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CHAPTER 6

Interlude

The following day was a rough one for poor Rishi. His exhaustion insured that he would sleep through the morning and the healing wound on his backside insured he would stay in bed throughout the rest of the day. Samantha had calmed her nerves after sleeping on the revelation that her husband was a feline sex toy, though the new dawn held much uncertainty for the safety of her husband and their family. She had asked him that if they should injure or abuse him intentionally in any way that he should abandon this offering and they'd leave and take their chances on the road. He reluctantly agreed for the sake of her sanity.

Though bed-ridden, Samantha didn't mind that much and offered to care for him as he needed. She cooked for him and served him in bed, got him a book to read, and even brought a pot to piss in whenever he needed. The real trouble came when he needed to defecate. Whether in the bedroom or a privy, the task would not be an easy one for the rodent. He would have to get out of bed, bend over, and allow his pucker to split open, risking reopening the wound he endured the previous night. It was a task he'd wished he could avoid, but he did his business anyway. He used the outhouse behind their home and managed to reach it with little help from his wife. He walked carefully and slowly as each step produced a fiery pain, but eventually he reached it and throughout his life he'd never had a shit that hurt more than what he endured then and there. He cried and groaned and grimaced, but he was silent enough that his wife and kids would not be too alarmed.

The rest of the day was uneventful and the second day after proved similarly true. Though he remained in bed, his wound had begun to heal. He ate little, both from a lack of appetite as well as the desire to prevent the voiding of his bowels. He read, he drank, he pissed, and he talked with his wife and it continued like that throughout the day. By the third day, he'd felt well enough to walk around, though with a good deal of discomfort. He did little of it and no work on the farm, but he was mending quickly. As the rest of the week wore on, his energy returned as did his appetite. He spent time with his children while Samantha tended the fields and cleaned the house. He ate hearty and when he did his business, he was careful and the pain was relatively minimal.

He'd gone for short walks down the road to the next street and back to get some exercise. He'd spoken with countless locals who asked him about his offering to the felines and if it was true and, through sullen expressions, he confirmed it was indeed true. His reputation took a bit of turn at that point. Most of those that had chastised him for his outlook and his failures now took pity on him, and his wife, for what they must now abide. Rishi graciously accepted their sentiments, even though it seemed out of place and completely out of nowhere, but as he talked with more and more natives he began to understand why they felt so sorry for him. His past experience with the canines and the pain and suffering he and his wife underwent was known by everyone from the Plains. The duties asked of him to be performed for the felines was reminiscent to them all of what the canines had done and it made them all sympathetic towards him. While Rishi disagreed in a way that it wasn't an exact analogy, he agreed it was similar and was just happy to finally get some sympathy from his local people.

Soldiers of the Felis Army were a different story. Though most of the time they paid him no mind, Rishi had to endure taunts and mocking jeers from some who spotted him. They laughed at him and joked at his expense. Since it would be far out of his place to retaliate, either physically or verbally, he decided it was easiest to ignore them. When they began to laugh or shout obscenities at him, he merely turned away from them and walked away. A few soldiers felt insulted by this and yelled at him to acknowledge them with the proper respect. When he refused to do so, they confronted him and threatened him, but it never went further than that. Rishi was never one to push his luck, but he knew his place in Darreen was secure and the soldiers, though insulted and vexed, were still subjects of the Felis Royal Court and would not risk their position over a scrawny field mouse such as him.

The day of the tribute for the following week came and as was promised to the mouse he was not required to provide a tribute to the Felis Army. His wife wanted to celebrate and Rishi wanted nothing more as well, but as he knew that his respite would not be for long, he needed to begin preparing for the next tribute and he wanted to do it as soon as possible. It was true that his ass was still healing, but Rishi felt that if he waited too long then he might not be ready. So he took an old broom handle from his wife that she no longer used and some olive oil and closed himself off in his room. His wife, curious as to what he was doing, followed him in and when she'd found out she thought it highly questionable. However, she agreed it would help him endure his proceeding visits to the High Court and so she offered to assist him with his training.

He objected, of course, as he found the whole process extremely embarrassing, but she insisted and convinced him with a story of similar bedroom happenings she'd heard from the wife of another local mouse. He undressed completely and climbed onto the bed on all fours as she lubricated the handle with a liberal amount of oil. She greased up his still healing pucker and slowly inserted the rounded edge into his sphincter. He cringed and tensed up as he was opened up and a wave of soft pain swept up from his backside, but it wasn't nearly unbearable. He advised her to insert as much as she could, giving her enough to think about what he would be handling during the offerings. She got a good ten inches of the handle inside of him before he began to feel pressure on his intestine and he asked her to stop. The most uncomfortable action he asked her to perform was when he requested she pull it out and shove it back in slowly and rhythmically. She obliged and, seeing the unease he was feeling, stopped for a moment, leaving the handle embedded in his rectum, before stepping aside and removing all her clothes.

She knelt in front of her husband, completely naked, and lubricated her cunt with what was left of the olive oil on her paws. Rishi, getting highly aroused from the sight and smell of the gray mouse in front of him, leaned forward and began licking at the musky organ. She told him that the next time he had a huge pole inside of him to just think of this moment. Rishi had no problem doing that. While he licked her snatch, Sam leaned over and grabbed the handle and began removing it and reinserting it. The scent of his wife and the sensation of the wooden pole tickling his anus got him hard as a rock and during their sexual experimentation, he came all over the sheets. Sam was taken aback, as was Rishi, as it appeared to work much better for the mouse than originally anticipated.

Afterward, still high on his wife's musk, Rishi removed the wood from his ass and took his wife and mated her hard and long, wiping up the cum he squirted earlier and using it as lube before inserting himself into her. Sam didn't seem to mind so much and Rishi needed the relief. He felt that if he was going to get hard and get off, he needed to do it in his wife. But there was something more to it for Rishi. He felt like he was being treated like a female by the felines and getting the chance to act like the male in his house with his wife felt reassuring to him and allowed him to feel a sense of dominance that he didn't get to feel anywhere else.

This went on for another week with Rishi taking a wooden pole and shoving it up his ass. As his tailhole healed, it became more and more flexible and soon it barely hurt at all. He had begun doing it a few times a day to get as much practice as he could, constantly reminding himself of the pain he felt the first time Lord Allon took him. His wife would help sometimes, but not always, and Rishi was taking poles with a larger girth to make himself more elastic. However, as he began to take larger rods, it became more difficult as the wound still hadn't fully healed and his tight rump wasn't able to adapt as fast as he wanted it to. Nevertheless, he continued to try and was eventually able to insert objects inside of him with a thickness roughly equivalent to that of Sir Amarro and Sir Kish with relative ease and that made him very confident. However, he still felt pretty rough discomfort when he attempted to push in something that seemed about the size of Lord Allon's cock. It was somewhat disheartening, but the mouse knew it could take some time and at the moment he was much more prepared for the next tribute than he was last time.

He'd also taken the time to consider what they might ask of him. They did much during their first matings: they kissed, they sniffed, he gave oral and anal, they even rimmed him. It occurred to him that since they got so amorous from the scent and tase of his backside, which admittedly was the point where his scent was strongest, they could ask him to reciprocate. It's not like it was something he hadn't done with his wife before, but considering the stale, musky aroma the felines produced on their crotch it wasn't something he desired to try out. He figured, though, that he'd already gotten a sample from sucking on Jarai's dick and if he could stomach that then he'd be able to stomach licking a cat's ass.

The rest of his time was spent helping Samantha tend to the fields, playing with his children, doing a little shopping with some of the neighbors, who had actually offered some food and drinks as a gift to the beleaguered mice. It was welcomed with a warm reception from the couple and despite the harsh reality, they were both beginning to see the positive side to their situation. Assuming he was able to withstand anymore punishing sexual acts, his tributes would turn out to be very beneficial.

Second Tribute

When last Rishi was required to pay his tribute, he was in a state of emotional turmoil. He was incredibly apprehensive about offering himself to the felines and he had been dealing with harassment from both the locals and the Felis soldiers. He had recently been attacked by wolves, threatened by the lord himself, and was constantly fixated on the safety of his wife and kids. Overall, two weeks ago to the day was certainly a most tumultuous time of his life.

Now, on the day of offering, he found himself in a much better mindset. His wife was aware now of what he would be providing the felines, though he still refused to reveal any actual details about what went on within the walls of the High Court. She needed no details from him though. She was a woman and a wife and she knew what men wanted whether they got it from men or women. The entirety of the Darreen Plains knew as well and it made things awkward for the mouse. When he saw the natives, he knew they pitied him and it made him feel small. When he saw the Felis soldiers, he knew they found it amusing and it made him feel even smaller. Nevertheless, it was what he had to deal with in order to keep his position in the Plains secure, so he bade it little attention.

As he stood there outside the doors to the Court halls, a line of small mammals was waiting to make their own offerings. As they waited, they observed Rishi with curious eyes. They no longer sneered at him, but they didn't seem interested in getting any closer with him. Their pity extended only so far as to feel sorry for his upcoming trials, but not far enough as to view him as worthy of their companionship. It certainly made the rodent uncomfortable, but it still felt better than judgment and scorn.

He stood once again next to Tony, the cougar, and the lion, whose name it turned out was Matt. Neither one said anything to him as he waited, once again, to be the last one in. Tony greeted him when he arrived with a rather unflattering smile plastered on his face. Matt merely greeted him with a simple head nod. The sun was not as high in the sky as it had been the previous tribute, although it was to be expected as they were approaching winter. The air was cooler as well, but Rishi was less concerned this time as to the temperature. This time, he was less concerned about everything. He knew much better what to expect from the felines and felt more confident that he'd be able to endure whatever they threw at him. He wore the same clothes he did last time, but washed, figuring that if he was expected to walk home covered in feline musk, he might as well not ruin anymore clothes.

