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Chapter 2: The King's Consort

The males and females before him were just as varied as the one's in the throne room. Some studied him with curiosity, others hostility. The room had gone silent when he had stepped into the room.

Gutaire cleared his throat and spoke with authority. "This is King Bloodnor's new consort. He will be accorded all the rights that title holds. You know the penalty if any harm comes to him. Just so you know, this stranger is far more important than any that has come before. The Chamber of Forever Screams might seem a blessing compared to what he'd do to anyone who disobeys his edit." Gutaire said solemnly, staring at each of them.

There was an uncomfortable ripple of unhappiness among the listeners. This apparently was bad news. Feral grimaced to himself. 'Great, now, though they won't dare to harm me, I doubt that will stop the more angry of them from playing cruel but harmless tricks on me.' He thought in dismay. This would also prevent him from finding an allie. 'My situation is just getting worse all the time,' he thought bitterly.

"As if he could give the King an heir," Came a caustic comment from one corner of the room.

"It's certainly not my choice!" Feral finally snapped angrily. "I was brought here against my will, torn from my home. I don't know what your problems are but mine is certainly no picnic."

Several faces showed sympathy and knowledgeable looks. Apparently, kidnapping was common after all.

"It doesn't matter how you got here. What does matter is the King will take you over all of us and if you do manage to bear him an heir we will most likely be given to others of the aristocracy." A female voice snarled.

"Why haven't one of you given him an heir? I want nothing to do with this." Feral demanded, confused.

There were looks of anguish and sorrow on many of the faces.

"We've tried!" Another voice said unhappily.

"Unfortunately, little ones have become rare. No one truly knows why though some of our wise ones think its linked to the magic of our world and our immortality." A fox like female answered sadly.

"Then he would have had a better chance if he'd taken a female from my world instead of me." Feral said flatly to make a point not that he would ever want another to suffer his fate.

"Our King has a taste for males though he will bed females occasionally. You must be something unusual for him to take you." A male that looked like a ferret said, tilting his head at the Commander questioningly.

Feral grimaced at that reminder of just how different he was but wasn't about to tell them what that difference was.

Before anyone else could ask him anything more, Gutaire interrupted.

"Come along sir, I'm to prepare you and we must be done before he comes looking for you." He said pulling on Feral's arm to lead him elsewhere.

This time Feral resisted. He simply couldn't go willingly to what would be essentially rape. Sighing unhappily, Gutaire muttered something under his breath and Feral found himself unwillingly moving behind the mouse. Shock thrummed through him.

'Oh God! They can all do magic!' He thought, his mind in a panic as he desperately tried to resist the compulsion forcing him along the corridor toward another heavier and more ornate door at the end.

"Please stop fighting it. Struggling will not stop him from taking you and there is no where for you to escape. The King's reach is vast and his magic strong." Gutaire pleaded as they stood in a small room that held a few heavily padded chairs, a rug, and a fireplace.

Feral ceased his struggles but was still too upset to completely give in but Gutaire did release him.

"It's rape! Nothing changes what it is! How can he expect to get me pregnant when he rapes me. It's difficult enough for hermaphrodites to breed under normal circumstances but raping has never been one of them." He said tautly.

"Is that what you're called...interesting...there are no such creatures like you in our world." Gutaire mused quietly. "Anyway, you will not resist him because your body will want him whether your mind does or not." He assured him quietly.

"Magic again!" Feral hissed.

"Not quite. That and a few other things, magic cannot affect." Gutaire told him as he made for a cabinet and took out a very fancy bottle and a glass. He filled it half way with a deep cherry colored liquid. "Here, drink this! It will calm you and help you handle what is to come." Gutaire said calmly offering him the glass.

"No thank you!" Feral said tight lipped.

"You either drink it on your own or I will be forced to compel you...which will it be?" The mouse said firmly.

Feral glared at the mouse and stared at the glass with barely contained fury. He didn't have a choice. Fear gripped his insides...no choice...no choice at all...anguish joined the fear as he reached for the glass . He held it a moment longer then drank it. It was sickly sweet and made him grimace.

"Most like the taste. What's it like for you?" Gutaire asked noting the reaction.

