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"M-Mike?!" I couldn't believe it. The guy for whom I'd risked everything, for whom I lost it all, was a spy working for my master.

"Nimbus!", the envelope he was holding fell to the floor. And so did his jaw. I ran down the stairs and hugged him, tightly. His scent, the warmness of his fur, that long fluffy ear... I took everything in -He's real. I'm not hallucinating. It was ten seconds of mixed feelings and touching boners until Mike pulled away and gave me a concerned look.

"I waited for you outside the courthouse, but you never came out. Fuck, man. What were you thinking? Stealing on plain daylight during King's day?!" He was right, it was the stupidest thing to do. However, I explained him my reasons. I told him about my beating father, the bruises the night we met, the fate of my former boyfriends and how I thought stealing some pricey jewelry could secure me enough money to get away from home. Dammit, it sounded even stupider as I said it out loud.

"Whoa. All that to be with me? Come here", he hugged me again, stroking my back. "Don't repress it, it's not healthy" He began patting it. Turns out, Mike was faster at catching my emotions than I was. In no time my eyes filled with tears. -Fuck. One week ago I had a life. I had dreams. I had claws.

"Sorry", I wiped the tears on his shoulder. "It's just... you have no idea of what I've gone through"

"Aw, Nim. You should've come clean to me. We could have figured things out together. In case you haven't realized it yet, I'm really into you", he gently poked my nose, his smile ever so warm. Those simple four words managed to lift the weight crushing my chest, like if an anvil had been hanging from my heart and he had cut it loose. My lips curled up, if only for a moment, before melancholy hit in again.

"I didn't want my dad to scare you away, like he did with the others, or worse. No, Mike. It was my problem. You are the only fur that has ever been nice to me. I couldn't risk loosing you", I looked down, full of regret. That's exactly what I achieved.

Two fingertips softly lifted my chin. Mike stopped for a moment, silently searching my gaze for permission before pressing his lips against mine. We kissed, passionately. Our paws fixed on each other's chest, feeling the hearts throb like there was no tomorrow. It was a long and wet kiss that we extended for several minutes, separating our maws just the necessary time to take a sharp breath and keep kissing. Sure, my throat was sore after that, but any sadness was gone, replaced by a feeling of utter peace. Hopefully, the collar will conceal any marks left on my neck.

Panting, we stayed looking at each other's eye, smiling and holding hands, while catching our breath. Mike's vision trailed down my body, if only for a instant, before springing back up. Now his eyes were like saucers. A bright shade of red covered his cheeks. I looked down and... "Dammit!", I hurried to get my flaring dick back into the codpiece. "Fucking perverted panther", I growled at the humiliating way in which Master made me dress.

Every second that passed Mike's blushing seemed to intensify. "Why are you so blushy? It's not like you've never seen it before", I chuckled, pushing his shoulder. "I... I just... I never imagined it would be you wearing those. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bought them", he pointed at my earrings. "You weren't pierced when we first met", his ears drooped at that thought.

"Wait, what?". Seriously, WHAT?

"This is awkward", Mike rubbed the back of his neck. "I run errands for Lord Kirian in the city. For some reason the panther doesn't like to be seen in Vemiria. I uhh... actually handpicked all you're wearing. Well, except for the collar, he sent the schemes to get that custom made. But everything else, he left it at my criteria", there was a long silence while I assimilated what he'd just said.

"Oh. OH! So it's YOU I have to thank for THIS?!", I pointed at my skimpy underwear. He got an impossibly deeper shade of red on his cheeks. I was enjoying his live impersonation of a red fox.

'Uh... the codpiece, yeah. S-sorry, I didn't knew it was going to be you wearing it", Mike's fuzzy tail was completely out of control.

"Oh, but you bought this knowing some poor fur would have to! Shame on you, Mike! Shame on you" I crossed my arms and shook my head disapprovingly.

The poor alberin didn't knew how else to apologize. For a change, I wasn't the most uncomfortable fur in the room. It was so funny to watch him struggle. I couldn't hold it any longer and burst into laughter. "That guilty face. Priceless!". A big smile drew on his lips. This goes right to my list of favorite memories.

It dawned on me that when I'm with Mike is the only moment that I don't have to behave according to what others say is the right way. When I'm with him, I can be myself.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled until our foreheads touched. Looking deep into his eyes, I lustfully whispered: "Fuck me".

