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Forging Rust

by Reserved Rodent

co-authored with AJH

Chapter Nine

Two horny males are fighting for dominance

The next morning, over an hour before the sun crested the mountains east of the camp, Rust entered Lord Chase's tent, using his tail to lower the flap back in place after he was through. The scent of cooked meat and eggs came from the two plates he balanced on the steaming mugs in his paws.

The big lynx still snored under his blankets, his sword in easy reach by the bed.

Not walking further into the tent, the rat cleared his throat.

The feline's ears twisted to point towards the rodent as Lord Chase continued to snore, letting out a soft snuffle.

"Sir, this is your early morning breakfast delivery. You requested I wake you up." The Squire padded over to place the food and drinks on the table. The aroma of a honey tea drifted from the steaming mugs as the rat considered how best to wake his lord without getting within range of the blade.

One of the lynx's icy blue eyes cracked open. The feline grunted. "Five more minutes..." A childish, petulant grin followed the words.

Smirking cheerfully, Rust shrugged. "That is up to you, my lord. You asked me to bring breakfast and wake you up. Your instructions said nothing about making you eat your food while it was still hot or keeping you awake. I can certainly alert you in five minutes if you wish."

The big lynx lifted his blankets, revealing his scarred and fully naked form where he laid on his side in bed. "Warmer in here, you know."

The Squire smiled and turned away. He slowly lifted his jerkin off, revealing his gray-furred back - lean and muscular with rust-colored highlights in the short fur. The tanned, furless tail swayed back and forth as the rodent took his time folding the garment before setting it on the table.

Both the Knight's eyes were wide open now, roaming over his young Squire. "Bring the food closer."

Rust grabbed the bench from beside the table and set it next to the bed, turning to get the plates and mugs.

"I smell the fox on you again."

Moving the meal to sit on the bench, the rat nodded. "I had another moment of weakness, sir. We were discrete."

"I'm sure you were." Chase still held the blanket up and smiled softly at his Squire.

Grinning back, the rat resumed stripping, slowly unfastening his belt and turning away. Stepping over to the table again, the rodent let his hips sway back and forth with every step. Rust bent over, shaking his hips to slowly lower the garment rather than letting it drop. His furry rump was revealed, plump cheeks jiggling slightly as they shook.

A low, quiet rumbling purr came from the lynx - the sound of a happy, horny male.

After finally stepping out of the leggings, the Squire folded them and set them with his jerkin. He turned around slowly as the feline smiled at him.

Padding over to the bed, the rat climbed in as the smiling feline scooted back to make room for the smaller male.

The lynx's paws snaked around the Squire's lithe, muscular body, letting the blanket fall over the pair. A soft moan escaped them both as Rust cuddled back against Chase.

"You're right, it is warmer, sir."

Purring softly, the feline gently lapped at the rodent's neck, tasting him. The aroused Knight's length slipped between gray-furred cheeks. "Does it surprise you that a high lord like me enjoys these moments, Squire?"

"These cuddles let us have close contact." Flexing his rump to squeeze the hard flesh in his crack, Rust petted the powerful arm around him. "Many furs enjoy touching others with no sexual tone to it. No matter what face a high lord must wear in public, it does not surprise me that he would want to experience intimate touching in private."

Chase nodded and kissed the rat's neck. "I chose you well..." One feline paw reached out to snatch a sausage from the plate of food. The meat was offered to the rodent.

Rust chuckled, then parted his lips and curled his long tongue around the sausage held in the lynx's fingers.

Grinning, the Knight carefully fed his Squire his breakfast while his member remained lodged in the smaller male's crack, throbbing gently with his heartbeat.

Rust happily ate what his lord fed him, his muscular cheeks flexing and releasing to massage the feline member between them.

Once the plate was clean, Chase rumbled and gently nipped the rat's neck, allowing the rodent to lick the grease from his fingers. His feline member started leaking pre when Rust sucked on Chase's fingers to get them fully cleaned. "Could I get my breakfast, please Squire?"

The rat's rump flexed and gently slid back and forth as he reached forward, grabbing bite-sized morsels from the plate to then hold over his shoulder to feed his lord.

Pre spread generously over Rust's pucker and the Knight's shaft slipped inside on the fourth bite the Squire brought back to his lord's mouth.

Moaning softly, the rat continued to feed the larger feline until the second plate was clean.

The lynx licked the last of the fat from the rodent's nimble fingers. "Mmnnn... good breakfast..." Lord Chase moaned as his member pushed fully inside Rust's rear.