"Too sweet. It's a bit upsetting." Feral said wishing he could rinse the taste out of his mouth. As if reading his mind, the mouse reached for a package from the same cupboard as the drink and took out what looked like a cookie.

"Here, this might help." He offered it.

Sighing to himself, Feral took the cookie and nibbled it. It was rather bland but it did take away the nasty flavor in his mouth.

"Now, let us go into the bathing room." Gutaire said quietly, leading Feral back out the door and down a back stair. They walked a short distance and stepped through an archway covered by more beads. On the other side was a huge steaming pool. There were a few of the harem there bathing. Gutaire made a strange gesture and Feral's clothes and jewelry vanished.

'I'll never get used to that,' he thought shakily. He was directed to the stairs that led into the pool. Out of no where, seemingly, a group of less well dressed creatures surrounded him. He was afraid these might be slaves. They kept their eyes down and spoke not at all to each other except for when they needed him to do something or needed something from one of the others.

He was soon bathed and dried then Gutaire replaced his jewelry but not his clothes. He was given a robe of deep red to cover himself for the walk back to the room they had left. Entering the small anteroom, Gutaire gestured for him to go on into another room whose door was closed.

With a great deal of trepidation, he opened the door and stepped in. The mouse closed it behind him and he was left alone for the first time since he'd arrived.

He looked around, clutching the robe tightly to him. A huge bed with richly decorated bedding and curtains sat in one corner. A heavily padded wide chair sat before a burning fireplace. A desk was under a window. A small door to the right of it must lead to their form of privy. The window itself was closed. He went over to it and took a look outside but there was nothing to see as it was too dark and there was no moon.

Trying to think what to do next, his heart froze when he heard the door latch turn. In the next moment the King entered. He smiled wolfishly at his prize as he closed the door behind him.

"Ah, you smell sweet from the bath, my warrior. Remove your robe so I may look at you in the firelight." He ordered going to the cupboard and taking out a different bottle and pouring himself a glass of amber fluid.

Feral continued to stand frozen, unable and unwilling to comply with the lion like creature's command.

The King's eyes narrowed as he took a swallow of his drink. "I think the elixir has not had time to make you compliant, eh?" He mused as he flicked his fingers and the robe vanished. Feral's arms automatically wrapped around himself in defense. He shivered unwillingly.

The King strolled casually up to the Kat. He reached out and began stroking Feral's body. The Commander was startled when a shiver of something that wasn't fear, slithered down his spine with every stroke.

His eyes widened when he felt heat build up between his legs, though his cock remained only at half mast. Fine tremors began to break out along his body spreading to his limbs as the King continued his gentle caresses.

He closed his eyes and tried to will away the feeling that was starting to race through his blood but his traitorous body continued to become heated by the King's touch.

"That's much better," He rumbled purringly as he gently pushed the Kat toward the bed. Feral tried to resist but his will was gone. He railed inside of his head but his body willingly laid down on the bed and writhed wantonly as the King stripped his clothes off the normal way and climbed onto the bed and studied his new consort.

"I will make you feel things you never dreamed of and you will scream my name as you come for me." He growled hotly. He leaned down and captured Feral's mouth in a searing kiss that made him groan with heat.

The King's fingers grabbed a nipple and twisted it between them until it rose to a hard peak then did the other one. He lowered his chest to Feral's and rubbed himself across the hardened nipples. A flash of pure pleasure zinged through the Kat's body.

Pleased at the response, the King withdrew from the kiss and moved down to take Feral's clitoris with his rough tongue. Feral's eyes widened and he cried out in shocked heat as that tongue laved his sensitive folds sending him spiraling out of control, his claws dug into the bedding, his hips bucked and the King smirked in amusement as he held them down with his paws and continued to torment the Kat.

A wild fiery sensation built higher and higher until Feral screamed his climax. He trembled and shook in reaction as he lay weak and panting. The King waited a moment until the Kat had recovered a bit before repeating his previous actions.

Feral wailed as the pleasure hit even stronger this time but the King stopped before he could reach another climax. He reared up from his tasty task to settle between the Commander's legs then slid his huge, hard, pole in slowly.

