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Jon-Tom, aka Dasher, took the job without pay. This got him even more strange looks. He refused to elaborate on his reasons. The fact was, there were about seventy three of them, all ladies on the palace staff. He had met many of them before, and so, like he had done with his children, he placed faces with names seemingly out of thin air. Their faces weren't the only thing he was interested in. They had been interested in him when he was a human, back in the day. Now that he was a cheetah, they seemed even more interested. But in all of this, he was working on staying out of any entanglements with the last three; Roseroar and the cubs. He didn't care what Eve said, it wasn't right.

His new job was essentially that of a nanny. The girls had a tutor for learning the necessary details necessary in eventually running the kingdom. They were considered too young yet to learn sword play, but he felt differently. With his present knowledge and body, he would have no difficulty in teaching them how to handle themselves. In this world, any female who couldn't defend herself was just asking for trouble. He could find no suitable dull edged blades in the armory, so he simply spelled up a couple of them. Each had a tiger's head pommel, and was perfectly balanced for their smaller limbs. It hardly mattered that Jon-Tom himself had never been much of a swordsman, the information he needed was in his head. This body was beyond superior for anything he wished to do with it, even things he never done in the past. A few practice swings against the best in the royal guard told him that. The poor puma's blade went sailing in the air after thirty seconds.

Their early lessons were more focused on fun and games than serious practice. He wanted them to be familiar with the objects in their hands, not worrying about winning or losing. There would be time enough for that later. The girls enjoyed their bouts, right up until one of them got hurt. It was never anything serious, and for some reason, when he kissed the injured affected part, the pain went magically away. Over the passing months, they grew proficient at handling the mock-ups and he went one step further and honed the edge of the blades.

He had them practice against dummies before allowing them to combat each other. There were a few inevitable cuts and nicks, but his kisses made them go away too. Little Bastet mentioned it one day. "You know Uncle Dasher, it feels nice when you kiss my cuts. How do you make them go away like that?" He smiled down at her. "I'll tell you both, if you promise not to tell anyone else." They held up their paws. "We promise!" He sat down next to them. "A long time ago, I met up with a unicorn. Now this unicorn gave me this healing power, under the rule that I help anyone who needed it." Selif tugged on his shirt. "Are you telling the truth?" He grinned broadly. "Well, mostly. There was no stipulation about how I was to use it, but yes, I did get it from a unicorn." That night they both went to sleep dreaming of horses with horns.

After a while, he added other weapons to their repertoire. One was the quarterstaff, much like he used to carry. Since it was essential a branch, which could be culled out of any woods, it was an ideal item to learn. A sword had to be forged, but a staff could be found nearly anywhere. You never knew when you might find it handy. The girls were good at it, but there were more than a few bruises. Poor Bastet got the worst of it one day when she went to jump out of the way of her sister's upward swing and got caught smack in the middle of the legs. She collapsed in a world of pain. He ran forward, pulled up her dress and looked over the damage. He decided that kissing this boo-boo was a no-no, so he laid his hand and willed it to heal. When he was done, he went to pull his hand away. Hers was holding his in place.

The tears of pain were replaced by eyes wide with wonder. She took his hand and gently rubbed it up and down her crotch. "Uncle Dasher, do it again. Make it tingle!" He looked around, and outside of her sister, no one was visible. "Oh alright child. This once. She lay back and he ran a touch of pleasurable power into her loins. It was apparently too much for she lifted off the stones in an orgasm that was very nearly painful to watch. She fell back down in a heap. The next thing he knew, Selif was standing in front of him, eyes wide. "Whatever you did Uncle Dasher, do it to me too! Please?" Twins! "Alright dear. Lay down." He snaked his hand up her dress and found her soft little cunt. A brief blast of power did the same to her, and she too arched up off the pavement before dropping back down. He sat with them until they recovered.

Bastet opened an eye. "Uncle Dasher, that was super great. Can we do it again?" He smiled down at her, his eyes full of love. "No. This is not something that I do for no reason. You were hurting, and I made it feel better. Your sister deserved to know what you experienced. But you will have to wait until you are older to fully experience what this is all about." Both girls pouted a bit, but quickly recovered their normal high spirits and headed into the palace. Jon-Tom couldn't help feeling a bit dirty.

As time went on he began adding other things to their lessons. He schooled them on other places besides Colivra. He told them of the great war with the insects, told them of the giant spiders, and the great oceans. They both grew excited when he mentioned the last bit. "Oh, oh, oh! We know about the great water. Mama crossed it once on a magic boat!" Jon-Tom was curious what Roseroar had told them. "Why did your mother cross the ocean? I wouldn't think a princess would be allowed to do that." The answer was less than the truth, but more precise than he figured Roseroar would have told them. "Momma went with a wizard and an otter. The went to retrieve some magic medicine for another wizard. She said it was a wonderful adventure. She says her trip back home was better. She said she'd tell us about it when we were older."

