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CHAPTER 10

With or Without Your Consent: Part 2

The sky was clear and the lights shone brightly that night as the sun had set on the Plains at least a couple of hours ago. The temperature had dropped considerably once night hit and every fur still out and about in the brisk air watched their warm breath condense as they exhaled and disappear into nothingness. Standing, or rather sitting, watch outside the High Court were a caracal and a bobcat decked out in warm winter coats and leather boots. They huddled next to a torch that hung blazing off the wall, interchanging stories about their experiences guarding the Plains, surveying the land for potential threats, finding and arresting wild raiders, or getting hot and nasty with their favorite pussy's pussy. They both had a full mug of ale to warm their bodies, and their spirits, provided to them by a night patrolman.

Sitting on a small stool a few feet away was Tony, less bothered by the cold atmosphere. His watch ended at last light and Matt had even left once his watch was over, but Tony decided to stay behind. None of the other feline guards were sure why, but they didn't really care either. Tony sat there quietly, not engaging the caracal or the bobcat much in conversation, or really doing much at all. As the other feline guards laughed and joked and reminisced or outright fabricated grandiose tales, the cougar just remained silent, still, and distant. An empty mug sat in a small patch of snow to the right of his stool and a sheathed sword was resting between his legs.

"Hey Tony, you OK?"

The cougar lifted his head up and addressed the caracal. "Excuse me."

"You OK? You've been awfully quiet since we got here."

Tony blinked slowly and shuffled a bit in his seat. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired..." He let out a big yawn as he indicated the sincerity in his statement. Both guards cocked an eyebrow at that.

"Then what are you still doing here?" asked the bobcat. "You're watch ended hours ago. If you're tired, just head home. We're fine, y'know?" The bobcat tried stipulating as to the reason for Tony's presence.

"It's not that," the cougar replied.

The bobcat seemed a bit flustered. "Well, then what is it? What are you waiting for?"

The cougar pondered the question a moment, pausing a few seconds before taking a deep breath and speaking. "Rishi went into that building around 4 o'clock."

"The mouse?" the bobcat asked and Tony nodded.

"It's been at least five hours, maybe six, since he went in and he hasn't come out yet. Normally, he's out in an hour and half at most, never longer. But he's been in there for almost six hours and I'm just starting to wonder if something happened to him."

Both guards looked a little surprised at the cougar's revelation, then they slowly smiled derisively. "Awww, does the bit kitty miss his little mousy friend? Is he worried he mighta gotten hurt?" the caracal derided. Tony just stared back, no indication from his expression that he felt incensed by his remarks. Both guards chuckled. "If you're so worried about him, why don't you head inside and find out?"

The question took Tony off guard and sounded rather inexpedient. "What, and face the wrath of the Royals, especially after no one was to see them? No, thank you."

"So what are you gonna do, just sit there all night and wait for him to come back out?" the bobcat asked. "You know, that could probably take a while."

"I know, but... Everything about the lord's return, and his men, has been suspect and that poor, little rodent just got thrust right into the thick of it. I just... I just wanna know if he's alright." Tony looked genuinely concerned for the rodent's well-being, much to the shock of his fellow Identines.

"Tony, he's not our problem and he's not your problem for that matter. So why don't you just let it go, head home, and get some sleep before your next watch starts?" The bobcat spoke somewhat mockingly as well as impatiently.

"Look, you can mock me all you want, but I'm staying here until I know that Rishi's OK."

"Well, if he hasn't come out yet, there's no telling when he is, so just go in and check on him already."

Tony was ready to respond similarly to the first time the suggestion was made, but as he stared at the doors to the hall, he began contemplating the idea. Both the bobcat and the caracal were talking under their breath, obviously at Tony's expense, but as they watched him watching the door, they realized what he was thinking.

"Whoa, Tony, you're not actually gonna do it, are you?" the caracal asked.

Tony kept quiet, keeping his eyes focused on the entrance, considering the option and what it might mean for his career in the army. After mulling it over with himself in silence, he finally stood up, grabbing his sword and fastening it to his belt. "If I don't come back out, tell my family I hate them."

The two guards looked at each other and chuckled nervously as the caracal responded. "Will do."

With that, Tony shoved the door open and walked inside, his body embraced by the warmth of the Great Hall. He shut the door behind him and immediately picked up on the scent, the smell of sweat, musk, and sex. He didn't question it as it had been almost six hours, but for the cougar the musk of other men was repellent and he didn't want to stay here any longer than he felt he needed to. He quickly walked down the hallway and up the stairs to the Lord's bedchambers. He put his ear to the door and heard the sound of faint grunts emanating from behind. He gave a light knock on the door, but no one replied. He tried knocking again, this time a little louder.

