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While most parents would go to the ends of the world to protect their child, there was one household on the edge of the city where the roles were reversed. Inside there lived a young boy who cherished his mother with all his heart. He would do anything she asked, finding joy in helping her. He would often watch the other children play outside, staring at the windows to the bakery that his mother owned. He on the other hand was handing the goods for the customers walking in, wearing his apron with pride.

This morning was like every other, the smell of the bread baking in the ovens. The boy trudged down stairs to greet his mother, holding the blanket over him to keep him warm. His mother looks at her son with drooping eyes as she continues to mix ingredients together. She speaks softly, tired from the hours of preparation for the day's work. "I do hope you are planning on wearing clothing today." She moves over to the ovens to check the loafs inside. "You know we open the doors soon Snowie, and I can't be in two places at once. Go get dressed so you can eat."

Snowie mumbles as he stomps back up the stairs to find something to wear. Tossing on loose clothing from the day before, he makes his way back down to the shop below. "How come we have to open so early?" he says, still rubbing his eyes.

His mother sighed, ignoring the question that he asks every morning. "Why can't you wear your nice clothes today? It's the festival of the kings today, and I want our shop to impress them."

Snowie looks down at the rags that adorn him before looking back at his mom. "These are comfortable, and I can move around easier. You want me to be able to help you, right?" As Snowie tries to jump down the two remaining stairs, he trips over his long tail, landing him on his arm.

"You are so graceful." His mother says, rolling here eyes at the boy. "You should really be careful there, don't need you getting your coin counting arm hurt."

Snowie's ears lay flat on his head. "Is the business all you care about?" he asks. His mother moves from her table and to the boy, squatting down to his eye level.

"I wish I could get you to understand what it's like being a parent." she says, brushing his cheek. "I just want you to have a life I never had. I married rich, but you know he left with everything. I started this place so you could learn skills other wouldn't, and you could know you have a job when you get older. Many children don't have that opportunity."

The leopard looks down, having heard the reasons before. "But why do you have to work so much?" Snowie asks, his mother only shaking her head.

"I want to make sure this does well, so you can take over when I am older. I don't want you to have to struggle like I have." She stood from her son and walked back to her work as her tail drug through the flour on the ground. She looked back at her son, still clutching his arm, sighing in resignation. "You aren't going to get changed, are you?"

"Nope" the boy answered as he made his way over to the counter that faced the windows and hopped up on the stool he usually perched on. "Why are you baking so much today?" he asked, as he leaned the stool back slightly.

"Don't tip that stool over." she said as she continued in her work.

"I know, all mothers have eyes in the back of their head. That's why you keep your hair long, so I can't see them." The boy states, as he holds up four fingers.

"Four." the mother says with a smile on her face. She turned from her work as she crossed her arms. "It's proof." She teased, knowing her son always held up four fingers to test her.

"So, what's this Kings Day you are making such a fuss about?" Snowie asks as he starts tapping his feet on the stool. "What makes it so special?"

"Well, it started back when you were only a little cub. Our kings met on the battlefield, and married that evening." She said, being careful to hide some of the more intense details from her boy. "They brought union to our kingdom that day, and since then, the whole kingdom celebrates their anniversary with them."

"Is there a parade?" he asks as his tail starts to wag, almost forcing him out of the chair.

"There are not any parades, but most people take the day off. Most of the farmers and miners around here won't be working today. They usually will just buy their food from others so they can relax until tomorrow." She answers, watching her son's tail quickly fall. "That's why we have to stay open. They need to get their bread somewhere."

The mother goes back to her work, looking over her shoulder at her son on occasion. Soon, she hears the door open. "Happy Kings Day." they both shout in unison. A robed cougar walks in, sniffing the air filled with smells coming from the ovens.

"I am sorry to bother you, but I do have to ask. Why are you open today? You obviously know it's Kings Day, but are you choosing not to observe it?" the cougar prods.

"Sir," the mother says, an annoyed tone quickly coming to her voice. "We do know it's kings day. You came in here to buy something, yes?" she asks, her tail flicking as it kicks up dust from the floor. "If you came in to harass us, then please leave us be."

The cougar huffs as he walks up to the boy at the counter. "If you are a smart boy, you can tell me what happened today." he says, shooting a glance at the boy's mother.

"It's the day," Snowie starts, before looking back to his mother hoping for approval. "The day that the kings got married."

"Yes, but what else happened?" the cougar continues to quiz as he puts his hands on the counter.

Snowie's mother nods as he looks back at the cougar and answers, his face brimming with confidence. "It's when the kingdom united."

"Yes, but what happened when they met?" the cougar says. As a grin passes over his face, a small charm hanging out of the cougar's robes catches the Snowie's eyes.

"That's enough sir. My child does not need to know all the details of that day. He is only nine years old, and surely not old enough to know." the mother says, turning to the interaction with the stranger. She freezes before kneeling down in the floor, covering her pants in flour and dough.

"So, you recognize me?" The cougar states, lifting the hood from his robes. "That's a start." He turns back to the boy and asks again. "What happened when the kings met that day? Before they got married?"

"I don't know?" the boy says, "They kissed?" he guesses, as the cougar starts to laugh.

"They didn't do that until they had been married for a few months. Almost every citizen knows that our King Rajhal bent our King Hotaru over and."

"Okay, he gets the point." Snowie's mother says, getting up and walking over to her son to cover his ears. "He really does not need to know about the intimate details of our royalty. I don't him getting ideas if he were to ever meet them."

The cougar only looks at the mother before nodding. "I understand." he says as he reaches into his pocket. "What do you have ready for the day? I have been sent into town to help prepare for a feast."

"For the castle?" she asks as she notices the charm peeking out from under his cloak.

"Yes ma'am," the cougar answers as he brings a pouch from his cloak. "I wish to hire your services for the day. How many loaves could you bake before noon? Our kitchen staff needs the bread before the ceremony starts."

"Ooooh what kind of ceremony?" Snowie asks, almost tipping off from the stool from excitement.

"Snowie, it's not for children to watch." she says, smacking her son in the back of the head playfully. Snowie's mother turns to the cougar, counting on her fingers repeatedly. "I could have a hundred and twenty loaves for you by that time."

"Good. I will take them all." the cougar says, as he leans over to the child. "What would it take in gold for you to close your shop for the day after you are done?" he asks, grinning to the boy. "It is Kings Day after all.

"Please, can we?" Snowie asks as he turns to his mother.

"I guess it would take a gold piece. It's what we would make on a busy day like today.

"Then three gold it is." the cougar smiled as he tossed a polished coin to the boy. "The other two will come when I get the loaves. We will be here before noon, and you said it would be one hundred and twenty loaves, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct. The last loaves should still be hot though, do you have a way to carefully transport them?" the mother asked, worrying about the cougar's hands.

"I will worry about that, you just spend the day with your son. Today is not just about the kingdom, but celebrates families coming together for something good." He leans in to the boy at the counter. "You go help your mother, she will need it today." He smiles as he reminds the mother "One hundred and twenty loaves, noon, two more gold pieces. Don't disappoint your kingdom. Make them the finest in the city." He leaves the shop with a wag of his tail, knowing his job for the day was done.

"You got your time with me, with that big mouth of yours. Close the shop and help me baking. We won't be stopping until he gets back." Snowie's mother nags the child as she gathers ingredients for the massive baking that would commence.

Luckily Snowie had learned some techniques from watching his mother bake in the shop. Working quickly, he washed his hands carefully and grabbed the eggs that had been brought in from one of the local farms the night before. "It's kinda good that our neighbor Jim helps us by bringing the things we need from the farms." Snowie looked at his fingers like his mom did before when talking to the cougar. He pointed to different parts of his fingers, mumbling to himself before looking to his mother and asking, "That would be two hundred and forty eggs, right?"

"You carried wrong, try again." the mother says in a patient tone, measuring the large amounts of flour she would need. Shrugging her shoulders at the scale she usually used for baking, she moved to the one that she used when brought the shipments of ingredients in. "Remember, for the first part, you only need one egg per loaf. How many do we need for the first batch? We can fit a quarter of the loaves we need in the ovens at a time."

"Oh, that would thirty." Snowie says with a smile on his face, his long tail almost knocking the basket of eggs over as it hit with a thud. He grabbed the basket and held it steady as he started to place eggs on the counter.

"Yes, but I now need you to get back to work. We can't waste a moment doing this if we want it done in time." the mother says, trying to motivate her son. "The only way you get the afternoon off is to get this completed by the time he gets back.

Before they know it, the final loaves are coming out of the oven. Just as Snowie's mother starts to bring the last batch out, the cougar walks back in the door. "How many did you get?" he asks, figuring the two couldn't handle the job.

"We have ninety ready to go, and the last thirty are coming out now. How are you planning on transporting these?" She asks, looking at her son with a smile. The cougar points to the covered cart outside the door. "That's nice, but how do you plan on getting them to the cart. They are still very hot."

"I have someone else coming to help me." he says as a fully armored tiger walks through the door, his arms full of white linen sacks. "Lieutenant, bring the bags over to the baker and get the bread in."

The tiger looks at the pile of bread on the counter, tossing a few of the sacks next to them. His voice almost growled as he started to command the child. "Kid, why don't you make yourself useful and fill those up." He moved over to the boy's mother and held the bag open as she placed the loaves inside. "What happened to tk, or is he lazing about still with the horses?"

"He is making sure they don't take off Jasper. Unless you want to carry these all to the castle yourself, you better stop complaining." replies the cougar.

The tiger sighs, opening the other bag. "But I would rather be at the ceremony, I really wanted to see that wimpy little otter get his."

"There is a child present!" the mother shouts, stopping the tiger from sharing details in front of her son. "I don't know why you two have such an obsession with the Kings Day ceremony, but I don't think that is appropriate discussion in front of my son."

"Sorry ma'am" the cougar replies as he sarcastically bows.

"I think the boy would rather join in. He is cute enough." the tiger smiles as he looks at the child, his spots covered in flour. "He is a bit dirty, though that never turned me away."

The tiger's comments were met with a hand across his face. "That is all the loaves, now get out of my home." she commands to the tiger, as her son moves behind her. "I don't mind your presence though sir," she says, bowing to the cougar. "You seem to listen to my wishes."

The cougar nods, pulling two more coins from the pouch and placing them on the table. "That's the deal we had. Are you closed for the day?" he asks, hoping she has not reconsidered.

"Yes, but we haven't had time to prepare anything for ourselves." she states, listing to her son's stomach rumble.

"I will pay for your lunch and dinner to be brought in from the tavern across the street." He pulls a few coins from his pocket. "Anything you would like?"

"Food." Snowie replies, before receiving another playful smack from his mother.

"Don't be a wise ass." she commands, as she looks at the cougar. "Anything will be fine, just no vegetables for me. I try to stick with being a carnivore."

"Can we get something you won't make?" Snowie asks his mom, pulling on her apron.

The cougar laughs at the exchange between the two. "You two enjoy yourselves today. Happy Kings Day for you two."

"Thank you good sir. Wish our Kings a happy anniversary for us, will you?" she asks as the cougar starts to leave.

"I will personally give them your regards." The cougar says as he exits their shop.

"That was delicious mom." Snowie says as he finishes the last bite on his plate. He couldn't believe that the tavern across the street made such interesting foods. "Can you learn to make that dish?" he asked, wanting more of the curry that was on his plate only moment before.

"Not in your lifetime." she says, her nose still wrinkled at the smell coming from the cleaned plate. "It burned my eyes from even the smell. I would rather eat a whole ham."

Snowie looked at his mom as a bewildered look crossed his face. "But I thought you hated ham. You always said it gave you headaches."

His mother smiled, "Yes, and I would rather have a whole ham all to myself than even smell that food again. That does not mean we are getting ham the next time we eat from there." She pushes the slab of beef away from her, only half finished. "Do you want any of this? It tastes like your dinner. They must have cooked it in the same kitchen." She laughs as she stands up, looking at the boy tearing a chunk off the meat.

"I think they." he says between chewing. Snowie swallows and continues. "I think they only have one kitchen." He smiles and ducks his head, avoiding his mother's swat. "Do you want them to cook it in the alleyway next time?

"If it means it wont taste like curry, they could cook it in their trash can. I know how that place smells though, so I highly doubt it." She says, brushing the flour off her son. "You really need a bath Snowie, get upstairs and clean yourself."

"But Mom," he protests, "I want to stay down here with you."

"Now." she replies, pointing her finger to the stairs. He pushes away from the table with a huff, and stomps up the stairs. "You can come back when you have scrubbed every spot clean."

"Mom." he says as he sighs. "I'm a snow leopard. They won't come off."

She only smiles as she mimes scrubbing hers off, letting loose a small amount of flour on her arm. Snowie gasped as her spots disappeared. "How did you do that?" he asks, trying to delay.

"I will tell you once you are cleaned up." she replies, holding firm to her ground.

"Okay, fine. I'm going." Snowie says, as he trudges up to the living room above the shop. He looks at the tub they had in the corner. Luckily it stayed pretty warm from the ovens going most of the day. His mother had the house designed so the hot air from the downstairs heated the water all day. As the ovens would die down, the coals would keep the water warm enough through bed time.

Snowie tossed his clothes into the middle of the room, mumbling to himself about how he always had to take orders from his mom. As he stepped into the warm waters, his sore muscles from the day started to ease up. Letting out a soft moan, he submerged himself into the warm waters. He thought he could hear the door open, but it was probably his mom just cleaning the ovens.

He brought his head back above the water, shaking the water out from his ears. He could hear her shouting, but couldn't make out what she was saying. She must have touched the warm ovens again. "Mom always tells me to watch out where I am touching. It's so like her to lean against the oven." Snowie shrugs it off as he talks to himself, starting to scrub the flour and dough now matted into his fur.

Once the larger patches were cleaned up, he decided that it would be better to see if she was okay. He remembered how mad she was the time she fell down the stairs and he went back to tending to the customers. His mom still kept bringing that up to this day. He hopped out of the tub and shook himself off before wandering over to the dresser that held his clothes. "Might as well put this on now that I don't have to get it dirty." he said with a sigh. He might as well try the clothes his mother wanted him to wear on for a while today. Maybe then she could see that they didn't fit right on him. He struggled to get the buttons on the shirt fastened, so decided to go down and ask her for help.

As his foot hit the first step down, he could hear his mother more clearly. She was yelling at someone, not something. He peaked into the crack between the ceiling and the stairs, a small hole he often used to spy on his mother when he was supposed to be asleep. Three robed figures stood just in front of the doorway, wearing the same robes as the cougar this morning. The one in front shouted into the shop. "Snowie. You need to come with us."

"Mom, what is he talking about?" he says as he slinks down the stairs. "What did I do?" The boy clutches his tail, worrying that he must have gotten them in trouble somehow. "I don't remember doing anything that bad today." He notices his mother sitting on the floor, her face wet with tears. Snowie rushes over to his mother as he yells at the robed figures. "What did you do to my mom?"

"I'm so sorry Snowie, I didn't want this to happen" His mother states, looking at her son. "I thought I had more time." she sobs.

"Had more time for what?" Snowie asks, wrapping his arms around his mother, trying to console her.

"Your mother borrowed money from the crown to build and run this shop." The cougar says as he steps to the counter. "I don't know if she read the documents she signed, but it stated that she would put you up as the collateral for the shop if she failed to pay her debts."

"You can't take him, he is my son." Snowie's mother yells at the cougar, moving her son behind her. "I told you that I am paying this off as quickly as I can. I can even give you the three gold back that you paid me earlier. That should help pay off more than a month's payment, right?"

"Ma'am, you have fallen six months behind on your debts. Even if you were to pay us the whole balance we would use your son to serve the castle to pay your whole balance."

"Why would you do this tonight then? On King's Day of all days? After your speech about resting this morning when you came in?" his mother asks, hoping to buy for time.

"I was actually sent to bring him in this morning. When I saw your bond, I decided to give you one more day together. When I brought the news to the kings, they said I had to bring him in, or fulfill the other option."

"What is the other option?" the boy asks, hoping it's an easier one.

"If you don't come willingly, your mother will be tried for treason for disobeying a contract made with the crown. You will be sold to a lord as a permanent servant for the cost of the remaining debt. Because of your choice not to come with us, you would forever be enslaved to the lord and lady of that land." the cougar says, hanging his head.

"But I don't want to go." Snowie says, grabbing onto his mother. "I want to stay with my mom."

"I wish there was something else I could offer, but my hands are tied by the law. I was told if I didn't take you in tonight, I would be executed next to your mother. I can not leave here without you." He squats down next to the boy, looking him in the eyes. "I really do think it's the best idea for you to go with me."

The snow leopard takes a swipe at the cougar with his claws, drawing blood from the hooded figure's face as he falls backwards onto the floor. "Mom, tell them I don't have to go."

She looks at her son, her tears as drained as her expression. "You need to go with them." she says, holding back her emotions the best she could. "If you do, we will get to be together again. If you don't go, I won't get to ever see you again." She pushes her child towards the feline on the ground as he stands up, brushing himself off.

The cougar motions to the robed men accompanying him, as they walk over, handing the man a pair of cuffs. "I wish you had chose this on your own boy. I thought you would be smarter than this from what I saw earlier. At least your mother knows what is the right decision." As Snowie's arms are forced behind his back, his mother curls up into a ball, tears flowing again.

"Sorry." She makes out between gasps, the boy starting to kick and scream as the two men accompanying the cougar pick him up. She watches as they carry her son to the door.

The cougar follows the men, holding the door for them. "I do need to get this wound checked out. I will be adding my medical bills to your debt." He says as he slams the door behind him.

"Get that kid in the carriage now and make haste to the castle. We don't need her changing her mind." The cougar says as he watches the men toss the snow leopard into the carriage. Stepping in, he motions to the driver, his men holding the boy down in the seat from either side. He closes the door to their ride and sits across from the frightened boy.

"What do you want from me?" Snowie asks, trying to fight free from the grip holding him down.

"I want to keep my job. I am getting tired of having to collect you boys and watch over you in the prisons." the cougar says, bringing his hood down from his face. "Why can't you boys ever just come peacefully?"

"Because I hate you." the snow leopard replies, spitting at his captor. "I don't wanna go to the castle. I don't want to be a servant to someone so mean to my mom."

"You really have no choice boy. It's an agreement your mother made." The cougar said as he braced himself. The carriage hit a rock in the street and forced the boy's head into the wall. "Careful of the bump." he says, grinning at the leopard's pain. Snowie winces as he the cougar braces himself again.

"What happens now?" the leopard asks, wanting to know his fate. "How long before I get to see my mom again?"

"That will be a long time from now." the cougar says as he shakes his head. "You won't be freed until her whole debt is paid off." He brings his hand to the wound on his face, wiping the blood that trickled down his cheek off. He moves his hand to the boy's mouth, clamping it shut as he cleans his hand over the boy's fur. "I do know we will be seeing a lot of each other. Had you voluntarily gone with me, you could start your service tonight. Seeing you don't want to be in service, you will be spending time in the dungeon until you are ready to submit to your kings."

The leopard snarls as a growl escapes from his throat. The cougar just sits back in his seat. "I don't know how long the kings will wait though." he says, bracing himself for another bump. The two men holding the boy down jolted as the leopard sprung free, lunging at the cougar. He was only met by a the larger feline's foot, pushing him down to the floor of the carriage. The snow leopard fell with an gasp, the wind knocked from the boy's lungs. "This one might take a bit of torture before we can break him."

Snowie looks up as the taller of the two men drops his hood "Please tell me I can have him when you are done." the tiger says in a low growl, looking at the boy gasping below him. "I should have some bonus for having to work on Kings Day."

"Jasper, you know you can't have your way with every boy that comes through the castle doors. I don't even know if he is legal yet. You know the kings decreed that any person that has not started puberty can not agree to that." the cougar reminded the tiger.

"Who said he was going to agree to anything? I just want him to be of service to our military. He seems pretty and naive. That face of his could service the whole third regiment, though I want what lays under that large tail of his." The tiger says, licking his lips at the thought.

"I don't want to be part of the military." the snow leopard gasps as he clutches his chest. "I don't like fighting."

The cougar laughs, pressing his foot harder onto the boy. "You sure tried to fight with me."

"And who said you would be part of our ranks child?" the tiger laughs. "I just want to use to get my frustrations out. We could have our own Kings Day celebration right now." Jasper says as he brings his hand to his groin. "I might not be able to wait till you are tied up to have some fun. Please Alban, let me do this just this time. Who would know?"

The remaining hooded figure reveals himself. "I would." the skunk speaks as he reveals himself.

The tiger throws his fist into the side of the carriage. "Why did you have to come anyways? You always have to stick your nose in where it doesn't belong."

"This does involve me. I am here to make sure he isn't damaged by you two. Alban, you get very violent when you don't have your way." He looks at the tiger as he stands. "Last time you brought someone in Jasper, they didn't walk for three weeks, and their ribs were broken in three places. I don't even know why they send either of you to do this."

"Because we at least bring them back. You just scare them off with your smell." the tiger growls, digging his claws into the wood next to him. "I don't know how the mother could have stood that, though the house did smell heavily of curry."

"Yeah, I think that child's breath is worse than your ass tk." Alban adds, as the carriage slams to a halt. "Child, say hello to your new home." the cougar says, as the tiger pulls a sack out from his cloak, forcing it over the boy's head. Snowie starts to scream before a strong burning smell hits his nostrils. As his head started to spin, he could feel a hand press against the crotch of his pants, with another pressing firmly around the sack in front of his mouth.

"Stop that Jasper." he could hear the cougar shout before he fell into the skunk's lap passing out from the lack of oxygen going to his head.

The snow leopard awakens on the dark cold floor, a smell worse than the one in the carriage assaulting his senses. He could smell the scent of other men and sewers forcing it's way into his nose. Snowie wretched as he opened his mouth and the smell became taste. As his eyes adjusted, he could see the room starting to brighten and the bars on the room starting to illuminate. "Somebody help me." he screamed, hoping someone would free him from his night.

"No one is going to hear you boy." Alban stated as he entered the room, placing the torch just outside the cell. "You really should save your energy for the kings. They will have a lot of things for you to do."

"Let me go you monster!" Snowie screams at the top of his lungs as he tries to lunge again at his captor. The cougar only replies by drawing a dagger from his belt and stepping towards the boy. He could see the military uniform Alban was wearing, confirming that he was indeed being held by the kings.

"You can keep struggling, but it would be a shame if you accidentally slipped onto my blade." Alban says as he runs his finger along the edge of his dagger. "It is a bit sharper than your claws." The cougar takes the tip of the blade and slides it under the boy's shirt as he lets out a smile. "These seem like very nice clothes. Do you like them?"

"My mom said it looks good on me, so you better not rip it. She said it's my best, and I can't play in it." The leopard says, hoping to not upset his mother.

"Then I better make sure you don't dirty it more by being in this cell." Alban replies mockingly as he moves his blade upwards to tear through the boy's shirt. "I will make sure this is as clean as it can get." The blade cuts the shirt free from the boy, leaving the leopard's chest bare to the cougar.

"You ruined my shirt. That was my mom's favorite." he says as he struggles against his restraints. "Why did you do that?"

The cougar places his hands on the remnants of the boy's shirt and tears them from his torso, laughing as they rip from the snow leopard's arms around his cuffs. "Why? I do it because it's my job." Alban brings his dagger back from it's sheath and slides it down waist of the leopard's pants. As the blade pressed against the snow leopard's sensitive bits, he smiled and finished. "And I do love my job."

The leopard gasped as his eyes went wide at the cold blade in his pants. "Please don't cut me." he begs.

The cougar withdraws his blade from the child's clothes, and sheaths it back. He leans down to the boy's ankles and grips his pants, pulling the boy to the ground. "I wouldn't dare damage the king's new toy." he states as the leopard is pulled against his restraints, his pants stuck over his large feet. With a hard tug, the boy's pants pull from around his feet, ripping at the force.

Snowie pulled his feet towards him, as he started to sob. His mom loved those clothes that she had bought for him, and now they were torn and thrown on the ground. He started to shiver, only clad now in his underwear that clung tightly to his body.

"Are you cold boy?" Alban asks as he puts his hands in the boy's underwear.

"Yes I am sir." he says as he tries to wrap his long tail around body for warmth. "Can I have my clothes back please?"

"I have a better idea." the cougar answers as his claws shred the last scraps of clothing from the child. "How about I give you something else to keep you warm?" He asks, throwing the shreds of cloth that gave the boy any sense of modesty. Alban moved to the hall, grabbing the torch from the wall. "How about a nice fire to keep you warm tonight? It is unseasonably chilly tonight."

The snow leopard lets out a shrill scream as the torch lowers to his tattered clothing. The clothing starts to glow before engulfing in flames that brighten his cell. His eye fixate on the cougar, his armor dancing in the light created from his best outfit being destroyed. Alban moved to the boy, noticing the silver chain around his neck. "I don't think you will need this either." He said, grasping the necklace from the boy's chest and ripping it off.

"My mother gave me that!" the boy said softly, worn from his exertion. "She said it was the only thing she had left from my father."

"Well, consider it to be the start of your debts being paid off." Alban said as he walked to the edge of the cell. "This might be able to fetch a couple of copper in the market." he says as he looks at the chain. Freezing in his tracks, he looks back at the boy. "You said you got this was your father's?"

"Yes." the boy replies softly over the crackle from the fire.

The cougar smiles as he slams the barred door shut and puts the torch back into it's holder on the wall. "I will be seeing you again boy. I do hope you become more cooperative next time."

Snowie awoke abruptly from his dream. As he looked around at the cell that still held him he pondered to himself if that was a dream, or his mind just tormenting him to things he now believed he would never see again. The water still dripped in the corner and the screams still pierced the air. The pungent smell from the water outside continued to fill the room leaving his nose with no escape. The young leopard sighed and admitted to himself that if he wanted his mother to survive, he would have to submit to the kings' demands.

Sitting up from the pile of damp straw he shuffled over to the bucket again, just to huff in disappointment. He couldn't' imagine having to use something as crude as this. They couldn't give him a bed pan, or at least something to clean himself afterwards? Or even a clean bucket? The feline's questions were cut quick as the cramping in his bowels intensified.

A grimace of disgust crossed the young snow leopard's face as he realized in order for the pain to subside he would have to use the bucket. The bucket, he realized, that would only make the stench worse in his dimly lit hell. He slowly squatted over the bucket, moving his long tail out of the way. A tear fell from the feline's eye as he started to relieve himself. A voice softly spoke out from the dark corner of the room.

"It get's easier when you just give up" the soft voice spoke. "It wasn't my intention to watch, but there is only one bucket."

The snow leopard froze, now not knowing he was alone. He shuddered at the thought that someone else was watching as his clothes were torn from him and then burned. How could he have not seen that the cell was not empty? Was the person invisible? Magic? Maybe he snuck in while the leopard was asleep?

"I can see you, but you can't see me I'm guessing" the soft voice spoke again. "It's the torch outside. It sheds light on only one half of the room. I think it's to drive us crazy."

"I'm kind of busy, can you at least stop talking? Oh, and stop staring at me!" The leopard snapped. He huffed as another cramp hit him. He barred down as he emptied himself, hanging his head in shame and embarrassment. His shame was only deepened by the sound of metal jingling and footfalls in time with each other. Someone else might see him exposed like this. The now too familiar cougar stood at the door.

I can see you survived your first two nights. If you are ready, I can take you to the slave's chambers, you can get cleaned up, and you can start your new life serving the royal court. Or, you can stay here, continue to wallow in your own filth, and put your dear mother in danger." The cougar huffed as he turned, "It's your choice child, and no skin off my back to let the Sherriff know to take care of your mother." He looked back at the cub in the cell, piercing into his eyes, "She won't have as nice of a cell as you do, it might be a bit smaller." The guard starts to laugh. "Who am I kidding? Knowing this law system, for your disobedience, she may only have to spend the night in it, as they prep the gallows."

The young feline lunges at the cell bars, only to be choked and thrown to the floor by his collar that still is fastened to the wall. "Don't you dare lay a hand on my mother" Snowie gasps, as he tries to stand up. I am going to"

"Going to what?" the cougar snaps, glaring at the spotted feline in the cage. "It's a simple choice. Accept slavery and work off your mother's debt, or force her fate of imprisonment or death. This is the final time we are giving you this choice. Step back to the wall if you want her to live. Otherwise, I have a lunch date with the Sherriff.

"Stop!" Snowie exclaimed, slumping his shoulders down in submission. "What do I have to do?"

"First you need to learn how to listen. I told you to stand next to that wall if you are ready to submit."

"But what do I have to do as a slave? Who am I a slave to?"

"One." the cougar shouted.

The snow leopard stomped his foot and shouted back. "What do I have to do?"

"Two." the cougar said firmly, not acknowledging the young feline's requests. "If I get to five, I'm leaving."

"But what am I agreeing to?" the snow leopard asked unrelentingly

"Three." The cougar said impatiently. "I'm not sure if I want stew, or a nice meat pie. I know the Sherriff will want some drinks though, so it better go good with ale."

"What do I have to do for you? Stop counting and just answer me."

"Four." The cougar put's his keys away and turns from the cell.

"Just do what he says. They had the body rotting for a week last time in here that someone didn't go with them" the mysterious voice inputs from the dark corner of the room.

The snow leopard takes a step back as a tear falls down his already damp cheek. His mind races with what he will be forced to do, but he would go to any lengths to save his mother. As he takes another step back he hears the cougar speak up.

"Does this mean you are done having your tantrum? Are we getting ready to go, or should I just end this now?" The guard put his hand on the sheathed dagger, just like he did when the snow leopard first entered the cell. You don't have any clothes to cut off, so other parts will have to suffice. I don't have all day, so unless you are playing games, I want to see your hands against that wall now." The cougar points to the wall just above the bucket.

Snowie shudders, knowing he has to stand over the source of the burning stench of the room. The bucket of his shame and embarrassment. He looked over at the dark corner of the room where the stranger was, praying that the source of the strange voice couldn't see the tears staining the young feline's face. He put his hands on the wall, and his feet spread on ether side of the bucket. "Now what? Will you answer my questions?"

The cougar slowly unlocked the door, "You will do what your master says. That's what you will be expected to do." The cougar continues as he enters the cell "I am not your master, nor can I know what they will expect of you. I just hope, for your own safety and that of your mother's that you don't decide to change your mind. She is a very pretty feline after all."

"Don't talk about my mother that" Snowie tries to threaten but interrupted by being struck in the back of his knees, bringing him down to the ground, face only inches away from the putrid stench. He could feel a foot firmly on the back of his head.

"I don't know about you, but I would love to shut you up real quick. Keep running that mouth, and it can be full easily. Or we can head upstairs now to the slave quarters, and get you cleaned up. Now put your hands behind your back."

Snowie does what he is told, knowing that without a way to wash, this might be the last thing he ever smells. As his tail tucks between his legs he can feel two cold heavy shackles being put around his wrists. The new added weight brings his arms down, only to have the chain connecting them fall across his back.

The cougar releases his foot from the snow leopard's head. "It's tempting to just take advantage of this situation, but you need a wash, and I have some standards." A cough comes from the darkened corner, before the snow leopard is lifted up upon his feet. As the chain hits the wall, the snow leopard turns to look at it. He is met with a bite on his ear, followed by a whisper "Hopefully we can find a good use for you." The cougar pauses, before pushing Snowie towards the cell door. "Your stench is getting to me already, start walking." The guard ordered as he pointed to the darkened corner of the cell. "And you... Clean that shit up."

"What shit Sir?" the voice quivered.

The guard kicks the pail into the corner. The pail crashes as it hits the wall, and rolls back into the light, now empty. "That shit. Now move cat." The cougar takes a leather lead from his pouch and attaches it to the iron band around the leopard's neck. Follow me, and hurry up."

Snowie was lead down the hall along cells that were like his. He could hear the screaming of young men, pleading for the parents and shouts of vulgarity towards the guard. The young leopard only hung his head in shame as he padded softly in the nude on display for the other captives. A cheetah, about his age, whistled and made thrusting motions with his hips as a white fox, covered in what the leopard would assume was mud bent over in his direction and raised his tail. Snowie shook his head in disgust at the presentation and finally spoke to his captor. "Could I at least get something to wear?" He tried to cover himself, but the restraints on his wrists prevented him from any such action. The white fur on his face showed almost pink from the blushing. He felt more exposed then he had before.

"If you cover yourself up now, you will only spread your stench elsewhere. You are covered in the filth of this dungeon, and I don't think their highnesses will approve of such filth in the upper levels. After you bathe, they will dress you appropriately. I'm not sure how much they will let you wear, with" the cougar pauses and looks at the feline's thin frame "well, your figure."

"As long as I'm not on parade for everyone to see my parts. I don't like this" the young boy stated as he started walking, trying to hurry his humiliating show. "Are we almost there?" the snow leopard asked as he looked at a set of stairs at the end of the corridor. "I don't like these other boys advances."

"Modesty isn't going to get you anything here. His Highness Rajhal enjoys the male body to look one's worthiness as a solder. His Highness Hotaru enjoys the variation in the male form from an artistic sense. You may not have the chance to hide much, since your spots cover most of your body. They both enjoy the unique, and by far, snow leopards are a few and far between in this castle."

"But I get cold easily." the boy huffs, as he starts to feel the draft coming down the stairs. The air smelled different than the stagnant odors that filled the dungeon. It was like a relief that his nose cherished more than it did before. Almost that of meat charring, or vegetables. All he could figure out is that it was food that was calling him. He had not eaten in two days, and the odors quickly became more torturous than the stench of excrement in the dungeon. The pain in his stomach started to increase, soon becoming more intense than the cramps he had before. He soon grabbed the cougar's tail that was just in reach.

The guard turned, drawing his knife and put it to the child's throat. "You never touch me, a guard, or anyone for that matter. Do you understand you disgusting little slave?" The younger feline started to sob again, his breath becoming short and labored. "What is wrong with you? You seem to have bravery, until you are called upon to answer for it."

"I'm, I'm" the snow leopard stutters. "I am just hungry Sir."

"Sir?" the cougar asks back. "You just called me sir." The guard turns and starts up the stairs. "There might be some hope for you yet. They will get you some soaked bread while they are cleaning you. You may want to cover your eyes when we get to the top."

The two stood before the solid locked doors at the top of the stairs. A sliver of light pierced into the darkness around the edge. The guard turned towards the snow leopard, bringing a rag to the leopard's eyes. "If you don't want to be blinded, let me cover your eyes. We need to travel through the lower yard to get to the slave's quarters. The change in light can hurt you eyes, and we need you to see tonight."

A exaggerated sigh escapes the leopards mouth. "I know it's really because you don't want me to know where I was. You just don't want me being able to help the others out."

"The others will just try to have their way with you." the older guard stated as he tied the blindfold behind the feline's head. I'm doing this for your safety. If you want to be blind and sick, go ahead. That won't help your situation."

The young leopard could hear the door creak open as the smells of food intensified. There were strong tones of burning wood, shouting, clashing of metal. He cowered down from the overload, the plethora of inputs in stark contrast from the dingy cell he only recently inhabited. He could feel his neck being tugged on by the leash. As the environment overwhelmed him he could hear a voice speak. "You may want to move quickly with me." the cougar said while tugging on the leash. Suddenly the couple stopped.

"And just where do you think you are bringing that tasty little treat?" A gruff voice said. The snow leopard could feel something cold lifting his tail. "Is he the new toy for the third regiment? We wore out our last one. Poor thing couldn't handle our mounts after we were done." The younger feline hissed as a hand grasped his buttocks, fingers spreading his cheeks apart. "A bit messy, but looks like it's never been truly used. The captain is going to have a blast in this one." He heard a slap, the cold being removed from under his tail, letting it tuck back between his legs."

"You know Jasper that only the Kings themselves get to make that decision. He has not even been to the quarters yet and you are already trying to get a piece. I don't think they will be very happy to find out that you were trying to take food from their plate. Do you?" The cougar sighed as Jasper grunted. "Kid, we need to move you now. That was one of the more gentle ones, the others will just take what they want."

"Will I be used as" Snowie shuddered as he held back a dry heave. Moving in the direction he was led, he blindly stumbled across the yard. He felt a arm push against his back. He let out a shriek at the possible violator. "I don't want to be your mount's breeding stock!"

"Relax kid, we got ya." A soothing voice said as the blindfold was removed. The snow leopard found himself standing in a tent with a lion in front of him. He pondered to himself looking at the slender frame covered in a light golden fur what the lion wanted. Or was it a lioness? Snowie looked at where the mane should be and only found short golden fur. "I am here to wash you up. You smell, well, kinda ripe. I don't mind at all, but I think it's getting you some unwanted attention. Those brutes outside can be kinda grabby"

"Yeah, tell me about it." the snow leopard replied. He looked around as his eyes adjusted to the brighter lights. He found himself in a tent, covered by tan canvas. A gentle breeze circulated the air around him, bringing his own scent to his nose. "Please, can you help me out? I really don't want them chasing me like flies." He ears laid back on his head as he sheepishly asked. "What is your name Sir?"