"You probably should've come a little bit later, mouse," Tony said unexpectedly.

Rishi merely looked up at him and chuckled. "Yeah, well, I didn't want to be late and risk having the lord and his guards have to wait for me to show up."

"True. They're probably rather anxious to play with their little mouse toy." Rishi's ears went back and he stared back at the cougar with a somewhat stunned expression. Tony had seemed more understanding about his situation, but that seemed rather hurtful. "Hey, don't look at me like that. I was just kidding."

"Oh." Rishi forced a chuckle through hurt feelings. Matt didn't seem to think it was funny either, nor did any of the natives that managed to hear him.

Everyone made their tribute and left giving Rishi a smile, a nod, or even a 'good luck' before leaving. Even Priesto, his most vocal critic, managed to smile at him as he left, though it was small and involved a minor curl of the left side of his muzzle. Gregorious wasn't the last in line this time. That duty fell upon a nice chinchilla that Rishi actually got along with before this mess. He nodded and told the mouse not to worry before heading off.

"Well then," Tony stated before holding the door open. "The lord awaits." He bowed and smiled in a jocular manner, waving the mouse inside.

Rishi gave the cougar a smile, feeling a bit of the tension fading away from the feline's jests. He was starting to find humor in the situation and it was making him feel content. He heard the door close behind him as he approached the Lord's Seat. He wasn't shaking this time and when he walked it was with confidence. He was, however, not entirely at ease. He still felt a bit apprehensive about the situation and as the moment came closer and closer to his next mating, he was reminded of the worst aspects of his first sexual experience with these men. The physical pain his rump had to endure and the noxious odor his nose and tongue had to endure brought an uncomfortable sense of foreboding. But like before, he was able to push those feelings aside and keep calm as he quickly made his way to the edge of the steps. With no effort, he bent down onto one knee and bowed before the cougar lord of the Plains.

Allon was smiling jubilantly, arms resting on either side of his chair with his fingers clasped in his lap. His fancy loincloth draped over his crotch, hiding the royal 'member,' with the tip of his tail hanging off the side lazily waving back and forth. The other felines were at attention, halberd in paw, seemingly unaware of the mouse's presence, or at least that's the way they wished to be perceived. Amarro and Kish kept perfect composure, but Jarai's tail was twitching anxiously and Dubois didn't even really try to hide his feelings. His tail was wagging back and forth like a kitten with a ball of yarn.

"Arise, good master Rishi," Allon said to the mouse in a calm tone. Rishi stood as commanded. "Are you ready to pay your tribute for the next week?"

Rishi nodded. "I am, m- Lord Allon."

The cougar turned to his faithful guards who gave the cat a return glance and then looked to each other before setting their halberds to rest against the walls. "Well then, let's get started. Why don't you go ahead and strip and come give me a proper greeting."

The rodent figured he knew what the puma meant, but it didn't phase him. He removed his belt, the tunic, his pants, and finally his braies and tossed them all over to Amarro. Reminded of what the lord said previously, in preparation for the tribute, the mouse refrained from washing himself for the past few days and gave off a more pronounced musk that he figured the felines would enjoy. The lion, once again, sniffed the used underwear, but this time the garment was thick with mouse scent and the lion moaned in pleasure at the smell. Rishi blushed a bit, still getting used to the fact that the felines get so turned on by his musk, but whatever it took to make them happy. Once nude, he walked up the steps to Allon who kept his seat in the chair at the top. Jarai and Dubois kept their stations next to their lord while Kish and Amarro took a few steps up the stairs to get a closer view.

Rishi stood right next to Lord Allon and sitting down he was practically eye-level with the mouse. While his preparation made Rishi feel confident enough to withstand the feline's girth, his enormous stature still made him edgy. The cougar smiled seductively at him, waiting for him to make a move, but the mouse didn't want to try anything until given instruction. He got a whiff of the lord's scent and it was subtle, but fragrant. It was clear he hadn't washed in a few days, but it was expected. He tapped his hips nervously and then said, "Um... Lord Allon, I'm not sure what would be a proper greeting."

The smile on his face grew and he unclasped his paws and held one out to the rodent. "Give me a welcome kiss."

The rodent was correct in his assumption. He took a deep breath, his heart aflutter, before leaning over the arm rest. Allon's open paw reached around the mouse's waist as he did so and held him gently. The mouse placed both paws on the cougar's shoulders as he moved his head forward, lips pursed together, and giving the feline a rather soft peck on the lips. He expected the puma to then grab him and ravage his muzzle as he did last time, but when he didn't make a move, Rishi figured he was intended to engage the opening make out session. So with a little bit of force, he pressed his lips forward against the cougar's mouth, opening his lips and letting his tongue slip out and lightly lap at the lord's closed muzzle. After a couple of seconds, the feline still hadn't reacted and Rishi realized the cat wanted him to instill the kiss with a sense of passion as displayed by them when they first mated with him. Despite his aversion, the mouse knew there were worse things he'd prepared himself for and those things he'd have to engage as well with a similar sense of passion.

So he reached a paw behind the cougar's head, pulling it forward and practically digging his own muzzle into the feline's face, shoving his tongue forward against his partner's maw with due force. The feline released a subtle moan as he parted his lips and allowed the mouse access to his inner maw. The mouse didn't stop there, but explored the inner confines of the lord's mouth. His tongue, though small, grazed across the puma's teeth, played with his tongue, and lapped at the roof of his mouth. He kept his eyes open again and stared into the cougar's eyes, which were wide open this time. Allon had a huge grin on his face and as he began to purr, he could tell that the cat was enjoying this and that helped ease the rodent's mind. He continued his own exploration as his tongue danced around inside the feline, suckling at his lips and slurping up cougar saliva. The taste was just as unpleasant as last time with a very meaty, bitter flavor. That didn't stop the rodent this time though, and it didn't make him cringe. He willingly took in vast quantities of spit and swallowed without hesitation.

The lord's purring had gotten louder and the vibrato had gotten more intense, making the mouse's experience a more pleasant one. After a moment of letting the mouse explore his muzzle, Allon finally took control, grabbing the back of his head with his free paw and holding it in position while the paw on his hips pulled him forward. Rishi tumbled a little, causing him to pause with his mouth still pressed against the cougars as his body fell on top of his lordship. The cougar pulled the mouse on top of him, forcing Rishi to bring one leg over the cat and the other up off the floor and for a moment his cock was pressed firmly against the feline's under his loincloth. The light cock-to-cock contact was unexpected and it made the rodent blush a little.

He was now straddling the feline, who held his head and back in a warm and tight embrace as he began to attack the rodent's muzzle. His tongue shot forth into Rishi's mouth, carrying with it the taste of the feline's maw and more feline saliva. He turned his head at a tilt, allowing for better positioning so he could suckle at the mouse's muzzle, letting his tongue fondle every inch it could. Rishi felt the organ, a sizable difference larger than his own, brush up against his tongue and slide along it to the back of his throat. More saliva was exchanged between the two and much of it wound up leaking out of the corner of their muzzles, dribbling out and landing mainly on the lord's naked, muscled torso.

Rishi paused a moment after his lordship went on the offensive, but he didn't stop entirely. Through obligation, he felt it necessary to continue what was asked of him and moved his tongue forward, when he could, to try to continue his assault on the cougar's maw. Allon seemed to enjoy that prospect as he moaned quite loudly under his purrs and began wresting with the mouse's tongue. They continued their little muzzle war for some time as the other Court occupants watched with much interest. Dubois was the first to begin undressing, removing his sash, his cape, his belt, his doublet, and his pants to reveal a lack of undergarments. Jarai, Kish, and Amarro followed suit, purrs and growls of lust emanating from all four felines. Dubois and Kish both smiled seductively at the display before them, while Jarai and Amarro both maintained straight faces. Predatory looks indicating their hunger for sexual gratification from the mouse and a desire to ravage the poor rodent's body once they get their turn.

The mouse and the cougar never slowed their feverish kissing and Rishi could feel the lord's impressive member pressing upwards against his backside under the fabric of his garment. The puma's paw that was holding him at his back began to sift downward through the rodent's fur and around his butt, reaching a finger in between his cheeks and plunging it deep into his anus. Rishi stifled a groan at the sensation of having his back entrance opened up again, but felt little in the way of tightness. Rishi and Allon made eye contact throughout the session and Allon's eyes indicated deep satisfaction with the mouse's performance so far. For some reason, that look from the cougar gave Rishi a thought. He wasn't sure if it was to make up for such a lack-luster performance last time or to insure his lord's happiness, but Rishi felt a desire to impress upon the sexed-up feline his dedication to his tribute.

He let his weight fall upon his crotch, which was pressing his exposed genitals against the lord's washboard stomach, and let a paw come down from the cougar's shoulder and grasp at the fur on his belly. The mouse's paw slid downward, squeezing between the cougar and his own crotch, grazing through the golden-brown fur, and slipped underneath the waste-band of his loincloth. It quickly found the feline's sheath and just as quickly had all five fingers wrapped around it gripping and squeezing it tightly. Allon let out a hard moan, closing his eyes in euphoric bliss as the paw holding Rishi's head squeezed the scruff of his neck. The rough move made the mouse feel a bit more uncomfortable, but the feline jammed his tongue all the way into his maw with so much force, it caused him to gag. He kept composed, though, his paw remaining on the lord's furry cock scabbard with a tight grip. The puma eased up a bit, his tongue roaming around the mouse's maw again before he slipped a second finger up into the mouse's sphincter. This time, Rishi couldn't hold back and he let out a soft squeak, which garnered an amused chuckle from the cat.