Feral was beyond shock now as the King opened him up. He'd never been taken and it felt strange and incredible as Bloodnor filled him up. With one firm thrust he broke through Feral's barrier and began to thrust in a slow rhythm that took him deeper and deeper in his new consort.

Feral groaned and arched up to meet each thrust as it opened him up more and sent him higher and higher until he clenched around the large cock and screamed his climax. The King didn't release and kept on thrusting moving faster and faster. Feral couldn't help but come again and again until Bloodnor finally climaxed, roaring loud enough to nearly shake the bed.

"You are magnificent my beauty. This night will be one to remember." Bloodnor purred as he licked the sweat from the trembling kat beneath him.

Bloodnor took Feral many times that night and only left when dawn's light spilled through the single window. Feral moaned, unable to move. He was far too sore. The elixir had worn off and he felt horribly humiliated by his behavior even though it wasn't his fault. Tears of anguish fell from his eyes as the full magnitude of his situation hit him.

The King had said he was stuck here for thirty days and he knew he would be drugged and raped on every one of them, if not more often than at night. Despair swept over him for a moment and his eyes fell on a knife laying on a small tray with fruit and cheese on it. Under normal circumstances, the Commander would never do what he was contemplating now. But he was to wrought up and the memory of his drugged surrender and his body's soreness pushed him to take this extreme chance to escape.

He reached out for the knife. He checked it's blade...it was very sharp...a smile that held a hint of madness lit his face. He caressed the blade over his wrists. The vambraces had not been replaced...he was still nude...this made things easier as he deepened the slice over the pulse in his wrists then watched dispassionately as the blood dripped onto the bed.

Chapter 3: Lessons

As the blood dripped from one wrist he switched paws and did the same to the other then laid down and stared blindly across the room. In his minds eye he pictured his own room and as a coldness flowed through his body, as his life's blood flowed out, his last thoughts were the hope the SWAT Kats would protect his city.

He didn't know how much time had passed but he blinked awake and saw the mouse staring down at him in angry distress. Memory crashed in at that moment and he quickly looked down at his arms.

To his shock, there wasn't a trace of a wound though there was still blood on them and on the bed. Lots of it! He looked back up at the mouse.

"You are a warrior!" Gutaire hissed in outrage. "I never would have left you to wake on your own if I thought you would be capable of doing this. It's scandalous! Get up from there, you are already late for your riding lessons. The King will be most displeased." He said angrily as he turned away and made a gesture that made the blood vanish as if it had never been.

Feral just gaped at him. He was alive! He didn't think magic could be capable of healing to this degree or bringing back the dead.

"But...I was dead..." He said in a daze.

"No you were not! Though you were certainly close to it. If you had been dead you still would be. Our magic can save anyone on the brink but not after." The mouse said shortly. "To insure you don't try something so foolish again, I've put a geas on you that will prevent you from trying again." He snapped. "Now get moving!"

Gutaire pulled the bedding off Feral and tossed down some clothes. A jerkin made of soft cloth and suede-like pants were laying there for him to put on. On the floor were some kind of soft boots. Still in a daze, he crawled out of the bed and put the clothes on. Gutaire made a gesture and Feral's vambraces, moonstone necklace, and circlet of metal around his forehead reappeared. After a quick trip to the privy, he was being shoved out the door of the King's room.

Still badly shakened, he was hustled downstairs and through another corridor to a heavy oaken door that was already standing open. Through it, he could see a courtyard with people going about their business.

A pair of strange looking beasts were being held by a creature that resembled a wolf. He was dressed similar to Feral. The beasts had short but wicked horns, leathery tails, scaley bodies, and slit pupiled eyes. When they opened their mouths it was full of sharp teeth. He shuddered. It looked like a horse crossed with a crocodile.

Gutaire shoved him none to gently toward the creatures. The wolf bowed its head respectfully.

"This is Toulare, he will be giving you lessons on how to ride the Repnorses." He said then turned and left Feral staring stupidly at the things.

"Shall we begin, sir. We are late getting started." Toulare said in a deep gravely voice.

He finally noticed the saddles on the things and realized they were serious about riding them. He grimaced but stepped up carefully and stood next Toulare and listened as he gave him instructions on how to mount and control the Repnorse.