"My name is Jessie." the lion replied, and stated. "Don't call me Sir, just call me Jessie. Sir is too formal for me. I'm a servant to the Kings, and a nurse to the slaves. I would rather you see me as someone you can talk to."

"But are you a Mr. Jessie, or a Mrs. Jessie" the snow leopard prodded as Jessie moved behind the snow leopard and unlocked the cuffs. He couldn't stand this ambiguity.

"Just Jessie. I don't do labels. Should it really matter sweetie?" Jessie said as he ruffles the hair on Snowie's head "It's not like you are going to be doing anything with me that matters. I know you are a boy though. It would be obvious to anyone with two eyes. Or even one eye with what you seem to be blessed with."

Snowie quickly covered himself with his paws, blushing deeply. "Can I have some clothes yet?" he asked sheepishly.

"I need to make sure you are washed and groomed first. We can't have you tracking the grime and just" Jessie pauses while making a gagging motion with their finger. "Just you come over here and get you in this bath. Snowie was gestured over to a partition in the tent in the back. The smell of burning wood grew stronger the closer he got to the partition. A wide barrel sat on ground next to a stove. on the stove there was a large kettle, with a spout and a lever. He followed the spout to the barrel, and what must be for water. "I never know with you young boys if you can get yourself clean enough. Plus, the boss man says I gotta do my best to pretty you boys up in every way. You can have your modesty soon, but I just pretend I'm your momma for a few. I may have to touch you in some places you won't be too happy about. We just gotta do this, and it can be all over soon."

The snow leopard started sobbing again, sitting down on the ground while refusing to move. "I want to see my mom!" Snowie shouted through his tears.

The lion quickly put her hand over the youth's mouth. "Shhhh, I know it hurts right now, but you need to get used to your new life. I'm sorry I brought up your mother, but I'm under the understanding that if you don't cooperate you will but both of you in jeopardy. I need you to relax so we can get you washed up. Sometime you can come and see me sweetie, and we can talk. Right now though, we have a task to complete. How bout you go over to that bath there, and we can get you prettied right up." The leopard reluctantly trudged over to the tub looking into it. The lion hefts up the young boy into his bath with a swift motion, surprising the leopard with her hidden strength.

"I can wash myself, you don't have to watch" the leopard protests as warm water starts pouring over his head. "Why don't you just let me." he starts, but quickly changes to a soft purr, a noise he has not let out in what seems to be ages. The lion starts to massage the soap into the leopard's fur starting at his head working down. "How did you learn to?" again being interrupted by gasp as the lion put her paws on Snowie's shoulders and started working the tension out from the long nights on the straw piles.

"I know what I'm doing because you aren't the first cat I've bathed. I know what us kitties like. Stand up for me, I need to get your chest and back now." She started working more of the soap into Snowie's back, interchanging the suds for the occasional flow of water. The snow leopard's claws dug into the rim of the tub as claws started separating the fur on his back, exfoliating him for the first time. His tail was grasped as it started to raise, being lathered in sections from it's tip slowly to it's base. "You may not be too happy about this next part, but it will feel better later. I promise sweetie."

The leopard let out a growl as the paw not holding his tail slipped between his legs. Slowly it snaked between his cheeks and rubbed against his tight hole. He knew it had to be cleaned from the bucket incident earlier, but someone else touching there felt alien to him. Something started poking his hole, slowly sliding in with the slippery soap coating. "STOP!" he exclaimed as he moved away. "Don't touch me there, I'm not gay."

"Honey, I didn't say anything about you being gay. You just gotta be fully clean." The lion said as she removed her digit from the boy's rump. Looking at the young feline she made a motion for him to face her. "I told you that ya wouldn't like that, but maybe this might be a bit more soothing, yet equally as awkward." She placed her paw again between his legs and moved her lathered paw forward, caressing his balls. She grinned as he let out a small moan, blushing yet again while coving his sheath.

"You sure you need to wash me there?" Snowie said sheepishly. "I think they are clean enough at this point."

"You may be right, but I need you to move your paws now." the lion said, while lathering her paws again with the soap. "I promise I won't hurt you, but as I said, this may feel a bit awkward." As Snowie closed his eyes as he moved his paws away from his groin. He felt the light grasp around his sheath as it was pulled back, and a finger swishing around his tip as it started to poke out. "It's okay to get excited, no one enters here unless I let them."

The snow leopard let out a sigh as he gave in to the stimulation of his tip. The gentle grasp was much softer than he had ever used. He finally opened his eyes to look down at himself, and noticed that he had became quite erect. The smell from not having had bathed made his head swim. He was used to smelling this from other adults, but not from himself. Snowie's head started to swim, not knowing how he felt about this new sensation as the lathered paw started to work up and down his shaft. He left out a soft moan before covering his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." the leopard tried to excuse himself.

"It's okay, I'm used to you boys getting a bit of enjoyment. Just relax and live in this moment." She looked down at the now erect feline shaft in her paw, knowing that she was no longer at this point just bathing the cub, but masturbating him. Jessie let out a soft chuckle as she lathered up her paws again, this time gripping a bit more firmly. "You seem to like this a lot, don't you?" she asked as she moved her other lathered paw to his buttocks again and gripped it tightly. The snow leopard just nodded as his purrs grew louder and more sharp. She felt as his hand grabbed her arm, claws digging softly into it as he started to thrust into her hand. "I have never seen someone get so into their bath."

Sounding of trumpets and soldiers clamoring outside made Jessie freeze. She quickly grabbed the child from the tub and set him back on the ground putting her arm around him. The temperature difference brought shivers down his spine, and the abrupt change in mood brought a confused look to his face as he asked "What was that? What is going on?"

"When you hear those sounds, that means royalty has entered. You are to be out to greet them, along with everyone else." the lion replied. "It does not matter what you are doing, you must go as you are." She put a paw on the back of the leopard as she ushered him to the entrance of the tent. "Hurry and stand just outside. I will be right next to you."

The snow leopard's eyes went wide at the display of the lower castle. More than two hundred solders stood at attention on either side of the path from the outer doors to the inner ones leading to the main area. The air had become silent, leaving only the sounds of two sets of feet to be heard. Snowie tried to catch a glimpse of what the commotion was as the army started to kneel in unison, leaving the two figures in full view.

Standing in front of the gate leading to the main part of the castle stood two males. On the left was a tan otter with a fur on his chin the color of sand. His royal robes fell from his shoulders to the ground as if almost as oversized for his frame. The figure standing next to him was much taller, almost twice the height as the Snowie. While his robes were similar, they were clad with pieces of armor, and patches or decorations of some sort. The otter looked around as the dragon only stared, fixated at the military performance in front of him. Suddenly the otter's gaze fell upon the only one that was not on their knees. The Snow leopard's heart sunk as he looked around and realized he was being pointed out. As the dragon's arm was tugged, his attention was also diverted to the tent, and the couple started straight for the lion and the child. The lion tried to grab the leopard to force him to kneel, but it was too late as the important couple quickly walked over.

From half way across the yard, the dragon started shouting "I don't know who you are, or where you think you are, but in my royal court, you will kneel to me. If you do not, you do not obey me, and there is no room in my kingdom for those that do not obey me. I will be only thrilled to have a sniveling child's head on my"

He was cut off by the otter's paw raising, leaving to stand still fuming as his counterpart walked to the entrance of the tent. "I'm sorry child for my Husband's actions. You seem new to this area, or at least the castle. I've never seen a snow leopard, especially as cute as you, gracing our walls, so tell me: Were you ever taught how to address royalty?" the otter asked softly, bringing his webbed paw to caress the snow leopard's cheek.

"No mister" the snow leopard replied. "My mom and I lived near the outer walls near the farms and tannery. We never got important visitors out there. I don't think I had a reason to learn that." The snow leopard looked down at the ground, ashamed of where his family lived compared to some of his friends closer to the town center.

"Child" the otter started as he brought his paw around to Snowie's chin, lifting it up to look him in the eyes, "That was then, and this is now. I see that you are with Jessie, so you must be just arriving here. If you want to be in our service, you need to learn how to show us the respect we deserve." He shoots a glare at the dragon before returning his gaze to the feline, "We will give you five days to learn how to properly address those around here. If by the sixth day you have not learned properly, I can not guarantee your fate or wellbeing." He looks down at the shuddering child in front of him and lets a sigh escape his mouth. "You don't even know who we are, do you?"

The dragon grabs a sword from a nearby solder's waist and points it in the snow leopard's direction. "The child is useless, he is timid, weak, and most of all an imbecile. It must run in his family. There is no reason to even feed."

The dragon's rant was stopped by the otter, as he raised his hand. "Answer me child, don't let him scare you."

"Are you, you, you," the snow leopard stammers, worrying that his answer may cause both him and his mother their lives. "Are you a lord from the land to the west?"

The otter chuckles softly, "A long time ago, I was from a land elsewhere, but I am your King." He starts to scratch under Snowie's chin as he gestures to the dragon. "Do you know who that is?"

"Is he the other King?" the snow leopard asks

"Yes. He is my husband, and I am his. We rule this land together with his might, and my mind. My husband, King Rajhal is a master tactician, and brutal adversary in might. I myself, your King Hotaru am known as quite the diplomat in lands far and wide. I have negotiated the peace that has fallen within this land since I was only your age."

The snow leopard's eyes go wide. "So does that make him the prince of blood, and you the prince of the silver tongue that my grandfather told me about?

"Yes, we once went by those names, until we realized we could reign together by bringing both of our talents into one ruling house."

Snowie stops for a moment and hesitantly asks "Does that mean you?" his face turns to disgust, just like it was when it was forced over the bucket in the cell "Do each other?"

"Child." The otter's expression turns from warm to stern. "That is not an appropriate question for your King. You should never ask such vulgar questions to someone in my position." He bends down to the child's ear and whispers: "Almost every night. You should try it sometime, it is a lot of fun."

The snow leopard turns to whisper back: "But I'm not gay, why does everyone think I am?"

The otter stands up, a grin shining across his face. "It's quite simple you see. The whole time we have been talking, even as you feared for you life, you never got soft." The otter cover's his mouth sarcastically and shouts "Oh, was that aloud? I didn't mean to tell everyone that being this close to your King made you stiff in the pants."

"But I!" the snow leopard protests, trying to hide with his paws his small but erect member that was on show for the now staring military and royalty.

"I will start with the lessons now." the otter commands as his tone changed abruptly as he became slightly irritated at the feline's attempt at modesty. "I want you to learn how to kneel for your King. Raj, Come over here." The otter says as he gestures to his husband with his paw. "I want to see if this child can get the most basic of commands, before we waste our time." The dragon huffed and strode across the yard to stand next to his husband.

With sword still in hand he raised it and looked down at the child. "Do as my husband says. There is no need to waste the space in my dungeon with someone who does not understand how to act in my kingdom."

The command sends the feline to his knees, as he had seen the army and Jessie do before. He continued to look at the once gentle otter, as he stepped closer to the feline. "I don't know if he really means it darling. If he wants to be in a kingdom with two Kings. Our homosexuality seems to bother him for some reason." He moves around to the right side of the feline, his groin next to the young feline's face. Snowie could all but taste the otter's musk emanating from his sheath even though he was clothed. It was fairly sweet smelling, but overwhelmingly strong. He looked at the robes closely and realized quickly why, there was nothing underneath the robe, and they were barely tied together. He could see the otter's royal parts in front of him through the opening in the robe. Snowie's head started to spin again from the smell before a different smell hit him. It smelled almost sea and sweat. He felt something brush against his left cheek almost as if a large finger.

The feline turned to a nose full of the dragon's pants. He tried to close his eyes, but his curiosity held them open. Though covered unlike his husband, it was quite obvious that the dragon was aroused. The snow leopard started to panic. Was it his husband or the threat of death that had gotten the dragon so hard.

"Cat." the dragon barked. "Are you bothered by this? Knowing two men that love each other are standing so close to each other?"

"No mister king sir" the snow leopard stammered, distracted by the abundant smells coming from both men on either side of his face.

"What if we do this?" the otter asked as the couple drew each other closer, sandwiching the poor feline's face from both sides with their bodies. The snow leopard gasped in shock as the otter's robes separated and allowed the his erect shaft to rest on the snow leopard's nose. "Is this something you can handle? Can you handle two powerful men having control over you?" The couple looks down at the feline below them.

The dragon smiles at the sight of his husband humiliating the feline. He pauses as he gets a whiff of his husband's smell, knowing his husband's thoughts are not as innocent as he would have one believe. Rajhal speaks down to Snowie "Address us by Your Highness and then our name. I want you to face me as you address me, and to face my husband when you address him."

The snow leopard, wondering if this was actually better or worse that the cell he had been in only an hour prior looked up at the dragon. "Your Highness Rajhal and," He paused as he turned his head slightly, his lips now resting under the otter's cock. He gulped, knowing the positioning might put the otter into his mouth. "Your Highness Hotaru," he addressed as his lips brushed against the otter's sensitive organ. "I am sorry if I insulted you. I didn't mean to, and I promise I will get better."

The otter took a step back and bent down, adjusting his robes to cover himself again. "I need you to move your hands." He put's his hands on the child's shoulders and catches his gaze again as he returns to his soft tone. "Your body is something of beauty. You should feel pride in showing it. To hide it from sight is like hiding a painting. You need to share the view of yourself with those that might want to see it, not hide it for private viewing." The otter moves his hands down the snow leopard's arms, feeling the soft fur and small frame. He brings his hands to rest on the child's and softly adds "As your King, will you stand proud for who you are? Will you show my kingdom what you were born with?"

The snow leopard looks down as he debates to himself. On one hand he could follow the orders of his king, and make sure he started off with a better standing than he had this morning. On the other hand, he could still deny that there was something about the smell coming from the royal couple. He could continue to deny that the taste of the king did nothing for him. The otter's eyes though were soft, caring, and warm. A soft "Please child" from the king cause the snow leopard to finally give in and move his hands to show himself once more. "That's a good boy." the otter coos as he ruffles the fur on the feline's head. "I'm guessing that you were taking a bath when we showed up, is that right?" He turns to the lion and gives her a slight nod. "I myself would love to help you get him settled. We are out here because Rajhal wants to talk to the troops. I honestly just came out for a stroll."

The lion looks down at Snowie, trying to read his reaction, only to be met with a worried look. "I really don't think that's necessary. I have this covered, you don't need to worry about me. Besides, it's muddy near the bath, and I wouldn't want your robes to get dirty, would you?"

The otter turns back to his husband, who is impatiently tapping his foot against the ground. "He's your problem now, I saw the way you looked at him. That means it's your job to get him in shape, not Jessie's. You better finish the process with him, and make sure he is actually right for being in the castle." He huffs as he turns and stomps towards where his officers are gathering while shouting back "And don't bring his fleas into our bed. Last time you were itching for a fortnight."

"That's it, you heard it as did I." the otter exclaims with a joyful bounce. "A king ordered for me to help you bathe and learn." The otter puts his hands on Snowie and Jessie, pushing them through the tent in front of him. "Yes, I know we are both equal my husband and I, but sometimes he knows what's right for the castle."

As the trio stands at the bath, the otter put his hands around Snowie and lifts him up just as Jessie did before. With a fluid motion the cat again was surrounded by the warm water and watched as the otter took the soap from the lion and set it on a small shelf built next to the bath. "I think a better wash could be had if someone could be even closer. After all, I know if I washed him, I could get the inspection done at the same time."

"But sir, I do more than just inspect for dirt. I also look at" the lion started before she was cut off by a webbed hand over her mouth.

"After what went on outside just now, do you really expect this to end well if you were to go against our orders?" he moved his paw away from the lion's mouth, waiting for a response. "How about you hold this for me. It would be tragic if it became wet, or worse yet, muddied." Hotaru stripped his robe off, being careful not to let it touch the ground as he draped it over the lion's shoulder. "Also, if you can size him up, get him a Class A uniform just in case. I think he might be just right for that, from what I have seen so far."

"What's a Class A uniform?" The snow leopard asks reluctantly. "Does that mean I have to join the military? Because my mother said I should never hurt anyone, even if they are trying to hurt me."

"No child," the otter replied, "It's a privileged class of slave in our castle. You only have light chores to do like sweeping, dusting, and washing to do. It even has the opportunity for allowances and outings." Hotaru stepped a foot into the bath, leaving his bits at eye level to the feline. This time it gave Snowie a full view without the robes trying to hide anything.

Snowie just stared at the member in front of him in awe. "I do have to say Your Highness, I didn't know they could get that big. How would someone even fit that in" he pauses thinking about how to word things so he would not sound vulgar. Rubbing under his tail he continues "Back here?" Snowie's ears lay against his head, hoping he didn't come across as crass.

The otter just pushes sits into the tub, his grin returning at the child's curiosity and interest. "It's something adults can do when they really do want it." The otter gestures to his bathing partner and then to the water. "Why don't you just sit and enjoy the water. You look a bit tense, and could use the relaxation of a warm bath." Looking into Snowie's eyes, his tone changed from soft to more seductive. "Plus, it will help you hide that growing problem of yours. Although I like the view, I think it makes it a bit uncomfortable for you when I stare at it. That is, unless you want to give your king a closer look."

Snowie starts to sink into his bath, realizing the more questions he asks of this nature, the more the otter will come on to him. Once his shoulders hit the water, they start to fall. The couple sits in the tub for what seems like an eternity in silence, trying to avoid the other's stares.

Finally Snowie breaks the silence "So what do you want to teach me Your Highness Hotaru?"

That depends on what you wish to make out of your stay here. Although I am unaware of your situation, I would guess that you or your family got in trouble with the law. Jessie's only role is to process the slaves once they are able to leave the dungeon, but I want to know what you did to get there in the first place. They don't let the violent ones out, those ones go to the gallows."

The snow leopard's heart sank, having to recount the story. "My mom borrowed money for her bakery from the castle. With the bad harvest this year she said she couldn't' pay as much back." He started to sniffle as he continued, "It's all my fault too."

"How would it be your fault?" the otter asks as he wipes a tear from the snow leopard's cheek. "It was her choice to make. You are just a kid."

"She said she started the bakery so I could have a better life than she did growing up. My mom said it was the only way for her to get ahead." Snowie started to sob a bit deeper before feeling the otter's paw lifting his chin up.

"I know you are helping her now. You do want to help pay her debt, so both you and her can be together again, right?" Hotaru brings his hand back and motion's for Snowie to come closer. "Come closer and turn around. Face the same way I am facing."

The snow leopard did as he was commanded. His tail hung between his legs as he continued to beat himself up, convinced that this whole situation was his own doing. "Are you going to have your way with me?" Snowie asked timidly.

The otter only put his paws on the feline's waist, drawing him back into the bath. "I don't think you would really want that, would you?" His hands move up the snow leopard's back until they reached his shoulders where they would begin to massage. "You seem to be upset with the idea of homosexuality. As cute as you are and being in servitude now to your kings, I would feel guilty if I did such a thing."

The feline start's to purr at the pressure on his shoulders. The massage was firm, but playful at the same time. He could feel the otter's hand's move down his back after every few rubs. After a soft moan escaped his mouth, he replied to his king's question. "Well your highness, I don't know. I said before that I'm not gay, but I really don't know what I want." The tail he had tucked under him started to cramp. Leaning forward in the bath so he could move his long tail he forgot about the paws following his body. His tail moved upwards out of the tub and started dripping onto the otter as the king got a very clear view of Snowie's tight hole.

The otter's paws rested upon the cheeks of the snow leopard as the thumbs started to massage the rarely touched flesh. The king couldn't resist as he started to move his thumbs in time with each other, pushing the cheeks apart and gazing at what he truly wanted laying in wait under the long, soft tail of his feline bathing partner. "You know, for being not gay, you sure do love to tease. It's a shame, because I am enjoying every thing I see right now."

The words sunk in like a brick to Snowie and he quickly sat back down, splashing the otter and spilling some water from the tub. A voice from the other side of the tent called out in concern. "Are you two okay? Do I have to come check on you?"

"We are fine Jessie, no need to check on us." the otter replied, guiding the snow leopard back, so the otter's chest rested against the youth.

Snowie looked up to his king and asked "Do you really think I am cute? I don't. To start, I have big ugly feet and a bigger clumsier tail." He raises his right foot from the water and wiggles his toes. "See? Big and ugly."

"I have no clue what you are looking at." the king replies as he brings his foot up from the water holding it next to the young feline's. "Yours may be big," he says as he spreads his toes, showing the webbing between each digit. "But at least they aren't webbed." This elicits a giggle from the snow leopard. Hearing the child's joy he brings his hand in front of Snowie's face, this time spreading his fingers. "At least you don't have matching hands. Did you know that Raj had to put a collar on me, since rings just don't work with otters?" The otter gasps as he turns the child around to look him in the eyes.

"Don't ever call my husband Raj. Don't refer to him as Raj either. He even gets upset with me when I do that." He brings his face close to the snow leopard's. "How about it's our little secret?"

"I can keep that secret" the snow leopard replies as he starts to giggle. "Raj seems too cute for him. I thought you would call him marshmallow breath or something."

"Marshmallow breath?"

"Yeah, cause he can roast marshmallows with his breath." The snow leopard sucks some of the bath water into his mouth and spits it at the otter. "Just like that!"

The otter splashes the feline back, before rubbing his fur on his head. He again adopts a serious face, before asking. "I know we have been having a lot of fun, but I do need to know something. Do you think you could learn the forms of proper address in a weeks time? Do you think you could really handle living in the castle?

"I could try, and I think if I tried really hard, I could." the snow leopard replied softly, unsure of himself. "What would you have me do around here anyways?"

"I am not truly sure what you are set out for yet. I do know that you seem to have some potential though, and I would like to see in what roles you could really shine. I am going to add some things though to your work load that I would not otherwise add. I want you to focus on your studies after you finish with your work. I will be assigning a tutor for you, one from the royal academy."

The snow leopard's eyes light up as he exclaims. "The Royal Academy? Only the best get to learn there!"

"That is true. If you can complete your initial training, we will set this up. I give you this choice once and only once. You can work and learn as a Class A Slave, as a servant not only for your kings, but your country and people within it. You can work off your debt as a Class D slave, and only put a copper a week towards your mother's debt. Lastly, and I hope you don't take this choice, you can choose to not be a slave at all. The price would be dire for both you and your mother. It is up to you child, and I want you to choose now."

The snow leopard thought for a moment, remembering how his mother was always teaching him new things. It didn't take him long to come up with his answer though, as he replied: "I choose the option with the royal academy. I could make my mother very proud with how much I could learn."

"Very good choice child." he says as the grin reappears. He yells over to the lion. "He accepted the offer for the Class A, Bring his uniform."

"Oh Snowie." the lion says as she enters the bathing area, holding a towel. "I hope you can at least stay warm." Turning to the otter, she kneels into the mud and asks, "Are you going to dress him, or shall I?"

"I think I can handle this one. I rarely get the honors of doing this part."

The lion mutters under her breath, Snowie just barely catching her reply. "You usually get to do the reverse."

As a snicker escapes the snow leopard's mouth, his eyes open wide in shock. In the lion's arms was what looked like only a belt, with pieces of cloth that fell to just above her knees. Draped over her shoulders there were five thick bands of leather decorated with metal fastenings with a longer strip she laid over her wrists with matching hardware. "How is that supposed to keep me warm?" the leopard exclaimed as the otter stood up and stepped from the bath. His questions were cut short as he was lifted from the tub and set just past the rim.

"Come with me, and we will get you into your uniform." The otter commands as he holds the tent flap open. He followed the lion and leopard to the center of the tent, where a rug was laid on the floor, with some cloths for drying on it's edge. He proceeded to dry off the snow leopard, fluffing his fur as he did. The still damp king ordered the young feline, "I want you to address me again, as if I just walked into the room."

Snowie kneeled down, bowing his head as he watched the people do before. "Yes Your Highness Hotaru."

The king only smiled as he took a the first leather band from the lion's shoulder. "Extend your hand to me." he said. As the snow leopard followed his command, the leather band was placed around it and tightened around it. Snowie could heard a click as he looked down, and saw a small lock was placed through the band. A small O shaped ring was on the other side, giving a bell like jingle as he brought his other hand to replace it. The same process went on with his other hand. "Stand for me." the otter said as he kneeled down. As he took the remaining two bands, he placed them at the child's feet. The king brought himself to his knees as he bent with the third band, attaching it to the feline's ankle. Bringing himself to grab for the fourth band, his nose brushes against the youth's sheath, and his eyes catch that this bondage has aroused the cub. He pauses as he lets his warm breath flow against the leopard's stiff member before saying, "Do you like your new uniform so far?" He takes the fourth band from the lion and attaches it around his other ankle. As he brings himself back up, his mouth again meets the snow leopard's most private parts. The king brings his tongue to the snow leopard's sheath and drag's it along his new treat.

The snow leopard puts his hands on the shoulders of his king and scratches lightly with his claws. "It sure tastes like you do." The otter stands as he moves to the back of the feline, grabbing his tail and lifting it. Taking the final thick band and placing it around the tail. Locking it at the base of his tail, the otter grabs the tip and raises it further, taking one last look at the backside of the boy. He lets the tail go, and notices that the band is doing it's job, keeping the feline's tail from laying flat against his rump. "You still have two more pieces to wear." he states, as he grabs the thin strap from the lion, leaving only the pieces of cloth for her to hold.

"Is there anything warmer I can wear?" Snowie asks as he starts to shiver.

"If you can finish your training, you will be living within the castle. There are many fires to keep you warm, and tapestries to keep the cold out." the otter states as he puts the strip of leather around the young feline's neck, locking this one like the others. "But I know have a way to grab you" he starts before hooking a finger into one of the hoops, bringing the feline's mouth to his and licking the child's lips, "That is, of course, if you give me a reason to need to restrain you."

"Your Highness, I think you are forgetting something." the lion states, becoming impatient with the otter's display of libido. The last thing she needed today was to watch his lustful antics. "You both are still disrobed."

Hotaru grabbed the cloth belt and fastened it around Snowie's waist. Snowie felt as it hung down to his knees, but only covered his bits and rump. Looking down, he realized it left him without modesty still, his stiff member trying to push the fabric aside.

"And where is my robe?" the otter barked, realizing his slave now was covered more than he was. The lion dashed over to the table and back, the royal garment in hand. "That's better." he stated as he stood, covering himself once again.

"I am going to leave you to Jessie here. I need you to practice the way you address people." The king moves his hand to his slave's back, and brings him close enough to feel the otter's stiff cock press once again against the slave's body. "I want you to address us properly the next time you see us. My husband and I will be seeing you again very soon."

With that, the king turned, and walked from the tent. Shouting was heard from the royal couple before the door to the inner castle ground was slammed close.

A few days had passed, and the snow leopard awoke, knowing that today would be his day of judgment. Sweat drenched both him and the pile of straw within the small bunk he had been sleeping in above the horse stalls. While he had gotten use to the smells, the military drills outside created a racket that would snap him from his sleep. He grabbed his elongated loin cloth from the floor and covered himself, before climbing down the ladder, only to hear a faintly familiar voice behind him.

"Oh look what we have here." the gruff voice says. "Please tell me you came to relieve our mounts. They have been worked hard and ridden long. Our captain's stallion shall be first."

The snow leopard turns in shock as he finds a tiger standing almost as high as the dragon did. The rank on his uniform, if he remembered his teachings would make him a lieutenant. "No Sir, my duties are elsewhere today."

"That' Lieutenant Jasper to you, child." He moves closer to the snow leopard, pinning him against the wall. As he undoes his pants, he barks "Kneel to me, I want to see you have learned. If not, I will not be hesitant to tell our kings that you have not learned a thing. "As the snow leopard's knees hit the ground, Jasper's hand moved to the back of the younger feline's head so he could grip the child's fur roughly. "I can be convinced to give a good word for you though."

Afraid that this long week could be undone in just one interaction, the Snow leopard asked "What do you want me to do, Lieutenant Jasper?"

"I want you to show me that ass again, like you did when you first walked across this yard." He a nearby coil of rope, as the snow leopard turns around, reluctantly putting his hands in his belt. As the snow leopard sheds the almost negligible clothing he is wearing, he feels his neck being tugged on from the collar around it. Suddenly, he feels a clawed hand forcing him down, his face scraping against the ladder. Snowie watches as the orange hand wraps the rope connected to his collar around the rungs of the ladder to be fed above him. His tail suddenly feels a firm grasp, as it is forced upwards. As he tries to bring his head to turn, his tail yanks up sharply. Struggling, he finds himself trapped and exposed to the perverted tiger. "You don't know how long it's been since I got to have such a fine rump all to myself." The tiger drags his claws down Snowie's back, bringing pain to the cub until they rested on his buttocks. A clanking sound was heard from behind him, followed by the tiger spitting.

"What do you want from me Lieutenant Jasper?" the snow leopard repeats, his heart starting to race. "I want what I deserve slave. I have put my life on the line every day, and am due some release when I want it!" the tiger booms in his gruff voice as he presses against the snow leopard, grinding his cock through the soft fur of the younger feline. "I'm going to mount you, and you are going to give me that release."

The snow leopard tries to scream, before feeling a knife drag down his back. The realization hit in that if he resisted, he may be found dead. Abused, raped and dead. His mother would be filled with shame if she found out that he had done such things, so he soon fell into compliance. His silence was only met with the feeling of something hard pressing against his virgin hole.

"You better relax kid, otherwise you might bleed a bit." he starts laughing as he forces his way into the unprepared youth. "Who am I kidding, you are probably going to bleed a lot." As the tiger forced his whole length into the bound cub, he put his hands on leopard's back. He steadied the child as he pulled himself out, before thrusting all the way back in, raking the cub's insides with his barbs.

The snow leopard sobbed hard, finding it difficult to catch his breath. His hole ached and burned as the tiger's meat thrust in and out with no regard for the person he was with. "Please, stop. It hurts." the snow leopard managed to beg between breaths.

"But everyone knows you are a little gay boy." Jasper spoke, syncopating his thrusts with his words. "And this is what every little gay boy wants."

"But I'm not gay. I don't know why everyone," Snowie cries before the claws digging into his waist stop his speech, the tiger making more forceful thrusts. "I just want you to stop. I swear I won't tell, just stop."

The tiger growls lowly as he hilts the snow leopard, bringing the child's cheeks to his waist. His barbs flared again in the leopard as he exclaimed. "Good god slave, you are the tightest thing I have had in a long time." before biting the leopard on the shoulder. As his fangs bit into his victim, his seed started to flow while his member twitched in time.

The snow leopard screamed again. The claws, fangs, and barbs made him feel like he was being torn apart from the inside and out. Suddenly, his bowls became warmer as the tiger's invader seemed to get bigger on each pulse. Just as he grew used to the sensation, the barbs started to move once again, this time ripping from his passage. He could feel the warmth inside start to flow from under his tail, rivulets dripping down his legs and small sac.

"That's a good boy." the tiger says, putting his clawed finger inside the abused passage. He pulled it out, letting a purr escape his mouth before covering the leopard's the hand covered in the fluids of the two. "Lick my finger clean. It's because of you I came, now you have to clean it up." Jasper says while forcing the finger into the younger feline's mouth.

Snowie winces as he licks the finger. It tasted like salt, sweat, and faintly of the bucket. He closed his eyes, praying that things would soon end as his arms fell.

"Now that you know your role, you better get cleaned up. You better hurry, Their Highnesses will be down any time now to do their morning inspections." Cutting the rope with his dagger, Jasper watches as the feline falls, hitting his face on the ladder before landing on the ground.

The snow leopard stands, his nose bloodied and his body bruised. While he ached from the inside out, it was nothing compared to his spirit. He put the belt back on, not even taking notice to the skewed placement that left his treatment in view. Slowly he trudged across the grounds to the lion's tent, hoping a bath could at least wash away the feelings of being so dirty that consumed him. Silence fell the grounds as the members of the military only watched as the bloodied and semen stained boy fell into the lion's tent, followed by uncontrollable sobs.

"Oh my god child, what happened to you." the lion asked as she rushed to the teary mess before her.

The snow leopard only cried, curling up into a ball.

"Oh lord, not again." she said, as she poked her head out of the tent. She motioned to a nearby figure before stating. "Tell him to come down immediately. He may be able to help this one."

"Can I have a bath?" the snow leopard begs, his eyes still blurry from the tears. "I don't want to feel dirty anymore."

"Darling, you can after he sees you." the lion replies while wrapping the cub in a blanket. "Come on and just be warm right now." Jessie hefts the young boy into her arms and carries him to her bed. Tucking another warm blanket over him, she lays next to the boy, wrapping her arms and legs tight around him, keeping him safe.

"Why would you touch me when I am so disgusting though?" the snow leopard sobs. He tries to turn pull away from the lion, not wanting to even be touched. The fur on his face starts to mat from the tears, as he cries "Just let me be clean, I just want to be clean." The snow leopard doesn't even hear the main gate slam open as a commotion starts in the grounds outside the tent. Hotaru runs through the flap, only clad in a towel.

"Oh my god child." he says as he runs over to the lion's bed. He looks down at the snow leopard's bloodied frame, his white and grey fur stained red with blood. He brings his paw to the young feline's face to wipe some of the blood. As kneels to get eye level he asks "What happed to you my poor boy?"

"I don't know." the snow leopard says, clutching his tail as he lies to the king. Can you give me a bath now? I just want to be clean Your Highness Hotaru." The leopard starts to sniffle as put's his paws around the otter's. "I don't want to talk about it, I just want to wash it all away."

"My child, you don't have to tell me who, but did someone do this to you?" the otter asks, hoping to get some information into what had this boy so afraid. "I want you to stand to answer me."

The lion releases the boy from her arms, hoping he will at least talk to the king. "Please tell him." she says while pushing away the covers that hid his body.

The smell of semen hit the otter's nose, and his face turned white. "I need you to turn around. While that is an order, I want you to know that it's for your own good."

"I can't take anymore." the snow leopard screams out, confirming the suspicions of the two adults. The snow leopard turns around, feeling a hand run down his back over the wounds from his claws. The lion moves next to the otter, and looks at the red marks. The otter put's his paws over the top of the wounds, gauging the size of the marks.

"Bend over my child, I need to know more about what caused this. I am going to do my best to make sure this will not happen again. In order to do that, I need to know more." As tries to reach the top of the marks, he realizes that the person, he just can't reach from where he stands. He motions for the lion to do the same, and she at ease put's her hands on the tip. The otter nods as he that put's a hand on the leopard's tail, eliciting a whimper from the boy. "This will hurt, but it will be quick. I'm sorry I have to do this, but I need to know for your safety."

The boy's tail was raised by the otter, as he felt something press against his tight hole. "Please, Don't" the leopard begged as he was invaded by the digit. It pressed around lightly before it was removed again.

"I'm sorry child, but I needed to know for sure." the otter looks at his finger, a tear falling from his eye as he sees the blood stained semen that covers it. Bringing the finger to his nose, he smells the too familiar smell of a feline.

"Jessie." The otter commands, "Please draw the boy and I a bath. I am going to get this taken care of." The otter turns and steps outside of the tent, before shouting. "If anyone leaves the grounds, execute them on sight. Do not hesitate. There has been a crime committed that will meet swift punishment." The leopard can see two robed figures rushing over to the king, only glimpses being viewed through the flap blowing in the wind. "Get him at once, and round up any felines you find on grounds."

"Sir, the third regiment is from the east. It is made up of almost entirely felines!" the shorter figure protested.

"I gave you my order. The two of you find me when you are done." the otter barks, before entering the tent again. He walks over to the bath, putting his arm around the snow leopard to lead him. "I want you to tell me what happened, or at least what you can remember."

"But Your Highness, I don't want to fail my test." the snow leopard protests. "Can we just ignore that this happened? I want to just go on with my day."

The otter takes the snow leopard's hand into his, and looks him in the eye as he kneels down. "Child. What was done here today should never have happened. I know you are in more pain than I can imagine. I want you to know that I am here to help you, as you agreed to serve me." He gives the snow leopard a kiss on the cheek, listing to the sobbing soften. "I want to make sure this person can never do this to you, or anyone else." He moves to look the snow leopard directly in the eyes, the snow leopard's breath warming the otter's nose. "I want to make sure this person is not able to stand in this kingdom, and set an example to anyone who would wish to do this to you again. I will make sure the fear of their leaders are taken deep within."

"Are you sure you are not going let them hurt me? What about my test today? Will what they say count against me?" the snow leopard says worriedly.

"What they say at this point has no weight my boy. Your safety is what matters right now." the otter replies. "I just want to make sure you can walk about without worry. I don't want to see you like this again, or have you hurt,"

The otter was cut off by a mouth meeting his as the snow leopard wrapped his arms around his king. He couldn't believe that this boy was kissing him, holding him, with such passion. The kiss was crude and inexperienced, but he cherished it for what it was. As the snow leopard pulled away shyly, the otter smiled.