Mike let out a low, shuddering moan, his chest heaving. "Nim, don't tease me like that, I want you so bad", his fingers hesitantly reached for my chest fur, stroking it before recoiling. "But you know I can't do that. I work for Lord Kirian and you... you are his slave. There's no happy ending for us. Not anymore", he lowered his head.

"I don't get it, Mike. You've just kissed me. You gave me the best kiss of my life, turned me on and now you tell me that's all I will get. Don't you understand? I ended up enslaved because I wanted YOU to be my first time". That was hard to say out loud.

"Wait. Wait. Wait. Are you telling me Lord Kirian was your first?!", Mike got wide eyed.

I nodded silently, making no effort to hide the lonely tear running down my cheek.

"Ouch", he winced. Yeah, ouch. Lots of ouchs.

"Listen, I'm not dumb, I know we have no future. And I know its my fault. I have to live every day with the consequences. But I need this Mike. I need you to, just for today, see me simply as a boy, asking another boy to make love to him. No hurtful labels"

Mike swallowed hard, he frowned like he was solving a complicated math problem, his right ear twitching.

"I... I think I can do that. Just for today", the fennec slowly nodded.

"That's all I need", I hugged him like for the tenth time. And now it was time to show off.

I unhooked the codpiece from the golden ring on the side of my hip and let it all fall to the floor. With my tail up high I sexily walked to the base of the stairs where I turned my head to wink at Mike. "Come on handsome, let's have some fun", I used the exact same words he told me the night we met.

Mike gawked and ran right after me. He took my hand and we slowly climbed the stairs, his muzzle rubbing on my shoulder.

**

We had to be careful not to get caught by the guard on the corridor, but luckily I had already figured out his blind spot. I took Mike to one of the farthest rooms and locked it. When I turned he was already half naked and struggling to get his boots off. I chuckled at his eagerness.

We engaged in another kiss, a much more intimate and gentle one. His fur was hot and so was mine as our bodies pressed against each other. I felt Mike's dick for the first time when it soaked my navel with a glob of precum. I really turn him on.

My pulse was steady as I positioned myself over the bed, my face resting on the soft covers while I angled my butt to present it to Mike in all it's glory. I trust him, that's why I'm so calm and can enjoy this brief moment like I couldn't with Master. I hope someday that will change. Hope is all I have left.

Mike's tongue caught me by surprise when it lapped my tailhole. It sent a wave of tingly pleasure up my spine, only heightened by his paws kneading my buttocks. I moaned in absolute delight. His slick appendage brought much more pure and delicious sensations than Master's sandpaper-ish tongue as it pushed into my hole.

"Whoa. It's so loose. He really ruined you", Mike observed my bum in awe. I snickered.

"Actually, I was stretching it until you arrived. If I don't, it will hurt when he takes me tonight. Why, is that a problem? I didn't knew you were so picky", I pushed my butt closer to his muzzle just to tease him.

"N-no, no. Of course not", Mike made a pause to lap me again, leaving copious amounts of drool behind. "I was just concerned about your health, that's all. So he's fucking you tonight" Well, yeah. I'm his sexslave, duh! - No, for real, it melts my heart that he cares about me. I slowly nodded in response.

"Do you want me to go slow on you? I don't want you to be sore when Lord Kirian...", Mike stopped talking when I spun on my knees and reached out to kiss his cheek.

"Don't hold yourself back, Mike. I don't know when - if- we're gonna have another chance to do this, so I want you to enjoy it. I sure will", I returned to lay my face on the covers.

"Oh. Then... w-would you mind lying on your back? I'd like to see y-your face as we do it. If you are okay with it, o-of course". With such a lustful stuttering how could I refuse? I blushed a little but fulfilled his request. Our eyes met over my raised knees. Now that I think about it, I wanted to see his face too.

Mike pulled me closer, rising my hips. I wrapped my legs around his back, moaning at the feeling of his tip touching my rosette. He gave my sides a few reassuring strokes and then began to slowly slide inside me. His dick, just as his tongue, was so smooth and slick. It made my whole body tremble as it recoiled.

"Ohhh. A-are you tightening on purpose?", Mike moaned with half lidded eyes.

He noticed! "Yes. You said I'm too loose. I don't want to disappoint you"

"You're fucking AWESOME!", Mike dove in to circle his tongue around my nipples. Taking each separately into his maw, he sucked and tickled them with his tip. A trickle of pre splashed on my belly.

"Ahhh! Just fuck me already!", the teasing was driving me crazy. "As you wish", Mike's sly grin told me I was up for a hell of an experience.

