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_ Forging Rust _

by Reserved Rodent

co-authored with AJH

Chapter Three

On the Table, Squire

Early the next morning, wearing simple leggings and a sleeveless jerkin, Rust left the Squires' barracks and headed towards the smell of cooking meat. He gave a friendly nod to several wolf soldiers he walked past, and wished a hedgehog Knight a good morning as their paths crossed. The Knight was busily struggling with his armor and noisily calling for his Squire to "come help with the damn spines." Rust hid a smile.

"Squire Rusty!" Sid called as the rat's path took him past the fox, sat outside a Knight's tent.

"Good morning, Squire Sid," Rust gave a friendly wave as he drew near, his eyes taking in the heraldry on the tent.

The fox rose and gave his fellow Squire a pat on the shoulder as the rat paused in front of him. "Are you headed to the mess?"

"That I am. It's supposed to be a busy day."

Sid nodded. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Rust started strolling towards the mess again.

Walking eagerly with the rat, the fox grinned over. "My lord taught me to use a bow yesterday!"

"Very nice." The rat smiled and gave the fox a supportive pat on the shoulder. "How did you take to it? Are you one of those furs I hear about who are good shots the first time they pick up the weapon?"

The fox shrugged. "My first shot wasn't perfect, no. My lord says I'm too slight to use a sword, though. Says I'm better suited as a bowman." Sid let out a dry chuckle. "Your lord teaching you?"

Rust nodded, flexing his fingers as the pair reached the short line at the tent. "He's been focusing on my sword handling. I've been told I'm expected to learn all the weapons eventually."

"I don't think my lord has such aspirations for me, but I serve happily." The fox blushed, grabbing a tray and started to heap meat high.

"I am doing my best to live up to Lord Chase's expectations." Taking up a plate in each hand, Rust used a knife gripped in his tail to start heaping food on both of them. "I would be lying if I said I didn't worry about achieving what he expects from me."

The pair finished stacking their plates and headed out the tent silently. Sid's bushy tail twitched occasionally as they walked. As they turned for the alleyway back to their Lords' tents, the fox blushed. "D... Does your lord... spend time with you?"

Rust looked over at his fellow Squire, brows furrowed. "I would say yes, but I am not sure that would be answering the question you are actually trying to ask. He practices with me often and we spend a lot of time together in my training and education, but..." The rat's ears flicked. "I'm not sure why asking about that would make you blush so I can notice it under your orange fur."

Slowing his walk, Sid nodded gently as his blush grew more pronounced. "He... he's never... had you deal with his... needs?"

The rat's eyebrows raised and his ears flushed hot as he finally figured out what the fox meant. "No." Rust shook his head slightly. "He's been very... proper. He has not asked that of me. I would be happy to do that for him if he did ask. It would..." The rat's voice grew softer, dropping from the pair's quiet talk to a hint of a whisper only the fox could hear. "It would not be the first time I've done something like that."

The two furs had reached the point where they met this morning and stopped.

Sid whimpered softly and nodded, still blushing. "Mmh... well, this is my tent. N... nice talking to you Squire Rusty... come.. come say hi one evening after dismissal... okay?"

Rust smiled and nodded. "Sure. Absolutely. It's good to have you as a friend, Squire Sid."

The fox went inside his lord's tent, leaving the rat to take the handful of steps to take his master his morning meal.

Opening the tent flap with his tail, Rust stepped inside, his eyes adjusting quickly to the darker interior. The powerful lynx sat at his table, looking over a map of the region with several pins marking locations.

The rat looked around as he walked towards the Knight, noting that he was wearing a robe, tightly cinched by a cloth belt around his waist. "Good morning, sir. Where would you like your plate?"

Chase looked up, smiling absently. "Mhmm... on the table, Squire."

Rust paused, looking over the table for somewhere not covered by map, books, or other items he would worry about getting messy.

The lynx cleared a sheaf of papers off the large table and on to a smaller side table. "Did you sleep?"

Setting one plate down where his master cleared space, Rust nodded. "I slept well." The rat used his now free hand to grab a bite to eat from the meal he still held. "The stretches you taught me did indeed help me keep from cramping up last night. I ran through them again this morning before leaving the Squires' tent to help me wake up and keep from stiffening up."

"The armor..." The Knight's eyes were studying the map intently as his paw rubbed his jawline. "Will learn... your muscles..." he said absently.

The rat looked over the map as he continued to eat from his plate. His tail waved back and forth while his mind wondered back to what Sid had asked about earlier.

The lynx stood and pointed to a thin mountain pass on the map. "Our line of advance is blocked here. How do we get past it, Squire? Come, tell me."