"Happy to serve you... sir." Rust moaned, pushing back against the feline as his own member hardened from the pressure against his prostate.

The lynx moved one paw to the rodent's crotch, while his other held the smaller male's neck. As the sounds of the camp beginning to wake up grew outside the tent, Chase started to gently breed Rust under the blankets.

The feline could feel the moans his partner made, but the rat kept them soft, squeezing his ass to bring extra pleasure to the Lynx's slow, long thrusts. Purr rumbling in his chest, Chase showed no aggression as he made love to his Squire, simply whining and groaning at the feeling of warmth around his member.

The pair's tails wrapped around each other as the sweating males continued to rut. Musky scents mixed in the warm air of the tent, driving them to pick up the pace as they smelled each others' arousal.

Lord Chase gyrated his hips as his paws roamed over the rat's sweating body, feeling how his muscle mass had increased since Rust began his training. The rodent was more solid than the wiry thing he had been. One large paw slid across his chest, rubbing the hard nipples before moving down the rat's stomach to wrap around the rat's slick length.

Indeed, the Lynx was so focused that when Sid entered the tent, uninvited - and without knocking - he didn't stop thrusting.

"Lord Chase? A bear has arrived, claims he..." The fox spotted the two heads poking out from under the undulating blanket on the bed and froze. "Oh..."

Rust moaned as the Knight kept thrusting into his prostate. "Mmmmnnn... Cody... made it earlier.. than expected..." The rat turned his head back to lick at the large feline's shoulders and neck.

Chase's loving thrusts did not pause or slow. "Mmmnn... He can wait - I'm... busy..."

Sid, eyes wide and tail curled up between his legs - mortified at having come in to interrupt - knelt, knees in the dit, and stared at the flood.

"Your friend looks scared," the lynx chuckled.

Showing a great deal of flexibility, Rust managed to twist his torso enough to let his tongue lick the feline's ears as he whispered into them. "I... mmmnnn.... expect he's... not sure what to do... his ingrained sense of respect... ahh... ahhnnn... for your nobility... warring with... desire to... f... f... nnggghh... join in..."

Laughing, the lynx adjusted his angle to get in deeper. "Your... Nnnhhg... call..."

"Mmmnnn... you... wouldn't mind..." The rodent paused to let out a passionate squeak as one firm thrust ground into his hold, barbs digging into the sides of his tight hole. "Mmmnnn... oh... if he was involved?"

Shaking his head, Chase pushed even deeper. "We're...nnhhh... going to battle later..."

The Knight groaned. Sid whimpered in response.

"Why the hell not...?"

Moaning and clenching as his prostate got pounded, Rust's back arched as he tried to wave his friend closer. "Mmmnnn... you heard... mmffffk... come join in if you want."

Without pausing to consider, the fox scampered forward, slipping his head under the blanket to breathe the musky scent of both rutting males' sweaty balls before fastening his maw around the rat's member.

Rust groaned, his paws reaching back behind him to pet his lord where they could reach the thrusting lynx's body. The rat's tail slipped around him to slide under Sid's jerkin and rub the fox's chest and belly.

Chase started to gnaw on his Squire's shoulder, the feline's cock and balls beginning to swell as he approached his orgasm.

Sid whined and mewled, proving once again to Rust just how highly skilled he was with his muzzle.

"Ooooh..." Rust's ass slowly grew tighter as he fought off his own climax. "I'm close... both of you... So good..."

Chuckling, Chase let his pace build steadily as he continued to gnaw on the rat's neck and shoulder.

Sid's paws groped both of the other males' balls as he sucked on the rodent's slick member.

Rust moaned, his paws and tail continuing to stroke and touch the other males as he struggled to control his breathing.

With a low, long growl, the Knight suddenly discharged a thick load of cum into Rust's guts. The feline sighed contentedly as Sid squeezed his balls to empty them fully into the rodent.

Feeling the warmth spread deep into his bowels, the rat's control snapped - his own musky seed blasted into the fox's muzzle and down his throat as his balls were also milked for their full load.

Sid made a pathetic, though happy, squealing noise as he sucked down the familiar taste. Chase's continual grinding into his Squire caused the rat to shoot longer ropes than usual.

Finally unable to produce another dribble of cum, Rust let out a sigh, turning his head to nuzzle the lynx while his paws moved to pet the fox's ears. "Mmmnnn... Amazing."

The Knight rumbled lowly and kissed his Squire's neck. "Mmrr... you were, yes... fox... get out. I wish to bathe with my Squire."