The alberin easily found my sweet spot and rammed it ruthlessly. Hell, he rutted me like a feral and I absolutely loved it. I was meowing out of control, so lost in pleasure. Mike's pace increased and increased. He took hold of my cathood and began to pump furiously. My senses were overloaded, my paws squeezing the bedsheets, and he kept pumping and thrusting, and pumping and thrusting.

I noticed less of his length entered me as time passed by. His knot had swollen. The gentle Mike I knew was gone. Something took over him. He was over me, biting my neck - not too hard- and growling. He pushed vigorously, but damn that knot was almost as big as Master's full girth. That wouldn't stop him and that wouldn't stop ME. I aided his thrusts with my heels, prodding him deeper.

His knot finally got in, the moment I waited for so long. Mf! That thickness! It blew my load. My back arched with a flexibility I didn't knew I had as I shot rope after rope of thick cum to our pressed bodies, my ecstatic spasms bringing Mike to his own explosive orgasm. The indescribable feeling of getting filled with your lover's hot seed, I'll never get used to it.

**

I felt complete, being connected like this. Tied. I watched Mike lap my belly and chest clean of all seed while I stroked his hair, his tail wagging in appreciation. And then another realization struck me, "You are growing in me".

"I think I'm actually shrinking. Let me try", Mike slid his limp cock out, making me whimper. Then he spun to lay beside me.

"That's not what I meant!", I crossed my arms. Mike just snickered on my neck.

"I know what you meant", he kissed my shoulder. "*sigh* Listen. This isn't healthy for neither of us but if you wanna hear it then, fine, you'll have it". I shifted to rest on my side, he got all my attention.

"This last week I couldn't get you out of my head. That night in The Fencing, you know we both were there for the same reason. A quickie". I nodded in acknowledgement. Mike continued.

"You see, it isn't easy for me to make friends. Given the nature of my work, I end up betraying half the people I know, and the others I have to push them out of my life for their safety. Don't get me wrong, being a spy is great. I learn lots of occupations, meet a bunch of people - even if only briefly- and the results of my operations impact directly in Vemiria's idiosyncrasy. It is empowering. But at the end of the day, I have no one with whom to share that thrill. I'm lonely", he winced for a long moment. I stroked his chest sympathetically.

"So when you kissed me, a part of me I had neglected for so long awoke. I wanted someone in my life; someone to keep my bed warm, with whom to fight for silly things, and that keeps me awake with his snoring, and I wouldn't care. I wouldn't care at all, because it is always better than the bleak silence I wake up to every morning", Mike looked at me with watery eyes, clenching his jaw.

"That night I thought you could be that someone", he pouted. Great, now we were both crying.

"Fuck, Nim. What I wouldn't give to wake up next to you every morning", Mike sat on the bed, pawing off his tears.

"I gave everything for that same purpose. Look how that went", I hunched.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!", Mike let out his frustration on the bed, throwing punches at the mattress. I calmed him down and asked him to stop that.

"I wanted us to enjoy this Mike. Come on, cuddle with me, we have some long hours before Master comes back". Mike slowly nodded and took me in his arms. We dropped on the bed and the caresses began.

**

"Thanks", I said to his chest, also known as my pillow.

"That would be the first time someone thanks me after sex", Mike raised his eyebrows.

"No, not for that. Well, maybe. Thanks for giving me closure... I can let you go now", my words spoke of taking distance but my body instinctively clung to him.

"Ugh! You sure? Cause you're squeezing the life outta me. Anaconda like", Mike gasped.

"Sorry", I took one last breath of his musky scent and sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress creaked as Mike followed me.

"I bring Lord Kirian weekly reports. I'll come visit you", he gripped my thigh.

"Don't", I cried. "You have to move on. Y-you said it yourself, there's no happy ending for us. I won't... drag you to my misery", my voice came so broken. I almost couldn't finish the sentence.

Mike's lips left a bittersweet taste in my mouth as he kissed me. He regaled me with a mournful smile. "Don't be sad. At least we can be friends".

"I don't deserve you". I fucked up so hard and he still wants to stay by me.

"No. You deserve so much more", he caressed my cheek. "Here. I want you to have this", Mike handed me... his underwear?

"Oh my. You're so lewd! Why?"

"I think it is the perfect metaphor for our relationship. The first time we met you left your undies behind. Now is my turn", Mike patted my shoulder and started getting dressed.

I brought the cloth to my muzzle and took a soft whiff. Sweet and rancid; earthy too. How can piss, sweat and cum produce such an addictive smell, it escapes my mind. The fabric did a poor job muting my moan.