Feral was very dubious about the creatures but since he wasn't being given a choice, he went to its side and mounted. He was immediately surprised that he was no longer sore. Apparently, when Gutaire saved his life, he healed the rest of him too. Things were happening far too fast for him. No one was giving him time to adjust. Now wasn't the time to try and do so though, so he shook himself and returned his attention to his mount.

He had ridden horses in his youth, thankfully, so he didn't feel like a complete dunce. Unlike a horse, though, these things were streamlined and lower to the ground. When they moved out the gate that led over a drawbridge to a huge meadow, the gait was smooth and undulating, which felt truly odd.

Toulare had him ride around to get familiar with the beast. He corrected Feral's hold on the reins and how to hold his seat properly on the Repnorse. When he felt Feral had the mechanics down, he made him go to a gallop. Here is where the Repnorse showed its stuff and just how very unlike a horse they were. They glided along at a fast, ground eating pace. It didn't feel like their hooves touched the ground at all, the ride was that smooth.

Feral tried to look around as he was riding. At the edge of the meadow was a towering forest. He'd never seen trees that tall or thick before. It was literally dark under it despite the bright sun shining. As they came close, Toulare warned him to never go into the woods alone. Strange, dangerous creatures inhabited it and were quick to take the unwary. They didn't like magic so a group of three or four people were able to protect themselves but one or two didn't stand a chance.

"Since I don't have magic, I definitely won't be going in there." Feral said flatly.

Toulare eyed him oddly. Confused by the strange look Feral barked, "What?"

"Your pardon, sir. I thought you had been told. You are capable of small amounts of magic. All who are brought here can do so." He told Feral politely.

Feral gaped at him. "I can do magic! But I don't know the first thing about it." He objected in shock.

"Oh, that's not a problem, sir. All newcomers receive training, don't worry." Toulare assured him quickly.

'Wonderful, something else I have to learn.' Feral muttered bitterly.

They spent another hour on the riding lesson then Toulare returned him to the courtyard where Gutaire met him and he was whisked off to the baths. A little later, clean and wearing his barely there costume once more, Gutaire took him to yet another area of the castle. He wished they would just give him a tour so that he could find his way around himself.

He was ushered into a comfortable study and a creature that looked something like an old badger stood up.

"This is Aumire, he will be your instructor on the history of our world, its politics, and other various subjects the King wishes you to know." He told Feral. "Aumire this is Feral, the King's new consort you were expecting. I will return for him in two hours." He told the badger.

The creature nodded and gestured for Feral to have a seat in one of the heavily padded chairs near his over laden desk.

Feral sat reluctantly and eyed Aumire warily.

"First of all, sir, I want you to cast out any thought of trying to escape from here. As I give you an overview of the state of affairs for this world, you will learn escape is impossible." Aumire stated flatly giving Feral an uncompromising look.

Feral returned a stubborn one of his own but wisely held his tongue.

"This world is called Galanon. There are ten kingdoms in existence here. You are in one of the largest and most powerful. The next powerful is Mountzaor. King Bloodnor and King Warkil have an uneasy alliance. As long as one doesn't encroach on the other's lands, peace reins. This has lasted for some 12,000 years, since Bloodnor came into power." Aumire informed him.

Feral gaped, 'He couldn't have heard that right!' "You mean the two countries have been at peace for that long?"

Giving Feral a cold look, Aumire said frostily, "I meant exactly what I said. The two kings have ruled for 12,000 years."

"But..." Feral began to object.

"No one dies here, sir. The only time death appears, is if someone has been so badly hurt and is too far from anyone else to be aided. That is very rare since no Galanonin will travel anywhere alone. We are immortal." He cut Feral off to explain.

Feral subsided into shocked silence.

"Now, to continue... Before the peace came there was a bloody war and many were lost. It ended after 10,000 years when it was learned that the number of young being born had dropped severely. The warring parties realized they were faced with the very real threat of extinction. This effectively put a permanent stop to killing for any reason. Even if the Kings were to be upset with one of their subjects, punishment would only be to death's door but never beyond it. Of course, after a very long life some would simply fade away but that is expected. This means the population is quite static and has been for some three thousand years when the last known birth was recorded." Aumire paused for a moment, a look of sadness crossed his face.