Wiping his jaw, the fox stood and nodded, a smile on his face and ears dark from a blush. "I shall tell Cody that you will be out shortly and he's to refresh himself at the mess."

Rust smiled at his friend as the fox backed towards the tent flap. "Thank you, Sid."

Chase slowly eased his cock out of Rust's hole, feeling his seed dribble between the gray furred cheeks. "I suppose we should wash, and get ready for the day, hmmm, my Squire?"

"Yes, sir. You have a guest to speak with."

Sid, eyes wide as he saw the size of what Rust had taken in his ass, took a deep breath before turning and leaving to follow the instructions Lord Chase had given him.

Smiling, Rust turned to face his lord. "Tongue or sponge?"

Sitting up slowly and running a paw through his sweaty chest fur, the lynx chuckled. "Your call, Squire. I think I can start leaving the minor orders to your discretion, now I know you're not going to kill me in my sleep for 'enslaving' you."

Eyes wide, the rat placed a paw on his chest. "Absolutely not, sir, I respect you enough to only attack you when you're awake and can see me coming." Rust leaned over and started licking Chase's cock and balls.

"Good to... hgg... know!" The Knight laughed heartily, before quieting down to a chuckle as he moaned and purred, watching his Squire clean him.

The rat's cleaning held a definite sensual level, but it quickly became apparent that he focused on grooming the feline quickly and efficiently - and doing a fine job of it.

"Mmmnnn... I knew you'd make the ideal Squire..."

"Thank you, sir." Finishing with the tongue bath, Rust stood and looked over his work.

Lord Chase stood also, stretching. His body clicked as he worked his muscles loose. The feline's fur stood on end before flattening.

"I assume you want to be brushed out and looking your best?"

Chase shook his head. "That bear is not a prince to be influenced. He's a wildling. I think hard-bitten war leader would suit." The lynx flashed a smile full of sharp teeth.

With a sharp nod, the rodent changed tack. "Understood. You want your armor, then?"

Giving a wry chuckle, the Knight looked at the naked rat. "Call it. We're going to be leading the raid party. What should we carry, Squire?"

"There will be a hard combat, so you'll need protection, but without losing stealth any of the maneuverability you'll need for the climb. Metal reinforced leather would be my first guess. Bows and one-handed blades for weapons."

With a nod, the Knight held his arms out at shoulder height. "Good. I agree."

Rust quickly and efficiently got Lord Chase suited up, making sure everything was as it should be.

Once the rat stepped back to look over his work, the feline rolled his shoulders to check the fit. "Mh. Excellent.

The Squire smiled and was surprised as his lord stepped forward and kissed him passionately, a paw stroking the rodent's sheath before he broke the kiss and stepped back.

"Um... did you want me to be with you when you speak with Cody?"

The Knight shook his head. "I expect we shall be talking strategy for a while with the Lord Commanders. I'll see you later on, my Squire."

With a wry grin, the feline gave Rust's length one more squeeze before walking out, looking back over his shoulder to say, "Thanks for... breakfast."

As the tent's flap closed, the Squire mumbled a soft, "My pleasure, sir." Then he turned to sponging himself clean and putting his own armor on.

Rust was using his tail to help finish fastening the last of his outfit when Sid peeked into the tent again, smiling warmly.

"I'm sorry I butted in." The fox entered the tent, dressed for combat already and clearly excited.

"Hi there, Squire Sid. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm glad it was you who brought that message.

Padding over, the orange-furred Squire gave the rat a quick peck on the cheek. "He's... he's a big guy, your lord..."

Chuckling, Rust gave the fox's nose a quick lick. "That he is."

Sid tugged on the rodent's vambrace and nodded. "The Squires are gathering for a sword drill led by Lord Richter. Coming?"

"Sure. I won't be needed until after the Knight Commanders are done planning their strategy. I imagine there's plenty of time."

The fox smiled. "It's down in the practice arena near the stables again. Shall we?"

"Let's shall." Rust held the tent flap open for his friend as they exited.

Outside, the camp buzzed with activity. Furs were full of energy and even those without knowledge of what form the attack would take shared nervous or excited looks. Sid whined as the pair passed by a line of soldiers sharpening and honing their weapons.

"It's good to be aware of danger," Rust whispered to his friend as they walked, "but don't let fear control you. Use that emotional energy to stay alert and prepared."

"I'm not to be in the main attack. Lord Gunner forbids it, so I'll be seeing it all from afar with my bow. Are... are you going on the raid?"

