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2008 Gren Drake I actually wrote this a couple of ways after I wrote Grooming Session_, I just forgot to post it. So now, without further delay, the story:_ Re Vataen stood, his limbs trembling slightly. The supper spread from which he had taken the last meal of his day remained on the table for the servants to clear away. That there was much food remaining did not bother him; the servants would eat after he had left the room and anything that remained after that they would take home to their own families. His wife had finished eating before he had, and had excused herself to prepare for her evening outing. Now he left the room. Not following her, but instead walking out to the veranda. Here he sat on a low bench, stretching his legs and tail out in front of him and looking out at the sky. It was denied to him. For thirty years now it had been denied to him. Despite the vigorous exercises the doctors had prescribed to him his wings had weakened to the point that they could not always hold him and that, despite a couple of quick flights he'd taken shortly thereafter, had been the end of his flying days. How many more years until his legs would no longer support him? Nothing scared him so much anymore as being unable to move around on his own. Not the worst punishment the Church of Vaere could dole out for his sins nor death itself struck fear into him as his own disability did. As he gazed out at the slowly darkening sky he could hear the clicking of claws behind him. Even without looking he knew it was Va Mawtne. He had expected her to come out before she needed to leave. "Is not the sky beautiful this night, my wife?" he asked. She had never seemed to appreciate the sunset, but then, the sky still belonged to her. "It is beautiful, my beloved," she replied. Her tone, however, belied her words. The end of the day meant nothing for her save that it would soon be too dark to fly. "Will you remain to stare at it, or will you come inside and perhaps find your bed early this night?" Re Vataen did not take his eyes from the sky. He had not missed her unsubtle hint, but despite of decades of marriage, she did not really know him, let alone understand him. "I shall remain here and watch the sun's death. Please, do not fear for me. I will see you on the morrow." He had watched the sun set almost every night for thirty years, and he would do so tonight as well. Turning towards his wife, he continued. "I am not so poorly off that I cannot manage one night on my own." He smiled slightly when he saw her standing there in her semi-formal dress, nearly prepared for her departure. It was a bitter smile, in recognition that he would not look that fine again until he died. She would, he knew, misunderstand. Maybe she would even think it sweet. "I fear for you," Va Mawtne said. "Should I have the servants stay later? We can afford to pay them extra for their time." He returned his eyes to the sunset. He understood what she meant. In their time together they had barely known each other as husband and wife, nor did they really know each other as friends. What she feared was becoming a young widow. "I don't mind. In fact, tell them to leave early. I do not need anyone to watch me limp. Please, pay me no mind. Enjoy the ball." Va Mawtne returned into their shared home. She worried far more about his health than he did, far more than she should. He would live until he died, and no amount of worrying would extend that even a minute. It wasn't long before he heard footsteps again. The servants departed, taking flight from the edge of the veranda. Not far behind them the house guardian, the jiruan, wandered out. It walked up next to him, seeming all the more immense for Re Vataen's slouched posture. It glanced at him and he grinned back at the beast. Reaching up, he slid his hands around the creature's head, pulling it down far enough that he was able to give the end of its blunt muzzle a quick lick, a promise of what would come later. He whispered "I think you will enjoy tonight as much as I," in one ear. He gave it another quick lick before letting go of the creature's head. What the creature had cost him he did not like to think about, but through pity of the disabled, and the secrets he knew, and the money he'd saved, it had become his. Jiruan were the product of centuries of selective breeding, and were not an uncommon sight around homes of all classes. The thick feline build, though reminiscent of some of the carnivores on the continent to the south, owed its creation instead to the patient people who had overseen every aspect of its breeding for so long. The vivid color patterns in its fur made it visible to potential thieves early, encouraging them to find other homes to empty. Sharp fangs and claws backed up this encouragement, and many a thief had gotten a trip to the hospital rather than a court room because of them. Behind the creature, a short tail swished, showing no sign of the aggression the beast was capable of. This jiruan was different than most of those guarding homes, however. Precious few jiruan ever left the breeding labs without being desexed. This not only gave them a more stable temperament, but it also made it more difficult for competitors to establish their own breeding lines of the creatures. Unlike its compatriots, this jiruan was male. And for the past couple of months, it had been becoming increasingly obviously so. He had expected his wife to say something about this, and had long ago prepared his excuses. Strangely, though, she seemed oblivious of the creature's nature, not seeming to realize it was male, nor that it was intact. And this was despite being the one responsible for the creature's cleaning and care. It was a mystery he was likely never to solve. He doubted that even Va Mawtne was naive enough not to have realized. The jiruan stretched out beside him and he tossed an arm over the creature's shoulders, scratching at the base of its more distant ear, and even tucked his nuzzle under the creature's neck, breathing in its scent. He had spent far more time in the company of