"To insure our survival our Kings began looking through magical portals into other realms to find fresh blood to mix with ours. For a while this did help us increase our population but sadly it was only temporary. The practice stopped when it was learned that even the newcomers were becoming sterile. They would breed for only a few years then cease. Adding more to our population that couldn't breed and became immortal in a short time was self-defeating and would eventually strain our ecology. You are the first new creature from beyond in over a thousand years." Aumire said quietly.

Feral sat back and absorbed this silently. "So down the road, you guys will become extinct." He said slowly.

Aumire frowned unhappily, "Unfortunately, that is true but it won't happen for another few thousand years. Enough of that subject. I have some books I want you to read that will explain more of our history and the kingdoms. One thing more, a warning, King Warkil's kingdom is to be avoided at all costs. He is as powerful as King Bloodnor."

Feral's heart lifted, 'Perhaps this King might let him go home, if only to snub Bloodnor.' He thought excitedly but his hopes were dashed with Aumaire's next words.

"...but he is ruthless and cruel. His people suffer terribly under him and flee to our kingdom. King Bloodnor is also ruthless but always fair. He treats his people with an even paw and is never deliberately cruel. He is not loved but he is respected because you know where you stand with him. Warkil is unpredictable and dangerous." Aumaire said flatly then handed Feral a pair of thick books.

"Now the next subject is politics..." Aumaire began in lecture fashion.

Feral sighed inwardly and tried to listen closely even though he was growing very tired and a bit bored. He was glad when Gutaire returned to collect him.

He found it was lunch time and he was very hungry having not been given breakfast. Gutaire took him to the throne room where long trestle tables had been set out and food was being served to the upper aristocracy. The King sat at a high table with several well dressed people that Feral remembered seeing around him when he had arrived. A seat beside Bloodnor was vacant and Feral discovered this was his.

Gutaire escorted him to this seat, pulled his chair out for him to sit then pushed it in. Bloodnor smiled at him before turning to continue his conversation with a boar like person. Feral looked away and down at his plate that a servant was filling with food. His appetite nearly vanished being forced to sit next to his rapist but he couldn't allow his strength to weaken so he forced himself to eat.

He nearly choked, moments later, when he felt a huge paw caress his bare thigh. He didn't dare turn his head but looked out of the corner of his eye. King Bloodnor was not even looking at him. He was still speaking to the Boar but his paw was definitely feeling him up and down his inner thigh and setting off sparks of heat through his body.

Horror held him frozen, unable to breath. He thought the elixir had worn off this morning and yet, here was his body getting heated again at the King's caressing touch.

'Oh God! I'm going to go mad here!' He moaned as he took a deep breath and reached for his goblet and downed most of it in one gulp. The fiery liquid that was most definitely not wine, set him to coughing violently. The King looked toward him in mild amusement and pounded his back solicitously.

"That is a most excellent mead, my consort, but to the uninitiated it can be quite potent. Next time, sip it first." He admonished Feral. Light laughter followed the King's comment.

Feral gasped and choked a moment longer before he could catch his breath. A servant politely handed him a glass of water which he drank gratefully.

'Kat's Alive! I can still feel the fire in my throat down to my stomach! I definitely don't want to be drinking much of that.' He thought unhappily.

To his consternation, the King once more began caressing his thigh. His appetite fled completely and what he had eaten sat in his stomach like lead. He tried to ignore it but the heated sensation began again and he found himself close to whimpering with need.

He couldn't take anymore and was suddenly on his feet, fleeing through the only door he could see from where he had been sitting. His chair fell back with a loud crash as he raced away. He managed to reach the doorway when his body froze in mid run. That snapped what sense he had left and he screamed in helpless fury but no sound escaped his lips. With eyes tightly closed he continued to scream soundlessly.

The King was furious. His consort's behavior was unforgivable. He stormed from his seat and went to Feral's frozen form. Stepping in front of the Kat's face his eyes widened in surprise that cooled his anger momentarily. He gestured and received a full voice scream in his face. Startled he shut Feral's voice off again.