The rat nodded. "Yes. Lord Chase asked me to accompany him. Don't assume that things won't spill over to where you're at. Be alert and ready, friend. Stay focused."

Chuckling, the fox shook his head as they neared the training field. "You'll make a fine Knight."

Before the rat could respond, they reached the training field, where a large, armored panther waited, arms folded. "In line, you two! Move it!"

Moving into place while Sid marched to his own spot further off, Rust found himself facing one of the wolves that caught him and the fox the morning after their first night in the stables.

A smile was plastered on the wolf's face. "Mornin'."

"Mornin'." Rust grinned back, knowing the lupine's twitching nose was likely picking up trace scents of his activity this morning.

The wolf raised his short-sword in a one handed grip, as the panther barked instructions. "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Nix. You're dressed. Which is a shame..."

"Well met, Nix. I'm Rust, and they don't want you so distracted you hurt yourself." The rat grinned and winked.

Lord Richter barked out the first movement, and the wolf brought his sword in an overhand cut, blocked by Rust.

"Ngh! True..." The next move was called out - underhand cut. "I'd be..." First side cut, "too busy..." Second side cut, "getting to know you..."

The rat followed through the exercises, blocking each attack until the command was given to reverse the roles. On both defense and attack, Rust showed a well controlled and balanced blade. "Since training... is neither the time... nor the place... for distractions.... good thing... I got dressed."

The panther barked again, ordering the second movement. Nix went back on the offensive, speaking between slashes. "I.... disagree... you look...good... with....naught on!"

Rust showed great skill in easily turning each attack aside. "Thank you... right now... your eyes... and mind... need to be focused... on the sword drill."

The last two overhead cuts were turned aside and the roles reversed again. The wolf switched his grip to defend against the rat's attacks. "And not... that tight arse? Shame." Nix flashed a wolfish grin.

Rust licked his lips, keeping the swings moving smoothly as they were called out. "What... makes you think... that would be... the direction... things would... take, pretty wolf?"

Taking the prescribed blows with ease, the wolf grinned back. "I know...a...bitch...when...I see ... and smell... one!"

Rust turned the blows aside easily, paying attention to the wolf's movements. The routine of one role or the other made Nix's guard slip while he was the attacker. "Then you... were not... watching me... too closely."

Nix, grinning more widely than before, went back on the attack when the panther ordered the third stance. "Oh...really! Bitch... thinks...he's...a...big boy... eh?" Each swing was punctuated with a lusty growl from the wolf now.

"I know... you've been staring... in envy... at my big balls... puppy." Rust's blocks slowed and his ears flinched at each growl his lupine opponent made, letting the wolf think his aggressive growls and attacks were more effective. "You might have... others fooled... with your macho words... but I know the truth... You want to be filled.

The rat failed to get in position for the next swing in time.

Triumphant, the wolf thrust into the rodent's guard. "Ah!"

Rust darted inside Nix's own guard and knocked the blade from the surprised wolf's hands.

The sword clattered noisily to the ground.

Nix growled, but then laughed softly. "Nice! Where'd you learn that?"

Lord Richter barked, "Nix! I expect better from my Squire!"

The wolf frowned and picked his blade back up.

Rust resumed the expected stance for when the drill would continue. "My master, Lord Chase. He's done that to me more than once. When I saw it in the duel last night, I thought I could do it."

Nix rotated his blade nimbly. "Okay then... I challenge you to a duel." With a grin, the wolf called out, "Master! A duel has been called!"

The rat's ears and tail tip flicked in surprise. "What?"

Lord Richter folded his arms and watched silently.

"Squire Rust! I challenge you to a duel - disarmament only... the prize..." leaning closer, the wolf grinned, "the loser uses his maw... Do you accept?"

Staring straight at his challenger, but seeing no response from the panther Knight in his peripheral vision to suggest anything said has been unacceptable, Rust nodded. "I accept."

Squire Nix grinned, ears perked up. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

"Take five, boys," Lord Richter called out. "These two horny males are fighting for dominance."

Laughter rolled through the gathered Squires.

The wolf's ears wilted and reddened. "S... sir..."

The panther just grinned.

Rust smiled at how Nix reacted to his master's words. The rat rolled his shoulders, making sure he was still warm and loose - ready for action.

The rest of the Squires formed a circle. Nix stepped in, raising his short-sword and waiting. "I'm looking forward to the spoils."

Moving to his side of the circle, Rust assumed a ready stance of his own. "Talking about spoils before the fight begins. You always this premature?"