"My lord." He paused. "Sire." Still nothing. "It's Tony, one of your guards. I was just wondering if everything was alright."

When he got nothing in terms of a response, he finally decided to risk it and slowly opened the door. Once he did, he got a good whiff of the amalgamation of scents from the room and he immediately covered his nose with his paw and began breathing through his mouth. He couldn't describe the smell even if he tried as it was such a strong and potent blend of feline musk and sweat, mixed together with mouse sweat and musk, all accentuated by long hours of endless male-on-male fucking. He also recognized that distinct flavor common to all felines when in heat and his jaw almost hit the floor.

As he peered inside, about ready to retch from the odor, he saw Lord Allon in bed on his haunches with his back turned to the door and thrusting upward. He stood there, mouth covered, eyes wide and assumed the mouse was in his lap on the receiving end of the Lord's rough pounding. He was absolutely soaked and Tony watched as beads of sweat rang from his coat of golden-brown fur as he moved in rhythm. After a moment, the larger cougar sniffed the air and realized the door was open. He craned his neck around and saw Tony standing there and the smaller cougar's stomach crawled up into his throat, not sure what to expect from his ruler.

"In or out, just shut the damn door!" he yelled, turning his head away and continuing to thrust.

Tony, for some reason, stepped inside and shut the door quickly. As he stood there, he realized the air was thick and moist and he could practically taste the royals' sweaty bodies just by breathing the musky fumes. He almost retched again, but held his composure for worry of offending the royals. He looked around and saw the Royal Guards, all resting on the floor, soaking in sweat, muzzles caked in drool, breathing heavily, and sleeping soundly. The exception was Kish who sat in the corner, eyes barely open as he watched the performance by his only superior. The tiger turned to stare at Tony, indicating that he did indeed notice him, a big strand of spit hanging low from his lip. He then went back to watching the cougar lord breed his subject.

"What are you doing here, Tony?" the cougar asked completely unconcerned that one of his own men had walked in on them after being specifically told not to.

The smaller cougar shot his glance back to the wet lord, eyes bulging and mouth agape as he searched for the words. He was nervous and obviously felt this was a mistake, but he knew he'd feel a lot better if he knew how the mouse was doing.

"I'm sorry my Lord. I don't mean to intrude..." Allon never looked back at him, though his ears were pointed back in his direction. "It's just... it's been several hours now and... and I just wanted to make sure that the, uh... that Rishi was alright... that he was OK."

The cougar lord's thrusts slowed down a bit as he turned his neck to look back at his guard. Tony saw now that the lord's maw was no different than the others. He had been salivating quite profusely and his spit covered both his lower and upper lips, small strands dribbling down his chin. Allon licked his lips before speaking through panted breaths. "You mean you disobeyed orders and barged into my bedchambers during my mating time with the mouse Rishi because you were worried about him?"

Tony gulped and slowly nodded. "Yes, my lord."

Allon smiled weakly. "That's so sweet." He then turned his body to reveal the bound and gagged mouse impaled on his cock. He was shaking and breathing hard and his eyes were closed shut. "Isn't that sweet, Rishi?" The mouse opened his eyes weakly and stared back at Tony. The cougar guard's heart sunk at the sight of the dilapidated rodent, but he said nothing as Allon continued slow humps upward into the mouse. "He'll be fine. And as you can see, we're pretty much done here, so we'll get cleaned up and send him out soon enough. Why don't you go wait outside? I think this little guy is probably gonna need a ride home."

Tony nodded quickly. "Yes, my lord. I'll wait outside."

"Good." Lord Allon turned back around and went back to his original pace, thrusting up hard into the mouse's intestine.

Tony opened the door and quickly left the room, breathing a sigh of relief, both from the sights and smells and from having escaped a scolding by his superiors, at least for the time being. He rushed down the hallway, rapidly exiting the building and slamming the door behind him, heart racing as he let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Everything alright? You get grilled pretty good in there?" asked the bobcat.

Tony looked back at the two guards sitting by the door, both of whom were looking intently up at the cougar and curiously awaiting an answer. The cougar took a few breaths to allow himself a chance to calm down before finally speaking up. "Yeah. Yeah- I mean, no. I mean- yes, everything's alright. I didn't get grilled. I just... I think I'll sit here a while longer." He stepped away from the two and sat back down on his stool, not even bothering to remove his sword.