The cheetah was curious. "Wizards you say. I've heard a few things about them. Did your mother approve of this one?" The girls looked at each other before answering. "She says he was nice. She must have liked him, for she had a statue but out in the square." He knew the one of which they spoke. It was a fantastic piece. "Where is this statue girls? I would be curious to see it." They jumped up and each took a hand. "Come on, we'll show you." They made their way through the crowds until they arrived at it. It was as he remembered it. Whoever had constructed it had done a wonderful piece of work. He had wondered before who had created such a sculpture.

"Hey girls, which of your craftsman created this wonderful monument?" They giggled. "Everyone here knows that. Momma commissioned another wizard to make it." His brain kicked into overdrive. "And her name was Mihandra?" The girls clapped. "See, we knew you knew the story." So many things fell into place. The statue looked more like it had been molded rather than carved. The orang's talent would have been hard pressed to complete this job, but it looked fantastic. She even incorporated a spell to fill in important details of his life. How she had managed that he didn't know. He remembered a few more lines the first time he had seen it, those years ago, now in the future. He would have to look her up sometime and see how she was doing.

They walked back to the palace. The girls would have been in no danger from any of the citizens, but with Dasher on hand, there was no doubt of their safety. He returned them to their mother, who gave him a low bow. He was immediately embarrassed. "Please your highness, it's not right for you to do that to one like me." She reached forward and grabbed his shirt and lifted him gently off the ground. "I do as I please Dasher. I give you the respect I feel you deserve. I've been watching what you have been doing with my daughters." Here he quailed a bit. "I wish I had had someone like you when I was their age." She set him back down. He smiled internally. Good ole Roseroar; she never disappointed. "I take your majesty's point. I'm glad you approve. Your daughters are a delight to teach. Some day I hope to have some just like them." The girls beamed at his praise.

The months accumulated into a year, and Jon-Tom, aka Dasher, nearly forgot that he had gone back in time. He fit into the family like a well worn glove. Over the passing time they grew up, relishing every moment they spent with him. He reciprocated in kind. But as they aged, they grew interested in other things. One of them was his love life. He made no secret of the time he spent with the various ladies to be found around the palace. They grew increasingly interested in what it entailed. He grew increasing reluctant to tell them. Selif got point blank in his face one day. It was then that he realized two things. The first was that the girls had gotten as tall as he. They would eventually outsize him. The second was that it was obvious she wasn't going to let the mater drop.

"Uncle Dasher, what's it like to make love? I've overheard the waiting ladies talk about how you are in bed. They say all sorts of nice things. Can you teach us about it?" He choked a little. "I can over the basics, but outside of that, your personal affairs are not for me to dabble in. That would require higher authority than I have, and I'm not stepping outside of my bounds!" He did sit down with then and discussed the concepts involved, trying his best not to sound like his fifth grade health teacher. On the other hand, he kept coming off like the narration of a porn video. There seemed to be no happy ground. But through it all the girls gave him rapt attention. It seemed they really were interested in other sorts of "sword play".

The matter was dropped, and over the following weeks, he relaxed. He was in no way ready for a full confrontation with the girls, even now that they had grown up some. They would likely take his reluctance as a rejection. He could hardly tell them the truth. Thus, when a confrontation did rear its ugly head, it was in no way what he expected.

He was called in one day to see Roseroar. She was in her private quarters, someplace he had not been since arriving here. She turned and smiled at him. "Please Dasher, have a seat. I would like to go over your progress with my daughters." He sat and leaned in, giving her his full attention. "Dasher, you have been a Godsend. My girls have had no father, and there is a reason behind that. If you were to ask, I would tell you. But allow me to say that it is for painful reasons that he is not here. You have been such a dahling and you are as much a part of the palace as anyone here. You have made an impression on the local ladies with your lovemaking. It's time you shared your skills."

He didn't know if he should jump for joy, or cringe. "What I believe madam is suggesting it highly irregular. It is not proper..." She was staring him down. "You know Dasher, I knew a male just like you. He was honorable to a fault. So allow me to remind you of something." She stood and hoisted him off the chair to stare into his eyes. "I am the princess. Some day I'll be king. No one argues with what I do, and what I do in my private life is no one's business whatsoever. Now if you wish to tell me you have no interest in bedding me, then spit it out." She gently dropped him in the chair. He could hardly contain his excitement.

"Your majesty, I did not mean any harm in my reluctance. I live by a code of chiverly that prohibits me from making such assumptions as you feel I should make. If you majesty wishes a union, then by all means I am willing. In fact, if you wish to know the truth, I more than willing. I find your majesty to be most lovely." She looked him up and down before giving him a smile. "Look Dasher, you need to quit calling me "your majesty". For one thing, I hate titles. Second of all, I think it would be easier for you to deal with me if we were on more equal terms. Therefore, I asked father to proclaim you a citizen of the kingdom, and the official protector of the royal household. You are now a knight. As such, your rank is elevated to the point that no one will question your connection with me, not that they were likely to anyway." He looked at her rippling muscles and understood why.