"I'm sorry Your Highness. I know only His Highness Rajhal may do that. You just made me so happy with your kind words." The snow leopard apologized as he tried to explain himself. "I promise I won't" he started before he was cut off by the otter putting his arms around the boy, kissing him back. Hotaru's lips pushed open the boy's as his tongue moved in to snake around the boy's inexperienced mouth. The boy took the king's lead and moved his raspy tongue into the otter's as a purr escaped the boy and vibrated the couple.

The otter pulled away as he spoke, glowing from the boy's affection. "I would rather you do what you feel is right. If you feel that kissing me is wrong, than you don't have to kiss me, but if you really do feel that it's right, you can kiss me all you want."

Snowie blushed, hiding his face within his hands. Muffled he spoke "I did kinda like that. Maybe we can do that again sometime." As he pulled away, the fur in the crevice of his rump pulled. He winced as his hands went from his paws to under his tail. "Can you help me feel better Your Majesty? I will tell you anything you want to know if you can just make me feel better."

The otter's face goes from the warm loving king that enjoyed the passionate moment with the boy just seconds before, to the one that was concerned when he saw the boy battered and bloodied in the bed. Realizing that this was the same boy he stood. Lifting the boy into the bath, he spoke carefully. I know that you hurt in many ways right now. I can help you heal your wounds on the outside, but the ones on the inside will take time, love, and friendship." The otter drops his towel to the ground as he steps into the bath with Snowie. "I hope you don't mind if I join you, I was in the middle of my morning bath myself."

The snow leopard nods gently, "It's okay. You can take a bath too." The snow leopard relaxes into the water, sitting himself into the king's lap.

"I am sorry to have to do this. I have to clean your wounds my boy. This will sting, but it will fell better soon." The otter brings the bar of soap to the feline's shoulder as a scream pierces the air.

"Are you okay?" Hotaru asks, as he pulls the soap away, rinsing the lather off.

"I am." Snowie answers back, panting and wincing. "I know it's what you have to do to make me better."

"I don't know what that brute may have done." He lifts the feline to his feet, bringing the soap to the boy's back. Snowie whimpers as the claw marks on his shoulders are washed, the stinging pain almost as sharp as when the barbs violated his insides. "I know it hurts buddy, but you feel a little better soon." As the otter washes the blood stained fur he starts to prod for more information. "I want to be able to keep watch for any infections. Can you tell me where this happened in case there is any germs that could have gotten into your wounds?"

The snow leopard grows silent, his cries of pain even stopping. "It was in the stable. He tied me to the ladder using the straps you put on me." Snowie shared this as he sat back down into the water, clutching his tail. "He then..." Snowie stopped, not wanting to relive the experience from earlier.

"I know what he did to you." Hotaru said, wrapping his arms around the boy and bringing him into a warm embrace. "It was wrong of him. Did he say anything to you?"

"He said that I would learn to address him correctly. He then told me I wanted this because I'm gay." the snow leopard recounted as he started to cry again. "I didn't want that, and I still don't. Is that proof I'm not gay?"

"Poor darling." the otter coos. "No one would want that. I'm gay, and I don't want someone to force themselves on me when I am not in the mood."

"Doesn't His Highness Rajhal do that to you?" the snow leopard asked, looking up at the otter's chin.

The otter replies by kissing the leopard's forehead before speaking. "He may be rough at times, but we only are intimate when we both are in the mood to be. We never force ourselves on the other. That is part of love. What you went through today was not love at all. It was someone trying to take power from you."

Snowie looks back down. "But I'm a slave. I don't have any power over anything."

The king brings his hand to the snow leopard's chin, raising it back up. "You have power over your body. You are the only one that gets to say what it does, or who gets to touch it that way." The otter lifts the snow leopard to he feet again, before asking gently "I know you hurt right now, and you may not even want to touch yourself under your tail. Your fur is matting though and until we get that cleaned up, it will continue to be painful." It's your body, so I am giving you the choice. Do you want to clean yourself up, or do you want me to. I can take extra care to make sure you are extra clean back there."

"I want you to do it." the snow leopard replied as he tried to reach behind himself, wincing as the claw marks on his back flared up. "I just can't reach. I need you to make a promise to me though."

"What do you need me to promise?" the otter asks, willing to negotiate with the boy.

"Don't do what the Lieutenant did." the snow leopard says softly.

"I will be gentle, and I won't put anything inside you without your permission first. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes Your Highness. I am fine with that." Snowie says as he raises his tail, showing the king his backside still coved in Jasper's cum and the boy's own blood.

The otter sat breathless as he stared. What only a week ago had been a beautiful sight now brought a tear to his eye. If only the boy had been within the castle. If only he could have stopped the man that did this. If only his husband had not been so strict in the enforcement of the laws. This boy should not have been through this. He brings the soap up to lather the boy's stains, starting near his knees. As he works upwards he finds himself tearing up harder.

"If this starts to hurt, or you want me to stop, please let me know." the otter says, choking back his emotions. "I don't want you to go through anything more that you don't want to."

"It's okay, I know you can clean me up well. You did so the first time you bathed me, and I know you can do a better job this time." Snowie says, as he bends over to give better access to the otter.

The otter leans in as he raises his paws to the boy's rump, spreading his cheeks apart. As his thumbs work lather into the crevice, the snow leopard starts to whimper. "Are you okay child?" the otter asks.

The boy nods as he answers "Yes Your Majesty. It feels much better than when he touched me back there."

The smell coming from the abused hole started to fill the otter's nostrils. The smell of feline semen swam in his head, but he just had to be certain. He continued to wash the abused boy, rinsing him off. "I need to make sure you are clean. Do you mind if I check to be sure?"

"Please check Your Highness, I want to make sure I can't feel him anymore." the leopard begs.

The otter takes a deep inhale through his nose, as he presses his mouth to the boy' hole, bringing the scent deep into nose. Hotaru lets his tongue slip from his mouth, dragging it along the tight crevice. The lick brings a shudder to the boy, sending his long tail quivering before laying flat against his back in submission. Hotaru takes another deep breath as he fights his own want. He continues licking the boy under his tail, finally stopping his tongue at the tight hole. Darting it around the sore rim, he feels a small droplet of fluid enter his mouth. The salty taste, and pungent flavors confirm his suspicions that a feline left their load within this boy.

As the otter works his tongue deeper into the snow leopard, Snowie starts to purr, letting small purrs escape. The otter had to restrain himself from taking things further. He knew he could maybe fill the boy right now, yet the boy had obviously been through enough, and was definitely not ready. He pulled himself away from the feline, and sat him back down to between his legs, letting his stiffness press against Snowie's back.

"It was Jasper, was it not?" the king asked, holding the child close.

"He said not to tell, or I would fail my test today. How did you know?" the snow leopard asked as he started to shake.

The otter answers by putting his arms holding him close. "You have shown your intentions to be true, and that you do respect those of title." He sighs as he continues, " Your sacrifice today, even if it was not by your choice has proved you would go through anything to get this. You have passed in my eyes, and I know my husband will only need the greeting himself." Hotaru leans in as he whispers with a chuckle, "Just don't call him Raj and you will be fine."

The snow leopard grins, as his worries start to subside. "Are you sure I will pass?" he asks, wanting to make sure.

"I have full confidence in you little kitty." Hotaru says as he gives the boy another kiss on the forehead.

Suddenly the door of the upper grounds slammed open accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of the trumpets. Snowie tried to stand, but found himself held in the otter's embrace. "You don't need to go anywhere, you don't need to keel at this time. My husband is coming to see us. Just remember how to address him."

Confirming Hotaru's words, the dragon dashes into the tent. He speaks in a low but soft tone. "I heard there was an incident. One that may have involved one of my solders. I need to know what happened, and who caused it." Snowie can see Jessie's paw pull back the curtain to the bathing area, silently motioning the dragon to his husband and the leopard. He asks "Why would you bathe with a slave?"

The otter only meet's his husband with a glare. "You know this was our fault." he snaps, still overwhelmed with guilt. "We put him in this situation, and now we have to fix this. I have cleaned him up, and will wash his wounds. I need you to gather your lieutenants and their captains. Although we were seeking any feline before, I was able to get more information from the child. His wounds and story collaborate each other."

He dragon leans in, showing a kindness that was not known to his people. He brings his hand to brush the feline's cheek as he asks, "What happened?"

The snow leopard shudders as he relives the moment leaving the otter to reply. "He was raped in the," but was muffled by the dragon's other hand clamping his mouth shut.

The dragon asks again, "I don't want to hear it from someone who was not there. I want you to tell me what happened. I want to make sure you can find justice. There is no place in my kingdom for those that will act against our laws." He brings his hands to the edge of the tub. "As your king, I have vowed to protect all the people in my land. That includes everyone from my husband down to my slaves. If someone did have their way with you, that is destruction of royal property. Without our consent it is considered theft from the crown. From what I have gathered so far, they were a member of my military, which makes the theft from us an act of high treason." He stands up from the side of the tub. "If you can tell me who it was, they will be tried immediately, and punished in a few days. You need the time to figure out if you truly wish to keep the charges against him." He gently runs his scaled hand through the feline's fur. "I just need you to tell me who hurt you."

The boy looks up to the otter, before addressing Rajhal. "Your Majesty Rajhal." he stars, a tear flowing from his eye. "It was Lieutenant Jasper, of the Third Regiment." As his breathing starts to increase, knowing he now spoke the name of the man responsible for his abuse. "He said I would fail my test if I told anyone. Please don't let him fail me."

The dragon leans in to whisper in the otter's ear, the otter turning back to do the same to the husband. Stepping back, he looks at the child. "You have your titles in line. I don't know if you have the kneeling part down, but we will let you slide today. This is a painful day for us all. I will pass you, as long as you kneel to us when you leave this tent."

"Does that mean?" the snow leopard asked.

"Yes child. You followed our orders, addressed us correctly, and have put your kingdom before yourself today." the otter states, as he shoots a begging glance to his husband. "Please? If even until we have the right room?"

The dragon sighs as he reluctantly nods, knowing it was one of his men that made the lower grounds no longer safe for this child. "He is your responsibility then." He states to his husband before addressing the young feline. "You will sleep in our bed with us until we have a room set for you in the castle. That will guarantee my husband and I that you stay safe from harm."

The snow leopard gasps in shock. He never thought he would see the inside of the castle, but the kings' sleeping chambers? "You must have the softest straw in the whole kingdom." he states.

As the dragon moves to the exit of the tent, he replies back. "It's not made of straw child, it's made from down. You need to sleep well to heal up for you studies and service."

Suddenly the voice went from the rare soft and soothing to the deep booming that he was familiar with from Rajhal. "There has been a crime committed against the crown today. All Generals and Lieutenants will come forth to witness this trial. You will wait until the evidence has came forward."

The noise level started to raise outside the tent as the military started to talk amongst themselves. The otter stood from the bath and stepped out, bringing the leopard to follow. "I need to bandage those wounds to make sure they do not get infected. Jessie, you brought me the cloth?" he asks into the tent. A hand holding a roll of clean linen appeared in front of him, as he grabbed it and started wrapping it around the boy's waist. "Let me know if this becomes too tight, I want to make sure that I don't cause further harm."

As the otter continues to wrap the boy torso, he makes passes with the bandage over where the shoulder was bitten. "I'm sorry, but until we get through the trial, this will be all that you can wear. The part of your uniform that usually gives you privacy will only help guard any innocence he may have."

The snow leopard looks at the otter, his ears laying flat on his head. "I really don't want to be shown like this. I already feel ashamed enough."

"You need to know that it was not your choice. He took something from you and your kings. It is your responsibility to stand today, in both anger and pride." the otter comforts the boy, as he tucks the bandage into itself. "I will be meeting Rajhal outside of the tent, and I need you to be your best when you are called."

"Can't you stay with me Your Highness?" the snow leopard begs, grabbing onto the otter's wrist.

"I would, but this would never go on." the otter states, "I promise I will hold after lunch today. I think I might enjoy your company at our table. In the meantime, there is a trial to take place." Leaving the tent, he states back to the lion, "Jessie, I want you to accompany him to the trial when we are ready.

The snow leopard stood inside the tent, just before the flap. He could hear shouting coming from outside with a familiar gruff tone that caused him to cower. "I swear to the gods themselves that I have nothing to do with this. I have been training all this morning, so how could I be responsible?"

The dragon replied, capturing the attention of all the soldiers around. "It has came to my attention that one of my officers has committed an act of theft against the crown. Given the nature of this crime, and the fact that it was committed by a member of my military members, it will be tried as an act of high treason. The punishment is public torture, imprisonment, and public execution." The dragon turns to the face the tent, as otter does the same. Bringing his volume down, he commands to Jessie. "Bring the evidence forward."

The snow leopard sighs as he walks through the flap, forced out by the lion's hand on his back. Wincing at the pressure on his scars, he stumbled to the royal couple. The otter spoke softly to the boy he had grown so fond of. "It is time little one, you need to be brave."

The boy kneels down to his kings. "Your Royal Highness Hotaru, Your Royal Highness Rajhal, I am ready." he states hesitantly, still worried as hears low growl come from the tiger standing within the gathered officers. He was lifted by the two kings to his feet.

"This young boy's innocence was taken today by one of the men gathered here." the otter states to the now crowd forming behind the officers. "One of you is guilty of raping this boy. Each of you know that someone clad with these restraints is a personal slave of ours. This boy is property of the crown, and has done his duty today by testifying to us already."

The dragon adds, "If one of you stands forward, be it known that you are showing your character today by being honest. The punishment will be swift, and your death less painful. If you plead your innocence though, it will be taken from you painfully as you took the innocence from this child."

The snow leopard trembled as no one stood forward. "Child," the otter started, squatting down to meet the boy at eye level. "Is the person that did this to you standing in front of you?"

The boy scans the crowd of men. Jasper stood in front of him, glaring at the boy while letting out a soft hiss. "Yes your highness"

"Then tell us my boy, Who was it that attacked you this morning?" the otter prods again, already knowing the answer. "These men need to hear it, since he is too coward to come forward and face what he has done."

"It was Lieutenant Jasper, of the Third Regiment." the snow leopard states. The tiger lunges from the crowd before being tackled by the two robed figures from earlier. As his hands are put into shackles similar to the ones Snowie was held by in the dungeon, the dragon states the sentencing.

"You have shown yourself to be a danger today to the crown and kingdom. There is no place in our homes or hearts for someone with your rage and violent tendencies." the dragon booms. "You have been charged with High Treason for raping a slave of your king. How do you plead?"

The gruff voice sounds even harsher with the yelling that comes forth from Jasper. "I am innocent. He asked for me to do it. He wouldn't even show me the respect of using my title. Only reason he knows it now is because I taught him."

"So you have been in contact with him this morning?" the otter states, moving to the back of the tiger, examining his claws. "Can you explain the fresh blood under your claws? There have been no other reports of any attacks today."

"I was dueling today. That's how I got blood on my claws."

The otter starts to measure the tiger's arms with his, walking over to the boy, and back to Jasper. "He is the right size Rajhal." The otter pry's the tiger's mouth open, finding fresh blood on the fur between his lips. "The fangs match too. Blood is about the same age as the claws."

"That means nothing. I got rough with my dueling partner." the lieutenant defends himself. "I swear I didn't touch the boy."

His protests were cut short by the otter moving to his front. He pulled the tiger's pants down, exposing him to the crowd. As he pulled Jasper's sheath back, the smell hit him hard. "If you wanted to claim your innocence, you should have been more mindful of your hygiene. The king brings his tongue to the base of the feline's shaft, forcing his way into the sheath. The taste was the same as the one found within the boy's tight passage. As he pulls away. "You were with the boy this morning. The blood on your claws and fangs match the marks on the boy, and your sheath holds the same taste as the boy had within him this morning. I find you guilty of high treason, and sentence you to torture, imprisonment and death."

The dragon looks down at the boy, putting his hand on the non bitten shoulder. "You need to watch this. I am sorry that you have to be here at your age, but you need to know that we do mean that you will never be harmed again." The otter turns to his captains, shouting. "This is what will happen to you next, if one of your men get out of line again. My husband, though not one of military might, has formed a passion for torture. I can guarantee you that no one would take pleasure from the justice he is going to bring."

The king moves to the front of the tiger as Jasper starts to protest. "I was just teaching him a lesson. He did not address me properly. I just wanted to make sure he could pass his." The tiger was stopped short as a fist hit him in the nose, making it match the leopard's earlier this morning.

the otter finished. "What? Addressed us properly? He did that this morning, while his nose was bloodied like yours. Now I know by which muscles are sore on the boy, that you had him tied up as you raped him." The otter looked at the man and chuckled, bringing his knee back as before striking the tiger between the legs with his shin.

The tiger drops to his knees as he coughs. "I." the tiger states as he continues to protest the judgment, his pain and gasping preventing him from speaking. His tail was pulled up his neck, exposing his rump for the military crowded around to see.

"I believe after you tied the snow leopard into this position, you may have then tore into his back." Hotaru shouted, motioning for his husband's dagger. The dragon walked over the otter, handing him the small sword. Piercing the tiger's skin, Hotaru dragged the blade down the flesh, leaving trails of blood running down Jasper's back. Jasper could only scream from the pain, hoping for a swift execution. "My dear, You have bigger hands than I do. I will need your help."

The dragon moves his hand to the tiger's exposed ass as he forms a fist. "Then you entered into the boy. By the taste he had this morning, I can tell you used no form of oil to ease his pain. My husband will show you the same respect." The otter nodded as the dragon plunged his hand into the tiger, forcing his way in. "But being a feline, you created your own lube. Your barbs tore the inside of him, and as he bled, things got easier."

The dragon took his cue and moved his fingers inside the tiger so his claws could rake Jasper's bowels as he screams, tear's flowing from his eyes. The snow leopard moves to his attacker's face to lick the salty fluids. As Snowie moves to the tiger's ear, he whispers, "I thought you were gay. Every gay guy wants this. Think, your kings are showing you the same pleasure I felt this morning."

"Boy, are you sure you want to be part of this?" the dragon asks, as he pumps his hand in and out of the tiger, claws still dragging inside the lieutenant. "If so, you can help us with the last part."

"What do you need me to do Your Highness Rajhal?" the snow leopard asks, moving to his the dragon's side.

"This man came inside you. While you are too young to do the same to him, there are other liquids you can use that can be as symbolic." the otter states, replying for his husband. "It's been a long morning, and I am not sure if you have relieved yourself yet, have you?"

The snow leopard only shook his head, as the tiger's screams continued to pierce the air. "I haven't gone yet, but I do have to go."

The dragon pulls his fist from the tiger before forcing him to the ground. Hotaru releases Jasper's tail as he switches places with his husband with boy in tow, watching the dragon move his bloodied hand down to the tiger's mouth. He forced between jasper's lips, making him taste the results of his own punishment. Hotaru speaks to the boy by his side, "You can show him what it's like to take someone else's fluids against his will. If you let yourself go on your back, we can send him down to the prison to wait for his execution.

The snow leopard nodded as he aimed his sheath at the man who had abused him earlier. He closed his eyes as he felt the pressure start to subside from his bladder, and the warm stream coming from him. Opening his eyes, he noticed the spray was hitting Jasper's wounds, causing Snowie to start to move his aim around a bit. He did his best to cover the tiger's whole back while trying to hold a grin.

"Child, you seem to be enjoying yourself." the snow leopard states worriedly.

"No your highness, I just am happy that I can help my kings." Snowie lies, as pushes the last few sprays from his tip.

The otter looks upon the crowd, before shouting in a tone Snowie would have never expected from the kind man. "Alban, we have a new prisoner. Show him to your most dingy cell." The king continues, "Let this be a warning, an example to any of you who plan on touching any of my slaves again. If you decide that one of my slaves is easier than a concubine in town, know that this will be the cost."

The cougar guard arrives as the two hooded figures from before pull Jasper to his feet. As he is dragged across the yard, the cougar speaks. "What do you want me to do with his uniform."

"Burn it Alban." the dragon replies. "He is no longer a member of my military, nor will anyone of my men ever be disgraced by having to wear something a treasonous man wore. Burn it like you do the for the slaves. Make sure he knows his life is no longer what it was. Break him if you have to, but I want him alive in two days for his execution. Otherwise, any punishment is up to you."

"Yes sir." Alban replies as he rushes off to the dungeon. The cougar rubs his hands together before opening the door, imagining the torture he can dish out himself.

"This child has been through much in the past few weeks." the dragon says, as he speaks to the remaining crowd. "I would like my military to be the first to hear, that this boy is now a member of our castle. He is our personal slave, and as such, shall be shown the treatment you would of one of our aides. If you show any disrespect for him, you will be punished through the military courts. He is to be protected and respected after the atrocities that took place for today. The amount of loyalty this boy has shown to the crown will carry far and wide."

The otter leans down to the snow leopard, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I know you went through a lot today, but I think it's time for us to take our leave."

The dragon lifts the boy into his arms, carrying the young feline to the doors of the castle. "We will have lunch as soon as we get you inside. I am hungry child, are you?"

The leopard starts to purr as nods. "I am very hungry Your Majesty Rajhal. I didn't have breakfast this morning." Snowie's stomach starts to growl, confirming his words.

"That's good. After lunch though, you will have to take a nap. Your wounds need to heal, and rest will do you well. You have your work cut out for you once you are better."

The trio arrives at the door as it swings open, leading to the grand hall. Hotaru speaks to the leopard in his husband's arms, "I do hope you enjoy your stay here, it will help you make the most of your time."

The leopard found himself sat at a large wooden table next to the with the otter across from him, and the dragon at the end. "Isn't this a bit large for the two of you?" he asks as looks around the room at the extravagance.

"It is when it is just the two of us eating, but when we have dinners with guests, we find it hard to even fit everyone in this room." The dragon smiles as he talks, enjoying the wonder of the boy. "I think you might enjoy your lunch today. I made sure to get you a bit of what each of us will be eating today. Though these foods may seem strange to you, I will need you to not only try them, but finish them too. We can't have you going hungry now, can we? If you do, you won't be able to heal, and if you don't heal, you wont be able to work on your duties and studies."

Snowie gulped, hoping that the foods wouldn't be too disgusting. The doors to the dining room swung open, as strange smells started to hit the boy's nose. He could smell meat, but there was nothing else he could recognize. Three men clothed in white walked in to the room holding plates. The first walked over to the dragon as he placed a large plate in front of the king. The leopard's eyes went wide at the size of the steak in front of Rajhal. It hung over the plate, and was thicker than Snowie's hand. "You can eat that much?" the snow leopard asked, as his mouth started to water.

"Yes my boy, I can. I do love my steaks." the dragon stated as he cut into the slab of meat, nodding to the man that served him. The servant nodded as he moved back to the door, the next moving to the side of the otter. A different smell came from the otter's plate. A smell that was similar to fish crossed his nose, but as he looked at the plate, a giant bug was facing belly up on it. The snow leopard started to gag, before asking "How could you eat a bug? I thought kings would eat something nicer that that!" He exclaimed as he prayed that he would not be sharing in this.

"Oh child." the otter exclaimed. "This here is an amazing food that my people get from the sea. It's called lobster, and though it looks like a bug, it tastes nothing like one. I do hope you will try some."

Snowie hesitantly nodded, as the third servant came to his side. He looked over to notice a mouse, around his age, was carrying placing the dish in front of him. As the mouse lifted the cover, a small steak and a smaller bug sat upon it. "I think I might like the steak your highness, but I just don't know if I want to try the bug."

"Lobster." the otter corrected, before putting a forkful in his mouth.

"My husband does like it. Being a cat, you might like it too." The dragon stabs his steak with his fork. As he brings the slab of meat to his mouth, he rips a part off before placing it back upon the plate.

The mouse leans into the snow leopard and whispers. "You really should try it. They don't let us have any, and we cook it. I am jealous that you get to try their foods." The mouse timidly hands the feline a small dish of yellow liquid. "It's butter, it goes with the lobster. Some people like it that way better."

", let the boy eat, and stop bothering him." the otter said between bites. "He needs to eat and rest. If you want to help him, go clean the bed room in the southern tower."

The mouse froze, hoping the king would change his mind. He whispered to the snow leopard. "I hate cleaning, I hope he just lets me keep cooking and bringing him his meals."

"I said go. I will send some guards up with the supplies you need. You can go back to your duties once the room is pristine. Every block should shine, and no evidence of the previous occupant be found."

Pierce scurried out of the room, hoping to get out of earshot of the otter before more was added to his list. "Who was he?" the snow leopard inquires, trying to avoid eating the strange food in front of him.

"I'll make you a deal cat." the dragon tries to negotiate. "We will answer your questions as you eat." Rajhal shoots a glance at his husband as the otter nods, holding his fork to his mouth. "If you eat the lobster, I will be glad to talk, Rajhal will answer if you are eating your steak. You have plenty of time to get answers from us both that way."

The snow leopard hesitantly takes the utensils from the table, cutting a piece of the lobster. "Your Majesty Hotaru." Snowie says as he brings the alien food to his mouth. "Who was that mouse?"

The otter waits as he nudges the dragon, giving a subtle wink. Hotaru waits until the lobster hit's the boy's tongue. "His name is Pierce. While he is a slave like you, he didn't get the options you had. He was found stealing fruit in the market. As punishment, he is being kept in servitude until every piece of fruit in the market that day was paid for."

The snow leopard is taken back by the severity of the sentence. Wanting the king to continue, he cuts another piece of the lobster and prepares to take a bite. "But why so much, if he only stole some fruit. He must have been hungry."

"I know it may seem extreme, but it is a deterrent to those in the kingdom. The punishment for youth is different you see. If it was an adult, it would have been public torture, and you saw first hand how that can go."

The snow leopard starts to shiver, wondering what they would have done with fruit to a thief. "What I don't understand is why he didn't get the same options I did though."

"You were given a choice because of the situation you were in. Your enslavement was not because of a choice you made, but a consequence of a choice made by another. We feel that one in your situation should still have some choice on how they live. On the other hand, if you were to steal from the people, you yourself are to blame. If one would steal from the crown," The otter pauses as he concentrates on his meal.

The dragon replies, "Well boy, you saw what happened. You seem to be enjoying the lobster, or is it just that you don't want to hear me talk.

Snowie pauses for a moment, looking down at the food he has been consuming. Almost half of his lobster was gone, and the smooth aftertaste danced on his palate. "I do kinda like this. It isn't slimy like I thought it would be."

The otter laughs, covering his mouth so his food does not spray across the table. "I thought you might enjoy it." he says as he gathers his composure. "So, what else do you want to know?" Hotaru gestures to the leopard's plate, bribing him to eat more.

The leopard decides to try the slab of steak before him. As he cuts into the meat, he looks towards the dragon. "Your highness Rajhal, when I was brought from the dungeon, one of your men said I might be used for their pleasure. Is that what you use your slaves for?" He puts the meat into his mouth, taking his time to chew to get the most from the answer.

The dragon almost chokes at the question. "My boy, I am not sure where you would have heard that, but we do not assign our slaves for those kind of desires. I myself have my husband, and my husband has me." The dragon looks uncomfortable with the questioning, adjusting himself in his chair. "Though we don't assign anyone to use in that way, we are not foreign to the idea for a slave to volunteer himself in the bedchamber." Snowie notices the otter's arm shifting. "My husband is more guilty of this though than I am. You saw though by the display today, you can say no at any time." The dragon lets out a silent sigh of relief as he watches the snow leopard swallow.

The snow leopard looks at his plate, trying to decide who he wants to answer next. Taking another piece of the lobster, he looks back over to Hotaru. "I know you have bathed me twice now, and taken close care of me so far. The cougar, Alban was his name I think, said you like the look of naked boys. Is that why you two don't have any girls in the castle?"

The otter froze as Snowie bit into the lobster. The questions were getting more and more personal, and the kings knew they had to uphold their end of the deal. The dragon speaks again for his speechless husband. "We usually make deals for the first born son. I know it makes things sound sexist, but it's a tradition from before we took rule. We though try to offer a path that gives the boys a more healthy form of rehabilitation, instead of the forms of punishment that came before us. About the naked part, it's a form of security. You can hide a dagger under a shirt, or in your pants. With what you wear, it's hard to hide anything. Yes the views are a great bonus, but it mainly is a point to anyone in our service that they can not hide from us, nor hide things from us." The dragon puts his hand on the table softly, reached towards the snow leopard. "I hope you understand that."

Snowie nods as he replies, "Yes, that makes sense to me." He goes to take another bite, silent this time. He no longer cares about prodding, but just the food before him. He had never eaten like this in his life, and it was so much.

Regaining his composure, the otter adds. "Yes, I do enjoy the way you boys look. The citizens of our realm tend to guard their daughters closer than they do their sons. I think it's to keep their innocence, and to make sure no harm comes to them. I wish they would do so with their boys though. You have reminded me today what can happen if good care isn't taken." Hotaru tries to hide the tear that formed, now rolling down his cheek. "The uniforms, as my husband stated, are for our safety. It also allows you to see the other boys too. When you are young, sometimes curiosity like that can be healthy."

Snowie finally speaks again, his mouth still full. "I wanna speak about that mouse again. He seemed friendly. Can I meet him again?"

"First child, don't speak with your mouth full." the otter states as he pops his last piece of lobster into his mouth. Hypocritically he speaks, "He is a cute little one, isn't he? I keep him serving us meals, because I just love that cute butt of his. Don't tell me you didn't notice."

The snow leopard tries to hide his blushing while shaking his head.

The dragon glares at the otter, bring his hand to his head. "All silliness aside, he is a nice boy. I am not sure we trust him in our chambers. He was a thief after all. But we could set it up for him to bring you meals during your studies. If you wanted him to spend more time with you though, we could talk when that time comes."

The snow leopard looks down, hoping the mouse would talk to him. "I don't know if he would even want to be my friend though. He seems too nice." Snowie says, filled with doubt.

Hotaru looks at the boy, "I like you child, others must too. Not because I am their king and say so, but because you are really a nice boy." He pushes his plate with only the shell remaining on it. "You look like you are getting full. I think it's time you go to bed now. Your room isn't ready yet, so you will have to sleep in our bed for your nap. We need to make sure you are okay after all that went on this morning."

The dragon waves the two off, dismissing them. "I will be in to check on you. I think the two of you should get some sleep. After all that investigating you did darling, you must be worn out."

Hotaru looks at the dragon as he picks the leopard into his arms. "What are we doing for dinner tonight? Didn't we have guests?"

Oh yes, one of the Lords and Ladies from one of those kingdoms to the north were coming by. For the life of me, I can't remember who. I will go hunt down Saleem and ask him. He tends to keep your schedule, right?

The otter looks down into his arms as Snowie lets out a yawn. "Yes, Saleem does. We are going to head to bed though. Wake me before they get here. I have to lay out some clothes for the boy. We need to make sure he can handle and event like this."

The dragon shoos the otter away again with his hand. "I said go take him to bed. He needs his rest. We will discuss this later."

The otter carries the boy down the hall to the door at the end, the snow leopard starting to doze off from the large meal. "Oh god you are heavier than you look child." the otter mutters as he tries to open the door with a finger while not disturbing the boy in his arms. Finally getting the door open, he trudges to the bed panting. Placing the boy on the bed, he notices that the boy still was not wearing anything except the bandages and restraints. He shrugged as he pulled the blankets back and tucked the boy in, moving Snowie so his head could rest on the pillows. The otter shed his clothes, tossing them onto the ground before slipping into the bed next to the boy. "Don't do it." Hotaru reminded himself as he found himself erect, and pressing against the boy. He placed his arm around the boy softly, and held him in place with his leg, laying it over the leopard's. While he was positioned to thrust in the boy, all he wanted to do was make sure the feline didn't roll over onto his wounds.

Snowie started to purr as he snuggled up to the king, his rump teasing the otter's cock. The king just kissed the back of the feline's head as he whispered, "Have a good night child. I will see you soon." The otter closed his eyes, worn from defending the child earlier. The purrs from the boy soon lulled him into a deep sleep.

Snowie awoke the sounds of grunting, as if someone was moving heavy furniture. He noticed the arm that was holding him closely started to shake him softly in time with the noises. Wondering where he was he started to look around the room, noticing the tapestries hung from the walls. They alternated between seascapes and mountains, cities to small villages. It seemed that every place he had heard about from his grandfather was in pictures on the walls. As the bed started to shake violently he heard a voice whisper "Quiet, I don't want to wake the boy."

Snowie heard the otter, shutting his eyes as he pretended to sleep. The grunting turned to panting as the otter cried out in pleasure. The bed shook one last time as he could feel something warm splash under his tail. "Great job hun, I think I just came on the boy. I told you we needed to wait."

The snow leopard giggled at his kings. the otter's hand moved to Snowie's rump, wiping his seed off. "I'm so sorry my boy. I didn't mean to do that. I really didn't mean to finish on you. Please forgive me."

The snow leopard start's to purr at the attention, noticing the king's hand has been replaced by something warmer and more moist. He reached his hand back to find the king licking his rump, like he did in the bath. The otter moves up his hand up the boy's tail before placing it on Snowie's head, scratching the soft fur.

"It's okay your highness, I believe you." the leopard states, still unsure of what was going on.

The otter suddenly stops the scratching as he places his hand on the boy's head. "Are you feeling okay?" Hotaru asks as he stands on all fours so he can reach his lips to where his hand was. "You seem a bit warm. Let me get you some cool water." Reaching over the boy to pull a cord, a bell chimes.

The two men from earlier rush in, kneeling and asking how they can be of service. "The boy needs cool water, bring a pitcher and a bowl." the otter commands before he adds. "Also, a few cloths and fresh bandages. We need to keep this boy cool."

"I feel fine your highness." Snowie states as he tries to sit up. The room starts to spin before the boy falls again onto the bed.

"Rajhal, you have to do dinner yourself tonight. I can't leave this boy alone." Hotaru states, rubbing the boy's arm. "I don't know who else can take care of him."

"Jessie went out to town for the day to restock supplies. She said she would be back in the morning. Alban is busy in the dungeon too. I am not sure who we could get to watch over this boy that wouldn't frighten him."

The snow leopard speaks softly, the room suddenly getting warm. "What about the mouse?" he innocently requests.

The royal couple look at each other. The mouse is a thief, but seems to like Snowie enough. "Maybe we should give him a chance. Snowie seem to like him enough, but make sure a guard comes along." the dragon says as the otter nods in agreement. "We will bring you some food to eat, and the mouse too if you want him by your side." The dragon put's his hand on the feline's and asks, "Is that what you wish?"

The snow leopard nods, his head throbbing as it moves. "Can you make it colder in here too?" he asks, starting to break a sweat.

"We are working on that boy. Just hold in there." the otter replies as he rub's the leopard's arm. "Just hang on for us. We are worried about you."

The dragon pulls the blankets off the leopard, noticing the blood staining his linens. He shakes his head noticing the blood loss. "We need to get you into new bandages quick. I will call down to my men and bring up their best medic to help you."

The kings look at each other, the guilt reaching them both at the same time. The otter dashes to the door and starts shouting into the hall as his voice seems to be getting lighter. Snowie looks up to the dragon, still bent over him as he asks, "Mommy, can you help me feel better? before closing his eyes and going limp.

"This is worse than I thought." the dragon said, as the two servants rush back in, carrying the water and cloth. The dragon grabs the bowl, dunking the cloth into the cool water and moving to the boy's head. The fluids leave a wet trail from the king's haste on the bed.

Grabbing another rag, he wets it again, as he starts to layer the boy in the damp cloths. "Please tell me the medic will be here soon." Hotaru says, wringing his hands. And where is that damn mouse boy. Isn't he usually in tow with you two?

The servant answered, as he started to help the dragon to cool off the leopard. "I think you sent him to the south tower your highness. Someone has to go fetch him."

The otter kicked the table next to him, sending it's contents onto the ground. "He needs to be here now. This boy can't wait."

The dragon speaks softly. "Your temper won't help the boy, but helping us with these cloths will. Be part of the solution, and not the problem here."

"Mommy?" the feline asks, looking back up at the dragon. "Who are you talking to?"

The dragon smiles, knowing the boy must be hallucinating, but plays along to sooth the boy. "I'm talking to our neighbor. He came over to help you feel better."

"Okay." he says as he starts to shiver. "I don't feel so good. I had a dream that I was in the castle, with these two kings."

The otter moves over to the leopard, grabbing the bowl of water and holding it next to Snowie. "Can you drink for me child?" he asks, hoping the boy's ordeal will end soon.

The dragon moves to the door, leaping off from the bed. "What took you so long Jean?" he asks as a skunk walks through the door.

The otter shrieks while holding the boy's hand. "He isn't responding, what are you doing standing there?"

The skunk quietly walks over the boy. "Our kind have a way to bring people back to consciousness." he says as he waves his tail under the snow leopard's nose. "Give it a minute."

The leopard starts to sputter and gag, moving his hand to cover his face. "It works like a charm. Now what is your problem little one?"

Snowie's eyes still burned from the assault on his nostrils. He just mutters incoherently, occasionally asking for his mom. Looking up between the kings he asks, "So how long has he been like this?"