The two guards stared at each other, furrowing brows in confusion before breaking into soft laughter at Tony's expense. "So what? You walked in on them while they were fucking and they were OK with it?" asked the caracal. "I mean, considering what they do with the rest of their regiment, I wouldn't be surprised, but they did ask all of us to stay out."

Tony continued breathing in the numb air, trying hard to forget the scent of the stale aroma that wafted throughout that room, but he just couldn't. "No, I don't think I'm out of the woods yet, but for now I think I'm OK. So I think I'm just gonna relax for a bit."

The words seemed completely out of place considering the traumatized expression he kept on his face. He sat there, disturbed and dumbfounded by what he glimpsed in those walls. The overbearing stench he inhaled, the sight of large, naked men, and the pitiable position that poor, tormented mouse was in left a bad sensation throughout his body. He'd always felt a bit sorry for the rodent, even though he'd teased him about it before, but after seeing what he saw, he finally understood the plight the mouse had been enduring. No doubt it never got that bad as the Royal Court members had never gone into heat during that time as far as he knew, but it still disheartened the cougar to think about what he was going through.

As he sat there, the other two guards having gone back to conversing with one another, Tony began to question whether or not he should have said something. It was not his place to question the lord or his men, but he couldn't help wonder what he would want done if he were in Rishi's place. He figured the mouse hated this and knew he would as well and started questioning if it was right that the lord could ask this of his subjects. Having been inside now, the warmth exuded by the heat-driven felines, the cougar felt the cold enrapture him and he held his arms to his chest, holding himself closely and trying to keep his body heat.

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The guard's interruption did little to slow down the lord's final orgasm of the night; at least Rishi hoped it was his last. After their first session, they went through another one with Lord Allon fucking the mouse, then Amarro, then Kish, then Jarai, and finally Dubois. None of the royal members were nearly as energetic as they were for the first round of sex, but they were still pretty wild, cumming about the same number of times as before. Rishi only came three times and by the end of that second session, he was all but spent. When that was finished, they took a break, rehydrated, and went for a third session, starting again with Lord Allon and finishing with Dubois. They didn't even bother resoiling Rishi's cloth again with lube. They left it as is, letting the smells and pheromones they each produced carry him to climax, though that turned out to be fruitless. Each of the guards only came two or three times during the third session and showed a lack of energy and stamina compared to the beginning. By the end of that third round, everyone was wiped out and all but Allon passed out on the floor. Allon was the only one with enough energy to go for one last final round and so he did, not even taking a break.

As he entered Rishi for the last time, he lifted the poor mouse off the bed and held him by the chest and waist as he sat back on his haunches and would fuck him while sitting. Rishi was incredibly pleased for this, given how much abuse his cock was forced to handle for the evening. It had been almost an hour since he last climaxed and even then it was a dry orgasm, so he was incredibly grateful his cock would no longer be stimulated. He couldn't enjoy it too much though, as he was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. Had it not been for the cougar lord's thrusts, he would no doubt have fallen asleep. Allon had already cum once and if the mouse had to guess, he'd say this was the puma's final climax of the night and he hoped to everything he loved that was true.

Allon was panting heavily, sweat covering every inch of his fur and saliva running down his cheek. Kish, who had fallen asleep for a moment, but was roused when Tony entered, now sat there enjoying the show. It wasn't long after Tony's intrusion that Lord Allon sat up, picking himself up onto his knees, and masturbated himself with the small rodent. He opened his muzzle, grunting and practically roaring, until pulling Rishi down hard onto his cock as he hit his peak. Rishi barely managed a grimace as the cougar's cock poked hard against his rectum, and soon after a few small strips of cum added to the puddle of jizz inside his bowels. Allon made short thrusts, milking himself to get out every last drop of semen inside of him, until finally he stopped.

He slumped back on his haunches, breathing heavy and still holding the drenched mouse in his arms. Rishi panted as well, though his fatigue was starting to take him and he began to shut his eyes as he drifted away. The cougar shuffled though, keeping him awake. It was for the better though, as Allon lifted himself up off the bed, carrying Rishi with him. As he stood, he was shaking a little. He took a few deep breaths before picking the rodent up off his dick, a loud sloshing sound echoing through his chambers, before the huge and heavily spent phallus flopped out and dangled between the cougar's powerful legs. Cum dribbled out of the mouse's asshole, spattering on the floor and intermixing with earlier loads that were relieved inside the little mammal.

