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This vignette was written for Gamerfox as part of my Patreon request days for January. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, and casual public nudity/sex, in spaaaaaaace. <3

Don't You Know Who I Am? - Part Ten

By the time Arjun found himself making his way back to his cabin, the third day of his cruise was almost at an end. Of course, there was no curfew. No time by which he had to be in bed, but the white tiger had drunk his full allotment of stamina tonics for the day and while his cock was still rock hard right now, he felt that one more orgasm might either cause him to pass out, or at the very least render him utterly unable to perform for the remainder of the day. Thus, it seemed like as good a time as any to head to bed. To sleep, and maybe... maybe to see if his Quad Platinum privileges would allow him to call Alana's cabin directly. He had tried so hard all day not to think about her. But, in doing so, she had always been in his head just under the surface of whatever else he was doing. Any time he came, a part of him had been wishing she could have been there to share it with him. Any time he slipped his cock into someone's pussy or ass or muzzle, he recalled their day together, and the feeling of her pussy, her ass, and her muzzle around his erection.

He had tried so hard all day not to do exactly what they had promised each other they wouldn't do. Not to build her up. Not to take these feelings he had for her, feelings his heart and mind screamed at him were love no matter how swiftly they'd developed, and use them to lift her up onto a pedestal above and beyond anyone else on this entire cruise liner full of welcoming, loving and most definitely sexy people. But now, as much as he had done his very best to go about his day enjoying all that this ship had to offer without restraint, he still couldn't deny having the thought that he could have enjoyed it even more if Alana had been with him.

Arjun's mind soon found itself at war with itself as he debated the merits of calling her tonight, of talking with her, catching up about what they'd both done during their day. He told himself over and over that it didn't have to be anything more than that. That they could consider this a trial run of what would happen if they continued to see one another after the cruise, which from the discussions they'd had during their first day together, they had both hinted in no uncertain terms at wishing to at least attempt. But, his mind countered with a simple reality. It was impossible to fake long distance, knowing that at any moment you could slip out of your cabin, walk not too far, and find her room. Find her. Her beautiful body, ready to be taken into his arms and... and...

The tiger shuddered and blushed as he glanced down and found that at some point his hand had wrapped itself around his cock. It wasn't moving, not actively stroking, just squeezing gently every few seconds. He looked up just in time to see a plump raccoon walk past, an older woman perhaps in her fifties whose body bore all the natural curves of its age, but carried with a confidence that put his own to shame. She smiled, winked at him, and kept on walking. Arjun sighed. This place was incredible. Everyone was so open. So friendly. You could so easily fall in love with a dozen people here in a day, so... why her? Why just Alana, when he was so new to all of this? Even Karra hadn't made him feel this way, and she'd been his first. His introduction to this entire cruise and its ways long before he'd figured out from Ezekiel exactly how he'd come to be here.

His cheeks flushed, thoughts of both Karra and Ezekiel leading his hand to squeeze at his cock yet again, though with Alana present as ever within those same desirous urges. But, his smile faded after that. His face grew more solemn as his thoughts of Ezekiel and the others he'd met here for more than just a passing moment of intimacy crossed wires, and he suddenly realised something that made the bottom of his stomach drop out.

Alana still thought that he was Arjun.

He was, of course. Here, that was how he saw himself. How for some time now he'd been thinking of himself in his head, even knowing that the cover story behind it was fake. But, while never faking anything about his personality, his desires, his feelings for anything or anyone he'd experienced here, it still ate away at him that Alana believed him to be some tech mogul... when really the truth was the even more far fetched fact that he was Prince Jahir of the Cirran Star Empire. And that, no matter how much he wanted it not to, complicated things. The empire was vast. And while it was a good place filled with good people, it was a powerful force in the galaxy, and powerful forces always attracted trouble. Threats. Anger from people who either wrongly or more often than not rightly thought they as rulers of the empire should have done more to help somehow, to do something that might have saved a loved one's life or shortened someone's suffering in some way. People who wanted to use the empire for ill. For personal, selfish gain. People Prince Jahir had to deal with every day, and would for the rest of his life.

Asking Alana to be with him wasn't just asking her to try and grow accustomed to a whole new way of life, a whole new culture far from the life that she had told him about up to this point. He didn't want to doubt her capacity to adapt, to thrive even in that world. But, he simply didn't know her well enough to even hazard a guess one way or another, and to ask her, though obviously the right thing to do... it would mean telling her that some of the most fundamental parts of their first day together, right up to the name she'd cried out each time they rose to climax together, had been a lie.

By the time he arrived back at his cabin, Arjun's mind was in complete turmoil. He knew what he had to do, that he had to tell her the truth now before they spent even another moment together with the lie intact, but he was afraid. He was afraid that she would hate him. Or, worse, that she would revere him. Treat him differently because he wasn't just rich, he was royalty. He hoped not. He prayed not. But again, he had spent one day with Alana, one day with that amazing cougar, and most of it doing nothing but fucking, or watching other people fuck on the room's video screen, or talking about this cruise, this place, and their own feelings about it. Nothing about their lives beyond this place, aside from what little he'd learned of Alana's reasons for being here to begin with. Nothing about how they felt about politics, about social class, about privilege and wealth as institutional structures.