"It just started, since our..." the otter started, realizing what was going on before the boy's episode. "Raj, How long ago was it since you made me finish?"

The dragon hangs his head in embarrassment, knowing now was not the time to reprimand his husband. "It's been maybe half an hour or so. The wounds on the boy came from this morning."

Turning the boy onto his stomach, the skunk was taken back by the bloodied bandages. "I wish you had brought him to me earlier. These wounds need to be properly dressed, and sewn up. On the other hand, I must give a nod to whoever did this field dressing."

The otter smiled for a moment, but it faded as quickly as it appeared. "Do you think it was the attack?"

"I think the attack didn't help, but this bad of a fever isn't caused from this fresh of a wound usually." He started to undo the bandages, continuing to try and figure out the cause. "Where was he attacked?"

"It was in the barn. He was clawed, bitten, and raped, but we had his wounds cleaned within a short time." the otter replies, trying to give as much information as he could.

"I know you tried, but I need you to answer my questions if you want him to make it through the night." the skunk replies, not moving from his task.

"Stables" Snowie softly moans, as the air hits his wounds.

"Hush boy, I'm talking to the adults." Jean replies, ignoring his bedside manner. Turning to the otter, he states. "The wounds don't look infected, but the blood loss seems to be sending him into shock. There must be something else I am missing. Open your mouth feline." the medic states harshly as he tries to pry the boy's jaws open.

"Do you see anything? " Hotaru asks as he starts to pace.

"I see a sick child. Now let me do my work." He starts muttering to himself, nodding, and shaking his head.

"Look at the child's feet for me. Separate the fur and see if there is a rash." he commands the kings, brining his hand to the leopard's forehead.

The dragon moves back to the boy, as the otter keeps moving back and forth across the room. "I don't see anything." the dragon says as he starts to part the boy's fur. "Wait, something like this?" Rajhal asks as the skunk rushes next to him.

"Why yes, that must be it. It fits with the sores in his mouth." The skunk walks away from the boy, stating. "Keep him drinking water and soups. Also, make sure someone is here."

"That's it?" the dragon exclaims as he stomps his foot. "This boy has been through so much today. You can't just leave him."

"There is nothing I can do beyond what I have just told you to do. You have an army for me to attend to, and now a prisoner to keep alive." The skunk said as he moved to the door, ready to attend to more pressing matters.

"If you leave now, you will join that prisoner in his fate." the dragon orders to the skunk, watching him freeze in the doorway.

"Your majesty." the medic starts, as he turns to the dragon with his arms crossed. "The boy has a common childhood illness. He will be fine in a week's time if you just watch his temperature. Keep him hydrated, and he will be okay." He moves to face the hall, raising his tail slightly. "I could spray the bed to keep him awake for you, but,"

"Take your leave, we will manage." the otter says as he starts shooing the skunk out of their room. He turns to his husband, "Do you think he was going to actually spray our bed?"

"He has let himself go off in the middle of the barracks once when the sixth regiment had hit the tavern too hard. The Captain decided it would be a good lesson. I could smell it in the castle for weeks, but those men didn't drink for three years."

"So." Hotaru says as he hesitates, looking down. "If it's keeping him watered and cooled, do we need to be the ones, or can we have Piers do it?"

"I still don't know about having a rodent in the room." Rajhal huffs, moving to the door.

"Yeah, and what about the two that you were playing with last week? They seemed to fit right between us fine."

"That was different. Those twins offered themselves, and they have been in our service for years. That mouse has only been with us for a few days. There is no way we can trust what he would do within our own chambers."

"I really think you need to give him a chance. The boy seems to be fond of him, and it may be the only way we could really see."

"See what? What are you up to water rat?"

"Now come on, that really is uncalled for. My tail is much thicker for one. Second off, didn't you just say something about rodents in the bed."

"Yeah, and I am not taking back either comment. If you think it is what the boy really needs, you need to find someone that can watch over him."

"You forgot you called the guard already, and Piers should be here soon."

The dragon brings his hand to his head. "First the boy gets raped. Then he gets sick. We have the Lord and Lady coming tonight, and we still have yet to get dressed for this occasion. There is a sick leopard in our bed, and a mouse coming in to take care of him. I am not getting changed outside of this chamber, and you won't be parading around for the staff to see either.

"I don't know why the strict guard on my body all of a sudden, it's not like I have taken naked dips in our pond, or eaten our breakfast in nothing but my crown before."

"That is your morning routine. Every morning. You say it's your morning wiggles, but I swear it's just to catch the eye of the boys roaming this castle."

"I don't see you getting dressed. Or bathed for that matter. You do smell of our after nap romp still."

The dragon glares at the otter, realizing the otter was right. The couple had stood this whole time during their argument fully nude. The two servants asked shyly. "We can go find piers. Would you wish that?"

"Just get out of here." the dragon said, as he rested his head on the post of the bed. "I just need to get tonight over with."

The snow leopard leans up. "Do I need more bandages?" the feline asked, wondering what the commotion was about.

"Oh lord, the man didn't finish his job." the dragon states, as he moves to the closet, picking robes for his husband and himself. "This is too floral, this one matches your eyes but is out of season. What about, no. Oh maybe this." the dragon says as he debates on the choices for his husband. The last thing he needs is the otter to eat naked with their guests, and bring the lord back to the bedchamber. At least tonight he had Snowie as an excuse to stop that sort of behavior.

The skunk rushed back into the room, holding a bag this time. He looked around at the arguing couple, and barked. "If you two are done with your lover's quarrel, I could use some help with the boy." The couple throws their hands up, wondering how they could be taking orders from someone else. "I need you two to hold him still. This will be very painful for him. I need to close up his wounds before I dress his wounds."

The otter starts to wring his hands again, before a glare moves back to his husband. "The boy shouldn't have to go through this. It was one of your men that caused this whole ordeal. "

"Yes, but it was your decision to give him the whole week down in the lower grounds." the dragon argued, moving to hold down the boy's hips.

The medic moved over to the boy's mouth, inserting a gag inside. "I don't need you biting onto your tongue, but this is something you can bite down on."

Suddenly the mouse rushes into the room, panting from his long run. "You called for me your highness?"

"Boy, get over here and hold the cat's hand." the skunk shouted. Piers let out a startled squeak as he darted to the leopard on the bed, eyes going wide.

"Is he going to be okay?" Piers asked, before being smacked in the back of the head by the skunk.

"Not if you don't do what I say." Jean digs into his bag before pulling out a sharp needle and thread. "I need you to tell me if his grip on your hand loosens. It's going to be tight, but you need to hold on to make sure he stays with us."

The leopard moves his hand into the mouse's, noticing the frail fingers within. "Squeeze it as hard as you can." the skunk commands. Hearing the yelp from the rodent confirms that the snow leopard could at least take orders. "I am sorry boy that this will hurt, I will try to make this as quick as possible."

A sharp piercing pain shoots up from one of the leopards scars and moves into his neck. He starts to howl as his wound is brought together. "Hold him down!" the skunk shouts, as the sensation comes back again. The leopard starts to feel the room spinning again, before it goes dark.

Snowie's eyes shoot open with the burning smell that hits his nose. Opening his burning eyes, he can barely make out the black and white fur in front of his face. "Child," he states, "You need to try harder to stay with us. You need to hold on. This will be over soon." The skunk moves his rear away from the snow leopard's nose as he hits the mouse again. "Do you want him to die on us?" he yells, hitting Piers again. "If you don't let me know right away, we could loose your friend."

The leopard stirs, trying to roll over to talk to the boy. "I said hold him down!" Jean yells, causing the otter to put his weight on the snow leopard's shoulders. "We are almost half way done."

"Please!" the snow leopard begs, wishing to just slip away. The pain was worse than the attack in the morning, the needle sharper that Jasper's barbs. He wondered what he had done to deserve such torture.

As the skunk continued, the snow leopard lay still. His back started to go numb from the otter's weight pressing on him. As Snowie's breathing started to become labored, the mouse spoke softly. "He's letting go of my hand again."

The burning smell again hit the leopard's face as he this time noticed a few drips of fluid on his nose. "You really did that in our bed?" the otter shouts, trying to swat at the medic.

"It will keep the boy alive. What would you rather have? A little bit of my spray on your pillow, or a dead boy laying upon it?" the skunk asked, having no more patience with the kings. I only have to finish the wound on his shoulder.

The leopard could hear trumpets blasting in the background, with shouting coming from outside. He winced as his shoulder felt the pain his back did just moments before. "Boy, how are you feeling?" the otter asked, as he noticed the leopard's claws digging into the bed. "We can replace the bed, but we can't replace you." he states as he brushes his cheek against the boy.

Piers stands holding Snowie's hand and start's to nose the feline's fingers. "I think they are almost done."

With a final tug, bringing a scream through the leopard's gag, the skunk tied off the thread. "We gotta bandage you up, this will take some time to heal." He tosses the sewing equipment into his bag and pulls out a roll of bandages. Looking at Hotaru he states. "You need to change these three times a day. It might be easiest if you do it after every meal. "

"I don't think I can do as good of a job as you can. Can you come and bandage him?" the otter asks, knowing he has other duties to attend to.

The skunk replies, his ears laying flat. "If I have to come up and change his wounds, I will leave my mark on your chambers." He brings his hand down to pet the feline, as he starts to wrap the boy. "Your field dressings are fine. I can have someone bring you up the extra cloth if you need."

"Thank you." the snow leopard manages to softly speak, as his eyes start to dry.

"What was that boy?" the skunk asks, used to the vulgarities from the service men he usually treats.

"I said thank you." Snowie restates, "I know it hurts, but it will feel better soon." The leopard's words bring a smile to the skunk as he ties off the cloth. "When can I get to my duties Mr. Jean?" Snowie asks, whimpering as he sits up. The sweat drips off the boy's brow, as he pleads to fulfill his tasks.

"My gods boy, you won't do such a thing for months. I don't want you leaving that bed.

"What are you talking about?" the otter asks, moving to the robes his husband had chosen. "We need him working off his debts."

"He is our slave after all." the dragon states, pulling the floral robe from his husband's hand, slapping it while shaking his head. "Don't you have a way to make him heal faster?"

"It will take him a week alone for the fever to break." the skunk says, shaking his head. "I won't be able to remove the stitches until his wounds have healed up. At that point he can walk around, but he won't be able to be moving for long. If you are really wanting him to work, have him boss around people like you do. That's all he will be good for, other than a cute thing to snuggle with."

The otter grins as he winks at his husband. "What about?"

"No." the skunk states, knowing the couple's reputation. "If he gets close to orgasm, his stitches will pop, and he will need to be sewn up again. He is not a stuffed doll, contrary to how his back looks."

The otter huffs, looking at the mouse. "Well, one can dream, can't they?"

Piers shrugs his shoulders, lost in the conversation by the adults. He leans in to nose the snow leopard's cheek as he softly speaks. "Do you know what they are talking about?" the small mouse asks as he grabs the boy's hand into his again.

"You don't need to hold his hand now, he needs his rest." the skunk states, bringing a bowl of water to the leopard's mouth. As Snowie drinks, the mouse tries to let go, but is held tightly in the leopard's grasp.

Between slurps the otter brings his head up from the bowl. "I want him to keep holding me," he says, squeezing the boy's hand a couple of times. "Can he stay with me tonight?"

The royal couple looked at each other, hoping the guard would come soon. Reluctantly the dragon speaks. "Yes, he can stay with you, but on one condition."

The mouse looks up at the dragon, wondering what the price would be. The dragon continues. "Your clothes. Give them to me."

"But I will be naked." the mouse says, as he tries to cover himself up.

"And we are not?" the otter asks, trying to grasp for the floral robe again.

The mouse thinks for a moment, and protests again, letting out a small squeak before asking. "What if I get cold?"

"The bed is right there," the dragon points as he speaks. "That boy in it will keep you plenty warm." He looks down to the mouse as he walks closer, leaving the otter to his own decisions on wardrobe. "This is a command from your king. Strip naked and cuddle with the snow leopard."

"But I don't even know his name." Piers states as he lifts his shirt off, exposing his undeveloped chest. "How do I know?"

"Because a command from your king is law." the dragon booms, pulling the boy's pants off. "I don't want to hear another word." Rajhal says, picking up the boy's clothes.

Piers let out a ear piercing squeak as his clothes were taken from him. The otter looked into the tall mirror, enjoying the floral robes upon him. He started to speak into the mirror as he looked at the mouse in the reflection. "It's to make sure you don't steal anything boy. Less places for you to hide things with those sticky little hands of yours."

The rodent hangs his head, reminded of the crime that brought him here. "But I'm cold." he whines. His complaints are forced to end by being lifted by the dragon. As he is placed next to the leopard, he feels an arm enclose around him. "Are you sure he can hold me?" he asks, trying to get out of the situation.

"If he wants to hold you, let him hold you. Just don't do anything naughty with him, he needs his rest." the dragon commands, as he walks over to his husband. Huffing he pulls up a dark red robe adorned with black trim. Looking at his husband he shakes his head. "It seems you don't care, so I might as well just wear anything myself."

"That's the spirit." the otter exclaims, his attention half distracted by the door. A jackal walks in to the room, keeping the silence that he was known for. "Oh Captain, I am glad you made it. You remember Snowie from this morning's trial, right?"

The captain just nods, as he moves over to the boys. He gestures to the mouse and shrugs.

"I just need you to guard these two. We have guests to entertain, and these two need to be watched. The feline is very ill, and the mouse is a thief."

"I am not" the mouse squeaks, pouting as he pounds his small fist into the bed. The snow leopard whimpers at the shaking. The mouse responds with a quiet "Sorry." before moving his body closer to the leopard.

"I am not a nanny." the jackal says, his voice low and serious.

"No, but you are captain of the guard." Rajhal says as he glares at the canine. "I want you to sit and watch these two while we are out. If anything goes wrong, it will be your responsibility. I trust that you will be able to handle this task more than anyone else."

"What about the she lion?" tk protests, letting a huff while waiting for a response. Becoming impatient, he adds, "There are many with medic training that would do much better than myself."

"Insubordination from a direct order from your king. Is that how you wish to end your career?" the otter asks. "It could be considered treason. Do you wish to find out how Jasper felt this morning?"

"Your Highness Hotaru," the jackal says, quickly changing his tone. "I will make sure these boys are well."

"That's more like it" Rajhal states as he grabs his husband's hand, leading him out of the room. "And remember, they are not to become sexual with each other. The leopard won't be able to handle it."

As the royal couple exits the room, the jackal releases a sigh. "Reduced to a nanny. I see where my career is heading." Looking down at the boys, he wonders how much difficulty these boys could end up to be. As the snow leopard yawned, the mouse moved his naked rump to rub against the snow leopard's sheath. The snow leopard responded by lightly biting the boy's neck before going limp, worn from the day's affairs.

"I don't know how you could have said that to the lord Roux" Rajhal shouts, slamming the door open. He is met by the jackal, holding his hand over his own mouth, shushing the king.

"The boys are asleep your majesty. I don't think it would be wise to wake them."

"Wait, they have been sleeping this whole time?" Hotaru says, his speech slightly slurred. "Did they?" he asks, while thrusting his hips. The floral robe slipped off his shoulders, each thrust sending it further down his back. "Tell me you helped them."

A slap to the back of the head stopped the king's lewd behavior quick. "I still can't believe you asked the lord if his sons were cute, and if he wanted to see the two boys we had in our bed." the dragon growled. "Next time, it's tea for you. I don't want you drinking mead when we have company any more."

"Oh shut your mouth. I felt you get hard when I talked about the twins we played with last week." the otter countered.

"That's my point. You felt me up the whole time they were eating. You even asked if you could take care of it for me. When I told you to stop, you asked the lord if he wanted a try. I can't believe you are the legendary silver tongued prince when you act that way."

"King" the otter added, as he tried to lean against the door frame, stumbling onto the ground. "You are just upset that we couldn't bring him back and make the Lady watch."

"It sounds like he needs to sober up your majesty." the jackal says, gathering his composure. "May I take my leave?"

"Ya sure you don't want to shove your knot," the otter starts, before he finds a firmly grasped hand over his mouth.

"Yes, please do leave before my husband tries to soil the military honor." the dragon states as he dismisses the captain with a wave. The otter tries to speak, only mumbles coming forth. "I need to get you into bed, and the boys need your silence."

As the dragon releases his grasp, he moves to the bed, leaving the otter to stumble on his own. "Can we at least have some fun?" Hotaru asks, hoping to get something from his husband.

As the dragon pushes his husband onto the bed, he hears the young boys start to stir. Snowie lets out a labored moan as he starts to curl himself up, holing his groin. The dragon shook his head, knowing too well what was coming next.

Piers rolls over to look at the feline, nuzzling his chin with his cheek. "What's wrong buddy?" he asks, before the feline licks his face.

The leopard speaks softly, as he whimpers. "I gotta pee, but it hurts to sit up. Can you get someone to help?"

The dragon shakes his head. "We can't move you up like that yet my boy. The rodent will have to take care of that for you." Piers ears laid flat on his head, as he tried to figure out what the dragon meant.

"I hope you are thirsty." the otter slurred as he sat up, moving the covers off the children. "Make sure to drink it all, can't have any on the bed after all."

"Wait," the mouse squeaks, his face wrenching in disgust. "That is just horrible."

"Maybe the first few times, but you grow to like it." the otter says, giving the mouse a wink. "I guarantee you that a few days you will be begging Snowie for it."

"Why don't you then?" the mouse protests, finding the act to be repulsive. "You seem to like it."

"He has drank enough tonight, and that would just get him riled up even more." the dragon says, crossing his arms. "Just make sure your lips are tight around him."

"I can't pee like that." Snowie whimpers, wishing he could have more input on the situation. He starts to shift his legs, clutching his groin tighter.

"You better hurry up mousie" the otter states. "He looks like he won't be able to hold it any longer."

The mouse looks at the snow leopard's squinting face. The feline could barely hold on, but the pain he saw earlier when Snowie tried to sit was much worse. Sighing, he scooted himself down in the bed, now nuzzling the boy's hands out of the way with his nose. "I don't think I can do this" Snowie states as the mouse's whiskers tickle his sheath.

Piers opens his mouth, attempting to be careful with his teeth as he brings the leopard's member into him. Snowie gasped as he felt the warmth surrounding him and clenched himself, trying to hold back. He could feel the mouse's lips making the best seal the boy could.

Snowie could hold back no longer, not having relieved himself since the tiger in the morning. He softly apologized "I'm sorry Piers." as he stopped holding back. He saw the mouse close his eyes as a warm stream of salty fluid hit the back of the boy's throat.

"Remember to swallow." the otter reminded the mouse. The king bent over the boys, letting out a soft moan at the sight. "You don't know how jealous I am of you two. I am not sure though who I envy more right now." The otter stops his fantasies as he his shoved onto the bed by his husband.

"Leave the boys alone." the dragon whispers to the otter, trying to leave the boys in peace.

"Are you okay?" Snowie asks, looking at the mouse that continues to make gulping noises around his shaft. The boy nods, causing the felines barbed cock to brush against the insides of the mouse's mouth. A shiver runs down Snowie's spine as his tail starts to twitch.

The mouse continues to gulp at the fluids, wondering if the leopard would ever stop. The stream into his mouth started to weaken as the mouse let out a soft exhale of relief. As the snow leopard let out a few more spurts, trying to make sure every drop was expelled, the mouse started to move his tongue around, exploring the boy between his lips. Piers enjoyed how the barbs tickled his tongue, and the soft moan it brought from the feline.

"You need to stop Piers." the dragon warned. "Snowie can't get too excited, it could hurt him further."

Snowie reaches his hand down to the warm sensations around him and finds something hard covered in fur. He brings draws the object around him, letting out a soft gasp as his tail flops against the bed.

"It looks like he is enjoying himself." the otter says, grabbing his husband's hand. "Remember the first time you did that to me? I almost choked!" the otter exclaims.

The dragon leans over and grabs the mouse's hair, pulling him off the leopard. "I told you to stop you rodent, I don't need you hurting him!" the dragon growls, curling his lip to show his teeth.

The mouse starts to shiver as tears start to form. "I thought it would make him feel better." Piers cries.

"Then lay next to him and protect him from my husband tonight. I don't need his grabby hands feeling up the boy." The dragon gestures to the snow leopards back and the bed behind it. "If you lay over here, Snowie won't be able to lay on his wounds."

The mouse crawls onto the bed, laying next to the wounded feline. "Like this?" he shyly asks as he starts to spoon with Snowie.

"Put your arm over him." the dragon says softly, picking up piers' arm and laying it over Snowie. "He needs to feel someone caring with him right now."

"How ya feeling Snowie?" piers asks, as he brushes his nose against the back of Snowie's head. "You feel a bit cooler."

"Yes, but Snowie can't have any blankets right now. But you have his heat to keep you warm tonight." the dragon grins as he brings the sheet to cover the boys. "Sleep tight." As the dragon snaps his fingers, two foxes walk into the room silently and bring the oil lamps from the room, closing the four into the dark bedchambers.

Suddenly Piers feels a shifting in his arms. He wonders what has Snowie so restless, but then feels the long tail fall over his back, almost as if it was trying to push the mouse closer. Piers hesitantly complies, trying to do his best to take care of his new responsibility. As his eyes start to close again, he can feel the feline start to wiggle his rump, putting pressure on the rodent's groin. Piers bites his lip, trying fall asleep before the teasing gets the better of him.

The light hits the boys eyes as they start to groan. While they has slept comfortably the past few nights, Piers had noticed the leopard had become more and more flirtatious right after the lights had went out. He decided to finally talk about the issues that had been intensifying.

"Snowie?" he asks, moving his hand down to the snow leopard's hip. "I noticed you put your hand on my," the mouse stops, too embarrassed to continue.

"What are you talking about?" the feline asks, oblivious to what the mouse is talking about.

"Well, last night after the lights went out, you kinda put your paw," he pauses as he moves his hand to Snowie's groin. "Here. But on me."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." the snow leopard speaks in hesitant tone. "I thought you were poking me with your finger. I was trying to move it away."

"It felt nice though when you played with it though." the mouse squeaks, giving the boy a lick on the ear.

"I did?" Snowie asks, embarrassed at his behavior. "You sure it wasn't a dream?" he says, trying to deny the night before. "I have been sick, maybe you are coming down with something?"

"You got really sweaty last night, but then you stopped feeling so warm after." the mouse moves to bring his hand to the leopard's face, "You seem to be feeling a little better."

The doors open, as the kings stand in their place. "Snowie, how are you feeling today?" the otter asks, wringing his hands in worry again. "Can you stand up? I know the doctor said for you to rest, but Jasper's imprisonment has been getting lengthy. I don't know if we can stand holding him much longer."

"It's true child, his sentence must be finished." Rajhal adds, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "My men are starting to make demands that I either end his misery or let him free. They have started to weaken from Jasper's screams, and I don't blame them."

"Why do I need to stand?" Snowie asks, as he tries to sit up, finding it easier than it was the day before. "I thought I was supposed to stay here."

"I am sorry child, but you must be present for the execution. The guilty must look at their victim as they perish." Hotaru states as he shakes his head. "I wish there was another way, but if you can't go, he can walk free from our castle. We decided if someone couldn't watch their attacker die, the attacker was not guilty enough to be executed."

The dragon looks at the otter, deciding the boy needed to know the truth. "You have to deal his finishing blow. My husband and I never thought our laws would bring us to this, but things usually turn out differently. Rarely have we seen someone survive an attack like that, and if they do, they are rendered too shy to come forth."

"I ask you again," the otter starts, as he moves to the feline in the bed. "Can you stand?"

"Let me help you." Piers requests, as the mouse puts his arm around Snowie, acting as his crutch. The leopard starts to inch to the edge of the bed, using his bedmate to stabilize himself. Once seated on the edge, the mouse stands, offering a hand to the leopard.

As the otter walks to the window, he looks outside at the grounds below. "They are getting restless, we need to do this now." Hotaru states, moving his hand through the fur on his head. "They won't listen to the fact that you need to heal, They say the justice must be had or forgotten."

"You understand that we can't take this one by military force," the dragon states to his husband.

"Yeah, I know. The closest army of ours is three days out." Hotaru says as he walks over to the boys. "We go now, or he walks as a free man. A free man that committed treason." the otter points to the door. "Rajhal will lead you, I will be right behind you."

The boys look at each other, before looking down as they start to hobble down the hall. The mouse grimaces at the larger feline's weight, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, at least you get to wear more than me." Piers pokes, hoping to get a smile from the leopard.

"What do you mean? We are both naked. How am I wearing more clothes." Snowie asks, biting his lip as he gets to the stairs. Still unstable, he looks up at the otter.

Before the snow leopard could say a word, the otter swiftly picks the boy up, being careful to not press against his wounds. "You at least have bandages, and your cute little restraints." Hotaru says before biting softly on the collar and tugging on it with his teeth.

"How come Piers doesn't have to wear these?" Snowie protested, realizing the mouse had a point, even if almost negligible.

"That's because, well," the otter hesitates as they get to the landing, the exit to the lower grounds before them.

"We are here boys, are you ready?" Rajhal asks, bringing the attention to the task at hand. "I need you two to stay strong. Especially you Piers. Snowie is about to face the person that caused his wounds. What he does today is in the name of his kingdom, not how he may feel in his heart."

"I understand." the mouse says shyly, putting his arm back under the feline.

Two figures in hooded robes walk up to the door, pulling it open as the kings stand in front of the boys. The otter turns to the boys and states "Don't kneel at the trumpets. You are with us for this. Besides, I don't know if Snowie can get back up in his condition."

"Yes your highness Hotaru." Snowie replies, as he nods gently. As he tries to speak, his voice is quickly drowned out by the blasting of horns. Snowie and Piers are greeted to the sight the kings see every time they exit. The military lines the sides and rear of the yard, almost ten men thick. Standing at the center are the captains and lieutenants of the regiments in the base. Two familiar faces stand from the officers, making their approach to the kings. The otter just nods as they get to the top of the stairs, before the two men dash to the entrance to the dungeon.

"I don't think I have told you this enough." the otter says, as he turns to the leopard. "You need to be brave today. He will try to threaten, beg, and negotiate anything to be free. What you must know is, if he is freed today, you will be giving up your freedom in exchange. You will worry every night if he is under the bed, or the noise outside the window. You need to do what is right for you, your kings, and the kingdom filled with other boys like you, who he may attack next time. Would you ever want some other boy to go through what he did to you?"

"No your highness, I would never want that." Snowie states, as piers looks on with confusion. "I don't want to let him hurt someone else."

"I thought you might say that." the dragon says, grabbing onto his husband's hand as they step into the yard. Now that you have your mind made up, it's time to present your case for a final time." Rajhal stands tall, shouting to his men. "You are gathered here today, not to witness a union, but to be witness to the punishment of a felon. This man here was once a fine lieutenant, but fell when he decided that his wants stood before the wants of the kingdom and it's rulers. If anyone feel that his violations of this boy behind me were justified, you can join him in his execution. I would not want someone that feels that taking the innocence of a boy would be acceptable to be in my service.

A voice yells from the back, "Why are you mad? Because I beat you to it?" The crowd parts as the raspy voice continues. "I enjoyed every minute of it, but I was just trying to do you a service." As the tiger stumbles naked through the yard, held by Alban and tk he glares at the leopard. "Oh you poor little gay boy. I was just trying to stretch you for your kings. You were supposed to learn to take it like the whore you are. I wanted to stretch you so you could handle when they both tried to fill you at the same time."

the leopard stepped up to the tiger as he reached out and slapped the man. Snowie fell to his knees, before he was caught by Piers. The mouse struggled to support the weight, hefting as Snowie fought to shift his weight back to his feet.

"I don't know where you got your information from, but my kings have been kind and loving since I met them." Snowie looks up at Hotaru as the king stands by his side. "His Highness Hotaru has been very kind in giving me baths." The king reaches down as he starts to rub the boy's head. Rajhal quietly takes his place on the other side of the two boys as Snowie looks over to the dragon and speaks. "His Highness Rajhal has done his best to make sure all my needs were met. He even made sure I had someone by my side at all times when I was sick."

The mouse looks down as the leopard noses him. "They even introduced me to Piers here, who has done more than anyone for my care, even though he is only my age." The leopard tuned to the tiger, standing as naked as himself and Piers. "You only hurt me, taking what you wanted to make you feel better. You were wrong. The kings don't want to have their way with me, they only want me to be happy."

The tiger shakes his head. "You are falling for their trap. They are just trying something new with you. They want you to come on to them, instead of just taking things themselves like they always do." The tiger growls loudly as the kings move from the boy's side to his. Grabbing his arms, they force him to his knees as he shouts. "You are making the wrong decision. They just want to use you like they did Saleem."

"That is enough out of you." the snow leopard states as he growls back as he shows his teeth. "I will be happy when the world can never hear one of your hateful mean words." The two hooded figures stand before the boy, blocking his view of the tiger. The one on the left holds out his hands, presenting a dagger to the boy.

"I think you know what to do." the hooded figure says softly. The leopard could barely make it out over the shouting tiger. He could understand the words, but he couldn't hear the voice clear enough to know which figure it came from.

"Am I supposed to kill him?" the leopard asks, his hands shaking as he pulls the dagger from it's sheath. He holds it out and points it at the tiger. "I do this for my kingdom." Snowie states hesitantly to the man held back by his kings.

"You don't know what you are doing child. Just listen to." the tiger begged but it was too late. The leopard brought his arms back before he thrust forward with the blade. Snowie closed his eyes as he heard the scream. Warm liquid ran down his hands as he looked at what he had done. The tiger's orange fur was parted by the blade, but only the hilt was visible. The kings looked down with wide eyes, surprised by the drive of the wounded boy. Looking back down, he noticed what looked like a scar on Jasper's chest. The leopard decided to look closer, at the darkened spot. It looked like a circle within a broken one, similar to his florets. He shook his head, realizing he was just seeing things. Maybe a remnant of the fever he had been suffering from. "Boy." the tiger gasps, as he starts to sputter. "I tried to warn you. I hope you still have time." the leopard draws the blade out and points it at the tiger's throat.

"I said no more mean words from you." he says, drawing the blade across the tiger's throat as jasper leans in.

"Too." the tiger speaks, knowing these would be his last words, "Late." He finishes as he plunges himself onto the blade, falling out of the king's grasp and in front of the boys.

Snowie stands shaking, before falling onto Piers. "Help!" the mouse shrieks as his white fur turns red from the snow leopard's hands. "Your Highness, please help!" He begs, as the kings rush over.

The otter swiftly picks up the leopard as he gives the boy a kiss. "You did good today, but you need to rest now."

The dragon looks to the men behind him. "I hope this clears up any misunderstandings. Our word is final, and our intentions to this kingdom are pure. We will not hear otherwise. For those of you that pushed this display, this child's fate rests in your hands. For those that feel ashamed that one of your men could have caused this, bring a gift tonight to the boy. He will be staying in our chambers until he is fully healed so we can monitor his condition closely."

"Yes Your Highness" the soldiers shout in unison as the dragon rushes to keep up with his husband, watching the blood stained mouse following the feline.

He turns to speak before he closes the door. "Throw the body in the moat, and the head on a pike. I need the people of our kingdom and each of you to remember that even our military are not above our laws."

The doors shut behind the kings as the leopard starts to blink. "My back hurts, does the skunk have to put his butt in my face again?" the snow leopard asks, his nose scrunching up as he remembers the burning from his last treatment. Not replying, the otter only lays the snow leopard down onto his belly on the bed, slowly and carefully cutting the bandages with the knife on his hip.

"Careful boy, don't move." the otter commands, trying to get a view of the stitches. Though there was a lot of blood on the boy, the king was not sure what was his and what was the tiger's. As he opened the bandages to look at the boy's back, he sighed with relief. There was no blood on the inside of the bandages, and his back was dry. It seemed for now the stitches had held, but he didn't want to press his luck any further.

The mouse jumps onto the bed and cuddles next to the leopard. "Piers, Snowie." the otter says, putting his arm around the boys, "You both did a great job for your kingdom. I will talk to the staff and have them both bring you up some soup, made special for each of you." Hotaru hops off the bed and starts animating with his arms. "For the mouse, a nice cheese and vegetable soup, with an asiago crusted bread. And for my special kitty, a lobster bisque."

The snow leopard makes a gagging motion with his finger to the mouse, before wincing. "Do you have anything to help my back feel better?"

"Why yes I do my boy." the otter says as he rushes over to the chest at the foot of the bed.

"Don't you dare!" the dragon says, shoving the otter to the ground. "You are bad enough, but don't you dare get him into it."

"But he's got enough pain, both inside and out. The fever won't hide it for him. We can at least sooth it for a little while, until it gets better." the otter whines.

"Leave, now." the dragon commands, hearing his husband mumble under his breath. "I will go get Jean, you two hold tight here." He storms out the door, as he yells back to the boys "Piers, don't let my husband give Snowie anything. I will ask Jean what can be done for the boy. I don't want that man making things worse."

A creaking nose brings the boy's attention to the tapestry on the other side of the bed. As they look, the otter dusts himself off. "Good thing he doesn't know about the passages, huh?"

The mouse just clings to the feline as he states. "His Highness Rajhal says you can't help him."

"I was not going to give Snowie anything that is bad for him. I just have some tea stored down here. Somewhere down here. I keep it in this chest so Raj wont drink it all. He loves green tea." the otter says, swaying his thick tail as he digs through the belongings.

"I don't think I like tea." the snow leopard says, sitting up with the support of the mouse. "I had it once when I saw this fortune teller, but it tasted like fish food."

"Oh child, I guarantee you that you will love this. It's fabulous. I do wish it tasted like fish though. Maybe that fortune teller could tell me what kind it was." The otter babbles as he tosses items across the room.

The leopard raises his ears as he hears a noise from the hall. He could hear someone running and unsheathing a weapon. The doors swing open as the dragon shouts "Stop. In the name of your kingdom."

"Are we playing guard and thief again?" the otter says as he wiggles he raises his tail to his husband. "I guess I am up for it, but I wish you would let me play guard sometime."

The dragon puts his weapon away as he grabs his husband's robe, dragging him to the ground. "What are you looking for? And how did you get in here anyways?"

The boys look at the tapestry next to the bed that hung slightly off center. The otter shrugs. "Magic?" he replies, hoping his husband was as drunk as he was. Sadly for the otter, his husband was as sober as the children.

The dragon pulls a pouch from his pocket and throws it onto the floor, the small herbs spilling onto the floor. "Is that what you were looking for? You seem to make a tea out of it any time you see death."

"What about when that fox lord came for a visit?" the otter crossed his arms, looking at his husband. "I know it helps the pain."

"That's the point." Rajhal says, snatching the bag up from the otter as he tries to grab it. "We all are hurt on some level or another today. We need to recognize that pain and it's cause, not ignoring it until it might feel better." the dragon starts to walk away as the skunk reaches the top of the stairs. He steps back in, realizing his husband can't be left alone with the boys in his current state. "Do you know who cleaned in here last?" the dragon asks, as he notices the tapestry that was left askew. "I swear, I tell them to carefully dust these, but they always seem to leave this one crooked." His fingers brush against the cause, the hidden doorway that was left ajar.

The skunk walks into the bedroom, and moves directly to the bed. "Child, turn over for me, I need to see your stitches." he states. As the snow leopard complies, he looks carefully at the healing wounds. "These seem to still be healing, but I don't think any damage was done by your display today. You seemed to have a temper that rivals these two." He walks over to the two kings and asks in a quieter tone. "So tell me? What was so damn important that I had to be called away to see the boy has stitches. I should know, I put them there."

The dragon looks at the skunk as he shakes his head. "While the boy had a fever, he didn't complain about the pain too much. I think the body aches evened things out. Now that he is feeling a bit better, he seems to be in agony most of the time."

"He had his back ripped open in multiple places. He also was sewn back up, and his body is healing around the thread. You would be in pain too." the skunk says shrugging his shoulders. "It's just the way it is. The boy is in pain. Better than dead I guess."

The otter asks, hoping to appeal to the skunk. "Isn't there anything we can give him for the pain? We can give it to him ourselves. We will even get whatever it is. You just need to tell us what would help him."

"I really don't know why you would ask that. Do you still have the satchel I gave you the last time you were having issues with anxiety?" Jean asks.

"I don't, but" the otter turns to face his husband as he speaks at the dragon. "He took it. Would it work to ease his pain though?"

"Yes, but you may have to tie him down if he tries to get too active. The blend I gave you will work on the body and the mind, but the mind will still want to do things. His body will feel better, but I assure you, it is just blocking the pain so he can sit and use a bed chamber without screaming in agony." The otter moves over to the container at the end of the bed, pulling out straps with hooks on them. "I don't want to know why you have that in your bedroom, but yes, that would work to tie him down I guess."

The otter hands the strap to his husband, while holding his other hand out. "Come on, you heard the doctor."