"You maj...Roseroar is too kind. This is more than I have ever asked for." The tigress looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "That's true. You are the most unique creature I have ever seen, save one. You give of your life like you have no use for it, not for money, nor glory, nor thanks. What's wrong with you Dasher?" He did his best to look hurt. "Madam wounds me. Do you assume that doing ones best to help others is not a reward in of its self?" She literally started purring. "You know cheetah, if I didn't know better, I would swear you were someone else inside that body." He gulped and put on his dumb face. That was nearly a mistake. "What does madam possibly mean?" She leaned in a sniffed. "I mean you are a lot like the man I let go. He was the noblest male I have ever encountered, and if I didn't know that he was still living in a tree in the Bellwoods, I would swear he had died and was reincarnated in you."

Before he could reply, she grabbed his paw. "And if you are so like him in that way, I'm hoping that you prove to be the dynamo in bed your reputation says you are." She pulled him into her bedchamber. This had escalated quickly! She was stripping off her clothes in a very ladylike manner, but in no way bashfully, and placing them on the stand. His heart filled with love, remembering her stripping off her armor that first night. Which got him thinking; he had best change the shape of his cock before she caught on. But the cat was out of the bag in regards to that. She was staring at him staring at her. He finally found words. "Your majesty is truly an insufficient title for one so lovely and graceful as yourself. Whomever this male was who left you, was either a fool or a far better person than I. You are beauty incarnate!" She nearly melted. "Look Dasher, if you're going to keep this up, lets get into bed before my knees give out. But get undressed first. I want to see this magical cock of yours!"

So she knew. He had to adjust for the various ladies, since some were fairly small. Eve had been right; some adults were small enough to be considered children by his standards. The jaguarundi that Roseroar had imitated during his first visit the the palace was one hell of a tight fit at half his regular size. The tigress could take the whole thing. He made a quick adjustment, giving himself plenty of bulk but modifying his shape so as not to be obvious. If there was one thing she would remember it was his cock. He pulled off his cloths and turned. The tigress let out a purr and stuck out her paw. "Get into bed, dahling! I haven't had sex in a good long while. I think you have just what'll reach the deepest itches!"

She pulled him up and on top. There wasn't anything shy about his tigress. He buried his face in her fur, reveling in the close contact that he had had only once since they had parted. Her scent was already driving him crazy and his cock was hard as steel. She could feel it pressing against her belly and shuddered with expectation. He fought back the urge to dive in, instead giving her little kisses and licks with his tongue. After five or so minutes, the poor tigress was squirming all over the bed. He then slid into her wet hole. She was well lubed and ready to go. Once inside, he upped his size and length, until she was filled from front to back. She groaned. He was so horny he wanted to blow right then, but held it back. This was a dish best savored for a long time.

He started his thrusts slow and deep, making certain to reach as far as he could before pulling back. He applied a little power to his cock, spreading a wonderful sensation deep into her body. He could feel her claws gripping his shoulders and was thankful for having the ability to heal. He had a feeling that once he really let loose, those claws were going to be halfway to his clavicles before they stopped. He spent a hour, just gently rocking back and forth. All the while, she lay there with a dreamy smile, punctuated occasionally by something a little more focused as he hit a particularly sensual spot. He could feel the beginning of an orgasm in her, and started to pick up speed in his motions. As a cheetah, he could generate some amazing friction. In thirty seconds time he was moving so fast he was a blur, and Roseroar was screaming in ecstasy. She clamped down tight around him, but he shrunk his size marginally so that he could keep moving. She came like a runaway train engine and he followed right behind her, blowing his load in deep. Sure enough, as he relaxed back against her chest, he could feel claws sunk in deeply into his shoulders.

She was out like a light. Her body was still twitchy, her lovely little contractions massaging his cock like a set of nimble fingers. Since he was still hard (impotence had never been a problem, so why should it start now?) he started moving again. He had to fight the urge to change back to himself. If they had met again, he would have picked that up from her during their last meetings. That meant that he would have to remain as he was, a counterfeit likeness of her one true love. But while he might not be able to show his true form, he could show his true love. He adjusted his cock so the head was too large to slide out.

When she awoke, in a bit of a daze, she felt like someone was pumping her insides with a small tree. She would have liked to comment, but the feeling was driving her crazy. It a matter of no time at all she came again, and he did his best to fill her as full as he could. This time, when she eased back into a comatose state, he pulled out. The gush of fluids was impressive. In an instant he spelled it away. No point in messing up the bed just yet! He slid in along next to her, willing his shoulders to heal. Sighing, he inhaled deeply of her wonderful aroma and he fell asleep too.