**

"I'll come visit you", Mike repeated once more, before crossing the door frame.

His departure left me with mixed feelings. I sorted them while taking a bath. I had to wash his scent -and my cum- off my body, without forgetting the love milk up my ass. Master would surely notice the faintest of trails in there. I can't be too cautious.

Having hidden Mike's briefs, I put the food in the oven and headed back upstairs to continue my stretching. I didn't want to comment anything to my alberin, but our morning sex had left a slight soreness in my tailhole. Next time - I'm really optimistic- we'll use some lube.

**

There's something about sitting on a giant dildo that makes time go slow. Maybe it is the discomfort or perhaps the thrill of trying to make it rub your special place. I don't know, but I was more than cheerful to hear Master's carriage stop at the entrance. With a disgusting wet sound and some shivers, I unplugged the faux cock and rushed down the stairs as I looped my codpiece back in place.

"Master! How was your day?". I was surprised to realize I sported a wide smile that left no teeth out of sight. -Am I genuinely that happy to see him or is it my morning with Mike that puts me in such a good mood? I couldn't decide, but an aura of optimism had me feeling like nothing could go wrong from now on.

"Fine", he said dryly - with his usual grunt- and then made a pause. "But certainly not as... entertaining as yesterday. I may let you join me more often". Okay, there is no erasing that smile from my face. "You'll have to beg for it each time, of course". I spoke too soon.

"Now, now... I've been waiting too long for this moment", Master grinned, licking his lips. "Go upstairs", he commanded with a low growl.

"As you wish Master. Let me get the food out of the oven and th-". He cut me out.

"No time for that. And I assure you slave, after this, none will have the energy to get down and have dinner". He was already purring.

"But the meat pie! It's gonna get burned out!"

"UP!", he roared, bristling my fur. And then a more dreadful "RUN" followed. I sprinted to his room, the terrifying stomps of the panther making me know he was catching up really fast. I had just entered the chamber when a massive wall of black muscles tackled me down. His paws were quick to pull down my underwear, his heavy breathing heating my neck.

I was trembling until he pushed a digit that slid easily into me, and forced a moan out of my maw.

"What the hell?!", the panther rolled me over. "You weren't this loose this morning", he squinted, a low growl beginning to grow into a rumble on the back of his throat.

"I-I've been trying to widen m-my hole for you, Master. I want to make you happy and-", my voice was getting shaky, "and I can't if I get injured every time I try to. I took some dildos from your dungeon. I'm sorry Master. P-Please don't be mad at me", I pouted.

"Your body belongs to me, Nimbus. Stretching you is one of the parts I enjoy the most. Don't do that again without my permission", master prodded repeatedly at my chest giving me a stern look. His expression slowly softened into a warm smile. "Next time you want to push a dildo up your little rump, you do it in front of me. Nice and slow". My ears burned just with the mental image.

Master stood before me. "Undress me", were his words and my paws got into action. First was his shirt, undoing his cuffs and then unbuttoning the front to receive an undiluted waft of his musk. Enough to bring some heat between my legs and water my mouth. The pants followed, with my fingers tracing the abundant package before setting the beast free. I can give testimony, that thing hella bites.

It still shocks me to see that pierced testicle. Why does he puts himself through that pain? I feel like hugging and telling him he doesn't deserve it, but Master wouldn't avail that kind of affection.

I stood idly in front him, biting my lip and admiring his sculpted body. The panther brought me closer by the hips. Our bodies touched. One of his paws remained groping my butt; the other gently raised my chin. No further movements followed. He just stared at me. I counted to ten before his broad tongue invaded my mouth. Master pressed our heads together with teeth smashing strength, while giving no quarters to my rump.

It all happened too fast. The passion became fury. My head was violently pulled away and I found myself being held by the neck and on my way to an imminent collision with the nearest wall.

"You taste. Like. DOG!", Master roared. My head took the worst of the impact, a loud whistling sound obscured my hearing as master kept shouting at me.

".. I said, WHO KISSED YOU?", Master slammed me again. I'm never going to tell him. I can't do that to Mike. Think Nimbus, think. Who can you blame?

"The 'yote you commanded to watch me. We have an affair", I choked those words out.

"And now you LIE to me?! I will get the truth out of you, slave. How much is left to recognize you as a male, after I'm done, is completely up to you", the panther eased his grip on my neck and slid that arm to pin my chest. His free hand clamped down on my balls. A sickening pain crawled up my stomach.