He chuckled dryly. Sure, not the most natural topics for post coital conversation anyway, but... god, if he had even the slightest idea how she felt about such things, it would at least give him somewhere to begin. A point of reference from which to anticipate her response. But instead, he could only guess. And right now, his mind couldn't stop, wouldn't stop trying to guess blindly, sharing a thousand alternative realities where in each one he told Alana the truth, and their burgeoning relationship crumbled into dust in a thousand different ways as a result.

"Arjun?"

The tiger blinked, and looked up from where he'd been standing in front of his cabin door for almost a minute, not going in even though the door had opened for him as soon as he had stepped in front of it. His head turned, and there, standing in the corridor almost exactly where she'd been when he first stepped out of this room and watched his towel melt away to expose his naked body, was Karra.

He looked at her. At her face, smiling warmly, but concerned too as she registered the expression upon his own features. He looked at her beautiful, naked body. At the glistening trails of relatively fresh arousal down the insides of her legs, and the matted streaks across her belly where someone had cum over her, and their seed had simply been rubbed in rather than properly cleaned away. He looked into her eyes. Such tender, warm, confident eyes, experienced in cruises like this, and perhaps so many other things which Arjun himself had never before known thanks to her marriage to Rigel.

He turned towards her. He opened his mouth to speak, and felt shame flush his features as instead, like a child, he sobbed.

"O-oh... Arjun..."

The mouse flew to him. Clutched at him. Pulled him inside his room as he cuddled her and wept in sorrow and frustration and confusion.

"Arjun, please. Talk to me. Please, tell me what's wrong."

Karra gently lowered the far larger, stronger tiger to his bed, and sat down beside him as he buried his face in her shoulder and hugged her, sniffling, trembling, before finally after several minutes had passed lifting his head once more, and meeting her gaze with a sorrowful shake of his head.

"I... I told you the truth, but... I didn't tell her. She might have believed me. She might have been okay w-with it, but... now..."

He sniffed, shuddered, almost began to sob once again.

"Karra, I... I met someone. An amazing... a-amazing woman. I... I know it's soon, it's so fast, but..."

The mouse smiled and stroked his face.

"But you love her."

Arjun nodded.

"But, s-she doesn't know who I am. Who I really am. And I'm afraid if I tell her..."

With a sigh, Karra shook her head. She wanted to tell the tiger that she'd told him just to be himself. That he didn't have to put on a front of any kind. She thought he'd understood. But, now wasn't the time for chiding.

"Oh, Arjun. I've told you, lots of people use fake names their first cruise. If you tell her that, I'm sure she'll understand."

The mouse was shocked by the look the tiger gave her. So guilty. So horrified somehow by what she'd said. He shook his head.

"B-but, that's the problem, I don't know if she will understand. You didn't. Rigel didn't. Y-you... you thought I was making up a name. Trying to hide who I really was. Because, it seemed impossible to you that I c-could really be who I said I was. Because if I was telling the truth... t-that would be way more than you could handle, right?"

Karra tilted her head, trying to follow the tiger's train of thought, but not fully able.

"I... I'm sorry, Arjun, I don't think I unders-..."

She never got to finish that comment though, because a moment later the truth came spilling out of the tiger's muzzle entirely beyond his control.

"But I'm not Arjun, Karra. I... I'm not! That's the fake name. The person who organised this cruise for me booked me in under it, all my ID and documentation say it, but... that's not me. I'm not Arjun Sol. I'm not a CEO. I... I told you the truth, Karra. When we first met. I'm... a Prince. I r-really am Prince Jahir of the Cirran Star Empire. My mother guides a council of over a thousand peaceful worlds, a-and one day... I will guide it in her place."

Karra sat quietly for a few moments. The brown furred mouse looked deep, deep into the white tiger's eyes, and then...

"Holy shit."

She murmured.

"Oh, h-holy shit... you're... you weren't just saying that. You weren't role-playing or... or just nervous about your first time out on a cruise..."

Her eyes got wider and wider, and Arjun... no, Jahir shook his head.

"No. I wasn't."

Karra's eyes bulged, and she hurriedly clasped one of Jahir's larger hands between both sets of her own small, furless fingers.

"Oh my god, Arj... Jahir. I... I'm so sorry I didn't believe you. I'm so sorry I made you think y-you had to pretend you were someone else by not believing the truth, even though I was telling you exactly the opposite. I... oh fuck, I'm so sorry!"

The look of sorrow, of guilt that spread over her face broke Jahir's heart. He whimpered. He shook his head, but when that alone wouldn't shake the expression from the mouse's features, he did the only other thing he could think of in that moment, given everything they'd already shared.

He kissed her. He kissed her long, and deep, and only when she began to feverishly kiss him back, squeaking through their lip-lock as her fingers fell to his crotch, cock now softened but beginning to swell anew, and his fell to hers in return, did he pull back from that deep kiss and whisper to her as they scrambled and shuffled their way more completely onto the bed.