Allon slowly lowered him down and set him on his feet, but he was so weak and tired that he could barely stand on his own. He mumbled and moaned as Allon helped him find his balance. Rishi was able to stand, but he wavered from side to side as he did, often leaning over too far and having to take a step to catch himself. The lord quickly undid the straps holding the bindings on his arms and removed them, allowing Rishi the freedom to move his arms for the first time in hours. After that, he untied the string holding his gag and removed the damp cloth, as well as the muzzle holding his mouth shut.

Rishi immediately breathed in through his mouth, but continued to moan in pain. He brought his arms around front, stretching them and holding them as the blood began to flow regularly. His whole body shook, salty perspiration ebbed through his fur and dripped off matted ends while excess feline seed oozed out of his anus and dribbled down his leg. Tears began to form in his eyes and a feeling of disbelief that the whole ordeal was finished came over him. His heart palpitated as his breathing quickened again, this time from emotional strain. The tears then flowed freely as he cried, partly from pain and partly from the humiliation of having what he just experienced forced upon him and having no choice and no way out of it.

Allon placed a paw gently on the mouse's shoulder. "Aww, you poor little creature. You're really tired, aren't you?" Rishi said nothing. He just kept his eyes forward, eventually glancing down at the mess he and the other men had made. "Alright, I'm gonna do you a favor. We're gonna get you cleaned up before you leave for once. I don't think you're wife needs you coming home smelling like this."

It was a sentiment that Rishi shared without question and was feeling thrilled that the lord was allowing this, though he didn't show it. He still felt too ashamed and too miserable to show any signs of joy.

"Would you like some help, Roland?" Kish asked, still sitting on the floor and half dazed.

"Yes, I think that'd be best. I think the little mouse could use a hand." Allon pet the mouse's head between the ears, but Rishi didn't respond at all. The cougar stared down at him, a sullen expression on his face. He continued to pet the rodent before finally stepping back. "Alright, Kish. Why don't you take him and get him cleaned up? Then when you get back, we can get cleaned up ourselves."

The cougar exchanged a devious smile with the tiger which the tiger returned, though without the same level of excitement. It took him a moment to stand, but once he did, he graciously walked over to the door and waved the mouse threw. "Rishi." The mouse finally turned around and looked back at the tiger. "After you."

The tiger's voice was smooth and friendly, but he wasn't smiling. He was either too tired or, like Allon, he actually felt bad for the mouse and what they'd just done to him. Rishi slowly walked out, half wanting to turn and wish the lord goodnight, but deciding not to as his concern with what the lord wanted was at an all time low at the moment. Kish followed him out, closing the door behind himself. Rishi walked very slowly, stumbling all over the place like a drunk having spent all night at a bar. Kish walked up behind the mouse and held him by the shoulders, keeping him balanced and able to walk straight.

"Here, I gotcha."

What would normally be a 40 second march for the mouse wound up taking a few minutes. Rishi took his time, clambering from one end of the hall to the other with Kish assisting him the whole way. The tiger let the rodent set his own pace, recognizing his fatigue and lack of energy and not trying to rush the tired mouse. Rishi left paw prints of cum and sweat as he walked and Kish was no better. Little beads of sweat dripped off their fur and left droplets on the stone floor as they moved. The air was colder and thinner outside, but for the mouse it was a welcome change from the inescapable smells he'd been enduring. As there was less to compete with, Rishi was able to detect the individual scents coming off of the tiger from his general musky aroma to the rancid stink of his cock stained with various fragrances of cum and mouse ass. Nevertheless, he still preferred it to the strong odor permeating the lord's room.

"This way," the tiger said softly, leading the mouse to the right towards a room at the bottom of the steps. Rishi turned as Kish led the way, opening the door and guiding the mouse in. The room was a fairly large wash room with a large tub, various soaps and perfumes, and a separate wash station with a drain. There were various towels and wash cloths folded and set in an orderly fashion on a nearby rack. There were benches placed around the room. Rishi wasn't sure what to do and so he just stood there waiting for more guidance from Kish.

The tiger walked up behind the mouse and held his hips, massaging them sensually as he leaned his muzzle forward and sniffed his neck. He moaned happily and Rishi began to worry that his nightly torture was not yet finished. Kish made no movement of his paws towards the mouse's crotch or ass, but the rodent was still concerned. After a moment, the tiger took a long whiff of the mouse's scent and grunted.