Come morning, he was still curled up next to her. He hadn't slept for very long. Since he didn't really need it any more, he spent the time absorbing everything he could about her. He wanted every breath he took to be filled with memories of her. He wasn't sure how long he had with her, since Eve had not filled him in on the details. The fact was, he wasn't going to go without having his fill. He may be on par with the goddess, but the things he liked were the ones just like this.

The tigress rumbled out a yawn and opened her eyes. They were unfocused at first, but then she remembered last night. She sat up and looked around and then down. He was looking up at her dreamily. Her eyes narrowed a bit. "There is more to you than meets the eye. I showed you mine, now show me yours!" He nearly busted out laughing. "My dear, I did show you; last night. As I told your daughters, I was graced with some special powers from a unicorn I met up once upon a time. I can heal with a touch, and I can make some adjustments to my person, as you have seen." She reached out and pulled him in close. "Healing huh? Like having a building fall on you and managing to survive?" He looked sheepish. "Yes, just like that."

She pulled him up and sat him on her lap, and stared down into his eyes. "Look Dasher, you know who you are, don't you? You always have. Don't speak; let me finish. I can tell about people. I trust you. If you feel that you need to hide who you are, then so be it. I get having secrets. All at once she turned into the cheetah again. He was now looking straight into her eyes. "Understand my good friend that you mean a lot to this family. Never once have you done anything to draw suspicion to yourself. If there was something you would have wanted, then you could have had it. Therefore, I feel that there is only one reason you're here." He gulped. She figured it out.

She smiled hugely. "The only person who would care this much for me would be my Jon-Tom. Since he could not be here, he asked you instead. Don't worry," She said, holding a finger to his mouth, "I won't tell a soul." His heart drop back into his chest. "My lady, he was correct. You are an exquisite creature with a wise and lovely soul. I did not wish to bed you for I wished not to tarnish your opinion of him or myself. But if you ask me again, I will be here without question." She changed back to herself. "There are a few rules to gaining my bed. You will follow them carefully, but of course, you already do that. First off, tell me how my lover is doing?"

Ouch. But if she wanted to know, chances were, he had already told her what he was about to tell her. Wait, did that make sense? He went over it in his mind. Apparently it did. "Your husband has done as you have requested. He moved on with his life." She nodded. "Yes he did. This I know from another wizard who he slept with. I wondered that she was able to create such a likeness of him in that statue in the square. She knew not what the commission was until she arrived, carrying three kingdoms worth of gold and jewels he spelled up for me. But he had already given me the greatest gift of all, my girls." She looked into his eyes. "And he gave them back to me again when he sent you. They would have surely perished under that rubble. The were told to stay out of the old section. It was to be demolished that next day. Had you not been there..."

Tears were in his eyes. "Your maj..., errr, may I call you Rose?" She half smiled. "Certainly, if you wish. "Rose, they are fine. They will be fine. But you still have a heavy heart. I cannot be Jon-Tom, but I can do my best to be like him. If there is anything you want from me that is within my power to grant you, I will do it." She looked deep into his eyes again. He relished it. But what she asked was a little unexpected. "As of this moment forward, you are now my royal consort. As such you will answer to me and do my bidding only." That wasn't the tough part, for he answered yes without thinking. "Your first order of the day, after you satisfy me, is to teach my daughters everything you know about lovemaking. That means you will bed them without fear of retribution from anyone, even my father." Jon-Tom, aka Dasher, just found out why Eve was so keen on breaking him of his moral straight jacket. Not only was he going to be bedding youngsters, they were his own daughters.

"But your majesty!" he cried, reverting to the formal title, "what if they don't desire it?" She started laughing. "Girls!" she cried, "Come out!" From a side room came the young tigresses. They were eying Dasher quite familiarly. "Girls, this gentleman of a cat wonders if you are interested in bedding him. Tell him what you told me." Silef climbed right up on the bed with them. She purred in his ear. "I told mother that I won't mate with anyone else until I lost my virginity to Uncle Dasher. Since my word is inviolate, she knows that she must make it so, or else there will be no heir in the future, for my sister is of the same mind. Like it or not, Uncle Dasher, you have a couple of new bed partners. You got us hooked the day you gave us a taste of what it was like. We've been waiting ever since for you to show us the rest"

He had to console himself that technically, this wasn't incest. Apparently his body got the message, because he was getting a hard on. The girls noticed the rising red phallus right away. So did Roseroar. "OK. girls, first lesson. Go sit an watch the gentleman perform. After that, if I feel satisfied, I'll let you have a turn." Since he was stuck for it, he performed his duties as was expected. Three orgasms later, Roseroar was ready to cry "uncle" alright; whereas two young tigresses were squirming on very wet seats.