise to fuck me well? Then do it!" He grabbed the head, and pulled it down

to kiss the male wantonly. A hand grabbed his tongue and pulled it up through

the nose-ring... "Wha... Glurk!" The robe was flung to the floor along with the

weapon, and a pair of nuts slid over his tongue-tip. He could just lap on

them... But just. The bear growled... Then grinned. Maddening bastard! Well,

two could play at that game... He slid claws through the butt-cheeks above him

and stroked the puckered butt-hole. One slid in... And he was free again.

Keeping the claw in place, he added another, working the button of flesh over

well. Then pulled his tongue out of the ring, so he could pay more attention to

the cock bobbing before him. "I don't need oiling..." He rubbed his muzzle

along one side of the shaft, then the other. Nuzzled the fat head, nibbling on

it...

A finger opened his mouth. Then his ring was flipped up and the slick penis was

shoved through it! Safv's eyes crossed looking at the thing... "No, No... You

put your nuts there... Umf!" The male's testicles were placed in his mouth

instead and the jaw pressed shut. Grabbing the muzzle, he hunched against the

gold hoop. 'Oooo... How bizarre! I Knew he would be fun!' The animal slurped

and munched on the swelling balls thoroughly. Then pressed his fangs in the

sack. Not hard, but enough to make the male jerk... Claws stroked the smooth

butt. 'Cum on my forehead, and I will bite these...' A hand tweaked one of the

nipple rings. 'Bite Too hard, and I won't be able to...' The man jerked again

as the bear worked his scrotum over well. 'Promise?' A sigh... 'I Promise not

to cum on your forehead...' The animal relaxed and inhaled the scent of

male-musk. 'I will aim for your Ears!' Safv laughed... His tongue slid out,

over the ring, down the shaft and rubbed at the cock-head like an amorous pink

snake. "Pleath..." A third claw threatened to enter the tight anal ring. A nod

made bruin lift the soaked nuts out with his own paw and gave each a kiss. Then

pulled the penis back through the ring. The tip was also kissed... Then

vanished into the maw.

'I thought you wanted it...' He sucked hungrily, working his muzzle over the

pole well. 'A nibble first... You'll last longer.' Hands stroked his ears,

toyed with his tits and in general played havoc with the mammal's nervous

system. Who in turn munched, slurped and nursed on the cock, which while not

big, wasn't anything to sneeze at either. It fitted nicely on his tongue, and

occasionally tapped his tonsils. And gave up it's syrup most generously... Safv

growled, holding the spurting head just inside his mouth so the stuff could

flow down his tongue... 'Tasty...' He lapped at it. Then swallowed the thing

one again. The bear sucked gently on it like cub with a sweet he wants to make

last. 'My turn...' Fangs bit into the fleshy pole. 'Only if it goes up my

ass...' The snake-like tongue wrapped around his shrinking cock and

rhythmically squeezed on it, keeping the pole fat and swollen. Like the nuts

his claws worked over well. 'Alright...' The horny animal let the maleness out

of his mouth... To kiss the tip. "Return soon..." Kissed it again. Then

grabbing the man's nuts, guided the thing across his chest. A hand stopped his.

"What? Ohh..." The dick was rubbed across his hard nipples. Then another tug

sent it downward. To rub a larger one. The ball-sacks got squashed together.

Safv grabbed both cocks and squeezed them. "Just what I always wanted... Now

Get it in me!"

'Won't fit...' The bear grunted. "What do you mean? I've taken dicks twice as

big as yours..." His penis was bent down. 'Not long enough... Won't bend.' The

erection slapped his stomach. "Funny... Now bugger me, Damnit!" The male lifted

his legs and knelt... To fall in. 'Should have cut a new hole...' Safv laughed

and gripped the maleness. Not too long. Not too wide... Comfortable. That was

it... A Comfortable fit. And one he could enjoy all night. And damn near had

to! "Will you blow already? Damn! I like being humped as much as anybody... But

you would try a dead male's patience!" 'You wanted me to last...' "Yeah... But

not the whole damn night!" He howled, feeling the male Finally spurt deep

inside his guts. And pulled out! "What? Wait!" Hands grabbed his ears and

roughly pulled his panting muzzle to the slimy cock. A thrill ran down Safv's

spine... "Oh, Yes, Master!" His tongue slid out and rapidly cleaned every bit

of cum, excrement, and whatever else was on the cock off. When it was shiny and

polished, he slid it into his mouth... To have it jerked out. "Master?" He was

flung back, the male astride his hips. He was rode hard and without mercy. His

swollen nuts exploded, spewing sticky semen deep into the creature.

When the river became a trickle, the man jerked on his tit-rings. "Yes... I

Will suck.... Mmmpf!" Knees slid on either side of his muzzle. A sweaty pair of

balls slapped his nose. Safv growled and grabbing the wet ass-cheeks, buried

his jaws between them. His tongue slid deeper into the male than his cock was

before, cleaning every last drop of sweet cum out. Then slid the thighs back so

he could chew on the swollen testicles. As fingers twisted his rings and the

flesh they were attached to, he sucked like a banshee on the hard dick. One paw

was firmly holding the groin in place, while the other frigged an abused piece

of male-meat. The penis jerked, pumping thick male-seed into his muzzle. The

bruin growled, gulping the stuff down as fast as it could be siphoned out. Then

his own maleness gave out a trickle of cum. Even so, he didn't let go of the

spurting cock until it was drained of even insemenal fluid. Then he bit the

penis and moved the man so he could clean himself off... Sighed, and kissed the

male. "Was that so bad?" A grin, as a hand stroked his side. He turned over and

pressed his butt against the man, Took a hand and pressed his nuts into it.