With a quick flick of the ears and a step closer to examine the map, Rust focused his thoughts on his lord's question. "It looks like they are taking advantage of the land and some fortifications to hold that pass with a small number of troops. Enough to be effective at making any attempt to come straight at them costly without guarantee of victory."

Lord Chase watched his Squire as the rat defined the issue he was examining verbally.

"So we need to look for other avenues of attack. The map shows the lay of the land and major passages, but there's a lot of details that aren't shown. It might be worth the Brotherhood's time to chat with some of the trappers and hunters in that area of the mountains. They might be aware of some trails that could get a small force in position either above or behind the fortifications, making them much less useful for the barbarians."

Rust looked up, seeing his Lord's eyes peering at him closely.

"There's still plenty that could go wrong. The trappers asked might be loyal to the barbarians - though destructive as the invaders have been, I don't think that likely. Seems anyone you'd find would be more than happy to get rid of them and build up some favor from us. There might not be anything that would help, but better to ask and make sure, I figure. The defenses up there look so directional that even a small group could easily cause enough damage from inside to open them up and let the whole army breach the pass."

The lynx smiled, his long tail twitching. "A fine analysis, Squire. We will ride out and see if we can find anyone after breakfast." The Knight sat down again and started eating, smiling.

"Thank you, sir." Rust grinned back - happy at the praise. His ears twitched as he ate some more.

After taking a large bite and swallowing it down, the lynx sniffed the air lightly. "Something is different about you Squire. What is it?"

Rust grinned and chuckled a little bit as he put his empty plate on the table. "Um... I feel more confident about being your Squire than before. I'm not sure if that would affect my scent in a way you would notice, but it might affect my natural scent."

Lord Chase smiled and stood. Tossing his plate down casually, he walked over to the armor rack, idly examining one of the gauntlets. "More confident?"

The rat shrugged. "It's part of becoming more comfortable with the idea that I - a common rat who you found in the slave market - am your Squire. Realizing that I can do what you ask of me regularly."

Rust's paw reached up to rub the back of his neck. "I'm coming to realize that this isn't some elaborate trick or dream."

Chase's tail curled back and forth as he watched Rust start pacing.

"You told me last night that the fact I did not back down or look away from you led you to select me. I might be very good at putting on a brave face and holding my own, but that doesn't mean the fears and doubts are gone. It just means I am good at hiding them from others and moving on."

The rat paused by where he set his empty plate and tapped its rim with a finger. "Being told I don't have to fight for scraps to eat, being given personal training in how to shore up my weaknesses in fighting, being given complements when I do things well - all of that makes me more confident underneath the level I usually show. You might just be able to smell that."

The Knight rubbed his jawline again, but said nothing.

"I've also made friends with another Squire and... well... it's always an interesting learning experience here, since I grew up so far away from this kind of life."

Lord Chase laughed softly, nodding. "I'm glad to hear it, Squire. You're no slave here. Being a Knight's Squire is a high rank among the peasants. One day, I will make you a Knight by my own sword. If you survive and learn from me."

"I certainly hope to do both, sir." Rust smiled.

The smile slowly faded as his ears twitched.

The lynx watched his Squire with raised eyebrows.

"Um... May I ask you something that may be impertinent, sir?"

"You may. But keep in mind I have a sword within easy reach." The feline smiled, showing a single sharp fang. His scent and relaxed posture reassured the rat that Chase joked with him.

Still, Rust smelled a little nervous as he spoke. "The Squire I spoke with this morning seems a nice sort. That said... something came up in conversation that I had not been aware happened. I mean, I know that it happens in the world at large... I just... never imagined it happened with Knights and Squires. And maybe it is rare... but... Is it often that a Squire is asked to serve the needs of their Lord? Not as in fetching food, but as in helping them... relieve... their carnal urges.

The lynx padded silently back to his chair and sat down heavily enough to make the wood creak. His eyes never left the rat's gaze.

Chase said nothing.

"I apologize for bringing this up. I have revealed my simple country upbringing by being crass and will not broach the subject again, sir," the rat stammered, worried by the big feline's silence.

A soft smile touched the lynx's lips. He put his foot pads up, crossing them at the ankle. "It is a common thing. The campaigns are long and fighting alongside your lord and master breeds bonds between Knight and Squire. Myself... I find it... difficult to ask... A Squire has to offer... A lord cannot order that of a Squire if he considers him worthy of becoming a Knight of his banner."

Rust's brows furrowed and his ears folded back slightly as the rat thought over what his lord said. "That is a very admirable stance, sir. I am not sure if my new friend's lord shares that stance or not." The rat's right ear flicked forward. "You have mentioned having a Squire before me - one you raised to knighthood. Did he and you...?"