Laughing, the wolf's eyes narrowed as his stance changed slightly.

"Begin!" Lord Richter barked.

Nix attacked.

Rust leapt rapidly, meeting the wolf's blows with his blade, the metal ringing out as it clashed. The rat kept moving, quick on his feet, forcing the wolf to refocus and swing his blade further as the rodent changed which direction he was relative to the wolf often and rapidly.

The wolf started reading his opponent's moves better. He countered and returned them, stepping in and forcing Rust back. Eyes narrow with concentration, the lupine began to find the rat's calmness more than a little annoying, growling, "No... anger!"

Sidestepping another attempted body blow, Rust's tail wrapped around the wolf's foot-paw, causing Nix to stumble. "What will the other wolves think of you when you drink rat seed?" The rat's blade swatted the wolfs rump as he regained his footing.

The crowd laughed at the move, which caused Nix to growl deeper than before.

Using his wrists more now - no big blows, swordsmanship that came from teaching, not natural skill - the wolf came on the offensive again. "Little... bitch!"

Eyes narrowing at the change in the wolf's fighting style, Rust nodded. "Now we can do this right."

Both Squires focused on the duel, putting all of their effort into it. Rust stopped trying to embarrass the wolf, remaining calm but using everything he learned not only in practice, but from watching Chase's duel the other day. Lesser blows that would not cost him the fight were allowed to get through to make sure the more serious ones failed - and to set up and tire his opponent. The rat used his feet and tail to make attacks as well, working to gain the advantage he needed.

After five minutes, both combatants had bloody noses, but neither had managed to disarm the other.

Nix wiped blood from his snout and laughed. "Maybe I was wrong... You're no bitch... so I'm gonna have to make you one..." The wolf stepped in with a three-part attack, though he was slowing and showing how tired he was.

Rust barely managed to block the attacks, taking a shallow cut to his left shoulder - but this brought the wolf close enough for the rat to step into his guard - and solidly knee him in the groin.

Yelping and grabbing his wounded crotch, the wolf dropped his weapon which clattered to the ground as Nix fell to his knees.

Rust growled lowly, quietly enough to go unheard to the crowd, as he leaned in to the mewling wolf's ear. "You don't force furs to be your bitch, Nix. A handsome wolf like you shouldn't have to anyway. If you're a good, upstanding wolf they'll come looking for you. Sex should be about building closer bonds, not proving who is strongest."

Nix merely whimpered in response.

The crowd cheered and clapped.

Lord Richter nodded - a mark of respect.

Panting lightly to catch his breath, Rust stepped away to give the wolf time to recover.

After a minute, Nix rose unsteadily to his foot-paws, breathing heavily. "Well... fought..."

Nodding, Rust patted the wolf lightly on his shoulder. "You were amazing when you found your focus, Nix. You fought well too."

"Come... see me.. when you want my... 'services'..." With a gracious nod, the wolf staggered away.

The other Squires crowded around Rust to pat his back. The rat humbly accepted their praise, though he also started to wince as his adrenaline faded and he could feel his wounds.

Sid stroked Rust's side. "Best go clean up before the planning session is over. And... Well done..."

Rust nodded. "Thanks." He wiped the blood from his nose as the panther started breaking up the congratulations to continue the lessons.

As the crowd cleared, Rust caught sight of Lord Chase, arms folded, staring straight at his bloodied Squire.

Ears flicking nervously, the rodent walked before his lord and dropped to on knee. He felt a little more respect was due, since he's just been caught dueling before a battle.

The lynx sniffed the air, then gripped his Squire's jaw and tilted his head back, scrutinizing his wounds.

Rust remained silent.

"Do you think it wise to be brawling before we ride out, my Squire?" Lord Chase asked, exposing the rodent's neck with a twist of his wrist.

"No, sir," the rat said, firmly. "I was challenged to a duel and accepted."

"Mm. I caught the latter end of it. What was the prize?"

The crowd had dispersed - not so eager to see a Squire getting what seemed to be a dressing down from a lord as respected as Chase.

"I didn't fight for the prize, which was a blow job, sir. I fought to make it clear he could not 'claim' my ass."

"Ah." The Knight grinned, releasing his Squire's jaw, but tapping under his chin with one claw, warningly. "A valiant cause..."

The lynx stepped away a little and folded his arms again. "Round up the Squires of Lord Silver, Braun, Hall, and Gird. We ride out in thirty minutes."

Lord Chase stalked away without waiting for an answer.