Grunted as fingers squeezed the shrunken testicles. And fell asleep, with a

dreamy smile.

When he awoke, it was to find somebody dropped a hungry Wolder on him... Teeth

dug into his nose. He moaned and tried to pull away... Then the mouth was on

his nipples, chewing on the rings and nipping the hard flesh. Then the monster

vanished... "Wha? YEEP!" He jerked upright as his feet were attacked next. It

was bad enough that a tongue was curling around a toe-claw, but something was

tickling the hell out of his other foot-pad. "Please..." He gasped, trying to

reach down and stop the torture of his extremities. The mouth switched to the

other foot, as hands stroked his calf muscles erotically... Safv moaned, and

lay back. His legs were lifted and tossed over strong shoulders. "Oh, Yes...

Take Me!" The being continued onward, stroking his seeping penis across the

hole that gaped wantonly. His shoulders were grasped... And the male surged

upwards! "What? Ooof!" The bear found himself bent into a crescent. The man

grinned at him, then lifted up to slide his erection between the bruin's legs,

and stroke the reddish penis with it. The Prince grinned himself... This was

Sooo Kinky! If a bit hard on the spine...

He opened his mouth, grabbed the smooth ass, and lifted up to wrap his tongue

around the twin dicks. Mmmm.... Sucking was not impossible, so Safv tried it.

His nuts were mauled, and he stuck a claw up to the paw in the human's butt in

retaliation... Then shoved three down his own. Wow! This was too much. The bed

squeaked as the occupants got violent in their movements. The animal jerked,

snarling as a hand dropped to toy with his nipples. Having both paws busy, Safv

could not reciprocate... He could, however stick another claw into the already

pulsating anus. Damn! A finger stuck itself in his butt, helping the ones

already busy at work. With a muffled howl, the bear blew his wad down his

throat. He sucked greedily on the penis... And the other one exploded. The

Prince was going to drown in sweet ejaculate... And He loved it! He glugged the

sticky spunk down, throat working overtime. One pulled out... "No! I wasn't

through with that!!" Was what he tried to say... Then his claws were jerked out

of his anus and the slick dick was stuffed there instead. Now Safv was Really

rode! His cock hit zenith in his throat, as his groin was compressed into his

snout. Pulled back... And shoved back again.

This went on for quite a few minutes, the bruin wheezing as a few breaths got

in between lunges. Then the man did something Really nasty! He gripped the

furry hips and humped twice as fast as he hunched. Then slower, riding the

twisting buttocks. Faster... Slower.... 'Bastard, Cum!' And so the man did...

spewing one last time in the abused bruins' ass. Then pulled free, allowing the

weary bear to unwind. One last lick, and Safv dropped back to the bed. His back

ached, but he had been in that position before... A mug of wine was pressed

into his paw. He grunted and sipped the beverage. His eyes were on the male who

was standing in a stone ring. A bucket of water was dumped over him. Then a

brush scrubbed the flesh well. Another bucket rinsed off cleanser and dirt. The

animal growled... Drained the mug and stalked towards the male who had a towel

in one hand. "Allow me..." He buried his muzzle in between the butt-cheeks,

licking the man's entire crotch. Paws took the cloth and worked it slowly over

the scarred legs. 'Was there a place on this body that Didn't carry a scar?'

His tongue busily searched the groin... Teeth marks on both his cock and

scrotum. Claw scars on the muscular ass... He rubbed his muzzle against them,

continuing to dry off the male. Perhaps...

Hah! Both back and chest were a patchwork of small and large furrows. The

nipples were fairly intact, and hard as he teased at one. Fingers clutched his

semi-erection. 'No ring?' Safv looked over the smooth shoulder... but not

before biting it. "Hmmm?" Fingers pinched the red flesh. 'No ring here?' The

bear laughed... "Not yet... Would you like me to put one there?" The towel was

stroked down the arms, then up to finish off drying the face and hair. The

Prince turned his lover and stared at the socket that once held an eye. "Did it

hurt much?" He pressed his lips to the hole, then slid his tongue into it...

Teeth experimentally pressed the flesh, feeling the size of the fang holes in

the bone. "He Must have been huge!" 'They were...' They?! Safv had a hundred

questions, but a kiss and a slap on his butt told the bear his visit had come

to an end. "Stay... Be My lover. I will keep you entertained... Mmpf!" Another

kiss silenced all talk. 'I will miss you...' He held the male to him, pressing

their nipples and cocks together. 'No you won't... You have a whole Castle to

screw.' The Prince laughed and gave the double-pawful of ass a good squeeze.

"Yes... But none like you. Return and visit..." His own butt got mauled.

'Come out and see the world sometime...' His gold ring was pulled down and his

nose kissed. He retrieved his robe and shrugged it on... Then pressed both paws

and muzzles with the man. Halfway down the corridor, the bear felt a tingle...