"Indulge me for a moment, Rishi. There's one last thing I want to do before I get you cleaned up." The mouse thought it a pointless request as he and the other felines had been indulging themselves with his body the entire evening, but he was too tired to respond or resist. "Come here." The tiger moved Rishi forward, forcing him up against the tub. "Just stand still a moment. You can use the tub to keep yourself balanced if you need to."

As Kish removed his paws from Rishi's waist, he felt his body sway again and he quickly brought his paws up and held onto the side of the tub. The tiger dropped down onto his knees and stared forward at the dirty rump at the base of the rodent's body. Kish pressed his nose up against the filthy cheeks and sniffed at the mousy musk and dried cum that covered his fur and bellowed. He opened his muzzle and began licking the mouse's tailhole, running his tongue up along the dirty crack. Rishi was fed up with this treatment and wanted it to end, fearing that if the cat got lusty off the taste of his backside, he might want another fuck. If the tiger tried bending the mouse over, he might have to object, even if it winds up doing no good.

Kish tried nothing of the sort, though. Instead, he was content to just kneel there and rim Rishi's backside, going from licking to sucking on the mouse's pucker, eating away at the remnants of the night's activities. He cleaned the dank area leaving only moisture from his own spit. After a long moment of snacking on the rodent's ass, a young voice was heard in the direction of the entrance. "How's dessert this evening, Kish?"

The tiger stopped slobbering on Rishi's anus and turned around to gaze at the naked and sweaty form of his cheetah colleague, licking his lips and smiling seductively. "Delicious. Would you like a taste?"

Dubois giggled. "Not me. I'll get my midnight snack when we clean up in Roland's bedroom."

Kish chuckled and turned back to the mouse. "Alright, Rishi. Let's get you washed up." He gave the mouse's rump a few gentle pats before standing up. "Here, let's rinse you off first." He grabbed the mouse by the waist and led him around the tub and over to the wash station.

"Would you like some help?" Dubois asked.

"Sure. Can you check on the water?"

The cheetah stepped over to a large, steel water basin. He dipped his fingers in and pouted. "Eh, it's warm, but I think we'll need to add some heat."

"Alright. You get started and I'll get him rinsed off. Then we can give him a bath."

Dubois nodded and fetched some wood and kindling from a nearby pantry. Rishi, at the moment, stood in the wash station, leaning against the wall as he could barely hold himself up. Kish grabbed a small pitcher and dunked it in the water basin before walking back over to the mouse and pouring it over him. Rishi shut his eyes as he was doused with clean water, the clear liquid cascading down from his head and soaking over his shoulders. Kish repeated the process, assisting by running his paws down over the mouse's fur and trying to rinse out as much sweat, spit, and cat spunk as he could. Everything was collected at the floor of the station and drained through a hole in the center. The night's assortment of bodily fluids that covered the rodent's body were washed away, most residual traces of the evening's services gone before his eyes. Some remained however, and would not be washed away with simple water. Blood from the bite marks on Rishi's shoulder was washed away, only for fresh droplets to seap out of the open wounds. The mouse could still smell the stench of musk and meaty saliva all over his body and was waiting for his bath.

Kish placed the pitcher down as Dubois had finished setting the fire underneath the basin to heat up the water. The tiger looked down at the mouse, who stood in the wash station dripping wet with his arms at his side and his head hanging down limply. He looked absolutely destitute and the feline couldn't help but feel extreme pity for the poor creature.

"Why don't you sit down a moment while we get the bath ready?"

Rishi tried looking up at the tiger, but was physically and mentally unable to do so. Instead, he just gave a very weak head nod and that was enough for the tiger. He helped the mouse step over to one of the benches where he could sit and rest a moment. It didn't take too long for Kish and Dubois to fill the tub, adding hot water to make it comfortable. Rishi had wanted to drift off to sleep, but as the night wore on he became plagued by the emotional turmoil of what had just happened to him and the way it reminded him of his past with the canines. As his mind wandered, he suddenly remembered the face of Tony, having walked in on them towards the end of their carnal activities. It was such an odd occurrence and the mouse was wondering if he just imagined it or hallucinated it or half-dreamed it during one of the moments he managed to doze off for a second.

Once the water was ready, Kish and Dubois both helped the mouse back onto his feet and into the tub. The water was lukewarm, but tolerable. The two felines each grabbed a bar of soap, intriguingly shaped like the head of a cougar... or a leopard... or almost any feline as the actual shape was a bit too ambiguous. They both began to scrub the mouse's fur from head to toe, cleaning away the grime and sex and pretty much any physical reminder of the night's events. No matter what they did though, there was nothing that could remove the mental and emotional effects from the mouse's psyche.