"Medic. I treat the ones that need, not the ones that want." Jean says as he moves to the door. As the dragon digs the pouch back out, the otter grabs it from his husband's hand and brings it back to the skunk.

"So, where can I get more?" Hotaru asks quietly. "Do you do refills?" The skunk shakes his head as he starts to exit.

"Send one of your men to the apothecary, I will send word for what you want. They should have some in stock, but after this, the boy will have to go himself. The apothecary seems to have an issue with not meeting the patient."

"I will go myself with a couple of guards today to accompany me. I am running low on my anxiety medication." the otter stops as he puts his hand on the skunk's shoulder. "They have that, right?"

Jean shakes his head as he turns, leaving the otter's arm to drop. "Yes, they have that too. A small dose should help the leopard for now, but he really needs a different blend. That rodent in your bed seems to be shaken up too, so a small amount might do him good."

"Could you ask the apothecary to blend up some of the anxiety stuff for the mouse? I don't want to have share too much." Hotaru asks, putting his hand onto the skunk again, trying to rub his tail this time.

"I will, if you stop flirting with me. I told you that you aren't my type. Something about your smell offends me too much. I just couldn't do that again." the skunk replies before briskly walking away from the king.

The otter turns back to his chambers a smile spreads along his face. "Hey Raj!" the king shouts as he runs into the room and jumps onto the bed. "Can you get that pipe for me?" the otter asks smugly as he moves to the stand next to the bed. He pats his hand onto the mattress and looks at the boys. "Come over here. I talked to the doctor, and what I have here should make you two feel better."

"I really don't think this is a good idea." the dragon says, standing over the three. "Am I going to have to tie all three of you up? I know he said to do that with the snow leopard, but with how you get when you are on this, I don't know if I can leave you."

The boys look back and forth, watching the royal couple argue. "I know your motives, you just want to give them a show." the otter replies, thumping his tail against the bed. "You always liked to show off to the boys." The otter grasps the metal device from his husband's hand and holds it tightly in front of him. Taking a pinch from the bag, he puts the herbal mixture into the end of the pipe. "You boys might like this. It makes me really cuddly."

"And that's why you need to be tied up. With something in your mouth to keep you quiet. I don't need you egging the boys on." the dragon reminds, as he taps the leopard on the back just above his stitches. "We have to be careful, remember?"

"Yeah, remember to tie him face down then." the otter says, snatching the candle from the table. "I am going to light this and get it started." the otter says before bringing the flame to the device. The leopard could hear a sucking sound as the otter pulled the candle away, handing it to the dragon. The end of the device started to glow bright, like the coals from bakery ovens in the evening. "Here spotty, your turn." Hotaru chokes out as he hands the device with still glowing herbs to the feline.

"Suck in like he did. If you have to exhale, pull it away first." The dragon says, realizing at this point his protests fall on deaf ears. "When you have some in your mouth, breath in deep. Make sure to hand it to Piers when you are done."

Piers and Snowie look at each other and back at the device. "Are you sure this will help my pain?" Snowie asks, only receiving a nod from the otter. "Okay your highness, if you say it will help." The young leopard hesitantly puts the pipe to his lips and sucks through the hole. His face scrunches up at the warmth entering his mouth. Pulling away, from the pipe, a small wisp of smoke escapes his mouth as Snowie inhales.

The dragon takes the pipe from the snow leopard and hands it to the reluctant mouse. "I don't know if I want to. I am feeling okay." Piers says as he shakes his head.

The dragon speaks softly as he hold's the warm device in his hand. "Yes, but the doctor suggested you should. You stood there as your friend killed a man today. You held him as the blood stained your fur. That isn't something you should bare at your age, or any age at that. In the end, it's up to you, but this may help you deal with things at this moment." The mouse snatches the pipe as his mind replays the morning's events. Swiftly putting the device into his mouth he takes a deep breath. The herbal mixture inside starts to glow again as the boy freezes. The reaction brings the dragon's hand to the pipe, taking it from the boy's mouth. As it is freed from the mouse's grasp he coughs, choking on the smoke.

"Took a little too much there." Hotaru finally says, having been holding his breath while the two boys took their turns. "Thank you my wonderful husband." the otter says, as his eyes turn to the leopard. "So, how about we cuddle?" he asks as he starts to disrobe.

"No." the dragon says, looking at Hotaru. "You are going to leave him alone." Rajhal states as he moves to the chest at the end of the bed. The sounds of metal hitting the floor resonate through the room as Rajhal tosses items from their container. He stands holding two collars, like the one around Snowie's neck. "I know I have to restrain you." the dragon says, looking at his husband. "I am not in the mood to fight, so please, don't make this hard."

The otter gets on all fours, scratching at the mattress. "I thought you liked it hard. It really does no good if it's soft after all." Hotaru crawls over to his husband at the end of the bed. "Do you want to take me like you did on the field where we first met? We can take this to the lower grounds and have a reenactment of the union of the kingdoms."

"Stop. You know I only make a spectacle like that once a year." the dragon says, attaching the collar around his husband's neck, and locking it like the one around the feline. "I told you I am not in the mood to take you right now."

"What if you bring in Saleem? Call him in and have him give me a few loads." the otter begs as he starts to bring his hand under his tail. "Maybe even that captain of the guard. I bet he has a nice thick knot on him. I just want something to fill me." the otter finds himself on his back as the dragon attaches a leash to his husband, tying and locking the other end around the bed frame.

"If you can find a way to get them in here, go ahead. They won't have the keys though, those are staying with me." The dragon changes his tone as he gets over to the boys. "I am going to have to separate the two of you. I'm sorry, but I know my husband. He will try to get you boys to do one of two things. The first is to become intimate with him, which if you want Piers is fine if you do."

The dragon watches the mouse shake his head, followed by his soft voice apologizing. "I'm sorry your highness, I just don't want to with my king."

The otter starts to laugh, catching himself as he falls off the bed. "What is so funny?" Rajhal asks, glaring at his husband while attaching another lead to the snow leopard and fastening it to the bed opposite of his husband. "He just rejected you hard. Usually you throw someone in the dungeon for the night when they do that."

"He called me my highness. His highness. Highness." the otter says between giggling. He covers his hands with his face before bringing them away, just staring at them. "My fingers are attached to each other."

"Why do I have to be tied up?" the snow leopard asks, tugging at his leash. "I won't do anything bad, I promise." He begs as he starts to pout.

"It's for your own safety. That water rat over there, as I said, might try something else other than one or both of you to have sex with him."

Piers crosses his arms as he shouts, "Who are you calling a rat?"

"First, I said water rat. I am talking about the giggling mess over there in the other corner." he says as he picks up Piers and places him on the pillows on the opposite side of the bed of Snowie. "Second, I was trying to tell you about his second option." the mouse looks up as a collar is fastened around his neck. "He will try to convince you and Snowie to play with each other. I can't have that until the Jean says it's okay for Snowie to play like that."

The mouse just nods, remembering the skunk's orders about sex. "So he would have me drink his pee again?" The otter's grin grows wide as he starts to nod. The king moves his hand from under his tail to his sheath, groping at it as he starts to grow.

"That sounds like a start. If you were to keep sucking on it, you could." The otter started but was soon interrupted by a wad of cloth filling his mouth before it was tied behind his head. The boys could see the dragon use another rag to tie the king's hands behind him.

"That should give you boys some peace for a while. Maybe he can even sober up some while you two talk." The dragon moves to exit, before turning to grab at something on the ground. "Can't leave these here." he states as he jingles the keys in his hands. "I will send someone in with your food in a bit." the dragon adds, closing the doors behind him.

The boys look at each other before glancing at the king tied up at the other end of the large bed. The three males sit naked on the bed, one bound and practically mute, the other two shy about being watched and listened to. Finally Snowie speaks, hoping to learn more about the mouse that helped him over the past week. "Why did you help me?" he asks, wondering what could have brought kindness to his fellow slave.

The mouse looks down, ashamed at his truthful answer. "I was ordered to. At first I was just following orders, but." he stopped afraid to continue.

The snow leopard sighs, "I kinda thought so. The kings seem to like me, but I don't think anyone else here in the castle does. I wish I knew why none of you like me. The kings said they felt guilty, and that's probably the only reason they are being so nice." He says as a tear falls from his cheek.

"I didn't want to help you because they were giving you special treatment. When I saw your wounds though, and heard what happened as I tried stay with you." the mouse fidgets with his collar, as he realizes he is trapped into to talking about this. "I understood why they wanted you to get better. I know you are nice too. You actually talked to me when I gave you your steak and lobster your first day."

The snow leopard looks down, trying to hide his embarrassment. "It's because you were nice and offered me the butter. I also kinda." the snow leopard stops, knowing he can't say how he feels to the boy. "Well."

"Well what?" the mouse says, leaning in as far as the leash would let him. "You also what?"

"I kinda thought." Snowie says, before pausing again. "Never mind." The snow leopard looks away, avoiding eye contact with either male on the bed.

The king tries to shout through his gag, glaring at the feline. Looking down at the floor he speaks, hoping the mouse isn't too offended. "I thought you were cute, okay? Are you happy?"

"I, umm," the mouse hesitates. His white fur seems to turn pink as blushes deeply. The feline thought he was cute. He looks at the snow leopard, trying to catch his eyes again. "You really think I'm cute?"

"I'm not gay or anything." the snow leopard says looking back with shame in his eyes. "I just thought you were nice to look at." Snowie can see the mouse's excitement disappear as his expression went blank. "I like you and all, but I just don't think I could do those things."

"You seemed to like it when I helped you go pee." the mouse defended. "You even put your hand on my head and kept me on you."

"That did feel good." the snow leopard admits, his tone brightening only for a moment. "But I had a fever, and it felt good to pee."

The mouse looks at the feline, seeing the doubt. "What if we ask His Majesty if we can go outside for a day. I want one day with you when you are better, and then you can tell me you aren't gay."

the otter shakes his head, his giggling stopping as a stern look accompanies his mumbling.

"What about if we call it a date? You can have a guard come with us?" the mouse attempts to negotiate.

The otter points to himself while nodding. "Is that okay with you Snowie? What if we go on a date, and the otter comes with us to make sure we don't run away or get in trouble."

"That would be okay, if he came with though." the snow leopard said softly. His tone seemed unsure at the agreement. "Do we really have to call it a date though?" The otter nodded as he formed his hands into a heart, encompassing the two boys on his bed. "But I gotta know more about you before we do this." the otter starts to scratch at his foot, trying to ignore that he may be forced into going on a date with another guy. "How old are you?" he asks, hoping he could find a reason to cancel things.

"I'm twelve years old." Piers says. "How old are you?"

Snowie ponders to himself for a moment before answering. "I think I turn nine next week? Maybe I turned nine already."

"How do you not know how old you are?" the mouse asks, trying to figure out what was wrong with the boy. "Every child loves their birthday, the presents, the party." Piers squeaks with glee. "Especially the cake."

Snowie starts to sob uncontrollably at the mention of cake. This would be his first birthday that his mother didn't make him a cake. "My mom always makes my cakes." he sobs. "She makes the best chocolate cake with butterscotch frosting. She bakes them once a year for my birthday, and they are so delicious. Last year she was so busy that she turned the oven on while the cake was still inside. It was dry, and the frosting was a bit crunchy, but she made it with love. It was the best birthday cake ever." The boy starts to sob deeply as the mouse turns to look at the king. The king just shakes his head at the sobering question he knows the mouse wants to ask.

The leopard looks up mouse as he starts to sniffle. "I wish I could have my mom's cake for my birthday. All I know is it's the on the fourth day of the sixth month. That's what my mom always said." Tears start to flow again as he continues. "My mom said she wanted me to remember the numbers, and then count it out. She said just saying the month was too easy."

The mouse starts counting on his fingers, smiling softly. "You didn't miss your birthday. I heard a guard say it was still the fifth month, so unless we both missed a month somewhere, it means your birthday is a week from now."

The snow leopard looks up at his king. The king nods in confirmation to the boy. He tries to speak as the boys attempt to listen, giggling at the otter's long drawn out monologue that was muffled by his gag. "I wonder if the dragon would have let us loose if he knew that we could still get peace?" Snowie says, as he sticks his tongue out at Hotaru.

"But it got us to talk." the mouse says, taking a glance at the feline. His eyes settled between Snowie's legs at the white furred sheath. The feline's tip peaked from it's holder, as Snowie followed the mouse's stare. "And I think I might want to play with that too much right now."

Snowie notices what has the mouse's attention as he tries to hide it with his hand. "Wait." the leopard says, as he blushes. "Are you gay? Is that why you like me so much?"

The mouse pauses for a moment, not knowing how to answer. "I only have done something with one person." the mouse says. He watches the snow leopard slowly move his fingers against the feline sheath. "That was with you when you had your fever. I may have helped you pee a few times."

The leopard brings his hands back to steady himself from falling back. "I didn't know that happened more than once." he states in shock. The mouse grins at the view of the felines barbed shaft as it starts to slip from it's hiding place. "Why would you do that more than once?"

"The first time I didn't want to, but after the second time I kinda figured out when you had to go. You were sleeping a lot, but I was happy to help you." The mouse giggles as he looks at the otter. "I think he has to go again, do you know if there is a chamber pot around under the bed?"

The otter gestures towards the door. The snow leopard looks at the mouse, a worried expression crossing it. "I kinda do, but you are too far away."

The otter gestures to the stand next to the leopard. Looking at it, he notices a small drawer hidden in the side. Snowie opens it up to find a key small enough to fit the lock on his collar. The feline stretches his arms back and fiddles with the lock, gasping as the collar around his neck loosens. Snowie looks between the mouse and the door, quickly deciding the safer option. He crawls as he holds onto his erect member, trying to hold his impending stream. "Are you sure about this?" he asks the mouse, only receiving a nod.

"Please let me. I don't want you to have to run to find a safe place to go. I can help you right here." the mouse says softly as he bends down and envelops the feline's shaft into his moist mouth.

"I'm sorry." the leopard states as he feels the pressure in his bladder start to release itself. He could hear the boy gulping in his lap as he leaned back. It was still weird to Snowie that he could pee in the bed without getting in trouble. In fact, the otter seemed to be enjoying the interaction he was viewing. He looked down at the mouse just in time to hear the boy moan as he brought his hand underneath him. Piers' arm was shaking as he moaned. "You really like this?" the snow leopard asked, only receiving a light nod as the boy started breathing more rapidly. As Piers' arm slowed down, he felt the felines stream to the same. Knowing there would only be three more spurts left, he dug his free hand into Snowie's leg, letting his face support his weight on the leopard's groin.

As he swallowed the last drops, he rolled to his side with a slurp as feline's hard member fell from his mouth. "Thank you." he says as he nuzzles the snow leopard, the wet stain where he was kneeling becoming obvious to the feline.

"Did you have to pee too?" Snowie asks as he can hear the otter start to giggle.

"No, it wasn't that." Piers replies. His small cock retreats in it's sheath, being spent from the stimulation. "I got a bit excited, that's all."

The otter starts making thrusting motions as Rajhal enters the room again. "What the hell." the dragon shouts as the boys try to cover themselves. "I leave you three in the bed for not even an hour, and this." The dragon looks at the collar still tied to the leash with no male in it. "So I am guessing one of you found our spare keys." Rajhal stares at his husband as he leaps across the bed to remove the gag from his husband. "Why is there either piss or cum on my pillow? I would ask why you are hard, but that is obvious."

Gasping as his gag is released, the otter moves his sore jaw around. "Snowie had to pee, and the servants took the pots from the room. He isn't supposed to move far, and the mouse was behaving anyways." the otter says, struggling at his wrist restraints. "Did you want him to wet the bed?"

"He was on your side, so I don't really care. The wet spot is somehow on my side." the dragon says, looking at the boys. "Please tell me you didn't spill some."

"I kinda got excited and touched myself." the mouse said bashfully. "I'm sorry."

The dragon looks over at the naked mouse laying on his pillows. As he slides off the bed and walks over to the boys, he grins at his husband. "You three are responsible for this, but you two have to clean this up. Piers because you made the mess, and Snowie because you helped him." He brings his hands to the back of their heads and pushes their noses into the spill. "Now clean this up, I want every drop licked clean."

Snowie found his head being pushed into the wet spot that the mouse had made earlier. Meeting Piers' face at the puddle, he was able to get a closer inspection. He could tell it was not pee, it didn't smell like such at least. It had a strong odor, but one he couldn't place. He looked at the puddle closely, at the white fluids that covered the sheet. As he went to ask if it was safe, his open mouth was pressed into the moist area below. Snowie took a deep inhale as his head started to spin. He really couldn't place it, but his tail seemed to be raising over his back, and there was a tingling sensation in his groin. As his tongue darted out to start cleaning the mess, the cool liquid danced on his tongue. It seemed salty, bitter, and sweet all at the same time. Wanting to figure out the strange taste more, he continues to lap at the puddle, working from the outside inwards as the mouse mirrors him from the other edge. The two boys get to the center of the mouse's mess as their tongues meet.

The dragon releases the his hands from their heads as he watches the boys finish cleaning the mess, giving them the freedom to sit back up. To his surprise, the he watches as the mouse pounces onto the leopard, biting his healthy shoulder. Piers stays silent as he grinds his small hard shaft against the leopard's raised tail. The mouse releases the feline's shoulder, only to bite onto his thick long tail, holding it raised against the snow leopard's back. Rajhal hesitated, not knowing if he should stop the mouse or not. Snowie was showing signs of wanting to be mounted, but was it his wants, instinct, or the medication? Rajhal asked himself as he moved over to his still bound husband. The kings watched as the mouse released his grip and slid down, pressing his nose under Snowie's tail. "That load I had was wasted on the bed." Piers says softly, before sticking his tongue between Snowie's soft cheeks. Piers starts to preen the tight feline hole as Snowie arches his back downwards, his chest now hitting the bed. Moving back to catch his breath, Piers squeaks "Just tell me if you want me to stop." The mouse plunges his face back into the crevice, getting as much saliva into the felines rump as he could. The leopard starts to push back onto the rodent's tongue as he starts to purr, moving it back and forth to try to get Piers tongue deeper inside.

Pulling back to take another breath, the mouse grabs onto Snowie's rump, bring their hips together again. "Are you sure you don't want this kind of attention?" the mouse says. Piers brings his hand down to his sheath and guides his tip to the feline's hole, teasing it with his member. "We could give the kings the show they have woken us up to many times so far." Piers gently pushes his hips slightly forward as his tip pushes gently into the feline. Snowie only gives a small moan as he feels his hole start to part, and something warm and hard start to fill him.

"Now isn't that cute?" the otter smiles up at his husband. "The predator is being mounted by his prey."

The dragon responds only with a slap to the back of the otter's head, silencing his husband for the moment. The couple continue to watch as the mouse holds still with only his head inside the leopard. "Are you sure you want this?" the mouse asks, wanting to put his load somewhere deserving this time. "You seemed like before you wouldn't want to."

The snow leopard only nods, as he started to push back on his friend. He found it much easier than when Jasper did this, the saliva and stretching from the mouse's tongue made it much more relaxing. "You had mine in your mouth when I had to pee. If you have to make your mess, you can make it in me." Snowie says, finding himself almost meeting the mouse's hips. He lets out a soft mew as something presses inside him, sending a shiver down his spine to the tip of his tail.

"If you are sure you want it, I can try. I have never done this before, but," Piers looks to the kings as he grins. "I've seen those two do right next to my face one morning." The otter meets him with a smile as the mouse starts to pull out half way, followed by a gentle thrust back in. When the small mouse cock hit the spot again, the snow leopard cried out, this time louder than the last. He felt like there was a fire inside him, and it needed to be satisfied. Letting out a small growl, he started moving back and forth on the mouse's shaft, using it to hit the spot again and again inside him.

"Darling, isn't that what you do before you?" Rajhal asks his experienced husband, guessing what might come next.

"Pull out now Piers." the otter commands as he frightens the boys. The mouse falls backwards as a slurping sound is heard from the mating couple.

"Did we do something wrong?" the snow leopard asked, snapped back to reality by the quick change in the room. "Why didn't you stop us earlier?"

"You were going to finish." the otter said, watching as his husband moved to the boys. "I could tell by the way you were pushing back. There is a spot inside that when something like a finger or a cock pushes against it can make you," he pauses, not knowing how much the boy knew of mating.

"It will make you orgasm." the dragon states bluntly. "Remember the skunk said you can't do that yet because of your stitches." He looks at the snow leopard, throbbing and dripping with precum. "I wish it had dawned on us, I would have stopped things earlier." He brings his hands to rest on the boys' shoulders. "Did you two have fun though? Did you enjoy that?"

"I liked it a lot." Piers stated, nuzzling up to the leopard. "I hope we can try that again sometime, but I want to be able to finish."

"What does he mean by finish?" the leopard asks. confused to what the mouse was talking about.

"He wants to breed you." Rajhal states with a smile on his face. "Piers is of that age that it's all he really wants to do. We all hit that age," he says, turning back to his husband, "But some never leave that phase." The boys start to giggle, looking at the otter's grin.

"If you want though, we can give you some pointers for when you two can do that." the otter says, hoping his husband will agree. "That is, if you would want to do something like that with each other again."

"I definitely want to." the mouse squeaks, looking at his feline friend.

Snowie blushed as he looked down, avoiding the mouse's eyes. "I have only done that twice. Once was just now, and it was kinda fun, but the other time it hurt a lot. It even hurt his morning still. I don't wanna hurt like that again, so I am not sure if I want to risk it." the leopard looks up at the otter, hoping to get some advice. "Wouldn't it make me gay though if I wanted to do it?"

"My god child, you seem to be stuck on that, aren't you?" the otter says, annoyed with Snowie's obsession with being a heterosexual. "Let me ask you, did you like what just happened?"

"It felt kinda good I guess." the leopard replied bashfully.

"And do you like Piers?" the otter prodded. The mouse hung his head as he feared the answer the snow leopard might give.

"Well, I think he is nice." the snow leopard says as he brings his tail to his face, burring his face in embarrassment.

"You said he was cute earlier." the otter says, calls Snowie's bluff. "I am not saying you are gay, but at the same time, I doubt you are one hundred percent straight. Don't close your options off for what might be right for you."

Hotaru's lesson on matters of the heart were cut short by the doors swinging open as the servants stood, holding bowls in each hand. "You requested your meal in here Your Majesty's?" the taller one said, hoping they would not be reprimanded for interrupting the males in bed.

"Great timing" the dragon speaks as he unlocks his husband from his bondage. "These three boys need something in their mouths other than each other. It might even help bring them back for a while."

"Sire, I have no clue what you are referring to, but these bowls are getting heavy. Who ordered the lobster bisque?" he asks, as his arms start to lower under the weight.

"One of those is for me, Snowie there can have the other." Hotaru states, his tail starting to twitch. "If you have the one with cheese, that's for the mouse."

"Please serve them over there." the dragon says, gesturing to the small table near the window. "I do not need any more spills in the bed today."

The leopard and mouse giggle, watching the irritated dragon huff. "Do tell me that the last one is the vegetable dish I asked for."

"Yes sire. You told us that you were cutting meats from your diet after the lord and lady Roux came to visit. Something about how young they looked for their age."

"Don't ever speak of my reasoning again." the dragon snaps, pointing his finger to the door. "Find your way out after the food has been placed." He watches as the two servants place the bowls down and dash from the room. The four sat as they ate by the window, not speaking about the events only moments prior, each having a reason to fear bringing it up again.

Another week had seemed to fly by to the young leopard. Maybe it was the medication he was taking, or that the dragon demanded that he be left alone in the room while he was on it, but the time seemed to flow into itself. He awoke to the normal routine of the otter holding the smoking device above the boys, and the mouse cuddled up naked against his body, clinging tight to keep warm. "Boys, it's time for Snowie to take his medication. He is going to need it a lot this morning."

The three started the ritual of passing the pipe around between them as the dragon stood from the bed with a yawn. "I really wish you would let me leave the room when you do that. I am starting to get sick of the smell." He stumbles to the door, still half asleep, only to be met by Jean waiting for him on the other side.

"Can I get this over with? I told you that I wanted to be done by sunrise." the skunk grumbled, pushing his way past the dragon. He watched the snow leopard snuggle back up to the mouse, the purr coming from the boy echoing through the room. Tossing his bag on the bed, he looks down at Snowie. "Are you ready to have your stitches out?"

"Is that why I needed my medication Your Majesty Hotaru?" the feline asks, his ears laying flat. He looks at the medic as Jean starts to pull out a knife and pliers from his bag. "This isn't going to hurt, is it?" he inquires as he lays flat on his stomach.

"Rodent." he says as he brings the knife to the leopard's back. "Hold his hand again. I don't want him moving."

The leopard winced as he felt the cold blade drag his back. He could feel a slight tug on his scars, but the pain was duller than he expected. The sensations kept moving down each scar as he nuzzled the mouse next to him, wondering why such a fuss was being made.

"Okay, this is not going to feel fun." Jean says as he starts to pull at the cut threads in the boy's back. Snowie held tight to the mouse's hand as his fur started to pull with each grasp.

"I think you are taking more fur than you are stitching." Hotaru stated, looking at the balding back of the feline.

"If you want him moving around and doing work for you, he needs the stitches out. I can have him warming your bed for the next few months if you wish." The medic replies as he continues to pull on the boy's fur.

After what seemed like an eternity, the skunk finally stood back, looking at the pile of fur and thread he had placed on the bed. "I do have good news though. You are healed enough to exert yourself a little more. I don't want you doing any heavy lifting, but I am lifting any other restriction from you."

"Does that mean he can?" the otter starts, giving Jean a wink.

"Yes, he can do that." Jean says, shaking his head in annoyance as he gather's his tools. "He is a class A, right?"

"Yes, Snowie is." Hotaru answers as he plays with the bondage around the feline's tail.

"Then there should be no problems with his duties." The medic says as he starts to walk towards the door. The dragon stops him and whispers something in his ear, freezing him in his tracks.

"So?" the dragon asks aloud, letting his husband know his question had been asked.

"I don't know if he fits your consent laws. He looks growth wise to be around that age, but that is not my field of study. If you want to know if he can, that is up to you to find out." He turns, pushing his way past the dragon and closes the door with a slam behind him.

Rajhal moves to the bed, whispering in his husband's ear. The otter responds only with nods and the occasional shaking of his head. Suddenly the otter moves over to Snowie who still lay with his face buried in a pillow. "Have you ever?" the kings starts, not sure how to approach the subject.

"Ever what?" the leopard asked, somewhat muffled by the pillow.

The otter rolls the boy over onto his side as the mouse catches him and holds him in place. He tries to look at the king, but the otter was only starring at the boy's groin. "You know, played with yourself?" the otter asks as he starts to blush. He had seen the boy naked for weeks now, and even watched the boy raise his tail for the mouse. Still, he wanted to know if the boy was of age to consent before he asked. The king didn't want to break his own laws after all.

"I did once in the tub, but my mom walked in." Snowie replied, looking down at the bed.

"Do you remember when we first took the medication together?" the otter asks, trying to pry more information out of the snow leopard. The boy nodded as the mouse gave the feline's rump a squeeze. "Do you remember how Piers made that mess on the bed?" The king asked, watching the young boys nodding in response.

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" the dragon interrupts, hoping to end the games his husband was playing. "Have you ever had that white stuff come out?"

The leopard shakes his head. "I don't think I can." he says.

"Did you ever try though?" Piers adds in, hoping to help his kings.

"I haven't tried. I don't even know how to." Snowie says, burying his face in his hands. He felt Piers' hands rolling him onto his back before something warm pushed against the hands covering his blushing face. He could hear Piers talking to the kings

"I know you can't try help him because you are too old, but can I try Your Majesty Hotaru?" the mouse asks. The snow leopard uncovers his eyes to try to protest, only to notice the white furred rump gently press against his lips. Snowie gasps as he feels a warm breath pass over his sheath and a tail moving back and forth right in front of his eyes in a hypnotizing rhythm. "Please? Can I find out?"

"Well, I guess you could try. You do owe him for all the teasing you have done to him so far." The otter says, grinning to his husband.

"Snowie." the Rajhal says, looking down at the mouse covered snow leopard. "Piers is going to help you get rid of that pain you have been feeling down there."

"How did you know about that?" Snowie says before his face is smothered by the mouse's cheeks.

"I saw you ready to finish a few time so far. When you build up like that, you need release. It's time to stop teasing you, and give you the release you need. Go ahead Piers." The dragon nods as he moves to sit next to his husband, wrapping his arm around the otter.

The mouse opens his mouth, snaking his tongue into the feline's sheath. It didn't take much to get the leopard hard anymore, the mouse had learned enough tricks while helping Snowie when he had to pee. As he brought his mouth down, creating the seal he had before, he pushed down on his rump, forcing the snow leopard's mouth to lick his tight warm hole. As Snowie tried to move away from the new experience, he only ended up pushing his face deeper towards the mouse.

"Piers, let him breathe." the otter says, noticing the snow leopard struggling. "I don't think likes that as much as you do." The mouse lifts his rump slightly, wrapping his tail around the leopard's neck.

The feline starts to thrust into the mouse's mouth as his tail starts to twitch. Snowie's face scrunches up as he starts to dig into the bed. "I feel all tingly." The mouse pulls his mouth away from the boy's cock, turning to look at the leopard below him.

Piers speaks softly as he turns around to look the leopard in the face. "I am going to give you two choices. Tell me you me to ride you, or you can finish yourself."

"That really isn't fair Piers." The dragon says, crossing his arms. "You should have given him that choice in the beginning."

"But I want to know if he wants me, or just to release." Piers says while glaring at the leopard. "I don't want to fall for him if he is just another breeder."

"I think that is too late." the otter says while shaking his head. "It's been obvious for the past couple of weeks. You just want to see if he feels the same way about you." He moves over to the mouse, gently moving him to lay next to the leopard. "You can't ask someone if they feel like that while mating. You get whatever answer leads to a finish, but the next day it's usually a different answer."

The mouse huffs, sitting up. "Fine. You find out yourself if he can finish. I don't want to even know."

The snow leopard squirms, a pain starting to grow in his tight sack. He rolls over to the mouse, and gently nuzzles his neck. "You said you wanted to go out on a date. I don't want to answer until we do that."

The mouse rolls over to face the boy, looking into his eyes. "What do you want to do on the date?"

"I don't care, as long as I get to spend time with you." the snow leopard says. His next words were only met with the mouse's lips meeting his, preventing him from continuing.

Piers pulls back and puts his finger to the leopard's mouth. "Since you can move around now, I think our kings might set something up something for us."

"Actually." the otter started, looking in the pouch that held the last of the boy's medications. "We are running low on your medications. We should grab some tomorrow morning so you don't run out. I will make arrangements with Alban to come with us. I would ask Jean to come too if that is okay."

The mouse and snow leopard pinch their noses shut in unison while shaking their heads. "I don't think they like his smell." the dragon said as he stood. "I think Alban will suffice. I don't think he has many in the dungeon to take care of right now." Rajhal whispers into the otter's ear, bringing his husband to stand from the bed too.

Hotaru looks down at the boys as he starts to dress. "Piers, I need you to go see Saleem. He will give you your new assignment now that Snowie no longer needs a caretaker all the time." The otter moves over to Snowie, tossing the revealing cloth that the boy wore a few weeks back. "Now that the medic has cleared you and we know you are feeling better, you have some duties to perform. I want you to dine with us before you see Saleem. He can let you know of the openings for service in our castle, and find out what best fits you. If you ever need to know about your debts, he keeps my records for me."

"Who is Saleem?" the feline asks, having heard the name before, but still never having met this person.

"Saleem is a slave like you, but in the highest position one could be. He is my personal aide. He is willing to service me in any way he can, and in turn, made his life a very comfortable one. I will be sad to see him go though." The king sighs as his husband put's his arm around the otter. "I started training him when he was just about your age." the otter said, looking at the snow leopard. "Anyways, after we have eaten, I need you to visit him in our throne room. He is expecting you to train you this morning in your duties, so be quick."

Snowie reluctantly put the clothing back on as he stood from the bed. The leopard found his legs to be on strike though, as they almost fell from his weight. "Come on boy, quit playing around." the dragon said, holding the door open. He started talking with the guard outside the room before grabbing something and tossing it to the mouse. "Get dressed, I don't need one of my men getting ideas about either of you two. We have a kingdom to run, and can't play babysitter anymore."

"Oh Raj." the otter said, bringing his hand to his husband's shoulder. "They looked so cute in our bed, can't we keep them a few more nights?"

"Let me rephrase that. I can't keep babysitting you while you sit in the bedroom all day staring at two naked boys as you try to convince them to mate with each other." The dragon shoves the otter into the hall, looking at the half clothed mouse. "Rodent, get down and get your assignment now. I will tell the servants to bring you your food to your assignment." Rajhal points out the door as he stomps his foot. He watches the mouse scramble out from his chambers, stumbling over his pants as he tries to pull them up while on the move.

"Come on Snowie, you need to move." the otter calls to the feline, still struggling to stand. "You need to eat if you want to work off those debts."

As Snowie entered the throne room, he could see a cheetah only in restraints laying on one of the large elaborate chairs. A chain lay over his body that was attached to the floor next to the throne. He only looked up at the boy that entered as he asked. "So, you are finally healed. Maybe I can get some good sleep where I belong at night. These walls are getting a bit old to me."

"Why does me being better have anything to do with it?" Snowie asks, getting frustrated with how other were treating him. "Don't you have a room for yourself?"

"Before you came around, I was next to His Majesty Hotaru. I accompanied him to every event, and to bed at night. I never left his side until you showed up." Saleem said as he stretched and slid from the chair. "Anyways, I guess we can finally set you up with your duties."

Snowie's eyes were brought to the large bookshelf next to the king's throne. The cheetah looked back at the snow leopard as he asked, glancing over the books in front of him. "Your name? The name that would be on records, not a nickname."

"Snowiesen." he said as his ears laid back. The cheetah nodded as he pulled a new looking book from the shelf. The cheetah sat back into the king's chair, flipping though the book. "What's in there?" the leopard asks curiously as he moves to the older boy.

"This isn't good. I hope you enjoy serving the kings. At this rate, your grandchildren might be paying off your debts."

"It can't be that bad. My mom said she was only a few months behind." Snowie said as his tail lashed against the ground.

"Let me see how much that was." he says, flipping to the beginning of the book. "Yes, her total debt was only around a hundred gold. Even cleaning, you might have been able to pay that off here. I see medical bills in here though. A rape investigation was added to your bill too, that's a new one." He continues flipping through a few pages before pressing his finger to the page. "Your medication isn't cheap, and it looks like it was already paid for. You better keep taking it, that would be such a waste." Moving a few pages further, he drops the book. "Lobster and steak!" he exclaims as he gets up, kicking the book towards the bookshelf. "They never treated me like that, but it seems that they have billed you for everything they have done for you. "I loved the price tag on that trial and execution they had. Five thousand gold for one soldier? I think it was to pay off the others in the unrest it caused."

The leopard looked down at his fingers, trying to add up his debts. "So Five Thousand One hundred? Is that what I owe?"

The cheetah laughs as he stares down the child. "Try somewhere around twenty thousand gold." He watches as the snow leopard storms out of the room chuckling to himself. "You should start working that off now, who knows, maybe you could be the oldest slave in the kingdom." The snow leopard turns, only to see the cheetah curling back up in the King's throne. "Knowing your kings, they are going off to the hot springs this afternoon. You may be able to catch them if you go to their chambers. They usually like to have get out their frustrations before relaxing in the steam. Otherwise, don't bring your anger to me. I don't write these, I just keep track of them."

The snow leopard storms down out of the throne room and up to the king's bedchambers. Pushing his way through the doors he catches the dragon thrusting wildly into his husband. The dragon continues to thrust, now harder seeing the boy in his doorway. "Why are you even here. Saleem should be occupying you right now." Rajhal hit's his husband's head as he pulls out from the otter, his tone raising to a yell. "That cheetah is your boy, go deal with him."

"I came up here on my own because there is an error with my debts. They are just too high and it's not fair." crossing his arms. "You need to lower it."

"Every instance of disobedience is another gold, isn't it?" The otter asks his husband, wiggling his tail at the dragon. "I did forget those fees when Saleem and I were tallying that up. How high did it get though, I did leave before that boy finished since I had to come take care of you."

"Twenty thousand gold." the snow leopard yells as he moves past the door to the king's bed. "Saleem says I could never pay that off. You need to have something fair."

"It is fair boy." the dragon says as he moves towards the snow leopard. "You just happened to be more expensive than others." The leopard starts to draw his fist back at the dragon, ready to swing. "I wouldn't do that. The price is much more than gold if you decide that you no longer want to be here. Do you remember your original agreement?"

"If I don't go, my mom will be killed, and I will be sold into permanent slavery." Snowie states as he lowers his arm and head, looking at his feet. "But I owe so much that I will never be able to leave as it is."

"But think of your mother." The dragon says, nodding to his husband. "You do need to start with your work and schooling. It can help you shrink your debt to us. "There is a position opening up soon that offers eight gold a day."