He shrugged and continued on. The animal barely made it to his room... His

entire body throbbed with lust. "Wha?" he quickly stripped as just feeling the

robe stroking his fur was too much to bear. He made himself grab the cloth and

shake it... Nothing... Then in one pocket, he found some fine powder that

shimmered... "Harr Dust! In the wine... " He shook his paw then groaned as even

clenching his claws together was too pleasurable to stand. "You Bastard!! I'll

Get You For... AAAUGH!" Breathing became pleasure. Safv slid claws through his

fur and danced in a self-induced orgy. His tongue slid out to tickle the tips

of his ears. He gave his nuts a squeeze and twisted his flaccid cock. No

luck... The narcotic would be with him for a while longer... A megagasm turned

his brain to mush, and he shrieked softly. Every hair stood on end and neurons

burned with Pleasure... The creature fell onto it's bed and lay, quite

insensitive to the tugs and pulls of the chambermaids.

Cold water thrown on the shuddering head did as much good as wine poured down

the throat... None. Then Safv rose up and gave out such a moan, the entire crew

jumped to find a doctor. And when He showed up, he found a weary bear, coat

glistening with sweat. A paw waived him closer. "Tell that Bastard it was the

best gift in remembrance... And I Will Get Him Back!" Then he sighed and passed

out. The coati shook his narrow head, then walked towards the door. He stopped

a moment and bent to take a pinch of the dust on the ground. Gave a tentative

sniff... Then sneezed! Found more in a robe pocket. It was a grinning creature

that ordered bed-rest for the Prince. And wine for himself...

* * *

Hasuy hugged the robed male. 'Care to check and see that I don't take the Good

Silver?' The bruin laughed... "You may have anything you desire from me...

Erp!" A hand patted his nuts. "Except those..." The frown was replaced by a sad

smile. 'Bye, My Liege... And tell Iuy not to get fat. I may just return to

tickle his... Chin.' The king chuckled, then gripped the strange paw. "You may

return any time you care to, My Lord-General. Get used to it... The Rank is

Yours now." A shrug... 'A favor...' "Name it..." The robe was flung open and

the bruin's nipples were chewed upon. Then his cock got inhaled. He growled and

jerked the man upright. "Stop that!" 'Just wanted to see if they tasted the

same as the others...' The swipe missed his head by a claws-breadth. Then he

gave the crazy male another kiss and watched his General walk down the road.

Wriggling his hips like a saucy Barmaid... He laughed. And went back inside to

tell his sons.

* * *

Orfid looked over the greenery that spread before him like a picnic blanket. He

sighed, resting what was left of one paw on the stone. A wing rested on his

shoulder. "Commander?" He turned, looking at the creature who was his First

Captain. And lover for the last few days. Then he grinned and stroked the

underside of the hard beak with his wrist. "In a hurry for the sun to descend,

so we may tousle with the Second GuardKeeper?" One dark eye speared him. They

danced at the thought of having two mammals in bed at the same time. "Still

miss him..." The bear nodded. More than a few years had passed since the male

had left the Castle. Since then, twice they had went to battle. The last one

cost Hasuy his life and Orfid some fingers. He limped as a spear had ripped his

leg as well. He sighed, then turned and followed the multi-colored avian back

inside the garrison. A page came and saluted. "Rider, Sir. Coming from the

east. Will be here by dark." Hmm... "Alone?" A nod. "No others. Perhaps a

trader... He does have a small wagon in tow." A nod. "Bid the being welcome -

But make sure Somebody rummages through the goods..." A grin and the youth was

off. Down in the Gateway, the guard sighed. It had been long since he had

followed his Prince here... He scratched at his balls. Then grinned as he saw

his partner eye the movement with interest... No females within miles. Even the

mounts were all male. Hsut scratched a shoulder against the wood post.

Not that He minded... Mals was a good tousle. "Another candle-mark... Then we

eat." A long, black tongue slid out to mat brown fur, as it's owner grunted. "I

may not last, Hsut..." The bruin smiled. "You know the rules..." The dark

appendage waggled enticingly. "Well, Perhaps just a jerk.... Hey!" Membraned

arms wrapped themselves around his hips. "I'll have you off in minutes... You

watch that Trader." His half-erect cock vanished into the warm muzzle. Teeth

and tongue got him erect in moments. Then the leech got busy, nursing hungrily

at the bruin's groin. The guard could only groan and dig his claws into the

wood as the bat lavered over the sensitive head. Then swallowed the reddish

pole to the sheath. He shuddered, throat muscles tugging hungrily on the smooth

flesh. The bear twisted, then arched out of the chair, balls igniting. The

mammal rode the shuddering male, gulping the thick stuff down. "Again..." It

growled, still swallowing. "But..." The red eyes glared into his and sharp

teeth bit his sheath. "Keep watch... You won't last long. I promise..." The

bear knew he should pay more attention to the being who even now could be

plainly seen coming towards them...

But a tongue rasping at his cock-tip made his vision blur. He grabbed the

furred head and stuffing his dick in to the hilt, blew his wad a second time

into the creature's maw. Teeth gritted, the animal slid down to the cool floor.

This didn't stop the bat from continuing to nurse at his lover's groin... Until

the nuts clasped tightly in a paw were drained, he stayed glued to the hairy

crotch. The creature twisted his head, sliding off the shrinking maleness with

a corkscrew motion... True to his word, the reed's shadow that marked time had

barely inched over a few notches. "Bet you a good buggering, the male will be

bi..." The bear propped himself up on an elbow and tried to catch his breath.

"And how do you know that our guest is a male?" A grin... "The same way I know

when your balls need attention..." The bat nuzzled the flaccid globes. Then

gave them a lick. "Do you want to go out, or shall I?" The bear grunted. "Both

of us have to go... The Prince wants somebody to take a good look at what the

peddler has... Don't want any SmilSnakes..." A nod. "True..." They dressed, And

with one last fondle, left to stand in the gateway.