After they finished, they helped Rishi out of the tub and dried him off. By that time, he was a bit more stable and could stand without wavering too much. "You OK? You need another minute before leaving?" Kish asked.

Rishi shook his head, still unable and unwilling to look the felines in the eyes or give them any kind of vocal response. Dubois was seeming a bit irked by the mouse's lack of etiquette, but Kish seemed a lot more understanding and remained blaze about it.

"Alright. Then get dressed and you can go. You're all done, Rishi."

Rishi was sure the tiger was expecting a thank you, but he had no intention of giving one. If anything, he felt each member of the Royal Court owed him a huge debt, but he also had no intention of bringing that up. So the mouse sauntered out of the washroom and walked back up to the Lord's Seat and grabbed his clothes. As he dressed himself, Dubois and Kish walked up behind him and watched him, waiting for him to finish. Once he had, he looked up at them and very softly and timidly gave them both a bow of respect. With that he turned to leave, but Dubois stopped him.

"Hey Rishi." The mouse turned around, still visibly shaking, his fur still a little moist, but clean of the gunk he was slathered in just moments ago. "We're gonna give each other a good personal cleaning before we get properly washed up. You sure you don't wanna stay a little longer and... help us out?" The cheetah had a devilish grin, despite hints of his own exhaustion. Kish looked down at the rodent with sympathy, not amused by the cheetah's attempt at humor.

Rishi stood a little straighter, trying to figure the most respectful way to turn down the cheetah without being insulting. As the sights, the smells, and the sensations he felt while being forcibly bred by the Identine felines continued to plague him, the lord's words rang in his head: 'I don't wanna force you, but I will and if you struggle, then it's gonna get a lot more uncomfortable for you, mousy. Please, Rishi, don't make me rape you.' He then felt a strong sense of defiance build up in him and it took a good deal of self-control not to just tell the high-ranking cheetah to go fuck himself. Instead, he just furrowed his brow in anger, scowled harshly, and turned around sharply without saying a word, walking as quickly as he could towards the entrance. The mouse just showed great disrespect towards a Royal Guard and he figured he'd get in trouble for it.

"Rodent!" He was right as the cheetah shouted towards him. Rishi stopped in his tracks. Dubois began to move angrily towards the mouse. "You don't-"

"No!" Kish held up an arm, stopping the cheetah.

"Kish, he-"

"Let it go." The tiger was firm, but composed. After pouting for a moment, the anger vanished from Dubois' face and he began to show the same sense of empathy for the mouse as Kish did.

Rishi didn't say anything and didn't even bother turning around. Instead, he reinitiated his fast walk back to the front doors and exited the building as fast as he could. The cold air immediately hit him like a thousand knives stabbing him all over, particularly in regards to the fang marks on his shoulder, but he didn't care. He'd rather brave the freezing temperatures and risk freezing to death than spend another second in the same building as those men. The caracal and the bobcat noticed Rishi as he exited and signaled to the cougar sitting across from them.

"Hey, Tony," the bobcat called. "You're date's arrived," he finished, giving a slight chuckle.

The cougar paid them no mind as he stood to attention. "Hey, Rishi. You need help getting home?" He spoke softly and with conern. Rishi hugged himself for warmth as he nodded to the taller feline. "Alright. Wait here a moment and I'll grab a carriage."

The other two guards just snorted derisively and ignored the two the rest of the night. Rishi did the same as he began to shiver, partially because of the cold and partially because of his desire to break down. He hadn't felt that bad since his first tribute and that night wasn't as bad as this was. As he kept hearing the lord's voice in his ear and the word rape actually being used, the tears welled up in his eyes and he began to whimper. Fortunately, Tony arrived then with a carriage and he alone was guiding the horse.

"Come on. I'll take ya home."

The way the cougar looked at him and spoke to him made the tired mouse feel a bit warmer and less despondent. For the first time in a long while, he'd actually felt a semblance of appreciation towards one of the Identine felines. He quickly climbed aboard and as Tony gave a quick flick of the reigns, the two guards shouted a quick 'night' to the pair as they rode away.

Sitting there, the cold air now flowing over his body as they moved, Rishi began to relax a bit more. His aches and pains from the bindings on his arms, the lack of movement, the abuse on his body, all of it began to fade away as it was replaced by the stinging of the wind chill as it brushed his exposed face. His entire body was getting colder, but he still preferred it to getting pounded by five large men. His penis still ached beyond any measure he'd ever felt before and the bouncing of the carriage didn't help that at all. He could still smell samples of the musky felines and lube and could still taste the sour saliva he was forced to snort, but it was heavily numbed by the outside cold.