"That boy isn't ready for that. I don't even think he would want that position." The otter says, looking at his husband.

"You said you aren't ready to leave that position empty, so what do you want to do? If he agrees, and can actually fill the role that is. At that rate, you could be freed when you turn eighteen"

"What is the next highest paying the next highest paying job? Is it 7 gold a day?"

"The next highest pay we give is one gold a day. The position my husband is referring to is a very special one." The otter eyes the boy up and down. "I don't think you could cut it. If you can't, You might be able to see your mother when you are seventy."

"I can't wait that long." Snowie protests, stomping his foot. "What am I supposed to do to get this special job."

"Talk to Saleem and ask him how you can make eight gold a day." The dragon says, putting his hand over his husband's mouth. "He can make sure you start your training for the position."

The snow leopard leaves, hearing moaning coming from behind him as the dragon continues what he was doing before the feline's outburst. He takes off in a sprint as he rushes back to the cheetah, hoping he might be able to get into the special job. As Snowie bursts through the doors the cheetah looks up, laying his ears flat. "And here I thought they were going to execute you for inturrupting them. One can dream, can't they?"

"What is your problem Saleem?" the leopard asks, crossing his arms. "I know you are jealous, but what else is wrong with you?"

"You wouldn't understand." the cheetah says, sitting up in the throne. "What did they tell you about your debt?"

"His Majesty Rajhal says to ask you about some really high paying job." the leopard says, moving towards the cheetah slowly. "They said you could start me on my training."

"They?" the cheetah asks, bracing himself from falling out from the chair. "They must be talking about the one gold a day you can make by being a castle messenger."

"He said that the job was around eight gold though." Snowie watched the cheetah's claws started to tear into the arms of the throne.

"You would never be able to do that job." the cheetah says as he starts to growl. "Someone as childish as you could never replace me."

"Why would you be replaced?" the snow leopard asked. "I thought you were good at your job."

"I am the best, but Rajhal decided my debt is paid when I turn eighteen. I know Hotaru wouldn't make me take a demotion, but his husband says I have been around them for too long, and that I know too much. Rajhal did say though with what I have learned I could be a leiutenent."

"Why don't you do that? You could be free and help the kings." Snowie says, trying to comfort the older boy.

"You don't know what it's like though being replaced by someone younger. I have learned to enjoy my position at the king's side. It is a very comforting life, but one that I don't want to let go. Are you sure you want this though? It could be ripped away from you at any time."

"Yes, I do. It's the only way I can see my mother again." Snowie says standing strong. He walks up to the cheetah, looking at the chained boy in the throne. "Tell me more about the position."

"There are many things involved," the cheetah says as he moves to the leopard's book, still sitting on the floor. "You need to be tested by the academy to even start, so I will see when we can fit you in." The cheetah flips to a folded page, and then moves his finger down. "It looks like you could start the testing in two days, Hotaru has you blocked out for something tomorrow."

"What does he have planned?" the yonger feline asks, lowering his head. "I though I was supposed to go on a date."

"I think that is what he scribbled in. I can't read that man's handwriting, I wish he would just let me scribe everything for him." the cheetah says, annoyed about the king's lack of communication. "I will make sure a tutor from the academy meets with you in two days to start things going. Until then, you can start cleaning this room here, starting with the floors. Polish each stone on the floor."

"What will that show you?" the snow leopard asks, before realising the more important question at hand. "And how am I supposed to polish these?" The cheetah tosses a rag to Snowie, grinning.

As the cheetah mimes the motions he wants the snow leoaprd to perform, he states "What this will test is your posture, and see what is more important to you. Do you value speed or acuracy. I will relate this to the kings."

As Snowie kneels down onto the floor, he finds himself a bit more at ease. The pain that was starting to flare up in his back died down as the scar tissue was relaxed. The snow leopard started to scrub the first stone in the floor, soon feeling a hand on the base of his tail.

"You will want to remember to show yourself to the kings. They will keep you closer to them the more you flirt." he advises as he lift's snowie's tail, the cloth covering the view behind being slid off to the side. "Remind them why they keep you around, and it will help lower your work load."

The snow leoaprd starts to blush as he feels the stare from the older cheetah. Snowie tries to look back at his mentor but freezes as he feels a finger press against his tight hole. "What are you doing?" he asks sharply at the cheetah.

"Listen, if you want this position, you will be touched by many. You will get used to it, and at some point come to crave it. I need to make sure you are up to it though. Keep cleaning as I touch you."

"But I'm not." the snow leopard starts in but is quickly cut off by the older boy.

"Gay? Yeah, you say that, but I don't think that really will matter if you want to ever be free." The cheetah sits behind the boy, staring at the hole in front of him, fighting his temptations to give the boy a glimse of the true position. "If you aren't gay, how come there are records of flirting with our king in the bath. You seemed to enjoy it when he bathed you under your tail. I also have some notes that when you first met our kings you stood at attention." The cheetah moves his hand down between Snowie's legs and grab's the boy's sheath. "Right here. Rajhal says you seemed to really enjoy licking his husband."

"But." the snow leopard tries to complain, but find himself letting out a purr as a rough tounge hit's his hole.

The licking stops only for long enough for Saleem to talk. "Keep working, you need to learn how to deal with these kinds of distractions." The cheetah brings himself back to the snow leopard's cheeks as he continues to preen the boy's hole. Saleem pushed his tounge deeper into the younger boy's hole as gripped Snowie's hips. The snow leopard's chest fell to the ground, leaving him exposed for his mentor.

He pulls away from the boy, looking at the submissive position that the snow leopard now was presenting himself in. "I can't continue until I know you are of age. I want to see how much work you have gotten done though." The snow leopard moves aside, as the cheetah nods. "Good for a first try, but next time lets see more progress. One stone won't get you this position, though we could take another approach. First, you need your room assignment. I want my position back in their chambers, so you need to get out of there." Saleem pulls another book from the wall, and quickly states. "They have someone working on the southern tower. Since it is a double room, you will be given an aide to help with your studies. They will be living with you in the room, and responsible for any tests you pass or fail. Their cheif duties are to keep your area clean while you learn, so your focus can be on excelling."

"I get a servant?" the snow leopard asks, his tail trying to wag, but only ends up hitting the cheetah in the face.

Saleem tries to dodge the snow leopard's unintentional assult as he grabs the records of the boy. "They are not there to be your servant. They are to make sure you keep on your duties. They work for the king, and will assist you with motivation, both in reward and punishment." The cheetah looks through the book before calling in a guard standing just outside the room. He motions him to come to his side as Saleem whispers in the guard's ear. He nods, walking back out of the room as quickly as he entered. "Tonight you will be spending your first night in your room. By the time you awaken, your study assitant will be in the room with you. I will make a note for them to accompany you tomorrow while you are out. It could be benefical to the two of you to get to know each other."

"Who is it?" Snowie asked as he turned, to look at the Saleem shaking his head.

"You will find out in the morning." he says. "The guards are bringing up the furniture you need, and will be supplying you with the books and food to get you through. I want you head up there now, your room should be set up.

"Do you think I will run into Piers?" snowie asks, hoping to see his friend again.

"No, he has been moved to another asignemnt. He is reciving his training as we speak." the cheetah says as he moves back to the throne, laying down. "And be careful. I don't need you getting hurt again. I want my bed back."

"Sorry," the snow leopard says as he stands and moves to the door. "I didn't mean to get hurt." Saleem only replies with a huff as he shakes himself, trying to get comftable.

As snowie walked to the south tower, he passed a few robed men. Each one he passed seemed to stop to look him over before going on his way. When he stood at the stairs to the tower, another hooded figure stood in his way. "You must be Snowie." the man stated in a calming voice. He removed his hood, freeing his long ears. "I am to escort you to your room."

"Who are you?" the snow leopard asks, looking at the rabbit in front of him. "Are you the person that is supposed to help me with my studies?"

"No, no. I'm here to make sure no one disturbs you. I am one of the lieutenants of the guard. I make sure no one comes in or out of the tower that does not need to be." the rabbit answers.

"What should I call you?" the young boy asks. The rabbit only grabs the boy's collar and starts to inspect him.

"I really don't know if they made the right choice here, I don't know why they keep using felines for that job. A rabbit or fox would be a much better fit for what they need." He releases the boy and ushers him into the tower, nudging him as he moves up the stairs. "Do move a bit faster, I need to be back up to my post."

"Why can't I go myself?" the feline asks, looking back at the rabbit. He continues to trudge up the stairs as his pace starts to slow.

"I need to lock the door behind you. As I said, you are not to be distracted from your studies. Get used to your room today, and work with the servants that will be up soon to figure out where you want the furniture. They will be bringing the items up soon."

As the two entered a flat spot in the tower, the rabbit opened a door. The room seemed large enough for himself, but he remembered that someone else was going to be living in the room. "How am I supposed to fit two beds in here?" he asked, looking at the ceilings that sloped to the walls.

"I have never seen more than one fit in here. This used to be where the last king locked his son. After the son died, they just used the room for storage." the rabbit said as he pushed the boy further into the room. "If you can fit two beds in here, that's more power to you, but the desk and book shelf are more important. You might just have to share the space."

"Wait." Snowie says. "What did you say about someone dying?"

"Oh yeah, The previous king's son. He died right where you were standing. Something about they forgot he was up here or something. Anyways, have fun. I will be down at the bottom of the stairs if you need anything." The rabbit says before he closes the door and locks the snow leopard in with a click.

Snowie looks around the room, wondering if it's his new bed chambers, or a prison cell. He can see the small window that looks outside, just at his eye level. Standing on his toes, he tries to make out where he is in the castle. As his eyes caught the ground, he realized he had never been this high in is life. His head started to spin as the leopard grasped at the wall to brace himself, finding himself towering above the castle's inner walls. The town stretched out after the outer walls, going on to the fields that bordered the edge of the town. He strained to see what was past the town border, never having seen past the massive piles of stone before.

The sun strained his eyes while warming his face. The boy soon gave up, knowing he was stuck in this room, with no one nearby to hear him if he was to yell out. Snowie started to pace within the room, settling to counting his steps from one side to the other, trying to measure out what could fit.

"Maybe a bed here? No, I would hit my head. Maybe over here?" He says to himself, recounting his steps. There door started to click again as it started to unlock. Snowie turned to the entrance to see who was entering, only to see the rabbit again. "What if I have to go to the bathroom?"

"I forgot that this room didn't have one of those." he says, as nods towards the stairway. "I will have someone bring up a chamber pot. There are men though here to bring in your furnishings. Hopefully you have figured out the spacing you want."

The rabbit stands aside as a two stallions start hefting pieces of lumber into the room. "Tell the guys down there to bring up the last load, we are going to try to get this done as quick as possible."

The other stallion turns to the boy, looking down at him. "Where do you want the bed."

"I thought there was going to be two beds. Saleem said there was someone else that was going to share my room with me."

"You got one bed, and it's a small one. Two beds aint gonna fit in here." the darker stallion says, pushing the kid out of his way as he enters to the center of the room. "Ya got a desk, a chair, a book shelf, and the bed. No room for two beds."

"Couldn't I study from my bed?" Snowie asks, hoping to have space for himself. "We could put another bed where the desk is supposed to go."

"The king's cat said that ya gotta have a desk. He also said you only get a small bed so you can move around." the tan horse stated. "If ya don't tell us where ya want things, you can just put this together yourself." He huffs as he picks up the longer pieces of lumber, looking at the child. "Bed."

Snowie points to the wall away from the door. "Over there. The sun should wake us up."

"I don't care why, just where." the darker man states. Snowie watches the two men work quickly as they start tying the boards together with rope. Once they have the pieces in place, they work a few nails in, turning to the boy again. "And the desk?"

"In front of the window. The view would be nice, and I could get the light during the day." He says, his tail starting to flicker as he enjoys his ideas.

"Again, we just want to know where." the lighter horse reminds, quickly putting together table as they did the bed. The leopard moved to watch the men but was only pushed back. "You have the bookshelf, we could make it fit over against the wall."

The snow leopard sighed, realizing it might be better than his original idea. He nods as the men drag more lumber in from the stairwell. The rabbit outside yells out, having to duck as the men swing in the wood. "I don't know why they hire you brutes."

"Don't care Darren." the darker horse says with a chuckle. The snow leopard couldn't believe the pace that these men worked. Within only a short time his room went from barren to furnished, though there was still no place to sit. His bed was only a frame, and he had a desk with no chair.

"The bed looks a little hard." Snowie whines, looking at the empty frame.

"You really need to wait kid." the lighter horse says, as the two stallions move to the door. "Gonna grab the rest of the stuff. We ain't able to carry everything."

Sighing, the snow leopard sits on the cold floor. He looks over to the rabbit standing in his doorway, and asks. "So, is your name Darren."

"Yeah, why kid?" the rabbit answers, crossing his arms.

"Well, you never told me your name. I just wanted to know what to call you." the feline replies as he scratches his arm. "Do you know who brings my meals?"

"That's a good question. I hope I don't have to. I am not walking up and down these stairs three times a day. Not going to happen ever." the rabbit replies, as he shakes his head at the thought. "I can understand why the last prince died in here." Darren says, moving aside as the stallions bring in the mattress.

"The down one is the only thing that would fit. Mark that in his records." The dark horse says, tossing the mattress on the frame. The lighter furred horse brings in a chair and sets it down in front of the desk. "Anything else kid?"

"Are you two going to bring me my dinner?" he asks, his stomach starting to growl. "And a chamber pot?"

"That's not their department kid." Darren states, shooing the two strong men from the child's room. "That is up to the kings' servants."

The snow leopard looks at his new room as the door slams shut again. He could hear the lock click and the rabbit mumbling as he went back to the entrance to the tower. The room seemed cold and empty, even with the furniture. Snowie moved over to the bed, laying down on it. He tossed and turned, trying to figure out how two people could fit on this. "Maybe we could take turns sleeping, and the other could sit at the desk." he says to himself before shaking his head. "No, they are supposed to watch me, and they can't if they are sleeping."

The door clicks again, interrupting his thoughts. Snowie looks to notice Saleem walking through the door. His ears perk, hoping he can negotiate something else. "Do I have to sleep where someone died? I promise I will behave."

Saleem only chuckled as he tossed the linens at the snow leopard. "You won't die up here. The kings have invested too much coin into you to let that happen. They need you away from the racket of the castle, it would be a huge distraction to your studies." He walks over to the snow leopard, placing his hand on his head. "I like what you did with the room, I had a similar setup when I was starting my testing. I was hoping though you would find a way to get the two beds in here."

"How did you know I wanted that?" Snowie asked, crossing his arms. "They only gave me one."

"It wasn't hard to figure out." the cheetah says as he smiles. "You seem to have this fear of being known as gay. You might want to get over that fear real quick if you want to survive here. Most of the other boys just take the flirtations as a compliment."

"But I'm not." Snowie replies. He slumps onto the unmade bed, hoping he could blink and the rumors would go away. "Why does everyone think I am?"

"I don't know? Why do you have spots?" Saleem shrugs as he turns to the door. "Might as well make the best of it though. It could get you far around here." As the cheetah steps to the door, he looks at the boy on the bed. "I'm just trying to help you. If it's my orders, or just wanting my successor to do well, I'm not sure. How you deal with it is up to you."

Snowie watches the cheetah leave, this time the door not clicking behind him. He really couldn't go far though, the rabbit was guarding the tower, and there were people all over the halls. Resigning any hope of leaving the room tonight, he settled at making the most of his new chambers. Snowie looked at the bedding the cheetah had given him. He wondered why they were black as he unfolded them, laying them on the bed. Already his fur started to show on the fabric as he started to tuck it under the mattress. He tossed the pillow away from the window before flopping onto his bed. As he stretched, he noticed it was almost as comfortable as the kings' bed, but no where near as large.

As he started to look out the window, his mind started to wander. He pondered about the upcoming examinations, no clue about what his tests would be. He was pretty good with numbers, and he had experience with dealing with people. His mom's bakery really helped him with those, and he didn't find any problems with those. He could read and write fairly well. Being a merchant's son did prepare him for many different things, and her pressures for the boy to learn anything he could may help him pass any test he could be given. He started to drift off as his confidence settled his nerves.

Snowie awoke to the door creaking open slowly. As his eyes adjusted to the amber glow from the sunset, he could see a chamber pot had been placed next to the door, and a bowl and plate were sitting on the floor. "You better eat up, you have a big day tomorrow." the otter's voice said softly.

"Your Majesty?" Snowie asked out, still groggy from his nap. "Are you there?"

The otter slowly stepped into the room as he nodded. The snow leopard shook his head at the king's lack of clothing. "Rajhal said you like to walk around without anything on." Hotaru sits in the child's chair, bracing himself against the table. He looks silently at the boy in the shadows that has his full attention.

"Why do you want to be my aide?" He asks, breaking the silence between the two. "I could find a way to lower your debt enough that you could do something else. We may have been a bit harsh with the charges. I could work something out so you could be free in twenty five years if you really don't want this position."

"I want to see my mom again. I want to tell her I was sorry for not working harder. I want her to be out of debt and know I am okay." the leopard replies, a tear coming to his eye.

"Child, if you really do wish to do this, I can make some things happen. If you agree though, do know that the position of my personal aide is one that you can not choose to leave." The king looks sternly at the boy as he holds his hands together. "You will hold the position and the duties that come with it until you are relieved of service from our castle, or you expire. I am the only one that can relieve you of your responsibilities." Hotaru looks down at the floor, hoping the boy may reconsider. "I will only release you from your service once your debts have been paid, and you have trained a suitable replacement. That is what Saleem is trying to do for you right now."

The snow leopard looks down, mixed with the information given to him. "Is that why Saleem is being so nice to me? Because he wants to be free?" Snowie asks. "What if I didn't want the position?"

The otter looks at the boy on the bed, deciding more truth would be needed. "Saleem would continue to be a slave to me. In deciding on the position, he agreed to the same rules you would be. You on the other hand would be working for me starting tomorrow with jobs around the castle. I would not be able to show you the special treatment I have given you so far, and you would be bound by the same laws as every other slave in here." He looks at the boy he helped nurse back to health, trying not to steer the boy either way.

As the snow leopard continued his focus on the ground, the otter stood, moving over to the bed. The king sat next to the boy that was deep in though. Snowie asked softly, hoping to get his answer. "You said Piers and I are going on a date tomorrow, and you and Alban are coming with us."

"Yes, that is the plan." The otter moved his arm over the boy's shoulder, hoping to get the snow leopard to open up.

"I know you will probably say no, but I want to make a deal." the leopard begs.

"You can ask, and the worst I can say is no." the king says, his hand starting to rub the boy's bare chest.

"My birthday is coming up real soon, right?" Snowie asks as he avoids eye contact with his king.

"If Saleem's records are correct, it would be tomorrow. Why do you ask?" Hotaru asks the boy, trying to find out what he wants.

"Then can we make a deal? If I agree to being your aide, can I get a cake from her tomorrow and on every birthday? We don't have to stay long, I just want her to know I am okay. You all can come with me and make sure nothing happens." Snowie begs, looking at Hotaru with tears in his eyes.

The otter sighs, knowing this may be the only way to keep the boy happy. "Would it make you work harder? Do you think she would work harder to pay off your debts too?"

The snow leopard's tail thumped against the bed. "I will work my hardest ever!" he exclaims, wrapping his arms around the otter. "Please? I promise I will do my best as your aide!" Snowie begs as his tears start wetting the otter's fur.

"You agree to devote yourself to passing the tests to being my aide?" The king asks the child.

"Yes, I swear I will." The leopard replies, hugging his king higher.

"Do you know what will happen if you go against your word on this?" the otter asks the boy. "I need to know you understand what happens if fail in this position."

"I go back to being a servant?" he asks, pulling away from Hotaru.

"No child. Due to the information you will have access to, and the relationship you will have with my husband and I." Hotaru pauses, not wanting the boy to have the pressures on his shoulders.

"What then?" the leopard asks impatiently.

"You will be tried for High Treason. You will receive the same fate as Jasper did at your hands." the king said, hanging his head in shame. "If you succeed though, you have a chance of being a military officer, or even a lord of your own town. The rewards are numerous, but the penalty of failure is severe." The otter brings the child into his arms again, feeling the snow leopard shake.

"What about the cake?" Snowie asks, shuddering in the otter's arms. "Can I get the birthday cake if I say yes?"

"I will bring you a contract to sign in the morning if you wish to take this path. We will need to have your mother sign it too, and we can get your cake then. It will be a small part of our trip though, there is much else we need to do tomorrow." The otter rub's the boy's head before standing up. He moves quietly to the exit, pointing to the dishes on the ground. "Your trials will start sooner than you think. Please do eat, you will need the energy."

"Thank you." Snowie says, as his tail starts snaked across the bed, thinking of being able to see his mother. "I will serve you well."

"I will see you in the morning child. Do not disappoint me." the king says as he closes the door behind him.

Snowie moves to the dishes, picking them up and placing them onto the desk. He could smell the lobster bisque that the king had such a fondness of, and the asiago bread that he had given Piers before.

As he took his first bite, he noticed something about the bisque tasted off. He couldn't figure it out, but it tasted a bit like his hands did after handling coins. Snowie shrugged it off, thinking it must just be his hunger as he made haste on devouring his meal. As he finished his last bite, the snow leopard looked upon the twilight settling in over the kingdom. Candles lit the streets and windows below him. In the distance he could see large fires lit, and matching ones flare up along the large stone walls within the city. A faint glow filled his room as the fires started to grow. He could see the outline of the furniture, but not much more.

The castle seemed to have a eerie silence around it as he tried to find company within the shadows. Snowie couldn't hear the screams of the dungeon, or the breathing of the kings. There was no military running drills or guards yelling outside his room. While the snow leopard enjoyed the lack of commotion around him, it felt like it had become too much silence. The smells seemed to be faint too, with nothing around him to create them. Even the chamber pot was freshly cleaned.

The boy stood from the chair, grabbing his now emptied plates. As he took his first step towards the door in the small room, he found himself falling. The plate and bowl slipped from his hands, hitting against the wall as the snow leopard found his face closing towards the floor. Snowie screamed out as he hit the stone below him, his right arm breaking his fall. He laid on what seemed to be hours on the ground, crying out in pain. The door opened, pushing the dishes with it as the rabbit opened the door.

"Child, why did you throw your dishes." the rabbit said in frustration, the candle in his hands piercing the darkness.

"I fell." Snowie said, sobbing as he clutched his arm.

"Let me look at that boy." Darren said, lifting the boy up and placing his hand on the boy's rump as he ushered the snow leopard to the bed. "Where does it hurt."

The snow leopard brought his left hand to his wrist and moved it up the length of his arm. "My whole arm hurts." he said, the tears starting to flow again.

The rabbit brought the candle closer to the feline, shrugging as he looked at the arm. "Can you move your fingers?" he asked, his patience for the boy already gone. He looked as the boy moved his fingers back and forth, looking for anything obvious with the arm. "You just bruised yourself. What were you doing?"

"I was just trying to put my dishes by the door. I don't know why I fell." the feline says softly, rubbing his sore arm.

"When was the last time you took your medication?" the rabbit asks, hoping he could find a way to quiet the boy and go back to his post.

"I think it was this morning. His Majesty Hotaru was the one that took care of that." Snowie said as he moved back on his bed.

"You should be taking it more often." Darren says, as he looks at the young boy sitting on the bed. "Also, you may want to hang up your uniform when you get in here. It may not seem like much, but that uniform of yours isn't something the kings are likely to replace easily."

The leopard tries to move his hands to his waist in an attempt to untie the cloth around him. His right arm freezes at his midsection, still stiff from the fall. "Can you help me?" he asks the rabbit. Darren motions for him to stand and the leopard complies. The rabbit kneels down, his nose wrinkling at it sits with only the cloth between him and the boy's sensitive bits. Darren makes quick work of untying the bow that held the cloth between the two.

Taking a step back to get away from the boy's scent, he waved the feline back to his bed. "I can understand why Jasper got himself in trouble." He mumbled, laying the cloth over the back of the chair. "I will leave you be, I don't want to share in his fate."

The leopard looks back at the rabbit as he exits the door, the room starting to dim again. "Share Jasper's fate?" Snowie asks, slipping between his sheets.

"There is something about you that is very tempting about you." the rabbit states as he brings the light source out of the room. "I would be careful if I were you."

"Thanks." Snowie said as his room returned to it's barely visible state. The snow leopard looked around the room again, only now seeing the outlines of the furniture again. The room seemed to grow darker as the clouds moved to cover the waning moon, becoming darker than he had ever experienced. Closing his eyes seemed to make it more manageable though. At least now there was a reason for the darkness.

Snowie looked around him, the room feeling familiar to him. There was no light, cold walls, and bondage around his limbs and neck. A familiar voice started to faintly speak in the darkness. The snow leopard tried to catch the words or the source with little success. It sounded like the voice from the person that shared his cell in the prison. "Could that be the person that would be watching over me" he asked himself under his breath, gripping his sheets around him. "They saw me at my worst and I don't want making fun of me for that." Snowie starts to shiver as the lock clicks and the door opens. The snow leopard watches as a hooded figure falls into the room.

"But I don't want to do that. What if he says no?" the hooded figure asks to the men in the door. The leopard's suspicions were confirmed as the figure continued to speak. With his ears being the only reliable source for information, he knew that the person in his room was the same person in the shadows. The waiver in the voice, the fear, it was the same he heard right before Alban brought him from the prison. Snowie laid silent so he could try to figure out who was ordering the figure around.

"You know what you have to do. You asked for this, and now you have to prove yourself." an arrogant voice said. "If that snow leopard wants to take my place, he will have to show that he can fill all my duties, not just the ones that he wants to."

"But Saleem, I don't think he is ready for that." the hooded figure protests.

"Remember when I brought you to that cell?" The other voice asked. Snowie thought he had heard it before, but couldn't place from where. "You begged me to get you out of that kitchen. You pleaded for me to find a way to lower your time."

"I didn't want this Alban. I don't want to end up like Jasper." the figure says as he turns towards the window.

"Jasper was a required expense." the cheetah snapped. "We all knew what we were getting into. His career was dead after he was injured last year. He did what he had to do. His family wouldn't have never been able to get that coin otherwise."

"You set Snowie up?" The figure yelled as he turned back to the door. "How could you?"

"It wasn't us, we were just following orders. Keep your voice down unless you want to wake the child up." Alban says as he growls quietly. "You have your job." Snowie can see an arm reach to place something in the figure's arms.

"This will help." the cheetah orders. "It's slippery, so watch out. It might help you get a better grip on your situation."

"Couldn't he just fake it though?" the figure asks. "How could you even know?"

"Either under your tail, or on the sheets. Otherwise, you are of no use to us." Alban replies.

"If he fails, we have a nice buyer looking for release in one of the outer islands. If you do your job though, Snowie will need someone to help him." Saleem adds. "I will send the messenger tomorrow if I don't see results."

"That's enough Saleem." Alban stated. "Give me your robes. You won't need them tonight." Snowie strains his eyes as the figure disrobes. All he could see was a shadow of the figure, it seeming to be a blur. The door shut, trapping the snow leopard with his previous cell mate into the room together. The click of the lock left a lump in the snow leopard's throat, knowing the figure was trapped into his duties.

"Please don't hurt me." the snow leopard begged as the figure moved to the bed, placing the container Saleem gave him on the floor within arm's reach. Snowie held the sheets closer, trying to cover his body. The figure straddled the boy on the bed, bringing his mouth to the snow leopard's face. The feline shrieked as he could feel the warm breath on his nose. Strong ripe scents fill the snow leopard's nose as his breath quickened in panic. He could feel hands on his face, holding him still and running through his fur. Suddenly as he went to scream again, his mouth was met with another, preventing the sound coming from his mouth.

The figure's tongue moved around the feline's mouth as if it knew every move the snow leopard's tongue was going to make. Forcing the leopard over to his side, the figure spoke to the snow leopard. "I wish I could see you right now, and I wish you could see me. I know you might not be as scared."

The leopard trembled, muttering softly. "I wish Piers was here, he would save me." He felt his hand grabbed by the figure, placing it on the figure's head. The leopard's whimpers softened as he could feel the thin rounded ears. Moving his hands forward, he explored the pointed nose, and even the figure's front teeth that were slightly longer that the others. Snowie brings face in to smell the figure's neck, sniffing as his hands move lower down the figure's back.

"Snowie, it's me." the figure says, holding the feline tightly. "I'm here." he says as he feels Snowie's hands exploring around his tail.

"But you sound so much like the person that was in my cell." the snow leopard says, pulling away. "You can't be Piers."

"Then how do I know you like butter with your lobster? How do I know what your pee tastes like? How do I know that you grind against me when you sleep?" The figure says.

"The guards could have told you." the leopard replies. He turns to face the wall, not wanting to touch the figure in front of him. "You are definitely a mouse, and are about Piers' size, but I still don't know." The mouse put his arms around the snow leopard, trying to comfort him. "And you hug and kiss like Piers, but you can't be."

The mouse put his teeth on the leopard's ear, giving him a nibble as he whimpered. "Because I was also there in your cell. They paid me to watch over you in there. I ran to get the king when Jasper attacked you, leaving before he was even finished. I was so upset, that they let me bring you food for that first meal in the castle."

"And then you volunteered to help make me feel better?" Snowie turned as he sniffled, giving the mouse a tight hug. "I know you would come to help me Piers. They have been so mean since I got my stitches out."

The mouse pulls away, bringing his hand to the leopard's cheek. "I know they have. I want to be nice to you though. There is something I owe you though. I want to give that to you tonight." Piers says.

"What do you want to give me?" the leopard asks as he hold his friend tight.

Piers giggles as he pulls the sheet off the leopard. He leans off the bed as he dips his hand in some liquid. "Roll over Snowie." Piers says, moving to the foot of the bed. As Snowie does as his friend suggests, he feels his foot grabbed in one hand as the mouse straddles the other. The mouse starts to press his thumbs into the pads on the bottom of the feline's foot. "That's a good boy." he squeaks, giving the leopard's foot a rub.

Snowie flexes his toes as he pushes onto the mouse's grip. He freezes as the mouse stops with a tight grip on the feline. A soft warm touch sends a jolt up his spine as he tries to squirm. "That tickles" Snowie yelps as fights against the new sensation.

The warm sensation moves slowly down to his toes, darting between them. Suddenly it stops as Piers asks, "Do you want me to stop licking your feet? I can lick other places if you wish." The mouse releases his grip, letting Snowie's foot trace down his stomach and land at his already stiff cock. He let a out a moan as the feline started to rub his damp foot against his groin before pinning the snow leopard's feet down. His hands worked at the boy's ankles, slowly moving up his calves until they stopped on the young feline's cheeks.

"Are you going to lick me there again? I kinda liked that." Snowie requested. The mouse took the hint and pressed his nose under the feline's tail, his tongue lashing at Snowie's hole. Piers moved his hands underneath the feline's hips, drawing him up on all fours. The mouse gripped the leopard's sheath to find Snowie was as excited as he was.

Pulling back, he looked at the younger boy in front of him. He couldn't take it any more. He had to finish what he started this morning. He flipped the leopard over onto his back and brought his mouth to the feline's barbed shaft. Piers gave the barbs a lick, enjoying the taste he now longed for. He could hear the feline start to purr and knew what he had to do. Bringing his lips around the sensitive head brought a howl from the snow leopard. "Are you okay?" the mouse asks.

"I don't know." Snowie replies, gasping for air. "It felt weird." Snowie stops, as his moans fill the air. The mouse was licking at him again, but this time at his tight sack. It had been hurting for a almost a week now, and he just wanted the pain to leave. "Can you make those feel better? They hurt real bad." Snowie begs, hoping the older boy would know how. The mouse brings his mouth back to the felines shaft, this time engulfing the whole thing into him. The leopard starts to whimper as Piers tongue darts back and forth along his barbs, his lips moving up and down his shaft. "I feel weird, like I did this morning." Snowie whimpers, his body starting to tense up.

The mouse pulls himself free for a moment only to say "Let your body do the work, don't worry," before suckling on the leopard again. He could hear the whimpers start to increase as Snowie moved his hands into Piers' shoulders. The feline started to thrust as the tip of his tail started to twitch, tickling the mouse's feet. The two gripped on with their claws to each other as the snow leopard thrust deep into Pier's mouth and let out a sharp howl in ecstasy.

Piers could feel Snowie's sack draw close, brushing against his chin as the snow leopard started to cum for the first time. The mouse could feel a weight release from his shoulders as the warm salty liquid started to hit the back of his throat in bursts, filling his willing mouth. He whimpered as Snowie continued to twitch below him while the mouse milked the boy's first load from him.

When Snowie finally relaxed, the mouse lifted his mouth from the leopard, being careful to not spill any of his well deserved treat. "Thank you" Snowie said as he brought the mouse in for a hug. Piers had a different plan as he met the leopard's mouth with a kiss, r letting the feline's seed slowly drip into his own mouth. He held Snowie tightly, not letting him break free until he felt the leopard's tongue in playing with his own, lapping at every last drop of his load.

"Thank you Snowie, I wanted that so much." Piers said, holding the leopard next to him. The mouse starts to mutter to himself, cursing under his breath.

"What's wrong?" Snowie asks.

"I forgot." Piers said. "I am going to get into a lot of trouble if you don't do that on the bed. Did you already swallow it?"

Snowie gulps in fear, knowing the salty fluids were long gone. "Yeah, but can't you make more come out? What about yours?"

"It tastes and smells different." The mouse replies, looking at the boy's groin as his flaccid cock slips back into it's sheath. "I gotta have you do that onto the bed, or under my tail."

"What happens if I don't?" Snowie asks

"I will be sent away for not following orders. I won't be able to see you again." Piers answered as he nuzzled the feline.

"But I want you with me." the feline begged. "I just have to do that again on the bed?" The mouse answered by kissing the leopard again. He pulled away so Snowie could speak. "Can you make me do that more?"

"You almost did that when you had to pee once. Remember when I mounted you?" Piers said softly, brushing Snowie's cheek with the back of his hand.

"I do. I thought it was going to hurt, but it didn't feel as bad as when Jasper did that." The snow leopard replies. Snowie feels Piers' hands fall onto his ankles. His legs started to raise as his rump was exposed to the cold air. The mouse's grip shifted as it started pressing down his legs until the feline's feet fell upon to the mouse's back. Snowie gasped as the mouse started to grind his nose into the boy's sheath, his claws gripping the legs in place.

"I don't think you know how good you smell." the mouse says, letting his tongue lick the snow leopard's furry sack. "It's been so hard for me to just lay there while you pushed your tight rump against me when you slept." Piers moved his nose further down, letting Snowie's balls rest upon his snout.

Snowie could hear the mouse sniffing in his scent as Piers lowered his head further to rest just above the feline's thick tail. Snowie gripped the sheets in anticipation as the mouse's breath warmed his tight hole. His grip was needed as he started to moan once the rodent broke the suspense and started to lap once more at Snowie's clenched hole.

Piers stopped for a moment, and let his breath tease the feline as he spoke. "I want to make sure you are good and loose for me this time." He said, pulling away. He brought his hand down to the feline's rump as he continued to prop the boy's legs up. "Let me know if this is too much. It will help if you take deep breaths."

Snowie winced as he felt something hard against his entrance, moving around the clenched muscle. He gasped as it started to enter inside him and moved to touch his inner walls. The snow leopard started to squirm at the feeling of his hole being held open by Piers' finger while it started to slide deeper into him.

The mouse leaned in to kiss the feline's leg. "You feeling okay?" he asked as he started pulling his finger free.

"Yes, but why did you stop?" Snowie asked as he felt his hole tighten. He gasped as he felt the mouse bring two finger tips to him, dancing around his ring. They slowly pushed into him, moving slightly apart from each other to stretch the inexperienced snow leopard.

"I want to make sure you can take this." Piers says as he brings his finger tips up to press against Snowie's prostate. A gasp hits the air as the snow leopard lurches upwards. As the snow leopard falls back to the bed the mouse wiggles his fingers while he asks, "Do you want to feel that again?"

Snowie could feel his sheath starting to swell again as he panted. "That felt really good. Can you do that more?"

"I could if I mated with you, but only if you wanted me to." the mouse says shyly as he pulled his fingers out. Piers moved over to the edge of the bed and dipped his hand into the slippery substance again. Bringing his lubricated hand to the snow leopard's hole, he started apply more of the oil to the feline's hole.

"If you can make me feel like that again, I want you to breed me." Snowie replies as he bites his lip. He never thought he would ask another boy to breed him, but the words had already escaped. He could hear a tk noise as the mouse started working the oil onto his own shaft, making sure it was as slippery as the feline's hole. Snowie's leg started to move upwards again as the rodent moved closer, raising the feline's rump into the air slightly.

Piers pressed himself against Snowie's hole as he bent down, bringing his lips to the snow leopard's again. Snowie put his arms around the mouse, bringing him closer into the kiss. As the feline pressed his tongue into Pier's mouth, he could feel the mouse slowly enter into him. Snowie moaned softly into his partner's mouth at the filling sensation as the mouse inched deeper and deeper into the younger boy.