* * *

The cart creaked as the animal pulled it forward. A grunt as a hand stroked the

broad back. The bull plodded along, alert for danger, but easy in his traces. A

while ago the male had slid off his back and now walked beside him... Showed no

signs of stopping for a mating... At least not yet. He tossed his shaggy head,

gathering information on the structure ahead. "Males. Many. Some horny. Trade

more than goods..." This information was digested in silence. The bull flicked

his tail at a fly, then used the tufted end to rub at his nuts. Indeed they

would... He eyed the pair of males who stood before the gate. "Good day," one

hailed them. "And how may The Landsend Garrison serve, Sir?" Nizlh snorted. "We

are traders in goods, and spices, Guardian of the Gates. My partner doesn't

speak... A childhood affliction." The robed one bowed. Hsut nodded. "We must

ask permission to look over your wares... Orders." The bull snorted, and shook

his head. "Very well, but remember... Damaged goods are bought goods." The bat

grinned and watched as the man unbundled a variety of things. He watched

cooking utensils, and musical instruments appear from wrappings. Casks were

shaken, and sniffed at. He bartered for a carved knife with sheath.

The bear also purchased a few items. The pair of chests that weren't allowed to

be opened were vouchsafed for. Since a royal crest was stamped on the locks,

they didn't ask... Wondered much, but didn't ask. With the help of a couple of

Pages, everything was re-packed and the gates raised. Orfid wondered as the

pair walked in to his court. A hand was Always touching the animals's shoulder.

And the bull was muttering... "Stop. Now kneel." They both did. Orfid bid them

rise. The page whispered names in his ear. Shade was the one in the robe, Nizlh

beside him. Only the bull spoke... "May we see his face?" The animal snorted.

"He can hear, Lord... Shade?" The man lifted his cowl... To reveal a hood of

some sort. It went from mid-cheek up, hiding the eyes. Scars cut into the

bearded jaw... The bear bid them sit. Watched the bovine skillfully maneuver

his partner around the end of the table and walk him to the place they were to

sit. Nizlh waited until the male was seated, then moved the chair and dropped

onto his rump. A bowl was brought for the animal, and filled with wine.

"And how did you meet, if I may ask?" The bull finished his mouthful. "We were

in the same Regiment. A blast took Shade's eyesight, and crippled me. Somehow

we managed to crawl under a wagon... And when we came to our senses, we found

ourselves the only ones left alive. Since Shade was a carver before joining up,

he returned to his craft. And I help him as best I can..." A hand touched his

shoulder. "You sure?" A nod... "My Lord... Shade wishes to give you a gift. If

you will but stand him to touch your face for a time, he will carve your

likeness..." Orfid was delighted. "Perhaps we can exchange gifts..." The male

shook his head. "My Lord... We would be delighted to join you. However, my

partner's disease took more than just his voice. I am used to seeing his body,

so it does not offend me... Others may not be so kind. So We must decline...

What? No, I have no need... You Sure..." The man nodded. "Well. If My Lord

would not mind One of us... It seems Shade wishes to be left alone for a time.

He sometimes does this to me."

So Orfid made a room ready, and told the staff there was a extra guest at this

evenings sport. After dinner, the bear cleaned up, put on his rings and sat in

a seat. The man was brought over to him... Stood behind him. Fingers, soft as a

whisper, traced the back of his head. Ran over his ears, caressed the

insides... Orfid found himself getting turned-on. It was Hard Not to be... Such

a delicate touch. Down to follow his muzzle... Spread to cover his mouth, chin.

Stroked his jaw... Damn! This was getting serious... He barely stifled a moan,

when his nose was gently rubbed. The spiders ran across the side of his head

and went down to stroke his neck. The bruin grabbed the chair and grunted...

His robe ballooned. The fingers dug onto his neck, kneading, grasping. "Wha...

Mmm... Mpf!" There was a sudden *Crack* ... And Orfid found himself unable to

do anything! His head flopped forward. 'Oh, Shit! The Bastards an assassin...

Just broke my neck.' But an arm slid across his chin and lifting his head back

up, the other hand smacked him between the shoulders. Feeling returned with a

rush... The male stepped back and waited. The Prince worked his now limber neck

around... 'Damn... I need a massage.' And chuckled... It had been Years since

his neck had been popped.

A guard escorted the silent one to his room. And watched him remove the robe.

To reveal another one. Except this one had short sleeves. The arms that came

out were scarred and pitted... Ugly in the extreme. The wolf felt pity for such

a male... But Not enough to want to see the Rest of him. He left, closing the

door. Heard the bolt slide home. Poor fellow... He waited a moment more, then

went back to the Main Hall. He might Still be on Duty, But more often than not

a few minutes with an over-eager male could be wangled... And if not... Then

the exhibitions were Always a sight to behold!

* * *

"First on the agenda tonight is some sword-play. The usual rules, Please...

Winner gets 10 silver coins. Loser gets a whack on the butt!" The gallery

laughed... Many a squire had gotten his ego bruised by having to drop his pants

before his Lord and getting his exposed rear swatted. They also Studied

harder... Of course, Some of the males dropped their pants because they Liked

being spanked! The bull watched quietly as the beings worked up a sweat with

their blades. Commented on some stroke or parry, but generally kept silent.

That was because he was trying not to laugh! He had seen the 'blind one' take

on a band of thieves... And send them running! He coughed... Gasped. 'No...