"Speak", he growled.

"I won't tell you", I cried. That earned me a twist to my ball sack. The agony was so overwhelming I couldn't even scream anymore.

"Hm. A canine. Who?", master mumbled, turning his head aside. "The guards are eunuchs, certainly not them", he pondered as I kept slamming my head against the wall. His eyes widened. "The SPY!", Master proclaimed, victorious.

He dropped me to the floor and began getting dressed while I rolled in fetal position, covering my throbbing orbs.

**

Master dragged me downstairs, to the main hall. He sent the coyotes to fetch Mike. I begged him to spare my alberin, to unleash all his fury on me. "Oh, you will have your punishment, don't even doubt it. But not before I give that butt-sniffer the treatment he deserves".

All this madness for a kiss. I can't imagine what he's capable of, if he were to find that we fucked. I kept trying to convince him but only managed to wear him down. He struck me and motioned the guards to hold me still.

It didn't took long before the search party returned with a tied and roughed up Mike. It broke my heart to see his muzzle bleed. "You told on me?!", Mike cried. -no, forget what I said... THAT broke my heart.

"Of course not! I would nev-"

"You piece of shit!", Master's uppercut made a loud thud as it landed on Mike's stomach, leaving me speechless. The alberin fell -shocked- to the floor.

"Please stop!", I whined, just to see Master storm back to me and clamp down his hand on my snout, sinking the claws in it.

"I actually like the despair in your voice. But next time you don't address me properly, I'll pluck your fucking teeth out. One. By. One", he let go of me -a very trembling me- and motioned the guards to pull Mike up.

The panther growled, showing his fangs, his face just an inch from Mike's. Master wrinkled his nose, something caught his attention. He pulled Mike's shirt taut, taking a sniff. "You smell like him... You FUCKED MY SLAVE?", Master roared.

"Y-yes", Mike admitted -to my disbelief- with flattened ears. The following minute consisted of Master brutally shredding Mike's clothes, not caring what damage his claws made to the underlying fur.

The frenzy seemed to have calmed him down; he regained his usual semblance. "Michael, Michael, my very best". Master disassembled his walking cane to reveal a dagger attached to the pommel. He put it to heat in the fireplace. Mike couldn't hold his own weight, the only thing keeping his quivering and wounded form from collapsing on the ground were the two coyotes grabbing his armpits.

And me? I stuck to sobbing. Everything was my fault.

"I gave you the chance to be part of something unique, to shape the future of the most influential nations in this continent. I employed your parents, provided you and them with a proper house. You didn't even have more than one pair of clothes before I took you under my wing. And THIS is how you thank me?!", Master violently shook the alberin.

"You come to my house and fuck my property?!" Oh, great; I graduated from slave to thing.

"Milord, I'm so sorry. I met him from before, I didn't meant to be disrespectful. I-I don't know what I was thinking", Mike's teeth clacked as he apologized.

"Trust me, you are not sorry. Not just yet", Master grabbed the red-hot dagger from the fireplace and wield it next to Mike's face. "If I didn't need you to complete your assignment, those pretty ears would be gone. Sadly, that kind of changes rise questions. I'll have to settle with gelding you", he stretched Mike's scrotum.

I beat Mike to express my horror first, he was just too paralyzed to even speak. "Master, NO! Please don't do it. I have to serve you for the rest of my life. I want to do so willingly. Happily. Please, don't make me hate you. It is me who betrayed your trust, not him. You've been so kind these days, waiting for me to heal when you didn't had to. And what do I do? I give Mike what was never mine to give in the first place. You are mad with ME. I beg you, don't make him pay for my insolence. You like me in despair. Well, this is it. I can't be more desperate. I can't be more miserable. Forgive him... and do whatever you want to me", against all survival instinct, I confronted him, crying through bloodshot eyes.

"I made it clear the day I bought you. You don't tell me what to do", Master growled, pointing the blade at me. He dropped the dagger in a marble shelf and disappeared into the kitchen.

**

In his return, Master carried a small funnel and a mortar with a reddish, transparent liquid and what seemed like tomato skin leftovers. He had a wicked smile as he approached Mike and -to everyone's surprise- began masturbating him.

There were no other sounds in the room apart from the slick pumping and Mike's soft moans. "Now comes the tricky part; getting that tiny hole to expand at least five times it's normal size. Luckily, I don't care about your discomfort", Master straightened Mike's dick and pushed his pinky claw down the alberin's peehole, twisting and wiggling it.