The other members of the Court watched with eagerness. All four were now sporting thick hard-ons and were all drooling excitedly. Dubois' paws wandered down to his hips and he was massaging his inner thigh, his tail wagging back and forth as he had a hard time standing still. The others watched with just as much anticipation, licking their lips, purring, growling, and motioning with anxiousness. They each released their own sexed-up pheromones that began to permeate throughout the entire hall and mix together with the cougar's and mouse's own scent. The resulting aroma affected each of the Court members and their amorous tendencies only got more intense.

Rishi caught wind of the resulting musk and cringed slightly before relaxing his lips. The lord kept closing and opening his eyes and he didn't want to offend him or the other members of the hall by showing his distaste for their scent. Allon didn't seem to notice, or care, what faces the mouse made, but he did seem to catch a whiff of the other member's musk as well as he soon became much more aggressive, rustling the mouse in his lap, practically biting his mouth now, and he soon shoved a third finger up the rodent's poor sphincter from which Rishi let out another soft moan into the cougar's mouth. Allon let out another hard moan of his own as his grip on Rishi's scruff tightened, causing a tinge of pain in his neck and a soft whimper. The cougar heard the mouse's cry and loosened up his grip, allowing the mouse to relax a bit. Rishi didn't let it distract him too much and he began rubbing the sheath under the cloth.

Allon eventually began thrusting his fingers in and out of the mouse's ass slowly, taking out only an inch or two of furry fingers before reinserting them, simulating sexual intercourse. Rishi was beginning to have trouble concentrating as the scent of male feline musk affected his olfactory senses and the fingers sodomizing his tailhole were causing a bit more discomfort than he could handle at the moment. His sheath rubbings had slowed and his active role in the passionate kissing had diminished. He was also having trouble swallowing any more of the rodent and feline spit as more and more began to seep out and soak the lord's stomach fur below. Allon did nothing to stop their leaking muzzles and merely continued to thrust his furred-fingers into and out of the tight pucker.

Eventually, after what must've been a good ten minutes, Allon finally broke off the kiss, moving their muzzles only mere inches apart. Strings of drool dribbled from their lips and covered the fur between them or formed sticky bridges between their open maws. They were both breathing irregularly, hearts beating quicker and body heat rising quickly as hot breath was exchanged from one to the other. Allon was still purring loudly while Rishi removed his paw from the lord's sheath and let it rest on the top of his loincloth. The cougar still held the mouse's scruff in place, keeping only a few inches between their faces so he could keep close and seductive eye contact. Rishi was still a bit nervous, but was hopeful that his performance just now would be mirrored in every other act he takes for the rest of the evening.

Allon closed his muzzle and smiled, his fingers still embedded deep in rodent ass. Rishi continued to breath hard and just sat there, his anus penetrated, the taste of cat spit lingering in his mouth, the smell of five sexual erotic felines invading his nostrils and the sound of their purrs and growls sending vibrations through his ears. The cougar eventually leaned forward and began licking the wet spots on the side of Rishi's muzzle, cleaning up the remnants of the passionate make-out session. Once he was done, he buried his nose in Rishi's neck fur and took a rather long, hard sniff. He did the same thing to his chest and then leaned the rodent back in his lap and got a strong whiff of his stomach and crotch scent, smiling and moaning with pleasure.

"Mmm, you smell more appropriate for the situation, Rishi," he said with elation.

"Thank you, sire," the mouse responded, still panting.

The cougar moved his fingers around inside his partner's rump, eliciting a minor wince from the rodent and a squeeze back from his pucker. "And it would appear you've been practicing as well, haven't you?"

Rishi nodded. "Yes, Lord Allon. I have."

The cougar smiled. "Good. I hope tonight's evening will go much smoother than last time.

"I hope so too, sire."

Allon looked around at his guards, all of which still sported huge erections and were panting as hard as they were. "Well, it would seem my entourage is excited to get things going again, so we better get to the bedroom so I can have my way with you. Get it done so everyone else can have their turn." The words still made the mouse feel smaller than he was, being spoken of like an object, but he just gave a weak grin in response.

The puma removed his fingers from the mouse's rectum and gently patted his rump. Rishi took the hint and climbed off his lord's lap, looking down and eyeing the huge tent that was hidden underneath the loincloth. Upon seeing it, he felt his preparation wasn't good enough and he'd have a painful experience tonight when the cougar shoved it up his ass again. He looked at the other royal member's cocks and he was certain he wouldn't have trouble fitting them inside of him, though there wasn't much he could do to prepare his ass for their barbs. But if he was going with Allon first again, he'd be opened up enough to where it wouldn't matter.

The lord then stood up, towering over the rodent and led Rishi back into his bedroom. Rishi followed close behind, watching his tail sway back and forth as he walked. They stepped inside and Allon closed the doors behind them. The room was just the way it was last time and he couldn't tell, but it looked like Allon was using the same sheets as he did last time. He soon felt a paw on his back pushing him forward, guiding him toward the bed. His heart suddenly began palpitating, but he did as commanded and stepped over to the bed. Once he reached it, he picked a leg up and attempted to climb onto it.

"Stop," he heard the lord command as another paw was brought to his stomach to keep him in place. "Now bend over." Rishi did, laying his paws on the sheets and sticking his backside up in the air. "Now on your knees." Rishi complied, now laying his torso on the bed with his butt hanging off the edge, sticking it up in the air. He lifted his tail up as well, figuring it would be asked next of him.

Allon said nothing, but got on his knees and stared hungrily at the mouse's round, white rump with a petite tailhole stuck in the middle. He licked his lips, still purring, before reaching forward and grabbing the mouse's cheeks. He then stuck both thumbs up inside his pucker and gently pulled them apart until he felt a decent amount of resistance. Rishi winced in pain, but not searing pain, and so was able to hold back any cries or whimpers.

"Wow! You really have been preparing, haven't you. You're quite flexible, now." The lord was quite pleased with the mouse's progress at loosening up his anus and that gave Rishi a rather demented feeling of accomplishment.

"Thank you, Lord Allon."

"Mmm, thank you." Without warning, the cougar leaned forward and encircled the ring with his lips, plunging his tongue deep into the rodent's colonic depths. He removed his thumbs, making it easier for him to sodomize Rishi with his tongue. Rishi let out a soft moan of both surprise and discomfort, though it still felt better than having his thumbs forcing him apart. He felt moistness on his ass as the lord's sticky saliva coated the surface of his rump and small streams spilled down his crack and dripped down along his furry sack. Allon spent only a moment eating out his asshole before retrieving his tongue. He then purred as he began lapping at the tailhole, cleaning it slowly and softly. The cat's course tongue sent waves of a combination of pain and pleasure through the mouse that was making him a little worried that he might actually be enjoying this treatment.

After several more laps, Lord Allon licked his lips and stood up, placing both paws on the mouse's hips. "Move up," he commanded and the rodent responded. "A little more... that's it." Rishi's feet were now just past the edge of the bed. "Now turn over."

Rishi flipped over onto his back and repositioned himself so that he was in the center of the bed. He wasn't sure what the lord had planned for him, but he found he wasn't nearly as apprehensive as last time. The cougar then climbed on top of the mouse and hovered over him, knees straddling the mouse's thighs and his paws on either side of the mouse's head. Rishi looked up at the cougar lord, his nerves fluctuating up and down and right now they were certainly up. Allon merely looked down at him, staring sadistically, a small strand of drool leaking out of the corner of his maw. He did nothing to lick it up, but let it get longer and longer until it landed right on Rishi's forehead.

"Tell me, mouse, do you think you could take my member right now?"

Rishi had just noticed that Allon had removed his arm and leg bands and his loincloth and his cock was now flopping down on his stomach, pointing directly up at his jaw. The mouse gulped. "I think so, Lord Allon," he said without much confidence.

"Are you sure?" The cat's tail was waving wildly back and forth.

Rishi didn't pause. He just nodded his head. "I've been practicing with some fairly large and long poles and I've been able to take them pretty comfortably. I believe I'll be able to take your member, sire."

The cougar smiled and lowered himself, supporting his body on his elbows, and giving Rishi a tender kiss on the cheeks, but this time without any tongue. He gave the rodent a few more soft kisses on his cheek, on his necks, and on his ear, before licking the strand of spit that he let land on the mouse. Rishi was a bit confused, but felt surprisingly safe, if not anxious about accepting his lord's cock into him again.

"I'm glad to hear it. Now let me tell you something I think you'll be glad to hear: I don't intend to breed you today."

Rishi's eyes grew in size as the mouse became hopeful. "Sire?"

The cat reached around and began petting the rodent's rump. "While I certainly enjoy a tight ass, I don't want to risk damaging you now. That would only make future engagements less fun. So I'm gonna let my guards take your tight hole today and they'll let me know how you fared. If they feel you're loose enough, I'll take you next week. How does that sound?"

It sounded great to the young mouse. He was certainly confident enough to take the other members and being spared a painful opening by the large cougar was the best possible outcome he could've hoped for today, aside from not having to do any of this at all. He smiled and nodded. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea sire. I suppose that means that you'll want my muzzle, then."