Yes! Do it. Show Yourself, Master of The Darkness!' The last of the fighters

were done and Maak was hardly winded. "Any others wish to fight me?" He

grinned, sure of his coinage and a kiss from the Prince. A noise got his

attention.

"Come forth, then..." The guards parted as hands pressed on their shoulders.

Orfid watched as a being made his way into the room. He gasped... A creature

clad entirely in black armor was before him. On the chest was a Dragon's Paw.

The bear racked his brains trying to remember where he had seen that Emblem

before. There was no mistaking this was a Knight... He bowed to the Prince. And

to his opponent... Who grinned and bowed back. This was More Like It! Four feet

of steel was pulled from it's scabbard and held up. Maak grinned and tapped the

blade. Heavy... Would tire easily. He jumped in, working the metal well. Then

jumped back again... The being hadn't so much as shuffled his feet! And yet,

not one blow landed on the armor. All had been deflected... A deep chuckle came

from the helm. Then the Wolverine, who all his life had beaten opponents, found

himself sprawled on the floor! Orfid watched as with one gigantic blow, his

best went down on his butt, sword broken. There was something familiar about

the being... "May we see your face?"

The head moved sideways. Then the male sheathed his sword, turned and walked

out of the hall. Orfid was in lust... He Had to have that male in his paws.

"Then you forfeit the silver..." The being continued walking. The guards

stiffened as he passed, but didn't try to stop him. The next day, another

proclamation went out. The best archers were to meet in the fields by mid-day

for a tournament. Winner to get a gold pouch from the hand of the Garrison

Commander. "And something more...' was whispered throughout the hillside. The

Commander was known to kiss those who did well. And bed those who did

exceptional... By mid-day the field was filled with archers. Hooded robes stood

beside lanky frames with little more than a scrap of cloth on. Again, a dark

robed one won. And again he refused both purse and for his face to be seen, for

he had a mask on this time... Orfid was beside himself! "What do I do now?

Offer to wrestle him nude... It would be fun, but I doubt he would take such

obvious bait. Damn! Where have I seen that armor before..." As he lay, stroking

the fur on his lover's stomach, an image came...

A Black-clad creature standing before him, sword dripping blood. "Have you come

for me, then?" A dark hand, shaped as none he had ever seen, jerked the pole

free from his leg, and snapped it. Then lifted him up and carried him over one

shoulder like a sack of flour. Dropped him in the arms of a startled guard,

then left. Later, he heard of a monster who strode throughout the battle,

taking on all comers, no matter which side. Then the King died... And a Black

demon lit by his side. Iuy told him later about it... Hasuy was felled by the

Dark Guards of FallsTree. He stood them off as long as he could, and was about

to go down himself, when a whirlwind of steel engulfed the monsters. "It was

like a fiend was loosened upon them. A head struck me full on the chestplate.

Without a body... Before another candle-mark, I was covered in blood. 'Is he

dead?' it asked... I nodded. The growl was horrible. 'Whom do I kill to add to

his bearers.' I shrugged. 'You have already taken his slayers.' Then he lifted

his huge sword and broke it over his thigh! 'This steel shall never serve

again...' Then walked Through a squad who came to rescue us..." The bear

shivered. "Cold, Love?" The ferret draped his skinny frame over Orfid's.

Gave the male a kiss. "Better..." The bruin chuckled softly. Then racked his

brains again, trying to remember where he had seen that hand before... It

should be easy to do. The thing was missing a finger. He looked over at his

bust... The man did very good work... But would not take a commission. He

preferred the open road... Sometimes Orfid wished he was as free. But he had a

Garrison to run...

* * *

The next day another contest was called for. And this one was really strange...

"All males who wish to vie for a silver coin may step behind a wall and drop

their pants. Their maleness shall be put through a hole. Then, they will be

brought to ejaculation. The ones the Prince enjoys shall receive a Gilder." The

line went around the block... A dozen at a time, they were lined up behind the

wall, so nobody could see their faces, except the Watch Commander. It was

interesting to watch... Twelve cocks were lined up and dropped out the large

holes cut into a plank. Then the Prince would step in front of the wall, and

play with the dicks. Most had to be washed before Orfid would even Touch them.

Some only needed a few pulls to splatter, with jeers and laughter from the

spectators. Some took a bit of work... But some he knelt before and took into

his mouth... The gulps told those waiting when the nuts got drained. But, even

though he got more cum than the last Orgy, He was Still disappointed. None was

the one he wanted... "Damn!" A guard grinned, stroking the hard male-meat. "I

wish I could remember who that Bastard was!" A runner came over and handed him

a note. He looked it over. And over... "Who gave you this?"

"A dark-robed being, sire." Orfid nodded. He showed the note to the guard.

'Stick your muzzle out the high south window.' Who shrugged. The bear shrugged

too... Then sighed. And walked over to the only transom that faced south in

that part of the tower. It was a small window, barely big enough for a snout to

be pushed out, and then only with the help of a bucket. Tossing back the

shutter, he saw... Nothing. Then something slapped his nose. "What?!" Another

note. 'You missed one.' He eagerly shoved his mouth back out... To encounter a

dripping penis. It slid over his tongue down to the hairs. Something was

familiar about the strangely-shaped maleness and he sucked on it hungrily. The

nagging question was not just Who was out there, but how... Only a Bat could

cling to the wall, And this was No bat cock. "Hey!" The dick slid out until

just the fat head was between his fangs. As he bit in the piece of male-meat,

it spat a nugget of semen. Which flowed over his tongue and made his senses

swim.