"Milord?! Gah! Nooo! It burns so bad!"

"I would save those statements for later on", Master chuckled, continuing his work regardless of the alberin's cries of pain.

"There", he dropped my lover's cock and joyfully licked his claw. The panther lost no time in pushing the funnel down Mike's slit. Finally, the mortar was on his paw. He didn't break eye contact with the alberin as he emptied it's content in his cock. The effect was instantaneous; Mike exploded in deafening screams, tears running down his cheeks like a waterfall as his face turned red.

The red skins, Master's burn comment, my brain made the connection. It wasn't tomato. It was chili.

I closed my eyes and cried. I did it again. I managed to get another fur hurt. I'm the problem.

"GAAAH! Make it stooop!", Mike fought unsuccessfully against his bonds.

"There's not much I can do. See for yourself", Master held his shoulder and emptied half a glass of water in the funnel. Mike's eyes widened in terror.

"It burns the same!", the alberin's voice broke.

"One thing can ease your pain, though", Mike's puppy eyes begged to know the answer. "Cum", Master grinned.

"Please Lord Kirian, let me touch myself!"

"That's not happening. Nobody is touching your dick. You want to cum? I can fuck you. But be aware, I won't lube you; I won't stretch you. Your choice"

Mike nodded frantically. "I DON'T CARE. Just fuck me! I beg you Milord, do my ass!", his head wouldn't stop swinging, the pain was driving him mad.

Master gestured the guards to drop him and began unbuckling his pants. Mike turned around when the panther started hotdoging his ass. "Oh, fuck. No-no-no. I changed my mind! I can't take that!", the alberin tried to creep away from the massive cock.

"TOO LATE", Master dragged him back from his tail. The whole scene was sick; Master impaling my lover; Mike howling in pain. And me, unable to even speak thanks to the shoelace the coyotes had tied around my maw.

"Oh, this is fantastic, Michael! I bet you've never been a bottom before. Well, there's always a first time for everything". Mike was stiff as a table, every muscle of his body tensed.

I hated the sound of the panther's balls slapping on Mike's taint. Master caught me staring angrily at him. The bastard looped his belt around Mike's neck and began tightening it. I swear my blood was boiling. Master kept watching me and increasing the pressure. Mike was fucking dying, his gasps getting more and more desperate. I whined, flattening my ears. That's all I could do. Master smirked and dropped the belt. I understood; that's what all this is about. Submission.

I spent the following minutes looking down and biting my lip, far beyond the taste of blood, while the panther roared his way into climax, munching my lover's ear. I knew better than to protest.

Master cleaned his cock on Mike's crack and pulled his pants up, buckling them. Mike was quivering on the floor, his mouth never fully closed. "It... it's over?! I-I didn't came!", he cried out.

"I never said I'd make you cum. I said I'd fuck you"

"Pleeease. It burns so bad!"

"Why don't you help him, given you like his cock so much", Master motioned me to come closer. The 'yotes let me go and I reached for Mike's penis.

"Tch, tch, tch. I said no hands", Master spun me. He soaked two fingers in the chili juice and pushed them deep up my tailhole. "There you have some motivation", he slapped my ass. The burn made itself present in no time. I hurried to push Mike on his back and then started to ride him. The screams piled up in the back of my throat till I couldn't hold them anymore. We moaned and cried to the panther's pleasure.

Mike's cock was no slacker, it shot enough semen to put down the fire in our most sensitive flesh. The burn wasn't gone, but it certainly dimmed to a bearable intensity.

Master grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me up. He then untied the strap on my maw and squeezed my arm with bone-breaking strength. "This isn't over for you", he grunted. "But it is for you, Michael" Master helped Mike up. "I hope I made myself clear", he used the dagger to cut the ropes binding his arms. "Don't give me reasons to heat this blade again. It looses it's temper. I loose my temper. Oh... and it gets dull. Just picture that", Master menaced.

"Now, leave"

"B-but my clothes. It's freezing outside!", Mike pouted.

"Then I recommend you to RUN", the panther pushed him into the cold.

Smoke began to fill the ambient. The delicious meat pie I'd put so much effort in making for him was now reduced to inedible charcoal.

**

"I trusted you. I gave you more than any slave deserves. I shared my food, my table, my bed with you. Even when you hadn't earned it. He knew what it meant to be a slave. He had to work hard to achieve all those privileges you take for granted. You? You're just a spoiled brat", Master lectured me as he dragged my body to the dungeon. Who the hell is this fur -this former slave- Master talks about?