"Gutaire!" He roared as he continued to stare in consternation at his 'out of his mind' consort.

"Yes, my lord!" Gutaire said breathlessly as he raced up to stand next to his king.

"What is going on here?" The King demanded pointing to his consort.

"Sir?" Gutaire squeaked in confusion then looked at the consort's face and groaned inwardly. He had been concerned when the Kat had attempted suicide. He should have guessed this would be what would happen next. Swallowing in fear, he quickly answered his angry liege.

"My deepest apologies, my lord. I failed to realize that your consort would need a little more time to adjust before actually being thrown in situations he couldn't handle." He said anxiously.

"He is a warrior. Nothing he's encountered here so far should have caused this breakdown." Bloodnor snarled.

"Unfortunately, sir, this Kat is not used to sexual contact, apparently. Your attentions are not welcome and his inability to accept it or fight it has left him no where to go but madness. He attempted suicide when you left him this morning." Gutaire admitted uneasily.

Fury suffused the King's face and Gutaire screamed when he found himself flung the length of the hall to hit the rock wall on its farthest side. He felt bones break as he slid to the floor in agonizing pain. He lay there in a heap trying desperately to breathe.

The room had gone deathly still. No one wanted to give the furious King another target for his ire. Chest heaving with his anger, King Bloodnor said nothing for several long minutes. He stared at his consort again. Sighing, his anger cooling, he flicked his fingers and Feral disappeared.

"I fear my consort needs a little extra attention right now. Please continue to enjoy your meal and someone heal Gutaire. I will see you all at the evening meal." He said in a surprisingly mild voice to the hall then turned with a swirl of his cape for his quarters.

Chapter 4: Alone and Friendless

Feral screamed long and loud before realizing it was silent around him and he could move again. He opened his eyes and found he was in the King's room. He heaved for breath and barely taking time to think he lunged for the heavy door and yanked it open only to be greeted by the King who had just reached for the door handle.

Feral backed up looking frantically for a weapon. Magic or not, he wouldn't take anymore of Bloodnor's unwanted touches. The King stepped in and in the next moment the lion was flying back against the wall. Feral blinked in shock...all he had done was fling his paws up in a futile warding off gesture.

Shaking himself off, the King jumped to his feet and leaped into the room so fast, Feral was unable to react before the lion was pinning his arms and slamming him against the wall behind him.

"Well, this is a surprise. Your magic is very strong but not as strong as mine!" Bloodnor said in amusement. "Do not try that again or I will be forced to punish you." He warned as he released the Kat and went to close the door.

Feral rubbed his arms and shivered. The King returned to the Kat's side and studied him a moment.

"Gutaire says you need a little time to adjust...that we are pushing too fast. You are a warrior not a weakling. Explain to me why you are having so much difficulty?" He asked stroking the Kat's arm.

Feral flinched and pulled back. "No one likes to be raped and that's what I feel every time you touch me. That elixir made me respond to you and apparently its still working on me." He said tautly.

"You are wrong. The elixir was to relax and make you willing the first time...yes... but it is no longer in your system. You respond to me because I have dominated you. Our magic has blended so that every time I touch you, your body cannot help but respond. That's how a consort is tied to their King." Bloodnor explained reaching out again.

Feral sidled away toward the door to the hallway. His eyes huge with fear and loathing.

Bloodnor's eyes narrowed. "I have little time to get you with an heir before you are drawn back to your world. I have no time to allow you to 'adjust' to me." He said firmly making one of those lightning moves and capturing Feral in his arms near the door.

Feral tried to fend him off but as Bloodnor had warned him, the King was far too powerful. "I want to go home. I'm needed there. I've been missing too long." He protested as he struggled.

"Time passes more swiftly here compared to your home. It is still the same night that you left there. As soon as three moons pass on your world you will be returned home...if you are not pregnant. So you see...you haven't been gone long but by the time you return it will have been thirty sun passes in my world and by that time you will be fully mine. You will mourn for my touch and suffer until your moon rises and returns you to me." He said seductively.

Feral shuddered but not in fear. Bloodnor's body pressed against his was making him hot and needy. It was soo wrong and he hated it but he could do nothing to stop it from happening.