"It's not your fault. I was so out of my depth that first day, I... I don't know if I'd have been able to leave my cabin if it hadn't been for you, Karra. I owe you so much."

They caressed each other, falling onto their sides face to face, nuzzling, blushing, panting as they continued to kiss and touch even as they whispered their conversation onward.

"But, I should have listened. I should have trusted you. I've always believed it doesn't matter who you are, it matters what you do. And you've done such wonderful things while with me, Arjun. Dammit, Jahir. S-sorry, I'll get it. I... really, I mean it. Your actions have said so much more than your name, any name or title ever could. And... while I can't say that I wouldn't have been a bit intimidated if I really h-had believed you the first time around when you told me who you were..."

The mouse's voice trailed off with a squeak for a few moments as Jahir's fingers pulled away from her crotch, but only so he could roll over atop her, and slide forward so his cock was grazing up against her soft, flushed outer lips.

"...oh, Jahir. I... I don't care that you're a Prince. Because, I know that doesn't matter to you. If it did, if protocol and properness mattered to you over pleasure and happiness and the comfort of each and every person you meet, y-you wouldn't have lasted twenty minutes on this ship, never mind three days. You wouldn't have lasted twenty minutes with me. And... Jahir? I mean this from the bottom of my heart. Either this woman you've met, t-this person you've fallen for, will recognise that too, once you explain to them how I made you second guess yourself and pushed you into using an identity other than your own. Or... i-if she can't see past who your name says you are, no matter what she's witnessed to be true with her own eyes and heart, then as much as you care for her, it's good that you learned that now, rather than much further on down the line."

She spoke all of that while the two of them were poised and ready to make love, but by the time she fell silent, their chests had stopped heaving and their emotions, though still both running high, weren't quite so overwhelmed and passion driven to push them immediately head long into that action. They blushed as they regarded one another, mouse and tiger craning their necks forward and affectionately bumping noses. A few more silent, contemplative seconds passed however before Jahir took a deep, somewhat ragged breath, and finally spoke once more.

"I'll tell her t-the truth. And... I'll trust her, I'll believe in her... t-to understand. Because, her heart... I, I don't know how I know it, I don't know how I can believe this so strongly after only knowing her for a day, but... t-the same way I know you're an incredible, good, kind person, Karra... I really believe that she is too."

The mouse smiled, and stroked one of the white tiger's cheeks with her hand.

"Then you have nothing to be upset about, Jahir. So... no more tears, okay? At least... not the sad, scared kind. Not here. Not on this ship. And definitely not while you're with me."

Jahir blushed. He smiled, nodded, leaned down to kiss Karra tenderly on the lips once again, and then... then he felt her legs wrap around his waist, and he shuddered as his eyes met with hers, and the mouse giggled softly.

"You're gonna fuck me now, right?"

She murmured expectantly. The tiger's face burned hotter, but he grinned, and he growled softly to the woman beneath him even as his hips rocked forward at last, and he watched her face blossom with pleasure as he pressed his ample cock deep inside of her once again.

"O-ohh, Jahir..."

Karra cried out, his name not spoken with reverence, with respect, or with any note to his station whatsoever as she did so. The feline male shuddered. Before today, before just now, he didn't think he'd ever heard anyone, not a parent, not his teachers or instructors, no-one address him like that.

"Fuck me, Jahir!"

There it was again. His name, but... without the baggage. Without the weight. Not spoken as a title, but just to describe him. The real him, apart from his lineage and his supposed duty.

Could he really be that? Could he cast the Prince aside, but still be himself? Still be Jahir?

"Oh god! Yes! Yes!"

The more he thought about it, the faster his hips worked. The louder the mouse screamed. The more she shrieked his name in giddy bliss.

"Jahir! Oh, J-Jahir!! Right there! J-just like... ooh god! Ohh my _god, Jahir!! _"

He still didn't know, still couldn't know how Alana would react when he told her the truth, but now the white tiger possessed something he had been unable to muster before.

Hope. Sincere, genuine hope, that just like Karra when he heard the cougar speak his true name, she wouldn't address the throne. She wouldn't speak to him as if he was above, or beyond her.

She would speak to him. Listen to him, to Jahir as he told her the truth.

And then, no matter what came after, whether they went forward together or not... Jahir himself would be able to carry that same truth forward not just upon this ship, not just during this cruise, but for the rest of his life from this day, from this bliss-stricken moment onward.

"Jahir! I... I'm gonna... ooh god, I'm cumming!"

The tiger heard the mouse screaming, he felt her clutching, and gushing, cumming hard against him, but still his hips continued to work feverishly against her, and still she clutched at him, eagerly shrieking and urging him to continue doing so. He growled, he grinned, and as he redoubled his efforts, desperate to make her cum again before he finally unloaded deep inside of Karra's hot, tightly clutching depths, he felt his life's purpose slide into focus around him like never before.

He, Jahir, would no longer allow titles either spoken or implied to weigh down the truth of his name, the truth of who he was as a person.

And whether here amongst loving and eager friends and lovers, or back home when finally the time came to return there, he would never allow expectation, or obligation to obscure his true self again.

By Jeeves

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