Rishi knew the lord wouldn't want him going anywhere without pleasuring him in some way and a nice muzzle fuck was the next best thing to an ass fuck. The feline extended his tongue and traced it from the mouse's neck upwards along his chin and to his nose, leaving a strand of wet fur in its path. He grinned wide, but didn't say anything. He got up and repositioned himself so that now he was facing the mouse's crotch and was straddling the mouse's face. Rishi had never gotten this particular sight before and it was not one he was looking forward to. He gulped as the cat's huge thighs were lorded over him like giant stone monuments. The entirety of the lord's package was dangling over him from the barbed head, down along the thick, meaty shaft, attached to a furry sheath and beneath that were a pair of large feline testicles dangling below. He got a whiff of the puma's strong scent and it was just as musky and disturbing as before. This time, however, he was able to withstand the strong smell and never winced or grimaced in disgust.

Allon reached a paw back and grabbed his cock before lowering his waste down. Rishi gulped as the huge cock came closer and closer to him. "Open wide, mousy," the cougar said with a sadistic tone, but he did as he was bade and opened his muzzle wide for the feline member. The cougar looked between his legs and positioned the head just over Rishi's open, inviting maw, small strands of sticky pre-cum oozing out of the urethra. Rishi eyed the organ and clenched the bed in anticipation, practically holding his breath waiting for the lord to plunge his rod into his mouth.

The lord made the final descent and inserted his large, feline cock into Rishi's waiting muzzle. The pre that oozed out landed on the back of the mouse's throat and the taste made Rishi gag. He winced slightly, allowing himself to once again become accustomed to the feline's fluids. Allon lowered himself further, pressing his cock downward until it reached the back of the mouse's throat. Rishi closed his muzzle around the cock, creating a suction with his lips that elicited a moan from the cougar above. He lapped at the feline glans, running his tongue along the feline barbs. The sour and salty taste was bad, but not unbearable to the mouse. He breathed in the lord's musk, which was filled with lustful pheromones and strong indications of excitement and heat. Allon released his own cock and cradled Rishi's head, holding it in position. Rishi responded by letting go of the bed sheets and reaching up and grabbing the lord's erect cock with both paws.

"Good boy," the lord said rather patronizingly.

He would've said thank you, but he had a cock in his muzzle and so he remained silent. Allon pressed his muzzle down into the rodent's crotch and began sniffing the mouse's own package, reaching a paw under the mouse's back to hold him in position there. He then slowly began bucking his hips up and down, pulling a small amount of his length out and then pushing it back in. He did it again and again, slowly building up a steady rhythm to where he was regularly muzzle fucking the tiny mouse underneath.

This new experience left Rishi with a feeling of submissive inferiority. From the sensation of the lord's cock sliding along his lips with the barbed tip constantly pressing up against the base of his tongue to the sight of his large balls swaying rhythmically with each thrust, it all made him feel small and meager. He watched as the cougar's muscular legs flexed as they moved back and forth and back again, leading back to a very large, well-defined rump up top, to which he had a rather unfortunate viewpoint. His strong, cougar tail in between moved uncontrollably, waving from side to side or twitching and curving inward. The mouse truly felt small being under such a powerful animal, having its most precious organ shoved down his throat. It was a humiliating experience, but also a humbling one.

For the cougar lord, he seemed to be getting a lot of enjoyment out of the rodent's crotch scent. While his hips were busy thrusting, his muzzle was busy assaulting the mouse's cock and scrotum. He would sniff at it, rub his nose in it a while, and then turn his head and rub his neck in it, annointing himself with stale, sweet-scented mouse musk. The sensation of the furry face pressing in against his package was one of a mixture of pain and sensualization from having pressure placed on his sensitive testicles to having the soft fluff caressing his flaccid shaft. Once properly annointed, the cat began lapping at the mouse's genitals, beginning with the soft shaft of his unerect penis. The sensation was less pleasurable as the coarse tongue was not being used gently, but harshly with quick, hard licks each time. The mouse began to whimper under his breath and around the feline cock, trying his best to avoid moving too much under the lord's form. The cougar's licks moved downward toward the rodent's sack and that's when the pain became a bit much. As Allon pressed his tongue forcefully and without concern against the rodent's scrotum, the pain caused Rishi to squirm. The motion caused Allon to grip the rodent harder, holding him in place while continuing his rough treatment of his jewels. Rishi cried as the puma held him steady, a tear forming in his eye from the pain for which he would get no reprieve. He couldn't sit still, but he didn't try to wiggle out of it. He simply bore Allon's constant licking of his testicles and tried his best to concentrate only on the cock sliding in and out of his muzzle. Between the two areas, that one was less grievous.

The cougar's tonguing didn't last long, fortunately for the abused mouse, as the lord was most interested in where the mouse's scent was strongest: under his tail. He licked his lips and leaned forward, brushing his nose down along the rodent's taint and in between the crevice between his cheeks to his rosebud once again. As his thrusts continued on, their body heat had risen and the scent had gotten mildly stronger, much to Allon's delight. He buried his nose under Rishi's thin tail and began sniffing his ass. The fur tickled his anus, but the sensation was a lot more tolerable. Allon sniffed away, whiffing at the strong scent of the mouse's ass, and as he did his thrusts became quicker and more powerful. The tip of his dick was poking hard against the mouse's throat as more pre-ejaculate seeped through and soaked Rishi's tongue, eliciting more cringes of disgust. The golden fur above his head was starting to glisten as his lordship was beginning to perspire from the evening's activities. The scent of the dominant feline above him was getting more potent, distracting him from the taste of the thick phallus.

After enjoying the smell of the mouse's ass for a while, he then began to lick away at it, dragging his tongue downward along the crack and across Rishi's tailhole. His licks were even rougher on his anus than they were on his genitals, but it didn't hurt when he ran across it. Quite the opposite, it sent waves of a peculiar sense of pleasure throughout the mouse's body and were it not for the distasteful penis in his mouth, he might actually find himself getting turned on by the treatment. He lifted his legs into the air to allow the cat better access to his ass, much to the cougar's delight. Allon licked away, his arousal increasing as his thrusts were becoming more wild and less rhythmic. His cock was poking Rishi's maw harder and harder with each thrust, once in a while poking so deep the mouse began to choke. He was beginning to time his breaths to each thrust, breathing in only when he pulled out.

The cougar's purrs had turned into soft growls as his licking had become more frequent and rapid. Interspersed with several licks were moments when the puma would gently bite on his rump lustfully, making the mouse nervous, but still unable to do anything about it. When he bit, Rishi felt it, but he never bit down hard enough to make the mouse think that he would break the skin. Allon was shuffling above him, thrusting rapidly now. Rishi could tell he was getting close.

Allon retracted his tongue and buried his muzzle into Rishi's ass, holding on tight to the mouse's back and head. His thrusts slowed a moment, his leg muscles flexed and his penis bobbed in his maw before a hot stream of cougar jizz erupted like a volcano into his muzzle. The liquid landed on the back of his tongue and the back of his throat. As the lord continued his climactic thrusts, another wave of the hot semen filled his muzzle and after just two shots, his muzzle was almost full, causing him to swallow reflexively. He knew he'd have to drink it up sooner or later, but nevertheless the taste was so vile to the mouse, he almost gagged. He wanted to pull out the cougar's cock from his mouth and turn his head to the side so he could spit and retch and expel all traces of the disgusting liquid. He kept his composure though, willingly drinking up the tart, salty feline fluid.

Allon continued to thrust and continued to ejaculate into the rodent's muzzle, the entire time his nose pressing hard against the mouse's backside, smelling away his hot, unadultered scent, further exciting him and making his orgasm all the more enjoyable. Rishi drank up the hot seed, noting, as he could, the contents were very chunky with small bits of sperm and the thought of it going down his throat made the poor mouse nauseous. He'd forgotten how hard it was to bare the smell and taste of sexualized felines and his preparation was proving less than adequate. He was still able to keep from retching with the lord's penis in his muzzle though, and every ounce of cougar jizz that was squeezed out would find it's way to Rishi's stomach.

The lord's thrusts had slowed a great deal and his grip on the mouse's back and head had loosened up. His leg muscles had relaxed and he was expelling less and less cum with each squirt. After what seemed like minutes to Rishi, the feline stopped thrusting and just rested there, his face still pressed up against the mouse's backside, muzzle closed and still sniffing away, will all contents of the lord's cock having emptied into the rodent's maw. Rishi was thrilled for a moment before realizing he might not be getting up just yet and as he considered the possibility of the cougar continuing his muzzle fucking, the smell of the feline post-orgasm was starting to make him feel hazy. He suddenly felt a small drop of ejaculate ooze its way out and he brought his tongue up to lap it up. As he brushed the lord's glans, Allon shuddered in delight and groaned through clenched teeth, still not moving his face. Rishi began to wonder what Allon was going to do.

"Again, Rishi," he said, still lost in ecstasy.

Rishi relented, disappointed that he would have this cock in his mouth for a while longer now. He licked his head once again, causing a wince from the larger male as his member had became incredibly sensitive.

"Don't stop, Rishi," he called and Rishi capitulated.

He began lapping repeatedly at the sensitive tip, causing the large male above him to tense up and moan lustfully. He shifted around, unable to keep still as the mouse caused a strong tingling sensation in his penis. Rishi continued to hold the massive dick in his paws steady over him while servicing the cat. Allon, tense from the teasing on his member, extracted his claws as he gripped the mouse's back and dug them into his fur. Rishi whimpered in pain as the feline had realized what he'd done and quickly retracted his claws.