"And what do you do with all my kindness? The moment I turn around, you fuck the first fur you find! Like a FUCKING FERAL!", he threw me to the cold stone floor. "If that's how you're going to behave then THAT'S how I will treat you!", my collar was replaced by a thick, steel one, chained to a hook in the ground.

"Please Master, I don't know how else to apologize. I notice; I know how kind you're, how you caress and hug me when we sleep. I treasure those moments". I really do.

"Your apologies mean nothing to me. You betrayed my trust", he turned to leave. I tried to reach for his shoulder but found out -the hard way- the chain was so short I couldn't even stand. "Master?!", I landed painfully on my butt. He never turned back.

**

A whole night sleeping in that unforgiving surface had it's effect. My entire body hurt like if I had taken a beating. And I know -sadly- too much about those. No natural light entered this room. Master left me in absolute darkness. I heard him wandering around the house, in the morning. I called him so many times, but he never came in. No dinner; no lunch. By noon my stomach had a voice of its own. It was not until he returned from the crops - that's usually when the sun is sitting in the horizon- that he showed up. The panther brought a tray with a plate and bowl. He carried a bucket in his other paw. I tried to talk but he smacked me. When master lit a candle I could see the contents of the plate; raw chicken heads, bleeding out. I looked up horrified, finding no explanation in his distant eyes. He left again, not without blowing the candle first.

I pushed the plate away and drank some water from the bowl. It took me some hours to realize what the bucket was for. This was degrading. I turned myself into a catball and trembled throughout the cold night.

**

The next morning Master came to check on me. Again, no talking. He refilled my bowl and looked at the untouched plate. With speaking out of the table, I did the only thing left to communicate my hunger. I meowed like a good feral cat. No answer. Lira appeared behind the panther, her ears flattened and a paw covering her nose as she replaced my bucket with a clean one. Soon I was alone again, in the dark, in silence. Master didn't returned for the rest of the day. That night I cried myself to sleep.

**

Day three. My body was sore with bruises from sleeping on the stone floor. The pain in my stomach grew stronger by the second, at the same time that my muscles weaken to the point I can't crouch anymore. The heads emanate a putrid smell, rotten blood. I hear Master's morning routine. My nose takes a hint of toast and freshly brewed coffee. I savor them like exotic fragrances. I can feel them in the back of my throat.

My survival instinct kicks in. I won't starve to death. If I have a last saying in this world is the way I leave it. It won't be like this. Thankful that my night vision is not so great, I grabbed one head and began plucking the neck feathers, one by one. I cleaned the rancid blood in my thigh and took a first bite, hoping the flesh was still uncontaminated.

No, it wasn't. It tasted awful, but I swallowed one small bite after another of the scarce flesh, wincing. Hunger knows no flavor. It was pure bone. Only when I popped an eye did I stopped, grossed out. Then I realized the subtlety of Master's torment. He forced me to eat cock heads. I drank the entire bowl of water and laid in fetal position, crying loudly on the floor. This was far worst than any torture I had been subjected to. Now I know, eventually, I will eat them all, no matter how much they stink, how rotten they are. I will do anything to survive, even if it means loosing myself in the process.

My wails lured the panther. Soon Master was before me, carrying a candle. I pressed my knees tighter against my chest. I felt his paw on my shoulder and whined louder. He unlocked the shackle on my neck and placed my collar in it's place. "Go on and throw up. Eat something, wash yourself thoroughly and make dinner. I have to go to work now. You know what I expect tonight", he pet me and left the room. The candle remained lit.

**

After an hour of relaxing in the bathtub and drinking an entire bottle of milk, I was as emotionally stable as I would get. Lira dropped by. It felt great to have someone to talk to. I told her about my feelings towards Mike. She was supportive, but didn't hesitate in advising me to forget any physical interaction if I wanted my alberin to stay alive. I asked her about that other slave, but she told me Master forbid them from talking about Rufus. I'll have to ask him directly. At least now I have a name. I thanked the leopardess for listening to me and said good bye with a hug. It was time to prepare dinner.

Again, I found myself alone with the knife, that sharp edge calling for my wrist. And then I saw the guard through the knife's shinny blade. That guy is too sneaky. So a eunuch, huh? I think I know what to cook for tonight... eggs and sausages. I don't care he doesn't understands why I'm snickering, it's still funny! _Chop, chop, chop! _

**

I was just finishing setting up the table when Master's carriage arrived. Bye bye apron, welcome nerves. This time I didn't ask him about his day. I simply extended my arms to receive his coat. The "how are you feeling" caught me off guard. I looked both sides, in case I had missed some invisible fur next to me.