Regardless of anything positive he was enjoying at the moment, the visions of those large, domineering cats, the sounds they made, the things they said, and the way they fucked and abused his body would not leave his consciousness. Everything kept playing over and over in his mind and the tears once again welled up in his eyes and he began to sob. He didn't care what Tony thought of him at the moment; he needed to break down. He let the tears flow down, staining his recently cleaned cheeks, and he sobbed like a child having been disciplined by his father. Tony saw this and felt only sympathy for the mouse.

"Look, I'm sorry about what's happened to ya, I really am. I feel for ya. I don't know what it's like being in your position, but I can guess it's fucking miserable as fuck." When Tony spoke, Rishi managed to calm himself a bit, though tears still flowed and sobs still came. "Hey, if you wanna cry, just cry. I aint gonna mock you and I think you've earned it. Hell, if I were in your position, I might even be tempted to shed a few tears myself." They continued to ride for a moment, Rishi now trying to hold back his tears, even after Tony had given his blessing, but he just couldn't help it. "You don't deserve this. You pulled the short end of the straw and you got served shit. That's life all right, but it aint fair and sometimes it happens to good people... like yourself. You deserve much better than this and I think Lord Allon is wrong for making you do this with him."

For some reason, hearing the cougar say that actually made Rishi feel a bit better about himself. Knowing that there's a person in the Felis Army who actually thinks he deserves even a smidgen of respect gives him hope and happiness. And for some reason, unknown even to Rishi, the mouse let his face fall into the cougar's shoulder, burying his face as he continued to cry. He couldn't explain it, but he felt comfortable enough to release his inhibitions and find relief from the guard. Tony, on the other hand, was not comfortable. Sympathetic as he was, having another man crying on his shoulder was not something he chose to... shoulder. However, given the rodent's unique situation, he let go of his own inhibitions and allowed the mouse to rest as he was.

"We're here."

A few seconds later and Rishi opened his eyes to find he was parked right outside the gate to his house, or at least that's the way it seemed to the rodent.

"That was fast," he said wearily to the driver, the first words he'd spoken in hours.

"Hm, you just fell asleep on my shoulder. It's actually been a good fifteen minutes."

Rishi looked and saw the tear stain on the feline's uniform and began to feel regretful. "Oh my God! Tony, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just..."

"Don't worry about it. I saw what was going on. You had a rough night."

_So I wasn't imagining it,_Rishi thought to himself. "Well, thank you Sir Tony. You have no idea how much I appreciate you bringing me home."

The cougar chuckled and smiled. "Hey, I'm a servant of Identine and Darreen belongs to Identine. So, if one of it's people needs assistance, I'm there to serve." Rishi smiled at the feline, feeling a little giddy, heart aflutter as he started to feel the need to cry again, but from joy and not pain. Tony, seeing the signs the mouse was about to break down again, rolled his eyes. "Alright, go on and get inside. It's cold, I wanna go home, and you have a wife that's probably worried sick aboutcha."

Upon hearing the mention of Sam, Rishi suddenly felt the urgency to return home. "Oh yeah, right. OK, yeah. Again, thank you so much Sir Tony." He spoke quickly as he disembarked the carriage.

"You're welcome. I've gotta get home and get some rest myself. I have a feeling I'm gonna get scolded by Allon or one of his men for walking in on you guys."

Rishi now felt sympathy for Tony. "Oh. I'm sorry, Tony. I hope you don't get in too much trouble."

"Eh, don't be sorry and don't worry about it. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Rishi blushed at that and wanted to swoon. Tony got the hint that the mouse was OK and probably still a bit out of control of his mental cognizance. "And one last thing. What I said before, about how Lord Allon is wrong for making you do this, I never said that. Understand?" Rishi took a moment, questioning the guard's statement, not quite understanding but nodding anyway. "Good. If anyone finds out I said that, I could be in serious trouble."

Rishi realized then what the cougar meant and smiled and nodded again. "I understand. I won't say a word."

Tony grinned. "OK, get some rest. I'll see you later." He waved goodbye and Rishi did the same.

"Bye."

Tony turned the carriage around and made his way back to the High Court. Rishi stood there and watched the feline as he disappeared down the street, smiling elatedly. His wife and kids have always been at his side and since he'd started making his unique tribute to the Royal Court members, the natives of the Plains had begun to show an increased level of respect for him as well. Now, after all this time, he had finally garnered respect from members of the Identine nation itself. He just wished he didn't have to suffer so horribly to get it.