"That question certainly passes being impertinent." Chase grinned - but he shrugged. "That said, I will allow it. Yes. We did. Sir Royston carries my banner in the Delta campaigns now."

Ears almost glowing red at his lord's answer, Rust flicked them to try and cool them down. "I wasn't sure if my question was better or worse than directly asking if you enjoyed being with males."

The lynx let out a deep chuckle. "I think the term would be 'goes both ways', Squire. At this point, I could technically have you killed for you impertinence." Lord Chase flashed a toothy smile.

Rust nodded, standing straight. "I thank you for your mercy and will do my best to act in a way befitting your Squire, my lord." He met the lynx's eye, staring silently for a moment, then gave a slow nod. "I am... more than willing... to serve."

Being no fool, Chase instantly understood the rodent's offer. The Knight's large paw reached down and idly rubbed his crotch as he lounged in the wooden chair. "Is that so?"

"Yes, sir. You not only saved my life when you bought me in the slave auctions, you have given me an opportunity to make something meaningful of my life. I won't throw that away."

"Good man." Lord Chase smiled as he gave the tabard of his robe a firm tug, undoing it slightly.

The rat took a deep breath, his posture relaxing as he took in the newly released scents in the tent. "Thank you, sir."

The musk of the feline's sexual arousal grew stronger as he grinned at his Squire, tabard still firmly gripped in his paw.

Rust's own scent revealed his own attraction as he walked over to where his lord sat. The rat reached out a paw. "I would be happy to help you with this, if you desire." The rodent's tanned tail waved back and forth behind the rat. "Should probably take care of this before we head out on the road..."

The lynx nodded, still sitting with his feet propped up on the table. "Thank you, Squire. I could use a little release."

The rat's nimble fingers quickly finished what the firm tug began. With the heavy fabric of the robe undone fully, Lord Chase's fat sheath and balls were revealed in the crook of his thighs. A soft purr slowly rose from the feline's muscled throat.

The rat gently cupped and fondled the hefty sack. "You are very well endowed, sir." Whiskers wiggling, Rust bent down and sniffed the musky scrotum in his paw before running his nose up the sheath, breathing in and out slowly. His long pink tongue slipped from his gray furred muzzle to lick the tip of the Knight's sheath.

Chase groaned, his purr growing louder as his member swelled inside its furry protection. The warm, wet tongue continued to lap at the relaxing opening. "Thank you, Squire. I know you are too..."

Warm breath pulsed over the feline's crotch as Rust chuckled. "You had the benefit of seeing me naked in the slave market. This is my first time seeing you."

The rat pressed his tongue against his Lord's sheath, trying to get inside it. Instead, the pink, barbed tip of the Knight's member pushed out wetly. Chase groaned as his Squire began lapping at the exposed flesh. "Mmnnhh... You're a fine... figure... of a fur..."

Moaning around the growing cock in his maw, the rat used his tail to wriggle his leggings off while continuing to fondle the feline's large balls.

The lynx's happy groans grew louder as his member hardened to its full length, pulsing pre into the hungry mouth of his Squire. The feline unfolded his arms, reaching out to run a claw gently along a line of rust colored spots on the rat's gray furred cheek. "My Squire... Oh... Yes..."

Wet tongue wrapping around the thick shaft, Rust deep throated his lord's member fully, nose pressing hard against the feline's lower belly. Bobbing rapidly, slurping his saliva generously, the rat got his lord well lubricated before he pulled back and kissed the drooling tip.

"I think it's time for my riding lesson, sir." With a confident grin, the Squire stood up and threw his leg over the Knight's legs, mounting him like he would a horse. The rat positioned himself carefully, making sure the hard member nestled between his two furry cheeks, under his tail.

Another groan escaped Chase as his member slid up his Squire's crack. Grinning up, the lynx placed his paws on the rat's thighs. "You're making a great start. Sit nice and comfortably in the saddle."

Rust wiggled his hips, shifting slightly as his tail flexed, positioning the leaking tip against his puckered hole. "Mmhmmn. Very nice and..." The tip of Rust's tongue slipped out of the end of his muzzle as he lowered himself - opening and stretching around the barbed head of Chase's cock. "Comfortable..."

Chase seemed unable to make up his mind where to touch the rat, his paws scrabbling on the rodent's hips. Both furs groaned as Rust slid further down. The feline stroked the rats thighs, before finally settling on fondling the rodent's hefty balls.

"And now... Squire... It's a... nnng... case of getting... a good hold on the reins... and breaking in the saddle..."