"Are you sure you want this?" Piers said as he pulled away from the kiss.

The snow leopard nodded in the dark, wanting to feel the pressure inside again. "I want it so bad." he begs.

"You are tight, so I don't think I can go for too long." The mouse said as he pushed further in. Hearing the snow leopard cry out in ecstasy let him know he hit that spot again. "Right there?" the mouse asks as he wiggles his hips. The snow leopard yelped as the mouse moved back and forth against his prostate, his barbed cock pressing tightly against his body.

"Yes" the feline panted as he gripped the sheets. The mouse started to move slowly in and out of Snowie, breathing slowly as he pushed deeper and deeper into the snow leopard's bowels with each thrust. The Piers knew he wouldn't last long like this as his hips hit the snow leopard's rump, finding himself as deep as he could be. The snow leopard started purring as he felt the warm rod inside him.

"I am going to finish before you even get close. I don't think this position is going to work." The mouse says as he starts to pull out from the feline. "Can we try something else?"

"What do you want me to do?" the snow leopard asks, whimpering as the mouse pulls himself free from the snow leopard's tight grasp.

"I want you to get onto your hands and knees." The snow leopard turns himself over tossing the mouse next to him onto the small bed. He tries to position himself up finding his tail raising slightly.

"Like this?" Snowie asks as he raises his tail. He jumps as the mouse tries to find the snow leopard in the dark and grab's the feline's tight sack. Snowie whimpers as the mouse squeezes while he brings himself back to his knees.

The mouse centers himself and pushes back into the warm leopard's hole, quickly sending the feline's tail quivering. Piers rests his hands onto Snowies hips as he starts to thrust back and forth, finding he has more control of his pace. "How does that feel?" Piers asks as he keeps a slow and rhythmic pace in and out of Snowie's hole.

"It feels even better than when you put me in your mouth." Snowie squeaks between gasps. The mouse brings his lubed hand down to the leopard's shaft, griping it softly. Moving his hand in time with his thrusts, he soon feels the boy under him start to shiver.

"Almost there already?" the mouse asks, hoping he won't have to hold out much longer.

"Uh-Huh" Snowie replies as he starts to push back in time, trying to get the mouse even deeper inside him. Snowie could feel the mouse bend over his back, Pier's mouth warming the back of the feline's neck.

Pier's movements thrusts start to become erratic as he bites down on the leopard's neck. The feline's hole relaxes as the mouse pushes into the boy and can feel the cock in his hand start to twitch. "I'm gonna come" the mouse warns as he starts thrust hard.

"Please" the snow leopard begs, his tail tip and toes starting to tingle. As the sensation starts to build he can feel his hole stretching slightly as a jet of warm fluid fills his insides. The feeling of the mouse finishing inside him sends him over the edge as he starts to spray his own seed onto the sheets below him. "This feels so" Snowie starts, but only finishes with a scream as the mouse starts to thrust again, sliding easier around in the seed filled feline.

Snowie starts to whimper as the mouse continues to milk the cock in his hand. As Piers' hand starts to matte with the young feline's seed, the snow leopard's whimpers turn to whines. "It hurts, please stop." The mouse freezes, feeling the feline's tightening even harder around his shaft.

"Need me to pull out Snowie?" he asks as he starts to retreat from the snow leopard.

"It's not my hole that hurts. I'm just too sensitive." Snowie whines.

"Sorry." Piers says as he pulls his hand away from the feline's softening cock. "I didn't mean to hurt you." he says as he frees the leopard from his grip.

"Thank you." Snowie says softly. The snow leopard suddenly feels empty inside as the mouse pulls out, finding himself too soft to stay pressed deep into the leopard. Snowie clenched his hole as he tried to keep the mouse's juice inside, but it continued to leak out down his small sack. "I can't hold it in." he whimpers as he feel's Piers' seed continue to leak from him.

"You will with time." the mouse replies, rubbing the feline's back.

"Do you want to snuggle?" Snowie asked his friend, feeling exhausted even though he had napped for most of the day.

"I want to hold you through the night." Piers answers, pulling the boy onto his side while collapsing next to him.

"Do you think the mess I made on the bed will work?" he asks as he pushes his rump towards the flaccid mouse. Piers feels the bed with his dry hand and sighs. It wasn't that damp, only maybe a couple of drops. The puddle behind it was much larger, where the leopard started to leak.

Snowie grabbed the mouse's hand and moved it up to his mouth, giving a slight lick at the rodent's hand. "I think I got more on your hand then I did on the sheets." Snowie could feel the mouse brush up against him, his hands starting to wander lower.

Piers starts to lick at the feline's neck, hoping his friend still had one more in him. "I don't think that is enough to show. We are not having any luck here getting it onto the sheets. Do you want to try the other option?" The mouse asks softly.

"You mean I have to do that to you? Won't my barbs hurt?" Snowie asks as he feels the mouse squeeze his sheath and balls with his cum covered hand.

"I don't think so. I've never been with a feline, so I don't know if they will hurt. They tickled in my mouth though." the mouse replied.

"Do I have to hold you up though? I'm pretty tired." Snowie says, fighting a yawn.

"Just lay down on your back." Piers replies, feeling the recharged boy start to grow again in his hand. "You seem to bounce back pretty quick."

"You aren't supposed to stay hard? Hotaru would stay hard after he finished. Rajhal would have to make him spray a few times before he would stop." Peirs replied as he lubricated his hand again.

"Maybe it's all that fish you two eat, I dunno. I haven't seen anyone else though with the stamina you two have." Piers replied as the snow leopard fell to his back. The mouse started to push his oiled fingers into his own tail, straining as he forced them inside. Impatiently withdrawing, he moved his hand down to the leopard's shaft, greasing it until his hand slid over the boy with ease.

"I thought you were going to put me in you." The feline says as he starts to buck his hips. Piers swings his leg over the snow leopard, letting his tail rest on the feline's.

"Shhh." the mouse said as he lowered himself, feeling the barbed cock opening him quickly as he pushed down the whole thing in with one slow motion. He could hear the leopard start to whimper below him, begging for the sensation. He brought his seed covered hand to the feline's mouth and covered his nose, forcing Snowie inhale his own scent. Snowie started to lick at the fingers before the mouse pulled his hand away. "Just smell." he commanded as he adjusted his hips to push the feline deeper inside. "Don't lick all your scent off. I want you to smell you to fill me with."

The snow leopard started to purr as his tired body seemed to fade, leaving only the sensation of the mouse around his shaft. He started to sniff the hand in front of him as he let the musky salty smell invade his thoughts. His head started to swim in instinctual lust as he gripped the mouse's hips with his claws.

"Careful Snowie." Piers begged as he winced at the piercing claws in his sides. The feline was pushing him up and down on the barbed shaft. Snowie let out a deep growl as he started thrusting deeper into the mouse, the need for him to breed taking over. The mouse needed his seed not because it was the mouse's orders, but because Snowie needed to mark the inside of the boy's hole.

Snowie continued to growl as the boy on top of him whimpered at the sudden change in his friend. Piers had become prey to the feline, and if he didn't snap his friend out of it, he feared his safety might be in jeopardy. "Snowie, your scaring me." he squeaked, as the barbs started to twitch in his insides, softly raking against his tight ring. The snow leopard jolted up, biting the mouse on the shoulder as he snarled, the growls growing louder. The mouse squealed at the bite, feeling the snow leoaprd push deep inside him.

The snow leopard's head started to go numb. As he started to feel his body twitch, he noticed the rest of his body starting to tingle as if it was asleep. Though he couldn't feel his body, he could tell the whole thing was jerking about as he heard the mouse start moaning in relief. Panting, Snowie fell back onto the bed as he continued to fill the mouse with his third load of the night.

Piers looked down at the spent boy below him, hearing the growls turn to purrs. The mouse brought his hand to his shoulder to check if the feline drew blood with his bite. It felt wet from his mouth, but it seemed to be okay. "What got into you?" the mouse asked. "You scared me there." he said as he pulled off the limp feline.

"I'm sorry." Snowie replied barely able to move. "I just got into it."

"It's okay, I just wasn't expecting that." Piers replied. "I know for next time. Just don't eat me, promise? You felines have a history with rodents."

"I'm sorry if I scared you." the snow leopard says as he curls up and starts to cry. "I hope you will forgive me." The mouse curls up behind the leopard, resting his rehardend cock between the leopard's still dripping cheeks.

"I forgive you, I don't think I could ever be mad at you." he says as he hears the snow leopard start to emit a different sound. He couldn't figure out if Snowie was purring or snoring, but was too spent to figure out which one it was. As Piers drifted off next to the snow leopard, he could hear the snow leopard mumbling. "Otter my mouse." the feline mumbles while pushing against his friend. "Happy birthday." The mouse whispers. Piers could only smile as he fell asleep with his friend again in his arms.

The door slowly creaked opened, waking the boys snuggled in the bed. "Are you boys ready for your date?" the otter asked as he entered their room. The smell of semen filled the room worse than his own. "I better get you two washed up before we go. I can smell your fun times last night from here."

The mouse looked up at his king and nodded, hoping he wouldn't get into trouble.

"I need to ask before this day turns sour for all of us." The king walks over to the bed, pulling the sheets from the two boys. The fabric rips at their fur, attached from the dried sticky fluids the boys had produced only a few hours ago. Both boys were covered in matted fur, and the black sheets with white stains. "Is this all from you Piers? Or did snowie make a mess too?"

The mouse nuzzled the feline in his arms. "He came three times. I can't get in trouble for him being too young."

"Do you have any proof he can." Hotaru asks as the snow leopard whimpers, his body still worn from the night before.

"Under his tail." the snow leopard moans, trying to bury his face in the pillow.

"And on the sheets, and my mouth too." the mouse adds with a smile. He goes to continue, but is stopped by snow leopard's tail hitting him in the face repeatedly.

"Are you prepared to prove he came in you?" the otter asks Piers. "Present yourself if you are telling the truth." The mouse turns to face the bed, letting go of his bedmate as he raises his tail. The otter parts the boy's cheeks and bends over to take a sniff. He pulls away as he looks at the snow leopard. "Did he pressure you into this, or was this your idea?"

"It was my idea." the snow leopard says as he covers his ears with his paws. "Can I sleep in today please?"

"On your birthday? You have too much to do today." The otter says as he jumps up to his feet. "Alban will be up here in just a moment with your clothes. I need to get something on myself. I don't think Raj would be too happy with me leaving the grounds naked."

"Maybe he will let us go alone if he has to wear clothes." the mouse giggles as he shakes the feline. He wondered why the feline was withdrawn, putting his arms back around him.

The king noticed the changes in Snowie too. He moves to the snow leopard's side and puts his hand on the boy to see if the fever has returned. With no signs of physical illness, he sits next to his slave and asks softly. "What's wrong child?" while brushing the fur back on his head.

"I don't wanna be gay." he says as he pulls himself into a ball, trying not to touch the males on either side of him.

"Why not, what's wrong with being gay? Didn't you like last night?" Piers asks, a worried look falling across his face. "I thought you wanted what we did."

"I did, and it was really fun. I just know that my mom always wanted me to have cubs someday." The snow leopard said, a tear falling down his face. "She said she wanted grandchildren."

"Child, there are other ways to pass on a legacy than bringing children into this world. And I doubt your mother would be angry with you. How about we tell her together, just the three of us today when we get your cake?"

"Okay, I wanna make sure it's okay with her." He says as he puts his hand on the mouse. Piers gives the feline a kiss in return, watching the leopard shake his head.

"I can't even kiss you now?" The mouse asks as Snowie turns away.

"I liked last night, but I don't wanna be that way." The feline says, circling his finger on the sheet, looking at the stains from the night before.

"Whether or not you want to be attracted to men does not change if you actually are." the otter says, moving his hand down the feline's side. "You know your king will accept you even if your mother does not. I think you have a friend here that would love you no matter how you felt." The otter's words brought a blush to Piers' cheeks.

The king looks at the desk where a scroll had been placed quietly the night before while the boy's slept. "Snowie, Do you still want to go through with your training? If you choose not to, you won't have to worry about telling your mother. Then again, you won't see her for a long time." He asks the feline, hoping his worries about his sexuality won't interfere with his decision to serve. "I can hand you a broom if you don't want to be of service, but if you wish, we can have this signed today."

"Yes Your Majesty." the snow leopard says, moving to the king. "You needed me to sign something?" he asks, looking as the king unfurls the scroll.

"Yes, just down here." the king confirms, a pin and a feather fell as the scroll finished unwinding, having been hidden within. "To show that you truely want this and understand that it is binding, you need to sign in your blood." the otter picks up the pin from the floor and hands it to the feline in front of him. "Your choice Child."

Snowie brings the pin to his finger, peircing through into the flesh. He yelps at the stinging pain, biting his lip as he withraws the pin. "Where?" he asks as the otter hands him the feather.

"On this line." The king instructs. "You are almost done." The leopard carefully dips the point of the feather into the crimsion fluid pooling on his fur before bringing the pen to the paper. The feline scribbles his name, trying to make it as legible as possible.

Handing the bloodied feather back to the king, the feline asks, "Can we go see my mom now?"

The otter stands as the cougar walks through the door, ignoring the feline's pleas for the moment. "You have their clothes for today?"

"Yes Your Majesty, I do." The cougar throws a set of loose fitting pants to the snow leopard. "The military has advised the king not to let his slaves out in less than this. Especially after your incident with Jasper, we don't need a repeat. We don't need the kings wiping out the capital city because everyone was staring at your behind."

"Oh come on, we wouldn't go that far." the otter says as he nods to the snow leopard. "Okay, maybe. In my defense, you do have a very cute butt. Don't you think so Piers?"

"Why are you asking me?" the mouse squeaked.

The otter forced Snowie's tail up, displaying the dried seed that trailed from the boy's tight hole. "Ya forgot to lick things clean last night, and I know that goes for both of you. Too bad, because you will not have time to bathe before we leave."

"That isn't fair." Snowie protests as he tucks his tail between his legs. "I can't face my mom like this. She will smell Piers on me."

"Or will smell Snowie on me!" the mouse join in.

The otter smiles as he stands from the bed. "Next time finish what you started and clean each other good after. This will be a lesson well taught for the both of you." He quickly makes an exit, leaving the cougar in the room with the two boys. He tosses the other pair of pants at piers before dashing after the king, closing the door behind him.

As the snow leopard brings the legs over his feet he starts to struggle with his large feet. It had been almost a month since he had to fight with pants, and he really was not missing the battle. "I don't really want to tell my mom." he said softly to Piers. "I don't want her to reject me."

The mouse slipped his pants on with ease before putting his arm around the frustrated feline. "I will be there for you if that means anything. I want you to be happy for who you are, not trying to hide to please everyone else." The mouse stops the snow leopard by grabbing his hand and looks the feline in the eyes. "Were you trying to make someone happy last night, or were you being who you wanted to be?"

The snow leopard looks down at his hand, afraid to speak the truth. "I did like what we did, but I don't want to really tell anyone yet."

"I understand." the mouse says, rubbing the spotted hand in his. "If you don't tell your mom today though, Hotaru said you won't see her for another year. Do you want to hide that from her for that long?"

"No, it's not that." Snowie sighs.

"Are you ashamed of me?" the mouse asks as he pulls his hands away from the feline.

"No!" the snow leopard huffs, wishing the mouse could just understand him. "I just don't want to be picked on for being gay."

The mouse chuckles as he turns back to the snow leopard. "You think anyone would publicly make fun of you for being gay? They must not be in the castle for sure. The kings would have their heads!"

"That is true." Snowie replies as his feet finally force their way through the pants, tearing slightly as they stretched beyond the fabric's limit.

"Are you boy's ready?" a familiar voice said as the cheetah entered the room. He sniffed the air and smiled. "It seems you two were busy last night."

"Does everyone have to comment on that?" Snowie asks as his ears lay back in embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm just happy that such a cute couple can be that happy with each other." the older feline states. "Seriously though, you should wash up a bit after you do that next time. " The mouse and cheetah were taken back as the snow leopard stood and tried to walk across the floor, his legs wobbling a bit as he moved. Saleem smiled before stepping just outside of the room. "Are you boys coming? The king wants to get the day moving."

Snowie looks at the mouse, letting out a playful growl. "Thanks. Everyone knows now, and my butt hurts."

"It was worth it." the mouse smiles back as he moves to his friend, and holding his hand as they move through the castle together to meet the waiting king.

The trio of boys moved through the halls from the tower to the castle entrance. As they passed the dining hall they stopped, hearing furniture fall against the floor. The doors swung open as the dragon yelled into the hall. "You said you were going out, not sleeping with everything in this castle." he yells as he searches for his husband. "Can't you leave the boys alone?"

"What are you talking about?" the snow leopard asks the king, his face twisted in confusion.

"I can smell my husband. I can smell his seed, and." he pauses, looking at the boys as he sticks his tongue out to taste the air. "Yeah, it's coming from you. Bend over."

The cheetah turns the boys around and pulls their pants down slightly, uncovering the matted fur on their behinds. Saleem looks at the king, hoping he will be easy on the two. Rajhal bends down, giving each of the boy's holes a small lick, shaking his head after each. "Satisfied?" The cheetah asks as the boys try to pull their pants back up.

"No. I still smell him, and these boys only taste of each other." The dragon pats the snow leopard on the head. "Glad to see you finally changed your mind." he says before grabbing the cheetah and pinning the feline's chest to the wall. Rajhal brings his hand around the cloth that barely hides the cheetah's rump, digging a finger into the feline's hole. Quickly pulling it out he gives his digit a lick. "Okay. I need you to give that otter a message for me."

"What do you want to tell him?" the cheetah asks as he crosses his arms as he pushes away from the wall slightly. "He's at the entrance of the castle, so you can go tell him yourself."

The dragon growled, shoving the cheetah's face against the wall. "I don't care where he is, I gave you a direct order." The younger boys watched as the dragon clicked his belt open, letting his pants drop to the floor. As he stepped closer to the cheetah, he grabbed the back of Saleem's neck, bringing the now limp boy off the floor. "You will do as your king says, and deliver this message."

"Fuck off." the cheetah mumbles, the pressure on his neck preventing him from struggling further. The boys stand back as the dragon brings his thickened cock to the cheetah's hole, pushing in with ease into Saleem's already lubed passage. "Hotaru did enough, you had your chance this morning to join in."

"That isn't why I am angry with you boy." He growls as he starts to thrust, banging the feline into the wall with each motion. "I need you two to learn to clean up afterwards. I am sick of smelling his flings anywhere I go in this castle."

"What am I supposed to do about it?" Saleem grunts, feeling the dragon start to push his swelling knot into the well used hole. The cheetah gasps as the knot ties with him, rarely being streched that wide.

"You are going to show him what it's like for me. You will accompany the boys today on their trip into town. I want you to make sure my husband can smell my load dripping from your hole. If he asks what happened." The dragon stops to grunt as he grips the boy around his cock, letting his seed fill the cheetah's bowels and mix with his husband's earlier load. "You are going to tell him he needs to lick your hole more. Then you will ask him if he wants to fix the problem."

"I am not going to embarrass Hotaru." the cheetah protests, clenching in anger around the dragon's knot.

"And I don't care." Rajhal states back, tugging his knot at the cheetah's abused hole. "Wherever you are when he brings this up, you are to tell him why I did this." The cheetah winces as the dragon frees the swollen knot from his hole,

"Yes Your Majesty." Saleem says the dragon lowers him to the ground slowly, his face lightly scraping against the cold stone wall. He looks over to the two younger boys and shakes his head. "You two are to be silent about this. If he asks you what happened, just tell him we got separated for a while."

The mouse only clung to Snowie, as the boys held each other. "Yes Sir." they said in unison, watching the cheetah brush his fur off and walk away from the king, flipping his middle finger at the dragon as he stomped away.

As the trio came to the staircase, they saw Alban and Hotaru standing at the entrance. They were arguing about something, only becoming more clear as the boys came down the stairs.

"I really don't see why we have to wear these." The king said, moving his hands down the rags that covered him. "You know I hate clothes to begin with."

"And if you had to wear something out and about, you would choose those lavnder robes you always choose. Or maybe the pale blue one when that's dirty." The cougar states, throwing his hands up. "You would be spotted in an instant. In your robes, dare I say, you look more flamboyant than Saleem. At least in these, your dick won't flop out every time the wind blows."

"That's why I like my robes." The king whines, moving to the stairs. "I am going to go get changed, and then we can go." The king finds himself stopped, falling onto the floor. Looking up, he can feel the cougar's foot on his chest. "I don't think it would be wise. There are those that are upset about you taking their children. You would need at least twenty men around you. We don't have that to spare at the moment, just for you to go on a pleasure trip right now."

"Fine." The king huffs walking to the door. "Saleem, why are you still here? I thought you said you were going to clean yourself while I was gone."

"That slimy husband of yours wants me to go with you. He has things he needs me to pick up for you." The cheetah lies, looking at the boys. "Raj said you two might need the help looking after Snowie."

"We can handle them, can't we?" Alban says, turning to the king. The king shakes his head as he pulls the pipe from his pocket. The cougar turns back to the cheetah. "Nope, he took his meds. Can you babysit all three? I already took my shift two weeks ago."

"Fine" the cheetah says as he starts to push at the king. "Get moving." he demands, "and for this, you are giving me a full bath tonight. Every spot on my body." The otter grins as he gives the cheetah's arm a lick."

As they group enters the yard, Saleem turns to Snowie and Piers. "There won't be fanfare, or royal treatment. You are not to call us by our titles. Call us by name, and His Majesty is Sir when we are out." Saleem turns and pounces onto his king, knocking him to the ground. "And you better not start having your way with us on this outing. Last time, we had to pay bribes to keep you from getting locked up for having sex in the town fountain."

"Yeah, I made it come out of your paycheck. Your outfit was just too cute!" the otter exclaims.

"Yeah, same outfit I still wear." The cheetah says, smacking the king in the side of his head. "Why can't I wear something else like Snowie?"

"Because I want easy access on you. I promise I won't bend you over the fountain this time. We can find some nice restaurant to have fun in." The king says, grinning at Saleem. "I will buy you dinner afterwards."

"Your Majesty, is everything okay?" a hooded figure asks, interrupting their bickering.

"Yes, I was just having fun." the king says, turning to the cheetah. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes, I got a bit carried away." Saleem says, looking at the robed figure. "I'm sorry Darren, I didn't want to alarm you." The figure stands still in shock. "Your feet. They give it away."

The rabbit tries to brush the king off, hoping that he could clean the rags he was for some reason wearing. Alban slowly moves between them, looking at the Lieutent. "He is supposed to be dirty. Let us be, so we can leave." The cougar starts to usher the four other males with him to the castle enterance. Looking back, he gave a signal to the tower. The doors started to open, for once with no trumpets paving their way.

"We need to be brief. Saleem, since you usually know my schedule, what do we have to do today?" The king asks as he looks at the cheetah.

"Sir, You need to visit the apocrathary to pick up your medications, and you did promise snowie a cake from his mother's bakery. We need to be careful, there are some traveling entertainers in the city today. They are in the merchant's quarter, which might be best. We don't need Pier's sticky hands taking more fruit."

"Really?" the mouse whines, as he stomps his foot. "Why won't you let it go Saleem."

Ignoring the boy's complaints, the cheetah continues, "If the boys do wish, we could stop near the edge though. I do think it would be right to get Snowie a gift on his birthday. Of course, any fees would be added to their debts." The cheetah looks back at the boys, showing his teeth as he grinned. "What would you like to do first Sir?"

"I ran out of medication this morning, so let us bother the Apocrathary first. It will make this trip much easier for me. Snowie will definitly need some after he tells his mother about what happened last night."

The cheetah rubs his hands together as he nods his head. "That sounds very good to me Sir. They are just down this path. The one Jean was working is only a few blocks from Snowie's Mother's bakery."

The king starts to move, the other males following him through the town. The streets seemed much emptier than usual, an almost erie vancancy with no one to bother or question the men.

"Seriously, is it much farther Saleem? My feet are getting sore, and I would rather take the edge off." The king whines. "If I am still sore when I get back, I am not giving you that bath you want."

"It's the next building idiot." the cheetah says, crossing his arms. Saleem can feel sharp claws digging into his shoulder.

"You need to stop disrespecting your king Saleem." The cougar says, looking down at the sassy boy. "I don't care what rank you are in that castle, you are to honor your king." The cheetah brushes the cougar's hand away

He leans in as he starts to whisper to the Captain. Alban nods to the cheetah and steps away. "You four go in, I will stay out here." he says to the four, not wanting to smell the odors of the shop.

The otter put his hands against the younger boy's backs, pushing them up the stairs to the apocrathary. "Come on, let us get your medication." Saleem stepped up and opened the door, preventing the king from pushing the boys into it in his impatience.

"Welcome. Jean said to expect you. I can maybe get your dosages right." The deer at the counter said, moving back as he recognized the otter with them. Dropping to his knees, he started to apologize for not recognizing the king.

"The king is in disguise today. It's the last time we let Alban try to dress him up though. It isn't working that well." The cheetah said, looking at his king. "A kangaroo might have been a better choice. He does have the right tail for that."

"Yeah, He could never try to look like a mouse. His tail isn't cute enough." Snowie adds, rubbing piers on the rump, bringing a squeak from his friend.

"Okay boys, who's first?" the deer asks as he looks at the mouse and snow leopard in front of him. "Which one has the anxiety?" The mouse raises his hand shyly in response.

"Yeah, definitely need to tweak that." he says, looking through a book. "Any side effects?" The snow leopard nodded for the mouse, but was passed over as he looked at the king and Saleem. "Any side effects you two still want in his medication?"

"I like the libido and feral energy he gets." The king says as he looks at the blushing mouse. "That batch I had a few weeks ago really got him going."

"Well, I don't have notes for your medications under his name. But high libido is something you are looking for in that medication? What about you little mouse? Anything you do or don't like about the medication?"

"Well, it makes me kinda sleepy, and sometimes I have a hard time concentrating while taking it. I also don't like how it tastes." The mouse states.

"It tastes icky." The snow leopard adds in. "Do we have to take it that way?"

"I could make it into an oil I guess. You would have to have someone massage it in though." the deer replies, tapping his hoof against the counter. "If you had someone rubbing it into you, it might help relax you two more." The apocrathary moves around his counter to squat next to the mouse. "Anything else I should be aware of?" He whispers to the two boys. "I won't tell the king."

The mouse blushes as he looks over to Snowie and back to the deer. "His barbs, can you make them not as sharp? They tickle, but sometimes when he gets rough it kinda hurts."

The deer looks over at the snow leopard as the feline blushes. "I can't make his barbs softer, but I can make it so it's more enjoyable. It might feel more like it's tickling you than scratching you." The deer shifts his weight to look at Snowie as he warns. "You need to be more gentle though. Until you can be, Piers may want to tie you down so you can't be as rough."

"I can get you two some restraints." the king says, as he tries to hide the bulge growing in his rags. "What about snowie though, his back still looks pretty bad. Are you still in pain?"

"Not when I take the medication, though I get really sleepy and clumsy." the feline answers.

"Lightweight." the cheetah mutters, turning to look at the jars on the wall.

"Ignore him." the deer replies, moving to take a look at snowie's back. "It looks like you are healing fine, but with those scars, you might need the medication for a long while yet. You won't heal if you are lifting anything heavy though, those wounds look pretty deep."

"What about my studies?" he asks as he turns to the king. "Can I get something that won't make me fall asleep when I am working on my studies?"

The king moves his hand over the cheetah's mouth, preventing him from answering for him. "You might want to get it changed to something that will make you mentally alert. How do you feel about something that would heighten your senses slightly?"

Snowie turns back to the deer, "Could you do something like that for me? Piers could help me not be distracted."

"Yes, I could mix that up for you." He looks at the cheetah, his mouth still covered by the otter's hand. "Guessing you two want the usual?"

"Yes, he does. I could go for something a little stronger though." the king answers.

"What does the boy want though?" the deer asks Saleem. The cheetah only nods in agreement.

"I can work with that." he says as he moves back to the counter to make some notes. "I have a bit for you two to bring with you, but the oils I will have to have delivered to the castle tonight." He pulls a couple of pouches from under the counter and tosses them to the king. "I do like that you pay well in advance. It makes things so much easier on getting the ingredients I need."

"I like to keep you happy as long as you are doing the same to me." the otter says as he puts a pinch of the mixture into the pipe. "Tell them to bring it to their room when you deliver their medications. I want them to get good use of it tonight." The king says as he grabs a nearby candle to light the pipe. The cheetah grabs the lit pipe from the otter and takes a pull from it, holding his breath in as he leans onto his king.

"I think Alban is getting impatient." the otter says, taking his pipe back. "We shouldn't keep him waiting."

"Does that mean Snowie can get his cake now?" the mouse asks as he heads to the door.

"Yes, if it will shut you two up." the cheetah snaps before clinging to the king. "Please can we just go back to the castle now? I want my bath you promised me."

Shaking the feline off, he walked over to the mouse and opened the door. "Hey Alban, you need to lead us to the bakery." He sighs as the cheetah clings again to the king. "Saleem isn't going to be that good of a guide anymore."

"You two couldn't wait, could you? Now I have to babysit all four of you!" he shouts as he pulls the cheetah from Hotaru's torso. "Get moving, I want the boys between you."

The king starts to giggle as the cheetah lets out a hiss. "They already got in between us."

"Stop it Saleem" the cougar replies as he shoves the clingy male down the stairs. "We have a job to do. We made our word to the boy, and we need to keep it."

The cougar leads the group down the empty streets to the bakery only a few blocks away. He stood a few doors down, stopping the males with him as he turned. "Your Majesty, I don't think this is the best idea. It looks like her store is closed."

The snow leopard dashes to the shop window, trying to catch a glimpse inside. "Is she okay?" He cries out to the others, hoping one will help him out.

"Let us handle this, Alban, you stay with the boys." The otter presses into the door as it opens slightly. He drags the cheetah in with him, hiding behind the boy's frame.

"We are closed." the female voice states. "Come back tomorrow."

"But we would like a cake." The king says.

"I don't make cakes anymore." the female voice says as she stands from the darkness. "Not after my boy was taken from me."

"What about that cake on the counter? Can we have that one?" the cheetah asks, hoping to get in, out, and to his bath.

"That one is for my son. He will be back any day now. My debt is almost paid off, and we can be back together again." She says, pounding her fist into the counter.

The otter knocks on the door, signaling the others to come in. "Mom?" snowie asks softly in the dimly lit room.

"How dare you play tricks on me." the female voice yells. "Get out of my store this moment. I will not deal with your mockery."

"But mom, it's me." Snowie replied. "Did you make my birthday cake?"

"Snowie? Is that you?" She asks as she steps out from behind the counter. "I knew you would come back. I almost have the debt paid off."

"I'm sorry mom." snowie says, tears starting to flow from his eyes. He looks at the otter as he asks. "If we can pay the rest of my debt off, I can be free still, right?"

"You signed the contract this morning." The cheetah stated. "You are locked in."

"But you said my mom would have to sign that." Snowie protested. "You said that is why we were coming here."

"We were," Alban added. "But after what happened last night, you are now considered an adult. You no longer need your mother's approval to make agreements. You are bound to that contract."

"What contract? What did you make my son sign you monsters!" Snowie's mother yells, tipping over a nearby table.

"Ma'am." The king says calmly. "Your son asked for the contract this morning on his own accord. He was not forced into the agreement, and was actually given other options. He chose the one where he would be freed in only eight years, and could see on each of his birthdays. You have a son that loves you very much, and we wanted to work with his debts so he could still have the things that are important in his life."

"But his debts are almost paid off." The mother fumes. "How could things be that bad?"

"Mom, I'm sorry." he says. "I made some bad choices, and now owe a lot more gold."

"His debts are around Twenty One Thousand Gold Ma'am. That is the yearly income of the merchant's quarter." Saleem added, letting Snowie's mother know the severity of his situation. "He decided on an agreement to be my apprentice. In return, when he turns eighteen, he can be freed. The other options are much more grim."

"How grim" The mother asks, looking at her son. "And how did he get such outrageous expenses?"

"I'm sorry mom." The young boy answered.

"Your son came into some trouble within his first week with us. He also had to pay for my medical expenses. He caused some damage with that attack in your store." The cougar answered, looking down at the boy. "His other options were to take pay with hard labor for a maximum of one gold a day. He would be looking at being freed in about fifty to sixty years. If he chose to take neither option, we would be forced to take actions as if he had decided to not come with us at all."

"Is this what you want?" His mother asked her son, grabbing his hand in hers.

"Yes mom, but they said you would have to agree to the contract." Snowie said, looking back at the king. Saleem cleared his throat while shaking his head back at the young snow leopard.

"Actually, we didn't come to get you to sign anything." the otter says as he steps forward. "We just came for some cake. When your son signed the documents this morning, he did so as a consenting adult."

"How could he? He isn't of age yet?" the mother asks, focusing her attention back on her son. "I won't let him make such an agreement. I would rather I be able to pay off his debts."

"It's binding." The king says. "I am sorry to be the one to let you know that he is actually of age."

"That is absurd." The mother says, walking back to the counter to hold herself up. "That isn't true, is it Snowie."

Snowie looks down at his feet to avoid confronting his mother about what happened the night before. Piers speaks up softly, "I'm sorry ma'am, it was my fault."

"Snowie, is there something you want to tell me?" she asks stepping back towards her son. "I already know, so you might as well tell me. I would rather hear it from you."

"I like Piers a lot, and we had some fun last night." Snowie says, hiding his shame in his hands.

"Is that all?" She asks, pulling his hands away from his face. "You can tell me."

"I really like Piers. He has taken good care of me." Snowie answers as turns to the mouse next to him. "He makes me feel happy and warm." The young feline watches as the mouse turns pink, blushing underneath his white fur. "And I think he is cute."

The boy's mother looks over at the mouse. "Do you think he is happy? Do you treat him nice?"

"I treat him nice Misses Snowie's Mom," the mouse states, "But I think he is afraid of liking me?"

"Why do you think he is afraid?" She asks, turning back to her son.

"Because I don't want you to know." he starts, but continues his answer in mumbles.

"Are you afraid I will find out you are gay?" she asks, rubbing her son on the head. "You do realize that you are really bad at hiding that."

"But I'm not!" Snowie yells, stomping his foot, his whiskers starting to twitch.

"You are even worse at lying." She says as she pokes her son's nose, causing him to stumble backwards. "It's cute, but I can just tell."

"I know, mothers always know when their children are lying." Snowie states as he looks back down to the floor. The other males just look at each other in confusion, amazed at the mother's ability to read her son.

"But I didn't lie." Snowie says as he looks back at the king and cheetah, watching Saleem start to snuggle up to the king.

"Maybe you are lying to yourself." the otter replies, watching as the snow leoaprd turns to his mother for approval.

"I can't answer that one for you, but I think you know the answer already. It's standing right there, with a thin tail, and your scent all over him." She stands, crossing her arms as she starts to scold her king. "You let these boys run around without cleaning themselves? What kind of kingdom are you trying to run? Maybe that's what you get when you don't have a mother's touch in the castle!"

"I will make sure they clean up tonight before dinner tonight." The king answers his tail starting to beat against the cheetah. "Speaking of food though, would that cake happen to be the one your son keeps talking about?"

"Yes, I was hoping to get to see him, I knew he would come back." The mother says as she moves back to the counter to grab the desert.

"And now your son will come back every year on his birthday." The king reassures, "I will make sure of it myself. I want you to work hard to build your business. He will need the support when he turns eighteen."

The mother looks down at her son, "I will make sure you have something to come home to, something to look forward to. I want you to do your best at what you have agreed to do though." She puts her hand on the stool he used to occupy. "Come cut your cake, while these men tell me what you got yourself into."

The cheetah sighs, looking at the young snow leopard. "He is attempting to take my position as the King's aide. He will be responsible of keeping the king's schedule along with the records and duties of the staff while the king is away from the throne room." Saleem holds on to the king's hand tightly before continuing, "He will also serve as the king's attendant, traveling with him as he goes throught the kingdom, making sure all his needs are met."

Snowie's mother looks down at the mouse as she nods. "And what does the mouse have to do with this? Will he be going with my son?"

"Why do you ask?" the king questions.

"I can see how my son looks at him. I am willing to give my son my blessing in his choice to serve you, if he can continue to be that happy." The mother states.

"Well," Alban interrupts. "Piers is helping your son with his studies. He will be assisting snowie until he is ready to take over for Saleem as the king's aide."

"I can see that he is helping my son, but I don't think he is helping him with his studies. I am worried that they might get too distracted with each other." She lifts her son onto the stool, placing a nearby spatula into his hands. She leans in, making her son blush as she whispers, "I hope you had fun last night."

"Mom!" snowie shouts, blushing under his fur. He watches as his mother walks over to the mouse, motioning to her son to cut the cake.