Orfid gulped the spunk greedily, yelping as the guard attacked his erection. He

bit hard on the cock, growling around it. "You don't get away so easily this

time..." A feather ticked his nose. No! Try as he might, the sneeze built,

until it exploded... The bear spat out the maleness, jerked backwards and lay

with a surprised guard still holding onto his butt. Who got busy slurping up

his cum... An eye stared at him from the window... Winked. Then vanished to let

the stars shine down on the couple. Only one eye? Oh, no... He pulled free of

the male and literally ran to the top of the tower. Stared down at the rock

face. Nothing... "You Bastard! You Son Of A No-Haired Gazbuch!! If you are who

I think you are, I shall salt your groin and stake your ass out for the Naa to

graze on! Coward!! Come and take your buggering like a Male!" It took half the

watch to drag the bear from the tower rim and stick him in bed. Actually, they

tossed him in his chambers and locked the door. "A bad bottle of wine, or a

fever. He will be alright in the morning." Orfid growled tearing at the wood,

then turned and lay on his bed. He sighed... "Nah. He Should be dead by now..."

Flung his arms out...

And hit a note. 'How quickly they forget in the arms of another... Nice to feel

your mouth again.' It was signed by a Dragon's paw. With one claw erect... 'PS

Your butt is too wide to get through the window. Else I would offer to chew on

it...' The guards rushed in to catch their sovereign trying to get his furred

hips past the stone ledge. And not succeeding. The oaths that were hot enough

to set the curtains on fire were nothing compared to what came out after they

shackled him to the bed. He roared and snarled and growled... Then they left

him again. Orfid lay, chained to each of the four pillars. He mumbled to

himself, finally getting to sleep, just as a shadow came through the window to

stroke a furry thigh... Once again he was on the boat, tide rocking him as he

lay in chains. He had to chuckle. "I was the one to find them in the chest. And

I was the one who wanted to be used as a slave..." A noise brought his head up.

What? A dark-clad being came into the cabin. "Who are you. And what have you

done with... Erk!" A paw held a knife under his chin. Then tied his muzzle

shut. He struggled as the creature ransacked the cabin. Finding nothing of

interest, it turned to him. There was a gleam in it's ugly eyes, one pale and

unseeing.

The male grabbed his shoulder and painfully twisted his body so it was shoved

into the wall. Then the chains were re-tied, holding him sideways. A claw was

shoved into his ass... A grunt. Then the sounds of rummaging. Orfid turned his

head just enough to see the dark one lift something... Then return. And slap

his face. This time the claw was greased and re-shoved into his butt... It

hurt! Shadow had always waited until he was ready... The digit waggled in his

rear for a time... The he heard cloth being moved. A big cock parted his

cheeks, shoving it's pointed self against his anus. A tear ran down his cheek

as the monster forced its way up into his passage. Not until it was in to where

it stuck out of the pants did the male stop shoving. Only to hunch against

him... Again. A soft growl as he was used. Despite the pain and awkward

position, the bear found himself being turned on. This male was his Master. To

use him as He saw fit... He shuddered, cock growing. Then pushed back at the

creature. 'Yesssss...' He grunted, feeing the male hit zenith, and fill his ass

with warm liquid. Then a dagger was shoved under his chin. He tried to

squeak... A Hand missing a finger grabbed the paw.

They wrestled for a moment... Then the steel got pulled back, leaving a small

cut along one cheek. The bastard! Use him, then slit his throat... What

ingratitude! The pair took the fight out of the cabin, and as he listened, a

fleshy smack followed by a grunt, then a splash told him someone had won.

Footsteps returned and was filled with terror as the knife appear in his

vision. He squeaked trying desperately to beg for his life... And watched the

ropes part from around his muzzle... Orfid lay, panting. 'Thank you..." His

shackles were also removed. Then the hand grabbed his swollen nuts. 'And That

is how slaves are treated.' Orfid smacked the male. "You mean to tell me it was

you all the time? I'm gonna rip your balls off!" And he jumped on top of the

male, ripping the cloth away so he could attack the fat testicles... And awoke

to find a male nibbling on his nuts. "Shadow?" he whispered. A three-fingered

hand jerked on his cock... Then traced a symbol on his thigh. 'Friends...' He

growled and struggled against the chains. "Get that dick that is rubbing my

toes up here and I'll show you friends... Arrgh!" His ejaculate spewed out like

a sticky geyser to fall on the furry belly.

Then his hips were jerked up. 'Graze on My butt-hair, eh?' The guards shuffled

and stared as sounds came from under the door. "Ow! Stop! My Ass... You

Bastard!! Bite It! Bite... It... Yes! Oh, My Balls... Fuck Me! Get That Fat

Cock Up Here! I don't care if it isn't greased... Aaaaah! Teasing Bastard! Wait

until I get my paws on you again! No... Not On My Ass, IN My Ass! Oooh, I Will

Get You... I'll drop you face first into a pit of horny Lizards! Whadda ya mean

'Will they be male'? Of course! What? You suck one Every night... Red Snake

indeed! Teacher or no... Lover or Not... I got it! Like my nipples? Then Bite

Them!" They could take it no longer. The pair unlatched the door and found a

sweaty pile of fur, sticky with semen. "Go, Shadow... I Will find thee. And

when I do, You are going to be tied to a post and every male in the Garrison

will jerk off on you. Even the Pack-beasts will add to the morass... Then you

will be served as The First course at Orgy!" Then he dropped off again.