"Sorry, little guy."

Rishi relaxed before continuing to lick the lord's cockhead. The cougar seemed to be getting excited again as Rishi watched him reposition himself steadily over him and begin once again thrusting into his rodent maw slowly. Rishi sighed inwardly as his lordship began his second session. The mouse felt the cougar continue to sniff, lick, and rub his muzzle against his own ass, causing further embarrassment to the rodent. His thrusts were a bit faster at the start though, and the smell was a bit stronger having the added effect of post-orgasmic musk intermixed with the feline's initial stale scent. The glow of his golden-brown fur was more radiant now as sweat started building up again.

There was little other difference between the current action and the previous action. Everything was essentially the same with Rishi steadying Allon's cock and assisting with his growing climax and Allon's excitement growing feverish as he sniffed at the pheromone-rich tailhole at Rishi's backside. The cougar was moaning louder as well between whiffs and the as the sweat in his fur built up small beads flew off matted strands of hair and hit the mouse on his face. A few droplets of the salty liquid caught him in the eye, causing discomfort for the helpless rodent.

After a short while, the cougar looked back at the mouse below him and said in between pants, "Rishi... this time... when I cum... don't swallow. If it... overflows... let it spill. You'll... clean it up... after."

The mouse, unable to voice a comply, simply assumed that the feline lord would expect the mouse to acquiesce. He was uncertain whether or not he'd be able to comply given the reflexive way he swallowed the first batch. He started to fixate on that aspect while the cougar continued to pound his muzzle with his seemingly harder cock. The warmth radiating off of it was causing the taste to become more potent and that mixed with the smell he'd been forced to endure was worsening the hazy effect it was having on his senses. The bitter taste of his cock and the vile aftertaste of his seed was making it more difficult for the rodent to concentrate on assisting with the lord's sexual pleasure. He did his best to keep his tongue busy along the feline length, but each time the tip of the member hit the base of his tongue, it produced a foul sensation Rishi couldn't ignore, but he did his best.

Allon didn't seem to notice or care. He was so infatuated with the scent of the rodent's backside that if the mouse quit tonguing his cock, he might not even notice. Rishi toyed with the idea in his head, but continued to lick anyway. The puma seemed to be getting closer as the lord's thrusts were getting faster and his leg muscles were tensing up like never before. Either that or he was so desperate to get off a second time that he was trying his hardest to coax it out of himself.

A few more minutes went by and the taste and smell had gotten worse for the poor mouse and his sense of taste and smell were becoming a bother for him. Beads of sweat were constantly being flung from the cougar's dangling balls and hitting him in the face, soaking his head fur. He felt his own body perspiring as well and was mixing in with the especially moist feline's sweat as he was drenched in the odoriferous liquid. Allon stopped rubbing up against the mouse's backside, keeping it low, but panting regularly as his thrusts soon began to slow a bit. They were still regular, but the feline was starting to moan in pleasure. He was close and Rishi could tell. He was dreading the upcoming climax.

"Here it comes, Rishi," the feline said as he closed his eyes and arched his back. After a moment, Rishi once again felt the cougar's dick bob in his muzzle before an explosion of hot seed blasted his mouth, coating the inside. The taste was just as bad as last time and the mouse wanted desperately to get it out of his muzzle, but did as he was bade and let it linger in his mouth. Another spurt and another and soon after the mouse's maw was almost full of cat cum. Allon had pulled his cock back a bit, leaving only an inch inside the rodent's muzzle to make room for more of his ejaculate. He shot a few more strands of cum into the smaller mammal's mouth, which was overflowing with feline jizz now and a small strand leaked out over the side down his face. Rishi lost control and cringed with disgust, removing his paws from the enormous dick and holding them next to his muzzle, doing everything he could to not turn his face to the side and just let it all spill out.

"Don't you dare spit it out and don't you dare swallow!" he heard the lord speak above him, still panting from the orgasm. Rishi, desiring relief from the tart liquid festering in his maw, obeyed the puma and let his paws fall to the bed, gripping it hard. The cougar let go of the mouse's back and held himself up, grabbing his shaft and coaxing the last strands of jizz out of his urethra and after a few more pulls, he'd managed to get it all. The last bit of sticky, clear cat cum leaked over the side, tracing down the side of Rishi's face and forming a small puddle on the bed. Rishi's face was clenched in revulsion, hoping that whatever the cougar lord had in mind, he would get it over with as soon as possible.

Allon let his tongue loll out for a moment, allowing himself to catch his breath, leaving the rodent vexed underneath him. He licked his lips and moved back a bit, sitting on his haunches and resting his paws on his thighs. He stared down at the mouse and smiled lasciviously as the poor creature looked back with begging eyes and an open maw full of cougar spunk. He stared for a few seconds, saying nothing, letting the uncomfortable silence linger as Rishi was becoming impatient and restive.

Finally, the puma moved to the side, kneeling next to Rishi's head and continuing to stare down at him. "You look rather sexy right now, mouse. Tell me, does my cum taste good?"

Rishi was tempted to nod, always reasoning that if he told the lord what he thought he wanted to hear it would earn him points and the feline would be pleased. But if he's learned anything about this man's behavior, it's that he doesn't want to be patronized. He just wants the truth, so the mouse very carefully shook his head a little, attempting to keep every ounce of semen contained in his muzzle.

"Really? You don't think it tastes good?" he asked with mock disappointment. Rishi shook his head again. "Hm, well that's too bad," the cougar added smiling as he leaned forward and hovered his muzzle over Rishi's. The feline stuck out his tongue and dipped it into the pool of ejaculate in the rodent's mouth, lapping up a sample and swallowing it eagerly. The act disturbed Rishi as he couldn't comprehend anyone wanting to drink up their own cum.

The cougar smiled with glee and purred. "Because I think it tastes wonderful."

Rishi furrowed a brow before the feline dropped his muzzle down and locked the mouse in another seductive kiss. He frenched the rodent, trading the copious stock of semen between his and Rishi's muzzle, making the rodent gag and wince with displeasure as he lost control and was forced to swallow a small bit of the musky liquid. Allon attacked his muzzle again, his tongue mixing in with the cum, adding to it his own saliva, creating a more viscous and bitter liquid. Rishi squirmed underneath the feline, but he kept his position. The taste was abhorrent, but at least he got the lord's cock out of his mouth. He was still concerned that it wasn't quite over as the cougar could still want another round with his already waning body.

Allon brought a paw up to Rishi's throat and began massaging it, making him even more uncomfortable. He responded, out of obligation, by reaching up and cupping the large puma's head and rubbing it sensuously. As he made out with the rodent, their muzzles became diluted with more and more spit as small quantities of jizz was being drained by either member. When Rishi swallowed it was with disgust, but when Allon swallowed it was with delight. Eventually, the taste of the tart semen had dissipated and was replaced with only the meaty flavor of lord Allon's breath and Rishi found himself happy about that. The kiss endured for a moment longer before the cougar broke it, lifting his head up slightly so he could stare into the mouse's eyes sensually. Rishi released the lord's head and stared back, somewhat out of breath with the cougar's paw still on his throat, rubbing it slowly.

Allon turned his attention downward, letting his eyes survey the mouse's body as his paw moved from Rishi's neck and travel downward, golden-brown fur brushing through white fur as it caressed his chest, his stomach, his groin, and finally his well-endowed mousehood. As Allon grabbed and massaged his package, Rishi grimaced with discomfort, which the cougar seemed to find amusing. He chuckled and let a paw run down between the mouse's legs and cup his inner thigh, squeezing it gently.

"You are so cute," he said as he sniffed the mouse's neck fur. "And so sexy."

Rishi, though uneasy, still found some sense of flattery from the cougar's words and semi-forced a smile at the larger male. Allon smiled back and yawned, his breath catching the mouse's nose and getting a slight wince from him. The cougar then sat up and stretched, his erect cock now limp and receding back into its home.

"Sit up now." Rishi did as told and finally got up, hoping the whole episode was over. Allon grabbed his chin and held him there as he leaned forward and licked up the small trail of cum-covered fur on his cheek. He took a few licks to ensure it was clean and then turned the mouse's head so he could clean up the opposite side. He let go of Rishi's chin. "Alright, now it's your turn to clean up," he said pointing down at the bed.

Rishi turned and saw the small puddle of cum and sighed inwardly. He turned and got on his hands and knees before dipping his head down on the bed, extending his tongue, and reluctantly lapping up the remnants of the foul liquid. It didn't take more than a few licks to get it all, but once he was done, he sat back on his haunches and stared at Lord Allon.

"Very good, sexy," he said before leaning in and giving the mouse a final tender kiss on the lips, no tongue this time. "You've improved quite a bit since last time, though you still seem very uncomfortable with getting bedded by another male. Or is it simply the fact that you're mating with a member of the Royal Court?"

"Um..." the rodent hesitated and then spoke frankly. "It's really the whole situation, sire. I'm just... not interested in men... in this way."

"I know. But whether or not you like it, you should learn not to dislike it either because it's only going to make the whole process an ordeal for you. Think of it like a job. It's not something you want to do, it's something you have to do. You can't escape it, so you might as well get used to it. Think you can do that?"

At the moment, the rodent was almost trying not to get used to it, but considering how often he'd have to do this, he figured it might be best to take the cougar's advice. "Yes, Lord Allon. I can try."