the jiruan in the year or so since they'd gotten it then he had in the company of other people; his condition had long limited the amount of outside contact he was able to get. It was only in the past few days, however, that he had realized he had come to genuinely love the animal, a deep love he had not felt in a long time. This passion neither puzzled nor bothered him. Rather, it reassured him. When he thought of the animal, he knew he had made the right decision, that his favors and money had been well spent. It had been almost fifty years since he'd felt this way last. Years before this marriage. It had been his cousin, Re Kamae, who had inspired the emotion. It had been the first time his cousin had mounted him, when his cousin had first talked him into sin, that he had realized it. They had spent much of the next few years together, their love lasting until the Church had convicted Re Kamae of 'unnatural crimes' and exiled him. His cousin had revealed a surprising number of liaisons in court, but for whatever reason, Re Vataen had not come up. He liked to think his cousin had withheld his name out of love, but was honest enough to know it could have as easily slipped Re Kamae's mind. Re Vataen shifted closer to the jiruan. "You will never tell, never reveal. You will not be accused, your actions not analyzed. Nobody need know what you do in the night." Hearing the click of claws once more, he straightened. Va Mawtne walked onto the veranda once more. "Goodnight, my husband," she said. "Goodnight, my wife," he replied. With a smooth effort of her legs, she pushed herself into the air, her wings snapping open, catching her, holding her aloft as she soon disappeared. He watched as she left, so full of life, so alive. Oh, to be alive! Though he was finally alone, Re Vataen did not rush. He remained where he was until the sun had finally set, casting the landscape into a deep darkness that would make even the shortest flight dangerous. No one would be arriving until the sun started to rise and the darkness was lifted. He made his way back inside, stopping inside the entrance hall. There was no point in going further; the jiruan's radio collar would prevent it from following him inside and his stash of supplies was here. The first thing he fetched was one of the thick, firm cushions that were in the corner of the room. These both gave the jiruan somewhere pleasant to rest, and gave guests somewhere to sit if they needed to wash their feet when entering. This cushion he placed in the middle of the entrance hall. From behind one of the statues that framed the inner doorway of the hall, he moved a single loose tile. Beneath that was a small compartment he had secretly arranged to have installed when he'd had the hall remodeled. This compartment held a couple items that were very important. The first was a large bottle of oil. This he had gotten through the simple expedient of having one of the servants purchase an extra bottle when at the market, and later stealing it from the pantry. The oil was the first thing his cousin had taught him all those years ago. Without it, a romantic night could quickly become otherwise. The other item of interest was a large towel, and this he left there for the moment. He would not need it until afterwards. These were not the only items he had in the compartment. Everything he wanted to keep secret was stashed there. The only other thing he thought of at the time, however, was the other leather radio collar. Many was the night he had secretly masturbated to the idea of wearing it, or having his wife wear it. He didn't dare actually put it on, even when alone, however. The collars were sometimes used to restrain prisoners and were designed to be impossible to take off by one's self. With a final glance into the darkness outside, Re Vataen decided he was ready. He quickly removed his clothing, folding it and placing it just inside the compartment. Then he laid on his back on the cushion with the bottle of oil in his hand. He poured a liberal amount over his ass, and over his hands, then proceeded to work the oil in, pressing it into his ass with the pads of his fingers, careful that his claws never slipped inside. That would be difficult to explain at the hospital. It was several minutes before he was satisfied with how the oil was spread. It felt like far more than necessary, but he knew it was better to use too much than not enough and the oil was cheap and easy to replace. "Jiruan." he said. "Come." The creature looked at him as it walked over to him. There was no command for the creature to mate, and he would not have asked for it even if there was. He did not want anyone to know what he had intended. With one hand he reached below the creature's belly, softly stroking its sheath, momentarily cupping its balls, feeling the heavy orbs within. It was not a familiar feeling; his own testicles were buried within his body, beyond any easy reach. He enjoyed the sensation of the animal's sack in his hands, though. His other hand guided the jiruan's head towards his belly. He could already feel himself becoming erect, his cock exposing itself to rest on his well-oiled fur, and feeling the chilled night air against its flesh. He shivered, but knew that he would soon have the jiruan keeping him warm. The animal licked his cock, its tongue moving with agonizing slowness. Re Vataen's cock throbbed with desire, and he could feel himself already nearing climax. Too soon; he stopped the creature before reaching that point. For several moments he fought his body's desire to finish the act, to reach climax. The jiruan's penis was now hard and erect as it was going to be. The beast was already humping against his hand. Not wanting the creature to reach its climax yet, Re Vataen removed his hand. He gently pressed against the creature's flank, encouraging its eager hips to be over his own. The creature moved without complaint, and soon it was aligned with Re Vataen's body, its cock laying at the base of his own. There was no need for Re Vataen to tell the jiruan what to do next. It put its forepaws on either side of his stomach