"Be a good host and serve your new friends." she says as she starts to sniff at the mouse. Leaning down, she starts to whisper something into his ear, leaving a shocked look across Pier's face.

"Mom, stop tormenting Piers." Snowie yells out, while he concentrates on serving the cake out. "Don't make him run away."

"He can't run far." the cheetah explains as he moves to grab a slice of cake, handing it to the king. "His debt is far from being paid too." As the other came over to the counter, they ate the cake together. Silence fell as each were wrapped up in their own thoughts, some about the awkward situation between the mother and son, others trying to hide their lust for others in the room.

As they finished, the cougar made his way to the window, noticing the sun had moved a ways in the sky since they had first came in. "I am sorry to have to take your son again, but we have other things to get done today. He needs to make sure he rests well tonight, his studies and testing start in the morning."

"I understand." she says reluctantly as she looks down at her son, his face covered in frosting. "You will do well, don't disappoint me." She warns, crossing her arms. "You are to do the best at whatever you do."

"I will make sure he does." the mouse answers as he starts to lick the frosting off his friend's face.

"Come boys, we need to go. There is still one more stop we have to make." The cougar says, holding the door open for the king.

"Have a happy birthday son." The mother says as her child hugs her tight before following Hotaru from the shop. She looks down at the mouse, holding her arms out. "Don't think you are getting away without a hug too. If my son cares that much about you, I have to hug you too."

As the mouse is picked up by the female, he feels something press into his chest. "Give one to Snowie, let him know that he needs to remember his family traditions." Piers puts his hand out to catch the gift, noticing two gold coins fall in his hands. "If I can't pay off his debts, I want you to at least be able to get him something nice."

"Yes ma'am" Piers says as he nods his head, clutching the coins tightly so the king and his men would not see.

"Piers, Get out here now!" Alban shouts. "That is a direct order!" The men watch as the mouse dashes down the stairs to the street where they wait. The curtains move in the window of the shop as the mother stands where they part, moving her finger Side to side at the child, Snowie repeating the action back.

"Come child, I wish to get you two something for your birthday." The king says as they walk down the street towards the merchant's quarter. I would rather you get new materials for your studies, than ones that have been used over and over again. We can get you a few books to practice your record keeping, and some writing materials."

"Can we get a blanket too? I was a little cold last night. "Piers says as he clings to the snow leopard. "I know it's summer, but the tower is really chilly.

"We can." the kings nods, as he gestures to a shop. "Saleem and I will go and get your supplies for your studies, I want you three to go find the perfect blanket. I have a feeling you boys will get plenty of use out of it."

As the cheetah and the otter walk across the street, the mouse leans over to the snow leopard and whispers, "You mom is really weird. She kept sniffing me."

"Maybe it's because you smell like me, and what we did last night." Snowie says as he gently shoves the rodent off him. "Next time clean me up afterwards, I didn't know everyone would know what we did."

"Well, you better lick me clean!" the mouse squeaks, looking at his friend. "We don't have room for a bath in that room, and I don't think they would carry the water up if we did."

"You are right. Maybe Alban could clean us." Snowie said as the two boys looked up to the cougar.

"That's your job." The cougar replies, not even looking back at the boys as he starts to examine the blankets. "What about this one?"

"Sir," the shopkeeper says as he moves from the back room. The wolf towered above the cougar, snarling as he spoke "I will need you to show that you can pay before you touch another item in my shop. Otherwise, I will bring my brother in to take you vermin for a nice trip to the dungeon."

"You must be talking about Charles." the cougar said with a smile. "Your stench is a family trait."

"CHARLES" the wolf shouted, "There are thieves in my shop. Remove them at once."

A smaller framed wolf entered in through the curtained door in the back, smiling as he saluted the cougar. "Oh hello Alban, doing some shopping for the king again?"

"I have to pick up blankets for the new slaves." The cougar says as he continues to inspect the cloth, rubbing it between his fingers. "That child I told you about decided he wanted to serve the king."

"The one you had me," Charles states, looking around the shop for others.

The cougar nods before interrupting his friend by putting his finger over his mouth. "Yes, but we are here today on other business."

The shopkeeper turns to his shorter brother, huffing as he asks. "What would this filth have to do with the king, or you for that matter?"

"I don't think you understand Jeffery, this is Alban, the captain I was talking about." the shorter brother says as he moves to the cougar's side. "He and I have a history that goes back further than I would like to tell, but he is a good friend. What he is doing in these rags though, I would have no clue."

"The king decided he wanted to tour the town. His Majesty wanted to treat the boys to cake for the snow leopard's birthday." Alban sighed as he looked at Jeffery. "Do you have anything nicer, and would you bring this to the castle? I am not in the mood to carry things through these dirty streets."

"I will be happy to bring them, if you can treat me to some of that wine you have stashed away in the castle." Charles says as he moves to the cougar, putting his hand on the feline's back. "You could show me what you have done with your dungeon, maybe give me a try with what you have."

"That will work." Alban says before whispering into the older wolf's ear. "But do you have anything nicer than this? The boy will need something to help him stay warm, but something soft enough so he does not itch."

"Oh yes." Charles states, nodding to his brother. "Go with Jeffery, he will show you what we have in the back. I can watch the boys while you wait."

"Are you sure you can handle them?" the cougar asks, his face still slightly sore from the scratches he received when he first met Snowie.

"I am the Sheriff of this city. I can handle two kids." Charles said as he shooed his brother and the cougar to the back. The Sheriff turned to the boys, their scent giving away their hiding place. "So, it's your birthday?" he asks as he turns open the curtain that hid the boys. "Have you gotten any presents?"

"No." The snow leopard quickly states, shivering as he clutches the mouse.

"Well, that's no good. No good at all." The wolf smiles as he looks at the two boys. "It smells like someone gave you a few presents already though."

The mouse turns towards Snowie, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping away towards the sheriff. "Can I talk to you in private sir?"

The wolf nods as he brings the timid mouse into his grasp, holding him close to his ear so the mouse can have some privacy. Charles nods slowly as the mouse continues, giving a quick glance at Snowie from time to time. "I don't see a problem with that, just let me know what you decide on." Charles holds out his hand as the mouse presses something into it. The wolf puts his hand into his pocket before Snowie could get a view, his eyes fixated on how comfortable the mouse was with the sheriff.

"Snowie." the mouse starts as he moves back over to his friend's side. "Your mother said you needed to remember your family's traditions. What was she talking about?"

"It was something my grandmother used to when she was a child." he says with a sigh, pained with the memories of his family. "What she used to do is give someone else a present on her birthday. I can't give my mom one this year, and I don't think either of the kings would want something from me."

"What about Saleem? He seems like he could use some cheering up." The mouse inquires as he puts his hand on the feline's shoulder. "He needs a good friend I think."

"He is a bully, and an jerk face." Snowie says, turning away from the mouse. "Why would you want to be nice to him? He isn't ever nice to either of us?"

"Well, do you know of anyone else that has been nice to you?" The mouse says, wrapping his hands around the snow leopard's waist.

The feline boy smiled, feeling the safety of his friend's arms around him. "I think I know someone." He turns to the wolf, begging with his deep tk eyes. "If I was to pick a present for someone, would you be able to deliver it for me? I could add it to my tab if you wanted, the crown would probably do that."

"Don't worry about the payment, what you can't cover now we will bill to the crown." The wolf moved over to the snow leopard to rub his head softly. "We are headed up, so if you find something you want to give as a present, we will deliver it when we bring your presents to the castle."

The feline's large tail starts to swish as he looks around the room with a new mission. He knew he had to find the perfect gift for his new boyfriend. His heart fluttered as he muttered the word to himself, boyfriend. He could tell that he liked Piers enough to call him that. "I will find something perfect for that person."

"Make it super special." the mouse added, oblivious to what the leopard was after while he himself searched for the right gift for snowie. Finding the perfect present for his friend was not too hard, after eyeing the toy section for only a few minutes, he moved back to the wolf and started to whisper into his ear again.

Snowie on the other hand moved around the room, trying to decide whether to get Piers something he would want, or something he would need. He knew that they didn't have much space in their bedroom, and they were already getting a blanket. "Maybe some toy?" he muttered to himself before realizing it might distract from his studies. "What about a game? That is something we could do together at night." he wondered aloud, shaking his head remembering that it got very dark in their locked room, with no torch or lantern holder.

"Snowie, hurry." the mouse said as he pressed his face at the glass. "Hotaru and Saleem are coming, they don't look happy.

"That's it!" snowie exclaimed as he moved to the wolf, tugging his shirt. "Can you get that stuffed leopard delivered to Piers tonight?" he said softly to the wolf as he watched his friend concentrate at the street outside. The mouse pulled away and rushed to the door, the boys now hearing the two in the street shouting at each other.

"I don't care who he is!" the king yells as he throws a book at the cheetah. "You are to tell me about any time someone even glances at you. My husband or a slave, it doesn't matter. Why didn't you rush right to me to let me know his seed was in your ass? If he wants a toy so bad he can get one for himself!"

The cheetah turns, a tear falling from his eye. "Is that all I am to you? A toy? Something you can toss out when you are done playing with? Is that why you want Snowie? Is he a newer toy?" Saleem picks the book up as Snowie and Alban come rushing out, freezing as they watch the cheetah hit the king in his face with the book he was holding. "How could you hold me for so many years, keep me by your side, if I was just a toy."

The otter holds up his hand to the males leaving the tk shop, wiping a bit of blood with his other. "You are not a toy Saleem, I would better see you as a pet." The king quickly realised that his choice of words was still wrong as he hit the ground, the cheetah standing over him.

"Oh, so when your pet gets too old, you just make him teach the new one tricks, and then shoo the old one out on the cold dark streets. I thought you loved me, cared for me, but it was just my body and youth. You just wanted something more exotic, and full of energy."

"Saleem, I swear it isn't me. I would want you to be by my side from the time I awake to the time I sleep. But this morning you did go too far when you told me you loved me."

"I do love you!" the cheetah yells as he presses his feet deeper into the king's chest. "I just wish you could love me."

"While I do love you, asking me when my husband is behind you isn't the best time!" the king yells back. "I love my husband with all my heart. I would never leave him like that. I care about you as one would their offspring, but your love for me? I can't return that."

"But why? I give you things he could never give you. I have serviced both you and him every night for the past twelve years. I have given up my life to try and make you happy at every chance I can. You can't just throw me out like this!"

"You told me this morning that you wanted my pups. You wanted me to carry my children if you could so we could be together forever." The otter gasps as the pressure on his chest starts to get heavier. "I can't have you in the bedroom anymore. Something happened since you last slept with us. I can't have that anymore."

"He happened. You fell in love with him. Tell me that you love him more than me and I will be happy to leave you two be!" the cheetah screams aloud, his words echoing off the empty streets.

"I love Rajhal. That is final."

"ADMIT IT" Saleem screams as tears flow from his face. "You want his tight ass, mine is too old and loose for you."

"This has nothing to do with sex. I can't have two men that want me to be their one and only in my life. Especially when one of them I already promised that to."

Saleem turns and starts to walk away towards the outer walls. "Fine, if you don't want me around, I don't care anymore. I am gone."

"What are you doing." The otter stands as he looks at the trudging cheetah. "If you don't come to the castle tonight, it's insubordation. In fact, I want you to come back to my side."

"Why go back to the castle? So your husband can leave his painful messages in me some more?"

"Because that is where your duties are assigned." He points to the cheetah facing away from him as he looks to the men now gathered outside the tk shop as he firmly states, "Grab him and bring him here. I won't have a slave show this level of insolance towards me."

"Yes Sir." the cougar and wolf say in unison, quickly dashing to tackle Saleem before dragging him to the king. "What are your orders?" they say, knowing they could be next."

"I want him to tell me why he finds it appropriate to speak back to me, and what his true issue with my husband is." the king says, staring at the boy on his knees.

"Rajhal has no true claim to the throne. He isn't even from this land, and you have given him the ability to rule over us. You sold us out to his kind, even though you are the only true heir in that castle." the cheetah says, not even looking up at the otter. "I am willing to serve you, my true king in any way you wish, but it hurts so much when you let him use me like he did this morning. You would have anyone else executed on the spot."

"Oh child, I am so sorry to have to say this," the otter says as he draws the sword from the wolf's hip before swiftly bringing it to the cheetah's neck. "If you wish to no longer serve under our king, there is no place for you in our lands. You know too much, and I will miss you after I have your head. What are your last words?"

The cheetah starts to shiver, knowing his fate could come at any moment. "I wish to continue serving you and your husband. You both deserve the titles you hold Your Majesty."

"I thought so." the king says as he presses the tip against the cheetah's throat, smiling at the worried look on Saleem's face. "Now what you are going to do is come back with us. You will no longer sleep in our royal chambers, and since you seem to want to act like an animal, you will be treated like one."

"Yes Your Majesty" he struggles out, trying not to press further onto the blade.

The otter drags the tip of the sword up to the cheetah's chin, forcing him to make eye contact with the king. "You will no longer eat with us, but now in the hallway. You will on all fours like the animal you are, eating with only your mouth. Utensils are too good for your filth. Your garments will be washed and given to Snowie. You won't need them as you are no longer my aide, but just an animal to me."

The cougar looks up to the king, putting his hand on the blade. "Aren't you being a bit extreme?"

"I am giving him the sentence he needs. He can find some place to sleep on his own tonight. We will talk about this in the morning." The king says as he turns away, walking alone towards the castle as he lets the sword drop onto the ground. "Bring the boys back, I want Snowie ready and trained to take over for Saleem in a month. He has outgrown his usefulness. I need to have someone I can trust won't try and get between me and my husband."

"Yes Your Majesty." the cougar salutes as he grabs the cheetah's collar, sharply yanking him to his feet. "We leave now. You heard the king." Turning to his friend, he apologizes. "I'm so sorry we couldn't have spent more time together. Maybe next time I am in town we can get together."

"I will be by tonight with the delivery, and I will bring some wine myself. I think you will need it." the sheriff says, putting his arm around his friend.

"Bring a few bottles, I have an idea how I can make this up to you." The cougar says as he slaps the back of the wolf. "I look forward to seeing you later my friend." He looks down to the snow leopard before shouting back. "A good amount of leather ties too. Something about the doctor saying he needs them for something. Bring those to the room with the blanket."

"I could do that. Shame the king claimed him though." The wolf says as he lift's Snowie's tail, to check the covered rump below. "Whoever gets to use this has got to be deep into the king with favors."

"We can talk about that later." the cougar says as he starts ushering the boys back to the castle. "Come on guys, I don't want to have to lock you up tonight. Just move so we can each go on our own way."

The snow leopard collapsed as he entered through the gate at the castle's entrance. "I can't go any further, my feet hurt too much!" Snowie whines, watching as the cougar keeps pushing the cheetah through the lower yard. "Piers, can you help me?"

"Come on, maybe they have your medication ready upstairs. I can help you with that tonight." Piers says as he lifts the boy, putting his arm around his shoulder. "We might be able to convince Darren to help carry you up the stairs."

"Darren would carry me feet first so my head hits every step. Anyone else?" Snowie asks

"There is Jean over there, maybe he would help." Piers adds. "Maybe if we ask real nice?"

"We wouldn't get his smell out for the next month, and we are trapped there. Do you wanna smell his butt for that long?"

"True, but who else? Saleem and Alban are both occupied with each other right now, Hotaru is pissed, and Rajhal? He isn't that helpful except for bossing people around. Who else do we know?"

"There is Jessie, maybe she will help." Snowie notices as his eyes wander over to the tent. "She seems pretty strong."

"Oh boys, are you getting worked too hard again?" A familiar voice says as the tent opens. "I gotta tell them to let you boys have a chance to rest up a bit. What seems to be the problem?" The lion yells as she moves to the boys at the entrance.

"My feet hurt." the snow leopard whines.

"Then don't stand on them silly." the lion says, picking the feline up. "I will bring you upstairs, as long as I can see how those wounds have healed. I want to know how things have been for you in the castle."

"They have been okay I guess. I got to meet my boyfriend Piers, and he is so sweet." Snowie said.

The mouse paused in his tracks at the snow leopard's label. "You just called me," Piers said as he looked up at the snow leopard, having a hard time coming to grips with the feline's sudden change in orientation.

"Yes, I called you my boyfriend. What else would you be?" Snowie said, smiling down at the mouse. Piers only looked down as he nodded.

"Well, I better get you two up to your room. You both look tired out. Did you two sleep well last night?" The lion asks as she gently rubs under the snow leopard's tail.

Snowie winces at the bounce in the lion's step as they move into the castle, the mouse staying a few steps behind the two felines. "We didn't sleep much last night. Piers kept me up for a long time."

"Well, with a cutie like you, I doubt many would be able to concentrate on resting for long." she says with a smile. The trio soon found themselves at the enterance of the tower. The rabbit greeted the lion with a nod, handing her the keys to their room.

"There was a delivery this afternoon for you boys. There were two containers of liquid, and they said you would know what they were." The rabbit said as he went back to his book. "Before you ask, I have no clue what they are though."

"Who brought them?" Piers asked as the lion set the leopard down for a moment so she could rest.

"Don't know, don't care. He just asked where to bring your stuff." the rabbit said, glued to his reading. "Get upstairs, I am not going up there just to let you in."

"Come on Piers." Snowie said as he ears laid back. "We can find out when we get to our room." The lion sighed as she picked up the snow leoaprd back up. They continued up the tower stairs to the room.

The lion looked around their bedroom, sniffing the air with a smile. "So that's why you two are so tired." She crossed her arms at the boys as she stated, "But you two can't keep those on."

"What do you mean?" Snowie asked, cocking his head at the lion. "Can't keep what on?"

"Pants." Jessie giggled. "I will make you a deal though."

"What kind of deal?" the mouse said, as he rubbed his arm. "I don't like the sound of this."

"It's nothing bad." Jessie reassures. "You boys give me your pants, and I will go get your dinner. You don't have to go back down the stairs, and I get to have these laundered."

"Okay." snowie says as he starts to strip. He looks over to the mouse that is now eyeing two large bottles on the desk. "Come on, I wanna see your cute butt again."

"Do you think these are from the deer? Could this be our medication?" He asks the leopard.

The leopard grunts as he tries to get the pants off his feet, finding himself stuck again. "I dunno, we can check that out later, I just want to eat dinner."

"Jeesh," the mouse says, stepping out from his pants and throwing them at the lion. "Is that all you think about is food?"

"Nope." the leopard answers as he frees himself from his clothes and throws his pants at Piers' head. "I think about you more."

"Just get over here and look at these." the mouse says as he picks up the large bottle. "How are we supposed to use this?"

"It looks like massage oil by looking at the label." Jessie says as she takes the pants from the mouse's head. Pointing at the drawing of hands on the label, she looks further at each for the boys. "It looks like this one is for you Piers, and the one on the right is for Snowie."

"How do you know all of this?" the mouse asks as he looks up at the lion.

"First, I was trained as a medic. Reading medicine bottles is important in what I do." the lion said, pointing to parts of the labels. "Second, one has a picture of cheese, the other has a few rosettes on it. I think the person who mixed these for you two wanted to make sure you could tell them apart, and even if tired could remember how to use them. Probably didn't think either of you could read either. This picture here is showing that you shouldn't set it on fire, and this one says it's not edible." She looks at Piers bottle, looking back at him. "Your though seems to be made to be edible though."

"So I am supposed to eat mine or get massages," the mouse asks? " But I gotta rub the other one on Snowie?"

"That sounds about right." the lion says, going over the final symbol on the label. "It looks like you can use it under your tails though. I don't know any other reason they would have drawn someone bent over like this. Maybe whoever made these was a pervert though." The lion steps away from the bottles, taking the whole label in. "Yup, it's for massages and butt stuff." she says with a giggle. "I am going to see what I can get you two for food though, have fun with your medication."

Snowie lifts his feet as he wiggles his toes at Piers. "We will Jessie!" he says, watching as the mouse brings the feline's medication over to the bed.

"You two might also want to clean each other better next time." the lion says as she turns to the door. "You can easily smell what you two did last night."

"I will work on that after we are done taking our medication." Piers said back, slowly pouring some of the liquid onto his hands from Snowie's bottle. "So, where do you want me to try this first?"

"Where do you think it would work best?" The feline asked as he rolled over.

"I'm not a medic, but you said your feet hurt. How is your back feeling though?" The mouse asked as he rubbed his hands together, feeling them easily slide from the slick oil.

"Anywhere else you wanna massage?" the leopard said, wiggling his naked rump at the mouse. "Jessie said it could be used for butt stuff."

"I think I am gonna start with your feet, you said they hurt pretty bad earlier." the mouse said, bringing his hands to the leopard's toes. He worked the oil into his fur and skin underneath, listening to the feline start to moan softly. "You like that, don't you?" Piers asked as he warmed the oil with his breath.

"Yes." the snow leopard moaned as he pushed his other foot against the rodent's chest. He found himself being spun upon the sheets as the mouse joined him on the bed. As Piers sat at the foot of the bed, he started kneading his thumbs into the soft arch of the leopard's foot, grinning as the other one started slipping down his chest and to his groin.

"Careful Snowie." he said, before finding the leopard's toes start to play with his sheath. "I-" Piers started to gasp as the new sensations coaxed his member out of it's hiding place. "I've never had someone play with me like this."

"I don't know which foot feels better." Snowie said with a smile as he moved his oiled foot from the mouse's hands and onto his hardening shaft. Piers gasped as he felt Snowie's toes rub against the head of his cock. He grabbed the leopard's other foot and started pressing his fingers deep into it, finding the harder he pressed the harder the snow leopard would press against his groin.

"Snowie, I might make a mess." the mouse warned as the feline started to pick up the pace. "You sure about this?" Piers asked.

"I want you to cover my feet with that stuff." Snowie said as he kept sliding his foot back and forth. He could feel the mouse's claws dig into his other foot as Piers closed his eyes.

"I can't hold back anymore." the mouse whimpered, as the feline continued his relentless assault.

"Don't hold back, I wanna see you cover my foot." Snowie says as he lets the claws on his toes lightly scratch at the mouse's stomach.

The mouse squeals as he presses in towards the feline's soft foot. Snowie could feel the mouse's small sack draw up against his heel as Pier's cock started to throb. The first pulse left a small pool between his toes, bringing a smile to his face. As the mouse dug his claws in a little deeper into Snowie's other foot, he could feel the second pulse on against his other sole. He watched as it shot between his toes and landed on his other foot, the mouse now bringing it to meet his groin. As he continued to spray, he held the leopard captive, covering both his feet in his young seed.

The snow leopard quickly lost count on how many times the mouse had sprayed his feet with his cum, busy enjoying the feeling of the warm fluids as they seeped into his fur. He tried to lean up, accompanied by a struggled look upon his face. Collapsing back onto the bed, he sighed. "Do you think whatever we have to eat tonight will be something we can eat on the bed?"

The mouse giggles, laying next to the feline. "As long as we can eat it together, and you don't leave any crumbs, I will be happy." Piers runs his hand softly down the leopard's back, watching his tail raise slightly. "That a boy." he says softly as he snuggles in, his still semi hard cock now pressing against the leopard's rump.

The two laid together as the mouse licked the leopard's ears. "I do mean what I said earlier." Snowie said, breaking the silence.

"About what?" Piers asked between licks.

"About you being my boyfriend. I know we didn't talk about it, but I thought after last night..." Snowie says, trailing off in embarrassment.

"You really like me that much? Aren't you afraid of getting attached though? What about what we saw with Saleem and the king today?" The mouse said, stopping the leopard's bath.

"I can serve the king and still love you." Snowie said, questioning himself as he answered. "I don't know why I couldn't?"

"Didn't you know?" the mouse answers. "Saleem has to serve the king in any way the king wants."

"That can't be too bad." the snow leopard replies. "So I might be busy doing chores all day, or washing the king, or whatever. It doesn't mean I can't love you."

"I don't think you know what is expected of you though," the mouse starts, but is interrupted by the door opening, the lion standing within the doorway with a couple of plates.

"Sorry darlings, but I hope I didn't intrude on any fun times." the lion says, bringing the plates to the boys. The sandwiches seemed bland, but on both plates were a desert that enticed their appetite.

"Aren't you going to eat with us?" the mouse asked, hoping the lion could try to explain to the leopard the situation.

"I have something stewing in my tent boys, I do need to get down to tend to it. I might be able to stop up again some day soon though. I just can't resist seeing your adorable little face Snowie." She adds, quickly taking her leave to avoid the conversation she had been eavesdropping on.

"What is this?" the feline asked, opening the bread to look inside.

"I am guessing it's some sort of seafood, knowing Hotaru." the mouse answers before taking a bite.

"It's food I guess." the snow leopard says before joining the mouse. As the two ate, the boys kept eyeing their desert. Leaving the crust on the plate, both looked at each other before Snowie stuck his finger in the mouse's pudding that was sitting on his plate.

"HEY!" the mouse shouted, slapping the feline's hand. "You have your own, eat that."

"But I wanted yours." the snow leopard said as he stuck out his tongue. "Yours looked tastier."

"Then fine." Piers replied as he leaned over to lick the felines pudding. "I think yours tastes better."

"Oh does it?" the leopard grinned as he stuck his finger back into the mouse's desert, before shoving his pudding covered finger into Piers' mouth. The rodent moaned at the intrusion, wishing it had been something else.

Pulling of the feline's finger, the mouse grins. "Yep, yours tastes better." he says as he scoops some up and presses it into Snowie's face. "See?" Snowie growls lightly as he starts to lick the rodent's hand, teasing as tongue darts between the mouse's fingers.

The two went back and forth, feeding each other the desert until they were both covered, more pudding on their fur than in their stomachs. As he stared at the mouse, he started to giggle at the sight. "You got a little pudding on your face." he teased. The mouse lunged at the feline, pinning the snow leopard to the bed.

"You do too, let me help you with that." Piers said as he started to lick the feline's face. "You are so tasty, I could just lick you all night."

The two young boys started to take turns licking each other, cleaning the other's face. Neither of them noticed as the room started to darken as the sun set outside the window, only locked on the taste of each other. Pressing their naked bodies together, Snowie continued submitting to the mouse on top of him, enjoying letting himself just relax into what the mouse wanted.

Snowie could tell that he loved the mouse on top of him, holding him in place. His words pierced the quite of the night as he told the mouse directly how he felt. "I love you Piers, I want you to know that."

"Are you sure? I thought you didn't like guys that way. I know you called me your boyfriend, but-" Piers found himself cut off by the leopard's lips on his.

"I said I love you. I wanted to make sure I felt the same way outside of the castle, and that it wasn't just being trapped in here around so many guys." the feline said, a tear falling from his eye. "It feels so good to be able to tell you. I'm glad you get to help me study for this, and maybe I can find a way for you to stay by my side after I become the king's aide."

"I don't know how that could work though, but I'm willing to stay next to you as long as I can." the mouse said, clutching the felines hands in his. He could hear the snow leopard start to purr, his tears of joy becoming noticeable as they started to nuzzle each other.

They barely noticed the door crack open in their bliss, a figure standing silently watching them in the room heavily cast in shadows. The breeze from the door started to bother the boys as they turned. "Can we help you?" the snow leopard asked as the figure stepped in and closed the door behind him.

"You can." the otter said, as his robes hit the floor. "I hope you don't mind if I join you in your lack of clothing." He sat in the chair at the desk, sighing as he heard the boys groan. "You two should be more grateful since I come with very important news to you both."

"We both know his training starts tomorrow." the mouse announces, hoping the otter will leave them in peace. "We were about to go to sleep since he needs his rest."

"We are very tired Your Majesty Hotaru." the snow leopard says as he hugs the mouse. "We want to go to bed."

"I can't let you go to bed just yet. First, there was a delivery for you boys. I do like the choice in blankets, they are the softest I have ever felt." the king says as he stands and moves back to the door. He grabs some things he left on the stairs before entering again. "I don't know what these are though. They are wrapped, and have your names on them." He tosses one of the packages over to the leopard, "You open yours first."

The leopard gently wrapped the paper off the odd shaped object, feeling something soft under the wrapping. "Do you know who it's from?" the feline asked the otter.

The mouse put his hand gently on the feline, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I know it's dark, but I got you a stuffed mouse. That way, when I am off running errands for you, I can still be there to be with you."

A tear fell from the snow leopard's eye as he hugged the stuffed animal tightly. "Thank you, I will cherish this forever. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me."

"I don't know who would have given you this or why though." the otter says as he tosses the other package to the mouse. "It's not your birthday after all."

"I got him that." the snow leopard said as the mouse started unwrapping the present.

"Why did you get me something?" the mouse asked, gently pushing the feline. "It's your birthday, not mine!"

"It's my family tradition that you reminded me of. When my grandmother was a cub, she would have to give a family member a present on her birthday to thank them for dealing with her for the past year. As she grew older, she kept the tradition, passing it on down to my mom and myself." The feline gave the mouse a kiss. "I couldn't think of anyone sweeter to give a present to."

As the mouse's hands fell upon soft fur, he feverously tore at the paper to hold the animal within. "It's a stuffed leopard like me. I wanted you to be able to still hold me like you did last night when I am writing at my desk. That way, if you want to hug me you can, and I can still study."

The mouse sat speechless, only able to kiss the feline next to him. Their moment was soon broken by the king sitting again across from the boys.

"That brings me to my other piece of news though boys. There has been an abrupt change of plans." the otter says as he starts to scratch at the desk with his claw.

"What change of plans?" the snow leopard asks. "Is Saleem going to be your aide forever?"

"That is so far from the truth child, and I wish it was." the otter sighed as he slammed his fist into the desk. "My husband has removed Saleem from the castle. I wanted him to be punished and learn his place, but he caught wind of what Saleem said in the city today."

"But he was just angry." the mouse defended.

"Yes, we all say thing when we are upset, but my husband isn't kind to those that question his authority. What this does mean though, is you are now my new aide Snowie." Hotaru says as he leans back in the chair. "I don't know if you are ready, but you will learn as you take on the duties. You haven't been trained, but I think you will be quite able to satisfy the role."

"How do you know he could?" the mouse squeaks. "He hasn't studied a single bit."

"Well, I have a couple of tests then. If you fail the tests, you fail being my Aide." the king states, already annoyed at the situation. "How did you feel when you admitted you were gay?" The king waits for the snow leopard's violent reaction.

"I was happy I could tell my mom that I love my new boyfriend." Snowie answers, trying not to ramble on.

"I see, I was kind of hoping you would still be upset so I could tell my husband this was not going to work. I really doubt you can fill my cheetah's role with such little training."

"Why don't you test me some more? I bet I can do anything you ask!" the snow leopard shouts bravely as he grips the mouse's hand.

"Then tell me, Do you love Piers?" the king stated smugly.

"I love him very much. He is my boyfriend." the feline says, his tail smacking against the bed as he wrapped his arm around the mouse.

"And how do you feel about your king?" the otter states, a smile creeping along his face. "How do you feel about serving all my needs?"

"I would be honored Your Majesty." Snowie stated. The mouse gasped, knowing what the feline had just gotten himself into.

"Then I demand, as the last part of your training, and your final test to become my Aide that you show me the love you showed to your boyfriend last night." The king says as he stands and moves to the bed.

The snow leopard's head started to swim again like it did when he first met the king. The musk eminating from the otter's sheath filled the boy's nose as he clutched to his boyfriend tightly. "You want me mount piers in while you watch?" Snowie asked as the mouse rubbed the feline's back.

"No, I want you to mount me, and then I will mount you." the king says softly as he brings to rub the feline's head. "I have needs that my husband can't fufill. He can only fill me so many times a day, and he only raises his tail for me once a year. I need much more than that."

"But I love Piers. Is that okay with you?" the feline asks the mouse.

"I knew that would be part of your job. I tried to warn you, but I don't think you understood. I will still love you, but I will always know I am not the only one." the mouse says, with a tear in his eye.

"That's right. Every time you kiss, he might taste my seed in your mouth." the king says as he starts to play with the feline's ears. "Although I don't think you understand how frustrating it was to know I wouldn't be your first."

"My first?" the snow leopard said.

"Yes, that's why I had you kill Jasper." the otter replied. "I wanted to be the first to mount that virgin hole of yours and make you admit you were gay for your king, willing to fulfill every wish of his. That impatient tiger wouldn't wait until I had my fun, so I killed him. Or at least made you do it."

"That's horrible." the mouse stated. "I though you killed him because he raped Snowie."

"What's horrible is that I have never actually killed someone. I have always had someone else do it. My husband is the best example of that." the king boasts as he brings the leopard's head down further to his groin. "Though still, it's your choice if you want to still serve your king little boy. Don't make the same foolish choices Saleem made, and you will get the rewards you deserve."

"What about Piers, will he still be able to stay with me?" the snow leopard asks, his nose only inches away from the furred holder that hides the source of the otter's strong musk.

"I would have a very hard time getting him to agree, but I might be able to work something out. I think I know of a way though that could keep you two together for the most part." the king says as he shoves the leopard into his sheath, letting the strong smell bring tears to the feline's eyes.

"As long as I can be with him, I will serve you in any way you wish your majesty." the feline says.

"Then show me how you get Piers so excited. Make me as hard as he gets when he sees you." the otter demands, freeing the feline from his grip.

"Yes Your Majesty." the leopard replies, turning to sit in the king's lap. Snowie cranes his neck up to look at his king, wrapping his arms up around the king's neck. He pulls the king's head down to reach his lips and presses his tongue into the otter's mouth. He could feel his actions at work as the otter started to press his harding shaft against the boy's rump.

"I want to see how dedicated you are, how much you will love to serve your king." the otter states. "Put your mouth around my shaft. I want to see if you will serve me like Piers did when you were ill."

The snow leopard moves down to fufill the king's command, filling his mouth with the otter's thick meat. The mouse looks at his boyfriend, exposing his feline rump to the rodent. "Can I?" the mouse asks as his temtations swell.

"I would hope you could still please your boyfriend. It would be a shame if you didn't still like him when he is doing this for his king." the otter said. He watched as the mouse bent down and proceeded to lick the leopard's tight ring, savoring the remnants of the night before. He could smell where the otter had been pressing against his lover as it drove him further to clean the scent off.

The snow leopard started to purr around the king's shaft as he felt his lover clean his rump. The feline soon found himself distracted though from the mouse's actions by warm salty fluids rushing into his mouth. Snowie tried to pull away, finding the liquid no where near as pleasurable as his own cum that his boyfriend made him taste only the night before. "Good little pet, I really had to go." the otter cooed as he kept filling the feline's mouth with urine. "I might have to do this more often."

Snowie started to gag on the fluids as he forced himself to swallow. The otter removed his shaft quickly from the feline and continued to spray the felines face, drenching him and the bed in his urine. "Maybe you can get used to the taste." he says as he forces the leopard down, drenching both the mouse and feline alike.

"Hey, that's our bed." the mouse squeaked, trying to dodge the spray now yellowing his white fur.

"At least I'm missing your stuffed animals. If you wish, I could am at those instead." The king teases as his stream finally begins to weaken. The snow leopard tries to drink again from the king to prevent his boyfriend's present from getting drenched, only to forced away.

"You got your chance pet, now you two need to be marked as property of the king." the otter says with a smile as he pushes out the last few drops onto the feline's nose.

"Your Majesty, what do you wish for me to do now?" the snow leopard asks softly.

"While I would love to get Piers' help in milking you dry, I have an early morning." the king states as he stands from the drenched bed. "I'm sorry, We have a busy day tomorrow morning."

"What about me? What will I do?" the mouse asks, holding his boyfriend tight. "I don't want to leave Snowie's side.

"What would you do to make sure you could stay with him?" the king says as he rubbed his hands together in the darkened room.

"I would do anything the crown wished of me." the mouse squeaked, only wanting to protect his lover.

"Then that settles it. I know just the position, and I have the document with me. If you do wish to be with your boyfriend, I can amend the normal aide's contract to have you serve until you are both at least eighteen, and both have found replacements." The king moves back to the door, only to pick up a note simillar to the one Snowie had signed earlier. Until you both find a couple to replace you, it will be service without question, or death."

"You don't have to." Snowie begs the mouse. "The Hotaru only really needs one aide."

"I just want to be with you." the mouse says as he bite's his finger and quickly signs his name cruedly on the paper.

"Rajhal will be so happy to find out that my aide's lover is serving his needs. It will be the easiest way to keep you two in line. Guess we don't need to worry about you falling out of line like Saleem did now, do we Snowie?" the king laughs as he turns to leave with the contract. "And just think, any time either of you make a mistake, we will take it out on the other. Hope you really have a thing for dragons little mouse." The king says as he slams the door, the boys hearing the click that locked them in the room yet again.

Holding each other, the snow leoaprd started to weep. "I'm sorry I love you." he says with a sob. "I didn't want you to get into this too. I though you would only be my assistant." The mouse shoved the snow leopard back onto the bed, both covered in the otter's markings as he softly bit the feline's neck. "I will make you pay for this."