"Fine, I guess". Not. At. All. "Thanks for asking, Master", I forced a smile.

"Doesn't seem like it. Your tail is tucked. I don't want that. You already had your punishment. I told you the first day, don't be afraid of me", he shook his head.

"Come on, let's dinner", Master's paw stayed on my shoulder as we found our way to the main hall. He was surprised to see what I'd prepared. "Maybe I misjudged you. Clearly you're looking forward to tonight's". Sigh. I guess I should have thought it could be interpreted that way. Joke's on me.

At the middle of the dinner he called my name. "If you keep breathing like that, you will faint". Yes, it's true. Anxiety took over me. "Here", he patted his lap. I found myself particularly eager to follow that instruction. Mmm, yes; feeling his chest slowly heaving against my back soothed me.

**

I found myself again in Master's bedchamber, he was sitting naked on the mattress while I rested my belly on his thighs. He made me suck his index finger and then took it down south. It found no resistance from my anus. If there was any response it came from my vocal chords. He did found resistance when that same finger hovered again, along with a second digit, outside my maw. I'm not sucking that back. The time it took me to think that it's the time that took him to force those two digits into my mouth. Great. I tasted my butt.

I'll give credit to the panther, he was really patient while scissoring me. My moans turned him on. His dick stabbed my belly. He stopped on three fingers and I'm not sure I could take more without tearing up.

I crawled in all fours, ready to whatever awaited me. Master yanked my tail. "This time I'll let you do most of the work. Besides, I want to see those beautiful amethysts as we do it. Come", he stroked his lap. I straddled his hips, feeling his cock brush my pink hole. Master grabbed my sides and guided me down his length while I squeezed his chest fur, harder and harder as the pressure built up inside me.

I clenched my teeth, the burning growing to searing pain, until his paws dropped to stroke my thighs. Master's tongue flicked on my nose, indicating it was safe to open my eyes. I dropped his chest fur before it became part of my palm and locked my arms on his sides. It was like holding to a pillar.

"Make it worth the wait", his paws kneaded my rump. I nodded frantically, and began my quivering ascension. My buttocks were in heaven. I adjusted just fine to Master's size. The pain quickly faded, allowing those moments when the panther hit my sweet spot to shine in all their glory. Naturally, I didn't held control of the situation for too long. Master set his own pace, an increasing one. His grunts grew into roars and, as a final manifestation of his ecstasy, he bit down my neck -softly, very softly- and pinned me with all his strength to his groin.

He came; I came. It was a mess. But it felt so great to have him hugging me so tight as we spasmed. I was spent. He made me lick my cum out of his belly before we cuddled. No objections from my part; I have had so much worse in my mouth. I fell asleep feeling his warm breath on my neck.

**

"Does it hurt?", I had finally gathered the courage to ask him about his pierced nut.

"Yes, constantly. But I'm used to it, it's fairly numbed by now. Fifteen years help the body adapt", he played with the piercing.

"B-but why, Master? If I can ask"

"Because the mind can easily be distracted. It forgets. The body doesn't. It's a reminder of an unfinished business. A reminder to never underestimate an adversary; to stay focused", his look was distant as I worked his shoulders with my sponge. "Why?", he blinked and his normal gaze was back.

"It's just that I don't like to see you suffer", I hugged his neck. He stayed in silence for awhile, not repelling my embrace.

"Maybe it's time I settle that score. But first things first. Turn around", he commanded. I lifted the tail to receive my morning rimming.

**

Just as he said, one week later Mike was standing in the main hall. His memories from the panther's rage had him quivering, much to Master's pleasure. "For your own health and that of your relatives, this mission better comes off fantastically well", Master menaced.

"I'm doing my best, Milord. He'll never see it coming. It's all in the report", Mike pointed at the envelope on the table.

I seized the moment while Master turned his back to open it, and -with my ninja moves- threw Mike a folded napkin with two cookies I saved from a batch. Mike almost let it fall to the floor. He didn't waste time looking what it was and hid it in his pocket, to then mouth an "I love you". It wasn't much, but it is all I can give him. The product of my love. I still sneak everyday to take another sniff to his underwear. It's my most prized possession.

When the panther turned back there was no evidence that an interchange ever happened. This is how it will be. Until Mike moves on, we will silently love each other.

I'll always be thankful for the time he dedicates to this lost cause.

**

THE END