and it began to thrust. These thrusts ran along his belly, sliding through the oil he'd spread. With one hand he guided the creature's cock down just enough that it was able to enter him. The jiruan seemed to immediately realize it had found its mark and thrust violently into Re Vataen. He gasped, strangling a scream, as the creature forced him open. For a moment he felt fear, regret that he had begun this, but then the pain subsided as his muscles loosened. He had forgotten how much it would hurt, and it had not occurred to him that his new lover would not think to be gentle. But no mind; he had enough of gentleness in normal life. It felt good to know the jiruan would take what it wanted with no accord to his own wishes. The creature was quickly stretching him out, reaching deeper than his long exiled cousin ever had. The beast acted with a single-minded passion that would have stirred Re Vataen's loins had he not already been aroused. He relaxed against the cushion, partially closing his eyes and allowing the sensations to overcome him, to feel his body being used with no care for himself. The only thing he saw was his lover's face, bits of drool dripping from between its teeth to soak into his fur. He could not remember being so hard, or feeling so much passion for his lover. The animal's thrusts were becoming harder and faster. It was slowly approaching its climax; slowly, but still too fast for his liking. He had been chaste for far too long and he wanted this moment to last forever. As it thrusted, the jiruan's belly fur brushed against his cock, an intense sensation, one that brought his own climax closer and closer. Every thrust it seemed as though the next brush of that fur would bring his own climax, but it was never enough. Close as it brought him, it did not give him relief. His mind boiled with the intensity of the sensations; he tossed his head back, his eyes closed and his back arching, pressing his cock against the creature's belly more firmly, but still he did not reach climax. Without his thinking about it, he touched his cock, and that was finally enough. Re Vataen's body tensed; his back arching even further, feeling like it was about to snap. His muscles spasmed, his arms clenching against his sides even as his wings spread out, pressing against the walls of the entrance hall. His seed shot out of his cock, splattering against the bottom of the jiruan's head, and against his own chest and neck. The jiruan was not done. Its hips were moving even faster than before. He knew he'd be sore later, but at the moment he felt all the aches and pains of years of disability flowing out from his body, leaving him more relaxed, more satisfied than he had been in decades. Already his cock was becoming firm once more, rising for an encore. He worked it with his hands, this time, feeling himself build to a climax even faster than before. It was only moments before a second load of semen splattered across his and his lover's body's. As his mind settled from this second orgasm, he could feel that the jiruan's thrusting had reached a fever-pitch. Its muscles tensed; the skin on its face pulled back in a grimace that made it seem as though the creature were about to attack. With a single, final thrust, it rammed its cock as deeply into Re Vataen as it could and he knew that it was filling him with its seed. As far as the beast knew or cared, he was a female jiruan and was rapidly becoming impregnated with its young. Re Vataen was neither female, nor a jiruan. He could not be impregnated by his lover. Yet, as the beast filled him with its seed, he pretended to himself that he was both, and that soon his belly would be filled with the feeling of infant jiruan. When the animal withdrew from him he felt a moment of disappointment that he was none of these things. It was an odd thing for him to desire, really, to be impregnated with an animal's young. He wondered where the desire had come from; he had not felt anything like it when he'd lain with his cousin. Once the creature had dismounted, he returned the oil and fetched the towel. Quickly cleaning himself off as much as he could without a bath, the jiruan approached him, making him pause. He feared for a moment that it wanted a second round, which he doubted he would enjoy-already he was stiff and sore-but the creature quickly proved its intentions were otherwise. Its teeth gripped his neck, the points only pushing into his skin, not doing him any harm. Suspecting what the creature was doing, Re Vataen dropped the towel into the secret compartment and kicked the floor tile back into place. Then the animal was pulling at him, and he was forced to go along with it if he wanted to keep the skin on the back of his neck. He was pulled across the floor to where the pile of cushions formed the animal's bed in the corner of the room. There was no point in resisting. He would need to wait until it let go of him before he would be able to escape. Once the animal had gotten to the middle of the cushions, it flopped onto its side, pulling Re Vataen over onto it. The creature wrapped its legs around him, holding him and curling around him. Although it released its grip on his neck, every time Re Vataen tried to move it growled at him, and tightened the grip it had with its legs. Re Vataen worried; he was tired enough now that if he couldn't get free within a few minutes it was likely he would fall asleep with the animal. Sleep, however, came much more quickly than escape, and it was not long before he was sleeping while pressed up against the beast. Va Mawtne arrived about a half hour after sun up. She noticed him curled up with the jiruan almost immediately. "My husband," she called, loud enough to wake him up. "What are you doing?" "Ah, my wife," He said. "I was, that is..." It was an embarrassing situation, and one he could think of no explanation for; what reason could he give for sleeping with an animal rather than in his own bed? His wife shook her head. "Never mind; just get dressed and come inside before the servant's arrive, for Vaere's sake!"

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