The King leaned close and kissed the Kat passionately. Feral moaned and writhed against the hard body. The King magicked his and Feral's clothes off then wrapped his paws under the Kat's buttocks and lifted urging the dark tom to wrap his legs around his waist.

Growling in hot desire, Feral complied then groaned when Bloodnor pierced him in one thrust. Setting a fast pace, the King pounded the Kat against the door until they both came in a fierce rush.

The lion's wings fanned the air for a moment as they regained their breath.

"Oh yes! You are truly a prize, my fierce warrior." Bloodnor growled darkly as he kissed Feral and began moving his hips once more. Another fiery climax later and Feral was limp and unable to stand. Bloodnor carried his consort to the bed and laid him down tenderly.

He'd chosen well. This Kat made his blood hot every time he touched him. He had to admit no other over the centuries had made him feel so alive. He knew he would be devastated if he lost this wonderful creature so he had to ensure Feral was thoroughly soaked in his scent, body, and magic if he were to keep him wholly his while the Kat was gone from him.

He climbed on the bed and rolled his consort over on his stomach. Beginning at the broad shoulders he kissed and nipped his way down the Kat's body. Feral moaned and writhed under him until he couldn't stand the teasing. Raising his hips then tail in invitation, the King accepted by licking the now dripping offering making Feral cry out and clutch the bedding under his claws. The lion brought Feral to another screaming climax. While the Kat was still quivering from it, Bloodnor mounted him and thrust deeply into his consort's hot core, then took Feral's ruff firmly. Thrusting with a hard, fast rhythm, he pushed Feral forcefully enough to make his arms collapse then pushed his face into the bedding repeatedly.

He wished he could make this last...the sheer thrill of dominating his strong willed consort was intoxicating but Feral's approaching climax was squeezing him tightly. Minutes later the end came. Feral screamed and clenched down, Bloodnor thrust one more time before giving it up and roaring.

They collapsed to the bed in a sweaty heap. The King recovered first, purring and nuzzling the Kat's neck for a few languid minutes before sighing and removing himself reluctantly from his consort's body.

"As much as I truly wish to continue this I have a kingdom to run. Rest! I'll have food brought to you. You have books to study so I will leave you alone to do so and see you at evening meal. Perhaps by then, you will have come to accept what you cannot change and not repeat the scene you caused at mid meal." Bloodnor ordered with a hint of warning in his voice as he gestured at himself, making clothes reappear on his body. Giving his consort another lingering look he turned abruptly, opened the door and left.

Feral lay limp, hatred burning in his eyes while on the other side of the portal a strange cluster of experts stood before it still trying desperately to understand it.

"We've ruled out many things but unless someone is willing to go through it, I truly don't see how we can rescue the Commander." The tired voice of Dr. Ohm intoned.

It was hours after the full moon had set since Feral disappeared. T-Bone leaned against the Turbokat in mindless boredom as he had from the beginning. He was no scientist but he remained in case someone needed him to retrieve yet another egghead or equipment and his own partner wasn't a slouch in the smarts department so was also trying to solve the riddle of the portal. When Dr. Ohm voiced his opinion though, he felt compelled to answer that rather veiled challenge.

"There's no way we'll volunteer to go into that thing. I may hate Feral but it has nothing to do with that. There's no certainty that we wouldn't be lost in there as well and I, for one, refuse to leave the city defenseless. On that, no matter how we feel about each other, Feral would agree." He said flatly.

"No one is suggesting that you do so, T-Bone." Professor Hackle said soothingly.

"Unfortunately, there seems to be nothing we can actually do to the portal and no telling what might happen to Feral if we did." Razor said in frustration. "I guess the only thing we can do is keep a watch on this thing. Since it hasn't vanished, perhaps whoever or whatever took Feral may return him. Until then we need to make sure nothing happens to it."

"Don't worry about that, SWAT Kat, the enforcers have no intention of leaving this thing unguarded. A detachment will be kept here round the clock." The Sergeant interjected sharply. He had been staying close by when Steele had returned to headquarters. He was determined not to leave while his Commander was missing.