Pressures of office. Must be... They lifted a cloak and put it on the Prince.

Then left... Again the shadow came to the still form. A tongue slid across the

morass, causing a ripple in the fur.

'Good night, Sweet Prince.' Orfid chuckled... "Give me a kiss, you wanton

bastard." The male kissed him. "My heart was ever yours... I left not because

of you, but because three kings can not sit on one throne... What?! In each

other's... You Dirty-minded male! Now go and let me sleep. But You will return

in the day, so I can get my paws on your butt. Promise... Good." He went back

into slumber. The next day another note was found. And they had to literally

sit on the Prince this time. 'I didn't say Which day...'

* * *

Some weeks later a guard came in with a message. "Lone animal. Staggering

towards Garrison. Orders?" The prince went to the gates. "Where?" Got a long-

glass and studied the being. "A Bull... Nasty... Got some bad wounds. Wait a

minute... That's My Bandanna!" He tried to get the glass to focus better...

"Damn... Fetch a healer. And assemble the Knights." His sword was brought, and

with it in place, Orfid led his band out to see about the bovine who had

collapsed in the dust. And had a Hannat scarf tied to his horns.

Nizlh gasped as hands lifted him. "Easy... Easy. You are among friends." He

struggled. "Must get to Garrison. Find Prince." Orfid lifted the bloody head.

"I am Orfid. What is it... Wait! You were with the Trader... What happened?"

The bull gulped as water was poured into his mouth. "Sire... Raiders! Came upon

us in the woods. Shade tried to stop them... When it got bad, he tied this to

my horns and told me to run. I didn't want to... But he stabbed me in the

butt...." He dropped his head. The bear chuckled... That would make Anybody

run. "Come back to find you. Need Help..." Then flopped. The otter put a hand

to the big neck. "He will live." The Prince quickly got a Hunting Party

together and went in search of the ambush. Came upon a place where many dead

bodies Had been. "Damn... Siks." One of the reasons the Garrison was build was

because a small country to the south. To a Sik, Meat was Whoever was in the

Pot... And it didn't matter to Them that the Meat might Not want to be eaten.

"Trivial Details..." They would say. That which wasn't broken was scattered.

Sik Raiding Parties have little use for trinkets... They prefer Fresh Meat, New

Weapons and Somebody else's Coin. There was little chance to catch them... And

next to none of finding out the man's fate... Orfid sent word to the other

Garrisons, and salvaged what he could. Of course, the Bull was More than

welcome to stay... And did so.

* * *

A few months later the Garrison got a visitor. "Safv!" The princes embraced.

"How goes Hannat?" A shrug. "I now live in TreesKnoll. Our Brother is such a

Prude!" They both laughed. "Have you heard from..." And got an earful of what

had gone on in one wild night. Bowed his head at the grimmer news... "I had

hoped..." Orfid sighed. "So had I. But so far, No word..." They burned the fire

low catching up on gossip. In the courtyard a bull lifted his head... And

smiled. "He returns... Hear that Balls?" A tufted tail whisked the

pendulum-shaped nutsack. "He returns... And you shall be well drained." Then he

went over and nuzzled a mule who was not spooked by talking bovine who also

liked to suck on long dicks. One of the guards saw this and came over. "How

about me instead?" The panda dropped his pants showing a cock of good size.

"How about both of you..." The tail lifted as a tongue slid out to steer a

spatula-shaped head into the muzzle. The bear moved a stool behind the bull and

jumped on it, sliding to the hilt in the warm anus. The donkey brayed, filling

the bull's mouth with spunk, which he gulped hungrily... And the animal behind

him grunted, burying himself to the hilt into the warm opening, shooting Deep.

'Indeed, he returns...'

* * *

The next eve, Safv awoke to find himself staring at a hard cock. 'Still want my

nuts in your ring?' Paws latched onto the smooth butt-cheeks. "Shadow..." He

whispered. Claws latched onto the cock. It was warm and throbbed in his grasp.

No ghost then... And grinned. "My brother would Kill me if he knew... Yes. Put

your nuts in the ring... I promise they will be very tiny when you remove

them." 'If you get to remove them.' He thought to himself. 'I don't think The

Prince will mind... But, you can ask him yourself.' Orfid growled nastily from

the doorway. "So You Still Live. And in bed with my Brother... What should I do

about this?" The bigger bruin moved the male's hips. And stared at his younger

Brother. "Quit stalling and Get that Hard cock over here so I can suck on the

both of you!" You didn't have to mention 'suck' to Orfid Twice! He Ran and

leaped on the bed... Which gave a shudder and broke! The three males laughed

and kissed and rolled on each other for a while. 'Somebody has Gained

Weight...' *Ooof!* "Yeah... How come you got such a big ass, Little Brother?"

"All the more to shove against Your Muzzle, Big Brother... Hey!" Two sets of

teeth bit into the wide cheeks.