Allon smiled and rubbed his cheek tenderly before holding his chin. "Good." He then gave a quick lick on his nose before he stood up off the bed. "You'll get more practice tonight to learn to cope with it. So come on. It's someone else's turn."

He was already walking towards the door. Rishi nodded and slowly got off the bed, the smell and taste of the cougar lingering on his nose and mouth. Allon opened the doors to his room and stepped out and Rishi followed out quickly. Everyone was standing there, waiting eagerly. Their cocks were all semi-rigid now, having lost some of the excitement from the exhibition of their make-out session earlier. But upon seeing the mouse step out of the lord's chambers, wet from sweat and smelling of feline musk and cum, their lost arousal was found again and their individual cathoods began swelling up again. Allon stood in front of them all as muscular, dominating, and official as ever, his sweat-covered body glimmering in the candle-light of the hall.

"Alright, today we're going to go by seniority." The statement earned a few sighs from the two younger felines. "So Amarro, you go first. Kish, you're second. Jarai, you're third. And Dubois, sorry buddy, but you're gonna be last."

Dubois, trying to hide his disappointment, nodded and said, "Yes, sire."

"Don't worry. I'll switch it up so we won't do it like this every time. You'll get your chance to be first. I promise." The cheetah smiled and nodded.

Amarro stepped up to the mouse, his flowing mane extending out and giving the impression that he was, in fact, larger than the lord even though the mouse knew he wasn't. Rishi gulped as he stared at the lion, who eyed him hungrily with a lustful smile on his face. He held out a paw, those huge paw pads and fingers still as gargantuan by comparison to his own and it was an intimidating experience.

"Shall we?" the lion asked rhetorically.

Rishi, though nervous and apprehensive, gave a soft smile as he grabbed the feline's paw and let him lead the way to his room like a husband leading his wife to the bedroom for the first time. He stepped by the cheetah, the tiger, and the lynx and caught their scents and they were all very much aroused and excited by the mouse's form. He whiffed the cougar as well, his sweat-stained fur letting off a distinctive musk that he detected all over his own body, which he would carry with him wherever he went now.

Amarro motioned for Rishi to step in first, which he did, followed by the lion who closed the door behind them. Rishi stepped forward, looking down at the bed, which, though much bigger than his own at home, still paled in comparison to Lord Allon's. Amarro stepped up behind the mouse and turned him around to face him. Rishi looked up into the lusty, hungry eyes of the lion as he stared back at the mouse like a piece of meat. He gripped the rodent around the waist and lifted him off the ground, tossing him back onto the bed. Rishi realized that the felines like tossing his small body around, but it didn't bother him that much. As long as they tossed him on something soft like a mattress, he was OK with it.

Amarro sniffed around between Rishi's legs, but he didn't seem to react too much to what he detected. He then climbed on the bed and leaned over, letting his nose make contact with the mouse's warm, wet belly as he sniffed loud and long at the rodent's scent. The smell made Amarro bellow with bliss as he smiled seductively at Rishi, licking his lips.

"You smell like our lord, mouse. You've got his scent all over you. I see he made good use of his time with you."

He delve his nose back into the mouse's fur and rubbed it around from side to side, anointing his muzzle with the mixture of mouse and cougar musk. The act was tickling Rishi, who shuddered at the feeling and let out a weak whimper. Amarro licked his lips as he watched the mouse squirm under him. He sniffed the air around the mouse, earning interest in his muzzle as he stalked forward, hovering over the rodent. Rishi looked up at the intimidating figure above him and his heart palpitated. The lion sniffed again at his muzzle, bringing it inches away from the mouse's, before smiling wide with pleasure.

"Oh, I see. That's why there's no strong scent of Allon's musk between your legs. He didn't take your tight tailhole again, he took your tight muzzle."

He licked his lips and lets his body fall on top of Rishi's blanketing him in golden fur and muscle. Rishi gasped as the weight of the feline pressed down on him, fortunately keeping some of the weight on his elbows to keep from squashing the rodent. He wrapped an arm under the mouse's head, cradling it while another arm wrapped around his waist, holding him in an embrace like a lover holding his mate. Their bodies were pressed together, Amarro's barbed feline cock pressing up against Rishi taint, making the mouse anxious. Each breath the lion took pressed his stomach downward against the rodent's, causing a sense of pressure that made it harder for the rodent to breath for a second.

Amarro leaned forward, bringing his nose right against Rishi's mouth, which was held open for easy access, and breathed in the aroma of lingering cougar cum. He let out a low growl before sticking out his tongue and locking lips with the mouse. He began his exploration in the same way Allon did, letting his tongue drape itself across the mouse's teeth, his mouth, his tongue, and his throat while letting his meaty-flavored spit mix with the mouse's. He shuffled as he made out with Rishi, rubbing their bodies together in an exciting and amorous motion. His claws extended and dug lightly into the mouse's back, but Rishi barely paid any attention to them. In response to the embrace, tiny as he was by comparison, he wrapped his paws around the lion's chest, managing to get his paws almost the entire way around, but unable to make them touch. He pulled the lion towards himself causing Amarro the hug tighter, making breathing even more difficult for the mouse.

The lion let out a soft _Mmmmmm_as he tasted the aftereffects of Allon's lovemaking with the mouse's maw. His tail danced in the air while his body danced over Rishi's. His scent was just as strong as Allon's and his breath was just as foul. He played tongue war again with this feline, though Amarro was less rough with his tongue than Allon, allowing Rishi to reach into the lion's muzzle with greater ease. The lion responded well to the mouse's active role in their session and began moaning and rubbing the mouse sensually with his paws. As expected, neither rodent nor feline was able to contain the fluids exchanged between the two and saliva seeped out of their maws and pooled on the bed. Their body heat was rising and Rishi could feel it through his fur. He was waiting now for the lion to mate with him and based on the way he acted last time he expected it to be rough.

Amarro broke the kiss, taking less time to taste the rodent's muzzle than the cougar. Small strands of drool connected their mouths and low, bellowing growls emanated from the lion's. He licked his lips, cleaning up his maw as he released the mouse from his embrace, relieving some of the pressure on him and allowing him to breathe easier. Rishi responded by letting out a loud grunt and breathing heavily for a moment. Amarro moved backwards, keeping his head low and towards the mouse, sniffing away at the musky fur as he moved. He grazed his cock and balls as he traced downwards through the mouse's crack. He grabbed Rishi's legs at the calves and lifted them into the air, exposing the rodent's tight sphincter to him.

His lips were already pressed up against it as Amarro began lubricating the pucker with his spit. Rishi got a tingling sensation in his ass from each lick and he moaned from unexpected, and regretful, pleasure. Amarro didn't show that he noticed as he was distracted savoring the taste of the sweaty rump in front of him. He licked the exterior several time, getting it nice and slick, before plunging his organ inward, spreading the mouse open, and slickening up the interior of the rodent's anus. Rishi felt the pressure, but it didn't bother him so much now that he'd had ample practice spreading his pucker open with larger objects. Amarro stuck his tongue deep inside until his lips connected with his furry rump. He frenched Rishi's asshole for a while, growling softly, flailing his tongue wildly inside the hot rectum.

Rishi actually found himself enjoying the sensation, which was making him uncomfortable. Simply being here, naked with other men, performing sexual acts he never expected to be performing, was in of itself enough to make him feel guilty towards his wife. But to actually find himself enjoying even the simplest aspect of it was something to make him feel completely shameful. He tried to reason that it was a coping mechanism like Lord Allon said to try to get used to the position he was in. But as Amarro snaked his feline tongue around inside his ass, the sensation it produced was erotic and arousing to the mouse and that made him extremely disquiet.

Amarro removed his tongue and began to growl louder, but it no longer sounded like a growl of lust, but one of anger. Rishi lifted his head and peered between his legs and saw a snarl on the lion's face, which was still pointed downward at his ass. The sight was truly unexpected and as he saw it he began to wonder if the lion was upset about something. But when Amarro lifted his head and met with the mouse's eyes, his expression changed and he lost his scowl to replace it with a sadistic, but lustful smile. The lion seemed to be pretending like nothing was wrong, but what Rishi saw reminded him of something that happened the first time he was with the giant feline and it unnerved the mouse.

Amarro climbed on top of him again, his cock dangling between his legs with his full testicles dangling right behind it. He positioned his hips behind Rishi, whose legs were still in the air. After the frightful expression on Amarro's face, the rodent was now quite nervous about what to expect from the royal guard, but he kept that opinion to himself. Amarro's face was leaning over Rishi's, his hot breath covering his muzzle. The lion reached between the rodent's legs and grabbed his feline member, then moved his hips forward slightly so the tip was poking against Rishi's taint. He guided the head downward along the crease until he contacted the mouse's anus. Once it was in position, he shoved it forward so the glans was slightly penetrating the puckered ring. Rishi let out a slight groan as Amarro brought both paws up and rested them right next to the mouse's head.

Rishi took a deep breath and gulped as he stared back at the lion, who paused a few seconds to savor the moment before plunging his cock slowly into the tight sphincter. Rishi gripped the bed and winced as the penetration produced a noticeable burning sensation as the lion was the first to open him up tonight. The feline barbs raking along his inner rectal walls created a slight stinging the made him shuffle a little. Nothing was even close to unbearable, though it did get slightly worse as the lion moved deeper inside his intestine. At once, Amarro was able to fit all 8 inches of his penis inside the mouse's anus, hilting him with the entirety of his thickness, eliciting a moan of ecstasy from the feline. For Rishi, the pain in his rear began to settle and dissipate while the male above him took a moment to bask in the warmth of the rodent's bowels.