"I'm glad to know that Sergeant." Hackle told the officer then turned to the smaller SWAT Kat. "I'm afraid you are right, Razor. However, some of us are going to stay and research this for a while longer before seeking our beds. A fresh look in the morning may offer some new insight. If anything should happen I will let you know." Professor Hackle said with a sigh. He'd been made pro tem leader on this affair by the other scientists.

"Sounds good to me!" T-Bone said in relief.

"I want to study this thing too but I'd better get some sleep first," Razor said smothering a yawn. "Here Professor, use this to reach us," He added handing Hackle one of his communicators then he and T-Bone turned and left.

Within minutes the Turbokat was airborne and heading for its hidden hangar.

On Celestor, Feral sat on the bed stewing, his mind worked furiously on how to save himself from a life of servitude to Bloodnor. He had stared at the books on the desk nearby, 'would they hold an answer,' he wondered.

He was sore and he loathed the scent that coated his fur. Perhaps he should take a quick bath before beginning his studies. Bloodnor hadn't forbidden him leaving his room so he crawled off the bed.

He stood indecisively in the middle of the room. 'How do I get clothes? I refuse to just parade around naked no matter how much the King would like to see me that way.' Feral thought in annoyance. 'Hmm, I'm supposed to be able to do magic and Bloodnor says mines strong sooo...' Feral concentrated on having clothes on.

He kept it simple and thought of the robe he'd had on before. He felt something on his body moments later and shot his eyes open. To his pleased surprise he was wearing the robe. He stood there fingering it as his mind raced ahead to what this could mean in terms of escaping here.

With his mind on possible ways this could aid him in returning home while also keeping him sane and safe till he could do so, he tied the sash to the robe and slipped out of the room. He remembered the route Gutaire had taken so made his way to the bathing room.

Still distracted with his thoughts of escape, Feral paid no heed to the others using the pool. He dropped the robe on a chair nearby and slipped into the water. He quickly grabbed a bottle of what he recognized as holding a liquid kind of soap and began to wash himself. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that it took some minutes for him to hear the increasingly loud laughter. Focusing his attention on the other bathers, he frowned in confusion. They were pointing at him. Looking down he realized in horror, that his fur was now a bright red. He poured out the bottle he was using and a red dye spilled out.

He scowled angrily. He knew that the harem would try something on him...he'd warned himself of that in the beginning...but here he was allowing himself to be distracted when he had no friends only enemies. He could count himself lucky that they chose a harmless trick.

He flicked his furious gaze upon the miscreants.

One of them gave him angry eyes and a malicious smirk. "Wait till the King sees you! He will punish you severely for allowing yourself to be caught off guard." She said viciously.

Feral blinked and a cold fear raced down his spine. It might have been a minor prank but its consequences were far more than he had realized. Bloodnor would indeed be furious at him and though he could point the finger at the guilty party, it would be he that would suffer Bloodnor's anger.

He turned away from the harem and stared hard at the opposite wall. 'Think! Don't panic! You can find a way out of this!' He hissed to himself. 'If I was able to make a robe appear why couldn't I make this dye disappear. He paused in deep thought. 'Magic is very tricky stuff, I might accidentally removed my fur along with the dye sooo... obviously I have to be very specific about my request.'

Clearing his mind, he carefully thought only of having the red dye removed from his fur then initiated the magic within him to accomplish it. A gasp from behind him, made him open his eyes and look down. He grinned in relief, his fur was back to normal. The smile vanished from his face as he quickly ducked down and rinsed off.

Rather than go to the stairs and pass the harem again, he levered himself up out of the pool where he was. His muscles rippled as he smoothly climbed out. He glanced toward the pool as he dried off quickly and noted a few looks of admiration and a few of lust and still others with fury in their eyes. Hopefully, his demonstration of magic and his strong body would make the miscreants think twice about messing with him again but he really doubted it

He needed to be on his guard at all times. He reached for his robe and slipped it on then left the bathing room without a backward glance though, this time, he was alert for any more trickery by them.

He returned to the King's room to find food had been brought in his absence. His stomach growled hungrily and he made quick work of the meal before settling in a chair in front of the fireplace and going through the books Aumire had given him.