The rat's hips rolled, gliding his rump up and down. Each time, a little more of the thick shaft made it past the tight sphincter and into the soft, warm interior of the Squire. "Ooohh... gentle patience... mmnnnff... works better than... ffffuck... forcing too fast... so good, sir." Rust's own shaft was free of its sheath, bouncing with the rhythm of the rodent's movements and leaking heavy, clear droplets of pre.

Groaning lowly, Chase reached between the rat's thighs, wrapping a paw around the leaking cock. "Uhhnnnn... yeah... so good... Good work... Squire... Uhhnnnnn!"

Panting heavily, Rust finally slid down far enough to envelop all of his lord's thick, long shaft inside him. Breathing deep, the rat remained sill. His hard member leaking while the feline groped him. "Mmmnnnggg... You fill me... so well... sir... I'm happy... to help you... this way before... our journey."

A feline paw, fur slick with rodent precum, reached up to cup Rust's jaw gently. A claw nicked his skin, drawing the tiniest bead of blood.

"You're... serving... so well..." The feline groaned out between soft gasps.

"Just getting started, sir" Rust began riding the feline again with long slow strokes - his internal muscles massaging the lynx's shaft as it journeyed in and out the rat's deep insides.

Lord Chase's groan rumbled through the tent as both his paws returned to fondling and jerking the rat's cock. "Mmmnnff! Since I... first saw you... always... hoped... you'd... be... like this... uuuhhnnng...with.. me..."

Rust's head leaned back, his nose pointing to the roof of the tent. "Oooohhhfffrg! I'm sssssso... mmmnnnn... very happy... aaaah! To finally... Oooohhh yes... do this... with someone... I respect..."

A squeak escaped the rat's throat, bringing a deep growl from the feline. The Knights paws gripped his Squire's hips, guiding the smaller fur's body up and down, hilting fully and slamming his barbed member into the prostate deep within his Squire over and over. "As... mmmrrrrk... it should be... a Squire... rrrmmmm... and his... lord... mutual... fucking... respect!" A lusty whine escaped the lynx as he struggled to keep from climaxing just yet.

Rust could not keep from squeaking every time his Lord thrust deep into him - the barbs and thick shaft over stimulating his prostate and insides. The rat's bouncing shaft spurted musky pre all over both their stomachs. "Mmmnnn... Lord Chase... please... give me your seed... I'm so... so close..."

Large tan furred paws gripped the rat's sweaty hips firmly as Chase pushed with his footpaws at the edge of the table - the new position allowing him to ram up and down, giving his Squire the deepest cock the lynx could. "NNGH!"

The rat cried out, shooting cum over the Knight's flattened ears and sweaty muzzle.

As Rust tightened around his member with each blast of his Squire's climax, Lord Chase howled and blasted his own seed deep inside the rat.

The follow-up shots of rodent cum made a mess as they landed on the lynx's face and chest. Rust could only moan as he shivered in ecstasy while being filled.

Chase licked the cum off his muzzle as both their climaxes dwindled to an end. "Mmmnng... fuck yes..."

His gray fur dark with sweat, Rust panted deeply, eyes struggling to focus. "Oh... fuck... thank you... I've never... had it so... very, very good, sir."

Moaning deeply, the lynx reached up and stroked the rat's cheek, smearing the bead of blood there. "Mmhh... you're a fine Squire... now... you'd best clean me."

Rust grinned. "Yes sir."

Without pulling off of his lord's member, the rat leaned forward and started lapping the lynx's ears clean of the fluid that landed there. Rust's tongue moved slowly across and down the feline's face, cleaning it from ears to neck.

The strong warrior closed his eyes and purred softly as his Squire licked down his neck and cleaned his chest. When the rodent had to pull off the Knights still firm member with a wet slurp, Chase let out a deep moan.

"I'm not your first?"

Rust's ears reddened, though he continued cleaning the lynx's belly fur. "No, sir. Far from it. I lost my virginity with one of the neighbor boys my age. While living in the city - before I got arrested - there were a few encounters... And it's best not to dwell on what happened in the slave pens."

The Squire began licking his Lord's cock and balls clean. Chase nodded at the rat's words as he rubbed at the rodent's gray furred neck. "Yes Squire, let's not." The feline's cock popped free of Rust's muzzle, shiny and clean.

"This... with you... was not only better because of my respect and desire for you, but also because... well... didn't have the awkward and painful parts of my first time." A few swipes of tongue cleared the last few drops that had reached Chase's thighs.

The Knight groaned and scratched his scarred chest. "Mmmnn... If you're done with my fur, wash yourself, then come and prepare my armor. I have something for you, too."

Rusty stood up and stretched his arms above his head, stretching his naked form to keep away any cramps. "Yes, sir."

With a smile, the naked rat walked to the tent's entrance, fur matted with both their cum, and stepped outside.