Amarro then pulled his hips back, bringing with him a good 4 to 5 inches of his phallus out, before shoving it back in softly. He gave a few more gentle thrusts, allowing the mouse's rear to get used to having a feline dick inside of it again, before his thrusts became harder and faster. Rishi felt several piercings within his rectum and he knew they were from the barbs, but the stinging was minimal that he figured he wouldn't notice it after a short while. As the lion's pounding became more rhythmic, he opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out right over Rishi's face. A rather large and sticky strand of lion spit hung down from the organ and as the feline rocked back and force, so too did the spit strand. After several rocks, it dripped downward and landed on Rishi's muzzle, fortunately closed. Amarro leaned forward and licked up the spilled dribble, then licked again from chin to nose. Finally, he leaned forward and began kissing the mouse again, his tongue prodding at the rodent's closed muzzle.

Rishi opened his mouth and let the feline explore his inner maw, though he wasn't really in the mood to contribute every time one of the royal members decided they want to make out with him. Rishi let Amarro do all the work, frenching him with abandon while he slammed the mouse's rear end. The experience turned out to be quite a bit less unpleasant compared to last time and Rishi was beginning to understand how he could tolerate getting reamed by the large cats. He reached his paws up and grasped the lion's face, but Amarro simply grabbed the mouse's paws and held them down against the bed at the wrists. The move took any and all power away from the mouse and he suddenly felt quite helpless. It was a difficult position, but he trusted the royal guard.

Amarro pulled his tongue back in his muzzle and unlocked his lips from Rishi's. His thrusts suddenly slowed as well and he moved his muzzle to the mouse's neck, sniffing it. Rishi was a bit confused when suddenly he heard a rough growl emanating from Amarro. He turned his head and saw his upper muzzle contorted into a vicious snarl. His heart beat suddenly quickened and he began to pant. He tried moving his paws, but the lion held them taught. His scent had changed as well. There was still lust in it, but there was also something far more terrifying to the rodent, hunger and this time for blood. He gulped loud while the lion, seemingly lost in thought, continued to thrust his hips forward with slow, powerful force.

"Um... Sir Amarro," the mouse quietly said. The lion looked up at the mouse with fiery eyes that would freeze any small animal. His brow was furrowed, he was snarling and baring his teeth, and he was growling with a ferocity that almost made Rishi's heart stop. "Sir... I-"

SNAP!

In a flash, the lion's jaws clamped hard around the mouse's throat in a death grip that terrified the rodent. Large feline teeth dug into soft, tender mouse flesh and the grip on his wrists tightened so hard Rishi thought he was going to crush them. He growled around the furry neck, his face still contorted in a snarl, and he began thrusting hard and powerfully inside the frightened rodent. Each thrust caused his cock to poke the mouse's intestine hard, eliciting rough pain inside his bowels. Rishi tried to struggle, but Amarro's grip held his paws essentially motionless, his powerful hips kept him secure and his powerful bite kept him from fighting back.

"Amarro, what are-"

The clamp on his throat tightened, cutting off almost all air to his lungs and making it extremely difficult for Rishi to breathe. He began to cry in terror, fearful that the lion might actual kill him. His growling indicated that may very well be his intent. The thrusts of his cock were knocking the wind out of him and with the highly reduced supply of oxygen, he wasn't sure he would last much longer. Tears flowed freely from his eyes and he began to sob. The cries he made served only to make Amarro tighten his grip on the mouse's neck, completely cutting off air supply and horrifying the hapless rodent. He tried to struggle once more and the lion reacted in kind by jamming his cock as hard as he could, shoving past his sheath whatever he could fit up inside the mouse and clamping down as hard as he could on Rishi's neck. Rishi felt a painful sensation in his backside and a few of the lion's teeth pierced the skin. Tears flowed like waterfalls now, he took no breath and was powerless to do anything. He closed his eyes as his consciousness became hazy.

The lion lifted the mouse up using only the grip on his neck, which remained as tight as ever, pulling Rishi up into his lap while he held onto the mouse's wrists. He sat on his haunches and continued to fuck the dying rodent without concern about the well-being of the small mammal. As he continued to pound his ass, the life draining quickly out of Rishi, Amarro caught the sight of himself in the mirror above his bed and what he saw brought the lion back to his senses. He stopped thrusting upward and paused, his brow unfurrowed, his muzzle relaxed, and he quickly loosened his grip on Rishi's throat. The reaction came with gratefulness from the mouse as he was finally able to take in oxygen once again, breathing in heavily and sobbing uncontrollably.

Amarro finally realized what he was doing and it frightened him. His eyes grew wide and he opened his jaws, releasing the mouse's neck and letting him fall. He still held his wrists, though he quickly let go of those. Rishi cried without shame as he brought his bruised wrists up to his neck and held it in his paws. He opened his eyes and stared up at Amarro with pleading eyes, begging him with his stare not to kill him. A small glint of a tear appeared in one of the lion's eyes as he became filled with intense regret. The primal urge that dwell within him to attack and kill his prey crawled out at the worst possible time. Rishi continued to stare at him pleadingly and Amarro opened his muzzle to say something, but nothing came out. He just sat there, mortified by his action against the weak and innocent rodent.

He looked down and realized he was still impaling the mouse and once he did he quickly grabbed the rodent behind the legs and pulled his rapidly softening member out. He got off the bed and stood up, staring guiltily at the mouse, who pulled his legs up and curled himself into a ball, still holding his neck. He'd stopped sobbing so much, but still cried, tears streaming as he looked back at Amarro, fearful he might try something else.

But all the lion did was stare back at him, mortified by his own actions. He kept trying to speak, but in the state the mouse was in, he couldn't bring himself to even say he was sorry. He licked his teeth and tasted the blood that stained them and he froze, eyes wide and mouth agape. Rishi's cried stirred him and he quickly turned and opened the door to his room, his naked cock dangling flaccidly between his legs.

Once he exited the room, Amarro called out in a loud, panicked voice, "Somebody get him out of my room!"

The other court members were conversing with one another, smiles on all their faces, but those quickly faded as they turned in Amarro's direction. Kish, who was closest, sprinted in the lion's direction.

"What's wrong, Amarro?" the tiger asked, scooting passed the lion and racing into his room. Once he saw the condition of the mouse in his bed, his expression changed to shock. Rishi had closed his eyes and curled up into a ball, still holding his neck. "Oh shit!"

The tiger leaned over, knelt on the bed, and picked up the mouse, cradling him in his arms. He turned towards the door as Allon showed up.

"What happened?" the cougar asked the tiger. The same horrified expression appeared on his face as he watched the tiger move towards the doorway with the injured and terrified rodent in his arms.

"It looks like Amarro had an incident," the tiger said as he exited the room. Rishi opened his eyes and saw the cougar standing there, looking empathetically back at him, tears still rolling from his eyes.

The cougar lord sighed. "Kish, take him to your room and keep him company. And don't do anything yet. Just try to calm him down."

"Right," the tiger said, heading towards his room.

"I need to have a word with your comrade." Allon gestured towards Amarro to follow him into the bedroom, but the lion hesitated.

"Actually, sire, I think it'd be better if I were allowed to be alone with myself right now," the lion responded, turning towards the stairs.

"Amarro! Quarters! Now!" the cougar yelled authoritatively.

The lion hesitated, but in the end relented. "Yes, Lord Allon."

The lion stepped forward and into his bedroom with the cougar lord following after and closing the door behind them. Kish walked to the opposite end of the Court, with Jarai and Dubois standing silently by and watching with concerned interest the mouse as the tiger carried him away. Kish reached his quarters, the door already ajar. He stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him, leaving only himself and the mouse, who was quietly sobbing into the feline's chest fur.

"Alright, I need you to stand up for a second while I grab a rag. Can you stand, Rishi?"

Rishi avoided eye contact as he very meekly nodded. Kish nodded back and slowly lowered his legs to the floor. As they dropped, the mouse let his weight fall on his legs as he very shakily stood up. He was trembling, his feet and legs were pressed together, his eyes pointed straight down at the ground, and his paws still grasped at his neck. Kish had stepped over to an empty water basin with a pitcher of water sitting right next to it. He poured a small amount of water into the basin and pulled out a rag, wetting it, ringing it out, and stepping back over to the mouse. He looked over the mouse and took note of the blood stains on his white fur.

"Here, let me clean those up for you," Rishi didn't respond. He kept his paws up and his eyes down, shaking the whole time. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want clean up your wounds a little bit. Let me help you, please."

Kish spoke in a soothing, gentle tone and Rishi found it comforting, but he was still on edge. He felt exposed removing his paws, but figured that if the tiger wanted to do anything to him, he wouldn't have to be so polite. Eventually he complied and let his paws fall to his waist, allowing them to cradle his stomach. Kish pressed the rag lightly to the blood marks on his neck and rubbed it around to try to clean it up. As the rag brushed the teeth marks on his throat, the mouse flinched, less in pain and more in fear. Whenever he recoiled, Kish took the rag away for a second until the rodent calmed down again and then continued. Though his white fur was now stained red in certain parts, the tiger managed to pick up most of the blood.

"There we go. I think that's the best we're gonna get for now." The mouse stood completely still. Kish moved over to the bed and sat down, patting the spot next to him. "Have a seat, Rishi." The mouse turned around and looked at the tiger, his eyes bloodshot from crying and pulsing with fear and mistrust. The tiger looked back at the shaking and frightened mouse piteously. "Rishi, it's alright. I'm not gonna do anything. I just want you to sit down and relax. Please, trust me."