A gust of wind blew threw his coat and he shivered and again felt the rush to make his way indoors. He ran through the gate and charged into his home, shutting the door quickly behind him. Samantha was on the couch reading and once she saw her husband enter, she jumped to her feet and ran over to him.

"Rishi! Oh my God! There you are. I've been worried sick. Where have you been?" She stopped right next to him.

Her proximity was making the mouse feel a bit uncomfortable. It normally wasn't a problem, but given how much he'd been violated over the last several hours it made sense. "The offering went on a bit longer than I thought it would. Apparently, the royal members felt I should make up for the four weeks they weren't here. But I'm all right. Don't worry." His exhaustion was obvious in his voice, but he was able to smile and reached out to hug her closely. She didn't fight it, but she still looked confused. As she caught his scent, her befuddlement grew and she backed away, breaking the embrace. She sniffed at him a bit more. "What's wrong, honey?"

"I... I barely smell anything. Did you wash up before you left?"

Rishi nodded. "Yeah. They let me clean up before leaving for once."

"They've never let you wash up before."

"Yes, but like I said, the offering went on a lot longer than usual, so they allowed me to get clean so I don't stink up the Plains."

It was a bit of a bad joke on Rishi's part and Sam couldn't help but stare at her hubby with pity and sorrow. Rishi then noticed how warm it was in his house and took off his coat and as he did Samantha noticed the marks on his shoulder and her concern grew rampant. "What happened?" she asked, reaching up to move aside his collar.

"It's just a mating bite. Nothing to worry about."

"Bite! I see lots of teeth marks here, Rishi!" She brushed a paw over the fresh wounds and he hissed in pain as she did. She withdrew her hand feeling a tinge of guilt and a great deal of anger.

"Sam, I am extremely tired and in a good deal of pain. If you want to yell, fine, but can we do it tomorrow... or preferably never?"

Rishi moved up to his wife and put his arms around her, waiting for her response. She'd seen mating bites before, but never this many at once and never this raw. Some of the wounds were still oozing blood and it frightened the female mouse, but things had been going so well and he was standing there now and didn't seem to be in any real danger. She was primed to overreact, but she kept her cool for her husband's sake and just leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him. They hugged for several seconds before Rishi broke it.

"Alright, I think I'm just gonna head to bed now. After the night I've had, I feel like I could sleep for a week."

Sam forced a grin. "You go ahead. I think I'm gonna stay up a little while longer."

Rishi gave his wife a kiss on the muzzle. "OK." He turned and made his way to the bedroom. Sam watched the white-furred mouse walk away, swaggering as he did from exhaustion, but not showing signs of distress. Everything seemed all right for her husband, but she couldn't help but worry for his safety and his health.

As she stated, Sam stayed up and tried to read for a while, but had difficulty concentrating when every thought she had was on her husband. Having given up, she tossed the book aside and made her way back to the bedroom. When she entered, she saw Rishi lying in bed over the covers in nothing but his braies. Not wanting to disturb him, she changed into a nightgown and slid onto the bed next to him, grabbing a small blanket from the closet and using that to cover herself. She blew out the candle on the nightstand before shutting her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

With his wife awake, Rishi felt comfortable enough to finally open his eyes. After having stripped down to not but his underwear, he laid down on the bed intending to climb under the covers when he felt the sweet release of sleep begin to take hold of him. As he began to drift to unconsciousness, he saw five large feline dicks in front of him and the strong, musky scent invaded his nostrils. He awoke with a start and realized that sleep would not be coming easily to him tonight. He heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom and realized his wife was going to bed sooner than expected. He did everything he could to avoid letting on to her that anything was wrong and he meant what he said that he didn't want to deal with her panicking right now. He felt the best thing to do was to shut his eyes and feign sleep.

Now the lights were out and he could open his eyes and they'd be open for a while longer. His entire body was agonizing: his shoulder from the bite marks, the nape of his neck, his arms from bondage, his ass from the slaps, his cock from the constant stimulation, his legs, his back, and his jaw as well. Even simply remaining awake was causing the rodent pain and misery, but every time he shut his eyes, each of his senses brought him back to the High Court and the night's excursions with the royal feline members. He remained awake for a few more hours before his fatigue final got the better of him and he drifted off to sleep. And one last blessing shined upon the tormented rodent: his dreams were far more pleasant.