"No fair..." He squirmed under them. Then reached over and stuffed a cock into

his muzzle. Safv growled, sliding down to wrap his tongue around the fat nuts

and pull them into his mouth. The man, now free, worked both of them into a

frenzy with caresses, and nibbles. Then got up and grinning, took a step.... To

fall flat on his face! Large paws were wrapped around each ankle. "You are Not

Going Anywhere...." Safv smiled wickedly. "Shall we Brother?" Orfid returned

the smile... "Yes, I think we shall Brother..." They drug the male back to them

and as he shook, tickled and lapped at the soles of his feet. "That for all the

times you have teased us..." A paw clasped his butt and dug into it. The other

was similarly latched onto. They lifted him and worked their muzzle across the

smooth cheeks. "Hmmm... You've added some scars. Who's been chewing on your

ass, Hmm?" The man flailed as fangs left marks on the pale flesh. A paw worked

the stiff maleness over. Returned to it's owner so he could lap at the precum

coating the leathery palm. "Mmm... Well. Only one dick. So... which of us shall

have it first?" The man looked over his shoulder at the bruins. They grinned up

at him. "Yes... First!"

He shook, but they just held him tighter and nuzzled his butt. Orfid thought a

moment, keeping a firm grip on his lover's leg. "You First Elder Brother..."

Safv had seen That look before... He grinned and moved his snout over the

strong thigh, licking the shuddering flesh. He watched the younger bear get up

and move to get a pot of oil and 3 cups of wine. As the animal brought it over

he tripped and spilled some on the male's crotch. "Clumsy... Well. Guess I

shall just have to clean you up!" Safv worked his tongue around the

well-scented crotch, making sure it was devoid of both wine and sweat. Orfid

was slurping the long salami standing out of his brother's crotch. "Oil It

Please..." He did so, Then took the huge pole and slid it under his tail.

Groaned and shuddered as the huge cock split his anus open. Then leaned forward

and stroked his own erection in between the man's sweaty cheeks. The bear

coated a claw and worked it in the puckered hole... "You Bastard!" Safv slid

his mouth off the penis. "Problem?" Orfid growled and dipped the tip of his

cock in the oil. "Yeah... He's Still tight as a knothole... How the hell do you

do it?" 'Practice...' "Practice What? Never mind."

He waived the hand off, stuffing his hard meat into the hole... Which opened up

and swallowed him! Startled, Orfid grunted and rolled back, taking his

brother's cock to the hilt. This made him yelp, twisting in between the twin

pleasures. Safv grinned, continuing to work on the maleness... He had a good

idea what had just happened. Slapping a paw on the furry ass, and another on

the smooth one, he lifted up. Orfid felt the movement, and came up to a half-

crouch. "Better..." He could now hump the male in front of him and work the

penis in his rear over well. The bruins growled, wanting the man to come

first... But Orfid did that. The combination of having such a big dick sliding

in him, and buggering such a wonderful ass was too much for the horny animal.

With a howl, he pulled the hips into his crotch and exploded. Safv blew next,

feeling the anal muscles milk him. He sank his teeth into the maleness in his

muzzle and growled, awash with lust. They lay, panting, warmed by the

afterglow... "Orfid..." "Yeah..." "Did He blow?" "You don't know?" Safv worked

the dick around in his mouth. "Damn... Can't tell." 'Getting forgetful? A sure

sign of advanced age...' The bruin growled, and slapped a paw to the butt. "You

ain't no cub either." They untangled themselves and went over to the stone ring

where a bucket of water waited.

After washing and drying each other off, they sat and drank for a time. "Only

one way to make sure..." They laid the man down and began to lap on the cock,

one paw tweaking a nipple and the other working on each other's hard cocks. The

male jerked as Orfid nuzzled then nibbled the swollen nuts. Grinning he leaned

down and kissed his brother across the maleness. They pressed muzzles, sliding

their lips along the length. Now, the testicles were fondled by a paw that

rolled them around like large stones in their bag. Another stroked the slick

meat, paying particular attention to the fat head. And they were rewarded when

the man's hips jerked. Orfid felt the surge go through his fist, and shoved the

cock over so a jet of whitish spunk splattered into Safv's open mouth. Pulled

it back towards him and got one himself. Both tongues got busy lapping the

creamy stuff up as it bubbled out of the slit. They worked it over until not

even sweet pre-cum could be coaxed forth. "Revenge is Sweet..." Safv nibbled on

the drained balls, and grinned. Orfid sat back, eying his brother erection.

"Looks like He's not the only one in need of a good mouthing." The older bruin

growled low... "Then get it over here..."

They basically jumped on each other, Orfid gasping slightly as he deep-throated

the big dick. Safv nursed hungrily on the smaller but nicely fat male-meat... A

man watched the bears go at each other... Smiled and cleaned himself up. Then

went to the door, making a signal to the guards on duty. The canines came in,

Took one look and dropped their skirts. The princes yelped as cocks were thrust

deep under their tails... Then growled and encouraged their new lovers to pump

their ass's full of doggy spunk. Orfid looked over at his love who was now

relaxing in a chair, sipping a cup of wine and caressing the ears of a ferret

who was sucking on him with a will... And grinned. The days ahead were going to

be fun. But right now, he had a pair of dicks to drain... The one in his butt

wormed deeper, to spurt warm, sticky stuff in him. A few moments later Safv

moaned and poured cream down his throat. He growled, slurping the sticky stuff

up, wanting more... Then shuddered as his own orgasm robbed him of sense....

* * *

The ferret grinned to himself. The male Was a pawful, as promised. Then groaned

as a toe rubbed his dick... He had heard stories about the being that lay in

his paws. And he intended to find out if they were true or not... But that

could wait until later... Right now, the testicles he was busy rubbing on, were

swelling, and any moment he expected to harvest a nice load of cum... The

scribe nibbled on the wide tip, and got a lurch... Ah. And a moment later a

mouthful of sticky semen... Wonderful!

The End