The mouse gulped, his heart racing and his desire to void his bladder was high, but in this situation he was still a helpless rodent at the mercy of the large feline occupants of the High Court. Besides, he felt quite taxed and part of his shaking was from fatigue and he didn't want to stand for too long anyway. He stepped very slowly and warily right next to Kish, turning around and sitting back on the bed where the tiger had gestured. He never looked at the tiger, keeping his eyes pointing towards the floor. Kish put a paw on the mouse's back, patting it softly and comfortingly.

"You OK?" the tiger asked somewhat rhetorically, but the mouse didn't respond. He sighed. "Look, I think I should explain to you about Amarro's history and why he did what he did. Unlike the rest of us, Amarro wasn't born in the capital city. He was born and bred in the wild. He was born into a pack that was taught to allow their instincts to lead them and hunt those weaker than him. That included smaller anthros... even rodents." The story the tiger was telling seemed to be frightening the mouse even more.

"When he was a teenager, he was captured by Gellikor police and imprisoned until his seventeenth birthday. After that, he joined the Feliz Army and then later the Royal Court guards. Over time, he learned to suppress his primal instincts and he's gotten quite good at it, but every once in a while they do surface. It's been a while since he's attacked anyone like this... but unfortunately he's still not fully in control of his own actions. He's bred other people before, even small species, but he's never done anything like this before. I'm sorry, Rishi. No one honestly thought he would do something like this."

The words were of no solace to the rodent. They sat there silently for a moment until the silence was becoming unbearable to Rishi. "He... he tried to kill me," he said in a soft voice.

"I know. And I'm sure, all he needs is a little practice and he'll be able to control his urges."

"'A little practice?'" the mouse asked worried. "You mean you intend to let him mate with me again, even after he tried to choke me to death with is jaws."

"Look, Rishi, I'm sorry about what happened, but this is what you pledged when you made your tribute."

"No. No, I can't do this," he sounded extremely upset, pushing himself up to try to stand.

Kish stopped him by grabbing his arm and holding him in place. "Wait," he said, causing Rishi to freeze in place. The tiger could've at any moment pulled him back to the bed by force, but instead he slowly let go of the rodent's arm. "Please, wait and listen."

Rishi finally turned with the courage to look the tiger in the eyes and he finally saw the sincerity in his expression and he complied. He sat back down and placed his paws in his lap, partially hiding his package. Kish put an arm around the smaller mammal and held him close, but gently.

"When you made your tribute, you offered yourself to the entire Royal Court and all it's members. That's the high lord of the Plains and his four Royal Guards. I understand you're afraid that what happened today might happen again later, but I can pretty much guarantee it won't. Amarro has had moments of unrepressed primitive urges, but each reason was different and he never had a repeat occurrence for the same reason. Any time he has a primal outburst, he identifies the cause and focuses on it so that he never loses control again. He knows what he's doing. He just needs a little time. I promise you, you'll see next week."

The mouse gulped, still shivering. "And what about now? Am I done for the evening?" he asked hopeful.

"No, we're not done yet for the evening." A few more tears fell down the mouse's face. "If you're worried that one of us might have an outburst like Amarro did, I assure you that won't happen. Like I said before, unlike Amarro, none of us were raised in the wild, so none of us have ever been led by primal instincts. We are thoughtful, aware, and can be rough and powerful, or tender and soft. And after what happened to you tonight, I think I'll be tender and soft." The tiger was smiling, trying to break some tension, but failing miserably and just making the mouse feel more despondent.

"And what if I don't want to finish up? What if I just want to leave?" Rishi asked.

"Then that's your choice, but you should know that if you leave tonight without letting me, Jarai, and Dubois take you in our beds, then the deal is off and you know what that means." Rishi's lower lip began to quiver, his composure breaking at the choice he had to make. "And if you think that's just my opinion, I assure you that Allon will say the same thing." There was a slight pause as Rishi let a few more tears flow. "Hey." The tiger grabbed the mouse's chin and gently turned his head so he was facing the him. "It's going to be alright. I promise you. No one is going to hurt you."

The tiger kept repeating himself, but Rishi refused to take his words to heart. If they couldn't stop Amarro tonight, how could they stop him in the future, he thought. There was nothing he could say that would comfort him. The look on the lion's face as he snagged his neck, the feel of his teeth pressing against his neck, and the pain in his wrists as Amarro crushed them with savage strength, all while he drove his cock into him with reckless force was still vivid in his mind. He couldn't get it out of his head. He brought a paw back up to his neck and massaged his wounds, wondering if it would be best to just walk out now. As he pondered, the door to the bedroom opened and Allon walked in.

"So, what's going on with Amarro?" the tiger asked standing at attention.

"Amarro is done for the night. I-" A loud thud from a door closing in the hall was heard. "I think he's going to let off some steam elsewhere." The cougar turned his attention to the mouse. "How is he?"

"He's a bit shaken up, but he's alright."

"Rishi." The mouse looked up at the cougar, still shaking a bit. "Are you alright? You want to take a little time before we continue?"

"Sire," the mouse started. "Do I have to continue this tonight?" he asked pleadingly.

"The day of the tribute is today, Rishi. You've already skimped on your tributes in the past. You can't do that anymore. If you were too injured to continue, I might let it slide, but you look good enough to me. If I were one of my men, I'd still wish to take you. You don't have to do much, but you have to do something. That's the obligation you have to complete your tribute. Do you understand?" Rishi nodded his head. Allon put his paws on his hips. "Now, can you finish your tribute for the week?"

Rishi paused a moment, trying to think over his options, but unfortunately he still had none. He rose to his feet and stood at attention, cupping his paws together. He looked up at the cougar lord and with a soft voice said, "Yes, my lord. I can finish." The 'my lord' was intentional. The mouse knew there was nothing intimate about this.

Allon nodded at the mouse and then the tiger. "Alright. Then Kish, it's your turn. Try not to be too hard on him, now."

"I won't, Roland. I'll be quite tender."

Allon turned and walked out the door, shutting it behind him. Rishi stood by the bed, next to the tiger, naked and helpless, fearful and weak, tired and alarmed. He wanted nothing more than to run out of the building and go home and cry, but he knew he had to finish this up or he would be out of the Plains by morning. Kish turned to the mouse and gestured to the bed.

"Alright, why don't you climb in bed now? Just lie on your back and don't worry. You don't have to do anything. I'll do all the work."

The mouse said nothing. He just climbed on the bed and lay down flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Kish climbed on top of him, smiling back at the mouse. He brought up a paw and began petting the rodent's head, eliciting winces of discomfort from the mouse. Kish leaned in and began licking up the mouse's tears, then down to his neck where he cleaned up the wounds. He switched over to the other side and repeated the process. He reached between his legs and lifted up Rishi's feet, positioning his own member over the rodent's pucker. When he entered him, he did it slowly and carefully, allowing Rishi to become accustomed to his length.

When the tiger mated with the mouse, he was as gentle as he said he would be, smiling at him reassuringly. After he came the first time, he looked down at the rodent and said, "Mm, such a delicate creature."

The words seemed to stir inside the rodent's mind. He felt his heart lift and his emotions changed. He realized that because he felt weak, he allowed himself to seem weak and so that's the way they all looked at him. He sniffled a little, rubbing a few more tears from his eyes as he placed his paws on the tiger's hips. "Are you ready to go again, Sir Kish?" the mouse asked.

Kish smiled and replied in kind, fucking the mouse a second time, licking at his muzzle and moaning loudly when he came. By the end, he'd felt more relaxed and less worried over his safety. He had a similar experience with the lynx and the cheetah. Jarai made him suck him off first and then take his cock in the ass. Dubois, on the other hand, did the same as Kish, taking him twice anally. Both felines were gentle enough, though Dubois was still a bit more enthusiastic than the others, rocking the bed quite hard when he took him.

After they were done, Rishi met Lord Allon in the main hallway where the cougar handed him his clothes. They began to lead him out when Amarro emerged from a door to the left. Rishi stopped when he spotted the lion and Amarro in turned paused when he saw the mouse. He was wearing a loincloth with no flap over his crotch or his backside. Just a cloth to cover his genitals and his tailhole. Rishi's heart beat increased and he began breathing faster. The images and sensations he felt when the lion tried to kill him returned and he was wrought with fear once again. After a moment, Amarro stepped over to the mouse slowly. Rishi didn't move, but he kept his eyes glued to the enhancing lion.

Amarro then knelt down on one knee and bowed his head. "Good sir. I humbly apologize for my conduct this evening. I was not myself and I allowed primitive thoughts to take over, which are not acceptable for a member of the Royal Court. I beg for your forgiveness, Master Rishi."

The mouse was a little taken aback, but he felt his stomach loosen, as well as his ass, and his nerves began to calm. Even if he wanted to refuse forgiveness, there was no way he could. A royal guard, admitting fault to a lowly subject, whose not even a member of the guard's home nation; forgiveness is practically stipulated.

He took a moment to respond, trying to calm himself, but somewhat shaky in his response. "Of course, Sir Amarro. I understand." That was all he could say.

Amarro, realizing this, stood up to his full height. "I promise you next time I will not allow my primal urges to control my actions."

Rishi had to look away, feeling an almost threatening manner from the lion, even though none was presented. He nodded. "Yes, of course."

The lion turned and walked away, heading towards his room. The mouse turned and hurried out of the building as fast as he could, desperate to return home and yet desperate to avoid getting home and once again having to explain the situation to his already overburdened wife.